Rating: M

This contains malexmale action, you've been warned!

ErenxRivialle

Filler Couples

Note: It's like 2 in the morning and I can't tell what arm is my right or left arm because im so sleepy. please ignore grammar mistakes. thank.

Chapter 14:

Wanna Know

"Where were you?" The door banged awfully hard against the frame behind Eren as a voice caused him to jump in surprise. He looked over into the very angry (and worried) eyes of his adoptive sister. Shit, he forgot to call her again. A fine film of guilt lined his stomach, and his eyes casted down in an apologetic manner. He shuffled his left foot a couple times, an apologetic look in his eyes as his shoulders slumped and he looked towards the ground with big eyes.

"Oh, stop. The puppy dog look has been long gone on me." She told him, pointedly. Eren snapped back, his cover blown. She was angry, that was sure. Her voice was hitting a pitch it didn't usually and her eyes were more alive. Eren looked her in the eyes.

"Mikasa, I'm really sorry. I should have called or texted you or something. You must have been up all night." And, Eren really did feel horrible. It was one to not tell her when he'd be back last night. But, he also didn't come home at all the whole night. He knew that she'd worry and he still had forgotten to reassure her.

Looking towards her, he noticed something move in the corner of his vision. To the door to the kitchen stood his blonde haired friend, Armin. Armin's blonde hair was up in its usual ponytail, stray hair fringed his face. A nice polo shirt and black slacks was a look he wore daily, but it was a good look for him.

Eren hadn't seen him in a while due to Eren's constant working and Armin's constant schoolwork but they enjoyed each other's company dearly and he truly missed Armin. The look on his face made Eren's face fall.

"Where were you?" She asked again, only this time more direct, ripping his attention from Armin. Eren didn't want to lie to her, especially after what he did to her last night but he was running out of excuses. Plus, whenever he's lied, it hasn't always been beneficial to him.

"The Club." He replied a little too quickly. Mikasa's eyes slanted, so that she suddenly looked much more threatening. If it was anyone else but Eren this look was being directed to, Eren was sure they would look like a scared rabbit.

"I don't appreciate liars, Eren." Eren could feel his face flush and he tried to grasp at anything to save him but he was losing his place to quickly.

"I'm not lying." His eyes quickly glazed over to Armin's who gave him a look of disappointment. The guilt was more than settling in his stomach. It was coming up to his throat, almost choking him.

"You're a bad liar." Mikasa continued, and Eren wished she wasn't right. Remember, he hates to lie. Maybe, that's why he didn't know how to tell one.

But, at this point, Eren knew all efforts were lost, as Mikasa defiantly would see through anything he said at this point. It was his fault, for looking so tired, for complaining so much. He really should have seen this coming. Or, in fact, he's surprised it took her this long to notice.

Not too mention that Armin knew full well what was happening but he continued to keep his mouth quiet. He owed Armin for keeping his secret for him for so long. And, even now, Armin remained silent, proving his loyalty to Eren. It was enough to break Eren.

"It's nothing that is that important." Eren continued, grabbing at anything, his voice strained, but he felt his façade failing him. Mikasa took notice and her feet began to move. She ran up to Eren, wrapping both hands around his and looked him the eyes.

"I thought we promised not to lie to one another. As long as we are together, we are honest with one another." Eren had to look away; he was too embarrassed because she was unfortunately right.

Even though, all along he was trying to be selfless, by not worrying her, by not telling her, he realized now he'd been wrong from the beginning. What he's doing now is more selfish than a kind act.

"You're right. I'm sorry." Eren started, feeling sincere and giving her fingers a squeeze to reassure her.

"The truth is, I… have another job." Eren started, looking away quickly. He was kind of embarrassed. Mikasa was silent to the point that Eren had looked back around at her.

"Mikasa?" He asked. She looked down and back at him.

"Did you feel like you could not trust me with doing more work?"

"Oh, God, no, Mikasa, seriously. This was for me. In fact, taking it on was even a bit selfish of me. But, please, no, you work hard enough, and I'm doing well." Eren reassured her, he couldn't believe she could even think of it that way. Her raven black hair suddenly looked a bit duller, he face a bit sadder.

"So, tell me about it." Mikasa finally said after a few moments. She beckoned Eren towards her, over to the sofa in the middle of their living room, patting the space next to her where she sat now.

"Armin." She called for the man who was watching from the outside. She gave him a small faint smile, before beckoning him over as well. Armin replied with a smile of his own, following quickly, knowing exactly what she was doing. She crossed her legs on the couch as if it was an invitation.

Eren grinned, knowing that she forgave him. He slid onto the couch, lying across it so his legs were sprawled across Mikasa's lap. Armin followed, sitting on the opposite side of the couch from Eren, his legs up against his chest comfortably. His arms were across the couch but in reaching distance of Mikasa. Armin's feet were comfortably by Mikasa's backside. It was how they used to sit as children and it has been, since, a way for them to sit together when they were lonely. When they were young, Mikasa would usually read a book, using Eren's legs as support for the binding, as well as using Armin's legs as a backrest. Eren used to play on his game consoles, asking Mikasa how to do this move or that move on the game. She always knew the answer. And, although he'd never admit this, sometimes she'd even beat a boss battle for him that he'd been particularly stuck on. It was usually Armin who would start telling Eren stories that he read from the books that he read throught out that day. In his position on the couch, he could study or read whatever he liked, in close talking distance with both Eren and Mikasa, so when he felt like he needed to tell someone his stories, he knew they would listen, always intrigued.

Eren took a deep breath.

"It's at a corporation building. Ever hear of Recon Corps?" He asked her, leaning his head back and relaxing as he talked softly to her. Mikasa thought for a moment.

"The fashion building?"

"Yes. Anyways, I am an assistant there for the boss on the eighth floor. It's good work, a lot of work, but I get paid well. Last night I was just had to stay there late and ended up working all night." He explained, reassuring her, as Mikasa tended to worry quite easily. He worried about her just as much as she worried about him. But, that's also why he had to watch what he said. He twisted the truth a bit. She didn't need to know about Levi. He was only telling her the important things she should know.

"I heard about that building. They have scattered businesses across the country, right?" Armin added. Eren nodded, confirming his information.

"It's true."

"Are you making friends?" Mkasa's motherly side came out suddenly, a glint in her eyes that told Eren that she was trying to come to terms with this new information. She was looking out for him, like always, and Eren truly appreciated it.

"Yeah, I met some of the assistants my first day in, they were really helpful. Both have a good sense of humor." Eren recalled, a smile slipping onto his face. They have been doing this type of work for some time now and Eren actually looked up to the both of them. He appreciated their help, truly. Without them, he was sure he would have dropped the job in the first week. Rivialle would have made him crazy.

"And your boss?" He knew the question was coming, but he wasn't sure how to answer it. Where were he and Rivialle? Sure, they were now "fucking" but, he didn't really want to tell them that.

"Hmm, peculiar?" He sprouted out a descriptive word that had suddenly come to his head.

"So, he's strange?" Armin asked for clarification. Eren shook his head, trying to grasp at a word that wasn't there.

"That's one way to describe him." Eren let that sentence hang and neither of his companions asked any more questions. Both sensed there was something underneath Eren's words, but they had finally gotten him to speak to them and they weren't going to let the opportunity slip through their fingers.

"Does the Club know?" It was the second most important question. Because, if the Club knew, he'd be certainly fired and sent on his way. If anything, there would be a possibility that the Club could even called Irwin to calm their suspicions, only to drop the fact Eren was a dancer there. Eren was playing a dangerous game, they all knew.

'Of course not and I'm keeping it that way." Eren confirmed, a fleeting look of relief showing on Armin's face.

"And does anyone else know?" Mikasa added silently.

"No, you both are the only ones I've told." For some reason, this warmed both Mikasa, and Armin's, hearts to hear. Sure, Eren didn't have many people around him, and yes, they have always been closest with one another, but it was a bit selfish to say they felt special being the only ones to know. Well, other than Rivialle, but that's another story.

Both were silent for a few minutes, there once very frequent questions had died down into a content silence between them all. The three felt comfortable around one another. Eren knew that they had forgiven him, too much of his relief.

"Then, if you're happy. We're happy." Armin said after giving Mikasa a small look. Mikasa nodded, agreeing to Armin's words. And, she truly felt that way, even if she couldn't express it as much as she wanted to.

"It's good for you to get out of that sexualizing place." Mikasa might have said that, and she certainly felt that way, as well, but Eren knew that the money he was earning was in the back of her head. After being poor and hungry for so long, a person almost became desperate on those paper rectangles, like they were their last meal. And for some, those rectangles bought their last meal.

"It's a stable job." Eren genuinely smiled, proving that he really was happy where he was. Amrin and Mikasa were proud of him, worried, of course, but glad that he looked like he was finally finding his place. He'd always a bit as a child, not knowing where to go, needed someone to lead him. But, he was taking charge now, taking a hold of his own life.

They stayed quiet again the silence wasn't unnerving. It was a simple silence. And they stayed in their childhood positions on the couch for a couple minutes, Armin's arms wrapped around his knee's, holding him there tight, wedged into the spot that was now too small for him.

After, Mikasa thought it was long enough; she patted both of her boy's knees, getting up, pushing Eren's legs to the ground.

"I'm making breakfast. If you don't help me, the breakfast will be for myself." She started heading to the kitchen, giving neither boy the chance to answer. The boys locked eyes, a small chuckle coming from both their mouths as they both recognized Mikasa's demeanor. It was almost her way of a joke, meaning she was in a good mood.

They both got up from their spot on the couch, following her into the kitchen for breakfast, a spring in their step. The feeling in the house was good and stress-free for once.

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The music seemed louder than usual. The beat from the speakers was deafening and Eren wasn't even on stage yet. He fitted small earplugs into his ears, allowing the beat to be muffled and less distracting. He could feel the backstage riveting on his heels, up his calf.

He looked down, trying to keep his balance in this particular outfit. If he thought his outfits before were revealing, he'd never worn anything like this before. It was a Friday night, the Club was packed, and people still coming in as the night went on. It just reminded Eren that so many people would be seeing him in such an outfit. The Boss had required Eren to wear this outfit, telling Eren to fix the outfit into something revealing. But, in order to pull it off, he'd have to throw out all his pride.

The black fishnet diamonds crisscrossed up his legs, tight against his skin. A pair of simple denim shorts (that were more like underwear than shorts) hung off his slender hips. The thick, diamond belt held it there, the diamonds were sure to be bright under the lights. Underneath the belt, the zipper was open, the flats pinned open by the belt. The top of his underwear was showing, the shorts causing the bulge in his pants to be more defined, the tip of his penis an outline in the underwear, able to be seen by anyone looking at his crotch.

He had a thin, black, shimmering cardigan over his shoulders, the two ends of the cardigan at the front is being tucked into the front of his shorts, so they don't get in the way of his dancing. Almost his full stomach was being exposed, the cream color of his skin contrasting against the black. His nipples were erect; the room he was in was particularly cold. White, pump heels contradicted the rest of the outfit, making his legs look longer and thinner.

Eren knew the whole look would have the men and woman hanging off his body like dogs in heat. It disgusted him just to think about it. But, the money on today's show was high; he got a good percentage from the admission and of the bills thrown on stage. Usually, the Club sent Christa out to grab the bills that fell on stage. Something about a small, innocent girl bending over to grab crumpled bills was a fetish for most of them. Eren could gag.

He was a bit bored now waiting. Jean was on in front of him for once. He hated waiting, his lack of patience appearing. He started looking for a distraction, and found one.

"Hey, Reiner! is caused by high uric acid levels in your blood.!" Eren called, waving to the older men walking in the opposite direction. He waved them over and they made their way over to them. Both of them had a very appealing tuxedo on.

Reiner's built stature stretched the tux in the right places, especially around his chest and arms. It was a bit intimidating due to the fact it made him look like one of those James Bond characters. Bertholdt on the other hand, was tall, a bit lanky, but his body was built as well. His legs looked good in the tuxedo pants, his body looking comfortable in the outfit. For such a big fellow, he had a soft heart and got nervous easily. Both were fine friends with Eren.

"Hey, do you know if Jean is almost done?" Eren asked them both, pulling out his earplugs momentarily. They had probably come from right out on the Club floor. See, they were both bodyguards here; their job was to protect the dancers from unwanted advances. That was their description, but honestly, they couldn't do anything until they see a weapon or someone is touched to the point they are in pain. So, even though they were good guards, they were limited in their jobs.

Reiner scratched his head, looking at the watch on his wrist.

"I think so. He's been up there a while now." Reiner looked around as if he was waiting for someone.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't realize you guys are busy with something." Eren noticed, backing down from wanting to ask more questions.

"No, you're fine. We were just-" Bertholdt was cut off by the sound of the curtains opening, revealing a smiling Jean. His outfit of the day was composed of a black leather jacket that covered his arms but revealed his stomach, the same as Eren. His hair was brushed to the side, in a punk sort of way. He wore neon shorts, and a pair of black converse with the inside flap pushed out. From the applause, Eren knew that he had done well.

Jean looked at Eren, puffed at his outfit and walked right past him. Reiner and Bertholdt gave Eren a small look of good luck before continuing on their way. Eren sighed, putting the plugs back into his ears and getting ready for his own turn out on stage.

He counted exactly 20 seconds, until he knew he'd be called and threw open the curtains with ease. Momentarily blinded, Eren relied on the rest of his senses and his balance to carry him across the stage with ease. Even muffled, the Club was loud and pounding, causing the whole ground to shake beneath him. Sliding his eyes open slowly, taking in the light and his surroundings he made it out into the middle the floor.

He counted his steps to the beat, his heels clinking against the ground, although no one could hear it. The diamonds on his belt did what they were supposed to, shining bright against the lights, putting more attention on himself. He could almost feel the dirty stares on his body, all eyes either on his chest or the slight bulge in his shorts. He wished he could feel embarrassed, but he couldn't. In this business, everything was out in the open.

When he felt his right heel come down on it's fourth step, half way down the stage, he planted both feet on the ground, spread across, and slowly went down, his crotch slightly moving with the beat of the music. His waist was bending as his back stayed straight, putting all weight on his ankles. The pose exposed his crotch, wide and revealing. He smacked his hands against his knees when he felt his ass get low enough to the ground that it almost touched it. He brought a hand up, a finger against his lips, a seductive look in his eyes as he blew on his finger, creating a perfect, pink 'O' with his lips. A rain of bills was thrown on stage.

He slowly brought his body up after a few seconds in that position, slowly extending his legs, sticking out his ass, a simple, round rotation of his hips to the beat of the music made the men and woman alike yelling. In a couple seconds he was back into a walking position, continuing to the pole in the middle of a large circle at the end of the stage.

Grabbing it in the middle with two hands, he used his arm strength to pull his body up and around the pole. The metal was warm, where Jean had grabbed it from before. Great, that meant he was also touching Jean's sweat.

Pulling his body off the ground, he stretched his body perpendicular to the ground, readjusting himself, pulling himself up the pole one hand by another, his body hanging off, his arms working. When he felt himself get high enough, he flipped his body around so that his back was against the pole, his chest flashing the audience, the bulge more refined. His legs wrapped around the pole, holding his legs, he swirled around the pole, his chest just out of reach of the grabbing hands of the audience. The pole was against his ass, supporting him all the way down as he spun, slowly, down.

He felt a drop of sweat come from his temple, and hit the ground with a splash. He ignored it, remembering he had to concentrate on the job before him. Right before his knees hit the ground, he unhooked his legs, turning his body so his chest was now facing the pole, his ass barely touching the ground from this position.

Using all his strength he used his arms to pull his body up the pole again, his cock pressing awfully hard against the metal of the pole. He let out a low hiss. He was getting a bit turned on, not like this hasn't happened before, but he had to control himself.

He continued to pull himself up, his legs extended, his cock being pressed every time he moved up the pole. He tried to keep his mind off the growing feeling in his lower abdomen. And just when he was about to readjust himself, the thought of Levi entered his mind.

The very feeling of his cock pushing against something hard is caused by high uric acid levels in your him of when it was Levi it was pressing against. His mind was mud as he started feeling a deeper pressure building up. He let out a low moan that was drowned out by the music. He laid his head back, allowing his hips to push against the pole provocatively, as he closed his eyes, starting to imagine Levi's body there instead of the metal. The way his body moved beneath his, the way his breath came out against his neck, and it was enough to almost make Eren scream in ecstasy.

His hips were rubbing harder, gnawing on the want to feel the heat and to build the pressure. The bulge was building in size. Stop. The word was clear in his mind and he realized what he was doing. He was pretty much masturbating on a pole in front of an audience. It was enough to pull him out of his drive.

His head was still a puddle but he managed to finish his performance, playing off the sexual act from before. What he just did was severely looked down upon by the other employees and his Boss. He'd have shit to pay.

Finishing his performance, he ended with a swivel of his hips before he left the stage, the audience wild from behind him. Throwing the curtain open, he let it close behind him. He quickly walked back to his dressing room, walking past everyone before they could talk to him. When he made it to his room, he dropped his hands to his knees, taking a deep breath, head down. That was a mistake out there. He couldn't believe himself. He couldn't comprehend how disappointed he was in himself; he was hoping he had more self-control than that.

"Uh, Eren?" It was Connie's voice, showing up beside him. Eren quickly controlled his demeanor, catching his posture, pulling his body back up. He tried not to look as such a mess.
"Yeah?" He asked, controlling his voice. Connie gave him a weird look before handing him a phone.

"For you." Connie clarified, placing the phone in Eren's now outstretched hand. He shrugged, not knowing who is was. Eren nodded.

"Hello, is this Eren?" The voice was deep and male, a hidden smirk hidden in the tone of voice.

"Hello, this is he…"

"Nice to finally get to talk to you. I just wanted to tell you I was very impressed with your performance today. Your dancing is something my workplace appreciates. I would like to see you dance a couple more times, but I might have a job offer for you from under my employer. Would that be something you may become interested?" The voice was crisp, every word articulated, the man was obvious intelligent. Eren hadn't thought of another job as a stripper at any other place than here so it was a bit weird to think about. Plus, he had no clue who this man was or who he worked for, so nothing was definite.

"Maybe." Although, it was simple, it was an answer. The man on the other side of the phone chuckled slightly.

"Good to hear. We will be in touch." With that, the phone disconnected. Eren took the phone away from his ear, holding it in his palm, a bit confused but also a bit intrigued. The mystery man sounded serious enough, however, Eren didn't know much about his offer. But, it gave him something to think about it as well. This might be good news, that maybe, not everyone noticed what had taken place on stage.

"Thanks, Connie."

"No problem, man. Hey, everything alright?" Connie looked sincere, but Eren didn't feel like talking about it. Connie took the hint and made his way to the door.

"Yes, everyone saw that, but I don't think the Boss is angry. It was still a good show." Connie reassured. Eren turned to face him, looking for any hint that he was lying, but his face remained passive. He really appreciated his honesty.

Eren nodded his head, sending a small smile Connie's way. Connie only shrugged, brushing off Eren's thanks and leaving the room.

Eren was felt lucky to have him around; helped keep him sane. He was about to sit down when he noticed a text light up his phone. Walking over to the side table where his phone sat he looked at the text.

"Dinner? Stay the night?" It was a text from Levi, of course. His texts were always short and to the point. Much like how he spoke in real life as well. Eren thought for a moment before texting back.

"Sure. Be there at 10." He decided he'd go. He texted Mikasa next, telling her he'd be home tomorrow morning. Trying not to worry Mikasa was a new goal of his. But, he was probably more excited about dinner than anything.

However, Eren was just glad he finally had something to look forward to.

Wow, new chapter!

This chapter is actually pretty on time for how busy I've been, honestly. And I really enjoyed writing this chapter as well; it was some insight into his relationship with Armin and Mikasa (which I obviously adore), and some plot progression.

There also seemed to be a misunderstanding, I want to make sure you all know, this story is staying ereri, my previous note may have confused some people. It is not going riren and I never plan for it to, sorry not sorry.

I probably should have mentioned this before (I'll go back and add it to the summary), but this story is going to contain spoilers from here on. If you are not up to, I'm thinking chapter 35, then I don't recommend reading on (I'm all caught up). The spoilers won't be all at once, just gradual, so, if you want to try treading water, I say go for it! It's incredibly difficult to move this story with how little I have to work with, so try to stay with me.

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