Rating: M

ErenxRivaille

JEANxMARCO

/Edited Chapter/

Note: If there is another couple I will put in caps^ like above. Just so you guys know it's in there. Just in case you don't like this couple, they will be in the second half if you want to skip...or?

idc do whatever you want.

Chapter 4:

Awkward Conflictions

Eren could hardly keep down the coffee he was drinking. From what he's noticed, Levi hadn't recognized him. When the man finally looked up from his newspaper and really took note of Eren, his eyes only showed a bored expression, which Eren thinks is good news. Of course, there is still time for him to recognize his voice, because, oh man, Eren has already recognized Levi's voice when he had mumbled a complaint to Erwin. This didn't leave much time until he probably remembered and then it would be all downhill for Eren. Forget about this job, forget about everything.

At the moment, he was sitting at the front of a long table, surrounded by men who were interviewing him. They were unbelievably intimidating.

The boss must be the guy at the opposite side of the table, he had his feet swung under his chair and he sat there reading over Eren's resume. He had a hand on his chin, as if thinking. His blonde hair was slicked back professionally, not a hair out of place. Large eyebrows and long chin defined his face well, as he had very distinct features. In a grey suit, it looked well fit on him as his eye's quickly traced over the words. He had introduced himself earlier as Erwin Smith.

Others were scattered around the table. Some older guy with lighter blonde hair was talking to this guy next to him. They seemed to be making some bad joke since they were both whispering and poking at each other. Another was clicking his finger against the edge of the table as if bored and playing with his fingernail.

Eren felt pretty awkward. For a dancer, he sure felt uncomfortable in a suit. To be honest, he probably would have felt a little more like himself if he was in something skin tight and revealing. At least then, they would see him for him, other than for a fake resume.

Trying not to shake his leg in impatience as the minutes passed on. Levi just went back to his coffee and newspaper so Eren didn't know where to look or how to sit. So he just folded and refolded his hands in his lap. He tried to stop his eyes from going towards Levi but he almost felt gravitated towards him. Eren wanted to assess him, watch his features, see frame, look at how he sits, or how he sips his coffee. It was almost like Eren needed to convince himself that this was the same man. But, it was obvious it was.

Finally, Erwin looked up, causing Eren to focus again.

"Your resume seems a bit empty for this type of work; however, all your bosses have put in a good word about you. It seems you are 'hardworking, serious, and efficient'." Erwin quoted. Eren nodded, agreeing, even if those bosses were talking about Mikasa, not him. "I realize my resume isn't where it should be. But, if I am to move up to better, stronger positions in life, I should start somewhere." Eren replied, speaking delicately. He watched his words to make sure they sounded articulate and he didn't slur some words together. Eren wanted his speech to sound like he worked in a good environment. Erwin nodded in agreement.

"Now, if you get this job, you will be working as the assistant to Rivaille." Erwin turned his chair towards his subordinate and held out his hand, introducing Eren to Levi, even if Eren already knew him a little too well. Levi looked up from his newspaper, his eyes disinterested.

"Hello." With that, he went back to his newspaper with the same bored expression. In Levi's mind, he didn't care who the person hired was. Even if they didn't have the job requirements, they would learn soon enough how to work efficiently and well by his command. He'd make quite sure of that.

"Nice to meet you!" Eren squeaked a bit too loudly. Coughing slightly, he gained back his composure, as Levi simply gave him a shrug, telling him, he was acknowledging him. It seemed he wasn't too good with words.

The rest of the interview went by pretty fast, a couple of questions took Eren a bit off guard, but by the end he was feeling a little more confident. The two men, the lighter haired one named Aurou, and the dark haired one turned out to be called Gunter. They didn't speak much to Eren, or pay attention to the interview. They were too busy making side jokes to one another. Eren didn't mind, it diverted their attention from him. The other guy was never identified and rather ignored for the rest of the time.

Levi continued to seem disinterested and didn't ask anything or look at Eren again, except for this one time when Eren messed up his words and Levi had raised an eyebrow at him.

Erwin was kind, and a good interviewer. He always had questions, asking again if necessary. As well, he made sure to hit on key points and work off of Eren's answers. Everything he said made sense and he continued to seem interested in everything Eren said. But, it wasn't till the last question that Eren got truly stuck.

"Can you tell me how you see yourself in the future?" Eren looked at Erwin, his eyebrows crushing together as he thought. He wished he had an answer. Something that he'd always wanted to do since he was a child like so many people seemed to have. Instead, he was left empty handed. He had thrown any hope of a dream away five years ago when his mother died. Even if he had some hope left, it was crushed instantly when he was left to live on his own with Mikasa. And even then, he might have had a sliver of humanity in him; it was probably gone by the first month of working at the Club. He didn't have much of a future anymore.

He remembers when he was maybe eight. His mom and he were sitting at the dinner table, going over the grocery list. Eren liked to go grocery shopping, especially with his mom. They were joking, poking fun at each other, when his mom asked Eren what he was going to do when he got to old to go shopping with his dear mother. Eren had laughed; the thought of losing time with his mother unseen. It was something a kid his age couldn't imagine. He had told her that he'd go shopping with her forever, since no else would go with her. He continued, telling her that even when he was eighty-two years old he'd walk over from his house and take her grocery shopping so she could feed dad and Mikasa.

Such a childish dream now. There was no way she would have been alive when he was eighty-two. Eren really was naive. But back then, he wanted to show his mom what a great boy he could be. He would grow up and learn to take care of things by himself. His mom would be proud of him and they'd be there for each other, all the time.

What a dream.

"I want to be someone a mother can be proud of." Eren responded, hoping his voice didn't crack or anything. Feeling satisfied his voice didn't change; he sat up a bit straighter, hoping his response was good enough. Erwin looked a bit taken back, not expecting an answer like that one, never getting one quite like that either.

"Thank you for your time. If you get the job, expect a call in a week or two." Erwin stood up, ignoring the others at the table, and stuck out his hand for Eren to shake. Eren got up from his seat, shaking his hand and thanking him again.

Leaving, Eren was hoping he did well. Now that weight was off his shoulders, he felt like he could finally cool his head and think about his studies.

Erwin walked back to the long table, holding Eren's papers in his hands, paper clipping them together. Aurou and Gunter continued to talk smack to each other. He expected this from the two of them. They hardly had the patience and attention span to sit through one interview, but this was their sixth one today.

He smacked the papers onto the desk and continued to organize his area. He was about to pick up and leave when he heard Levi's newspaper hit the table. Looking up, Levi's eyes met his. "Not bad."

It was a simple sentence, but Erwin knew he meant a lot more. A small smile came to Erwin's lips when Levi's words registered. It wasn't often Levi complimented someone.

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It was hot in the Club tonight. Even with hardly anything on, Eren couldn't help but fan himself with his hand. He was a bit tired already, even though he hasn't even got on stage yet. The interview had been exhausting and it was almost 11 at night.

When he got home from his classes, after the interview, Mikasa had made something in the oven, smelling like sweet rolls and he couldn't help but pop one in his mouth. She told him he wasn't going to keep his physique if he kept eating that way. She was right, he had to keep his muscles and he couldn't gain a pound, in fear of being to 'big' for the job. They were very up to date here on how much everyone weighed and making sure they were a certain size. It disgusted Eren, but he made do.

The only good part was the clothes he could fit in, especially to go along with the themes. It was angel day and he wore a white top with a small gold frame. It was baggy on his frame, super low cut with a large scoop in the neck, leaving his chest and part of his tanned stomach exposed to all. The cuffs of the shirt were rolled up, defining the muscles in his arms.

He decided to tuck the plaid shirt into some ripped off jean short shorts. They were tight against his thigh, in fact; it took him a couple of minutes to even get them on. He hooped a black, studded belt around his waist, a large buckle sat at the top of his crotch, cutting off circulation down there, but giving others the illusion he had a bigger package than he really did. To top it off he wore a pair of black boots with a high, thin heel, giving his thighs definition.

He had a small, feeble halo attached to his head by a band. Green eyeliner popped his already green eyes and the blush he put on made him look younger than he really was. He looked young, healthy, and sexy. His feet already stung from being stuck into a pair of boots, but it was a pain he grew accustomed to.

He was about to leave the dressing room when he heard a voice outside the door.

"Mikasa, I think he's in here." It was Armin and he seemed to be little too loud. Eren flinched; he hated when they visited as it meant them seeing him in costume. They visit from time to time, but they never stay for the performance, as they knew they should keep that separate.

The door opened and in came Armin in a suede vest. His hair was put back in his well known ponytail and he had a grin across his features. Mikasa followed, holding a box of something. Her maxi skirt circled her hips, trailing behind her like a cape. It only defined her figure and made her look stronger.

"Eren, I brought you dinner." She told him, holding up the box she was holding. Her eyes refused to look at the rest of his outfit. Even after all these years, she still felt embarrassed to see her foster brother in this type of clothing.

"You didn't need to do that. I'll be home around 3." He reassured her. Mikasa only shook her head, but Armin was the one to explain. "She has an early preparatory course at the main college a couple hours away."

"I have to sleep early." Mikasa clarified. Eren wasn't surprised. Her grades were outstanding. She hardly studied; her IQ was high, almost as high as Armin's. Eren always felt left in the dust when it came to school and those two.

"I could have made something when I got home."

"I was in the neighborhood." It was an obvious lie on Mikasa's part. Eren shook his head but accepted the food anyways. She always worried about him, even when she didn't need to. He wasn't annoyed, just irritated that Mikasa never puts herself before him. It makes him worry about her.

"Eren, get your fat ass out here." Jean's voice sounded as he opened the door. He was about to continue his irritating scowling when he noticed Mikasa. He instantly shut up, a blush coming to his face automatically. His body was frozen in the doorway as he tried to think of an excuse for his words towards Eren, but came up with nothing. He couldn't even wave hello her way. Instead, Jean decided to bring his attention to the next person. "Nice to see you Armin." Jean addressed the blonde boy, who in turned greeted him. They weren't close but they had some respect for one another. Getting one introduction out of the way left him to just speak to Mikasa.

"Oh, h-hey Mikasa. Didn't notice you there." Jean stammered, standing a bit straighter. Mikasa gave him a quick nod, acknowledging him. He tried to look masculine but that didn't quite work out at the moment. As he was wearing a grey, skin tight tunic with a pair of tan, skin-tight, smooth partial shorts. A slit in the thigh went all the way up to his crotch, a bit of his bare hip showing. His heels were low but straps wrapped around his legs.

Eren couldn't help but laugh at him stammering and blushing, dressed like that. He was such a total jackass. Jean's eyes flashed dangerously at Eren. He swore, if Mikasa wasn't right there he would punch the laughing bastard.

"You're on in 5." Jean said through clenched teeth. Eren continued to grin, knowing full well Jean just wanted to slug him. Turning around, he grabbed a few things from his bureau but he could still hear Jean trying to figure out what to say next.

"I like your hair today." Jean started again, trying to keep his words straight. Mikasa flashed over his eyes quickly, emotionless.

"It looks like this every day." Her black hair was straight down, coming just past her shoulders. It was healthy and it had a gleaming streak in it, showing off how clean and smooth it was. Armin looked like he wanted to choke back a laugh. He felt a bit bad, but it wasn't his place to interfere.

"T-true." Jean didn't know what to say back to that.

Finishing what he was doing, Eren began to walk out the room, turning to Mikasa one last time. "Thanks for the food. I'll see you at home later, and you might want to cut your hair, it's growing a bit too long if you're job searching." It was an excuse but it worked.

"I'll cut it tomorrow." Mikasa nodded. Eren wished he could describe the look on Jean's face but it was enough to give him pure satisfaction. He waved good bye to Armin and left the room leaving Armin and Mikasa with the hot headed boy. His face was sullen and he looked like he just wanted to give up.

Mikasa started to leave, nodding again to Jean. At least Armin willingly waved good bye.

As the door clicked back, Jean stood there, completely defeated. Shaking his head, he started for the door. He needed to go complain about this to someone and he knew the perfect boy. Jean wasn't to go up for a while, but he couldn't ruin his outfit for the guests either so he put on an over sized hoodie, hiding himself from the public.

Walking out from backstage, he didn't have a problem. Everyone's attention was on Eren who was now just coming out on stage, flashing a huge smile, his legs long and curved. He sashayed with the music, a shawl in his hand as he held it between his hands, stretching it out. Jean knew he was totally showing off and he hated that about him. He probably enjoyed the attention.

Continuing to the back, he found Marco by the back corner, by the bar. He seemed to be enjoying himself as he leaning against the painted walls, sipping a margarita, watching Eren.

"Don't tell me you like watching him…" Jean confronted him, slipping next to Marco against the wall. Marco didn't look over, but just knew it was Jean by the voice. He let out a soft chuckle. "Of course I do, you have to admit he's good." Jean raised an eyebrow, not quite sure what he meant. Staring where Marco was staring, Eren was swinging around the pole in the middle of the stage. The shawl was wrapped around one of his thighs, holding him to the pole, as his other leg was extended, his crotch exposed. Moving the shawl slightly, Eren began to slowly slide down the pole, using one leg, until his other leg was touching the ground, and he picked himself up, preparing to do an upside down swan from a spinning climb. Jean thought the move was third grade.

"He is very popular." Marco looked over at Jean, a teasing glint in his eyes. Jean couldn't help but stare at his eyes; they were kind-hearted and true. You didn't see many people who had that look anymore, especially after working here.

"I'm popular too!" Jean puffed out like a five year old, earning him another laugh from the freckled boy. "I'm just joking. You are very popular too." Jean rolled his eyes.

"I saw Mikasa today." Marco was one of the few Jean had told his feeling too (even though it was already quite obvious).

"How'd it go?" Marco faked interest. When Jean got talking about Mikasa, something always swirled in his stomach, like he ate something bad.

"I messed up."

"Sorry to hear that." But, Marco was glad Mikasa wasn't returning Jean's affections.

"I don't know what to say." Jean confided. "Be yourself!" Marco loved that line, he felt like it really applied to any situation.

"That's so old school, Marco."

"Even so, just think of it, hmm, like you're talking to me."

"But I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to Mikasa!"

"Just pretend!" Jean was too stubborn for his own good. Marco suddenly had an idea. It could be a bad or good idea, but he wouldn't know until he tried it. "Then, do you want to go, I don't know, practice?" Jean gave him a hard look.

"What do you mean?"

"Pretend I'm Mikasa."

"Marco, this isn't house."

"Come on, it could be fun!" Marco always saw the bright side to situations. Jean puffed out a breath of air, thinking.

"If we do this, don't be weird about it." Jean gave Marco a hard glare. If this got around, Eren would make fun of him to no end. He wouldn't be able to bounce back. Marco poked Jean on his shoulder.

"I won't be. Want to go to your dressing room?" Jean nodded, showing Marco the way even though he already knew how to get there.

The last he saw of Eren, he was beginning to roll his hips around the pole, the cool metal touching his nipples, making them harden, to the absolute delight of the customers in the crowd. Jean wanted to throw up.

By the time they got to the dressing room, Jean knew he had some time to do this 'practice thing'. He wasn't worried about someone walking in on them. Marco looked relaxed and little too happy. "You better not make fun of me." Marco put up his hands, in innocence. "I wouldn't do that. The floor is all yours."

Jean took a deep breath, getting his thoughts in order. He turned to Marco, wishing it was dark so he couldn't tell it was actually him. "Mikasa, your hair looks really nice down."

"Well, thank you, Jean." Marco put on his best Mikasa voice, but instead sounding like a high pitched pre-teen. Jean would have laughed if he wasn't so embarrassed. Marco looked like he was just having fun.

"I can't do this." Jean continued.

"I'm sorry, continue." Marco looked genuinely sorry, even with a smug smirk on his face. Jean breathed again, staring again.

"What you're wearing really suits you Mikasa." Jean began. Marco put on his best scowl, nodding like Mikasa would, using no words. His nod was sharp just like hers. Jean almost laughed again; it was amazing how Marco could change his demeanor so quickly.

"Do you think you could help me with calculus?" Jean continued, Marco opened his mouth, but decided to close it again. He nodded again, direct and sharp.

Jean couldn't help but feel the compliments flow through his mouth, but pretty soon, the compliments weren't for Mikasa anymore. They were for the boy who was acting as her.

"I like how you collar your shirt when it gets to cold." That one took Marco by complete surprise. He bit his lip, trying to hold himself back from playing along, but couldn't help but add in his side.

"I like how when you're embarrassed you tap your right ring finger against your thigh." The compliments continued, nether boy realizing their words to one another. Their eyes were locked together, both letting the words flow out of their mouths.

"I like how truthful your eyes are." Marco felt something flip in his abdomen.

"I like how you're lips turn a deep red when you're on stage and nervous." Jean's eyes moved slowly, looking slightly over Marco's body. His body was responding, listening to Marco's every word. He wasn't even embarrassed, just very turned on.

"I think I'd like to see how your hair would look after a rough night." Jean's eyes sparked at the thought. Marco felt himself blush slightly.

"I think I'd like to see that too." It was like permission.

Neither knew who moved first, but before long, they were meeting in the middle of the room. Marco instantly leaned down a bit, taking Jean's lips in his. It was a wet, sloppy kiss. But, it was one that left them begging for more.

Their tongues intertwined pressing deeply into each others mouths, a trail of spit coming out of the corner of Jean's mouth as he tasted how sweet Marco was. Jean's hand was already in the waistband of Marco's pants, pulling his crotch forward so that it rubbed against his at every touch. His hand was squeezing the mounds of his ass between his fingers. Marco moaned slightly, making Jean want to pull him into his lap and ravish his body. Marco's hand was trailing soft fingers through his hair, while his other arm was held tight against his waist, making Jean's legs want to buckle.

Jean pulled away for a second, licking his lips from the slight drool, and went to Marco's cheek where he began to kiss lightly at his various freckles, then to his ear, where he nibbled on the lobe. Marco responded by rubbing his crotch hard against Jean's, groaning. Jean continued to his neck where he licked and sucked at the pale skin. The feel of the smooth skin underneath his tongue made Jean mad. He didn't care what kind of mark he made, as long as it was his to be there.

Hands were trailing across backs and Marco's free hand was already under Jean's hoodie, feeling the hard tunic underneath. Ignoring it, Marco slid a hand underneath, his fingers sliding across the hard flesh of his stomach.

Jean's fingers couldn't stop squeezing Marco's ass, it was as if he was addicted to the feel, the moans it created, and the very thought of the lewd act. It left him in a haze, one where he felt he needed to keep touching any part of Marco that he needed. Another rub against his crotch and Jean let out a loud, strewn out moan as he felt his lower half of his body respond, and to what it felt like, Marco was feeling it too.

"HEY, JEAN." The door slammed open, and Jean and Marco broke apart so fast that Marco fell into a shower curtain, creating a large crack as the shower bar fell. Jean flew back, so that he landed on the couch with a thud, his face flushed and his hair completely disheveled. He was also pretty sure his tunic was now loose and falling down.

Connie stood there; completely oblivious to what was going on.

"You're on in like 30 seconds." Jean just sat there for a couple of seconds, registering what had just happened. Connie kept talking, a little slow to the situation. "Oi, Marco. Did I hit you with the door? Are you OK?" Connie went forward, pulling Marco up who was still in a daze. Personally, Marco wish Connie had left him there for a couple more minutes. His erection was pressing dangerously against his zipper.

Connie turned back to Jean.

"Get going!" He yelled at him, he didn't want him to get trouble for not being on schedule. Jean nodded, walking out of the room as fast as could. The moments from before resurfacing as he realized what a mistake or what a reality he had just committed.

He was fucked, oh man, he was so fucked now.

I had such a hard time figuring out who I wanted to pair Jean with because to be honest, I love him with like everyone who is anyone.

Ugh, I hope I'm getting chapters out on time, since I know they're pretty random. But this one is a bit later, because I had my own job interviews this week/weekend so been there, done that.

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