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Eren had been more than just a little impressed when the driver came to pick him up.

He didn’t know much about cars, never really had interest in them, but he knew enough to get that this car was expensive from the moment he saw it. Sleek and sexy, the black colour had a nice sheen to it. When he got inside, he found the backseat chairs were actually really nice. He tried to make himself comfortable, but ended up crossed his legs, nervously scratching at the side of his navy jeans with his short nails, green eyes looking out the window.

They had been driving for about ten minutes now.

But that was to be expected after all.

Mikasa lived downtown, and the person he was going to meet – this ‘Levi’ – lived over the bridge, in a quieter area. It wasn’t just a residential area, but one of the wealthiest in the country. ‘North Crescent’ was the name of the region, and the people there had the tendency to buy large lots of land, build massive houses, and poison trees if it would mean they could get a better view; they were the kind of people who hosted large, lavish parties and sneered at the middle class. In fact, the municipality of North Crescent actually outlawed homeless people to loiter in the region.

Eren wasn’t even sure if that was legal, but he just hoped the person he was going to meet wasn’t snobbish or uptight. His green eyes moved to the rear-view mirror and he glanced to the driver. Eren didn’t really take a look at him when he got in the car, but now that he took the chance he couldn’t help but notice he was cute. Black hair, cute freckles, boyish smile.

“Um,” Eren spoke up, but didn’t really know what to say.

The driver looked up to the rear-view mirror and offered him a smile, “Yeah?”

“So, uh, how well do you know this Levi-guy?”

“Well, I work for him. Known him for about… I want to say two years? He’s a nice guy. He can… kind of come off as a jerk, or cold, but he cares. He’s got a lot of layers, I guess.”

Layers, Eren looked out the window again. “Thanks.” Layers. Now he was thinking of Shrek and the ogre/onion metaphor. He rubbed his forehead to get the mental picture out of his head—Shrek on top of him, dominating him. He shuddered a little and secretly hoped Levi looked nothing like Shrek.

“So, I’m curious,” the driver glanced at the mirror again before focusing on the road, “How did you end up talking to Levi? He’s sort of a really, closed-off guy.”

“Uh,” Eren was slightly distracted by the scenery—everything was so damn green and pretty. It really was a rich neighbourhood. “My friend knows him.”

“Through the community?”

Eren blinked and looked back at the driver, tilting his head.

“I mean, through the community of Doms and subs here, right?”

“Oh, yeah,” Eren blinked, “Sorry, I didn’t think you would know about that… Are you one of Levi’s…?”

“No,” he laughed, “I’m Marco by the way. I have my own Dom, but I… uh…” His freckled cheeks suddenly warmed into a rose blush and he tried to laugh it off, “I have spent some time with Levi before I met Jean.”

Eren raised an eyebrow, then it clicked. Sex. “Oh,” he nodded, feeling his own cheeks warm a little. “Eren,” he offered as he looked out the window. “Yeah… My friend knows Levi through the community.” Thinking about Mikasa and a guy named ‘Jean’ reminded him of the bastard he knew from years ago, Jean Kirstein, who kept flirting (or awkward trying to flirt) with Mikasa. But there was no way it was that jerk or anything. It was totally a common name.

“What’s your friend’s name?” Marco smiled, “If she knows Levi, maybe I know her too.”

Eren looked up, “Oh, Mikasa.”

“Ackerman?” Marco blinked twice.

“Uh, yeah.”

“Wow, I didn’t think Mikasa really made friends with anyone—Ah, sorry, that was rude, it’s just she tends to keep to herself, that’s what I meant.”

Eren glanced again to the mirror, seeing how worried Marco’s expression was made him laugh a little. “Nah, it’s fine… Mikasa and I grew up together, she’s always been distant I guess. I know what you mean.”

“Good,” Marco breathed out of relief and his finger flicked the turn signal, “We’re almost there. He’s got the nicest house here, actually.”

He blinked, “Really?”

“Yeah, it’s not the biggest, but it’s the nicest. Probably since part of his job is designs and stuff, anyway, it’s that one down the street, isolated from the neighbours since he hates everyone here.”

Eren leaned forward, looking through the windshield. If he knew how to whistle, he would’ve. Although his view was somewhat limited, he tried to take in the sight as much as he could.

Marco pulled into the driveway, which was wide enough for four cars, and he looked over his shoulder. “I’m just going to drop you off, but if it doesn’t work out between you two, just ask Levi to give me a call. I’ll still be in the area, have a couple more errands to run.”

“Okay,” Eren nodded slowly, slightly intimidated by the size of the house. “Um, you know Levi so uh, any tips you can give me?”

“Hmm, not really… All I can say is just be yourself. He’s a fair Dom; he won’t punish you or get mad at you if you don’t understand something. If he’s for you, and you’re for him, it’ll work out. If not, it’s not your fault, sometimes personalities just don’t mix and there’s nothing you can do about it.” Marco noticed Eren wasn’t any calmer, and he chuckled, “If you want one good hint, though, I guess I can tell you one thing: When he’s deciding if he wants to keep you, he’s going to ask the other people in the household. So just make sure to get along with his other subs.”

“Oh, okay… So, how many subs does he have?”

“Just one, right now,” Marco chuckled, “Don’t worry. Just try your best to get along with them.”

“Alright, I guess…”

“Don’t be so nervous, okay?”

He offered Marco a small smile and nodded, “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. Good luck.”

“Thanks,” Eren nodded and opened the door. He stepped out and made sure his shoulder-bag didn’t drag behind. He closed the door, giving the driver a little wave before looking up at the house. Three floors, with a black roof, walls made of a mix of white stone and furnished wood. He looked down and noticed there was a paved path through the green front lawn. He knew it was better to get it done as fast as possible, so he started walking.

There was a tightness in his chest and he winced as he stepped up the three steps. He examined the front door: Double-doors, mix of dark furnished wood and foggy glass. He was a little surprised by how nice it looked, but eventually started looking around for the doorbell. After a good thirty seconds, he eventually realised the button was on the side and he clicked it, hearing a chime from the inside.

Eren took a deep breath.

He heard footsteps.

The door opened.

There was a blond, and Eren half wondered if it was a guy or a girl, but he realised it was a short male, late teens—he guessed eighteen or nineteen—with a petite build. He had big blue eyes and a round face, framed by his blond hair. He was wearing a light blue sweater and a pair of black skinny jeans. He smiled softly and tilted his head, “Eren?”

“Hi!” Eren said with his outside voice by accident, then felt his cheeks warm. “Are-are, you, um, Levi… Sir?”

The blond laughed and shook his head, “No… I’m Armin, one of Levi’s subs,” he offered his hand.

Eren instantly calmed down and shook the blond’s hand, “At least you don’t look like Shrek.”

“What?”

“Sorry—Nothing!”

Armin laughed again and smiled, “It’s okay, just breathe a bit. Levi’s on the phone right now, so just come with me and I’ll sit you down in the living room.”

Eren nodded and stepped in, closing the door behind him. He noticed Armin’s shoes were off and saw a couple pairs of shoes neatly by the door, so he stepped out of his own shoes and moved them with his feet so they were next to the others. He looked up to see Armin giving him a small smile and he smiled back, feeling somewhat as ease as he followed the blond to a smaller room.

It was actually quite simple.

A couch on one side, a wooden coffee table in between, then two black leather chairs on the other side.

Armin motioned to the couch with his hand, “Just sit here and Levi will be with you in a moment. Can I get you anything to drink? Soda, juice, water?”

“Water,” Eren nodded, “Ice water.”

Armin fought back the small smile and he nodded.

Eren watched the blond leave and almost called out for him to come back because he didn’t want to be left all alone. He did his best to relax, controlling his breathing. He ended up having nothing to do, so he pulled out his phone, checking his messages. Nothing. He frowned.

“Here.”

Eren looked up to see Armin handing him a glass of ice water. He sipped it and nodded in thanks.

Armin grabbed one of the circular drink coasters from the second level of the coffee table and he placed it on the surface. “Levi will be with you in a moment.”

“Um, do you have any… tips?”

Armin blinked for a moment, then thought about it. “Technically you’re not his yet, but he wants to be called ‘Sir’ by his subs, so the sooner you start using it the better, maybe?”

“Thanks,” Eren smiled, “Anything else?”

Armin opened his mouth to say something, but paused and looked behind him. “Sir.”

Eren’s eyes moved past Armin and his eyes widened—Not at all like Shrek.

Shorter than he expected, Levi’s grey eyes stared right into Eren. He had black hair, straight and short, in an undercut. He was wearing a business suit, black blazer, black dress pants, white undershirt. He looked rather youthful, but there was a slight furrow beneath his eyes that gave him a sense of authority.

Eren swallowed hard.

Levi glanced to the side, “Armin.”

“Yes, Sir?”

“Leave us.”

Armin nodded his head politely and left the room.

‘Don’t leave me alone with him…’ Eren attempted telepathy with Armin, but it obviously didn’t work. The door was closed and his green eyes shifted over to Levi. He was sure he was taller than the man, but he feared being crushed by mere presence if he tried to stand.

Levi’s gaze eventually left Eren and he took a seat on the leather chair across from him. He crossed his legs and scratched the side of his head. Grey eyes made contact with green, and there was a crack of a smile. “Eren, was it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” he muttered in a dry tone.

Eren felt his throat tighten and he nodded slowly.

Levi tilted his head and examined the dark brown haired male in front of him. “Are you nervous?”

“Y-Yes.”

Levi seemed a little amused by the stutter and shifted, getting comfortable in the chair. “Let’s get down to business, then. I’m a little pressed for time. I’ll start with personal questions, if they’re too invasive, you don’t have to answer, that won’t affect my judgement. How long have you been into D.s.?

“About a year and a half, or about two years,” Eren realised he was messing up on the first question, “Somewhere between there.”

Levi gave a little nod, “Have you always been the sub in that time?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“How many Doms have you had?”

“Well, I’ve had a couple casuals, but I’ve only really had three real Doms.”

“Three in two years is a pretty average number,” Levi said as in a monotone voice, “What went wrong with those relationships?”

Eren blinked, not expecting that. He scratched the back of his head, “Um, well, the first one was great. It was more episodic D.s. and he was the guy who taught me everything, we were together for about four months, but… His wife found out, and I found out he had a wife, so I ended that there.”

The corners of Levi’s lips curved into the faintest smile.

“A couple months later, I wanted to get back into it, so I met my second Dom, but that lasted about a month. He said I was too eager, and he suggested I try to go for more… What’s the opposite of episodic?”

“Lifestyle,” Levi supplemented. “At least those are the terms our community uses.”

“Yeah, that,” Eren felt his cheeks warm, “Third Dom was lifestyle, so he taught me most of that. We only were together for a couple months, two or three, and we just decided we weren’t right for each other.”

“Interesting,” Levi seemed amused, “May I ask how you ended up in D.s.?”

“Uh… Well it’s a bit of a funny story,” he chuckled nervously. “Two years ago, my parents were making demands since I lived under their roof and I figured since I was nineteen I was old enough to live on my own—bad idea—So I ended up moving in with a friend of mine, Mikasa Ackerman, and she was fine with it, but she said if her bedroom door is closed, don’t enter, no matter what. And so one day… it was slightly open, and I needed to talk to her, so I opened the door, and, well… There was this blonde chick all tied up, gagged, and she had these things on her nipples and I had no idea what I was looking at but she made eye contact with me and… I basically just started screaming because I didn’t understand what I was looking at, at all.”

Levi actually laughed.

Eren paused for a moment, listening to the sound of Levi’s laugh, and he decided he liked it.

“I’m sure, now, you could comprehend what you saw.”

“Yeah,” Eren nodded, “I still can’t look at nipple tassels without flinching, though. They’re not really my thing, anyway.”

There was a smirk on his face, “You’re interesting. I guess it’s only fair that I tell you my story now. I admit it won’t be as entertaining as yours, though.”

“That’s fine,” Eren grinned, “I’m still interested.”

Levi paused, having no doubt that Eren meant that sincerely. “I got into D.s. when I got into BDSM, fifteen years ago.”

“–Wait!” Eren blinked, “How old are you?”

“Thirty one,” Levi replied simply.

“Really? You don’t look like you have ten years over me…”

Levi seemed amused, but kept going, “Fifteen years ago, I was only sixteen. I came from a very… conservative, small town. A man liking other men was a big no-no, and it might as well have been illegal. The gay community, if it could even be called that, ended up thinking they were crazy out-laws. Sex, drugs, booze, you name it and we probably did it. Back then… it was warped and twisted. The more ‘okay’ it became to be gay, the more that began to crumble. And now, there’s this modern movement within all BDSM communities to push for safety—which I support. I’ve gone from rampant sex freaks, to an actual caring community. Sure, we’re kinky, but safety is number one on everyone’s mind, and I agree with that.” He paused for a moment, watching how intently Eren was listening to him, “It’s for that reason, I have this.” He reached for a small stack of papers on the small table next to him. “How is your eyesight? Can you read size nine font?”

Eren blinked, surprised by the question. “Yeah, why?”

“I’m sure you’re familiar with contracts,” Levi glanced at the papers in front of him, kept together by a staple in the left top corner. “They are the agreement that a Dom and sub sign. Most Dom’s just have a single piece of paper, some are comfortable with verbal communications. Since you’ll be living with me for the duration, I think it’s best you’re very clear on what I expect from you, and what you can expect from me. I know it’s a bit long, rather annoying to read, but I think this one of the times that being thorough is a good idea, Eren.”

Eren felt a little shiver from the way Levi said his name. He took the papers and began flipping through the pages, seeing the nine point font in what he guessed was times new roman. He counted four pages and looked up, “Why is the font so small?”

“Truth be told,” Levi sighed, “I usually end up making ten or so copies at a time, just in case we make a mistake, or if we want it renewed halfway through the month. It just saves paper, really. My printer decided it doesn’t want to print on both sides of a page anymore, so fuck it. Anyway, Eren, read it carefully, but don’t sign it yet. If you don’t understand anything, just ask. It’s important that you know what you’re getting yourself into. I’ve been in the community long enough to have had several misunderstandings, and I don’t want to deal with the hassle of another one, got it?”

Eren looked up and felt a little chill run down his spine. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the severity of the words, Levi’s voice, or the way those grey eyes looked like they were fucking him over a table. He swallowed hard, not trusting himself to speak, and gave a little nod.


The Contract

This Contract establishes the relationship of Dominance and submission between Levi Rivaille and ________________, from the day of _______, ___ to _______, ___. This Contract is not a legal one and will not hold up in the court of law. This Contract wishes for both parties to reach mutual understanding of the objectives and expectations of this Dom/sub relationship, as well as ensure the safety of both parties. The parties will hereafter be referred to as the ‘Dom’ (stylisation: capitalised) and the ‘sub’ (stylisation: lower-case).

This agreement must be entered voluntarily.

This Contract is written for guidance, betterment, and the benefit of the Dom/sub relationship, as well as seeking to guide, better, and benefit both the Dom and sub individually.


The Relationship

Dominance and submission as a whole is both a behaviour and an expectation which involves the giving by the sub to the Dom complete control over them in either episodic times or as a lifestyle. The relationship outlined in this Contract is that of lifestyle Dom/sub. It will exist beyond the bedroom, to all aspects of the relationships, within the limitations of the Contract.

The sub is the one who gives consent for the Dom to do as He wishes to them. They wish to maximise their Dom's pleasure, happiness, and well-being.

The Dom is the one who dominates for order and control. His goal is to help His partner find and achieve pleasure through submission.

The Dom/sub relationship is designed for both parties to take innocent and erotic pleasure from it. Though obedience and submission to the Dom is mandatory, the safety (both physical and psychological) of all parties involved is far more important. In the household, there are three words (known as ‘safe words’) that will trump any authority.

"Green" means that everything is fine. The act may continue.

"Yellow" means that everything must come to a pause. Something is wrong.

"Red" is an emergency exit. When Red is called, consent is removed.

Any violation of the safe words will call for immediate termination of the Contract.


Termination of the Contract

This Contract may be broken at the will of either party at any time. There is no need for a specific reason.


Changes to the Contract

This Contract may not be changed; however, it may be terminated in a mutual agreement to draft a new, better suited Contract. The newly drafted Contract may have the same end-date as the original Contract did, or a different one.


Eren paused and looked up, “So basically… If we want to change the contract, we have to terminate it and then make a new one with those changes?”

“Yes.”

“Um,” Eren blinked, “Why?”

“The reason for that is that I don’t want any roles present during the drafting or signing of a contract,” Levi shrugged, “A Dom can easily overlook what a sub is saying because he is the Dom; likewise, a sub might feel that their opinion is inferior. At least this way, we are equals when you agree to be beneath me, as it should be. Being my sub is not forced slavery, but choice.”

Eren nodded, “That makes sense.” He looked back to the papers and continued reading


The Role of Submission / Expectations of the submissive

A submissive is not the same as a bottom or slave.

A submissive is the member who takes the role of being obedient in a relationship of Dominance and submission. They willingly give power over themselves to the Dom and seek to please the Dom. They can expect to be subjected to acts of servitude, in all forms. The sub agrees to submit to the Dom's every desire, as the sub belongs to the Dom. The sub will keep themselves and their bodies ready for the Dom at all times.

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The submissive is only allowed to have sexual relations with those that the Dom approves of. The submissive is free (and encouraged) to engage in sexual activity with the other members of the household, should they wish to. Should the submissive break this rule and have sex with anyone not approved, they must inform the Dom. Should the submissive have unprotected sex with anyone not approved, they are to immediately inform all members of the household and be tested for any sexually transmitted diseases/infections.

During their stay, the sub is free to pursue paid occupation, volunteering jobs, and education. They are entitled to the time needed for those events, as well as all of their salary.

If the Contract is terminated and there are no plans to draft a new one, the sub can expect the Dom to house them for a minimum of 30 days if they have nowhere else to go. At this point, the ex-submissive may request help finding a place from the ex-Dom. The ex-Dom will comply.


The Affirmations and Promise of the submissive

I, ________________, of my free will, agree, swear, and affirm that I am willingly giving myself into a state of submission to Levi Rivaille. My signature at the end of the Contract signifies my full acceptance to this agreement, as well as my full participation.

As I am owned by Him, I vow to submit myself for His pleasure, well-being, and enjoyment.

I vow to keep myself physically ready for Him at all times, I will keep all body hair in order and pubic hair trimmed at the minimum, and I will bathe or shower at least once a day. I vow to keep myself mentally ready for Him at all times, always willing to learn how to better myself as a sub for His enjoyment. I vow to keep myself spiritually ready for Him at all times by not allowing any fears or negative emotions to build up. I understand that in Him and other members of the household I may confide and speak of my worries, fears, or problems.

I vow to call him "Sir" at all times, except when it may be socially unacceptable to do so, such as in the presence of those who are not aware of our relationship; at those times, I shall use my judgement.

I vow to reshape myself in habit and attitude so that I may best serve Him.

I vow to attempt all of His orders or commands to the best of my abilities.

I vow to conceal nothing and to never lie to Him.

I vow to be humble and thankful for Him and His patience. I will accept His corrections, and listen to His criticism. I will accept His punishments and understand that they are to better me as a sub.

I vow to never use a safe word meaninglessly.

I vow to use a safe word when necessary.

I vow to respect the safe words of my Dom, or any other member of the household.

I understand that violation of the safe word means immediate termination of the Contract.

I understand that I must work with the other submissive to ensure the pleasure of my Dom. I understand that if I need time off for work, volunteering, education, or to visit family, that my Dom will be understanding. I understand that if I have any concerns, my Dom wishes to hear them.

I understand that I have the right to cry, scream, or beg, in both pain and/or pleasure, but I accept the fact that my Dom may choose to ignore them. Further, I accept that if my Dom tires of my noises, he may gag me or demand my silence.


He reached the end of the section, and the thought crossed his mind of being gagged by Levi. A shiver ran through his body. He knew he would regret it, but Eren’s green eyes flicked up to see steel orbs pretty much eye-fucking him.

“Yes, Eren?”

Eren’s entire consciousness was completely on how smooth Levi’s voice was, and he just prayed he wouldn’t get a boner in the middle of—too late. He cleared his throat and forced himself to speak, “N-Nothing, Sir. I’m just, um, surprised by how… sort of, not gentle but, like… It’s really making an attempt to make sure both parties are happy, and yeah…”

Levi just snorted, “Keep reading.”

Eren did as he was told.


The Role of Dominance / Expectations of the Dominant

A Dominant is not the same as a Top or Master.

A Dominant is the member who takes the role of being controlling in a relationship of Dominance and submission. They take the active role of owning the sub, and give duties to the sub. The Dom wishes to help the sub find pleasure in their submission, and—

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—wishes to help correct the attitude and habits of the sub, so that they may further work in harmony. It is a Dom's duty to correct a faulty sub, punish an out of line sub, and reward a pleasurable sub.

The Dom will not have sexual relations with anyone outside of the household. Should they break this rule and have sex with anyone outside the household, they must inform all their subs. Should the Dom have unprotected sex with anyone outside the household, they are to immediately inform all members of the household and be tested for any sexually transmitted diseases/infections.

For the safety of His submissives and slaves, the Dom may not engage in sexual activity while intoxicated, nor will they be allowed to engage in any activity that may be dangerous for their partners during that time due to intoxication.

If the Contract is terminated and there are no plans to draft a new one, the Dom must offer the sub a minimum of thirty days of food and shelter if they have nowhere else to go. If the ex-submissive requests help to find a new place, the ex-Dom must comply.


The Affirmations and Promise of the Dominant

I, Levi Rivaille, of my free will, agree, swear, and affirm that I am taking _____________ into a state of voluntary submission to Me. My signature at the end of the Contract signifies My full acceptance to this agreement, as well as My full participation.

I vow to take responsibility of him, and secure his needs. This includes food, water, shelter, as well as emotional support, direction, and guidance. I will allow My sub to confide in Me his fears and worries. I vow to enrich his life through My Domination.

I vow to establish a clear set of rules that are easy to understand and firm. I understand that My sub's failure may come from a miscommunication error from My part.

I vow to take into respect the rules of life and society when interacting with My subs.

I shall use My subs body as I wish, being only limited by My responsibility to not damage his essential being physically, mentally, or spiritually.

I will undertake the task to train My sub, guiding him towards a state of complete obedience and true submission. I will be a responsible Dom: I will not discipline him for foolish reasons, and I will discipline when it is necessary so that he becomes a better submissive.

While My sub is only an object to Me, he is My most prized possession. I will treat him honourably, and I will treat his body honourably.

At My discretion, I may administer pleasure or pain at any time, within the limits set by this Contract.

I may instruct him any way I feel appropriate, within the limits set by this Contract.

I vow to never use a safe word meaninglessly.

I vow to use a safe word when necessary.

I vow to respect the safe words of My sub, or any other member of the household.

I understand that violation of the safe word means immediate termination of the Contract.

I understand that if My sub needs time off for work, volunteering, education, or to visit family, that I must work with them to allow this.

I will gift My sub "Free periods" in which he may express himself openly and freely, with no punishments; however, the dynamics of Dom/sub still remain. A sub is free to request a free period.


Correction, Punishment, and Reward

He flipped the page.

Correction: It is assumed that a submissive wishes to perform a task to the best of their ability for their Dom. Therefore, if a submissive fails a task, it is initially assumed that the failure is not intentional, and that the failure itself was due to a lack of understanding or instruction. It is for that reason the Dom must help the sub to see what it is they are doing wrong. A correction is usually a verbal remark, possibly paired with either words of encouragement or a threat of disappointment depending on the context of individual occurrences. For small corrections, it may be also accompanied by a quick spanking or lecture.

Punishment: Punishment is not the same as Correction. Where Correction is for occasional and unintentional failures, Punishment is for either failures done on-purpose, done repeatedly, or are very severe. Punishment will not be a pleasurable activity. If the Dom finds the punishment of His sub to be pleasurable, then the Dom may be more willing to punish and less willing to understand. If the sub finds the punishment given to him by his Dom to be pleasurable, the sub will be more willing to break rules for those punishments. It is for that reason that punishment is not to be enjoyed by either party. Possible punishments include: Being forced to stand in a corner, more tasks or work, being confined to the 'dark room', or anything else the Dom wishes.

Rewards: As unruly subs are punished, good ones are rewarded. To complete a complicated task or to have a record of excellence is worthy of rewards. Rewards can include jewelry, trinkets, a night out, a dinner date, free time, or a possible request of any kind.


Limitations of the Contract

All actions by the sub are limited to safe words.

All actions and orders by the Dom are limited to safe words.

At no point may the Dom inflict any serious damage or permanent bodily harm to the sub. This includes any act which draws blood, causes a loss of circulation, causes a loss of consciousness, cutting or pulling of the sub's hair without permission, leaving visible marks outside of normal public or work clothing (this does not include bathing suits, unless the sub is a lifeguard or such).

In terms of administering pain, only basic spanking and whipping is allowed in this contact.

In terms of bondage, only basic bondage is allowed in this contact.

No humiliation (physical or verbal) is allowed in this contact.


“What is it?”

Eren looked up, “Huh?”

“You made a face, as if you were confused.”

“Oh, well, sorta…” Eren tilted his head, “I’m just confused by the limits of pain and bondage… I mean, I know bondage and pain aren’t necessarily a part of Dominance and submission, but… I guess it’s something I sort of, kind of… expected?” He knew he sounded like a complete moron, and he was doing it in front of Levi.

Levi only smiled, “You seem quite eager about being tied up and whipped.”

Eren’s cheeks burned and he swallowed hard.

Levi found the reaction amusing and he let his lips curve into a dangerous smile. “If we complete our contract and you still want to be my sub, we can alter the contract to change the limits. This is just a standard, default contract. The one I have with Armin is different, because we change it every month to better suit what we would like from each other. If you want more excessive bondage and pain administered to you, you’ll have to wait until our next contract. Plus… I think it would be better to know you, and your limits, before I do anything extreme. While I want to hurt you, Eren, I don’t want to put you in actual harm.”

Eren let the words sink in and he breathed out slowly, “That actually… kinda makes me feel a bit more relaxed.”

Levi smiled, and for once it was a sincere smile. “Good.”

Eren felt his blush weaken, but it was still there. They made eye contact and he feared he would burst into flames, so his green eyes went back down to the paper.


Signatures

The submissive:

I have read everything in this Contract. I fully understand this Contract. I agree to give everything I am to my Dom, and I agree to accept His claim and ownership over me, physically, mentally, and spiritually. I understand my duty is to be trained. I will accept all punishments and rewards. I will be true to my promise and do my best to fulfill His wishes, to further His pleasure.

I understand I am able to withdraw from this Contract at any time.

Sub’s signature: ______________________________________

The Dominant:

I have read everything in this Contract. I fully understand this Contract. I agree to accept this sub as My property and to care for him to the best of My ability. I shall provide him with security, food, shelter, and all emotional and psychological needs. I will train and command him. I understand My responsibility and will have no harm come to My sub as long as he is Mine.

I understand I am able to withdraw from this Contract at any time.

Dom's signature: _____________________________________


Eren flipped the page and then was surprised there was no more. He reviewed the pages again, making sure he read it all, then gave a nod. “This looks good to me, Sir.” He saw Levi’s open hand and he offered the stack of papers.

“Good,” Levi took it and dropped it in his lap. “Do you have any allergies or injuries I should be aware of? Bad back?”

“No, Sir.”

“Do you need to take any medication?”

Eren shook his head.

“Do you take any drugs recreationally?”

“No, Sir.”

“Are you sure? Weed? Coke? Heroin?”

“None of that,” Eren admitted. “Would have been in my blood test.”

“Fair enough,” Levi shifted his head to the side, hair moving slightly with the movement. “You’re not engaged in any illegal activities are you? Do you have a gun?”

“N-No,” Eren scratched the back of his head. “The worst I do is social drinking, really.”

“And submitting to random men. The community does have an underlying level of drugs and questionable activities.” He grabbed the papers in his lap and then reached for a pen, “Fine, then how long do you want to serve me? The standard is a month. Some people prefer three weeks. I prefer a month, but whatever makes you most comfortable.”

“A month is fine.”

“Good,” Levi looked at the first page and then paused, “What day is it?”

“The first, Sir.”

“Convenient,” he wrote the date, month, and year, then paused again. “Does this month have thirty or thirty-one days, I can’t ever remember.”

“Thirty-one,” Eren smiled, seeing a glimpse of Levi’s humanity.

“Then we’re going from the first to the thirty-first,” Levi wrote the date of the contacts expiration date on the underlined line and he frowned. “I don’t know why the days have to be so messed up with the thirty, thirty-one thing. Shitty idea, whoever came up with it. Should have just thrown the thirty-one days into February, make it the weird-ass month that keeps everyone’s shit together.”

Eren couldn’t help but laugh, and he brought a hand up to cover his mouth.

“Don’t do that,” Levi didn’t look away from the contract as he reviewed it. “I like your laugh.”

Eren froze, swallowing hard, cheeks reddening.

Levi signed the last page of the contract then handed it over. “Fill in your names on the spaces, then sign the end. Look through it one more time, too.”

He nodded and did as he was told; filling in his name, he read it one last time and signed the contract. He offered the paper to Levi, and the thought crossed his mind. He looked at the man’s stature and felt that imposing presence, and he knew he was this man’s submissive.

Levi took the papers and looked at the first page, “Jay-gar?”

Eren blinked, “Sorry?”

“Your last name. How do you pronounce it?”

“Jaeger,” Eren tried to hide his smile, “The ‘J’ is pronounced like a ‘Y’, Sir.”

“Oh, Jaeger, that sounds kind of nice, actually.” Levi stared at the word, then frowned, “But whoever chose to spell it with a ‘J’ also needs to get their shit together. Same with jalapenos.”

Eren snorted.

Levi’s lips curved into a small smile and sighed. “What time is it?”

He quickly pulled out his phone, “Three-fifteen-ish.”

“I have to get going,” Levi silently groaned as he stood up. “Follow.”

Eren instantly stood up and followed as Levi moved through the house. They made their way to the kitchen and he did his best to make a mental map of the house.

“Sit.”

He saw Levi pointing to a high chair by an island counter and he did as he was told.

Levi grabbed the paper pad and pen on the counter and began scribbling some numbers. “First one is the home phone, second is my cell-phone. Third is Armin’s cell-phone. Call or text us if you need, and text me your full name because I won’t remember how to spell ‘Jaeger’.” He suddenly paused and looked up, “Actually, you have a phone, but what’s your plan like?”

“Unlimited calling and texting nationally,” Eren replied automatically.

“Good, call or text us if necessary. Don’t send me nudes if you know I’m in a meeting or so help you God, I will drown you in the pool.”

Eren blinked, “You have a pool?”

Levi’s eye twitched, but he nodded. “Yes, I have a pool. When I leave, I’ll have Armin show you around. He can give you the quick run-down. You’ll be sharing a bed with the other subs, which is only Armin at this point. While having sex with Armin and me is encouraged, I usually ask… and I say ‘ask’, not ‘order’, so you have a choice here… I ask that you try not to have sex for a couple days. Just get yourself situated, set up your stuff. Get comfortable, or whatever. Your stuffs being delivered here, right?”

“Yep,” Eren nodded. There was a pause, and he straightened his back, “I mean, yes, Sir.”

Levi’s face was a steel wall, betraying the fact that he was chuckling on the inside. “Good. Any questions?”

“Um, yes, Sir,” Eren dipped his head, “Do you have any preference in what kind of underwear I wear, or whether I should shave? I know the contract said it’s my choice, but I was wondering what you prefer, Sir.”

“Underwear is completely up to you, nothing tasteless though. I live in a house worth several billions, I don’t run a whore-house. As for shaving, again, that’s up to you,” he grabbed Eren’s arm, examining it. “You don’t seem like the type to have that much body hair. Just a bit, and it’s lighter than your hair, so I don’t mind. For your other areas, trimmed at minimum.”

“But, um,” Eren swallowed hard, wondering if this was questioning his Dom, “What do you prefer, Sir? I want to be the best, for you.”

Levi smiled, letting go of his arm. “There are several differences between owning a slave and owning a sub, Eren. One of those is that a sub is a person who consents to giving up power. A slave is treated as less than a person – within the limits of modern society. The difference is that; while they both are toys, a sub is an individual. The difference between owning you and another sub, is who you are. For that reason, I let my subs have a certain amount of individuality. So do whatever you feel most comfortable with, that’s an order.”

“Yes-Sir,” Eren said quickly. He thought about it and pursed his lips, “Hmmm… You know, all my Doms so far have asked me to shave, so it’s all I’ve ever done.”

“Well, if you’re comfortable that way, then stay that way. If you’re interested in changing that, that’s up to you. You don’t have to decide right away, and you’re free to go back and forth.”

“Oh, okay,” Eren nodded respectfully, “Thank you, Sir.”

“Good,” Levi raised his hand, scratching the underside of Eren’s chin, as one would do with a dog, “Now I’ve got to go deal with some bureaucratic ass-fucks. I look forward to seeing you later, Eren.”

Chapter Text

“Shit, this is a huge house,” Eren looked around with his big green eyes like a scared child.

Armin laughed, but cut himself off because he felt bad. “Yeah, it’s a large house, you’ll probably get lost a couple times, but if you call for me I’ll come find you, at least.”

Eren felt his cheeks warm a bit and he nervously scratched the back of his head, “I think I’m lost right now. We’re on the second floor, right?”

“Third, actually,” Armin fought back the urge to chuckle, but he did smile. “Come on, let’s go downstairs and I’ll show you our room.”

“Sure,” Eren threw his hands in the air and followed the blond down the stairs. As he walked, his green eyes slowly drifted down to Armin’s rear, and he watched as that small butt swayed from left to right, just slightly, as he walked. He felt his cheeks warm again and he forced himself to look away. They eventually made their way to their room and Eren looked around.

It was a medium sized room. On one side was the bed, with its headboard against the wall. There were two desks on each of the far corners. There wasn’t much else, but there was a window that gave a nice view, and Eren attempted to whistle, but he didn’t know how so he just ended up blowing air as he stepped forward, looking out. “We can see the ocean from here, huh?”

Armin nodded and walked over as well, “The sun sets on this side, and the sunsets actually really pretty against the ocean. All the trees go red, and everything.”

Eren smiled softly and turned to look at the bed. It was big enough for at least four people to get comfortable. He walked over to it and pressed his knee against the end, “Soft.”

“Yeup,” Armin grinned and jumped on the bed, bouncing a bit before he grinned, “It’s really soft, isn’t it?”

Eren chuckled and decided to jump on it as well. He rolled over onto his back and looked up at the ceiling, “Yeah, really soft… I don’t mind sleeping here.”

“We’re uh,” Armin paused, “We’re going to be sleeping next to each other, if that’s okay with you.”

Eren blinked, “Sure. What’s with the look?”

“Well, some people like sleeping alone, and that’s okay. There’s another room in case you don’t want to sleep next to me, or even if you want to stay up late or have a bit of privacy, for any reason.”

“That’s the one we passed before, across the hall?”

“Yeah, feel free to use it.”

Eren mentally noted it, but he doubted that he’d need to use it. “Okay,” he offered a small smile then rolled over onto his stomach. “I should probably call Mikasa, let her know everything’s going well here.” He pulled out his phone, unlocked it, went to contacts, favourites, then tapped her name. He rolled over onto his back again and put his phone against his ear.

Mikasa’s slim finger slid across the touch-screen of her phone before she put it to her ear, “Eren?”

“Hey Mikasa, I just called to say I met with Levi, and we signed the contract. Everything is fine here, thanks again for everything.”

A small smile formed on Mikasa’s lips as she raised her other hand, then swiped it down; the whip in her hand cracked as it struck a tied up woman.

“Ow, fuck!”

“M-Mika-Mikasa, what the hell was that? Are you okay? Do you need me to call for help? Call the police?”

“No, everything’s fine,” Mikasa admitted. “That’s wonderful news, Eren. Your stuff is all packed and ready to go.” She swung her arm again, sending the whip in an arc, until it once again cracked against bruised skin.

“Fuck! Thank you, Ma’am! Fuck! Ow!”

“Mikasa, what’s wrong? Mikasa!”

“Nothing’s wrong, Eren,” Mikasa said in her usual, monotone voice. “I’m just enjoying my solitude with Annie, that’s all. She’s tied up now, but if you want to talk to her I could put the phone against her ear.”

“N-No thanks! I’m good! You two have fun!”

“We will,” Mikasa promised with a sagely nod.

“I’m throwing this phone in a river,” Eren declared as he tossed his phone on the bed and jumped away from it.

Armin blinked several times, “What happened?”

“Um,” Eren swallowed hard; in truth, he just wanted to forget about it as quick as possible, but Armin looked a little worried, so he sighed. “I called Mikasa, and she was… well, whipping her sub, and she was screaming really loud and…” He shuddered and covered his eyes with both hands, “I want the mental image to go away.”

Armin covered his mouth to stifle a laugh and tried to focus, “Well that sounds like Mikasa, at least… How do you know her?”

While it was a change of subject, Eren wished they changed the subject to something completely unrelated. Still, he took it. “We grew up together, our parents knew each other before we were born, ended up in the same grade.”

“Oh,” Armin nodded, “I was wondering if you were her sub at one point, but I didn’t think you could take it, no offense.”

Eren tilted his head, “What makes you think I couldn’t take it?”

Armin’s cheeks warmed, “Well, um, well… I’m uh, sure, you, um, heard… how loud, Annie, was… screaming.”

Eren was about to shudder, but a question crossed his mind: “Have you subbed for Mikasa?”

Armin’s cheeks suddenly burned, “A couple times, yes… I’m gay, but there wasn’t any penetration or anything… She’s, um, she’s known in the community for being able to dish out an incredible amount of pain, while still not harming her partner. Occasional bruising, but no scarring and it’s usually just a bit of soreness. She’s also big into aftercare. Anyway, yeah, I asked Levi if I could, try being her sub once, so he and Mikasa traded subs for a week…” He swallowed hard, “She broke me.”

Eren’s eyes widened. He moved closer to the bed and his concerned eyes looked over the blond, “She broke you?”

“It was amazing.”

The mental image of Armin being tied up and whipped, and enjoying it, made Eren’s throat tighten and he forced himself to look away from the blond. “So, um… Is Levi bi, then?”

“No, he’s gay… mostly, but Mikasa had a male sub back then, Annie’s the only person who can handle what Mikasa can do for more than a month, and they’ve been together for two years now, I think. On and off. A-Anyway, to change the subject… Are you working, or going to school, or something?”

Eren wondered if there was a breeze in the room, or if that was just the air of relief blowing by. “No, neither, really. Why?”

“Oh, good,” Armin grinned, “It’s sort of a big house, and it’s a lot of work to clean alone. Levi’s also somewhat of a clean-freak… Having an extra ‘housewife’ around will help for sure.”

“Housewife?” Eren blinked, “Well…” Actually now that he thought about it, it did sort of made sense but, but…

Armin chuckled, “That’s what Levi calls me, as a joke. I cook and clean, but he says I’m better than a housewife because I get on my knees.”

Eren smiled, “He sounds like he has a twisted sense of humour.”

“Just take everything he says with a grain of salt,” Armin suggested, “Take him too seriously and you’ll just work yourself up for nothing.”

“Well,” Eren shrugged, “It sort of fits the bill, I guess… Speaking of, what time does he get home, usually?”

“Oh, well,” Armin patted his pockets, looking for his phone, before pulling it out. “It varies from day to day, but he usually lets me know.” He checked his messages and frowned, “I’ll ask him.” His fingers blurred against the keyboard on the screen and then looked up, “Oh, did you get my number?”

Eren pulled out his phone and nodded, “Yeah, I added you and Levi, and the home phone. I’ll message you guys so you can get my contact info.”

“Capital letters and punctuation,” Armin said in a warning tone, “Levi will hurt you if you text like a savage.”

Eren blinked, “Mikasa says the same thing.”

“Those two scare me.”

“Me too,” Eren admitted before he sent the text.

A couple seconds later, Armin’s phone buzzed and beeped, and he checked it. “Eren Jaeger.”

“Jaeger, the ‘J’ is pronounced like a ‘Y’.”

“That’s what I said.”

“Oh.”

Armin chuckled and quickly added Eren to his contacts. “Feel free to message me whenever, I have unlimited texting. ”

“Same,” Eren nodded, “And calling.”

“My last name’s Arlert. ‘Ay’ ‘Ar’ ‘El’... Actually I’ll just text it to you. I’ll give you Levi’s last name too.”

“Thanks,” Eren chuckled and soon his phone beeped.

“Autocorrect likes to turn my last name to ‘Alert’ a lot, it’s annoying,” he sighed, but before he could say something else, his phone beeped and buzzed once again. “Levi says, he’ll be home around seven, but he’s going to try to get out of the meeting early so maybe six-thirty. Hmm, we still have some time to kill before I have to make dinner.”

“Okay,” Eren nodded, looking down at his phone as it buzzed. He suddenly laughed as Levi sent him a picture of jalapenos in response to his name. “He’s really got a weird sense of humour…”

Armin was a bit curious as to what Levi sent Eren, but he didn’t pry. “Yeah.”

He had already been impressed by the large backyard, which was full of flowers and had some lovely trees. There were no fence or limits to Levi’s backyard, so it looked like it just extended to the bright forest behind him forever. Although, Armin had informed him that it wasn’t much of a walk before the path was cut off by a mountain. As Eren looked up, he noticed there was indeed a mountain peeking above the tall trees, but he couldn’t make out too much detail. His eyes, however, turned back down.

“So this is the pool,” Eren once again wished he could whistle.

It looked like the ones in the movies. Perfectly rectangular, clear blue water, everything somebody could ask for. The perimeter was covered in white tiles, which were heated. His green eyes looked at the pool again and he could tell there was a shallow area and deep, as well as comfortable steps to get in and out, or maybe to sit on.

“Mhm,” Armin chuckled, scratching his tummy for a moment before looking over to Eren. “It’s got an automatic cleaning system that’s like, state of the art, or whatever. So it’s always ready for a dip.”

“Shit,” Eren whispered, “Must be nice to live rich. I’m jealous.”

“Well,” Armin grinned, “You’re technically living rich for the next month.”

“Oh, right,” Eren tilted his head as he stared at perfect blue, then looked over to the blond. “So can we use this pool, or is it only for Levi?”

“We can swim whenever we want, but only after we’ve done our chores and duties and stuff,” Armin offered a smile, “I used to swim a lot more, but kind of became boring without company.”

“I’ll keep you company,” Eren flashed a smile.

Armin felt his cheeks warm a little and he bit his lip, “Then we should swim sometime. It’s heated, I used to take a dip before bed. But it’s not heated to the point where it can be used in winter, so we should use it while we can. Oh, but, you should make sure your phone’s on max volume. If we don’t catch calls or texts from Levi because we’re in the pool he’ll spank us and take away our pool privileges.” Armin looked away for a moment, “Not that I don’t like being spanked… but all I have to do is ask for that.”

Eren grinned, “So you like being spanked?”

“I like a lot of things…” Armin admitted in a shy tone, eyes looking down, but an obvious shy smile on his lips. “I’d tell you all of them, but I think you’re a little too… vanilla for them.”

“What? I’m not vanilla… I like all kinds of kinky stuff…”

“Nothing on my level, though,” Armin predicted. “Trust me.”

Eren frowned, “How do you know my kinks if we just met?”

“Well, for one… you wouldn’t agree to Levi’s contract if you were like me…” Armin blushed, “I don’t know… But you’re right, I did just meet you, I shouldn’t assume things. I’m sorry, Eren.”

He blinked, “It’s okay.” He saw the guilt in the blond’s blue eyes and he offered him a smile to show Armin it really was okay. Oh damn, just seeing Armin even a little upset made his heart deflate. He walked over, closing the distance, then slipped an arm around his waist. “Don’t worry about it.”

Armin gave a small smile and nodded, looking away for a moment.

Eren could only wonder how Levi could dominate something so adorable. Although… he couldn’t deny he was a little interested in finding out, though. He snickered to himself, then looked at the pool. “Does Levi ever host pool parties?”

Armin laughed and shrugged. “Sometimes… He does host some parties for work, because he has to… but his general consensus is that he hates people and finds them annoying.”

Eren chuckled, thinking about it. “But he likes you.”

“And you,” Armin added.

“Me?” Eren blinked, “How do you know?”

“I don’t know,” Armin wiggled a bit, “Maybe he’s been texting me.”

“What? Really?” Eren broke away and grabbed both of Armin’s hands, barely noticing how much smaller they were, “What did he say?”

Armin bit his lip, looking away as he considered it…

“Please? What do you have to lose?”

“Well, he’d punish me,” Armin pointed out, “But… I guess I could say they’ve been positive remarks.”

Eren sighed out of relief and stepped away, “Good. I’m worried… He’s not like other Doms. I don’t know, I’ve just met him, but I feel like what I’ve done for everyone else won’t work on him, you know?”

Armin nodded, “I think you’ll figure it out, though.”

Eren nodded as well, “I hope so… Anyway, what else is there to do?”

“I guess we can stop by the lounge or the den again. Do you game?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “I saw he had a collection.”

Armin grinned, “Then follow me.”

Somewhere between five and ten minutes later (they got distracted by some flowers, which Armin admitted he didn't plant himself, someone else did), they found themselves in the den.

“Wow,” Eren blinked as he inspected the shelf, “I know he had a whole collection of games, but damn… he’s got like, three whole collections here! He must spend a lot of time here, right?”

“Not really… Actually, I probably game more than he does,” Armin admitted, “But yeah, he’s got every game console, and he’s somewhat of a compulsive video game buyer… I’m not sure why, but there’s a lot of things I don’t really get about him. You’re free to play whatever you want… It’s kind of how I kill time when I’m done with my chores and he’s not home yet.”

Eren inspected the game cases on the bookshelf and chuckled, “He’s really rich, isn’t he?”

“More money than he ever needs. He could retire right now, but he’s too attached to his company.”

“He owns a company?”

“Rivaille, if you’ve heard of it?” Armin tilted his head.

Eren just shook his head.

“It’s a clothing store,” Armin smiled, “I didn’t think you would know about it. It’s actually pretty expensive, but really nice. It’s also why he’s a bit of an elitist when it comes to clothes… He might make comments about your wardrobe if he doesn’t like something. That’s not him being a Dom, that’s just him being a clothing junkie.”

“So, he’s like a fashionista… or whatever they’re called?”

“Ah, well, um, not quite…” Armin chuckled, scratching his cheek, “He’s just attached to his job, I guess. I don’t think he really cares what we wear, but if he comes back from work he’s in that clothing-fashion mindset. He doesn’t design anything, and he’s not that picky, he just owns the company and mostly works with sales, but from what I understand… if a designer can get their line of clothes into Rivaille, they’ll get a lot of money. At least that’s how Marco explained it to me, I don’t know much about it.”

“Marco?” Eren blinked, “I heard that name before.”

“Well, it’s a common name…”

“No, I mean,” Eren frowned, “I heard it today.”

Armin blinked and tilted his head, “There are still a lot of Marcos.”

Eren decided to give up and shrug, “You’re right. I don’t know why, I just felt like something should have clicked, but it didn’t.”

Armin just offered a small smile, finding the dork in front of him kind of cute, actually…

The three of them ate, mostly in silence. Levi had a scowl from hell on his face and neither of his bottoms were suicidal enough to try to have a conversation. Even so, the silence was deafening and Eren eventually couldn’t take it anymore.

“The foods great,” Eren offered a small smile to Armin.

“Th-Thanks,” Armin nodded, feeling his cheeks warm.

“It is,” Levi spoke for the first time since he came home. He gave a little sigh, and the scowl from hell relaxed a little. “So, Eren, how are you finding the home? Will it be suitable for you?”

Eren finished swallowing and rubbed the napkin against his lips, “More than, Sir. It’s a lovely home.”

“Thank you,” Levi muttered. “I trust Armin showed you around just fine?”

Eren tried to find a diplomatic answer; he didn’t want to say yes because he was still going to get lost, but he didn’t want to say no to get Armin in trouble. Steel eyes looked up at him and he cleared his throat. “Armin’s been really patient with me… I’m not used to houses this big.” Inwardly, Eren was convinced that was the smartest thing he has ever said. He mentally screamed ‘Nailed it!’ when Levi gave a soft smile.

“Thank you, Armin.”

Armin nodded politely to Levi, “Of course, Sir, it’s my job.”

“Good boy,” Levi muttered as he forked more food into his mouth.

“Eren, help Armin with the dishes, then come join me.”

“Yes, Sir,” Eren made eye contact with Levi and was, once again, utterly convinced he was being eye-fucked, hard, probably against a wall if eye-fucking could be done against a wall.

Levi turned and left.

Eren breathed a little sigh of relief when he found himself alone with Armin. He noticed the blond was grabbing the plates, so he grabbed the cups and followed Armin to the attached kitchen. “I feel so nervous around him.”

Armin smiled softly, “A little bit of nervousness is good,” he said as he spun the knob for the faucet, “Keeps you on your toes.”

“I know, but,” Eren chewed on his lower lip for a moment. “I have no idea how I’m going to… you know, service him, in bed, if he keeps looking at me like that.”

Armin raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t look too surprised. He took the cups from Eren and rinsed them. “Like what?”

“Like… Like he’s eye-fucking me. That’s the feeling I get when he looks at me, sometimes. I don’t know, I need to stop imagining it. He can’t be eye-fucking me.”

“He is.”

Eren paused, “Huh?”

“If he’s giving you that look, he’s eye-fucking you,” Armin nodded, “Trust me. That’s a good thing, means he’s physically attracted to you.”

Eren just swallowed hard. “But, how am I supposed to have sex with him if he’s looking at me like that?”

“You don’t like it?”

“I do!” Eren wiggled a bit, “It’s just… I feel like my knees are going weak, and I don’t know… I feel like I have trouble just, existing when he looks at me like that… What if we’re, going at it, and it gets more intense.” He suddenly realised Armin has had sex with Levi before, “Wait, does it get more intense when he’s, you know?”

Armin chuckled, pausing for a moment as he rinsed a plate. “Um… It’s sort of hard to explain. His eyes… fuck, he’s got gorgeous eyes,” he paused again for a moment, then seemed to snap out of his little daze, “I mean, um, uh… Well, his eyes do, you know, get more intense in bed, and when he’s using you, but um… How do I say it? It’s sort of, not as paralysing… He doesn’t bother eye-fucking you when he’s actually fucking you, sort of.”

Eren swallowed hard, and his swallow wasn’t the only thing that was hard.

Armin looked down and his cheeks flushed. He playfully smacked Eren’s stomach with the back of his hand, “Calm down and go see Levi, I can take care of the dishes from here.”

“Wh-Which cup was mine?”

Sooner than Levi expected, Eren came back from the kitchen, with a cup of ice water. Levi didn’t see it as anything out of the ordinary. He was sitting on the couch and he pointed to the seat next to him.

Eren obeyed and took his seat. He was about to place his glass on the coffee table, but remembered Armin used a coaster in the other room. He looked under and, to his luck, there were drink coasters. He grabbed one and placed it under his drink. He nervously looked over to Levi, and his gut churned when he saw a disappointed look on his face.

“I was looking forward to chastising you on your first day,” Levi almost pouted, but he eventually sighed, and went back to frowning.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” Eren blinked, “Should I remove the coaster for you to chastise me?”

Levi snorted and looked away, “You’re cute, Eren. No, that will not be necessary. I heard you and Armin talking in the kitchen, what were you talking about?” Levi expected an answer, but upon seeing Eren’s cheeks reach solar levels of heat, he realised he was probably not going to get one.

“I uh, was,” Eren grabbed his cup of ice water and chugged all that was left of it, before putting it back. “I was, um...” According to the contract, he wasn’t allowed to withhold information… Suddenly struck with an idea, he smiled, “I was confiding my fears with him, Sir.”

“On your first day?” Levi made sure that he used a teasing tone of voice for how dense Eren was.

Eren chuckled, actually getting the joke this time.

Levi could have given himself a round of applause for making the rock understand him. “Would you be willing to share your issue with me? You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I do want you to be as most comfortable as possible.”

Eren paused, wondering if he should. “Well, I sort of… I mentioned how I feel a little, not uncomfortable, but a little… intimidated, by you.”

“Really?” Levi raised an eyebrow, “I’m intimidating?”

“A little, yes.”

Armin entered the room at that time, deciding to sit on the couch opposite of those two, “You are a little scary, Sir.”

Levi paused, as if it was the first time he’d been told. “Eren, what is it about me that intimidates you?”

“Well, sort of… Um, like around you, there’s just this whole… Uh…”

“Aura,” Armin supplied, “You have a lot of presence, Sir. It takes some time to get used to.”

Levi’s steel eyes moved from Armin to his other sub and he tilted his head, “Is that true, Eren?”

“Yes, Sir,” he nodded, “Presence is the word I would use, Sir.”

“Sir,” Levi repeated, “I like the way that falls off your lips. Say it again.”

“Sir,” Eren dipped his head in respect as he said it.

Levi moved one hand under Eren’s chin, scratching it playfully, “Do you fear me, Eren?”

“A l-little, Sir.”

“Good,” Levi’s eyes narrowed, “I like it when my bottoms fear me. But,” he ran his thumb over Eren’s jawline, “Don’t fear me too much. I want you to be comfortable with me, too.”

Eren nodded hesitantly. He didn’t have to be told to know it: He was being eye-fucked.

Levi’s steel eyes were locked onto Eren’s green ones and he suddenly leaned in.

Eren fought the urge to recoil; not because he didn’t want to kiss Levi (Oh-Fuck-Yes-He-Did), but because he knew he was blushing and it was almost a little overwhelming. He stayed still and closed his eyes as their lips met. His cheeks burned and he could feel his hands shaking, knees tingling, but he kept himself calm, breathing from his nose.

The kiss was surprisingly gentle.

Levi kept his eyes closed, stroking Eren’s lips with his own. Before long, he moved back.

Eren’s eyes opened and he almost whined, begging Levi to come back.

But Levi moved back and eyed Eren’s desperate expression. Priceless. His eyes moved to Armin, “Get me something to drink.”

“Yes, Sir,” Armin stood up, cheeks a little pink from watching that kiss. “What would you like?”

“Nothing caffeinated, it’s late, and nothing alcoholic,” Levi shrugged. “Actually just get yourself something to drink, and I’ll have that. Eren will too.”

Eren usually never liked it when Doms chose what he was going to drink—food was okay, but drinks just seemed pointless—But the way Levi did it was… possessive, but not just possessive, it was the right kind of possessive. He couldn’t describe it, but it made a tingle run from his wet lips all the way down to his crotch.

Armin just nodded, “I’ll make tea, then, if that’s okay?”

Levi nodded, “Eren, do you usually drink tea with milk or sugar?”

Eren blinked, “I uh… I don’t usually drink tea, Sir.”

Levi shrugged, “Use your judgement, Armin.”

“Yes, Sir.”

And with that, Armin left, and Eren realised he was all alone with Levi. He swallowed hard, wishing he had more water, but there was none left, and the ice cubes didn’t even melt yet. Damn ice cubes. They were the enemy. Or at least that’s the decision Eren had decided when he suddenly felt an arm around his waist.

During Eren’s moment of ice cube hate, Levi had snuck up next to him.

Or at least Eren would say he snuck up.

In truth he just moved next to him.

Eren suddenly inhaled sharply and looked up to Levi. He remembered he was taller than the man, but somehow on the couch he was looking up. He realised he was making himself as small as possible and he realised it was too late to do anything about it. “Y-Ye-es, S-Sir?”

Levi found it amusing and chuckled through his nose. He leaned down and gently placed a peck of a kiss on Eren’s lips before moving away. “I have a feeling I’m going to enjoy you.”

Eren’s eyes widened and he was silently begging Armin to come back with tea as soon as possible. He had never wanted tea so much in his life. Tea was supposed to be an old lady’s drink. That would mean he was an old lady—though, if being an old lady meant he wouldn’t be so emasculated by Levi, maybe it wasn’t bad idea… But the more he thought about it, the more he realised being emasculated by Levi a hundred times would be worth just one of those kisses.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing!” Eren used his outside voice by accident.

Levi blinked, “Eren?”

“Sorry, Sir… Nothing, Sir.”

“Eren, tell me what you were thinking.”

Eren swallowed hard, recognising an order when he heard one. “I-I w-was thinking, that if I was an old lady, you wouldn’t kiss me, so I didn’t want to be an old lady, Sir.”

Levi blinked again, “I regret asking.”

“I didn’t know how much milk you wanted,” Armin said as he carried three mugs to the table, “But hopefully you’ll like this, Eren.”

Eren took his breath of relief while he could, but with Levi’s gaze he realised he should be doing something. Looking at the mugs of tea, he moved and grabbed three drink coasters and placed them on the table.

“Thank you,” Armin said with a smile.

“Good boy,” Levi moved back a bit, but scratched the underside of Eren’s chin.

Eren found his cheeks warming up and he swallowed hard. He didn’t know why the gesture made his insides turn to happy mush, but it did. It kind of reminded him of what affectionate owners did to dogs, and after all… Levi was his owner.

Levi eventually stopped and grabbed a mug.

Eren noted each one was a different shade of white. Levi’s was the closest to black, or brown, which he assumed the tea was, his was somewhere in between, in a beige-ish colour, and the one Armin had sipped from was an off-white colour. He grabbed the mug by the handle and brought it close. He smelled it… and actually found the aroma was kind of nice. It had a touch of something citrusy in there, but not too much. He slowly wondered how citrus and milk didn’t destroy each other, but he saw no curds so he figured it was okay. He blew on it a couple times, before he took a sip.

Steel eyes watched with an eyebrow raised. The way Eren was examining his tea before drinking it was kind of adorable, in a dork-like moron way. Levi silently wondered if Eren had been the village idiot in his past life.

“This is pretty good,” Eren eventually agreed and placed the cup down on the coaster again.

Armin smiled and sipped his own drink. His blue eyes shifted to the side, looking at Levi.

Levi caught the glance and a small smile formed on his lips, before he looked off to the side.

“I’m a fucking idiot.”

Armin blinked as he scratched the back of his neck, “Huh?”

Eren had plopped onto their bed, on his back, and stared up to the ceiling. “I feel like I made myself look like an idiot. I’m an idiot, aren’t I?”

“You’re not an idiot,” Armin sat on the side of the bed and leaned over. He pressed his lips against Eren’s cheek and placed a soft kiss, “I think Levi’s really interested in you, actually.”

Momentarily stunned by the kiss – damn those lips were soft – he blinked, “L-Levi’s, interested in me?”

“Eren, he was eye-fucking you all night,” Armin chuckled.

“He really was!” Eren cried out in his outside voice, then suddenly realised that was a good thing. “He was.”

“Mhm,” Armin began unbuttoning his shirt as he walked over to the other side. “I usually sleep on this side, is that okay?”

“S-Sure,” Eren looked over to him, “You’re not um, getting naked, are you?”

Armin looked over his shoulder and shook his head. While he was usually quiet, seeing Levi make Eren blush all night had gotten the better of him, “Do you want me to?”

Once again, Eren blushed and looked away, “N-No.”

“You don’t want me to get naked?”

“N-No, I d-do!” Eren suddenly started using his outside voice again, “I just, I just!”

“I’m kidding,” Armin immediately felt guilty, “I just sleep in a shirt and boxers, is that okay?”

“Y-Yeah,” he sighed out of relief, “It’s just, you know, Levi asked me not to have sex with anyone for a couple days.”

Armin nodded, “Yeah, it’s for the better. Too many times a Dom-sub relationship ends up being based on sex… Which, you know, isn’t a bad thing, but since you’re going to be living here, it’s important we can get along without fucking each other’s brains out to get rid of our frustration.”

“I want Levi to fuck my brains out.”

“I know,” Armin said and watched as Eren’s head snapped towards him.

“I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

“Yeah.”

“Um… surprise?”

Armin snorted and took off his blue shirt, which actually ended up being an over shirt, because he had a loose white shirt underneath. He slipped off his pants, leaving him in a loose dark blue pair of boxers. He flicked off the lights and slipped under the covers.

Eren decided to strip his clothes; he only slept in his underwear, which ended up being a brown pair of boxers, a couple shades lighter than his hair, and slipped under the bed. After five seconds, he had to remind himself that Levi asked him not to have sex with anyone yet. In the darkness, he figured he could at least look, though. He rolled over, seeing Armin’s back. The sheets seemed to hug his form and he swallowed hard.

He looked down and saw his erection staring right back at him. He swallowed hard and sat up, bringing his hips back a bit to hide his manhood. All the teasing from Levi and Armin, and all those short moments… It had gotten to him.

“Eren?”

He looked over to Armin, who had sat up next to him. He couldn’t make out any details in the dark, but he couldn’t help but notice he already had bedhead from only lying down for a couple of seconds.

“Eren?”

“Sorry,” he realised he was thinking about something stupid and looked out the window. “I um, sort of… have a stiffy.”

Armin chuckled, “I’m guessing you don’t want me to take care of it?”

“Oh, uh… would you?”

“Of course.”

Eren suddenly backed away and swallowed hard, “Levi asked me not to…”

“That’s fine,” Armin said in a gentle voice, “You do what you want. I think even Levi would understand, we’ve both really been pushing your limits today… I’m sorry. I’d be willing to help out, but if you don’t want me to, that’s okay too. You can go to the bathroom, or another bedroom to take care of yourself… Or you could do it right here… I wouldn’t, mind… a show.”

Eren’s cheeks burned red and he swallowed hard. “I uh, think I’m gonna go to the bathroom… Fuck, you’re really cute you know that?”

“Huh?” Armin paused, “You think so?”

“Yeah… Uh, Levi said sex, but he didn’t say anything about… kissing, so… before I go…”

Armin seemed to understand and he moved over. He was on all fours when he lifted his head and pushed their lips together for a brief moment, before he gave Eren’s lips a playful scrape of teeth that was paired with a little purr.

Cock twitching, Eren’s throat tightened and he moved away, “You two are so cruel!”

Armin burst out laughing, “Sorry!”

Jumping out of bed, he still felt the shivers from that scrape. Eren moved to the door to retreat from the laughing blond, but as soon as he opened it, “Levi, Sir!”

Levi was standing on the other side and he seemed equally as surprised. “I was going to check on you, but looks like you’re already in… bed…” With the light of the hallway his steel eyes could make out Eren’s shirtless body, and his eyes shamelessly drifted down, eventually falling to the tent in loose, dark brown boxers. Levi moved his hand and pushed down on the tip of Eren’s dick, forcing it down, before letting go and watching it spring right back up, “Well hello there.”

Eren’s eyes widened; he was utterly mortified.

Levi blinked twice upon seeing Eren’s face, “What?”

“Nothing, Sir!” outside voice again, “I need to relieve myself, Sir!”

Levi was unfazed as Eren bolted right passed him. He heard snickering from inside and he leaned in, “What was that?”

Armin was laughing so hard his chest hurt, but he forced himself to catch his breath. “I think,” he took another breath, “We’re teasing him too much, Sir.”

“I’m not stopping. It’s entertaining.”

Armin grinned, “But, can you at least wait until he’s dropped the chastity, Sir? Please, Sir?”

“Fine,” Levi rolled his eyes, wishing he was as immune to Armin’s charm as much as he pretended he was. “I suppose that’s fair. He hasn’t even been here for twelve hours. He’s got my respect, at least.”

Armin snickered and soon the snicker became a chuckle, and as soon as he thought back to what just happened he was rolling on the bed with laughter again.

Eren barely lasted six minutes with his hand alone. Every kiss, look, and touch had fuelled him and soon he looked down to see his hand covered in his cum. He played with himself a little more, slowly, then sighed. He reached for the tissue box which had conveniently been placed next to the bed in the extra bedroom. He closed his eyes for a moment, before cleaning up. He threw the used tissues in the trashcan and sighed. He walked over to the bathroom, turning on the faucet. He washed his hands absent-mindedly.

He had decided to come here mostly to stare at himself in the mirror.

He looked at his green eyes and then sighed.

He was having fun, and he was more than happy to serve Levi. Levi was his fourth permanent Dom, but he had others for casual meet ups. Levi was fair, funny, and fucking sexy. He chuckled, turning off the water and turning around to dry his hands.

He needed to stop acting like an idiot.

He turned off the lights and walked back to the bedroom. When he entered, Armin was still and silent, so he assumed the blond was asleep. He closed the door carefully behind him and slipped under the sheets.

Armin moved, slowly.

“Sorry,” Eren whispered, “Did I wake you?”

Armin shook his head, and rolled over to face him, “Wasn’t asleep. Um, hey…”

“What’s up?”

“Sorry,” Armin offered a smile, “About the teasing… I hope I didn’t take it too far.”

“No, it’s okay,” Eren smiled back, “You two are only getting to me because you’re so good at it.”

Armin gave a sleepy chuckled and moved closer. He suddenly pushed his head on Eren’s chest and closed his eyes, “Night.”

“Night,” Eren repeated automatically. He slowly slipped his arms around the blond and tugged the covers over them.

Maybe tomorrow would be better… after all, he was sure one day of chastity was his limit at this point.

Chapter Text

Despite the rather humiliating end to the previous day, Eren woke up feeling refreshed. His eyelids were heavy and he had a gentle but lazy smile on his lips. Armin really wasn’t kidding when he said the bed was soft. His last bed, which was in Mikasa’s guest room, wasn’t anything special, and it was rather tough. But here, Eren stretched out, arms reaching for the blond that had kept him warm all night, but pouted when he realised he was alone. Green eyes eventually opened and he slowly rolled over, onto his back before sitting up.

He blinked a bit as he saw the ocean, bright blue, and the array of green and brown from the trees.

It took him a moment to realise he was looking through the window before he chuckled. He rubbed his forehead, trying to shake the sleepy grogginess away. With a sigh, he grabbed the baby blue bed sheets and pulled them off. He looked over to the side, seeing two suitcases. His stuff had already arrived. He rubbed his face once more and looked for his phone. Noticing it on the bedside table, he grabbed it and clicked the button at the top.

A text message, from Levi Rivaille.

He felt his stomach squeeze as he unlocked his phone.

Feel free to sleep in today, but come down whenever you wake up. We dropped your stuff off in your room, but I’m guessing you could tell. You’re actually kind of cute when you’re asleep and, you know, not talking.

Eren chuckled, feeling his cheeks warm. All sorts of butterflies danced around in his tummy from being called cute, and he had to remind himself he was a twenty-one year old man and not a schoolgirl. That didn’t do much, though. He threw his legs over the side and stretched a bit before looking at the suitcases.

There were two of them, a big one and a small one.

He opened the big one and pulled out a pair of dark green boxers and a light blue shirt. He threw them on the bed and figured he could use the same pair of jeans he did yesterday. He walked to the bathroom and noticed a couple towels on the rack. Figuring he could use any of them, he slipped out of his boxers and let them pool at his feet. He closed the door behind him, made sure the fan was on, and then turned to the shower. He played with the knobs a little. Soon enough, warm water was coming from shower head, so he stepped in.

He yawned a little, glancing to the corner of the shower to see a couple bottles of soap and shampoo. Only the subs used this bathroom, which meant they were Armin’s. He didn’t think Armin would mind, at least not for the first day. He turned the knob, making the water warmer and dunked his head under the stream, using his fingertips to knead between the thick strands of dark brown hair. He hummed a little, throwing his head back, causing his hair to be thrown back as well with the movement.

It occurred to him that he wasn’t really in a hurry.

Sharing one shower with Mikasa and Annie always meant he had to move his ass in the mornings. He took his time, deciding to use the soap with the ‘Cucumber Fusion’ smell, and the shampoo with the ‘Herbal Dance’ label. He didn’t know what either of them meant, but he opened the top and smelled them, deciding he liked it. Mostly because the bottles had a green picture on it and his favourite colour was green. He washed off soon enough and then stepped out.

He felt a shiver from the cold, but ignored it, grabbing a towel, and drying himself off.

He walked back to his room, dropping the towel on the bed before he got dressed. The light blue shirt was loose, and he felt a slight chill after his hot shower so he grabbed a vest, brown and made of a thin material. He tugged it on and then picked out a belt for his jeans. He quickly made the bed; he wasn’t sure if Levi was the Dom who made a big deal out of the small things, but he wasn’t going to find out by pissing him off.

He decided to go barefoot, because he hated socks (unlike Mikasa who thought they were better than her own feet), and walked down the stairs. He checked the time on his phone—ten in the morning—and heard the sound of something crackling. As he made his way to the kitchen, he smelled food and grinned.

Armin was making something at the stove, while Levi was reading a book, sitting at the head of the table.

“Smells good,” Eren grinned.

Armin looked to the side and smiled, “Morning.”

Eren kept walking, heading over to Levi and leaning down to kiss his cheek. “Morning, Sir.”

Levi blinked and stared at him.

There was a silence.

Eren made eye contact with his Dom.

Levi said nothing for a minute or two before looking back at his book, “Get me another cup of coffee.”

“Y-Yes, Sir! Sorry, Sir…”

Levi fought back the urge to smile.

Eren grabbed the white mug on the table by the handle and turned. He headed into the attached kitchen and lowered his voice to a whisper, “I’m so stupid.”

Armin chuckled, not taking his eyes off the bacon he was cooking. “I don’t know what’s cuter, Eren, the kiss you gave him or the way your eyes look when you’re afraid of disappointing him.”

“H-Huh?”

“Nothing,” Armin coughed.

Eren frowned, but grabbed the coffee pot, “How does he like his coffee?”

“A bit of milk, no sugar. Oh, and he wants whole milk, that three point… two five something percent one.”

Eren nodded and put the coffee pot down, deciding it was probably safer to put the milk in first. He turned to the fridge and opened it… “Why do you guys have like four different types of milk?”

“Because he’s rich and we drink a lot of it,” Armin said simply. “It’s the purple milk.”

“Purple milk,” Eren chuckled as he pulled out the purple carton of milk.

“Yeah, it’s the purple milk,” Armin pouted, “That’s what I call it.”

“Cute,” Eren walked back over to the mug and he opened the top of the container, “So how much milk?”

“A bit.”

“How much is a bit?” Eren pursed his lips, “I don’t want to disappoint him…”

Armin flipped over the bacon then glanced over, “You pour, I’ll say when.”

“Okay,” Eren began pouring.

“When. Oh, that’s a touch too much, but he won’t mind.”

Eren blinked, “You sure?”

“He’s not too picky about his coffee, plus you can always add more later to balance it out.”

“Okay,” Eren nodded and put the coffee back. He noticed Armin take the milk carton and he muttered thanks before moving back to the table. “Here you go, Sir.”

“Good boy,” Levi said simply. He didn’t look away from his book as he pointed to the chair next to him. “Sit.”

Eren moved and did so.

“I usually refrain from compliments, Eren,” Levi said as he sipped his drink, “But you’re not bad.”

“Thank you, Sir!” He grinned brightly.

“You’re going to be easy to domesticate,” Levi flipped the page nonchalantly, “Well, to be fair, you’re somewhat pre-domesticated. Lean forward.”

Eren stretched his neck towards Levi.

Levi’s put down his coffee mug and moved under Eren’s chin, scratching it lightly.

Eren felt a little flutter in his chest and smiled, “You enjoy doing that, Sir?”

“Yes. It reminds my subs that they’re pets, tamed animals for me.”

Eren smiled, “I’d be a tamed animal for you.”

Levi paused, steel eyes shifting towards Eren.

“I just said that out loud!” He backed away, hearing Armin’s laughter from the kitchen.

Levi graced Eren with a small smile before going back to his book. “Get yourself a drink, and one for Armin as well.”

“Yes, Sir,” he got up and headed into the kitchen again. “I’m an idiot,” he declared again.

Armin was putting the bacon on three plates as he spoke, “You know he can hear you right?”

“It’s true,” Levi called from the table.

Eren winced and wanted to hide, “What do you want to drink?”

“Orange juice sounds nice.”

Eren nodded and looked up, “Where are the cups? Oh,” he blinked as he saw them through the glass cupboards, framed by light furnished wood. He opened the cupboard door above him and grabbed two glasses, “These are fine?” He smiled when Armin gave him a nod and placed the cups down. He walked over to the fridge, pulling out the juice, and poured two cups, before putting the carton back in the fridge. His green eyes looked over to the side, noticing that the plates had pancakes, bacon, strawberries, and one piece of toast each. “Wow, you’re going all out.”

Armin smiled shyly and nodded, “I… I like cooking, actually. For a while it’s only been Levi and I, so I’m excited to make food for three. Could you help me bring one of these plates?”

“Sure, let me just put these cups down,” Eren nodded and headed over to the table. He quickly put the glasses down then went back to the kitchen, picking up one of the plates as Armin picked up the other two. They were identical, so he placed the one in his hand in front of Levi.

Levi closed his book and glanced over to Armin, “Well done, Kitten.”

Armin’s cheeks instantly turned red as he took a seat.

Eren noticed the reaction, wondering what kind of pet name ‘Kitten’ was. It actually sounded kind of weird compared to the pet names he’d heard, but maybe that’s why Levi said it—to get that kind of reaction out of Armin, remind him who’s in control. The thought sent a tingle down to Eren’s groin and he quickly looked down. He poked the bacon and looked up, “Is this turkey?”

“Yes,” Levi began eating.

“Oh, okay,” he brought a slice to his mouth and chewed on it. He swallowed and nodded, “Pretty good. I know Annie loves it, but I’ve never had it. She’s territorial on her bacon.”

“Sadly if you work at my company, you have to squeeze your ass in small jeans,” Levi sighed, “That’s where the market is, so that’s where the company goes.”

Eren cut a piece of his pancake, and looked up, “Annie works for you, Sir?” He forked the piece of fluffy goodness in his mouth.

“Yes, she’s actual the manager of our biggest store. I rely on her quite a bit.”

Armin smiled, “A lot of people in the D.s. community work for Levi, surprisingly.”

“Oh, like your driver that picked me up, he was a sub, or so he said,” Eren pointed out.

“He’s not actually my driver,” Levi’s lips curved into a smile, “He’s a designer, but I sell his stuff, rack in great profits for him, and we’ve been friends for a while, so if I tell him to do something for me, he does. He was also my sub once, so he feels dominated by me. It’s a marketing advantage from time to time.”

Armin gave a little frown, but didn’t dare speak his mind.

Eren chuckled and continued eating.

“Eren,” Levi looked at him, “Today I want you to talk to Armin and decide on your chores. I used to give each sub their own tasks, but I find you guys tend to trade and work it out amongst yourselves. I could care less, really, as long as it’s all done by the time I get home. I trust you two can handle that, Armin?”

“Yes, Sir,” the blond nodded once.

“Good, I have a meeting this afternoon, and another one tomorrow… That’s what happens when I say I want to take time off for a week, they pile up the meetings before I leave. Assfucks.” He snarled quietly, “We don’t usually have breakfast together, except weekends. But when we do, I want it at nine-thirty, Eren.”

“Yes, Sir,” Eren nodded. “I’ll have my alarms set.”

Levi nodded approvingly, then glanced over to the blond, “I take it you will help him adjust?”

“That’s my duty, Sir.”

“Lovely,” he muttered in a dry tone.

“Was he in a good mood or a bad mood?” Eren asked once Levi had gone upstairs. He moved the dishes under the warm running water, “I couldn’t tell.”

“Mostly a good mood,” Armin explained as he wiped down the counter. “He was a bit bitter about going to a meeting, since those are dull, but he was happy with breakfast.”

“Okay,” Eren nodded, thankful for that much at least. He placed a plate on a drying rack and then grabbed the third one. “So we have to split up the tasks, now?”

“Yeah,” Armin nodded. “Let me just finish cleaning the counter and I can go through it. It’s actually not that big of a deal. It’s a big house, but if we take care of it every day it won’t be a problem. There.”

Eren placed the third plate on the dry rack and washed his hands, rinsing off the little white bubbles of soap on his knuckles. He turned the knob and closed the faucet; he grabbed a hand towel and dried off. “Done here too.” He turned around and glanced over to Armin, “So what are the tasks? Anything special or just, sort of, standard household chores?”

“Standard chores, just more because it’s a big house.” Armin sighed, “When we’ve got the air con and heating running all day, dust tends to come from the vents so, kind of annoying. It’s not much, but Levi really is a clean freak. Like a serious clean freak. But if we work together, it won’t be an issue, I’m sure.” He walked over to the counter and grabbed the paper pad and pen; he glanced at the page that was there and noticed it was the home number, Levi’s number, and his number. “You don’t need this anymore, right? I can tear it?”

“Go for it.”

Armin tore it and put it to the side. “Okay so, I’ll just write this down in case you forget. I tend to wake up around six… which is pretty unnatural and you don’t have to do that, but I’ll be up so I’ll take care of the newspaper, which Levi doesn’t really read but he hates it when it’s on his porch. Apparently he tripped over it once, but the sub who saw it never told me the whole story.”

Eren chuckled, remembering that his Dom was, after all, human.

“But that means you’ll have to make the bed every morning. I’m serious, he’ll find out if you skip it even once.” He drew a ‘t’ graph, putting ‘Armin’ on the top left and ‘Eren’ on the top right. He jotted down the chores he already mentioned, “I tend to do the cooking, so I’ll take care of all the kitchen stuff—wiping down appliances, doing the dishes, counters, etcetera. Could you do the laundry? We do it once a week, Fridays usually. You know how to separate clothes and all that?”

“Yeah,” Eren nodded, smiling. “I shrunk one of my mom’s pants when I was fifteen… I still have nightmares about her reaction.”

Armin chuckled, “If you need help just ask,” he wrote ‘Laundry – Friday’ under Eren’s name. “If you’re doing that, then I’ll change the bedsheets every Thursday. It’s only fair. Oh, every day, the front steps and the backyard need to be swept. There’s a broom thingy outside, it’s like two hundred dollars or something so ridiculous, but it makes it a piece of cake. You can do that… if that’s okay?”

“Sure.”

“Okay, I’ll take care of mopping and vacuuming, I alternate doing them every Sunday, so one Sunday it’s mopping, the next it’s vacuuming. I don’t mind doing it, but you should know what chores I’m doing in case I can’t do them for whatever reason, so I’m gonna write them down. Besides that, I’ll help you collect all the trash, but can you make sure the garbage is out on the driveway by four in the afternoon, on Thursday? That’s when the garbage truck comes.”

Eren made a mental note and nodded, but then frowned. “I thought garbage trucks came in the mornings.”

“They usually do,” Armin agreed, “But these rich people can’t be bothered to wake up early for something like that.”

Eren chuckled and shook his head and looked up, “I still can’t get over the fact I’m going to live in this house for a month… On top of that, there’s you and Levi here, my luck might be too good.”

“You earn your place,” Armin reminded with a teasing smile.

“Hehe,” Eren knew exactly what that meant, “So, what other chores are there?”

“Well, besides that, twice a day we need to dust the house. I use that time just to check every room, make sure there’s no garbage or dirty cups or anything anywhere. Wipe down counters, the whole works. If we do it twice a day, it’s pretty fast, and since there’s two of us it just means we do it once each. I usually do it when I wake up and get around to it, which is around seven in the morning, so around six in the evening, usually just before dinner is when I do the other. I used to do it before bed, but sometimes Levi orders me to his bedroom, for… you know, obvious bedroom reasons,” his cheeks turned a light pink, “And uh, yeah it’s not sexy to say ‘May I service you after I dust your dirty house’.”

Eren chuckled; it was weird how Armin could say what he wanted to do to other people with a straight face, but whenever it was what Levi was doing to him, there was always those flush on his cheeks. Eren couldn’t help but wonder if he’d be the same way… when… Levi… made use of his body… for ‘bedroom reasons’, as Armin put it. He felt his own cheeks heat up and he figured it probably was a yes. He gave a little nod, “So I’ll do it every day at six, then?”

“Yeah,” Armin looked down at the piece of paper and hummed, tapping his hands on the counter, “Oh, I also go for groceries on Wednesdays. You’re free to come with me if you want, I could use some help carrying bags, but I usually just ask Annie or someone else. I don’t go every Wednesday, depends on how fast we go through what I bought last week, but I’ll let you know.”

“Sure,” Eren grinned, “You’ve got this all figured out. Makes me feel a lot less nervous about all of this. I don’t know how you did it alone, though.”

Armin chuckled, “I’ve been with Levi for a couple years, so I know what he wants.”

Eren tilted his head, green eyes peering into blue. “How old are you?”

“Huh?” Armin blinked at the directness of the question, before smiling, “Nineteen. I’ve been living here since I was sixteen, but I wasn’t actually involved with Levi until I was seventeen… it’s, a long, complicated story. But age of consent’s sixteen here, so it was legal and all.”

“So,” Eren tilted his head, “You got into D.s. two years ago too?”

“Yeah,” Armin smiled.

“Well, you’ve been with Levi since then… so you probably have like twenty four months of experience, I’m probably like six months,” he scratched the back of his head.

“Well, you’re still a good pet,” Armin suddenly leaned up and smooched Eren’s nose.

Eren’s green eyes widened and he blinked a couple times.

The rest of the day seemed to pass uneventfully; he was still trying to get himself situated, reviewing the mental map of his house and comparing it to the actual thing. He found himself lost a couple times, but in the end everything seemed to work itself out.

“Eren.”

As Armin told him, he was wiping down the counters at six, just before dinner, when that voice almost made him jump. He tossed the paper towel in his hand into the garbage and turned around, “Yes, Sir?”

Levi’s steel eyes gazed into Eren’s green ones with a sense of nonchalance. “Did you make the bed this morning?”

“I did.”

“Do it again.”

Eren blinked. Do it again? “Was it not good enough? Did I do something wrong, Sir?”

Levi watched as Eren’s brows furrowed together, noting the sincere concern. He sighed, rolling his eyes. “Pillows go over the bedsheets, Eren, and pillows are to be fluffed. Do you understand? Fluffed.”

“I’m sorry,” Eren bowed instantly, keeping his head down.

“Fix it. Go.”

“Yes, Sir,” Eren nodded and quickly moved to the stairs. He moved past Armin, who seemed a little confused to see him in a blur, and eventually made it to their room. He grabbed the pillows, placing them on one of the glass desks and quickly smoothed out the bedsheets. He then fluffed each pillow before putting them back on the large bed.

“Good,” Levi said as he leaned on the doorway. “You might be incompetent, but at least you can learn. I don’t want it to happen again. And since I don’t want it to happen again, Eren, it won't happen again. Did I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Sir.” Eren lowered his head.

“Good,” he said again, stepping into the room. He slowly cupped Eren’s cheek, smirking. “Well trained, obedient, not very thorough, but a listener. I can train listeners. You make me want to have my way with you…”

A jolt of electricity moved through his spine, but he kept himself with a lowered head, making them the same height. He swore he heard the tiniest purr in Levi’s voice and he swallowed hard, making eye contact.

“Don’t look at me,” Levi hissed, “No eye contact when I’m scolding you. Understand, Mutt?”

His eyes dropped to the floor. A dangerous thought suddenly crossed Eren’s mind: If this kept up, he was totally going to get a boner.

“Obedient,” Levi stroked Eren’s cheek with his thumb and smiled. “Good boy…” He moved his hand down, scratching under his chin.

Eren couldn’t help but smile as he tried to relax and not get a boner.

“Keep up the good performance and I’m willing to reward you.”

“I would be honoured, Sir.”

“Of course you will,” Levi dropped his hand, “By the way, your vest is ugly.”

Eren’s eyes widened, remembering Armin’s comment yesterday, “I’ll change it if you want.”

“No,” Levi raised a hand, “It’s hideous, in a sort of ugly Christmas sweater way… but somehow it manages looks cute on you. I like it, but that doesn’t change the fact it’s ugly.” He turned around, “See if Armin needs any help with dinner. After dinner…” He looked over his shoulder, “Keep yourself clothed, but lay in my bed for me.”

Eren tried to respond, but his jaw didn’t work and he ended up giving a little whimper.

Levi looked down to Eren’s waist, snorted, and left.

He looked down to see the obvious boner in his pants and he frowned, “Get down, you…” Eren took the moment to calm himself down, trying to think of anything besides Levi’s smooth voice, and what it would feel like whispering orders in his ears… and what it would be like to service the man, to be dominated, to exist solely as that man’s toy… “Stop!” He yelled at himself, smacking his cheeks. He couldn’t help it though. Just being around Levi made tingles race all over his body

With a soft sigh, Eren eventually made himself think of food, since Armin was making dinner. Growing up as a teenager with an overriding libido, he had easily found out the sense of hunger overtook his bodily desire for sex. With boner semi-killed, he tried to ponder over the vastness of the universe—anything really, and went down the stairs before making his way into the kitchen. “Where’s Levi?”

Armin looked to the side, “Think he’s still upstairs, why?”

“I’m so turned on right now,” Eren clasped both hands over his eyes. “He also asked me to lay on his bed after dinner—what does that mean?”

Armin chuckled, finding embarrassed Eren adorable. “Well, we’re all adults here, I think you can figure it out.”

“Don’t tease,” Eren pouted, “I’m freaking out!”

“Well don’t yell so loud or Levi will end up coming downstairs.” Armin wagged his finger in the air as he stirred something in a pot, “So why are you down here? Want me to do something about that thing in your pants?”

“N-No,” Eren turned away, crossing his arms. “Levi asked me to help with dinner.”

“Oh,” Armin blinked, “There’s some pecans on the cutting board there, could you chop them up finely—Wait, you’re not allergic to anything are you?”

“No, I eat everything.”

“Okay, Levi would have told me, but I just wanted to make sure.”

Eren offered a smile as he walked over to the cutting board. There were only a dozen or so pecans, a little less, and he grabbed the knife, inspecting it to make sure it was clean. “So just chop ‘em up, in small pieces?”

“Smaller the better,” Armin nodded. He was mixing some liquid in a small pot with a brush. It was thick, and had a yellowish tint, and he whisked it around and ‘round.

“So um… any tips?”

“Just keep chopping.”

“N-No, I mean,” Eren sighed, “When I’m… with Levi, tonight…”

“Oh! Just do whatever he tells you,” Armin smiled softly, “You’re his sub after all. Follow orders, do your best, let him call the shots. If he gives you free reign… which is pretty rare, just do whatever you really want to do. I’m serious. If you’re not making the most of it, he’s going to think you’re wasting it. I mean… I don’t want to sound pretentious or elitist, or anything like that, but the thing is, if a submissive isn’t utterly desiring to please their master, they shouldn’t be a sub for that master. It could mean a number of things; maybe the master isn’t fair, maybe the sub isn’t feeling it, maybe they’re not right for each other… but those are all reasons that lead to terminating the contract.”

Eren stopped chopping as he looked at the cutting board. “But, what if I just, get intimidated… or scared? I mean, I know the contract, he isn’t going to hurt me much, and he doesn’t want to actually put me in any harm either. Even if he goes rough… which, I kind of… like it… rough… I’ve uh, you know, got a high pain tolerance,” Eren cleared his throat, nervously going back to mincing the pecans, “But it’s just… I don’t know. It’s his presence. How do I deal with that? What if it gets too much?”

“Tell him,” Armin paused what he was doing, glancing over to Eren with a small smile. “Just do what you would normally do, ask for permission to speak freely, and if he grants it explain. You know, I’ve always thought one of the most important things about being a Dom is being able to read people, sense vibes, tell if something’s wrong. I think that makes the biggest difference between a good Dom and a decent one.”

“And Levi’s a good Dom?”

“A great Dom, don’t worry so much. You know, Levi’s well known in the community, and he gives advice to both Doms and subs alike. Even Mikasa asks him for advice, and… well you’re her friend, you know she’s sort of… closed off, like Levi in some ways.”

Eren thought about it then nodded. “Yeah, Mikasa… Well, she was the one who suggested Levi for me.” He finished chopping the pecans and started cutting the slightly bigger pieces in half, “To be honest, she had a tendency to mother me when we were growing up… partially my fault, because I always tried to pick fights I couldn’t win. But in a way, my parents said she protected me. We’re not kids anymore, but she still looks out for me. She found out one of my Doms were too rough once and she almost stormed out to beat the shit out of him. I guess that’s why when she suggested a Dom, I figured he’d be like a tender-Dom or whatever… which I can’t really get off on… But I mean, I guess what I want to say… she wouldn’t pick a bad or decent Dom for me.”

Armin chuckled, “You and her are pretty close, huh?”

“We’re like siblings,” Eren half-joked. He put the knife down and looked at the blond, “Is this good?”

Armin’s eyes dipped to the chopped pecans and he nodded, “Yeah, think you can chop up some parsley too? It’s the green one there.”

“This one?”

“Yep. Chop ‘em in a bit bigger pieces, they’re mostly for decoration really.”

“Sure. Um,” he grabbed the knife again and paused, “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, Eren.”

“No, I mean, really… thanks. You have no idea how much this is helping me, being able to talk to you about all this. I really, really want to be a good sub for Levi. I don’t know if it’s his eye-fucking or his voice or his presence or what, but I just feel this tingle in my bones when I see him. It’s weird… it’s like having a schoolgirl crush, except in a warped and really hot way. I guess I’m just… curious. I’m curious what’s beneath all those,” he almost groaned as the image of Shrek came back to his mind, “Beneath all those… layers,” his tone went from excited to dead as he said the last word. “God damn onions…”

Armin tilted his head, “What?”

“Sorry, nothing.”

“But! You had some real momentum there,” Armin almost pouted, lower lip wibbling, “I was interested.”

“I guess I just want to know who he is,” Eren said as he chopped the parsley into green little colourful pieces. “Sure, he’s rich, he’s a Dom… He’s sort of a jerk, has a twisted sense of humour, but you know… despite all the jerk-things he’s been doing, he’s been really nice to me. But…”

“In his own way?”

“Yeah,” Eren nodded, “In his own way.”

Dinner moved along smoothly. Armin ended up lightly brushing the mixture, which Eren found out was a light mix of Dijon, honey, and butter, along salmon fillets and ended up topping them with the crushed pecans and parsley before baking them. Eren was a little uncertain how it would end up (Dijon? Honey? Butter? Pecans?), especially since he wasn’t a fish person. Sushi was okay, but he wasn’t a fan of cooked fish. To his surprise, though, he made a mental note to never question Armin’s cooking again.

He found the lightly brushed mixture was mostly just honey which gave a lovely sweetness that wasn’t too strong, a bit of Dijon for a kick, and the butter mostly kept it juicy while only adding a hint of flavour. Baked at a lower heat, the fish was both flakey on the surface, but moist in the centre. The filet was boneless, too, which made it a rather easy-to-enjoy meal.

But now that was over.

Eren was no longer in the kitchen, no longer at the table either..

He swallowed hard.

No—He was in Levi’s bedroom.

It was actually rather modest, as he looked around. It was probably the same size as their own room, a little bigger. There was only one bed, king-sized, which he was sitting on, in the center of the room, against the wall. There was a desk to the side with Levi’s laptop and papers, which he didn’t dare touch. To his surprise, there was a rather large bookshelf. Eren eventually couldn’t take it anymore and got up. He stepped forward, towards the bookshelf and began reading the labels on the spines of the books.

There really was a collection, but it was organised.

Eren silently wondered if Levi was a compulsive book buyer, the same way he was a compulsive video game buyer. But as he read the titles he realised some were textbooks, mostly on psychology, and mostly on psychoanalysis psychology. He didn’t know much about that, but that one course he took in high school basically told him that Freud thought everything meant dicks, and everything that didn’t mean dicks meant vaginas. He remembered actually writing that down in his essay at the end of the year and getting an ‘A-’ on it.

“So, is everything dicks to Levi?”

“What?”

Eren literally jumped as he did a one-eighty turn, tripping over his feet and toppling onto his back, legs flying high in the air.

“Graceful,” Levi muttered tactlessly.

“Levi, Sir!” Eren jumped to his feet and saluted.

Levi raised an eyebrow.

Eren had no idea why he was saluting, so he put his arm down.

“I have spent the past two days continuously wondering whether I should be questioning your intelligence or sanity,” despite his harsh tone, there was the tiniest playful little smirk on his lips as he walked over to his desk, steel eyes moving to the papers. “Oh, you didn’t touch anything. Good boy.”

“Of course not, Sir.”

“You are free to go through my things,” Levi shrugged, “Just leave them how you found them. The only exception is my study. I manage most of my work-related shit there, and I’m not taking any chances of papers being misplaced, got it?”

“Yes, Sir!”

Levi eventually turned to Eren, steel eyes licking up the male in front of him. “Take off that ugly sweater.”

Eren instantly pulled it off and kept it in his hands, not sure where he should put it.

“Throw it on the floor. I’m a clean freak but even I understand where clothes go during sex.”

Sex. The word sent a little jolt of excitement through him and Eren swallowed hard to keep his cool. “But, um, Sir…” he threw the vest to the side, leaving him in the light blue shirt and dark navy jeans. “I thought I was under chastity…”

“You were, and you’ve avoided fucking either of us for long enough.” Levi walked over, running his fingertips over Eren’s cheek in a possessive way, “But let’s face it, I want to fuck you, Eren.”

“Oh God please,” Eren closed his eyes and whispered.

Levi relished in the twisted pleasure that all teases did, “Not tonight.”

Eren’s green eyes opened and widened, in an adorable puppy-eyes begging way he looked at his Dom.

“My job is, of course, to make you a better sub. So consider this to be your first lesson, and test.”

Test? Lesson? Eren nodded, even though he didn’t quite understand.

Levi moved to the side, taking a seat at the foot of the bed. He pointed in front of him and watched as Eren moved. “Remove your shirt, slowly.”

Eren nodded, feeling his hands shake a little as he grabbed the hem of his shirt, letting the fabric glide over his chest at its own pace as he tugged it off, tossing it aside as he did with his vest. He swallowed hard, cheeks reddening. He looked down at his feet and hugged his arm.

“Eye contact.”

Eren took in a deep breath and forced himself to look up, “Yes, Sir.”

“Pants.”

Eren looked down for a moment as undid the button, but his hands were shaky as he tugged down the zipper. With some effort, he managed to push his jeans down and wiggled his knees until they pooled at his feet. He kicked it to the side and looked back up, ignoring the tent in his boxers from his obvious excitement. He knew his face was red; he could feel the heat it was giving off. He half wondered why Armin used the oven for dinner, because he was sure his blush was hot enough.

Levi crossed his legs and his arms, leaning back only slightly, raising his chin as his eyes examined every ounce of skin he could. “Why are you so nervous?”

“I-I’m not nervous, Sir!”

“I’m not an idiot,” Levi’s eyes narrowed for half a second, “You’re blushing like a schoolgirl who just got her cherry popped, just tell me why you’re so nervous, you moron.”

Eren opened his mouth to disagree, but eventually realised his Dom was right. “I’m just… I find it, hard to be comfortable around you, Sir.”

“Is this a problem you’ve had with other Doms?”

“To an extent, yes…” Eren looked away, hands fumbling together. “I’m sorry, Sir. I want to be your sub, I want to please you, I want to do everything a sub wants… It’s not that I don’t, Sir. Please don’t think I’m unhappy!”

“Weak.”

Eren blinked, “Huh?”

“Weak,” Levi rolled his eyes, “You’re a weak sub.”

He just froze.

After a silence, Levi made a ‘come here’ motion with one finger and watched as Eren obeyed. He looked up at his sub and made the motion again.

Eren swallowed hard and understood, lowering his lips against the other man’s.

Levi slowly, carefully kissed his sub, stroking Eren’s lips with his own before pulling away. “I’m not going to give you some textbook run-down on this shit, so I’ll keep it short. Strength, power, whatever the fuck you want to call it, whatever it is you’re lacking that’s making you weak, is different for Doms and subs. For Doms it’s the ability to keep your sub in line, and the ability to control a situation and make demands. The more efficient and successful the Dom is in that regard, the stronger he is. A Dom that can’t keep control is a weak Dom.”

Eren listened intently, instantly making the note that Levi was a very strong Dom.

“Being a weak Dom isn’t a bad thing,” Levi added, “I know several Doms that are weak, and that is in line with what their subs want. But I am a strong Dom, and my preference is strong subs. Like I said, strength in term of being a sub is different.” He looked down to Eren’s boner and tapped the top of it with his hand, watching as Eren’s cheeks went red. “Do you have any idea what makes a sub strong, Eren?”

“Um, pleasing their master? Being more willing?”

“No.”

Eren deflated a bit, silently wishing his dick did the same but it refused.

“A strong sub is one that can stand naked, and let anyone who is looking look. A strong sub is one who always submits, but never gives in to pain or discomfort. I’m not saying you can’t feel embarrassed or nervous, look at Armin: His cheeks go red just like yours, but if I asked him to strip he would strip. If I asked him to get on his knees and suck my dick in front of forty people, he would do it. Of course he’d be embarrassed and nervous, that’s who he is. But he’d never hesitate, he’d never hide his body, no matter how much he may want to, because he is a sub and his Dom asked him to do something.”

Eren’s eyes widened as he listened.

“Don’t worry,” Levi cracked a smile, “I’m not going to ask you to strip or suck my dick in front of forty people. I don’t like people enough for that. But I want you to think about what I said, Pup. It’s not something you can flick on and off. Armin was like you when I began training him. In time, I’ll train you to release your inhibitions and let yourself be the tool you are.”

Eren’s cock twitched.

Levi silently chuckled out of his nose, amused. “After all, what is a submissive, Eren?”

“Someone who willingly submits to become a tool for their Dom’s pleasure.”

“Good,” Levi ran a finger over the clothed outline of Eren’s cock. “You’re going to need training, Eren. That is my duty to you. You serve me, in turn I train you. You make yourself a tool for my pleasure, and I better you to better me.”

Eren closed his eyes, curling his toes as the words made him shiver.

“Strip.”

Eren opened his eyes and tucked his thumbs down the waistband at the sides. He took a deep breath and pushed down, watching his cock bounce up as his boxers slid down his legs. He swallowed hard, doing his best to be a ‘strong’ sub. He quietly wondered if he would have believed the words Levi said if he didn’t understand just how much power it took for him to just stand naked before the man. He’d been naked for Doms many times… but he’d never been, displaying himself… not in this way.

The power to stand naked.

Eren found his knees shake and his arms lock at his side and he breathed.

“Good,” Levi cupped Eren’s balls, stretching his thumb to run over the hairless base of his sub’s cock. “Like I said, you’re going to need training, you’re not what I want, yet, but I reward my subs on their effort to please me. You’ve been good, accepting what I’m saying.”

Eren did his best to listen; with his privates being cupped by the older man and that smooth, dry voice ringing in his ears, it was too easy to just zone out and revel in the experience. But he stayed focused, because, after all, his job was to please Levi.

“So, I will reward you.” His hand moved up, grabbing Eren’s shaft near the top, giving it a squeeze.

Eren’s knees came together as he closed his eyes, trying to stay quiet.

Levi watched Eren’s expression with interest. He made Eren’s cock point up to the ceiling, and he moved his hand down, pulling back the hood and exposing the purple-pink head. “Don’t hide yourself.”

Eren’s green eyes snapped open, realising he was being a weak sub. He figured since Levi said weak Dom’s were okay, weak subs were okay too—it was just that a weak sub wasn’t what Levi wanted. He wanted to be what Levi wanted. He wanted Levi to want him, as he wanted Levi. He swallowed hard as his Dom began stroking him, moving his hand up and down, creating a steady rhythm.

A noise left his throat, soft but needy.

Eren made another noise, feeling the warm hand around his sensitive member, focused on him, pleasuring him.

Levi moved his hand up and down, up and down, keeping eye contact.

Eren wondered if it was because of the chastity or if it was because of something his Dom was doing, but he already wanted to melt under the man’s hand. “Not fair…”

The corner of Levi’s mouth curved upwards, “What isn’t fair?”

“It’s just…” Eren did his best not to hide his body, “I feel like my body’s already at your mercy… and all you’re doing is giving me a handjob. I’m not a virgin, I swear.”

“Handjobs are underrated,” Levi’s steel eyes looked up to Eren’s green ones. “I don’t think any act can be as intimate. Even when full on sex is slow and gentle, nothing is quite like having my fingers around your dick, is it? Just me, pleasuring you with my hand.”

Eren suddenly agreed; but, at this point, he was pretty sure he’d agree if Levi said pancakes were equally as intimate. Although the act was simple, he found himself being drawn in by it. Maybe Levi was right: Maybe, because it was simple… just Levi’s hand around his cock… that it felt so great, and so intimate. There was no passion or urges overriding thought, no orders to follow, nothing but Levi’s hand.

Levi watched Eren’s green eyes come alive and he smirked. He began to stroke faster, moving the foreskin over the head and back again and again; all the while, his steel eyes never left Eren’s face.

“Ah,” Eren whispered as he looked down into Levi’s eyes. Those eyes made him weak before, when they were ‘eye-fucking’ him, but now… seeing them as they were in that moment… Eren couldn’t help feel the opposite of all he’d ever felt. He used to want to run, hide, blush, but now he wanted his Dom to look at him that way—wanting him. “Sir…” he breathed, eyes closing as he let out another soft sound.

Levi suddenly gave another squeeze.

“Ah!” Eren’s shoulders moved up as pleasure tingled his spine. “Sir!”

Although Eren had his eyes closed, Levi didn’t mind. Before, the act meant Eren was trying to hide himself, now it was out of openly soaking in the pleasure. His hand moved faster, and he felt the hot length twitch in his hand, in response. He smirked and continued.

Eren’s toes curled and his breathing became audible as he raised his chin, moving his head back a bit as the breaths became deeper. “Sir…”

“Yes, Eren?”

The brunet looked back down again, eyelids peeling open to reveal hungry green eyes. “P-Please, Sir… more… Sir.”

Levi kept the same pace for a moment, watching as Eren’s green eyes looked confused, wondering if his request would be granted. After seeing the almost desperate expression made Levi want to give in right away, but he had to keep the rhythm. His hand moved up and down, up and down, rolling the skin over the head which became redder with each stroke.

“Please?” Eren felt his knees wiggle, “Please, Sir? Please, Levi, Sir?”

After a small smirk, he rolled his eyes, pretending not to care, but his hand moved quicker.

“Ugh,” Eren kept a growl in the back of his throat, not letting it move past gritted teeth.

“Say thank you, you Mutt.”

“Thank you, Sir!” Eren practically yelled, spine bending as he leaned forward in half-bow.

“Good,” Levi’s lips curved into a dangerous smile. “Never forget that, Pup.”

Eren was about to speak when another squeeze on his cock turned his words into a helpless whimper. “Y-Yes, Sir!” His breathing became heavy as he closed his eyes, letting out little whines and gasps between struggled breaths, “Sir, I’m… I’m getting close.”

“Would you like to cum, Pup?”

“Yes! Yes, Sir!”

“Say please, Eren.”

“Please! yes, please, Sir!”

“One more time.”

Eren’s eyes widened and he pouted, “Please Sir! I can’t take it anymore, Sir!”

“But you’ll hold on to control if I ask,” Levi lowered his voice, “Wouldn’t you?”

Fear visibly shook the brunet as his breathing froze, as if gripped and stunned by a squeeze. He swallowed his saliva and closed his eyes, “I’m only human, Sir!”

Levi laughed; he actually laughed, before raising an eyebrow, hand still moving quickly over Eren’s hard length. “You please me, Eren.”

Green eyes opened again, cheeks burning red, a shiver raced down his spine, and Eren gasped. Those were the words any sub needed to hear. He opened his mouth, letting out a noise as his knees came together, “Sir!”

“You can cum when you want,” Levi said simply, smirking as his hand stroked his sub.

Eren swallowed hard, nodding to say he heard because he was sure his throat wasn’t going to comply anymore. He closed his eyes, hands turning into fists, body tightening as he focused on the pleasure, and only on the pleasure. The way Levi’s hands moved over his cock was almost possessive and he found his hips moving forward, begging for more. “Sir…”

“Do it.”

“Sir.”

“Do it. Now.”

“Sir!” Eren curled his toes and his body seized up, shuddering as he released, throwing his head back and silently screaming as he spilled himself. He grunted, breathing becoming sporadic, rapid, and untamed. He let out a loud moan as the afterwaves rippled through the fibres of his being and his knees wiggled in fear of giving out.

“Good Pup.”

Eren shivered at the pet name, feeling his cheeks warm as he opened his eyes. He blinked, noticing he came all over Levi’s white shirt and there was even a spot of sticky white on the man’s cheek, “S-Sir!”

“I’ll take care of it,” he said nonchalantly, acting as if it wasn’t there. “Take your clothes and join Armin.”

Eren’s eyes widened, “I’m not taking care of you, Sir?”

“No,” Levi paused, “Not yet.”

Eren was both disappointed from the ‘No’, but the ‘Not yet’ filled his mind with endless possibilities.

“Any reason you’re still here?”

Eren straightened his back and grabbed his clothes, absentmindedly holding them over his crotch. Before turning to the door, he paused. “May I ask a question, Sir?”

“What?”

“Was I…” Eren looked away, “To your liking, Levi, Sir?”

Levi paused for a moment before nodding, “I love the way you look when you’re desperate and helpless for pleasure. You were.”

Eren smiled wide and gave a light bow before he left.

Armin flipped the page of his book, enjoying the little moment of solitude he had. He would easily admit that he enjoyed spending time with Eren, and sharing the room was far easier than the last couple of subs. But Armin was one of those people that needed some “Me” time to unwind, so he lay with his stomach on the bed and flipped the page of his novel once again, lost in the desert world of the book.

“H-Hey.”

Armin blinked and looked to the door, “Hey.”

Eren slipped on boxers before he entered so he wasn’t naked as he dropped onto his side of the bed. “What’re you reading?”

“Oh, just a fantasy series, it’s pretty good,” Armin slipped his bookmark between pages and closed the book. He rolled over to place it on the bedside table, then looked to Eren, “So?”

“So?” Eren pretended not to know as a huge smile formed on his lips.

“Soo?” Armin rolled towards him, “What happened?”

A nervous chuckle left his lips. “We talked a bit, and um, he… rewarded me, with a handjob. It was fucking great… I didn’t know a handjob could feel that good.”

“Yeah, Levi’s… Levi’s good. Real good.”

“Hell yeah.”

Armin smiled and looked over Eren’s body, “You know… if you think about how good he is with his hands, he’s great at fingering… and he’s awesome with his mouth… and he’s just… I don’t know, Eren, I’m pretty sure he’s a reincarnated sex god or something.”

Eren knew it was a joke but after what just happened he wondered if there was any truth to it. “I can’t wait until he and I… you know, do more. But, um… he didn’t let me get him off, is that normal?”

“Yeah,” Armin nodded, rolling over to his back. “Not always, but generally… when you get him off, you spend the night in his bed.”

“So,” Eren blinked, “He didn’t want me in his bed?”

A light laugh came from the blond’s lips, “No… I think he was just trying to help you adjust to your new room. You know… I can only hypothesise… Not even I know what’s going on in his head half the time… but, that’s sort of the fun too.”

Eren rolled over to his back too and smiled, “Well I can say that sure was fun… and now I just really, really, really want to return the favour.”

“You’ll get your chance.”

“I can’t wait.”

Chapter Text

Blue eyes opened slowly, closing as the sunlight peered in. He wiggled, pushing his head forward against something warm. No, not just warm, very warm, warm like a furnace. After a moment, he realised what it was that was giving off so much heat. Eren. A smile formed on his lips as blue eyes once again opened. His forehead was pushed against Eren’s back, just between the shoulder blades; he was cuddled up against the brunet. His lazy eyes looked at the sun kissed skin and he bit his lip playfully before rolling over onto his back. He lifted himself up, slowly rubbing his eyes and took a deep breath. He sighed. His shoulder ached, and one of his feet was numb; he didn’t sleep well. Still, he swung his legs over the side.

Feet grazing along slightly chilled furnished hardwood floors, Armin groaned before he stood up.

He stretched, pushing out his arms, going on his toes. He yawned silently, then looked down.

He walked over to the drawer, pulling out a pair of dark blue sweatpants and white socks. He’d use the same light blue T-shirt that he slept in, since he’d have to take it off anyway. Slipping the clothes on, he rubbed his neck, wincing at the slight ache. He grabbed his phone, stuffing it in his pocket with his headphones. He glanced over to Eren, just for a moment, making sure he was still asleep, before he tippy-toed over to the door. He opened it, slowly, hand turning the handle fully before he actually opened the door to make sure there was no noise. He left the door slightly ajar, knowing it was no big deal.

Armin stepped out into the hallway.

He moved to the stairs, silently hopping down each step before he made it to the first floor. He moved to the front entrance, looking for his running shoes before slipping his feet in. He leaned down, tying his laces with the bunny and the hoop, before going out.

He took a deep breath of the crisp morning air and smiled. He glanced over to the grass, noting a light layer of dew. It must have rained when they slept, but it was clear skies and bright sun. He reached in his pocket and pulled out his phone. He had to untangle the headphones, with lots of tugging and fussing, before they came free. He popped the ‘R’ one in his right ear, and the ‘L’ in Left. He looked at his phone, checking the time: 6:32am.

He blinked a bit, realising he woke up later than usual.

“Well, I’ll just go halfway today, then.”

He hit the music app, scrolling down his playlists until he hit ‘Upbeat’ near the bottom. He hit the first song, made sure shuffle was on, then stuffed his phone back in his pocket. Stretching his legs, Armin took a deep breath before nodding to himself.

He started running.

He kept a steady pace; it wasn’t quite a run, but it was faster than a jog. His shoes hit the ground, step, step, step. It was a continuous motion, so he focused on the song playing in his ears. It was loud, something about single women being fabulous, something he secretly didn’t want anyone to know he listened to. But he liked it. Loud, nice beat, rhythmic, perfect for a run. He kept running, turning a left at the end of the road as he usually did. He glanced over to the houses he was passing, unsure how to feel as he passed the Reiss household. He noticed there was only one car, wondering if the parents were off on another business trip.

Armin could have actually analysed it, but it was too early even for him and he was moving away from it with every step. He was used to the big lavish houses, each one designed by somebody who was paid too much anyway.

As time passed, his breathing became audible. Under his bangs, he felt beads of sweat form and he remembered he forgot his headband. It just wasn’t his day. He smiled, though, finding it funny. He kept running. Turning another left, he mentally counted each song that had played, knowing how many minutes each one was, he made an evaluation of how much time had passed. Since he started over fifteen minutes later than usual, he knew he had to cut his run by a third. Instead of making the next turn, he slowly came to a stop.

His breathing was heavy, but he wasn’t quite at his limit. He tugged his shirt twice, feeling cool air rush over his heated chest. He turned around, and began running again.

The run back seemed like it took less time, but when he checked his phone he confirmed he was right on schedule.

Walking up the steps to Levi’s, he reached down to pick up the newspaper. He opened the front door, carefully kicked off his shoes, aligning them neatly against the other pairs, and closed the door behind him. He walked to the kitchen, placing the newspaper on the island counter before slipping off his shirt. He turned around and made his way to the stairs. Going up, he walked into their bedroom, making sure to be silent for Eren, then walked to the attached bathroom.

He flicked on the lights and fan, and began to strip.

He stepped into the shower, turned on the water, and played with the knobs until he found a temperature he liked. Which so happened to be the same temperature as “Satan’s ass” (or at least that’s what Levi told him). The scalding water washed away his sweat and Armin slowly breathed in the steam. He gave a warm sigh, content, and opened his eyes. He grabbed a bottle, squirting some of the pinkish-white soap onto his hand before he began washing himself with it.

He hummed softly, going into an automatic mode as he cleaned himself.

His mind began to wander.

Eren.

Things were going smoothly, so far. Armin knew it didn’t usually start off as easily as it had, but that didn’t mean the rest of the month would be equally as easy. But… He closed his blue eyes as he rubbed the shampoo into his hair, humming again.

The last sub Levi had signed a contract with tried to make it a competition between himself and Armin, for Levi’s affection… which really was the opposite of what their Dom wanted. The two before that were jealous of him, jealous that he was the most prized—He wasn’t. Armin knew he wasn’t, but he also understood how it may have seemed that way from their point of view. He had been Levi’s for almost two years, and lived with him an entire year prior. Armin knew exactly what Levi wanted and needed; not to mention, they had a highly personalised contract that was quite complicated.

The truth was, Armin’s job was different than the other subs.

As such, he was corrected differently, punished differently, and rewarded very differently.

Armin dunked his head under the running water, shaking his hair. He ran his fingers through the blond tresses, making sure all the shampoo was being washed away. His mind went back to Eren.

Eren.

Subs usually lasted about a month with Levi. Actually, a month with Levi was usually pretty good. Half of them had their contracts cut short halfway, by Levi, when he decided he didn’t want to waste time on them. The subs were allowed to stay in the household after that, and they almost always blamed him, as if he had something to do with it.

Armin knew there was no way Eren could stay, but at least the brunet wouldn’t blame him.

Some subs managed to get two months, but only two in three years managed to get three months. One of them, was of course, himself, and the other ended up decided it wasn’t for him after four months. Armin frowned, wondering when Eren would leave. He wondered if Eren could really make it passed a month, and he moved his head back, opening his eyes again.

He breathed in the steam, feeling relaxed.

“I kind of want him to stay,” Armin realised with a chuckle.

Although, the more he thought about it, why wouldn’t he? Eren was more than happy to please Levi, more than happy to do his share of the chores, and most of all Eren was more than happy to work with Armin to make sure everything was perfect for Levi. With a sigh, the blond scratched his cheek and thought it over. Even if Eren ended up nullifying the contract, he would probably still be in the D/s community, especially since he’s close friends with Mikasa.

Knowing he was going nowhere with the train of thought, Armin reached for the knobs and turned off the water. He shook his head like a dog, water splashing everywhere, and he probably saved himself five minutes of trying to towel dry his hair. He stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and quickly dried himself off.

He stepped into their bedroom, eyeing the sleeping Eren as he placed his towel on the desk. He didn’t mind nudity, in fact being with Levi made him aware that he could be proud of his naked body… but, still… He looked down, knowing if Eren woke up it would be the first time the brunet saw him naked.

Would Eren like him?

Armin felt his cheeks flush a little and he moved over to his clothing drawer. He grabbed a pair of black tight boxers, the ones that made his ass look amazing, and then decided to go with a white T-shirt, soft to the touch. He slipped them on, wondering what pants he should wear. Deciding that since he was wearing his ‘great ass’ undies, he should probably go for his ‘great ass’ pants.

Dark navy skinny jeans hugged his ass, making it look completely and utterly spankable. He checked himself out in the mirror then chuckled. He walked over to the door, glancing once more to Eren.

A small smile formed on his lips.

He walked over, leaned down, and kissed the sleeping brunet’s forehead.

Eren didn’t even react.

Chuckling, Armin opened the door and headed out.

Once again, he walked down the stairs but this time he smelled coffee. Knowing Eren was still asleep, he blinked and entered the kitchen.

“Morning,” Levi muttered, not looking up from his book. He was sitting at the head of the table, which was a morning ritual for him.

“Morning,” Armin blinked, “Is it past nine already?”

“No, I woke up early.”

“Oh, a meeting?”

“I’m scheduled to meet with a designer today, but not for a while,” Levi grumbled. “I just woke up early, couldn’t go back to sleep. What about you, went for your run?”

“Yes,” he nodded politely, stepping into the kitchen and opening the fridge. If Levi didn’t sleep well last night, and if last night was the time Eren was… Mulling it over, he looked over his shoulder and decided just to ask: “How was last night with Eren? Did it go well?”

“Very,” he actually looked away from his book to glance to the blond, “More than I’m willing to let him know.”

Armin smiled softly, “Good to hear, Master.”

“Master,” Levi repeated. Slowly, one of the corners of his lips curved upwards. “I missed hearing you call me that.”

Armin felt his cheeks warm as he grabbed the purple carton of milk. He glanced to the pot of coffee and began preparing Levi a cup. “If that’s what you prefer, I’ll do anything for you.”

“No, not yet,” Levi flipped the page of his book, “For now just keep calling me ‘Sir’, at least when Eren is around.”

Placing a steaming mug on the table, Armin nodded. “Yes, Master.”

After a warm shower, Eren rubbed his groggy face and headed down the stairs. Wearing a casual, short-sleeve, buttoned-up black shirt (with the top two buttons left open because that’s what all the cute boys did) and blue skinny jeans, he was on his way to the kitchen when he saw Levi at the other end of the hallway. He instantly straightened his back, blushing a bit as he smiled. “Morning, Sir.”

“Eren,” Levi nodded, closing the distance between them. “I’m leaving for work.”

“Oh, um… well…” Eren felt his throat tighten, green eyes drifting to Levi’s cheek. He remembered his Dom’s reaction yesterday, but decided ‘fuck it’ and leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

Levi just paused.

Eren awkwardly stood still.

The silence was broken from Armin’s laughter in the kitchen.

“Sh-Shut up, Armin!” Eren shouted, looking down.

“Sorry!”

“Eren,” Levi tapped the bottom of his chin, instantly making the other form eye contact with him. “You smell different.”

“Huh? Oh,” Eren scratched the back of his head, “Since my stuff got delivered, I used my own soap and shampoo stuff. I was using Armin’s yesterday.”

“Hm,” Levi could smell something like dry pine, a foresty scent. He looked into those green eyes, realising it was quite fitting. “I like it. It’s kind of sexy, actually.”

“R-Really?”

“Yes. And you actually dressed nice today,” there was a slight purr in his voice, “I’ll try to come back soon,” Levi suddenly gave a sly smile before cupping Eren’s crotch.

For the first time, Eren actually felt taller than Levi, but only because his body shot up so high he half feared crashing against the ceiling, “S-Sir!”

Levi chuckled, patting Eren’s new boner twice before walking past his sub.

Eren put the back of his hands against his cheeks, sighing as he was sure he could cook an egg off of them. He stepped into the kitchen, pouting. As soon as he made eye contact with Armin, he saw the blond’s mouth move. “Don’t say anything.”

Armin paused, mouth open, before he closed it, looking away as he gigglesnorted.

Eren pouted, then looked to the table. He noticed an array of cut fruits on a platter, “Oh wow.”

“Levi got up early, so I wanted to make breakfast that wouldn’t get cold by the time you got down.” Armin grabbed a plate and offered it to Eren.

Eren grabbed the plate and leaned to the side, kissing Armin’s cheek. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” he chuckled, “How did you sleep?”

“Great!” He admitted as he began putting the cut watermelon, cantaloupes, strawberries, pineapples and everything else on his plate. “You?”

“Not bad,” Armin nodded; he paused for a moment, then suddenly leaned in, taking in the scent of Eren’s body wash. “Oh, that does smell nice.”

Eren just chuckled, “You like it?”

“Maybe,” Armin purred.

“Well… you know, I am off chastity…”

Armin grinned, knowing exactly where that was going. “Eat breakfast first… You’ll need energy.”

Eren grinned and finished filling up his plate before taking a seat. “Today’s Thursday right?”

“Mhm,” Armin forked a grape and popped it in his mouth.

“So… I have to sweep outside, take out the garbage at four, dust at six, and…?”

Armin silently wondered if he should add something along the lines of ‘bend me over the table at three’, but he kept a straight face and nodded after swallowing. “That’s it. Oh, I’m going to get groceries at noon with a friend. Wanna come?”

“Sure,” Eren suddenly paused, “Do you have a car?”

“No, but she does, she’ll pick us up. We usually go together. You should meet some of Levi’s friends anyway since they’re all in the community.”

“Then sure,” he nodded.

“Okay,” Armin grinned.

“Get in, bitch, we’re going shopping!”

Armin chuckled as he walked down the steps, smiling at the two hoots of the car horn.

Eren followed after, with a raised eyebrow.

In a dark blue convertible, which currently had the top down, was a small blonde girl. She was wearing a stylish blue tank top and white short-shorts, outfit completed by a simple silver pendant around her neck and several bracelets on her right hand. She had a huge smile on her small face, but her expression dropped when she saw Eren behind Armin. “Oh, hi! S-Sorry!”

“Hi,” Eren blinked, “Why are you sorry?”

Armin just chuckled again as he opened the passenger door, “She doesn’t swear in front of people she doesn’t know. Eren, this is Krista; Krista, Eren.”

Watching Armin get in, Eren entered the back seat offering a smile to the driver. “Nice to meet you.”

Krista looked up to the rear-view mirror and then to Armin. She tried to bring her voice to a whisper, but that didn’t do much as she spoke: “Levi’s new sub, huh? Marco wasn’t kidding… he’s cute!”

Eren felt his cheeks warm.

“He’s cute, huh?” Armin grinned, “Don’t let your Dom hear you say that!”

“Shush,” Krista pouted, “She’s not that much of a jealous type.”

“Yes she is.”

“Okay… well, maybe a little…”

Eren chuckled, looking around. “So, you’re in the D.s. community too?”

Krista’s eyes moved to the rear-view mirror and she took in the sight of Eren’s green eyes. “Yep!”

Armin turned his head back to Eren, “Yeah, she’s our newest addition.” Looking back to Krista, “Two months now?”

“Little less,” Krista shifted the gear to drive and did a quick shoulder check before pushing on the gas.

“So,” Eren scratched the back of his head, surprised that someone so… innocent looking was into D/s, but then he looked at Armin. “How did you get into the community?”

Krista just responded with a nervous laugh as she stopped at a stop sign, before moving again. “It is a bit of an embarrassing story… Right, Armin?”

Armin laughed and looked away.

“Well,” Krista’s face was red.

Armin’s face also turned red. He was thankful for the lowered hood of the car so the breeze was somewhat cold against his heated cheeks.

Eren had an undying urge to know, but he offered a smile, “It’s okay if you don’t want to say it.”

“What about you?” Krista was quick to change the topic.

“Well…” Eren looked away, “I walked in on my roommate’s sub all tied up and gagged, and I screamed.”

Armin blinked, first time he’d heard it. “Annie?”

“Yeah.”

Krista blinked, “Oh, you were roommates with Mikasa? Or was that before?”

“Yeah, with Mikasa.”

“Oh my,” Krista whispered, imagination going wild. “Mikasa uses a lot of bondage, doesn’t she?”

“Yep,” Eren nodded.

“That’s sort of what happened to me,” Krista admitted, flicking the right turn signal before leaning forward to check for cars. “I walked in on Armin here with Jean, bent over like a good boy.”

Armin’s face went red and he gently slapped her arm, “Krista!”

“Don’t hit the driver,” Krista pouted before making the turn.

“Jean?” Eren tilted his head; as far as he was concerned, everyone he met with that name (which was really only one person) was a complete dickwad. “I thought you’ve always been Levi’s sub?”

Krista’s blue eyes shifted to Armin; although she didn’t voice her question, she mouthed ‘Sub?’ with a confused expression on her face.

“Well,” Armin chose not to answer Krista, “One of the things some Doms do is the act of giving away… They give their subs away to play and experiment with another Dom for a while. It’s just for fun and usually it’s not very long.”

Eren thought about it, then looked to the side. “He won’t do that with me, will he?”

“Oh, no, it has to be in your contract. Don’t worry, it’s not really common, especially since there’s all sorts of risks, like sexually transmitted infections, and all that stuff. And of course, being dominated by someone you don’t know can be pretty dangerous… so there’s a lot of stuff you have to talk about first. It helped since that Dom, Jean, actually used to be Levi’s sub at one point. Levi wanted to help Jean get comfortable as a Dom, while giving me another partner.”

“That’s an issue with some relationships,” Krista added as if she read it from a textbook, “You’re supposed to adjust your contracts as you go, right? Or at least in our community. Well, how are you going to know if you want something else if one Dom is all you know?”

Eren thought about it, realising it made sense, “But, still, I’d feel really weird about it. I mean… was it weird?”

“Not really, Jean and I talked about it for weeks, and it only lasted a couple days. Since he was with Levi before, the same safe words were used, not that we had to use them, but it made us both more comfortable. All in all it was pretty good. The only top I’ve really been with was Levi, so it was… kind of nice, to see what it was like to be under someone else’s domination. Have you had other Doms?”

“Yeah,” Eren nodded, “Three, and some casuals.”

“Oh, see,” Krista chuckled, “You have something to compare Levi to. You know that shake in your bones isn’t because he’s your Sir, but because he’s Levi.”

“Oh,” Eren suddenly understood, “So I guess you just wanted to see what it was like with someone else. I guess now that I think about it, it makes sense. And this Dom guy, he didn’t hurt you or anything, did he?”

Armin just chuckled, “With how protective Levi is? He was kind of scared to do anything too rough with me. But, yeah, after being under Jean, and having something to compare it to, I realised that yeah Doms generally excite me, but… Levi…” He blushed, hard. “I still see Jean every once in a while, only for a small time. I’ve also told you, I’ve been under Mikasa before too. After having them, I realised how different it could be, but then I realised I still like what I have now best.”

“Lucky,” Krista pouted.

Eren glanced at the rear-view mirror. He wasn’t into girls, but something about Krista’s pout was just so damn adorable.

“You’re lucky,” Krista repeated, “To have been under Mikasa.”

“Wait,” Eren tilted his head, “You want to be under Mikasa? Isn’t she like the queen of pain or something ridiculous like that?”

“Oh yeah,” Armin whispered, closing his eyes, “I couldn’t sleep on my back for a week by the time she was done with me.”

Krista’s pout intensified, “It’s, well, it’s like… a rite of passage in the community! Almost every sub, and even most of the Doms have been under Mikasa at least once. They just go to her for a whipping. But it’s like, I’ve only been with one person, my Dom now, and the only person she would trust is Mikasa—but there is now way Ymir would give me to Mikasa, she’s too protective and barely spanks me!”

Eren wondered if the thought of a great queen of pain, or king or whatever, and wondered if it would be arousing for him if it wasn’t Mikasa. Because she was practically a sister to him, and the idea just seemed weird as could be to him.

“Oh,” Krista looked over to Armin, before focusing on the road. “Annie texted me, saying strawberries are on special at Fresh this morning. You know how much Ymir and Levi love strawberries.”

Eren looked up, “Levi likes strawberries?”

“Yeah,” Armin looked over his shoulder. “Do you want to help me make strawberry pie tomorrow?”

Eren blinked, “Sure? I’ve never made a pie.”

“They’re super easy,” Krista smiled, “Well if you buy the pie crust thing. You literally just smoosh the fruits, pour them into the crust and bake. I’m sure Armin needs a strong arm to crush all those strawberries.”

Armin whapped the Krista’s shoulder.

“What?” Krista pouted, keeping her eyes forward. She lowered her voice a bit, so only Armin could hear her, “Only thing better than a cute guy is a cute guy who helps in the kitchen…”

“Um,” Eren looked left and right, “I can hear you.”

Krista meeped.

The top floor of a thirty-eight story building didn’t actually have as much of an impressive view as Levi was hoping. In fact, the taller buildings and skyscrapers seemed to surround the building, almost in a claustrophobic way. At least the couch was comfy. It was red leather, ugly thing, but it was soft. His eyes moved to the woman who asked if they wanted anything to drink. He didn’t bother replying, just looking away, annoyed. Marco, of course, asked for a glass of water, which he found adorable. Probably because Marco didn’t realise she was offering alcoholic drinks.

But catching the glimpses of clothing, maybe he’d need alcohol to get through this.

“Mister Rivaille.”

Levi stood up slowly before offering his hand, “Pleasure to see you again.”

“Likewise,” he smiled then looked over to Marco.

Marco put his glass on the coffee table before offering his own hand, slightly cold from the drink.

“This is Marco,” Levi watched the flash of jealousy on the man’s face. “I hope you don’t mind me bringing him along. I work best with a second opinion, after all.”

“Of course not,” the man smiled.

Levi could have called the lie, but he wanted to get it over as fast as possible. “Are your models ready?”

“Yes,” he nodded.

“Then we are ready when they are.” Levi took a seat again, flashing his eyes to Marco until he did the same. His steel eyes moved to the man, silently making it clear the conversation was over.

The man nodded and turned, leaving.

Marco sipped his drink and leaned back, trying to get comfortable. “It feels weird, to be on the other side of this.”

“It’s good for you to know what it’s like,” Levi muttered. His head shifted to the side when the first model walked out.

She was a tall woman (giraffe, as far as Levi was concerned, but he knew not to let his bitterness and jealousy for tall people to get in the way of it), short blonde hair, skinny. She was cute, actually, but she wore a pink shirt and a black skirt with green flowers. She smiled and did a little twirl before walking away.

Sakura pink, pitch black, and baby puke green… Levi silently regretted not taking that drink when he had been offered. The next one came. The models were all professionals, knowing exactly what to do. He hated it when the models tried to do a little ‘something extra’, as if Levi had any interest in them. They had their jobs, that was it. His eyes locked on every new outfit, looking for tightness, discomfort, seeing where it was loose, how much skin would flash.

There was one he liked, but not completely. The outfit itself could have it’s mouth around his dick and he still wouldn’t notice it, but there was a scarf. It was thin, thin enough for the hot seasons, maybe for a cloudy day, but it was too little of a detail for him to be bothered about.

He wanted it to be over.

The current model walked out; the next one walked in. Male, early-twenties. Medium build. Blue eyes, brown hair. He was wearing a loose white shirt, and green jeans.

Levi looked to the jeans. They were actually nice. But they were a bright green, and (while Levi knew some people could easily pull it off) that wasn’t what he would put in his store. Majority of the jeans were either a shade of blue or black. He of course had some other colours, khaki, dark burgundy, but he found that they were always hit-or-miss. From a financial point of view, they were too much of a risk. He only chose them if he knew they would sell.

The next few models came out, all wearing green jeans.

Levi tilted his head, wondering what kind of obsession that was. A part of him was somewhat insulted; he made it easy for designers to know what he liked for a reason, so he wouldn’t have to put up with this bullshit. Bright coloured jeans were a bigger no than an old man dressed up as Santa Claus asking him for a public blowjob. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the bright jeans, they just didn’t fit in with the rest of his store, so he couldn’t give them a chance (unless trends changed, of course).

Green.

Levi crossed his legs, thinking of Eren’s eyes, and the forest-like body wash his new sub was wearing.

Another model walked in. More green jeans.

Levi looked over to Marco, nudging his shoulder. “One to ten, how are you liking this lineup?” He noticed the model pause, most likely wondering if she should stop to let them talk. “Keep going,” he told her, “You’re doing great.”

She smiled, blushing a little, before continuing with her twirl.

Levi looked back at Marco.

Marco sipped his drink, “Um… seven?”

Levi kept looking at Marco.

“Well, maybe six…”

Levi kept looking at Marco.

“Fine, five…”

Levi kept looking at Marco.

Taking in a deep breath, Marco sighed.

“I brought you along because I need an honest opinion from a professional, not because I didn’t want to hurt someone’s feelings.”

“Well, from one to ten…” Marco hesitated, feeling the angry glare of the designer, “Honestly, I’d say zero. The rips in the jeans are a fading fad, and it’s just… they’re in awkward places. The pants are too tight around the hips, loose around the ankles… It’s just, I kind of hate it.”

Levi noticed the designer open his mouth, but he sighed, silencing the room. “I hate it too. I don’t want to see anymore, I really don’t. It’s a little painful.”

“Wh-What?” the man shouted, “Why? Is it the models?”

“It’s not the models, they’re perfect: It’s the disgusting clothing you put on these professionals that bothers me. Sure, the outfits look good in this studio, but how the hell is anyone supposed to go outside, in public, looking like that? If you want to book another showing with me for your next lineup, contact my secretary; he will be happy to deal with you, because I don’t have time for it. I won’t be taking any more of your designs at this time.”

“I… see.”

“Thank you for your time,” Levi stood up quickly and turned to the door. He didn’t have to look behind him to know Marco was following closely. They quickly left the room and entered the elevator. Levi hit the button for the first floor then repeatedly mashed the ‘Door Close’ button. Knowing how many fingers must have touched those buttons, he pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his fingertip.

“I feel bad.”

Levi glanced over to Marco, “Why? His designs were horrid. He needed to know.”

“No, well, not because of that…” Marco scratched the back of his head, freckled cheeks turning pink, “It’s just… Well I saw all those green jeans and I kind of wanted to steal the idea a little? I kind of want to design something a bit more… blue-green, darker colour though. Like normal dark blue jeans, but with a touch of green. So it’s like, sea green, or dark spring green. Something not really that noticeable, but there’s only so many outfits you can make with blue jeans, dark blue jeans, and black jeans…”

Levi raised an eyebrow, “If you want to do it, then go for it. It’s been done before, you’re not really taking his idea. I’m sure you know how Rivaille feels about coloured jeans, though. Rivaille doesn’t do anything bright, but I don’t think that’s what you’re going for.”

“Oh, I know. Like I said, something darker.” Marco nodded, “Everything I design is for Rivaille now. It’s just, it won’t be easy to pull off.”

“Of course not,” Levi nodded, “But you could do it. An amateur designer, maybe; an idiot like that, not a chance. You? You can do it.”

Marco smiled wide and crossed his arms, “You know… inside, you’re just a big softy.”

“Shut the fuck up Marco.”

Marco just chuckled, watching as the door opened. “Are you heading home now?”

“Most likely, why?”

“Well, I’m meeting Jean for a late lunch,” he stepped out with Levi and glanced to the shorter man, “Want to join us?”

Levi paused. “Only if I’m not intruding.”

“Don’t be silly, Sir. I wouldn’t ask you if we were going on a date or something, it’s just lunch.”

Levi smiled at the word ‘Sir’. It was even funnier when Levi was sure Marco didn’t even notice the word slip out.

“Jean and I were just talking about you and Armin last night. You know, it’s been a while since he’s seen either of you.”

“I guess I could manage a lunch.”

Eren was sitting in den, watching the muted T.V. Armin’s head was on his lap and the blond was curled on the sofa. Eren chuckled, petting the sleeping blond’s hair. He was a bit surprised by how soft it was and played with the strands of hair absent-mindedly. He wasn’t really watching what was on the screen. He couldn’t really follow the plot without the sound, so he closed his eyes, smiling.

“Eren?”

He opened his eyes and looked behind him to the door, “I’m in here, Sir.”

Levi noticed the quietness in what was usually a loud voice and stepped into the room, “Something wrong?”

Eren just pointed to his lap.

Levi gave a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “So it begins.”

“Huh?”

“Armin used to take naps pretty often. He didn’t after he was the only sub, in case I called or needed something. He hasn’t done it for a few months. Probably since he didn’t feel comfortable around the other subs.”

Eren blinked, looking down. “So, Armin feels comfortable around me?”

“I’m guessing. You feel comfortable around him, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” Eren smiled, but paused. “But that’s because I rely on him, a lot.”

“And he relies on you.” Levi began to unzip his coat.

“Let me take your jacket, Sir,” Eren tried to move.

“No, it’s fine,” Levi said quickly, eyes moving to Armin. “He’s cute when he sleeps, isn’t he?”

“Very,” Eren grinned, relaxing a bit.

“I feel comfortable around you,” Levi looked off to the side as he pulled off his coat. “But you feel nervous around me.”

“Not nervous,” Eren looked away, feeling his cheeks warm, “I think, just… maybe… excited?”

“I see,” Levi sounded amused. “Armin has a bit of an… irregular sleeping pattern. Take care of him when I’m at work, got it?”

“Yes, Sir.” Eren nodded, “Of course… I want to be a member of this household, after all.”

“Good Pup.”

“Pup,” Eren repeated. “You started calling me that lately. Do I remind you of a puppy, Sir?”

Levi could hear the slight disappointment in his voice and he silently chuckled. “No. Not a dog. You’re… more of a wolf. You remind me of a wolf pup. Cute, stupid, dangerous, endearing. You don’t mind the pet name, do you?”

Eren blinked, feeling better about being a wolf pup than a puppy. “You can call me whatever you want, Sir.”

“No,” Levi frowned, “A pet name is… an affectionate gesture—I want you to enjoy hearing it, as much as I do when I’m saying. Understand?”

Eren smiled softly, nodding. “I like it.”

“Good. When Armin wakes up, tell him to postpone dinner until seven thirty. I had a late lunch.”

“I’ll let him know,” he nodded. “Is there anything else I can do for you, Sir?”

“Nothing for now.”

“What about… tonight?”

Levi paused, tilting his head. “Eager, aren’t you?”

Cheeks flushed, “Can you blame me?”

Levi just smiled, “We’ll see.”

Eren realised Armin had the cutest bedhead, ever.

After waking up, Armin was embarrassed and tried to flatten his hair, which had adjusted to the shape of Eren’s lap.

Eren followed Armin into the kitchen, watching him prepare dinner.

With electronic beeps, Armin set the oven to preheat. He glanced over his shoulder, “Do you want to help? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“Sure,” Eren smiled, “What can I do?”

“Chop some parsley and basil, the green ones we bought today with Krista.”

Eren turned on the tap, washing his hands quickly. “Parsley was what I was chopping yesterday, right?”

“Yep,” Armin nodded with a small smile. “Not much of a cook, are you?”

“I can do popcorn…”

Armin giggled, shaking his head. “So, what did you think of Krista?”

“She was…” Eren chuckled, “She was loud whenever she talked to you, but turned quiet whenever I tried to talk to her.”

Armin laughed, grabbing the parsley and basil, then handing it over to the brunet.

Eren turned off the tap and shook his hands to make the water drops fly off before he grabbed the greens. “Knives are…” He opened a drawer, “Here.” He smiled and grabbed one, “And cutting boards…?”

“Oh,” Armin moved to the side, opening a smaller cupboard before pulling one out. “This one’s a bit small, so make sure the stuff doesn’t fall.”

“Sure,” Eren nodded, grabbing it. He placed it on the counter, then the parsley on it. “How small should I make it?”

“Um,” Armin thought about it, “Uneven. Some big, some small. Same with the basil.”

“Okay,” Eren nodded.

“But yeah,” Armin grabbed a spray oil and began coating a baking dish, “Krista takes a while to warm up to people. She can seem pretty quiet, but she’s one of those people who can get pretty weird if you know them for a while. I think you and her will get along.”

“Yeah, she seemed really nice,” Eren began chopping, “Like, really nice. She offered to practically do everything.”

“That’s how she is,” another chuckle.

Eren paused, glancing over. “The way you and her talked about her Dom sounded kind of scary, though.”

“Ymir? Well… How do I put this? Ymir’s a little, overprotective of her. If you get on her bad side, she won’t do anything, but if you even so much as breathe on Krista’s sweater the wrong way you’ll lose your man bits.”

Eren gulped.

“Done?”

“Yeah, here.”

Armin took the cutting board and began sprinkling about three fourths of it on the bottom baking dish. “Can you get me the chicken breasts? They’re over there,” he motioned to the counter with a nudge of his head.

Eren turned around, seeing the uncooked chicken breast cut in halves. He grabbed the tray they came in and offered it.

Armin placed the cutting board to the side, then took it from Eren. He placed the chicken breast halves evenly apart along the dish.

Eren figured Armin wouldn’t want the little tray-thing they came in, so he took it from the blond when there was no more chicken.

Armin grabbed what was left of the parsley and basil and began sprinkling it on top of the chicken. “Can you cut some tomato slice-things?”

“Tomato slice… things?” Eren tilted his head.

Armin chuckled, “Like, make tomato slices…”

“You want me to slice a tomato?”

“Well, not all of the tomato… and slicing a tomato sounds weird.”

“But that’s how you get tomato slices…”

“But it just,” Armin frowned, “It sounds weird.”

Eren was sure Armin’s frown looked more like a pout and he chuckled. He leaned forward, kissing the blond’s cheek. “Alright, alright. I’ll cut tomato slice things.” He opened the fridge, somewhat overwhelmed by the amount of just, stuff, that was there. He looked down, to the veggie drawer and pulled it out. Finding some red tomatoes, he ripped one off the green stem and closed the drawer, then the fridge door. “How many slices do you want?”

“Six, make them big,” Armin said as he added a bit of salt to each chicken. He hummed, he grabbed cloves of garlic, cutting off the tip then slicing them into slivers. When he was done with that, he put the pieces of garlic evenly over the halves of chicken breast.

“Done,” Eren called out, “Is this good?”

“Yep,” Armin smiled. He grabbed the thin slices and placed them over the chicken. “There, basil, parsley, bit of garlic, and one slice of tomato. Should be good.”

“Wow, I have no idea how you do it… All I know is if something taste boring you put salt and pepper.”

Armin visibly shuddered. “No.”

Eren blinked, “What? You don’t like salt and pepper?”

“I do…” Armin frowned, opening the spice rack to pull out sesame seeds. “It’s just… I hate how salt and pepper is the default for everything. I mean, salt is necessary, but why pepper on everything. Why not paprika? That’s also from peppers. Or thyme? Or cumin, or oregano, rosemary? Turmeric? Coriander? Mace?”

“Um,” Eren pursed his lips, “Isn’t mace that stuff you spray aggressive guys with and like burn their eyes…?”

Armin just paused.

Eren realised this was something Armin was quite passionate about, so he cleared his throat. “Well, I’m pretty sure most people don’t know what half those things you just said are… Pepper’s kinda nice though…”

“It is,” Armin pouted, “But it’s not good on everything.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” Eren kissed his cheek again.

As everyone expected, dinner was delicious. Baked, the chicken was juicy while having a soft exterior. The tomato grilled overtop the half and was begging to be eaten. While most chicken breasts were either grilled or browned before baked, as a white baked chicken breast looked rather dull and not as appetising, the array of parsley, basil, and the tomato gave it the colours it needed. It was served with a dish of crisp baked vegetables that had a dash of balsamic vinegar on top, giving it a bitter but flavourful taste, contrasting to the savory and moist main course.

“Nicely done, Armin,” Levi nodded.

“Eren helped,” Armin smiled.

Levi glanced over to Eren.

“Well,” Eren chuckled, “I’m just good at following orders. Armin did all the thinking.”

“Good at following orders,” Levi repeated with a small smile as he brought a piece of chicken to his mouth. After chewing and swallowing, he sipped his glass of water and placed it down. “I wonder if you can follow my orders after dinner.”

Eren swallowed hard.

Two hours after dinner, Eren got a text to come to the living room.

First thing he did was ask Armin which one was the living room. It was the one just past the kitchen table, where Armin had served them tea on the first day. He entered and saw Levi sitting on the couch, legs crossed, staring at him. “You called, Sir?”

“Yes,” Levi looked down to Eren’s blue skinny jeans, then to the black buttoned up shirt, with top two buttons popped. He smiled softly, “I’m still surprised you managed to dress in something sexy today, especially since you looked like such a dork yesterday.”

Eren looked down and frowned, “I can’t tell the difference…”

Levi rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “Eren, do something sexy.”

“Something, sexy?” Eren blinked, “Like what, Sir?”

“What can you do that’s sexy?”

Levi was half expecting the usual answers, ‘Striptease’, ‘Follow orders’, etcetera.

He wasn’t completely wrong.

“I can give lap… dances.”

Levi blinked. It was an answer he heard before, but he was a little surprised to hear it come from Eren. He leaned back on the couch. “Well, get to it.”

Eren swallowed hard then moved forward. Slowly, he moved onto the couch and straddled Levi’s knees; he put his hands on his Dom’s shoulders. He took a deep breath before looking up. His green eyes met steel and slowly, he shifted his hips back, moving the pressure of his body with him.

“You start slow?”

“Is that a problem, Sir?”

“Not at all,” Levi flashed a tiny smile, “Most subs just get right to the grinding.”

“Heh,” Eren looked down, “Sorry, I just–”

“Sh.”

The curt noise made Eren pause, and he looked back up.

“Dance for me the way you would.”

“O-Okay…”

Levi raised an eyebrow, realising how frail Eren’s confidence was at this point. He reached under his sub’s chin, scratching slightly.

Swallowing hard, he felt his cheeks warm. “I usually, you know, do it to music or something.”

“Slow or fast?”

“Huh?”

Levi paused, offering a small smile as he grabbed his phone. “A slow song, or a fast song?”

“S-Slow.”

Levi went through his music until he found something he liked and tapped the touchscreen.

The music started playing through the speakers of the room. It started with a deep bass of blues, then a quiet rift of slow jazz. The lyrics began, a female voice, hollow tone, having a hint of static as old song did. The beats were leisurely, keeping to a low tempo, almost sluggish, mixing with the light drawl of the woman’s voice.

Levi paused, surprised as the muscles in Eren’s legs relaxed.

Taking a breath, Eren leaned in.

Another surprise, as Levi felt lips on his. He closed his eyes, humouring Eren for the short kiss before it ended. He opened his eyes, frowning as he wondered what it was for, but then he realised. Eren’s eyes were still closed, mouths close to one another. He felt Eren’s warm breath tingle his wet lips and a shiver ran down his spine.

Shit.

He was good.

Eren slowly moved, rotating his hips in a slow circle, grinding himself all over Levi’s lap. He kept himself calm. A part of him wanted to run and hide, because this was Levi; except, he was a sub, and his job was to please his Dom. This was one chance he had, and he wasn’t going to waste it. While his hips moved, his upper body stayed perfectly still, keeping their lips irrisistably close.

Levi felt his breath hitch for a slight second and he smirked.

Eren opened his eyes, visibly flinching as he made eye contact. He swallowed hard and grinded his hips forward, pushing his crotch against Levi’s stomach, chest against chest.

Levi welcomed the contact, but with the proximity he could smell the scent on Eren’s skin; it somehow made him think of a fresh, cool breeze that moved through the forest, carrying the air of dry pine, bark of oak trees, vibrant leaves the same colour as Eren’s eyes. Levi only realised then that he had moved his face into Eren’s neck. He gave a low chuckle, dark and smooth, right below Eren’s ear.

With a shaky breath, Eren felt his body shiver as Levi’s voice tickled his ear. His trembling hands grabbed Levi’s hips then moved up, feeling up his sides.

Levi’s steel eyes dilated from arousal and he took in a deep breath through his nose, taking in Eren’s scent once again.

Eren’s hands slipped between their bodies the way the soft music did, and he slowly pushed them apart, teasingly moving his hips over Levi’s lap.

Levi moved his head back, sitting with his back straight, tall, as his steel eyes watched his sub.

Eren shifted his hip, applying his weight to one leg than the other, moving the pressure back and forth. His hands ran up Levi’s chest, slowly making their way up to the shoulders. His body was moving as one, fingertips keeping time with his hips.

Levi’s lips curved into a sexy smile as he leaned back.

There were two ways to give a lap dance. There was the typical way, more commonly known as a ‘male way’, where the dancing would just focus on the erection. But there was a second way, usually for female recipients, that was actually more of a dance. Levi didn’t have a problem being given the ‘female dance’; in fact, he found himself enjoying it more. It was an actual dance. It wasn’t just dirty grinding: It was classy, worked with the music, and he could see Eren’s body move.

The black buttoned up shirt Eren was wearing wasn’t tight; but, with the way he moved his hips and shoulders, it hugged his sides nicely. The body shifted left, shifted right, moving over Levi’s lap slowly, sensually.

Levi thought back to last night, remembering how Eren looked when he stood naked. He silently took a deep breath as Eren’s hand moved over his chest. A thought crossed Levi’s mind: He was going to remember to keep his cool. He wasn’t a weak Dom. He was strong. He wasn’t going to ‘lose it’, but he couldn’t deny how turned on he was getting.

Eren felt Levi’s arousal through their pants, but didn’t do anything differently at first. His body continued to move, mimicking the jazz, before he pushed himself forward, once again going chest to chest with Levi. He grinded his hips against his Dom’s manhood for half a second before shifting his weight away.

Levi grabbed Eren’s sides and he could smell that damn scent again. An urge to taste Eren’s skin shivered down his spine, but he kept his cool. “Where did you learn to dance like this?”

“Um,” Eren looked away, a faint pink appearing on his cheeks. “Google, Youtube, you know… internet.”

Levi actually laughed, running his hand over Eren’s ass before moving down his legs. He rested his hands on Eren’s outer thighs, squeezing them a little. “You’re good.”

“I am?” Eren seemed a little surprised, continuing the movement.

“Very,” Levi whispered before leaning forward.

Eren closed his eyes, feeling his heart beat fast as their lips met. He moved his hands to Levi’s shoulders, steadying the upper half of his body for the kiss, while his lower half began to move a little slower.

Levi licked at the seam between their lips, and soon he felt Eren open for him. His tongue moved forward, meeting his subs. He could taste the shyness, the nervousness. He smiled into the kiss. His hands moved back up Eren’s legs, once again grabbing his ass.

Eren felt his thighs tremble, but he did his best to incorporate it into his dance. Levi’s mouth on his… Levi’s tongue against his… Levi’s hands on his ass. He broke the kiss, “Holy buckets,” he whispered in a needy voice before pushing their lips together again.

Levi moved his mouth away, opening an eye and raising an eyebrow. “Did you just say ‘holy buckets’?”

“I-I-don’t-know,” Eren said quickly before once again bringing their lips together.

Levi snickered, pulling Eren closer. It seemed even when the brunet was being sexy, he was still an utterly nervous dork. He could feel Eren’s hardness against his stomach and he smiled. He slowly captured Eren’s lower lip between his teeth, biting just a little and suckling on it before letting go.

Eren whimpered into the kiss; his movements were no longer in sync, losing the rhythm to each other and the music.

Levi could feel the difference. It was almost like Eren’s body was breaking under his influence, breaking for him. He moved his mouth again, taking a breath. “That’s enough, Pup.”

“Enough, Sir?” Eren’s eyes stayed closed as his lips brushed against Levi’s, feeling the tingles of warm breath. “What’s enough?”

“I think that was a wonderful lap dance.”

“Oh,” Eren smiled, green eyes opening, staring into grey ones. “So, we’ll move onto something else?”

“No. It’s enough for tonight.”

“What… what do you mean, Sir? You didn’t enjoy it?”

“The opposite. I’m sure you can feel me hard under you.”

Eren’s cheeks turned pink; indeed, he could feel that manhood pressing up against his ass. “And, I’m sure you can feel how excited I am too… so, why are we stopping?”

“Because I ordered you.”

He suddenly shrunk, bowing his head. “Yes, Sir… but I’m just, curious as to your reason.”

“It was nice,” Levi scratched under Eren’s chin. “I think that was one of the best lap dances I’ve ever had. You got me more than just a little hot, Pup. But,” he put his finger on Eren’s lips, pushing back slightly, “I need to know that even if you’re turned on, you will be able to stop when I tell you to. This won’t be the last time I’m going to do this… next time, I might push you to your limits.”

Eren looked like he was going to cry.

“I need to know I can control you, Eren,” Levi said in a serious tone before moving his finger away. “Your body is mine, and it is for me when I want it. I need to control it.”

“Yes Sir,” Eren nodded, feeling his cheeks flush. He made eye contact with his Dom, but instantly regretted it as his cock twitched. He wanted Levi to be in complete control of him. He swallowed hard, “You’re so cruel.”

Levi laughed.

“Fuck, you’re so mean,” Eren leaned to the side and crashed face-first into the seat next to Levi

Levi raised an eyebrow. Eren’s position was strange, to say the least, but his lap was still being straddled; and, with Eren’s ass in the air, he couldn’t help but give it a hard smack.

Eren yelped.

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Eren wiped the rag along the glass table, making sure not to leave any ‘cleaning marks’ as Armin called them. It was Friday, which meant something was supposed to happen. Actually, Eren had no idea what Levi or Armin did during the week but he just assumed that Friday meant the same thing in the house as it did to the rest of the continent. Although… Levi had called halfway through the day, saying he would be late, and Armin had an adorable pout since then.

His phone went off.

Eren blinked and let go of the rag, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. It was a call from Levi Rivaille. He instantly hit accept and put it to his ear, “Sir!”

“Don’t sound so happy. Where are you?”

“Um,” he looked around, “Well I’m in the bedroom, like our bedroom. Why?”

“Are you busy?”

“I always have time for you, Sir.”

“Tsk. I mean, are you done with your chores—you moron.”

“Oh,” Eren blinked, “Y-Yeah, just a bit more cleaning to do, but probably five minutes or something.”

“Good. Lie on the bed, on your back.”

“Um, okay.” Eren did as he was told, lying his back on the soft bed and put the phone against his ear again. “What else do you want me to do?”

“Good, Pup. Run your hand down your sides, feel yourself.”

Raising an eyebrow, he did as he was told. “Sir, what am I doing, exactly?”

There was a sigh, so full of disappointment it threatened to overflow. “You’re as dense as a rock. Phone sex, Eren. Phone sex.”

“Ph-Phone sex?” Eren repeated, green eyes widening as he looked around the room. “Oh! Uh, okay! Sure!”

“I have to meet the damn shopping center manager in thirty minutes, discuss policies for our store. It’s boring. And I constantly daydream about tying up Armin or whipping you with a riding crop. I can’t focus, so you’re going to help me out, and we’re going to make this quick. Got it, Pup?”

“Yes, Sir!” Eren’s cheeks burned. The thought of being whipped by Levi… His Dom was a good Dom, wasn’t he? Would he know how to apply pressure right, make the sting last but not hurt? He shuddered at the thought, but shook his head, trying to focus on the present. “I w-want to please you, S-Sir… but um, I’ve uh, you know, uh… I’ve never, like, done phone sex before… It’s not too hard is it?”

“No,” the voice was gentle, “Just make yourself comfortable. Relax, alright? I’ll walk you through it. It’s not hard.”

Eren smiled softly when he realised his Dom was reassuring him. He had his fair share of partners, none of whom would have been as gentle, as caring as Levi… which sounded weird in his head, because Levi was a teasing jerk dickwad, but he was sort of caring in his own way.

“Just listen to my voice for now.”

“I… like your voice, Sir.”

“You do?”

“It’s sexy.”

There was a pause, “It is?”

“Wait,” Eren blinked, “You’re telling me no one’s told you? It’s so… smooth, it’s smooth, like… um, it’s smooth like…” He was a hundred percent sure ‘a baby’s bottom’ was not an appropriate comparison, but it was the only one coming to his mind. “It’s smooth, like…”

“Like ‘holy buckets’?”

Eren gawked, “H-Hey!”

Levi laughed, loud.

“I… um,” Eren felt his cheeks burn, so he closed his eyes. “Geez, this sounds so lame… But, I like your laugh too.”

“You… do?”

“Yeah, it’s… nice. It’s really nice.”

Levi awkwardly muttered a thank you but mumbled off about something.

Eren was just happy the compliment wasn’t pushed away. “So, um, Sir… what do I do, exactly?”

“You need to get turned on, so, tell me… If I was lying next to you, now, what would you do?”

His mind raced with ideas, but he settled for one: “I’d strip, Sir.”

“Do it.”

“O-Okay, one sec,” Eren dropped his phone and pulled off his dark green vest. He threw it aside, then tugged his white undershirt off. His hands fumbled nervously over his belt but he eventually managed to wrangle it free. His pants were kicked off, then his undies and socks. With that, he was nude. He grabbed his phone again, putting it to his ear. He swallowed hard. “Okay.”

“Good, I like your body.”

“R-Really?”

“I keep thinking about it. I want to run my tongue over it, claim it.”

Eren took a deep breath, trying to be quiet. “Wh-Where would you, want to run your tongue, over, Sir?”

“I don’t know. I’d probably start on one end and go to the other.”

Eren paused.

Levi’s tongue… moving over him, all over him…

“Holy buckets.” Eren suddenly realised what he said and clasped a hand over his mouth.

Levi laughed again.

“Sorry!”

“You’re entertaining, Eren. What would you do to me, if I let you?”

“I would… I would,” Eren felt his body warm, “I would… strip you.”

“You would?”

“I’ve… never seen you naked, but… I want to.”

“And if you saw me naked, what would you do?”

“I would, um,” Eren looked left and right, not sure. He’d always just expected that he’d be following orders. While he’d love free reign over both of them, he was completely unprepared for the question. “I would, um… maybe, just, kiss your body?” He knew he sounded like a dork, “Just… in a sort of, worship-way?”

There was an amused chuckle on the other end, “You would worship me?”

“Fuck yeah,” Eren closed his eyes, feeling his length twitch. “I’m your sub, and I want you to make use of me, Sir. I want to… get on my knees, for you. I want to do just, anything, for you, Sir. You’ve pleased me, but I haven’t been able to return the favour.”

“So, let’s say I was to have my way with you,” Levi’s voice was smoother than usual, having a lusty flavour to his words, “Fantasise about it. Tell me how it would happen”

Eren breathed in deep and then exhaled. “Shit,” he kept his eyes closed. “Am I allowed to touch myself, Sir?”

“That’s your fantasy?”

“N-No! I mean, um! Now!”

“It was a joke, Eren. Yes, you can touch yourself—slowly.”

He reached down, grabbing his shaft. He moved his hand down, exposing the head to the cool air. He gave a little noise, then swallowed hard. “If it were up to me… I’d have my hands tied behind my back.”

“You like being bound, Pup?”

“Y-Yeah, a little…” Eren admitted with a nervous smile, “I just… I like being restrained, limited. I’d want you to… grab my chin…”

“Roughly, or gently?”

“Gently, unless you want to grab it roughly,” Eren felt his cheeks warm. “I’d be on my knees, and you would sort of… guide my head, so I could… s-suck you o-off, Sir.”

Levi made a noise that had Eren wondering if the man was touching himself too.

“I’d… I would take it all in my mouth, for you, Sir. Or… I would try… But, I would, do my best for you Sir.”

“Then what?”

“You would… pretty much, just, fuck my f-face.” Eren’s cheeks burned and he half wanted to throw a pillow over his face, but one hand was holding the phone, and the other was on his dick. Still stroking himself, he sped up a bit, letting out another shaky noise onto the phone. “Then, when you’re satisfied, you would turn me over, and I’d have my ass in the air… and you’d, have your way with me.”

“I like this fantasy,” Levi almost purred on the other end. “Tell me, Eren. What kind of things do you like? What excites you?”

Green eyes looked up to the ceiling and he took another breath. “Blindfolds…”

“Blindfolds? You like having your sight removed?”

“It… makes me feel, like I can’t… well, I can’t, see danger coming,” he looked down at his cock, stroking himself faster, “And it makes me feel like, I’m completely in someone else’s hand… Even more when I’m bound and blindfolded at the same time.”

“I’ll have that arranged, I think.”

“Please,” it came out more desperate than he expected.

“If you’re a good sub, I’ll reward you… Tell me more.”

“Well,” Eren knew he was talking to someone he’d arranged a sexual contract with, but he couldn’t help but feel nervous. What if Levi thought one of his kinks were weird? He brought up his knees, still stroking himself. “I kinda said it before… but, I like um… cock worship. I just, I want to worship a guy… make it feel like, my whole purpose, is to please that guy…”

“I’d love to have you worship me—reduced to nothing but an object for my pleasure.”

“Oh shit,” Eren felt a twist down low and almost came right then.

“Did you?”

“N-No Sir, not yet, I just… I love it when you talk dirty, Sir. You’re good at it.”

There was a heavy breath from Levi’s side, a moan. “You’re getting me worked up with your imagination.”

“Levi, Sir,” Eren whispered as he continued to stroke himself. “Wh-What… about you? What would you fantasise… about me?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Eren felt his body flash with heat and he swallowed hard. “I would, Sir… Please tell me…”

“I’d want you on your back. Arms handcuffed to the headboard… You wouldn’t be blindfolded, because I want you to see me—all of me. I want to look in your eyes, see your expression as I dominate you.”

“Oh,” Eren closed his eyes, imagining it. His breathing was heavy, audible, and his knees wiggled, toes curling. His hand, gripped around his cock, moving up and down, up and down, stroking himself, “Sir…”

“I’d fuck you slowly, take my time.”

“Oh, shit, Levi, Sir,” Eren felt tingles in his shoulders as he moved his head back, “I’m… I’m gonna cum…”

“Do it.”

“Ah,” Eren whimpered; his knees wiggling in the air.

“Cum.”

Swallowing hard, Eren let out another noise, louder this time. He moved his legs apart, lifting his hips slightly as he stroked himself, “Sir. Sir!”

“Eren,” Levi grunted heavily, “Keep going Eren.”

Eren’s eyes widened, realising Levi was about to peak as well—Just the thought that his words, his voice, played a hand in it… He let out another noise, shaky, desperate. “Shit,” he whimpered, “Levi, Sir, Levi!” He arched his back, toes curling. He felt his whole body shake and he cried out, hitting bliss with a shudder and another loud noise.

“Fuck, fuck!” Levi’s voice raised and there was a grunt in an attempt to silence a moan.

“Ah,” Eren’s body went limp against the soft bed sheets. He closed his eyes, feeling the warm, sticky white fluid on his stomach.

For a moment, they both fell into silence, listening to each other’s heavy breathing. “Eren,” Levi chuckled, “I’ll try to come home soon.”

“Okay,” he grinned. “Um, Sir… would you do that for me?”

“Which part?”

“Um, well, the uh, you know… reducing me, to nothing but an object for your pleasure…” There was a slight pause, and Eren felt the tentative pulsing of his heart in his ears.

Then Levi’s smooth voice began talking, “Perhaps for a moment I could reduce you to that, but you’re too important to always be treated that way.”

Eren nearly melted, smiling like the dork he was. “Thank you, Sir,” he said with a yawn.

“Don’t fall asleep, brat. You still have five minutes of cleaning left.”

Eren chuckled and nodded, “I’ll finish my chores. See you soon.”

“Yeah, bye.”

“Bye,” he smiled. He heard Levi hang up and he pulled his phone away from his ear. He watched the call end and his phone asking him for his password, but he just dropped his phone to the side. As much as he wanted to just lay there and soak up all the ‘feel good’ feelings, he knew he still had a duty to Levi. He looked around for a Kleenex box and cleaned himself off. He slipped his boxers back on and just decided he couldn’t be fucked to put every other article of clothing, though he did organise it in a nice pile so Levi’s clean freak senses wouldn’t tingle.

With a yawn, he grabbed the rag and smiled, wiping down the table.

After the… experience with Levi, the thrilling new experience, Eren got dressed and went back to cleaning. He flicked his phone on silent so there wouldn’t be any more distractions (he’d been texting Mikasa throughout the day, which is probably why he was a little behind). When he checked his phone about fifteen minutes later, with all his cleaning done, he ended up seeing many… many unread text messages.

Meeping, he tried not to sound like he was running as he started running down the stairs, indeed sounding like he was running when he popped into the kitchen. “Armin?”

The blond was pouting but he stopped what he was doing to look to the side. “Hey.”

“Ah, sorry, I put my phone on silent by accident,” Eren scratched the back of his head. “You sent me like twenty messages, what’s up?”

Armin offered a small smile and chuckled through his nose. “You said you would make strawberry pie with me today…”

“Oh shit,” Eren blinked, remembering strawberries were Levi’s favourite. “I did, didn’t I? Well we could do it now…”

“I’ve already made the crust, it’s baking, but you can help me with the filling if you want,” he ran his hands under the running water and tilted his head, hair shifted slightly with the movement.

“Sure…” Eren’s green eyes glanced over to the oven. “Wait, so… if the pie is baking, how are we making the filling?”

Armin laughed, gentle and free, before shaking his head. He turned off the water and walked up to Eren, going up on his tippy-toes to smooch the corner of his lips before moving away.

Eren paused, blinking, momentarily stunned as his green eyes looked off to the side. His cheeks warmed and he scratched the back of his head.

“Strawberry pie isn’t like apple pie. You bake the crust and then make the filling in a pot, then pour the filling in. Well, you could bake it all at the same time, but I just prefer this recipe since the crust can end up getting soggy if you’re not careful.” He opened the cupboard below the sink and pulled out a small pot. He placed it on the stove then walked to the fridge. Opening the door, he looked around before his blue eyes caught sight of red. He grabbed the plastic container of local strawberries and handed it to Eren.

Eren looked at the container and took it. “So um, what do I do with this?”

“Just wash ‘em for now.”

“How many?”

“All of them. We’re going to use the whole box.”

“Cool,” Eren walked over to the sink, popped the lid on the container and turned on the water. He looked over his shoulder, smelling the warm pie crust from the oven. He smiled a little and washed his hand. “So, you’re really like the housewife, huh?”

Armin rolled his eyes, but grinned while doing so, “Shut up.”

He snickered in response before he began washing the strawberries. “So is making the filling thing hard?”

“Nope.”

“You’ll walk me through it?”

“I’ll hold your hand,” Armin teased as he pulled out a potato masher. “So remove the stems and just put two and a half cups of strawberries in the pot, then start mashing them with this thing okay?”

Eren blinked, looking over at the blond. “The hell is that?”

Armin opened his mouth, but then shut it, deciding to just snicker instead.

Doing as he was told, Eren cut the green tops off the strawberries and then grabbed a cup, using it to measure the amount and put them in the pot. He grabbed the potato masher from Armin and then looked at it, “So how mashed do you want them mashed?”

“Very mashed.”

“Okay,” Eren nodded.

Meanwhile, Armin sliced the remaining strawberries into quarter pieces.

“You’re humming.”

Armin paused, glancing over his shoulder. “Huh?”

“You hum when you work in the kitchen,” Eren offered a smile, “It’s cute.”

He brought up a finger, red from the juices of the sweet fruit. He slipped it into his mouth and sucked, tasting strawberry, then popped it out. “I hum?”

Eren pretended he didn’t just imagine Armin giving head. Instead, he just nodded. “Yeah.”

Armin blinked then looked back to his strawberries, “What song do I hum?”

“I don’t know – never heard it before, sounded like a nursery rhyme or something. Sorry, can’t help you.”

Armin chuckled and began cutting the remaining ones, “Good to know, I guess. Almost done mashing them?”

Eren looked at the pot and nodded, “Pretty much.”

“Switch places with me, just cut these ones into fourths. Don’t cut them in halves or thirds, or Levi will be able to tell the difference.”

Eren laughed, then realised the blond was serious. His expression became solemn and he nodded before moving away from the pot to slice the remaining strawberries. He grabbed one, then popped it in his mouth. “Mmm,” he nodded before chewing and swallowing. “These are really nice.”

“Yeah, local ones, fresh and all that stuff,” Armin absentmindedly danced a little on his feet and turned up the stove to high. He grabbed a prepped measuring cup of sugar and added a dash of salt. He began to stir the mixture. When it smoothed out, he opened a rack from the side and grabbed the vanilla extract between his index and middle finger, while grabbing the almond extract between his middle and ring finger. With one hand, he popped their tops and dashed them in one at a time. He never measured, always secretly hoping he added a bit more than the recipe asked for. He added about a teaspoon of vanilla, and half that of almond extract.

“Done,” Eren called out.

“Great,” Armin closed the lids and put them back in the rack. “Can you just keep stirring this, please?”

“Sure,” Eren smiled and moved over to the stove.

Armin was about to say something when a beep cut him off. He looked over his shoulder to glance to the stove and nodded. He grabbed a small cup which had a yellow-whitish mixture inside.

“What’s that?”

“Egg wash,” Armin placed it on the counter before grabbing black oven mitts.

Eren raised an eyebrow, “You’re going to wash something… with egg?”

Armin gigglesnorted, instantly covering his face with an oversized oven mitt. He opened the oven and pulled out the pie crust before kicking up the oven door. He placed the pie crust on the counter and looked over to Eren. “An egg wash is um, well it’s usually egg yolk and cream, depending on your recipe. I used an egg yolk, heavy cream, with a touch of salt and a drop of olive oil. It’s the thing that gives the pie crust that nice brown colour and that shine.”

Eren didn’t know anything about pies being shiny, so it made him chuckle. “So it’s just for looks?”

“Mostly,” Armin removed the aluminium foil over the crust then took off his oven mitts. “It also helps seal cracks and, ah, here,” Armin chuckled, “There’s a couple cracks on this side.”

Eren stopped stirring the mixture and looked over.

The crust looked a little pale, but otherwise it looked picture perfect, with the uneven crumps around the edges. Near the bottom, the baked pie had broken slightly. “Oh, so the egg washer thing makes it smooth again?”

“Mhm,” he grabbed a cooking brush, dipped it in the mixture, then began glazing the pie crust. “Keep stirring.”

“Oh, right.”

Armin chuckled, “Oh, and see the little measuring cup with some white powder in it? Can you add that?”

“Sure,” Eren looked and saw it. “Is this flour?”

“Nope, cornstarch.”

“Um… does it taste like corn? Like strawberry and corn pie?”

Armin laughed, shaking his head. “No, it’s what people use to make sauces and things thicker. If you add that to the mixture you’re stirring, it’ll become nice and thick. You know, thick enough to keep the strawberries together, but some will still fall apart so it’s like imperfect, but that’s what we want.”

“Okay…” Eren just agreed and added the quarter cup. He stirred it in, then looked over his shoulder. “So why did we add it now?”

“High heat can actually break apart the cornstarch if it’s cooking for a while. It’s not really a problem, but I add it at the end just in case.”

“Oh,” Eren nodded, continuing to stir it. “I’m learning a lot from you.”

“Let’s see how much of it sticks.”

“What?”

“Nothing!” Armin finished the light glazing of the pie crust and took in the smell; it was like being in a bakery. He gave a content sigh and then grabbed the oven mitts again. He put them on, then put the pie back in the oven and closed the door. “There, one more minute and that’s done. You’re probably done too. Just pour the mixture into a bowl and throw in the rest of the strawberries, and that’s the filling.”

“That wasn’t too hard,” Eren spoke as he followed the instructions, glancing to Armin every so often to see if he was doing anything wrong. “It was kinda easy.”

“Yeah, sometimes I just make the pie filling alone, make it a bit thicker and just eat it with a spoon… don’t tell Levi.”

Eren suddenly looked down at the mixture and wondered how it would taste.

“No.”

“Aww,” Eren pouted then looked to Armin.

The oven beeped again.

Armin turned it off and opened the door. With gloved hands, he reached in and pulled out the golden pie crust. “Open the fridge.” He walked over, silently snickering as Eren followed his order and put in the pie crust. “Okay, now put in the strawberry stuff and I’ll call you down when it’s cool and we can put them together.”

“Okay,” Eren grinned.

Eren was severly disappointed when he found out the pie filling would take two hours to cool. Levi had come home and they had dinner and it was still cooling off. But the moment of truth came and Eren wiggled like an impatient puppy in his chair as he watched Armin add thick whipped cream (which he whipped himself) onto the pie. Using a spoon, Armin dipped it into the rich red glaze of the strawberry filling and then touched at the center of the whipped cream, moving in a circular motion outwards, giving the cream a red spiral pattern which slowly faded pink and eventually white as it went. Armin brought the spoon, tip covered in whipped cream, up to his mouth and suckled on it softly.

As far as Eren was concerned, the pie looked completely and utterly fuckable. It was perfect. Commercial perfect, Eren decided, then changed his mind and settled for photoshop perfect because it honestly was. “So…” He tried to hide his impatience (‘tried’ being the key word), “Now can we eat it?”

Levi sat at the other end of the long glass table, and he silently imagined Eren with wolf ears and a tail wagging back and forth behind him. He laughed through his nose, an undeniable smile forming on his lips as he looked away. “Make us some tea, Armin, would you?”

“Of course, Sir.”

And then the pie was gone.

No leftovers survived.

In fact, a knife was thrown across the room in the middle of arguing over who got the last slice.

The pie was so good Eren didn’t even make a suggestive joke with licking off whipped cream, which said a lot because he had the mental maturity of a thirteen year old when it came to white stuff that goes in the mouth. Although, he did catch glimpses of Levi and Armin licking the cream off their lips. Very good sights. After eating, with tea (which Eren almost spat out because it was the same colour but it tasted different? Although he found out he liked the different flavour too), he went to the living room and lay down on the couch, closing his eyes. He put his hands over his filled tummy and intertwined his fingers.

“You look like you fucking died.”

Eren laughed and opened his green eyes, looking over to his Dom. “I’m just happy.”

“I’m glad,” Levi nodded before turning his back and going back into the kitchen.

Eren blinked. Did Levi walk over just to tell him he looked dead? Or maybe Levi worried that he had actually died from the goodness of his pie. Also possible, Eren nodded then closed his eyes again.

A minute or two passed.

He suddenly felt the couch shift, and he blinked. He felt a weight on his chest, warmth along the side of his body. “Huh?”

Armin rested his chin lightly on Eren’s chest, “Is this okay?”

“Sure,” he smiled, “Just caught me by surprise… You know,” he wrapped one arm around the blond, “You don’t have to ask about that stuff.”

Armin nuzzled Eren’s chest, “Cuddling?”

“Yeah.” Eren squeezed him closer.

Armin just smiled, enjoying the warmth and proximity. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He closed his blue eyes and wrapped an arm around Eren’s waist.

Time passed and Eren found his fingers eventually playing with Armin’s hair, moving through the soft blond strands. He closed his eyes again and he silently wondered if he was going to fall asleep. Probably, he realised with a little yawn. His arm moved down, so his hand was on Armin’s shoulder, pulling him even closer.

“Adorable.”

That voice got both of them to open their eyes.

Levi was sitting on the couch opposite of them, one leg over the other, arms comfortably crossed over his chair, head raised and slightly back. “Kitten and Puppy, quite fitting.”

Armin’s cheeks went red and he tried to disappear into Eren.

Eren just chuckled, petting Armin’s hair. “Sorry Sir, we cuddled without you. You’re more than welcome to join.”

“I don’t cuddle,” Levi hissed with a wag of his finger.

Armin chuckled, but kept his forehead pressed on Eren’s chest; luckily, his hair covered his face.

“Well,” Eren’s mind raced, trying to think of something to say. “You can always watch, if you’re into that.”

Levi paused and then chuckled, shaking his head. “I do like to watch, but not quite like that…”

When their Dom gave a snicker, Armin’s fingers curled, tugging onto the brunet’s shirt.

Eren blinked, looking down.

Levi actually looked amused as he rubbed his chin. “Eren, do you enjoy watching?”

“In what way, Sir?”

“We’re all adults here, I know you know what I mean, Pup.”

Eren swallowed hard, then nodded. “I guess, yeah.”

Levi tilted his head to the side, “You’ve never watched a couple before?”

Eren’s cheeks reddened and he looked away, “No Sir.” He awaited some kind of answer but received none, just silence. He felt the hair on his arms rise and Armin seemed quite locked onto him.

Levi suddenly stood. “I’m heading to bed. Goodnight you two.”

“Night,” Eren blinked.

“Goodnight,” Armin looked up.

After Levi left, Eren paused. He looked back to Armin; all the words in his mind went blank. It was the first time he really looked into Armin’s eyes. Blue, he knew they were blue. Anybody could tell with one glance, but Eren realised he couldn’t decide what shade they were.

Armin’s eyes were almost a bit too vibrant to be baby blue, but too pale to be cobalt. There was something glossy, yet deep about the colour. Somewhere between the brims of cornflowers and a glacier. He blinked.

Eren blinked in return, realising he’d been staring. He looked away and coughed, “So um, what the hell was that? With Levi?”

“Oh…” Armin gave a nervous smile, “I think… you just gave him a terrible idea.”

“I… I did something wrong?”

“N-No, I kind of like terrible ideas…” His nervous smile turned to a sexy grin and his cheeks warmed. “I could make a deduction to what his idea could be… but if that’s what it is, I’m not going to say anything.”

“Wait, why not?” Eren pouted. When all he got was a chuckle as an answer, he frowned. “I said it the first day I was here, and I’ll say it again: You two are so cruel!”

Armin just leaned forward, pushing their lips together.

Eren pulled the blond closer. It occurred to him that this was the first real kiss with Armin. Sure, they smooched and kissed, but they had never kissed kissed. He made a soft noise and let himself melt. Feeling Armin’s lips over his own, finally.

Armin pulled away.

Eren blinked, letting out a whine.

Armin just grinned, putting his finger on Eren’s nose. “You’re too easy to tease, you know?”

Eren’s eyes went wide and shook slightly, like a sad puppy.

Armin just snickered and kissed his cheeks before slipping away.

When Eren ‘woke up’ the next morning, he wasn’t quite awake. Somewhere between dreaming and being conscious enough to want to go back to sleep, he distinctly remembered murmuring. Two voices. He assumed Levi and Armin, but when he opened his eyes, they were both gone. The side of the bed Armin was lying in wasn’t warm, so he sat up and wondered how much time had passed. He tilted his head, wondering if maybe it was all just a dream or something.

Although that would mean he was dreaming about Levi and Armin…

Which, he realised, was probably extremely likely.

He got out of bed, headed to the shower, beginning his morning ritual. He played with the knobs, finding a nice and warm temperature and then dunked his head under. He looked down at his manhood, wondering if he should go for a quick jerk or not, but decided against it. As much as Levi and Armin had individually been working him up, he knew he should get dressed and greet Levi for breakfast before he went to work.

It registered in his mind it was a Saturday, so Levi wouldn’t be at work… and then it registered in his mind that he had the full day with Levi. He went on his tippy-toes and grinned wide. He was sure his manhood would get some attention… hopefully, later on.

He grabbed his forest scented body wash, but glanced over to a white bottle. He popped the top and smelled it, realising it was Armin’s soap. He read the label and smiled.

‘Strawberry Splash’.

Eren chuckled before putting it back. As he began washing himself (with his own soap and shampoo), he made sure that every ounce of skin was washed. What Levi had said, during the phone sex, about running his tongue all over Eren’s body… it left a little impression on him.

He washed the foamy white bubbles off and then stopped the water. He stepped out, grabbing his towel and dried himself quickly. Stepping into their room, he opened the door and put his head out. Silence. He frowned, usually he heard something, just little utters or sounds he couldn’t quite make out, but sounds he knew were there.

Throwing the towel on the bed, he went through his suitcase. He grabbed a fresh pair of undies, bright blue with yellow thunderbolts on them, and then decided to go for black cargo shorts. They were nice around his ass and went down past his knees. A little long to be shorts, but not quite pants. He grabbed a grey T-shirt but stopped before putting it on. He remembered the fashion comments he got so far and wondered if it was a good idea. he was wearing black shorts, so would a grey shirt be a bad idea. Would that be too monochrome?

“Wow,” Eren whispered, “That was pretty gay.” He laughed, finding the irony in his joke utterly hilarious. Tugging on the shirt, he looked at the mirror and tilted his shoulder to the side. “Watch out! I’m monochrome and horny for you, Sir!”

He suddenly paused, stepping into the hallway, looking left and right to make sure nobody heard him.

Eren gave a little sigh of relief and headed to the stairs. He made his way down, sniffing the air. It didn’t sound like anything was cooking, so maybe the two of them went out somewhere? He suddenly pouted when he realised they must have gone somewhere without him. He stepped into the kitchen and his suspicions were right – there was no food. He wondered if there was any of that delicious strawberry pie left over, but then he remembered a knife flying by his head when Levi told him the last piece was his.

He paused, realising Levi did actually throw a knife at him last night. With surprising skill, too. He wondered if the man had ever been a circus performer, and the thought of Levi with pasty white makeup and a clown nose on suddenly had bellowing laughter spill from his mouth.

“What’s so funny, Pup?”

Eren yelped, almost freezing. “S-Sir!” He looked around, “Sir?”

“We’re in the living room.”

Eren grinned. Since he said ‘we’ that means that they were both there! And since they were both there, nobody went anywhere without him. He was smiling from ear to ear, but his expression stilled when he stepped into the room.

Sitting on the couch, Levi was fully dressed in a white buttoned up shirt and a black pair of jeans. He had one arm stretched out on the top of the couch, while his other hand was petting a certain blond tuft of hair in his lap.

Armin was completely naked. He was on the couch as well, on his knees, kneeling into Levi’s lap. His blue eyes looking at Eren.

“Uh… good, morn… ing.”

“Good morning,” Levi nodded, still petting Armin’s hair. “Have a seat,” he motioned across from him with a nudge of his head.

Eren swallowed hard and did as he was told. He sat across from them, looking at them both. Levi looked damn fine in that shirt, but his green eyes were drawn to Armin… completely naked, in front of him. He’d seen neither of them naked, and he wondered what exactly was going on.

A ruddy blush burned on Armin’s cheeks, but he said nothing.

Levi just casually tilted his head. “So, how did you sleep last night?”

“F-Fine, Sir…” Eren looked up at him, trying not to stare at either of them.

“Let’s test your knowledge, Pup. You have three guesses to figure out what’s going on.”

Eren took in a deep breath, looking to Armin for some kind of answer, but he ended up getting lost on the curves, the sensual looking skin… He wondered if they were as soft as the rest of him…

“Eren.”

“Sir!” he used his outside voice and watched Levi almost flinch in response. “Sorry, I uh, I have no idea…”

“We talked about watching last night,” Levi reminded. “So now, you’re going to sit right where you are. Armin’s informed me you and him have yet to actually touch each other, but even I can see you two want to fuck. So, this is the game we’re going to play. Don’t worry, you won’t be punished if you mess up.”

“Oh, good,” Eren smiled.

“But if you do mess up… Armin will be punished.”

“W-Wait, what?”

“If you fuck up in this game, Armin will be punished as consequence.”

Eren stared at his Dom, trying to force his mouth to work. “I-Is that… in our contract?”

“No, but it doesn’t have to be. It’s in Armin’s contract,” Levi’s lips curved into a dangerous smile. “You will play this game, Pup. All you have to do is watch.”

Eren looked at Armin with a worried expression, but all he saw was the blond give him a lusty gaze in return. He realised that, maybe, Armin was enjoying this as much as Levi. He nodded, deciding to go along with it. “All I do is watch?”

“Yes. And that is all you do, hear me? If you look away, even once, I’ll punish Armin. If you touch yourself, even through the fabric of your pants, you won’t see him for a couple of days.”

Eren’s jaw twitched and he closed his mouth before he said anything stupid. Still, he tried to talk with his mouth closed and ended up giving something between a whine and a whimper.

“You got the rules, Pup?”

Eren nodded.

“Good,” Levi stopped petting Armin’s head. He looked down at the blond, some form of silent communication.

Armin took a deep breath before he raised his upper body. Swallowing hard, he adjusted himself so he was sitting in Levi’s lap, facing the man. He leaned forward and brought his mouth to Levi’s neck. His hands cautiously moved to Levi’s shoulders, resting there.

Levi smirked, stretching his neck to give Armin all the access he needed. His own hands gripped Armin’s hips and slowly moved up his sides.

Another strange noise left Eren’s mouth and he suddenly clasped his hands over his eyes, looking down.

Levi rolled his eyes, “Tch.”

“Eren!” Armin cried out.

“S-Sorry!” Eren kept his hands over his face, “I can’t do this… I’m just, it’s just–!”

“Well,” Levi’s smile disappeared, “That’s alright. Armin will be punished for it, not you.”

“N-No,” Eren moved his hands away, “That was the practice round!”

“Practice round…? I never said there was a practice round.”

“There’s always a practice round!”

Levi snorted, rolling his eyes. “Fine. That was the practice round. But I’m only going to warn you once, the next time you look away there will be consequence. None for you, so don’t worry too much.”

Armin took the cue and resumed what he was doing. He moved his tongue over Levi’s neck, closing his eyes as he tasted the salty skin.

One of Levi’s hands roamed down Armin’s body, cupping his ass, giving it a light squeeze.

Eren just meeped, green eyes wandering over Armin. He eyed the shoulder blades hungrily, following down his spine. He watched Levi push a finger inside Armin, hearing the blond make a small noise. With how easily Levi’s fingers slipped inside the entrance, Eren realised Armin must have already been prepared—just how long had they been waiting for him?

Armin moved his hand into Levi’s crotch, undoing the belt quickly before tossing it aside. He pushed his mouth against his Dom, kissing him deeply.

Levi pushed a second finger inside Armin, thrusting in and out before adding a third.

“Ah,” he broke the kiss to whisper. He moved his hips back, forcing those fingers deeper inside him.

Eren’s eyes widened. He forgot how to swallow and almost choked on his spit; coughing, he made sure not to take his green eyes off of them while he moved his head to cough into his elbow. While he was blushing hard and desperately wanted to retreat from the situation, he didn’t want Armin to be punished because of him… although, he also didn’t want to look away because he actually didn’t want to look away.

Armin’s body, naked, in front of him.

Levi, being possessive.

Eren felt his body heat up and he could do nothing about the burning of his cheeks. He continued to watch as Armin’s fingers unbuttoned and unzipped Levi’s pants. He wanted to see what was revealed, but Armin’s naked body was in the way. He didn’t even know if he wanted to complain. With the motion of Armin’s arm and shoulder, he knew his hand must have been on Levi’s cock. His green eyes flicked up to Levi’s face and he hitched his next breath.

Levi’s eyes closed, mouth slightly open as a smooth moan slipped out. Expression of bliss, he brought his head down and showed his teeth. He bit into Armin’s shoulder.

Armin’s head flung back; his whole body tensed as he cried out, hand squeezing Levi’s cock.

Levi kept thrusting his three fingers, but he slipped them out and suddenly spanked Armin’s ass. “On your knees.”

“Yes, Master,” Armin blurted out before he could stop himself.

Eren swallowed hard.

When Levi moved his legs apart, Armin seamlessly dropped between his knees. Cock still in hand, he slipped it into his mouth, sucking hard on the head.

Levi’s hand gripped Armin’s hair, giving it a sharp tug.

Armin bobbed his head, up and down, up and down.

Levi pushed down on the blond’s head, pushing more of his cock into that mouth.

Armin closed his eyes and relaxed his throat, letting the length slide inside him.

Steel eyes looked up green, making contact.

Eren wanted to look away. Eren needed to look away. But his eyes were caught. His own cock was hard, twitching in his pants and his hands squeezed his knees, grip turning his knuckles white. He badly wanted to look away, touch himself, but the threats were still heavy in the air. He watched the tuft of blond hair nuzzle into the base of that lap and his toes curled.

“Fuck,” Levi hissed, closing his eyes as he bit his lip.

Armin moved his mouth back, then forward again—taking Levi’s entire cock into his mouth again.

“Get up,” Levi looked down, “Ride me. Now.”

“Yes, Sir,” Armin lifted himself up into the man’s lap. He grabbed the cock and pushed it against his ass, but he paused.

“Turn around, so Eren can see you.”

Armin felt his cheeks burn, but he nodded, complied. He readjusted himself, showing his frontal nudity to Eren, but kept his eyes to the floor.

Levi put his lips next to Armin’s ear, “Look at him. In the eye.”

Armin’s hand holding Levi’s cock began to shake. His blue eyes flicked up.

Eren’s whole body was on fire. Catching a glimpse of Levi’s cock, which was larger than he expected, and now seeing Armin’s body… the smooth chest, the slim hips, subtle curves, nice legs, all completely hairless…

Blue eyes met green, and Armin swallowed hard. He could feel Eren’s gaze wandering over him. Pleasurable chills crept over his shoulder, and then it clicked. Eren wanted him. Feeling his scorching blush burn even more, Armin lowered himself on Levi.

Levi put his hands on Armin’s hips, keeping him steady.

Eren began moving a hand up his thigh, towards his crotch.

“D-Don’t,” Armin whimpered, “He’ll, punish me.”

Eren bit his lip. He moved his hand back on his knees, locking it there.

“Good, Pup,” Levi whispered, eyes closed, as Armin sank down on his lap. He was fully buried inside the blond. He moved his hands to Armin’s cock, grabbing it and giving it a squeeze. He heard the sweet noise the blond made before he started stroking it, moving the skin over the head and back down again.

Eren’s eyes dilated with arousal and he tugged at the collar of his shirt to cool himself down. His own breathing became shaky as he watched.

Armin instantly began moving his hips up, then down again. He moved in rhythm to Levi’s hand on him and he whimpered. He wanted to bring his knees together, hide himself, but he kept them firmly away, as his master wanted. He took a deep breath and began moving, making little noises as he did. The cock deep inside him filled him up, and he moved his body so it was gliding against that spot inside. “Hnn,” he bit his lower lip, “Ah.”

Levi opened his steel eyes, continuing to stroke Armin. His eyes looked over the blond’s shoulders, staring at the sub sitting across from them.

Eren almost came in his pants from the sight in front of him. He made the mistake of making eye contact with Levi, and a shudder ran down his spine. His fingers twitched and little tingles ran over his chest down to the needy, twitching tent in his pants. He desperately wanted to look away, but ended up making eye contact with Armin, and he felt like his chest was imploding with how sharply he stopped breathing.

He didn’t know what he wanted.

Did he want to be where Levi was? Did he want to fuck Armin, have the blond ride him? Hear those gentle, soft noises while he felt the tight heat around his cock?

Or did he want to be where Armin was? Being fucked by Levi? Having something deep inside him, while those steel eyes made his body melt? Feel the man’s strong hands on his body as the cock slid in and out of him?

Or did he want both?

To be between them.

He couldn’t help but fantasise about it, having the two of them.

Levi inside him, while he was inside Armin. Armin’s skin was soft, gentle, while Levi had a firm grip. He would hear the sweet noises from Armin’s lips, while the gruff grunts from Levi’s mouth. Having Armin at his mercy, while being pinned down by Levi…

To have both worlds.

Eren’s entire face turned bright red and his jaw jutted out for a moment before he closed his mouth, internally screaming.

“Eren,” Levi’s husky voice drew his attention, “Do you like what you see?”

Eren attempted to speak, but all that came out was, “I-like-really-do-it.”

Levi chuckled in Armin’s ear, low and dark.

Armin continued to ride his master, whimpering and arching his neck back.

Levi gritted his teeth along Armin’s exposed neck, only lightly biting down when he got close to the blond’s jaw.

Armin shuddered, his whole body quivered, shaking as he looked at his master. “I’m… I’m going to…”

“Good,” Levi whispered, “Do it… and open your legs more, let Eren see you cum.”

Armin closed his eyes and gave a shaky nod.

Eren took a deep breath desperately, feeling sweat beads form on his forehead. He consciously tried to get his limbs to relax, but every second they seized up.

Levi continued stroking the blond, quicker. “Call out his name.”

Blue eyes snapped open at the command. Armin continued to move, and he swallowed hard. “Eh… Eren.”

Eren froze.

“Eren, ah, Eren, Eren!” Armin whimpered, feeling Levi move in and out of him, and the hand on his twitching cock. “Eren! Eren! I’m going to, ah, ah, ahh, Eren!” His whole body shook and he made sure to keep his knees apart as he came, white strands shooting over his chest. “Eren,” he whispered as his head moved back, onto Levi’s shoulder.

Feeling Armin’s body squeeze around his cock, Levi arched his back, pushing his chest against Armin as he grunted, hitting the peak as well. With shaky breath, a sense of relief came, then exhaustion followed. “Good.”

Armin was breathing heavily and he closed his eyes.

“Eren,” Levi looked up, “Take,” he paused to breathe, “The rest, of the day, off. I will be, busy, with Armin.”

“Y-Yes, S-Sir.”

Eren was back in the bedroom. Hot, sticky white had shot over his stomach as his legs turned into jelly. His whole body broke under his hand. He barely jerked off for a minute before he came. The images and heat so rampant in his mind, he swore he barely even knew how to function. He quickly cleaned off then flopped on the bed again. His body was still hot, sticky with sweat and he sat up. He pondered over a shower; he had one this morning, so he shouldn’t have another… but considering how much money Levi had, ten minutes of a cold shower probably wouldn’t matter too much.

He stripped himself and headed to the bathroom.

Once under chilled water, he washed off the sweat and got out of their quick enough.

He thought about what happened, having to watch Levi and Armin… While it was, a rather intimate experience for the three of them, he couldn’t help but feel like Levi was… trying to bring him closer to Armin, in a way. He paused, not too sure how to feel about it.

It meant a lot of things.

For one, it meant Levi cared that he and Armin got along. Second, that meant Levi cared that he was a part of the household… which was kind of like the first thing, but Eren knew they were kind of different enough-ish. Third, it meant that… Levi cared. Full stop. Which was also kind of like the first one… but it meant something else.

Deciding he couldn’t really work it out, he walked around the house for a while. Getting bored of the second floor, he decided to go to the third, because Armin and Levi were probably still on the first floor… and if he had to see them again the sweating would start again…

With a nervous chuckle, he walked up the stairs and looked around; he dusted the whole place about three times now, so he… mostly… knew his way around.

He decided to head into the library.

Tall bookshelves lined the walls. It was much like Levi’s personal library in his bedroom, but there were even more books. He silently wondered if Levi had read them all… He doubted it, but then doubted his doubt. He crossed his arms, looking around for a bit before realising there really was no way he’d be able to focus on a book. He never really read books anyway, never had the attention span for them.

He stepped out of the library and into the hallway.

“... me… how…?”

“... Eren… good…”

Eren blinked, and he tilted his head to the side.

“Do… to… him…?”

He turned around and realised the noises were coming from Levi’s room. His chest tightened when he realised Armin and Levi were talking about him… Swallowing hard, he took a step closer to the double doors to the master bedroom, but he froze. No. He couldn’t. As much as he wanted to know, he couldn’t eavesdrop… could he?

No.

Eren forced himself to turn his back to the room. He quickly walked down the hallway, not trusting his good judgement to keep up. Even if Levi and Armin were talking about him, he couldn’t eavesdrop…

Contracts were built on trust, and he couldn’t break that.

Although… he couldn’t help but wonder what they were talking about…

Chapter Text

Eren was happily getting used to waking up in the soft bed, but this morning was a little different than usual. While there was the usual gentle sunlight and warm blankets, this time he woke up against Armin, spooning, with one arm hooked around the blond’s waist, pulling him close. He smiled instantly, nuzzling into the blond hair.

Armin chuckled, slipping a hand over Eren’s, “Morning.”

“Mornin’,” he mumbled lazily.

“Eren.”

“Hm?”

Armin suddenly ground his hips back.

Eren’s eyes snapped open, whole body shaking into a state of alertness. He had a boner and it was pressed up against Armin’s ass. He blinked, noticing no discomfort from the blond, he bit his lip and pondered his options. He moved his head and kissed his neck.

Armin gasped, smiling.

Eren began grinding his hips against Armin and his mouth moved over teeth marks, which he realised must have been from Levi’s own mouth…

“That would be too easy,” Armin said in a dangerous voice before he slipped out of Eren’s embrace.

“No!” Eren whined, desperately reaching for the blond, “I hate you.”

Armin blew him a little kiss before turning around, heading into the bathroom.

As much as Eren wanted to be upset, a huge grin formed on his lips and he rolled over. He grabbed a pillow, hugging it tight and nuzzled into that instead. It didn’t take long before Armin showered and stepped back in the room, “I still hate you.”

“Oh?” Armin’s teasing tone was infuriating. “But, what do you want for breakfast?”

Eren looked up at the ceiling and thought about it. “Um, I don’t know. You made awesome pancakes the first morning I was here.”

“Wanna know my secret?”

Eren blinked, looking over to him. “Sure.”

Armin slipped a shirt over his head, “I add the maple syrup to the batter. I use it instead of sugar, and it gives the flavour. But there’s no mess… Levi says the texture and stickiness of maple syrup is disgusting and an abomination.”

Eren laughed, “Of course he would.”

Armin snickered. “So, you want pancakes?”

“Sure?” Eren thought about it, “If it’s not too much work.”

“Nah, pancakes are easy.”

“Then, yeah.”

Eren’s morning routine went by fairly quickly. Usual shower, usual getting dressed, usual walk down the stairs. He found himself getting comfortable with the way his life was. Stepping into the kitchen, he saw Levi at the kitchen table. He half considered giving the man a kiss on the cheek, but after what happened the last two times, he decided against it. They had breakfast, which was amazing pancakes, a bit wider than last time, with some fresh fruits and steaming coffee. He found out Armin actually put maple syrup in his coffee and then Eren was forced into promising not to judge him.

He secretly judged him, just a little.

Afterwords, Levi eventually moved to the living room and took a seat on the couch, and Eren decided to lie down, laying his head in his Dom’s lap. He half expected Levi to push him away or tell him to get off, but there was nothing. If anything, Levi slowly began running his hand through Eren’s hair.

Eren couldn’t help but smile. If this is what all weekends would be like, he was more than happy to comply. “Hey, Sir…”

“Yes?”

“What’s your favourite colour?”

Levi’s hand stopped and he paused. He looked down and just blinked, “What?”

Eren felt his cheeks warm, but he smiled. “What’s your favourite colour, Sir?”

“Why do you care?”

Eren probably would have flinched a couple days ago, but he was somewhat grasping his personality. “I just want to get to know you, Sir… that’s all. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to—you know, in case it’s a secret.”

Levi’s lower lip twitched and he looked away. “Green.”

Eren suddenly sat up and turned so he was facing his Dom, “Me too! I love green, and I just love really bright greens!”

“Dark green,” Levi muttered before looking towards the kitchen. “Armin?”

“Yes, Sir?” the blond called from the other room.

“Remind me to call Marco in a couple hours, will you?”

“Sure.”

Levi turned his head back to Eren.

Eren just grinned and turned around, lying down again, laying his head in his Dom’s lap again. “We both like green.”

“Oh, do we also pronounce some funny words the same way?”

Eren laughed at Levi’s dry tone. He knew it was practically an insult, but he just smiled. “It makes me happy.”

Levi sighed, rolling his eyes. “You’re easy to please, apparently.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Eren tilted his head, “After all, pleasing me is secondary.”

Levi’s lips curved into a soft smile and he brought his hand back to Eren’s head, playing with his hair slowly. “That’s one way to look at it, Pup. Have you always been so optimistic?”

“I think so,” Eren grinned, “Have you always been such a dry realist?”

Levi actually laughed. He shook his head, “Not always, no.” He cupped the back of Eren’s head, lifting it slowly. He crossed his legs, then laid the brunet’s head back in his lap again, closer to his hip this time. He continued to play with the hair and looked up absentmindedly. “One more heavy day at work, tomorrow, then I have a full week off. It’s like a fucking dream, they’re leaving me alone.”

“Taking time off?” Eren blinked, “So, that means you can spend time with us?”

“No, it means I can make use of you,” he corrected. He looked down, and was a little surprised by Eren’s stupid little smile. “You like being useful, don’t you?”

“Of course, it’s my duty.”

“Your sense of purpose?”

“Yeah, it’s,” Eren paused, hearing his phone go off. He sat up and reached into his pocket, seeing a call from ‘Mikasaaa Ackermaaan’ with too many a’s because he put it that way in the eighth grade and he couldn’t bring himself to change it, even when he changed phones. “Excuse me, Sir.”

Levi just nodded.

He flipped his phone open and put it to his ear, “Hey Mikasa, what’s up?”

“Hey, we haven’t talked in a while.”

Eren moved his head back against Levi’s lap, “We texted all yesterday.”

“Not the same.”

Eren just smiled.

“Is Levi there?”

“Yeah,” Eren looked up at the man, “Why?”

Levi looked down, wondering why his sub was looking at him.

“Tell him Annie and I are free tomorrow, we’ll be happy to join you.”

“Huh?” He blinked, “Sure.” He moved his phone away from his mouth, “Mikasa says she and Annie are free tomorrow, and they’re going to join us or something?”

Levi just nodded.

Eren continued to stare at his dom.

Levi smirked, “If you’re expecting an answer, you’re not getting one.”

Eren pouted and focused on his phone. “I told him… So, um, what’s happening tomorrow?”

“Oh, he hasn’t told you? Then, I guess I shouldn’t either.”

“Mikasa!”

“We’ll talk again soon. I’ve gotta go. Bye, Eren.”

“Bye,” he grumbled, closing his phone. He looked up at Levi and almost shrank when he saw a stern expression. Not exactly angry, but serious.

“Eren.”

“Y-Yes, Sir?”

“If I don’t tell you something, it’s because I made the decision that you’re not entitled to know. Got it, Mutt?”

Eren just meeped.

“Asking Ackerman is a way of going around my block.”

Eren thought about it, then nodded. “I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t think of it that way, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Levi sensed the sincerity behind those words and he relaxed a little. He moved his crossed legs apart, “Considering how damn dense your head is, I’ll instil this correction with a spanking.”

“Yes, Sir!” Eren’s eyes sparkled as he sat up.

Levi slapped a hand over his face, “You’re not supposed to be excited by that.”

“But…” Eren wiggled.

Levi rolled his eyes before looking at his sub. “Then I’ll instil the correction with a lack of spanking.”

Eren practically deflated.

Levi gave an amused smile and moved a hand forward, scratching under Eren’s chin playfully.

“You’re… not mad?”

“It’s hard to be mad around you,” Levi admitted with a sour note. “Plus, you’ve learned your lesson… Right?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Good.”

“So,” Eren pursed his lips, tentatively moving to lean on Levi’s side. “Are we… doing anything today?”

“Preferably not, I’m fucking tired.”

Eren smiled.

Levi frowned, “Why the fuck are you so happy all the time?”

“Because…” Eren scratched the back of his head, “I guess, because I’m sort of with you.”

“You’re odd.”

“And you’re not?”

Levi suddenly scowled, “Don’t talk like that to your Dom.”

“Nothing wrong with being odd, Sir,” Eren looked down for a moment before looking back up. He found Levi’s expression completely blank and almost froze when he realise he had no idea how to read it.

“Sorry, you’re right,” Levi reached one hand forward, slipping his arm around Eren’s shoulder and pulled him closer.

Eren was a little confused, but he welcomed the affectionate gesture. “You don’t like being called odd?”

“No…”

“You called me odd.”

“I,” Levi pursed his lips, trying to word his thoughts. “I meant it the way you said it, but when you said it… I don’t know. I’m sorry. I meant nothing wrong by it, Pup.”

He chuckled, “I’m still happy.”

“Why?”

“Because it, kind of, sort of, maybe feels like, you’re sort of, a little, opening up to me… a bit.”

Levi raised an eyebrow, glancing to the brunet. “You haven’t even scraped the surface.”

“That’s okay,” Eren nodded, “Whenever you feel comfortable.”

Levi paused, analysing Eren’s face for some sort of answer but there was none. “What’s wrong with you, anyway?”

A soft chuckle, “Well, it’s just… in my contract, it says I can confide in you and Armin, so… I want you and Armin to feel like you can confide in me too. I mean, I know you guys barely know me compared to how long you’ve been with each other, but… you know…”

“I do know,” Levi looked at him for a moment before he leaned in.

Eren realised what the other was doing, so he closed his eyes, feeling the man’s lips gently move onto his.

Levi carefully kissed Eren before breaking it off. He moved away, looking away, but pulled Eren closer nonetheless.

Eren leaned his head against Levi’s shoulder, smiling like a complete moron, and completely aware that he was smiling like a complete moron. Even though Levi was utterly avoiding eye contact, he couldn’t help but understand that this was Levi’s way. Levi’s way to… being close with someone, to being affectionate with someone. He looked up at his Dom, eyeing the strong jawline, thin lips, steel eyes, before he looked away as well.

From the kitchen, Armin caught a glimpse of the two together. A full smile formed on his lips as he busied himself with stacking dishes. It wasn’t often Levi would get comfortable around someone so quickly… He watched, watched the way Levi was trying to ignore the fact that he was enjoying the moment, while Eren was trying to keep himself calm and quiet not to ruin it. “Adorable,” he whispered before turning around.

The doorbell rang.

Armin walked through the hallways, tilting his head. They weren’t expecting any visitors, but then again random people dropping by was common… Still, usually they would give warning if it was a Sunday. He unlocked the lock and opened the door. He suddenly smiled and dipped his head politely, “Hi, how are--”

“Levi!” Hanji shouted into the home, knowing her booming voice would carry the message along.

Armin flinched from the loud noise. He wasn’t, however, surprised that there was no response.

“How rude!”

Armin chuckled and stepped back, “I’m sure he’s just busy. Can I get you something to drink?”

“Water.”

Armin nodded, “Sure, please come in.”

“Geez, Army,” Hanji sighed, closing the door, “Don’t be so formal with me.”

“Sorry, it’s habit,” he admitted as they walked down the hall to the kitchen. He quickly opened the fridge, grabbing the pitcher of water.

Hanji stepped into the kitchen as well, eyes moving to Eren. “Oh, hi there.”

Eren blinked and looked at Armin, “Uh, hi.”

A sharp gasp came out of Hanji’s mouth and she suddenly slammed him into the wall, “Are you the new sub!?”

Eren meeped, legs turning to jelly. “Y-Yes…”

“Eren, this is Hanji, one of Levi’s old friends.”

“I’m not old!”

“S-Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way!”

Hanji just laughed, taking the glass of water Armin offered. “I’m kidding, sheesh.” She took a sip and looked Eren over. “He’s a sub?”

“Yep,” Armin nodded.

Eren felt a little awkward, being talked about as if he was on display.

“Well,” Hanji offered a hand, “Nice to meet a gorgeous thing like you.”

Eren took the hand and shook it slowly, “It’s nice to meet a beautiful lady like you.”

Armin looked to Hanji, wondering if Eren would be corrected.

But Hanji, comfortable with the grey area ‘she’ existed in, didn’t mind. She sipped her drink and looked over to Armin, “So how has Levi been since I’ve been gone?”

“Not too bad, same as always,” Armin nodded, “How was your trip to meet the… ‘great sage’?”

Eren raised an eyebrow.

Hanji squeezed the glass in her hand, crying out in pure ecstasy. Her free hand was shaking in the air and her cheeks flushed red. “It was wonderful! Shibari dildo hip harnesses! Dragonfly sleeve! Mod pearls! I’ve learned how to modify them all!”

“Um,” Eren looked at her, “What?”

After taking an overly-thoughtful sip of water, she cleared her throat. “One word: Bondage.”

“Oh!” Eren smiled, looking exciting.

Knowing exactly where this was going, Armin’s eyes widened. “H-Hey, nothing too extreme, please!”

“We can do the dragonfly!”

Levi eventually came down the stairs. He knew when he heard Hanji’s voice that he couldn’t leave her alone for too long. When he entered the living room, he was a little surprised to see Eren sitting on the couch, arms behind his back, tied together. He expected Armin, because that was generally who Hanji went for (since it was easy to get Armin to do anything, really). He paused, examining just how Eren’s arms were tied.

Over his chest was a was a criss cross pattern in white ropes; but, behind him, parallel to his spine, was the main attraction. As the rope went down, there was a wide knot every two or three inches. At those knots, the rope extended in both directions, looping around Eren’s arms. The loops started just under his underarm and went down to his wrists, giving the impression of a sleeve.

Levi had seen it before, many times, but his steel eyes glanced to Eren’s wrists.

At the base of the rope was a wide knot, almost like a sphere.

He noted that Eren’s wrists were quite a distance away, almost as if he would be able to lie on his back without getting his arms numb. Tapping his chin twice, Levi figured that was the point and stepped closer. “You’re tying up my boys, Hanji.”

Hanji instantly jumped off the couch and threw both arms around him, picking him up and doing a little twirl. “I’m only tying up one! And his clothes are still on, don’t worry!”

Levi awkwardly hugged back, cringing a little, but making the effort nonetheless.

Eren watched from the couch; he glanced at Armin, noticing a lack of surprise, so he figured this was a usual occurrence.

Levi backed away the first chance he got. “How was your flight?”

“I slept the whole damn time,” Hanji admitted with a grin.

“You didn’t call,” Levi pursed his lips.

“It was only an hour, onto the island. Sheesh, don’t go mother hen on me. Erwin does that enough.”

Levi shrugged, “Fair enough.” His eyes moved to Eren, “Dragonfly sleeve? It looks different.”

Eren stayed quiet as Levi stepped closer, examining him.

“Oh,” Levi noticed the several differences and tilted his head. “How is it, Pup?”

“Comfortable,” Eren nodded. “Like really comfortable.”

Hanji blushed and fanned herself.

Levi smiled, looking over his shoulder. “I like it… Could you teach me?”

Hanji squealed, “Sure!”

After Hanji untied Eren, the four of them moved onto the floor. Eren and Armin both faced forward, giving each other a mixture of glances and chuckling so often. Hanji worked behind Eren, while Levi was following along behind Armin. Levi had done the dragonfly sleeve before; though he wasn’t an expert at it, he had a firm grasp on the knots. Eren was a little impressed.

“So,” Hanji talked as they worked, “Heard about Erwin?”

“Something happen?” Levi paused, looking at her.

“Nothing like that, chill your tits,” Hanji chuckled. “He ended his contract with his slave.”

Levi blinked, “When?”

“Uh, I think two or three days ago? He told me last night when I gave him a call.”

“Oh,” Levi frowned and went back to the rope, “Shame.”

“Um,” Armin looked over his shoulder, “Was that the slave he’s had for two years now?”

Hanji made an ‘mhm’ noise with a nod.

Levi gave a dark chuckle, “Don’t worry.”

“Aha,” Armin blushed, looking away.

Eren grinned at first, then tilted his head. “Slave?”

Hanji looked up at Eren, then glanced over to Levi.

Armin stayed quiet.

Levi found the silence amusing and he smiled. “Depending on your community, there are several different interpretations, but the way we do it is that there are levels of dominance and submission. A Top is with a bottom, which is a very relaxed relationship, only playing with roles in the bedroom. A Dom is with a sub, which is what you and I are, where you consent to be my object for my pleasure. A Master is with a slave, which is also consensual… but the slave is further an object, just a tool. It’s levels of intensity. Some people want more, some want less. As long as both partners consent and are happy, then there are no problems.”

“Oh,” Eren nodded.

“It can get a little… confusing, though. The terms can also be generalised. Bottoms, subs, and slaves are sometimes collectively called ‘subs’, same for their partners. And, of course, there can be ‘bottoms of the relationship’ for people who have nothing to do with D.s. Like I said… it’s overly confusing, and if you talk to someone else from another area, or online, they’ll probably have different definitions, but that’s how we communicate when we talked to each other.

Hanji nodded along, “Switch?”

“And switches,” Levi nodded. “Switches can be at any level, and sometimes they go up and down the levels too.”

Hanji snickered, “I mean we should switch.”

“Sorry?”

“See if you can untie Eren,” Hanji explained, “While I’m going to check if you did it right on Armin.”

“Oh,” Levi frowned at himself before standing. Soon, he switched places with Hanji and began tugging at the ropes, working through the knots.

“Yesterday,” Eren looked over his shoulder, “Armin called you master.”

Armin blinked, “Huh?”

Levi’s fingers paused, “When?”

“When you two were…” Eren cleared his throat, cheeks burning as he remembered Armin riding Levi before his very eyes.

Hanji grinned, knowing whatever was being kept from her was delicious and spicy, but she didn’t intrude.

Levi snickered, hands working again. His fingers were nimble, moving quickly as he undid the ropes, one at a time. “Yes, Armin is my slave, and I am his Master. That is the agreement we decided.”

Armin felt his chest tighten and he looked over to Eren. “We weren’t, you know, hiding it from you… we just, wanted you to get comfortable first.”

Eren grinned, leaning over to smooch the blond. “Geez, you get worried over the little things, huh?”

“Always,” Levi answered on his behalf.

“So,” Eren looked back to his Dom, “If I’m a sub, and he’s a slave… what does that make you, Sir?”

“His Master, and your Dom.” He yanked the ropes very gently, making Eren lean back. He moved his lips next to Eren’s ear, “I’m always in control.”

Eren meeped.

Hanji laughed, “He’s cute.”

“He is,” Levi nodded.

They were tied and untied, and tied again as Hanji taught Levi the new knots. Levi had more trouble with it than he liked, but he seemed to take it in strides, as if it was expected. After half an hour, Armin was untied to serve drinks as they moved to the kitchen table; Eren, however, was left tied up, on his knees, wiggling. Levi said he’d eventually let him go, but at the moment he was more concerned on his guest. “Armin, open the bottle of scotch, would you?”

“Oh,” Hanji raised an eyebrow, leaning on the table across from him. “We’re being fancy today, are we? Here I thought you would just take water… I wonder what the real reason is, Levi?”

“Don’t read into it, as if there’s some fucking message,” Levi made a ‘tsk’ noise. “It’s been a while, that’s all.”

Hanji gave a playful shrug, “Boring answers from boring men.”

Levi’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t exactly seem angry.

“This one, Sir?”

Levi looked to the side, examining the wide bottle of single malt scotch in Armin’s hands. He gave a nod.

Armin nodded, “With ice?”

“Yes.” Levi nodded, “On the rocks, as always.”

“Not for I,” Hanji cleared her throat.

Armin grinned, “Straight up?”

“Good man, remembering my order,” Hanji grinned.

Levi rolled his eyes, “It’s the same thing every damn time.”

“Well of course!” Hanji frowned, “It’s the only real way to enjoy any whisky!”

“Ugh,” Levi waved Armin off as he looked away from Hanji, “Don’t bring that up again.”

Hanji took that as a victory and followed Levi’s gaze. “Oh, he looks so sad.”

“Like a neglected puppy,” Levi agreed.

Hanji laughed, but paused. “Wow, I actually feel bad.”

Levi chuckled and made a ‘come here’ motion with two fingers.

Eren stood up slowly and walked over.

“Sit,” he pointed at the chair next to him, “Face the other way. I’ll untie you.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Eren did as he was told. He felt the bondage loosen around his arms and, surprisingly quickly, the ropes fell to the floor. He rubbed his arm, surprised by the lack of itchiness.

Armin came back in the room with two glasses. They both had the same rich yellow-brown colour, but one of them had ice. He placed that one in front of Levi, and the other one was handed to Hanji.

Hanji took a second to smell the drink before bringing it to her lips. The chilled drink slipped in her mouth and she swallowed. “Ah,” she grinned, looking at her drink. “That’s the good stuff, ne?”

Levi smelled it as well, careful not to swirl it. “Brings back memories, doesn’t it?”

Hanji grinned, nodding. “Oh yeah… Underaged in stuffy pubs, chain smoking cigarettes, shitty bar music.”

Levi snorted, “The good ol’ days,” dry sarcasm not lost on anyone.

Hanji sipped her drink again. “If only Erwin was here.”

Levi gave a nod as he took his first sip. He nodded in appreciation, then looked at the golden liquid. “I haven’t talked to him in a while, now… I wonder how he’s doing.”

“Really?” Hanji tilted her head, “Surprising, since you two have always been so butt-to-butt.”

Levi rolled his eyes.

“Oh come on, it’s so true!” Hanji glanced to the blond, “Armin! Be honest!”

Armin almost jumped and thought about how to answer it diplomatically. “Levi’s only had those sort of interactions with the members of the household due to contracts in a while.”

“Oh,” Hanji glanced to Eren, “That’s right.”

Levi also glanced to the brunet, peering into those green eyes. “Do you know your drinks, Eren?”

“Um,” Eren glanced at him, wanting to impress his Dom but then he just shrinked. “Not really.”

“Ever had scotch before?”

“No, Sir.”

“Ever had any whisky before?”

“Uh, nope.”

Levi offered his glass, “If you want.”

Eren took it carefully. The glass wasn’t as cold as he expected, but he brought it to his lips. He took one sip, then thrust the glass away from his face, coughing, snarling as it burned his throat.

Hanji laughed, and so did Levi as he took the glass back. “Whisky’s an acquired taste, Pup.”

“It tastes like lighter fluid,” Eren made a ‘blech’ noise. “Why would you acquire that?”

Hanji kept laughing, putting her hands over her sides. “I like this one!”

Levi chuckled, sipping his drink. “Scotch has a lot of… underlying flavours. When you get accustomed to it, you can make out the distinct differences in each sip.”

“But,” Eren pouted, “Why would you do that to yourself?”

Hanji threw her head back, giggling like mad before she managed to get herself under control. “Our friend, Erwin, liked it, and he sort of showed us the ropes, in a way. Levi here used to be his favourite.”

Levi shrugged, “We’re talking over ten years ago.” He paused for a moment, eyes aimlessly staring into his cup. “Back when I was working at a record shop… He was the manager, and I needed the job, but kept fucking up because I was a moron. So I pinned him in the back room, got on my knees, and sucked him off for another chance.”

Hanji grinned, snickering to herself.

Armin listened intently, and Eren figured he’d never heard the story either.

“Things… sort of evolved from there…” Levi smiled; it was the smile one could only get from memories, “It’s years, years ago, we’ve changed a lot since then… all three of us. Those days are long gone, but every once in a while… all it takes, really, is a puff of smoke or a glass of scotch, something as small as that, and it takes me back, to when I was younger, stupider, free. We broke every rule just because we could. We had some good times.”

Hanji’s lips curved into a dangerous smile, “Like that time you threw an old lady down the stairs?”

Levi coughed on his drink and placed his glass down, chuckling. “First of all, it was an accident! Second, bitch deserved it.”

“I’m,” Armin tilted his head, “Sorry?”

“She killed my grandpa,” Levi shrugged, “Long-ass story there… But it really was an accident. She didn’t die either, didn’t even break a bone, lucky twat. But that story aside,” he eyed Eren, “They were fun days, back when we were your age,” he suddenly pinched his sub’s cheeks, tugging on it painfully.

“Ow,” Eren winced, thankful when Levi let go.

Hanji tilted her head, “How old are you, Eren?”

“Oh, uh, twenty-one.”

“Oh, nice, exactly ten years,” Hanji looked at Levi. “Why do you always go for the ones that are a lot younger, Levi?”

“I don’t.”

“But you know what I mean,” Hanji crossed her legs, sipping her drink. “Even the people you surround yourself with now are pretty young. Annie, Ackerman, Marco, whatever Marco’s Dom’s name is… I always forget, but yeah, even that Reiss girl. I’m not saying it’s a bad thing or anything, I mean I know you’re still close to Erwee and I, but I’m just wondering why?”

Eren was a little curious who the ‘Rice girl’ was, but didn’t say anything.

“It’s just easier,” Levi shrugged. “The new community is just, more… more, sane. More safe, sane, and consensual, not like the shit for tits we had when we were their age. And everyone who’s older… They just don’t seem like they like the change. Erwin and you do, obviously, but that’s why I still talk to you two, moron.” He took a sip of his drink, then stared at her. “Why?”

Hanji shrugged, looking away. “I’ve been thinking about finding another sub, but… I don’t know, I might try to pull a Ymir.”

Levi snorted, “Fair enough. Whatever you think is best. If you want my opinion, you know what I’m going to say.”

“Boring answers from boring men,” Hanji repeated before a smile formed on her lips. She finished her drink and placed her glass on the table. There was a small silence as she stared at him. “Would you ever go back?”

“What?”

“Would you ever go back… to when we were younger?”

“No.”

“Really?”

Levi nodded, swirling the last bit of his scotch carelessly. “It’s fun… looking back, I mean. Having nostalgia, and just having memories come back to you. But that’s the fucking problem with us humans. When we look back, we either remember how good everything was, or how bad everything was… We just can’t fucking put two and two together. We can never look back and remember both the day to day bullshit we had to put up with as well as the reason why we loved coming home all the fucking time, what made us smile.”

“Fuck,” Hanji rolled her eyes, “Not again.”

Armin laughed, loud.

Levi blinked, “What?”

Hanji looked over to a confused Eren and smiled. “Leevee likes to get philosophical when he drinks scotch.”

Levi snarled, “Shut the fuck up, Hanji.” He sipped the rest of his drink.

Armin tried not to smile as he spoke, “Another glass, Sir?”

“Yeah,” Levi nodded.

Hanji waited for Armin to glance at her before she nodded, “Yes please.”

Armin took the glasses and left.

“I’d never go back,” Levi shrugged. “It was fun, lots of stupid things we did… but we’re older now, and going back would mean being stupider. Even if it’s fun, it’s not a trade off. Plus, I’d have to quit smoking again. And, I’ve fucking got money now.”

Hanji snorted, “And the truth comes out.”

Levi laughed, shaking his head.

“So…” Eren spoke up, but froze when they both looked at him. Ignoring the awkward feeling, he forced himself to speak: “How long have you two known each other?”

“I’ve known this bitch since I was thirteen,” Levi sneered.

Hanji chuckled, “I was sixteen at that time. We met in school, when I bummed a cig’ off of him before class started. We talked a bit every couple of weeks. Then when Levi was sixteen, and I was nineteen, he got into BDSM and we met each other again through that. We got to know each other better when we weren’t always keeping our eye on the time.”

Armin walked back in with the drinks, handing them to the both of them.

“Thanks muffin,” Hanji grinned.

Levi took the glass and nodded, “Thank you, darling.”

Eren raised an eyebrow at the word ‘darling’. The way Levi said it was dripping with sarcasm, and he noticed Armin chuckling. Maybe it was part of Levi’s weird sense of humour.

“So,” Levi looked at her, “What happened to Erwin’s slave? I was surprised, thought they got along… Who called off the contract? Or was it mutual?”

“He called it off, she had her issues… She was a bit too, playful,” Hanji tilted her head to the side. “She liked to dance around the rules, testing the limits. She started seeing it as a game, you know? Problem is, Erwin didn’t. It was just her being disobedient.”

“Hmm,” Levi sipped his drink.

“He gave her chances,” she went on, “He told her it wasn’t a game, and what he told me was that it basically felt like she was acting like a child, and he lost sexual interest in her after it kept going for a while. Then, everything else just crumbled. A forty year old woman acting like a child, weird, huh?”

“She was older than Erwin?” Levi blinked, mildly surprised.

“Just a couple of years,” Hanji shrugged. “She did look good for a forty year old, though… I think, you know, sometimes when a sub dances around the rules, sort of almost crosses the line, it can be fun… but, I don’t know. It’s always risky.”

Levi nodded, “Always. What do you two think?”

Eren blinked; he honestly had no idea.

“I think…” Armin noticed Eren’s distress and grabbed the attention, “That it’s something you should do if you promise to be very conscious of other people. You have to be able to read the other person, catch vibes, I think… I mean, if I did something to Levi… Not that I would, Sir… But, if I did, I think, right away, I could tell if it bothered or excited him. But if that slave did it because she found it fun, despite Erwin telling her it was a one-sided fun, maybe it was just her being selfish… That sounds bad, but, I guess what I want to say is… If it’s going to have an effect on the relationship, you should proceed with caution.”

“Well,” Hanji sipped her scotch, “From what Erwin told me – and I don’t know both sides of the argument, I only know his side – it sounds like she didn’t. Too focused on the fun she was having, maybe.”

“That could break any relationship,” Eren spoke up, instantly regretting it as the three of them looked at him. He was probably a social masochist as well, he realised. “I mean, like, even normal… not-D.s. ones. If you’re just focused on the fun you’re having, you could mess things up even over small things like teasing, or eating your boyfriend’s ice cream or something.”

“Fair point,” Levi nodded.

“Geez,” Hanji shook her head, “Where do you find these subs? What’s your secret?”

Levi snorted, but didn’t answer.

A couple more glasses of scotch had been consumed before Hanji finally left. The three of them migrated back to the living room. Eren sat on the couch and Armin took the seat next to him, leaning into the brunet slightly. Levi stepped in and sat across from them.

“Oh,” Armin spoke up, “Don’t forget to call Marco.”

“That’s right,” Levi grumbled and pulled out his phone. He entered his passcode with his thumb, tapping on the screen, before he went to contacts, favourites, Marco Bodt. He put his phone to his ear. Waiting for a moment, “Hey, it’s Levi.”

Eren slipped an arm around Armin’s waist, pulling him a little closer.

“I was just wondering if you got my email?” Levi paused, “It wasn’t a big deal, just compiled some links… No, I already had the data… All I did was forward it to you… Marco, if you thank me one more time I’ll castrate you.” He frowned, “Do you honestly not care if I chop off your genitals?… I’m hanging up now. Goodbye. No, I won’t wait. Bye.” He moved his phone away, hitting ‘end call’. He tossed his cell to the side, frowning, “Useless.”

Armin chuckled.

Eren blinked, “Was that for work?”

“Sort of,” Levi paused, wondering how to explain it. “Marco’s a designer, we sell his stuff. He doesn’t work for me, though. He wants to do something risky, so I compiled some links and images that I thought would help him.”

“Uhuhh,” Armin nodded his head with a grin.

Levi frowned, “Yes.”

“Okay, I guess,” Armin grinned.

“Are you implying something?”

Eren tensed, glancing to the blond.

He gave a playful shrug, “Hmmm, I don’t know… Maybe, it might sound like you spent a lot of time putting everything together. You know, being the good guy you are.”

Levi’s jaw twitched and his steel eyes narrowed. “You’ve lost your right to speak for the day, and you will do all of Eren’s remaining chores. Do you understand me?”

Using a hand to cover his chuckle, Armin nodded, wide grin on his face.

“Go, you fucking Mutt.”

Armin nodded and got up, promptly leaving.

Levi frowned and glanced over to Eren. Seeing a smile on his face too, his frown deepened into a scowl. “Why the fuck are you so happy?”

Eren jumped a little, wiggled a bit in his seat. “I’m, just, always happy, Sir.”

“Freak.”

Eren got up and slowly walked over. He hesitated for a moment, but he straddled Levi’s hips. He noticed the shock and surprise on his Dom’s face, but saw no dislike or anger. So he leaned down, pressing their lips together.

Levi broke the kiss, but didn’t move away. “I’m surprised you’re taking initiative, Eren. You still seem like you’d shit your pants if I got too close.”

Eren chuckled, moving his butt from side to side over Levi’s lap, “Well you had me tied up for like, an hour… It worked me up a bit, Sir.”

Levi moved his head back and brought a finger up. He poked Eren’s nose, laughing at the startled expression over his sub’s face. “It’s in our contract: No sex after I consume alcohol, Pup.”

Eren blinked, “But that was like three glasses, you don’t seem drunk”

“Scotch is heavy,” Levi shrugged. He knew he wasn’t drunk, but he didn’t stray from the rules. “That bottle was sixty percent alcohol.”

Eren tried to frown, but ended up pouting.

Levi chuckled silently and looked into those green eyes. “It’s dangerous… I have looser limits with Armin, but that’s because we’ve been together for a long time; he trusts me and I trust him.”

“You don’t trust me, Sir?”

“I want to,” he admitted. “I’m sure you’re trustworthy, I’m just not a trusting person.”

Eren smiled, slipping off of Levi’s lap and into the seat next to him. He slowly leaned on Levi, expecting to be pushed away, but was happy when he wasn’t. In his head he mulled over what Levi said, about trust, and thought back to when they first met, how Levi said he’d been in D/s for so long that he had enough ‘hassles’ in his life.

He knew 'hassles' was just a euphemism for something, and he didn’t really want to think of what that was.

Eren looked up at Levi and tilted his head. “So, that um… Marco guy, he was your sub once, right?”

Levi blinked, not expecting that question, “Yes.”

“So… did he work as a designer when he was with you, or how did that happen?”

“No, it mostly happened afterwards,” Levi slipped an arm over Eren’s shoulder. “He was a small time guy, mostly just modifying outfits, doing fix ups or size stretches, but after he lived with me and got to see the high class idea, he ended up sketching some ideas. I happened on them when he was moving out, and we talked about his possible chances in the future. We kept in touch, and I wasn’t that surprised when he actually got his designs made. He’s brilliant, really.”

Eren listened to the story and smiled, “So you kept in touch because he was a fashion guy, or because he was your sub?”

“Both?” Levi pondered over the question, tilting his head ever so slightly. “I guess… in a way, it was both. I generally do keep in contact with most subs, just because they’re part of the community. Though, if they leave the community, I generally lose touch with them. I don’t know. The fashion part of it was just extra, I guess. I ended up hooking Marco up with his Dom, Jean, when Jean was looking for a sub.”

“Oh,” Eren blinked, “Because Jean used to be a sub, but then he wanted to try being a Dom?”

Levi paused, glancing over to Eren. “How do you know that…?”

“Ah, I uh,” Eren meeped, “Armin told me.”

Levi looked away, trying to hide the fraction of a smile that was fighting to stay on his face. “I don’t mind if Armin told you, I was just surprised, that’s all. Yes, Jean and Marco were both my subs at one point, months apart though. When Jean decided to try being a Dom, he talked to me a lot. He was constantly worried about abusing his power… and probably smart to be worried about that. It’s too fucking easy to be selfish as a Dom, even more as a Master.”

“Sounds tough,” Eren muttered.

“Maybe. I started as a sub myself… I think they’re equally tough and demanding, they just require different things. As a sub, a lot of it is physical work, and being able to control your body. You have to learn to relax, even if your mind and body understand that being tied up and hanging from the ceiling is not a normal position. As a Dom, you have to learn how to read people. You need to understand that your pleasure is first, to an extent. If your sub doesn’t want to sing in the shower about making you cum a fountain, then you’re doing something wrong.”

Eren chuckled, thinking about it. “I always figured being a Dom was tough, but I never really thought of it as a really… human, social, sort of thing.”

“It depends on the Dom,” Levi pursed his lips for a moment. “When I was a sub, I had a couple of Doms. Some honestly did not give a shitstain if I enjoyed getting him off or not. Some of them tried to get me to sign contracts which did not allow me to end the contract, at all. Like I said before… it was a different time.”

Eren thought back to the conversation with Hanji and he smiled. “You’re… pretty cool.”

“What?”

“You’re pretty cool,” Eren grinned, nudging his Dom playfully.

Levi raised an eyebrow, then shrugged. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, Pup. Enough questions about me… I feel like today’s an interrogation. Tell me about you.”

“M-Me?” Eren’s eyes widened and he blinked about four times. “Me, Sir?”

“Yeah.” Levi watched Eren’s expression. “I want to know more about you, too.”

“I’m… I’m not that exciting,” Eren moved away a bit. He scratched the back of his neck and thought about what to say. “I grew up in a small town, about half an hour by car away from this city. I moved here when I moved in with Mikasa, which was two years ago. That’s all.”

Levi took the moment to wonder if it was a wise question to ask, but he was curious and decided it was in his interest to know anyway. “And, your parents?”

Eren visibly stiffened.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want, Pup.”

Eren smiled softly. Something about being given the choice just made him feel all the more inclined to tell his Dom. “It’s not a big deal… I… Well, my dad’s a scientist, well a researcher. He works in disease control, and deals with that kinda stuff. My mom’s a psychiatrist but she stopped working at a hospital and now she teaches at the university there. She teaches post-doctorate courses, and my dad’s a big hot-shot in the science world too… They’re… successful.”

Levi nodded slowly, understanding where this was going. “I assume they wanted the same for you?”

“Yeah…”

“I see,” Levi nodded, “And you didn’t?”

“Well, no… I mean yes, I mean, wait,” he paused, “I mean I wanted it too is what I meant.” Great, he was back to a blabbering in front of his Dom, again. “I wanted to go to school, start a career, make a name for myself. Not in sciences, but I always figured I’d get a doctorate. I was on my way to doing it, too. I had good grades, scholarships, and my family had the money. They were also huge on education, so they would have sacrificed anything… In some ways, it was all on a silver platter. Some part of me is just pissed off… I had what so many other people want, and what so many people are working so hard for, and I guess… I sort of threw it away… Sorry, I’m going on and on and on.”

Levi smiled, “It’s fine… I’m curious though. You had everything you needed, including the drive and motivation to do it… what went wrong?”

Eren sighed, shaking his head. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“Well, I kind of do… but, it just feels, it feels like we fought over such stupid stuff, that I feel so ashamed about it,” Eren frowned. “When I was fifteen, I had a boyfriend. He was twenty-one.”

Levi raised an eyebrow, “So you’ve always been into older guys?”

“Always,” Eren laughed, scratching the back of his head as he stared into his lap. “I always liked older guys… But, I don’t know. Now that I’m twenty-one… it feels like, why would I ever date a fifteen year old?” He looked at Levi, “Do you feel that way about me sometimes?”

“No,” Levi said plainly. “Even if by math it isn’t, I think there’s a bigger difference between fifteen and twenty-one than there is between twenty-one and thirty-one. Just look at it from a biological point of view. Puberty, brain development, the list goes on. Sure, I have more experience than you… but you’re as mature as you’ll get. Plus, fifteen is a… weird age for an adult to take interest in. It’s below the age of consent.”

“That’s what my parents said,” Eren nodded. “So, they made me break up with him… Or, at least, as far as they were concerned.”

The older male snickered, “You would.”

“I loved him…” Eren said the words and felt the sour aftertaste of them. “Looking back, he was kind of a manipulative ass. I don’t know… But I had this self-righteous annoying teenager mindset. I was sure that they made me break up with him because he was a boy, even though they’re totally cool with gays, and I was just a bratty teenager who sort of ruined everything and then they found out I was still seeing him… It just got worse as I went along. If I could go back, knowing what I know now, and redo it all… I would.”

“Well, I think annoying teenager mindsets are a rite of passage.”

Eren chuckled, nodding, “Maybe, Sir.”

“And your relationship with your parents now?”

Eren scratched his cheek. “Well, I mean after all that happened things sort of went well. I mean, I call them on their birthdays, and they call me on mine, but… it’s not much more than that.”

Levi listened. “Do you want to talk to them again? I mean, really talk to them again?”

Eren moved away and moved his legs onto the couch; he ended up lying down, resting his head in Levi’s lap as he did this morning, staring up at the ceiling. “Not really… I think I’d just have to explain my relationship to them… Explain why I’m living as a thirty-one year old man’s housewife. I don’t think it’ll go over well.”

“I see.”

Eren looked at his Dom, “Why all the questions?”

“Nothing.”

Eren paused, wondering if there was some ulterior motive. “You’re not going to make me talk to them are you?”

“No,” Levi shuddered. “I don’t want to explain to two highly-educated, upper-middle class parents why their son with such a bright future has decided to reduce himself to be my maid, with sexual favours on the side, either.”

Eren snorted and closed his eyes.

Levi ran his hand through Eren’s hair, as he had that morning.

Eren smiled, mentally noting how he could get used to this…

Chapter Text

Contrary to what people believed, seven o’clock on a Monday morning was relatively calm at the cafe. It was past the time the early birds grabbed a cup to go before heading off to work, and those going to work at eight usually stopped by at seven thirty. There were the occasional busy customer, but it was only half as hectic as it would be in the afternoon. The customers were usually store owners, taxi drivers, bus drivers, or people who woke up too early for their own good and had time to kill.

As usual, the air was heavy with the smell of freshly ground coffee beans of the ‘blue bird’ variant. There was nothing blue about them, though. It had a strong, robust flavour without much bitterness, and they seemed to be generally popular, if sales were anything to go by.

There was also the sweetness of steamed milk and cocoa, the warm air of freshly baked baguettes, honey glazed and crunchy exterior, warm white fluff on the inside, and croissants of all flavours—butter, chocolate, almond, cheese—lined up behind the display glass.

Along the back wall were white tea cups hung high, as decoration.

Out front was the special written in chalk on the blackboard.

There was music in the background, a soft female voice, slow strumming of a wavy steel guitar. It was a lazy song, something close to country but with a more pop-esque chord pattern.

Despite telling everyone he hated country songs, Jean found himself humming along to the tune.

It was an exception.

Jean moved his head back, dodging the steam from the espresso pump. He added in the steamed milk, swirling it in slowly. “Medium latte, to go, extra foam!” He popped the lid on the cup and put it on the counter. He turned to the next customer and smiled, “Morning sunshine.”

“I’ll fucking cut you.”

Standing in front of him was a blonde with short hair and icy blue eyes.

Jean covered his mouth with his hand, but failed to cover up his laugh as he walked over to the counter. “Usual order?”

Annie just gave a nod.

Jean moved to the register, punching it in. “You’re up pretty early, though.”

Annie patted her black leather shoulder bag and sighed, “Mhm. Gonna try to get some studying done before work.”

Jean winced, “Full-time worker, full-time student, and full-time punching bag for Mikasa. I don’t know how you do it… ”

Annie did not smile, even if she found it a little amusing. “Coffee. That’s how I do it. Hurry up.” She glanced over to the glass counter, “Oh, and one of those breakfast sandwiches.”

Jean nodded, “Four nine’y-five.”

Annie grabbed her wallet, slipping out a five dollar bill and placing it on the counter. “Keep the change. I don’t like nickels.”

“Thank you,” Jean smiled and popped out the cash drawer before slipping the bill in and adding five cents to the tip jar. He closed the register then quickly got to work. He watched Annie go to the table on the far side, making a note of it as he turned around. He grabbed one of the baguette sandwiches and put it in the toaster oven. He turned it on and then moved to start the drink.

Two shots of espresso, equal amount of steamed milk, a dash of chocolate syrup and one quick stir.

“Annie,” he called out as he added a dollop of whipped cream onto the wide cup.

Annie walked over, grabbing the cup carefully. “That was quick.”

“You did say hurry,” he smiled.

Annie just nodded, “Thanks.”

Jean glanced to the toaster oven, knowing it would be a couple more minutes, so he had time to serve the next customer. Speaking of, when he glanced to the counter, all he saw was a tuft of red hair. He walked over and stretched to look over the counter to see a young boy, probably around ten or eleven. “Hey young guy!”

The kid instantly frowned, “I’m not young!”

“Oops,” Jean played along, “My bad. What can I get you?”

“Um… a small hot chocolate.”

Jean tilted his head, “Do you want a kid’s hot chocolate?”

“I’m not a kid!”

“Me neither, but I always order it. It’s not as hot, so I don’t have to wait for it to cool down, and…” He looked left, then right, before leaning down and bringing a hand up to hide his mouth, as if telling a secret, “It’s also a little sweeter!”

The kid’s eyes went wide and he nodded, “Okay! I want that!”

After telling him the cost, taking the bill, and giving the change, he quickly made the drink. He glanced over to the next customer and stopped what he was doing.

Short black hair, rich dark brown eyes, freckled face, dressed up in a black polo shirt and dark grey skinny slacks, outfit completed by a rusty silver locket in the shape of a heart around his neck. “You know, you’re kind of cute with kids.”

Jean leaned on the counter. “He said he wasn’t a kid.”

Marco leaned forward, kissing the tip of Jean’s nose.

Jean’s face burst into a grin and he tilted his head. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I gotta head to Rivaille today,” Marco smiled, “Figured I’d stop by since I was early.”

As if on cue, the toaster oven beeped and Jean had to turn around. “Annie’s here,” he said as he used tongs to grab the sandwich and place it on a small white plate.

“Oh,” Marco looked around, instantly noting the books on her table. “She’s studying though, probably shouldn’t bother her.”

“I’m sure you could say hi,” Jean pointed out. He knew Annie always waited for her sandwich to cool, so he figured he had some time. “What can I get you?”

“Hmm, something sweet?”

“Okay.”

Marco turned his head, knowing Jean would not let him pay—even though he wanted to support the place his boyfriend worked at—but he was too happy to argue. He walked over to the table by the far wall and offered a smile, “Annie.”

Annie looked up, a little surprised. “Hey.”

“Hey, mind if I take a seat?”

“Of course not,” she shrugged, pretending not to care. “I’m not supposed to see you for another hour.”

Marco chuckled, sitting at the table. “Sorry.” He noticed Annie’s smile and wasn’t surprised she didn’t say anything. “Studying hard?”

“Mhm,” Annie focused on her book, “The semi permeable molecular characteristics of the blood-brain barrier.”

Marco winced, “What is that for?”

“Fourth year course,” Annie grumbled, “It’s required to specialise… which makes no sense, because I’m not going into neurology, but it’s a general requirement for all branches of biology.” Her light blue eyes glanced up, “Sorry, I’m ranting.”

“It’s okay. It’s good to vent!”

“The exam isn’t until Friday, but I’m going to have to study all week. I don’t get any of this.”

Marco bit his lip, looking worried.

She snorted and looked back to her book, “Don’t worry. Mikasa gets it, she’ll probably tutor me.”

“Breakfast sandwich with the small salad for you,” Jean placed the plate down then placed another one down in front of Marco, with a drink. “And a mocha and butter croissant for you.”

Marco grinned, “Thanks.”

Jean glanced around quickly before leaning down, pressing their lips together for a short kiss.

“Ugh,” Annie rolled her eyes.

Marco whispered an apology, cheeks warming slightly as he glanced away.

Jean raised an eyebrow, “Sheesh, you really are in a bad mood.”

Annie chuckled, actually laughing, before moving her right fringe out of her eyes, tucking it behind her ear. “Sorry.”

Marco notice Jean glancing over his shoulder, so he looked in the direction. He realised his boyfriend was checking for customers, so he looked back at Annie. His hand moved up, fingers playing with the heart-shaped necklace he was wearing.

Annie looked at him, eyes dropping to his neck. “You still wear that thing?”

“Of course!” Marco grinned, “Jean bought it for me.”

“As a joke,” Jean reminded. “It was two bucks and it was in the teenage girl section!”

“But,” Marco frowned, “You bought it for me anyway.”

“As a joke!”

Annie tried not to laugh and ended up bringing up a hand to cover her mouth as she silently chuckled.

“I still like it,” Marco mumbled. He suddenly shifted, eyes lighting up, “Oh! I found fourteen today.”

Annie rolled her eyes, ignoring the kisses. She didn’t realise they were both looking at her for a full minute before she blinked. “What?”

Marco looked worried, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” she shrugged, “Usual issues with Mikasa, I guess. But it’s fine. We’re actually going to Lolfa tonight.”

Jean whistled.

Marco grinned, “Wow!”

Annie eyed him and raised a thin eyebrow. “You can go whenever you want.”

“No I can’t, I gotta save up…” Marco pursed his lips, “I don’t… want to deal with, you know…” He took a shaky breath, “Autumn.”

Jean laughed, loud. “Geez, can you talk some sense into him? He’ll be a nervous wreck in ten minutes if you don’t.”

Annie sipped her drink, giving a little nod as she did.

Jean noticed a customer walk in and he moved away from the table.

“Marco, you know you’re not going to magically go broke during fall, right? It’s just a season with lower sales anyway.”

“I know… but, as a designer, having a season you have a record for only being decent is a bad thing. You need to be well rounded… You have so many more possibilities if you can be good at everything, compared to if you’re great at something and only okay at another thing…”

“Dude, shut up,” Annie sipped her drink again. “If it was summer or winter, sure, even spring would have been fine… but autumn? Fuck it. You can sell winter jeans in autumn anyway, at least in this city. We’re not even near autumn.”

Marco sipped his mocha, tasting extra chocolate flavour.

“Plus, those scarves you made last year were cute,” she pointed out.

“Hmm, yeah… I liked those. They were a bit annoying since manufacturers hated them.”

“But they were good quality,” Annie countered, “So even if it cost more, it was a huge selling point.”

“I guess, yeah…” Marco sighed, “I guess I’m just nervous.”

“Wow. Jean wasn’t kidding. You will turn yourself into a wreck.” She looked at him, then chuckled. “Relax, moron.”

“Okay, okay,” Marco smiled, “I’ll try.”

After that, they went to eating their food and sipping their drinks. Annie was mostly focused on her books, flipping page after page as she tried to retain whatever the hell she was supposed to. Her blue eyes eventually flicked up. While Marco wasn’t loud, he wasn’t the silent type either.

Marco was watching. His brown eyes on Jean, watching his boyfriend make another drink. His lips had the gentlest of smiles.

“You’re gushing.”

Marco blinked, looking back at her. “What?”

“Over Jean.”

“Well,” Marco pouted, “You do it to Mikasa.”

Annie blinked, “I do?”

“Whenever you think she isn’t looking, yeah.”

Annie paused, giving a little nod, “Huh…”

“So, have you…?”

“No.”

“Still?”

Her blonde hair moved over her eyes again and she frowned. She pushed it away and glanced to Marco. “Two years, still haven’t said it.”

“But… Mikasa knows, I’m sure.”

“Oh,” Annie nodded, “I know. She exists on non-verbal communication. I know she knows, still…”

Marco offered a smile, “Yeah…”

“Ooo, fancy!” Eren looked over his shoulder.

“Not really,” Armin chuckled as he put the triangles of crustless bread together. “They’re just cucumber sandwiches… Here,” he picked one up and handed it over his shoulder.

Eren grabbed it, feeling the fluffy white bread slices before he took a bite. Chewing, his eyes widened. The flavours rushed over his tongue and moved to his soul, petting it gently and wings grew out of his back and he went to heaven and redesigned the pearly gates to vibrant pink. Or at least that’s how it happened in his head.

“How is it?”

Eren tried to talk, but that was also the moment he tried to swallow—he ended up coughing, bringing up his arm to cover his mouth.

A piece of slightly chewed bread, however, landed splat on Armin’s cheek and the blond just blinked. “You’re so sexy Eren, I get ten boners a day from you.”

After chewing and swallowing, his green eyes widened. “Really?”

Wiping off the bread bit from his face, Armin rolled his eyes, “No.”

Eren suddenly deflated and shoved the rest of the sandwich in his mouth to feel better.

Realising what he did, Armin couldn’t help but laugh. “Usually you do, Eren. Not just ten boners a day, eleven boners a day… but not when you spit food on my face.”

Eren meeped and kept chewing.

Armin’s blue eyes noticed how puffy Eren’s chewing cheeks were (he really did shove the whole sandwich in his mouth) and he couldn’t help but lean up and kiss those big cheeks.

Swallowing, Eren smiled and leaned down, kissing Armin’s cheek in return.

“So, you like it?”

“Hell yeah,” Eren grabbed another piece. “What are in these things?”

“It’s a cucumber sandwich, Eren.”

“I’ve never had one before…”

Armin watched the brunet shove the triangle in his mouth and he smiled. “Well it’s bread, and cucumbers, and there’s a bit of a cream cheese thing… well it’s cream cheese, a touch of mayonnaise, onion salt, lemon pepper, garlic powder, Worcest—Eren!”

After Eren shoved his fourth sandwich in his mouth, he paused.

“It’s supposed to be lunch for the three of us,” Armin did his best to frown. He wanted to giggle away, but he was trying to be stern, though the corners of his lips were shaking upward.

Eren chewed and swallowed before licking his lips. “Sorry. It was just really tasty… You should make more.”

Armin’s frown broke and a wide grin replaced it. “Okay…” He turned around and began grabbing more sliced bread.

“So… if it’s lunch for the three of us,” Eren tilted his head, “Levi’s coming home soon?”

“Mhm,” Armin began slicing off the crust, “We’ve got plans for tonight, but I’m under orders not to tell you.”

Eren pouted, grabbing another sandwich to make himself feel better. He shoved it in his mouth, enslaving the divine cucumber creature with his jaw. He watched as Armin made more, noticing the smile on the blond’s face as he worked. He remembered Armin telling him something about how he liked cooking. Making cucumber sandwiches wasn’t ‘cooking’… but, it was making food, which was probably what Armin meant.

“You’re quiet, should I be worried?”

“Huh?”

Armin added a spoon of cream cheese to a small, clear bowl and began adding the other ingredients before smoothing them together. “I always wonder what you think about when you get quiet.”

Eren tilted his head, “Why?”

“I don’t know,” Armin shrugged, “I guess I’m just wondering what’s going on inside your head. You always seem to say something totally random that I can’t help but wonder what the connection is.” He glanced over to Eren and smiled, “It’s not a bad thing.”

“Oh,” Eren scratched the back of his head. He wasn’t sure how to take it, but if Armin said it wasn’t a bad thing then it probably wasn’t. “Well, to be honest, my head’s kinda full with stupid thoughts.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know,” he looked to the side.

Armin spread the cream cheese mix over the pieces of bread and chuckled.

“Huh?”

“You’re weird…” Armin nodded, “I hope I don’t sound mean when I say I like that. You’re… easy to be around, sort of. Well, what I mean is… It’s a compliment.”

Eren was about to speak when he noticed the faintest tint of red on Armin’s cheeks. He grinned, leaning forward and smooching that blush.

Armin swallowed hard, a smile forming on his lips. He added the cucumber slices, and then the other piece of bread and the sandwiches were complete. “Levi will be home soon, so we can probably leave these here. And not eat them all.”

Eren chuckled, “So what should we do?”

Armin opened his mouth to speak… then his blush turned redder. “I… have an idea.”

Eren swallowed hard.

He moved back, to a part of the kitchen counter that wasn’t being used. He hopped up, taking a seat on it, spreading his legs a little.

Eren understood immediately. He closed the distance, moving himself between those knees. He looked up as he slipped both arms around the blond’s waist, pulling them close to each other.

Armin moved some of Eren’s dark brown hair out of his eyes, leaning down.

Eren took in a shaky breath through his nose. His green eyes closed slowly and he tilted his head back, welcoming the lips that slid against his. He felt his knees wiggle and he smiled into the kiss slowly. He reminded himself to breathe because he felt his chest quiver. He kept his eyes shut, not daring to break the moment. He couldn’t help but think about how it was the first time Armin was really letting him.

No teasing.

No games.

It was actually happening.

Armin felt his cheeks warm; he moved his arms around Eren’s neck, deepening the kiss. He licked the seam of their lips, but when he didn’t give access he smirked into the kiss, grating his two front teeth against Eren’s lower lip.

With a muffled chuckle, Eren opened his mouth, sliding his tongue forward. He felt his breath hitch in his throat as his tongue brushed against Armin’s. He told himself to calm down and he moved slowly, naturally, letting it happen. He was a little jealous of the fact that Armin was sitting on the countertop, though… his knees were wiggling, going weak, but he kept his footing, for now.

Armin made a little noise into the kiss, a happy noise, adorable but muffled. He broke the kiss, keeping his eyes closed, taking in a deep breath, before pushing their mouths together again.

Eren shivered, feeling the warmth against his lips. He continued to breathe through his nose, taking in the sweet strawberry scent of Armin’s soap. It was oddly… fitting. He couldn’t explain it, but it just seemed right. His hands, around Armin, moved slowly, eventually moving down. One hand cupped Armin’s ass and Eren felt his cheeks burn. He didn’t know what it was about Armin that made him that way. He’d been with lots of guys. With his three previous Doms, and casual Doms, he’d also had normal sex, especially with cute twinks. He’d been with Armin’s type before… but there was just, something, something was different.

Different, and good.

He tried to work it out, but as he felt another teasing grate of teeth, he broke his mouth away, keeping his eyes closed as he frowned. “If you keep that up, I’ll have to do something about it…”

“Oh?” Armin grinned, also keeping his eyes closed. He could feel Eren’s warm breath and it made him bite his lip, “Gonna punish me? Now that Levi’s not home, you’re gonna try to take control?”

“Well,” Eren smirked, “I’m a sub, you’re a slave… doesn’t that mean I’m above you?”

Armin laughed, legs moving around Eren’s body, pulling him closer. “Is that how you think it is?”

“Well, that’s how it works. I’m not a Dom, but I’m more dominant than you are.” Eren captured Armin’s lips for a quick kiss, “Right?”

“You’re adorable, Eren.”

Eren opened his eyes, frowning. “What’s that supposed to mean.”

Armin opened his eyes too, moving his head back, “Don’t worry about it, okay?”

“But–”

Before Eren could speak, they both heard footsteps.

“There you two are,” Levi stepped in, steel eyes noticing their position. “I called out, no one responded I… I hope I didn’t interrupt anything.”

“No Sir!” Armin chimed, “I made lunch.”

“Wonderful,” Levi nodded.

Eren just swallowed hard, cheeks burning as he quickly dashed away mumbling something about ice water.

Levi glanced to Armin, “Am I going to get an explanation?”

“Well,” Armin chuckled, “Considering it’s Eren… I wouldn’t know where to start.”

Levi’s lips curved into a subtle smile. “I see. Eren.”

Sipping on his drink, Eren glanced over to his Dom. He moved the glass away. “Yes, Sir?”

“We’re going to have lunch, then I just need a quick chat with you.”

“Oh no,” Eren whispered, “What did I do?”

Levi chuckled. He walked over to the brunet and moved his hand under Eren’s chin, scratching it playfully. “Nothing, Pup. I just wanted to ask some questions… We have plans for later tonight, after all. I want to make sure everything goes smoothly, that’s all.”

“Okay,” Eren sipped the cold drink again, glancing to Armin for some kind of answer.

Armin just chuckled, hopping off the counter. “I made cucumber sandwiches… Eren likes them a lot apparently, so I had to make more.”

Levi nodded, moving over to the kitchen table. “Eren, make some coffee, would you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Eren knew the inner-Eren wanted to devour the sex sandwiches like a starving pig, but he was in front of Levi, and he did his best not to look like an utter savage in front of the man. He had very slow, careful bites, timed chewing seconds, then he swallowed. Rinse, repeat. When they were done, he was told to do the dishes with Armin and then come up to their room. Eren noticed that Levi didn’t seem very ‘hurhurhur’ so he guessed it wasn’t sex related.

Which was both disappointing and a relief.

Going up the stairs, Eren poked his head in the bedroom he shared with Armin and cleared his throat. “Sir?”

Levi was standing at the centre of the room, arms crossed. He looked up and to the side, “Eren. May I go through your things?”

“Huh?”

“Your things,” he motioned to the suitcases. “May I go through them?”

Eren nodded, “You’re my Dom, Sir. Of course.”

“Our contract’s not permanent,” Levi reminded him, “You came here with shit from before, and… if you leave, you’ll be taking it with you. Your stuff is your own, and if you don’t want me going through it then that’s fine. We’ve only known each other for a short while, anyway. I’m asking permission, Eren.”

Eren didn’t know why, but his cheeks flushed. Whenever Levi asked (as opposed to ordered), he felt strange butterflies in his chest. Maybe it was because most of his other Doms were just so… unnecessarily dominant. He looked at Levi, thinking back to what Armin told him once… Levi was a–

“Eren,” Levi snapped, “Don’t just zone out.”

“Sorry, Sir!” he used his outside voice, then put a hand over his mouth. Speaking again, he whispered, “Sorry Sir. You can go through my things.”

“Anything I should avoid?”

“Sorry?”

“One of my subs had a journal once, a diary. He told me not to go through it, so I didn’t. You are choosing to submit to me, Eren. You are consenting and making the decision to be my tool; you still have your right to privacy – if you want it.”

“Oh,” Eren nodded slowly. “You can go through it all, really. I don’t have anything private with me. Can I ask why you want to go through it, though?”

“You’re going to need to change,” Levi said simply as he opened up the suit case. “Let’s see if we can find some nice clothes to go out in public.”

“Public?”

“We have dinner plans,” Levi muttered, “With Mikasa and Annie. We’re going to a nice restaurant. Don’t get me wrong, I think you have a cute fashion sense. Your ripped jeans make you look like a whore, your shirts make you look like a caveman, and your disgusting vests make you look like a fifty year old math teacher who’s only teaching because he lost his dream job from a sex scandal.”

“Um…” Eren blinked twice, “What?”

“Nothing.”

“Okay. So… is that what Mikasa called about yesterday?”

“Yeah,” Levi suddenly paused, looking up. “All your clothes are ugly, but I like them. Eren…”

Eren suddenly felt his chest tighten.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Y-Yes, S-Sir…”

Levi noticed the nervousness and couldn’t help but smile. “I’m just wondering why you’re still living out of a suitcase… You’ve been here for a while now. You do know you can put your clothes in the drawers, right?”

“Right!” Eren shouted, looking around.

“Eren…”

“Y-Yes, Sir?”

Levi crossed the distance, tilting his head to the side. “I want you to feel at home here… if you’re not comfortable enough–”

“N-No, that’s not it,” Eren chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “It just… never crossed my mind. Armin told me, and I remember saying I would do it in the morning, but I guess it just sort of slipped my mind.”

Levi raised an eyebrow, then shook his head. “You’re something.”

“I guess I really am, huh?”

“Yeah.”

Ten minutes passed. Levi chose a dark blue buttoned up shirt and a pair of black jeans; he also decided to go for dark green underwear, even though it wouldn’t affect Eren’s appearance. Eren silently wondered if it was because he just wanted to make Eren change underwear, in some kind of weird dominance way? As he slipped on his clothes, he paused, remembering that dark green was Levi’s favourite colour.

He grinned.

He took everything out of his suitcases, the big one and the small one, and began putting his clothes in the drawers. He put his laptop, which he hadn’t opened in a week, on the desk with the needed cords. He made sure his clothes and things was somewhat organised, knowing Levi would probably get pissed if it was the usual mess Eren had.

“Hey.”

Eren blinked, looking over his shoulder. He smiled, “Hey.”

Armin looked him up and down, then nodded, “You look nice.”

“Thanks, Levi picked it out,” Eren glanced down at himself and then back to the blond. “So… if Levi says my clothes are ugly but he likes them, what does that even mean?”

“Well,” Armin made a serious face, “I’ve got no idea.” A grin formed on his face and he shrugged, “Your guess is as good as mine.”

Eren gave a little whine and sighed.

Armin crossed the distance between them and frowned. “Eren, your buttons… You haven’t done them right, they don’t match.”

Eren blinked, glancing down, “Really?”

“Oh, you’re hopeless,” Armin grinned, going on his tippy-toes to smooch Eren’s cheek before he quickly undid every button. “Just leave it to me, okay?”

“Okay,” Eren felt his cheeks warm. “I’m… I’m not annoying, am I?”

Armin’s fingers stilled, blue eyes looked up. “Huh?”

“I mean… you’re always taking care of me, always looking after me, fixing my mistakes…” Eren looked down, “I kind of feel like a bad sub, you know? I mean, I’m grateful for everything you’re doing, I mean that, Armin, it’s just… I wonder sometimes, maybe I’m just making your job harder.”

Armin smiled, shaking his head. “Well, for one, it’s my job to make sure you’re okay. I’m supposed to help ease you into the household; second of all, I enjoy it. You’re a nice guy. Levi really likes you, you know? I do too.”

Eren blinked, “Really?”

“Mhm,” Armin finished doing the buttons then patted Eren’s chest, “Now stop worrying so much, okay?”

“I’ll try…”

Eren paused, swallowing hard as he glanced at Levi. When he realised this is what the man looked like when he was dressed up, his inner thighs quivered and his inner schoolgirl screamed like teenagers do for boy bands.

Levi wore three layers: A black undershirt, a grey sweater over top, then a navy blazer, left open. It did nothing to hide the lines of his arms, and made his shoulders look broad. He wore dark red pants, relaxed around the legs, but a black leather belt slung around the waistline, keeping it tight against his hips. A long scarf made two big, uneven loops around his neck, same dark red colour as his pants. His leather boots were ankle-high, and his hands were partially covered by tight, fingerless, black leather gloves. He tugged at the collar of his sweater and eyed Eren, “What?”

“Fuck me into a wall…”

Levi paused; he glanced to the side as he heard footsteps.

Armin walked down the stairs, “Sorry, I’m ready to go now, Sir.”

Eren looked as well and his breath hitched in his throat.

Armin wore a white dress shirt underneath, and a dark blue wool sweater with a white pattern overtop. It didn’t hug his form; in fact, it seemed a little loose. However, the white cuffs of his undershirt had been rolled over the sweater. He wore tight fitting black jeans that hugged his legs all the way through and had a little bowtie at his collar, same colour as his eyes. He hugged his arm, feeling his cheeks warm a little as he looked to Eren for approval.

“Can I fuck you into a wall?”

“Huh?” Armin’s cheeks burned and he looked to Levi for help, “What?”

“Nothing,” Levi scratched his collarbone. “We’ll be on time, but we should leave in case there’s traffic. Fucking hate traffic,” he grumbled and headed for the door, “Armin lock it behind you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Levi opened the door and stepped out, making his way down the path through the front lawn to his car.

Eren, wearing the clothes Levi had chosen earlier, stepped out and headed to the car. He heard Armin step up behind him and felt a small tug on his sleeve. He looked over his shoulder.

“Sit in the front, okay?”

“Wh-What?” Eren blinked, “No way! That’s all super close to Levi…”

“Well, I’m sitting in the back,” Armin grinned.

“Then I’m also sitting in the back!”

“Oi,” Levi called out, “You’re not both sitting in the back. I’m not your fucking taxi driver.”

“Yes, Sir!” Eren winced.

Eren didn’t know anything about cars, really. When the driver picked him up and brought him to Levi’s place, days ago, all he could think was that it was a nice car. He felt the same way about Levi’s. The seats were comfortable, the shape was smooth, things looked nice. He never bought a car, so he didn’t really know much about what to look for. Even though the highway had rough roads, it felt like they were gliding over it all. The stereo system looked pretty sleek and the music, radio, sounded nice.

He looked over to Levi.

Levi felt eyes on him and he spared a brief glance to Eren.

Eren swallowed hard, turning away, pretending he hadn’t been staring.

Armin laughed from the back seat.

“So,” Eren rubbed the sides of his pants, “Where we going?”

“A restaurant.”

“I know that, Sir… but like where? Which restaurant?”

Levi seemed amused, keeping his eyes on the road. “It’s called Lolfa.”

“Woah, wait, wait, wait, whoah,” Eren gawked. Of course he knew Lolfa—everyone in the city knew Lolfa—it was the place for anniversaries, birthdays, business parties. He heard about it from quite a few people, and he just stared like a total idiot at Levi.

“You’ve heard of it?” Levi kept his voice neutral as he teased, momentarily flashing his steel eyes to Eren.

“Y-Yeah,” Eren looked at the rear-view mirror, trying to catch a glimpse of Armin, but all he saw was a blond looking away with a wide smile on his lips. Fucker. Eren couldn’t help but smile as well and then it clicked, “So that’s why we’re all dressed up?”

“I dress up for less,” Levi shrugged, “But that comes with my line of work, I guess.”

“So,” Eren twiddled his thumbs, “What’s the place like?”

“You’ll find out.”

“Sir!”

Levi silently chuckled, a sly little grin forming on his thin lips.

“The reservations under ‘Rivaille’. Five blind menus, please.”

“Right this way, if you please.”

Eren looked left and right as they followed the hostess. From the rumours, people had to book two months in advance for Lolfa, but it looked less upper-class than he expected. Everyone was dressed nicely, but not to the nines. None of the men were choking on the top button of their collars, while the women wore dresses and skirts that showed skin. It was a classy with a touch of casual.

His green eyes shifted to the large windows, which showcased the darkening red of sunset and he couldn’t help but whistle.

The hostess brought them to a circular dark walnut table. Although it was near the centre of the restaurant, there were so few tables that it gave them a sense of privacy all the same. They were close enough to live musicians to hear, but not too close where it was a problem.

Armin took a seat first, and Eren sat next to him.

Levi sat on the other side of Armin and took the menu when it was offered.

“Your server will be with you in a moment.”

Eren opened up the menu and found about four words he didn’t know on the first page. Something was off, though… He felt a nudge on his shoulder and he glanced to the side.

“So it’s a three course meal,” Armin explained as he flipped the page. “You choose your appetizer, main course, then desert. If you want a drink, there’s recommended pairings under the main courses.”

“Oh,” Eren nodded twice, flipping the page as he read more big words he didn’t understand. He heard whispering and looked up to see Levi and Armin both looking at him, with coy smiles on their faces. He pouted at them, only to hear light laughter, then looked back at the menu. He flipped through the pages, and then realised what was bugging him. “There’s no prices…”

“Blind menus,” Armin smiled.

“They used to be called ‘Lady Menus’,” Levi explained, “So the woman wouldn’t have to worry about the prices when she was here. This restaurant was first built… forty years ago? Different times. When the new owner took over, he decided to rename them blind menus.”

Armin flipped through the page and looked up, “I’m curious though… why did they keep them if they were so… controversial?”

“Well the fact that it was sexist was the main reason,” Levi smiled, “But the owner kept them around because he’s gay as fuck and he felt strange giving his male companion a ‘Lady Menu’. Personally, I prefer the blind menus, but then again that’s because I have money to burn, I guess. I don’t want you two shit heads worrying about the price. Just order what you like and let yourself be spoiled.”

Armin smiled, but said nothing.

Eren felt his cheeks burn a little as he continued to read the possible orders. He heard footsteps and looked up. The hostess was guiding two women to their table. Eren almost always considered himself exclusively for guys, but there were a couple moments he doubted himself.

Annie had her hair styled up in a French twist, with only a couple strands of blonde hair falling in front of her right eye. She slowly took off her leather half jacket, revealing the wide neck of white shirt that hung loose on her shoulders, thin tan bra straps visible over her smooth skin. Her light yellow skirt was tight around her waist but became looser as it moved down to her knees. She wore silver heels with many thin straps, hugging her feet nicely as she walked towards the table.

Mikasa was behind her, wearing a slim fitting black dress that hugged her figure, showing her light curves. It had an open back which her long black hair, slightly curled at the ends, fell over. Her heels were leather with two large straps and a low incline. The only splash of colour was her necklace, a dark red pendant, and a sash that was looped loosely around her narrow hips, also the same rich wine colour, though it blended hints of orange and yellow as well.

Eren’s mouth hung open.

Levi instantly stood. “Annie.”

“Levi,” Annie glanced to him and settled her leather jacket on the seat next to his before closing the distance. They hugged for a short moment.

Levi looked far more comfortable with the quick embrace with Annie than he did with Hanji, yesterday. He backed away and offered a smile, “You look good, especially since you looked like shit this morning.”

Annie took his comment in stride and smiled, “A nap can make a Miss Universe out of anyone.”

Levi snorted.

Eren eventually stood up, hugging Mikasa. He could smell a light perfume, something a little floral and smiled before he took another look at her. “You’re all dressed up, you look great.”

Mikasa gave a shy nod, glancing away. “Annie chose the outfit.”

“It looks nice on you, Ackerman,” Levi commented.

Annie just gave a nod.

Mikasa smiled softly and looked from Levi to Eren, “It’s almost been a week now since I last saw you. You look happy.”

“I am,” he grinned.

They both took their seats and looked through the menu.

Levi, not needing to look, looked over to Annie. “You sure you don’t want to get into fashion? You’ve got a calling for it.”

Annie paused, before shaking her head. “I’ve always wanted to go into marine biology. Making outfits, stuff like that, it’s fun but it’s not me.”

Levi shrugged, not able to blame her. “I liked the sash, though. That’s Marco’s scarf, isn’t it?”

“From last autumn, yeah,” Annie opened up her menu. She already knew what she wanted, but she eyed the last page, the wines. “I talked to him today about it, so had the idea.”

“He was happy today,” Levi thought back, “Wanted to ask why, but never got the chance.”

“Oh, he found fourteen,” Annie shook her head.

Armin, who was sitting between Levi and Eren, looked up, a full smile on his lips. “He’s still finding those, huh?”

“Fourteen?” Eren tilted his head, glancing to Mikasa for an answer.

Mikasa just gave a shrug.

Annie’s jaw twitched. “Mikasa, I explained it to you twice in the car.”

“You did?”

Annie held back a sigh, a small smile forming on her lips as she shook her head.

Armin chuckled, nudging Eren lightly. “Marco’s Dom scattered these little sticky notes all over their apartment, and each one is just another reason why he loves Marco, and it’s the cutest thing in the world. So he collects them and sticks them to his board. He’s got most of them now,” he turned to the rest of them, “Right?”

Annie shrugged.

“I don’t know,” Levi muttered, “All I know is Marco gets this excited puppy look and you can literally make him do anything because he’s in such a good mood. I joked once and told him to scrub my boots clean. He got down and did it.”

“Really?” Annie raised an eyebrow, “That sounds like it could be useful…”

Armin’s jaw dropped, “You guys…”

Eren chuckled, and glanced over to see Mikasa’s with an amused expression on her face.

Levi glanced over to Eren, “Have you decided what you wanted?”

“Ah, not yet,” Eren looked at the menu again. “I kind of want the soup thing for appetizer, and then I know I want the trifle for dessert, but I don’t know what I want for the main course. Lots of choices…”

Mikasa smiled, “I think you’ll like the surf and turf special.”

Levi nodded, “I agree.” He didn’t, however, say he agreed because it was the most expensive item on the menu. To dine in the restaurant, someone had to order all three courses, but each item had their own price.

Annie knew generally knew the prices, so she took the moment the older man was looking at Eren to examine Levi’s face. Annie had her opinions, but looked back to her menu, saying nothing.

Armin, also oblivious to the prices, just nodded, “That’s a good one.”

The waiter stepped closer to the table and cleared his throat, “May I start you all off with some drinks, or are you ready to order?”

“I think we’re ready,” Levi closed his menu, glancing to the man. “I’ll start with the stuffed olives, then I’ll go for the lobster plate. I’ll finish with a strawberry cheesecake.”

Eren glanced over to Armin, who smiled right back at him.

The man nodded, then looked to Annie.

“French onion soup, seared ahi tuna, and I’ll finish with the crème brûlée.”

He looked at Mikasa.

“Crab cakes to start, prime fillet mignon medium-rare, then the blueberry tart.”

He looked at Eren.

“Uh, I’ll start with the uh, cream… soup thing, then the turf and surf special… Shit, I mean surf and turf, rare, then the fruit trifle thingy….”

He snickered and then looked at Armin.

Armin grinned, “Caesar salad, the halibut fillet, then a fruit cup, please.”

“Geez,” Eren pouted, “You’re so healthy.”

Armin just giggled.

The waiter collected the menus, then paused. “I’m sorry, I didn’t ask for drinks.”

“Water,” Mikasa moved her hair out of her eyes.

“Water as well,” Levi nodded.

Eren looked up, “Water’s fine.”

Annie pursed her lips, mulling it over. “I kind of want a white.”

“Me too,” Armin nodded, “I was kind of thinking Chardonnay.”

“We could share a bottle,” Annie nodded and looked at Levi, “At least let me pay for the wine.”

Levi took one look at her and sneered, “Fuck yourself.”

“Or not,” she smirked and glanced to the waiter, “One bottle of Chardonnay for us.”

“An excellent choice for seafood, however” he turned to Armin, “Would you mind if I saw some form of I.D.?”

Armin pulled out his wallet, taking it as a compliment, before handing his drivers to the man.

The waiter nodded and handed it back. “We have both oaked and unoaked Chardonnay, which would you prefer?”

Armin took the card back and slipped it into his wallet, “Either’s fine with me.”

“Oaked, then,” Annie nodded. “We’ll have it with the main course.”

When the waiter left, Eren felt like a complete idiot and he glanced over to Armin. “What the difference between oaked and unoaked?”

Mikasa smiled softly.

Armin grinned, “It’s how the wine is stored… sort of. Oaked means its in the old French style oak barrels while it’s aging. It gives the wine a more… well, oaky flavour. It’s usually richer, more… bodied, kinda. For Chardonnays it tends to give it a more… cedar and smoky flavour, I guess.” He glanced at the other blonde for confirmation.

Annie gave a curt nod, “Unoaked wines usually have a lighter flavour, better for more fruity wines.”

“Isn’t he cute?” Levi actually smiled, “My little savage is learning about the world.”

Eren smiled as well, then paused; his face dropped when he realised it wasn’t quite a compliment…

“Don’t worry,” Mikasa spoke in her usual, low tone, “I don’t know any of this either.”

Annie frowned, “I explained this to you before…”

“You did?”

“Several times.”

“Oh.”

“They really did grow up together.” Annie shook her head as she moved a strand of hair behind her ear, “Savage one and savage two.”

Armin laughed louder than he should have.

Levi looked away to hide his smile.

The appetizers were served and Eren declared that it was the best soup he ever had in his life, to which Armin made a bit of a noise and muttered ‘Challenge accepted’ under his breath. Levi was quite pleased with his arrangement of stuffed olives, and Annie enjoyed her own soup. Mikasa mentioned that her crab cakes were great and offered one to Annie to eat from her fingers, which she did. Eren tried to take a crab cake, but Mikasa slapped his hand without thinking. When she realised what she did, she apologised and offered some to Eren.

The main courses arrived, along with the paired wine.

Levi’s lobster plate was a full lobster, tender meat removed and placed on a bed of white sauce. It came with a skewer of large scallops, each one having criss-cross grill marks, and several asparagus, raw yellow pepper and shredded carrot.

Mikasa’s filet mignon was a big piece with bacon wrapped around it, with a creamy mushroom sauce. It was served with garlic and herb mashed potatoes, grilled carrots and asparagus.

Annie’s ahi tuna was white on the exterior, charred at the corners, but a rare pink at the center. Covered in sesame seeds, it came with quinoa and a mix of onions, peppers and green beans.

Armin’s halibut fillet had a warm orange exterior from the grill then had little bits of parsley to add some green. His came with a garden salad, green peas and corn.

Eren was a little surprised to see just how spectacular his plate was. He had a six ounce rare steak layered with rich lobster meat. There was a small bowl in his plate with a mini seafood salad, some steamed brussel sprouts, and a another small bowl filled with a buttery dip for the lobster.

“Enjoy,” the waiter smiled before turning around.

“Wow,” Eren blinked.

Levi’s lips curved into a small smirk as he began eating.

Armin was the only one with a sour expression; eyes narrowed as he tasted the warm, flaky, flavourful fish. As far as he was concerned, he needed to dissect it and find out how it managed to be the way it was.

Annie’s contained expression hid how much her mouth watered as she grabbed the cutlery.

Mikasa’s eyes lit up, which said something because she usually found food boring.

Eren just looked at his plate, not sure what to tackle first. He went for the steak, easily slicing off a piece and bringing it to his mouth. He remembered when he thought Armin’s meal was the best thing he ever tasted. Sorry blondy. As he chewed, he moaned.

Everyone, especially Armin, ignored it.

Annie reached for her glass of white wine, sipping it and giving a little nod. The full-bodied wine had a taste of lemon, and had a deep flavour from the oak. It glided over her tongue, complimenting the seared fish.

Levi noticed her movement and smiled, “Chardonnay was a good pair?”

“Yes,” she nodded.

Armin sipped his as well, giving an appreciative bob of his head. “You generally can’t go wrong with Chardonnay and fish.”

Annie and Levi nodded.

Eren listened, wondering if any of it would stick. His eyes moved to Annie.

He’d spend two years as her roommate… although they limited contact as much as possible. It was the first time he’d seen her dressed up, classy. He remembered Levi mentioning she had a position at Levi’s store, and when he thought about the hug they had earlier, and the fact that they were both in the D/s community, he wondered if Levi considered her a ‘friend’. He ate slowly, savouring the taste, although his eyes drifted back to Annie.

“Eren,” Annie looked over to him.

He almost choked.

“If you’re going to stare, you can at least tell me if I’m pissing you off.”

“Ah, no,” he felt incredibly small again. “It’s just… I’m so used to seeing the you, you are before you have coffee… weird seeing you in such a fancy place.”

Annie stayed still for a moment before a small smile formed on her lips. She moved hair out of her eyes and looked at her plate. She couldn’t help but understand. After all, she barely looked human between the time she woke up and had her first of four coffees. “Well, yeah, I guess. It’s a bit weird seeing you here, too.”

Mikasa nodded, “I never thought you could be in upper society.”

Eren pouted at her, “You’re one to talk.”

Mikasa actually smiled, “Well Annie dressed me up and I don’t much. It’s easy.”

“Well, Levi dressed me up,” Eren pointed out, “And I’m trying not to talk too much.”

Levi glanced over to Armin; the two of them shared a laugh, nonverbally communicating, before they both chuckled.

The rest of the main course went by mostly in silence, as everyone was quite committed to a one-way relationship with their delicious meal. Casual conversation began when the food was all devoured; Annie and Levi talked a bit about business, but quickly agreed they worked five days a week and didn’t need the store to follow them to the table. Eren was rather content on listening and not saying stupid things when Mikasa turned to him.

“So,” she spoke in a quieter than usual tone, “How have you been? You’ve been looked after? They’ve been good to you?”

Eren nodded, “Yeah.”

Mikasa’s eyes shifted from one of Eren’s eyes to the other, trying to find some kind of sign of discomfort. She knew Eren would have difficulty saying so considering Levi and Armin were right there, but she figured she could see it on his face if he was actually troubled. She gave a little nod, “How long did you sign the contract for?”

“Until the thirty first,” Eren glanced to the side, seeing how Armin, Annie, and Levi busied themselves with their own conversation. “I’m enjoying myself. Honestly,” he kept his voice low, “They’re great.”

Mikasa smiled, nodding. She pondered telling Eren what Annie told her earlier, but decided against it. “I’m glad. Your contract is… good?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty light on most things. Only light bondage, only light S and M play, and a lot of cool things. He’s a fair Dom for sure.”

“Yeah. He’s the best in the community… well, maybe second to Erwin Smith.”

Eren’s eyes widened. Erwin. Wasn’t that the name of…?

“Eren?”

“Huh?”

Mikasa tilted her head, “You made a funny face when I said Erwin.”

“Oh, sorry,” he offered a smile, “I just remembered Hanji and Levi talking about a guy named Erwin, so I wondered if it was the same guy.”

Mikasa nodded, “Probably…” Her face suddenly filled with worry; she didn’t keep her voice the low tone, “You met Hanji?”

Levi, sitting at the other end of the table, figured it was a good time to butt in. “Don’t worry, I didn’t let her go crazy on him.”

Mikasa turned her head then gave a nod.

“You met Hanji?” Annie smirked, a wide smirk, playful, feminine.

Unlike anything Eren had seen on her before.

“Before time began, before spirits and life existed,” Annie began speaking animatedly and everyone else (except Eren) groaned, “Three golden deities descended upon the chaos that was Hyrule…” She suddenly paused, looking over her shoulder, and pouted. “Oh… Jean’s not here. Right.”

Eren just stared at her, unsure how to take this new side. “Did you say Hyrule… like, Legends of Zelda?” Was it the wine, or…?

“Yeah,” Annie turned to him, “There’s a joke in the community that Levi, Mikasa, and Hanji—”

“–Annie,” Mikasa used a very serious tone. “Enough.”

Annie’s jaw twitched, and she shared a glanced with Mikasa. She returned to her usual composure. “Yes, Ma’am.”

Eren looked between them and he swore he could see sexual tension in a physical form drift between them. He saw the waiter approach their table and he was almost afraid he would be tossed aside by said very real and physical sexual tension.

“Your desserts.”

Eren had the feeling he was going to be disappointed, only because the appetizers and entrees had set such high standards there was only downhill from there; however, he was once again reminded that his tongue could have its own version of an orgasm, and orgasm it had indeed. The trifle he ordered was delicious and probably sinful. Strawberries, raspberries, blueberries on a bed of whipped cream, sponge cake bits and creamy custard.

Armin’s fruit cup turned out to be a little less healthy than Eren expected when it came with liquid chocolate to dip in, and Armin pretended he was still classy when he licked up the remaining melted chocolate with his fingers.

Mikasa’s blueberry tart came in small single bite circles, the size of coins. She seemed to have fun eating them as a smile formed on her lips. They were warm and the berries were juicy, while the crust of the tart was soft, and they melted in her mouth.

Levi’s strawberry cheesecake was sweet, and he knew he would have a hard time denying he had a sweet tooth. A weakness of his he would never forgive himself for. The cheesecake came in a slim triangle shape with a red, fresh fruit drizzle going back and forth.

Annie’s crème brûlée had a nice crunchy top with a smooth vanilla filling. She enjoyed tapping on the glass-like caramel with her spoon, watching it crack bit by bit before scooping it in her mouth.

When the waiter came by to see how everything was, Levi slipped out his credit card and told him he could have a twenty percent tip if he refused allowing anyone else to pay for the whole meal. Annie visibly twitched and after many swear words thrown around, Levi won the argument by reminding it would take four seconds for him to kill her with a fork and only three to fire her.

The waiter took it all in strides and just nodded, taking the card and bringing it back soon enough.

Despite how much they all ate, nothing was left behind.

The five of them walked together outside, Levi and Annie taking lead. Mikasa stood next to Eren as they walked and Eren wondered if Armin felt a little out of place, so he nudged the blond with his elbow, motioning for him to take his arm.

Armin blushed but took hugged Eren’s arm as they walked to the parking lot.

“Our car is that way,” Annie said as she realised they had to split ways. She turned to Levi; and, as much as she wanted to remain pissed at him, she could only smile. “Thank you for inviting us out.”

“Thank you for accepting,” Levi replied smoothly.

The two of them shared a quick hug, then whispered some words before Annie laughed and turned to Mikasa.

Mikasa hugged Eren tight, nuzzling into his neck. “If you need anything, call me, okay?”

“Okay,” he smiled, pulling her close. “I missed you this week, you know?”

“I know… I… missed you too.”

They eventually moved away and he couldn’t help but grin, “I’ll see you soon?”

Mikasa nodded, “Sure.” She glanced over to Annie.

Annie took the time to look at Armin and she offered a smile, “Good luck dealing with these two.”

Armin grinned wide and nodded, “I’ll do my best.”

Annie looked over to Eren, “Good seeing you again. Although I do admit, I like the house better without you around. I can scream as loud as I want.”

Eren plastered a smile on his lips but visibly shuddered as memories he sealed away resurfaced.

“Annie,” Mikasa frowned, knowing that was the point. “You and your twisted sense of humour…” She glanced to Armin, giving him a nod, then doing the same to Levi. “Thank you for inviting us out.”

Levi nodded, “Drive safe, Ackerman.”

“Bye,” Armin grinned, watching the two of them walk away. He was about to turn when he suddenly felt two arms around him. He blinked as his shoulder was pushed against something warm. “Eren?”

“Well, Mikasa hugged me, and Annie hugged Levi…” Eren embraced Armin from the side, “So I figure it’s only fair you get a hug too, right?”

Armin glanced at him and smiled. He dipped his head a bit and nuzzled under Eren’s chin. “You’re sweet.”

“To you,” Eren grinned and moved his head forward, gently brushing their lips together.

Armin smiled into the kiss for a moment before he broke his mouth away. “Um… thanks.” Before Eren could reply, he ducked out of the hug and chuckled as he ran towards Levi’s car.

“Little shit,” Eren grumbled, smile wide on his face.

“You’re one to talk,” Levi tapped on his car door twice before opening it, “Get the fuck in or I’ll run you over. Stop laughing, I will do it and you know it.”

“Y-Yes Sir!”

The drive back was mostly quiet. Eren found himself looking out the window, smiling to himself. He felt Levi’s eyes on him every once in a while, but he pretended not to notice, mostly because he swore his cheeks turned red every time. As he stared up at the moon, he noticed it was full. He thought back to Mikasa, and Annie, and eventually Armin, and Levi. His mind wandered to Krista as well, even though he’d only met her once, and he couldn’t help but smile.

He liked the people he was surrounded by.

He cringed a little at the memory of Hanji, only because that woman scared him a little, but she seemed sensible enough. For all her silliness, she was also a little wise, he couldn’t help but realise. He hummed a little, tapping his finger over his lips for no reason in particular.

He pulled out his phone, hitting the top button to turn it on. He backed his head away at the bright light, so he flicked up the control panel and moved the brightness slider to the side, dampening the screen. He swiped his finger across the screen, moving to his calendar app. He saw the number ‘7’ on the application's icon.

His green eyes widened.

It had been a week.

One fourth of the time he had with them was gone…

He nervously glanced over to Levi, catching a glimpse of his expression, before looking back at his phone. He flicked his eyes up to the rear-view mirror, snatching the same second long stare before he looked out the window.

It had been a week.

But…

He liked the people he was surrounded by.

“Eren,” Levi spoke in a careful voice as he removed his coat.

“Yes, Sir?” Eren blinked, feeling his throat tighten.

Levi paused for several seconds, before looking at the brunet. “Will you wait for me in my room?”

Eren knew it was a question, a request, not an order. He had the power to deny, but why the fuck would he? He felt his knees wiggle and he didn’t trust his voice to work so he just gave a nod. Eren took off his shoes and walked up the stairs, passing Armin along the way.

Armin gave him a knowing smile, but said nothing.

Going up another flight of stairs, to the third floor, Eren took a deep breath and walked down the hall to Levi’s room. He grabbed one door handle of the double doors and turned it carefully. He let himself in and closed the door behind him. He stepped in, looking around. Eren dusted the whole house, Levi’s room included, once a day. Everytime he was in here, he tried to hurry out as fast as possible. Something about being in his Dom’s room was… strange.

He took a deep breath, wondering what they would do tonight. He walked over to the bed and sat on the side, glancing at the bookshelf. He rubbed his arm, feeling a nervous twist in his stomach. Being a sub meant giving up control, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t curious…

The door opened.

Eren stood up.

Levi slipped in, closing the door silently behind him. He walked over to his desk, slipping off his scarf and placing it on the chair. He tugged at his collar, pulling out a necklace before taking it off and dropping it somewhat carefully on the scarf.

Eren took a seat again, waiting with as much patience as he could.

Levi slipped off his sweater, now only in a black undershirt and dark red pants. He popped the top button of his collar and turned around. He looked at Eren and reached forward, moving his fingers under his chin, scratching it lightly.

Eren couldn’t help but smile. Despite height, he felt incredibly small, like he was being crushed under Levi’s dominance… not that he minded, of course.

“Stand.”

Eren did so.

Levi began unbuttoning Eren’s shirt, slowly, carefully, taking his time. “I like seeing you like this, nervous… A little bit of fear, little bit of excitement.”

“I’m glad, S-Sir.”

Levi smiled at the stutter then unbuttoned the last one. He slipped his hand in Eren’s open shirt, fingertips grazing over Eren’s chest.

Eren chuckled nervously, feeling little butterflies and dancing skulls in his stomach.

Levi bit his lip a little, feeling the lightest strands of hair, invisible to the eye, but ticklish to his fingertips. “Mine,” he whispered before he brought his other hand up. He grabbed Eren’s shirt, moving it over his sub’s shoulder, steel eyes eating up the sight of Eren’s collar bones.

Eren took a silent breath as he felt his shirt slip off. He swallowed hard and tried to relax.

Levi eyed him, appreciating Eren’s body.

Eren wasn’t muscular, he didn’t work out, but his arms and chest had some tone to them. It was the halfway point between ‘skinny’ and ‘muscled’ and with his shoulders and collarbones…

Levi gave a nod; his hands found themselves on Eren’s stomach, feeling the skin. He moved his hands up, gliding them over Eren’s chest.

Eren shivered, remembering his previous lesson about being a strong sub. He had to follow orders and be the best sub for his Dom no matter what. He felt his body tense and he consciously tried to relax.

“Eren,” Levi looked up, making eye contact. “I want you. I’m going to have you tonight.”

“Fuck, please,” Eren whispered, closing his eyes. “I mean, please, Sir.”

Levi smirked, “Eager?”

Eren nodded, “I thought… you weren’t interested in me.”

Levi paused.

Eren opened his eyes cautiously, expecting anger in his Dom’s eyes but all he saw was worry.

“Why would you think something like that, Pup?”

“Well…” Eren looked away, “You… I mean, today’s day seven, right? That means it’s the end of the first week… obviously… But, what I mean is, I’ve been here, a full week, an entire week… and all we’ve really done is a hand job… and that was you pleasing me…” He bit his lip, “I mean we had phone sex and you made me watch you and Armin, but… I mean, I uh, you know, most Doms would have fucked me a dozen times by now so I just sort of kind of maybe sort of kind of maybe assumed that, you…” He stopped talking when he felt Levi’s finger over his lips.

“You’re not attractive when you talk, Pup.”

Eren’s eyes widened.

Levi snorted, “Teasing.”

“O-Oh,” he relaxed.

Levi looked into Eren’s green eyes, examining the life and worry behind them. “I’ve been very interested in you. You’ve got a nice body, a smackable ass… you gave me a wicked lap dance. I’ve wanted you, I want you.”

Eren tensed, feeling his heart beat fast.

“I take my time, though. I savour things… and I’ll savour you,” Levi smirked. “When it comes to lifestyle Dominance and submission, it can’t be based on sex… in fact, most D.s. relationships are rarely about sex, but the companionship that comes with them.”

Eren listened, nodding. “I think… I know what you mean… You and Armin, I mean, you’re not in love, but you work so well together, you know what each other are thinking… you just work in tandem and it’s, well, it’s awesome… but it kind of makes me jealous.”

Levi raised an eyebrow, “Jealous of Armin?”

“No, well, yes, but not just Armin… I’m jealous of how he’s so in sync with you, but I’m also jealous of how you’re so in sync with him…”

Levi smiled, “Time’s the only fucker who can do that.”

Eren nodded, “Yeah… but, you want me?”

“I’ve thought about it every night,” Levi whispered, looking down Eren’s body then back up. “You’re different from Armin, not just personality wise but your body. You’re still a twink,” he smirked, “But you’ve got more muscle than he does. You’re both my type, in different ways… I think, with you and him, I’ve got a good selection.”

Eren closed his eyes, feeling his face get hot. “I want to service you, Sir.”

“Then get on your knees, Pup.”

Eren did as he was told, getting on his knees. He looked up, feeling incredibly small, but a giddy feeling was beating in his chest because he was finally able to please Levi. He licked his lips and reminded himself to breathe.

Levi looked down at Eren, a small but sexy smile on his lips. He brought a hand to his sub’s face, cupping it. He ran his thumb over Eren’s cheek, then moved it over Eren’s lips. He was getting hard from just looking into those green eyes. He bit his lip and grabbed a fistful of his hair, before shoving Eren’s face into his crotch.

Eren closed his eyes, swallowing hard. He could feel the hard outline of Levi’s cock against his cheek and he rubbed his face against it. It was incredibly warm and he, himself, was getting hard.

“Strip.”

Eren felt the hand let go of his hair and he quickly undid his belt, fumbling with the hook and the metal bit several times before he pulled it free. He undid his pants and pulled them off, leaving on his dark green boxers. He took off his socks, not daring to look up at his Dom until he was finished. He was a little nervous but he reminded himself that he had to be a strong sub. If Levi asked him to do something, he must do it. He slipped off his boxers and threw them aside carelessly. He went back on his knees, legs slightly parted, his own cock hard and in the air, before he looked for some kind of sign of approval.

Levi took in a deep breath through his nose, eyes locked on the figure beneath him.

Eren was naked, on the floor, beneath a well-dressed man who had control over him.

Levi just stared.

“S-Sir?”

Levi offered a small smile and scratched under Eren’s chin, “Your eyes are so fucking needy. I could write a shitty romance novel about them.”

Eren cracked a smile, “Would it sell thousands?”

“Millions.”

Eren laughed, feeling the tension in his chest fade. He silently wondered if that was the point… could Levi tell he was nervous so he used humour? The idea, which he still didn’t know was true or not, was comforting nonetheless. He looked up at his Dom and wiggled a bit, “Sir… please.”

“Please?” Levi’s eyebrow arched, “Please what, Pup?”

“Please… no more games, no more teasing… no more waiting…” Eren pouted, “Let me please you, Sir.”

Levi seemed amused, “You want to please me?”

“It’s my purpose,” he grinned, “I think I’ve done well this week… I think I earned the right to do this much…”

“Is that so?”

“I hope so.”

Levi smirked, stroking Eren’s cheek with his thumb. “I like a sub who knows what he wants.”

“I want to please you,” he impatiently wiggled.

Levi snickered, finding the wiggling rather strange but kind of cute in a very ‘Eren the Dork’ way. “Beg.”

Eren’s eyes widened for a moment, but he hunched his shoulders. “Please…”

“I can’t hear you.”

“Please.”

“You don’t sound that interested.”

Eren closed his eyes, swallowing hard. “Please, Sir. Please, please. Let me touch you… let me s-suck you o-off,” he inwardly cringed as his voice became shaky. Begging, talking dirty, they were all things he had done before, but for some reason doing it in front of Levi… doing it, for Levi, made his knees shake and his fingers twitch. “Please, Sir!”

“Good boy,” Levi smirked, “Please Sir what?”

“Please let me do my job, Sir!”

Levi inhaled sharply and brought a hand up. He popped open a button of his shirt then moved his hand down, doing it again for another button. “One more time, Pup. Beg.”

Eren lowered his head, “Please Sir! Please, please!”

“Tch,” Levi pretended to be annoyed, “Fine.”

Eren looked up, pausing for half a second. He raised a hand, reaching for Levi’s pants. He ran his fingertips over the outline of the manhood, feeling the warmth.

Levi finished unbuttoning the last button and pulled his shirt off; his toned muscles shifted and rippled under his smooth skin as he tossed the clothing aside. For his short stature he was well built; and, as far as Eren was concerned, utterly flawless… with the exception of two thin gashes, slightly open like a valley, on the right side of his stomach. Scars. Only one shade pinker than his skin, peaking outwards. Old wounds. One started below his navel and curved downwards along his side before moving up to his back. The second was on his rib and much shorter, only a couple inches long.

Eren stared at the scars, biting his lip. He heard a ‘tsk’ noise and remembered what he was supposed to do. He grabbed the zipper, then looked up. “Do you want me to use my teeth Sir?”

“If you want the taste of metal in your mouth… whatever turns you on, I guess.”

Eren laughed, feeling his cheeks warm. “You’re very practical, Sir. I like that.”

Levi just smirked.

Eren pulled down the zipper, then undid the button. He was expecting underwear but saw a batch of finely trimmed black hair and the first bit of the shaft. He smiled, looking up. “You go commando?”

“Not often,” Levi shrugged, “Felt like it today.”

Eren tugged at the sides of the pants, bringing them down just enough for the cock to shoot up. Eren stared. He licked his lips. He wasn’t a cock measuring master, but he guessed it was about seven inches. It was a little on the thick side, curving just a bit to the right at the tip. He felt his mouth water and swallowed his saliva. He reached up, grabbing the cock. It was soft and hard in his fingers, warm. It twitched in his hand. He moved the foreskin back, revealing the pink head. Eren looked up, making eye contact with Levi as he kissed the tip.

Levi bit his lip.

Eren wasn’t sure what to do. Usually, he’d just get right into it… but when he thought about the lap dance, and thought about how Levi waited seven days… how Levi wanted to savour things… Eren dipped his head, running his tongue over his Dom’s smooth balls, then moved up over the underside of the shaft, taking his time as he licked up one inch at a time, before he flicked his tongue over the sweet spot.

Levi shuddered, giving a shaky breath.

Eren brought his tongue back to the tip, then placed another, soft, gentle kiss. Keeping the eye contact, he slowly took the head of Levi’s cock into his mouth.

“Ah.”

Eren bobbed his mouth over the head, sucking on it once.

“You know what you’re doing,” Levi mused, “And you’ve figured out how I like it.”

Eren felt his cheeks warm. He pushed his mouth forward, taking a couple inches before the head pushed against the back of his throat, then moved back. He moved forward again, but this time he relaxed and pushed another inch in, then another, then another, then another, all the way until the whole cock was in his mouth—never once breaking the eye contact.

Levi chuckled, tilting his head. “No gag reflex? Shame. Your last Dom must have had the fun of breaking that habit out of you.”

Eren moved back, quickly, letting the head slide off his lips. He gave a nervous chuckle, stroking Levi with his hand, rolling the skin over the head and back again. “I never had a gag reflex.”

“What?” Levi raised an eyebrow.

“I could always just choke down a dick… I’ve never gagged. Not even on food or anything, so I guess I just don’t have it.”

“Everyone has one,” Levi suddenly laughed. “Or maybe your purpose was just to suck dick after all.” He slipped his hand into Eren’s hair, fisting the brown strands. He guided Eren’s mouth back onto his cock and pushed the back of Eren’s head until his sub was nuzzling the base of his cock. He gave a shuddering moan, feeling the warm wetness around his manhood. “Fuck.” He breathed. “Impressive.”

Feeling Levi’s hand let go of his hair, Eren took the cue and moved his mouth back, then forward again, repeating the action.

Levi closed his eyes for a moment, letting out another sound. “Shit…” He opened his steel eyes again, watching. “It’s almost a little weird… Does it just glide in, or?”

Eren slipped the cock out of his mouth. “Well I might end up coughing or choking if I go too fast, or if I’m not careful, but I just don’t gag.”

“Never?”

“Nope,” Eren grinned. His own cock was hard, but he neglected it. He put both hands on Levi’s length then slipped it back in his mouth. He bobbed on the head several times, quick movements, before he took the whole thing in again.

“Fuck.”

Eren felt a hand on the back of his head, but it didn’t grab his hair or try to push or pull his head in any direction. He nuzzled the trimmed black strands of hair then kept his lips tight as he slowly moved back. He heard another moan spill from Levi’s mouth and his cock twitched. As his lips tightly glided over the pink head, he heard a gruff grunt.

Levi snickered, knowing he chose well with this one. As Eren’s warm mouth moved away, the cool air gave him little tingles. He watched as the brunet sucked his dick and he looked past to see just how hard Eren was. “Do you want to touch yourself, Pup?”

Eren shook his head; the head of Levi’s cock hitting the inside of his cheeks.

“No?”

Eren popped the cock out of his mouth and took a breath. “I’m busy with something more important, Sir.”

Levi smirked. “You know, I enjoy watching you get off. You look hot when you’re getting attention. Touch yourself.”

Recognising an order when he heard one, Eren’s right hand dropped between his legs. He thumbed his head over the hood before grabbing his shaft. He started stroking himself slowly, keeping in time to the movement of his mouth over Levi’s cock. His eyes closed for a moment, then they went to half-mast. His length finally getting the attention it wanted, he moaned against Levi.

Levi cupped Eren’s face, watching those green eyes open again. Slowly, he moved his hips back, sliding his cock out of Eren’s mouth. He leaned down, pressing their lips together for a short kiss before breaking it, ignoring the little protest Eren made. He smirked, staring right into those green eyes. He moved down to his knees then pushed Eren back against the floor.

Eren felt his back pushed against the cool, wooden floor but he didn’t protest. He raised his knees, moving his legs back.

Levi leaned in, kissing Eren’s neck.

A sudden gasp left his throat.

Levi’s lips moved slowly, but passionately. He kissed, nipped, licked, grated his teeth, leaving a hot trail down Eren’s body, over his chest, down to his stomach, moving lower.

“Ah,” Eren’s whole body shook as he felt Levi’s mouth on his cock. He let out a shaky noise, whimpering.

Levi bobbed his head up and down, sucking, swirling his tongue around the head.

“S-Sir!” Eren suddenly clasped his hand over his mouth.

Levi took the cock out of his mouth and kissed the side. “Be strong for me, Eren.” He ran his tongue down the shaft. “Don’t hide yourself from me.” He kissed the base. “Not when I want to see you.”

Eren remembered that he had to be a strong sub, that he had to follow Levi’s orders. That he had to be a strong sub; the strength to stand naked… He moved his hand away, letting out another moan. He felt his shoulders and knees lock and he forced himself to relax. “Sir,” he said in a breathless voice, “Thank you, Sir.”

“Good.” Levi kissed Eren’s stomach, then chest, then he ran his tongue over his collar bone. Finally, he brought his mouth back to Eren’s neck, kissing it, ravishing it.

“Ah,” Eren’s whole body shook, shivering. The hot tingles all over him…

“A perfect neck,” Levi pulled back to say, hot breath moving over wet skin. “How do you feel about me collaring you, Pup?”

“Uh,” Eren looked away. “If you want, I guess…”

Levi raised an eyebrow. “Not a fan?”

“Collars are… itchy,” Eren wiggled.

Levi laughed, loud, a smooth and dark chuckle. “I guess it’s too good of a neck to cover up, anyway. I guess I’ll just lace it with hickeys until I find another way to claim you.”

Eren swallowed hard. “Please.”

“Please? You like them?”

“M-Mark me… That’s… what they mean, right?”

Levi just snickered, bringing his mouth down to Eren’s neck again. He used his teeth, gently biting on the skin before sucking.

Eren whimpered, closing his eyes. He moved one hand down, grabbing their cocks, squeezing them against each other. He began stroking them both, together.

Levi hissed against Eren, sucking on another bit of skin. “You,” he chuckled, “Bring out the worst in me.”

“I don’t mind,” Eren grinned. “But… you can put a collar on me if you want, Sir…”

“No.” Levi paused. “I’ll find a better way to make it clear that you’re taken—something you’ll enjoy wearing.”

“Until then… I guess just lots of hickeys.”

“Yes,” Levi snickered, planting a gentle kiss on Eren’s neck. He looked to the side, then pulled himself away. As much as he wanted to be with Eren, “We’re taking this to the bed. We’ll be more comfortable.”

Eren’s eyes light up. “Yes, Sir!” He was about to get up when he felt Levi’s hand on his chest.

“Just one thing.” Levi made sure he had all of Eren’s attention. “You remember the safe words, right?”

“Traffic lights,” Eren blurted out.

Levi smiled softly. “Yes, Red, Yellow, Green. It’s my first time with you, I want you… but I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t know your limits, so I need you to promise me that you’re going to tell me if it’s too much.”

Eren felt his chest tighten, but he couldn’t help but grin. “Only if you do the same.”

“What?”

“It’s in our contract, for both of us.”

Levi smirked, “Just get up.”

Eren turned around, going on all fours before he stood up—suddenly, he felt a smack on his ass and jumped, yelping loudly.

Levi snickered to himself. “Your ass is too fucking spankable.”

Eren grinned, “I’ll take it as a compliment!”

“Just shut up and get on the bed.”

“Sure.” Eren smiled from ear to ear as he moved onto the bed, “How do you want me?”

“On your back, get comfortable.” Levi stood as well, moving to the bedside table.

“Um,” Eren lied down, looking at Levi. “Are we going to do anything, extra?”

“Extra?”

“Like, blindfolds… and cuffs, and stuff like that…”

“No, not this time.” Levi pulled out a drawer, smiling as he heard Eren give a disappointed ‘awwww’. “I don’t turn you on enough?”

“N-No!” Eren felt his face get hot. “I mean, y-yes! I mean, no! I mean, you turn me on!”

Levi just snickered.

Eren hugged his knees, “Sir… What about you…? Do… I…?”

“Yes,” Levi said simply. He grabbed the lube and moved onto the bed. He pushed Eren back down and moved between his legs. “Don’t worry… You and your submission is all I need. We’ll have our turns with ‘extras’, but for now…” He leaned down, pressing their lips together. “All we need right now is you and me.”

“And I,” he corrected.

Levi’s eye twitched.

Eren grinned wide.

“Actually, Eren,” Levi hissed, “Grammatically it is ‘you and me’.”

“Oh.”

There was a pause.

“It is?” Eren asked.

“Yes… I’m sure I can teach my little savage grammar afterwards, but you got both of us soft you fucking moron.”

Eren looked down to see indeed both of their cocks had shrunk and he couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m sorry! May I correct my fault, Sir?”

“Yes. Yes you may,” he teased.

Eren moved his arms around Levi’s neck, pulling himself up to bring their lips together. He felt a shiver run down his spine when their lips met and he focused only on that. He pulled his left arm back and placed it on Levi’s shoulder, then began moving down. It was the first time he actually got to touch his Dom’s body, so his cheeks warmed, cock instantly coming to life. He ran his hand down his chest, down to his stomach, fingers brushing up against the ridge of the scar–

“No,” Levi broke the kiss. “Not there.”

Eren looked down, eyeing the scar. “Not there?”

“No.”

Eren was curious as fuck but, “Okay.”

Levi breathed a little sigh of relief.

Eren swallowed hard. His instant curiosity aside, he didn’t want to ruin the moment. He moved his hand back up Levi’s chest, feeling the toned muscles. He bit his lip, wondering if Levi worked out. His body was just, perfect. He moved his head and kissed his Dom’s throat, then ran his tongue along the collarbone, as Levi had done to him. Another kiss on the man’s shoulder, then he kissed Levi’s jawline.

Levi’s smile slowly returned. The warm, gentle kisses lacked the hunger he had when he was ravishing Eren, but in some way he found them all the more exciting because of it. His cock twitched, not quite hard yet, but he watched those green eyes examine him, almost appreciate him. Levi was old enough and experienced enough to like his body, but even he had his insecurities. Watching Eren practically worship his skin made his cheeks warm. Levi did not blush. He moved quickly, kissing Eren’s neck so he wouldn’t see his embarrassment.

“S-Sir,” Eren gasped. He tilted his head to the side, exposing more of his neck to him. “Sir…” he whined, “Sir.”

“So needy,” Levi teased. He caught Eren’s chin between his teeth, chuckling at the brunet’s surprised reaction.

Eren reached between Levi’s legs, grabbing his cock and stroking it.

Levi snickered, letting go of Eren’s chin. He closed his eyes for a second, appreciating the feel of Eren’s hand over him.

Eren could smell Levi’s cologne, light but manly. He bit his lip, wiggling a bit. “Sir… you should fuck me.”

Eyes glancing to the side, he grabbed the bottle of lube he had let go of before. It was a small bottle, smaller than the palm of his hand, and he popped the top. “Raise your legs.”

Eren nodded, moving his legs back, knees high in the air.

“If you need a pillow, just grab one.” Levi smeared the lube onto his fingers, making sure they were coated well. He brought his hand to Eren’s entrance, making eye contact as he slowly rubbed the hole.

Eren just stared into those steel eyes. “I’m ready.”

Levi gave a little nod. He pushed in his middle finger, surprised at how relaxed Eren’s body was. He had to remind himself that, even though Eren was a blushing dork, he was experienced. He knew Eren could probably take it, but he didn’t move quickly. He took his time until his knuckles hit the entrance.

Eren’s green eyes were wide. He gave a teasing squeeze on Levi’s finger and smiled. “You can put in another.”

“Alright.” Levi pulled out slowly, teasing Eren back, before he added his index finger. He was equally as careful, eyes examining Eren’s face, ready to catch any sign of discomfort. His fingers fit in nicely and he made a ‘come here’.

Eren squirmed a bit, not expecting it. Most guys just prepared as quickly as possible and then went right for it. But he let out a soft sound as Levi’s fingers moved in and out of him, teasing him, playing with him. “S-Sir…”

“Yes, Pup?” Levi smirked. His fingers were searching for a certain spot….

Eren brought his knees together, closing his eyes as he shifted his hips in time with the fingers. “You can add another fing-ah!”

There. Levi knew he hit it. “Finger,” he corrected, “Not fingah.”

Eren tried to frown, but the anger melted away from his face when the pad of Levi’s fingers brushed up against that spot again. “Sh-Shush…”

Levi gave an amused chuckle before he slipped his fingers out. He reapplied lube quickly, then pushed three fingers in.

“Ah,” Eren moved his head back.

“Touch yourself.”

Eren grabbed his cock, not wasting a second to start stroking. “Fuck, Levi, Sir.”

Levi kept moving his hand, staying still as he watched Eren wriggle and wiggle, stroking himself, making little noises as he begged to be fucked. His eyes sucked it all in: The sight of Eren Jaeger wanting him, needing him, coming undone. He pulled out his fingers, ignoring the protest and smeared more lube on his hand before he made sure his cock was well-coated. “Ready?”

“Yes!”

Levi had to chuckle, grey eyes moving to green. He leaned in, pressing the head of his slick cock against the hole. He kept eye contact as he slowly pushed in.

Eren took a deep breath, calming himself as the cock moved deeper inside him.

Levi leaned down, bringing their lips together.

Eren made a soft noise into the kiss, hand still on his cock but it paused. He waited until Levi was completely inside him, waited until he could feel Levi’s hips on his ass, then he started stroking again. He broke the kiss to make a desperate breath.

Levi breathed heavily as well; the tight heat hugging every inch of his cock made him shudder. “Good, good Pup. Tell me when I can move.”

Eren slung one arm around Levi’s neck, pulling him closer. “You can move… I’m, experienced.”

Levi gave a little nod. He moved his head back, feeling the tight head glide over his cock, before he pushed back in.

Eren’s body squeezed on the cock, “Sir.”

“Relax. You just said you were experienced, didn’t you?”

Eren chuckled, nodding. He looked into those eyes, and blinked. They looked metal in colour… sort of a grey, not quite black but grey, with a bit of a shine. He had assumed steel, but the more he stared into them, he realised that the shine was from the lightest touch of blue. Blue eyes. Steel blue eyes. Eren kept staring, about to comment, when he felt Levi pull out again. “Ahh, Sir.”

Levi pushed in again, a moan rolling off his tongue. He pulled back again, then bucked his hips forward.

Eren began stroking himself again, but felt his hand being pushed away. He looked down and watched as Levi grabbed his cock. He gave a whimper as he felt Levi squeezing his manhood. “Faster.”

Had it been another sub, Levi would have reminded him not to order him around, but he made the exception. His hips began to move back and forth, hand stroking Eren’s cock in a rhythm.

Eren squeezed on Levi’s cock, wiggling his hips against his Dom’s sides. “Please, more.”

Levi was more than happy to comply. He grunted as his thrusts became quicker. The tight heat hugged his cock and he needed more as well. He thrusted deep into the feeling. His breathing became audible.

Eren moved his head back, looking to the headboard as he let out a moan. His cock twitched in Levi’s warm hand and he couldn’t help but make another noise.

Seeing Eren’s neck so exposed, he couldn’t help it. He leaned down, running his tongue up, tasting the salty skin.

Eren shivered; he kept his neck stretched, wanting more. He wrapped his legs around Levi’s waist and pulled him closer every time he thrust in. Feeling the hard cock move deep inside him… He squeezed hard on the cock.

Levi grunted. His eyes locked with Eren’s. His hands scrunched up the bed sheets and he kept thrusting.

He gasped, eyes widening.

Levi did his best to stifle a moan, but remnants of what would have been a whimper slipped out of his mouth. His hips began to speed up and so did his hand.

Eren felt his eyes roll to the back of his head, and he let out another noise. His breathing increased, “More. More, please, please, more. Please, Sir, more!”

Levi grit his teeth, his cock twitching inside the brunet. He slammed in, hard, hearing Eren cry out as the ripples of pleasure caused him to shudder. He moved his hips back then slammed in again. His arms began to shake and he closed his eyes, biting his lip as he repeated the movement.

Eren felt his cheeks burn and his throat tighten. The manhood inside him kept slamming inside of him and he whimpered in delight. His legs turned to jello at that point and they unwrapped around Levi’s waist, but he still tried to pull him closer with every thrust.

Levi grabbed Eren’s right shoulder for support, continuing the rough movements.

Eren’s throat let out yet another shameless noise and he swore his mind went numb, overridden from the pleasure. But what bit of sense and sensibility he had left made him speak, “Levi… I’m… I’m gonna, I’m gonna cum, Sir.”

Levi slammed in twice more before responding. His shoulders tensed and his breathing ragged. “Fuck! Yeah, me too. Cum for me, come on Pup. Cum.”

Eren rubbed his knees against Levi’s side, feeling his cock in Levi’s hand burn. He arched his back, pressing their chest together before Levi squeezed his length. He shouted, biting his lip as his body tensed. “Sir!”

Feeling Eren’s ass squeeze around his cock, Levi felt his body lock and everything went silent for half a second—before they came, together.

Flopping back on the bed sheets, Eren’s eyes watered as he could barely breathe. The white stickiness between their bodies was warm, but he couldn’t even think about that; in fact, he couldn’t even think of anything.

Levi felt his body slowly relax. His eyes were shut tight and the aftershocks were still moving under his skin. He moved his hips back, pulling out and took a deep breath. He opened his eyes, looking down at Eren, then froze.

Eren blinked, noticing the change in his Dom’s features. “What? Did I do something wrong…?”

“No,” Levi frowned. He moved a hand up, thumbing the corner of Eren’s eye. “You’re crying… Eren, I told you, if I went too rough you have to use a safe word–”

“–Levi, Sir—”

“–How can I trust myself with you if you won’t talk to me?–”

“—Sir!” Eren tried to yell but it ended up being a laugh. He rubbed his eyes, shaking his head. “I’m crying because… that was, really good sex…”

Levi paused. “What?”

“I just… it felt so good,” Eren felt his cheeks burn, so he closed his eyes, causing a tear to fall down. “Geez, Sir… where did you learn to fuck like that?” He continued to rub his eyes, chuckling.

Levi felt the knot in his chest unravel and he sighed. He kissed the corner of Eren’s eyes once each then crashed next to him. “I didn’t hurt you?”

“Not at all,” Eren grinned, turning so he could rest his head on Levi’s chest. “I like it rough, but I don’t want it to hurt… Not many tops know the difference.”

Levi slipped an arm around his sub, smirking. “Good.”

Eren pressed his head, glancing down Levi’s stomach to the scars on the other side. Remembering Levi’s reaction, he decided against asking. He looked back up to see Levi looking up. He nuzzled Levi’s chest and closed his eyes.

Levi ended up tugging the covers, pulling it over them both. He reached to the side, turning off the lamp and throwing the room in darkness. There was a silence and Levi pursed his lips. “What is it?”

“H-Huh?”

“What is it?”

“Nothing…”

Levi frowned.

Eren let his eyes adjust to the darkness, but he was still unable to make out the details of Levi’s face. He rolled over onto his back. “I sort of want to do something, but… I feel like a loser sometimes.”

“You are a loser.”

Eren chuckled, nudging Levi with his elbow.

Levi moved onto his side, slipping an arm around Eren’s waist. “You’re a loser, but that’s not a bad thing. I like you being a dork. But, what makes you feel like a loser?”

Eren wiggled a bit. “When I do small things, you look at me like I’m an idiot. Like, when I kiss you on the cheeks in the morning, you just stare.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know…”

“Me neither,” Levi admitted. “This is why I generally hate people… I never know what they want me to say or think, or do.”

Eren blinked a couple times. More adjusted to the darkness, he leaned up and kissed Levi on the cheek.

“I appreciate it.”

Eren suddenly laughed, hugging his stomach as he erupted with cackles.

“Stop that!”

Eren rolled over, pushing their chests together, and wrapped his arms around Levi’s neck, squeezing tight.

“Stop! What the hell are you doing? Eren!”

“We’re cuddling…” Eren grinned, planting another kiss on Levi’s face.

Levi winced, slowly putting his arms around Eren. “I don’t cuddle.”

“Never?”

“Occasionally…” Levi frowned, “But I don’t tackle or grab people when I do it.”

Eren just chuckled, placing his head in the hollow of Levi’s neck, nuzzling.

Levi pursed his lips, looking away. “Night, Eren.”

“Goodnight, Sir.”

As much as Levi didn’t want to admit it… the embrace was kind of nice…

Chapter Text

A very happy noise slipped through the slight part of Eren’s lips. He nuzzled the warmth—He didn’t know pillows came with heaters. That’s awesome. In his slumbering daze, he squeezed his pillow and nuzzled it a bit more. Wiggling a bit, Eren cuddled up against the incredible heat and smiled like the dork he truly was. He didn’t know why his pillow smelled like cologne, but it was nice to smell and gentle on his nose. He chuckled. “Pillows are… so silly.”

“Is that so, Pup?”

Eren lifted his head. He lazily opened one eye, then the other. He blinked a bit, light peering into his green eyes, and he saw a somewhat blurry figure. A huge grin formed on his lips. “Levi, Sir… you’re gorgeous.”

Levi snickered, placing a hand on Eren’s brown hair, messing up the bedhead even further. “You really are something when you wake up.”

“Mhm.” Eren closed his eyes, yawning a bit as he nuzzled Levi’s chest. He got comfy and smiled. “Pillows are so nice nowadays, Sir.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

Eren opened his eyes again. Taking a look at his pillow, he backed his head away and blinked about four times before staring blankly at Levi. “You… you’re my pillow.”

Unable to hold it in, Levi laughed, tousling Eren’s hair. He shook his head, giving a soft sigh. “Now I know what Armin was talking about.”

“Armin… was talking? When?”

“Nothing, Pup. Good morning.”

“Mornin’,” Eren mumbled. He pulled his arms away from Levi and began rubbing his eyes. He rolled over onto his back and yawned. “What time is it, Sir?”

“Late.” Levi rolled over onto his side, resting his head on his arm. “It’s about eleven thirty, last I checked. We both slept in.”

“Hmm, good.” Eren nodded. “It’s your first day off work, right? So you should sleep in.”

Levi smiled softly, bringing up his other hand to poke Eren’s nose.

Eren’s face distorted and he wiggled, shaking his head.

Levi flashed a rare smile and rolled over, away from Eren. “I hope you don’t mind, I turned off your phone.”

“Huh?” Eren blinked. “Why?”

“Your alarm,” he reached for the phone at the bedside, “Went off, so I had to get out of bed and find it; of course, it was in your pants. I didn’t mind, then your second alarm went off, then your third. I didn’t know how many alarms you had – or why – but I just turned it off.” He grabbed the phone and offered it to the brunet. “Here.”

“Thanks.” Eren took it and clicked the power button, holding it until the soft light came on. “Mm, yeah,” he mumbled, “I’ve got like… five, five or six alarms, in case I don’t wake up.”

“Five… or six?”

“Mhm.”

Levi didn’t know why, but he leaned over and pressed his lips against Eren’s cheek, planting a small kiss.

Eren smiled, dropping his phone on the bedsheets and slipping his arms around Levi’s neck.

“Eren.”

Too tired to hear the warning in his tone (or possibly just too sleepy to care), Eren just nuzzled Levi’s neck.

“Such a fucking dork.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Get off, Mutt.”

“No Sir.”

“Eren…”

⁂

It only took two spanks to correct the behaviour. Eren jolted awake and instantly apologised. Levi could have made him beg for forgiveness, but with his messed up bedhead and big green puppy dog eyes… Levi found himself gracing Eren with leniency. He figured after the great sex from last night and extra three hours of rather nice sleep that it was okay to be just a little soft.

The two of them eventually stepped into the bathroom.

Eren cleaned Levi’s room and bathroom once a day, but it felt odd to be in there. It was a rather large bathroom with a large rain shower, three sinks, a massive mirror, a Jacuzzi that could fit three people, and several towel racks. All Eren was going to do was take a shower, but it felt like he was in the master’s lair or something.

“Every ogre has a swamp,” Shrek whispered.

“Stop it!” Eren closed his eyes and smacked his head repeatedly. “No!”

Levi paused, glancing over his naked shoulder. “Eren?”

Eren opened his eyes and just started laughing nervously.

“What was that about?”

“Um, well, I uh um, hmmm. That is a good question!” He couldn’t exactly go spilling on about how he mentally imagining Levi as Shrek, or that he had done it before, several times. “Um, hey… You remember, my first day here? When you asked me what I was thinking about when I was drinking tea?—And I told you, how I didn’t want to be an old lady so you would kiss me?”

Levi took in a very sharp breath. “Yes…”

“Well, your response was something like, ‘I wish I didn’t ask’…” Eren laughed louder than he should have. “So, yeah, it’s one of those. You’re totally gonna regret asking.”

Levi just nodded and faced forward. “I’ll respect your judgement.”

“Thank you, Sir!”

Levi silently chuckled, stepping into the shower, keeping the glass door open. He turned the knobs, hearing it move through the pipes before warm water rained down. “Do you like hot showers?”

“Uh, yeah.” Eren looked up. The ‘nozzle’ of the shower was a large disc with the diameter the same length as his arm. He stepped under it and was surprised by how gentle the water fell over him. “Why do you ask?”

“I like hot showers, some people don’t. Fucking freaks.” Levi moved his neck to the side, rubbing his shoulder. “Speaking of freaks, Armin’s a savage. Never take a shower with him. You’ll get sunburned, by water. The temperature’s Satan’s fucking ass.”

Eren laughed, crossing his arms over his chest. He glanced over Levi’s body, staring at his back—the way his shoulder blades were so pronounced, and how he could see the little bumps of his spine, the strength of his shoulders and his arms… As soon as he saw Levi move his chin to glance over his shoulder, Eren looked away, trying not to look guilty.

Levi was well aware Eren was oogling over his body, but he found it a little amusing. Contrary to common belief, sexual attraction was not necessary in Dominance and submission, but it definitely didn’t hurt.

Eren felt a little awkward being naked with Levi, just because it was so casual. He knew it was something he was going to have to get used to, but that didn’t make it easier. The strength to stand naked, he repeated in his mind. That’s what Levi taught him. As a sub, he was supposed to strive for improvement. But it was still weird! He cringed and bit his lip, distracting himself with thoughts of chores and the smell of Levi’s skin, and how his fingers moved inside—Shit, no. He was so distracted by his own internal struggle, that when Levi slipped an arm around his waist he just screamed.

Levi just stared, shaking his head. “I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do with you, sometimes.”

“S-Sorry S-Sir!” Eren’s cheeks burned and he looked away. It was moments like these that their height difference was as clear as it could be, but Eren couldn’t help but feel small around Levi. He rubbed his arm and tried once again to distract himself. He glanced to the side, seeing a couple bottles of soap and shampoo. “Oh, my stuff’s in our bathroom, well my bathroom… I mean the one I share with Armin. Should I just use one of these?”

“Sure.” Levi broke away from Eren, a faint smile curving the corners of his mouth. “Just use mine. It’s almost empty, so I have to open the next bottle anyway.”

“Okay.”

Levi took over from there. He grabbed a spare shower sponge and scrubbed Eren like the clean freak he was; there was so much scrubbing that Eren’s arm became red. He felt like a clean fairy princess. He wasn’t sure why it was a fairy princess, but it was nice. It was almost like Levi was pampering him… with soap, a sponge, and pain. The idea became less romantic in his head the more he thought about it. When he was deemed ‘clean enough’, he stepped back and watched Levi scrub himself like a madman.

All the while, Eren’s green eyes kept glancing to Levi’s side… He kept glancing to that line, the scar, the way it curved down then back up. Eren couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to run his finger over the ridges—what would it be like to run his tongue over that faint pink scar? Swallowing hard, Eren knew it wasn’t ever going to happen. Unless he did it while Levi was sleeping, but that would just be dishonest, wouldn’t it? No, not dishonest, since he wasn’t lying about anything, but it would just be one way of going behind Levi’s back and that wasn’t okay.

With a sigh, Eren knew he needed to stop thinking about it. The water stopped, Levi was done, so Eren shook his head violently, throwing tiny droplets of water everywhere.

“Eren.”

“Ah!” Eren backed up against the wall, realising he probably hit Levi with fifty thousand water drops. “Sorry! It just, uh, it just saves time… for drying my hair.”

Levi snorted, shaking his head. “One moment you’re staring at my scar and the next you forget I’m even here.”

Eren meeped, very loudly.

Levi looked away, eyes staring at a non-existent point. He scratched the back of his neck. “I know you’re curious, but it’s not something I want to discuss and it’s not something I’m ever going to tell you about.”

“Huh?”

“The scars.”

“Oh!” Eren looked down at his feet like a scolded child. “That’s okay, Sir! I’m just, naturally really curious about things, but I know it bothers you and I don’t want to bother you. I wasn’t going to bring it up.”

“Very curious,” Levi muttered. He cocked his head to the side, steel eyes sliding to Eren. “I like that about you, actually.”

“You…” Eren looked up. “Do?”

“Yeah. If a sub isn’t jumping for joy to try new things with his or her Dom, then… Well, there’s no right or wrong way to dominate and submit, but I just wouldn’t be interested. That sub wouldn’t be for me… I need them to have curiosity.”

“Oh…”

Levi suddenly smirked.

Eren wasn’t sure why Levi looked so amused and it made him realise, even after a week, he barely understood that man.

⁂

The rest of the morning went by well. They dried off, put on clothes, Levi made fun of Eren’s vest again, Eren then took it off, but was ordered to put it back on. Confused, startled, and looking like a poor lost puppy, Levi couldn’t help but kiss him softly. A smile, however tentative, returned on Eren’s face and they went down the stairs.

Levi heard the light clanging of plates and cups and smiled as he entered the kitchen. “Morning, Armin.”

“Morning Master!” Armin grinned from ear to ear, placing small square plates on the glass table. “Morning, Eren!”

“Morning!” Eren grinned. With Armin bouncing around with so much energy, it was hard not to get excited. Eren realised a bouncy Armin was adorable and infectious. Even so, he couldn’t let Armin do all the work. “Here, let me help.”

“No, no, it’s okay.” Armin turned and grabbed three mugs. “Great timing. You two sit, I made breakfast. Well, lunch, brunch, whatever.”

Levi took his usual seat at the head of the table, crossing his legs. “Eren, make the coffee.”

“No need,” Armin pushed Eren into a chair. “I already made tea, don’t worry.” He ran over to the kitchen table and grabbed a long plate and brought it to the table. On the plate was a long sponge cake, rolled up in a cylinder to look like a log. It had a very light brown exterior, with whipped cream running over the top. Armin grabbed a large knife and quickly cut Levi a slice, putting on his plate, before doing the same for Eren.

“Wow,” Eren blinked, “Did you make this?”

“Yeah!” Armin grinned, “I figured you two would sleep in, so I had the time to really go all out.”

Levi tilted his head, looking at the slice on his plate. A small smile formed on his lips as steel eyes glanced up to the blond. “You look like you had fun.”

“Mhm,” Armin nodded, “It’s been a while.”

Eren stared at the cake, seeing the yellow of the sponge cake base and the white of cream and something red at the centre. “What kind of cake is it?”

“Oh,” Armin cast him a nonchalant glance, “Congrats on the Sex, cake.”

Eren’s face went red and he mumbled something that didn’t quite make sense to anyone.

Levi just snickered.

“Strawberry,” Armin giggled, “Strawberry with vanilla cream. Oh and I made oolong tea to go with it, the one that’s a bit bitter, so it’s sweet cake with bitter tea.” He turned around, grabbing the teapot. He brought it over and quickly began pouring.

Levi muttered thanks as he grabbed a steaming mug, bringing it to his nose. “Is this the milk oolong?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Hmm.” Levi glanced at it. “I thought we ran out of this blend?”

“Well, now we did. We only had a couple teaspoons left. I had to mix it with a bit of Earl Grey just to make sure there was enough for a full pot.” Armin placed the teapot down and then served himself a slice of the cake. “Oh, we don’t have forks.”

Eren looked up, “I can–”

But Armin was already up. He grabbed three small forks from the drawer and placed them next to each plate. Taking a seat, finally, he grinned.

Eren looked at Armin, seeing that huge smile on his face. Even if he was doing more ‘work’, he was clearly enjoying it. It made Eren smile, and he wondered how he could make it up to him. He grabbed the small fork, having a mini flashback to the scene in Titanic where the guy had to work his way in. He broke off a little piece of the cake, one that had enough of the cake itself and the cream. Physically, it looked incredibly simple, but when he scooped it into his mouth… He had to close his eyes. His insides were melting. Creamy, sweet, still a little warm, and with the right touch of strawberry.

Before Eren had taken his first bite, Levi had already finished his piece. He washed the sweetness down with the oolong and black tea mix. “Armin,” he spoke lightly, “I actually liked the way you mixed these two blends. Remind me to bother Ymir next time for more oolong.”

Armin began serving Levi another slice, but pouted all the while. “Sir.” He spoke flatly. “I’ll take care of it when I go for groceries. I’m sure the last place you want to go, now, is the shopping mall again.”

Levi snorted, but gave a nod. Even if he was the Master and Armin was his slave, he knew better than to fight the blond on this. He could choose most battles, but not this one. He’d never win. He thanked Armin as he placed another slice on his plate.

Eren looked between them, sensing something in the subtext.

Armin noticed Eren’s face and he couldn’t help but chuckle. The way Eren looked so confused was adorable. “I didn’t have enough of one kind of tea, so I mixed it with another kind of tea.”

“Oh, no, I got that.” Eren wiggled in his seat a bit, feeling like an idiot. “I just didn’t get that bit about shopping malls.”

“Oh,” Armin smiled, “Well the place we buy our tea from is in the same shopping mall as Rivaille. The stores are actually next door to each other. Since it’s Levi’s week off, I just said the last place he wanted to go was back there.”

“Oh.” Eren nodded, “Okay. I get it now.”

“Congrats,” Levi muttered in a dry tone, shoving another piece of cake in his mouth to hide his smile.

⁂

After breakfast—despite the protests—Eren helped Armin clean. The kitchen had a magical girl transformation into a spotless area, and they were pleased with their work. The two of them wondered where Levi wandered off to and found him in the T.V. room, sitting on a recliner chair, watching a shitty reality show.

Eren took a seat on the couch, adjusting himself so he was leaning on the armrest and his legs were on the couch seats. Armin decided, since Eren took up the whole couch, he was very much entitled to the spot between Eren’s legs. He somehow got himself between both Eren’s arms and legs and leaned back on the brunet.

The reality show was horrifying.

It was about six women in their early twenties with too much money and too much attitude travelling the world. Levi heard about the show, from Marco, how it started off as a pretty good show about the world and travel and different culture, but with each season the stars got richer and more pampered. The way Marco put it, seven seasons of idol worship could destroy anyone.

It seemed the point of the new season was to make ‘Zapper’ the new thing. Everything was so ‘Zapper’. The local food was zapper, the local musician was zapper, the wine was zapper, and the local landmark was extra zapper!

Levi kept watching for some strange reason. “It’s been a while since I’ve wasted my life.”

“It’s healthy,” Eren pointed out, “To do it every once in a while. Good for the soul, right Armin?”

“Right!” Armin nodded once.

“Hm,” Levi tilted his head. “Maybe. It’s nice, I guess. It’s like I’m dead but not full. It’s so… zapper.”

Eren cringed.

Armin refused to vocalise his thoughts.

Levi made a face, disgusted with himself.

Eren watched the T.V. but he eventually looked around the room. It felt… a little strange to just be so, so, domestic with the two of them. It was nice, really nice. He felt Armin wiggle a bit every once in a while, Levi occasionally casting a curious glance. He didn’t know how much time had passed but he eventually heard a soft sigh and he blinked. Armin was leaning on him, head turned a bit to press his forehead against Eren’s neck, eyes closed, soft breathing. “Oh, he fell asleep.”

Levi nodded. “Armin has a bit of an irregular sleeping pattern. He dozes off every once in a while.”

“Yeah,” Eren looked at him. “You told me, Sir.”

“I did?” Levi thought back. “Oh, that’s right. I did.”

Eren hugged Armin a bit tighter. He watched the closed eyelids, slightly parted lips, soft expression. “He’s adorable.”

Levi chuckled, nodding. As soon as one of the girls on T.V. said ‘Zapper’ again, he yanked the remote and turned it off. He just couldn’t do it anymore. He got out of his seat and rubbed his neck. He cast a glance to his two subs, fighting the urge to smile. “I need a walk. Take care of Armin, will you?”

Eren smiled. It wasn’t an order, but a request. “Of course, Sir.”

Levi nodded and left the room.

Eren heard the footsteps in the quiet hall. They sounded like they went up the stairs. He tilted his head, wondering how someone could take a walk up the stairs. He wondered if there was maybe some secret room he didn’t know about—His first thought was that he wasn’t dusting it once a day. Chuckling, he thought back to his chores. He knew he still had to sweep outside; that was usually done before the afternoon, but with sleeping in with Levi and having to be Armin’s pillow it looked like sleep was to blame, not him.

⁂

Armin napped for another twenty minutes before his eyes fluttered open. He yawned and tried to stretch a little, but felt the resistance of Eren’s arms around him. Realising where he was, a smile formed on his lips and he curled up. He heard Eren chuckle and couldn’t help but softly laugh as well. “How long, did I,” he yawned again, “Sleep for?”

“I have no idea,” Eren admitted. “But, what I do know, is that you were pretty cute the whole time.”

“Charming.” Armin grinned, closing his eyes. “You’re nice to nap on, Eren.”

“I am?” Eren squeezed him a little tighter. “Well, you can nap on me whenever you want. I mean it, anytime, anyplace. I promise.”

Armin opened his blue eyes and eventually forced himself to back away from Eren just a little so he could place a small kiss on the tip of Eren’s nose. He grinned wide, watching the slightly startled expression. A coy smile formed on his lips and he leaned in slowly, closing his eyes again.

Eren closed his eyes, feeling those soft lips on his. He felt his cheeks warm and almost whined when the kiss broke as soon as it began. He pouted.

Armin chuckled, but then paused. He leaned in, then moved his head back.

Eren blinked. “What?”

“You smell like Levi.”

“Oh,” Eren chuckled, “Yeah I used his body wash ‘cause I showered in his bathroom this morning. What, you don’t like it?”

“Oh, I like it,” Armin explained. He wondered how to word it, then smiled. “It’s just, I guess I sort of like Levi on Levi, and you on you. Yours fits you better, but I still like it.”

Eren leaned in and smooched Armin’s cheek.

Armin smooched back, then looked around. “Where did Levi go?”

“Oh, he said he was going for a walk… but he went upstairs, I think. I haven’t heard the front door open, but it’s pretty far away so I don’t know…”

Armin suddenly frowned, wiggling out of Eren’s embrace. He stood up and crossed his arms, pursing his lips. “I’ve got to make sure he’s not working…”

“Working? Isn’t it his week off?”

“Yeah, it’s his week off, but… It’s not easy for him to leave his work at work. It’s pretty important to him, despite what he says, but he’s been digging his own grave with how hard he’s been working. I’m worried about him, a little.”

Eren nodded. “Yeah… He seemed pretty, exhausted today.”

Armin looked at him and smiled a very forced smile. “They do that to him. He says he’s going to take time off, so the company overworks him as much as they can while they still have him. Then, when he’s here, they keep bugging him, messaging him, and if I take my eyes off of him for a second, he’s probably working. He needs time off or he’ll burn out.”

Eren pursed his lips. “Sounds rough…”

“Yeah… He’s got his luxuries, but a lot of shit to put up with. He says he can’t complain since he’s got money, but… sometimes I wish he did. I mean, just because you’re not suffering as much as another person doesn’t mean you still can’t have problems, and it doesn’t mean you can’t vent… I mean stress builds up for everyone, and it’s only healthy to let it go and, and…” Armin suddenly realised he was rambling, so he looked away and scratched the back of his head. “Sorry.”

“No, no,” Eren stood up, “Don’t be. You’re right.”

“I didn’t mean to ramble.” Armin pulled out his phone, checking the time. “Shit, it’s almost two. We’re both behind on our chores. How about, you leave Levi to me, and we’ll both get to work, okay?”

“Okay.” Eren leaned in, smooching Armin once more.

Armin blinked twice, surprised. A smile formed on his face, cheeks warming. He turned and left the room, grinning like an idiot.

⁂

Eren finished sweeping the front and now was working on the backyard. It was pretty easy: All he had to do, really, was sweep all the dust onto the grass and make sure the path was clear. He was busy listening to his music while he swept. It was a song halfway between techno and dubstep, but softer. He found it online under something called ‘Melodic Dubstep’. It was a bit weird, combined mechanical techno beats with the wavy bass of dubstep, plus a female singer in a whispering voice. Kind of cool, though.

He finished sweeping and pulled his phone out of his pocket, checking the time—two thirty—and stuffed his phone back in.

Eren placed the overpriced broom by the door and took another look at the backyard. His green eyes were drawn to the blue pool.

His first day at this house Armin told him he was free to use it whenever.

Wasn’t it heated?

Something about a cleaning mechanism…?

Eren tried to remember, but it had been a while… That, and he was pretty sure he was mentally noting how cute Armin was. Chuckling, he walked over to the pool and leaned down. He looked at the blue water and reached forward. He tapped the surface with a finger, sending mini ripples outward. “Oh wow, it is warm.” He slowly dipped his hand in.

“I’ll push you in.”

Eren yelped, spine going straight as he turned around. “Levi, Sir—Ah!”

“Eren!”

His feet fumbled and he felt himself fall. One moment he was looking at Levi, then everything was blue, with little white puffs. He blinked, realising he was staring at the sky.

“Eren!” Levi had latched onto his collar, stopping him from falling in.

Eren paused, looking at his Dom. “You caught me…” His cheeks flushed, “It’s a little romantic, Sir…”

“You fucking idiot.” Levi rolled his eyes then gave a fierce tug, throwing Eren in the other direction.

With another loud yelp, Eren was thrown forward faster than he expected. His couldn’t quite catch his footing and dove forward, taking one large shaky step after another, arms flailing in the air, before he tripped over red bricks and dove head first into a flowerbed.

Levi just watched as soil was thrown every-which-where as Eren flailed in the dirt. He was clearly unimpressed, but a small sigh left his throat. “I guess it’s my fault… Scaring you is inherently a stupid fucking idea… Cause and effect.”

“Aha!” Eren shouted as he stood up, covered in dirt. He suddenly saluted, “Sir!”

Levi cringed and took a couple steps forward, closing the distance between them. “You’re not making anything better.”

Eren winced and wondered what he could do to make it better. A brilliant idea crossed his mind, he leaned in for a kiss–

“Don’t.” Levi hissed. “You’re covered in dirt, you filthy animal.”

“Oh, sorry…” Eren scratched his cheek, somehow effectively making both his hand and his cheek dirtier. “I guess I’ll take another shower… I’ll go do that.”

“Fuck no.”

“Huh?”

Levi’s steel eyes narrowed. “You’ll leave a trail of soil all over the house.”

“Oh…”

“Here,” Levi offered his hand, “Give me your phone and your wallet.”

“Um, okay.” Eren reached in his pocket, pulling out his phone. “My wallet’s inside.”

“Do you have anything else in your pockets?”

“Nope.”

“Good.”

“Um, Sir?”

“Yes, Eren?”

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to spray you with the garden hose.”

Eren suddenly yelped, stepping back, once more tripping over the bricks and landing in the flower bed and causing soil to fly in the air.

⁂

Endless plains of sand rolling, moving at the whim of sorceress, war waged against the tyrant who destroyed her country. Armin flipped the page of the book. He had picked this one out not because it seemed interesting, but just because it was a fantasy novel. In Levi’s collection, about half of the books were fiction, but only a couple were fantasy novels. Fantasy was always his favourite.

Armin was on the third floor, lounging on one of the fancy sofas in Levi’s library. He flipped another page, reading about the sand empress. The book, overall, was pretty good. He just couldn’t see Levi reading it, though. He wondered if he bought it for one of his subs at one point.

Majority of Levi’s fantasy novels were gifts for Armin.

However, as Armin moved through the endless plains of sand, sudden screams snapped him out of his daze. He sat up and looked around, glancing to the window. He slipped in his green page marker and placed the book down on the coffee table. He walked over to the window, turning the lock and pushed it open.

A light breeze blew in; and, as much as he wanted to enjoy it, the screaming became louder too.

His blue eyes looked into the garden and he paused.

Eren was naked in the garden, running in circles, flailing his arms wildly, screaming as Levi sprayed him with the garden hose.

Armin just blinked.

The nozzle of the hose was one with several settings, such as a gentle rain or a mist spray, but Levi had turned it to the high pressure mode, which was thin but long range. Supported by Eren’s screaming, it probably hurt a bit too.

Armin kept staring. He didn’t try to understand what was going on. He figured if Eren was involved, he probably wouldn’t figure it out unless he asked directly. A small smile forming on his lips, he closed the window and locked it. He turned around and left the library; going into the hallway, he headed down the stairs. He stopped by their bedroom, slipping into the bathroom and grabbing a couple towels. Leaving the room, he walked down the stairs again and ended on the first floor.

He made his way to the kitchen, flicking on the kettle. Eren would probably be freezing and warm tea was always a good thing. He placed the towels down on the kitchen counter and hummed to himself. He had the large tea bag from this morning. Since it was oolong tea, it could be reused several times. He added a spoonful of sugar to the teapot, knowing Eren would probably want it. After pouring the steaming water into the teapot, he grabbed the towels again and headed to the open door leading to the garden.

“Sir!” Eren shouted, “Please Sir! I’m clean Sir!”

Levi just kept spraying him.

“Sir!”

Armin couldn’t help but chuckle as he stepped out. “Master, don’t be too harsh on him.”

“It’s okay.” Levi didn’t take his eyes off Eren. “He’s into BDSM, that means he likes pain.”

“I like sexual pain!” Eren screamed liked a girl, jumping from one foot to another as Levi sprayed at his feet. “This is just cold water!”

Levi laughed.

“Master,” Armin said in his extra cute voice.

“Fine.” Levi let go of the handle and tossed the garden hose on the grass.

Eren sobbed a little.

“Come here,” Armin cooed, “I brought towels.”

“Oh,” Levi seemed impressed. He took a couple steps forward then pressed a kiss on Armin’s forehead. “Perfect.” He chuckled.

Armin chuckled.

Eren was not chuckling. He was sobbing.

Armin threw the towel over Eren’s shoulder, watching him clutch to it like it was his lifeforce. He noticed a tear moving down Eren’s face and – even though he shouldn’t have – he couldn’t help but laugh. Feeling a little bad about it, he kissed Eren’s cheek. “Come on, let’s go inside. I’ll take care of you, okay?”

Eren nodded about eight times.

Glancing over to Levi, Armin tried to hide his smile. “Sir, it’s almost three. You have to call Hanji.”

“Good Kitten,” Levi turned around. “I’ll do that now.”

⁂

Nice and warm, clothed and sipping on hot tea, Eren sat at the kitchen table, sniffling a little bit.

Armin used a small towel to dry Eren’s hair. “So, you shave.”

“H-Huh?” Eren looked up.

Armin looked down at him. “I peeked when you were naked… It’s only fair.”

“I guess,” Eren sipped his drink. “You could have found that out earlier if you weren’t such a jerk-face tease.”

Armin snickered.

Eren grinned, looking up again. “You don’t like it?”

“Huh? Oh, no I do.” Armin smiled, “I’m just a little surprised. You don’t seem like the kind of guy that would. I mean, I guessed you would trim, but I thought you would be closer to Levi I guess.” Armin waited until Eren was taking a sip before he whispered in his ear: “I’ll still go down on you, don’t you worry.”

Eren choked on his drink.

Armin covered his mouth with his hand, hiding his laugh. “You care a lot about what I think of you…”

“Well… yeah,” he said as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

He stepped away, heading to the fridge, small smile on his lips. “We had a pretty late breakfast, so I’m guessing we’re going to have a late lunch and late dinner…” He opened the fridge door. He couldn’t find anything inspiring so he looked over his shoulder. “Eren, what do you want me to make for lunch?”

“Cucumber sandwiches!”

Armin laughed, shaking his head. “Again?”

“Well… why not?”

“Okay,” Armin turned around, instantly grabbing what he needed. “I might add some smoked salmon and capers to it, make it a bit different.”

“Ack! No!”

“Hey!” Armin frowned, looking over his shoulder. “Knock it before you mock it!”

⁂

Lunch was served, and Eren found it was pretty good… He still wasn’t a fan of salmon, preferred it without, but he was pretty sure Armin could serve him human flesh with parsley for decoration and he would want more. He ate about five sandwiches before Armin had to remind him that they were going to eat dinner later.

Walking into the kitchen with a scowl, Levi grabbed a glass of water and sipped on it. “I’m going to kill Hanji.”

Armin blinked, “Why?”

“No reason, I just always want to kill Hanji. We actually had a nice conversation for once, but I still want to kill her.” He glanced to the table, “Cucumber sandwiches?” He grabbed one, a bit surprised Armin would make the same dish twice. He noticed the red, and took a bite. He chewed on it for a bit before giving a nod. “Nice.”

“Thank you,” Armin smiled.

“Armin,” Levi sipped his drink again, “Has Erwin called back?”

“No, Master.”

“I see…”

Eren snickered.

“Hm?” Armin blinked, glancing to Eren.

“Just,” Eren grinned, “I like it when you call him Master.”

“I called him Master?” Armin chuckled, “Sorry, it’s a habit now.”

Levi shrugged. “You can call me whatever you want. I don’t give a fuck.”

“Sir or Master?”

“Yeah.”

Eren was still grinning. “What about Mister? Mister Levi. Lord Levi?”

“Oh!” Armin’s eyes lit up. “Earl Levi?”

“Duke Levi!”

“What about Advisor?” Armin looked at his Master. “Advisor Levi… Councillor Levi.”

Eren slammed his hands on the glass table, rattling everything. “Headmaster Levi!”

“Oh!” Armin’s eyes went wide with arousal. “We’ve been such bad school boys, punish us Headmaster!”

With both of his subs looking at him intensely, Levi just sipped his tea. He placed the mug down, clearing his throat. He looked at Eren, then to Armin, then to Eren again. “You two disappoint me…”

Eren deflated.

Armin just burst into a giggling fit.

⁂

Once again, Armin tried to do all the cleaning himself and Eren knew there was no way he was going to let that happen, even when Armin gave the most adorable pout on the whole planet. With the two of them, it didn’t take long. Armin ended up giving Eren a kiss on the cheek before he poofed and disappeared off to somewhere. Eren felt his cheeks redden, but that left him alone in the kitchen. Deciding he would rather not be alone, he entered the living room to find Levi sitting on the couch, legs crossed, reading a book.

Eren approached slowly as to not startle the man.

Levi glanced to the side, a sly smile forming on his lips. “Needing entertainment, Pup?”

Eren blinked, scratching the back of his head. “Well, no…” He took a seat next to Levi, sitting cross-legged on the sofa cushion. “It’s just a big house, and I was wondering where everyone went.”

“I’m here,” Levi said with an amused tone.

Eren pouted. “I know that.”

Levi snorted, glancing back to his book.

“What are you reading?”

Levi flicked his wrist, turning the book so he could glance at the cover. “The total and utter state of nihilism caused by the death of ‘God’, in the mythological usage of the word. Nietzsche.”

“Um…” Eren stared at Levi for a couple seconds before he tilted his head, “What?”

“Nietzsche.” Levi frowned. “He’s a philosopher known for being a fuck up and a shit face and a moronic fucking genius, as most philosophers are.”

Eren had a blank face.

Levi smirked. He grabbed his bookmark, slipped it in, then tossed the book carelessly onto the coffee table. “I’ve had enough of his bullshit. You can lay your head in my lap if you want.”

Eren suddenly smiled. He half wondered if Levi was giving him permission because he wanted him to; from what he understood of Levi, the man never openly expressed a desire for affectionate gestures or even just human proximity. Eren turned around and leaned back, resting his head in Levi’s lap with a dorky smile on his face. Even if Levi never expressed interest in being close to someone, surely he had to have a need for it (however small), Eren assumed. Everyone did, after all.

Levi slipped his fingers into Eren’s hair. Looking down, he tilted his head ever so slightly. “I’m curious, Eren, do you have a religious view of any sort? Even just a view on theology?”

“Um, not really.” Eren shrugged, not really knowing what theology even meant. “I don’t really know what I believe. I don’t really care, either… I just sort of live life day to day and don’t think too much about that stuff, Sir.”

Levi smiled. “You’re simple… I like that.”

“You do?”

“Armin and I can discuss philosophy for hours,” Levi explained. “It’s nice, but he strongly believes one thing and I strongly believe the other. Our discussions are civil, of course. I’d fucking spank him if they weren’t, but I think if you don’t have a view you’d fit just fine with us.”

Eren smiled, taking it as a compliment? “Um, can I ask why you asked, though?”

“No reason, really.” Levi shrugged. “I could care less, but it was on my mind since I was just reading some faggot philosopher’s view.”

“Faggot… philosopher?”

“He got syphilis at a male brothel, or so the rumours go.”

Eren laughed, not sure why he found that funny. “Well, if you and Armin ever have a philosophy talk thingy, you can leave me out. I probably wouldn’t even know what to say…”

Levi continued to play with Eren’s hair, steel blue eyes glancing to deep green. “I’m pretty sure you can say something useful. You’ll play the fool.”

“Oh, thanks!”

Levi chuckled. “You know, fools used to be licensed.”

Eren blinked. “What? Really?”

“Mhm.” Levi nodded, tapping Eren’s nose and watching him make a face. An amused smile formed on his lips. “Fools, or jesters, or whatever, had to be licensed. They were supposed to entertain, but also criticise. They could point out folly, contradictions, hypocrites, without worrying about punishment. They had to be funny, stupid to an extent, but they also had to be witty, so they were obviously not always a moron. A fool had the privilege of talking his mind, no matter what it was about… Sure, if they went too far they got whipped – like how you’d get spanked – but by royal or noble decree, they were excused for whatever they did or said. I’m sure they’d give you a license if you asked.”

“Hey!”

Levi chuckled, slipping his hand back into Eren’s hair.

Eren grinned, looking up at his Dom. “So… I guess I’m a nice contrast to Armin?”

“Yeah. You can give me something he can’t.” Levi nodded, “And…” He almost seemed to hesitate. “You’re a contrast to me, in many ways. You can give Armin something I can’t.”

Eren’s smile faded and he blinked. “You care for him… a lot, don’t you?”

“Yeah.”

Eren’s smile returned, softer this time, but it struggled to stay afloat before it disappeared. “Levi, Sir… there, there are a lot of times… um… There are a lot of times when it’s just me and you, like now, I’m just wondering where Armin is. I don’t want him to be left out, or anything.”

Levi paused. He glanced away for a moment before the very corners of his lips twitched upwards. “Armin is… I guess introverted is one word for it, but not quite what I’m looking for. I guess, he just needs a lot of ‘Me’ time, time by himself.”

“Oh,” Eren nodded, “Okay.”

“But, that being said…” Levi’s face became stern as he stared at no point in particular on the wall. “Since he’s moved in with me, Armin’s made a lot of close friends in the community… I know he’s not alone, but… when it comes to day to day, I get a bit worried, I guess. I worry about leaving him alone for so fucking long. Being introverted and wanting to be alone for a while, even a long while, is totally normal… But sometimes I wonder if he’s just too alone. Even the shitty housewives, and the househusbands, in this area get together for shitty gossip. But he’s alone when I’m at work… Too often.”

Eren swallowed hard, thinking about it. “I guess everyone needs balance. Both extremes are bad… and all that generic stuff, right?”

“Yes.” Levi continued to play with Eren’s hair, eyes still unfocused on nothing in particular.

“You… you really do care about him.”

“Of course,” Levi looked down. “It’s a part of our contract. He serves me, I take care of him.”

“No, but…” Eren grinned, “You take care of him, yeah… but, you actually care about him a lot more than you let on.”

“Well,” Levi almost looked offended, “He’s been with me for a long time. Of course I’m going to take care of him, he never even got a fair chance at life and…” He trailed off, realising he probably said too much already.

“Huh?”

“Nothing.”

Eren chuckled, looking up at his Dom. “You’re a nice guy, Levi.”

“And you can go fuck yourself, Eren.”

Chapter Text

“Hey!”

Levi chuckled, slipping his hand back into Eren’s hair.

Eren grinned, looking up at his Dom. “So… I guess I’m a nice contrast to Armin?”

“Yeah. You can give me something he can’t.” Levi nodded, “And…” He almost seemed to hesitate. “You’re a contrast to me, in many ways. You can give Armin something I can’t.”

Eren’s smile faded and he blinked. “You care for him… a lot, don’t you?”

“Yeah.”

Eren’s smile returned, softer this time, but it struggled to stay afloat before it disappeared. “Levi, Sir… there, there are a lot of times… um… There are a lot of times when it’s just me and you, like now, I’m just wondering where Armin is. I don’t want him to be left out, or anything.”

Levi paused. He glanced away for a moment before the very corners of his lips twitched upwards. “Armin is… I guess introverted is one word for it, but not quite what I’m looking for. I guess, he just needs a lot of ‘Me’ time, time by himself.”

“Oh,” Eren nodded, “Okay.”

“But, that being said…” Levi’s face became stern as he stared at no point in particular on the wall. “Since he’s moved in with me, Armin’s made a lot of close friends in the community… I know he’s not alone, but… when it comes to day to day, I get a bit worried, I guess. I worry about leaving him alone for so fucking long. Being introverted and wanting to be alone for a while, even a long while, is totally normal… But sometimes I wonder if he’s just too alone. Even the shitty housewives, and the househusbands, in this area get together for shitty gossip. But he’s alone when I’m at work… Too often.”

Eren swallowed hard, thinking about it. “I guess everyone needs balance. Both extremes are bad… and all that generic stuff, right?”

“Yes.” Levi continued to play with Eren’s hair, eyes still unfocused on nothing in particular.

“You… you really do care about him.”

“Of course,” Levi looked down. “It’s a part of our contract. He serves me, I take care of him.”

“No, but…” Eren grinned, “You take care of him, yeah… but, you actually care about him a lot more than you let on.”

“Well,” Levi almost looked offended, “He’s been with me for a long time. Of course I’m going to take care of him, he never even got a fair chance at life and…” He trailed off, realising he probably said too much already.

“Huh?”

“Nothing.”

Eren chuckled, looking up at his Dom. “You’re a nice guy, Levi.”

“And you can go fuck yourself, Eren.”

Eren snickered, knowing better to say anything. He looked up at his Dom, then his green eyes wandered to the ceiling. He couldn’t help but wonder where Armin was… Was he alone now? Eren made a face and suddenly sat up.

“Pup?”

Eren looked over his shoulder to Levi and offered a smile. “I’m gonna go bug Armin for a bit.”

Levi just smirked, giving a little nod.

Armin was in their bedroom, laying on his stomach, playing an app on his phone. It was fun at first but the novelty wore off within ten minutes and he was getting bored. When the door opened, he looked to the side and smiled at Eren. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Eren got on the bed and crawled next to the blond. He moved onto his side and looked at Armin.

Armin blinked, expecting Eren to do something. But after the small moment of silence, he chuckled. He should have figured he couldn’t expect anything normal from Eren. He looked back on his phone, deciding his game wasn’t that fun anymore. He hit the button at the top of his phone and flicked it to the side. He turned to Eren, giving him his attention. “What’s up?”

“Nothing…”

“Nothing?” Armin grinned.

“Well, not nothing, but…” Eren shrugged, realising he had nothing to say. He leaned over and kissed Armin’s cheek.

Armin was a little startled, but he smiled, cheeks warming ever so slightly. “You’re cute.”

“Not as cute as you,” Eren said quickly.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah,” Eren smirked, “You’re the cutest.”

Armin laughed, a little nervously. Sure he’d been flirted with before—but Eren’s flirting and Levi’s flirting were night and day. He moved onto his side as well, facing Eren. He brought his index finger up and booped Eren’s nose.

“Stop that!” Eren grabbed his nose with both hands. “You and Levi keep doing that! It’s not funny!”

Armin laughed, light and airy, carefree. “Sorry, you just give the most perfect reaction.” He leaned over and kissed Eren’s hands.

Slowly, Eren moved his hands away and tried to frown, but he ended up smiling. “You’re a dork.”

“Me? I think you’re the dork.”

“No!” Eren sat up. “I’m not a dork!”

“A total dork!” Armin sat up as well.

“I am not!”

“The first thing you said to me was that I don’t look like Shrek!”

“Shush!” Eren frowned. “Don’t talk about him!”

Armin couldn’t help himself—he leaned in and captured Eren’s mouth with his. He wasn’t sure what happened, but somehow Eren ended up lying on his back while he straddled his hips, leaning down as their lips were against each other.

Eren grinned, laughing between the tiny breaths between the string of short kisses. Feeling more courageous than before, his hands grabbed Armin’s shoulders, then went down his sides, feeling the curve of his body, before stopping at the blond’s hips.

Armin broke the kiss, hovering his mouth over the brunet’s. “Eren…”

“I swear if you ask me to stop…”

“I’m not trying to tease this time,” Armin admitted, “But we can’t fool around, I’ve got to cook dinner.”

Eren practically sobbed. “Worst day ever.”

Armin laughed, pecking a kiss on Eren’s lips. “Sorry.”

“You’re such a tease…”

“Not this time!” he defended, “You’re the one who came here to bug me. You were spending time with Levi, I didn’t plan on teasing you.”

Eren opened his eyes. “Wait, so you planned the other ones?”

“Sort of…” Armin admitted with a snicker.

“You’re such an ass.”

“You wish you had my tight ass.”

Eren whimpered. “Tease!”

“Okay, okay,” Armin laughed, “That was a bit mean… but after dinner, I’m free…”

“Hnn…”

Armin kissed Eren again, slower this time.

Eren kissed back, hands sliding and wrapping around Armin’s waist.

Armin broke the kiss and he paused. He opened his eyes, looking aside, contemplating something…

Eren opened his eyes as well, pouting. “What are you planning?”

“Nothing… well, maybe something…” He grabbed one of Eren’s arms, pulling it away from his waist. He took Eren’s hand then guided it to the opening of his shirt.

Eren’s entire face heated up as his fingertips touched the smooth skin of Armin’s stomach. He swallowed hard, green eyes looking between Armin’s face and where his hand was, searching for some kind of answer.

“Do you…?” Armin almost seemed, shy, “Do you… want to… feel my body?”

“Y-Yeah…”

Armin’s cheeks warmed and he guided Eren’s hand up his body, over his stomach, then chest.

All the while, Eren was amazed at how incredibly soft the skin was. He closed his mouth in fear of saying something stupid and breathed through his nose. He could feel the body, skin on skin, the touch was almost electric in some ways. “Armin?”

“Y-Yeah?”

“Um… I thought you said we shouldn’t… start anything…” Eren fiercely blushed, “Because I’m hard.”

“I think… I think I am too.”

“You think?” Eren chuckled, looking down to Armin’s legs straddling his hips. He could indeed see something confined in the dark jeans. “Looks like you’re hard to me.”

“Yeah,” Armin blushed, biting his lip. “S-Sorry!” He instantly hopped off the brunet. “I have to go cook dinner…”

Eren raised an eyebrow, “Can I help?”

“Sure, just, you know…”

“Huh?”

“Gimme a sec, to calm down…”

“Oh. Right. Yeah. Sure.”

The two of them eventually came down the stairs and entered the kitchen. Eren kept staring at Armin’s ass but tried to keep his mind clean. They had to make dinner, for Levi. The thought of disappointing his Dom was enough to scare all the dirty thoughts away… though, then again, the more Eren thought about it, maybe Levi would give him a spanking…

A beep caught his attention.

Eren glanced to Armin, who was preheating the oven. “So, what are we making?”

“Stromboli,” Armin said simply.

“Stormboiling, what?”

“Stromboli.”

“A what?”

Armin brought a hand up to cover his mouth, chuckling. “Strom-bowl-ee.”

“Oh. Stromboli.” Eren blinked a couple times then looked around the kitchen for some kind of clue. Not finding anything, he looked back at Armin. “What’s that?”

“It’s basically… like a pizza, but in a sandwich form, because Levi thinks pizzas are disgusting and unclean and cheese strings horrify him. He had a nightmare about them once.”

Eren was about to laugh but then he paused.

“Yes. I’m serious.” Armin nodded slowly. “If you ever eat anything with melted cheese, cut the strings before you bring it to your mouth.”

“Okay. Noted.” Eren tilted his head. “Levi’s got a lot of weird little quirks…”

“Everyone does… We all just learn to deal with it, I guess. But he’s got enough money to make everyone around him accommodate them all, and he takes subs instead of boyfriends, so life is the way he wants it.”

Eren listened. He didn’t hear any contempt or even jealousy from Armin. It was stated just as fact. Armin didn’t seem to mind it, but then again neither did he. “Well, he’s lucky I guess.”

“I wouldn’t say that…” Armin began, but trailed off. “Anyway, we should get started.” He walked over to the fridge, opening the door with a tug. “Here.”

Eren was instantly handed something cold in pink butcher’s wrapping paper, a green pepper, a red onion, and mushrooms. He struggled to balance it all as Armin kept handing him more and more things, before the fridge door finally closed.

“Okay so, I’ll get you to chop the greens.” Armin grabbed a cutting board and a knife, placing it on the counter. “That’s the pepper,” he took the green pepper from Eren, “The onions,” he took the red onion, “And—Oh—the ham, one sec.” He opened the fridge again.

“Ham counts as the greens?” Eren teased.

Armin snickered, “Shush. Just put that stuff down and start chopping, okay?”

“I got all this stuff…”

“So put it down.”

“Yes, Sir!”

Armin grinned. “Sir, huh? That sounds nice. No wonder Levi likes it.”

Eren chuckled. He put the rest of the stuff down and grabbed the greens. He gave them a quick rinse under the tap then placed them on the cutting board. “So,” he took the knife, “How big do you want me to cut them?”

“Little squares, if you can.”

“Okay.”

Meanwhile, Armin grabbed the cooked ham placed in a plastic container. He had prepared it last night. He placed it next to the cutting board. “Same size as the rest.”

“Sure thing,” Eren nodded.

He grabbed the mushrooms, washing them carefully before breaking them into small uneven pieces with his hand and putting them in a bowl. He hummed a little as he worked. When he was done, he quickly grabbed a baking tray and layered it with a cookie sheet. He went back to the fridge and looked for the pizza dough he had made this morning while the cake was in the oven. Finding it, he took it out and closed the fridge door.

Eren had finished chopping everything up and looked over his shoulder. “All done!”

Armin smiled as he laid the pizza dough flat in a square on the cookie sheet. “Okay.” He looked left, then right, then snatched a plastic bag. “Can you put the pepperoni slices and the cheese on the dough? Leave about an inch uncovered though.”

Eren blinked, turning around and stepping behind the blond. “An inch?”

“It’s going to be folded,” he explained. “It just makes it easier.”

“Oh, okay. Sure… Uh, how much is an inch?”

Armin looked over his shoulder. “A seventh of Levi’s dick.”

“Ahuhah,” Eren sputtered, backing away.

Armin laughed, throwing his head back. He eventually calmed down and grabbed a toothpick. “Sorry. You’re just too easy to tease, Eren.”

Eren grumbled and stepped closer. “So how much is an inch?”

Armin kept a straight face. “A fifth of my dick.”

Eren slapped both hands against his face. “Armin!”

Armin tried to suppress his giggling, but ended up bursting into loud laughter again. His laugh was light and airy, and contagious, and probably sounded more like an evil cackle than anything else.

“A-Armin!”

“S-S,” Armin wheezed, “Sorry!”

Eren removed his hands and took a deep breath.

“Okay, now the cheese.” Armin grabbed the plastic bag of pepperoni slices and stifled his laughter. “I grated a whole bunch this morning, it should be in the fridge in a Tupperware thing.”

Eren quickly found it and offered it to the blond. “This?”

“Yep.”

He popped the top. “So, what kind of cheese is this?”

“I mixed a bunch: Mozzarella, Asiago, Monterey Jack, Parmesan, Romano, gouda, Fontina, and Emmental.”

“I know…” Eren thought about it, “Two. I know two of those.”

Armin grinned. “Just sprinkle a bit of cheese on it first, then the pepperoni, then the rest of the cheese.” He used the toothpick and marked an inch on each corner of the pizza dough. “Just keep between these little holes, okay?”

“Sounds simple enough.”

Opening the drawer beneath them, Armin ducked down. He grabbed a large pan that was wide and curved like a bowl. He headed to the side, where there was an electric outlet. He untangled the cord wrapped around the handle and plugged it in.

Eren blinked. “Did you just…?”

Armin looked at him, “What?”

“Are you charging a pan?”

Armin laughed, looking at what was in his hand. “It’s an electric wok. You just plug it in and it heats up.”

“Um, what’s a wok?”

Armin grinned. He knew if Levi was around the Dom would say something about his little savage. Glancing over to Eren, it was kinda true, in a cute way. “A wok is… basically it’s a big pan that you use to fry or stir fry or stewing… or a bunch of stuff really. Traditionally it’s over an open fire, but now they have electric woks that can usually keep the heat even.”

“Oh… so can I try?”

“Um,” Armin gave a nervous laugh, “Well, electric woks usually can’t hit the high temperatures traditional ones can… but this bad boy can, but that’s because he’s like two thousand dollars.”

Eren screamed.

Armin burst into a giggling fit, mumbling apologies between breaths.

“Yeah, no, keep that thing away from me, Arm—I’m gonna break it.”

Armin just grinned. “Okay.” He unwrapped the pink butcher’s wrapping paper and threw a block of ground beef onto the pan; it instantly sizzled and cracked. He used a long metal spatula to break the meat apart.

Eren began putting the pieces of pepperoni on the pizza dough. “So… Wow, two thousand on a wok. Levi’s got money to burn. I wish I had that kinda money.”

“Yeah, but how often are you going to buy a two thousand dollar pan?” Armin chuckled. “He’s actually kind of cheap with his money, but when he wants something he’s going to buy the best there is. He never settles for second rate.”

Eren paused, blinking. He looked up. “It’s weird… I’ve been here a week. I still can’t see this big huge place as my home…”

Armin stopped, glancing over his shoulder. “Do you mean like… you can’t see the big house as your home, or you don’t feel at home?”

“I feel at home.” Eren nodded. “Don’t worry about that, I guess it just feels a little unreal. Not that my family was poor or anything, but this is a little ridiculous. Two thousand dollar pans, that broom I use to sweep outside is like two hundred dollars, and this whole place is just massive… Levi said his house was worth billions.”

“Mostly the location,” Armin spoke softly. “The land is where most of the money is, but yeah his house is worth a lot.”

“I don’t…” Eren frowned a little. “I don’t want to sound like an ass or anything…”

Armin kept stirring the ground beef.

“But, like… I don’t know. Is Levi… good with his money?”

“Good?”

“I just, like, does he donate or something?” Eren looked over his shoulder. “I just think, that’s a lot of money for one person… Even if he’s a great Dom, he could still be an asshole I’d rather not serve, you know?”

“Well,” Armin began, but–

“You’ve got your priorities, Pup.”

Both subs froze.

Levi leaned on the entrance to the kitchen, arms crossed.

Eren nervously glanced over. “S-Sir…”

While Levi usually liked seeing a bit of fear on Eren’s face, he could hardly take pleasure in their current situation. “You’re interested in my finances, now? That’s a bit of a question to ask considering you’ve been here for a week. I’ve kicked subs out in less time, ask Armin.”

“It’s true.” Armin focused on the food to distract himself. “Most subs don’t make it past a week.”

“Well…” Eren began slowly.

Levi kept his face expressionless. “Well what?”

“Well,” Eren wondered what he should do. A part of him wanted to just run and hide and cry, but another part of him… “I don’t want to serve a selfish jerk, Sir.”

An amused smile formed on Levi’s lips. “Is that so? And if I was a selfish jerk?”

“I’ll…” He felt his hands shake. “I’ll, pack my stuff… I guess.”

Levi laughed, loudly.

Armin tensed, not taking his eyes off the browning meat.

Eren just swallowed hard. “You said… the first day I was here, you said… the difference between a sub and a slave is individuality, right? A slave surrenders everything they are to you, but a sub is an individual who submits to you, right? You said you wanted me to have my individuality.”

Levi nodded. “And?”

“I guess, that’s a part of me as an individual,” Eren shrugged. “I don’t like selfish bastards, even if they’re good Doms.”

Levi pushed off the wall, arms uncrossing. “I like you.”

Eren blinked. “What?”

“I said I like you.” Levi shrugged. “If you really want to know: Yes, I donate. No, I’m not a selfish bastard. Yes, I want you to have individuality. And, yes, I like your individuality.”

Eren swallowed hard.

“I don’t really pay taxes though, but I don’t feel bad about that.” Levi shifted his head to the side, cracking his neck. “Donating, among other things, gives tax credits for deductions. I donate to the point I barely pay anything. Not that I want to pay any taxes to this municipality. They’re rich and pretentious and I’d rather they fuck my corpse than take my money, it’s bullshit.”

“Oh,” Eren replied. He wanted to smack himself in the face for the dumb reply. “I’m… I’m sorry if I spoke out of line, Sir.”

Levi smirked. “It’s fine. I think I’ve made what I want from my subs clear; you’re more than justified to tell me what you want from your Dom. Not dating an ass-hat is a perfectly valid requirement. I hate them too. It’s why I have yet to make friends with any of my neighbours.”

“Except Krista,” Armin added.

“She’s down the road. Doesn’t count.”

“Yes it does, Master.”

“Fine. I still want to stab her parents.”

Armin grinned. “I think we all do.”

“Yeah.” Levi rolled his eyes. “If they ever come over, I’m forcing them in the pool and they will drown.”

Eren chuckled. He didn’t know how morbid humour made the situation a little lighter, but leave it to Levi to do something like that.

“So,” Levi glanced to Eren. “What are you two making?”

“The uh storm boiler.”

Armin snickered. “Stromboli.”

Levi made a ‘tsk’ noise. “Armin, I know what you’re doing. Don’t you dare think it slipped past me.”

Armin grinned from ear to ear. “Whatever could you mean?”

“I’ll fucking spank you.” Levi’s eyes narrowed. “You used to do the same shit on me.”

Armin just stirred the pan. “Well if you spanked me, the food would burn.”

Levi gave an amused smile. “You’re such a little shit.”

“Yes, Master.”

Eren blinked, helplessly looking between the two of them.

“Pup, don’t worry about it.” Levi turned around and glanced over his shoulder. “Armin?”

“Yes, Sir?”

“See me after,” he mumbled, then left.

Eren looked at Armin’s back, expecting some kind of reply, but he got nothing. “So done here. What do you want me to do?”

“Oh, can you get the chopped stuff and just throw it in the pan?”

“Okay.” Eren grabbed the chopping board, where everything was nicely chopped on, and lifted it carefully. He walked over to Armin and tilted the board over the wok. He used the knife to scrape all the little bits in and he heard the sizzle and crackles of the food below. “There.”

“Thank you,” Armin quickly stole a kiss before mixing everything in the pan. “Can you get the red sauce from the fridge?”

Eren blushed a bit from the kiss and gave a little nod. He opened the fridge door and scanned for red. “Where is it?”

“Should be near the bottom.”

“Near the bottom? Oh.” He grabbed a jar and read the label. “Marinara?”

“Yeah that’s the one.”

“Marinara?” Eren closed the fridge door. “Aren’t you supposed to put pizza sauce on pizza?”

Armin snorted, quickly bringing a hand up to cover his nose. “Pizza sauce is just tomato sauce. Marinara is tomato sauce with some herbs and some other stuff.”

“Oh…” Eren kept staring at the jar. “So what’s like, pasta tomato sauce?”

“Well they’re all just tomato sauces,” Armin explained, “They just have different things blended with the tomatoes. Depends on the brand, too. You can use pasta sauce for pizza, or pizza sauce for pasta or whatever. It might taste a little different but some people prefer it that way. The only thing you have to worry about is consistency. Some pasta sauce brands might be too watery and make your dough soggy.”

“Oh…” Eren blinked. “I don’t think I’m gonna remember any of this.”

Armin laughed, shaking his head. “Just give me the jar, Eren.”

“Oh. Sorry. Here.”

Armin grabbed the jar and undid the top. He poured about a quarter of it in the pan then offered it back to Eren. “Back in the fridge.”

“Okay.”

Armin liked having a sous chef, or maybe more of a kitchen manservant. He wasn’t sure. He mixed the stuffing mix he was making then flicked a switch at the bottom of the electric pan, turning it off. He unplugged the wok and brought it over to the pizza dough. He glanced to the oven, making sure it was preheated, before he began pouring the mix onto the dough.

Eren watched with interest. “So what do you do now?”

“Roll it,” Armin began doing as he said, rolling the dough, over and over. “A pizza is baked flat, a calzone is basically just a folded pizza, but a Stromboli, which… should actually be pronounced Strom-bull-ee, not Strom-bowl-ee, since that’s how you pronounce the volcanic island in Italy, but you know, whatever, a Stromboli is a rolled up pizza. It’s about getting the spiral going.” He pinched the sides, making sure nothing would fall out. “There. You basically just cook it like a loaf of bread, well a higher temperature but it’s the same thing.” He grabbed a toothpick and stabbed several air holes along the length of the Stromboli. “Quiz time!”

“Qu-Quiz time?” Eren jumped back a bit.

Armin grabbed a mini bowl with some kind of yellowish white mixture inside. “What’s an egg wash?”

“Oh,” Eren smiled, “That’s when you wash something with an egg!”

Armin pouted. He didn’t reply. He just ran the egg wash over the dough, making sure to not fill in the holes of the toothpick. “Can you open the oven door for me?”

Eren quickly moved and opened it.

Armin shoved it in and then closed the door. He set the timer then smiled. “Thirty minutes and we’re done.”

“Thirty minutes, huh?” Eren smiled a little. “I think I know what we can do for thirty minutes…”

Armin grinned, “Oh really?”

“Uhuh,” he slipped his arms around the blond’s waist.

“Eren,” Armin chuckled. “I have to talk to Levi…”

“Nhgh.” Eren cringed. “Cockblocked by my Dom.”

Armin kissed Eren’s cheek. “I’ll come right back.”

Armin walked to the living room and saw Levi reading a book. He rolled his eyes when he saw the cover and slipped into his Master’s lap. “Nietzsche again? He’s full of shit.”

“Well. Depends on the theorem.” Levi snapped the book closed, tossing it on the coffee table. He moved one arm behind the sofa and tilted his head ever so slightly. “His master and slave morality was right… Although I think he was talking about a different kind of master and slave than we are. He’s still right.”

“No he isn’t,” Armin frowned. “That’s like saying Marx was right about the fall of capitalism.”

“Was he wrong?”

Armin laughed. “You’re not going to convince me on this. We’re still in a capitalist society.”

“You’re looking at it outside of the historical context,” Levi playfully wagged his finger. “When Karl Marx said capitalism would eventually fall, he was right. He thought capitalism would fall and communism would take over. He was wrong about that. But that’s only because Marx never foresaw unions, socialised health care, unemployment benefits, low-income support, family aid, old age security. Sure, we’re still capitalist, we weren’t so dramatic as to become communists, but he was right—He knew a change was going to happen, and it did.”

Armin rolled his eyes. “Come on.”

“What?” Levi chuckled. “You disagree?”

“Yes. Yes I do. Marx published his book in the eighteen hundreds, but the petite bourgeoisie was already alive and well in France at the time.”

Levi smirked, “But they were nothing compared to our modern middle class.”

Armin paused, thinking it over. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“You’re giving him too much credit. All he said was a change would happen and, lo and behold, in a hundred years change so happened to happen.”

“Ever the cynic.”

“Are you one to really comment on someone else being cynical?”

“Point, taken.”

“I think,” Armin spoke in a polite tone, “That we should agree to disagree.”

Levi snorted, then shrugged. “As you wish, Kitten.” He brought his hand up and scratched the underside of Armin’s chin. “I love how you challenge me.”

“I enjoy doing it.” A full smile appeared on Armin’s lips and he dipped his head to kiss Levi’s neck.

“So much better than the common vulgar shit for idiots I have to work with every day,” Levi almost purred.

Armin knew where this would go, so he chuckled and moved away. “You called for me, Master? I think Eren might break something if I make him wait anymore…”

Levi laughed, nodding. “I’m eyeing you, Armin.”

“Oh?”

“Let me guess what’s on the menu for tomorrow,” Levi mused, “Steak?”

Armin giggled. “Am I that predictable?”

“Only because I’ve known you for so long.” Levi smiled softly. “I caught the pattern when you did it to me. Every time we went to Lolfa, two days later, the best steak I’ve had in my life. You needed to make sure you were my number one cook.”

Armin blushed a bit, unable to hide his smile. He hugged his arm, rubbing it nervously. “It’s just, one of my few hobbies…”

“But what I did notice,” Levi spoke in a dangerous tone, “Is that you don’t do that for me anymore, only because you know you’ll always be my favourite chef. So, I wonder, who are you trying to impress this time, Kitten?”

Armin bit his lip, knowing it was a rhetorical question.

“Tell me… How are things with Eren? I don’t think I’ve seen you get along with a sub so well before.”

Armin took a deep breath, smile fading.

Levi suddenly frowned, concerned.

“I guess… it’s sort of like… It’s nice.” Armin looked down. “I’ve always sort of been… secondary.”

“Secondary?”

“Well,” Armin said, “Every sub that comes here is your sub. They come here for you… and I guess, liking me isn’t necessary. I mean they have to get along with me, have to work with me… but none of them have to really even care if I exist. Maybe a little, because we share chores, but… I keep thinking back to when you made Eren watch us. If another sub had control over my punishment, they’d try not to punish me because they’re not a jerk and it’s probably a selfish reason, like they wouldn’t want me to punish them you know? But with Eren… he actually didn’t want me to be punished because he cared about me.”

Levi listened to every word.

“He’s a good person.”

“He is.”

Armin glanced up to Levi, hugging his knees. “Were you upset when he asked you about your money?”

“Hm,” Levi thought about it. “A little, at first. I quickly realised he didn’t care about my finances or my money.”

“Huh?”

Levi smirked. “For someone so smart, you sure have your ‘blond moments’.”

“M-Master!” Armin pouted.

Levi snickered. “Sorry. I just meant, he didn’t care what I was doing with my money. He didn’t want to push for me to do what he wanted me to do. He’s just a good person and he wanted to make sure his company was too. He didn’t care about specifics; in fact, I highly doubt it was about money at all, I just think he wanted to know what kind of person I was. I don’t know what his story is, but his parents must have raised him right. He’s got ethics.”

“Morals,” Armin corrected.

Levi’s left eye twitched. “What?”

“Ethics and morals aren’t the same thing,” he said with a smile.

“Oh. Whatever.” He rolled his eyes. “He’s got morals. He figures if someone’s got more money than they could ever use, then they should be doing at least some good with it. It’s common sense, but too many people in this neighbourhood couldn’t be fucked about it. I don’t hold it against him for asking.”

Armin nodded. “Thanks… I’m glad.”

Levi opened his mouth, about to speak when he looked over to the side.

“Uh,” Eren stepped in, eyes shifting from Armin to Levi to Armin to Levi to Armin. “The um, I wasn’t, sorry I didn’t barge in on anything did I?”

“No,” Levi said simply.

“Oh well, the uh, the oven beeped and I don’t know what to do…”

Levi graced them with one of his rare, wide smiles and shook his head. “One moment we’re discussing different philosophies on political systems and theories over a hundred years old, the next we’re dealing with our Pup getting scared by beeping ovens.”

“I, I, I, just don’t want Armin’s food to burn! He works so hard on it!”

Armin slipped off Levi’s lap, smiling. “The beep means there’s only two minutes left on the timer. It’ll beep again at one minute, and then beep like ten times when it’s done.”

“Oh.” Eren watched as Armin walked past him. He glanced over to his Dom.

Levi stood up slowly and walked over to Eren. He grabbed the back of Eren’s head and pulled him down for a quick kiss.

Eren blinked. “Um, Sir?”

“That was a thank you,” Levi explained.

“Uh… for what?”

“Nothing.” He smirked.

“Nothing?” Eren pouted a bit.

Levi brought a hand up, cupping Eren’s cheek. He opened his mouth to say something, but then decided against it. He left for the kitchen.

Eren blinked. He was left alone rather confused.

Armin tossed together some raw baby spinach and made an impromptu salad to go along with the main course, and he hummed to himself as he sang, a nursery rhyme of some sorts.

“Hey,” Eren whispered.

Levi took his usual seat, at the head of the table, and he glanced over to Eren, sitting to his right. He wasn’t sure why Eren was whispering, but he decided to go along with the stupid game, so he replied in a low tone as well: “Yeah?”

“That song he’s humming…” Eren motioned towards Armin with a nudge of his head. “Do you know what it is?”

Levi glanced over to Armin, taking the time to listen to the tune. He instantly frowned and sighed.

Eren blinked. “Sir?”

“Nothing,” Levi closed his eyes, shaking his head. “I… Well, yes, I know the tune… I don’t know the song, though. I know his…” Levi glanced sidelong to the kitchen, making sure Armin was out of earshot before he looked at Eren again. “His brother used to hum the same song. I suppose their parents must have taught it to them.”

Eren’s eyes widened. “Armin has a brother?”

“Shh.” Levi snarled, glancing to see if Armin heard anything. If he did, he must have pretended not to. The humming still went on, so Levi just assumed he didn’t hear. His eyes moved to Eren and he frowned. “I’m not going to get mad at you, because there’s was no way for you to know, but I’m going to warn you once and only once. When it comes to Armin, certain topics are off limits when he’s around. The biggest one is family. Do, not, ask. Do you understand, Pup? Do. Not. Ask.”

Eren swallowed hard, nodding three times. “Y-Yes, S-Sir.”

“Good boy.” Levi motioned for Eren to lean in.

He did.

Levi moved a hand under Eren’s chin and scratched lightly. “You’re a good sub, Eren. Just listen to my warnings and we’ll all be one big jolly group with tons of sex and God knows what else. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir!”

At that time, Armin came to the table with the Stromboli. It had expanded in the oven a bit and it smelled like a pizza heaven. Armin placed it down and grabbed a rather large knife. He slowly sliced a large piece. When the piece fell from the rest of the large meal, there were gooey cheese strings and several colourful toppings fell out. Armin cut the cheese strings, blue eyes flicking up to Eren to remind him of what they talked about earlier, before he moved the first piece onto his plate. He cut several pieces, each one of them relatively thick and placed them on everyone’s plate. He then tossed the salad once and then served. “There!”

Eren grabbed his fork and knife and poked at his Stromboli slices. He glanced up to Levi and Armin, wondering how they ate it.

Levi cut small pieces with his fork and knife and then brought it to his mouth carefully.

Armin was a lot less proper by just shoving the spiral rings in his mouth and letting his inner soul melt and be happy.

Eren decided to just go ahead and do what Armin did. He scooped up the slice, blew on it several times then popped it in his mouth. He moaned. The warm, gooey cheese was mixed with the flavourful beef and ham and pepperoni, and the crunch of the green peppers and the hint of something else. His eyes closed to half-mast before closing for good. Goodbye world. It was nice knowing you. Eren felt his soul lift out of his chest. He was soaring into the next world. But not before his next bite. He grabbed the next slice and shoved it in his mouth.

“Don’t forget your salad,” Armin teased.

Eren chewed and swallowed, calling his soul back from the next plane of existence so he could talk. “I’m not going to forget!”

Armin just grinned.

“Plus,” Eren pouted, “It’s not like it’s a super complex salad.”

Levi’s eyes flicked up. Either Eren didn’t mean it the way that sounded or, bam, shots fired.

Armin’s left eye twitched. “Excuse you… Spinach salad is one of the healthiest sides. It so happens to be extremely simple, but that doesn’t mean it’s bad in any way.”

“Well, yeah,” Eren said, “But it’s not like you worked super hard on it.”

“Well at least I know how to cook.” Armin shoved a forkful of spinach in his mouth.

“I,” Levi spoke, breaking the little scuffle, “I just had a wonderful idea.”

Eren blinked. “Sorry, Sir, what?”

Levi looked at Eren, then Armin, then smiled a dangerous smile.

Armin swallowed hard. “We were just teasing each other, Master, it wasn’t an issue.”

“Oh, I know.” Levi nodded, glancing to Eren. “I had a wonderful idea for a game we could play.”

“Game!?” Eren’s eyes lit up. He suddenly remembered Levi’s last game. Look away from Armin and he’ll get punished. Eren instantly deflated, becoming extremely small in his seat. “A g-game?”

“Yes.” Levi laughed. “I’m a fucking genius is what I am.”

Despite the heavy air, all it took was a couple more bites of the celestial food to bring the mood up again.

After dinner ended, Levi instructed both of them to put the leftovers in the fridge, clean up, and then get him a glass of water and come back when they were done. He had moved to Eren’s seat and motioned for both of them to sit across from him, where he could see them both at the same time. He tilted his head, ever so slightly, adoring the little glimpses of horror.

The way Armin hugged his arm, the way Eren twiddled his thumbs, the way Armin’s eyes would shift to the side every so often, the way Eren was subconsciously tapping on the floor with his toes…

It wasn’t what he was talking about earlier, but he realised it could be considered a game on its own.

“Well,” Levi crossed his arms, “You two haven’t fucked yet, right?”

“No Sir,” Armin replied.

Levi frowned. “The last time we played a game, when I had Eren watch us, I had been hoping to fix that. I don’t understand. You two get along. You two are obviously attracted to each other. Is there any reason you two want to play Virgin Mary instead of getting down and dirty with each other?”

Armin’s cheeks reddened and he gave a nervous laugh instead of replying.

Levi’s steel eyes moved to Eren. “Answer me. Now.”

“S-Sir!” Eren used his outside voice, “It’s Armin’s fault, Sir!”

“Oh?”

“He keeps being a little tease!” Eren blurted out, not thinking about what he was saying, “I’ve wanted to get d-d-down and d-dirty with him for a while, Sir!”

Levi’s eyes shifted to Armin. “Explain.”

“Eren’s fun to tease,” Armin shrugged. “It’s cute.”

Levi paused for a moment, before his lips curved into a smirk. “Well, then let’s play a game. I want both of you to give it your all. I am going to be brutally honest here: If you don’t do your best, I will terminate your contract with me, and I will not renew it. No exceptions.”

Both Eren and Armin tensed.

Levi could tell the fact that he was not horsing around got through to them. “Eren.”

“Y-Yes, S-Sir?”

“Do you remember your first day here, when I asked you not to have sex for a while?”

Eren groaned.

“You were entertaining under forced chastity.”

Armin glanced to Eren, then to Levi… He couldn’t help but wonder what the man was up to.

Eren shrunk a little. “What are you gonna make me do?”

“If you don’t want to be kicked out of this household, you have to abide by these conditions: You must remain celibate and chaste for a week. You cannot have sex with anyone. You cannot touch yourself. You cannot find any form of sexual relief in this week, or our contact will become null and void, and I will not renew it. Do you understand me?”

Eren swallowed hard. “Yes, Sir…”

Levi nodded then turned to the blond. “Armin.”

“Yes, Master?”

“If you don’t want to be kicked out of this household, you have to abide by this condition: You have one week to make Eren sleep with you.”

“Wait!” Eren shouted, “That’s not fair!”

Levi blinked. “Oh, it’s not? Why would you say that, Eren?”

“B-B-Because…” Eren pouted, “If I win, then Armin is kicked out, and if Armin wins, I get kicked out. There’s no way for both of us to win…”

“Oh,” Levi nodded, “I see what you mean. No, it’s not. It’s not fair. Either way, Armin, you have one week to make Eren sleep with you or our contract will become null and void, and I will not renew it. Do you understand me?”

“Y-Yes…” Armin’s eyes widened. “S-Sir… You’re, you’re…”

Levi gave a sweet smile, which looked so unnatural on his face. “This week will be you versus Eren.”

“But!” Eren stuttered, stumbling with his words until he went quiet. He looked at Armin, seeing the fear in the blond’s eyes. He glanced back to his Dom. “Sir, I can’t. I can’t go against Armin… I’m supposed to work with him to fulfil your desires.”

“And my desires, Pup, is entertainment. I’m not getting any younger. Think of it as a death match. Very few things are as fun as a death match.”

“That’s,” Armin mumbled, “Not fair.”

“I think it’s pretty fair, actually.” Levi grabbed his glass of water and sipped slowly. “Would it be any other contest, one of you would have an advantage. This is a fairly even playing field, all other things are decently equal. Unless, of course, one of you don’t want to be my sub?”

“Of course I do,” Eren whispered.

Armin didn’t have to reply. He just glared at Levi for even bothering to ask.

“Then, let’s get down with this. May best bottom bitch win.” He waited then tilted his head, looking to Armin. “And what the fuck are you waiting for, Arlert?”

Chapter Text

Screaming, Eren ran down the hall; his arms and legs flailed every which-where as he bolted away from the short blond chasing him.

“Give me your dick, damnit!”

Eren screeched, charging into the kitchen for the third time. He moved from the kitchen to the living room, to the backyard. All the while, he could hear the angry steps behind him and he felt his eyes water. He dashed around the house to the front door and yanked it open. Slamming it behind him, he locked the door and took a deep breath. Taking the short moment to breathe, he was panting hard.

The lock began to jimmy.

Eren’s eyes widened.

Armin had a key.

He screamed like a little girl and scampered up the steps—Armin continuing the chase—He went up to the second floor, then the third.

“Your cock is mine!”

Eren didn’t know where to go when he got to the third floor hallway. He couldn’t go in Levi’s room; that was just a bad idea, so he scrambled in place, socks sliding across the smooth wood floor. He looked at the library and threw himself forward. He quickly turned the corner around a bookshelf and pressed his back against it.

Silence.

Eren could hear his own breathing so he clutched his mouth. He heard the softest of footsteps and tried to follow the direction they were going. Armin was right behind him. Eren had lived most of his life without any beliefs but he decided now was a great time to become religious. He prayed to God or whatever gods were out there, to grace him with the survival of not being attacked by the cute, sexy… blond… His breathing became more ragged and he realised he was imagining things someone in his position should not have been imagining.

Armin’s footsteps moved to the side.

Eren silently slid in the other direction.

Armin paused.

Eren paused. It was only then he noticed how much energy he had spent: They had both broken up quite a sweat. He had never wanted to be surrounded by so many books before in his life.

A thud.

Eren looked to the right, seeing a book thrown on the floor. His eyes widened, realising it was a distraction. He turned around and screamed for the nth time, as a blond slammed him up against the bookshelf.

Both of their breaths ragged, Armin grinding their hips against each other.

“Fuck…”

Armin kissed Eren’s neck, tracing his tongue up the curve to his jawline before nibbling a bit. He slipped a hand into Eren’s brown hair and brought their lips together.

Eren moaned into the kiss, hands moving to the blond’s waist. He pulled Armin closer. Taking another deep breath out of his nose, he broke the kiss and looked away. “You threw a book!”

“Forget it!”

“The pages could be torn!”

“It landed flat!”

“You could have damaged it!”

“The empress of sand was a shitty Mary Sue!” Armin grunted. “I want you.”

“I, I, I, I w-want you too!” Eren was about to say something else, but the feeling of Armin’s hot mouth on his neck made him shiver. Fuck. He needed to think of something fast. He was hard, and so was Armin. “I…” Shit, shit, shit. “I like unicorns!”

Armin backed away a bit. “What?”

Eren took his chance: He broke away and turned the corner. He charged out of the library, but his feet scrambled on the ground. “Levi! Sir!” He suddenly saluted, slamming his fist over his heart, back going straight.

Levi blinked. He had never seen the salute Eren had made before. “You can ignore me.”

At that moment, Armin ran out of the library; upon seeing Eren saluting to Levi, he suddenly saluted as well. “Sir!”

“You’re both idiots…” Levi pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m heading to bed early. Don’t forget your chores. As much fun as this game is, and considering what’s at stake… Well, don’t forget that’s how you earn your keep. Night.”

Armin kept his salute. “Goodnight, Master, Sir!”

“Oh shit!” Eren’s eyes widened, “My chores!”

Levi said nothing as Eren whizzed by him. He glanced to Armin.

Armin dropped the stance and looked at his Master. “Uh… so, I should let him do his stuff, right?”

Levi just smirked and walked past the blond.

Armin bit his lip. He mulled it over in his head then decided to go down two flights of stairs. Back in the kitchen, he glanced over to Eren who was staring at him.

“I’m dusting!”

“Okay.” Armin offered a peaceful smile. “Let me help.”

Eren’s eyes narrowed.

“You helped me with dinner…”

“I don’t trust you!”

Armin laughed. “I have a week. We can make a truce until tomorrow. I’ll still get you.”

Eren tilted his head. “Okay… I guess…”

⁂

As they finished the rest of Eren’s chores together, Armin stayed true to his truce. He didn’t try anything. The two of them went up the stairs together and crashed on the bed. Eren stripped his clothes, down to a shirt and boxers, and Armin did the same. After turning off the lights, the two subs slipped in the sheets.

Eren was lying on his side. He stared at Armin, who was looking at the ceiling. Even in the dark, he could see the tenseness. “What is it?”

Armin looked over. “I’m just sort of… Nothing, sorry. It’s just been a long day, I think.”

Eren nodded slowly. “Yeah, it has.”

Armin pouted a bit then rolled so he was closer to Eren. “I want a hug.”

Eren grinned and slipped both arms around the blond, pulling against his chest.

Armin nuzzled Eren’s shirt, taking in the forest-like scent. “Mmm, better.”

Eren tugged the sheets, making sure they were both covered and smiled. He pressed his face against Armin’s soft blond hair. Strawberry Splash, he remembered, grinning.

“Perfect,” Armin mumbled in his sleepy voice.

“I’m so going to lose,” Eren realised.

Armin shook his head. “You’ve been good at evading me so far.”

“Yeah, but… I mean, a week?—And I can’t even fap.”

Armin snickered. Closing his eyes, it didn’t take him long to drift off.

Eren sighed, nuzzling Armin’s cheek. “I’m so fucked.”

⁂

The next morning, Armin slipped out of bed with a yawn. While it would be easy to wake up Eren with hot kisses, he decided against it. He quickly dressed, wearing athletic shorts and the shirt he had been wearing before. He slipped a white headband around his head, glancing to the clock. He was a little early so he figured he could take his time.

He stepped out into the hallway, pausing. He listened for any sound, a sign that Levi was awake, and wasn’t surprised when he heard nothing. He skipped down the stairs and eventually made his way out the door.

Choosing an upbeat song, he started running.

He bit his lip as he ran, mind racing with thoughts.

He did, however, slow down as he passed the Reiss house.

A blonde girl was waiting for him on the sidewalk. Wearing short shorts, a sporty shirt, and having her hair tied up in a ponytail, Krista offered her a little wave. “Hey!”

“Hey,” Armin smiled. “Coming along today?”

“Yeah, I need a run. I drank so much last night, it was one of those times I puked and kept saying ‘never again’.”

“Ouch… that bad?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Why?”

“Well, Marco invited Ymir and me out for a night of drinks, and Jean was convinced he could out-drink me.”

Armin snickered. “I take it you won?”

Krista put both her hands on her hips and puffed out her chest. “Undefeated champion!”

Armin shook his head, a huge smile on his face.

Krista’s smile faded and she hugged her arm. “It’s okay if I come along today, right?”

“Yeah,” Armin blinked, “Why?”

“You okay?” Krista tilted her head. “I just noticed, you looked sort of… Well, like you were thinking, I don’t know.”

“Yeah…” Armin ran on the spot a bit to warm up again. “I can use the company. You ready?”

“Mhm!” Krista smiled sweetly and the two of them began running.

All the while, Armin kept thinking, only slightly derailed every once in a while by realising Krista was staring at him. When they made it to the halfway point, they both stopped for the usual break.

“You seem nervous…”

“Nervous… well…”

Krista tilted her head.

And then it all spilled out, every detail of the game Levi had made them play.

Krista just stared, wide-eyed. “Can he, can he even do that?”

“Yeah, he has before. I mean…” Armin smiled. “Even if I lose, I’m sure he’ll let me stay at his house. Part of our contract says he’s going to give me residence for thirty days, but even after that, he won’t throw me on the streets. But, I guess my contract with Levi will be cut.”

Krista blinked. “Not forever, though, right?”

“No. No… I hope not, at least. I don’t know. I’m just…”

“Armin… what is it?”

“Well, I’ve seen him do this before.” Armin’s eyes looked off to the view of the ocean, watching the sun shimmer a path along it. “I feel like this is some kind of game to him.”

“Isn’t it supposed to be a game?”

“W-Well, yeah, but, I think, what I mean to say is… I’m trying to figure out what he wants out of it.”

“You’re trying to find out his reason for doing it?”

“Yeah.”

Krista crossed her arms. “I guess you could always talk to one of his other subs? Marco was with you guys for four months, wasn’t he?”

“Yeah…” Armin rubbed his shoulder. “But, well, he’s never done this kind of thing with me before.”

Krista tilted her head, green eyes focused on Armin. “You said you’ve seen him do this thing befo—Oh, when you were staying with him, before you were his sub?”

Armin nodded.

“Could you ask one of them?”

Armin took a deep breath, shaking his head. “It’s been three years.”

Krista’s eyes never left the blond. She had a feeling that was not the real reason he didn’t want to ask any of them. Still, she played along: “That’s a good point.”

⁂

Armin came back from his run. His talk with Krista, as well as another quick chat when they stopped by her place, ate away at the time. He was ten minutes late when he got home. He tugged off his headband and made his way up the stairs. He entered his room and as soon as he turned to the bathroom, the door opened.

Eren stood in front of him, shirtless, towel wrapped around his waist.

Armin eyed him up and down.

Eren, like usual, proceeded to scream like a girl and slam the door shut.

Armin snickered and slowly began to strip his clothes off. “Hurry up, okay?”

“Okay okay!”

He didn’t have to wait long before they switched places. Armin stepped into the shower and the scalding water burned good. The whole bathroom smelled like Eren’s body wash and a huge grin formed on Armin’s face. He gave a happy little sigh. He washed his hair thoroughly, letting the water run over his body. He cleaned himself off quickly. He knew he should hurry downstairs and get breakfast started, but he stayed where he was, lost in thought.

⁂

Eren began setting the table. He placed three plates, cutlery for each, and three mugs.

Levi, for the most part, looked well rested. He was scrolling through something on his phone, but he glanced over to Eren. “Armin is taking his time.”

“I held him up this morning by accident, Sir. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Levi glanced to the kitchen. “Hm. Get me coffee, would you?”

“Okay.” Eren grabbed one of the mugs and walked to the counter. He grabbed the coffee pot and began pouring… and then he realised he was not pouring. He popped the lid. It was empty. He glanced to Levi. “Um, Sir, how?”

“Sorry?”

“Well uh, how do I give you a cup?”

“You’ve done it before, Pup.”

“Yeah, coffee with a bit of the purple milk… but like?”

“Yes?”

Eren looked around the kitchen. “Where’s the uh, coffee, um powder thing?”

“What?”

“Well you uh, to make coffee you put the powder stuff in the machine, right?”

“What machine?” Levi snapped. “Just pour the coffee.”

“But there’s no coffee in the coffee, sir!”

“Why not?”

Eren lifted the pot. “It’s empty!”

“Why?”

“No one’s made coffee…”

“Oh.” Levi frowned. “Then make it.”

Eren pouted. “How?”

“You just, you do.”

“Sir…”

“You put the coffee powder thing in the funnel paper thing and then put water and press the button. It’s not that hard.”

“Oh. Okay.” Eren looked around. “Where’s the coffee powder thing?”

Levi’s steel eyes glanced to the side. “Good, you’re here.”

Armin walked in, towel drying his hair. “I’m sorry I’m late, Master.”

“You have good timing.” Levi cleared his throat. “Eren wants to know where we keep our coffee powder.”

“Um…” Armin tilted his head. “Sorry, what?”

“Coffee powder… Geez, Armin.” Eren shook his head. “The uh, dust stuff.”

Armin blinked before pinching both of Eren’s cheeks. “Oh you poor thing… Just, just sit down. I’ll take care of it.”

“No.” Levi frowned. “I want Eren to learn.”

“Or,” Armin whispered, “You want to learn yourself…”

“What did you say, Armin?”

“Nothing Master.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Armin snickered. “Anyway, there’s no coffee powder… It’s ground coffee beans. Coffee powder is what you use to make instant coffee.”

“Oh,” Eren looked around. “So where are the ground coffee beans?”

“Well, we don’t have any.” Armin chuckled.

Levi frowned, “Why not? You get groceries don’t you?”

Armin chuckled even more. “We have coffee beans. I grind them myself to keep the freshness, it makes it taste better.”

“Wow.” Eren nodded. “I feel like an idiot.”

“Well,” Armin chuckled, “Don’t feel bad. It’s my kitchen after all.”

Eren raised an eyebrow. “Your kitchen?”

“Yep.”

“Not Levi’s?”

“Nope, it’s mine.”

“I don’t think so,” Eren chuckled.

Armin’s eyes narrowed before shifting to the side. “Master,” his voice sharp and curt. “Whose kitchen is it?”

Levi looked up from the table, glancing to Eren. “I can’t cook for shit’s tits—it’s Armin’s kitchen.”

Armin stuck his tongue out before turning around.

Eren chuckled and scratched the back of his head. “So let me help with something.”

“Oh, could you grab the thing?” Armin asked.

“Um, what thing?”

“The thing.”

“What thing?”

“The, thing.”

“Armin…” Eren tilted his head. “What thing?”

“The thing.”

“Armin!”

“Okay, okay.” Armin frowned. He grabbed Eren’s hand and then began guiding it. There was the feeling of skin on skin, almost electric.

“Armin, my hand’s going down your pants.”

“Mhm.”

Eren yelped, yanking his hand back. “We had a truce!”

“Last night we did,” Armin stuck his tongue out then swiped it along his lips, before softly nibbling on the corner of his bottom lip, doing his best to look as seductive as possible.

Sinful, Eren realised. That was the only way to describe how Armin looked. He promptly did a one eighty and walked to the table. He took his usual seat and looked at the glass table. He tried to think of unsexy thoughts, like cabbage, or buildings or jellyfish or pollution, or Shrek—“Fuck!”

Levi glanced up and watched Eren smack his own head. He ended up looking at his phone again. “Eren?”

“Yes,” Eren paused, “Sir?”

“Have your balls dropped?”

“U-Um, wh-what!?” Eren’s face suddenly burned and he blinked. “What?

“Have your balls dropped?”

Feeling a bit uncomfortable, Eren shifted in his seat. “U-Uh, yeah… why?”

“No reason in particular, I suppose.” Levi kept scrolling through an email on his phone. “I’m just impressed. You hit some high notes when you were being chased. I was curious. Everything went fine when you hit puberty?”

“Y-Yes, Sir.” Eren cringed. “Everything went fine.”

Levi just nodded.

Armin walked back with two steaming mugs. “Coffee’s ready.”

“That was fast,” Levi looked up then his steel eyes followed the mugs. “I thought the coffee machine takes a while?”

“It does, so I used the French Press. Tell me how you like the taste when it cools, Sir.” Armin’s blue eyes flicked to Eren. “You too.”

Eren’s eyes narrowed on the blond. “Thanks…”

Armin giggled as he went back into the kitchen.

Levi snickered. He saw Eren look at him and a small smile curved on his lips. “I knew turning you two on each other was a good idea. I bet if Armin just sang the alphabet in your ear you’d lose your shit, scream, cry a little, then end up in bed with him.”

Eren frowned. “I have more control than that, Sir.”

“Ayy,” Armin purred, “Bee…”

“St-Stop!” Eren cried out, shaking and shuddering like an earthquake in his chair.

Levi blinked. “Two letters. So much control, Pup.”

Eren pouted. “How about we play a game called let’s not poke fun at Eren.”

“I’m sorry,” Armin whispered. He slipped a hand under Eren’s chin and used one finger to turn his head to the side. Armin leaned down, capturing those lips with his own. Slowly, he licked the seam between their lips then slipped his tongue into Eren’s mouth.

Eren moaned into the kiss, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

Armin opened one eye. He glanced down to Eren’s lap then slowly moved his hand and pressed it over Eren’s crotch.

Breaking the kiss with a yelp, Eren smacked Armin’s hand.

“Ow!”

“Oh—Oh shit, sorry!” Eren realised what he did and grabbed Armin’s hand before kissing it.

Armin felt his cheeks warm. He felt stupid (especially since his hand had been on Eren’s dick a second ago) but the fact that Eren was technically holding his hand and kissing his owie better made something deep inside him melt.

“Kitten,” Levi raised his voice, “I think the food’s burning.”

It was finally Armin’s turn to make a loud noise as he zoomed back into the kitchen.

Levi snickered twice before glancing back to his phone.

Eren examined Levi for a moment before frowning. “You’re on your phone a lot. You’re not working, are you?”

Levi blinked. It felt oddly like the beginning of an interrogation. His eyes shifted to Eren slowly. “Sorry?”

Eren kept his frown. “I’m supposed to make sure you’re not working on your vacation.”

Levi paused.

Eren half expected to be yelled at.

Instead, the Dom hit the top button, causing the bright screen to fade to black. He put his phone down on the glass table and leaned back in his chair. He crossed his legs. “I was only checking my emails, Pup. It’ll be exhausting to deal with if I left them all for next Monday.”

“Huh… Well, maybe, but you can always start on Saturday, or something, Sir.”

“Oh,” Levi smiled, “You’re adorable.”

Eren blinked. “H-Huh?”

Levi laughed, loud, almost mocking. “You have no idea how many emails and messages I get every d–” He was cut off by the beep and he grabbed his phone. He scanned the message before rolling his eyes. “Fuck you too. I’m going to fire someone.”

“Not someone I like, I hope,” Armin easily balanced three plates before setting them down.

Eren looked down at his plate. They were scrambled eggs with a dash of dark green parsley on top served with grilled mini tomatoes, bright red, still on the vine. “Wow.”

Levi smiled and grabbed his fork.

The meal went by mostly in silence. The eggs were fluffy and soft, still a little on the moist side, and the tomatoes were warm and juicy. He found the coffee a little stronger than usual but he noticed Armin compensated it by adding more milk to his drink, which is why it was a paler brown colour. The food was too good to really talk through, but after Eren finished his plate, he looked up to see Armin was already done. He offered the blond a smile. “Geez, Arm, you cook so well… How do you do it?”

Armin felt his cheeks warm and he looked away. “It was just eggs.”

“Best eggs I’ve ever had!”

“It’s not that hard,” Armin chuckled. “The trick is to cook on low-to-medium heat. A lot of people cook on high heat, which is fine, but the heat denatures a lot of the proteins, which is why most eggs are a bit more chewier.”

Levi soon finished as well then gulped down his coffee.

Eren grinned. “You’re amazing.”

“Geez, Eren, anyone can learn to cook.”

Levi placed his mug down. “Not everyone.”

Armin tried not to smile too wide. “Screwing up a couple times at first is normal.”

Eren snickered, glancing to the Dom. “You can’t cook, Sir?”

Levi met Eren’s glance with a stare. “I burned water.”

Eren laughed louder than he should have and instantly covered his mouth.

Levi shrugged, not caring. “Without Armin around, I’m sure you couldn’t do better.”

“No Sir,” Eren agreed. “He does most of the work.”

“It’s nice having help though.” Armin laughed.

“So,” Eren tilted his head, “How did you learn to cook? I can see you being a self-taught kind of guy, but you’re so good at it, someone had to teach you right?”

“Uh… yeah…”

Eren paused. He noticed Armin’s expression fade and he tilted his head. “I just meant like, did you take lessons or did…”

Armin froze, shoulder curling inwards, hands clenching into fists.

“More coffee,” Levi muttered, a little more quickly than he normally would have.

Armin didn’t notice the screech of his chair when he stood up. “Yes Sir.” His shaking hand grabbed Levi’s cup before he turned around and headed into the kitchen.

Eren blinked. He watched the blond leave then turned to Levi. “I’m… sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Levi stared at a nonexistent point on the glass table. “It’s not your fault.”

“I…” Eren cringed. “I feel bad. It feels like I keep bringing up bad topics.”

“It’s just bad luck, trust me.”

Eren didn’t look convinced.

“Think of it this way, Pup: You’re taking a stroll on a minefield. You’re fucked no matter what you do.” Levi knew the words were no comfort, though the despairing look on Eren’s face, watching those big puppy eyes beg him for it not to be so, and the way his lower lip almost wibbled, all of it just reinforced what he already knew. “Don’t worry about it, just–”

The home phone rang.

Armin placed the cup of coffee down for Levi before grabbing a grey phone. He checked the caller ID before he answered and brought it to his ear. “Hello?... O-Oh,” his voice suddenly changed, becoming lighter. “Hello, Sir.” His cheeks flushed. “Yes, it has been a while. Two months, was it?... I’m sure, I could do something to alleviate your frustrations, Sir…” A nervous chuckle left his lips.

Eren glanced to Levi, expecting some kind of answer.

Levi frowned, wondering who the hell else Armin would call ‘Sir’.

Armin laughed again. “I would very much enjoy that… Yes, yes he is… One moment.” Armin offered the phone to Levi. “It’s Erwin.”

Levi mouthed the word ‘Oh’ before grabbing the phone. “Of course it’s you, who the hell else would have the indecency to flirt with my slave?”

Eren blinked then looked to Armin.

Armin, doing a complete one eighty, was dancing a bit on his feet, cheeks red, chuckling.

“I’m fine,” Levi muttered, “And how are you old man?... Forty is considered old… Only a couple years, doesn’t matter.” Levi smirked. “Oh, I see. So that’s why you haven’t been returning my calls… No, Hanji did not mention that bit… Yes, she’s useless as ever… Maybe that’s why you love her, but it certainly isn’t why I love her… Say that again and I’ll cut your fucking dick off. Anyway, when will you be back?” There was a little pause as Levi listened. “Fine, be that way… No, fuck you… Fine. I’ll talk to you later. Night night. Don’t let the bed bugs bite, you shit stain.” Levi hung up then offered the phone to Armin.

Armin took the phone and placed it on the charger. “You wished him goodnight?”

“He’s across the globe,” Levi explained.

“Huh,” Armin thought about it, “He did sound a bit tired.”

“Eren.” Levi looked at the brunet, trying not to focus on how cute the confusion made him look (he could just imagine little wolf ears at the top of Eren’s head drooping because he felt left out). “You should watch out. I think Armin’s a little aroused right now.”

Eren gulped.