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Tradition They Say	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: +. to F > Attack on Titan /Shingeki No Kyojin Views: 2611 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Attack on Titan nor profit from it. Hajime Isayama owns it.

Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
Author's note: I stayed up until nearly three o'clock in the morning to finish this, but I'm still not completely happy with it. This chapter turned out a lot harder to write than expected, so if it sucks, I'm sorry *grimaces*
Warnings: eh, some drama I suppose? And some references to rape and violence in the past
I hope you'll like it!
Chapter 7
The first couple of days following the Military Police's arrival went rather well – a fact which honestly surprised Levi. It was no secret that the Survey Corps and the Military Police were often at odds with each other, with the latter being of the opinion that the former didn't need the subsidies as it would just be a waste of money.
Either this group of six didn't share the same opinion or they actually did possess a shred of intelligence and had decided it would be wiser not to aggravate the Survey Corps, unless they wanted to end up in a titan's belly.
Not that anyone of their group would deliberately push those of the Military Police in a titan's mouth if possible, but accidents could happen.
So far, though, no problems or fights had popped up and Levi could only hope the rest of the visit would go smooth as well. The quicker they were gone, the quicker everything could turn back to normal, after all.
Erwin had briefed everyone as he'd said he would, explaining why the Military Police would be joining them for a week, assuring them that their schedules wouldn't change that much out of the ordinary. Once only Eren's friends had stayed back in the hall – most likely on Eren's insistence – Erwin had informed them Levi and Eren would take up their respective roles as Enquirer and Companion again for the duration of the stay of the Military Police. The brats were warned that they weren't allowed to blab around the actual truth and that it would be easier to avoid any talk about Levi's contract with Eren.
As the Military Police would mainly talk with Erwin and occasionally with Levi or Hange, there normally shouldn't be a risk of the others spilling the truth, but well, better safe than sorry in this case.
Ackerman hadn't looked particularly impressed when she'd heard Eren was back to behaving as Levi's Companion, but this time she hadn't tried to attack Levi, so the girl had at least made some progress.
As for Eren …
The boy honestly puzzled and baffled Levi – a state he did not find himself in very often.
After weeks of distant politeness, of following orders to a T but never more than that, he had done a complete one eighty and was now back to how he'd been before: arguing with Levi about the length of the showers – "Honestly, Captain, five minutes is more than enough when you've already taken a shower this morning!", "Shut the fuck up and keep scrubbing; I can practically still see the dust coating your head. What the hell were you even doing today? Using your hair to remove the dust?" – to squeaking like a chipmunk when he accidentally caught Levi naked after a shower, to following him around wherever he went and even preparing his favourite tea.
He was back to spending the night in Levi's quarters in his sleeping bag, grumbling every time Levi had to kick his legs to get him to wake up on time. He was there with Levi when the older man had to talk to the Military Police, not even flinching when Levi reached out to touch his shoulders and arms. Normally Levi wouldn't have bothered with the touches during discussions about tactics, but he was keenly aware of the gaze of one man in particular, which strayed to Eren far too many times for Levi's liking. A man who was getting on Levi's nerves and they still had four days left to go.
Jasper Mallory.
The one who had originally wanted to have Eren's contract. The one who had enjoyed the idea of torturing the boy, of pushing him to his limits, of assaulting him over and over again, just to figure out how much the shifter could take.
The man Levi wanted nothing more than to slice apart painfully slow, removing layer after layer of skin until the bastard would beg and plead to stop.
A guy he had to play nice with for as long as he stayed here, but who was really testing the limits of his patience with the way he kept fucking staring at Eren.
Levi had seen a lot during his time in the underground: he'd witnessed murders, heard women cry for help as they were raped, saw people turning on their own family and friends if that meant getting higher up the food chain. Had passed by people selling their bodies numerous times to the point he'd grown numb to it, had been witness to shady deals and a plethora of other things that showed just how rotten humanity could be.
Yet the hungry gleam in Jasper's cold dark eyes and they way he leered at Eren when he thought nobody was looking, sent shivers down Levi's spine.
Because Jasper wasn't that much different from the scum Levi had encountered in the underground. He was exactly the type of person who'd do anything to get his hands on the thing he wanted, no matter the stakes.
And he wanted Eren. Even months after Levi had snatched up the contract, Jasper apparently hadn't forgotten about Eren, hadn't settled for another soldier. If given the chance, the opportunity, Levi didn't doubt Jasper would try something.
If Levi had his way, Jasper would have been kicked out of their camp on the first day already, left to fend for himself. Erwin was the only one with that kind of power, however, so all Levi could do was keep Eren as close to him as possible and not give that son of a bitch any opportunity to be alone with him.
And if Jasper's leering had Levi touching Eren a lot more than usual, even pulling him on his lap – and ignoring Erwin's thoughtful glance – then that was nobody's business but Levi's.
And Eren's he supposed. He didn't want to make the boy uncomfortable with his touches and had actually expected him to tense up or flinch away, especially when Levi had pulled him on his lap on the second day of the visit, but he appeared to have understood the gravity of what was at stake here. Someone who didn't know him personally would think he was the perfect Companion even, with the way he relaxed in Levi's touches and even returned them, following Levi's orders eagerly and basically allowing the older man to do whatever he wanted.
The out of character submissiveness unsettled Levi, but it was apparently enough for the rest of the group, because they didn't bat an eye and basically treated Eren like he wasn't even there.
If only Jasper could do the same, then Levi would be far more at ease. As it was he could only count down the days until their departure and make sure Eren was never alone with the disgusting prick.
Someone – either the military pigs or crazy four-eyes – had the brilliant idea to throw a party two days later as a way to relax. Levi was inclined to think the stupid idea originated from the military police as there was a suspicious abundance of liquor available all of a sudden and that was not something Hange could arrange at such a short notice.
Not unless she brew the beer and whiskey herself and while she might try doing that, she wouldn't be able to do that in secret.
"It's not so bad to relax once in a while, Levi," Erwin chided him gently; a glass with amber coloured liquid in his right hand.
"Perhaps not, but that doesn't mean I need to get drunk in order to do that," Levi grunted and crossed his arms. "I'm not Commander Pixis."
The party was in full swing and he was observing the others from his place in the right corner of the hall. He'd never been fond of parties, whether they were high class or organised by soldiers themselves. Truthfully, he would have locked himself up in his room to avoid those blithering drunk idiots, but he couldn't do that this time. Not until Eren decided he had enough of the party anyway and judging by the way he was laughing and dancing with his friends, he wouldn't tire of this charade any time soon.
He couldn't begrudge the boy for wanting to have some fun tonight. God knew they had had precious little to celebrate these past months. If the Military Police – if Jasper – hadn't been here, he would have left the brat to his own devices. As it was, he needed to make sure Jasper wouldn't try anything so he was doomed to stay here until Eren was done partying.
"Who said anything about getting drunk?" Erwin asked mildly, swirling his drink slowly. "One drink wouldn't hurt."
"No, thanks," the dark haired man replied curtly, leaning back in the chair he'd commandeered for himself.
The other man shrugged. "Have it your way. Do try to enjoy the rest of the evening." With that he wandered off, smiling when Hange latched onto his arm and started dragging him away. Judging by the deep flush on her cheeks and how crooked her glasses were, Levi haggard a guess that she was enjoying the alcohol a bit too much.
Supporting his head on his left hand, he wondered whether Erwin was perhaps right and he should get at least one glass of whiskey; something to get through the night. Eren didn't look like he would want to retire any time soon and he might as well enjoy a drink. Given their line of work there was no guarantee when they could enjoy a stiff drink next.
"Fuck it," he muttered and pushed himself off the chair. One drink wouldn't hurt.
"You don't know what you're missing!" Hange waved her arm madly through the air even while she was dragged away by a mortified looking Moblit.
"I know exactly what I'm missing and I'm glad for that!" Levi sneered, plopping back down in his chair and straightening out his shirt. He should have expected Hange to come over to him at least once this evening, but that hadn't prepared him enough to deal with her in her drunken state. She had grown even more grabby than before; a feat which he honestly hadn't thought was possible and only Moblit's quick interference had assured she still had fully functioning hands.
This shit was exactly why he didn't want to be around drunk people: they had no concept of personal space, became either too affectionate or too violent, they reeked, and they made no sense whatsoever.
Seriously, how much fucking longer could this party last? And why the hell had Erwin even agreed to holding one?
Still grumbling about grabby drunks and parties from hell, he didn't notice Eren making his way over to him, until the boy suddenly dropped down on his lap, sliding one arm around his neck in a fluent move.
Barely resisting the instant reflex of shoving him off of him, Levi barked, "What the hell are you doing, Eren?"
Instead of cowering underneath the glare of silver grey eyes, Eren bent close to him, so close that Levi had no trouble smelling the beer on his breath, and he murmured, "Don't look, but Mallory's been staring at me for a while now."
"What?" Levi hissed, anger spiking up and his arms automatically lowered to rest around Eren's waist, his fingers digging into his hips. "Did he try anything?" he demanded, and started looking around, wanting to know where the fuck that bastard was now.
Calloused fingers gripped his chin and turned his head around so that he faced Eren again. It was only because Eren's bold move surprised him so much that he didn't slap his hand away.
"No, he didn't, not really anyway, but he might." Green grey eyes darkened a tad. "He seems to think my contract is up for negotiating."
"Did he say that to you?" He was starting to think that maybe he should pay Jasper a personal visit after all. Clearly that fucker didn't know that certain things in this castle were off limits.
Eren shrugged and pursed his lips slightly. "He implied it," he admitted begrudgingly.
Tensing up, Levi hissed, "That's it! I'm going to fucking ki- …"
"But I think I know a way that'll make him back off!" Eren said hurriedly.
Narrowing his eyes, studying the faint rose dusting the other's cheeks, Levi asked warily, "And what exactly do you have in mind?"
"Showing him who this Companion belongs to," Eren smirked.
Show him who Eren belonged to? What was he talking about?
Before the older man could say anything, lips covered his own and a hand slid through his hair, fingers gripping the strands firmly. Levi found himself returning the kiss before he could even decide whether this was a good idea or not, pulling the younger boy even closer to him. Somehow Eren managed to squirm around on his lap until his knees were resting on each side of Levi's hips without breaking the kiss.
Feeling Eren's hips pressed flush against his own produced an interesting sensation in his lower belly and an odd noise escaped him, muffled by Eren's mouth. When a tongue slipped past his lips, a part of him thought he should put a stop to this, because surely this was going a bit too far to show a creepy fucker that the boy was off limits, but his body refused to listen to him.
Instead of pushing Eren away, his hands came to rest low on his back, right above the waistband of his trousers, and he bit down softly on the plush lip against his own, causing Eren to yelp softly and pull back. He wasn't deterred by the sting for very long apparently because he grinned and swooped in for another kiss almost instantly; both his hands now slipping through black strands, fingertips touching the undercut curiously.
Shivers kept running down his spine, the fingers in his hair creating a strange but pleasurable sensation which had him clutching at Eren's back; their kiss turning impatient and way too intense for something that was supposed to just fool somebody else.
It felt good, though, a fact which surprised him, because he'd never been interested in kissing someone. Most people weren't really interested in mouth hygiene, which had been a major reason to put him off of wanting to kiss someone, but Eren at least seemed to understand the purpose of a toothbrush and toothpaste.
They had kissed before, of course, in an attempt to convince Zuschauer to leave them alone, but their kisses had been clumsy then, filled with unease and uncertainty. There was nothing left of that unease now, Eren's lips moving confidently against his, as if they had been doing this kind of thing on a regular basis.
"Ooooh, Eren's going to get some!" Blouse's obnoxious voice rang loudly next to them, startling the both of them badly.
Ripping his mouth away from Levi's, Eren barked, "What the fuck, Sasha, go bother someone else!"
"Nooo, I've got nobody else," she whined, swinging her – hopefully fucking empty – bottle wildly around as she shuffled closer. "C-Connie lost our drinking match!" A loud burp escaped her and Levi recoiled as far as possible when the stench of alcohol slammed into his face.
"Oh fuck, Sasha, how much did you drink?" Eren asked disgusted, echoing the older man's sentiment exactly.
As Blouse drunkenly tried to explain to Eren that really, it wasn't that much, just a little bit, only a little bit, like maybe five bottles, or no, it could have been more, maybe eight, Levi finally took stock of their position. The way Eren was practically straddling him in a manner that could only be considered indecent, his hands lying on the captain's shoulders now; his cheeks flushed dark and his mouth swollen red while his eyes sparked with fire.
How long had they been kissing? Long enough to make him feel like he still needed to catch his breath and he glanced past Eren's shoulder, searching for Jasper. He couldn't spot him immediately, but that didn't mean anything.
"Look, look, if you want to be alone with – with the captain, I understand!" Blouse whispered, but her loud voice destroyed any attempt at subtlety and she gave Eren an exaggerated wink. Placing a finger against her lips – and nearly shoving it straight in her left nostril – she snickered, "I won't say anything."
Suddenly feeling like a bucket of ice water had been dropped on him, Levi abruptly pushed Eren off his lap and the boy stumbled away with a startled yelp and a lot of flaying about, barely avoiding falling flat on his arse.
"Captain?"
"I'm going to sleep," Levi retorted curtly and strode away, feeling too warm and needing to get the hell out of this place now.
He'd feel guilty about leaving Eren behind, but the majority of those idiots were beyond drunk by now and were as harmless as a fly now. Eren could take care of himself now; the party was bound to finish up soon anyway. It had become obvious just now that the boy didn't need his help with that arsehole anyway.
Fuck, what had he been thinking? Sure, kissing to make Jasper back off, fine. Wasn't much difference with kissing to get Zuschauer off their backs. But they had come close to crossing several lines – dangerous lines – and if Blouse hadn't interrupted them, god knew what the fuck they would have ended up doing.
He'd lost himself in that kiss and that shouldn't have happened. The floor vibrated underneath his feet when he slammed the door to his office shut, but he paid it no mind, marching over to his private quarters. He'd become too distracted during their kiss; far too distracted given that Blouse had managed to sneak up to them whilst blithering drunk without him being aware of it.
He couldn't allow that to happen again. He still couldn't figure out why he'd let that kiss go on for so long – when surely only a few seconds would have been enough to show Jasper whose Companion Eren was. That thought left a bitter taste behind in his mouth and he paused in front of his bed, clenching his fists. Breathing harsher as anger steadily filled him, anger aimed at himself and the whole fucking situation he found himself in.
He could never forget that this all was only happening because Eren was technically his Companion. They didn't have a choice but to act like the contract demanded them to when outsiders were around and he shouldn't forget that.
Except he had. Just for a moment there he hadn't thought about the contract at all, hadn't thought of Eren as his Companion. He'd just been a guy he'd been kissing – not because they had to do it to deceive someone else, but because they had wanted to.
He'd forgotten the truth and that was dangerous, too dangerous. He'd taken on Eren's contract to protect him, not to take advantage of him. He'd do well to remember that before he crossed a line.
"Fucking contract," he muttered in disgust as he hastily changed into his sleepwear and dumped his clothes in the hamper. They reeked of alcohol and smoke and the stench of it became suddenly unbearable; his skin positively crawling now.
Impulsively he picked up the hamper and dumped it outside his bedroom, kicking it away forcefully. It skidded away in the dark and either hit the wall or his desk. He'd deal with it tomorrow.
Completely fed up with the entire evening, hell, even with his life at the moment if he had to be honest, he wanted nothing more than to climb into bed and just sleep, but he still had to brush his teeth and wash his face – not doing so would only end up making him feel even more frustrated, he knew.
Grinding his teeth, he whirled around and left the room, using the faint moonlight shining through the windows in the corridor to guide his way to the bathroom.
When he walked back to his quarters, he could no longer hear laughter or drunken yelling downstairs and surmised the party must have finally ended. Those arseholes better made sure the hall was in pristine condition again or he'd make their hangovers a living hell in the morning.
He felt rather than saw Eren first when he swung open the door to his bedroom and he halted abruptly, watching Eren turn around quickly. He was already dressed in his nightwear, Levi noted dully, and all his bravado of tonight had melted away, leaving him fidgeting and awkwardly in front of the older man.
"Eren," Levi said in a controlled voice and stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.
"The, er, the party ended," Eren told him, seemingly not knowing what to do with his hands as he kept wringing them together before letting them hang at his sides, crossing them behind his back before going back to wringing them. "We cleaned up – or well, the ones who were least drunk cleaned up anyway. I think Sasha might be lying passed out in the kitchen."
"That doesn't surprise me," Levi murmured and walked to his bed. "As long as she doesn't eat all our rations."
"She can't get to them. Armin locked the pantry," Eren said; a hint of amusement colouring his voice.
"Smart boy," the dark haired man mumbled and threw his sheets back. He knew there was a reason why he tolerated that blond kid. He might not be that skilled in the field as Ackerman, but his brains were nothing to sniff at.
When he laid down and pulled the sheets on top of him, Eren was still standing up, lingering near his sleeping bag. His body was mostly hidden in the shadows, but sometimes, whenever he shifted slightly, the moonlight caught his eyes, making them glow like a cat's.
"You're going to sleep or what?"
"Oh, er, yeah, of course, it's just …" Eren trailed off, clearly uncomfortable with whatever he wanted to say.
Considering the events of the evening, Levi wasn't so sure whether he wanted to hear what the younger man had to say, but he'd really like to go to sleep now and that wouldn't be happening as long as Eren stood there like an idiot.
"Spit it out," he sighed, no longer having the energy to be annoyed. Would Eren want to talk about the kiss? If so, what about it exactly? Had he felt uncomfortable?
"I just wanted to – wanted to apologise."
That had Levi sitting up again and he narrowed his eyes, confusion replacing the onset of guilt. "Apologise? For what? Did you break something whilst cleaning up?"
"No, of course not!" For a short moment, Eren looked offended as if the mere thought of him breaking something was insulting.
The sight of his annoyance oddly relaxed Levi somewhat, making him feel like they were on familiar ground again. "If not that, why apologise?"
"For, for the kiss."
And gone was the relaxed feeling.
Eren took the captain's silence as his reply it seemed, because he continued haltingly, "I know you didn't mean to let it get – well, I just want to say I'm sorry if, you know, I made you uncomfortable. With – with the kiss, I mean. I know how you feel about things like that and I didn't mean to - "
"Eren, it's fine," Levi sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. Of course the brat would feel the need to apologise as if he had been the one tiptoeing the line. That stupid line of thinking didn't surprise him, as much as it frustrated him.
"Are – are you sure? Because I'd understand if - "
"Eren, seriously, it's fine. It made Jasper back off, didn't it?"
"Y-yeah, it did." The brunette sounded off for some reason, more subdued, but Levi was too tired to examine the sudden shift in his mood.
"Then we accomplished what we wanted to do. Now go to sleep, we have an early day tomorrow," Levi said clipped, lying down again on his back.
"R-right." There was some shuffling and then the rustling of fabric and a zipper being opened before Eren's voice rang out in the dark, "Good night, sir."
Staring at the ceiling, knowing sleep would evade him for a long time if it ever would come, Levi said, "Yeah, good night, kid."
During the last couple of days of the Military Police's visit, Levi made it a point to keep Eren as close to him as possible, keeping a hand on his back or on his shoulder whenever Jasper was nearby. He and Eren kissed at times as well, though the kisses were kept chaste; the dark haired man all too aware of the line he was tiptoeing.
He would have put a stop to the kisses instantly, especially after what had happened at the party, but a dark part in him relished in the look of frustration and utter loathing which crossed Jasper's face every time he caught Levi and Eren together. The scene at the party had clearly ticked him off and only his clear display of frustration with the situation was saving him from a private meeting with Levi. Jasper seemed to have sensed the captain's hostility, though, because for all his foul looks and half hidden sneers, he steered clear of the both of them, obviously not wanting to risk Levi's ire even further.
Apparently even disgusting fucks like him had a lick of common sense.
Levi couldn't say he would miss that lot when the morning of their departure arrived. They had exchanged some interesting tactics, but their presence had been irritating to say the least and he left it up to Erwin and Mike to see them off.
He remained in his office, going over the plans for the new excursion which would take place over a month. They would go further out than they had ever done before and everything needed to be planned meticulously to minimize the losses. For one they needed a new shipment of extra blades in case they encountered titans they couldn't avoid.
He'd have to teach the brats some new flying techniques to reduce the amount of gas wasted as well, but as the noise of Blouse squealing after dropping something heavy in the courtyard and Braun's barking laughter in response drifted through the open window, he wondered whether it wouldn't just be easier to only take a select few of the group with them.
He wouldn't have to waste his energy teaching new techniques to hopeless dunderheads then.
A knock on the door had him looking up briefly from the map and he called out, "Yes, enter."
He had expected Erwin or even Hange to disturb him – the latter had been especially gleeful the last couple of days, grinning maniacally whenever she had caught Levi touching Eren – and was therefore a tad surprised to see Eren entering his office instead.
"The group left just now," Eren announced, coming to a halt in front of the desk. He clasped his hands behind his back and glanced at the map briefly.
"Good, hopefully we won't see them back for a long time," Levi muttered, studying the formation Erwin had drawn on the map with narrowed eyes.
When Eren hummed and remained in the room, Levi looked up again and raised an eyebrow. "Something else you need to say?"
Did Hange want to start her experiments again? He would have to be there then just in case, although the last couple of experiments had gone off without a hitch. She hadn't mentioned wanting to start the experiments anew, but she tended to be rather scatter-brained at times. The presence of the Military Police this past week hadn't made it easy to maintain their regular schedules either.
"I – wanted to discuss something with you, sir," Eren started, pursing his lips and looking quite uncomfortable.
Folding the map, Levi gestured for the kid to sit down and took a seat as well, realising this particular conversation would require all his attention. He'd never seen Eren this solemn before and it set him a bit on edge if he had to be honest.
"Sure, what do you want to discuss?"
"It's … My contract, I was wondering – why did you pick it, sir?"
Drawing his eyebrows together in bemusement, Levi replied, "I told you before: because I didn't want that bastard to get his hands on you. I wasn't about to let someone of my team get tortured for some sick fucker's pleasure."
Eren winced slightly, but sat up ramrod straight; his shoulders so tense it made Levi's twinge in sympathy. "So, it wasn't – that's the only reason, sir?"
"What other reason could I possibly have had?" Levi stared at him blankly, wondering warily where this conversation was heading. Why did Eren want to talk about his contract all of a sudden? Hadn't Levi been clear from the start why he'd taken it and what it would entail for the both of them?
Maybe Hange's experiments were messing more with Eren's head than they had anticipated.
The brunette flushed a dark red and looked away, his voice barely above a whisper when he answered, "I just thought that, you know …"
"I know what?"
"That you might, er, that you might be interested in me?" Green grey eyes flicked up at him before they hastily looked down, his cheeks reddening even more.
"That's not why I picked up your contract," Levi said forcefully, his stomach doing an odd, unpleasant twist, and he braced his hands against the desk. Fuck, he should have known the kid would grow confused with all the kissing and touching they'd been doing. He should have put a stop to those things from the start instead of allowing them to go on.
"Oh, it's just that – I wouldn't mind, you know," Eren said in a small voice, but when he looked up there was a sliver of hope lightening up his eyes.
"Eren, stop," Levi ordered, his heart thudding louder in his ears. This conversation needed to end now before they would encroach dangerous territory again.
"If – if you don't feel the same, that's fine, but I – I thought you might and Miss Hange said I should get everything out in the open,"
Fuck that blasted woman to hell and back for putting her nose where it didn't belong.
"So I want you to know, sir, that I really like you and if you - "
"Stop, Eren, now!" Levi barked and his harsh order was enough to shock the boy into startled silence. "You don't like me. You're just confused because we had to act close due to the contract, that's all."
"That's not true!" Eren snapped, shyness and embarrassment quickly making way for anger. "I'm not confused because of the stupid contract! I've liked you for a really long time, captain, and I'd like to - "
"You're just a kid, Eren! You're too young," Levi said harshly, glaring at the other one. "You don't have any clue what you're - "
"I know what I'm feeling! I'm nearly sixteen, I'm not a kid anymore!" Eren snarled, his eyes sparking with frustrated anger. Balling his fists, he snapped, "I've trained to defeat Titans and now you're going to tell me I'm not old enough yet to lo-"
"Yes, you're not old enough yet," Levi cut him off coldly. "You're not sixteen yet, I'm almost thirty-one. I'm your superior and in case you've forgotten this small detail, I'm also the one appointed to kill you if you ever step out of line."
"I know, I haven't forgotten that," Eren said through gritted teeth, looking close to lashing out. "But that doesn't mean we can't be - "
"No. This is final, Eren, I don't want to hear another word about this," Levi said curtly. "You think you like me, but you're confusing gratitude with affection. If it were not for the contract, you wouldn't think you have feelings for me."
"Stop assuming you know how I feel!" Eren bared his teeth, looking as close to lived as he'd ever been in Levi's presence as he jumped up and loomed over the desk. "I know what the hell I'm feeling for you and it's not misplaced gratitude or whatever crap you come up with! I've liked you before you even picked up that fucking contract and that hasn't changed since then! All I ask is that you give us - "
"No."
"But!"
"No, Eren! I'm not going to say it again! Get out of my office now, I have work to do." He held Eren's eyes as the younger man trembled with barely restrained fury, saw anger and frustration and hurt brewing in those eyes before he whirled around and stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.
The silence in the room was deafening and Levi closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, and – ignoring the way his stomach churned and twisted – opened the map again, fixating his eyes on the formation in the middle of it.
He stared at it, but didn't see it; his mind a maelstrom of thoughts, each one flitting by too quickly to really contemplate.
Fuck the contract. Fuck this situation. Fuck everything.
Just … fuck.
AN2: On a scale of one to ten, how frustrated are all of you now with Levi? :P
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I hope to see you all back in the next - and most likely last - chapter!
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