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There was something always relaxing about where Levi worked. Putting away books, always holding new stories in his palms, and inhaling the crisp papery smell - there was something tranquil about it all. For some reason, people always have this false belief that individuals who play video games half of the time dislike reading and it pisses him off to the very bone when he's forced to hear diarrhea spewing out of their ignorant mouths. The mere thought of it makes him shove a newly printed book in the shelf.

Feeling bad, he rubs the binding in silent apology. If anyone makes fun of him for doing such a thing, they're getting a swift uppercut to the face.

Letting out a big huff of air after hauling books for ten straight minutes in his arms, he heads back to the cash register in the game department to where Hanji is chewing her gum loudly, leaning unceremoniously over the counter.

"What beautiful posture Hanji, really." He stated sardonically.

Hanji popped her gum and sent a grin to him. "Thanks, baby."

"Anytime." He scoffed.

He joined her in leaning on the counter, watching the people browse through the sections of games.

"We look so professional." Hanji said sarcastically, tapping her finger on the clear glass of the counter holding consoles and limited editions of new releases.

He glanced over to his four-eyed friend. "When don't we?"

She popped her gum again. "True."

Hanji knows he absolutely hates that, the popping of gum is one of his pet-peeves. Everytime he hears that forsaken sound his brows twitch involuntarily and thus he sends a glare her way.

"Stop doing that or I'm shoving my fingers in your mouth and taking it out by force."

"I didn't know you were so kinky, Levi." She cackles and starts hitting his hand resting on the clear glass.

"Only for you." He pulled his hand away from her rough treatment and went to go check out a customer in line waiting to purchase their item.

"Eren's going to be sad to hear that." She chimed and watched him start to checkout the buyer.

"Shut up." He frowned and turned away but ended up flushing red anyway at the mere mention of the boy and the reaction only served to irritate him; he couldn't help it.

He always got flustered when it came to speaking about Eren, even when he was scorning the boy. He wishes he could actually pick up his balls and at least drop more hints that he's interested. But why, why does the kid have to be so fucking dense! It's such a feeble, weak excuse that when he thinks of it it makes him cringe.

"Your total comes out to be $40.85." He mechanically said to the young customer.

He was tired of always having to be careful around him, always having to keep his emotions in check so he doesn't go over the top displaying his feelings. It was almost like an endless cycle; repeat after repeat of sidestepping each chance that was open to him.

"Thank you."

"Have a nice day." He added monotonously and turned around so his back was resting on the counter. He crossed his arms loosely and stared at his sneakers.

He could have gotten somewhere with the kid if it wasn't for that fact holding him back - it was the challenge of making Eren realize his feelings. He absolutely hated things that made him put forth all of his effort. It was such a complicated process and he was never one to openly talk about his feelings unless he had to and in this case, it seems like he would have to do just that.

When it came to video games, and just being a gamer in general, he was always rather good at it. He was an avid fan of consoles growing up, so maybe it was because of the constant practice he got in that he was as good as he was now. If there was a level, or the whole game he couldn't do, he would just get over his loathing and finish it. Perhaps he could do the same thing with Eren? Metaphorically take the stick out of his ass, something that Hanji would definitely say, and make the first move instead of standing around waiting for the almighty brainless Eren to do something.

Eren was always one to physically act out his emotions, the soul reason why he got into many fights in high school he said, and he figured that, that must be why he was so touchy-touchy all the time. Of course he didn't mind the touching one bit but he wouldn't dare say that to anyone. Well, maybe Hanji but that's it.

Perhaps it's time to take some key points of Eren's personality and apply it to his own - acting his emotions physically. That could work, and that would definitely get his point across. He smirked at the thought. He should have taken Hanji's advice sooner.

"That's scary, Levi. Stop." Hanji was looking at him with a worried expression on her face. He waved her statement off.

"No need to be concerned, Hanji. I'm just taking your advice."

There was just one thing he was terrified of; it was rejection.

All he wanted to do was get home and crawl inside the covers of his bed and sleep for a week, never to be wakened. But even if he were to attempt such a thing, Eren would ruin it within the first hour like he usually does with all his naps.

Walking up the steps right now for him was an arduous journey, a journey he just wanted to complete and quickly get his ass inside the dorm so he can change out of his uniform and flop on the bed.

It was a long day for him at work. He had to have carried over twenty stacks of over ten books in his arms within an hour and Hanji left him to check out all the troublesome customers. He can't wait until the next time they're busy as fuck so he can take his break just like she did today. Karma is going to eat her alive. He can just imagine the face she'd make when he does her cackle while heading to the coffee shop in the store.

He exhaled loudly when he reached the last step on the stairs of his hall and practically power walked to the dorm. He took his key ring out of his back pocket and inserted it into the knob, turning it until he heard the soft click. He took the key out and placed the ring back in his pocket and gently opened the door, entering the room and shutting the door behind him.

His heart leaped once he seen that Eren was hunched over in his seat in front of his laptop. He was about to call out to him and ask if he was alright but stopped dead in his tracks when a loud moan pierced through what he thought was silence.

"Haa… nnn!"

Levi lost all train of thought and listened to the raspy groans coming from the other side of the room. He's never walked in on Eren doing anything like this, what was he supposed to do? He would no doubt be embarrassed from being caught and Levi didn't want to make him traumatized.

But he couldn't find it in himself to leave.

He swallowed hard and felt a tingling sensation start to form in his abdomen; the warmth unfurling and leaving him in an entrancement of arousal as it made it's way down his body.

The up and down movements Eren's arm was making put him in a provocative state of mind and he found himself stepping closer to the man pleasing himself. He had a need to know what could be making Eren react this way.

He was surprised Eren didn't hear him, not once.

The shallow breathing and the grunts filling his drums pressed him on further and further, until he was standing directly behind him and the delicious sounds were almost tickling his arms as he slowly reached out and touched his shoulder.

"What are you doi-" He tried to get out but he had to quickly move out of the way because as soon as he set his hand down Eren jerked back so hard that he fell backwards in the chair onto the ground.

Levi looked at the screen and seen that he had World of Warcraft running. Why was he jerking off to the game? He looked over to the chat log and seen purple whispers that were sent back and forth from someone named Noblesteed. The messages were loaded with dirty talk on both ends and Levi's eyes widened.

His Eren, his Eren, was being talked to by some dirty horse-loving maggot? He felt his lips quiver with anger; anger at himself for letting it come to this. He felt jealousy prick at his heart; jealous that this person ,through a simple computer screen, garnered more emotions out of his Eren that even he ever could. His mind felt hazy.

"I-its not what it looks like!" Eren exclaimed from below and Levi looked down at the squirming body.

Eren was on the floor with his pants down at his ankles and he was desperately trying to hide his obvious erection that was evoked from those stupid words on the screen. Levi narrowed his eyes.

"I never knew you were into roleplay, Eren." He inquired mockingly, almost with an air of disbelief at the newfound discovery. It was all an act though, he wanted the boy now more than ever before he took his laptop and smashed it so he would never have to talk to the grimy man on the other side again.

He was surprised at himself - he was never one to be so protective of such a petty thing. But Eren revealed his most private parts of himself all for the pleasure of another man who wasn't Levi. He felt like he could cry but he was too pent up with jealousy, with looming anger, and most of all, arousal from the sight he's wanted to see for so long.

"I-I'm not! I-it's not-"

Eren couldn't even get out his sentence because he started to fold in on himself so he wouldn't be so open but it wasn't working. Levi could still see every inch of the skin below his waist. What can he do? Didn't he go on and on earlier about how he would take action, show his feelings? He did but this Eren was too precious to take advantage of but his fingers kept twitching with the anticipation of touching that tanned skin, those muscular thighs.

The sight of Eren's rosy ears and the hot feverish pink roasting his cheeks looked delectable and Levi wanted nothing more than to caress his cold hands against that blushing skin to cool it down and make it his own. And so he decided to physicate his emotions.

He picked up the fallen chair and in return, lowered himself to the ground near Eren's feet. He tugged the rest of the boys' pants off and crawled between his legs.

If a man on the other side of the computer screen could make Eren open himself, then Levi could as well. He might not be big for dirty talk, but he knows he could make him feel good at least. Eren is what he has yearned for and best be damned some foul man is going to take him away from him. He wasn't going to have it.

The brunette exposed before him was a magnificent sight. He traced his fingers up his naked thighs before Eren had a chance to notice what he was doing; this elicited a startled gasp, fingers reaching out to stop his patternizing fingers. Levi looked into those bright and wide carribean eyes and displayed the hungering lust dwelling inside

"Here, let me help with that. It seems like it's becoming a problem..." Levi breathed invitingly and trailed his fingers higher. With such a risky action, he felt as if his blood was pulsing erratically.

Before Eren had a chance to make any retort, Levi's testing digits made their way to his inviting erection, inducing a hitched moan. Satisfied with the reaction, he found a confidence he didn't know he had and made his way closer to hear more of those passionate noises.

Levi wrapped his fingers around Eren's member once more, teasingly stroking it and stopping once he got near the balls. Eren's breathing got heavier and he let out tasty moans filled with licentious desire.

Eren arched his back to rise up off the ground and grab Levi's shirt, pulling him closer and resting his head on his shoulder, panting. His fingers gripped the fabric clumsily and Levi felt the boys' hands start to shake.

He smirked to himself and started pumping his cock slowly; once he reached the head, he thumbed the slit and gathered the precum that started to form at the tip and went back down.

The whimpers that broke through the air were intoxicating, closing around Levi and making him drunk on his sole mission to pleasure Eren, to make him feel and understand the extent of his feelings.

Maybe this isn't the best way to show it, but it was something. He would make sure to explain himself later, but for now he just wanted Eren all to himself. To hold him, to extract each divine sound that etched it's way through his beautiful plump lips. He wouldn't dare speak either, he just wanted to drink in every moan that escaped.

His hand started to move faster with the thought of Eren reaching his point of utmost contentment. He felt Eren's hand tighten around his shirt, and in return Levi took his free hand and trailed his way up the others' remaining clothing, relishing in the feeling of the taut, lean muscle that graced past his palms.

"I don't-"Eren stuttered, unable to get any coherent words out.

Levi just ignored it and kept stroking the thick length, grunting when one of Eren's shaking hands touched his clothed hardness.

Eren suddenly convulsed and grasped the muscle of his upper arm and let out a loud moan. Levi felt a hot liquid squirt into his hand and he looked down to see that Eren had finally come.

Eren never once glanced up to look at him while he found his voice, but even that was coerced into a whimper. "Levi… why-"

Why? That was the word that broke him from his trance and finally made him think throughout this whole thing. Because he liked him, right? He's wanted to please him for the longest time, to show him his feelings. That's why - but what he did just now, it was definitely against his will. How could he have been so blinded? Not once did he ask Eren if it was alright. Neither his anger nor his jealousy will ever excuse what he just done. Eren asking why right now, this must be him voicing how he felt about this all. He was definitely disgusted and Levi was too. He was so appalled and sick with himself.

He let out a shaky breath and felt tears form at his eyes. " I-I'm so sorry. I swear I didn't mean-"

Drops of salty tears started to fall onto the body resting on him and he felt like he was going to suffocate from his actions. He needed out and quick, but he knew he couldn't just leave him here. He was wallowing in his own emotions and he couldn't take it anymore. He was rejected but yet he wasn't.

He lifted himself from between Erens' legs and looked at the semen on his hand. Eren sent tired eyes up at Levi and the green orbs widened once he seen the tears cascading down the shorter males' face. That was the last thing he seen before Levi ran out of the dorm room once more.