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Human One Last Time

Eren Jaeger stood at the foot of the grand manor, his eyes tracing the towering spires that stretched into the Halloween night sky. The structure was ancient, almost too massive to be real, like something pulled straight from a gothic dream. The place had ist own gravity, drawing people in—humans and vampires alike. Tonight, the manor was alive with music, the low thrum of bass vibrating through the air as lights flickered in the distance. It was a party, but not just any party. This was a vampire party.

Eren didn’t hesitate as he made his way toward the entrance. He knew he didn’t belong in the traditional sense, but that didn’t matter. Not to him. In fact, that was the point. He wanted to belong—not just as some outsider looking in, but as one of them. To Eren, vampires weren’t monsters; they were more. They were the answer to the question he’d been asking himself for years. They lived beyond society’s rules, outside the suffocating constraints that bound him.

The air inside the manor buzzed with a strange, electric energy—a cocktail of excitement, danger, and something more primal. Eren’s eyes wandered the room once again, this time noticing the humans scattered among the crowd of vampires. They weren’t cowering in fear or being treated like prey. Instead, they moved with an easy confidence, mingling freely, laughing, and even flirting with the vampires, as if they were equals. Eren had heard rumors about these gatherings, but seeing it in person was something else entirely.

Some humans were pressed against velvet couches, their necks bared willingly to vampires who drank from them with slow, deliberate care. It wasn’t savage, as Eren might have expected. It was intimate—a dance of trust and hunger. The humans weren’t screaming or trying to escape. Instead, they moaned softly, their bodies relaxing under the gentle touch of the vampires, as if the bite itself was a kind of pleasure. Eren watched, his throat dry as he took it all in. He hadn’t expected this—this level of calm, this strange dynamic of trust. The humans weren’t prisoners, nor were they victims. They were here willingly, reveling in the thrill of being so close to creatures that could overpower them with ease yet chose not to.

A couple nearby caught Eren’s attention. A tall, elegant vampire with pale skin and blond hair leaned down toward a human, his piercing blue eyes flashing red just before he sank his fangs into the young man’s neck. The human’s eyes fluttered closed, a soft sigh escaping his lips as his body melted into the vampire’s arms. There was no fear, only desire. Eren’s stomach clenched, not in revulsion but in longing. He wanted that—wanted to feel that power, to be more than just a fragile human.

Eren’s attention drifted from the mesmerizing couple to the figure beside him. The man, dressed in a sharp black suit with a blood-red shirt, had an aura of confidence that drew Eren in. His skin was pale, contrasting starkly with the deep color of his attire, and his face bore an annoyed, almost grumpy expression. Yet his sharp, light grey eyes glinted with an intensity that made Eren feel as though he were being dissected.

Levi seemed to notice where Eren’s attention had drifted. „Surprised?” he asked, his voice low and smooth. He wasn’t watching the couple, though; his gaze was fixed on Eren, studying his reaction.

„Yeah,” Eren admitted, tearing his gaze away. „I didn’t think it’d be like this. I thought… I don’t know, I guess I imagined something darker.”

Levi’s lip twitched, almost forming a smile. „That’s the mistake most humans make. They assume it’s all blood and terror.” He glanced around the room, his dark eyes gleaming in the dim light. „We take what’s freely given—nothing more. It’s… consensual.”

He lifted the glass of dark red champagne in his hand, the color reflecting the vibrant atmosphere of the party. Then, with a low, almost sardonic chuckle, he added, „At least, it’s consensual now. It wasn’t always like that.“

There was a hint of something darker in his tone, a fleeting reminder of an age long past, when vampires took more than just blood from their prey.

Eren’s curiosity piqued as he took in the sight of the mysterious man. There was something captivating about him, even beneath the gruff exterior.

Levi eyed him up and down, noting the contrast of Eren’s black slacks against his forest green button-down shirt, which brought out his mesmerizing turquoise green eyes. In that moment, Levi found himself entranced—it was those striking eyes that had drawn his attention to the young man. Never in his long immortal life had Levi seen such a color before.

Not only that, but Eren smelled wonderful—not just appetizing like food, but something truly special. He was tall and exceptionally handsome, with light caramel skin and chestnut-brown hair tied back in a casual but stylish knot. Levi could hear the steady rhythm of Eren’s heartbeat as he watched the erotic dance of vampires and humans around them.

Normally, Levi stayed away from these kinds of activities, especially the intimate interactions with humans. Sipping blood from a wrist to satisfy his thirst was enough for him; there was no need for the take-and-give of pleasure that others enjoyed. Erwin, Mike, and even Hange sometimes indulged in such things. But the man beside him made Levi reconsider his choices to remain abstinent in that way.

„What’s your name?” Levi asked, curiosity creeping into his tone. Curious about a human. When was the last time such a thing had happened? Levi couldn’t remember.

Eren’s big turquoise eyes flickered to him. „I’m Eren,” the young man said confidently. „And you?”

Levi lifted a black eyebrow at Eren’s straightforward boldness. Most humans were so… submissive. Levi held no interest in that. But the fiery, rebellious spirit in Eren was, on the other hand, interesting.

„Levi,” he offered.

Eren nodded slowly, trying to process it all. „They don’t seem afraid.”

„Fear makes the blood bitter,” Levi said casually, stepping closer to Eren. „There’s no fun in it if they aren’t enjoying themselves.” His gaze sharpened. „Is that what you want? To come here and have someone drink from you?”

„I want more than that. I want control myself,” Eren replied, his voice firm. „I want to be free.”

Levi’s eyes narrowed as if testing the weight of Eren’s words. „Freedom comes with a price. It’s not just about power or immortality. It’s about letting go of the person you were and embracing what you’ll become.”

„I’m ready for that,” Eren said, his chest tight with the intensity of his resolve. „I’ve been ready for years.”

Levi raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a skeptical smile. „We’ll see.”

As they stood there, watching the strange, seductive dance of humans and vampires around them, a petite and graceful woman approached Levi. Her neck was already marked with faint bite marks that peeked out from beneath her collar. Her eyes lingered on him for a moment before flicking to Eren with a playful smirk.

„New around here?” she asked, her voice soft but teasing, as if she already knew the answer. „Nice to meet you, my name is Petra.”

Eren nodded, a little unsure of how to respond. The woman was clearly at ease in this strange world, completely unbothered by the danger that vampires represented. It fascinated him.

„He’s just observing,” Levi cut in smoothly, though his gaze flicked to Eren with something that might have been amusement. „For now.”

Petra raised an eyebrow, intrigued. „You want to be one of them?” she asked, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. „I can see why. It’s addictive. Once you taste it, you can’t get enough.”

Eren swallowed hard, his pulse quickening. „What’s it like?” he asked, the question escaping before he could stop himself. „Letting them… bite you?”

Her smile widened, slow and sultry. „It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Pain at first, sure, but then… pleasure. Pure, overwhelming pleasure.” Her eyes gleamed as she spoke. „It’s like giving a part of yourself away, but getting something back that’s even better. They don’t just take—they share.”

Eren’s breath hitched as he absorbed her words. The idea of being so close to something so powerful made his skin tingle with anticipation. He looked at Levi, who was watching him closely, his expression unreadable.

Levi dismissed Petra with a casual wave of his hand, not even sparing her another glance. His focus remained solely on Eren, watching every flicker of emotion cross his face, gauging his reaction to what Petra had said.

„Maybe you’ll find out soon enough,” Levi said quietly, his voice carrying a hint of promise. He took a step closer to Eren, his presence enveloping him like a shadow.

The challenge in his words was clear. This wasn’t going to be easy, and Levi wasn’t about to make it simple for him. If Eren wanted this—truly wanted it—he’d have to earn it. But that only made Eren more determined.

„I can handle it,” Eren said, meeting Levi’s gaze head-on, his heartbeat steadying. „Whatever it takes.”

Levi studied him for a long moment, his dark eyes flickering with something indecipherable before he finally nodded, just once.

„Good,” Levi said, his voice low and commanding. „Then stay close, Eren. Because things are about to get interesting.”

Levi reached for a glass of champagne as one of the waiters—human—walked by, carrying a tray with two kinds of glasses. Some were filled with a pale golden liquid, while others shimmered a deep, dark red. Without hesitation, Levi ignored the red champagne and smoothly took one of the golden glasses, handing it to Eren without breaking eye contact.

„Here,” Levi said, his voice casual but firm. „Stick to this one tonight; the others have blood in them.” He paused for a moment, his lip twitching slightly as if he were making a joke. „Unless you’ve developed a taste for it.”

Eren hesitated, looking down at the bubbling champagne in his hand, the light gold liquid sparkling under the dim lights. „Not yet,” he replied, though there was a hint of curiosity in his tone, as if the idea wasn’t as far-fetched as it once seemed.

Levi’s sharp eyes didn’t miss the nuance in Eren’s voice. „Okay,” he murmured, more to himself than to Eren, as if the young man had passed some silent test.

Eren took a small sip from the glass, the cool liquid bubbling against his tongue. It tasted crisp, light, but he couldn’t help glancing at the darker glasses on the trays that passed by. He imagined what it might be like to drink from one of those—to be part of something so intimate, so powerful.

Levi caught the flicker of curiosity in Eren’s eyes as they lingered on the darker glasses. Without a word, Levi lifted his own glass, the deep red liquid swirling lazily inside. He held it out to Eren, his gaze steady and unreadable.

„Here,“ Levi said, his voice low and inviting, though his eyes hinted at something more. „With human blood.“

Eren blinked, momentarily surprised. Did Levi think this would shock him? He had heard enough to know blood tasted different to vampires than it did to humans—more than just a food source, it was something sensual, tempting even. Still, Eren couldn’t help but wonder if this was some sort of test, Levi gauging his resolve.

For a moment, Eren considered the glass Levi held out, the dark red liquid swirling like something forbidden. His pulse quickened, not out of fear, but out of anticipation. Was he really ready for this? He wasn’t naive—he knew it would taste awful to him as a human. But still… the pull was there.

With steady hands, Eren reached out and took the glass from Levi. The cool surface of the glass felt heavy in his grip, the weight of the moment settling over him. He met Levi’s gaze, searching for any sign of mockery, but there was none. Levi watched him with quiet intensity, as if daring him to take the next step.

Eren raised the glass slowly to his lips, pausing just as the scent of iron hit him. He hesitated for only a moment before tipping the glass slightly, allowing a small taste of the blood to touch his tongue. The metallic flavor exploded in his mouth—bitter, raw, but strangely… alluring. He swallowed, forcing himself to remain composed despite the unpleasant taste.

Levi’s eyes glimmered with amusement, though his expression remained neutral. „Not quite what you imagined, is it?“ he asked.

Eren wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, the tang of blood still lingering on his tongue. „No,“ he admitted, handing the glass back to Levi.

Levi tilted his head slightly, clearly intrigued. „And yet, you didn’t spit it out. Most humans can’t handle even a sip.“

Eren shrugged, his eyes hardening with determination. „I’m not like most humans.“

Levi’s lips quirked into a faint smile, a rare expression of approval. „Maybe not.“ He took a slow sip from his glass, savoring the blood before speaking again. „You’re curious… and bold. That’ll either get you killed or make you very powerful, Eren.“

The party around them was grand, opulent in a way that suggested wealth far beyond Eren’s understanding. The massive room was filled with soft lighting that gleamed off crystal chandeliers hanging from the high ceilings. Velvet drapes in deep shades of burgundy framed tall windows, while intricately carved wooden furniture added a sense of classic luxury. It was the kind of gathering that reeked of old money, but with an air of darkness. Vampires and humans mingled seamlessly, some caught in intimate, sensual exchanges, while others sipped from delicate glasses, the liquid inside ranging from pale gold to deep red.

Eren’s attention drifted once again to the vampires feeding from their human companions, a sight that both unsettled and drew him in. The tall blond vampire he’d seen earlier, the one with pale skin and sharp blue eyes, was now heading toward them. Beside him was a younger, blond man—human, by the look of his warm, living skin. The human stayed close to the vampire’s side, his demeanor relaxed, almost comfortable in his proximity to the predator.

Levi straightened slightly as the pair approached, his gaze settling on the tall blond vampire. „Erwin,“ Levi greeted with a nod, his tone clipped but not unfriendly.

Erwin returned the nod, his sharp blue eyes shifting to Eren with a brief flicker of curiosity. „Levi,“ he acknowledged, his voice deep and commanding. „I didn’t expect to see you in the company of someone new.“ His gaze lingered on Eren for a moment before returning to Levi.

Eren glanced between them, feeling the subtle weight of the exchange. He could sense there was history between Levi and this Erwin—something unspoken but palpable.

Levi, as usual, didn’t offer much in the way of explanation. „Erwin, this is Eren,“ he said, gesturing casually in Eren’s direction. „He’s… observing tonight.“

Eren nodded, feeling a little more aware of the significance of his presence in this world. „Nice to meet you,“ he said, keeping his tone polite.

Erwin offered a small smile, his eyes studying Eren with interest. „A pleasure,“ he said smoothly. Then, as if considering something, he added, „It’s rare to see Levi here, much less with a human at his side. No offense meant.“

Eren raised an eyebrow, his expression curious. „None taken,“ he replied curtly.

Erwin chuckled softly, seeming entertained by the dynamic between Levi and Eren. „Allow me to introduce my companion,“ he said, gesturing to the young blond man beside him. „This is Armin.“

Armin stepped forward with a bright, friendly smile that stood in contrast to the darker atmosphere of the gathering. His blue eyes sparkled with warmth as he extended a hand toward Eren. „Hi, I’m Armin Arlert. It’s nice to meet you,“ he said, his voice genuine and inviting.

Eren shook his hand, noting how different Armin seemed compared to the other vampires in the room. „Eren Jeager. Nice to meet you too,“ Eren replied, feeling a bit more at ease in Armin’s presence.

Armin was obviously human, around the same age as Eren. His youthful features and lively blue eyes contrasted with the predatory elegance of the vampires surrounding them. After their initial exchange, Armin tilted his head slightly, his curiosity evident. „So, Eren,“ he began, his tone polite but direct, „are you here because you want to be fed from? Or is there something more you’re looking for?“

Eren blinked, caught off guard by Armin’s straightforwardness. Before he could answer, Erwin chuckled softly beside him. „Armin is curious and has a sharp mind,“ Erwin remarked, amusement playing at the corners of his lips. „He’s going to be a very interesting immortal.“

The words caused Eren’s eyes to widen as he glanced between Armin and Erwin. „Wait, Armin’s going to be turned into a vampire?“ he asked, a mixture of surprise and intrigue coloring his voice.

Erwin, in a gesture that felt both intimate and regal, took Armin’s hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it. „Yes,“ Erwin said, his deep voice filled with a sense of certainty and pride. „Armin will soon be one of us.“

Before Eren could process the scene fully, Levi made a small, familiar sound—„Tch.“ His grey eyes flicked to Erwin and Armin, and then back to Eren, an expression of mild disinterest on his face. „Armin is Erwin’s ‘special human’,“ Levi explained. „Only his, like a…“ He paused, searching for the right term. „Like a boyfriend, I suppose. Erwin’s chosen to turn him.“

Eren stared at Armin and Erwin, suddenly aware of how close they stood together, the subtle intimacy in their body language. The revelation stirred something in him, a new understanding of the depth of the connection between vampires and their chosen humans.

Without thinking, Eren turned to Levi. „Do you have a… special human?“ he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

Levi lifted an eyebrow, clearly amused by the question. „No,“ he answered simply, but then a teasing smirk curled his lips. „Why? Interested?“

Eren’s pulse quickened at Levi’s teasing tone, but he kept his composure, though he couldn’t help the slight flush that rose to his cheeks.

„Armin’s been with Erwin for about two years now,“ Levi continued, his voice returning to ist usual, matter-of-fact tone. „Not everyone gets chosen to be turned. It’s… rare.“

Eren glanced again at Armin, who smiled warmly, clearly at ease with the situation. There was something almost enviable in the way Armin had found his place in this strange world—trusted, loved, and chosen. The thought of being selected, of becoming something more, tugged at Eren’s own desires, intensifying his longing to break free from the confines of his humanity.

„You must be special,“ Eren said, his voice quiet but sincere as he addressed Armin.

Armin’s smile widened, but there was a modest humility to it. „I don’t know about that,“ he replied, glancing at Erwin. „But I trust Erwin, and I’m ready to take that step when the time comes.“

Erwin’s hand rested on Armin’s shoulder, a subtle gesture of ownership and affection. „It’s not a decision to be made lightly,“ Erwin added, his gaze shifting back to Eren. „Becoming immortal changes you, in ways you can’t fully understand until you’ve crossed that threshold.“

Eren absorbed Erwin’s words, feeling the weight of their significance. He knew this path was dangerous, filled with sacrifices, but the allure of power, freedom, and belonging was too strong to ignore. Looking back at Levi, Eren’s resolve only grew stronger.

It wasn’t like Eren would throw himself at just anyone. Yes, he wanted what he wanted—power, freedom, something more—but he had his pride. His eyes flickered to the other vampires in the room, watching the casual way they mingled with humans, their fangs flashing in brief moments of intimacy. Strangely, the idea of any of them sinking their fangs into him left him cold. This wasn’t something he could give to just anyone. If it was as intimate as it seemed, then he wanted it with someone who stirred him in more ways than just hunger.

Levi, with his sharp, brooding presence, was undeniably attractive—gorgeous, even. The dark aura that clung to him made him stand out from the others. He wasn’t like them, not indulging in every human that passed by, not chasing after fleeting desires. Levi held himself apart, restrained, and that intrigued Eren more than he cared to admit. If he was going to experience this—if he was going to feel what it was like to be chosen by a vampire—he wanted it to be with Levi. Not just because of the power Levi represented, but because there was something deeper, something raw in the way Levi carried himself.

The thought of Levi choosing him, even if only for a night, filled with new experiences and passion, sent a thrill through Eren’s body. His stomach flipped, and his heart began to race, an unfamiliar excitement coursing through his veins. The idea of Levi’s hands on him, of Levi’s lips brushing his skin just before fangs sank into him, was dizzying in ist intensity.

Levi’s eyes narrowed slightly as he studied Eren’s face. The subtle flush in Eren’s cheeks, the quickening of his breath—it didn’t escape his notice. His sharp senses picked up on the sudden acceleration of Eren’s heartbeat, and for the first time that evening, Levi seemed caught off guard. He tilted his head, as though trying to decipher the change in Eren’s demeanor.

„Your heart’s racing,“ Levi said, his voice low and quiet, but there was a note of curiosity beneath the usual indifference. His gaze swept over Eren’s flushed face, searching for the source of his reaction.

Eren swallowed hard, trying to keep his voice steady. „I guess I’m just thinking about all of this,“ he replied, his words coming out a bit too quickly. „What it would be like… you know, if I let it happen.“

Levi’s eyes darkened, and for a moment, something flickered behind his cool, composed exterior. He stepped closer, closing the distance between them until Eren could feel the faintest brush of Levi’s presence against his skin. „Careful what you wish for,“ Levi murmured, his voice sending a shiver down Eren’s spine. „Once you cross that line, there’s no going back.“

Eren met his gaze, his heart still pounding, but this time, there was no hesitation in his eyes. „Maybe I don’t want to go back,“ he said softly, the words hanging in the air between them.

Levi’s lips twitched, almost a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Instead, he reached out, brushing his fingers lightly along the back of Eren’s hand, just enough to send a jolt of awareness through him.

„Levi and I host these gatherings from time to time,” Erwin interrupted their moment, his voice smooth but carrying an undeniable authority. ‚Though, truth be told, Levi isn’t usually one for socializing. I am surprised…” He glanced at Levi with a flicker of amusement dancing in his blue eyes. „But I see now it’s because of you, Eren.”

The statement hit like a spark, igniting the tension between them even further. Eren blinked, taken off guard by Erwin’s bluntness, but Levi remained stoic, his gaze narrowing slightly as he shot Erwin a look that could have been a warning.

Armin, standing by Erwin’s side, suddenly interjected with a playful but earnest voice. „Erwin! That wasn’t very nice.” He glanced between Levi and Eren, clearly sensing the tension. „They were flirting. You shouldn’t interrupt.”

Eren’s face flushed at Armin’s blunt observation, and he looked away quickly, trying to suppress the embarrassed heat creeping up his neck. He had barely even realized what he was feeling—he certainly hadn’t expected anyone else to notice. Especially not so openly.

Levi, on the other hand, didn’t seem fazed. He let out a soft „Tch“ and shot Armin a look that was equal parts annoyance and amusement. „Shitty Brat.” But he didn’t deny it. Instead, he turned his attention back to Eren, his gaze still lingering in a way that made Eren’s heart race all over again.

Erwin chuckled, clearly enjoying the situation. „You’re right, Armin,” he said, his tone warm. „I’ll leave them to it.”

Armin gave Eren a playful wink, his eyes gleaming with mischief. „You’ve definitely caught his attention, Eren,” he said, his tone light but with a knowing look that made Eren’s stomach flip. With a soft chuckle, Armin turned, gently pulling Erwin along. The two left, leaving Eren and Levi alone in the quiet tension of their newfound intimacy.

Eren’s mind spun, trying to piece together what had just happened. Had Levi really been flirting with him? The thought sent another thrill through him, his pulse quickening despite the calm exterior he tried to maintain.

Levi watched Erwin and Armin walk away, his expression shifting to something resembling a grumpy scowl. Without looking at Eren, he muttered, „You know, being human has ist perks. Anytime you want to get out of situations like this, just say you need to take a shit. No one will ask questions.”

Eren blinked, caught completely off guard. It took him a moment to process the words. Did Levi—the immortal, brooding vampire—just make a shit joke?

The joke itself wasn’t particularly funny, but the absurdity of it coming from someone like Levi, a creature who exuded dark elegance, was hilarious in a strange way. Eren felt a chuckle escape him before he could stop it, the tension in his body easing as he let out a soft laugh.

Levi raised an eyebrow at Eren’s reaction. „You find that funny?”

Eren shook his head, still chuckling. „No, it’s just… I didn’t expect you to say something like that.”

Levi’s lips twitched again, as though he might smile but decided against it. „I’m full of surprises.” He took a sip of his drink, his sharp eyes never leaving Eren’s.

Levi noticed the way Eren’s laughter faded, replaced by a thoughtful expression as he gazed back into the bustling party. The air felt thick with anticipation and unspoken desires, and Levi sensed Eren needed a moment away from the crowd.

„Come,” he said, his tone commanding yet smooth. „Let’s step outside for some fresh air.”

He gestured toward a large set of double doors leading out onto a balcony. Eren hesitated for just a moment, but the invitation was too enticing to resist. He followed Levi outside, where the night enveloped them in a cloak of tranquility.

The balcony was expansive, adorned with intricate wrought iron railings that overlooked a sprawling garden. The moonlight bathed the landscape in a silvery glow, illuminating the well-manicured hedges and the vibrant colors of the blooming flowers. The stars twinkled brightly against the clear sky, adding to the ethereal ambiance of the scene.

Eren leaned against the railing, taking a deep breath of the cool night air, which was a welcome contrast to the warm, humid atmosphere inside the manor. The sounds of laughter and music faded away, replaced by the gentle rustle of leaves and the soft chirping of crickets.

Levi stood beside him, his presence both comforting and intense. He remained quiet for a moment, seemingly lost in thought as he surveyed the garden below.

„It’s beautiful out here,” Eren remarked, glancing sideways at Levi, who appeared more relaxed than before.

Levi’s lips twitched slightly, and he nodded. „It is. Most don’t notice. They’re too busy indulging in their pleasures.”

Eren considered this for a moment, looking back at the vibrant party within the castle walls. „Do you ever indulge?” he asked, genuinely curious.

Levi’s gaze remained fixed on the garden, his expression inscrutable. „Not in the same way,” he replied after a pause.

Eren hesitated for just a heartbeat before taking a small step closer to Levi, emboldened by the quiet intimacy of the moment. His pulse quickened as he closed the distance, standing so close that the chill of Levi’s body seemed to seep into his skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of his own. There was a tension between them, thick and palpable, and Eren wasn’t about to let the opportunity slip away.

„Maybe,“ Eren began, his voice low and deliberately flirtatious, „you just haven’t found the right person to indulge with.“ He angled his body slightly toward Levi, his turquoise eyes gleaming under the moonlight.

Levi’s expression remained unreadable, but Eren caught the faintest flicker of interest in his sharp grey eyes. It gave him the confidence to push a little further.

„I mean,” Eren continued, his tone playful but laced with something deeper, „it’d be a shame to let a night like this go to waste.” He leaned in slightly, just enough to show he wasn’t playing around. His gaze flicked to Levi’s lips for a brief second before meeting his eyes again.

Levi’s eyebrow lifted slightly, a gesture so subtle that most wouldn’t notice it, but Eren did. He felt a surge of satisfaction, his heart beating faster.

„And what exactly are you suggesting?“ Levi’s voice was calm, controlled, but there was a dark edge to it that sent a shiver down Eren’s spine.

Eren smirked, his confidence growing with every second that Levi didn’t pull away. „You tell me,“ he said softly, stepping even closer. „You’re the one who seems to know all about pushing limits, right?“

For a brief moment, neither of them spoke. Eren’s heart pounded in his chest, and the world seemed to shrink until it was just him and Levi on that balcony, the distant sounds of the party fading into the background.

Levi finally turned to face him fully, his piercing gaze locking onto Eren’s with an intensity that sent a shiver down Eren’s spine. „Be careful, Eren,” Levi murmured, his voice low, almost a warning. It carried the weight of experience, of years lived beyond what Eren could imagine, but the caution only fueled Eren’s desire.

Eren didn’t want to be careful. What he wanted was Levi. The vampire was not just an immortal being—he was impossibly captivating, cold and distant yet undeniably magnetic. Eren’s heart pounded in his chest as he took in every detail: Levi’s sharp jawline, the way the moonlight caught the silver glint in his eyes, and most of all, those lips—pale and perfect. Eren’s gaze flickered to Levi’s mouth and then back to his eyes, heat rising in his chest.

For a moment, Levi stood utterly still, his cold, pale skin almost blending into the night. Eren could feel the temperature difference between them now, Levi’s body radiating a coolness that reminded Eren just how otherworldly he was. Yet, instead of pulling away, Eren found himself stepping closer, so close now that the chill of Levi’s presence sent a shiver down his spine, but it wasn’t from fear.

Levi’s guarded exterior began to crack as Eren’s eyes, filled with longing and quiet determination, held his gaze. The intensity of Eren’s emotions—his unspoken desire—was impossible to ignore. For so long, Levi had kept others at arm’s length, rarely letting anyone close enough to matter. But now, this human, bold and undeterred, had managed to slip past his defenses.

Eren’s pulse quickened, every fiber of his being urging him to close the distance, to taste the forbidden. He didn’t care about the warnings or the dangers that Levi represented. He wanted to know what it felt like to kiss him, to feel the contrast of Levi’s cold lips against his own heated skin. Would they be soft? Would they steal his breath the way Levi already seemed to steal his thoughts?

The weight of Eren’s desire hung in the air, almost tangible, and for a moment, Levi’s icy exterior melted under the sheer force of it. The corners of his mouth twitched, but his eyes, sharp and unreadable, softened just enough to betray a flicker of something—curiosity, maybe even temptation.

„You’re not afraid of anything, are you?“ Levi muttered, almost to himself. He didn’t step back. Instead, he stood still, letting Eren close the gap, waiting to see just how far this young human would go.

Eren’s breath hitched as he closed the remaining distance, his heart pounding so loudly in his chest it seemed to fill the night air around them. He was close enough now to feel the chill radiating off Levi, the reminder of his inhuman nature making the moment feel even more memerizing. But that didn’t stop him. If anything, it only pushed him further. Without hesitating, Eren leaned in and brushed his lips against Levi’s—tentative at first, testing, but then bolder, more insistent.

Levi’s lips were cold, just as Eren had imagined, but they were soft, yielding in a way that sent a shiver through his entire body. The contrast between Eren’s own heat and Levi’s chill was dizzying, almost overwhelming. There was no heartbeat to sync with, no warmth to meet him, only the icy, eternal presence of Levi, like he was kissing the night itself.

Levi didn’t pull away. Instead, he responded, his hand reaching up to cradle the back of Eren’s neck, fingers cool against his skin. The kiss deepened, becoming something more than just a touch of lips. Levi’s movements were smooth, practiced, and controlled, but there was a raw intensity behind it, something dark and alluring that made Eren’s head spin.

The world around them seemed to fade, the vibrant party, the gothic manor, all disappearing into the background. It was just them, standing under the vast night sky, lost in the moment. Eren felt as though he was falling into something deeper, something unknown and dangerous, but exhilarating all the same. The coldness of Levi’s kiss didn’t numb him—it set him on fire.

Eren’s hands found their way to Levi’s chest, resting against the cold, unmoving surface where a heartbeat should have been. It was strange, disorienting even, to kiss someone without the rhythm of life beneath their skin, but it only made the kiss more surreal, more irresistable. He could feel the absence, the eternal stillness that came with immortality, and yet, in that moment, Levi felt so real, so present.

Levi’s grip tightened ever so slightly on Eren’s neck, his lips pressing harder against Eren’s, as if he were testing him, pushing him to see just how much he could handle. Eren didn’t falter. If anything, he leaned in further, pressing his body closer to Levi’s cold form, craving more of that icy touch, more of that dangerous thrill.

When they finally parted, Eren was breathless, his heart pounding wildly against the silence between them. He gazed up at Levi, whose expression remained composed, though his lips, still cool, tingled with the memory of the kiss.

Levi’s eyes, darker than the night surrounding them, softened slightly as he met Eren’s gaze. He tilted his head, his voice a quiet murmur, „You’re playing with fire, Eren.”

There was no real warning in his tone, just an undeniable pull, as if Levi himself was drawn into the dangerous game they had just begun.

Eren’s lips curled into a faint smile, his gaze steady and unwavering. „Then let me burn,“ he whispered, his voice filled with both challenge and desire.

Levi held his gaze for a long moment, his eyes searching Eren’s, as if considering just how far the young human would go. The tension between them thickened, but Eren didn’t falter. He wasn’t afraid, not of this. Not of Levi.

Levi’s expression shifted slightly, something like amusement flickering in his eyes before he responded. „We’ll see how long you last,“ he said, his voice a low, teasing growl, before stepping even closer.

„I’ll last forever if you turn me,“ Eren said, his tone teasing but laced with an undercurrent of seriousness. His gaze flickered with something more, a deeper intention that layered the words with double meaning. His voice was low, almost sultry, as if hinting at more than just immortality. He didn’t want to seem desperate just for the bite to turn him, like some other humans in the room. There was more to his desire now. Eren didn’t just want immortality; he wanted Levi—his attention, his mystery, his passion. But he knew he had to tread carefully.

Still, he wasn’t one to shy away from his feelings, and he continued, softer now, „But that’s not all I want from you.“

Levi’s smirk faltered slightly, his gaze sharpening with curiosity. Eren licked his lips, feeling the tension between them thickening. „I want to know more about you. Who you are. What it’s really like.“ His turquoise eyes flickered with genuine curiosity. „How does it feel… to be turned? And… when were you turned?“

Levi’s expression darkened a little, his amusement fading as Eren’s words struck something deeper. He looked away briefly, the night casting shadows across his features. The moonlight reflected off his pale skin, making him appear even more otherworldly. He was silent for a few moments, as if deciding how much to reveal.

„When you’re turned,“ Levi finally said, his voice lower, more serious, „it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before.“ He glanced back at Eren, his eyes unreadable. „You lose everything you were in that moment. Everything human about you dies.“ His tone grew quieter, almost distant. „But something else is born. Something… stronger. More powerful.“

Eren’s brow furrowed slightly as he absorbed the weight of Levi’s words. He hesitated, then asked softly, „So you really died.“

Levi snorted, a flicker of dry humor breaking through the intensity. „Well, it doesn’t stick,“ he said with a smirk, giving Eren a sidelong glance. „It’s called undead for a reason.“

Eren blinked, a surprised chuckle escaping him despite the gravity of their conversation. The joke, as grim as it was, lightened the moment, and he could feel the tension between them shifting into something else—something more familiar, yet still laced with an undeniable edge.

But Eren couldn’t shake the feeling behind Levi’s words, the idea that this powerful, seemingly indestructible creature had once faced the fragility of life and death. He hung on every word Levi said, his heart racing not out of fear, but pure fascination. There was a shift in Levi’s demeanor—no longer just cold and distant, but haunted, carrying the weight of centuries lived and lost.

Eren watched him closely, the layers of Levi’s guarded exterior beginning to peel away, exposing something deeper. And that only made Eren’s desire to know him, to understand him, burn stronger.

„As for when,“ Levi continued after a pause, his eyes narrowing slightly, „a long time ago. So long that I barely remember who I was before. And sometimes, that’s a good thing.“

Eren felt a surge of empathy mix with his desire. He wanted to reach out and touch Levi, to bridge the gap between them. „Do you ever regret it?“ he asked softly.

Levi’s dark eyes locked onto his again. „No,“ he said firmly. „Not anymore.“ But then, his gaze flickered, and there was something in his voice that Eren couldn’t quite place—a hint of something deeper, hidden beneath layers of control.

The tension between them was thick, and Eren, feeling the pull once again, couldn’t help but take another step closer. „You say you’ve lost everything human,“ Eren murmured, his voice low and laced with desire, „but I don’t believe that. Not completely.“ His eyes searched Levi’s, seeking any sign of emotion, of connection. „There’s still something human in you, Levi. I can feel it.“

Levi stared at him, his jaw tightening slightly, and for a moment, Eren thought he might have pushed too far. But instead of pulling away, Levi stayed close, his gaze never leaving Eren’s.

„You don’t know what you’re saying, Eren,“ Levi whispered, his voice like a dangerous temptation. „But if you keep going down this path, you might just find out.“

Eren stepped in even closer, leaving no space between them now, pressing Levi back until his body met the cool stone railing of the balcony. The night air was still, but the tension between them was anything but calm. Eren had to lean down slightly to meet Levi’s eyes, his breath brushing over the vampire’s cold lips. „Stop pushing me away,” he whispered, his voice husky and daring, every word filled with a rebellious fire.

Before Levi could respond, Eren closed the distance, his lips crashing into Levi’s with more force, more urgency than before. This wasn’t the tentative kiss from earlier; this was hunger, pure and raw. Eren’s hands gripped Levi’s hips firmly, fingers pressing into him as if daring him to try and escape, but Levi made no move to. Eren’s lips parted, and this time there was no asking for permission—his tongue pressed against Levi’s mouth, demanding entry, claiming what he wanted.

It wasn’t gentle; it was fierce, wild, and untamed—much like Eren himself. His kiss was a challenge, a statement, as though he was staking his claim, asserting his desire in a way that couldn’t be ignored. His stubbornness, his wild nature, bled into every movement. If Levi’s heart could still beat, it would have been racing by now. Instead, a different kind of pulse surged through him—one he hadn’t felt in lifetimes. A strange blend of desire and intrigue, a fire that Eren had stoked to life with his defiance.

Levi’s body tingled with the unfamiliar sensation, a heat spreading from the place where Eren’s lips and hands pressed into him. For a moment, Levi hesitated, feeling the warmth of Eren’s living body, the heat he would lose if he turned him. But Eren’s passion was enough to make up for any lack of warmth. Against his better judgment, Levi kissed back more and more, his tongue meeting Eren’s, pushing back with equal fervor, tasting him, feeling the fire in him.

For all of Eren’s warmth and vitality, there was something alluring about his defiance, his reckless determination to claim what he wanted. It stirred something deep within Levi, something long buried beneath centuries of detachment. And for the first time in ages, Levi found himself wanting more.

As they finally parted, Eren was left breathless, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to steady himself. His lips tingled, still warm from the intensity of the kiss, but it was Levi who truly took his breath away. The vampire’s usually guarded expression was replaced with something more primal—his eyes burned with an otherworldly glow, red like rubies, glowing with the unmistakable effect Eren’s kiss had on him.

Levi’s gaze was piercing, unblinking, and raw with hunger. The red in his eyes was a sign—one that Eren recognized instantly. It wasn’t just about bloodlust; it was desire, a deeper hunger that stirred something dangerous and thrilling between them. The coolness of Levi’s body seemed at odds with the heat in his eyes, and Eren found himself drawn even more to the contrast.

Neither of them spoke for a long moment, the space between them thick with tension and the unspoken consequences of what had just happened. Eren’s heart pounded in his chest, but there was no fear—only exhilaration. He had crossed a line, a threshold into something new, something wild and unknown.

Levi’s voice broke the silence, low and heavy with emotion. „I’m considering your offer,” he said, his gaze still locked on Eren’s. His words were cryptic, but the intent behind them was clear. The truth, though, was that Levi’s desire had made the choice for him long before Eren. He wanted Eren.

Eren’s heart skipped a beat in anticipation. The weight of Levi’s words pressed against him, filling the cool night air with a heady, electric charge.

Just then, two figures emerged onto the balcony, shattering the moment. The first was unmistakably a vampire, with that eternal glow clinging to him, as if the darkness itself couldn’t quite touch him. His warm brown eyes, framed by dark hair and a face dusted with freckles, were far too friendly for a creature of the night. „Oh, Levi, I didn’t realize we were interrupting,” he said, voice apologetic, though a playful glint danced in his eyes.

The second figure, standing beside him, was almost the complete opposite. He had an arrogant air about him, dressed in a flashy purple button-down shirt and slacks, his posture relaxed but his amber eyes sharply assessing. His hair was a two-toned affair—light brown with a darker shade underneath, cut into a neat undercut. He glanced between Levi and Eren, eyebrows lifting slightly in surprise. „Didn’t know Levi was interested in company,” he said, his tone mockingly casual.

Levi’s expression turned grim, especially as he shot a sharp look at the second vampire. „Marco, keep your brat in check,” Levi muttered, his voice laced with irritation.

Marco lifted his hands in an apologetic gesture, though his expression was good-natured. „Sorry about Jean. You know how he is,” he said, a hint of laughter in his voice.

Levi snorted, crossing his arms. „Yeah, I know. Just another weak, helpless creature. And he gets mouthier every damn time.”

Jean, the so-called loud mouth, rolled his eyes and pulled a face at Levi. „I’m standing right here, you know.”

Levi gave him a cold, dismissive glance. „I’m well aware of your miserable existence, human,” he growled back.

„That’s rude,” Jean shot back, frowning slightly, though he didn’t seem all that offended.

Levi’s lip curled into a sardonic smirk. „You insult me by thinking I give a damn fuck.”

Eren watched the interaction with interest. Levi’s tone was sharp, but there was a strange familiarity to the banter, as if this wasn’t the first time they had exchanged insults like this. It was hard to miss the ease with which they spoke to each other, even if it was wrapped in layers of sarcasm and mockery.

Marco, ever the peacekeeper, stepped forward. „We just came out to get some fresh air, but we can head back inside if you have… company,” he said, casting a curious glance at Eren. It was clear that seeing Levi talk to a human was highly unusual, the way the other vampires reacted to it.

Jean, still trying to sound casual, nodded in Eren’s direction. „So, who’s this?” he asked, his tone more curious than anything.

Before Levi could respond, Eren’s gaze snapped toward Jean. Something about the guy rubbed him the wrong way, setting his temper aflame. „I’m Eren,” he said sharply, not bothering to hide his annoyance. „And you interrupted. So how about you go back inside, Horseface?”

Jean’s eyes widened in surprise, his posture stiffening, and even Marco seemed caught off guard by Eren’s boldness, his eyebrows shooting up in disbelief.

Levi, however, shot Eren an amused side-eye, clearly enjoying the fire in the young human’s spirit. There was something refreshing about Eren’s defiance, his unwillingness to back down, and Levi couldn’t help but find it… compelling.

Marco, still smiling lightly, reached out and took Jean’s hand. The casual way they stayed close, their hands brushing as if it were second nature, made something click for Eren. He raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. „Are you two… a couple?”

Jean scoffed, making a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and an exasperated sigh. „Tch, I thought you wanted us to head back inside?” he teased, his eyes narrowing at Eren, though there wasn’t any real heat behind it.

Eren shot him a sharp look, but Marco, always the mediator, stepped in before things could escalate. „Yes,” he said simply, his tone calm and affectionate. „We’re together.”

Eren’s gaze shifted from Marco to Levi, wondering if this was common among vampires. „Like Erwin and Armin?” he asked, the question hanging in the air.

Levi gave a small nod. „You could say that,” he replied, his voice unreadable. There was a flicker of something in his eyes, though—something that hinted at a deeper understanding of what it meant to have a connection like that in a world as eternal and unforgiving as theirs.

Eren wasn’t quite sure how it all worked, though, and the idea of it—the arrangements, the feeding, the potential for being turned—it all swirled in his mind. „So… how does this whole ‘taking a special human’ thing work?” he asked, glancing between Jean and Marco, and then back at Levi.

Jean snorted at that, shaking his head. „It’s not just that,” he said, smirking. „Not just about sucking blood or making some deal. It’s way more complicated than that, especially if you’re talking about feelings.”

Marco, ever the gentle voice of reason, nodded and continued. „Sure, there are arrangements. A human can agree to feed a vampire, and over time, if the bond grows strong, the vampire might choose to turn them, making them part of their circle,” he explained, his tone measured and thoughtful. „But for us,” he added, giving Jean’s hand a gentle squeeze, „it’s more than just an arrangement. There are feelings involved, just like in any other relationship.”

Eren nodded slowly, taking it all in. It made sense now—this wasn’t just some transactional relationship. There was something deeper between them. Something real. „So it’s not just about the blood…” he mused aloud, glancing again at Levi, wondering what their connection might become.

Levi remained silent, his gaze on Eren, watching as the human tried to wrap his mind around it all. There was more to this world than Eren had realized, and Levi couldn’t help but wonder how far the boy was willing to go to be a part of it.

Levi’s gaze remained steady, unwavering as Eren mulled over the gravity of it all. Finally, Levi broke the silence, his voice calm but edged with a subtle warning. „If it’s only about the blood, Eren,” he began, „then you’re no different from what’s going on in that room.” He gestured toward the lavish party behind them, where the air buzzed with the energy of mortals and vampires mingling. „Pleasure. Blood. But none of them get turned. They’re here for that—nothing more.”

Eren looked back at the gathering, then met Levi’s eyes, a spark of determination flickering in his chest. „I don’t want that,” he said firmly. „I want something more.”

Levi watched him, that fire inside Eren catching his attention again. There was something about the way Eren spoke, his desire to be different, to stand out. It wasn’t just the thrill of immortality—it was something deeper, more personal. Levi could sense it.

Marco, sensing the tension and unspoken understanding between them, decided it was time to leave. He gently tugged on Jean’s hand, drawing his partner’s attention. „We’ll leave you and your human to your own kind of pleasure,” Marco said with a soft smile. His tone wasn’t unfriendly, but there was a hint of curiosity in it, like he wanted to know more about what was brewing between Levi and Eren. But for whatever reason, he didn’t ask. Instead, he left them with a lingering note of understanding, like he could sense that something was shifting.

Jean gave Levi a half-amused, half-annoyed look but let Marco pull him away. „See you around, Levi,” he called over his shoulder, his smirk softening slightly as he nodded to Eren.

As they disappeared back into the castle, the words ‚your human‘ – Levi’s human - echoed in Levi’s mind. There was something about the way Marco had said it, like the idea of Eren being his wasn’t just idle talk. It sent a thrill through him, unexpected and unfamiliar. Eren—this fiery, stubborn, beautiful human—could be his.

The thought stayed with Levi, lingering like a slow-burning flame, and it stirred something in him that he hadn’t felt in lifetimes. The idea of someone like Eren belonging to him—body, mind, soul—it was as enticing as it was dangerous. And Levi allowed himself to wonder just how far he was willing to go to make that a reality.

Eren broke the silence again, his curiosity getting the better of him. „Will Jean be turned? Like Armin will be?“ His voice was quiet but steady, as if he already sensed the answer but needed to hear it from Levi.

Levi nodded, his eyes softening ever so slightly. „Yeah,“ he said, his tone thoughtful. „I’m sure Marco will turn him. It’s not just about their relationship, though. It’s about becoming part of something bigger—a circle.“ He paused, watching Eren process his words. „Think of it like a family. Or something close to that. When you’re turned, you’re connected to the one who turned you. It’s deeper than blood, even. It’s loyalty, a shared existence.“

Eren’s brows furrowed slightly as he considered Levi’s words. The idea of becoming part of a circle—a family—resonated with him in ways he hadn’t expected. He had always longed for something more. But this… this was a commitment far beyond anything he had ever known.

„So it’s not just about living forever,“ Eren said, his voice quiet but filled with understanding. „It’s about belonging.“

Levi’s gaze sharpened at that, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes. „Exactly,“ he said softly. „Once you’re turned, there’s no going back. You’re tied to them, to their world – my world. For eternity.“

Eren’s heart skipped a beat at the weight of Levi’s words, but there was no hesitation in him. The idea of belonging to something bigger, of being tied to Levi, was both terrifying and thrilling. He had been searching for this kind of connection his whole life, and now, standing on the edge of something so monumental, he knew that he wanted it.

But more than that, he wanted Levi.

The interruption seemed to have cleared Levi’s mind, but Eren wasn’t about to let him have second thoughts, to change his mind. Determined, Eren pushed back into Levi’s personal space, his body close enough that the coldness of Levi’s skin contrasted sharply with his own warmth. The subtle shift in Levi’s eyes—the widening of his pupils—told Eren that he was affecting him.

Eren leaned in, his neck deliberately exposed, a silent invitation that he knew would stir Levi’s primal instincts. His warm breath ghosted over Levi’s jaw, his lips barely grazing the vampire’s ear as he whispered, „I want you.” The words were direct, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

Levi didn’t move, but his eyes flickered red for a brief second, betraying the desire he was struggling to contain.

„I want to be in your bed,” Eren continued, his voice dropping lower, filled with a mix of desire and defiance. „I want you to bite me.” He could feel Levi’s restraint, the tension that held him back, but Eren wasn’t finished. He leaned closer still, his lips brushing against the curve of Levi’s neck, just as he added, „But I’m not some vampire’s bitch.”

Levi stiffened slightly, surprised by the force behind Eren’s words, but his gaze remained locked on him, unreadable.

„If you want me,” Eren said, his voice firm, „I want you to choose me as your… special human.. as yours.”

For a moment, silence fell between them, heavy with the weight of Eren’s declaration. Levi’s eyes, glowing faintly in the dark, flickered with emotions that Eren couldn’t fully decipher—desire, conflict, and something deeper, something that seemed to pull at the very core of who he was.

Levi took in a sharp breath, his gaze still locked on Eren’s. „You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he said, his voice rough, strained. But the way he looked at Eren, the way his body had remained still, as if fighting an internal war, told Eren that Levi wanted this just as much.

„I know exactly what I want,” Eren replied, his voice unwavering, the fire in his eyes impossible to ignore.

Eren pressed his lips to Levi’s without hesitation, a forceful, consuming kiss that left no room for second-guessing. He pulled Levi close, feeling the chill of his body against his own warmth, their contrast sparking something almost primal between them. As Eren’s tongue invaded Levi’s mouth, tasting him, exploring him, he pushed his hips forward, letting Levi feel the undeniable arousal coursing through him. He wanted Levi—wanted all of him, the man, the vampire, the danger.

Levi, for all his centuries of restraint, was caught off guard by the sensation. The rapid thrum of Eren’s heartbeat, the intoxicating heat radiating from his body—it was more than Levi had expected, more than he could control. He could feel the pulse in Eren’s veins, smell the heady mix of adrenaline and desire, and it made his mind spin.

Without warning, Levi’s fangs extended, razor-sharp and hungry. They grazed Eren’s lip, drawing a small droplet of blood. Eren let out a surprised sound, not from fear, but from the intensity of the moment.

Levi’s eyes flew open wide, glowing a deep, dangerous crimson, staring at Eren with a mix of desire and disbelief. He quickly pulled back, breathing heavily as if trying to force himself to calm down, even though his body didn’t need the air. The taste of Eren’s blood lingered on his lips, and before he could stop himself, Levi licked the droplet away. The taste of Eren—rich, warm, and utterly unique—set Levi’s mind on fire. His entire body reacted, tingling with a need he hadn’t felt in centuries.

Eren stood there, his eyes locked onto Levi’s, his lips still tingling from the bite. The heat between them was electric, but Levi seemed shaken, as though the kiss had unraveled something deep inside him. He had lost control, even if just for a moment, and that scared him.

„Levi…” Eren’s voice was breathless but firm, a plea and a command all at once.

Levi’s red eyes stayed fixed on Eren, burning with desire but also restraint. „You don’t know what you do to me,“ Levi muttered, his voice hoarse, almost like a confession. He took a shaky step back, his fingers trembling slightly from the intensity of his own instincts. „I can’t… control myself around you.”

Eren’s heart pounded at those words, and instead of being frightened, he took a step forward, closing the distance again. „Then don’t.” His voice was daring, reckless. „I told you, Levi. I’m not afraid.”

Levi forced his fangs back inside, his jaw tightening with the effort it took to control himself. He wasn’t some reckless fledgling vampire, ruled by impulse. If he was going to give in to this—to Eren—then it would be on his terms, not as some creature lost to hunger.

With a growl, Levi reached for Eren, flipping the dynamic in an instant. He pushed Eren back against the cold stone railing of the balcony, his body pressed flush against the human’s warm frame. This time, it was Levi who kissed with urgency, his lips claiming Eren’s with a fervor that left no room for hesitation.

Eren let out a deep, guttural moan, surprised by Levi’s sudden aggression but welcoming it, his own desire flaring hotter. His body arched against Levi’s, hands gripping the front of his shirt as he gave himself over to the vampire’s relentless kiss.

Levi’s cold fingers cupped Eren’s jaw, the contrast between them stark, a reminder of the worlds they came from. He traced the lines of Eren’s face with delicate precision before sliding his hand back, fingertips threading through Eren’s soft brown hair. His touch was surprisingly gentle, though the passion behind it was anything but.

Levi’s kiss deepened, his tongue moving with expert skill as he tasted Eren fully, exploring every part of him. He could feel the heat of Eren’s body, the pounding pulse in his neck, and it sent waves of need through him. But this time, Levi was in control. His cold lips pressed harder, more demanding, pulling more of those bewitching sounds from Eren’s throat.

Eren responded with equal fervor, his hands clutching at Levi’s waist, pulling him closer as if he couldn’t get enough. The heat of the night, the thrill of danger, and the electrifying sensation of Levi’s touch made Eren feel alive in a way he had never known before.

As Levi’s hand moved to the back of Eren’s neck, his fingertips traced the soft skin there, brushing the edge of Eren’s pulse point. The temptation to sink his fangs into that perfect spot flared, but he held himself back, savoring the moment. This wasn’t just about hunger anymore. It was about something far deeper.

Levi broke the kiss for only a moment, his breath ghosting over Eren’s lips as he whispered, „You still sure about this?“

Eren’s eyes burned with a fierce determination, his lips swollen from the kiss, his voice rough with desire. „I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.“

And with that, Levi kissed him again, more forceful this time, his need for control balancing on a razor’s edge as passion and restraint fought for dominance.

Levi pulled back just enough to look at Eren, their faces inches apart. His breath was uneven, though he didn’t need to breathe. The raw desire flickering in his crimson eyes was unmistakable, but there was a measured control there too, a final boundary he hadn’t yet crossed.

„Eren,“ Levi whispered, his voice low and husky, barely more than a breath. „Come with me.“ His words were laced with meaning, an invitation to something far more intimate than just another kiss.

Eren’s heart stuttered in his chest at the proposition. He could feel the gravity of the moment, the weight of what Levi was asking. It wasn’t just about pleasure, though the heat between them promised plenty of that. It was about trust, about stepping into Levi’s world fully and leaving the one he knew behind.

Levi’s cold hand stayed on the back of Eren’s neck, his thumb tracing slow circles against the warmth of his skin. „To my private rooms,“ he added, his voice carrying an edge of something primal, something unspoken but understood.

Eren’s breath caught, but he didn’t hesitate. With a quiet nod, he straightened from the balcony railing, pressing closer to Levi’s chest. „Lead the way,“ he murmured, his voice low and filled with anticipation, letting Levi know he was ready—more than ready—for whatever came next.

Levi’s eyes darkened, a satisfied smirk touching his lips. Without another word, he took Eren’s hand in his cold, firm grip, leading him away from the edge of the balcony, toward the private sanctum where desire and danger would meet.

The looks that followed Levi and Eren as they crossed the grand hall were priceless. Whispers and gasps rippled through the crowd, the vibrant energy of the party momentarily stifled by the sight of the stoic vampire leading the warm-blooded human. Eyes widened in disbelief, envy, and a hint of curiosity. It was simply unusual for Levi to show such interest in someone, especially a human.

But that wasn’t what occupied his thoughts right now. Eren was all that mattered. The boy’s warmth radiated beside him, and Levi felt a thrill of excitement as he gently guided Eren toward the staircase. The dark wood of the banister was cool against his fingers, but the heat of Eren’s presence was palpable, igniting something deep within him as they ascended.

Each step brought them closer to Levi’s private sanctum, where the air was thick with anticipation and secrets. The world around them faded, leaving only the promise of what awaited behind closed doors.

Levi opened one side of an imposing double door made of dark wood, the heavy structure groaning slightly as it revealed the room beyond. The space felt like a cross between a luxury hotel suite and a private library, a contrast between elegance and simplicity. It wasn’t cluttered or filled with personal mementos, but it had a certain air of intimacy, as though it had been lived in for centuries without ever fully being inhabited.

Eren stepped in, taking in the scene. The walls were the old stone structure of the manor itself, solid and ancient, yet softened by thick, dark curtains that hung over the windows. If sunlight ever dared to peek through in the morning, it would never make it past those heavy drapes. The furniture was all in muted tones—black, grey, with hints of deep red here and there. A soft, leather couch sat before a fireplace, though no flames flickered in the hearth. The bookshelves lining one wall were stacked with volumes Eren couldn’t even begin to imagine the age of.

He glanced around, taking it all in, trying to reconcile what he had expected with what he saw. Maybe he had imagined something more cliché—velvet drapes, perhaps, or even a coffin in the corner. But this… this felt more like Levi. Simple, quiet, and yet undeniably powerful.

Levi led him toward the couch, his hand still firm on Eren’s arm, and when they reached the edge, he gently pulled Eren down beside him. There was a tension in the air, thick and electric, but Levi didn’t rush anything. He leaned in, his lips brushing Eren’s in a soft, lingering kiss that sent a shiver down Eren’s spine. It was intimate, possessive, without being demanding.

When Levi pulled back, he smirked slightly, his voice calm but with an edge of something darker. „Want something to drink?“ he asked, his eyes still locked on Eren, but there was a weight to the words that suggested more than just idle conversation.

Eren couldn’t help but smirk back, the playfulness in his gaze as he tilted his head, sweeping a few strands of hair away from his neck. „I could ask you the same,“ he teased, exposing the smooth skin of his throat, the pulse beneath it beating steadily. His eyes never left Levi’s as he added, „I know what you’re really thirsty for.“

Levi’s gaze darkened instantly, his attention zeroing in on Eren’s neck. For a brief second, Eren thought he could see Levi’s fangs press against his lower lip, just below the surface, ready to emerge. But instead of lunging forward, Levi leaned in slowly, pressing his lips against the curve of Eren’s throat, just under his jawline. His breath was cool against Eren’s skin, sending a thrill through him.

“Careful what you offer, brat,” Levi whispered against his skin, the words vibrating through Eren. „You might not be ready for what you’re asking.”

Eren’s heart raced at the soft warning, but he wasn’t backing down. „I told you,“ he said quietly, but firmly. „I know exactly what I want. And I want you.“

Levi pulled back, locking eyes with Eren once again, studying him with an intensity that was almost unbearable. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the tension between them thick, electric. The room seemed to close in around them, the quiet crackle of unspoken desire making it hard for Eren to focus on anything other than the vampire sitting so close to him.

Levi’s gaze softened, just barely, as if some internal war had been decided. He reached out, his cold fingertips grazing Eren’s warm cheek, tracing along his jawline and slipping into the soft strands of his hair. Eren leaned into the touch without hesitation, his body responding to Levi’s with a kind of instinctual need he didn’t fully understand.

„Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Levi murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, his hand tightening in Eren’s hair just enough to tilt his head back slightly, exposing his neck once more.

The shift in power was clear—Levi was still in control, but there was something tender in the way he held Eren, something that spoke of more than just desire. Eren wasn’t just a meal. He wasn’t just another human. And both of them knew it.

„I don’t care about the risks,“ Eren said, his voice low but steady. „I want this. I want you.“

For the first time, Levi let out a small chuckle, the sound dark and almost affectionate. „You’re either brave or foolish,“ he muttered, leaning in again, his lips brushing Eren’s skin. „Maybe both.“

Eren’s pulse quickened, his anticipation palpable, but he didn’t move, didn’t flinch. He let Levi guide him, trusting him entirely. And in that moment, as Levi’s cool breath ghosted over his neck, Eren knew that this was only the beginning of something far greater than he had evet imaged.

The first time Levi sank his fangs into Eren’s neck would be forever burned into Eren’s memory. At first, it was sharp pain, like being stabbed by two small daggers. Eren’s body tensed, a strained groan escaping his throat as the initial shock hit him. But just as quickly as the pain flared, it melted away. A wave of warmth, powerful and deep, surged through him—like the rush of adrenaline, but mixed with something more intimate, something primal. It felt almost like a love bite, but much more intense.

Eren’s entire body responded instinctively, arching into Levi’s touch, seeking more. His breath hitched, and a soft moan escaped his lips as Levi drank from him, the sensation overwhelming him with pleasure. It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced—euphoric and addictive. His muscles relaxed, his mind going hazy with desire, every nerve ending alive with sensation. He could feel his heartbeat syncing with Levi’s movements, pulsing through his veins in rhythm with the pull of Levi’s mouth.

But as suddenly as it began, it was over. Levi pulled back, his fangs slipping free from Eren’s neck with a delicate grace. Eren blinked, his vision slightly blurred, his body still humming with the aftereffects. He looked up at Levi with glassy, half-lidded eyes, feeling his pulse pound in his throat where the vampire had bitten him.

Levi’s eyes gleamed a bright, predatory red, his pupils blown wide with desire. A single drop of Eren’s blood lingered on his lips, the crimson standing out starkly against the pale skin. Eren’s heart pounded at the sight, his breath shallow as he absorbed what had just happened.

„How do I taste?“ Eren whispered, his voice breathless, a mixture of curiosity and the lingering haze of pleasure.

The corner of Levi’s mouth twisted into a smirk, his eyes still dark with hunger. „Delicious,“ he answered truthfully, his voice low and velvety. He had never tasted anything like Eren before. The small drop of blood he had tasted earlier was nothing compared to this—feeling Eren’s pulse under his tongue as the warm, thick blood filled his mouth, sweet and intoxicating. It ran hot down his throat, igniting something deep within Levi, a need for more.

But he stopped. He had to. Eren was new to this, and even though Levi had wanted to take more, he knew better. A human’s first bite was a delicate thing, and you could only take so much blood before it became dangerous. Levi had to be careful, more than ever. Eren wasn’t just any human—he wasn’t just here for his blood. He was something far more important to Levi than that.

Levi’s breathing was heavier than normal, even though he didn’t need air, the faint restraint in his voice betraying his own desire. He wiped the trace of blood from his lips, his gaze never leaving Eren’s flushed face.

„You did well,” Levi murmured softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from Eren’s face, his touch surprisingly gentle after the raw hunger that had gripped him moments ago. „But this is just the beginning.“

Eren’s brows furrowed at Levi’s words, the crease deepening as he mulled over what had just happened, and more importantly, what Levi had said. He felt an unexpected surge of jealousy ripple through him at the thought of Levi biting someone else, at the idea that someone else had felt what he just experienced—pleasure, intimacy, a connection unlike anything he had ever imagined.

„Is it like this every time?“ Eren asked, his voice quieter now, but there was an edge to it, something possessive that he hadn’t intended to reveal so soon. „When you bite someone… when they feel it?“

Levi raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth curving upward in mild amusement. Now, that was interesting. Eren, the stubborn and defiant human, was already showing signs of possessiveness. It seemed that Eren had made his choice—he didn’t just want to be Levi’s, but he wanted Levi all to himself in return. The intensity of that desire was unmistakable, and Levi couldn’t help but be intrigued.

„It’s the venom,” Levi explained, his tone casual, though his gaze remained sharp on Eren’s face, watching every flicker of emotion. „When a vampire bites their… prey, they inject a small amount of venom into the body. It relaxes the human, makes them more willing to give their blood. It’s basic biology for us.”

Eren’s expression darkened at that, his lips pressing into a tight line. The thought of others feeling any kind of pleasure from Levi’s bite ignited something inside him—something that made his chest tighten and his jaw clench. He didn’t like it. The idea of Levi sharing that kind of intimacy with anyone else was enough to make his temper flare. He knew it was irrational, but he didn’t care.

Levi noticed the change in Eren’s mood immediately, his sharp senses picking up on the subtle shift in Eren’s body language. He snorted softly, clearly entertained by the human’s possessiveness. „You’ve got a short temper, don’t you?“ he commented, his voice laced with amusement. „Relax. No, it’s not always like this. The pleasure… it’s not a guarantee. The venom itself just relaxes the human, makes them feel good, at ease. They give in to it, but that’s all. If they’re just food, that’s where it ends.“

Eren still looked grumpy, clearly not satisfied with that answer. Levi leaned in slightly, his eyes gleaming with something more primal as he continued. „The pleasure you felt? That’s different. That’s a reaction between us.“ His voice lowered, the words dripping with meaning. „It’s because of your thoughts, your feelings… and how I treated you. You’re not just food, Eren. You feel the pleasure because I do, too. We connect through the bite, share something deeper, something… more. It’s like fucking, in a way.“

Eren’s breath hitched at that, his eyes widening slightly as he processed what Levi was saying. His pulse quickened, heat rising to his face as he imagined the implications. Levi hadn’t just bitten him—he had shared something with him, something raw and intimate that went beyond just taking blood. And the fact that Levi was telling him this, making it clear that the connection was mutual, sent a thrill through Eren.

Levi’s gaze never wavered from Eren’s, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of hunger and understanding. „So no,“ Levi added, his voice softer now, more serious. „It’s not always like this. It’s only like this with you.“

Eren’s heart skipped a beat at that, the weight of Levi’s words settling over him like a blanket. He wasn’t just some random human in Levi’s eyes. There was something between them—something electric, something dangerous, but something Eren couldn’t deny he wanted more of.

His fingers brushed against Levi’s cold skin, the contrast between their warmth and cold sparking something between them. Eren had made his decision, and there was no turning back now.

„Good,“ Eren murmured, his voice low but firm. „I want you. Just you.“

Levi’s breath hitched as Eren unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his sun-kissed skin and toned chest, his nipples hardening slightly in the cool air. The way Eren’s shirt hung loose around his strong, defined shoulders left little to the imagination, and the subtle V of his lower abdomen teased Levi, drawing his gaze down with a hunger that had nothing to do with blood.

Eren’s body was impressive—sculpted, lean muscle, skin that looked like it had been kissed by the sun far too often for someone who now found himself in the company of creatures that lived in shadows. Levi’s mouth watered at the sight, his fangs threatening to emerge again, though not solely from bloodlust this time. It was more than that.

„Fuck,“ Levi muttered under his breath, his usually stoic composure faltering. He wasn’t used to being this undone by anyone, much less a human. But Eren was different. The raw, unfiltered confidence in his movements, the way he exposed himself without hesitation, practically daring Levi to take him—it stirred something in the vampire that had been dormant for longer than he could remember.

Eren’s lips quirked into a knowing smirk as he noticed the effect he had on Levi. He was enjoying this—enjoying the power he had over Levi in that moment, the way Levi’s eyes darkened with every inch of skin he revealed. He could feel Levi’s gaze roaming his body, lingering on his chest, his stomach, taking in every detail with an intensity that made Eren’s heart race.

Levi closed the small gap between them, his cold fingers trailing down the open fabric of Eren’s shirt, brushing lightly against his chest. The contrast of cold and warmth sent a shiver down Eren’s spine, and he couldn’t help the small sound that escaped his lips at the touch. Levi’s eyes flickered up to meet his, and there was a flicker of something primal there, something possessive.

„You really are something,“ Levi’s eyes raked over Eren’s exposed chest, his fingers tracing the hard lines of muscle with a hunger that had nothing to do with blood. „So damn hot,“ Levi murmured, his voice rough, almost a growl, as if he could barely restrain himself.

Eren’s lips curved into a smirk, his eyes dark with desire. „Good,“ he replied, his voice low, confident. „Because I want to drive you crazy.“ His hands moved up, sliding over Levi’s shoulders and pulling him closer, the heat between them building.

Without a word, Levi moved with fluid grace, straddling Eren’s lap, his thighs on either side of the younger man’s hips. The shift brought their bodies even closer, Levi’s cold form pressing against Eren’s heat, and the sensation was alluring. Levi’s breath hitched as their bodies pressed together, the contrast of his cool hands against Eren’s warmth sending a spark of electricity through him. Eren was irresistible, and Levi wanted him. Needed him.

Eren’s hands instinctively gripped Levi’s waist, pulling him tighter, and Levi leaned in, the fire between them building as their breaths mingled, the tension thick in the air.

With a low growl, Levi captured Eren’s lips in a fierce, hungry kiss, pouring all of his pent-up desire into it. There was no hesitation, no holding back—just raw, unfiltered need. Eren responded instantly, his hands gripping Levi’s back, pulling him closer, deeper into the kiss, as if he couldn’t get enough.

Levi’s hands roamed Eren’s body, sliding over his chest, down his abs, before resting just above his waistband. His fingers teased the edge of Eren’s pants, and he felt the human’s body tense with anticipation, a soft gasp escaping Eren’s lips.

Breaking the kiss, Eren panted slightly, his eyes half-lidded, lips swollen from the intensity. „Take me,“ he whispered, his voice a mix of need and demand. „I’m yours.“

Levi’s eyes flashed red, his fangs fully extended as he gazed down at Eren’s exposed neck, the pulse beneath his skin tempting him. But Levi wasn’t going to rush this. No, he was going to savor every second.

Levi leaned in close, his cool breath ghosting over Eren’s ear, sending shivers down his spine. “Listen carefully,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. „If you ever dare to do this with someone else, I’ll kill them.”

Eren’s breath hitched at the intensity in Levi’s voice, the possessiveness lacing his words igniting a thrill deep within him. He turned his head slightly, meeting Levi’s gaze with wide, intrigued eyes. „Is that a promise or a threat?” Eren asked, a teasing lilt in his voice, but there was an underlying seriousness in his expression.

„Both,” Levi replied, his tone unwavering, the weight of his words hanging between them like an unbreakable bond. He could feel the heat radiating off Eren, could sense the allure of the boy’s pulse thrumming just beneath his skin. „You belong to me now. This is ours, and I don’t share.”

Eren’s heart raced at the declaration, a rush of exhilaration coursing through him. “I wouldn’t want anyone else,” he assured, his voice firm and sincere. “And just so you know, I don’t share either.”

Levi’s lips curled into a smirk, satisfied with Eren’s response. “Good,” he said, pulling back slightly to lock eyes with Eren. “Then let’s make this memorable.”

With that, Levi closed the distance again, sealing their promise with a heated kiss that spoke of possession and desire, the world around them fading away as they were consumed by each other.

As they kissed, Levi’s hands deftly worked to pull Eren’s shirt from his arms, easing the fabric away until Eren’s torso was fully bare. The warmth of Eren’s skin against his cool touch ignited something primal within Levi. Eren, feeling emboldened by the moment, instinctively reached for Levi’s suit, his fingers deftly opening the buttons one by one. He tugged at the fabric, pulling it from Levi as if he wanted to peel it away, eager to expose what lay beneath.

Finally, as the blood-red dress shirt fell open, Levi’s milky white chest was revealed—perfectly sculpted, smooth, and almost glowing in the dim light of the room. Eren’s breath hitched at the sight, the beauty of Levi’s body stirring something deep inside him.

With a mix of fascination and hunger, Eren’s fingers curled into the flesh of Levi’s chest, where a heartbeat should be, but wasn’t. It was a strange contrast that sent shivers down his spine. He let his thumb flick over one of Levi’s light, rosy nipples, eliciting a soft gasp from the vampire’s parted lips. The sound sent a thrill through Eren, urging him to explore further.

Levi’s breath quickened, caught off guard by the unexpected sensation. He leaned into Eren’s touch, the heat of the human’s body against him creating a tantalizing friction that made him crave more. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he murmured, his voice low and laced with desire.

Eren smirked, his confidence growing with every gasp and moan he drew from Levi. “Oh, I think I’m just starting to figure it out,” he replied, his voice sultry as he traced his fingers down Levi’s chest, reveling in the way the vampire responded to his every caress.

Levi’s fingers entwined in Eren’s hair, pulling him closer as their lips met again, the kiss deepening with an urgency that left them both breathless.

Levi felt the hardness of Eren’s cock pressing against his ass, a tantalizing reminder of the desire coursing between them. The heat radiating from Eren’s body was intoxicating, wrapping around Levi like a warm blanket, intensifying the need that had been building since the moment they first locked eyes.

As Eren rocked his hips gently, a low moan escaped his lips, reverberating through Levi’s chest. The sound sent a shiver of pleasure down Levi’s spine, stirring something primal within him. He could feel his own erection straining against the confines of his pants, twisting in response to the rhythm of Eren’s movements.

The atmosphere around them thickened with unspoken promises, each brush of their bodies igniting the fire that had only begun to smolder. Levi’s hands found their way to Eren’s back, gripping him tightly as he pressed closer, lost in the heady mix of lust and longing that enveloped them both.

Eren’s breath hitched, and with a playful grin, he tilted his head to expose more of his neck, where Levi had tasted him moments before. “Do you have a bed?” he asked, his voice deep and laced with anticipation.

Levi’s tongue flicked out, teasing the spot where his fangs had bitten, a low growl rumbling in his throat at the taste of Eren’s skin. “Yes, I do,” he murmured against Eren’s neck, the coolness of his breath sending shivers down Eren’s spine. “And you should be in it.”

Levi pulled back slightly, releasing Eren’s lips with a soft gasp, a teasing smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He stood up from Eren’s lap, his body still radiating heat, and a noticeable tent formed in his well-fitting suit pants, a clear testament to the desire that surged between them.

He offered Eren his hand, pulling him to his feet and leading him toward the bedroom. As they walked, Eren couldn’t help but glance at Levi, taking in the sharp lines of his jaw, the way his bare skin glistened under the soft lighting, accentuating his sculpted form.

They reached the bedroom, and Levi pushed the door open, revealing a space that was both luxurious and inviting. The bed was draped in rich, dark fabrics, the dim light casting soft shadows across the room. It felt intimate, a perfect backdrop for what was about to unfold.

With practiced grace, Levi led Eren back against the bed, the soft fabric welcoming him as he sank down. Eren slid back in a way that displayed his body, his long legs stretched out invitingly, a mischievous smile playing on his lips as his eyes challenged Levi to follow him. Leaning back on his elbow, he opened the button of his pants, rolling his hips in a tantalizing motion. For just a moment, his fingers cupped his erection through the fabric, teasingly.

Levi let out a low growl at the sight, the sound not born of anger but of raw desire. He stepped forward, unable to resist the temptation, and grabbed Eren’s leg, swiftly removing his shoes before grabbing for the waistband of his pants. In a blur of motion, he pulled them down and off, the speed of his actions reflecting the urgency of his need.

Eren laughed darkly as the cool air hit his hot skin, his cock bouncing back against his stomach, fully revealed. It was long and thick, a soft vein running along ist length, surrounded by a dense trail of brown hair. “Someone is eager,” Eren teased, his voice sultry.

Levi’s eyes darted over Eren’s exposed body and he didn’t bother hiding his appreciation. “You’re fucking perfect,” he declared, his voice low and raw, the intensity of his desire palpable. „The most erotic creature I’ve ever seen.”

Eren’s teasing attitude only stoked the fire within him, and he stepped closer, the need to possess and claim what was before him burning hotter than ever.

Eren blushed at that, a genuine smile spreading across his lips, transforming his expression from playful to something softer and more sincere. It was a reaction that took him by surprise; he hadn’t expected Levi’s words to have such a profound effect on him. “You really think so?” he asked, his voice tinged with a mix of surprise and delight, vulnerability creeping into his tone.

Levi stepped closer, the heat radiating from his body mingling with Eren’s own. “I don’t say things I don’t mean,” he replied, his voice steady and filled with a raw intensity that made Eren’s heart race. “You’re everything I never knew I wanted.”

With that, Levi closed the distance, his hands gripping the edge of the bed as he leaned in, their bodies just inches apart. Eren could feel the coolness of Levi’s skin contrasting against the warmth of his own, a sensation that sent shivers down his spine. The connection between them was electric, charged with unspoken promises and desires yet to be fulfilled.

Eren’s gaze flickered down to Levi’s lips, then back to his eyes, the heat in the room building as anticipation hung thick in the air.

Levi knelt between Eren’s parted legs, his black suit pants hugging his thighs and ass perfectly. As he leaned forward, a predatory glint in his eyes, he captured Eren’s lips with a fierce, hungry kiss. Their mouths melded together, igniting a spark that set Eren’s senses ablaze. He gasped into the kiss, surrendering to Levi’s intensity, his body instinctively arching toward the vampire, seeking more.

Breaking the kiss, Levi trailed his lips along Eren’s jawline, down to the sensitive skin of his neck. He inhaled deeply, breathing in Eren’s intoxicating scent, a mix of warmth and something uniquely him. “You smell so good,” Levi murmured, his voice low and gravelly, reverberating against Eren’s skin, making his heart race. Each kiss along Eren’s collarbone sent shivers coursing through him, leaving a trail of warmth in ist wake.

As Levi’s lips ventured further down, Eren felt his breath hitch with anticipation. With Eren completely naked, the cool air enveloped his heated skin, amplifying the sensations coursing through him. Levi kissed a path down Eren’s chest, pausing to flick his tongue over a dark nipple, teasing it with gentle strokes that drew a soft moan from Eren. The sensation sent ripples of pleasure throughout his body, each flick igniting a fire within him that he couldn’t contain. Levi’s mouth was skilled and eager, and Eren found himself lost in the sensations, his head falling back against the bed as he reveled in the pleasure.

With a playful nip at the skin just below Eren’s navel, Levi looked up, meeting Eren’s gaze with a mix of desire and mischief. “I want to taste you everywhere,” he whispered, his voice sultry and filled with promise. The weight of those words sent a thrill coursing through Eren, igniting his imagination and filling his mind with fantasies of what was to come.

Eren’s heart raced, completely exposed and vulnerable, as Levi’s cool breath washed over his warm skin, heightening his senses. “Please,” he breathed, the word escaping his lips in a thick, yearning whisper. The heat of the moment engulfed them both, and Eren could hardly believe the power dynamic between them; having someone so strong and immortal be so eager for him was ego boost. It made him feel wanted in a way he had never experienced before.

Levi’s mouth hovered just above Eren’s aching cock, teasing him mercilessly as he nipped at the skin at the crack of Eren’s hip. The anticipation crackled in the air between them, each moment stretching out as Eren squirmed beneath Levi’s intense gaze. “You have no idea how much I crave you,” Levi growled softly, his voice dripping with lust, the sound reverberating through Eren’s body, igniting every nerve ending.

Levi took in Eren’s masculine scent, a heady mix of arousal mingling with the warmth of his skin and the rich, irresistable smell of blood just beneath the surface. It was a beautiful and primal fragrance that sent a thrill down Levi’s spine. Looking up, their eyes locked, Levi licked a slow stripe up the length of Eren’s cock, savoring the taste of him. Eren’s mouth fell open in a gasp, his cock twitching under the wet touch of Levi’s tongue.

Levi hands grip Eren’s strong thighs, the fingers digging in as he pulled him closer.

“God, Levi, that feels incredible,” Eren breathed, his voice thick with desire. Encouraged, Levi closed his mouth around the hard cock, sucking gently at the tip, drawing forth more gasps and moans from Eren. The delicious sound was music to his ears, and Levi relished the taste of precum, the flavor just another layer of the boy’s sweetness.

But Levi didn’t linger long on Eren’s cock. The pulsing beat he could feel on his tongue stirred his predatory instincts, making it impossible to resist the call of Eren’s blood.

“I want to bite you again…drink from you,” Levi murmured, kissing Eren’s inner thigh. His fangs grazed over Eren’s sensitive skin, and the sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through both of them. It wasn’t a plea; it was a dark promise, one that took Eren a moment to comprehend.

“Yeah, do it. Bite me,” Eren told him, his voice steady, filled with a mix of eagerness and surrender.

With that, Levi licked a teasing stripe up Eren’s thigh near his cock, feeling the heat radiating off him. When Levi’s fangs finally pierced Eren’s flesh, the initial sting threaded through Eren’s body, but it was quickly washed away by a wave of ecstasy. Like the first time Levi had bitten him, a tingling sensation flushed through Eren’s body. The pleasure flooded him, similar to the sensation of Levi sucking his cock, but this time it was his blood Levi was savoring, and Eren felt the pleasure extending through his entire being. He moaned shamelessly, the sound echoing in the room like a prayer.

Levi took only one or two sips before he stopped, unwilling to rush this sacred moment. He didn’t want to be too greedy; he didn’t want to take too much at once. He had to savor every drop, every heartbeat that throbbed with life.

He changed sides, giving the same treatment to Eren’s other thigh—kissing the sensitive skin, his tongue trailing teasingly before he pushed his fangs into the muscular flesh. Eren moaned again, a sound that reverberated deep within Levi, a primal call that ignited the urge to claim him entirely. Eren’s warm blood filled Levi’s mouth, sweet and rich, as it flowed down his throat, invigorating him with ist life force.

Eren arched on the bed, his thighs shaking, the combination of sensations pushing him to the brink of ecstasy. “Levi…,” he gasped, voice laced with desperation, a plea that was more than just words. But Levi, reveling in the moment, stopped just short of taking him over the edge, his eyes dark with hunger, his lips stained red from Eren’s blood.

Blood ran down both of Eren’s inner thighs, thick and dark, like the petals of a deep red rose. The sight was beautiful—just like everything about Eren.

Eren’s cock leaked precum, the head glistening as he teetered on the edge of orgasm, an overwhelming sensation that mirrored the intoxicating pleasure of Levi drinking from him. He looked up at Levi, his breath hitching at the sight before him.

Levi was a vision, his angular face a striking with his milky white skin, sharp cheekbones framing his features. Black hair fell around his face, framing the glowing crimson of his eyes, which burned with an insatiable hunger. His lips, stained a deep red, were smeared with Eren’s blood, resembling dark lipstick that only emphasized the seductive nature of his grin. When Levi licked his lips, it revealed his sharp, pearl-white fangs, adding to his allure. He looked like a beautiful monster—erotic, strong, and utterly captivating.

With a predatory glint in his eyes, Levi dove back between Eren’s legs, eager to worship the boy’s body. He began by licking Eren’s balls, the rough, wet sensation sending shivers of delight through Eren’s core. Eren gasped, arching his back, the mix of pleasure and the lingering sting from Levi’s bite creating an overpowering cocktail of sensations. Levi sucked gently on them, coaxing soft moans from Eren, savoring the taste and feeling of him.

As Levi lavished attention on his balls, he kissed the side of Eren’s cock, trailing his lips along the shaft, each touch igniting fire in Eren’s belly. “You’re so perfect,” Levi murmured against the skin, his voice a low, sultry whisper that vibrated through Eren, heightening his desire. “I could get lost in you forever.”

Eren’s hands tangled in Levi’s hair, urging him closer, desperate for more. “Levi… please,” he begged, the heat of need clawing at his insides. The sight of Levi’s passion, combined with the ecstasy of being bared before him, drove Eren wild, and he craved more than just the tantalizing kisses.

“Just wait,” Levi teased, pulling back slightly to meet Eren’s gaze. His expression danced between mischief and raw hunger, the intensity of his desire almost palpable. “I promise I’ll make you fucking feel good.”

Eren’s breath hitched in anticipation as Levi sank down once more, enveloping his cock with his warm, inviting mouth. The sensation was electrifying, and Eren’s world began to fade away, leaving only the exquisite pleasure that Levi was bestowing upon him.

Levi’s mouth moved expertly, swirling and sucking with a rhythm that drove Eren wild. Each pull of his lips, each flick of his tongue sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Eren’s body, making him gasp and moan helplessly. “Levi… that feels incredible,” Eren breathed, his head falling back against the soft bedding, completely lost in the moment.

With every upward stroke, Eren could feel the tension building within him, coiling tighter and tighter. “I’m so close,” he warned, his voice thick with desire. “Don’t stop, please… I want to—”

But before he could finish, the wave of pleasure crashed over him. Eren’s body tensed, and with a cry of Levi’s name, he came hard, spilling himself down Levi’s throat. The warmth of Levi’s mouth wrapped around him perfectly, and he couldn’t help but thrust into it, his mind spinning as he rode out the waves of ecstasy.

Levi eagerly swallowed every drop, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He pulled back, licking his lips, a smug grin spreading across his face. “Delicious,” he murmured, looking up at Eren with that predatory glint in his eyes. “You taste incredible everywhere I taste you.“

Eren gasped for breath, still trying to come down from the high, his heart racing as he stared at Levi, completely captivated. “I didn’t know it could feel this amazing,” he confessed, a dazed smile breaking across his face.

Levi chuckled softly, the sound rich and teasing, as he glanced down at Eren. „Are you talking about the bloodsucking or… your orgasm?“ His voice was dark, playful, and filled with satisfaction.

Eren, still breathless, looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, his face flushed and lips swollen. „Everything,“ he admitted, his tone low but sincere. “Everything we’ve done so far… it’s more than I ever imagined.”

For a moment, Levi’s sharp expression softened, something almost tender flickering in his now-grey eyes. Without a word, he lay down beside Eren, pulling him into his arms and pressing gentle kisses to his lips. The world slowed, allowing Eren a brief moment to recover, to catch his breath, and to bask in the afterglow of what they’d just shared.

But as Eren nestled into Levi’s embrace, a sudden awareness struck him—the cool press of Levi’s still-clothed body against his own bare skin. The hard outline of Levi’s painfully stiff cock pushed into his hip, reminding him that Levi hadn’t yet found release. Eren moaned at the realization, his body instinctively shifting toward Levi. He didn’t just want to be on the receiving end of Levi’s touch—he wanted to give him that same pleasure in return.

Eren wasn’t used to being passive, wasn’t used to being overwhelmed like this. But Levi had a way of pulling him under, making everything feel intense, new, and so much better than anything he had experienced before.

Levi kissed him deeply again, his tongue exploring Eren’s mouth with a slow, deliberate hunger, while Eren’s hands began to roam over Levi’s cold, sculpted body. His fingers slid down, seeking the waistband of Levi’s pants. With an almost desperate need, Eren fumbled with the belt and button, eager to feel all of him, to see him completely stripped bare.

„Let me,” Eren whispered against Levi’s lips, his voice filled with want as his hands moved with growing urgency. „I want you too.“

Levi growled softly in response, a sound filled with anticipation, as he allowed Eren to continue, the heat between them reigniting, ready to burn once again.

As Eren opened Levi’s pants, the vampire rose to his knees beside him on the bed, effortlessly pushing the fabric down over his hips. The sight revealed more of his flawless, milky white skin, smooth and unmarred, with fine black hair trailing from his navel downward—a perfect path leading to his flushed, pink cock. The stark contrast of Levi’s pale skin and the hardness between his legs made him even more striking, almost otherworldly in his beauty.

Eren’s breath caught in his throat. Seeing Levi naked for the first time—like this—stole whatever words he might have said. He was the most gorgeous, most erotic man Eren had ever laid eyes on.

Levi, aware of Eren’s stare, smirked down at him. His cock twitched slightly under the attention, and he couldn’t help the hunger that flared in his eyes. „Like what you see?“ he teased, his voice low, rich with desire. There was a dark undertone, but his expression betrayed just how much he wanted to be wanted by Eren.

Eren’s hand moved instinctively, reaching out to trace along the sharp lines of Levi’s body, fingers skimming over his abs, his hip, until they finally wrapped around the base of Levi’s cock. Levi hissed in pleasure, his body trembling slightly as Eren gave him a firm stroke, his own arousal heightening at the thought of making Levi feel as good as he had.

„You’re perfect,“ Eren whispered, his voice barely audible, full of awe as he looked up at Levi, their eyes locking once again.

Levi’s smirk faded, replaced by something deeper, something almost vulnerable beneath the hunger. For a brief moment, there was silence between them, filled only by their heavy breaths and the undeniable tension.

Then, without warning, Levi leaned down, capturing Eren’s lips in a fierce kiss, their bodies colliding once more as he pressed himself against Eren’s warmth, his skin cool but his desire burning hot. Eren moaned into the kiss, his hand still stroking Levi’s cock, each movement drawing shuddering breaths from the vampire as he bucked into his touch.

„More,“ Levi growled between kisses, his voice rough, as if he was barely holding back. „I need more of you.“

„Take me,“ Eren breathed out, his voice husky and filled with urgency. „Fuck me, Levi.“

Eren’s words hung in the air, thick with desire, and as Levi’s eyes flashed with raw hunger, Eren suddenly smirked. Without warning, he shifted beneath Levi, wrapping his legs around the vampire’s waist and flipping their positions with surprising strength and agility. Now straddling Levi, Eren looked down at him, the playful cockiness in his eyes catching Levi off guard.

„I said,“ Eren growled softly, leaning down until their lips almost touched, „fuck me.“ His voice was thick with challenge, daring Levi to take control again. But the boldness in Eren’s gaze said he wasn’t about to make it easy. He slowly ground his hips down against Levi’s hard cock, a low, teasing moan slipping from his lips as the friction sent a shiver up his spine.

Levi’s eyes darkened with lust, his lips parting in surprise for only a moment before a low, appreciative growl rumbled from his chest. His hands shot up, gripping Eren’s hips with possessive force as Eren continued to rock against him, their bodies moving in heated sync.

„You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?“ Levi murmured, his grip tightening, fingers digging into Eren’s skin. His voice was dark, filled with a mixture of approval and desire. „You think you can take control here?“

Eren’s lips curled into a smirk, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he leaned forward, kissing the corner of Levi’s mouth. „Maybe,“ he whispered against Levi’s lips, his breath hot. „Unless you want to do something about it.“

Levi’s eyes flashed red in response. In a swift, fluid motion, he surged up, gripping the back of Eren’s neck as he pulled him down into a fierce, bruising kiss, reclaiming control. His other hand gripped Eren’s ass tightly, pressing their bodies together as his cock throbbed with need between them.

Levi’s grip on Eren tightened as the younger man began rocking his hips, the friction between their hard, leaking cocks drawing a deep, guttural moan from the vampire. Levi’s breath was ragged, his eyes dark with lust as he watched Eren’s every move. His fingers dug into Eren’s ass, guiding him, his control slipping with every thrust.

„Fuck, Eren… you’re so damn hot,“ Levi growled, his voice low and rough. „You’re perfect… every inch of you.“ His eyes darted between Eren’s face and their cocks pressed together, precum smearing across both their lengths as Eren’s thumb rubbed their swollen tips. Levi bit his lower lip, watching Eren.

Eren, emboldened by Levi’s reaction, let a wicked grin spread across his face. His hips lifted slightly, and with his sticky, precum-coated fingers, he brought his hand between his legs, teasing himself. „Watch me,“ he commanded, voice husky with lust.

Levi’s eyes followed the movement, his lips parting as he watched Eren push one finger inside his own entrance. The sight was hypnotic, erotic in a way that made Levi’s cock throb painfully with desire. Eren’s fingers slid in slowly, his muscles flexing, the wet sound of his slick entrance filling the air.

„Fuck, Eren…“ Levi groaned, his control hanging by a thread. „Look at you, preparing yourself for me. You’re fucking incredible.“ His voice was full of need, his hand gripping Eren’s hip harder as he watched in awe.

Eren’s breath became faster as he added a second finger, stretching himself open for Levi. His eyes locked on Levi’s, dark with lust, his grin never fading. „You like that?“ Eren teased, his voice breathless but filled with confidence. He bit his lip, rocking his hips down on his fingers, the anticipation of Levi’s cock building the heat between them.

Levi’s eyes were glued to Eren’s every move, his cock twitching at the sight. „I fucking love it,“ Levi growled, his voice full of hunger. „You’re driving me crazy, Eren… You’re so damn hot like this. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me.“

Eren moaned softly, his fingers working deeper, stretching himself open, preparing for what he wanted—what he craved. His hips bucked slightly, and he could feel Levi’s intense gaze, only adding to his pleasure. „I’m ready for you,“ Eren murmured, his voice low and dripping with desire, „So fuck me, Levi. Make me yours.“

Levi’s gaze darkened as he watched Eren, his body trembling with desire at the sight before him. His hand moved steadily over his own length, spreading the slick pre-cum around his cock as his breath came out in ragged bursts. The raw need between them was palpable, thick in the air.

„You’re so damn sexy,“ Levi growled, his voice hoarse with lust. His free hand trailed down Eren’s trembling thigh before gripping his hip, steadying him. „I’m going to fill you up so good.“

With one final stroke, Levi positioned himself, the tip of his cock brushing against Eren’s entrance. He could feel the heat radiating from Eren’s body, inviting him in. Levi leaned in, his mouth grazing Eren’s ear as he whispered darkly, „You want this? All of me inside you?“

Eren’s breath hitched, his eyes half-lidded with need. „Yes, Levi. I want it all.“

Levi wasted no time, pressing upwards, breaching Eren with slow, deliberate force. The tight heat enveloped him, and they both groaned as Levi pushed deeper. His fingers gripped Eren’s hips harder, grounding himself in the feeling of Eren wrapped around him. The stretch was intense, and Eren’s moans only fueled Levi’s desire. He moved in deeper, filling Eren completely.

„Fuck, you feel good,“ Levi murmured, his voice rough as he began to thrust, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Each movement was precise, deliberate, as if he was savoring every inch of Eren’s body.

Levi’s grip tightened on Eren’s hips as he thrust upward, meeting every roll of Eren’s hips with perfect timing. The contrast between Levi’s cool skin and Eren’s heated body sent shivers down both their spines, an electric mix of warmth and cold that heightened every sensation. Eren’s moans echoed in the room, the sound fueling Levi’s movements, driving him deeper, harder.

Eren leaned down, capturing Levi’s lips in a searing kiss, their mouths moving in rhythm with their bodies. He could feel the hardness of Levi’s cock filling him completely, his body adjusting to every inch of it, stretching around him in a way that was both intense and intoxicating. As Eren rode Levi, he clenched around him, making Levi growl into his mouth.

„Fuck, Eren,“ Levi groaned, his eyes never leaving Eren’s. He watched the way Eren moved, the way his body took him in, and it was like nothing he had ever experienced. Levi’s hands roamed over Eren’s body, his touch rough and possessive, helping guide his movements as Eren rocked up and down on his cock. Each thrust sent jolts of pleasure shooting through both of them, and the room was filled with the sound of skin slapping, mingling with the heady scent of sweat, blood, and pure lust.

Eren’s heartbeat pounded in Levi’s ears, the sound rhythmic and alive, something that made Levi feel more grounded, more present in the moment. He could stay like this forever—buried inside Eren, surrounded by him.

„You feel so fucking good,“ Levi growled, thrusting up harder, his eyes dark and hungry. He moved in perfect rhythm with Eren, their bodies a perfect match. „I’m never letting you go again.“

Eren’s body trembled with pleasure as Levi hit all the right spots inside him, sending waves of sensation through him. He couldn’t hold back the moans that escaped his lips, his voice breaking with raw need as he threw his head back, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. He felt like he was being consumed, taken over by the intensity of Levi inside him, filling him, pushing him toward the edge.

„Levi,“ Eren gasped, his voice ragged as he rocked harder, his hands gripping Levi’s chest for balance. „Right there, fuck… don’t stop.“

Levi’s gaze burned into Eren, taking in every exquisite detail: the flush staining Eren’s cheeks, his parted lips gasping for air, the turquoise of his eyes darkened with lust, pupils blown wide, and his wild brown hair tumbling loose from ist knot. His thick brows knitted together in an expression that was both focused and utterly lost in pleasure. His entire body moved with relentless energy, riding Levi even as he began to tremble, his breath ragged and his skin slick with sweat.

Eren’s fingers dug into Levi’s chest, seeking stability as his movements grew more erratic, desperate for release. But Levi knew his lover needed more. Levi smirked, amusement flickering in his stormy grey eyes as he acted swiftly, flipping Eren around in one smooth, supernatural motion that left Eren yelping in surprise.

„Levi! Damn it!“ Eren cursed, his voice filled with frustration at being interrupted mid-movement. But his protest was short-lived, his breath catching in his throat as Levi positioned him on his hands and knees, pressing his chest against Eren’s back, his cock sliding back into that tight, welcoming heat. Eren moaned deeply, the new angle sending fresh waves of pleasure through him.

Levi’s lips ghosted over Eren’s neck, his tongue teasing the sensitive skin around Eren’s ear as his hips moved in slow, deliberate thrusts. One of Levi’s hands wrapped around Eren’s chest, pulling him up, holding him close, while the other gripped Eren’s hip firmly, keeping him in place as he drove into him. Eren’s legs were parted wide, arching back to meet Levi’s thrusts, creating the perfect angle despite Levi being shorter.

Levi rolled his hips, moving slowly, torturously, making Eren whimper in need. „Tell me what you want, Eren,“ Levi’s voice was rough, a low growl against Eren’s skin, vibrating with restrained power and hunger.

Eren swallowed hard, his voice breathless and raw. „Fuck me, touch me, bite me… let me come,“ he begged, his head falling back against Levi’s shoulder. Then, in a voice laced with something deeper, something final, Eren added, „Make me feel everything. And after that… I want to feel human one last time.“

Levi paused, his lips lingering against Eren’s shoulder, his body still except for the slow, deliberate movement of his cock slipping in and out of Eren in a maddening rhythm. His voice was barely a whisper, full of curiosity and something darker. „How can I make you feel that way?“

Eren’s response was quiet, but filled with unshakable resolve. „What’s more human than dying?“ His voice wavered, but his meaning was clear. „Turn me, Levi. I’m yours.“

Levi’s grip on Eren tightened, possessive and protective, as if the very thought of losing Eren, of letting him slip away, ignited something primal within him. His hand left Eren’s hip and slid down to grasp Eren’s cock, fingers curling around the hardened length. The combination of Levi’s slow thrusts and the firm stroke of his hand made Eren gasp and shudder beneath him.

„You’re mine,“ Levi growled, his voice dark and low, fangs grazing Eren’s neck. „And you’ll stay mine. Forever.“

With a growl, Levi started thrusting faster into Eren, rolling his hips harder, burying himself deeper with every stroke. His hand matched the rhythm, stroking Eren’s cock firmly, feeling how it throbbed and swelled as the pleasure built. Eren moaned loudly, his hands gripping Levi’s arms, not to stop him, but to ground himself as the overwhelming sensations took control. Levi’s tongue swept over Eren’s shoulder, teasing, until Eren’s moans grew rougher, his body tensing, muscles contracting in anticipation.

Then, with a sharp, fluid motion, Levi’s fangs sank into Eren’s flesh. A brief flash of pain shot through Eren’s body, but it was quickly overwhelmed by pleasure, burning through his veins like fire. The tension in his core exploded as the sensation from Levi’s bite sent shockwaves through him, intensifying the ecstasy building inside. Eren’s cock pulsed, spilling thick ropes of cum, his hips driving back onto Levi’s cock as his body tensed up, trembling, his climax tearing through him with brutal force.

„Levi!“ Eren cried out, his voice ragged and hoarse with the force of his release. His whole body shook, lost in the pleasure coursing through him, while Levi’s mouth worked at his neck, drawing blood, savoring every drop. The scent of Eren’s arousal, the taste of his blood, drove Levi to his own edge. He moaned deeply, his thrusts becoming erratic as he followed Eren into bliss, his release spilling inside him, filling Eren completely.

„Fuck,“ Levi groaned, his voice rough, blood smeared across his lips. He felt Eren’s body still shaking beneath him, the sensation of their shared ecstasy vibrating through them both. As Levi continued to thrust gently, riding the last waves of his orgasm, his hand left Eren’s spent cock. Without hesitation, Levi bit into his own wrist, the sharp fangs tearing through his pale skin, the blood flowing freely.

„Here, drink it,“ Levi commanded, his voice low and authoritative. He pressed his wrist against Eren’s lips, the warm blood flowing over them. Eren hesitated for only a second, a surprised sound escaping him, before he began to suck, his lips latching onto Levi’s wrist, drinking deeply, accepting what Levi was offering him—what he craved.

As Eren swallowed Levi’s blood, letting it mingle with his own, Levi bit down again on the sensitive spot on Eren’s neck, drawing more of his lover’s blood in return. Eren moaned around Levi’s wrist, his body still trembling, his senses flooded by the intensity of the moment. Levi’s cock remained buried deep inside him as he continued to turn Eren, binding them together in the most intimate way possible.

Levi could feel the bond between them deepening, like a thread pulling tighter with each passing moment as Eren’s transformation took hold. He watched Eren’s body writhe in his arms, knowing the agony that coursed through him was inevitable—the price to be paid for immortality.

„Eren… Eren, that’s enough,” Levi said, his voice rough but firm, pulling his wrist from Eren’s eager mouth. Eren growled softly in protest, his grip hard on Levi’s arm, but Levi eased him down onto the bed. The vampire withdrew from Eren’s body, his cock slipping out, but his hands remained steady, guiding Eren gently as his lover’s body trembled violently from the force of what was happening.

Eren’s body arched, muscles convulsing as he cried out in pain. Levi stayed close, holding him, his lips pressing soothing kisses into Eren’s damp hair, his presence the only anchor in the storm of torment overtaking Eren. „I know,“ Levi whispered, voice thick with emotion, „I know it hurts, but it’s almost over. You’re becoming something more, Eren. Just a little longer.“

Eren’s moans turned into screams as Levi’s blood and venom coursed through him, battling the life that still clung stubbornly to his body. His muscles seized uncontrollably, his fingers digging into the sheets, knuckles white, while blood streaked his lips and stained his flushed skin. Levi’s heart clenched at the sight, knowing the pain was almost unbearable, but it was the path to something new—something eternal.

Eren was dying in Levi’s arms, the last flickers of his human life burning out in a blaze of agony. Levi whispered reassurances, kissing Eren’s forehead, his breath cold against Eren’s fevered skin. „You’ll come back to me stronger,“ Levi murmured. „I promise.“

Eren’s green eyes flickered wildly, the brilliant emerald slowly darkening as a blood-red hue seeped into his irises, marking the beginning of his transformation. His heartbeat quickened, erratic and fierce, pounding like thunder inside his chest. It grew louder and faster until it reached an unbearable crescendo—a roar of life before the inevitable silence. His body burned with unnatural heat, his skin slick with sweat as he struggled to breathe, each gasp setting his lungs aflame, his chest heaving with the effort.

Then, with one last, desperate breath—Eren’s heart stopped.

For a moment, the room was deathly silent. Eren’s body went still, limp in Levi’s arms, the life that had been fighting to stay finally slipping away. Levi’s grip tightened around him, his voice soft but urgent as he pressed his lips to Eren’s ear.

„It’s almost over,” Levi whispered, his voice breaking. „Just let go. Let go of your life, and come back to me.“

Seconds passed like hours, Levi holding Eren’s lifeless body, waiting for the spark that would bring him back. Though Levi had no heartbeat of his own, the weight of the moment pressed down on him like a stone. And then, slowly, Levi felt it—the faintest stir of movement. Eren’s fingers twitched, and his chest expanded with a shallow, ragged breath.

Eren’s eyes snapped open, glowing with a mix of red and green, his body still but filled with a power Levi recognized all too well. He was reborn, no longer mortal but something else entirely—a vampire, bound to Levi forever.

_

Eren lay on the bed, drenched in sweat, his body gripped by a heat that seemed to radiate from deep within. Every breath grew heavier, as though the air itself resisted entering his lungs. The heat was unbearable, his heart racing madly, as if it was desperately fighting against the inevitable. Each pounding beat sent blood surging through his veins, but the rhythm was chaotic, panicked, and he knew it wouldn’t last much longer.

Pain spread from his chest down through his limbs, as if his muscles were burning from the inside. His stomach cramped, and he could feel his liver and kidneys failing, overwhelmed by toxins his body could no longer process. His breath grew shallow, labored, each inhale a battle, like trying to breathe through water.

His consciousness flickered, a haze settling over his thoughts. But instead of drifting into darkness, he was seized by a new, inexplicable sensation. His heart, which had fought so long against death, beat even faster now—threatening to tear from his chest. The pain was nearly unbearable, yet amidst the agony, something shifted. He could feel life being drained from his body, but at the same time, an unfamiliar energy surged into him.

The cold that usually accompanies death didn’t come. Instead, that unnatural heat still pulsed through his veins. His heart gave one final, frantic beat—and then stopped. A deadly silence filled his body. His heart had ceased to function. His organs immediately began to shut down, the blood flow halted, and death took hold.

But it was only a moment. In the next second, an icy chill swept through him, instantly extinguishing the pain. The death he had felt briefly transformed into an overwhelming surge of power. His heart remained still, his lungs no longer breathed—but he wasn’t dead. His body suddenly felt strong, unnaturally light. The searing heat had given way to a cool, immortal calm.

Eren’s eyes snapped open, and the gaze that emerged was no longer that of a dying man. It was the gaze of a creature that had just touched eternity. Death hadn’t consumed him—it had remade him.

_

Eren’s mixed green-red eyes locked onto Levi, wide with awe and disbelief. It was as if he couldn’t fully grasp what had just happened to him—how he had died, yet was more alive than ever. Everything felt different, sharper, more intense, but still undeniably himself. He inhaled experimentally, flaring his nostrils, and the world flooded in. Scents, sounds, sensations—so much more than when he was human. The most overwhelming part of it all was Levi.

Levi’s touch burned against his skin, each caress electric, more intimate than anything Eren had ever felt. His scent—rich, dark, intoxicating—wrapped around him, invading every sense. Even the softest breath Levi took was as clear as a whisper to Eren’s new ears. It was as though Levi had become the very center of his universe. The power of this bond, this connection, filled him with something almost akin to falling in love. And yet, there was no beating heart, no rapid pulse to mirror the flood of emotions inside him. He was calm, still, but filled with an overwhelming need for Levi, to be closer, to feel him in every way.

„Levi,“ Eren breathed out, his voice trembling with newfound awareness, his eyes never leaving the vampire who had changed him. He could feel the bond between them thrumming through his veins, as if the very essence of Levi was intertwined with his own now. „I… I can feel everything… You.“

Levi’s gaze softened, a flicker of pride and something deeper flashing in his crimson eyes. He moved closer, brushing his fingers through Eren’s hair, his touch both tender and possessive. „You’re mine, Eren. Forever.“

Eren’s breath caught. That word—forever—settled inside him like an undeniable truth. He belonged to Levi, just as much as Levi belonged to him, bound together by blood, by something more powerful than either of them had imagined. He didn’t need his heart to tell him what he already knew. He was Levi’s, and nothing would ever change that.

Eren’s lips curved into a small, teasing smile, even in the midst of all the intensity that coursed through him. He wasn’t one to simply be claimed without a fight—vampire or not, he was still himself, and that meant never backing down, not even in moments like this. Slowly, he reached out, his hand brushing against Levi’s cheek before sliding into his hair, pulling him close.

„Don’t forget, Levi,“ Eren murmured, his voice low and filled with that familiar sass. „You might have turned me, but you’re mine now too. Just the same.“

Levi raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching in amusement as he stared into Eren’s glowing eyes. A chuckle escaped him, low and rough. „Is that so?“ he asked, his voice laced with challenge and amusement. But there was no denying the possessiveness in Levi’s gaze as he leaned into Eren’s touch, their foreheads nearly touching.

„Yeah,“ Eren replied, his thumb grazing over Levi’s bottom lip, his newfound confidence practically radiating from him. „I didn’t die just to be some vampire’s little pet. We’re in this together.“ His eyes gleamed as he pulled Levi even closer, their bodies brushing, heat and cold melding together in the strangest, most exhilarating way. „You’re mine, Levi. Forever.“

Levi’s expression darkened, his eyes flaring with a mixture of lust and something far deeper. „You’ve got a lot of nerve,“ he whispered, his voice rough and edged with desire. But there was no denying the power in Eren’s words—Levi knew it too. They were bound together, equals in this new life, their destinies intertwined.

And with that, Levi lowered himself to meet Eren’s lips.

The kiss wasn’t gentle—there was no room for that between them. It was fiery, full of hunger and want, each trying to claim the other, to show they were equals in this bond. Eren gasped into Levi’s mouth, his hands threading through Levi’s hair, pulling him even closer. Their bodies pressed together, the last reminder of Eren’s heat melding with Levi’s cool skin, a contrast that made Eren’s head spin.

Levi growled softly, biting at Eren’s lip, not enough to break skin but enough to remind him who had started this, who had made him. But Eren, being Eren, wasn’t one to back down. He kissed Levi harder, his mouth opening wider as their tongues tangled in a fierce, intoxicating rhythm. Each movement was laced with passion, with the unspoken truth that they were bound now, inseparable.

Eren’s heart—silent but still so full of emotion—pounded with the feeling of Levi’s touch. Every brush of Levi’s lips, every flick of his tongue, set Eren on fire. He arched into Levi, pulling him in by the hips, wanting more, needing to feel all of him, taste all of him.

Levi’s hand gripped Eren’s waist, sliding down his side as he kissed him harder, deeper, like he was trying to claim every last bit of him. But Eren pushed back just as fiercely, his fingers gripping Levi’s hair tightly, refusing to be overwhelmed, refusing to be just the one being claimed.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathless, lips swollen, their gazes locked, filled with a dangerous intensity. Eren’s eyes glinted with triumph. „I told you,“ he whispered against Levi’s mouth, his voice a mix of smugness and desire. „You’re mine too.“

Levi’s lips quirked into a smirk, his eyes burning into Eren’s. „Guess we’ll just have to live with that,” he rasped, and before Eren could respond, Levi kissed him again—just as hard, just as fiercely.

But as their mouths moved together, the heat between them slowly began to shift. The intensity softened, and the kiss turned gentler, more tender. Levi’s grip on Eren’s body eased, his fingers brushing against Eren’s jaw with a light touch.

After their lips finally parted, Levi rested his forehead against Eren’s for a moment, the intensity of the moment hanging between them. He exhaled softly before pulling back, his gaze gentle now, though his tone was matter-of-fact. „You’ll need to drink blood soon,” he said quietly. „And we should get cleaned up.” His eyes flicked downward, reminding them both of the aftermath of their earlier passion, their naked bodies still entwined in the bed.

Eren's brow furrowed slightly as he processed Levi’s words. „I don’t want to bite a human,” he admitted, his voice low but steady. „Not after... what we shared. I don’t want to feel that with anyone else.”

Levi’s expression softened, though his response was practical. „I told you before, you can bite a human without all the... pleasure,” he said, raising an eyebrow. „But controlling the bloodlust isn’t easy. Especially for a newborn. It’s easy to get lost in the rush of it, to kill without meaning to.”

Eren tilted his head, absorbing Levi’s words without flinching. He wasn’t disgusted by the thought, nor did he seem afraid. Instead, he considered it with a predatory calm. He wasn’t human anymore, after all. A predator doesn’t pity its prey. But he knew there was a fine line—he’d have to learn how to take blood without losing control, how to respect human life even if he didn’t feel the same connection to it anymore.

Levi watched Eren closely, deciding on the best approach for now. „I’ll get you something,” he said, standing up and moving gracefully across the room. He left Eren in the bed and walked to the living area, where a small fridge was hidden in the corner. Inside, blood bags were neatly stacked. Levi took one out, pouring the thick, dark red liquid into an elegant glass, the deep color like exquisite wine.

Levi paused for a moment, breathing in the scent. It smelled good, rich and metallic, but he didn’t need it right now—he had already drunk from Eren before turning him, savoring that taste. And, after the kiss they shared, he wanted to hold onto that flavor a little longer. This was for Eren. He needed it to complete his transformation and grow stronger.

Returning to the bed, Levi handed Eren the glass, his eyes watching him closely. „Drink. You’ll need your strength."

Eren sat up in the bed, taking the glass from Levi’s hand with a curious gleam in his eyes. The scent of the blood filled his senses, making his mouth water in anticipation. As he took a sip, the blood spread across his tongue—it was thicker than anything he’d ever tasted before, velvet and smooth like silk, but not in the metallic way he remembered. No, this was different. It was sweet, rich, almost intoxicating, but cold. He pulled a slight face at the temperature.

Levi let out a quiet chuckle, his lips quirking into a faint smile. „Yeah, I know. It’s better warm, when you can feel the pulse, the life in it, if you drink it straight from a human. But this will do for now.”

Eren nodded, already able to imagine how fresh blood might taste—warmer, more alive. But even this was good. His body seemed to awaken with each swallow, a flash of power surging through him as he finished the glass. He could feel the energy of life filling him, strengthening him, his senses sharpening even more. His fangs snapped out instinctively, and as he blinked, the last remnants of green in his eyes were completely overtaken by crimson, glowing with the same intensity as Levi’s.

Levi watched him with a look of satisfaction, his gaze admiring. Eren had always been beautiful—Levi had noticed that the moment he laid eyes on him—but now, it was as if something had been unleashed, something that had been hidden beneath the surface of his humanity. His skin was still darker than Levi’s, but it seemed to have a flawless, ethereal quality to it now. His hair had come loose, tumbling wild around his head and neck, making him look even more untamed, dangerous in a way that only amplified his allure. The faint scars Eren once carried were gone, every inch of his skin now perfect.

Then Eren blinked again, and the crimson in his eyes faded, revealing the striking turquoise beneath, framed by long, dark lashes. Levi felt a ghost of something stir in his chest, something he hadn’t felt in years. He couldn’t name it—not exactly—but it was as if, for a fleeting second, his heart almost remembered how to beat.

Everyone would think he was mad for turning a human he had just met. But time didn’t matter to someone like him. Time was overrated. A second could stretch into eternity, and decades could pass in the blink of an eye. When you were immortal, you learned to value something else. Levi had never been one to make decisions so quickly, but with Eren, he just knew. Turning him had been the right thing to do.

Levi’s fingers brushed gently over Eren’s jaw, and he leaned in closer, his voice softer now but filled with a rare tenderness. „You’re beautiful, Eren,” he murmured, his eyes tracing every feature of Eren’s transformed face. „You always were… but now, it’s like nothing’s holding you back anymore.”

Eren smiled back at Levi, a wicked glint lighting up his turquoise eyes. In one swift, fluid motion, he pulled Levi toward him, pushing him onto his back with surprising force. Eren hadn’t expected to feel this powerful, his new strength surging through him like an electric current. It was exhilarating, captivating. He hovered over Levi, a triumphant grin spreading across his face as he looked down at him.

Levi’s eyes flickered with amusement, a mixture of surprise and delight dancing in their depths. „Well, well, look who’s gotten a bit cocky,” he teased, arching an eyebrow. Eren’s grin widened at the playful challenge.

Eren leaned closer, his face mere inches from Levi’s, his breath cool against Levi’s skin. „I’ve always been cocky,” he said, his voice low and sultry, filled with newfound confidence. He could feel the rush of power coursing through his veins, a reminder that he was no longer human, no longer bound by his previous limitations.

With a swift motion, he pressed down against Levi, their bodies aligning perfectly. The intensity of the moment electrified the air around them, and Eren reveled in the sensation. He could feel Levi’s cool skin against his own, a contrast that was oddly comforting.

„Let’s see if you can keep up,” Eren challenged, and before Levi could respond, he captured Levi’s lips in a searing kiss, pouring every ounce of his desire into it. The kiss was passionate and primal, a dance of dominance and submission as they explored the depths of their connection. Eren felt like he was melding into Levi, his body instinctively seeking more of that intoxicating bond they shared.

Levi responded in kind, his hands finding their way to Eren’s waist, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss. Their mouths moved together in perfect harmony, a blend of their desires igniting the very air around them. Eren’s heart raced—not in fear, but in exhilaration as he lost himself in the moment.

„Is that all you’ve got?” Eren teased breathlessly, pulling back for just a moment to catch his breath, the playful spark in his eyes never wavering.

Levi chuckled softly, his gaze unwavering. “Just you wait,” he replied, a predatory grin forming on his lips. „I’m just getting started.”

Eren’s smile faltered for a brief second, replaced by a thrill that sent shivers down his spine. They both knew that the night was far from over, and together they would explore the depths of their newfound bond, testing the limits of their powers and desires.

The End