Let's Play A Game (Eren x Levi)

~Chapter One~

"Okay, I'll go first. Let me just say... we don't really need to be here." Eren said casually

"We've been together three years."

"Four..." Levi mumbled.

"Three, four years," Eren said as he gestured with his hand and put on a fake smile.

"Okay, on a scale of one to ten, how happy are you as a couple?" The therapist asked.

"Eight," Levi said without hesitation, his face showing no emotion.

"Wait, ten being perfectly happy and one being totally miserable or..." Eren questioned.

"Just respond instinctively." The therapist sighed.

"Okay... ready?" Eren asked as he turned to Levi.

"Ready." He almost whispered as he kept his eyes forward and his face absolutely straight. Eren turned back to the therapist as Levi intertwined his fingers together, resting them on his lap with one leg over the other.

"Eight." Both Eren and Levi said at the same time.

"How often do you have sex?" The therapist asked.

"I don't understand the question," Levi replied dryly.

"Yeah, I'm lost. Is this a one to ten thing?" Eren questioned as he scrunched his brows together slightly.

"Like, is one very little or is one nothing because... technically speaking the zero would be nothing," Levi explained in his usual monotone voice.

"That's right, and if we don't know what one is... what's ten." Eren let out a short and fake laugh as he said the last part of his sentence, shrugging his shoulders slightly as he gestured with his hands.

"It's not a one to ten scenario, it's a basic question, how often do you have sex?" The therapist added, scribbling down in his notebook.

"..."

"..."

"How about this week?" The therapist said.

"Including the weekend?" Eren questioned.

"Sure." The therapist replied.

Eren and Levi both remained silent, Eren pretending to think as Levi just sat there with his head resting on one of his hands with his elbow on the arm of the chair.

"Describe how you first met." The therapist sighed for a second time.

"It was in Columbia..." Levi started to explain.

"Bogotá. three years ago." Eren said cutting in. Levi gritted his teeth slightly.

"Four..." Levi corrected for the second time. He felt himself become more frustrated by the minute.

"Right, three or four years ago," Eren said, straining to keep a smile on his face. Levi, however, was quite good at faking a smile.

***

~Three or Four Years Ago, Bogotá~

Eren was sat down at the bar located in the hotel he was staying in, The Mercure, with a glass of Whiskey on the Rocks in his hand. He was leant against the bar as the bartender refilled his glass soon after he'd finished it. A Glock 17 was tucked into the back of the waistband of his black jeans as his white buttoned-up shirt only just covered it.

Although he seemed as if he were on vacation, it was the exact opposite. He was currently working a job, or more like just finished one.

The people he works for have ordered him to take care of a guy called the Barracuda. Apparently, he's some big-time criminal mercenary, which means he's bad for business. The higher-ups don't like people who interfere with their work, so they sent Eren to clean up the mess.