Is This Crazy? [Ereri]

We're Crazy

LEVI LEAVES WITH A WARM content feeling caressing his chest. Gentle waves of milk and honey over rocky terrain. Those seas don't stay quiet for long, and as Levi nears Eren's room a storm is brewing beneath his skin. It's past lights out and Levi prays to each and every deity- false or not- that Eren will be fast asleep. He passes the door, nearly tiptoeing, and when he reaches his own room Levi is shocked to find the journal resting on his nightstand. His body is already in pursuit of the book before his consciousness can process the thought.

Fingers trembling, cold sweat reciprocating, Levi takes the journal and opens to the first page. Little notes- written in much messier of penmanship- have been scribbled in the spaces between his paragraphs.

You are quite possibly the best thing to ever happen to me. No. Not possibly. Absolutely.

You're such a sap.

And a few pages later.

Damn you for being so adorable, Eren.

I can't help it, but if I stop being adorable, then you have to stop being so ruggedly handsome.

More and more add-ons followed until Levi left the pages blank and it was all Eren.

I've never been great with words, but that's all right because I trust that you understand what I mean; what I'm trying to say.

The most important person in your life will not appear calmly. They'll make you rethink your reality. Make you question who you are. Test the limits of what you can do. But they'll also help you to become all that you can be. And if that includes pain, and it will, they will be there beside you.

The captain reads every page and rereads some until his callus fingers brush the very last page, and his eyes run across the very last sentence.

You're more me than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, yours and mine are the same.

Levi curls into his blankets, smiling like a fool, but he doesn't care. In his soul it's as if the sun is shining, the walls and titans have disappeared, it's summer, and Eren's hand is clasped in his. The breeze blows away any worries. The scent of roses and sea salt tickle his nose. Everything is right with the world and laid before them is endless possibilities.

EREN LIES AWAKE, his mind too flustered to rest and stomach too twisted to lie in any other position but on his back. The lights in the room have all been silenced, leaving the moon to outline the furniture luminously. Minutes ago he had heard his captain walking down the hall and knew by now he was either reading or had read his additions to the journal. Now Eren patiently waited for either acceptance or a chance at repentance.

As the seconds ticked by Eren's regret and guilt oozed and flooded deeper into his bloodstream. Taking the captain's journal was a mistake. I shouldn't have been invading his personal belongings. I bet my right arm- not that it matters if I lost it- he's brimming with fury. But if we had waited until we were ready for this, he and I would have waited our entire lives. This was the push we both needed. At least I hope so.

Levi bursts through the door and then quickly shuts and locks it before placing himself in Eren's embrace. And Eren finally commits the act he's been pining to for so long. He plants a big, fat wet one, right Levi's lips. "Eren, I love you."

"I love you too."

There's no pause. No hesitation when they speak. Between them is nothing, except heated, intoxicating breathes. Their gazes lock, both out of things to say. What could they say that they hadn't read? That they didn't already know? Know deeply to the bone.

Eren carefully maneuvers them to his bed, never breaking the contact their lips have. Levi's knees hit the edge of the mattress. Eren jumps on top of him to straddle his waist. Levi grips his hips, holding him in place. And damn, he loves the view.

"You think you can top, Eren?"

"I know I can, Levi. After all, I'm bigger than you."

"Sure about that?" Levi arches his hips to show him just how much bigger he is. Eren moans, his smile quick to return. Laughing, Eren braces his palms at Levi's temples. "So . . . does this mean we're together?" Slowly, Levi raises the hem of Eren's shirt, feeling, caressing the hot skin. He rakes his nails down Eren's chest. "Now and forever. I'll hear no arguments." The brunette smirks, not trying hard to hide his glee. "What about complaints?"

"You talk too much, Eren. Let's put our mouths to better use."

Eren presses his lips against his, and Levi doesn't just return the kiss, he pours himself into, giving Eren every part of him, nothing held back. Eren taste so good, and he's so warm, so tantalizingly warm, my need for him is becoming frenzied. Levi runs his hands over Eren, desperate to touch him, all of him.

But. Yes. There's a but.

With a purr, I lurch back. "Tell me, Levi. . . what would you like me to do? Whatever it is, I'll do." Captain Levi has had so much pain in his life, and I want to replace it all with pleasure. I want to give him a love he's never known. A love he will never regret.

"Eren. . ." As he studies me and the markings across my chest, Eren's expression is luminous. "I want you to know that everything I wrote in the journal is true. Not a single word is doubted. I mean it all."

"I do too."

"And what I want you to do is kiss me. Kiss me and never stop."

"I can do that." He swoops in for another kiss, and what begins as a sweet communion turns into a feral feeding. I can't get enough of his mouth, his tongue or his teeth.

Can't get enough of him.

Eren whisks the shirt over Levi's head and looks him over. "You're too perfect," he rasps because it's so true. "There's nothing about you that could be changed for the better."

"Eren." A curse. A plea. "Less talking." Eren straightens to kick off his socks and strip. When he crawls back over Levi, he accepts Eren's weights with a sexy moan. They rub against each other, creating heated, magnificent friction. "Please, Eren," he gasps. "More." Eren grinds against him with more force before pulling off Levi's remaining clothing.

"Eren," followed by another gasp. "I love when you say my name."

"I love saying it." Levi glides his tongue over Eren's lips then adds huskily, "I love the taste of it." The look Levi gives the brunette is a little wicked and wanton- and a lot dirty.

Eren kisses Levi from mouth to ankle and everywhere in between until he's intoxicated by all things Levi. The sweetness of his scent, the silk of his skin, the cute sounds he makes when Eren does something he really enjoys. Sometimes Levi pauses himself and Eren just to peer into his eyes, to convince himself that this is real and not another nightmare dressed as a sweet dream.

It's not long before Levi is begging Eren incoherently, a sharp sheen of sweat on his brow. But only when Levi is quivering and begging for release does Eren brace an arm at his temple and trail the other down-

"Oh!" Levi gasps. "It's . . . That's. . . amazing."

"I'm just getting started." Eren plays with his captain a bit more, taking his time preparing him for what's to come. Not only physically, but emotionally. As Eren touches Levi, he tells him how important he is to him. He tells Levi how beautiful he is, and how his life would have ended without him. Soon, Levi is once again in need and begging. . . and Eren is on the verge of losing control. "Condom," Eren tells Levi as leans over to grab one from the nightstand. He's shaking.

As Eren rolls on the latex, Levi nips at his mouth. He sucks on his neck and claws at his back. "The way you make me feel, Levi. . ."

"I know. You make me feel the same. Look at me."

Their gazes meet without hesitation. Levi holds the stare. He wants Eren to know that he is here with him. He's not thinking of anyone else. Just the two of them in this bed. "Eren," he whispers. "Now."

Yes.

Now.

Author's Note: For every 10 votes on this fanfic I will publish an excerpt from the journal.