Experimenting With Miracles // ERERI

Chapter 24

WARNING: Smut. Don't like, don't read.

Take two pills before, and it should work. Two pills before every engagement you two have--the chance is low, but if done often enough, it could still happen. Fingers crossed!

That’s what Hanji had told him. He’d already taken a week’s worth of the trial drug, and so far the shifter found the results highly unsatisfactory. No growth, no symptoms, nothing. Nothing to indicate he had somehow grown a womb and conceived a child--a concept he found unlikely at best at this point.

A week had passed, and the two had already done it four times. Well, below their average, but still enough that Eren was beginning to throw his hope in this “miracle drug” out the window.

But he’d be damned if he gave up so easily.

And so he found himself sitting on his and Levi’s bed and swallowing a pair of pills in anticipation for his husband’s return.

A soft scoff from the doorway alerted Eren to his lover’s arrival. He quickly shoved his pill bottle under the mattress.

The ravenette entered the small room, skin slightly sticky with sweat from teaching new recruits and shoulders tense with his unshakeable frustration. His silver eyes lifted to eye the slim brat curled up on his bed. Eren peered back, eyes wide and bright, trying to assess the older male’s mood.

“You look like a sad ass puppy, brat,” the man sneered, shrugging off his jacket and folding it over a chair.

Eren simply smiled.

“Well I miss you during the day, so of course I look lost,” he quipped.

Levi grunted, continuing to strip off layers, his cravat placed on the desk as he began to unbutton his shirt.

The teen was already sick with want watching the smaller man simply take off his shirt. Anotherhelpful effect of the drug he’d noticed; in Levi’s presence he was nearly always aroused. It acted almost like an aphrodisiac in that way. But it also made it extremely frustrating when Levi wasn’t in the mood.

Eren shifted on the sheets, making room for his spouse. He lifted his hands from the bed and helped Levi remove his crisp, white shirt as he sat down. The beautiful man before him was still dressed in an undershirt and his tight white pants, but Eren couldn’t help imagining the even more beautiful sight held right under those thin layers.

Levi sighed heavily, running a hand through his sleek hair as he leaned back against the bedframe.

“So how was your day?” Eren purred lightly, following his husband’s motions in order to sit beside him, head resting gently on the man’s shoulder.

“Shitty. How else would it be? I’ve been dealing with a bunch of little shits all day,” the older grumbled, an evidently sour mood showing itself.

Damn, he’ll be hard to crack tonight, Eren decided. But that didn’t matter--because he had known Levi long enough to know every little thing that drove him crazy. He lifted his sights, gazing at the male’s strong face with wide eyes, eyelashes fluttering softly and teal jewels sparkling with an innocent tint.

“I’m sorry, Levi...is there anything I can do to make it better?” he said suggestively, tone still innocent as he nuzzled his husband’s shoulder gently.

The captain pulled away slightly to rub at the back of his neck, brows knit together in frustration.

“You can kill all those damn annoying brats for starters,” Levi snarked.