Rating: M

ErenxRivaille

/Edited Chapter/

Chapter 6:

Error Eren

Eren was driving fast. Way past the speed limit, he knew he needed to rush. He was late on his first day, when he really shouldn't be. It was still early in the morning, but the night shift had exhausted him. He had accidentally hit the snooze button while half asleep. Unfortunately, this wasn't the first time something like this has happened, and it certainly won't be the last time either. If only it wasn't such an important day.

There wouldn't have been a problem if the Club hadn't called him in to take over Jean's shift while he was sick. Eren had to work till very late because of it. He just added this to his endless list of reasons to dislike Jean.

The traffic was horrible, and Eren was screaming at drivers, left and right. He couldn't believe they even passed to get their licenses. One was driving too slow, another whizzed past him. When a kid younger than he cut him off, he blasted his horn, stuck in another traffic jam at a stoplight. He put his head against the cool leather of his steering wheel, looking up at his reflection the mirror. He tried not to grimace. The cuts around the area were looking clearer and cleaner. However, the swelling has turned into a purple and red mess. It consumed the right side of his face, catching at his cheekbone and ending right below the eye. The spot stung to the touch, but without a mirror, he could have forgotten it was even there.

He tried to cover the area with makeup. Using piles of foundation and bronzer, he at least made the color less deep and ugly. However, there was still color there, and you could obviously tell that it was worse than it looked. At least the spot wasn't as puffy. From far away, some might not even notice it, but if you faced him, it was noticeable.

Eren was right, though. Mikasa freaked out when she saw it. From the moment Eren had walked through the front door, he had tried to hide his face, but she figured it out quickly, and pulled his hands away. When she saw the bruise, her face had turned to an instant grimace, as her anger became apparent. She had asked him who did it, but Eren refused to tell her. She kept saying over and over again how she'd make them pay. It took Eren a couple hours to calm her down, and even then, Mikasa went for a long run that night to relax herself. She eventually stopped speaking about it when she noticed her words were beginning to bother Eren.

He had made her some tea and even told her that it really wasn't that bad, even though he knew it was. The Club was giving him two paid days off as apology and he got a small pay reimbursement. But, that wasn't enough to put him in a good mood.

Running a stop sign, Eren made it to the building's parking garage. Grabbing a quick spot, thanks to someone pulling out, he parked and started a light jog to the elevator that would take him to the front desk. As the elevator took him to the eighth floor, he checked his watch. He was late by 5 minutes already. He tapped his foot lightly against the ground, growing impatient. He could feel himself getting a bit nervous. He was in a blue vest and nice black slacks, with dark dress shoes, but he felt like he wasn't in the right outfit for this type of work. He felt so awkward in this type of outfit, but he wanted to look his best.

The elevator finally dinged for his floor, and he exited, quickly. Flying down the short flight of stairs, he came to the front hallway where, if he remembered right, would lead to the front desk where Petra sat. From the parking garage stairs to the main area, there was quite a difference in appearance. The garage was greying and old, but the building itself looked alive and modern. And, entering such an elegant place could still draw Eren's breath. Behind the end of the glass doors, Eren could see a familiar Petra standing near a fake plant, answering a phone call. She was the only one Eren somewhat knew and he was running out of options. Eren ran inside, stopping short of her, a look of hope on his face. Petra took one look at him, and a tight frown situated itself on her face.

She put one hand against the bottom of the receiver and whispered to Eren. "You're late!"

"I know! Where do I go?" Eren looked frantic, letting her hear the urgency in his voice. Petra shook her head, responding to the person on the other line, before turning back to Eren. "It's too late. You better go make him a coffee and hope he's so busy he didn't even notice you're late." Petra shrugged so her shoulder length hair, swept off her shoulders. She knew very well that Rivaille probably noticed Eren was late. She's surprised he isn't here complaining yet.

"OK, um, coffee room?" Petra knew this boy was helpless. Late and lost. She pointed to a pair of double doors, that said 'employees only'. It was next to the elevators, but cut off by a small wall so it was a bit hidden from the usual crowd. She waved him off, and pointed to the hall to the left and pointing to go down the hallway. Petra was telling him the way to go after he gets the coffee.

Eren quickly followed her directions, making it inside of the employee room. The room was long, but bland compared to the rest of the building. There were various army green couches that wrapped around a TV on the wall. Tables scattered the room, some clean, while others had a mess. A kitchen set sat at his left, the fridge being rummaged. People sat and stood, talking, reading, or rushing around. This seemed like a main employee area and no one seemed to notice that Eren had entered. Ignoring the people around him, he went quickly to the coffee counter. He noticed coffee had already been brewed. He went through a couple of cupboards, finding a cup and lid. He poured the coffee in, sealing it. However, he didn't have much of a clue of how Levi, er, Rivaille liked his coffee. He cursed himself for saying Levi again. It would be bad if he used a name he wasn't supposed to know.

With a handful of creamer and sugar, he grabbed a wrapped spoon and left the room, making his way to the elevators. He took the elevator up, enticed once again by the various people below him from within this glass casing. A busty women beside him talked into her phone, yelling at whoever was on the other line. Floor 08 buzzed on the elevator banner, and he was out of the doors before they were able to open all the way.

Narrowly missing an older gentleman, he lightly jogged. Eren thought he was in a rush, however, other people moved around him just as fast as he was. Many jogged from room from room, looking as if they were too busy to even start a conversation, while others looked like they were leisurely walking the halls.

After following Petra's directions, he was coming to the end of the hallway. He turned to the left and he noticed a door that stood out from the rest. The nameplate on the side of the door told Eren it was an office, only the door was brown and plain. The other doors had various decorations, as if each person customized their own door. However, this one only had a nameplate with the name 'Rivaille' on it.

Eren took a deep breath and knocked on the door with his knuckle. He didn't hear anything for a few seconds, so he knocked again, hoping for a reply. After a couple of seconds, he didn't think anyone was in there.

"You're late." A voice called from inside the door, and Eren knew Rivaille knew it was him.

"Shit." Eren mumbled underneath his breath.

"Those doors aren't soundproof." The voice said again. Eren eyes widened slightly and he coughed into his arm. It's probably not the best idea to cuss in front of your new boss. Double shit. Eren opened the door slightly, poking his head in. "Sorry, sir." He apologized sincerely, now walking in, and closing the door lightly behind him.

He was surprised by the office before him. It was larger than he expected, a dark wood book case covered most of the west wall. A window overlooked city streets, and let light flood in. It was brightly lit and the place seemed spotless. It was empty but filled at the same time. There was enough room to hold a small meeting comfortably, but, the bookcase made the room seem small, sucking out the space. In the middle of the room was a desk which sat his boss right behind it.

Looking no different than the times Eren has seen him before, he held a scowl below his bored eyes. Black hair that flopped lazily over his eyes seemed just a bit darker with his expression. He was holding onto a packet, flipping through it. His desk scattered with paper, organizational folders, a laptop, and various pens seemed to define his space. Messy but tidy. Eren really couldn't place how it could look that way, however, everything seemed to look to be placed purposely.

From his chair, Rivaille looked up at his "guest" with fake interest. "Did you think I wouldn't notice?"

It was a hypothetical question so Eren chose not to answer it. He looked at his shoes sheepishly. He was just glad it seemed Rivaille didn't seem to remember him today either. He's pretty sure he's safe, but he hoped he doesn't say or do something that reminds Rivaille of himself.

"At least you got the coffee." Rivaille stuck out his left hand, asking Eren to bring it to him. Eren awkwardly moved into action, seeming to forget his legs, walking across the threshold and putting the drink in his hand. Rivaille raised his eyebrow slightly at the wobbly boy and set the coffee on the table.

"Sit." He gestured to the seat across from his desk and Eren sat down. He looked up, feeling awkward.

"Now, you understand your position here, yes?" Eren nodded.

"Speak up." Rivaille wanted to make sure he understood, not just nodding his head to get out of the room. Which he has had experience with before.

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Every morning you will bring me a coffee from the coffee room from this floor. You have your own desk to do paperwork and such, in the frontal office of this floor. You probably saw it when you walked by." Eren nodded for confirmation. "I will leave you a list of things on your desk that I want cleaned or taken care of. If I have something more important, I will personally call for you through the pager I will be giving you shortly. Your priorities are what I tell you, but that doesn't mean you slack on the other work. You won't run out of things to do around here, so I better not hear about or see you messing around." Rivaille gave him a hard glare, as if making sure he stayed in line. Eren suddenly felt like he was on a military regiment.

"You get a lunch break at exactly 11:05, and it lasts for 40 minutes. Although it's your lunch break, I want you to pick me up lunch. I'll let you know where. You're dressed fine today, but you may be meeting designers or the higher ups, so always look your best. And next time, refrain from getting in bar fights." Rivaille tried not to roll his eyes as he looked at the insolent boy. Eren looked away quickly, embarrassment flashing on his features.

The bruise itself wasn't pretty. Rivaille was glad no one important was scheduled to come today, or he'd have to hide him. A bruised face wasn't accepted here, in fear of scaring away important customers. Rivaille was sure Erwin wasn't here to see it, though.

He reached into one of his desk drawers and pulled out a black pager. Pushing some buttons, programming it quickly to his liking, Rivaille handed it to Eren, who took it with shaky fingers.

"This is your pager. I expect you to answer it within 30 seconds, even if you're taking a huge shit." Eren bit his lip, trying to give no reaction as he almost sputtered out a laugh. If he wasn't such a serious man, Eren would have thought he was joking.

Rivaille drummed his fingers against his desk, thinking if there was anything else. "That should be it. You understand everything?"

"Yes, sir." Eren repeated. He racked his brain for any questions, but he didn't think Rivaille was one to answer questions freely so he shut his mouth. He put the pager in his pants pocket, and got up to leave, taking his cue. Rivaille went back to filing some papers as Eren walked to the door, but he heard Rivaille sputter on the coffee Eren had made for him, and stopped short. There was a look of pure dread of Eren's face.

"Next time, ask Petra how to make it. Start on number three on the list I left for you and oh, for punishment of your lateness and your unfortunate appearance, you can do everything you have to do today, without using the elevator. If I hear word that you did use the elevator, you can expect yourself jobless again." Rivaille called shortly after and Eren watched as he threw the cup of coffee away.

Eren turned away, shutting the door behind him as he made it out to the hallway. He pressed his back against the opposite wall, a deep breath stuck in his airway. He felt like he had been holding his breath the whole time. The boy had the feeling that this wouldn't be the easiest job he'd ever had.

Walking softly to the frontal desk hallway there were various desks with name tags on them. They were all a boring brown, but some were decorated with personal items and various colorful ribbons covered one desk. Eren found his desk quickly, since it was the only one not decorated in the group of desk. The desks sat in rows of two, with three rows.

A couple of people sat scattered at desks, but not all the desks looked filled with people. They must be running errands of some sort. Eren noticed a couple of the people staring at him, but he ignored them. One person, however, did take his attention. It was Petra, sitting at a large desk at the front of the room, near the elevators. He imagined she was the main floor secretary. She was just taking off her jacket, so Eren was sure she had just followed him up not too long ago. and she sent a short wave and wink his way. Eren made a mental note to ask her about Rivaille's coffee.

Sitting down in the plump office chair, he inhaled the sweet scent of the office. It was a smell he'd only have to get used too. It was much different than the smell of alcohol and sweat at the Club.

Sitting on the very middle of his blank desk was a short list. Eren picked it up, only to realize it was a folded piece of paper, with three more sheets of instructions. Eren shook the paper, not believing his eyes. There was no way he could do all this before work was over. He'd after to go overtime, and even then he wasn't sure he'd finish. But Rivaille said to start on number three.

Finding it, his eyes grew wide and he let out a strangled cough. He heard a giggle from behind him, where a woman was sitting at her desk. It was the desk that was highly decorated with ribbons and figurines.

"Rivaille killing you already?" The woman asked him. She looked kind with freckles spouting across her face.

"How'd you know?" Eren asked her, giving her a look of despair. She laughed again. "You aren't the first one. Hanna." She held out her hand and Eren shook it, introducing himself as well, glad he had someone who somewhat understood his pain.

"Don't worry, he's not as severe as he seems." Petra spoke, coming up from behind them, leaving her station. She might have said that, trying to reassure Eren, but she gave Eren a look of pity.

"This is my first day and I don't know anything!" Eren huffed. The women shared a knowing glance and looked back at Eren.

"You'll figure it out. Just follow the sheet." Hanna continued. Eren nodded, rereading number three.

"What exactly does this mean?" Eren showed them and Petra drew a deep breath. "You have to go to each floor, ask the floor director about their new fashion contractors, and write down the information."

Eren grabbed a notebook and pen, knowing full well he had his work cut out for him. "And this 'you have three fourths of lunch to do it'?" He pointed at the words.

"That means you have 30 minutes to do it." Eren shot out of his chair to the entertainment of the women who were trying not to find amusement in this.

"Thank you!" Eren ran backwards, turning around to yell to them, and went towards the elevator where he knew he better get a move on. He had to make up for being late, and he was sure he would be able to do it.

Stopping short of the elevator, Eren's mind still trying to catch up to his body. He had just remembered Levi's words. He wasn't allowed to use the elevator or he'd be fired. He let out a hard groan, moving to the stairs, where he started at floor one. Running from floor to floor did a toll on Eren. He was lucky he was in shape, but he wasn't used to running. His body gracefully jogged across the floor, flying past people with stacks of paper, and others rushing, doing their own chores. He was happy to know he wasn't the only one trying to get somewhere fast. It looked like everyone was always in a rush, running from here to there, always talking on a phone, or writing a mile a minute. It was a hectic place, but it looked like everything still ran smoothly.

It took him wasted minutes in the staircase, running down hallways that seemed to lead to nowhere, and going into the wrong director's office twice until he got almost everyone's new contractors. Two of the directors were out or in a phone conference. Of the twelve, he thought that was pretty good.

During his time running around, it did give him time to get acquainted with the building. It was certainly large and the inside was a maze made out of a maze. So many hallways led to more places to go and more places to discover. The signs hardly helped him and getting lost and found helped him get a general ground plan of each floor. He was able to meet all the other directors and some of their assistants. His face made them stop short and cause awkward introductions, but he was able to get a feel of what each of them were like. Their offices were just the same as Rivaille's only with different decorations and furniture.

All them seemed busy with their own things so their conversations were short and too the point, which didn't mind the hurried Eren. And, by the last one, Eren was exhausted, out of breath, and had only a few more minutes to get back to his new boss's office. Making it back to Rivaille's office, flying past Petra and Hanna who waved, he knocked on the door, feeling winded.

"Come in." He heard Rivaille say through the door. Did he ever leave the office?

Walking inside, Eren could feel his breath coming out in huffs. "I'm done."

He held up the paper that was now a bit crumbled in his hand. Rivaille looked at it in distaste, seeming at least satisfied that Eren had made it in time. Levi stood up, walking around the desk and took the paper out of Eren's hand and looked through it quickly, leaning against his deck, crossing an ankle around the other.

Eren stood there awkwardly and quietly. He didn't know where to look but he found his eyes on Rivaille. Eren looked at his plump lips, which were in a permanent frown. They weren't chapped, but in fact looking moist and soft. The hair Eren had put his hands through not too long ago looked clean and silky. It was the kind of hair Eren wouldn't mind feeling run through his fingers again. Letting his eyes trail down, he noticed how the grey suit Rivaille was wearing clung to his shoulder blades, tight around his built chest and broad shoulder blades. Eren remembered the feeling of rubbing his hands down that chest, feeling the ripples of his skin. Eren felt goose bumps forming on his forearms as he took the rest of him in. His sharp cheekbones that Eren had led kisses down, looked unmarked, as did his neck, even though Eren was sure he had left a hickey. It's too bad it faded so quickly.

He knew he should stop trailing down Rivaille's body but he couldn't find the motivation to stop. Before, he hadn't been able to see the body he was getting intimate with, but now he was able to see what he had been touching, and it felt so good. A pair of green eyes were looking down to the slight bulge in his pants, which set Eren's abdomen on fire, memories flooding to his mind. The very fact that Eren has touched what was inside that thin layer of clothing was making Eren grow uncomfortable by the sudden rush of blood to his own lower body parts. He remembered how good Rivaille felt on top of him, pounding down on his cock. How good it was to feel the friction between them, it was pure ecstasy. The very thought was enough to turn Eren on.

"Yeager? Where are you looking?" Rivaille's voice cut through his memory. Eren looked up at the face who he was just undressing his face turning a bright red color. "N-nowhere, sir!" Well, that didn't sound suspicious at all and Rivaille didn't look fooled. "If you want something to look at, look at yourself in a mirror." He scoffed, irritated. Eren nodded, taking what Rivaille said in mind. But he was sure that looking at himself in a mirror won't possibly be as great as looking at Rivaille's body.

"The list is horribly sloppy. I want it typed up and submitted under the door before lunch. When you're done, continue with the list until I need you." Rivaille waved his hand at him, as if that was about it.

"What do you want for lunch?" Eren asked. Eren noticed a slight change in Rivaille's expression, as if he was surprised that Eren had remembered to ask about lunch. "Buy the eighth sandwich on the menu from the deli down the road. Not hard to miss."

He walked around his desk, plopping down in his seat. Eren took this at his cue and left. He almost wiped off his forehead in exasperation relief as he realized he finished his first task to a sort of acceptable manner.

He made his way to the front desk area where he began typing up what Rivaille needed.

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By the end of his shift, around eight that night, Eren about wanted to pass out. All he has done all day was quickly to do this and quickly do that. There was no time to be slow or to do something calmly. He was always in a rush. He was in and out of Rivaille's office, getting yelled at and turning in assignments and that Rivaille had sent him out to collect. The only thing he seemed truly happy with was the sandwich Eren had brought him, but it's not like he made the sandwich.

He didn't enjoy the looks of pity people gave him and the looks of amusement from Petra and Hanna. Even though they teased him, the two women seemed very friendly, and they were good people that Eren could learn to get along with them.

Petra seemed to know Rivaille for a long time, but Eren didn't know too much about it. She seemed to know him well, giving Eren little hints throughout the day and even promised to help Eren out with the coffee making tomorrow morning.

Rivaille really wasn't relentless. He wanted things done when he assigned them and he didn't accept messing around. It was something Eren would have to get used to, but thanks to working at the Club's busy environment he was an expert in avoiding hitting into people while in a rush.

Packing up a few papers that Eren had typed out that day, he put them back in the organized cabinet to the right of his desk. He really liked his work area, it was spacious and it didn't feel like it was closing him in at all. The chair was comfy and he could rock softly back in forth in it. He was pretty comfortable, especially after all the energy he had just spent.

A bag around his arm, he got up from his chair, his shift had ended a half hour ago and only now was he finally leaving. He was lucky he had the day off because of his unfortunate face, because he couldn't imagine having to go work the pole tonight, especially after all that exercise. He probably ran up and down thirty flights of stairs, probably more. But that was just for today, because he knew from now on, he'd be sure to be on time.

He didn't know if he was allowed to use the elevator yet so he took the stairs down to the parking garage on the bottom floor. By the time he made it outside and he couldn't help but breath in the smell of the fresh air. It was so wonderful after a stressful day locked up in a building. He truly loved being outside, sad enough both his jobs involved inside work. And, all this work and stress has built up inside him. He suddenly got the urge to scream, to get it out of his throat but he was still just a few steps from the building and he wasn't going to embarrass himself more than he's already have. People gave him strange looks when they looked at his bruised cheek, and others gave him a look of distaste.

Starting to walk away from the front door, Eren let out a huge sigh.

"My regime isn't that hard, Yeager." Levi sounded from behind him. Of course, right when I thought I was free, Eren thought. "Oh, sir."

Rivaille had a leather bound case around his arm, and he looked like he was going home for the day, his own shift done with. He started to walk away from him, ignoring his greeting. When he was a few feet away from Eren, he hesitated before turning around. "You did alright." It didn't sound like a compliment from the way he said it, bored and annoyed. But Eren knew that was the closest to a compliment he was going to get from his new boss.

Throwing his arms up, not caring who saw or what they though, he put his hands into fists and thrust them in the air. "Yes!" He yelled into the night sky, grabbing the attention of various others. He got a compliment. He actually got one. He couldn't believe his ears and he couldn't help but show his excitement like the teenage boy he really was.

Rivaille continued to walk away, trying to stop himself from turning around and firing the boy for just being too damn excited. But, as he continued to walk, he couldn't help but feel the faint trace of a smile form on his lips.

I apologize for the delay of this chapter! I got really behind because of varsity tennis and I had to train my horses, and blah just a lot of things happened. And now as I type this I am messily frosting cupcakes.

This chapter had a lot more ErenxLevi interaction, and I hope I did the first day of work scene to your likings ;) it was a bit challenging to get the mood, but I think it went alright. I hope I didn't put an unnecessary Levi anywhere, because for now he will be known as Rivaille by Eren.

Thank you for all the reviews! ;)