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No Regrets 2
Chapter 1 - Past, Present, Future

Around one and a half years after No Regrets

Eren sat hunched over the dining table in the apartment he shared with Levi. His textbooks and notes scattered around him in organized chaos. His long legs stretched out in front of him, feet tapping absently against the floor, while his fingers brushed through his chestnut-brown hair, which was tied back into his usual manbun.

The laptop screen in front of him displayed a practice test for his final written exam at the Motorcycle Mechanics Institute (MMI). It had been almost two years of hard work—long days at the technical school attending his courses, or at Mike’s bike shop, working hands-on and gaining experience—and late nights poring over textbooks and notes. All of it had led up to this moment.

The final written exam was only a few days away, and Eren was determined to pass. Despite his overwhelming knowledge of engines, carburetors, and wiring systems, the pressure of the exam weighed heavily on him. His brain raced as he went over the material, trying to cover every detail, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of doubt creeping in. The overthinking was all-consuming. He replayed every question in his mind, wondering if he had missed something important.

Levi had already finished work for the day. His tattoo shop had been buzzing with customers all afternoon, and the usual hum of the shop had settled into a satisfied quiet. He was now making his way across the apartment toward Eren’s makeshift study corner. Eren barely registered his footsteps at first, too absorbed in his thoughts.

„Still at it?“ Levi’s voice broke through the silence, and Eren looked up, startled, offering him a tired but grateful smile.

„Yeah. Just doing some last-minute reviewing before the big exam.“

Levi raised an eyebrow as he glanced at the scattered papers and the flashing screen of Eren’s laptop. „You’re already ready, you know,“ he said, his voice deep and rough, yet carrying a gentle, caring tone. „All that time at the shop, plus everything you’ve learned? You’ve got this. You don’t need to stress. Trust me.“

Eren rubbed his eyes with a sigh, exhaustion evident in his features. „I hope so. But… I don’t know. This is the final step. The last written exam. It’s not just practical experience anymore. It’s theoretical. There’s so much to remember.”

Levi moved closer, leaning over Eren’s shoulder with a gentle, reassuring hand on his back. His lips pressed softly against the top of Eren’s head, leaving a warm, comforting kiss.

Eren felt the tension in his shoulders begin to melt away at the simple touch. „You’ve been killing it with bikes for the last two years. You know this stuff inside and out. All that time spent in the workshop, tuning carburetors, fixing wiring… You’ve done more than most. Trust yourself. You’ve put in the work. And we both know you’ve got brains to back it up.“

Eren let out a soft sigh, his gaze drifting toward the mug of coffee that Levi had placed on the table earlier. The warmth of it was inviting, but the tension still knotted in his chest. „Thanks. I just… I don’t want to mess this up. This exam is the last hurdle. Once I pass, I can really focus on the next step, on making my dream a reality.”

Levi sat beside him, offering him a warm, reassuring smile—one that softened his usually stoic demeanor. „Sure. You’ll be a certified mechanic, and you’ll have the proof for it. It’s a big step, but it’s one you’ve been preparing for. You’ve earned it.“

Eren’s eyes softened at the thought, and for a brief moment, the weight of the world seemed to lift off his shoulders. „Yeah. It is a big step.“

Levi leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of Eren’s head, his lips brushing against his hair. „One step at a time. You’ve got this. When you finish your exams, we’ll celebrate—together.“

Eren relaxed a little at Levi’s words, his heart warming. With Levi by his side, he felt like he could conquer anything, not only this exam. Though he was still nervous—his fingers tapping restlessly against the wooden surface of the table, papers slightly askew from his fidgeting—the reassurance from the person who mattered most in his life made him feel grounded. He wasn’t alone in this.

„Alright,“ Eren said, sitting up straighter, determination finally settling in. „Let’s do this. No more second-guessing.“

Levi smiled, his usual sharp expression softening into something more tender. He gave Eren’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze, a subtle gesture of support. „That’s my good boy.“

Eren felt a tingle in his stomach at Levi’s words, and he gave him a small, genuine smile, the weight of his doubts beginning to ease.

Levi’s hand moved to the back of Eren’s neck, his pale skin a striking contrast to Eren’s warm caramel tone. His fingers stroked the sensitive skin there, his touch both possessive and calming.

„How about I make us some tea,“ Levi suggested, his voice still low and rough, but now with a playful undertone, „and I quiz you on the questions for your exam?“

Before Eren could answer, Levi’s hand slid to the front of his throat, gently pulling his head back to meet his gaze in a firm yet teasing gesture. Eren’s breath hitched slightly as their eyes locked—Levi’s piercing silver-grey eyes narrowed, taking on a dark, dangerous glint. The effect was magnified by the black mascara lining Levi’s eyes, which sharpened the intensity of his expression.

Eren swallowed hard, his pulse quickening, but for entirely different reasons now. His Adam’s apple bobbed visibly, accentuated by the way Levi had tilted his head back into his neck. Levi leaned over him, their faces close enough for Eren to feel the faint warmth of Levi’s breath ghosting against his skin. Eren’s turquoise-green eyes flickered with a mixture of nervousness and longing, unable to look away from Levi’s intense, narrowed gaze.

Levi smirked knowingly, his lips curving with that signature edge that always left Eren off balance. His voice dropped even lower, just above a whisper, as he teased, „What’s wrong, Eren? Cat got your tongue?“

Eren fought to keep his composure, but the same fluttery, electric feeling ran through him as it did two years ago, when he had first seen Levi at *The Underground*, Kenny’s rough-around-the-edges biker bar. Back then, Levi had been an untouchable figure—a man who commanded attention with his sharp, dangerous aura. Now, two years later, Levi still had the same effect on him. If anything, Eren’s obsession with Levi had only grown, deepened by the love they shared and the unshakable trust and loyalty that had become the foundation of their relationship.

It was love, yes—but darker, more consuming. An intensity that sometimes overwhelmed him but never scared him. It was theirs. And Eren wouldn’t have it any other way.

Clearing his throat, Eren finally managed to speak, though his voice was quieter than usual. „Tea and exam questions, huh? Sounds good… just don’t try to distract me too much.“

Levi chuckled, his deep laugh rumbling in his chest as he straightened up, brushing his fingers lightly across Eren’s jaw. His black-painted fingernails grazed Eren’s skin, scratching just enough to send a shiver down his spine. The touch was deliberate, teasing, and possessive, and Levi’s smirk deepened when he noticed the slight hitch in Eren’s breath.

„No promises,“ Levi said, his voice dripping with mischief as he pulled away and headed toward the kitchen, leaving Eren feeling both flustered and strangely steadied.

Eren shook his head, his lips quirking into a faint smile as he tried to refocus on the scattered papers in front of him. The warmth of Levi’s touch still lingered on his skin, grounding him in a way nothing else could.

Eren’s eyes followed Levi for a moment, unable to help but admire the sight of his boyfriend as he moved with casual grace. Levi’s black jeans hugged his slim frame perfectly, ripped at the knees, paired with a studded leather belt that added to his gothic-punk aesthetic. His black button-up shirt had ist sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his tattooed forearms—a masterpiece of black ink that melted seamlessly into his pale, milky-white skin.

The way Levi’s silver chains hung from his belt and glinted faintly under the warm apartment light gave him an effortlessly cool air. Eren couldn’t help but smile to himself, his mind drifting momentarily from exam stress to the fact that this enigmatic, commanding man was his. He felt a rush of affection, his chest tightening in the best way.

Levi caught Eren staring as he reached for the kettle. He turned his head slightly, one of his sharp brows arching. „What?“ he asked, his voice carrying a teasing edge.

Eren quickly glanced back at his papers, his cheeks flushing. „Nothing,“ he muttered, but the faint grin on his lips betrayed him.

Levi smirked knowingly, pouring water into the kettle and setting it on the stove. As he leaned against the counter, crossing his arms, the chains on his wrist jingled faintly. „You’re a terrible liar, you know that?“

Eren huffed a laugh, his eyes darting back to Levi. „Just admiring the view, I guess.“

Levi chuckled, the sound low and rough, sending a shiver through Eren. „Well, don’t get too distracted,“ Levi quipped, his tone playful yet commanding. „You’ve got an exam to pass. Then we can celebrate however you want.“

Eren shook his head, grinning as he picked up his pen again. „I’ll hold you to that.“

_

Levi placed the two mugs on the coffee table with a satisfying clink, his black tea and Eren’s vanilla rooibos steaming softly in the warm apartment air. He gestured for Eren to take a seat. „Come on, on the couch with you,“ Levi ordered, his tone half-serious, half-playful. „Give me your laptop and sit your ass down here.“

Eren snorted, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he stood up and grabbed the laptop. „Yes, sir,“ he teased, handing the device over before settling onto the couch next to Levi.

Levi gave him a mock glare but didn’t reply, instead opening the laptop and pulling up the practice test. His tattooed fingers rested on the keyboard as he glanced at Eren, his sharp eyes softening slightly. „Alright, let’s see how ready you are for this. First question.“

He cleared his throat theatrically. „What’s the purpose of a camshaft in a motorcycle engine?

A: To open and close the intake and exhaust valves at the correct times,
B: To regulate the fuel flow into the carburetor,
C: To control the engine’s timing by adjusting the ignition system, or
D: To cool the engine by circulating coolant?“

Eren leaned back, crossing his arms as he thought for a moment. „A,“ he said confidently. „It opens and closes the intake and exhaust valves.“

Levi nodded approvingly, the corner of his lips twitching into a faint smile. „Not bad, hotshot. You got that one right. Next: Which component is responsible for generating electricity to power the motorcycle’s electrical system while the engine is running?

A: Starter motor,
B: Regulator/Rectifier,
C: Alternator, or
D: Battery?“

„Easy,“ Eren replied, shifting forward slightly. „C: Alternator.“

„Correct,“ Levi confirmed, his voice carrying a trace of pride. He took a sip of his tea, his black-polished nails tapping the mug absentmindedly before moving to the next question.

„What’s the function of a fuel injector in a modern motorcycle’s fuel system?

A: It vaporizes the fuel and mixes it with air for combustion,
B: It pumps fuel from the gas tank to the carburetor,
C: It sends fuel into the combustion chamber in precise amounts based on engine needs, or
D: It filters impurities from the fuel before it enters the engine?“

Eren frowned, his brows knitting together as he mulled over the options. „C,“ he said after a pause. „It sends fuel into the combustion chamber in precise amounts based on engine needs.“

Levi’s smirk widened as he gave a small nod. „Three for three. Not bad at all, brat. You’re on a roll.“

Eren leaned forward, a mischievous gleam in his turquoise-green eyes as he bit his lip, flashing a daring grin at Levi. „Hey, how about a reward for hitting those questions right?” His voice carried a teasing lilt, the tension from earlier replaced with a playful confidence.

Levi arched an eyebrow, unimpressed but mildly amused. „A reward? After three questions?”

„Fine,” Eren said, shrugging dramatically. „How about we make it a little more interesting?” His grin widened as his eyes locked with Levi’s in a playful, challenging way. „If I’m good enough, I get my reward at the end.” He wiggled his thick brown eyebrows, adding to the theatrics.

Levi leaned back slightly, folding his arms across his chest. „What do you have in mind?” he asked, his tone suspicious but intrigued, knowing his boyfriend’s mischievous tendencies all too well.

„If I get a question right,” Eren said, his grin downright wicked now, „you take some of your clothes off.”

Levi raised an eyebrow. „I thought no distractions?”

Eren shook his head, a confident gleam in his eyes. „It’s not a distraction. That’s motivation. Totally different.”

Levi snorted, a short, sharp sound that matched his smirk. „And if you get a question wrong?”

„Then I’ll take something off myself.” Eren’s grin was practically ear to ear as he waited for Levi’s reaction.

Levi flicked his tongue over his lip, his silver-grey eyes narrowing in mock disapproval. „No.”

Eren’s face fell dramatically. „No? Why not?”

„Getting yourself naked, huh? Most likely, you’d give wrong answers on purpose,” Levi replied flatly, fixing Eren with an unimpressed look. „If you get a question wrong, I put one piece of clothing back on.”

Eren’s eyes widened, a dramatic gasp escaping him. „What? That’s—” He blew out an exaggerated breath of air, pouting like a sulking child. „Fine.”

Levi chuckled darkly, leaning in to squeeze Eren’s knee, his touch firm and possessive. „If you have less than three wrong answers, you’ll get your reward.” The corner of his lips quirked into a sly grin.

Eren’s eyes lit up, his earlier pout vanishing in an instant. „Deal!”

Levi didn’t move back, his face still close to Eren’s. His silver-grey eyes glinted with mischief as he returned to the test, his rough voice cutting through the playful mood with calm precision. „Don’t let it get to your head, brat. I’ve got more for you. Next one’s a brake system question.”

Eren straightened up, focusing despite the teasing grin still tugging at his lips. Levi’s voice dropped into that deep, comforting cadence as he read the question. „If a motorcycle’s brake fluid appears cloudy or has a low boiling point, what’s the most likely cause?

A: The brake pads are worn out,
B: The brake fluid has absorbed moisture, reducing ist performance,
C: The hydraulic brake lines are leaking, or
D: The brake discs are warped and need resurfacing?”

Eren tapped his fingers on the couch, pretending to mull it over, though the answer was obvious to him. „B,” he said confidently. „The brake fluid has absorbed moisture, reducing ist performance.”

Levi tilted his head, his eyes boring into Eren’s as if he were judging him for any cracks in his certainty. „Correct,” he finally said, setting the laptop down briefly and reaching for his boot. With a practiced motion, he pulled it off, followed by one of his socks, tossing it lazily onto the floor.

Eren’s grin faltered, replaced with an exaggerated pout as he crossed his arms. „Seriously? A sock? That’s what you’re taking off? I was hoping for something a little more… exciting.”

Levi snorted, his silver-grey eyes glinting with amusement as he rested his arm on the back of the couch. „You’re not the one who gets to decide which piece of clothing comes off, brat. You’re just lucky I’m playing along.”

Eren huffed dramatically, narrowing his turquoise-green eyes. „Fine, but socks come in pairs, so you should take the other one off too. It’s basically just one piece.”

Levi gave him a flat look, his expression unimpressed but faintly amused. „You’re impossible,” he muttered, rolling his eyes before leaning down to tug off his other sock. He flicked it at Eren, who dodged it with a laugh.

„There. Happy now?” Levi asked, sitting back with a faint smirk.

Eren grinned cheekily, leaning back into the couch with his hands behind his head. „Getting there. Keep the questions coming.”

Levi chuckled under his breath, shaking his head as he picked up the laptop again. „You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?”

„You love it,” Eren shot back with a wink, his confidence radiating.

Levi’s smirk softened just a fraction, his rough voice laced with warmth as he replied, „Yeah, yeah. Next question.”

Levi tapped on the laptop, scanning for the next question with ease. „Alright, here’s one for you,” he said, his grey eyes flicking back up to Eren. His voice dropped, rough but deliberate, „What does the CDI—Capacitor Discharge Ignition—system in a motorcycle do? Is it

A: Controls the air/fuel mixture for optimal combustion, B: Stores energy for the ignition spark and delivers it to the spark plug,
C: Measures engine temperature and adjusts fuel supply, or
D: Monitors tire pressure and adjusts suspension for stability?”

Eren’s lips twisted into a thoughtful grin, but the answer came quickly. „B: Stores energy for the ignition spark and delivers it to the spark plug.”

Levi raised an eyebrow, watching him for a long second before giving a small nod. „Correct. Two for two. And already getting cocky,” he muttered, though his lips quirked into a faint smirk.

Eren opened his mouth to tease, but the words caught in his throat when Levi casually began to unbutton his black shirt. One button, then another, until he slid the fabric off his shoulders, revealing his well-defined upper body.

Eren couldn’t help but stare, his eyes fixed on the strong, chiseled lines of Levi’s chest and shoulders. Every time he saw Levi like this, he felt captivated all over again. The tattoos that adorned Levi’s pale skin made him a living canvas—more beautiful and striking than any art Eren had ever seen. Black ink swirled over Levi’s muscles and curves, trailing down his arms, wrapping along his ribs, and cascading over his chest.

His gaze lingered on the crossed wings on Levi’s neck, the symbol Levi had chosen for his shop—a representation of freedom, power, and individuality. Next, his eyes roamed to the intricate skull entwined with roses and the other carefully inked pieces that seemed to merge seamlessly into one cohesive masterpiece.

Eren took a deep breath, his heart drumming in his chest. Levi always had this effect on him, a mix of awe and desire that made him feel like a lovestruck teenager.

But he had to stay focused—for more than one reason.

„It’s not cocky if I’m actually this good,” Eren quipped, leaning back on the couch with a smug expression. However, the faint flush on his cheeks betrayed just how much Levi’s presence—and the way he was looking at him—was getting to him.

Levi shook his head, a soft chuckle rumbling in his throat. „Don’t get too comfortable. I’m going to make you work for it.”

He leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing with playful challenge as he tapped on the laptop for the next question.

The tension between them now danced with flirtation, their game continuing as Levi fired off another question. „Alright, here’s the next one: If a motorcycle’s suspension feels too soft, what’s the most likely cause?

A: Worn-out fork seals causing oil leakage,
B: Excessive tire pressure in the front tire,
C: Damaged brake pads causing reduced stopping power,
D: Improperly adjusted throttle body?”

Eren grinned, determined and quick on his feet. „A: Worn-out fork seals causing oil leakage.”

Levi studied him for a moment, his lips twitching into a smirk. „Correct again.” He leaned back on the couch, casually flexing his shoulders as his shirt rested loosely on his lap. „Three for three. At this rate, I’ll be naked in ten minutes.”

Eren laughed, his tension melting away. „Don’t tempt me. I’m just getting started.”

Levi chuckled low, the sound vibrating between them. „We’ll see, Eren. We’ll see.”

Levi stood slowly, his silver-grey eyes never leaving Eren’s as he reached for his belt. The chain hanging from the side of his pants jingled softly, adding to the tantalizing tension in the air. Eren’s eyes widened slightly, his pulse quickening as he watched Levi’s every move. Levi kept his face carefully composed, but there was no mistaking the deliberate, almost teasing edge to his gestures.

With firm precision, Levi unfastened the belt, the metal buckle clicking open. The sound was sharp and commanding, echoing in Eren’s ears like a signal meant only for him. Levi pulled the belt free from the loops of his jeans in one smooth motion, the leather sliding against the fabric with a low, satisfying whisper.

Eren’s breath hitched, his heart hammering in his chest as Levi held the belt for a moment, almost as if he were considering what to do with it. Then, without breaking eye contact, Levi tossed it toward him.

Eren grinned, catching the belt with one hand. The weight of it felt symbolic somehow, a reminder of Levi’s ability to captivate him with the simplest of actions. Did the belt even count as a piece of clothing in their little game? Probably not. But the way Levi had turned the simple act of removing it into a slow, sensual performance? It was more than worth bending the rules.

Levi crossed his arms, the tattoos on his forearms shifting with the subtle flex of his muscles. „That good enough for you?” he asked, his voice deep and rough with the faintest trace of amusement.

Eren smirked, holding the belt up like a trophy. „If every piece comes off like that.”

Levi snorted, his lips twitching into a smirk. „Keep dreaming.” His eyes glinted with playful warning as he sat back down, leaning casually against the armrest of the couch. „Now focus. You’ve still got a game to win.”

Eren chuckled softly, tossing the belt onto the coffee table. His grin widened as he leaned forward, his confidence bolstered by Levi’s quiet show of indulgence. „Bring it on.”

„Alright,“ Levi said with a sly smirk. „Here’s a real challenge for you. Something specific. What’s the primary reason this brand uses a counterbalanced engine in ist Big Twin models, and which brand am I talking about?
A: To reduce engine vibration at high RPMs.
B: To improve low-end torque.
C: To maintain smoother idling at stoplights.
D: To increase engine durability by reducing mechanical stress.“

Eren blinked, his mind racing as he considered the question. Levi was clearly toying with him, but the brand-specific angle made it a bit trickier.

He leaned forward, his fingers tapping thoughtfully on his knee. „Well, this sounds like something a heavy cruiser brand would do. A counterbalanced engine is probably to smooth out those vibrations, especially at high RPMs, so A makes sense. But… smoother idling in traffic sounds pretty important too. Maybe C?“

Levi raised an eyebrow, watching Eren carefully. The question was a challenge, and Eren could feel the weight of it. But after a moment, he made up his mind.

„Final answer?“ Levi asked, his voice smooth, almost teasing.

Eren nodded with confidence. „It’s Harley-Davidson. The answer is A and C.“

Levi’s lips twitched, a grin threatening to break through. After a dramatic pause, he spoke. „Correct. Both A and C.“ He chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the moment. „See, your hard work pays off. And you know your damn stuff.“

Eren’s face lit up in delight, feeling both triumphant and relieved. „I knew it. Harley’s all about that smooth ride.”

He grinned, clearly proud of his knowledge. „Harley-Davidson uses counterbalanced engines to reduce vibration at higher RPMs, but they also prioritize smoother idling in city traffic, especially in their Big Twin models. It’s a big part of the ride. The smoothness and comfort are what make them stand out in the cruiser world.”

Levi gave him a sly, knowing look. „I know, I’ve learned it all alongside you—especially when it comes to the brand-specific certifications. The depth of knowledge you’ve gathered about each one is impressive. But don’t let it get to your head.“

Eren’s expression softened, though a flicker of pride remained in his eyes. „Yeah, but I’ve worked hard for this. I’m ready for whatever comes next.“

Levi’s smile deepened, his tone turning a little more playful. „That’s what I like to hear.“ He shifted on the couch, his posture growing more self-assured. With a subtle movement, he parted his legs just enough to make his thighs and crotch more prominent, a quiet yet unmistakable display of confidence.

„And now… I think you’ve earned another piece of clothing.“ His fingers hovered over the waistband of his black jeans, teasing the button with an almost deliberate slowness, before he popped it open. The soft sound of the zipper descending filled the space between them.

Eren’s thoughts stuttered to a halt as the details he had meticulously absorbed about Harley, Honda, or Yamaha melted away. The low, raspy sound of Levi’s zipper became all-consuming, his mind fixating on it. His throat dried instantly, and he instinctively licked his lips, his eyes drawn to the subtle bulge still hidden beneath Levi’s jeans. Levi wasn’t hard yet, but the shape was enough to send heat spreading through Eren’s stomach. The moment felt charged with an intensity that almost made him forget how to breathe.

It should have been embarrassing—the way his body responded so eagerly. But Levi didn’t need to do anything extravagant to turn Eren on. With just a glance, a snap of his fingers, or the faintest command, Eren would follow. His pulse quickened as he imagined Levi pointing to the floor, a silent order to kneel and open his mouth. It was enough to make Eren feel his own erection pressing against the inside of his jeans in anticipation.

And then—Levi slowly began to slide his pants off his hips, the motion smooth and deliberate. Eren’s thoughts completely short-circuited, all rationality evaporating in an instant. His gaze locked onto Levi’s movements, his pulse racing as every inch of Levi’s body became more exposed.

„I see your brain stopped working,“ Levi teased, a hint of amusement in his voice. But there was something deeper, something darker beneath the playfulness, as his fingers casually set his jeans aside. His eyes never left Eren’s, his smirk widening. „Glad I can prevent you from overthinking, because I know you’ll make it to the top of your class.“

Eren’s breath hitched as he watched Levi’s fingers brush over the bulge in his underwear, the outline of Levi’s cock now unmistakable through the tight, black fabric. The sight made Eren’s throat dry, his body aching with desire. The urge to reach out was overwhelming—to lean down, press his lips against Levi’s skin, his face between Levi’s legs, and feel the heat radiating from him.

But he stayed still, too entranced by the moment.

Levi’s smirk deepened, his tone dripping with mischief. „Here’s your last question, Eren,“ he said, leaning back slightly, his fingers tracing lazy circles over the bulge in his underwear. „How many licks does it take to get someone begging for more?“

Eren’s breath caught, his face heating instantly. He knew Levi wasn’t looking for a serious answer, and yet the deliberate phrasing made his body react on instinct. He swallowed hard, trying to steady himself, but his eyes couldn’t help drifting lower, where Levi’s hand continued to tease at the thin fabric.

„I—uh…” Eren stammered, his voice cracking slightly, the words catching in his throat. His mind raced, utterly failing to come up with a clever response.

Levi chuckled softly, the sound deep and full of satisfaction. „Take your time, genius,“ he said, his voice practically purring now. „But remember, you’re not getting out of this one without an answer.“

„I… I could try and find out,” Eren blurted, his voice low but shaky, as if the words spilled out before he could stop them.

Levi chuckled again. „Mmm, tempting,“ he murmured, his hand pausing briefly before shifting just enough to draw Eren’s attention back. „But since you don’t seem to know the answer, here’s another question for you.“ Levi’s eyes darkened, glinting with something far more wicked.

„How long do you think you’d last… if I decided to take you apart instead?“

Eren’s breath faltered entirely, his body tensing at the way Levi’s voice dipped lower, wrapping around him like a challenge he knew he’d lose.

Eren’s gaze met Levi’s, the corner of his mouth twitching into a small, confident smirk. „Not long,” he admitted, his voice soft yet steady, laced with honesty and heat. „But I bet I’d make it worth your while.”

For a moment, silence stretched between them, heavy and electric. Levi’s smirk softened, his eyes flickering to Eren’s lips and then back up. His voice dropped lower, losing ist teasing edge as he murmured, „I love you.”

The words hung in the air, grounding Eren in place even as his chest tightened with emotion. Levi’s gaze softened further, the usual sharpness in his eyes replaced by a rare, unguarded vulnerability.

Eren’s heart stuttered, his throat tightening, but he didn’t hesitate. He leaned forward, closing the gap between them, his lips brushing Levi’s with a tenderness that contrasted the heat simmering between them. The kiss started slow, soft and deliberate, as if savoring the moment. „I love you too,” Eren murmured against Levi’s lips, the words trembling with raw emotion.

He pressed closer, feeling the strong body beneath him—the firm muscles of Levi’s chest—and as he shifted, the hardness against his own. The realization sent a wave of heat coursing through him, igniting a hunger that could no longer be contained.

The kiss deepened quickly, their breaths mingling as Levi’s hand slid to the back of Eren’s neck, his fingers tangling in his hair and pulling him even closer. Eren’s hands gripped Levi’s thighs firmly, his touch grounding yet desperate, the fire between them growing hotter.

Their tongues intertwined in a passionate dance, each movement deliberate yet full of unspoken need. Eren poured everything he couldn’t find the words for into the kiss—the love, the longing, and the insatiable desire that burned through him. Every emotion flowing through his body seemed to become theirs, shared and amplified, a perfect fusion of love and lust that left no space for hesitation or doubt.

Eren’s hands moved to the hem of his shirt. Without breaking the kiss for more than a second, he tugged the fabric up and over his head, tossing it aside without care. The cool air brushing against his skin only heightened the sensation of Levi’s warmth, making every touch feel electrifying. He pressed closer, his bare chest meeting the firm lines of Levi’s body, the contact sending a shiver racing down his spine.

Levi’s hands moved instinctively, roaming over the newly exposed skin of Eren’s back. His fingers pressed deeper as they reached Eren’s backside, gripping firmly, his touch both commanding and intimate. Eren groaned softly against Levi’s lips and kissed him harder, his fingers tightening on Levi’s thighs with growing urgency.

Eren began to circle his hips against Levi’s, a slow, deliberate motion, seeking friction and showing Levi just how much he wanted him. The heat between them was undeniable, the air around them crackling like fire as the kiss deepened, their body molding together with intensity.

Eren’s lips left Levi’s, giving space for the soft, breathy moans that escaped into the air. He leaned in, his teeth grazing Levi’s neck, biting gently at the sensitive skin. The action earned a low growl from deep in Levi’s throat, the sound sending a thrill through Eren.

A grin spread across Eren’s face as he pressed his lips to the same spot, kissing the delicate skin before nuzzling into the crook of Levi’s neck. He breathed in deeply, letting the scent of him wash over him—a perfect blend of fresh soap, faint cologne, and something uniquely Levi. It was intoxicating, the best aphrodisiac Eren could imagine.

He let out a soft, contented hum against Levi’s inked skin before kissing the spot again, his lips lingering there for a moment. Then, slowly, he began his descent, trailing kisses along Levi’s collarbone and down to his chest. Eren’s lips explored every inch of skin they passed, leaving behind a trail of warmth as he went.

Eren’s lips continued their journey down Levi’s chest, leaving a trail of soft kisses and teasing nips. He paused, his mouth hovering just above Levi’s skin, and murmured lowly, his voice husky with need, „God, I want you so much… you have no idea. You’re so sexy, Levi.”

The words vibrated against Levi’s chest, drawing a sharp intake of breath from him. Levi’s hand instinctively tangled in Eren’s hair, gripping tightly as if to steady himself, but it only fueled Eren further.

Without hesitation, Eren’s lips closed around one of Levi’s light, rosy nipples, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. He sucked gently at first, testing, before his teeth grazed it lightly, pulling a quiet gasp from Levi’s throat. Eren grinned against the skin, his tongue soothing over the spot he’d teased, his hand sliding up to rest against Levi’s other side.

„You taste amazing,” Eren murmured, his voice filled with reverence and desire, before his lips latched onto Levi’s nipple again, this time with more intensity, eager to draw out more sounds from him.

Levi let out a soft, shaky exhale, his lips curving into a sly smirk as he looked down at Eren. „You can taste more,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with desire.

His hands, now buried in Eren’s hair, were gentle—neither pushing nor pressuring—but instead guiding him with quiet intent. The subtle pull of Levi’s fingers sent shivers down Eren’s spine, the unspoken command clear in every delicate touch.

Eren’s lips lingered against Levi’s chest for a moment longer before Levi’s hips rocked upward, pressing firmly against Eren’s stomach. The motion made Eren gasp softly, the heat between them undeniable. He could feel Levi’s arousal, the hardness beneath the thin fabric pressing into him, and it made his pulse quicken.

Eren’s eyes flickered up to meet Levi’s, their gazes locking. There was a challenge in Levi’s expression, but also trust, an unspoken understanding that made Eren’s throat tighten with emotion even as his body burned with need. Slowly, he began to lower himself, following Levi’s lead, his lips leaving a trail of warm kisses down the length of Levi’s torso.

As Eren moved lower, a new scent hit him—a deep, musky aroma that was undeniably Levi. It was intoxicating, flooding his senses and making his head spin. His mouth watered at the sheer closeness, his need for Levi only intensifying with every breath.

A low groan escaped Eren’s lips, raw and needy, as he pressed his face down against Levi’s crotch. He kissed the fabric there just as he had kissed Levi’s neck—reverent, tender, yet laced with desire. The heat radiating through the thin material only made him crave more.

Every part of Levi was perfect to him, every inch worshipped in Eren’s mind. His kisses grew bolder, pressing firmer against Levi’s arousal as his hands slid up Levi’s thighs, fingers gripping with quiet desperation. Levi’s scent, his warmth, his presence—it was overwhelming in the best way, a heady mix that had Eren losing himself completely in the moment.

Levi let out a low, impatient breath, his fingers threading through Eren’s hair in a soothing, rhythmic motion. „Come on, Eren,” he murmured, his voice husky and laced with desire. „Don’t tease me, baby.”

Eren shivered at the words, the endearment hitting him like a spark to dry tinder. He looked up briefly, catching Levi’s gaze—heated, intense, and completely unguarded—before he let his hands slide to the waistband of Levi’s underwear.

Hooking his fingers under the fabric, Eren began to pull it down slowly, dragging the material over the firm lines of Levi’s inked thighs. He paused for a moment, his eyes trailing over the intricate patterns of black ink that adorned Levi’s skin, marveling at the way they accentuated the strength of his legs.

„You’re unreal,” Eren murmured under his breath, more to himself than to Levi, his voice thick with awe and hunger. The fabric slipped lower, revealing more of Levi’s body, and Eren couldn’t stop the way his lips parted, his breath hitching as he took in the sight of him.

Levi’s cock stood long and hard, surrounded by the dark curls of his black hair. The piercing on the underside of his length caught the light, gleaming faintly and drawing Eren’s eyes to it. It rested just below the flushed, swollen tip, where the first beads of precum glistened on the slit. The sight sent a wave of heat through Eren, his stomach flipping with a mixture of awe and desire.

Levi let out a soft chuckle, his fingers tightening briefly in Eren’s hair, the motion grounding and reassuring. „You’re staring, Eren,” he teased, though his voice held an uncharacteristic tremor, the huskiness betraying his anticipation.

Eren swallowed hard, his mouth dry despite the way it watered at the sight in front of him. His lips twitched into a small smirk as he finally looked up at Levi, his green eyes dark with hunger. „Can you blame me?” he murmured, his voice low, almost reverent.

Without waiting for a reply, Eren leaned forward, his lips brushing against the base of Levi’s cock, kissing softly. His hands slid up Levi’s thighs, steadying himself as he trailed his mouth along Levi’s length, tasting the heat of his skin and worshiping every inch as if it were sacred.

Levi’s breath hitched audibly, his hips shifting slightly, though he held himself back. His fingers loosened in Eren’s hair, stroking through it with a tenderness that contrasted the tension in his body. „That’s better,” Levi muttered, his voice a rasp.

Eren’s tongue darted out, licking a slow, deliberate stripe from Levi’s balls to the tip of his cock, savoring every inch. When he reached the flushed head, he swirled his tongue around it, the cool metal of his tongue piercing dragging against the sensitive, velvet skin. A low groan escaped his throat as he tasted the salty bead of precum, his desire intensifying.

Without hesitation, Eren took Levi’s cock into his mouth, his warm lips stretching to accommodate him. He moved slowly at first, letting Levi feel the heat and wetness of his tongue as it pressed against the underside of his cock, the piercing adding just enough friction to drive him wild.

Levi let out a deep, guttural groan, his control slipping as his fingers tightened in Eren’s hair. „Shit, yes,” Levi gasped, his voice raw and strained. His head fell back against the cushions, exposing the long line of his neck as his hips bucked up instinctively, pushing himself deeper into Eren’s eager mouth.

Eren adjusted with ease, his hands gripping Levi’s thighs firmly, grounding him. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking harder, the combination of his tongue and piercing drawing more moans from Levi’s parted lips. The way Levi responded—his sharp breaths, the involuntary twitch of his hips, the weight of his hand in Eren’s hair—only spurred Eren on, his movements becoming more deliberate, more confident.

„Fuck, Eren,” Levi groaned, his voice cracking as his body tensed under the relentless heat of Eren’s mouth. His grip in Eren’s hair tightened, his nails grazing against Eren’s scalp. Levi’s hips rocked upward again, pushing deeper, his cock sliding over the warm, wet press of Eren’s tongue.

„You’re so fucking good at this,” Levi rasped, his tone rough and dripping with need. „Look at you, taking me so perfectly. That pretty little mouth of yours is made for this, isn’t it?” His words were harsh, but his hand in Eren’s hair remained steady, both commanding and tender.

Eren moaned in response, the vibrations sending shivers up Levi’s spine. Levi let out a guttural curse, his head tipping back as he gasped for air. „Shit… yeah, just like that,” he growled, his voice deep and breathless.

He looked down, his stormy grey eyes half-lidded, watching the way Eren’s mouth stretched around him, his lips glistening, cheeks hollowed in concentration. The sight was enough to drive him insane. „Fuck, you look so good like this,” Levi hissed. „Such a good boy, aren’t you? Taking me like you can’t get enough.”

Levi’s dirty talk came in waves, broken by soft groans and sharp intakes of breath as Eren worked him, his mouth a perfect mix of heat, pressure, and rhythm. „Come on, baby,” Levi urged, his voice low and commanding. „Show me how much you want me. Don’t stop now.”

Eren sucked the precum from the swollen tip, his green eyes darkening, his own cock pressing hard against the inside of his jeans. „Who’s the one getting taken apart now?“ Eren teased, licking again over Levi’s length. „Who’s the one begging?“

A low sound, somewhere between a growl and a moan, escaped him as he reacted to Eren’s words. With a sudden, forceful grip, he yanked Eren’s hair, making him gasp in unexpected surprise. Without hesitation, he pulled Eren closer, crashing their lips together in a fierce, passionate kiss. The taste of himself lingered on Eren’s tongue, making Levi’s cock twitch. Eren responded eagerly, matching the intensity of the kiss, their mouths opening wide, the heat between them palpable as the kiss deepened.

Levi bit down on Eren’s lip, his rough hands digging into Eren’s skin as he maneuvered them with ease, shifting their positions until he was looming over him, radiating dominance.

„You shouldn’t have said that,” Levi growled lowly against Eren’s lips, his voice laced with warning and challenge.

Eren tried to lean up, attempting to capture Levi’s mouth in a kiss, but Levi pulled back just slightly, teasingly out of reach. A grin spread across his lips, sharp and predatory, as his dark eyes locked onto Eren’s. „How about I make you beg for my lips instead?” Levi’s voice dripped with a taunting edge.

His hand trailed down Eren’s bare chest, the touch firm yet maddeningly slow, sliding over his sides before dipping lower. With deliberate intent, Levi’s hand moved to Eren’s backside, squeezing the firm curve of his ass under the denim of his jeans. At the same time, his other hand curled around Eren’s throat, the touch possessive but gentle, his fingers applying just enough pressure to send a shiver through Eren.

„Beg for my hands on you,” Levi murmured darkly, his lips so close to Eren’s that their breaths mingled. He shifted his hips, pressing his hardness against Eren’s crotch, grinding against him with deliberate force.

„Beg for my cock to be inside you,” Levi added, his voice husky and dripping with intent. Each word stoked the growing heat between them.

Eren suppressed a moan, biting down on his tongue so the needy words „Oh, please” wouldn’t escape too soon. His pride fought to keep him quiet, but deep down, he knew the game was already lost. Levi knew it too. This was all part of the game—part of Levi’s relentless teasing, a way to ignite sparks and add even more intensity to their already heated moments.

Levi’s sharp eyes saw through every defense Eren tried to put up. He recognized the faint flush blooming on Eren’s cheeks, the way his breath hitched with every touch, and the slight tremor that ran through his body when Levi’s fingers brushed against sensitive skin. It was all too telling, too deliciously vulnerable, and Levi was more than happy to exploit it.

„Oh, you like that,” Levi purred, his voice low and rough, the words dripping with satisfaction. He pressed his lips to Eren’s jaw, tracing a slow, deliberate line of kisses down to the edge of his throat. His breath fanned hot against Eren’s ear as he paused, savoring the shiver that ran through Eren’s frame.

„You love it when I talk dirty to you,” Levi continued, his tone dark and husky, thick with unspoken promises. „Whisper filthy things that leave you squirming.” His lips brushed the shell of Eren’s ear as he spoke, his teeth grazing it lightly before he pulled back just enough to catch Eren’s gaze.

Levi’s hands roamed with intent, one sliding firmly down Eren’s chest, fingertips tracing the defined curves of his ribs before dipping lower. His other hand remained wrapped around Eren’s throat, the grip firm yet careful, a teasing promise of dominance that left Eren’s head spinning. As Levi’s palm moved down to firmly squeeze Eren’s ass, he pressed their bodies together, grinding slowly against him.

„You are mine,” Levi whispered, his voice rich and smooth like dark velvet, carrying an undeniable weight that sent a shiver coursing through Eren’s body.

Eren’s breath hitched, his resolve crumbling completely beneath Levi’s touch and the raw intensity of his words. He couldn’t fight it anymore—he didn’t want to. Spreading his legs more, his heart thundered against his ribcage, each beat loud and heavy in his ears. His voice, shaky but laced with surrender, broke the silence.

„I’m yours,” Eren whispered, the words barely audible as his Adam’s apple bobbed against Levi’s palm when he swallowed hard. His skin flushed, the heat of his arousal surging through him as he became achingly aware of the wetness soaking his underwear. His cock throbbed against the constraining fabric, the friction only making his desire more unbearable.

Levi smirked, leaning in close enough that his breath ghosted over Eren’s ear. „Good,” he murmured, his tone sharp and commanding yet laced with a dangerous tenderness. „Now let me make sure you never forget it.”

Eren arched into Levi’s touch, his body instinctively responding to every kiss trailing down his chest. Levi’s hand left his throat, the warmth of his palm skimming down over Eren’s right side instead. His fingers traced the lines of the tattoo that now adorned Eren’s caramel skin—a sprawling masterpiece that Levi himself had inked.

The wild, monstrous creature stretched across Eren’s right side, beginning at his hip and winding up over his ribs. Ist sharp, spiked spine coiled around his muscles like a serpent, curling up over his side, shoulder, and bicep. Each line and shadow hugged Eren’s form, accentuating every defined curve. It was raw, intricate, and powerful—much like the man wearing it.

Levi’s lips pressed a soft kiss to Eren’s sternum, lingering briefly before his thumb grazed over Eren’s left nipple—the one adorned with a silver piercing that glinted under the dim light. Eren hissed through his teeth, his back arching further, his lips parting in a breathless gasp. „Levi,” he moaned, his voice rough with need.

Levi’s lips curled into a smirk as he flicked the sensitive bud again, his thumb rubbing slow, deliberate circles over the hardened peak. „I love the sounds you make,” Levi murmured, his voice low and teasing, rich with satisfaction.

His lips trailed lower, leaving a heated path of kisses down Eren’s chest. When his teeth scraped against the skin beside Eren’s navel, Levi felt the sharp intake of breath beneath him, the faint tremble in Eren’s abs that betrayed his growing anticipation.

Levi’s palm slid down, pressing firmly between Eren’s legs. The hard, needy heat straining against the fabric of his jeans sent a jolt of satisfaction through Levi. Eren moaned at the pressure, the contact enough to promise release yet leave him craving more.

With a practiced ease, Levi flicked the button of Eren’s jeans open and pulled down the zipper, the faint sound loud in the charged air between them. He peeled the fabric back slowly, baring the inked black „L” etched into the deep curve of Eren’s V-line. The bold yet intricate letter rested proudly on his skin, perfectly formed in Levi’s precise, almost printed handwriting.

It had been Eren’s request—a birthday gift on the day he turned twenty-three.

L for Levi.

L for the love that burned so fiercely in Eren’s chest it felt permanent.

L for the life Eren wanted to share with him, every moment, every heartbeat.

L for the unshakable loyalty Eren had for Levi, something that could never be broken.

And L for lust—an insatiable desire that flared between them, undeniable and electric.

Levi ran his thumb over the tattoo, his eyes tracing the ink with a reverence that mirrored his feelings. He leaned down, placing a lingering kiss over the mark, claiming it, claiming Eren.

All the same. L for Levi.

Levi’s tongue dragged along the inked line, rough and wet, marking his territory in a way that left no room for doubt. The tattoo had healed, though it was still fresh after only a few weeks. The deep, pitch-black ink stood out starkly against Eren’s warm, caramel skin, pristine and bold, a permanent statement.

„Remember how I gave you this?” Levi asked, his tone laced with teasing confidence. It wasn’t really a question—just a way to push Eren’s buttons and ignite the vivid memories that Levi knew were burned into his mind. He pressed another lingering kiss to the „L,” a silent gesture of approval that sent a spark of heat through Eren.

Eren answered anyway, his lips parting as a sharp gasp escaped before he spoke. „I’ll never forget,” he breathed, his voice husky, tinged with devotion and longing.

Propping himself up on his elbows, Eren’s lust-filled gaze met Levi’s, his eyes dark with desire. The muscles in his stomach flexed with the movement, drawing Levi’s attention for a brief moment. Then, Eren’s lips curled into a grin, his next words dark, designed to provoke. „You should’ve done the tattoo with your blood.”

Levi paused for a moment, the words hanging in the air before a deep breath escaped him. A crooked smirk tugged at his lips, his silver-grey eyes gleaming with amusement—and something darker. „Yeah. But that’s not possible,” he replied, his voice low and gravelly, though the way his hand moved betrayed his calm demeanor.

Without warning, Levi grabbed the waistband of Eren’s jeans, yanking them down in one sharp, forceful pull, dragging his underwear along with them. The fabric slid roughly over Eren’s skin, leaving him completely exposed under Levi’s piercing gaze. The heat in the room seemed to thicken, the air charged with an intensity that neither of them could deny.

Levi’s eyes lingered on Eren’s body, his smirk deepening as he leaned in, his hand brushing deliberately along Eren’s hip. „But I’ll make damn sure I leave my mark in every way,” he murmured, his voice dripping with intent as his fingers traced lower.

Eren spread his legs for Levi, his body completely open and inviting as Levi’s fingers trailed along the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. Levi couldn’t help but marvel at how beautiful Eren looked—strong, aroused, and utterly vulnerable, offering himself so freely to the man he loved. Loose strands of brown hair framed Eren’s handsome face, damp with sweat, and his emerald eyes shone with an intensity that sent a jolt straight through Levi.

Reaching behind himself, Eren grabbed a pillow, his movements deliberate, subtle yet impactful. The shift exposed even more of him, silently granting Levi an unspoken permission—more control, more power over the moment. As he adjusted, Levi’s eyes caught sight of another tattoo, this one inked on the tender skin of Eren’s inner arm. A japanes symbol:

戦え

Tatakae. „Fight” or „Keep fighting.”

Levi’s eyes lingered on the bold symbol, his gaze softening ever so slightly as the meaning hit him. That word wasn’t just inked on Eren’s skin, it was a declaration of who he was —a fighter in every sense. It embodied everything Eren stood for, everything he’d fought to achieve.

He’d been fighting ever since he began making his own decisions: choosing Levi as his partner despite the challenges, walking away from medical school to pursue his true dream of becoming a mechanic, stepping into bloodied cages to fight for his future, his happiness, his freedom.

Levi swallowed thickly, his heart swelling with more than just lust. His desire for Eren went so much deeper than the physical. It embraced all of him—his body, his heart, his soul.

Levi wasn’t a man of many words; he’d never been one for long speeches or elaborate declarations. But that didn’t matter—he had other ways to show Eren exactly how he felt.

Lowering himself, Levi let his mouth convey what his words never could. His lips pressed against Eren’s tattoo, reverent and slow, leaving a trail of kisses that spoke of admiration, devotion, and a love so consuming it left him breathless. He continued downward, his movements deliberate, his touches whispering promises of loyalty and desire, until Eren’s gasps filled the air, raw and unrestrained.

Levi didn’t need to say a word. His actions told Eren everything he needed to know.

He trailed slow, deliberate kisses along Eren’s thighs, his lips brushing the sensitive skin with just enough pressure to send shivers coursing through Eren’s body. Finally, Levi’s mouth reached Eren’s hard, throbbing cock, standing proud and flushed with arousal. Levi paused for a moment, taking in the sight, appreciating how beautiful every inch of Eren was.

With a practiced ease, Levi’s lips parted, stretching around the swollen head. His tongue flicked over it, swirling and teasing, coating Eren’s length with warm, slick saliva. He took him deeper into his mouth, the wet heat sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through Eren.

„Levi,” Eren moaned, the sound spilling from his lips like a prayer. His hips jerked involuntarily, his back arching as his hands gripped the pillow beneath him, knuckles white with tension. „Levi.” The name left him again, this time a plea, a praise—each syllable like music to Levi’s ears, darkened with desire and filled with need.

Levi hummed in response, the vibration shooting through Eren’s body and drawing out a desperate gasp. He took Eren deeper, his throat tightening slightly as he sucked, his tongue teasing the soft velvet skin. He traced the pulsing vein along Eren’s length, pressing the flat of his tongue against it, savoring every beat of Eren’s pleasure.

A low moan escaped Levi, muffled but heavy with want, as Eren’s taste filled his senses. It was intoxicating, the salty-sweet heat of him driving Levi’s hunger to new heights. His hands gripped Eren’s hips firmly, holding him in place as he set a steady rhythm, each motion deliberate, each touch designed to unravel Eren completely.

Eren’s breaths came faster, his chest rising and falling as his body surrendered to Levi’s touch. Every flick of Levi’s tongue, every pull of his lips sent waves of pleasure through him, building higher and higher until it felt like he might break under the intensity.

Levi wanted to push him there, to the edge of bliss, and pull him back again—again and again—until Eren was nothing but moans, gasps, and the sound of Levi’s name on his lips.

„Yeah, let me hear you,” Levi murmured eagerly, his voice dripping with lust. „You sound so hot, Eren. I want to fuck you so bad, make you scream for me.”

His hand cupped Eren’s balls, massaging them gently, his touch deliberate and maddening. Slowly, his hand slid lower, his fingers tracing over the sensitive skin until his thumb stroked teasingly over Eren’s entrance. The faint pressure sent a shiver coursing through Eren, his body responding instinctively.

„Levi, please,” Eren gasped, his voice breathless and desperate. His half-lidded eyes were fixed on Levi, darkened with desire, his lips parted to take in shaky breaths. His cheeks were flushed, and his chest rose and fell rapidly, each inhale and exhale heavy with need. His gaze dropped to where Levi’s mouth worked him—where his cock slid in and out of that perfect, hot mouth. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the way Levi’s tongue teased him mercilessly, the slick heat pulling him closer to the edge.

The tension inside Eren coiled tighter and tighter, his cock pulsing stronger with every passing moment, leaking onto Levi’s tongue. His whole body trembled as the pleasure became almost unbearable, and a ragged moan slipped past his lips. „Shit… stop… Levi, stop—”

Levi pulled back immediately, his lips glistening, a wicked grin curling on his face. „Almost lost it, huh?” he teased, his voice low and filled with satisfaction.

Eren took several deep breaths, trying to steady himself as the intense pressure began to ebb, leaving behind a desperate ache for more. His muscles tensed as he propped himself up slightly, his desire unrelenting.

He looked at Levi, his voice raw with hunger. „I want more,” Eren whispered, his words a plea, a command. „I want you. Inside me.”

Levi’s grin deepened as he crawled up Eren’s body, his gaze sharp and full of intent. „Oh, you’ll have me,” he promised, his voice dark and seductive. „Say please, and I’ll give you everything.”

„Please,” Eren said again, his voice unwavering, filled with anticipation.

„Such a good boy for me,” Levi smirked, his voice laced with satisfaction.

Eren shivered at the praise, the words igniting something deep inside him. Despite the urge to moan, he swallowed it down and growled instead, „Shut up and fuck me.”

Levi chuckled, low and deep, his hands gently caressing Eren’s skin. „I have to get you ready first, baby.” His thumb circled Eren’s entrance again, teasing. „Turn around for me.”

Eren moved quickly, almost too fast, his eagerness evident. He turned around, getting on his hands and knees, leaning forward on his forearms, his backside shamelessly on display.

„Hm, so beautiful,” Levi hummed in approval, his hands sliding up Eren’s thighs and hips, before cupping his asscheeks. The contrast of Levi’s pale hands against Eren’s tanned skin was striking. Eren arched his back, muscles rippling as he moved. The tattoo on his left shoulder—the first one he’d gotten from Levi—seemed to come to life. A wild bird breaking free, the intricate design formed by lines, shadows, and dotwork, shifting with every motion of his body.

Levi squeezed Eren’s cheeks, his breath quickening as the sight before him made his cock twitch in anticipation. He leaned down, his hot breath ghosting over Eren’s spine, sending a shiver through his body, before trailing lower, closer to his entrance.

Levi licked a wet stripe over Eren’s entrance. Eren hissed, his hips jerking slightly at the sensation, a mix of arousal and awkwardness flooding through him. Levi chuckled, knowing full well that rimming wasn’t exactly Eren’s favorite thing—it was something he tolerated, sometimes enjoyed, but it wasn’t what really got him off.

„Shit, just stick your fingers in me,” Eren muttered, his voice muffled as he pressed his face into the pillow he was clutching.

Levi chuckled again, the sound low and teasing. „Oi, so impatient,” he said, smirking. He sucked on the rim lightly, letting his tongue slide lazily around the sensitive area. „Here I am, trying to be a thoughtful lover, licking your ass and taking my time with foreplay shit, and you just want your hole stuffed.”

Eren groaned at Levi’s bluntness, his face heating up as a flush crept over his cheeks.

„Fine,” Levi said with mock exasperation. Instead of continuing to lick, Levi spit down between Eren’s cheeks, the act raw and dirty—completely unlike Levi’s usual meticulousness. But it had an effect on Eren, turning him on in a way that felt almost too filthy.

Eren shivered as he felt Levi’s fingers glide against his entrance, circling and pressing with intent. Slowly, Levi pushed one finger inside, his touch firm but careful. Eren exhaled, his body relaxing as he adjusted to the sensation. Levi worked him gently, his other hand kneading Eren’s hip, grounding him as he prepared him with deliberate care.

Eren moaned deeply as Levi’s fingers rubbed over his sweet spot, his hips rocking back instinctively to meet Levi’s touch. He melted into the sensation, his entire body humming with pleasure. Fuck, this feels so good—having Levi’s hands on him, having Levi inside him. Every cell in his body seemed to react, his heart pounding in his chest, his cock throbbing harder, leaking onto the cover below.

„Damn, look at you,” Levi murmured, his voice low and dripping with praise. „Taking my fingers so well. Can’t wait for my cock, huh?” He thrust his fingers in faster, curling them with precision, hitting Eren’s prostate with every stroke.

Eren’s moans grew louder, his body trembling as waves of pleasure rolled through him. His hands gripped the pillow tightly, as his mind went blank with sensation. He couldn’t explain what it was that made him like this under Levi’s touch—completely undone, like an obident dog, moaning like a bitch and turning into a desperate mess. But he didn’t care.

„Levi,” Eren gasped, his voice shaking with need. „Levi, Levi… please!”

Levi smirked at the sound of Eren begging, his fingers never slowing, driving him closer and closer to the edge. „That’s it,” Levi purred. „Beg for it. You’re so perfect like this, Eren.”

Levi withdrew his fingers, spitting into his palm and stroking himself a few times, coating his cock with slickness. He groaned softly, anticipation coiling tightly in his stomach. No matter how many times he had been inside Eren—whether it was slow and tender or raw and rough—it never lost ist intensity. Levi could never get enough of him, of the way Eren’s body welcomed him so perfectly every time.

Gripping one of Eren’s cheeks, Levi pulled it open with one hand, using the other to guide himself into position. The deep red head of his cock pressed teasingly against Eren’s entrance, sliding between his cheeks. He rubbed against the tight ring of muscle, pressing in just slightly before pulling back, only to repeat the motion again, smearing the precum across Eren’s skin.

Eren groaned in frustration, the tease driving him mad. Looking back over his shoulder, his emerald eyes shone with a mixture of desire and impatience. „Come on,” he rasped, his voice hoarse and trembling. „Put it in already.”

Levi bit his lip at the sight—Eren’s desperation, his flushed cheeks, his sweat-slicked skin. Slowly, Levi gave in, pushing forward until the head of his cock breached Eren’s entrance. He exhaled sharply as the tight heat enveloped him. He pressed in deeper, sliding in inch by inch, savoring the way Eren’s body stretched around him. But Levi stopped before he was fully seated, his body hot and begging for more, his restraint just barely holding.

Eren whimpered, wiggling his hips, trying to rock back and take more. The friction alone sent shivers down Levi’s spine.

„Put it in yourself,” Levi growled roughly, gripping Eren’s hips tighter. „If you want it that bad, fuck yourself on my cock.”

Eren moaned at the command, his body trembling with both frustration and need. Slowly, he pushed back, taking Levi deeper inside him, inch by inch, until he was fully seated. The sensation of being completely filled left Eren breathless, his fingers curling tightly into the cover beneath him as he started to move.

Eren began rolling his hips, using the strength of his thighs and stomach to rock his body into a steady rhythm.

He gasped in surprise, a heated flush of arousal spreading through him when Levi delivered a firm slap to his ass. It wasn’t meant to hurt, but it was just enough to send sparks of excitement shooting through his body, urging him to press back faster, to fuck Levi’s hard cock like he deserved.

„Ah,” Eren moaned into the pillow, his voice muffled but dripping with pleasure.

Another sharp slap. „Such a perfect ass, Eren,” Levi growled, his deep voice low and full of praise. „You’re doing so good, taking me so well, baby.”

Levi stayed as still as he could, letting Eren set the pace, his sharp gaze fixated on how his cock disappeared into Eren’s body over and over again. The sight of Eren rocking back, the way his muscles moved, and the intoxicating sounds leaving his lips—it was almost too much. Levi could feel the pressure building in his crotch, his cock painfully hard, every thrust sending waves of pleasure through him like fire.

Eren moaned and gasped, his lips parting to whisper Levi’s name, followed by desperate pleas of „please” and „more.” He rocked back harder, trying to find that perfect angle, the one that would send him higher, push him closer to the edge. But even as he felt deliciously full, it wasn’t enough. His thighs trembled from the effort of holding himself up, his muscles burning as he strained to keep moving.

Levi, sensing the shift, decided it was enough teasing. His hands gripped Eren’s hips tightly, holding him firmly in place as he took over, thrusting forward with hard, fast strokes.

Eren cried out at the sudden change, the relentless stimulation sending shockwaves through his body. Levi’s cock hit his prostate dead-on, the force making white sparks flash behind Eren’s eyes. Heat flooded through his veins, overwhelming him as his vision blurred and tears pricked the corners of his eyes from the sheer intensity.

The friction inside him was maddening, overwhelming in the best way possible. With Levi holding his hips in place and pounding into him with ruthless precision, Eren couldn’t focus on anything else. His mind zeroed in on the heat, the pressure, the incredible fullness as Levi claimed him completely.

„Oh, shit,” Eren cried, his voice breaking, his mind a haze of pleasure. „Oh my… Levi, I… I…” His words trailed off, a mess of gasps and moans spilling from his lips as he surrendered to the feeling, his body shaking under Levi’s control.

Suddenly, Levi pulled out, his chest heaving as he squeezed the base of his cock with a frustrated growl. Fuck, he’d been so close to coming, but he didn’t want it to end just yet.

Eren’s system shocked by the sudden emptiness, and he blurted out a helpless, „No, don’t stop!”

His voice trembled with desperation as he looked back at Levi with blown pupils and a face flushed deep red. His breaths came in ragged gasps, his body tense, his ass clenching around nothing as it craved Levi’s presence.

Levi smirked faintly, reaching out to soothe Eren’s shivering body. He stroked his back gently, his touch grounding, before guiding Eren to shift and lie down on his back. Levi leaned over him, cupping Eren’s face with one hand while his other brushed away a few stray locks of damp, tousled hair.

„Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want,” Levi murmured against Eren’s lips, his voice low and rich with promise. Then he captured Eren’s mouth in a kiss—deep, slow, and deliberate. It wasn’t rushed or forceful, but full of passion and care, every movement of Levi’s lips against Eren’s speaking volumes about what he felt.

Levi pressed Eren’s legs up, angling them perfectly as their eyes locked. The connection between them was electric, burning hotter with each second. Without breaking eye contact, Levi pushed back inside, sliding deep into Eren with a controlled, steady thrust.

Eren’s lips parted in a silent moan, his breath catching as the initial wave of pleasure surged through him. A moment later, actual sounds escaped him—long, low moans that filled the room—as he threw his head back, surrendering completely to the intense sensations.

Levi adjusted himself into a more upright, kneeling position, gripping one of Eren’s legs firmly and holding it upright as he thrust into him. His free hand reached down to wrap around Eren’s cock, stroking the hard length in perfect rhythm with the movement of his hips.

Eren arched his back, his senses overwhelmed by the double stimulation—Levi’s cock plunging deep inside him and the steady, firm strokes on his throbbing member. The pleasure coursing through him was intoxicating, making every nerve in his body come alive.
Desperate for something to anchor himself, Eren reached back, his hands searching blindly until they found the pillow again. His fingers clenched around it tightly as his body trembled with need.

The tension in his core rose rapidly, building into an unstoppable wave. Levi’s hips drove into him with precision, and with one perfect thrust, the dam inside Eren broke. Ecstasy washed over him in hot, crashing waves. His cock twitched in Levi’s hand as thick, white ropes of cum spilled out, coating his stomach and chest.

„Levi!” Eren gasped, his voice breaking as he cried out Levi’s name like a prayer. His eyes, half-lidded and glassy with pleasure, locked on Levi’s face as his climax tore through him.

Levi loomed over him, his strong, toned body glowing with a sheen of sweat. Strands of black hair fell over his darkened eyes, casting shadows across his flushed face. He looked fierce and breathtakingly gorgeous—every inch of him commanding and utterly irresistible.

Watching Eren unravel beneath him was a sight Levi would never forget. Eren’s cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, sweat glistening on his caramel skin, making every contour of his toned body gleam in the low light. His emerald eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown wide with pleasure, a few stray tears clinging to his lashes. His mouth hung open, lips red and swollen from their earlier kisses, soft gasps and moans spilling out uncontrollably.

Eren’s chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, the white streaks of his release painting his stomach and pecs. His fingers gripped the pillow with a desperate strength, knuckles white from the tension as his entire body shuddered in the aftermath of his climax.

„Fuck, you’re so hot, Eren,” Levi groaned, his voice low and wrecked with arousal. His hips slammed forward in a deep, desperate thrust as his own climax hit him. A shudder ripped through his body as he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside Eren. He trembled as waves of heat coursed through him, his breaths ragged as he rode out the high.

Levi’s gaze remained locked on Eren’s, captivated by the sight of him—flushed, spent, and utterly beautiful in the aftermath of their shared ecstasy.

The thought crossed Eren’s mind that being looked at like this during such an intimate moment—while hitting his climax—made everything more intense. Having Levi’s unwavering gaze on him didn’t make him feel vulnerable; it made him feel desired. It made him feel strong, not in a physical sense, but in the strength of their bond, their love. With Levi, Eren didn’t have to hold back—in anything. He could be good, he could be bad, he could be messy, dirty, raw… and Levi still loved him.

A broad smile broke across Eren’s face, radiant with affection, joy, and the rush of endorphins coursing through him in the warm afterglow of his climax.

Levi noticed, one eyebrow raising as the corners of his lips twitched upward in his familiar smirk. „You look pretty satisfied,“ he remarked dryly, though there was a hint of playfulness behind his words.

„I am,“ Eren admitted with a chuckle, the movement causing his muscles to clench unintentionally, squeezing around Levi, who was still buried inside him.

„Oi, stop that,“ Levi grumbled, though there was no heat in his tone—only amused exasperation. To make his point, he gave Eren a sudden, sharp thrust that earned him a surprised gasp. Leaning down with a teasing glimmer in his stormy grey eyes, Levi murmured, „Or I might just fuck you again.“

Eren grinned, his green eyes gleaming with mischief. „Oh no, what a terrible punishment.“ His arms reached up to wrap around Levi’s neck, pulling him down into a deep kiss. Levi kissed back, slow and deliberate, before trailing to the side to nuzzle against Eren’s neck.

„Cocky brat,“ Levi muttered, grazing his teeth over Eren’s skin in a way that made him shiver. In return, Eren let his nails rake gently over Levi’s back, a silent promise of affection.

Finally, Levi pulled out with careful precision, settling down beside Eren with a sigh. His dark hair was messy, and his skin was flushed, but he looked perfectly at ease. „How about a shower,“ he suggested, „and then I’ll make us some sandwiches?“

Eren’s stomach growled faintly, prompting him to laugh. „Sounds perfect. I’m starving, and your sandwiches really are the best.“ He shifted closer to Levi, cuddling against his warm body for just a moment longer before reality inevitably called them back.

Eren’s gaze drifted across the room, landing on the laptop sitting on the coffee table. He let out a small sigh, the weight of whatever had been on his mind creeping back in.

Levi followed his line of sight, frowning slightly before leaning over to shut the laptop’s screen with a firm click. „Stop overthinking,“ Levi said firmly but gently, his eyes locking onto Eren’s. „You’ve got this shit. You know every answer to every damn question. Don’t psych yourself out.“

Eren blinked at Levi’s confidence in him before smiling softly. „Thanks,“ he murmured, leaning forward to press a tender kiss to Levi’s forehead.

„Yeah, yeah, enough of that sappy shit,“ Levi muttered, though his tone was warm. „Come on, let’s get cleaned up before you turn into a damn sap puddle.“

Eren stood up from the couch, stretching his sore muscles with a satisfied groan. Levi’s sharp eyes immediately landed on the couch, the faintest hint of disapproval tugging at his expression.

„You better take that cover with you,“ Levi said, gesturing at the now thoroughly compromised couch throw. „That filthy thing has to go straight into the laundry.“

Eren rolled his eyes dramatically but couldn’t fight back a grin. „Yes, sir,“ he teased, leaning down to grab the cover. He bundled it up under one arm, knowing full well Levi wouldn’t let him hear the end of it if he didn’t follow through.

As Eren headed toward the bathroom, completely bare and unbothered, Levi trailed behind him, his gaze fixed on the sway of Eren’s hips and the curve of his naked backside.

Right before Eren could step through the bathroom door, Levi’s hand darted out, delivering a sharp, playful slap to Eren’s ass.

Eren yelped in surprise, spinning around to glare at Levi, though the blush rising on his cheeks betrayed his attempt at indignation. „What the hell was that for?“

Levi smirked, unrepentant as ever. „For being a brat,“ he said, his voice laced with amusement. „And such a sexy ass deserves a good slap once in a while.”

Eren huffed, his lips twitching as though he wanted to laugh. Instead, he turned back toward the bathroom with a muttered, „You’re impossible,“ shaking his head but clearly not upset.

Levi followed him inside, casually leaning against the doorframe as he watched Eren start the water. „Yeah, yeah. You love me anyway.“

Eren glanced over his shoulder, his expression softening, a small smile tugging at his lips. „Unfortunately for me, I do.“

Levi’s smirk softened into something gentler as he pushed off the frame and joined Eren under the warm spray of the shower.

X

Chapter Text

No Regrets 2
Chapter 2 - Celebration

Eren didn’t have to worry about his last written exam—it had gone smoother than he’d expected, like a perfect downshift on an open road.

The same went for the hands-on exam.

He’d gone into the practical with steady hands and a sharp mind, but the weight of expectation had still settled heavy on his shoulders. The exam wasn’t just about wrenching and fixing things; it was about proving he could think fast, diagnose problems efficiently, and handle the kind of situations any real motorcycle mechanic would face in the shop.

The first test had been straightforward—a sportbike that wouldn’t start. No details, no hints, just a bike and an examiner watching his every move.

Eren went through the basics first. Battery? Charged. Fuel? Half a tank. Spark? Nothing. That narrowed it down. He checked the ignition coil and found the problem instantly—out of spec.

„Faulty coil,” he said, glancing up. „Needs replacing. Should fire right up after that.”

The examiner made a note, barely reacting, and gestured toward the next station.

A disassembled carburetor sat on the workbench, the metal parts laid out in a neat row. Eren exhaled through his nose and got to work. He checked the jets for clogs, inspected the diaphragm for wear, and made sure the float height was correct before putting it all back together. Every movement was precise, every screw torqued just right.

No words from the examiner. Just a sharp nod before Eren was sent to the next bike.

This one was newer—a fuel-injected sportbike with a check engine light glaring at him from the dash. He hooked up the OBD scanner and got a P0171 code: System Too Lean. Probably a vacuum leak. He grabbed the smoke tester, watched the thin wisps curl through the intake, and—there. A cracked intake boot.

He turned to the examiner. „Unmetered air messing with the fuel mixture. Needs a new intake boot, then a throttle body sync.”

Still no reaction, just another note scribbled down before he was waved forward.

By the time he reached the safety inspection station, he was fully in the zone. His hands moved on instinct, checking brake pads, chain tension, steering head play, fork seals—the usual. Pads at 2mm, forks starting to leak, chain a little loose but still good. He rattled off the details, kept it short and clear.

Then came the part he was dreading—a customer service role-play.

The examiner crossed his arms, shifting into character as an impatient customer who wasn’t happy about the price of repairs.

Eren resisted the urge to sigh. He could fix bikes all day long, but dealing with customers? Different kind of skill set.

„I get it,” he said, keeping his tone even. „Repairs aren’t cheap, but riding with worn brakes and leaking forks? That’s risky. I can break down the cost for you and help prioritize what needs fixing first.”

The examiner tilted his head slightly, considering, before making a final note.

And just like that—it was over.

Eren stepped back, heart still hammering in his chest. He wiped his hands on his jeans, suddenly hyperaware of how sweaty his palms had gotten. The lead examiner finally looked up, studying him for a moment before speaking.

„Solid work,” he said. „Quick diagnosis, good hands-on skills. Just keep your explanations to customers a little shorter—most don’t care about the technical details.”

Eren nodded, biting back the grin threatening to creep onto his face.

He had done it.

Stepping outside, the crisp afternoon air hit him, cool against his flushed skin. He dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling hard as the tension drained from his shoulders. The weight of the exam, the pressure, the overthinking—it all rolled off him in waves.

He’d passed. He knew it.

Now, all that was left to do was wait for the official results.

_

Eren barely stepped out of the exam building before his phone was already in his hand, his fingers moving on instinct. He didn’t even have to think—Levi was the first person he wanted to tell.

The call barely rang once before Levi picked up. „Yeah?“

Eren grinned so wide his face almost hurt. „I fucking passed!“

There was a pause, just for a second, then Levi’s voice came through, smooth and certain. „Knew you would.“

That warmth—steady, unwavering—made Eren’s chest feel even fuller. „Still, hearing it out loud? Shit, Levi, I’m so fucking proud of myself right now.“

He laughed, practically bouncing on his feet as he started moving through the streets of Trost, the city alive with ist usual buzz of traffic, conversations, and distant music from open shop doors.

Levi hummed, the sound low and approving. „Good. You should be.“

Eren could picture him so clearly—probably sitting at his workstation in No Regrets, sleeves rolled up, a tattoo machine in hand, giving him that barely-there smirk that meant he was proud but wouldn’t make a big deal about it.

„I’m heading over now,“ Eren said, already weaving through the crowded sidewalk. „Had to call you first, though.“

There was a rustling on the other end of the line, then Levi’s voice, quieter this time. „You better hurry up. I’m not saying it over the phone.“

Eren’s grin turned sharp. „Oh? What exactly are you planning to say?“

Levi scoffed. „Guess you’ll have to get your ass here and find out.“

And just like that, the call ended.

Eren huffed a laugh, shaking his head as he stuffed his phone back into his pocket. He picked up his pace, anticipation curling hot in his chest.

Telling Levi over the phone had been great. But telling him in person? That was going to be even better.

_

As Eren walked through the bustling streets of Trost, his mind was still wrapped in the satisfaction of passing his exams. His thoughts floated in a dreamlike haze, a grin still spread across his face. He barely noticed the red traffic light ahead, too lost in his thoughts to pay attention. At the last possible moment, his foot came down awkwardly on the pavement, and he stumbled backward. He managed to catch the coffee mug he had grabbed from the café earlier, the warm liquid sloshing dangerously close to the rim.

With a sharp breath, he spun around to regain his balance, and in that very motion, almost bumped into a man who had been standing just behind him.

„Oh, sorry!“ Eren laughed awkwardly, feeling his cheeks flush with embarrassment. His mind was clearly miles away. The man, though startled for a second, simply shrugged it off, turning away without a word, and Eren hardly even noticed. His thoughts were already elsewhere, absorbed in the excitement of the day.

The light turned green, and Eren didn’t waste any time. He moved quickly through the intersection, focusing solely on his destination—*No Regrets*. He could almost feel the pull, the anticipation swelling in his chest as he walked the familiar path to the tattoo shop.

When he reached the shop, the sign above the door greeted him, ist letters bold and welcoming. The feeling in his chest grew lighter, almost like his feet weren’t even touching the ground. He was practically soaring with excitement.

As soon as he stepped through the door, a loud, sudden bang hit him square in the face—confetti exploded in every direction, showering him in a sparkling mess. He froze for a moment, blinking, his heart skipping a beat. And then, a burst of laughter rang out, and Isabel appeared in his line of sight.

With her vibrant pink hair and her colorful, gothic outfit—spiked leather jacket, fishnets, and boots with silver buckles—she looked like a whirlwind of energy. She grinned like a devil as she held the confetti cannon, already preparing for the next round.

Farlan stood beside her, clapping his hands enthusiastically. His usual calm demeanor was gone, replaced with a big smile and bright, excited eyes. „Yeah, man! You did it!“ he shouted, his voice full of pride for Eren.

The music blasting from the speakers was loud, filling the room with a rock-fueled energy. The unmistakable beat of „Motorcycle Man“ by Saxon reverberated through the walls:

„If you see me flashing by
Do not stop me, do not try
‘Cause I’m a motorcycle man
I get my kicks just when I can

Motorcycle man
Motorcycle man“

The lyrics matched the energy of the room, the celebration roaring to life. Eren laughed, caught completely off guard, but overjoyed by the surprise. He looked around, taking in the people he cared about—Isabel’s infectious energy, Farlan’s joy, and of course, Levi standing just a few feet away.

„I can beat your street machine
We’re taking risks, that’s what we mean
‘Cause we’re the motorcycle men
We get our kicks just when we can
When we can

Motorcycle man
Motorcycle man“

Levi, as always, was dressed in his usual black attire—a minimalist goth style that made him stand out with effortless coolness. His clothes were simple, but striking. The black shirt, slim-fit jeans, and boots. His dark, grey eyes locked onto Eren, the corners of his lips twitching as he held back a grin.

The look Levi gave him spoke volumes—pride, affection, and that intense connection they shared. His gaze was soft but filled with so much emotion.

Eren’s grin spread even wider, his chest swelling with the feeling of being celebrated in such a way. He couldn’t have asked for a better moment.

Farlan popped a champagne bottle, ist cork letting out a satisfying pop, the bubbly liquid spilling over the top. Isabel cheered as the cork flew, but Eren barely registered the champagne itself. It didn’t matter that it was Isabel’s idea to celebrate with such a drink—he was too happy to care. He was surrounded by friends, and by Levi, and that was all he needed.

Levi stepped toward him, the small grin finally breaking free on his face, his steps slow but purposeful. He reached out and cupped Eren’s face with one hand, gently guiding him down. Their faces were mere inches apart, and Eren’s breath hitched, heart thumping in his chest as Levi’s warm breath caressed his lips.

„I’m so fucking proud of you, Eren,“ Levi murmured, his voice low, rough, and filled with meaning. The words wrapped around Eren like a vice, making him feel even more alive. The weight of the praise, the depth of Levi’s affection, sent a rush of heat through his veins.

The way Levi said it, with that rough, intimate tone—it always had an effect on him. It made him feel something more than just pride. It made him feel desire. It made his chest tighten and his pulse quicken. Levi’s praise always had that effect—there was something about the way Levi owned him, both emotionally and physically, that drove him to the edge.

Before Eren could even react, Levi closed the gap, pulling Eren’s lips to his in a kiss. It was deep, urgent—like they were the only two people in the room. The soft hum of the music, the cheers from Isabel and Farlan, faded into the background as Eren leaned into the kiss, losing himself in the heat of Levi’s touch.

Levi’s hand moved from his face to the back of his neck, his fingers threading into Eren’s brown hair as he deepened the kiss. Eren’s chest swelled with warmth and desire. Nothing mattered except this.

Levi pulled away just enough to glance at him, his eyes dark with the same intensity, the same burning desire. „That’s my good boy, Eren. You did it,“ Levi whispered, his voice rougher than ever, and Eren could feel the weight of those words deep in his chest.

Isabel, always the lively one, practically yanked Eren away from Levi, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. She shoved Levi aside with a playful shove, not giving him a chance to react. „Enough of that,“ she said with a wink, her voice full of mock seriousness. „Let me hug him.“

Before Eren could even process her words, Isabel had thrown herself at him, her arms wrapping around his larger frame as she pressed a quick, friendly kiss to his cheek. It was lighthearted, completely platonic, but it still made Eren chuckle as he lifted her off the ground slightly, squeezing her in return.

„Thanks, Isabel,“ Eren laughed, feeling the warmth of her affection.

Levi, standing off to the side with his arms crossed, muttered with a small smirk, „Lips off my man.“ His tone was playful but possessive, though anyone who knew him could tell it wasn’t born out of jealousy. His eyes flicked briefly to Isabel and then back to Eren, a small glimmer of pride in them.

Farlan, ever the supportive friend, was next. He clapped Eren on the back with a hearty laugh and pulled him into a quick hug. His light blue eyes were bright with joy. „You did it, man. You really did it.“

Eren grinned, feeling the weight of their support, and his chest swelled with pride. The love from his friends was overwhelming. He was surrounded by people who genuinely cared about him, and it made this moment even sweeter.

Isabel was already back to being the center of attention, now holding up the champagne glasses she had distributed. The bubbly liquid glinted in the glasses, the fizz tickling the air as she raised hers high.

„Alright, let’s toast!“ she called out, her voice drawing everyone’s attention. „To Eren, the newest certified motorcycle mechanic! You’ve earned it, and we’re all proud of you.“ Her grin was playful, but her words carried a genuine sincerity.

Eren’s heart skipped a beat at her toast. He wasn’t sure what was more touching—the fact that he’d made it this far, or the fact that he had such a supportive group of people around him. He raised his glass in acknowledgment, meeting their eyes.

Levi eyed his glass with a slight frown, his lips quirking into an almost imperceptible pout. He wasn’t one for fancy drinks—certainly not champagne. The effervescent bubbles seemed out of place for someone who would rather be sipping on whiskey or rum. He didn’t complain, but the displeasure was written on his face.

With a small, exaggerated sigh, he took the glass in hand, rolling his eyes slightly. „Why can’t we celebrate with something proper?“ he muttered under his breath, making Eren laugh. Levi’s love for the stronger stuff was no secret.

Still, Levi’s voice softened as he raised his glass. „To Eren,“ he said, his gaze locking onto him with quiet, intense pride. „You fucking did it. The bikes are waiting. I’m proud of you. Cheers.“

The glasses clinked together with a satisfying sound, and in that moment, Eren felt on top of the world. His friends, Levi’s unwavering support, and the future he’d worked so hard for all converged into this perfect, sparkling moment.

Levi leaned in slightly, his grey eyes locking onto Eren’s with a smoldering intensity. „Tonight,“ he said, his voice low and sure, „we’ll celebrate properly.“ His gaze dropped to Eren’s lips for a moment before meeting his eyes again, an unmistakable glint of mischief and promise in his expression.

Eren’s lips turned into a smug grin, a flash of excitement in his eyes. He bit his lower lip as he leaned in closer, slipping his hand around Levi’s waist. He lowered his voice, letting it grow rough and flirtatious, clearly teasing now as his thoughts wandered off to more intimate places.

„A proper celebration?“ he murmured, his breath warm against Levi’s ear as he pressed a kiss to his neck, feeling the pulse of Levi’s heartbeat under his lips. „I’m all ears. What do you have in mind? A celebration, just the two of us?“

Levi gave him a knowing smirk, his gaze heavy with the promise of whatever was to come between them later. But before they could get lost in the moment, Isabel interrupted with a playful smack to Eren’s arm, pulling them both back to reality.

„You and Levi can have your celebration later,“ Isabel chimed in with a teasing grin, her voice full of playful authority. „But tonight, we’re having a party at *The Underground*!“

Her words hit like a jolt, snapping them out of their private bubble. Eren shot her an exaggerated look of mock annoyance, though it was clear he was still buzzing from the earlier moment with Levi.

„You’re ruining the mood, Isabel,“ he quipped, though a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

Isabel huffed, rolling her eyes. „You’re always in the mood when Levi’s around,“ she teased, making Eren chuckle.

Levi smirked, a mix of amusement and resignation on his face. „Don’t look at me,“ he said, raising his glass in a mock toast. „Blame her.“

He glanced back at Eren, his tone lowering slightly. „Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to reward you later. But we’ve got something planned for you at the bar.“

Eren chuckled. The thought of celebrating with his friends—and at *The Underground*, a place that held so many memories—was enough to lift his spirits once more. With a grin, he nodded.

„Alright, alright. The Underground it is. But later, you’re mine,“ he said, his eyes glinting with promise as he turned back to Isabel.

Isabel laughed, her pink hair flashing as she threw her arms up in the air. „You two lovebirds are so cute,“ she teased, her playful tone contagious.

Farlan, who had been quietly observing, clapped his hands together with a grin. „Alright, enough talk! Drink up, we’ve got work waiting,“ he said, signaling the start of their next tattoo appointments. The small moment of private celebration was coming to an end.

But despite the promise of a party later, Eren couldn’t help but feel that little fire between him and Levi, that promise for more. *The Underground* promised fun, but tonight, their private celebration was something entirely different—and something to look forward to in ist own way.

Eren smirked, reaching out to grab Levi by the waist and pulling him in, their bodies pressing together. „Alright,“ he murmured, his voice still tinged with that playful edge. „I’m gonna head home, relax a little before tonight.“

His fingers traced absent circles against the fabric of Levi’s shirt before tilting his head slightly. „You coming home first, or are we meeting at the bar?“

Levi glanced up at him, his expression unreadable for a moment before he huffed. „I’ve got a few more appointments. Gotta finish up with clients first.“ His hands slid down over Eren’s hips, giving his ass a light squeeze. „I’ll pick you up after work.“

Eren’s lips curled into a satisfied grin. „Yeah? Don’t take too long.“ His voice dropped slightly, a teasing lilt hidden beneath the words.

Levi scoffed, but the flicker in his eyes said he wasn’t unaffected. „Tch. Go before you start something we don’t have time to finish.“

Eren laughed as he backed toward the door. „Fine, fine. See you later,“ He shot Levi one last teasing grin before stepping out of *No Regrets*, already counting down the hours until their real celebration.

_

Eren practically bounced out of No Regrets, his mind buzzing with excitement. His exams were behind him, and the night ahead promised nothing but good vibes. He practically sprinted down the sidewalk, eager to get home and relax before Levi picked him up.

As he turned the corner, he suddenly bumped into someone.

„Shit!“ Eren cursed, stumbling back slightly. He quickly held up his hands in an apologetic gesture. „Sorry, man.“

The stranger barely reacted, his face almost expressionless. Eren took a brief glance at him, his brows furrowing. The man was unremarkable—just a middle-aged guy dressed in a grey jacket and jeans, his posture slouched as if he rarely left the house. His glasses were too big for his face, giving him an almost nerdy look, and his haircut was as forgettable as his clothing.

But something about him seemed familiar. Eren blinked, still processing the collision.

Wait… isn’t that the guy from earlier?

His heart skipped for a moment. The man had the same odd glasses, the same forgettable vibe, but something about him clicked. Eren wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d seen him at the traffic light earlier.

Shit, what’s with today? Eren thought, rubbing the back of his neck in frustration. First the guy at the light…

He shook it off, dismissing the thought as just coincidence. People were everywhere. The guy didn’t stand out enough to make much of it.

„Sorry about that,“ Eren muttered again, but the man had already started walking away, his expression blank and uninterested.

Eren stood for a second longer, still feeling a vague unease but quickly pushed the thought aside. Tonight was about celebrating, and he wasn’t going to let some strange encounter distract him. With a shake of his head, he moved forward, heading home, the buzz of excitement about the evening slowly taking over once more.

_

At home, Eren moved through their shared apartment, rolling his shoulders as he kicked off his boots. The place was getting a bit cramped—not that he minded. It felt lived-in, comfortable, even if it had turned into a chaotic mix of both their lives.

In the corner of the living room, his heavy punching bag hung from the ceiling, a permanent fixture ever since he’d decided he needed one at home. His PlayStation sat in a mess of cables on the floor in front of the TV, and the small closet by the front door was stuffed with some of his mechanic tools—the ones he couldn’t keep at Mike’s bike shop.

Levi never really complained about the clutter, but Eren had caught him looking at bigger places more than once. He never said anything—at least, not unless things got dirty and out of hand. Clutter? Levi could tolerate it. Dust, grime, or anything remotely unhygienic? That’s when Eren would hear about it. Levi had a sharp tongue and even sharper eyes when it came to messes, and Eren had learned that the hard way.

But Levi had let his eyes flick over apartment listings on his phone when he thought Eren wasn’t paying attention. And Eren had noticed.

Still, Levi hadn’t brought it up officially. Not since the one time they’d casually talked about it a year and a half ago—when Eren had made his stance clear. He wasn’t moving anywhere unless he could afford his own damn share after graduation. No handouts, no Levi covering for him. That had been non-negotiable.

So, until now, Levi had kept quiet. And Eren pretended not to notice the occasional flicker of consideration in those steel-grey eyes whenever their place felt a little too tight for both of them.

Maybe soon, Eren could bring it up again. He wasn’t against moving—hell, a bigger place wouldn’t be the worst idea—but he just didn’t want Levi to pay for everything. They were a team, damn it. He wanted to pull his own weight, just like always.

With that thought lingering in his mind, Eren crossed the bedroom, his gaze flicking to the pictures Levi had put up on the wall. The warmth spread in his chest —they were his photos, after all. They weren’t just moments captured on film; they were moments Levi had chosen to display, and Eren knew exactly why.

One of the pictures was from a night at the bar—a raw, intimate moment when Eren had been enjoying the night with his friends. Shirtless, he was pouring whiskey down over his muscular torso, sitting suggestively on the table in front of Levi, flashing a grin full of mischievous energy. Eren could remember the look on Levi’s face when it had been taken—eyes locked on him, dark and hungry, not just with lust but with something deeper. Eren knew the way Levi looked at him. He knew that Levi found the sight of him like this—bold, uninhibited, full of life—utterly sexy and hot.

Then there were the shots from *The Rolling Thunder* biker magazine feature. One of the photos was simple—Eren leaning against a motorcycle, his smirk a challenge to the camera, exuding that cocky, teasing vibe that Levi loved.

But the other… that one was more than just a photo. It was a work of art. Eren, back to the camera, only wearing tight jeans and boots, standing before a brick wall. The words ‚FREEDOM – No Regrets‘ were spray-painted boldly in black, while Eren’s muscles and toned back were on full display. He’d been glancing over his shoulder with a look of challange, like he was daring Levi to do something. Eren knew the effect it had on his boyfriend.

Levi had hung those photos because they weren’t just pictures. They were an invitation—an invitation for Levi to see him in his most confident and seductive form. Eren was fully aware that the sight of him in those photos, his body exposed, captured at his most alluring, turned Levi on in ways nothing else could. And the fact that Levi had chosen to display them in their bedroom, right where they both could see them, spoke volumes.

Eren’s lips curled into a knowing smile. He had no doubt Levi loved the photos. He’d told him more than once how he found them—and him—entirely irresistible. There was something about Eren in those shots that ignited a fire in Levi that only grew stronger each time he looked at him.

Another picture had joined them. Levi had taken it himself, and the outcome was perfect. Eren’s tanned skin was still warm and glistening with sweat, the aftermath of their intense lovemaking. Levi had lit a joint, the thin roll of paper nestled between Eren’s lips. His hair was messy, tied up in a loose bun, strands falling out. His head was tilted back, eyes closed, utterly at ease, but the satisfaction—the deep, raw afterglow—was undeniable. It radiated from him, his entire body still humming with pleasure.

Smoke curled lazily around him in the air, catching the light of the sinking summer sun that streamed through the window. The golden hue bathed everything in an almost surreal, haunting glow, making the image feel timeless. The picture was cropped just right—only Eren’s head, the stretch of his throat, and his bare chest were visible. His nipple piercings glinted in the light, subtle but striking.

Levi had called it erotic—a sight worth remembering. That day was burned into Eren’s memory. The way they had fucked and smoked, - then kissed and fucked again. A summer evening where nothing had existed except for Levi’s hands on his skin, the taste of smoke on their tongues, and the quiet, consuming need between them.

With a deep breath, Eren turned away, his mind turning to the shower he was about to take. He felt the familiar pulse of excitement for the evening ahead, and with a slight chuckle, he made his way toward the bathroom. The cool water would calm him, but that warmth—the one that came from knowing Levi’s eyes were always on him—would stay, a constant heat in his chest.

He stripped off his shirt as he walked, his belt clinking as he undid it, and the sound echoed in the quiet apartment.

_

As evening rolled around, Eren’s phone buzzed with a message from Levi.

Levi:
*Be there in 15. We’re driving straight to the bar.*

Eren smiled at the message. He’d been looking forward to this moment for weeks—finally celebrating his graduation. His friends would be there too, just like they had been for each of their big milestones. Jean, for example, had graduated with a degree in computer science last year. Now, he worked in an office, handling tech and software development. It wasn’t a flashy career, but Jean was good at what he did. He was steadily climbing the ranks at the company, carving out a comfortable future.

Then there was Armin, who had graduated with summa cum laude honors and was now working at one of the most prestigious law firms in the city—Erwin Smith’s law firm. Armin had quickly made a name for himself there, his sharp mind and dedication helping him rise through the ranks. He had become known for his ability to handle complex cases, and his future in the legal world was looking incredibly bright. Eren was proud of him, though it still amazed him to see how far Armin had come. From their quiet days as kids to watching him now, taking on the world with such confidence and intelligence.

Tonight, though, it was about Eren. About his hard work, the late nights at the bike shop, and the passion he’d poured into his studies and everything else. It was his moment, and he couldn’t wait to see his friends and celebrate.

Eren looked at himself in the mirror one last time. His turquoise-green eyes were bright with excitement, reflecting the anticipation of the evening. His hair was styled in his usual messy bun, with a few loose strands framing his face in a way that highlighted his strong jawline. The tight-fitting long-sleeve shirt he’d chosen clung to his muscular build, nothing too flashy, but it accentuated his physique. His rugged jeans and boots completed the look—a casual, yet undeniably confident style.

As he grabbed his jacket and moved to the door, he heard Levi’s car pull up outside. Eren felt the familiar rush of excitement in his chest, a smile tugging at his lips as he anticipated the fun ahead.

When Eren reached the street, he spotted Levi leaning casually against his car. The sight of him sent a thrill through Eren, as Levi looked effortlessly cool. His hands were shoved deep in his pockets, his posture relaxed but confident, the kind of self-assuredness Eren always found intoxicating. Levi’s eyes fixed on him as he approached, the corner of his lip twisting into that familiar approval smirk.

Eren’s heart skipped a beat. Something about seeing Levi like this brought back a flood of memories—memories of their first date. He remembered the way Levi had leaned against his car just like this when he’d picked him up, how his eyes had looked at him with that same smoldering intensity. The way they’d driven together to a rave, the excitement of being out with Levi in the midst of all the music, lights, and people. It had felt like the beginning of something new, something thrilling. That same feeling stirred in Eren now, as if time hadn’t passed and nothing had changed.

Eren walked toward Levi, closing the gap between them with every step. When he was close enough, he pulled Levi to his hip, feeling the warmth of his body. Levi raised an eyebrow at Eren’s enthusiasm, the smirk never leaving his face, but there was a flicker of something deeper in his eyes—affection, love. A quiet pride.

Without hesitation, Eren pressed his lips to Levi’s, the kiss quick but full of meaning. It was a kiss that spoke of everything unspoken between them—of memories, of love, of anticipation for the night ahead.

Levi’s hands moved, one brushing against Eren’s side before pulling him in just a bit closer, deepening the kiss for a moment. Eren could taste the familiar taste of Levi on his lips—the faint hint of coffee, the soft tang of something distinctly Levi.

„Ready, Eren?“ Levi’s voice came, teasing, but there was warmth beneath it.

Eren grinned, his heart still racing from the kiss, the promise of the evening ahead. „Always.“

And with that, the night began.

_

The drive was smooth, the familiar hum of Levi’s car filling the comfortable silence between them. As they pulled into the parking lot outside The Underground, Eren glanced around. The place was already coming to life, the lot filling with an eclectic mix of cars, bikes, and trucks—the usual crowd for a biker bar like this. It was gritty, rough around the edges, but it had a soul.

Levi parked with ease, shutting off the engine, and without a word, they stepped out. Eren fell into step behind him as they entered, the heavy door creaking slightly as it swung open. The moment they stepped inside, Eren was hit with the familiar atmosphere—rugged and unpolished, yet oddly comforting. The worn-down wooden floor creaked under their boots, scuffed from years of restless energy. The faded posters peeling on the walls told their own stories of old bands and wilder nights. The air was thick with the scent of leather, smoke, and whiskey, all blending together into something unmistakably The Underground.

For Eren, this place had become a second home. For Levi, it had always been one. He had grown up here, knew the rhythm of this place like the back of his hand, and blended into the scene effortlessly.

The first time Eren had seen Levi was right here, in the middle of a bar fight. Call him crazy, but from that moment on, he hadn’t been able to get Levi out of his head. Call him obsessed—hell, maybe he was.

As they moved through the dimly lit, smoky room, Eren’s sharp gaze flicked around. No sign of Levi’s rough uncle Kenny tonight, though that wasn’t surprising. The man was unpredictable at best. Instead, Eren spotted their friends already gathered at a table along the side of the bar.

Armin, with his neat, well-groomed haircut and borderline nerdy clothes, looked comically out of place in the rowdy setting, but his presence was unmistakable. He waved them over, his big blue eyes filled with excitement for Eren, a proud smile on his face.

Beside him sat Isabel and Farlan, clearly having come straight from work. Isabel, as lively as ever, leaned back in her chair with a drink in hand, her pink hair vibrant under the dim bar lights. Farlan, composed but always up for a good time, gave them an easygoing grin.

Eren barely had time to brace himself before Armin was pulling him into a hug, the warmth of familiarity and years of friendship settling over him like a second skin.

„I heard you did well,” Armin said, his voice full of pride. He pulled back, his blue eyes practically shining. „Congratulations, Eren.”

Eren laughed, his chest swelling with that same pride. „Yeah, I did,” he said, grinning. He wasn’t the type to gloat, but damn, it felt good to know he’d made it. After all the work —he did it.

Levi had already claimed a spot at the table, his usual presence solid and grounding, and Eren sat down beside him without hesitation. As he did, his gaze flicked around the bar, scanning for familiar faces. „Where are Jean and Marco?” he asked, stretching out his long legs under the table.

Armin gave a small shake of his head, sipping his drink. „You know them…” he said knowingly. „But I’m sure they’re on their way.”

Eren scoffed, smirking. „I swear, ever since you moved out of the apartment, they’re always late.”

Armin rolled his eyes with a knowing chuckle, but before he could reply, a familiar loud voice cut through the bar.

„Who is always late, huh?”

Jean’s voice carried with that typical cocky drawl, and before Eren could turn around, he felt a strong arm slinging around his shoulders. Jean pulled him into a side hug, the weight of his presence easy and familiar, before clapping him firmly on the back.

„That’s only because Marco and I had amazing gay sex,” Jean teased, his tone downright smug.

Eren scoffed, laughing as he shoved Jean off him. „You wish anyone cared about your sex life, Kirstein ,” he shot back, the playful insult rolling off his tongue.

Jean just smirked, unbothered. „Oh, I know you care, since you never shut up about yours.” He wiggled his brows. „I’m just leveling the playing field, man.”

Eren rolled his eyes, but his grin never faded. Marco appeared at Jean’s side, shaking his head fondly at his boyfriend’s antics.

„Jean,” Marco sighed, though there was amusement in his voice. „I think Eren’s heard enough.”

Jean just laughed with his typical neighing sound, nudging Marco’s side. „Nah, he loves it.“

Eren huffed a laugh, shaking his head as he leaned back against the seat, Levi beside him. He took a sip of his drink before smirking at Jean.

„I bet your gay sex isn’t as amazing as mine and Levi’s gay sex,“ Eren teased, wiggling his eyebrows. „I swear, have you ever tried riding Marco while—”

„Eren!“ Armin groaned, cutting him off before he could finish whatever explicit scenario he was about to share. He ran a hand down his face, already regretting being here for this conversation.

Jean scoffed, leaning forward with a cocky grin. „While what, huh? You gonna give me pointers now?“

Marco chuckled beside him, shaking his head but clearly entertained. „I’m scared to ask, but go on, Eren. What enlightening experience are we apparently missing out on?“

Levi, who had been silent so far, sighed and took a sip of his drink. „Tch. Don’t encourage him, Marco. He’ll actually tell you.“

Eren grinned wider, eyes glinting mischievously. He turned fully toward Jean, about to go into full detail, when Levi casually reached over and placed a firm hand on Eren’s thigh. The subtle pressure was enough to make Eren pause, his mouth still open mid-sentence.

Levi gave him a knowing look, raising an eyebrow. „Behave.“

Eren clicked his tongue but smirked. „Fine, fine. But if you ever wanna spice things up, Jean, you know where to find me.“ He winked dramatically.

Jean groaned, grabbing his drink. „I hate you.“

Marco just laughed, nudging Jean. „Admit it, you love him.“

Jean grumbled something under his breath while the rest of the table chuckled. The night was just getting started.

The party wasn’t as big as Eren’s birthday party had been—Connie and Sasha hadn’t made it today. Sasha was working at a restaurant now, always busy with late-night shifts, and Connie had other things going on. Eren didn’t see him as often these days, though they still kept in touch.

Mike and his crew—Eld and Gunther—from the workshop had mentioned they might swing by later, but for now, it was just their usual group. Levi’s friends, Erwin and Hange, weren’t regulars at *The Underground* either. Hange sometimes dropped in when she was in the mood for a drink and some chaos, but Erwin? Not a chance. He had an image to maintain.

Having ties to the underground life was one thing. Flaunting them was another. Erwin kept his nice-guy, high-end lawyer façade intact, and a place like this didn’t exactly fit into that picture.

Levi’s fingers tapped a slow, rhythmic beat against the table, the black-painted nails clicking softly on the wood as his eyes flickered around the bar. The chatter around him grew louder, the mood increasingly lively. He stood up, glancing over his shoulder to Eren, his eyes filled with an unspoken message of „I’m getting the drinks.”

„Time to get a drink,“ Levi said, his voice low but firm. He was ready to grab a bottle of rum and get beers for the table. As he walked over to the bar, the dim lighting and smoky air swirled around him, the scent of aged leather and old wood mixing with the scent of liquor.

As he approached the bar, Kenny came out of the backroom, his hulking frame unmistakable as he leaned in toward a middle-aged woman with striking Asian features. The conversation between them was quiet but intense, almost like a game of cat and mouse. She was poised, a polite smile on her lips, but there was a coolness to her that Levi couldn’t miss.

Kenny, on the other hand, had that unmistakable rough charm he carried, his usual swagger in full force. He was talking, joking, but Levi could tell there was an undercurrent of tension in his posture—Kenny was sizing her up, and something in his demeanor gave away that he wasn’t sure how to handle the situation.

Levi narrowed his eyes. Kenny wasn’t one to be easily rattled, but something about the way he was acting made Levi uneasy. As the woman excused herself and walked away, Kenny casually waved her off, his relaxed demeanor returning. Levi continued to observe, his eyes following her retreating form before shifting to his uncle.

He walked over, leaning against the bar and giving Kenny a quick once-over. His gaze was calculating, his lips curling into the faintest smirk as he took in the situation.

„What’s with the look, Uncle?” Levi asked, his voice cool but tinged with curiosity.

Kenny grunted in response, pulling his cowboy-style hat to the side as he scratched at his thinning brown hair. The grey streaks in his hair were more visible now—evidence of his advancing years. He slid the hat back into place, his weathered features not betraying much, though his eyes still held the same sharpness they always had.

„Wha’cha lookin’ at me like that for, boy?” Kenny grumbled, his thick accent rolling through the words. He raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing Levi’s expression, clearly sensing the undercurrent of tension that had shifted in the air.

Levi snorted, his face unchanging. „Not your new hook-up, I take it?” he asked casually, leaning back against the bar, his posture relaxed even though his mind was already calculating.

Kenny let out a rough huff of laughter, dismissing the idea with a shake of his head. „Never,” he replied bluntly, his voice low and gravelly. „That bitch would slice my throat mid-fuck,” he added with a chuckle, a dark humor in his voice. It was clear that Kenny wasn’t one to deal with people lightly, and certainly not someone like that woman.

„That’s Kiyomi Azumabito,” Kenny said after a beat, his voice turning a little more serious. „Remember her? I’ve been doin‘ business with her for a while now. Guns from Hiruzu are nice toys,” he added with a slow chuckle, clearly taking pride in the deals he’d made.

Levi listened, his eyes flicking between his uncle and the table where Eren sat. „Business, huh?” he muttered, his tone neutral but still wary.

Kenny shot him a look, catching the wariness in Levi’s gaze. „Enough, alright,” he said, waving his hand as though brushing off any further questions. „You always tell me to keep your ass outta business, right?” He looked over at the table where Eren was talking and laughing with their friends. „Ya here with your boy, huh? Little party, what’ya need?”

Levi gave a small nod, his face still impassive. He wasn’t about to dig deeper into his uncle’s dealings right now—not with Eren and the others waiting for him. „A bottle of rum and some beers,” he said simply, the conversation with Kenny having taken an interesting turn, but not one that was relevant right now.

Kenny didn’t press him further, instead giving Levi a knowing look before heading over to the bar. Levi stayed where he was, eyes narrowing as he watched Kenny’s retreating back, the unease in his stomach growing just a little bit. But for now, the night was still young, and there was more to enjoy.

Levi leaned casually against the bar, eyeing the top shelf where the higher-priced bottles like Diplomático Reserva Exclusiva, Ron Zacapa 23, and Appleton Estate 21-Year rested. „Hand me a bottle of The Demon’s Share,” he said, his voice cool and matter-of-fact, the hint of a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

Kenny grabbed one of the cheaper rum bottles without looking up, his rough hands moving like they knew the drill. „Really?“ he grunted, raising an eyebrow. „This place isn’t exactly a fancy cocktail joint, you know.“

Levi snorted, clearly unimpressed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled $100 bill, tossing it onto the counter with a flick of his wrist. The bill landed with a soft slap, enough to make Kenny pause.

Levi’s expression stayed neutral, his eyes locked on Kenny’s with a calm intensity. „I’m sure,“ he said, his tone implying there wasn’t really a choice in the matter.

Kenny looked at the bill, then back at Levi. He huffed out a short laugh, clearly recognizing the unspoken challenge. „Alright, alright,“ he muttered, finally grabbing the coveted bottle of The Devil’s Share rum and sliding it across the bar to Levi.

Levi took it without missing a beat, nodding once in silent thanks. As he pocketed the hundred, Kenny added with a crooked grin, „Enjoy it.“

Then, with a little chuckle, Kenny pushed a bottle of Coca-Cola across the counter toward Levi. „It’s a crime you always mix the good rum,“ he grumbled, a teasing edge to his voice. „But you’re a grown man, do what you want.“

Levi glanced at the bottle of Coke, then back at Kenny, his lips twitching into a brief smile. He didn’t bother responding, just grabbed the bottle, cradling it in his hand as he made his way back to the table, the rum securely tucked under his arm.

Levi slid into the seat beside Eren, placing a swift kiss on Eren’s lips before cracking open the bottle of rum with a practiced twist. He poured generously into their glasses, making sure to fill up Eren’s, his own, and a few others on the table, then added just a splash of Coke to each. The fizzy bubbles rose as the dark rum swirled with the soda, a familiar, comforting sight.

Eren leaned back, taking in the scene with a contented sigh. The dim light of the bar, the sound of laughter and music, and the warmth from Levi sitting so close made the moment feel perfect. As Levi handed him a glass, their fingers brushed briefly, and Eren couldn’t help but smile. It was these little moments that made the night so special—simple, yet full of meaning.

They raised their glasses, a simple but meaningful toast to Eren. The clink of glass against glass was almost lost beneath the hum of the bar, but the warmth of the moment was unmistakable.

„To Eren,” Armin said with a smile, his blue eyes gleaming with pride.

„To finally being a responsible adult,” Jean added with a teasing smirk, earning an eye roll from Eren.

They all took a sip, the smooth burn of rum mixing perfectly with the crisp sweetness of Coke. Conversation flowed easily, laughter weaving through the night.

Eren found himself in an easy discussion with Marco and Jean, talking about work, the future, and whatever dumb thing Jean had done recently. But even as he talked, his focus drifted—just enough. He leaned subtly toward Levi, glass still in hand, and without missing a beat, clicked it softly against Levi’s again.

When Levi met his eyes, Eren’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk. His turquoise-green gaze dragged over Levi’s sharp features, deliberate and teasing, thick with heat as he leaned in, voice dropping low enough for only Levi to hear.

„Maybe it’s just the rum, but I already want to drag you out of here.”

Levi didn’t react right away—at least, not outwardly. He took a slow sip from his glass, his lips wrapping around the rim with infuriating control, letting the weight of Eren’s words settle between them like a challenge. Then, without looking directly at him, he muttered back, voice smooth, edged with quiet amusement.

„Tch. You can’t handle sitting still for a few hours?”

But Eren felt it—the way Levi’s fingers barely ghosted along his thigh under the table, a featherlight touch that sent heat rushing straight to his crotch. Subtle. Intoxicating. A promise.

In that moment, a heavy hand clapped down on Eren’s shoulder, breaking the tension between him and Levi.

„Oi, what’s goin’ on here, ya already eyefuckin’ again?” Kenny drawled, his thick accent laced with amusement as he shot Levi a knowing smirk.

Eren barely had a second to react before Kenny gave him a solid slap on the back—hard enough to make him jolt forward slightly. „Brat, I heard ya killed yer exams.” Another hearty clap landed between his shoulder blades, the force unexpected from a man Kenny’s age. „Guess that means ya can finally fix up my Iron Horse Chopper, huh?”

Eren huffed a laugh, rolling his shoulders to shake off the impact. „Didn’t know your rusty ass bike was still running,” he teased, smirking as he met Kenny’s sharp gaze.

Kenny snorted, pulling his hat back slightly as he leaned against the table. „Barely,” he admitted with a chuckle. „But that’s what I keep you ‘round for, ain’t it?”

Eren chuckled, shaking his head. „Oh, you keep me around? That’s news to me.” His smirk widened as he leaned back against his chair, stretching his arms over the backrest. „But yeah, I can take a look at your bike. Not making any promises, though—if it’s as ancient as you, I might have to put it out of ist misery.”

Kenny let out a rough, barked laugh, tipping his hat back with a flick of his finger. „Tch, listen to this little shit,” he grumbled, though the amused glint in his eyes said he was more entertained than offended. „Try it, brat, and I’ll have ya scrapin’ grease off the shop floor for the next year.”

Eren just grinned, taking a sip of his drink before glancing at Levi. „What do you think, babe? Should I help out an old man with his midlife crisis machine?”

Levi snorted, lifting his glass without missing a beat. „Dunno. Might be a lost cause,” he murmured, his smirk just barely visible over the rim of his drink. „But if anyone can make somethin’ decent out of that pile of junk, it’s you.”

Kenny scoffed but didn’t argue. „Damn right. Ain’t no one better.” He knocked back his whiskey, setting the glass down with a dull thud against the table before standing up. „Alright, enough talkin’. If you’re serious, swing by when you’re free.”

Eren nodded, still grinning. „Yeah, yeah. I’ll see what I can do.”

Kenny gave one last sharp nod, then turned away, disappearing back toward the bar, leaving Eren shaking his head in amusement.

After Kenny walked off, Eren turned his attention back to the table, feeling a pleasant buzz from the rum and the lingering heat of conversation. His friends were still chatting, their laughter blending with the deep hum of rock music playing from the jukebox. The bar had filled up even more, the low murmur of voices mixing with the clinking of glasses and the occasional scrape of chairs against the worn wooden floor. The Underground was alive, pulsing with energy, and Eren felt himself sinking into the atmosphere like it was a second skin.

He leaned back in his seat, his fingers curling loosely around his glass, and let his gaze drift to Levi. The dim lighting cast sharp shadows over his features, accentuating the curve of his jaw, the steady confidence in his posture. Levi’s expression remained unreadable, cool as ever, but there was a flicker of amusement in his storm-grey eyes, subtle yet unmistakable.

Eren smirked, lifting his drink and taking a slow sip, letting the warmth of the rum settle on his tongue. Oh, how he wished he could mix it with Levi’s personal flavor right now—have that intoxicating blend of rum, smoke, and him lingering in his mouth. The thought alone sent a slow, burning heat down his spine, his mind flashing to the way Levi tasted when Eren had him under his tongue, letting it slide over Levi’s length; how he’d lick his lips afterward, savoring every last trace—

Eren bit his lip sharply and forced himself to focus.

Now was not the time.

Jean, caught up in one of his usual dramatic retellings, was mid-story about some ridiculous thing that had happened at work. Marco laughed, shaking his head at whatever exaggerated detail Jean had thrown in, and even Armin, despite his polished professionalism these days, had that amused glint in his eyes. Eren chuckled along with them, feeling lighter than he had in weeks. Tonight wasn’t just about celebrating his success—it was about enjoying the present, with the people who mattered most, with Levi by his side.

Eventually, Levi looked at him and raised an eyebrow. „You keep staring at me?“

Eren’s lips curled into a slow, teasing smile. „Maybe. Can’t help it. You’re just that captivating.”

Levi scoffed, smirking back as he took a lazy sip of his drink. His eyes flickered with something sharp, playful, dangerous. „You’re always such a tease. Sure you wanna keep that up tonight?”

Eren opened his mouth to fire back, but before he could, the heavy thud of pizza boxes landing on the table caught his attention. The mouthwatering scent of cheese, garlic, and warm bread filled the air, cutting through the usual mix of the bar’s scents.

„Hey, guys.”

Mike, Gunther, and Eld had arrived, each of them grinning as they pulled up chairs.

„Congrats, Eren.” Mike clapped Eren on the back, his voice a deep, rumbling drawl. „You did damn good.”

Gunther nodded, leaning back in his seat. „We’re lucky to have you at the shop. You’ve been killing it.”

Eld smirked. „Not bad for a rookie.”

Eren grinned, the warmth in their words settling deep in his chest. He had always loved working at the shop, but hearing the respect in their voices—genuine, not just casual praise—made him feel something close to pride.

As the boxes were opened, revealing an assortment of pizzas—pepperoni, meat lovers, and one stacked with extra cheese—Eren felt the hunger hit him hard. Kenny’s bar didn’t serve food, not unless you counted the questionable peanuts left sitting out for God-knows-how-long. But this? Fresh, hot, greasy pizza? This was heaven.

Without hesitation, he grabbed a slice, the melted cheese stretching as he pulled it free. Around the table, everyone was doing the same, digging in without ceremony. Even Levi took a piece, though he did so with his usual precise, unhurried movements.

The conversation flowed as easily as the drinks, laughter mixing with the sounds of rock music and the occasional crash of a cue ball from the pool table across the room.

Eren leaned back, taking another bite of his pizza before turning to Armin. „So, how’s work going? Still surviving under the great Erwin Smith?”

Armin swallowed his bite of food and nodded. „I really like working under Erwin. He’s an incredible mentor, and I’ve learned a lot. But it can be hard… really challenging.” He sighed, running a hand through his neatly styled blond hair. „We often have to stay late, and since I work so closely with him, it’s even more intense.”

Eren smirked instantly, catching the unintentional double meaning. He leaned in, his grin teasing and far too obvious. „Oh, I bet.”

Armin blinked, his big blue eyes widening in realization before his face turned a shade too close to the tomato sauce on his pizza. „Eren!” He shot him a scandalized look before straightening his posture. „Erwin is always a gentleman.”

Levi, who had been chewing his food with mild disinterest, huffed out a laugh. He took a sip of his drink before muttering, „Sure. A real fucking gentleman. I can imagine.” His tone was dry, unimpressed, but the small twitch of amusement at the corner of his mouth gave him away.

Jean, who had been half-listening while reaching for another slice, snorted. „Man, you’re never gonna live that one down, Armin.”

Armin groaned, shaking his head as Marco patted his shoulder in mock sympathy. „Just ignore them,” Marco offered with a small chuckle.

The table erupted into lighthearted laughter, the teasing continuing as the drinks flowed and the night stretched on.

Mike reached for another slice of cheesy pizza, his sharp eyes flicking toward Levi as he leaned in slightly. „Topic change,” he said casually, chewing as he spoke. „Now that Eren’s got his exams in his pocket and all that stress is behind him, is the trip happening?” His question was directed at Levi.

Levi immediately narrowed his eyes, his jaw tightening. The subtle crease in his brow and the sharp glare he shot Mike made it painfully obvious—Mike had just spoiled something Levi had planned to keep under wraps.

Eren, who had been halfway through lifting his drink, blinked, looking between Mike and Levi. „What trip?” His voice was laced with curiosity, a flicker of excitement in his expression.

Levi exhaled sharply, pressing his lips together in irritation. „Great, asshole,” he muttered, shooting Mike another glare, his fingers tapping against his glass as if physically restraining himself from smacking the man upside the head.

Mike rubbed the back of his neck, looking slightly guilty but not enough to actually regret it. „Shit, my bad. Thought you told him already.”

Eren’s eyes flickered between them again, suspicion growing. He placed his drink down, leaning in slightly. „What trip?” he repeated, firmer this time, too curious to mask his emotions.

Levi sighed, realizing there was no talking his way out of it now. He picked up his glass, taking a slow sip before finally muttering, „Just something I had planned.” His voice was gruff, his usual unreadable expression back in place, but Eren could see the slight tension in his posture—like he wasn’t used to being caught off guard.

Eren smirked, his intrigue only deepening. „Planned, huh? For me?”

Levi side-eyed him, clicking his tongue but not answering right away. „For us.“

Around the table, their friends were now watching with mild amusement and curiousity, Marco and Jean exchanging glances, and Armin hiding his smile behind his drink.

Eren crossed his arms, eyes gleaming with mischief. „Well, now you kinda have to tell me.”

X

Chapter Text

No Regrets 2
Chapter 3 – A Playful Night

Levi locked eyes with Eren, his own expression unreadable, giving nothing away. Instead of answering the question, he countered with one of his own. „How long until your Harley is finished?”

Eren blinked, slightly thrown off by the shift in conversation. „Uh,” he muttered, furrowing his brows as he thought about it. „Not long. You know I have most of the parts—the new exhaust is already on, the custom handlebars came in last week, and I finally got my hands on that leather seat I wanted. Just need to finish wiring the lights and do a last check on the engine.”

Levi gave a small nod, as if confirming something to himself. „That’s good.”

Eren tilted his head slightly, suspicion creeping into his expression. „Why?” He shifted in his seat, his body language giving away his impatience, and Levi smirked slightly at the sight. Fuck, Eren was cute when he got all restless like that.

„You need the bike for what I had in mind,” Levi said simply, still withholding any real details.

Eren narrowed his eyes at him. „Which is…?”

Levi just took a slow sip of his drink, letting Eren stew in his curiosity. Around the table, the others were watching with mild amusement—Jean and Marco clearly entertained, while Armin, ever perceptive, seemed to already be piecing things together.

Eren suddenly lit up, his big green eyes going wide with excitement as a thought hit him. He beamed at Levi, practically bouncing in his seat.

„Oh! You’re finally gonna fuck me on the Harley?”

The entire table erupted into laughter. Jean nearly choked on his drink, sputtering as Marco patted his back while grinning. Eld let out a dramatic sigh, shaking his head. „Not this again.”

Levi, unfazed, simply snorted. „A trip, not a fuck.”

Eren pouted, nudging Levi’s knee under the table. „You say that like both can’t happen.” His voice was full of teasing mischief, but there was genuine curiosity burning behind his playful grin.

„What,” he pressed again, leaning in slightly, „are you messing with me, or are you actually gonna tell me?”

„Tch. No patience.” Levi took another slow sip of his drink, deliberately dragging out the moment, watching Eren stew. The way his boyfriend got all worked up was almost too easy. „You’ll find out,” Levi said smoothly, finally setting his glass down.

Eren bit his lip, leaning in closer, completely unbothered by the fact that they weren’t alone. His hand slid onto Levi’s upper thigh, fingers pressing firmly near his crotch—a teasing squeeze, deliberate and full of intent. His breath ghosted over Levi’s neck, warm and inviting, before he placed a slow, lingering kiss right where he knew Levi was sensitive.

„Come on,” Eren purred suggestively in his ear, his voice low and dripping with mischief. „Tell me.” His hand traced higher, fingertips dragging over the rough fabric of Levi’s jeans, his nails scratching lightly as he moved with purpose. Then, without hesitation, he let his palm settle between Levi’s legs, applying just enough pressure to test Levi’s control.

Levi huffed a quiet chuckle, shaking his head slightly. He leaned back in his seat, his fingers idly tracing the rim of his glass. „I was planning a road trip,” he finally admitted, casual as ever.

Eren’s eyes widened slightly. „A road trip?”

Levi glanced at him, his expression softening just a fraction. „Yeah. Just me and you. Thought it was time to put some miles on that damn Harley of yours.”

For a second, Eren just stared, processing it. Then, a slow, excited grin spread across his face. A road trip. Him and Levi. Just the two of them, the open road, no responsibilities, no stress. Just Freedom! The idea sent a thrill straight through his chest.

„Holy shit,” he breathed, his excitement slipping into his voice. „You’re serious?”

Levi smirked. „What, don’t think you can keep up?”

Eren laughed, shaking his head. „Oh, you’re gonna regret challenging me.” His eyes gleamed with anticipation, already imagining it—the wind in his hair, the rumble of their bikes, Levi beside him, just the two of them and the road ahead.

„Good,” Levi murmured, lifting his glass in a small toast. „Then hurry up and finish your damn bike.”

Eren grinned from ear to ear. „Oh, believe me, I’ll finish it in no time.“

The excitement surged through him like an unstoppable wave. Without a second thought, he surged forward, grabbing Levi by the collar and pulling him in for a hungry, heated kiss. Their lips crashed together, parting almost instantly as Eren’s tongue flicked against Levi’s—his piercing teasing in a way that sent a jolt of heat straight through his body. Levi tasted like rum and Coke, the familiar mix intoxicating in more ways than one.

A low moan rumbled from Eren’s chest as Levi kissed him back just as fiercely, his grip tightening around Eren’s waist. The strength in Levi’s hands, the rough pull of his fingers digging into Eren’s sides, made his head spin. The rush of everything—the kiss, the promise of the road trip, the thrill of knowing Levi had planned something so perfect—made Eren forget everything else.

The rock music pounded in his ears, matching the wild beat of his own heart. He wanted Levi—right now, right here. The thought of waiting felt unbearable. Heat coiled deep in his gut, his body moving on instinct as he shifted forward, ready to climb into Levi’s lap. The chair scraped loudly against the floor as he moved, but he barely registered it.

„I want you,“ he muttered between kisses, his breath hot against Levi’s lips. His fingers curled into Levi’s shirt, tugging, desperate for more. „Levi—“

Levi’s grip on him tightened, strong and possessive, fingers pressing into his skin like he had every intention of making good on that unspoken promise. Eren’s pulse hammered in anticipation, his mind screaming yes, yes, yes—

But then—

„Shit, Eren, keep it down!“ Jean’s voice cut through the moment like a slap of cold air.

Eren barely registered it, still lost in Levi, until Armin added in exasperation, „Damn, Eren, we are in public!“

Mike groaned, dragging a hand down his face. „Why does it always have to escalate with you two?“

„Shit, guys, take a room,“ Gunther chimed in, shaking his head.

Marco, on the other hand, just grinned, taking a sip from his drink. „Let them have their fun. That’s a damn hot show.“

Across the table, Isabel and Farlan chuckled knowingly—because, really, this was just so typical of them.

Eren, still breathless, blinked. Finally, he caught up to reality—the bar, their friends, and the fact that he was very close to straddling Levi in public and grinding down in his lap.

Levi, for his part, didn’t look even a little embarrassed. He just huffed out a breath, his fingers still resting firmly on Eren’s waist. „Tch. You really have no shame, do you?“

Eren smirked, eyes still dark with want. „Not when it comes to you.“ He stayed in his chair, but he was close—so close that his nose brushed against Levi’s neck, his breath warm against his skin.

„I want you,“ he murmured again, his voice low, thick with need. „Fuck me.“

Levi inhaled sharply, his fingers twitching against Eren’s waist. His stormy gaze flicked over Eren’s face, searching, assessing, battling whatever internal restraint was still keeping him in check. His jaw tightened slightly before he exhaled through his nose.

„Later.“ His voice was firm, but Eren could hear the strain in it—the barely restrained desire beneath that controlled exterior.

„Now,“ Eren echoed, his hand gripping Levi’s thigh, fingers pressing in just enough to make Levi feel how serious he was.

Levi lifted an eyebrow, watching him carefully. Eren was intense—so intense, so passionate—and fuck if that wasn’t one of the things Levi loved most about him. Still, he glanced left and right, licking his lips, as if mentally calculating the risk. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to take Eren apart right here, right now. But—

„Not in this filthy bar,“ he muttered, shaking his head.

Eren’s eyes darkened further, burning with intent. „Then let me blow you,“ he offered instead, unwavering, his fingers creeping higher on Levi’s thigh.
Levi’s breath hitched, just slightly, but Eren caught it. He could feel Levi’s growing arousal pressing against the fabric of his black jeans. The thought sent heat racing through Eren’s veins, made his own pulse thunder.

„You can’t exactly go down under the table…“ Levi hesitated, voice quieter now.

Eren scoffed, tilting his head, his lips brushing dangerously close to Levi’s ear. „I would,“ he admitted, his voice laced with sinful confidence. „But…“ His mind raced with possibilities before settling on one. „How about the storage room?“

Levi immediately shook his head, lips pressing into a thin line. „My days of storage room fucks in this bar are behind me.“

The moment the words left his mouth, he knew it was the wrong thing to say.

Eren’s expression shifted in an instant—his lust-clouded, desperate gaze sharpening into something dark. His brows knit together, jaw tensing as his grip on Levi’s thigh became almost bruising. „You had sex here?“ His voice was lower now, edged with something dangerous. „When? Who was it?“

Levi didn’t flinch, didn’t push Eren’s hand away. Instead, he met his gaze head-on, his cool grey eyes locked onto Eren’s fiery green. „No one important. And it was just a blowjob,“ he said smoothly. „I don’t even remember his name.“

It wasn’t a lie. It was just a fact. And it was years ago.

But that did little to soothe the flare of jealousy burning through Eren. He knew—logically, he knew—it was stupid to react like this. He and Levi hadn’t entered this relationship as innocent virgins. They both had pasts, had slept with other people before they were them. It wasn’t like Eren had been some saint, either.

But here? In this bar? The thought of someone else touching Levi, of having him in a place where Eren was now—it made his blood boil. It wasn’t just about Levi forgetting that guy’s name. He wanted him to forget his face, forget the feeling, forget that there was ever anyone before Eren.

Maybe it was a lost battle. Levi wasn’t exactly reserved about past flings, especially in his teenage years and early twenties. He’d never been shy about taking what he wanted when it came to sex. But Eren could still try. He leaned in even closer, so close their lips nearly touched, his fingers creeping higher, pressing right between Levi’s legs.

„Let me blow you,“ he repeated with quiet intensity. „Now. I’ll make you forget you were ever in that storage room with someone else.“

Levi studied him—the raw need in his voice, the fire in his eyes, the desperation in the way he touched him. It wasn’t just about jealousy. Eren needed to be claimed, to be reminded that he was the only one Levi wanted. That he was Levi’s.

Levi’s fingers flexed against Eren’s waist, his grip tightening just enough to make Eren suck in a breath. He could feel the tension radiating from him, the way his body practically vibrated with impatience, with want.

„You really can’t wait, can you?“ Levi muttered, his voice low, knowing exactly what he was doing.

Eren’s grip on his thigh tightened. „No,“ he admitted without shame, his green eyes burning with intensity. „I need you now. I want to feel you—prove that I’m yours.“

Levi breathed out, steading himself. He knew Eren, knew how fiercely he loved, how hard he felt everything. And right now, Eren needed to feel it physically—to be shown, not just told, that there was no one else, never had been, never would be.

Because, fuck—no one else could ever come close to what Eren was for him. No one else mattered.

Levi leaned in, his lips barely brushing Eren’s ear as he murmured, „Then get up. We’re not doing this here.“

Eren’s breath hitched, his body going taut before he nodded, already standing before Levi had even finished his sentence. Levi smirked slightly as he grabbed his drink and downed the last of it, standing up with a quiet exhale.

„Come on,“ Levi said, his voice leaving no room for argument. „Let’s go.“

Eren didn’t need to be told twice.

Eren barely spared the others a glance as he pushed back from the table, fingers already lacing with Levi’s as he pulled him along. Still, he rumbled out a halfhearted, „We’ll be right back,“ though there was no effort to make it sound convincing. Everyone at the table knew exactly what that meant.

Jean let out a dramatic sigh, rolling his amber eyes as he took a swig of his drink. „I can’t believe it.“

Mike, far less bothered, simply reached for the bottle of rum with a resigned sigh. „What else is new?“

Isabel, grinning like she lived for moments like this, cupped her hands around her mouth and called after them, „Don’t break anything boys!“

Eren didn’t hear the rest. He was already moving, already focused on Levi, on the heat buzzing under his skin, on the way Levi’s grip tightened just slightly as if indulging him. His heart pounded, excitement thrumming through his veins as they slipped past the bar, heading for the door tucked away behind the shelves of liquor.

The storage room was exactly what anyone would expect from a place like Kenny’s bar—dimly lit, cluttered with crates of alcohol stacked along the walls, the air thick with the scent of aged whiskey, stale beer, and the faintest trace of dust. A single flickering lightbulb buzzed overhead, casting long shadows against the concrete floor. It wasn’t exactly the height of luxury, but Levi was here, and that was all that mattered.

Eren barely had the door shut behind them before he turned, pressing Levi back against it, breath heavy, pupils blown wide with hunger. „Now,“ he muttered, voice thick with want, hands already sliding down Levi’s sides, gripping, desperate. „No more waiting.“

Levi wasted no time. His hands gripped Eren’s hips, pulling him close until their bodies pressed together, the heat between them palpable. Eren’s head spun—not just from the lingering effects of alcohol but from the intoxicating closeness of his lover. His pulse pounded against his ribs, his breath coming in short, eager gasps.

Levi’s scent was all around him, a mix of sweat, expensive cologne, and something inherently him—sharp, clean, dominant. Eren shivered as Levi’s fingers dug into his hips, possessive and firm. His own fingers flexed as he reached between them, grasping at Levi’s waistband with shaking hands. He fumbled only for a second before popping the button open and pushing his jeans down, eager to uncover more of the man before him.

Levi’s pants were pooled around his legs and heavy boots, the fabric tangled at his ankles, leaving him only in tight black boxer briefs. The soft, stretchy material clung to his muscular hips and thighs, outlining the heavy bulge pressing against the fabric, a clear testament to his arousal. Eren’s throat went dry as his gaze traveled down, locking onto the way Levi’s erection strained against the material, the outline unmistakably clear, and he couldn’t help but swallow, anticipation coursing through him.

God, Levi was gorgeous.

A broad, muscular chest—defined but lean, his pale skin marked with ink. A tapestry of symbols and words wound across his ribs and arms, scars peeking through the black lines. It wasn’t just his physique that left Eren breathless. It was the way he looked at him—like Eren was something worth devouring, something meant to be his.

That gaze made Eren’s knees weak.

Without thinking, he sank to the floor, the cold concrete biting through his jeans, but he barely felt it. The warmth between them, the thick anticipation in the air, made everything else fade into the background.

Levi’s sharp grey eyes flickered down to him, his expression dark with hunger. One hand reached out, fingers threading through Eren’s chestnut-brown hair, gripping just tight enough to make his scalp tingle. He tilted Eren’s chin up, holding him there for a moment, savoring the sight of him on his knees—waiting, wanting.

„You wanted this. Begged for it.” Levi’s voice was rough, laced with that unmistakable authority that made Eren’s stomach coil tight with need. His fingers curled against Eren’s scalp, nails scratching lightly against his skin. „Now do it.”

A shiver ran down Eren’s spine at the command.

He didn’t hesitate.

His hands slid up Levi’s thighs, fingertips brushing over smooth skin before catching onto the waistband of his boxer briefs. He hooked his thumbs in the fabric, peeling it down, inch by inch, exposing more of the hard, flushed length beneath.

Eren’s breath hitched. His mouth practically watered at the sight.

Levi stood above him, bare and beautiful, his cock heavy and straining, flushed with arousal. A bead of precum gathered at the tip, glistening in the dim light. Eren’s fingers twitched, his own cock throbbing in the confines of his jeans as he reached out, running his fingertips along Levi’s length, tracing the vein that pulsed down the underside.

Levi let out a low groan, his breath stuttering for just a moment before he regained control. His hand slid further into Eren’s hair, gripping tight.

Eren leaned forward, parting his lips, his tongue flicking out in a slow, teasing motion. He licked over the flushed head, tasting him, his moan vibrating through both of them. He loved this—loved how Levi reacted, how his cock twitched under his tongue, how his abs tensed as he fought to maintain his composure.

Holding eye contact, Eren pressed his tongue against the rigid length, dragging it along the heated flesh. His mouth was open, an invitation dripping with anticipation. The sensation of his tongue piercing added a teasing touch, stimulating just right. He wanted Levi deep—wanted to feel the weight of him on his tongue, the pressure in his throat, and wanted to please him.

Levi’s low, appreciative groan sent a rush of satisfaction through Eren.

„Open your pretty mouth for me,” Levi muttered, pushing the thick head of his cock against Eren’s lips, his voice rough with desire.

Eren obeyed, parting his lips wider, taking Levi in slowly, inch by inch, letting the stretch burn sweetly in his jaw. His tongue curled, guiding the thick length deeper, his lips sealing around him in a wet, eager embrace.
It was slow at first—a teasing dance of lips and tongue, sucking and licking, exploring the familiar shape of him. Eren moaned around the intrusion, sending vibrations up Levi’s spine.

Levi let out a deep, guttural sound, his fingers tightening in Eren’s hair as his hips twitched forward, testing his control.

„Fuck, that’s good, baby,” Levi muttered, voice hoarse, rough.

Eren felt a rush of satisfaction at the praise, heat pooling low in his stomach. His own cock throbbed against the constraints of his jeans, aching for friction, but he ignored it, too lost in the intoxicating pleasure of this—of having Levi in his mouth, of knowing he was making him feel this way.

He grew bolder, taking more, his lips sliding lower, his throat flexing as he fought the urge to gag. His hands gripped Levi’s thighs, grounding himself, serving him.

Levi’s breathing was heavier now, his hips moving in slow, controlled thrusts, feeding himself to Eren inch by inch.

„Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Levi gasped, his voice nearly breaking, his muscles tightening. His chest rose and fell with each ragged breath, his pulse pounding beneath his skin. „So fucking perfect—letting me fuck your mouth like this.”

Eren moaned at the praise, his own arousal throbbing painfully. He rocked his hips against nothing, desperate for friction, but he didn’t stop—he couldn’t stop.

His tongue flicked over Levi’s piercing, teasing the sensitive spot near the head. Levi shuddered, his grip tightening almost painfully in Eren’s hair. His movements became rougher, more desperate.

Eren wanted it.

Wanted to be used, wanted to take it.

„Levi,” he gasped, his voice wet and needy as he pulled back for air, his lips swollen and slick with spit and precum. His eyes flickered up, dark with desire. „Levi, come in my mouth. Please.”

He closed his lips back around Levi’s cock, slick with saliva and precum, flushed red and hard. He moaned in pleasure at being filled again. His head bobbed, spit running down his chin, his hand pressing down into his own crotch as his hips rocked forward in need. Down on his knees, Eren loved every second of it—loved that it was him bringing Levi to his high. Inside him, excitement mixed with fierce possessiveness.

Levi was his.
And he was Levi’s.
Only Levi’s.
Forever Levi’s.

Levi groaned, his expression twisting, pleasure mounting. „Fuck. Yeah,” he growled. „Swallow it, baby. Be good for me.”

Levi’s grip on his hair tightened almost painfully, his breaths coming in shallow gasps, his movements uncontrolled as he chased his climax. He fucked freely into Eren’s mouth, cursing and whispering praises under his breath.

Eren felt like he was on fire, his body thrumming with energy he’d only ever experienced with Levi. It wasn’t just about the act itself—it was the power of knowing he could make Levi feel this way, the intimacy of it, the way it made his own blood rush and his chest tighten with excitement.

With a final thrust, Levi tensed, his body trembling. His head fell back as pleasure crashed over him, his voice breaking into a deep moan. His cock pulsed, spilling hot onto Eren’s tongue.

„Eren, oh damn!“

As Levi filled his throat with the warm liquid, Eren’s hand squeezed savagely the bulge in his jeans. Eren moaned as he swallowed, the taste of Levi thick in his mouth, his senses filled with nothing but him. His own climax hit suddenly, violently. His hips jerked, his cock pulsing as he spilled into his jeans, the pressure, the heat, the intensity overwhelming

He kept sucking, his body trembling, breath ragged. Through glossy, half-lidded eyes, he watched Levi’s face twist in the height of his climax. He milked Levi through the aftershocks, his lips and tongue working until Levi shuddered with overstimulation.

Finally, Levi pulled back, his breath uneven, his eyes hazy with satisfaction as he gazed down at Eren—at the mess they had made of each other.

Eren looked up, lips parted, chin wet, cheeks flushed.

Levi exhaled a laugh, dark and affectionate. He reached down, brushing damp strands of hair from Eren’s forehead, his fingers surprisingly gentle.

„You,” Levi murmured, voice hoarse, „are fucking perfect.”

And Eren, still breathless, still kneeling, smiled.

Levi’s hand stroked gently over Eren’s flushed cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of Eren’s swollen lower lip. His touch was soft, a tender contrast to the raw heat that had consumed them moments before. Eren’s eyes fluttered closed at the sensation, lips parting slightly, his breath still heavy from the intensity of their exchange. Levi’s gaze lingered on him, filled with admiration, and he murmured, voice low and gravelly, „So beautiful.”

Eren’s pulse quickened at the praise. He leaned forward, capturing Levi’s thumb with his lips, the playful flick of his tongue daring to tease it. The corner of Levi’s mouth twitched, a small smirk tugging at his lips, as though amused by Eren’s boldness.

Levi’s eyes flickered down to Eren’s still-visible arousal, then back up to meet his gaze. There was a knowing gleam in his eyes. „You came in your pants?”

His voice was low, laced with a touch of amusement, but not judgment—rather, something closer to flattery. He was impressed by how easily Eren had been turned on, how he had reacted to their intimacy, so deeply entwined in the moment.

Eren met his eyes, a lazy chuckle escaping his lips as he nodded. „I did,” he admitted, his tone playful but filled with a raw honesty.

His eyes wandered down, his gaze landing on a small streak of cum that had escaped his mouth, leaving a small mark on Levi’s boot. Eren’s heart skipped a beat. His eyes darted back up to meet Levi’s, then back down to the boot, an unexpected surge of nervousness filling him. He knew how particular Levi was about cleanliness—everything had ist place, everything had to be pristine.

A mix of excitement and hesitation rushed through Eren as he bent down slowly. His breath caught in his throat, his gaze fixed on the smooth black leather of Levi’s boot. He leaned in, extending his tongue to taste the milky-clear droplets that had stained the surface. The soft texture of the leather against his tongue sent a strange, thrilling shiver through him, his body vibrating with a mix of desire and anticipation.

„Shit,” Levi muttered, his voice thick and low. Before Eren could pull away, Levi’s hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of Eren’s hair and pulling him up. Eren hissed, the sharp tug at his scalp sending a jolt through him, but he didn’t resist. He let Levi guide him back to his feet, his breath still ragged, his body trembling with the aftershocks of everything they’d just shared.

Levi’s voice was deep, raspy from his exertion, but there was no trace of disgust—only something darker, more commanding. „What are you doing?” he asked, his tone not so much put off as intrigued, perhaps even turned on by Eren’s boldness.

Eren could feel the tension in the air, thick and charged with the undercurrent of desire that still hummed between them. Levi’s grip on his hair tightened slightly, but it wasn’t painful; it was possessive, a silent reminder of who was in control.

Eren’s heart raced as he met Levi’s gaze, the heat between them flaring up once again.

Levi’s grip on Eren’s hair tightened, his fingers threading through the dark strands, pulling him closer, until their faces were only inches apart. His breath was warm against Eren’s skin, voice low but firm as he spoke.

„Don’t degrade yourself,” he ordered, his tone not harsh but assertive, a reminder of who Eren was to him. „You’re special to me, Eren. I like to praise you, to tell you how good you are. I don’t want to see you put yourself down.“

Eren’s heart raced as he gazed into Levi’s eyes—those dark eyes, filled with intensity and possessiveness. There was a fierceness in his words, but also something softer, more vulnerable beneath it. Levi wasn’t just commanding him; he was looking at him like he was the most important thing in the world. And that made Eren’s pulse quicken even more. He swallowed hard, his lips parted in anticipation, the air thick with their shared hunger.

Eren smiled faintly, his voice a whisper, „It’s not degradation if it’s you.”

The words hung in the air, thick with meaning, as Eren’s hand found ist way to Levi’s chest, fingers tracing the taut muscle beneath his shirt. He knew what Levi wanted—what they both wanted. It wasn’t about being submissive or dominant—it was about trust, about the unspoken bond they shared. And Eren was more than ready to give Levi all of him.

Levi’s eyes flickered with a mixture of surprise and something darker—desire, hunger, pride. His free hand slid down Eren’s back, fingers pressing against the curve of his spine, pulling him even closer. And then, before Eren could say another word, Levi crashed his lips against his, the kiss fierce, hungry. There was no tenderness in it—just raw, unbridled need. Their teeth clashed, lips bruising, as Levi kissed him with a hunger that mirrored Eren’s own.

Eren moaned into the kiss, the sound low and desperate, as his hands slipped under Levi’s shirt. The heat between them grew with every second, their bodies pressed tightly together, desperate for more, for something deeper. Eren’s fingers danced over Levi’s skin, tracing the muscles of his chest, feeling the tension there, the undeniable need that had built between them.

Levi’s hand moved from Eren’s hair to his neck, gripping it possessively as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping into Eren’s mouth with a force that left him gasping. The intensity of it, the way Levi pulled him closer, as if trying to merge their bodies into one, made Eren’s heart race, his chest tightening with anticipation.

„You’re mine – only you,“ Levi growled against Eren’s lips, his voice rough, hoarse with desire. „I don’t want you to forget that.“

Eren’s breath caught in his throat, the words sinking deep into him. He pulled away just enough to look into Levi’s eyes, pupils blown wide with need, his own chest rising and falling rapidly. „I know,” he whispered, voice trembling with the weight of his own desire. „I’m yours.”

The words were like a spark to kindling. Levi growled again, his lips crashing down on Eren’s once more, fiercer this time, as if the declaration had set something wild loose between them. Eren met his kiss with equal fervor, his hands sliding down Levi’s chest to the waistband of his boxer briefs. They were tangled in each other, their bodies moving together with a rhythm that felt more like instinct than anything planned.

Levi’s grip on Eren’s neck tightened, but it was gentle, possessive, a reminder of the power he held over Eren’s senses. „Don’t think for a second that I’ll let you forget who you belong to,” Levi whispered, each word a command, a promise.

Eren’s pulse surged as he tilted his head back, offering himself even further to Levi. „I never will,” he gasped, his voice laced with need, the words filled with a possessiveness that matched Levi’s. „And you’re mine, Levi,” he whispered, his hands gripping Levi’s shoulders as if marking him, holding him close. „Only mine.”

Levi’s eyes darkened with a sharp, possessive fire, and for a moment, neither of them moved. Eren felt the weight of his own declaration settle in the air between them, thick with the intensity of their shared desire. He was Levi’s—and Levi was his. There was no room for anyone else.

Levi’s grip tightened on Eren’s neck, his breath shallow as he leaned in, his lips brushing Eren’s ear. „Damn right,” Levi growled, his voice low and commanding.

After one last kiss, a deep, fiery exchange that left them both breathless, Levi and Eren reluctantly pulled away from each other, their eyes lingering with unspoken understanding. The moment was still charged between them as they stepped out of the storage room, returning to the noisy, lively bar. The music thumped in the background, and voices filled the air, but Eren couldn’t help the way his heart still raced from what had just happened.

As they emerged into the main area, Kenny, who had been watching from behind the bar, raised an eyebrow as he saw his nephew and Eren approaching. His lips curled into a sly grin, clearly amused by their disheveled appearance.

„What ya horny bastards doing back there?” Kenny called out, his voice booming far too loud for Eren’s liking. The place fell a little quieter, heads turning in their direction. „If you left jizz stains, you clean your shit up!”

The teasing words hung in the air, and Eren could feel the heat rise to his cheeks. From behind the bar, Caven, a younger blonde woman who worked for Kenny, overheard and snorted, a small laugh escaping her as she kept her eyes trained on the drinks she was preparing. She didn’t engage, but the faint smirk she wore said enough.

Levi, clearly unfazed, huffed a sarcastic sound, crossing his arms. „Your bar’s a dirty shithole anyway. Fucking clean it yourself.” His voice was clipped, but the hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. Levi was never one to back down, especially not when it came to Kenny.

Eren, leaning into the teasing, grinned mischievously. „Don’t worry, I swallowed,” he said, his voice playful as he winked at Kenny.

It wasn’t just the words—it was the look he gave, something just shy of cocky, and it definitely caught Kenny off guard. Levi couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight, amused at seeing his rough uncle momentarily stunned. It was a rare sight to see Kenny shut up, even for just a second.

Levi shot him a glance, his smirk growing wider, and Eren felt a rush of satisfaction in knowing he’d somehow managed to one-up the older man. As the tension between them eased, Eren couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The playful banter and teasing was one of the things that made their dynamic so… thrilling.

The two of them made their way back to their table, where the rest of their friends had been waiting. Farlan, Marco, Eld, and Gunther were gathered around a pool table, the sound of balls clacking against each other filling the air. The four of them were deep in the game, competitive banter flowing freely as they took turns. Every so often, one of them would let out a shout of triumph or a frustrated groan, depending on how the game was going.

Isabel, Armin, Jean, and Mike were still seated at the table, nursing their drinks and chatting, the conversation light and easy. Armin was animatedly talking about something—likely some intellectual debate—but Jean seemed more interested in checking out the bar scene, his eyes scanning the room every few seconds. Isabel sat close to Armin, laughing occasionally, and Mike seemed to be silently observing everything, his eyes sharp and calculating.

Eren and Levi took their seats at the table, the two of them slipping into their usual rhythm, Levi sitting at the edge, his arm casually draped over the back of Eren’s chair. Eren leaned back in his seat, his eyes flickering to his friends. They had come for a good time, and despite the occasional teasing and banter, the night was still young.

„So, who’s winning?” Eren asked, his tone light as he glanced over at the pool table.

Farlan, wiping a hand across his forehead, grinned. „Gunther’s about to lose his money,” he said, a playful taunt in his voice. Gunther shot him a glare but didn’t respond, too focused on sinking the last ball.

Levi gave a small nod, clearly more interested in the friends than the game itself, but he leaned in slightly, his voice low when he spoke to Eren. „We should join them in a bit,” he muttered, eyes flickering with a hint of challenge. „You still owe me a bet from last time.”

Eren raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk. „If you’re so eager, I’ll take you on later,” he teased back, knowing full well that the evening was far from over. The playful banter, the games, the quiet moments shared with friends—it was all part of the unspoken connection they had. It was a night to remember, no matter where it led.

Eren shifted in his seat, the dampness in his jeans an uncomfortable reminder of just how lost in the moment he had been. He exhaled sharply, leaning over to Levi. „I’ll be right back,” he murmured, brushing his fingers lightly against Levi’s wrist before pushing himself up from the table.

Levi didn’t say anything, just gave him a knowing look before turning his attention back to the game. Eren made his way through the crowded bar, slipping into the restroom. The music was muffled here, the dim lighting casting shadows against the walls. He locked the stall door behind him, exhaling as he undid his jeans.

„Fuck,“ he muttered to himself, taking in the mess. It wasn’t the first time Levi had left him in this state, and it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last. He grabbed a few paper towels, trying to clean up as best as he could. The cool air of the restroom made him more aware of how sensitive he still was, the memory of Levi’s voice, his touch, the way he looked at him, replaying in his mind.

Once he was as presentable as possible, he washed his hands, splashing some cold water on his face before running a hand through his hair. He took a deep breath, smirking slightly at his reflection. He looked good—flushed, a little wrecked, but good. Satisfied, he stepped back out into the bar.

By the time he returned to their table, Levi had already moved toward the pool table where the others were finishing up their game. Farlan grinned as he saw Eren approach. „Perfect timing,” he said, chalking his cue stick. „You two are up next.”

Eren’s gaze flicked to Levi, who was already grabbing a cue, rolling his shoulders like he was more than ready to take Eren on.

Eren smirked, taking the stick Farlan handed him. „You sure you wanna do this, Levi?” he teased, stepping closer, his voice dropping just enough for only Levi to hear. „After all, I’m still kinda worked up. Might be too much for you to handle.”

Levi scoffed, lining up his shot. „Tch. You talk too much.” He struck the cue ball, breaking the formation with precision.

Eren leaned against the table, pretending to watch the balls scatter but really just watching Levi—his sharp focus, the way his muscles flexed under his shirt, how he handled the cue stick with effortless control.

When it was his turn, Eren deliberately moved closer than necessary, brushing past Levi as he lined up his shot. „You watching me?” he murmured, his tone playful. He took his shot, sinking a solid with ease.

Levi huffed, unimpressed but clearly not unaffected. „Hurry up and play.”

Eren grinned. Oh, this was going to be fun.

_

Later that night, after a warm shower that washed away the remnants of the bar’s smoke and the earlier heat between them, Eren lay sprawled across the bed, utterly spent and blissed out. The sheets beneath him were a tangled mess, his bare skin still warm from their more relaxed yet no less passionate lovemaking. His chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, a satisfied grin tugging at his lips.

Levi lay draped over him, equally worked up, his body flush against Eren’s. His damp hair clung slightly to his forehead, and his skin glowed in the dim light of their bedroom. He pressed soft, lingering kisses along Eren’s collarbone, trailing lower with unhurried ease. The heat of his mouth contrasted against the cool air, sending pleasant shivers down Eren’s spine.

Eren hummed, fingers lazily tracing patterns along Levi’s back. „You’re being sweet,” he murmured, amusement lacing his voice.

Levi huffed against his skin. „Tch. Don’t ruin it.” But the words held no real bite, especially not as his lips found Eren’s chest again, his tongue flicking over a hardened nipple. He smirked when Eren’s breath hitched.

Eren arched slightly, his hands sliding into Levi’s hair, tugging lightly. „Didn’t say I didn’t like it,” he admitted, his voice lower now, content and teasing at the same time.

Levi chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against Eren’s skin. He placed another slow kiss over the same spot, savoring the way Eren shuddered beneath him. „Good,” he murmured. „Because I’m not done with being fucking sweet.”

Eren’s grin widened, his fingers tightening in Levi’s hair as anticipation sparked once more in his tired yet eager body.

Levi grazed his teeth over Eren’s nipple, giving it a teasing pull before flicking his tongue over the bud to soothe the sting. Eren hissed at the sensation, his breath catching for just a second before he exhaled a quiet chuckle.

„You know,” he murmured, fingers idly playing with Levi’s hair, „I’ve been thinking… maybe I should get the other one pierced too.”

Levi hummed against his skin, pressing another kiss to the already sensitive nub before shifting his attention to the unpierced side. He licked over it lazily, dragging his tongue in slow, deliberate circles before pulling away just enough to glance up at Eren. „Yeah?”

Eren nodded, his lips curving into a smirk. „Yeah. Would you like it?”

Levi kissed over the brownish bud again, this time softer, more thoughtful. His hand skimmed down Eren’s ribs, tracing light patterns as he considered the idea. „Tch. Of course I’d like it,” he muttered, nipping lightly before pulling back. His grey eyes flickered with something unreadable, something possessive. „You can swing by the shop whenever. I’ll do it myself.”

Eren’s smirk widened. „You offering?”

Levi rolled his eyes but didn’t deny it. „Obviously. Who else would I trust to put a needle through your skin?” His fingers brushed over Eren’s already pierced nipple, giving it a light tug.

Eren’s stomach fluttered at the thought—Levi, focused, precise, his steady hands working over him with that same mix of control and care. He swallowed, his grin turning a little more mischievous. „Kinda hot, actually.”

Levi smirked against Eren’s skin, his lips dragging slow, deliberate kisses up the column of Eren’s throat. The way Eren’s breath hitched only encouraged him, and he let his teeth graze over the sensitive spot just below his jaw before soothing it with his tongue.

Eren shivered, tilting his head back to give Levi more access, his hands sliding down Levi’s bare back, fingertips tracing over the lean muscles he knew so well. „Can’t wait for it, can you?“ he murmured, voice tinged with amusement but laced with something deeper—anticipation.

Levi chuckled, the sound vibrating against Eren’s skin. „Damn right,” he murmured, nipping lightly at the side of his neck. „And you’re gonna sit there and take it like a good boy.”

Eren groaned, his body reacting instantly to the challenge in Levi’s tone. „You really know how to make a guy look forward to getting stabbed,” he teased, though the heat in his voice betrayed just how much he liked the idea.

Levi pulled back just enough to meet Eren’s gaze, his smirk sharp, eyes dark with something unreadable. „You already let me put ink under your skin,” he said, fingers brushing over one of the tattoos on Eren’s ribs. „What’s one more little needle?”

Eren huffed a laugh, his fingers tightening against Levi’s back. „Guess I’m just addicted to you messing me up.”

Levi’s smirk widened. „Good,” he murmured, before sealing his lips over Eren’s in a kiss that was passionate but gentle. It was slow, deep, filled with the same quiet possession that always lingered between them. Eren melted into it, letting Levi take what he wanted, knowing full well he’d give it all willingly.

When Levi finally pulled back, his thumb brushed lazily over Eren’s kiss-swollen lips, his voice quieter now, almost tender. „Then be messed up with me,” he said, the words carrying a weight that sent a shiver down Eren’s spine.

Eren’s breath caught, something warm and fierce swelling in his chest. He barely had time to respond before Levi leaned in again, closing his lips over Eren’s in a kiss that was softer this time—gentle, lingering, but no less intense. It was different from the hungry, consuming ones before, yet just as deep.

Eren sighed into it, threading his fingers through Levi’s hair and holding him close. „Always,” he murmured against Levi’s lips, and he meant it.

X

Levi woke first, just as he did every morning. Sleep never came easily to him—it never had—but with Eren beside him, it was at least better, even if not perfect. He was used to it by now. Slipping out of bed without a sound, he padded into the kitchen, the quiet hum of early morning settling around him. He set the kettle on for his favorite black tea and started the coffee machine, ist familiar gurgle filling the silence.

Back in the bedroom, Eren stirred, the rich scent of coffee pulling him from sleep. A lazy smile stretched across his lips as he buried his face in his pillow, inhaling deeply. Levi. He did this almost every morning—waking up first, making sure there was coffee waiting.

For someone so sharp-tongued and rough around the edges, Levi could be incredibly sweet.

Eren stretched, yawning as he slowly sat up, his hair a mess, eyes still heavy with sleep. He glanced toward the doorway, already knowing what he’d find. Levi, standing in the kitchen, moving with his usual quiet efficiency. Eren’s smile widened. Yeah, mornings weren’t so bad when they started like this.

Eren stretched one last time before rolling out of bed, his limbs still heavy with sleep. He shuffled to the dresser, fishing out a fresh pair of boxers and sliding them on before making his way toward the kitchen, drawn by the scent of coffee and the quiet presence of Levi.

The early morning light filtered through the window. Levi stood by the counter, his back to Eren, effortlessly moving through his morning routine. The sight was comforting—Levi, in nothing but a pair of sweatpants, his lean muscles shifting subtly beneath his pale skin as he poured his tea, his focus sharp even in the quiet of dawn.

Eren stepped up behind him, slipping his arms around Levi’s waist and pressing himself against his back, feeling the warmth of his skin. Levi didn’t tense, didn’t pull away—he never did with Eren. Instead, he let out a quiet breath as Eren nuzzled into his dark hair, placing a slow, lazy kiss atop his head.

„Good morning,” Eren hummed, his voice thick with sleep and contentment.

Levi, still stirring his tea, barely hesitated. „Morning,” he replied, his tone softer than usual, and without looking back, he reached for the coffee mug he had already prepared. Without a word, he handed it back to Eren, who grinned against his hair before taking it.

Eren took a sip, sighing happily at the warmth. „Thank you. You really are the best, you know that?” he teased, his arms still wrapped around Levi, not ready to let go just yet.

Levi scoffed, taking a sip of his own tea. „Shut up and drink your damn coffee.”

Eren just chuckled, tightening his embrace for a moment before finally releasing Levi—though not before pressing another slow kiss to the side of his neck, just because he could.

The morning light streamed through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the small apartment as Levi and Eren settled at the table, their steaming mugs in front of them. The air was filled with the rich aroma of coffee and the faint scent of Levi’s black tea. Levi took a careful sip, his fingers curled around the mug, before glancing at Eren.

„So, what are your plans for the day?” he asked, his tone casual but curious. „You’re off work?”

Eren nodded, stretching slightly before leaning back in his chair. „Yeah, I’ve got the whole day free.” He glanced at the clock on the wall, considering.

„I think I’ll go to Mike’s anyway—might as well use my time to work on the Harley.” A grin stretched across his face, the excitement clear.

„I haven’t had much time between work and classes to really finish it, but since you mentioned a road trip—” Eren paused meaningfully, his green eyes sparking with anticipation. „I can’t wait to get it done.”

Levi hummed in approval, setting his mug down. „Good. You can take a look at my bike too before we go anywhere. Just a check-up.”

Eren smirked, lifting his mug to take another sip. „Sure. We don’t want anything happening on the road, right? Bring your bike to the shop in the next few days, and I’ll take care of it.”

Levi nodded, but as he took another sip of tea, he added, almost too casually, „That’d be a lot easier if you had space for a setup at home.”

Eren blinked, caught off guard. „Huh?” He frowned slightly, setting his mug down. „What do you mean?”

Levi waved a hand dismissively, his expression unreadable. „Nothing,” he muttered, brushing off the subject as if it wasn’t important. „We can talk about that another time.”

Eren’s brows furrowed slightly—Levi never brought up things without reason, and now he was dodging it? But before he could press further, Levi was already pushing back his chair, standing up.

„Now, are you hungry?” he asked, his tone shifting as he moved toward the kitchen. He didn’t wait for an answer, already pulling open the fridge, but Eren could still see the tension in his shoulders.

Something was on Levi’s mind. And Eren intended to find out what.

Eren, clad in nothing but his underwear, crossed the kitchen with quiet determination. His bare feet padded against the cool floor as he closed the distance between them. Without hesitation, he turned Levi around, facing him fully. His green eyes, still hazy with sleep but burning with curiosity, locked onto Levi’s sharp grey ones.

Levi didn’t resist—didn’t push him away. He stood still, caught between the counter and Eren’s larger frame, his expression unreadable. But the way his lips parted ever so slightly, the way his breath hitched just a little, told Eren that he wasn’t unaffected.

Eren tilted his head, his unruly brown hair falling over his shoulders as he studied Levi’s face. „What was that about?” he asked, voice low, searching. His hands came to rest on either side of Levi, caging him in, but not in a way that felt suffocating—rather, in a way that made it clear Eren wasn’t letting this go.

Levi’s fingers twitched against the countertop, his sharp gaze flickering over Eren’s face, assessing. He could dodge the question again, brush it off like he always did when something felt too big to say aloud. But Eren knew him too well. He always did.

Levi pressed his jaw together, like he’d rather not talk about it right now. But he answered anyway, his voice coming out sharper than his words intended—reserved, like he was bracing for rejection.

„I want us to move,” he said, keeping his tone matter-of-fact. „I didn’t want to rush you right after your exams. I know you said you wanted to wait until you were making enough money on your own…” He held Eren’s gaze, unwavering. „But I want us to move. Find a house.”

He hesitated, then added, „Something with a garage for your tools, for the bikes. A room for training—punching bag, sparring.”

Eren’s chest felt warm, his heart fluttering. Levi wasn’t just talking about moving. He was talking about building something with him—something permanent. A future.

Eren had known Levi was looking at bigger places, had known he wanted to move. It wasn’t a surprise. But hearing him say it like this—so direct, so certain—hit deeper than just the knowledge. It wasn’t just some distant plan anymore; it was real. And the way Levi spoke about it, mentioning a garage for his tools, a room for training—it wasn’t just about him. It was about them. About a life together.

The realization settled in Eren’s chest, making him feel warm and full of joy, like something inside him had just clicked perfectly into place.

A slow smile spread across Eren’s lips, his emotions bubbling over. Without thinking, he surged forward, capturing Levi’s lips in a heated kiss.

Levi’s breath hitched, like he hadn’t expected this reaction. Maybe he’d braced himself for hesitation, maybe even refusal—but Eren didn’t give him the chance to dwell on it. He deepened the kiss immediately, his tongue sweeping into Levi’s mouth, claiming him without hesitation. His fingers curled into Levi’s hair, gripping tightly as his hands moved, heated and sure.

In one swift motion, Eren lifted Levi onto the counter, the kiss never breaking. Levi let out a quiet grunt of surprise, his legs instinctively parting to make room for Eren between them. Their breaths were ragged, bodies pressed close, the heat between them rekindling like a fire that never fully burned out.

When the kiss finally broke, Eren rested his forehead against Levi’s, his hands still gripping his thighs. His voice came out low, but steady, filled with something fierce. „You want to look for houses with me?”

Levi, still slightly breathless himself, didn’t waver. „Yeah,” he admitted, voice steady, serious. „I want to buy a house for us.”

Eren’s eyes widened. Buy a house. Not just rent a place together. Buy a house. That was something big, something you didn’t do lightly. That was Levi saying he was all in—permanently, unquestionably.

Of course, Eren already knew Levi was all in. He had always known. It was in the way Levi looked at him, the way he fought for him, the way he stayed. It was in the trust they had built, the love they had forged through fire, unshakable and absolute.

And in the darker things, too—the things most people wouldn’t understand. Levi had killed for him. Without hesitation, without regret. Because he couldn’t bear seeing someone hurt Eren. Because the thought of losing him was unbearable. Because Levi’s love wasn’t soft—it was fierce, consuming, all-encompassing.

Eren never doubted him. But this—this was the next step. The next promise. One that meant forever.

His chest felt tight, warmth swelling in his ribs, curling through him like a slow-burning fire. Levi wanted this with him. Wanted to build something real, something solid. It wasn’t just about convenience—not just about space for their bikes or training—it was them. A home. Their home.

Eren swallowed hard, his fingers still gripping Levi’s thighs where he’d lifted him onto the counter. He could feel the slight tension in Levi’s body, like he was waiting for something—maybe rejection, maybe hesitation. Levi wasn’t the type to put his emotions out there easily, and even now, his gaze was steady but guarded, bracing for the possibility that Eren might not be ready.

But fuck, he was.

A slow, almost disbelieving smile spread across Eren’s face before he let out a soft, breathless laugh. His hands slid to Levi’s waist, gripping just a little tighter as he leaned in, their lips brushing. „You really mean that?” His voice was quieter now, not teasing, not playful—just raw.

Levi didn’t waver. „Yeah,” he said simply, the rough edge in his voice softened by something deeper.

Eren’s heart pounded, excitement and love mixing into something overwhelming. He let out a small, breathless laugh. „Shit,” he muttered, shaking his head. „You don’t do anything halfway, do you?”

Levi smirked slightly, but his voice was softer when he answered, „Not when it matters.”

Eren kissed him again—fierce, deep, full of everything he didn’t know how to say properly. His hands pressed firmly against Levi’s bare skin, pulling him even closer, like he could mold them into one. Levi’s arms wound around his neck, pulling him in just as tightly.

When they finally broke apart again, Eren’s teal eyes locked onto Levi’s, serious now. „Then let’s do it,” he murmured. „Let’s buy a house together.”

Levi didn’t say anything right away, but the way his shoulders eased, the way something relieved flickered in his stormy gaze, told Eren everything he needed to know.

Levi’s eyes flickered with something unreadable for a moment before he nodded. „Yeah,” he said, voice firm, steady. „Let’s do it.”

Eren felt his heart soar.

He cupped Levi’s face, brushing his thumbs along his jaw before pressing another slow, lingering kiss to his lips. When he pulled back, his smile hadn’t faded.

Buy a house. That wasn’t just about living together. That was commitment. That was stability. A promise to stay together. To be a family, not just boyfriends sharing a place.

And Levi wanted it with him.

They were doing this together.

The realization settled in Eren’s chest, filling him with warmth and joy, like something inside him had just clicked perfectly into place.

Levi exhaled softly, a small, almost reluctant smile tugging at the corner of his lips. „I didn’t think you’d react like this,” he admitted, his voice quieter than usual, like he hadn’t let himself fully believe it until now.

Eren huffed a quiet laugh, sliding his fingers through Levi’s dark strands, then down to the soft buzz of his undercut. He loved touching Levi like this—loved feeling the contrast, the warmth of his skin beneath his fingertips. His gaze softened as he studied Levi’s face, the flicker of something raw and vulnerable in his stormy eyes.

„I want everything with you,” Eren assured him, voice steady, filled with certainty. „And now we can take that step.”

Levi’s throat bobbed slightly, like the weight of Eren’s words had settled deep. His fingers twitched against Eren’s bare chest, digging into his muscles like he wanted to pull him in again but didn’t know how to ask. His pale fingers contrasted against Eren’s natural sun-kissed skin, a stark reminder of how different they were, yet how seamlessly they fit together. For all Levi’s sharpness, all his confidence, he wasn’t always great at expressing himself like this.

But Eren understood him—always had.

Levi took a breath, schooling his features back into something more composed, but Eren didn’t miss the way his ears tinted just slightly pink. „Okay, enough sappy talk,” Levi muttered, turning toward the counter as if he could shake off the moment. „You hungry or what?”

Eren grinned, leaning in to press one last quick kiss to Levi’s cheek before stepping back. „Starving.”

X

Chapter Text

No Regrets 2
Chapter 4 – Watched?

After breakfast, they both went about getting ready for the day. Eren stretched, feeling the weight of sleep slowly lift as he casually slid into his loose jeans and a simple shirt. It was a morning ritual—easy, familiar, but there was always a sense of warmth in the mundane moments spent together.

As he reached for his socks, his eyes inevitably shifted to Levi, who was in the middle of pulling on his tight, black pants. The skull print on the fabric faded out in a way that made the design look worn, like it had ist own history, ist own story. Eren couldn’t help but admire how the muscles in Levi’s legs flexed as he pulled them on, the tattoos on his calves and thighs twisting and stretching with the movement.

Levi’s movements were confident, effortless—his body language spoke of the way he owned everything he did. He slung a black leather belt around his waist, the spikes at the end of it clicking into place as he tightened it. Eren’s eyes followed every detail, the small things that spoke volumes.

Then, Levi grabbed a black dress shirt from his wardrobe and pulled it over his shoulders. It wasn’t just a plain black shirt, though. As he buttoned it up, Eren eyes went wide—two long vertical stripes of sheer fabric on either side of Levi’s torso, stretching from shoulder to button. The see-through panels revealed more of Levi’s ink, the detailed tattoos winding down his chest and ribs. And there, beneath the fabric, Eren’s gaze lingered for a moment longer than it should have—Levi’s nipples slightly visible through the thin material.

Eren’s breath caught in his throat. Fuck. He hadn’t expected the shirt to look so… stunning. It wasn’t just a shirt; it was a statement. A subtle tease, a mix of elegance and edge that left Eren reeling. Levi was so damn hot, and it was difficult to think straight when he was around.

Levi, seeming oblivious to the effect he had on Eren, continued with his morning routine. He walked to the bathroom, leaving Eren standing there, momentarily speechless. Levi started to style his hair, running his fingers through it to get the right look—carefully messy, but still sharp. He took his time, like every detail mattered. Eren watched from the doorframe, the air between them charged with something unspoken.

Then, Levi reached for his eyeliner, carefully applying a thin line around his grey eyes. It made his gaze even sharper, more dangerous. The contrast between the dark liner and his pale skin added a layer of intensity to his expression, and Eren couldn’t help but stare.

The way Levi looked at that moment was captivating, almost predatory in ist precision. Eren was hooked.

As Levi finished up, he caught Eren’s gaze in the mirror. A small, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. „What?”

Eren grinned, shaking his head as he leaned against the doorframe. „Nothing. Just… damn.”

Levi’s smirk deepened, but he didn’t say anything else as he grabbed his jacket. They both knew the day was about to begin, but for a brief moment, there was a silent understanding between them—Eren was all in, just as Levi was.

X

Levi drove Eren to *Mike’s Bikes* before heading off to his tattoo shop. The hum of the engine was familiar, steady, and Eren found himself staring out the window, still feeling the lingering excitement from the morning—and from last night. Everything felt like it was falling into place. His exams were behind him, the celebration with friends had been a blast, and Levi… well, Levi was always something to get worked up about. The thought of what was ahead—his Harley, their road trip, the idea of buying a house—left a thrilling buzz in his veins.

Levi pulled up in front of the workshop, parking smoothly before cutting the engine. „Don’t get too distracted playing with your toys,“ he muttered, but there was the smallest smirk at the corner of his lips.

Eren grinned as he unbuckled his seatbelt. „No promises. I like my toys.“

With that, he hopped out of the car and made his way inside the garage, the familiar scent of motor oil, metal, and rubber filling his lungs. The place was alive with the sounds of clinking tools and muffled music playing from a radio somewhere in the back. It felt like home in a way—a different kind of home than with Levi, but still one of his favorite places.

„Oh, Eren?“

Mike looked up from where he was wiping his grease-stained hands on a rag, his towering frame hard to miss. His blond hair was tied back into a short ponytail, a few strands loose around his face. Broad-shouldered and solid as a damn wall, Mike was an intimidating guy to most, but Eren had long since gotten used to his easygoing nature.

„Didn’t think I’d see you today,“ Mike said, his tone amused, like he was implying something.

„Yeah,“ Eld chimed in from where he was working on a bike, his sleeves rolled up, exposing his forearms smudged with oil. „You and Levi haven’t worn each other out yet?“ His grin was teasing, but it was all in good fun.

Gunther snorted from the other side of the garage, shaking his head as he worked on an engine. „If he’s still standing, then I guess not.“

Eren just grinned, completely unfazed. „Oh, Levi had me worn out, alright.” His voice was casual, but the mischievous gleam in his green eyes was unmistakable. He let the comment hang for a beat before adding with a smug smirk, „Made me cum three times last night.”

The reaction was immediate.

Eld groaned, shaking his head as he rolled his eyes. „Jesus, Eren. It’s too damn early for that.”

Mike let out a deep chuckle, amused but unsurprised. „Didn’t need to know that, but hey—good for you, kid.”

Gunther made a gagging noise. „For the love of god, have some shame.”

Eren just laughed, unbothered as he grabbed a wrench and made his way to his bike. „What? You asked,” he said, his grin stretching wider as Eld tossed a crumpled shop rag at him.

„Yeah, but I wasn’t expecting a damn play-by-play,” Eld shot back, though the corner of his mouth twitched in amusement.

„Can’t help it if my sex life is just that good,” Eren teased, earning a chorus of groans and a muttered ‚cocky little shit‘ from Gunther.

Still grinning, Eren turned his attention to his Harley, running a hand along the fuel tank.

Eren began working on his bike, reaching for a wrench as he shot a look toward his coworkers. „I didn’t even give you details,” he said, feigning innocence.

Then, with a wicked grin, he added, „But since you asked: Levi bent me over the bedframe, gripped my hips hard enough to leave marks, and told me, in that damn deep, sexy voice, to just take it while he—fuck, he had one hand on my neck, squeezing just right, and the other—“

Eren let out a low chuckle, running a hand through his hair as if reliving the memory. „—the other was teasing me, before he yanked my head back by my hair and told me to keep my hands on the damn mattress. And then—shit—he didn’t hold back. He made me feel it. Every. Single. Inch. I -”

A towel smacked him square in the face.

„Fucking hell, Eren!” Mike groaned, shaking his head as he turned back to the bike he was working on.

„Christ, spare us,” Eld muttered, though he was laughing.

Gunther just sighed, rubbing his temples. „Why do I even show up to work?”

Eren pulled the towel off his face, grinning unabashedly. „Oh, come on. You guys go on and on about your nights with women. Just some fair payback.” He waggled his brows, smug.

Mike rolled his eyes but smirked. „Yeah, yeah, but there’s a limit, man. And you sure as hell don’t know when to quit.”

Eren just chuckled, running his hands along the fuel tank of his Harley. The bike was almost done—sleek black with chrome accents, a real beauty. The handles and saddle still needed to be mounted, and the wiring for the lights had to be finished, but it was so close to being ready.

Eld leaned against the workbench, arms crossed. „So, you finally finishing this thing? Took you long enough.”

Eren shot him a look. „Hey, I had work, classes, and a life, you know.”

Gunther snorted. „Yeah, we just got an earful about that part of your life.”

Eren laughed, flipping them off as he grabbed a screwdriver. This was the best part about working here—good company, good bikes, and good banter.

His Harley was almost finished, and damn, it was looking good. The frame was sleek, the engine polished and fine-tuned. The fuel tank and fenders still needed a custom paint job—he had something special in mind for that. The handlebars and saddle weren’t mounted yet, and he still had to finish wiring the lights and indicators before it was fully road-ready. But it was close. So damn close.

Running a hand over the gas tank, Eren could already picture himself riding it down an open road, the engine roaring beneath him, Levi riding beside him. A road trip together. It made him want to get this done even faster.

He rolled up his sleeves, a determined grin spreading across his face as he turned back to Mike and the others. „Alright, let’s get to work.“

X

Levi adjusted the armrest at his station, setting out fresh ink caps and sterilizing his tattoo machine as he prepped for his next client. The hum of Farlan’s tattoo gun filled the shop, steady and precise. Across from him, Farlan was fully focused, his needle carefully tracing along his client’s spine. The woman lying on her stomach tensed slightly, hissing through her teeth as he added another delicate line to the intricate floral design blooming across her back.

Music pulsed softly through the studio—a familiar mix of rock, alternative, and metal, the usual background noise that kept the atmosphere relaxed yet energized. The scent of disinfectant, ink, and faint traces of leather filled the air, mingling with the occasional whiff of burnt coffee from the front desk.

Isabel strolled into the backroom, carrying two mugs in her hands. She handed one to Farlan first, pressing a quick kiss to his temple as he momentarily paused his work to take a sip. „Careful, it’s hot,” she warned, grinning as he made a face at the temperature.

Then she stepped over to Levi, placing his tea beside his station. „Brought yours too, boss,” she said playfully.

Levi gave a small nod of thanks, briefly glancing up from his setup before going back to his work. „Appreciate it.”

„Mm-hmm,” Isabel hummed, leaning against the counter. „Busy day?”

Farlan snorted. „When isn’t it?”

Levi just rolled his eyes, adjusting his gloves as he waited for his next appointment to arrive. He let out a short, dry huff. „Yeah, so much work. It’s almost like people want tattoos.” His voice was flat, but there was the faintest hint of sarcasm underneath.

Isabel, however, didn’t react to the joke itself—her grin widened for an entirely different reason. She wasn’t fooled. Levi was in a good mood today. Suspiciously good.

„Ohhh,” she drawled, leaning her elbows on the counter and eyeing him knowingly. „Look at you, all relaxed and chipper.”

Levi shot her a deadpan look. „I’m literally neither of those things.”

„Uh-huh.” She took a slow sip of her own coffee, still smirking. „Lemme guess—you had a real good night with Eren, huh?”

Farlan chuckled under his breath but kept his focus on his work, while Levi simply sighed, rubbing his temple like he already regretted allowing Isabel into the shop today.

Levi snorted, shaking his head, but the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth was answer enough. Isabel caught it immediately, her smirk only growing.

„Mind your own damn business,” Levi gruffed, turning back to his station as if that would end the conversation.

Isabel pulled a face, undeterred. „Oh, come on. You can share the spicy stuff with me. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

Farlan chuckled, not looking up from his work. „You don’t need Levi for that. Just ask Eren—he’ll tell you exactly which positions they had last night.”

Isabel barked a laugh. „Shit, you’re right. I bet he even gives me a graphic description.”

Levi groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. „Can we not?”

Isabel raised an eyebrow, tilting her head. „Are you bothered by Eren running his mouth about your sex life?”

Levi didn’t even hesitate. „No.” His voice was flat, certain. He kept his focus on setting up his station, but there was no annoyance in his tone—just fact.

Isabel blinked, clearly expecting a different reaction. „Huh. I figured you’d at least be a little pissed about it.”

Levi scoffed. „Eren likes to share because he loves it—our sex, me.” He finally looked up, meeting Isabel’s gaze with that steady, unreadable expression of his. „And he needs people to know he’s mine.”

A slow grin spread across Isabel’s face. „Damn,” she said, shaking her head. „That’s kinda hot, not gonna lie.”

Farlan chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. „You two are ridiculous.”

Isabel huffed at her boyfriend, rolling her eyes. „It’s not ridiculous,” she argued, crossing her arms. „I love that Levi’s found someone like Eren.”

On the tattoo chair, Farlan’s client—who had been quietly listening—grinned at the exchange, amusement flickering in her eyes.

Then Isabel turned her attention back to Levi, her expression shifting into something smug. „And you’re planning a road trip with him!” She clapped him on the arm, grinning. „That’s so sweet. Why didn’t you say anything? I could’ve helped plan it! Didn’t think you had it in you to be that romantic.”

Levi made a face, clearly unimpressed. „I’m not romantic.”

Isabel snorted. „Yes, you are.” She shot Farlan a look, as if daring him to disagree. „This is your first real trip together, your first time going on vacation with him. If that’s not romantic, I don’t know what is.”

Levi exhaled sharply, his brow twitching like he was losing patience. „It’s not a vacation,” he muttered.

„Then what is it, genius?” Isabel challenged. „A mission?”

Levi ignored that. „Anyway,” he went on, „it’s not some big, planned-out thing. I haven’t booked anything.”

Isabel frowned. „Wait—you haven’t booked hotels?”

Levi gave her a flat look, unimpressed with the question. „Hotels?” He repeated, like the thought had just now crossed his mind.

Isabel’s frown deepened, her brows furrowing in suspicion. „You are not taking him to some shitty roadside motels, Levi.”

Levi’s expression darkened. „Did I say that?” He shot back. „I just didn’t book anything yet. I didn’t know when Eren would finish his bike, and—” He hesitated, running a hand through his undercut before muttering, „I don’t think he wants everything to be planned out. The whole point of this trip is to feel… free. To just go wherever.”

Isabel blinked, tilting her head. Levi wasn’t the type to be careless, but this did sound a little reckless for him. „So, what is the plan, then?”

Levi sighed, shifting his weight. „I was thinking about a ride down to the coastline.”

Isabel’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. „Oh, that’s romantic as hell.”

Levi scowled. „Shut up.”

Farlan, who had been quietly working on his client’s tattoo, suddenly spoke up. „Levi, you might want to reconsider this whole ‘free open road’ plan, man.”

Levi and Isabel both turned to him, eyebrows raised. „What?” Levi asked flatly.

Farlan didn’t even glance up as he continued inking the intricate floral design onto his client’s back. „I mean, that’s cool and all,” he said, his voice even, „but you’re taking Eren on a trip. Not just anyone.”

He finally looked up, his expression pointed. „Your boy might actually like it if you have something set up. At least a nice stop somewhere—not just a local bar, a shitty roadside diner, or, I don’t know, the world’s biggest ketchup bottle. If you know what I mean.”

Levi exhaled through his nose, annoyed. „The world’s biggest what?”

„The world’s biggest ketchup bottle,” Farlan repeated like it was obvious. „It’s a thing, trust me.”

Levi gave him a look, but before he could retort, Farlan continued. „Look, Eren’s already head over heels for you—everyone knows that.” He gestured loosely with his tattoo machine, careful not to smudge his work. „But this is your chance to make an impression. Give him a real experience. Something memorable.”

Isabel grinned, nudging Levi with her elbow. „Yeah, Levi. A romantic experience.”

Levi groaned, rubbing his temples. „Not this again.”

His annoyance only made Isabel and Farlan smirk. His client on the tattoo chair was also clearly entertained, hiding a smile against the headrest.

But Farlan’s point lingered in Levi’s mind. As much as he hated to admit it, he wasn’t wrong.

Levi snorted, rolling his eyes. „Eren isn’t the romantic type either. He thinks fucking on his Harley is romantic, so maybe I’ll give him that.”

Isabel smirked over her coffee. „Sounds about right. That is the most Eren thing I’ve ever heard. Please tell me you do it.“

Farlan just hummed in agreement, not even looking up from his work. „Not surprised.”

Levi narrowed his eyes. „You two have way too much confidence in what we do.”

„Levi, we’ve known you for years,” Isabel said, waving a hand. „And Eren? Please. The guy practically vibrates with sexual energy for you all the time. If you told me he tried to blow you out on the street, that wouldn’t even surprise me.”

Levi just grunted, choosing not to confirm or deny.

The woman on Farlan’s tattoo table let out a snort. „Honestly? Kinda impressive.”

Isabel chuckled. „Alright, back to the real topic—you do need to plan at least something for this trip. If you just ride around aimlessly and make Eren sleep in a parking lot somewhere, I will book you two a honeymoon suite out of pure spite.”

Levi shot her a glare. „Touch my trip, and I’ll tattoo ‘jackass’ on your ass.”

Isabel just winked. „Love you too, grump.”

Levi shook his head, turning back to his station—but yeah. He’d think about it.

He wasn’t the romantic type. And Eren liked things wild and unstructured. But… maybe Farlan had a point. Maybe this wasn’t just about the ride—it was about the experience.

X

Eren wiped a strand of hair out of his face, taking a deep breath as he stepped back from his Harley. He had just finished adjusting the brown leather saddle, making sure it was properly aligned on the frame. The smooth, rich color of the leather contrasted beautifully with the black metal of the bike, and Eren couldn’t help but smile at the result. The saddle was a perfect fit, adding that extra touch of personality to the bike. His fingers ran over the leather, satisfied with the craftsmanship. It felt good to have everything coming together—both with the bike and with his life.

He’d just finished the final adjustments and could already tell how much smoother the ride would be. The bike was almost there—just a few more tweaks, and it would be road-ready. His exams had wrapped up, and though he wouldn’t officially receive his certification for another 2 to 4 weeks, Eren knew in his gut that he had nailed it. He was done. And that knowledge settled like a weight off his shoulders.

Looking forward to the bike tour Levi had promised him made him feel giddy. A trip on the open road with his boyfriend, something free and spontaneous… it made his heart race with excitement. He couldn’t wait. It wasn’t just the road trip that was exciting—it was everything else, too. Everything seemed to be falling into place.

Eren glanced over at his coworkers, deciding it was time for a quick break. He wiped his hands on a rag, standing up and stretching before turning to them.

„I’m gonna get some fresh air,” he said, making a quick motion toward the door.

Mike, who was busy fixing a bike of his own, looked up briefly. „Yeah, sure, man. Take five. You’ve been at it all morning.”

„Don’t be out there too long,” Eld teased. „The bikes aren’t gonna fix themselves, ya know.”

„Then fix the bikes. It’s my day off today. I’ll be back in ten,” Eren called over his shoulder with a smirk, heading outside.

As he stepped into the fresh air, the cool breeze felt refreshing against his skin. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, checking for any new messages.

Between a message from Armin and a missed call from Jean, Eren noticed an email from Rico Brezenca, the Editorial Coordinator at Rolling Thunder Magazine. Curious, he shifted his weight from one leg to the other as he opened the email. His eyes scanned the first few lines, and his interest piqued as he read that Rico wanted to discuss a potential collaboration.

It wasn’t the first time Eren had worked with the magazine. His first gig had been a modeling job for the Rolling Thunder bike calendar, which had apparently sold well. Rico had been in charge of those shoots, and since then, she had reached out again, this time for a photoshoot for an article last summer. Eren had slowly built up an unofficial modeling career on the side, mostly for bike-related shoots, and while it wasn’t his primary focus, he enjoyed the occasional opportunity to step in front of the camera.

He paused for a moment, thinking about how to respond to Rico’s email. She had always been professional, and the pay was decent for these shoots. Plus, it was always a fun experience to collaborate with people who shared his passion for bikes and the lifestyle.

Eren quickly typed up a response to Rico’s email, eager to keep the momentum going. But as he stood there, phone in hand, a sudden honk from a nearby car broke through his focus.

He glanced up, and his eyes landed on a white Honda Civic parked across the street. The car hadn’t honked—it was another car behind it. But for some reason, his attention lingered on the Honda. There was a man inside, an Asian-looking guy, who seemed to be calmly sitting behind the wheel.

Eren thought he recognized him, but he couldn’t place where from. Still, there was something about the man that felt vaguely familiar. Maybe he’d seen him around town? Or maybe in passing?

The man didn’t seem to be doing anything out of the ordinary. He wasn’t staring or making any kind of gesture, just sitting there, waiting. And yet, something about the whole situation felt off, like the guy was waiting for something.

Before Eren could dig deeper into the thought, the Honda’s engine hummed to life. The man pulled out slowly, making a right turn and disappearing down the road.

Eren shook his head, brushing off the strange feeling. It was probably nothing.

With a final glance at his phone, he shoved it back into his pocket and went back inside, but the odd encounter still lingered in the back of his mind.

Eren stepped into the front shop, the familiar scent of rubber, grease, and new leather filling the air. The space was packed with motorcycles, helmets, riding gear, and shelves lined with everything a biker could need. Bright overhead lights reflected off polished chrome, making the shop feel alive with possibility.

Behind the counter, Petra was busy setting up a new display of gloves and riding goggles. She glanced up when Eren walked in, giving him a quick nod. „Didn’t expect to see you up front. Thought you’d be glued to that bike of yours all day.”

Eren smirked, making his way over to a small coffee machine set up in the corner. He grabbed a cup and filled it, the rich aroma mixing with the usual scent of the shop. „Taking a break. Figured I’d stretch my legs before I get back to it.”

Petra snorted. „Right. More like you’re here to brag about how close you are to finishing.”

„Can you blame me?” he shot back, taking a sip of his coffee. „It’s been months, and it’s finally coming together.”

Petra grabbed a pair of gloves, adjusting their placement on the display. „Yeah, yeah, you’ve been talking about it forever. So what’s next? Big test ride?”

Eren grinned. „Better. Levi and I are taking it on a road trip.”

That made her pause. She turned fully to face him, eyebrows raised. „Seriously? You and Levi on a road trip?”

„Why does everyone sound so surprised when I say that?” Eren muttered.

Petra smirked. „Because Levi doesn’t exactly scream ‘spontaneous road trip guy.’”

Eren shrugged, but there was a flicker of warmth in his expression. „Well, he wants to do it with me.”

„Cool. That’s nice.” She placed a hand over her chest in mock surprise. „I didn’t think he had a romantic streak.”

„He doesn’t,” Eren shot back, rolling his eyes. „But I think this is his version of one.”

Petra laughed. „Well, that’s actually kinda sweet. You better let me know how it goes.”

Eren smirked, pushing off the counter. „Yeah, I’ll let you know. But first, I need wheels under my ass.”

With that, he turned and headed back toward the workshop, feeling a fresh buzz of excitement. The bike was almost ready. The road was waiting. And he had Levi right there with him.

X

Eren finished early in the afternoon, feeling satisfied with the progress he had made on his bike. Wiping his hands on a rag, he said a quick goodbye to the guys before heading out. The walk home was familiar, the city alive with the usual hum of traffic, distant sirens, and the chatter of people going about their day.

By the time he reached their apartment, the sun was dipping lower, casting warm golden light through the windows. He kicked off his boots by the door, rolling his shoulders as he stepped inside. First stop—the shower. His work clothes were stained with oil and sweat, the scent of metal and grease clinging to his skin. Before heading to the bathroom, he stripped off his shirt and jeans, tossing them into the correct laundry hamper—the one specifically for his work clothes.

Since Eren had moved in with Levi and started working at the workshop, Levi had set up different sorting hampers to keep their laundry organized. His usual black clothes were separate from Eren’s grease-stained workwear, ensuring that none of Levi’s meticulously maintained outfits ended up ruined. And somehow, thanks to Levi’s almost supernatural laundry skills, even Eren’s white shirts came out spotless—no lingering oil stains, no smudges of dirt. If it were up to Eren, he’d probably have to buy new shirts every week. He had no idea how Levi managed to get them that clean, and honestly, he wasn’t about to question it.

Shaking his head with a small smirk, he made his way into the bathroom. The moment he stepped under the hot spray of the shower, he let out a deep sigh, rolling his shoulders as the water washed away the grime of the day. He undid his hair tie, letting his damp brown strands spill over his shoulders. The heat loosened the tension in his muscles, steam curling around him as he ran his fingers through his hair.

For a brief moment, he just stood there, letting the warmth soak into his skin. The day had been good—productive. His bike was nearly ready, the road trip with Levi was on the horizon, and life just felt… right. He smiled to himself as he reached for the shampoo, already looking forward to the rest of the evening.

After the shower, Eren dried himself off, rubbing the towel through his damp hair before tossing it into the laundry basket. He pulled on a pair of casual jeans and a simple shirt, enjoying the feeling of being clean and refreshed after a long day at the shop. His muscles were still warm from the hot water, and the lingering scent of Levi’s body wash clung faintly to his skin—a scent he had grown to associate with home.

Padding barefoot into the kitchen, he opened the fridge, grabbing a cold can of soda. He cracked it open with a soft hiss, taking a long sip as he leaned against the counter. His green eyes flicked over the fridge’s contents, casually taking stock of what they had. Leftover takeout containers, some eggs, a few vegetables, milk, condiments… not much to work with.

Eren exhaled through his nose, setting his drink down as he opened a cabinet, checking the pantry. Not much better. A half-empty bag of rice, some pasta, canned goods. Yeah, definitely not enough for a decent meal. He should make a trip to the grocery store.

His gaze flicked to the clock on the wall. Good—plenty of time before Levi got home. Maybe he’d cook something nice tonight. Since moving in with Levi, Eren had started cooking more often, and his skills in the kitchen had improved a lot. While Levi still handled most of their meals, Eren had taken to experimenting with different recipes, getting better at seasoning, timing, and not burning things—well, most of the time.

Decision made, he finished his soda in a few more sips and tossed the can into the recycling bin. He grabbed his phone and keys, ruffling a hand through his still-damp hair before heading out the door.

_

As Eren walked through the aisles, tossing groceries into his cart, he paused in front of the alcohol section. His fingers brushed over a bottle of white wine, debating whether to add it to the meal. A nice drink to go with dinner wouldn’t be a bad idea.

Just as he was about to put it in his cart, a strange feeling crept up the back of his neck—a prickle, like someone was watching him. His body tensed instinctively. Turning his head, he glanced around, scanning the aisles behind him.

Nothing.

The few other shoppers were minding their own business, picking out produce or reading labels. Shaking his head, he exhaled through his nose. Maybe he was just imagining things. He had been working all morning; maybe he was just tired.

Still, the feeling lingered, making his skin crawl just a little.

Eren shrugged it off and turned his attention back to the bottle in his hand. Why not? He placed it in his cart and continued with his shopping.

_

Back home, Eren unpacked his groceries, setting everything on the counter. He had decided to try something new for dinner: a gnocchi and vegetable skillet. Nothing too heavy, but packed with flavor.

He wasn’t making the gnocchi himself—his cooking skills weren’t quite that advanced yet—but the store-bought ones would do just fine. As he heated some oil in a pan, he tossed them in, letting them roast to a golden crisp.

While they browned, he grabbed a broccoli head and chopped it into small florets before blanching them in salted water for a few minutes—just enough to keep them tender but still vibrant. He set them aside and moved on to the next ingredients.

Next, he sliced up an onion, a clove of garlic, and a red bell pepper into thin strips. Once the gnocchi had turned beautifully golden, he scooped them onto a plate and tossed the onions and peppers into the now-empty pan. The sizzle filled the kitchen as the heat caramelized the edges, releasing a rich aroma.

After a few minutes, he added a handful of frozen green beans. They were fresher than canned ones—still packed with vitamins, so no guilt there. He reached for the bottle of white wine he’d bought earlier and poured a splash into the pan. The liquid hissed as it hit the heat, blending with the sautéed vegetables to create a fragrant base.

Thinking ahead, Eren used the leftover broccoli water to create a light sauce, adding a touch of salt, pepper, and a mix of herbs. The scent of garlic and roasted vegetables was already filling the air, making his stomach grumble.

He grabbed a spoonful of tomato paste and stirred it in. Maybe he should’ve roasted it with the veggies before adding the wine? Whatever—it didn’t look bad. Cooking was all about experimenting anyway.

In a separate pan, chicken breasts sizzled, the skin crisping to a golden brown while he carefully turned them, making sure they didn’t dry out.

Finally, he combined everything—the roasted gnocchi, the broccoli florets, and some diced feta cheese—letting the flavors mix. As the dish came together, he absentmindedly swayed his hips to the beat of the rock music playing in the background.

A drizzle of olive oil for the final touch, and dinner was looking pretty damn good.

_

Levi turned the key in the lock and pushed the door open, immediately met by the familiar combination of blasting rock music, the mouthwatering scent of freshly cooked food, and Eren’s unmistakable energy filling the space.

In the kitchen, Eren was in his own world, rocking out, head bobbing, hips swaying as he stirred the pan. His voice—enthusiastic but hopelessly off-key—belted out the lyrics to „Hells Bells“ by AC/DC.

„I’ll give you black sensations up and down your spine
If you’re into evil, you’re a friend of mine…“

Levi leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms as he watched the ridiculous yet endearing performance unfold. Eren, completely unaware of his audience, twirled the wooden spoon in his hand like a damn microphone and kept going.

„See the white light flashing as I split the night
‘Cause if good’s on the left, then I’m sticking to the right!“

At that moment, Eren spun around dramatically—only to freeze mid-lyric when he finally spotted Levi standing there. His teal eyes went wide for a split second before he recovered, flashing a shameless grin.

„Levi!“ he greeted, voice still breathless from singing. „You’re home early.“

Levi arched an eyebrow, pushing off the doorframe. „And this is what happens when I’m not home on time?“

Eren shrugged, still grinning. „Gotta keep myself entertained.“

Levi glanced at the pan, the mix of roasted gnocchi, veggies sizzling in the light sauce. „And you cooked.“

Eren scoffed, placing a hand on his hip. „Don’t sound so surprised.“

Levi smirked. „Not surprised. Just impressed… and mildly concerned about how much of that wine actually made it into the food.“

Eren laughed, flipping him off before reaching for two plates. „Relax, old man, I saved you a glass.“

Levi smacked Eren’s ass—a sharp, playful slap that made Eren jolt and let out a half-choked laugh. The sting lingered, heat spreading across his skin, but before he could retaliate, Levi was already stepping closer.

„Who do you call old, you damn brat?” Levi muttered, voice low but tinged with amusement.

Eren barely had time to smirk before Levi grabbed his chin and pulled him in for a kiss. It was quick, firm, possessive—the kind of kiss that left no room for argument.

Levi sucked at Eren’s upper lip first, slow and deliberate, before brushing his tongue inside, stealing the breath right from Eren’s lungs. His fingers tightened just slightly on Eren’s jaw, keeping him still as he deepened the kiss, his mouth moving with precision, like he knew exactly how to unravel him.

Then, Levi’s teeth scraped along Eren’s lip, nipping just enough to make him shiver before pulling back, only to tug at the swollen flesh again, sharp and teasing. A smirk ghosted across Levi’s lips as he finally let go.

„There,” he murmured, voice low and smug. „That’s how you put a mouthy brat in his place.”

Eren barely managed to mutter a breathless, „Wow,” his mind dizzy from the kiss.

Levi hummed in approval, running a hand down Eren’s side before stepping back. „I’ll freshen up, okay?”

Eren licked his lips, still tasting the kiss, and waved him off. „Yeah, go do that. I’ll set the table.”

Levi shot him a last, knowing look before heading down the hall, peeling off his jacket as he went. Eren watched him disappear, feeling that familiar warmth settle in his chest.

Then, shaking his head with a grin, he turned back to the kitchen, pulling out plates and grabbing the wine glasses.

As Levi came back from the bathroom, he hadn’t changed clothes yet. He still wore that black dress shirt with the two vertical see-through stripes, the fabric clinging to him just right. Eren, in the middle of setting the table, caught sight of him and momentarily lost track of what he was doing. The sheer panels offered teasing glimpses of Levi’s inked, pale skin, and when he shifted to pull out his chair, Eren caught a peek of his nipples through the thin fabric.

It wasn’t even intentional—Levi wasn’t trying to be distracting. But damn if it wasn’t working.

Eren swallowed, realizing a second too late that he’d been blatantly staring.

Levi sat down, eyeing the plates Eren had already filled. „Looks damn good,” he said, his gaze flicking up—only to catch Eren’s lingering stare.

One of Levi’s eyebrows lifted, amusement flickering across his face. „Something wrong?”

Eren snapped himself out of it, quickly focusing on his own plate. „Nope,” he said, a little too quickly, stabbing a piece of chicken with his fork. „You’re hot… I mean—the food’s hot. We should eat.”

Levi huffed a quiet laugh but didn’t press. Levi took his glass, holding it out toward Eren. „Thanks for cooking.”

Eren grinned, tapping his own glass against Levi’s with a quiet clink. „’Course.”

Levi took a sip, savoring the crisp white wine before setting the glass down and picking up his fork. He stabbed a gnocchi, testing it first, then scooped up a mix of vegetables. The flavors blended perfectly—the slight crispness of the roasted gnocchi, the sweetness of the bell peppers, the tangy bite of feta. Eren had definitely gotten better at this.

„Not bad,” Levi muttered, which in Levi-speak was practically high praise.

Eren smirked. „Damn right it’s not bad.”

Levi shot him a look but didn’t argue. Instead, he took another bite before casually asking, „So, how was your day?”

Eren shrugged, chewing thoughtfully. „Pretty good. Finished up at Mike’s early, got some grocery shopping done. Oh—Rico emailed me.”

Levi arched an eyebrow. „Rolling Thunder Rico?”

„Yep.” Eren took a sip of wine, then leaned back in his chair. „She wants to talk about another gig. No details yet, but sounded like another photoshoot.”

Levi hummed, cutting into his chicken. „Gonna take it?”

„Depends on what it is, but probably. It’s easy money, and she’s cool to work with.”

Levi nodded approvingly. „As long as they’re not making you pose half-naked on some greasy-ass bike again.”

Eren laughed. „Aw, come on, you loved that calendar.”

Levi didn’t even try to deny it. „Damn right I did.” He smirked, taking a sip of his wine. „Still got it hanging, don’t I?”

Eren rolled his eyes, but his grin was undeniable. „Yeah, yeah. Hard to forget when I wake up to my own half-naked ass on the wall every morning.”

Levi smirked, completely unapologetic. „Good motivation to stay in shape.”

Eren pointed his fork at him. „You just like staring at me.”

Levi took another bite of his food, chewing slowly before responding. „And?”

Eren chuckled, warmth spreading through his chest. He liked that Levi enjoyed looking at him—liked that those pictures got a reaction out of him. Hell, he liked taking more just to see how Levi would react.

Eren smirked, leaning in just slightly, his voice dropping into something warm and teasing. „Yeah. You can have a look at the real thing whenever you want.” He let the words hang between them, watching Levi’s expression shift.

Levi gave him a long, slightly amused look, but his pupils darkened just a fraction, betraying the effect Eren had on him. He tilted his head, tapping his fingers against the rim of his glass. „Whenever I want?” he echoed, his voice smooth but edged with something unmistakable.

Eren shrugged, all faux nonchalance, but his grin was anything but innocent. „Yeah.”

Levi hummed, setting his glass down. „I’ll hold you to that.”

A shiver ran down Eren’s spine at the promise in Levi’s voice, but before he could escalate things further, Levi shifted gears.

„How’s the Harley?” he asked, cutting another bite of chicken. „Think it’s ready to hit the road?”

Eren exhaled through his nose, still smirking but letting the conversation move on. „It’ll be ready soon. Maybe two weeks, give or take.”

Levi nodded, seeming satisfied. „Good. So,” he glanced at Eren, „what do you think about a tour down to the coastline? See the ocean?”

Eren blinked, his eyes lighting up with excitement. „The ocean?”

Levi nodded, sipping his wine. „It’s a lot of miles, but maybe worth it.”

Eren leaned forward, excitement flickering in his eyes. „I’d love to see the ocean. That’s perfect.”

Levi shifted slightly in his seat, looking almost hesitant. „Do you… need to see something big on the trip?”

Eren’s gaze immediately dropped—though Levi’s crotch was hidden beneath the table, his brain filled in the blanks. His lips curled into a wicked grin. „Something big, yeah…”

Levi snorted. „Like the biggest ball of yarn or the world’s largest frying pan, dumbass.”

Eren blinked, completely irritated. „What the fuck? Why are you asking?”

Levi rolled his eyes, exhaling through his nose. „Isabel gave me shit for not being romantic, and Farlan mentioned ketchup.”

Eren stared at him, more confused than before. He frowned. „Okay…” He stretched out the word, still trying to connect the dots. Then, deciding it wasn’t worth the mental effort, he shrugged.

„No, I don’t need that—whatever it is.” His tone shifted, turning warm and teasing again. „The only big thing I like to see is right here.” He waggled his eyebrows.

Levi gave him an flat look, but the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed his amusement.

Eren’s grin softened just a bit. „But seriously, you don’t need to stress over anything cheesy. Just you, me, and the bikes. Maybe we stay a day or two at the beach, but otherwise… it’s a road trip, right? Something free, without rules, without everything planned out?”

Levi held his gaze for a moment, then let out a quiet breath, a small smile tugging at his lips. He reached across the table, his fingers brushing against Eren’s before he took his hand. His thumb traced slow circles over Eren’s knuckles, rough skin against rough skin, a silent reassurance. Then, without a word, he lifted Eren’s hand to his lips and pressed a firm, lingering kiss to it.

„Right,” he murmured, voice low and certain. Because Eren was right. And so was this.

Eren dug into his food, chewing thoughtfully before casually saying, „Something felt off today.”

Levi, who had just taken a sip of his wine, lowered his glass and gave Eren a sharp look. „What do you mean?” His tone was instantly suspicious, his posture straightening just slightly.

Eren shrugged, spearing a gnocchi with his fork. „I dunno, it was nothing, probably. Just—when I was at the store, I got this weird feeling. Like I was being watched.” He paused, twirling the fork between his fingers before popping the food into his mouth. „But there was no one there. It was just that thrill in my neck, you know? Like when you feel someone’s eyes on you, but when you turn around, there’s nothing.”

Levi’s expression didn’t shift, but his fingers tightened slightly around his wine glass.

Eren laughed it off, shaking his head. „I’m probably just on edge from the last few weeks. Too much on my mind.” He took another bite, chewing lazily before adding, „But then there was this guy in a car across from Mike’s.” He glanced at Levi. „Didn’t think much of it at first, but I could’ve sworn I’d seen him before. Just on some random occasion. Not that I could place where.”

Levi narrowed his eyes, his entire body tensing. His grip on his fork went firm, knuckles flexing as he mulled over Eren’s words.

„Who would be watching you?” Levi asked, voice calm but edged with something colder.

Eren lifted a shoulder, swallowing his food. „I have no clue. Like I said, maybe my mind’s just messing with me.”

Levi didn’t look convinced. His past, his ties to the underground scene, all made him wary of things like this. He knew better than to ignore gut feelings. And he especially knew that Eren’s instincts weren’t bad—he might not have Levi’s level of caution, but if something felt off, there was a chance it actually was.

Levi leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping. „How did the guy look? What kind of car?”

Eren blinked at him, hesitating for just a second before answering. He hadn’t expected Levi to take it so seriously.

Eren tilted his head, thinking. „Asian. I can’t tell if he was Japanese, Korean, or whatever.” He gestured vaguely with his fork. „Older guy. Round face, short black hair. Nothing really distinctive.”

Levi’s expression didn’t shift much, but Eren caught the way his grip tightened slightly around his glass.

„And the car?” Levi asked, his tone calm but with that underlying sharpness Eren knew meant he was already taking this seriously.

Eren frowned. „Just a random white Honda. Nothing special. Looked like any other car on the street.”

Then it clicked.

Eren’s fork paused mid-air, his mind snapping back to earlier moments. „Wait—shit.” He straightened slightly. „I saw that guy before.”

Levi’s gaze locked onto him. „Where?”

„At a traffic light.” Eren ran a hand through his hair, thinking. „And outside No Regrets the other day.” His eyes met Levi’s, unease creeping in now that he was saying it out loud. „I didn’t really pay attention at the time, but now…”

Levi set his fork down with a deliberate clink, his expression unreadable. But Eren had been with him long enough to know when Levi’s mind was working through something serious.

Eren huffed a laugh, trying to shake it off. „Probably just a coincidence, right?”

Levi didn’t answer immediately. His fingers tapped once against the table before he finally said, „Maybe.” But his eyes had darkened, his jaw set in a way that told Eren he wasn’t about to brush this off.

Levi didn’t ask anything more at the time, but as soon as they finished dinner, he grabbed his phone and muttered, „I’ll help with the dishes… just a moment.” Without another word, he strode off into the other room.

Eren narrowed his eyes, suspicion creeping in. Levi rarely brushed off responsibilities like that unless something serious was on his mind. Then, as he caught the faint sound of Levi greeting someone on the phone, his stomach twisted.

„Kenny.“

Eren abandoned the plates on the table and walked toward the bedroom. Levi hadn’t closed the door, so technically, it wasn’t eavesdropping—just… listening in.

Levi’s voice was low and gruff, all business. „Are there problems going on in your scene?” A pause. „Like with the Azumabitos?”

Eren frowned, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. He couldn’t hear Kenny’s response, but whatever the old bastard said, it didn’t seem to satisfy Levi.

Levi exhaled sharply, his free hand running through his hair in agitation. „Eren said he had a strange feeling someone was watching him…” His fingers tightened around the phone. „The fuck I know.” A tense silence followed before Levi cursed under his breath. „Tell your men to keep their eyes open for a Honda…”

Eren’s brow furrowed. Was he seriously calling in Kenny’s people over this?

Levi’s grip on the phone turned white-knuckled as Kenny must have said something snarky. Levi’s voice sharpened, slicing through the room. „Yeah, a damn fucking Honda. White. I know a shitload of those fucking cars are driving around. Asian guy.”

Eren’s jaw clenched. He hadn’t expected Levi to take it this seriously. Sure, it had been weird, but it wasn’t like Eren had been jumped or anything. Yet Levi—always sharp, always calculating—was already treating it like a potential threat.

And maybe that should have worried Eren. But instead, all he felt was a rush of warmth, his stomach twisting in a way that had nothing to do with nerves. Levi’s dark, unwavering protectiveness—it did something to him.

Eren could hear Levi muttering a few more curses as the conversation ended. There was a sharp, clipped „Thanks, Kenny,” followed by another string of curses under his breath. „If there’s someone out there making trouble… I’ll fucking cut their fingers off myself.”

Eren’s heart skipped a beat, but instead of backing away or pretending he hadn’t overheard, he leaned against the doorframe casually, crossing his arms. His gaze flicked to Levi, who had turned his back toward him, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

„Aren’t you overreacting?” Eren asked, his voice light, though the intensity of the moment wasn’t lost on him.

Levi stiffened, a tense silence hanging in the air for a heartbeat. Slowly, he turned around to face Eren, the sharpness in his eyes still there, though his posture relaxed a fraction. His expression didn’t soften, but there was a flicker of something in his gaze—something close to guilt, though Levi would never admit it.

„I’m not overreacting,” he said quietly, his voice low and serious. „If someone’s watching you, it means they’ve got intentions. And I don’t like anyone thinking they can get away with that.”

Eren met his gaze, tilting his head. „It’s probably nothing, Levi. Just some guy driving by.” He shrugged, attempting to brush off the tension.

Levi’s eyes narrowed, his lips curling into a small, displeased frown. „You don’t know that.”

Eren opened his mouth to protest, but Levi held up a hand to stop him. „You don’t get it, Eren. I’ve been through enough shit in my life to know better than to take things lightly. There are always people out there who don’t have your best interests in mind. I’d rather be overprotective now than regret it later. So yeah, I’m going to overreact. It’s better to be safe than sorry.”

The words hung between them, thick with meaning. Eren’s heart softened at the raw intensity in Levi’s voice, the protective edge sharp but full of something deeper. There was something more in his words, something that cut straight through to Eren’s chest.

Levi noticed the shift in Eren’s expression, and his face softened slightly. His jaw clenched for a second before he exhaled through his nose, rubbing his hand over his face.

Eren sighed, stepping fully into the room. „I get it, Levi,” he said, though his tone softened, a touch of affection hidden beneath his words. „But I can take care of myself, you know. You don’t have to get all… protective on me.”

Levi’s eyes softened just a touch, his lips quirking into a slight, almost imperceptible smile. „Yeah, I know.” He paused, his gaze flicking to Eren’s face before he spoke again, quieter this time. „But that doesn’t mean I’ll ever stop looking out for you.”

Eren met his gaze, something warm spreading through his chest at the sincerity in Levi’s words. He didn’t know if he should push it further, or just let it go. But for now, he’d settle with a simple, quiet nod.

Levi’s gaze softened, but the concern still lingered in his eyes. He exhaled, his voice quieter this time. „I just need to know you’re safe.”

Eren’s heart skipped a beat. „I am. With you.”

Levi’s expression darkened for a moment, the weight of his words settling between them. „No, you’re not.”

Eren froze for a heartbeat, the thrill of his words hitting him with unexpected intensity. Levi wasn’t just saying it—he meant it. And that truth stirred something inside of Eren, a mixture of excitement and deep trust. Levi was dangerous, intense, and he wasn’t the type to let anything slide. From the moment Eren met him, he’d been drawn into that pull—the mystery, the darkness that clung to Levi like a second skin.

As time has passed, Levi has opened up more to Eren, sharing pieces of his past—the dangerous choices he’s made, the dark parts of his history.

And Eren knew—Levi wasn’t just saying he’d protect him. He would protect him with everything he had. With a fierceness that was almost terrifying. Even if it meant cutting off fingers or worse.

Eren stepped closer, his body brushing against Levi’s as he slid his hands around Levi’s waist, fingers digging into the solid muscle of his side. His voice was quiet, but there was no mistaking the sincerity behind it. „I love you.”

Levi’s breath hitched, his chest rising with a quiet exhale, but he didn’t say anything. Eren leaned in, holding his gaze with a depth of emotion that made his chest tighten. He closed the distance between them, his lips finding Levi’s in a kiss that was more than just desire—it was full of everything Eren felt, everything he couldn’t put into words.

He kissed him with the feelings from deep out of his soul, pouring everything he had into that kiss, as if he could tell Levi how much he needed him, how much he trusted him, all in that single, intimate moment. There was only this—only Levi and Eren, and the undeniable connection they shared.

As their kiss broke, Eren’s breath came in ragged gasps, his chest rising and falling quickly, but his grin never faltered. His words came with a playful edge, masking the seriousness that lingered beneath. „Maybe I have to remind you that I’m not weak. I can take on a fight if I have to,” he said, his gaze challenging, the thrill of a potential cage fight still hanging in the air.

Levi’s eyes narrowed, studying Eren. „I know you can,” he replied calmly. Then, his voice took on a darker edge. „But I can too. Maybe it’s time to remind people what I’m capable of.”

Eren smirked, a thrill running through him. „Oh yeah?“

Levi gave a short, knowing laugh. „Yeah,” he muttered, stepping closer, his gaze darkening. „People forget, Eren. They forget what I’ve done, what I’m willing to do.”

Eren’s stomach twisted at the raw edge in Levi’s voice. He’d seen Levi like this before—the dangerous, unyielding side of him. It was a side that sent adrenaline rushing through his veins, a side that drew Eren in even more, even when he knew how dangerous it could be.

Eren knew Levi didn’t like to dwell on the past—the killings, the violence he’d had to endure, the things he’d done. He knew Levi carried those ghosts with him, even if he didn’t often speak about them. The scars from his past, both physical and emotional, had shaped the man he had become: cold, distant, and driven by a relentless need to survive.

Yet, despite the darkness that clung to him, Levi had never been one to retreat from the brutal realities of life. He had a calm, controlled demeanor that made it clear: when it came to violence, Levi didn’t hesitate. It wasn’t about craving bloodshed or chaos. It was about survival—and the need to remind everyone, including himself, that he wasn’t someone to be underestimated.

That ruthlessness had earned Levi a reputation in the underground cage fights. People feared him, not because of his size or strength, but because of the sheer efficiency with which he ended fights. Levi didn’t need to put on a show. One swift blow, one well-placed strike, and it was over. A quiet dominance, one that echoed the chilling warning: Don’t mess with me, or I will remind you exactly who I am. It was that stark, precise nature of Levi that made him both respected and feared in that world.

Eren understood the point of it all. The fights weren’t about proving anything to Levi. They were messages. Calculated displays of power, meant to send a clear signal. A quick, controlled fight, no wasted movement—Levi was still a force to be reckoned with. But it wasn’t just about showing everyone that Levi could win a fight. It was about protecting those he cared about, even if it meant stepping into that darkness again.

„Just… don’t do anything stupid,“ Eren said, his voice barely above a whisper, a hint of concern threading through his words.

Levi huffed, his lips curling into a smirk, eyes flickering with amusement. „You’re the one doing stupid shit,“ he teased, his voice dripping with dry humor. But there was something in his eyes, something softer, more vulnerable, that Eren didn’t miss. Levi’s gaze shifted, just enough for the edges of his usual coldness to fade.

„This isn’t about being stupid. It’s about being smart,” he corrected, his tone low and steady. „I don’t need you to worry. I’ll make sure the message gets through. No one messes with what’s mine. Not without consequences.”

Eren felt his heart race, his chest tightening with that familiar, thrilling fear. He knew Levi was dangerous, had always known. It was that dangerous side of him that had drawn Eren in from the start. But it wasn’t just Levi’s darkness that had captivated him; it was the whole, raw, unfiltered man. The part of Levi that wasn’t just about control or precision, but about being real, about showing the cracks beneath the surface.

Eren met his gaze, feeling the weight of those words settle deep within him. The intensity in Levi’s eyes made his pulse quicken, a rush of warmth spreading through his chest. It was dangerous, the way Levi could make him feel like this. But Eren had never been one to shy away from danger. And with Levi, he’d never felt more alive.

„I know you’ll handle it,” Eren murmured, his voice quieter now, tinged with a mix of admiration and apprehension. „But you still don’t need to do it. You’ve already proved enough.”

Levi smirked again, but this time there was a flash of something darker in his expression—something that hinted at a part of him Eren wasn’t sure he would ever fully understand. „I’m not proving anything. I’m reminding them,” he said, his voice a low, gravelly murmur. His body shifted, closing the space between them until there was barely an inch separating them. Levi’s presence was overwhelming, and Eren felt it—the weight of everything unsaid, the tension that crackled in the air between them.

Levi’s gaze never wavered as he looked up at Eren, his eyes searching, calculating. For a moment, his expression softened, the harshness of his usual demeanor slipping just enough for Eren to see the flicker of vulnerability beneath. But then Levi nodded, a slow, deliberate movement. „I need you to understand… when it comes to protecting you, nothing is off-limits.”

Eren swallowed hard, his thoughts racing as the implications of Levi’s words hit him like a punch to the gut. This wasn’t just a promise—it was a warning to everyone who might think they could harm him, someone making it clear that Levi would stop at nothing to protect those he loved. The darkness in Levi’s eyes wasn’t just for show. It was a part of him—one that ran deep and couldn’t be ignored.

Levi leaned in, his lips brushing Eren’s forehead in a tender kiss that felt like a silent vow. It was soft, almost too gentle for someone with so much power beneath the surface, but the way Levi pulled away just enough to meet his gaze told Eren everything. „I love you, too.“

Eren’s heart swelled at the sincerity in Levi’s voice. He knew Levi, better than anyone, and he understood that when Levi said something like that, he meant it with every part of him. „I know,” Eren whispered

Levi’s lips twitched into a small, affectionate smile, and Eren could feel the warmth in it. It wasn’t the smirk that usually accompanied his teasing. This was different. It was softer, more real.

„Good,” Levi murmured, before pulling Eren in for another kiss, this time deeper, more intense. His hands found their way around Eren’s waist, pulling him closer, as though the closeness would somehow erase the distance that had always lingered between them.

The kiss deepened, and as their lips met in a tangle of heat and need, Eren felt everything around them fade away. There was only Levi.

X

Chapter Text

No Regrets 2
Chapter 5 – Nipple Piercing 2

The next two days, Eren remained hyper-aware, his senses sharp, constantly scanning his surroundings without drawing attention to himself. Whether he was at the coffee shop, attending No Regrets, or heading to and from work at Mike’s, his eyes were always open, watching, waiting for anything that seemed out of place. The white Honda Civic he kept spotting wasn’t a definitive lead, though—it could’ve been any Honda, not the Honda. It wasn’t as if there was a noticeable difference in make or model, and no distinct markings to indicate it was the same car he’d seen before.

He’d caught a glimpse of the Asian man he thought had followed him in the coffee shop as well, but even then, Eren couldn’t be sure. The man didn’t seem to recognize him, and it could have just been a coincidence that they both frequented the same place. Nothing about it felt off, just… familiar, but that wasn’t enough to draw conclusions. Everything felt vague, inconclusive—a series of small observations with no clear pattern to confirm any suspicions. Eren wasn’t one to jump to conclusions without solid proof. After all, it wasn’t like anyone had made an overt threat or acted suspiciously, and it could have all been in his head.

Eren kept it all to himself. He didn’t mention it to Levi—not out of fear, but because there was no point in making a fuss over nothing. As much as he appreciated Levi’s protective nature and the way the older man would step in if needed, Eren didn’t want to make a bigger deal out of it than necessary. Levi already had enough to deal with, and Eren didn’t want to risk pushing things into overdrive when the situation hadn’t even escalated to something tangible.

So, he kept his eyes open, stayed vigilant, but ultimately, nothing came of it. No strange encounters, no confirmation of anything. Just the regular rhythm of his life, punctuated by moments of unease that didn’t seem to lead anywhere. It was frustrating, but at the same time, Eren knew he’d done what he could. If something was really going to happen, he’d be ready. Until then, all he could do was wait and keep watching.

Everything stayed quiet. The feeling of being watched never went away, but it also didn’t intensify. For now, that was enough.

X

When Eren stepped through the front door of *No Regret*s on Friday afternoon, the familiar pulse of heavy rock music hit him first, the deep bass thrumming through the shop like a steady heartbeat. The scent of ink, disinfectant, and faint traces of burning sage hung in the air, mixing oddly well with the sweeter aroma of coffee from the cups he carried. The shop was quiet at this hour, just the steady hum of a tattoo machine coming from the back, accompanied by muffled conversation.

Before he could take another step, Isabel’s bright smile greeted him, her expression lighting up as she immediately honed in on the takeaway coffee cups in his hands.

„Ooooh, coffee!” she practically sang, her green eyes gleaming with excitement as she reached for one of the cups.

They technically had a coffee machine in the shop, but nothing beat the real thing. No pod-brewed espresso could compare to the rich, velvety sweetness of a vanilla latte or the smooth bite of a caramel macchiato. Eren knew that well enough—hence why he always stopped by the café on his way here.

Isabel practically bounced on her heels as she inspected the cups, her signature twin pigtails swaying slightly. She had them clipped back with two elegant black rose hair barrettes, a detail that only added to her punk-meets-goth aesthetic. Today’s outfit leaned a little more feminine than usual: sheer black thigh-high stockings, held up by garter straps peeking from beneath a black-and-pink striped skirt. She’d paired it with a simple black top that had dramatic puffy sleeves, adding a bit of vintage flair to the otherwise edgy look. Her boots, though—those were pure chaos. Chunky, platformed, with heavy silver chains wrapped around the laces. A pink leather choker sat snug around her neck, a silver heart-shaped charm dangling at the front.

Eren smirked as he handed over the vanilla latte macchiato, eyes flicking over her outfit before shaking his head in approval.

„Damn, Isabel, you look sexy as hell today,” he complimented with a grin.

She beamed, accepting the coffee with an exaggerated bat of her lashes. „Oh, coffee and flattery? You sure know how to treat a lady.” She took a deep sip, humming in satisfaction before flashing him a thumbs-up. „Vanilla. Perfect. Exactly what I needed.”

Eren chuckled and tapped his caramel macchiato against hers in a mock toast. „You’re welcome.”

Isabel leaned against the front counter, idly drumming her black nails against the surface before tilting her head at him. „Sooo, I saw Levi booked you in for a piercing appointment today,” she said, her tone turning mischievous. Her eyes flicked over him, scanning him up and down like she was playing a guessing game. „Hmm… no face piercings this time?”

Eren shook his head, going along with the game.

„Not the belly button,” she continued, tapping a finger against her chin in mock contemplation. „You’ve got the body for it, but it’d look way too feminine on you.” Then, a devilish grin spread across her lips. „Ah—dick piercing? I hear it intensifies the male orgasm.”

Eren nearly choked on his coffee, laughing. „Absolutely not,” he said, shaking his head firmly. „I’m not letting a needle anywhere near my dick.” He took a sip of his macchiato before adding, „I appreciate it on Levi, but no. I’m getting my other nipple done.”

Isabel smacked her palm against the counter, grinning triumphantly. „Knew it! Second nipple—it’s the symmetry, right? It’s gonna look so good, Eren. You’re gonna kill that look.”

She practically buzzed with enthusiasm, nodding to herself before glancing toward the wall of framed artwork and photos. „Maybe we can even get a new picture for the shop,” she mused, pointing at an old photo hanging beside the tattoo design displays that Levi and Farlan had done over the years.

Eren followed her gaze, smirking when he saw the familiar image of himself. In the picture, he was shirtless, his first nipple piercing gleaming under the shop lights, his tongue piercing visible as he stuck his tongue out in a playful, flirtatious way. It had been a fun shoot, meant to tease Levi.

„Yeah, why not?” Eren agreed, taking another sip of his drink.

„Oh, speaking of pictures!” Isabel perked up. „Did you get a new job with Rolling Thunder? Levi mentioned something.”

Eren raised an eyebrow. „Levi told you, huh?” A smirk tugged at his lips. „Yeah, I got an email from them, but I still need to meet with Rico to go over the details. We’ll see.”

Not that he had any real doubts—unless it was something way out of his wheelhouse, he was already leaning toward taking the job.

Isabel grinned, nudging his arm. „Keep me updated. You know I’m your biggest fan—right after Levi, of course.”

Eren snorted. „Yeah, yeah.”

Isabel jerked her thumb toward the back of the shop. „Speaking of, Levi’s in the back finishing up with Farlan.”

Eren nodded in thanks before making his way toward the studio rooms. As he passed through the shop, he felt that familiar warmth settle in his chest. *No Regrets* wasn’t just a tattoo parlor—it was a home, a family.

Eren crossed the room, nodding in acknowledgment to the client who was just leaving, their new tattoo looking fresh and vibrant. They gave Isabel a smile and handed over payment, a pleased look on their face as they admired their ink.

As Eren moved toward the back of the shop, he noticed Levi in the process of cleaning and disinfecting his station, as meticulous as always. His movements were fluid and precise, the kind of routine that showed how much Levi cared about the space, the work, and the clients. Farlan was still working, focused on adding the final touches to an intricate jungle-themed full-arm sleeve—a masterpiece of design. The jaguar’s mouth was wide open in a fierce snarl, revealing rows of sharp teeth, while surrounding it were various plants and flowers, their vibrancy contrasting the intensity of the jaguar’s gaze.

„Hey,” Eren greeted the two of them, his voice full of admiration as he took in the work. „Shit, that looks awesome!”

Farlan, who had been focused on perfecting the detailing, looked up from his work and flashed a proud smile. He reached out to accept the coffee Eren handed him, setting it aside on a table since he couldn’t break his concentration just yet. The client, who had been observing, gave Eren a proud smile of their own, clearly happy with how it was all coming together.

Eren couldn’t help but smile as he made his way toward Levi, his steps slowing as he approached the man who meant everything to him. Levi’s back was turned, but Eren couldn’t resist. He slipped an arm around Levi’s waist and pressed a soft kiss to his neck, right on the „Wings of Freedom“ symbol—Levi’s own personal tattoo and the emblem of the shop. It had always held significance for Levi, Isabel, and Farlan, symbolizing more than just ink. And now it held the same meaning for Eren too—it was a part of who they were, a reminder of their journey and the strength they had together.

Levi lifted an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips as he turned his head to meet Eren’s gaze, pressing a kiss to his lips in return. The usual quiet intensity in Levi’s expression softened, just for a moment.

Eren pulled back slightly, his smile playful as he reached into the bag he was carrying and retrieved a small cup. „I’ve got rooibush orange tea for you,” he murmured, setting it down on the counter next to Levi.

Levi’s eyes flickered to the cup, and then back to Eren. „Thanks.” He wiped down his tattoo chair one last time before taking the tea, his fingers brushing lightly against Eren’s as he accepted it. It was a small gesture, but the warmth in Levi’s eyes when he looked at Eren told him everything he needed to know.

Eren lingered for a moment longer, watching as Levi sipped the tea, his focus now back on his work. There was something about the simple moments like this, the quiet intimacy in the midst of their busy day, that made Eren feel grounded.

Eren leaned against the desk, his eyes tracing Levi’s form as the man continued to focus on his work.

Levi’s outfit that day was a striking mix of rugged edginess and raw, effortless cool. His black, fitted t-shirt was more than just basic—ist material was slightly distressed, as if it had seen ist share of battles. The fabric clung to his body, showing off the lean muscle of his chest and arms, the edges of the sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal the dark tattoos that spiraled across his skin. One sleeve had intricate lines of sharp geometric shapes, while the other boasted a jagged design that ran from his shoulder down to his wrist—each tattoo with ist own meaning, a part of his history.

His pants were black, but far from ordinary. The fabric was tough, designed for action, but with a sleek, high-end finish. They hugged his hips and thighs before tapering down to his calves, where silver zippers lined the inner seams, adding an industrial edge. The pants had a faded, worn look at the knees, making it clear they weren’t just for show. They were made for movement.

The boots were the real statement piece—black combat boots, but far from traditional. The leather was matte and thick, worn with a purposeful edge, with metal spikes running down the sides of the boots and around the ankles. The soles were reinforced, making a heavy thud with each step. On the outer side of each boot was a small, engraved skull, ist eyes gleaming silver, like a warning.

A few well-placed silver rings adorned his fingers—slightly tarnished but each one with an intricate design. His only accessory was a thin, silver chain hanging loosely around his neck, the pendant an abstract symbol of strength—dark, minimal, and entirely fitting for him.

Levi’s style wasn’t just clothing—it was a statement. It told anyone who looked at him that he was a man who walked in his own world, untouchable and unapologetic.

„Damn…” Eren muttered, his voice low, an involuntary grin tugging at his lips as his eyes traced the curves and sharp lines of Levi’s form. Every inch of him seemed to challenge the world, and yet, Eren knew he was the only one who had the privilege of doing so.

Eren couldn’t help but linger on the curve of Levi’s ass. The sight made his breath hitch slightly, and he licked his lips without thinking.

Levi smirked, glancing over his shoulder at Eren. „Damn, huh? Your mind’s already in the gutter again.“

Eren chuckled, unable to stop himself. „Can’t help it,“ he said with a shrug, his eyes still lingering on Levi.

Levi raised an eyebrow, giving Eren a knowing look. „Keep it together,“ he said bluntly, turning back to his station. „We’ve got a piercing to do.“

In the back, Farlan finished up the final touches on his tattoo. The client, visibly pleased, leaned back to inspect the intricate jungle scene that now covered his arm. The jaguar’s sharp teeth seemed to come to life, and the plants and flowers surrounding it gave the piece a sense of movement, like a living, breathing wild landscape.

Farlan wiped his hands on a cloth, then looked up at the client. „Alright, man, you’re all done,” he said with a smile. „You can head out front. Isabel will give you the aftercare instructions, and if you’re okay with it, we’ll snap a picture of the tattoo. Then you can settle up with her.”

The client smiled, nodding in appreciation. „Thanks, man. It looks awesome.”

„No problem. Take care of it, alright?” Farlan replied, patting the client on the shoulder as he stood up to leave.

As the client walked toward the front of the shop, Farlan stretched his arms, content with the work. He gave a small nod to Eren, who was leaning against the counter, watching him.

„Another one down,” Farlan muttered, wiping a bit of ink from his gloves before disposing of them.

Eren nodded, giving Farlan a thumbs-up. „Looks amazing, as usual.“

Farlan smirked, rolling his eyes, but his pride was clear. „What can I say? I’m just that good.”

Levi shot Farlan a sideways glance, smirking slightly. „Yeah, yeah, don’t get cocky,“ he muttered, his tone a mix of amusement and authority. „Just clean up your workstation.“

Farlan, knowing how to take Levi’s jabs with ease, flashed a playful salute. „Yes, Boss,“ he said with a grin, grabbing the disinfectant and moving to tidy up his area.

Levi’s lips curled into a smirk as he watched Farlan get to work. „Good,“ he added with a nod before turning his attention back to Eren.

Levi cocked his head toward the back. „Come on, brat. Follow me,“ he said, already moving toward a smaller, more private room set up specifically for piercings.

Eren smirked, trailing after him. The room was familiar, intimate. A sleek tattoo chair sat in the center, flanked by trays of sterilized equipment—needles, clamps, gloves, antiseptic wipes, and a piercing gun, though Levi preferred freehand work with a hollow needle. The faint scent of disinfectant mixed with the lingering notes of leather and metal.

The music from the shop followed them, quieter now but still present. The gritty, sultry tones of „Tear You Apart“ by She Wants Revenge filled the space, the opening lyrics cutting through the silence:

„Got a big plan, this mindset maybe ist right
At the right place and right time, maybe tonight
And the whisper or handshake sending a sign
Wanna make out and kiss hard, wait never mind…“

The song stirred something in Eren—a mix of anticipation and nostalgia. He remembered the first time he’d sat in this very chair, nervous and excited, desperate for an excuse to talk to Levi, to flirt with him, to catch his attention. Back then, Levi had been untouchable, just an intriguing, brooding presence in the shop. Now? Now Levi was his.

Without waiting for instructions, Eren pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. He already knew the drill. More than that, he knew the thrill. His body hummed with it, with the way Levi’s hands would touch him, how he’d drag this out, make him wait, make him feel.

Eren leaned back in the chair, his legs parting slightly, heat pooling low in his stomach. He took a deep breath, locking eyes with Levi, his expression laced with unspoken challenge.

Levi’s lip curled just slightly, amusement flickering in his dark eyes as he took in Eren’s eagerness. Without a word, he reached out, his gaze tracing over Eren’s toned chest before his fingers brushed over his unpierced nipple. He flicked his thumb over it, teasing.

„What a good boy,“ Levi murmured, voice low and deliberate. „Getting ready for me like this.“

Eren swallowed hard, his breath hitching. Levi knew exactly what he wanted. And fuck – please!

Levi leaned down, bracing his hands on the armrests, hovering over Eren. Strands of black hair fell into his sharp, grey eyes as he locked onto Eren’s gaze.

„You remember how this goes?“ Levi asked, voice not exactly professional—like he was reminding Eren of something other than just how a piercing was done.

Eren swallowed hard, but before he could answer, Levi’s knee pressed between his legs, right against the growing heat of his arousal.

„It’s cute in a way, till you cannot speak
And you leave to have a cigarette, your knees get weak…“

The lyrics pulsed through the room, vibrating in Eren’s ears, syncing with the thrum of his heartbeat.

„Get you hard first,“ Levi murmured, his voice dark and teasing.

Eren gasped, breath hitching. His cheeks flushed—not from embarrassment, but from the sheer thrill of it. Levi smirked, circling his knee slightly, applying just the right amount of friction. His gaze never wavered. He was in control, and he knew exactly what he was doing.

„An escape is just a nod and a casual wave
Obsessed about it, heavy for the next two days…“

„First, I disinfect the area,“ Levi said smoothly, as if he wasn’t teasing Eren into a mess. He reached for an antiseptic wipe, dragging it slowly over Eren’s nipple, the cool sensation making him shiver.

„Then I mark the entry and exit points,“ Levi continued, grabbing a surgical marker. He leaned in, the warmth of his breath ghosting over Eren’s skin as he carefully placed two precise dots.

Eren was barely listening—too focused on the heat pooling low in his stomach, the way Levi’s presence alone had him dizzy.

„Clamp to hold it in place,“ Levi murmured, reaching for the tool. „And then—“ He let the words hang, smirking as he gave Eren just a little more pressure with his knee.

Levi’s voice dropped lower, eyes dark. „The needle goes through.“

The sharp sting of the needle sliced through Eren’s skin, sending a hot wave of pain that melted into the coil of arousal already gripping his body. He bit his lip hard, suppressing a moan, but his cock betrayed him—twitching, leaking against the fabric of his pants as Levi worked.

„I want to hold you close
Skin pressed against me tight
Lie still, and close your eyes, girl
So lovely, it feels so right…“

The song pulsed through the air, syncing with the electric tension between them.

Levi’s hands moved with practiced precision. He pushed the hollow piercing needle through Eren’s nipple in one fluid motion, the sharp point exiting cleanly through the other side. The pain was sharp, biting—but Eren craved it, felt it mix with the heat pooling low in his stomach. His breath stuttered, muscles tensing beneath Levi’s firm, steady touch.

Without missing a beat, Levi followed through, sliding the cannula in place over the needle to keep the fresh wound open. Then, with smooth efficiency, he threaded the jewelry—a small, high-quality titanium barbell—through the hollow tube before carefully removing the cannula. With a final twist, he secured the barbell’s ends, ensuring the jewelry sat snugly against Eren’s flushed, sensitive skin.

Levi’s expression remained focused, but Eren caught the way his jaw clenched—the slight tension in his throat, the way his own arousal pressed thick against the front of his pants. He wasn’t unaffected. Not by this. Not by him.

Eren let out a low moan as the cool metal settled against his overheated skin, the weight of it sending a shiver down his spine. Levi exhaled slowly, tearing off his gloves and tossing them into the bin without breaking eye contact. His gaze raked over Eren’s body, dark and hungry.

„Fuck, you look hot,“ Levi muttered, voice rough, raw.

His hands skimmed over Eren’s chest, avoiding the freshly pierced nipple but mapping out the rest of his skin, possessive and teasing. His knee was still pressed between Eren’s legs, still applying that torturous pressure that had Eren’s breath coming in ragged gasps.

„I want to hold you close
Soft breasts, beating heart
As I whisper in your ear
I want to fucking tear you apart“

„Alright,“ Levi said, his voice leveling as he moved back into professionalism—well, as much as he could in this situation. „Now for the aftercare. You’re keeping this clean, twice a day, with saline solution. No twisting, no touching with dirty hands.“ His fingers traced idly over Eren’s collarbone as he spoke. „No soap, no alcohol, no peroxide—just sterile saline. Got it?“

Eren nodded, barely hearing him over the pulse in his ears.

Levi smirked. „And no fucking with it—literally. No oral, no rough play, no tugging on it for at least a few weeks.“ His thumb brushed dangerously close to the fresh piercing but never touched, his teasing intentional.

Eren let out a shaky breath, shifting under Levi’s weight. „You really expect me to follow those rules?“

Levi’s breath was hot against Eren’s skin, his words laced with that quiet authority that always sent a shiver down Eren’s spine. „I expect you to do as I say.“

Then, without warning, Levi’s teeth sank into the side of Eren’s neck—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make him feel it, sharp and claiming. The sting sent a jolt of pleasure straight through him, and before Eren could even catch his breath, Levi’s tongue flicked over the spot, soothing the bite with a slow, wet drag. His lips followed, pressing open-mouthed kisses against the sensitive skin, each one deliberate, each one sending heat pooling low in Eren’s stomach.

Eren moaned, the sound filling the small room, blending into the last fading notes of the song until the next track started. The shift in music barely registered—his entire world had narrowed down to Levi, to the way his hands gripped his waist, firm and possessive.

Eren’s hips bucked up involuntarily, his cock straining against the tight denim of his jeans. He tilted his head to the side, offering more, needing more. „Levi—“ his voice came out breathless, needy.

Levi chuckled, low and rough. „So fucking easy,“ he muttered, fingers pressing into Eren’s sides just enough to make him squirm. „You can’t even sit still for five minutes.“

Eren huffed a laugh, but it broke into another sharp inhale when Levi’s tongue traced up to his jaw, his breath hot and teasing against his ear. „Not my fault,“ Eren rasped, barely holding himself together. „You’re the one getting me worked up in the middle of a damn piercing session.“

Levi pulled back just enough to meet Eren’s gaze, his lips curling into a smirk. „Yeah?“ He raised a brow, voice dripping with amusement. „My fault, huh? I show you what’s my fault.“

Eren’s breath hitched, his body jerking at the sudden pressure of Levi’s hand on his hard leght. „Fuck—“ His fingers dug into the armrest, knuckles turning white as Levi’s palm flattened against him, pressing down just right.

Levi hummed, voice low and mocking. „Yeah, that’s what I thought.“ His fingers curled slightly, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over the damp fabric. „You’re already making a mess, and I barely touched you.“

Eren groaned, his hips shifting, chasing more friction, but Levi asked, tightening his grip just enough to hold him still. „So needy,“ Levi murmured, eyes locked onto Eren’s face, watching every reaction.

Eren’s lips parted, breath ragged, his chest rising and falling fast. The cool metal of his new piercing sent little shocks of sensation through him with every subtle movement, adding to the dizzying mix of pain and pleasure. Levi knew exactly what he was doing, knew exactly how to push him to the edge without giving him enough to tip over.

„Levi…“ Eren’s voice was barely a whisper, desperate.

Levi smirked, his hand slowing to a teasing drag. „Told you to keep it together,“ he reminded him, his tone all dark amusement. „Think you can do that for me, Eren?“

Levi’s fingers moved with practiced ease as he unbuttoned Eren’s pants, the metallic sound of the zipper filling the quiet room. Without hesitation, his hand slipped inside, warmth meeting warmth as he pressed against the hard length beneath Eren’s underwear. Their eyes locked, and Levi’s pupils widened, drinking in the way Eren shuddered under his touch.

A desperate moan escaped Eren’s lips, unrestrained and needy. He pushed up into Levi’s palm, seeking more friction, more of that unbearable pleasure.

Levi smirked, his grip tightening just slightly. He loved seeing Eren unravel like this, body taut with desire, breath coming in shallow pants. „Damn,” he murmured, voice low and rough. „You’re always so fucking hot.”

His fingers curled around the waistband of Eren’s pants, tugging them down with deliberate slowness. Eren lifted his hips to help, just enough for Levi to push them past his thighs. His cock sprang free—thick, flushed, the tip slick with arousal, a patch of dark curls framing the base. The sterile scent of the clinic was quickly overtaken by the musky heat of Eren’s desire, raw and intoxicating.

Levi’s tongue flicked out over his lips as he took in the sight, his own arousal straining against the fabric of his pants. The anticipation between them was electric, humming through the air like a storm about to break.

Before dropping to his knees, Levi unbuttoned his pants, a low groan escaping his lips as the painful tension around his cock finally began to ease. He pushed the waistband of his black pants down, just enough to free his erection. Eren’s lip trembled, a soft moan slipping from him as he watched, desperate to see and feel more of Levi. The piercing beneath Levi’s flushed tip caught the light, gleaming brightly in the room, adding to the intensity of the moment. Levi wrapped a hand around his cock, giving himself a few slow, deliberate strokes.

Outside, faint music echoed through the walls, and distant voices—maybe Isabel and Farlan, or perhaps a customer—drifted in. Eren’s mind was hazy, his breath shallow. He bit his lip, a rush of anticipation building. „Is the door locked?“ he asked, his voice a mix of desire and uncertainty.

Levi’s smirk deepened, his eyes flashing with a mischievous gleam. „No,“ he replied, his tone dripping with confidence. „The fucking door isn’t locked.“

He lowered himself onto the floor between Eren’s legs, spreading them as far as the jeans allowed. His gaze lifted to meet Eren’s, the teasing glint in his eyes unmistakable.

„And we both know you don’t give a damn.“ He teased, his fingers lightly grazing Eren’s inner thighs before he looked up again. „You fucking like it.“

Levi took hold of Eren’s cock, the motion slow and steady, building up a steady rhythm. He squeezed the base gently before running his thumb over the tip, feeling the heat radiating off Eren’s skin.

„You’ll let everyone watch as I get you off,“ Levi murmured, his voice low and commanding, „because you’re mine, baby.“

The moan that tore from Eren’s lungs was a raw, involuntary reaction to Levi’s words, intensified by the feel of Levi’s lips closing around him—hot, soft, and wet. Each movement was slow and deliberate, the suction pulling him deeper, making Eren’s entire body tremble with pleasure. His hands gripped the edges of the tattoo chair, fingers digging into the leather as he fought to contain the louder cry threatening to escape.

Levi’s breath came heavy, his lips glistening with saliva as he pulled back for a moment. „Shit, come on, let me hear you,“ he murmured, his voice thick with desire. „You sound so hot, Eren… so perfect.“ Without another word, he closed his lips back around Eren’s pulsing cock, taking him deep, his movements slow and steady as he intensified the pleasure with each shift.

Levi’s head bobbed up and down, strands of black hair brushing against Eren’s skin, but he barely noticed. All he could focus on was the burning heat pooling in his core, the way Levi’s tongue set him on fire—licking over his cock like flickering flames, consuming him completely. Levi’s mouth was wet and tight, drawing him in with every movement. Eren’s hips jerked upward without control, his breath coming in ragged pants as he gripped the armrests of the tattoo chair.

His mind was hazy, lost in the intoxicating sight of Levi on his knees, dark eyes locking onto his—smoky with eyeliner, filled with something raw and hungry. One of Levi’s hands held his hip in place, firm and steady, as his tongue traced along the sensitive underside of Eren’s cock before teasing over his balls.

„Damn, you taste so good,” Levi murmured, his voice thick with heat. He licked again, slower this time, savoring it. „Come on, Eren, come in my mouth.”

Eren moaned, his body already teetering on the edge, every nerve lit up under Levi’s touch.

Levi took him in again, lips wrapping around him with practiced ease, tongue swirling over sensitive spots, sucking just right—firm, hot, and relentless. The wet sound of it, the slow drag of Levi’s mouth, the slight pressure as he hollowed his cheeks, sent pleasure spiraling through Eren’s core. His cock throbbed, swelling, the heat in his belly twisting tighter and tighter. His muscles flexed, thighs trembling as his hips jerked up, seeking more, chasing that addictive friction. Levi took it all, meeting every movement, his grip firm on Eren’s hips, holding him in place but still letting him lose control.

Eren’s head fell back against the tattoo chair, his back arching, breath coming in heavy, broken gasps. He could barely think, barely register anything beyond the unbearable pleasure pulsing through him. The air in the dimly lit studio felt thick, charged with heat. Distantly, the faint sound of music and muffled voices seeped through the walls, a reminder of the world outside—but it didn’t matter. Not when Levi was here, between his legs, sucking him down so perfectly it made his mind go blank.

„Levi… oh shit, Levi…“ Eren moaned, voice cracking, his fingers gripping the armrests with white-knuckled desperation. His entire body tensed as his climax tore through him, sudden and overwhelming. A shudder wracked his frame as he spilled into Levi’s mouth, pleasure crashing over him in waves.

He barely registered Levi moaning around him, barely noticed the way Levi hummed in satisfaction, only distantly aware of the warmth of Levi’s hands still holding him steady. His vision blurred for a moment, his breath coming in ragged pants, heart pounding so hard he could feel it in his ears.

For a few blissful seconds, nothing else existed. Not the tattoo shop. Not the possibility of someone walking in. Just this—Levi between his legs, his cock still pulsing with the aftershocks, and the lingering heat of Levi’s mouth.

Nothing else mattered.

Levi let go of Eren with a satisfied grin, his lips glistening as he slowly crawled up over him. His movements were deliberate, controlled—like a predator closing in on ist prey. His dark eyes burned with hunger as he reached for Eren’s throat, fingers curling around it, applying just enough pressure to make Eren’s breath hitch. Then, without hesitation, he crashed his mouth against Eren’s in a deep, possessive kiss.

Eren’s eyes fluttered open, dazed, only to widen as he realized—Levi hadn’t swallowed. The slick heat of his release pooled between their tongues as Levi pushed it into his mouth, making him taste himself. A low, satisfied growl rumbled from Levi’s throat between kisses.

„Taste yourself,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. „You’re so good for me. Now swallow, yeah? Be good.”

His thumb stroked along Eren’s throat, pressing gently over his Adam’s apple, feeling the way it moved as Eren obeyed, swallowing down everything Levi had given him. A shiver ran through Eren’s body, his breath shaky, his face still flushed with the lingering ecstasy of his release.

Levi smirked, watching him intently, his grip loosening just enough to let Eren breathe deeply again. And then, with a lazy, blissed-out smile, Eren leaned up, brushing his lips against Levi’s in a softer, slower kiss—one that spoke of gratitude, submission, and the intoxicating pleasure still humming through his veins.

Levi, still painfully hard, didn’t waste any time. Straddling Eren on the tattoo chair, he planted his knees firmly on either side of him, his posture dominant, demanding. The message was clear. His cock—flushed, thick, and achingly hard—hovered right in front of Eren’s lips, so close Eren could feel the heat radiating from it.

Eren’s pulse quickened. His breath hitched as he stared, mesmerized. Damn, he loved Levi’s cock—he could suck it for hours, savoring every inch, every reaction. His mouth practically watered at the sight.

„Now open up,“ Levi murmured, voice low and rough with need. His hand cupped Eren’s face first, thumb stroking along his jaw with surprising gentleness before sliding into his brown hair. His grip tightened, firm but not forceful, guiding Eren exactly where he wanted him.

Eren parted his lips without hesitation, letting Levi push the head of his cock past them, his tongue instinctively pressing against the underside.

Levi groaned, his grip tightening in Eren’s hair. „Fuck, yes… such a perfect mouth.“ His words were breathy, almost reverent, like he was losing himself in the moment.

Eren flicked his tongue over the tip, tasting the bead of precum that had formed there, the saltiness mixing with the lingering trace of his own release from earlier. The contrast sent a shiver down his spine. His lips closed around the swollen head, sucking lightly before his tongue found the cool metal of Levi’s piercing, tracing over it, teasing.

Levi let out a sound between a gasp and a growl, his hips twitching forward, his cock sliding deeper into Eren’s mouth, stretching his lips around the thickness of it. His breath came in short, unsteady pants, his body taut with tension.

The air between them was thick, charged with heat. The faint hum of music and muffled voices from outside barely registered in Eren’s mind. In this moment, nothing else existed—only Levi above him, the weight of him, the taste of him, and the raw hunger that neither of them could resist.

Levi held Eren’s head firmly by his hair, the slight burn of the grip adding a delicious edge to the pleasure on Eren’s side. He thrust into the wet heat of Eren’s mouth, losing himself in the overwhelming sensation. The tightness, the warmth—it was almost too much.

Eren moaned around Levi’s cock, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure straight to his core. He took it eagerly, as if being filled like this was the best thing in the world, as if he wanted nothing more than to please Levi, to give him everything. The need, the devotion in the way Eren took him made Levi’s head spin.

Heat coiled tighter in Levi’s stomach, building fast, spreading in waves through his entire body. His breathing turned ragged, his muscles tensing as he glanced down, taking in the sight before him.

Eren was breathtaking. His cheeks were flushed, a deep shade of red, and his half-lidded eyes—dark, glassy, and full of something unreadable—gazed up at Levi, unwavering.

Levi’s cock glistened with saliva as it slid in and out of Eren’s swollen lips, each movement slick and smooth.

Pleasure mixed with something deeper, something raw and unspoken. Love. It hit Levi like a punch to the chest every time. Every day.

„Shit, you’re so beautiful… so perfect,“ he moaned, the words spilling from his lips before he could stop them. His fingers flexed in Eren’s hair, his hips stuttering forward. „Perfect mouth to fuck like this. So good…“

Eren hummed around him in response, the soft vibration pushing Levi straight to the edge. The pressure in his stomach snapped, heat exploding through him like wildfire.

„Oh fuck… gonna cum. Swallow it down, baby,“ Levi groaned, his voice breaking.

His hips jerked forward, burying himself deep in Eren’s throat as his release hit, hard and fast. A rush of heat flooded his veins, his entire body going taut as pleasure crashed through him in sharp, blinding waves. He trembled, muscles locking as he spilled into Eren’s mouth, the intensity leaving him breathless.

Levi pulled out slowly, and Eren’s tongue instinctively followed, eager to chase the lingering taste. He licked around the head of Levi’s cock, savoring every last drop, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction.

„So eager,“ Levi murmured, his voice still rough from pleasure. He exhaled deeply, his chest rising and falling in heavy breaths as he gazed down at Eren, utterly wrecked and utterly beautiful. „So fucking perfect, Eren.“

A satisfied, blissful smile stretched across Eren’s lips as he leaned back against the tattoo chair, completely relaxed, basking in the afterglow. His body felt weightless, his mind foggy in the best way. The warm hum of pleasure still pulsed faintly in his veins, making his limbs feel pleasantly heavy.

Levi leaned down, brushing a kiss against Eren’s forehead, then his cheek, before finally capturing his lips. The kiss was slow, lingering—almost tender. Their tongues moved in a lazy, sensual dance, tasting each other, sharing the aftermath of what they had just experienced.

When Levi finally pulled away, he let his fingers trace Eren’s jaw for a moment before shifting off the chair. Looking around, he spotted the paper towels on a nearby counter. He grabbed a few, wiping himself clean of the mix of saliva and release before tucking his softening cock back into his pants, adjusting the waistband comfortably.

Then his focus returned entirely to Eren.

With careful, deliberate movements, Levi cleaned him up as well, his touch unexpectedly gentle as he wiped away the remnants of their shared moment. He tugged Eren’s jeans back up, securing the zipper and fastening the button, his fingers brushing lightly over Eren’s stomach in the process.

His touch lingered as he stroked Eren’s side, his thumb tracing soothing circles over his hip. He exhaled softly, a small smirk tugging at his lips before he murmured, „You really are beautiful, you know that?“ His voice was quieter now, tinged with something softer, something real.

Levi pressed one last kiss against Eren’s temple before pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. „You always take me so damn well, Eren. So fucking good for me.“

Eren, still lost in the haze of pleasure, let out a small, contented hum, his lips curling into a lazy smile. His body, his heart, his entire being—he was Levi’s, and in this moment, that was the only thing that mattered.

Levi handed Eren his shirt, his eyes flicking over his bare skin one last time before muttering, „Don’t get cold, you’re shivering.“

Eren chuckled as he took the shirt, shaking his head. They both knew damn well it wasn’t from the cold—it was from Levi, from the lingering high still buzzing through his veins. Still, he slipped it over his head, murmuring, „Thanks.“

Levi didn’t move away immediately. His fingers brushed along Eren’s side, a lingering touch that sent a final shiver down his spine. His gaze, still dark with satisfaction, locked onto Eren’s for a moment before he exhaled and straightened.

„Come on, get up,“ Levi said, nudging Eren’s thigh. „I need to clean up, and I still have a shop to run.“

Eren groaned dramatically, throwing his head back against the chair. „Give me a minute, damn… You just wrecked me, and now you’re kicking me out?“

Levi smirked, reaching down to flick Eren’s forehead. „I didn’t say you had to leave, dumbass. Just get off my damn chair.“

Eren huffed, but the lazy grin on his face stayed as he finally pushed himself up. He was still a little shaky, and Levi noticed—the way his hands hovered, just in case, the way his sharp eyes followed every movement.

Eren caught it, and before Levi could step away, he grabbed his wrist, pulling him in just close enough to press a soft kiss to his jaw. „You take care of me, Levi,“ he murmured „That’s so sweet of you.“ His voice wasn’t teasing this time—it was soft, honest.

Levi stilled for a second. Then he sighed, shaking his head as if Eren was being ridiculous—but the way his fingers curled briefly against Eren’s hip said otherwise.

„Tch.“ Levi pulled away with one last lingering touch before grabbing the disinfectant. „Get your ass out of my chair before I pierce something else.“

After cleaning up properly, Eren and Levi stepped back into the main room of the shop. Farlan was already getting everything ready and making sure the place was spotless for the next day.

As soon as he spotted them, his eyes flicked over their appearance—Eren’s hair a mess in his bun, his cheeks still slightly flushed, lips curved in that unmistakable grin. Levi wasn’t much better, his usual composure slightly cracked, his own face holding the faintest flush. And, of course, there was that damn glimmer in Eren’s eyes.

Farlan huffed, shaking his head as he wiped down one of the workstations. Yeah, they weren’t exactly subtle. Not to mention, he’d heard them. They were lucky no clients had been around.

„You two are lucky the shop was empty,“ he muttered, raising a brow as he tossed a rag into the cleaning bin. „Not exactly quiet, were you?“

Levi scoffed, reaching up to fix his hair as if that would somehow erase the evidence. „Tch. Mind your damn business.“

Farlan just laughed. He’d known Levi for half his life. They had shared rooms, apartments, everything. There wasn’t much that could put him off guard. But this? This was something new. Levi had always been strict about keeping things clean, professional. The man had literally lectured them on „no dirty shit in the tattoo shop.“

And yet, here he was, breaking his own damn rule like it didn’t even exist.

Farlan shook his head again, muttering, „Yeah, right, my ass,“ before turning back to his cleaning.

Eren, meanwhile, just grinned, looking way too pleased with himself. „C’mon, Farlan, cut us some slack. You know Levi can’t resist me.“

Levi shot him a look—half warning, half amusement. „Don’t push it, brat.“

Isabel came striding around the corner, her boots thudding against the floor before she landed a series of sharp, playful smacks against Eren’s arm. „Fucking in the shop, huh!?“ she barked, shaking her head with an exaggerated look of disapproval. „Seriously? This is what we’re doing now?“

Eren burst out laughing, rubbing his arm like she’d actually hurt him. „Ow, shit, Isa—relax! It wasn’t even fucking. Just blowjobs.“

Isabel snorted. „Oh, just blowjobs. That makes it so much better.“ She rolled her eyes but didn’t look the least bit scandalized. Knowing her, she probably found the whole thing hilarious. It wasn’t like she had much moral high ground when it came to this kind of shit. And honestly, she knew how intense Levi and Eren were—like feral when it came to each other—so really, was she even surprised?

Eren just grinned and, without hesitation, grabbed the hem of his shirt, yanking it up to show off his brand-new nipple piercing. „See? Totally worth it.“

The silver jewelry gleamed under the shop lights, the skin around it still slightly red from the fresh piercing.

Isabel whistled. „Damn. That’s actually sexy.“ Then she smirked. „Levi pierced you, or did you just get off so hard it happened on ist own?“

Eren smirked, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he adjusted his shirt to reveal the new piercing. „Sure, Levi did it,” he said with a playful grin. „And if I get that kind of treatment every time, I might just come back for more tomorrow.” He shot her a wink, clearly enjoying the teasing atmosphere between them.

Levi huffed, crossing his arms and shooting them both an exasperated look. „Enough with the gossip,“ he grumbled, his tone sharp but tinged with amusement. „This is a damn tattoo shop, not a tabloid.“ He glanced between Eren and Isabel, clearly done with the playful banter, though the faint smirk on his lips betrayed his true feelings.

Isabel grinned, undeterred by Levi’s grumbling. „How about we close up together and go get some Mexican food?“ she suggested, already bouncing on her feet.

Eren perked up immediately. „Hell yeah, I’m in.“

Isabel pumped a fist in the air. „Margaritas, baby!“ she cheered.

Levi rolled his eyes, already predicting how the night would go. „Tch. You’re gonna get wasted off two drinks and start arm wrestling strangers again.“

„First of all,“ Isabel shot back, pointing at him, „it was three drinks, and second—“ she grinned, „—I won.“

X

They went to a Mexican restaurant in the center of the city. The place had a modern yet slightly rustic charm, blending warm, earthy tones with contemporary touches. Exposed brick walls were adorned with vibrant murals of traditional Mexican motifs—sugar skulls, agave plants, and swirling patterns of deep reds, oranges, and blues. The wooden tables were sturdy and slightly worn, their dark finish complementing the wrought-iron chairs with colorful cushions. Dim, hanging Edison bulbs cast a cozy glow, while the bar area gleamed with rows of top-shelf tequila and mezcal, the bottles reflecting the ambient light.

The waitress looked questionably at the unique style of Levi, Isabel, and Farlan but didn’t say anything. Eren caught the glance and sent her a sharp look—there wasn’t a dress code, after all, and while the place had a nice atmosphere, it wasn’t exactly high-end. Whatever. She seemed to get the message and remained professional, leading them to a table tucked off to the side.

Isabel flopped down onto a chair, stretching her arms over her head. „Hell yeah, I’m starving.“ She grabbed the menu and immediately scanned for drinks.

Isabel flipped through the menu, squinting at the options. „Fajitas, quesadillas, tacos, wraps… What’s the difference? I can never remember.“ She huffed, turning the page like it would somehow clarify things.

Eren chuckled, leaning back in his chair. „Alright, let me break it down for you.“ He tapped the menu. „Fajitas are usually grilled meat and veggies served on a sizzling platter, and you build your own tacos or wraps with tortillas on the side.

Quesadillas are basically tortillas stuffed with cheese and sometimes meat or veggies, then grilled until they’re crispy and melty. Tacos? Small, folded tortillas filled with whatever—meat, seafood, veggies. They can be soft or crunchy. And wraps aren’t even really Mexican; they’re just burritos without the fun of being called burritos.“

Isabel blinked, then grinned. „Got it. So basically, all delicious, and I want one of everything.“

Farlan smirked. „You say that every time, then complain about ordering too much.“

„Yeah, and? That’s why you guys are here—to finish it.“ Isabel shot back with a shrug, then waved down the waitress. „Margaritas first, though. Priorities.“

They placed their orders, Isabel immediately going for an overly sweet strawberry margarita, the kind that was more sugar than alcohol. The boys, on the other hand, opted for something stronger—Eren choosing a classic mezcal cocktail while Farlan stuck with tequila on the rocks.

Isabel scoffed, turning to Eren with mock betrayal. „You’re leaving me hanging? No margaritas, dude?“

Before Eren could answer, Levi cut in with his usual bluntness, not even looking up from the menu. „Margaritas are for girls. Does Eren look like a girl?“

Eren rolled his eyes, amused. „Right, and what are you getting, badass?“

Levi didn’t hesitate. „A tiki drink.“

Farlan snorted. „You mean the one that’s mostly rum and comes in a skull glass?“

Levi shrugged. „Yeah. So?“

Isabel burst out laughing. „Oh sure, that’s so much manlier.“

Levi shot Isabel a quick, pointed look, his tone clipped. „Shut up.”

Isabel raised her hands in mock surrender, grinning. „Hey, just saying.“

Eren leaned in, a playful glint in his eyes, and pressed a soft kiss to Levi’s cheek. „You’re a badass, you know that?“ he murmured, his lips brushing against Levi’s skin, feeling the warmth of his pulse under his touch. „I love it.“

Levi’s eyes flickered to him, his lips curling slightly at the corners, though he quickly masked it with a dismissive huff. „Yeah, yeah, I know.“ But Eren could see the faint flush creeping up the side of his neck. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make Eren smirk.

Eren pulled back, still grinning, while Isabel rolled her eyes at their dynamic, but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. „You’re both too sweet,“ she muttered, before turning her attention back to her drink.

Farlan leaned over to Isabel, gently cupping her chin before pulling her into a soft kiss. When they pulled apart, he whispered, „We can be sweet too, you know.“

Isabel smiled, her expression softening. „I like this version of you,“ she said, her voice tender.

Farlan chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. „Good.“

Eren smiled at them, watching the quiet exchange. From what he knew and had seen, Farlan was always gentle and caring with Isabel. No surprise, really—given their history. Eren had heard bits and pieces from both of them about their past, how they’d been through things together, how their bond had deepened over time. It was clear, even in the little moments, just how much Farlan adored her.

Eren leaned back in his chair, feeling a sense of warmth at the sight. He liked seeing his friends like this—content, in their element. It wasn’t always about the chaos or the wildness; sometimes it was the quiet intimacy that made everything feel just right.

Their food arrived, filling the table with the rich aromas of warm spices, grilled meats, and freshly made tortillas.

Levi had ordered carne asada tacos, the soft corn tortillas filled with perfectly grilled steak, charred just right, topped with diced onions, fresh cilantro, and a squeeze of lime. A small side of spicy salsa verde sat next to the plate, waiting to be drizzled on top.

Eren went for a barbacoa burrito, the flour tortilla stuffed with slow-cooked, shredded beef, seasoned with smoky adobo spices, black beans, rice, and a hint of melted cheese. It was generously sized, slightly crispy on the edges from a quick sear on the grill, and served alongside a small bowl of pico de gallo.

Farlan had chosen chicken enchiladas, the corn tortillas rolled and filled with tender shredded chicken, then smothered in a deep red guajillo chili sauce. They were topped with melted queso fresco, fresh cilantro, and a drizzle of crema, served with a side of refried beans and Spanish rice.

Isabel had gone for vegetarian quesadillas, the crispy tortillas packed with melted Oaxaca cheese, sautéed bell peppers, mushrooms, and caramelized onions. They were cut into neat triangles and served with fresh guacamole and a side of smoky chipotle crema. She immediately grabbed one, stretching the cheese before taking a huge bite.

Eren hummed in satisfaction, already digging into his burrito. „Damn, this hits the spot.“

Levi, already mid-bite into his taco, simply nodded in agreement, while Isabel, mouth full, gave a thumbs-up.

Isabel leaned back in her chair, grinning as she finished off her quesadilla. „I really like this,“ she said, satisfied. „It’s nice to just go out together, enjoy the food, and not have to worry about anything else for a bit.“

Eren nodded in agreement, his mouth full of burrito. „Yeah, it’s good to unwind. We don’t do this often enough.“

Isabel shifted in her chair, turning to look at the two of them. „So, what are you guys doing this weekend?“

Levi, without looking up from his taco, replied nonchalantly, „Not much. I need to speak with Kenny.“

Eren raised an eyebrow, glancing at Levi. „Really? You didn’t mention that.“

Levi shrugged, taking another bite. „It’s not something I mention every time I talk to him. Nothing to it.“

Isabel leaned forward, a curious glint in her eye. „That have something to do with the whole stalker thing, Eren?“

Eren huffed, clearly annoyed by the question. „I don’t have a stalker,“ he muttered, shaking his head. „It’s just some guy I’ve seen around a few times. Got a weird feeling, but nothing’s happened.“

Farlan, who had been quietly eating, spoke up. „Don’t ignore that stuff, Eren. You never know.“

Eren sighed, rubbing his temple. „I’m not ignoring it. I just haven’t seen anything to be worried about.“

Levi gave a small glance at Eren, his tone quiet as he added, „It’s not really about that, though.“ He gave Eren a look that suggested there was more to it but didn’t elaborate.

Isabel raised an eyebrow, sensing the shift in the conversation but wanting to lighten the mood again. „Well, I heard there’s some event going on this weekend. Girls night. So I bet he’s at the Warehouse.“

Eren’s face lit up when he heard Isabel mention the event. „Oh, a girls‘ fight? I’m totally coming with you.” His enthusiasm was almost palpable.

Levi glanced at him, a slight grimace on his face. „You’re weirdly enthusiastic about those chicks going at it,” he commented dryly.

Eren pulled a face, not bothered by the jab. „Don’t make it sound like I watch porn,” he shot back, rolling his eyes. „Some of these girls have serious skill. It’s not about that. I don’t know… it’s just fun.”

Levi snorted, but he didn’t argue further. He took another bite of his food, leaning back slightly in his chair. „Alright, whatever,” he muttered.

Eren’s interest in underground fighting wasn’t something new. It had pulled them all into that world more than once over the past couple of years. While Eren didn’t fight often, his reputation in the cage had built steadily ever since he first stepped in. He’d always liked the thrill, the freedom of it all—the sense of being untamed, of letting go of all rules and constraints. Levi understood that feeling, even if he wasn’t as vocal about it. That’s why, last year, Eren had done three fights, each one earning him money that helped cover his mechanic courses and kept him from stressing over his finances.

Levi had done one fight himself. The underground scene, the shadows - It wasn’t a world he was proud of, but it was a part of him, a part of his past that he couldn’t fully shake off. The thrill of the fight, the adrenaline, the rush—it was something that always lingered in the back of his mind, calling to him, even when he tried to ignore it.

Eren’s gaze softened slightly, sensing that Levi was lost in his thoughts for a moment. He nudged his leg under the table. „You good?”

Levi blinked and snapped out of it, then gave a small nod. „Yeah, fine. Just thinking.” He didn’t elaborate, and Eren didn’t press.

Eren grinned, clearly excited at the thought of the weekend. „I should call Jean and Marco, they’d definitely be down to come. Jean was totally into it last time.“

Levi raised an eyebrow, clearly not entirely convinced by Eren’s enthusiasm. „Marco might, but Jean?“ He gave a small, amused shake of his head. „That guy gets riled up at the smallest things.“

Eren laughed, pulling out his phone. „Yeah, but that’s what makes it fun. He gets all worked up, it’s hilarious. Besides, he actually enjoyed the last fight. Don’t tell me you didn’t notice him staring.“

Isabel smirked. „I bet Jean’s a bit more into the action than he likes to admit.”

Levi glanced up briefly, his tone casual. „Maybe Jean should watch out. Marco can get jealous.”

Eren blinked in surprise, raising an eyebrow at Levi’s sudden shift in tone. „Marco?” He chuckled, shaking his head. „I never saw him acting jealous. He’s always so nice and sweet.”

Levi snorted dismissively, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. „Don’t forget, I know him longer than you. He was in the scene before you even showed up. And think about how you met him at my shop.” He glanced at Eren meaningfully. „Marco can be a badass bastard, just like he can be ‘sweet.’”

Eren’s expression softened, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place. He knew Marco’s past wasn’t as clean-cut as it seemed—Marco had his own rough edges, even if he wasn’t as immersed in the underworld as some of the others. Still, it was hard to imagine Marco in any sort of jealous fit.

„Right,” Eren muttered. It wasn’t a revelation, but it did make him think about things more carefully.

A thought bubbled up, a teasing smirk curling at the edges of his lips. He leaned over to Levi, his breath warm against his neck as he whispered, „What about you? Are you jealous?”

Levi turned his head slightly, his eyes narrowing playfully. „Should I be?” he shot back, his tone cool but teasing, as if daring Eren to press further.

Instead of letting it drop, Eren leaned even closer, his lips brushing against Levi’s neck. The warmth of his touch made Levi’s breath hitch, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, Eren let his lips linger for a moment, sending a shiver through Levi’s skin. „Never,” Eren whispered, his voice low and possessive. „I only want you.”

Levi’s gaze locked with Eren’s, his eyes darkening with something unspoken. He turned his head further to face him, the possessiveness in his gaze unmistakable. „Damn right,” Levi said, his voice low and confident. „I made you scream my name not even two hours ago, and I’ll make you scream again.”

Eren’s stomach flipped with excitement at the promise in Levi’s voice. He felt the heat of it spread through him, a thrill coursing through his veins. But before anything more could happen, Isabel’s voice cut through the moment, loud and exaggerated as she slurped the last bit of her drink.

„Boys, stop it,“ she teased, her voice dripping with amusement.

Eren chuckled and leaned back, throwing Isabel a playful glance. „You’re no fun, Izzy.“

Isabel shot him a look but couldn’t help the small grin that tugged at her lips. „You two are impossible,“ she muttered, though it was clear there was no malice behind her words.

Farlan, who had been quietly watching the exchange, simply smirked and took another sip of his drink.

X

Chapter Text

No Regrets 2
Chapter 6 – Bitch Fights

The morning light filtered through the windows, casting a soft glow over the small kitchen. The scent of coffee and tea still lingered in the air, mixing with the faint traces of the breakfast they had just finished. Levi stood by the sink, rinsing off their plates with practiced efficiency, while Eren leaned against the counter, phone already in hand.

„I’m calling Jean,“ Eren announced, unlocking his phone. „Gotta make sure he’s coming tonight.“

Levi didn’t look up, stacking the plates in the drying rack. „Tch. Like I care. Do what you want.“

Eren rolled his eyes, dialing the number. He held the phone to his ear, watching Levi as he worked, noting the way his muscles flexed slightly under his shirt as he wiped his hands on a dish towel.

Jean picked up after the second ring. „Yo, what’s up?“

„Hey, you busy tonight?“ Eren asked casually.

„Not really, why?“ Jean sounded mildly curious.

Eren grinned. „We’re heading to the warehouse for fight night. Figured you’d wanna come with Marco.“

There was a brief pause before Jean let out a short laugh. „You really think I’d miss that? Hell yeah, I’m in. Who’s fighting? You?“

Eren shook his head, even though Jean couldn’t see it. „Girls’ night.“

Jean snorted. „Damn. Well, still worth watching. Marco won’t be thrilled, but he can’t stop me.“

Eren chuckled. „Yeah, figured. I’ll text you the details.“

He hung up and set his phone down, stretching. „Jean’s in. So, he and Marco are coming.“

Levi finished wiping down the counter, giving Eren a neutral glance. „You sure about that?“

Eren shrugged. „Yeah, why not? Just hanging out, watching the fights. Nothing to it.“

Levi smirked slightly, folding the dish towel. „Right.“

X

The night sky stretched wide above them, a deep indigo canvas interrupted only by a handful of clouds, their edges softened by the moonlight. The air was fresh, carrying the subtle scent of early summer—the promise of warm nights and electric anticipation. The streets were quiet this far from the city’s center, the hum of civilization fading behind them as they drove toward the warehouse.

Eren sat beside Levi in his Dodge Challenger Hellcat, the low purr of the engine filling the space between them. The steady rhythm of classic rock played through the speakers, blending seamlessly with the subtle vibration of the car beneath them. The drive was familiar, the destination well-worn into their routine. But the vibe tonight was different. Neither of them was stepping into the cage.

Eren had long since satisfied his curiosity about what it felt like to simply watch. The first time, he had been drawn in by the raw energy, trying to understand the appeal from the outside looking in. But that was in the past. By now, he knew the thrill of watching just as well as the rush of fighting. He knew what kept the crowd coming back—the tension, the violence, the money, the unspoken rules of a world that existed just beneath the surface of everyday life. He had seen how even people like Erwin—so polished, so respectable on paper—were drawn to it, financing fights, placing bets, navigating that grey area between order and chaos.

Eren understood that now. He had accepted it in himself.

And with Levi beside him, he didn’t have to question any of it. With him, there was no pretense, no need to filter himself. No judgment. Just them. Free.

A small smile tugged at Eren’s lips as he reached over, his hand settling on Levi’s thigh—just inside, a touch that was both intimate and possessive. His fingers curled slightly against the worn denim of Levi’s jeans. Levi’s gaze flickered to him, eyes sharp even in the dim light, before the corner of his mouth lifted in the smallest smirk. He didn’t say anything, just turned his attention back to the road, effortlessly guiding the car through the empty streets toward the warehouse.

Eren, however, kept watching him. Levi’s profile was sharp in the glow of the dashboard lights, his expression as unreadable as ever. He wore a black leather jacket tonight, the sleek material hugging his frame in all the right ways. The collar dipped just enough to reveal a hint of ink at the back of his neck—one of his many tattoos, a stark contrast against his skin. His black hair was styled slightly back, controlled just enough to keep from falling into his eyes, adding to that effortless, lethal confidence he carried.

Levi looked completely at ease, one hand resting lightly on the wheel, the other draped over the gear shift. The silver rings on his fingers caught the light briefly as he shifted gears, the movement smooth, practiced. Everything about him—the way he drove, the way he carried himself, the way he existed in this world—was effortless yet precise. Like he belonged here. Like he had always belonged.

Eren’s fingers pressed lightly against Levi’s thigh, his touch lingering, and Levi’s smirk deepened just slightly, as if he could read his mind.

The city lights had faded behind them now, the roads dark and quiet as they neared the warehouse. It wouldn’t be long before the night fully unfolded.

_

They pulled up to the already packed parking lot, the low hum of voices and the occasional roar of engines filling the air. A few people, mostly men, were heading toward the entrance in small groups or walking alone. The atmosphere had shifted again, charged with the same energy that had surrounded them every time they came to this place. But tonight, it felt more like routine—familiar and comfortable, if not a little surreal.

Levi was the first to step out of the car, his door creaking as it swung open. Eren followed, rounding the car to stand beside him. The warehouse loomed ahead, ist silhouette dark against the moonlit sky. Despite the familiar setting, a quiet tension still lingered between them.

Levi didn’t rush. He moved with a calm, almost measured grace, his boots clicking softly against the pavement as he stood by the car. Eren couldn’t help but watch him as Levi pulled out his pack of cigarettes, his fingers deftly tapping it before he retrieved one. He brought it to his lips without hesitation, the gesture casual, yet almost ritualistic.

Even in this small act, there was something about him that exuded confidence, a quiet assurance that was hard to ignore. Levi’s eyes flicked over to Eren for a brief moment, meeting his gaze with that unreadable, half-tilted look, before he pulled out his silver Zippo lighter. The small click of the lighter echoed in the air as the flame flickered to life.

Levi took a slow drag from the cigarette, inhaling deeply, his eyes briefly closing as he let the smoke roll from his lips. His posture relaxed even further, his shoulders sinking as if the weight of the world was momentarily lifted. There was something almost serene about the way he stood there, a contrast to the chaotic energy inside the warehouse. The tension in his body melted away with each breath, and Eren found himself mesmerized by it.

The scent of cigarette smoke, cold and sharp in the evening air, wasn’t exactly Eren’s favorite. It lingered, biting the back of his throat, mixing with the crisp summer air and the distant scent of metal and concrete. But even with the smell hanging in the air, Eren couldn’t deny that Levi looked damn hot while smoking.

It wasn’t just the act itself, though. Maybe it was the way the smoke curled around him, adding to his almost dangerous allure. Maybe it was the way his leather jacket hugged his frame, the soft shine of his rings glinting in the streetlights. Levi, always composed, always in control—he was the epitome of effortless cool.

Eren couldn’t quite explain why, but there was something undeniably attractive about it. Maybe it was just another piece of that „bad boy” image that Levi seemed to effortlessly project. Whatever it was, Eren couldn’t look away.

Levi exhaled slowly, releasing a long, steady cloud of smoke into the night air. His sharp gaze flicked to Eren, amusement laced in his tone.

„You’re staring, Eren.“

Eren didn’t flinch, didn’t look away. He wasn’t embarrassed—why would he be? Levi was his. His to look at, his to touch, his to tease. He bit his lip slightly, stepping closer with an easy confidence.

„Yeah,“ he admitted, his voice low but sure. His fingers reached out, hooking lazily into the belt of Levi’s jeans. He gave a playful tug, tilting his head, eyebrows wiggling just enough to make his intentions clear. „I could do more than just look at you while you smoke…“

He let the offer hang in the air, a slow smirk creeping onto his lips. The sound of distant voices and muffled bass from inside the warehouse faded into the background, drowned out by the heat that sparked between them.

Levi snorted, smoke curling from his nostrils as he took another slow drag. His lips curled at the edges, the cigarette balanced between his fingers.

„Right here?“ His voice was smooth, edged with a challenge. His grey eyes locked onto Eren’s, unwavering, knowing exactly what he was doing.

Eren didn’t hesitate. He stepped in again, closing the gap between them completely, pressing in until their bodies were just shy of touching. His hands slid around Levi’s hips, fingers grazing over the cool leather of his jacket before settling at his lower back. He dipped his head, his nose brushing through Levi’s hair, inhaling the familiar scent of smoke, leather, and something distinctly him.

His lips ghosted over Levi’s ear, rough and deliberate.

„Yeah, right here.“ His voice was just above a whisper, but it carried the weight of a promise.

Levi didn’t pull away. He didn’t step back. He just stood there, still and steady, cigarette between his fingers as the tension thickened around them. The heat of Eren’s breath against his skin sent something sharp and electric down his spine.

For a moment, neither of them moved. The world around them carried on—voices, cars, the buzz of the warehouse.

Eren felt the heat between them, the pull toward Levi undeniable, his desire for more growing with every passing second. What had started as teasing flirtation had quickly turned into something real, something deeper—an aching kind of hunger that curled low in his stomach.

His lips brushed against Levi’s throat, trailing downward, pressing soft but deliberate kisses along the skin there. The scent of soap and cologne was stronger now, mixed with the faint smokiness clinging to Levi’s clothes.

Levi tilted his head slightly, just enough to give Eren more access, and the sharp breath he took—quick, almost unintentional—told Eren he wasn’t unaffected.

Encouraged, Eren let his teeth graze the sensitive skin just above Levi’s collarbone before sucking lightly, not enough to leave a mark, but enough to make his intentions clear. His fingers tightened where they rested at Levi’s back, pulling him just that much closer.

Levi hummed, low and amused, cigarette still balanced between his fingers as if this was nothing more than an idle conversation. But Eren wasn’t fooled. He felt the way Levi’s body tensed ever so slightly, the way his breath hitched for just a second before he exhaled, long and steady, as if trying to maintain his composure.

Levi took another slow drag of his cigarette, the ember glowing bright in the dim parking lot. Smoke curled from his lips as he exhaled, his voice low and edged with amusement. „You sure you want to start something here?“

Eren smirked against his skin. „You saying you don’t?“

Levi’s fingers ghosted over Eren’s wrist, his touch light but firm. „Tch. If I wanted to, we’d already be in the back seat.“

Eren only grinned, his hands pressing firmer against Levi’s sides. „Who needs the back seat?“

Before Levi could respond, Eren was already moving. He dropped to his knees in one smooth motion, his hands sliding over Levi’s hips and down his legs.

Levi’s sharp grey eyes darkened slightly, watching him with quiet intensity. He took another slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling as Eren’s hands smoothed over his thighs, his fingers deliberate. The air between them was charged, thick with tension.

Eren looked up, licking his lips. The heat in Levi’s gaze was unmistakable, and the thought of people walking just a few feet away only made the moment more electric. The night was dark, but not enough to hide them. Not enough to stop him.

Levi didn’t stop him.

A smirk tugged at Eren’s lips as he leaned in, his breath warm against the fabric of Levi’s jeans. His hands gripped Levi’s hips, fingers pressing into leather and denim. „You just gonna stand there and smoke?“ he murmured, teasing, his voice low and thick.

Levi took another drag, his exhale slow, smoke curling around them. „You seem busy,“ he said, his tone unreadable, but his fingers twitched—just barely.

Eren chuckled, dragging his hands up Levi’s thighs, squeezing lightly before his lips brushed over the fabric, teasing pressure that had Levi’s jaw tensing. He felt Levi’s breath hitch, just for a second.

And that was all the encouragement he needed.

Eren felt Levi’s growing arousal under the pressure of his lips. The heat, the tension—it was intoxicating. Kissing the outline of Levi’s erection through the thick fabric of his jeans wasn’t enough. He needed more. He wanted to taste him without any barrier between them.

His fingers worked at Levi’s belt, the leather strap sliding free with a quiet hiss. The metal buckle clinked softly as he undid it, moving with purpose but not rushing. He wanted Levi to feel every second of this, to anticipate it as much as he did.

Levi exhaled slowly, another stream of smoke curling into the night air. His head tilted slightly, watching Eren with half-lidded eyes, his expression unreadable but unmistakably dark with desire. He didn’t say anything—didn’t stop him, didn’t push him away. He just stood there, letting Eren do as he pleased.

The weight of that trust, that silent permission, only fueled Eren’s hunger.

He tugged at the button of Levi’s jeans, then pulled the zipper down with deliberate slowness. The sound was quiet but loud enough in in Eren’s ears, mixing with the distant rumble of voices and the muffled bass from inside the warehouse.

Eren pressed another kiss just below Levi’s waistband, where a dark trail of hair disappeared beneath the fabric. His breath was warm against heated skin, the contrast making Levi tense ever so slightly. Smirking, Eren let his lips linger, teasing.

„You’re not stopping me,“ he murmured, his voice low, edged with something almost taunting as his fingers dipped beneath the fabric, seeking more.

Levi took one last drag of his cigarette before flicking it away, the ember sparking briefly against the pavement. His hand came down, fingers threading through Eren’s hair, gripping—not to push him away, but to hold him there.

„Tch,“ Levi finally muttered, his smirk barely visible in the dim light. „Why would I?“

Levi looked down at Eren, taking in the sight of him—the way his green eyes were wide and dark with desire, pupils blown, lips parted as he barely suppressed his hunger. He looked beautiful like this, on his knees, eager and ready. The chocolate-brown leather jacket he wore, left open, hugged his frame just right, complementing his lean build, while the way his hair was tied back only added to his rugged charm.

Levi could watch him forever.

Not that watching was all he wanted to do. His heart swelled at the sight, but that wasn’t the only part of him reacting. His cock twitched in his jeans, the sharp sound of the zipper cutting through the quiet night.

Eren looked up, meeting Levi’s gaze, his smirk deepening as he palmed him over his boxers, feeling the heat and hardness beneath his touch. „Thought so,“ he murmured, his voice low and teasing, thick with satisfaction.

Slowly, deliberately, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Levi’s boxers, dragging the fabric down just enough to free him. The contrast of cool night air against flushed skin sent a shiver through Levi, but he didn’t move, didn’t say a word—just watched Eren with those sharp, expectant eyes.

Eren exhaled softly, the warmth of his breath ghosting over Levi’s length as he took in the sight before him. He let his fingers trace along the rigid heat, slow and deliberate, savoring the way Levi twitched under his touch. The weight of Levi’s cock in his hand, the quiet, controlled tension in his boyfriend’s stance—it was intoxicating.

He leaned in, lips brushing against the sensitive skin, placing a lingering kiss just beneath the tip, teasing. The scent of Levi—soap, musk, and something undeniably him—filled Eren’s senses, making his own arousal spike. He flicked his tongue out, barely grazing the head, reveling in the way Levi’s fingers in his hair tightened ever so slightly.

„I want you so bad,“ Eren murmured, his voice low and rough with need. His grip on Levi’s hip tightened, fingers digging in just enough to ground them both. „Let me taste you.“

Levi exhaled sharply, his fingers threading deeper into Eren’s hair, not to guide him—just to feel him, to anchor himself in the moment. The anticipation hung thick between them, mixing with the distant hum of voices and the rumble of cars pulling into the lot.

Eren didn’t hesitate. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of Levi’s boxers, pushing them down just enough to free him. His breath hitched at the sight—Levi, already hard, thick and pulsing in the cool night air.

A smirk ghosted over Eren’s lips before he leaned in, dragging his tongue along the underside of Levi’s cock, savoring the heat, the weight, the way Levi’s breath stuttered above him. He took him in slowly at first, his lips stretching around the velvety length, his tongue swirling around, laping on the tip.

Levi let out a quiet, shuddering sigh, his grip tightening in Eren’s hair. He was quieter than usual, but Eren knew him well enough to catch the little signs—how his fingers flexed, how his hips twitched just slightly toward the warmth of Eren’s mouth.

Eren took more, hollowing his cheeks, his jaw relaxing as he let Levi fill his mouth. The pulse against his tongue, the heat of him—it was so good. And the thrill of being out here, in the open, only made it better. The night stretched wide around them, but in this moment, there was only this. Only them.

Eren started to suck harder, his pace steady but growing more eager with each passing second. His tongue flattened along the underside of Levi’s cock, tracing every ridge and vein, savoring the way Levi twitched in response. The moan Levi let out wasn’t loud, but it was enough—low and rough, vibrating through Eren’s ears and sending a shiver down his spine.

„Fuck, yes!“ Levi growled, his voice deep. „Your mouth feels perfect, Eren.“

The weight of Levi’s hand in his hair tightened, not pushing, but holding, grounding himself as Eren worked him deeper. The heat of Levi’s arousal, the way his hips twitched slightly despite his iron control, made Eren’s own need burn hotter. The thrill of it—the rawness of the moment, the open night around them, the faint sound of footsteps and voices—only added to the intensity.

Eren hummed, the vibrations pulling another sharp breath from Levi. His fingers dug into Levi’s hips as he took him deeper, swallowing around him, his own arousal throbbing in the confines of his jeans. Every little reaction, every barely restrained sound, only fueled him to keep going, to push Levi closer to the edge.

Levi’s breath hitched as Eren’s mouth worked him, each movement sending a shock of pleasure through his body. The pressure was perfect—wet, warm, and insistent. He couldn’t help but respond, his hips shifting involuntarily as his control began to slip. The muscles in his thighs flexed, tightening with the need to push deeper, but he fought to hold back, wanting to savor the moment, wanting to prolong it as much as he could.

Despite his attempts to stay composed, the heat inside him built, spreading like wildfire through his chest and lower abdomen. His entire body was taut, the tension rising with every pull of Eren’s lips, every stroke that sent him closer to the edge. His fingers gripped Eren’s hair, not to pull him away but to hold him there, urging him to continue, to push him further into the feeling that was quickly becoming overwhelming.

Eren’s mouth was like liquid heat, drawing him in, sucking him deeper. It was as if he was made for this, each movement perfect in its execution, the wetness and tightness almost too much to bear. Levi’s breath quickened, and his thighs flexed with the need to thrust, the intensity of his arousal making his body betray him. He could feel the tension in his body coiling, tighter and tighter, as his mind slipped further into the haze of pleasure.

The sensation of Eren’s mouth on him, the rhythm of his actions, was almost unbearable in its perfection. Levi’s control was slipping, and with it, the ability to keep the tension from snapping. Every muscle in his body was wound tight, and the heat inside him threatened to explode as the pleasure began to override everything else.

Every muscle in his body was tense, and the pressure inside him grew, threatening to overwhelm him as the sensation began to take control.

„Damn… fuck… Eren,“ he groaned, a mixture of curses and breathless sounds slipping from his lips.

Levi’s body tensed violently as he reached his peak, his release spilling down Eren’s throat, who. Eren moaned in response, just as intense, his own pleasure evident in the eager sounds he made.

Levi was still catching his breath, his chest rising and falling as he leaned back slightly against the car. His grip on Eren’s hair loosened, fingers slipping away as the tension slowly drained from his body.

Eren, ever shameless, licked his lips with a satisfied smirk, his green eyes gleaming with mischief as he looked up at Levi.

With an easy, practiced motion, he tucked Levi’s softening dick back into his pants, zipping him up with a grin. His other hand drifted down to his own jeans, squeezing himself briefly—he hadn’t come this time. It had been too rushed, just a quick moment to give Levi pleasure.

Before either of them could say a word, a voice cut through the quiet of the parking lot.

„Oh, for fuck’s sake—really?“

Levi’s head snapped toward the source, his expression instantly shifting from post-bliss relaxation to sharp irritation. Eren, still on his knees, blinked up at the two figures standing a few feet away. Jean had one hand over his face, shaking his head as if trying to unsee what he’d just walked in on. Marco, beside him, was caught somewhere between amused and mortified, his lips slightly parted like he was debating whether to laugh or apologize for the intrusion.

Eren didn’t move right away, just grinned lazily. „You jealous, Jean?“ he teased, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

Jean groaned dramatically. „No, I’m traumatized! There are, like, a million dark spots around here, and you pick the middle of the damn parking lot?“

Marco elbowed him. „You’re the one who looked over here.“

Levi, now fully composed, adjusted his belt and shot Jean a deadpan look. „What do you want?“

Jean muttered something under his breath, clearly still recovering. „Fights are starting soon,“ he said, scanning the two of them with a awakward look. „Figured we’d have to come get your asses before you got too… distracted.“

Eren didn’t even look embarrassed. He stood up with an easy stretch, rolling his shoulders. „Tch, you say that like we wouldn’t have made it in time.“

„Yeah? I have my doubts, man.“ Jean gestured vaguely. „The parking lot? Really?“

Marco let out a small chuckle, shaking his head.

Levi replied in a neutral tone, „We’re coming.“

Jean scoffed. „Pretty sure you already did.“

Levi shot Jean a glare sharp enough to kill, but before Jean could open his mouth again, Marco smacked his arm, shaking his head.

Ignoring them, Levi turned back to Eren, reaching down and gripping his wrist to help him up from the ground. Once Eren was steady on his feet, Levi let his hands linger, one sliding up to cup Eren’s face. His thumb traced along Eren’s jawline, and despite the usual sharpness in his expression, there was a rare softness in his touch. The faint blush from earlier still dusted Levi’s cheeks, barely visible under the dim lights of the parking lot.

A smirk played at his lips as he leaned in, pressing a slow kiss against Eren’s mouth. „Sorry,“ Levi murmured, his breath warm against Eren’s lips. „I’ll return the favor later.“

Eren hummed in response, smiling as Levi kissed him again, this time deeper. The salty musk of Levi’s lingering desire mixed between them, and it made Eren’s stomach tighten with anticipation.

„Yeah?“ Eren asked, his forehead pressing against Levi’s, their breaths mingling. „You’re gonna fuck me good tonight?“

Levi’s lips curled at the edges, his voice low and certain. „However you want it. You deserve it.“ He gently tucked a strand of hair behind Eren’s ear, his eyes gleaming with the feelings he held for him.

Eren’s smile widened.

Levi held his gaze for a moment longer, his fingers giving a brief squeeze at Eren’s waist before he finally stepped back. There was a quiet promise in his eyes, something dark and certain that sent a thrill through Eren’s chest.

Marco, ever the brave one, cleared his throat. „So… are you guys done, or does Levi want to take his turn?“ His tone was light, but the amusement in his eyes was unmistakable.

Jean groaned, dragging a hand down his face. „For fuck’s sake, Marco, don’t encourage them.“

Levi smirked but didn’t dignify it with a response, simply running his tongue over his teeth before turning back toward the warehouse.

Satisfied, Eren grinned, draping an arm lazily around Levi’s shoulders as they turned toward the entrance. „Relax, we wouldn’t miss the fun. Now, let’s get inside before Kenny starts running his mouth.“

Jean muttered something under his breath again but followed, Marco walking beside him. As they neared the warehouse doors, the muffled sounds of a roaring crowd and pounding music spilled into the night. The fights were beginning, and soon, the real chaos would unfold.

_

They walked into the warehouse, the cold, bare walls and the harsh glare of neon lamps almost blinding in contrast to the darkness outside. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, smoke, and faint traces of metallic blood, a sharp contrast to the crisp night air they’d just left behind. The concrete floor beneath their boots was worn and rough, ist surface marked by years of use, a dull sheen from the constant flow of feet.

Levi walked ahead, leading them through the dimly lit corridor toward the heavy steel door at the end. With every step, the distant buzz of music grew louder, blending with the hum of an eager, rowdy crowd. The tension was electric, a charged atmosphere of anticipation hanging thick in the air. The moment Levi pushed the door open, the full force of the underground fight scene hit them all at once.

The hall was packed, a mix of shady figures, thrill-seekers, and regulars drawn to the chaos of the fights. Muscular men with tattooed arms and scarred faces leaned against the metal barriers, some veterans of the ring, others just here for the spectacle. Among them, a group of less imposing figures—guys with the usual rough edges, but more suited to placing bets than throwing punches—milled about, talking too loudly and eyeing the crowd with a mixture of anticipation and nervous excitement. Women stood in groups, some as bloodthirsty as the men, while others seemed more interested in the show or making quick deals. The dim lights flickered overhead, casting long shadows that gave the room a haunted, almost claustrophobic feel. The air was thick, a mix of sweat, cigarette smoke, and the musty scent of the old concrete. It was the perfect place for those seeking a rush, whether they were here to fight or simply to watch the chaos unfold.

And at the center of it all stood the cage—Kenny’s arena, his personal colosseum, a steel battleground built for carnage. It loomed large in the middle of the hall, ist thick metal bars forming an unforgiving prison for those who stepped inside. The only way in or out was the heavy iron door, currently open, a silent invitation for the night’s first contenders. Soon, it would slam shut, locking two fighters inside with nothing but their fists, their skill, and the primal drive to win.

It was a place of violence, of blood and sweat and desperation. But it was also a place of power—a playground for the ruthless, where money flowed in the form of bets and broken bones. The spectators weren’t just here to watch; they were here to feel something, to revel in the brutality, to feed the hunger for destruction that lurked beneath the surface of polite society.

Eren didn’t feel tense. He was relaxed, at home in this chaos. His gaze swept the room, catching a few glances in return. Some people nodded in acknowledgment, a few even greeted him or Levi with subtle respect. They weren’t unknown here—not by a long shot.

Levi, as always, carried himself with an air of quiet dominance. His mere presence was enough to make others step aside as he walked, his sharp gaze cutting through the crowd like a blade. Even among fighters, among men who thrived on violence, Levi commanded a different kind of respect. Not just as someone who could win—but as someone who didn’t need to prove anything.

Eren followed close, his own confidence just as steady, the pulse of the room matching the steady rhythm in his veins. The night was only just beginning.

Levi made his way through the crowd, navigating with ease as the people parted before him, some nodding in acknowledgment, others too busy with their own conversations to notice. His sharp gaze remained fixed on the back of his uncle, Kenny, who was standing near the center of the room.

Kenny’s presence was unmistakable—a rugged figure with a long leather coat that swung as he shifted his weight, worn boots that creaked with every step, and a cowboy hat tilted low over his hair. The stubble around his chin and the lines etched into his sharp grey eyes made him seem even more weathered and dangerous than he already was. Despite his age, there was a quiet energy about him, a magnetism that drew people to him, and everyone knew that Kenny ran the show here.

When Levi and Eren reached the group, Kenny immediately stopped talking, his eyes locking onto his nephew. Without a word, Levi’s gaze cut through the small crowd of regulars, the silent signal clear: this wasn’t the time for idle chit-chat. Kenny raised an eyebrow but didn’t protest, giving a polite nod to the others, who quickly backed off, making room for the two of them.

Eren, as always, was intrigued by how the unspoken hierarchy of the underworld worked. It was as though everyone knew their place without needing to say anything. The tough guys got respect because they could back it up. Simple as that. And Levi—well, Levi was at the top of that chain.

Kenny grinned, his face lighting up with a familiarity that made Eren feel both at ease and slightly out of place. „Ah, Levi, ya made it,” Kenny greeted, his voice rough with a thick accent, like something straight out of an old gangster movie. He looked at Eren with a chuckle in his tone.

„And you brought Eren along. I don’t need a fighting beast tonight,” Kenny joked, his grin widening. „I’ve got wild cats.”

With a surprising amount of strength for a man his age, Kenny slapped Eren on the back. The force of the hit made Eren huff, but he didn’t mind. It was just Kenny’s way of showing camaraderie.

„I know, just here to watch,“ Eren replied, shrugging off the light impact. He could never stay still for long.

Kenny chuckled, shaking his head as he gestured to the ring area. „Watching, huh? Well, the show’s gonna get good tonight. I’ve got two of the absolute bad bitches going at it. Not gonna let ‘em hear me call ‘em that though,” he added with a grin, the glint in his eyes showing that he was well aware of how dangerous these women could be. „Swear to god, they’re scarier than most men I’ve had in that cage.”

Eren’s eyes lit up at the mention of the fighters, a mix of excitement and curiosity sparking in him. He always enjoyed watching a good match, and tonight promised to be just that. His gaze swept over to where the fighters were gathered, some stretching, others casually chatting, waiting for their turn in the ring. Among them, two women stood out immediately—both exuding a confidence that didn’t need words. They sat a short distance apart, focused on their own preparations, their movements precise and deliberate. There was no need for glares or intimidation; their presence alone made it clear they were ready to put on a hell of a show.

Eren grinned, nudging Levi lightly before stepping away. „I’m gonna go say hello,“ he said, pressing a quick kiss to Levi’s head before heading toward the fighters.

Levi watched him silently for a moment, a small, affectionate smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Eren was like that—always drawn to people, eager to talk, and quick to make connections. It was one of the many things that made him so different from Levi, who preferred the quiet, the solitude, and the calm before the storm. But Eren was his storm, and Levi couldn’t help but admire the way he lit up any room he entered. His easy confidence, his openness—it was like he was made to thrive in the chaos of places like this.

Levi’s attention shifted back to Kenny as he crossed his arms, the weight of the situation settling back over him.

Levi was never one to dwell on small talk, so he got straight to the point. „Set me up for the next fights.“

Kenny raised an eyebrow. Levi usually wasn’t too eager these days to step into the cage. Well, he wasn’t eighteen anymore. „You want in?“

Levi nodded once, his expression unreadable.

Kenny scratched at the stubble on his cheek, considering. „Can’t say I’m not excited. ’s always a hell of a show when you step in. The bastards around here throw their cash like it’s raining.“ He let out a short laugh before eyeing Levi with curiosity. „But I gotta ask—why now?“

Levi inhaled deeply, like he would’ve rather not answered, but he did anyway. „Different reasons,“ he admitted. „Still nothing on whether some creep is watching Eren or not… I dunno. If there’s trouble coming, I wanna make a point. And…“ He hesitated, then sighed. „The extra money won’t hurt.“

Kenny let out a knowing hum, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. „Huh. My men are keeping their eyes open, but really, looking for some damn fucking Honda ain’t exactly gonna solve your problem.“

„I know.“ Levi exhaled through his nose, his fingers flexing at his sides. „I just saw red… I—“

„I get it.“ Kenny’s voice was unexpectedly even, cutting through Levi’s frustration with a blunt sort of understanding. „You wanna protect your boy.“

He cast a brief glance toward Eren, watching him chat easily among the crowd, relaxed and oblivious to their conversation. „Alright, I’ll save you a spot in the cage. Time to remind these bastards how the real dogs fight.“ A grin stretched across his face, baring the sharp glint of his canine teeth.

Levi’s gaze hardened slightly. „You don’t have a problem with the Azumabitos, do you?“ He had to be sure.

„Hell no,“ Kenny scoffed, shaking his head. „Just ‘cause we’re lookin’ for some slant-eyed bastard doesn’t mean I got beef with them.“ He let out a bark of laughter. „All good, I swear. The old lady Kiyomi and I? We’re on good terms. Hell, I even got her niece hangin’ around here.“

Levi’s brows drew together in suspicion. „Her niece?“

Kenny flicked his chin toward Eren, who stood in a loose circle of people, talking animatedly. Among them, a black-haired, sharp-eyed girl—clearly of Azumabito descent—stood with arms crossed, her expression calm yet unreadable. Her build was lean, athletic, not unlike Levi’s own, and there was something about her posture that hinted at discipline.

„Yeah,“ Kenny said, watching as Eren laughed at something she said. „You’ve seen her around before, right? Your boy’s already making friends with her… Mikasa.“

Levi frowned slightly, his gaze flicking back to Eren and the girl. He hadn’t realized she was tied to Hizuru. „Didn’t know she belonged to them,“ he muttered.

Kenny gave him a thoughtful look, tilting his head slightly. „Well,“ he mutrered „she got the blood, that’s for damn sure. ‘Tween you an’ me, I see some resemblance. From what I heard, Kiyomi kept her under her wing after her folks got killed. Ain’t never seen her ‘round deals, though—girl don’t seem all that thrilled ‘bout the business. But, y’know how it is. You got ties, you ain’t ever really out.“ He gave Levi a pointed look, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. „You here too, ain’t ya? Even with all that bark ‘bout how you don’t want this life no more.“

Levi’s jaw tightened, his fingers twitching at his sides. For a brief second, he looked away, gaze trailing over the rusted metal beams of the warehouse ceiling. The flickering neon lights buzzed above, casting long shadows over the floor.

Finally, he sighed and met Kenny’s eyes again. „Maybe.“

Kenny chuckled, shaking his head. „Yeah. That’s what I thought.“ He raised a brow, curiosity flickering in his sharp grey eyes. He took another slow drag from his cigarette before exhaling, the smoke curling lazily above them. „But what’s with the money? Tattoo business don’t sell no more?“

Levi shot him a flat look, unimpressed. „It sells damn well. You’re awfully nosy today.“

Kenny barked out a laugh, clearly unbothered. „Hey, you came to me, kid.“ He smirked, tucking his free hand into the pocket of his long coat. „Just tryna see what’s the deal.“

Levi exhaled through his nose, crossing his arms. „I wanna look for houses with Eren. That shit ain’t cheap.“ He glanced over to where Eren was still talking, his voice animated as he spoke with Mikasa. Levi’s expression softened for just a second before he turned back to Kenny. „Figured I better stock the savings up. Not exactly thrilled about takin’ out some shitty bank loan or whatever.“

Kenny let out a low whistle, clearly amused. „Houses, huh? Damn, you’re really settlin’ down.“ He tapped the ash off his cigarette. „Didn’t think I’d see the day.“

Levi rolled his eyes. „Yeah, well. Shit changes.“

Kenny just grinned. „Yeah, guess it does.“ His expression softened just a little, the tough exterior still there, but something like genuine amusement flickered in his eyes. He exhaled slowly and gave a short, knowing nod.

„Alright, enough with the sappy talk,“ he said, his tone lighter now but still with that tough edge. „The fights are starting soon. Maybe throw down a bet, huh? Stack up that savings. Keep that boy of yours happy. Buy him a real fuckin’ house. You ain’t gonna find another one like him.“

Levi huffed. „Tch. Like I need you to tell me that.”

Kenny clapped a hand on Levi’s shoulder. „Go on, enjoy the bloodbath. You always did like watchin’ people get their teeth knocked as you was a snotter nosed brat.”

Levi followed his gaze. The warehouse had grown even louder, the murmur of voices building into a steady roar as more people crowded around the cage. The anticipation in the air was thick, buzzing with restless energy. The fighters were warming up, stretching, throwing practice punches. The first match would be starting soon.

Levi scoffed. „You say that like you’re any different.”

Kenny just grinned, his sharp canines flashing. „Nah. But I own the damn cage—means I’m gettin’ paid either way.”

Kenny’s words echoed in Levi’s head, but he didn’t let them sway him. It wasn’t the money he was after, and he definitely didn’t need advice on Eren.

Levi’s lips twitched into a faint, almost imperceptible smile as he turned to follow Eren over to the small group that had gathered. Marco and Jean were with them, chatting lightly, though Jean’s voice stood out among them. He was leaning in toward Mikasa, his smile wide as he gave her a flirtatious look.

„Seriously, Mikasa, you’ve got the most amazing hair,“ Jean said, his tone teasing but with an obvious flirtatious edge. „It’s like midnight wrapped in silk. How do you even keep it so perfect? You’re a real black-haired beauty.“

Marco, standing beside him, let out a sharp sigh, his annoyance clear as he crossed his arms. „Jean, seriously?“ he muttered, shooting him a pointed look. It wasn’t just the compliment—it was the fact that Jean didn’t even seem to realize he was flirting with a girl right in front of his own boyfriend.

Eren, oblivious to the tension simmering between them, grinned as he slipped an arm around Levi’s shoulders. „Ah, and here’s my black-haired beauty,“ he said, flashing a grin before pressing a quick kiss to Levi’s head. „Even if he looks pissed off all the time.“ He gave Levi a playful nudge, keeping him close as he glanced around the room.

Mikasa muttered, „I’m not interested in compliments,“ her tone flat as she barely spared Jean a glance. Instead, she turned to Levi, who stood at Eren’s side, and gave him a polite nod—her expression as stoic as his.

Eren’s attention flickered to Mikasa, but it didn’t linger long. „Mika just told me she’s got the final fight against Annie today!“ he said, his voice tinged with excitement. „That’s gonna be a good one.“ Eren leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, excited tone. „I can’t wait to see that.“

Mikasa nodded, her focus turning toward Annie and the other fighters. „It’ll be intense,“ she said quietly. „But I’m ready.“

Eren’s gaze flickered over the rest of the fighters before landing on a familiar figure sitting on a bench nearby. Annie. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a tight bun, a few loose strands framing her face. Pale blue eyes, sharp and unreadable, flicked up briefly before settling elsewhere. Her expression was stoic as ever, but there was a quiet ease in the way she sat, her posture relaxed yet ready.

Around the room, the other fighters—women only tonight—were in their own corners, focused on their own preparations. Some stretched, others wrapped their hands, while a few exchanged quiet words with their trainers. The tension in the air was thick, charged with anticipation.

He smiled, his eyes lighting up with recognition. „Really, I can’t decide which one of you I’m cheering for today,“ Eren said with a chuckle. „You both are incredible.“

He’d seen both Mikasa and Annie in the ring before, and he’d always been impressed by their skill and determination. He’d talked to them both after their matches, and somehow, it was always easy for him to strike up a conversation. It was the way Eren was—he could talk to just about anyone and make friends. Mikasa, despite being more reserved, had always been welcoming to Eren. And Annie—well, she’d opened up to him over time too, although she wasn’t as easy to approach.

Eren’s eyes lingered on Mikasa and Annie as they spoke quietly. To his surprise, despite their rivalry in the ring, they seemed to get along better than he expected. Both women were fiercely independent, quiet and focused on their fights, but there was an unspoken bond between them now. They were competitors, sure, but there was respect there too.

Eren’s thoughts drifted back to a time he’d seen Annie in Reiner’s group, before the incident with Gabi and Falco. Th tension that night—the chaos, the drugging—but that was in the past now. Annie had distanced herself from the rest of Reiner’s group, and now she was mostly on her own. Her connection to Mikasa had grown stronger since then.

Eren also remembered Armin being there on the last „Girls‘ Fight Night,“ sitting quietly beside Annie on the bench, talking with her in a way that actually made her open up. For once, Annie hadn’t been the silent girl. She was laughing, chatting with Armin—who seemed to be flirting with her. Eren wasn’t sure. Armin kept his love life under wraps—whether it was whatever was going on between him and Erwin or with Annie.

Levi’s voice broke through Eren’s thoughts. „Kenny said I should place a bet,“ Levi remarked, though he didn’t sound particularly interested. „But I think I’ll pass tonight.“

Eren smirked at Levi, pulling him a little closer. „Yeah, same here. Wouldn’t even know who to bet on,“ he admitted, glancing between Mikasa and Annie. „Guess we’ll just have to enjoy the show.“

Levi didn’t respond immediately, his gaze scanning the crowd. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, the buzz of the crowd rising as the first match was about to begin. Eren’s heart raced with excitement—he couldn’t wait for the fight to start. He always did enjoy the adrenaline of these events.

But more than that, he was enjoying the company.

Eren squeezed Levi’s shoulder, his excitement mounting. „Let’s enjoy the chaos while it lasts,“ he said with a grin. „This place is about to blow up.“

Mikasa gave Eren a brief glance before nodding toward the bench where Annie was sitting. „You can sit with us,“ she offered, her voice neutral as ever.

Eren smiled, always easygoing. „Yeah, sure. Sounds good.“ He motioned for Jean and Marco to follow, and they all moved to join Mikasa and Annie.

Levi, however, pressed his jaw together slightly, though he doubted anyone but Eren would notice. The first time he’d seen Eren making friends with Mikasa weeks ago, he had thought she was looking at Eren a little too much. He knew better now—there was nothing to be jealous about. Mikasa wasn’t making eyes at Eren, wasn’t trying to pull anything.

It wasn’t insecurity. Levi was damn sure of their relationship, of Eren’s loyalty. But that didn’t mean he had to enjoy it when others got ideas.

He exhaled through his nose, pushing the thought aside. Mikasa’s gaze didn’t linger on Eren in any inappropriate way, and besides, Eren had just had Levi’s cock in his mouth not even half an hour ago.

Hell, Eren probably still had his taste on his tongue.

Good.

Jean settled down beside Eren and Mikasa, his usual charm kicking in as he smoothly joined the conversation. His easygoing nature seemed to lighten the mood, even as Marco’s expression hardened slightly. The warmth that usually radiated from him was replaced by something colder, more guarded. His arms were tightly crossed, his jaw set. Levi noticed the shift, the tension between Marco and Jean, though neither of them said a word.

It didn’t take much for Levi to see what was going on. The young man’s discomfort wasn’t hard to read. Jean was being Jean, laughing and flirting with Mikasa, but Marco wasn’t taking it well. There was an obvious frustration simmering beneath his calm exterior. Levi almost smirked at how predictable it all was.

A quiet „tch“ escaped Marco, just loud enough for Levi to hear, a signal that Marco’s patience was wearing thin. It was enough to make Levi step in, his casual stance not betraying the sharpness of his words. Hands in his pockets, he leaned just a bit closer, his tone smooth and blunt.

„Next time, make him blow you in the parking lot and you won’t have that problem,“ Levi said, his voice low, steady, and without a hint of hesitation. His grey eyes flicked over to Marco’s, briefly locking with the younger man’s brown ones.

Marco stiffened, his gaze flickering away in discomfort. His mouth opened, but no words came out. The tension between him and Jean was thicker now, and Levi could feel it in the air.

Marco shook his head, trying to brush it off, though the irritation still lingered in his expression. „Real funny,” he muttered under his breath, though his words held no real bite.

Levi just shrugged, unfazed by Marco’s reaction. „Just sayin’.” He gave a glance back toward Jean, who was still engrossed in his conversation with Mikasa, completely oblivious to the unspoken frustration radiating off Marco.

Marco wasn’t one to usually get worked up about this kind of thing, but Jean’s careless flirting had pushed him past his usual tolerance. Levi had seen it before—Jean could be charming, but sometimes he was a bit too careless when he directed his attention towards women. And Marco, despite being the calm, level-headed one, clearly didn’t like watching it unfold right in front of him.

Levi tilted his head slightly, his expression neutral. „You’re mad ‘cause he’s flirting right in front of you. He doesn’t even notice he’s doin’ it.”

Marco let out a sharp exhale, his lips pressing into a thin line. „It’s not—“ He paused, then sighed, shaking his head again. „Whatever. It’s just how he is.“ Marco had accepted, to a small extent, that Jean was still attracted to women. He knew Jean wasn’t truly gay—that he’d only been interested in women before their relationship. Though it usually didn’t bother him too much, seeing it getting out of hand now left him feeling frustrated.

Levi raised an eyebrow. „Doesn’t mean you have to like it.“

Marco stayed quiet, but the tightness in his arms and the way his eyes darted toward Jean told Levi everything he needed to know. It was obvious he didn’t enjoy it. But some things, Levi knew, were just going to play out how they played out.

Jean was still laughing, still making Mikasa smile with whatever flirty comment he was making now. And Marco, well, he had to handle it himself. Levi had said his piece, and if Marco couldn’t speak up, that was his problem, not Levi’s.

Levi’s gaze shifted back to the group, his expression unwavering. His voice was calm, but there was a certain coldness to it as he spoke, making it clear he wasn’t joking.

„If Eren pulled that shit,” he said quietly, „I’d fuck him right in front of that chick and make him remember to whom he belongs.” His eyes briefly flicked back to Marco, who immediately understood the unspoken threat behind the words.

Marco let out a frustrated huff, rubbing a hand over his face. „Don’t say that too loud,” he warned, half-amused, half-exasperated. „Eren might start flirting with every girl around just to get you to do it.”

Levi’s lips twitched into a dry, almost amused smile. „Let him try.“

Before either Marco or Levi could respond, a loud, gravelly voice rang out over the crowd, cutting through the murmur of conversation. The music abruptly dropped, leaving a heavy silence in the air. All eyes turned toward the center of the cage, where Kenny stood with a mischievous glint in his eyes, his hands resting confidently on his hips as he surveyed the crowd.

„Attention, ya fuckers!“ Kenny bellowed, his voice carrying effortlessly over the noise. His accent was thick, rough, and unmistakably familiar to everyone in the room. „We all know why we’re here: to watch the ladies crawl their eyes out!“

A roar of laughter and cheers erupted from the crowd, and people clapped and whistled in excitement. The crude joke seemed to fuel the anticipation, and the atmosphere grew heavier with exhilaration and discomfort.

„Who needs some damn porn when we get to see something like this!“ Kenny continued, his grin wide and predatory, his tone unabashedly lecherous.

Mikasa’s expression tightened, and Annie beside her shifted uncomfortably. They exchanged a brief, knowing glance—both clearly uncomfortable with the crude jokes. The sexualization was nothing new to them, but that didn’t make it any easier to stomach. They had both fought hard to be seen for their skills, not for their bodies. And hearing the crowd’s vulgar reactions only reinforced that.

Eren, sensing the tension beside him, let out a small sigh, leaning closer to Mikasa and Annie to offer a supportive, understanding glance. He couldn’t stop Kenny’s comments, but he was acutely aware of how it made the women feel.

Kenny, oblivious to the discomfort his words caused, raised his arms and continued pushing the crowd. „I hope you placed your bets well,“ he called out, a sly grin on his face. „Let’s see how this spectacle goes!“

The crowd cheered again, but it was obvious that not everyone was equally entertained. The energy in the room had shifted slightly—some caught up in the fervor of the event, others less than thrilled with the tone Kenny was setting. Still, the show had to go on. The fighters had trained, the bets had been placed, and now it was time for the real reason they were all gathered here.

Mikasa and Annie steeled themselves, knowing they would need to block out the comments and focus on the fight ahead. For them, it wasn’t about the spectacle—it was about proving their skill. It always had been.

As the crowd quieted in anticipation, the tension in the air thickened. The first fight was about to begin.

Kenny’s voice cut through the murmur of the crowd once more, his tone sharper now as he prepared to introduce the fighters for the first round.

„Alright, alright! First up, we’ve got Louise and Ruth!” he announced, his words heavy with anticipation. „Let’s see who’s walkin’ outta here with some goddamn bragging rights!”

The crowd roared in response, eager to see what the two women would bring to the cage. The atmosphere buzzed with excitement as the fighters made their way to the cage.

Louise, a woman with light skin and shoulder-length blonde hair tied back into a ponytail, walked confidently toward the cage. Her expression was neutral, focused, her posture suggesting a readiness to engage, not for show. She wore simple, functional sports pants and a matching sports bra, nothing flashy. There was no makeup, no effort to enhance her appearance for the audience—she was here to fight, not to be admired. The crowd noticed, but her indifference to their gaze only added to the tension building in the room.

Her opponent, Ruth, had dark brown hair braided into two tight pigtails, the strands framing her face in sharp contrast to her calm, focused expression. Ruth’s attire mirrored Louise’s—plain, no-nonsense sports gear. Her body was fit, honed through years of training, and it was clear from her posture that she wasn’t here for any applause—she was here to fight.

Both women took their places in the cage, their eyes locked onto each other, silently sizing each other up. There was a palpable tension between them as they stood, preparing for the bell to ring.

As the match began, the tension in the room grew. The fighters immediately moved toward the center of the cage, circling each other with deliberate, careful steps. Ruth lunged first, throwing a quick jab at Louise’s face, but Louise was fast—she ducked, avoiding the blow and quickly retaliating with a powerful kick aimed at Ruth’s ribs. The kick landed with a thud, but Ruth managed to twist her body, absorbing the blow with minimal damage.

The crowd reacted with loud cheers and shouts, urging the fighters on as the intensity of the bout built. Louise’s legs were fast and strong, using swift kicks to try and keep Ruth at bay. Ruth, however, was more calculated, using her reach to throw punches and then back away, keeping a distance between herself and Louise.

Louise struck again—this time, a sharp elbow to Ruth’s side—but Ruth countered with a hard right hook that sent Louise staggering back a step. The hit was clean, and the force of it was enough to make Louise’s breath hitch.

They clashed again, Ruth closing the distance and engaging in a brutal exchange of fists. Each punch carried ist own weight, and the sounds of gloves hitting flesh echoed throughout the warehouse. Louise had the quicker feet, but Ruth’s punches were heavier, landing with bone-jarring force. It was a game of strategy—one based on speed and precision versus raw power and endurance.

Ruth attempted a takedown, grabbing for Louise’s legs and trying to trip her to the mat. Louise struggled, managing to stay on her feet with an impressive display of balance and strength. She responded by catching Ruth in a clinch, using her elbow to land a sharp strike to Ruth’s jaw.

The crowd was on the edge of their seats now, watching with bated breath as the fight intensified. Ruth’s left cheek was beginning to swell from the strikes, and Louise had a bruise already beginning to form on her right thigh from Ruth’s kicks.

The fight went on like that—back and forth. Ruth landed a couple of heavy strikes, but Louise’s speed and agility allowed her to keep up, making it clear this fight wasn’t just about power—it was a battle of willpower, technique, and grit.

In the final moments of the round, Ruth caught Louise off guard with a spinning backfist, but Louise was quick enough to deflect it, using her opponent’s momentum against her. She grabbed Ruth’s arm and spun her into a tight armbar, locking Ruth in a painful submission hold. Ruth gritted her teeth, her muscles straining as she fought to break free, but the pressure on her arm was too much. With no other option, Ruth tapped out, signaling her defeat.

The bell rang, and the crowd erupted into cheers, some shouting for one fighter, others for the other, but it was clear the spectacle had captured everyone’s attention.

Louise stood, breathing heavily but victorious, while Ruth sat on the mat, nursing her arm but still composed, her face tight with frustration but holding onto a quiet respect for the fight she’d just endured.

Kenny’s voice echoed again, a little louder this time as he gave the crowd the rundown. „And that’s it, folks! Louise takes the first round! Give ‘em a damn round of applause!”

The crowd reacted, cheering and clapping, some even shouting Ruth’s name in support. The intensity in the room hadn’t dissipated. With each match, it was clear this was a battle not just of bodies, but of minds, where every hit, every move, mattered.

Levi watched intently from his spot, not impressed by the crude remarks, but focusing on the fight. He was used to this—used to the violence, the strategy, the raw energy of it all. He’d seen worse, done worse.

Kenny’s voice cut through the chatter, gruff and commanding. „Alright, last chance to place your damn bets! Fifteen minutes, then it’s showtime again!”

Eren glanced sideways, his gaze landing on Mikasa and Annie. The tension in the air was palpable—next up would be their fight.

X

Chapter Text

Regrets 2
Chapter 7 – New Friends

The fifteen minutes stretched on, the air thick with tension and excitement. Heavy music pounded through the venue, rattling the walls and fueling the energy of the onlookers. People were still buzzing over the last fight, debating techniques, arguing over bets, and tossing money between eager hands. Laughter rang out, rough and boisterous, the kind that only came from adrenaline and alcohol mixing just right.

„Five minutes,” Kenny’s voice cut through the noise, suddenly right beside them. Eren glanced up at the older man, who looked plenty pleased with how the night was going.

Mikasa and Annie both nodded in acknowledgment. Mikasa pulled her loose hoodie over her head, revealing her usual no-nonsense attire—a fitted black sports bra and matching pants. Annie, on the other hand, opted for a little more color, her berry-colored shorts and top standing out under the dim overhead lights.

Eren tilted his head, his voice edged with dry amusement. „Think you can call the fight without making it sound like you’re running a strip club?”

Kenny barked out a laugh, grinning like a man who had no shame—which, of course, he didn’t. „Why, boy, just ’cause you get hard for cock don’t mean the other bastards ‘round here can’t enjoy a fight and some tits at once.”

Mikasa and Annie barely reacted, their expressions locked in stone. They’d heard worse, but that didn’t mean they had to like it.

Eren scowled. „The perverts can go jerk off at home.”

Kenny just lifted a scruffy eyebrow, smirking. „As if you and Levi keep it to the damn bedroom.”

Eren huffed, unimpressed. „Not the point here.”

Kenny spread his arms, mocking. „So what is the point? You don’t like how I run my show, huh, brat?” His voice was thick with his usual accent, blunt and challenging. „Fine, alright—get your ass up and show me if you can get the crowd fired up.”

Eren blinked. „Huh, what?” He straightened slightly, caught between surprise and irritation.

Kenny clapped a heavy hand against his back, near knocking the breath out of him. „You’re comin’ with me.”

Eren turned toward Levi instinctively—not for permission, but with an expression that clearly said: Is he for real?

Levi, as usual, barely reacted. He just shrugged, indifferent. This was nothing new. For all Kenny’s gruff, half-assed parenting methods and shameless mouth, he had a soft spot for family. And in Kenny’s mind, Eren was family—his ‘nephew-in-law,’ even if it wasn’t anything official. Dragging Eren into this was just his way of pulling him into the business, in whatever twisted way that meant.

Eren exhaled, rolling his shoulders before standing. He left his brown leather jacket draped over the bench, following Kenny toward the cage, his steps a mix of irritation and amusement.

He wasn’t sure what he’d just gotten himself into, but hell—he’d roll with it.

Eren stepped into the cage behind Kenny, the familiar, worn-down ground beneath his boots sparking something instinctive in him. This was a battleground—one he knew well from his own fights. Every time he’d been in here before, it had been to throw punches, to test himself against an opponent, to win. But now, Kenny wanted him to play a different role.

Fine.

Eren chuckled to himself. This was kinda fun.

Kenny clicked his tongue, a sharp sound that carried a challenge. „Go on,” he said with a shit-eating grin. „And don’t forget—we ain’t runnin’ a damn strip club.” His tone was mocking, throwing Eren’s own words right back at him.

Eren snorted, shaking his head. He didn’t know exactly when it had happened, but somewhere along the line, he’d started to actually like Kenny. Which was insane, considering Levi’s uncle was an insufferable bastard most of the time. But maybe that was part of it—Kenny didn’t pretend to be anything other than what he was. He was blunt, a permanent asshole, and had the morals of a sewer rat, but he was also the closest thing to family Levi had left. And by extension, that meant Eren considered him family too.

Maybe it was because Eren had never really had that kind of father figure himself—not that he had daddy issues, thank you very much. But it was nice, being accepted as Levi’s partner, and as person. As someone who belonged in their fucked-up little world.

Not that he lingered on the thought. He had a job to do.

Straightening up, Eren squared his shoulders, all six feet of him standing tall as he cast his sharp green eyes over the crowd. The music cut out, leaving only the low murmur of voices and the distant clang of drinks being set down.

„Alright, listen the fuck up,” Eren called, voice carrying over the room like a command.

The shift was instant. The crowd responded to strength, to confidence—and Eren had both in spades. People turned their heads, attention locking onto him.

„We got our next fight comin’ up, and you better get your shit together real quick,” Eren continued, voice firm. „Fighting tonight—we got Mikasa and Annie.”

A wave of cheers rippled through the room, but Eren wasn’t done. He let them get a few seconds of noise out before raising a hand—and just like that, the volume dropped again.

„Now, let me make something real clear,” Eren said, voice dropping lower, sharper. „This is a fight, not some cheap-ass show for little fuckers who can’t keep their dicks in their pants.”

His eyes scanned the room, daring anyone to challenge him. „You wanna see some real skill? You wanna watch two of the toughest fighters in this damn place go head-to-head? Then sit the fuck down and show some respect.”

His gaze flickered over the crowd again, locking onto a few of the usual suspects—the guys who always made the loudest, most obnoxious comments when the women fought. „Any of you bastards think this is somethin’ to jerk off to and disrespect the girls? Try it. I fucking dare you.” His lips curled into a smirk. „See what happens.”

He held their gaze for a beat longer, jaw set, letting the threat hang in the air.

Then, like flipping a switch, Eren’s face lit up. „Alright!” he said, clapping his hands once. „Now that we’ve got that outta the way—enjoy the fight, people! You’re in for a damn good one.”

There was a pause, a beat of silence—and then, like a fuse catching fire, the crowd roared, the energy surging again, this time with an edge of anticipation rather than sleaze. Eren had done what Kenny wanted. He’d hyped the fight, set the tone.

And as he stepped back, casting a glance at Mikasa and Annie, he could see it in their eyes—approval, maybe even a little amusement.

Kenny let out a rough laugh, clapping him on the back. „Not bad, brat,” he muttered, sounding far too pleased with himself.

Eren just rolled his eyes, stepping out of the cage. The fight was about to begin.

Kenny clapped Eren on the back as he walked by. Then, with that familiar gravel in his voice, he called out to the crowd, „Now this was Eren Jeager for ya—ya all know him by now, right? Boy don’t fuck around… so ya better listen to what he says.”

He barked out a rough, hoarse laugh, grinning like he was thoroughly enjoying himself. Then, spreading his arms wide, he let his voice boom over the crowd again.

„I hope ya all placed your bets right—‘cause there ain’t no turnin’ back now. Let the damn show begin!”

The moment the words left his mouth, the room erupted—cheers, shouts, the pounding of fists against tables and walls as the energy hit ist peak. The fight was on.

As Annie and Mikasa strode toward the cage, the final song before their fight echoed through the warehouse. „The Space in Between“ by How to Destroy Angels drifted over the crowd, ist haunting, almost sensual melody feeling strangely out of place in the gritty, high-energy atmosphere.

„All the blood lying on the floor
Sense the crowd expecting something more
Opened up, proudly on display
What we tried so hard to hide away…“

The contrast was stark. During the men’s fights, the music was all pounding drums, wild lyrics, raw aggression that matched the brutality in the cage. But the women’s fights were different—whether it was out of some twisted attempt at theatrics or just Kenny fucking with expectations, the playlist took a softer, eerier turn. At least it wasn’t the kind of garbage you’d hear in a strip club or porn.

Eren stood just outside the cage, arms crossed as he watched them approach. Annie gave him a curt nod, a silent thanks for his earlier words. Mikasa, more familiar, offered a small but genuine smile before they stepped past him, slipping into the cage with quiet confidence.

The heavy metal door swung shut behind them, locking them in. The tension in the air thickened, the hum of the crowd fading for just a moment as anticipation settled like a weight over the warehouse.

The fight was about to begin.

The cage closed, Kenny gave the signal, and the fight was on.

Mikasa and Annie didn’t waste time circling each other, didn’t posture or taunt like some fighters did. They knew each other too well for that. They weren’t enemies—just two warriors in the cage, testing each other’s strength.

Annie moved first, a calculated jab snapping toward Mikasa’s face, but Mikasa was fast. She dodged, barely shifting to the side, and countered with a sharp front kick aimed at Annie’s midsection. Annie blocked with her forearm, absorbing the impact, but it still sent her back a step.

Annie recovered instantly, fists high and tight, a textbook stance drilled into her from proper training. She was precise, methodical—Eren had seen her fight before, and it was always the same. She didn’t waste movement. Every strike was meant to land, every block was placed with intent.

Mikasa, on the other hand, was raw talent. She didn’t have the same formal training, but what she lacked in structure, she made up for with instinct. She flowed like water, adapting with every step, every attack. Her style had a touch of karate to it—sharp, controlled kicks, lightning-fast counters, and an uncanny ability to predict her opponent’s next move.

Annie threw a low kick toward Mikasa’s thigh, aiming to deaden her leg, but Mikasa checked it effortlessly. Before Annie could reset, Mikasa lunged forward, her fist flying toward Annie’s ribs. Annie twisted, deflecting the blow with her elbow, and retaliated with a hook aimed at Mikasa’s temple.

Mikasa ducked.

The fight was fast, technical, and ruthless in ist efficiency. They weren’t here to put on a show—they were here to win. And unlike some of the sloppy brawlers Eren had seen in this cage, these two actually knew what they were doing. Not as good as Levi, of course—nobody was—but better than a lot of the so-called fighters who just swung wildly, hoping to land something.

The crowd was pleased, watching the back-and-forth, the sharp movement of muscles, the sweat catching under the warehouse lights. There was less blood, less brutality than the usual fights, but the skill was undeniable.

Mikasa feinted high, then snapped a roundhouse kick toward Annie’s side. Annie caught it, twisting slightly as she yanked Mikasa’s leg, trying to throw her off balance. Mikasa spun with the motion, flipping her body midair, landing on her feet in a crouch before launching forward with a hard uppercut.

Annie barely dodged, her shoulder taking the brunt of the impact, but she turned it into an opportunity. She locked her arms around Mikasa’s torso and swept her legs out from under her.

Mikasa hit the ground hard, the rough concrete scraping her skin, but she barely had a second to register it before Annie was on her again.

The crowd roared, sensing a shift. Annie moved quickly, trying to mount her, but Mikasa twisted underneath, wrapping her legs around Annie’s waist and pushing her off.

They scrambled back to their feet at the same time, breathing hard, eyes locked.

This wasn’t about anger. It wasn’t about dominance. It was about winning.

And neither of them was ready to lose.

Annie and Mikasa circled each other, both breathing hard but refusing to show exhaustion. The fight had been dead even so far, neither able to fully overpower the other. Every strike was answered, every attempt at control countered. The crowd was on edge, watching closely, waiting for the moment one of them would finally gain the upper hand.

Mikasa made the first move, stepping in fast with a sharp jab aimed at Annie’s face. Annie blocked, but Mikasa didn’t hesitate—she followed with a knee toward Annie’s ribs. Annie twisted just in time, absorbing the impact without giving ground.

Then she struck back.

Annie threw a quick one-two combo, forcing Mikasa to retreat a step, and then—without warning—she pivoted and snapped a brutal roundhouse kick toward Mikasa’s head.

Mikasa barely had time to react. She brought up her arm to block, but the force of the impact still sent her staggering sideways. That half-second of imbalance was all Annie needed.

She lunged.

Before Mikasa could recover, Annie drove forward, her shoulder slamming into Mikasa’s core, taking her down hard. They hit the concrete in a tangle of limbs, but Annie moved first, pinning Mikasa’s wrists down, her weight pressing into Mikasa’s chest.

Mikasa struggled, twisting, trying to buck Annie off, but Annie held firm. Mikasa was strong—stronger than most—but Annie’s technique was too solid. She had leverage, positioning.

The signal rang.

The fight was over.

The cage door opened, and the noise from the crowd flooded in—cheers, whistles, some groans from those who had bet on Mikasa.

Annie released Mikasa immediately and stood, offering a hand.

Mikasa took it without hesitation, gripping firm as she pulled herself up. No words were spoken—none were needed. They simply looked at each other, nodded once, and shook hands.

The fight had been clean. Hard. Fair.

And Annie had won.

Kenny stepped into the cage, his heavy boots scuffing against the rough concrete as the crowd’s cheers still echoed through the warehouse. He wasted no time, jerking his head toward Eren in a silent signal to follow.

Eren let out an amused huff, shaking his head. Fine. He’d play along.

He climbed back into the cage, rolling his shoulders as he walked up to where Annie and Mikasa stood, still catching their breath. Sweat clung to their skin, their chests rising and falling from the intense fight, but neither of them looked shaken—just focused, grounded, and ready for whatever came next.

Kenny clapped a hand on Annie’s shoulder, grinning. „Not bad, blondie. You gave ‘em a hell of a show.” Then he turned to Mikasa with a half-smirk. „And you—thought ya had her there for a second. Too bad.”

Mikasa, as expected, didn’t react much. She just wiped a bit of sweat from her brow and gave Annie a glance that clearly said next time will be different.

Eren stepped up then, running a hand through his hair as he addressed both of them. „Good fight. Real good.” His voice carried easily over the lingering noise of the crowd, though he wasn’t talking to them—not yet. „Doesn’t matter who won that one, everyone here knows you both are tougher than half the bastards in this room.”

Kenny snorted at that, but he didn’t disagree.

Eren turned, facing the onlookers, then reached for Annie’s wrist and lifted it high. „Your winner—Annie Leonhart.”

The warehouse erupted with cheers, whistles, and a few groans from those who had bet on Mikasa. Annie stood tall, face unreadable as always, but there was no mistaking the slight shift in her posture—the quiet pride of someone who had fought hard and earned their win.

Mikasa, standing just beside her, showed no bitterness, no frustration. Just the same steely calm as before.

Eren let Annie’s arm drop, but before stepping back, he shot the crowd a look—one that warned them to keep their damn comments in check.

„And let’s be real,” he added, voice sharp, „some of you dipshits didn’t bet on who was gonna win—you just wanted to see two women fight. So let me say this—these two could knock most of you flat on your asses, so maybe show ‘em the respect they deserve.”

A few laughs, a few sheepish coughs. No one argued. Some cheered.

Kenny barked out a rough chuckle, slapping Eren’s back – again. Damn. „Well, hell, look at you, boy. Getting real comfortable on the mic.”

Eren shot him a sideways glare. „Not a damn mic.”

„Same difference.” Kenny turned back to the crowd. „Alright, you fuckers, get your drinks, count your losses, place your bets—‘cause there’s always a next fight.”

Eren made his way back to the bench where his friends—and Levi—were waiting. The energy from the fight still crackled in the air, the warehouse buzzing with conversation and the occasional rowdy cheer as people settled their bets.

Marco was the first to greet him, grinning wide as he held out a fist. „Damn, Eren, you’re a natural. Almost put Kenny in the shadows.”

Eren let out a short laugh, bumping his knuckles against Marco’s—though his version of a fist bump was more like a small punch. Marco shook his hand out with an exaggerated wince, chuckling.

Jean, lounging beside him, smirked. „Careful, Marco. Let him run his mouth much longer, and next thing we know, he’ll be running the whole damn show.”

Eren scoffed but didn’t argue.

His attention shifted to Levi, who sat with his arms crossed, watching him with a look that was half-amused, half-appraising. A small smirk tugged at the corner of Levi’s lips as he raised an eyebrow. „Oi, picked up a new calling, have you?”

Eren chuckled, his green eyes still glinting with the thrill of it all. „What? It’s kinda fun.”

Without hesitation, he reached for Levi, hooking a hand around his waist and tugging him just a bit closer. His expression was playful, but there was something smug in the way he leaned in, clearly enjoying himself.

Levi didn’t resist, but he did give him a flat look. „Don’t get cocky.”

Eren just grinned. „Too late.”

Levi muttered, „I know,” as he tugged Eren’s head down, pressing a firm kiss to his lips.

„Nice show,” he admitted quietly against his mouth before kissing him again, slower this time. One hand slid into Eren’s hair, fingers curling slightly as he pulled him just a fraction closer, while his other hand moved along Eren’s arm, fingers pressing lightly against the solid muscle of his bicep.

Eren hummed in response, his own hands resting on Levi’s waist, thumbs brushing lazy circles over the fabric of his shirt.

A flat, dry voice cut through the moment. „Oh, already back at making out?”

Annie had returned to the bench, grabbing a towel and a bottle of water. Her tone was quiet, almost indifferent, but the faint twinkle in her eyes gave her away. It was hard to tell if she was annoyed or just mildly entertained. She wiped sweat off her face, taking a slow sip from her water bottle before glancing at them again, this time with something that almost looked like mischief.

„For all that talk about this not being a damn porn show, you sure put on a pretty explicit display every time you step out of that ring,” she remarked, a hint of amusement creeping into her voice.

Eren smirked, rubbing the back of his neck. „Yeah, well… what can I say?”

Annie rolled her eyes but huffed a quiet laugh before adding, „But… thanks for the backup.”

Eren nodded, grinning. „You’re welcome.”

Mikasa appeared next, still breathing heavily as she walked over, her usual unreadable expression in place. She grabbed her own water bottle, unscrewing the cap and taking a deep drink before swiping her arm over her forehead.

She didn’t say anything at first, just stood next to Annie, catching her breath. But there was a slight tilt to her lips, a silent acknowledgment that the fight had been good—tough, but good. Annie glanced at her, then gave a small nod, which Mikasa returned before focusing on her water.

Eren watched them for a moment before chuckling. „You two really went at it.”

Mikasa raised an eyebrow at him over her bottle. „Wouldn’t have been a fight otherwise.”

Annie smirked. „You wouldn’t have lasted a round.”

Eren scoffed. „Yeah, yeah. We’ll see about that.”

Levi, still beside him, let out a small, unimpressed „Tch.”

Eren turned back to him, grinning. „What? You don’t think I could take them?”

Levi’s lips curled slightly, his voice steady and sure. „Sure you can.”

There was no sarcasm, no teasing—just simple confidence. Levi had seen Eren fight, had watched him push past his limits time and time again. He knew Eren wasn’t invincible, but he also knew damn well that if Eren set his mind to something, he wouldn’t go down easily.

Eren leaned in again, capturing Levi’s lips with his own, his tongue brushing against Levi’s in a slow, teasing stroke. He felt the way Levi responded immediately, fingers gripping his waist, pulling him closer. Their kiss was deep, unhurried—until a sharp exhale broke the moment.

„You’re really into the shorty, huh,” Mikasa remarked dryly.

Levi pulled back instantly, eyes snapping toward her with a glare sharp enough to cut steel. „What the fuck did you just say?” His voice was low, controlled, but laced with the kind of venom that made most people back off.

Damn bitch. If she wasn’t part of a gang Kenny had good ties with, he’d be tempted to slit her throat right then and there. His fingers twitched at his sides, years of old instincts screaming at him to reach for his knives. Fucking habits.

Mikasa, unfazed, just huffed again. „Take it easy. It wasn’t an insult,” she said bluntly. „You are short. That’s all. It’s a fact.”

Levi’s glare darkened, but before he could snap back, Eren wrapped his arms around him from behind, pulling him close. He felt the tension in Levi’s body, the slight stiffness in his shoulders. Eren pressed a firm kiss against Levi’s hair, then against the side of his head.

„He’s perfect,” Eren said simply, his voice full of unshakable affection.

Levi rolled his eyes, but the sharp edge in his stance softened. Even Mikasa let out something close to an exasperated sigh, as if she had expected nothing less from Eren.

Jean, who had been watching the exchange with amusement, finally chipped in. „Alright, lovebirds, you done? ‘Cause I was gonna ask if we’re grabbing drinks or what.” He leaned back against the bench, smirking. „We could go out, make a whole afterparty out of this. Celebrate Annie’s win, Mikasa’s ass-kicking, and Eren’s new career as a ring announcer.”

Marco grinned. „I’m in. What about you guys?”

Eren glanced at Levi, who gave a small, noncommittal shrug—he didn’t care either way. Eren smirked. „Sounds good to me.”

_

The bar they ended up at was a low-lit, no-bullshit kind of place—halfway between a dive bar and an underground hangout. No neon signs, no polished cocktail menus, just a few dim lights, scratched-up tables, and the lingering scent of old beer and cigarette smoke. The kind of place where no one gave a fuck who you were as long as you didn’t start shit.

Eren knew it from Isabel and Farlan—back when they’d drag him out to places that reeked of rebellion, cheap booze, and bad decisions. It had a rough, punk vibe: walls tagged with graffiti, a busted jukebox in the corner that only played whatever the regulars didn’t hate, and a bartender who looked like he’d rather stab you than make you a complicated drink.

It suited them just fine.

Mikasa and Annie weren’t exactly dressed for a night out, anyway. They’d thrown on whatever they had—Annie zipped up a plain black cardigan, while Mikasa pulled a hoodie over her head, the loose fabric hiding the bruises already forming beneath. Their fight marks were starting to show: swollen cheekbones, a split lip here, a fresh scrape there. Every step probably reminded them of the soreness settling into their muscles. But neither of them complained. They had fought hard, and the pain was just part of the deal.

Levi looked as put-together as ever. He hadn’t fought, so he was still in his usual dark clothes, his sharp eyes scanning the room as if assessing every potential threat out of habit.

Jean and Marco slid into a booth, claiming it as their spot, while Eren took a seat across from them, Levi settling beside him. Mikasa and Annie took the end, Annie immediately kicking her boots up onto the chair across from her, earning an look from Levi.

The first round of drinks landed on the table with a dull clink. Everyone grabbed their choice—beer for most of them, but Levi, true to himself, went with a rum and coke. Eren took a sip of his own drink, letting the burn of cheap alcohol settle in his throat as the noise of the bar hummed around them.

Mikasa and Annie weren’t overly talkative, not that anyone expected them to be. Annie leaned back in her seat, sipping her beer with a cool detachment, while Mikasa nursed hers slowly, her tired eyes occasionally flicking between Eren and Jean as they went back and forth with their usual banter.

Jean smirked at Eren over the rim of his bottle. „So, really, how does it feel being Kenny’s new hype man? You planning on making a career out of it?”

Eren scoffed. „Yeah, right. I get in the ring to fight, not to put on a damn circus act.”

Marco chuckled, swirling his beer lazily. „Didn’t seem like you hated it too much.”

Eren shrugged, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips. „I mean… was kinda fun, I won’t lie.”

Somewhere between the drinks and the easy conversation, Marco reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a pre-rolled joint, holding it up like it was nothing special. With a practiced flick of his lighter, he lit the end, taking a deep drag before exhaling smoothly into the hazy air of the bar.

No one batted an eye. This wasn’t the kind of place where people gave a shit about things like that.

Marco turned to Levi first, offering the joint wordlessly. Levi eyed it for a second before taking it, bringing it to his lips without hesitation. He took a slow drag, the embers glowing faintly as he inhaled. The taste was earthy, sharp against the lingering rum on his tongue. He exhaled through his nose, handing it over to Eren without a word.

Eren took it next, pulling in a deep breath, letting the smoke settle in his lungs before shifting toward Levi. Tilting his head, he reached out, fingers brushing along Levi’s jaw before turning his chin toward him. Without hesitation, he closed the distance, pressing their lips together.

Levi caught on instantly, parting his lips as Eren exhaled slowly, letting the smoke flow between them, warm and intimate. The moment stretched, thick with the pulsing tension that always simmered between them. Levi could taste the mix of weed, alcohol and Eren himself—something raw, something electric.

When they finally pulled apart, Eren let out a breathy, uncharacteristic giggle, the hazy warmth settling into his bones. Levi just smirked, eyes lidded, before leaning back into his seat like nothing had happened.

The hit wasn’t enough to do much—just a light buzz, a subtle wave of relaxation settling into his muscles. One or two drags wouldn’t get anyone high, not really. Just enough to take the edge off, to let the tension from the fights and the night slip away.

The joint made ist way around the table, each of them taking a hit or two before it burned down to the last bit. Marco crushed the end against the table’s ashtray, stretching out his arms with a content sigh.

„Not bad,” he murmured, his voice just a touch looser than before.

Eren leaned back, exhaling slowly. „Yeah,” he agreed, glancing toward Levi, who looked just as composed as ever—if a little more at ease.

Jean smirked, shaking his head as he took a swig of his beer. Then, with a lazy drawl, he quipped, „Hey, Jeager, maybe quit eye-fucking your boyfriend in public.”

Eren snorted, leaning back with a lazy grin. „Hah, maybe you should try eye-fucking your own boyfriend more.”

Jean scoffed, ready to throw back another retort, but then his eyes flickered toward Marco. The words died on his tongue. Marco was already looking at him, grinning in mock challenge, mischief twinkling in his warm brown eyes.

For a moment, neither of them moved. Then, as if pulled together by some invisible thread, Jean leaned in.

The shift in atmosphere was immediate. Jean’s breath hitched as their lips met, and Marco didn’t hesitate—he deepened the kiss instantly, his mouth parting, tongue teasing against Jean’s in a way that sent a sharp thrill down his spine. Jean let out a quiet groan, his hands sliding to Marco’s waist, pulling him closer. Marco responded in kind, fingers dragging over Jean’s ribs before curling against his back, nails scratching just enough to make Jean shiver.

The bar around them faded out for a second, lost in the heat of it.

Eren let out a loud laugh, whistling. „Damn, didn’t think you had it in you, horse-face.”

Mikasa and Annie exchanged glances, both smirking in mild amusement. Annie took a slow sip of her beer, unimpressed but entertained nonetheless. Mikasa just shook her head with an almost knowing look.

The corner of Levi’s mouth twitched. His fingers idly tapped against his glass before he muttered, just loud enough for Eren to hear, „We’re still hotter.”

Eren grinned, turning to him with a wicked glint in his green eyes. „Oh, obviously.”

Mikasa, who had been sipping on her beer in silence, finally spoke up, her voice calm but curious. „How did you two even meet?”

Eren opened his mouth to answer, but before he could get a single word out, Jean let out a loud, wheezing laugh—one that was way too close to an actual horse noise.

„Oh fuck, you should’ve seen it,” Jean cackled, slapping the table. „This dumbass was screaming all over The Underground about how he couldn’t stop thinking about ‘that black-haired guy’ and how he couldn’t keep his dick hard without fantasizing about him. He broke up with his ex right after she went down on him—because he had Levi in his head the whole time.”

Jean shot Eren a shit-eating grin. „And the best part? Levi fucking overheard him.”

Mikasa blinked, suprised but slithly amused. „That sounds… intense. And awakward.”

Annie, who had barely reacted to most of the night’s conversations, deadpanned, „Sounds like he’s a simp.”

Eren’s face went red instantly. „I’m not a simp!”

That was it. The entire table broke into laughter, even Mikasa’s lips quirking slightly, and Annie let out a small huff of amusement.

Eren groaned, dragging a hand down his face. „I hate all of you.”

Jean wiped a fake tear from his eye. „Oh, come on, Jaeger, it’s not a secret.”

Eren shot him a sharp grin. „Oh yeah? And what about you, huh?” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. „Tell everyone how Marco hit on you in Levi’s shop, and you blushed like a damn schoolgirl because a hot guy was flirting with you, and you had no clue how to react.”

Jean’s face went through a series of transformations—first pale, then bright red, his embarrassment impossible to hide. „That’s—that’s not how it happened,” he muttered, suddenly very interested in his beer.

Marco, ever the picture of calm amusement, ran a slow hand over Jean’s back, rubbing gentle circles. „Oh, it totally is how it happened,” he said, his voice warm with fondness. „It was cute, really.”

Eren’s grin widened like a wolf catching the scent of blood. „Yeah? Guess what else was cute—” He dragged out the words, letting them sink in before delivering the final blow. „Jean acting like a damn virgin because he was so nervous about having amazing gay sex.”

Annie, who had been sipping her drink in silence, snorted so hard she nearly choked. „Amazing gay sex?” she repeated, raising an eyebrow at Eren’s choice of words.

„Damn right,” Eren shot back, turning to Levi with a look so smug it was almost unbearable. Levi, who had been sitting through the entire conversation with a deadpan expression, merely blinked at him, unimpressed.

Still, that didn’t stop Eren. He leaned in and kissed Levi quickly on the cheek before continuing, voice loud and enthusiastic. „I wasn’t always gay—I mean, I’m probably bi or whatever, just like Jean-boy over here—”

Jean groaned, already sensing where this was going.

„—but Levi is the absolute best lover ever. I swear, his dick is amazing, and—”

„Oh my God, shut up,” Jean groaned, burying his face in his hands. „Not again with the speech about how much you love Levi’s dick.”

Levi let out a quiet sigh—not one of regret, but something closer to amusement. Without warning, he reached out, grabbing the back of Eren’s neck with a firm grip and pulling him in. His voice was low, possessive, laced with quiet confidence.

„Tch. You talk a lot of shit, but I’m making damn sure you never want to think about anything else.”

He sounded completely self-assured, like there wasn’t even a question in his mind that Eren belonged to him—and only him. Still, for some reason, his sharp gaze flicked to Mikasa, sending a subtle glare her way. He knew by now she wasn’t interested in Eren. But somewhere deep down, he felt the need to be territorial.

Eren’s breath caught for half a second before a slow, knowing grin spread across his face. „Oh yeah, make me,” he murmured, eyes locked onto Levi’s.

Levi’s fingers tightened around the back of Eren’s neck, not enough to hurt but enough to hold. Enough to claim. His thumb brushed along Eren’s pulse, feeling the steady, confident beat beneath his skin.

His glare toward Mikasa wasn’t just a warning—it was a statement. Even if she had no interest, even if there was no real threat, Levi made damn sure everyone knew exactly who Eren belonged to.

Slowly, deliberately, he tugged Eren closer, their foreheads nearly touching, his voice a low murmur only for him.

„I already have,” Levi said, his tone dripping with certainty, his breath ghosting over Eren’s lips.

Eren shivered, not from fear, not from uncertainty—but from want. His grin turned wicked, his hands sliding down Levi’s sides. „Fuck, you’re so hot when you’re possessive,” he muttered, voice just loud enough to make Jean groan in protest.

Jean groaned loudly. „Can you not?” He rubbed a hand over his face, already regretting every choice that led to this conversation.

Marco chuckled, clearly entertained. „I don’t know, Jean. I think it’s kind of hot.”

Mikasa took a long sip of her drink, unimpressed. Annie just shook her head, but there was a flicker of amusement in her usually unreadable expression.

Eren, still grinning, leaned in and stole another quick kiss from Levi, just to prove a point.

Marco chuckled, while Annie placed her beer on the table. „If they start dry-humping, I’m leaving.”

Levi smirked, finally releasing Eren’s neck—but not before letting his fingers drag down his skin, a silent promise lingering in his touch. „Tch. You wish I’d put on a show for you.”

Annie changed the subject with a casual ease, though her tone carried that usual undercurrent of bluntness. „What about that friend you brought last time to the fights?“ she asked, trying—and failing—to sound subtle.

Eren immediately knew who she was talking about. He leaned back slightly, playing it cool. „Armin?“ he asked, feigning innocence. „What about him?“

Annie exhaled through her nose, unimpressed. „He’s not gay, is he? I’m not looking for a relationship, but he looks capable.“

Mikasa, who had been sipping her drink, added with a hint of amusement, „He looks like a marshmallow.“

Annie smirked, a small, almost imperceptible shift in her expression. „Yeah, a really nice boy, isn’t he?“ There was something almost playful in her voice, like an inside joke only she understood. Then, without missing a beat, she added, „Could tie him to the bed and show him how to do it like a bad one.“

Eren nearly choked on his drink. „Holy shit, Annie,“ he coughed, wiping his mouth, though he was grinning. That was probably the most personal thing he’d ever heard from her regarding her private life, and honestly, he couldn’t tell if she was joking or dead serious. With Annie, it was hard to tell. Could be sarcasm. Could be a straight-up confession.

„Well,“ Eren chuckled, shaking his head, „to be honest, I don’t really know anymore. He says he’s straight, but…“ He glanced toward Levi, raising an eyebrow. „There could be something going on with Erwin?“

Levi gave the laziest shrug of all time. „Tch. If there is, Erwin’s not talking about it.“

Eren snorted, turning back to Annie. „But yeah, he likes girls. And from what I saw last time, you two got along pretty well.“

Annie considered this for a moment, swirling the beer in her glass before nodding. „Okay. Bring him by next time.“

Eren grinned. „Damn, Annie, direct much?“

She simply gave him a flat look, unimpressed. „Why waste time?“

Jean leaned over to Mikasa with a smirk, his tone light but flirtatious. „How about you, Mikasa? Pretty girl like you, I can imagine you have a lot of admirers.“

Mikasa barely glanced up, her expression neutral. „Not interested right now.“ Her voice was steady, almost disinterested, as she took a sip from her drink, clearly not bothered by his comment.

Marco’s eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a shift in his posture as he leaned back in his seat. He’d seen Jean flirt before, but something about the way he was leaning into Mikasa again seemed a little too much. Marco, for all his easy-going nature, wasn’t always a fan of Jean pushing boundaries without realizing it.

Jean, however, seemed undeterred, oblivious to the tension in the air. He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. „Ah, come on, just trying to be friendly.“

Mikasa didn’t respond further, letting the silence hang in the air for a beat before she redirected the conversation, a subtle hint that the topic was closed.

Annie, watching the dynamic unfold with a raised eyebrow, took another drink from her bottle, her gaze flickering between Jean and Mikasa. „Well,“ she drawled, breaking the silence, „some of us are more focused than others.“

Eren snorted, throwing an arm over Levi’s shoulder, clearly enjoying the playful banter. „True that.“

Eren stood up, stretching slightly as he glanced around the table. „How about another round of drinks?“ he asked, already planning to make his way to the bar. „I’ll be right back, need to hit the restroom first.“

With a quick nod to the group, Eren started making his way through the crowded, dimly lit underground club. The low hum of conversation blended with the loud music—fast-paced punk rock blaring from the speakers, the rebellious energy of a mix from The Clash, The Ramones, Green Day, and others rattling through the room, a perfect backdrop to the chaos of the night. He could feel the bass thumping in his chest, and the sweat and heat from the packed space pressed against him like a living, breathing entity.

His boots stuck slightly to the floor, the grimy feeling of the ground not going unnoticed, but he ignored it, focusing instead on the flickering neon lights overhead and the dark, chaotic vibe of the place. The air was thick, a mixture of cigarette smoke, sweat, and the familiar sharp scent of alcohol. It wasn’t glamorous or clean, but it had a kind of charm to it.

Eren moved quickly through the crowd, brushing past a few people who barely noticed him, their attention locked in their own worlds. He bumped into a guy, who muttered a vague „Sorry,“ not really paying much attention, and as Eren continued, he felt a hand brush against his ass. A soft, mischievous giggle followed the touch, and Eren’s eyes narrowed as he glanced over his shoulder to catch whoever it was. He was met with the sight of a woman, smirking, clearly enjoying herself. Eren shot her a slight glare, but her grin only widened as she walked away.

But it wasn’t just the woman that caught his attention. As he turned to face forward again, he spotted something else—someone else. Off to the side, a man with a round, almost plain-looking face quickly looked away as their eyes met for the briefest of moments. He wasn’t someone who would normally catch Eren’s attention—his features were unremarkable, the kind of face that blended into a crowd. But Eren’s stomach tightened.

He knew that face. He wasn’t entirely sure, but it clicked. It was the same Asian man he had seen before—the one at the traffic light, by the corner of *No Regrets*, at his usual coffee shop, and the driver of the white Honda. It was too many coincidences to ignore. Eren’s pulse quickened, his mind racing. He didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but the same uneasy feeling he had from before crept up again.

Was he being followed? Really?

He shook it off for a moment, trying to ignore the tightening knot in his chest, but the unsettling thought didn’t leave him.

Am I really being watched?

His thoughts flashed back to Levi’s warning earlier, the way he’d reacted when the topic had come up. Maybe Levi hadn’t been overreacting, after all.

With his jaw clenched, Eren made a mental note to check if the man was still there when he returned from the restroom. He didn’t like this feeling—he didn’t like the idea that someone was keeping tabs on him.

Finally, Eren reached the restroom, and he almost had to laugh at the thought of how „clean” the space wasn’t. The floor was sticky, and the whole room had that dingy, slightly damp feel that came with years of neglect. He ignored it. He just needed to take a piss, touch as little as possible, and get back to his group.

After handling his business with the least amount of contact humanly possible, he made his way to the sink, turning on the water. As he washed his hands, he took a moment to glance up at himself in the mirror.

His reflection looked stern, a slight frown tugging at his lips. His eyes were a little bloodshot, the effects of the joint and the lingering buzz of weed making them seem duller than usual, but otherwise, he looked just fine. His hair, usually a little unruly, hung around his face in a way that made him look more intense than he felt. He rubbed a hand over his face, trying to shake off the tension.

After a quick rinse, he dried his hands and, with a final glance toward the door, he decided to put the thought out of his mind—for now. There were too many other things to focus on tonight, but it was becoming clear that his evening might not be as simple as he’d hoped.

Eren made his way back through the crowd, keeping his steps casual, but his eyes were anything but. He cast a subtle glance toward the spot where he’d seen the man earlier.

Still there.

The guy hadn’t moved much, just leaning against the bar with a drink in his hand, acting casual—too casual. He wasn’t looking at Eren now, but that meant nothing. The moment their eyes had met earlier, the man had looked away too fast, like he didn’t want to be caught staring. And that was enough to put Eren on edge.

He forced himself to keep walking, not wanting to tip the guy off that he’d noticed. When he finally reached the table, the atmosphere was still easy—his friends laughing, talking, their drinks mostly drained. But the second Eren sat down, his expression must have given him away, because the conversation faltered.

Marco raised a brow, his tone light but questioning. „Yo, Eren, what’s wrong? Someone take too close a look at your wee-wee?”

Jean grinned, immediately picking up where Marco left off. „What, taking a pee-pee was too intense for you?”

Annie rolled her eyes. „You two deserve each other,” she muttered, shaking her head.

Levi, who had been idly swirling the last of his rum and coke in his glass, exhaled sharply, muttering under his breath, „Stupid brats.“ Then his sharp gaze flicked up to Eren. „What’s wrong?”

Eren chewed the inside of his cheek for a second before answering. „I think I saw that Honda guy.”

That got Levi’s attention immediately. His entire posture changed, going from relaxed to razor-sharp in an instant. His eyes narrowed, cold and calculating. „Where?”

Eren tilted his head slightly in the man’s direction, keeping his movements small. „Over there.”

Mikasa, who had been mostly quiet up until now, frowned. „Which Honda guy?”

Jean and Marco, sensing the shift in the mood, also grew more serious.

„That weird stalker guy you told me about?” Jean asked.

Eren scowled. „I don’t have a stalker.” Then he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. „I just… I’ve seen the same guy in too many places for it to be a coincidence. I brushed it off before, thought I was just imagining things, but now he’s here too. And I don’t like it.”

Annie and Mikasa exchanged a glance. It was brief, but it said enough.

„Sounds like a problem,” Annie said simply, voice even.

Mikasa nodded in agreement.

„Damn right it is,” Levi muttered, his jaw tight, his fingers already twitching like he was ready to handle this his way. His gaze flicked to Mikasa. „At first, I thought it was one of your clan.”

Mikasa scoffed at that, arms crossing. „Why the hell would any of us watch Eren?”

Levi didn’t let up, his expression unreadable but hard. „There’s enough business between my uncle and your aunt for shit to go sideways. Watching potential targets, looking for weak spots—it wouldn’t be the first time someone tried it.”

Mikasa snorted, clearly unimpressed. „I keep my distance from that business as much as I can,” she said plainly. „But I can assure you, Kiyomi has no interest in sabotaging her own connections. If anything, she wants them to work. Watching Eren would be a waste of time. He isn’t even involved in the buissnes.“

She shifted slightly, then met Eren’s gaze directly. „I thought we were becoming friends.”

Eren held her gaze, taking in the weight behind her words. He nodded. „We are. Mika, trust me. Levi’s just protective.“ His voice was steady, and when he gave her a small, reassuring smile, she nodded back, seeming satisfied.

„So whatever this is,” Levi gritted out, his voice low and edged with something dangerous, „it’s something else.”

His hand flexed on the table, fingers twitching, like he was resisting the urge to grab a weapon. His body was coiled tight, ready to spring into action if needed.

Eren could practically feel the tension rolling off him. And honestly? He felt the same.

Jean leaned back slightly, arms crossing over his chest as he considered the situation. His eyebrow piercing caught the dim bar light when he raised a brow. „And what are we doing about it?” His voice held a mix of curiosity and unease, like he was trying to keep things light but knew this wasn’t something to joke about.

Levi exhaled sharply, fingers tapping against the table as his mind raced. „We’re being smart about it,” he said, his tone low and firm.

His first instinct was to go over and deal with the guy right now—drag him out by the collar, shove a blade against his ribs, and make him talk. But that was the dumb way to handle things. The bar was packed, and even in a place like this, you didn’t just go flashing knives around without consequences. The last thing he wanted was for the guy to bolt before they got any real answers. If something was going on, they needed to play it right.

Mikasa nodded in agreement, her expression sharp and unreadable as she cast a quick glance toward Eren. „If you need help handling this, you can count on me.” She turned to Levi, holding his gaze. „Maybe this’ll help prove to you that there’s no bad blood between us. And I want to protect my friends. I don’t have many.”

Levi studied her for a second, face impassive, but something in her words struck a nerve.

For a brief moment, his mind flashed back to when he was her age—barely into his twenties, just a handful of people he actually trusted, trying to carve out a place for himself outside of his uncle’s business. He remembered those years well—the feeling of wanting out but still knowing when to step in for the people who mattered.

He could respect that.

Levi gave a small nod, acknowledging her offer. Then, his voice was all business. „We have to get this guy out of the club and into a side alley,” he decided. „It’s late, and in this part of town, people mind their own business. No one’s calling the cops if they see something going down that doesn’t concern them.” He glanced at Eren. „But we still have to be discreet.”

Mikasa’s response was immediate, almost instinctive. „Agreed.” Her tone was clipped, almost like a soldier answering her captain, but there was still that quiet independence behind it—the unspoken I’ll help, but I’ll do it my way.

„If he’s really keeping an eye on Eren, he’ll probably follow him outside,” she continued. „Maybe not right away, but if we give him a reason—”

„We can’t all leave together,” Annie interrupted, her voice level but firm. She’d been quiet up until now, watching the conversation unfold, but her sharp blue eyes showed she’d been thinking.

„She’s right,” Marco added. „If we all go at once, it looks suspicious. We need to split up—make it seem like we’re heading home or to another bar. That way, whoever leaves last can see if the guy follows.”

Eren glanced between them, jaw tight. „So, I play bait.”

Levi growled low in his throat, clearly not thrilled about it. His fingers twitched, resisting the urge to reach for a knife. He didn’t like the idea of Eren being the one to lure the guy out, but at the same time, it was the best way to handle this.

„Yeah,” Levi muttered, his voice rough. „But don’t get cocky.” His steel-grey eyes locked onto Eren’s with a warning. „This isn’t a fucking game. You’re not some idiot looking for trouble in a back alley. If this guy’s been watching you, we don’t know what he wants. Stay sharp.”

Eren rolled his eyes but nodded. He wasn’t stupid, and he knew Levi wouldn’t put him in danger without reason. „I got it.”

Levi still didn’t look happy, but he exhaled through his nose, forcing himself to focus. „Alright. We stagger the exits. Marco, Jean, you two leave first. Go a block down, act natural. If this guy doesn’t follow Eren out, double back.”

Jean gave a sharp nod, his usual cocky demeanor gone now that shit was getting real. Marco, always the level-headed one, simply agreed.

„Annie, Mikasa, you go next,” Levi continued, shifting his gaze toward them. „Stay close enough to keep eyes on Eren, but don’t make it obvious.”

Mikasa hummed in acknowledgment, while Annie merely shrugged, as if this was just another casual errand.

Levi’s eyes flicked back to Eren. His voice dropped lower, just for him. „And you… take your time. Make it natural. I’ll be right behind you.”

Eren smirked. „You always are.”

Levi didn’t dignify that with a response, but the look he shot Eren was enough to make him shut up.

Jean frowned, his expression shifting between confusion and exasperation. „How the hell can you make a joke about doggy-style sex in a situation like this?”

Eren chuckled, the tension still weighing on him but not enough to kill his sense of humor. „What can I say? It’s one of my favorite positions.”

Jean groaned, dragging a hand down his face. „You’re actually the worst.”

„Yeah, yeah,” Eren grinned, but the edge of nerves was still there beneath his teasing.

Levi rolled his eyes. „Tch. You done?”

Jean muttered something under his breath, shaking his head, while Eren just smirked.

With the plan set, they started moving, slipping out into the night one by one.

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Chapter Text

No Regrets 2
Chapter 8 – Confrontation – Wtf?

They did exactly as planned. Marco and Jean were the first to stand, stretching as if the night had finally caught up with them. Jean exaggerated a yawn, rubbing the back of his neck like he was exhausted, while Marco casually tossed some cash on the table to cover their drinks.

„Alright, it’s getting late,“ Jean announced, clapping Eren on the back with a little more force than necessary. „Try not to get yourselves into too much trouble without us.“

Marco smirked, throwing an arm briefly around Annie’s shoulders before stepping back. „See you guys.“

They made a show of separating from the group—hugging the girls, tapping Eren and Levi on the back in farewell—making it clear they weren’t all leaving together. But as Marco leaned in under the guise of saying goodbye, he muttered low in Eren’s ear, just loud enough for him to hear over the lingering club noise.

„We’re going left. We’ll wait on the street across from the bar. If he follows you when you leave, we’ll send a message.“

Eren gave a small, almost imperceptible nod to acknowledge him. No need for more words.

With that, Jean and Marco pushed through the crowd and out into the night, disappearing into the city’s neon glow.

Next were Annie and Mikasa. Unlike the boys, they didn’t make a show of their departure. Instead, they moved naturally, as if they had simply decided it was time to call it a night. Annie drained the last of her beer, set the glass down with a quiet clink, and stood up smoothly. Mikasa followed suit, adjusting her scarf as she glanced around the table.

„We’re heading out,” Mikasa said, her voice casual, unreadable as ever.

Annie nodded once in silent agreement, slipping her hands into the pockets of her jacket. „See you around.”

Unlike Jean and Marco, they didn’t exchange hugs or overly familiar gestures. It wasn’t their style. Instead, they gave brief nods and turned toward the exit, walking with an easy, unhurried pace.

They were supposed to head right, opposite of Jean and Marco, keeping an eye on the entrance as they went. If the mystery man left after Eren, they’d be in the perfect position to confirm it. More importantly, they would also catch anything—or anyone—else out of place.

Eren watched them weave through the crowded bar, their movements effortless. If he hadn’t known better, he wouldn’t have suspected a thing. They didn’t glance back, didn’t hesitate. Just two women heading home after a long night.

Perfect.

Now, it was just him and Levi.

Levi and Eren stayed a few minutes longer, letting the time stretch just enough to make their departure seem natural. The tension between them was almost tangible, but it wasn’t spoken aloud. Levi, despite his usual composure, was restless. Eren could see it in the way his jaw clenched just a fraction too tight, the way his fingers curled into fists against the table before he forced them to relax. His sharp grey eyes constantly flickered toward the entrance, scanning, assessing. His past had conditioned him to remain calm in dangerous situations, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t ready to strike at a moment’s notice.

Eren wasn’t exactly relaxed either. His gut twisted with unease, not quite fear, but something unfamiliar. This whole situation was bizarre, surreal. He wasn’t sure what to make of it. Why the hell would someone be watching him? He wasn’t important. He had no real enemies—or at least, he thought he didn’t. Then again, he hadn’t expected to get drugged so someone else could have the upper hand in a fight against him. He hadn’t expected to get dragged into Levi and Kenny’s mess of underground dealings.

So, maybe it wasn’t that far-fetched to think someone was watching him. But why? To gather information? To look for weaknesses? To find a way to get at Levi… or Kenny? Or even Eren himself? The possibility gnawed at him, the uncertainty settling deep in his gut like a weight. His heart beat a little faster—not in fear, but in anticipation. He wanted answers. And he knew Levi was ready to do whatever it took to get them.

Levi shifted subtly under the table, reaching down toward his boot. His movements were smooth, precise, barely noticeable to anyone else in the crowded bar. With a slight tug, he loosened the snug black leather of his combat boot just enough to pull something free.

A knife.

Without a word, he slid it under the table toward Eren.

„Here. Take this,“ Levi said, his voice low but firm.

Eren took the weapon without hesitation, flipping it in his hand to get a feel for ist weight. It was a butterfly knife, sleek and well-worn, the handle black with subtle silver engravings. The blade itself, though folded now, had a faint gleam under the dim club lights, razor-sharp and deadly. It was compact, easy to conceal, but Eren knew firsthand how fast Levi could deploy one of these.

Eren lifted an eyebrow. „I didn’t even know you carried knives in your boots tonight,“ he muttered, only half-joking.

Levi huffed, unimpressed. „I have two more.“

„Of course you do,“ Eren smirked, shaking his head as he slid the knife into his pocket. It didn’t surprise him. Levi always had weapons on him—hidden in his jacket, his belt, wherever he could keep them close. He handled them like an extension of himself, second nature, like breathing.

Eren had seen Levi practice knife throwing before. He didn’t do it just to show off—though, damn, was it impressive. No, Levi had honed his skill for survival, out of necessity. Those knives had saved his life more times than he could count. They were a part of him. And if Levi was handing one over now, it meant he wasn’t taking any chances.

That alone told Eren everything he needed to know.

Whatever was happening, Levi was ready for a fight. And Eren?

He was ready too.

The moment Levi gave the signal, he pulled Eren close, his grip firm but not forceful. His lips brushed against Eren’s jaw, his voice low and steady.

„Whatever happens, stay sharp.“

Eren barely had time to process the warning before he felt Levi press a fleeting kiss against his neck. When he pulled back, their eyes locked, a silent exchange of understanding passing between them. Then, just as planned, they moved toward the exit of the bar.

Eren was the bait.

The best way to draw the guy out was to make it look like he was alone. So, before reaching the entrance, Levi pulled him in one last time, their foreheads almost touching.

„You’re not alone,“ Levi murmured, barely above a whisper. „The others are outside, and I’ll follow in a few minutes. Check your phone if Marco sends a message.“

Then he was gone, slipping back into the shadows of the bar, acting as if he was heading toward the restroom.

The summer night air wasn’t cold, but it still felt crisp against Eren’s skin as he stepped outside. The street wasn’t empty, though it had that quiet lull that came with late hours in a less busy part of town. The people lingering outside were mostly the same ones from the bar, either catching a break from the music or smoking in small clusters.

The buildings were old, walls tagged with graffiti and peeling paint, the streetlights humming dimly. Parked cars lined the road, their darkened windows reflecting neon glows from nearby signs.

Eren kept his pace casual, scanning his surroundings with careful glances. He didn’t see Marco, Jean, Mikasa, or Annie—which meant they were doing a good job staying out of sight. He shoved one hand into the pocket of his brown leather jacket, fingers brushing against the cool weight of Levi’s knife.

He walked down the sidewalk, keeping his steps natural. With his free hand, he pulled out his phone, pretending to scroll through messages, using it as an excuse to check for updates from Marco.

A vibration in his palm. A new message.

Marco:
*Asian guy out of the bar, walks behind you.*

Eren clicked a thumbs-up reaction, acknowledging it without stopping his stride. He slid his phone back into his jacket, resisting the urge to glance over his shoulder too soon. Instead, he kept walking, heading toward the next block.

He needed to find a spot.

As he rounded the corner, his eyes darted around, scanning for options. An alleyway, a side street, anywhere with less foot traffic—somewhere they could handle this without too many witnesses.

Up ahead, he spotted a narrow alley between two buildings. The entrance was half-hidden in shadows, just beyond a flickering streetlight. Perfect.

Eren adjusted his pace, his pulse steady but heightened. He could hear footsteps behind him now—measured, deliberate.

The guy was following.

Eren slipped into the alley, letting the shadows swallow him. He waited until the footsteps behind him entered the narrow space—then spun around fast.

The man barely had time to react.

Eren grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the brick wall with a thud, his forearm pressed across the man’s chest, pinning him in place.

„You been following me?” Eren snarled, green eyes blazing. „Who the fuck are you?”

Before the man could stammer out a reply, Levi appeared at Eren’s side like a shadow, a gleam of metal in his hand. He pressed the tip of a sharp folding knife right to the man's throat—close enough that the man froze, breath hitching.

„Move wrong,” Levi said coolly, „and you won’t be talking again.”

The guy’s eyes went wide with panic. His breathing quickened, and sweat beaded along his hairline. He looked between the two of them like a cornered animal. „I—I’m not—I swear—!”

Eren shoved him harder. „Name. Now.”

„Tom! Tom Ksaver!” the man choked out, his voice cracking.

„Why are you stalking Eren?“ Levi growled, low and dangerous. His knife pressed closer, just enough to make the man wince. „I swear, I’ll slit your throat, you damn shit...“

Tom gasped, panicking, his eyes huge and wild now. „I didn’t stalk him!”

„Why are you following me?” Eren demanded, the fury rising in his voice. „Start talking.”

„I’m… it’s my job, okay?” he stammered, swallowing hard. „I’m a private detective.”

Eren narrowed his eyes, disbelief flashing across his face. „Fuck, what?” he hissed, fists clenching. „Private detective? What kind of bullshit is that? Why the hell are you following me?”

Behind them, footsteps approached, and their friends came into view. The atmosphere in the alley thickened, tension rising.

Marco and Jean stood at the entrance, effectively cutting off any escape route, their expressions grim. Mikasa and Annie flanked the sides, their postures tense, ready to act. The way they moved—silent and deliberate—made it clear that this wasn’t a situation the detective could talk his way out of easily.

Tom swallowed hard, his body stiff against the wall, feeling the sharp press of Levi’s knife against his throat. His breath hitched as Levi’s grip on him tightened, fingers digging into his coat with bruising force. And Eren, standing so close, his green eyes burning with a mixture of confusion and anger, was just as intimidating.

Levi’s voice came low and deadly. „Who gave you the order to follow him?” His silver eyes were sharp, unrelenting. „And don’t try any shit, or I’ll cut off your fingers and slit your damn throat.” The way he said it, the sheer conviction in his voice, left no doubt that he meant every word.

The detective’s breath quickened, panic flickering across his face. „Jaeger. Mr. Jaeger,“ he blurted out, his voice cracking slightly.

Levi’s expression flickered with surprise. His gaze snapped to Eren, questioning, demanding answers even before the words left his mouth.

Eren’s brow furrowed in confusion. „What? My father? Grisha Jaeger?”

But Tom shakily shook his head—just enough to avoid cutting himself on the blade at his throat. „No—Zeke. Mr. Zeke Jaeger.” His voice was strained, almost pleading. „Please… don’t kill me. I was just doing my job. I didn’t hurt anyone. I just gathered information about him.” His gaze flickered toward Eren, something almost apologetic in his expression. It was as if he hoped Eren might be the more reasonable one, the one who would call Levi off.

Levi’s lip curled, disbelief laced through his voice. „Your fucking brother?” His tone was sharp, incredulous. But he didn’t lower the knife.

Eren’s stomach twisted. His brother? Zeke? They weren’t even close. Barely spoke. What the hell would Zeke need a private detective to follow him for?

Levi wasn’t done. His fingers flexed on the hilt of his knife as he leaned in, voice dropping into something even more dangerous. „Why?” he growled. „Why the hell did he hire you? What did he want?” His tone was rough, each word edged with violent promise. „You’re going to tell me everything you know, you understand? Or I swear—”

Tom Ksaver let out a shaky breath, his throat bobbing against the blade Levi still held firm against his skin. His fingers twitched slightly, as if debating whether telling them the truth was his best option—or if there was any way out of this without getting cut.

„I don’t know everything,” he admitted quickly, his voice rushed. „I was hired to find Eren Jaeger. That’s all.”

Levi’s expression darkened, unimpressed. His fingers tightened in Tom’s coat, pushing him harder against the grimy wall. „Try again.”

Eren, still standing close, his jaw tight, exhaled sharply through his nose. „Find me?” he repeated, his voice flat. A strange prickle ran down his spine, something between disbelief and frustration. „Why the hell would my brother need someone to find me?”

Tom flinched slightly, shifting under Levi’s hold. „He couldn’t reach you.”

A stunned silence fell between them for a second. Even Levi’s grip faltered for a fraction of a moment before tightening again.

Eren stared, his throat dry, his heart kicking up in a weird, uneasy way. „You’re telling me my brother hired you?”

Tom nodded as much as he could without slicing his own throat open. „Yes. He wanted me to track you down, see where you live, what you do, if you’re…” He hesitated, his eyes flicking toward Levi before returning to Eren. „…safe.”

Eren scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping him before he could stop it. „Safe?” he repeated incredulously. His fingers curled into fists. „That’s rich. He never really cared about what I did before—why now?”

Tom swallowed hard. „He said you… disappeared. Cut off all contact. He gave you time, but then he got suspicious.”

Eren’s jaw tensed. A year and a half ago, he had packed his things and left the apartment he’d shared with Jean and Armin to move in with Levi.

He had deleted his father’s and Zeke’s numbers, ignored texts, and never responded to emails. It wasn’t like he hadn’t told them both that he was doing his own thing now. Hell, he had told his father to fuck off and never speak to him again. He had made it clear to Zeke as well that he didn’t need someone playing middleman between him and Grisha. He had told him to leave him alone.

The bomb he had dropped on them:
That he was quitting med school. That he wasn’t going to be a doctor like Grisha. That he wanted to be a mechanic instead.

And, oh yeah—that he had a boyfriend now.

He had even sent Zeke a picture of Levi in all his dangerous glory, covered in tattoos, looking dark but hot.

Saying Zeke had been shocked was an understatement. Eren remembered it vividly. His older brother had been speechless, not believing him at first.

There had been so much disbelief. That he was throwing his future away. That he was making bad choices. That maybe this „boyfriend” of his was a bad influence.

Zeke must’ve let it go for a while, maybe thinking Eren would come back when he’d „come to his senses.” But when he didn’t—when the silence stretched on longer and longer—Zeke must have started wondering.

If Eren’s disappearance was really his choice.

If this so-called „scary boyfriend” was the one keeping him away.

Levi exhaled sharply through his nose, dragging Eren back to the present. His grip on Tom didn’t waver. „So he thought I kidnapped him, or what?” Levi muttered dryly, his expression unimpressed but his eyes burning.

Tom licked his lips, shaking his head quickly. „Not exactly. He said it didn’t make sense for Eren to just disappear. He didn’t know if… if something happened to him. If maybe he was in trouble but couldn’t reach out.”

Eren exhaled harshly, running a hand through his hair. „That’s bullshit. I ghosted him because I wanted to. Not because anyone made me.”

Levi was still watching Tom, his silver eyes cutting through him like knives. „What exactly did he ask for?”

Tom hesitated, but under the sharp pressure of the blade, he didn’t stall long. „He wanted to know where Eren lived. What he was doing. If he was in any… bad situations.” He let out a shallow breath. „I was only supposed to watch. That’s it.”

Eren felt something twist inside him. His brother had gone this far? Hired someone to track him down?

The thought made his chest tighten.

Levi must have sensed something in his silence because his grip on Tom didn’t ease, but his attention flicked back to Eren. His voice, though still rough, had an edge of something else beneath it. „You believe him?”

Eren exhaled through his nose, his jaw tight. He didn’t want to believe it. He wanted to say his brother would never cross a line like this.

But a private detective was standing here, pinned against a wall, knife to his throat.

And Zeke’s name had come out of his mouth.

„Yeah,” Eren admitted, running a hand down his face. „I do.”

A grim look crossed Levi’s face as he slammed his fist against the wall near Mr. Ksaver’s head. The impact echoed through the alley, making the detective flinch.

„Fuck,” Levi spat, finally pulling his knife away. He turned his sharp gaze to Eren, eyes burning with frustration. „Your brother?” His voice was low but furious. „Your damn fucking brother? You’re kidding me! I was ready to start a fucking hunt all over the city for this shit.”

Levi’s anger wasn’t directed at Eren—it was at the situation itself. His mind had been racing for the last few weeks since Eren had first told him about a guy following him around. It had cost Levi even more sleep than usual, and he had even called in favors, setting up his uncle’s men like bloodhounds to scan the city for a shitty old Honda and a guy who, apparently, was just a private detective.

All for this.

Their friends moved closer, taking in the scene.

„Your brother?” Jean’s eyes were wide in disbelief. „I know you told me weird shit about the guy, but he actually hired a detective to track you down?”

Eren didn’t answer Jean. His attention was locked onto Levi, watching the tension coil beneath his skin. The sharpness in Levi’s voice, the way his hands clenched into fists at his sides—it was pure frustration, raw and unfiltered.

Eren stepped forward, closing the space between them. His hand reached out instinctively, fingers brushing against the leather of Levi’s black jacket. The warmth of his touch was a stark contrast to the anger simmering beneath Levi’s surface.

„I know it’s fucked up,” Eren said softly, trying to ease him. His fingers curled lightly against Levi’s sleeve, grounding both of them.

Levi exhaled sharply through his nose, still processing. He wasn’t mad at Eren. He was mad at the fact that someone—anyone—had made Eren feel unsafe enough that they had to go through all of this. And the fact that it turned out to be Zeke of all people just added to the bullshit.

Marco sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. „Okay, but what the hell do we do now? We can’t just let this guy go, right?”

Tom Ksaver still stood frozen against the wall, rubbing his throat where Levi’s knife had just been pressed. His eyes darted between them, waiting for whatever decision they were about to make.

Levi let out a slow breath, his jaw tightening before his hand moved. Not to hit Ksaver—but to grab Eren’s wrist, pulling him in just a little closer, enough that Eren could feel the tension still radiating off of him. His voice was quieter when he spoke this time, but no less intense.

„He doesn’t get to fucking stalk you,” Levi muttered, low and dark, his fingers tightening just slightly around Eren’s wrist before letting go. „But I don’t know what else he heard or saw following you.”

Eren understood what Levi meant. The Underground, Levi’s uncle, and the ties Levi had to the darker world—none of it could be exposed. If Ksaver had seen too much, they had a bigger problem.

Eren met Levi’s gaze, something unspoken passing between them. He could feel it—that protectiveness Levi carried, the frustration of not knowing about this sooner, the exhaustion of spending days hunting for someone who had already been connected to Eren’s past.

This wasn’t just about Zeke.

The silence was thick, tense.

Then, Annie finally spoke, her voice dry. „Well? Do we need to silence him, or do we let him crawl back to your crazy brother, who doesn’t know the meaning of overstepping?”

Tom paled slightly at that.

Eren exhaled, dragging a hand through his hair. „Fuck.” He didn’t know what was worse—the fact that Zeke had gone this far or the fact that he wasn’t entirely sure what the hell to do next.

But one thing was clear.

This wasn’t over yet.

Mikasa crossed her arms, her sharp gaze flicking between Levi and the pale-faced detective. „I can take him with me,“ she offered, her voice calm but firm. „My aunt’s men can look into this. See what Zeke was really after.“

Tom Ksaver swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he stayed pressed against the wall, clearly regretting every choice that had led him here.

Levi, however, shook his head, his expression unreadable. „If something needs to be done, I’ll handle it.“ His voice was cold, final. „I can take him to Kenny.“

Eren exhaled through his nose, taking in the sheer weight of what was being discussed. Levi was talking about his uncle—the same Kenny Ackerman who had long since cemented his reputation in the underground as someone who handled problems permanently.

Tom Ksaver, catching onto that, paled even more, his breath coming faster as he realized just who he had gotten himself tangled up with. His breathing was uneven, his eyes darting between them like a cornered animal. His lips parted, ready to plead. „Look, I—I just did my job,” he stammered, his voice shaking. „That’s all. I don’t work with the police, I don’t share information with anyone but my client. Zeke Jaeger hired me to find his brother—nothing more. I just gathered what he asked for.”

Eren’s jaw tightened. His whole body was tense, mind racing through every possibility. He knew this could get problematic—really problematic.

Because Tom Ksaver wasn’t just some random guy. He was a detective. And that meant he observed things.

What if he had seen something? Something more than just him?

Levi’s world was dark—dangerous in ways most people wouldn’t even begin to comprehend. The Underground, his uncle, the men they worked with—it was all tangled in things that weren’t meant to be seen.

What if Tom had photos? What if he had proof?

Eren swallowed hard, his fingers twitching at his sides. His heart pounded as his gaze flicked to Levi.

Levi, who stood there like a blade, still and unreadable, but coiled tight beneath the surface. Levi, who had already killed for him.

Who had borne that burden, shouldered the weight of taking a life—for Eren’s sake.

Eren had never wanted that. Never wanted Levi to carry that kind of weight. He knew how much it cost him. How much the past still haunted him. And yet, Levi was ready to do it again—without hesitation.

For him.

For his family.

Eren clenched his fists. He couldn’t let Levi do this. Not this time.

He loved Levi too much to let him shatter another piece of his soul just like that.

His voice, when it came, was firm. Unshaken.

„Don’t kill him,” Eren decided.

A flash of hope rushed over Mr. Ksaver’s face, his wide eyes magnified behind his glasses. He sucked in a breath, like he couldn’t quite believe what he’d just heard.

Eren was letting him live.

But that hope was fragile, balancing on the sharp edge of uncertainty. One wrong word, one wrong move, and it could shatter.

„Eren.”

Mikasa’s voice was soft—too gentle for the weight of the moment. It wasn’t doubt, not exactly, but something cautious, something protective. She was warning him.

Levi, on the other hand, wasn’t gentle at all. His voice was rough, edged with frustration. „Are you sure?” he demanded. His fingers twitched at his sides, like he was holding back from grabbing Eren’s wrist, from making him think harder about this decision. „Just think about—fuck.” He exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his black hair, his usual restraint fraying.

Eren didn’t hesitate.

He stepped closer, his hands finding Levi’s waist, fingers gripping firmly as he pulled him in. There was a moment—a shift—as Levi let himself be drawn in, as Eren looked down at him and suddenly felt calm.

„I’m sure.” His voice was steady. Certain.

His grip on Levi tightened just slightly, keeping him close. „I know there might be consequences,” he admitted. „If we trust him now and something goes sideways—it’s on me.” His eyes didn’t waver, his expression resolute. „But I don’t want you to feel bad again because of me.” His voice softened just a little. „For me.”

Levi’s silver eyes flickered with something unreadable. But before he could say anything, Eren leaned in, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

„If we let him go and he talks—I promise you,” Eren said quietly, voice low but unwavering, „I’ll take care of it myself.” His lips barely moved against Levi’s skin, his words a vow. „For you. If he turns out to be a problem for my family—I’ll do everything.”

Tom Ksaver was quick to latch onto that chance, his voice rushing out in a desperate promise.

„I won’t talk to anyone,” he swore, his hands half-raised like he wanted to prove his sincerity. „I just do my job. I find people, gather information—that’s all. I don’t work with the police. I don’t interfere in people’s business.” His throat bobbed as he swallowed. „I swear, I don’t want trouble. I just complete my jobs and move on.”

The alley was thick with tension, the weight of the decision settling in.

Eren had made his choice.

Now it was up to Levi to accept it.

Levi stared at Eren for a long moment, his sharp silver eyes searching, as if trying to find any trace of hesitation in him. Any doubt. Any sign that Eren might waver.

But there was none.

Eren’s grip on his waist was steady, his expression unwavering. His words had been final. Certain.

Levi exhaled, his frustration shifting into something else. Something heavier, something unspoken. Eren was doing this for him.

Just like Levi had always done everything for Eren.

He wasn’t used to that. Not really. He was used to carrying the weight, to making the hard calls so Eren wouldn’t have to. But Eren was standing in front of him now, choosing to take some of that weight himself.

Choosing to protect him.

Levi ran a hand down his face before finally sighing. „Tch. Fine.” His voice was rough, reluctant, but accepting. He shook his head, muttering, „You’re a real pain in the ass, you know that?”

Eren huffed a quiet laugh, his fingers still firm against Levi’s waist. „Yeah. I know.”

Levi glanced back at Tom Ksaver, who was still frozen against the wall, waiting for whatever final verdict was coming. Levi’s glare was sharp as ever, but the blade didn’t return to his throat.

„You better fucking disappear,” Levi warned, voice low and full of promise. „You forget you ever saw him. Forget you ever followed him. If I ever see you again, Ksaver, I won’t be so fucking reasonable next time.”

Tom nodded so fast his glasses nearly slipped down his nose. „Understood. Completely. You won’t see me again.”

Levi rolled his shoulders, tension still lingering, but he let it go. For Eren.

When he turned back, Eren was still watching him closely. Levi didn’t say anything—didn’t need to.

Instead, he reached up, gripping Eren’s wrist briefly before letting go.

Eren exhaled slowly, letting the tension settle before he finally turned his attention back to Tom. The detective still looked rattled, his glasses slightly askew, his breath uneven. But Eren was done with this shit.

„You’re gonna tell my brother you don’t work for him anymore,” Eren said, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument. „Whatever he was paying you, it’s over. He doesn’t get to pull this kind of bullshit again.”

Tom nodded quickly, swallowing hard. „Got it. No problem.”

„And he better not send someone else,” Eren continued, his tone darkening. His hands curled into fists at his sides, frustration simmering beneath the surface. „Zeke fucking overstepped. He needs to keep to his own damn life instead of sticking his nose in mine.”

Levi smirked slightly at that, crossing his arms. „Tch. Should’ve figured your brother was a nosy asshole.”

Eren huffed, shaking his head. „He always has been.” His gaze flicked back to Tom. „If he wants to talk, he can send a fucking letter like a normal person. Not some damn private detective creeping around like a stalker.”

Tom held up his hands, as if in surrender. „I swear, I won’t tell him anything more than that. I’ll let him know I’m done.”

Levi’s eyes narrowed. „Good. Because if I hear otherwise…” He let the sentence hang, but the promise in his voice was enough to make Tom visibly shudder.

Tom let out a nervous laugh at that, clearly eager to get the hell out of there.

Eren ran a hand down his face, exhausted. This entire night had been a mess, and all he wanted now was to go home. He turned to Marco, who was watching the scene with quiet intensity.

Levi exhaled sharply through his nose, then pulled his phone from his pocket. He held it up, aiming the camera at Tom.

„Look here,” Levi ordered, his tone brooking no argument.

Tom hesitated for a split second before reluctantly lifting his gaze to the lens. The flash went off, capturing the detective’s face in sharp clarity.

Levi smirked coldly as he looked down at the screen. „Good. Now, listen up,” he said, locking eyes with Tom again. „If I ever see your damn face again, or if I hear anything that even remotely concerns me, someone will find you. I’ll plaster your face everywhere—on every underground network, in every shady bar, every back-alley dealing spot. You wouldn’t be able to work as a fucking detective ever again. Get that?”

Tom swallowed hard, nodding so fast his glasses nearly slipped off his nose. „Crystal clear.”

Levi’s eyes remained cold. „And that’s the least you’d have to fear.”

The guy nodded again, pressing himself further against the wall as if that would help him disappear.

Before anything else could be said, Mikasa stepped forward, arms crossed. „We should check him for recording devices,” she stated. „And take his phone.”

Tom’s head snapped toward her, alarm flashing in his eyes. „What?” His voice pitched up slightly. „But my contacts—my work—”

„Shut the fuck up,” Levi cut in smoothly, already stepping forward as Mikasa and Annie moved to action.

Annie wasted no time. She was already reaching into Tom’s coat, her movements efficient and methodical. She found a small voice recorder tucked inside the inner lining and yanked it free, holding it up with a flat look.

„Amateur,” she muttered, tossing it to Mikasa.

Mikasa caught it effortlessly before snapping it in two with a sharp twist of her hands, the plastic cracking under the pressure.

Tom flinched. „Okay, okay! I get it! No recordings!”

Mikasa ignored him and moved to his pockets next, fishing out his phone. She stepped back, handing it over to Levi without a word.

Levi rolled it between his fingers, then glanced back at Tom. „Passcode.”

Tom hesitated, looking torn, but a single sharp glare from Levi made him cave immediately. „1-9-8-7,” he muttered.

Levi tapped the numbers in, the screen unlocking instantly. His lips curled into a smirk. „Dumbass,” he muttered before tossing the phone to Annie.

She caught it and immediately began going through his messages and recent calls, her face unreadable. „I’ll wipe anything related to us,” she stated simply.

Tom let out a slow breath, his shoulders slumping in defeat. „You guys are thorough,” he muttered under his breath.

Eren ran a hand down his face, exhausted. This entire night had been a mess, and all he wanted now was to go home. He turned to Marco, who had been watching everything unfold with quiet intensity.

Annie finished scanning through the phone, deleting anything that could tie them to Tom’s investigation. Meanwhile, Mikasa reached into his coat again, this time pulling out his wallet.

Tom tensed but didn’t protest as she flipped it open, pulling out his ID.

„Ksaver, Thomas. Lives in—” Mikasa read off the address, then nodded, committing it to memory before tossing the wallet back at him. „We’ll remember that.”

Tom barely caught it, his fingers fumbling slightly. „Great,” he muttered, stuffing it back into his pocket.

Levi took a step closer, his silver eyes sharp and unwavering. „Now get the hell out of here,” he ordered, voice low and firm. „And if I hear anything about you sniffing around again, I won’t be as nice next time.”

Tom didn’t need to be told twice. He straightened up, adjusting his glasses with slightly shaky hands before backing away. His steps were quick, almost stumbling at first, before he turned and disappeared down the alley, not daring to look back.

The group stood in silence for a few seconds, watching until he was completely gone.

Eren let out a breath, tension leaking from his shoulders. „Finally,” he muttered, rubbing his face. „Let’s get the hell out of here.”

Jean, still standing nearby with wide eyes, finally spoke up. „Are we just gonna ignore the fact that we seriously considered killing this guy like five minutes ago?”

Mikasa shrugged, expression unreadable. „It was a valid discussion.”

Jean let out a strangled noise. „Jesus Christ.”

Annie rolled her eyes. „Relax, Kirstein. No one died.”

Eren sighed again before glancing back at Levi. Their eyes met, and something silent passed between them. Levi’s expression had eased slightly—not completely relaxed, but no longer as sharp-edged with tension.

Eren reached for him again, brushing his fingers against Levi’s before gripping it lightly.

Levi didn’t hesitate to return the grip, his fingers curling around Eren’s in a firm but steady hold. He wasn’t good at this—at softness, at easing out of the sharpness he always carried—but with Eren, it came easier than it should.

Eren’s lips twitched into a small smile at that, something warm settling in his chest. Without thinking, he tugged Levi closer, sliding his arms around him in a slow, deliberate motion. Levi didn’t pull away. He never did. Instead, he leaned into the touch, letting himself be held.

Eren dipped his head slightly, pressing a kiss to Levi’s lips—not rushed, not desperate, just a firm press, something steady. A reassurance. A promise.

Levi sighed against his mouth, his hands settling against Eren’s waist, grounding himself there. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to.

Eren lingered for a moment before pulling back just enough to murmur, „Let’s go home.”

Levi held his gaze, silver eyes searching his for something unspoken, then gave a small nod. „Yeah. Let’s get the hell out of here.”

Mikasa and Jean exchanged a look, but neither of them said anything. Marco gave a small, knowing smile before gesturing toward the street. „I’ll drive.”

With that, they left the alley behind, stepping back into the city lights, the tension of the night finally beginning to fade.

X

As they lay in bed, stripped down to their shirts and underwear, the weight of the night finally settled over them. The room was quiet, dimly lit by the faint glow of the streetlamp outside, casting soft shadows across the walls. The blanket wrapped around them, sealing in the warmth, but it wasn’t enough—Eren needed Levi closer. He adjusted slightly, drawing Levi into him, his hands gliding over the strong contours of Levi’s sides, relishing the familiar heat of his skin through the fabric.

He pressed a lingering kiss to the top of Levi’s head, then another against his lips—slow, gentle, not filled with urgency but with something deeper. „Thank you,” Eren murmured, voice barely above a whisper. „For looking out for me like this.”

Levi didn’t respond immediately, his head resting against Eren’s chest, but Eren felt the way his body relaxed, just a little.

„I’m sorry too,” Eren continued, his fingers tracing light circles against Levi’s back. „Because my damn brother doesn’t know what boundaries are, and now you had to deal with his shit for… well, nothing.”

Levi let out a short breath, his voice rough with exhaustion. „It’s fine.” He shifted slightly, pressing his forehead against Eren’s collarbone. „At least now I know you weren’t in danger. That’s what mattered.” He exhaled, his fingers gripping the fabric of Eren’s shirt lightly. „If it’s just your brother, we can deal with it. That’s just… family shit.”

Eren gave a small smile, barely visible in the darkness. He could still hear the tension in Levi’s voice, the way his body hadn’t fully let go of the stress weighing him down.

„You haven’t slept well the last few nights, have you?” Eren asked softly, his hand sliding up to the nape of Levi’s neck, fingertips brushing against the short strands of his undercut.

Levi was silent for a moment before muttering, „No. Too much on my mind.”

Eren hummed in acknowledgment, his thumb stroking slow, soothing circles against Levi’s skin. „Now you can let go,” he whispered.

He tightened his arms around Levi, pulling him against his chest in a way that left no space between them. It wasn’t often that Eren was the one holding Levi like this—more often than not, it was the other way around. But tonight, he wanted Levi to feel what Eren always felt in his arms: safety, comfort, home.

Eren was exhausted, his body heavy with weariness, but he wasn’t going to sleep until Levi did. He felt the way Levi’s breathing began to slow, the way his body gradually melted into his. It took time, but eventually, Levi’s grip on his shirt loosened, his body giving in to the comfort of Eren’s warmth.

Eren pressed another soft kiss to Levi’s hair, his own eyes finally beginning to drift shut. „I’ve got you,” he murmured into the quiet of the night.

And for the first time in days, Levi allowed himself to rest.

X

Sunday morning—or rather, late morning—Eren woke with a rare but undeniably cherished feeling: Levi in his arms. It wasn’t often that he got to wake up like this, with Levi still asleep beside him, his body warm against Eren’s, his breathing slow and steady.

Levi’s face, usually so sharp and guarded, was relaxed in sleep, the faintest trace of peace softening his features. He looked younger like this, less burdened by the weight he always carried. It was a sight Eren didn’t get to see often—usually, Levi was up first, slipping out of bed before Eren could even register his absence.

Not this time.

Eren blinked away his own lingering sleepiness, pushing back the mess of his long, wild hair before propping himself up on one arm, his head resting in his palm. A small smile tugged at his lips as he watched Levi, taking in the rare stillness of him.

Last night had been insane. What had started as a simple suspicion had spiraled into a full-blown mess, turning into something fucking weird and far more absurd than either of them had expected. But none of that mattered right now.

This—Levi in his arms, safe and at peace—this was what mattered.

Eren let his free hand trail lightly over Levi’s side, feeling the lean strength beneath his fingertips. His heart ached with something deep, something that made his grip tighten just slightly. Levi was always the one looking out for him, always the one ready to fight for him. But Eren wanted Levi to know that he could be his safe place too—that he wasn’t alone in carrying the weight of everything.

Levi shifted slightly in his sleep, pressing unconsciously closer to Eren’s warmth, and Eren felt his chest tighten at how much he loved this man.

This strong, grumpy, protective, dangerous man—who, at the end of the day, needed someone to hold him, too.

Eren wanted to do that—for the rest of his life.

Holding Levi, being there for him, loving him in all the ways he deserved.

He had never been more sure of anything.

Eren let his fingers trail lightly over Levi’s side, tracing the faint lines of muscle beneath the soft fabric of his shirt. He wasn’t trying to wake him—Levi needed the rest—but he couldn’t stop himself from touching, from grounding himself in the reality of having him here. Safe. Warm. His.

The past few weeks had been tense, exhausting, and last night had only added to it. But this moment, right now, was untouched by all of that.

Eren exhaled softly and leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to Levi’s temple.

Levi stirred slightly at that, his brows twitching before his eyes fluttered open, hazy with sleep. His gaze found Eren’s, still heavy-lidded and unfocused, but when he realized how close they were, a small, almost unnoticeable sigh left him.

„Mm…you’re staring,” Levi mumbled, voice rough with sleep.

Eren huffed a quiet laugh, thumb brushing against Levi’s cheek. „Yeah.”

Levi blinked, processing that, before letting his eyes fall shut again. He didn’t move away.

Eren’s chest warmed at the trust in that simple action. He shifted just enough to pull Levi fully against him, tucking him into the space beneath his chin. Levi let him.

For a while, they just lay there, wrapped in the quiet of the morning, in each other.

Eren’s touch was slow, unhurried, as his fingers stroked up and down Levi’s back. It was a quiet kind of intimacy, one he cherished just as much as their more heated moments. His fingertips brushed beneath the hem of Levi’s shirt, slipping underneath to find warm, bare skin.

He pushed the fabric up slightly, not to undress him—at least not yet—but just to feel more of him. He traced the smooth planes of Levi’s back, his fingers ghosting over familiar dips and ridges, pressing lightly over muscle and bone.

He couldn’t feel the ink beneath his fingertips, but he knew it was there. Knew Levi’s body like a map, every design etched into his memory. He could picture them without looking—the bold, intricate lines wrapping across his back and shoulders, the smaller, more hidden ones inked onto his ribs. He let his fingers roam as if tracing those designs, mapping Levi all over again.

Levi exhaled slowly against Eren’s neck, his breath warm and steady. But then his hands began to wander, too.

Eren barely noticed at first, too caught up in the slow drag of his fingers against Levi’s skin. But then Levi shifted, his palm sliding over Eren’s chest, fingers splaying out before flicking lightly over a nipple through his shirt—careful to avoid the freshly pierced one.

Eren inhaled sharply, the sensation sending a spark straight through him. His body tensed for a moment before relaxing into it, a slow burn of arousal starting to build.

A shiver ran down his spine, and instinctively, his grip on Levi tightened. His fingers pressed into the small of Levi’s back before sliding lower, nails scratching against the firm muscle there—just enough to make Levi hum in approval.

Eren swallowed, feeling the heat between them shift. His breathing grew heavier, his pulse thrumming under his skin. The slow, lazy touches were turning into something more, something charged.

He could feel his arousal stir, growing with every gentle brush of Levi’s hands, with every inch of skin he touched. It wasn’t rushed, wasn’t desperate.

Levi shifted again, his lips barely brushing Eren’s collarbone, testing, teasing.

Eren let out a slow breath, his hands gripping Levi’s hips now, holding him there. „You’re doing that on purpose,” he murmured, voice lower than before.

Levi smirked against his skin, his fingers skimming lower, testing boundaries, teasing responses.

„Maybe.”

Eren’s breath hitched as Levi’s fingers skimmed lower, just barely teasing the waistband of his underwear. He was already hard, aching against the fabric, and from the way Levi shifted against him, he could feel Levi was just as worked up—his arousal pressing hot against Eren’s hip.

A soft sigh left Eren’s lips as he dipped his head, trailing slow, lazy kisses along Levi’s jaw before moving down to his throat. He felt the way Levi tensed, how his breath came just a little sharper. His hands slid lower, fingers digging into Levi’s waist before dragging down to his ass, gripping just enough to pull him closer, until there was no space left between them.

Eren’s hips rolled instinctively, chasing more friction, more of that delicious heat. His nails scraped lightly along Levi’s spine, feeling every shift, every little reaction. It was slow, teasing, building between them like a spark ready to catch fire.

Eren held Levi close, his heart pounding against his ribs as he pressed his lips to Levi’s neck. He kissed along the skin, slow and deliberate, before latching onto that one sensitive spot just below Levi’s jaw, sucking lightly. Levi let out a quiet, breathy moan, his fingers tightening against Eren’s back in response.

The heat between them was impossible to ignore. Eren rolled his hips, grinding his erection against Levi’s, the friction sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through him. Levi exhaled shakily, his body reacting instinctively to Eren’s movements, pressing closer, meeting every slow thrust with his own.

Eren’s grip tightened, fingers digging possessively into Levi’s ass, pulling him in as if he could somehow get them even closer. His breath was hot against Levi’s neck as he murmured between kisses, „I need you. Fuck, I want you so bad…” He dragged his lips up to Levi’s ear, voice low and rough. „Love you, Levi. Love you so much.”

Levi’s breath hitched, his body trembling slightly at Eren’s words. His hands gripped Eren tighter, pulling him closer as his lips parted in response.

„Then show me. I’m right here, Eren,” Levi’s voice was rough, hungry. He met Eren’s eyes, his gaze darkened with desire. „Don’t stop. I want you too.”

Their bodies were pressed close, the air buzzing with tension. Eren shifted, pressing his leg between Levi’s thighs, the friction of their clothed erections making every little movement feel like a spark. As they grew closer, the fabric between them started to soak with the heat of their desire, each shift making the feeling even more intense.

They held each other, hands roaming their bodies, pushing the restrictive fabric out of the way. The warmth of Levi’s body against his sent waves of heat through Eren. It started slow but intense, almost teasing, the rhythm of their movements gentle at first. But as their bodies responded to each other, the slow rocking picked up pace, instinct pulling them together, making the tension between them grow.

Eren’s moans brushed against Levi’s neck, his lips skimming over his jaw, the light scrape of his teeth sending shivers. His leg pressed a little harder, making Levi open his thighs wider, enough for their bodies to fit together perfectly. The rhythm between them became smoother, their breaths growing quicker, syncing as the heat between them built up. With every shift, the need for more contact, more closeness, grew—the pull between them undeniable. The way Levi’s hard length felt against his own made Eren’s head spin. But he wanted more—skin on skin.

Eren didn’t have the patience for subtlety. He yanked down Levi’s underwear first, then his own, eager to feel everything without barriers. Levi met his urgency without hesitation, lifting his hips to help, fingers rough as they tugged at Eren’s waistband. The moment their bare cocks pressed together, the heat between them intensified. Both of them moaned—deep, guttural sounds that filled the dimly lit room.

Eren’s cock was a rich, deeper tone—sun-kissed like the rest of his body, with a flush on the head. In comparison, Levi’s was pale, but the tip colored a deep red, almost aggressive in appearance. His black pubic hair contrasted with the color of his skin. The piercing on the underside of Levi’s cock caught the light, adding a sharp detail to the smoothness of his skin. Their bodies seemed to fit together in a way that highlighted their differences, but also their undeniable desire and passion for each other.

Eren licked his lips, biting down slightly as his fingers wrapped around both of them, pressing their lengths together. His grip was firm, sliding them against each other, skin flushed and hot. Levi’s piercing dragged against the underside of Eren’s cock, catching just beneath the flushed tip, sending sharp pulses of pleasure up his spine. Eren groaned at the sensation, precum smearing between them as he stroked, spreading the slickness down their erections in slow, deliberate motions.

Levi’s fingers found Eren’s ass, squeezing with intent, his darkened eyes locked on Eren’s flushed face. His voice, low and rough, sent a shiver through Eren.

„Eren,” Levi murmured, biting at his shoulder, teeth pressing just enough to sting. His voice dropped, thick with need. „Come on… fuck against my cock. Let me feel you.”

Eren’s stomach twisted with excitement, his cock twitching at the filthy words. He moved his hand, stroking them both together while their hips rocked into his grip. His large palm twisted and rubbed, his thumb brushing over their tips. Lying side by side, their legs intertwined, the scent of sex thick in the air.

Levi smirked and, without warning, brought his hand down on Eren’s ass with a sharp slap. The sudden sting made Eren jolt, a startled gasp escaping him before it melted into a growl of pure need. Levi’s fingers pressed into the firm curve, kneading possessively.

Eren wasn’t one to be outdone. With a swift motion, he rolled them over, pressing Levi down into the mattress while keeping their cocks flush together. His strokes turned more desperate, more frantic, and his breath came out in ragged pants against Levi’s neck.

Levi, usually always in control, let himself give in—just a little. His arms looped around Eren’s back, his own hips rolling up to meet every movement. His silver-grey eyes were heavy-lidded, pupils blown wide, a delicate pink flush dusting his sharp cheekbones.

„Fuck, I’m close,” Eren muttered, voice strained, tongue flicking over Levi’s skin. His cock pulsed in his grip, movements turning erratic.

„Yeah, me too,” Levi rasped, his breath hot against Eren’s ear. His thighs tightened around Eren’s waist, his fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. „Wanna feel you cum against my cock, baby.”

Eren let out a shuddering breath, his muscles tensing. His feet pressed into the mattress as he chased that final peak, hips jerking into his own hand. Holding himself up on one arm, he kept stroking them both with the other.

He buried his face in Levi’s neck, sucking at the sensitive skin. He wanted to kiss him—wanted to taste his lips, press their mouths together—but he knew that was out of the question without having brushed their teeth. Instead, he let his lips and tongue glide along Levi’s throat, making him shiver and arch beneath him. He mouthed slow, heated kisses against Levi’s flushed skin, drinking in every shudder that ran through him.

„Levi… I’m—” Eren’s voice broke into a gasp as heat coiled tight in his core, pleasure crashing over him in waves. His cock swelled, then pulsed, his release spilling between them, warm and messy. His breath stuttered as he rode out his climax, hips jerking instinctively, grinding against Levi’s slick skin. His grip on them both never faltered, stroking through the wetness, dragging out the pleasure until his muscles burned from the intensity.

„Ah—fuck, Eren—” Levi’s voice cracked as his body went rigid beneath him. His thighs clenched tight around Eren’s waist, a sharp gasp turning into a ragged moan as his orgasm overtook him. Thick ropes of cum spilled between them, mixing messily with Eren’s. His fingers dug into Eren’s back, nails leaving faint crescent-shaped marks in his skin, his breath hitching as his body trembled through every pulse of pleasure. Levi’s head tilted back, silver eyes hazy and blown wide. His entire body shuddered, muscles flexing beneath Eren as he came hard, moaning Eren’s name between hitched breaths. His chest heaved, sweat beading along his flushed skin, lips parted as if still catching the remnants of pleasure lingering in his body.

Eren felt something deeper than just lust in that moment, watching Levi come undone beneath him, unguarded and raw. His name falling from Levi’s lips, wrecked and breathless, sent a thrill straight to his core, making his heart beat faster. He hadn’t just made Levi come—he had unraveled him, stripped away his usual control and left him trembling, gripping onto Eren as if he were the only thing grounding him.

Having Levi like this—raw, lost in pleasure. And knowing he was the one to pull those sounds from him made Eren’s heartbeat thunder in his ears.

Their bodies trembled with the aftershocks, slick with sweat and release, breath mingling in the quiet space between them. The room was thick with the scent of sex, the heat of their bodies still lingering in the air.

Still catching their breath, Eren’s larger frame gently covered Levi’s smaller body. Despite their difference in size, it wasn’t overwhelming; instead, it was comforting. Eren’s weight felt grounding, a steady presence that seemed to bring a sense of calm. His muscular chest rose and fell with each breath, pressing against Levi, who was comfortably nestled beneath him.

Levi’s hands rested lightly on Eren’s back, tracing the warmth of his skin, feeling the muscles beneath. Despite their size difference, they fit together effortlessly, as though their bodies understood each other without words. It was a quiet, peaceful connection, and for the moment, there was no need for anything more.

Eren’s head rested against Levi’s neck, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The familiar sound anchored him, calming his breath as the stillness of the room wrapped them both in an intimate silence.

Levi took a deep breath, enjoying the sensation of Eren’s presence, letting the air fill his lungs. His body, though small compared to Eren’s, felt secure in his embrace.

„You still breathing under there?” Eren murmured softly, his voice warm with a teasing edge, the heat of their bodies pressed together.

Levi managed a faint smile, his voice a little hoarse. „Barely,” he replied, the playful tone still lingering, though it was softened with contentment. „You’re heavy as hell.”

Eren laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest. It vibrated between them, a deep chuckle that resonated in their shared space. He shifted slightly, trying to ease his weight off Levi. „I’ll move if you need me to.”

Levi shook his head, his hand settling back on Eren’s back, keeping him close. „No. Stay. I’m fine.”

Their bodies were tangled together, hot and sticky, their shirts clinging to their damp skin. Eren’s wild brown hair framed his face, a mess from their passion, but in that moment, it suited him perfectly. They stayed like that for a while longer, savoring the closeness, the silence, and the warmth.

But as time passed, the mix of their release between them began to grow uncomfortable. Eren shifted, realizing it was probably time to move. He didn’t want to break the quiet peace that lingered, but the discomfort was starting to become too much to ignore.

Eventually, with a long exhale, Eren traced absent patterns over Levi’s ribs. „We should probably clean up,” he muttered, though he made no immediate move.

Levi groaned quietly, still savoring the warmth of Eren above him, reluctant to separate. „Yeah… shower sounds good,” he said, though he couldn’t ignore the sticky feeling between them. „I feel fucking filthy.”

Eren slowly lifted himself off of Levi, leaning in close to whisper in his ear. „Come on,” he murmured softly, his voice warm and soothing. „We’ll shower, and then I’ll make you breakfast. I’ll bring you tea while you relax on the couch.”

Levi’s eyes flicked open, his eyebrow lifting in a mixture of amusement and curiosity. He didn’t respond immediately, but the faint smile on his lips told Eren everything he needed to know.

„Sounds like you have it all planned out,” Levi replied, his tone quiet but appreciative. There was no resistance, no protest—just the quiet trust that came with their bond.

Eren helped him sit up, moving carefully as he extended a hand to him. „It’s the least I can do,” Eren said, smiling down at Levi with a tenderness that matched his words.

Levi took Eren’s hand, allowing himself to be pulled up. The movement was slow, but neither of them seemed to mind, savoring the warmth of the moment before the day fully started.

Eren led the way toward the bathroom, his hand still gently resting against Levi’s back. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Levi following without hesitation, his gaze soft, trusting.

Once they reached the bathroom, the sound of water running filled the quiet space. Eren took care with the details—adjusting the temperature just right and stepping in first, making sure Levi was comfortable before inviting him in.

The shower was warm, the steam swirling around them as they stood together under the cascade of water. Eren carefully washed Levi’s back, gentle with his touch, careful to ease away the tiredness that lingered in his muscles. There was no rush, no urgency—just a quiet sense of togetherness, the kind that had nothing to prove.

Afterward, they emerged from the shower, each wrapped in towels. Eren led the way back to their bedroom, where they pulled on loose, relaxed clothes—Eren in a simple t-shirt and sweatpants, Levi in his usual black attire, fitting but comfortable, with the usual cool, sharp edge to his appearance.

Once dressed, they made their way to the kitchen.

Eren turned to Levi, raising an eyebrow in question. „So, what are we feeling for breakfast today?” he asked, his voice light. „Scrambled eggs? Pancakes? Or are you in the mood for something else?”

Levi, already settled comfortably on the couch, lifted his eyes to meet Eren’s. He considered it for a moment, then smirked. „Surprise me.”

Eren chuckled, shaking his head but smiling all the same. „You got it. I’ll make it special.”

He brought a steaming cup of tea to Levi, who was already waiting.

„Here,” Eren said, as he placed the cup in front of Levi. „Enjoy.”

Levi looked up at him, his face soft with appreciation. The morning felt like a peaceful end to their whirlwind of emotions, each of them settling into the comfort of the other’s presence.

Eren smiled as he flipped the toast in the pan, the rich aroma of freshly toasted bread filling the air. After a moment of quiet thought, he carefully sliced the ripe avocado, spreading it generously onto the toast. He added a pinch of salt and pepper, a drizzle of olive oil, and topped it off with perfectly poached eggs, the yolk just right—soft but not too runny. He added a few cherry tomatoes on the side for a fresh, colorful touch.

„Alright, breakfast is ready,“ Eren said with a smile, carrying the plates over to the living room where Levi was comfortably settled on the couch, his tea in hand.

He set down the plates with a soft clink, the vibrant green of the avocado and the rich yellow of the eggs standing out against the simplicity of the toast.

„I made avocado toast with poached eggs… and some cherry tomatoes on the side,“ Eren said, placing the plates down with a grin. „It’s light but still filling—lots of protein from the eggs, healthy fats from the avocado, essential B vitamins, and the whole-grain bread adds fiber, plus some extra vitamins from the tomatoes.“

Levi raised an eyebrow, glancing at the plate before meeting Eren’s gaze. „You know how to treat me, huh?“ he said, his tone light, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Eren’s face flushed, but he couldn’t help but smile back. „Just trying to keep you healthy. And I thought you’d like it.“

Levi didn’t wait any longer, picking up his fork and digging into the meal. Eren watched as Levi took a bite, his expression softening. It was the kind of simple, quiet moment that made Eren feel like everything was just… right.

Levi took another bite, savoring the flavors before glancing up at Eren with a small smile. „This is really delicious,“ he said. „You’re getting really good at cooking.“

Eren’s face lit up with a smile, a little bashful but pleased. „Thanks,“ he said simply, feeling proud.

While they ate, Eren glanced up, chewing slowly before setting his fork down. „We should probably talk about last night,” he said quietly, his eyes focused on the plate in front of him.

Levi paused, his fork halfway to his mouth. He set it down, his gaze narrowing slightly. „About your fucking brother?”

„Yeah, about my fucking brother,” Eren confirmed, his tone regretful. „I’m sorry for all the trouble.”

Levi huffed, leaning back in his chair. „It’s not your fault. You can’t choose your family. If anyone understands that, it’s me.”

Eren sighed, his fingers tapping the edge of his cup.

„You think Zeke’s gonna be a problem?“ Levi asked, his voice neutral.

Eren huffed, lips curling slightly. „You’re not going to kill my brother because you’re pissed, are you?“ It was a dark joke, crossing a line, but he couldn’t help it.

Levi’s eyes flickered up from his plate, locking with Eren’s. His expression was unreadable, but the air shifted between them. He set his fork down, giving Eren a flat look. „I didn’t say that,“ he replied coolly, taking another bite of his avocado toast as if the subject didn’t bother him. But his voice was firm. „I don’t like people sniffing around in my business—yours too.“

„I get that,“ Eren muttered, his frustration rising. „Maybe I’ll just talk to Zeke. Tell him he’s an asshole for pulling this shit.“ He let out an annoyed breath. „Hiring a damn private detective… I bet he calls it 'watching out for me.‘„

„If I ever meet this asshole…“ Levi trailed off, leaving the threat unsaid, but it was clear he didn’t like Zeke—despite never having met him.

Eren took a deep breath, breaking the silence. „Alright, so what do we do now?“

Levi’s lips curled into a faint, knowing smile, the tension easing just a bit. „We keep our eyes open and make sure that rat doesn’t show up again.“

Eren nodded slowly, leaning back in his chair. „You’re right about that.“ He reached across the table for Levi’s hand, his fingers tracing over the knuckles.

„What I said last night—that I’ll take care of the situation if this guy shows up again, that I’ll make sure there won’t be a problem—I meant it.“ His voice was firm. „I’ll do whatever it takes for us.“

Levi studied his face for a moment before intertwining his fingers with Eren’s. „I know.“

X

Chapter Text

No Regrets 2
Chapter 9 – Meeting, Talking, Relationships

The following week started off normal—plain, at best. Far too normal after the weekend’s chaos. Monday felt like slipping back into the dull rhythm of everyday life, the kind that made Eren wonder if any of it had even happened. Nothing unusual, no surprises. Just work, routine, and the quiet hum of normalcy.

Still, in the back of his mind, the whole mess with Zeke lingered. He debated unlocking his brother on messenger and social media, just long enough to call him a fucking idiot before blocking him again. It was tempting. But maybe—just maybe—it wouldn’t be the worst thing to talk to at least one member of his family. Ugh, no. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with that right now. His life was good, steady. Why did something—or someone—always have to throw it off balance?

So, he let it be. Instead, he went to work at Mike’s Bikes, where the familiar scent of grease and rubber filled the shop, and the rhythmic clank of tools against metal drowned out his thoughts. Meanwhile, Levi headed to No Regrets, his own little kingdom of sharp edges and fine craftsmanship. Eren knew Levi would tell Isabel and Farlan everything—about the cage fights, the private detective, even the murder discussion. But that was fine. Levi trusted them with everything. And so did Eren.

X

On Tuesday, however, Eren had to leave work early. He had an appointment with Rico Brzenska from The Rolling Thunder to discuss his next modeling gig for the biker magazine.

The job wasn’t anything new—he’d done a few shoots for them before, posing with custom bikes, dressed in leather or denim, depending on the aesthetic they were going for. It was easy money, and while Eren didn’t consider himself a model, the magazine seemed to like his look. Rugged, a little rough around the edges—he fit the image they wanted.

Eren stepped off the elevator and into the Rolling Thunder office, the scent of coffee and faint traces of motor oil lingering in the air. It always felt like a mix between a newsroom and a biker clubhouse—walls lined with framed covers of past issues, featuring custom-built machines gleaming under stage lights, rugged riders with wild grins, and tattooed models draped over bikes like second skin.

As the elevator doors slid shut behind him, Eren caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirrored wall. He had changed into fresh clothes after work—not anything overly special, but enough to make him look good. His stone-washed jeans hugged his long legs, drawing attention to their length, while the shirt, sleeves rolled up, showed off his forearms. His turquoise-green eyes shone as bright and vibrant as ever, a piercing color that seemed to stand out no matter where he was. His brown hair was tied in his usual messy bun—casual, yet somehow fitting.

He turned his head left and right, checking himself out for a moment, adjusting his posture. Sometimes, even though he was confident and knew he had that rugged, sexy appeal, Eren couldn’t help but act a little nervous. He cracked a small smile at his reflection. Yeah, okay, he looked good enough for a new shoot.

Eren had been here before. A few times, actually. But as he walked toward the familiar glass-walled conference room, he realized it had been over a year since his last shoot. Not that he minded—he wasn’t a model, not really. He was a mechanic. He just happened to have the right look. Rolling Thunder liked his rough-around-the-edges vibe, and hell, he didn’t mind showing off a little. The shoots had been fun. Easy money.

Pushing the door open, he found Rico Brzenska already waiting for him, her sharp gaze flicking up from the tablet in front of her. Dressed in a professional outfit with an edge, her short, light blond hair framing her face, she exuded the same collected energy as always—professional, efficient, but never cold.

„Eren,” she greeted with a small smirk, standing up to shake his hand. „Good to see you again.”

„You too, Rico.” He took the seat across from her, glancing at the stack of papers on the table—mock-ups, layouts, and a couple of magazines from past months. He had no idea what today was about, but it seemed important.

„Thanks for coming in today.”

Eren grinned. „Of course, Rico. You know I’m always up for working with you guys.”

She nodded with a small smile. „How’ve you been?”

„All good,” Eren replied, a hint of pride in his voice. „I just finished my MMI. Think I did well, actually. And now I’m working full-time as a mechanic. It’s a grind, but I’m loving it.”

Rico’s smile widened, clearly pleased. „That’s perfect. I knew you’d get there.”

Eren chuckled. „Yeah, feels good to finally be doing what I really want.”

She raised an eyebrow. „Still with your boyfriend, that talented tattoo artist?”

Eren’s eyes lit up at the mention of Levi. „Of course. We’re doing great.”

Eren paused for a moment, glancing around at the papers on the table before looking back at her with a raised eyebrow. „So, what exactly am I here for today? You didn’t send me any details on the job.“

Rico leaned forward, resting her arms on the table. „We’ve got a big feature coming up. It’s about the new generation of mechanics—people like you who are taking the industry to the next level.”

Eren tilted his head, a little confused. „The new generation of mechanics?”

„Yes,” she said. „We’re working on a big feature for the next issue: Bad Boys for Bikes - The Mechanics Turning Wrenches & Heads. It’s about the new wave of motorcycle mechanics—guys who aren’t just fixing bikes but shaping the culture. And we want you to be part of it.”

Eren raised an eyebrow, curiosity starting to creep in. „Okay, so… you want me in another shoot, right? Like last time?”

Rico’s smirk deepened. „Not just a shoot. The shoot.” She tapped the magazine mock-ups in front of her. „We want you on the cover, Eren.”

He blinked. The cover.

He had done a couple of spreads for them before—calendar shoots, some side features—but this? Wow.

Rico watched his reaction carefully, then continued. „But we don’t want to stop there. We want a duality —part mechanic, part ‘bad boy’ biker. You fit the whole concept. You are a mechanic, a biker, and you look stunning.”

Eren couldn’t help but smile, feeling a little rush of pride. This was something else. An article, including him? His name, his face, front and center on Rolling Thunder. „Yeah, I get it now. You want my skills and the look.”

Rico nodded enthusiastically. „Exactly. I want to include you in the article. Be part of the story. You’re the one who bridges the gap between raw mechanic and the kind of style and image The Rolling Thunder is known for. We want the cover to reflect that. It’s more than just a photo—it’s about making a statement, showing your skills. You’re not just a face; you have a story.”

Eren let the idea roll around in his mind. The cover of Rolling Thunder was huge—this wasn’t just a calendar feature anymore. This was something that could give him a real platform in the industry, make a name for himself beyond just being „the guy who fixes bikes.”

„And the article?” Eren asked, surprised, curiosity creeping back in. „What’s the focus there?”

Rico pushed her glasses back onto her nose. „It focuses on young mechanics, just like you. But there’s more to it than that. It’s about how the industry is evolving. It’s about the guys who live and breathe this world—who build the bikes, ride them, and look damn good doing it.”

She paused, giving Eren a moment to take it in. „We’re not talking about old-school, back-alley garages anymore. The new generation of mechanics is part of the scene. They are the scene. And you? You’re the perfect representation of that.”

Rico leaned in slightly, her blue eyes gleaming with energy. „This article is about the evolution of motorcycle mechanics—not just who’s building the bikes, but who’s making the culture look good. Fresh styles, new ideas, bringing a little edge to the grease and grit. Young mechanics like you are redefining what it means to be part of this world. It’s not just about fixing engines—it’s about identity, lifestyle, passion, and making the garage scene sexy as hell.”

She gave him a pointed look. „You’re not just a mechanic—you’re a face of this shift. You’ve got a story, a vision, and that’s what we want to share.”

Eren exhaled, running a hand through his hair as he processed the information. „I mean… yeah, I get it.” He gave her a smile. „That’s a huge opportunity.”

Rico’s smile widened, her sharp eyes gleaming with something between amusement and certainty. „Exactly. I don’t just want you in the feature because you look good next to a bike—though, let’s be honest, that doesn’t hurt.”

She smirked before leaning forward slightly, resting her elbows on the table. „I want to give you the chance to show what you can do. Your skills. Your passion. The whole package.”

Eren let out a slow breath, nodding as he thought it over. It was still a little surreal—he had never expected anything like this. The calendar shoot had been fun, sure, but this? This was next level.

„There are other mechanics in the article,” Rico continued, flipping through some of the mock-ups on her tablet. „Young guys making a name for themselves in the industry. We’re highlighting the shift—the new blood that’s taking over. But Eren…” She met his gaze again, steady and unwavering. „I want you to be the face of it.”

Eren’s brows lifted slightly. „The face?”

„Yes,” Rico confirmed. „The one people remember when they pick up the issue.”

That hit differently. He had assumed he’d be part of the spread, maybe get a good shot or two inside. But the face of the feature? That was huge. His name, his image, front and center.

He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. „Damn. That’s crazy.”

„It’s an opportunity,” Rico said, her voice firm but encouraging. „Not just for us, but for you. People remember you from the other shoots. You’ve been in the pictures before, but now it’s about showcasing what you actually do, what you stand for. This is the next step.”

She gestured as she continued, „When this article came up, you were the first person I thought of. You fit perfectly. We’re doing interviews with everyone featured in the piece, plus a full photoshoot to bring it all together.”

He could feel it now—that little spark of excitement settling in his chest, spreading through his veins like the hum of an engine coming to life. It was a big move. But maybe it was time for one.

„That’s… damn! Really, I don’t know what to say. That’s great,” Eren shifted in his seat. „And what’s the concept for the shoot?”

Rico leaned back slightly, a spark of excitement in her eyes. „We’re blending two things: raw skill and unfiltered attitude. We want to capture you in your element—hands dirty, working on an engine, sweat on your skin after a long day in the shop. We want it gritty. Real. But we also want to capture that ‘biker’ style in a sexy way. Abd we also want to showcase the lifestyle. So we’re talking leather jackets, maybe some chains, that rough-around-the-edges vibe. The rebellion. The ‘bad boy’ edge. You’re a mechanic, but you’re also a rider. A statement.”

Eren let that settle in. The idea wasn’t bad—hell, it was actually pretty cool. It wasn’t just about posing with bikes this time. It was about what he did, what he was.

„So, like… half ‘grease-stained mechanic,’ half ‘biker icon’?” he grinned.

„Exactly.” Rico flipped through a few concept images on her tablet—past shoots with similar energy. Shadows, grit, the metallic gleam of an engine under harsh lights. Then another set—leather jackets, intense stares, the kind of aesthetic that made people look twice.

„I guess I’m still not clear on what this shoot would look like,” Eren admitted, his curiosity winning out. „More on the sexy aspect or the focus on the tools and bikes?”

Rico smiled again, already having the vision mapped out in her head. „Both. We’ll be doing a few different setups. There are already ideas—one in a garage, one on the road. Maybe even a night shoot under neon lights. But for the cover, we’re thinking something bold. Like you, standing next to a custom bike, half-zipped jacket, oil on your hands. Tough. Confident. The face of the new generation. That’s just the first idea.”

Eren smirked. „So, basically, you want me to look like a badass with skill?”

Rico chuckled. „That part comes naturally, doesn’t it?”

He huffed a small laugh, shaking his head. „Guess so.”

But still, a part of him hesitated. He was a mechanic, not some celebrity. Did he really fit the whole cover star thing?

Almost as if she could sense his doubt, Rico tapped a finger on the table. „Look, Eren. You’ve got the skills, the look, the attitude. You’re not just a random guy we pulled in for this—you’ve already made an impression. People remember you from the calendar. That’s why we want you front and center.”

She leaned forward, meeting his gaze directly. „This isn’t just about looking cool. This is about showing the world that mechanics aren’t just behind the scenes anymore. They’re part of the movement. You’re part of the movement.”

Eren sat there for a moment, letting her words sink in. The more he thought about it, the more he felt the buzz of excitement growing in his chest. He’d worked his ass off to get to where he was. He had plans. He wasn’t just another guy in a garage—he was building something for himself.

And maybe this was a way to put himself on the map.

Finally, he smirked, leaning back in his chair. „Alright, Rico. Let’s do it.”

Rico grinned. „That’s what I like to hear.”

Eren leaned forward slightly, a hint of curiosity in his voice. „So, what’s the payment like for this shoot?”

Rico gave a quick nod, as if this part was a given. „For the photoshoot, you’re looking at a flat fee of $5,000. That covers the shoot itself—your time, styling, and the rights to use the photos for the magazine feature.”

Eren raised an eyebrow, clearly interested. „And what about if the pictures get used elsewhere? You know, for posters or social media stuff?”

Rico smirked, clearly prepared for the question. „Good point. If the photos are used for anything beyond the magazine there’s an additional fee. We’d negotiate that separately depending on how the images are being used. It’s all about making sure you’re compensated fairly for those extra usages.”

Eren nodded slowly, understanding the potential. „Got it. So, if the pics go bigger, I could make more?”

Rico grinned, leaning back in her chair. „Exactly. But it’s important to settle all those details up front, so there’s no confusion later. It’s a way to make sure you’re not missing out if they want to use the images in other ways.”

Eren thought it over for a moment. „Sounds fair.”

There was a slight pause before Rico leaned back again, tapping the edge of the tablet thoughtfully. „You know, Eren, if you had a manager or signed with a real modeling agency, you could make a lot more. They’d handle all the details, negotiate higher rates for shoots, and ensure you’re getting what you’re worth.“

She tilted her head slightly, watching his reaction. „Not just for Rolling Thunder, either. Bigger jobs. Campaigns. Maybe even working with some major brands—designer collaborations, high-end motorcycle gear, hell, even lifestyle brands looking for that authentic edge.“

Eren grinned, shaking his head. „Nah, I’m good. I like doing things my way—no middleman. Besides, I’m a mechanic first, not some big-time model.“

Rico sight, clearly understanding his point. „I get it, but you’ve got the look, and people are noticing. Just think about it—sometimes it’s not just about the money; it’s about the opportunities.”

Eren shrugged casually. „I don’t need someone else to tell me when to work or how much I’m worth. I’ll take the offers as they come. If it’s fun and worth my time, I’ll do it—if not, I’ll be in the shop.”

„Casual, huh?“

Eren chuckled. „Exactly. I like keeping it casual—show up, take some cool photos my boyfriend drools over, get paid, go back to fixing bikes.”

Rico huffed a quiet laugh. „Can’t argue with that. If it works for you, it works.”

Eren smirked. „It definitely works. Levi gets new pics to obsess over, I get paid, and I skip the business nonsense. Win-win.”

Rico gave him a knowing look, then nodded and slid the tablet toward him. „Shoot’s on Saturday, full-day session—studio, maybe outdoor too. We’ve got some cool bikes, different looks, and Hannes behind the camera.”

Eren nodded. „Hannes is solid. Sounds good.”

„I’ll send the final contract tonight. Read it over and let me know if you have any questions.”

„Got it,” Eren said, leaning back. „Looking forward to it.”

Eren left the office, his mind idly toying with the thought as he waited for the elevator. Just for fun.

What if he really went for it? Runway shows, Calvin Klein ads—his body and ass plastered across a billboard in nothing but designer underwear. Maybe even a high-end fragrance commercial, all moody lighting and slow-motion stares. Like that Dior Sauvage ad with Johnny Depp—desert landscape, burning sky, wolves circling as he buried jewelry in the dirt. That one was a damn good spot.

He smirked to himself, shaking his head. Yeah, no. Fun to imagine, but not his thing.

And besides the fact that he didn’t want to go this big—he couldn’t. Not that Eren thought he’d ever become some kind of celebrity, but even if he did, he couldn’t. Not with Levi and the life they had now. Not with the ties to the Underground, the cage fights, the shady deals happening just out of sight.

God, being followed by that shitty private detective had been bad enough, and that was only because of his brother. Imagine a whole bunch of paparazzi stalking his every move. Hell no.

The idea of going big as a model, working with agencies, and dealing with all the bullshit that came with it? Not for him. He didn’t want that kind of attention.

Levi would hate it, too. Eren knew his boyfriend would absolutely hate it. The constant watching, the lack of privacy. And, God, if something from Levi’s past got exposed? It could ruin everything, put him at risk of prison. So, no. Never.

But what Eren did want was to make a name for himself in the mechanic and biker scene. He had dreams—real, grounded dreams. He wanted to build a reputation, open his own shop one day, maybe specialize in classic bikes or Harleys—the kind of machines that made people stop and stare.

Being in a feature like this, having his face on the cover of a magazine like Rolling Thunder? That was a step in the right direction. Not for fame or vanity, but for respect. For the legacy. For the kind of attention that built a career, not a spectacle.

_

As Eren left the building, the afternoon sun hit his face, warm and bright. His smile mirrored it, thoughts of the opportunity and the payment making him feel damn good. Five thousand dollars for just a few hours of work? Hell yeah.

His days of money problems felt like a distant memory. Grisha cutting him off two years ago when he dropped out of med school seemed like a lifetime ago, another world entirely. Without Levi, Eren probably wouldn’t have made it this far, but it was his own hard work too. Now, he had a job and a future. Sure, he wasn’t raking in the kind of cash a doctor would, but it was enough. Enough to live the life he wanted.

Damn, Eren grinned like an idiot. Five grand for a few hours of work and looking good? Not bad at all. And that looking good part? Definitely wasn’t thanks to Grisha. Eren might have had his father’s brown hair, but everything else—the big eyes, the lips, the features that turned heads without even trying—came from his mother. Thanks for nothing, Grisha.

_

Eren pulled out his phone to give Levi a call, already walking in the direction of the tattoo shop. But before he could dial, his phone lit up with an incoming call—Jean.

He sighed, figuring it was probably about something random, but answered anyway.

„Yo, Jean,“ Eren greeted.

„Hey, man,“ Jean’s voice came through, sounding a little tense. „Are you off work yet? I could really use someone to talk to. You got time for a coffee?“

Eren glanced at the phone screen, then back at the street. „Yeah, actually, you just caught me. I just wrapped up my meeting with Rolling Thunder.“

Jean let out a small laugh, the tension easing a bit. „Oh man, right, I forgot about your modeling gig. Got you living the high life now, huh?“

Eren smirked. „Nah, nothing that glamorous. But no problem, let’s meet up. Coffee in 20 minutes?“

„Perfect,“ Jean replied, sounding relieved. „See you then.“

_

Eren walked into their favorite coffee shop—the one near campus. Neither of them were in college anymore, but the coffee was good, and the relaxed atmosphere kept them coming back.

He glanced around but didn’t see Jean yet, so he got himself a large caramel macchiato and took a seat by the window. As he waited, he pulled out his phone and sent Levi a quick text.

Meeting went great. Got a shoot and something else lined up. He added a grinning emoji. Tell you everything later. Grabbing coffee with Jean.

Before he could put his phone away, a mug was set down on the table. Jean slid into the seat across from him with a short, „Hey.”

Eren raised an eyebrow. „What’s with the long horseface?“ he teased, but underneath the mocking words was real concern for his friend. „You look like someone stole your sugar and left you with hay to chew on.“

Jean shot him a half-annoyed, half-tired look, his amber eyes narrowing slightly. „Fuck you, Jaeger. You’re an ass,“ he muttered, taking a sip of his black coffee. He ran a hand through his two-toned brown hair with a heavy sigh, clearly weighed down by something. He bit his bottom lip as he stared into his mug, lost in thought.

Eren’s teasing faltered, guilt pricking at him. Something was definitely bothering Jean. He leaned forward, tone softer now. „Fuck, sorry. What happened?“

Jean stared out the window for a moment, avoiding eye contact before he finally turned his gaze back to Eren. „I think I fucked up without even realizing it,“ he said, another sigh escaping him. „Marco’s pissed.“

Eren leaned in, his brows furrowing in concern. „Oh? Why? What did you do?“

Jean hesitated, running a hand through his hair again, clearly uncomfortable. „Ah, shit. It’s—“ He cut off mid-sentence, then shifted awkwardly in his seat. He paused, before changing the subject to something more personal. „Do you ever miss something? Between you and Levi… in bed?“

Eren blinked, his initial irritation rising. „You wanna talk to me about gay sex now?“ he asked, unable to keep the teasing edge out of his voice. A grin tugged at the corners of his lips despite the seriousness in Jean’s tone.

Jean rolled his eyes. „Yeah, whatever,“ he muttered back, mocking Eren’s usual swagger. „I know how you go on and on about how fucking amazing Levi dicks you down…“

He chuckled sarcastically. „But are you really this spellbound by him and his cock, or do you… I dunno, miss something now and then? You weren’t into guys before Levi, and Marco’s my first man too, so…“ He trailed off, clearly uncomfortable with the conversation but unable to hold it back any longer.

Eren’s teasing faltered as he processed Jean’s words. His grin faded, and he sat up a little straighter, a bit more serious now. „Ah,“ he said, understanding what Jean was really asking. „Do you miss something with Marco?“ he asked gently, trying to meet his friend halfway.

Jean stared into his coffee for a moment, quiet, as if trying to find the right words. Finally, he spoke. „Levi’s a top too, right? Do you miss…“

„Putting my dick in?“ Eren asked bluntly, not hesitating.

Jean blushed slightly, but he held Eren’s gaze. „If you put it this way, yeah,“ he replied quietly.

Eren took a sip of his caramel macchiato before answering, his voice casual. „I like it more to bottom,“ he said, because really, it wasn’t a secret. „Getting a blowjob is perfect. I don’t miss being on top. If I do, I can just tell Levi. He’s bottomed with me before. But…“ He paused, licking his dry lips. „But I don’t feel like it. I want him taking control.“

Jean leaned back in his chair, exhaling heavily, clearly processing Eren’s response.

„What’s going on with you and Marco?“ Eren asked, changing the subject slightly. „Marco tops, huh? Isn’t that good?“

Jean was quick to shake his head. „No, that’s not it,“ he said firmly. „Marco’s great. I love sex with him. But… well, he isn’t open to switching. He told me he tried bottoming once and didn’t like it, so he doesn’t want to try it again.“

„Okay, that’s shit,“ Eren replied, pulling a face. He understood Jean’s frustration. He was close friends with both Jean and Marco, but he’d known Jean longer and could relate to where his friend was coming from. „It’s tough if you want to switch things up, and he’s not open to it.“

Jean nodded, looking down into his coffee. „Yeah. It’s not like I want to force him, but… I don’t know, sometimes I just want to try things a little differently, you know?“

Eren leaned back in his chair, thinking for a moment. „Yeah, I get that. But you need to talk to Marco about it. I’m sure he’s not shutting you down completely. Maybe he just needs time or a little more convincing.“

Jean looked up, considering Eren’s words. „Maybe,“ he said, though he still sounded unsure.

„Well, talk to him. You never know unless you try.“ Eren said, trying to give his friend some advice.

Jean let out a sigh, clearly torn but grateful for the conversation. „Yeah. I’ll think about it.“

„But you said you fucked up?“ Eren asked, leaning forward slightly. „What did you do?“

Jean looked like he didn’t want to say it, but he eventually sighed, knowing there was no avoiding it. „Marco’s angry because he thinks I’m flirting with girls.“

Eren raised an eyebrow at that, trying to keep his expression neutral but it was obvious that he was biting back a sarcastic laugh. He leaned back, folding his arms.

„Well, yeah. You did, man,“ he said bluntly. „If I were Marco, I’d be pissed too. You flirted with Mikasa pretty hard. That wasn’t cool.“

Jean’s expression immediately shifted to one of guilt. He pressed his jaw together and let out a sigh, as if trying to find the words. „She’s really pretty,“ he admitted quietly.

Eren huffed, exasperated. „If I had done that, Levi would’ve… well, let’s just say, he probably wouldn’t have been too happy about it either. Hell, he might’ve killed her with just a look.“ Eren chuckled but his tone was serious. „Marco’s got every right to be mad if you’re out here flirting with other people.“

„I know,“ Jean said, his voice more serious now. „I didn’t do it on purpose, though. It’s just… I don’t know. I can’t stop being attracted to women. I still find them sexy, and I don’t want to hide that. And usually, Marco’s okay with it. We watch porn together—straight porn or two guys and a girl. He’s fine with that.“

Eren stared at him for a second, clearly a little surprised by how open Jean was being. „You’re really talkative on this topic today,“ Eren grinned, leaning back in his chair. „Usually, if I ask too many details, you shut me down.“ He gave a mock-worried look, his grin widening. „Did I make you feel too comfortable?“

Jean rolled his eyes, but a faint smirk tugged at his lips. „Shut up. I know you’re nosy, but I’m just trying to figure this out, alright?“

Eren nodded, a bit more serious now. „Look, it’s not that I don’t get it. Marco’s probably feeling like he’s not enough, or like you’re not fully into this relationship with him. Maybe he just needs to see that you can be into him and still be attracted to women too, but he’s gotta trust you. And it’s not gonna help if you’re out here flirting with other people, even if it’s just harmless. It’s all about communication, man.“

Jean was silent for a moment, clearly reflecting on Eren’s words. He rubbed the back of his neck before speaking up. „Yeah… you’re right,“ he said finally, his voice a little strained. „But it’s not helping that Marco blocks me every time I try to talk to him about… well, the switching in bed.“ He sighed, frustration lacing his tone. „With girls, there’s no question who’s… putting it in.”

Eren nodded, offering a small, understanding smile. „I get that,“ he replied softly. „It’s hard to have those kinds of conversations when your partner’s not receptive to them.“

Jean glanced up, still clearly troubled. „What’s with you?“ he asked, sounding a little unsure. „You don’t think about girls sometimes?“

Eren shook his head immediately. „Sorry, no,“ he said honestly.

„I saw Levi, and that’s it for me. There’s no one else. Not women, not men.“ He shrugged nonchalantly.

„Sure, I notice if someone’s attractive, but I don’t miss being with women. Hell, you could put a naked woman right here on the table, and I wouldn’t bat an eye. I know Levi’s waiting for me at home.“

Jean snorted in amusement, shaking his head. „You’re obsessed, man.“

Eren grinned, unabashed. „Yeah, I am. But hey, every relationship is different, right?“ He leaned back in his chair. „You just need to figure out what works for you and Marco. If you’re both happy, that’s all that matters.“

Jean’s expression softened, but there was still an edge of uncertainty to it. „Don’t get me wrong, I love Marco,“ he said, his voice quick and a little rushed, as though he was afraid his feelings weren’t clear. „I don’t want to be with anyone else, and I definitely don’t want to sleep with anyone else. But I still like the way women look. It turns me on, you know?“

Eren took a breath, choosing his words carefully. „It’s natural, man. I’m sure a lot of people feel that way, and it’s okay to acknowledge that. But at the end of the day, if Marco’s feeling uncomfortable with it, you’ve got to talk to him. Let him know how you feel. Make sure you’re both on the same page.“

Jean exhaled slowly, as if a weight was lifting off his shoulders. „Yeah, you’re right,“ he said, his voice quieter now. „Thanks, man. I needed to hear that.“

Eren raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. „Hey, how about we go on a double date again? Haven’t done that in a while.“

Jean thought for a second before nodding. „Yeah, sure… but first I gotta apologize to Marco and make it up to him.“

„You better,“ Eren teased. „I mean, Marco can be a flirt too, right? So maybe he’ll get your point. You just went a little too far this time. Tune it down next time, and it should be fine.“

Jean huffed, a half-smile forming on his lips. „Yeah, yeah, I know. I’ll talk to him tonight.“

Eren leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the table. „Good. It’s important, man. You guys should be able to communicate about this stuff. It’s all about balance.“

Jean rolled his eyes but nodded. „You’re right.“

After a moment of silence, both of them sipping their coffee, Jean switched topics, breaking the stillness. „So, how was your meeting? They want your ass for another shoot?“

Eren chuckled, setting his coffee cup down. „Yeah, actually. They want me for a feature in Rolling Thunder. Full-day session —studio and some outdoor shots with a couple of bikes.“

Jean raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. „Damn, that’s big.“

Eren nodded, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. „Yeah, sounds cool, right? And that’s not all. They’re including me in an article about mechanics—how younger guys are changing the game. So, I get paid and get some promotion for the work I actually care about. Plus, Levi loves my pictures. He’s been all over the ones from the last shoot.“ Eren leaned back a little, the words coming easily now.

Eren leaned back, a teasing grin on his face. „Hey, maybe you should go to a studio sometime. Get some nice pictures for your boyfriend.“

Jean looked up, raising an eyebrow, clearly taken aback. „What? Like… what kind of pictures?“

Eren wiggled his eyebrows, his smirk widening. „You know, something special. A few sexy shots. Make Marco feel like the luckiest guy alive. Tell him everything he sees there is his, and he can use it however he wants.“

Jean’s face turned a shade of red, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. „You’re out of your damn mind,“ he muttered, though there was a slight hesitation in his voice—like he was actually considering it.

Eren chuckled, leaning in a little. „Seriously, man. It could be fun for both of you. If you want to spice things up a bit, this could be the way to go. And who knows, maybe you’ll motivate him to switch if you go out of your way and do something special for him, too.“

Jean let out a small, awkward laugh, trying to brush off the suggestion. „I don’t know, Eren. Pictures? That’s your thing.“

Eren shrugged nonchalantly, still amused. „Hey, just an idea. But think about it. You’d be surprised what a few good photos can do.“

Jean stayed quiet for a moment, his thoughts clearly spinning. „I’ll… think about it,“ he muttered, his voice a little softer now.

Eren grinned, satisfied with dropping the idea. „No pressure, man. But trust me, it works.“ He winked at Jean.

X

After catching up with Jean, Eren made his way to No Regrets, the familiar buzz of the city around him. The conversation had left him with a deep sense of gratitude for what he had with Levi.

He didn’t judge Jean or Marco for how they handled things—everyone’s relationship was different—but for him, flirting with anyone else wasn’t just off the table, it wasn’t even in the same damn room.

The thought of Levi giving someone else that kind of attention, even as a joke, sent something sharp and possessive curling in Eren’s gut. He knew it was irrational, but it didn’t matter. The jealousy burned hot, immediate, undeniable. And he’d never put Levi in that position either. He didn’t even let his thoughts wander to anyone else. What was the point?

Levi was all he wanted. And Levi was hot as hell!

_

Eren stepped inside No Regrets, the door swinging shut behind him. The familiar scent of antiseptic and ink filled the air, the low hum of a tattoo machine buzzing somewhere in the back. But what caught his attention wasn’t just his hot as hell boyfriend—it was who he was sitting with.

Levi and Armin were both on the black leather couch in the front room, deep in conversation. Armin looked relaxed, hands gesturing as he spoke.

Levi, on the other hand, sat back with his usual unreadable expression, one leg crossed over the other, listening. Every now and then, he gave a small nod, jotting something down in the worn leather notebook he always used for client design ideas. His pen moved in quick, precise strokes, and Eren could tell he was already working out the details in his head.

Eren frowned, his eyes flicking between them. „Uh—what’s going on here?”

Armin turned, flashing him a smile. „Hey! Just setting up an appointment.”

„For what?” Eren asked, stepping closer.

„A tattoo,” Armin said casually, like it was nothing.

Eren blinked. His brain stalled for a second. Armin. A tattoo. The same Armin who always looked like a role model for everything pure and innocent. Eren knew his best friend was far from that, but getting a tattoo? That was something he never saw coming.

He turned to Levi, expecting some kind of confirmation. Levi just smirked, tapping the end of his pen against the notebook. „Yeah,” he said, tilting his head toward Armin. „Blondie’s finally growing some balls.”

Eren’s eyebrows shot up. „Shit, and you didn’t tell me anything?” He turned to Armin, surprised, before making his way over to Levi. Without hesitation, he leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to Levi’s lips—a brief hello that Levi accepted without complaint, though Eren caught the subtle way Levi’s fingers twitched, like he was resisting the urge to grab him.

Armin sighed, already expecting Eren’s reaction. „I wanted to make this decision for myself,” he explained, resting his arms on his knees. „I knew if I told you I was thinking about getting a tattoo, you wouldn’t have shut up about it. You’d throw a million ideas at me, push me to go for it before I was even sure.” He gave Eren a knowing look. „I needed to take my time with the design and make sure I really wanted it.”

Eren opened his mouth, then shut it. Okay… yeah, that was fair. He could absolutely see himself doing that. „Alright, I get it,” he admitted.

Curious, he turned to Levi. „So? What’s the design?”

Levi didn’t even look at him. Instead, he flicked his gaze to Armin, his posture unreadable. „That’s up to him to share,” he said simply.

Eren scoffed. Of course. Levi was treating this like any other professional job.

Eren’s eyes snapped back to his best friend. „Come on, tell me!”

Armin just grinned mischievously. „Not yet. You can see it when it’s done.”

Eren pulled a face. „That’s unfair.”

Armin chuckled, leaning back against the couch. „I want to see Levi’s sketch for the design before I tell you.”

Eren narrowed his eyes. „You’re a tease.”

Armin smirked. „You have no idea.”

Levi, who had been listening quietly, lifted an eyebrow at that before turning his gaze to Eren. „You’re one to talk,” he muttered—then smacked Eren’s ass as he stood up.

Eren jolted, a breath catching in his throat as heat shot straight through him. He turned sharply to Levi, who looked completely unbothered, already flipping open his notebook like nothing had happened.

Armin just laughed, shaking his head. „You two never change.”

Eren shot him a smug grin. „Damn right.”

Levi, already focused on his notes, didn’t even look up. „Brat, if you’re done gossiping, I’ll be in the back.”

Eren sent him a smile, still amused. „So, when’s your appointment, Armin?”

Armin stretched his arms over his head. „In a few weeks. Gives Levi time to finalize the design.”

Eren hummed, still itching to know what it was, but he knew better than to push—at least for now. Instead, he slid onto the couch next to Armin.

„I was out for coffee with Jean before I came here. If I’d known you were free, you could’ve joined us.”

„Ah, but I wasn’t free,“ Armin said. „I was at work until an hour ago. Had to make sure Erwin was all ready for his case, and then I came here.“

Eren smirked. „Getting Erwin ready, huh?“ he teased before switching topics. „By the way, Annie asked about you.“ His grin turned sly. „She seems to like you.“

Armin didn’t blush, just looked mildly flattered. „I guess I should come by next time. From what I heard, your weekend was… interesting.“

Eren huffed. „You can say that. Who already told you?“

„Levi,“ Armin answered simply.

Eren frowned. „Since when are you and Levi this close?“

Armin shot him a dry look. „We aren’t close,“ he said matter-of-factly. „It just so happens that you’re my best friend, he’s your boyfriend, and he’s a talented tattoo artist—so I came here for a tattoo. I asked about your weekend, and he told me. I should know if things like that happen—I am your lawyer, after all.“

He crossed his arms, then added, „And just to complete the circle, my boss is Levi’s friend and lawyer, so I’m supposed to know about anything even slightly shady going on.“

Eren narrowed his eyes. „You just live for the gossip.“

Armin shrugged, completely unapologetic. „And I live for the gossip,“ he admitted.

Eren chuckled, shaking his head. „I’ve got some gossip for you. If you ever catch Jean flirting with a woman—especially Mikasa—do me a favor and slap him upside the head. Remind him to focus on his boyfriend instead.”

Armin’s interest piqued immediately. He leaned in slightly. „What’s going on with him and Marco?”

Eren smirked. „Not my story to tell.” It was a petty bit of payback for Armin refusing to share his tattoo design earlier.

Armin narrowed his eyes, immediately catching on. „You’re a manipulative ass when you want to be.”

„Am I?” Eren raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence.

Armin just rolled his eyes.

„Fine,” Eren relented, leaning back against the couch. „Marco’s pissed because Jean flirts too much. And honestly? He overstepped during the fights and after. He was practically drooling over Mikasa without even realizing—right in front of Marco. It wasn’t subtle, either. Everyone saw it.”

Armin hummed thoughtfully, processing the information. „That’s the thing about relationships,” he said, slipping into his usual composed, analytical tone. „If you’re monogamous, then boundaries need to be both clear and respected. If there’s flexibility, it has to be openly communicated and agreed upon. Otherwise, you end up with one person feeling betrayed and the other claiming they ‘didn’t mean it that way.’”

Eren snorted. „You sound like you’re writing a legal contract.”

Armin gave a small, amused shrug. „Relationships are, in a way, contracts. Verbal ones, at least. And when the terms aren’t clear, that’s when shit like this happens.”

Eren leaned back, his gaze thoughtful. „Well, I’m clear on everything in my relationship with Levi,“ he said, his tone firm and confident.

Armin raised an eyebrow, leaning back a little as if sizing up the statement. „Are you now? Must be nice to have everything figured out.“

Eren shrugged casually, a small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. „Yeah, it is.“

Armin, who had been leaning back, suddenly tilted his head with a teasing glint in his eye. „So, have you asked him to marry you yet?“

Eren’s eyes widened in shock, and he quickly turned around, scanning the room to see if anyone had overheard. His heart raced for a second, but the shop was quiet, and even Isabel was nowhere in sight. That was a miracle in itself. Eren had always been open with his friends about his feelings for Levi, even hinting at the idea of marriage to Levi himself, but he’d never actually asked Levi straight out. He didn’t want to risk ruining the moment by having Armin blurt it out before he was ready.

„No,“ Eren replied, his voice lower than usual, almost like he was still checking the room for any unwanted ears. „But Levi wants to start looking for houses.“

Armin raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. „Houses, huh? That’s… big.“

Eren nodded, feeling a sense of certainty in his chest. „Yeah, it’s something we’ve been talking about lately. I know I want to marry him, no doubt about it. It’s just… I haven’t figured out the right time to ask. I don’t want to rush it or mess it up.“

Armin studied him for a moment, then offered a calm, reassuring smile. „Don’t rush it, Eren. When the time is right, you’ll know. Just… don’t feel pressured to do it before you’re both ready.“

Eren gave a small, thoughtful nod. He knew Armin was right. He was sure about marrying Levi, but he didn’t want to force something that wasn’t the right moment for them. Levi was straightforward in many ways, but when it came to something as important as this, he tended to let Eren lead. The idea of popping the question felt huge, and he didn’t want to ruin it.

Eren had been the first one to make a move on Levi—asking for a date, talking about their relationship, about being boyfriends, confessing his love. He knew Levi wouldn’t ask for his hand, even if he wanted to. Levi would wait for Eren to make that next step, but that was okay.

Eren let out a sigh, his hands rubbing his face in frustration. „I want it to be special — something that reflects who we are. I can’t just grab a ring and go down on my knees.“

Armin, being the evil little tease that he was, chuckled darkly. „Oh, but that’s what you love most, right? Going down on your knees for Levi,“ he teased, giving Eren a sly grin, hinting at more than just a proposal.

Eren froze, his eyes widening in disbelief. „Armin!“ he snapped.

Isabel emerged from the back room, her vibrant pink hair cascading in waves, streaked with neon green that matched the bold cyber-gothic elements of her outfit—black latex and sharp accessories. She looked like she’d just stepped out of a futuristic movie. „Hey, Eren. What are you boys talking about?” she asked, her voice cheerful, with an undertone of curiosity as she approached the counter.

Armin gave her a neutral but friendly smile, masking any trace of the conversation that had just happened. He was all business now. „Just my tattoo appointment,” he said, his expression unreadable.

Isabel’s eyes lit up as she smiled back. „Ah, I can’t wait to see what Levi puts on paper for you,” she remarked, enthusiasm dancing in her eyes. Then she grabbed her tablet and started tapping through her schedule, checking the appointments for the next day.

Eren narrowed his eyes at Armin. „I’m never playing poker with you again,” he muttered, shaking his head. Armin had somehow managed to keep a straight face the second Isabel walked in, not letting slip anything about their earlier conversation on relationships, marriage, or the teasing—even though Eren knew Armin was probably dying to. Eren couldn’t help but admire the skill, but damn, it was frustrating.

Armin stood up, stretching his arms. „Alright, time for me to go. I’ve got an appointment waiting,” he said, adjusting his jacket.

Just as he turned to leave, Levi stepped out from the back room, his sharp eyes scanning the front before landing on Eren.

Eren gave Armin a quick nod. „We gotta catch up again soon.”

Armin hummed in agreement before heading for the door, leaving Eren to turn his full attention to Levi.

Without hesitation, Eren closed the distance between them, his hands settling firmly on Levi’s waist before sliding around his back, pulling him in. He pressed their bodies together, relishing the solid warmth of him. Without a word, he buried his face in Levi’s hair, inhaling the familiar, grounding scent—clean, crisp, something uniquely Levi that always made Eren feel at home.

His lips found Levi’s temple, lingering there for a moment as he pressed a slow, deliberate kiss against his skin. It wasn’t rushed or casual—it was a silent declaration, a reminder of just how much Eren adored him. His fingers curled slightly against the fabric of Levi’s shirt, unwilling to let go just yet.

Eren held Levi close, his grip firm yet gentle, as if anchoring himself in the moment. His thoughts were still spinning from earlier—the talk with Jean, then Armin bringing up marriage. But now, standing here, pressed against Levi, this was what really mattered. Them. The fact that Levi was his.

A deep warmth spread through Eren’s chest, overflowing into action as he trailed soft kisses along Levi’s neck, slow and affectionate. He sighed against his skin, his hold tightening just slightly.

Levi didn’t pull away, but after a few moments, he shifted enough to give Eren a questioning look. „Alright, what’s with you today?” he asked, suspicion laced in his voice. „You’re acting like a damn golden retriever.”

Eren huffed a quiet laugh against Levi’s skin but didn’t stop his kisses. „Just love you,” he murmured before pressing another against the curve of Levi’s jaw. „That a problem?”

Levi rolled his eyes, but the way his fingers curled into Eren’s shirt said otherwise.

Eren grinned and pulled back just enough to meet Levi’s gaze. „How about I help you close up the shop, we head home, take a shower together—” his voice dipped lower, turning unmistakably suggestive, „—and then I’ll cook us dinner?”

Levi’s eyes flicked over Eren’s face, unimpressed but clearly considering the offer. „That depends,” he muttered. „Are we actually gonna shower, or is that just code for something else?”

Eren smirked. „Can’t it be both?”

X

Steam filled the shower, thick and heavy, wrapping around them like a second skin. Their ragged breaths mixed with the hiss of water cascading down their bodies, heat curling between them. Hands roamed, fingers digging into damp skin, nails scraping lightly—Eren’s against Levi’s back, leaving faint, stinging trails in their wake.

Water and shampoo made everything slick, bodies sliding together with ease. Levi’s hardness pressed against Eren’s thigh, hot and insistent, the weight of it heavy in his palm.

Eren let out a breathless moan, his lips parting as he murmured, „Levi…”—not just a sound, a plea, thick with need.

Before Levi could respond, Eren closed the distance, capturing his lips in a desperate, open-mouthed kiss. It was messy—wet with water and hunger, tongues tangling, breath hitching, drowning in the feeling of Levi, of this, of them.

Levi’s hand slid down, fingers wrapping around Eren’s length, stroking him with firm, practiced movements. His other hand gripped Eren’s ass, pulling him in closer, pressing their bodies flush against each other.

Eren groaned into Levi’s mouth, his hips instinctively rocking forward, chasing the friction, the heat of Levi’s touch. Water streamed down their bodies, mixing with the slickness of sweat, making everything glide together seamlessly.

The tension built fast, spiraling higher with every stroke, every desperate grind of their bodies. Their breaths turned ragged, kisses turning sloppy as pleasure coiled tight, ready to snap.

Eren buried his face against Levi’s neck, gasping his name, fingers digging into Levi’s back as he finally let go, pleasure crashing over him like a tidal wave. Levi followed a heartbeat later, gripping Eren even tighter as he came, their bodies shuddering against each other under the steady stream of water.

The only sounds left were their heavy breaths, the patter of water, and the lingering hum of satisfaction between them.

_

After the shower, Eren moved to the kitchen, ready to prepare something healthy and satisfying. His brown hair was still damp from the water, and he wore nothing but loose sweat shorts that hung around his hips, paired with a black tank top that complimented his strong build.

Levi licked his lips, his eyes narrowing slightly, a look that didn’t go unnoticed by Eren, who smiled to himself in response.

„Need help?“ Levi asked casually, watching Eren open the fridge.

Eren shook his head, a playful glint in his eyes. „Nah, I got it.“ His gaze locked on Levi for a moment, reflecting the feel of Levi’s hands on his body just moments ago. Damn. Just thinking about it made him feel hot again.

„How about you put on some music and set the table?“ Eren suggested, a smirk tugging at his lips. „Tell me how your day was.“

Levi simply nodded. „Day was fine,“ he replied, moving to bring music to life in their living room. The unmistakable beat of Metallica filled the air.

Eren smiled as he turned back to the stove, focusing on the meal. He opted for a mix of green vegetables, making the green asparagus the star of the dish, adding broccoli and peas for extra texture and color.

„Why don’t you tell me how your meeting with the Rolling Thunder went?“ Levi asked casually, reaching for a cabinet to grab the dishes.

Eren glanced over his shoulder at Levi, grinning as he started blanching the green asparagus in hot water for a couple of minutes until it was crisp-tender, then quickly placing it into an ice bath to maintain ist vibrant color. Meanwhile, he steamed the broccoli until it was just tender, but still crunchy.

„The meeting went great,“ Eren replied with a smile. „It’s not just pictures this time. They want to do an article about young mechanics, and apparently, I fit right in.“

Levi looked intrigued, glancing over at him. „An article? What about exactly?“

„Just about a few guys like me who started a career as mechanics,“ Eren explained, recalling what Rico had told him. „They want to cover the change in the industry, the lifestyle, the faces behind the tools and the bikes…“

„Sounds good,“ Levi said, nodding as he set the dishes down.

Eren added the peas to a pan, sautéing them in a little olive oil and garlic to warm them through and bring out their natural sweetness.

„The payment’s good too,“ Eren grinned over his shoulder. „Five thousand.“ He stuck out his tongue in a playful way, the light catching on his tongue piercing for a brief second before he turned back to focus on the cooking.

Levi came up beside him, his eyes scanning Eren’s face. „Five grand’s a lot. What do they want you to do—pose naked?“ he joked, but his voice carried an underlying tone—dark, possessive even, though Levi wasn’t usually the overly jealous type.

Eren chuckled, shaking his head. „No, but they want me on the front. It’s not like the calendar shoots, but they still want the pictures looking sexy, though.“

Levi hummed, his hand sliding over Eren’s backside, just above his waistband. His fingers traced the small line of bare skin showing, making Eren shiver. „Can’t wait to see them,“ Levi murmured, his voice low.

Eren laughed softly. „First, I have to do the shoot.“

Once all the vegetables were ready, Eren combined them in a large bowl, gently tossing them together. He finished the dish with a light drizzle of olive oil, a squeeze of fresh lemon juice, and a sprinkle of sea salt and cracked black pepper.

„When’s the shoot?“ Levi asked as he moved to the counter, grabbing a couple of glasses. „We should plan our tour with the bikes. I need to schedule the appointments at the shop, and you need days off from Mike.“

„Right,“ Eren agreed. „I still have to finish the last details on the Harley, but it’s good to go soon.“

Next, Eren prepared the salmon. He seasoned the fillets with a touch of olive oil, garlic, lemon zest, and a pinch of salt and pepper. He grilled the salmon to perfection—crispy on the outside and tender and flaky on the inside. The bright, rich flavor of the salmon paired perfectly with the fresh vegetables.

On the side, Eren cooked a serving of brown rice, fluffy and nutty, with just a touch of salt.

Eren plated everything with care, arranging the grilled salmon, green vegetables, and brown rice neatly on the plate. The meal was simple, yet packed with flavor and nutrients—healthy, filling, and perfect for a post-shower meal.

„Dinner’s ready,“ Eren called out, setting the plates down on the table. The combination of the rich salmon, earthy asparagus, tender broccoli, sweet peas, and hearty rice was exactly what he’d envisioned for a satisfying meal.

They sat down to eat, the table filled with the aroma of the fresh meal Eren had prepared. Levi gave Eren an approving nod, a small but genuine smile tugging at his lips. „This is really good,“ Levi said, his voice deep with appreciation.

Eren blushed slightly, a grin spreading across his face. „Glad you like it,“ he said, feeling the warmth in his chest. There was something so satisfying about making a meal for Levi—something about it felt intimate, a small way to show how much he cared.

Levi took another bite, chewing thoughtfully before setting his fork down. „I told Kenny I’m in for the next fight,“ Levi said casually, looking up at Eren with a glint in his eyes. „I think it’s going down in two weeks, so I’ll need to put in a few days of recovery before we hit the road or something.“

Eren narrowed his eyes, concern flickering across his face. „You sure you still want to get in the ring? There wasn’t any real trouble,“ Eren asked, his voice holding a hint of caution.

Levi shook his head, his expression hardening for a moment. „Not right now, but yeah. It doesn’t hurt to remind people that they don’t mess with me—or with what’s mine,“ he said, his gaze sharp. He gave Eren a pointed look, one that made Eren’s pulse spike with excitement, an electric thrill running through his veins at the unspoken meaning behind Levi’s words.

Eren’s breath caught, the weight of Levi’s intensity sinking in. „You think that’ll make people back off?“ he asked, his voice lower than usual.

Levi’s lips curled into a small, confident smirk. „It always does,“ he replied, his eyes locking onto Eren’s with that dangerous, yet possessive spark.

Eren shifted in his seat, feeling the tension between them. There was something about the way Levi spoke, the quiet power in his words, that stirred something deep inside him. He wasn’t just talking about the ring. Eren could feel it—Levi was staking his claim, making it clear that he wasn’t afraid to protect what he cared about. And that, in turn, made Eren feel like he was the one being protected, even as he sat there across from Levi, grinning like a fool.

„Alright, I get it,“ Eren said, his voice thick with emotion he couldn’t quite place. „Just… be careful, okay?“

Levi’s smirk softened into something more genuine, his eyes holding a warmth that only Eren got to see. „I always am,“ Levi replied. „But it’s not just about that. We can use the money,“ he said, his gaze shifting away from his meal, as if contemplating something beyond the moment.

Eren swallowed a bite of his food, eyeing Levi with a slight frown. „I just told you I’ll make five grand from the shoot,“ Eren replied, his brow furrowing. „And we both have an income now, I don’t spend money on school anymore.“ He said it earnestly, trying to reassure Levi. „Why do you keep thinking about money?“

Levi leaned back in his chair, looking at Eren through half-lidded eyes. „Want to stock up the savings,“ he said simply. Then, with a sly grin, he leaned forward and asked, „Forget about buying a house?“

Eren’s heart skipped at the mention of a house. The idea of them living together, building a life in a space they could call their own, made his chest tighten with excitement. A grin spread across his face as he responded quickly, „No, sure, I haven’t forgotten.“ His voice carried warmth, an undercurrent of excitement as he pictured the possibilities—Levi and him in a home of their own. The thought felt right, and his pulse quickened.

Levi raised an eyebrow, studying Eren’s reaction closely. After a beat, he added with a grin, „See. Maybe I’ll even put in a few more fights. More money.“

Eren blinked, his thoughts snapping back to the present. A slight twinge of concern crept into his chest at the mention of Levi fighting again, but the earlier excitement about a house made the worry fade for a moment. „More fights?“ he repeated, his voice sounding slightly strained. He leaned in a little, his gaze searching Levi’s face. „You sure that’s the best way to go about it?“

Levi shrugged, his expression casual. „It helps.“

Eren let out a frustrated huff, his nerves rising. „But when I wanted to fight for the money for my courses, you weren’t happy. And now you want to do the same?“

Levi breathed through his nose, his voice steady. „It’s not the same.“

Eren frowned, putting his fork aside, feeling a rush of tension building. „It’s exactly the same,“ he said, his voice firm, as his emotions surged. „You said it was too risky.“

„You did it anyway,“ Levi countered, holding his ground.

Eren snorted. „Yes, I did. But I will not let you go into the cage for multiple fights just to make money to buy a house—“

„Eren!“

„- not without going in myself!“ Eren finished stubbornly, his chin raised in defiance.

For a moment, they locked eyes, their gazes intense. Levi’s grey eyes pierced into Eren’s green, unflinching. Neither of them spoke, the tension hanging in the air between them.

Instead of escalating into a harsh argument, Levi’s eyes softened, and his expression took on an intensity that was almost tender. „We’ve got our careers, Eren,“ Levi said, his voice now softer but filled with determination. „I’m just looking ahead. Building our future.“

Eren’s breath hitched. „You’re thinking long-term, huh?“ His voice was barely above a whisper, awe creeping into his tone. Levi’s words were sinking deep, and hearing them after he had just talked with Armin about marriage today made his heart race with a mixture of admiration and something deeper.

Levi’s lips curled into a knowing smile, his gaze never leaving Eren’s. „That’s the plan, isn’t it?“ he said simply, his voice rich with purpose. He reached across the table to squeeze Eren’s hand gently, his touch grounding Eren in the shared connection between them.

Eren squeezed back, his heart full of excitement and love for Levi. The thought of their future together - the house, the career, the life they would build – was worth fighting for.

X

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No Regrets 2
Chapter 10 - Eren’s Harley

Eren stood there, staring at his Harley with a grin that wouldn’t fade. It was finally done. Two years of late nights, early mornings, and weekends spent in the workshop had all led to this moment. A wave of pride washed over him. With his own hands, he had turned this machine into something more than just a motorcycle—it was an expression of his soul, his rebellion, his hard-earned journey into motorcycle craftsmanship.

The custom Harley Davidson Sportster before him was a true masterpiece and looked as though it had been forged from fire. The design was a perfect blend of strength and toughness, every detail crafted to embody the power and defiance Eren had always admired in the motorcycles he worked on at Mike’s shop. The bike was sturdy and muscular, yet it had a raw elegance, as if it had fought ist way through the toughest roads and come out stronger.

Just the color scheme alone was a statement. Eren had chosen a dark, weathered palette, a mix of deep blacks, dark greens, and browns, giving the bike a battle-worn and rugged look. The matte finish, with ist subtle sheen, enhanced this effect, creating the illusion that the machine had weathered everything from dust storms to downpours, yet still stood tall, ready for more. The matte surface wasn’t perfect—it had almost an organic texture, with a slight roughness that made it appear as though the paint had aged over time and use. The dark tones merged seamlessly with the bike’s raw, industrial vibe.

But it wasn’t just the color. The subtle bronze accents—sharp, yet understated—gave it an edge of intensity and aggression. A hint of bronze ran along the edges of the fuel tank, blending with the curves, adding visual intrigue without overpowering the overall design. The bronze pinstripes were carefully applied with precision, cutting through the black and green like veins of fire, a nod to the bike’s fierce and untamable nature. Eren had hand-painting these delicate details, making sure every line was perfect, every stripe just right. It was something he knew would make the bike stand out from everything else in the shop.

The painting process itself had been a learning experience. Eren was determined to do it himself, armed with the skills he’d honed through his MMI training, but it was Eld’s patient guidance that truly brought the design to life. The painting room at Mike’s workshop had become their sanctuary. It was a special space, separated from the main work area and kept meticulously clean for just these kinds of projects. The room had a faint smell of paint thinner, mixed with the hum of the ventilation fan and the soft click of spray guns at work. They had spent countless hours in that room, with Eren carefully layering paint, testing techniques, and watching Eld’s every move.

The finish was exactly what Eren had always dreamed of: semi-gloss, a perfect balance between shine and matte, with just the right amount of sheen to catch the light without making the bike look too polished. It gave the entire bike a distressed elegance, as though it had been ridden through years of harsh conditions, but still stood proud and powerful, a survivor. There was a slight distressed effect on some parts of the bike, especially around the edges of the tank and fenders, where the paint had a rough texture. This wasn’t a flaw—it was intentional, a visual clue to the bike’s history and strength. The worn look made it seem as though the bike had lived many lives before, each layer of paint telling a different chapter of ist story.

When it came to the wheels and tires, Eren went for bold. The tires were thick and aggressive, built for commanding road presence. They weren’t just for show—they were practical too. He had chosen tires with deep treads, designed for grip and performance, and paired them with rugged, reinforced rims that looked like they could take a beating. The wheels had a matte black finish, adding to the bike’s industrial aesthetic, while the tires, thick and powerful, seemed ready to tackle any challenge ahead.

The handlebars were one of Eren’s favorite features: high, black, and bold. They had a commanding stance, designed to give the rider a respectful position, as if the bike itself demanded respect. The matte black bars were perfect for leaning into tight turns, and they paired beautifully with the rest of the bike’s design. The angle was just right for a comfortable yet powerful riding position, reinforcing the bike’s aggressive, no-nonsense vibe.

The exhaust system was another standout feature—custom-built, with a raw metallic finish that gleamed in the light. Eren had gone with a low-slung exhaust, which curved beautifully beneath the frame, giving the bike an even more aggressive look. The sound it made when the engine roared to life was raw and deep, the rumble vibrating through the shop and sending chills down Eren’s spine. Every rev felt like a promise of power, a call to the open road. It was a sound that would make heads turn—loud, powerful, and unapologetically bold.

The frame and suspension added to the bike’s industrial feel, with visible welds and reinforced, minimalistic plating. Every inch of the frame felt solid, built to last. The welds were clean but visible, a nod to the craftsmanship involved in putting the bike together. The frame wasn’t just for show—it was built to endure, designed to withstand the forces of the road and the wear of time.

Lastly, the lighting—dark, tinted headlights and taillights—gave the bike a stealthy, almost menacing appearance, perfect for night rides when you wanted to be seen but not entirely noticed. The soft, amber glow of the headlight looked sinister against the dark palette, and the taillights blended seamlessly into the rear of the bike, almost invisible until they lit up.

As Eren looked at the completed bike, he couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of accomplishment. This Harley wasn’t just a machine—it was a representation of everything he had learned and worked for. Every detail, every layer of paint, every part that had been welded and bolted together, was a reflection of his passion, his hard work, and his growth as a builder. It wasn’t perfect in the way most people might see it, but to Eren, it was flawless. The bike had been through so much—just like him—and now it stood ready for whatever the road had in store.

It wasn’t just a bike. It was his bike. And it was everything he had ever dreamed of.

Eren grinned at his bike, his green eyes flicking over every curve, every custom detail. His heart was still racing with pride, but as his gaze lingered on the seat, another thought crept into his mind. His smirk widened, a little too mischievous.

„Fuck, it’s gonna be so hot when Levi fucks me on it.”

A heavy silence fell over the workshop.

Mike groaned and dragged a hand down his face, already regretting every decision that had led to him being present for this moment. Eld rolled his eyes so hard it looked like it physically hurt him, while Gunther let out a long, suffering sigh.

„Not this again, Eren,” Mike muttered, rubbing his temples like he could ward off the headache Eren had just given him.

„Way to ruin a memorable moment,” Eld added dryly, crossing his arms as he shot Eren a look of pure exasperation.

„That’s the first thing you come up with after finally finishing this thing?” Gunther asked, staring at Eren like he was an actual lost cause.

Eren didn’t even blink, his grin refusing to waver. His coworkers’ reactions only made it funnier. Dressed in his work clothes, still covered in faint streaks of paint from finishing the details earlier, his tight shirt clinging to his frame, he looked completely unfazed.

„What?” Eren mocked, tilting his head in fake innocence. „I’m just saying, it’s built strong enough. Should be tested properly, don’t you think?”

Mike groaned louder. „You’re gonna get brake fluid in places it definitely shouldn’t be.”

Eld turned to him, deadpan. „That’s your main concern?”

Gunther shook his head. „Forget the brake fluid—imagine the cleanup. You know he won’t just leave it and move on.”

Eren waggled his eyebrows. „Damn right. Memories need to be preserved.”

Gunther groaned. „I hate you.”

Eren laughed, leaning against the workbench as he admired his coworkers’ reactions almost as much as the bike itself. They were used to him by now, but that didn’t mean they had to like it.

Mike, finally regaining his will to live, let out a deep breath. „Alright, we’re done here. Someone get a hose and spray him down.”

Eld smirked. „Hose won’t do much. We need bleach.”

Eren chuckled. „Oh, come on. Like none of you have ever thought about—”

„No.”

A collective, immediate response.

Eren threw his hands up, laughing harder. „Cowards.”

Mike pointed a wrench at him. „You take that bike out of here before you ruin it with more of your goddamn thoughts.”

Eren pulled out his phone, still grinning as he leaned against the workbench, fingers moving quickly as he called Levi. His bike gleamed under the workshop lights beside him, and the moment felt too big not to share.

It rang a few times before Levi finally picked up, his voice slightly rough—still at work. „Hey, Eren.”

Eren’s grin widened as he turned slightly, making sure his voice carried just a little louder than necessary—just to get a reaction from his coworkers. „Hey, babe! Guess what? My Harley is officially ready for a grand celebration! And by celebration, I obviously mean I bend over the saddle while you fuck me from behind.”

Levi snorted just as Mike, without even looking up, tossed a towel at Eren. „No one wants to hear about your sex life, Jaeger.“

Gunther groaned. „Can we go one day without hearing about your fantasies with Levi?“

Eld sighed but smirked. „You could at least pretend you think about something other than sex sometimes.”

Levi’s voice came back through the line, a mix of curiosity and exasperation. „What the hell is going on over there?“

Eren yanked the towel off his head, still laughing. „Oh, don’t worry. They’re just mad they don’t have a hot, angry boyfriend to break in their bikes with.”

Levi’s amused exhale came through the speaker. „Angry?”

Eren’s grin didn’t falter. „Yeah. You know… in the sexy way.”

There was a brief pause before Levi let out a dry chuckle. „You’re an idiot.”

Eren hummed. „Your idiot.”

Levi made a soft noise like he was trying not to sound fond, but Eren caught it anyway. „Keep talking, and you’re not even getting on that damn thing.”

Eren chuckled, drumming his fingers against the workbench. „You’d never deprive me of my baby like that.”

Another snort. „Yeah, yeah. So, bike’s finished?” Levi’s voice softened just slightly, enough for Eren to notice. „I’m proud of you, Eren.”

Eren’s breath caught for half a second before his grin turned more genuine. „Yeah?”

„Yeah,” Levi said simply, and that one word carried more weight than anything else.

Eren swallowed, his throat a little tight in the best way. „Thanks, Levi.”

Mike shook his head, smirking. „I swear, if you start making heart eyes at your phone, I’m kicking you out.”

Eren laughed, turning back to Levi. „Sounds like I’m getting kicked out for interrupting their testosterone-fueled bonding with actual emotions. I’ll see you later?”

Levi chuckled. „Yeah. See you.” Then, after a brief pause, he added, „I guess I don’t have to pick you up?”

Eren’s grin widened. „Hell no, I’m driving my baby home.”

Levi hummed in amusement. „Try not to crash it before you even make it back.”

Eren scoffed. „Wow. So much faith in me.”

Levi teased. „Just get home in one piece, idiot.”

Eren hung up, still grinning he lowered his phone from his ear.

Since his phone was already in his hand, he opened the camera and angled it toward his Harley, the shop lights catching just right on the matte finish and bronze accents. He snapped a few shots—one from the side, one close-up of the handlebars, another of the fuel tank where the pinstriping stood out like veins of fire.

Satisfied, he quickly flipped to his messages and fired them off.

To Armin & Jean:
*Just look at her*

Jean was the first to respond.
*Wow. …Her?*

Eren smirked as he typed back.
*Yes. The only woman in my life I love.*

Jean’s typing bubble appeared, paused, then disappeared before he finally sent,
*That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever read.*

Armin’s reply came in right after.
*She looks amazing, Eren. You did a great job.*

Eren grinned, satisfied, before sending another picture to Levi.

To Levi:
*Look at my masterpiece! Bet she’d look even better with you on the back.*

A few seconds later, Levi’s response popped up.
*Not happening.*

Eren chuckled, thumbs already moving.

To Levi:
*You say that now, but wait till you see me on it. Might change your mind.*

Levi didn’t respond immediately, but Eren knew that meant he was probably rolling his eyes in that fond but pretending he’s annoyed way.

Mike, who had been watching out of the corner of his eye, finally sighed and muttered, „You done flirting with your bike and your boyfriend, or are you gonna spend all evening sexting next to the damn thing?”

Eren grinned without looking up. „First of all, rude. Second of all, you wish you had this kind of love in your life.”

_

Eren wiped down his workbench, the rhythmic motion of the cloth against the surface giving him a moment to wind down from the day. The scent of oil and metal lingered in the air, mixing with the faint traces of paint and cleaner as his coworkers finished tidying up their own spaces. The workshop was quieter now, just the occasional clatter of tools being put away and the low hum of conversation.

As he tossed the rag aside, he pulled out his phone for a final check before heading out. A new message from Levi lit up the screen.

Levi:
*I’ll bring Chinese on the way home. And later, I’m taking you out for a drink.*

Eren’s lips curled into a grin. This was Levi’s way of celebrating—nothing over the top, just something simple, direct. But Eren knew the thought behind it. Taking him out for a drink wasn’t just casual; it was Levi acknowledging the work he’d put into the Harley, a quiet I’m proud of you without needing to say it outright.

He shot back a quick thumbs-up emoji, knowing Levi would roll his eyes at his lack of words but understand the meaning behind it.

Before he could tuck his phone away, another notification popped up—Jean.

Jean:
*You still on for the double date?*

Right. Eren had to ask Levi about that. He typed back quickly.

Eren:
*Sure. Then, after a moment, he added, You and Marco good?*

He hadn’t forgotten about the conversation they’d had over coffee a few days ago— the way Jean had been torn between frustration and wanting to fix things.

Jean’s response came faster than Eren expected.

Jean:
*We talked. It’s okay…*

Eren frowned slightly. That didn’t sound all that convincing. If he had to guess, there were still things left unsaid, things that needed working through. But since Jean was still up for the double date, they were at least trying to figure it out.

Eren:
*That’s good. If you need to talk more, we can grab coffee again.*

Jean’s typing bubble appeared, disappeared, then came back.

Jean:
*Yeah. Maybe. Thanks, man.*

Eren exhaled through his nose, tucking his phone back in his pocket. Jean would talk when he was ready.

Just as he was about to stand, another notification popped up—an email.

Rico:
*Got your confirmation for the photoshoot. See you then.*

Good. Another thing checked off.

Satisfied, Eren finally stretched, rolling out his shoulders before reaching for his jacket. The worn leather was cool against his fingertips as he pulled it on, the familiar weight settling around him. The scent of it mixed with the lingering workshop smells—gasoline, paint, the metallic bite of tools.

He grabbed his helmet from the shelf, running a hand over the smooth surface before pulling it on. The snug fit was familiar, the slight pressure grounding.

Then, at last, he turned toward his Harley, the sight of it making his chest swell with pride all over again.

With a deep breath, he swung a leg over, adjusting his grip on the handlebars before thumbing the ignition.

The engine rumbled to life beneath him, sending a thrill up his spine.

Yeah. Time to drive home.

X

As soon as Eren pulled out of the shop’s lot and onto the main road, the city stretched out before him—alive, buzzing, pulsing with movement. The low growl of his Harley beneath him was a constant, steady vibration, a powerful hum that settled deep in his chest. With his hands firm on the handlebars and the wind pushing against him, he felt like he was part of something bigger, as if the road itself was pulling him forward.

The evening sky was shifting, soft shades of orange and violet bleeding together as the last traces of daylight clung to the horizon. The streetlights flickered on one by one, casting a golden glow against the glass windows of towering buildings. Headlights and neon signs reflected off the wet pavement from a brief afternoon drizzle, turning the streets into a blur of shimmering colors. The cool air nipped at the edges of his skin where his jacket didn’t cover, but the heat of the engine beneath him balanced it out perfectly.

This was what he had been waiting for.

He could already picture the open road ahead—the highway stretching endlessly into the distance, nothing but him, Levi, and the roar of their bikes beneath them. No traffic, no stoplights, no city noise—just speed, wind, and freedom. He craved that moment, the rush of it, the way his heartbeat would sync with the rhythm of the ride. Levi would probably act unimpressed, rolling his eyes when Eren inevitably pushed the speed limit, but Eren knew better. Knew the way Levi’s grip on the handlebars tightened when the adrenaline kicked in, the way he leaned just a little too naturally into sharp turns.

They’d ride together soon.

But even now, moving through the city, it was a different kind of freedom. Not reckless, not wild—something smoother, something that let him breathe. He rode past flickering neon signs, past couples walking along the sidewalks, past the glow of cafés and bars starting to fill with the evening crowd. The air was crisp, cool where it slipped past his collar, warmed again by the steady heat of the engine beneath him.

This was his. His bike. His moment.

His heart pounded with satisfaction, a grin tugging at the edges of his lips as he leaned into a turn. The sound of the engine echoed off the buildings, a deep, rumbling presence in the midst of the city’s chaos.

His bike was finished. His hands had built this. And now, riding through the twilight-lit streets, he felt it in his bones.

This was his freedom.

_

As Eren pulled up to the quiet side street where he and Levi lived, away from the main road’s noise, he wasn’t expecting to see anyone outside—let alone Levi.

But there he was.

Levi leaned against the wall of their building with an effortless kind of cool, his all-black, rugged gothic attire making him look like he had just stepped out of some dark, underground magazine spread. His fitted black jeans, worn-in but still sharp, hugged his lean frame, tucked into scuffed combat boots that had seen their fair share of use. The black leather jacket, slightly oversized but perfectly shaped to his shoulders, hung open over a dark shirt, the fabric clinging in a way that made Eren’s mouth dry.

His jet-black hair, slightly messy in that way that looked both natural and intentional, fell into his face, framing his sharp features. Steel-grey eyes flicked over the screen of his phone, his other hand buried in his pocket, a picture of casual confidence. But the second he heard the deep growl of the Harley’s engine, his fingers stilled. He glanced up, watching as Eren rolled to a stop right in front of him.

Levi tucked his phone away, pushing himself off the wall with the same relaxed ease, but as he moved toward Eren, something shifted. His posture was loose, but his gaze darkened, sharpening like a blade catching the light.

Eren yanked off his helmet, shaking out his messy brown hair, the strands sticking up wildly from the ride. He flashed Levi a wide, boyish grin, the lingering adrenaline from the ride making his heart pound.

„Hey,” he said, voice still a little breathless from the thrill of the road. „You waited for me?”

Levi stepped closer, his usual smooth swagger on full display, but his expression was something else entirely. His gaze dragged over Eren, slow, deliberate, before sweeping down to the bike. The way he looked at it—at Eren—sent a rush of heat straight through him.

„Hey, sexy biker.” Levi’s voice had dropped, a flirtatious rasp with an unmistakable edge. His eyes, steel grey but molten now, took in every detail of the Harley—the curves, the colors, the raw presence of it. Then they flicked back up, locking onto Eren with an intensity that made his stomach twist in the best way.

„That’s a damn hot machine,” Levi murmured, his fingers twitching like he was tempted to touch it. Then, just as casually, his eyes roamed back to Eren, and the heat in them was unmistakable.

Eren swallowed hard. The excitement from the ride was still buzzing in his veins, but now it wasn’t just from the bike.

Eren leaned against the bike for a moment longer, his grin widening as he watched Levi’s eyes linger on both him and the Harley. The heat between them was thick, charged, and Eren could feel the pull of it, the electricity that always seemed to flicker between them when Levi looked at him like that. His heartbeat quickened, but he wasn’t going to let it show just yet.

With a playful, almost teasing glint in his eye, Eren stood up from the bike, stretching slightly as he did, letting his body naturally move with the fluid grace he always carried when they were together. His fingers slid over the handlebars, his voice dropping into that playful, flirtatious tone that always seemed to make Levi’s jaw tighten.

„Hot machine, huh?” Eren said, his grin widened as he pushed himself off the bike, standing tall in front of Levi, the difference in their height more apparent as he looked down at him with an eyebrow arched in playful challenge. „I don’t know, Levi. You think I’m the hot one, or just my bike?”

His voice was playful, a mix of confidence and desire, but his eyes were something else—softened, eager, challenging Levi to match his energy. Eren leaned in just slightly, his breath warm against Levi’s ear. „‘Cause, if you’re looking for a hot ride tonight…” Eren’s fingers brushed across Levi’s chest, teasingly light, „I’m definitely the one to take you for a spin.”

He pulled back then, eyes flickering down to Levi’s lips before meeting his gaze again, giving a little smirk as he stood there, waiting for Levi’s response. He didn’t have to say it—he knew Levi could read him better than anyone else. And in that moment, with that look, he was certain Levi was more than ready to give him the ride of his life.

Levi’s growl sent a shiver through Eren, and the air between them instantly thickened with that familiar, intoxicating sexual tension. His playful grin remained, but the pulse in his veins was already racing, heart drumming louder as he felt Levi’s gaze heat him up from the inside out.

„Fucking tease,“ Levi muttered, voice thick with the promise of things unsaid. His hands, quick and deliberate, grabbed the collar of Eren’s jacket, pulling him down until their faces were inches apart. Eren exhaled slowley, his lips almost brushing Levi’s as they locked eyes. The intensity in Levi’s expression was clear—hot, dark, and filled with an undeniable hunger.

Levi’s lips curled into something between a smirk and a challenge as he continued, „I should show you something of that ‘angry boyfriend‘ vibe you were so into earlier.“ His voice was teasing, but the undertone was all Levi—playful, daring, and loaded with promise. „Maybe bend you over that bike like you desire, spank you a little before I…“

Before Levi could finish, Eren’s breath came out in a low, breathless chuckle, and his grin only grew wider. He leaned in just a little closer, his lips barely brushing Levi’s as he murmured, „Hm, that’s hot.”

The words were soft, nothing more than a breath, but they were enough. Eren felt the rush of excitement pulse between them. His fingers gently traced the edge of Levi’s jacket, their eyes locking in a silent challenge, daring the other to push further, to let the heat between them take over.

Levi didn’t flinch. Instead, he leaned in, a flicker of something dark and mischievous in his eyes, the air between them so thick it practically crackled. This was their dance—playful, intense, always teetering on the edge of something more. And neither of them had any intention of stepping back.

The moment their mouths collided, the world around them seemed to fade away. It was just the two of them, the heat of their kiss overwhelming, intense, and all-consuming. Eren could feel the tension of the last few minutes crackling in the air as their lips met with an urgency that told him exactly how much Levi was turned on.

Levi’s kiss was rough, hungry, like he was determined to show Eren just how much he wanted him. His tongue slid against Eren’s, teasing and claiming, not giving him a moment to breathe. Eren’s heart raced, his breath shallow and erratic as he let himself get lost in Levi’s kiss, feeling the heat that radiated between them. It was so consuming, every stroke of Levi’s tongue making his pulse quicken, every pull on his lower lip making his body tingle with desire.

Levi’s hands were everywhere—gripping Eren’s jacket, pulling him closer, his body pressed firmly against Eren’s. The way he kissed him—ferociously—told Eren just how badly he wanted him, how much the thought of being with him in that moment turned Levi on. The feeling was mutual, and Eren couldn’t help but respond with equal fervor, his own hands roaming over Levi’s back, feeling the heat of his skin beneath his jacket.

As the kiss deepened, Eren felt a jolt of excitement shoot through him. His body responded without hesitation, drawn in by the pull of Levi’s intensity, his need. Then Levi shifted, pressing between Eren’s legs, and a sharp, desperate moan slipped from Eren’s lips as the pressure hit just right.

Shit.

His pants suddenly felt way too tight, the friction sending a pulse of heat through his body. His grip on Levi’s leather jacket tightened instinctively, fingers curling into the worn material as he pulled Levi even closer, as if they could fuse together right there.

Levi was no less affected. Eren could feel the hardness against his thigh, the proof of Levi’s own arousal pressing into him, making the heat between them nearly unbearable. Levi exhaled a shuddered breath against Eren’s lips before capturing them again, kissing him deeper, rougher, like he was trying to consume him whole.

Eren’s head spun, the sensation of Levi’s body against his, the taste of him, the way his hands moved with purpose—it was all too much, and yet nowhere near enough.

Levi pulled back just enough to meet Eren’s gaze, his eyes dark with desire, his breath ragged. „You’re not the only one who’s turned on, you know,” Levi murmured, his voice low and husky, sending another thrill down Eren’s spine.

Eren smirked, leaning in to kiss him again, unable to stop the heat building between them.

„Yeah? You want me?“ Eren teased between kisses, his breath ragged as he pressed his leg more firmly against Levi’s erection, feeling the heat and hardness through the layers of their clothes. The way Levi responded, the way his body tensed, sent a thrill down Eren’s spine.

Levi pulled back just enough to look Eren in the eye, his own gaze dark, steady, and entirely unashamed.

„Sure I want to,” he admitted without hesitation, voice low and firm. Then he exhaled, glancing left and right down the quiet street. It wasn’t crowded, but it wasn’t exactly private either—just a few distant figures, the occasional car passing by.

„But this is not the place,” Levi added, voice still edged with desire but laced with practicality. Then, with a smirk, he added, „And food is waiting.”

Eren huffed a breathless laugh, his forehead pressing briefly against Levi’s as he tried to steady himself. His body was thrumming with need, heat coiling low in his stomach, but Levi wasn’t wrong. They were still outside, and as much as Eren would have loved to push things further, Levi was properly right.

„Food, huh?” Eren murmured, lips still ghosting over Levi’s, teasing but not quite pressing in for another kiss. His leg didn’t move right away, still pressing against Levi just enough to feel the heat of him. „That’s what’s on your mind right now?”

Levi rolled his eyes, but his grip on Eren’s jacket didn’t loosen. „Yeah, dumbass. Food. And then maybe I’ll let you do more than just tease.” His voice dropped at the last part, a subtle promise wrapped in those low, rough-edged words.

Eren exhaled sharply, stepping back slightly but not letting go completely. His fingers lingered at Levi’s waist, brushing against the edge of his belt as he smirked. „Fine. But just so you know—” his voice was light, playful, but his eyes burned with challenge, „—I’m gonna make you pay for making me wait.”

Levi scoffed, stepping back with that effortless, cocky swagger of his. „We’ll see about that.” Then, with a glance at Eren’s still-distracted expression, he smirked. „C’mon, biker boy. Let’s eat before you start humping your damn Harley like a damn dog.”

Eren groaned, throwing his head back dramatically. „You’re the worst.” But as he followed Levi inside, he couldn’t wipe the grin off his face. „You really know how to kill a mood, huh?”

Levi arched a brow, unimpressed. „Oh, trust me, the mood’s not dead.” His fingers brushed over Eren’s chest before he stepped back completely. „Just… postponed.”

Eren licked his lips, already anticipating what would come later. With a dramatic sigh, he slung an arm around Levi’s shoulders, steering him toward the entrance. „Fine. But if dinner takes too long, I’m blaming you when I lose my mind.”

Levi smirked. „Wouldn’t be the first time.”

_

Eren leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on the table as he popped the last bite of his spring roll into his mouth. He chewed thoughtfully, then swallowed before asking, „So, where do you wanna go?”

Levi barely hesitated. „It’s your choice tonight.”

„Oh, my choice?” Eren repeated, his lips curling into a playful smirk. „Honestly, I’m good with The Underground.”

Levi raised an eyebrow, his chopsticks pausing mid-air. „You sure? We don’t have to go there just because it’s my scene.”

Eren shook his head. „I’m sure. You know I like the bar.” He took a sip of his drink before adding, „Besides, I promised Kenny I’d show him the bike once it was finished.”

Levi snorted, setting his chopsticks down and leaning back in his chair. „Since when are you so close with my uncle?” he asked, his voice carrying a faint note of amusement.

Eren shrugged. „I dunno, I like the old bastard,” he admitted, even if he couldn’t quite put his finger on why. „He’s an asshole, but… he’s family, right?”

For a moment, Levi didn’t respond. His expression shifted, softening just slightly, his steel-grey eyes settling on Eren in a way that made something in Eren’s chest tighten.

It was that look—one Eren had caught glimpses of over the past two years, like Levi still couldn’t quite believe he had someone who accepted him completely. Someone who embraced all parts of his life, no matter how rough around the edges they were. Someone who even accepted and liked Kenny of all people and called him family.

Eren, completely unaware of the flutter in Levi’s chest, grinned. „Has a nice parking lot, too,” he added, his tone turning mischievous. „I have good memories there—we could always make new ones.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, the implication clear.

Levi huffed, crossing his arms. „I’m not taking you there just to fuck you in that damn parking lot.”

„Why not?” Eren pouted, tilting his head. „It was fun on your car… and in your car…” He let the memories play in his mind, the corners of his mouth twitching.

Levi, however, shook his head, his voice firm. „No.” There was no room for argument. „If I fuck you on that bike, we make it a moment to remember. Maybe on our tour. Not right in front of my uncle’s shitty bar.”

Eren blinked before breaking into a grin. „Aw, that’s sweet,” he said, his tone sincere rather than teasing. „You wanna make it a romantic moment.”

„Tch. Shut up,” Levi muttered, looking away as if that would somehow hide the slight warmth in his cheeks. „Or I won’t do it at all.”

Eren chuckled, shaking his head. „Think you can resist me, huh? We’ll see.” He reached across the table then, fingers brushing lightly against Levi’s, the touch deliberate but not forceful.

His voice dropped just slightly, turning suggestive. „But for tonight… how about we change things up? Have a drink at home?”

His meaning was obvious, the weight of the moment settling between them, slow and deliberate. Levi glanced down at their barely touching fingers before looking back up, meeting Eren’s gaze. He let the silence linger for a second longer than necessary, just enough to make Eren feel the anticipation.

Then, finally, Levi exhaled and smirked. „Yeah. Alright.”

Eren watched as Levi leaned back slightly, his fingers still idly twirling his chopsticks. Then, Levi’s lips curled just slightly, barely more than a smirk, but the shift in his expression was unmistakable. His steel-grey eyes darkened, a flicker of something devious flashing through them, and when his tongue darted out for just a second to wet his lips, Eren’s heart skipped a beat.

Levi tilted his head ever so slightly. „I’ve got a little surprise for you.”

Eren felt a rush of anticipation coil in his stomach, heat creeping up his spine. His fingers tightened slightly around Levi’s. „What surprise?” he asked, his voice coming out lower than he intended.

Levi let the moment stretch, watching him, his grip firm yet teasing. „Not now,” he finally murmured, voice smooth, deliberate.

He leaned in just enough that Eren could feel his breath, their fingers still brushing together. „Later. In the bedroom.”

A pause, calculated. „If you’re up for it.”

Eren swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. His body had already answered before his mind could catch up, heat pooling low in his stomach at the promise in Levi’s words. He licked his lips, his grin turning lopsided. „You really think I’m gonna say no to that?”

Levi exhaled a quiet chuckle, shaking his head as he picked up his drink. „Didn’t think so.”

_

After dinner and a promising kiss from Levi, Eren couldn’t get into the shower fast enough, knowing Levi preferred everything—and every inch of his skin—clean.

Over the sound of the water running down his body, Eren heard Levi putting music on in the living room. Hard bass, heavy drums, the raw grit of hard rock filled the air, vibrating through the walls. Eren felt his arousal stir between his legs, the heat already pooling low in his stomach. He liked this—the tension between them, the anticipation, the thrill of the music adding to it all. Levi always seemed to be even more turned on when gritty, heavy sounds filled the air, it made him go a little rougher. Eren liked it too. Loved it.

He ran his hands over his skin, washing away the sweat from the day, but his mind was already elsewhere. What kind of surprise was Levi planning? He hadn’t said much, just that it was waiting for him in the bedroom—if he was up for it. And fuck, Eren was always up for whatever Levi had in store.

As Eren shut off the water, steam curled around him, clinging to his warm skin. He ran a hand through his damp hair, shaking off excess droplets before reaching for a towel. Just as he started drying himself off, movement in the doorway caught his eye.

Levi stepped through the open bathroom door, a glass of whiskey in hand. The dim light from the hall cast a golden glow over his sharp features, making the ink on his arms stand out even more against his pale skin. He took a slow sip, eyes never leaving Eren’s body as he leaned casually against the doorframe.

„Here, drink,” Levi said, his tone nonchalant, but his gaze was anything but. His steel-grey eyes flickered down, following the rivulets of water tracing the lines of Eren’s smooth, tanned skin.

Eren took the glass, bringing it to his lips without question. The whiskey burned pleasantly as it slid down his throat, the velvet warmth spreading through his chest. He licked a stray drop from his lips as he lowered the glass, watching as Levi shrugged off his shirt, then tugged it over his head in one smooth motion.

Eren’s grip tightened around the glass as more of Levi’s inked skin was exposed—lean muscle, the sharp angles of his collarbone, the wild mix of tattoos that marked his arms and back. His stomach tightened at the sight.

Leaning back against the sink, Eren took another sip, his eyes dragging over Levi’s body, appreciating every scar, every inked line. The bass from the speakers in the living room pulsed through the air, the deep vibrations matching the heat simmering between them.

Levi glanced at him, amusement flickering in his expression as he unbuttoned his jeans. „You just gonna stand there and stare?”

Eren smirked, setting the glass aside. „Maybe.”

Levi stepped into the shower, his movements brisk and efficient. If Eren had to guess, he’d say Levi was just as eager as he was, his usual precision laced with something more urgent.

Eren watched through the slightly fogged-up glass, eyes tracing the water as it ran down the firm lines of Levi’s body. The droplets slid over his inked skin, catching along his collarbones before trailing down his chest, following the sharp contours of his muscles. His dark pubic hair curled slightly under the weight of the water, framing his half-hard cock as it twitched slightly in the heat.

What a fucking sight.

Eren exhaled slowly, his fingers tightening briefly against the edge of the sink. His body was already on edge, anticipation winding hot in his stomach, his own cock stirring at just the thought of what was coming next. He threw back the rest of the whiskey in one gulp, relishing the warmth that burned ist way down his throat, before setting the glass aside.

Levi shut off the water a moment later, steam curling around him as he stepped out. Before he could even reach for a towel, Eren was already there, waiting with one in hand. He unfolded it, wrapping it around Levi’s shoulders, his hands lingering as he began to dry him off with slow, deliberate movements.

The heat between them was thick now, tangible in the way their bodies brushed against each other, the way Eren’s fingers dragged just a little too slow over Levi’s arms, his chest, his waist.

Levi let him.

Eren leaned in, his lips brushing against Levi’s damp jawline, pressing soft kisses along the sharp curve. His voice was low, rough with desire.

„I can’t wait,” Eren murmured against Levi’s skin, his hands sliding lower, gripping his hips with just the right amount of pressure. „Just watching you gets me all hot.”

Levi exhaled sharply, tilting his head slightly to the side as Eren’s lips moved down to his neck. His skin was still warm from the shower, the scent of soap and whiskey lingering between them.

Levi hummed, voice dropping. „Then stop watching and do something about it.”

Eren smirked against his skin, teeth grazing just lightly over his pulse point before he dragged his tongue over the same spot. „Oh, I plan to.”

He grabbed Levi’s hand, intertwining their fingers for just a second before tugging him toward the bedroom.

As Eren pulled Levi through the hallway, the deep bass of the song pounded through the apartment, rattling through his bones, vibrating under his skin. The gritty, obscene lyrics of „Animal (Fuck Like a Beast)“ by W.A.S.P. filled the air, raw and filthy, stoking the fire burning between them.

„I’m makin’ artificial lovers for free
I start to howl, I’m in heat
I moan and growl, and the hunt drives me crazy
I fuck like a beast…“

Eren’s pulse kicked up as the words sank into his veins, his heart hammering in sync with the song. The need was electric, coiling tight in his stomach, spreading through every nerve in his body. He could feel the weight of Levi’s gaze burning into his back as they moved toward the bedroom, anticipation thick between them.

But before they could even reach the door, Levi yanked him back with a sharp tug, spinning him around until they were flush against each other—naked, skin to skin, the heat of their bodies colliding in a way that sent a shiver straight down Eren’s spine.

The music thrummed through the walls, the chorus roaring in the background—

„I come around, ‘round I come feel your love (like an animal)
Tie you down, down I come steal your love…“

Levi’s chest rose and fell against Eren’s, their breaths hot and heavy. His grip was firm where his hands pressed against Eren’s waist, his fingers digging just enough to make Eren’s stomach tighten. His steel-grey eyes, dark and hungry, flickered up to meet Eren’s, and in that instant, the tension snapped.

Their mouths crashed together in a fevered kiss, raw and desperate, tongues tangling, lips bruising as they caught up on everything left unfinished. Levi’s fingers curled into Eren’s hair, tugging slightly, while Eren grabbed onto Levi’s hips, pressing them impossibly closer. The friction sent sparks shooting through his body, and he couldn’t help the low groan that rumbled in his throat.

Levi deepened the kiss, tilting his head to the side to take even more, his teeth dragging over Eren’s lower lip before he bit down, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make Eren’s cock twitch in response.

„I do whatever I want to, to ya
I’ll nail your ass to the sheets…“

The lyrics were filthy, the pounding rhythm relentless, and fuck, it only made Eren hotter, made the blood in his veins rush even faster.

Levi pulled back just enough to smirk against his lips, his voice rough and low. „Still think the mood was gonna die?”

Eren let out a breathless chuckle, shaking his head as he ran his hands down Levi’s back, tracing the curves of his muscles, feeling the way his body tensed under his touch. „Not a fucking chance.”

Levi hummed in approval, dragging his hands lower, his nails grazing over Eren’s skin as he leaned in close, his breath ghosting over his ear. „Good,” he murmured, voice dripping with promise. „Because we’re just getting started.“

Eren’s skin burned at the words, anticipation crackling like lightning in his veins. He grinned, eyes flashing with challenge. „Then what the fuck are you waiting for?”

Levi smirked, gripping Eren’s wrist and backing him toward the bed. „On the bed,” he ordered, his voice smooth and commanding.

Levi pushed Eren back with a firm hand, and Eren grinned, sliding against the headboard. He propped himself up on his elbows, watching through half-lidded eyes as Levi took control—his movements confident, deliberate. Eren looked so good, all lean muscle, powerful thighs, and the hard, aching length of his flushed cock.

Levi’s gaze dragged over him, dark grey eyes drinking in every inch of exposed skin. The contrast of Eren’s sun-kissed tan and the thick, dark hair surrounding his erection made Levi’s breath hitch. He exhaled slowly, his voice dropping into a husky murmur.

„Damn… you’re so fucking beautiful.”

Eren swallowed, his chest rising and falling with anticipation. His turquoise-green eyes burned with hunger, his face open with raw desire. Levi could see it written all over him—unguarded, aching for more.

Holding Eren’s gaze, Levi let his hand drift to his own cock. His movements were bold, unhurried, but commanding—every action intentional, a show of power and control. He stroked himself a few times, his soft gasp barely audible over the music, but enough to make Eren twitch with anticipation.

Black ink curled over Levi’s pale skin, tattoos sprawling across his torso, down his arms, coiling over his thighs in intricate patterns. And then there was his cock—long, thick, perfect, the flushed tip glistening in the dim light.

Eren sucked in a breath, his stomach tightening at the sight alone. A quiet moan slipped past his lips before he could stop it.

Levi smirked, the hand around his erection, stroking himself lazily as he tilted his head. „You want it?” His voice was deep, teasing, knowing.

Eren’s breath came faster, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he fought back another moan. „You know I want it,” he admitted, his voice rough with need. His fingers curled into the sheets beneath him. „I want you.”

Levi’s smirk widened. „You’ll be good for me, right?”

His tone was a challenge.

Eren’s brow arched slightly, intrigued, but before he could respond, Levi stepped away from the bed, walking over to a drawer. Eren’s eyes followed him, curiosity flickering through his desire-fogged mind. He pushed himself up straighter, watching closely as Levi reached inside and pulled out something.

A pair of black leather cuffs.

A quiet, ecxited moan slipped out before Eren could stop it.

Levi turned back to him, holding them up between his fingers. The cuffs weren’t harsh, like metal handcuffs, but soft, well-worn black leather, lined with smooth velvet inside. A short silver chain connected them, and the fastening was simple—small buckles, like a belt, no key required.

Levi met Eren’s gaze, expression unreadable except for the heat burning in his sharp, silver eyes. His voice dropped, low and deliberate.

„You’ll wear these for me?” It wasn’t an order. It was a question, an offer, leaving space for Eren to say no if he didn’t want to. Levi would never force anything on him.

Eren felt excitement coil hot and tight in his stomach. His breath quickened slightly, anticipation thrumming through his veins.

„You want to tie me up with them?” His voice dipped lower, eyes flicking between the cuffs and Levi’s sharp, piercing gaze. Levi looked dangerous like this—strong, intense —but Eren knew that look. Knew it was desire, not control. Knew Levi wanted to push him, take him apart, but only if Eren let him.

„I want to take care of you,” Levi murmured, stepping closer. „Make you lose control.”

A shiver ran down Eren’s spine at the roughness of Levi’s voice.

He swallowed, trying to suppress the immediate „fuck yes” that wanted to spill from his lips. Instead, a smirk tugged at his mouth as he leaned back on his hands, legs spread slightly in invitation.

„If I wear those for you—” Eren’s grin widened, teasing. „You wear the choker for me.”

Levi chuckled, shaking his head. „You and your fucking fetish.” But there was no hesitation in his movements as he reached into the drawer again.

He pulled out the black leather choker—the one Eren liked best. The one with the small metal spikes, tight enough to sit snug against Levi’s throat without digging in too much. With practiced ease, Levi closed the buckle around his neck, adjusting it until it fit just right, his tattooed fingers brushing over the smooth leather.

Eren’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight—Levi, standing there, nude, inked skin glowing in the dim light, wearing the collar like it was made for him. His cock twitched, heat surging through him.

„Fuck,” Eren breathed, running his tongue over his lip. „You look so fucking good.”

Levi smirked. „Yeah?” He stepped closer, the cuffs dangling from his fingers.

„Then let’s see how good you look tied up for me.”

The air between them was thick with anticipation, the deep bass of the metal music still thrumming faintly through the walls, but all Eren could focus on was Levi—his dark, hungry gaze, the weight of his touch, the intoxicating feeling of surrendering himself completely.

Eren lifted his arms, offering his wrists without hesitation. His turquoise-green eyes glowed under the dim bedroom light, filled with trust, excitement, and a flicker of playful challenge.

Levi stepped forward, his movements slow, deliberate. He reached out, fingertips tracing the sharp line of Eren’s jaw before gliding down his throat, lingering over the rapid pulse beneath his skin. His hand drifted lower, over the curve of Eren’s shoulder, down the length of his arms, mapping the muscles, feeling the heat of his body.

When Levi finally took Eren’s hands in his own, he was gentle—reverent. He lifted one wrist to his lips, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the delicate skin, then did the same to the other. He held Eren’s gaze the entire time, silent but communicating everything in the depth of his dark grey eyes.

You are wanted. You are mine.

Eren took a deep breath as Levi wrapped the first cuff around his wrist, the smooth velvet lining cool against his skin. The buckle clicked into place, and Eren exhaled slowly, the first tendrils of restraint curling around his senses.

Levi ran his thumb in slow, soothing circles over Eren’s other wrist before securing the second cuff, locking the silver chain between them.

„I’m not tying you to the bed,” Levi murmured, his voice softer now, not demanding but firm. „But you keep your arms where I tell you.”

A thrill ran down Eren’s spine at the command, at the control wrapped in tenderness. His fingers flexed experimentally before he nodded, anticipation buzzing through his veins.

Levi shifted, moving onto the bed beside him, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. The faint rustle of fabric filled the air as Levi adjusted, his dark eyes never leaving Eren’s face. His hands moved over Eren’s bound arms, tracing up to his shoulders before sliding into the unruly strands of his brown hair.

The grip was firm but not forceful, fingers threading through the strands that had fallen loose from Eren’s bun. He tugged just enough to tilt Eren’s head up before closing the distance between them.

Their lips met in a deep, sensual kiss—slow, exploring, but heated with the promise of more. Their mouths parted, breath mingling, tongues brushing in a teasing, unhurried dance. Levi swallowed the quiet, needy sound Eren made, pulling him in deeper, making him melt under the weight of his touch.

„You trust me?” Levi murmured against his lips, his breath warm, his voice a low rasp that sent a shiver through Eren’s entire body.

Eren’s lips curled into a slow, knowing grin. „Yeah. Always.”

He leaned back against the bed, his arms lifting above his head without hesitation, fingers curling around the pillow. He did it without being told, without waiting for another order, his body already surrendering to Levi’s control in the most natural way.

He spread himself out beneath Levi, skin flushed, pupils blown wide with desire, and let his smirk deepen. „All yours.”

Levi’s gaze darkened at the words.

Eren tilted his head slightly, a teasing edge in his voice. „You’re gonna make me feel good, right?” His tone was rough, breathless, his legs shifting slightly beneath Levi’s weight. „Make me moan your name?”

Levi exhaled sharply through his nose, amusement flickering for only a second before something much deeper, much darker took over his expression.

He moved over Eren, slow and predatory, his body hovering just above him, chests barely brushing, heat radiating between them. Eren felt it then—Levi’s cock, heavy and hard, brushing against his stomach. The friction made him gasp quietly, his own cock twitching in response

Levi lowered his mouth to Eren’s ear, his breath hot as he whispered, „I’ll do everything for you.”

And fuck—Eren felt those words like a promise curling deep in his gut, making his heart race, his body burn with anticipation.

Levi trailed his lips down the curve of Eren’s throat, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses against the flushed skin. He could feel the rapid beat of Eren’s pulse beneath his lips, hear the soft, shaky breaths he took as Levi’s mouth moved lower.

When he reached the crook of Eren’s neck, he lingered, sucking at the sensitive spot where his shoulder met his throat. His teeth grazed the skin before biting down just enough to send a spark of heat coursing through Eren’s entire body.

Eren shivered, arching against him, his muscles tensing for a moment before melting into the sensation. His bound hands clenched above his head, fingers gripping at the pillow as his chest rose and fell in unsteady breaths. His heart pounded, every nerve alight, every inch of him tuned in to Levi’s touch.

Levi smirked against his skin, feeling the way Eren responded so effortlessly, so completely. So perfect for him.

His lips wandered lower, trailing down the strong lines of Eren’s collarbone before settling over one of his pierced nipples. The small silver barbell gleamed under the light, standing out against the warm, tanned skin of Eren’s chest.

Levi flicked his tongue over the hardened bud, teasing it, feeling the metal and skin. Eren sucked in a sharp breath, his lips parting, a quiet gasp escaping as Levi’s mouth closed around it fully.

Lips pulling, tongue circling, teeth grazing—Levi played with the sensitive flesh, his other hand sliding over Eren’s side in slow, soothing strokes, his thumb tracing absent patterns over his ribs.

Eren bit his lip, his head tilting back, exposing the flushed column of his throat. His breath stuttered, his chest rising and falling as Levi lavished attention on his nipple, tugging gently at the silver.

The contrast of heat and metal sent a new wave of pleasure straight to Eren’s core. His cock twitched against his stomach, a bead of precum smearing across his abs, his entire body reacting to Levi’s pace—unhurried, teasing, completely in control.

Levi finally pulled back, his breath ghosting over the wet, glistening bud before moving to the other side. Strands of black hair fell into his face, shadowing the sharp angles of his features as he repeated the same treatment—kissing, sucking, rolling his tongue over the metal, savoring the little sounds Eren tried to hold back.

Eren’s back arched again, his body instinctively pressing into Levi’s mouth, seeking more. Heat coiled tight in his gut, the pleasure building, his cock aching for the same attention.

Levi’s lips curved into a knowing smirk as he continued his descent, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses down Eren’s torso. He followed the inked lines of his tattoos, his lips pressing over the intricate designs, mouthing at the dark shapes as he worked his way lower.

By the time he reached Eren’s hip, his breath was warm, so close to where Eren wanted him most.

Eren let out a quiet, breathless whimper, his bound hands flexing above him, his cock resting against his stomach, flushed and leaking.

Levi hovered just above it, his lips brushing the sharp line of Eren’s hipbone, his tongue flicking out to taste his skin, teasing, making him wait.

Eren swallowed hard, his voice rough with desperation.

„Levi—”

Levi started to blow Eren, his mouth warm and wet as he took him in, tongue swirling around the swollen head with teasing precision. The first touch of Levi’s tongue made Eren moan loudly, his hips rocking up into the heat of Levi’s mouth, craving more. The sound of his pleasure echoed softly through the bedroom, mingling with the distant hum of the metal music still playing in the background.

Levi smirked around him, pulling back just enough to tease, his breath warm against Eren’s slick, sensitive skin. „So needy,” he murmured, his voice a low rasp that sent shivers through Eren’s body. „Can’t even lay still for me, can you?”

Eren gasped, the muscles in his stomach tightening as Levi’s words washed over him. His bound hands flexed above his head, leather cuffs pressing into his wrists. The restriction only heightened his sensitivity, every touch from Levi feeling sharper, deeper.

„Fuck—Levi, don’t tease,” he pleaded, his voice rough and breathless with desire.

Levi chuckled softly, clearly enjoying how wrecked Eren already was. His lips brushed against the tip again, tongue flicking out to catch the first drops of precum. He licked it away slowly, savoring the taste as his hands slid down Eren’s thighs, holding him steady.

„You taste so damn good,” Levi muttered, dragging his mouth down the length of Eren’s cock, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses along every ridge and vein. His lips lingered at the base before he moved lower, his tongue tracing the sensitive skin beneath.

Eren groaned, his thighs trembling beneath Levi’s touch. His A tremor ran through him when Levi took one of his balls into his mouth, sucking softly, gently rolling it with his tongue. Pleasure twisted hot and heavy in his gut, his body instinctively arching into the sensation.

„Shit—Levi…” His voice broke on a moan, his legs spreading wider without even realizing it—an unconscious invitation for Levi to do more.

Levi’s grip on his hips tightened, keeping him pinned to the mattress. The sight of Eren falling apart for him, giving himself over so completely, made Levi’s own cock throb. The ache was relentless, but watching Eren melt under his touch was ist own reward—turning him on almost unbearably.

„Look at you,” Levi murmured, his voice rough with desire. „Such a good boy for me—so fucking pretty when you’re like this.”

Eren’s chest heaved, his heart pounding against his ribs at Levi’s praise. Every dirty word made his cock twitch against Levi’s mouth, desperate for more of his touch.

Without breaking eye contact, Levi returned to Eren’s cock, dragging his tongue along the underside before taking him back into his mouth. His lips stretched around the thick length as he sank down slowly, letting Eren feel every inch.

His tongue worked skillfully, swirling around the shaft as he sucked deeper, his breath coming in steady bursts through his nose. The heat, the pressure, the slick pull of his mouth—it was almost too much.

Eren’s back arched off the bed, his whole body trembling. His hips rocked upward despite the firm grip on them, chasing the warm, wet heat. „Fuck—Levi—” His voice cracked on the last syllable, raw and needy.

Levi groaned softly at the sound, sending delicious vibrations through Eren’s cock. The weight of Eren’s need, the taste of him on his tongue—it all stoked the fire burning in Levi’s veins. He wanted to push Eren to the edge, to watch him unravel completely.

„You like that?” Levi’s voice was thick with lust as he pulled back just slightly, letting his lips graze the sensitive tip. His thumb stroked slow, lazy circles over Eren’s hipbone. „Bet you want me to take you deeper—don’t you?”

Eren could barely form words, his head spinning from the pleasure. „Please… Levi—fuck, please,” he gasped, his bound hands clenching tighter around the pillow beneath them.

Levi’s smirk deepened as he took him back into his mouth, this time sinking down further, swallowing him to the base. His throat flexed around the thick length as he held himself there, breathing heavily through his nose.

Eren let out a broken moan, his body shaking uncontrollably. His thighs parted further, offering himself completely—inviting Levi to do whatever he wanted.

And Levi intended to take his time, to push Eren right to the brink and make him feel everything.

Levi smirked against Eren’s skin, feeling the way his body trembled beneath him, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He hovered just above Eren’s aching cock, letting the heat of his breath tease him before finally flicking his tongue over the swollen tip again.

Eren let out a sharp moan, his bound hands clenching above him, hips jerking slightly in search of more friction.

Levi chuckled darkly, his voice low and teasing. „So fucking eager.” His lips brushed over the head again, tongue circling, tasting the drops of precum.

„You love this, don’t you?” He licked another slow stripe up the underside of Eren’s shaft, his hand wrapping around the base, squeezing just enough to make Eren’s breath hitch.

„L-Levi,” Eren gasped, his chest rising and falling, heat pooling deep in his stomach.

Levi hummed in satisfaction, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses down the length of Eren’s cock before trailing lower. His lips reached his balls, his tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive skin before taking the other one into his mouth now, sucking gently.

Eren groaned, his thighs tensing, his legs spreading wider as pleasure sparked through him. His head fell back against the pillow, his body arching slightly off the bed. „Fuck—Levi…”

Levi’s grip tightened on his hips, holding him down. „That’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. „Let me hear you.”

Eren moaned in response, his body completely at Levi’s mercy.

Levi took his sweet time stretching the foreplay. He licked back up Eren’s length, his lips parting as he took Eren’s cock back into his mouth, letting them stretch around him, sinking down slowly. The wet heat of Levi’s mouth was overwhelming—his tongue pressing and swirling, his throat vibrating as he let out a satisfied hum.

Eren’s hips bucked instinctively, forcing Levi to press him down harder. „Easy,” Levi muttered, his voice muffled around Eren’s cock, but there was a smirk in his tone. „I’m in control here.”

Eren whimpered, his head spinning, overwhelmed by pleasure. „Feels… so good,” he breathed, his bound hands flexing above him.

Levi took him deeper, hollowing his cheeks, his tongue tracing every ridge and vein, savoring the way Eren’s body responded to him. He was so hard, so hot and perfect in Levi’s mouth. The sounds Eren made, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed with each motion, made Levi’s own cock throb more.

He pulled back slightly, letting his lips slide up to the tip again, sucking with just the right amount of pressure before sinking back down, swallowing him deep.

Levi groaned at the sight, at the way Eren offered himself so willingly, his trust in Levi written all over his flushed face.

„You’re fucking perfect,” Levi murmured between kisses along Eren’s shaft. His thumb stroked slow circles against his hip as he looked up, locking eyes with him. „So good for me. You want more?”

Eren nodded frantically, his breath coming in short, desperate pants. „Please, Levi—fuck, please—”

Levi’s lips curled into a smirk before he took him back into his mouth, ready to push Eren closer to the edge.

Then, suddenly he let go of Eren’s cock, the loss of heat and friction making Eren whimper beneath him. His body trembled, his breath coming in ragged pants as his chest rose and fell rapidly. His skin was flushed, glistening with a light sheen of sweat, muscles tense with anticipation.

Before Eren could even process the shift, Levi moved with effortless strength, flipping him over in a fluid, commanding motion. His hands gripped Eren’s hips firmly, pulling him up onto his knees, his chest still pressed against the mattress. The position left him completely open—exposed in a way that sent a thrill down his spine.

Levi’s dark, stormy eyes roamed over Eren’s body with hunger, tracing every curve, every dip of muscle. He ran a possessive hand over the smooth skin of Eren’s ass, fingers pressing in just enough to make Eren shiver.

„Perfect,” Levi murmured, his voice low and rough with desire. His palm slid slowly over the curve of Eren’s hip, down to his upper thigh, before coming back up to knead the flesh with a firm grip.

Eren swallowed hard, gripping the pillow beneath him as he turned his head just enough to look back at Levi. His teal-green eyes were dark with need, his lips parted. „Levi… more.” His voice was husky, almost pleading.

Levi chuckled, the sound rich and teasing. „Don’t rush me,” he murmured, pressing his thumb between Eren’s cheeks, rubbing slow, tantalizing circles against the tight ring of muscle.

Then, without warning, he leaned in, his breath warm against Eren’s skin before his tongue flicked out, dragging a slow, wet stripe over his entrance.

Eren’s chest rose with a shaky breath, a shocked moan escaping his lips as his body jolted at the unexpected sensation. His hands fisted the pillow, his hips instinctively rocking forward before pressing back, seeking more and wanting away from it at the same time.

Levi smirked against his skin, exhaling a warm breath before pressing his tongue against him again, teasing the sensitive area with slow, deliberate strokes.

„Too bad you’re not into ass-eating,” Levi teased between licks, his voice dripping with amusement. „You taste so fucking good.”

Eren let out a half-strangled sound, his face burning as he buried it against the pillow. His breath came in quick, shallow pants, his entire body trembling. „Just give me your fingers…” he finally managed, voice rough with need. „Make me ready for your cock.”

Levi let out a deep, satisfied hum. „Oh, I intend to.”

He reached toward the nightstand, grabbing a bottle of lube. Flipping the cap open with one hand, he squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers, rubbing them together to warm the slick liquid. A faint, sweet scent filled the air.

„Hm. Smells nice,“ Levi noted casually, his voice dropping into that deep, teasing tone that always made Eren shudder.

„It’s a new one—supposed to make everything feel even better. ‚Stimulates satisfaction and ensures a stronger orgasm‘,“ he read from the bottle, letting the words sink in before pressing his slick, wet fingers against Eren’s entrance.

Eren’s body tensed under the touch as he felt the first gentle push of Levi’s fingers, his body instinctively clenching before slowly relaxing at the familiar stretch. His lips parted, a shuddering exhale escaping him.

Levi leaned in, his free hand running soothingly over Eren’s lower back as he pressed in further, his lips curling into a smirk. „Let’s see if it lives up to the promise.”

Eren felt the warm tingle spread over his skin as the lube gradually heated up, the sensation a mixture of prickling anticipation and growing need. Levi slowly pressed his first finger inside, his eyes focused on the movement, watching as they disappeared into Eren’s body. Eren gasped, his hips instinctively wiggling, and his chained arms tugged restlessly at the pillow beneath him.

Levi paused, his voice soft but laced with curiosity. „How is it? Does it feel good?“

Eren moaned, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through him. „So good,“ he whispered, his hips jerking back instinctively, craving more. „More.“

Levi responded without hesitation, adding a second finger. He moved them in and out, the rhythm deliberate but gentle. His free hand slid over Eren’s back, fingers trailing down his spine, offering a soothing contrast to the intensity of his movements.

Levi carefully worked Eren open with his fingers, watching as Eren’s strong, beautiful body arched before him on the bed. His muscles flexed, the tension in his back clearly visible as he remained positioned on all fours. The leather cuffs around his wrists held him steady, and the chains connecting them rattled lightly with every movement, adding to the intensity of the moment.

Levi growled softly as Eren moaned, the sound making his cock leak with the desperate need to be inside him. Slowly, Levi moved into position behind Eren, both hands roaming over his backside. His fingers traced over the smoothness of Eren’s sides, the curve of his hips, and the firm muscle of his thighs. As the head of his cock nudged against Eren’s ass, Levi groaned in response, the sensation driving him wild as he pressed against the entrance, feeling the heat.

„Fuck yeah, put it in,“ Eren pleaded, his voice thick with need, his body moving in rhythm with Levi’s touch.

„Soon,“ Levi murmured, savoring the delicious friction for a moment longer, letting the anticipation build. He pulled back reluctantly, reaching for something else—a object he had placed discreetly on the bed earlier.

„I’ve got something else for you,“ Levi said playfully, a hint of teasing in his voice. „Tell me how it feels, yeah?“

Right after Levi’s words, Eren felt something hard and smooth press against him. „What—?”

He had no time to ask or react before the object was gently pressed inside him, slick with lube and sliding in easily. Eren took a deep breath, his body tensing as the sensation registered. It wasn’t as thick as Levi, but it was enough to make him feel the stretch.

Before he could speak, Levi pressed a button, and Eren’s body jerked from the unexpected vibration. „What the—?” he gasped, his eyes wide with surprise. His face flushed, heart racing as he tried to adjust. The sensations overwhelmed him as his body responded, his thoughts scattered.

Levi chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to Eren’s back. He moved the toy slowly in and out, the rhythm both gentle and steady. Eren struggled to catch his breath, the feeling building within him. „You brought… a dildo?“ he asked, voice breathless.

Levi’s answer came with a teasing smirk, „It’s a vibrator,” he corrected, quickening the pace as the vibrations increased. Eren’s body tensed with each movement, every sensation hitting him harder than before.

Eren trembled as the deep vibrations pulsed through him, an overwhelming sensation that left his body tingling with heat. His breath rugged, fingers curling tightly around the pillow beneath him. Levi’s grip on his hip was firm, steady, keeping him in place as he drove the silicone toy inside him with quick, controlled thrusts. The stretch, the fullness, the relentless motion—it was intoxicating.

A sharp moan escaped Eren’s lips when the toy brushed against that sensitive bundle of nerves inside him, sending jolts of pleasure through his core. The vibrations weren’t just deep; they spread, radiating downward, making his balls tighten as though Levi’s tongue were tracing over them. The sensation rolled through him in waves, traveling up his spine, seeping into every inch of his body, and finally pooling in his cock, which throbbed against the rumpled sheets beneath him.

His thighs trembled, threatening to give out, yet he spread them wider, wordlessly begging for more. His body felt feverish, his skin slick with sweat, his lips parted as he gasped for air. Every nerve in him was alight, consumed by the ruthless pleasure Levi was giving him.

Then, Levi’s hand slipped between his legs, cupping his heavy, aching balls, rolling them in his palm with deliberate care. The added sensation sent a desperate whine tumbling from Eren’s lips. His breath came in frantic, uneven gasps, his teeth sinking into the pillow as he moaned Levi’s name.

Levi hummed in satisfaction, his voice thick with amusement and desire. His grip around Eren’s cock tightened, fingers stroking along the slick, throbbing length. It twitched in his hold, leaking against his palm.

„That good, huh?“ Levi murmured, watching him with dark, heavy-lidded eyes, clearly pleased with the sight before him.

Eren could only moan in response, his body arching, pushing back greedily onto the toy.

„Fuck, you look so hot like this,“ Levi continued, his tone rough, laced with hunger. His hand pumped Eren’s cock in slow, teasing strokes while he kept the toy moving inside him, each thrust perfectly timed to draw out every ounce of pleasure.

„Do you want to cum like this?“ Levi asked, his breath warm against Eren’s flushed skin. „Want me to make you come just from fucking your tight little ass with the toy?“

Eren let out a mix of a whine and a moan, his mind too hazy with pleasure to form an answer right away. Damn, that thing felt good—so fucking good. He hadn’t imagined a toy could make him feel this way.

He had never had anything up his ass besides Levi’s fingers, stretching him open, preparing him—Levi’s cock filling him perfectly, making him feel everything. He had experimented with his own fingers once or twice, but that was mostly to put on a good show for Levi or to get himself ready for him.

He hadn’t imagined a vibrator could feel this good.

Maybe it was still Levi—the way he loomed behind him, the one fucking him with the toy, his hands gripping him, his deep, rumbling words spilling into his ear.

The vibrator thrummed deep inside him, the relentless stimulation making his cock throb against the sheets. His entire body felt wired, like he could burst at any second. Shit.

And yet—a damn toy wasn’t what he wanted. It wasn’t what he ached for.

„Want you,“ Eren gasped, his voice rough with need. His head turned slightly, messy strands of sweat-dampened hair sticking to his flushed skin as he glanced over his shoulder. His eyes were dark with desire, glazed with desperation.

„Levi… give me your cock… please… please, I want to have you inside me. I want to come from your cock.“

His voice cracked on the last word, trembling with urgency. A shiver ran through his body, his thighs quivering as he rocked back instinctively, begging without words. A tear pricked the corner of his eye, the sheer intensity of his longing overwhelming him.

Levi groaned, his grip tightening on Eren’s hips. Fuck, he looked so good like this—so needy, so utterly wrecked.

„Fuck, so perfect for me,“ Levi murmured, his voice thick with raw desire. Without hesitation, he pulled the vibrator out, pressing the off button before tossing it onto the bed beside Eren’s head.

Eren barely noticed at first—too caught up in the empty ache left behind. But then, in the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of it. Sleek, smooth, a deep, elegant black. No ridges, no extra details, nothing overly complicated. It glistened from tip to base, slick with lube, gleaming under the light—a testament to just how deep Levi had worked it inside him.

But he didn’t have time to dwell on it.

Because a moment later, something else pressed against his entrance. Something hotter, thicker—familiar.

The head of Levi’s cock stretched him open, pushing inside with a slow, steady pressure that sent a full-body shudder through him. It was different. More intense. More real. The feeling of Levi—his heat, his thickness, the way he filled him so perfectly—it made Eren moan louder, his body arching, his heart racing in his chest.

Levi.

All he wanted was Levi.

Levi pressed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching Eren open until his hips were flush against him, his balls pressing firmly against Eren’s ass. He exhaled sharply, his breath coming heavy and uneven.

„Shit, you’re still so tight,“ Levi groaned, his deep voice thick with pleasure.

Eren took slow, measured breaths, trying to adjust, though his body tensed from the sheer intensity of being filled. Nothing compared to this—Levi inside him, hot and hard, pulsing against his walls, buried so deep it made his head spin. The toy had been good, but this was so much better. Skin on skin, raw heat, Levi.

A gentle stroke along his spine brought him back. Levi’s hands moved over his back in slow, soothing motions, his touch a stark contrast to the way he had just stretched him open.

„Breathe,“ Levi murmured, his voice softer now, giving Eren a moment to adjust.

Eren did—deep, steadying breaths, his fingers gripping the sheets as the dull burn melted into something good, something craving.

Then Levi’s grip tightened on his hips—firm, possessive. The only warning Eren got.

And then Levi moved.

He pulled out almost entirely before slamming back in with force, burying himself to the hilt. The sudden stretch and friction tore a moan from Eren’s lips, his body jolting forward from the impact. Levi groaned above him, rolling his hips in a deep, fluid motion that sent sparks of pleasure shooting up Eren’s spine.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, raw and unrelenting.

Eren buried his flushed, sweat-dampened face into the pillow, gasping, hands clutching the sheets like a lifeline. His body moved on instinct, rolling his hips back, desperate to meet Levi’s deep, pounding thrusts.

And fuck—Levi gave it to him. Hard. Perfect. Exactly how he needed it.

Suddenly, Levi pulled out, his voice sounding urgent as he manhandled Eren around, putting him back on his back. „Fuck, I want to see you,” Levi rasped, his tone thick with need.

Eren rolled onto his back, let himself be guided, his legs instinctively spreading beneath Levi’s firm touch. His skin tingled where Levi’s hands gripped him, rough and possessive.

Levi leaned over him, pressing their lips together in a heated kiss—open-mouthed, hungry. Their tongues met, sliding together in a desperate, messy rhythm, their breaths ragged, moans swallowed between them.

When Levi finally pulled back, he hovered over Eren, their eyes locking in the dim light.

„You’re so fucking beautiful,“ Levi murmured, his voice softer now, full of something deeper. His fingers traced along Eren’s jaw before pressing another kiss to his lips—gentler this time, slow and filled with unspoken emotions.

Eren’s heart pounded in his chest, his lips tingling from Levi’s lingering warmth.

Levi shifted, kneeling back between Eren’s legs, lifting one by the ankle, fingers pressing into his skin. His free hand guided himself back to Eren’s entrance, the thick, slick head of his cock pressing against the stretched ring of muscle before pushing back inside in one slow, deliberate thrust.

Eren gasped sharply, his back arching, body shuddering at the feeling of being completely filled again.

And then there was Levi.

All firm muscle and power, his body moving between Eren’s trembling thighs with precision and control. His pale skin was a striking contrast against the intricate black ink adorning his arms, his shoulders—dark designs that flexed with every roll of his hips. But it was the black leather choker snug around Levi’s neck that always destroyed Eren, the way it sat just right against his throat, accentuating the sharpness of his jaw.

Levi looked so fucking sexy wearing it.

And his eyes—darkened, rimmed with smudged black eyeliner—held an intensity that sent a shiver straight down Eren’s spine. It made him look dangerous, untamed, irresistible.

Eren moaned, arms stretching above his head, wrists bound together with soft leather cuffs. The restriction only heightened the pleasure, the helplessness of being completely at Levi’s mercy.

And Levi didn’t hold back.

He set a relentless rhythm, fucking into Eren with deep, precise thrusts, his grip firm, his movements purposeful. Every snap of his hips sent waves of pleasure rolling through Eren’s body, pulling moans from his lips as he writhed beneath him.

„Let me see you,“ Levi groaned, voice raw as he watched every expression flicker across Eren’s face.

And fuck, Eren couldn’t hold back—not with Levi looking at him like that, fucking him like he was the only thing that mattered.

It was all too much—overwhelming. Eren felt himself teetering on the edge, his entire body thrumming with pleasure, so close—almost there… almost…

And then Levi hit it.

That perfect spot inside him, sending a jolt of white-hot ecstasy through his veins. Levi’s cock dragged over every sensitive place within him, each deep thrust pushing him further into bliss. It was everything—Levi’s intense gaze locked onto him, the low, guttural moans spilling from his lips, the way that damn fucking choker sat snugly around his throat, accentuating his sharp jawline and sinful mouth.

Eren’s body snapped.

His head tilted back, mouth parting in a silent cry as his orgasm hit—a violent, shuddering wave that crashed through him, stealing the breath from his lungs. His entire body arched off the bed, muscles tensing as pleasure overtook him. His hips moved on their own, desperate and uncontrolled, grinding up into Levi’s relentless thrusts, chasing more.

„Levi—fuck!“ he gasped, „Oh my god… Levi!“, his voice wrecked, drowning in bliss.

His cock pulsed between them, swollen and throbbing, aching for release. His eyes glistened with unshed tears, pleasure so intense it burned through him. His flushed skin deepened into a delicate shade of powdery red, heat blooming across his face and chest, a stark contrast against the sheen of sweat covering his trembling body.

Levi groaned at the sight, breathless, completely mesmerized.

„Shit,“ he breathed, his voice rough, filled with awe.

But he didn’t slow. He couldn’t.

The roll of his hips remained steady, deep, precise—unstoppable. At the perfect moment, his hand wrapped around Eren’s cock, firm and knowing, stroking in time with his thrusts.

Just as Eren broke.

A strangled moan ripped from his throat as his release hit full force, hot cum spilling over Levi’s fingers, streaking across his stomach, smearing between them. His body shook violently, waves of pleasure crashing through him, again and again, leaving him utterly wrecked beneath Levi’s relentless pace.

And still—Levi kept moving, chasing his own high, completely lost in the way Eren fell apart beneath him.

Levi grabbed Eren’s other leg, pushing both knees up against his chest, bending him further, holding him in place. The new angle had him sinking in even deeper, his cock hitting all the right spots inside Eren with every relentless thrust.

The tension coiled tighter in Levi’s core, heat pooling low in his stomach, spreading through his body like fire. His own climax was right there—so close—that unbearable pressure, the thrilling buildup right before the inevitable snap.

„You want my cum inside you?“ Levi growled, voice rough with desperation.

Eren could do nothing but moan, his body still shuddering from the aftermath of his own orgasm. His head lolled back against the pillows, dazed and overwhelmed, his breath coming in uneven gasps. He nodded—fucked-out and eager—his mind still swimming in pleasure, his body still trembling from the overstimulation of Levi’s cock driving into him.

„So much—fuck, it’s so much…“ Eren choked out, voice wrecked, his entire body quivering beneath Levi’s weight.

His ass clenched around Levi’s cock, milking him, his muscles tightening involuntarily as the remnants of his own orgasm sent electric pleasure coursing through him. His cock was still sensitive, still pulsing, the way Levi filled him making his overstimulated body hover on the edge of another release.

Levi groaned, his grip on Eren’s legs tightening, his fingers digging into the flushed skin of his thighs.

„I fill you up so good, baby,“ Levi rasped, his voice thick and raw. „Fucking come inside your tight ass—make you feel me for days.“

His hips snapped forward, erratic and uncontrolled, his rhythm unraveling as the last bit of restraint snapped. A sharp gasp tore from his lips as his entire body tensed—muscles locking, thighs trembling—before he let go.

Levi threw his head back, his jaw slack as pure pleasure crashed through him, his cock pulsing deep inside Eren, pumping him full with every shuddering thrust.

Eren felt it—felt the warmth of Levi spilling inside him, thick and hot, filling him to the brim. It sent another wave of pleasure rolling through his oversensitive body, his breath hitching, his legs shaking in Levi’s tight hold.

Eren suddenly felt a second orgasm wash over him, a rush of conflicting sensations. The sharp pain from the overstimulation blended with waves of bliss that surged through his body, each pulse setting his nerves alight. His back arched involuntarily, his chest heaving with labored breaths as his muscles tightened, the intensity coursing through him in waves. His wrists, still bound tightly in the leather cuffs, trembled with each shudder that passed through him. A desperate, breathless moan escaped his lips as he found release once again, though this time, it was less than the first—still powerful, but not as intense.

Levi groaned, riding out the last waves of his release, his thrusts slowing, each one deliberate—pushing it deeper, making sure Eren felt everything.

The room was thick with the sound of heavy breathing, sweat-slicked bodies pressed together, heat radiating between them. Levi collapsed forward, his forehead resting against Eren’s shoulder, his breath warm against his skin.

And fuck—Eren had never felt more wrecked.

Or more satisfied.

Levi finally let go of Eren’s legs, watching them fall limply onto the bed, the strength drained from them, completely spent. He couldn’t help but marvel at how fucking hot Eren looked right then—so fucked-out, so perfect.

„You look so fucking beautiful,“ Levi murmured, his voice low and full of desire, even though his body was still humming with the aftershocks of his own release. He was so tuned in to Eren that the thought of fucking him again right then and there crossed his mind—Eren’s body was still so tempting, still so ready.

Eren’s eyes were half-lidded, his turquoise-green irises blown wide with pleasure, the pupils almost swallowing the vibrant color. They looked so lost, so full of need, like he was still lost in the high of their shared ecstasy. His lips were swollen from the kiss, bruised but gorgeous—soft and inviting. His hair was a beautiful mess, brown strands stuck to his forehead, framing his face in an almost perfect disarray.

His body—strong, defined—was still moving with every breath he took, chest rising and falling in the most intoxicating rhythm. The sweat on his skin glistened under the dim light, beads of it tracing over the lines of his muscles, his skin a beautiful, warm caramel hue that only added to his allure.

A deep, satisfied grin tugged at Eren’s lips as he caught Levi’s gaze, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of the orgasm. There was something in his expression—a look of complete satisfaction that made Levi’s heart skip a beat.

Levi couldn’t resist. He lowered himself, his body pressing into Eren’s, his hands skimming over his chest, moving lower until he reached the soft, damp skin of his abs. He ran his tongue over the toned muscles there, savoring the taste of Eren’s sweat-slicked skin, the faint saltiness mixed with the faint, lingering traces of their shared release.

Eren’s cum was splattered across his abdomen, and Levi couldn’t resist licking it up, his tongue swiping over the smooth skin in slow, deliberate strokes, collecting every drop. He moaned as he tasted Eren on his tongue, the combination of salt and sweetness driving him insane.

Levi moved back up slowly, not breaking eye contact with Eren as he closed the distance between them. He leaned down, capturing Eren’s lips in a passionate, slow kiss—deep and intoxicating. Eren tasted like himself, like them, and Levi couldn’t get enough.

The kiss was everything—raw, slow, filled with lingering lust and deep affection. It was them, every part of them, mingling together in a way that felt almost sacred.

After the kiss, Levi moved slowly, carefully, pulling away just enough to lay beside Eren. He took Eren’s arms gently, brushing the damp strands of hair from his forehead, his fingers lingering on the warm skin as he looked down at him with a softness that contrasted the intensity of what they’d just shared.

„You were so fucking good,“ Levi murmured, voice low, almost reverent. He couldn’t stop his gaze from lingering on Eren—looking like sin, his body still trembling with the aftereffects of pleasure, skin glowing with satisfaction. So damn good.

With a careful touch, Levi reached for the small buckles of the leather cuffs around Eren’s wrists. His hands moved with a sense of tenderness, almost reverence, undoing the clasps slowly, as if he wanted to savor every moment, every detail of Eren’s submission.

Before he released each cuff, he kissed Eren’s wrist softly—his lips brushing against the sensitive skin in the same way he had when he’d first put them on. The gesture was intimate, gentle, full of meaning. This was their space, their time, and Levi wanted to remind Eren of that. He kissed each wrist with the same tenderness, making sure that each press of his lips conveyed just how precious this moment was to him.

When both cuffs were off, Levi slid his hand to the back of Eren’s head, drawing him in close. He pressed a kiss to Eren’s forehead, then to his face, letting his lips brush over every inch of skin, tasting the salt of sweat mixed with the sweetness of their connection. He kissed Eren’s lips again—slow, lingering, as if he wanted to draw out every bit of that post-orgasmic euphoria, sharing it with him, keeping him close.

Levi then pulled Eren into his embrace, his strong arms wrapping around him, holding him against his chest. He laid Eren’s head gently over his heart, letting the steady beat of his pulse be a grounding reminder of how real everything was—how connected they were.

„I love you,“ Levi whispered into Eren’s hair, his voice warm and filled with affection. He stroked Eren’s back gently, his fingers moving over the contours of his muscles, tracing the lines that had driven him wild. They lay there for a while, the sound of their breathing mingling together, soft and steady, as they basked in the warmth of the shared silence.

Eren’s breath was still ragged as he pressed closer into Levi’s chest, the soft sound of his voice barely a whisper. „I love you, too,“ he breathed, his words hoarse, the depth of his emotions clear in the raw quality of his voice. It was almost as if the intensity of their connection had left him breathless, his entire body still tingling from the mind-blowing orgasm he had just experienced. His fingers and the muscles in his thighs twitched slightly, the aftermath of pleasure still rippling through him, leaving him sensitive to every touch, every movement.

Levi felt the shiver that ran through Eren’s body, and without a word, he pulled the bedsheets over them both, making sure Eren was tucked in close to him. He didn’t want him to get cold—not after everything they’d just shared, not after giving themselves so completely to each other. His hand rested gently on Eren’s back, just enough to offer comfort and warmth, but not to smother him.

Eren shifted slightly in Levi’s arms, his voice soft and full of gratitude. „You’re the best lover ever,“ he murmured, the words like a sweet, intimate secret meant only for them. He raised his head slightly, looking up at Levi with half-lidded eyes, a smile curving at the corners of his lips. His whole body was still flushed from their connection, his chest rising and falling slowly with the steady rhythm of his breath.

Levi’s heart swelled at the words, his lips curling into a small, satisfied grin. He kissed the top of Eren’s head softly, fingers still brushing over his back in slow, soothing strokes. There was something about the way Eren looked at him—something that made Levi feel whole, like all the pieces of him had finally clicked into place.

„I’m glad you think so,“ Levi replied, his voice warm, as he held Eren even closer, tightening his embrace just enough to let him know that he was there. Every inch of his body, every beat of his heart, was devoted to this moment, to Eren, and he wanted him to feel that, deep inside.

The quiet, comfortable silence stretched on between them, the room filled with nothing but the sound of their synchronized breathing. There was no rush, no need to speak further—they were enough, just as they were, wrapped in each other’s warmth.

Levi’s hand moved to Eren’s hair, gently caressing it, his touch tender. „I love you,” he whispered again, this time even softer, as if the words held more meaning with each repetition. And they did. Eren was his. Eren was his home.

Eren smiled against his chest, the warmth of Levi’s words and presence grounding him, making him feel safe in a way he’d never known before. Slowly, his eyes fluttered shut as he relaxed fully into Levi’s arms, the bond between them growing stronger with each passing second.

X

Chapter Text

No Regrets 2
Chapter 11 – Bikes, Life, and Gunshots

The next morning, Eren couldn’t stop smiling. It wasn’t just the lingering satisfaction in his body—the deep, heavy ache of pleasure still thrumming through his veins—it was everything about last night. The rush of riding his bike, the way Levi had cuffed him, the damn toy Levi had used on him, the way Levi’s hands had explored him, possessed him, how his mouth had dragged over Eren’s skin, leaving heat and bruises in his wake.

Everything had been perfect.

As he sat at the kitchen counter, his fingers wrapped around the warm ceramic of his coffee mug, the memories played in his mind like a highlight reel. His skin still felt sensitive in the best way, and the moment he shifted in his chair, a spark of pleasure shot up his spine—a reminder of just how thoroughly Levi had wrecked him.

A flush crept up his neck, but he didn’t even try to hide his grin as he took a sip of his coffee.

Across from him, Levi leaned against the counter, one hand wrapped around his own coffee mug while the other casually flipped through his phone. But when he glanced up and caught the smug, dreamy expression on Eren’s face, he lifted an eyebrow.

„You look like a dumbass.” His tone was dry, but the ghost of a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

Eren set down his coffee, eyes gleaming with mischief. „Oh? That’s funny. You didn’t think I looked like a dumbass last night.”

Levi scoffed, taking a slow sip of his coffee, his grey eyes narrowing slightly. „Tch. Yeah, well, last night you were too busy moaning my name to run your mouth.”

Eren chuckled, unfazed. „Mm, yeah… last night.” He leaned forward slightly, voice dipping lower, teasing. „My legs are still kinda shaky, you know. I might need a little extra help moving around today.”

Levi rolled his eyes, but the moment Eren mentioned being shaky, a flicker of concern crossed his face. His gaze shifted, scanning Eren subtly as if checking for any real discomfort. He set down his coffee, leaning in just a fraction, his voice softer now.

„You’re sore?” His brow furrowed slightly. „Did I overdo it?”

Eren blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in Levi’s tone. For all his roughness, Levi always paid attention, always made sure Eren was okay—even if he didn’t outright say it.

A slow grin spread across Eren’s lips as he shook his head. „Nah, nothing I can’t handle.” His voice dipped lower, teasing. „I liked it.”

Levi held his gaze for a second longer before exhaling, some of the tension easing from his shoulders. „Brat.” He picked up his coffee again, taking a sip. „If you need to take it easy today, don’t be stupid about it.”

Eren chuckled, warmth blooming in his chest. „Noted.”

But, really, he wouldn’t change a damn thing.

Eren caught the tension in Levi’s posture—the slight furrow in his brow, the way he kept stealing quick glances at him as if still checking for any discomfort. It was subtle, but Eren knew Levi too well to miss it.

With a smug grin, he leaned back in his chair, stretching slightly before taking another slow sip of his coffee. „Relax, Levi,” he said, voice light, teasing. „Everything was perfect.”

Levi huffed, but his gaze lingered.

„You know I like it rough,” Eren continued, his grin widening. „And that vibrator was a really nice surprise.”

Levi’s fingers twitched around his mug, his lips parting slightly before he quickly took another sip, as if that would hide the way his ears barely, barely tinged pink.

„Okay,” he muttered. But Eren didn’t miss the way Levi’s throat bobbed when he swallowed or the way his gaze darkened for just a second—like he was already thinking of the next time.

Levi raised an eyebrow, his tone a mix of playful challenge and earnest curiosity. „So, you don’t mind using it again?” he asked, his gaze locking onto Eren with that familiar, almost predatory intensity.

Eren’s grin grew wider at the question, and he leaned back in his chair, considering for a moment before responding. His voice was teasing, but there was an undeniable sincerity behind it. „Well, I’m definitely up for it,” he said. „But, you know, what I really love is your cock.”

Levi’s eyes narrowed, the mocking smirk spreading across his lips. „Oi, that’s all I’m good for, huh?” His voice had that usual sharp edge, but Eren could see the flicker of something softer beneath the teasing exterior—affection, challenge, maybe even a little bit of vulnerability.

Eren chuckled, leaning in just slightly, his expression turning genuine. „You’re a lot more than that, Levi,” he murmured, his voice lower now, intense with sincerity. „But you… and your cock?” He let out a playful laugh, winking at him. „That’s my favorite combination.”

Levi snorted, but the soft flush creeping up his neck betrayed him. „Idiot,“ he muttered under his breath, clearly trying to keep up the tough exterior. But Eren could tell he wasn’t as unaffected as he let on. The way his gaze flicked down to Eren’s lips for just a second—yeah, Levi loved him, idiot or not.

Levi took another sip of his coffee, the warmth of the mug a poor distraction from the growing heat between them. Eren, still watching him closely, could sense the tension building between them—unspoken, undeniable, and thick with the promise of what was to come. But then Eren’s voice cut through the moment, light and casual.

„Oh, hey,” Eren said, almost nonchalantly, „Jean asked about a double date. You up for it? I already said yes.”

Levi blinked, clearly thrown off by the sudden shift in conversation. He set his mug down, eyeing Eren with a mix of surprise and disbelief. „A double date?” He cocked an eyebrow.

Eren was practically buzzing with excitement as he leaned against the kitchen counter, watching Levi pour himself another cup of coffee. „Come on, it’ll be fun,” he urged, nudging Levi’s arm. „Jean and Marco are good company, and it’s just dinner. No big deal.”

Levi raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. „Tch. Double dates sound like something high schoolers do.”

Eren rolled his eyes. „We’re literally just going out to eat. What part of that makes it sound like prom night?”

Levi sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He wasn’t exactly the social type—Eren knew that—but damn, it was hard to say no when Eren was smiling at him like that. „Fine.“

Eren smiled at Levi’s resigned expression, his eyes sparkling with mischief. „Great, I’ll text him later,“ he said, popping the last bite of his toast into his mouth with a satisfied grin.

„I just hope Jean can make it up to Marco after being such an idiot. But honestly, Marco isn’t much better if he’s not open to Jean’s needs, right?“ Eren tilted his head, considering it for a moment. „Maybe I should get them a vibrator too? Could warm Marco up for the real thing. Who knows? Maybe he likes bottoming.“

Levi froze mid-sip, the coffee almost spilling out of his mug at the sudden shift in the conversation. His brow furrowed as he looked over at Eren, clearly stunned by the casualness of it all. Eren was so comfortable, so nonchalant about throwing out such wild ideas, like it was just another part of their usual morning talk.

„Goddamn, and that’s over breakfast,“ Levi muttered, his voice blunt, laced with a mix of disbelief and amusement. His expression was hard to read, though his eyes flickered with something that bordered on resignation. Eren, as always, had this way of talking so casually, so openly about their sex life—and everyone else’s—that it was almost absurd.

Eren shrugged, giving him an exaggerated innocent look. „What? You don’t think they’d appreciate the suggestion?“ He smirked, watching Levi carefully. „I mean, everyone’s got their thing. Why not give Marco a chance to explore his? It could be fun. Plus, you know—sharing is caring, right?“

Levi rolled his eyes, but the amusement in his expression was unmistakable. „You’re a fucking brat,” he muttered, shaking his head. But he couldn’t hide the slight softening in his posture or the way his gaze softened when it met Eren’s, as though he was both annoyed and entirely enamored.

Eren laughed, his voice light and teasing. „Hey, I’m just being a good friend. Helping them out.”

Levi snorted, rolling his eyes again but choosing to let the matter drop, clearly not wanting to engage further in Eren’s ridiculous suggestion. He took another sip of his coffee, the mug warming his hands as he watched Eren with an expression that almost resembled affection—and maybe a hint of concern. Levi had always been guarded, but with Eren, there was a comfort in being a little more open, even if it came with a side of mockery and playful teasing.

„You’re the one who brings up vibrators and sex positions over breakfast, Eren. If anyone needs help, it’s you,“ Levi muttered, his voice a little softer than usual.

Eren smirked, savoring the moment as he leaned against the counter, his eyes gleaming. „I know, I know. Just trying to spice up your mornings,“ he teased, winking.

Levi’s eyes narrowed at him, a small, nearly imperceptible smile tugging at his lips.

„Alright,“ Eren said, his grin softening, „I’ll text Jean, and you get ready to be social. No backing out now.“

Levi shot him a look. „Fine. But if Jean fucks up again, I’m leaving,“ Levi said with a mock-serious tone.

„Deal,“ Eren agreed.

As Levi took another sip of his coffee, Eren couldn’t help but smile to himself, already looking forward to the evening ahead.

X

On Saturday, Eren went out for a run while Levi attended to cleaning the apartment.

Eren had offered to help—he always did—but Levi refused, likely because Eren didn’t live up to Levi’s cleaning standards, and Levi didn’t want to waste time redoing everything if Eren messed it up. So, instead, Eren let him be and decided to burn off some energy outside.

By the time he returned, his lungs and legs burned from the miles he’d left behind, sweat clung to his skin, and the satisfying ache of a good workout settled deep in his muscles. He felt good—like he’d pushed himself just enough, giving his body the exertion it craved.

Stepping into the apartment, he immediately noticed how spotless everything was. The air smelled fresh and crisp, the floors gleamed, and every surface was wiped down to perfection. There wasn’t a single speck of dust in sight, and the windows were so polished they practically sparkled. It was like stepping into a showroom.

The only thing out of place was Levi’s grim expression.

Levi stood by the sideboard near the door, arms crossed, a deep-set frown creasing his face as he pointed toward something sitting on the polished surface.

„There was something in the mail for you,” he informed Eren, voice flat but laced with something unreadable.

Eren frowned, stepping closer. He used the hem of his shirt to wipe some sweat from his face, then glanced at the unopened envelope Levi was gesturing at. As soon as he saw the name on it, his eyes widened.

Zeke Jaeger.

His breath caught for just a second.

„My brother sent a letter?” he asked, disbelief heavy in his voice. He hadn’t spoken to Zeke in a long time. And the last time he had, it hadn’t exactly ended well.

Levi huffed, crossing his arms tighter over his chest. „Don’t look at me. It’s your letter.” His eyes darkened slightly, irritation flickering in them. „But if there’s any shit in there, I’ll find that asshole myself.” His tone was sharp, and Eren knew exactly why—Levi was still pissed about the private detective Zeke had hired to watch him.

Eren didn’t say anything to that. Just nodded, his expression unreadable as he tore open the letter and scanned ist contents.

Zeke’s handwriting was a mess—almost unreadable, typical doctor’s scrawl. If Eren weren’t used to it, he wouldn’t have been able to make out a damn thing.

His eyes flicked across the words.

Levi watched him closely, impatience flickering in his sharp gaze. „Well?”

Eren let out a slow breath, lowering the letter slightly. „He says he wants to talk. In person.”

His voice was measured, like he was still deciding how he felt about it. „He, uh… apologized for hiring the detective. But—”

Eren’s lips pressed into a thin line, his fingers tightening slightly around the paper. „He made it sound like I left him no choice. Said I ‘cut him out completely,’ so what else was he supposed to do?”

Levi scoffed, unimpressed. „Right. Real fucking sorry, then. That’s bullshit.”

Eren huffed a humorless laugh. „Yeah, I figured you’d say that.” He glanced back down at the letter. „He wants to catch up. Says we’re brothers and should act like it.”

Levi’s jaw tightened. „Should, huh?” His voice was flat, unimpressed. „Like that erases everything.”

Eren exhaled, folding the letter neatly and setting it down on the counter. „Not sure what to do with that.”

Levi studied him for a moment, then sighed, his arms uncrossing slightly. His voice softened just a fraction. „You don’t owe him anything, Eren. But if you do meet with him, it’s on your terms. Not his.”

Eren nodded slowly. „Yeah.”

A heavy silence settled between them. Then Levi’s gaze flicked over Eren’s sweat-drenched form, and he wrinkled his nose.

„Go shower. You stink.”

The tension cracked just a little, and Eren snorted. „Yeah, yeah.” He cast one last glance at the letter before heading toward the bathroom. „Don’t throw it out while I’m gone.”

Levi rolled his eyes. „Tch. Not my decision to make.”

Eren disappeared into the bathroom, but even as the hot water ran down his skin, Zeke’s words lingered in his mind.

Maybe he should answer.

_

As Eren stepped out of the shower, steam rolling from the bathroom in waves, his body felt refreshed, but his mind was still tense. The hot water had done little to wash away the lingering frustration curling in his chest, the tight coil of emotions stirred up by Zeke’s letter.

He ran a towel through his damp hair, the only thing covering him a loosely wrapped towel sitting low on his hips as he made his way toward the bedroom for fresh clothes. But as he passed Levi, standing near the doorway with his usual unreadable expression, Eren acted on impulse.

In one swift motion, he grabbed Levi by the collar, yanking him forward. Before Levi could say a word, Eren crashed their lips together—an eager, heated kiss, somewhere between passionate and angry.

Levi made a surprised sound against his mouth, his body tensing for half a second before melting into it, kissing back without hesitation. His hands slid up Eren’s bare sides, fingers tracing over damp, heated skin.

Eren swallowed down the faint taste of tea on Levi’s lips, deepening the kiss, needing to feel something else—something real, something grounding. When they finally pulled apart, their breaths mingling in the air between them, Eren spoke, voice rough with determination.

„We’re going out to the bar,” he decided, his grip still firm on Levi’s collar. „I don’t feel like staying in, and you promised me a drink two days ago.”

Levi’s mouth twitched slightly. „You had that drink.”

Eren huffed, grinning despite himself. „Alright, I had that drink,” he admitted, his voice turning teasing as he leaned in again. This time, he took his time, tracing his tongue along Levi’s bottom lip before catching it between his teeth, giving the faintest tug.

Levi’s breath hitched, fingers tightening on Eren’s waist.

„But,” Eren murmured against his lips, a wicked glint in his green eyes, „I want to take the bikes out.”

Levi reached out, his fingers brushing along Eren’s jawline before sliding deeper, closing around his throat with firm but measured pressure. Their eyes locked, and Eren’s turquoise gaze flashed with something sharp, something wild—like a spark catching fire.

„You’re feeling reckless,” Levi murmured, his thumb ghosting over the side of Eren’s neck. The words were an observation, not a question. He could see it in the way Eren held himself, the restless energy coiled just beneath his skin.

Before Eren could respond, Levi pressed their lips together again, but this time, it was slower. More deliberate. His tongue slipped into Eren’s mouth, dragging against his in a way that made sure he felt every movement, every flick, every teasing slide of wet heat. His grip stayed steady around Eren’s throat—not enough to restrict, but enough to remind him who was in control.

Eren moaned into the kiss, the sound muffled between them, his body leaning instinctively into Levi’s touch. His pulse pounded against Levi’s palm, his breath hitching when Levi tightened his grip ever so slightly before finally letting go.

„We’re going out,” Levi agreed, his voice lower now, rough from the intensity of the kiss. He stepped back just enough to take Eren in—his flushed skin, his slightly parted lips, the way his chest rose and fell a little heavier than before.

„Get dressed,” Levi told him, releasing his throat entirely. But before Eren could move, Levi smirked and let his hand drop, delivering a sharp slap to Eren’s ass.

Eren gasped at the sudden sting, the sound mixing with a quiet, startled laugh. The impact was just enough to send the towel slipping from his hips, pooling at his feet.

Levi barely reacted, giving Eren a slow once-over, clearly liking what he saw. „Tch. That’s what you get for walking around like that.“ His tone was teasing, but there was an unmistakable warmth in his voice that revealed his appreciation.

Eren rolled his eyes, grinning as he bent down to grab the towel. „You just wanted an excuse to do that.”

Levi turned away, his voice low as he muttered, „Didn’t need an excuse. This ass belongs to me.“

Eren’s grin widened, his cheeks warming despite himself. Levi calling him his with such confidence made his heart drum harder, a familiar heat settling in his chest. It wasn’t like he didn’t know he belonged to Levi, but hearing it—so casual, so certain—never failed to stir something deep inside him.

Still smirking, he did as he was told—or rather, as he had already planned—heading to the bedroom to get dressed. His body still buzzed from the exchange, the weight of Levi’s hands lingering even after he pulled on fresh clothes.

Rifling through his closet, Eren’s fingers skimmed over the fabric before settling on a pair of ripped slim-fit jeans—tight enough to make his ass look good but still relaxed enough to be comfortable. He paired them with a simple fitted T-shirt, something soft and worn-in that clung to his frame just right.

Once dressed, he ran a hand through his damp hair, shaking out the last bits of moisture before turning to the mirror. His gaze swept over his reflection—his toned arms visible under the snug sleeves, the way his jeans fit just right. Yeah, this would do.

X

By evening, Eren felt a thrill as he settled onto his Harley again, the rumble of the engine beneath him sending a rush through his veins. Beside him, Levi straddled his Yamaha—a sleek black model that fit him perfectly.

Eren’s Harley Davidson Sportster had a raw, muscular feel to it, all heavy chrome and deep, throaty exhaust notes. It was built for cruising, for feeling every vibration of the road beneath him, a machine that demanded presence. The Sportster wasn’t about speed—it was about power, about the way it owned the road with ist sheer weight and unmistakable growl. It suited Eren’s style: a little reckless, a little wild, built for long rides and raw exhilaration.

Levi’s Yamaha, on the other hand, was pure precision. The R1 was built for performance—sleek, aerodynamic, fast. Ist aggressive lines and sharp angles matched Levi’s own efficiency and control. It was a machine made for someone who valued speed and sharp handling over brute force. The way Levi sat on it, posture effortlessly controlled, fingers resting lightly against the throttle, it was obvious—this bike fit him. No wasted movement, no unnecessary weight. Just precision, power, and speed.

Eren smirked, glancing at him. Levi looked damn good on that bike—sexy as hell. The sleek black machine beneath him, the way he sat with effortless control, one gloved hand resting on the throttle—it was a sight. His black leather pants hugged his legs just right, and his jacket fit snug around his frame, emphasizing his sharp, lean build.

Yeah, Levi always looked good, but like this? On that bike, dressed like that? Eren had to bite back a grin. Damn.

_

They walked into *The Underground*, the biker bar alive with energy, packed with patrons enjoying their Saturday night. The air was thick with the scent of booze, cigarette smoke, and the faint hint of leather and motor oil. Laughter and conversation blended with the deep bass of a rock song playing from the old jukebox in the corner. The place had a rough but familiar charm—dim lighting, scuffed wooden floors, and walls covered in framed photos, band posters, and biker memorabilia.

Levi’s sharp eyes swept the bar, landing behind the counter where a blonde woman was pouring drinks with practiced efficiency. Without hesitation, he strode over.

„Hey, Caven,” he greeted, voice neutral, distant—but not unkind.

She turned to face him, her expression equally unreadable, though there was a quiet respect in her gaze. „Hello, Levi.” Her eyes flicked briefly to Eren at his side. „Eren.” She nodded in acknowledgment before returning her attention to Levi.

„Kenny not here?” Levi asked, scanning the bar again.

Caven tilted her head slightly. „He’s… in the back. Has company.”

Levi raised a brow. „Business?”

She shook her head. „Don’t think so. I didn’t ask, but…” She let the words trail off, the implication clear.

Levi pulled a face. „A woman?”

Caven gave him a knowing look and nodded.

„Figures.” Levi exhaled through his nose and tapped the wooden counter with his fingertips. „Two beers then. We’ll wait for the old pervert to finish. Can’t take too long,” he mocked, leaning casually against the counter.

Eren grinned, sliding onto a barstool. „You think so?” His tone was teasing, playful. „Maybe good stamina runs in your family.” He shot Levi a wink, and though the joke wasn’t really about Kenny, it was more of a compliment aimed at Levi.

Before Levi could respond, a familiar voice cut in, rough and full of amusement.

„Damn right it does.”

Kenny strutted out from the back, looking entirely too pleased with himself. A middle-aged blonde woman strolled beside him, still giggling as she leaned in, whispering something into his ear. Kenny grinned, gave her a sloppy kiss, then sent her off with a firm slap on the ass. She yelped but laughed, flashing him a sultry look before disappearing into the crowd.

Levi let out a long, unimpressed breath, not sparing the woman a second glance. He was used to it—the ever-rotating company Kenny kept. It was never anything serious, never lasting more than a night or two. At the very least, Levi figured, the women seemed happy enough.

Kenny whistled, buttoning up his shirt. „That one’s a wild cat.“

Eren raised an eyebrow, smirking. „Sounds like your type.“

Kenny chuckled. „Oh, you’ve no idea, boy,“ he said, shooting a grin at Eren. „But hey, you can’t blame a guy.“

Eren laughed. „Just make sure she doesn’t bite.“

Kenny laughed, rubbing his shoulder. „Bet she left scratches with those claws. Damn, feels like it.“

Levi, clearly growing tired of the conversation, muttered, „Enough with the cat talk, Kenny.“

Eren, grinning at the shift in mood, took the opportunity. „Anyway, I just finished my Harley. Want to check it out, Kenny?“ He leaned forward, his excitement clear.

Kenny raised an eyebrow, intrigued. „You finally finished that thing?“

Eren nodded eagerly. „Yeah, it’s running like a dream now. Come on, I’ll show you.“

Kenny chuckled, looking at Levi. „Better keep an eye on your boy, Levi. Looks like he’s itching to show off.“

Levi just shrugged, his voice relaxed. „Let him. He worked hard on it.“

Eren shot Levi a grin before heading toward the door, eager to show what he’d done.

_

Showing off his bike turned into a full half hour with Eren standing in the parking lot, a beer bottle in hand, talking earnestly about how he’d put the Harley together himself, from the ground up. He explained how Levi had gifted him the base frame, but everything else—the engine, suspension, wiring—Eren had meticulously pieced together himself. He wasn’t just restoring it; he had carefully customized each part to fit his vision.

Kenny listened, nodding in interest, but soon enough, other bikers had gathered around as well, drawn by the conversation. Eren spoke with quiet pride as he described the modifications he’d made and the work that had gone into making the bike his own.

„I built it from scratch—well, I had some help, but it was a learning process,“ he admitted, smiling. „The engine, suspension… even the paint job. Took me a while, but it runs smoothly now.“ His voice was steady, and his focus was entirely on the bike.

Levi stood beside him, watching quietly. As Eren spoke, a subtle smile crept across his face—barely visible, but present all the same. He felt proud of Eren—proud of how far he’d come with the bike and with his dream of becoming a mechanic.

Eren glanced over at Levi, then lifted his beer with a small, appreciative smile. „And I owe it all to this guy,” he said, his eyes meeting Levi’s.

„Levi gave me the base Harley.” His voice lowered slightly as he locked eyes with Levi, feeling his steel-grey gaze melt into his own turquoise eyes. „Best boyfriend ever,“ he said, the words meant only for Levi, no one else. He gave Levi an almost lovesick smile before turning back to the group around him.

Levi looked at him, silently proud. It was the kind of pride that didn’t need to be expressed in words—Eren’s contentment spoke for itself.

One of the older guys, likely a buddy of Kenny’s, stepped forward. He had a tough, no-nonsense vibe, a deep scar running down the side of his face, and a bandana wrapped around his head. He looked like someone who had seen it all, and his voice had that hard-edged rasp to match.

„Now that’s a beast of a bike,“ he said with a low whistle, taking a drag from his cigarette. His eyes scanned the Harley, clearly impressed. „You build this thing yourself?“ The respect in his voice was unmistakable.

Eren nodded, a proud smile creeping onto his face. „Yeah, I did.“ His excitement was evident, but he kept his tone steady—no cockiness, just quiet pride in his work.

Keith Shadis gave the bike another once-over, clearly impressed. „Kid’s got talent,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. Then, his gaze shifted to Eren. „Where you work at, anyway?“

Eren’s grin widened as he answered, „I work for Mike Zacharias at Mike’s Bikes—you know, fixing and customizing bikes like this.“ His voice held a hint of pride, not just in the work, but in where he was heading.

„I need to bring my bike by your shop sometime. I could use a new design. Been thinking of something real special,“ he said, his voice slower now, clearly impressed.

Before Eren could add anything more, Kenny, standing beside him with a wide grin, piped up. „Heh, you hear that, kid? Shadis wants you t’fix up his bike!” he teased, his thick accent rolling in every word. „But first, ya gotta take care of my chopper, capisce? Ain’t no way you’re skippin’ that one.”

Eren chuckled, rolling his eyes playfully. „Guess I have my work cut out for me then,“ he said, nudging Kenny with a smile.

Keith Shadis gave a satisfied nod, a faint smile tugging at his lips. „Keep building like that, and you’re gonna have more than one customer, kid. You’ve got the skills.“ His voice had a gravelly, approving tone, as though Eren had earned more than just his respect.

Eren couldn’t help but beam at the compliment. The recognition from someone like Shadis meant more than he let on. He glanced over at Levi, who stood quietly by, watching the exchange with that almost imperceptible smile. Levi’s quiet pride, though unspoken, always meant the most to him. Eren could tell that, even though Levi didn’t say anything, he was just as proud of him as the others were.

The conversation shifted to other bikes and projects, but Eren couldn’t shake the warmth that spread through him. It felt good to be seen, to have his hard work recognized, and most of all, to know that Levi was right there beside him, silently supporting him all the way.

After a while, they made their way back inside. Eren reached for Levi’s hand, their fingers intertwining as he gently tugged him along. Once they were settled, Eren leaned in and pressed a soft, quick kiss to Levi’s lips, his heart warming at the simplicity of the gesture.

„Let’s have another drink and relax, yeah?“ he murmured, his voice low and full of affection. All he wanted now was to enjoy a quiet moment with Levi, just the two of them.

_

After another hour at the bar—sipping drinks, listening to the steady hum of music, conversation flowing easily between them—Eren felt the lingering weight of his earlier frustration begin to fade. The warmth of Levi’s presence, the comfort of simply being together, made it easier to push everything else aside.

Levi leaned back in his seat, watching him for a moment before reaching out. With a familiar ease, he tucked a stray strand of hair behind Eren’s ear, one that had slipped loose from his bun. His fingers brushed lightly against Eren’s skin, the touch brief but deliberate.

„You feel better now?” Levi asked, his voice softer than usual, just enough to let Eren know he meant it.

Eren exhaled deeply, his lips curving into a small but genuine smile. He knew exactly what Levi was referring to—his bad mood after reading Zeke’s letter.

„Yeah, it’s okay,” he said, voice steady. „You and I, we’ve built a good life together. And I’m not letting anything come between that—between us and our future.” He let his hand rest on Levi’s thigh, giving it a firm squeeze, his touch grounding. „My brother’s just an annoying mark on the bigger picture.”

Levi held his gaze, unreadable for a second before nodding once, firm and certain. „Damn right.”

Eren huffed a quiet laugh, letting his fingers linger. The world outside could throw whatever it wanted at them, but at the end of the day, this—what they had—was the only thing that really mattered.

Levi took a sip of his drink, then glanced at Eren, his expression thoughtful. „How about we hit the shooting range tomorrow?” he suggested. „Haven’t done that in a while. Might be a good way to blow off some steam.”

The corner of Eren’s mouth twitched, turquoise eyes glinting with something playful. „Yeah, we can do that,” he said, then leaned in slightly, his voice dropping just enough to be suggestive. „Though… there are other ways to blow off steam.”

Levi raised an eyebrow, unimpressed but clearly not opposed to the implication. „Tch.” He shook his head, finishing off the last of his drink. „You’re impossible.”

Eren smirked, his fingers trailing absentmindedly along Levi’s thigh. „You love it.”

Instead of rolling his eyes, Levi leaned in, capturing Eren’s lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. It was brief but firm, his way of shutting Eren up without really wanting him to stop.

As Levi pulled back, his grey eyes met Eren’s, and he huffed quietly. „Yeah,” he admitted, his voice low, almost reluctant—but the sincerity in it was undeniable. „I love it.”

Eren’s smirk softened into something warmer, his fingers tightening slightly on Levi’s leg. He didn’t hesitate this time. Tilting his head, he leaned back in, deepening the kiss—this one lingering, unhurried. His hand slid up, fingers curling at the nape of Levi’s neck as he pulled him closer, savoring the warmth between them.

Levi let him, his lips parting as he kissed back, steady and sure, letting Eren take what he wanted. His fingers curled around Eren’s wrist, grounding him just as much as the kiss itself.

By the time they pulled away, Eren’s breath was just a little heavier, his eyes still locked onto Levi’s. His grin returned, a little more satisfied this time. He murmured against Levi’s lips, voice low and fond, „I love kissing you.”

Before Levi could respond, Eren leaned in again, catching Levi’s bottom lip between his teeth, biting down just enough to make him feel it before soothing the spot with a slow drag of his tongue.

Levi’s breath hitched—just slightly—but the sound that followed came from Eren instead, a low, aroused growl rumbling in his throat.

Right then, a chair scraped loudly against the floor beside them, followed by the unmistakable thud of a heavy boot hitting the table.

„The hell is this, some kinda free porno show?” Kenny drawled, his thick accent rolling off his tongue, amusement laced through every word. „Didn’t know this joint turned into a damn gay bar.”

He leaned back with a shit-eating grin, laughing at his own joke as he tipped his hat up. „Least warn a guy before y’all start suckin’ face like ya tryna win a damn prize.”

Levi exhaled through his nose, unimpressed. Eren, on the other hand, only smirked, wiping the back of his hand across his lips before shooting Kenny an unbothered glance. „Jealous, old man?”

Kenny just snorted, but his tone shifted from playful to something more serious as he fixed his gaze on Levi.

„Was good to hear ya handled your little problem with the slant-eye,“ he said, pausing for a beat before adding, „but your fight still stands, yeah? You ain’t backin’ out on me, Levi. Bringin’ your name to the table always pulls in the cash.“ His voice was low, steady—Kenny wasn’t asking, he was reminding.

Levi’s expression darkened. Instead of responding, he reached out and shoved Kenny’s boot off the table with a sharp push. „Well, your feet don’t,“ he muttered.

Kenny let out a low growl but didn’t argue, just rolled his shoulders and left his boots where they belonged.

„Good, good,“ he muttered, taking a slow sip from his whiskey glass. He swirled the amber liquid absently, watching Levi with a look that held something almost… knowing. „Listen… ain’t nothin’ for you to be concerned about, but you always bitch like a damn pussy gettin‘ your panties in a twist when I don’t keep you in the loop.“

Levi’s glare sharpened, but Kenny didn’t give him a chance to cut in.

„That feelin’ in your gut? Wasn’t so far off,“ he went on, his tone more deliberate now. „Not the Azumabitos—nah, not them. But there’s trouble brewin’ with that Reiss fucker.“

Levi’s fingers tightened slightly around his glass. Beside him, Eren lifted an eyebrow.

„With who?“ Eren asked, shifting forward slightly in his seat.

Kenny exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. „Reiss. That old bastard,“ he said with a dry chuckle. „He might be sweatin’ behind bars, but that don’t mean shit. Still pullin’ strings like always. Tried growin’ some balls lately. Brings drugs into my damn territory an’ shit. But nothin’ I can’t handle.“

Levi leaned back, arms crossed, thinking. He wasn’t deep into Kenny’s business—had spent years keeping a careful distance—but the name wasn’t unfamiliar.

„Wasn’t he involved with brothels and strip clubs?“ Levi asked, his voice flat, trying to place the full picture.

Kenny snorted. „Yeah. Cheap whores, that’s him. Got the red lights glowin’ bright. Brings in girls from whatever fucked-up shithole he can find.“

Eren frowned, glancing between them. „What?“

Levi’s expression turned to stone. „Human trafficking,“ he clarified, his voice edged with something colder than anger—disgust.

Kenny watched him carefully, reading him like a well-worn book. He knew exactly what kind of shit made Levi tick, what lines he wouldn’t tolerate being crossed. After a pause, he muttered, „Might have to teach that fucker some manners.“

Kenny leaned back in his chair, swirling the last of his whiskey in his glass. He gave Levi a long, considering look before his lips curled into that familiar, wolfish grin.

„So,“ he drawled, „you in for a little party?“

The way he said it left no room for misinterpretation. He wasn’t talking about drinks and music—he was talking about dealing with Reiss.

Levi’s posture stiffened almost imperceptibly, but Kenny caught it. His shoulders squared, his jaw tightened just slightly, and his fingers curled around his glass with controlled tension.

„That’s your shit, not mine,“ Levi muttered, his voice steady but firm. „I’ll fight. But I’m out of whatever damn territory war you’ve got goin’ on.“

Kenny sighed, like he’d expected the answer but figured it was worth a shot anyway. He studied Levi for a beat, then his gaze shifted to Eren, something amused and sharp glinting in his eyes. His grin widened.

„How about you, boy?“ he asked, tilting his head. „Gonna join the family business?“

Before Eren could even process the question, Levi’s hand slammed down on the table—fast, sharp, and final. The impact sent a dull thud through the wood, making nearby glasses rattle.

„Don’t,“ Levi growled, his voice low and dangerous. His eyes locked onto Kenny’s with a silent warning, sharp as a blade. „You keep him out of this.“

Kenny raised his hands in mock surrender, though the smirk never left his face. „Alright, alright,“ he chuckled, clearly entertained. „Thought I’d try my luck.“ He took a slow sip of whiskey, then exhaled through his nose, his expression turning almost nostalgic. „Damn, I miss the old times, Levi.“

Levi didn’t react, but his grip on his glass tightened. Kenny, ever perceptive, caught it and smirked.

„You were always real skilled with those knives of yours,“ Kenny added, his tone laced with meaning.

Levi exhaled slowly, forcing himself to loosen his hold. He hated when Kenny brought that shit up—hated the memories that came with it. He had tried to leave that part of himself behind, even if it didn’t always stay buried. And while Eren knew about his past—had even accepted that Levi sometimes stepped outside the usual lines of morality—Levi never wanted him to see him that way.

But, as always, Eren had a way of surprising him.

Without hesitation, Eren reached out, cupping Levi’s cheek with a steady hand. His thumb traced along Levi’s jawline in a slow, grounding motion. When Levi turned to meet his gaze, Eren’s expression was calm but firm.

„He’s still good with his knives,“ Eren murmured, his voice carrying just the right weight. He wasn’t talking about the past. He was talking about the present—about Levi’s skill with a blade, about the way he handled himself with precision and control. About how he protected Eren when it mattered.

Then Eren’s expression darkened slightly as he turned to Kenny. His voice remained steady, but there was a warning beneath it.

„But you know that’s not how we want to live our lives, old man,“ he said, his turquoise eyes holding an edge. „Respect that.“

Kenny watched him for a moment, then let out a low chuckle. „Yeah, I heard,“ he muttered. The smirk on his face softened just slightly. „You two wanna play house an’ shit.“ He lifted his hat, brushing a hand through his greying hair before settling it back on his head. „That’s good.“

It almost sounded like approval.

Pushing himself out of his chair, Kenny stretched his arms like he was accepting that he’d lost the argument. But his tone turned business-like as he changed the subject.

„I’ll see you next week at the warehouse,“ he said to Levi, his sharp eyes flickering with unspoken meaning. „Stay sharp.“

Then he turned to Eren. „I’ll bring the chopper by.“

With that, he tipped his hat and walked off, leaving them in the lingering tension of the moment.

Levi’s gaze softened as he stared at the empty glass in front of him, his mind still lingering on the conversation with Kenny. It always seemed to pull him back in, but Eren’s touch brought him back to the present. The warmth of Eren’s fingers tracing down his neck grounded him, reminding him that there was still peace to be found.

„Don’t let it weigh you down,“ Eren murmured, his voice calm and steady. His presence was a steadying force, and as he moved in closer, his gaze never wavered from Levi’s. „Everything is okay.“

Levi’s breath hitched, his pulse quickening at the closeness, the warmth of Eren’s words. Without another thought, Eren closed the distance between them, his lips pressing softly but firmly against Levi’s. It was a familiar kiss—slow and comforting, like a promise, like a way of pushing everything else aside. The touch of their lips was grounding, the tension in Levi’s body melting away.

Eren deepened the kiss just slightly, his hand finding ist way to the back of Levi’s neck, holding him there. It wasn’t about passion, not in this moment—it was about connection. About Eren reminding Levi, without a word, that he was here, and he wasn’t going anywhere.

When they finally pulled apart, the world outside their bubble seemed distant and irrelevant. Levi’s chest rose and fell slowly, and for a moment, he just looked at Eren—his expression soft, the usual hardness in his eyes replaced with something warmer, something rare.

„Better?“ Eren whispered, his thumb gently brushing along Levi’s jawline.

Levi nodded, his lips curling into a small, contented smile. „Yeah,“ he replied softly. „Better.“

Eren smiled back, satisfied, and pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against Levi’s. „Good,“ he murmured, his fingers still lightly grazing Levi’s skin. „We’ve got tonight. Let’s not waste it.“

Levi exhaled, a quiet laugh escaping him. „Yeah, let’s go home.“

With that, they let the moment linger before heading out, the cool night air wrapping around them. They mounted their bikes, the engines roaring to life as Eren glanced at Levi with a smirk. Levi nodded, and they sped off into the quiet streets, the thrill of the ride filling the space between them.

X

On Sunday, Levi took Eren to the shooting range as he had promised. It was another chance to take the bikes, and the two of them had a playful race, the sound of their engines filling the air as they sped down the road. The wind rushed by them, and Eren laughed, enjoying the thrill. When they arrived at the range, they parked their bikes side by side, the sound of their engines dying down as they dismounted.

The shooting range was a well-maintained facility tucked in the countryside, with the distinct scent of earth and gunpowder in the air. The lanes were separated by thick barriers, and targets were set up at varying distances—some stationary, others moving. Eren stood off to the side, watching Levi closely.

Levi had already set up his target. He stood in a balanced, controlled stance, his sharp grey eyes narrowed in focus as he aimed his pistol. His posture was perfect, relaxed but confident, his grip steady as he pulled the gun up. Eren couldn’t help but admire the precision in Levi’s movements, the way his body seemed to naturally align with the target.

Levi’s movements were fluid as he squeezed the trigger. The shot rang out with a sharp crack, and the bullet hit the center of the target with pinpoint accuracy. Levi lowered the gun slowly, his expression calm. He didn’t look away from the target. Eren and Levi both removed their ear protection, and the sounds of the range returned.

„You never fail,” Eren said, impressed, his smile genuine.

Levi smirked, a hint of challenge in his voice. „Show me what you can do.”

Eren stepped forward with confidence, his taller frame standing steady and controlled. He grabbed his Sig Sauer, a gift from Levi, and checked the safety before flicking it off. His posture was precise as he aligned himself with the target, his grip firm but not overly tight, steadying the weapon.

He took a deep breath, centering himself, and then pulled the trigger. The gunshot cracked through the air, the recoil rumbling through his body, but Eren didn’t flinch. The bullet hit the target with a satisfying thud, the sound punctuating the heavy silence of the range.

He exhaled slowly, a grin forming on his face as he turned to Levi. „How was that?” he asked, waiting for Levi’s verdict.

Levi didn’t respond immediately, his sharp gaze moving from the target to Eren. After a brief pause, he nodded slightly, his approval clear in the subtle shift of his eyes.

Eren turned slightly, adjusting his stance, then moved with smooth precision as he brought the gun back into position.

In the tense atmosphere of the shooting range, Eren stood steady, his body poised in a sharp, precise position once again. His focus was absolute as his finger rested lightly on the trigger, his eyes locked on the target in the distance. The muffled sound of gunshots from other shooters echoed faintly in the background, but in his world, it was just him and the target. The rise and fall of his chest was controlled, his breath steady as he inhaled deeply, preparing for the next shot.

But then, he felt it. A subtle shift in the air, the brush of someone behind him. He didn’t have to turn to know it was Levi. The seasoned soldier always moved with purpose, careful not to disrupt anyone’s focus, but always close enough to offer his silent presence.

Levi stood just behind Eren, his form looming in the periphery of Eren’s vision, yet not too close to interfere. He was there, a looming figure of silent intensity. Eren could feel the heat of Levi’s body against his back as he gently placed his hands on Eren’s wrist, an unspoken reassurance that Levi was there. It wasn’t just the pressure on his skin that caught Eren’s attention, though—it was the warmth that radiated from the contact, a sharp reminder of how close they were.

The warmth was almost too much. Eren’s muscles twitched, momentarily faltering in his concentration, but he fought it down. Levi, ever perceptive, noticed the momentary hesitation and leaned in just slightly, shifting his weight so that he was just barely a whisper away from Eren’s ear. With deliberate slowness, Levi moved to pull Eren’s ear protection to the side with one hand, his breath warm against the sensitive skin of Eren’s neck.

The cool, plastic ear protection was moved aside, allowing the soft rush of Levi’s breath to wash over Eren’s exposed skin. Eren could feel the proximity, the heat of Levi’s body just behind him, sending a shiver down his spine.

„You’re really good,” Levi murmured, his voice a low, teasing drawl that seemed out of place in the quiet of the shooting range. Eren felt the heat of the words more than he heard them, a shiver racing down his spine. It was a tone that reminded him of moments from another time, another situation—something intimate, something charged. They both tangled together in bed, bodies intertwined, Levi’s deep voice with the erotic growl. The way Levi spoke was calculated, a silent challenge wrapped in an almost seductive hum.

Eren’s heart fluttered, his breathing slightly erratic, but he kept his stance, trying not to let his mind wander from his target. However, Levi wasn’t done with his game. Slowly, as if daring Eren to react, Levi’s hand slid down the curve of his hip, fingers brushing over the thin fabric of his shirt along his side before settling possessively on Eren’s backside, squeezing firmly.

Eren’s breath hitched at the touch, a mix of surprise and something else—something that tightened in his chest and made his pulse race. He didn’t break his posture, though. Instead, he steadied his breath, willing his body to focus on the task at hand.

Levi pressed closer, his chest brushing Eren’s back as he whispered in his ear again, his voice even lower now, almost a whisper in the darkness of Eren’s mind. „How concentrated are you… when I…” Levi’s fingers traced lightly over the curve of Eren’s groin, the pressure making Eren’s muscles tighten involuntarily.

Eren could feel the rush of heat flooding his body, and for a split second, his concentration faltered. His breath caught, a hard swallow escaping his throat. „…It’s not as easy,” Levi’s voice dropped, a teasing edge cutting through the air, „under pressure.”

And then Levi was even closer—pressing his body fully against Eren’s back, feeling the tension and strength of Eren’s muscles under his grip. One hand slid further, just enough to trace Eren’s front, cupping the growing arousal there. The sensation of Levi’s touch over him sent a rush of heat through Eren’s veins, his body fighting the need to react. He could feel his own body betraying him—pulsing with something that distracted him just as Levi intended.

But Eren was determined. His breath was sharp, and he grounded himself, forcing his mind to focus. He pushed back the swirling thoughts in his head, the tightness in his chest, the thrill in his body, and steadied his posture. Every muscle in his body aligned, his arms taut as he prepared himself to shoot. He could hear the quickening beat of his heart in his ears, but he inhaled deeply, letting the breath fill his lungs before releasing it slowly, pushing the pressure down. His hands tightened around the weapon, the slight tremor in his fingers giving way to perfect control.

Levi’s fingers didn’t stop moving, though, still lightly grazing the side of Eren’s body and his inner thighs right next to his growing erection, teasing him as he leaned into Eren’s ear, pressing against him like a magnet. Eren could feel the teasing touches moving from his hip to the sharpness of his groin, making his skin flare with heat.

The pressure was almost too much. Eren’s body ached to respond, but he breathed through it, eyes narrowed in focus as he lined up the shot. The target was in clear view now, and despite everything, despite the heat, the teasing, he was sharp, unyielding.

Levi’s fingers finally pulled away, giving Eren space just as he exhaled. The air felt thick with tension as Eren’s finger squeezed the trigger. His shot rang out, sharp and true, hitting dead center on the target.

Eren let out a long breath, feeling the burn in his chest from the tightness of the shot. He didn’t let himself react immediately, but inside, his pulse was still racing.

Levi was still there, just behind him, his presence lingering like a shadow.

„You’re good,” Levi’s voice was soft, low, but edged with something approving, though it had a distinct, lingering edge of amusement to it.

Eren didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he steadied his breath, eyes still locked on the target. Only when the lingering pressure in his chest eased did he turn, his expression tense, but with the faintest flicker of defiance in his gaze.

„You’re not getting me that easily,” Eren muttered, a challenge in his voice despite the flush still on his skin.

Levi’s gaze lingered on Eren, a slow smirk spreading across his face. He leaned in, his voice low and teasing.

„Good to know you can hit a target even when I’ve got you by the balls,” Levi remarked, clearly referring to the moments of distraction he’d caused.

Eren’s hand remained steady on the pistol, having secured the safety. He didn’t react to the comment, his expression a mix of amusement and challenge. „Guess I don’t fold under pressure,” he muttered, the teasing edge to his voice clear.

Levi raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. „Impressive,” he said, voice soft but edged with approval. „I didn’t think you’d be this focused with me distracting you.”

Eren turned slightly, meeting Levi’s gaze with a quiet challenge. „Maybe I like a little challenge,” he said, a small smirk pulling at his lips.

Levi’s expression softened, a mix of approval and amusement in his eyes. „I like that about you,” he replied quietly.

X

Chapter Text

No Regrets 2
Chapter 12 – Double Date

On Monday morning, the loud rumble of a truck engine echoed outside Mike’s Bike Shop, followed by the squeak of brakes as the vehicle rolled to a stop. Inside the shop, the usual sounds of work filled the air—clanking tools, the faint hum of an air compressor, and the gritty rock music playing from an old radio in the corner. The scent of motor oil and metal mixed with the crisp morning air as Eren wiped his hands on a rag, glancing up when he heard the truck’s door slam shut.

Kenny Ackerman had arrived.

The old bastard swaggered into the shop like he owned the place, dressed in his usual beat-up leather jacket and dark jeans, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His sharp eyes flicked between Eren and Mike, the lazy smirk on his face telling them he wasn’t here just for a friendly visit.

„Mornin’, boys.” Kenny’s voice carried that familiar drawl, casual but laced with amusement. He took a long drag from his cigarette before flicking it onto the pavement. „Hope y’all don’t mind me dumpin’ a little project on ya.”

Mike leaned against the workbench, arms crossed, already unimpressed. „Jesus, Kenny. You show up without draggin’ some half-dead machine with you?”

Kenny chuckled, tapping the edge of his truck’s tailgate. „Now, now. This one’s got character.”

Eren walked over, already eyeing the Iron Horse Chopper sitting in the truck bed. The bike was a beast—long and low, with extended front forks giving it that aggressive, stretched-out chopper stance. The S&S V-twin engine looked solid but was coated in dust and grime, like it hadn’t been fired up in years. The chrome exhaust pipes were dulled, the leather seat cracked, and the once sleek black paint was now faded and chipped.

Despite ist rough state, it still had presence. A classic early 2000s custom chopper, just waiting to be brought back to life.

„Damn,” Eren muttered, running a hand along the frame. „She’s seen better days, but she’s got good bones.”

Kenny smirked. „Shit, kid. If I thought she was a lost cause, I wouldn’t be wastin’ my time haulin’ her over here.” He clapped Eren on the shoulder. „That’s why I got you.”

Mike nodded toward the truck. „Alright, let’s get her inside.”

With a bit of maneuvering, Eren and Mike carefully unloaded the chopper, rolling it into the workshop’s main bay. The moment it hit the shop floor, Eren could already tell what needed work.

„Full tune-up,” he said, crouching to inspect the engine. „New spark plugs, fresh wiring, oil change… these tires are shot, too. And the paint…” He trailed off, brushing his fingers over the gas tank’s scratched-up surface.

Kenny grinned. „That’s where you come in.”

Eren raised a brow. „You want me to repaint it?”

„Damn right.” Kenny leaned against the counter, his sharp, knowing glint settling on Eren. „Ain’t no point ridin’ a chopper if she don’t turn heads. So, do your thing. Make her look mean.”

Mike let out a low whistle, arms crossed as he eyed the bike. „Can’t wait to see what Eren does with it.”

Kenny smirked, taking another drag from his cigarette. „Kid’s got talent.” His tone was teasing, but there was genuine confidence behind it. Then, with a slow exhale of smoke, he added with a smirk, „Besides, if he fucks it up, I’ll just make him repaint it ‘til he gets it right.” He glanced sideways at Eren before adding, „Or I tell Levi, and he beats your ass.”

Eren scoffed, shaking his head, but before he could fire back, Mike cut in with a dry smirk.

„Don’t.” Mike warned. „Or Eren’s gonna go on all day about how he’s into spanking.”

Kenny paused mid-motion, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck like he was trying to scrub the mental image out of his brain. „Nah, don’t need to hear that.” He muttered before shaking his head. Then, after a beat, he added with a lazy grin, „But good to know my nephew can keep it up—must be the family genes.”

Eren rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help the smirk tugging at his lips. He stepped back, giving the bike one last look, already envisioning what he’d do with it.

„Alright, Kenny. Let’s bring this beauty back to life.”

Kenny exhaled a satisfied breath, lighting another cigarette with a grin.

„That’s what I like to hear.”

_

With Kenny gone, the shop felt quieter, save for the occasional sound of tools clanking in the background and the faint hum of a distant engine outside.

Eren ran a hand over the Iron Horse Chopper, feeling the worn paint and cool metal beneath his fingers. The bike had potential—he could see it already. Beneath the dust and scuffs, the long, low-slung frame still had that unmistakable chopper elegance. The extended front forks gave it a bold, aggressive stance, and the big V-twin engine sat like the heart of a beast waiting to roar again.

The paint was faded, some areas chipped down to the primer, and the chrome had lost ist shine. The custom exhaust pipes had seen better days, and a few bolts were clearly mismatched—probably a rushed fix at some point. But none of that mattered. Eren already had a vision forming in his mind, something raw and striking.

His fingers lingered on the fuel tank, tapping against the metal as his mind worked through the details. This could be something special. A bike that would turn heads, just like Kenny wanted, but not in an over-the-top way—something powerful, something with presence.

Eren smirked to himself. Yeah, this was gonna be fun.

X

On Tuesday after work, Eren and Levi were getting ready for their double date with Jean and Marco. The bathroom was comfortably small, the soft glow of the vanity lights casting a warm hue over them as they stood side by side. The faint scent of Levi’s aftershave mixed with Eren’s shampoo, creating something familiar, something distinctly them.

Eren combed his long brown hair back, his fingers threading through the soft locks before gathering them into a loose bun at the nape of his neck. He secured it with a hair tie, pulling out just the right strands to frame his face. The movement was practiced, effortless.

Beside him, Levi stood in front of the mirror, his sharp grey eyes focused as he traced a clean, dark line of eyeliner along his lower lash line. His hand was steady, precise. The black makeup made his eyes look even more intense, giving them that cutting quality that made Eren’s chest tighten just a little.

Eren took a step back, adjusting the cuff of his black shirt as his gaze wandered over Levi’s outfit. A fitted black button-down, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, the shoulder panels accented with sleek leather. The subtle contrast of textures made the look stand out—dark, sharp, effortlessly Levi. His slim black pants hugged his form just right, a leather belt with a silver buckle sitting snug at his waist. Black boots waited by the door, the final touch to his meticulously put-together ensemble.

The look was sleek, refined. There was an extra edge to it, something bold that made Eren’s stomach tighten just a little.

Eren’s lips curled into a soft smile as he took it all in. „You look so good,” he muttered, voice warm with approval.

Levi shot him a side glance through the mirror, his expression unreadable at first. Then, the corner of his mouth quirked up in the faintest smirk. He put down the eyeliner, adjusting his sleeves before turning to face Eren fully.

„Tch. Don’t get distracted before we even leave,” he teased, but there was a flicker of amusement in his voice, a rare softness behind the sharpness.

Eren chuckled, stepping closer. „Can’t help it,” he murmured, brushing his fingers along the leather accents on Levi’s shoulders instead. „You in all black, with that eyeliner? It’s kinda unfair.”

His eyes traced Levi’s sharp, polished look before glancing down at himself. Dark blue jeans, fitted but not tight. A cream-colored shirt underneath an open dark button-down. It wasn’t overly stylish, but it wasn’t casual either—just the right balance. Still, standing next to Levi, who looked like he had stepped right out of some high-end gothic fashion catalog, Eren huffed a quiet laugh.

„I almost feel underdressed next to you,” he admitted, running a hand through his hair, making a few strands fall loose from his bun.

Levi, who had been eyeing him in that quiet, unreadable way of his, let his gaze linger. The cream shirt stretched just right over Eren’s broad chest, highlighting the toned definition beneath. Against his naturally sun-kissed skin, it looked damn good—better than it had any right to. His open button-down framed his form effortlessly, giving off that „just threw this on but still looks good“ kind of energy.

„Tch.” Levi clicked his tongue, crossing his arms. „Idiot. You look good.” The words were gruff, as if he couldn’t be bothered to elaborate, but there was no missing the way his eyes dragged over Eren’s frame just a second longer than necessary.

Eren grinned, his expression turning smug. „Yeah?”

Levi rolled his eyes but didn’t pull away when Eren leaned in just slightly, teasingly. Instead, Levi let his gaze flicker—just for a fraction of a second—to Eren’s lips before scoffing and grabbing his wrist.

„C’mon, lover boy,” he muttered, already pulling him toward the bedroom door. „We’re not making Jean and Marco wait just because you can’t keep it together.”

Eren smirked. Yeah, tonight was gonna be fun.

_

They took Levi’s Dodge Challenger tonight, letting their bikes rest for the evening. The deep rumble of the engine filled the quiet streets as they pulled up to the Spanish tapas bar where they had agreed to meet Jean and Marco.

The two were already waiting outside, standing near the warm glow of the restaurant’s entrance. Jean, dressed in a dark blazer over a simple shirt, had his hands stuffed in his pockets, while Marco, ever the easygoing one, leaned casually against the wall, wearing a soft smile as they spotted Eren and Levi arriving.

As Levi parked, Eren smirked at the sight of Jean shifting impatiently. „Bet he’s been whining about us being late.”

Levi snorted. „Let’s give him something real to complain about.”

Eren grinned as he stepped out of the car, already ready to stir the pot. He didn’t hesitate. The moment Levi shut off the engine, he reached over, grabbed him by the collar, and pulled him in—fast and firm.

Levi barely had time to react before Eren’s lips crashed against his, stealing his breath in one bold move. A surprised grunt left Levi’s throat as Eren pushed forward, guiding him back until his spine met the solid wall beside the car.

Jean let out an exaggerated groan. „Oh, for fuck’s sake—really? In the parking lot again?”

Marco chuckled, shaking his head. „Must be the cars. Every damn time.”

Jean huffed, crossing his arms. „Nah, it’s just Eren’s exhibitionism acting up again.”

They watched with amusement as Eren deepened the kiss, his grin evident even as he conquered Levi’s mouth. Levi, to his credit, didn’t fight it—but he sure as hell wasn’t letting Eren win that easily either. His hands found Eren’s waist, fingers digging in just enough to remind him who he was dealing with.

Eren pulled back just slightly, enough to murmur against Levi’s lips, „That real enough for you?”

Levi, his breath just a touch uneven, flicked his tongue against his teeth before muttering, „You’re such a damn show-off.” But the way he still held onto Eren’s waist? Yeah—he didn’t mind it one bit.

Jean rolled his eyes. „Yeah, yeah. Just get it out of your system before we go inside, will you?”

The group stepped inside the restaurant, immediately greeted by the warm scent of sizzling garlic, fresh seafood, and rich spices filling the air. The restaurant exuded a lively Spanish flair, with ist rustic yet inviting atmosphere. The walls were adorned with bright ceramic tiles in deep blues and warm oranges, featuring intricate patterns that spoke of old-world craftsmanship. Wooden beams stretched across the ceiling, and small pendant lights hung low, casting a cozy, golden glow over the space. The long bar at the front had bottles of wine and sherry on display, while tables were scattered with fresh flowers and colorful napkins, giving off a casual, yet vibrant vibe.

The lively chatter of other patrons mingled with the soft strains of flamenco guitar in the background, setting a relaxed yet energizing tone. It wasn’t an overly high-end place, but rather a beloved spot where locals and tourists alike gathered to share tapas, sip sangria, and enjoy the communal warmth that Spanish dining was known for. The ambiance was laid-back, a place where you could savor a meal with friends and enjoy a drink without feeling the need to stand on ceremony.

As they entered, a young waitress behind the bar caught sight of the group. She smiled brightly, her eyes sparkling with a playful glint as she made her way over. Her red dress was casual yet fitted, paired with a black apron tied at her waist. She looked at the group, giving them a slightly flirtatious smile as she greeted them, perhaps hoping to make a good impression, possibly anticipating a generous tip if she played it right.

Eren noticed the waitress’ attention right away, but what struck him most was Jean’s reaction—or rather, his lack of one. Jean didn’t bat an eye at the girl’s flirtatious smile. He didn’t even glance her way. Eren couldn’t help but silently give Jean credit for staying so composed. Whether the girl wasn’t his type at all, or if he had taken his recent relationship troubles with Marco to heart, it was clear Jean’s focus was elsewhere.

Instead, Jean turned his attention to Marco. With a soft, almost tender gesture, he took Marco’s hand in his, his thumb brushing gently across the back of it as he lifted Marco’s hand to place a kiss on his knuckles. It was such a simple, intimate moment, but it spoke volumes about where Jean’s focus truly lay.

Eren smiled, watching the subtle exchange. It was a quiet show of affection between the two. Jean might have been playful and impulsive at times, but in this moment, his attention was completely on Marco.

The group made their way to a table near the back, the wooden chairs creaking softly as they settled into place. The warmth of the restaurant, combined with the lively chatter of the patrons around them, created a comfortable, easy-going atmosphere. They grabbed their menus, scanning them for drink options as the waitress returned to take their orders.

Levi, always decisive, didn’t waste any time. He glanced at the wine list and nodded toward the waitress. „A bottle of Spanish red, please. Something bold.” His tone was authoritative, yet polite, a characteristic of his that never seemed to go unnoticed.

The waitress gave a small nod and walked off to retrieve the wine, leaving the group to peruse the tapas menu.

Eren, leaning back in his chair, couldn’t help but smile at the selection. Tapas was one of his favorite styles of dining—casual, communal, and filled with variety. The idea of trying several different dishes in one sitting always felt like an adventure for his taste buds.

„We should get a bunch to share,” he suggested, his eyes glancing over the list. „Something with seafood, something with meat… and, of course, the classic patatas bravas.”

Levi raised an eyebrow. „Are you sure you want patatas bravas? You’ve had them a million times.”

Eren shrugged nonchalantly. „Yeah, but they’re still my favorite. And they’re always so damn good.”

Jean, who had been scanning the menu with a bit more indecision, nodded in agreement. „Patatas bravas are a must. But how about some albondigas, too? Meatballs in tomato sauce?”

Marco, sitting next to him, smiled and chimed in. „I’m down for some garlic shrimp. You can’t go wrong with that. And maybe some chorizo, grilled.”

Levi, who had been silently reading over the menu, now looked up with his sharp gaze. „Fine. We’ll get those. But we’re also getting a few more adventurous ones. I want to try the croquetas de jamón, and we should definitely get the tortilla española.”

Eren grinned at Levi’s willingness to embrace some variety. „Nice. I’m also thinking about ordering some grilled octopus. It’s always incredible if they do it right.”

Levi nodded approvingly, his lips curling into a slight smile at Eren’s enthusiasm. „Fine, we’ll get all of that. And don’t forget the pimientos de padrón. Those little peppers are always a gamble.”

Jean chuckled, his eyes lighting up with excitement. „Yeah, the ones where you don’t know if you’ll get a sweet one or a super spicy one. Classic.”

They all agreed on the final list: patatas bravas, crispy fried potatoes served with a smoky, spicy tomato sauce; albondigas, savory Spanish meatballs simmered in a rich tomato sauce; gambas al ajillo, garlic shrimp sautéed in olive oil and garlic; chorizo, grilled Spanish sausage; croquetas de jamón, creamy ham croquettes; tortilla española, a thick Spanish omelette made with eggs, potatoes, and onions; pulpo a la gallega, tender grilled octopus seasoned with sea salt and paprika; and pimientos de padrón, small green peppers that were either sweet or spicy, deep-fried with sea salt.

As they finalized their order, the waitress returned with the bottle of red wine. She expertly opened it at the table, pouring each of them a glass with a quick, practiced motion before filling the bottle to sit in the center of the table. The deep ruby red of the wine gleamed under the warm light, a perfect accompaniment to the flavors they were about to enjoy.

Levi picked up his glass and gave it a small swirl before taking a sip. He looked satisfied. „That’s good. Should be a nice match with the tapas.”

Marco raised his glass in a silent toast, and the group followed suit, the clink of glasses ringing through the air for a brief moment. It was a simple gesture, but one that spoke of camaraderie and good times to come.

As the waiter began bringing the first of their tapas—pimientos de padrón and patatas bravas—the group settled in, the table starting to fill with plates. The warm smell of fried potatoes, garlic, and spices quickly enveloped them, and their conversation shifted to lighter, more relaxed topics. Laughter flowed freely as they dug into the dishes, each bite filled with vibrant, bold flavors. The patatas bravas were crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, drenched in the signature tangy tomato sauce, while the pimientos de padrón delivered that thrilling surprise of sweetness and heat.

As the rest of the tapas began to arrive—the gambas al ajillo, albondigas, and croquetas de jamón—the group eagerly dug in, sharing stories and teasing each other between bites. The night, like the meal, was effortlessly enjoyable—good food, good company, and a carefree atmosphere.

The meal carried on in a blur of good food, laughter, and easy conversation. The wine flowed steadily, and the warm buzz of alcohol mixed with the lively ambiance of the tapas bar. Plates were passed around, forks clinking softly against ceramic as they shared each dish, debating which was the best so far.

Jean groaned in satisfaction as he popped the last bite of croqueta into his mouth. „Alright, I take it back—Levi had the right idea with these. They’re damn good.”

Levi, unimpressed, picked at the tortilla española with his fork. „Tch. Like I needed your approval.”

Eren chuckled, leaning back in his chair as he took another sip from his second glass of wine. The deep red liquid coated his tongue, rich and smooth. He let it settle for a moment before glancing across the table at Jean and Marco, his gaze sharpening just slightly.

„So,” he started casually, swirling the wine in his glass, „everything’s going smoothly between you two?”

Jean, mid-sip of his own wine, shot him a look over the rim of his glass. „What’s with that tone?”

Marco, ever the peacemaker, gave a soft chuckle and leaned into Jean, draping an arm loosely around his shoulders. „Yeah, it’s all good,” he said with a warm smile. „We’re doing fine.”

Eren, watching them closely, wet his lips with the tip of his tongue before leaning forward slightly, resting an elbow on the table. His eyes held a glint of something—mischief, curiosity, or maybe both.

„Yeah?” he mused, his voice dropping just enough to be suggestive. He let the moment hang for a beat before adding, „If not… I mean, if you’re ever looking to spice things up…”

Levi, who had been reaching for his glass, stilled for a fraction of a second, already sensing where this was going.

Eren, completely unbothered, pressed on. „Levi surprised me with a vibrator last week.” He grinned, his teeth flashing. „I swear, I never thought I was into toys up my ass, but holy shit, it was so good.”

Jean, who had just taken a sip of wine, choked. He coughed violently, his eyes widening as he fumbled to set his glass down without spilling.

Marco’s brows shot up so fast they nearly disappeared into his hairline. „Oh,” was all he managed at first, blinking rapidly. Then, as the words actually sank in, his lips parted in pure surprise. „Wait—Levi?”

Levi, expression blank, rolled his eyes and took a slow sip of his wine, as if this conversation was as mundane as discussing the weather. „Why the hell are you like this?” he muttered at Eren.

Eren just smirked. „What? I’m just sharing.”

Jean, still red-faced, wiped his mouth aggressively with his napkin and shot him a glare. „Sharing too much.”

Marco, meanwhile, was still recovering. „Wait, but—like, did you actually like it? I mean—” He stopped himself, then rubbed the back of his neck. „I don’t know why I’m asking. I just—wasn’t expecting that.”

Eren, enjoying every second of their reactions, shrugged. „I wasn’t expecting it either, but I’m telling you, mind-blowing. Try it yourself.” He took another sip of wine, completely at ease.

Jean groaned, scrubbing a hand down his face. „We’re eating.”

Levi, exhaling through his nose, finally turned to Marco. „You’d think he’d learn to keep his damn mouth shut.”

Eren grinned, nudging Levi with his knee under the table. „Oh, come on. It’s not like you didn’t enjoy using it on me.”

Levi’s face remained stoic, but his grip on his wine glass tightened just slightly. He set it down with deliberate care, his movements controlled, precise—too precise. Then, fixing Eren with a flat, unimpressed stare, he muttered, „You have two seconds to stop talking before I spank you.”

Eren, instead of taking the warning seriously, only grinned wider. He leaned in just slightly, lowering his voice just enough to be teasing. „Oh yeah?” he murmured, eyes gleaming with mischief. „Spank me, daddy.”

Jean, who had just managed to recover, groaned loudly and scrubbed a hand down his face. „For fuck’s sake,” he muttered. Then, as if needing to redirect the conversation before it spiraled even further, he pointed an accusing finger at Marco. „If you ever start talking about our private life like this, I swear—”

Marco, caught between amusement and mild alarm, raised both hands in surrender. „Hey, hey! I’m just an innocent bystander here.” Then, after a beat, he shot Jean a cheeky grin. „But, y’know… never say never.”

Jean groaned again, this time with more conviction, and grabbed his wine glass like it was the only thing anchoring him to reality.

Eren smirked, pleased with himself, and leaned back in his chair with a satisfied hum. „See? Just planting the seed.”

Levi exhaled through his nose, fingers curling briefly against the table before making his move. Without a hint of hesitation—and without a single change in his expression—his hand slipped under the table and landed directly in Eren’s lap.

Eren barely had time to process it before Levi’s palm pressed down firmly, fingers shifting just enough to apply the right kind of friction. His breath hitched, a startled gasp escaping him before he bit down on his lip, barely managing to swallow the moan that threatened to slip free. His body reacted instantly, heat pooling low in his stomach, his pulse quickening.

Levi, still appearing completely unaffected, simply swirled the wine in his glass with his free hand, eyes flicking lazily across the table as if he wasn’t currently driving Eren insane. The only giveaway was the slight curl of his lips, the barest hint of amusement ghosting across his otherwise impassive face.

Eren’s fingers tightened around his own glass as his cheeks flushed—not with embarrassment, but from the slow, deliberate stimulation Levi was subjecting him to. His cock twitched beneath Levi’s palm, his body betraying him as he struggled to keep his composure.

Jean, oblivious to what was happening under the table, huffed in exasperation. „You better not be thinking of saying more weird shit, Eren.”

Eren swallowed hard, voice slightly strained as he forced out a casual, „Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Levi’s fingers flexed slightly in his lap, and Eren gripped his glas just a little tighter. He leaned in, his breath warm against Eren’s ear as he murmured, his voice smooth and low, just for him.

„You like this, don’t you?” His fingers curled slightly, applying just enough pressure to make Eren’s thighs tense. „Me having my way with you, no matter where we are. No matter who’s watching.”

Eren sucked in a sharp breath, gripping the stem of his wine glass like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to reality. His body was betraying him spectacularly, heat coiling tighter with every slow, deliberate motion of Levi’s hand.

Levi’s lips barely ghosted over the shell of his ear, teasing, taunting. „You talk a big game, but look at you.” His fingers flexed again, massaging over Eren’s growing hardness, slow and deliberate. „Already like this, and I’ve barely done anything. You’re playing a dangerous game, baby.”

Eren clenched his jaw, his grip tightening on the tablecloth as he forced himself to keep his breathing steady. He turned his head just enough to meet Levi’s gaze, his green eyes dark with challenge. „You’re the one who’s playing. You are teasing me.” His voice was rough, lower than usual.

Levi’s smirk was subtle, but his eyes gleamed with amusement. „Am I?” He pressed his palm down again, the friction just enough to make Eren’s breath hitch.

Across the table, Jean got suspicious. „You two better not be doing anything in the restaurant.”

Marco, however, tilted his head, his gaze flicking between them with mild suspicion. He narrowed his eyes slightly, then hummed. „Actually… I think Levi’s up to something.”

Eren exhaled a quiet curse under his breath, shifting slightly as heat curled low in his stomach. But Levi didn’t let up. If anything, he applied a little more pressure, fingers curling just enough to send another spark of pleasure through Eren’s body.

Levi’s smirk deepened as he leaned in, his lips barely brushing the shell of Eren’s ear. „That’s right,” he murmured, voice smooth and teasing. „Be good and take it.”

The waitress arrived just as Levi squeezed down on Eren’s growing arousal, his fingers pressing with deliberate intent. Eren’s breath hitched sharply, and he barely managed to bite down a moan, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the table’s edge.

The girl paused, blinking at Eren in mild surprise. „Uh… everything okay?”

Jean shot Eren a sharp, knowing look, his brows furrowing. „Dude.” The warning in his voice was clear.

Eren forced a casual smile, clearing his throat as he scrambled for composure. „Yeah—yeah, all good. Just—uh.” He exhaled, willing his voice to stay even. „A round of sangria, please.”

As the waitress nodded and turned away, Levi’s hand didn’t budge. If anything, he applied just a bit more pressure, his fingers flexing against Eren’s now fully-hard erection.

Eren swallowed hard, his hips betraying him as they rocked up into Levi’s touch, chasing friction.

Levi, still the picture of calm, barely glanced at him, but the corner of his mouth lifted in the faintest smirk.

Marco exhaled a quiet chuckle, swirling the last sip of his wine before setting the glass down. His brown eyes flicked between Levi and Eren, taking in the tension crackling between them, the way Eren’s breath was just a little too uneven, and the subtle, knowing look in Levi’s eyes.

With an easy smirk, Marco leaned in slightly, voice low but laced with amusement. „Can you two stop it?” His gaze settled on Levi before shifting to Eren, a single brow quirking. „I mean, I don’t really care what you do, but I’d rather not get kicked out here.”

Jean, who had been half-distracted by his drink, looked up sharply. „Wait—what?” His eyes darted between them, suspicion narrowing his features. „Are they really—” He cut himself off, eyes widening slightly before groaning. „Oh, for fuck’s sake, seriously?”

Eren, trying and failing to compose himself, shot Marco a lopsided grin. „We’re not doing anything.” His voice, despite his best efforts, came out just a little too breathy.

Levi, still entirely unbothered, withdrew his hand with a final, deliberate squeeze before reaching for his wine glass as if nothing had happened. He took a slow sip, then shot Marco a flat but vaguely amused look. „Happy now?”

Marco huffed, shaking his head, though his lips twitched with suppressed laughter. „Yeah, thrilled.” He leaned back against his chair, rolling his eyes playfully. „You two are unbelievable.”

Jean, meanwhile, rubbed his temples, muttering under his breath before downing the rest of his drink in one go. „I hate this group.”

The waitress returned with a large, clear glass pitcher of sangria, filled with deep red wine infused with slices of oranges, lemons, and apples, their colors bright against the dark liquid. The rich aroma of citrus and sweet wine wafted up as she set it down in the middle of the table. Ice cubes clinked softly, keeping the drink refreshingly chilled. She placed four short-stemmed wine glasses in front of them, each one slightly rounded to enhance the aroma of the sangria, before giving them a pleasant smile and stepping away.

Eren exhaled slowly, trying to compose himself. His cock was still pressing uncomfortably against the inside of his pants, throbbing from Levi’s teasing, and he was already at the point where he didn’t think he’d care if Levi pushed him over the edge right then and there. But he managed—somehow—to keep it together. Barely.

Marco, ever the laid-back one, poured the sangria into each of their glasses before leaning forward with a grin. „Alright, let’s make this more interesting.” He tilted his head, eyes glinting with mischief. „Never Have I Ever—drinking edition.”

Jean groaned but didn’t protest, while Eren smirked, knowing exactly where this was going.

Levi, who still looked completely composed, quirked a brow. „Tch. Childish.” But he still took his glass.

Marco grinned. „Come on, you know the rules. We take turns saying ‘Never have I ever’ followed by something we’ve never done. If you have done it, you take a drink.” He glanced between them. „No lying, no dodging. Simple.”

Jean gave him a dry look. „Yeah, and it’s just a way to dig up everyone’s dirt.”

„Exactly.” Marco shot him a cheeky smile. „So, who’s first?”

Levi leaned back in his chair. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d played a drinking game like this—maybe back in his youth with Isabel and Farlan. Not that he’d ever cared much for these kinds of games. But if he was going to play, he wasn’t about to hold back.

With his usual bluntness, he glanced around the table and stated flatly, „Never have I ever gotten off in a public place.“

No one was shocked. They all knew Levi well enough by now.

Jean exhaled through his nose, unimpressed. „Really? Starting with that? Levi, we all know you’ve fucked Eren in public before.“

„And?“ Levi deadpanned, taking a slow sip of his sangria anyway, because he clearly didn’t give a damn about the rules.

Eren huffed a laugh, shaking his head as he reached for his own glass. „You’re such an ass.“ But there was something in the way Levi’s sharp gaze lingered on him—just the faintest flicker of amusement, a silent dare.

Marco, already entertained, rested his chin on his hand. „You just wanted to make Eren drink, didn’t you?“

Levi’s smirk barely showed, but it was there. „Obviously.“

Eren rolled his eyes but took a sip anyway, meeting Levi’s gaze head-on as he did.

Jean groaned, rubbing his temples. „Oh great. Now I have to sit through this whole game while you two eye-fuck across the table.“

Marco chuckled, nudging him. „C’mon, it’s your turn. Make it count.“

Jean sighed, running a hand through his hair before muttering, „Fine. Never have I ever had sex on a motorcycle.“

Eren and Levi both exchanged a look. Neither of them moved to drink.

Jean stared at them, then narrowed his eyes. „…Wait. Seriously? Not even once?“

Levi scoffed. „Tch.“

Eren smirked, leaning back in his chair as he glanced over at Jean. „It’s actually already planned,“ he said nonchalantly, his voice laced with just the right amount of mischief.

Levi, clearly unimpressed, took his turn next. He glanced around the table before stating flatly, „Never have I ever done cocaine.“

He didn’t drink. Eren didn’t drink. But Marco? He paused, then with a small, almost sheepish grin, picked up his glass and took a sip.

Jean’s head snapped toward him. „Wait—you?“

Marco just shrugged. „College was a time.“

Jean exhaled, shaking his head. „You guys are actually insane.“ He huffed, still eyeing Marco like he was reconsidering everything he thought he knew about him. Then, with a shake of his head, he sighed and leaned forward.

„Alright, whatever. Never have I ever sent nudes accidentally to a family member.“

Eren snorted, amused. „That’s oddly specific, Jean.“

Jean rolled his eyes. „Just answer the damn question.“

No one moved for a second. Then, slowly, Marco sighed, muttering under his breath before taking a reluctant sip of his drink.

Jean’s eyes widened. „Oh, for fuck’s sake—you again?!“

Marco groaned, rubbing a hand down his face. „It was one time. And I was very drunk.“

Eren chuckled. „Who’d you send it to?“

Marco hesitated, then grumbled, „My cousin.“

Jean nearly choked on his drink. „Holy shit.“

Marco held up a finger. „She was chill about it!“

Marco only grinned, unbothered. „Alright, Eren, your turn.“

Eren tilted his head slightly, a smirk playing on his lips as he considered his next move. His fingers drummed idly against the stem of his glass before he finally spoke.

„Never have I ever had sex somewhere dirty—like a back alley.“

It was meant to be a throwaway statement, a casual challenge just to see who might react. He expected Jean or Marco to scoff, maybe roll their eyes. What he didn’t expect was for Levi to go still for half a beat—just long enough for Eren to notice—before he exhaled, picked up his glass, and took a slow, measured sip.

Eren blinked.

Wait.

Levi had never fucked him in an alley.

The realization hit all at once, his stomach twisting in a way he immediately told himself was irrational. It didn’t matter. It was in the past. This was Levi. Of course, he had a past.

But the idea of someone else touching Levi, someone else having had him like that, rough and desperate against a brick wall, made something dark and possessive coil deep in Eren’s chest.

He forced his smirk to stay in place, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

„Huh,“ he mused, swirling his drink. „Didn’t expect that.“

Levi’s sharp gaze flicked to him, reading him like an open book, but he said nothing at first. Instead, he leaned back, rolling his wine glass between his fingers.

„Tch. You gonna start pouting now?“ His voice was smooth, unimpressed.

Eren scoffed, setting his glass down with just a little more force than necessary. „Why would I? It’s just a game.“

Marco, sensing the shift in the air, watched with interest but wisely stayed out of it. Jean, however, exhaled heavily.

„Oh, for fuck’s sake—“

Eren ignored him. His gaze stayed locked onto Levi, and despite his casual posture, his fingers curled just a little too tightly around the stem of his glass. The jealousy was there, thrumming under his skin, spreading like heat, like an itch he couldn’t scratch.

And Levi, as always, caught onto it before Eren even had to say anything. A flicker of amusement danced in his expression, but beneath it was something sharper, something knowing.

„You’re ridiculous,“ he muttered, taking another sip.

Eren huffed a short, humorless laugh. „Am I?“ His voice was level, but there was an edge to it.

Levi hummed, setting his glass down. His smirk was barely there, but his eyes stayed on Eren. „You’re acting like I cheated on you.“

Eren knew it was stupid, knew it wasn’t rational, but that didn’t stop the way his grip tightened around his glass. „Didn’t say that.“

Levi tilted his head slightly, watching him closely. Then, with deliberate ease, he shifted, resting his arm along the back of Eren’s chair, leaning in just enough that his breath ghosted warm against Eren’s ear.

„Then what is it, exactly?“

Eren’s jaw clenched. He wanted to be rational, wanted to be the cool, laid-back boyfriend who didn’t get caught up in shit like this. But instead, his hand found Levi’s thigh under the table, fingers flexing possessively against the fabric.

„Nothing,“ he muttered, but it came out too fast, too clipped. Levi chuckled, low and knowing, and fuck, Eren hated how much he liked that sound. „Right,“ Levi murmured, though his hand slid over Eren’s wrist, thumb tracing slow, steady circles against his skin.

Jean groaned, rubbing his temples. „Can we please just play the damn game without you two making everything into some kind of power struggle?“

Marco, biting back a grin, raised his glass. „I think it’s entertaining.“

Eren ignored both of them. His blood burned, his pulse thrumming with something deep, something possessive. His grip on Levi’s thigh tightened, his body practically humming with unspoken frustration.

Levi, still smirking, leaned in just a little closer, his voice dropping lower, meant only for Eren.

„You really want to stake your claim that bad, huh?“

Eren exhaled sharply, his fingers twitching, his body aching with the need to do something.

Levi watched him carefully, catching every flicker of tension, every unreadable emotion in his expression. He wasn’t dismissing it, wasn’t blocking Eren out. Instead, his touch against Eren’s wrist was steady, grounding.

„Eren,“ he murmured.

Green eyes flicked up to meet his, still dark, still clouded with something hot and possessive. But Levi didn’t look away.

„It was nothing,“ Levi said simply, voice calm and even. „Not even worth remembering.“

Eren’s jaw stayed tight. He wanted to believe that. He should believe that. But the thought still lingered—someone else had touched Levi like that, had made him come undone in the dark, and Eren hated it more than he could explain.

Levi sighed, shaking his head slightly, as if he could see every thought running through Eren’s head. So, instead of dismissing it, he did the only thing that ever worked—he gave Eren something solid to hold onto.

His hand slid from Eren’s wrist to his jaw, fingers pressing just enough to make sure he was listening.

„You’re the only one I want,“ he murmured. „The only one who matters.“ His thumb brushed over Eren’s cheek, slow, sure. „We can make new memories—whatever you want.“

Eren swallowed hard, something hot curling in his chest. His grip on Levi tightened.

Levi smirked, but it was softer now, almost fond. „If it takes fucking in an alley to prove it to you, then fine.“

Eren exhaled sharply, his fingers flexing against Levi’s thigh before dragging higher. His lips parted slightly, pupils blown wide, and fuck—Levi could feel the heat rolling off him, the intensity in his gaze pinning him in place.

„Careful,“ Levi warned, voice dropping lower, his smirk deepening just slightly. „You keep looking at me like that, we might not even make it through this round.“

Eren huffed a breathless laugh, but his hand didn’t move. If anything, he squeezed a little harder. „I don’t care about the game,“ he muttered.

Levi tilted his head, his fingers still pressing lightly against Eren’s jaw. „No?“

Eren shook his head, barely a movement. His heart was hammering in his chest, his entire body wound tight. He wanted Levi. Only Levi. He wanted to burn away any trace of the past that threatened to take up space in his mind.

Levi, as always, understood without Eren even needing to say it. His smirk faded into something quieter, something real. He leaned in just a fraction, his lips brushing Eren’s ear as he whispered,

„Then let’s get out of here.“

Eren didn’t hesitate. He shoved back from the table, chair scraping against the floor. Marco blinked, Jean groaned, but Eren didn’t care. His hand shot out, fingers curling around Levi’s wrist, tugging him up with him.

Levi followed easily, like he’d been waiting for this all along.

„Finally,“ Marco muttered, shaking his head with a chuckle.

Jean scowled into his drink. „They are like animals.“

But Eren and Levi were already slipping out into the night, the game forgotten. Because right now, Eren didn’t give a damn about who was watching.

Right now, he just wanted Levi.

And judging by the way Levi let Eren shove him against the first shadowed alley wall they found, his smirk lazy but his eyes dark with intent—Levi wanted him just as much.

_

The city hummed around them. The sharp, distant clatter of traffic and the murmur of voices drifted through the alley, fading just enough for Eren to feel the pulse of the night in his chest. The air was cool, thick with the scent of rain and city concrete, but there was heat between them, more pressing than the night itself.

Levi’s hand gripped the back of Eren’s neck, pulling him close until their breaths mingled, their faces inches apart. The dim streetlight from the corner cast long shadows over the alley, creating pockets of darkness where only the sound of their breathing and the rush of distant cars filled the silence.

„You sure about this?” Levi’s voice was low, a hint of roughness underneath, though it was hard to say if it was from anticipation or just the setting. His gaze flickered toward the street, just a few steps away, before returning to Eren’s eyes, daring him to back down.

Eren’s heart was racing, his pulse quickened by the proximity, the risk. The cool breeze brushed against his skin, but his body felt warm, almost feverish. „Yeah,” Eren breathed out, his lips curving into a smile that was anything but innocent. „No turning back now.”

Levi didn’t waste a moment. He pressed his body against Eren’s, trapping him against the brick wall of the alley. Eren could feel the hardness of Levi’s chest, the sharp line of muscle beneath his shirt, the heat radiating from his skin. Eren’s hands slid around Levi’s waist, pulling him closer, as the distant sound of footsteps echoed through the night.

There was a beat of hesitation. The city moved on around them, unaware, while they were wrapped in this stolen moment. Levi’s eyes darkened, his breath fanning across Eren’s face as he lowered his lips to Eren’s, their mouths meeting in a kiss that was both hungry and slow, as if savoring the forbidden.

Levi turned Eren around with a firm but deliberate motion, his hands running down Eren’s body, feeling the tautness of his muscles beneath the fabric. He cupped Eren’s ass, fingers pressing gently against the firm flesh, pulling him in closer. The rush of anticipation was palpable as Eren’s body reacted, his movements quick and eager as he unbuttoned his pants. This wasn’t the time for hesitation; both of them were too desperate to waste a single second.

Levi wasted no time. He pulled his own pants open, pushing them down just enough to free himself, the warmth of his skin meeting the cool air of the alley. He pressed himself forward, the feeling of Eren’s body against his own sending a jolt of need through him. His cock brushed against Eren’s skin, a fleeting touch that left him aching for more.

Eren braced himself against the rough texture of the brick wall, his palms flat against the surface, the hardness of it grounding him. His body arched instinctively, his back curving to meet Levi’s, his hips pushing back slightly, as if silently asking for Levi to take the lead. The tension between them thickened, the night air heavy with anticipation, and the distant hum of the city faded into a blur, leaving only the sound of their ragged breathing.

Levi sucked his fingers, making them wet with saliva. He spread Eren’s cheeks with one hand and rubbed his wet fingers against Eren’s entrance. Leaning forward, he growled, „Think you can take it? I have no lube, so be good and relax for me.“

„Yeah, come on, put it in,“ Eren wiggled his ass back against Levi’s fingers, eager to get them inside.

The alley was dimly lit, the flickering glow of a distant streetlamp casting long shadows against the rough brick walls. The air was thick with summer heat, clinging to their skin, making their breaths feel heavier, more desperate. The scent of sweat and arousal mixed with the faint, lingering scent of rain from earlier that evening, the damp pavement cool beneath their feet.

Levi pressed in, his fingers moving with deliberate precision, feeling the tight muscles around them begin to relax. The sensation made Eren gasp, his body instinctively pushing back, needing more, craving the fullness he knew was coming. His chest rose and fell with deep, shuddering breaths, his forehead nearly pressing against the brick as he tried to keep himself steady.

„Fuck—“ Eren exhaled, his voice breaking as Levi curled his fingers inside him, finding the spot that sent electric pleasure shooting up his spine.

„Damn, you’re always so eager for me,“ Levi murmured, his voice low and rough, thick with desire and fascination. His free hand traced over the curve of Eren’s hip, his touch firm yet reverent. He loved this—the way Eren responded so beautifully, the way his body trembled under Levi’s hands, willing, trusting, his.

Eren’s nails scraped lightly against the brick, his muscles tightening for a moment before he forced himself to relax, to open up. He needed more, but Levi was taking his time, teasing him with deep, slow strokes of his fingers, watching his reactions with dark, hungry eyes.

„Levi,“ Eren moaned, his voice breathless, pleading.

Levi’s fingers moved faster, his rhythm unrelenting, pushing deep and curling just right, making Eren clench around him. His other hand gripped Eren’s hip possessively, his breath coming in short, heated bursts against the back of his neck. The anticipation was coiling tight inside him, the need to be inside Eren almost unbearable.

„Fuck, you have no idea how much I want you,“ Levi growled, voice nearly a snarl, his restraint fraying. He pulled his fingers out, earning a needy whimper from Eren, before reaching down to grasp his own aching cock. His fingertips smeared the leaking precum over the head, then slid it between Eren’s cheeks, teasingly rubbing it against his entrance.

„Put it in,“ Eren demanded again, rutting back against him shamelessly, trying to take what he wanted.

Levi smirked, pressing just the tip inside, enough for Eren to feel the stretch, the promise of more. Then he pulled back.

„You want my cock?“ Levi taunted, his voice a husky whisper against Eren’s ear.

„Fuck yes, please,“ Eren growled, glancing over his shoulder with a fierce, burning gaze, his green eyes blown wide with lust.

„Already begging,“ Levi murmured, smirking against the nape of Eren’s neck as he palmed his ass, spreading him open before pressing back in, sinking in just a little deeper this time. The heat of Eren’s body, the way he clenched around him—it was intoxicating.

Levi let out a low, satisfied groan as he pushed forward, sinking in all the way. The tight, searing heat around his cock made his breath hitch, his grip on Eren’s hip tightening. „So perfect,“ he murmured, feeling Eren shudder beneath him.

Eren gasped sharply, the stretch almost overwhelming without much preparation. It was on the edge of pain, but it was the kind of ache that made his head spin, made his cock throb against the rough fabric of his pants. His fingers dug into the bricks, trying to find something to hold onto, but there was nothing except Levi—Levi, who was buried deep inside him, keeping him grounded, making him feel so fucking good.

His clothes felt suffocating, the heat of the summer night making sweat drip down his back, the air thick and heavy around them. He wanted to rip everything off, to feel Levi’s skin against his, but they were out in the open, in the back of a secluded alley where anyone could pass by. That only made it hotter.

Levi was so deep, so hard inside him, and Eren could feel every pulse, every twitch, the aching need for friction mounting unbearably.

„Move, damn it—fuck me,“ Eren gritted out, pushing back to get him to move, to give him what he needed.

Levi’s fingers tightened on his hips, holding him still. „Moan my name again,“ he demanded, his voice laced with possessiveness. „Let everyone who’s listening know you’re mine.“

Then he thrust in. Hard.

„Levi—!“ Eren gasped, the name tearing from his throat as pleasure flared through him, making his cock throb, making his legs tremble.

„Again,“ Levi commanded, his tone dark, dangerous, intoxicating.

„Levi,“ Eren moaned again, and that was all it took for Levi to start moving in earnest, pounding into him with deep, precise thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the alley, mingling with their ragged breaths and the occasional distant sounds of the city.

„Fuck,“ Eren gasped, his voice breaking as Levi hit that spot—the one that sent fire through his veins, that made his entire body shake with pleasure. His fingers curled against the wall, his toes pressing into his boots as his back arched, desperate for more, for everything.

Levi’s hands slipped under the hem of Eren’s shirt, shoving it up his back, exposing the sweat-damp skin beneath. The night air felt cool against his overheated flesh, but Levi’s hands were hot, scorching against his body as they roamed over him—both possessive and tender, rough and reverent.

„You got such a perfect ass,“ Levi groaned, voice thick with lust, his grip tightening. „So good for me. Only mine.“

Eren let out a breathy laugh between gasps, despite how overwhelmed he was. „Ah—You love my ass that much?“ he teased, voice shaky, raw with pleasure.

Levi’s thrusts grew sharper, making Eren cry out, his whole body trembling. „You’re mine too, Levi,“ Eren panted, voice rough and desperate. „Only mine—Ah, oh fuck—!“

Levi growled in response, his pace relentless, every thrust making Eren unravel beneath him. Their bodies moved together in a feverish rhythm, lost in each other, lost in the heat, the pleasure, the undeniable pull between them.

Levi’s rhythm grew rougher, more desperate, the slick sound of him pounding into Eren filling the alley along with their ragged breaths and the obscene slap of his balls against Eren’s reddened ass. The heat between them was unbearable, suffocating in the best way, their sweat-slicked bodies moving in perfect sync, lost in the raw, primal need for release.

Eren was falling apart beneath him, his fingers scratching against the rough brick wall, his legs trembling with the overwhelming pleasure building inside him. Every deep, precise thrust sent sparks of white-hot electricity racing up his spine, the tight coil of heat in his belly twisting unbearably tight. Levi was relentless, his cock hitting that devastating spot inside him over and over again, making Eren cry out, his moans loud, filthy, needy.

„Levi—fuck, you’re—” His words broke off into a breathless whimper, his hips bucking back to meet each thrust, desperate for more, for everything. His body was on fire, skin flushed, nerves hypersensitive to every single touch.

Levi gritted his teeth, trying to hold on just a little longer, trying to savor the way Eren clenched around him, tight and hot and perfect. His hands were everywhere—one gripping Eren’s waist with bruising force, the other roaming up his damp skin, slipping under his shirt to feel the ridges of his back, the way his muscles tensed under each thrust. His fingers dug into the heated flesh, possessive, claiming.

„You feel so fucking good,” Levi growled, voice rough, uneven. His breath was hot against Eren’s ear, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of his nape before he bit down, just hard enough to make Eren shudder violently beneath him. „So fucking tight—mine.”

Eren moaned at that, his cock twitching between his legs, aching, leaking precum onto his lower stomach. His mind was spinning, body trembling on the edge, the pressure inside him almost unbearable. He couldn’t take it anymore—he needed to come. Now.

His hand shot down, fingers wrapping around his own cock, already slick with need. He started stroking himself in time with Levi’s thrusts, his grip firm, his strokes fast and desperate. The added friction sent pleasure spiraling through him, the sensations intensifying to a fever pitch, his entire body wound tight like a bowstring ready to snap.

Levi felt him tighten even more around him, the way Eren’s body responded to every thrust driving him absolutely insane. His balls slapped against Eren’s ass with every deep, punishing thrust, the wet heat around him making it almost impossible to hold back any longer.

„Levi—fuck—fuck, I’m—” Eren gasped, voice cracking, his body seizing up. His strokes on his cock turned frantic, his muscles clenching, his mind blanking as the pressure inside him finally snapped.

He came with a loud, broken cry, pleasure ripping through him like a tidal wave. His vision went white, body convulsing as thick ropes of cum spilled over his fingers, dripping onto the brick wall in front of him. His entire body trembled, legs threatening to give out as his orgasm wracked through him in pulsing waves.

The sensation of Eren clenching around him, so tight and desperate, sent Levi spiraling right after him. He let out a deep, guttural moan as his own orgasm crashed over him, his hips stuttering as he buried himself as deep as he could, emptying himself inside Eren with forceful pulses. His whole body shuddered, his grip tightening on Eren’s waist as he rode out the intense, overwhelming pleasure.

For a long moment, all that could be heard was their heavy, ragged breathing, the alley thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Levi slumped forward, pressing his forehead against the back of Eren’s neck, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath.

Then—

A loud siren split through the silence.

The distant wail grew closer, then suddenly, the unmistakable sound of a car pulling up right at the entrance of the alley.

Levi’s body went rigid, his post-orgasmic haze vanishing in an instant.

„Shit,” he hissed, pulling out hastily, his still-sensitive cock twitching at the loss of heat. He barely had time to shove himself back into his pants, fastening his belt with swift, practiced movements as headlights flooded the alley in bright, blinding light.

Eren, still breathless, turned around, slumping back against the brick wall as he hastily pulled his pants up. His fingers trembled slightly, his chest still rising and falling heavily, the aftershocks of his orgasm making his knees weak. He looked wrecked—cheeks flushed, hair messy, lips swollen and slightly parted as he tried to steady his breathing. A satisfied grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, but it was quickly dulled by concern as his eyes flicked toward the source of the sirens.

A police car.

The door slammed shut, and two officers started making their way toward them.

Levi clenched his jaw, quickly scanning the situation, his heartbeat still erratic—not from the sex, but from the very real possibility of getting caught.

„Well, fuck,” Eren muttered under his breath, eyes locked on the approaching officers.

…

X

Chapter Text

No Regrets 2
Chapter 13 – Arrested

The cool night air was still thick with the remnants of sweat and arousal when the red and blue lights flashed across the brick walls, cutting through the haze of post-coital bliss like a blade. Levi barely had time to register the distant wail of sirens before the patrol car pulled up, ist headlights flooding the alley in an unforgiving glare.

His heart rate, which had just begun to settle, spiked again—but this time, not from pleasure.

„Shit,” Levi hissed under his breath, yanking his pants up and fastening his belt with practiced speed. Eren, still catching his breath, turned to lean against the brick wall, his face flushed, his hair an absolute mess, and the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his lips despite the situation.

That smirk faded when the first officer stepped out of the car.

Two uniformed officers approached—one older, looking to be in his mid-forties, with a thick build and a tired expression, while the other was younger, possibly in his late twenties, his face holding the kind of condescending smirk that set Levi’s teeth on edge.

The older officer exhaled sharply through his nose, shaking his head. „Christ. We got a call about suspicious activity in this alley. Should’ve known it’d be something like this.”

The younger cop let out a low chuckle, eyeing Eren up and down before turning to Levi. „Man, if you’re gonna pick up a hooker, at least use a motel room. Prostitution is illegal, you know.” His tone was thick with amusement, like he wasn’t even taking this seriously.

Levi’s entire body went rigid.

Hooker?

The words barely processed before white-hot anger surged through his veins. His blood pounded in his ears, drowning out everything else as his hands curled into tight fists at his sides.

„What the fuck did you just say?” Levi’s voice was low and dangerous, the kind of tone that preceded something violent. His entire demeanor shifted—his stance, his posture, the way his sharp, stormy eyes locked onto the officer with a look that could cut glass.

The younger officer’s smirk didn’t falter, if anything, he looked mildly entertained. „Relax, man. Just saying you shouldn’t be dragging—” he flicked his chin toward Eren, „—street workers into dark alleys. Not exactly subtle. Have some standarts.”

The air was thick with the building tension, the lingering scent of sweat and sex, the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp casting uneven shadows against the alley walls. Levi adjusted his stance, rolling his shoulders back, irritation flaring in his chest as the situation spiraled into bullshit territory.

Eren, who had been silent until now, straightened up, his exhausted haze replaced with disbelief and growing irritation. His green eyes burned with incredulity as he shot the younger officer a glare. „Excuse me? I’m not a damn hooker.”

Miller, the younger of the two officers, stood with his arms crossed, his gaze flicking between Eren and Levi with open scrutiny. His uniform was crisp, boots polished to a shine, but there was a smugness to his posture—a cocky tilt of his head, the way his eyes lingered too long on Levi before snapping back to Eren. He looked like the type who got off on throwing his weight around.

Levi didn’t like him. At all.

Miller scoffed, looking Eren up and down. „Really? You expect me to believe that? Look at you.” His smirk widened. „Flushed, messy, disheveled—you seriously want me to believe you weren’t just getting railed in this filthy alley?”

He turned to Levi then, taking in the all-black outfit, the rugged boots, the eyeliner accentuating sharp, grey eyes. „And this guy? Yeah, he screams trouble.”

The older officer, standing beside Miller, let out a tired sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose as though he had seen this same scenario play out a thousand times before. His uniform was slightly more worn, his expression less hostile—more resigned than anything. „Look, we got complaints. Public indecency, lewd conduct—it’s a crime.” His tone was firm but lacked the unnecessary bite Miller was so eager to inject.

Eren scowled, his brows pulling together. „You do realize we weren’t actually disturbing anyone, right?”

The senior officer exhaled, already looking fed up. „Tell that to the old lady who called us.” He then leveled Levi with a flat stare. „Next time, try not to get caught with your pants down. Literally.”

Levi exhaled sharply through his nose, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. He was this close to kicking this guy in the shin.

Eren caught the shift in his posture immediately. „Levi.” A warning.

There was still a chance the officers might let them off with just a slap on the wrist—a warning to stop fucking in public. It would save them the paperwork they clearly weren’t eager to do just because Eren and Levi couldn’t keep it in their pants.

Levi grumbled under his breath but got the message. No making things worse.

He rolled his eyes. „Oh yeah, real dangerous criminal activity happening here,” he muttered, voice dripping with sarcasm. „So obscene.”

Miller let out a sharp, humorless laugh. „Then what the hell were you two doing back here? You can’t tell me it wasn’t what it looked like.” His gaze locked on Levi. „It’s obvious you fucked that hooker.”

Silence stretched between them for a beat.

Levi barely registered the older officer’s exasperated sigh because that was the breaking point.

His entire body went rigid. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, drowning out the distant hum of city life beyond the alley. He felt Eren tense beside him, but it was too late—he had already taken a step forward, jaw tight, eyes narrowed with dangerous intent.

„That’s my boyfriend you’re talking about.” Levi’s voice was low, laced with venom.

Miller’s smirk didn’t falter. „Boyfriend, hooker—same difference if you’re fucking him in the street like a cheap whore.”

Levi moved before he even made a conscious decision to do so.

His fist connected with Miller’s face in a solid, satisfying crack, the force of the hit snapping Miller’s head to the side. The younger cop stumbled back a step, shock flashing across his face before morphing into something darker, meaner.

„Levi—” Eren blurted out, eyes wide, a shot of adrenaline coursing through him—far too thrilling, like a rush of excitement.

„The fuck—” Miller started, fury igniting behind his eyes, but the older officer was already stepping in.

„Goddamn it,” the senior cop muttered, exasperation heavy in his tone. His hand went to his cuffs, his patience clearly worn down to nothing. „Alright, that’s it. Turn around, both of you.”

Miller wiped the blood from his lip, his expression tightening with rage as he stepped forward, grabbing Levi’s arms with far more force than necessary and yanking them behind his back. „You just had to make it worse for yourself, huh?” His voice had lost any trace of amusement now, replaced with cold satisfaction.

Levi didn’t even flinch. He was still burning with rage, his chest rising and falling sharply. „You had it fucking coming,” he hissed.

Eren, standing rigid beside him, knew there was no talking their way out of this now. His fingers twitched, frustration simmering beneath the surface as he watched Miller yank Levi’s arms back with unnecessary force. The movement was rough—deliberate. Levi barely reacted, but Eren saw the tension in his shoulders, the way his breath hitched for just a second before he forced himself to stay stone-faced.

That was it.

„Hey—” Eren snapped, his voice sharp as a blade as his glare locked onto the younger cop. „You don’t have to be such a fucking asshole.”

Miller didn’t even look at him, too busy wiping the blood from his split lip with the back of his hand. His grip on Levi didn’t loosen. If anything, it got tighter. Levi’s fingers twitched behind his back, but he didn’t make a sound.

The older officer, clearly fed up, turned to Eren, cuffs in hand. „You too. Turn around.”

Eren clenched his jaw, his muscles coiling with resistance. His entire body screamed at him to push back, to do something. Every instinct in him was wound tight, rage curling under his skin like a live wire. He could feel the officers’ stares—alert, calculating, waiting to see if he’d resist.

But he didn’t move.

Instead, his gaze snapped to Levi, his green eyes burning, sharp with unspoken intent. His fingers twitched at his sides, ready—waiting. If Levi so much as gave him a sign, a nod, anything, Eren would swing. He’d make sure that smug bastard Miller regretted putting his hands on Levi.

For a split second, it almost looked like Levi was considering it too.

Then—

„Eren.” Levi’s voice was quieter but firm. A warning.

If he escalated now—if he actually hauled off and punched that fucking officer—what then? Knock him out? Smash his teeth in, knock his lights out? Yeah, sounded fucking awesome in theory. But then what about the older one? The guy was just doing his job, and Eren knew it. This wasn’t a street brawl or a cage fight. He couldn’t just beat them bloody and walk away. The consequences would be brutal.

What then? Getting charged and thrown in prison? An actual criminal record? Or… maybe Levi wouldn’t let it get that far. Maybe he’d protect Eren, go all in with him—hell, maybe even kill the cops. Maybe he’d call his uncle.

Shit. And what then? Two missing cops? That was a whole new level of trouble. The truth was, they didn’t have anything solid on them so far—just the public indecency crap and Levi having already punched one of them. Nothing too serious… yet. Better leave it at that.

Eren’s breath hitched, his chest rising and falling in heavy, uneven bursts. His nails bit into his palms, his body locked in place. Another second passed, thick with tension, before Levi’s steady gaze anchored him.

Eren exhaled sharply through his nose. His movements were stiff, unwilling, but he finally turned—because Levi had told him to. Because the fight wasn’t worth it.

„This is such fucking bullshit,” he muttered, his voice dripping with contempt.

The cuffs snapped around his wrists, cold and final. The weight of them sent a sharp surge of anger through him, but he swallowed it down.

Miller was still holding Levi like he expected him to fight back, his fingers digging into Levi’s arm hard enough to bruise. Levi had gone eerily still, but his eyes burned with unspoken fury.

Eren shot him a look, his jaw tight but laced with a strange kind of amusement. „Really? You had to punch him?”

When had punching cops become something close to a love language? Levi had only done it because the asshole kept insulting Eren, and—damn—having a possessive boyfriend who didn’t fear shit was a serious turn-on.

Levi smirked, breathless but defiant, his voice low and rasping. „Felt fucking great.”

Miller scoffed and shoved Levi forward, hard. Levi stumbled but caught himself before crashing into the squad car.

„Yeah?” Miller sneered. „Let’s see how great it feels when you’re eating shit in a holding cell.”

The senior officer sighed, his patience long gone as he secured Eren’s cuffs. „You’re both under arrest for public indecency and disturbing the peace.” Then his gaze flicked to Levi, unimpressed. „And congratulations, you just tacked on assaulting an officer and resisting arrest.”

Levi let out a short, sharp laugh, his tongue running over his teeth. „Tch. Resisting? You wish.”

Miller didn’t like that. He grabbed Levi’s arm and yanked him around roughly, slamming him face-first against the car. The sharp impact made Eren jerk forward instinctively, but the officer behind him caught his shoulder, holding him in place.

„Hey!” Eren snarled, struggling against the grip. „The fuck is wrong with you?!”

Levi coughed, his forehead pressed against the cold metal. He turned his head slightly, glaring at Miller from the corner of his eye.

„Oh, you’re pissed now?” Levi muttered, his voice dripping with amusement despite the situation. „Funny. You were real smug asshole a minute ago.”

Miller leaned in close, his breath hot against Levi’s ear. „Keep running your mouth, and I’ll make sure you really regret it.”

Levi smirked, tilting his head just enough to meet Miller’s eyes. „Oh yeah?” His voice was low, taunting. „Go ahead. See how that fucking plays out for you.”

Miller clenched his jaw, his grip tightening—

The senior officer shot him a sharp look. „Miller. That’s enough.”

For a moment, Miller didn’t move. His fingers twitched against Levi’s arm. Then, slowly, he stepped back. Levi exhaled through his nose, rolling his shoulders slightly as he straightened.

Eren was still burning with rage, his whole body taut like a live wire. He watched Levi carefully as they were both shoved toward the back of the car.

Levi met his eyes, something unspoken passing between them. Eren’s glare softened just a fraction.

„Next time,” Eren muttered, voice just loud enough for Levi to hear, „just flip them off and walk away.”

Levi smirked, despite everything. „Nah.” His voice was quieter now, but still steady. „He deserved it.”

The squad car rumbled beneath them as it rolled through the dimly lit streets, the red and blue glow of the lights flashing against the window. The air inside was thick—tension, sweat, and the faint metallic scent of Miller’s busted lip.

Levi sat back against the seat, wrists cuffed behind him, but his smirk hadn’t faded. If anything, seeing Miller hunched forward, pressing a crumpled paper towel to his nose, only made him look more satisfied. The younger officer was seething, his jaw tight, his grip on the bloodied napkin borderline aggressive.

Eren sat beside Levi, his hands bound, but his body still thrummed with adrenaline—not just from the fight, not just from the arrest.

From Levi.

Levi, who had thrown that punch without hesitation. Levi, who sat there now like he hadn’t just decked a cop, looking so utterly unbothered, so damn sharp-edged and untouchable even in cuffs. The streetlights cast flickering shadows over his face, his grey eyes glinting like steel, his lip curled ever so slightly in amusement.

And Eren—Eren felt it like a live wire under his skin. That mix of nerves, anger, admiration, and something darker, something that had no business surfacing right now but did anyway.

Because Levi looked so good. He was so hot.

Eren shifted slightly, his breath uneven, his pulse kicking up for a very different reason than before. Shit. They had just fucked—Eren still had Levi’s cum dripping out of his ass, slick against his inner thighs. It should have been filthy, disgusting even, but it wasn’t. Instead, he was getting aroused all over again just from witnessing his badass boyfriend punch a cop.

Shit.

Levi must have noticed, because his smirk deepened. His sharp eyes flicked to Eren, slow and knowing, like he could feel what was happening in Eren’s head.

Eren swallowed hard, pressing his back into the seat.

Levi tilted his head slightly, his voice low, a deep, velvety rasp. „You good over there?”

Eren exhaled sharply through his nose. „Fine.”

Levi’s smirk didn’t falter. He leaned just a fraction closer, his voice dipping even lower, rough and teasing. „Sure about that, baby?”

Eren clenched his jaw. „You’re insufferable.”

Levi let out a soft chuckle, the sound sending a slow, burning pulse through Eren’s veins. „Yeah?” His eyes flicked downward for just a second—trailing over Eren’s crotch, the way his cock twitched inside his jeans, the over-tense posture of his body. When he looked back up, there was something smug, something dangerous in his gaze.

Eren felt his whole body heat up.

Levi knew. He fucking knew.

Eren turned his head, forcing himself to stare out the window, but that only made it worse. His mind kept looping back to Levi fighting, Levi throwing that punch like it was nothing, standing his ground, sharp-tongued and fearless even when he was shoved up against the car.

Fuck.

Levi exhaled, rolling his shoulders back as much as the cuffs would allow. He looked so damn relaxed. „Could be worse,” he muttered.

Eren snuck a glance at him. „Oh yeah?”

Levi smirked, leaning in just enough to whisper, „You came so hard before they caught us.” His eyes locked onto Eren’s, dark and burning. „You were so fucking hot—it’s burned into my brain. Everything else—everyone else—is faded out. There’s only you. Forever.”

Eren’s brain short-circuited.

His breath hitched, and Levi heard it—because that damn smug look only deepened.

Slowly, Levi turned, eyes locking onto Eren’s, intense and unwavering. Then, in a voice low and raspy, he said, „I love you, Eren.”

Eren tensed, fingers twitching. The fucking nerve of his boyfriend. Even now—cuffed, arrested—he said it like it was the most obvious truth in the world.

Eren clenched his jaw, heat rising in his chest.

He loved him so damn much.

Miller, still pressing the bloodied paper towel to his nose, scoffed. „You two wanna shut up?”

Levi didn’t even hesitate. „No, I’m fine.”

Eren bit his lip hard enough to keep from grinning.

Miller scowled through the rearview mirror, but the older officer in the driver’s seat just sighed, already exhausted. „Miller, let it go.”

Miller grumbled something under his breath, clearly still fuming, but Eren wasn’t paying attention.

Because Levi was still watching him, eyes sharp, lips curled slightly, like he was just waiting for Eren to crack.

Eren exhaled slowly, dragging his gaze forward, trying to will away the heat coiling low in his stomach.

Because holy shit, his boyfriend was a menace.

_

The small police station had the kind of dim, flickering fluorescent lights that made everything look more miserable than it already was. The walls were a washed-out grey, scuffed with years of grime, and the air carried that distinct mix of stale coffee, sweat, and old paperwork. It wasn’t busy—only a handful of officers moved about, filing reports, answering phones—but the tension between them and the two freshly arrested men was palpable.

Levi and Eren were marched through a narrow hallway toward the holding cells, their wrists still cuffed behind their backs. The click of their boots against the linoleum echoed sharply in the quiet space. Neither of them spoke, but Eren’s pulse hadn’t calmed since the squad car. Adrenaline still hummed beneath his skin, heightened by Levi’s presence at his side.

Levi, who hadn’t stopped looking infuriatingly composed.

Miller, on the other hand, was anything but. His busted lip had swollen, and the dried blood beneath his nose was a stark reminder of Levi’s earlier punch. His glare was murderous, his hands twitchy, like he was barely restraining himself. And when they reached the heavy iron-barred cells at the end of the hall, he leaned in close—too close—to Levi’s ear.

„Putting you in separate cells,” Miller muttered, voice dripping with smug malice. „So you can watch your hooker boyfriend through the bars. Maybe someone will pay for a turn with him.”

Levi froze.

Eren barely had time to register the way Levi’s shoulders went rigid before—crack.

Levi snapped his head back, the sharp motion brutal and deliberate, the back of his skull slamming directly into Miller’s already cracked nose.

Miller let out a strangled, wet gasp as blood spurted anew, hands flying to his face. „You motherfucker!” he choked, staggering backward.

Eren’s eyes went wide, shock flashing through him, but beneath it—beneath the instinct to react, to move—there was something else. A twisting, thrumming sensation in his gut, something dark and exhilarating.

Because holy shit, Levi didn’t even hesitate.

Miller stumbled, cursing as more blood trickled between his fingers. „Fucking psycho,” he seethed. His face was red with rage and pain, but the older officer—clearly having had enough—grabbed Levi by the arm and shoved him hard toward the open cell.

„Jesus Christ, Miller, quit instigating,” the older officer grumbled before turning to Levi with a sharp glare. „You can damn well expect to be charged for assault on an officer.”

With a rough push, he shoved Eren in after Levi, slamming the barred door shut behind them.

Eren stumbled slightly, catching himself against the cold concrete bench inside. He turned just in time to see Miller furiously wiping at his bleeding nose, eyes burning with barely restrained fury.

Levi didn’t even acknowledge him.

He just exhaled slowly through his nose, turning away like Miller wasn’t even worth his time. Like none of this even mattered.

Eren swallowed hard, his pulse hammering. He could still feel the rush of it—the violence, the heat of Levi’s reaction, the sheer arrogance in the way he carried himself even after headbutting a cop.

Levi stretched his shoulders, rolling them like he was shaking off the tension, then turned toward Eren with the faintest smirk. „You still good over there?”

Eren exhaled sharply.

Fuck.

They were going to be stuck here all night. And Eren was so damn hard right now.

His whole body was thrumming, his arousal pressing uncomfortably against his jeans, impossible to ignore. He didn’t even bother trying to hide it.

His voice came out low, rough, more a growl then spoken words. „No. I’m fucking hard.”

Levi’s smirk deepened. His sharp eyes flicked down, lingering just long enough to make Eren’s stomach twist.

„Well,” Levi murmured, stepping in closer, voice dropping into something darker, something just for him. „That makes two of us.”

The sharp knock against the metal bars rang through the small holding cell, rattling in Eren’s ears. The older officer stood on the other side, his gaze flat and unimpressed.

„Enough,” he barked, his voice gruff. „Keep it down.”

Levi didn’t even glance his way. He just exhaled slowly through his nose, measured and unbothered, then dragged his sharp gaze back to Eren.

Eren, still pressed against the cold bench, fists clenched, his whole body burning with heat for all the wrong reasons.

The officer narrowed his eyes, lingering just long enough to make sure neither of them had any smartass comments left in them. With a muttered curse, he turned on his heel and walked off down the hall.

Eren exhaled, tension bleeding from his shoulders just a little. But his body was still wired, pulse still erratic, and Levi—Levi wasn’t helping.

Because Levi was still standing way too fucking close, smirking, eyes dragging slowly over Eren’s face, down his chest, lower.

Eren swallowed hard.

„Looks like Miller’s gone,” Levi murmured, glancing toward the empty hall. „Guess the old man sent him off to go cry over his nose.”

Eren huffed, trying to focus on that instead of the unbearable heat crawling up his spine. „Yeah? Maybe they’ll put him in his own holding cell. Let him sit with his shame.”

Levi smirked. „Doubt he’s got enough self-awareness for that.”

Eren shook his head, but he couldn’t shake Levi’s presence. The way Levi was still watching him—close, unreadable, lips slightly parted like he was already planning his next move.

The cell felt too small. The air was too thick.

Levi tilted his head slowly, deliberate. „Still hard?”

Eren let out a chuckle, his body burning with frustration and arousal, despite being cuffed. He couldn’t hide the way his body was reacting, even though it shouldn’t. „Yeah,” he muttered, his voice tight. „It’s not going away that easy.”

Levi’s gaze softened, and he leaned in just enough for his voice to drop, the space between them suddenly feeling suffocating. „Can’t give you a repeat of what we did earlier,” he said, his tone low. „We’re stuck in here, remember?”

Eren clenched his jaw, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. „I don’t mind the place,” he murmured, eyes glinting with affection despite the situation.

Levi let out a quiet laugh, a hint of warmth in his tone. „You’re trouble.“

„Yeah, I know. But you are, too.”

Levi leaned back against the wall of the cell, his eyes drifting over the ceiling before flicking back to Eren. „Those officers are fucking idiots. Didn’t even check us for weapons,“ he muttered, his voice low and meant only for Eren.

Eren raised an eyebrow, knowing Levi always carried at least one knife on him. He smirked slightly, replying, „Well, that’s a good thing, right? They didn’t tag us for possession of a weapon.”

Levi’s lips quirked at the corners, his expression unreadable. „Lucky for them,“ he said, voice thick with irony. „Would’ve made their day even worse.“

The older officer stepped up to the holding cell, his boots clicking softly against the linoleum as he approached the bars. He glanced at Levi and Eren, both still cuffed, their eyes flicking toward him with varying degrees of defiance and frustration.

„You two,“ the officer started, his voice cold but measured, „I’m gonna need your names and some personal information. We’ll start with you.“ He turned to Levi, who was leaning casually against the wall, his arms folded across his chest.

Levi’s grey eyes met the officer’s, his posture not shifting. „I want to make a phone call,“ he interrupted, his voice low and commanding.

The officer’s brows furrowed, his irritation growing. „A phone call? You’re being processed, we need to get this over with first.“

Levi leaned forward slightly, his gaze hardening. „I’m telling you now,“ he said firmly, „I want to call my lawyer. You can get your little questions done after I do that.“

The older officer didn’t immediately respond, his expression flat as he studied Levi. For a moment, he seemed ready to argue, but then his shoulders slumped slightly, as though he knew better than to continue pushing. He glanced at the other officer standing nearby, who gave a slight nod.

„Fine,” the older officer muttered, his voice tight. He moved to the phone on the wall just outside the holding area, making the call to allow Levi his right.

Eren, sitting nearby, watched the exchange closely. He could feel the tension in the air, the way the officer had been caught off guard by Levi’s refusal to comply. There was something about Levi—something unyielding—that made even the cops hesitate.

Levi’s stoic dementor barely wavered as he waited for the call. Eren couldn’t help but feel a little proud, despite the situation. Levi might be cuffed, locked in a holding cell, but he still commanded the room.

Eren gave Levi a little smile. „You’re weirdly calm about this.”

Levi lifted an eyebrow at him, his expression unreadable. „Not my first time getting arrested.”

Eren chuckled, leaning back slightly against the cold cinderblock wall. „Ah, but I bet it’s the first time for—” he dropped his voice slightly, tilting his head with a smug grin „—public indecency.”

The words hung between them, laced with amusement and something deeper. Levi exhaled slowly through his nose, recognizing the challenge in Eren’s tone. He wasn’t wrong. Levi had done plenty of reckless things in his past—gotten into fights, spent a night or two in holding cells, maybe even fooled around in places he shouldn’t have. But this—them—was different. It wasn’t just a fleeting moment of pleasure or some meaningless thrill.

It was them who had just shared something intense, raw, and consuming. Them who now sat together in this cold, dimly lit holding cell, bodies still humming with the aftershocks of what they’d done. No matter how much Levi tried to play it cool, Eren wasn’t letting him forget that.

Levi stepped closer, his boots scuffing against the concrete floor. „Right,” he murmured, his voice softer now.

Eren, still sitting on the bench, looked up at him, eyes gleaming with that familiar fire. If Levi’s hands were free, he might have reached out—cupped Eren’s jaw, brushed his fingers through his hair, traced the sharp lines of his cheekbones. But the handcuffs forced restraint, leaving him with only his presence, his voice, and the heat in his gaze.

So instead, he leaned down, slow and deliberate, and pressed a soft kiss to Eren’s lips.

Eren sighed into it, sinking into Levi’s touch even without his hands. The kiss was brief but carried weight—unspoken words, defiance, and something neither of them would dare name just yet. The chill of the cell, the tension of their predicament—it all faded for a moment, leaving only the warmth between them.

Eren pulled back slightly, a lazy smirk playing at his lips. „Well,” he murmured, voice teasing, „if we’re already getting booked for it, might as well make it worth it.”

Levi huffed a quiet laugh, straightening up. „Tch. I’m not getting another charge for fucking tonight.”

But the way he looked at Eren, the way his eyes softened just slightly—it told another story entirely.

Eren opened his mouth to say something witty, something flirty—something that would keep the atmosphere light despite the tension and the handcuffs. But just as he was about to speak, the sound of boots on the linoleum broke his train of thought.

The older officer, the one who had been in charge earlier, approached the holding cell with a deliberate pace. His eyes flicked between Levi and Eren with a calculating look, his hand resting on the cold bars of the cell door. He paused, eyeing them both with a mix of suspicion and authority. There was no question about it—he wasn’t about to let them get too comfortable.

„Alright,“ the officer started, his voice flat, „Levi was it, right? Time for your phone call.”

Levi straightened up, his posture still casual despite the circumstances. He stepped closer to the bars, his eyes locking with the officer’s for a brief, silent moment. The officer shifted slightly, as if to give him space, but his gaze didn’t soften.

„Don’t do anything stupid,” the officer muttered, a final warning before unlocking the door. „Keep it short. And don’t get any funny ideas in here.” He glanced pointedly at Eren, as if reminding him that he was still watching.

Levi gave the officer a half-hearted smirk, the faintest trace of amusement at his words, but he said nothing. He didn’t need to. He just stepped out of the cell, his handcuffed arms pressed against his body.

As the door clanged shut behind Levi, the officer gave Eren a long, suspicious look. Eren met his gaze without flinching, his expression unreadable.

„You can make your phone call next,” the officer told him, his tone cold but not unfriendly. „If you want.”

Eren raised an eyebrow, feigning disinterest. He shifted in his seat, leaning back against the wall, the metallic cold of the concrete seeping through his clothes. „Nah, I’m good,” he said, shaking his head. „No need.”

The officer’s gaze lingered for a moment longer, as though trying to gauge if Eren was hiding something. When he didn’t receive any sign of a change in Eren’s demeanor, the officer gave a slight nod and turned to follow Levi, who had already started walking down the hall toward the phone.

Eren watched them leave, his lips tugging into a slight smirk. He couldn’t help but admire how Levi had taken control of the situation, refusing to let anyone push him around, even in a holding cell. It was part of the reason Eren had always felt drawn to him—Levi was unshakable, no matter the circumstances.

As the officer and Levi disappeared from sight, Eren let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He allowed himself to relax, his mind wandering for a brief moment, but then the sharp sound of a phone being lifted to Levi’s ear brought him back to reality.

Levi’s voice, low and calm, filled the air even though Eren was far enough away not to catch the words.

_

Levi was led out of the holding cell and down the short corridor. The cuffs still confined his wrists, but the officer didn’t seem to care much about his movements anymore. They stopped by a metal bar bolted to the wall, a simple fixture designed to prevent arrestees from acting up.

The officer unlocked one of Levi’s cuffs and secured it to the bar, leaving his other hand free. He stepped back, ensuring that Levi couldn’t make any sudden moves. „Make it quick,“ the officer said, impatience edging his tone.

Levi didn’t respond, merely giving a slight nod. He reached for the phone, lifted the receiver from the wall-mounted phone, and quickly dialed Erwin’s number. Despite the discomfort of the cuffs, he was used to them by now. His focus was already on the conversation he had to have.

The phone rang several times before Erwin answered.

„Levi,“ Erwin greeted, his voice warm despite the late hour. There was the soft rustle of papers in the background, likely the last of his work for the evening. It wasn’t unusual—Erwin was always busy, even at midnight.

„Erwin,“ Levi exhaled slowly, his voice steady but firm. „I need you to do your lawyer thing.“

There was a brief pause on the other end. Erwin was shifting gears, setting down whatever he was doing to focus entirely on Levi. He had that uncanny ability to switch from casual to professional without missing a beat.

„What’s going on? Where are you?“ Erwin asked, his voice now all business, his lawyer mode fully engaged.

Levi leaned back against the cold, concrete wall, trying to ignore the slight discomfort in his wrists. He took a breath before answering. „Me and Eren got arrested. We’re in a holding cell at the police station.“

Erwin exhaled sharply, surprised, but quickly composed himself. „You got arrested?“ he repeated, his tone neutral but curious. „What for?“

There was a subtle shift in Erwin’s voice, a calm but practiced neutrality, as though he had mentally prepared for any possible crime—be it something as simple as a public insult, an assault, possession of drugs, or even something far worse, like murder.

Levi snorted, his expression dry and unimpressed. „Public indecency and assaulting a police officer,“ he said flatly, leaning his head back and staring at the flickering light above him.

There was a brief silence on the other end, and then Erwin chuckled, the sound soft but with a hint of disbelief. „Public indecency?“ Erwin’s voice carried an amused edge, though he quickly reined it in. „Well, that’s certainly not the worst thing you’ve done, Levi.“

Levi’s lips curled slightly at that, though his tone remained sharp. „Glad to know you’re not too concerned.“

Erwin’s voice shifted back to business, the lawyer in him coming forward. „Assaulting a police officer, though—that’s a serious charge. Were you the one who initiated the altercation?“

Levi took a breath, his voice was steady but edged with annoyance as he continued, „Yeah, I hit him first. But he deserved it. Fuck. The cop—Miller—called Eren a whore. Said I was fucking a hooker. Talked to him like he was worth nothing.”

Erwin’s voice turned sharp but controlled, the lawyer in him immediately stepping up. „He called Eren that?“ There was a brief pause, then Erwin added, „And that’s when you hit him?“

Levi’s response was quick and blunt. „Yeah. No one talks to my boyfriend like that.“

Erwin took a moment before responding, his tone calm but firm. „Understandable. What else?“

Levi exhaled through his nose, the memory still fresh. „Maybe his nose is broken—whatever. Shitty fucker.“ He cursed under his breath. „I headbutted the asshole again when he wouldn’t shut up in the police station. He kept running his fucking mouth, so I just snapped. Don’t care if it makes things worse. I wasn’t gonna let him talk about Eren like that.“

Erwin was silent for a moment, his voice now taking on a more professional tone. „Alright, Levi. The assault charge is serious, but I can work with that. I’ll need to review the incident and get the full details from your side. Miller’s actions could be used to your advantage. The verbal assault, combined with the provocation, gives us some leverage.“

Levi raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Erwin’s quick assessment. „So you’re saying the asshole got what he deserved?“

„I’m not saying that—not officially,“ Erwin replied, smooth as ever. „But we can argue that his words were inflammatory and provoked the reaction. It’s not an excuse, but it does help build context. The headbutt, though, might be harder to defend, depending on how they spin it.“

Levi’s eyes narrowed as he processed the information. „I’m not sorry about it.“

„I know,“ Erwin said, his voice almost sympathetic. „And I’m not asking you to be. But you need to keep your head straight. We’ll handle the charges, and I’ll make sure you don’t get stuck with anything that isn’t fair.“

Levi snorted lightly. „You’re good at this, you know that?“

Erwin’s voice softened slightly, a rare hint of a smile in his tone. „It’s my job.“

„Yeah, yeah,“ Levi muttered, his posture relaxing a little. „Just make sure it doesn’t turn into a bigger mess than it needs to be.“

„It won’t,“ Erwin assured him. „Just sit tight. I’ll be there as soon as I can.“

„Okay.“

Levi’s tone shifted slightly as he sat back, his mind ticking through his options. „You know, if you need any extra help, you could always get in touch with Kenny. He’s got ties - the kind that could make things disappear if needed.“ His eyes narrowed as he leaned forward, voice lowering just enough to signal the seriousness. „Money talks, and if the bills are in the right pockets, they might loosen a pair of handcuffs real quick.“

Erwin paused at the mention of Kenny. His expression flickered for just a moment, then settled back into ist usual, polished calm. „Kenny Ackerman,“ Erwin mused, his voice deceptively neutral. Levi simply nodded in response.

Erwin snorted, almost incredulous, though there was no judgment in his tone. „If we’re pulling strings, that might not be a bad move. I’ll admit, my usual method is more… professional. But there are times when the old ways are the quickest.“

Levi gave a wry smirk. „Doesn’t bother me. As long as it gets done. I’m not in the mood for the full legal process—I want out of here as fast as possible.”

He was used to getting things done the fast way—sometimes legal, sometimes not—but always with results. In his world, pulling in favors and cutting corners wasn’t just a method; it was a lifestyle.

Erwin was silent for a moment as he considered the option. He was, after all, a high-end lawyer who built his career on staying within the law, but as Levi had already pointed out, the situation called for a little bending of the rules. And Erwin, behind his polished lawyer image, was no stranger to the occasional moral grey area.

„You’re right,“ Erwin finally said. „It could help to have someone like him involved. But I have connections too.“ He leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. „I don’t have Kenny’s… particular reach, but I do have friends in the right departments.“

Levi raised an eyebrow, intrigued. „Yeah? Like who?“

„Well, my friend Nile Dork might not be the most useful at the moment,“ Erwin said, his voice laced with just the faintest bit of amusement at the mention of Nile’s name. „He works for the drug enforcement division in Trost, so he’s in the wrong department for this. But there are others—higher-ups I can call. I have a few people in the police force who owe me favors, and there are ways to ensure this doesn’t become a problem.“

Levi’s lips curled into a half-smile. „You’ve got a whole network, huh?“

Erwin gave a subtle nod. „I don’t just defend criminals—I make sure I have the right people in my corner, too.“ His voice had become more resolute, the lawyer in him returning to the forefront. „I’ll make sure this thing is closed before sunrise. You have my word.“

Levi stared at the phone for a moment, measuring his words. Erwin’s confidence wasn’t misplaced, but Levi had seen enough of the world to know that nothing was ever as simple as it seemed. Still, hearing that Erwin had a plan put him at ease—at least for now. „I’m not gonna lie—I’ve seen you pull some pretty wild shit before. But if you say you’ve got it, then I’m gonna trust you.“

Erwin’s lips curled into a rare, full smile – Levi could hear it in his voice as he spoke. „You should. I don’t fail clients, Levi. And especially not with friends. Not when it really matters.“

Levi exhaled a slow breath, his posture relaxing just a fraction as he heard the certainty in Erwin’s voice. „Alright, then. I’ll sit tight and try not to get too impatient.“

Erwin gave a slight nod, even though Levi couldn’t see him. There was a pause on the other end of the line before Erwin’s voice came through, calm and professional. „Good. And keep your head down for now. Don’t make any unnecessary moves, alright? Let me handle this.”

Levi could almost hear the faint rustling of papers or the shuffle of Erwin’s suit jacket as he stood up. Erwin’s voice, though distant, was still steady, reassuring in ist quiet confidence. „I’ll make a few calls. We’ll keep this quiet. Just don’t make any more trouble while you’re there.”

Levi didn’t respond right away, letting the words sink in. He was used to Erwin’s cool demeanor in stressful situations. It always helped to have someone like him in control, especially when things were looking as messy as this.

„Got it,” Levi said after a moment, his tone clipped but appreciative.

„Good,” Erwin replied. „I’ll be in touch soon.” Then, there was a brief click as Erwin hung up, leaving Levi alone with his thoughts once more.

_

Levi gave a short, sharp nod as the officer unclipped the cuffs from the wall and snapped them back into place behind his back. He didn’t resist, though his posture was still tense. With the weight of the situation pressing down on him, he followed the officer silently down the hall.

The fluorescent lights hummed above them as they walked, each step echoing against the cold concrete walls. As they reached the door to the holding cell, Levi’s eyes found Eren sitting on the bench, his green eyes locking onto him immediately. There was a flicker of something in Eren’s gaze—anxiety, but also a quiet relief. Despite everything, he was still here. Still waiting.

The officer’s name tag caught Levi’s eye as he passed by—Harrison. A common name, nothing special. The officer opened the door and motioned for Levi to enter. Without hesitation, Levi stepped inside, his gaze never leaving Eren. The door clanged shut behind him, and the officer remained outside, leaving them alone.

Eren shifted on the bench, his eyes scanning Levi’s face for any sign of what had happened during the phone call. His voice was tentative, low, almost hesitant. „So… how did the call go?”

Levi didn’t answer right away, his posture still rigid. He sat beside Eren, his gaze briefly meeting his. „Erwin’s handling it,” he said, his voice quieter now. „I’m not worried about the charges. He’s got it covered.”

Eren’s gaze softened, but there was still a flicker of concern in his eyes. „You sure?”

Levi nodded, though his eyes were focused on the floor for a moment. „Yeah. I’m sure. Don’t worry about it. We’ll get through this, alright? We’re in this together.”

Eren’s lips quirked into a small, grateful smile, and his shoulders relaxed slightly.

Levi leaned forward, his body awkward and stiff with the handcuffs behind his back, but the urgency of the moment made the clumsiness seem almost insignificant. Eren met him halfway, their faces drawing closer despite their restrained positions. The space between them felt charged, the tension thick, but there was an unspoken connection that bridged the gap.

Their eyes locked, grey meeting green. Levi’s gaze flickered between Eren’s eyes and his lips, tracing the outline of them like a map he knew all too well. There was a quiet intensity in the way Levi looked at him, raw and genuine, his breath shallow from the proximity.

Eren broke the silence, his voice soft, almost apologetic. „You’re not mad at me?“ His words hung heavy in the air. „We’re only here because I couldn’t wait until we got home… because I got stupid jealous…“

Levi’s response came immediately, cutting through the self-doubt in Eren’s voice. „It wasn’t stupid,“ Levi said, his tone matter-of-fact but laced with honesty. His eyes softened, just a touch.

„I get it. You needed it that way. And it was worth every second.“ His lips curled into a half-smile, and his voice dropped to something lower, more mischievous.

„Being with you…“ he leaned in a little closer, his breath a whisper against Eren’s skin, „fucking you… is worth ending up here.“

Eren’s heart raced, his body instinctively leaning forward as if to close the gap entirely. There was no time for hesitation, no room for anything other than the raw, undeniable need that had been building between them. Their lips met in a collision, not soft or careful, but with the force of everything they had been holding back. The kiss was hot, demanding, filled with the hunger they couldn’t express any other way. Levi’s mouth pressed against Eren’s with a boldness that made Eren gasp, and for a moment, their movements were a mess of urgency and desperation—lips touching, parting, and tongues licking at each other in a rhythm that felt both frantic and right.

The sensation was electric. The heat between them spread like wildfire, filling the space between their bodies. Eren could feel the warmth of Levi’s lips, the heat of their connection surging through him. He wasn’t hard anymore, but the intense rush of passion was quickly building again, pooling deep in his stomach, setting his nerves on fire. Every inch of him was on alert, the familiar ache returning as he kissed Levi back with just as much need, their movements becoming more synchronized despite the restraints.

The handcuffs clinked with each shift, but neither of them cared. Nothing else mattered in that moment but the shared urgency, the way they fit together, the heat between them growing stronger the longer they kissed. It was chaotic, messy, and yet it felt like exactly what they both needed.

Eren broke the kiss first, barely pulling away, his forehead resting against Levi’s as he caught his breath. His voice came out rough, thick with lingering arousal. „I can still feel you,” he murmured, his lips brushing against Levi’s as he spoke. His eyes, heavy-lidded and dark with heat, searched Levi’s face. „You’re still inside me, in a way… Fuck.”

Levi exhaled sharply through his nose, something between a scoff and a groan, the words sending a fresh wave of heat through his body. His grip on control was slipping, and the way Eren was looking at him, the way his body was still reacting—warm, needy, aching—wasn’t fucking helping.

The reality of their situation pressed against them, but so did everything else. The way Eren’s thighs were still slightly sticky, the way he shifted as if to ease the mess between them, the way Levi could picture exactly what he’d done to him just an hour ago.

„Shit,” Levi muttered, tilting his head just enough to kiss Eren again, biting at his bottom lip before pulling back. His voice was lower, rough with desire and amusement. „You say things like that, and you expect me to behave?”

Eren swallowed, his breath hitching. His wrists flexed against the cuffs behind him, as if instinctively trying to reach for Levi despite knowing he couldn’t. „I don’t expect anything,” he admitted, his lips quirking, his voice still thick with the evidence of their kiss. „But I know you. And I know you’re thinking about it now.”

Levi smirked, his eyes darkening. „Like I ever stopped.”

Before either of them could push it further, a sharp voice cut through the charged air, snapping them back to reality.

„Hey! Didn’t you two get arrested for shit like that?”

Both Levi and Eren turned their heads toward the source of the interruption. A different officer, one they hadn’t dealt with yet, stood just outside the holding cell bars, arms crossed, expression unimpressed. His uniform was slightly wrinkled, his badge catching the dim overhead light.

The officer let out a tired sigh, shaking his head. „Keep it together, unless you want us to separate you.” His tone was firm but not overly aggressive—just the exasperation of someone who had seen too much bullshit during his shift.

Levi, despite the warning, didn’t break eye contact with the officer. His face remained blank, unreadable, though there was a flicker of irritation in his sharp gaze. Eren, still catching his breath, glanced at Levi before shifting slightly, trying to look less obviously riled up.

Holding cells weren’t meant for comfort, but they also weren’t individual isolation chambers. Most precincts used communal holding for short-term detainment—drunks, small-time offenders, or people waiting to be processed. Separating detainees wasn’t unheard of, but it wasn’t always the first move unless there was a risk of violence or specific misconduct.

Levi knew that. And so did this officer.

Still, the message was clear.

Levi huffed through his nose, tilting his head slightly. „Yeah, yeah. We got it.” His voice was flat, uninterested.

The officer didn’t seem entirely convinced but didn’t push further. „Good. Keep it that way,” he muttered before turning and walking off, the heavy clang of the security door echoing behind him.

Levi turned back to Eren, their bodies still close despite the warning. Eren was biting the inside of his cheek, his lips twitching as if he was holding back either a laugh or another smart-ass remark.

„Well,” Levi murmured, voice low but laced with amusement. „Guess we should behave. Think you can manage that?”

Eren snorted, shifting just enough that their knees brushed together. „Not a fucking chance.”

_

They sat side by side on the cold metal bench, the weight of the handcuffs pulling uncomfortably at their shoulders. The lack of movement, the stiff position—it was starting to wear on them. Eren rolled his shoulders as much as the restraints allowed, trying to ignore the dull ache settling into his muscles. He exhaled sharply through his nose, tilting his head back against the wall, his gaze locking onto the clock outside the holding cell.

The seconds ticked by with agonizing slowness.

One minute.

Two.

By the time five minutes had dragged past, his irritation was bubbling beneath the surface. Being locked up, even just for a few hours, was not great. The walls felt like they were closing in, pressing down on him in a way that made his skin itch. It wasn’t the same as real imprisonment—not even close—but the restriction, the lack of control over the situation, still clawed at him.

But Levi was there.

Even if they weren’t talking, even if there was no real way to lean into each other with their hands bound, Levi’s presence next to him made all the difference. Their knees touched where they sat, a point of contact that kept Eren steady. Just feeling the warmth of Levi’s body beside him, the quiet, constant reminder that they were together, kept the restless energy from spiraling into something worse.

Still, Eren wasn’t the only one growing impatient.

Levi looked calm—his expression neutral, posture relaxed—but Eren had spent too much time with him not to notice the subtle signs. The sharp flicker in his grey eyes, the way his fingers twitched slightly behind his back, the barely-there tension in his jaw. He was just as restless, just as on edge.

Then, after a while, Levi exhaled sharply. „Shit, I need a smoke,” he muttered, voice low and rough.

Eren turned his head slightly, watching him.

Ah. That was another sign Levi’s nerves were wearing thin.

Levi didn’t smoke often. Hell, these days, he barely ever did. It wasn’t a habit anymore—just something that crept up on him in moments like these, when stress dug ist claws too deep or when something old and familiar pulled at him.

Eren knew Levi used to smoke a lot when he was younger. Back when life was different. Harsher. When bad days were constant, and a cigarette was sometimes the only thing that took the edge off. He had mostly left it behind, only lighting one up on rare occasions when he really needed something to bring him down.

And right now, trapped in this holding cell, with no way to move, no way to do anything? Yeah. Levi needed something.

Eren huffed, shifting slightly so their shoulders almost brushed. „Guess that’s not exactly an option right now,” he murmured, voice low but not unkind.

Levi let out a short breath, tilting his head back against the wall. „No shit,” he muttered, his tone more resigned than irritated.

Eren glanced at him, watching the way Levi’s jaw tensed, the restless energy still visible in the sharpness of his expression. He nudged his knee against Levi’s, a small, grounding gesture. „We’ll be out soon,” he said quietly. „Just a little longer.”

Levi didn’t respond right away, but after a moment, he shifted just a fraction closer, the weight of his shoulder pressing more firmly against Eren’s. It wasn’t much, but it was enough.

Eren nudged Levi’s knee again, his voice taking on a lighter, teasing edge in an attempt to cut through the tension. „And if not, I bet you’d run the cigarette market inside jail pretty fast,” he joked. „What do you think? Orange isn’t my color, but I could probably pull off those prison jumpsuits.”

Levi snorted, the first hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. „Tch. You’d get eaten alive in there, brat.”

Eren smirked. „Not if I stick with you.”

Levi rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, he shifted closer. The tension in the room was still thick, the air stale with the weight of waiting, but at least for a moment, the heavy feeling eased just a little.

Eren let his head fall back against the wall, exhaling softly. „You really think Erwin can get us out before sunrise?”

Levi didn’t hesitate. „Yeah. He’s got this.” His voice was steady, certain.

Eren closed his eyes briefly, taking comfort in that. Even with the cuffs biting into his wrists and the cold bench making his legs ache, Levi’s presence beside him was enough to keep him grounded.

Just then, the older officer, Harris, arrived. His slightly wrinkled uniform and tired face paled even more beside the imposing figure of Erwin Smith. The stark contrast between them was almost comical—Harris, worn down by long shifts and bureaucratic fatigue, versus Erwin, who looked as if he had just stepped out of a high-stakes courtroom with another victory under his belt.

Erwin carried an air of authority that was impossible to ignore. Tall and broad-shouldered, he stood with the kind of posture that commanded attention without needing to demand it. His blond hair was combed back with meticulous precision, not a single strand out of place, as if even the chaos of the world bent to his will. His sharp blue eyes swept over the holding cell, cool and assessing, the weight of his gaze making even the room’s fluorescent lighting feel harsher. There was a quiet intensity to him, the kind that made men second-guess themselves before speaking.

Everything about him was curated for control and power. His tailored navy-blue suit hugged his frame perfectly, the fabric smooth and uncreased despite the late hour. The crisp white dress shirt beneath was pristine, ist collar resting neatly against the dark brown tie, which was knotted with practiced ease—flawless, deliberate, just like the man himself. Even his polished leather dress shoes, a deep chestnut brown, reflected the dim lighting of the station floor, a final, subtle reminder that Erwin Smith never showed up unprepared.

Beside him, to Eren’s surprise, stood Armin. His presence was just as polished, just as commanding in ist own way. While he lacked Erwin’s sheer height and broad-shouldered frame, he made up for it with sharp precision. His slate-grey suit fit perfectly, tailored to his lean, athletic build, the fabric snug enough to highlight his toned form without overstatement. The baby-blue button-down he wore underneath softened the look slightly, but not enough to take away from the professional, calculating aura he exuded.

His blond hair, styled just slightly tousled, fell over sharp blue eyes that were cool and assessing as they flicked between Levi and Eren. He wasn’t just here as a familiar face—he was here in full force, standing beside Erwin as an equal. Together, they were an intimidating sight.

Eren swallowed, shifting slightly where he sat. Even though the two of them were here to get them out, their presence carried weight. This wasn’t a casual favor. This was serious buissnes.

The officer gave a half-hearted glance at Levi and Eren before muttering, „Your lawyers are here.“

His tone was flat, as if he was barely processing what he was saying. He seemed a little out of place, clearly not used to having such high-profile lawyers show up in the middle of the night, especially for something as bizarre as a public indecency arrest. To him, this wasn’t a normal day at the station. The whole situation felt strange—two well-dressed attorneys appearing for something as trivial as a public sex charge. It wasn’t like anyone was getting arrested for weapons or drugs, so the officers were a bit caught off guard.

Erwin stepped forward first, as composed and calm as ever. Tall and broad-shouldered, he moved with the kind of confidence that made the room feel smaller. His blonde hair was perfectly combed, his navy-blue suit sharp enough to cut glass. Everything about him—his posture, his assured manner—screamed control. He exuded authority in a way that made everything else seem secondary.

None of them gave away that they were personal best friends, not just lawyers and clients.

„Gentlemen,” Erwin greeted Levi and Eren, his voice calm but carrying a familiar hint of something else in his eyes. There was a brief flash of amusement, but it was buried beneath the surface, always kept professional.

Levi narrowed his eyes, recognizing that glint of amusement in Erwin’s gaze. For a split second, he almost smirked—because of course, Erwin was finding some enjoyment in the ridiculousness of it all. Having Levi sitting behind bars for having sex in public—yeah, really funny.

But Levi didn’t let him have the satisfaction. With a quick roll of his eyes, he sighed. He wasn’t going to let Erwin get off easy, but he knew better than to interfere now. Erwin was here to help, and that was all that mattered.

„Mr. Jaeger, Mr. Ackerman,” Armin chimed in, stepping forward to stand beside Erwin. He was every bit as polished as his partner. Armin’s presence wasn’t as imposing as Erwin’s, but it was equally confident. His eyes met Eren’s with an intensity, almost as if he were trying to telepathically send a message: Don’t get caught fucking in public alleys next time.

Yeah, thanks, Armin.

Eren shot a quick look at his best friend, then at Levi, but there was no need for any further words. The two of them shared a quiet understanding, an unspoken connection that made everything feel more manageable.

„Time to let our clients go,“ Armin told.

Harris exhaled through his nose, crossing his arms. „Look, I could maybe talk them into dropping the public indecency charge with just a fine. But your guy”—he nodded toward Levi— „punched an officer. That’s assault. We don’t just let that slide.”

Eren tensed beside Levi, his knee pressing harder against Levi’s. He could already see where this was going. This wasn’t some minor screw-up they could just laugh off later.

Erwin, completely unfazed, kept his voice steady. „I assume the officer in question wasn’t seriously injured?”

Harris shook his head but answered seriously, „He punched hard.”

Erwin interrupted smoothly, „Was there provocation?”

The officer hesitated.

Eren scoffed, irritation clear in his voice. „He called me a whore,” he said bluntly, shooting Harris a pointed look. There was no point in sugarcoating it. The officer’s colleague had insulted him, and Levi had reacted.

Armin raised an eyebrow at Harris. „Is there footage? I want to see the evidence.”

Harris let out a long sigh, already knowing what that request meant. Lawyers like these didn’t ask for footage unless they were about to tear a case apart from every possible angle. And in this case? They had nothing. No body cam, no alleyway security cameras. Just one officer’s word against theirs.

Erwin barely blinked as he spoke, standing there in his perfectly tailored suit, exuding an air of quiet authority. His voice was steady, calm—the kind that made people listen. „Whatever happened tonight… didn’t happen,” he stated as if it were an undeniable fact. „The public indecency charge? Never existed.”

Eren, still seated on the bench, raised an eyebrow but wisely kept his mouth shut. Technically, the dried cum on his ass begged to differ, but hey—if Erwin was getting them out of this mess, he wasn’t about to interrupt. He glanced at Levi, who looked equally unimpressed but just as willing to let Erwin work his magic.

Erwin continued, his piercing gaze locking onto Harris. „As for Officer Miller,” he said, his tone light but carrying weight, „he’ll likely be taking a few days off. And after that? A reassignment. Higher-up orders. Sooner rather than later.”

Harris just stared, his expression caught between disbelief and barely restrained frustration. His jaw tightened. „You’re kidding.”

Erwin didn’t respond. He didn’t need to.

Instead, Armin stepped forward. Despite his smaller frame, there was an undeniable authority in the way he spoke. „It’s time to open the holding cell,” he said evenly. Not a question. Not a request. A command. „And uncuff our clients.”

Harris hesitated, his eyes flickering between them. He clearly thought these lawyers were out of their damn minds. But before he could push back, Erwin smiled—a slow, knowing curve of his lips, something just shy of smug.

„There will be a phone call,” Erwin said smoothly, adjusting the crisp cuff of his pristine white shirt. Then, with deliberate ease, he glanced at his watch—a sleek, ten-thousand-dollar piece of craftsmanship that caught the dim overhead light. His blue eyes flicked back up to Harris. „In exactly three minutes.” He held the officer’s gaze, his voice calm but absolute. „And that call will tell you there’s nothing to worry about tonight. That this holding cell is to be cleared.”

Harris scoffed, shifting his weight. „Listen, I don’t know who you think you are, but that’s not how this works.”

Erwin only smiled. A slow, knowing thing that made Harris pause. „Actually, that’s exactly how this works.”

The silence in the room was thick now, laden with the weight of something neither side had fully acknowledged before. Harris swallowed, the tension around him growing palpable as the moment dragged on.

He looked at Erwin like he was insane. Then, his gaze flicked toward Armin, hoping for some kind of reasonable pushback, only to be met with the same unshakable confidence. Armin adjusted his sleeve, stepping forward. „In the meantime, you can save yourself some trouble and remove the cuffs from our clients.”

Harris let out a short, humorless laugh. „You really expect me to—”

Erwin didn’t even flinch. „If you want to keep your current position, I suggest you do.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken threat. The silence stretched, thickening with every passing second. And just as Harris opened his mouth to speak, the station phone rang.

It was like a signal.

Harris stiffened, the sudden shift in the room palpable. He hesitated for just a fraction of a second before walking toward the desk. Eren watched as Harris picked up the phone, his posture suddenly tensing. His fingers tightened around the receiver, and his eyes narrowed as he listened.

„Yes, sir…” Harris’s voice dropped lower, strained. „Yes, I understand, sir…” He nodded, the action jerky and mechanical. Then he paused, eyes growing wider as the implications of the conversation sunk in. „Yes, sir. I’ll make sure it’s done right away.”

His hand shook slightly as he hung up the phone, his expression suddenly much smaller than it had been just a few minutes ago.

Harris exhaled sharply, his gaze flicking between Erwin, Armin, and the two men still sitting in the holding cell. There was a brief moment of hesitation, before the reality of what just happened seemed to hit him. The phone call, the conversation, the weight of it all had sunk in—and now, reluctantly, he knew that Erwin’s words had been more than empty threats.

With a sharp exhale, Harris finally reached for his keys.

…

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Chapter Text

No Regrets 2
Chapter 14 – Reckless Bastards

The metallic clink of keys echoed through the holding cell as Harris begrudgingly pulled them from his belt, his expression twisted somewhere between frustration and reluctant acceptance. He knew he was outmatched. Whatever favors Erwin had called in, whatever connections he had, they were leagues above Harris’s pay grade.

Still, he hesitated, fingers tightening around the keys. „This is bullshit,” he muttered under his breath.

Erwin simply smiled, unbothered. „Welcome to the legal system.”

Beside him, Armin exhaled through his nose, barely concealing his impatience. „You’re wasting time, Officer,” he said, his voice as smooth as ever but with an edge that wasn’t there before. „Unless you’d rather hear the orders directly from your superiors - Again?” He tilted his head slightly, like he already knew the answer.

Harris glared, but it was an empty fight. With a low curse, he stepped forward and unlocked the cell. The door creaked open.

Levi didn’t move at first. Just stared at Harris with the same flat, unreadable expression he’d had all night. When Harris finally reached for his cuffs, Levi jerked his wrists slightly—not enough to resist, just enough to remind him who’d actually won this round. Harris scowled but said nothing as he undid the restraints.

Eren, now free as well, rolled his shoulders before throwing a quick look at Levi. „Well, that was fun.”

Levi snorted. „Speak for yourself.”

Erwin straightened his suit jacket, smoothing out an invisible wrinkle. „Shall we?” He gestured toward the exit like this had all been nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

Harris didn’t say another word, but his glare followed them as they stepped past him, walking out of the holding cell like they had never been there in the first place.

As they reached the front of the station, Erwin turned to Armin. „Make sure everything is scrubbed. I don’t want so much as a record of a parking violation tied to their names.”

Armin nodded, already typing something into his phone. „Already on it.”

Eren let out a low whistle, stuffing his hands in his pockets as they stepped outside into the crisp night air. „Damn. Guess it’s nice having lawyers in high places.”

Erwin gave him a sideways glance. „Lawyers?” He smirked faintly. „Mr. Jaeger, I just saved you from making a very unfortunate court appearance. A thank you would be appropriate, my friend.”

Eren grinned. „Right, right. My bad. Thanks for getting us out of jail for—” He stretched, tilting his head back before glancing at Armin with a smirk. „—literally fucking things up.”

Armin pinched the bridge of his nose. „Please, for the love of god, learn some discretion.”

Levi, finally speaking up, rolled his shoulders. „Tch. Waste of a night.”

Erwin hummed, amusement dancing in his eyes as they made their way to the waiting car. „That depends. I, for one, found it quite entertaining.”

They stepped out of the police station, the cool night air hitting them all at once as they crossed the threshold. Eren huffed and nudged Levi playfully, the tension from the past few hours now melting into a teasing, familiar dynamic.

„Wasn’t a waste of time as you had your dick up my ass,” he shot back, an impish grin tugging at his lips.

Levi side-eyed him, a smirk playing on his own lips. „Tch. Don’t flatter yourself,” he replied, his voice laced with a mixture of sarcasm and amusement. But there was a flicker of something in his eyes—a hint of satisfaction from both the release and the fun he had with Eren in that alley.

Armin groaned, running a hand over his face in exasperation. „Goddammit, Eren!” He called out, his voice no longer the young lawyer’s usual calm, but rather one of complete annoyance. It was clear that the line between professional and friend was blurring in that moment. „Do you have any idea when to not say something like that?”

Eren just grinned, unbothered by Armin’s reprimand. „I’m just being honest,” he shot back, hands shoved in his pockets as they continued walking toward the car. „Besides, Levi’s clearly a fan of the experience.”

He winked at Levi, who merely rolled his eyes, his smirk never faltering.

Erwin, walking just ahead of them, chuckled low under his breath as he led them to his sleek, black, high-end sports sedan—a 2024 Mercedes-Benz EQS 580 4MATIC, a model that blended understated luxury with powerful performance. The car gleamed under the streetlights, ist refined yet aggressive profile contrasting the tension that had just existed in the station.

Erwin opened the door with a practiced, fluid motion and then looked back at Levi, an eyebrow raised in amusement.

„I’m curious to hear the full story,” he said, his voice smooth but with an underlying curiosity. His gaze flicked to Levi—always the most intriguing one of the group, always able to keep things under control, even when the odds were stacked against him.

Levi gave Erwin a glance, lips curling into a wry smile. „I guess I owe you a drink,” he said with a hint of genuine appreciation, his voice laced with a rare sincerity, though his tone was still as sharp as ever. „You did get us out of that mess, after all.”

Erwin, looking way too self-satisfied, let out a low chuckle. „And that before sunrise,” he mused, radiating the kind of confidence that made it clear he had never doubted the outcome for a second.

Levi huffed but didn’t argue. Instead, his lips twitched slightly, just short of a real smile. „Yeah, yeah. Don’t get too smug about it.”

After a beat, he gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. „Good work, Erwin,” he said, his tone still rough but carrying a weight of genuine appreciation.

Eren raised an eyebrow at Levi’s response, surprised at the shift in tone. There was something oddly serios in the way Levi had said it.

Armin, though still clearly annoyed by Eren’s antics, took a step forward, clearing his throat. „Let’s just get out of here before you start another round of teasing,“ he said dryly, opening the passenger door and slipping into the front seat. „We’ve had enough excitement for the night.“

Eren, never one to shy away from a bit more chaos, leaned against the car as he shot a playful look at his friend. „What? You’re not curious about the details?” he teased, still reveling in the tension of the night.

Armin pulled a face. „Not particularly,” he muttered.

Levi simply shrugged, walking past Eren and sliding into the backseat with a nonchalant air Erwin closed the door behind them with a soft thud, sliding into the driver’s seat.

As the engine roared to life, the car began to glide through the city streets, ist precision and speed obvious even in the early hours of the night. The atmosphere in the car felt lighter, the weight of the police station and the ordeal slowly fading into the background.

Erwin smirked as he guided the car through the quiet city streets.

As the smooth purr of the Mercedes echoed through the quiet city streets, Levi sat back in the plush leather seat, glancing out the window at the passing city lights. His fingers drummed lightly against his thigh, the night’s events still lingering in his mind. After a moment, he turned to Erwin, breaking the silence.

„Can you drive me to my car?” Levi asked, his voice casual but edged with an unmistakable hint of urgency.

Erwin glanced over at him, the streetlights casting a soft glow on his face as he shifted gears. „Where’s it parked?”

Levi thought for a moment, then gave a small shrug. „There’s a Spanish tapas bar on the corner of Fifth and Rivington. I think it’s called La Casa de Sabores.”

Armin, who had been staring out the front windshield, suddenly turned around, raising an eyebrow at the pair in the backseat.

„How the hell did you two go from a nice evening at a tapas restaurant to getting arrested in an alley?” he asked, his voice dripping with disbelief and slight amusement.

Erwin, glancing briefly at the rearview mirror, simply gave a small chuckle before returning his focus to the road. „That’s a good question,” he muttered, but his eyes remained locked ahead, watching the darkened streets of the city unfold before him.

Eren, who had been slouched in the seat next to Levi, stretched and ran a hand through his hair. „Well, we were out for a double date with Jean and Marco,” he explained nonchalantly, gesturing with his hand as if it were no big deal.

„We had fun, drank some wine and sangria, played a round of ‘Never Have I Ever’…”

He paused for dramatic effect, glancing at Armin in the front seat with a mischievous grin. „I mean, things got a little out of hand.”

Armin groaned audibly, leaning his head back with an exasperated expression. „How old are you guys?” he muttered, massaging his temples. „Please don’t tell me someone actually said they’d never had sex in an alley, and you felt obligated to make that a reality.”

Eren’s expression shifted from carefree to slightly grim, his eyes darkening at the reminder of how things had escalated.

„No!” he snapped, the irritation clear in his voice. He had been jealous—jealous over something that didn’t even matter, but it had consumed him. He had wanted Levi. He had wanted to claim him, make sure Levi was lost in pleasure, lost in Eren—right there in that alley.

„It was… about making memories, alright? Something real between us.”

Armin let out a short, disbelieving laugh. „Yeah, well, you definitely succeeded in making a memorable night, I’ll give you that.”

He paused and shook his head, unable to hide his amusement. „What a memory, though—getting arrested for public indecency after a round of ‘Never Have I Ever‘.”

Erwin, who had been quietly observing the back-and-forth between Eren and Armin, chuckled to himself.

„That’s one way to make a night unforgettable,” he added, the amusement in his voice evident. His eyes shifted back to the road just in time to stop at a red light. The streets were eerily quiet, the city still and dark in the late hours.

Armin, leaning slightly forward in his seat, looked over at Erwin with a knowing grin. „Well, our night was pretty quiet until they called,” he said, his voice teasing, but also a little smug. „If you put it in comparison.”

Eren narrowed his eyes at Armin, catching something in his tone. „Wait—you were with Erwin?”

His voice carried a hint of surprise, but there was something deeper beneath the surface, like he was already piecing things together in his mind.

Armin gave Eren a cool, unfazed look as he turned back to glance at him. „Yes. And?”

Eren leaned back into the seat, crossing his arms and giving Armin a side-eye that bordered on challenging. His gaze flickered between Armin and Erwin in the front, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

„What were you doing with your boss so late at night?” he asked, clearly implying something more intimate had transpired. His tone was both teasing and probing, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Armin smirked, his composure never slipping as he answered smoothly, „We had a nice evening and opened a bottle of wine before you called. Nothing too exciting.”

Eren’s eyebrow arched. „Right,” he replied, a knowing look passing over his face. „Just a nice evening between colleagues, huh?” He leaned forward, eyes still flickering between Erwin and Armin with a grin that suggested he didn’t entirely believe it.

Erwin, his hands steady on the wheel, gave a nonchalant response, his mouth twitching with the faintest trace of amusement. „Of course,” he said, though his smirk grew, as if something more was left unsaid.

Levi, who had been quietly observing the banter between the two blonds, finally spoke up, his voice cutting through the conversation like a sharp knife.

„Tch. You’re not going to get an answer out of them,” he muttered, his tone dismissive but not unkind. He leaned back in his seat, folding his arms, clearly unbothered by the continued teasing.

„Fucking lawyers,” he muttered again, though there was a hint of affection in his words.

Eren let out a low chuckle, glancing at Levi before leaning back again, settling into the comfortable leather of the backseat.

As Erwin continued driving, the car slicing through the calm streets with effortless grace, the tension from earlier seemed to dissipate. The night’s chaotic energy, though still lingering in the air, was slowly replaced by a sense of camaraderie—a reminder that, for all their differences, they always had each other’s backs. Even if it meant getting arrested in the process.

_

Erwin pulled his car into the parking lot where Levi’s Dodge Challenger was still waiting, parked hours ago. The once-busy lot was nearly empty now, the restaurant long closed, and most of the city fast asleep. The glow of the streetlights cast long shadows across the pavement, the night air thick with lingering warmth and the faint hum of distant traffic.

As soon as Erwin turned off the engine, Levi opened the door without hesitation, stepping out and making a beeline for his own car. He pulled open the driver’s side door, reaching inside for a pack of cigarettes he kept stashed there. Eren followed close behind him.

Armin and Erwin stepped out of Erwin’s car as well, stretching slightly after the drive. The air was quiet, almost peaceful compared to the chaos of the police station just an hour ago.

Levi lit his cigarette with a practiced flick of his lighter, the small flame momentarily illuminating his face in the dim light. The scent of tobacco mingled with the cool air as he took a deep drag, holding the smoke in his lungs before exhaling slowly. He leaned back against the sleek black body of his car, head tilted up toward the sky, his posture finally relaxing after the long night. The cigarette rested lazily between his fingers, and Eren caught the subtle gleam of black nail polish on his fingernails, half-worn from time.

Eren found himself thinking he should redo Levi’s polish in the next few days. It didn’t feel “girly” to him—just intimate. A small gesture, painting his boyfriend’s nails, but also a quiet way of taking care of him.

To Eren’s surprise, Erwin stepped up to Levi and—without a word—gestured for a cigarette. Levi arched a brow but didn’t comment, pulling another from the pack and handing it over. Erwin accepted it smoothly, placing it between his lips before Levi flicked his lighter again, lighting it for him.

Eren watched the interaction with mild curiosity. He had never seen Erwin smoke before. Then again, there were probably a lot of things he didn’t know about Erwin. His gaze flicked toward Armin, wondering just how much his friend had learned about the tall blond.

Erwin had always been there when Levi needed him—that was what mattered. And Armin? He was there for Eren, even when it meant going against his own morals. Their friendship ran deep, and Eren felt it in his bones.

Breaking the silence, Eren spoke up. „Thanks, Armin. For showing up and for your support.” His voice was sincere, the earlier teasing gone.

Armin gave him a small, knowing smile. „Of course,” he said easily, tucking his hands into his pockets. „Can’t leave you hanging—even if you deserved it.”

Eren let out a short laugh as Armin gave him a pointed look.

„You should keep your activities to the bedroom,” Armin added dryly, shaking his head.

Eren huffed, but there was no annoyance in it—just amusement. „Yeah, no.” He smirked, shifting his weight onto one foot. „You and I both know that’s not me.”

His eyes flicked back to Levi, watching the way the older man took another slow drag from his cigarette, looking as effortlessly cool as ever. The way his sharp jawline caught the glow of the streetlights, the way his fingers tapped absently against the side of his car—it was infuriating how attractive Levi was without even trying.

Eren exhaled a quiet breath, lips curling into a smirk. „Levi’s too tempting.”

Levi didn’t react at first, just tapped ash from the end of his cigarette, watching it fall to the ground. Then, finally, he glanced at Eren, his expression unreadable.

„Tch.” He took another drag, exhaling a curl of smoke before speaking. „That’s your problem, not mine.”

Eren chuckled, stepping a little closer, his grin widening. „Oh, I think it’s a mutual problem.”

Levi gave him a flat look but didn’t push him away. If anything, there was a flicker of something in his expression—something amused, something entertained.

Armin groaned, running a hand over his face. „You’re both insufferable.”

Erwin, who had been quietly enjoying his cigarette, let out a low chuckle. „They certainly keep things ecxiting.”

The four of them stood there for a moment, the night air cool against their skin, the quiet hum of the city in the background. Smoke curled lazily from Levi’s cigarette as he tilted his head, finally giving Eren a proper look. His gaze lingered, something unreadable flickering behind his sharp eyes, before he let out a quiet scoff.

„You’re cocky for someone who had his first night in jail,” Levi muttered, exhaling a slow stream of smoke. His voice carried ist usual roughness, but there was no real bite behind it—just something low, something familiar.

Eren’s lips curled into a grin, the kind that always got him into trouble. He stepped closer, leaning into Levi’s space, close enough that their shoes nearly touched. His voice dipped into something suggestive, more raspy. „Yeah, maybe. But how can I not be, considering how we ended up there?”

Levi didn’t answer right away. He just let his fingers graze the front of Eren’s shirt, pressing gently into his chest right over his heart—a small gesture, but one that spoke louder than words. A reassurance.

Eren caught it, his smile softening into something less playful, something real. He leaned in slightly, his voice quieter now. „So… not a total waste of a night?”

Levi huffed, flicking ash from his cigarette. „Tch. Guess not.”

He took another drag, exhaling through his nose before tapping Eren lightly on the chest with the back of his fingers. „Still, let’s not make getting arrested a habit. I don’t like being locked up. Fucking cops…”

He looked up into Eren’s eyes, a flicker of affection in his gaze. „But you’re worth it.”

Eren chuckled, tilting his head in a way that suggested absolutely no promises.

Armin, who had been watching the exchange with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, let out a dramatic sigh. „You two are impossible.” He rubbed a hand over his face before adding, „And for the love of God, have sex indoors next time.”

Eren just grinned. „Where’s the fun in that?”

Armin shot him a glare, but it was more tired than truly angry. „I swear, if I have to get another call in the middle of the night because you couldn’t keep it in your pants—”

„You’ll show up anyway,” Eren interrupted smoothly, rocking back on his heels. „Because you love me.”

Armin groaned, looking skyward like he was praying for patience. „Unfortunately.”

Erwin, having quietly finished his cigarette, chuckled under his breath. „With you two, there’s never a dull moment.” His tone was amused, but his gaze was sharp, thoughtful as it flicked between Levi and Eren.

Levi, for his part, just shook his head, letting the last of his cigarette burn low between his fingers before flicking it to the ground and grinding it under his boot. His posture was looser now, the tension of the night finally bleeding away.

Levi exhaled a long breath, his face darkening with tiredness. „I’m fucking tired. And I feel disgusting.” His fingers itched, the cell definitely hadn’t been clean enough, and the sweat from having sex with Eren and the scent of the tapas restaurant still clung to him.

Eren hummed in agreement. The cops had shown up so fast there hadn’t been a second to clean up after themselves. „Right. We should head home, take a shower, sleep.”

He rubbed a hand over his face, pushing some stray hair out of his eyes. He felt tired too, even if he kept making playful comments.

„There’s not going to be much sleep,” Armin said, glancing at his watch with a sigh. „It’s already four in the morning, and it’s a weekday.”

Eren groaned, suddenly realizing the gravity of the situation. „Shit,” he muttered under his breath, his expression dropping. He had to show up for work in just a few hours. The late-night activitys seemed to be catching up to him now. His eyes shifted to Levi, who was still standing close by, looking equally exhausted.

Levi took a deep breath, pressing his jaw together as if trying to stave off the weariness creeping into his bones. He didn’t sleep well most nights due to his light insomnia, but with Eren beside him, he’d gotten decent rest during the night, at least enough to get by. Still, the idea of working after a night like this wasn’t exactly thrilling. He let out a low sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly.

Eren noticed the exhaustion creeping into Levi’s features and frowned. He could tell Levi wasn’t going to admit it, but he wasn’t in great shape either.

„You can call Izzy and Farlan,” Eren suggested, his voice soft and concerned. „Tell them you’re not coming in today. You’re the boss, after all. The tattoos can wait.”

He reached out, brushing his fingers lightly against Levi’s arm. „I’m not risking you messing up designs because of a lack of sleep.”

Levi huffed, rubbing his face with the back of his hand. „I’ve managed worse,” he muttered, but the edge in his tone had softened slightly.

He paused, though, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. „Maybe they can reschedule the first appointments for me,” he added after a moment, his voice quieter, as if the idea of taking a day off might not be such a bad one after all.

Eren nodded, satisfied with that suggestion. „Maybe I can call Mike and come in a little later, too. I feel like a zombie,” he said, his words drawing a quiet laugh from Levi.

But then Eren groaned again, louder this time, as a sudden realization hit him. „Shit,” he muttered, looking at the others. „I have that photoshoot on Saturday. I need to look good for that.”

Armin snorted, leaning back against the wall and crossing his arms. „That’s still three days away. Don’t do anything stupid. Just put on a face mask, and you’ll be fine,” he said, rolling his eyes in mock disbelief.

Eren shot Armin a look, feeling the heat of embarrassment rush to his face.

„Face mask?“ Erwin asked, his eyebrow raising in curiosity as he turned to Eren.

Levi chuckled, a light, teasing sound. „Yeah, he does that thing. Runs around the apartment with slimy shit on his face and his hair in some crazy style, like an idiot.“ Levi’s gaze shifted to Eren, the corners of his lips curling in amusement. „It’s cute.“

Eren’s face flushed, and he scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. „Excuse me, I’m not cute,“ he muttered, sounding like a brat. „It keeps my skin nice,“ he added, as though that was justification enough.

Armin couldn’t help but laugh, his voice light and teasing. „He’s been doing it since high school.“

„Not everyone can look as young and handsome as Levi,“ Eren shot back with a grin, glancing over at his boyfriend. Levi still looked like he was in his twenties, no sign of aging, despite being well past thirty. Eren had always thought that was one of Levi’s most unfair traits. Not a wrinkle, not a sign of fatigue, just… good genes.

Levi didn’t respond to the compliment. Instead, he let the conversation shift, his expression turning a bit more serious. „I’ve got that fight coming up,“ he said, his voice firm but casual, as if the subject was just another part of the day. He glanced at Erwin. „You’re showing up?“

Erwin’s eyes lit up with clear interest. He already knew about Levi’s fight, but hearing him mention it now made his excitement evident. „Of course,“ Erwin replied, a grin tugging at his lips.

„If you’re stepping into the ring, I’m not missing the opportunity to see that. It’s not every day you get to watch Levi Ackerman fight.“

Levi rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the small smirk forming at the corner of his mouth. „Don’t get too excited,“ he warned, but his voice held the faintest trace of pride. „It’s just another fight.“

Eren chimed in, leaning back and stretching. „Yeah, just another fight, where you’ll probably knock someone out in two minutes. You’re getting predictable, babe.“

Levi shot him a sideways glance. „I’ll make sure to take my time just for you.“

Eren’s grin grew. There was something thrilling about seeing Levi in all his strength and glory. Biting his lip, his mind flashed with the image of Levi’s strong body—muscles and ink. His cheeks flushed as warmth rushed through him. Even if he was tired and had just gotten arrested for his impulsive desires, he couldn’t stop himself.

Armin snorted. „Eren, I see your face. Stop it!“ He glanced at his watch again, sighing. „Seriously, we need to get some rest, or at least try to.“

Eren ran a hand through his hair. „Yeah, yeah,“ he muttered. „I’ll try not to act like a horny dog,“ he said, giving himself a light jab to lighten the mood. He let out a yawn, his body sagging in exhaustion despite the playful banter keeping him upright.

Levi was already stepping away from the group, his hands in his pockets. „We’ll deal with everything later,“ he said, his tone firm but with an undercurrent of quiet affection. „I’m fucking tired. Let’s just go home now.“

Eren turned to Armin. „Oh hey, are you coming too on Saturday?“ His eyes flicked between his friend and Erwin, curious for a reaction. „Maybe Annie will be there.“

Eren almost hoped for a reaction to see if there was something going on between Armin and Erwin beyond being friends and coworkers, but neither of them reacted. Armin just smiled a little. „Yeah, I think I’ll come.“

Erwin smiled politely, watching them for a moment longer. „Then that’s settled. And Levi…“ He locked his blue eyes on him. „A drink and a story.“

Levi held his gaze. „Sure.“ He opened the driver’s side door to his car as Eren slipped into the passenger seat.

Eren leaned back in his seat, feeling the weight of the night fade as Levi started the motor. The low rumble of the engine mixed with the opening chords of Rebel Love Song by Black Veil Brides. The song wasn’t quiet, wasn’t subtle—it was loud, pulsing with defiance and devotion, the perfect soundtrack to the reckless night they’d just had.

„I cannot hide
What’s on my mind
I feel it
Burning deep inside
A passion crime
To take what’s mine
Let us start
Living for today.“

Eren smirked, the lyrics hitting a little too close to home. His body still ached in the best way possible, the memory of their little crime fresh in his mind—the heat of Levi’s touch, the rough scrape of brick under his hands, Levi’s hot body against his, the thrill of getting caught. Messy, impulsive, and absolutely worth it.

„Never gonna change my mind
We can leave it all behind
Nothing’s gonna stop us
No, not this time.“

His gaze flickered to Levi, who kept his hands steady on the wheel, his expression unreadable. But Eren knew him. Knew that under that calm exterior, Levi still felt the rush of it all—the aftermath of adrenaline and want, the raw, undeniable pull between them. The song pulsed through the speakers, wild and unrepentant, carrying the same fuck what anyone thinks energy that had gotten them into trouble in the first place.

Eren huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. Yeah, that sounded about right.

They weren’t the type to play it safe. They never had been. Even now, after the handcuffs, the holding cell, and the exasperated glares from Armin and Erwin, Eren didn’t regret a damn thing. He could still feel Levi against him—solid, real—like he was the only thing that mattered. And maybe he was.

The chorus kicked in, the words vibrating through the car like they were meant for them.

„So take your hand in mine
It’s ours tonight
This is a Rebel Love Song
Hearts will sacrifice
It’s do or die
This is a Rebel Love Song.“

Without thinking, Eren reached across the console, fingers brushing against Levi’s. Levi didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away. Instead, after a brief pause, he took Eren’s hand in his own, squeezing once before resting it back on the gearshift. A small, silent gesture. One that said, I’m here. I always will be.

Levi exhaled through his nose, the ghost of a laugh slipping past his lips. „This song suits you,” he muttered.

Eren grinned, tilting his head against the seat. „Suits us,” he corrected, his voice low, satisfied.

Levi didn’t argue. He didn’t have to. The steady way he held Eren’s hand, the way his grip lingered just a little longer than necessary, was answer enough.

As the chorus roared through the speakers once more, Eren closed his eyes, letting himself sink into the moment. No regrets. No apologies. Just the two of them—a rebel love song of their own making.

_

At home, exhaustion settled over both of them like a heavy blanket. Levi stepped into their apartment first, flicking the light on. The familiar space was a quiet relief, grounding after the chaos of the night. The air smelled like home—clean linen, faint traces of Levi’s tea, and something distinctly theirs.

Levi rubbed his face, exhaling slowly. His body ached, not in a painful way but in that drained, overused sense that came after too much adrenaline. He rolled his shoulders, already thinking about a hot shower and maybe collapsing straight into bed.

Eren closed the door behind him, locking it with a soft click. Despite the exhaustion dragging at his limbs, something restless still buzzed under his skin. Maybe it was the leftover thrill, the absurdity of the situation, or the fact that even after everything—even after being caught, cuffed, and scolded—he didn’t regret a damn thing.

And suddenly, he couldn’t hold it in anymore. The laugh bubbled up before he could stop it, deep and unfiltered, spilling out of his throat as he leaned back against the door. His chest shook with it, his whole body still wired from the night. He could still feel the phantom press of handcuffs around his wrists, the chill of metal long gone but imprinted in his muscles. And lower—yeah, there was still undeniable evidence of Levi buried deep inside him, proof of just how messy, how reckless, how downright obscene they’d been.

But all Eren could do was laugh. Because, fuck, one day this was going to make a hilarious story.

Levi turned, one eyebrow raised as he gave Eren the most unimpressed look. „You losing your mind now?” he asked, his voice flat but touched with the slightest hint of curiosity.

Eren just chuckled, pushing himself off the door. His steps weren’t as energetic as usual—he was worn out, his muscles heavy—but he moved toward Levi with steady purpose. A grin tugged at his lips as he slid his hands over Levi’s waist, up his chest, fingertips pressing into firm muscle.

„This was a hell of a night,” Eren murmured, his voice low, amusement still dancing in his tone.

Levi’s hands found Eren’s hips, thumbs brushing absently over the fabric of his jeans. „That it was,” he agreed, tilting his head slightly as he watched Eren. „But what’s so funny?”

Eren’s grin widened, his turquoise-green eyes gleaming with mischief and disbelief.

„Everything,” he said, his breath hitching as he shook his head. „It was—shit.” He bit his lip, laughter still threatening to break through. „I can’t believe it all actually happened. Like, I still have your cum up my ass.”

Levi exhaled sharply through his nose, his grip tightening on Eren’s hips. „Eren—”

Eren just laughed harder, breathless now, pressing his forehead to Levi’s. „The cops caught us fucking,” he continued, voice still hushed with incredulity. „We almost ended up in prison. And you know what? I don’t regret a second of it.”

Levi huffed, shaking his head, but the faintest smirk was tugging at his lips. His fingers slid under the hem of Eren’s shirt, thumbs brushing warm skin. „You’re a reckless bastard,” he muttered, but there was no real bite to it.

Eren grinned, undeterred. „Yeah, but I’m your reckless bastard.”

Levi rolled his eyes, but his hands stayed firm on Eren’s body, pulling him in just a little closer.

„That you are,” he said, looking up at Eren, his grip tightening.

His sharp eyes traced over Eren’s face, taking in the flush of his skin, the wild spark still burning in his turquoise-green eyes. Even after everything—the exhaustion, the mess, the trouble they’d gotten into—Eren still looked beautiful. Untamed, defiant, and entirely his.

Eren leaned down, his breath warm against Levi’s lips before pressing in for a slow, teasing kiss. His lips brushed lightly at first, just a taste, before he deepened it, pulling Levi in with the quiet hunger that never seemed to fade between them.

„I want more nights like this with you,” he murmured against Levi’s mouth, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. He trailed soft kisses along Levi’s cheek, nipping lightly before moving to the other side, his voice dropping into something softer, more intimate.

„Again and again…” Another kiss, this time to Levi’s jaw. Then the bridge of his nose, before capturing Levi’s lips again—longer, deeper, with a slow-burning passion that made his stomach twist in the best way.

„Living our lives how we want to,” Eren whispered, his forehead resting against Levi’s. „Fuck whatever anyone else thinks.”

Levi snorted, tilting his head slightly, dark eyes burning into Eren’s with something unreadable, something that made Eren’s breath hitch.

„You’re getting a kick out of this,” Levi teased, one hand sliding up Eren’s back, nails grazing lightly over the skin beneath his shirt. „To hell with the rules, huh? Getting turned on by whatever reckless shit you wanna do, and we just do it.”

„Fuck, yeah,” Eren grinned, voice low and rough, the thrill still fresh in his veins.

Levi hummed, a knowing sound, pressing himself just a little closer—not because he intended to start anything, but because he knew exactly what it did to Eren. He wasn’t planning on going another round tonight; he was too damn tired for that. But teasing? That was different.

„Are you still wet for me?” Levi asked, voice smooth, his lips barely ghosting over Eren’s ear.

Eren exhaled sharply, the question sending a jolt through him. His body, exhausted as it was, still reacted to Levi’s presence, to the press of his hands, the heat of his breath.

„I’m wet for you whenever you want me to be,” Eren admitted, his voice unguarded, raw with devotion and desire.

Levi smirked, letting the moment stretch just long enough to make Eren squirm before he pulled back slightly. „I want you wet now…” He paused, dragging it out just enough before adding, „…in the shower.”

Eren groaned, his head falling forward against Levi’s shoulder as the realization hit. Levi was messing with him.

Levi patted Eren’s hip, his smirk growing. „We’re fucking filthy, and I want to go to bed.”

Eren huffed a breath, part frustration, part amusement. „Asshole,” he muttered, but he was already stepping back, because Levi was right.

This wasn’t the time to start anything more. His body still ached in a way that told him he was spent for the night. Sure, he could probably get hard again—scratch that, he knew he could, Levi had that effect on him—but right now, he wasn’t sure he had enough energy left to do anything useful with it.

So, shower. And then sleep.

Levi was already tugging off his shirt as he made his way toward the bathroom, throwing a smirk over his shoulder. „You coming, or are you just gonna stand there thinking about it?”

Eren grinned, shaking his head as he followed. „Oh, I’m coming.”

Levi snorted, but he didn’t say anything more.

_

After their shower—Eren’s fingers carding through Levi’s hair, massaging his undercut with slow, soothing movements, while Levi soaped up Eren’s torso and hips, carefully washing away the remnants of the night—they finally dragged themselves to bed. Their muscles were sore, their bodies spent, but the comforting routine of touching each other, of grounding themselves after everything, made it feel less like an end and more like a quiet continuation.

Eren sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, rubbing the towel through his damp hair, his gaze flicking to the clock on the nightstand. His frown deepened.

Not enough time to sleep.

Behind the curtains, the first flickers of morning light crept along the horizon, burning away the darkness of the night they had just barely left behind.

Eren sighed and tried to ignore it. Instead, he let the exhaustion settle over him as he slid under the covers, turning toward Levi. His arms opened instinctively—an invitation, an offering. A need.

„Come here,” he murmured, his voice thick with drowsiness but warm. „I want to hold you.”

Levi didn’t hesitate. He shifted closer, pressing against Eren’s chest. His body was warm, solid, and Eren wrapped his arms around him, pulling him in tight.

Levi exhaled slowly, his breath fanning against Eren’s collarbone. „You okay?” he muttered, no teasing in his voice, only quiet understanding.

Eren huffed a laugh, burying his nose in Levi’s hair. „Yeah, I’m okay.” He inhaled deeply, the fresh scent of soap filling his lungs. „Just tired. But not too tired to hold you.”

Levi’s hand slid over Eren’s ribs, settling at his waist. His touch was light but steady. A silent agreement.

They wouldn’t have much time to sleep. The morning was coming too fast. But for now, with Levi in his arms, Eren felt at ease.

X

As Eren’s alarm blared, he groaned, his head feeling heavy from a night spent in both adrenaline and exhaustion. It felt like he’d barely closed his eyes before it started ringing again. Grumbling, he reached out for his phone, not ready to face anything today. But in an effort to not disturb Levi, he pulled the blanket up over his head, trying to muffle the world. With half-open eyes, he blindly dialed Mike’s number.

„Morning, Eren,” Mike’s voice came through the phone, sounding as tired as Eren felt, with a hint of grogginess still lingering in his voice.

„Hey, Mike,” Eren muttered, his voice thick, barely above a whisper. „I need to ask a favor…”

Mike sounded like he was just starting to wake up. „What’s up?”

„Can I come in later today?” Eren whispered, pulling the blanket tighter around himself, trying not to wake Levi. „Please, just… two hours, maybe three. I need sleep! I work longer the next few days, but…” His words trailed off as he let out a frustrated sigh.

Mike groaned on the other end of the line. „What’s going on, Eren? Are you sick?”

„No,” Eren replied, though he felt like he might be—his mouth was dry, his head throbbing. „Me and Levi got arrested last night. Spent the night in a holding cell… just got home. Haven’t really slept.” He kept it brief, hoping Mike would understand without too many questions.

There was a long pause before Mike spoke again, sounding much more awake now. „Arrested?” His voice was sharp with confusion. „What happened?”

Eren groaned again, rubbing his temples. „We fucked, and the cops caught us.”

There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end. „You F-?” Mike cut himself off, taking a moment to process the absurdity. Then, with a sigh, he added, „You know what, never mind…“

_

The next time Eren heard an alarm ringing, it was Levi’s. He blinked, still half-asleep, barely able to orient himself. The world felt hazy, the remnants of sleep clouding his thoughts. But before he could fully register it, he felt Levi’s warmth next to him shift. A soft weight on the bed as Levi pulled the blanket back over him, cocooning Eren in comfort.

Levi pressed a gentle kiss to Eren’s head, his breath warm and steady against his skin. „Did you call Mike?“ Levi’s voice was hoarse from sleep, rougher than usual, and Eren could feel the softness of the words against his ear.

„Hm,“ Eren mumbled, still too tired to form a complete thought. „I did.“

Levi didn’t need more than that. His lips brushed against Eren’s temple, a brief, reassuring contact before he whispered, „Okay. Sleep.” His voice held an edge of finality, as if there was nothing else that needed to be said.

Eren let out a quiet sigh, his eyes fluttering shut once more. He was aware of the weight of Levi’s body next to him, still close, but slowly shifting away. He felt the shift in the bed, the quiet rustle of Levi moving.

The warmth that had enveloped him just moments before seemed to dissipate as Levi slipped out of bed. The soft sound of Levi’s feet against the floor was all Eren could hear as the room settled into silence again. He wished Levi would stay a little longer, that they could keep holding each other through the exhaustion and the chaos of the night. But he knew Levi had his own routine, his own things to take care of.

With another groan, Eren pulled the blanket around himself and sank deeper into the bed, trying to fight the overwhelming desire to drift back to sleep. The quiet sound of Levi moving around in the other room was enough to anchor him in the moment.

Eren shifted, finding a comfortable position, and let his eyes close once more. For now, the world could wait.

X

„The fuck, you are what?“ Isabel stared at Levi with wide green eyes, barely able to believe what she had just heard.

Levi had strolled into his tattoo shop, *No Regrets*, well past noon, skipping half his workday. His tired eyes were hidden behind a smudged line of black eyeliner, though the attempt at covering up his exhaustion only made his already pale skin look even paler. Not that he could blame anyone but himself—and Eren’s horny ass. Literally.

But honestly? It had been too much fun to regret it.

So now, he had just finished telling Isabel and Farlan what had happened last night and why, at the crack of dawn, he had texted Farlan to let him know he’d be late and needed his morning clients rescheduled.

Levi sipped his black tea, mentally preparing for the rest of his workday. „Are you deaf?” he asked Isabel flatly, looking unimpressed with her dramatic reaction.

She huffed, crossing her arms and leaning against the desk in the tattoo room. „That’s rich, big bro,” she said, shaking her head.

Farlan, who was currently on his break, looked both amused and baffled. „Seriously? The cops caught you fucking?” He chuckled, exchanging a knowing glance with his girlfriend.

Isabel, ever the nosy brat, leaned forward, her grin wicked. „Like… did they catch you in the act? Were you still inside him? Did you come?” Her eyes sparkled with mischief before she added, „Oh, don’t tell me the cops blew up your orgasm—”

„Fuck, shut up.” Levi grunted, glaring at her, though he wasn’t really surprised by her line of questioning. He had known her long enough to expect this. „That’s none of your damn business.”

„Don’t give me that.” Isabel’s grin widened. „Come on, why even do it if you’re not gonna share the hell of a story that came out of it?”

„No.” Levi rolled his eyes, already tired of the conversation.

She smirked, undeterred. „Fine. I’ll ask Eren.” She paused for effect, her voice dripping with fake innocence. „He’ll tell me everything.”

Levi exhaled slowly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He knew she was right. That damn brat would spill the whole story if she prodded him enough.

„Damn, whatever,” he muttered before giving in. „I heard the fucking siren right after I’d pumped my cum in him. That what you wanted to hear?”

He growled, irritation lacing his voice. „Had just enough time to pull my pants up, so no funny story about getting my naked ass hauled off to prison in fucking handcuffs.”

Isabel burst out laughing, slapping her thigh as she doubled over in amusement.

Farlan shook his head at their antics, still grinning. „Fucking in a goddamn alley…” He chuckled, leaning back. „Well, at least you know Erwin. It’s not the first time he’s pulled you out of a holding cell. That guy’s a badass in his own way.”

„But it’s the first time for fucking,” Isabel piped up again, still grinning.

Levi shot her a flat, unimpressed look, but she was having too much fun to stop. „Really, I love Eren for the way he’s all over you. He’s your perfect match.”

Levi took a slow breath, pretending to be annoyed, but he couldn’t fight the little smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Farlan shook his head, still chuckling. „You two are reckless bastards, you know that?“ He took a sip of his coffee, watching Levi with amusement. „But hey, at least you know how to live a fun life. More than I can say for most people. „

Levi scoffed, swirling the last of his tea in his cup. „Fun, my ass. We got arrested because Eren can’t keep his dick in his pants for one fucking night. „

„Oh please,“ Isabel smirked. „Like you were complaining. You love him for it. You love that he’s a rebel at heart. And you want to stick your dick in his juicy ass just as much.“

Levi shot her a glare but didn’t argue.

Farlan leaned back against the counter, shaking his head. „Honestly, I don’t even know how the hell you two function. Getting caught in an alley, fucking everywhere—what’s next? A quickie in Erwin’s office?“

Levi’s face twisted into something between horror and disgust. „The fuck is wrong with you? I’d rather die.“

Isabel cackled. „Yeah, yeah, but you gotta admit—it would be hilarious.“

„You two are one to talk,“ Levi shot back. „Like you never did dumb shit when we were younger.“

Farlan grinned, completely unfazed. „Can’t argue with that.“

Isabel smirked and blew a playful kiss to her boyfriend, winking at him. „We just knew how to have fun, right, babe?“

Levi muttered something under his breath and downed the rest of his tea, deliberately ignoring Isabel’s smug look as she leaned against the counter, clearly enjoying his irritation.

X

When Eren really woke up, it was past midday, and his stomach was screaming at him. He stretched lazily in bed, the soreness from last night still clinging to his muscles like a stubborn ache, a reminder of everything they’d done. The apartment was quiet, sunlight filtering in through the curtains, casting long, golden streaks across the floor. Levi was gone—probably at work by now—leaving Eren alone in the warm stillness of their home.

Dragging himself out of bed, he ran a hand through his hair, not bothering to tame the wild mess of it. Clad in nothing but his underwear, he padded into the kitchen, the cool floor a stark contrast to his still-heated skin. First things first—coffee. He moved on autopilot, grabbing the coffee pot and setting it to brew, barely able to keep his eyes open as he waited.

His stomach grumbled impatiently, demanding food, but Eren wasn’t in the mood to put in any effort. He rummaged through the cabinets, eventually settling on the easiest option—peanut butter and strawberry jelly. He slapped the two spreads onto a slice of bread with zero precision, adding an extra dollop of jelly just because.

Leaning against the kitchen counter, he took a big bite, barely caring when more jelly oozed out onto his fingers. He licked it off absentmindedly, eyes still half-lidded with sleep, the rich taste of peanut butter and sweet strawberry filling his mouth. If Levi were here, he’d definitely roll his eyes and mutter about Eren acting like a damn kid. He’d also complain about crumbs on the floor, but right now, Eren couldn’t bring himself to care.

He took another bite, smirking to himself as he thought about the night.

As he ate, his mind drifted back to the conversation he’d had with Mike earlier that morning.

„You know what, never mind. I don’t even want to know the details.” Mike had sighed, clearly exhausted with Eren’s bullshit. „Just get some rest, man. You’re lucky you’re not still in jail.”

Eren had chuckled, voice rough from exhaustion. „Yeah, tell me about it.” He had sunk deeper into the pillows, barely able to keep his eyes open. „Thanks, Mike. I’ll be in a little later. You’ll probably need more coffee to deal with me.”

Mike had snorted. „Actually, don’t come in at all. Take the whole day off.”

That had caught Eren off guard. „Wait, seriously?”

„Yeah, under one condition,” Mike had said, his tone dry as hell. „You never, ever tell me anything more about how you and Levi ended up fucking in an alley.”

„Deal.”

Now, standing in his quiet kitchen, coffee in one hand and his sad excuse of a sandwich in the other, Eren exhaled a contented sigh. Yeah, last night had been absolutely reckless. And yeah, they probably should’ve known better.

But would he change a damn thing?

Not a chance.

_

Eren lounged on the couch, sprawled out in a mess of blankets and pillows, with the faint sound of an old episode of Sons of Anarchy playing in the background. His eyes barely tracked the screen as the characters in the show shouted and fought their way through whatever latest drama was unfolding. He wasn’t really paying attention—not with his body aching, his head still a little foggy from the lack of sleep, and the weight of everything from the night before lingering in his chest.

His legs stretched out, his feet propped up on the coffee table, and he let his mind wander. It wasn’t lost on him that, while he was here recovering from the chaotic aftermath of the night, Levi had dragged himself out of bed early to go to work. Eren huffed in frustration, feeling a wave of guilt.

„I should at least make him a decent dinner tonight, „ he thought, absently scratching at his temple. The idea of letting Levi walk in to a warm meal after a long, hard day seemed like the least he could do. It wasn’t much, but it might help balance things out—let Levi relax for a change.

The guilt faded a bit as his thoughts shifted to the events of last night—well, more specifically, how they had gotten out of the mess they’d gotten themselves into. He smiled to himself as he thought about Armin and Erwin.

He still couldn’t believe how they pulled that off.

It had taken Erwin and Armin just a few hours to get them out of that holding cell. A couple of calls to the right people in the right places, and suddenly, they were walking out of that police station like they owned the place. Eren had been floored.

Erwin had always had connections—Eren had known that. The man had a way of working his charm, his authority, of getting things done with little more than a smile and a few well-placed words. But to see it in action, to watch how effortlessly he’d handled everything, had been something else. Erwin was like a force of nature, and the way he’d walked into that station with Armin at his side was just… powerful.

And then there was Armin.

Who would’ve thought the shy, innocent-looking Armin would be so smooth? Eren knew better, a grin tugging at his lips.

Armin had kept his cool through the whole thing, looking calm and collected, not even slightly rattled by the chaos. He’d always been the one to keep a level head in situations, but Eren had never expected him to be that cool and professional at his job as a lawyer. He was a real badass—deep down, no matter how much he liked to play the role of the quiet, thoughtful one.

Eren made a mental note to thank Armin properly. It wasn’t every day that you had a friend who would drop everything to bail you out of a holding cell at the drop of a hat—and not only that, but do it without even breaking a sweat. Armin was always there for him, always had his back, even when Eren was being a reckless idiot. But, true to form, Armin would never let him get away with too much bullshit. That was part of why Eren loved him so much—he wasn’t afraid to call him out when he needed it. Armin was like a brother to him.

„Better than a brother,“ Eren thought with a half-smile. Thinking about Zeke made him scowl, though.

Speaking of brothers…

Eren knew he still had to make that call to Zeke. Part of him didn’t even want to—Zeke was a pain in the ass, and their relationship had always been… complicated. But he couldn’t avoid it forever. Not after that stunt Zeke had pulled. The sheer thought of calling Zeke a ‚fucking dumbass‘ seemed like it would be worth it, though. He’d at least get the chance to vent and feel a little lighter.

But not today. Today was for rest.

Eren took a sip from his drink and thought about what he could do for Armin. „Thank you for showing up in the middle of the night and pulling my ass out of a holding cell”—what could possibly be a good way to show appreciation for that?

Eren thought about it for a while, his mind drifting in and out of focus. Maybe he could take Armin out for something nice—something low-key. Armin wasn’t into flashy things, but he loved a good conversation over a quiet dinner. He’d appreciate that more than anything, Eren figured.

„I’ll figure something out,” Eren said to himself with a satisfied grin. Then he glanced at the clock. „I’ve got time. I’ll think of something.”

On impulse, Eren reached for his phone, opening his contacts. Well, if Armin had saved him from prison because he’d gotten laid—railed, if you wanted to be more specific—why not help Armin in that department? He didn’t have Annie’s number, but he could go through the next best option.

Grinning, Eren opened Mikasa’s chat, feeling a little mischievous. He paused for a moment, deciding how to phrase it. Then his fingers started moving quickly across the screen as he typed out his message in bits, a little like he was crafting a casual, spontaneous note.

*Hey Mika*

He quickly added more:

*So, Levi’s got a fight coming up. Saturday.*

He didn’t want to waste time thinking too hard, so he just kept going.

*Armin’s coming. He’ll probably be pumped to see Annie there too.*

Eren paused, his thumb hovering over the screen. Then, with a little chuckle to himself, he typed:

*Anyway, I was thinking it’d be cool if you and Annie could come. You know, hang out after the fight or whatever.*

He added a casual flourish to the end:

*Let me know what you think!*

Eren reread the message, grinning at how it had come out. It was light, playful, and a perfect way to get Mikasa thinking about it without making it sound too serious. Armin was going to be totally blindsided, but that was exactly what he needed—a little push in the right direction.

Finally, he hit send. His grin widened even more at the thought of Armin’s reaction.

With the message sent, Eren stretched back out on the couch, his hand falling to the remote to mindlessly flick through channels. Levi was at work, Armin’s favor was sorted, and now he could zone out and relax. The day was his—for the next few hours, at least.

X

Chapter Text

No Regrets 2
Chapter 15 – Photoshoot

By evening, Eren had managed to get his energy back. After a day spent recovering on the couch, he was now determined to make it a nice evening for Levi. The apartment was tidier, the clutter put away, and his appearance was more presentable. He didn’t mind putting in the effort—looking good for his boyfriend was something Eren enjoyed. After all, every time Levi walked into a room, Eren couldn’t help but stare. The way Levi carried himself, the way his eyes glinted with that sarcastic charm, it always made Eren’s heart race. He wanted to show Levi just how much he appreciated him.

In the kitchen, Eren was cooking with energy, humming along to the beat of Ozzy Osbourne’s „I Don’t Wanna Stop.” He was full of life, dancing around the kitchen, swaying his hips to the rhythm of the song. He let the lyrics wash over him, shaking his body to the groove:

„All my life I’ve been over the top,
I don’t know what I’m doing,
All I know is I don’t wanna stop,
All fired up, I’m gonna go till I drop,
You’re either in or in the way,
Don’t make me, I don’t wanna stop,

Why don’t they ever listen to me?
It’s just a one-way conversation,
Nothing they say is gonna set me free,
Don’t need no mental masturbation.”

Eren was lost in the music, the sizzling of the pan in front of him mixing with the pulse of the guitar. It felt good to be alive, to be here, cooking for Levi, doing something to make him smile.

The door clicked open, and Eren heard the familiar sound of Levi entering. He didn’t need to look to know who it was—he could sense Levi’s presence immediately. His posture stiff, his shoes barely making a sound on the floor as he stepped in. Despite his tiredness from the night before and the long workday, there was something effortlessly graceful about Levi.

Eren’s eyes flicked to the door, lighting up instantly when he saw Levi standing there, looking composed yet tired. His green eyes softened as a grin spread across his face. He wiped his hands on the towel, pushing aside the salad he had been working on, and practically skipped over to Levi, eager to greet him properly.

„Hey, babe,” Eren said, his voice filled with warmth as he slid his hands around Levi’s waist, pulling him close. He leaned down, his lips brushing over Levi’s in a soft kiss. The kiss was light at first, a greeting, but Eren lingered just long enough to savor the feeling of Levi’s lips against his.

Levi’s mouth tasted faintly like the cold air outside, mixed with a subtle sweetness. Eren’s hands slid up to Levi’s shoulders as their lips met again, this time with more urgency. It was a quiet, tender moment—the kind of kiss that told Levi everything Eren couldn’t say out loud.

Levi pulled back slightly, his lips glistening as he licked them, savoring Eren’s taste. His voice was low, tinged with amusement as he spoke.

„I see you’ve recovered,” he said, not a question but an observation, his eyes tracing the contours of Eren’s face with a soft, affectionate gaze. There was a knowing warmth in his expression—he could always tell when Eren was back to his usual self.

Eren beamed, his energy practically radiating off him. „I did,” he answered, smiling broadly. „Now it’s your turn to relax.”

He slipped out of Levi’s arms to reach into the fridge, his movements smooth and purposeful. „Dinner’s almost ready,” he continued, „and…” He reached into the fridge and pulled out a glass, the light from the kitchen reflecting off the smooth edges of the glass. „I already prepared a drink for you.”

Eren walked back over to Levi and handed him the glass, filled with rum—a drink Eren knew Levi preferred over whiskey. There was only one ice cube in it, just enough to chill it without watering it down. He handed it to Levi with a soft smile, watching as Levi took it with a quiet, appreciative glance.

„Thanks,” Levi muttered, his voice still low from exhaustion. He brought the glass to his lips, savoring the first sip with a soft sigh. Eren guided him toward the couch, his arm resting lightly around Levi’s shoulders, pulling him in close.

Levi’s body was warm, and Eren could feel the tension in his muscles as they made their way to the couch.

Eren knelt down in front of Levi on the floor, a soft smile playing on his lips as he looked up at his boyfriend. The chaotic, gritty music of Ozzy Osbourne had faded into the background, replaced by the haunting melody of „Raining Stars“ by Lord of the Lost. The deep, atmospheric sound of the song added to the mood, the intensity of ist lyrics blending effortlessly with the energy in the room.

„The sky the deepest red,
The sun the bleakest black,
All words are worthless now,
There’s no way back…“

Levi raised a thin, almost imperceptible black eyebrow as he took another measured sip of his rum. His gaze, cool and steady, fell on Eren, who sat there with his hands resting on Levi’s knees. Eren’s fingers pressed gently against the fabric of Levi’s black jeans, beginning a slow, deliberate massage in small, circular motions along Levi’s thighs. With each touch, Eren’s breath grew ragged, his full lips parting just slightly—not out of overt seduction, but from a need he couldn’t quite suppress.

Even though the jeans formed an unwelcome barrier, Eren didn’t attempt to remove it; instead, he lowered his head and pressed a series of soft kisses along Levi’s thighs. Each kiss was playful and tender, his lidded eyes filled with a mixture of affection and quiet mischief. As his hands worked their way in slow circles, Eren could feel Levi’s muscles flex beneath his touch, the subtle shift in Levi’s breath betraying his pleasure.

„Oi, you don’t have to act like a fifties year housewife just because we got fucked last night.“ Levi’s voice trailed off in his usual flat, almost monotonous tone, but there was a hint of amusement, a barely audible hiss that Eren caught as his lips neared Levi’s crotch.

Eren chuckled, his tone soft and conspiratorial as he murmured between Levi’s legs, „I know.”

Despite Levi‘s bluntness of the comment, Eren couldn’t help but smile, his lips grazing Levi’s thigh again. He was trying to play it cool, but there was something about being close to Levi that made his heartbeat quicken every time. The slow, heavy beat of the music mixed with his playful energy, creating a quiet tension that was both thrilling and comforting.

„Relax and enjoy the show
Now welcome dear apocalypse
We dance in raining stars…“

As the music played, Eren’s hands worked gently - massaging, caressing, feeling the fabric of Levi’s black jeans under his fingertips. His breath was ragged, the proximity to Levi causing a slow heat to build between them. Eren wasn’t trying to seduce him; it was just his way of expressing the deep affection he felt—a desire to make Levi feel appreciated, to unwind after the exhaustion of the day. His way of letting Levi know he was seen, cared for, wanted.

„Snowing fire and raining stars,
Snowing fire and raining stars…“

Eren gripped Levi’s thighs a little tighter, his fingers pressing into the firm muscle beneath the fabric. Slowly, he leaned in, pressing a teasing kiss just above the seam of Levi’s pants, right in front of where he was starting to get hard. His breath was warm against the fabric, his movements slow and deliberate, but there was nothing demanding about it—just a quiet, intimate gesture.

Then, with a playful grin, Eren let his head rest in Levi’s lap, tilting his gaze upward to meet those sharp grey eyes. His own green eyes gleamed with mischief, but beneath it, something softer, something sincere.

„I just want to thank you,” Eren murmured, his voice dipping into something low and teasing, but still earnest. „For last night—I loved it.”

Instead of words, Levi’s hand moved, fingers sliding into the back of Eren’s neck, threading gently through the soft strands of his brown hair. His touch was firm but tender, fingertips tracing small, absentminded strokes against Eren’s scalp.

Eren closed his eyes for a moment, sighing into the contact, his body relaxing at the simple, grounding sensation of Levi’s touch. It was small gestures like this that made his heart ache in the best way—Levi didn’t always say much, but the way he touched, the way he held Eren’s head in his lap so carefully, it spoke volumes.

„…
Your eyes ignite in the fumes
Just like diamonds in the blood moon“

Eren locked eyes with Levi, his breath hitching slightly as he took in those gorgeous silver-grey eyes staring back at him. There was something about the way Levi looked at him—calm, steady, unreadable to most, but Eren had learned to pick up on the subtleties. The flicker of heat beneath Levi’s usual deadpan expression, the way his breath had shallowed just a fraction, the faintest tension in his shoulders that hadn’t been there before.

A slow, teasing smile curved Eren’s lips as he lowered his head, pressing another kiss—this time, directly over Levi’s half-hard cock through the fabric of his jeans. It still wasn’t about sex or leading things further, not right now.

„I want you to relax,” Eren murmured against him, his voice low and warm, carrying an unmistakable tenderness. „You deserve it. Lean back, drink your rum. Dinner’s ready in a few minutes, okay?”

Levi didn’t reply right away, just exhaled a quiet breath through his nose, fingers still tangled in Eren’s hair. There was a brief pause, the weight of the moment lingering between them—until, just as casually as he had begun, Eren pulled away and jumped to his feet.

The shift was sudden, playful, completely Eren. He stretched his arms above his head as he moved toward the kitchen, his energy light, effortless. Behind him, the song changed, Raining Stars fading out and giving way to the familiar, wild rhythm of AC/DC.

Levi huffed, shifting slightly in his seat. His legs twitched, his fingers flexed against his glass—subtle signs, but ones Eren caught even with his back turned. Levi had felt that. He wasn’t unaffected, no matter how composed he tried to seem. But, true to form, he didn’t comment on it. Didn’t push for anything more. He just accepted what Eren was doing for him, letting himself be taken care of.

„What’s for dinner?” Levi asked instead, his tone neutral, but Eren caught the way his voice was just a little rougher than before.

Eren smirked as he stepped into the kitchen, rolling up the sleeves of his hoodie. He shot a glance over his shoulder, his green eyes twinkling with amusement.

„Smashed potatoes—they’re already in the oven, seasoned with rosemary, garlic, and a bit of paprika powder. Green salad. And I’m about to sear the steak,” he listed off casually, grabbing a pan and setting it on the stove.

Levi took a slow sip of his rum, his silver eyes fixed on Eren with something unreadable. Then, in his usual flat tone, he remarked, „So, you basically smashed a few potatoes, tore up some leaves, and now you’re throwing meat into a pan—and you call that cooking.”

Despite the deadpan delivery, there was an unmistakable trace of warmth in his voice, maybe even appreciation.

Eren huffed, shaking his head as he grabbed a bottle of oil. „It’s more effort than it sounds,” he shot back, pouring just enough into the pan before tossing the steak in with a satisfying sizzle. „And you’re gonna eat it, so shut up.”

Levi made a small, unimpressed sound but didn’t argue. He simply leaned back against the couch, fingers loosely holding his glass, letting the sharpness and sweet aroma of the drink settle in him as he watched Eren move around the kitchen. There was always something comforting about the sight—Eren, cooking, taking care of things in his own way.

Levi felt his heart ache at the thought—Eren was everything he’d thought he’d never have. It wasn’t just the big gestures, the way he threw himself into things with reckless passion. It was in the little details too. The way he knew exactly how Levi liked his drink, the way he took the time to make sure Levi had a night to unwind, the way he was still grinning at him from the kitchen, green eyes warm and full of mischief.

Levi exhaled slowly, swirling the rum in his glass before taking another sip. „Tch. Just don’t burn the damn steak.”

_

The steak, like the rest of the meal, turned out perfect. It was seared to a rich, golden-brown crust on the outside, but tender and juicy on the inside—just how Levi liked it. The smashed potatoes were crisp at the edges, their insides soft and buttery, infused with the fragrant combination of rosemary, garlic, and a subtle warmth from the paprika. When paired with the cool, tangy sour cream, it was a perfect balance of texture and flavor

Levi took a bite, savoring the crunch of the potato before the creamy topping melted into it, letting out a quiet hum of approval. Across the table, Eren watched him intently, leaning slightly forward with his elbow propped on the table, a knowing smirk pulling at his lips.

„So, what do you say?” Eren asked, his voice dripping with confidence. He looked completely sure of himself, like there was no possible way Levi could have anything negative to say.

Levi let the question hang in the air for a second, chewing slowly. A sarcastic remark sat at the tip of his tongue, but for once, he let it go. That’s not what Eren deserved.

Instead, he exhaled, setting his fork down and meeting Eren’s gaze. „It’s good,” he admitted, his voice softer now.

Eren’s smirk widened, but before he could get too cocky, Levi added, „Really tasty. Juicy.” There was a subtle shift in his tone, just enough of a flirtatious edge to make it sound suggestive. „I appreciate a good piece of meat, especially from you.”

He knew exactly what he was doing—watching as Eren’s expression faltered for just a second, as his confidence gave way to the smallest flicker of flustered excitement.

„You’re a good cook,” Levi continued, letting the words roll off his tongue with ease before adding, „The practice is paying off.”

Eren blinked, caught for just a second before he scoffed, shaking his head. But the small, pleased smile that tugged at his lips gave him away. He picked up a piece of steak and popped it into his mouth, chewing with exaggerated satisfaction before pointing his fork at Levi.

„I knew you’d love it.”

_

After dinner, Eren stood up, gathering the plates and glasses, his mischievous grin never leaving his face. „You can head to the bedroom if you want,” he said casually, stacking the dishes in his hands. „Take off your shirt and pants.”

Levi raised an eyebrow, a dry chuckle escaping him as he watched Eren. He knew Eren could be bolt, but this felt like another level. Was it playful teasing? Or was Eren just being… well, Eren? Either way, it amused Levi.

Eren caught the knowing look from Levi and immediately burst out laughing. „Not like that,” he clarified quickly, raising his hands in mock surrender. „I’ll give you a massage, alright? You look like you could use it.”

Levi tilted his head slightly, an amused smirk tugging at his lips. „A massage, huh?” His voice was low, teasing, but there was a glint of curiosity in his eyes. „You sure you’re up for it?”

Eren didn’t hesitate, his tone still playful but filled with an eager energy. „Yeah, why not? I told you, I want you to relax,” he said, glancing over his shoulder with a mock-serious look. „You’ll be begging for more by the end of it.”

Levi raised an eyebrow, watching him move around the kitchen as he continued cleaning up. His lips curled into a knowing grin. „We’ll see about that,” he shot back, the challenge clear in his voice. „Depends on how good you are.”

Eren smiled, leaning in closer as he took the last of the glasses away, his voice quiet but confident. „I’m always good for you,” he said, the words smooth and sincere, a slight warmth in his eyes. His fingers brushed against Levi’s as he placed the glass down on the counter, the brief touch lingering between them.

Levi met his gaze, his own expression softening just a little. There was something about Eren’s confidence that always made him smile, even if he wasn’t one to admit it often.

„Mm, we’ll see,” Levi muttered with a hint of amusement, sitting back and watching Eren with an almost predatory gaze. „If you can actually live up to that promise.“

Eren chuckled, wiping his hands on the dish towel and then tossing it aside. „I’ll make you believe it,” he replied, before turning to finish cleaning the last few things from the meal.

The atmosphere in the room shifted just slightly, a soft, quiet tension filling the space as Eren focused on the simple task of cleaning.

_

By the time Eren stepped into the bedroom, the kitchen was spotless, and the scent of dinner still lingered faintly in the air. But all thoughts of food vanished when he saw Levi lying on the bed, one arm tucked behind his head, the other resting lazily by his side. He had stripped down to just his boxer briefs, revealing his lean, muscular thighs and the intricate ink curling over his ribs and arms.

Eren let his eyes trace over Levi’s form for a moment, taking in the sight of the smooth lines of his torso, the subtle dips and curves of his muscles, the way his skin looked in the dim bedroom light. But his gaze halted when he noticed Levi’s shirt was still on. Typical.

Levi, meanwhile, had been casually scrolling through his phone, barely acknowledging Eren’s entrance—until Eren moved closer, sitting down on the bed beside him. Levi sighed and put the phone aside, glancing at Eren with mild curiosity.

„I think someone needs help undressing,” Eren said, smirking as he reached toward Levi. „Come on, arms up.”

Levi scoffed, clicking his tongue. „Tch. I’m not a damn kid,” he grumbled, swatting Eren’s hands away before pulling the fabric over his head himself. He tossed the shirt aside with little care before stretching his arms for a second, rolling out the tension in his shoulders.

Eren didn’t respond right away. He couldn’t.

Because Levi was sitting there, bare-chested, toned, and ridiculously attractive. His skin was smooth except for the faintest scars, his tattoos shifting slightly as he moved. Eren’s brain momentarily short-circuited. His mouth went a little dry. Levi had this unintentional way of making him forget how to function, and it wasn’t fair.

Levi caught the staring. Of course, he did.

„So,” Levi said flatly, giving Eren a knowing look. „How do you want me?”

Eren’s brain died for a second. Just completely shut down.

Levi was fucking with him. He had to be.

Eren had to take a deep breath—because damn it, he wasn’t going to turn this into something else. This was about helping Levi relax. Nothing more. Definitely nothing for his own benefit.

Finally, he snapped out of it and cleared his throat. „Uh… Turn around. Lay on your stomach,” he instructed, keeping his voice steady.

Levi smirked as he shifted, rolling onto his stomach and resting his head on his folded arms. „From behind, huh?” he muttered, the tease obvious in his voice.

Eren felt the heat creep up his neck instantly. Okay. Maybe he deserved that jab for his strong preference toward that particular position.

„Just shut up and relax,” Eren mumbled, pressing his palms against Levi’s back to start. Levi chuckled lowly, but he didn’t protest, letting Eren’s hands settle against his skin.

Eren shifted on the mattress, kneeling beside Levi as he reached for the small bottle he had set up on the bedside table earlier. The dim bedroom light cast a soft glow over Levi’s back, highlighting the defined muscles and the way they tensed slightly in anticipation of Eren’s touch.

Just as Eren popped the cap open, Levi glanced over his shoulder, his sharp eyes narrowing. „You’re not putting lube on my back, shithead,” he grumbled, suspicion laced in his voice.

Eren groaned dramatically, rolling his eyes. „Stop bitching at me,” he muttered, but there was no real annoyance in his tone—just exasperated fondness. He held up the bottle for Levi to see. „It’s massage oil. Have a little faith in me.”

Levi muttered something into the pillow that Eren couldn’t quite catch, but whatever it was, it ended with Levi sighing and resting his head back down. A silent surrender.

Smirking to himself, Eren poured a small amount of oil into his palms, rubbing them together to warm it up. The soothing scent of eucalyptus and lavender filled the air, mixing with the faint trace of Levi’s soap and the lingering musk of his cologne.

„See? Not trying to pull anything,” Eren murmured as he placed his hands flat against Levi’s lower back.

Levi hummed in response, neither confirming nor denying his skepticism.

Eren started slow, moving his hands in wide, circular motions, pressing his thumbs into the tense muscles of Levi’s lower back. The warmth of the oil made it easier for his hands to glide smoothly over Levi’s skin, and with each slow stroke, he could feel Levi’s body slowly begin to relax beneath his touch.

Eren let his fingers knead into the knots in Levi’s back, working his way upward with careful pressure. „Damn, you’re stiff,” he muttered, half to himself, half teasing.

Levi exhaled a slow breath, his body sinking further into the mattress. „Yeah, no shit,” he mumbled, his voice already sounding a little lazier.

Eren grinned. „Don’t worry, I got you,” he promised, shifting his weight to get a better angle as he worked deeper into the tension in Levi’s shoulders.

For all of Levi’s gruffness, he wasn’t protesting. And Eren took that as a win.

He adjusted his position, shifting forward until he was straddling Levi just over the curve of his ass. He kept himself balanced on his knees, careful not to let his weight settle too heavily on Levi’s lower back. As tempting as the position was, he kept things professional—or at least, as professional as he could manage.

His hands worked steadily over Levi’s inked skin, fingers pressing into the tight knots along his back. He started just below Levi’s shoulder blades, thumbs digging into the rhomboid major and minor, feeling the tension gathered there.

„Damn, your rhomboids are tight,” Eren muttered, pressing in just enough to make Levi exhale sharply.

„Ah—” Levi let out a mix of relief and pain, his muscles flinching slightly before melting under Eren’s touch.

Eren smirked, sliding his palms up along Levi’s shoulders, thumbs kneading firmly. „Here,” he murmured, pressing into the muscle. „Your trapezius, right where it connects to your neck… yeah, that needs some serious attention.”

Levi’s body tensed instinctively, but then, slowly, gradually, he relaxed under Eren’s hands.

„This spot right here,” Eren continued, pressing his fingers into the base of Levi’s neck, „is tight as hell. Probably from sitting with shitty posture all day.”

Levi huffed a short breath, somewhere between amusement and annoyance. „Tch. I don’t have shitty posture.”

Eren grinned, still working slow, firm circles into the muscle. „Yeah? Then why does your levator scap feel like a damn rock?”

Levi growled, his voice muffled slightly by the pillow. „Medical school is showing, huh?” he muttered, sounding half-annoyed, half-accepting as he let his head sink deeper into the mattress.

Eren let out an exaggerated sigh. „Well, excuse me for retaining information,” he shot back, his tone playful but unimpressed.

Levi didn’t argue anymore—not when Eren’s hands were actually working the tension out of muscles he hadn’t even realized were sore. It felt fucking good, and soon, his gruff responses turned into quiet, more relaxed sounds—soft, pleased groans slipping out as Eren’s fingers expertly kneaded his back.

Eren continued his way down, his thumbs pressing into the musc along either side of Levi’s spine. Levi let out a long, breathy sigh, his body sinking even deeper into the mattress, like all the fight had drained out of him.

Eren smiled to himself, satisfied. „See? Told you I got you.”

X

Saturday – The Photoshoot

The midday sun hung high in the sky, casting a golden glow over the city as Eren pulled into the Rolling Thunder studio lot on his Harley-Davidson Sportster. The low rumble of the engine vibrated through his body before he killed the ignition, the familiar weight of the handlebars steady in his grip.

It was early summer, the air fresh but warm, carrying the scent of asphalt, faint gasoline, and city life. He could feel the heat radiating off the pavement, mixing with the cooler breeze that rolled lazily through the industrial lot.

Swinging his leg over the bike, Eren planted his boots firmly on the ground, rolling his shoulders as he took in the scene. The studio itself was a blend of warehouse grit and modern aesthetic—high ceilings, exposed beams, and an open garage-style space that led into a more refined indoor setup. The doors were rolled up, allowing natural light to filter in, casting long shadows over the polished concrete floor.

Several custom motorcycles were already lined up under the bright studio lights, their chrome details gleaming. The crew moved with purpose—adjusting cables, setting up reflectors, and arranging props. The air smelled of coffee, leather, and the faint metallic tang of tools and equipment being prepped.

Eren ran a hand through his messy brown bun, exhaling slowly. He wasn’t nervous. Not really. But there was a certain kind of energy buzzing under his skin, something between anticipation and excitement.

He shrugged off his leather jacket, draping it over the handlebars before heading inside.

Rico was already there, standing near a makeshift workstation piled with reference shots, props, and styling pieces. She glanced up the second she spotted him, that sharp, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

„Right on time,” she noted.

„Of course.” Eren smirked, pulling off his riding gloves and stuffing them into his back pocket. „Not my first rodeo.”

Rico chuckled, flipping through a few of the concept boards laid out on the table. „Good. We stay indoors. We’ll start with the garage setup. Grease, tools, raw mechanic energy. Then we’ll shift to the lifestyle shots—bikes, leather, attitude.”

Eren eyed the clothing rack nearby, lips quirking as he took in the selection. Denim, leather, classic biker staples. A few white tank tops, some heavier jackets, and—yeah, they were really leaning into the ‘sexy mechanic’ aesthetic.

He picked up a grease-stained rag, spinning it between his fingers. „You know, I feel like you’re objectifying me.”

Rico didn’t even blink. „Oh, absolutely.” Then, with a smirk, „But don’t pretend you don’t love it.”

Eren huffed a laugh, shaking his head. Yeah, this was going to be fun.

Rico gestured toward the makeup station, a sleek setup with bright vanity lights framing a large mirror. Various brushes, palettes, and bottles were arranged neatly on the countertop, and the faint scent of setting spray and cosmetics lingered in the air.

Eren made his way over, his boots heavy on the polished floor, but his expression lightened when he spotted Mina Carolina already waiting for him.

She was a petite woman with sleek black hair pulled into a casual ponytail, dressed in a simple black t-shirt and jeans. Mina had worked with him before on previous shoots, and he liked her approach—she never overdid it, preferring to enhance his natural features rather than mask them. She had a way of making his turquoise-green eyes look even sharper, more captivating under the lights.

„Hey, Mina.“ Eren greeted her, his tone friendly but casual as he rolled his shoulders and relaxed into the chair. „How are you?“

Mina turned to him with a bright smile, already reaching for her tools. „Eren! Oh, I’m good. And it’s so nice to have you back.“ Her voice carried genuine warmth as she gestured for him to sit.

„I was excited when I heard you were one of the models for this shoot. Come on, take a seat. Though honestly, there’s not much I have to do.“ She chuckled, the compliment slipping effortlessly into her words.

Eren smirked, settling into the chair as Mina adjusted the height. „Guess that means I’m making your job easy today?“

„You wish,“ she shot back playfully, tilting his chin slightly to get a better look at his face. „Alright, we’ll just do a little concealer, even out the skin tone a bit, and brighten up around your eyes.“

That was about what he expected, so he nodded without protest, watching in the mirror as Mina worked. She was efficient and precise, blending seamlessly without making anything look heavy.

„I’ll redo the styling, but honestly, this look is already perfect on you.“

As Mina worked her fingers through Eren’s thick brown hair, combing it into place with practiced ease, her gaze flickered downward, catching a glimpse of something just below his jawline.

She paused, tilting her head slightly, and then—with a soft chuckle and a slight blush creeping onto her cheeks—she reached for a small brush.

„Well, there is something to cover up,” she mused, lightly tracing her fingertip over the fading bite mark on the side of his neck. Though it had softened into a dusky bruise, it was still noticeable under the bright vanity lights.

Mina smirked, clearly amused. „Though, honestly? It’d look good in an erotic shoot.”

Eren, who had been idly watching her work in the mirror, widened his eyes slightly at her reflection—not in embarrassment, but more in surprise. His heart kicked up a little at the thought, heat flickering in his chest.

Because, yeah, he knew exactly how that mark had gotten there.

Levi.

That night had been… well, intense didn’t even begin to cover it. The sheer heat of Levi’s mouth, the way his sharp teeth had dug into Eren’s skin, the firm grip on his hips as he’d—

Eren quickly shoved the memory aside, rolling his shoulders as if to shake it off. Still, a smirk tugged at his lips.

„Your boyfriend’s intense, huh?” Mina teased, her voice lilting with playful curiosity as she dabbed some concealer onto the mark.

Eren let out a low, amused hum, his grin widening. „You have no idea.”

Mina gave him a knowing look through the mirror. „Damn. You’re not even denying it.”

„Why would I?” Eren shot back with a cocky arch of his brow. „I’d say he’s just thorough.”

Mina snorted, shaking her head. „Thorough. Right.” She expertly blended the concealer, making the mark disappear beneath a natural skin tone. „Sounds like he wants to stake his claim. No wonder you’re grinning like that.”

Eren merely shrugged, though the warmth in his chest remained.

The thought of Levi—his rough hands, the possessive way he left his marks—sent a pleasant thrill through him. Maybe he liked it a little too much.

Mina finished up with a light dusting of powder, then flicked a strand of hair back into place.

„Alright, all set. No more evidence of your, uh… eventful night.” She winked, stepping back.

Eren huffed a small laugh, stretching his arms. „Shame. Kinda liked it there.”

Mina rolled her eyes but grinned. „You’re hopeless.”

She adjusted a few more strands thoughtfully. „And since they’re doing a shirtless shoot, I’ll check if we need to do any makeup around your chest—maybe some light contouring under the studio lights, but we’ll see.“

Eren huffed a small laugh, half amused, half resigned. „Right, because nothing says ‘gritty biker’ like perfectly contoured abs.“

Mina smirked, tapping a brush against his shoulder. „Hey, don’t complain. You’re the one out here being a ‘visual asset.’“

He rolled his eyes, but the teasing was easy between them, familiar. As she continued prepping him, the hustle of the studio buzzed in the background, crew members moving, bikes being repositioned, the occasional hum of conversation.

It was all part of the process. And honestly? Eren didn’t mind it one bit.

_

Eren stood in the center of the studio, shirtless, his black leather jacket hanging open, framing his perfectly toned chest. His caramel skin contrasted against the dark material, the studio lights catching on the defined lines of his torso. His ripped jeans sat low on his hips, worn in all the right places, the edges frayed and distressed. Black boots with a rugged, weathered look completed the outfit, their thick soles gripping the floor as he shifted his weight, confident in every inch of the carefully curated look.

Mina had told him he could leave his nipple piercings in, even though they weren’t doing an erotic shot. Still, the way the silver glinted against his caramel skin added a subtle edge to the image—just a hint of something bold, something daring.

Eren had chuckled at that, amused. He knew the effect they had, but the piercings were barely noticeable unless he moved. With the jacket on, the focus stayed on his chest and the overall look, the piercings hidden unless the pose called for it. However, his tattoo peeked out just above the waistband of his jeans, visible as he moved, adding a hint of rebellion to the polished vibe. It was a small but noticeable detail, adding to the rugged appeal of the look.

The studio was alive with movement—cables being shifted, lighting adjusted, the soft murmur of the crew coordinating in the background. The setup was nearly complete when Rico stepped in just as Eren was about to swing a leg over the sleek, black motorcycle positioned for the shoot.

„I saw you on a bike when you arrived,” she said, her tone casual but her eyes sharp with interest. „And I got curious—took a closer look at it.”

Her blue eyes gleamed behind her glasses as she pushed them up on her straight nose. „It looks awesome.”

Eren’s chest swelled with pride, his whole face lighting up with a boyish grin. „Oh, thanks! I built it up myself. Finished it not long ago.” Then, with a bit of an amused lilt to his voice, he added, „You like it?” Okay, maybe he was fishing for more praise—but damn, he loved that Harley and wasn’t about to be humble about it.

Rico’s usual professional expression faltered just enough to show genuine admiration. „It’s fantastic.” Then, she gestured at the black bike they had initially set up for the shoot. „To be honest, this bike?” She wrinkled her nose slightly. „Sucks in comparison to your Harley.”

Eren barked out a surprised laugh, eyes going wide.

She wasn’t done, though. „And the fact that you built it yourself? That’s exactly why I wanted you for this shoot. You’re not just a model playing a part—you are the part. A mechanic, a biker. You don’t just look the vibe—you live it. That’s what makes you the perfect fit. This bike has to be in the shot with you. On the cover.”

For a second, Eren could only stare at her. „Wait—for real?” His voice came out almost stunned.

Rico’s grin turned sharp. „What do you say?” she asked, swiping her hand through her short blonde hair.

Eren didn’t even hesitate. His pulse kicked up at the thought—his own bike, front and center on the cover of Rolling Thunder. That was a damn dream.

„I say—fuck yes!” he grinned.

„Then bring it in,” Rico instructed. „Let’s get your Harley in ist rightful place.”

_

It wasn’t long before Eren rolled his bike into the studio space, the overhead lights catching on ist custom paint job—a deep forest green, accented with tones of bronze and earthy brown, giving it a rugged, almost timeless aesthetic. The wheels were heavy, gritty, built for long rides and rough terrain, and the whole build had an edgy, bold design that screamed both power and personality.

As Eren parked it in place, Hannes, the photographer, let out a low whistle, stepping back to take in the sight.

„Damn,” he muttered appreciatively. „That bike looks like it was built for you.”

Eren smirked, one hand running over the leather seat before swinging a leg over, settling into place. One boot firmly planted on the ground, the other resting lightly on the peg, hands gripping the handlebars.

The setup was almost too perfect.

The Shoot Began.

Hannes stepped behind the camera, adjusting the lens. „Alright, Eren—look past the camera, like you just pulled up after a long night ride. Confidence. A little danger.”

Eren’s lips curled into a slow, lazy smirk, half-lidded eyes heavy with that familiar self-assurance.

He could almost hear Levi’s voice in his head—low, rough, telling him to be good, to do it right. The thought of him always brought the right look to Eren’s face, fueling the confidence and intensity he needed for the shoot.

Hannes clicked the first few shots, muttering in approval. „Yeah, that’s good. Now turn a little to the right—keep that smirk.”

Eren shifted, the movement causing his nipple piercings to catch the light briefly before disappearing again beneath the open jacket.

The camera snapped.

„Perfect. Hold that—yeah. That’s it.”

The combination of leather, muscle, metal, and attitude was striking against the dramatic studio lighting.

Eren wasn’t just posing for the camera.

He was owning it.

_

The shoot stretched longer than Eren had anticipated, with outfit changes between setups that gave him little time to relax. The various poses and positions required focus, each one more intense than the last. By the time they reached the final setup, Eren was starting to feel the burn in his muscles, but he kept his mind in the game.

The garage was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of oil and metal. The half-disassembled bike in the corner stood as the centerpiece, ist exposed engine gleaming under the harsh light. Tools and wrenches were scattered artfully around the area, giving it a raw, mechanical feel. Grease was strategically smudged on Eren’s arms—enough to make it look like he’d been working tirelessly on the bike, but not too much to distract from his physique.

Hannes adjusted the camera, his eyes scanning Eren’s form as he prepped for the shot. „Alright, Eren,” Hannes called, his voice sharp and focused. „Get in the zone—like it’s just you and the engine. Hands on the bike, focus in.”

Eren didn’t need much prompting. His hands found the bike naturally, fingers curling around the wrench with ease. His body shifted into a position that felt familiar—muscle memory taking over as he leaned into the bike, touching it as though it were an extension of himself. The clicks of the camera shutter were almost like a rhythm, a constant hum in the background as he moved, shifting between different angles, his body flexing in all the right places.

But Hannes wanted more.

„Come on, Eren,” Hannes teased, adjusting the lens. „Put some feeling into it. Hands on that bike like she’s a woman—you don’t just hold her, you feel her, work with her body.”

Eren shot him a look, raising an eyebrow. „You know I have a boyfriend, right?”

Hannes chuckled, rolling his eyes. „Okay, okay… Hands on it like you want to grab your boyfriend then.”

A slow, knowing grin spread across Eren’s lips, something dark and playful flickering in his expression. His fingers curled around the wrench, grip shifting, as if picturing something—someone—else. Imagining Levi wasn’t hard.

Eren grinned, the suggestion lighting a fire in him. „Now that’s motivation.”

With a playful smirk, he adjusted his posture, moving with an intensity that was both natural and electric. His hand moved through his hair, sweeping the damp strands back with deliberate motion. As his fingers brushed through the locks, a streak of grease smudged across his cheek, adding a raw, gritty edge to the shot. His other hand rested on his belt, relaxed but brimming with confidence. The pose was a classic mechanic shot, but there was ano undeniable edge to it—more than just a mechanic, more than just a model. It was Eren at his most magnetic.

The camera flashed once more, the moment frozen in time. Eren knew he had nailed it.

_

Hannes, gave him a thumbs-up, though it looked slightly awkward on him. Eren couldn’t help but grin. It wasn’t the gesture that made it awkward—it was just Hannes. But okay.

„Alright, great work, Eren!“ Hannes said, his voice full of genuine excitement.

Eren nodded, wiping some grease off his hand with a cloth before tossing it aside. „Thanks, I bet the pics turn out great.“

Hannes gave him a satisfied nod, adjusting the camera bag on his shoulder. „You’ll see the final selection soon.“ His eyes flickered to the bike and the set they had just finished. „We really got some solid shots today.“

„I’m looking forward to it,” Eren said as he stepped away from the set, pulling his shirt back on. He could already picture Levi’s reaction when he saw the photos. „My boyfriend loves them,“ Eren added with a grin, feeling a little giddy at the thought of Levi’s approval.

Behind him, Rico was already in motion, organizing the next set of shoots. She was always calm under pressure, efficiently managing the flow of the day. „Okay, next shoot, we’ve got the other mechanics for the article in the magazine. We need a shot of all of them. One more today, the rest next week.”

Eren, wiping his face with a towel, glanced over at Hannes with a raised eyebrow. „You’ve got a lot of work left, huh?“

Hannes gave a small shrug, his eyes focused on his equipment. „They won’t take as long. Just one set for each of them. We only need kind of portrait photos for the article, not the cover or anything.“ He paused, looking toward the other mechanics gathered on the side. „Just show a good picture with some tools or a bike, you know? Nothing too elaborate.“

„Ah, I see,” Eren said, leaning against the wall. His shoulders were starting to ache, but he wasn’t complaining. It had been a productive day. He glanced around the studio, seeing the crew set up for the next round.

He took a deep breath, calming down.

_

Eren had changed back into his regular clothes, though traces of the shoot still clung to him—the faint remnants of styling gel in his hair, the way the makeup sharpened the angles of his face. He’d wiped off the grease streaks, but the energy from the day’s work still hummed under his skin.

As he made his rounds, saying goodbye to Rico, Hannes, and some of the crew, his attention was caught by someone approaching the makeup station. The guy moved with a certain stiffness, looking slightly tense, like he wasn’t sure if he belonged. Something about him tugged at Eren’s memory, and he slowed his steps, narrowing his eyes slightly as he tried to place him.

Then their gazes met—brown eyes widening in surprise as recognition flashed across the guy’s face.

„Hey, I know you,” Eren said without hesitation, stopping in his tracks.

The guy stared at him for a second before his lips parted. „Eren?”

„Yeah, that’s me.” Eren tilted his head, trying to recall. „And you’re…?”

He knew him, but from where exactly? The warehouse. The cage fights. They’d gone up against each other once before, Eren remembered that much. He’d won, too. But the name—Froster? Fridge?

„Right.” The guy—his hair a mix of auburn and brown, like autumn leaves—gave a small nod. „Floch Forster.”

Ah. Right.

Eren nodded in recognition. „Floch. So, are you a model for the shoot?”

Floch’s eyes widened slightly, like the idea had caught him off guard. „Model? Me? No, no—”

He let out a nervous chuckle, shaking his head before gathering himself. „They were looking for young mechanics for some article in the magazine. I work at Scout’s Engine Autos and figured, why not try my luck? Good publicity and all that. Apparently, they need a picture for the article too, so… yeah, that’s why I’m here.”

His gaze flickered over Eren, taking in his styled appearance, before his brow furrowed slightly. „You’re modeling here?”

Eren huffed a chuckle, shaking his head but answering honestly. „Yeah, no… well, sometimes. Did a cover shoot today, but I’m a mechanic too. Same deal as you.”

Floch let out a laugh, loosening up a little. „Damn. Small world. Didn’t know you worked in that field.” He hesitated, then smirked. „If they manage to make me look even half as good as you in that shoot, I’ll be happy.”

Eren raised an eyebrow, momentarily wondering if that was just a casual remark or something else. But he decided to let it slide. „Hannes takes good photos,” he said simply. „And it’s more about the work and the article than the looks, anyway.”

Floch nodded in agreement. „Right. Say… you still do— at the warehouse?”

Eren cut him off, a teasing smirk playing at his lips. „Kenny’s parties?”

Floch blinked, then huffed out a laugh. „Yeah.”

Eren shrugged. „Yeah. Levi’s on tonight.”

That got a reaction. Floch looked surprised. „Really? I haven’t been around in months. But that… that’s a reason to go.”

„It is,” Eren said, amusement lacing his tone.

Floch leaned in slightly, lowering his voice so no one else would hear. „We should fight again sometime. That was fun.”

Eren let out a sharp laugh. „Fun?” He smirked, crossing his arms. „I beat your ass. Sorry, but—” He chuckled. „I’ll give you this, though. It was a good fight.”

Floch grinned, but there was something almost shy in the way he rubbed the back of his neck. „Well, maybe I’m a bit masochistic. I enjoy a good fight… and you definitely left your mark on me.“

Eren’s smirk twitched as he eyed him, head tilting slightly. „Are you hitting on me?”

The shift was instant—Floch practically jolted, stepping back and putting distance between them like he’d been burned. His hands shot up in a surrendering gesture, shaking his head far too quickly.

„No!” He swallowed hard, even paling—his reaction only making Eren more suspicious. „No, I would never—” He stopped, eyes darting to Eren’s face, which had shifted into a mix of mild amusement and surprise at the intensity of Floch’s reaction. „I mean—Levi.”

Eren frowned slightly. „What about him?”

Floch looked at him like it was obvious. „Are you kidding me? I know about that little maniac who used to hang around Reiner with that other blond boy.”

„Falco?”

„Yeah. Him. And that girl. Gabby? …no, Gabie.” Floch made a vague gesture.

„I mean, I wasn’t there, but I heard enough. And no one ever saw them again. Reiner was fucking fuming over it, so—” He let out a sharp exhale. „I’d have to be a complete idiot to even think about looking at you the wrong way, Eren.”

He gave a nervous chuckle. „So, no. Not hitting on you. Just, uh—small talk.”

Heat curled in Eren’s stomach, dark and simmering, at the way Floch immediately backed off at the mere mention of Levi’s name. He shouldn’t feel flattered. The sane part of his mind told him that—reminded him why people were afraid of Levi, reminded him of that night, of what had happened to Falco and Gabi.

Maybe Eren just had to accept that he was fucked up. Maybe he’d never been normal to begin with.

Because the idea that people knew—that they could see it without question, that Levi had made it clear Eren was his, and that he’d do anything in his power to protect what belonged to him—was undeniably hot.

It wasn’t just about respect. It was fear. And something about that lodged itself in Eren’s chest like a brand, warm and dark and satisfying. Like pride.

Floch, oblivious to Eren’s train of thought, rubbed the back of his neck. „A little small talk doesn’t do any harm.”

Before Eren could respond, Rico’s voice cut across the space, sharp and direct.

„Floch Forster? Are you ready?” She was standing by the set, clipboard in hand, waiting. Then, with a glance at Eren, she added dryly, „Eren. Don’t keep us from working—unless you want to stay longer and do another shoot.”

The teasing edge in her voice wasn’t angry, just matter-of-fact.

Floch immediately straightened. „Yeah, I’m coming!” He turned back to Eren, offering a small grin. „It was cool running into you.” His expression held something almost thoughtful before he added, „Maybe we can talk sometime—share some work experience… fight again?”

The way he said it had a touch of eagerness, a hint of challenge.

Eren smirked, tilting his head. He hadn’t particularly liked Floch back then, but the guy was persistent, he’d give him that. And making new friends—or at least acquaintances—wasn’t out of the question.

„Yeah, why not?” he said, offering a small nod.

Floch grinned, then with a final nod, headed off toward the set.

Eren watched him go for a second before exhaling, running a hand through his still-styled hair. He needed to shake off the heat still simmering under his skin—the lingering effect of too many thoughts about Levi, about belonging to him in ways that sent something electric through Eren’s veins.

But for now, he just needed to get home.

X

Eren pushed open the door to their apartment, letting out a tired sigh as he stepped inside. The weight of the long day clung to him, but nothing a few hours of rest couldn’t fix. He was exhausted—but also excited.

The photoshoot for Rolling Thunder had been intense, a blur of flashing lights, constant repositioning, and „look here—no, chin up—eyes sharper” commands from the photographer.

Still, none of that mattered now. Because Levi was home.

That thought sent a flicker of warmth through Eren’s chest. Levi had his fight later tonight, and while Eren knew his boyfriend was fully focused, fully in the zone, he also knew Levi. Knew how he pushed himself, how he sometimes forgot to slow down, to eat properly before a match.

That’s why, earlier in the day, Eren had texted him:

Eren:
*I’ll bring food. Don’t cook. Don’t argue. Just eat.*

And of course, Levi had responded exactly as expected.

Levi:
*Don’t pic up some grabbage – bring real food.*

Eren had rolled his eyes at that but had taken the challenge seriously. Instead of grabbing something greasy and convenient, he had gone out of his way to get something that wasn’t total junk—Thai takeout. Steamed jasmine rice, grilled chicken satay, and a side of stir-fried vegetables for Levi. And for himself? Something a little heavier—pad Thai with extra peanuts and a crispy spring roll on the side.

Now, as he stepped further inside, the warm, spicy aroma of the food filling the air, he called out, „Levi? You home?”

There was a faint shuffling sound from down the hall before Levi appeared, already dressed for his pre-fight routine—compression shirt clinging to his lean, toned frame, loose sweatpants hanging low on his hips. His dark hair was slightly damp, probably from a shower, and his sharp grey eyes flicked over Eren, scanning him up and down.

Then, of course, came the commentary.

„Tch. You look like you just crawled out from under a car.”

Eren smirked, rolling his shoulders as he set the takeout bags down on the kitchen counter. „Yeah, well, that was the point.” He shot Levi a playful look. „Rolling Thunder wanted a sexy mechanic, remember?”

Levi scoffed, but his gaze lingered. „And this is after they cleaned you up?”

Eren leaned against the counter, cocking an eyebrow. „If this is your version of playing hard to get, it’s not working. You’ve already checked me out twice.”

Levi didn’t respond immediately, but his lips pressed together slightly, and Eren caught the way his fingers flexed at his sides. Like he was holding something back.

And damn, Levi was holding something back. Because—fuck—Eren did look hot. All rugged and unpolished, his hair a tousled mess, the faint smudges of makeup and fake grease making him look like he just walked out of some fantasy. And that stupid, self-satisfied smirk only made it worse.

Levi didn’t bother resisting the urge.

With a sharp movement, he grabbed Eren’s collar and yanked him forward, making Eren stumble slightly before Levi crushed their lips together in a firm, heated kiss. Eren gasped at the sudden pull, but he recovered fast, his hands instinctively finding Levi’s waist as he kissed back just as eagerly.

Levi didn’t hold back—didn’t bother with hesitation. His other hand slid into Eren’s messy hair, fingers threading through the strands before gripping tightly, keeping him right where he wanted him. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss, his tongue sliding into Eren’s mouth without warning, taking exactly what he wanted.

Eren responded instantly, melting into the intensity of it. The way Levi kissed—possessive, rough, yet with an edge of something deeper—made heat coil in Eren’s stomach. His breath hitched, his heart hammering against his ribs, the world around him narrowing down to just this—just Levi.

By the time Levi finally pulled back, Eren was breathless. His lips tingled, his head spun slightly, and all he could do was stare at Levi, wide-eyed and dazed.

Levi smirked, thumb brushing over Eren’s jaw before he muttered, „Damn hot.” His voice was low, rough, and it sent a shiver straight down Eren’s spine. Then, with a small, amused scoff, he added, „But now go shower. There’s too much makeup on your face.”

Eren chuckled, still catching his breath. „And not enough on yours.” He nudged Levi’s nose with his, voice taking on a teasing lilt. „You didn’t put on eyeliner. You know I like it—looks sexy.” He leaned in again, placing another playful, lingering kiss against Levi’s lips, just because he could.

Levi rolled his eyes but didn’t push him away. „Tch. You’re annoying.”

„And yet, here I am, still getting kissed,” Eren shot back, smug as ever.

Levi let out a soft huff, then turned his attention to the takeout bag on the table. „Whatever. You bring food?”

Eren smirked but let him change the subject. He grabbed one of the bags and nudged it toward Levi. „Got your usual. No grease, no crap. Just protein, rice, and some vegetables. You’re welcome.”

Levi eyed the food, then Eren, and for just a second, something unreadable flickered in his gaze. He grabbed the bag and muttered, „Thanks.”

And yeah. That was enough.

They sat down at the table together, the quiet rustle of takeout containers and the soft clink of chopsticks filling the space. Despite Levi’s earlier remark about showering, Eren had insisted on eating first. The food was still warm, and after a long day, he was starving.

He bit into a crispy spring roll, the crunch echoing slightly before the rich, savory filling melted onto his tongue. Perfectly seasoned vegetables, a hint of garlic, and just the right amount of spice—damn, this place always got it right.

Levi, already halfway through his meal, glanced up. „So, how was the shoot?” His voice was casual, but Eren could hear the genuine interest beneath it.

Eren grinned between bites. „Pretty good. I think there are some awesome pictures coming out of it—you’ll love them.” He paused for effect, then added, „And you won’t believe it: they put my Harley in the shoot.”

Levi’s chopsticks paused for half a second before he looked up, intrigued. „Really? How’d that happen?”

„Rico saw it and asked about it,” Eren explained, waving his fork for emphasis. „Said it looked better than the bikes they had set up for the shoot and that it ‘has the vibe.’ You know how she is.” His smirk turned smug. „So, of course, I said yes. Me, on my own bike, on the cover of The Rolling Thunder. Suck that up, babe.”

Levi looked slightly amused at Eren’s enthusiasm, but there was something else behind it—approval, maybe even a little pride. He took another bite before nodding. „That’s fantastic. It’ll look hot as hell, and it’s damn good publicity for your work.”

„Right?” Eren grinned, leaning forward slightly. „It’s like—”

Levi cut him off before he could finish. „I’m proud of you.” His voice was quieter, firmer.

Eren blinked, caught off guard for half a second. His chest tightened, warmth spreading under his skin. Levi wasn’t the type to throw words like that around carelessly, which only made them hit harder.

For a moment, Eren just looked at him, lips parting slightly before a slow, almost shy smile curved onto his face. „Yeah?”

Levi scoffed lightly, picking up another bite of food. „Tch. Yeah.”

Eren bit his lip, fighting not to look like an idiot with how much he was smiling. But damn, hearing that from Levi? It meant everything.

He exhaled, setting his chopsticks down for a second as he leaned his elbow on the table. „So, what’d you do today?” His voice was softer now, genuinely curious. He knew Levi had his routines, and fight days usually meant a balance between movement and rest. Or at least, it should.

Levi took a bite of his food before answering. „Cleaned up a bit. Did laundry.”

Eren sighed, not even surprised. „Of course you did.”

Levi’s lips twitched slightly, like he was expecting that reaction. „Went for a run, too.”

That made Eren pause, his brows pulling together. „How long?”

Levi shrugged, casually picking at his food. „Six miles.”

Eren let out a slow breath, his frown deepening. „Levi.” His voice was more concerned than scolding. „Six miles? On fight day?”

Levi looked at him, unimpressed. „Wasn’t pushing pace. Just needed to move.”

Eren chewed on the inside of his cheek, considering him for a moment. He understood—Levi wasn’t the type to sit around all day doing nothing. Movement was as much a part of him as breathing. But still, six miles?

„At least tell me you rested after,” Eren said, softer this time, his concern genuine.

Levi finally gave a small nod. „Yeah. Came back, showered, had some tea. Read for a while.”

Eren studied him carefully. Levi looked relaxed enough now, but that didn’t mean much. He was good at hiding things. „You get a nap in?”

Levi huffed. „Tch. No.”

Eren sighed, reaching across the table without thinking and resting his hand against Levi’s forearm. Just a brief touch. A silent I care.

Levi didn’t pull away.

„I just want you to have enough energy for tonight,” Eren said, his voice quieter now, serious. „I know you’re a machine, but you still need to rest, too.”

Levi looked at him for a long moment, something unreadable in his expression. Then he clicked his tongue and muttered, „You don’t need to pamper me.”

Eren smiled, squeezing his arm gently before pulling back. „Yeah, yeah. You’ll thank me when you’re not running on fumes in the ring.”

Levi smirked slightly, eyes flicking over Eren’s face. „I always have enough for the ring.”

Eren chuckled. „Uh-huh. And I bet you still won’t admit if you’re sore tomorrow.”

Levi snorted, shaking his head as he picked up another bite.

Levi snorted, shaking his head as he picked up another bite. „Not a chance.”

Eren just laughed, warmth settling in his chest.

X

Chapter Text

No Regrets 2
Chapter 16 – Levi’s Fight Night

After dinner, the two of them settled onto the couch, the room quiet except for the soft murmur of the TV. Eren insisted that Levi take it easy for a bit, especially before the night ahead. Levi rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Deep down, he liked being cared for like this, though he’d never admit it. After nearly two years together, he had grown used to Eren’s constant attentiveness—something that had never come easily to him before. Isabel and Farlan had been the only people to show him that kind of care, but even then, it wasn’t the same. Eren’s way of expressing concern was different—softer, more intimate.

Levi leaned against Eren’s chest, allowing the warmth of his boyfriend’s larger frame to surround him. Eren’s arms wrapped securely around his torso, pulling him in closer, and he pressed a soft kiss to the back of Levi’s head. The TV played quietly in the background, but Levi paid no attention to it. Instead, he focused on the steady, comforting rhythm of Eren’s hand tracing slow circles on his side and stomach.

It felt nice—almost too nice. Too comfortable. Levi, always alert and on edge, couldn’t afford to relax completely. Not tonight. Tonight, he needed every bit of focus. Being held like this made him feel like someone he couldn’t afford to be—a person without a care in the world. Like a soft, purring cat rather than the hardened fighter he needed to be.

„I like this,“ Eren murmured against Levi’s neck, his breath warm and soothing against his skin. Levi couldn’t help but relax even more, his body melting into Eren’s embrace.

Levi sighed softly, nudging against Eren’s chest. „Yeah, it’s nice, but… maybe we should head out soon. Get a drink or something. Just move.“

Eren frowned slightly, his body tightening around Levi as if to pull him in even closer. „But I like cuddling you,“ he protested, his legs tangled around Levi’s, effectively trapping him in place. „And you need rest.“

„The hell I do,“ Levi shot back, though his voice remained gentle. He wasn’t entirely sure what it was about Eren that made him so soft. Eren had this way of making him feel like he could just let go for once, like he didn’t need to be on guard. „You’re making me soft.“

Eren chuckled lowly, brushing his lips against the nape of Levi’s neck before nuzzling the side of his jaw. The unexpected softness of it made Levi’s body twitch in response, his muscles tightening involuntarily. Eren’s hand, which had been resting on Levi’s stomach, slid lower, tracing the waistband of his jeans. A small shiver ran down Levi’s spine as Eren’s fingers dipped too close to the edge.

„I could make you hard instead,“ Eren teased in a low, playful tone, pressing his hips forward just enough so Levi could feel the heat of his growing desire against his backside.

„Eren…“ Levi’s voice dropped, thick with a mixture of amusement and frustration. His body was clearly reacting.

Eren grinned against Levi’s skin, his lips curling into a mischievous smirk. „You smell so good,“ he murmured, nipping lightly at Levi’s ear. Levi could hear the smile in his voice. „Bet you taste even better.“

The growing hardness in Levi’s pants was unmistakable, and for a second, he thought about giving in. But tonight wasn’t the right time. He had to stay focused. The teasing sent a jolt of heat through Levi, his breath hitching slightly.

It wasn’t that Eren didn’t know how to make him weak—he did, better than anyone else—and resisting the temptation was difficult.

„Tempting,“ Levi muttered, his voice low and thick with desire. „But I need to save my energy. My stamina needs to be used elsewhere tonight.“

Eren huffed, a frustrated but amused sound, and paused his hand at Levi’s waistband. He didn’t pull away completely but lingered. „Always with the self-control,“ he teased, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin just beneath Levi’s ear. „Think about my mouth on you… my lips,“ Eren said, voice dripping with suggestion.

Levi took a sharp breath. „You know it’s not the right time to blow me.“

Eren rolled his eyes but grinned. „But you love it.“

„I do,“ Levi admitted softly. „I love you, and your mouth feels perfect. But not right now, Eren.“

Eren knew Levi was right—he needed his energy. But a little flirting, a little playful teasing, was fun. He couldn’t help himself. Letting his fingers trail just under Levi’s shirt, his index finger slipping beneath the waistband now, he leaned in, brushing his lips against Levi’s ear.

„Want my ass instead?“ he asked, voice rough.

„You little shit,“ Levi cursed, now fully hard in his pants, a thick bulge pressing against the black fabric.

„Fucking before a fight is a shit idea, and you know it!“ he growled. Because, fuck, he wanted to give in—grab Eren, shove him down, and show the damn brat what he could do to his pretty ass. But it really was a bad idea.

He felt wrecked, tension coiling in his body—not against Eren, but because he had to push down his desire for him. The laziness was gone, his softening muscles replaced with renewed tension. His tired brain was fully awake again. His body was ready to move, ready for action.

Levi suddenly realized what Eren had done—teasing him, waking him up, making him think about something other than the upcoming fight. He let out a soft breath.

Oh how much he loved him.

„Alright, alright,“ Eren said, his voice softer now, accepting. „But we’re still doing something after, yeah? As a reward, after you win.“

Levi smirked, feeling that familiar warmth spread through him. „Fine. But if you distract me one more time, I swear I’ll kick your ass.“

Eren laughed, deep and affectionate. „I’d like to see you try.“

Levi felt that warmth settle in his chest. It was a balance between them—between Eren’s fire and his own cool. Together, they worked in ways Levi had never known. And even though he rarley said it out loud, he was more than grateful for it.

_

As Levi’s Dodge Challenger hummed along the darkened roads, the city’s lights slowly faded into the rearview mirror, and the open expanse of the outer district unfolded in front of them. The deep rumble of the engine was like a steady heartbeat beneath them, vibrating through the car’s frame. The night was still, save for the occasional distant howl of the wind. The roads were quiet, but there was an undeniable undercurrent of tension in the air — the kind that made Eren’s nerves buzz, even though Levi seemed as cool and collected as ever.

Levi’s posture was relaxed, one hand loosely gripping the wheel, the other resting comfortably at his side. Eren, on the other hand, was leaning forward slightly, watching the passing landscape, his mind spinning with anticipation. Levi was always hard to read, but Eren could sense there was more to him than just the calm exterior — there was something bubbling beneath, something that had been building since their last fight.

The music blasting through the car’s speakers did little to mask the tension. It was a mix of energetic rock and deep bass, the kind of tunes that demanded attention, but Eren couldn’t help but focus on the quiet weight of the moment.

He glanced over at Levi, catching a glimpse of the older man’s shirt clinging to his muscles, the relaxed sweatpants that were just casual enough to make Eren’s pulse pick up. Despite the apparent calm, there was a certain… intensity about Levi that always managed to get to Eren, especially in moments like this.

„I made sure to pack the whiskey,“ Eren said with a crooked grin, leaning back into his seat and trying to lighten the mood.

Levi shot him a brief, almost imperceptible glance before his gaze flicked back to the road. His expression was neutral, but Eren could tell Levi was slightly amused. „Good,“ he muttered, voice low.

„We celebrate your victory later,“ Eren added, the words coming out with a sense of eager anticipation.

Levi didn’t say anything for a few moments, and Eren had the strange feeling that Levi was mentally gearing up for what was to come. The fight was going to be brutal, but it was nothing Levi couldn’t handle. Eren knew that.

He paused before mentioning something else, trying to fill the silence with something less serious. „Armin’s coming too. You think Erwin’s gonna show up?“ he asked, glancing sideways at Levi, watching for his reaction.

Levi’s eyes twitched briefly, but his focus never wavered from the road. „Yeah, he wouldn’t miss it when I fight. Why?“

Eren shrugged lightly, his gaze drifting out of the window. „You know, Annie had her eyes on Armin. I sent Mikasa a message too, told her they should come.“

Levi’s reaction was almost immediate. He looked briefly annoyed, though there was a hint of amusement behind his eyes. „Ah,“ he muttered. „Trying to set up the coconut with the blondie, huh?“

Eren chuckled at the playful jab. „Yeah, but when Erwin’s there…“ He trailed off, a touch of uncertainty in his voice. „I dunno. Not sure if Armin would make a move or not.“

Levi let out a small, almost inaudible snort as he sped up a little. „Why do you even care?“ His voice was thick with the usual roughness, but there was an undercurrent of something playful. „Bet the mushroom gets some head if he wants.“

Eren’s laughter came easily, though he had to bite his lip to suppress it. „Don’t be so grumpy,“ he said, nudging Levi with his shoulder. „He’s my friend, so I care. And I can’t imagine Captain America going down on him.“

Levi didn’t miss a beat, his eyes never leaving the road. „Who knows…“ His voice trailed off, leaving the thought unfinished but leaving Eren with the feeling that Levi might have something to add, even if he wasn’t saying it out loud.

Eren shifted in his seat, his chest suddenly a little tight as the conversation started to take a different turn. „You promised me a blow job for later, though,“ Levi continued, his voice even deeper, like velvet laced with danger. „That’s all I’m interested in.“

Eren could feel heat rush to his face, and despite the cool air inside the car, his pulse picked up. He quickly ran his fingers through his hair, trying to regain some composure.

„Oh, I keep my promises,“ he muttered, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. „Guess we’ll see how much energy you have left after the fight and what part of me you get, hmm…“

Levi gave a low hum of acknowledgment, but his eyes stayed on the road for a moment longer than usual, his gaze flicking over to Eren. There was something about that look — a mix of challenge and interest, like he was already thinking about what might happen later. Eren didn’t know whether to laugh or shiver at the thought.

The conversation shifted again, Eren eager to talk about something lighter. „Marco and Jean are coming too,“ he said, throwing the words out there casually. „I’m fucking curious if Jean can keep his shit together this time, or if Marco’s gonna rip his dick off for flirting with Mikasa again.“

„Last time he did good,“ Levi remarked, his tone nonchalant but with a knowing edge. „Good boys deserve a treat. Maybe Marco should learn to give them good.“ His voice, usually rough, carried a subtle velvet undertone that made Eren’s cheeks flush.

Eren shifted in his seat, feeling that familiar heat rise. „You make it sound like he’s his dog.“

„Depends,“ Levi’s sharp eyes switched over to Eren. „Do you feel like mine?“

Eren could feel Levi’s words lingering in the air like a challenge. „No, never,“ he said, his tone honest.

„Hm… I haven’t heard that song in a while,“ Levi mused, the corner of his mouth twitching up. „I wanna be your dog. Reminds me of a night I wanted to be your dog!“ Levi flashed him a rare grin, showing his white teeth. „Do you remember?“

Eren’s gaze softened as he leaned back, a soft smile tugging at his lips. „How could I ever forget our first night together?“ His voice turned nostalgic. „It was… just wow. I didn’t know how much you trusted me back then. That night… how you opened up to me… that I was your first.“

Levi snorted. „You make it sound like I was some fucking virgin,“ he grumbled.

„No,“ Eren clarified, knowing better than that. „But I was your first in some way. Not only that, you’re the first—and only—man I’ve ever been with.“

Levi’s voice quieted for a moment. „What can I say,“ he muttered. „You and me, Eren… that’s something special.“

„You’re right,“ Eren murmured, trying to sound casual as he avoided Levi’s gaze.

Then, to shift the mood back into something more playful, he added, „And you always know how… to give it good.“ He winked at Levi, his voice dropping an octave. „But with Jean and Marco… well, maybe Marco should try switching things up.“

Levi just hummed in response, his lips quirked into a half-smirk, but he didn’t offer a direct answer. The tension in the car shifted once more, this time into something more quiet.

Before Eren could say anything else, they reached the warehouse. The parking lot was already filling up with cars, the low hum of distant conversations drifting toward them. Eren’s heart pounded in his chest, the anticipation of what was to come making his nerves tingle.

Levi slowed the car, expertly maneuvering it into a spot near the entrance. The lot was filled with people — some familiar faces, a mix of allies and rivals, all here for the same reason. Levi put the car in park and turned off the engine, the silence that followed almost deafening in contrast to the loud music that had been pulsing through the car just moments before.

Eren opened the door, ready to step out into the night, but before he did, he glanced back at Levi, who was still sitting there, one hand on the wheel, the other resting in his lap. The look in his eyes was unreadable.

Eren’s green eyes softened as he looked at Levi. The dim glow of streetlights cast long shadows across the parking lot, the dull hum of voices and distant engines filling the night air. The warehouse loomed ahead, plain and unremarkable.

He leaned over, reaching for Levi’s hand, his fingers lacing through his in a silent exchange of warmth. These quiet moments between them were special—soft, unguarded, free from the weight of the world waiting beyond the car doors.

Levi didn’t move, but Eren saw it—the slight ease in his shoulders, the tension unwinding just enough. Taking it as an invitation, Eren cupped Levi’s face with his free hand, his thumb tracing the sharp line of his jaw, rough against smooth. He felt the faint flutter of Levi’s pulse beneath his fingertips, steady yet quick, a contradiction much like the man himself.

Then, slowly, he leaned in, brushing his lips against Levi’s in a kiss that was neither rushed nor rough. It was gentle, grounding, filled with unspoken things—assurance, gratitude, something sweeter that, even if they rarely put it into words, was always there.

Levi let out a quiet, almost imperceptible gasp, the sound slipping through the small space between them. His grip on Eren’s hand tightened, his fingers flexing slightly, as if grounding himself in the moment. He wasn’t one to indulge in softness where others might see, but here, in the hush of the car, before they stepped into the harsh, chaotic world of the warehouse, he let himself have this.

Eren pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, his forehead still close to Levi’s. „You ready?“ he murmured, his voice low.

Levi exhaled through his nose, lips quirking into the smallest smirk, as if shaking off the momentary vulnerability. „Tch. I was born ready.“ But the way his fingers lingered against Eren’s told a different story—one that said he might have needed that moment more than he let on.

Eren huffed a quiet chuckle, then, with one last squeeze of Levi’s hand, he let go. „Alright then. Let’s give them a show.“

Levi reached for a cigarette, his fingers brushing against the pack on the dashboard before he pulled one out. He closed the car door with a soft thud, then lit the cigarette with a practiced flick of his lighter. The ember flared brightly against the dim night as he took a slow, deep drag, the smoke curling into the cool air around him.

Eren watched him, leaning against the car, arms crossed, waiting. The crowd around them was growing, the energy shifting as fighters, spectators, and familiar faces moved toward the entrance. Levi’s brief moment of stillness felt like a pause before the storm.

„Just a moment,“ Levi muttered, his voice thick with the weight of the smoke. His eyes flickered to Eren, as if gauging whether he was going to protest. Eren didn’t. Instead, he gave a small nod of understanding. He knew Levi liked these moments of silence, the brief respite before diving into whatever chaos lay ahead.

Levi exhaled slowly, the smoke swirling around him in the cool night air. „You never know what could happen in there,“ he said, his voice quieter now, almost reflective. „I might need that extra calm before the storm.“

Eren’s gaze softened, the intensity of their earlier kiss still lingering between them, unspoken words hanging in the air. He pushed himself off the car, walking over to Levi. Without a word, he leaned against the vehicle beside him. There was something in Levi’s eyes—a flicker of something beyond the usual bravado, something Eren could only catch if he looked closely.

„You really think it’s going to get that crazy?“ Eren asked, his voice a little bit teasing but with a thread of genuine curiosity.

Levi took another drag from his cigarette, his eyes fixed on the distant crowd, the lights of the warehouse flickering just ahead. He exhaled slowly, the smoke mixing with the night air. For a moment, he was quiet. Then, with a soft grunt, he said, „No. Maybe. It always does when you’re around.“

Eren chuckled, rolling his eyes. „Well, I do have a way of attracting trouble, huh?“

Levi glanced at him, a small smirk curling at the corner of his lips. „It’s trouble I can handle.“

Eren’s smile softened, his gaze lingering on Levi. „Guess we’ll see.“

Levi flicked the cigarette to the ground, grinding it under his boot, his posture shifting as if mentally preparing himself for what was coming. He straightened up, casting Eren a glance before turning toward the entrance of the warehouse. „Let’s go, then. No more stalling.“

Eren followed his lead, his heart beating a little faster now—a mixture of excitement and anticipation flooding his chest. The crowd around them had started to gather more tightly, the low hum of chatter growing louder as they made their way toward the door.

„You’ve got this,“ Eren muttered, his voice low, only loud enough for Levi to hear.

Levi’s eyes flickered back to Eren for a moment, his face unreadable as usual. But the slight twitch of his lips, the almost imperceptible nod, told Eren everything he needed to know.

They stepped into the warehouse, the night alive with energy, ready to give the crowd exactly what they came for.

_

Inside the warehouse, the air was thick with sweat, alcohol, and smoke—a mix of gym and bar, the scent of adrenaline and anticipation clinging to the atmosphere. The pounding bass of heavy music reverberated through the concrete walls, blending with the roar of the crowd. Harsh, artificial lights flickered overhead, casting sharp shadows over the mass of bodies packed inside. It was the usual spectacle, chaotic and raw, but tonight, the energy felt different.

Levi was fighting.

That alone was enough to shift the crowd’s focus. People turned as he walked past—some watching in quiet respect, others murmuring to their companions. A few called out to him, some in encouragement, others in challenge, their voices lost in the noise. Some men stepped aside instinctively, giving him space. Levi, as always, kept his cool, acknowledging familiar faces with a brief nod but keeping his distance. He wasn’t here to make friends.

Eren, walking beside him, felt the weight of it—the way Levi moved through the crowd, steady and unshaken, his presence commanding without a single word.

They passed the large metal cage in the center of the warehouse—the battleground. Thick steel bars formed the enclosure, scuffed from years of brutal fights. Some men leaned against it, others stood nearby, sizing up the competition for the night. The faint metallic scent of blood still lingered, a reminder of the fights that had already taken place.

At the benches—their usual spot—familiar faces stood out against the sea of people.

Isabel was the easiest to spot, her vibrant pink hair making her a beacon in the crowd. Dressed in a mix of gothic-punk and pure chaos—fishnet sleeves, a spiked choker, and a tattered black tank top with neon-colored prints—she was a vibrant burst of energy against the dimly lit warehouse. Next to her stood Farlan, his platinum-white hair a stark contrast to his outfit—red tartan three-quarter pants, worn combat boots, and a „30 Seconds to Mars“ band tee. He looked effortlessly cool, his posture relaxed, hands casually tucked into his pockets.

„Levi! Eren!“ Isabel practically launched herself at them, tackling Levi first.

Levi barely reacted, pulling a face as he shoved her off with minimal effort. „Tch. Personal space, Izzy.“

She just grinned before throwing herself into Eren’s arms next. Unlike Levi, Eren returned the hug, laughing. „Good to see you too.“

Isabel turned to Levi, bouncing on her heels. „So, big bro, you ready to kick some ass?“

Levi stood beside Farlan, his expression unreadable. „Always,“ he answered shortly.

Eren smirked. The confidence was effortless, like the outcome of the fight was already decided. And honestly? It probably was.

„Where are the others?“ Eren asked, glancing around.

„Oh, Jean and Marco are here somewhere,“ Isabel said, waving a dismissive hand. „Marco knows a few people, so he’s making the rounds.“

Eren nodded. That sounded like Marco—always the friendly one, always networking, even in a place like this.

„And Mikasa and Annie are—oh, there they are,“ Isabel added, pointing toward the approaching figures.

Mikasa and Annie moved through the crowd with practiced ease. Mikasa, as always, had an air of quiet intensity about her, her dark hair framing her face, her sharp eyes scanning the room as if assessing threats. She wore a fitted black crop top, her toned arms on display, paired with knee-length shorts and combat boots. Annie, beside her, had her signature cool expression in place, her blonde hair pulled into a tight bun. She was dressed more simply—jeans and a hoodie, the hood down, her hands in her pockets.

Even in a place like this, where aggression and bravado filled the air, neither of them looked out of place. If anything, they looked fitting.

„Look who finally showed up,“ Isabel teased, flashing them a grin.

Mikasa raised an eyebrow but didn’t rise to the bait. „We’re here on time,“ she said simply. Then, turning her attention to Eren, she gave a small nod. „Hey, Eren.“

„Hey, Mika,“ he greeted her with a smile. „Glad you could make it.“

Her dark eyes shifted to Levi. „I heard it’s worth watching when he steps into the ring,“ she said matter-of-factly, as if she wanted to see for herself whether Levi was really as good as they claimed.

„Oh, believe me,“ Eren grinned, slipping behind Levi and pressing a quick kiss to his neck. „It’s worth it.“ A mischievous glimmer danced in his green eyes.

Levi gave Eren’s hand a small squeeze before sitting down on the bench, his posture deceptively relaxed. But Eren knew better. Behind the cool exterior, Levi was already mentally preparing for the fight. He wasn’t nervous—Levi didn’t get nervous—but he was aware, sharp. A fight always carried risks, and no matter how skilled he was, Levi never underestimated that.

Farlan dropped onto the bench beside him, stretching his legs out, while Eren lingered for a moment, chatting with Mikasa and Annie. The atmosphere in the warehouse was shifting as more people gathered, the tension crackling like static in the air. It was almost time.

A loud voice cut through the noise behind him.

„Yo, Eren!“

The unmistakable sound of Jean’s obnoxious laugh made Eren turn his head. There he was, his two-toned brown hair styled as always, light honey-colored eyes glinting with mischief. He wore his usual smug grin, and beside him stood Marco, his softer, more amused smile making the contrast between the two even more obvious.

„Hey, what’s up?“ Eren asked, though his brows furrowed slightly. Something about the way Jean was looking at him made him suspicious, like he was holding something back.

Jean wasted no time. „Guess what I heard from Armin? He had to pull your horny ass out of prison!“

Ah, there it was.

Eren groaned, rubbing a hand down his face. Right. He hadn’t exactly gotten around to telling Jean about that little incident, but apparently, Armin hadn’t kept his mouth shut.

„Is it true?“ Marco laughed, shaking his head. „Shit, for real? You two ditched our double date just to go fuck—and then got arrested?“

„He always was a suicidal maniac,“ Jean muttered to Marco and the girls.

„Thanks, Horseface,“ Eren muttered back, rolling his eyes. „Yeah, that happened.“

„Really?“ Marco let out a disbelieving chuckle. „Damn. And here I thought you’d at least make it to the car.“

Jean shook his head dramatically. „And without Armin, I bet you two would still be sitting behind bars. I heard Levi attacked the cop?“

Eren scowled. „Tch. He was an asshole and deserved it.“

That made Mikasa and Annie exchange a glance, both raising an eyebrow.

„Men are damn animals,“ Annie remarked dryly, arms crossed.

„Oh no, this one“—Jean jabbed a finger at Eren—“is worse. He’s a menace.“

Eren just smirked. „Hey, it was fucking worth it.“

Before Jean could fire back, another voice cut in. „You’re all so loud,“ Armin sighed, stepping up beside Marco, adjusting his glasses as he gave Eren a pointed look. „I tell one person, and suddenly the whole world knows?“

Eren snorted. „That’s on you for telling Jean.“

Armin sighed again. „I should’ve known better.“

Jean grinned. „Come on, you can’t expect me to keep that kind of gold to myself. And let’s be real, this isn’t even the worst thing Eren’s done.“

Armin crossed his arms. „That doesn’t make it better.“

Levi, who had been listening quietly from the bench, finally spoke. „Tch. I’ve done worse.“

That shut Jean up for a second. He blinked, then slowly smirked. „Yeah, no shit, grumpy. I don’t doubt it for a second.“

Levi gave him a deadpan look. „Call me that again, and I’ll make sure your teeth match your shitty haircut.“

Jean’s smirk dropped. „Alright, damn.“

Marco laughed. „You walked right into that one.“

Armin just pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something under his breath.

„Anyway,“ Mikasa cut in, clearly done with the topic, „shouldn’t you be warming up, Levi?“

Levi, rolling his shoulders like he was shaking off the conversation. „I am“ He shot Eren a look, something flickering in his eyes.

Eren grinned as he reached for the bag he had brought, placed on the ground beside the benches. With a casual tug, he pulled out a full bottle of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the dim warehouse light. He handed it over to Levi with a playful smirk.

„Warm up,” he teased.

Levi snorted but took the bottle without protest. He twisted the cap off, the sharp scent of alcohol cutting through the mix of sweat and smoke in the air. Mikasa huffed, unimpressed—clearly not what she had meant when she suggested warming up—but she didn’t comment on it.

Levi took a slow sip, letting the burn settle in his chest for just a moment before passing the bottle over to Farlan. He had no intention of getting drunk—just keeping up with old habits. A calming sip of whiskey before a fight. Besides, Eren had chosen a decent brand, something smoother, more expensive than the cheap shit they used to drink.

„Oh, already celebrating?”

The deep, commanding voice cut through the conversation like a blade.

Erwin Smith stepped up, the very picture of poise and control. He looked almost painfully out of place in this setting, dressed in designer slacks and a crisp button-down, his presence a stark contrast to the chaos around him. But despite his polished appearance, he carried an undeniable authority, the kind that made people take notice without him having to say a word.

Levi eyed him as he took another slow sip before handing the bottle back to Eren.

„Warming up,” he corrected.

„Ah, right.” Erwin shoved his large hands into his pockets, his sharp blue eyes scanning the crowd with a casual ease. „The house is full tonight. I didn’t hear much about your opponent—no one special, I guess. But tough enough to step into the cage against you. That’s something.” His lips curled slightly in amusement. „I placed my bets on you, of course.”

„Flattering,” Levi replied dryly, his tone unreadable.

„Not really,” Erwin admitted. „I spoke to Kenny earlier. Just business.”

At the mention of Kenny, Levi’s expression barely shifted, but Eren noticed the way his fingers flexed slightly against his knee.

„He wants a show,” Erwin continued. „Like always. But I don’t know how much you can give him if the other fighter isn’t on your level.”

Levi let out a short exhale, almost amused. „Who is, anyway?”

Erwin chuckled. „Fair point.” He rocked slightly on his heels. „A good show brings in more money.”

Levi tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly. „Ah, I see. Trying to push me into taking my time.”

„Just a suggestion.” Erwin’s voice remained smooth, unreadable.

Eren watched the exchange with interest. He knew Levi didn’t fight for money or spectacle, but there were politics involved in underground fighting—especially when Kenny was in the picture.

Erwin smoothly shifted the conversation. „How have you and Eren been? Everything good after that… delicate incident?” His blue eyes glinted with amusement.

Eren smirked, while Levi’s expression barely changed.

„Fine,” Levi answered simply.

„Good,” Erwin nodded. Then, after a beat, he added, „I told Hange about it. She was amused.“

Levi, who had been the very definition of composed until now, visibly stiffened. His grey eyes widened for a fraction of a second—barely noticeable, but to those who knew him, it was a rare moment of surprise.

„You did not,” Levi muttered, jaw clenching.

Erwin’s smirk deepened. „Oh, I did. She was upset to hear the gossip from me instead of you.”

„Shit,” Levi exhaled, rubbing the bridge of his nose. „I’ll never hear the end of it.”

Erwin chuckled. „Probably not. But that’s what friends are for.”

Levi muttered something under his breath, clearly already dreading the inevitable conversation.

Eren chuckled, leaning against the bench. „Guess we should meet up with her soon. Let her get it out of her system.”

Levi sighed. „Yeah, before she decides to track us down herself.”

Erwin hummed in agreement, his gaze shifting toward the cage as the crowd around them stirred. „Looks like it’s almost time.”

_

There was a fight before Levi’s, but Eren barely paid attention. Kenny’s loud voice boomed through the warehouse speakers, announcing the fighters, hyping up the crowd, but it was all background noise. The sharp clang of the cage door closing, the cheers and jeers from the spectators, the heavy thuds of fists meeting flesh—it all blurred together.

Eren sat with his friends, engaged in casual conversation, but his attention kept drifting back to Levi.

Levi sat a little apart from the group, one foot propped against the bench, his arms resting loosely over his knees. He looked calm, but Eren could see it—the way his fingers tapped absently against his thigh, the sharp focus in his eyes as he watched the fight ahead without really watching. He was in his head now, preparing.

Farlan nudged him at one point, saying something Eren couldn’t quite catch over the noise, and Levi gave him a short reply. His expression never changed, but Eren knew him well enough to see the shift. It wasn’t nerves—Levi wasn’t the type to get nervous. But he wasn’t reckless either. He knew better than anyone that every fight carried risk.

Eren exhaled slowly, gripping his bottle before setting it down.

A roar from the crowd signaled the end of the current fight, a sharp whistle piercing the air.

Kenny’s voice rang out over the crowd, thick with his usual drawl—a mix between an old gangster and a showman who’d been in the game way too long.

„A’ight, a’ight! Let’s hear it for our last fighter!” His voice carried through the space, rough yet commanding. „But now—now we got what ya all been waitin’ for! Place ya bets, ya lazy fucks! Next fight’s in fifteen!”

The crowd roared in response, the energy surging.

Eren turned fully toward Levi, his pulse kicking up a little. But before he could say anything, Kenny sauntered over, tipping his cowboy hat back on his head as he gave Levi a mock-offended look.

„Well, well, well—ya come all the way here and don’t even say hello to ya uncle?” Kenny scoffed, shaking his head as if personally wounded. „Kids these days, no respect.”

Levi barely reacted, just giving him a flat look. „Bark all you want, old man.”

Kenny snorted before turning his sharp gaze onto Eren. „And you,” he barked, pointing a finger at him. „Sittin’ ‘round like there ain’t nothin’ to do.”

Eren chuckled, unfazed. „What do you want me to do, Kenny?”

Kenny’s lips pulled into a wolfish grin, his eyes gleaming with mischief. „How ‘bout ya help me out? My throat’s gettin’ dry from all this damn shit-talkin’.”

Eren huffed but grabbed the whiskey bottle sitting beside him, handing it over.

The older man took it without hesitation, popping the cap and tilting his head back for a long, long sip. When he finally pulled it away, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. „Ahh, good stuff.” He exhaled in satisfaction, but then that sly grin was back. „But that ain’t what I meant.”

Eren raised a brow, waiting.

Kenny leaned in slightly, his voice dripping with amusement. „Swing ya lazy ass up and pull out that damn charm of yours. You’re callin’ out Levi and the next fight for me.” He said it like there was no room for argument.

Eren blinked. „For real?” A crooked smile tugged at his lips. He’d only done it once before—back when Mikasa and Annie had fought—and, to be honest, it had been kinda fun. A little ridiculous, yeah, but fun.

Kenny clapped a heavy hand on Eren’s back. „Need someone I can rely on if shit goes south.” Then, as if just remembering something, he added with a smirk, „And no damn make-out sessions. Don’t need the cops showin’ up here.”

Eren groaned, rubbing his face. „Oh, come on. You know about that?”

„‘Course I fuckin’ know.” Kenny made a dismissive wave. „Blondie one and blondie two called me in the damn middle of the night, askin’ if I had any connections in the law system.”

He chuckled. „Did what I could—made a call, backed it up with a lil’ threat—but nah, sorry, boy. Cops weren’t lettin’ ya out ‘cause of me. But ya didn’t sit in there too long, so guess ya got lucky in two different ways.”

Eren turned to Levi, deadpan. „Did you know he knew?”

Levi didn’t even blink. „The old bastard has his eyes and ears everywhere.”

Eren sighed, shaking his head. „Whatever. You can all make fun of it, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t do it again. So fuck you.” He muttered the words, but there was no real bite behind them. He knew his friends weren’t actually judging him.

Kenny just chuckled. Then he looked back at Levi, tipping his fingers to his hat. „Make it a damn good show, for me, will ya?”

Levi just gave a small nod, nothing more.

Then, as Kenny turned away, Levi started to strip down, and Eren—well, Eren all but forgot how to breathe.

Levi tugged his shirt over his head in one smooth motion, revealing his sculpted torso beneath the harsh warehouse lights. His body was lean, toned muscle, each line carved to perfection. The black ink of his tattoos stretched over his skin—some bold, some intricate—each one telling a story Eren wanted to trace with his tongue.

Levi kicked off his boots next, quick and efficient, then slid his joggers down, leaving him in nothing but black sports shorts.

Eren swallowed. Hard.

Fuck.

He’d seen Levi shirtless plenty of times—hell, he’d had his hands all over him countless times—but it never stopped hitting him like a goddamn truck.

He could barely hear the crowd over the rush of blood in his ears.

Levi wasn’t doing anything special—just standing there, stretching his arms a little, rolling his neck—but Eren was practically hypnotized. The way the muscles in Levi’s back moved, the sharp cut of his V-line disappearing beneath the waistband of his shorts, the confident ease in his stance—it was unfair.

Mikasa, sitting beside him, nudged his side. „You’re staring.”

Eren didn’t even try to deny it. „Yeah. And?”

Mikasa sighed, muttering, „Hopeless.”

But Eren didn’t care.

Because, damn.

Levi was about to wreck some poor bastard in that cage, and Eren would be right here, watching every second of it.

Levi caught Eren’s eyes, smirking like he knew exactly what had just put Eren’s brain on standby. And of course, he did.

With a lazy motion, Levi curled his index finger, beckoning him. „Come here,” he said, his voice deep, teasing. Then, with no shame at all, he added, „Give me a kiss.”

A kiss was the most innocent thing Levi could have asked for. Eren would have done anything—dropped to his knees right then and there if Levi had asked. But since this was the request, Eren wasn’t about to hesitate.

He closed the distance between them in an instant, his hands finding Levi’s bare hips, fingers sliding over warm skin, tracing the firm muscle beneath his palms. His breath hitched as Levi mirrored the movement, rough, calloused hands skimming up Eren’s chest and over his shoulders before settling at the back of his neck.

Their lips met, slow at first—just a press, grounding and electric all at once. But then Levi deepened it, tilting his head, parting his lips slightly, and Eren was done for.

His fingers flexed, digging into Levi’s sides as heat rushed through him. He tasted whiskey and smoke, something sharp and unmistakably Levi, and it had his head spinning. Their tongues brushed, teasing, pulling, and Eren swore his heart was beating in sync with every push and pull of their lips.

Levi was the first to pull back, but not before his tongue flicked out to taste just a little more. His voice was barely above a mutter, lips still parted, breath warm against Eren’s mouth.

„Damn…”

Eren felt the heat spread all the way down to his stomach.

Levi exhaled through his nose, stepping back just slightly, but the intensity in his gaze didn’t fade. „Now go announce the damn fight,” he said, voice steady despite the fact that Eren could feel the slight tension in his grip, like Levi himself had to force some distance. Then, with a raised brow, he added, „And don’t play circus, alright?”

Eren blinked, still dazed. Then he laughed, running a hand through his hair. „’Kay.”

Stepping back, he was grinning like a complete idiot. Which, honestly, was fair. He was in love. No judgment.

The noise of the crowd was back in his ears, like someone had just hit ‘unmute’ on the world. He barely paid attention to whatever looks he was getting for kissing Levi like that in front of everyone. Not his problem.

With that, he hopped up into the cage, where Kenny was waiting, arms crossed, watching with an amused expression.

„Took ya long enough,” Kenny drawled. „What, thought ya were about to put on a whole damn show before the real fight?”

Eren just huffed a breath, still high on Levi, still buzzing from the feeling of him.

„Nah,” he said, rolling his shoulders, letting the grin slip back onto his face. „Just a little warm-up.”

Kenny let out a short laugh, shaking his head. „Alright, lover boy. Get to it.”

Eren took a deep breath, then turned to the crowd, ready to call out the fight—ready to hype Levi up, to make sure every single person in the room knew that the guy stepping into that cage wasn’t just some fighter.

He was a goddamn legend.

Eren hadn’t dressed to impress—not on purpose, anyway. But the way his clothes fit him, snug around his toned arms and broad shoulders, did all the work for him. A simple black tee stretched just right over his chest, and his jeans hung low on his hips, the chain on his belt clinking slightly as he moved. He didn’t need to try. He had a presence—loud, confident, the kind of guy who demanded attention without asking for it.

And the people here knew him.

They’d seen him fight. They’d seen him bleed and grin through it. Eren Jaeger wasn’t just Levi’s boyfriend—he was a name in his own right.

Now, standing beside Kenny, Eren smirked like he owned the whole damn place.

Kenny leaned in, voice low with amusement. „Make it good, boy.”

Eren stepped forward, taking center stage like he was born for it.

„Alright, shut the fuck up and listen.” His voice cut through the noise like a blade. Rough, blunt, made for a setting like this. The crowd immediately responded—some laughing, some whistling, but all paying attention.

„The next fight starts now,” Eren continued, letting the anticipation build for a second before throwing his arms out. „And trust me, you fuckers are in for a show.”

He turned slightly, gesturing toward Levi, who was standing on the edge of the cage, calm as ever.

Eren grinned wider.

„Because right here, we got the toughest, the strongest—hell, the baddest motherfucker to ever step in this ring.” He pointed at Levi, his voice rising with each word. „The one, the only—Levi fucking Ackerman.”

The crowd exploded, people shouting, placing last-minute bets, the energy in the room crackling like electricity.

Eren could feel Levi’s eyes on him, sharp as knives, practically burning into his skull. He was saying one thing, loud and clear: Shut the fuck up.

But Eren? Eren just smirked. Because fuck that. Levi deserved this. Not just to be praised, but to be worshipped. Like a king. No—like a god.

„And let’s be real,” Eren continued, arms crossed, his voice dropping into something almost taunting. „He ain’t just the best fighter here. Look at him. The hottest guy in this whole damn place. And that’s just a fucking fact.”

A mix of cheers, whistles, and laughter rang out.

Levi exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand down his face like he was reconsidering his life choices.

Eren snickered.

Then, finally, as if suddenly remembering that this was technically a two-person fight, he glanced toward the other guy, who had been standing there, waiting for his own introduction.

„Uh… oh, right,” Eren said, snapping his fingers. „The other guy.” He squinted at him. „Shit, man. Sorry. I forgot your name.”

Some chuckles rippled through the crowd, and the guy—some lean, young fighter Eren didn’t recognize—rolled his eyes but didn’t look pissed off. Yet.

Eren clapped his hands together. „Well, anyway, any last words Tombstone? Because Levi’s about to kick your ass. But hey—make it a good show, yeah?”

The fighter snorted, shaking his head, before cracking his knuckles. „Cocky bastard,” he muttered, but there was a glint in his eyes, like he was ready for the challenge.

Kenny laughed, clapping Eren hard on the shoulder before stepping forward to signal the ref.

As if Kenny had planned it himself, the heavy, wild drumbeats of „Welcome to the Circus“ by Five Finger Death Punch blasted through the warehouse speakers. The opening chords ripped through the air, the bass vibrating in Eren’s chest, sending a wave of adrenaline rolling through the crowd.

„Welcome to the circus
Welcome to the shit show
Just another freak show
Hang your hat and hate at the door…”

The moment the song hit, the restless hum of the crowd turned into a roar. Bets were finalized. People shoved closer to the cage, eager for the bloodshed about to unfold.

Levi rolled his shoulders again, standing up from the bench. That brief moment of ease—the smirk he’d sent Eren’s way—was gone, replaced by something sharper. Colder. Focused.

His opponent, some tatted-up fighter with a cocky smirk, cracked his knuckles as he stepped into the cage. He looked confident—maybe too confident. Levi didn’t react, just flexed his fingers, rolling his neck, his entire presence shifting into something dangerous.

The song pounded on—

„It’s a game of torture
Souls are made to order
Everything you wanted and more…”

Eren watched Levi, eyes dark with something between admiration and excitement.

Levi didn’t just fight. He moved—efficient, lethal, all controlled violence wrapped in a deceptively small frame. Watching him prepare, knowing exactly what he was capable of, sent a rush through Eren’s blood.

As Levi passed him, Eren leaned in, voice low and teasing, but thick with something real. Something hungry.

„Go give them a show,” he murmured, just loud enough for Levi to hear.

Levi glanced at him, lips twitching in the smallest smirk. „Everything for you.”

The song surged toward ist peak—

„Grab your favorite stones
They came for broken bones
That’s what happens when you sign on the line…”

Levi stepped into the cage.

„There’s no need for excuses
Everybody loses
Only way you’ll ever win is to die…”

The cage door slammed shut.

The song hit ist final verse—

„Tickey, tickey, tasket
Time to burn the casket
Time to burn this motherfucker down!”

The last drumbeat pounded through the speakers, rattling through the walls. Then—silence.

For a moment, all that remained was the electric charge in the air.

The ref stepped forward, lifting his hand. The crowd held ist breath.

And then—

„Fight!”

The name of the fighter Eren had forgotten was Marcel Galliard, the brother of Porco—who Eren had fought in the past. And won.

If Eren had paid more attention to the fighters beforehand, he probably would’ve remembered that little detail. But in the grand scheme of things, it didn’t matter.

This wasn’t his fight.
This was Levi’s fight.

And even though Marcel looked strong—solid build, good stance, a few years younger than Levi—he didn’t stand a chance.

Because Levi wasn’t just strong. He wasn’t just skilled. He was a weapon. Sharp. Fast. Precise.

Marcel had the guts to step into the cage with him, and for that alone, he deserved some respect.

But respect wasn’t going to save him.

The moment Kenny’s hand dropped, signaling the fight had begun, Marcel Galliard lunged forward, wasting no time. His body was coiled with energy, muscles tensed, brown eyes locked onto Levi like a predator ready to strike.

But Levi? Levi just stood there. Calm. Still. Watching.

Eren had seen this before—Levi’s patience, his lethal efficiency. He wasn’t the type to come out swinging wildly. No wasted movement. No unnecessary aggression. Just pure, calculated destruction.

Marcel threw a powerful right hook, aiming for Levi’s jaw, but Levi vanished. A quick sidestep, nothing flashy, just enough to let the punch graze air. Before Marcel could even register his miss, Levi struck—

A brutal jab to the ribs.

Hard.

Marcel grunted but didn’t falter. He had a solid stance, strong technique, and wasn’t just some reckless brawler. He reset quickly, pivoting, then sent a low kick toward Levi’s leg.

Levi barely moved—just a subtle shift in weight, dodging the worst of it, but this time he didn’t let Marcel recover.

He caught Marcel’s leg mid-kick. And then slammed his elbow down onto Marcel’s thigh.

The younger fighter let out a sharp curse, stumbling back. His leg buckled for just a second, but that second was all Levi needed.

He moved in—swift, merciless.

A left hook snapped Marcel’s head to the side. A brutal knee drove into his stomach, forcing the air from his lungs.

Marcel reeled, but he wasn’t done. He fought back, shoving forward, trying to grab Levi and force him into a clinch, but Levi was already two steps ahead. He twisted his body, shifting the momentum, and in a blink, Marcel was airborne.

The impact as Levi slammed him onto the concrete was deafening.

The cage rattled. The crowd roared.

No padding. No mat. Just the hard, cold ground.

Levi didn’t hesitate. He dropped down, straddling Marcel’s chest, pinning him beneath his weight.

Then came the punches.

One…

Two…

Three…

More.

Each strike was devastating. Marcel tried to block, twisting beneath Levi’s iron grip, but it was useless. Levi’s knuckles were relentless, cracking against his jaw, splitting his lip, breaking skin. Blood smeared across the concrete.

Marcel’s head lolled for a second, but he was still conscious, still trying to fight back.

Levi grabbed him by the throat, forcing his head back against the ground. The rough cement scraped against his skin, mixing blood with dust. Levi leaned in close, voice low, deadly.

„Stay down.“

Marcel panted, blood trickling down his chin, his eyes unfocused. His body twitched like he wanted to push up, to keep going—

But he didn’t.

The fight was over.

The moment Marcel went still, the warehouse exploded. Shouts, cheers, fists pounding against the metal cage. The energy was electric.

Levi barely reacted. He exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders, shaking the blood from his knuckles like this was just another routine. His tattoos—dark ink stretched over his sculpted torso—stood out starkly under the harsh warehouse lights, making him look even more untouchable.

Eren, still standing outside the cage, couldn’t help but grin. His boyfriend had just destroyed another man with the grace of a goddamn executioner.And fuck if that wasn’t one of the hottest things he’d ever seen.

Levi looked down at his beaten opponent, his sharp grey eyes unreadable. Marcel was barely moving, chest heaving, his face bloodied and bruised.

Levi tilted his head, flexing his fingers as if testing for any lingering pain. Then, in that same cold, measured voice, he asked—

„Was that everything?“

Not shouting. No need to. The way he said it, quiet but absolute, carried enough weight to be heard by those closest.

Marcel groaned, shifting slightly, but he didn’t answer. He couldn’t.

Levi huffed, unimpressed, before turning toward Kenny. „Open the damn door.“

Kenny smirked, looking like a man who just won a very lucrative bet. He strolled over, swinging the cage door open with an exaggerated motion, tipping his hat back in approval. „Now that was a helluva show.“

Before Kenny could say more, Eren was already inside the cage. A couple of guys rushed in after him—Marcel’s friends, his brother, trying to help him up—but Eren didn’t spare them a glance. His focus was locked on one person.

Levi.

His boyfriend. His winner.

Eren reached for Levi’s hands, his thumbs tracing the raw, bloodied skin over his knuckles. His heart thrummed against his ribs, half from adrenaline, half from the sheer awe of Levi.

„Damn proud of you,“ he murmured.

Then, without hesitation, he lifted Levi’s hands to his lips, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to each bruised knuckle.

The crowd, still buzzing with post-fight energy, lost it.

Cheers, whistles, some jeering, but Eren didn’t care. He knew exactly what he was doing—playing up Kenny’s showman act, adding to the spectacle. Because Levi deserved it. He deserved to be praised, not just as a fighter, but as a goddamn king.

Eren turned, still holding Levi’s hand as he raised it high.

„Your winner - Levi!“ he announced, his voice carrying through the warehouseAs the cheers roared around them, Eren barely thought before lifting Levi’s hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to his bloodied knuckles. „Fast, lethal, and way too damn good at making a beating look sexy.”

Levi, as expected, just sighed. Eren could feel his unimpressed glare burning into the side of his face, telling him to shut the fuck up already.

But Eren just grinned, because Levi deserved this. Every bit of it.

And, really, he wasn’t lying.

His grip tightened, pulse hammering. „And all mine.”

Before Levi could react, Eren was on him—grabbing his jaw, tilting his head, and kissing the sweat-damp skin of his neck. It wasn’t careful. It wasn’t soft. Just heat, possession, and pure instinct.

Somewhere in the crowd, a voice cut through the haze, harsh and mocking.

„Fucking faggs. This a fight night or a gay porn? He’s acting like a bitch every time…”

Eren froze.

The kiss ended in an instant, his body going rigid as every muscle tensed. The words hit like a slap—loud, ugly, and public. He could feel the shift in the air. The buzz of post-fight adrenaline was replaced by something colder, sharper.

The warehouse, still electric from the fight, turned ist attention to the new tension crackling in the air.

Levi tensed beneath Eren’s hands, and for a second, Eren could feel the restraint in him—the way he was ready to tear this idiot apart for the way he had spoken.

Eren was seeing red.

His fingers curled into fists, nails biting into his palms. His jaw tightened, teeth grinding together as he scanned the crowd, hunting for the idiot who had dared to open his mouth.

„What the fuck did you just say?“ Eren growled, his voice sharp, dangerous.

Some people turned to look at the man—tanned skin, sandy blond hair.

Eren’s eyes locked onto him like a predator sizing up ist prey. „Come up here,” he said, voice low, lethal. „And say it to my face, asshole.”

The man hesitated, glancing around as if expecting backup. No one spoke. Even those who might have agreed with him weren’t stupid enough to step in now.

„What? No, I—I said what I said,” the guy stammered, squaring his shoulders like he was trying to act tough. „I just think we can have the fights without that… whole gay thing.”

Levi took a step forward then, his sharp grey eyes narrowing, but Eren threw an arm in front of him.

Not now.

Eren let out a slow, humorless laugh. „You got a problem with me, huh?” His voice was smooth now, mockingly casual. „Calling me a bitch? If you’re gonna talk big, you better back it the fuck up.”

The guy swallowed hard but still tried to puff himself up. „You act like his bitch,“ he said, though his voice was tense, nervous.

Wrong move.

Eren didn’t let him finish.

He was already moving.

In a flash, he was out of the cage, shoving through the crowd, grabbing the guy by the neck before he could even think to run. The man thrashed, trying to shove Eren off, but Eren was stronger—so much stronger. He barely had to try.

„Oh, look,” Eren sneered, dragging him toward the cage. „We got another fighter! Guess it’s my turn now.”

Kenny, still leaning against the cage door, chuckled, clearly entertained. „Well, well. Didn’t expect another match tonight.”

Levi watched Eren the whole time, his eyes fixed on him. He didn’t step in—he let Eren do his thing.

The crowd, sensing blood, started cheering. Some laughed, some jeered, but no one stopped Eren as he hauled the guy through the cage door and threw him inside.

The man stumbled, eyes going wide. „No—no, I’m not fighting—”

Eren stepped in after him, closing the space between them in an instant.

„Oh, but you were real bold a second ago,” Eren mocked, voice dripping with false sympathy. „What’s wrong? Hm? Acting like a tough bastard. You were talkin’ all that shit. Go ahead. Say something now.”

Despite his anger, Eren had left him two options—either apologize and crawl back with his tail between his legs, getting humiliated in front of everyone, losing any respect he had, and never opening his stupid mouth again…

Or fight. Back up his bullshit.

The guy’s eyes darkened, and he clenched his fists so tight his knuckles turned white. He sneered, voice low and venomous:

„Jesus Christ, you two fucking faggots! All this over a damn comment? What now? You playing tough in front of your little sissy boyfriend? And you all just stand there like a bunch of pathetic cowards?”

He addressed the onlookers, then turned back to Eren. „This is a damn fight show, not some freak show for cocksuckers.”

Wrong answer.

Eren snapped.

The punch landed before anyone could even process it—a brutal, teeth-rattling right hook to the jaw that sent the guy reeling. His head snapped back violently, and the force of it dropped him straight to the ground, gasping, hands flying up to his face, trying to stop the blood from spilling.

But Eren wasn’t finished.

His pulse roared in his ears, his vision tunneling. His body was a furnace, every muscle locked tight with unrestrained fury. This wasn’t just about an insult anymore—it was about disrespecting Levi, and that was something Eren couldn’t fucking stand.

He grabbed the guy by the front of his shirt and yanked him up just to slam him right back down, knocking the air out of him. The man wheezed, but Eren didn’t let go.

„Fag—“

Another punch. A sickening crunch.

Then another.

Eren barely registered the blood spattering his knuckles, the way the guy’s body jerked with each hit. He just wanted him to feel it. To understand.

No one—absolutely fucking no one—spoke to Levi like that in front of him.

Eren grabbed a fistful of his hair, wrenching his head back. His breath was hot against the guy’s ear as he spoke, voice razor-sharp.

„Say another word like that,” he growled, deadly quiet. „And I swear to fucking God, you won’t live to regret it.”

The man’s wide eyes flicked from Eren’s face to Levi, sheer terror creeping in. He couldn’t even form words, his whole body trembling—not just from pain, but from the sheer force of Eren’s fury.

Eren leaned in closer, his free hand wrapping around the man’s throat, his grip tightening. „I’ll make you choke on your own blood if you say one more fucking word about Levi. You’ll wish you’d never been born.”

The man whimpered, tried weakly to push Eren’s hand away, but it was useless. He had no fight left in him. His lips parted to speak—

Eren slammed him against the cage. „Shut the fuck up.”

And then, just as easily as he’d grabbed him, Eren tossed him aside like a piece of trash.

The guy hit the ground hard, chest heaving with fear and pain, but he didn’t make another sound.

Eren exhaled sharply, shaking the sting from his fists. His knuckles were raw, split open, but he barely noticed. His blood was still running hot, rage still simmering under his skin.

He turned toward Kenny, his voice sharp.

„Get this trash out of the fucking cage.”

Kenny grinned. „Gladly.”

As a few guys stepped in to drag the man out, Eren turned back to Levi. His pulse was still racing, his body still coiled tight, but Levi—Levi just watched him.

Levi let out a slow breath, his gaze dragging over Eren’s bruised knuckles, then back up to his face. „Didn’t have to go that far.” His voice was quiet, steady—not scolding, just stating a fact.

Eren let out a sarcastic chuckle, still catching his breath. „Yeah, I did. You heard him.” He flexed his fingers, smirking. „Didn’t feel like a mistake.”

Levi’s eyes softened just enough to be noticeable. „Yeah,” he muttered. „Didn’t look like one either.”

He held Eren’s gaze for a moment longer, something unreadable flickering behind his eyes. Then, finally, he spoke again—softer this time.

„But next time, try not to break your own hand over an idiot.”

Eren let out a snort, stepping in closer. „You saying I went overboard?” He slid his hands over Levi’s hips, fingers flexing against his skin, more protective than possessive. His eyes still held that rage, darkened, but also the deep feelings he had for Levi.

„Tch. No.” Levi didn’t blink. „I’m saying take care of yourself, but you gave him what he deserved. You did good.”

Eren’s grin deepened. „I did.”

Levi returned the smirk, the corner of his mouth twitching up. He reached out for Eren’s face, brushing brown hair out of his eyes, cupping his cheek gently. „Always so damn dramatic.”

Eren huffed a quiet laugh, the adrenaline still burning through his veins. He leaned closer, their lips almost touching. „You love it.”

Levi didn’t deny it. He just tilted his head slightly, studying him like he was seeing something only he could understand. Then, after a beat—

„I love you, Eren.”

And that was all Eren needed to hear.

X

Chapter Text

No Regrets 2
Chapter 17 – I Wanna Be Your Slave

They walked out of the cage, Eren’s focus entirely on the task he had just completed—sending a clear message. The noise around him, the jeers and cheers of the crowd, barely registered. He had made his point. The disrespect directed at Levi was never going to be tolerated again.

As they made their way back to the benches, however, it was impossible to ignore the reactions of their friends, who had witnessed everything unfold. The others were still buzzing with energy from the spectacle.

Isabel was the first to speak up, her voice loud and full of disbelief. „Wow, what the fuck. What an asshole.” She shook her head, closing her arms around Eren to hug him with a smirk on her face. „You did a number. No one talks to my boys like that.”

Marco, usually the more laid-back one, chuckled under his breath. „Damn, what a show.” He gestured between Levi and Eren, a teasing glint in his eyes. „Levi’s fight was a spectacle, but Eren? You just put on a whole damn performance.”

Jean crossed his arms, leaning against the side of the bench, a wide grin on his face. „Shit, you really are insane,” he said, his tone not judgmental but full of approval. It was clear he thought Eren’s actions were justified, though maybe a bit over the top. „But honestly, I don’t blame you.”

Annie stood close to Armin, her face as stoic as ever, but her words held a certain weight. „Now I know what the hype’s about with you two,” she muttered, her eyes flicking between Eren and Levi. Though her expression remained neutral, there was a shift in how she viewed them both.

Armin was silently observing, his gaze flickering between everyone. He looked like he was processing every detail, like he had to take in the scene before making sense of it all. „You two really know how to leave an impression,“ he said, his voice a little quieter than the others, but there was an understanding there. His mind was already working through the implications.

Mikasa, ever the voice of reason, spoke up, her concern still evident. „You should learn how to control your anger, Eren,” she said firmly, though the edge of her voice softened as she glanced at the chaos. „But he deserved it.”

Her gaze flickered to Levi, adding, „A good fight. You live up to the rumors about you.”

Levi didn’t respond to the praise, instead just snorting in mild indifference as he made his way to the bench. He winced slightly, feeling the ache in his muscles from the fight, but didn’t show much outward exhaustion. „Someone get me the damn whisky,” he muttered gruffly, not looking at anyone.

Erwin, who had been quietly observing the exchange, walked over and clapped Levi on the back, his tone light but with the usual respect. „That’s why I always watch your fights,” he said, his smile never faltering. „You never disappoint.”

Levi rolled his eyes and sat down on the bench, leaning forward to stretch his shoulders. „Yeah, whatever,” he grumbled. „Someone hand me that bottle. I could use a drink.”

Farlan, always ready to keep things light, handed Levi the bottle of whisky with a grin. „Coming right up,” he said, chuckling at the sight of Levi’s gruffness.

„What a match, man. You really crushed that guy.” His eyes then shifted to Eren, as if the comment was meant for him too. „You gave him a lesson too. That was something.”

Eren, still high on adrenaline but starting to come down from the rush, met Farlan’s gaze and gave a small, wry smile. „Yeah, he had it coming.”

As Levi took the bottle from Farlan, the group settled in around the bench, the energy still buzzing, but now more relaxed. The adrenaline of the fight had faded, but the camaraderie among them had shifted, solidified in a way that felt new.

Erwin, never one to linger too long at events like this, stood and stretched. „I’ve got business to take care of,” he said, which everyone knew meant he had bets to collect. He’d undoubtedly made a solid profit from Levi’s fight. „Try not to get into more trouble,” he added, giving Levi and Eren a pointed look before walking off into the crowd.

Eren dropped down onto the bench beside Levi, still buzzing with leftover adrenaline. Without hesitation, he draped an arm casually over Levi’s shoulders and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to his temple.

„Watching you fight was so fucking hot,” he murmured against Levi’s skin, his voice low enough for only him to hear. He stayed close for a moment, his fingers flexing against Levi’s arm before he finally pulled back, giving him space.

Levi scoffed, tilting his head just slightly in Eren’s direction, as if he were trying to hide how much he liked it. „Tch. You’re ridiculous.” But he didn’t shrug Eren off.

Across from them, Marco leaned toward Jean, nudging him with his elbow. „Hey, how about we take this afterparty somewhere else?”

He glanced around at the others before adding, „We could just chill at our place, relax a little.”

Jean considered it for a moment before nodding. „Yeah, sounds good. What do you guys think? Up for a bit of fun?”

Eren was immediately on board. „Hell yeah. If you ask me, let’s go right now.” But before getting up, he turned to Levi with a questioning look. „What do you say? Take your whisky bottle and head out? Or are you calling it a night?”

Levi rolled his shoulders, feeling the ache from the fight settling in. He exhaled and gave a lazy shrug. „Why not?”

He looked over at Marco, raising an eyebrow. „You got any weed at home?”

Marco grinned. „Do I even need to answer that?”

Isabel perked up immediately. „Hell yeah, I’m in.” She threw an arm over Farlan’s shoulder, practically bouncing on her feet. „Come on, this night’s already been wild. Might as well keep it going.”

Farlan chuckled, already standing. „Yeah, I could go for a drink somewhere quieter.”

He turned to Armin, who had been quiet for a moment, lost in thought. „You coming, or are you tapping out?”

Armin hesitated, glancing between them. He wasn’t really the type to stay out late and party, but at the same time, he didn’t exactly want to go home yet either. „Yeah, I’ll come,” he finally said with a small shrug. „Someone’s gotta keep an eye on you guys.”

Mikasa and Annie, however, had other plans.
„I think I’ll call it a night,” Mikasa said, crossing her arms. She glanced at Eren, who was already half out of his seat, his energy still burning. „You should get some actual rest at some point.”

Eren just grinned. „Maybe later.”

Annie nodded slightly. „Same. It’s late enough.” She didn’t say much else, but she didn’t really need to. The exhaustion in her expression said enough.

„Suit yourselves,” Jean said, standing up and stretching. „More for us.”

With that, the group that was left—Eren, Levi, Marco, Jean, Isabel, Farlan, and Armin—gathered their things and started making their way out.

The night wasn’t over just yet. And if Eren had his way, it would end with Levi pressed up against him, the taste of whisky on his lips, and his hands all over him.

Before they could leave for good, Levi glanced toward the back of the warehouse. „I need to talk to Kenny—get my winnings for the night.”

Eren nodded. „Go ahead. We’ll wait.”

Jean, Marco, Isabel, and Farlan decided to step outside, giving Levi space to handle his business while Armin stayed back with Eren. The noise inside the warehouse had died down slightly, though groups still lingered, discussing the fights and placing last-minute bets on upcoming matches.

Eren leaned against one of the metal support beams, exhaling as the leftover adrenaline finally began to fade. He turned to Levi before he walked off. „Hey,” he said, a smirk tugging at his lips. „Glad you’re not wrecked from the fight this time. I actually packed cooling packs and all that shit—thought I’d have to patch you up again.” He chuckled, shaking his head. „Guess you manage.”

Levi shot him a look over his shoulder, unimpressed. „Tch. Of course I manage.”

As Levi walked away, Armin looked at Eren, arms crossed, his expression unreadable for a moment before he finally spoke. „You have your ways of showing you care about him,” he said, referring to Eren’s earlier outburst in the cage.

Eren didn’t deny it. He just smiled. „Yeah, I do.” His voice was softer now, less cocky, more honest. „You know I love him.”

Armin hummed in acknowledgment, a knowing look in his eyes. He didn’t question it—he didn’t have to.

Instead, Eren turned the conversation on him. „So, what about you and Annie?”

Armin’s expression shifted, and for the first time that night, he looked smug. „I got her number.”

Eren leaned in slightly, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. „Oh? And what does Erwin have to say about that?”

Armin looked amused. „I don’t remember being in a relationship,” he said with a slight shrug. „And right now, I’m not looking for one.”

„Just fun, huh?” Eren nudged him playfully. He wanted to pry, but he bit his tongue. If Armin wanted to keep things private, Eren wasn’t about to push—at least not right now.

„Just fun,” Armin confirmed simply, though the slight curve of his lips suggested there was more to it.

Before Eren could tease him further, a familiar voice cut through the conversation.

„Hey, Eren.”

Turning, Eren found himself face-to-face with Floch, who had approached casually, hands in his pockets, his usual cocky smirk in place.

„What a great show,” Floch continued, nodding in approval. „Seriously, watching you stand your ground against that asshole? That was something.”

„Oh, you made it?” He turned slightly to Armin, nodding in Floch’s direction. „Armin, this is Floch. He fights here sometimes too.”

Armin gave a small smile „Hy.“

Floch nodded briefly at Armin but kept his attention on Eren. „Just wanted to say, if shit like that happens again, I’d back you up.” He gave a sharp grin. „And don’t forget—we still need to have our fight soon, yeah?”

Eren smirked, tilting his head slightly. „Right. Looking forward to it.”

Floch then turned to leave but threw one last comment over his shoulder. „Oh, tell Levi his fight was fucking awesome.”

Almost on cue, Levi reappeared, moving toward them with an easy, unhurried stride. His sharp gaze flicked toward Floch’s retreating figure before settling on Eren. „What was that?” he asked, suspicion evident in his voice.

Eren gave him an assuring look, shaking his head. „Nothing to worry about,” he said easily. „Remember Floch? I fought him before. Ran into him by chance today at Rolling Thunder—apparently, he works as a mechanic at some shop in the city. He wants a rematch.”

Levi narrowed his eyes slightly, studying Eren’s face as if searching for any sign of something deeper. After a moment, he exhaled. „Is that so?” He scoffed lightly. „Well, if he likes getting beaten, that’s on him.”

Eren laughed. „Maybe he does. Guess we’ll see.” He glanced at Levi’s hands. „You got the money?”

Levi didn’t answer right away—he simply held up a thick roll of bills before shoving it into his pocket. „Kenny paid up,” he said, voice dry. Then, with a slight smirk, he added, „Eyebrows handed over some cash too. Placed a high bet on me tonight.”

Eren chuckled. „So Erwin’s making bank off of you, huh?”

Levi rolled his eyes but didn’t deny it. „Seems like it.”

Armin huffed a small laugh. „That’s Erwin for you.”

Eren clapped Levi on the shoulder. „Well, drinks are on you, then.”

Levi gave him a flat look. „Tch. You wish.”

With that, they finally headed outside, where the others were waiting. The night wasn’t over just yet.

X

Jean and Marco’s apartment was alive with smoke, laughter, and the unmistakable scent of weed. It wasn’t a party in the traditional sense—more like a gathering of degenerates, sprawled across couches, nursing drinks, and getting just high enough to lower their inhibitions. The warm glow of cheap fairy lights flickered across the group, casting lazy shadows over their half-buzzed, half-baked faces. Music pulsed from the speakers, blending seamlessly with the occasional clink of bottles and the low murmur of conversation.

Apparently, at some point, Jean and Marco had caved and bought a karaoke game for their gaming console—though neither of them wanted to admit which one of them had actually made the purchase. Eren had his guess on Jean, but the dumbass wouldn’t confess to his secret hobby, no matter how hard he was pressed. What was even more offensive was that Jean hadn’t even told Eren about it when he bought the damn thing, because hell, Eren was so down for this.

As soon as he discovered the cheap plastic mic shoved behind the TV, it was over. The party had officially been hijacked.

„Are you fucking serious?” Jean groaned from his spot on the couch, watching with a mix of horror and resignation as Eren booted up the game.

„Hell yeah, I’m serious.” Eren grinned, already scrolling through the song list. „This night just got a million times better.”

Isabel, naturally, jumped right in, her excitement palpable as she bounced onto the floor beside him. „Oh, fuck yes! Finally, some real entertainment.” She grabbed a second mic without hesitation, already vibrating with anticipation.

Levi, on the other hand, looked like he was experiencing physical pain—and not from his earlier fight. He sat back, arms crossed, watching Eren like he wanted to throttle him.

„Absolutely not,” he muttered.

„Oh, come on,” Eren shot back, pointing the mic at him like a weapon. „I know you can sing.”

Levi’s expression darkened instantly. „The fuck kind of assumption is that?”

„I’ve got good instincts.” Eren smirked, pressing a few buttons to select a song. „And I have amazing taste.”

„No, you fucking don’t,” Jean cut in, dragging a hand down his face. „This is the worst possible turn of events.”

Marco, leaning comfortably against Jean’s side, let out a low chuckle. „You say that, but we both know you’re going to end up singing.”

Jean sputtered, but said nothing.

So, after a few songs—some absolute bangers, courtesy of Eren and Isabel—Eren decided it was time to get the whole group involved.

He planted himself in the middle of the room, a cheap Bluetooth mic in one hand and a joint in the other, the whiskey warm in his chest, buzzing just right. His smirk widened as he took a drag, exhaling lazily before pointing at the rest of them.

„All right, assholes,” he declared. „We’re doing this song right. Everyone sings a line,“ he grinned.

He took a dramatic drag from the joint before passing it back to Levi.

Levi, perched on the armrest of the couch, took a slow inhale and exhaled, unimpressed. „Tch. I don’t sing, brat.”

Eren smirked, tilting his head. „Yeah, but you talk, don’t you?”

Levi’s expression didn’t change, but Eren knew he had him.

Isabel leaned into Levi, already grinning. „Come on, Levi! You gotta play along. It’s fun.”

Farlan, ever the reserved one, just shook his head with an amused chuckle. Armin, sipping from his beer, gave Eren a look of resigned patience.

Jean groaned. „If this is some cringe-ass song, I’m kicking you out.”

Eren grinned. The gritty, distorted intro of „I Wanna Be Your Slave“ by Måneskin blasted through the speakers.

https://open.spotify.com/track/4pt5fDVTg5GhEvEtlz9dKk?si=w7S88J7UTTCwUpTXq_9w1Q&context=spotify%3Aplaylist%3A37i9dQZF1DX49jUV2NfGku

Isabel whooped, throwing her hands up. „Fuck yeah, this one’s a banger!”

Jean groaned again, throwing his head back. „Of course it’s some weird-ass Eren pick.”

Marco just chuckled, already resigned to playing along.

Eren started, voice smooth, confident, dripping with something dangerously close to arrogance. „I wanna be your slave.“

He turned to Levi, holding the mic out expectantly. Levi stared at him, unimpressed, exhaling smoke before finally speaking in that deep, velvet tone that always fucked with Eren’s head. „I wanna be your master.“

Eren’s grin twitched into something sharper, something hungrier. Levi’s voice was dangerous, a low growl that slithered straight into his bloodstream.

Eren stood in front of Levi, his body moving to the rhythm of the music, hips swaying suggestively as he played with the beat. He didn’t break his confident stride, the teasing smirk never leaving his lips. Holding the mic close to Levi again, he let the words slip from his mouth, half-sung, half-spoken, „I wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoasters.”

Levi didn’t flinch, his posture calm and unyielding as he watched Eren’s playful movements. The air between them seemed charged, electric, as Eren’s flirtation continued, voice low and challenging. „I wanna be a good boy, I wanna be a gangster.”

Jean barked a laugh from the side, „You’re neither.”

Eren shot him a grin, flipping him off with a cheeky, „Fuck you! I’m both!”

Levi remained silent for a beat, then spoke, his voice steady, almost like a dare: „’Cause you could be the beauty, and I could be the monster.”

The tension in the room shifted, both of them locked in an unspoken challenge, each word and movement loaded with unfiltered intent.

That voice. Low. Lethal. Velvet wrapped around steel. It sounded almost like a compliment—Levi always called Eren beautiful, even when his words were laced with something darker.

Eren was fucking wrecked.

But he had to keep it going.

„Love you since this morning, not just for aesthetic.“

Eren tilted his head slightly, a playful gleam in his eyes as he took a slow, deliberate drag from the joint. His lips curled around it, tongue brushing the filter before he exhaled, the smoke drifting toward Levi. His voice dropped into a husky tone as he sang, „I wanna touch your body, so fucking electric.”

The air between them was thick with tension, and Eren could feel the heat of Levi’s gaze without even needing to look directly at him.

Jean hurled a pillow at him. „Jesus, Eren, stop making it weird.”

Eren laughed. He prowled through the room, swaying with the beat, making a show of every step, passing the mic to Marco.

Marco, ever the chill one, played along smoothly. „I know you’re scared of me, you say that I’m too eccentric.“

Eren dramatically clutched his chest, snatching the mic back. „I’m crying all my tears and that’s fucking pathetic!“

Jean let out a loud snort. „Yeah, it is.”

Ignoring him, Eren turned back to Levi, leaning in way too close, voice playful, teasing, „I wanna make you hungry, then I wanna feed ya.“

Levi exhaled smoke straight at him before responding in that goddamn voice, „I paint your face like you’re my Mona Lisa.“

Eren’s stomach dropped. Fucking hell. Yes!

He bit his lip. That voice was illegal, and the mental image of Levi painting his face—fuck!

Jean grabbed the mic next, side-eyeing Eren before muttering, „I wanna be a champion, I wanna be a loser.“

He shot Eren a sharp look for that lyric, then, just to be an ass, smirked and added, „I’ll even be a clown ‘cause I just wanna amuse ya.“

Eren snatched the mic back and grinned. „I wanna be your sex toy.“

Levi smirked, giving him a dirty look before murmuring, „I wanna be your teacher.“

Eren grinned, stomach flipping at the way Levi’s voice wrapped around the words like smoke. He moved on, holding the mic to Isabel.

She jumped in, grinning wildly. „I wanna be your sin!“

Farlan, who had been quiet most of the night, finally leaned forward with a smirk. „I wanna be your preacher.“

Jean and Marco, now fully into it, belted out together—“I wanna make you love me, then I wanna leave ya, ‘Cause, baby, I’m your David and you’re my Goliath!“

Marco nudged Jean, laughing softly. Jean just ruffled his hair, a smirk tugging at his lips before Marco kissed him swiftly.

Eren, eyes sparkling with mischief, grabbed the mic with confidence. He moaned shamelessly into the microphone, as though he were the next rising star in an adult film.

„Uh-huh… Mhm… Uh-huh,“ Eren teased, pushing the mic closer to his lips, his voice smooth but with a hint of playful seduction.

Then, Eren, owning every damn second of it, threw his head back and growled, „Because I’m the devil who’s searching for redemption!“

He turned, locking eyes with Armin.

Armin sighed dramatically before deadpanning, „And I’m a lawyer who’s searching for redemption.“

Eren howled with laughter before turning back to Levi.

Levi exhaled, then murmured, „And I’m a killer who’s searching for redemption.“

That dangerous look in Levi’s eyes made Eren’s smirk falter for just a second before twitching back into place. His grip on the mic tightened. Levi’s gaze burned into him, but Eren welcomed the fire.

„A motherfucking monster who’s searching for redemption.“

Farlan leaned in next, still smirking. „And I’m a bad guy who’s searching for redemption.“

Armins eyes sparkled with a rare amusemend as he sung, „And I’m a blonde girl who’s searching for redemption.” His tone was teasing, and for once, he was fully letting go of his usual reserved nature, embracing the chaos of the moment.

Eren snorted amused. „Yeah, Armin.“

Jean, now totally caught up in the energy of the game, leaned forward with a grin, his tone more teasing than flirtatious. „And I’m a freak that is searching for redemption!” He threw a playful look toward Eren, giving him a dramatic side-eye as if to say, „Top that.”

Marco, ever the smooth one, took the mic last, his voice calm but undeniably confident. „A motherfucking monster who’s searching for redemption.”

Then, the final stretch.

Eren turned back to Levi, walking toward him slowly, teal eyes dark and hungry. „I wanna be your slave.“

Levi, completely unfazed, took a slow drag, exhaled, and murmured, „I wanna be your master.“

Eren had to physically stop himself from shivering. That fucking voice—gritty, smooth, slow—nearly broke him on the spot.

He swallowed, barely holding himself together as he sang, „I wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoasters. I wanna be a good boy, I wanna be a gangster!“

Then Levi, not missing a beat, murmured, „‘Cause you could be the beauty and I could be the monster.“

Jean threw a beer cap at Eren’s head. „Take that gross-ass energy somewhere else.”

Isabel cackled. „Nah, I love this. Keep making Jean uncomfortable.”

Levi sighed but smirked—just slightly, the tiniest curl of his lips.

And that was enough to ruin Eren for the night.

Farlan and Isabel exchanged a look, their lips curving into amused grins as they began to sing the next line. The words were casual but felt sharp in the air, charged with their teasing energy.

„I wanna make you quiet, I wanna make you nervous,” Isabel and Farlan sang, their voices blending in an almost mocking tone.

Eren rolled his eyes but couldn’t fight the smirk tugging at his lips. The heat between him and Levi intensified as the words swirled around them. His eyes flicked up to Levi’s, an unspoken challenge between them now hanging in the air.

The next line came from Marco, his voice a little slower, the words laced with jealousy and a strange desire.

„I wanna set you free, but I’m too fucking jealous,” Marco sang, his eyes glancing at his boyfriend.

Jean, clearly uncomfortable with the rising energy in the room, joined in with a scoff, though the words had an undeniable edge of intensity. „I wanna pull your strings like you’re my Telecaster.“

And that’s when Eren sang the last line, his voice smooth but thick with desire and something darker, something raw. He didn’t just sing it; he let every syllable drip with meaning, with a challenge that was now firmly placed between him and Levi.

„If you want to use me, I could be your puppet,” Eren whispered, his gaze fixed squarely on Levi. There was no question now—no holding back. Eren’s eyes were locked on Levi’s, unwavering, as he felt his heart pound harder in his chest.

Eren sang the last lines, his voice thick with meaning, every word drenched in desire and something darker.

„‘Cause I’m the devil who’s searching for redemption…“

His eyes were locked on Levi, unwavering, a silent challenge hanging between them.

„And I’m a lawyer who’s searching for redemption…“

The others in the room seemed to disappear for a moment. It was just Eren and Levi—always just the two of them, no matter how loud the world got.

„And I’m a killer who’s searching for redemption…“

Levi’s face remained unreadable, but Eren could feel the weight of his gaze, like it was peeling him apart from the inside.

„A motherfucking monster who’s searching for redemption…“

Eren’s voice dropped lower, becoming huskier, as if he were singing directly to Levi—like the words only mattered because Levi was there to hear them.

„I wanna be your slave,” he whispered roughly, his tone shifting with playful intent. Then, with a mischievous grin, he changed the last line. „And you can be my master.”

The last note lingered in the air, but the room was silent.

Eren’s breath hitched in his chest as he waited for Levi’s response. His heart was thundering, and he knew that if he looked away, if he let himself falter, Levi would be gone.

But Levi didn’t speak.

Instead, Levi stood, his eyes locked onto Eren’s for a long, drawn-out moment. The intensity between them was palpable. He didn’t say a word, but the look in his eyes spoke volumes.

Then, slowly, Levi took a drag from the joint, eyes still on Eren. He leaned in, exhaling the smoke directly into Eren’s face. The gesture wasn’t playful. It was an invitation, raw and intimate.

Eren’s body reacted before his mind could even process it. His heart pounded faster, his body heating under the weight of Levi’s stare.

Levi flicked the bun into the ashtray. He pushed himself forward, his eyes never leaving Eren. Without much ceremoy, he turned and walked towards the hallway.

„Come if you dare,” he murmured, his voice low, tinged with something dangerous.

Eren’s breath caught in his throat. Every part of him was screaming to follow. It was a challange. But also an admission that Levi wanted him just as much.

The others in the room started talking again, but their words were distant, muffled to Eren as his focus remained on Levi’s retreating form. His chest tightened, the heat from earlier burning brighter.

„Jesus, Eren, go already,“ Jean muttered, eyes wide with a mix of amusement and discomfort. „I don’t want to see that.“

Eren didn’t hesitate. He stood, his movements sharp with purpose, his eyes never leaving Levi as he moved toward the door.

Armin, still sipping his beer, gave him a knowing look. „You’re about to get yourself into something you can’t walk away from.”

Eren didn’t care. He was already halfway to the door, his heart racing, pulse quickening.

_

Levi pulled Eren into the bathroom, the last shred of privacy they could find in an apartment full of people. Jean and Marco’s bedroom was out of the question—way too risky, too overstepping. The bathroom door clicked shut behind them, the dim, flickering light casting long shadows on the walls.

With a sharp tug, Eren found himself falling into Levi’s arms. He didn’t resist, his body moving with the pull as if it was a natural force. He was pressed hard against the bathroom door, the cool wood against his back a stark contrast to the heat pooling inside him.

His mind felt foggy—heavy with the aftereffects of the joint and the music. The world felt slower, more distant. The marijuana had done it‘s job, clouding his thoughts with a thick, warm haze. The edges of his vision blurred, and the muffled sounds of the apartment beyond the door seemed to fade into the background. It was as if everything had slowed down—his heartbeat, his breath. But the want still grow.

The alcohol he’d been drinking earlier burned in his chest, still warm from the whiskey, mixing with the smoke in his lungs. And then there was the rush of the night itself—the chaotic energy of the karaoke, the way Levi’s voice had nearly broken him, the challenge in every look they exchanged. All of it swirled together, intensifying the feelings that already simmered under his skin.

Eren felt hot, his body pulsing with the mix of effects. His thoughts were barely coherent, a blur of sensation. And then Levi was there, standing so close that Eren could feel the heat of his body radiating, his breath warm against his lips.

Levi’s hands were on him then, a firm grip on his waist as he leaned in. Eren barely had time to register what was happening before Levi’s lips found his, hungry, demanding, pulling him into a kiss that burned with an urgency that matched Eren’s own racing pulse.

Eren’s head spun. His body, still buzzing, responded immediately, melting into the kiss as if it was the only thing that could satisfy the fire building inside him. The world outside the bathroom no longer existed. It was just Levi and him, the press of their bodies, the taste of whiskey and smoke lingering on their tongues, and the heavy pull of desire that had been growing all night long.

The kiss deepened, and Eren felt a shiver run through him. His hands found their way to Levi’s shirt, fingertips skimming over the fabric, pulling at it instinctively. He could feel the heat of Levi’s chest through the thin material, the way his heartbeat thudded against Eren’s own, making everything feel too real, too intense. Perfect.

His fingers curled around the hem, tugging impatiently. He needed more—needed to feel Levi, skin against skin. With a frustrated little whine, Eren fisted the fabric and yanked, pulling Levi’s shirt up and over his head in one swift motion.

Levi barely broke the kiss, only parting for a second to let the shirt slip past before crashing back into Eren, mouth hot and demanding. His now-bare chest pressed against Eren’s, burning, his muscles tense beneath Eren’s touch. The warmth, the sheer solidity of him, sent a deep, aching heat curling in Eren’s stomach.

„Impatient,” Levi murmured against his lips, smirking.

Eren’s fingers splayed over Levi’s chest, nails dragging lightly down his skin, feeling the way his breath hitched in response. „You like it,” Eren shot back, voice breathless, teasing.

Levi only hummed, a low, satisfied sound, as he pulled Eren’s shirt off in return. His hands worked quickly, tugging the fabric up over Eren’s head, throwing it aside with barely a glance. The moment Eren was bare-chested, Levi’s hands roamed over his skin, feeling the warmth and the softness of him.

Everything that had been building, from the teasing lyrics to the charged glances, now felt like it was about to explode, and Eren could barely think through the haze of it all. He was hot all over—his skin flushed with the mixture of the weed, the alcohol, and the rush of being this close to Levi. It felt like he was drowning in it, in Levi’s touch, in the electricity that crackled between them. And he didn’t want to come up for air.

He wanted to choke on all of it at once.

Levi’s lips left Eren’s, trailing down his jaw, then to his neck, his breath hot against his skin. Eren’s head tipped back instinctively, giving Levi more access as he felt the sharp rush of desire spread like wildfire.

Levi’s voice was low, almost a growl as he muttered against the sensitive skin of Eren’s neck, „Want to be my slave, huh?”

The words were laced with something darker—seductive, possessive—each syllable pulling Eren further under his spell.

A kiss.

„My puppet? My sweet little sex toy.“

Eren’s breath hitched, the effect immediate. His chest tightened, heart racing as Levi’s hands slid over his body, fingers brushing the skin of his stomach, sending a thrill of heat through him.

Levi’s touch was deliberate, slow, but it felt like fire.

Eren gasped, arching into the touch, craving more of the rough intensity Levi always brought, his own hands scrambling to grab hold of Levi, desperate for something solid to ground himself in.

Levi’s hands slid further up his torso, fingertips grazing the curve of his ribs before splaying across his chest. The sensation was almost too much—Eren’s skin was on fire, tingling under Levi’s touch, every inch of him hyper-aware of the man in front of him.

„You’re so fucking tempting,“ Levi murmured, his voice low and thick with desire as he kissed Eren’s neck again, teeth scraping lightly against his skin.

Eren’s fingers dug into Levi’s shoulders, trying to steady himself as the heat of the moment surged through him. His body was responding instinctively, aching for Levi, aching for the way Levi made him feel like he was both losing control and being held captive by every word, every touch. It was intoxicating, maddening, and Eren could feel his entire world narrowing to just this—just Levi’s hands, his mouth, his presence, as if nothing else mattered

Levi’s voice was a low growl, his hands gripping Eren’s hips with firm possession. „I’ll show you what you’re asking for,” he muttered, his tone dark with promise.

Yes.

Eren’s heart pounded against his ribs, the weight of Levi’s body behind him making it impossible to think of anything else. His gaze flickered to the mirror above the sink, locking onto his reflection. What he saw sent a fresh wave of heat curling low in his stomach—his cheeks were flushed, strands of hair falling loose from their tie, his green eyes darkened with arousal.

The lingering haze of the weed only heightened everything—every touch, every breath, every slow, deliberate grind of Levi’s hips against him. The air was thick, electric, making it impossible to focus on anything but the heat pooling low in his belly. He was hard, fuck so damn hard.

And he couldn’t look away.

His lips were parted, breath coming in shallow, uneven pants, his chest rising and falling as realization struck—this was happening. Right here. Right now. His reflection betrayed it all—desire, hunger, anticipation—every ounce of restraint unraveling beneath Levi’s touch.

Levi caught his gaze and smirked against his ear. He rolled his hips, letting Eren feel just how much he wanted him—the firm, insistent press of his cock sending a shudder through Eren’s body.

„That’s it,” Levi murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. „You look fucking perfect.”

A soft moan spilled from Eren’s parted lips, his breath shaky as he let himself fall into the rhythm Levi set. His grip on the porcelain sink tightened, as heat coiled low in his stomach.

Levi moved with purpose, his hands gliding down Eren’s hips, his touch featherlight, teasing. His fingers toyed with the waistband of Eren’s jeans, brushing against the exposed skin beneath before he finally undid the button, tugging the zipper down with slow, deliberate care. He peeled the fabric away inch by inch, savoring the way Eren trembled beneath his touch.

Eren exhaled sharply, every nerve alight as Levi’s fingers traced over his thighs, the rough pads of his fingertips barely grazing sensitive skin before retreating—pulling a desperate, needy whimper from his throat.

His jeans pooled around his knees, the air cool against his bare legs, his cock heavy and flushed between them. Eren leaned further over the sink, arching his back, offering himself without hesitation, his body begging for Levi to take him.

Levi hummed in approval. His lips barely ghosted over the shell as he murmured, voice husky, thick with control. „Look at you… so eager.”

Eren barely had time to process the words before Levi’s hand wrapped around him, fingers firm as they stroked over his aching length. Slow, steady, relentless. The touch sent sharp jolts of pleasure up his spine, his breath hitching, his nails digging into the sink’s surface.

Levi’s thumb dragged over his tip, pressing against the slit, smearing the slickness that had already gathered there. Eren moaned, his cock throbbing at the sensation, hips jerking involuntarily into Levi’s grip.

„Hm, already wet for me,” Levi murmured, voice dripping with dark amusement. „Wet and hard and open.”

His other hand slid over Eren’s ass, fingers spreading him apart as he squeezed possessively, pressing into soft flesh, holding him exactly where he wanted him.

Levi touched him with slow, deliberate care, just enough to make Eren squirm but never giving him what he really wanted.

The quiet rustle of fabric filled the space as Levi hooked his fingers into the waistband of his sports pants, pushing them down just enough to free himself.

A low, guttural groan rumbled in Levi’s chest as he pressed his flushed cock against Eren, the heat of him searing against sensitive skin. Eren trembled at the contact, every nerve in his body alive with anticipation.

Levi’s cock slid between Eren’s cheeks, slick with precum, gliding in slow strokes. He didn’t rush—he let Eren feel every inch, the teasing friction, the unbearable heat. His grip was firm on Eren’s hips as he rocked forward, building the tension, letting Eren fall apart beneath him, desperate for more.

„Fuck,” Eren gasped, his gaze flickering up to the mirror.

The sight stole his breath.

His own reflection—completely wrecked. Cheeks flushed, lips red and parted, green eyes hazy with unfiltered need. His body trembled, caught between pleasure and anticipation. And behind him, Levi—watching his every reaction with dark, hungry eyes, control laced into every precise movement.

Levi’s gaze was molten, stormy grey darkened with lust, his expression rugged and powerful. The sharp cut of his jaw, the slight furrow of his brows, the way his lips curled into a smirk—he looked devastating, dangerous, like a man who knew exactly what he was doing and how much Eren craved it.

Levi smirked, fingers pressing deeper into Eren’s hips, nails digging in just enough to make him feel it. „See yourself, baby?” he murmured, rolling his hips again, dragging his cock along Eren’s skin in a slow, teasing grind. „You look like you were made for this.”

Eren whined, his body reacting before his mind could catch up, pressing back against Levi’s teasing thrusts. „Levi, please…” His voice was breathless, wrecked, shameless. He didn’t care.

Levi chuckled, the sound low, rough, sending shivers down Eren’s spine. His lips traced a slow path down the back of Eren’s neck, his breath hot against flushed skin, voice dark with promise.

„Yeah… that’s what you always do, huh?” Levi murmured, dragging the tip of his cock against Eren’s hole, teasing him with just the slightest pressure. „Begging for my cock. Begging to be fucked. – My beauty.”

Eren whimpered, his body answering before his lips could, his legs spreading as much as his position allowed, offering himself up. He felt the head of Levi’s cock press insistently against his entrance, the pulse, the slick slide of cum smearing against him, the unbearable anticipation of being filled—

But instead of Levi’s cock, two fingers pushed inside.

Eren gasped, his breath catching, his body instantly reacting, his walls clenching around Levi’s fingers before relaxing, opening up for him without resistance. Levi fucked them into him with sharp, fast thrusts, his knuckles pressing up against Eren’s rim as he worked him open.

Eren’s moans spilled freely, rough and breathless, his forehead nearly knocking against the mirror as his fingers gripped the edge of the sink with bruising force. His mind was hazy, floating in the heat of it all—the high, the alcohol, the overwhelming sensation of Levi stretching him, fucking him open.

The air was thick with heat, the scent of sweat, sex, and weed clinging to their skin. Their movements were messy, frantic—driven by raw need rather than finesse. Levi worked him open with rough, relentless thrusts. Each push of his fingers forced a deep, ragged moan from Eren’s throat, his legs shaking beneath him.

Then—suddenly—the fingers were gone.

Eren barely had time to process the loss before something hotter, thicker, and heavier replaced them.

Levi’s cock.

God… yes!

Eren felt it immediately—the slick head pressing against his entrance, stretching him wide as Levi pushed inside in one long, slow thrust. He gasped, body locking up for a second as the first ring of muscle gave way, the pearls of Levi’s piercing dragging against his rim and inner walls, adding an extra edge to the delicious burn of being stretched open.

Levi groaned—a deep, wrecked sound—as he pressed his forehead to Eren’s shoulder, hips flush against him. Eren could feel the coarse brush of Levi’s pubic hair, the weight of his balls against his ass, and the steady, pulsing throb of his cock buried deep inside.

Eren trembled, his arms shaking as he clung to the sink for support, head spinning from everything—the high, the booze, the raw sensation of being filled completely. Fuck, Levi felt so deep.

His reflection in the mirror was wrecked—his flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and dark, dazed eyes painting a picture of perfect ruin.

Levi exhaled sharply, his breath hot against Eren’s skin. „Fuck,” he growled, his voice low and rough, slurred slightly but steady. „You feel so fucking good—so tight.”

His grip tightened as he drew back, the slow drag of his cock pulling a wrecked moan from Eren’s throat. Levi brushed his fingertips along Eren’s stretched, puffy rim, feeling exactly where their bodies were joined. He groaned, squeezing Eren’s ass possessively before gripping his hips with both hands and thrusting forward again—hard, deep, perfect.

Levi fucked him with relentless force, neither gentle nor sweet. He gave Eren exactly what he needed in that moment—exactly what he had craved for hours. Pure, raw lust. Passion, unfiltered and untamed. He let instinct take over, let his body move on autopilot, ruled by the primal urge to claim, to take, to ruin.

Eren didn’t care that he was bent over the sink in their friend’s bathroom, didn’t care if anyone in the living room could hear them over the pounding music. He didn’t care if he sounded like a whore, gasping Levi’s name like it was the only thing on earth that mattered.

And right now, it was.

Levi’s pace was brutal, his grip unforgiving as he drove into him with deep, punishing thrusts. The sharp slap of skin echoed around them, mixing with the muffled bass of the party outside and the wrecked moans spilling from Eren’s lips. He was shaking, overwhelmed, every nerve in his body on fire.

Levi angled his hips just right, and—

Eren choked on a moan, his back arching violently as Levi’s cock slammed against that spot inside him that had him seeing white.

„Shit—Levi—” His voice broke, half-moan, half-cry, his body shuddering with each powerful thrust. His fingers scrabbled against the sink, grasping for something—anything—to ground himself, but there was nothing. Nothing except Levi, fucking him deep, fucking him open, fucking him like he owned him.

Levi didn’t let up.

If anything, he fucked him harder, each snap of his hips purposeful, precise, wringing desperate sounds from Eren’s throat. His grip was brutal, possessive, his breath burning against the back of Eren’s neck as he growled, low and rough, lost in the heat of it all.

He wanted to feel Eren fall apart, to hear him loud, to take everything he had to give. His grip tightened, pulling Eren back into every thrust, skin meeting skin in a filthy, unrelenting rhythm.

„Fuck – Levi!“

„Louder,” Levi rasped, his fingers tangling in Eren’s hair, yanking his head back just enough to meet his blown-out gaze in the mirror. „Let me hear you.”

Eren’s breath hitched, a wrecked, desperate moan tearing from his lips as his whole body shuddered with pleasure. His head fell forward, his mind lost in the overwhelming intensity of it all, every nerve alight, every muscle trembling.

„Fuck—Levi—I’m—” His voice broke, breathless and pleading, barely able to hold himself together.

Levi gritted his teeth, hips snapping forward even harder, pounding into him with a raw, unrelenting rhythm. He keept him exactly where he wanted him. His voice was dark, full of possession as he growled, „Come on, baby. Come for me.”

Eren whimpered, the tension inside him twisting impossibly tighter, his body teetering right on the edge. His free hand scrambled over the slick surface of the sink, seeking any kind of grip, while the other wrapped around his own cock, hot and aching, throbbing in his palm. He stroked himself desperately, fingers gliding over the slick mess of precum, matching the brutal pace Levi set behind him.

Every deep, punishing jerk of Levi’s hip sent sharp jolts of pleasure tearing through him, his senses drowning in the haze of need, intoxication, and raw, animalistic desire.

„Fuck—Levi—” Eren gasped again, his voice completely wrecked. His body tensed, shaking, his strokes growing erratic as his stomach clenched, thighs trembling—until the pleasure snapped.

Levi’s hand shot out, tangling in Eren’s hair, yanking his head back – hard.

„Look at yourself,” Levi commanded, voice rough, breath ragged.

Eren’s eyes snapped open, forced to meet his own reflection in the mirror, heavy-lidded and glazed with ecstasy. His lips were parted, his face twisted in pure bliss, flushed and ruined. And then—

His orgasm hit, tearing through him with violent intensity.

A strangled moan choked out of his throat as he came hard, his body locking up, pleasure rolling through him in overwhelming waves. His release splattered messily against the porcelain sink, hot and thick, painting his skin.

Levi groaned, his breath shuddering as he watched Eren completely fall apart beneath him. The way Eren’s body trembled, the way he moaned Levi’s name like it was the only thing keeping him in this world—it pushed Levi right to the edge.

„Fuck—fuck, that’s it, take it,” Levi snarled, fingers digging deep into sweat-slick skin. His thrusts grew erratic, desperate, his cock pulsing inside Eren as he chased his release.

„Always so good for me,” he growled, voice raw, wrecked, spilling over with lust. „Letting me fuck you open like this—shit—”

A deep, guttural groan tore from his throat as his orgasm hit, slamming into him like a freight train. His hips snapped forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he came hard, thick ropes of cum spilling deep inside Eren.

He hold Eren in place as his own release hit, his cock pulsing inside him.

„Take it, baby,“ Levi gritted out, panting, his forehead dropping against the back of Eren’s neck as he shuddered through the aftershocks. „Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking hot.”

His words were hot against Eren’s damp skin, his fingers twitching against his hips as he slowly came down from his high, still pulsing inside him. The room reeked of sex, sweat, and sin.

The heat of it made Eren shudder, his body spent, his limbs weak. His head swam—his orgasm, the alcohol, the lingering buzz of weed all swirling in his bloodstream, leaving him weightless, untethered.

Their bodies sagged against each other, the room filled with the sound of ragged breathing, sweat-slick skin pressed together, their pulses still pounding in unison.

Through the mirror, their reflections were utterly ruined—Eren, flushed and gasping, his body trembling in the aftermath; Levi, dark-eyed and sated, a smirk curling lazily at the corner of his lips.

Levi kept his hand tangled in Eren’s damp hair, not letting go just yet.

„Fuck,” he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. His free hand drifted down, fingers trailing over Eren’s abdomen, over his softening cock, smearing through the sticky mess clinging to his skin.

Eren shivered at the touch, still sensitive, overstimulated, his body twitching at Levi’s teasing strokes.

Levi lifted his hand, his fingers glistening with Eren’s release.

He pressed them against Eren’s lips.

„Open up and suck.”

His voice was deep, commanding, rough around the edges, still filled with the lingering haze of pleasure.

Eren’s lips parted instinctively, his tongue darting out to taste before he sucked Levi’s fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them, cleaning them off. His own taste spread over his tongue—salty, bitter, filthy.

Levi hummed in approval, his cock twitching inside him, still nestled deep, not entirely softened yet.

He huffed a breathless chuckle, lips brushing over Eren’s shoulder. „Dirty boy,” he muttered, smirking against his skin. „Dripping full of my cum and still shaking. You love this, don’t you?”

And god, Eren did.

Levi pulled back slowly, watching as his cock slid out of Eren, a faint groan escaping him at the sight of their bodies coming apart. His hand moved instinctively over Eren’s back, fingers tracing the smooth, heated skin, feeling the rise and fall of Eren’s breath. There was a certain power in the way Eren responded.

Levi’s gaze softened for a moment, taking in the way Eren’s muscles flexed beneath his touch, the way his skin was flushed, marked with their connection. A small smirk tugged at the corner of Levi’s lips, the satisfaction of the moment mixing with the awe he felt for his beautiful, strong boyfriend.

Levi leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Eren’s back. It was gentle, but it carried the weight of everything they’d just been through. He stayed there for a moment, breathing him in, before pulling back, his fingers still brushing lightly over Eren’s skin.

Then, Levi slowly turned Eren around, his fingers still trailing over his body as he guided him. There was a lingering tension between them, a need to feel that closeness a little longer.

Eren’s eyes met his, full of unspoken understanding. Without a word, Levi closed the distance, and pulled Eren into a kiss.

It wasn’t gentle. Their love wasn’t gentle. It was messy, raw—the same urgency, the same hunger that had driven them moments before. Their mouths collided with heat and passion.

Levi cupped Eren’s face, his thumbs brushing over flushed skin as he tilted his head up, locking their eyes. His own mind felt heavy, a little unsteady, the effects of alcohol and weed settling deep in his limbs, making everything feel slower, warmer—like he was drifting. But Eren? Eren was sharp, vibrant, grounding him even through the haze.

„You always make me lose my fucking mind,” Levi murmured, voice lower than usual, rough around the edges. His gaze flickered over Eren’s face, to his eyes—those wild, shifting greens that seemed almost divine. The colors swirled, shifting in the dim light, like waves rolling under a storm. It was hypnotic. Maybe it was the high messing with his perception, or maybe Eren really was just that damn beautiful.

For a second, Levi just stared, getting lost in him. He wasn’t usually one to ramble, but the drugs and alcohol had loosened something in him—tugged at his restraint. His fingers tightened slightly where they held Eren’s face, and he leaned in just a fraction closer.

„You’re the most beautiful thing… no one even comes close to you. Got the face of an angel… and the soul of the devil,” he muttered, his words rough, uneven. A shaky breath slipped out before he added, softer, almost slurred, „I love you. I fucking love you.”

„I love you.”

A simple truth, spoken through the haze of their high and the rawness of what they had just shared.

Eren blinked up at him, lips still parted, chest still rising and falling unevenly. Levi studied him for a beat longer, then exhaled, smoothing his hands down Eren’s sides before resting them on his waist.

„You good?” Levi asked, his voice losing some of ist slur but still thick with lingering heat. He wasn’t oblivious to how intense things had been, how hard he’d pushed. He needed to hear it—needed Eren to say it.

Eren gave a breathless little laugh, tilting his head into Levi’s touch. „Yeah. More than good.” His voice was hoarse, but there was no hesitation in his answer.

Levi hummed, pleased, but the haze in his mind was already making him sluggish. The sweat, the mess between them—it was starting to feel sticky, uncomfortable. He glanced down at Eren, smirking faintly as he ran a hand through his own damp hair.

„We should clean up,” Levi muttered, already taking a half-step back—but not before sliding a hand between Eren’s legs, fingers pressing against oversensitive skin.

Eren sucked in a sharp breath, body twitching from the sudden touch. His knees nearly buckled.

Levi chuckled, dragging his fingers lazily over him before pulling away entirely, smug satisfaction all over his face.

„Yeah,” Levi repeated, smirk widening, „definitely need to clean up.”

_

By the time they stepped out of the bathroom, they had cleaned up what was necessary—at least enough to not look completely debauched. Eren’s hair was still a mess, damp strands curling at the ends, and Levi’s shirt was slightly askew, but neither of them cared enough to fix it further. The lingering heat between them was enough to keep them both comfortably lazy.

The living room had shifted since they’d left. The karaoke session had ended, replaced by low, pulsing music, the kind that settled into the background of drunken conversations. Isabel was sprawled out in Farlan’s lap on the floor in front of the couch, laughing at something incoherent, her cheeks flushed with alcohol.

Then, Marco let out a loud, teasing whistle. „Damn,” he grinned, leaning back against the couch, his own face tinged with warmth from drinking. „Talk about a show—you two are fucking loud. Pun absolutely intended.”

Eren rolled his eyes, but Jean groaned dramatically, dragging a hand down his face like he was physically pained. „Fuck, what is it always with you two?”

„What?” Eren shot back, crossing his arms. „You told me to go with him.”

Jean’s glare was exasperated. „I thought you’d just blow him or something,” he groaned helplessly. „Not fuck in my goddamn bathroom.”

Eren scoffed, unfazed. „I lived here,” he argued, raising an eyebrow. „It’s basically my bathroom too.”

„Not anymore!” Jean shot back, waving a hand in frustration.

„Oh, shut the fuck up, both of you,” Levi muttered, running a hand through his hair, exhaustion finally settling into his bones. The high was wearing off, leaving him comfortably hazy but ready to crash.

He didn’t give a damn about their argument—all he wanted was to drag Eren to the nearest couch, pull him down, and hold him close.

Not that he was about to admit that out loud.

Instead, he exhaled sharply and shoved his hands into his pockets, glancing around the room. „I’m fucking tired now.”

Eren cast him a look, catching the subtle edge in Levi’s voice, the unspoken need for something softer beneath his usual sharpness. With a small smirk, he turned back to Jean with a shrug. „Well, guess that’s our cue. You enjoy your bathroom, man.”

Jean muttered something under his breath, but Eren was already grabbing Levi’s wrist, tugging him toward the couch.

X

The next morning hit Eren like a freight train. His body ached—not in a terrible way, but in that heavy, used, slightly sore kind of way that came after a night of drinking, smoking, and… other activities. His head felt foggy, limbs sluggish as he blinked blearily at his surroundings.

The sunlight filtering through the windows was too damn bright, making him groan as he lifted a hand to shield his face. His mouth was dry as hell, tasting vaguely of alcohol, smoke, and regret for not drinking more water before passing out.

He barely remembered how the night had ended. One second, he was dragging Levi to the couch, and after that… nothing. He must’ve crashed hard.

Beside him, Levi groaned, shifting against the cushions as he forced himself into a sitting position. His hair was an absolute mess, strands sticking up in different directions, eyes still heavy with sleep. He muttered under his breath, voice rough from exhaustion.

„I’m getting too old for this shit.“

From somewhere across the room, Farlan let out a low, agreeing groan, rubbing his neck like he’d just been hit by a truck. „Fuck, you’re right. Everything hurts.”

The scent of coffee drifted in from the kitchen, warm and inviting, instantly making Eren’s stomach grumble in protest. He turned his head toward the source, spotting Armin already awake, pouring himself a mug. The sight alone made Eren want to crawl over and steal the whole damn pot.

A door creaked open, and Jean emerged from the bedroom looking absolutely wrecked. His light brown hair stuck up in every direction like he’d been electrocuted in his sleep. He yawned into his hand, blinking sluggishly as he stepped into the living room.

Eren snorted. Not the first time he’d seen Jean like this.

Marco followed close behind, wearing nothing but a pair of loose shorts, his bare torso stretching as he rubbed the sleep from his face. The tattoos curling along his arms and chest caught Eren’s tired gaze for a moment. Not bad. Jean was a lucky guy.

He huffed, shaking his head and turning away, gaze shifting to his own boyfriend.

Levi was hotter.

Eren had the sudden, lazy urge to crawl into Levi’s lap, tangle his fingers in his hair, and press a slow, half-conscious good-morning kiss against his lips. But before he could make a move, Levi pulled a face of absolute disgust.

„My mouth tastes like something died in there,” Levi muttered, grimacing.

Eren sighed dramatically. And there went his morning kiss.

Levi shoved himself up from the couch, walking straight toward the bathroom without another word.

As he reached the door, Isabel appeared from the other side, looking just as exhausted but noticeably fresher. She must’ve already washed up. She met Levi’s tired scowl with an amused smirk, stepping aside to let him pass.

Eren groaned, rubbing his hands over his face. The weight of last night settled into his bones, a mix of lingering pleasure and the creeping exhaustion that came after a night of indulgence.

Yeah. He needed coffee. And maybe another hour of sleep.

X

Chapter Text

No Regrets 2
Chapter 18 – Hit the Road

At some point, after downing a not-so-strong cup of coffee that barely put a dent in his exhaustion, Eren finally dragged himself off the couch. The hangover was manageable, but the soreness from last night was another story entirely.

Eventually, they all started heading home, everyone moving sluggishly, still shaking off the remnants of the night before.

Of course, Jean couldn’t let it go.

„Oh, awake already, huh?” he said with a chuckle, shaking his head as they walked toward the door. „And after your moaning session last night? Next time, try to keep it down, alright? I don’t want to have nightmares again.”

His tone was teasing but friendly, a grin on his face that showed no real annoyance.

Eren smirked, unbothered. „Not my fault you have shitty soundproofing.”

Jean opened his mouth to argue, but Levi—looking tired and entirely done with this conversation—cut him off with a deadpan, unimpressed tone.

Levi scoffed, crossing his arms. „Oh, shut the fuck up. Like you have any room to talk when I heard you moaning last night. Something about—” he tilted his head, voice flat and unimpressed— „Fuck, Marco, suck me harder.’

The entire room fell silent.

Jean’s face turned beet red, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Eren burst out laughing, nearly doubling over, while Marco—completely unashamed—just smirked, looking downright smug.

Levi rolled his eyes. „Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

Jean groaned, shoving a hand through his already disastrous hair, clearly regretting every life decision that had led to this moment. „I fucking hate all of you,” he muttered, shoving past Eren toward the door.

Marco chuckled, casually slipping an arm around Jean’s waist, pressing a quick kiss to his flushed cheek. „You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”

Jean shot him a glare. „Shut up.”

Meanwhile, Isabel sighed dramatically, flopping against Farlan’s side. „Why are we the only ones who didn’t get laid last night?” she complained, shooting a pointed look at him.

Farlan, entirely unbothered, just smiled and leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her lips. „Because I like to take my time,” he murmured, his voice low and tender. „And I like treating you right. You are my princess.”

Isabel blinked, looking momentarily caught off guard before a slow, pleased smirk curled her lips. „Huh. Fair point.”

Eren shook his head, amused, while Levi let out an exhausted sigh.

„Can we leave now?” Levi muttered. „I need a fucking shower, and I need my fucking bed.”

Eren smirked, slinging an arm around Levi’s shoulders as they finally stepped out. „Don’t worry, old man. I’ll make sure you get tucked in nice and cozy.”

Levi groaned. „Damn brat.”

Eren just laughed, tugging him closer as they made their way home.

X

The rest of Sunday was spent recovering for both Eren and Levi, allowing the tension from the previous night to dissolve into the comfortable laziness of a quiet day. The peace between them was easy, unspoken—both content to simply exist in the same space after the storm they’d weathered together.

The following week started like any other. Levi went to No Regrets, his tattoo appointments already lined up for the day. Eren, on the other hand, found himself back at Mike’s Bikes, starting work on repairing Kenny’s old chopper, alongside handling his other shifts. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was familiar—and Eren could find some kind of comfort in that.

On Wednesday, it had been a week since he’d received that absurd letter from Zeke, and Eren had spent every day since warring with himself over whether or not to reach out. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of frustration, he decided to unblock his stupid brother. The only reason he did it was because he had a bone to pick with him, and this time, there was no way in hell he was letting Zeke get away with being such an idiot.

But work didn’t make it any easier. Eren had already had a shitty day—just one thing after another. It started with an obnoxious customer, a guy who somehow managed to find fault with every little detail of the work Eren had done on his bike. Complaints about the job, the cost, the quality—nothing was good enough for him. The problem was, it wasn’t even Eren’s fault. The bike had been a mess to begin with, and he’d done everything he could to make it work. But of course, this guy wasn’t hearing it. The customer’s condescending attitude had Eren practically seeing red, his frustration growing with every word that came out of the guy’s mouth.

By the time the guy had finished, Eren was about ready to explode. His nerves were fraying, his hands were shaking from the anger that had built up, and he just wanted to yell at someone. Anyone. He was restless, the weight of the day pressing down on him, making everything seem ten times worse than it was.

Mike, thankfully, saw the signs. He pulled Eren aside, telling him to take a break before he ended up tearing the customer apart with his bare hands. Eren’s jaw had clenched in frustration as he nodded, walking away from the counter, trying to calm his racing mind. But nothing was helping.

And then, in that moment, he remembered Zeke.

Yelling at Zeke felt like the perfect way to release all the pent-up anger that had been building inside him. He grabbed his phone, fingers trembling slightly as he unlocked it, ready to send his brother a piece of his mind. The thought of tearing into him, of finally telling Zeke exactly what he thought about him—about everything—was the one thing that almost brought a sense of relief. So, with one final exhale, Eren dialed the number, barely holding back his frustration.

Eren barely heard the first ring before Zeke picked up, his voice laced with something dangerously close to excitement.

„Eren?” Zeke sounded surprised but undeniably pleased, like he had been waiting for this call for far too long. „Wow—didn’t think I’d hear from you again. Finally decided to stop being so dramatic and talk to your big brother?”

That tone. That casual, teasing, older brother knows best tone. It only made Eren’s anger surge hotter, burning away any hesitation he might have had.

„Don’t fucking act like this is a friendly catch-up, Zeke,” he snapped, skipping straight to the point. „What the hell is wrong with you? You hired a fucking private investigator to stalk me?”

A beat of silence. Then Zeke sighed, the kind of exasperated sound he always made when Eren lashed out. „Look, I didn’t have any other choice. You blocked me, moved without telling me where, cut off all contact—I didn’t even know if you were okay.”

„That wasn’t your problem to solve,” Eren shot back. His grip on the phone tightened, his knuckles going white. „I left for a reason, Zeke. And what do you do? Spy on me like some controlling asshole? You had no right.”

Zeke groaned. „Eren, come on. I wasn’t trying to invade your privacy. I was just—”

„Just what?” Eren interrupted. „Making sure I wasn’t ruining my life? Reporting back to him? ‘Cause that’s all you’ve ever done, right? Played fucking messenger between me and Grisha?”

Zeke went quiet for a moment, and for once, he sounded genuinely frustrated. „This wasn’t about Dad, okay? This was about you. I didn’t know a damn thing about your life anymore, and I—I needed to.”

That caught Eren off guard. There was something in Zeke’s voice, something real beneath his usual smugness. A part of Eren hated that it almost got to him.

Still, his anger didn’t completely fade.

„You need to see me,” Zeke said after a pause. „We need to talk in person.”

Eren let out a humorless laugh. „Oh, sure. Why don’t you just write me another letter instead?” His voice dripped with sarcasm, mocking. „That worked so fucking well last time.”

Zeke exhaled, clearly unimpressed. „Eren.”

„No,” Eren said flatly. „I don’t have time anyway. Levi and I are going on a road trip.”

That got a reaction.

„Levi?” Zeke echoed, his tone shifting. „Your boyfriend. The guy who looks like he walked straight out of a prison cell? The tattoo artist?”

Eren rolled his eyes. „Wow, great. What, did your detective send you a sketch of him too? Photos?”

Zeke huffed. „You were the one who sent me a picture of him, remember? Just to prove your little act of rebellion.”

Eren scoffed, gripping the phone tighter. „Yeah, and clearly it worked since you’re still so fucking fixated on it.”

Zeke didn’t respond immediately, and that silence told Eren everything.

Then, Zeke exhaled and said, „Look, there’s a reason I wanted to reach out—besides just brotherly love.” His voice had shifted, no longer teasing or smug. It was serious. „It’s not something I can explain over the phone. We need to meet up.”

Eren let out a dry laugh. „Oh, right. And I’m just supposed to believe that? Come on, Zeke, don’t insult me.”

This was so like him—always playing the long game, always pulling strings in ways Eren couldn’t see until he was already tangled up in them. This was just his way of forcing their lives back together, of dragging Eren into something he wanted no part of.

He took a slow breath, forcing himself to calm down. Zeke had always been weird, difficult in ways Eren still didn’t fully understand. But in the past, at least, he had tried to be a good brother. There had been moments, however brief, where Eren had actually felt like he had a sibling instead of another extension of Grisha.

Maybe he should meet him?

„I don’t want anything to do with Grisha,” Eren clarified firmly. „I won’t talk to him. I won’t apologize to him—or to you. And I sure as fuck am not interested in a family reunion.”

Zeke was quiet for a second before he sighed. „That won’t be happening anyway.”

There was something in his tone that threw Eren off. The usual arrogance was gone. Instead, Zeke just sounded… tired. Almost resigned, like he’d lost something.

Eren frowned. „Shit.”

And damn it, there it was—that unwanted, nagging feeling of guilt creeping in. He hated that Zeke could still do this to him, still make him feel like a teenager being forced to regret his own choices. Fuck that.

He shook it off and grumbled, „Like I said, I’m going on a tour with my criminal boyfriend.” His voice dripped with sarcasm, sharp and defensive. „You can talk my ear off when we’re back.”

Zeke let out a humorless chuckle. „And when will that be?”

„I’ll let you know.”

„Eren, don’t be like that.”

But Eren was already pulling the phone away from his ear.

„Bye, Zeke.”

And he hung up.

Eren stormed back into the workshop, still fuming, his body tense with frustration. His boot connected with the nearest workbench in his path, sending a loud bang echoing through the space. A wrench clattered to the floor, rolling under one of the lifts.

„Jesus, Eren,” Mike said, eyebrows raised as he looked up from his work. „I sent you on a break to calm down, not to come back and start wrecking the place.”

Eren ran a hand through his hair, his breath coming out sharp. „Yeah, well, that didn’t fucking work.”

Mike leaned against the counter, arms crossed. „Still pissed about that customer?”

Eren let out a humorless laugh. „Oh, I wish it was just that.” He exhaled harshly, shaking his head. „No, it’s—fuck, it’s Zeke.”

Mike blinked. „Your brother?”

„No, the other asshole I’ve been avoiding for over a year,” Eren said dryly, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

Mike gave him a knowing look. „Shit. Maybe he has a good reson?”

Eren shot him a glare.

Mike held up his hands in surrender. „Hey, just saying.“

Eren exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulders. „I don’t care. He’s not dragging me into whatever bullshit he and Grisha have going on.”

Mike clapped a heavy hand on his shoulder. „Well, in that case, go take it out on Kenny’s old chopper instead of my damn workbenches.”

Eren huffed, shaking his head. „Yeah. Fine.” He turned toward the back, muttering under his breath, „Still gonna beat Zeke’s ass one day.”

X

By the time evening rolled around, Eren had mostly calmed down. The sharp edge of his anger had dulled, but frustration still simmered beneath the surface, lingering like an itch he couldn’t quite scratch.

Riding home on his Harley helped. The deep rumble of the engine, the rush of wind against his skin—it was the kind of release that settled deep in his bones, grounding him in a way nothing else could. The road stretched out ahead, empty enough at this hour to let him push the throttle a little harder, feel the raw power of the bike beneath him. It wasn’t just about speed—it was about control, about the clarity that came when he was focused on nothing but the ride.

By the time he pulled up to their apartment, the worst of his frustration had bled away, but that underlying anger still pulsed, buried just beneath his skin.

_

After a quick shower and changing into just a pair of loose shorts, Eren went straight for the punching bag in the corner of the living room, determined to work out the last of his frustration. His muscles burned with exertion, but in a way that felt good—satisfying, even. The heavy thuds of his fists striking the bag mixed with the pounding rhythm of metal blasting through the apartment, the sound rattling through his bones, fueling his movements.

By the time Levi arrived half an hour later, Eren was still going at it, breathless and glistening with sweat. Strands of his long hair had come loose from the elastic at the back of his neck, clinging to his damp skin. His tanned, inked arms flexed with each punch, muscles tense with exertion, his toned abs rising and falling with every breath. His cheeks were flushed with heat, his body caught somewhere between exhaustion and adrenaline.

Levi raised an eyebrow as he shut the door behind him, casually dropping his keys into the bowl near the entrance. His sharp eyes flickered over Eren, taking in the sight before him. Whatever had pissed him off—well, Levi could get used to coming home to this.

„There a reason you’re beating the shit out of that thing?“ Levi asked, voice flat but amused.

Eren glanced over his shoulder, throwing another punch before answering. „Fucking customer pissed me off,“ he grumbled between strikes.

„Then I thought—hell, might as well call Zeke, tell him what a damn idiot he is.“ He landed another solid hit, then stopped, dragging a forearm across his forehead to wipe away the sweat. „But that asshole pissed me off even more, so… figured I’d blow off some steam.“

„Ah, I see,“ Levi murmured, his gaze raking over Eren again, taking in the way his muscles tensed and flexed, the way his chest heaved slightly from exertion. His lips parted slightly, a thought flickering through his mind. Fucking hell. Maybe not the best situation to make a move on him—but damn, it was tempting.

Eren caught Levi’s look, and a smug grin tugged at his lips. „Found something you like?“ he teased, tilting his head slightly, eyes gleaming with mischief.

Levi snorted, stepping closer. He placed a firm hand against Eren’s stomach, his fingers brushing against the hot skin of his abs.

„I was about to suggest you blow off more of that steam by sitting on my lap and riding all that anger out,“ he said, voice dropping lower, rougher. „But maybe not the best idea when your damn brother is still on your mind.“

Eren huffed a quiet laugh, stepping in closer, his body still humming from the workout—but Levi’s blunt boldness had his adrenaline spiking in a whole different way now. His grin widened as he leaned down, their faces just inches apart.

„Fuck Zeke,“ Eren murmured, voice low and teasing. „I can think of something else…“

And then he closed the distance, catching Levi’s lips in a heated kiss—hot, slow, and deep. The kind that burned away the rest of his frustration and replaced it with something much better. Levi exhaled against him, fingers curling slightly against Eren’s stomach before sliding up, gripping his side.

Eren smirked against Levi’s mouth before pushing him back a step, backing him toward the couch with clear intent. Yeah, this was a much better way to deal with his anger.

_

Ten minutes later, Levi was sprawled naked on their bed, wrists pinned above his head by Eren’s firm grip. His sharp eyes were blown dark with lust, locked onto the man above him.

Eren, just as bare, was perched on Levi’s lap, his thighs flexing as he bounced his ass down onto Levi’s thick cock, taking him in deep, over and over. The bed creaked beneath them, the slick, wet sounds of their bodies meeting mixing with the breathless moans that spilled from Eren’s lips. The frustration that had been burning through him earlier had transformed into something hotter, something all-consuming.

Levi’s jaw clenched, his fingers twitching against the sheets as Eren fucked himself on him with a reckless, almost punishing pace. „Fuck,” Levi gritted out, voice rough. „You—ah—done being pissed yet?”

Eren let out a low, breathy laugh, head tilting back as he slammed himself down again, grinding his hips in slow circles before picking up speed. „Not yet,” he murmured, voice teasing but hoarse from exertion. His grip on Levi’s wrists tightened, his nails digging in just enough to leave faint crescent marks. „I think I need a little more.”

Levi exhaled sharply through his nose, his thighs tensing as he thrust up to meet Eren’s movements. The sudden force made Eren gasp, his rhythm stuttering for a moment before he caught himself, rolling his hips with new urgency.

„Then hurry the fuck up,“ Levi muttered, his voice strained yet teasing. „Unless you plan on keeping me like this all night.“

Eren smirked, his sweat-dampened hair clinging to his flushed skin as he leaned down, his lips brushing against Levi’s jaw. „Maybe I will,“ he whispered, before slamming his hips down hard, swallowing both of their moans as he rode Levi with even more intensity.

Levi groaned, his restraint barely holding. Fuck, Eren was going to kill him at this rate—but what a way to go.

Eren sat up straighter, his palms pressing firmly against Levi’s chest. Levi, now with his hands free, gripped Eren’s hip, allowing him to take control of the moment.

His voice, low and filled with desire, growled, „Just fuck me, baby. You look so hot.“ He let Eren set the pace, letting him use him as he wanted.

The sight was worth it.

Eren’s face was flushed with desire, a soft sheen of sweat glistening across his forehead. His lips parted slightly, brows knitted in pure lust, and his chest rose and fell rapidly. His eyes locked with Levi’s, both of them caught in the intensity of the gaze. As their gazes melted into each other, a raw moan slipped past Eren’s lips, a sound of pleasure.

Eren threw his head back in pure ecstasy as he came, his release spilling over Levi’s stomach and chest, hot and slick. The sensation sent a wave of pleasure through his body, and he tightened around Levi, the intensity of the moment overwhelming him. He kept riding him, desperate and frantic, unable to stop despite the pleasure coursing through him.

Levi’s grip on Eren’s hip tightened, his fingers digging into the skin as he thrust up into him with increasing urgency. His breath hitched, and his body trembled as the pressure built. Finally, with a low groan, Levi reached his climax, his entire body shuddering beneath Eren as he lost himself in the sensation, giving in completely to the moment.

_

Afterwards, they lay tangled together in the sheets, their bodies still humming from the intense release, the afterglow lingering between them. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the quiet of the room broken only by their labored breaths slowing down, each of them coming to grips with the overwhelming rush of sensations.

Levi ran a hand through his black hair, a soft groan escaping his lips as he glanced over at Eren, who was sprawled beside him, his chest rising and falling slowly. Eren looked entirely pleased, a lazy, contented grin playing on his lips, his body still flush with the heat of the moment.

Levi chuckled breathlessly, his voice still rough from the exertion. „I should make you angry more often,“ he muttered, his gaze lingering on Eren, appreciating the flushed skin and the satisfied expression.

„That was... damn.” He shook his head, still trying to wrap his mind around the intensity of what had just transpired. „Like hate-fucking, but even better—’cause you don’t hate me. Just the other shithead.”

Eren turned his head to look at him, his smirk widening as he met Levi’s eyes. There was something mischievous in his expression, something that told Levi the night was far from over.

„Maybe you should piss me off sometimes,“ Eren teased, running his fingers lazily over Levi’s chest, tracing the lines of his muscles, feeling the heat radiating off him. His touch was light, almost playful, but there was an underlying intensity in the way he focused on every detail of Levi’s skin.

„Yeah?“ Levi raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a half-smirk. „And how exactly do you think that’ll work out for me?“ His voice was low, flirtatious, but there was a challenge in his tone.

Eren’s fingers danced lower across Levi’s chest, over his stomach, his thumb brushing lightly over his nipple, teasing it as his gaze held Levi’s, darkened and full of mischief. „You like a challenge, don’t you?“ Eren’s voice was smooth, carrying a hint of teasing.

He leaned in slightly, his lips brushing against Levi’s jaw as he spoke. „I’m sure I could find ways to make you forget about the rest of the world,“ he whispered, the heat of his breath making Levi’s skin prickle with awareness.

Levi’s hand shot out, grabbing Eren by the back of the neck, pulling him closer until their lips met in a slow, heated kiss. Eren responded immediately, parting his lips and deepening the kiss, his body pressing closer to Levi’s, their connection sparking once more. They kissed like it was an unspoken promise—slow, but filled with an undercurrent of something darker, something more.

When they finally pulled away, both of them were breathing heavily, their lips still tingling from the contact. Levi’s eyes were darker now, full of a hunger that wasn’t quite satisfied. „You’re insufferable,“ he muttered, though there was a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Eren laughed softly, his fingers still tracing patterns across Levi’s chest, enjoying the way Levi’s breath hitched with every touch. „You love it,” he said, his voice hushed but confident.

Levi glanced at him, his gaze flickering to Eren’s lips before meeting his eyes again. There was a flicker of amusement, but something deeper lingered there. His voice softened as he responded, „Maybe I do… more than I’ve let on.”

Eren’s grin widened at the hint of vulnerability in Levi’s voice. „I knew it,” he teased.

Levi snorted, shaking his head, a fond smile playing on his lips. He pulled Eren closer again, their lips meeting in a kiss that was far from playful—full of desire, yes, but also something far more intense. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a silent admission of everything they both felt but never fully said.

Levi brushed a strand of hair from Eren’s forehead, then pressed a quick kiss there before muttering, „Forget about the shit that pulls you down. We’re living our life—none of that fuck matters.”

Eren sighed, letting his fingers lazily trail over Levi’s ribs. „Yeah, I know,” he said, his voice softer now. „Just gets to me sometimes.”

Levi hummed, running a hand down Eren’s back. „Well, stop letting it,” he said simply. Then, after a beat, he added, „We’ll plan our tour, and when we get back, we can seriously start looking for a house.”

Eren perked up a little, lifting his head to look at him. „Yeah?”

Levi gave him a look. „No, I just said it for fun.”

Eren rolled his eyes but grinned. „Smartass.”

Levi smirked.

Eren just huffed a laugh before kissing him again, slow and easy, already picturing the life ahead of them.

X

Throughout the week, their upcoming road trip kept coming up in conversation.

One evening, as they lounged on the couch, Eren stretched his legs out over Levi’s lap, lazily scrolling through his phone before glancing over. „So… what are we packing?” he asked, already dreading the thought of cramming everything into saddlebags.

Levi didn’t even look up from his book as he started listing things off. „A couple of shirts, one long-sleeve for colder nights, two pairs of jeans, underwear and socks—five pairs. Camping gear.”

Eren made a face. „That much?”

„It’s not much.”

Eren scoffed. „We’re only going for, like, five or six days.” He raised an eyebrow. „Do I really need a fresh pair every day?”

Levi finally looked up, giving him a deadpan stare. „Disgusting,” he muttered. Then, his eyes narrowed slightly, his voice dry as he added, „You think I’m gonna eat your ass if you don’t change into a fresh pair of underwear every day?”

Eren blinked, heat creeping up his neck. „I—I don’t expect you to eat my ass,” he sputtered. „It was just a question.”

Levi huffed, shaking his head. „There won’t be blowjobs either if you don’t stick to basic hygiene.” He went back to his book like that was the final word on the matter.

„Okay, okay,” Eren muttered quickly, relenting. He grumbled something under his breath but let it go. Then, after a pause, he frowned. „Wait—why the camping gear? Aren’t we just sleeping in motels?”

Levi flipped a page before replying. „Yeah, mostly. But the weather’s gonna be good, so why not spend a night out in the open?” His voice was casual, but then he hesitated, glancing away for a second before adding, „And… there are other options besides shitty motels.”

Eren tilted his head. „Like?”

Levi clicked his tongue, looking vaguely annoyed—at himself, mostly. „Tch. Isabel gave me shit a couple of weeks ago for not planning to take you to any nice places.” He scratched at the back of his neck, looking almost reluctant to admit it. „So maybe… I booked a night or two at a decent hotel. Or… Whatever.”

Eren blinked in surprise before a slow grin spread across his face. „Levi,” he said, sitting up. „Did you plan a romantic getaway and try to act like you didn’t?”

Levi shot him a glare. „Shut the fuck up.”

Eren just laughed, leaning over to kiss him. „You’re cute,” he murmured against Levi’s lips.

Levi grumbled something about regretting everything, but he didn’t push Eren away. Instead, he let him kiss him again, his fingers lazily tracing over Eren’s ribs—because, yeah. Maybe it was a little romantic.

Not that he’d admit it.

X

Monday morning came with the promise of adventure. Instead of dragging themselves to work, Eren and Levi were kicking off their long-awaited road trip. The air buzzed with anticipation as they finalized their preparations, double-checking their gear and securing their luggage to their bikes.

Eren, with his Harley-Davidson Sportster, had the luxury of more storage space. His saddlebags carried most of their bulkier items—clothes, camping gear, and a few extras he might not even need but brought just in case. A tank bag sat securely in front, holding smaller essentials within easy reach. He even had a small backpack strapped to his back, though he knew it wouldn’t be the most comfortable choice for long rides.

Levi, on the other hand, rode light. His Yamaha wasn’t exactly built for touring, so he kept his packing minimal. A small tail bag, strapped tightly with bungee cords, held his absolute essentials. A compact tank bag carried things he needed quick access to, and an ergonomic motorcycle backpack was slung over his shoulders—efficient, streamlined, and far less bulky than whatever mess Eren had crammed into his saddlebags.

It was a contrast that fit them both perfectly.

Eren swung a leg over his bike, settling into the familiar seat. The deep rumble of the engine beneath him sent a thrill through his veins. He turned to see Levi already mounted on his Yamaha, adjusting the cuffs of his gloves, running through one last mental checklist.

Before hitting the road, they secured their helmets, each one a reflection of their riding style and personality.

Levi, ever precise, had chosen a high-performance full-face helmet with a sleek, glossy black carbon fiber finish. Ist aerodynamic design perfectly matched the sharp, aggressive look of his Yamaha. But it wasn’t just about appearances—this helmet was built for function.

Integrated ventilation kept him cool, noise reduction ensured a quieter ride, and the Bluetooth communication system meant he and Eren could talk without shouting over their engines. Inside, the snug fit and moisture-wicking padding made it ideal for long rides, a perfect balance of comfort and top-tier safety.

Eren, on the other hand, had opted for something a little flashier. His full-face helmet stood out with ist striking Titan Gold finish on black ground, bold against the dark tones of his Harley. Inspired by off-road racing designs, it had a rugged, adventurous appeal—just like him. It featured advanced ventilation and an adjustable fit, ensuring comfort on long stretches of road. The MIPS system added extra impact absorption, and like Levi’s, it had a Bluetooth system to keep them connected.

Once his helmet was secured, Eren tapped the side, activating the Bluetooth link. A small beep confirmed the connection. „Testing, testing—Levi, can you hear me, babe?”

A sigh crackled through the speakers. „Unfortunately.”

Eren grinned beneath his helmet, his voice full of mischief. „Good. That way, you can hear me when I’m moaning your name down the road.”

Levi’s voice came back, dry as ever. „You’ve got a filthy mind, Eren.”

Eren chuckled, revving the engine of his Harley. „Oh, come on. You don’t think you’ll be turning me on in that gear? I can already hear you in my head. You want me to moan for you on the road, or are we waiting until we stop?”

Levi snorted, but Eren could hear the small smile in his voice. „You’re unbelievable.”

Eren’s grin spread even more. „Guess that’s why you stick around.”

Levi’s voice softened, almost teasing. „Keep it up, and I might just drag you off this bike when we find a place to stop.”

Eren laughed low, feeling that familiar spark. „I’ll let you do that… but you’ll have to wait until then.”

Levi’s voice took on a subtle edge. „You’re dangerous… and stupid, you know that?”

Eren’s tone became playful, almost challenging. „You’ve known that for years. Think it’s part of the charm.”

Levi revved his engine, the playful challenge in his voice clear. „You talk too much. Let’s see if you can actually keep up.”

Eren let out a laugh, excitement flooding him as he felt the rush of the open road. „I’ll be right behind you, don’t worry. Just don’t get too far ahead, or you might miss all the fun.”

Levi snorted, flexing his fingers inside his gloves. „Sure, dumbass. Let’s see.”

Eren chuckled, his eyes drifting over to his boyfriend. Levi looked damn good in his biker gear, as always—sharp, polished, and perfectly put together. Eren admired how every piece of Levi’s outfit was chosen with precision, like it was all about function, not style.

His jacket was premium black leather with a matte finish, tough yet flexible, designed for both durability and movement. The sharp, angular stitching across the shoulders and chest gave it a structured, almost militaristic look. Zippered cuffs kept the fit snug, sealing out the wind at high speeds.

On the back, a subtle embossed emblem: folded wings, catching the light with silver accents. It must have been custom-made, as it bore the Wings of Freedom, the same symbol Levi had chosen for his tattoo shop, No Regrets. A quiet tribute to how far he had come in life. Nothing flashy, but a meaningful symbol—if you know Levi.

For ventilation, the jacket had discreet panels along the sides and underarms, reinforced with high-tech mesh. They resembled armor plates but were built to keep airflow steady, ensuring comfort even on long rides.

His pants were black leather, tactical, fitted with reinforced knee panels for protection. The design allowed full mobility, crucial for handling the tight turns and aggressive riding stance of his Yamaha.

Levi’s boots were high-top and reinforced, built for more than just looks. Inspired by combat boots, they had tough leather straps and metal accents, offering solid ankle support and grip for high-speed maneuvers. He could move fast, ride hard, and still feel completely in control.

The final touch? His gloves—sleek, form-fitting, crafted from a blend of leather and carbon fiber. Reinforced knuckles. Articulated joints for easy gear handling. Small metal plates embedded for extra protection. Levi flexed his fingers, adjusting the fit before gripping the handlebars. Perfect.

Eren, in contrast, had a more laid-back, rugged approach to his gear.

His jacket was dark brown leather, slightly distressed, with a slim fit and a longer cut than Levi’s. It had an easy, worn-in feel—like something built for the road, made to last. The bronze zippers and buttons matched the warm accents of his Harley, adding a vintage touch that tied everything together.

His gloves were black leather, with reinforced knuckles, stitched with brown thread to complement the jacket. He hadn’t planned on wearing them at first—until Levi threw them at him with a pointed glare. It was late spring, almost summer, so the weather was warm and sunny but not hot, and Eren liked the extra freedom, feeling the grip of the handlebars with more control in his hands.

„I’m not letting you ride without gloves like some dumbass rookie.“

Eren had rolled his eyes but pulled them on anyway. Now, flexing his fingers inside the snug leather, he had to admit—they felt pretty damn good.

His pants were slim-fit black riding jeans, practical but with just enough of an edge. Reinforced knees for protection. Subtle cargo pockets for a slightly tactical touch. Comfortable for long rides but still durable enough to handle whatever the trip threw at them.

For boots, he had chosen black, mid-calf combat-style riding boots. Sturdy. Well-worn. With brown leather straps and a slightly weathered look, they fit right in with the rest of his gear—tough, reliable, ready for anything.

Slipping on his dark forest-green backpack, Eren turned to Levi, who was already geared up and waiting. The older man gave him a quick once-over, eyes scanning for any mistakes.

„Happy now?” Eren teased, adjusting his gloves.

Levi huffed, stepping closer to fix the collar of Eren’s jacket like it was personally offending him. „You’ll pass,” he muttered, finally satisfied before strapping on his helmet.

Eren smirked but didn’t argue, securing his own helmet in place. The open road stretched before them, waiting.

This was it.

„Ready?” Eren called, unable to keep the excitement from his voice.

Levi smirked slightly, tightening his grip on the handlebars. „Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Eren grinned. „Then let’s get this show on the road.”

Levi rolled his eyes but didn’t argue, his own engine roaring to life as he followed Eren out of the driveway. The world stretched ahead, wide open and full of possibilities.

Their adventure had officially begun.

X

The roar of the engines echoed in the air, a steady hum that seemed to sync with the beating of their hearts. Slowly, the city of Trost began to fade behind them—ist towering buildings, the rush of people, the constant hum of life—vanishing into the rearview mirrors. The noise, the chaos, the responsibilities—work, the ever-growing list of things to do, the deadlines, the pressure—everything was left behind, dissolving like mist in the distance.

Eren felt the weight of it all lift off his shoulders as the world opened up around him. The streets narrowed, the signs of civilization dwindling, and the only thing that mattered now was the road ahead. He could hear the rush of the wind in his ears, the faintest echo of Levi’s Yamaha behind him, and for the first time in a long while, it felt like they had nothing to worry about. No emails to answer, no chores to tackle, no pressures to meet. Just this—just the ride.

The air grew fresher, cooler as they left the suburbs of Trost behind. The city’s congestion and noise gave way to rolling hills, endless stretches of green, and a sky so blue it looked almost too perfect to be real. The sun beat down, warm but not oppressive, as it shone brightly overhead, casting long shadows on the road.

Eren glanced over at Levi, who rode with the same focused intensity as always, but there was something different now—a relaxed ease in his posture, the sharpness in his eyes replaced by a calm sense of freedom. Even Levi, so accustomed to control, seemed to be shedding the weight of everyday life, letting the road carry him somewhere else.

Their daily lives—those routines that kept them grounded—seemed so far away now. Eren’s mind drifted back to the responsibilities they’d left behind: the piles of bike repairs he’d been putting off, the sketchbooks and tattoo designs Levi had ignored, the little annoyances of life in Trost. They felt insignificant now, like old wounds that had healed before they even realized it.

They’d both worked so hard for so long, their lives revolving around the mundane grind. It wasn’t that they didn’t appreciate the moments with friends, or their dreams for the future—those things mattered. But for now, none of it seemed important.

There was no pressure to have answers, no need to rush. The open road had a way of making time stretch out, making each second feel like ist own world. As the landscape rolled by in a blur of greens, browns, and blues, Eren let out a contented sigh, his chest filling with the cool air. It was like they were in a different world, one where the weight of responsibility didn’t exist, where it was just them, their bikes, and the road.

The chaos of the city was a distant memory now, replaced by something bigger—something endless. The world was wide open, and so were they. A soft smile tugged at the corner of Eren’s lips as he glanced at Levi again. The road ahead might be unknown, but that was part of the beauty of it.

„Hey,“ Eren called over the Bluetooth, his voice calm and easy. „How’s it feel to be out here? To finally leave all that stuff behind?“

Levi’s voice crackled in his ear, just the right amount of teasing. „Feels like freedom,” he said, the words carrying an unfamiliar lightness. „No deadlines, no rush… just the road - you and me. Can’t complain.”

Eren’s grin widened as he took in the open road stretching before them. He could feel the excitement building inside him, the thrill of freedom surging through his veins. „I’m glad we’re doing this,” he said softly, almost to himself. „Just us, no distractions. The future can wait.”

Levi’s laugh crackled through the speakers, low and warm, barely audible over the wind. „For once, you’re right.”

Eren couldn’t help but laugh too, his spirits high as he revved the engine of his Harley, feeling the wind whip through his hair. In that moment, he just wanted to embrace the joy of the ride. Without warning, a mischievous grin spread across his face, and he began to belt out the lyrics to one of his favorite songs, the one that always made him feel like he was on the edge of something great.

„Livin’ easy, lovin’ free,
Season ticket on a one way ride,
Askin’ nothin’, leave me be,
Takin’ everything in my stride…”

His voice, rough and off-key, was nowhere near as smooth as AC/DC’s legendary rasp—but it didn’t matter. He was free, and that was enough. He kept going, the lyrics spilling from his lips as he sang louder, adrenaline mixing with the pure joy of the ride.

„Don’t need reason, don’t need rhyme,
Ain’t nothin’ that I’d rather do,
Goin’ down, party time,
My friends are gonna be there too!”

As Eren sang, Levi’s voice crackled through his helmet speaker, and the unmistakable edge of amusement was clear in his tone.

„Fucking hell, Eren, you’re not even hitting one tone right.”

Eren just laughed, his voice still full of that carefree energy. „What? You don’t think I sound like Bon Scott or Brian Johnson?” he teased, his smile widening even further as he continued with a little more volume, swerving slightly as he swayed to the rhythm of the song.

Levi’s voice, now tinged with mild annoyance but undeniably amused, came through again. „No, the fuck you don’t. Stick to riding, Eren, and leave the singing to people who can carry a note.”

Eren could practically feel the smirk on Levi’s face, even if it was hidden behind the visor of his helmet. He couldn’t help but laugh it off, still singing despite Levi’s criticisms. It was fun, and right now, that’s all that mattered.

„I’m on the highway to hell,
On the highway to hell,
Highway to hell,
I’m on the highway to hell!”

Levi’s groan was audible through the speakers. „I’m speeding up just to get away from this nightmare,” he muttered under his breath, the engine of his Yamaha roaring louder as he increased his speed.

But of course, the Bluetooth system didn’t let him escape that easily. The moment Levi sped up, the sound of his bike revving filled Eren’s earphones, but Eren’s loud, enthusiastic singing followed right behind.

„No stop signs, speed limit,
Nobody’s gonna slow me down,
Like a wheel, gonna spin it,
Nobody’s gonna mess me around…”

Eren could almost hear Levi’s exasperated sigh mixed with a small, resigned chuckle. It seemed like he couldn’t escape the bad singing, no matter how fast he went. Still, Eren could feel that Levi wasn’t truly irritated. There was something about his voice—subtle amusement, and a little fondness—that let Eren know he was just putting on a show.

„Shit, you really are determined to ruin this song, aren’t you?” Levi’s voice came through again, amused but still teasing.

Eren laughed louder now, his chest tightening with exhilaration as he pushed through the final lines, the wind tearing at his face. „Goin’ down, party time…”

At this point, Levi had clearly sped up, the gap between them widening as he tried to escape the sound of Eren’s terrible rendition. But Eren wasn’t giving up. „My friends are gonna be there too…”

Levi’s voice was distant now, though still clear. „No stop signs, no speed limit, huh? Guess that includes your voice,“ he muttered, clearly trying to get as far away as possible, but Eren wasn’t going to let him off that easily.

Eren just laughed again, glancing over at Levi’s retreating form with a smirk of his own. He might be getting farther ahead, but Eren didn’t mind. In fact, it made it even more fun to shout the rest of the lyrics at the open road, letting the wind carry his off-key notes far into the distance.

„Love you, babe!”

Levi groaned—though Eren could tell it was affectionate, and there was no denying the fondness in his voice, despite his grumbling. „Fucking hell… I love you, too.“

As they rode further from the city, the landscape began to change more drastically. The rolling hills gradually gave way to towering mountain ranges in the distance, their snow-dusted peaks standing tall and majestic even in late spring. The air grew sharper, cooler, and Eren could smell the fresh scent of pine trees beginning to mix with the earthy aroma of the road.

The world felt vast and endless now, and the chaos of Trost was nothing more than a distant memory. The roads twisted and turned beneath them, winding deeper into the wilderness, far away from the noise and pressure of their everyday lives.

Eren settled into the rhythm of the ride, the open road stretching out before them. With Levi ahead, just out of earshot but still within reach, he felt a deep sense of peace—an easy contentment in the moment. The chaos of life, the daily grind, the stress—everything was behind them. And for the first time in what felt like ages, the only thing that mattered was the road, the music in his heart, and the man riding beside him.

It wasn’t just the song or the ride—it was the freedom, the pure joy of being alive. The highway to hell? Maybe. But it felt like the best kind of hell. And Eren wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

_

At midday, they stopped at a highway diner.

The diner was the kind of place that had been standing for decades, probably unchanged since the ‘60s. Neon signs flickered in the windows, promising hot coffee and home-cooked meals, though Eren suspected „home-cooked” really meant greasy as hell and possibly life-shortening. The scent of sizzling bacon, fried onions, and burnt coffee clung to the air, mixing with the faint tang of motor oil from the truckers and bikers who made up most of the clientele.

They parked their bikes just outside, their engines grumbling as they cooled. Eren pulled off his helmet, running a hand through his wind-mussed hair. Levi, as usual, didn’t bother fixing his own mess of dark strands. He just rolled his shoulders and stepped inside like he owned the place, his boots clicking against the worn checkerboard tiles.

The second they walked in, the low hum of conversation barely changed. A few truckers cast glances their way, some giving nods of acknowledgment before going back to their plates. The smell of sizzling grease was stronger in here, blending with the harsh bitterness of over-brewed coffee.

Behind the counter, a middle-aged waitress wiped her hands on her apron, watching them with a sharp eye. She was overweight, her hair dyed a shade of blonde that was clearly not her natural color, and she had the tired expression of someone who had seen it all. She barely spared Eren a second glance before her gaze landed on Levi.

Eren followed her stare and tried not to smirk.

Levi had shed his jacket, revealing the ink running up his arms—black and grey tattoos, intricate and bold, covering his forearms and disappearing under the short sleeves of his black shirt. His usual Gothic-punk aesthetic stood out starkly against the truckers in their flannel shirts and baseball caps. The waitress squinted at him, lips pursing in what was either suspicion or mild disapproval.

Then she turned to Eren and, just like that, her expression changed. Her lined face softened into a smile, her eyes lingering a little too long.

„Well, ain’t you a pretty one,” she said, her voice husky from years of smoking.

Eren blinked. Levi snorted.

The corner of the woman’s mouth twitched, but she didn’t push further, nodding toward an empty booth. „Sit wherever. I’ll be right with ya.”

Eren smirked as they slid into a booth by the window, the vinyl seats creaking under their weight. Levi, as expected, sat with his arms crossed, looking unimpressed with the entire situation.

„You’re popular,” Levi muttered, picking up the menu without actually looking at it.

Eren grinned. „What can I say? People like me.”

Levi scoffed. „She probably thinks you’re some college boy on a road trip.“

Eren barked out a laugh. „Oh, and you definitely scream grumpy biker grandpa right now.”

Levi didn’t even look up as he flipped Eren off.

Eren was still chuckling when the waitress returned, pad in hand. „What’ll it be, boys?”

Eren didn’t even hesitate. „Cheeseburger, extra bacon, fries, and a side of onion rings.”

Levi shot him a flat look. „Are you planning to survive this trip or just go into cardiac arrest halfway through?”

Eren grinned. „Let me live.”

The waitress chuckled, jotting it down before turning to Levi. „And you, sweetheart?”

Levi’s expression barely changed. „Coffee. Black.”

She raised an eyebrow. „And?”

Levi stared at her. „And nothing.”

Eren snickered, turning to the woman. „Bring a burger for him too,” he said before glancing at Levi with a smirk. „He needs some meat.”

He stretched the last word just enough to sound a little too suggestive.

Levi lifted an eyebrow at him but didn’t argue.

The waitress smirked. „Alright, boys.” Then, looking back at Eren, she added, „I like this one. Got some energy in him.”

Levi gave her a look that was a mix of mild irritation and amusement, but she just sauntered off toward the kitchen.

„Energy…” Levi snorted, looking back at Eren as she walked away. „That you have.”

Eren leaned back, stretching his arms behind his head. „You know, you could eat something that isn’t pure caffeine.”

„If I die from food poisoning, that’s on you,” Levi grumbled. But as if on cue, his stomach let out a low, betraying growl.

Eren huffed. „Oh, come on, you think it’s that bad?”

Levi rolled his eyes, but there was no real bite to it.

Across the diner, a beat-up jukebox sat in the corner, ist red and chrome exterior scuffed with age. The current song—a soft country ballad—was barely audible over the chatter of the other patrons. A burly trucker, clearly in his late fifties, wandered over and dropped a few quarters in. The next song kicked in with a sharp electric guitar riff, and Eren recognized it instantly.

Johnny Cash. „God’s Gonna Cut You Down“.

Eren raised an eyebrow at Levi. „Fitting, huh?”

Levi took a sip of his coffee, unimpressed. „What? Because you think I’m some vengeful force of nature?”

Eren grinned. „Nah. More like if anyone’s out here dodging divine judgment, it’s probably you.”

Levi set his coffee down with an audible clink. „And yet, I’m still here. Guess that makes me immortal.”

Eren laughed. „Either that or unkillable out of pure spite.”

Levi didn’t deny it.

A few minutes later, the waitress returned with Eren’s food—a greasy, golden mess of deep-fried perfection. The burger was thick, the bacon crispy, the fries practically glowing with oil. The onion rings smelled like heaven. Eren wasted no time, taking a huge bite and groaning in satisfaction.

Levi watched him, unimpressed. „You eat like a starving animal.”

Eren, mouth full, shot him a thumbs-up.

Levi sighed, shaking his head before taking another slow sip of his coffee. „Disgusting.”

Eren just grinned, savoring the meal, the open road waiting for them just outside. This—this—was what it was all about.

_

By the afternoon, the highway had opened up into something straight out of a dream. To their right, sheer cliffs dropped into the endless expanse of the ocean, waves crashing against jagged rocks far below. To their left, the road twisted and curved, hugging the land like it had been carved just for them. The salty air mixed with the familiar scents of gasoline, leather, and sunbaked asphalt, a reminder that they were far from the city now. Just the road, the wind, and each other.

They had been riding almost all day, and while Eren loved every second of it, his body was starting to protest.

He pressed the Bluetooth button on his helmet, smirking as he spoke into the mic. „Babe, if I don’t get off this bike soon, I might actually lose feeling in my ass.”

Levi’s voice crackled in his ear, dry as ever. „That’s a you problem.”

Eren huffed a laugh. „Come on. You care about my ass, don’t you? Just a five-minute break?”

There was a pause, then Levi sighed. „Tch. Fine.”

Minutes later, they pulled off onto a scenic overlook—a dirt patch perched at the cliff’s edge, the perfect place to take in the view. And what a view it was. The ocean stretched endlessly, deep blue and shimmering under the afternoon sun. White foam curled around the black rocks below, and in the distance, the horizon was a hazy blur where sky and sea met.

Eren shut off his engine and swung his leg over the bike, stretching his arms over his head with a satisfied groan. Every muscle in his body ached in that good way, the kind that came from doing something you loved for hours.

Levi, meanwhile, had already pulled out a cigarette. He leaned against his bike, one boot resting on the footpeg as he lit up. The wind tugged at his hair, making the strands even messier, but he didn’t seem to care. His sharp gaze was fixed on the waves below, his expression unreadable.

Eren stepped up beside him, hands on his hips as he took in the view. „Not bad,” he murmured, breathing in the salty air.

Levi exhaled a slow stream of smoke. „Understatement.”

Eren grinned, nudging him with his elbow. „Alright, fine. It’s fucking beautiful.”

Levi hummed in agreement, his eyes softer than usual as he watched the water. It wasn’t often he let himself relax, but here—away from the noise of the city, away from responsibilities—Eren could tell he was breathing easier.

Eren leaned a little closer, tilting his head. „See? This is why I wanted this trip.”

Levi flicked ash from his cigarette. „You act like I fought you on it.”

Eren smirked. „You grumbled.”

„I always grumble.”

Eren laughed, the sound blending with the crashing waves. „Yeah, yeah. But you’re glad we’re here, right?”

Levi didn’t answer right away, just took another slow drag before flicking the cigarette away and crushing it under his boot. Then, finally, he glanced at Eren, his lips twitching.

„Yeah,” he said quietly. „I am.”

Eren felt warmth bloom in his chest, a stupid smile creeping onto his face. He didn’t say anything—he didn’t need to. Instead, he turned toward Levi, stepping just a little closer. The wind ruffled Levi’s hair, and for a second, he looked softer, more at ease.

Eren leaned in, pressing a kiss to Levi’s lips—slow, unhurried. Levi didn’t pull away. Instead, he sighed against Eren’s mouth, his hand briefly resting against Eren’s waist before he pulled back just enough to meet his eyes.

„Always so damn sentimental,” Levi muttered, but his lips twitched, just barely.

Eren just grinned. „Yeah, for you and your kisses. And you love it.”

Levi didn’t argue.

After a moment, Eren stretched again and let out a dramatic groan. „Alright, five more minutes, then I want food.”

Levi gave him a look. „You just ate half a cow.”

„And?”

Levi rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. „Fine. But if the next diner’s shit, that’s on you.”

Eren grinned. „Deal.”

They stood there a little longer, letting the world spin around them, the road waiting just beyond the next curve.

_

By the time of nightfall, they reached a small town. The sky had faded into deep blues and purples, the last streaks of orange barely clinging to the horizon. It was the kind of place that barely showed up on maps—just a gas station, a couple of bars, and an old, flickering neon sign that read MO_EL. The T was missing, and the L lay dark against the weathered backdrop.

The motel itself wasn’t glamorous. Hell, it barely looked functional. But it was cheap, and after a full day on their bikes, it didn’t need to be anything more than a place to crash.

Inside the reception area, the air smelled like stale coffee and old wood. A grizzled old man—likely the owner—sat behind the counter, looking half-asleep until the bell above the door jingled. He blinked awake, rubbing a hand over his face before eyeing them both with quiet curiosity.

„Rooms?” His voice was scratchy, probably from years of smoking.

Levi, ever efficient, was about to answer when the old man continued, glancing between them. „Got two singles. Or a room with two beds.”

Eren grinned, not even hesitating. „We’ll take the king-size.”

The guy stopped mid-reach for the room keys, blinking. „…What?”

Eren leaned against the counter, still grinning. „A room with one bed. A big one. King-size. You know, for sharing.”

The man coughed, eyes flicking between them. „Oh.” He cleared his throat and, in a move that made Eren’s night, nearly choked on his chewing tobacco.

Levi remained stoic, arms crossed, entirely unbothered. But Eren? Eren was having fun.

He leaned in slightly, tilted his head toward Levi, and mouthed—like it was a secret he was proud of— „I’ll bang him tonight.”

The guy’s face contorted in a mix of horror and disbelief. He looked at Levi, then back at Eren, as if trying to process the information.

Levi registered the situation a second too late, but the moment he did, he sighed and smacked Eren’s ass as they walked away from the counter—a firm, deliberate slap, the kind that made it crystal clear that, yes, this man was his.

Eren yelped, then laughed. „Marking your territory?”

Levi rolled his eyes. „Making sure you shut the hell up.”

„Didn’t work,” Eren teased.

Levi ignored him, taking the key and pushing open the door to their room.

The second they stepped inside the motel room, Eren grimaced.

It wasn’t dirty—surprisingly clean, actually, which was probably the only thing keeping Levi from immediately turning around and walking out—but it was ugly. Hideous, even. The wallpaper was some peeling floral nightmare, the carpet an awful shade of mustard yellow, and the bedsheets were a crime against humanity—bright orange with faded brown stripes, like they’d been stolen from the 1970s and left out in the sun too long.

Eren knocked on the wall experimentally. It sounded hollow, thin.

„Good thing I’m too knocked out from the ride today,” he said, stretching his arms above his head. „I have no energy left for sex with you—whoever’s behind that wall would hear everything.”

Levi snorted, tossing his helmet onto the chair in the corner. „As if that would stop you.”

Eren grinned. „Fair point.”

Levi shook his head, toeing off his boots. „I’m showering first.”

Eren collapsed onto the bed, flipping through the ancient motel TV with the stiff remote. Every channel was either static or some grainy rerun of a show from decades ago. „You’re missing out,” he called toward the bathroom. „There’s, like, five different cowboy shows on.”

The sound of the shower turning on was Levi’s only response.

Eren stretched out, listening to the distant hum of the highway outside. The day had been long, but it had been good. And tomorrow? The road would still be waiting for them.

X

Eren:

Levi:

Chapter Text

No Regrets 2
Chapter 19 – Road Trip

Day 2

The motel room was still cloaked in early morning dimness, the thin curtains barely keeping out the soft glow of the rising sun. The hum of distant highway traffic was the only real noise, but inside, the world was quiet—warm and slow, wrapped in soft sheets and shared body heat.

Eren stirred when Levi moved beside him, the shift in weight just enough to pull him from the haze of sleep. Without thinking, his arms shot out, wrapping around Levi’s torso and pulling him back in. He buried his face against the crook of Levi’s neck, inhaling deeply against his skin. Levi was warm, all smooth muscle and soft heat beneath his hands, his scent still carrying traces of the faint soap from his late-night shower mixed with something unmistakably him.

Eren let out a low, satisfied hum, pressing a lazy, sleepy kiss against Levi’s neck. He felt the way Levi’s body tensed for just a second before he exhaled, giving in, his arms tightening around Eren in return.

„Five more minutes,” Eren mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

Levi huffed but didn’t pull away, letting Eren keep him there. His hands settled lightly against Eren’s back, fingers tracing lazy circles against his bare skin. They had both stripped down to just their underwear last night—too warm for anything else—and now, their bodies were pressed close under the sheets, comfortable in the shared heat.

Eventually, Levi muttered, „Come on, I need tea… or at least coffee. The road’s waiting, hm?”

Eren groaned, squeezing him tighter in protest. „But it’s our vacation. Aren’t we supposed to sleep in?”

Levi snorted. „If you wanted that kind of vacation, I could’ve taken you to an all-inclusive hotel so your lazy ass could lay around all day.”

Eren took a deep breath against his skin, nuzzling closer. „No, I want the bike tour.”

Levi smirked, his fingers brushing through Eren’s long brown hair, the strands spilling messily over the pillow. „So get up and get your ass on the bike.”

Eren sighed dramatically but didn’t move right away. „Fine. But I want breakfast first. Waffles or something. Think they have a diner around here?”

„We’ll look around,” Levi said, shifting slightly.

Eren chuckled, his lips curving against Levi’s skin. „I can ask the old guy at the reception when we give the key back. Tell him I need lots of calories after my night with you.”

Levi scoffed, shaking his head. „You’re insufferable.”

Eren grinned, finally letting Levi go as they started to move.

Levi sat up first, stretching his arms above his head, the muscles in his back flexing as he rolled his shoulders. Eren admired him for a second before forcing himself to sit up as well, running a hand through his tangled hair.

The motel room was still ugly in the morning light—if anything, the daylight made the clashing colors of the bedsheets even worse—but at least it had been clean and the bed had been decent.

Levi was already on his feet, grabbing his jeans off the chair where he had tossed them last night. Eren, moving slower, swung his legs over the side of the bed and reached for his own clothes, yawning as he pulled on his jeans.

Levi was half-dressed already, slipping on his black shirt while Eren was still fumbling with his belt. „Move faster,” Levi said, pulling on his boots.

Eren shot him a sleepy glare. „Not all of us wake up ready to go, Captain Efficient.”

Levi rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, he grabbed his jacket and tossed Eren’s toward him. „Come on. Let’s find you your waffles.”

Eren grinned, standing and shrugging on his jacket. „And coffee for you. Otherwise, you’ll be grumpier than usual.”

Levi scoffed but didn’t deny it as they headed out, stepping into the morning air, the road ahead waiting for them once again.

_

Eren slung his bag over his shoulder as they stepped into the motel lobby. The morning air outside was still cool, the scent of asphalt and faint exhaust clinging to it, but inside, the place smelled vaguely of stale coffee and old furniture. The flickering neon sign outside cast a weak glow through the dusty windows.

The same old guy from last night was still behind the reception desk, looking just as grumpy and just as skeptical about their existence. Maybe he had worked the night shift. Or maybe he just lived here.

Levi walked up to the counter, pulling out his wallet to settle the bill. The man barely acknowledged him, his gaze flickering between Levi and Eren like he still couldn’t quite process the fact that they had actually shared that kingsize bed. His brows furrowed, lips pressed together like he wanted to say something but knew better.

Eren stretched, cracking his shoulders, and grinned. He could not resist.

„Bed’s good,” he said casually, voice dripping with amusement. „Didn’t break or anything.”

Levi’s hand froze mid-motion as he handed over the cash. The old man’s mouth twitched, his bushy brows pulling together.

Eren wasn’t done.

„Sorry if the other guests heard anything,” he added with an easy shrug. „I can get pretty loud.”

The guy stared. Eyes slightly wider now, his fingers gripping the edge of the desk like he needed something to hold onto.

Levi turned his head, giving Eren a look sharp enough to kill. „If you don’t stop, I’ll beat your ass,” he muttered under his breath.

But Eren caught the faintest twitch of amusement in Levi’s expression—the tiny curve at the edge of his lips, barely there, but present. It only encouraged him.

He grinned wider, falling into step beside Levi as they turned to leave. „Yes, Daddy,” he said smoothly.

That—that—gave the poor reception guy the rest. His face paled, then flushed a deep shade of red, like he was suddenly way too awake for this conversation. His mouth opened, then closed, then opened again, looking like his brain had short-circuited.

Levi exhaled sharply through his nose and muttered, „You’re the fucking worst.”

Eren laught. Then, smug as ever, turned back around. „Hey, actually—where’s a good place to get waffles around here?”

The guy blinked at him, still looking mildly traumatized. It took him a solid five seconds and some very stuttered words before he managed to give them directions to a nearby diner.

Eren patted the counter with a grin. „Thanks, man. Have a great morning.”

Levi grabbed his sleeve and dragged him out before he could make it any worse.

_

After a solid breakfast—thick waffles drenched in syrup, crispy bacon, and steaming cups of coffee—they hit the road again. The morning air was still crisp, with a slight fog clinging to the trees, giving the world a muted, dreamlike quality. But as they strapped on their helmets and mounted their bikes, the sky began to clear, golden sunlight cutting through the mist.

They rode through winding roads that snaked through dense forests, the scent of damp earth and pine filling the air. The ocean, which had been their companion the day before, faded behind rolling hills, swallowed by the towering trees.

Levi didn’t talk much, focused on the rhythm of the road, the way each curve and bend flowed effortlessly beneath his tires. He rode like he was part of the machine—fluid, controlled, completely in sync.

Eren, on the other hand, had a different kind of energy. He hummed random songs into the Bluetooth speakers, his voice just loud enough to be annoying.

Levi sighed. „What the hell are you doing?”

Eren grinned, even though Levi couldn’t see it. „Providing the soundtrack for our adventure.”

„Shitty soundtrack.”

Eren chuckled. „Come on, you’re telling me you don’t love my smooth vocals?”

Levi let out a sharp exhale. „I don’t love anything about this.”

But the grin in Eren’s voice was unmistakable when he spoke again, his words laced with a teasing playfulness. „Oh, you can’t fool me, babe. You love everything—the bikes, the road, me… and my voice,“ he paused, dragging it out for effect before his tone shifted, dropping low and sultry. „But I can make other sounds for you.“

Levi’s grip on the handlebars tightened, a mix of irritation and amusement flickering through him. „What the hell are you talking about?”

Eren’s response was a deliberate, teasing moan, low and exaggerated, carried through the Bluetooth speakers.

„Oh, Levi…“

The sound was so blatantly suggestive that Levi’s pulse quickened in spite of himself.

Eren didn’t stop there, his voice dropping lower, each word a mock of pleasure. „Ohhh, you feel so good! Fuck, Levi… so strong… mmm, yeah, just like that…“ His tone was thick with feigned desire, and he dragged out each syllable, clearly pushing Levi’s patience to ist limits.

Levi’s grip on the handlebars tightened, and his eyes briefly flickered to the side, the edges of his vision sharp. „The hell are you doing, Eren?“ he muttered, but his pulse betrayed his annoyance—something about Eren’s antics was getting under his skin.

Eren continued, his voice even more exaggerated now, teasingly breathless. „Mmmm, yeah, right there… you’re making me feel sooo good…“ He let out a mock gasp, just enough to make Levi’s thoughts spin, all the while making sure his voice carried over the wind. „Oh Fuck…Levi!“

Levi’s jaw clenched, the low hum of the bike growing louder in his ears as his body began to react, despite his best efforts to maintain control. The tension Eren was creating was undeniable, the challenge building inside him. „The fuck… Are you faking orgasm at me?”

Eren’s laughter came through, bright and mischievous. „That’s what you’re making out of this? Damn, no! I don’t fake anything with you. You should know that!“

Levi’s smirk was palpable even though Eren couldn’t see it. His tone was confident, but darker now, a touch of mischief in his voice as he leaned into the moment. „I do,” he said, voice rough, adding a new layer to his command.

„And now, be a good boy for me. Press your thighs against that machine, feel everything, baby. Keep your eyes where they belong, Eren…” He let the words hang in the air, laden with a tension that sent a spark of heat between them. Eren loved Levi talking dirty, and even though this wasn’t exactly that, it still sent a shiver down his spine.

Levi’s grip on the handlebars tightened, his voice dropping lower as the teasing grew sharper, a fake moan slipping into his words. „Oh, yeah… come on, Eren, keep riding. Don’t slow down now. You look so good like this…” His voice was smooth, but there was a dangerous edge to it now, a promise in the way he spoke.

Eren’s breathing hitched before he let out a real moan, his voice sharp and breathless. „Shit, I’m hard.“

Levi chuckled darkly, a sharp edge to his words as he replied, „That’s what you get for moaning in my ear. Maybe stick to singing.”

A challenge sparked in Eren’s eyes, even though Levi couldn’t see them. It was clear by the way his energy shifted, a new determination in his humming as he deliberately sang off-key, louder this time, trying to get a rise out of Levi again.

Levi didn’t respond, his focus unwavering on the road. But Eren could practically hear the tension in his silence—the way his body, under all that calm control, was bracing for whatever Eren would throw next. This ride was far from over, and Eren knew exactly how to keep it interesting.

_

By midday, they came across something unexpected.

The road led them through an old town—or what was left of one. Buildings lined the cracked pavement, their windows either broken or boarded up, roofs sagging under years of neglect. Faded signs hung over storefronts, their lettering barely legible. Nature had started reclaiming the streets, with vines creeping up walls and grass pushing through the asphalt.

Levi slowed his bike, scanning the deserted buildings with sharp eyes. After a moment, he pulled over, cutting the engine. Eren followed suit.

It was quiet. No cars, no distant hum of life—just the sound of the wind rustling through abandoned homes and the occasional creak of old wood shifting in the breeze.

Levi pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with the flick of his zippo. He took a slow drag, exhaling smoke into the still air.

Eren, meanwhile, wandered closer to one of the buildings, peeking through a shattered window. „Damn. Feels like we just rode into a horror movie.”

Levi flicked ash from his cigarette. „You’re an idiot.”

Eren smirked, leaning against the windowsill. „Come on, tell me this doesn’t look like the start of a zombie movie. Lonely town, no signs of life, buildings falling apart… you don’t think it’s a little creepy?”

Levi gave him a flat look. „No. It just looks abandoned.”

Eren huffed. „Well, that’s boring. You have no imagination.”

„I have common sense,” Levi corrected. He took another drag before eyeing the town again. „Why’d it get abandoned?”

Eren shrugged. „Could be anything. Economy tanked, people left. Or maybe—” He grinned. „Maybe they got eaten by zombies.”

Levi rolled his eyes, but he didn’t stray too far from Eren. „You’re impossible.”

Eren ignored him, pushing away from the window and stepping closer. „Okay, but hear me out. If we were in a zombie apocalypse, we’d totally survive.”

Levi gave him a look. „Would we.”

„Yeah!” Eren nodded confidently. „You’re all badass with your blades and insane reflexes. I’m fast and stubborn. We’d make a great team.”

Levi exhaled slowly. „So in your little fantasy, we’re just constantly running for our lives, killing the undead, and eating canned beans for the rest of eternity?”

Eren grinned. „Exactly. Tell me that doesn’t sound kinda fun.”

Levi arched an eyebrow. „It sounds like a fucking nightmare.”

Eren laughed, stretching his arms above his head. „Come on, you’d like it. You’d get to boss me around even more than usual.”

Levi huffed. „I already do that.”

Eren nudged him with his shoulder. „And I listen… most of the time.”

„No, you don’t.”

Levi took another long drag of his cigarette, flicking the ashes into the dirt. The quiet stretched between them, comfortable despite the eerie setting.

Eren glanced back at the town. „You think there’s anything worth looking at in there?”

Levi gave him a sharp look. „We’re not going scavenging in some condemned buildings.”

Eren sighed dramatically. „Fine, fine. Guess we’ll just have to keep moving.”

Levi took one last drag before flicking the cigarette away and crushing it under his boot. „Good idea.”

Eren rolled his eyes but followed him back to the bikes. They might not be fighting zombies today, but at least the adventure wasn’t over yet.

He kicked at a loose rock on the pavement, watching it bounce down the cracked road. „I still think this place looks haunted,” he muttered.

Levi, standing nearby, glanced around the abandoned buildings. „It just looks old,” he said, taking another slow drag.

Eren huffed. „You have no sense of drama.”

Levi smirked faintly. „I just don’t see the point in making up ghost stories when the real world is shitty enough.”

Eren turned to him with a grin. „Oh, is it? Okay, no ghosts. But we would survive either way.”

Levi gave him a dry look. „Oh yeah?”

„Yeah,” Eren nodded confidently. „You’re all precise and deadly, and I’m tall and strong. We’d be an unstoppable duo. Think about it—us, on our bikes, just tearing through hordes of the undead? It’d be badass.”

Levi let out a slow breath, eyes flicking to the horizon. „You say that like riding all day, rationing food, and constantly being in danger would be fun.”

Eren smirked, sliding his hands up Levi’s waist, fingertips brushing the leather of his jacket. „I mean, if I’m stuck in the end of the world with anyone, I’d want it to be you.”

Levi paused for just a second, a small, almost reluctant smile tugging at the corner of his lips. „You’re a menace.”

Eren beamed. „You love me.”

Levi looked up at him, feeling his heart drum against his ribs. Eren was right—if there was anyone he’d spend the apocalypse with, it was him. „Yeah, I do,” he muttered, and Eren caught the warmth in his voice.

Eren leaned down, pressing their lips together, feeling Levi’s breath hitch slightly as their mouths met. Levi tasted like cigarettes and the coffee from earlier, warm and familiar. Eren’s stomach flipped, just like it always did when he kissed Levi, his fingers curling into the black leather of his jacket. Levi let out a soft gasp against his lips, and Eren knew—beneath the sharp words and stoic expressions, Levi had a soft spot inside. A place in his heart that was just for Eren.

They lingered for a moment before Levi stretched, rolling out his neck. „Come on. We still have a long ride ahead.”

Eren sighed dramatically but followed him back to the bikes. „Fine. But if we ever do run into zombies, I’m leading the charge.”

Levi glanced at him as he swung a leg over his bike. „You’re just gonna get yourself eaten.”

Eren shot him a mischievous grin, wiggling his eyebrows. „Oh, you think the zombies want a piece of my delicious ass too?”

Levi snorted, his tone deadpan. „That’s my ass. If someone’s gonna eat it, it’s gonna be me.”

Eren actually blushed a little, turning his head away with a chuckle. „Okay, no ass-eating.”

Levi grinned at him, clearly enjoying the teasing.

Eren laughed, pulling his helmet on. „Whatever, you’d save me from the zombies.”

Levi didn’t argue. Instead, he revved his engine, the roar cutting through the silence of the empty town. Eren grinned, starting his own bike, and together, they rode out of the abandoned streets, leaving the ghosts—and the imaginary zombies—behind.

_

The afternoon sun beat down, casting a golden light over the landscape, making everything feel peaceful and serene. After hours of riding—engines humming, the wind whipping past their faces—the sudden quiet of the open road was a welcome change. They had been winding through dirt paths lined with sparse trees, the landscape gradually opening up until they reached a secluded lake nestled in a hollow.

The area was utterly still. No signs of life, save for the rustling leaves swaying in the light breeze. The water stretched out before them, dark and glassy, reflecting the endless sky above. It was the perfect spot for camping—isolated, untouched, theirs alone.

Eren pulled off his helmet first, shaking his hair loose, running a hand through the strands as he stretched his arms over his head. The heat of the sun seeped into his skin, the warmth a contrast to the cool wind that had battered them during the ride. He turned slightly, glancing at Levi, who was already unstrapping his jacket with smooth, deliberate movements. Eren followed suit, peeling off his own jacket and tossing it into the grass without care.

The air was warm, even with the occasional breeze, and Eren wasted no time kicking off his boots, sighing in satisfaction as the soft grass pressed against his bare feet. He was never one for shoes unless absolutely necessary.

But that wasn’t enough to cool down. He grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head in one fluid motion and discarding it without thought. The sunlight kissed his skin, highlighting the firm lines of his chest, the slight sheen of sweat catching in the glow. He rolled his shoulders, tilting his head back as he breathed in deeply, relishing the feeling of open air against his body.

Levi’s gaze flickered over him—just a second too long before he looked away. It was subtle, but Eren caught it, and it made him smirk to himself. Levi, ever composed, gave nothing away, merely tossing his own shirt aside without hesitation. Even in the heat, he was methodical, controlled.

„Alright, this is perfect,” Eren mused, hands on his hips as he surveyed the lake. „You think we can get a fire going? Maybe cook something later?”

Levi gave a short nod, barely looking at him. His attention had shifted to the water, eyes scanning ist unmoving surface. „Yeah, sure.”

Eren’s lips curled into a grin. „You know…” he started, his tone laced with mischief, „the water looks nice. We should go swimming.”

Levi shot him a skeptical look, raising an eyebrow. „Swimming?” He glanced at the lake, then back at Eren. „That water’s probably freezing. You’re out of your damn mind.”

Eren shrugged nonchalantly, stepping closer to the edge of the lake. „Come on, you can’t tell me you don’t want to. It’s burning hot today, and we’ve been riding for hours.” He paused, then added, voice dripping with amusement, „Besides… think about it. Naked swimming. No one else around. Just you and me.”

Levi rolled his eyes, his lips twitching slightly in exasperation. „You’re ridiculous.”

Eren grinned, clearly enjoying himself. „We can, you know, warm up in the water,” he teased, his voice dropping just enough to make the words feel heavier. „Just the two of us… could be fun.”

Levi’s expression didn’t change, but his gaze sharpened slightly as Eren stepped closer to the water. „That lake is so cold, I’d need a magnifying glass to find your dick. Or maybe some fish will bite it off for me.”

Eren let out a loud laugh, tilting his head back as the sound echoed through the empty space. „Yeah, right. My dick’s big enough, and with you around, there’s no way you wouldn’t be able to find it.”

He smirked, stepping into the shallows, the water lapping at his ankles. „Come on… as if you wouldn’t enjoy swimming with me.”

Levi gave him a deadpan look. „Swimming with you isn’t the issue,” he muttered. „Especially not naked. But it’s too damn cold. I hate cold water.”

Eren raised an eyebrow, wading in a little deeper. „You’re telling me you’re not even a little curious?”

Levi sighed, shaking his head, half-annoyed, half-amused by Eren’s relentless persistence. No matter how much he tried to ignore it, there was something about Eren’s confidence—the way he moved so freely, so unbothered—that always managed to get under his skin.

He exhaled sharply and turned away, heading back toward their camp spot. „Go ahead. I’m not stopping you.”

Eren smirked, watching him retreat. „Ah, so you’re just gonna sit there and watch me?”

He shot Levi a teasing grin before stepping fully into the water. The cold hit immediately, making him shudder, but he pushed past it, wading deeper.

„Come on, Levi, it’s not that bad,” he called, his tone laced with challenge. „You’re seriously just gonna stand there?”

Levi paused mid-step, looking over his shoulder. His glare was more of a habit than actual irritation at this point. „You’re impossible.”

Eren, now waist-deep in the water, winked at him. „Yeah, but I look fucking awesome while being impossible.”

Levi scoffed but didn’t deny it.

Eren grinned wider. „Levi, swim with me.”

Levi gave him the most unimpressed look yet. „I’m making a fire,” he muttered. „So you can warm your ass and shriveled dick up when you get out.”

Eren barked out another laugh, throwing his head back in delight. „You’re such a bastard,” he called, watching Levi move to gather wood. But even as Levi pretended to ignore him, there was a certain fondness in his movements—a quiet familiarity, a silent acceptance of Eren’s antics.

Eren’s grin softened as he sank deeper into the lake, the cold biting but not unbearable. Levi could be stubborn, and he knew the man well enough to recognize when he was fighting a losing battle.

Eren adjusted to the water’s temperature after a few minutes. It was cool—refreshing rather than unbearable. The initial chill had shocked him, but now, with the sun beaming down, warming his skin, it wasn’t bad at all. He floated lazily, letting his body relax, enjoying the weightlessness the lake provided.

Small fish darted beneath the surface, shimmering in the sunlight filtering through the water. Occasionally, they flitted past his legs, but none dared to get too close—no nibbles on his feet, and thankfully, his dick remained unscathed. He smirked to himself at the thought of Levi’s earlier jab.

Meanwhile, Levi had set up their campsite with quiet efficiency. He had pitched a lightweight two-person tent, just big enough for them to sleep in comfortably. Nothing fancy—just practical, sturdy, and well-placed on flat ground, shielded by a few trees for some cover. The weather was perfect, and the secluded location made it an ideal night to forgo a motel and sleep under the stars instead.

Levi didn’t stop there. He’d also assembled a safe and solid fire pit, arranging a circle of stones to contain the flames. The ground around it had been cleared of dry leaves and debris to prevent any risk of spreading fire, and a neat stack of firewood sat nearby, ready to be used.

By the time Eren finally stepped out of the water, droplets clinging to his sun-kissed skin, the campsite looked fully prepared. He ran a hand through his soaked hair, pushing it back as he walked barefoot through the grass. The faint evening breeze sent a ripple of goosebumps over his exposed flesh, but the warmth of the fire quickly countered the coolness of his damp skin.

He glanced around, taking in Levi’s handiwork, then let out a low whistle of approval. „Damn,” he muttered, stopping near the fire and shaking his head in admiration. „Look at you. Fully prepared for the zombie apocalypse.”

Levi, crouched by the fire, looked up at him, unimpressed. „Tch. If we ever get stranded in the middle of nowhere, at least one of us knows how to survive.”

Eren smirked, rubbing his hands together near the fire for warmth. „Yeah, yeah, Mr. Survivalist. You have to admit, this is kinda nice.”

Levi didn’t respond immediately.

His gaze had caught on Eren—all of Eren.

Naked, his toned body still glistening with lake water, every movement making his muscles shift and flex beneath tanned skin. His long brown hair, still damp, hung loose around his face, some strands clinging to his shoulders. The flickering firelight made everything sharper—every drop of water, every subtle curve of muscle.

The silver piercings stood out in stark contrast to Eren’s dark nipples, catching the firelight with every subtle shift of his body. His tattoos complimented his form like living art, emphasizing the strength in his arms, the sculpted lines of his torso, the sharp cut of his hips. Each mark on his skin seemed to belong there, a part of him as much as the confidence in his stance or the fire in his eyes.

Levi stared. Longer than necessary.

Not that he gave a damn. Eren was his boyfriend. And when your boyfriend looked like that—a walking masterpiece, sculpted by the gods themselves—well, fuck it, Levi was allowed to look.

The inked „L“ on Eren’s hip said enough. Every inch of him belonged to Levi. A mark, subtle but undeniable, that proved not just possession, but a connection deeper than anything else. It was there for anyone to see, a constant reminder of who Eren was to Levi—and more importantly, who Levi was to him.

Eren noticed, of course. He always did. And judging by the slow, knowing smirk tugging at his lips, he was enjoying the attention.

Levi rolled his eyes and turned back to the fire, muttering, „Put some damn clothes on before you catch a cold.”

Eren chuckled, but made no move to comply. Instead, he stepped closer, basking in both the fire’s warmth and the unmistakable weight of Levi’s lingering gaze.

The fire crackled softly, ist warmth flickering against the cooling evening air, but it was nothing compared to the heat building between them.

Eren moved in behind Levi, stepping up close until his chest pressed flush against Levi’s back, his skin still damp from the lake. The contrast of warmth and coolness sent a shiver through Levi, though he refused to acknowledge it.

Eren’s hands found Levi’s hips, fingers sliding beneath the hem of his shirt, thumbs tracing slow, deliberate circles over his skin. His touch was warm, teasing, filled with unspoken intent.

Levi stilled, breath catching for just a second, barely perceptible—but Eren noticed.

Leaning down, Eren pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the side of Levi’s neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below his ear. His breath was hot, sending a pulse of anticipation down Levi’s spine.

„You sure you want me to put on clothes?” Eren murmured, his voice low and teasing, vibrating against Levi’s skin. His fingers dug slightly into the firm muscle of Levi’s waist, grounding them both in the moment.

And then—yeah, Levi felt it.

Something very solid pressing against his backside, leaving no room for doubt. Despite the cool water, despite the evening breeze, Eren had lost nothing. Not a damn inch.

A smirk curled at the corner of Levi’s lips, but he schooled his expression before turning in Eren’s grip, twisting until they were face to face. His hands came up, sliding over Eren’s bare chest, fingers brushing over his nipple piercings.

Eren shuddered. It was subtle, barely a tremor, but it was there. The metal was cool under Levi’s touch, but the skin around it was warm—hot, even. Levi could feel the way Eren’s breath hitched, the way his muscles tensed, the way his pupils darkened just slightly as he looked down at him.

Levi met his gaze, voice low and rough. „Maybe I warm you up instead.”

The words hung between them, heavy with promise, with heat.

Levi held Eren’s gaze, unwavering, steady, as he slowly dropped to his knees. The soft grass cushioned him, cool against his skin, but the warmth of the fire at his side cast a flickering glow over them both. Shadows danced across Eren’s body, highlighting the defined lines of his muscles, the way his chest rose and fell just a little heavier now.

Levi’s hands found Eren’s hips, fingers pressing firmly into his damp skin, grounding them both in the moment. He could feel the tension in Eren’s body, the anticipation thrumming just beneath the surface.

And in front of him—Eren.

Bold, hard, standing there without shame, without hesitation. His cock flushed. His long hair was still damp, strands clinging to his face and shoulders, and Levi had never seen anything more fucking beautiful than him.

The heat in Eren’s gaze burned through him, searing, wanting. Levi let his fingers drift, dragging down the curve of Eren’s hips, feeling the way he shivered under his touch. He didn’t look away, didn’t break eye contact as he leaned in—close.

The fire crackled beside them, the night settling around them, but in this moment, it was just them. Just this.

And Levi had every intention of making it worth it.

Levi’s breath was warm against Eren’s skin, his lips just barely brushing over the flushed tip, teasing, testing. He felt the way Eren tensed, the sharp intake of breath above him, the subtle twitch of his fingers where they hovered, unsure whether to grab Levi’s shoulders or bury themselves in his hair.

Levi smirked. Always so damn eager.

Slowly, deliberately, he parted his lips and took Eren in—hot, hard, and already aching against his tongue. The weight of him, the taste of salt and heat, filled Levi’s mouth as he hollowed his cheeks, taking him in deeper, his tongue tracing every ridge, every vein.

Above him, Eren groaned, low and guttural, his fingers finally tangling in Levi’s hair, his hips giving a shallow, involuntary thrust. Levi let him. Let him feel it, let the pleasure ripple through him as he took him deeper still, the heat from the fire licking at his skin as he swallowed around him.

Eren’s curses filled the night air, breathless and raw, his body trembling under Levi’s touch. And Levi wasn’t stopping until he had him completely undone.

As Eren came, his whole body shuddered, his head falling back as a raw, guttural moan tore from his throat—Levi’s name spilling past his lips, desperate and unrestrained.

There was no doubt how real his ecstasy was. No one could fake this—not the trembling in his muscles, the way they tightened and flexed under Levi’s touch; not the deep flush spreading across his cheeks and chest, painting his skin in heat; not the way his breath hitched and stuttered, coming in ragged gasps.

His grip on Levi’s hair tightened, fingers clutching almost painfully as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through him. His thighs trembled, barely able to hold himself up, his stomach clenching as his orgasm crashed over him—unstoppable, overwhelming, raw.

And there was no fucking way in hell he could fake the way his cock twitched and pulsed, spilling hot and thick onto Levi’s tongue, Levi’s lips still wrapped around him, holding him through the aftershocks. Levi didn’t pull away immediately—didn’t let go. He stayed there, tongue flicking, lips firm, swallowing down every last drop as Eren convulsed under him, body completely undone.

Eren’s breath came fast and uneven, his entire body slack with pleasure, his fingers slowly loosening their grip in Levi’s hair, but still lingering—touching. Like he needed the grounding.

Levi finally pulled back, licking the corner of his mouth, watching with something dark and satisfied in his eyes as Eren swayed, spent and wrecked.

„Fuck,“ Eren rasped, voice hoarse, barely more than a breath.

Levi smirked up at him, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. „You warm enough now?“

Eren’s head spun, his whole body still tingling from the aftermath. He muttered a breathless, „Shit…” his voice rough, dazed.

He ran a hand through his damp hair, pushing it back from his face as he tried to catch his breath. The fire crackled beside them, the warmth licking at his skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat still thrumming inside him.

A lazy, satisfied grin spread across his lips as he looked down at Levi, who was still kneeling in the grass, watching him with that unreadable, yet unmistakably smug expression. Fuck, he was gorgeous.

Eren chuckled, still slightly breathless, then smirked as he stepped closer, fingers slipping under Levi’s chin, tilting his face up. His thumb brushed along Levi’s jaw, his touch slow, teasing.

„Give me a second,“ he murmured, still grinning, „and I’ll return the favor.“

Levi raised an eyebrow, lips twitching as if he wanted to scoff, but there was something in his eyes—something dark, something expectant.

„Tch. You’re gonna need more than a second,“ Levi muttered, but he didn’t pull away. Didn’t move.

Eren just smirked wider, leaning in, pressing his lips against Levi’s—slow at first, but deep, filthy, promising.

_

They actually had a can of beans that night, along with some bread. The night sky stretched out above them in all ist glory, a canvas painted in deep indigo and black, the stars scattered across it like diamonds. The air had cooled, but the warmth of the fire and the steady crackling flames kept the chill at bay.

Eren had put his clothes back on, of course. Without them, the night would have been too cold, too raw. But here, beside the fire, out in the open with no one but Levi by his side, Eren felt something he hadn’t in a long time—pure freedom. There was no pressure, no expectation, just the quiet hum of nature and the man sitting across from him, looking back with that steady, calculating gaze.

While eating, Eren glanced at Levi, his eyes softening. „You know, if something ever goes to shit, we could just move out here. You and me. Nothing else. I really could do that.”

Levi met his gaze, his usual sharp, cynical expression faltering for just a moment. The sarcastic comment that was always poised on the tip of his tongue stayed there, dying out, swallowed by the sincerity in Eren’s eyes. Levi’s lips pressed together, a rare softness flickering through the usually guarded man.

He didn’t say anything at first, just watched Eren quietly. In the distance, the soft whisper of the wind rustling through the trees filled the silence, but between them, there was something else—an unspoken agreement, a quiet promise that maybe Eren was right.

X

Day 3

Morning came with a sharp bite in the air, the kind of coolness that reminded them that even on the best of days, the road showed no mercy. Eren woke up secound, stretching sore muscles that had taken a beating from hours of riding the day before. His back ached, and his shoulders were stiff from the constant grip on the handlebars, but the exhaustion was the kind that made him feel alive.

Levi was already awake by the time Eren sat up, methodically tending to the campfire. He was brewing coffee over the flames, the rich, earthy smell filling the air. Eren groaned, rubbing his eyes, and caught sight of the steaming mug Levi handed him.

Levi, already on his second cup of coffee, glanced over at him. „You’re awake. You snore, by the way,” Levi muttered, his tone light.

Eren groaned, rubbing his eyes. „I don’t snore,” he mumbled, still not fully awake.

Levi raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue, instead handing Eren the mug. „Here. Drink up.”

„Thanks,“ Eren muttered, taking the mug with a smile. But as he took a sip, his face scrunched up in immediate displeasure. „This tastes like burnt dirt, Levi. You sure you’re brewing coffee, or is this some kind of mud concoction?”

Levi shrugged, unfazed. „It’s coffee. If you don’t like it, don’t drink it.”

Eren made a face but drank it anyway. At least it was hot.

_

Levi remained silent, his attention fixed entirely on packing up the campsite. Each motion was purposeful, a product of countless hours on the road, honed into precision over time. Yesterday had been long, but today promised to be even longer.

The ride that followed felt almost mechanical—miles of road unwinding beneath them, the hum of engines the only sound that filled the air. Eren felt the wind tugging at his hair, the freedom of the open road stretching endlessly in front of him. It was exhilarating at first, but soon the constant motion took ist toll. His legs ached, and the tightness in his shoulders made it harder to ignore.

He glanced to the side, eyes falling on a distant hill. „Levi, let’s pull over for a minute. See that rise over there? Looks like a good spot to stretch out for a bit.“

Levi’s response was immediate, sharp. His gaze never wavered from the road ahead. „We’re not stopping. We’ve got too much ground to cover. Quit complaining.“

Eren’s eyebrows furrowed, annoyance creeping in. „I’m not complaining, Levi. Just a short break. It’ll help. Trust me.“

Levi didn’t slow down, his voice curt. „I said no. You’ll be fine.“

Eren’s patience snapped, his voice rising. „Come on, Levi. We’re on a road trip, not some damn race. Fuck - What’s the hurry?“

Levi’s eyes flicked to him briefly, his expression as unreadable as ever. „The hurry is that we need to make progress. You want to stop every few miles, and that’s not gonna work.“

The words stung. Eren’s hands tightened on the handlebars, frustration bubbling up. „You’re really being stubborn, aren’t you? What’s your deal, Levi? We’re supposed to be enjoying this—taking it easy. Isn’t that the point of all this?“

There was a pause before Levi answered, his tone sharper than before, the frustration in his voice cutting through the tension. „Maybe there’s a reason. If we waste time stopping every time you feel like it, we won’t get where we need to go.“ His voice, though controlled, carried a sharp edge that Eren rarely heard.

Eren clamped his mouth shut, the words dying on his tongue. Something in Levi’s tone made him pause—something unspoken, something buried beneath the surface. Levi’s guarded nature had always been a puzzle to Eren, but now, that cryptic edge in his voice made him wonder if there was more to it.

The silence stretched between them, thick and awkward, the steady hum of the road beneath them the only sound. Eren’s mind raced. He didn’t want to fight—he really didn’t. But Levi’s refusal to even consider a break left him uneasy. What was so pressing that Levi couldn’t even entertain the idea of slowing down?

What Eren didn’t know was that Levi had already planned something special—a surprise. He’d reserved a room at a charming bed and breakfast by the coast, in a secluded area known as Paradis. You heard that right. It was absolutely not Levi’s style, but this wasn’t about him. It was about the ocean Eren had always dreamed of seeing, and Levi had remembered his words about wanting a vacation by the water.

He hadn’t told Eren because he wanted it to be a surprise, something to look forward to. Levi was focused on reaching Paradis by nightfall, unwilling to risk any detours that might throw off his plans.

Levi wasn’t one for fucking romantic gestures, but this was something he could give Eren. He wasn’t great at showing affection, especially through words, but this was his way of doing something special for his boyfriend. It wasn’t perfect, and sure, the coffee this morning had been terrible, but Levi was doing his best.

He took a deep breath. Maybe he should calm down, let them have a break, buy Eren a coffee and a chocolate bar for yelling at him.

_

Not long after their argument, they reached a small town—if you could even call it that. It was little more than an old gas station, a rundown workshop, and a handful of houses scattered around, just a stop on the outskirts of a real city.

Levi gave a short command. „Pull over.“

Eren, still stewing from the earlier exchange, pulled the bike to a stop and killed the engine. They parked at the gas station, and Levi began refueling the bikes. Eren stood off to the side, clearly annoyed, his arms crossed tightly as he leaned against one of the bikes.

„Now we can have a break, huh?“ Eren said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He made a face and added, „I didn’t need to refuel.“

Levi took a deep breath, staring at the ground for a moment as he fought to keep his composure. His frustration from before was still there, gnawing at the back of his mind, but he reminded himself that he’d wanted to make it up to Eren. He wasn’t going to make things worse by being a total dick.

„Fine, be a brat,“ Levi muttered, trying to keep the edge out of his voice. „I’ll pay.“

Eren gave him a skeptical look but followed him inside the small gas station shop, still acting grumpy but not willing to argue any further. Levi went to the counter, buying two coffees, and he picked up a bar of Eren’s favorite chocolate, all without looking at him. He didn’t want Eren to see how much he regretted the way he’d acted earlier.

He handed Eren the chocolate bar and one of the coffee cups without a word, his eyes purposely avoiding Eren’s gaze.

„Here,“ Levi said, his voice flat, though his actions spoke louder than anything.

Eren took the chocolate bar from Levi, his fingers brushing against his hand for a moment. He looked up at Levi, his gaze softening, and without saying a word, leaned in and pressed a kiss to his temple. It was quick, but the warmth of it was enough to melt some of the tension between them.

„Thanks,“ Eren murmured, the sarcasm gone from his voice, replaced by a genuine fondness. He pulled back slightly, his lips curling into a playful smile.

„Bastard,“ he muttered under his breath, but the affection in his tone made it clear it was all in jest.

Levi huffed a little, but his usual retort never came. Instead, he let the moment pass, taking a slow sip of his coffee. For a few minutes, they just stood there, the steady hum of the gas station around them and the quiet comfort of being together after the brief spat.

The old man behind the counter, who had been watching them with an almost suspicious amount of interest, finally spoke up. He was a weathered figure, his wrinkled face framed by a grey beard that looked like it had seen too many seasons change. His clothes were dusty from years of hard work, but his eyes sparkled with the kind of energy that suggested he had a lifetime’s worth of stories.

„You two look like you’ve traveled a ways,“ the man said with a grin, his voice a bit too loud for the otherwise quiet station. „Not too many folks come through this part of the country. Y’know, back in the day, this place was a lot more… well, active. Had more people passing through, more… strange things happening.“

He paused for effect, his eyes flicking between Eren and Levi, clearly expecting them to bite.

„Strange things?” Eren echoed, raising an eyebrow. He glanced at Levi, silently asking whether or not this guy was actually serious.

The old man nodded sagely, his voice dropping to a more conspiratorial tone. „Oh yeah. They say, years ago, this area was a place where all kinds of battles were fought, back before the land was even mapped out properly. Some folks swore up and down that things… monstrous things used to roam these parts. Stories about colossal creatures tearing up the land, attacking the people, like something from a different time.“

He leaned in closer, eyes wide with excitement, clearly enjoying the rapt attention from his audience. „They say there was a group of soldiers—real tough ones—who fought those creatures off, and they did it with a kind of power you couldn’t even imagine. A secret weapon, maybe. Not many lived to tell the tale, but a few did, and that’s why we’re all still here.“

Eren and Levi exchanged a brief look. There was a strange sense of familiarity in the old man’s words, but neither of them spoke up about it. Instead, Eren sipped his coffee, a small smile tugging at his lips.

„Sounds like a fairy tale,“ Eren muttered, though his eyes were still on the old man.

The man grinned, clearly enjoying the doubt. „Oh, you can call it that if you want, but ask around. You might hear something similar from some of the older folks who’ve been here longer. And don’t be surprised if you see some strange signs in the land around here, reminders of battles fought long ago.“

Levi couldn’t help but smirk, his usual cynicism resurfacing. „Great. A history lesson from a stranger at a gas station.“

But despite his dismissive tone, there was a flicker of something in the back of his mind, something he couldn’t quite shake. The old man’s story, though exaggerated, had touched on something unsettling. Maybe it was just the way the man spoke, or the odd way the tale seemed to echo distant memories.

„Thanks for the story,“ Eren said, finishing his coffee. He gave the man a polite smile, though the skepticism was still apparent in his voice. „But I think we should get going. Got a long way to go.“

The old man nodded, not bothered by their apparent lack of belief. „You’re welcome. Good luck out there.“

With that, the two of them turned to leave, but just before they stepped outside, Levi muttered under his breath, his usual dry sarcasm kicking in.

„Your zombies sound more realistic than that shit,“ Levi said, shaking his head as they exited.

Eren let out a laugh, his mood lightening as he followed Levi. „Right? Maybe the old guy’s got some brain damage. I don’t know, but that was a wild story.“

Levi gave him a glance, the corners of his lips twitching into the slightest smirk. „Could be. That or he’s just been living alone out here for too long.“

Eren laughed again, shaking his head as he pulled on his helmet. „Yeah, his head’s probably as cracked as that gas station.“

They mounted their bikes, the engines roaring to life as they pulled out of the station. The wind began to whip through their hair, and the open road stretched out ahead of them, the landscape blurring into the distance. Eren felt the tension in his chest ease, his mood lightening with every mile. Levi seemed to relax too, his usual stiff posture softening as they rode. Eren, feeling the playful energy returning, couldn’t help but tease Levi once again.

He activated the Bluetooth system, his voice breaking the silence.

„Great view up ahead,” Eren said with a mischievous tone.

Levi didn’t react at first, his eyes still fixed on the road, but a subtle smirk tugged at his lips. „Yeah? I’m sure you’re talking about the road.”

Eren’s grin was wide, his voice playful as he cruised just behind Levi. „No doubt, the road’s great, but I gotta say, your ass in those leather pants—damn. The way they fit, definitely highlights what’s important.”

Levi’s lips curled slightly as he listened, clearly amused despite himself. „I don’t know if it’s the leather or the fact that you can’t take your eyes off me,” he replied, his voice laced with humor.

„Oh, I can’t help it. Who wouldn’t want to stare at a fine view like that?” Eren teased, his tone dripping with flirtation.

Levi let out a quiet chuckle. „Always known you had a leather fetish.” He was glad to see Eren was back to his usual self. The teasing felt natural again, and the frustration from earlier seemed to have melted away.

Eren let out a breath that sounded almost like a moan. „Reminding me of that choker, huh? Fuck. When are you wearing it again for me?”

„Watch the road, Eren. Keep your eyes off my ass and your mind out of the gutter,” Levi said, though there was no real bite behind his words. It was more of a playful reminder.

„Sure, sure, just appreciating what’s in front of me,” Eren shot back with a grin, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth.

Levi smirked to himself, glad to see the playfulness return. For once, he didn’t mind the attention. Eren’s mood had shifted, and that was all that mattered.

The miles passed easily, the rhythmic hum of their bikes blending with the wind around them. Eren kept the banter flowing, but it wasn’t just about the teasing anymore—it was about the ease between them, the comfortable silence punctuated by the occasional burst of laughter.

It was moments like these that made the road trip feel worthwhile, their connection growing stronger with each mile.

_

The road stretched on, curving gently as it followed the cliffs, leading them closer to the ocean. The sky had begun to change, the first signs of evening creeping in as the sun dipped lower on the horizon. A soft golden light bathed the landscape, painting the sea with hues of orange and pink. Eren could feel the weight of the day lifting as they neared their destination. The salty scent of the ocean filled the air, carried by the breeze that whipped in from the water. It mixed with the faint, earthy scent of bonfires that had begun to rise from the coastal town below.

Levi’s eyes were focused on the screen of his phone, his thumb flicking through maps, trying to confirm their path. Eren, however, had his gaze fixed on the waves crashing below, each one fierce and powerful. The sight was mesmerizing—the ocean stretched endlessly before him, wild and free, much like the journey they were on.

„Strong and wild and beautiful,” Eren murmured to himself, a smile tugging at his lips.

Levi’s voice cut through the sound of the wind, deep and steady. „Just like you.”

Eren’s heart skipped a beat at the unexpected compliment. For a split second, he forgot to breathe, caught off guard by the sincerity in Levi’s words. He turned to look at Levi, his eyes wide, but Levi was already back to scanning the map, as if nothing had happened. It was as if the moment had never existed—except that Eren could still feel the warmth of it blooming in his chest.

„We’re almost there,” Levi continued, his voice casual, as if he hadn’t just thrown a romantic compliment Eren’s way. „Paradis City is just a few miles away.”

Eren blinked, trying to shake off the lingering feeling that had settled in his chest. „Paradis City?” he repeated, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. „Like: Take me down to the Paradise City where the grass is green and…”

Levi shot him a look, rolling his eyes. „Shut up, idiot. It’s just a small town by the ocean. We sleep there.” He paused for a second, then added, his voice teasing, „And if you’re looking for green grass, I’ve got something for later.”

Eren couldn’t help but laugh, his grin wide. „Sounds nice. So where do we crash? Is there a motel?”

Levi gave him a sideways glance, a glint of something almost mischievous in his eyes. „Just follow me.”

Eren nodded, a sense of relief settling in his chest. The long trip had been tiring, but the promise of a quiet place to sleep and the idea of sharing a good smoke with Levi by the ocean was exactly what they both needed. He followed Levi without hesitation, knowing the night would be theirs to enjoy, and the next few hours would be filled with fun and freedom.

X

Chapter Text

No Regrets 2
Chapter 20 – Paradis City

As they rolled into Paradis City, Eren took in the sight of the small beach town. Unlike the abandoned places they had passed earlier, this town felt alive. Modern buildings mixed with older seaside charm, and despite the fading daylight, he could see the appeal—quaint streets lined with small shops and cafes, string lights starting to flicker to life, and the unmistakable smell of salt, bonfires, and something fried in the air. It wasn’t packed with tourists this time of year, but it was clear the place probably thrived in the summer months.

To Eren’s surprise, Levi pulled up to a place that looked straight out of a travel brochure. A cozy, well-kept bed and breakfast—and when he said „near the beach,“ he meant right fucking there. The ocean stretched out just a few hundred meters away, the waves rolling in against a long stretch of smooth, pale sand. A wooden boardwalk led down to the shore, and beyond that, the water reflected the soft orange hues of the setting sun.

Eren killed his engine and pulled off his helmet, staring at the sign. Paradis Inn B&B.

He turned to Levi, who looked every bit the gruff, leather-clad, tattooed menace that absolutely did not belong at some charming little inn by the beach. The contrast was almost comical.

„You sure this is the place?” Eren asked, raising an eyebrow.

Levi didn’t answer right away. He just pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with practiced ease. The glow of the flame flickered across his face before he took a slow drag, his eyes briefly flicking to his phone.

„I’m sure,” he finally said, voice flat but certain.

Eren stepped closer, glancing at the screen just as Levi tried to tilt it away. But he saw it—a reservation.

Eren’s big green eyes snapped up to Levi, his lips twitching into a grin. „That’s why you gave me shit for wasting time,” he said, the disbelief in his voice barely masking his amusement. „You planned this stop. You booked a room.”

Levi exhaled, blowing smoke straight into Eren’s face. „Shut up.”

Eren just laughed, completely unfazed by the smoke curling around him. He turned, looking out at the ocean, taking in the difference from the cliffs they had passed earlier. The water was calmer here, a deep, steady blue instead of the wild, crashing waves they had seen before. The sky above it was painted in pinks and purples, the first stars starting to peek through. The whole place looked… peaceful.

Levi flicked the cigarette away, only having smoked half of it. „Come on. Let’s check in.”

Inside, the Paradis Inn was as inviting as it looked from the outside—warm wooden interiors, soft lighting, and the smell of something freshly baked lingering in the air. The kind of place that felt effortlessly comfortable.

A friendly, middle-aged woman greeted them at the front desk, her smile warm but eyes sharp—like she was used to reading people in an instant.

„Welcome to Paradis Inn! You must be Levi,” she said, grabbing a key from behind the desk. „And you must be Eren.”

Eren blinked. „Uh, yeah?”

Levi just sighed. „Told them there’d be two of us.”

The woman chuckled. „No worries, sweetheart. We don’t judge.”

Eren, caught off guard, choked on a laugh while Levi just grabbed the key without another word.

„Your place is one of the private beach cabins,” she continued. „They’re separate from the main house, just down that path toward the water. You’ve got your own space—bedroom, small living area, bathroom. No kitchen, but breakfast is in the main house every morning. Should be nice and quiet for you boys.”

Eren glanced at Levi, trying to read his expression, but the man just nodded like this was exactly what he expected.

„Thanks,” Levi said simply.

As they stepped outside, key in hand, Eren shook his head with a smirk. „You really went all out for this, huh?”

Levi rolled his eyes. „It’s a place to sleep.”

Eren chuckled. „Sure it is.”

_

Eren let the teasing drop, something softer settling into his chest as he watched Levi. The man was pretending to be completely unfazed, busying himself with his boots like booking a beachfront cabin for them wasn’t a big deal. Like it wasn’t the most “romantic boyfriend“ thing Levi had ever done.

Eren wasn’t much for romance either—not in the traditional sense. Neither of them were. They were rough around the edges, all sharp words and stubborn pride, but this… This was different.

Without a word, he stepped closer, sliding his arms around Levi’s waist from behind. At first, Levi stiffened, unaccustomed to affection coming without warning. But Eren didn’t let go. He pressed his forehead to the back of Levi’s neck for a moment, silent appreciation hanging in the air between them.

„Thanks,” he murmured against Levi’s skin.

Levi sighed, like Eren was being ridiculous. „For what?”

Eren turned him around, hands gentle but firm as he cupped Levi’s face. His thumbs brushed over Levi’s sharp cheekbones, tracing the line of his jaw, the faint stubble there. Grey eyes met green, guarded at first, but Eren saw through him. He saw the effort, the thought Levi had put into this.

„For this,” Eren said simply. „For everything.”

Levi’s lips parted slightly, but whatever sarcastic remark he had planned never made it out. Eren kissed him before he could.

It wasn’t soft—Eren wasn’t soft. It was raw. He kissed Levi the way he always would, whether they were in a bloody cage or covered in oil stains after a long day of working on their bikes. Whether Levi’s hands were ink-stained from sketching designs, or their knuckles were split from a fight. It didn’t matter. He would kiss Levi in any version of their life. Because he just loved him.

Levi groaned against his mouth, the sound low and grounding, his fingers tightening in Eren’s shirt, pulling him closer. Eren tilted his head, deepening the kiss, his tongue sliding against Levi’s, tasting smoke and coffee and something undeniably Levi.

Levi bit his lip, tugging just enough to make Eren shudder before swallowing the noise that escaped him. His hands moved, gripping Eren’s hips, nails pressing into his skin through his shirt. He kissed back just as hard, just as desperate, like he wanted to carve this moment into Eren’s bones.

When they finally pulled back, Eren’s breath was heavy, his forehead resting against Levi’s. The air between them was thick, charged, the only sound the distant waves and their own uneven breathing.

Levi, always one to break the moment before it got too heavy, exhaled and muttered, „Dramatic bastard.”

Eren let out a breathless laugh, his fingers still tangled in Levi’s hair. „I love you.”

Levi didn’t answer, but he didn’t need to. Instead, he leaned in again, catching Eren’s mouth in another kiss, slower this time—like he wanted to take his time burning this into memory.

As they parted, Eren ran his thumb over Levi’s bottom lip, tugging slightly before exhaling a lovesick, „Fuck.” Even after two years together, Levi still had this effect on him—still made his pulse stutter, his chest feel too full.

Sometimes, it still caught him off guard. That rush. That feeling. Like he was falling all over again, like he was feeling love for the first time in his life.

It overwhelmed him in a way he never expected—not in a suffocating way, but in a way that made him crave more, made him want to hold onto Levi and never let go.

But if he didn’t step back now, he wouldn’t at all.

So, Eren forced himself to create space, inhaling deeply as he let his fingers slip away. He turned, letting his eyes wander the room, looking for anything to ground him, anything to keep his thoughts from spiraling into how badly he still wanted Levi.

That’s when he spotted the small table near the window. On top of it, there were a few flyers and pamphlets neatly arranged—local attractions, beach activities, and most importantly, restaurant menus.

Eren reached over, flipping through the stack. „Hey,” he said, voice still a little rough from their kiss, „do you wanna go out for dinner or order something in?”

Levi, who had been watching him with that unreadable gaze, took a slow breath and ran a hand through his hair. He glanced at the flyers but didn’t immediately answer. Instead, he pulled out his pack of cigarettes again and tapped one against the box before slipping it between his lips.

„Depends,” Levi said, voice low and casual, though there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes. „You feeling social, or you wanna be a lazy shit?”

Eren huffed a laugh, shaking his head as he scanned the menus. „I mean, the lazy shit option is tempting, but some of these places look pretty nice.” He turned one of the menus toward Levi, pointing. „This one’s got seafood. Fresh catch, grilled right on the beach.”

Levi exhaled smoke, considering. He wasn’t usually one for crowded places, but the idea of sitting outside by the ocean, eating something good, just the two of them—yeah, that didn’t sound so bad.

„Alright,” Levi finally said, flicking his lighter closed. „Let’s go.”

Eren smirked. „Yeah?”

„Yeah.” Levi took another slow drag of his cigarette, then met Eren’s gaze with a smirk of his own.

„But you’re paying,” Eren said, batting his lashes at him.

Levi rolled his eyes. „Of course I am, princess.”

Eren grinned. „Figures. You’d better—since you’re the one pulling all that romantic shit. It’s basically your duty to wine and dine me like I’m your lady.” His tone was mocking, just enough to push.

Levi kicked him—hard, with enough force to make his point. „Shut the fuck up and get ready.”

Eren just laughed, feeling light, warm, and completely fucking in love—like it was the first time all over again.

_

The restaurant had a laid-back vibe, the open terrace offering a perfect view of the ocean. The evening air was crisp but not unbearable, the salty breeze rolling in with the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore.

Eren stretched out, sinking comfortably into his seat. The chatter around them was soft, mixed with the occasional clink of silverware and quiet laughter. It was the kind of atmosphere that made him relax without thinking about it—a rarity for him.

When the waitress approached, she lit the candle on their table, the small flame flickering inside a large glass lantern. Eren chuckled under his breath, his fingers brushing over the tablecloth. It wasn’t like this was some fancy, romantic dinner, but the gesture still made heat creep up his neck.

Levi, of course, didn’t react to the candle at all. If anything, he looked at it once, probably thinking about lighting a joint on it, which only made Eren’s smile widen. That was so damn Levi.

And fuck, he couldn’t stop looking at him.

Levi sat there like he owned the damn place, dressed in his usual black leather jacket, looking like the biggest badass this little beach town had probably ever seen. His sharp features were half-hidden in the warm glow of the candlelight, silver eyes catching flickers of gold whenever the flame moved.

Yeah. Eren was down bad.

He propped his elbow on the table, resting his chin in his hand as he smirked. „You know,” he murmured, just loud enough for Levi to hear, „you look like a fucking crime boss sitting here.”

Levi flicked his eyes up from the menu, raising an eyebrow. „That supposed to be a compliment?”

Eren grinned. „Absolutely. You’ve got the whole ‘dangerous but hot’ thing going for you.”

Levi snorted, shaking his head as he went back to reading. „Idiot.”

But Eren didn’t miss the way the corner of Levi’s mouth twitched—the smallest, barely-there smile.

Eren leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on Levi, the flickering candlelight only making him look more unfairly good. He smirked, tilting his head as he took in the sight before him.

„I think this town just got ist first real bad boy,” he teased, voice low and suggestive. „Leather jacket, tattoos, that permanent ‘I don’t give a fuck’ expression. Pretty sure you’re making at least half the people here rethink their life choices.”

Levi barely looked up from his menu, unimpressed. „And what about the other half?”

Eren smirked, leaning in slightly. „They’re probably wondering if you’re here to steal their hearts… or their wallets.”

Levi let out a slow exhale, setting the menu down like he was debating whether to actually entertain this or smack Eren over the head with it. „Tch. You’re so damn dramatic.”

Eren’s grin widened. „Nah, I’m just distracted. Hard to focus on food when you’re sitting there looking like a whole damn sin.”

Levi’s fingers twitched slightly, but he kept his expression neutral, the only giveaway being the subtle pink dusting his ears. „You’re gonna be real disappointed if you think this sin is gonna forgive yours.”

„Oh, I don’t need forgiveness,” Eren murmured, letting his eyes drag over Levi in a slow, deliberate way. „Just need you to punish me a little.”

Levi didn’t lower the menu right away, but Eren could see the shift in his grip—the slight pause, the way his fingers tapped against the paper like he was considering something. When he finally did lower it, his eyes locked onto Eren’s, dark and unreadable for a second before something sharp and knowing flickered through them.

„Oh?” Levi hummed, tilting his head slightly, his voice smooth but laced with something dangerous. „That so?”

Eren swallowed, his cocky grin faltering just a little under that look.

Levi leaned in, resting his elbow on the table, his chin propped against his hand as he dragged his gaze over Eren, slow and deliberate.

„You want punishment?” Levi mused, voice deceptively casual. „Tch. And here I thought you were just desperate for attention.”

He let a smirk tug at his lips, gaze flicking down Eren’s body just long enough to make it obvious before meeting his eyes again. „Or is there something specific you want me to do to you, brat?”

Eren exhaled a little too sharply, a warmth creeping up his neck. He had been trying to fluster Levi, and somehow, the bastard had turned it right back on him.

Still, he wasn’t about to lose that easily.

Eren mirrored Levi’s posture, leaning in as well, their faces just inches apart now. His voice dropped lower, laced with heat. „I dunno… how cruel are you feeling tonight?”

Levi’s smirk deepened, his fingers tapping against the table as if considering his answer. Then he sat back, reaching for his glass of water, deliberately ignoring Eren’s obvious challenge as he took a slow sip.

„We’ll see,” Levi murmured, setting the glass down with a quiet clink. „Depends on how good you are.”

Eren grinned, his stomach flipping. Damn. Levi always knew exactly how to play this game.

He swallowed, his heart racing. He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips as he leaned back slightly, eyes burning with desire and a hint of mischief. „Oh, I’ll make sure I’m really good for you,” he said, his voice low, the words dripping with intent.

Levi smirked, the atmosphere between them charged with that unspoken promise. „We’ll see about that.”

He leaned back in his chair, eyeing the wine list with a rare moment of consideration. Normally, he’d stick to his rum and coke, or whisky—simple, no-nonsense, a drink to enjoy… or get the job done—but tonight… something felt different.

„I’ll have a glass of Cabernet,” Levi told the waiter, his voice steady. There was something uncharacteristically relaxed about him. Maybe it was the ocean air, or maybe it was Eren sitting across from him, looking like trouble and temptation wrapped in a form-fitting shirt.

Eren raised an eyebrow, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as he leaned in. „The same for me,“ he said, sparing the waitress a quick glance.

„How about we make it a bottle?“ Levi added smoothly.

It didn’t take long for their order to arrive. The wine was a deep, bloody red—not too dry, just rich enough to linger.

Eren caught the wine glass the waiter poured, taking a slow sip, feeling the warmth settle in his chest. The wine was smooth, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Levi’s gaze.

„Red wine? Fancy,“ Eren teased, tracing a finger along the rim of his glass, his eyes never leaving Levi. „Are you sure you’re not trying to class up your reputation?“

Levi shot him a sharp, amused look. „Don’t mistake me for some rich fool trying to be something I’m not,” he muttered, though there was a playfulness in his tone that made Eren’s grin widen. „It’s the place. The moment. It fits.”

Eren leaned back, tilting his head as he studied Levi, a slow smile spreading across his face. „And here I thought maybe it was the company.“

„Cabernet Sauvignon.“ He swirled the dark liquid in his glass before taking another sip. „I like the color. Would look nice running down your skin. I could lick it up.”

His voice dropped lower, deliberately sultry, and he leaned forward, making sure Levi caught the heat in his gaze. „You make anything look good.”

Levi let out a quiet chuckle, something darker flickering in his eyes as he leaned in slightly. „Careful, Eren,“ he murmured, voice low and dangerous. „Keep talking like that, and I might just forget we’re in public.“

Eren’s grin turned wicked. „Maybe that’s exactly what I want,“ he shot back, his eyes glinting with challenge.

Levi studied him for a moment, his gaze flicking from Eren’s lips to his eyes, then back to the bottle of wine he’d ordered. Without breaking the stare, he picked up his glass, swirling it lazily before taking a sip. He licked a drop of wine from his lips, watching Eren intently. „You’re really starting to get under my skin.“

Eren shrugged, playing it casual, though the smirk on his face told a different story. „You’ve always liked it when I do, Levi. Don’t act like you’re not enjoying this.“

Levi didn’t respond at first. He simply took another sip of wine, his gaze never wavering. The air between them was charged, thick with something unspoken. As the sea breeze ruffled his hair and the soft glow of the restaurant lights bathed their table, the moment felt electric. Like they were on the edge of something raw and real.

Eren leaned in, lowering his voice just enough for only Levi to hear. „You might want to be careful, though. You’re making me want to take you back to that cabin and skip dinner altogether.”

Levi didn’t flinch. Instead, he smirked, his eyes darkening slightly. „You’re the one making it hard to keep my cool, Eren. But we’re not here just so I can drag you back and fuck you—we can do that in the city. Look at the ocean. That’s not something you see every day.“

Eren followed Levi’s comment, his gaze shifting toward the rolling waves. He took a deep breath, letting the salty air fill his lungs. When he turned back, Levi was watching him with a rare softness—his smirk gone, replaced with something quieter.

Eren smiled. „Just because I have you every day—our relationship—it doesn’t make it any less special. The ocean looks incredible, but being here with you is what makes it perfect.“

Levi scoffed, quickly taking another sip of wine, as if the words had hit deeper than he was willing to admit. The dark red stained his lips for a brief second before his tongue flicked out to wipe it away.

„And you tell me I’m the fucking romantic one for booking a room,” Levi muttered. „You’re the one pulling out all this damn feelings talk.”

He ran a hand through his hair—a nervous gesture. Vulnerability wasn’t something he handled well, even if he secretly liked hearing Eren say it.

Eren smirked, tilting his glass toward Levi. „I’m not romantic. It’s the place. The moment. It fits.” He threw Levi’s own words back at him with a teasing lilt.

Levi scoffed, narrowing his eyes, but there was no real bite behind it. He rolled his eyes and clinked his glass against Eren’s anyway.

The playful challenge between them lingered in the air, thick with unspoken promises. But beneath all of it—the teasing, the heat, the tension—there was something deeper. Love, steady and undeniable.

The night was still young, but they both knew—it would be anything but ordinary.

_

They walked back with the rest of the bottle of wine, their pace unhurried, the night air crisp against their skin. The stars overhead burned brighter than they ever did back in Trost, undisturbed by city lights. The ocean breeze had cooled with the setting sun, carrying the scent of salt and damp sand.

Paradis City wasn’t fully asleep—there were still a few people lingering on the streets, couples strolling hand in hand, laughter spilling softly from a bar in the distance—but the path leading to their cabin was quiet. Just the sound of their boots against the pavement and the rhythmic crashing of waves in the background.

Eren glanced at Levi, and for a moment, he forgot about everything else. The ocean stretched behind him, dark and endless, the waves barely stirring under the moon’s glow. The silver light softened Levi’s sharp features, turning his hard edges into something almost ethereal. His pale skin stood out against the black leather of his jacket, and his storm-grey eyes reflected the night sky, glinting like polished silver.

Eren felt his chest tighten—just a little. Levi was beautiful in the moonlight.

„You’re staring,” Levi muttered, breaking the silence. His voice was low, almost amused, as he brought the wine bottle to his lips for another slow sip.

Eren smirked, unfazed. „Yeah. And?”

Levi exhaled, handing the bottle over without argument, letting Eren drink straight from it as they kept walking. He didn’t push Eren’s staring away, didn’t roll his eyes or snap at him. He just walked beside him.

And Eren kept looking at him, because really—Eren wasn’t just staring. He was memorizing.

Levi didn’t pull away when Eren grabbed his hand, their fingers slotting together naturally. His grip was firm but relaxed, like he was used to this by now—not that he’d ever admit it out loud.

Eren took another sip of wine before glancing back at Levi, the corner of his mouth lifting. „What, no snarky remark?”

Levi huffed, his thumb idly brushing against Eren’s knuckles. „Tch. If you wanna be a clingy drunk, fine. Just don’t trip over your own damn feet.”

Eren chuckled, squeezing Levi’s hand slightly before letting their arms swing between them as they walked. „I’m not drunk.”

Levi shot him a knowing look, but his lips twitched like he was holding back a smirk. „Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Eren laughed, the sound blending into the distant crash of waves. The warmth of Levi’s hand in his own was grounding, something solid amid the quiet vastness of the ocean and the sky above them.

Without thinking, Eren lifted their joined hands, pressing a slow kiss to the back of Levi’s. His lips lingered there for a moment, warm against Levi’s skin, before he stopped in his tracks, tugging Levi toward him.

Levi barely had time to react before Eren pulled him close, their bodies aligning in the quiet of the night. The wine bottle hung loosely in Levi’s free hand, but Eren had all of his attention now.

„A kiss would help me sleep,” Eren murmured against Levi’s lips, his voice low and teasing, the words brushing over his skin like the ocean breeze.

Levi’s breath hitched—just slightly—but Eren caught it. Before Levi could roll his eyes or tell him to quit being a dramatic idiot, Eren closed the distance, pressing their mouths together.

The kiss was slow at first, unhurried, like they had all the time in the world. Eren tasted the wine on Levi’s lips, rich and dark, mixed with the salt of the sea air. Levi’s hand tightened around his, and Eren felt the warmth of his palm against his own, grounding him, holding him in place.

The ocean whispered behind them, the night wrapping around them like something sacred. Every part of this moment felt perfect. The wine on Levi’s lips. The rough warmth of his palm. The way the breeze toyed with his dark hair.

The soft gasp that escaped Levi when Eren deepened the kiss.

And the steady, relentless drum of Eren’s heart.

X

Day 4

The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the small cabin. The scent of salt and fresh air lingered, mixing with the faint traces of wine and the warmth of sleep.

Eren blinked slowly, his body heavy with the kind of exhaustion that came from a damn good night—both the wine and Levi’s hands on him. The sheets were a tangled mess around them, twisted from restless sleep and everything that had come before it.

The bed was stupidly comfortable, making the contrast from the previous night in that cramped tent even more noticeable. He stretched lazily, muscles pulling pleasantly, and beside him, Levi shifted.

Eren smirked. He wasn’t even surprised—Levi was a light sleeper, always had been. Even now, in the safety of this quiet beach town, his instincts wouldn’t let him rest too deeply.

Levi’s brow furrowed slightly, his face half-buried in the pillow as he let out a soft, irritated noise at Eren’s movements. His bare shoulder peeked out from the sheets, the morning light making his pale skin look even softer.

Eren watched him for a moment, warmth pooling low in his stomach at the sight. Then, unable to resist, he leaned in, brushing his lips lazily over Levi’s shoulder. „Morning,” he murmured, voice still thick with sleep.

Levi grumbled something incoherent, shifting again but not quite opening his eyes yet.

Eren chuckled, pressing another kiss against his skin, slower this time. „Come on, wake up. You look too good like this—it’s distracting.”

Levi let out a long breath through his nose, finally cracking one eye open to glare at him. „Tch. You never shut up, do you?”

Eren grinned, his fingers tracing idle patterns against Levi’s side. „Not when I have good reason to talk.”

Levi huffed, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he let his eyes slip closed again, the smallest hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

„Five more minutes,” he muttered, for once.

Eren let him have it.

_

The breakfast spread at the B&B was nothing short of amazing—warm bread, hard-boiled eggs, an assortment of jellies, cheese, and fresh fruit. The scent of coffee filled the air, and even the tea selection was impressive. It was the kind of cozy, homey meal that felt worlds away from their usual grab-and-go lifestyle.

But what really made Eren grin was the sight of Levi, sitting there in all his dark, inked-up glory, wrapped around a dainty porcelain mug decorated with tiny painted flowers. The contrast was almost laughable—Levi, with his ripped black jeans, leather jacket slung over the back of his chair, black-painted nails tapping idly against the cup, and the faint smudge of eyeliner still around his piercing grey eyes. He looked like he belonged in the back of a smoke-filled bar, not in this soft, sunlit inn where the rest of the guests looked like they’d come straight out of a travel magazine.

Not that Eren fit in much better. His old band tee hung loose over his frame, his dark jeans rode low on his hips, and his biker boots—his only pair of shoes for the trip. His hair was tied back in a messy bun, and the ink that traced down his arm stood stark against his skin.

Still, none of that seemed to bother the woman who ran the inn. She greeted them just as warmly as the day before, beaming as she set down a fresh pot of coffee.

„You two make such a cute couple,” she said with a bright smile, before heading off to tend to another table.

Levi barely blinked, only raising an eyebrow at the comment. It was probably the first time in his life someone had called him cute—besides Eren, of course, and maybe Isabel.

As soon as the woman was out of earshot, Levi muttered, „Dunno… maybe she’s on drugs. You can’t be in that good of a mood to strangers without taking something.”

Eren snorted, nearly choking on his coffee. „Or maybe…” he leaned back, smirking. „She’s just a nice lady who likes living by the ocean and running her little business.”

Levi scoffed, dunking his tea bag a little more aggressively than necessary. „The fuck kind of life is that?”

Eren just grinned, shaking his head. He let Levi stew in his skepticism for a moment before changing the subject. „So… what are we doing today?”

Levi shrugged, taking a sip from his ridiculously delicate floral cup. „Your choice.”

Eren pretended to think for a moment, then suddenly smirked, leaning in close—just enough that Levi could hear him over the morning chatter. „We could take the bikes out, ride around the city… maybe find a good spot,” he murmured, voice dropping just a little.

Levi raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. „And?”

Eren bit his lip, watching Levi’s expression carefully as he added, „And you can finally fuck me on my Harley.”

Levi stilled, tea mug halfway to his lips. His gaze flickered to Eren’s mouth, then lower, before he leaned back slightly, exhaling through his nose. „…You really have no shame, do you?”

Eren grinned. „Nope.”

Levi tilted his head, considering. Then, after a moment, he took another sip of tea, completely unfazed. „Finish your damn breakfast first.”

Eren’s stomach tightened at the implication, but he laughed, reaching for another slice of bread. „You know, for someone who acts like they don’t give a shit, you’re really easy to convince.”

Levi didn’t respond right away—just smirked slightly over the rim of his cup, eyes sharp and knowing. „Tch. You wish.”

Eren leaned forward on his arms on the table, eyes locked onto Levi with a knowing smirk. „You know you want my ass bent over that bike,” he whispered, voice thick with suggestion.

Levi didn’t react at first, just lifted his tea mug like he hadn’t heard. But Eren knew better. He saw the slight twitch in Levi’s fingers, the way his jaw tensed just a little. That was all the confirmation he needed.

„You promised me you’d do it when the bike was finished,” Eren continued, cocking an eyebrow. „Well, it’s been finished for weeks now, and this is the perfect location. Not some shabby-ass parking lot…” His smirk deepened as he sat back slightly, watching Levi’s reaction. „Fuck me with an ocean view.”

Levi snorted mid-sip, barely managing to keep from choking on his tea. He bit the inside of his cheek, shaking his head as amusement flickered in his storm-grey eyes. „You’re such a horny shit.”

Eren grinned, leaning back in his chair and lifting his coffee cup to his lips. „You can’t say you don’t want to, huh?” he teased, taking a slow sip, watching Levi over the rim.

Levi exhaled through his nose, setting his tea down with a soft clink of porcelain against wood. He looked at Eren for a long moment, eyes sharp, assessing. Then, finally, he clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

„You’re a goddamn menace.”

Eren just smirked wider. „And yet, here you are. Still staring at my mouth like you’re thinking about what I can do with it.”

Levi huffed, shaking his head as he reached for his tea. „You can talk a shitload of shit, that’s for sure.”

Eren didn’t miss a beat. He tilted his head, eyes glinting with smug satisfaction. „Yeah? And I can suck your fat cock, too.”

Levi froze for half a second, fingers tightening just slightly around the handle of his mug. His expression was a perfect mix of amusement, annoyance, and something darker—something that made Eren’s stomach tighten with anticipation. Levi took a slow sip of tea, clearly pretending like he wasn’t affected, but Eren saw right through him.

„That’s not breakfast conversation,” Levi muttered, voice just a little rougher than before.

Eren leaned in, voice dropping just enough for only Levi to hear. „Oh? And when exactly do you prefer me talking about where to put your dick and how you’re gonna fuck me?”

Levi exhaled sharply, setting his mug down with a little more force than necessary. He shot Eren a look—one that said he was both two seconds away from shutting him up and two seconds away from dragging him out of the damn café.

Eren just grinned, slow and deliberate, like he knew he had Levi exactly where he wanted him.

Levi rolled his eyes, but there was no denying the heat in his gaze. He lifted his mug again, taking a slow sip, letting Eren stew in the silence.

Finally, he muttered, „Finish your damn breakfast, and we’ll see.”

Eren’s grin was nothing short of victorious.

As the woman who ran the inn walked by their table again, Eren, still lounging comfortably in his chair, flashed her a charming smile. On the surface, he was all innocence—sweet, polite—but Levi knew better. There was mischief in his eyes, the kind that usually led to trouble.

„Hey,” Eren said smoothly, catching her attention. „Do you happen to know any good spots on the beach? Somewhere a little more… private?”

She paused, tilting her head in curiosity. „Oh? Planning something special?”

Eren’s grin widened. Levi could already tell this was going to be some shameless bullshit.

„Yeah, just looking for a nice, quiet place for some alone time with my cute boyfriend,” Eren answered easily, flashing Levi a deliberately sweet look before turning back to the woman. „You know, something a little romantic. Somewhere no one else is around.”

Levi’s eye twitched. He took a slow, deliberate bite of fruit, chewing like he wasn’t part of whatever the hell Eren was pulling.

The woman, completely oblivious to Eren’s real intentions, beamed. „Oh! How lovely. There’s a little cove a few miles down, just past the cliffs. Hard to reach unless you know where to look, but it’s beautiful—practically untouched.”

Eren’s smirk deepened. „That sounds perfect. Think you could give me directions?”

„Of course, honey,” she said warmly. „I’ll grab you a map.” She bustled off, completely unaware of the absolute chaos she was enabling.

Levi sighed, setting his fork down. „Tch. You have no shame.”

Eren turned to him, his smirk nothing short of wicked. „Not even a little.”

_

With the map to the hidden ocean spot tucked into the back pocket of his jeans, Eren left the B&B’s main house with Levi at his side. The morning sun was warm against his skin, and the salty breeze carried the scent of the sea, mixing with the faint aroma of fresh pastries from a bakery nearby.

Eren took a moment to tilt his head back, letting the sun bathe his face, stretching his arms out in satisfaction. It was the kind of day that felt too good to rush.

„You know,” he mused, glancing at Levi, „we could take a walk around the city first. Check out the town, grab lunch somewhere, go back to shower, and then take the bikes out.”

Levi gave him a flat look. „We just had breakfast, and you’re already thinking about lunch?”

Eren rolled his eyes. „Why do you always have to complain about my thoughts?”

Levi snorted, his voice laced with amusement. „Because you either think about food or fucking.” He gave Eren a side glance, lips twitching. „Or bikes.”

Eren placed a hand over his heart in mock offense. „Not true. I think about you too.” He reached for Levi’s hand, intertwining their fingers as he continued, his voice dipping into something softer. „About kissing you, about being with you…”

Levi scoffed, but his grip on Eren’s hand didn’t loosen. Instead, he exhaled sharply and, without warning, pushed himself up on the tips of his boots to press a quick kiss against Eren’s lips.

Eren grinned against his mouth, savoring the brief touch before Levi pulled away.

„Yeah, whatever,” Levi muttered, but there was no bite to it. „Let’s take that walk. We’ve been on the bikes for days—I need to move my damn legs.”

Eren chuckled, tugging Levi along as they started down the cobblestone street. The town stretched out ahead of them, a mix of old stone buildings and newer storefronts, colorful awnings shading outdoor café tables. The air buzzed with life—locals chatting, shopkeepers setting out displays, the distant hum of waves crashing against the shore.

It was a perfect morning, and Eren intended to enjoy every second of it. Especially with Levi by his side.

_

They wandered down the street, their hands still intertwined as they explored the heart of Paradis City. The warmth of the sun and the salty sea breeze mingled, creating an atmosphere that felt both fresh and nostalgic. It was the kind of day that invited you to slow down, to take in every detail of the world around you.

As they passed a small corner shop, Eren’s gaze caught a display of loose teas. He tugged on Levi’s sleeve, grinning with excitement. „Hey, look at that! Tea. You should try something new, and I’ll get you a souvenir.”

Levi shot him a skeptical look but followed him inside anyway. The tiny shop smelled of dried herbs and fruit, the shelves lined with glass jars filled with every imaginable blend. Eren moved with purpose, quickly picking out a special tea blend and a mug with a tacky but endearing design of Paradis City’s landmarks. The mug was clearly made for tourists, with colorful illustrations of the coastline and the little winding streets.

Eren handed it to Levi, the brown paper bag crinkling as he pressed it into his hands. He kissed Levi’s temple lightly, his arm sliding around the smaller man’s shoulder. „Here, for my favorite bad boy.”

Levi muttered an almost unrecognizable „thanks,” his voice lacking ist usual bite. Eren noticed how uncomfortable Levi was with these kinds of gestures—sweet, innocent moments that Eren seemed to be constantly throwing at him. But Levi didn’t pull away, just grumbled, probably because he wasn’t used to being on the receiving end of such affection.

Eren let it go, not wanting to push any further. Instead, he flashed a casual grin. „A tea shop like this would suit you.”

Levi shot him an irritated look. „What are you talking about?”

„Nothing,” Eren replied easily, waving off the teasing. „Just saying… If you didn’t have No Regrets,” he added, his tone curious but light, „what would you do instead of tattoos?”

Levi’s eyes narrowed slightly, a sharp edge appearing in his voice. „I’d be in jail… or dead.”

Eren didn’t flinch, didn’t look away. He knew Levi’s past well enough—the violence, the deals, the drugs. It wasn’t a secret, and it never bothered him. „I’d say jail,” he responded with a slight shrug, a hint of humor in his voice. „I could do something fucked up and end up there with you.”

Levi snorted, shaking his head. „Idiot.”

Eren chuckled softly. „That’s not what I meant.” He paused, then asked with genuine curiosity, „Have you ever thought about doing something else? Something… different? Anything? Doesn’t have to be realistic.”

Levi was quiet for a long moment, staring out at the ocean in the distance, his face unreadable. „No,” he finally said, his voice low. „Having my own tattoo shop was everything I wanted. It was the big dream… I worked for it, fought for it.” He licked his dry lips, his gaze flickering toward the ground as if the memory was something that hurt. „There was nothing else.”

Eren didn’t push. He nodded slowly, accepting the answer, though it sat heavy between them. „I wanted to be a firefighter when I was around five,” Eren said, almost offhand, as if trying to lighten the mood. His eyes drifted towards the ocean, as if the memories could take him back there, to simpler times. „That was my dream.”

Levi raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his gaze. „You and fire?” He grinned, the sharp edge of his words tinged with mockery. „I can smell the explosions from here.”

Eren laughed, a small but genuine sound. „Yeah, well, lucky for the world, I went in a different direction, huh?” His smile widened as he glanced sideways at Levi, that familiar spark in his eyes, teasing but thoughtful.

Levi rolled his eyes but said nothing further, the conversation shifting easily, like it always did with them. But beneath the banter, there was an unspoken understanding between them—two people who had fought for their lives, for their futures, even if they didn’t always know what they wanted out of it.

_

They had gotten street food at that little place on the pier after their shopping trip in Paradis City. The scent of grilled fish and fried shrimp lingered in the salty air as they found a quiet spot to sit, the ocean stretching out beside them and the hum of the boardwalk soft in the background.

Eren handed Levi a taco, grinning. „You’re seriously going to pretend this isn’t the best thing you’ve eaten all week?”

Levi raised an eyebrow, eyeing the taco with mock skepticism before taking a bite. He chewed slowly, then gave a small, thoughtful nod. „I’ve had worse.”

Eren scoffed. „You’ve had way worse. Come on, admit it—I picked well.”

He leaned back slightly, eyes narrowing in playful challenge. „Then again, it’s pretty hard to please you.”

Levi gave a smirk, eyes flicking up to meet Eren’s. „You always manage to please me just fine.”

It took Eren a moment to catch up with the meaning behind Levi’s words. He blinked, then his eyes widened slightly as realization hit. Levi wasn’t talking about the food.

Eren’s grin grew, his heart picking up pace. „That I do, huh?” He leaned in closer, his voice dropping low as he whispered against Levi’s lips, „Please you so good…” His hand brushed the side of Levi’s face, fingers grazing the edge of his jaw as he tilted his head, kissing him again.

The kiss was slow at first, soft and teasing. Eren could taste the faint tang of the fish tacos on Levi’s lips, mixing with the beer they had been drinking. His lips moved against Levi’s with a gentle pressure, their breaths mingling in the quiet space between them. Eren let his fingers slide to the back of Levi’s neck, pulling him a little closer, feeling the warmth of his skin.

Levi responded with a slight shift, his hand coming to rest on Eren’s waist, pulling him in tighter. The kiss deepened as Eren’s grip tightened, and for a moment, the town around them seemed to disappear. The noise of the piers, the smell of the sea—it all faded away as they lost themselves in the moment.

Eren almost forgot about the food entirely, his hands beginning to lose their grip on the basket of shrimp and tacos. He only just caught himself, the edge of a taco nearly slipping from his fingers as he continued to kiss Levi, the heat of the moment making everything else irrelevant.

Levi’s lips were soft but insistent, his tongue brushing against Eren’s as they kissed with increasing intensity. The salty air seemed to wrap around them, mingling with the warmth from the sun as they stayed locked in the kiss, the world around them feeling distant and unimportant.

Eventually, they pulled apart, both breathing a little heavier. Eren’s heart raced, a smile tugging at his lips. „Yeah,” he murmured, eyes half-lidded. „I think I do.”

Levi smirked, his gaze darkening. He reached for his beer, taking a slow sip. „Eat up,” he said, his voice low, teasing. „I want to drive out to that special spot on the beach now.”

Eren’s pulse quickened, and a grin tugged at his lips. „You want to?” He could feel the heat in Levi’s gaze, and the promise of what came next sent a thrill through him.

Levi’s eyes flicked to the food, then back to Eren. „Finish eating. We’ve got something better to do.”

Eren chuckled, eyes glinting. „I’m on it.“

X

The summer evening stretched golden and endless over the deserted beach. The sky was painted in deep shades of orange and pink, the setting sun casting long shadows over the uneven ground. The air was thick with heat, but the breeze rolling in from the ocean carried just enough coolness to kiss sweat-slicked skin. The rhythmic crash of waves against the shore was the only sound—aside from the distant creak of parked motorcycles cooling under the fading sunlight.

Finally - Eren was bent over his Harley Davidson Sportster, his bare chest rising and falling with each deep breath, the heat of his flushed skin pressed against the cool leather of the seat. His jeans were pushed down to his ankles, leaving him completely exposed, his toned thighs flexing as he adjusted his stance. His hands gripped the seat’s edge, knuckles white from anticipation. He was waiting—needing.

Behind him stood Levi, his dark grey eyes locked onto Eren’s bare body with a look of raw hunger. The soft glow of sunset reflected in those stormy depths, making them darker, more intense. His face was unreadable—calm, composed—but the tension in his jaw, the slight part of his lips, betrayed the simmering desire beneath his controlled exterior.

His pale skin contrasted starkly against the ink that curled over his arms—intricate black tattoos that stretched down to his wrists, shifting as his muscles flexed. The only thing covering his upper body was a fitted black shirt, slightly wrinkled from the summer heat, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His leather biker pants were shoved down enough to free himself, the rest pooling around his thighs.

Levi ran a firm hand over the curve of Eren’s ass, his touch rough, possessive. His fingers spread him apart, exposing the slickness already gathering there. A smirk tugged at his lips.

„You always this desperate for me?” His voice was low, teasing, but the dark edge behind it sent a shiver up Eren’s spine.

Eren exhaled shakily, his hips pushing back just a little. „You gonna keep talking, or are you gonna do something about it?”

Levi chuckled, shaking his head. „So fucking impatient.”

He brought two fingers to his lips, wetting them with his tongue before pressing them against Eren’s entrance. He started slow, teasing, tracing soft circles around the tight muscle, making Eren twitch beneath him. Then, without warning, he pushed one finger inside, feeling the way Eren’s body instinctively clenched around him.

Eren’s tight entrance opened up under the gentle pressure, letting Levi’s finger slip in—the knowledge of what was to come, the promised pleasure, and the high of ecstasy that always followed.

Levi felt the hot, velvet inside, slick from lube. His fingertip traced its way over hidden nerve ends, his touch making Eren shiver.

Eren sucked in a sharp breath, his body tensing for just a second before relaxing into the intrusion. Levi was deliberate, twisting his finger as he moved, stretching him open. He added a second one and got sucked right in. He scissored them apart, his touch rough but calculated. The sight of Eren stretched open for him, his digits sliding in and out between those round ass cheeks, made Levi’s cock throb in anticipation.

His other hand went for Eren’s hard cock, just to feel how desperate Eren was, too. He stroked him slowly, feeling the curly hair at the base, the soft skin and veins, and the curve up to the swollen crown. Silky skin, sticky. Levi pressed his thumb into the small slit on top, moving it in small circles.

Eren moaned so beautifully for him—being stimulated on both ends. Levi’s finger pressed deeper while his other hand squeezed Eren’s cock a little firmer, feeling it twitch in his palm. Cum dripped down, making his movements smoother.

„You’re already so fucking wet for me,” Levi muttered, his hand leaving Eren’s dick, gripping his hip tightly, nails pressing faint crescents into his sun-kissed skin. „You been thinking about this all day?”

Eren let out a low groan, pushing back against Levi’s fingers, desperate for more friction. „You really need me to answer that?”

Levi chuckled again, but there was an edge to it now—something darker, something barely restrained. He curled his fingers inside Eren, pressing against that perfect spot, and Eren choked on his next breath, his grip tightening on the seat.

„There?” Levi asked, feigning innocence, but the satisfaction in his tone was obvious.

Eren’s breath hitched, his thighs trembling, his walls contrasted against levis fingers as his body couldn’t decide if to push him out or such him in deeper. „Levi—fuck—”

„That’s what I thought.”

Levi withdrew his fingers, watching the way Eren’s body clenched at the loss.

His cock was so hard, the anticipation making him pulse with need. He reached down, stroking himself once, twice, letting his precum smear over the tip before lining himself up against Eren’s entrance. He pressed the reddened head against it—watched as his glans opened Eren even more, how his rim stretched around him, and then disappeared inside his boyfriend. He let it slip inside, just enough to make Eren feel the stretch, the delicate, soft burn, before pulling back again.

Eren let out a frustrated growl. „Levi, fuck, come on.”

„Say it properly,” Levi murmured, his voice a quiet command.

Eren bit his lip, his fingers digging into the seat. „Please.”

„Please what?”

„Please, put your cock inside,” Eren said without shame. „I need you, Levi.”

Levi’s smirk returned. „Good boy.”

And then he pushed in, slowly, letting Eren feel every inch as he stretched him. The heat, the tightness—it was intoxicating. Levi let out a low groan, his hands tightening on Eren’s hips as he sank in deeper, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

Eren gasped, his back arching, the sensation bordering on overwhelming. He felt so full, the stretch burning in the best way, pleasure curling deep in his stomach.

Levi paused for a second, his balls resting against Eren’s ass at the angle Eren bent forward over his bike.

He let Eren adjust before pulling back and thrusting in again, harder this time. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed across the deserted beach, the force making the bike creak slightly beneath Eren’s weight.

Levi fell into a steady rhythm, his thrusts deep and unrelenting, each one making Eren gasp, his thighs trembling. The rough leather of the seat pressed into his stomach, adding to the delicious friction, his cock aching between his legs.

The sound of the ocean mixed with the slick, obscene noises of their bodies meeting, Levi’s balls slapping against Eren’s reddened skin with each thrust. The sunset painted their bodies in molten gold, their sweat glistening under ist last rays.

„Fuck, Levi—“ Eren gasped, his voice ragged, almost lost to the crash of the waves. His eyes squeezed shut, his body bowing as Levi slammed into him harder, faster, his grip turning bruising.

„Look at you,“ Levi growled, breathless, his nails digging into Eren’s hips as he pulled him back onto his cock. „So fucking perfect like this. Taking me so well.“

Eren moaned shamelessly, his back arching further as Levi’s cock hit that devastating spot inside him, making his whole body shudder. The pleasure was unbearable, white-hot, curling in his gut like fire. His own cock was heavy and aching, the friction of the wind on his skin and the roughness of the leather seat against his stomach only adding to his desperation.

„Levi—shit—I’m gonna—“

„Not yet,“ Levi snarled, his hand slipping around Eren’s waist, fingers teasing over his stomach before wrapping around his cock. Squeezing at the base – hard.

Eren’s body trembled, a broken, desperate cry escaping him. His thighs quivered, slick heat pooling deep inside him, every nerve screaming for release, but Levi held him back. The edge was maddening—the delicious tension coiling tight, leaving him achingly sensitive. Every brush of Levi’s fingers across his skin sent shivers rippling down his spine, his breath hitching and his chest rising and falling unevenly. It was the torture of being on the brink, tasting the climax but denied it, the pulse of pleasure twisting with the ache of wanting more, stretching time itself until he thought he might shatter.

Levi paused just long enough to let the moment burn, savoring the delicious torment, the way Eren’s body writhed and pleaded without actually giving in.

Eren blinked rapidly, his head spinning as he gasped for air. His cock pulsed hard in Levi’s firm grip, the swollen glans a deep red, dangerously close to spilling over. Inside him, he could feel Levi mirroring his state; every twitch of his cock sent a shock of pleasure through Eren, and as Levi circled his hips just slightly, Eren could feel exactly how deep he was.

„Levi, please…“ Eren’s voice trembled as he swallowed, his throat dry with need. „Move. I need you. I need to come.“

Levi held him there, merciless, letting him simmer in the exquisite agony of „almost.“ Eren’s eyes rolled back, lips parting in a silent cry, body shivering in need, every nerve ending screaming for release while Levi’s firm, controlled hand grounded him in this delicious limbo.

The denial made every touch, every shift of Levi’s fingers, feel amplified—electric and maddening. It was torture, yes—but in the most addictive, aching way.

Levi’s lips curled into a smirk as he began to thrust into him again, slow at first, savoring each moment. „You want to come?“ he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

Eren whimpered, voice hoarse, desperate. „Levi… please… I—I can’t… I’m gonna… please, let me… fuck, please!“

„Oh, you can,“ Levi growled, squeezing Eren’s cock firmly. „Because you are mine, baby. You can take everything I give you so beautifully.“

Eren’s voice cracked, ragged and desperate. „Yes, I’ll be good for you. Let me take everything. I need you… let me cum—oh shit, please—fuck me, please!“ He gasped, breathless, seconds away from cursing Levi instead of begging him. His brows knitted tightly, cock arching painfully between his legs, balls so tight and full, ready to spill.

„Remember to scream my name when you come,“ Levi instructed, growling, then snapping his hips with precision.

His strokes were firm, matching the brutal pace of his thrusts, and Eren nearly choked on his own breath at the overwhelming stimulation.

Levi’s balls slapped against him with every thrust, the sound filthy, the wet heat between them growing slicker with every roll of Levi’s hips. The air smelled of sweat, sex, and salt, the intensity of it all making Eren dizzy.

Levi’s grip was possessive, his fingers digging into Eren’s hips as he picked up the pace. He could feel Eren tightening around him, his body quivering from pleasure. Levi leaned forward, pressing his chest against Eren’s back, his breath hot against his ear.

„You close?” he murmured, his voice rough, strained.

Eren could only nod, his words lost in a choked moan. His own hand shot down between his legs, fingers wrapping around his cock, stroking himself in time with Levi’s thrusts. The sensation was too much—the heat, the pressure, Levi’s cock hitting that perfect spot inside him over and over again.

Levi groaned at the sight of Eren touching himself, the way his body trembled with each stroke. He was close, too, the tightness in his gut coiling unbearably. His pace turned erratic, desperate, his fingers tightening even more on Eren’s waist.

„Come for me, baby,” Levi ordered, his voice raw.

„Oh shit – Levi!“

Eren’s whole body tensed, his back arching as he let out a ragged moan. His orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, his vision going white as he spilled over his fingers, his release dripping onto the rocks beneath him. His muscles clenched around Levi, drawing him in deeper, making him groan.

Levi thrust into him once, twice more before he came with a sharp, shuddering breath. His hips stilled, his release spilling deep inside Eren, his grip on him almost bruising. His forehead pressed against the sweaty skin of Eren’s back, both of them shaking, breathless.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, the ocean the only witness to their tangled bodies and the fading echoes of their pleasure.

Levi slowly pulled out, watching the way his cum trickled down Eren’s thighs. He smirked, satisfaction gleaming in his dark grey eyes.

„Shit.“ Eren turned his head, still breathless, a lazy grin on his flushed lips. „You’re cleaning my seat this time.”

Levi smirked, dragging his fingers through the mess on the leather before bringing them to his lips, licking them clean. „Yeah?“ he murmured, dark amusement in his tone. „And what if I don’t?“

Eren groaned, shaking his head before straightening, his legs still weak beneath him. „Then I guess I’ll just have to fuck you on your bike next time.“

Levi let out a low chuckle, stepping close, his lips brushing against Eren’s ear as he whispered, „I’d like to see you try.“

The summer breeze wrapped around them, warm and calm, the last light of the sun dipping below the horizon as they stood together on the empty beach—sated, breathless, free.

Levi grabbed Eren’s chin and kissing him, slow and deep. „I love you.”

The sun dipped lower, casting the world in dusk, and for now, the beach was still theirs.

They cleaned themselves up with some tissues, Eren tugging his jeans back up while searching for his shirt, which had somehow ended up draped over the handlebars of his Harley. Levi, ever the practical one, walked toward the shoreline, crouching down to wash his hands in the cold water. The waves rolled gently against the shore in a rhythmic lull.

The beach was a quiet, secluded place—mostly pebbles and sand, with patches of long grass swaying in the evening breeze. Jagged rocks lined one side, forming a natural barrier against the wind, while a narrow, winding road led back up to the main street. It wasn’t an easy descent, but for their bikes, it was no issue. It really was perfect—private, peaceful, and just dangerous enough to make things exciting.

Eren let out a deep laugh as he dropped onto a large rock, stretching his legs out in front of him. „Shit, my legs,” he groaned, rolling his ankles. „Fucking in that position was a whole damn workout. I wasn’t sure if I was gonna fall over with the whole damn bike.”

Levi snorted, arms crossed as he leaned against his Yamaha, watching him with an amused smirk. „Told you there were logistics problems. It’s not exactly easy to fuck on a damn bike.”

Eren grinned, tipping his head back to stare at the darkening sky. „Worth it, though.”

Levi hummed, the corners of his lips twitching slightly. „Your ass is always worth it.”

The way Eren had looked—flushed, desperate, writhing against the leather—Levi would be thinking about it for days. Maybe weeks.

He pushed away from the bike, stepping closer. „C’mon,” he said, nudging Eren’s boot with his own. „Let’s head back before you cramp up and I have to carry your dumb ass.”

Eren huffed a laugh but didn’t argue. The night was settling in, and the air was starting to cool. The ride back would be nice, the wind against their heated skin a welcome contrast.

Still, as he stood, stretching once more before grabbing his helmet, he shot Levi a wicked grin. „How about we find a place to grab a drink before we head back?”

_

They rode back toward Paradis City, the roar of their engines blending with the distant crash of waves against the shore. The ride was smooth, the night air cool against their skin, carrying the lingering scent of salt and seaweed. Instead of heading straight back, they veered toward the docks, ending up in a rundown bar nestled between rusting warehouses and weathered fishing boats. The place had no name—at least, not one that was visible anymore. The old sign above the entrance was so sun-bleached and chipped that whatever had once been written there was long gone.

The bar itself was dimly lit, the kind of place that smelled of spilled beer, cheap cigarettes, and saltwater permanently soaked into the wooden floors. The walls were lined with nautical relics—fishing nets, rusted anchors, and old, yellowed maps pinned up like trophies. Music played from an old stereo near the bar, the sound slightly distorted but still carrying a steady rhythm. The low hum of conversation mixed with the occasional burst of laughter, the clink of glasses, and the scrape of chairs against the wooden floor.

The crowd wasn’t made up of bikers like back home at Kenny’s Underground; instead, it was a rough mix of sailors, longshoremen, and locals who didn’t quite fit into the polished, tourist-friendly part of the city. These were the people who lived on the edges, drinking away exhaustion from long days at sea or drowning whatever troubles kept them anchored to a place like this.

Eren and Levi found a booth near the back, away from the worst of the crowd but still with a good view of the room. The seats were cracked leather, patched up with duct tape, the table scarred with years of knife marks and hastily carved names. Levi sat back with a whiskey in hand, swirling the amber liquid in his glass before taking a slow sip. Eren, less refined, had gone for a beer, taking deep, satisfied gulps before setting the bottle down with a grin.

„This place is a fucking dump,” Levi muttered, but there was no real malice in it. He glanced around, eyes flicking from the grizzled men hunched over the bar to a group playing darts near the stereo.

Eren chuckled, leaning back in his seat, his body loose and relaxed from the ride. „Yeah, but it’s got character. And better music than that tourist shit.”

Levi scoffed. „Barely. That stereo sounds like it’s on ist last legs.”

Eren smirked and tipped his bottle toward him. „So dramatic. You just don’t appreciate the charm of a place like this.”

Levi raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. „The ‘charm’ is that the floor’s probably sticky with a decade’s worth of spilled beer.”

Eren laughed, shaking his head. „Alright, clean freak, let’s just enjoy our drinks before you start judging the sanitation code violations.”

Levi rolled his eyes but took another sip of whiskey. Despite his complaints, he wasn’t really in a hurry to leave. The place was shitty, sure, but it was quiet in ist own way. No one paid them any mind, no one cared who they were or what they were doing. Just two guys, drinking in a bar, far from anything that mattered.

X

Chapter Text

No Regrets 2
Chapter 21 – Back on the Road

Day 5

The next morning, Levi woke early, the soft glow of dawn filtering through the thin curtains of the little cabin Eren had teasingly called their honeymoon suite. The air smelled faintly of salt and last night’s whiskey, mingling with the lingering scent of Eren’s cologne on the sheets.

Levi sat up, raking a hand through his messy black hair, brushing strands away from his forehead as his sleepy eyes settled on Eren beside him. The younger man was still deep in sleep, his breathing slow and steady, lips slightly parted as he snored softly. His long hair was splayed over the pillow, a few strands curling over his cheek.

For the briefest second, Levi let himself wonder—would they ever have a real honeymoon? A real reason to call something a honeymoon suite?

Eren had hinted at it. Not in a way that demanded an answer, not as a real question.

Should Levi ask him? Or was it better to wait for Eren to make the move? Shit.

He clenched his jaw, shaking the thought away.

Too greedy.

He already had everything—a successful business, a gorgeous, ridiculously hot boyfriend who loved him, and soon, they’d be buying a house together. That’s enough. More than enough. If he reached for more than he deserved, if he pushed his luck, maybe everything would slip through his fingers. Crumble. Break.

No. He wouldn’t risk that.

Levi exhaled sharply and forced the thought out of his head, shoving it away like he had with his hair. Where the hell had that even come from? Maybe he’d dreamed about something weird, but if he had, he couldn’t remember it now.

His gaze drifted back to Eren, tracing over his bare form. The sheets had slipped low around his hips, revealing the smooth lines of his waist and toned chest. His skin was warm and golden in the morning light, a perfect contrast to the silver glint of his nipple piercings. Levi smirked, memories flickering through his mind—Eren stretched out beneath him, breath hitching as Levi pierced them himself, that mix of pain and pleasure painting his face in a way Levi would never forget.

The last remnants of his half-hard morning wood twitched with interest at the memory, but he ignored it.

Let him sleep.
His beauty.

Instead, Levi reached out, barely brushing his fingers over Eren’s arm in a soft, feather-light touch. Then he leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to his hair, inhaling his scent for just a moment before he pulled away.

Silently, he slipped out of bed, grabbing his clothes and heading to the small bathroom to get himself ready for the day.

X

When Eren finally woke, there was no trace of what had been on Levi’s mind earlier. No lingering thoughts of engagement or honeymoons—just the sound of the waves rolling onto the shore, steady and calm.

Levi sat on the steps just outside the open cabin door, a mug of tea in hand, watching the ocean stretch endlessly toward the horizon. The salty breeze carried the scent of damp wood and sun-warmed sand, the early morning light painting everything in soft gold.

Eren stretched as he got up, padding over with the slow, lazy movements of someone still half-asleep. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, scratching at his stomach as he stepped outside, his boxer briefs riding low on his hips. The cool morning air made him shiver, goosebumps rising on his sun-kissed skin. It wasn’t cold, not really—but after the warmth of the bed, it was enough to make him notice.

„Morning, gorgeous,“ Eren murmured, his voice rough from sleep as he dropped down beside Levi, flipping his long hair back over his shoulder.

Levi glanced at him, taking in the sleepy grin, the messy hair, the way his skin seemed to glow in the soft morning light. He was so effortlessly beautiful it was almost annoying.

„Morning,“ Levi muttered back, taking a sip of tea to hide the way his thoughts strayed.

Eren tilted his head, smirking. „Why so grumpy?“ he teased, nudging Levi’s thigh with his own.

„I’m not,“ Levi replied, rolling his eyes. But the smallest smile tugged at his lips, which only made Eren’s smirk widen.

„Mm, sure,“ Eren hummed before leaning in, pressing a soft, lazy kiss to Levi’s lips—warm, unhurried, still tasting faintly of sleep.

Eren murmured, „I’ll kiss the grumpiness away.“

Levi made a soft sound—almost a scoff, almost a sigh—but didn’t stop him. He allowed Eren three more slow, teasing brushes of lips against lips before finally pulling back, pressing a hand lightly against Eren’s chest.

„Enough,“ Levi muttered, though there was no real bite to it. „Go brush your teeth. You taste disgusting.“

Eren grinned, leaning back on his hands. „You say that, but you still let me sneak in three extra kisses.“

Levi rolled his eyes and took another sip of tea. „Yeah, well, any more and you’d get ideas.“

Eren snorted. „Please, I always have ideas.“

Levi didn’t doubt that for a second.

For a while, they sat in comfortable silence, the sound of waves rolling onto the shore filling the space between them. Seagulls called overhead, the air crisp but pleasant. The kind of morning that made it easy to just exist.

Eren stretched his legs out, his foot nudging against Levi’s. „It’s nice here. Thank you.“

Levi glanced at him. „You said that already.“

„And I meant it.“ Eren’s green eyes lingered on the ocean, his expression soft, almost thoughtful.

Levi sighed, shaking his head, but he couldn’t really bring himself to argue. Eren had a way of making anywhere feel like home—even a tiny beachside cabin with shitty plumbing and creaky floors.

Eren stretched again, arms lifting high above his head, his back arching slightly as he groaned. Levi didn’t let himself stare, but the way the morning light caught on his skin, the faint shift of muscle as he moved—it was distracting.

„Alright,“ Eren yawned, dropping his arms. „I’ll brush my teeth, and then I need coffee.“

He stood, running a hand through his messy hair, ready to head inside. But before he could take a step, Levi spoke.

„Hey…“

Eren stopped, glancing over his shoulder. Levi wasn’t looking at him directly, just staring at the waves, fingers curled loosely around his mug.

„It’s nice being here with you,“ Levi said, voice quiet but sure.

Eren’s smile softened, warm and easy. He ran a hand through Levi’s black hair, like stroking a cat, before nodding.

„Yeah,“ he said. „It is.“

With that, he headed inside, leaving Levi alone with the sound of the ocean and the warmth of his words lingering in the air.

X

After a hearty breakfast at the main house of the B&B—fresh coffee, eggs, and toast that tasted like home-cooked comfort—Levi and Eren packed up their belongings and mounted their bikes. As much as the little beachside cabin had felt like a perfect escape, this wasn’t a lazy vacation. This was a road trip. And the road was calling.

Eren could admit he had enjoyed their break—the quiet mornings, the sound of the ocean, Levi’s warmth beside him in bed. But he wasn’t searching for an escape from their real life. He wasn’t running from the chaos, the adrenaline, or the unpredictability of what they had built together. That life, the one that others might call dangerous or reckless, was exactly what he wanted.

The highway stretched ahead of them, long and winding, cutting through hills and coastlines, leading them back toward Trost. The next two days would be nothing but riding, roadside diners, cheap motels, and the freedom of open roads.

And Eren wouldn’t have it any other way.

The sun was high now, casting a golden glow over the asphalt, and the wind whipped past them in steady gusts. It was the kind of perfect riding weather that made hours on the road feel like minutes. Eren stretched his fingers over the throttle, letting the hum of the Harley vibrate through him, but his attention kept flickering to the figure riding beside him.

Levi, effortlessly in control, both hands steady on the handlebars, his body moving in perfect sync with the bike. Even with the helmet on, there was no mistaking the intensity in the way he rode—sharp, focused, like the road belonged to him.

And fuck, if that didn’t do something to Eren.

A grin tugged at his lips as he used the Bluetooth mic inside his helmet, cutting through the roar of the wind. „Levi.”

A pause. Then Levi’s voice crackled through, low and smooth. „What?”

„You look so fucking hot on that bike.”

Levi sighed, long and suffering. „That again?”

Eren chuckled. „What? I can’t compliment my boyfriend?”

„That’s not a compliment,” Levi muttered. „That’s you being a horny little shit. Again.”

Eren grinned, adjusting his grip as he leaned into the turn. „I mean, I don’t hear you complaining.”

A beat of silence. Then, a slow, familiar groan. „No sex talk while driving, Eren.”

„Why?” Eren teased. „Do I distract you?”

Levi didn’t answer right away, but Eren could practically hear the exasperation through the speakers.

„I knew it,” Eren said, smug. „I distract you.”

Another pause, then Levi exhaled sharply. „Shut up and focus.”

Eren hummed, pretending to consider it. „You know what‘s the only problem with the bikes.”

Levi sighed. „Here we go.”

Eren grinned. „I can’t give you road head.”

Levi groaned again, louder this time, as if physically pained. „For fuck’s sake.”

„I’m just saying,” Eren continued, voice laced with amusement. „You ever think about pulling over? Somewhere nice, off the highway…”

„Eren.”

„Somewhere quiet. No cars. No distractions.”

„Eren.”

„I drop to my knees, undo your belt real slow—”

„Eren.” Levi’s voice was sharper now, but there was something else beneath the exasperation—something tense, something caught between irritation and intrigue.

Eren grinned, pushing just a little further. „And then I—”

„Eren, if you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m pulling over and shoving you in a ditch.”

Eren burst out laughing, the sound crackling through the speakers. „Damn, babe. You that worked up already?”

Levi didn’t respond at first, and for a second, Eren thought he might have muted his mic. But then—

„You keep running your mouth, and the second we hit that motel, I’m fucking you so hard you won’t be able to sit on that bike tomorrow.”

Eren’s breath hitched.

Oh.

Oh!

His fingers flexed on the throttle, his grin faltering for just a second. „Shit.”

„Yeah,” Levi said, voice smooth as ever. „Thought so.”

And then the mic went silent.

Eren swallowed, heart hammering a little too hard in his chest as he refocused on the road.

Should he say something else? Just a few more words… just enough to push Levi a little further, to let him snap.

It would be so easy. A teasing remark, a filthy little whisper through the mic. Just enough to make Levi lose his patience, to hear that sharp edge in his voice, to guarantee that promise wouldn’t just be kept—it would be fucking wrecking when they reached the motel.

God, it was tempting. So fucking tempting.

His fingers twitched on the throttle, his lips parting, the words right there—

Then Levi’s voice crackled through the speakers again, calm but edged with warning. „Don’t.”

Eren’s breath hitched again.

Levi hadn’t even let him get the words out.

Oh, he was so fucked. Two more days of riding.He wasn’t sure if he’d survive.

X

They left the ocean behind, the scent of salt and crashing waves fading as the road stretched onward. The terrain shifted, opening up into wide expanses, the horizon endless before them. The highway straightened, miles and miles of asphalt cutting through golden fields and dense patches of forest, nothing but open sky above them. Pure, uninterrupted freedom.

They passed through a mix of towns along the way—some quiet and worn, others bustling with life. Not all were rundown. Some had streets lined with neatly kept storefronts, local diners with hand-painted signs, and flower baskets swaying from lampposts. People sat outside cafés, sipping coffee and watching the occasional traveler pass through. Other towns felt like relics of the past, slow-moving and sun-drenched, the kind of places where time didn’t seem to matter.

They stopped when necessary. A roadside diner with red vinyl booths and a faded radio behind the counter playing old rock songs. A gas station where an old man behind the counter barely looked up as they refueled. A quiet café where Levi got his black tea, sipping it with his usual unimpressed expression, while Eren inhaled a plate of pancakes, drowning them in syrup.

But they never lingered long. The road called them forward, the steady hum of their bikes a rhythm that carried them home.

X

The gas station sat at the edge of town, ist neon sign buzzing weakly in the dimming light. A few pumps, a convenience store, and a flickering security camera mounted above the door. Just down the street, a bar stood with ist parking lot packed with bikes and trucks, the deep thrum of rock music leaking through the walls. The kind of place that smelled like cheap beer, smoke, and bad decisions.

A couple of women loitered near the entrance, their stances practiced, eyes scanning for potential customers. The kind of look that said they’d been in the game long enough to spot an easy mark. Short skirts, heavy makeup, confidence sharpened into something lethal.

Eren glanced their way briefly before shifting his focus back to Levi.

Levi stood by his Yamaha, fueling up with the same meticulous precision he applied to everything. He moved deliberately, like even this simple task required perfection. The sleeves of his leather jacket were pushed up to his elbows, exposing forearms flexed slightly as he gripped the nozzle. His face was impassive, unreadable, but Eren know him long enough to know that beneath that exterior, Levi was constantly assessing, always aware.

Eren leaned back against his Harley, stretching out his back and rolling his shoulders to ease the stiffness from hours on the road. His jacket hung open, his shirt clinging to his chest, damp with sweat from the day’s heat. Pulling off his helmet had left his hair wild and tousled—but somehow, it only added to the rugged biker look.

Levi pulled the nozzle free, setting it back into place with a quiet clink. Without looking up, he spoke.

„I’m going in to pay. You need anything? Chocolate?“

Eren shook his head. „Nah, I’m good.“

Levi nodded once, then strode toward the convenience store, leaving Eren to wait by the bikes. People moved in and out of the station—a mix of locals, truckers, and drifters. Some were heading toward the motel next door, ist sign missing a few letters, buzzing faintly in the growing dark.

Then—movement.

Two women peeled away from a group near the bar and headed straight for him.

Eren narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to gauge them. Not hookers, at least not the same kind as the ones by the entrance. These two looked more like regulars at the bar, the kind of women who knew the scene, who played the game for the thrill of it. The kind he’d seen plenty of times back at Kenny’s bar—sharp, confident, and bold enough to walk straight up to a guy like him.

One was blonde, curvy, her tight tank top leaving little to the imagination. The other, a lean brunette, with eyes that scanned him like she was already sizing up her prey.

The blonde was the first to speak. She smiled, slow and flirtatious.

„Damn,“ she murmured, giving him a once-over, lingering. „Didn’t think I’d get this lucky tonight.“

Eren blinked, caught a little off guard. „Huh?“

The brunette grinned, stepping in closer. „You just passing through, or do we get to keep you around for a while?“

Ah. One of those encounters.

Eren scratched the back of his neck, chuckling lightly. „Yeah, just riding through.“

The blonde’s gaze drifted to his Harley, then dragged back to him, slow and deliberate. „Hot ride,“ she purred.

Eren caught the double meaning but only acknowledged the obvious. „Yeah, she handles nice.“

The brunette hummed, brushing her fingers along the tank. „Paint job looks killer.“

„Thanks,“ Eren grinned, proud of his work. „I did it myself.“

The brunette tilted her head. „Nice with your hands, huh?“

Before he could answer, she gestured toward the bar. „We were just heading in for a drink. You should join us.“

The blonde stepped even closer, her nail trailing lightly along his forearm. „You staying the night?“ she asked, voice low. „Got a room at the motel? We could keep you company.“

Her friend smirked. „We don’t bite. Unless you’re into that.“ The blonde licked her painted lips, both of them giggling lightly.

They were bold, he’d give them that.

Eren shifted slightly, not leaning into it but also not wanting to be a total asshole. „Uh, yeah—appreciate it, but—“

He didn’t get to finish.

A familiar click. The flick of a lighter.

Then, Levi’s voice. Sharp. Flat. Dangerous.

„Fuck off.“

Both girls stiffened.

Eren glanced over his shoulder just as Levi stepped up beside him, moving like he owned the space.

Levi’s expression was unreadable, too calm—too controlled. The kind of calm that made people uneasy. He took a slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling smoke like punctuation before his gaze locked onto the two women.

„You done touching what’s mine?“

The blonde faltered. „Yours?“ Her eyes flicked between them. „The bike—“

Levi cut her off before she could finish.

„The man.“

Silence.

The words landed with finality, and the confusion on their faces only lasted a second before understanding flickered through their eyes.

The brunette tilted her head, looking between Levi and Eren, reevaluating the situation. „Oh…“ She dragged her gaze over Levi, assessing. Deciding he was hot too.

Instead of stepping back, she made the wrong move. She leaned forward, shifting her weight in a way that made her chest more prominent, her smirk playful. „We’re not trying to steal him from you,“ she said smoothly.

„But if you’re a package deal…“ Her eyes flickered downward, blatantly checking Levi out, before dragging back up. „Why don’t we all have some fun together?“

The blonde chimed in, voice honeyed. „A drink… a trip over to the motel…“

Levi exhaled another slow drag of smoke. „I don’t repeat myself.“

His posture, his stare—everything about him made it clear he wasn’t fucking around.

Eren could see it in Levi’s eyes. If either of them so much as tried to touch Levi—or worse, Eren again—there wouldn’t just be a verbal warning. The air around Levi had shifted, crackling with something razor-sharp, something just barely restrained. And to be honest, the suggestion of someone else putting their hands on Levi made Eren’s blood burn with something far less patient than jealousy.

He stepped forward slightly, closing off whatever space was left between him and Levi, his presence solid and unmoving.

„Better if you two step back now,“ Eren said, voice calm but firm. „The flirting’s not welcome.“

The brunette scoffed under her breath, but she still had the nerve to smile. „Don’t get grumpy on us now.“

She tilted her head, eyes flickering between them, still thinking there was room to play. „We had such a nice conversation before your… friend showed up.“

Levi lifted an eyebrow, dragging from his cigarette before exhaling a slow stream of smoke—right into her face. She flinched, eyes narrowing, but before she could snap at him, Levi spoke.

„Boyfriend,“ he corrected, voice low, unimpressed.

His eyes flicked over them, sharp and cutting. „You think this night ends with you, little bitch, riding on his dick and your friend on his face?“ The words were steady, unhurried, dangerously smooth. „That shit‘s not what’s gonna fucking happen.“

Eren had to fight back a smirk. Whenever Levi got that possessive—jealous, even—and felt the need to claim Eren as his, Eren was fucking thrilled. Levi’s methods weren’t gentleman-like; he was a rude bastard—no denying that. His words could cut as sharp as his knives. Maybe Eren should’ve felt bad for the girls, should’ve stopped the show right there. But the truth was, he wanted Levi to mark his territory.

Levi took another drag, flicking the ash to the side before locking eyes with the brunette again. His voice dropped lower, rough and commanding against the night air. „What’s gonna happen is… He’s gonna get on his knees and do exactly what I want. Swallow my cock, take it all the way down his throat, no hesitation. I’ll make him choke on it, and he’ll beg for more.“

Levi exhaled slowly, smirking as he added, blunt as ever, „And when I come, he’s gonna swallow every fucking drop of my cum. He’ll take it like he’s made for it—because he is.“

He paused, his gaze cold and unyielding. „So fuck off and find some other cock to stuff your cunt with.“

The blonde stiffened, her pout fading into something closer to genuine unease. The brunette, on the other hand, looked like she wanted to challenge him—until she met Levi’s eyes and thought better of it.

They weren’t stupid. Whatever game they’d been trying to play, Levi had just ended it.

„Suit yourselves. I don’t need this shit,“ the brunette muttered, rolling her eyes as she grabbed her friend’s wrist. „Come on.“

They turned, heading back toward the bar, their hips swaying a little too much—like they wanted to reclaim some kind of power before disappearing into the crowd.

Eren let out a quiet huff of laughter, running a hand through his hair. „Well, that was something.“

Levi flicked his cigarette to the pavement, crushing it under his boot with an irritated tch. „Fucking annoying.“

Eren smirked, nudging his shoulder. „You jealous?“

Levi scoffed, turning toward his bike. „Shut up.“

Eren’s smirk only widened as he leaned in, his voice dripping with something darkly playful, his eyes glinting with desire. „So fucking hot, Levi,” he said, his tone lowering, a tease in his words. „Can I go on my knees for you right now?”

Levi’s head snapped toward him, a glare cutting through the dim glow of the gas station lights. His eyes burned into Eren’s for a few seconds, and Levi knew—really knew—that Eren would do it without hesitation if he said yes.

„Shut up,“ Levi growled again, his voice rougher this time, his annoyance palpable. He didn’t give Eren the satisfaction of an answer. Instead, he turned toward his bike, swinging a leg over with an irritated grunt.

„Get on your damn Harley,“ Levi grumbled, still fuming.