Dangerous Territory

Ein Verheirateter Mann

Eren drifted through a dream. It was a big city, he was sitting in a café, a cup of tea in front of him, watching cars drive by. A person approached his table, yet his eyes stayed on the traffic.

"Will that be all?" the man asked.

"Never," Eren muttered. "I want more."

"You'll pay for it."

"I know." He picked up the teacup and took a sip. "It's worth it."

He was suddenly in a dark room, a winter storm outside, yet he was warm in bed. Blankets shifted, and he saw Levi climb up on top of him.

"I'm not worth it."

Eren reached up and caressed his narrow face. "To me, you are."

He felt Levi's small but strong hands slide over him, up his bare chest, rounding his shoulders, and Eren felt his body react. He closed his eyes and moaned as suddenly water was all around them, sloshing against his torso. When he opened his eyes again, they were in a bathtub, and Levi was above him, naked and dripping with water.

"Why are you like this, takhshet?"

Eren grabbed Levi's hips and pulled him in closer. "Because I love you."

Their bodies slid together in the water, and Eren felt the tingle down below growing. Then suddenly they were back in the dark, wintry room, and Levi was lying beside him. Eren wrapped his arms around and kissed the back of his neck.

"What are you doing?" asked Levi.

His hips pressed in, finding sweet friction up against the plump ass. He trembled with need and moaned, "Levi..."

"Eren?"

He grabbed harder and made a firm thrust.

"Eren!"

* * *

He jolted awake. He was still in bed, there was a warm body beside him, his arm had grabbed around the person, and below the sheets...

"Who's Levi?"

Eren blinked out his eyes. "What?"

The person in his arms rolled around, and instead of black hair and narrow eyes, he saw a blond woman with huge, hazel eyes. Eren immediately scuttled back.

"What ... Louise?" he cried out.

She pouted. "Were you dreaming?"

Eren frantically looked around the room and saw he was in the Metz hotel.

Louise blushed as she sat up. "You were talking in your sleep."

Eren shook his head, chasing the dream away. "I'm sorry. Did I bother you?"

"Well, not until you ... you ... um..."

He knew what he must have done; he still felt the erection from the dream. "Shit! I am so, so sorry."

"Who's Levi?" She bit her lower lip. "Is that the person you love? A Jew?"

Eren's confusion instantly turned in something close to anger. "Don't worry about that," he snapped. He sat up and threw the covers off.

"Eren—"

"Get more sleep. It'll be a long drive."

He stormed off to the bathroom, slammed the door behind him, and leaned over the sink. How humiliating, to have a dream like that with someone else in his bed! Holding her, and what he must have been doing and saying! He felt so sick, his stomach began to convulse. He turned on the faucet to let the water run, just in case he vomited.