Zeke was sitting outside with Levi, listening to the Paradisian sip at his tea with annoying slurp noises. He was craving a cigarette, and badly, and was getting irritated by Levi’s noises. But he didn't say anything, as he was Levi’s captive, at least for now, and he knew the little man could kick his ass if he wanted to, or worse.

“Why is your face like that?” Levi asked with annoyance, “You look fucking constipated.”

Zeke refrained from rolling his eyes and grumbled, “I need a cigarette.”

“God, you smoke like a chimney,” Levi snapped, reaching into his bag to retrieve the pack of cigarettes he’d confiscated from Zeke upon capturing him.

He tossed the pack to Zeke, along with a pack of matches, and threatened, “Don’t you dare blow it in my direction. I hate the smell.”

Zeke nodded, taking one of the cigarettes out of the pack and popping it into his mouth. He lit a match, but it quickly went out, and Zeke cursed under his breath. He initially thought perhaps it was the wind, but he soon realized it was rain, as drops began to fall on his head and paint his clothes with its wetness.

“Fuck,” Levi mumbled, finishing his tea and starting to pack up his backpack, “Let’s get back to the tent.”

Zeke sighed, wondering if he’d ever get the chance to just relax and smoke. He put the cigarette back into the pack and tossed it along with the matches back to Levi, who put them in his bag and got up. By this point, the rain was starting to come down harder, and the two were getting soaked by the rain water.

“Hurry up, shorty,” Zeke snapped, “I’m getting wet.”

Levi threw a glare at Zeke as he opened the tent door, “Don’t call me that. And get in the fucking tent.”

Zeke walked into Levi’s tent, Levi following him inside. He’d been sleeping out under the stars for the most part, not being allowed his own tent. Various guards switched off watching him overnight while Levi slept, but Levi didn’t sleep much, and insisted on watching Zeke every moment his eyes were open.

Levi took off his green jacket and began to wring it out, muttering, “Fuck, all my clothes are soaked.”

“Mine too,” Zeke mumbled as he removed his tan jacket and did the same.

He watched with some curiosity as Levi pulled his shirt over his head and laid the clothes out on the ground to dry. The man put a hand to his pants, and the two caught each other’s eyes as Zeke raised an eyebrow at him.

“What?” Levi snapped, “You’ll get sick wearing wet clothes like that - I’m not about to let myself get a cold.”

Zeke shrugged, supposing that Levi was right. He, too, began to pull off his clothes, both of them stripping to their boxers. Zeke couldn’t help himself, his eyes were raking over Levi’s small frame as the man bent over to lay his clothes on the ground. His dick twitched in his pants, and he cursed himself for being so attracted to the man.

“Are you cold?” Zeke asked, watching Levi shiver and rub his arms as he sat down on his sleeping bag.

“I’m fine,” Levi insisted with some irritation in his voice.

“You’re shivering,” Zeke noted, sitting on the ground across from Levi and crossing his legs, “Do you want me to warm you up?”

Levi’s cheeks became dusted with red, which was incredibly amusing to Zeke, as he grumbled, “I’d rather stab myself in the eye than let you touch me.”

Zeke rolled his eyes. So dramatic, he thought to himself. The shorter man climbed into the sleeping bag and snuggled under it, still shivering from the cold as the rain outside pattered against the tent.

“Come on,” Zeke said, “You’ll get sick if you’re cold too. I thought you didn’t want to get sick?”

Levi narrowed his eyes at Zeke, as if he was thinking about what Zeke was saying. Zeke could see the cogs working in Levi’s mind, as the shorter man was probably wondering if Zeke was trying to trick him somehow.

“Fine,” Levi finally mumbled, “But no funny shit.”

Zeke couldn’t help the smug smile that crossed his face, “Of course not.”

He lay down next to Levi, cuddling up to him and wrapping an arm around him so that they could share body heat. He was admittedly a little cold too, but not as cold as Levi appeared to be. Perhaps it had something to do with his titan powers; perhaps they kept him warm.

“You’re so warm,” Levi confirmed, the shorter man unable to help but snuggle closer into Zeke’s warmth, “Why are you so warm?”

“Titan powers,” Zeke explained, hugging Levi close and listening to the man’s teeth chattering, “Damn, are you really that cold?”

Levi nodded into his chest, “It’s fucking freezing.”

Zeke could feel his dick pulsing in his pants again simply from holding the small man like this. He was thinking all sorts of naughty thoughts, particularly how he could warm Levi up even more.

“You know what else will warm you up?” Zeke murmured against his ear, the feeling causing Levi to shiver even more.

Levi glanced up at him, a suspicious look on his face, “What?”

Zeke moved his hand from Levi’s waist down to his ass and squeezed the skin there, nuzzling his beard against Levi’s neck before starting to kiss and suck at it. Levi let out a small gasp as he shoved Zeke away and grabbed his hair hard.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Levi snarled, “I thought I told you - no funny shit.”

“Don’t you want to warm up?” Zeke whispered sensually, “I can warm you up, make you feel all good inside.”

Levi had started shaking again from the cold, hugging his covers around him as his eyes darted around the room. He looked embarrassed, his face completely red now, and he was cursing under his breath.

“You want it, don’t you?” Zeke asked with a grin, “You’re really considering it.”

“Shut your damn mouth,” Levi barked, taking a moment before he continued, “... if I let you, you can’t tell anybody, got it?”

Zeke nodded eagerly, almost unable to believe Levi was letting this happen. Either the man was really that cold, or he just missed getting fucked. Zeke knew about Levi’s former lover - the commander whose death he’d caused. It had been a long time since then, and maybe Levi was simply missing dick.

Zeke tugged Levi close again, resting their foreheads against one another as they shared each other’s breaths. Levi was staring up at him with pure anger in his eyes, as if he was furious he was about to let Zeke do this with him. The blonde moved his hands down to Levi’s ass and started kneading at the skin, watching Levi’s cute reactions and twitches from his actions.

“Mmm,” Zeke smirked, “You like that, don’t you?”

“Fuck off,” Levi growled, mewling anyways when Zeke pushed a hand down the back of his boxers and running his finger along the shorter man’s crack.

Zeke was feeling incredibly good about himself, and he removed his hand for a moment, putting his fingers up to Levi’s mouth and ordering, “Suck. And suck well, this is the only lube you’re getting.”

Levi’s eyes widened slightly from the threat, and he took Zeke’s fingers into his mouth with some hesitation, licking and sucking on them hungrily. Zeke groaned and used his free hand to pet Levi’s head affectionately, muttering, “Good boy. There’s a good boy.”

Levi shot him a small glare for his words, but kept coating the fingers in as much saliva as he could. Zeke pulled them out of the man’s mouth once he was satisfied, pushing the hand back into Levi’s boxers and circling his index finger around Levi’s puckered entrance.

“N-Ngh,” Levi whimpered, squirming a little and resting his head on Zeke’s shoulder, his hands grasping at Zeke’s naked chest and leaving red marks.

“Shh,” Zeke cooed, starting to push the finger in and wriggle it around in Levi’s insides, “Damn, you’re tight. How long has it been?”

“Long enough,” Levi grunted, burying his face into the crook of Zeke’s neck as his breathing began to pick up.

Zeke chuckled softly, thinking Levi was reacting quite adorably to his every touch. He was whining and gently fucking his ass back against Zeke’s finger, his erection poking Zeke in the stomach now. Zeke pulled the first finger out almost all the way and added a second, fucking him a little faster.

“Shit,” Levi muttered, wrapping his arms around Zeke’s neck and burying his face into Zeke’s chest, “Fuck.”

“God, it’s so sexy how badly you want it,” Zeke sighed, padding his finger against Levi’s prostate.

The shorter man opened his mouth to respond, but only a moan escaped him. His erection was rubbing up against Zeke’s stomach desperately, as he craved friction in that area. Levi whined and tossed his head back as Zeke continued to grind the tips of his fingers against that sensitive spot.

Zeke pushed a third finger in to join the other two, curling them and fucking into him roughly. Levi was moaning and panting against Zeke’s chest, muttering swear words under his breath.

“You want my cock?” Zeke teased, slowing his fingers, “Say it, and I’ll give it to you.”

“Fuck you,” Levi growled, trying to fuck himself back against Zeke’s fingers.

Zeke used his other hand to stop him from doing so, ordering, “Say it. Say you want my cock, or you won’t get it at all.”

Levi groaned and looked up at him with fury in his eyes as he mumbled, “I... I want your cock.”

As soon as he said it, Zeke rewarded him by fucking his fingers into the shorter man’s prostate faster, listening to Levi cry out from the feeling.

“Again,” Zeke demanded.

“I-I w-want your c-cock!” Levi gasped, his breathing heavy, “Please!”

Zeke grinned a bit, slowly pulling out his fingers, “Turn around, baby. I’m gonna give it to you, don’t worry.”

Levi was blushing horribly from Zeke’s words, and glared at him a little before turning around and sticking his ass out towards Zeke’s erection. Zeke tugged down Levi’s boxers to his thighs and grasped Levi’s cheeks in his hands, spreading them to take a look at the gaping hole in front of him. He sighed contently, leaning over and spitting onto it, before taking his erection out of his boxers and rubbing the spit up and down his crack.

“Can you just get on with it?” Levi complained, “You’re so fucking sl-ah! Ohh.”

Zeke interrupted him by shoving his cock all the way in at once, shutting the shorter man up for the moment. He groaned once he was fully seated inside Levi, his dick pulsing from the warmth and tightness around it.

“Such a good little cunt,” Zeke muttered, giving a couple short punching thrusts, “So fucking tight.”

“Oh my god,” Levi whined, clinging to the sleeping bag as Zeke gripped his hips and began a slow, steady pace in and out of his hole, “Oh my god.”

“That’s my good boy,” Zeke teased, pulling Levi’s ass back against him with every stroke, “Taking my cock so well. You like it, don’t you?”

Levi didn’t respond, just moaning and pushing back eagerly. Zeke held his hips in place, smacking his ass hard and eliciting a yelp from the shorter man, “I asked you a question, Levi. Answer it, or I’ll pull out.”

“Mmm,” Levi whimpered, starting to fall into submission, “Y-Yes, I like it, you bastard. Hit me again.”

The shorter man had clearly been fighting his own submissive state, but he was getting desperate, and wanted to be pounded by the blonde. Zeke smirked at Levi’s words and smacked his ass hard a few times in a row, listening to Levi moaning and begging for more. He slapped his ass one last time before gripping his hips and starting to fuck into him at a harsher, faster pace.

“Oh!” Levi cried out, “Oh yes- oh fuck yes!”

Zeke was starting to breath heavily, a sweat breaking on his brow as he slammed into the shorter man, his fingers digging into Levi’s hips. Levi was panting, pushing back against Zeke’s thrusts.

“Shh,” Zeke rolled his hips up into Levi a few times before resuming a speedier pace, “You’re making so much noise, baby.”

“D-Don’t fucking call me that,” Levi snapped, groaning and pushing back anyway.

Zeke grasped Levi’s hair and tugged it back, growling in his ear, “Don’t tell me what to do, baby.”

Levi grumbled swears under his breath and moaned at the feeling of his hair being tugged, “You fucking asshole.”

Zeke chuckled, grinding into Levi roughly and pressing a couple of quick kisses to Levi’s neck. Levi groaned, his breaths coming out in little, short things. He reached down and started to tug at his erection, mewls spilling out of his mouth.

“Shit, I’m close,” Zeke murmured, “You’re so tight around me, fuck.”

“Ah!” Levi whimpered, “I-I’m close too- fuck me harder!”

Zeke grunted and fucked into Levi as fast and as hard as he could, the sounds of their skin slapping against each other was starting to become louder than the pattering of rain on the tent. Levi whined and tossed his head back, resting it on Zeke’s chest and crying out as he came all over his stomach. It took Zeke a few more strokes before he too came inside of Levi, the feeling of the man clenching around him bringing him over the edge.

“Fuck,” Zeke breathed, pulling out slowly, “Holy shit.”

Levi was trying to catch his breath, just the same as Zeke, and he turned around, grasping Zeke by the hair and ordering in a low voice, “If you tell anybody about this, I will end your goddamn life.”

Zeke smirked, “I won’t, I’m sure they already know, though. You were so loud.”

A blush appeared on Levi’s face, and he swore under his breath before mumbling, “Shut your mouth.”

Levi turned over, snuggling back under the sleeping bag and allowing Zeke to snuggle up to him. Zeke figured it was purely for warmth reasons, but that didn’t matter to him. He was just feeling incredibly smug that he’d gotten to fuck Levi, and was happy to know they had both enjoyed themselves. Perhaps being captured by Levi wasn’t all that bad. But one thing was still bothering him.

“Levi?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I have that cigarette now?”

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Zeke was grinning from ear to ear as Levi took a long sip of the wine, knowing exactly what he’d done. He had put an aphrodisiac in Levi’s wine, simply to make the man horny. It’d been a month since the two of them had sex in the forest, and Zeke had been aroused ever since. But Levi had been rejecting his advances, due to not ‘being in the mood’, so Zeke decided to help him along a little bit.

It didn’t take long for Levi to start fidgeting in his spot, and Zeke could see him growing hot and uncomfortable, tugging on his collar and glancing around nervously. Success, he thought to himself, getting up and moving to sit next to Levi.

The shorter man looked up at him with some bewilderment, a glare soon appearing, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“You’re horny, aren’t you?” Zeke asked, reaching out a hand towards Levi.

Levi smacked his hand away and growled, “No, fuck off.”

But Zeke could tell the man was getting all bothered, his erection starting to tent in the fabric of his pants. So cute, Zeke thought to himself, finding Levi’s insistence to continually reject him adorable.

“I can tell you’re horny, Levi,” Zeke muttered, reaching his hand out again.

This time, Levi allowed Zeke to place a hand on his thigh and run his fingers up and down the thick muscle. Levi shivered at his touch, biting his lip hard as he tried to fight off the intense arousal he was feeling.

“You can let go,” Zeke murmured, “It’s okay. We’re alone.”

Levi grumbled swears under his breath as he crossed his arms stubbornly, “You probably put something in the fucking wine, knowing you.”

Zeke grinned, “So what if I did?”

Levi turned to look at Zeke with some surprise, eyes widening slightly before his hand shot out, gripping Zeke by the neck and snarling, “What the hell did you do?!”

Zeke gagged slightly at the feeling before a smug smile crossed his face, “I just put an aphrodisiac in your wine, that’s all.”

Levi squeezed his neck tighter in his hand, looking confused, “What the fuck is that?!”

“An aphrodisiac?” Zeke choked, trying to pry Levi’s hand off his neck, “It just makes you horny.”

Levi let go of Zeke’s neck and shoved him, “You’re a piece of work, you know that?”

Zeke merely chuckled in response, finally able to catch his breath. He scooted closer to Levi, cupping Levi’s growing erection in his hand and whispering in his ear sensually, “I can help you take care of this. Would you like me to?”

Levi grunted from the feeling and a conflicted look passed through his eyes, biting his lip and raising his hand to smack Zeke’s away. But he paused halfway through when Zeke began palming at his erection, a small whine escaping his mouth.

“You want me to, don’t you?” Zeke asked, starting to undo Levi’s pants.

“F-Fuck you,” Levi managed to get out, not stopping Zeke anyways.

“Well, you certainly seem to like it,” Zeke replied as he took Levi’s erection out of his pants.

It was red and swollen, pre-cum dripping from the tip. Zeke couldn’t believe the man was already so turned-on, but he supposed the aphrodisiac was really doing its stuff. He grasped Levi’s length in his hand and started pumping it, the shorter man gasping and clinging to Zeke’s shirt, muttering a couple swears under his breath.

Zeke couldn’t help but laugh a little at Levi’s actions; the man was clearly so desperate for it, but he was also incredibly stubborn at the same time. Levi was wrinkling his well-ironed shirt in his fingers, taking fistfuls of the fabric in his hands and tugging on it lightly with every stroke of Zeke’s hand.

Suddenly, Levi was straddling Zeke, bringing his head up and kissing him roughly. Zeke kissed back, rubbing Levi’s sides lightly before gripping his erection in his hand again and starting to jerk at it.

“Good boy, Levi,” Zeke murmured against his lips once they pulled away, “So eager for it, aren’t you?”

Levi groaned and buried his face in the crook of Zeke’s neck, “Fuck o-off.”

“Mmm,” Zeke cooed, slowing the rate of his pumping, “Bad boys don’t get what they want. Are you going to be my good boy, or should I stop?”

He could hear Levi huff in annoyance against his neck, bucking his hips into Zeke’s fist as he whined hesitantly, “I... I’ll be a good boy...”

“Good,” Zeke smirked, “Then get on your knees for me. You’re going to suck my dick.”

Zeke was shocked when Levi pulled away and got on his knees without protest. Perhaps the aphrodisiac was making him so desperate for sex that he was willing to go along with whatever Zeke wanted in order to get what he wanted. Zeke watched with amusement as Levi quickly worked at getting Zeke’s pants open with his nimble fingers. He pulled Zeke’s erection out of his pants, mouth already open in anticipation.

“There you go,” Zeke instructed, “Put it in your mouth, lovely.”

Levi leaned forward and licked the tip before engulfing it in his mouth, sucking on it before sinking down all the way. Zeke groaned, fingers falling into Levi’s dark locks and running them through his hair before gripping it hard.

“Fuck,” Zeke muttered as Levi bobbed his head with fervor, “That’s it, gorgeous. Keep going, holy shit.”

Levi whimpered around him, fingers digging into Zeke’s thighs for balance as he moved his head up and down. Zeke began a slow pace of thrusting into the shorter man’s mouth, hearing him gag at first before he adjusted to it by breathing heavily through his nose.

“Such a good mouth,” Zeke praised, picking up the pace a little, “You’re taking it so well.”

Levi’s eyes were half-lidded as he let Zeke use his mouth, drool dribbling down his chin. Zeke groaned and fucked into Levi’s mouth harder, listening to the small choking noises the shorter man was making underneath him.

“Oh god,” Zeke moaned, finally pulling Levi’s head off him, “Fuck, so good, baby.”

Levi had a string of pre-cum and drool hanging from his lip, and Zeke thumbed at his lips before pushing his thumb inside his mouth, watching Levi suck on it hungrily. He sighed contently, using his other hand to pet Levi’s head affectionately. This aphrodisiac was certainly making Levi a lot more susceptible to Zeke’s suggestions.

“Good boy,” Zeke cooed, “Such a good little boy for me.”

He removed his thumb and pushed three fingers into Levi’s mouth, the shorter man coating them with saliva. Zeke continued to pet his head, Levi’s eyes half-lidded with lust as he stared up at Zeke seductively. The blonde pulled his fingers out, Levi climbing into his lap and straddling him. The two shared a sloppy open-mouthed kiss, Levi tongue lapping at Zeke’s eagerly. Zeke pushed his hand into Levi’s pants, running his fingers up and down the crack before he circled one around the rim. Levi’s moan vibrated between their lips as Zeke pushed it past the entrance, starting to fuck him gently with the first digit.

“You like that, don’t you?” Zeke teased, prodding his finger around Levi’s inner walls before adding a second, “You like my fingers fucking you like this?”

Levi mewled pleasantly and buried his face into Zeke’s shoulder, nodding, “Y-Yeah.”

Zeke scissored his fingers and stretched out his hole, licking and sucking at Levi’s neck as the shorter man squirmed and fucked himself back against Zeke’s fingers. The blonde pushed a third past the rim and nibbled at Levi’s earlobe as he began pounding his fingers into Levi’s prostate, growling in his ear, “There’s my good boy. Your hole is so eager to be fucked, isn’t it?”

Levi tossed his head back and moaned, nodding again, “O-Oh my god, Z-Zeke!”

Zeke removed his fingers, listening to Levi whine in some disappointment. The shorter man quickly got off Zeke’s lap and shimmied out of his pants and boxers, while Zeke hurriedly tugged his own pants down to his thighs. Levi climbed back onto Zeke’s lap and the blonde lined it up his dick, groaning as Levi sunk down on it slowly.

“A-Ah,” Levi whimpered, trying to adjust to the feeling, “O-Oh fuck.”

“Shh,” Zeke shushed him, “Just take it, baby. Take my cock, just like that. That’s right.”

Levi groaned and wriggled his hips down until he was fully seated, before he lifted himself up and pounded down on Zeke’s dick, causing both of them to moan from the feeling. Zeke held his hips in his hands, helping to lift him as he began to ride up and down on the blonde’s cock.

“N-Ngh,” Levi mewled, “Ah, a-ah! Z-Zeke!”

“Shit,” Zeke let out a deep breath, watching Levi bouncing on his dick, “You love it, hmm? You’re enjoying that dick, baby?”

Levi’s mouth was hanging open, practically drooling as Zeke’s cock hit his prostate with every thrust downwards. He lulled his head up and down to respond with a ‘yes’, eyes glazed over with lust as he rode Zeke like his life depended on it. Zeke had never seen the man this turned on, and he was sure the aphrodisiac had something to do with that. Levi was rolling his hips, gyrating them on Zeke’s dick before going back to bouncing desperately.

“Fuck,” Zeke groaned, running his fingers up and down Levi’s waist, “Keep riding my cock, beautiful. You’re doing so good.”

“Mmm,” Levi whimpered, erotic little ‘ah’ noises spilling out of his mouth every time he sunk back down onto Zeke’s dick, “Ohh fuckkk.”

His hole was sucking Zeke in so good; it was so warm and tight, and Zeke could feel himself growing closer by the second. If he was enjoying himself, then Levi was in pure ecstasy, or at least, that’s what his face looked like: completely fucked out with cheeks dusted red and mouth hanging open as erotic noises escaped him.

“I’m gonna cum,” Levi panted, “I’m gonna cum, I’m so close.”

“Cum, baby,” Zeke ordered, starting to jerk at Levi’s erection, “Come on, you can do it.”

Levi slammed his hips down over and over on Zeke’s dick, holding tightly to Zeke’s shoulders for leverage as he did so. He let out a cry as he came, his seed spilling all over his and Zeke’s chests and stomachs. Zeke gripped Levi’s hips tightly in his hands and began thrusting upwards into him, trying to find his own orgasm, as he was incredibly close as well.

Levi was breathing heavily, but he grasped Zeke’s hair in his fist, tugging him closer and growling in his ear, “Cum inside me. Fucking do it- I want to be dripping with it.”

Zeke practically gasped at Levi’s words, not having expected them, and came almost instantly from them, letting out a few stuttered thrusts as he came inside Levi. The shorter man slowly removed himself from Zeke’s dick, standing up on shaky legs.

“Turn around and spread yourself,” Zeke instructed, “I wanna see.”

Levi was starting to come down from the aroused state he’d been in now, and he was grumbling swears under his breath at Zeke’s request. But much to Zeke’s surprise, he obliged, turning around and bending over, his hands spreading his cheeks apart so that Zeke could see his cum dripping out of Levi’s hole.

“Shit,” Zeke groaned from the sight, reaching his thumb out and rubbing Levi’s hole gently, “You’re so sexy, Levi.”

Levi whimpered at the touch before standing up straight and letting go of his cheeks. He turned back around, crossing his arms and snapping, “If you ever put anything in my drink again, I’ll fucking slice your head off.”

Zeke couldn’t help but grin, placing his hands on Levi’s waist and pulling him closer, “You loved every second of it. Don’t lie.”

Levi was blushing, but rolled his eyes and bit his lip, looking away from Zeke. At first, the blonde wondered why Levi was avoiding eye contact, until he felt Levi’s dick twitching against his stomach.

Levi finally turned back to him, a small smirk on his face as he asked, “Round two?”

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Zeke couldn’t believe Levi was letting him do this. The short, dark-haired cheerleader had let him lift his skirt and fuck him in the locker rooms, simply because Zeke had insisted Levi was going to be his good luck charm for his baseball game that afternoon. The cheerleaders obviously didn’t come to the baseball games, but Zeke had intercepted Levi at a football game he was cheering at, flirting him up and somehow convincing him to have sex in the locker room the morning before his game.

Zeke had heard that Levi’s boyfriend had broken up with him recently, some guy on the football team, so perhaps he was just a rebound or a way to make the footballer jealous. But Zeke didn’t really care the reason, he just felt lucky and smug about getting Levi all to himself. His good luck charm.

So here they were again, a week later, Levi bent over with his hands on the bench, ass out while Zeke had flipped his skirt up and taken down his panties, starting to fuck his hole with lubed-up fingers. He’d just pushed the second finger past the entrance, listening to Levi’s quiet mewls and moans.

“Shit,” Zeke murmured, “You’re so good, taking my fingers in your pretty little cunt like that.”

Levi whined and pushed back gently, panties around his ankles and ass bouncing against Zeke’s fingers. Zeke’s dick was twitching in his pants as he watched Levi squirm under his fingers, adding a third and pounding them into his prostate, which elicited a cry from the shorter man. They were alone in the locker room; the team wouldn’t show up for another half hour at least, so they had plenty of time.

Zeke slowly pulled his fingers out and unzipped his pants, taking out his dick and slapping it lightly on Levi’s ass cheek. Levi whimpered and wriggled his ass to keep Zeke’s attention, causing the blonde to chuckle softly before he placed the tip against Levi’s hole and started to push. The tip was quickly swallowed up as Zeke continued to push in, Levi gasping and moaning at the feeling of Zeke filling him up.

“Ohh,” Levi groaned, “Z-Zeke!”

Zeke couldn’t help the smirk on his face as he pulled out all the way and fucked back in hard, jolting Levi forward and listening to him cry out. He was feeling incredibly smug for having bagged the sexy cheer captain.

“That’s it, baby,” Zeke chuckled softly as he started short thrusts into Levi’s prostate, “You’re so tight, gorgeous.”

Levi whimpered, “G-Give it to me harder.”

“Harder?” Zeke cooed, pulling out all the way and giving him a few hard strokes, “Like that?”

“Y-Yes!” Levi breathed, “Yes!”

“Mmm,” Zeke grinned, “You really are so desperate for that dick, aren’t you?”

Levi nodded, pushing back at Zeke’s thrusts, “Y-Yeah. Fuck yeah.”

Zeke started rolling his hips forward into Levi’s prostate over and over, growling, “There you go, baby.”

There was the sound of the locker room door opening, and Zeke paused for a moment before continuing to fuck into Levi, who clasped a hand over his mouth to quiet his noises. Zeke held back a moan, hearing footsteps coming closer. But he didn’t let up, deciding he didn’t care who was walking in on them.

An unsuspecting blonde rounded the corner, his eyes widening upon seeing them. He must’ve been there to retrieve something from his locker, and Zeke instantly recognized him as the guy who Levi had been previously dating.

“Levi?!” the man exclaimed in shock.

“E-Erwin?” Levi responded as Zeke continued to fuck him, “O-Oh god- I- Z-Zeke!”

Erwin stared at them for a moment longer before turning on his heel and walking right back the way he came. Levi stared after him for a second before he snapped out of it, starting to push back against Zeke again.

“Yes!” Levi moaned loudly, “It’s... It’s so big! Fuck me harder!”

Zeke had a feeling he was just saying this stuff to piss off his ex, as the front door slammed shut right after Levi had finished what he was saying. But Zeke didn’t really care; so what if he was trying to get back at his ex? At least Zeke could be fucking the smaller man, while Erwin didn’t get the chance to.

“Is that your ex?” Zeke teased as he rammed into Levi, “You’re such a slut, letting me fuck you like that in front of him. I bet you fucking liked it.”

Levi groaned and nodded, “Sh-Shit- god, Zeke.”

Zeke laughed softly, finding Levi incredibly amusing. He slowed his thrusts, giving Levi a few short strokes before picking up the pace again. Levi was gripping the edge of the bench in his fingers so tightly that his knuckles were white, legs beginning to tremble from Zeke’s actions.

“You gonna cum for me?” Zeke asked, fucking Levi at a steady rhythm now as he watched Levi jerking himself off.

Levi nodded, practically drooling from being fucked so nicely, “Y-Yeah, d-don’t stop, please!”

“I’m not gonna stop, don’t you worry,” Zeke murmured, gripping Levi’s hips tightly before he started to fuck into him as wildly and as quickly as he could.

Levi shrieked from the feeling, panting horribly, “I-I’m gonna- Zeke!”

He came hard, his whole body shaking from the orgasm, as he caught his seed in his hand, not wanting to make a mess. Zeke continued to fuck him through the orgasm, until he too was cumming inside the smaller man, breathing heavily.

“That’s my good boy,” Zeke praised, running his fingers through Levi’s hair affectionately, “Just you watch, I’m gonna win my game later, and it’ll be all because I fucked that tight little ass of yours.”

Levi whined quietly as he stood up, tugging up his panties and heading to the bathroom. Zeke followed him there after pulling his pants back on, leaning in the door frame as he watched Levi washing his hands and fixing his uniform.

“I’ll come to your game,” Levi said nonchalantly as he checked his hair in the mirror, “Just to see if you really win.”

Zeke couldn’t help but smile at that. Levi hadn’t been to one of his games before, and he was looking forward to showing off his pitching skills. Perhaps things with Levi would be more than just fucking, Zeke thought to himself.

He heard the familiar sound of his teammates filing into the locker room before the game, and Levi finished fixing himself up, walking up to Zeke and gripping him by his collar. Zeke was a little fearful at first as to what Levi was about to do; the shorter man was known for fucking people up. But he could feel his heart melt a little when Levi stood on his tiptoes and planted a sweet kiss to Zeke’s lips.

“Good luck at your game,” he whispered against Zeke’s lips, “I’ll be cheering for you from the sidelines.”

Zeke could feel the blush on his face from Levi’s actions, and he didn’t have time to respond, as Levi walked out of the bathroom and headed to the front door of the locker room. Zeke touched his lips softly, a dumb grin crossing his face. His teammate, Porco, entered the bathroom.

“Why do you look so fucking stupid?” Porco asked, and the smile immediately left Zeke’s face.

“Shut up,” Zeke snapped.

“Did you fuck that Ackerman guy again?” Porco wondered, unzipping his pants and starting to pee at the urinal.

“Yeah,” Zeke muttered, “He’s my good luck charm.”

Porco snorted, finishing up and zipping his pants back up before heading to the sink to wash his hands, “That’s so cute. You aren’t getting feelings, are you, Zeke?”

Zeke paused. Was he getting feelings for Levi? That kiss certainly was making him question himself. The cheer captain was handsome, adorable, and stubborn; all things Zeke liked about him. Could he really be developing feelings?

“N-No,” Zeke replied weakly, leaving the bathroom before Porco could continue to make fun of him.

Zeke got ready for the game and went up to the bullpen to practice his pitching before the game started. He heard his coach calling for everyone to gather round, and headed back to the dugout, barely paying attention to the pep talk the man was giving to them. He was wondering if Levi was really going to stay for his game.

He went out to the mound, scanning the small crowd in the stands and seeing Levi sitting in the bleachers. The smaller man noticed him staring and waved, Zeke waving back with a shy smile. He pitched the best he’d ever pitched that game, and he was really starting to believe that Levi really was his good luck charm. They won the game 7-3 due to Zeke striking out so many batters.

After the game, Levi was waiting for him by the locker room, a small smile on his face when they made eye contact. Zeke was covered in dirt and sweat, so Levi kept his distance from him once they got close enough to speak to one another. Zeke had heard Levi was a bit of a clean freak.

“Good game,” Levi complimented, “You pitched really well.”

“Thanks,” Zeke chuckled, “I told you, you’re my good luck charm.”

Levi smirked a little, grasping Zeke’s collar and pulling him down to Levi’s level to murmur sensually in his ear, “I can’t wait for your next game.”

Levi let go of his collar and gave Zeke a seductive look before waving at him and walking towards the parking lot. Zeke stared after him, swallowing thickly as he watched Levi’s skirt swaying with the movement of his hips as he walked away.

“Pfft,” Porco was laughing behind him, “You’re such a simp, Zeke.”

“Shut your mouth,” Zeke rolled his eyes, still staring after Levi.

All Zeke knew was that he couldn’t wait until his next game.

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Levi dismissed the class, sighing in some annoyance when he saw the Jaeger boy coming straight towards him. The teenager was always getting into trouble with his friends, starting fights with the Kirstein boy and passing notes in class. But Levi knew that as a teacher he had to be nice and open to all his students, and he had to admit he was curious about why Eren needed to talk to him.

“Mr. Ackerman?” Eren smiled nervously, “I... I was wondering if I could ask you something. It’s something personal, I hope that’s okay.”

Levi raised an eyebrow, shuffling some papers on his desk, “I suppose that’s okay. What is it, Jaeger?”

Eren hugged his book to his chest, eyes darting to the floor, “Well... my friends and I noticed that you and Mr. Smith broke up a couple of months ago...”

Levi’s expression immediately turned sour. How had the teens figured that out? He supposed it probably wasn’t difficult: he wasn’t receiving flowers anymore and visits from his sweet boyfriend during class. He’d probably been a little more moody since the break-up as well.

“And we think you’re lonely,” Eren continued, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, “So I... I thought maybe... well, if it’s okay with you-”

“Spit it out, Jaeger,” Levi grumbled, crossing his arms as he was not liking where this conversation was going.

“I have an older brother, sir,” Eren explained, “He’s about your age, I think. He’s... He’s been single for a while, and I thought maybe you two could go out on a date. I can give you his number, if you’d like.”

Another Jaeger? Levi thought in disgust. The idea didn’t sound entirely appealing to him. If his older brother was anything like Eren, then Levi already knew he wouldn’t like him. He opened his mouth to respond, but Eren interrupted him before he could get anything out.

“Please give him a chance, sir,” Eren pleaded, taking out his phone from his pocket, “Here, I’ll show you a picture of him. He’s pretty handsome.”

Eren scrolled through his phone before holding out a picture of himself with his older brother. The brother was good-looking, Levi had to admit. He wore glasses that framed his face nicely, curly locks on his head, and a scruffy beard and mustache on his face. He looked like he was in pretty good shape - not as built as his previous boyfriend, but certainly muscular. Levi couldn’t help it. He was interested now.

“Fine,” Levi muttered, “Give me his number, then. But don’t ever ask me anything this personal again.”

Eren nodded quickly, taking a post-it note and a pen off Levi’s desk and scribbling down his brother’s number. He held out the post-it to Levi, “Here you go. His name is Zeke, I’ll tell him you’ll text him.”

Levi took the post-it note, “Good. Thanks, Jaeger. And don’t forget, your make-up test is due by Friday. So I better see you during your study hour.”

Eren groaned in irritation when he remembered his test, “Yes, sir. I’ll be here, I promise.”

Levi watched the teen trudge out of the classroom and glanced down at the post-it note, taking out his phone and putting the number into it. He decided not to text the number right away; he didn’t want to seem that desperate.

He waited until he got home around 5pm that night to send a text:

Hey. This is Levi, Eren’s teacher.

He hoped it wasn’t too odd that he was going to go on a date with one of his student’s family members, but he was certainly a little desperate. He hadn’t had sex in two months, and he was hoping maybe this would at least lead to something sexual.

Levi started making himself dinner, hearing his phone ping about a half hour later when he was eating the pasta he’d made himself:

Hey, this is Zeke. Can you send me a picture so I know what you look like?

Levi could feel himself getting a little nervous. It’d been a long time since he’d been in the dating game. He and Erwin, his former boyfriend, had been dating for three years before they’d broken up, so Levi felt really inexperienced all of a sudden. He scrolled through his phone to find a good selfie, but most of his photos were of him and Erwin. He finally settled on a recent selfie he’d taken when he was out at a coffee shop and feeling particularly good about a new outfit he was wearing. Levi didn’t think he looked too awful in the photo, even though he thought his smile looked awkward and embarrassing. He sent the picture to Zeke, anxiously awaiting a response. He tapped his fingers on the table as he waited impatiently, finishing up eating his pasta. Levi got up and placed his plate in the sink, hearing his phone ding while he was scrubbing the dish with soap and water. He set the plate in the dish rack and dried off his hands, picking up the phone and reading:

Very handsome. Can’t wait to meet you, gorgeous. When are you free?

Levi could feel himself blushing from the compliment, a small smile appearing on his face. He’d forgotten the giddy feeling of flirting with someone; it had been so long since he’d flirted with someone new. The two texted back and forth, arranging their date for the upcoming weekend at a restaurant. Levi couldn’t help it; he was excited. He hadn’t been on a new date in a long time, and it was certainly thrilling to be dating again.

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Levi got to the restaurant first, sitting down at a table and texting Zeke that he was there waiting for him. The blonde texted back saying he was running a little late - the first red flag for Levi. But he tried to remain calm; perhaps he’d gotten stuck in traffic or something.

He waited fifteen minutes before he saw the blonde walking through the door, wearing a simple white and yellow flower button up and black jeans. Levi couldn’t help but let his eyes rake up and down the man’s body. He was definitely Levi’s type: tall, blonde, muscular. Levi smiled softly as the man approached, Zeke smiling back at Levi and holding his hand out to him once they were close enough to each other.

They shook hands, Zeke greeting, “Hi Levi, it’s so nice to meet you.”

Zeke sat down, Levi replying, “Nice to meet you too. You’re a little late.”

He couldn’t help but mention it, even if it was rude. Levi just thought being on time was important, and he was curious to see why Zeke had been late. Zeke merely chuckled at Levi’s words, picking up the menu and starting to flip through it.

“Had trouble finding something to wear,” Zeke admitted, “I lost track of time.”

Levi could feel himself getting annoyed. So the idiot just lost track of time? And he wasn’t even going to apologize for being late? Levi huffed and started looking through the menu, trying to give Zeke the benefit of the doubt. He might’ve been nervous about the date and therefore taken a long time to choose an outfit, or maybe he was just covering up for a more embarrassing reason why he’d been late.

The two were quiet as they paged through the menus, Levi starting to feel a little anxious from the silence. He didn’t know what to say. What did he and Erwin used to talk about on their first dates? Levi could barely remember at this point.

“So,” Zeke piped up, “How’s Eren doing in school?”

Why ask a question like that? Levi thought. This wasn’t a parent-teacher conference; it was a date. Levi suspected Zeke hadn’t been on a date in quite some time, as he didn’t appear to know what to say.

“He’s okay,” Levi shrugged, “He’s probably got a C in my class, so he’s not doing well, but he’s not failing either.”

Zeke chuckled, “Yeah, that sounds about right for Eren. He’s a good kid, but he didn’t get the book smarts I inherited.”

Levi wasn’t so sure about Eren being a ‘good kid’, as he often got into trouble in Levi’s class, but he decided to give Zeke the benefit of the doubt; he was the boy’s older brother after all, and saw a different side of Eren than Levi did.

“So you’re smart then?” Levi asked, “What do you do?”

He was curious, since the man had bragged about his book smarts.

“I’m a pharmacist,” Zeke replied, and Levi had to admit he was a little impressed. It wasn’t easy to be a pharmacist, and he suddenly felt a little stupid for merely being a high school teacher.

“Being a high school teacher sounds boring,” Zeke commented, and suddenly Levi felt defensive about his job.

Who was this jerk to say something like that?! Levi shot him a small glare, retorting, “It’s not that bad! Besides, being a pharmacist sounds more boring than being a teacher.”

Levi caught Zeke rolling his eyes, and was immediately not a fan of this man. He seemed a little stuck up and full of himself, and the two of them just seemed to have clashing personalities. Levi wasn’t excited for the rest of this date, but perhaps he could at least get some dick out of it, so he continued on for his high libido’s sake.

“So what are you going to order?” Levi asked, wanting to change the subject and hopefully get onto something they could agree upon.

“Cheeseburger,” Zeke replied with a shrug.

Gross, Levi thought to himself. The man seemed greasy enough with his unkempt hair and scruffy beard, he did not need to be eating anything with oil like that. But Levi kept his thoughts to himself for the moment. He was probably just mad because of the way they’d been interacting so far.

“What are you getting?” Zeke wondered.

“Salad,” Levi replied, and heard Zeke scoff, “What?!”

“That’s rabbit’s food!” Zeke chuckled at him, “You don’t want something more substantial?”

That’s it, Levi thought to himself, clenching his fists and snapping, “Well at least I’m not getting something greasy to add to an already-oily face, asshole.”

“Hey, chill,” Zeke grumbled, setting the menu down, “I’m only on this date because my brother’s been begging me to get out of the house.”

“Well, Eren also begged me to go out with his poor, pathetic, single older brother. So who’s really doing more of a favor here?” Levi commented in annoyance, knowing he shouldn’t be saying all these awful things.

He just couldn’t help it. The man irked him. Zeke opened his mouth to reply, when a waitress came over to take their order. The two put in their food orders reluctantly, now thoroughly irritated with each other. They just couldn’t seem to come to an agreement.

The waitress was about to walk away, when Levi stopped her, “Oh! Miss, could I also get a cup of Earl Grey? Thanks.”

She nodded and added it to her order sheet, walking off. Levi looked back at Zeke, who was eyeing him as if something was off. Levi narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms, growling, “What now?!”

“Nothing, nothing,” Zeke held his hands up to feign innocence, “It’s just- you know you can get something better than tea, right? I’m paying - I can get you a nicer drink than that. Don’t you want something from the bar?”

“No,” Levi said through gritted teeth, “How about you let me order what I want and leave me the fuck alone?”

Zeke shut his mouth, taking out his phone and starting to scroll through something. Levi grumbled swears under his breath, and took out his own phone. The two didn’t talk until their food was brought to them, and Levi was honestly considering ditching the date. It just didn’t seem worth it to stay here with someone who was going to argue with him and criticize him over every little thing.

Zeke started eating, and Levi took a long sip of his tea, holding a glare with the man. Levi tried to think of other things they might have in common. Maybe they’d just gotten off on the wrong foot.

“So what do you like to do in your spare time?” Levi tried, wanting to give him one more chance.

“Oh, I play baseball,” Zeke said as he took a huge bite of the cheeseburger, making Levi cringe with disgust as grease spilled onto the plate below.

Baseball? Levi thought to himself, That’s the least exciting sport there is. Levi bit his tongue from saying so out loud, but he was really having a hard time keeping his comment to himself. Zeke noticed the look he was giving him.

“What’s wrong with baseball?” He asked with an exasperated sigh, “Don’t you like anything?”

“I do!” Levi argued, “I like soccer. But baseball? It’s boring. Probably the most boring sport out there.”

Zeke sat back in his seat, picking up a napkin and wiping his face, “I think I’m gonna get a to-go box. This just isn’t working out.”

Levi mumbled, “Good. Eren was stupid for thinking this could ever work between us.”

“Well, that’s something we can agree on,” Zeke muttered, tossing the napkin onto the table and calling over the waitress.

He got two boxes, which Levi thought was the least he could do after such an awful date. Levi put his salad into the box and closed it up, the waitress bringing the check. Levi reached for it, but Zeke quickly snatched it up.

“You gonna pay for it with your fancy pharmacist money?” Levi teased.

Zeke smirked, taking out his card, “Yes. I’ve heard high school teachers are pretty broke.”

Levi instantly shot him a look. It wasn’t like he was wrong, but to bring it up was a pretty asshole thing to do. Levi waited for Zeke to pay the check and got up, ready to leave without saying another word. But Zeke stood at the same time, blocking his way.

“Can you move?” Levi asked, “You’re in my way.”

“Wanna do this again sometime?” Zeke wondered, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

Levi stared up at him with a look of shock. Who the fuck did this guy think he was? Hadn’t they just agreed to end this date early because they couldn’t stand each other? Levi didn’t understand why Zeke would ask him on another date after that disaster.

“And why the hell would I want to?” Levi inquired incredulously.

“Because… I think we have chemistry,” Zeke smiled, “Plus, I can tell you want me to take you home, don’t you?”

Levi wasn’t sure how the man had figured him out. He did want to get some dick, even if it was from someone as thoroughly annoying as Zeke. But he wasn’t exactly sure they had chemistry. Maybe chemistry for a hate fuck, but that’s about it.

“I don’t know about a second date, but you can come back to my place,” Levi decided, much to his own annoyance.

Zeke was looking incredibly smug, and he wrapped an arm around Levi’s shoulder, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, “I think we’re going to get along just great, baby.”

Levi shrugged out of his hold and smacked his arm hard, “Call me baby again and I’ll fucking tear your tongue out of your mouth.”

“Ah ah ah,” Zeke smirked, “Naughty boys don’t get fucked.”

Levi stared up at him in some shock at his lewd words, but his dick twitched in his pants. He swallowed thickly before grabbing Zeke’s arm, leaving their food behind at the table and dragging him to the bathroom.

As soon as they were alone in the two-stall bathroom, Levi slammed him into the wall and kissed him roughly, growling, “Make it quick. I prepped myself already.”

Zeke grinned obnoxiously, “Oh? So you were expecting to get my dick then? How desperate are you, Mr. Ackerman?”

Levi could feel himself blushing. He probably was a little desperate, he couldn’t help that. He’d prepped himself in anticipation that something like this might happen. Zeke was hot, that was true, though his personality was disgusting.

“Just shut up and stick it in me,” Levi snapped, dragged Zeke to a stall and locking the door behind him.

Usually, he wasn’t a fan of doing this type of thing in the dirty bathrooms, but he was willing to let that go just this once. He bent over the toilet, placing his hands on the top part of the toilet and sticking his ass out. He wasn’t about to give this man the luxury of foreplay, or a blow job. Those were things he’d have to earn, if they continued their sexual encounters in the future.

Zeke chuckled softly behind him before rocking his hard erection against Levi’s ass, hooking his fingers in Levi’s pants and tugging them down along with his boxers. Levi heard the man’s belt buckle being undone, and rubbed his ass back against the blonde’s rather large erection. It wasn’t as big as his ex’s, but Levi could tell it was big regardless, and excitement skipped through his chest when he felt the erection prodding at his hole.

“Tell me how badly you want it,” Zeke murmured, and Levi could feel himself getting impatient.

“Fuck, Zeke!” He growled, “Can’t you just put it in?”

“Not until you tell me,” Zeke laughed, “How badly do you want it?”

Levi clenched his fists, muttering a couple of swears before complying, “I… I want it bad, okay? Just give me it before I fucking walk out on you.”

“Something tells me you wouldn’t walk out,” Zeke said smugly, starting to push in with a long sigh, “Shit, so tight. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

Levi gasped at the feeling and held onto the toilet tightly, his knuckles turning white. It’d been so long since he’d been filled like this, and he was already eagerly pushing back against Zeke’s cock, a low moan escaping his mouth.

“That’s right,” Zeke cooed, “Such a little slut for it, aren’t you?”

“Don’t call me that,” Levi snarled, “Just fuck me, you asshole.”

Zeke didn’t give him much time to adjust to the feeling; he just started going to town on Levi’s ass, gripping his hips roughly and fucking into him over and over again at a harsh pace. Levi moaned and whimpered, the feeling driving him crazy. The man was pounding into his prostate with every thrust, and Levi knew he couldn’t last long if they continued like this. His erection was against his stomach, an angry red color and leaking pre-cum all over the place. Zeke was grunting behind him as he continued, smacking Levi’s ass and switching to short little strokes that had Levi gasping and groaning.

“You moan like a desperate whore,” Zeke growled, “Fuck, listen to you. Wanted it so badly, didn’t you?”

“Sh-Shut up,” Levi replied, not wanting to give up his dignity for the sake of Zeke’s ego, “Just- d-don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

Zeke was laughing at him again, a low chuckle that made Levi want to turn around and smack him across the face. But he stopped himself from commenting on it when Zeke hit him with a particularly good thrust, making him cry out.

“Shh, love,” Zeke placed his hand over Levi’s mouth, “We don’t wanna get kicked out, do we?”

His hand tasted salty, and Levi felt so grossed out and turned on all at the same time, trying to ignore the thought of the germs that were on the man’s hand as he was rammed into relentlessly. Levi reached down and started tugging at his erection, muffled moans hitting Zeke’s hand.

“God, you’re so sexy,” Zeke panted, “I’m getting so close. I bet you won’t be able to stop thinking about me when you’re filled with my cum, hmm?”

Levi whined and pushed back against him eagerly and letting out muffled cries into Zeke’s hand as he finally came, Zeke removing his hand and focusing on his own orgasm. He pounded away at Levi’s ass until he too came inside, breathing heavily.

“God,” Zeke groaned as he pulled out, “What do you think about that second date now?”

Levi rolled his eyes a little, but let out a sigh, “Fine.”

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Levi dismissed the class, sighing in some annoyance when he saw the Jaeger boy coming straight towards him. The teenager was always getting into trouble with his friends, starting fights with the Kirstein boy and passing notes in class. But Levi knew that as a teacher he had to be nice and open to all his students, and he had to admit he was curious about why Eren needed to talk to him.

“Mr. Ackerman?” Eren smiled nervously, “I... I was wondering if I could ask you something. It’s something personal, I hope that’s okay.”

Levi raised an eyebrow, shuffling some papers on his desk, “I suppose that’s okay. What is it, Jaeger?”

Eren hugged his book to his chest, eyes darting to the floor, “Well... my friends and I noticed that you and Mr. Smith broke up a couple of months ago...”

Levi’s expression immediately turned sour. How had the teens figured that out? He supposed it probably wasn’t difficult: he wasn’t receiving flowers anymore and visits from his sweet boyfriend during class. He’d probably been a little more moody since the break-up as well.

“And we think you’re lonely,” Eren continued, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, “So I... I thought maybe... well, if it’s okay with you-”

“Spit it out, Jaeger,” Levi grumbled, crossing his arms as he was not liking where this conversation was going.

“I have an older brother, sir,” Eren explained, “He’s about your age, I think. He’s... He’s been single for a while, and I thought maybe you two could go out on a date. I can give you his number, if you’d like.”

Another Jaeger? Levi thought in disgust. The idea didn’t sound entirely appealing to him. If his older brother was anything like Eren, then Levi already knew he wouldn’t like him. He opened his mouth to respond, but Eren interrupted him before he could get anything out.

“Please give him a chance, sir,” Eren pleaded, taking out his phone from his pocket, “Here, I’ll show you a picture of him. He’s pretty handsome.”

Eren scrolled through his phone before holding out a picture of himself with his older brother. The brother was good-looking, Levi had to admit. He wore glasses that framed his face nicely, curly locks on his head, and a scruffy beard and mustache on his face. He looked like he was in pretty good shape - not as built as his previous boyfriend, but certainly muscular. Levi couldn’t help it. He was interested now.

“Fine,” Levi muttered, “Give me his number, then. But don’t ever ask me anything this personal again.”

Eren nodded quickly, taking a post-it note and a pen off Levi’s desk and scribbling down his brother’s number. He held out the post-it to Levi, “Here you go. His name is Zeke, I’ll tell him you’ll text him.”

Levi took the post-it note, “Good. Thanks, Jaeger. And don’t forget, your make-up test is due by Friday. So I better see you during your study hour.”

Eren groaned in irritation when he remembered his test, “Yes, sir. I’ll be here, I promise.”

Levi watched the teen trudge out of the classroom and glanced down at the post-it note, taking out his phone and putting the number into it. He decided not to text the number right away; he didn’t want to seem that desperate.

He waited until he got home around 5pm that night to send a text:

Hey. This is Levi, Eren’s teacher.

He hoped it wasn’t too odd that he was going to go on a date with one of his student’s family members, but he was certainly a little desperate. He hadn’t had sex in two months, and he was hoping maybe this would at least lead to something sexual.

Levi started making himself dinner, hearing his phone ping about a half hour later when he was eating the pasta he’d made himself:

Hey, this is Zeke. Can you send me a picture so I know what you look like?

Levi could feel himself getting a little nervous. It’d been a long time since he’d been in the dating game. He and Erwin, his former boyfriend, had been dating for three years before they’d broken up, so Levi felt really inexperienced all of a sudden. He scrolled through his phone to find a good selfie, but most of his photos were of him and Erwin. He finally settled on a recent selfie he’d taken when he was out at a coffee shop and feeling particularly good about a new outfit he was wearing. Levi didn’t think he looked too awful in the photo, even though he thought his smile looked awkward and embarrassing. He sent the picture to Zeke, anxiously awaiting a response. He tapped his fingers on the table as he waited impatiently, finishing up eating his pasta. Levi got up and placed his plate in the sink, hearing his phone ding while he was scrubbing the dish with soap and water. He set the plate in the dish rack and dried off his hands, picking up the phone and reading:

Very handsome. Can’t wait to meet you, gorgeous. When are you free?

Levi could feel himself blushing from the compliment, a small smile appearing on his face. He’d forgotten the giddy feeling of flirting with someone; it had been so long since he’d flirted with someone new. The two texted back and forth, arranging their date for the upcoming weekend at a restaurant. Levi couldn’t help it; he was excited. He hadn’t been on a new date in a long time, and it was certainly thrilling to be dating again.

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Levi got to the restaurant first, sitting down at a table and texting Zeke that he was there waiting for him. The blonde texted back saying he was running a little late - the first red flag for Levi. But he tried to remain calm; perhaps he’d gotten stuck in traffic or something.

He waited fifteen minutes before he saw the blonde walking through the door, wearing a simple white and yellow flower button up and black jeans. Levi couldn’t help but let his eyes rake up and down the man’s body. He was definitely Levi’s type: tall, blonde, muscular. Levi smiled softly as the man approached, Zeke smiling back at Levi and holding his hand out to him once they were close enough to each other.

They shook hands, Zeke greeting, “Hi Levi, it’s so nice to meet you.”

Zeke sat down, Levi replying, “Nice to meet you too. You’re a little late.”

He couldn’t help but mention it, even if it was rude. Levi just thought being on time was important, and he was curious to see why Zeke had been late. Zeke merely chuckled at Levi’s words, picking up the menu and starting to flip through it.

“Had trouble finding something to wear,” Zeke admitted, “I lost track of time.”

Levi could feel himself getting annoyed. So the idiot just lost track of time? And he wasn’t even going to apologize for being late? Levi huffed and started looking through the menu, trying to give Zeke the benefit of the doubt. He might’ve been nervous about the date and therefore taken a long time to choose an outfit, or maybe he was just covering up for a more embarrassing reason why he’d been late.

The two were quiet as they paged through the menus, Levi starting to feel a little anxious from the silence. He didn’t know what to say. What did he and Erwin used to talk about on their first dates? Levi could barely remember at this point.

“So,” Zeke piped up, “How’s Eren doing in school?”

Why ask a question like that? Levi thought. This wasn’t a parent-teacher conference; it was a date. Levi suspected Zeke hadn’t been on a date in quite some time, as he didn’t appear to know what to say.

“He’s okay,” Levi shrugged, “He’s probably got a C in my class, so he’s not doing well, but he’s not failing either.”

Zeke chuckled, “Yeah, that sounds about right for Eren. He’s a good kid, but he didn’t get the book smarts I inherited.”

Levi wasn’t so sure about Eren being a ‘good kid’, as he often got into trouble in Levi’s class, but he decided to give Zeke the benefit of the doubt; he was the boy’s older brother after all, and saw a different side of Eren than Levi did.

“So you’re smart then?” Levi asked, “What do you do?”

He was curious, since the man had bragged about his book smarts.

“I’m a pharmacist,” Zeke replied, and Levi had to admit he was a little impressed. It wasn’t easy to be a pharmacist, and he suddenly felt a little stupid for merely being a high school teacher.

“Being a high school teacher sounds boring,” Zeke commented, and suddenly Levi felt defensive about his job.

Who was this jerk to say something like that?! Levi shot him a small glare, retorting, “It’s not that bad! Besides, being a pharmacist sounds more boring than being a teacher.”

Levi caught Zeke rolling his eyes, and was immediately not a fan of this man. He seemed a little stuck up and full of himself, and the two of them just seemed to have clashing personalities. Levi wasn’t excited for the rest of this date, but perhaps he could at least get some dick out of it, so he continued on for his high libido’s sake.

“So what are you going to order?” Levi asked, wanting to change the subject and hopefully get onto something they could agree upon.

“Cheeseburger,” Zeke replied with a shrug.

Gross, Levi thought to himself. The man seemed greasy enough with his unkempt hair and scruffy beard, he did not need to be eating anything with oil like that. But Levi kept his thoughts to himself for the moment. He was probably just mad because of the way they’d been interacting so far.

“What are you getting?” Zeke wondered.

“Salad,” Levi replied, and heard Zeke scoff, “What?!”

“That’s rabbit’s food!” Zeke chuckled at him, “You don’t want something more substantial?”

That’s it, Levi thought to himself, clenching his fists and snapping, “Well at least I’m not getting something greasy to add to an already-oily face, asshole.”

“Hey, chill,” Zeke grumbled, setting the menu down, “I’m only on this date because my brother’s been begging me to get out of the house.”

“Well, Eren also begged me to go out with his poor, pathetic, single older brother. So who’s really doing more of a favor here?” Levi commented in annoyance, knowing he shouldn’t be saying all these awful things.

He just couldn’t help it. The man irked him. Zeke opened his mouth to reply, when a waitress came over to take their order. The two put in their food orders reluctantly, now thoroughly irritated with each other. They just couldn’t seem to come to an agreement.

The waitress was about to walk away, when Levi stopped her, “Oh! Miss, could I also get a cup of Earl Grey? Thanks.”

She nodded and added it to her order sheet, walking off. Levi looked back at Zeke, who was eyeing him as if something was off. Levi narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms, growling, “What now?!”

“Nothing, nothing,” Zeke held his hands up to feign innocence, “It’s just- you know you can get something better than tea, right? I’m paying - I can get you a nicer drink than that. Don’t you want something from the bar?”

“No,” Levi said through gritted teeth, “How about you let me order what I want and leave me the fuck alone?”

Zeke shut his mouth, taking out his phone and starting to scroll through something. Levi grumbled swears under his breath, and took out his own phone. The two didn’t talk until their food was brought to them, and Levi was honestly considering ditching the date. It just didn’t seem worth it to stay here with someone who was going to argue with him and criticize him over every little thing.

Zeke started eating, and Levi took a long sip of his tea, holding a glare with the man. Levi tried to think of other things they might have in common. Maybe they’d just gotten off on the wrong foot.

“So what do you like to do in your spare time?” Levi tried, wanting to give him one more chance.

“Oh, I play baseball,” Zeke said as he took a huge bite of the cheeseburger, making Levi cringe with disgust as grease spilled onto the plate below.

Baseball? Levi thought to himself, That’s the least exciting sport there is. Levi bit his tongue from saying so out loud, but he was really having a hard time keeping his comment to himself. Zeke noticed the look he was giving him.

“What’s wrong with baseball?” He asked with an exasperated sigh, “Don’t you like anything?”

“I do!” Levi argued, “I like soccer. But baseball? It’s boring. Probably the most boring sport out there.”

Zeke sat back in his seat, picking up a napkin and wiping his face, “I think I’m gonna get a to-go box. This just isn’t working out.”

Levi mumbled, “Good. Eren was stupid for thinking this could ever work between us.”

“Well, that’s something we can agree on,” Zeke muttered, tossing the napkin onto the table and calling over the waitress.

He got two boxes, which Levi thought was the least he could do after such an awful date. Levi put his salad into the box and closed it up, the waitress bringing the check. Levi reached for it, but Zeke quickly snatched it up.

“You gonna pay for it with your fancy pharmacist money?” Levi teased.

Zeke smirked, taking out his card, “Yes. I’ve heard high school teachers are pretty broke.”

Levi instantly shot him a look. It wasn’t like he was wrong, but to bring it up was a pretty asshole thing to do. Levi waited for Zeke to pay the check and got up, ready to leave without saying another word. But Zeke stood at the same time, blocking his way.

“Can you move?” Levi asked, “You’re in my way.”

“Wanna do this again sometime?” Zeke wondered, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

Levi stared up at him with a look of shock. Who the fuck did this guy think he was? Hadn’t they just agreed to end this date early because they couldn’t stand each other? Levi didn’t understand why Zeke would ask him on another date after that disaster.

“And why the hell would I want to?” Levi inquired incredulously.

“Because… I think we have chemistry,” Zeke smiled, “Plus, I can tell you want me to take you home, don’t you?”

Levi wasn’t sure how the man had figured him out. He did want to get some dick, even if it was from someone as thoroughly annoying as Zeke. But he wasn’t exactly sure they had chemistry. Maybe chemistry for a hate fuck, but that’s about it.

“I don’t know about a second date, but you can come back to my place,” Levi decided, much to his own annoyance.

Zeke was looking incredibly smug, and he wrapped an arm around Levi’s shoulder, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, “I think we’re going to get along just great, baby.”

Levi shrugged out of his hold and smacked his arm hard, “Call me baby again and I’ll fucking tear your tongue out of your mouth.”

“Ah ah ah,” Zeke smirked, “Naughty boys don’t get fucked.”

Levi stared up at him in some shock at his lewd words, but his dick twitched in his pants. He swallowed thickly before grabbing Zeke’s arm, leaving their food behind at the table and dragging him to the bathroom.

As soon as they were alone in the two-stall bathroom, Levi slammed him into the wall and kissed him roughly, growling, “Make it quick. I prepped myself already.”

Zeke grinned obnoxiously, “Oh? So you were expecting to get my dick then? How desperate are you, Mr. Ackerman?”

Levi could feel himself blushing. He probably was a little desperate, he couldn’t help that. He’d prepped himself in anticipation that something like this might happen. Zeke was hot, that was true, though his personality was disgusting.

“Just shut up and stick it in me,” Levi snapped, dragged Zeke to a stall and locking the door behind him.

Usually, he wasn’t a fan of doing this type of thing in the dirty bathrooms, but he was willing to let that go just this once. He bent over the toilet, placing his hands on the top part of the toilet and sticking his ass out. He wasn’t about to give this man the luxury of foreplay, or a blow job. Those were things he’d have to earn, if they continued their sexual encounters in the future.

Zeke chuckled softly behind him before rocking his hard erection against Levi’s ass, hooking his fingers in Levi’s pants and tugging them down along with his boxers. Levi heard the man’s belt buckle being undone, and rubbed his ass back against the blonde’s rather large erection. It wasn’t as big as his ex’s, but Levi could tell it was big regardless, and excitement skipped through his chest when he felt the erection prodding at his hole.

“Tell me how badly you want it,” Zeke murmured, and Levi could feel himself getting impatient.

“Fuck, Zeke!” He growled, “Can’t you just put it in?”

“Not until you tell me,” Zeke laughed, “How badly do you want it?”

Levi clenched his fists, muttering a couple of swears before complying, “I… I want it bad, okay? Just give me it before I fucking walk out on you.”

“Something tells me you wouldn’t walk out,” Zeke said smugly, starting to push in with a long sigh, “Shit, so tight. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

Levi gasped at the feeling and held onto the toilet tightly, his knuckles turning white. It’d been so long since he’d been filled like this, and he was already eagerly pushing back against Zeke’s cock, a low moan escaping his mouth.

“That’s right,” Zeke cooed, “Such a little slut for it, aren’t you?”

“Don’t call me that,” Levi snarled, “Just fuck me, you asshole.”

Zeke didn’t give him much time to adjust to the feeling; he just started going to town on Levi’s ass, gripping his hips roughly and fucking into him over and over again at a harsh pace. Levi moaned and whimpered, the feeling driving him crazy. The man was pounding into his prostate with every thrust, and Levi knew he couldn’t last long if they continued like this. His erection was against his stomach, an angry red color and leaking pre-cum all over the place. Zeke was grunting behind him as he continued, smacking Levi’s ass and switching to short little strokes that had Levi gasping and groaning.

“You moan like a desperate whore,” Zeke growled, “Fuck, listen to you. Wanted it so badly, didn’t you?”

“Sh-Shut up,” Levi replied, not wanting to give up his dignity for the sake of Zeke’s ego, “Just- d-don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

Zeke was laughing at him again, a low chuckle that made Levi want to turn around and smack him across the face. But he stopped himself from commenting on it when Zeke hit him with a particularly good thrust, making him cry out.

“Shh, love,” Zeke placed his hand over Levi’s mouth, “We don’t wanna get kicked out, do we?”

His hand tasted salty, and Levi felt so grossed out and turned on all at the same time, trying to ignore the thought of the germs that were on the man’s hand as he was rammed into relentlessly. Levi reached down and started tugging at his erection, muffled moans hitting Zeke’s hand.

“God, you’re so sexy,” Zeke panted, “I’m getting so close. I bet you won’t be able to stop thinking about me when you’re filled with my cum, hmm?”

Levi whined and pushed back against him eagerly and letting out muffled cries into Zeke’s hand as he finally came, Zeke removing his hand and focusing on his own orgasm. He pounded away at Levi’s ass until he too came inside, breathing heavily.

“God,” Zeke groaned as he pulled out, “What do you think about that second date now?”

Levi rolled his eyes a little, but let out a sigh, “Fine.”

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“I just don’t understand why you’re forcing me to come with you,” Levi grumbled, tossing his suitcase in the back of Mikasa’s car and climbing into the passenger seat.

“Because, you haven’t been out of the house in weeks,” Mikasa explained, “And I want you to meet Eren’s family. It’s important to me.”

Levi sighed and shut the door, clicking his seatbelt and feeling the lurch of the car as Mikasa started to drive. His cousin was in high school, and had been with her boyfriend Eren for about two years now. Levi had met the boy; he wasn’t exactly Levi’s favorite, but Mikasa really liked him, probably even loved him, so he was happy for her. But now she wanted him to meet Eren’s family? He supposed it was the next step; Levi was someone important in her life and she wanted him to meet the family of someone else important to her.

“Okay, okay,” Levi frowned, “I’m just not really the ‘meet the family’ type of guy, you know?”

It was the holidays, and Levi was on break from college. He didn’t exactly want to spend his college break with some other family, but Mikasa had begged and begged him to come with her. And he supposed it was better if he came along anyways; that way he could keep his eye on his younger cousin and protect her.

“It’s okay,” Mikasa replied, “I know you’re not. Just be nice, that’s all I ask, okay?”

Levi took a deep breath, nodding hesitantly. He’d be nice as long as they were nice; that was the deal. The two of them drove up to a resort that was about an hour from the campus where Levi lived. The Jaegers had money, as the father was a doctor. The two pulled up to a huge cabin; it was very nice. Mikasa had explained to him that it was a three-bedroom cabin with a hot tub outside. It sounded pretty nice, Levi had to admit.

The two hopped out of the car and grabbed their suitcases, and Levi could see Eren excitedly staring out the window at them. The boy soon opened the front door and waved cheerfully at Mikasa, who waved back shyly at him with a smile on her face. He walked out into the snow, wearing nothing but his slides. He went down the stairs to greet them, taking Mikasa’s suitcase from her and hesitantly kissing her cheek. Levi eyed them cautiously, ready to smack the shit out of Eren if he did anything Mikasa didn’t like. Eren pulled away from her, smiling nervously at Levi as if he knew exactly what Levi would do to him if he fucked up.

“Hi Levi,” Eren greeted.

“Eren,” Levi replied quietly.

Mikasa and Levi followed Eren inside, where Levi noticed Eren’s mother sitting on the couch scrolling through her phone. She immediately got up upon noticing them, a large grin on her face. Eren had her same smile.

“Mikasa!” Eren’s mother exclaimed, hugging her tightly, “I’m so glad you decided to join us, honey!”

Mikasa hugged her back, “Hi Mom.”

Levi didn’t know when she’d started calling Eren’s mother ‘mom’, but he didn’t like it. That’s married people shit, he thought to himself in annoyance. His mom pulled away from Mikasa and beamed at Levi.

“Is this your cousin?” She asked, holding her hand out to Levi, “I’m Eren’s mom, Carla. It’s lovely to meet you.”

“I’m Levi,” he replied, “Nice to meet you too.”

A tall dark-haired man with a mustache and beard and glasses entered the room. Levi assumed this must be Eren’s father, the doctor. The man greeted Mikasa with a small hug before holding his hand out to Levi and introducing himself.

“I’m Grisha,” he shook Levi’s hand strongly.

“Levi,” he responded, eyes darting across the room to a blonde man who had entered.

He too had a mustache, beard, and glasses, but his hair was blonde. He was in swim trunks, and he had toned chest and arm muscles. Levi couldn’t help but stare, swallowing thickly. He was incredibly handsome, even though he was likely a Jaeger as well.

“This is my brother, Zeke,” Eren introduced, “He’s your age.”

Brother? Levi thought, Mikasa didn’t say anything about a brother. He eyed Mikasa for a second, who looked away sheepishly, before turning to Zeke and holding his hand out to him, “Nice to meet you, Zeke. I’m Levi.”

Zeke glanced down at his hand before he took it, shaking it, “I guess we’re roomies, then?”

Levi looked confused, “W-What?”

“Mikasa and Eren are sharing a room,” Zeke explained, “And there’s three bedrooms- mom and dad get one, and then we’re sharing the third.”

Levi was both annoyed and confused. He did not like the idea of Eren and Mikasa sharing a room, even if they had separate beds. It was just too easy for something to occur between the two of them. He also wasn’t a fan of sharing a room with a complete stranger, even if the stranger was attractive, and his age.

“Oh,” Levi responded simply, “Okay.”

He gave Mikasa a side glance that told her she was going to be in trouble with him later, and she avoided looking at him, knowing she’d fucked up. But Zeke took Levi by the arm and began leading him away.

“Here, I’ll show you the room, come on,” he insisted.

Levi wasn’t sure he liked this man. He was very persistent, and the way he was pulling Levi away right now… well, Levi just wasn’t a fan of it. He walked into the empty room with Zeke, thanking god that there were two single beds - one on either side of the room. He would not have been able to share a bed with this man.

“So, are you in college?” Zeke asked, plopping down on one of the beds.

“Yes,” Levi responded, “I go to Paradis University.”

“I go to Marley,” Zeke replied, “So I guess we’re rivals then, huh? We kicked your asses in football last week by the way.”

Levi shrugged, not responding. He didn’t go to football games, though he knew Marley was their rival university. He didn’t particularly care. He’d heard people from Marley were stuck up, and so far he was already thinking that Zeke might be just like everything he’d heard about Marleyans.

“Do you wanna go in the hot tub with me?” Zeke wondered, “I was about to go in when you and Mikasa got here.”

Levi supposed he could go for a relaxing sit in the hot tub, though he wasn’t very thrilled about going with Zeke. But he nodded anyways, setting his suitcase on the bed and opening it up. He searched through his bag for his swim trunks, which were at the bottom, and turned to Zeke, who was simply sitting on the bed watching him.

“Are you really going to stare at me while I change?” Levi couldn’t help but snap.

He couldn’t help it, the man was just creepy, staring at him like that. Zeke looked a little taken aback, but his smile didn’t falter. He simply got up and left the room, and Levi changed into his swim trunks in peace and privacy.

Levi opened the bedroom door once he was done, Zeke standing out in the hall leaning against the wall as he waited for him. Levi thought he was an odd man, but the two of them soon made it out the back door into the cold of winter, hurriedly getting into the hot tub to curb their shivers.

Levi sighed as he sat back in the warmth of the hot tub. He was so used to sitting scrunched over an uncomfortable desk in his dorm room, and his muscles hurt from his poor posture. Sitting in the hot tub was certainly helping.

But Zeke was sitting right next to him, which irked Levi, because they had the whole hot tub to themselves. The blonde man seemed to want to do everything in his power to irritate the hell out of Levi.

“Do you have to sit so close?” Levi grumbled.

“Well, why not?” Zeke teased, “Is it too gay for you if I sit next to you?”

Levi could feel himself blushing as he shook his head defensively, “No! I just need personal space.”

Zeke chuckled and scooted away a little, “You’re funny.”

“How so?” Levi asked, narrowing his eyes as he tried to relax now that Zeke had backed off a little.

“You’re just so easily irritated,” Zeke smiled, “It’s hilarious.”

Levi shot him a glare, reaching out and shoving him lightly by the arm, “I am not. Shut up.”

Zeke grinned and laughed, “See? I told you so!”

Levi shut his mouth, not wanting to give him anymore fuel to stoke the fire. Instead, he closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the hot tub and just enjoying the heated water. It felt so nice. That’s when there was a hand on his shoulder, and he squinted his eyes open to see Zeke sitting directly next to him again.

“You just can’t leave me alone, can you?” Levi asked.

“Look, I’m not trying to annoy you,” Zeke frowned, “I just think you’re cute, that’s all.”

“You’re not making things any better,” Levi said through gritted teeth, “And I’m not cute.”

Zeke sighed, “I’m sorry. I’m awful with this kind of thing.”

Levi just stared at him in confusion, “What kind of thing?”

Zeke reached a hand up to caress Levi’s cheek, and Levi resisted the urge to smack the man across the face for touching him. He supposed he’d already done enough by wiping the smile off Zeke’s expression.

“Can I kiss you?” Zeke asked, “You’re really handsome and… I don’t know how to flirt other than to be obnoxious.”

“I can fucking tell,” Levi rolled his eyes, allowing Zeke to gently run his fingers across Levi’s cheek.

He didn’t answer the question, pondering what he wanted. He thought the blonde was handsome, and wouldn’t mind kissing him, but at the same time, the thought of allowing some annoying bastard to touch him wasn’t exactly on Levi’s agenda.

“Fine,” Levi muttered finally, “But just one kiss.”

Zeke’s smile returned to his face as he leaned in and pressed his lips to Levi’s. Levi kissed back carefully, resting a hand on Zeke’s naked chest as they shared a short but sweet smooch. Zeke pulled away, looking satisfied with himself. He wrapped an arm around Levi and tugged him closer, much to Levi’s displeasure.

“I might be pushing it, but… can I kiss you again?” Zeke wondered, “Your lips are really soft.”

Levi could feel himself blushing, “I… I guess you can.”

Zeke leaned in and kissed him again. It was a little longer this time, and Levi had to admit he enjoyed it. Zeke’s lips were plump and full against his smaller, softer ones, and the intimate feeling of being kissed was nice. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been kissed; it’d been a while. The two shared a couple of kisses between them before Levi pulled away, his face completely red now.

Zeke was smirking, “See? Cute.”

“Shut your mouth,” Levi mumbled, gripping Zeke around the back of the neck and kissing him again.

Perhaps hanging out with Eren’s family wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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Levi was busy cooking dinner when Zeke came in from work. He was exhausted from a day at the pharmacy where he had to deal with rude customers and their bratty kids. In short, he was happy to be home. He walked over to his husband and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Hi honey,” he greeted Levi, “What are you making? It smells good.”

Levi returned a peck to his lips and stirred the liquid in the pot, “I’m making some vegetable soup. It’ll be ready in an hour I just have to let it sit.”

“Okay, what should we do while we wait?” Zeke asked, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Levi rolled his eyes and smacked his chest lightly, “Actually, I was hoping we could talk about something.”

Zeke frowned, “Is…. Is something wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Levi reassured him, putting the spoon down and turning to him, “I want to talk about having kids.”

Zeke sighed heavily. This conversation was not going to go down well. They’d tried to have this discussion multiple times before, and it had always ended badly. Zeke just didn’t want kids. His traumatic childhood coupled with his grim prospects about the circle of life just didn’t pair well with a desire for children.

“Levi, I don’t want to have an argument,” Zeke tried, “You know how this is going to go.”

Levi sucked in a deep breath, putting down the kitchen towel that was over his shoulder as he avoided Zeke’s gaze, “I just want kids, Zeke… you promised me you’d do anything to make me happy, didn’t you? Then why can’t we have kids?”

Zeke could already feel himself getting annoyed. How many times did they have to have this conversation before Levi finally got it? Sure, he wanted to make Levi happy, but there were just some things that Zeke couldn’t do, and having kids was one of those things.

“Because,” Zeke insisted, “They’re a waste of space, time, and money. Why would I want a bunch of little crotch goblins running around my house?”

Levi threw him a small glare, “Because they’re cute. And it’d help you work through your trauma with your father-”

“Don’t bring my father into this,” Zeke said with an exasperated sigh, “I’ll go to therapy for that shit if that’s what you really want, but I’m not having kids to try and fix my trauma.”

Levi’s face fell, looking disappointed before some anger passed over his face, “Zeke, please. You’ll love them, I promise. Plus, I’ll be the one taking care of them while you’re at work; you won’t even see them as much.”

“So when I get home from a hard day’s work I have to do a second job taking care of little brats then?” Zeke snapped, leaning against the counter with one hand, “Levi, we’re not having children. End of discussion.”

Levi pointed at him, “When we got married, you said you’d give me anything I wanted! So why won’t you let me have the one thing I want?”

Zeke rolled his eyes, “Stop with the ‘when we got married’ bullshit. There’s a lot of things I want that I can’t have, and I don’t pressure you about those things-”

“Oh yeah, like what?” Levi pressed, crossing his arms.

“Like… Like…” Zeke thought about it, “I don’t know, I just know that I wouldn’t guilt you into something you didn’t want.”

“You mean like the house I didn’t want?” Levi grumbled, “Or the ugly furniture I didn’t like but you insisted we had to have? There are plenty of things I gave up for you.”

“But furniture and a house are material things, Levi,” Zeke explained, “You’re talking about something living - not a toy or a new object. Kids are people, and… and what if we fuck them up? What if they end up like… like…”

“Like you?” Levi asked, reaching a hand out to comfort him, “Zeke, we’d be good parents. We wouldn’t let them go through the same things we went through-”

“Don’t fucking touch me right now,” Zeke backed away, “I would not be a good father.”

“What about Eren?” Levi tried, “Eren and Mikasa have two kids now, and Eren hasn’t messed them up at all! He’s a perfectly good father-”

“He’s not me, Levi,” Zeke retorted angrily, “Dad always treated Eren better than me anyways. He was nicer to him.”

Zeke just didn’t want to be having this conversation right now. It was always exhausting to talk to Levi about this type of thing. He knew Levi wanted children, and badly, but he just couldn’t give in to something this serious.

Levi looked thoroughly disappointed, finally breaking and shouting, “Well… Well maybe we shouldn’t have gotten married then!”

Zeke instantly growled back, “Maybe we shouldn’t have. Clearly it was a fucking mistake.”

The two of them were glaring at each other now, angry tears in Levi’s eyes as he finally broke the eye contact and went back to stirring the soup. He wiped his eyes on the back of his shirt sleeve, a loud sniffle coming from his mouth. Zeke sighed. He didn’t like making Levi cry, and he didn’t mean the words he’d just said. He was just upset, and sick of having this conversation over and over again.

“Baby,” Zeke took a step towards Levi, “Come on, don’t cry.”

“Just leave me alone,” Levi sniffed, “I’ll call you when dinner’s ready.”

Zeke frowned, sucking in a deep breath before he decided it was probably best to just listen to Levi. He walked out of the room, hearing a quiet sob from his husband as soon as he was out of sight. He knew he’d fucked up, but he just didn’t want kids. He couldn’t force himself into wanting them, no matter how much he tried. But a thought popped into his head, and he suddenly had an idea of how he could fix the situation.

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Zeke came back late from work the next evening with a small gift box in his hands. He checked the kitchen, but Levi wasn’t there. Last night, they’d eaten dinner in silence, and Zeke had slept on the couch. Zeke walked upstairs and into the bedroom where he assumed Levi was. He was right in his assumption, as Levi was curled up in the bed, the trash can next to the bed filled with used tissues. Levi was facing away from him, but Zeke could tell his husband had spent the day in bed depressed and upset. He felt slightly guilty, knowing he was the one who’d caused Levi to be this way.

“Levi? I’m home,” Zeke announced as he entered the bedroom.

“You’re late,” Levi sniffed, “There’s leftovers in the fridge. I didn’t make anything new.”

“That’s okay,” Zeke reassured him, walking over to the bed, “I… I got you something.”

Levi huffed in annoyance, “You think a gift is going to fix our fucked up marriage just like that?”

Zeke frowned, “No… I just was hoping to cheer you up.”

Levi shook his head, “I don’t need cheering up. Just return it, you shouldn’t be spending money on me. I’m probably not worth it anyways.”

Zeke sighed. Levi was always so dramatic when he was sad. He kneeled next to Levi’s bedside, placing the gift on the nightstand and reaching out a hand to caress Levi’s hair gently. Levi didn’t pull away, letting Zeke run his fingers through Levi’s dark locks.

“You know that’s not true, right?” Zeke murmured, “You’re worth every penny I spent. Now come on, open it.”

Levi sniffled and slowly turned around, his eyes red from crying as he grumbled, “Fine. But it better not be something expensive. We don’t have the budget to be spending money like that right now.”

“Don’t worry about the money,” Zeke insisted, “Just open it. And be careful, it’s fragile.”

Levi gave Zeke a confused look before sitting up and taking the box into his lap. It was a gift box that had a lid on it, and Levi slowly worked the lid open before taking it off. He peered into the box and gasped softly.

“Oh my god!” He exclaimed excitedly, reaching into the box and pulling out a little kitten, “It’s a baby kitty!”

Zeke smiled softly, leaning in to press a kiss to Levi’s cheek, “I thought… you know, since I don’t want kids right now, maybe this would be a good start for us.”

Levi was too busy petting the kitten to take in anything Zeke was saying, holding it to his face and planting small kisses on the cat’s little head, right between its ears. Zeke couldn’t help but grin as he watched them; it was entirely too precious.

“It’s a girl,” Zeke explained, “You can name her whatever you want.”

“She’s so cute,” Levi replied, a smile on his face now as he held the kitten carefully in his hands, “You really got me a kitten?”

Zeke chuckled and nodded, “Yes, baby. I thought you’d like to have someone to take care of when I’m out of the house.”

Levi giggled as the kitten pawed curiously at Levi’s face, her little paws padding at Levi’s nose gently. She was a black cat with big green eyes. He hugged the kitten carefully before setting her down on the bed and watching her explore her surroundings curiously.

“I love her,” Levi sighed happily, turning to Zeke, “Thank you.”

“Of course,” Zeke leaned in, sharing a brief kiss with Levi before their attention turned back to the kitten, “So what are you going to name her?”

“Hmm,” Levi thought, tapping his chin, “I think I’ll name her Soup.”

“Soup?” Zeke repeated with confusion, “Why ‘Soup’?”

“Because I was making soup when we had our argument,” Levi explained, “That’s her origin story.”

Zeke laughed at Levi’s words, pressing a kiss to Levi’s temple, “Soup it is, then.”

The two watched the little black kitten bounding around excitedly on the thick comforter of the bed. Zeke wasn’t much into the thought of having kids, but a kitten? He could stomach that, and he was smiling fondly at Soup as she hopped back into Levi’s lap, curling up there and closing her eyes sleepily.

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Zeke set down the cup of tea on the cold ground, legs criss-crossed as he sat on the dirt. Levi was sitting on a tree log in front of him, the two engaging in their usual stare-down. Levi wasn’t letting up. He would never give in and let Zeke win like that. Zeke finally looked away, and Levi could feel himself smirking with some victory.

“You didn’t win, you know,” Zeke muttered, “I just got bored.”

“Sure you did,” Levi grumbled.

This would be their final conversation together in the forest before Zeke would run off. Their last real meeting before Levi would end Zeke’s life. Levi sucked in a deep breath, watching Zeke twiddling his thumbs in boredom.

“So… what do you want to talk about?” Zeke asked.

“I don’t want to talk to you,” Levi muttered, “I’d rather be killing you.”

Zeke was silent for a moment, rolling his eyes and palming his shirt pocket. He pulled a cigarette pack out and plucked one out, lighting it with a pack of matches Levi had procured for him. It was the only nice thing he’d done for Zeke, other than not killing him right on the spot. But the man smoked like a chimney, and Levi hated the smell.

“You know killing me won’t bring him back right?” Zeke said as he puffed on the cigarette, letting the smoke rise into the air.

Levi stared at him with some surprise, not having expected those words to come out of his mouth. He could feel himself instantly getting angry, knowing exactly who Zeke was talking about when he said ‘him’. Erwin, Levi thought to himself, picturing the blonde-haired, blue-eyed commander in his mind.

“I know that,” Levi said through gritted teeth, “But it’ll avenge his death, and the deaths of many others. It’ll fulfill my promise to him.”

“Promises can be broken, Levi,” Zeke chuckled, “That man used you for years to get what he needed. Can’t you see that?”

Levi shot him a dangerous glare, “Shut your damn mouth about things you don’t know. I’ll kick your fucking ass for talking about Erwin that way.”

Zeke let out a short laugh, as if he didn’t believe Levi, “Hmph. You were in love with him, weren’t you?”

Levi could feel the blush rising on his cheeks, and he didn’t know how to respond to that; his mouth opening and closing in confusion. He’d never wanted to admit it, but he had always felt this deep warm feeling in his heart when he thought of Erwin. Deep down, he knew it was love. But who was Zeke to accuse him of such a thing?

“Shut the fuck up,” Levi growled.

“Just admit it, Levi,” Zeke smirked, “You were in love with that stupid, selfish commander, weren’t you?”

Levi pulled a knife out of his pocket, pointing it at Zeke, “Do you want to die right now?”

“I just want you to admit it,” Zeke shrugged, taking a long drag of the cigarette, “I want to hear you say it. Say that you love Erwin.”

Levi could feel anger coursing through him at Zeke’s words, and he gripped the knife harder in his hand, “I will never admit anything to you.”

Zeke glanced up at him with a smug look on his face, “Why not? Is it because I killed him? Is it because I caused your favorite little commander’s death?”

Levi lunged at Zeke, stabbing him over and over in his chest. Zeke was crying out in pain, but cackling at the same time, and Levi was sure now that the man was absolutely insane. Steam began emanating from the wounds, and Levi gave him a few more stabs before climbing off him and sitting back on the log, blood staining his uniform.

“Tch,” Levi grumbled, “You got me all dirty.”

Zeke was laying on the ground, breathing heavily and coughing up blood as his wounds healed. He sat up slowly, picking his cigarette off the ground and starting to smoke it again as he went and sat back in front of Levi. The two just sat there as if nothing had happened, Zeke smoking and Levi cleaning his knife on his cape, which was already covered in blood anyways.

But he was still thinking about Erwin, and how much he did love the man. He missed him so much that his heart ached, missed him so much that his stomach dropped whenever he thought about the blonde. He could feel his walls breaking down. Nobody had ever confronted him with this before, not even his friends, who had known for years about his feelings for Erwin. Levi was getting emotional, and he bit his lip so hard that blood poured from it. He couldn’t show these emotions in front of Zeke, his sworn enemy. But his emotional side was getting the better of him.

“I… I love him,” Levi whispered, finally admitting what Zeke had wanted him to.

Zeke’s eyes widened slightly, a satisfied grin crossing his lips, “I fucking knew it.”

Levi stared down at his hands, “You absolute fucking asshole. Do you even know what you took from me?”

Zeke shrugged, “You never told him, did you?”

Levi sniffed, shaking his head. His hands were trembling now, anger turned to sadness. He could picture Erwin’s handsome face in his mind. Why didn’t he just admit his feelings to the man when he was still alive?

“I’m sorry, Levi,” Zeke muttered, “I’m sorry you didn’t get the chance to tell him.”

Levi shot a glare in Zeke’s direction, “It’s your fucking fault!”

“I know,” Zeke laughed awkwardly, looking down at his lap solemnly, “I am sorry you didn’t get your chance with him. But that’s just how things are. War is war. Leaders die, Titans murder people. That’s life.”

Levi nodded, staring down at the ground again. Zeke wasn’t wrong, but Levi didn’t want to hear this right now. He was guilty and regretful, and wondering if Erwin had felt the same about him. He hoped so. Erwin had always given him longing looks. Did that mean he loved Levi too?

The shorter man could feel the tears pooling in his eyes, and quickly looked away from Zeke, not wanting him to see his tears. He hiccuped softly from trying to hold back sobs, and covered his eyes with his sleeve to soak up the wetness.

“Hey,” Zeke said, “Are you crying?”

“Fuck off,” Levi snapped, tears flowing freely now, “You stupid fucking monkey!”

There was shuffling noises, and there was an arm around him now. His immediate reaction was to jerk away from Zeke’s touch, but Zeke was holding him tightly now, rubbing his back soothingly. He loathed the man. But right now he was vulnerable and hurting, and having someone comfort him was certainly nice.

“It’ll be okay,” Zeke was whispering, “You’ll see him again someday.”

“Get the fuck off me,” Levi shoved him away after a brief moment of letting Zeke comfort him, pointing his finger in Zeke’s direction, “You stay the fuck away from me.”

Zeke fell backwards off the log and back onto the ground. He’d ashed his cigarette in the ground by this point, and was looking up at Levi with some surprise at Levi’s reaction. The two just stared at each other again, and Levi could barely see him through his tears at this point. He felt pathetic for crying, especially in front of this man.

“Just go sit back over there,” Levi sniffled, pointing to the ground across from him.

Zeke did as he was told, taking out another cigarette and holding it out to Levi. The smaller man had never smoked once in his life; he really didn’t like the smell. But he knew that cigarettes relaxed people, and that Zeke would constantly smoke them when he was stressed. So he took it, holding it in his mouth while Zeke leaned forward and lit it for him with a match. Levi sucked in a deep breath of smoke, the nicotine calming him a little. His tears dried up, and he was reduced to snivels at this point.

“Thanks,” Levi muttered, huffing the smoke out into the air.

“No problem,” Zeke replied, “I’m sorry you cried.”

“Let’s not talk about it,” Levi mumbled, feeling embarrassed, “Just forget it happened.”

Zeke nodded, “Agreed.”

Levi made a decision there and then. He was going to make Zeke cry now. He was determined, and thought back on what he knew about Zeke’s past. He remembered that Zeke had a horrible relationship with Grisha, his father, from reading the old man’s diaries, and knew exactly where to start.

“What about you?” Levi accused, “Didn’t your father love you? Or was he too busy with revolution to give a damn about your sorry ass?”

Zeke’s eyes widened, giving Levi a surprised look, “Stop. I know what you’re trying to do. Just don’t.”

“Eren was daddy’s favorite, huh?” Levi teased cruelly, “But poor Zeke couldn’t win his father’s love no matter what he did. Never good enough for him, were you, Zeke?”

Zeke adjusted his glasses, clearing his throat uncomfortably, “Shut up. Don’t talk to me about my father.”

“And then you turned them in,” Levi jeered, “Fucking piece of shit son you were. Sending your parents to die.”

“I… I…” Zeke sniffled, looking away from Levi, “You don’t know what he was like. He was relentless… always on my case. He put so much pressure on me to be this golden child that would bring about Eldian restoration.”

This is exactly what Levi had hoped for. That Zeke would feed him more information, get really into his feelings.

“And you didn’t deserve that, did you?” Levi murmured, “You were just a kid. They treated you horribly. You were emotionally abused, Zeke. I want you to tell me something. Tell me you’re good enough. Tell me you didn’t deserve to be abused.”

Zeke bit his lip, shaking his head and looking down at his lap solemnly. Levi could tell he had gotten to Zeke, and just needed to push a little further. He sighed, “You know what I think, Zeke? I think your father truly did love you. I think he’d be very proud of you, if he saw you today.”

“P-Proud?” Zeke muttered, looking up at Levi with hopeful, tear-filled eyes, “Do you think so?”

Levi knew he’d gotten to Zeke now, and he held back a grin, nodding a little at what Zeke had asked, “Yes. He’d be very proud of you, Zeke. Even more proud of you than he would be of Eren.”

Zeke pulled his glasses off, putting his thumb and index finger to his weeping eyes as he grumbled, “You… You bastard. You couldn’t just leave me alone, could you?”

“Of course not!” Levi growled, “You made me cry first!”

Zeke sniffled, a small sob shaking him, “My… My dad was awful to me. I always thought that I… I deserved that shit.”

“Listen, I don’t care,” Levi snarled, “I was just saying those things to make you cr-”

“Do you really think I didn’t deserve it?” Zeke asked, looking fragile and childlike all of a sudden.

Levi sighed heavily, “Look, Zeke. No child deserves emotional abuse. So no, you didn’t deserve it. Do you deserve suffering now that you’re older and a dick? Fuck yes.”

Zeke laughed softly, wiping his tears away, “I’m not surprised you’d say that.”

“Look, let’s just forget about this, and go back to not talking at all,” Levi suggested.

“I’m good with that,” Zeke shrugged.

And that was their final conversation before Zeke ran off. The next time they’d meet, Zeke would be tied to a thunder spear, and shortly after that, Levi would be slicing Zeke’s head off.

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Levi yawned as he turned over, smiling at the sleeping blonde next to him. He’d had a one-night stand with a man he’d met at the club, whose name was Zeke. He wasn’t used to taking strangers home, but the man had charmed him enough to do so. The man was mumbling in his sleep, and Levi leaned in, trying to listen to what he was saying. He was sure the two could laugh about whatever he was saying later on when he was await.

“…Mr. Ksaver…thank you,” Zeke mumbled in his sleep, “I’ll remember… even if I become… a Titan…”

Mr. Ksaver? Titan? Levi thought to himself, and suddenly he was brought back. He’d been having these memories for months, remembering his time in the Survey Corps. But he didn’t remember or recognize Zeke until this moment:

Levi struck his sword through Zeke’s legs over and over, listening to the shrieks of the man below him. He had the man tied to a thunder spear, the pin attached around his neck. If he moved too much, he’d blow them both up. Levi was in the middle of explaining to Zeke that if he moved, the device would be set off, when the man screamed out that name: “Mr. Ksaver!” And jerked his head back, pulling the pin.

There was a loud blast and a bright flash, and suddenly Levi felt immense pain coursing through him as he was thrown from the cart. He couldn’t see out of one eye, his ears ringing terribly from the loud sound. He was going in and out of consciousness… it was black, then he was staring up at the night sky. Then it was daytime, and Levi didn’t know how much time had passed. He closed his eyes and opened them again, a familiar face above him, holding him. Was that Hange…?

Levi came to suddenly, his eyes widening as he stared down at Zeke. This was the man who had ruined his life. His sworn enemy. The one who had killed Erwin, his true love. And he’d slept with this man.

Levi jumped out of bed as quickly as he could, the rapid movement waking the other man. Zeke sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes and staring at Levi with confusion, “What’s wrong? You remember last night, don’t you? I thought you said you were sober?”

“I… I…” Levi tried, but words couldn’t come out. He was shocked, and more than that, he was furious. But he couldn’t be mad at this man. What if Zeke didn’t remember him? Or worse, what if Zeke did remember him? Why would he sleep with Levi like that, trick him into that, if he remembered?

Zeke grabbed his glasses from the nightstand and put them on, adjusting them before glancing back over at Levi. A look of realization passed over his face as he saw just how Levi was looking at him.

“Oh no,” Zeke muttered, “You remember, don’t you?”

“You knew?!” Levi practically shouted, “You knew, and you just let me sleep with you?! You fucking psychopath!”

Zeke was getting up now, putting his pants on, as he knew he’d fucked up, “Listen, I didn’t… I wasn’t… Look, I’m sorry, okay? I just think you’re hot.”

Levi glared at him, “You piece of shit! If I was the last person on earth, you still shouldn’t sleep with me if I didn’t remember you! Fuck you!”

Zeke put his shirt back on, “Well, I guess I deserve that. I just knew that I’d never have a chance with you in our old lives, so when I was presented with the opportunity here… I just couldn’t help myself.”

Levi could only feel himself getting angrier, picking up a pillow and throwing it right at Zeke’s head, “Get out! You fucking pervert!”

Zeke ducked, the pillow missing his head by mere centimeters, “Hey! Chill out, okay? Can’t we just talk?”

“Not after I let you fuck me last night!” Levi growled, picking up another pillow and throwing it at Zeke, who caught it this time.

“Look, you certainly enjoyed yourself,” Zeke smirked, dropping the pillow back onto the bed, “You were begging for it. Don’t you remember?”

Levi could feel himself blushing. He cursed under his breath, knowing Zeke was right. But just because he’d enjoyed it didn’t mean he liked Zeke. Plus, Levi hadn’t even remembered Zeke - he thought the man was a stranger until a few minutes ago!

“That’s not fair!” Levi argued, “I didn’t know it was you!”

“Look, I don’t understand why you’re so upset,” Zeke frowned, “Especially when you’re the one who chopped off my head, in the end.”

Levi crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes, “Yeah, and I’ll fucking do it again in this life if you’re not fucking careful.”

Zeke looked a little fearful all of a sudden, and Levi was feeling smug about that. It was nice to know that he terrified the blonde in both the last life and this one. Zeke wasn’t the first person he’d met that he had memories about. He’d met Hange at work, and Erwin through Hange. Zeke was the third person he’d come across.

“I really am sorry,” Zeke rubbed his arm sheepishly, “I promise it wasn’t just about the sex. I wanted to… get to know you, you know? You were always so angry in our former life; you never let me past your walls.”

“Well guess what?” Levi snapped, “You’ve pissed me off in this life too, so get out of my damn apartment.”

Zeke sighed, pulling on his shoes and heading for the door, “Fine. I’ll see you around, Levi.”

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The next time Levi encountered Zeke was at the coffee shop under his apartment. He almost swore the man had shown up there looking for him, since it was so close to where he lived. Levi tried to ignore him, typing away at an email on his laptop as he sipped his tea.

But Zeke noticed him immediately, walking over with a smile as he greeted, “Hey, Levi. Can I sit with you?”

Levi didn’t bother looking up from his laptop, grumbling, “You really know how to push things, don’t you?”

“Come on,” Zeke pleaded, “Please? I just want to talk, Levi.”

Levi sighed heavily, “Sit down then. But I can’t promise I’m going to respond. I’m really busy right now.”

Zeke sat down across from him happily, sipping on his coffee and setting it down on the table, “So what do you do in this life? I’m at university right now - a chemistry student.”

Levi muttered, “Good for you. What do you want? A fucking trophy?”

He could see Zeke’s disappointed and annoyed look out of the corner of his eye, and it only made him all the more satisfied with himself. He continued typing away at the email, finishing it up and sending it on its way.

“No…” Zeke tried again, “I was just wondering what you do.”

“I work at a business firm,” Levi replied shortly, “Hange’s my boss.”

Zeke nodded, looking a little happier now that he’d gotten a response from Levi. He took another sip of coffee and set it back down. Levi didn’t understand why the man was so insistent on talking to him. He was just as stubborn in this life as the last, and Zeke was still just as annoying.

“So who else have you met that you remember?” Zeke inquired, fingers tapping on the table.

Levi finally closed his laptop, picking up his tea to take a sip, “Just Hange and Erwin.”

Zeke raised an eyebrow, “Oh? You met Erwin? Have you two… um…”

Zeke looked incredibly uncomfortable all of a sudden, shifting in his seat. Levi frowned, knowing what he was implying. Of course, he still had feelings for Erwin, but the blonde was a married man with two kids when he’d come across him. He hadn’t remembered Levi until after his second child was born.

“No,” Levi mumbled with some regret in his voice, “He’s married with kids.”

A look of relief passed over Zeke’s face, for some reason or another, “Oh good. I mean… I was just hoping you weren’t tied down. I… I was actually hoping… that we could go on a date, if you’d like.”

Levi gave Zeke a look of disbelief, “Are you fucking serious? What the hell makes you think I’d want to go on a date with you?”

Zeke was absolutely delusional to think Levi would go on a date with him, or even let this conversation go on for much longer. Levi had been about to cut him off when he’d suggested such a ridiculous thing.

“Because you liked me fucking you,” Zeke replied, “And I thought maybe you’d want to do it again sometime.”

“You’re a fucking idiot,” Levi muttered, starting to pack up his laptop and take the final sips of his tea, “I have no interest in ever letting you into my bed again.”

“Wait,” Zeke darted his arm out to stop Levi from getting up, “Don’t go… I… I’ve been lonely. Please don’t go.”

“The hell do you mean you’re lonely?” Levi snapped, “What happened to your family? Your brother, your friends?”

“I haven’t found anyone yet,” Zeke mumbled sheepishly, “I remember everything, but you’re the first person I’ve come across. I’m just lonely…”

Levi couldn’t believe himself. He was actually starting to feel pity for the stupid monkey man. He looked so sad, and he’d been so alone. Levi remembered what that was like. He had remembered a lot of stuff at first, but hadn’t met anyone until he starting working at Hange’s business firm. It had been quite a lonely existence up until then.

Zeke got up slowly, looking down at his shoes solemnly, “I won’t bother you anymore. I’m sorry.”

He went to leave, and Levi found himself calling out, “Wait!”

Zeke stopped in his tracks, turning around with a hopeful look, “Yeah?”

Levi grumbled in some annoyance before grabbing a napkin and taking out a pen from his pocket, scribbling onto the napkin and holding it out to Zeke, “Here’s my number.”

Zeke’s eyes widened, staring in some surprise at Levi, “You… wait, really?”

Levi shook the napkin in front of Zeke, “Yes, now come get it before I change my mind.”

Zeke grinned, taking the napkin, “Thanks, Levi. I promise I won’t make you regret it.”

“I already regret it,” Levi mumbled, but Zeke hadn’t heard him. He was already headed out of the coffee shop, looking giddy as ever as he put Levi’s number into his phone. Levi couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on his face from Zeke’s excited look. Why the hell was that stupid monkey getting to him like that?

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