I'm not a very regular updater. If it hadn't been for people encouraging me with some happy P/Ms, I would have never gotten off my lazy ass and wrote this. Thank you for your words of help!
I'm pretty sure this is pushing the M rating pretty freaking far but I will resolutely not change it...
"Recruits, you've all worked hard for these last few months. I expected a high standard of results, and not only have you managed to achieve that level, but you have impressed me, too."
Talent Manager Erwin stroked his chin, examining the members of ReCON!KISS, all of them heaving with sweat after a particularly vigorous practice in the dance hall. Even Mikasa was panting - she had to work doubly hard as their choreographer. Erwin, along with Hanji, had just observed their final dance routine - along with their debut song - and he even raised eyebrows in admiration. "At the first round of Sound!Titan tomorrow, you boys will surely blast a hole in the Vocaloid titans' defenses."
Jean gave a half-cracked smile. Connie was busy staring vacantly out the window. Mikasa blinked once. Armin peed his pants a little. But Eren gave a massive freaking cheer and tore his shirt off, exposing his muscled chest, and waving the ruined costume in the air. Jean winced, though whether it was from seeing Eren half naked, or from the ripped stage costume, presumably one worth several tens of thousands of yen.
"Whoo we are gonna kick some hard titan ass!" Eren wailed. "Who's with me?!"
Everyone in ReCON!KISS gave him blank stares. Except Hanji. No, a drip of drool ended up finding its way out of the corner of her mouth.
Heichou raised a hand for Eren to calm down, giving him a deathly stare. "Save it for when we win," he said flatly. At once, Eren lowered the shirt. If Heichou wanted him to do something, he'd damn well better go and do it.
"Kyaaaaah~!" shrieked Hanji. "That song is a masterpiece Heichou!" she wiped away an imaginary tear. "And that the best performance I've ever seen. You kids are gonna burst some serious ovaries tomorrow."
"Will the girls burst their ovaries over me?!" Armin asked, quietly. Even he was surprised at such a concept.
"No Armin shut up the attractive people are talking," Eren bitched back to him.
Hanji clapped her hands together. "You have to get on the bus over to Tokyo at 6am tomorrow so that we can have enough time to do your pretty pretty makeup and costumes before the show. You will be fantasticaaaal! Heh heh. I cannot wait! But until then, rest up, get some food, and..." she leered over towards Eren and Heichou, as if she knew something they didn't, the light glinting off her glasses, "make sure to get a good night's sleep. We will be one step closer towards defeating the Vocaloids tomorrow!"
They started filing out of the dance studio, eyes not looking up to the four mirrored walls. It seemed they'd spent every hour of the last few days practicing their now flawless dance routine in this hall. Not that Eren could complain. The routine had a lot of thrusting and ass wiggling. He really didn't object to that kind of behaviour in any way.
Connie, Jean, and Mikasa were eager to get the hell out of there as quickly as possible, so they just up and left. Armin loyally followed Mikasa. He was beginning to become a touch terrified of Eren. But Hanji was lagging behind. She didn't move an inch from where she was standing. Erwin noticed that his right hand manager wasn't trailing after him, so he turned around, to meet Hanji's smile.
"Oh, don't worry about me, Manager Erwin," Hanji grinned demoniacally. "I just want to have a quick talk with Heichou and Eren. It will only take a moment. Go on ahead. I will catch up." Erwin shrugged and left with the others. Intrigued, Heichou raised an eyebrow and took a few steps back so he was next to Hanji. Man that single eyebrow raise was so goddamned sexy. How did Eren manage to work in the same room as Heichou without melting into a little puddle on the floor? It must have been his devotion to the cause, there was no other explanation.
Heichou folded his arms suspiciously. "Hanji. What is this about?"
Eren scampered up to his side. "Yeah, what's going on?"
Hanji beamed at both of them. "Nothing's going on. Nothing at all. All I wanted to say to both of you was that I really believe we have a clear shot at winning Sound!Titan and I am incredibly impressed with your performances!"
She may have said that, but there was something more to her tone...
Eren noticed that she was gradually shuffling away towards the door.
"Heichou, you've finally started working as part of a group - you boys can go far, you can-"
Hanji stopped her shuffling and bolted at top speed towards the door. Like a lion, Heichou caught on to what she was doing and chased after her. She cackled like a witch - or a yaoi fangirl in the presence of great moe.
"HANJI ZOE STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING!" Heichou growled in the depths of his throat.
But Hanji just squealed as she ran out the doorway, Heichou reaching it a second later. Before he could get his foot in the way, Hanji slammed the heavy iron door closed, and locked it from the outside. The Survey Corps headquarters was in an abandoned castle - with thick, reinforced doors that could withstand even a siege. The sound of a blocking bar clicking into place could be heard, as Hanji sealed the two boys inside the dance studio, at her complete mercy.
Heichou worked himself into a frenzy, kicking and banging on the door. "You aren't getting away with this, Zoe."
He was only met with more laughter. "You two will have the whole night together~! I will open the door tomorrow morning! Goooooooooood luuuuuuuck Eren!"
Footsteps padded away down the castle corridor. "Get back here this moment Hanji Zoe." Heichou demanded, through gritted teeth, snarling as he kept kicking at the door. Eren wondered what it would feel like to get kicked in the head by that boot.
The boy slumped to the floor in desperation, putting his hands over his eyes, a few tears leaking out. Why had Hanji done this? Was she trying to sabotage ReCON!KISS's work? Make it so they couldn't compete in Sound!Titan, but were locked in this room? WAS SHE A DOUBLE AGENT FOR THE VOCALOIDS?!
Then it hit him...
What Hanji had said earlier.
'You want to screw Heichou, don't you? Then I want to help you.'
Was she suggesting that he and Heichou... do it... in here?
Eren looked around himself at the dance studio. There were no windows, dim lights, a few pieces of gymnastic equipment, and vast mirrors on all four walls. He would be able to admire Heichou's nude ass from every angle.
Eren Jaeger's luck was improving by the minute.
Heichou turned around from the door, realising that it would be impossible to do so much as make a dent in it, yet alone break it down. His knuckles were pure white, and he had a scowl that could kill puppies.
"Fantastic. So we will have to endure ten hours of confinement on the whims of that madwoman."
Ten hours? Ten whole hours straight?!
Eren couldn't control his libido. "THE HEATING WILL PROBABLY TURN OFF OVERNIGHT SO WE SHOULD HUDDLE TOGETHER AND TAKE OFF ALL OUR CLOTHES FOR WARMTH." For a moment there was a pregnant silence while Levi gave him a stormy stare, and Eren thought that he would finally get laid.
And then Heichou kicked him straight across the face. Humanity's greatest idol did not hold back, he put his full force into knocking his foot cleanly across Eren's jaw, causing him to spit up blood. Eren couldn't hold back his delight at the action. 'That doesn't make me a masochist though,' he thought to himself, 'no, masochists are really creepy people! I'm not nearly as creepy as them.' He never did anything more extreme than just some intensive ploughing against his waifu pillows...
He lied to himself, though, really.
Heichou took a while before he said anything else. Just kept staring at Eren through those calculating eyes. Eren coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood and put his jaw back into place. He'd already torn his shirt off, there were just a few steps more... "We're about to face off against the Vocaloids tomorrow," he suggested. "They have a reputation for killing those who defeat them. You never know, this could be our last night alive." He looked at Heichou sideways, sweating, nervous that he would get nothing more than another kick across the face. "And if it's your last night alive, you'd want to enjoy it..."
Was it just Eren, or did a spark of inspiration flash behind the murky windows of Heichou's eyes...? Eren's heart was pounding dokidokidokidoki over and over again. The next few seconds would determine so much...
"All right, brat. You want to go? We can fucking go," Heichou scowled.
Eren had hit the jackpot. "W-what? Seriously? I didn't actually expect that to-"
"You think I'm joking?"
Eren took a good, long look at Heichou's face. It was a murderous face. A dangerous look, as if he'd become some kind of predator. Eren gulped. "No, but I'm just surprised is all, it doesn't seem-"
Heichou cut him off again, and he felt himself falling. Heichou's rough hand pushed him assertively down until his back was pressed against the cold wood floor of the dance studio. Levi crawled down on top of him, he could feel the weight of the older man, closer than he'd ever been before...
"Stay down and keep your mouth closed."
Eren had hit the jackpot. He could hear the sound of all the coins clinking out of the slot machine. Or was it that his heart was going into cardiac arrest from all the dokidoki over Heichou and he was having some kind of mental delusion? You know what, Eren didn't even really care any more. Heichou was on top of him, pinning his hands down onto the chill dance studio floor. Compared to the older man's heaving warmth above him, the inhospitable cold of the hard floor was unbearable. What was Heichou planning on doing to him now? He wasn't much of a gentleman, forcing a girl straight onto her back, without doing so much as buying her dinner beforehand. This wasn't romantic at all.
"H-h-h-heichou," he said, though he winced when the star looked down into his eyes. So close. Close enough to kiss. Close enough to peer into the depths of those mysterious eyes, but still be unable to read the past behind them. "Aren't we going pretty quickly?"
Heichou just got closer. Despite being a massive freaking superstar of the entire world, he didn't actually get laid that often. It's not actually that surprising. Having a real relationship would be detrimental to his career - think of how jealous the fangirls would be. And if it came to light that he wasn't even attracted to girls. Well... that might be the killing blow that the titans could use to demolish him, just as they had with Arashi.
"What, you wanna wait until we get married?" the shorter man retorted.
"WE CAN GET MARRIED~?!" Eren squealed in reply.
"No, you little slut," Heichou snorted. "So stay on your back and get rid of those pants. Or do I have to do everything for you?"
His hands slunk down to the zippers of Eren's spandex dance costume.
'It feels so wrong, it feels so right, don't mean I'm in love tonight,' Eren thought. Why was he getting so distracted? Now he couldn't even do anything besides think of Katy Perry.
"Us girls, we are so magical, so kissable," he sung to himself quietly as Heichou was about to go down on him. He couldn't stop it. The song was just so catchy.
And then he was thinking about Lady Gaga, too. She was a little like Katy Perry, right? She was gonna do a concert in space?
'CONCENTRATE EREN, CONCENTRATE YOU ARE ABOUT TO SCREW WITH HEICHOU GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER.'
Levi realised the boy beneath him was already sweating up a waterfall. He got up, removed his hands from Eren's waist and just sat on top of the boy, folding his arms angrily.
"What's bothering you now?" Heichou sighed. Evidently he wasn't getting any tonight.
"This is all too fast for me!" Eren weeped. This was miles and miles ahead of anything he'd done in his room with his waifu pillows. Waifu pillows didn't thrust back! His sex education was only a few steps above Armin's for God's sake! "I don't even know your name! I need to know your name so I can call it out in ecstasy in the middle of our coupling!"
That did it.
Eren had managed to completely and utterly kill the mood.
Heichou rolled off him and shoved Eren out the way, scooching over to go and lean against the far wall, his head in his hand, and his migraine headache returning. Eren yelped like a lost puppy at such rude treatment.
"Why are you always asking about my name? How important can it be to you really?"
"You're important to me, Heichou!" Eren jolted to stand up, rushing to jump up and down in front of the older man. "Let me share your paaain~ you don't have to bear your burdens alone!"
"That is the fluffiest fucking thing I've ever heard."
"But it's truuuuuuuuue!"
Heichou let out another sigh, as if he was exasperated with the entire world. He looked up at Eren, into his gleaming, innocently excited eyes. This was not a boy intelligent enough to go and ruin him by spreading around the truth. Eren was his loyal fan, he'd never dare go and sell his sorry backstory to the tabloids. And he would stop his infernal pestering. Always with the pestering. Night and day the boy was asking about Heichou's history.
"Fine," Heichou decided after much deliberation, already regretting it. "Sit down and listen up. I'll tell you my fucking backstory."
"Eeeeeeeeeee!" said Eren, not wasting a second in sitting crosslegged on the floor. Heichou slumped down next to sit leaning against the mirrored wall, closing his eyes as if he were suffering from the agony of remembering all the dark time's he'd lived through. Eren wanted to give him a big, snuggly-wuggly hug.
It was after a long stream of defeated sighs that Heichou finally began.
"I used to be a hardcore, underground rapper."
Eren's mouth formed a big, gaping "O"
"I've gone soft now, but I used to live a criminal life. I was famous among thugs. I was the king of the underworld. Everyday I worked on my lyrics and every night I went to raves. I was a legend among rappers. I was the kind of hardcore rapper that could punch Snoop Dogg in the balls and he wouldn't dare complain. I was trained by the master DJ Ackerman. I did some intense shit. Lit fires. Stopped gang wars. Fucked tha police. Don't get the chance to use it much now, but I was humanity's greatest breakdancer. And I went by the name of MC Levi Rivaille. My real name."
"Levi..." Eren tried to say the awesome word out loud. "That's what you're really called?" And Eriren would sound so much better as a ship name than Heichere ever would.
"Yes. But don't go freakin' telling people. If they find that out, they'll look me up and find out about all the crazy shit I did. Jpop stars are supposed to be idols, role models for all girls to lust after. We can't be hardened criminals. So you will keep calling Heichou, ya hear me?"
Eren wasn't sure how to process all this. For years, he'd looked up to Heichou as his hero. The man he wanted to be when he grew up. The most perfect person who had ever been ever ever. But who knows what kind of drug busts and acid trips he'd been through as MC Rivaille? It was heartbreaking! Brutal! "Why did you give up rapping?" Eren asked, eager to hear more and more.
Levi ran a hand through his hair. "Back in those days I hated Jpop. It's so goddamn wholesome. There's never any bass dropping, and the dancing is rigid and synchronised. But I didn't have a choice. My career went south, and I had to sell out and go mainstream. That's why I'm here now."
Eren was as much a hipster as anyone else in the world. "MAINSTREAM?! How terrible!"
"Before I was fighting against all the brutal, moneygrubbing urges of the music industry. All I wanted to do was make some quality, meaningful rap. Not to make money and win competitions. But then Talent Manager Erwin scouted me, and it all changed."
MC Levi shifted around uncomfortably at the thought. "He had some serious shit on me. Not just about the drug busts and raves. Some serious shit. Like, I would have got life in prison if he'd ratted me out. I did some intense stuff back in those days. You know what they say, 'you don't choose the thug lyfe, the thug lyfe chooses you.' Erwin realised I had talent beyond anything he'd ever seen, so he gave me an ultimatum. I had to join the Survey Corps music company and become a pop star, otherwise I'd get life in jail."
Eren couldn't decide what question to ask first. "Does... does that mean that you don't actually like jpop?" Was his hero all a lie? Were all those words he sung so passionately in his songs empty? Did he do it all with nothing but Erwin's knife at his throat?
"It started off like that. I hated toning down my sweet dance moves, and censoring out profanities from my lyrics. For months I was resentful of it. But of course, I became a superstar. I make millions of dollars a month, and I have fans all around the world. Somehow, I found that I was better at singing in this style than I ever was at rap. Believe me Eren, I may have wanted to live rough back then, but I'm perfectly satisfied with what I have now."
"Except the Titan Vocaloids that could kill us at any concert?"
"Yeah, except them."
There was a minute or two of silence from then on. Levi kept mulling things over in his mind. How had the evening descended into this so easily? It could have just been a cheap night of hardcore yaoi, but instead it had fallen into piles of angst. Scarred backstories, shattered dreams, and feelings? Tch, it was enough to make him physically sick. God damn, he was an international pop star, why was it so hard to get laid? There were thousands of fangirls throwing themselves at him every day, but his life was a lonely one. Back in his rapping days, this had never been the case...
Of course, when you become a star, you can choose between two paths. You can either go full-out 'Sex, drugs and Rock and Roll,' or you can stay at home and cry yourself to sleep every night.
Levi Rivaille had never been partial to the 'Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll' lifestyle. For one thing, cleaning up every morning after the parties was a nightmare, and secondly sleeping around was hardly sanitary, and drugs could addle with your perception, combat abilities, and-
Let's justhe'd never been partial to such messy habits. And didn't go out of the house very frequently due to all the dirty streets and swarming fangirls. And he usually met no one other than his small publicity and management team in Survey Corps. Thus his romantic prospects were all but dead.
And tonight yet another one of those brief chances had been blown...
"Let's go to sleep, Eren."
Eren gave him the biggest, mushiest puppy eyes yet. "Can't I even have a goodnight kiss...?"
Levi rolled his eyes. "You're incorrigible."
It was already dark and late. The older man slunk down so he was lying on the floor, and curled up, facing the wall. Facing away from Eren. They should get as much rest as possible before the big competition the next day. Eren was practically whimpering, abandoned and lost. Levi was already regretting telling him all that stuff. He closed his eyes, no longer caring about the other boy. He had a sledgehammer of a headache pounding around his mind, all he wanted to do was shut out the world, if only for a while-
He felt strange, warm arms wrap themselves around his waist, and a larger body pressing itself around his back in a tight hug.
Oh no. This wasn't going to happen. He wasn't going to let Eren glomp onto him like a barnacle. Or a sea urchin. "Get off me, brat," he growled.
Eren merely yawned, as if he were half asleep already.
Levi could hardly believe it. The little idiot thought that he could get away with spooning him. That was a grievous error. Frankly, it was humiliating, as well as disgusting. He could already feel the boy's breath. What if he started sweating in the night? It could stain their dance costumes... It almost made him sick to think about it.
But, like the true professional he was, he gritted his teeth and endured it.
At least that's what he thought he was doing.
Perhaps, though, in just the tiniest fraction, his lonely, OOC heart appreciated the company...
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I apologise, it's late, and I didn't grammar/spellcheck this at all...