“Closed to General Public.”

(Dude sorry. I thought I read black. I’ll edit it.)

Eerie smiled warmly, rubbing Levi’s hair into a fluffier mess. “I am alive. I’m right here for you. I’ll never leave.” He didn’t care about his straining shirt, nor the fact that neither of them were wearing pants. He cared about finding the exact, most best way to help Levi. He’d probably die before he found it but until then, he’d search and ask everyone.

(All good! Just making sure you knew.)

Several more choked off breaths shook through Levi, making him shudder and shake like a leaf in the wind. Eerie was here and he said he wasn't leaving. Even if it wasn't the truth, it was comforting enough to calm Levi down. He wanted to be held and kissed and petted and murmured to so badly that he nearly ached with it. "Hold me. Please."

Eerie shifted his grip on Levi. “I am, love, I am. I’m right here, holding you as close as I can. Just calm down, try to catch your breath. You’re not in danger, you’re not hurt. You’re safe with me, in my arms. Trust me.” He murmured all of this, trying to get the most of it. His voice was shaking slightly in the strain of whispering, he didn’t care. He wanted his husband to be okay, to feel safe.

Love me, Levi wanted to say, Hold me close and never let me go. "Don't leave. Don't leave. Please." He clutched even tighter. His heart was hammering in his chest. Blood thrummed through his ears and everything was overlaid by its sound. One of his scars was making his whole shoulder ache, the way it so often did after nightmares. Someone had told him it was psychosomatic. He didn't know what that meant.

Eerie held him as close as he could. His arms strained slightly with the effort. “I am. I am. I’ll never leave. I’m staying right here with you.” He tucked his face into Levi’s hair, squeezing Levi’s lap closer with a motion from his legs. This was perfect, sitting here like this, holding his husband in his arms. This is what he wanted, and what Levi needed at this moment.

"Promise?" Levi sniffed, keeping his face hidden. His eyes were getting warmer and he knew he was getting close to the edge. Knew he might start crying. If he started crying, Eerie would know- deeply and completely know- that Levi was weak. And sure, Levi had been weak today. He was already acting like a sniveling coward, but at least- at the very fucking least- he hadn't cried.

Eerie nodded. “I promise the whole world. I’ll never leave.” He swallowed a little. “I love you. I care about you a lot.” Eerie gave a slight chuckle. “I don’t even know where it came from. You’re just so… good. I could never replace you for anyone else.” He went to continue talking, but he stopped himself. “Sorry, I must be rambling.”

Levi half perked up at the word good. Eerie thought he was good. And wasn't that the best thing he could be in the world? Good? The only thing he'd ever needed to do was make the people who mattered happy. The only way to make people happy was to do what they wanted. "More."

Eerie shifted, feeling Levi perk up a little. Was he actually helping?
“When your dad first messaged us, I was unsure, sure, but I didn’t hate you. I more or less was prejudiced against you. But you were just really kind, and you put up with my shit and I really can’t thank you enough for that. Not to mention… you’re really caring and soft, even though I might suggest something you don’t want to do. You’ll accept it just to make me happy, right?”

Levi nodded furiously, looking up from Eerie's shirt just to prove how serious he was. In the back of his mind, he was squealing happily. The praise was soothing him, calming him. He derived most of his self-worth from what people told him. And Eerie said he was caring. Said he was soft.. Said he would make Eerie happy. "More."

Eerie smiled down at him. “You’re going to make a good husband. I’m excited to share my life with you. It was awkward at first, but now there’s just that bond between us. You deserve that bond. More than I do. But we both have it. We’re bound together in warmth. It’s really nice. Really. I’m really glad you’re here with me. If I didn’t find you… I don’t know where I’d be with your sister… but. I’m here with you. You’re my amazing, lovely, awe-striking, handsome, husband.”

Levi didn't even think, he just pushed himself upwards, claiming Eerie's lips in a searing kiss. Eerie said he was awe-striking. Amazing. Said he deserved something. The room was a bit hot, but Eerie's skin was cold. His lips were cold too, and that just made him even more perfect. He pulled away after a few seconds, flinching when he realized what he'd done. HE kissed EERIE. Without permission. What if he fucked up?

Eerie made a faint noise in surprise but didn’t resist. He rose his hands only to put them back down. He identified the fear on his husband’s face with concern on his own.
“What’s wrong, Levi?” His hands found Levi’s face. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” He smiled a little. He loved the determined power behind that kiss. He wanted another. He ached for Levi’s lips on his and for Levi’s hands on his hips, like it was earlier.

Levi leaned back in a little slowly, head tilted in confusion. The kiss had been nice, excessively nice, but it was strange to think that Eerie had liked it the same way Levi had. He was made to hurt people, not give them pleasure. "It… was?"

Eerie nodded. “It was. It was amazing.” He left something unsaid, trailed off. He wanted to go past the kissing, but he knew to be patient. He took Levi’s head in his hands and shifted slightly so he was on his lap, straddling him again. “It was really nice. Really.”

Levi instinctively placed his hands on Eerie's waist, holding him in place. There were so many things going on around him. Eerie was here and Eerie was holding his head and Eerie was straddling him. Him, out of all the people in this world. He wanted to know how to make Eerie happy. "What do you want me to do? Tell me what to do."

Eerie leaned his head close. “Kiss me.” His imagination reeled off again and his breath caught in his throat. And pin me and rip off my clothes… Eerie fought back the strong images in his head. Not now. Unless Levi had mind reading abilities and knew what was going on. Which Eerie doubted. Or hoped. A mix between the two.

Levi groaned helplessly, leaning in and kissing Eerie with all the passion he could muster. Not much, but there was something firey there. Something that burbled closer and closer to the surface as the kiss continued. After a few minutes of making out, Levi pulled away breathing heavily. "What else?"

Eerie spluttered into a faint groan when Levi pulled away. He fought for his breath, which was rather impossible thanks to the construction of hands-down pleasure in his chest. Eerie finally breathed out, “Just… just take me.” He himself wasn’t entirely sure what that meant, unless one listened to a lot of early 2000’s music. Which Eerie did not. He just breathed out whatever felt right for the situation, wanting Levi to steal away with him, make him shiver and weak.

Levi stood swiftly, picking Eerie up princess style and tossing him onto the bed. The kisses trailed from Eerie's mouth to his neck and then up to his ear. "What do I do? How do I make you feel good?" His voice was raspy and deeper than usual. He hoped it seemed hot rather than creepy.

Eerie squeaked briefly but relaxed immediately into the kiss. He half-closed his eyes as his lips trailed over his neck and to his ear. He shifted closer to Levi, biting his lip.
“Anything,” He said desperately, “anything you can think of.”

(Do you wanna swing to PM, now?)

(Sure. For some reason I can never pm people so can you start the chat?)

(Sure!)

(Hhhheeeeeeeere wwe arerreee)

Levi slept soundly, no dreams disturbing his slumber. Or, if there were any, he couldn't remember them. It was a pleasant break from his usual nightmares. Eerie became a glorified teddy bear as Levi cuddled up to him, crushing him in a tight hug.

Eerie stayed awake, stroking Levi’s hair and back. Levi was precious, but he was also strong and well-rounded. He couldn't love him any more. He kissed Levi’s face, once on his nose, cheeks and forehead, wanting to get Levi up. He wanted to do more, hear him laugh, talk and enjoy himself, no matter what it was.

Levi woke up about an hour later, shoving himself up so he was lying in Eerie's lap. Everything was still a little fuzzy around the edges and he wasn't feeling all the inhibitions he usually did. Afterglow was one hell of a mood lifter. "You like me. You really like me." His tone was full of wonder as if he couldn't believe what he was saying. As if he couldn't believe anyone would ever value him.

Eerie smiled and stroked Levi’s hair. The taste of him was still strong in Eerie’s mouth. He didn’t ever want that taste to go away. He wanted to sit there and taste his husband’s mark for as long as he lived.
“Of course I really like you.” His voice was hoarse from the dryness of his mouth.

Levi tilted his head, letting it lull off the side of Eerie's lap. "But why?" It was one of the great mysteries of Levi's life. Why did those few people who seemed to like him do it? What was there to like? What did the teeny tiny percent of the population who enjoyed him see that the rest of the world didn't?

Eerie smiled a little. “Didn’t I say that a little while back? You’re just such an amazing person. It’s hard not to like you.” He rubbed the side of Levi’s face lovingly, gazing into his eyes.