I'm going to be updating this more often, now. I've just about finished a massive project, and should have lots of time to devote to making Rivaille fabulous.
Eren was almost so distracted by the sight of Heichou's ass, stretched tight in spandex, that he came close to messing up the dance routine for the hundredth time. There was a t rolling so the five of them could keep track of their steps andstray in exact time. Foot to the left, long slide, hands fanning through the air. And he had to lip sync along to the song at the same time.
Filming a music video was no easy work. Especially when a certain Lance Corporal is dancing centre stage, right in front of you. Wearing nothing but skin tight spandex, a pristine white cravat, and a beautiful flowing cape. Heichou span around, and the rest of the boys followed, but not before Eren managed to sneak in one more glimpse at Heichou's ass.
They'd been through this dance routine for hours on end. Mikasa had thrown it together with ease. Although it contained some good technique and good dancing dynamics, Eren was a touch disappointed it wasn't more suggestive. There was no thrusting or anything. They were filming a music video for 'Cravat and Cape,' dammit, a song all about the fabulous glamour of high fashion. Why wasn't there any thrusting?
They were at a special fashion studio all the way out in Tokyo, far from the Survey Corps headquarters. Erwin had organised for it to be hired out for the sake of the music video. So all of them had to pile on the official ReCON!KISS bus for the long road trip over to Tokyo. It was the most wonderful bus Eren had ever been on. Not because it had a minibar that would make Sasha pass out, or because there was a hot tub in the back. No, this was officially Eren's favourite vehicle because it had a ten foot tall photo of Heichou painted all across the outside - and there was a shirtless one of Eren right next to him. Of course, Connie, Jean and Armin were there, too. But in smaller pictures. Further from Heichou. On the other side of the glorious ReCON!KISS logo.
Besides that, he'd spent hours of car journey by Heichou's side. Connie was obsessed with some little Nintendo DS game. Jean had tried to make nervous small talk with Mikasa, and the girl had blatantly ignored him, her mind occupied wondering if she'd ever met anyone more gay than Eren. Armin had tried to talk to Eren on the way, but Eren had locked him in the toilet so he couldn't disturb the romantic atmosphere between Eren and Heichou. He'd gotten severe motion sickness, but that was the least of Eren's problems.
Unfortunately, no matter how many times Eren suggested it, Heichou wouldn't agree to go and get in the hot tub with him. It was a disappointment, but Eren was determined that one day he would coax Heichou into those bubbling waters. Preferably while skinny dipping.
Eren didn't know this, but Hanji was the one who made the decision to install the hot tub in the back of the tour bus. She prayed, too, that Eren and Heichou would use it one day.
Heichou spent most of his trip writing a song on a notepad with his pristine, neat handwriting. Apparently the artistic inspiration behind it was how annoying he found Eren. The song was called 'Tch, Tch.' Heichou was already writing songs about him! This was fantastic progress!
It had been a month since ReCON!KISS first formed. In that space of time, they'd recorded most of the original planned songs for their albums - although Heichou was constantly writing more. The man was truly mankind's number 1 jpop artist, considering the way he could just churn out a beautiful, sexy song on the spot. Now they were in the process of filming music videos, posing for photoshoots, making merchandise, and practising dance routines. Everything was falling into place for ReCON!KISS to become the next breakout hit when the first round of Sound!Titan came around.
Unfortunately there were still a few songs they hadn't recorded. The duet, for one. Eren hadn't heard a word about it for weeks. He hoped Heichou was just keeping it a surprise. Furthermore, he hadn't managed to make much progress with wooing Heichou in the last few weeks. Despite making an attempt to flirt with him at least twenty times a day, he felt Heichou would have to be the one to make the first move. He'd tried to sneak into his room at the Survey Corps castle in the middle of the night, but found that the door was locked.
Armin still hadn't turned into his thug form yet, and had remained wimpy throughout the whole month. Eren feared that any day he would start wearing knuckle dusters and gold chains. Hopefully the schizophrenic little bitch wouldn't interfere with his courting of Heichou.
Hanji drove the bus over to Tokyo, with Erwin chatting away to her in the passenger seat, most seriously. Naturally, she drove at over double the speed limit, and ignored all road signs or safety regulations. Eren had been somewhat terrified for his life on that road trip. Miraculously, Heichou had grudgingly agreed to hold the trembling Eren in his arms to comfort him in his time of fear. The comforting had worked very, very, well.
Eren didn't think he'd had such a long, sexually frustrated day in years. The film crew (led by Petra and Oluo) had spent an age assembling at the music video set, and it took so many takes for them to get the dancing right on the narrow catwalk. Furthermore, the direction of the music video required that they changed costumes many times for different shots. After all, they were here to do fashionable struts down the catwalk. Unfortunately, Heichou was given a private changing room away from the rest of them, so Eren had no excuse to watch him changing.
He did feel very privileged to be wearing a cravat, but he knew he couldn't possibly look as attractive as Heichou in it.
Although he was doing his best to concentrate and make the dancing look good, Mikasa could see Eren staring at Heichou all the time next to him. The star was in full body spandex leather. Undoubtedly spandex leather had become another one of Eren's gay fetishes. It wasn't difficult for Eren to have another - considering he already had so many. Mikasa had done her work - she'd arduously taught them all this dance, pulling all nighters day after day to get it planned out in time. Now her hand trembled slightly as she sipped on her fifth cup of coffee this morning.
As the five boys formed a line and started the tap dancing segment, Mikasa tossed the styrofoam cup away and looked about herself. Where was the next one?! There had been an entire pitcher of coffee over by the catering table, but it was gone now! Mikasa's nerves began to grow. Throughout her life she'd been downing cup after cup of coffee every day. It was the only thing that got her through Talent School 104. Without it, she was unable to tolerate Eren or Armin for so much as a second. It kept her calm and chased the migrane headaches away. She feared what might happen if she didn't have another cup soon.
If Eren had an obsession with jpop, Armin occasionally turned into a street gang style thug, well, Mikasa certainly saw no problem with having a coffee addiction. Thankfully she spied another pitched being carried in by a catering team, and she made a beeline rush straight for it.
Eren did another twist, a little shake of his rear end, and a punch in the air before continuing the routine. It was hard, aggressive work that could only be carried out by the most active of flighty young men. He would-
"HOLD UP THERE!" he heard a command being wailed across the hall from beside the camera. It was Hanji, interrupting the video for the hundredth time. Every time one of them messed up, or missed a step, they'd have to do the entire take again. Eren froze with panic. He'd already screwed up a couple times, and he could tell it wasn't impressing Heichou. Had he done something wrong again? 'No please, Heichou, don't hate me!' He imagined the icy glare he'd be given. But this time, Hanji romped up to Armin, wagging her finger. "You're doing the side shuffle out of time - have been for the entire take!"
Armin's eyes grew wide in horror as the entire rest of the group glowered at him. It had been a long day, and the cast and film crew alike were getting mightily tired. Eren himself was not forgiving. "Armin you little twat I can't believe you keep messing up like this we're never going to get the music video made at this rate do you care about jpop or not?"
A single, solitary tear ran down the boy's cheek. "I'm sorry, Eren," he sniveled. Pathetic.
After a while they took a break. Erwin insisted that this work was very taxing, and they could never work on an empty stomach. Hanji agreed, saying that they were getting a little angsty, so a one hour break was in order. They were free to wonder about around Tokyo if they wanted, as long as they didn't go too far. Privately, Mikasa thought that all of them should be put on leashes for extra safety precautions, but she didn't speak a word. She wanted to get away from the boys of ReCON!KISS as quickly as possible. She ducked away from the fashion studio catwalk to find the nearest starbucks. Escaping from the psychos while Hanji and the others went over the footage for an hour sounded good.
Eren jumped down from the catwalk happily and tottered towards the masses of food arranged on catering tables around the side of the studio. This was a triple-A jpop enterprise, you know. Funded by none other than the world's greatest Erwin Smith. They could afford some of the best grub. Soon enough Eren was cramming a burger deep into his throat without chewing, and already reaching for French fries with his spare hands.
"That's disgusting," came an unsurprised snort from behind him.
Blood rushing from his face, skin white as a sheet, Eren turned around to see the unimpressed Heichou giving him that glare. He tried to speak with the burger wedged into his mouth. "But-mnhm-Hai-mnh-chuu!"
With his unreadable, blank face, Heichou reached up and gently pulled the protruding burger from Eren's chomping teeth and put it down on a paper plate, picking up some plastic cutlery. "You will eat this with a knife and fork," he demanded.
"But it's a burger!" Eren protested meekly.
Heichou thrust the plastic cutlery towards him. Eren was disappointed this was the first thrusting the two of them had experienced as a couple. Grudgingly, Eren took up the tools and starting cutting his burger into slices. Heichou nodded with the vaguest hint of approval. Next, Eren reached to grab a pile of fries from a nearby bucket.
Heichou slapped his hand before it got halfway there. "It's rude to grab your food. Use a serving spoon, you ill mannered little brat."
Eren found himself snapping back at the star before he could think. "Why do you care if I eat neatly? You never care about me the rest of the time!"
And the uke tears began to fall.
Eren found a somewhat comforting hand patting him stiffly on the back. Heichou was behind it. Never grinning, but with a bare fraction of a smile. "It must be difficult for you to be around me, hm?"
Oh he didn't know half of it. But the fact that Heichou was currently touching him - albeit a bit roughly - gave him some hope. At least Heichou wasn't physically repulsed by him. Considering how he usually didn't give most fangirls a second glance, Eren was doing quite well.
"You know," Heichou added, nonchalantly. "I caught you watching me while we were doing our little dance up there. Your wandering eyes are quite obvious, Mister Jaeger. You need to train your subtlety."
Eren went as bright red as the ketchup he was currently drizzling over his burger. He'd been staring at Heichou's butt for a really, really, really long time during their filming. The only thing stopping him now was that Heichou was facing him, and his ass pointing in the other direction. Even then, he kept staring. It was impossible not to. For God's sake, what was spandex leather made for if not to amplify the curvature of a sexy ass? Eren himself was wearing the same spandex leather now, and he could feel it clutching his butt flesh so very tightly.
He was paralysed with fear, his crime had been discovered. His arms were frozen - he couldn't stop the endless stream of ketchup pouring out of the bottle onto the burger patty. "You see- I- uh- yeah. I might have. Um. Looked. Once or twice."
"And did you like what you saw, Jaeger?"
With one almighty squeeze of panic, Eren splattered masses of ketchup out onto his plate. Droplets went flying everywhere across the catering table onto the pristine white tablecloth. He must have squirted out the whole bottle - but that was the least of his worries. Heichou was waiting for an answer, and Eren was sweating up a storm. Eren found himself whimpering more helplessly than Armin. Eventually he realised he was defeated by the almighty powers of Heichou's icy presence. It worked a spell on him - he was hardly able to move, yet alone think. "Yeah, I liked it..." Eren admitted uncomfortably.
Heichou chuckled before speaking slowly and thoughtfully. "Hm, well, I would be lying if I said I hadn't cast a look your way myself."
If Eren had been drinking, he would have spat it all out, likely over Heichou's face. Instead his knees began to wobble, and he shivered like he had hypothermia. "YOU WERE LOOKING AT MY ASS?" Eren yelled.
Japan's #1 pop star shrugged cruelly, looking Eren up and down with leering eyes. "You may be a miserable brat, but I can't help but wonder what's under all those clothes."
Eren had always prized himself on his quick thinking. "I'LL TAKE THEM ALL OFF RIGHT NOW IF YOU WANT HONESTLY IT'S NO PROBLEM."
For some reason, Heichou only laughed at him. Eren felt lots of uke sadness in the following moments.
Once he'd heard the shouting, Jean came running over to the catering table. He'd been asking everyone where Mikasa had run off to for a while, but he couldn't help but dash over when he heard such yelling. Although he had no love for Eren - if something serious was going wrong, he supposed he had some kind of duty to help. This was for the future of jpop - he had to try and overcome his intolerance of Eren's flamboyance.
For a second, he saw all the ketchup sprayed all across the table, and assumed it was someone's blood. It was a logical assumption, considering he'd just heard Eren wailing something, and how annoying Heichou must have found the boy. Well, he assumed it was annoyance.
But Jean was not a yaoi fangirl. We all know how thin a line there truly is between love and hate.
"What the heck is going on here?" Jean asked, not particularly caring once he realised Eren had done nothing more than spray sauce everywhere and created lots of work for the cleaners.
"Nothing that would concern you, Jean!" Eren snapped back. His day was getting worse than worse. He felt so sad, having embarrassed himself so horribly in front of Heichou, and now that loser Jean was coming over here, too.
"I hope you weren't irritating Heichou with your extreme gay," Jean said, hands on hips. Heichou had to restrain Eren with one strong arm to stop him from clawing off Jean's face. "You can't just live your life assuming everyone's gay, Eren. This isn't Fanfiction."
Eren literally would have sliced Jean's head right off then and then if he had the equipment. He considered attempting it with one of the plastic knives Heichou had insisted he use. How dare he suggest that Heichou was straight? What impudence to this revered popstar! Of course, he'd never publicly announced his sexual alignment - that would drive off some of the fangirls - but Eren knew in the depths of his heart, that Heichou was his soulmate, and would love him for all eternity.
But Jean was wrong. This was fanfiction. Where heterosexual activity is disgusting. Every male is gay, and every female is a yaoi fangirl.
Heichou stood up for him in front of the bully Eren had faced throughout his career in Talent School 104. "Eren is bothering me," he said, "but I can deal with him myself, Kirsten."
Jean nodded anxiously. "Just watch out. He'll try to get into your pants, that one."
Eren couldn't take it any more. Jean was ruining his precious Heichou-time. "Like you're so straight yourself, Jean!" he yelled.
Jean snorted and rolled his eyes, but when he spoke, there was a hint of hesitation in his voice. "I'm totally not gay," he claimed while directly avoiding Eren's gaze. "Nope. Not at all. No way, I find the thought disgusting."
Yeah, right.
Jean slowly loped away. Eventually he would go on an unsuccessful quest around nearby Tokyo to find Mikasa. She was currently hitting up espressos far away. Eren was glad to see him head away from the two of them Slowly, he turned to Heichou, and spoke as carefully as if he were proposing.
"Heeeeiiiiiiiichhhoooouuuuu-sennnpaaiiiiiiii?"
"What?"
"Shall we go outside together?" Eren asked, pointing meekly towards the door of the fashion studio.
Heichou sighed in exasperation. "To do what, exactly?"
"We coooouuullllldd goooo and gettt ice~cream!"
"Of all the foods we could consume, you choose ice cream? In the middle of winter?"
Eren gasped. Was it possible that Heichou didn't like ice cream? Well, fuck, there went his chance at scoring.
"We could get double scoop!" Eren suggested.
Heichou went through great emotional turmoil considering whether it was worth the effort of following Eren outside to get ice cream, just to torment him. Eventually he realised he'd rather not spend the next hour lounging around the video set. Where Hanji could plausibly pester him about his personal affairs. And his sex life. He had no particular desire to consume creamed ice - he'd never acquired a taste for it, but at least it would be something to do.
"Fine," Heichou agreed, not entirely sure what he was promising. Eren clapped his hands eagerly.
Out of nowhere, Armin turned up to ruin their romantic moment. He must have been lurking in a corner, or under the food table, or over by the cameras with Connie. He appeared without a word, standing right between Eren and his beloved pop star. With those expectant, bright eyes of his.
"Eren!" Armin exclaimed. "Are you going for ice cream?"
"It's none of your business!" Eren scolded.
"Can I come with you?" the blonde requested.
Was Armin for serious? Did he even remember the various discussions they'd had about matters concerning Heichou before? Armin didn't understand how sex worked (that was a given) but surely he wasn't stupid enough to get in Eren's way.
Hanji was watching all this from a distance, hardly paying attention to the important lecture that Erwin was giving her about preparing ReCON!KISS in only two months for SoundTitan!
She decided she had a new OTP : Armin X Being the Third Wheel.
Thankfully Eren was able to the situation with less aggression than usual. "No fucking way are you coming." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled note. "Here's a thousand yen. Go buy some weed or something."
Armin looked dejectedly down at the money. "But... I don't know where to buy drugs. And I'm afraid of the dealers."
"Look I don't fucking care do whatever the hell it is you do for fun and don't bother me and Heichou again we got this clear?" Eren growled without punctuation. Punctuation often disappeared when he was yelling at Arlet.
"Fine, I'll see if they have the latest shojo beat magazine at a news stand," Armin said sadly, before running off.
Eren was all eager to link arms with Heichou and waltz into the sunset, but the older man wouldn't move an inch when Eren started stepping away. "Don't you think we should change out of these costumes before we go outside? I, for one, do not don such tight attire on an ordinary basis, and I find it grievously irritating." He snapped the skin tight spandex leather against his thigh. Eren almost got a boner on the spot. "Although you may be a virgin in this music industry, I have many fans who would recognise me the second I stepped outside. If you get excited seeing me in this getup, I can't imagine how rabid a hundred unwitting fangirls could become."
Eren took that as a fair point, and the two of them dashed off to change costumes before they went out for ice cream.
It was strange, how the changing rooms didn't have locks. He wondered if that would amount to anything as he peeled the skin tight leather off his flesh, eagerly awaiting his ice cream appointment with his senpai.
Please review! It means so much to dear little me!
There have been questions about whether Armin and Jean are going to get laid in this story.
All in good time. It will happen. But not in the way you expect. (I've thought up another horrible way to torture poor Armin)
Stuff is going to heat up between Eren and Levi in the next 3 chapters. It's gonna be nuthin' but fluff and sexy banter. And then perhaps a little more than just banter *wink
DEY IS GUNNA GET ICE CREAM NEXT TIME YAY