Author's Note: Thank you all for the reviews! I'm glad that you guys are enjoying the story.

This is the last chapter, and boy is it long. I didn't want to cut this in half, because then the pacing of the story would suffer as a result. So you'll just have to deal with a super long final chapter. Also, this is the chapter with smut in it, so I apologize if it's lacking. I haven't written smut in a long time, and when I did, it was usually with a writing partner.

Three days later, they're trapped in Eren's living room for the day.

It's late November now, and winter doesn't seem to want to wait much longer. A snowstorm has hit overnight – the first of the season – and they're trapped in the house for the time being. Eren has to call in and let the restaurant know that he can't make it to work.

Levi is sprawled across the recliner, head hanging off one side and legs hanging off the other. He has Eren's tablet angled up so he can see the screen, and is flicking through different websites for different shops.

Eren is sitting in his spot on the couch, nursing an almost empty cup of hot cocoa and watching some reality show on television.

The flat is warm, but they're both dressed cozy. They've yet to go shopping for a new wardrobe for Levi, something Eren says they should do once it clears up outside. So for the time being, he's stuck in Eren's oversized clothing.

Speaking of which, the cream colored sweater he's wearing keeps wanting to slip low on his shoulder. It almost feels like he's wearing a dress, with how it stretches all the way down to his mid-thigh. He keeps shrugging his shoulder up, trying to get the fabric to cling onto his form better. It doesn't help that the sleeves want to hang past his fingers and he has to shove them back, too.

When Levi shifts his eyes over to Eren, he notices the other staring at him. Eren's eyes are half lidded, glazed, and his head tilted slightly. He waits for Eren to acknowledge him, but his stare doesn't waver.

Levi sighs, lowering the tablet from its held position. "You just gonna keep ogling at me, brat?" Levi says it with light affection.

Whatever daze Eren was stuck in, he's now snapped out of it. He fumbles for a second, stuttering over his words. His face turns red and he smiles nervously. "I was just thinking about something, that's all."

"Oh?" Levi asks, one thin eyebrow rising. "About what?"

Eren bites his bottom lip for a moment, but manages to answer, his voice low. "I guess about you."

"Huh." Levi hums, ignoring the implication in Eren's answer. He turns his attention back to the tablet, but his mind is somewhere else.

He recognized that look. He's seen it before plenty of times.

This is stupid, and he knows it. The last thing this needs to turn into is some steamy sexual fling between them. Eren doesn't need this kind of trouble, and Levi is pretty sure he has more pressing matters to attend to than fucking the person that took him into their home. Even if said person has been nothing short of an angel to him.

Still, the thought makes itself at home in his mind. And fuck, it's starting to sound better and better by the second. Eren is goddamn attractive; he'll admit that in a heartbeat. The fact that Levi has developed a soft spot for him doesn't help matters, either.

Grey eyes flit back up to Eren, who's now staring off in another direction, lost in thought once again.

The image of Eren under him, writhing and arching, trembling through his release with a desperate moan and Levi's name a whisper on his lips etches itself into Levi's mind. He imagines putting his mouth on that tan skin, running his tongue along it and tasting, sucking his mark onto Eren's neck, sinking his teeth into his shoulder and listening to him whimper with want.

He feels the beginnings of arousal in his groin and knows that he's fucked. There's no shoving this to the back of his mind and forgetting about it, not when Eren was looking at him with a similar hunger in his eyes not even a few minutes ago.

He stands up from the recliner and his feet carry him over to the couch.

When Eren finally notices, he's already climbing onto his lap, his arms winding around the brunet's neck and his fingers curling into dark brown hair. It's soft and Levi wants to pull it and hear Eren's voice catch.

Eren's mouth opens to say something, and he falters. But he's not trying to push Levi off. He's looking at him with questioning eyes.

"You think I don't notice how you look at me?" Levi whispers, and his voice is rough. He leans closer, lips brushing Eren's before skimming along his jawline and dipping down to his neck. "You look at me like you can't wait to fuck me."

He feels warm hands on his hips, but they're gentle and inviting. Eren's thumbs brush over his hipbones and up his sides and Levi has to suppress a shiver. "I don't want you for just your body."

It's not rejection and it makes Levi braver. "No, but you'd still like to have me, wouldn't you?" He presses an open-mouthed kiss to Eren's neck, hears the brunet pull in a breath quietly. Levi's hand combs up through Eren's hair and he leans back again to see turquoise eyes close at the sensation. "Which is fine by me. I think I want you, too."

When Eren's eyes open again, he sees conflict in them. "I don't want this to be a casual thing between us."

Eren doesn't want just casual sex. He wants the full experience. Levi can sympathize. Empty relationships built purely on lust become unappealing after a while. The question though is whether or not he has feelings strong enough for Eren's tastes.

Considering this is the same person that convinced Levi to live another day, took him in, gave him a new home, treats him like he's something important, and is currently trying to help him get his shit together…

Yeah, he might be falling for Eren. Maybe just a little.

Or a lot.

It's not purely love just yet, but it's getting there.

Levi answers with a kiss, lips meeting Eren's harshly. He feels Eren reciprocate, and it's all he needs at the moment. They part briefly, but their mouths meet again not even a second later, and he's running his tongue over Eren's lips, licking his way into the brunet's mouth.

He receives a moan in return and the feeling of hands sliding under his sweater and up his bare back. He's pulled closer, pressed right up against Eren's chest, and his knees ache slightly with the strain that's being put on them because of the position.

And oh, Eren's tongue is sliding up against his now, and he's suddenly dizzy with the taste. He tilts his head, deepening the kiss and grabbing handfuls of Eren's hair between his fingers. He presses his hips forward, wanting to find friction against Eren's stomach, and that's when he feels himself being pushed away slightly.

"No." He almost growls, trying to fight his way back to Eren's mouth. He catches Eren's bottom lip between his teeth and tugs, earning a small sound from the brunet. Eren's hand – now free from his sweater – presses lightly against his chest.

"Levi, wait."

Reluctantly, he pulls away, and he doesn't even try to hide the annoyed expression on his face. "What?" He almost snaps.

"We can't do this. Not like this." Eren fixes him with a serious look, and Levi feels himself deflate a little.

"And why the fuck not?" He'd be lying if he said he wasn't feeling impatient at the moment.

Eren looks down, contemplative. His hand slides up, rests against Levi's neck. It's a gentle and intimate gesture. "I don't know about you, but casual sex just isn't a thing I do anymore."

Levi scoffs, eyes narrowing. "Who said this was casual sex?"

At this, Eren meets his eyes. "It sounded like it was. I mean…"

"Fucking idiot." Levi chastises him, and he's leaning forward again. He presses a kiss to the corner of Eren's mouth, lingering there. "I don't know if you've forgotten about our time together already, but I'm sure we've crossed the point of being just casual with each other."

"What makes you say that?" Eren murmurs quietly, but it's not condescending.

"Let's see." Levi begins, leaning back to look at him. "You've taken me into your home, spent countless nights dealing with my fucked up psyche, treated me to dinner multiple times, you let me walk around your house in your clothes-" He notices Eren about to retort, but cuts him off. "Even with the current situation, that's still pretty damn intimate, wouldn't you say? We're fucking couple material."

There's a long pause. "So…what are you saying-"

"Goddamnit." Levi groans, slapping a hand to his forehead. "I like you. A lot. A real-fucking-lot. The fact that I also happen to want to fuck you senseless is just a bonus. I thought that maybe since you returned the sentiment, that maybe we could actually do it."

"Oh." Is the oh-so elegant reply Levi gets in return. He waits for Eren to speak again, silently hoping that maybe he managed to say the right thing. He's not the most articulate when it comes to speaking his feelings, after all. In fact, he considers himself complete shit at it.

He feels himself being pulled into a tight hug, and Eren's nose brushing against his neck gently. "I'm glad to hear that, because I happen to like you a lot, too."

"Right." Levi answers simply, pressing a hand against Eren's head. He feels the brunet's mouth slide across his neck in return, stopping just under his jawline to give a soft kiss. "Good, so can we get back to business?"

He's directed into a quick, but heated kiss. When Eren pulls back, the look in his eyes is all the answer Levi needs. "Gladly."

"Great. Now kiss me again, you fucking brat." He tugs Eren forward by his hair and slots his mouth against the other's lips once more. It's sloppy and passionate and everything Levi wants out of Eren right now. He feels hands on his hips again, and they're pulling him in, pressing his growing erection against Eren's stomach. He's ruts forwards, tries not to gasp at the friction against his clothed cock and fails.

At the same time, he feels Eren press up into him, feels the other's arousal against his bottom. They set a pace with each other, rutting and rubbing up against one another, shamelessly getting each other off on Eren's couch.

Levi grabs Eren's chin, blunt nails digging into his skin, and kisses him hard. He gives Eren's lips a languid lick and hisses out his thoughts. "Fuck, this is filthy…god, Eren." It's filthy, but it's so good and he doesn't even care if he comes in his pants right now. He can't stop the moan that builds in his throat when he feels Eren rub the heel of his palm against his cock. He presses up into it, arching slightly.

"Like that?" He hears Eren murmur, and his answer is a strained moan. He's pressing himself down into Eren's lap now, riding the brunet's covered cock and eliciting a series of gasps and moans from him as well. "Fuck, Levi…god, yes."

Levi latches his mouth onto Eren's neck, sucking hard, biting into his skin and leaving teeth marks behind. He trails a series of bruise-inflicting kisses down to his shoulder, tugging at the collar of Eren's shirt to make way for his mouth.

Eren's got both arms wrapped around him tightly now, moving feverishly against him, as though he can't get enough. He's whispering out Levi's name, breathless and desperate. His legs spread a little wider and he pushes Levi's hips down. His head tilts back, his mouth opening in a soft moan.

He can feel himself getting close already, and it's almost embarrassing how fast it's happening, but he blames it on the fact that it's Eren. It's been so long since he's been so turned on, it's almost painful. He catches Eren's eyes and they meet in another kiss, all tongues and teeth and the wet slide of their mouths on each other.

"Fuck, Eren, yes. Yes, yes, yes." He presses up and forward, and his body goes taut in Eren's arms. He trembles, arches his back with his orgasm. His mouth falls open in a breathless cry and his nails dig into Eren's shoulders unforgivingly.

He's pulled back down and his throat falls victim to Eren's mouth. He feels a tongue, hot and wet, slide across his skin before teeth are sinking in enough to make him whimper. Eren's name tumbles from his lips, rough and shaky, and his hands slide up into his hair once more.

Eren is soon to follow, comes with a loud cry next to Levi's ear, and he feels the other press their head into the crook of his neck. "Levi, Levi…" The brunet moans his name out, and it's spoken with such reverence, it makes Levi's throat constrict.

They come down with each other, limbs becoming loose and breathing uneven and shaky. Eren presses kisses against his neck, trails them all the way to his mouth and captures his lips in a long kiss. Levi is left breathless by the end of it.

Hands cup his cheeks, and he's forced to meet blue-green eyes. "Was that good?"

It's a stupid question, he thinks. But when he answers, it's with a sly smirk. "Not bad. But I think we can do better."

Eren dramatically drops his head, his forehead brushing Levi's chin. When he speaks, it's with a small laugh though. "I think maybe we should save it for later. I'm feeling like a nap is the right course of action right now."

Levi shifts slightly, and grimaces when he feels wetness on his pants. "I think a shower is in order, first. Want to join me?"

He's given no answer, but is lifted up instead, his legs locking around Eren's waist. Strong arms rest around his lower back and bottom and he's being carried off into the direction of the bathroom.

When the snow is nothing more than slush on the ground, Eren takes Levi out to a nearby mall.

He was expecting a bargain bin, but instead, he's being handed almost six-hundred dollars in cash.

"Eren, I can' take this." He'd said, looking at the crisp bills in the other's hand.

They'd been to a bank earlier and had withdrawn cash, but Levi didn't know the amount. This was ridiculous. Half-way sex or not, you don't just hand someone six-hundred dollars and tell them to go crazy.

"I have quite a bit saved up, so don't worry about it. Besides, I don't really know what to do with money half of the time, so I'd feel a lot better knowing it's being put to good use." He shoves the money into Levi's hands, and manually makes his fingers curl around the paper.

He grimaces, but pockets the wad of cash anyway.

He's forced into different stores and Eren does a good job at playing fashion consultant, waiting outside the changing rooms and giving Levi advice on which clothes suit him best. It was long and tedious and a little too frivolous for Levi's tastes, but he grudgingly thinks that it was also a little fun.

When they make it back to the flat, their arms are full of bags upon bags of clothing and accessories. Levi is quick to change out of Eren's too-big clothing and into his own. The feel and smell of new clothing on his body is strange and foreign.

When he comes out of his room, Eren is there to greet him. Turquoise eyes run up and down his figure unashamedly. "Wow, you look great. Like…really great."

"Of course I do." Levi retorts, and tries not to smile outright. He manages to hide it behind a smirk.

He's not saying it out of vanity either. Just these last few weeks have done Levi's health good. His ribs are less noticeable than before, and his collarbones don't stick out in a sickly way. His limbs have filled out a little as well.

The shadows under his eyes remain, mostly due to the repetitive nightmares, but even they're starting to lighten up some.

Eren's hands grab his and he's being pulled into a kiss. It's short, but sweet, and makes Levi's heart palpitate.

Night arrives, and Levi goes to crawl into his bed, but is stopped at his door by Eren. There are no words spoken between them as Eren pulls him to his own bedroom and falls onto the bed with him.

They kiss, slowly, tongues lapping at each other and hands sliding along each other's bodies. Eren pushes off his shirt with Levi's help and then immediately busies himself with unbuttoning Levi's own shirt.

"Are you trying to tell me something, brat?" Levi asks, running his thumb along Eren's bottom lip. Eren's lips close around it in a wet kiss.

The brunet gazes up at Levi, lashes lowered slightly, eyes half lidded. He releases Levi's thumb. "You said you'd like to fuck me senseless. Are you still up for that?" His legs part slightly, and Levi is crawling between them, resting his elbows on both sides of Eren's head and looking down at him, his bangs veiling his face.

"What do you think the answer to that is?" One arm lifts up, and his hand is trailing down Eren's chest, stopping at the button on his pants so he can undo it. He wastes no time, slipping his hand under Eren's boxers and grabbing his already hardening cock. He watches the brunet gasp and press his head back into the sheets.

Levi sits back a little, withdraws his hand, and starts tugging Eren's pants and boxers off in one go. He tosses them to the floor, mindful of the mess he's making, but he doesn't care at the moment. His hands grab Eren's thighs, pulls him closer so that they're resting over his own, and his hand finds the other's cock again.

He slides his hand up it, fingers in a comfortable grip, and feels pre-come leaking out of the tip already. "You've been thinking about this all day, huh?" Eren nods, cheeks flushed and sweat already starting to gather on his forehead.

Levi strokes Eren's cock, feels the straining veins along it, runs his thumb along the tip and the slit, along the underside of the head. His fingers and palm become slick with pre-come, allowing his hand to slide easier along it. Eren's hips buck slightly, forcing his straining cock up through Levi's grip.

The brunet breathes raggedly, bites his bottom lip, and tries to fuck Levi's hand as best as he can.

Levi watches with rapt attention, tongue swiping over his lips in a hungry gesture. He's getting painfully hard from watching Eren, his own cock starting to strain against his jeans. Hissing out an obscenity, he undoes the button on his own pants and pulls out his member, pumping it in time with Eren's.

"I don't know what the fuck you do to turn me on so much, but it's really fucking annoying." He growls out. He presses his own cock up against Eren's and takes them both in his hand as best he can. Eren thrusts up, laughing at Levi's frustration, and he can barely suppress the moan that comes with the feel of Eren's cock sliding against his.

They fuck against each other like they for a while, nothing but gasps and moans and the sound of their cocks sliding against each other.

And oh hell, Eren has his legs spread wide now, open and wanton. Levi groans, red hot spreading through him. "Please tell me you have lube."

Eren motions up to the drawer beside his bed, and Levi wastes no time crawling up the bed to get it. When he finds his former place back between Eren's legs, he leans forward and kisses the brunet hard. His lips almost go numb under the pressure. Eren manages to push him back enough to run his tongue along Levi's lips.

"How do you want it?" Levi asks, breathlessly. He pushes Eren's bangs back, feels how slick his forehead is with sweat. For once, he doesn't find it disgusting.

"I'll tell you once we get started." Eren answers and his voice is a low with lust. "I need you to put something in me, right now. I don't care if it's your fingers or your dick, just do something."

He actually wants to laugh at Eren's impatience, but settles for following Eren's request instead. The lube is uncapped and his fingers are coated generously in it before they're sliding below Eren's balls and finding his entrance.

He teases, presses in ever so slightly, but not all the way. And Eren whimpers with frustration, claws at the sheets and curses Levi for being so cruel. "Levi, you asshole."

When he does push a finger inside, he hears Eren gasp. "Good?" He looks up and sees the brunet nod impatiently. He's slow to start, not wanting to accidentally hurt Eren, but apparently it's not a problem. He feels Eren push down on his finger, watches the other cant his hips and fuck himself on the digit.

A second finger slips in to join his first, and Eren moans carnally. But it's nothing compared to when his fingers finally brush up against Eren's prostate.

"Oh!" Eren jerks, arches up and curls his fingers into the covers. Levi is insistent upon rubbing against that spot, watching Eren shudder and pant and make a couple noises he didn't think was possible. "Fuck yes, Levi. Oh god, yes…"

Levi's cock is throbbing with want, and as much as he doesn't want to stop with his fingers, he's pretty sure his dick would appreciate being taken care of right now. He pulls them out of Eren, hears a noise of annoyance from him, and wastes no time with coating his member in lube.

He presses his cock against Eren's entrance and pushes in; tortuously slow for both of them. When he's completely seated in Eren and his cock is surrounded by a constant pressure, he has to take a moment to gather his wits about himself.

His eyes find Eren's face, and he sees that the other man has his teeth clenched, his brows furrowed slightly. "Eren?"

He watches Eren lick his lips before answering, his voice strained. "Easy and slow, please."

"Easy and slow it is." Levi murmurs, and true to his word, his first thrusts are gentle. His eyes stay on Eren's face, watching for any drastic change, but so far it's much of the same. Eren's hand slides down and grabs his, his fingers working their way through his, and Levi squeezes it once to reassure him.

His thrusts become more fluid, easier, and he's got an easy pace going. Eren's teeth come unclenched and his mouth is open in a shallow, quiet pant. The brunet threads his fingers through his own hair, pushing back sweat-soaked strands and working their way through tangles.

Levi grabs his hips, gives a solid thrust into Eren, and watches as he arches his back off the bed and gives a strangled cry.

Eren's grip has grown tight on his hand, crushing almost, and his turquoise eyes are looking up at him with a haze to them. "Ahh, right there…again."

He thrusts into Eren just like before, watches Eren shudder and twitch again as his cock rubs up against his prostate. Eren cries out, pulls at the covers on the bed. "Harder."

Ask and he shall receive, because now Levi's thrusts are picking up pace and he's unmercifully thrusting into Eren, his hands gripping Eren's thighs like a vice. There's going to be finger-shaped bruises there later on. Levi's doubles over slightly, groans out his own pleasure and the building pressure that's leading to his orgasm.

Eren is in no better shape, practically heaving with the effort to stifle his cries and moans. He's legs are trembling in Levi's grip and his toes are curling against the bed. His cock is lying against his stomach, dripping with pre-come and begging to be touched, but ignored nonetheless.

And fuck, Eren is starting to get super loud and Levi's sure their neighbors are getting an earful right now.

"Eren." Levi groans out his name in what's supposed to be a warning, but probably sounds more like encouragement. He's getting close now and he doubts he's going to be able to go much longer.

Eren reaches blindly for his own cock, his eyes squeezed shut and his chest heaving with effort. He starts pumping himself in time with Levi's thrusts, letting out a string of whimpers and trembling at the sensory overload. He lasts a few more seconds, before he's moaning out his orgasm, releasing all over his stomach in spurts and chanting Levi's name like a mantra.

Levi rests his hand against Eren's stomach, feels come smearing over his fingers and Eren's tan skin, and continues fucking Eren into oblivion in pursuit of his own orgasm.

When he comes, he curses loudly, spewing obscenities and moans of pleasure. He shudders through it all, feels Eren twitching with over-stimulation at this point, and all but collapses on top of the brunet, breathing ragged and erratic and limbs tingling with aftershocks.

It takes them at least 10 minutes to get their bearings together, but when they do, Levi is the first to blurt out, "I think I fucking love you."

There's a beat of silence, and then Eren is laughing at him, tired and soft. Levi turns his head, rests his chin on Eren's chest, and fixes him with a glare.

"No, no, I mean… It's just, wow. What a way to come out and confess."

He feels Eren's chest shake with laughter again, and doesn't bother to hide his scowl. "So?"

The laughter dies down, and Levi feels warm hands cupping his face. He's pulled up into a soft kiss, feels Eren's hands direct him onto his back, and when they part he's looking up at Eren's face now. "So, I think I might love you too."

Another heart palpitation. Or so Levi thinks. He doesn't know what you're supposed to call that feeling when it feels like your heart skips a beat. But it happens, and as much as he feels like a sap for doing it, he allows a small smile to grace his lips. "That's what I wanted to hear."

He pulls Eren back down and tries not to kiss the life out of the brunet.

3 months whiz by at record speed.

Not even a week after that night, Levi receives a call from a café he applied to.

One day spent on an interview, which luckily went smoothly enough, and a solid two weeks of training from other staff members lead to him serving variants of coffee to customers and making his own money.

His and Eren's work schedules are similar, so they have plenty of time to spend with each other every now and then. Whereas their relationship status was still in the grey about 3 months ago, it's now a full-blown romantic thing. The guest room is all but ignored now and hasn't been touched since they first had sex.

On top of that, Levi is supposed to start therapy in the next week, to help deal with the parts of his emotional trauma that Eren can't fix on his own. He'd rather not bother, but Eren was pretty adamant about it, and he somehow let himself be talked into it.

Besides money, work has also produced two other good things: friends in the form of his co-worker Hanji and the owner of the café, Erwin. They're pleasant enough, even though Hanji might be a little crazy and Erwin seems to be incredibly hard to read at times. But they're his friends and they've basically wedged themselves into his life right along with Eren. He can't really complain.

Eren introduced him to Armin and Mikasa as well. Armin was nicer than Levi thought was humanly possible, and Mikasa was…well, it was tense. She definitely exuded an aura of over-protectiveness over Eren.

It took a couple meetings, but he and Mikasa finally managed to click over their shared hatred of certain things, rather than what they liked.

Speaking of their friends, Eren had some get-together planned tonight with all 4 of them; Erwin and Hanji included.

"I think it'd be cool for all of us to get together and hang out." He replied with a shrug when Levi asked.

It's almost 7 p.m. and they're all crammed into Eren's living room with tea in their cups and pizza sitting on the table.

Hanji was excited to meet everyone, but she seems to have clicked with Armin the most. It turns out that they share a passion for science. When Armin let this slip, the look on Hanji's face could only be described as manic.

Erwin and Eren get along very well. Eren treats him with a great amount of respect, seeing as he's not only the owner of a business, but the very same café that offered Levi work.

When everyone is too busy talking to each other, Levi and Mikasa are content to sit in silence. When they do speak to each other, it's mostly about Eren and his well-being. That, or they're quietly poking fun at the diverse group in the room.

By 8 p.m., they're watching a movie together. Eren and Levi are squeezed onto the far end of the couch, with Hanji and Erwin on the other end. Mikasa and Armin are sitting in the loveseat. It's a horror film of course, courtesy of Eren.

Halfway through the movie, Eren shifts a little and pulls Levi into his lap, much to the chagrin of the raven-haired man. Levi doesn't want to interrupt the movie though, so he stays quiet and deals with it. But it doesn't bother him, not really.

When Hanji notices, she cracks up and Levi sends her a death glare from Eren's lap.

"Wow. You two make such a picturesque couple." She laughs again and Levi actually flips her off this time. Eren pulls his hand back down, muttering something about manners. Hanji finally clams down, pretending to wipe a tear from her eye. When she speaks again, she's more serious. "No, really. You guys are cute together."

Eren smiles and thanks her, face reddening at the compliment and Levi makes a humming noise in recognition.

To think, not even 4 months ago, he was homeless, hopeless, and about to kill himself. It almost seems unreal now, like a nightmare he'd woken up from.

All he has now, his friends, this home, this comfortable life…it's all owed to Eren.

He wouldn't have anything right now, if it wasn't for Eren.