Ohayou… Writing this at 1am… Just finished watching SNK again and OhMyFudgingTitan all them feels ;.;
Disclaimer: I don't own SNK, if I did…well…yeah…
Summary: Eren is dealing (not very well) with a problem...namely Levi.
Ratings: (No clue - can't think) T? for language and suggested adult themes. (If I get complaints contrary I will change it.)
Warning: Eren has suddenly developed a terrible potty mouth (s'cuse the coarse language), slight mention of boyxboy, tons of teenage hormones.
Eren found that trying to eat while Levi stared at him was near impossible. His throat was blocked by some offending lump and the food refused to move past it. Strangest was, every time Eren dared spy a glance at the man only one thought seemed to penetrate his head: Fuck me sideways, he is hot as hell…
He tried, mind you; he was pretty damn convinced there was something wrong with his head. Had he bumped it? Had Hanji slipped a little something into his drink earlier? Either was entirely possible as he managed to take these things unnoticed.
But most frustrating of all, he was enjoying it. Levi's eyes on him, careful, that same bored expression like he wouldn't give a damn if Eren suddenly sprouted antlers.
He cringed and his eyes flicked to Hanji. Would the insane squad leader go so far as to do something like that? Inject freakish DNA into his already messed up body? Yes, he decided petrified at his own train of thought.
It hardly helped anything that Eren was nervous as hell. His hands had been shaking since he woke that morning and his back ached from straining to be straight the whole day. Granted it was only lunch, but that only meant he had to endure this another few hours. He wasn't sure he would last.
Downing a gulp of cold tea, a few bread crumbs managed to slip passed the ball in his throat and he sighed only to stiffen as he saw Levi change position from the corner of his eye.
Eren would go so far as to blame being a teenager; shitty hormones were all over the place. One moment he was fantasising about cutting titans to itty bitty pieces and justlikethat he was seeing Levi naked and panting. Although the bursts tended to maintain an unverified amount of time in which Eren was either pissing himself in fear of his Heichou or growing hard at the thought of the man's face.
It bloody damn well sucked.
His fingers tightened on his fork. It would suck Colossal balls, but the grotesque titans were genital-less. This, Eren was somewhat grateful for. If titans weren't as freaky as they were then Eren would be exposing everyone to a view of his nasty every time he went on 'Kill' mode.
His face burned red just thinking of his comrades seeing his nude body. And a new thought scattered wildly across his mind. What if titan Eren saw Levi and grew a boner? I'd kill myself, he amended, screw humanity and all the titans.
Yes, he sighed, almost setting off fireworks in his head – it was a very good thing titan's tended to be gender neutral.
"Something wrong with the food, brat?"
Eren about jumped out his skin and instinctively moved away from Levi, and unfortunately, closer to Hanji. It must have happened within a split second, because Eren blinked and he was scrambling to find his footing as he scampered away from what he knew could only be dangerous.
Hanji grinned at the boy and waved the butter knife jovially in the air, before turning back to the toast.
A loud tsking made Eren's head snap to the side and he found himself staring into his Heichou's ridiculously cute scowl. Not that Eren would ever dare say aloud that Levi was in any way cute – he valued his messed up life too much.
Eren licked his lips nervously and straightened, he may want to suck the boredom straight off that face, but Levi was still his corporal and a darn scary one at that. Not for the first time, Eren wondered why the hell he found the older male so attractive.
He could think of a million reasons why feeling all hot-and-sweaty toward Levi was a really bad idea. Levi was a male, he was older than Eren by a considerable amount of years, he was shit terrifying, could pack a kick like no titan's business and was Eren's fucking corporal. Okay, clearly not a million reasons, but Eren was sure there were more than he hadn't thought of in the spur of the moment but he knew the ones he had thought up were pretty solid motives.
Why then did his stomach tighten and his chest heat when Levi gave him a droll stare of contempt? Am I a masochist? He wondered in despair and had to fight the twitch that threatened to pull his face into a contorted mess. "Heichou?"
Levi's one brow twitched as if it contemplated rising, but settled for remaining in its permanent scowl. "Something wrong, Jaeger?"
Eren's face burnt, he could not tell Levi what Conny and Jean had planned for that night – the mere prospect of their corporal finding out their plans made him want to vomit. And as much as he hated the niggling urge at the back of his head he knew he had to lie through his teeth…to Levi. I'm pretty much dead aren't I?
But he had made his friends a promise, he would keep it. He only hoped to hell that Levi would never find out.
"No…" His brow furrowed, he knew that wouldn't tide the man over, "Actually… I'm not sure. I feel a little sick." Really, Jeager, that all you got? He cringed and almost lost his mind when Levi's brows lifted ever so slightly. It took all his will power to not pounce on the shorter male and shove his tongue down his corporal's throat.
Shitty hormones…
"Uh," was all he managed, unable to think of anything intelligible to say. Maybe all those titan's I've chomped on while in battle have poisoned me; soon I'll start running around like a moron, naked with my tongue hanging out. "Titans,"
Well, I did say there was nothing intelligible in my head.
"Did Hanji give you something to drink again?" Levi deadpanned and Eren could almost cuddle the man for being so freakishly fine.
Eren shook his head vigorously, eyes momentarily landing on Hanji. He liked the crazed scientist, slightly, just a little, and although he wouldn't put insane experiments past this particular glasses wearing folk, he knew his predicament was his own fault. "No, no, it wasn't Hanji,"
But a strange suspicion arose and he sent the scientist a curious glance – suddenly not so sure.
Levi sighed and lifted a hand to straighten his collar, his dark eyes fixing on a stain on Eren's shirt for a moment before he sat down again. "Rest up, you need to be ready to ride out in a week," The corporal didn't say it, but the words hung in the air: don't think you can slack off because you've got a sniffle or some shit. "There's a stain on your shirt, clean it."
Eren gulped, "Of course, Heichou," the boy turned to go, feeling somewhat relieved that he would no longer have to face his corporal's scrutiny – andohmywordthathotashellass.
"And Eren," the boy paused, stomach flipping jovially, he looked at his corporal, "Try to keep your body in check, it's disturbing."
The boy gapped wide eyed and turned crimson when he noticed the rather noticeable bulge in his pants.
Ahn…What did I just write? I've never had a character be so crass. Whatever, did you like it? Do you want more? I've no idea if I want to extent this or not, I'm too tired right now to think about it. Please review :3
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Note: (what Eren thinks when he's about to leave) oh my word that hot as hell ass -_-