Call My Name.

Eren left the office with a smile, flinging his jacket over his shoulder as he headed towards his car. It was finally Friday, which meant he didn't have work for the next two days. It had been a long week, and he was more than ready to spend the weekend at home, curled up on the sofa and binge watch all of his favourite shows he had missed during the week. A weekend of binge watching shit TV, ordering pizza and sleeping in until ten was on his agenda and he couldn't wait to get started.

He was also smiling for another reason. He was about to pull the best prank on his work colleague. Jean was, to put it pleasantly, a huge dick, especially in the office. Outside of work, he was just about tolerable, but at work, he was unbearable.

The two didn't see eye to eye on a lot of things at the best of times, but at work... it was like Jean was his arch nemesis, and he was certain the horse-faced bastard felt the same way. Every time Jean would walk past his office, he would have something to say. Some sort of jibe or insult, some comment which set Eren off. Jean just knew how to get under his skin. Just seeing his face in the canteen was usually enough to make Eren's smile disappear, but when he opened that mouth...

Their rivalry had started off as just workplace banter, throwing the very occasional insult or snarky comment at each other every so often. Which had quickly escalated into a constant bickering between the two. Then Jean had taken it to another level, leaving messages in the form of sticky notes on Eren's car, which Eren had ignored at first. Then Jean had upped his game again, taking a wheel off one of the legs to Eren's office chair. When Eren had sat down on the unbalanced chair he had promptly fallen out of it, flat on his ass. Jean had caught the whole thing on camera and had proceeded to send it to everyone in the building. By the time dinner had rolled around, there wasn't a single person in the building who hadn't seen the humiliating video.

And so, the prank wars had begun.

Eren had egg and floured his car. Jean had thrown his dinner away. Eren had put laxatives in his coffee. It was a never ending cycle. And the bickering had increased tenfold too.

Eren had been thinking long and hard about how to get Jean back for his most recent prank, which Eren had not found at all amusing. Jokes and pranks were one thing, but when Jean had deleted his presentation that he was supposed to give to the director, assistant manager and several room leaders... that was a step too far. Eren had never been so humiliated in all his life, a stuttering, blushing mess in a serious meeting full of his colleagues and superiors. Jean had just sat sniggering the entire time. Eren had nearly been fired for that. Fucking around was one thing, fucking with his work, was something else entirely.

The memory still angered him to this day, a small frown crossing his features as he opened up his car door, throwing his jacket to the passenger seat before sitting down.

He let out a long sigh, tilting his head back against the headrest and closing his eyes as his fingers gripped the steering wheel. He wound down his window, the suffocating heat from where his car had been sat idly in direct sunlight for nine hours straight making him sweat. It was like a fucking sauna. He popped open a couple of buttons on his shirt, loosening his tie and dropping it onto his jacket. He reached into his trouser pocket, pulling out a small credit card, his green eyes glistening with ill intent, smirk pulling at the corners of his lips as he read the name on the front, thumb tracing the edges in admiration.

Jean Kirstein.

Eren couldn't stop the toothy grin as he placed the card in the small compartment next to his gear stick as his fingers twisted the keys in the ignition, starting the car.

He had managed to swipe the morons credit card while he had been in the canteen during dinner. It had been a simple enough task, and an idea that just came to Eren out of nowhere. He hadn't been looking to steal his card. Jean had carelessly left the wallet at the table while he went to take a call at dinner, and Eren had gone through his wallet, hoping to find a really old photo, maybe a drivers licence or something when his eyes had scanned over the card and a totally different idea had came to his mind. He had conspicuously swiped the card and returned the wallet to its rightful place.

The only person who had seen his theft, was his best friend, Armin, who had frowned disapprovingly but hadn't said a thing, understanding the weird relationship between Jean and Eren.

So now he had Jean's credit card. And not just any credit card.

His business credit card.

This was going to be beautiful.

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Eren entered his home, dropping his keys on the table and hanging up his jacket and tie. He kicked off his shoes and ruffled his brown hair as he walked into the living room, sighing softly. It felt so good to be home. Walking through the living room he headed straight to the kitchen, grabbing himself a glass of apple juice from the fridge and pulling out a pizza menu from out of one of the kitchen drawers before he headed for the couch, collapsing exhaustedly.

After a brief sit down where he allowed himself to unwind and ordering his dinner for the night he headed upstairs for a shower. He felt grimy. The sweltering heat making his skin clammy. Sitting in an office all day in these searing temperatures was awful, coupled with the heat from the car on the drive home and he was practically dripping with sweat.

He stepped out of the shower and got himself dried and dressed, throwing on a dark grey tee and black boxer shorts before grabbing his discarded clothes and heading back downstairs. He felt so much more comfortable already. He threw the clothes in the laundry basket, a faint clicking sound near his feet making his brows furrow. Jean's card. He chuckled as he picked it up. Heading back to the living room and sitting on the sofa he toyed with the card in between his fingers, wondering what he should do with it.

He had to be careful. He didn't want Jean to notice anything, not just yet anyway. He couldn't exactly use it to buy things with. Anything he brought would be delivered to Jean's office, and Jean would immediately realise his card was missing. That would be no fun. Unless he just ordered a load of stuff straight away, but it wasn't exactly the payback he thought he deserved after Jean's humiliating prank.

He leaned back against the sofa, tapping the edge of the card thoughtfully against his lips as his mind swam with ideas, finding a considerable flaw with each one. He grunted in annoyance, dropping the card onto the small coffee table and picking up the TV remote. He could think about it over dinner. There was no rush. Jean wouldn't need to use his business credit unless he was sent away and needed it for expenses, and the monthly utilities weren't due for another three weeks. He doubted very much Jean would notice it was gone before then. Damn idiot.

Eren spent most of the evening relaxing, catching up on TV, eating his pizza and enjoying the peace and quiet that came with living alone. Though he was only nineteen, he had always been pretty independent and liked his own company, pretty content living by himself. It gave him the freedom to do whatever he wanted, and he was generally responsible enough to keep a relatively clean and tidy house and deal with bills with ease.

He scrolled through his phone, half paying attention to the television and occasionally responding to texts from Armin. A random ad popped up as he browsed through the internet which he accidentally clicked, taking him to a porn site and he frowned, clicking his teeth in annoyance. Just before he hit the button to take him away from the site, he stopped. Something on the screen catching his attention.

A number to a sex line.

He smirked as his eyes glanced at Jean's credit card, wondering just how the over confident and cocky man would respond when he was questioned about using his business card to call up a sex line. He could just imagine their boss storming into Jean's office, holding up pages of charges to the sordid number and demanding an explanation, could just imagine how shocked, how embarrassed Jean would be.

He pushed himself off the sofa, credit card and phone in hand, all interest in the TV lost as he sat down at his computer, booting it up and began searching the internet, researching companies, options, cost prices, while feverously trying to avoid ones that may hold viruses and the likes. The last thing he needed right now was for this to come back and bite him in the ass by getting a virus on his computer and needing to fork our for a new one.

His eyes brightened when he came across a male sex line. Fucking hell this was just too good! Jean was a real ladies man, always flirting with every girl he came into contact with, thought of himself as a right player. If it got out he had been calling a sex line to get off to, and a male one at that. It would just be too sweet. Eren smiled, unable to fight the small chuckle of victory. There would be no beating this, surely.

He picked up his phone and dialled the number on the computer screen, hesitating for just a moment before clicking the call button and raising the phone to his ear, sighing gently.

This was going to be perfect.

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Eren listened to the overly sexual advertisement, quickly retrieving another glass of juice from the fridge and taking a small sip as he sat back down at his computer. His fingers tapping the card on the desk absentmindedly, before a pre recorded voice prompted him to enter his credit card details. He blinked, bringing the phone away from his ear and slowly and carefully entered the digits from Jean's card, expiry and security code quickly following before he put the phone back to his ear.

He took a deep breath, feeling quite nervous all of a sudden. He had no idea why he felt so timid. Maybe because he didn't know what to expect. It's not like he wanted to actually engage in dirty talk with a random stranger, he just wanted to rack up a huge bill, and that would certainly be easier to do with a guy than with a girl. Hopefully whoever he got connected to would understand and play along, or at least see the funny side to it and not report him. The thought of getting found out and getting into trouble only added to his slightly anxious state. He swallowed, feeling his throat become dry and took another sip of juice as he waited.

"Good evening, you're through to Levi. And who might I be speaking to?" Eren froze. His eyes widening as the most sultry, indulgent voice he had ever heard penetrated his ears without apology. He pressed his lips together hard, the thought that maybe he should abandon this idea straight away, right now, floating through his head for the briefest of seconds. A low, dark chuckle whispered through the receiver, pulling Eren back to reality with force.

"Are you shy? Or are you just playing hard to get?" Eren's mouth opened and closed repeatedly, but no sounds came out. Shit! This was bad! What the fuck?! Do guys really talk like that? He felt his cheeks heat up, tips of his ears burning as that chuckle practically vibrated through the phone again.

"That's okay, I can play hard if you want me to." That voice was sinful. Dripping with lust and pure sex. A strangled sound made it's way from Eren's throat without his permission and he smacked a hand over his mouth, eyes widening in horror. Fuck, please don't let him have heard that...

"So you are there. That's good to know. I was worried for a moment I had scared you off already." Eren's hand uncovered his mouth and ran through his hair, the hand holding the phone to his ear trembling as he licked his lips and swallowed thickly. Sirens were sounding in his head. He should just end the call, just hang up right now.

"What should I call you, baby?" Definitely should hang up right now.

Eren grit his teeth as the velvety voice spoke to him through the phone, eyes screwing shut in an almost painful expression. He released the breath he hadn't even realised he had been holding, a little too loudly and quickly took another, trying to fill his burning lungs with much needed oxygen.

"Oh you sound delicious. I wonder what other cute noises I can bring out of you tonight, hm?" this man was relentless. Eren felt his stomach twisting uncomfortably, a heat pooling in the pit of his stomach and he quickly shook his head. This was not what he had expected when he had imagined his brilliant plan. His hand reached for Jean's credit card, fingers tightening around it painfully, the edges digging into his palm painfully.

"Come on, tell me your name. No need to be shy here. It's just you and me." The voice drawled on the other end, the first part sounding almost like a plea which quickly turned into something much more suggestive. Trying to coax him into cooperating. He must think Eren is a fucking loser right now. Eren gave another firm shake of his head.

"E-Eren." He stuttered, finally finding his voice somewhere in his mess of a body.

"Eren, huh? I like that. Why don't you tell me what you look like, Eren?" Eren's face scrunched up again, the way this man said his name, the way it just rolled off his tongue, completely saturated with desire made his heart race.

"Stop..." he practically whispered, clearing his throat and finally opening his eyes, glaring daggers at the computer screen in front of him, and damning that number all to hell.

"Stop." He said again, more firmly this time, louder and with much more conviction. Levi chuckled.

"Stop? I haven't even started yet Eren. Tell me what you look like." It didn't sound as much of a question anymore but more of an order. Eren bit his lip, trying to cling on to what little decency he had left at this point.

"No, wait. You've got this wrong... I need to explain..." there was a small silence and Eren sighed. There was no possible way this was going to end well. But there was also no possible way he could sit here and endure this a moment longer either. Something, somewhere, had to give.

"I don't want to..." he couldn't say it. He couldn't bring himself to say it! God he really was a loser.

"Dial the wrong number did you, Eren?" The voice held a playful tone to it, teasing the brunette, but still held its seductive undertone. This man was going to be the death of him if he didn't stop speaking like that.

"No... but... I just want to talk..." god he sounded pathetic. Like some total moron who calls up a sex line to just have a conversation with another human being. Like he had absolutely no one else who he could just talk to. Eren realised how sad it sounded instantly and ran a hand down his face. The man on the other end chuckled again.

"I'm afraid it's not that kind of line Eren. You should have tried the Samaritans." Eren was getting frustrated. Well, Eren was already frustrated... but a different kind of frustration was starting to take over him. He rolled his eyes and let out a loud sigh, dropping his hand to his thigh with a light slap in exasperation.

"Will you just shut up and listen for a minute? Let me explain?" Another silence. Longer than the previous, but equally as nerve wracking.

"Go on then. I'm listening." This time there was a small bite to the tone, it didn't sound angry, or upset. But it was quite clear that the guy was struggling to keep up the charade now. The lustful tone considerably subdued. Eren was thankful. He took another deep breath, turning his attention back to the credit card on the desk and tapping it against the wood as he spoke.

"Alright so, there's this guy from work who is a right knob, ok? And I need to get a bit of revenge on him so... I stole his business credit card to call... you... to get him in trouble..." Eren winced a little, half expecting the man to give him an earful, to shout about how childish and immature he was, about how this was his job and how dare he...

But instead, Eren was met with another small chuckle.

"Hold on... let me get this right..." Eren felt himself relax only slightly as the stranger seemed to completely drop the sexy voice, instead his tone was amused, maybe slightly irritated? Eren couldn't really tell.

"You stole your co-workers credit card to call a sex line, to get him in trouble? With who?" Eren rolled his eyes.

"His boss obviously. It's a business credit card, so the company will see he has been using his business card for... not... business related... things..." Eren trailed off, losing his confidence the more he talked, dropping the card and scratching the back of his neck nervously. A small pause was followed up with a hearty laugh and Eren couldn't help but smile himself.

"Oh wow, that has got to be the best thing I have heard tonight." Eren smiled a little more, surprised that he was taking it this well. He blinked in mild surprise.

"So, you're not mad then?" he asked, part of him hoping he would be able to hold a normal conversation with this man now. The longer he was on the line for, the bigger the bill would be. Although, Eren quickly surmised that it didn't really matter even if the guy hung up, he could always get connected to another operator or call another company...

But that would also mean needing to endure that first awkward part of the conversation again. And he desperately wanted to avoid that if at all possible.

"Mad? Why would I be mad? It's not my card." He sounded genuinely confused and thoroughly entertained at the same time and Eren shrugged, reaching for his juice.

"I don't know... I mean, I'm stopping you from working aren't I? Shouldn't you be hanging up or reporting me or something?" Eren asked, taking a sip from his glass, soothing his parched throat.

"Eren. I get paid regardless." Eren nodded in understanding, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"I suppose."

"It's a change of pace, and certainly not what I was expecting when I got to work tonight... but still. Money is money. As long as I don't get caught by the boss I can chat for a while. Besides... I'm dying to hear more about this." He sounded genuinely amused with the situation and Eren smiled again, feeling his previous nerves slowly fade away. He scoffed a little.

Maybe this wasn't going to be the shit show he thought it was going to be after all.

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There was a brief pause before the silence was broken again.

"So, what exactly did this co-worker do to warrant you stealing his business card and calling a sex line?" Eren smiled at the amused tone, switching his phone to his other hand and taking another sip of his juice.

"He nearly got me fired." He replied casually, eyebrows drawing together as he bitterly recalled the day. Jean was definitely going to pay for that little stunt. And heavily.

"He what? How?" the voice was incredulous, almost shocked, like he couldn't believe someone would do that. But then again, he didn't know Jean.

Eren placed his glass back down, folding his arm across his stomach as he relaxed back in the computer chair at his desk. He felt much more relaxed than he had done a few brief minutes ago. The man was clearly not going anywhere until he had all the details and he seemed happy enough to take a break from his usual talks. Eren was happy about that. After all, he really didn't want to call up and face another humiliating experience.

It had definitely been humiliating.

"He deleted a presentation that I was supposed to give to a load of big shots and my colleagues. I didn't even realise it was gone because for the first part of the meeting, I didn't need the presentation. Then I stood up to start and was met with just a white screen." Eren explained casually, getting to his feet and picking up the box containing his half eaten pizza as he headed to the kitchen. He reached his fridge and popped the box inside. At least breakfast was sorted for in the morning. He blinked at the small silence and was about to ask if the man was still there when his soft voice reached his ears.

"Shit..." Eren scoffed scornfully, grabbing the half empty carton of apple juice and heading back to the living room.

"Yeah. It was embarrassing and my boss was far from impressed to say the least." He gave a small shake of his head, remembering the conversation he had had with Erwin as soon as the meeting was over. Eren had been completely mortified.

"Why would the little shit do something like that in the first place?" Eren held the phone against his cheek and shoulder as he picked up the glass from by the computer, opting to change positions and sit more comfortably on the sofa. Placing the glass and juice on the coffee table in front of him as he let out a small sigh.

"Oh he's always doing shit to piss me off at work. Outside work, I can tolerate him in small doses, but inside work he's a total dick." He lay down on the sofa, feeling surprisingly at ease. It was like he was just talking to a friend. Someone he had known for months. The conversation just flowed so easily. It was hard to believe that this very same man nearly gave him a heart attack not too long ago.

"Outside work? You hang out with him outside work?" he sounded surprised, like Eren was crazy for even considering associating with him more than he had to. Eren gave a small shrug dismissively.

"Well... not really... but he is close friends with one of my friends so he is just there sometimes."

"Oh, I see." Was the easy reply, realisation seeming to dawn on the man on the other end of the phone. Another small silence ensued and Eren poured himself another drink.

"But yeah, he's a nightmare to work with. Always has some sort of comment to make. Always pulling pranks. Total jerk." The man released a small chuckle, for some reason reminding Eren of his previous overtly sexual chuckle and he grit his teeth, swallowing hard as his throat constricted tightly. What the hell was wrong with him?!

"Sounds like it. Well, you got him back good this time, Eren." The brunette tried to ignore the knots that formed in his stomach from the way his name came from the others mouth. His voice calm, even, maybe even slightly bored. It's not even like he said it in a sexual way. He had actually completely dropped the sultry tone, he was just talking in his normal voice. But still it did something to Eren's insides.

Eren shook his head, forcing away the thoughts and feelings raging within him. He was just tired. And probably unknowingly on edge from earlier. That's all.

"This is only the start, I don't plan on stopping after just one call."

"Oh is that so?" his tone was teasing now, almost goading him and Eren found himself frowning slightly, forcing himself to sit upright as if to address the matter seriously.

"No I want to get him back good for this. Jean probably won't notice that his card is missing for a while. I've got a week to kill at least." Shrugging his shoulders he reached for his glass, running his finger around the rim several times as another silence fell over them. Eren shifted uncomfortably.

"So... erm... I'm assuming this is a first for you right? Like, you don't normally get these kinds of calls?" he winced. Why the fuck had he even asked that question? Obviously he didn't get these kind of calls. He was a sex line operator not a fucking therapist! Eren internally chastised himself for his stupidity.

"Not usually no. Like I said this is definitely a change of pace. But I wouldn't exactly say it's an unpleasant one." Eren's eyes widened slightly. Did he really just say that? Was he enjoying taking to Eren? Eren didn't know how to respond.

"Yeah..." he muttered, quickly take a large gulp of his juice.

"Sorry about earlier by the way. I obviously didn't know you would be so uncomfortable." Eren shrugged, for some reason he found himself smiling, though his eyebrows knitted together slightly.

"I wasn't uncomfortable." He froze on the spot, realising what had just came from his mouth. Not only was it a big fat lie, but it sounded like Eren had been completely at ease... like he called sex lines regularly or worse, that he had actually enjoyed it.

"Oh?" was the slightly surprised but also teasing reply. Eren scrunched his face up, pressing a hand to his forehead and gripping his hair. He really was an idiot sometimes.

"I mean... no... I didn't mean that. I mean, I was just... surprised." He stuttered out, feeling his face heat up again from his horrifying admission. Just how many times was he going to blush through this conversation? How many times would he make a complete fool out of himself?

"Nice save, Eren." Came the dry reply, hinting that the man clearly did not believe him. Eren frowned, tutting slightly in mild irritation.

"Shut up. I'm a paying customer remember? Where are your manners?" he grumbled, feeling mildly annoyed on being called out on his own bullshit. Was it bullshit? Of course it was. He certainly hadn't enjoyed it. He really was just surprised.

"Technically, you're not paying for shit. And luckily for me, my job doesn't require me to have manners." He deadpanned and Eren scoffed, leaning back against the sofa, hand holding his glass of juice.

"What if it did though? What if I happen to be the kind of person who gets off on pleases and thank you's. Then what?" he asked casually, taking several sips from his glass, feeling quite confident that the stranger wouldn't have a decent comeback for that.

"The pleasing part I can do." Eren's eyes almost popped out of their sockets and he lurched forward, literally spitting juice everywhere. He coughed several times, desperately trying to compose himself again as his face burned. He heard a distant faint chuckle through the receiver, but chose to ignore it for the time being.

His shirt and boxers were splattered with juice. Thighs sticky with sweet liquid and he frowned, trying to control his spluttering.

"Jesus what the fuck?" he almost squealed, managing to get himself back under control. His throat was hurting, feeling sore and scratchy from his intense coughing fit and he was pretty sure he could taste apple juice in his nose.

"Sorry Eren, just surprising you." Came the playful response. Eren frowned, shaking his head as he glanced over the mess he was in.

"You're a dick." He hissed, grabbing some tissues from a box on the coffee table and frantically rubbing himself down, like the fragile sheets of paper were going to miraculously dry him off.

"Not my fault you went and exploded all over yourself." The voice was casual, no humour or playful lilt to it. But Eren froze, the double entendre not lost on him for a moment. His cheeks flushed again.

He shook his head, refusing to acknowledge the response, focusing intently on trying to get himself cleaned up. He let out an annoyed sigh as he dropped the slightly torn up tissues onto the coffee table, seemingly satisfied with his efforts and ran a hand through his hair as he leaned back against the sofa again.

Another tense silence settled between them and Eren picked at the edges of his shirt absentmindedly. Where could he go from here? He cleared his throat.

"So, have you been doing this long?" he asked, mulling the question over in his head. That was an acceptable thing to ask, right? For some reason he felt a bit nervous asking anything too personal. There was no need after all. They could sit in silence and the guy would still get paid and Jean would still get billed... well, the company on Jean's behalf would.

But still the silence was too awkward. He wanted to make conversation, but was nervous about it.

"Ah, about three years now I think, maybe four. It's not bad. I mean it's not exactly the dream job I wanted when I was ten, but it's not bad." Eren shouldn't be smiling, but he does anyway.

"Pays the bills I guess?" Eren replied casually, earning a small hum from the other end of the phone.

"Yeah, that's right." Came the drawling response and Eren sunk his teeth into his bottom lip. How did this man still sound this alluring without even trying? He continued to pick at his shirt, reminiscing of how this conversation had started, his face flushing as he thought back to just how sexy this guy had sounded. His embarrassment only increased when he remembered how it had made him feel.

His treacherous body getting so carried away with itself like that. Over a voice.

"Eren? Are you still there?" he blinked in surprise, realising he hadn't said anything in a while and cleared his throat.

"Oh yeah sorry, erm, I'm here." He stuttered earning himself a scoff from the stranger.

"Boring you am I Eren?" he did not sound very amused, but his voice was still quite playful. Still Eren panicked, a deep frown pulling at his features.

"No! No, no, no that's not... you're not..." a deep chuckle reverberated through the phone.

"Relax, Eren, I'm joking." Eren took a deep breath, shaking his head and staring at the ceiling, smiling.

"I should probably go..." Eren muttered, glancing at the time and realising it was already almost two. How on earth had that much time passed?!

"Oh that is a shame." Eren frowned again, blinking in confusion and deciding he was entirely imagining the sincerity that was lacing the man's voice.

"Well, if you're planning on using that card another few times at least, make sure you ask for me. Okay?" Eren couldn't help the smile at the thought that this man actually wanted to talk to him again. Maybe he really did enjoy talking to Eren? Then again, maybe Eren was just more preferable than the alternative. Still, the feeling it brought about in the pit of his stomach wasn't particularly unpleasant.

"And who do I ask for?" Eren asked, realising in all this time he hadn't even caught the mans name. A scoffing sound pierced his ears.

"You don't remember my name? Wow, and I thought we had something special." The man mocked, feigning hurt and Eren frowned.

"You didn't give me your name!" he almost shrieked, insulted that he was being accused of forgetting the strangers name.

"Oh yes I did. I always introduce myself. I'm hurt Eren, genuinely." More forced sadness came from the other end and Eren actually felt bad, for a moment.

"Yeah well... sorry but I was a little..."

"Surprised?" Eren scowled, deciding to not say anything else and the man chuckled.

"My name is Levi."

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Eren went to bed that night with a mixed array of feelings flowing through him. He was happy that this plan seemed to be working, and Levi even seemed happy enough to entertain it with him, asking him to ask for him next time.

But the fact he had asked that, made Eren feel things. Things he couldn't really explain. He kept replaying the entire conversation over in his head, from start to finish, remembering how Levi's words had affected him. How his sultry silk like voice had had an instant affect on his body. Though he was desperate to deny it, Eren had been very close to being aroused. He tried to rationalise it as best as he could. He was a teenager, looking at an apple would probably get him excited. But he knew that wasn't entirely the case.

Maybe it was just the excitement from calling a sex line? Eren had obviously never called one before, maybe it was more thrilling for him than he realised?

Maybe it was just the way Levi said his name. The tone he used. It was his job after all. And he was clearly very good at it.

There was no possible way that Eren could be attracted to Levi... was there? He had never even met him, didn't have the faintest clue as to what he even looked like. They had only had one incredibly weird and awkward conversation. Eren shot that idea down straight away. It just wasn't possible.

The next morning, Eren went through the motions. He got up, brushed his teeth had a shower, changed his clothes, went downstairs, had breakfast, and then continued with the shows he hadn't managed to catch up on last night.

Last night.

His eyes immediately shifted to Jean's credit card and the idea to call Levi entered his brain for a fraction of a second, before he realised he probably wouldn't be there at this time, and he scolded himself for being so eager.

He was hoping their next conversation wouldn't be as awkward. Obviously once Levi heard it was Eren on the phone he would drop the act and they could just talk. There was no harm in just chatting was there? It was just talk.

That's all.

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Eren waited patiently, his phone pressed to his ear as he sat on the sofa, waiting to be connected to Levi.

"Good evening, you're through to Levi. I hope I haven't kept you waiting." Eren felt his eyes flutter upon hearing that incredibly erotic voice. He cleared his throat.

"Hey it's Eren." He said, hoping for some reason that Levi wasn't disappointed that it was him.

"Ah Eren, nice to hear from you again." Levi responded, seeming to immediately switch out of his 'work' voice. Eren smiled, scoffing a little at his statement. Was it really nice to hear from him, or was he being sarcastic? Eren couldn't tell with him. He dropped it, figuring it wasn't important.

"Ha... yeah... so how was your day?" he asked, wincing a little at how stupid his question was. He should really have spent the day making a list of non-awkward and acceptable questions to ask. That would have made things a lot easier. Though Levi responded, apparently not at all fazed by the question.

"Hm. Boring. I slept in late, went shopping, did some cleaning. My sister popped round unexpectedly too which annoyed the shit out of me." Eren chuckled, frowning a little

"Why?" he asked.

"Because she's annoying."

After that, the conversation seemed to flow effortlessly between the two. Random questions being shot back and forth, Eren actually found out quite a bit about Levi, and was surprised at just how easy he was to talk to, how natural it felt.

Levi was twenty seven years old, coming twenty eight. That had made Eren shift a little uncomfortably, knowing he was talking to a guy who was almost ten years his senior. But he quickly shrugged it off. They were just talking.

Levi had a younger sister who visited infrequently, usually when she wanted something. The only people who knew about his work were his two closest friends, and funnily enough, he only lived about half an hours drive from the local town, about an hour away from Eren.

He also found out, that Levi hated sleeping in late, loved tea, and was quite particular about cleanliness and tidiness. Eren had laughed wholeheartedly when Levi had told him about the one time he had gone to speak to a colleague, and upon seeing the state of their office, had spent the next two hours cleaning it, and then left, completely forgetting what he had been meaning to originally say to them.

They both seemed to share a passion for TV shows.

"Have you seen Spartacus?" Eren asked, lying on his back on the sofa, unable to hide his excitement for one of his favourite shows.

"Er, no... I don't believe I have." Levi replied thoughtfully and Eren groaned.

"You have to watch it. It's just incredible." Levi let out a long disbelieving hum but Eren cut him off.

"No. It is. You have to watch it." He said firmly, causing Levi to laugh on the other end of the phone. Eren took a deep breath shaking his head as he pressed a hand to his forehead.

"But watch Blood and Sand first. It might be the second season in the collection, but watch it first because it will definitely get you hooked."

"Blood and Sand?"

"Yeah, Blood and Sand, Gods of the Arena, Vengeance and then War of the Damned." Levi chuckled, clearly hearing the excitement in Eren's voice and Eren decided to reign it in a little, pressing his lips together but smiling regardless. Now he really wanted to watch Spartacus. Preferably with Levi.

Wait... What!?

"Which one is your favourite then, Eren?" Eren hissed, pushing that obtrusive thought to the back of his head for now.

"You can't ask me that. That's a really mean question." Levi chuckled more, his voice playful.

"Well, I think I just did, and I expect an answer so..." Eren whined as he bit his bottom lip.

"I can't. Blood and Sand has Manu Bennett, but Gods of the Arena has Dustin Clare and I just can't choose because... I can't tell you... because it will spoil it... but I can't choose." Levi laughed wholeheartedly and Eren smiled. He had an amazing laugh. It caused his heart to throw gently and the hairs at the back of his neck to stand on end. He definitely liked it when Levi laughed.

Then the thought that he had just quite openly expressed his interest in men crossed his mind and his smile began to fall slightly. What was that, Eren? Why would he even say something like that? See, this is what happens when Eren gets overexcited. His mouth runs away with him and he says stupid things.

Levi didn't seem to notice. Either that or he didn't wish to question it further. Eren ran a hand through his hair, sighing softly.

"So... are you ever going to admit to Jean that it was you who stole his card?" Levi asked and Eren smirked.

"He will know it's me, I don't need to admit anything." His previous excitement faded at the mention of his rival, tone becoming almost irritated and sour.

"You really hate this guy don't you?" Levi asked, genuinely. It warmed Eren a little to know that Levi was as curious about him as he was about Levi. Levi had asked quite a few questions tonight, participating in the conversation a lot more than the previous night. He seemed more relaxed himself. It felt like Eren had known Levi a lot longer than just twenty four hours.

"I don't hate him... it's more of a violent dislike. Just seeing him in the mornings is enough to make my blood boil." Eren responded dryly. Levi chuckled, causing Eren's heart to skip a beat.

"His appearance offends you?" he asked playfully an Eren rolled his eyes. Oh now he's asked for it.

"Oh you have no idea!"

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Sunday morning quickly approached and Eren felt a little off. He had stayed up until 3am talking to Levi. He hadn't even noticed the time until he had started yawning almost constantly as Levi spoke.

"Am I boring you Eren?" Levi had asked, after hearing him yawn yet again and Eren had given his head a quick shake.

"Sorry, I'm so tired. What time is it anyway?"

"Just gone three." Eren's eyes widened and he sat up from the sofa.

"Shit, really?" Eren stretched, popping out the muscles in his back.

"Hmm." Eren rubbed the back of his neck, sighing loudly.

"Do you want me to stay until your shift finishes?"

"What?" Eren froze. Why had he just said that? Jesus Christ, Levi must think he's a right freak. He flushed, starting to stutter slightly.

"Er... well, I just mean that... if you have only got like ten minutes left... you wouldn't have time to-go take another call right? I-I could stay... so you still get..."

"You're babbling." Levi interjected. Eren could hear the smile in his voice and he sighed.

"Shut up. I'm tired."

"And you would be surprised what I can get done in ten minutes." Eren's face heated up as thoughts of Levi with that sexy voice and lewd words invades his mind. Yeah, he probably would be surprised. Eren cleared his throat awkwardly and he heard Levi groan softly.

"But, as it so happens my shift finished an hour ago, so, you don't need to worry about that." Eren blinked.

"Wait... what? Why didn't you say something?" Eren asked confused as to why Levi hadn't got off the phone an hour ago. He was certainly under no obligation to stay and talk to Eren. So why would he? Eren felt his heart flutter at the thought that maybe Levi was enjoying talking to Eren and hadn't wanted to leave. Maybe he had lost track of time?

"I didn't mind. It's a bit of overtime. Plus, the conversation wasn't bad." Eren smiled, touched by Levi's words and looked at the floor shyly, running a hand through his hair.

"Can I... can I call again tomorrow?" There was a small silence which made Eren incredibly nervous and he almost tried to brush it off before Levi interrupted him.

"I'm off tomorrow." He replied and Eren felt his nerves subside slightly.

"Oh... ok..." Why did he sound so disappointed?

"I'm back in Monday." Levi continued and Eren found himself smiling again.

But Eren was feeling off this morning. Partly because he was tired from such a late night and partly because he actually felt bored. His mind drifted to Levi and he poured slightly, already miserable that he wouldn't be able to talk to the man tonight.

That was the other reason why Eren was feeling off.

As stupid as it was, calling Levi the last couple of nights had been nice. Sure a little awkward at first, but still it was something different, someone different. Thrilling. He was looking forward to calling him. Eren knew it was ridiculous, he knew he shouldn't be feeling this way. But still, something about Levi was drawing him in. Maybe it was because it was so impossible, maybe it was his occupation, but whatever it was, Eren was hooked.

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Sunday was a bore and Eren had been counting down the hours since he got into work this morning. He was unfocused, struggling to find the motivation to do his job and make it through the day.

He was sat at his desk rearranging his pens and putting the few paper clips on his desk in a straight and neat line. He tidied up his office space and ran a hand through his hair. He should really carry on with his work. But his mind was elsewhere.

His mind kept bringing him back to Levi.

His office door opened and Jean strutted in like he owned the place, flashing Eren a smug smile.

"How was your weekend Jaeger?" he asked, taking up a seat at the corner of his desk. Eren barely reacted to his presence, spinning his pen absentmindedly on his desk, his other arm draped around the back of his chair, eyes focused on the spinning object. He shrugged.

"Alright I guess." He replied casually not even looking in his direction.

"I had the best party! So many girls, so little time." Eren just raised his eyebrows in acknowledgement. Jean shoved his arm.

"Shame you weren't there Jaeger! Might have been able to get you some action for a change." Eren didn't respond. After a minute of awkward silence Jean scoffed and stood up, heading for the door.

"Erwin wants all the files in order by Wednesday so you had better get to it."

"Sure thing, Jean." Eren replied, no malice in his voice at all. Jean was thrown by Eren's attitude, but left without a word. Eren didn't really notice. He was not interested in Jean right now, didn't have the energy or the desire to engage him in any way. His thoughts clouded by a voice he had grown quite accustomed to.

After what felt like an eternity, it was time for Eren to leave the office. He gathered up his things and was about to head to the door when Armin appeared.

"Hey, fancy coming over to mine for a few hours tonight? Games, beers and pizza?" Armin asked cheerfully. Eren gave him a smile. That sounded really good. A night relaxing with his best friend playing games and just unwinding was definitely needed. But he really wanted to call Levi.

"Ah... I dunno Armin, I really need a shower and I might have plans tonight." Armin's face dropped a little but then he gave an even bigger smile.

"You can shower at mine? Just a few hours? I have an online workshop at ten anyway. Leave your car here, we can take mine and I'll drive you home around nine thirty and come pick you up for work in the morning?" Eren thought about it for a minute. He doubted very much that Levi would be at work before nine, and spending time with Armin would certainly make time fly faster. He finally agreed and the two drove to Armin's house.

Eren showered while Armin ordered pizza and even washed Eren's clothes. Eren changed into some spare clothes he had left at Armin's and headed downstairs. There had been quite a few occasions when he had stayed at Armin's overnight and forgot to take his clothes home so he had a couple of bits there.

Eren took the beer that Armin offered and the two sat down together, playing video games and eating pizza. Eren had a couple of drinks but Armin didn't, after all, he was driving Eren home and had a workshop later on. Plus Armin was a light weight.

The two settled into conversation and playful banter as they played and Eren found himself relaxed and quite content.

"So, what plans do you have later then, Eren?" Armin asked, glancing at his friend before quickly returning his gaze to the TV. Eren paused but gave a small shrug.

"Just a phone call with someone. Nothing important." Armin smirked.

"A phone call? You hate phone calls. What's his name?" Eren chuckled, nudging Armin playfully.

"It's not like that." He replied.

"Then why are you blushing?" Eren tutted, elbowing Armin roughly.

"Shut up!" Armin only chuckled, dropping the controller on the floor in defeat when Eren beat him again.

"You always beat me."

"Should have been paying more attention." Eren quipped, leaning back on the sofa and bringing the bottle of beer to his lips.

"So? What's his name?" Eren gazed into cerulean eyes for a moment. Not entirely sure whether he should give Armin any details. Not that there were many details to give. It was just a name. And Armin certainly wouldn't know him.

"Levi."

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Armin dropped Eren home and told him to be ready to go in the morning and the two said their goodbyes. Eren practically flew through the door, dropping his now clean and ironed clothes unceremoniously on the couch as he picked up Jean's card and headed upstairs, dialling the number as he entered his room. He sat on the edge of his bed and kicked off his shoes, running a hand through his hair and glancing at the clock. 9.47. He hoped Armin would get home in time for his workshop.

"Good evening, this is Levi. Who may I be talking to?" Eren licked his lips, feeling like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders as he hears Levi's voice wash over him.

"Hey, it's Eren." He was about to lie down and get comfortable on his bed when he heard Levi's reply.

"Eren, pleasure to hear from you again Eren. Why don't you tell me what you'd like me to do for you tonight?" Eren froze. Levi, had not dropped his arousing demeanour. He felt a shiver run down his spine at Levi's words, the tone in his voice slipping into his senses and provoking the most salacious images. He needed to stop.

"Levi? Wh-what are..?" Eren stuttered, feeling very hot and flustered all of a sudden, sitting on his bed and rubbing the back of his neck as his whole body reacted to the incredibly awkward situation.

"Don't be shy, tell you what. How about I tell you what I'd like to do to you?" Eren's breath hitched in his throat, jaw clenching as he swallowed, his throat becoming incredibly dry all of a sudden. Just what the hell was Levi doing? Was he fucking high?

"L-Levi..." before Eren could continue to try and ask what Levi was playing at, the sultry voice on the other end of the line started talking.

"How about we start with that gorgeous cock of yours Eren?" He should hang up. He should hang up right fucking now and never call back again. So why wasn't he? Why was he froze to the spot? Breathing far too heavily for his own liking. He didn't understand this. Not any if it. Still his confusion did not seem to bother Levi right now.

"Are you going to let me suck it for you tonight Eren? Make you all nice and wet? Or are you going to make me beg for it again?" Eren's whole body was burning. His heart hammering in his chest, and he was horrified when he realised he was painfully hard right now. He bit his bottom lip hard, almost to the point of breaking the skin and gripped his hair. What the hell was Levi playing at? Was he confused? Was there another Eren who he talked like this to? He couldn't do this. He pulled the phone away from his ear, about to slam the big red button to end the call when Levi's voice whispered through the phone again.

"Wait there one second, Eren, don't you dare go anywhere." The sexy command made Eren stop hanging up and the line went deathly silent. Eren swallowed again, shaking his head at the device, his mind filling with a million thoughts right now. This was not what he had expected. He had been looking forward to talking to Levi. But now, he just wanted to hang up. Partly from sheer embarrassment, partly from hurt.

He was embarrassed. No doubt about it. But he was mostly embarrassed at his own reaction to Levi, more than anything else. What if Levi really was just confused? How would he react knowing the state Eren was in right now? Whether it was his fault or not? But Eren was also hurt. Because he couldn't help but feel like Levi was just playing with him. Purposely trying to humiliate him. Maybe he had a suspicion that Eren may potentially have a bit of a crush on him, and wanted to embarrass and exploit him. It was the only thing that made sense to Eren.

But those thoughts made Eren angry. And that was the only thing keeping him from hanging up right now. He needed to know. And then respond accordingly. He focused on steadying his breathing, trying to not give Levi any indication of his current state when he came back, and tried to will away the straining erection in his boxers. He felt pathetic. Getting so turned on by a voice, a voice that may not have even been meant for him.

After a couple of minutes, there was a small click and Eren took a deep breath.

"Eren. Are you there?" It was Levi. And it wasn't his 'sex voice', it was his normal voice. A voice that sounded serious, maybe even a little concerned. Eren grit his teeth, eyes glaring straight in front of him at nothing in particular.

"Eren?" Levi sounded panicked, only slightly, but Eren picked up on it. He swallowed.

"Yeah. I'm here." He managed to get out, without stuttering. A sigh of relief flowed from Levi.

"Thank god, Jesus, I'm sorry. I was being audited. My boss was sat in the room listening to our conversation." Eren blinked. That was not the response he had been expecting. He frowned a little, rubbing his face to try and calm himself down and sighing.

"You guys... get audited?" he asked, his body starting to relax slightly as he ran a hand through his hair, taking yet another deep breath to try and quell all the mixed emotions he was feeling right now.

"Yeah, every few months the boss comes and does the rounds. It's never planned or announced. Just comes and listens for a couple of minutes to make sure we're performing well and shit." Eren scoffed. Now he was starting to feel stupid. He shook his head.

"Eren... are you okay?" there was genuine concern in his voice. Concern he didn't need to have, but it was there nevertheless. It made Eren's anger fade, but his heart flutter. He smiled, despite the situation.

"Yeah. Was just... surprised." Levi scoffed and chuckled and Eren smiled more, happy that there was a simple explanation for the misunderstanding.

Though the thoughts and feelings he had had regarding the situation would take a while to figure out.

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Eren would be lying if he said their conversation had been as thrilling as usual. He enjoyed it nonetheless, but Eren couldn't stop thinking about earlier. They had engaged in conversation, telling each other about their day off, Eren telling Levi about his little game session with Armin. Conveniently leaving out the part where he had mentioned Levi to Armin of course. That would just be embarrassing. He was pretty certain Levi never mentioned him to anybody, probably had more of a chance of him mentioning his other clients. He could just imagine the man sitting with his friends and laughing about some sick freak on the other end of the line.

Whereas Eren. He was just Eren. Plain, boring Eren. The guy who called him up for random conversation.

"Hey, Levi?" Eren suddenly asked, breaking himself out of his thoughts.

"Hm?"

"What do you look like?" there was a small pause where Eren's already highly strung nerves were wound a little tighter. Why had he even asked? He shouldn't even care!

"Oh. Well if you really want to know, you're going to have to tell me what you look like first." There was a playful lick to his tone and Eren frowned.

"How is that fair?" he quipped, delighting when Levi chuckled.

"Hey, fair is fair, I've asked you before and you didn't respond. So, give to receive, Eren." The brunette rolled his eyes, remembering one of the random conversations they had had where Levi had in fact asked him what he looked like but Eren had somehow avoided answering. He shrugged.

"Okay... I've got brown hair. Green eyes. Erm... just average I think. Average height, there's nothing that really stands out about me." He paused picking off little bits of fluff from his tee shirt.

"You're turn." He prompted. Levi chuckled.

"Alright. I've got black hair, grey eyes... not quite average height. That's about it." Eren frowned.

"Well that's vague." He deadpanned, making Levi chuckle.

"You didn't exactly give a detailed description yourself, Eren." Eren smiled, resting his hand against his stomach. He was still feeling incredibly turned on by Levi's earlier stunt. He felt frustrated with himself, so conversation had been a bit more difficult than usual.

"Do you enjoy what you do?" Eren asked, his mouth running away with him again. A slight pause before Levi responded.

"It is what it is. It's not good, it's not shit. It's just... a job." He brushed it off like it was nothing. Like he could take it or leave it. Eren briefly wondered how he got in to it. What made him start? Was he always this good, or did it take months of practice? Maybe Levi used to use sex lines as a teenager, and that's how he got into it?

"At least you don't like any of them, or know them. That would be weird." Eren has no idea what he's saying anymore. The hand at his stomach tracing the waistband of his boxers, his heartbeat steadily increasing. He should stop this. Stop it right now.

"No there's nothing like that. No... connection. Not on my part anyway. I just do what I can to keep them on the line." Eren doesn't know why his stomach clenches at his words, why he feels so disheartened. But he does. But he doesn't dwell on it, letting out a hum of acknowledgment, fingers dipping ever so slightly just under the waistband of her boxers, nails lightly dragging across his sensitive skin.

"How does it start?" he asks boldly, completely forgetting himself for a moment. Does he even want to know? A part of him really does. The air around Eren seems to have thickened. Was he really toying with the idea of this? Was this a line he really wanted to cross right now? He didn't know. Clearly he had lost his mind at some point in this conversation. Probably when Levi had told him that he wanted to suck his cock.

"That usually depends. If it's a regular client or someone new. If it's someone new, it's usually asking what they look like, funnily enough. If it's a regular, then I already know what they like and it just sort of goes from there." Levi was being quite vague again. But Eren didn't care.

Eren licked his lips, his hand ghosting down his thigh. The familiar heat pooling in the pit of his stomach increasing. His treacherous body jolting to life. This was dangerous territory he was in right now, teetering on the line. Should he take a step over it? See what Levi's reaction would be? Where it would go? Or stay in his lane? He knows he shouldn't be doing this right now. He should stop. A part if him is screaming at him to just stop! What are you doing?? But another part of him knows exactly what he's doing. And that part of him doesn't want to stop. So he doesn't. He bit his lip.

"What if it was me? Then what?" Eren asks, feeling a shiver run down his body as he waits patiently for Levi's response.

"Hm. Probably something along the lines of 'Are you in bed right now?' maybe." Levi replied carefully, almost cautiously. Eren swallowed thickly. This was it. Make or break right here.

"I am." There was a silence that followed. Eren's heart pounding in his chest as he eagerly awaited Levi's response. Was he going to shut him down? Laugh him off? Or play along?

"Eren... are you..." Eren's hand ghosted back across his stomach, teasing his own body. There was no denying it anymore. He wanted this. Whether it be because of the unexpected conversation earlier, or just because it's Levi, he doesn't know, doesn't particularly care at this point. Levi pauses, trying to think of the right thing to say. Only Eren doesn't want him to say right things. He wants him to say wrong things.

"What now?" Eren prompted, hoping his voice wasn't shaking, hoping his breathing wasn't as loud as he thought it was.

"Eren. Are you sure you want to do this?" Eren isn't sure. He doesn't know anything anymore. All he does know, is right now, in this moment, this is exactly what he wants. He doesn't know whether he will regret it later. But right now, he wants Levi.

"Do you?" he asks, his voice not quaking , fingers caressing the sensitive skin of his abdomen.

"That's not important. I asked you." Eren swallowed. Levi sounded serious, but he also sounded strained. He hadn't denied that he wanted this... but he hadn't confirmed it either. Eren fought away the butterflies in his stomach st the thought of Levi wanting him just as much right now. There was absolutely no evidence to support that claim. Instead he took in a shaky breath.

"What now?" Eren's voice was hushed, much quieter than usual but not quite a whisper yet. Another small pause.

"What are you wearing, Eren?" the brunette shivered, Levi's voice dropping lower, almost to a low growl. He released a shaky breath, knowing full well Levi must have heard that one.

"Er, just a tee shirt and boxers."

"Take them off." Levi's tone was authoritative, commanding, and absolutely beautifully impure. Eren placed the phone on the pillow and sat up, quickly ridding himself of his clothes with shaky arms before he picked the phone back up again. His mind in a total meltdown.

"Okay..."

"Good. Now, lie down for me, get comfortable." Eren, glanced over to his bedside table, rocking up his earphones and connected them to the device as he lay down on his back, placing the phone a little bit away from him and dropping either hand to the side of his head.

"Comfortable?" Levi asked. Eren nodded, realising Levi couldn't see him and muttering out a small 'yes' instead.

"Okay. I'm going to start by kissing down your chest Eren, teasing your nipple with my tongue. You'd like that wouldn't you?" Eren found his hand dragging across his chest, his eyes sliding shut as his own finger teased a nipple just as Levi had said. A small gasp escaped his lips and he heard Levi hum appreciatively.

"I thought you would. I want to kiss all down your body Eren, I want to feel you shiver underneath me. I want to worship every inch of you." Eren grit his teeth, trying to control his now erratic breathing. Swallowing a moan that was threatening to spill, he dragged his hand across his body, clenching the skin at his hip roughly.

"I want to run my fingers all down your body, make you shiver. Make you whine for my touch." And Eren did just that, as his other hand stroked down his body, a small whine escaped his lips. Levi hummed again.

"Just like that Eren. You sound so good." Eren gasped again, his cock aching to be touched. Levi's voice driving him mad with desire.

"Levi..." but Levi continued.

"Ah, Eren. My name sounds so good coming from your lips like that. You're desperate for me already aren't you? I can tell." Levi's voice was deep, a rasping almost desperate tone to it, Eren couldn't help but wonder if Levi was enjoying this just as much as he was. His breathing was coming out a little quicker than usual. Eren wanted Levi to be touching himself too. Desperately wanted it.

"Yes..." he whispered, responding to Levi's question and he heard Levi hiss slightly.

"Damn Eren. I want to touch you, I want to feel your throbbing cock in my hand." Without even thinking about it, Eren grabbed his cock, stroking it firmly, moaning quite unrestrainedly now as relief and pleasure washed over him.

"Does it feel food, Eren? Do you like it when I touch you there?" Eren's toes curled, stomach churning and cock twitching at Levi's obscene words. Still he nodded his head. He did like it, he really, really fucking did.

"I'm right in between your legs now Eren. You want your cock in my mouth?" Eren's face scrunched up in pleasure, the sheer thought bringing him close to the edge and he gripped his cock hard, taking the edge off his impending orgasm.

"Ah... fuck... Levi..." he moaned, taking deep steady breaths to calm himself. He didn't want this to be over. Not yet. Levi, did not falter.

"Spread your legs for me Eren, I want you wide open for me." Still gasping for air, Eren did as he was told, bringing his feet up to rest on the bed and opened his legs. He had never felt so exposed before. The cold air ghosting over his body making him shiver.

"Touch yourself for me Eren." Eren whimpered, gasping loudly.

"I...I already..."

"No, not there. Lower for me." Eren's eyes widened slightly at the request, immediately knowing what Levi wanted. He really wasn't sure.

"Levi... I..."

"It's okay Eren, trust me. Let me look after you." Eren's resolve shattered. With his other hand he swiped his fingers across his leaking tip, left hand still holding his cock while his right hand pressed tentatively against his entrance. His breathing hitched as the slick digit rubbed teasingly against his puckered hole. Levi noticed.

"That's good Eren. I'm going to spread you open now, I want you to feel my hot breath against you. I'm going to kiss it, run my tongue all over your twitching hole and watch you squirm." Eren was completely lost. One hand rubbing up and down his dick while his slick fingers teased his entrance, imagining all the while that it was Levi.

"I'm going to push my tongue inside Eren. I bet you're so tight." Eren focused on Levi's filthy but oh so erotic words. Focused on that beautiful voice as he followed his instruction, carefully pressing the tip of his first finger inside his hole. A strangled gasp escaped his lips.

"Do you like that Eren? You like the feel of my tongue forcing you open?" Eren was burning up, not sure whether it was from embarrassment or pure pleasure anymore.

"Yes... oh god, Levi..." he was a mess. He slowed the strokes on his aching cock. He needed more, wanted to hear more dirty words come from Levi's mouth.

"Do you want more Eren? I think you might. I think you want my dick buried deep inside you." Eren threw his head back, more groans of pleasure spilling from his lip as his finger reached deeper inside, the tight ring of muscles clamping down around his finger. He was so close.

"I want more..." Eren moaned and he heard the most beautiful moan spill from Levi's lips.

"I'm going to give you more Eren. But first, I want you to tell me how badly you want it?" Eren whimpered. Usually, something like this, he would flat out refuse. Too embarrassed, but right now, he didn't give a fuck.

"Please Levi... please. I need..." Levi hummed and the sound stroked Eren's senses. For the briefest of moment Eren felt like Levi was right there, the thought making his heart almost burst out if his chest. He can hear Levi panting gently through the phone and he knew he wouldn't hold out much longer.

"I know you do Eren, I need you too." Eren felt his release fast approaching, both of his hands working relentlessly, one pumping his diamond hard cock while the other slid in and out of his depths.

"Fuck... Levi..."

"You're close aren't you? That's it Eren, you sound so fucking good." Levi's voice is uneven, almost feral sounding, and the thought that he was enjoying this just as much as him, that Levi might be touching himself while thinking of Eren, forces him over the edge. Eren's eyes snapped shut, mouth opening to moan Levi's name as he broke through his orgasm. The muscles around his finger pulsating as his cock released his seed like a fountain, splattering all up his stomach as he came hard, a broken cry tearing from his throat. It was so intense, his whole body stiffening for a minute before he released a long and loud shaky sigh.

Then he collapses. His breathing shaky, but steady, body on fire, tingling with sensation. After a couple of minutes, but what feels like an eternity, he hears Levi in his ear.

"Are you alright, Eren?" his voice is ragged, but his tone soft, concerned. It melts Eren's heart. Eren let's out a short sigh as his lips curl into a smile.

"Mm-hm." Is the only reply he can muster right now, releasing another loud sigh.

"I'm tired." He finally admits and he can almost hear Levi's smile through the phone.

"Well, go get cleaned up and get to bed." Eren briefly wonders if that was the right thing to say. He didn't really want to stop talking to Levi just yet. But then again, he did have work tomorrow. He reached to his bedside table, idly grabbing a few tissues from the box and wiped himself down. Silence filled the room. He swallowed nervously, licking his lips as he threw the dirty tissues to his bin with practiced skill. Eren sighed.

It came to his attention pretty quickly that he hadn't heard Levi come, and the thought that maybe Levi had been acting the entire time flooded his mind. The thought that Levi had been pretending while he had been thoroughly enjoying himself made him feel sick and disgusting. He frowned, closing his eyes as he wondered whether this was such a good idea after all.

"Eren. Are you sure you're okay?" Despite the fear in his chest Eren smiled. He doubted Levi offered this sort of pillow talk with everyone. He nodded his head, feeling a touch more relieved for some reason.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Really." Levi hummed, clearly not convinced but not pushing it further. Eren still felt a little upset, but he pushed it aside. He felt exhausted. He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing before Levi sliced through his calm again.

"Oi brat, don't pass out, go and get cleaned up." Eren couldn't help but chuckle, not bothering to open his eyes, but raising an eyebrow.

"Brat huh? Jesus Levi you really need to work on your terms of endearment." He teases, hoping to lighten the mood a little bit. Levi scoffed on the other end.

"Up, now." Eren groaned but agreed, finally saying goodnight to Levi and hanging up the phone.

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The next day, Eren was rudely awoken by his alarm clock, momentarily forgetting he had work and practically fell out of bed when he realised he was already running late. He stumbled to his wardrobe, threw on a suit without even bothering to iron it and zoomed downstairs to meet Armin at his car.

He didn't have chance for a shower.

Or to iron his clothes.

Or even have breakfast.

All in all, it was a shit start to the day.

Oh, and he was hard. Painfully hard.

Erwin was on his case about organising the files. They needed to be done by tomorrow morning and as Eren had spent most of yesterday doing, pretty much fuck all, he was behind. Which meant he had to focus today. He had to get shit done. He had to not think about everything that had happened between him and Levi last night.

Like that was going to fucking happen.

It was all he could think about. The way Levi's voice sounded over the phone. The filthy words falling from his lips that made Eren so, so aroused. The way he said his name. Did he really want to do all those things to Eren? Was he really enjoying himself?

Why did Eren still care?

A part of Eren thought that maybe these weird feelings for Levi would have faded after... last night. But if anything, they had just grown stronger. Eren liked him. And he liked him a lot.

It seemed impossible. How can he develop such an attraction to a man he barely knows? A man he hasn't even met? He didn't even know what he looked like. Would he still feel the same if he was unattractive? Levi had described himself as black hair and grey eyes. What if that wasn't true? Just because Eren had been honest, did not mean Levi had been. Though Levi seemed like a decent, genuine guy, maybe it was all just a ruse? Part of his act.

It didn't matter. Thinking this much about him had had an affect on Eren.

He was hard.

Again.

Eren banged his head on his desk. This just wouldn't do. He needed to do some work. Focus, Eren, focus!

Eren ended up working over until eight to get the files organised.

And when he got home, finally showered and had something to eat, he was torn about calling Levi. Would it be weird? Would Levi be expecting him to call? It was definitely going to be weird. Maybe he should leave it for tonight? Let the dust settle? But maybe that would send entirely the wrong impression? That Eren had only been calling him to get something from him. But why would Levi care? It's his job. Everyone calls him for something. And it's not like he was giving it for free.

But Eren wanted to be different.

But he wasn't. Was he?

Eren wondered how many times Levi had touched himself while turning on others. Because there was no way Eren was the first. Was there? Eren was losing his damn mind.

Still he reached for his phone.

"I'm sorry honey, Levi isn't in today, is there anyone else I can get to satisfy your..."

Click.

· - - -

· - - -

Eren was determined to not call Levi Wednesday. He had been quite hurt when he hadn't been able to get hold of him last night. Why hadn't Levi mentioned that he had a day off? Eren knew he was acting crazy. Levi did not owe him an explanation for anything. Didn't need to tell him anything. But still, he had told Eren about him being off Sunday... why hadn't he mentioned it?

Maybe Levi figured Eren just wouldn't call. Would be too embarrassed? Or lose interest? Well Eren would show him!

Eren wondered if Levi would even notice if he didn't call. Would he even care? Would he freak out the way Eren had last night? Come up with a hundred reasons, a million thoughts? Eren doubted it. He would probably just assume he was busy. Or tired. Or forgot. And that would be the end of it.

But it bothered Eren. It bothered him a lot.

Shit he was in too deep here.

Way out of his league.

What the fuck was he even thinking?

Levi was older than him. Considerably older. He was more mature. More grown up. And there Eren was freaking out because he hadn't been able to talk to him for one night. It was pitiful at best.

Christ. What if he had a boyfriend?

What if Eren was crushing on a man who was already spoken for? Maybe even married. They had never asked. Eren figured it was too personal, might give the wrong impression.

Should he tell Levi how he feels? If Levi rejected him or thought he was a creep would it really matter? Eren would just not call again and that would be the end of that. But if Levi didn't reject him... could they exchange numbers? Meet? Be in a relationship? How would Eren cope with Levi's work? Knowing that every night the man he was with was doing God knows what, saying god knows what to random strangers just to they could get their kicks? He would never even be able to stay a night... because obviously, Levi worked nights. And then to have Levi come back... after doing... Eren shoved the thought away.

It was just talk right?

Was it really so different to when people watched porn?

Well... yes actually, it was entirely different...

But pushing all of that aside, what really bothered Eren. What bothered him more than anything else.

Was just how badly he wanted him.

Eren picked up his phone. His willpower was non existent when it came to this man. He had to call him. He just had to

· - - -

· - - -

"Good evening, your through to Levi, who am I speaking to?" Eren's heart skipped several beats when he heard Levi's voice come through the device in his hand. He popped his head phones in, dropping the phone onto the bed as he sat down.

"Hey, it's just Eren." There was a small pause, Eren waited for him to respond, holding his breath.

"Just Eren? Hi there just Eren." Eren rolled his eyes, lying down on his bed and fiddling with his tee shirt, a sad expression on his face. He was still pretty upset about everything. But he needed to speak to Levi.

"I wasn't sure if you would call." Levi commented, seeming to pick up on the slightly tense atmosphere.

"But I'm glad you did, just to clarify." Eren felt his lips twitch into a small smile.

"Really?" he didn't mean to sound so disbelieving, but he did. Levi didn't seem bothered.

"Hmm..." he affirmed. Eren tried to ignore how the comment made his heart flutter, and the hum make his dick twitch at the same time, licking his lips.

"I missed you yesterday." He commented, realising instantly that that had came out totally wrong. He winced, screwing his face up a little. Levi chuckled lightly.

"I mean... that's not what I meant, wait... I just meant..."

"You're cute when you're flustered." Levi's voice was amused but soft, almost affectionate though Eren hated to admit it. Eren swallowed, feeling his face flush even though he was frowning.

"Shut up." he spat, bringing another chuckle from Levi.

"I'm sorry. I mean it's real manly when you can't string a sentence together." He teased and Eren scoffed shaking his head, frown fading and a smile returning.

"It came out wrong."

"Oh? So you didn't miss me?" Eren shook his head. This man was unbelievable.

"I meant that I tried to call you but you weren't there." He stated firmly, trying to broach the subject he wanted to address.

"It was my day off. I am allowed those you know." Levi's tone was teasing, playful. But Eren was not in the mood. Shaking his head a little as his smile fell.

"I thought I'd mentioned it. Sorry. Is everything alright?" Eren could sense the worry in his voice. He must have thought Eren was upset with him for something serious. Eren sighed. It didn't matter anymore. Levi was talking to him now. That was what mattered. Yesterday, was yesterday, no point dwelling on it. He forced a scoff.

"Yeah I was just thrown off guard. Felt like a right dick when the receptionist said you were off and tried to palm me off on to someone else." He lied, but Levi seemed to buy it, chuckling.

"I usually have Sundays off but then my other day off changes every week. Sometimes I don't even know when my day off will be until the night before. It's a ball ache. I pretty much have no social life." Eren smiled, feeling a tad more at ease.

"How was your day off?" he asked genuinely. Levi made a disinterested sound.

"Ugh, was okay. Nothing special. I got up early, had breakfast, went for a walk, did a bit of shopping. Had lunch at this really nice diner, going to need to go back there. Then I went and picked up my friends from work, we talked had a bit of a catch up. I went home, cooked dinner, showered and then pretty much went to bed." Eren smiled softly.

"Sounds nice."

"Yeah it was. Like I said, nothing special but still. So... you didn't miss me, huh?" Eren's smile grew.

"Stop fishing for compliments Levi." He chided playfully, trying to ignore his heart steadily increasing.

"I'm not, I'm just asking a question." Levi retorted. Eren licked his lips.

"Did you miss me?" he asked teasingly, biting his bottom lip in anticipation for his reply.

"I asked first, Eren." Eren's breathing hitched at the sound of Levi saying his name like that. His mind quickly rushing back to their talk a few nights ago. He didn't know whether Levi heard it or not, and quickly pressed his lips together to avoid any more sounds coming from his lips.

"Well?" Levi pushed, his voice light and playful. Eren smiled, shaking his head at his antics.

"You're relentless you know that?" He quipped.

"Oh you have no idea." He drawled out. Eren bit his lip hard as his self control came crashing down around him.

"Maybe I'd like to find out." Silence reigned and for a bone chilling second, Eren thought he had stepped too far. Maybe misread Levi's intention. He became nervous.

"Hey, Eren..." Levi's tone was lower, his voice dropping to a seductive tone.

"What are you wearing?"

· - - -

· - - -

Once Eren had stripped from his clothes as per Levi's request, Levi spoke again.

"Tell me, Eren, what naughty things do you keep in your room?" Eren flushed hard.

"Nothing much, lube, condoms and stuff."

"What stuff?" Levi pressed and Eren bit his lip shaking his head.

"My friend brought me something as a joke..." he couldn't believe he was saying this right now.

"What is it, Eren. Tell me what it is." Levi's voice was going to be the death of him.

"A... toy. I've never..."

"You're going to use it tonight. Get it. And the lube." Eren swallowed hard and pulled out the lube and the small anal toy Mikasa had brought him as a joke. The pregnant pause must have caught Levi's attention because he began talking again, his voice still low but much softer. More intimate.

"You've really never used it before?" he asked as Eren lay back down on the bed.

"No." He replied, taking a minute to examine the device.

"It's okay Eren. I promise I'm going to take good care of you. You know that right?" Eren felt his eyes flutter shut at the words, his cock twitching.

"Mm-hm." He murmured, allowing his hands to brush over a hardened nipple.

"Good. How long has it been since someone was good to you Eren?" Levi's voice was sinful, dripping with want and promising Eren all kinds of beautifully filthy things.

"A while..." he replied breathily, honestly, hands slipping further down his body, caressing the sensitive skin at his stomach. Levi hummed.

"I'm going to be so good to you. I'm going to fill you up so well you will feel empty without me." Eren was a mess already, his hormones raging, a small gasp spilled from his lips.

"Would you like that Eren? You want my dick buried deep inside you?" Eren was already hard.

"Please, Levi..." he whined, desperate for him to keep talking, to keep saying these amazing things. Eren brought his legs up, he was so ready for this.

"I love it when you say my name. When you beg for me. Fuck..." Levi took a second before he continued. Eren couldn't wait much longer. He grabbed the lube and squirted some into his hand, reaching for his aching length.

"I want to have your dick in my mouth Eren. I want to taste you, run my tongue all over it, making you moan." Eren closed his eye, imagining his slicked up hand was Levi's waiting mouth. He couldn't stop the loud moan that spilled from him lips when his fingers grazed the tip, teasing himself.

"Mmm, just like that Eren. Fuck, you're such a good boy." Eren moans again at the praise, his heart hammering, body flushing all over as his hand pumps his dick. He should feel dirty, degraded, but he doesn't, he fucking loves it.

"I'm going to move lower now, Eren, pull you open wide and tease your hole with my tongue." Eren follows Levi's words, abandoning his dick to stroke a slick finger at his entrance. Spreading his legs further apart and inching a finger inside, gently thrusting, testing the sensation.

"God, Levi..." he practically whined, his other hand lazily stroking his dick. The room was so hot, Eren was completely burning up. Fuck!

"I know baby, I can't wait to be in you either. Can't wait to fuck you senseless. To have that tight ass wriggling on my dick. Sucking me in so deep that I never want to leave." Eren groaned, throwing his head back and biting his lip. He heard Levi's breathing shift, a small hiss escaping his lips and a shaky breath. His light pants caressing his senses. Eren blindly reaches for the toy, running his soaked hand over it and slowly presses it to his entrance.

"Are you ready for me Eren?" Eren nods frantically, whispering out a strangled 'yes'.

"I'm going to go slow. I want to watch my cock disappear inside you, want to watch how you swallow me up." And Eren is pushing, slowly inching the small toy inside him, wishing it was Levi.

"Ah! Fuck!" Eren whimpers, unsure whether it is from pleasure or pain.

"That's it Eren. You're doing so good. Fuck you feel incredible." Levi soothes, distracting Eren with his words.

"You're so fucking tight Eren. So desperate for my dick." Eren is sliding the toy back and forth, fucking himself on it and whimpering and moaning without a care. The feeling was intense, beyond anything he has ever felt before. But it still wasn't enough.

"I want... I want..." he tried to speak but couldn't, words failing him.

"Go on Eren, tell me what you want." Levi rasped and Eren groaned. He was a hot mess. One hand fucking himself, the other stroking his cock while he listened to the most perfect man on the face of the planet talk dirty to him. That perfect voice, igniting a blazing fire within him.

"I want to touch you... I want you to feel... good too..." he grit out and Levi gasped.

"Eren..." the way Levi said his name made Eren cry out softly, an utterly pathetic noise leaving his body without permission.

"Eren you do make me feel good... shit, how do y-you not know that? F-fuck..." Levi is stuttering his voice raspy and breathing totally thrown off and Eren knows, he knows Levi is touching himself. Touching himself to Eren. And the thought makes him blush, but makes his heart sing, and he had to squeeze his dick to stop himself from coming there and then.

"God Levi... Levi..."

"That's it Eren, moan for me, call my name. Don't stop." And Eren doesn't, he doesn't know how. It's the only thing he can think of.

"You're so good Eren. So perfect." Levi's voice turns feral, the quiet hushed, raspy voice begins to gain volume, breaking beautifully in all the right ways. Eren is so close. So close. Listening to Levi like this... he is so fucking close.

"Levi..."

"Come for me Eren!" And Eren does, practically screaming Levi's name into the emptiness of his room, his seed spilling all over his hand and stomach, body convulsing as the almost violent orgasm ripped through this body. Levi is moaning his name, panting breathlessly and Eren thinks it's the most beautiful sound he has ever heard.

Eren collapses in a heap. He hears Levi sigh, a completely satisfied and, drawn out sigh and Eren winced slightly finally reaching down to remove the device he had recently abandoned in his ass. He feels sticky and sweaty. He drops back down onto his bed again, ignoring everything else for a moment except for Levi.

"Eren... are you alright?" Eren smiles. He loves that Levi asks him. Loves the way Levi asks him. He nods his head.

"Yeah. I'm good." Levi chuckles a little, taking a deep breath.

"Good." Eren smiles more.

"Are you okay?" he asks, figuring if Levi was allowed to ask, so was he.

"Hm... messy." He replied dryly, and now it was Eren's turn to chuckle.

"Sorry." He teased.

"No you're not." Levi said, voice dripping with sarcasm and Eren chucked again. There was a brief silence before Eren spoke again.

"Hey, Levi?"

"Hm?" He sounded tired. Like he may have even been dozing off. Surely that wouldn't be allowed. Then again, maybe doing what he just did wasn't allowed either. Was he even allowed to touch himself like that at work? Eren didn't know. He pushed his thoughts away.

"I did miss you." The words left him before he could even think of stopping them. He felt like an idiot all of a sudden. His post orgasm haze making him act ridiculously. The weighted silence was crippling him. He was about to hang up, ears burning in humiliation.

"I missed you too Eren."

· - - -

· - - -

Eren didn't really know what that meant. All he knew, was it made his heart stop beating, and a feeling of pure joy washed over him. When he and Levi said goodbye, he showered and got dressed and into bed.

He wished Levi was lying next to him.

-- - -

-- - -

The deadline for the utilities was drawing closer. Eren had been using Jean's card for pretty much three weeks straight. Pretty much every night, to talk to Levi. He was starting to have doubts. For a fleeting moment here and there he would stop and question whether this had been such a good idea in the end. He knew Jean wouldn't get fired for this, he had never done anything wrong before, and it wasn't him that had used his card. He briefly wondered if it could fall back on him, but knew that with data protection being so stringent, it was highly unlikely. So his fears on that front were extinguished quite quickly. This was payback after all. If Jean got a warning then it was no less than he deserved, in Eren's eyes at least. But there was something else stirring in the pit of his stomach. Something that he couldn't shake off as easily.

Levi...

He wouldn't be able to talk to him anymore. Wouldn't be able to hear that silky voice, that beautiful laugh, his smart ass comments.

The last couple of weeks had passed by as normal. Normal conversations, mixed in with quite a bit of flirting and occasionally, explicit conversations that had left both of them a panting mess. All that would stop. Come to an abrupt halt in just a few days time.

Eren had been battling with his feelings for Levi since day one, and there was absolutely no denying now that he had feelings for him. He found himself thinking about Levi more often than not, eagerly awaiting the time he could call.

The utilities would be due in on Monday, which meant that he only had the weekend to talk to Levi, and as Levi was usually off Sunday's, he would have just tonight and tomorrow night. Eren knew he had to tell him how he felt. He knew he had to bite the bullet and just tell him, regardless of the outcome. Maybe Levi would tell him he was being stupid, that it was all just business, nothing more. Maybe he would call him a creep, make fun and tell him he can't possibly like someone who he has never even met. Eren had thought of all the possible outcomes, and in those sort of outcomes, then the worst of it would be that his feelings were crushed and he would never talk to Levi again.

But there was also the other option, the possibility that maybe, Levi liked him too. Maybe Levi wanted to continue talking to Eren even after this. It was a slim chance, Eren knew this, but it was still a possibility. And Eren knew if he didn't say something, Levi never would. And he had to know.

He would rather tell the man how he felt and take the risk of being hurt and never talking to him again, than keep his mouth shut and never know, and still never talk to him again. He wouldn't be able to live with all the 'what if' scenarios in his head.

The idea that he was finally going to confess to Levi filled him with equal measures of dread and excitement. He tapped his fingers on his computer desk, trying to go over all the ways to approach the subject in his head. Work had been a drag as usual, and as usual he had came home, showered, had dinner and was now just waiting for time to pass. When he finally called the number for what would be one of the last times he felt his heart hurt, his breathing already unsteady, hands trembling, palms sweating.

He felt so fucking nervous.

"Good evening, this is Levi. I hope I haven't kept you waiting." Eren tried to ignore the overly sexual timber of Levi's voice. Though his voice did not sound like that in real life, it still thrilled him to hear it like that. He couldn't explain it, but it did. He smiled.

"Hey, it's me."

"Hey, me." Eren chuckled, slipping his mobile into his sweats pocket and moving from his computer and heading to the kitchen, making himself a juice.

"How was your day off yesterday?" he asked, pouring the juice into the glass and noticing how his hand was shaking unsteadily.

"Hmm... interesting." Eren felt his heart skip a beat.

"Oh?" Eren responded, trying to ignore the jittery feeling he was experiencing and force himself to act normal.

"Hmm. My friends came over to celebrate a birthday." Eren smirked.

"So a party?" Eren teased, taking his juice and heading back into the living room, sitting on the sofa.

"Tequila shots were involved." He confirmed, as though that was the only thing that made a party and Eren chuckled.

"Did Levi get a little drunk?" he asked playfully, there was a small pause and Eren bit his lip nervously.

"Tequila shots were involved." Was all Levi said and Eren laughed wholeheartedly, a hand resting across his stomach as he laughed.

"I want all the details. Did you do anything embarrassing? Pass out on the kitchen floor or anything?" Levi scoffed.

"No brat. I'm not a little kid." He replied curtly, insulted Eren would think such a thing, but the brunette just smiled, raising his eyebrows a little.

"I may have mentioned you though." Eren was startled, blinking, eyebrows furrowing confusedly. Had he misheard Levi?

"Me?" he asked, a perfect blend of surprise and, of all things, hope, melded together. He immediately wished that his voice had came out differently. He really hoped it was good things.

"Mm-hm. I'm sorry, I know it breaks confidentiality protocols and everything." Eren's emotions quickly switched to a much more nervous nature. What had Levi said about him? How much had he actually shared? The thought of Levi telling his closest friends about their more sexual conversations made his blood in cold.

"Erm... it's okay... I-I mean I guess. I mean... it sort of depends... what did you say?" he heard Levi let out a sigh before he responded and he figured, it couldn't have been anything good.

"Not much. Just that I'd been talking to you for a couple of weeks. Your name, age... basic stuff really." Eren pressed his lips together, he had a feeling Levi was holding something back.

"Did you tell them... anything else?" He asked. He dreaded hearing the answer but, Eren has to know. Eren has to know everything, all the time. It's a vice. He heard Levi scoff.

"Don't be stupid no. Of course not." Levi almost spat the words out, like he was disgusted Eren had even suggested it. That made Eren relax considerably, but it didn't change the fact that he felt like Levi was holding back. Eren knew from previous conversations that sometimes Levi would talk about his work with his friends. Well, the two that knew. He found it amusing to watch their faces when he would tell them of some of the conversations. Maybe he was lying? But he had sounded so genuine just now.

Eren pushed it aside, he trusted Levi. If he had talked about Eren like that then surely he wouldn't have mentioned it to Eren in the first place? He didn't have to tell him after all.

"Okay, okay..." Eren soothed, "I was just asking. So why are you sorry? I mean, I, I don't get it." There was a brief pause before Levi answered.

"I mentioned you by name. That breaks rules and regulations. Privacy and shit. When I talk about other clients I'm always careful to never reveal anyone's identity." Eren smiled softly. He can't say he was mad about it. He wasn't.

Levi had spoken about him to his friends. And not in a derogatory, 'he is so creepy' sort of way. He didn't care about anything else.

"So yeah. Sorry about that." Eren chuckled, running a hand through his hair and shrugging.

"It doesn't bother me."

"No?" Eren shook his head, smile only growing more.

"No."

"Hm. Alright then." There was a tense silence between the two of them. Eren wondered whether now would be a good time to bring up Monday. He had to do it at some point either tonight or tomorrow. And he really didn't want potentially his last ever conversation with Levi to end in a sour way. He had wanted to bring it up in a casual way, the party would have been a great excuse. He could have asked whether his boyfriend had complained about the noise... but was doing that now weird?

"So, once you were done singing my praises, did anything else interesting happen?" Eren teased, trying to lighten the mood that had started to ooze sexual tension. Levi clicked his tongue.

"I wasn't singing your praises you little shit... and no. Not really. A bit of music, few drinks. Farlan fell over, neighbours complained about the noise. That was about it." Eren chuckled, he loved hearing Levi's little stories.

"Were you given the cold shoulder in the morning by the other half?" Eren froze. The words came tumbling out before he even had chance to think about them. What the fuck, Eren? Smooth, real smooth! There was a split second pause.

"I live alone." Levi didn't sound angered by the question, he sounded his usual impassive self. Eren swallowed, thankful that he hadn't annoyed him. But still... he couldn't help but notice that Levi hadn't exactly denied having a partner... just stated that he lived alone...

Maybe they just didn't live together? Maybe Levi liked his space, like Eren did. Eren wondered if Levi was avoiding the question. Should he press further?

"Levi, can I ask you something?" Obviously his brain thought he should press further.

"Hm? Sure." Levi was clearly thrown by Eren's sudden shift in mood. Eren knew he sounded nervous, he couldn't help it.

"Are you... are you seeing anyone?" That was it. It was out there now. Levi would either have to answer, or tell him to shut up and mind his own business.

Silence followed and Eren shifted uncomfortably.

"No. I'm not. My line of work doesn't exactly make relationships easy, as you can probably imagine... why do you ask?" Eren gave a little shrug. He couldn't deny he was absolutely thrilled beyond belief that Levi was single. At least he didn't need to feel guilty about crushing on a man who wasn't available. But Levi had a point, he could imagine how difficult it would be being with him, knowing what he did for a living.

"I was just curious. I was thinking about you earlier and it was something that came to me, that's all." Eren didn't sound convincing. Not in the slightest. But that wasn't what Levi picked up on.

"You were thinking about me?" Eren froze, eyes widening before screwing shut. Why did he always say the wrong things? He rubbed his forehead exasperatedly.

"Yeah." He finally admitted, cheeks now flushing crimson, ears burning at the tips. God why did Levi make him feel like this? Like some pre pubescent boy?

"I see. That's good." Eren blinked.

"Is it?"

"Is it not?" Eren let out a small gasp like laugh. He really didn't know how to answer that question. Levi chuckled down the phone, causing Eren to take his bottom lip between his teeth. That sexual tension was coming back again. It had been getting harder to ignore recently. The little flirtations here and there often leading to more. And as much as Eren wanted to, god he wanted to, he knew he had to get this out first. He braced himself, trying to think of the right thing to say.

"I was thinking about you earlier too." Levi's voice sliced through his thoughts, cutting them down as though they were nothing. Why did that make him so inexplicably happy? Eren shook his head, smile never leaving his face.

"Good things, I hope?" he teased, hoping to get a little bit more out of Levi, reaching forward to grab his drink.

"Only ever good things, Eren." Levi's voice was low, but playful, a hint if sarcasm still present and Eren chuckled. He wanted to ask more, but he knew based on Levi's previous response he would not get much more out of him. Not unless the conversation took a sexual turn.

Eren tapped his finger against the rim of the glass. He was really going to miss this.

"You're quiet tonight. Everything okay?" Eren felt a stab through his heart upon hearing Levi's concerned voice. He frowned a little.

"Yeah." It wasn't convincing, it wasn't meant to be.

"So, the utilities are due Monday." He finally said, attempting to sound casual but really he figured they both knew what that meant. Eren had explained utilities to Levi in one of their conversations. Each person who had their own office could order what they needed, paper, ink, stationary etc. and then every month, the boss would look over the spend and pay for cost if it was warranted. It was called utilities. If however, there were items on the card that were not business related... he would refuse to pay it.

There was a long pause. Neither of them really knowing what to say to the statement.

"Is that so?" Levi deadpanned, his voice returning to it's usually bored tone. Eren nodded.

"Yeah." Another silence as Eren leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, hunched over slightly, placing his glass back on the table.

"I see. So the jig is almost up then?" Eren only homes gently in acknowledgment, his mind racing to figure out what to say next. He was terrified right now, heart hammering in his chest, palms sweating. Before he could change his mind, before he could talk himself out of it Eren opened his mouth, the words tumbling out.

Levi, clearly had the same idea as both of their sentences muddled together at the same time.

"I really don't want this to be the end."

"Well we both knew this day was coming."

Silence.

Eren froze at Levi's words, dumbstruck, his heart clenching and stomach churning. He felt so many mixed emotions all at once. Hurt. Rejection. Anger. Confusion.

Was he stupid to think Levi might actually be interested in him? Did he read far too much into all the little things he said? Misinterpret the way he said them? He felt foolish. He should have seen this coming. Levi was just doing a job. Focused only on getting paid, and Eren was an easy target, more than happy to call him up every night for hours at a time and just talk. Levi must have made an absolute fortune since Eren showed up. Pretty much his entire shift being filled, and then additional overtime.

Eren felt like he had been well and truly played.

"Eren..." Levi's voice had changed, his tone no longer bored and distant. Eren hated the way he said his name. Almost whispered, softly, almost affectionately. Eren shook his head.

"It's okay. You don't need to say anything else." Eren replied. He didn't want to hear it. Not anymore. There was only so much he could take. Levi had made his opinion on the matter quite known. Eren had been put in his place, he didn't need salt being added to the wound.

This was exactly what Eren didn't want. Maybe he should have saved this conversation for tomorrow after all. At least then he could hang up and not have to worry about talking to Levi again. Technically there was nothing stopping him from hanging up now. He should just hang up. Hang up and never call back. And that would be the end of that.

He should have hung up and never called back weeks ago...

And yet he was still here. Why?

"Eren." His voice was firmer now, more determined but Eren didn't care. A part of him wanted to stay and make most of the little time they had left before saying goodbye forever. Another part of him was itching to get off the phone. Eren sighed.

"What, Levi?" he asked, hoping he did a good job of hiding the hurt in his voice. There was a slight pause, like Levi was surprised at his tone, or mulling something over in his head. Eren was tired of waiting.

"Do you want me to go?" he asked, bluntly.

"No." Was Levi's immediate, rushed reply. Eren frowned.

"Do you want me to stay?" a small pause. A small hesitation.

"Yes."

-- - -

-- - -

Eren sighed, running a hand through his hair and biting his lip. He tried to not feel a little bit happy that Levi had asked him to stay. Probably only wanted him there to make more money out of him. But still, he was happy. He was pretty sure there was no coming back from this, but still, he didn't feel ready to not hear Levi's voice again.

"Do you have much planned for your day off Sunday?" Eren tried, attempting to lift the bitter mood, though his tone did little to help.

"A day of resting I think this week. Sorting shit out. Preparing for the week ahead. What about you? What are your plans for the weekend?" Eren gave a little shrug.

"There's meant to be a BBQ tomorrow at my friends house. Might go to that."

"Yeah? That sounds good." Eren nodded. Armin, was truly a great cook. He had cooked for Eren countless times in the past when he had visited. Even brought in leftovers from dinner. He had no doubt the food would be delicious. Plus there would be alcohol. Eren needed that right now.

"Yeah Armin's a really good cook so I'm looking forward to it. And he has a ridiculous amount of alcohol too so that's an added bonus." He tried to make light conversation, leaning back on the sofa, desperate to ignore the sadness he was currently feeling. Levi scoffed.

"Your turn to party tomorrow is it?" Levi teased. Eren couldn't help but smile.

"You have no idea." He joked back, making Levi chuckle. Though Eren really meant it. He could do with drowning his sorrows and forgetting all about the last few weeks, even for a little while.

"Passing out in the kitchen? That sort of thing?" Eren smiled more, feeling his previous disposition shift slightly, mood lightening. Levi may not be interested. And sure it was a shame, but he still wanted to talk to Eren right now. Whatever his reasons, it was enough for Eren at the moment. He would deal with everything else as it came.

"Maybe, it's pretty tempting." Levi hummed.

"So I'm assuming I won't hear from you tomorrow then?" the question caught Eren off guard.

"What?" he asked, brows drawing together in mild confusion.

"Well, if you're at your friends house, getting drunk and passing out... might be a bit difficult." Levi reminded him and Eren scoffed.

"The BBQ starts at two, I should be home by ten." He explained casually. Unless of course he decided to stay the night at Armin's.

"Ah I see. So you're going to call me up tomorrow blind drunk and chatting even more shit than usual then?" Eren pouted. Levi had a point. Maybe calling him tomorrow wouldn't be such a good idea. The last thing he needed was to call up Levi and say something totally embarrassing and uncalled for. Not that it should matter really, they were never going to talk again after tomorrow so he shouldn't care.

But he did.

"Hmm, I never thought of that." Levi laughed.

"I wouldn't mind hearing a drunk Eren though. You might even be amusing." He quipped. Eren smirked.

"I'm not sure calling would be a good idea if I'm drunk." Eren stated honestly, playing with the hem of his tee shirt.

"And why is that, Eren?" Levi drawled, making Eren's heart skip a beat. He grit his teeth, trying to ignore the heat pooling in the pit of his stomach.

"I dunno. Maybe I'm loud and obnoxious? Or rude?"

"I'm sure I could put you in your place." Levi's tone dropped and Eren bit his lip. Despite everything that had just happened, he couldn't deny he still wanted Levi. Even if it was just pretend. Just for a night.

"Maybe I wouldn't let you." Eren teased back, noticing how his own voice seemed to drop slightly, reciprocating Levi's flirts.

"Oh really? Is Eren going to take charge is he?" Eren felt a rush surge through his body, the thought of taking Levi...

He couldn't stop his breathing hitching involuntarily at the thought. That was the moment he lost the battle with himself.

Because Levi heard it.

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-- - -

Armin's BBQ, was as expected, a great distraction for Eren. Lots of people were gathered around outside, the weather was beautiful and the food to die for. Armin was in his element, surrounded by his friends and cooking delicious food. Several tables were scattered around outside with people sitting and eating while clicks of people stood in their groups on the outskirts. Hanging lights decorated the garden, ready to illuminate the space when it got dark. The kitchen was full of alcohol.

It wasn't until much later that night, when most of the guests had left, and Armin's remaining close friends were downstairs, doing shots, playing dares and basically acting crazy, that Eren found himself with Armin, sitting at the top of the stairs in the hallway, drinking whiskey together, and babbling drunkenly about Levi.

Armin knelt across from his best friend, his eyes totally unfocused, face flushed from alcohol and swaying gently, trying his utmost to look serious and concerned and sad, but really just trying to stop himself from throwing up. Eren say with his back against the wall, clutching the bottle of whiskey in his hand lazily, elbow resting on his knee. His own eyes just as unfocused, though he could mask it much better than Armin.

Eren was so drunk.

But Armin was fucking paralytic.

Eren had snuck off, starting to feel a bit sorry for himself over the whole Levi situation when Armin had found him, and started questioning what was wrong.

That was how they found themselves here. Eren had filled Armin in, explaining to him about Jean's credit card... which Armin had been outraged by, lecturing Eren extensively about the concepts of theft and earning him a solid and firm shushing from Eren. Eren had explained about the sex line, about Levi. Not giving him details, but telling him that he had been speaking to him every night for the past few weeks. And that he had developed feelings for the man, and had pretty much been shut down.

"Call him! Call him right now! I want to talk to him!" Armin had slurred, pointing aggressively to his own chest, making Eren scoff. Armin was not exactly the argumentative type, so seeing him riled up and willing to defend Eren's honour was humorous at best.

"I'm not calling him for you Armin, no."

"Why not? Eren he... he needs to understand... it is not okay!" Eren took a deep gulp of whiskey, offering the bottle to Armin who took a swig, scrunching up his face in distaste and giving the bottle back to Eren.

"I hate whiskey." Eren nodded.

"I know you do." He took another gulp, tilting his head back and resting it against the wall, closing his eyes.

"Maybe this is all my fault. Maybe I've got no one to blame but myself. Maybe I just misread things. But he said he missed me. You don't say shit like that for no reason, right?" Armin shrugged.

"I dunno. I guess any normal person wouldn't, but you don't really know him do you? Maybe he's just been manipulating you to keep you calling back?" Eren shook his head softly, knowing there might be something to Armin's words. Maybe Levi had just been playing the game.

"But! If that were the case... wouldn't he have responded differently? I mean if I were Levi, I would try and convince you to use your own credit card to keep calling after Monday... I'd want to keep you interested for as long as possible because while I'm talking to you, firstly, I've got a steady income and secondly, I don't need to do anything... erm... embarrassing."

Eren was thinking about Armin's point seriously right up until the end and memories of his and Levi's explicit conversations came flooding back and then his face flushed. He quickly diverted his gaze from Armin, hoping the blond didn't notice. But of course he did. He grabbed Eren's arm.

"Eren!! Oh my god, really??" Eren winced and pulled his arm away.

"Will you shut up!?" he hissed, painfully aware there were people downstairs. Armin was shocked. Totally speechless. But he let it go. Definitely not wanting details.

After a very long and heartfelt conversation about Eren's predicament, Armin made his leave. To go and throw up. Eren glanced at his phone, checking the time. It was already 11pm. Shit! He had really lost track of time! Still a part of him was still unsure about calling Levi, especially since he had had more than his fair share of beer... and was still drinking. He would wait a while. See how he felt later on...

An hour later, and Eren had gone to Armin's spare room, informing his blond friend he was staying the night and staggering to the bed, quickly pulling off his clothes he lay down and picked up his phone.

"Good evening this is Levi, who am I speaking to?" and there was that voice. That dirty, lustful voice full of sinful promise. Eren was fucked before he had even started talking.

"It's Eren." He groaned out, his head starting to feel heavy as he pressed his palm against it, voice raspy and low from too much alcohol and second hand smoke from the smokers.

"Eren... I wasn't sure you were going to call." Eren smiled sleepily.

"Hm. Neither was I." He admitted honestly.

"I'm glad you did. Glad to know you're home safe." Eren felt his stomach bunch up into knots at his words, genuine concern seeping into them. He wondered if Levi cared like that about any of his other punters.

"I'm not home yet. I'm staying at Armin's tonight. I'll go home in the morning." There was a small silence. Eren bit his lip, his hand tracing down his body, palming his cock through his boxers. He was horny right now. He shouldn't be, he knew that but he was.

"I see... it's awfully quiet, has everyone gone home?" Eren shook his head.

"No... I'm just upstairs." He breathed out, focusing on the hand between his legs. He bit his lip, trying to stifle his sounds and shuffled awkwardly out of his boxers, bringing them down to his knees before wrapping his hand back around his cock.

"How has your night been?" Eren asked, not really caring right now, but wanting to hear Levi's voice.

"Boring. Same shit. Yours?" Eren smiled.

"It's getting better." Levi chuckled, completely oblivious to what Eren was doing at the moment.

"You're cute when you're drunk." Eren smiled, heart fluttering at the praise while his stomach clenched, cock twitching in his hand.

"Am I?" He feigned innocence, his hand continuing to stroke his cock lazily. Levi hummed in response and Eren let a small gasp slip from his lips as he squeezed his dick, tilting his head back against the pillows.

"Eren?" Eren smiled, knowing full well that Levi had heard him, the tone of his voice changing slightly.

"Hmmm?" he asked, straining to hold back another moan, his cock already leaking from the tip, providing him with some much wanted lubrication. Eren sighed softly at the feeling and he heard Levi gasp.

"Eren, are you..."

"Levi, I want you..."

Levi snapped.

Eren had listened to all the deliciously filthy things coming from Levi's beautiful mouth, not caring that someone could catch him, not caring that he was at his friends house, in their bed, and certainly not caring that there were people downstairs.

It was just him and Levi. And Levi was hitting Eren with everything he had tonight, telling him just how much he wanted him, how good he felt, how naughty he was for doing something like this. It drove Eren crazy. Everything felt so intense.

Afterwards Eren collapsed, a complete mess. Levi was panting gently down the phone and it made Eren swell with happiness, a smile splitting across his features.

"Eren..." Levi's voice called out to him gently, Eren felt his eyes slide shut, sleep threatening him. But he didn't want to go. Not yet. This would be his last chance to talk to Levi.

That sudden realisation hit him like a tonne of bricks and his eyes snapped open, heart clamped in a tight grip. Fuck this hurt. He frowned, closing his eyes again.

"Levi?" he asked, he had been aware that Levi had started a conversation, but it seemed like he had opted out. Levi gave a small sound of acknowledgement, indicating he was actually still there and Eren felt himself relax, worried that Levi may have hung up. He breathed a sigh of relief, sitting himself up so he wasn't as comfortable.

"Are you alright?" Levi asked, serious now and Eren nodded.

"Yeah, just fighting tiredness. I'm okay." Levi chuckled.

"You and alcohol make a surprising combination." Eren smiled, feeling his face flush, feeling a lot less drunk than he had not too long ago. There was a tense atmosphere around them. Like both of them knew this would be their last conversation. Eren sighed.

Conversation had started to pick up. Laughs and jokes were exchanged along with the usual talk and flirtations. Though now, every one hurt Eren.

It was after 4am, Eren was exhausted, but he didn't want to hang up. His eyes stinging from tiredness, muscles aching. He yawned softly, feeling sleep starting to invade him.

"Will you ever think about me after tonight?" he had suddenly asked. He wasn't sure why he was asking. Why he cared. Why he needed to know. Why he needed to be lied to a little bit more. Maybe it was the beer talking. Definitely the beer talking. Or maybe sleep deprivation. Maybe a bit of both. His eyes were heavy and he could feel himself being pulled into a deep sleep. He couldn't force himself awake much longer.

"Always Eren." His response, it took Eren's breath away, made his heart ache even more. There was no sarcasm to it. It was pure. Completely honest. Though Eren couldn't help but wonder how long for as he finally gave in to his exhaustion.

-- - -

-- - -

Jean and Eren sat at the desk and waited. Monday morning had been eventful at the office. Erwin had received everybody's individual utility bill and, upon reviewing Jean's had stormed into his office, across from Eren's, in a blond rage demanding explanations.

Jean's face had been priceless. After Erwin had left, Jean had proceeded to sift through several pages of logs in disbelief. He checked his wallet, finding his card present and had shot Eren the most evil look ever. Eren couldn't stop the smile on his face.

Revenge had been served. Although it had definitely left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Jean had accused Eren, and Eren had denied any knowledge, but that hadn't stopped Jean from insisting that they do downtown to the establishment and clear this mess up. Eren, had not wanted to go. He didn't know what to expect, and it felt weird knowing that he would be going to Levi's workplace. He was not worried about bumping into the man, after all, Levi worked nights, so at least there was that.

The building from the outside looked bland. Nothing attracting attention, no signs, just a basic building. The man at the reception desk had smiled and offered help, and Jean had tried to calmly explain the situation. The poor guy didn't have a clue, so had picked up the phone and pressed a couple of buttons.

"Good afternoon sir, I have a couple of men here who would like to talk to someone regarding their service... yes sir... yes... erm, no sir. Of course sir. Thank you sir." Eren had raised an eyebrow. Pompous prick. The boy had smiled and stood.

"If you would like to follow me, gentlemen." And off he had gone, leading them both down long and winding corridors, countless doors on either side. Eren noticed there were no windows. Unsurprising really. He was also surprised just how bland and normal this place looked. Brown carpets and beige walls, nothing even suggestive of a sex like business. He had half expected to walk in and find dirty pictures scattering the walls, porn playing on a big TV, magazines lying around at the ready. But there was nothing. Nothing at all. It was hard walking down past so many offices, wondering which one was Levi's. What it looked like on the inside.

The man had rounded a corner and then opened a door, smiling warmly.

"Please take a seat, someone will be with you shortly." Eren had taken a step inside, looking around the room. It was a basic enough room, large, with at least ten tables against the edge of the room, chairs stacked neatly on top and one desk in the middle of the room with two chairs at one side, and one area the other. It looked like a typical meeting room, the sort of room where staff meetings would be held. Eren took a seat, Jean sighing in an annoyed fashion but took a seat next to Eren.

Jean was obviously furious with Eren, but Eren couldn't care less. He knew Jean fucking deserved it. Eren sat with folded arms, feeling slightly uncomfortable being in this building and irritated with Jean for forcing him to come. He stared pointedly at a spot on the desk while Jean wrung our his hands in annoyance.

The door to the office swung open and Eren lifted his eyes. A man with jet black hair walked in, closing the door quietly behind him and made his way to the desk, towards the empty chair opposite. He wore a black suit and a white shirt. His eyes quickly looked over the two men in front of him as be crossed the room. Eren's heart almost stopped. Black hair. His mind automatically drifted to Levi. He couldn't yet make out the man's eyes... But still, it couldn't be could it? Levi worked nights! It was only five thirty. There was no way Levi would be here this early. It couldn't possibly be...

The man dropped a file on the desk, a resounding slap resonating in the otherwise silent office and he leaned forward, extending his hand to Jean first, who half stood up to take it and give him a firm handshake.

"Afternoon. My name is Levi Ackerman." And this time, Eren's heart did stop beating because fuck... that voice! Eren had practically stopped breathing. Fuck. This has got to be a trick. This has got to be a dream. As Jean muttered out his name to the man Eren caught sight of the man's eyes. Grey. Silver.

Eren's throat became drier than a desert. It was him. This was Levi. The Levi. The one Eren had been talking to constantly for the last three weeks. He was the boss?? Since when?

Levi released Jean's hand and extended it to Eren who was having a major meltdown internally. Somehow he managed to extend his hand to reach Levi's and shook his hand. His hand was so warm, so soft, his grip firm. Eren had to fight the blush away from his face, his mind relishing in the fact that he had actually just touched this man, while promptly reminding himself of the things those hands had done while talking to Eren.

Levi sat down and Eren could not stop staring. Christ he was attractive. His jet black hair, framing his face, longer strands melting into shorter strands in an undercut style. His eyebrows sculpted and thin. His cheekbones, prominent and beautiful, jawline sharp. Thick beautiful lashes framing those absolutely breath taking eyes, his skin pale. He held a bored expression as he regarded Jean, settling into the chair and bringing the file closer to him with one hand as his other drew out a pen, clicking it to life.

"Apologies that Mr Brawn couldn't be here today. The director is on holiday and so, I am in charge this week." He explained, opening the file and starting to write. Eren examined his hand as he wrote. Slender hands, perfectly trimmed and clean nails, almost feminine looking. Eren bit his lip and forced his eyes back to Levi's gorgeous face.

"So, Connie informs me there is some sort of problem with the service. Would you like to fill me in?" he adopted a more casual approach, leaning back in his chair, arm draped around the back and his leg crossed. He was singing with confidence and it made Eren's heart race. Fuck he was so sexy. Even now, he oozed sex appeal. Eren diverted his gaze, looking back at the desk, head slightly lowered but arms still folded, feigning boredom, though his heart was threatening to explode from his chest.

Jean sighed, taking a deep breath as he began to explain the situation.

"My credit card was stolen... and some calls were made to this service, and charged to my card. My business card..." Jean spat, shooting a pointed glare at Eren. Eren couldn't help but smile, not averting his gaze for a second, his gaze burning a hole in the wooden desk. He had to fight down the urge to laugh, he still thought it was pretty funny.

He couldn't believe this was happening. He couldn't believe he was this close to Levi. He tried to calm himself down. He really didn't want do attract Levi's attention.

"My boss has said that I should be able to get the charges returned?" Jean questioned. Eren lifted his eyes to Levi, who glanced from Jean to Eren for a brief moment, as if trying to comprehend what he had just heard. Eren grew nervous. Had Levi figured it out?

Levi raised his eyebrows once and shifted, leaning on the edge of the desk and picking up his pen, twirling it casually between his fingers as his attention focused on Jean.

"Was the card reported lost or stolen?" he asked, flicking through the file on his desk absentmindedly, giving the impression that he really couldn't care less about this 'complaint.'

"No"

"Why not?" his question was immediate, eyes looking up to regard Jean. Even Eren felt uncomfortable under that stare. He wondered how Jean was holding it together. Probably rage.

"Because I didn't realise it had been stolen. Its my business card, so it only gets used for work purposes." He almost spat. Levi was totally unaffected, resuming his previous casual position.

"Has your card been cancelled now?" he returned, putting extra emphasis on his last word. Eren felt a small frown tug at his features. Levi certainly didn't appear this harsh when he had spoken to him. Was it the dominant manager side coming out of him? Or was this who he really was? Eren couldn't tell.

"No. I've got it back. The culprit returned it to me." Another death glare was shot Eren's way, but he ignored it, eyes focused on Levi, watching for his reaction.

Levi's eyes flicked to Eren, his eyes narrowing for a fraction of a second. Eren watched his eyes intently. Narrowing in suspicion, flicking up to his hair, down to his eyes, quickly glancing all over his body before his entire expression softened. His forehead, his eyes, his jaw, his lips, all slowly relaxing, the tiniest hint of a smirk threatening his lips, though it was fleeting.

Eren held his stare, heart about to explode, blood rushing through his veins, breathing a little bit unsteady, though not noticeable.

"I see. Well that is a shame." Levi commented, eyes never leaving Eren's and Eren wondered whether that comment was directed at him for a moment.

"Excuse me?" Jean asked incredulously. Levi tore his gaze away from Eren, his previous bored expression returning as though it had never left.

"Unfortunately Mr Kirstein as the card was not reported lost and stolen and you cannot prove it was not you, yourself, making these calls, there is really nothing I can do to help you." He spoke on such a matter of fact way. His voice authoritative. It was such a contrast to his other work voice.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me?" Jean seethed, almost shouting. Levi didn't even flinch.

"No, sir. I am not fucking kidding you." He spat out, clearly unimpressed with Jean's outburst. Jean shook his head, not knowing where to put himself.

"What about my phone records? It would show up that I haven't made any calls to the number in the last three weeks?" Levi kept his cool composure the whole time, Eren was impressed with his resolve. He was certainly not budging on this.

"It also doesn't prove who did make the calls. Nor take into account any other devices you may or may not have hidden. I do not know you, you could have five different devices but only show me three bills." He explained, as though it were the most obvious thing on the planet.

Jean looked at Eren pleadingly, silently begging him to admit it and offer up his phone records so all this could be set right. Eren regarded him with a neutral expression and then shook his head.

"Sorry. You're on your own on this one." He replied, point blank refusing. If he gave in now everything would be for nothing and he would probably get fired. There was no way in hell he was going to help him out.

"You little shit, you're seriously not going to..."

"If you can't win the war, you shouldn't start the fight." Eren stated, looking away and glancing back at the desk, pointedly ignoring Jean. Levi stood, gaining both Jean and Eren's attention and picking up the file from the desk.

"Now if that will be all, Mr Kirstein, I am a very busy man." Levi looked at Jean, awaiting his response and when Jean started to move, so did Levi, escorting him to the door. Levi opened the door, stepping aside to let the two men out of the room and both Jean and Eren went to leave. Jean stormed out in a blind rage, muttering angrily under his breath and leaving Eren behind.

As Eren was about to cross the threshold and leave the room, Levi shot his hand out, placing his palm against the frame of the door and effectively blocking Eren's path. Eren stopped, frozen from a mix of fear and apprehension.

"Eren." Levi's voice was soft, holding the exact kind of intimacy he had often used when saying his name over the phone. Hearing Levi say his name, say it in that way, made his stomach flip. He looked down at the shorter man. He was mildly surprised that he was taller than Levi, he had always expected him to be taller. With the way that he spoke and the air of confidence surrounding him, he had not expected his shorter stature. Not that it bothered Eren in the slightest.

"Levi." He responded, trying to not feel intimidated by the gorgeous man in front of him. Levi dragged his eyes over Eren's entire body, regarding him from head to toe before locking his eyes back onto his, a smirk pulling at his lips.

"From what I can see, there is nothing 'average' about you."

Eren felt his breathing hitch, swallowing thickly as he turned his head away. He couldn't believe this was happening. Every fibre of his being was desperate to reach out to Levi. To run his fingers through that black hair that looked so soft. His mind was racing, a million thought s running through his head.

"I didn't expect to see you here..." he finally admitted, daring to glance at the ebony haired man.

"No? You didn't expect to see me at my place of work?" Levi teased, amusement present in his voice. Eren rolled his eyes. Ever the comedian.

"Bit early for you isn't it?" he quipped back and Levi smiled, chuckling gently.

"I'm in charge this week while the director is away. Nicer hours." Eren clenched his jaw, the air around them becoming thick. His mind swimming. He didn't know what to say, what to think anymore.

"I must say, I certainly didn't expect to see you here." Levi commented, allowing his arm to drop from the door frame. Eren toyed with the idea of running but why the hell would he want to do that right now. He swallowed, looking at the ground.

"Are you mad?" he asked, already dreading the answer.

"Not at all. Just... surprised." Eren met Levi's gaze who was smiling at him softly and he couldn't stop the smile that split across his face. He was fighting down a blush, he would hate to blush right now. At home by himself, was different, but here in front of Levi...

His mind was still swirling with so many emotions, so many thoughts, so many things he wanted to say...

"I meant what I said..." the words came tumbling out before he could stop them. That was definitely not one of the things he wanted to say. But it was out there now, he may as well carry on. This would be his last chance. He felt like he had been thrown a lifeline, like somehow the world had made this happen right now, given him another chance to really address the situation. And he was going to take it.

"I really don't want this to be the end." He watched for Levi's reaction. The raven haired man blinked but was hiding his emotions well. Eren, though unnerved by his lack of reaction, refused to back down. He shrugged.

"I like you, Levi." He admitted. Finally. He felt like a weight had been lifted from off his shoulders. Levi regarded Eren closely for a moment before he looked away, averting his gaze for a few seconds before looking back at him.

"You shouldn't Eren. I'm not exactly the dream you think I am. Whatever you've got going on in your head, I can promise you, your fantasies are better than the reality." Eren rolled his eyes, shaking his head a little.

"Regardless of whether I should or not, it doesn't change the fact that I do. And maybe you're right. Maybe you're an absolute nightmare. But I'd like to find that out for myself if it's all the same to you." Levi licked his lips, shaking his head as he got lost in his own thoughts for a minute, running a hand through his luscious hair. Eren wanted to do that.

It was quiet for a moment. Levi seemed to be thinking over Eren's words, and Eren waited patiently. Levi did not appear convinced, the tiniest shake of his head causing Eren to realise he was against the idea. The silence was deafening for Eren.

"Can we at least talk about it? Properly? Will you at least give the time of day? I want to hear what you think, a chance to at least talk properly before you tell me to get lost." Levi's eyes narrowed slightly and he sighed.

"Tea." Eren blinked. Frowning confusedly. What? Levi noticed his obvious confusion and a small smirk pulled onto his lips.

"I like tea. I was about to go and get some. You can join me." It wasn't a question, but more of a statement and Eren felt a faint glimmer of hope. He grit his teeth to avoid showing his obvious excitement and nodded.

"It's just tea, Eren. Just talk." Eren nodded again. He understood what Levi meant. He shouldn't read to much into it. Still he couldn't help the butterflies in his stomach as he followed Levi out of the room and down the street.

-- - -

-- - -

Levi led Eren to a small cafe at the corner of the street. It was a quaint and quiet place, soft music playing quietly in the background, canvases scattered around and the strong smell of coffee penetrating the air. Levi stood at the counter, turning to Eren and asking him what he wanted. After ordering the drinks, Levi took a seat by the window and Eren sat down opposite, his heart booming.

He was unbelievably nervous. He couldn't believe this was happening, that he had agreed to this! How weird was it that he had just agreed to follow pretty much a total stranger to a cafe for tea?

But he was glad. Glad Levi was willing to at least talk to him properly. It didn't mean anything. Like Levi had said, it was just talk, but Eren was still grateful. Even if nothing came from this, even if Levi told him categorically that nothing was ever going to come from this, that he wasn't interested, whatever it was, Eren was prepared for. Because at the very least he could get some closure, hear Levi's thoughts and actually be able to try and gauge his reaction.

At first it was awkward. There was a tense silence that eventually Levi broke.

"You're taller than I imagined." And that had pretty much broke the ice. They had engaged in casual conversation. Eren had asked him how his day off was, Levi had asked if he had recovered from the BBQ Saturday. Eren had asked how he was finding being in charge. Levi had shared that he was second in command anyway and usually helped with the financial side of things anyway.

It had been nice. Eren had started to relax considerably in Levi's company. He admired him from a distance, retaking in all of his features. He really was incredibly attractive. Levi sat casually in his chair, much like he had in the office, his slender fingers tracing the rim of his cup idly, a small smile adorning his face, quietly contemplating while listening and engaging with Eren.

Eren knew he would have to broach the subject that needed to be addressed. Before Levi decided that he had had enough. Eren did not want to waste this opportunity, didn't want to make Levi believe that it was a waste of his time. That he had given Eren a chance to talk and that he had decided to not act on it.

"So... what now?" Eren asked, noticing Levi's slight hesitation.

"Honestly I don't know. This isn't exactly something I was prepared for." Eren offered a small smile.

"Yeah me either." He admitted. It was the truth after all, he certainly had not expected to find himself having feelings for Levi, who worked as a sex line worker. Levi scoffed.

"Yeah I bet." He deadpanned. Eren was growing a little anxious again, he could feel the atmosphere starting to shift. A much more serious feeling lingering in the air. Eren ran a hand through his hair.

"Why don't you tell me what you think? What you want? What the options are here? I think I've been quite honest... now it's your turn." Eren pressed. Levi sighed, turning to fix Eren with a firm look. Eren felt himself almost shrink back at the stare. Levi had the most intense eyes.

"What I think is that this will never work, and you have no idea what you're getting yourself into." He replied honestly. Eren nodded a little, taking a sip of his juice.

"Care to elaborate?" he asked. Levi paused for a moment and gave a small shrug.

"Look at what I do for a living, Eren. Is this seriously the whirlwind romance you envision? There are already so many problems with this, and they're not caused by you, they're caused by me." Eren blinked, frowning slightly, not understanding what Levi was saying. Not quite following his train of thought.

"We would barely see each other. You work days, I work nights. Eventually, you will start to resent me, start to hate me and what I do. Eventually you will start to feel like you're not good enough, like my work comes before you. And then, based on the work I do, you will start to get jealous. You will get jealous of the creeps I talk to on the phone, and I will get jealous of your friends for being able to spend so much time with you. To be able to do the things with you that I want to do." Levi paused, allowing his words to sink in. Eren held his gaze, waiting for more. He knew there would be. Levi took a sip of his tea.

"And that's only the start of it. Let's not forget how you would feel knowing that instead of spending the night with you, I was at work, spouting filth while total strangers whacked off over the phone. How you would feel on the odd occasion I was able to stay with you, knowing full well what I had been doing all week." Eren had thought about it. He had already thought about all of this stuff. But he didn't dare say anything yet, wanting to hear everything Levi had to say.

"How would you feel introducing me to your family? Your friends? How would you feel explaining to them what I did? Or would you lie? Make excuses as to why I could never make that dinner, never go to that party? Because you're too embarrassed of me to admit the truth. Eventually, everything will fall apart. It's only a matter of when." Eren felt his heart sink a little, though he didn't show it. Nodding his head a little to indicate that he was listening and understood what Levi was saying. He may not agree with everything entirely, but he understood. Levi ran a hand through his hair, the glow from the sunset highlighting his features and making his eyes shimmer.

"I say this, because I know how I would feel, if this were the other way round. I know I wouldn't be able to stand it. It would drive me crazy and eat me up inside, knowing that my boyfriend wasn't with me, but was doing unspeakable things with someone else. I know, that what would be on offer, just wouldn't be enough." There was a long pause. Both of them stared at each other for a long moment, trying to figure out what the other one was thinking. Eren nodded.

"Okay. Can I talk?" Eren asked, wanting to make sure Levi had finished. Levi arched an eyebrow and nodded silently and Eren sighed.

"Alright... I'm not saying things are going to be easy Levi. I'm not naive enough to think everything is going to be sunshine and rainbows and we're going to ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after..." Levi scoffed, taking another sip of his tea as he listened to Eren say his piece, grabbing a napkin and his pen, beginning to apparently scrawl on the napkin. Maybe he's nervous.

"I know it's going to be hard, and I know we will probably fight. Maybe everything you've said is right, maybe we will drift apart. But I'm not you. I already know what you do for a living and I'm still here and I still like you and I still want to talk. I still want to see where things go. And maybe after three months, or six, or three years, maybe everything will fall apart. But maybe not. And I'd rather at least try, and see, than be too scared to try at all." He paused when he saw Levi's eyes narrow a little, his eyes adopting a slight glare, but he found he wasn't deterred.

"I'm the one here who would be put at risk, Levi. Sure if things went to shit maybe you would hurt, but we both know it would hurt me more. Like you've said, knowing that my boyfriend would rather go and talk to a stranger instead of spend the night with me is bound to hurt me more..." Levi folded his arms, dropping his pen on the table for a moment and leaning back in his chair, glare intensifying.

"It's got nothing to do with what I would rather do, Eren." Eren raised his hand slightly.

"Let me finish." He replied softly and Levi raised an eyebrow at him before releasing a sigh of resignation.

"I know, it's not what you would prefer. It's your job. I get that. But the point I'm trying to make, is that if I'm willing to try, despite knowing what I know, despite knowing that maybe it will all end in tears, and I'm the one who would suffer the most out of the two of us... maybe you shouldn't be so hesitant." Levi's eyebrows drew together slightly but he stayed quiet, knowing Eren wasn't finished yet. Eren leaned back, taking another sip of his juice. He knew what he wanted to say next, but he was hesitant, afraid of the answer.

"Your work..." he started, noticing Levi's gaze lock onto his eyes, Eren had to look away, playing with his half empty glass and becoming engrossed with it for a moment as he thought about his next words carefully.

"Is it just talk?" his eyes snapped back to Levi to gauge his reaction. He wasn't a hundred percent sure whether Levi would be honest about this. Was his work just talk? Or did it involve more? How many people had Levi jacked off to while they did the exact same thing over the other end of the phone? Had it ever gone further? Eren wasn't sure if he would be able to cope with Levi's job, with him just talking to people, honestly he didn't, he had never been in the situation so couldn't predict how it would affect him. But he was pretty certain he wouldn't be able to put up with anything more.

"Yes. It's just talk Eren." Levi's voice was soft, almost as though he were trying to comfort Eren. Eren was relieved, but not completely convinced. After all, he had first hand experience when it came to calls with Levi.

"Sure?" he asked, giving the raven haired man another chance to come clean if he needed to.

"Because I'm only going to have this conversation once." Eren hoped Levi would understand the severity of his words. That this would be his only chance to tell him if there was ever anything more. And if he decided to lie to him now, it would be on his head, and he would have to live with the guilt. Levi's eyes did not flinch, did not look away from Eren's for a split second.

"It's just talk, Eren." Eren felt relieved. He felt the stiffness in his shoulders ease and released the breath he was holding. Levi's eyes softened, obviously noticing Eren's edginess fade.

"I'm not going to say that I'll never mention it. That I won't get frustrated or jealous, because I don't know. Believe it or not, I've never been in this situation before..." Levi couldn't help but laugh a little, giving Eren an amused look.

"That is surprising." He teased, voice sarcastic but playful, unfolding his arms and taking another sip of his tea as his hand picked up the pen again, continuing to scribble. Eren smiled back warmly, glad things were a little less tense now.

"But I do know, that I like you. And I wouldn't be sat here now if I thought the entire thing was hopeless. I just, want to talk. See how things go." Levi looked to his cup, nodding slowly in understanding.

"Just talk?" he clarified, lifting his eyes to meet Eren's in a seductive manner, a small smirk on his lips. Eren almost melted at the extremely suggestive implication of Levi's words, coupled with that look on his face. Jesus this is worse than when we were talking over the phone! Because now he could see him. He could see his expression, feel the heat in his eyes. Eren scoffed, shaking his head and running a hand through his hair in a mildly flustered way, looking back at Levi.

"Yeah. Just talk." He confirmed. It was true. They both knew Eren wanted more. A lot more. But Eren had honestly said he was happy to just see how things go. Neither of them were looking to rush into things, both of them having their own reservations.

Levi picked up his cup, seemingly ignoring Eren altogether as he finished the rest of his drink. Placing the cup back down and quickly got to his feet. Eren blinked up at him completely confused, eyes searching Levi's face for some sort of response, some sort of sign that he was going to respond. There was none. He wasn't seriously just going to leave?

Levi's eyes met Eren's, and Eren couldn't read his expression, his heart starting to pound harder at the thought of Levi just leaving.

"No charge." He said, eyes playful as he pushed the napkin across the table to Eren. Eren glanced at the napkin, not understanding and reached for it. Levi removed his hand as Eren picked it up. His eyes widened slightly as his eyes took in a sequence of digits that could only be a phone number, the name 'Levi' written underneath.

"Talk to you later, Eren." Levi drawled, not waiting for a response and leaving the cafe.

Eren was elated, unable to stop the smile that spread across his face as he quickly punched the digits into his phone, pushing the napkin into his pocket as he left the cafe.

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When Eren got home he felt drained. Like the entire day had dragged on forever and he hadn't slept. The whole events of the day completely taking it out of him. He showered and made dinner, picking up his suit and carefully taking out Levi's napkin with his number scrawled on it. He had already saved it to his phone, but the sentimental side of him wanted to keep the note. Levi had really nice handwriting. So neat and tidy.

He dropped the note on his bedside table, and sighed, collapsing on his bed. He frowned when the thought that he wouldn't be able to call Levi tonight ran through his mind, but then disappeared when he remembered he had already finished for the day. A stroke of luck really. Eren smiled, reaching for his phone and opening up his contact, smiling when he saw Levi's name and his number stored underneath.

Should he call?

Would it look to eager? Desperate even?

But if he didn't call, would it look like he wasn't bothered? Like he didn't really care? He frowned again. He had called Levi pretty much every night for the last three weeks... why should he change his routine now? Especially considering their late night conversations would have to stop when Levi resumed his usual position next week.

Eren figured he would rather seem too eager than not interested, so before he could change his mind, he hit the call button, placing the phone to his ear.

As he listened to the ringing of the phone his anxious ness grew. He felt so nervous, like he was calling him for the first time, which in a way, he was. He would be talking to Levi. The real Levi, not the sex operator... although, he already felt like he had been talking to the real Levi all along. But this was different. Levi had to take his calls before, it was his job... maybe he wouldn't pick up. Maybe he ignores unknown numbers? Maybe he should have text first? Maybe...

"Hello?" Levi answered, his voice even, slightly curious, not dripping with sexuality. No suggestive tone to his voice or flirty requests for his name. Eren smiled. He still loved his voice.

"It's me." Eren replies, his voice soft but unsure. But his anxiety fades when he hears Levi's warm voice flow through the receiver.

"Eren."

They talked for hours. As though it were the most natural thing on the planet. Eren had asked if he could call again tomorrow, and Levi had agreed.

So Eren had called again.

And the day after that.

And the day after that.

Friday night, they were talking again, though Levi was quiet. Eren had tried light conversation, asking questions, but he seemed... off.

"I'm going to miss our chats next week." Eren commented casually, stretching his body out and feeling several bones pop in his back. Levi hummed in response and Eren frowned.

"Levi?" he asked softly, trying to mask his obvious annoyance.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" Levi suddenly asked, completely out of nowhere. Eren blinked, the question throwing him completely.

"Erm... nothing. Why?" he asked, playing with the hem of his shirt.

"Would you like to have dinner with me?" Eren froze, eyes widening as a smile split across his face, heart swelling. He bit his lip nervously.

"Yeah, I'd like that."

"Good." Eren could hear the smile on Levi's face through the phone.

Dinner was a surprisingly intimate event. Levi had met Eren at the restaurant and as soon as Eren saw the man, his heart soared, racing in his chest. Without thinking about it, Eren had pulled the man into a warm hug, locking his arms around his shoulders, his face brushing against Levi's hair. Levi had chuckled, returning the embrace, which only heightened Eren's excitement.

"Aren't you just full of surprises?" Levi teased as he pulled away, forcing a blush from Eren. His awkwardness only broadening the shorter man's smile.

They had sat together, eating dinner, having a drink or two and talked. The flirtations had started before they had even finished dinner. Eren had been left a blushing, stuttering mess, much to Levi's amusement.

"You're cute when you're flustered." He commented, smiling warmly at the man across the table from him. Eren frowned.

"Shut up." He spat, taking a sip of his beer and trying to ignore the burn in his cheeks. Levi chuckled.

"It is sexy though, that you can be reduced to an incoherent mess like that." Eren lifted his gaze, his gaze hardening ever so slightly.

"From what I remember you're not always a beacon of composure yourself." He retorted. Levi just hummed, smiling as he sipped his beer, his other hand reaching across the table and grazing against Eren's fingers affectionately. Eren froze and looked back to Levi, before slipping his fingers in between Levi's and returning the gesture.

At the end of dinner, they had shared a cab home, Levi offering to drop Eren on his way. They sat beside each other in the back of the taxi and Eren couldn't stop his body reacting to the close proximity, thighs touching. Eren licked his lips.

"I really enjoyed tonight." He said, his voice quiet. Levi had a bored expression on his face but his eyes were soft, he lowered his head a little, looking almost sad, regretful for a moment before he spoke.

"I won't be able to do things like this much. I figured I should take the opportunity while it's here." Eren smiled and before he knew what was going on, his hand had reached up to cup Levi's face, and he had pressed his lips against his. He isn't sorry about the action though, especially when he feels Levi's own hand reach up and run tenderly along the back of his neck, up into his chocolate hair. He makes the smallest of noises as Levi presses back, applying more pressure to the kiss, and he would be blushing, if he hadn't felt Levi's lips twitch into a smirk against his, clearly approving of the reaction.

Every part of his body is tingling, the atmosphere between them electric. He wraps his arm tightly around Levi, holding him so close and Levi responds immediately, deepening the kiss and parting his lips. Eren responds in earnest, parting his own lips and running one hand through Levi's ridiculously soft hair, his body trembling from a mix of want and anticipation. His mind is swimming. Thoughts about how good Levi feels, his body pressed firmly against his, how soft and supple his lips are, how good he smells, tips of his fingers gently scratching Eren's scalp, his other hand sliding across his jaw to tilt his head wherever he wants him.

Eren's body was surging with desire, heart missing a beat when Levi's tongue slid effortlessly into his mouth, teasing him. He almost died when Levi released a low, breathy sound against his mouth. Fuck...

Levi pulled Eren closer, the taller man sliding one of his strong arms around the others waist, fingers tracing delicately along the soft fabric of his shirt while the other is still nestled in his hair.

Eren is absolutely beside himself. He never would have thought this was possible. If someone would have told him a month ago, he would be tangled up with an incredibly attractive, sexy man in the back of a taxi. A man who Eren would meet through the most absurd circumstances, who worked as a sex line operator, Eren would have laughed. And even now, he had to remind himself that this was real, this was really happening.

Eren was breathless, completely caught up in the heat and intensity of kissing Levi. Weeks of wondering what this would be like, what he would feel like coming to an explosive finish. The kiss is slow and sensual, needy and cautious all at the same time. Eren can barely breathe.

He feels Levi relenting, can feel him starting to slowly ease the pressure of their kiss and pull away and all Eren can think is no... not yet... but he allows Levi to break contact. From their lips at least, though the two had not quite given up holding onto each other just yet. Eren looked into Levi's eyes, blow wide with lust and he gave in, locking his lips to the man again.

Every cell in Eren's body wanted to ask Levi to come inside but he somehow managed to resist temptation when the car finally pulled up to his house.

Monday, Levi returned to his normal work.

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Levi lay beside Eren, legs tangled and arms wrapped around him as they lay in bed and watched the movie playing on the screen. Eren loved the nights Levi could stay over. He loved having him lie beside him, wrapped up in his strong arms and body pressed close to his.

"This movie is shit." Levi commented, his warm breath ghosting over Eren's ear and Eren chuckled. It really was a bad movie, but Eren was just too comfortable to move and change it. He entwined his fingers with Levi's hand that was resting across his chest, his other hand resting under the pillow.

"You picked it Levi." Eren reminded him teasingly, kissing his knuckles affectionately.

"Did I?" Levi asked, genuinely surprised, making Eren laugh harder and roll his eyes, shaking his head.

"Hm. What was I thinking?" Levi muttered, mostly to himself, bringing his lips to press a soft kiss to Eren's neck. Eren felt his eyes flutter shut as Levi littered his neck with soft kisses, the hand locked in his releasing to stroke down his abdomen, coming to rest at his hip. Eren hummed quietly, quickly succumbing to Levi's flirts, turning to face the man who quickly, cupped Eren's face and kissed him deeply. Eren laced both of his arms around his neck, bringing him closer and instantly deepened the kiss.

Eren enjoyed their heated make out sessions, feeling Levi's hard body press against his, his tongue sliding into his mouth, teeth nipping playfully at his bottom lip. Eren snaked his hand through Levi's hair, delighting in the soft groan he dragged out from the ebony haired man, while his other hand trailed lazily down the curve of Levi's spine, resting at the base of his back and pulling him closer. Levi slid his hand underneath Eren's tee, caressing the hot tanned skin underneath, forcing a shiver from the taller man.

Eren gasped, tilting his head back to give Levi more room when he began kissing his neck again. Levi's fingers danced under his shirt, caressing every inch of the skin underneath. Eren felt like he was drowning, the heat between them suffocating him. Sometimes the sexual tension between them was just too much. Nothing sexual had happened between them yet, aside from the flirting over the phone, and the kisses and light touches when he visited. Eren didn't mind too much, but a part of him desperately wanted more. And that part of him, was starting to surface now. He clung to Levi, the raven haired man taking the edges of his tee in his hand and pulling it up and over his head, quickly discarding the garment to the floor.

His hand immediately reached for Eren, bringing him back in for another heated kiss, a small groan emitting from him as their lips crashed together again passionately. Eren let his hands roam under Levi's own tee, enjoying the reactions he could drag out from the older man. Tiny quivers of his body, skin heating up, muscles across his stomach twitching, Eren loved it all.

When Levi leaned back and removed his own shirt, Eren sat up, reaching for the man and smashing their lips together again, his fingers dipping into the waistband of Levi's bottoms, clearly intending to strip the man. Levi smirked, grabbing Eren's wrists and ceasing his movements, smiling against his lips.

"Eager are we?" he teased, lips not fully separating from Eren's. His voice was deep, husky, slightly teasing. It made Eren's cock twitch. He almost whined against Levi's lips, lust completely overtaking him. He wanted Levi right now. He had been thinking about this for so long, even before they had first met and he knew Levi felt the same way. Levi pressed forward, leaning over Eren, hovering over him as he kissed back down his neck, hand sliding tenderly up his side and across his ribs as his mouth travelled lower. Eren's breathing was erratic, shaky and unsteady but he didn't care. Everything Levi was doing felt incredible.

Levi kissed his chest, taking the dusky bud into his mouth as his other hand lightly scratched the other and Eren hissed, groaning loudly and arching his back. Levi hummed, quickly moving lower to kiss his stomach.

"Eren." Eren released a small sound, a needy whimper and forced himself to lock eyes with the man atop him. Levi's eyes were animalistic, lustful pools of melted metal regarding him closely.

"Are you alright?" Eren's heart burst with adoration. He loved that even now, Levi would still ask him this. Would still show his concern. He smiled, eyes closing as the familiar warmth cascaded over his body that only Levi could provide. He nodded, blindly reaching for Levi who went to him and kissed him softly. His arousal was obvious, pressing harshly against both of their stomachs and Levi kissed deeply at his neck, leaving a small red mark.

"Levi..." Eren rasped, running both hands through his hair until he cupped the back of his neck and pressed feverish kisses to the man he cared so, so deeply for. Levi groaned against his lips, pulling back and looking into Eren's eyes again before he pulled back, reaching for the waistband of Eren's boxers. Eren immediately lifted his hips, aiding Levi in his task, confident in his decision.

Levi's eyes dragged over Eren's body unashamedly, taking in every detail of his body, his hand grazing gunshot skin and sending tiny electrical pulses through the man beneath him. Levi smirked, making Eren frown a little.

"Levi?" he asked, feeling a little self conscious all of a sudden. Levi's grin widened.

"Definitely nothing average about you." He commented, eyes flicking to Eren's playfully who smiled and shook his head, sitting up and reaching for Levi, kissing him. Eren slid his hand into Levi's soft bottoms, hand wrapping around his semi hard cock, making the older man groan into his mouth, his hand pulling Eren closer. His skin was so hot to Eren's touch, so smooth.

"Take them off." Eren gasped desperately against Levi's mouth. Levi surrendered to his request and Eren couldn't help but stare, the sight of this man naked in front of him, being able to take in every detail of his muscular body. It took Eren's breath away. Levi reached for Eren, kissing him quickly, distracting him for a brief moment as his hand touched his shoulder.

"Lie on your front." He commanded gently, shifting to give Eren more room. Eren lay down, his erection pressing against the soft covers and he had to resist the urge to grind his hips. Levi was close to him, he could feel his hot breath ghost his overly sensitive skin, making him tremble, the pads of his fingers barely touching his shoulder, stroking down his back tantalisingly. Eren whimpered, his need building with every touch Levi bestowed on his body.

"Come up on your knees for me." Levi whispered, still touching and kissing Eren in the most sinful ways. He shifted, leaning on his elbows and bringing up his knees, Levi's hands moving to his hips to help manoeuvre him to the position he wanted, before returning to stroke his skin.

Levi kissed at the nape of Eren's neck, making him groan loudly in pleasure, trailing little kisses all down his spine. Eren wriggled, the soft kisses peppering his skin tickling him in a purely pleasurable way. He was so hard, so desperate for Levi to finally, finally take him, but he forced himself to be patient. He certainly didn't want to rush this, not when he had waited so long for it.

"Do you want this, Eren?" Levi's voice penetrated the air, bringing Eren back down to earth and he gasped at just how sexy Levi sounded right now. He had always been attracted to Levi's voice, to that sexy, beautiful timbre, the way he spoke so effortlessly. The things he said, always sparking a fire in the pit of his stomach, making the blood rush to his cock. And right now was no exception. Eren bit his lip, nodding his head and shivering when Levi's hand caressed his ass.

Eren felt Levi spread his cheeks, exposing him to the cool air in his room but before he had chance to find it uncomfortable, a scorching hot, wet and soft object slid along his entrance. Eren couldn't stop the loud moan that ripped from his throat, finger gripping his bed sheets violently, eyes practically rolling to the back of his head. He gasped Levi's name several times, but Levi did not stop, rolling his tongue back and forth across the tight ring of muscles. Eren had never felt anything like it before in all his life. It was sensational.

He felt Levi press deeper, his tongue delving inside him, pushing past the barrier and teasing his insides with the tip of his tongue. Eren's legs trembled, threatening to buckle from pleasure as he let out a strangled moan, head dropping to rest on his clenched fist. When Levi pulled away, he pressed a soft kiss to his right cheek before placing a hand on Eren's hip, pushing him gently to the side and rolling him onto his back, settling himself between Eren's shaking legs.

"You want me here, Eren?" Levi asked, and Eren almost came on the spot, his breath hitching and throat tightening. He nodded his head and Levi leaned forward, opening up Eren's bedside drawer and pulling out the lube, quickly popping it open and pouring some of the translucent liquid into his hand. Eren's heart pumped like crazy in his chest, blood burning in his veins and he closed his eyes, trying to control his breathing.

He watched as Levi's dry hand closed around his throbbing cock, the touch sending a jolt through his entire body as his hand began to run backwards and forwards, stroking him. He couldn't believe this was finally happening, he still couldn't believe it. He squeezed his eyes shut, pleasure coursing through his veins, pleasure that only increased ten fold when Levi encased his dick in his hot and waiting mouth. Eren's hands immediately flew to Levi, hands attempting to grip his shoulders but instead gently gripping his silky hair. A shocked almost pained groan tearing from his throat.

Levi's talented mouth immediately drew Eren in deeper, a satisfied hum escaping him as he got to work on Eren. Eren was a mess, a heat surging through his entire body, stomach tightening, fingers clenching in Levi's hair as his teeth sunk into his bottom lip. Levi was a delight to watch, but Eren could barely keep his eyes open to enjoy the sight, head falling back against the pillow as Levi drew moan after moan from him.

A cool, slick digit teased his entrance, Levi carefully prying him open, sinking his finger inside as he continued sucking his cock. Levi released the swollen, dripping cock from his mouth, moving closer to Eren who reached for him. Levi pressed his lips to Eren's ear, thrusting his finger shallowly.

"You like that, Eren?" Levi whispered, his voice dripping with pure lust. Eren groaned, one hand gripping Levi's arm and another wrapping around his neck, holding him close, as close as possible.

"Levi..." it was all he could manage at the moment. Levi smiled against his skin, humming appreciatively at his reactions.

"You sound incredible." He whispered, slowly forcing another finger inside him. Eren gasped, eyes rolling. He was panting gently, breathing completely irregular, liquid fire flowing through his veins. He could almost hear his heartbeat in his ears from how intense it all felt.

"Are you alright?" Eren nodded frantically, focusing on Levi's fingers thrusting in and out of him, it was uncomfortable, but not entirely unpleasant.

"I'm going to look after you Eren, I promise." Eren nodded again.

"Levi, oh... please..." Levi groaned, kissing his temple before he pulled away. He removed his fingers, quickly coating his own engorged length, his own need becoming unbearable. He grabbed Eren's thighs, pulling him closer as he spread his legs. Eren immediately complied, locking his legs loosely around Levi's hips.

Eren knew he should be nervous, but he wasn't, he really wasn't. Because it was Levi.

Levi leaned forward again, pressing his lips to Eren's and kissing him passionately. He separated, resting his forehead against Eren's and lacing his fingers together with Eren's. Levi looked at Eren again, silently asking him one last time if he was okay with his eyes and Eren gave a small barely noticeable nod. Then Levi moved, slowly pushing against Eren, his entrance offering some resistance before relenting and Levi grit his teeth, brows knitting together in a blend of remarkable pleasure and concentration.

Eren groaned, then gasped, then hissed the further Levi pushed, nails digging sharply into his skin as the first wave of pain washed over him.

"Fuck, Levi..."

"Shhh, it's okay. Hold on to me." Levi tried to release Eren's hand but he refused to let go, grip tightening, wanting to hold his hand.

"No..." Levi closed his fingers back around his hand.

"Okay, okay..." he whispered, leaning to gently kiss Eren again, murmuring gentle words and waiting patiently for Eren to adjust. After a couple of moments, Eren shifted and Levi bit his lip.

"I'm going to move now, alright Eren?" Eren nodded and Levi slowly started to pull out, thrusting back inside Eren with as much care as he could manage. It didn't take long for Eren to adjust and he started encouraging Levi, asking him for more, which Levi gladly gave him.

Levi's thrusts grew faster, increasing in a speed and force, his gentle pants caressing Eren's face and Eren loved every second. He had heard Levi gasp for breath before. But hearing it so close, feeling him right here, seeing him, watching his reactions was a whole other level. The man was beautiful.

Levi slowly released Eren, taking his knees and bringing them up, prying his legs from around his waist and instead pushing his knees to his chest, tilting his hips up and forcing him open. When he thrust in next, Eren screamed, the new angle causing Levi to smash against his prostate and making him see stars. Eren's hands gripped on to Levi's that were still holding his knees, keeping him in position and Levi laced their fingers together, continuing to move, repeatedly hitting that spot inside Eren that took his breath away.

Eren was in nirvana, completely overwhelmed by the exceptional pleasure he was feeling, Levi practically fucking him in half, almost literally and taking him to new levels of ecstasy. Every single thrust executed with astonishing accuracy, leaving him a moaning, panting, whining mess, tears of pleasure threatening to spill. And from the looks of things, Levi wasn't in a much better situation.

"Shit, you're amazing, Eren. So needy for me..." Eren blushes from the praise. He had fucking missed Levi's dirty talk, it drove him fucking wild. And knowing that the things he was saying now he really, really fucking meant made it even better. Not that Eren had ever doubted Levi's words before, but being able to see just how much he meant them, it was truly something else.

"Touch yourself for me, Eren." Levi slowed his thrusts, drawing them out and Eren almost wanted to cry. Still he slowly released Levi's hand and dropped it to his leaking dick that was begging for attention.

"That's it, Eren, keep going. Fuck, I love how you eat me up. You're so desperate for me." Eren groaned, his senses in overload, it was all too much. Feeling Levi's hot skin against his, the almost bone crushing grip on his hand, the unbelievable pleasure he was feeling. He had never felt so full in all his life.

"Ah, Levi... I..." Eren's speed on his dick increased. He was so close. Levi picked up the pace, slamming into him recklessly, losing control at the sounds spilling for Eren's mouth.

"Christ Eren you're so tight. I'm going to fill you up. You want that, don't you Eren?" Eren could only nod, Levi's words almost pushing him over the edge as his frantic hand moved over his sensitive shaft.

"Yes... Levi, please... please..."

"You're so good to me Eren. You're close aren't you? Are you going to come for me?" Eren couldn't form sentences anymore, he could barely focus on anything at all. His mouth opened, releasing a guttural moan as his head snapped back, his entire body clenching as he finally found release, panting Levi's name like it was the only word he knew.

He was only vaguely aware of Levi whispering to him as he rode out his orgasm, coating his hand and stomach in his seed. The way Levi groaned his name as he came inside him sent shivers down his spine, making his cock throb with want despite his recent orgasm. The expression on Levi's face was perfect, brows drawn close together, mouth hanging open, breathing heavy and laboured. His grip on Eren's knees pinching painfully. Eren thought he looked perfect, his heart fluttering. None of those callers ever got to see Levi like this. This, was just for Eren.

Levi stilled, catching his breath and slowly opening his eyes, his fingers relaxing against Eren and releasing him. He looked about ready to collapse. His pale skin glistening in a thin layer of sweat, hair damp, breathing now even but incredibly shaky. Eren wasn't fairing any better. He swallowed thickly, a mixture of emotions rushing through him.

Levi pulled back, removing himself from Eren who winced slightly as he rested his feet on the bed, the burning in his thighs easing slightly. Eren lazily reached for a pack of wipes Levi had, quite conveniently, left on his bedside table during his last stay and began lazily cleaning himself up. Levi tended to his ass, making Eren jump and almost squeak, causing a soft smile to split across the raven haired mans face, before he wiped himself down.

Levi leaned over Eren, cupping his face and planting a deep kiss on his lips. Eren hummed softly, reaching up and holding Levi's hand that was against his face as he returned the kiss.

"Are you alright?" Levi asked as he pulled back, eyes searching Eren's for any sign of hurt or worry. Eren smiled and nodded, his other hand running through Levi's undercut, gently caressing his head. He was still dazed, still trying to recover.

Levi moved to lie behind Eren, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close, their bodies melding together as he gently kissed his neck and shoulder. Eren was exhausted, but his heart was bursting with happiness. He didn't think it was possible to feel this content.

"I love you, Eren." Came a whispered voice against the back of his neck. Eren's heart stopped, breath hitching as Levi squeezed him gently, reassuringly. He smiled, holding on to Levi's hand as he shuffled to get comfortable and kissed the back of his hand. He had never felt so complete. He felt sleep starting to take over, barely able to keep his eyes open anymore.

"I love you too, Levi."