Rating: M

ErenxRivaille

Filler Couples

/Edited Chapter/

Chapter 7:

Rogue Status

Eren had his best friend, Armin, over at the moment. Looking for a snack of some sort, Erin was raiding his cupboard so his friend could at least eat something while Mikasa cooked dinner. Armin usually came over every other day to have dinner with them.

Snatching some crackers, slamming the cupboard door closed, and making his way to the living room, Eren sat down in the chair next to Armin's. Armin was simply sitting there, quietly, reading a book. Eren could only roll his eyes.

"Could you put the goddamn book down for one minute? It's a Friday night." Eren teased him, happy to see the Armin he has always known, the bookworm. Armin set his book down, and stared long and hard at Eren.

"At least I actually read the textbooks the professor assigns to us." Eren's right eyebrow rose slightly.

"I do! I just, I only read what's important." Eren whined, shifting his weight in his seat. Feeling the weight of Armin's judgment.

"It's all important!" Armin fought back.

"Really, Armin? What about when the book mentioned that one of Queen Victoria's wedding gifts was a half ton of cheese? Was that important?" Eren asked Armin in all seriousness. Armin looked a bit put off, trying to find the words to change Eren's mind.

"I remember that part. But it was still interesting!"

"So what, what if-"

"Eren! Stop messing with Armin." Mikasa's voice sounded over the two.

"Ack!" She promptly smacked Eren across the side of his head with his own copy of the textbook they were both complaining about.

"You should read it." Mikasa added, standing there, her arms crossed, holding a motherly stance. Eren looked at her sheepishly, rubbing the side of his temple where he was hit with the book. He was only glad she hadn't hit him near the side of his disappearing bruised cheek.

"I will." Eren grumbled. Mikasa didn't look satisfied with the answer but let it go.

"Dinner is almost done." She added, walking towards the kitchen to finish up whatever she was cooking. Eren nodded after her as she left. From what he smelled coming from the kitchen, she was making something delicious.

"Hey, sorry Armin, I was just messing around." Eren spoke quickly; embarrassed he let his big mouth get the best of him again. Armin turned his head to stare at Eren, a smile coming to his face, and his hair swinging back behind his shoulder in his ponytail.

"I know that. You've been really stressed with work lately, right?" Armin spoke quietly, not wanting Mikasa to hear from the kitchen. She still didn't know about the second job.

"It's been gruesome to juggle both. I'm needed at the Recon Corps early morning usually, but I don't get out of the Club till around 3 in the morning. I'm not getting any sleep. And don't let me forget to mention my afternoon classes. Plus, Rivaille is up my ass all the time about how horrible I look. It's just a lot to deal with." Eren gasped for breath after venting to Armin.

He'd been working both jobs for a week and a half now and he was already ready to drop. He tried to keep a positive attitude but with the little sleep and free time he was getting, it was becoming difficult. Eren wasn't sure how much longer he'd last.

The only good thing is that his black eye had finally started to disappear. The area was still a bit grey from the discoloration of skin, but the darkness of the bruise and the swelling had gone down. The cut under his eye also healed quite nicely. He was lucky. This will give Rivaille one less thing to yell at him about. But that didn't stop Rivaille from reminding Eren about his black eye every five seconds.

"But, do you enjoy it? The pay is good?" Armin tried to get Eren to look positively at his position. Armin was worried about his friend, though. He wanted Eren to have an easier life now.

"The pay is fine and in some ways I do like it. I mean, I met some great people and I get my own space. But, the workload defiantly wasn't what I was expecting. Sometimes, it's doable, and other times, it's almost impossible. Not to mention my boss is a pain in my ass. Although, it's a bit different for me..." Eren whispered the last part to himself, not wanting Armin to know how well he knew his boss. Armin didn't seem to catch on to it.

"Maybe so, but it's a real job. It's something respectable and I'm sure your mom would be really happy to know you two are doing so well." Armin spoke calmly, a grin on his face. Eren couldn't help but smile back at him. He always knew how to make Eren feel better in the worst of situations.

Eren's whole life had him feeling like an outcast. He was the poor kid down the block, the one without a mother or father. Then he was known as the whore, the transvestite (even if he wasn't). But no one has supported him like Armin and Mikasa have. He owes them a lot.

"But when are you going to tell Mikasa?" Armin added, innocently. Now it was Eren's turn to give him long, hard look.

"When I make enough money."" Eren replied simply. It was then when he smelled a sweet, tangy smell come from the kitchen.

"Eren. Armin." Mikasa called from the kitchen, informing them dinner was ready.

Getting up from his spot, Eren walked towards the kitchen/dining room. Armin followed him, his stomach growling at the thought of food.

Before they walked into the kitchen to join Mikasa, Armin grabbed Eren's shoulder, bringing him closer to him. Eren looked at Armin, surprised with the boy's sudden act.

"You have to tell her." He whispered in Eren's ear. Eren waved him away.

"She'd only worry."

"That might be true, but she'll be more worried when you begin to look worse and worse." Armin's argument was hitting a nerve. He knew Armin was right, but he just wanted to believe he could do it all himself, even if it wasn't true.

"Eren!" Mikasa yelled again.

Eren nodded at Armin and Armin let go of Eren's shoulder, letting him pass by. He couldn't help but worry about Eren. Everything he did was so reckless and not properly planned. Eren hadn't even thought about a second job until a little over three weeks ago. That was hardly enough time to think about the consequences of two full time jobs.

But that's why Armin was there. He would always pick Eren up when he is being pushed down by stress. He wouldn't ever leave Eren's side until he knew Eren's life was where it should be. But until then, he would continue to care and push Eren to do his best.

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"Damn it, what did I forget…" Eren mumbled to himself as he went through a list in his mind. He had dusted off the staircase like Rivaille wanted him too. He even cleaned up his desk area after Rivaille had told him off for leaving his space a 'catastrophe' as he called it.

He was currently waiting for the elevator to let him off onto the eighth floor, which Rivaille ruled over. Eren must say he enjoys work much better when he's allowed to take the elevator instead of the stairs. That's why; he didn't want to lose the privilege.

But what if he did something wrong? Then he was screwed because after working for the menacing, but short Rivaille for over a week, he has been taught one thing. That you do what he says. Eren didn't appreciate the regime, but he respected it.

He respected Rivaille, too. Even if he was still a teenager, he understood authority and their importance. It caused him to grow to adore the man he had slept with, even with his type of personality.

Ding

The elevator opened and Eren rushed out, shuffling his legs. If he was in trouble, then he certainly wasn't going to be late. Rivaille had paged Eren only a few minutes earlier, telling him to get his ass over to his office.

He jogged past Petra and Hanna who were talking on the phone. They noticed Eren and waved and he waved back. They gave him a knowing look as he ran to hallway where Rivaille's office lay.

He has found himself growing closer to the two other assistants. Although, they had been there longer than him, they were friendly to him. He didn't mind, he was happy just having a couple of friends. Hanna and Petra constantly gave him advice on dealing Rivaille. He's sure he owes them both a lot.

Making it to the door, he knocked, and was told he could come in. But he stopped in the middle of the doorway.

"Took you long enough to get here on your fucking daddy long legs." Personally, Eren didn't think he had such legs, but he figures, everyone is like that to Rivaille. But that wasn't what made Eren stop short. It was the position Rivaille was in.

The man was standing in the middle of his office, trapped in a suit. He leaned against his desk with a hip, but Eren could only see one hand peeking out of the material. The inside shirt must have gotten stuck to the blazer since Rivaille's head was hardly peeking out of the top.

It wrapped around his body, tight, getting stuck on his broad shoulders. A button was ajar, and the sleeves weren't seeable, but Eren was pretty sure one sleeve was inside out, sticking inside of the blazer. He looked trapped.

"At least shut the damn door." His boss said again, his voice muffled from the fabric. Eren did what he said, still frozen in confusion and entertainment.

"So, sir, is there a problem?" Eren couldn't help but let himself smirk.

"Shut it, Yeager." Rivaille growled.

"Help me out." He began again, twisting a bit unsuccessfully. To Eren, he looked like a little penguin stuck in a tube, which made the whole situation even funnier to him.

Eren walked forward, grabbing at the collar that was poking out, the top of Rivaille's head and his head could be seen from inside. Eren began to pull, not sure if he was doing this right. The suit wouldn't budge.

"Er, how do I get this off?" Eren asked him. He could hear Rivaille sigh, and he could only guess his expression right now.

"I don't know, just get it off." Eren continued to pull, working around the edges of the blazer, pulling anywhere it seemed loose. He unbuttoned the buttons, but that just gave them a little more room. Eren noticed that the inside shirt must be connected to the blazer by a zipper of some sort. He found the zipper in the back, and he got to work, trying to untangle it.

"How did you even get in this?" Eren couldn't help but let his curiosity get the best of him.

"I have an important meeting later. I must have grabbed the wrong size."

"You think?" Eren tugged a bit more, till a sleeve came loose.

"Was that sarcasm, kid?" Rivaille snapped. Eren gulped.

"Of course not!" He reassured him, quickly. He didn't hear anything after that so he wasn't sure if that was it or not.

One last tug slipped the blazer over Rivaille's head and the undershirt fell out onto the floor. Eren was knocked backwards, losing his balance. Grabbing at the nearest thing, he caught it to catch his fall, only to bring it down with him. Unfortunately, that thing was Rivaille.

Rivaille went tumbling down with Eren, his leg hitting the side of the desk, causing it to buckle. Eren felt his body fly backwards, but he felt himself falling towards his side. At that moment, Rivaille had chosen that moment to inflict a punch to the side of Eren's temple, because of the boy's lack of coordination. He didn't enjoy being pulled down by him.

When Eren finally opened his eyes, he was on the ground, his back rubbing against something that painfully reminded him of a pen. His ass hurt, because of the impact, but he felt something against his chest and looked down.

His instant reaction was to move away, but there was a mop of black hair on his chest. He told himself to lie still, suddenly scared for his life. Rivaille groaned, realizing where he was.

Letting his eyes slide open, he put both hands on either side of Eren, on the ground, and pushed up. Rivaille had his right knee against the ground, on the right side of Eren while the other knee was pressed against Eren's crotch area. His palms were face down on the ground so he glared at the boy below him.

Eren wished he could comprehend what was happening in that moment. All he knew was that he pushed his boss to the ground and now his boss's left knee was pushing painfully against his crotch. To make it even worse, he was shirtless.

Eren couldn't help but stare at the chest before him. Every ripple of skin was contorting with every breath. His stomach looked firm to the touch, strong abs were spread across his stomach. Eren couldn't help but remember how they felt to the touch.

There was a bit of sweat on Rivaille's neck that Eren just wanted to sit up and lick off. His muscled arms surrounded Eren, encasing him in the increasing hotness between the two. The knee pushed even more painfully against his crotch as Eren grew more aware of what was happening around him.

The man, who he had fucked just a bit over three weeks ago, was wrapped around his body, shirtless, and breathing heavily. It was enough for Eren to feel incredibly turned on. He let his own breath hitch, taking advantage of the position they were in.

Memories of that night were coming back, fresh in Eren's mind. He remembers when he had first seen Rivaille. Everything he was feeling then was coming back now, and he couldn't contain the lust he felt. Those plump lips had been on his, Rivaille's tongue slipping against Eren's. The heated kiss alone had left Eren a mess.

When they had gotten closer, so close their bodies were touching, Eren felt nothing but heat and need. It was a never ending cycle of more and more. Nothing they did was enough, and when he had finally entered the older man, he was desperate, a horny teenager craving the touch of another.

Eren's head was a mess with thoughts. He couldn't even think straight at this point. But the next thing he knew, Rivaille was getting up from his position, leaving Eren withered there.

Eren could feel his crotch hardening slightly, but ignored it, as he came to his feet with what little sanity he had at the moment.

"You may leave now." Rivaille only commented. Eren couldn't quite place what he looked like at that moment. It was a look he wasn't familiar Rivaille could give.

"Yes, sir." Eren gasped out. Rivaille looked at him suspiciously, before waving him away. Eren took his opportunity, leaving the awkwardness and letting the door shut gracefully behind him. He knew he should forget the whole thing and move on, but all he was thinking was that he needed to get to the bathroom, right away.

Making his way to the men's bathroom was almost painful. He couldn't help but sigh in relief when he opened the door to see it was empty. Grabbing the nearest stall, he threw open the door, hardly locking it behind him before he was unzipping the front of his black slacks.

Pulling them down to his ankles, he reached inside his underwear, grabbing at his growing member inside. Eren let out a strangled moan as his cool hands reached around his cock, wrapping around like an extra skin.

Almost instantly, he began to pump himself, knowing he had no self control right now. He let his mind wander, feeling his cock grow in his hand, letting it pulse with the very dirty thoughts making him feel so horny.

He knew he was dirty, sick, for doing this at his work place, but he hardly cared. He just knew he needed the warmth from before, and this was the closest way he was going to get to it.

He rocked his hips into his hand, letting his hands slide down and up.. There was pre-cum running down the side, but it only gave him extra lubrication. Another groan sought out of his mouth.

His breath was heavy and rigid, grabbing at the air. Eren's head was hung low in pure ecstasy, feeling everything. He tried to imagine Rivaille doing it for him, trying to feel him now. Eren felt his body tense, the climax coming soon.

Every movement left Eren hardly standing up straight, and he grew into the feeling. It was becoming more and more intense for him. He let a hand run through his hair, pushing it out of his face. He was sure his face was flushed and lips red.

Suddenly, the bathroom door slammed opened. Unfortunately, at the moment it swung open, Eren was in the middle of a low moan. But as soon as he heard the door, he cut his moan off short, eyes growing wide.

He let go of his cock, trying to slip it back into his underwear, but it was painful. He wasn't able to finish and he could feel his erection growing impatient. But the fact there was someone else in here outweighed the want to continue.

He heard the steps as they sounded against the aluminum floor. He held his breath, frozen to his spot. He thought they were going into a stall, but then he heard the knock on his stall door.

"Someone's in here." Eren squeaked.

"I know that. What the hell are you doing? I called your pager again." Rivaille's voice sounded on the other side.

"Um… I was just taking a shit." Eren coughed, hoping he sounded believable but he was sure Rivaille saw right through his lie.

"I don't care. Of course, I do care, if you're masturbating at work." Eren's cover was blown. He gulped down a deep breath, his eyes wide and fiery.

"No, I'm not!" Eren didn't even convince himself.

"You have the sexual willpower of a preteen." Rivaille mumbled. He pushed against the door, lightly at first, before kicking it open, irritated that it didn't budge before. Eren let out a girly yelp and Rivaille took in the scene in front of him.

Eren stood his hands by his hips, a bulge in his underwear, frozen to where he stood. His mind was telling him to run, hide his body, and do something to get out of this situation. But, Eren also knew he was stuck. There was nothing he could do at this point

"What a face." Rivaille commented, a slight, amused smile coming to his face. Eren's face was a deep red, embarrassed and frozen. Rivaille looked down at Eren's crotch area.

"Take care of that and meet me back in my office." He told Eren, shooting an irritated glance towards Eren. He really should have expected this from such a young kid who couldn't even control his urges. Eren could hear his breathing in the awkward silence, until he realized Rivaille was expecting him to answer.

Without an answer, Eren lifted up his pants, and began to fasten his belt.

"What are you doing?" Rivaille asked him. Eren looked down at him, a confused look on his face.

"What you told me to do?" Eren replied, licking his lips. He wasn't sure what Rivaille meant.

"No, I told you to take care of that." Rivaille pointed at his half-limp erection.

"Um…" Eren couldn't say he's ever been in a more awkward situation. Rivaille just rolled his eyes.

"Finish."

"In all honesty, I don't think I can now." The look of pure disdain was shot Eren's way and he shrunk back a bit. Rivaille walked forward.

"I'm not going to have you around my office, humping things like a dog. I'll take care of it." It took a moment for Eren to understand what he meant, but as soon as Rivaille cupped the bulge in Eren's pants, his eyes grew wide. Backing up, Eren realized Rivaille pushed him all the way back into a wall. He put up his hands, shaking his head.

"It's fine!" Eren was sure his voice hit a new octave. Rivaille promptly ignored him, responding by slipping a finger into his underwear. Eren looked away, embarrassed by that fact his boss was talking about jacking him off. Rivaille's hand was slipping deeper and deeper into his underwear.

He wanted to pull away, grab his hand and tell him to stop, but Rivaille was right, he was losing the will to pull away. By the time Rivaille's whole hand was in his underwear, he was gasping, feeling Rivaille's finger's so close, but so far.

After Rivaille thought it was time, he rubbed a finger against Eren's now soft shaft, feeling the skin beneath his finger tips. Eren let out a quiet gasp in surprise.

Enjoying the sound the boy made, Rivaille wrapped his slender fingers around the base of the cock, his fingers lightly scrapping against the skin.

Rivaille was bent down so Eren could see his hair falling forward, and the back of his neck was bare. At least now he was wearing a shirt. He closed one eye, feeling Rivaille start to move his wrist.

Starting slowly at first, Rivaille trailed another finger from the base up to the top, slowly, making Eren buckle softly into his hand. Continuing, his hand started to pump Eren's growing cock once again. He felt it growing beneath his hand, starting off slowly.
Eren's head was back, pushing against the wall behind him. What he was feeling before was nothing compared to this. The pure pleasure was riveting up his skin, sending him into a fit of ecstasy. He felt shivers climb up and down his spine as Rivaille increased his pace.

The sound of skin against skin was heard throughout the whole bathroom. Eren's eyes were clouded over, feeling everything and enjoying what was below him. He was so close to Rivaille. Again. He was so close he could smell his skin and could bury his nose into his hair.

Rivaille's speed was increasing and the pounding in Eren's ears almost hurt. Rivaille slipped a finger over the slit of the head of his cock, leaving Eren a mess against the wall. His shirt was climbing up his body, showing off his stomach, the cool stone of the wall against his lower back. He let out a loud moan that rippled up his throat. Just hearing Eren, Rivaille almost let out a purr of his own, but contained himself. It wasn't his time to be feeling good.

Eren lost track of how long Rivaille was touching him, but before long, he was reaching his climax with every swipe of his fingers. The pressure was becoming too much, and Eren found himself pressing against Rivaille's hand, looking for friction. He felt needy and hot, but it was enough for him to want more.

A couple more pumps, left Eren groaning and sputtering out hot cum onto Rivaille's hand. Head back, gasping for breath; Eren felt his energy leave him, using the wall to support himself.

Rivaille straightened up, pulling a handkerchief out of his back pocket. Looking Eren straight in the eye, he wiped off his hands, looking bored. Eren looked back at him, panting, palms against the wall. He didn't know what came after this.

"Now that that's done, you can finally concentrate on your work." Eren almost scoffed. How was he supposed to concentrate on work, after that? If anything, Eren's mind was going to be preoccupied with thoughts of mayhem and guilt.

"I don't need you anymore, it's way past that. Just continue on the list." Rivaille continued, before walking away, his steps leaving the bathroom as Eren stood against the wall, still reeling from what had just happened.

"What the fuck." Those were the only words Eren could think of at the moment. He wasn't sure if anything else would describe the situation that had just happened.

Shit, he was in deep. He knew he shouldn't have taken this job, because now he has a boss that he's had even more than one sexual encounter with.

And now his mind is going to be filled with thoughts of him. Every time he even gets close to him, he's going to be reminded of the musky scent that defines him. And he's not going to be surprised if he gets a boner every time he walks into that damned office, because he's just going to remember what had happened today.

Eren slid down the wall, his pants still undone, his cock spent. He put his head in his hand, rolling his head, thinking of what he should do.

But he was stuck, having internal conflicts with himself. He didn't want to quit, he needed the job. But if he stayed, he might find himself even more entwined with Rivaille. Because, who knows, if they could do that just now, how far might they really go in the future?

Wow, that was a fun chapter to write! To be honest, it's my first time writing a masturbating scene but I hope I did alright. At first, I wasn't going to have Rivaille give Eren a hand job, but since I got so many reviewers (thanks!) last chapter, I threw it in, because yay for smut.

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