Rivaille Mansion. An intimidatingly large estate covered in dust and neglect. Many rooms were abandoned, heavy canvases cast over furniture. Waiting. Waiting for the master to return. This was the home Eren currently found himself in. He couldn't remember why he had chose a position in the Rivaille household, that is until he remembered his crippling debt. As well as the fact his best friend was currently working there as an under gardener and had spoken to the housekeeper inquiring about a post. Unfortunately the only job available was a maid. He sighed an endless hallway ahead of him that wouldn't clean itself.
Down on his knees Eren continued to scrub the tile. He cursed the stupid housekeeper who had insisted he wear this damn dress. The silly woman had practically forced the frilly, black silk dress and apron him. He thought it was ridiculous because a) it was clearly impractical to clean in and b) he was a man. But apparently that's how the Master liked it. What a sick pervert. It's not like he had ever met Levi Rivaille, he had just been hired to prepare the house for his home coming, but he had heard stories.
There was the time that Levi slept with one of the top commanders of the army, practically turning the strong leader into a whiny clingy pet. The officer had become putty in Rivaille's hand, doing anything to get the sexual attention his body craved. Another time the Master had called on members of his staff for sexual favors Both men and women doing whatever it took to please their master. Though the name Rivaille was respected well enough, everyone knew it was a house of debauchery. There were illegal parties, full of drugs and orgies. Then there was the shady dealings on the side, which no one knew much about. He was a man not to be denied what he wanted, and in the end he always got it. That's what made him such a good diplomat.
A shrill bell rang. Eren thought it humiliating that the servants answered to bells. It was signaling all the servants to hurry into the kitchen. Eren groaned, his back creaking in protest, as he stood up. He ran to the kitchen where all the rest of the servants had already gathered.
"You're filthy," clucked the housekeeper, Hanji.
"So? I was scrubbing the floor," Eren said, but as he looked around he noticed everyone was looking there best. Ties were straghtend, buttons polished, caps set at jaunting angles. Suspicion rose in his stomach like bile.
"Haven't you heard Shit Head? The young Master is returning home," Jean said with a crooked grin. Jean managed the family's stables, he was the best groomsman in all the county.
"Shut up, Horse Face," Eren cried back.
"Calm down," Armin sighed. Those two fought like this everyday, today was nothing special.
"The young Master hates it when anything is out of place," Petra said maternally fixing his lace cap, while the other maid fluffed up his apron.
"Come now, the young master will be arriving at the door any moment," Hanji said, rushing her underlings out of the kitchen.
Levi was happy to be returning home. He was even more pleased to see his staff arranged by rank, waiting his arrival. The brass buttons of the footmen gleamed, the lacy aprons fluttered, a delectable sight if ever there was one. Opening the door of his car was his butler Oulo.
"Glad to have you back, my lord," he said with a deep bow.
Levi nodded, bored with the idea of having to greet his staff. Slowly he made his way up the stairs, cracking a shitty joke with his housekeeper, and making his lead maid blush furiously. He liked to tease them, to watch their reactions.
"Who is this?" Levi asked, grey eyes boring into green. Hesitantly Eren gave a small bow.
Suddenly he felt a boot come into contact with his shin sending a sharp pang all up his leg. He doubled over, grabbing the injured limb, letting out a small mewl of protest. A noise which was music to Rivaille's ears.
"Tch, brat. Stand up straight in the presence of your master. Now curtsey, that is the proper thing that a maid must do for her lord." Levi said glaring at the form hunched before him. Across the way Jean was trying to hold in his laughter. He was failing.
Slowly Eren rose up, green meeting grey, and with gritted teeth curtsied before his new master.
"Better." Levi smirked.
He continued his way up the line, not noticing the glare the brunette was shooting his way.
Later in the kitchens, Eren was drinking tea resting his back. It was time for his break, and he wanted to forget how embarrassed he had been earlier. Petra came in, eyes lightening up when she found the young man.
"Oh there you are Eren," she said cheerily. "Levi demands you to re-clean Wing Maria."
"What? I just scrubbed it this morning. Twice," exclaimed Eren.
"Well apparently you did an unsatisfactory job, leaving dust and grime all over the place," Petra sighed.
"Can't you just ask Krista to do it, I'm on my break," begged the poor boy. His back still aching from the four hours he had already spent in the largest wing of the house.
Petra gave him a sad smile, "she's cleaning the Trost suites. Besides Levi asked for you specifically."
Eren cussed. Then thinking back to how Rivaille had refereed to him as a girl he asked, "Why do I have to wear this dress? They look much cuter on you and Krista anyhow."
Petra smiled, "Oh Eren, it looks lovely on you."
He looked over to see if she was joking, but there was an earnest look in her eye which told him she was not.
"Yes, it clings to you in all the right places, accentuating those sassy little hips of yours," Hanji added, entering the room and conversation.
"The ruffles sit perfectly against your throat, and honestly Eren the neckline does wonders for your bone structure."
"I wouldn't be surprised if you're Levi's next conquest," laughed Hanji peering down at him.
Eren suddenly felt the warm kitchen grow unbearably hot and small. He ran from the kitchen to go scrub, dust, and polish the twenty or so halls in Wing Maria.
Hours later is knees ached from crawling across the vast floors for too long. Little did he know that he had an admirer. Levi watched as the boy's ass waggled side to side, his head low to the ground carefully scrubbing the marble. The skirt was uneven, making Levi's OCD go crazy, but it did give for a better view. His new maid had strong firm muscles, just begging to be under Levi's own body. He smirked as the boy continued scrub the floor.
Eren's hands were stinging, the soap rubbing the callouses the wrong way. He knelt back on his heels to examine his handy work. Truth be told, he saw no difference than how it had been after he had finished it a second time. His eye's glanced up, catching his reflection in one of the gold gilt mirrors inset along the wall. He smiled, the girls had been right. The lace around his throat and shoulders seemed to soften his figure, the dress cinching him at the waist, making his hips look that much fuller. Sitting a top his unruly locks was a cap made of nothing more than gossamer and lace. A silly thing, but Eren felt a strange attachment to it.
The boy stood up unsteadily, weak from all the time he had been on the ground. He gave a little swish of his hips, allowing the skirt to return to it's full, uncrumpled state. He ran his hands down the length of his torso enjoying the way the silk felt beneath them. Suddenly feeling hands on his hips he looked up, staring back at him was the reflection of his Master.
"Ach, Master Levi, sir," Eren stammered whipping around causing the dress to float about him.
His master held an interested sneer on his face. "So brat, I never got your name."
Eren licked his lips, a delicious sign of nervousness. "Jaeger, Eren Jaeger. Sir."
"Now then," Levi still hadn't removed his hands from his servant. "Is it that you were admiring yourself in this pretty costume?"
Eren gulped, adam's apple bobbing, "No sir."
"It would benefit you not to lie to me," hissed Levi.
Eren cast his eyes down. "Then I was, sir."
"You were what?" Levi ordered.
"I was admiring myself in the mirror."
Levi slipped a finger under Eren's chin, lifting his head so there eyes could meet. "Good girl. Now get back to work. I want this place clean. Understand me Jaeger?"
Eren nodded, almost throwing himself onto the floor in his haste to obey. He would do quite nicely. Levi let out a deep chuckle, boots clicking as he walked away. Soon Eren was left with nothing but their echo.
A smug look appeared on Levi's face. That maid would be his.
So this is my next story, ahahahaha...anyway a friend of mine challenged me to write it, so here it is. Please leave a review!
I will be at camp next week, so this story will remain fallow until then, but I hope to work on it soon! ~T.W.o.W.