"Hey, Levi, you've got an admirer."

A small pause of silence followed by a snort of laughter.

"Tell me something new, Hanji."

A quick swallow of whiskey and the rattle of ice echoes in the man's ears. Perhaps he had drank a bit too much. Ah, well fuck the consequences.

"I'm serious, Levi! Look over at him!" An annoyed glare shot over across the bar at a puppy.

"…the fuck is that?" Honestly he had never seen anyone so…scared and frightened of everything happening around him. Rivaille let out another snort, imagining the poor kid wetting himself from the environment. It was a bit loud and there were a lot of large men wandering in bikinis and tight shorts; anyone would be scared if they weren't expecting to walk into a gay bar.

He annoyingly tapped on his glass, begging for another refill of whatever he was drinking before…he couldn't remember. "Tsk, so annoying. Why's he staring?"

Bright green eyes beamed happily over at the man. Rivaille felt sick.

"He thinks you're cute, isn't it obvious?"

"Well he needs to stop staring like a fucking twelve year old and talk to me if he's ever going to even imagine a night in bed with me."

Right on cue, the green-eyed puppy walked nervously over to the dark-haired male, fidgeting and tripping over his feet a couple of times before sitting next to the shorter male.

"Um…hi…" A squeaky voice croaked out from the puppy, and Rivaille swallowed his newly refilled glass of whatever. God, he was going to be a lot more drunk to keep listening to this kid.

"That all you got, puppy?" The boy looked frightened.

"Hah? Uh…well…um…I'm not really s-sure how to approach you…I mean…" The younger male shifted his gaze, his cheeks flaming in embarrassment. "I didn't know if you would recognize me."

Well that struck curiosity in the drunken man.

"…huh?"

"I mean…when you…t-took my virginity…" The boy's hands were in his lap, wringing together and he looked like he had pissed himself.

"…I am not sober enough for this…"

"So you…d-don't remember me, R-rivaille?"

Well this was new.

Oh.

OH.

Shit.

"Please, Senpai! Someone might s-see us! Let's m-move somewhere!"

"Huh? What's wrong with here?"

Rivaille fiddled with his own belt, flinging it off, not caring where it landed. He'd always imagined what sex would be like in a classroom after hours; perhaps someone would walk in or hide outside the doors and jack off to their moaning. Either one only made the senior more and more aroused.

"Fuck…never thought I'd be fucking a freshman." He licked his lips. "But you've got a nice, tight ass."

"U-uwa! S-senpai! It hurts! A-ah…"

"Shut up. You're a man, aren't you?"

Rough hands gripped onto milky white hips, leaving purple reminders of their first encounter in the biology room. The sound of high-pitched moans, animalistic groans, and skin slapping hard against skin filled the room, the scent of sex and sweat intoxicating them. The poor freshman was only a virgin, but it was his fault for looking like a lost puppy. The naive fool had practically begged for it. Even for a virgin, his lips sure did a number on Rivaille's hot cock.

"A-ah…S-senpai…f-feels good…s-so big…p-please…m-more…" Rivaille didn't have to be asked twice as he pounded hard into the sweet, warm flesh.

"Eren."

A nod.

"Eren Jaeger."

The boy was nodding so hard that Rivaille thought his head was going to break off the spine and roll onto the floor.

"S-senpai, you remembered!"

"I'm not your senpai; this isn't high school." Rivaille's eyes squinted a bit as he stared at the boy…man…

"How old are you?"

"T-twenty two."

The older male groaned.

"I feel fucking old." Rivaille grabbed his glass (he mentally reminded himself to tip Hanji well for the stellar service she was giving him) and took another sip.

"You're not old, Rivaille-san! You're not even thirty!"

"…"

Why? Why is he so interested in me? I haven't seen him since that time in high school…I had graduated and I never saw him again. Did he remember me all of those years? How did he even find me? How did I still remember him? Oh great, he probably wants a repeat of high school. He's going to give me flowers and ask me to be his boyfriend. Too bad, kid. I don't date.

"Um, Rivaille-san." He paused, biting his cherry red lips.

Oh no, his lips. Those fucking perfect lips.

"Are you…f-f-f-free tonight?"

Stop stuttering you damned fool and fucking kiss me.

"My place?"

Again, Rivaille prayed the boy's head would stay connected to his spine. He did not feel like sticking his dick in a corpse.

"Don't fall behind. Let's get out of here."

A twenty left on the oak wood, an encouraging wink from the bartender, and a warm embrace of two sweaty palms.