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For the first time in his life, Eren was going to a club to let loose with his friends. Well, it wasn’t as if this was his first time because he’d been putting it off – tonight was his twenty-first birthday! He’d spent the last two years preparing for this moment too. Eren didn’t want to brag or anything (or maybe he did), but he could be the poster child for tall, dark, and handsome. Actually, no, he wasn’t a child anymore. He was a man! A big, tall, strong, masculine man with abs, and a man-bun, AND he had an appointment with a tattoo parlor next week to discuss getting a sleeve he’d been designing since he was sixteen! He hadn’t always been this way of course, and puberty worked wonders for him, meaning he was ready to show himself off to the world. And guess what?? He dared someone to come up to him in the club and challenge him. Eren wasn’t a mean person, but he also wasn’t afraid to throw hands if someone wanted to fight. He’d spent way too long in the gym pumping iron to allow his buff-ness to go to waste.
But seriously, who would dare, right? At six feet tall he was already terribly intimidating, and he’d been working on his glare too. Maybe making people cower in fear before him or run away with their tail between their legs would become his new hobby in life?
Yeah . . . yeah, that’s right!
Eren deserved all the respect in the world and he was finally going to get it to! His passion for art and music made him an easy target in high school, but if only they could see him now . . . God, he couldn’t wait for his high school reunion! He’d put all of those bullies and jocks in their place as soon as he walked in the building. They’d bow down to him - worship him even. He was Eren Yeager, and it was time everyone learn his name and put some respect on it too! Because if not –
“AHHHH what the fuck?!” Eren screamed, launching himself into the corner of the couch and grabbing a cushion for protection. “EWWW a cockroach!! Armin, kill it please!!”
“Two years in the gym and this is what you have to show for it?” Armin asked, picking a shoe up and squashing the bug into the carpet. “Unbelievable.”
Eren gagged, turning away from the scene and trying to breathe through his nose. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. Please get rid of it. I’m going to puke.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Armin said, heading into the kitchen to grab a paper towel. “Are you going to be alright tonight? Mikasa and I will be there but we can’t exactly babysit you the entire time.”
“Excuse me? What do you mean by ‘babysit me’? I’m afraid of cockroaches – sue me.”
“You’re afraid of everything,” Armin argued. “Bugs, snakes, heights, cotton balls, black cats, deep water, clowns –
“I’m not afraid of cotton balls anymore!” Eren yelled, angrily throwing the cushion back onto the couch once he’d subconsciously made sure Armin had placed the dead cockroach into the trashcan. “Actually, I was never afraid of them! I can’t help that they made my teeth hurt! At least I’m over it now! Superstitions aren’t fears either!”
“You know that in Japan, black cats are good luck.”
“Well, they aren’t here. What’s your point?”
Armin sighed, watching Eren pull out a pocket mirror he kept on his person in order to check his appearance. “I don’t have a point. Are you almost ready or do you need another hour to repeatedly put your hair in a bun and take it back out, put it back in, take it back out, put it – ”
“Armin, the messy bun is an art,” Eren corrected him, acquiescing to Armin’s request to leave. “And you know how seriously I take my art.”
“That’s true. Winning a four-year scholarship for drawing isn’t a joke.”
“See? I have talents.”
“I never said you weren’t talented,” Armin chuckled, ushering Eren out of the door so that he could properly lock it. “You’re super talented.”
“And super hot,” Eren added, beginning to dance towards the car. “Everyone’s gonna be like ‘ooh, what’s your name?’ And I’m gonna be like, ‘Sike boi, I don’t want your raggedy ass!’ and they’re gonna be like ‘But-’ and I’m gonna be like ‘BOOM!’ and knock them the fuck out.”
“Why are you already planning to fight?” Armin asked, laughing as he watched Eren’s one-man show.
“Because all those little twinks are gonna try to get a piece of me.”
“So? I mean, it’s your twenty-first birthday. Why not hook up with someone?”
Eren didn’t immediately answer, instead getting into the car and kicking his feet up on the dashboard like he usually did. Happy to chauffeur his best friend around on his birthday, Armin took the position behind the wheel. However, he waited patiently for an answer to a question he was pretty curious about.
“What??” Eren asked. “Dude, let’s go. We can’t let Mikasa get there first and be by herself.”
“Are you against hooking up with someone?”
“Um, no.”
“Then what’s your deal?”
Eren shrugged, crossing his arms and pursing his lips. “No one’s good enough for me.”
“Jeez,” Armin said, shaking his head as he turned on the headlights. “Seriously?”
“Yeah. Have you seen me lately?”
“You can’t be this cocky, Eren. Having a big ego isn’t attractive.”
“I don’t have a big ego. I have standards. There’s a difference. I’m not just going to fuck anyone who looks at me with googly eyes. I’m too good for that.”
Armin shook his head. “What are you going to do when you’re eventually railing someone and you see a roach? Scream like a bitch and run away?”
Eren paled, obviously having never given that very serious possibility any thought. “Oh shit . . .”
“Yeah. They’re gonna be like ‘Eren save me!’ and you’re gonna be like ‘ewww, what the fuck?! Kill it!’ and they’re gonna be like ‘but Eren, you’re so big and strong?’ and you’re not going to say anything else because by then you’ll be running down the street naked,” Armin said, making sure to mimic Eren’s tone from earlier.
“W-well . . . the only reason there was a bug in our house is because you didn’t clean it!”
“WHAT? You live there too!”
“And?? I was getting ready for tonight!”
“You’ve been getting ready since you woke up this morning! That’s unacceptable, Eren!”
“IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!?”
“. . .”
“And you didn’t even wish me a happy birthday,” Eren grumbled when Armin went silent.
Armin gasped, swerving in the lane as he glared at Eren. “I did too, liar!!”
“When??”
“This morning when I made you breakfast and refilled your stupid cup of apple juice like four times and washed the dishes and bought you a cake!”
“Oh yeah, I guess you did do all of that.”
“Please get a boyfriend so I don’t have to be your slave anymore,” Armin begged him.
“You’re not my slave,” Eren said. “I do things sometimes.”
“Mikasa cleans our house and cooks for us more than you do and she doesn’t even live with us.”
“That’s just because she’s trying to get me to fall for her charms.”
“No, it’s because she knows you’re lazy and that we’ll eventually live in squalor if she doesn’t come over once a week and clean up after us.”
“Okay, well if I get a boyfriend are you going to let him move in with us?” Eren asked. “So you don’t have to ‘be a slave’ as you put it, anymore?”
“See, I was kinda hoping that if you got a boyfriend you’d . . . ya know . . .”
Eren’s mouth dropped open at Armin’s insinuation. “That’s it. I’m bringing home a dude tonight and I’m fucking him in your bed.”
Armin rolled his eyes. “I was kidding.”
“Yeah right!”
“You know I love you.”
“Say it like you mean it then.”
“EREN I LOVE YOU!” Armin fake sobbed, this time making the brunette in the passenger seat roll his eyes. Instead of responding, Eren pulled down the visor and flipped the plastic lid up to give himself access to the mirror.
“Dude, it’s too late to change anything now,” Armin said, making a hard right into the club parking lot in an attempt to throw Eren around in the car. “We’re here. Let’s go in. Now. Mikasa’s waiting. I think I see her.”
“I know,” Eren said into the mirror, trying to decide whether to tuck a loose, wavy strand of hair behind his ear or leave it handing in front of his face. Hmm, would he go for a wild kind of look or did he want to look a little more polished? Decisions, decisions . . .
“Armin, quick! Behind the ear or in front of my face?”
“On the ground.”
“Very funny. Now, where’s my chap stick?”
“DUDE!”
“I’m coming!”
Refusing to wait any longer, Armin got out of the car and went around to the passenger’s side and opened Eren’s door. Grabbing him by the wrist, he hauled him out, ignoring Eren when he cried, “You made me stumble! I ALMOST scuffed my Doc’s! What would you have done if I’d scuffed my new $150 shoes?!”
“Let’s GOOOO!”
Eren continued putting on chap stick as they walked up to the entrance of the club, stopping when he could see Mikasa, Annie, and another blonde-haired girl he didn’t know approaching him from across the parking lot. While Armin very openly gushed about how pretty Mikasa looked, Eren couldn’t help but agree with him. It was rare to see the dark-haired woman in a dress and high-heels, and even rarer to see her legs.
“Wow, ‘Kas,” Eren said, whistling when she spun around in front of him (unexcitedly of course). “Lookin’ good.”
“I feel exposed,” she sighed, motioning to her right. “This is Historia. She’s in my Civil Procedure class . . . she also picked out the dress.”
“I had to dress up too,” Annie mumbled, awkwardly attempting to hide half of her body behind Mikasa.
“If you want to get in you can't look like a bum!” Historia said, almost sounding as though she was admonishing the two taller women. “Gosh! Anyways, you must be the birthday boy?”
Eren nodded. “Yup.”
“More like the child who wouldn’t let any of us go clubbing until he turned twenty-one,” Annie chuckled.
“Hey, watch it green dress,” Eren growled. “If Eren’s not there, it’s not worth it. Right Armin?”
“I meannnnnn –
“Armin.”
“I mean yes. If His Majesty isn’t with us, it’s not fun.”
Historia started giggling and Eren sighed, shooting Armin an annoyed look. “Whatever. Let’s just go before we spend the whole night talking out here. Ladies first.”
And so, the five sauntered into the club after presenting their ID’s to the bouncer. Eren nearly stepped on Mikasa’s heels when she stopped in front of him to gaze into the crowd of people dancing under flashing neon green, purple, and pink lights. Even the floor was lit up underneath their feet, cycling through the entire rainbow of colors as the music blared from all angles. It really was like entering another world . . . and Eren needed Mikasa to get out of his way ASAP.
“Move it, bitch! I wanna dance!”
“Hold on, we need to stay organized,” Mikasa said, looping her index finger through one of Eren’s belt loops. “Let’s not get –
“WHAT!?”
“LET’S NOT GET SEPARATED!” Mikasa screamed in Eren’s face, satisfied when he looked like he’d heard her. “I DON’T CARE IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT!”
“We need to watch each other’s drinks!” Historia reminded them, pointing to a bar. “I see a few creeps over there already!”
“Well let's go. I'm thirsty,” Annie stated dully.
“Sure!” Armin agreed, looking to his right to ask Eren what he wanted. “What are – what the hell?! EREN??”
Eren had already placed a modest distance between himself and his group, excitedly moving through the crowds and trying to take in everything at once. He was being bombarded from every angle – when someone would bump into him from behind, he’d bump into someone in front of him, and then stagger backwards and bump into someone else, who would in turn cause him to bump into someone else. Though most would find it highly annoying, it made Eren feel alive. Not only that, but he was already attracting the attention of a couple of males who had drinks in their hands and were watching him with curious eyes. Eren knew why, of course. He wasn’t exactly dressed to the nines because it was a club, but his muscle tee and tight black jeans left little to the imagination. Too bad neither of them were his type though. Eren wasn’t really sure if he had a type, so he spent some time gazing throughout the crowds checking everyone out. He could see over 90% of the clubgoers’ heads, making it easy to check those he found ugly off the list. As expected, no one did it for him. They were either too out of shape, looked like a silverback gorilla, or stared at him way too creepily.
When he started making his way back to the bar area, he could see his group sitting together, but they weren’t alone. There was an interloper present . . . and he was buying Armin a drink!
“Whoa!” Eren yelled, stomping over to the group with his fists balled at his sides. “What happened to not accepting drinks from strangers??”
Mikasa looked up at him from her drink, eyebrow raised in confusion. “Historia never said not to accept drinks. She just suggested we watch them.”
“Yeah, it’s okay!” Historia said, beaming up at Eren even though he had a scowl on his face. “And Jean is nice!”
“Jean??” Eren asked, looking down at the man who was sitting close – too close – to Armin. “Huh. They let horses in here?”
“What??” Jean asked, clearly taken aback by the uncalled for insult. “What’s your problem, bro? This your boyfriend or something??”
“No! I just want to know who you are!”
“I’m Jean! You deaf or what!?”
“The fuck?! I’ll fuck you up, bro!”
“Really?!” Jean yelled, coming to a stand so that he could aggressively size Eren up. “I don’t give a fuck, bro! I’ll dropkick you and your fucking ponytail bro, like, seriously, bro!”
“Bro, if you don’t –
“BROS!” Mikasa yelled, stepping in between them and shoving Eren backwards. At the same time, Armin grabbed Jean’s wrist and pulled him back down onto the bar stool, glaring at Eren with distrustful eyes.
“Eren, if you get us kicked out of here you can find your own ride home!” Armin threatened him. “I mean it!”
Eren honestly couldn’t believe it. This horseface just insinuated that he was deaf and literally tried to fight him and somehow he was the villain?! It was his birthday for God’s sakes! Besides, he was just trying to be cautious for Armin since it seemed as though the blonde had already had way too much drink and couldn’t make rational, logical decisions. Who accepted drinks from a guy who actually resembled a horse?! And to make matters worse, they were all taking Jean’s side, staring at him as though Eren was the one trying to ruin their night!
“Whatever,” Eren eventually grumbled, violently shrugging Mikasa’s arm off of himself and finding an empty spot at the bar to sit at. Somehow on his birthday he’d come to a club with his friends, only to end up sitting by himself. And had someone offered to buy him a drink?!
NO!!!
“Can I get you anything?” the bartender eventually asked, stopping in front of him and offering him a smile. Eren couldn’t help but feel offended. The bartender had seen the entire exchange and was now trying to talk to him out of pity. How insulting. Also how demeaning for the hottest guy in this entire club to buy his own drink?!
Pathetic!
Before Eren could tell him to fuck off and die though, he was interrupted by another voice – a voice he hadn’t been acquainted with yet.
“He’ll have a Negroni with foragers clogau.”
The bartender raised both brows before smiling mischievously and nodding. “Coming right up.”
Eren blinked slowly in confusion, turning to his right to face the stranger who’d offered to buy him a drink. As always, Eren started to size him up immediately, trying to quickly figure out how out of this guy’s league he was. However, the longer his gaze lingered on the handsome stranger, the more Eren began to think they were potentially evenly matched in terms of attractiveness. He definitely hadn’t seen this man in the club a few moments ago, so he had to have just walked in, and unlike himself, he was extremely well dressed. Instead of jeans and a t-shirt, he donned a full black suit, complete with a long trench coat and a pair of dark black fitted gloves covering both hands. Eren could make out what was most likely a Rolex peaking out from under the sleeve of his coat, and it made him burn with jealously. What rich dude visited a shitty club like this? Just to show off?? How pretentious . . .
“Who comes to a club and wears gloves?” Eren rudely asked, watching silver eyes narrow considerably in the face of his question. The man didn’t answer for a few seconds, almost acting as though he was taking the time to think it through.
“You’re right,” he eventually said, smoothly removing the gloves and placing them in an inner pocket of his coat. Eren’s eyes fell onto his hands, admiring the scars that ran along the backs of them. But then he looked a bit closer, this time making it totally obvious that he was staring, and quickly realized that those weren’t scars – they were veins. Long, thick, masculine looking veins that nearly sent Eren into a frenzy right there. They probably ran up the length of his arms . . . hmm, he must have worked out a lot.
Eren was a little more jealous now, though he hid it well.
“What’s a Negroni?” he eventually asked, glaring at the stranger out of the corner of his eye.
“It’s an Italian cocktail. You looked like you wanted someone to buy you a drink.”
Eren would ignore the rich, deep, timber of his voice, because if he acknowledged that too he wouldn’t be able to hide his feelings anymore.
“Oh . . . is it good?”
“You tell me.”
As if on cue, the bartender returned with his drink, sliding it towards him across the dark, granite bar top. Definitely not wanting to seem like an inexperienced drinker (which Eren was) he jerked the tiny, black straw out of the glass and lifted it to his lips. Without even testing it, he gulped it down, eyes widening as the liquid immediately shot back out of his throat and refilled the cup.
“The fuck is that?!” Eren growled, stuffing a napkin into his mouth in hopes that it would dull the taste. “Are you fucking serious?!”
Instead of answering, the stranger chuckled, pulling the cocktail away from him and swirling it around it the cup. To Eren’s surprise, he drank it, lightly slamming the now empty glass back onto the table.
“You just drank after me and you don’t even know me,” Eren complained after spitting the napkin out. “Creep. And if you’re going to buy me a drink, why can’t you buy me something good?!”
Seeing the empty glass, the bartender returned to them and asked if he could get them anything else. The other man nodded, this time ordering him a Mai Tai. Eren refused to say anything else to him until the drink came. It wasn’t as if he was actually considering giving this guy the time of day, but if he wanted free drinks he’d have to at least humor him. Thankfully, the Mai Tai looked a lot more appealing, and after carefully dipping his tongue into the brightly colored concoction, Eren happily drank it.
“Hmph! That’s much better,” Eren sneered.
“Of course it is. It’s a girl drink.”
“Excuse me? How does a drink belong to a girl?!”
“It’s fruity. Girls tend to like fruity stuff,” the stranger explained as though it were completely obvious.
Somehow, Eren was able to tell exactly what he was trying to do, so he shut him down immediately. Turning towards the strange man who’d invaded his bubble without any hesitation whatsoever, he made his position perfectly clear. “Fuck off, weirdo. I’m a top, and I’m not interested.”
“Oho, we’ve got a fighter.”
Eren had turned away, but the dark, sarcastic undertones in the man’s voice made him whip right back around. “Look –
But this time there were two men dressed in black and wearing dark sunglasses standing behind the man, and that’s when Eren knew something strange was going on. He wanted to lash out, but something inside of him told him not to do to this man what he’d just done to Jean . . .
“What’s your name, kid?”
“Eren, and I’m not a kid. I’m an adult, obviously!” Eren said, obnoxiously gesturing to the scenery around them. “So? Who are you?”
“Levi,” the man said, and as if he did it every day, offered him his hand. “It’s a pleasure.”
Eren shook it warily, still not appreciating the bodyguards that stood intimidatingly behind Levi. “. . . Anyways, I told you I’m a top and that I’m not interested.”
“You’re a bottom.”
The insistence in Levi’s tone immediately rubbed Eren the wrong way, and he angrily balled his fists and yelled, “No I’m fucking not! I’m –
The two men quickly approached him, stopping so close to him all Eren could smell was their cologne. Eren’s eyes drifted down to their hands, and both of the men had them placed in identical areas: the left hand was clearly visible, but the right one was mysteriously placed somewhere on their right hips, hidden beneath their coats . . .
“You said you were a bottom, right?” Levi asked again, nonchalantly, and with much less emotion than before.
“Uh . . . yeah . . .”
“I thought that was what you said – couldn’t be sure though.”
“Levi?” Eren asked, trying so hard to stand his ground but feeling unable to. “Are you part of the mafia?”
“Heh, something like that.”
“Sir!?” one of the men yelled, and Eren could imagine them staring at Levi in desperation, probably wanting him to keep quiet about whatever he was involved in.
Levi simply held a hand up and both men backed away from Eren and returned to their places behind him. Eren was so not impressed, although his eyes were once again subconsciously drawn to Levi’s hands. It was weird, because Levi wasn’t his type at all, yet Eren found himself curious as to what he may be hiding beneath the black suit and coat. And not even he could deny that Levi was attractive, what with his symmetrical face and sexy haircut.
Psh, but how did he look on any given day, huh? What happened when that undercut grew out? Eren bet he looked pretty stupid in between haircuts, unlike himself, whose flawless wavy locks became more beautiful the longer they grew. He couldn’t blame Levi for approaching him and wanting to get into his pants. However, Eren had never been in a situation where someone else wanted to top him. It was unfathomable. Flattering, but unfathomable and definitely impossible.
“I’m done here,” Levi eventually said, turning towards one of the men and demanding he bring the car around. “And that means you’re done here too.”
“Who? Me?” Eren asked, thinking Levi’s forwardness was optimistically hilarious. “But what if I want another drink?”
“I’ve got plenty of alcohol back at my place.”
“Don’t care. I’m not interested. Besides, I’d rather not get murdered by your goons on my twenty-first birthday.”
Levi looked curious all of sudden, and it made Eren raise a brow in suspicion. “So you’re not interested in birthday sex?”
“N-not with you?!” Eren cried, shrinking away from Levi when he jumped off of the barstool and offered him his hand.
“I think I can change your mind.”
“Why are you so interested in me anyways?” Eren asked. “I’m like, half a foot taller than you, buff, and not cute. I’ve never met you, but I don’t seem like your type.”
“Oh, on the contrary Eren, you’re exactly my type.”
Eren still looked distrustful, however he wasn’t screaming and running away, something Levi probably expected him to do. Actually, why wasn’t he? Why was he entertaining whatever Levi had on his mind? What was there to discuss? Eren wasn’t leaving the safety of this club with a random man he didn’t know to do God knows what.
“It isn’t often you stop by a club, murder its owner who’s been indebted to you for the past six months, and see a tall, fine piece of ass like yourself sitting alone at a bar,” Levi explained darkly, smirking when Eren’s eyes widened considerably. “You were just begging me to buy you a drink, you know."
Eren looked shocked, with fear and dread building behind his sea green eyes, and just when Levi felt like he had him in the bag, Eren just had to prolong their conversation in one of the brattiest ways possible. At this point, Levi was ready to put a gun to his back and force him out of the club. He wasn’t a patient man. The former owner of this club – or should he say, his club – had owed him a hefty sum of $500,000, most of which had been accrued through interest. After stopping by for the third time to request payment and being told to wait, Levi had finally had enough.
He usually wasn’t in the mood to fuck after killing someone execution style, but as soon as he’d laid eyes on Eren, everything changed. Without even thinking he made a beeline for the brunette, buying him a drink and laying on the charm much thicker than he usually did. Levi was used to people throwing themselves at him, but Eren was different. He was playing hard to get, and while Levi enjoyed a good challenge, he eventually grew tired of the back of the forth. Unfortunately for Eren, for every minute he prolonged this unnecessarily, Levi would add an extra ten minutes to their future . . . copulating.
“Hmm . . . what else do you like about me?” Eren asked, unknowingly causing Levi’s patience to wear thinner and thinner at a rapid rate.
“I like that you’re a smart kid,” Levi answered, emotionlessly. “You have high survival instincts, don’t you?”
When Eren didn’t respond and began to look nervous, Levi offered his hand again, satisfied when Eren took it.
“See? I knew you were a smart kid.”
Thus, Eren mentally waved his friends goodbye as he followed a murderer out of the club. Right at the entrance of the club a black Rolls-Royce with black tinted windows was already waiting for them, and Eren felt his heart race when Levi opened the door for him and invited him inside. However, his heart was racing for all of the wrong reasons. Instead of being scared Levi was going to kill him, he was getting nervous over the other things Levi was going to do to him. Even though the man acted like a perfect gentleman, Eren was sure this was all an act to disguise his true nature. He had a feeling he was going to get hogtied to a bed and fucked until he couldn’t walk, and a very small part of him was . . . excited.
Still, this was so unlike Eren! To be excited over potentially bottoming for a mafia boss was disturbing. Why wasn’t he fighting harder?? Why wasn’t he opening the door, jumping out into oncoming traffic, and screaming for help?! Why was he just letting Levi sit way too closely to him and why was he trying so hard to smell his cologne? And his hands – he couldn’t stop staring at Levi’s hands?!
“Hmm, you don’t have to be shy,” Levi told him, his deep voice amplified in the silence of the car. Eren couldn’t really hear him before since the club was so loud, but his voice was like velvet in his ears and sent chills of anticipation down his spine. His instincts refused to allow him to cower like a little bitch though, so Eren faced him head on. But before he could retaliate, Levi roughly grabbed his face and forced his head left and right. Eren felt his jaw aching from the force of Levi’s grip, though he didn’t dare react negatively to the treatment.
“Cute,” Levi asserted, after thoroughly examining both sides of his face.
“I’m not,” Eren argued, suddenly realizing that Levi had gotten closer and closer to him until he was pressed up against the door of the car. Fuck, Levi smelled good, and Eren didn’t even flinch when Levi grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted it, whistling lowly at the sight of his abs. Eren wanted to tell him to fuck off and refrain from undressing him in the car, but he didn’t. Against his better judgement, he allowed Levi to touch him, licking his lips nervously when he found himself being jerked onto Levi’s lap.
“Don’t!” Eren argued. “I’m heavy.”
Levi was unfazed, running one hand upwards along his bare back, and smoothing the other along his inner thigh. It wasn’t long before Eren could feel something hard poking his butt, and his cheeks reddened at the reality of what it was. However, the fact that he was sitting in a dude’s lap getting groped was an even harder reality to contend with. Levi was relentless too, cupping his crotch and causing a highly embarrassing moan to escape Eren’s throat. Almost immediately Eren covered his mouth, extremely surprised by the noise that he made. Was that . . . him?
“Sir, which penthouse will be appropriate?” the driver asked.
Eren had never been more grateful for the interruption.
Levi narrowed his eyes in careful thought while Eren practically had a panic attack in his lap. He wriggled around like a fish out of water, repeatedly asking to be let go, which wasn’t happening any time soon.
“Stop that,” Levi growled menacingly, and Eren made like a statue. “The one on fifth street should be fine.”
“Very good sir.”
Eren frowned, wondering if his friends were freaking out about not being able to find him. Actually . . . his phone hadn’t gone off once since he disappeared, so they probably weren’t even worried about him. After all that talk about not getting separated and staying safe, here he was, trapped on the lap of some guy who was going to rearrange his insides and they were none the wiser. Maybe this was all his fault . . . maybe he shouldn’t have been such a dick tonight . . .
“Are you going to kill me when you’re done with me?” Eren asked pathetically.
Levi looked at him as though he were crazy. “Do you think I’d kill a brat on his twenty-first birthday?”
“Oh, so you’re going to let me live?”
“That’s the plan, unless you do something I don’t like.”
“. . . What don’t you like?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
When Eren arrived at ‘The Penthouse’ which was the nicest house he’d ever seen in his entire life, he began wondering whether or not he’d make a good mafia bride. He also couldn’t believe he’d lived in this city his entire life and had never come across this random million dollar home. It was pretty secluded, but it was also so large he still didn’t understand how he’d missed it.
“Whoa,” Eren said, walking into a large living room with modest furniture, an entire wall made out of windows and a sliding glass door that led to an outdoor pool and jacuzzi. Levi definitely didn’t look too keen on letting him take a dip, although that didn’t mean he couldn’t stare at it and imagine going for a midnight swim.
“Go shower,” Levi demanded.
“But –
“Now.”
Eren did as he was told, wisely choosing not to argue with the older man. He wanted to take his time and freak out about the amazing shower and clawfoot tub, but Levi was getting more pissed off the more time passed. So Eren hurried, stripping down and jumping into shower like his life depended on it . . . and it basically did. Levi made it clear that he’d dispose of him if he acted in a way Levi didn’t approve of, and failing to follow orders was probably a surefire way to secure his own execution.
Meanwhile outside of the shower, Levi was growing increasingly impatient, gulping down bourbon straight from the bottle as he paced in the living room.
“Make sure Lorenzo’s body has been removed – all of it,” Levi ordered, earning a stern nod from one of his best men, Eld.
“Of course, sir. We can’t linger here for long though. I am sure someone will avenge his death. He is not new the loan business.”
“Could’ve fooled me – broke ass.”
“I agree.”
“Let ‘em,” Levi grunted, feeling a wave of dizziness overcome him all of a sudden. “I haven’t been in a good mood lately anyways. It’s fun to shed some blood every once in a while . . .”
Eld nodded again in his usual stern matter, but his eyes were wide and fearful behind his dark sunglasses. He said a brief prayer for Eren before Levi stood up and stomped towards his bedroom. Eld knew this was his time to get to the other end of the penthouse as quickly as possible . . .
Levi, on the other hand, wasn’t waiting on Eren any longer, and threw the bathroom door open so hard it crashed noisily into the wall. He could see the blurry silhouette of Eren behind the glass shower freeze before slowly resuming washing. After taking a particularly loud step into the bathroom, he watched Eren’s hand migrate down to the shower door, presumably to hold it shut.
Oh, but something like that wasn’t allowed, and so the loan shark strode across the bathroom and roughly jerked the shower door open, earning a scream from the brunette inside.
“AHHH! Why?!”
“How much longer?”
“I dunno! Five minutes??”
Satisfied with his answer, Levi allowed him to continue, eyes roaming predatorily over Eren’s figure. God, he was so his type. Levi typically went for taller, fitter men who looked like they were intimidating, but upon careful examination, usually weren’t. Eren fit that mold perfectly and came with extra assets that took him to the next level of attractiveness. Nicely muscled legs led up to a firm ass that proved Eren probably did five hundred squats a day. He had an admirable four pack, which would definitely evolve with a little more time and dedication. Despite being nicely toned and muscled, his overall physique was slim and lean, making him perfect for being thrown around and dominated. Soft looking, unblemished tawny skin was already the icing on the cake, but his long hair and piercing green eyes served to make Eren marriage material. Levi wasn’t getting married or a permanent partner any time soon, but if he had to, he would gladly allow Eren to take that place.
Perhaps he was getting a little too ahead of himself though. He hadn’t even had a taste of the brat just yet, so it was too early to draw conclusions. Although as Eren finished up his shower by tilting his head backwards into the stream of water to rinse out the shampoo, facilitating the process by using his fingers to comb through it, Levi decided he’d waited long enough.
Turning off the water, he grabbed Eren’s wrist and jerked him out of the shower, ignoring his shouts of protest. Eren was slipping and staggering on the tile floor behind him, barely able to match Levi’s pace as he was dragged into a surprisingly clean bedroom. As expected, Eren was given no time to enjoy it as he was viciously tossed onto the neatly made bed as if he were some hired prostitute. Levi couldn’t do a better job of displaying his lack of respect towards him. Gathering his bearings, Eren situated himself onto his back, snapping his legs shut when he saw Levi glaring at him as though he were a piece of meat. His breathing accelerated when Levi began to remove his coat, haphazardly dropping it to the floor. Something about the man’s aura and demeanor told Eren that he didn’t throw his clothes on the floor ever . . . tonight was probably different though . . .
“You are fucking in for it, brat,” Levi told him, his words both threatening and arousing. “I’m gonna make you sing . . .