Just for Yeager

Take Over, Pt.3

To my surprise, we stumbled into an unoccupied chamber attached to the near end of the balcony. The crystal chandelier lights were dimmed cream white, giving the sandstone paneled walls a softer tinge. This French-décor drawing room was a bit off-set from the rest of the manor's Victorian design, but it was welcoming nevertheless. Rimmed bordered colonial art, floral wall etchings, gold-white ceiling trims over tall burgundy window pane curtains—garish, but welcoming. It wasn't as over-congested as the other rooms in this multi acre abode, and it truly shouldn't be for its purpose. As I casually glanced over the wall of paintings behind the grand piano, I perched myself on one of the many crimson armchairs circling the room. And then it struck me; this man didn't have much of a family. Not one photo mounted in his home of a wife or even children.

A life of lonely wealth, not the best way to leave this blood washed world we live in. But I couldn't judge, being isolated for a good chunk of my life as well before seizing my own fate. I dwelled in my past while waiting, lost to my many escapades when I was young and foolish. Certainly I should regret those darker times, but I didn't. It made me what I was today, and there's nothing to regret there.

As I mused in a haze of memories, I watched Eren fumble from across the coffee table, trying to figure out how I got webbed into babysitting. He staggered over the bookshelf and clumsily knocked over a glass trophy, barely missing the wine red rug over hard wood floor. The memento shattered before his feet, triggering me to lunge at him like a fumed parent. I snatched his wrist, pulling him away from the mess until he boldly rammed the ball of his palm into my jaw.

Eren continued with his childish ways, trying to wrestle me off of him as we cascaded down the wall of furniture before I struck his backside into the body of the grand piano. He rolled himself over, and I finally pinned him against the keys with a sound mesh of muffled notes filtering the room.

The fear of someone hearing us clamped my hands over his lips as I glared down at him. "Eren, control yourself!"

He looked back at me completely bewildered, his wide eyes still stained hollow red. But before I could mutter another word, his flushed face softened, and it felt like he was tittering behind his sealed lips. It wouldn't be long until the reason for his amusement perked up between his legs and grazed my thigh. I nearly choked in an attempt to compose myself, biting the corner of my lip at his growing bulge.

"You're unbelievable," I hissed, snapping away from him before he hooked his finger down the back of my collar.

"Ay, Levi. You brought me here for a reason, didn't you?"

I veered to him, my brows still furrowed from irritation. Although I must admit, the opportunity was tempting, and he didn't make it easier for me as he waved around his vulnerability.

He pulled me into him by my cravat, flashing me those far from sober sultry eyes. And then I answered, "To give you time to clean your act. I'm not going to have you embarrass the entire militia."

He fiddled with my trouser zipper, asking, "Did you lock the doors behind you?"

"I did... "

"... Is it because Hange is around the corner?"

My face grew red, the hesitation eager to wane down. This wasn't the time nor the place for playing around, but Eren continued to tempt me at every angle. His lips drew into mine, the buckle of my pants slipping down to my ankles. The doors were in fact locked, no one knew we were inside, and our bodies were too far from the window for anyone to spot us. So why couldn't I just drop my guard? Why not let loose and have some fun?

"Her presence makes little difference."

I finally caved in, snatching him by the tie to embrace his kiss. And suddenly, the faint chatter from beyond the other side became lost to my lustful mind.