Last night, I was under too much pressure to go home, so I slept on his couch to help him if needed. He must have fallen asleep quickly even though he vomited twice. But I stayed awake for a good part of the night, staring at his ceiling. It was only sleep that almost knocked me out after a few hours.

I was so tired that I didn't hear him wake up. When I finally opened my eyes, he was in his kitchen making tea. He looked up at me and didn't say anything about me sleeping at his place. I must have looked like a corpse; my nights have been difficult since I broke up with Jean. But this time... I just wanted to stay wrapped in that blanket forever. My hair was a mess and the daylight hurt my eyes. I got up to go to the bathroom while he opened his window.

When I came back, I saw a second cup next to him that must have been for me. I leaned on the windowsill and watched the sunrise.

"Thanks," I said, taking a sip.

He just nodded and sighed. I didn't really know what to say to him, to be honest. Yesterday, he was in a terrible state, and I know he doesn't want to talk about it.

So, we just drank our tea in a clear silence, but it was a mutual agreement. And even when we finished our tea, we stayed watching the sky for a while.

I glanced at him discreetly, he remained seated, tapping his empty cup with his fingers. His hair floated slightly above his forehead and his shaved neck. I was staring at it when he turned to look at me.

I was caught. I was about to say something when my phone rang. Saved by the bell!

I walked away innocently to answer:

"Hello?

- Eren, so? I haven't heard from you, "Hange said on the other end of the line.

- Oh, um... Yes, everything's fine! Don't worry.

- Are you sure?

- Yes, I'll explain later. We're seeing each other today anyway.

- Okay... Are you alright? Your voice sounds weird.

- What? No... I...

Levi closed the window and walked past me, brushing against me to lock himself in his office.

- You know what? I'm going to the agency, Levi doesn't need me anymore."

I am an idiot. I am an idiot and I am weak. I am an idiot, I am weak, and I am desperate. The end.

How did I get here? Falling for my employer? For L.A.? For Levi!? That... cold, unemotional carcass!

...

For Levi?!!

I can't believe it. I don't recognize myself, I... He is the exact opposite of the kind of man I like. I would have been less surprised to be attracted to a girl than to him! And yet... I reek of being gay, not to mock myself.

No, I think it's just a phase. Being single is weird for me, so my mind fixates on the only man I regularly interact with. Except... that excuse doesn't work either.

So, what do I do? Because at some point, it's going to become obvious. Oh, no. Maybe he has already noticed?

Or maybe I should ask to be transferred... Hm, it would be cowardly to abandon Levi in this state and... Ugh! Can you hear me? I don't recognize myself anymore! This guy, he's... He's...

I keep tossing and turning in my bed. I need to find a solution. Meeting someone else would do me a world of good to clear my mind. Especially since I know my ex is seeing someone else.

How do you find someone? Do you have to go clubbing? Or... to a bar? What if I took Armin with me so I wouldn't be alone? I'm scared of clubs. Imagine if someone hit on me!

That's the whole point, Eren! No, I'm not doing well. I need to sleep. Tomorrow is a new day and everything will be fine in the best of all possible worlds.

I didn't feel any better today. I worked all morning and didn't get any news from Levi. He... No, forget it.

Hange suggested we have lunch together. We talked, but I still can't get any information out of her about the novelist.It was only around 6 p.m. that I received a text from him, asking me to come over. I had forgotten it was laundry day, although I suppose he must have done it.

I left Rosemaria quickly, forgetting that I was supposed to call my father to ask how he was doing.

Empty living room, locked office, that's how I was greeted. I sighed and went to the laundry room to see that the dryer had finished running. I took a basket and emptied it to put the clothes away in his dressing room.

I stopped for a few seconds to see if I could hear anything in the office. Nothing, so I continued on my way. It's already been several weeks since I've been working for him, so I'm starting to get used to my tasks. I placed the basket on a small piece of furniture and started folding the clothes.

I heard the office door open and footsteps in the hallway. The bedroom door also opened, and Levi appeared.

"You're finally here! Do you know I had to do the laundry?

- Yes, I'm sorry. But I had work at Rosemaria. But it's okay, it didn't kill you.

He frowned and took the shirt I was holding.

- Since you've been here, my shirts look terrible. Go back to kindergarten to learn how to fold without wrinkling.

- Um, it's not my job to fold your clothes, sir.

He stood up and threw the shirt into my hands.

- I'll show you. It's not complicated, kid."

He took another one and let it slide between his hands. His slender fingers touched the fabric delicately and carefully folded each angle. I wasn't paying attention to his movements but to his attitude. Orderliness and cleanliness seem to be things he particularly appreciates, given his serious and focused look.

His hands didn't even tremble. When he finished, he turned to me, and I snapped out of my daydream. I'm in trouble; I didn't catch any of what he just did. I fumbled a few movements with my hands before sighing.

"Um, I'm sorry. Could you do it again?

- Go ask your mother, I have other things to do.

He took the shirt from my hands to fold it himself. I stupidly stood up to leave the room, but a hand blocked the door. I turned around, and the novelist was facing me, much too close.

- You could be more discreet when you watch me out, "he said with a mischievous look". Otherwise, it will backfire on you."

He finished his last words close to my ear. I shivered slightly and looked away, embarrassed. He chuckled and opened the door to leave. This guy is just going to drive me crazy. This is just not fun at all. I grumbled to myself in the room, refusing to leave right away. So, I finished folding the rest of his clothes. It was getting late, and I was hungry.

I reluctantly left the room and found Levi heating a dish of pasta when I exited the hallway. He saw me, turned around, and took a sip from his glass. I noticed two plates on the table.

I glanced at my shoulder bag, thinking it was now too late to leave. He put the dish under a cloth and stared at me intently. His expressionless gaze was not an invitation for me, but well...

I was just terribly embarrassed and ashamed. He must have been really amused by my reactions. I've always thought I had a face that was too expressive.

As I sat down, he almost brusquely placed a can of beer in front of my nose.

"Here, you're as tense as can be. What's wrong with you?

- Oh, nothing, "I said, glaring at him". You almost just...

- Almost what?"

I took the dish while keeping an eye on him and mechanically served myself some pasta. He took the dish from me and almost brushed my hand. I remained expressionless and took a sip from my can. My gaze alternated between my plate and him. He ate quite slowly, pretending to slide the fork between his lips. Maybe he always did that, I don't know. But he had this glint in his eyes when he looked at me... that I could only resign myself to thinking was coincidental.

I'm just going to explode, I think. He has an idea in mind, and my movements are becoming more and more unnatural. Focus, Eren!

I swallowed slightly. My throat was almost blocked, and I was hot. I tugged slightly at my t-shirt, which didn't escape his notice. The room and the atmosphere were just heavy, and the silence was oppressive.

The few remaining pasta on my plate no longer appealed to me. I looked up at Levi, who was tapping his fingers on the table. His leg was twitching slightly.

I opened my mouth to say something but felt myself suddenly pulled out of my chair and slammed against the wall.

Levi slowly stuck his hands to the wall on either side of my head and pressed his face to mine. Our noses were almost brushing. I pursed my lips as if trying to dodge it except I didn't want to. I had almost never seen him this close and it would be a lie not to say that his skin is perfect.
Her silver irises wrinkled and my mind immediately faltered. I swallowed my saliva with difficulty. He replied:

"How long are you going to stare at me?

- What?

- Are you a horny teenager or something?

- You stink of alcohol," I retorted.

- You too.

- Cool."

I held his face in my hands and brought our lips together for the second time. He responded with the same eagerness, pressing my cheeks with his cold hands.
At first, I thought this kiss was going to be a little cleaner than the first, but the desire for contact made us do anything. Our teeth stumbled several times between each kiss exchanged but that didn't stop us.

He pressed my lower back against him as I rolled my hips. My erection, already half hard, butted against his and the sensation electrified me. I bit back a moan. His other hand slipped into my neck to intensify our kisses. I smelled its scent so particular and so attractive to me. My ideas immediately became more lustful and needy.

His tongue brushed mine. At first, they uncovered each other, then the caresses became wilder. I tilted the scale, pushing it against the counter. I slid my lips to his neck which he bent slightly, as if to invite me.

I kissed her fair skin before sucking lightly. I was no longer in control of my actions, I simply let myself be guided by my primary instincts which he easily made primitive. He let out a little sigh of contentment which made me blush. His almost broken voice had too much of an effect on me. I was terribly hot, I arched my back slightly as I felt my buttocks being rubbed.

My breathing was starting to really quicken. His hand went up between my t-shirt and my back to caress it. When he noticed that I had stopped what I was doing, too absorbed in his movements. He turned us around to change places and without warning me, he lifted my thigh against his hip.
I moaned against my will as he started kissing me again. I put my arms on his shoulders to deepen our kisses as much as possible. I felt our two hardnesses rubbing against each other. He pressed on it needily, as if we weren't fully dressed, and our movements became insistent.

I desperately wanted more, and I felt that he did too. He had started to pull up my top to reveal my stomach and the beginnings of my tanned torso. My hand was lost in his hair and the back of his neck. He moved away from my lips and whispered:

"Don't you want to continue this shit elsewhere?"

He suddenly opened the door to his room without letting go and made me fall onto his bed. I saw his piercing gaze sideways and I never thought I would see this kind of sparkle in the dark guy's eyes. He climbed onto the sheets, taking off his t-shirt. His magnificent torso appeared, thin and muscular and I salivated at the sight. He was skinny but his shoulders were protruding and his fitted waist piqued my interest in pretty things...

I was stunned to discover a tattoo below his right shoulder, a slightly pink flower accompanied by a dagger. A little too poetic for such a rustic person.
All this beautiful drawing seemed to hide a scar. A bullet hole...

I didn't have time to elaborate on it any further before he leaned towards me with a petty look and passed his tongue between his lips. He lifted my shirt slightly as it melted onto my lips. He was in an impatient mood. I was just as much since I caught a glimpse of the imposing bulge distorting his pants.
His cold hand slowly moved up to brush my burning skin. I wanted to feel it absolutely everywhere, for it to pass through every part of my body. His kisses were so wonderfully sensual that I lost myself in them.

After pulling my shirt up enough to his liking, he moved his hand down to unzip my pants.
He went back up to see his movements better and lifted my pelvis to make me take off my pants. Everything happened so quickly that I couldn't yet realize what was happening to me. It had been a few years since anyone else had seen me naked besides Jean.

I watched stupidly as Levi led the dance and just squinted at every bit of his body I could see. He had the simple appearance of a panther sneaking up on me. And knew how to make me forget each of his gestures because the ones after were so exquisite. His tongue wandering over my chest made me languish with impatience. I pressed my mouth against the back of my hand.

Then I came to when his hand rubbed my crotch for a few moments to tease me. I groaned and wanted to protest.
But Levi pushed my chest sharply against the mattress and I missed a rattle of surprise. He knew how to have strength when he wanted it. It made my mouth water more and more.

"You stay still and learn to appreciate, "he whispered in my ear while he kneaded my left buttock.

He turned to me suddenly. I found myself face to face with a cushion, my mind on fire and feeling Levi gradually removing my boxers.

His hand was still pressing against my back to hold me back but I felt him lean down to kiss my skin.
He followed the path down my spine and I struggled only weakly, feeling my stomach hollow and the friction of my cock against the sheets unsatisfying. I couldn't do anything else except enjoy.

He placed a kiss on one of my buttocks before sliding his hand slowly to brush against my intimate area.
My breathing quickened and I clutched the pillow in my hands.

He tickled it for a few moments before giving it a few licks to moisten it. I was unable to protest. His hand still stopped me from getting up.
He nimbly sucked his fingers before gently inserting his middle finger into me. Knowing his finger inside me drove me crazy. My voice is lost in my panting. He made a small, skillful back and forth movement which was quickly joined by his ring finger. I was shaking absolutely everywhere as I tried to hide my moans into the cushion. I had the impression that each gesture was calculated to give me a little more pleasure.

He patted my butt whispering in my ear:

"Take me through this a bit."

I blindly obeyed him and raised my pelvis a little which gave access to my cock which had been lacking in stimuli since earlier. He touched it with his other hand before lightly playing with my glans with the tip of his finger. He dutifully spread the precum with the palm of his hand and I fainted as I realized that this guy was too expert for his supposed celibacy.

He leaned down and his lips brushed my ribs on his way up my back. Turning my head slightly, I noticed that he had a scar on the other side of his shoulder. But I didn't have time to dwell on it as Levi strengthened his movements around my cock. Another finger had been added and that was my limit. One more and he would lose me. It slid so dexterously to the deepest parts of me. My stomach felt like it was doing somersaults.

It was too much, I couldn't take it anymore. I used my strength to push myself up onto my elbows. As soon as I had the chance, I grabbed Levi's shoulders and slammed him onto the bed, forcing him to stop his activities on me. He immediately frowned and scoffed as I hovered above him:

"What are you doing?

- I'll take charge, "I retorted, missing a glance at his biceps.

- That's it! In your dreams.

-And yet, it is I who am above you.

- We're about to fuck! Don't ruin it because you know my dick is too big for you."

I wanted to reply that it wouldn't match the rest of his body shape but I was now curious.
I let go of his wrists to put pressure on the bulge in his pants. Just feeling it, surrounded by diapers, turned me on to such an extent. I quickly pulled down his pants to enjoy the view that Levi was giving me. He was even sexier like that. He wasn't playing with words, his wasn't even comparable, and I was unconsciously biting my lip in apprehension or impatience.

I went down on him to kiss his lips languorously. My hand wandered over his body and insisted on a certain area. I felt that he was weighing his breathing so as not to do too much. He bit my lip, as if to show me a hint of dominance. Levi didn't seem like the quiet type in bed.

But when my hand began a few strongly experienced thrusts, I must admit, he cleared his throat slightly. He avoided my gaze, admiring his ceiling. But the hallmark sign that he was getting off on it was when he started pursing his lips and botching kisses.

I stood up, licking my lips. I looked at the look on his face: a mixture of frustration and desire. This guy is definitely handsome. But when he opened his eyes again, there was still a fight over who was going to be in it. I definitely wasn't going to waste an opportunity to have this "thing" inside of me but I was afraid of what Levi might do with it.

"Okay, that's enough of the bullshit," Levi said, rummaging through his bedside table.

He took out a condom and opened it with his teeth, tasting me with his eyes. I didn't know why but my heart was racing. I sat up slightly to see if he had any tissues. Knowing his handling, I didn't dare imagine what he would do to me if I touched his fingers. I discreetly observed him putting on the yellowish latex, immediately doubting to what extent he had prepared me for this.

It was weird; I had no anxiety. At least, not the one I felt when I slept with a new partner. Not that I'm selling myself out thinking I've flopped one, far from it... But it's always a new and unknown experience. With Levi, everything seemed so natural.

Was this what we call sexual chemistry?

I was immersed in my thoughts, without realizing that Levi was slightly spreading my thighs and leaning against them. I came to and my breathing suddenly hitched, realizing there was no going back. I caught a glimpse of him touching himself a little before slowly penetrating me. I start to moan, despite myself, a little louder. He gave me a look without apparent expression, to judge the pain before falling on my erection which hit my stomach. He exhaled loudly as he pushed his chest up.

His presence was only painful for a short moment and I quickly found myself asking him for more, and he gave in to my request.

Fuck, if someone had ever told me that I would have sex with Levi Ackerman. I would have laughed out loud in the person's face. And yet, it was his face and his muscles that I admired tensing above me.

He moved, fiercely gripping my buttocks with the rhythm that I managed to impose on him while holding onto the bed. His silent breathing was nevertheless rapid. I couldn't help myself, I've never been discreet in bed. My moans melodiously invaded the room at the same time as the beating of the box spring of his bed against the wall.
Everything had happened so quickly. He was ruining me against his sheets and I was begging for him to go faster. I realized that saving the sheets was a losing effort, Levi and I were sweating profusely and a small suspicious puddle was forming on my stomach.

"Fuuuck... Levi, gimme more... Please, Levi!"

Soon, the strokes became faster and much more delicious. He was almost lifting my thighs to completely manage the pace. He was the one who decided. Heat and pleasure invaded my body. And his presence inside me was just making me lose my mind. It was incredible.

He knew how to vary his gestures, sometimes he calmed down and touched me vigorously, sometimes he lifted me up almost with a wild pace. He knew how to get used to it and calculate everything. I was almost screaming and I was no longer ashamed.

He quickly grabbed my wrists and placed them on either side of my head. He was focused, his eyes closed and his nose turned up. He was shining from the beads of sweat beading on his chest and forehead. I guessed he was working on my orgasm, looking for exactly which stroke made me scream the most. This simple thought got the better of me and the butterflies in my stomach panicked.

"Levi... I'm going to cum, "I managed to say in one last breath.

- Don't get the sheets dirty."

He let go of one of my wrists so I could grab a tissue. His hand landed awkwardly next to my face and I realized he had hesitated to put it around my neck. I felt the rise and end of my pleasure coming. His thrusts became stuttering and he turned his head a little, burying it in his shoulder.

I moaned loudly as he let out a quiet moan of pleasure, his stomach muscles trembling. He even managed to make me cum at the same time as him. I regained my breathing and control of my emotions while he moved aside to carefully remove the condom.

He grabbed his underwear and put them on before walking out of the room calmly. Not even surprised by his attitude and this cruel lack of proximity, I sighed against the pillow, trying to savor somewhat the sensations I had left from my orgasm. I rolled over in his bed, sighing.

I had to admit: he's a phenomenon in bed.