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There’s a vibrating buzzing sounding through the hotel bedroom. Levi has always been a light sleeper. Stretching out like a cat, Levi cracks his back as he’s pulled from his sleep. There’s a warm, heavy blanket on top of him– it takes him a minute to realize not what it is but who it is. The pretty, blond big spender has his arms wrapped around Levi’s waist, his legs entangled with Levi’s slender ones. Normally, Levi doesn’t stay the night with his hookups. He hasn’t done so since Mr. Smith got married. 

Levi blinks the sleep from his eyes, turning his head, looking around for the source of the noise that roused him from his sleep. 

“‘Vi?” Zeke mumbles, pulling Levi closer to him. Levi sighs, the blond does feel nice. His hair is soft on his head and face, his body is nice and toned– feeling so good beneath his hands. They are lying with Zeke’s chest in Levi’s face. The buzzing sound cuts off abruptly and Levi drifts back asleep in Zeke’s arms, hiding his face against the man’s chest. 

~ 

The phone rings, and keeps ringing but Zeke isn’t picking up. Eren taps his foot impatiently, his father’s face looking angrier as each minute passes by. His father is already pissed off by the betrayal of one of his so-called ‘good’ men. Eren only knows him as ‘Peering Titan’, because the man is absolutely massive yet extremely efficient when it comes to gathering information. 

Unfortunately, Mr. Titan thought he was better than their father, better than the organization. He started giving out intell to rival cartels and worse of all, the police. Eren isn’t sure how his father found out about this man’s transgressions but the thought alone causes his blood to run cold. 

“Is your brother answering, Eren?” Grisha asks. He looks absolutely unhinged, blood on clothes, hair falling out of his ponytail and his glasses fogged up. His father comes up to him, with a hand out. “Give me the phone, Eren.” 

Reluctantly, Eren hands his father the phone. “He’s not answering.” Eren says, trying to make it seem like it’s no big deal. 

His father's scowl deepens. “What do you mean he’s not answering his phone, Eren?” Grisha demands, taking the phone and calling his older brother. The line rings, Eren can hear it, and rings then it’s dead. His father’s eye twitches in annoyance, he drops his hand holding the phone. “What the fuck? Why is your brother ignoring you?!” 

Eren doesn’t know what to say. These past few weeks, Zeke has been acting strange and very secretive. Hell, Eren didn’t even know he had a date planned. 

Eren sighs, deturbed that his own brother doesn’t trust him. “I don’t know, maybe he got caught up with his date or something.” 

“Eren,” Grisha snarls, “what the fuck is Ezekiel doing?!” 

Eren pales visibility. “Dad, I don’t know. He said he had a date but that was the first time I heard anything about it.” Eren says defensively. 

His father clicks his tongue in annoyance. “We are going home, Eren. Let’s hope for your brother’s sake, he will be there when we get there.” 

~ 

Rolling over in the bed, Zeke snuggles against his pillow. Until he realizes that his pillow is breathing, making him crack open his eyes. He sees a curtain of black hair resting against his chest. He slowly stretches his body, rolling onto his back. He is completely naked under the sheets, and his cock is tenting it lewdly. 

Levi cracks his eyes open. “What time is it?” He mutters, rubbing sleep from his eyes. 

“I have no fucking idea.” Zeke laughs. Sunlight bleeds through the room from the wall to floor windows. Zeke reaches around aimlessly for his phone. Suddenly he feels something hot and wet on the tip of his cock. “Oh fuck, good morning to you too.” He moans, fingers twisting in Levi’s hair. Levi takes Zeke’s cock to the back of his mouth and down his throat. He swallows around Zeke’s cock four times before pulling off and crawling out under the sheet. 

“Be a good boy, Zeke and I’ll let you cum down my throat again.” Levi purrs, placing gentle kisses on his sternum. He drags his nails down Zeke’s side and disappears back under the sheet. 

Levi goes back to sucking on Zeke’s cock, a hand on the man’s hip to keep him in check. Zeke throws his head back, moaning desperately. Levi sucks and licks at the cock head, tonguing his slit. “You taste so good, pretty boy. You are so good to me.” Levi moans under the covers. Zeke’s cock hits the back of Levi’s mouth but then the smaller man takes him deeper. The walls of his esophagus squeezing and hugging Zeke’s manhood. It’s hot and wet, Levi’s spit collecting at the base of his cock. 

Zeke tries to stay still as possible. He feels the heat in his stomach rolling, his groin tightening. “Levi, Levi I’m gonna cum- shit. Can I? Can I please?” 

Zeke feels Levi wrapping one of his hands around the base of his cock. He moans shamelessly – can only assume from the fact that his hand is too small to starve off Zeke appending orgasm. With one more hard suck, Zeke cums down Levi’s throat. 

The man drinks all of Zeke’s cum and licks his cock clean. He pops his head out from the sheet. “Good boys get to cum, Zeke. I want you to remember that when you don’t even as much as look at your dick until you meet with me again.” He says, licking his lips. 

Zeke nods, eagerly like he’s some fucking dog. “You want to see me again?” 

Levi looks up at him– his eyes look so gray today, and Zeke is already getting hard again. “Of course I do, pretty boy.” Levi says, kissing up from his belly button to his neck. “I want to absolutely wreck you. Do you want that, Zeke? Do you still want to play my game?” 

Without an ounce of hesitation, Zeke says, “Yes. Yes I want to play your game with you Levi.” 

Levi smirks against his neck. He bites down on the junction of his neck and shoulder, and sucks a bruise in the flesh. “I want you to come back to my work this time, Zeke. Can you do that for me?” Levi purrs. “I know how much you loved watching me work that pole. Spend your daddy’s money on me so I can buy pretty things.” 

Zeke gasps. “Do you like pretty things, Levi?” 

Levi sits up, his naked ass on Zeke’s stomach. “Very much so. But are you gonna come see me dance, pretty boy?” 

Zeke nods. “I’ll try. I can’t promise but I’ll try to. Shit, should I give you money now?” 

Levi laughs mildly, but his eyes harden. “I want you to understand one thing, pretty boy, I am not a whore. I dance naked for cash sure. Sleeping with a hot client is of my own free will. And who would I be to stop them from paying extra the next time they visit.” Levi says maliciously, pinning Zeke’s hands above his head. “I am not a whore, Zeke.  So don’t try and treat me like one.” 

“Yes, sir.” Zeke whispers breathless. His cock is fully awake again. 

Zeke’s phone starts vibrating on the floor. He reaches over the bed and picks it up and pales. 

Levi looked at it curiously, “Oh shit. I thought you said you ain’t married.” 

Zeke swallows harshly. “I’m not. It’s my father. I have to go Levi but I’ll text you, okay.” Zeke says, kissing Levi’s forehead and hopping out of bed. 

It is already 2pm. Twelve hours after he said he’d be home. 

~ 

Levi goes back to his apartment to find a gift from Mr Smith waiting with his doorman. 

“This came for you while you were out, Mr Ackerman.” He says, handing Levi the Louis Vuitton shopping bag. 

“Thanks.” Levi nods his head, taking the bag and goes up to his apartment. 

He didn’t charge his phone so it died while he was at the hotel. Levi puts it on the charger then busies himself by making tea. When his tea is ready he checks his phone, which finally turns back on. 

He has a message from Mr Smith and Levi’s breath hitches in his throat. 

‘I came by, but you were out. I really need to talk with you, Levi.’ 

Levi licks his lips, bites it between his teeth. Mr Smith would still be at the office right now. If he went out of the way to seek him out, it has to be important. Mr Smith isn’t the type of man to go out of his way for people unless it brought him money or pleasure. 

Levi calls his office, a woman with a sickeningly sweet voice picks up the phone, “Smith and Zacharius’ law firm, how may I assist you today?” 

Levi takes a deep breath, hitting his head against the wall. “Yes, is Mr Smith available? I need to speak with him.” 

Levi can hear the woman’s nails click on her keyboard. “What’s your name, sweetheart?” 

“Levi.” He says. “Ackerman. Levi Ackerman.” 

She sucks in a breath through her teeth. “He said he’ll be with you in a moment, but I’ll put you through directly to his line.” 

Levi sits there, on his bedroom floor, in clothes that he got fucked in the night prior – waiting to talk to a man that always manages to break his heart. He plays with the hem of his dress, trying to run through the list of reasons why he should hang up the phone. But he is not going to do that– he never does that. 

“Levi?” Mr Smith’s voice rings in Levi’s head. So smooth and baritone, the perfect masculine blend. 

“I got your gift, Mr Smith. I appreciate it but I’m confused on what it’s for.” Levi says. He has to try and keep his voice steady, even as tears start to fall from his eyes. “I told you I was going to be out last night but you came anyway. Was there more to your visit?” 

Levi can hear the big man shuffling around over the phone. “Ah, I completely forgot about that, my sincerest apologies, Levi. But I suppose I did have a reason, I wanted to talk to you.” 

Levi has to squeeze his eyes closed, he is hyper aware of each breath he takes. “About what?” Levi says, even though deep down he knows that nothing good has ever come from his serious talks with Erwin. Had Levi been a better man, a stronger man, he would have let Erwin go when he went and got married. When he started having fucking children. When he said that he wouldn’t come out. 

“Levi, please calm down sweetheart.” He says, voice soothing. “I know you’re freaking out, but I promise you it’s nothing to do with us.” 

Levi scoffs, “Us? And what exactly are we, Erwin?” Levi hisses. “Your fucking wife called me, accusing you of shit, just the other fucking day.” 

Erwin sighs on the other line. “Well she isn’t wrong now is she, Levi?” 

“Oh fuck you, Erwin. I told you when you got married that I wasn’t going to be involved with that bullshit. You made your choice and you have to deal with the consequences.” Levi says, seething. If only he was a better man, because he knows like clockwork-

“I’m not keeping you bound to me, Levi. You have the choice to leave anytime you want.” 

“But you had the choice to stay and you didn’t. So don’t give me that bullshit.”

Erwin goes silent on the other line. Levi is afraid it might just hang up and never speak with him again – that has always been his greatest fear, because Erwin has a life outside of him but he doesn’t have one outside of Erwin.  

Levi laughs bitterly to himself, he wonders what could become of his and Zeke’s relationship but Levi can’t be dumb twice. Falling for the well put up narcissist with money. 

“Levi. I don’t want to fight with you.” Erwin says at last, “But I do have something important to ask you, have you heard of the Jäeger family, Levi?” 

“Yes.” Levi says, rolling his eyes. “Why?” 

Erwin clears his throat, “Oh Levi. Who was it you went on a date with last night?” 

Levi licks his lips tentatively. “Would you be mad if I said his last name is Jäeger?” 

~ 

Eren doesn’t sleep. He downs several energy drinks. He calls his best friend, Armin, at six am. 

His blond counterpart answers the phone in confusion, “Eren? What are you doing up this early?” 

Eren takes in a shaky breath. “My father think Zeke has gone AWOL and it doesn’t help he isn’t answering his fucking phone.” 

“Hold up,” Armin says, fully awake now, “what do you mean he’s gone AWOL? When was the last time you saw him?” 

“He said he was going on a date. So, dad and I took care of a rat last night, but when we got home Zeke wasn’t back yet.” Eren says on the verge of crying. He can’t help but think that Zeke lied about his date– maybe trying to undercut their father, the man is a stickler, or worse. “What if he’s dead, Armin? Dad seems to think he’s got some side deal going on. He hasn’t even used his card dad gave us in six days! If he was on a date wouldn’t he use his card?” 

“He could have used cash.” Armin supplies, “Do you want me to come over? At least until Zeke comes home.” 

“Would you, Armin?” Eren says. “Like my dad is so fucking pissed off right now. Even mom is avoiding him and she never does that.” 

“Oh shit.” Armin says. “I’ll be there in 20, Eren.” 

Armin is practically Eren’s brother. They grew up with each other, because their mom’s were good friends. They have been inseparable since, so of course Armin knows all about the family business. He also knows just how crazy Grisha Jäeger can be, when it involves his money or family. 

Armin, also having grown up with Zeke, sees him as an older brother. Eren has always been the troublemaker in the family, and Zeke has always been there to clean up his messes. Eren hopes he can do that for him now. That’s why he needs Armin more than ever– Armin is smart and a good talker, much like Zeke in that aspect. 

Armin arrives at 6:21 am. Eren let’s him into the house and they both sneak off to his room. Eren begged and begged to go with the search party but one look from his father made Eren hightail it back to his room. 

Before they go to Eren’s room, he takes a peek into his parents bedroom and his jaw drops. Zeke’s mom, Dina Fritz, stands there talking in hushed voices with his father and mother. 

“It’s just not like him.” Eren’s mom, Carla, says softly. “I don’t think he would do anything to go against your work, honey. He is a very respectful young man.” 

Dina glares at Grisha, from what Eren can see, “Zeke has always been the stellar son. Always trying to please you, Grisha. I don’t even know why this is such a big deal, he is nearly thirty for Christ sake.” 

Grisha’s expression darkens on his face. “He lied, Dina. He only lies when he knows he shouldn’t be doing something. Not to mention that day he and Eren disappeared for the night. He is obviously doing something.” 

Dina rolls her eyes. “That doesn’t mean he’s undercutting you.” 

“He hasn’t been using his card.” 

“Maybe he doesn’t want to be associated with blood money, Grisha. He is a medical doctor for fuck sakes. He can make honest money on his own now.”  

Grisha glares hard at the blonde woman. Eren has only met her a handful of times when he was younger. Zeke apparently had to split his time with their dad and her when he was a child. He can see why they didn’t work out– Dina is too headstrong and opinionated, two things his father absolutely hates in a woman. 

“Well who paid for his med school, Dina, because it sure as hell wasn’t you.” 

“Oh fuck you, Grisha.” Dina huffs angrily. “You’re the one being a paranoid bastard because our GROWN, our grown ass son isn’t coming home at a curfew you set for him. Why hasn’t he moved out yet, anyways, Grisha? Are you forcing him to stay under your roof?!”

Grisha pinches the bridge of his nose. “He has his own apartment, Dina. And my men already confirmed he isn’t at his apartment.” 

“Still doesn’t explain why you are getting so worked up over fucking nothing.” She snaps. 

Armin pulls on Eren’s sleeves. “Eren, let’s go to your room. Stop eavesdropping.” He mouths, pulling Eren’s arm. 

Eren and Armin wait in his room. 

Men in suits, in SUVs, coming in and out. A tall blond man in a nice suit comes inside and leaves two hours later. 

Eren realizes that he saw that man at the bar, talking with that stripper his brother liked. “Oh shit.” 

Armin looks at Eren confused. “What is it?” 

“That lawyer, Armin, I’ve seen him before.” 

Armin shakes his head. “Hasn’t he represented your father before? Ruthless man.” Armin licks his lips, Eren looks at him in surprise. “What? Mr Smith is fine as hell. And yes I know is his name because I actually listen to important details Eren.” 

Eren shakes his head. “Armin, that,” Eren lowers his voice, “gay strip club Zeke and I went to a few weeks ago. That man was there.” 

Armin’s face lights up. “So what I’m hearing is I have a chance? He talks to the young boys?” 

“Armin,” Eren groans. 

~

Zeke knows he’s fucked even before he pulls up. He parks his car in the garage. The muscles run around, sporadically. 

“Boss!” One of the calls out. 

“Ezekiel Jäeger!” His father yells, seething with anger. Zeke swallows harshly. His father stalks up to him, and smacks him across the face. “What the hell do you not understand about a 2 am curfew?! You nearly had your little brother in tears with your selfish bullshit, Ezekiel.” 

Zeke starts to dissociate, like he did when he was younger and his father got mad at him. He about to brush his father off, who the hell did this man think he was– yelling at Zeke for not coming home as if he’s a fucking teenager. 

Suddenly the wind is knocked from his lungs. He doubles over in pain. Another kick to the stomach, his rib cage, his groin. He curls in onto himself as the blows rain down harder. 

“Grisha!” Someone screams, Zeke thinks he might recognize that voice. “Grisha, stop it! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” 

A hand grips his hair, tearing strands out by the root, yanking him up to his knees. “Where the fuck were you, boy?!” His father spits in his face. “And don’t you fucking lie to me again!” 

“Honey,” a woman's voice says softly. It takes Zeke a minute to realize that it is Carla, his stepmom. “Stop it, you didn’t even let him explain where he was.” 

“Oh I know exactly where he was!” Grisha yells into Zeke’s ear. “How come you suddenly had a date when I brought up the rat within the ranks? Do you think I’m fucking stupid you fucking worthless piece of shit?!”

Tears fell from his eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about father.” He croaks, his lungs are burning. “I don’t even know who the rat was.” Zeke is fully crying at this point. No matter what he does, it is never enough for his father. 

“Bullshit.” Grisha says, pulling Zeke’s hair harder. “You never told Eren about this so-called date, you had. And there hasn’t been any activity on your cards for the past six days, Ezekiel.

“How fucking dumb do you think I am? And how fucking dumb are you, to undercut your own fucking father!? You are an ungrateful piece of shit.’ Grisha seethes. 

There’s a loud smack in the air. “Take your fucking hands off of my son, Grisha. I have no fucking problem calling the cops on your ass.” 

“Mommy?” He cries out pathetically. 

Someone– his mom– pulls Zeke into a hug. “It’s okay baby.  You're okay.” 

Zeke clings on to her desperately, sobbing harshly against her neck. “Grisha, what the actual fuck is wrong with you? You didn’t even give him a fucking chance to speak.” 

“Zeke honey, let’s go lay you down. I’ll bring you an ice pack.” Carla says, trying to be helpful. “Grisha, that level of violence, was completely unnecessary. And to do that to your own son? If you think that shit was okay, it wasn’t. Go sit your ass down on the couch.” 

Zeke can see his father’s shoes moving away from him. He can hear his footsteps echoing as he walks away. 

Zeke feels incredibly dizzy and he starts coughing violently, his chest screaming in pain whenever he moves. 

“Shit, we need to take him to the hospital.” His mom says in a panic. 

Everything goes black. 

~ 

Eren watched his dad beat the shit out of Zeke, in complete and utter horror. When Zeke falls unconscious after coughing up blood all he sees is red. 

“How could you do that?!” Eren screams at his father, he has always been the problem child– and seeing his big brother fall lifelessly into his own blood, makes Eren feel sick to his stomach. 

“He betrayed us, Eren. Just because your mother doesn’t realize that doesn’t mean you need to follow in her footsteps.” 

“Dad,” Eren takes a deep breath, “Zeke is gay. That’s probably why he didn’t say anything about where he was going and with whom. He loves you so much and you, you spit on him like he’s nothing. Like dirt on your boot. Fuck.” Eren wipes viciously at his eyes. “And don’t give me shit about liking men is wrong. If you can beat your son for no reason then Zeke can like dick or whatever he does.” 

“Eren,” Grisha says. 

“Dad, don’t. I can’t even look at you right now.” Eren bites out. He stomps out of the room. The image of Zeke falling helplessly to his knees as their father kicked him in rage makes tears blur his vision. “Armin, can you drive me to the hospital? I’ll have to ask which one they took too first.” 

Armin nods, grimly. “Of course, Eren. Let’s go.” 

~

Erwin is in his apartment, which feels wrong yet right at the same time. Levi makes some more tea, and serves it. 

“You shouldn’t involve yourself with the Jäeger family, Levi.” Erwin says after a few sips of tea. 

Levi abandons his tea and climbs into Erwin’s lap. “Are you jealous, Mr Smith?” Levi asks, batting his eyes and grinding down onto Erwin’s lap. “When’s the last time you go laid, Mr Smith?” 

His nostrils flare as he grips Levi’s waist to stop him. “Levi, I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you.” 

“And I’m trying to fuck.” 

“Levi,” Erwin deadpans. His grip was strong. “I need you to tell me you won’t involve yourself anymore.” 

“And if I do, will you fuck me?” 

Erwin sighs, “I know what kind of man you are, Levi. These aren’t the people to mess around with.” 

Levi leans in, licks the shell of Erwin’s ear, “and what kind of person am I, Win?” 

~ 

It takes days before Zeke wakes up in the hospital, hooked up to tubes ‘n shit. He tries moving but his entire body feels like it’s on fire, a burning pain sensation. He opens his eyes, blinding himself on the lights. He feels light headed. 

“Zekey, are you up?” A woman’s voice says in concern. He tries to place it but he has no idea. She takes her hand and rubs her face. “Oh my sweet, sweet baby. I am sorry.” 

“Mom?” Zeke croaks, voice dry from disuse. 

“I’m right here, baby.” His mother says, grabbing his hand. “You’re okay, sweetheart.” 

Zeke realizes he can’t see, everything is blurry. “My glasses. Where are they?” 

His mom moves, he can see her bright hair moving around her. “We will have to get you new ones. Carla found an old pair at the house for you.” She slides them on, which helps him see her better. It’s not perfect but it will do. 

His mom has a frown on her face and her blue eyes are bloodshot, as if she has been crying. Her hair is thrown up on top of her head in a messy bun. Zeke can’t remember the last time his mom wasn’t put together. He looks around – he is in the hospital, but he doesn’t remember why. 

“Why am I here?” Zeke says. His mom looks at him, her eyes full of concern and hurt. 

She swallows harshly, “Your father got it in his head you betrayed the organization. Betrayed him.” Her slender hand cups his cheeks. “When you got home, he lost his temper, baby.” 

Zeke closes his eyes, trying to blink back tears, but they fall anyway. “I didn’t betray him, though. Why would he even think that?” 

“Because you never told me you had a date, Zeke.” Eren says walking into the room. “And dad got it in his head that you didn’t want to deal with the rat because you were undercutting together.” 

“Where were you, honey?” His mom asks, her voice says on the verge of breaking. “I know you weren’t doing anything, but if you can tell me who you were with.” 

Zeke studies Eren, who has his shoulders hunched over and back plastered to the wall by the door. “I didn’t realize going out to have sex was a crime that gets you a hospital visit.” He seethes. His father losing his temper is one thing, something Zeke has come to live with, but Eren must have seen it too. That’s something Zeke never wants Eren to have to go through. 

“I tried telling him you wouldn’t lie about that, but when he checked you hadn't used your card, he got angry.” Eren says quietly. 

“I have my own fucking job!” Zeke screams, which causes him to move too fast. Pain licks its way through his body at the jostle. He looks to his mom, “Does he not realize I make my own fucking money? From my fucking job.” 

“I do realize that, Ezekiel.” Grisha says, standing by the door. Eren is rigid in his spot on the wall. “But you don’t make money like I do.” 

“Grisha!” His mom snaps at him. “I will have you ass thrown out of here if you think you are coming in here to fight with your fucking son, again!” 

“Dina, did Zeke tell you where he was? Because Eren didn’t know, and he tells Eren everything. You disappeared with Eren a few months ago and didn’t come home until well after one in the morning.” Grisha says. “So where were you, Ezekiel? What were you doing that you couldn’t answer your phone?!” 

Zeke closed his eyes. He thinks about Levi– the man’s eyes, his strong legs, those pouty lips. He doesn’t need his father knocking down Levi’s door down because he’s a fucking lunatic. 

“Well, Ezekiel, where the fuck were you?!” 

“I was having sex at a hotel. The nice one with the penthouse. I paid in cash that I got from my paycheck, because I wanted to be left alone for the night.” Zeke mumbles. 

His mom takes his hand again, rubbing soothing circles on his skin. “See Grisha. That’s completely normal.” 

“Why a hotel? Why not bring her back to the house? Or back to your apartment?” Grisha demands, impatiently. 

Eren looks like he might just pass out. 

“Him.” Zeke says quietly. His mother looks up at him. “My date was with a man.” 

Grisha looks to Eren. “So you weren’t lying to me, Eren. At least one of my sons can be honest. I’m shocked that it’s you, Eren.” 

Zeke looks at Eren, confused. He mouths, “I’m sorry.” 

A nurse comes in and is surprised to see Zeke awake. “Alright, everyone get out. I need to check over the patient.” 

Everyone leaves the room, including his mom. The nurse starts going over his chart, checks him over and gets him some water. 

“You had a pretty close call there. A piece of your rib broke and pierced your left lung. The surgery went well and the doctor is prescribing you oxytocin for the pain once you leave.” She says but then her face darkens and she takes a good look at his face. “You had bruises all over your body when you came in. Multiple cracked ribs, your left forearm was broken. I read over your chart, got the childhood medical records– is there something going on? We as a hospital have to report cases of abuse. I saw your father pay off the doctor, Mr Jäeger. I need to know if there’s anything you want to do.” 

Zeke can’t help himself, he starts sobbing. 

~ 

Levi hasn’t seen or heard from Zeke in weeks, which is a shame because he really had a good time that night in the hotel. Plus he’s cute, in a hairy puppy dog kind of way, just so eager to please his master. 

He stands outside in the back alley behind the club, smoking a cigarette. The door opens, Levi looks at the source of the sound. “Hey, blondie.” 

Reiner smiles. “I have a feeling you call every blond man you see ‘blondie’.” 

Levi scoffs. “Were you expecting a unique nickname?” He says, taking another drag of his cigarette. 

“I thought you quit.” Reiner says, gesturing to the cancer stick in Levi’s hand. 

“Ah,” Levi says. “I did. But now I’m smoking again. You stay the fuck away from this shit, Reiner. It’s a nasty habit as it is a leech to the brain.” 

The kid holds his hands up in surrender. “I wouldn’t dream of that.” 

“That’s good to hear.” Levi says, blowing the smoke at the ground. “Is there something you need, blondie?” 

“That brunette is back.” He says sheepishly. “The high roller or whatever.” 

“So why the hell are you keeping an old man like me company? Go shake your dick in his face or something.” Levi scoffs. 

“He asked to see you.” Reiner says, a scowl on his face. “They always want you. Even as an old man.” 

Levi bristles. “Did you tell him I’m not interested in children? Or brunettes for that matter.” 

Reiner nods. “He said he doesn’t want a dance.” 

“Fuck.” Levi sighs. “Did he mention what he wanted from me?” 

Reiner doesn’t look Levi in the eye. “No. Um, I don’t think he did.” 

Rolling his eyes, Levi says, “Alright, alright.” He kills his cigarette, pocketing the bud. Reiner opens the door and they go back into the locker room. Reiner looks nervous as fuck, which isn’t good. Levi hopes that boy was over 18, for Reiner’s sake. 

Reiner leads them over to the bar of the club. At the bar, the young brunette sat with hunched shoulders and a tall, brunette man standing right next to him. The man that is standing has a new brand suit– something Levi’s taken Erwin out of quite a few times– and a nice trench coat. 

“Good evening, gentlemen.” Levi says smoothly, sliding in the seat next to the seated brunette. “What can I do for ya?” 

“This is the one, Eren?” The standing man says. He crowds himself in Levi’s space. “How old are you, young man? 20? 19?” 

Levi clicks his tongue in annoyance, this man breathing down his neck. “Try 34, sugar.” Levi says without turning around to look at the man. 

“30 fucking 4? Jesus Christ, you’re brother is so incompetent that he can’t even score on of the young ones.” The man laughs. It's disgusting, a ‘I think I’m better than you’ kinda laugh. “Jesus fuck. Alright, what’s your name?” 

Levi thinks back to the conversation he had with Erwin a few weeks ago: 

“I was being serious, Levi. You don’t want to stay involved with that family.” Erwin says, laying down naked in Levi’s bed. 

“Uh-huh.” Levi says. 

“Levi.” Erwin gives him a look. Levi calls it the disappointed dad look. 

“I ain’t one of your fucking kids, so don’t fucking look at me like that.” Levi huffs. “Plus it’s already too late. You know I already fucked around with on of the Jäeger boys.” 

Erwin's eyes widened in shock, “I know that and I’m telling you to not see him again. This isn’t about me or him, this is about you keeping yourself safe.” 

Levi pouts, cuddling against Erwin’s naked chest, “But I liked the blond one I fucked, two nights ago. And you know damn well I can take care of myself.” 

Erwin still has a frown on his face. “Levi, you don’t understand what kind of man, Grisha Jäeger is.” 

He shakes his head. “I don’t, but it’s a good thing I fuck around with a really good criminal defense lawyer. Do you think you could get someone off for murder, ’Win?” 

Erwin’s blue eyes hardened in anger. “That’s not funny, Levi.” 

“And I wasn’t joking.” 

The man is breathing heavily on his neck. Levi sighs, “If you boys don’t want a dance or something, I’m gonna go. I have money to make tonight.” 

The man blocks him in, his chest against Levi’s back. “Now, now I asked you a question.” 

“I only answer questions that are asked by paying customers.” Levi says swiftly. “Now I ask that you don’t waste my time.” 

The man laughs again and his son keeps his face down, staring at his drink. “Awe, aren’t you a pretty little thing? Has no one taught you manners?

“You are going to stay the fuck away from my boys. Do you understand me?” The man growls in his ear. “Because if you don't, everyone you love and care about is in danger.” 

Levi rolls his eyes. “Is that all? I take it you found out your son’s a faggot. But why are you so mad? Is he only allowed to suck daddy‘s dick?” Levi says coldly. He can feel the aggravated huffs of the man’s chest. 

“My son is not-” He stutters in his rage. 

“Look, man,” Levi turns his body to face him, “I know who you are and I really don’t care. You’re in a fucking strip club accusing a stripper of shit while not paying. I really don’t give a fuck. Have a nice night.” Levi gets up and pushes past the man. 

“You just made the best mistake of your life.” The man growls. 

Levi spins on his heels, stalks over to the man and smashes his fucking head into the bar. “Grisha, I was trying to be fucking civil.” Levi snarls, pulling the man to his height. His eyes wide in surprise. His son looks just as shocked. “But let me motherfucking tell you what, you do not come into my place of fucking work because you don’t know how to be a fucking father. This is a fucking gay strip club, for fuck sake’s. It’s advertised well. People don’t stumble in here by accident. 

“So do not come in here acting a fool. Do not come in here thinking your going to fucking threaten me, old man.” Levi shouts in his face. He knows, now at least, he doesn’t have to tell him his name. He knows exactly who he is just from his actions alone. “Now, if you’re not here for entertainment, Get. The. Fuck. Out.” 

Levi let’s the man go and steps back. Everyone in the bar has their eyes on him. Levi turns to the kid, Eren he remembers his name, “And kid, nobody likes a fucking snitch. Does daddy know what you were doing here with your brother? When you came in?” 

Eren visibility pales, looks like he’s going to be violently sick. He shakes his head aggressively. “I wasn’t- I didn’t-” 

Levi doesn’t stay around to hear the kid’s stammering excuses. He goes to the back and starts getting dressed to leave; he is too pissed off to deal with customers tonight. He checks his phone and he has a message from a new number. 

‘ Can I see you?’ 

‘This is Zeke, by the way’ 

Levi bites his lip. He did really enjoy his time with Zeke. He likes Zeke a lot– not as much as Erwin, but Levi has already expected this as fact. Levi texts him back. 

‘ And how do I know this isn’t some sick trap your daddy made’ 

~ 

Zeke has been staying at his apartment, not on speaking terms with his father – when was he ever on speaking terms with that man?– or his brother Eren. After waking up to find out that Eren outed him, that hurt more than his father’s physical blows. He has a cast on his left arm, and gauze with bandages on his chest. 

The first week after he got discharged from the hospital, he slept most of the time. His mom stayed with him, dotting on him in a way that hasn’t happened since he was five. When he was up, his mind always wondered to Levi– his eyes, his body, his voice. 

He didn’t have the courage to text him. He asked his mom to go out and switch his phone and number. His father tried to have muscles watch over him but thankfully his mom sent them away. He hasn’t told anyone about the number and phone change yet. He doesn’t think he will. 

His face is still bruised, as well as his body but he misses Levi. He doesn’t want Levi to think he is not playing the game anymore. He texts the man and waits. When he gets Levi’s response, his blood is boiling. 

‘No. Why?’ 

‘Here’s my address. Will you come?’ 

Zeke waits, messing with his cast. Levi texts him, ‘ I’m on the way.’ 

Zeke gets up from the couch and walks to his bedroom. A single glance in the mirror makes him want to cry. He shakes his head and goes to his closet. It takes a few seconds to calm himself down before he grabs a pair of sweatpants and a new t- shirt. He leaves the closet, pulling his clothes off and puts the new ones on. Zeke can’t be bothered to take a shower– it’s too much work with the cast. 

Fifteen minutes go by, Levi is brought up. The man looks just as good as the last time he saw him. He’s in purple sweatpants and layers of coats. He looks so small, drowning in all that fabric. 

Taking a deep breath, Zeke opens the door. “Hey,” he greets Levi who stops in the doorway. “Uh, come in.” 

Levi comes in and shuts the door. He looks Zeke up and down. “Zeke, what the hell happened?” He steps up to him. Subconsciously, Zeke flinches– possibly afraid of getting hit again, he doesn’t really know. “Oh, Zeke.” Levi says gently. He pulls him in a hug. 

A shuddering breath escapes him while trying to hold back tears. “I wanted to call you or see you, um, but I got held up.” Zeke says, his heart hammering in his chest. “I’m sorry I didn’t come see you. I wanted to but-” 

“Zeke, let’s sit down.” Levi says, pulling back to lead him to his couch. 

~

Everything that Levi prepared to say to Zeke on his way over flew out the window the second he saw the man. 

His blond hair is long and unkempt. His beard is untrimmed and rough looking. There is a huge bruise on his left cheek – yellow and purple, so Levi knows it’s old. The most shocking thing is the cast on his left arm. 

Levi pushes him gently to sit on the couch in his living room. His winces in discomfort and most likely pain. Levi holds his hand. “Zeke, what happened? Did you get jumped?” Levi asks, unable to disguise his concern and anger about his appearance. 

Zeke laughs bitterly. “I pissed off my dad, going out all those weeks ago.” He pauses, “he thought I betrayed him, so yeah.” 

“He didn’t do this because you’re gay?” Levi asks softly. He isn’t normally the man to handle other people's emotions well. His job has taught him a lot in this area, but he’s never had a client look so roughed up. Factoring the visit he got tonight from the bastard, Levi might have to call in a few favors. 

Zeke shakes his head no. “No,” Zeke whispers. Tears brim his eyes, “I don’t know, Levi. I just understand why he hates me so much.” He sobs. Levi pulls into an awkward hug. “And I know you probably don’t want to deal with this shit and I’m sorry, Levi. I really am.” Levi tightens his arms around him but freezes when he feels something under Zeke’s shirt. 

He lets Zeke cry as he carefully lifts up the back of his shirt. Sure enough there are bandages wrapping around Zeke’s body. “It’s okay, Zeke. Everything is going to be okay.” 

~ 

After a certain point, Eren stops calling his big brother. They haven’t talked since he got out of the hospital, nearly a month ago now. He wants to go to his apartment, but his mom says that he needs time and space. 

His father made him go back to the strip club tonight, in hopes to get some information from the supposed date Zeke had. That didn’t go too well, so now they're sitting in the back of their SUVs with a bodyguard driving. His father is on the phone. 

“Mr Smith, thank you for answering so late.” His father says in a hushed tone. Eren swallows harshly, because whatever his dad is planning to do Eren has a hard time believing Mr Smith will be on board. “You see I have a problem that I need help with, do you think you can get me off for murder, Mr Smith?” 

Eren can hear the man laugh on the phone and say something. 

His father frowns. “Oh no, not a rat this time it’s a whore.” 

Eren leans in, listening carefully. Mr Smith is laughing again but it sounds different – hollow and fake. His father looks at Eren with a raised brow. Eren quickly goes back into his seat. If only Mr Smith knew who his dad was talking about – Eren remembers seeing them when he and Zeke had left so obviously there’s something going on there. 

“Dad, where are we going?” Eren asks, not recognizing the landmarks. 

Grisha sighs. “It’s time I taught you a lesson, Eren. Sometimes, when people get in the way you cut them down. But to do that you need someone’s name. 

“The stripper knew my name back there but refused to give me his. It’s important we find out who he is.’ 

“Why?” Eren asks, “What are you planning to do?” 

“To kill him.” He says simply. 

“And you think you’ll get away with it?” Eren squeaks, heart racing. Mr Smith wouldn’t agree to this– unless that stripper was just talking to him. 

Grisha glares at him. “You have doubts, Eren? Is there something you know that I don’t?” 

“This feels like a trick question.” 

~ 

Levi starts ringing, which startles Zeke who fell asleep on Levi’s chest. “Sorry, sorry. I have to take this. I’ll be right back okay?” Levi says when Zeke blinks his blue eyes at him. He nods his head and Levi slips off the couch, making sure he’s comfortable. 

He goes into the bathroom and answers the phone. “Hello?” 

“Levi,” Erwin says, his voice is smooth and cold. “Where are you?” 

“Um, shit.” Levi says, guiltily. “Would you believe me if I said I was at work?”

“No.” 

Levi nods his head. He grips the sink in the bathroom. “Why are you calling me Erwin?” 

“Why didn’t you tell me Grisha came to see you today?” Erwin says. He sounds apathetic, like he couldn’t care less about what he’s saying. But Levi knows him. 

“I didn’t think it was an issue, Erwin.” Levi sighs. “But don’t tell me you call me out of jealousy or something, because that is lame as hell Erwin.” 

“Grisha is putting a hit on you, Levi.” Erwin says. “I just got off the phone with him, so tell me where you are and I’ll come get you.” 

Levi’s heart fucking stops in his chest. “ ‘Win, how do you know? I mean why would he care that much?” 

Erwin sighs on the phone. “Levi, you have to understand something. Grisha Jäeger is not a smart man, he just has a lot of money and good lawyers- 

“You. He has you.” Levi cuts him off. 

Erwin chuckles humorlessly, “Exactly. He doesn’t think Zeke is gay. That is all a cover up for you two’s side operation. And you are his partner.” 

“Fuck, ‘Win.” Levi groans. “I swear to god we just had sex. Do I gotta film me sucking his cock or something?” 

“I really don’t know, Levi. And I don’t want to have to find out. So please tell me where you are? I’ll pick you up myself and I have a guest bedroom you can stay in.” 

Levi takes a deep breath, counting down from ten. “You know damn well I’m not stepping a foot into your home, Erwin. Not where you keep your little perfect family. And what about Zeke, hm? Are you seriously going to defend that man if he kills his own kid?” 

“Levi,” Erwin says, expelling a harsh breath. 

“You’d take his money, wouldn’t you, Erwin? You wouldn’t do that, Erwin, please.” Levi huffs out, tears falling from his eyes. He thinks of how pathetic Zeke looks right now, how hurt he is– emotionally not just physically. Hot tears fall from his eyes. Not once during their entire relationship has Levi been left feeling so disgusted by this man. “What happened to fighting for justice, ‘Win? Helping out the little guys. Does that not pay the bills well enough for you?!” 

Erwin sighs expressively, defeated. “Levi, I would do it if that meant you were safe. I mean, I can’t help Zeke Jäeger. He should have come clean before all–

“No.” Levi says shaking his head, “you don’t get to fucking talk like that, Erwin. You’re 40 fucking years old going to a gay strip club, behind your wife’s back, so you can bust a fucking nut. You don’t have any fucking right to say, Zeke should have just come out when you fucking won’t!” He’s yelling, and he’s so fucking pissed off right now. 

Apparently, Erwin is the worst of the two of them. Wiping hand across his face, Levi falls to his knees. “Levi,” Erwin says softly. “Please. I am begging you.” 

“Erwin, you lost the right to tell me what to do when you chose a woman over me.” Levi wry chuckles. “I have no idea why I stayed with you for so long. I know you aren’t going to leave your wife, so why do I even bother?

“It’s because I love you, Erwin. I have loved you for ten years, maybe even longer. But if you are saying that you are willing to defend an abusive piece of shit. I can’t. I won’t, Erwin. Goodbye, Erwin.” Levi says, then he hangs up the phone. 

He stands up on shaky legs and leaves the bathroom. He goes back into the living room to find Zeke sitting up, awake. 

“Hey,” Zeke says. “Was it bad?” 

Levi laughs, tears streaking down his cheeks. “I definitely could have been better. But apparently I’m a dealer of sorts. At least that’s what your daddy seems to think.” 

Zeke groans, miserably. “The man is a fucking psycho. He just doesn’t know when to fucking stop.” 

“No fucking kidding.” Levi says. Zeke yawns widely and winces as he stretches. “Let’s get you in bed, pretty boy. You look tired as hell.” 

~ 

Even though he’s still in pain, having Levi here with him made things more bearable. Levi being there also has started affecting his libido. He has OxyContin for the pain but he doesn’t take them– he hates how drugs make feel. 

Levi helps him shower, change his bandages and get dressed in the morning. He makes breakfast and tea in the kitchen then serves them on the couch. Zeke thinks that he could love this man, if he doesn’t already. 

“You know, you don’t have to do this.” Zeke says, after Levi’s been at his apartment for a week. “This isn’t something people do for someone you fucked once.” 

Levi looks at him. “We definitely fucked more than once, pretty boy. And what can I say? I’m a sucker for a broken baby bird.” 

Zeke blushes, and shoves a big bite of waffle into his mouth. “Well thank you, anyways, Levi.” 

“I’m honestly surprised your father hasn’t come busting down the door yet.” Levi says, drinking his tea. “Speaking of fucking, are you for something fun, pretty boy?” 

Levi’s words go straight to his cock, which is visible in his gray sweatpants. Levi has a smug look on his beautiful face. “Would you believe me if I said no?” Zeke asks, embarrassed. He honestly had debated on jerking off while Levi was in the shower or asleep, but he remembered the game. He wants to keep playing with Levi as long as he’ll have him. 

Levi laughs softly into his cup. “I wouldn’t, but I would respect your decision either way.” 

“Alright.” Zeke hums in satisfaction. He clears his plate– Levi is a very good cook. Levi takes his plate to the sink for him and washes the dishes. “Levi, are we still playing the game?” He says when he comes back from the kitchen. 

“We can be.” Levi purrs softly in Zeke’s ear. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed your cock.” 

Zeke closes his eyes, moaning from the back of his throat at Levi’s words. Levi sinks to his knees, Zeke feels him steadying himself on his thighs. Zeke spreads his legs to make room for the small man. Levi starts mouthing at his cock through the material of his sweatpants. “Hm, ah.” Zeke says breathlessly. He has been imagining Levi between his legs since the last time they hooked up. Obviously things got complicated but Zeke doesn’t really want to think about that. 

“Fuck,” Levi whispers against his cock. “You have such a nice cock, pretty boy. So good for me.” He pushes the sweatpants down, freeing his cock. “You’re so amazing, Zeke. So good, and I need you to know that.” He says, then he swallows Zeke’s cock whole. 

“Fuck, Levi!” He gasps and moans. Tears prick at his eyes. “Ah, shit your mouth feels so good.” 

Levi picks up the pace, sucking and swallowing around Zeke’s cock, the sounds absolutely obscene. Levi pulls off just as Zeke’s balls tighten. “You are really a good man, Zeke. You listen so well. You indulge me so fucking well. You really are a good boy–” he says, jerking Zeke’s cock in his hand. “You are so good, Zeke. So fucking perfect.” 

Levi’s words pierce through Zeke’s heart. Hearing the praise from Levi is pushing him closer to the edge. “Can I cum? Please, Levi, can I cum?” 

Levi groans, holding the base of Zeke’s cock firmly in his hands. He looks up from his spot on the floor, “Good boys, can always cum, especially when they ask so nicely.” Levi says, then swallows the tip of Zeke’s cock again. Tonguing at his slick, Levi moans around Zeke’s cock head. 

“Fuck, Levi!” Zeke cries desperately and then he cums so hard down Levi’s throat. The small man doesn’t let a drop fall on the floor. Zeke’s heart is beating fast and his breathing is uneven as he tries to calm his nerves from his first orgasm in weeks. 

Levi comes off of his cock, tucking him back in his sweatpants and licking his lips. He stands up from the ground and plops himself next to Zeke on the couch. Zeke watches as he audibly swallows. Zeke leans his head on Levi’s shoulder and Levi mindlessly starts running his fingers through Zeke’s hair. 

 “ I want you to know that I meant it when I said you are amazing, pretty boy,” Levi says after a few minutes of silence. “I just get the feeling you don’t get to hear it a lot.” 

Tears fall from Zeke’s eyes. “I don’t, no.” He says, voice cracking. “Thank you, Levi. You’re a really good person.” 

Levi snorts at that, fingers twirling a piece of Zeke’s hair around his finger. “Hm, I think I might have to disagree with you there, but we both don’t have to be good people, Zeke.” He kisses Zeke's forehead. “You became a surgeon, why?” 

“Huh? Oh, because I wanted to help people.” 

“That’s exactly my point, pretty boy.” Levi says gently, wrapping his arms gently around Zeke’s frame. 

~ 

Eren comes to Zeke's apartment, worried that he’s still mad but worse is what his father is planning. He goes to knock but freezes, through the window by the door Eren has a perfect side view of the living room. His brother isn’t alone, there’s that man from the strip club again… in between his brother’s legs on the floor. 

Eren wants to pull them apart and beat the man silly, preying on his brother when he is so obviously in a delicate state. His anger grows as the man– who is a lot shorter out of his heels– gets on the couch and his brother rests on him like he’s comfortable. His brother is basically falling asleep in the man’s arms. 

Eren knocks on the door loudly, scaring his brother but the stripper doesn’t look startled at all. He calms his brother down and gets up from the couch. He disappears down the hallway, only to come back with a blanket and lay it over Zeke’s frame. 

The man walks over to the door and cracks it open. “Can I help you, kid?” He says smoothly, not an ounce of fear in his voice. Eren thinks about the gun his father gave him, sitting in the waistband of his jeans. 

“Actually you can, what are you doing in my brother’s apartment?!” Eren growls, “No better yet where is my brother?” 

Eren knows he’s on the couch but he’s testing this man, just like his father taught him. He keeps a hand behind his back, hovering over the gun. 

The man looks Eren up and down with a sneer. “Zeke said he’s not and doesn’t want to talk to ya.” He leans back again, obviously listening to whatever his brother is telling him. “My bad, he said he doesn’t want to fucking talk to ya or seeing your fucking face anytime soon, so scram.” 

The man shuts the down in his face and deadbolts it. Eren watches as the man goes to the couch again, helping his brother up. He looks a lot better since that day in the hospital but Eren knows he should be the one taking care of his brother not some fucking stripper. 

 ~ 

Levi doesn’t call him first, because he is still pissed at him but he goes to Erwin’s house. This house has been something past down in the family and it is fucking huge. Levi remembers when his dad died and gave Erwin the keys and paperwork. That had been the first Levi had ever seen the man speechless. 

It’s a Sunday, and like any good family the Smith’s go to church. Levi sees Erwin’s car still in the driveway, which means one of two things: he actually went to church with his family or he stayed behind because of “work”. Levi parks across the street and gets out. 

“Stay in here, pretty boy. Keep your hood up, sunglasses on and the music loud.” Levi instructed. “I’m going to be right back. Don’t follow me inside.” 

Zeke nods his head in understanding. “Levi, can I ask you who’s house this is?” 

“A fucking narcissistic blond lawyer. You probably know him.” Levi says coldly. 

Zeke looks unsure, and slightly confused. “But how do you know him?” 

“We go way back, unfortunately. Be good and stay here.” Levi says, shutting his door and keeping his face visible. That way people are less suspicious. He is in a simple green crew neck – that technically belongs to Erwin– and some baggy jeans. He made sure to park the car that wasn't visible at first glance. 

He walks up causally to the door and grabs the door knocker, lifting it and hits it against the oak wood three times. He waits slouched in the shadows. Erwin opens the door, still in silk pyjama pants and a tight white under shirt. His hair is unkempt. He pokes his head out, confused, and Levi, feeling pity for the man, steps into view. 

“Levi?” He says in surprise. “I wasn’t expecting you.” 

“That was the point, because I’m still mad at you. Wife and kids home?” Levi says, arms across his chest. 

“No, they’re at church.” Erwin says, rubbing the back of his neck guiltily. “You can come in, Levi.” 

Levi shakes his head. “Uh, I came here to ask if the offer was still on the table. Is it, Erwin?” 

His eyes soften, and a small smile appears on his face. Levi’s heart lurches in his chest, this is a look Levi knows is reserved for him. “Of course, Levi. I can have a spare room made up for you.” 

“Thank you, Erwin.” Levi says, still standing outside. Erwin tilts his head. 

“You aren’t just being all cutesy, Levi. What did you do?” Erwin says, his face back to the flat bored expression he always wears. 

“I have something in the car. A hurt puppy, sorta. And I have to go get it.” Levi says, taking a step back. “And you already said I can stay so no take backs. Always a man of your word, Smith.” 

Erwin groans, rubbing a hand across his face in exasperation. “Goddamn it, Levi.” 

“Erwin, don’t say the lord's name in vain,” Levi smirks. “It’s Sunday.” 

~

Zeke waits in the car. Playing the music loud– but not too loud that would make his head hurt. He scrolls through Levi’s playlist – a lot of The Weekend, Lana Del Ray and Cardi B on there. 

He plays The Hills by the Weekend, remembering the night he first met Levi and he played this song. Zeke is almost asleep when Levi comes back. 

“Come on, pretty boy, you can sleep in a real bed soon.” Levi says gently, unbuckling his seatbelt. Levi packed a single trunk of things they might need during their stay. He gets that out and comes back to help Zeke walk. 

It probably takes longer than it should to get to the door. Zeke would feel bad about that, but he’s too busy looking at the structure of the house – which is fucking huge, but leave to Levi to know another rich asshole. The yard is well maintained and very homely, which is something Zeke could never picture before. 

A tall blond man stands in the doorway of the front door. He has to be in his late thirties-early forties, but he looks good. Zeke looks down at Levi, this little menace definitely has a type. 

The closer they got, the more Zeke noticed this man looks like a fucking Greek God– defined muscles, a chiseled jawline, eyes brighter and paler than the sky. “How do you know this man again, Levi?” Zeke whispers, confused and nervous. 

Levi keeps walking slowly, supporting his weight. “He’s a lawyer.” He says, carefully. “I met him when he was in law school.” 

“He’s hot.” Zeke says absent mindedly. “Sorry, that’s probably rude to say to you.” 

Levi hums. “Nah, it’s fine really. He’s the type of man that wants the picture perfect family, but goes behind everyone’s back to get pleasure.” 

Zeke is confused about that but the man is coming to greet them now. 

He has a tight lipped smile, but his eyes are indifferent. “Levi, why the hell did you bring a person with you?” 

“Zeke, can you stand on your own?” Levi asks, ignoring the Greek God. Zeke nods timidly. “Okay. Sit on the trunk for a second.” Zeke sits down and Levi pulls away. 

He faces the blond man, his back to Zeke but Zeke has a clear view of the taller man’s face. “That is not a puppy, Levi.” 

Levi laughs, his whole body shaking. “No, but he listens and is potty trained.” 

The man scowls, and still manages to look hot. “Levi. How the hell am I supposed to explain this to my wife? To my kids?” 

Levi scoffs. “That’s your problem.” Levi snaps. He looks over his shoulder at Zeke. “Take your hoodie off. Show the man. He’s become more of  a visual learner in his old age.” 

Zeke does as he’s told, unzipping the hoodie he is wearing– which, like most of his wardrobe, is tan. He is wearing a tank top, which is showing bandages and bruises. He pulls the hoodie all the way off exposing his cast. 

Levi claps his hands together as the tall man looks him over. “This is what your client did to his own flesh and blood. I mean as a father , Erwin, you should be more sympathetic.” 

The man– Erwin’s eyebrow twitches, “Did you come here to piss me off, Levi?” 

Levi walks up to him, a hand going over the man’s heart. Zeke isn’t sure he likes seeing Levi touching another man but he keeps that to himself. 

“No,” Levi says, dragging his hand down Erwin’s chest. “But I felt I wasn’t getting my point across to you so I brought the point to you. Ain’t I just the nicest, ‘Win?” Levi turns on his heels and comes over to Zeke again. “Now let’s get you inside and in bed. You should be resting.

“Erwin, you can lead the way.” Levi says, waving the man forward with his hand. 

~ 

Erwin takes the trunk and shows them to their room, far away from the children – which Levi is thankful for, he isn’t really to play nice with Erwin’s brats. He gets Zeke in bed, because the man looks like he’s about to pass out. “You sleep, okay? I’ll come up when his family comes home.” Levi says to Zeke who is seconds from being asleep. He presses a kiss on his forehead and quietly leaves the room. 

Levi makes his way down to the kitchen, which he hasn’t been in for a long ass time. Erwin is seated at the kitchen counter, working. “I made some tea. Earl Grey, a teaspoon of sugar.” He says, not looking up from his computer. 

Levi takes the mug for the stove and takes a sip. He loves when Erwin makes him tea, always has, since that man has always had the finer taste for things in life. He spends a shit ton of money on tea, even though Levi knows nobody in his house actually drinks it. “Thank you, Erwin.” Levi says after a pregnant pause, soaking in the tea Erwin made for him. “Are you mad at me!” 

He stops typing to look up at him. He is wearing his damn thick framed glasses, which makes him look extra smart and hot. “I want to be Levi. But I was the one who offered my home to you.” 

Levi nods in agreement. “You did do that. What are you going to tell your wife?” 

“I thought you didn’t care.” Erwin says, raising an eyebrow. 

Levi shrugs. “I thought I didn’t, Erwin. But I do, because I don’t want to hurt you.” 

He looks grim, swallowing audibly. “I appreciate that Levi.” The look on his face tells Levi exactly what he won’t say. Unlike how I hurt you. “She’s a stay-at home mom, that is fucking her fitness coach. I hardly have to explain anything to her.” 

“Why did she call me, accusing you of cheating with me?” Levi says without a thought. 

Erwin sighs, and closes his laptop. “In her words, I have been distant and coming home late from work. One of her mom friends got recently divorced and had been telling her all the signs of a cheating spouse.” 

Levi takes another drink of his tea. “Is it cheating if you were with me first?” 

He takes a deep breath. “Yes. But like you told me over the phone, I did this shit to myself.” Erwin says. 

“You did.” Levi looks to the floor. It is weird how everything still looks the same after god knows how long. “Erwin, do you love your wife? … I mean like in a ‘I love two separate people’ kind of way.” 

Erwin turns his head, looking around to make sure they are alone, Levi assumes. “I do not.” 

“Then why did you marry her?” Levi asks, voice breaking. Erwin gets up, walks over to Levi and pulls him against his chest. “Why, ‘Win? Why wasn’t I enough?” 

“Fuck, Levi.” Erwin is crying too, Levi can hear it in his voice. “I’m so sorry.” 

Levi shakes his head, thumping against the man’s chest. “No you’re not. But I finally found someone more broken than me that I can fix, that I can help. And I’m not you, I won’t leave him high and dry, ‘Win. I can’t.” 

With his voice breaking, “You are a good man, Levi. A kind man. I never deserved your love.” 

Levi chuckles pathetically, “But I gave it to you anyways.” 

“Honey? We’re home!” A woman’s voice echoes through the house. Levi rips himself away from Erwin so fast it makes his head spin. 

“Daddy, Daddy!” Children’s voices scream happily. Levi takes his half drunken tea and leaves the kitchen altogether. He can hear the pattering of little feet on the floor. “Daddy, why are you crying?” 

“Are you hurt, Daddy?” 

“Mommy, mommy. Daddy’s hurt!” 

Levi can hear the children cry at the state of emotional distress they found their father in. Levi wipes his eyes with the palm of his hand. 

“Honey?” His wife– Marie, says in her sickeningly sweet voice. If Levi didn’t know better he might think she actually loved him, but Erwin was born with a silver spoon and that woman married him because of his money. 

It was the same reason Levi was attracted to him, at first. 

“Are you okay? Did something happen while we were gone?” 

Erwin clears his throat– Levi knows he’s standing there looking pathetic. “I’m fine. It’s just work.” 

Levi goes back to the room. Zeke is sound asleep in the bed. Levi slips in next to him, and the younger man smothers Levi’s body with his. Levi falls into a dreamless sleep. 

~ 

The room Erwin offered is on the other side of the kitchen, where nobody is allowed because “daddy’s study is over here” according to Erwin. Nobody knows they are here. Thankfully there’s a bathroom connected to the room and Erwin’s study is just down the hall. 

Levi wakes up when the sun is setting, but Zeke is still fast asleep. He still sleeps more than not these days, his body needing the rest to heal. Erwin comes up around seven, with food. He brought grilled chicken, cesar salad and some garlic bread. 

“I wasn’t sure if you’d be hungry, but I brought some food anyway.” Erwin whispers softly, not trying to wake up Zeke. Zeke is still holding Levi around his waist as Levi sits in the bed. 

“Thank you, Erwin.” 

“I can rest easy knowing you're safe.” 

Erwin leaves. Levi splits the food up and gently wakes Zeke up. “Hey, sleepyhead, it's time to eat dinner.” 

“Huh?” Zeke mumbles, blinking the sleep for his eyes. “Oh shit did I sleep all day again?” 

“Yeah, but that’s fine. We did a lot of moving around.” Levi says. Picking up a fork he puts some chicken and salad on it. “Here, have a bite of food.” 

Zeke takes it with no questions or complaints. Levi feeds him until his plate is cleared then he works on his own. He stays holding him until he gets up to take a piss. 

“Hey, Levi, this is probably an inappropriate question but have you ever fucked in front of a mirror?” Zeke asks, limping back to bed, wearing only his tank top– pants and underwear discarded somewhere in the room. “Cause I think I could be really hot.” 

“Now what brought this through on, pretty boy?” Levi says teasing. 

“There’s a huge fucking mirror in the bathroom. And a huge tub.” Zeke explains easily. 

“I don’t think you’re ready for bathroom sex just yet.” Levi says, getting up and closing the bedroom door. He pulls back a sheet that is on the wall. “But mirror sex is hot, just like you, blondie.” 

“Oh shit. Has that always just been there?” Zeke says in awe. 

“Yeah. Usually it’s covered though. Tall blond is superstitious.” Levi opens the trunk at the door of the bed and pulls out condoms and lube, throwing them on the bed. 

Levi crawls on to the bed. “You want to play a game with me, pretty boy?” 

Zeke nods and whispers a quiet, “yes.” 

Levi smiles, which is hard to see in the darkness of the room. The only light is coming from the bathroom. “You have to be extra quiet tonight. We don’t want to be rude guests.” 

Levi leans down and kisses him, mindful of his injuries. “Can you seat up for me, Zeke?” 

“Yeah, but I am going to need help.” Zeke says, blushing. Levi helps him into a seated position in the center of the bed, the mirror in clear view of Zeke's sight. Levi smirks, “I want you to take the lube, put some on your fingers and finger me tonight. Get me nice and loose for your fat cock.” 

Zeke bites his lip to stifle a moan. Levi gets him the lube and squirts some on his fingers. Zeke rubs his fingers together to warm it up. Levi throws his pants off and pulls his shirt off. 

Levi watches as Zeke oogles his body. The younger blond man licks his lips, eyes blown wide in lust. Zeke circles two of his fingers on Levi’s hole before pushing them in. “Ah, fuck. Are you impatient, tonight?” Levi moans softly. “It’s alright if you are. You have been such a good boy for me. Acting so good in front of ‘Win. Shit, pretty boy.” 

Zeke fucks his fingers in and out of Levi’s hole. He adds another after a few minutes. “It’s been so long, Levi, so fucking long. You feel so good squeezing my fingers, I want to feel you on my cock. Please can I feel you around my cock?” 

“Shush, shush, shush.” Levi hushes. “Such a good boy using your manners.” Levi rips open a condom with his teeth, then blindly rolls it on Zeke aching cock. “I want you to watch what I’m doing in the mirror behind me, can you do that for me?” 

Zeke nods quickly and Levi decided he’s tortured Zeke long enough. He pushes down onto Zeke cock, making his breath leave him. Levi isn’t stretched enough for Zeke’s size, but he doesn’t really give a shit. He takes inch by inch until Zeke’s entire cock is deep in his ass. Levi rocks his hips gently, coming up and out at a slow pace, not wanting to hurt Zeke. 

Zeke’s eyes are transfixed on the mirror behind Levi, his eyes glassy with lust. “Do you like what you see, pretty boy? My ass is eating up your fat delicious cock. Fuck you’re so good to me, baby, so good.” Levi whispers in his ear. 

Zeke is panting and moaning quietly, trying not to be loud. “Levi, Levi can I cum, please? I really wanna cum.” 

Levi nods his head. Zeke cock is pulsing and hot on his walls, it feels so good. Levi takes him to the base as he cums right against his prostate, in the condom. Zeke groans desperately. “Levi, can I take a picture of this please? Fuck you look so good from behind.” 

Levi hands him his phone and he takes the picture – once with flash and one without. “I’ll send them to you. Do you feel okay? I didn’t hurt you.” Levi asks, lifting himself off of Zeke’s softening cock. 

“No, that was amazing. Thank you, Levi.” Zeke says, his voice cracking. “You are the best person I have ever met, and I’m so glad I met you.” 

Levi kisses the crown of Zeke’s head. “Let’s get washed up and go to bed.” 

Zeke presses a longing kiss against Levi’s mouth, his beard tickling his chin.