The Toxic Wasters

5. Meant to be Yours

- 5 years ago -

It took Levi a while to notice Eren was following the stranger that almost raped him. He did not want to comment on it though, his mind was muddled with Eren's promiscuous promise. He could already feel his pants tightening at the thought of being taken by the brunet beside him. Levi was practically already shaking from adrenaline.

When he did notice, Levi watched Eren's movements. His grip on the steering wheel turned his knuckles white. His features were concentrated and livid as his multicolored eyes intensely followed the car.

"Eren?"

The brunet did not look to Levi. He only hummed in response. "Why are we following him?" the raven questioned as he worried his bottom lip. Eren did not respond. Instead, he took Levi's hand without taking his eyes off the road.

"Don't worry about it."

Levi stayed completely silent until they stopped near a house the stranger parked by. Eren still looked angry, his jawline taut, veins popping out of his skin, and his eyes on fire.

The brunet's gold and green eyes shifted over to Levi, his gaze transforming to passion. Without much of a warning, he pressed a heated kiss to the raven's lips, and all Levi could do was moan against those perfectly soft lips. He turned his head a bit as Eren's tongue slipped pass his lips. Levi could feel himself slowly being lifted up against the window until he felt his head lightly tap the roof of the car.

When Eren leaned back from his lips, Levi could not help the whine that passed his mouth. The raven's vision was hazy, but he could not decipher if it were from his intoxication or the desire coursing through him. "I'll be back soon, Levi."

He could hear the click of the glovebox as another kiss was pressed to the raven's lips, and in a split second, Eren left the car, leaving Levi breathless.

The silence enveloped him quickly as he lost sight of Eren. His skin still tingled from Eren's touch, and he aches for more. The intoxication of his mind did not help his hard on or desire to feel Eren. He was happy Eren suffocated his mind, instead of the usual voices clawing him into the abyss.

But he needed to be touched. His cock was throbbing beneath his boxers, impatient for a touch. God, he had dug a deep hole for himself that he would not be able to—or want to for that matter—climb out of. He had it bad. Eren's taste was engraved on his tongue, no taste coming close to his sweetness. His mind would swim when they locked eyes. And god, he barely knew this man, but he wanted him with every fucking fiber of his being. Eren was his.

And his alone.

Angelic was not the word to describe Eren. Godlike felt right, a masterpiece topped by no other. And this godlike, masterpiece of a creature was his. How could he get this lucky? How could his life flip head over heels for this man sent from heaven at break-neck speed? How could this godlike man take a liking to someone like Levi?

Just thinking about Eren made the raven squirm. He needed him. Wanted him. He did not know how long he waited. But when saw Eren practically dashing back to the car with a hunger in his eyes, Levi wiggled in his seat, anticipation building in his stomach. Eren lurched into the car, diving towards Levi's lips as he fumbled with the door and his seatbelt.

Levi sank his claws in the brunet's hair, tangling his fingers in the delicious chocolate locks. But as swiftly as the kiss began, it ended. Eren pulled away, causing the raven to involuntarily whine. The brunet chuckled under his breath before whispering, "The sooner we get home, the sooner I can fulfil my promise."

The raven no longer protested. He sat back in the leather seat and waited patiently—that's a lie—for Eren to turn the key. As soon as his car rumbled to life, the radio blared songs of passion. And on each channel Levi turned to, their was a song of the same genre. The universe wanted to blue-ball him.