AN: aaaa another Eren x Rivaille. This will be a couple of chapters so hopefully I won't take too long with updating and whatnot. The prompt was 'annoyance' so I'll try my best to keep that theme running. Please review and stuff ^^ Enjoy~

"Clean it again."

Rivaille smirked, watching the other boy groan and continue scrubbing the floors. This was his punishment, of course. Stupid brat couldn't even clean properly, how was he meant to control his Titan abilities. Rivaille honestly couldn't stand him. The little shit annoyed him. How on earth was he meant to be the one that helped us? Well techniquely it was down to him. He has to be the one to train him, but first he'd have to sort out that attitude. Eren would occasionally argue back and try and sneak out of his duties. Since there were only a small elite squad out in the old headquarters cleaning it up would take a lot longer than expected.

They were currently in the hallway, cleaning up all the recent mud that was dragged through from previous training. Eren was on his hands and knees, facing away from Rivaille. To Rivaille the sight was repelling, yet he couldn't stop staring. He had so much hatred directed towards the boy he just wanted to do something. Slap him, push him over, argue, anything to release this anger. He didn't know why he felt like this. Maybe it was just due to recent changes and little sleep. It wasn't fair to direct it all at Eren, but he was just... there. Constantly around him, even to the point where he started invading his daydreams. Sometimes even his dreams, but he didn't dare think about them. The Corporal saw him as an easy target, and a challenge when the brat decided to fight back.

"Sir, please, this is clean."

"You've hardly touched the surface." he scoffed, folding his arms and leaning back against the wall.

"Scrub harder."
Eren moaned in response, earning a very harsh scowl from Rivaille.

After awhile Eren started mumbling, purposely just to annoy Rivaille. He knew exactly how to wind him up. Which was surprising as hardly anyone knew.

"Would you shut up?" he was starting to get quite frustrated with him now.

"It helps me not being as bored, sir."

Fair do.

"Well it's annoying. Stop."

"Sorry sir."

The silence between them was starting to get quite awkward. Telling him off for something as little as that was stupid, but he really couldn't be bothered to mess around. The nights of staying up late were finally catching up on him and the little energy he had he was currently channelling it towards Eren.

"Sir, have you ever been with a woman?"

Rivaille stood silent, the sudden question took him by surprise. What a personal one, too.

"I fail to see how that's any of your business."

What on earth was he doing? Of course he had, but why would he share that information with him.

"I guess that's a no then."

The Corporal scoffed. Why would he ask such a personal question. Maybe he was just being nosy, or he himself might like someone. It wasn't uncommon to get a crush on a comrade.

"Who is it then? Annie or Mikasa?"

"uhm... What, no I don't..."

The young boy turned to face him, face flushed.

"By the looks of it you obviously like someone. Spit it out then brat, I'm intrigued now."

He raised an eyebrow and watched as Eren tried to put a sentence together. This was far too much fun. But he couldn't help but feel slightly... jealous? Rivaille walked over to where he was kneeling, enjoying the fact Eren was now beneath him for once. His height was another thing that angered him.

"Or maybe you like someone a bit more closer to home. Like Jean, or Reiner?"

He put on a mocking tone, awaiting the answer. At this point he was genuinely curious. Rivaille wanted to know who it was. Plus it was filling the silence, creating quite a patronising atmosphere.

"N-none of them, sir."

"Ohoh so you do like someone."

The Corporal put on a more serious face and bent down closer to the other boy, causing him to blush. He started feeling somewhat light headed. He couldn't believe this, to think he might be jealous of whoever Eren likes. It made him feel sick. He hated the brat. Well at least he did up until now.

"N-no, I didn't mean..."

The young boy looked around, flustered, trying to find something to say. His grip on the sponge tightened as Rivaille leaned in closer.

"Maybe it's someone with authority?"

Rivaille noticed Eren's breath hitched.

Bingo.

"Hmm? Erwin?"

He was now properly squatted next to him, arms crossed and rather close.

"Sir please drop it." he pleaded.

His voice was hoarse and he was staring in discomfort. Rivaille couldn't help but get goosebumps, feeling a small shiver go up through his body.

"If you kiss me, I'll drop it." Rivaille teased.

Of course he didn't expect the boy to actually act upon this. Part of him wanted him too. Part of him wanted to finally challenge him again, put up a fight. Give him a reason to just touch him.

Eren sat there, staring at him. His face was filled with confusion and disbelief. Rivaille himself couldn't believe he had just suggested that. This was starting to seem like a big mistake.

Rivaille scoffed and started walking away. He knew he wouldn't have the guts.