Rating: M

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ErenxRivaille

JeanxMarco (but only a lil)

Chapter 8:

Loud Dreamer

Eren could feel the beat of the music revert off of his white heels. The music was pounding tonight, but there were a lot of people at the Club tonight. His Club, Club Sina, was having a special night. At the beginning of the night, Marco, the Boss's assistant handed out forms, so the customers can choose their top dancers.

Those dancers chosen will be dancing for them tonight. It was already foreshadowed that Eren would be one of the winners and so he was getting ready. There was no theme tonight; the dancers could wear anything they wanted. It was a way for them to show their "creativity" as the Boss liked to call it. Eren wasn't very confident in his clothing choice, but after working here for so long in so many outfits, he at least had a bit of a sense of fashion. Working at the corporation helped a bit, too.

He's met a couple of fashion designer over the last week. They usually scheduled with Levi for an appointment and Eren was sent to retrieve them. Some of them were young woman with to much money on their side. The other, older woman, had fur on their backs that Eren was pretty sure was illegal in some countries. They were, for the most part, snobbish and blunt. But, Levi was polite to them when he greeted them and even when they left.

Eren was required to wait to be paged to escort them back down. Sometimes, when he came to the door Levi and the client would kiss each other's cheeks and the clients would talk of how they can't wait to see him again. Eren wasn't sure how Levi was so popular. But the blunt man seemed to be close and easy-going with his clients. He was hoping it was just because of business.

Eren pulled out a black crop top with a triangle bottom that covered his naval but left his sides and back uncovered. It wrapped around his shoulders with floosy, short sleeves, pulling around his body and stopped half way up his back, showing his lower muscles in his back.

The flap of the triangle from the top hardly covered his naval, and when he moved, it would show his stomach. He added a pair of neon green hot pants that were bright against the contrast of the crop top.

He felt like he had chosen a good outfit, personally. To bring it all together, he wore white, short kitty heels that left his calves looking their best.

It was only a short amount of time before Marco had called for him, telling he was one the top three dancers. Eren really wasn't surprised. The only one who seemed surprised was Jean. He came storming in, furious, and a sarcastic smug on his lips.

"I don't understand how someone with your skill got top three." Jean started coming at Eren, his face only inches away. Eren puffed out his cheeks like a child finally meeting his nemesis.

"You are just pissed because I'm up there with you." Eren's guess was that he and Jean had both won, along with Christa.

Jean's face looked embarrassed and irritated at the same time. He took a step toward Eren, threatening, when Marco stepped between the two. Putting out his hands to Eren, Marco gave him a small smile.

"Actually…. Jean didn't make top three…" Marco told Eren sheepishly. Eren's eyes grew wide and then he began to laugh. Jean's face was red with embarrassment and anger and he didn't know which was worse.

"How!?" Eren screeched, laughing to himself.

"Well, of course I know how, but ha!" Eren continued. At this point, Marco was holding onto Jean's waist so he didn't clock Eren. His black eye had finally, for the most part, disappeared and he really didn't need it back. But that didn't stop Eren from cracking up so hard he was crying.

"Eren, watch it." Jean said through his teeth, threatening him. Marco looked at his watch quickly.

"I think it's about to time for you to go on!" Marco explained, pushing Eren to leave, which he gladly did. Trying to contain his giggles, he started to the door, but not before turning around and giving Jean one last look.

"Beat you." With that, Eren left. Jean stood speechless. His foot stomped on the ground and his hands were in fists. Marco had a small smirk on his face, enjoying Jean's little tantrum. He kind of deserved it; he was getting to self absorbed.

"Jean, it's okay."

"Marco. I lost. I lost to him." Jean quipped back. Marco sighed, giving Jean a soft pat on the back.

"We are having another contest next season. You have till then to beat him." Marco replied, trying to look at the positives more than the negatives. And, if only Jean didn't have the mindset that he had to beat Eren. He had so many better things to do with his life.

"Yeah, maybe, but, maybe I'm not as wanted anymore." Jean was having doubts in his work.

He'd started working here when he was about twenty. He had heard about a place that was giving good pay. He didn't care what he had to do to receive the pay but he just knew he needed the money. His mother, back in a small country home, was dying of cancer, and all he could do for his family was send as much money as he could. His little siblings were all alone, taking care of the home and working hard.

When Jean realized his situation five years ago, he had moved to the big city, looking for opportunities. Finding it, he said good bye to his family and promised to send home money.

He hasn't seen them since. He missed them, of course. But, the cost back home was too expensive, since every cent he made was sent back home. They sent him a letter every now and then, but that was all he usually received. He was used to it at this point, but he was just glad he could find work. He had a family to support.

Marco gave him a shy smile, walking up to Jean, quietly. He bent down a bit, got close, and pressed his chapped lips against Jean's cheek, a slight blush on his face. He pulled away and Jean looked surprised. He stared at Marco with wide eyes.

"I know I want you." Marco continued, taking his leave right after Eren. Jean heard the door slam shut and he was alone.

Thinking about what just happened; Jean covered his face with one arm, hiding a small smile and blush.

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Eren was having a hard time, about to go on stage.

He had a couple of moments to prepare himself before it was his time to go on. He was feeling a bit anxious about what would happen when the curtains opened. He was worried he'd see his coworkers.

He was feeling more comfortable at the Recon Corps lately, (even with what had happened with Levi), and he could even find himself enjoying himself.

Most of the people were very inviting and kind, willing to help him, but still allowed him to figure things out himself. He almost felt like he was a part of another family.

Levi was as nonchalant as ever. Eren had at least expected him to be a little awkward after the hand job he had given him in the bathroom, but Levi continued on like nothing had happened. Eren wished he could act like that too. To try to pretend that it didn't affect him.

Every time he heard his boss's voice, he got goose bumps down his arms, and every time Levi took in a breath, he could remember that breathe against on his lips. It was painful and hot at the same time. He was having a hard time controlling himself, everything was setting him off. It was to the point that he usually held his breath until he was dismissed, so he didn't get lost in Levi's scent. Damn it. Why was he so fucking attracted to him? Levi was right; Eren was like a horny preteen boy.

Jeez, he needed to control himself. Or, he needed to distance himself as much as possible from Levi. But then Petra had told Eren about his welcome to the team party. Everyone was going to be there, even Levi.

He was totally on board for the idea, until they started brainstorming. They had a small group meeting with a couple of the gals from other floors that Eren was acquaintance with, and they began their planning.

Eren was enjoying himself, listening to the girls squabble about what would be the "best" thing for Eren. But then, one suggested that they go to 'Club Sina', and Eren turned his head around, finally alert and paying attention.

"We could go to Club Sina again! It was so hot last time." One woman had told the other next to her. Eren thought it was a horrible idea. He was not going to set himself up to fail by going there.

Eren tried to explain to the ladies why he thought it was a bad idea. His only true argument was that it was a Friday night and there were no discounts that would interest them. Some of the woman agreed, and others began talking about how sexy that one dancer "Millius" was. In fact, Eren was pretty sure he made Top Three along with Eren.

After a few more minutes of conversing, with Eren's continued attempts to derail the idea, they finally trashed it, too the distaste of the woman. Some of them, obviously, still wanted to go, but with Eren's persisting, the measure was dropped.

Of course, the next best thing was to go out for drinks and roller skating. Eren had never thought of the idea before, but then Hanna began describing to him how hilarious it was to watch people try to skate and drink at the same time. It usually ended up with injuries, embarrassment, and regret, but the good laugh was worth it.

Eren thought that was a much better idea and agreed to it. He was supposed to meet up with them in two hours, when his shift ended. Even though, he was glad they all weren't coming here, he wasn't sure if any of the ladies took matters into their own hands and decided to come on their own accord.

"Eren, show call!" Someone called his name, and he threw all worries away from his mind. He couldn't dwell about what could happen. He had to concentrate on his job.

Taking a good step in his heels, he pushed open the curtain with confidence, light blinding him right away. But he was used to this stage, and working on it, even without sight. He didn't notice anything but the black silhouettes of the audience and all he heard through his earplugs, were the muffled screams and yells of men and woman alike.

Their voices edged him on, and he began to walk down the stage towards them, his heels clacking against the cool floor. By the time he reached the pole in the middle of the stage, he was feeling a bit tired. He's been working a lot lately and he's finally noticed it taking a toll on him. His muscles weren't as strong and he had a harder time staying awake as the night drew on. He just hasn't adjusted yet.

Kicking up his right leg, Eren jumped, wrapping it around the cool metal, feeling the firmness of the sturdy pole in his palm as his hand wrapped around. Kicking out his left leg, he stretched it up towards the ceiling, exposing his crotch for the crowd who grew wild, hollering, and trying to jump on stage, themselves. But, they were all to out of shape to even make it to where Eren was on stage.

Wrapping both hands around the pole, he stretched out his legs in the air, holding himself by only his arms. His legs stayed straight and firm, until he felt comfortable. Grabbing towards the bottom he lifted himself up, letting his body lean across the metal. There, he rolled his hips around the metal, provocatively showing off his naval and crotch to his audience. The tightness of the pants accentuated the bulge in his pants, making the move that much hotter.

Turning his hips he wrapped them around the pole, so his crotch was now against the metal. He was about to swing his leg around, when he felt himself slip. He lost his balance, his hands losing the grip they had before. Pure terror flashed across his face for a quick moment, right before he realized he had a job to finish. Grabbing the pole with both hands now, he slid down it like the ones at a fire station. It was a simple move, but it allowed him to recover before anyone noticed he had slipped in the first place.

He slid down until he was squatting, his pants tight and rough against his ass. He could hear holler's from the audience, so he hardly doubted they cared he'd slipped, or even sober enough to notice. That's all that mattered. Starting again, he did the move he meant to do before, beads of sweat clinging to his chest and neck, making his skin glisten in the light. The pants were feeling tight on his crotch and it was beginning to hurt.

But, he continued on with his performance until he heard the song end, to his relief. Working here, Eren learned it was the audience's comfort over your own. That's how you worked, and how you got paid.

Leaving the stage, he heard the audience calling for him again and again, but he ignored them and left the stage, trying to collect himself after such a novice slip. Sure, everyone made mistakes, but he's been working here long enough and working hard enough to do better than to slip like that. He shook his head in exasperation, and silently hoped Jean hadn't been watching to poke fun at his slip.

But, he didn't think anyone noticed, and that was what mattered. But, now, he had a "party" for to get to. He was excited to get to know everyone, but he was worried about what could happen tonight.

If he put any alcohol in his system, there would be no way he could control what he would say or do. Not to mention, he'd probably end up trying to seduce Levi in front of everyone. He knew he couldn't take the chance, but he couldn't fully convince himself that he didn't need a drink. Hmmm, maybe one or two wouldn't be the end of him.

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Eren had made a grave mistake. Of course, he did, he's still a stupid teenager. When he thought he'd start off with one beer, it quickly turned into two, and then he downed a fourth and sixth one and he knew he was screwed. He was wasted out of his wits. He forgot about how little he has eaten the past couple days, and the alcohol was really beginning to effect him. He would be regret this in the morning.

He was only planning on one, maybe carrying it around so he could pretend he was drinking it. He arrived right after midnight, and everyone was already there and enjoying himself or herself. And, by enjoying themselves, Eren meant they were drunk out of their minds. It was a bit interesting to watch the people stubble around, slurring to friends. Others were out on the skating rink, falling with beers in hand and laughing their asses off about it. Hanna was right it was very entertaining.

The rink itself was much classier than he had expected. Black couches rounded the room, and tables sat around the couches. A bartender situated itself in the right corner, bored, as if he was used to this type of behavior every day. Eren thought of it as a simple, but engaging area.

Petra had gotten him at the door, smashed herself. She wrapped a frail arm around Eren's shoulders, and looked out to everyone.

"Looooook! It's Eren!" She emphasized the R in Eren as if she had to roll it around her mouth before she could say it. She reeked of alcohol and sweat and a big bruise was begging to form on her arm, where Eren guessed she fell in the rink.

"Hey, Petra, you okay?" Eren asked, smiling, holding Petra up right as she began to sway side to side. Eren couldn't even believe she was still standing at this point. He began to walk with her on his arm, when a strong, firmer arm wrapped around Petra's waist, pulling her away from Eren's grip. Eren looked over, noticing his Boss now for the first time. He was in a different outfit than what Eren was used to. Dark blue jeans hung off his hips, a black shirt, tight across his shoulders and chest area. It was amazing how such a simple outfit could look so sexy on him.

"Yeager." Rivaille addressed him.

"Sir." Eren replied weakly.

"Glad for you to show up at your own party. Late." He said, sternly. Eren rolled his eyes, now used to these annoyed comments. Whenever Rivaille spoke to him, it was usually out of irritancy or he was telling him what to do. He was incredibly used to it at this point. It hardly affected him anymore.

"I tried. Everyone looks like they are having fun." Eren commented, absentmindedly. He let out a little chuckle when he noticed Gunther and Auruo, from his interview, drinking from a pint of beer, laughing and stumbling together. People he has never seen before walked around, yelling, and skating. They all looked like they were having a good time together.

When he turned a bit to the right, he noticed something. Looking closer, he noticed it was a white banner. He blinked, finally reading the sign.

'Welcome to the Recon Crops'

He felt himself grin, appreciating the effort into the sign. Although, he noticed it was badly done, because the 'Corps' was spelled 'Crops'. He let out a large laugh, shaking his head. Oh well, it was worth the effort. Rivaille followed his eyes, first noticing the banner, too. He read it and closed his eyes deeply.

"Idiots…" Rivaille muttered underneath his breath and began to walk away, pulling Petra along with him. He gave Eren a look that told him he'd take care of Petra. Petra stumbled along with him towards the couches. Eren followed behind, looking for someone he knew. It didn't take long before someone found him.

"EREN!" A woman's voice called and he turned toward the source. It was Hanna, running towards him, pulling a disgruntled man behind her. She stopped by Eren, excitement across face.

"I want you to meet my fiancé!" She told him, shoving the poor soul of a man in front of her so Eren could see him clearer. He was an attractive young man with a flop of brown hair. He looked a bit shy but friendly. He stuck out his hand.

"Uh, hi. I'm Franz." He told Eren, who in turn, shook his hand. Flashing a smile, Eren looked at Hanna and Franz, thinking they really did look like a couple. A very cute one, at that.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Eren." Eren replied.

"I know, Hanna told me." Franz joked, chuckling under his breath. Eren joined in. Hanna was quite the ecstatic when it came to these things. Hanna smiled, her teeth showing, her red hair down at her shoulders. She was wearing a bulb skirt with a sheer top. It fit her quite well. Franz was about to speak again, but Hanna interrupted him.

"There is no time to talk to him! I have to go show you off." Hanna grabbed his hand again, pulling him away and waving goodbye to Eren. She defiantly had a bit too much to drink, but she looked like she was having fun. But, her poor fiancé, being dragged around everywhere, but he looked like he was enjoying himself too. They looked like they fit well together.

Continuing on his own, he decided to swing by the bar and grab a beer. He wasn't carded, he was glad, his fake ID was getting a bit old at this point, but he guessed the bartender just assumed he was of age.

Taking a sip, he felt the warm beer trickle down his throat, burning it on its way down, but it sat well in his stomach. Pulling up a seat, he watched the people around him having fun. For the most part, they ignored him; most didn't know who he was. But, others would wave and give him small smiles. Too many were drunk to really understand what was going on.

He started off drinking slowly, but he was having a hard time relaxing his body. His memories of the slip earlier this night were still freshly etched into his mind. It was a mistake he couldn't make again.

He finished the first beer quickly, looking at it sadly, as if he regretted drinking it all. He felt a bit fuzzy inside, his brain less responsive. Somehow, in there, Eren thought it would be good for him to grab another beer.

He hated drinking, but for some reason, he felt the need to drink something now. Starting on his third sip of his second bottle, he noticed something. Off to the right, on a couch not too far away, lay Petra.

She had an arm slung across her face, a stupid drool line running down the very corner of her mouth. A blanket covered half her body, but her right leg was thrown up against the side couch cushions, it looked as she was in a very deep drunken daze. But, that wasn't what grabbed Eren's attention. It was Rivaille.

He was pulling a blanket around the body of Petra, trying to cover the rest of her. He stopped, momentarily, taking a hand to her forehead, stroking the skin there softly. Eren was sure no one but he saw this exchange between the two. It was a strange show of affection of the older man, and Eren couldn't help but look upon them, intrigued.

Rivaille continued to stroke her forehead, and down to her cheek, where then, he allowed his fingers to drop. Eren felt his own hands going up to his face, tracing the invisible line Rivaille had left on Petra.

Eren couldn't help but wonder that, maybe they were dating. He wasn't sure what to think about the situation. If Rivaille had cheated on Petra with Eren, there was going to be some serious problems. This was all that was running through Eren's head when he finished his second bottle of beer. At this point, Eren was feeling the beer finally getting in the way of thinking rationally.

He took a third, and began to sip as he watched Rivaille sit next to Petra, keeping a quiet eye on her. Eren shook his head in annoyance. He didn't feel too good about the whole thing. It was irritating to know that Rivaille was more intimate with her than with Eren.

Now, Eren wasn't complaining, he wasn't looking for some stupid relationship. He had way too much on his plate to even begin thinking about looking for a partner. But, Rivaille was never that kind to him. Eren could never see him being that affectionate to him. No matter what, he still kept the hard wall up.

The third beer was done, and he was grabbing his fourth. Thinking straight was almost impossible at this point. He didn't even think he could see his fingers in front of him. He didn't realize when he started drinking so much.

He flicked his skin on his arm, trying to see if his body was numb yet, and it was. Eren was trashed. He couldn't think and he wanted to move and yell at something. Preferably, Rivaille, if he could. But, that would be setting himself up for failure, but, of course, his drunken self thought it would be a good idea to go ahead and keep drinking. He knew he had no self control over his body, but he soon lost himself in the warmth and dizziness.

Before he knew it, Eren wasn't feeling much of anything of all. He laid back on his couch to himself, feeling the plush pillows beneath his back, taking another swig and emptying the bottle.

"More…" Eren muttered, throwing the now empty bottle. It landed a couple feet away, bouncing on a couch and onto the carpeted floor. He heard someone stomp their foot from behind him.

"You better pick that up." Rivaille scolded him for his messy habits. Eren looked up crossly, trying to focus on the figure, but couldn't.

"But, it's trash. Trash belongs on the floor." Eren's words were slurred together, but he was still easily understood by the older man. Eren laid back, closing his eyes for a second to long before readjusting to his surroundings once again.

"Wow, I think you're smarter drunk than sober, Yeager." Rivaille replied sarcastically. Although, his statement was more true than false. At least here, the boy could realize where things belonged. Why couldn't he do that when organizing cabinets?

"Thank you, Levi." Eren said it with a stupid grin on his face, hiccupping once, now a satisfied grin situated on his face. Rivaille took a double take at the name, making sure that he had heard Eren right. Not many called him Levi.

"I'm getting you out of here." Rivaille commented absentmindedly. Without Eren's consent, he began to peel the drunken boy's body off the couch. He didn't help much but he wasn't drunk enough where he was just dead weight.

When he got him in a sitting position, it was if Eren finally realized what was going on.

"What are you doing?" Eren asked, suspiciously.

"Taking you home."

"But I don't even know you."

"I am your boss."

"Oh. But, why are you touching me. Oh my gosh, is this rape? My mom told me about rape. It's not good." Eren was just spurting out nonsense at this point to Rivaille's utter annoyance. If only he would stop goddamn talking, he could finally concentrate.

Rivaille turned towards the room.

"I'm going home. Eren is leaving, too." He announced. Everyone stopped for a moment before collapsing in a fit of giggles, and screaming their goodbyes. Rivaille nodded his head, and continued to the door, Eren in tow.

They got half way across the parking lot before Eren began to fall asleep.

"Don't you sleep, shitty brat." Rivaille's voice rung in Eren's ears but he couldn't find the energy to open his green eyes. He wasn't quite sure of his surroundings.

"But, sleep…" Eren extended the "e's" in the middle of the word. Rivaille rolled his eyes.

"Car." He simply replied.

They got to Rivaille's car, and he threw Eren into the passenger seat, glad to feel that extra body off of his arm. Rolling his shoulder blade, he got into his side of the driver's seat, and climbed in. He took a deep breath, realizing he hadn't heard Eren in a while. He must be out. Rivaille was feeling relived, or he was until Eren started talking again.

"Why am I in a car? Look at his car. It's so shiny. Look, the leather is new!" Eren looked at everything with excitement.

"Puke or touch anything and you're dead." Eren let the words slip right past him, but he continued looked around as if fascinated by every little detail that lay inside of the car. But, then, Eren stopped suddenly, as if a new thought had crossed his mind.

"Hey, Levi…"

"What is it, Eren?" Rivaille sounded exasperated.

"I'm horny." Rivaille looked over at the boy in confusion before Eren grabbed both sides of his face, and kissed him smack on the lips.

Rivaille wasn't sure what to expect. Eren's tongue was instantly in his mouth and it tasted like alcohol. Rivaille didn't appreciate the taste in his mouth at all, but decided to move along with it.

Eren's hand trailed around to Rivaille's hair, where fingers slid through his black hair, pushing around his hair. He stopped at the bottom of Rivaille's neck, sliding a finger around Rivaille's neck, causing goose bumps to run down his skin. His tongue was sloppily lapping at Levi's trying to fit his whole tongue into his mouth.

Rivaille retaliated by slipping a cool hand under Eren's shirt, pressing his palm against his back for support. He arched his back into the feel so Eren's chest was rubbing dangerously against Rivaille's. The cloth of the shirts hardly did anything, as their skin tingled where they touched. Feeling the hardened nipples beneath Eren's shirt, was almost a drug to Rivaille. His tongue was playing with Eren's, a bead of saliva coming out of the far corner of Eren's mouth. Their lips slipped over and under each other, fitting like two pieces of a puzzle. Eren slid a tongue across the top of Rivaille's mouth, causing him to shiver in response.

"That's enough for today. Your breath stinks." Rivaille pulled Eren away from him. He didn't enjoy that rancid taste in his mouth. Eren tried to pull in again, for a kiss, and Rivaille simply pushed him away again.

"Fucker." Eren muttered. Rivaille double took, his eyes slitting lightly.

"You are damn lucky you are wasted." Rivaille's threat was empty, but there. Eren turned away from Rivaille, as if he was throwing a tantrum. It sure looked like he was.

"You're just pissed because I remember you." It was almost a whisper, what Eren said, but Rivaille heard it right away. Eren let himself drift off.

Levi sat for a few moments; until Eren's breathing was back to normal, his eyes closed, his body fast asleep. He looked so peaceful, his face left of worries and bad thoughts. It was amazing how much a person could change when they slept. Rivaille was obsessed with how they looked. When people slept, they didn't look like themselves. They look like something right out of a dream.

Rivaille slipped his fingers through Eren's hair, a hint of a smile on his face, but a nonchalant look in its place.

"Oh, but I do remember you." Rivaille spoke to himself, knowing the boy wasn't listening. He wasn't sure how much longer he'd keep it hidden from Eren that he knew, but for now, he'd play out the situation.

The boy was interesting, Rivaille would admit. And, he wanted to see what would come next.

I hope the grammar is all correct. I wrote most of this on my school laptop, which by the way is very hard to do. Have you ever tried writing gay sex with classmates and teachers surrounding your desk. Because, let me tell you, it is im-poss-ible. Let's just say I had to write with size 5 font.

So, yep, Levi knows. Woohoo, what will come next? Actually, I don't even know. I kind of just go with the flow of things.

The people who Review have a special place in my heart and dreams.