The early evening painted the kitchen in soft hues of fading sunlight. I leaned against the counter, the warmth of a mug of chamomile tea seeping into my hands as I watched a documentary on my tablet. From the living room, the rhythmic tap-tap-tap of Rosa's fingers on her keyboard filled the otherwise quiet house. Despite our efforts, stacks of brittle parchment and bound tomes still loomed in every corner.

As an actor, this domestic disarray barely registered as an inconvenience. However, Levi navigated the piles of boxes with a distinct lack of spatial awareness, stepping on and crushing the cardboard containers in his wake. Initially, Rosa would wince at the crinkling sounds, but after the first day's worth of Levi's box-trampling expeditions, she seemed to have developed a tolerance.

The gentle narration of the documentary, the soothing sips of chamomile, and the steady tap-tap-tap from the living room had created a rare pocket of domestic tranquility. Then, the soundproofing of Levi's study seemed to fail as a thunderous shout ripped through the house.

"IDIOT!"

Oh, shit. I had never heard him yell like that. Every stack of boxes and every stray file in the house flinched.

The memory of Levi's last outburst flashed through my mind—the shattering glass, the blood on his hand, and the way he'd then stitched himself back together. Even at that moment, his anger hadn't manifested as such an unrestrained shout. I vaulted off the kitchen counter, awkwardly navigated the maze of boxes, bounded up the stairs two at a time, and punched in the six-digit passcode.

Levi was on his feet the instant I burst through the door. He gripped my thighs, lifting me until my feet dangled in the air. I wrapped my legs around his waist, clinging to him for balance as my back bumped against the towering stacks of documents that colonized his study. His expression was a bewildering mask—a strange mixture of exhilaration and something bordering on manic energy. It was impossible to decipher.

"Raphael," he exclaimed, his voice thick with self-reproach, his grip tightening painfully on my legs. "I am such an idiot, Raphael! How could I have been so blind? It took me… how many days?"

"Levi…" I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "Calm down, please. Just… take a breath and explain to me what's happened."

"The problem, Raphael," Levi declared, his voice practically vibrating with manic energy, "was linearity

! The old system was stuck on a flat line, incapable of any further upward trajectory! And do you know how long I wasted trying to coax it, to fix that stagnant equation? Two whole weeks, Raphael! Two weeks! I am a monumental idiot!" He punctuated his self-reproach with an giddy cackle, his eyes gleaming. "Tell me, Raphael, what does one do when an equation stubbornly refuses to yield the desired result?"

He was talking about finances, I was sure, but the specifics were completely lost in his whirlwind of manic pronouncements.

"I-I dunno, Levi…" I stammered, tightening my grip around his waist.

"You change the equation entirely, Raphael! Completely obliterate the old one and forge a new one from the very fabric of possibility!" He nearly sent me flying with a spin.

"I have absolutely no idea what you're raving about! Please, just… calm down and speak in a way that I understand!"

But my words seemed to vanish into the vortex of his manic bliss. Without acknowledging my request, he turned abruptly and strode out of his study. He moved with a jerky energy until we reached his bedroom. He deposited me onto the plush mattress, then stood abruptly between my spread legs.

"Levi, what the actual fuck is going on?" I demanded, pushing myself up on my elbows.

Lost in his own ecstatic world, he didn't seem to register my distress or my question. Instead, his gaze dropped, a primal intensity flickering in his eyes. And he began to rub himself against my inner thighs, the unmistakable ridge of an erection pressing insistently against my skin.

"Oh my god," I exclaimed, "did you seriously get a boner from whatever insane scheme you were concocting in your study?"

Levi, reached into his bedside drawer and pulled out a bottle of lubricant. "Ah, Raphael… yes. But that's beside the point. You see, I've been a monumental idiot. I ended the monarchy, I instilled democracy. And yet… the currency is spiraling, collapsing. It's so blindingly obvious! We've been clinging to the same archaic currency even after such a fundamental shift in governance. The answer was so elementary, so utterly simple… We should have changed the currency the very moment I established democracy!" He punctuated his self-recrimination with insistent rubbing against my backside.

"W-wait, wait just a bloody minute!" I stammered, my mind struggling to catch up. "You're actually going to… change the entire currency, Levi? Just like that?"

Levi, tugged down my trousers. To be honest, seeing him this animated was having a certain effect on me. He then applied a generous amount of lubricant to his fingers.

"Yes! A clean slate, a complete severing of ties with the past! Ah, the irony! Two weeks of policies, the delicate redistribution of wealth, even that rather unfortunate riot… all mere band-aids on a gaping wound! But the answer, the elegant answer, has been staring me right in the face all along, Raphael!" He punctuated his revelation with a teasing swirl of his lubricated fingers just at the entrance of my hole.

"You can actually just… change the currency? Like flipping a switch?" I exclaimed, my breath catching as he gently pushed his middle finger inside me.

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"I can do anything, Raphael," he murmured, his voice a low thrum of barely contained energy. He began to move his finger slowly. "My only limitation is my own occasional incompetence. You see," he continued, his focus momentarily shifting, "I was indulging in the rather dry pleasure of rereading my old chemistry textbooks, hoping to somehow alleviate this… persistent boredom. And then, amidst all those equations, all those elegant solutions and spectacular failures of calculation… it struck me."

"Gods…" I murmured, a mixture of disbelief and a strange sort of bewildered fascination swirling within me.

Levi inserted his second finger, a stretch that made me gasp softly. "Ah, Raphael…" he breathed, a strange light in his eyes. "The logistics, yes, a veritable bureaucratic hydra. And the inevitable black market… disruptive little parasites, no doubt. But these are merely tedious details, solvable inconveniences. This… this intense surge of emotion within me… I cannot quite decipher it. Is it the satisfaction of reaching the summit of a treacherous peak? Or the amusement of finally piecing together the solution to a particularly vexing, multi-layered puzzle? Regardless… I am, undeniably, in a state of utter bliss." His breath hitched slightly as his movements within me deepened.

"I… I don't know what kind of intellectual orgasm you're having up there, Levi," I managed, my voice thick with arousal, "but whatever it is, it definitely made you horny."

A slow smirk spread across his face. "A delightful side effect, wouldn't you agree? I assume even my notoriously disordered amygdala has finally decided to release serotonin in such profound quantities that even my neurodivergent brain has registered the unadulterated pleasure of this… confluence of intellectual and physical stimulation." He reached down and began to lower his own trousers.

"Gods," I breathed out, a nervous laugh escaping my lips, "just say you're horny! Is all this scientific talk your version of dirty talk or something?"

"No, no, Raphael," he corrected me, as he hovered just at my entrance with the slick tip of his cock. "You see, I typically experience a mild amusement, perhaps a 2 out of 10, when solving most intellectual puzzles. But today… today's revelation, this elegant solution staring me in the face after all this time? This registers as a solid 3 out of 10. For me, Raphael, that is akin to pure bliss."

It was… primal, in a way. When my movie got accepted to the film festival, I practically tackled Levi the moment we crossed the threshold of our home. This… this was likely Levi's equivalent.

With a low groan Levi began to push deeper, inch by inch. Each slow thrust sent a ripple of sensation through me, a strange cocktail of stretching discomfort and burgeoning arousal. The slickness of the lubricant eased the way, but there was no denying the fullness as he gradually filled me. Finally, with a soft sigh that seemed to release some of his pent-up energy, he was fully inside.

"Raphael," he grunted, his breath coming in short bursts as he began to move within me, "you think you've witnessed chaos in government offices? Sweet innocence. This… this will

be actual chaos. Those pathetic insects who attempted to undermine my democracy in my brief absence… Wait… Ah!" His eyes widened with a sudden glee, his rhythm deepened. "Brilliant! Utterly brilliant! I should change the currency just before the presidential election! A grand gesture, wouldn't you say? Commemorating the monumental shift with a financial revolution!"

Well, at least his methods of enacting change had evolved from outright terrorizing government staff to something… arguably more sophisticated, albeit still born from a state of manic euphoria and punctuated by vigorous fucking.

"Levi," I gasped out, my breath catching in ragged shards, "Finn is going to have a heart attack… a full-blown, clutching-his-chest, lights-out heart attack when he hears about this."

"Ah, no," Levi corrected me. "Stress-induced tachycardia, perhaps. A delightful fluttering of the ventricles. Or, in a truly spectacular display of bureaucratic collapse, a complete and utter shutdown of his nervous system.”

Levi's pace intensified, his thrusts becoming deeper and more insistent. Each powerful movement rocked my body against the mattress. Moans escaped my lips, growing louder and more unrestrained with each passing moment. My hands clutched at his shoulders, my nails digging lightly into the taut muscle as the pleasure spiraled. Gods, I hope those flimsy boxes offer some semblance of soundproofing, or Rosa is being treated to a rather… enthusiastic symphony conducted by a very determined Levi.

"L-Levi…" I whispered, the need for release building to an unbearable crescendo. "A little… faster."

"As you wish," he murmured, his voice thick with lust and exertion. He unleashed a torrent of motion. His thrusts became rapid, each powerful plunge driving deeper, hitting that sweet spot that sent shockwaves of pure electric. My body arched off the bed as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm me. His breath hitched in ragged gasps against my ear, his sweat slicking our skins. The world narrowed to the intense friction, the deep, visceral connection, the overwhelming tide of sensation building towards an inevitable crest. My cries became incoherent pleas, a raw outpouring of lust as Levi drove us both closer and closer to the precipice.

"Ah, Raphael…" Levi rasped as he continued to pound into me, his rhythm still intense but with a newfound possessiveness. "You know what this delightful… chaos… reminds me of? Come to my bedroom tomorrow. Let us play a game."

Were we returning to our voyages of pleasure and pain? Fuck yes.

"Yes, Levi."

My enthusiasm seemed to reignite at his eager response. His thrusts became even more focused, each deep plunge unerringly hitting my most sensitive spot, sending fresh waves of exquisite sensation crashing through me. My entire body clenched and convulsed around him, a series of shuddering spasms that wrung every last drop of sensation from his powerful thrusts.

The manipulative bastard actually did it. Two full-blown orgasms in under a minute. The first ripped through me so violently my vision blanked white; before the tremors stopped, the second detonated, snapping me like a live wire. My entire body convulsed, clenching hard around him, but there was nothing—no heat spilling over my stomach, no wet pulse of release. Just wave after wave of unbearable contractions, hollow and electric, until my throat was raw from shouting and the copper taste of adrenaline coated my tongue.

"What the… actual fuck just happened?" I gasped when the spasms finally began to ebb. My lungs burned. My muscles twitched like I’d been electrocuted. And Levi was there, leaning over me, all smug glitter and feigned innocence.

"Hm… Elaborate? I’m afraid I don’t quite follow."

He knew. He knew exactly what he’d done. The smug little shit.

"Fuck off, Levi," I managed, breathless and trembling, a reluctant smile tugging at the corner of my lips despite the lingering ache in my thighs. "You know damn well what you did. But… how?"

He propped himself up on an elbow, his eyes bright with wicked amusement. "I simply did nothing extraordinary. It was merely your exquisitely responsive body reacting to my… rather enthusiastic demonstration of affection. A testament to your own inherent sensuality, wouldn’t you agree?"

"You are an ass, Levi," I muttered, rolling my eyes even as warmth pooled low in my stomach—half fury, half reluctant awe at the audacity of him.