Dangerous Territory

The Man Under the Disguise

"Are you seriously kissing my arse?"

"I guess so."

Touches, kisses, and then the shock of a wet tongue. Even now, it made him flustered.

Could he bring himself to kiss a man's buttocks? He was not sure if he had ever kissed a woman's rump, and that at least sounded halfway decent. A man's, though?

He had to admit to himself, Eren had one nice-looking butt, a blend of firm muscle with just enough softness to make grabbing it fun. As he gazed at the display, his hands tightened into fists.

He kind of wanted to grab Eren's ass now.

Meanwhile, Eren faced the closet for some decency as he got dressed. He had thought about asking Levi to close his eyes, or even taking all of his clothes and dressing in the bathroom like he normally did. However, a devious part of him wanted Levi to see him like this. He wondered if Levi had looked away in a huff with a red face or if maybe—just maybe—he was enjoying the view. Eren did not dare turn around to check.

Putting on his underwear, cotton shirt, and socks was easy, but he hesitated as he looked at the Heer uniform. These were the same trousers, tunic, boots, and cap that he had proudly worn for almost a year, yet it was getting harder to wear such Nazi symbols these days.

As he grudgingly took the tunic off a hanger, Levi walked up to him. His long fingers brushed across Eren's shoulder, like a last touch before that uniform swallowed him again.

"Finish dressing and get us food," he whispered.

Eren glanced over at him with a twinge of regret, but Levi had a deep understanding in his eyes. Eren had no choice but to do his duty. Anything less would be to incur the wrath of the entire German military. Still, Eren wished this uniform meant something different. He was still proud to be a German and to fight for his fatherland, but the symbols on the uniform declared something more, an ideology that was now repulsive to him.

Yet, what could he do? He had a duty to his country and a desire to protect his friends. He could not abandon them.

He yanked his uniform on, then ordered breakfast, but only one meal this time. After he hung up, Eren put in a call to the barracks. When he was done, he sat next to Levi and leaned over onto his shoulder.

"I'm sorry I have to leave."

"Why be sorry? It's your job."

Maybe, but he really wished he and Levi could have a few days together. Their time felt so limited, he hated that he spent most of it apart.

Levi felt Eren's arms being clingy again. Rather than scold him, Levi reached over and rubbed Eren's head, like consoling a child. He looked at Eren in that uniform. It was always sad to see him put it back on, but he knew there was no other choice.

After a few minutes, the food arrived. Levi calmly hid inside the wardrobe until the cart was in and the door locked again. Then he came out and saw, rather than sitting down to eat, Eren was pulling his cap on.

"I need to get going. You eat my breakfast."

Levi began to open his mouth in protest.

"Don't worry, I'll eat. I already called Floch and told him to bring some food. I'll eat whatever he brings, and you can eat my food. It's only Müsli so do not feel bad. You may need to stretch it across the day. I don't know when I will be back. Hopefully before dinner."

Levi began to reach forward, froze, and instead of an intimate touch to the face, his hand landed on Eren's shoulder. "Be careful out there. Keep up the lie, and don't do anything stupid."