Dangerous Territory

A Desperate Plan

It had to be a dream.

Eren knew that, somewhere in his mind, but that didn't matter to him.

It was a New York apartment. He wasn't sure how he knew that, he had no clue what apartments in America looked like, and this one was suspiciously similar to his hotel room, only there were sounds of cars and American jazz music playing in another room, so his mind decided it must be New York.

He and Levi were in a bed together, naked, the sheets under them smooth as satin. It was hazy, late afternoon with sunlight slanting in through curtained windows, lighting up Levi's naked body in orange and pink hues. Eren could touch him freely. He could love him freely. His hands explored up and down those toned limbs while their mouths hungrily devoured one another.

Then Eren raised up and hovered over Levi. Automatically, like this was something they had done a hundred times and already knew the moves, Levi rolled over and raised his ass eagerly. Eren ran his hand up Levi's arched back and caressed his tiny butt cheeks. Slowly, he spread them.

It went a little hazy here, but he somehow knew that he was entering Levi.

And now they were making love.

Their bodies slipped together so naturally, and he sank into Levi's warmth with soft, low, guttural moans of pleasure.

"Eren," Levi whispered, pushing his ass up toward him.

If this was what making love was like, no wonder people thought it was so wonderful. He glided slowly into Levi and listened to his wanton moans and soft French curses of ecstasy. His hands clutched at the bony hips, pulling himself in again and again, deeper and deeper.

All Eren wanted was to love this man.

To pleasure him

To spoil him.

Suddenly, the door burst open with a wood-splitting eruption.

"FBI, freeze!"

Eren leaped off the bed, but now he wasn't naked. He was in his Wehrmacht uniform. He was stunned and terrified at the thought of being caught by Americans looking like this. Worse, the men who rushed into the room with guns drawn wore Gestapo uniforms, but with American flags on the armbands.

"It's a Nazi! Shoot him!"

Eren turned to Levi, about to ask him to tell these FBI agents that he wasn't a Nazi. He wasn't! However, as he looked at the bed, he saw Levi with his hands tied up to the bars of the headboard, exactly how Grützmacher had tied him up to the bars in the dungeon, and his back was slick with blood from dozens of whip slashes.

"No..." Eren whispered in horror.

He realized that in his hand was a cat-o-nine-tails dripping with blood. He threw the whip away and screamed in terror. Just then, the FBI opened fire, and he felt bullets riddling his body.

* * *

Eren bolted up in bed still screaming. He was drenched, his sheets had tangled around him, and someone had grabbed his hand. He looked over sharply and saw Levi by the side of his bed, kneeling and flinching in pain, but the fear on his face outweighed the pain of having crawled out from under the bed as he heard Eren having a nightmare.

"It's just a dream," Levi whispered. "You were dreaming. It's okay."

Eren tried to calm himself, but suddenly there was pounding on the door that made his heart jolt all over again.

"Oberleutnant Jäger?"

American Gestapo! It wasn't a dream! "Nein, geh weg von mir. Geh weg!" No, get away from me. Go away!