ʜɪᴍ. - Ereri/Riren

pαrt: 5

  Eren loved it. He wouldn't say it to anyone though. No one even knew he was into bdsm sex. With Levi you could probably guess through his dominant atmosphere. Eren's just waiting for the day where Levi will humiliate him in front of their friends, since Eren knew that Levi was one to enjoy that, though not far enough to expose anything like skin, no he was too strict in that area. No one but him was allowed to see that, Levi would tell him and Eren shamefully agreed to that statement. Having sex with anyone but Levi scared him to death, they wouldn't be able to pleasure him as well, he'd be too scared to try new things with them yet alone expose himself shirtless. He'd be an awful sex partner. Same with being in a relationship too. Eren knew he was difficult, very difficult.
  Eren looked to the clock beside him, he's had sex twice, not a record, but an achievement that he managed to hold himself together from the four years without sex, it was why he was still in bed. Eren had came twice and Levi was still thrusting into him harder to the point Eren let his body go limp and his head feel light as his body was rocked back and forth unstopping. When Levi had finally came, Eren had smiled at Levi and said goodnight almost immediately, giving him a goodnight kiss and falling asleep even when Levi was still inside him.
  He slapped his hands onto his face, it must've been so embarrassing passing out straight after, and Eren knew that Levi would be wearing a smirk the whole next few days. Levi would probably end up teasing him about it. What made Eren concerned wasn't Levi confidentially bragging or even his killing throat and ass, it was the nauseous feeling that made him want to puke out his guts.
  Eren swallowed down the feeling and at the same time there was a knock at the door. Looking at the clock: four in the morning, Eren was convinced to not answer until the knocking had been going on repetitively, making his head hurt too.

  "What?" Eren asked grumpily to the person behind the door.
  It wasn't long until the person screamed and barged past him. "Eren!"
  Eren rubbed his eyes, pretty sure that this person was Hanji. "What do you want, Hanji?" he yawned, walking in and crashing out on the sofa in the lounge.
  "Well, Levi had an emergency meeting at nine and he was pretty pissed off." Hanji grinned. "I should know since I was the one who had to call him."
  Eren's consciousness was struggling keeping awake, he barely registered that Levi wasn't here. "And? Move on?"
  "Since you're not with Levi, can you tell me about your pregnancy? It came out successful, yes? You should know if you had sex with him on Monday."
"H-how did you know?" Eren questioned but quickly shrugged it off as it was usual for Hanji. "Last time it showed after a month, why is it quicker this time?"
Eren's questioned remained unanswered. "Where's Levi?"
"Emergency meeting."
"At four am?" Eren asked, not really believing her. Lawyers didn't have emergency meetings, did they? He clutched onto his stomach as his head spun, barely making out the dark living room.
"Eren, sorry, but you need to get some sleep, you don't look too well. Sorry for waking you, I guess I should've considered the time. Besides, I don't want Levi to worry and then I'd be in big..."
Eren faded out Hanji's talking as he felt himself drift off on the sofa, everything suddenly required the effort he didn't have.

  Levi came home at five in the morning, not very happy at the call he received at nine. It had turned out one of his clients had unexpected evidence against him which turns the whole perspective of the case, making it a lot harder, and Levi couldn't afford losing this client. This client was a millionaire. Levi was surprised that his client ignored his bluntness, rudeness and mainly his glare throughout it all. His client had paced around for three hours straight, he'd have coffee with a mix of monster energy drink and repeating: "I'm going to die."
  Despite Levi's pissed attitude especially since the case had gave him more work, he made sure he wouldn't wake Eren up, so he slipped off his dress shoes and pulled off his tie and blazer, making no sound from his footsteps.
  Being the overprotective man that he is, he did the usual thing he had done ever since Eren was here, he checked every room. Yet when he entered the lounge, he was confused to why Eren was on the couch, his body wrapped up in a blanket tightly but comfortable. If Eren hadn't done this, the person must know him well enough that Eren always falls out of bed. Levi knew that nothing risky would've happened since Eren was too exhausted when he was fucking the life out of him, literally. Though, Levi wondered what the persons intention was, coming over later then nine, taking care of Eren – it had looked like. If Levi didn't like them, he'll beat the shit out of them for coming in his house and touching Eren with their dirty hands.
  Looking away from Eren, Levi glanced into the kitchen and saw a shadow of someone... making food? This person had obviously made themselves way too much at home here, and Levi didn't like that, not one bit. This was his house. Only Eren could help himself to anything in here.
  Levi leaned against the kitchens doorframe, crossing his arms after hiding a knife in his hand. The small knife had always been in his work clothes, in case his client or the opposing team had gotten violent. Through the deadly, piercing silence, Levi spoke up, making sure to catch them off-guard by his presence.
  "Tell me right here and now why I shouldn't kill you," Levi said, his deep voice almost echoing through the kitchen with its monotonous but dangerous tone, almost making it seem Levi had said it occasionally.
  The person froze, slowly placing a kitchen knife aside from the copping board. "Because," they began, placing a sandwich on a nearby plate, "if you do, Eren will never forgive you."
  Levi mocked the persons attempt at taunting him.
  "Come on, Levi, was it that easy?" they whined, now holding the plate in their hands as they faced Levi.
  "Anyone could tell from your obvious giggling you're trying to keep quiet in that piece of shit mouth," Levi grunted, really not in the mood for jokes. "Anyway, why you here?"
  Hanji nibbled on her sandwich before taking a massive bite out of it. "Checkin' up on Eren," she replied, sensing Levi's attitude.
  "Why?" Levi asked, raising a brow. "He's ok, right?"
  "Of course," Hanji smiled. "You know that Eren gave birth to Furlan? Well since I can guess that you two have 'gone at it again' – no surprise there – you should expect Eren to be pregnant."
  Levi hid his surprise, frowning. He hadn't thought about that, well they've always had raw sex, it'd be different to not. Why hadn't Eren gotten pregnant when they first had done it five years ago? "Hanji, don't women have an operation to prevent pregnancies permanently?"
  Hanji almost spit out the chunk of her sandwich in her mouth, choking slightly. "What?" she bewildered. "Don't you want a family? That's all that was on your mind before Eren left, I could see it return when you held Furlan."
  Levi shook his head frantically, putting his hands up defensively. "No, no, no," reassured Levi, "that's not it at all. Of course I want a family with Eren. I was thinking about afterwards... that's all."
  Hanji sighed, soon followed by Levi, both of relief. "So you do want a baby?"
  "Oh, fuck, of course I do," replied Levi. "All I want is to have a baby with Eren. And this time, I get to not just look after Eren but be able to watch the newborn as soon as it comes out."
  "Comes out?" Hanji repeated with obvious snickering. "Don't you know how male pregnancies work? Men can't do that, they have a dick, and the anus is filled with bacteria and dead cells. He has to have a c-section, haven't you seen the marks on his body?"
  Levi pictured Eren underneath him from last night. Eren looked perfect, Levi had his eyes on him at all times. His hair stuck to his forehead, endless moans and screams of his name and how his mouth was always agape in pleasure, his spine curved at the urge of orgasm, panting like a dog, beautiful. Levi hadn't noticed one cut on his beautiful, sun-kissed skin and he analysed Eren almost all the time, either the centre of vision or in the corner of his eye, especially in bed.
  "No," Levi answered. "Not a single one."
  Hanji frowned, deep in thought.
  "Let's not worry about that now," Levi said, kicking himself off of the doorframe, about to turn around. "I'm tired as shit."
  "What about me?" Hanji asked, placing the dirty plate on the kitchen counter, luckily not spilling any crumbs. "It's five am, I don't want to be driving home at this time."
  Levi grunted, "that's your problem. Now leave, I have someone to attend to."
  Hanji grinned, watching Levi leave the room, soon after she left and peeked into the lounge. She saw Levi debating on whether to pick Eren up or to leave him there. Unexpectedly, Levi nudged Eren forward and laid behind him, his hand on Eren's hip, going suspiciously downward slowly, and the other had Eren's head leaning on it as Levi kissed Eren's nape before closing his eyes.
  Hanji crept to the front door, surprised Levi hadn't noticed she didn't take off her shoes, and left.