A/N) What am I doing with my life? I finally got a desire to write something a little different. So I am trying my hand at the AoT/SnK fandom. I don't know if I will even continue this story. It might stay just a oneshot but if I do continue, this story is going to have a ton of warnings! First, this is AU. Set in a more modern time. This is going to have a submissive Eren and a dominant Levi. I am crossing over into the BDSM community. Why? Because I am knowledgeable in it. Meaning it will be done right. So if BDSM bothers you, leave. I'm talking full out slave and master dynamics. This is also yaoi. Meaning boys having sex. This will be Riren, but it could occasionally switch over into Ereri. Even S and M dynamics can switch. There will dominate and slave dynamics complete with punishment. (Punishment can be a multitude of things up to and including hitting.) It will also have strippers, booze, sex, drugs, transexuals, gender dysphoria, and bad language. Again if anything in those categories bothers you, do yourself a favor and don't read this! Again, not sure if I will continue but this first chapter has been running around in my head and needed to be written out.

I don't own Aot/SnK at all. Only in my dreams!

"What am I doing here?" Eren sighed at the counter of the bar.

Twenty five year old Eren Yeager, for some peculiar reason, had been coming to this place for a few months. It started when his bartender friend, Armin Arlert, thought it would be a good idea for him to come. So now, he was currently sitting at the bar of a strip club, a gay strip club. It wasn't because he was ashamed, that he didn't want to be here. It was the thrill. To see tantalizing men, so close and moving their bodies in ways that almost had him coming in his pants, was a thrill. Because he left the club hard and unfulfilled, and that was exciting. Eren was truly a glutton for punishment, and recently discovered that he was a masochist.

"You're getting your kicks, Eren. No shame in that. Everyone has kinks." Armin said with a smile.

Eren looked at his blonde headed friend. Armin was all done up in a schoolgirl uniform. His long blonde hair had an adorable headband was a big bow in it, and he had makeup on his face. Armin's kink was cross dressing. That, and huge guys that towered over him. That's why he and Eren never fooled around. Well that, and the fact that Eren wanted someone to beat the shit out of him.

Armin has found out a few of the strippers here we're professional doms, who did a little side work, with the right incentive. The incentive being money. Eren wasn't strapped for cash in any way. His father was a renowned doctor, and his mom owned a fashion company. He was pretty much an heir to one hell of a legacy. That's why he was in a seedy part of town, where nobody of high class would see him. He just hoped whoever he chose to beat and humiliate him, would also be discreet. Discretion was of utmost priority. He could absolutely crumble his families businesses if anyone caught him here in a seedy gay strip club. His mom and dad knew he was gay, and accepted it. They didn't know that he was a masochist. To find out from a family friend, or even worse a tabloid, would have be absolutely humiliating. He shrugged off the fear of getting caught. The need to find someone to dominate him was consuming him, and he watched the different strippers. He hadn't seen anyone on stage who caught his immediate interest. Sure, the guys were muscled, sweaty, and gorgeous, but they didn't have the look that said "I will beat the shit out of you." Eren downed another shot of whiskey and sighed. He was losing hope. The perfect man didn't exist!

"Eren, the night is still young. Calm down. You will find someone." Armin said, pouring another glass for his friend.

"I know I'm just antsy." Eren said, swirling the liquid around in the small glass.

"Just wait. I believe there is someone here to give you what you want. You just have to keep looking. "

"You are a good friend, Armin."

The lights went dark. That was a hint, that the next stripper was about to hit the stage. The emcee came over the speakers

"Gentlemen...,"

"And ladies!" Armin yelled. If he was going to be dressed like this, than dammit, he would be acknowledged correctly.

The emcee, glared over at Armin and then continued

"Please put your hands together for The Captain."

"Ooo," Armin swooned "watch this guy, Eren. I watched him at tryouts, and he's incredible. I think this is actually his first performance tonight."

The lights flipped on, and Armin wasn't lying. The Captain was a breath taking specimen of man. The sheer level of sexiness rolling off of him was incredible, and Eren was captivated. The man had dark hair, styled in an undercut. He had steely grey eyes, and he looked almost bored, and the circles under his eyes made him look tired. To Eren, it was incredible he could even discern the color for this far away. He was dancing around the stage, his hips shaking this way and that. When he turned around and shook his ass, Eren couldn't help but let out a groan of pleasure. When he tore his shirt off, Eren had to clamp a hand down on his pants to keep from absolutely losing it. The dance continued to get even better when the Captain started to undo the buckle of his pants. Eren was panting like a dog in heat. The button came undone, and Eren was right behind it. That zipper was teasingly slid down, and those tight pants stayed in place. That defined V shape, pointing to a promised land, that this stripper wouldn't show to just anyone. Those eyes looked right at Eren, and the boy clamped down onto the bar with his hands, and grit his teeth. He had that look Eren had been looking for. Eyes that said 'If you fuck with me, I will completely destroy you.' Eren turned towards Armin

"How do I request a lap dance from him? I have to have him!"

"Maybe go straight to his boss? I don't know if he will choose to prowl the crowds. Catch him before someone else does, some of these boys look desperate. That really sexy big blonde, Erwin is his boss. I'll make that man mine one day. Even if he's drunk, I will get him to take me to pound town." Armin told him.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. I'm just going to find Erwin. "

"You won't have to look too hard for me." A big burly blonde with electric blue eyes said.

"Hi Erwin." Armin cooed, batting his long lashes.

"Hi Armin. You look beautiful today. "

Armin blushed and giggled.

"Hi Erwin, my name is Eren. I wanted to ask how do I get time with The Captain?"

Erwin looked surprised "I honestly didn't think someone would ask for him. He's new, but has made his terms very clear. I will warn you, he's a bit harsh, and his time is expensive."

Eren jumped up "Price is no object. I have to have him. I don't mind harsh!"

Eren paid the money, was led into a backroom, and instructed to wait. His body was humming in anticipation. Soon, the gorgeous stripper would be in here, and Eren would proposition him for some after hours beating. He got half hard, just imagining himself whimpering while being struck and humiliated by this guy. He needed it! The look on his face, the muscled and defined body, everything was perfect.

"Don't go and blow your load before I step in the room, brat!"

Eren jumped off the comfortable couch he was on "Oh God! You scared the shit outta me, Captain!"

"You had a 'fuck me' face. I figured you might be close to ruining your fucking pants. Back to business," he walked over to Eren while discarding his shirt. Then he put a knee on either side of him, and plopped down on Eren's lap and rolled his hips "you paid a lot of money so we could both touch each other. Why?" He whispered the last word in Eren's ear. He made sure to make it sound hot and breathy.

Eren shuddered in delight "I wanted to ask you something. I need a dom, please! Let me worship you, Captain." He chose to spit it all out quickly. Like ripping off a band-aid.

The Captain stopped moving his hips, and looked down at the little brat. Chocolate brown hair, and stunning turquoise eyes. He looked so damn young, and yet those pink full lips, and blushing cheeks made him look fucking perfect. He smiled wickedly "I came here with full intentions to tell people no, but I'll make an exception for you. My shift ends in a hour, meet me at the bar. I just hope you know what you are getting yourself into. Oh, I don't fuck submissives by the way. I just give the rough treatment you want."

Eren nodded frantically "Okay! That's more than fine! I want you to be as rough as possible!"

The man on Eren's lap shuddered in delight. This little brat was too much. He wrapped a delicate hand around the boy's throat, and applied enough pressure to make him struggle. He gave him a very dominating look "What's your name, kid?"

Eren felt his eyes roll back, and he struggled to breathe. His pants feeling really restrictive. It was pure bliss. He felt a sharp sting on his cheek. The Captain growled in his ear "Master asked you a question, you little shit."

Eren moaned loudly "Yeager, captain. I mean E-Eren, master."

"We are going to have a lot of fun, Yeager."

Eren only hoped that the Captain was everything he wanted.