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"Levi! Look what I got!"

Levi looked in Eren's direction and saw what he was holding up proudly on display. A bottle of vodka. Levi rose a thin eyebrow. "Who bought that for you?"

"Jean did. I bugged him for three weeks. Even after he turned twenty one he still won't buy me any booze but I convinced him I'd be responsible with it." Eren's smile was excited and a little nervous at the same time. It was obvious that he had never held a bottle before. There was a gleam in his eye showing how eager he was for his first drink. "Wanna drink with me? Help me put a dent in this."

"It's Tuesday. I have work tomorrow."

"Oh come on. Have a little fun for once. It won't be that bad. We'll only have a little."

"You're not old enough to drink." Levi's voice was reprimanding, but he was slowly bending. He had been feeling the need to drink lately and hadn't indulged in awhile. Work was getting more stressful, among other things. It could be relaxing. Just something to soothe his frayed nerves. Except Eren was not the person he wanted to drink with. Levi wanted to drown his troubles alone.

Eren's lower lip pushed out childishly and those big green eyes were puppy-like. "Levi. Come on." The teenager scooted closer to him, leaning against Levi's arm. "We don't have to drink that much. We won't go all out or anything."

With a heavy sigh, Levi gave in. "Fine. Go get glasses and something to mix it with."

He could tell that Eren was cheering internally, but was concealing the feeling with a casual expression. "Cool. I'll get stuff." Levi watched as he rose and went to the kitchen and rummaged through the cupboards.

How did he end up with Eren? He was twenty seven and Eren was eighteen. People said that age didn't matter, and attraction was attraction, but at times Eren's youth was very apparent. At first Levi liked that he was younger, someone to liven up his life a little and to have a bit of fun with, but sometimes...

Eren came back with a jug of orange juice and two cups. He set them down on the shabby coffee table in front of them. Of course he didn't know what he was doing and poured the mixer in first, then eyeballed the vodka as he poured it in. Levi resisted the urge to take over and let the boy explore on his own. His excited green eyes shone as Eren lifted one of the two glasses and took a sip.

"Oh-fuck. That's a little strong. Sorry."

Levi took his own glass and took a drink. It wasn't that strong. "Have you found a job yet?"

Eren took another, longer drink and looked away. So that was a no. Levi sighed.

"Armin is going to try and get a job for me soon. Something part time."

"Ah."

There was a silence between them. Eren folded his arms and Levi could tell he was uncomfortable, but it made him uncomfortable to date someone who didn't work. He had a high paying, demanding, nine to five job and Eren had never worked in his life. Just like this drinking thing, there were things about working that Eren just didn't understand. Did that make Levi shallow? That he thought less of him for not working? He brushed the idea off. It was more of an irritation. A sign of immaturity. Hopefully, Eren would get a good job and get the hell out of this shitty apartment. Levi had his fair share of shitty apartments in his youth too. Now that he was thinking of apartments...

"So is your rent covered this month?" Levi asked, looking down into his glass.

"About that..." Eren gulped and ran a hand through his hair. Levi was asking all the wrong questions today. "I don't want to have to ask Jean to cover me again-"

"Then don't. I'll do it." Levi was already reaching for his wallet. Although Eren annoyed him, he was a really good guy. He just needed to learn money management. That would come in time. With age.

"Levi, you don't have to. I was going to ask my dad." Eren's lips drew into a thin line and Levi shook his head.

"Don't ask that fuck up." Eren hadn't talked to his dad since he walked out, and Levi didn't like what he heard about him. The man seemed like a creep and Eren was better off without him. He handed Eren what he had on him. "I'll get the rest tomorrow. That's a fourth of it there."

Hesitantly, Eren took the money and transferred it to his own wallet, which Levi noticed was bare save for an old receipt or two. "Levi. I'll pay you back. I promise." Eren's tone was serious.

"Do it when you can. Don't worry about it until then." Although Levi wasn't made of money, he could cover his boyfriends rent for a month. Levi had held a nice job and knew how to budget and handle his money.

"Levi, I-" Eren was blushing and seemed at a loss for words. The teen moved in to kiss him and Levi let him, leaning back into the couch and letting him lead. The kiss didn't last long as the apartment door opened.

"Oh uh- hey guys." Levi opened his eyes and Eren moved away to see Jean in the doorway, holding a bag of groceries. His back was stiff and so was his wave. "I'll just um-"

Eren gave him a smirk as he leaned back and reached for his glass. "You want a drink? I made them strong." Eren raised the glass and finished it off, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. Gross. "Unless you don't think you can handle it, Jean."

Jean looked like he wanted to run. "I can handle it, but I can't tonight I have to study. Don't mind me, I'm just going to go to bed early yeah."

My god was he eloquent when he spoke. Levi kept himself from rolling his eyes. This guy was something else. Jean waved again and dashed into his room, keeping his groceries in hand. Hopefully he didn't have any perishables.

"Is it that awkward to walk in on two people kissing?" Levi commented once he heard the bedroom door shut. "We weren't even using tongue yet."

Eren chuckled as he poured a second drink, just as strong as the first. Come to think of it, where did he get the money for vodka if he had no income? "I could use tongue if you want me to." Levi's train of thought halted and he caught Eren's eyes and his eyebrows rose.

"Since when did you get so suave?" He asked as he watched Eren down his second drink. His green eyes were turning glassy, already drunk.

"Shut up and kiss me." Levi complied and was reminded just why he was dating Eren.

The sex was pretty alright for both of them being intoxicated. In the beginning of their relationship Eren was terrible, too quick and too much fumbling, but Levi was fast to show Eren what he liked. Sometimes he still didn't pick up on his wants, but he was young, he could learn. Eren seemed to look up to Levi and took his advice for everything. That stroke of ego did wonders in the bedroom. They haven't tried anything too kinky yet, but he had a feeling Eren wouldn't be into it. The boy was too inexperienced to know what he wanted.

Levi tied the condom and stood to throw it in the trash, not shy about walking through the living room naked. "We should move to the bedroom."

"Mmmmm..." Eren remained sprawled out on the couch and reached for the bottle of vodka, taking a swig. "Not yet- hey don't take that!"

"You've had more than enough. Can you even walk?" Levi pulled his boxers back on. "Come on. Get up drunkie."

"Don't call me that..." Eren pouted and looked to the floor and Levi sighed. Of course Eren would be an emotional drunk. It was kinda cute.

"Just come on." He wrapped an arm around his shoulder and helped him stand, guiding him to the bedroom.

Once Eren was in bed, Levi had no choice but to join him because the boy decided to cling to his arm. He wanted to take a quick shower, but Eren made him unable. He laid down in bed and set an alarm on his phone for tomorrow before drawing the blankets over them. He rolled to his back and sighed. There were posters on the wall, of different bands. Suddenly he felt like some sort of pervert, sleeping with a teenager.

What was said next caught him completely off guard.

"Levi. I love you." Eren mumbled sleepily as he nuzzled his arm.

Loved him?

Eren loved him?

Levi grew tense.

Eren continued hold onto him. Levi wanted to run. He felt sick. Did he love him back? He answer was clear and burning in his mind. No. No he didn't love Eren back. The thought of hearing those three words again made his stomach turn. Those words shouldn't make someone feel like that. Eren loved him? The kid didn't even know what love was. He was drunk. He was stupid. He was young.

Levi carefully removed Eren's arm and slipped from bed. He couldn't stay here with him anymore. It made him feel uneasy. It didn't feel right He tugged on his clothes and coat and left the small apartment. He checked his watch. 1 am. Fuck. He had work the next day. The alcohol was still in his system so driving was questionable.

The wind was cold and blew straight through the wool coat he wore. January was freezing this time of year. The vodka from earlier kept him warm enough.

Once he reached his apartment he drank half a glass of water and went straight to bed. If all went well, he wouldn't have a hangover the next morning.

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"Look who finally showed up!" Hanji's voice was kept low but teasing, not wanting to announce to the whole office that Levi had come in an hour late. "Hungover huh?"

With tired eyes, Levi glared up at her from his desk, his fingers rubbing his temples. "Can you fuck off?" He grumbled, turning back to his computer screen. Even though he had only come in an hour late, there was a stack of new designs in his inbox. Goddamn it. Just his fucking luck. Levi laid his head down on his desk, hiding in his cubicle.

He had never come into work hungover once before, couldn't he get a break? He felt embarrassed enough as it was. Men his age shouldn't be doing this. He was twenty seven, he was getting too old to get drunk on week nights.

Hanji ignored him. "I heard you're up for a promotion."

"What?" His head shot up. "You're shitting me."

"Jesus Levi. If you were nicer to people maybe you can actually stay in the loop." He gave him a judging look and folded her arms. Was she expecting him to beg her to tell him? Levi's eyes narrowed again.

"Just tell me."

"Fine fine fine. They hired an outside guy for the Skyline project. He's the head guy in charge now."

"He sounds like a dick."

"Shut up Levi, you haven't even met him. Anyway, he saw your work and wanted you to work with him. Asked for you by name and everything."

Levi's eyebrows shot up. "Really?" Someone finally noticed him?

"Yeah. I think you're supposed to meet him sometime today."

"Shit, really?" Meeting his new boss while hungover may my leave the best first impression. Levi skimmed through his email and noticed one about a meeting. Quickly, he opened it and read through. Yadda yadda yadda, meeting with Erwin Smith at 10 am. He glanced to the clock on the computer. 10:15. "Fuck fuck fuck I'm supposed to be meeting him now. Right now." He checked the room number and scrambled to find his folder. Quickly, he stood from his desk, ignoring Hanji as she patted him on the back for good luck.

Of all days. Why did it have to be today? He was hungover as hell and late. He took sharp steps to the board room noticing that there were several people already in there. Fuck. They were probably waiting on him. He stopped before a paneled window to check his reflection, smoothing out his hair once more and straightening his tie. Goddamn he looked like hell. There were dark circles under his eyes and the corners of his lips drew down grumpily. He looked severe. Probably won't leave the best first impression, but whatever. His work and talent would prove he was worth it.

The meeting room was just down the hallway. Through the windows of the room, he could see his boss, his boss's secretary, and someone he didn't recognize-

And holy shit. He was hot.

Blond hair, immaculately groomed. Piercing blue eyes. His broad shoulders filled out the suit he was in. The man was effortlessly handsome. His suit was unbuttoned, but he looked professional. Businesslike, but approachable. Even when he was sitting, Levi could tell he was tall. He sat with a straight back, pen poised in hand as he waited for his boss to speak.

Levi slipped into the meeting room. Of course he was going to get noticed, but at least he could try. He was headed for a seat when the head boss stopped him.

"Levi, you're late."

Levi held back a cringe when his boss caught him and called him out. He wanted to reply with something like "I was taking a dump." But upon better judgement , he went with something more professional. "I apologize."

His boss gave a curt nod, "Don't be late next time."

Levi took his seat and gave no reply. There weren't any guarantees and he didn't want to draw any more attention to his terrible punctuality. His eyes glanced to the hot blond who seemed to be holding in a smile. Fucker thought this was funny, huh? Levi kept his hard stare on him as their goal was explained and a few details were polished out.

Who did this guy think he was? Sure, he was a great contractor, but it's not like he was the Jesus of architecture or something. He sure seemed to act like a polished specimen, since he took notes while unreseareched figures were thrown around. The guy looked up for a moment and caught Levi glaring at him. He blinked slowly, but Levi took his lack of fear as a sign of mocking him and his stone face didn't change. If anyone was going to be the intimidating one here, it wasn't going to be this big blond bimbo. Finally, his boss finished up and Levi felt the need to introduce himself.

Levi stood, the blond standing with him, and after a moment he held out his right hand confidently. "Levi Ackerman. Pleased to meet you."

The man stood with him to shake his hand, but didn't extend an arm. Levi frowned in confusion when the blond purposefully held out his left hand. The pissy expression Levi wore dropped when he saw something he completely overlooked before. The right arm of his suit was pinned to his shoulder. This man was missing an arm. Levi felt like a jackass for not noticing, and then for putting out the wrong hand. He switched hands immediately to shake his left, face flushed with embarrassment. His boss sighed and shook his head with disappointment.

"Erwin Smith. Likewise." The blond held his gaze for a moment, but a small smirk escaped. Levi's eyes narrowed again. Did he let him extend the wrong hand on purpose? Fucking asshole. He didn't care if he had one arm. Levi was going to kick his ass later. This is not the morning he needed when he was hungover. Not at all.

Mr. Smith rose an eyebrow. "Well, shall we get to work?" One handedly, he opened his briefcase and took out some designs.

"I'll leave you two for now." Levi's boss stood from the table, and with one last left handed handshake to Mr. Smith, he left.

The new consultant pointed to a blueprint he had drawn out "If you'd move a little closer, you can see-"

"You did that on purpose." Levi interjected, still standing on the opposite side of the table.

"Did what on purpose?" Those blue eyes were acting innocent, but Levi saw right past it.

"The hand thing. The handshake. You waited for me first. You did that on purpose." Levi's jaw clenched as he spoke, but Mr. Smith seemed to be unimpressed.

"You came in fifteen minutes late, then glared at me the entire duration of the meeting. I call us even."

"How professional." Levi's upper lip curled in distaste.

"Likewise." He replied cooly as Levi's face grew red with anger. "Now, if you'll come here and-"

"Fuck this." Levi interrupted a second time. "I'm outta here. Find yourself a new designer." He headed to the door.

"I asked for the best they had. They recommended you." The man's voice turned firm and his stare was commanding. "Do you consider yourself the best? Yes or no?"

Levi challenged him by lifting his chin and folding his arms. His mouth opened to say something biting, something sarcastic, but nothing came to mind. As much as this guy was a pain in the ass, he liked to hear that he was the best. Levi was eager to show off his work. His jaw clicked shut and matched that hard blue gaze. The missing arm didn't seem to hamper this guys confidence whatsoever. Although he was pissed off right now, Levi had to admire that. He must have some huge balls packed away or something.

Mr. Smith took his silence as a yes. "Now that we have figured that out, I'd like for you to look this over." He slid the paper across the table and leaned back in his chair, arm folded over his stomach as he waited for Levi's reaction.

Levi's eyes narrowed once more in suspicion. This guy really thought highly of him, didn't he? He wanted the best, but there were plenty of other designers that would be happy to work with a contractor like him. Levi looked at the design critically, lifting the paper with thin fingers and getting a better view. "Boring." He tossed the paper back to the table where it slid toward Mr. Smith. The man's thick eyebrows rose again and looked like he was about to say something, but Levi spoke first. "Don't fell me you were trying for 'minimalistic.' This building is just boring."

Mr. Smith remained silent as he took the paper back, cocking his head to the side as he looked it over once more. "I suppose you're right." Levi gave himself a point in on his imaginary scoreboard. "But that's why I asked for you. I've heard you're brutally honest, and that's what I need alongside your talent."

"You're not the type who likes bullshit either?" Levi's tense shoulders relaxed a fraction. One minute, this guy pissed him off, and the next he was relating to him.

"Not when it's about my job." Levi nodded slowly. Maybe he could earn Levi's respect. In time of course. Mr. Smith checked his watch. "I have an appointment with a concrete company. Our meeting will have to be cut off here. Next time don't be late." Levi bristled, but the man' stone wasn't reprimanding. He was teasing him again.

"Fine. I'll see you tomorrow?" Levi asked, unsure of their work schedule together.

"Actually, I'd prefer if we could meet later in the week. Would you like to discuss the design over dinner? How does Friday sound?"

Levi did a quick mental rundown of his schedule. "That works just fine."

"Wonderful. I'll reserve a spot for us at Salvitore's at seven. Bring your ideas with you." Mr. Smith shuffled his papers back into his suitcase and stood. He rounded the meeting table and extended his hand first this time with a hint of a smile. "I'm looking forward to working with you."

The smile wasn't returned, but Levi didn't hesitate to take his hand this time. "I'll see you Friday."