A/N: This is chapter one of a possibly two chapter fan fiction. It is yaoi, with explicit sex involved. Please don't read if you don't like - for everyone else, enjoy and feel free to leave reviews. I do not own Shingeki no Kyojin nor either of the characters I have written.


Tossing the gray cloth over his shoulder, Eren began a low whistle as he roamed through the building, making his way to the showers. There were two separate rooms - one for the female survey corp members and one for the males. It was necessary, of course, but Eren knew some of the men were disappointed. There was little to no time for intimacy amongst them, especially when important mission arose. Currently, the building appeared empty. The hallways echoed eerily as the young soldier whistled with his stride. He paused as he reached the hallway that harbored the male washroom, a dirty hand reaching up to slide through his greasy hair. He really did need to bathe.

Ceasing his melody, Eren approached the door, splaying his fingers over the wood. He waited, knocked for courtesy, then used his shoulder to push into the dim room. The thick, mildewed smell hit him immediately, making him flinch. It wasn't something that any of the soldiers got used to.

The sound of running water met him as well, something that was slightly more pleasant than the smell lingering within the walls of the room. Eren wasn't too thrilled about sharing the showers with someone else, especially due to the hostility shown toward him lately by the other men that didn't understand him. He had been nearly killed multiple times in the past few days, contributing to his worn nerves. The most recent attempt on his life was stopped by Lance Corporal Levi, the commander of the Special Operations Squad. Eren had failed to thank him, due to his standoffish nature.

It took nearly an entire sixty seconds for Eren's eyes to adjust to the bleary room, but when they did, he was surprised by who he saw. A few stalls away from the entrance, his back turned to him, stood a familiar figure with short, dark hair. The silhoutte of the man shifted, making Eren aware of his height. He could tell solely from this observation that it was Levi was occupying the stall.

Eren shook off the initial surprise of seeing his commander and closed the door with a soft click. He had been loud enough for Levi to hear him, but it seemed as if the man just hadn't cared to turn around. After all, it looked like he was busy lathering a bar of soap.

Rubbing the side of his neck, Eren attempted again to make his presense known by strolling past Levi's stall. When he passed a few more stalls, Levi turned slightly, his eyes dark and intimidating. Eren stood stiffly, saluting him.

"Sir!" Levi turned away, his eyes falling to the floor as he dismissed Eren from his pose. The younger man let out a relieved sigh and began to undress, his clothes sticking to him from the sweat. He was filthy. The clothes dropping to the floor in an unorganized pile, Eren stepped forward, turning the shower knob. The water rushed out, cold as ice at first, and Eren resisted the urge to yelp loudly as he hopped out of the way. Adjusting the knob accordingly, the water grew warmer, until, finally, it was a satisfying temperature.

Eren slid beneath the stream of water, closing his eyes as the water fell onto his head and worked its way through his hair. He didn't move for a few moments, just letting the water wet his hair before he did anything else. Slowly, he moved to face the wall, exposing his ass to the room as he did so. Levi had still not said a word to Eren, and it set him on edge.

Running his thin fingers through his dark hair, Eren allowed himself a very subtle glance into Levi's stall. The water, sudsy from Levi's persistant scrubbing, swirled at his feet, bubbling around his toes as he shifted into the stream of the water again. Steam rose from the water pooled around his feet, as well as his body. Eren brazenly let his eyes wandered the path of the water that he could see so clearly running over Levi's legs. Unable to avoid looking, Eren shifted a bit, pulling Levi's groin into view. The young soldier nearly gasped the Corporal was big. Completely flaccid, the man's cock hung lower than Eren's own, arising from a rather untidy tuft of pubic hair. Eren gulped, finally tearing his eyes from the unexpected sight. The torrents of water continued up over Levi's hips and torso, following the pattern of muscle that rippled beneath the commander's fair skin. His arms were raised with his fingers tangled in his black hair. Dark patches of underarm hair were exposed, where water flowed with slight hindrance. Again, Eren was surprised at the way Levi's muscular arms caught the minimal light that filtered through the room; the sinewy flesh was well-defined. He continued his trail, admiring Levi's sharp jawline and then the reserved eyes that were watching him.