Dangerous Territory

The Leak in the Attic

Levi woke up again with the sun finally in the sky and the storm pelting the window. His shoulders were chilled, and he tried to figure out where his clothes went.

Oh ... Oh, that was right. He and Eren...

He rolled over to look at Eren sleeping. Softly, Levi caressed his brown hair, a little stiff from the sweating earlier. He gazed at Eren's lips, recalling how they had wrapped around him, sucking awkwardly at first, and then voraciously. Such a dirty, busy mouth!

He really had wanted to take his time with Eren. Maybe in another time and place, he would have courted him properly, enjoying those preciously innocent moments of new exploration that had made dating Petra so memorable.

But that was not 1944, and it was not Nazi-controlled Metz. Time was a luxury, and any Place was fraught with dangers. The most they could hope for was to get in as many moments as they could, indulging in each other here in this room, so that when their time together ran out, they regretted nothing.

Eren slowly roused himself, feeling the gentleness of a hand in his hair. His eyes fluttered open, and he saw Levi silhouetted by the pale light coming through the rain-streaked window.

"Hallo," he whispered, not fully awake yet.

"Bonjour, petite marmotte."

Eren looked amused but confused. "What does that mean?"

"Never mind," he said with a gentle smile. "Did you get enough sleep?"

Eren slowly stretched, cracking one of his shoulders. "We slept in."

"We were busy."

Eren froze in the middle of the stretch. He felt warmth returning, and with it memories of passion. Suddenly, his face turned pink, and he looked aside to hide his bashfulness. He recalled all he had done in the middle of the night. Even he could hardly believe how he had acted.

The coyness slowly changed, his demure smile sank, and the blush went pallid.

"I'm so sorry."

Levi's fingers caressed over Eren's bare chest. "Why be sorry?"

"You wanted to go slow with me. You kept telling me to slow down, and then I ... t-to you..."

"Sucked my dick?" Levi asked, smirking at the stutter in his words.

"You didn't want it."

"Hell, I'm the one who told you how. Would I have done that if I didn't want it?"

Eren still looked grieved. "I've been pushing you this whole time."

Levi sighed, pitying that Eren was suddenly so worried. This was merely the emotional crash after the hormonal high. Countering that was easiest by showing him that high again.

Levi mounted on top of Eren with the speed of a man who was used to riding horses. Eren barely managed to hold back a cry of surprise. He looked up into those narrow, glaring eyes, and he cringed. Was Levi upset at him?

"Do you think you're intimidating?"

Eren was confused. Wasn't he angry? What was this about intimidation?

With whip-like speed, Levi grabbed Eren's wrists and pinned them above his head. He leaned over, eyes narrowed to slits, and whispered, "Do you really think you're stronger than me, brat? Do you think a child like you could push me into something I didn't want? Are you even strong enough to break free? Go ahead and try."

Eren gave no struggle. He could only stare up at him, enthralled, his heart racing.

"You're not pushing me into anything. I'm not a dog on your leash. I'm a stubborn mule. You may suggest a path, but I'm the one who decides if we go down it. Is that clear?"