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      Armin_Arlert, Jean_Kirstein, Marco_Bott, Hange_Zoë
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      Published: 2015-01-12 Updated: 2016-11-27 Chapters: 6/? Words: 16523
****** Trost District Boot Camp for Troubled Youth ******
by Juncea
Summary
     Getting sent off to Boot Camp for anger issues and overall
     misbehavior really sucked.
     But, getting fucked by your sexy Drill Sergeant had it's perks.
Notes
     um, i just really needed this AU in my life.
     there will be some inaccuracies but idfc; this is my AU.
     please, enjoy.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
There he was.
 
Sitting in the principals office for the fourth time this week, listening to
the frustrated man sitting behind his large metal desk rant on and on about how
'horrible his attitude and behavior was. Seriously, what the fuck ever.
 
It wasn't like Eren did mostof these things on purpose, he just gets so angry
sometimes that he can't control his actions of what slips from his mouth. 7/10
of his angry outburst in class were caused by that asshole Jean and the other
30% were caused by his other stupid classmates and teachers.
 
He didn't know howhis anger issues got to be this bad, all he knows is that it
was a problem but he couldn't stop himself because whenever it happened, his
mind went blank and all of a sudden he was either shouting in anger or on top
of someone, beating the living shit out of them. The school just assumed that
he liked causing trouble and wreaking havoc all over the place because he was a
delinquent.
 
Okay, so maybe Eren was a little teeny-tiny bit, a lot, of a delinquent, but,
hey, it was always fun to break the rules and pissing the teachers and staff
off never got old, he swore!
 
“--nd you really need to think about your future! Have you ever even thought
about your future, Eren? Your fathers been up here three timesthis week, give
the poor man a break! Think about what your sickly mothe--”
 
Thump!
 
The principal, Mr. Waller, jumped at the sudden sound and looked up, seeing the
chair Eren was sitting in now on the ground and then cowered in fear at the
dead, emotionless expression on the young boys face. Eren spoke in a bone-
chilling voice that nearly made the man go into cardiac arrest with how
frightened he was,
 
“Don't you everbring my mother into this.” Mr. Waller gulped, hands sweaty and
shaky as he slowly backed away, back bumping into the window-sill behind him,
goodness gracious Eren was one of the most terrifying hell-raisers he'd ever
met.
 
“N—now, Eren, d-don't speak to me like tha--”
 
“Or what?” The boy challenged with a smirk on his face as he walked up to the
old man's desk, taking a black permenant marker out of a wooden pencil holder
and begun drawing vulgar, indecent pictures and words all over the cheap metal
surface.
 
“Are you scared of me, Joseph?” Eren asked with a childish chuckle as he cocked
his head to the side like an innocent child asking a completely non-threatening
question.
 
“J—Joseph? H-how dare you use my first name, you trouble-makin--”
 
“Eren, put the marker down and get your things. I've had it with this
disrespectful behavior.” Ah, it was his father.
 
Snorting, Eren grabbed his green book-bag and slung it over his shoulder,
waltzing out the door nonchalantly and stood in the waiting area of the office,
glaring at anyone who would look his way with fear or disappointment in their
eyes.
 
Eren's father, Grisha, gently closed the door to the principals office and let
himself have a seat without being told to and to be honest, he really couldn’t
give a damn right now. He took off his old, worn glasses and pinched the bridge
of his nose as he spoke, “I am so sorry for Eren...I just—I just don't know
what to do with that boy anymore...” He trailed off lowly, biting the inside of
his cheek in irritation.
 
Mr. Waller adjusted his toupee when the other man wasn't looking and
straightened out his suit. “Mr. Yeager, I know you won't like what I have to
say but—I have a proposition for you. Although, I am unsure if you want to hear
it--” He jumped slightly when Grisha's head shot up and gave him a pleading
look.
 
“Anything! Please, I just want my son to stop this foolish, reckless behavior.
My wife is very sick and the stress of Eren's misbehavior is only weighing her
down more.”
 
The heavy-set man sighed deeply and prayed silently to himself in his head then
reached inside one of his desk drawers to pull out a small brown pamphlet and
presented it to Eren's father, he hoped Eren wouldn't come back to kill him if
he finds out he's the one who suggested this in the first place.
 
In bold, intimidating font, the pamphlet read in all capital letters, 'TROST
DISTRICT BOOT CAMP FOR TROUBLED YOUTH'Eren's father gave the paper an
unreadable expression but, nevertheless, he took the offering and opened it to
read the inside, already feeling the worry settling in at the pit of his
stomach at the face of two intimidating men, one large, blond man with thick
eyebrows and the other was, while rather small, just as intimidating as the
other with his narrow, dark eyes and deep scowl on his lips.
 
“B-boot camp? I...I don't know if I could send my son to boot cam--” He stopped
talking when Mr. Waller held up a calloused hand and spoke to him in a calm,
reassuring, if frantic, voice,
 
“Ah, I know the two men on the inside of the booklet look scary but, let me
reassure you, I had a nephew who was in the same situation as your son and I
must say; those men really turned his behavior around and now's he's a charming
young man.” For proof, he showed the other a picture of his nephew holding a
diploma in his hands and Grisha felt a little more at ease as he handed the
picture back.
 
“Ah, I see. Well, I'll definitely give it a go but I'm not sure what my wife
would say..I don't think this would sit well with her, she has a bad habit of
babying and spoiling the boy.” Mr. Waller nodded in understanding and shook the
other mans hand as he stood up.
 
“Thank you, Mr. Waller.”
 
“No, thank youfor listening to my suggestion with an open mind, take care.”
 
                                        
===============================================================================
                                        
“You're sending me where?” The bowl of ice cream Eren had been eating had been
flipped over, the cold sweet now covering the marble table and spilling over
the edge and onto the once clean floor. Eren's mother, Carlra, griped her
husbands hand and she let out a shaky, breath before nodding at Eren who was
red in the face with anger.
 
“Yes, dear. We're sending you off to Boot Camp.”
 
This was a joke. This was clearly a joke but it was a joke that he didn't find
very funny, at all. “You're shitting me, right?”
 
“Eren, watch your language around your moth--”
 
“No, fuck you! You're the one who probably suggested this to mom, aren't you?”
He snarled, stomping angrily around the kitchen as he tugged on his damp brown
locks, pulling some of it out with how much force he was using.
 
“Eren, Eren, please...stop this.” He turned to look at his mother with a
defeated look on his face, shoulders sagged and eyes pleading.
 
“Mom! How could you!? How could you even think of sending me, your son, to Boot
camp?” Here comes the kicked puppy look. “You obviously don't care about me.”
His father only rolled his weary eyes at his son and his pathetic attempt to
make them feel bad for him but nearly choked on thin air at the sorrowful,
saddened look in Carla's cloudy eyes.
 
Oh goodness gracious, he could not believe she was falling for this act.“Dear,
do not fall for his act. He's only doing this because he knows how to
manipulate you into believing him. You agreed to it last night, didn't you?”
With hesitance, she nodded then bowed her head in shame at the look Eren shot
her way.
 
He was devastated. He stood there in shock for a good ten minutes before he
clenched and unclenched his sweaty fist before he finally spoke up, “Fine. If
you want me gone that bad then how about taking me there right now?” He stormed
out of the kitchen and threw his packed suitcase at the front door.
 
“Come on! You've already packed my bags, so lets fucking go before I—I...
urgh!” He stopped all of a sudden when he heard a whimper and guilt bubbled in
the pit of his belly, he didn't like upsetting his parents but most of all he
hated being the cause of his mother's tears.
 
“You see? This is why we're sending you away for a while, we only want what's
best for you, honey.” Carla said, cautiously walking with a slight limp over to
her son and embracing him into a warm, loving hug, running her frail fingers
through Eren's soft brown hair, knowing that the gesture always seemed to calm
him down.
 
“Sorry, mom.”
 
His dad grunted from behind them, “Where's my apology?”
 
Eren rolled his eyes and scowled at his father. “You don't get one.”
 
Ha, of course.
 
Sighing, Grisha picked up his car keys. “Alright then, even though you're
supposed to be there by tomorrow, I guess arriving early shouldn't be too much
of a problem?” He grabbed Carla's heating blanket and put it over her boney
shoulders, guiding her out the door and helping her into his truck.
 
“Should I drop you off at the hospital firs--” She quickly shook her head at
him. “No, dear. I want to see Eren off before he goe--”
 
“No, 'Ma. Just go back to the hospital, you shouldn't even be out of bed right
now, you look tired.” Eren offered a rare, warm smile. “I'll be okay.”
 
After saying one last goodbye to his teary-eyed mother, filled with hugs and
many embarrassing kisses, they finally got back on the road and headed straight
for the camp, it would take them about two hours just to drive there.
 
A two hour drive with his father who he was on bad terms with? Sounded
fantastic, right? When Eren groaned for the fourth time of the hour, Eren's dad
looked over to his son for a quick moment. “Look, I know we don't have the
greatest relationship right now but...Eren, I just want you to know that your
mother and I love you very much. We're not doing this because we want to get
rid of you, we're doing this because we love and care about you.”
 
He let the words sink in before continuing on, “We just can't keep doing this
anymore. You're seventeen now: act like it.”
 
All he got was a low, “Whatever.” out of his son but that was all he needed, it
let him know that even if Eren didn't agree with what he was doing, he had
listened to what he had to say.
 
Another hour or so past and a large, gray facility with multiple sectors came
into view, Grisha smiled with a little bit of hope in his eyes while Eren sunk
even deeper into the leather seating of the truck. When they pulled up, Grisha
and Eren had to show some form of identification and proof that his son was
supposed to be there. The large, black gates opened up and he drove inside,
found a parking space and turned the car off.
 
They both got out with reluctance and as Grisha looked around at the gloomy
building and desolate desert, he begun to wonder if this had been a mistake but
quickly shook the thought from his head. When they walked through the big metal
front doors, their noses were hit with the smell of bleach and wax, Eren's eyes
widened at how clean and pristine the floor and everything else was in the
building.
 
“Halt.” Both of them stopped in their tracks at the stern, low voice and the
young boys breath caught in his throat at the sound of heavy leather boots
hitting the tiled floor.
 
“What's your name, kid?” When the green-eyed boy looked up his breath caught in
his throat at the attractive man standing before him: fuck,he's hot.
 
While a little on the short side, this man was definitely Eren's type. Narrow,
sharp gray eyes, a built, firm stature and the scowl on his lips made him look
so dominating.
 
Fuckfuckfuck, I'm gonna cream my goddamn pants.
 
“I asked for your name, you pissy little shit.”
 
Eren's dad's eyes grew as wide as saucers at the language the man used on his
son and wondered if this place was as professional as they said they were on
the website he visited to sign his son up on. When he saw Eren's shoulder's go
stiff, Grisha braced himself for what was about to happen, oh dear.
 
“Hey, you can't talk to me like that, you fucking midge—argh! Get the fuck off
of me, you ass— Ow!” Before Eren knew he, he had been dragged down to the
ground and put into a submissive choke hold, cutting off air to his windpipe.
 
“U-um, I don't think that's really necessary, Sir--” When the man glared
daggers at him, Grisha quickly shut his mouth.
 
“Sir, what is your sons name? Please, don't make me repeat myself.”
 
Nodding quickly he told him, “E-Eren Yeager. Um, I brought him here a day
early...is...is that alright?” He was fidgeting with the sleeves of his coat,
casting many worried glances to his child. The man stood up, letting Eren out
of the hold and roughly grabbed him by the collar of his polo.
 
“I can tell me and your son are going to get along, so very well.” The amount
sarcasm oozing from his voice should've been illegal.
 
A broad shouldered man walked out from what Grisha assumed was an office and
smiled warmly at him, that filled the man with a little reassurance. He walked
over and shook his hand and told him a little about their facility, explaining
the rules, what procedures and training/therapy his son would go through.
 
At the end, he apologized for the man, Sergeant Levi's, harsh welcoming and
told him that he was like that with half of the new attendees here. When they
were done speaking, Grisha told his son to at least try to behave and waved him
farewell, then he was out the door and  on the road back to his house, crossing
his fingers and praying that his son would be alright.
 
Levi smirked as Eren's dad left the building and roughly shoved Eren over to
the metal detectors. “Strip.”
 
Quirking an eyebrow, Eren gave Levi a lecherous look, “Already? You haven't
even taken me out to dinner yet.”
 
“Speak out of term like that again and I'll severely fuck your shit up.”
 
“Oh, so you like it rough, huh? Kinky—ow, ow fuck!” Eren was pretty sure they
weren't supposed to be allowed to put their hands on him like this.
 
“First of all, watch your language and stop trying to make everything I say
into something sexual, you little slut.”
 
“Levi.” The blond man, Sergeant Erwin Smith, gave Levi a warning glare,
silently telling him to cool it on the language before walking away and back
into his office. When the other man was out of the way, Levi grabbed Eren by
his ear and shoved his face into the tiled floor which was covered in some kind
of liquid, making Eren hiss at how cold it was against his hot cheek.
 
“Do you feel that, you little punk? That's your saliva all over the freshly
scrubbed floor from when I put you in that choke hold. Clean it up.” Grimacing,
Eren futilely tried fighting out of the strong grip Levi had on him but failed.
 
“What am I supposed to clean it with if you have my face shoved in it, Le--”
When the grip tightened he whimpered out lowly in pain and slight pleasure, he
always did sort of like being roughed up.
 
“You will address me by 'Sir' or 'Sergeant Levi' and it's simple; Clean it with
your tongue.”
 
Did he just hear that right? “Excuse me?” Quickly, he added, “Sir.” at the end
of that sentence when he got a glare from the man above.
 
“I'm not repeating myself. Do as I say or else this is going to be one hell of
a first day for you, you shitty brat.”
 
“Fine.” In the most seductive way possible, Eren dragged his tongue all over
the wet spot on the ground, tongue lazily swiping away his spit until he
cleaned up the very last drop, smirking at the unreadable expression on Sargent
Levi's face, he inwardly cheered in his head when he saw a slight tint of pink
cover the short mans face.

“Was that good enough for you, Sir?” When Levi let go of him, he got off the
ground and dusted himself off, smiling innocently as if he hadn't just tongued
the floor like he was handling a cock.
 
“You're playing with fire, kid.” The man whispered in his reddened ear,
inwardly smirking at the shiver he received from the boy and walked away with
precise, practiced steps. “Like I said, strip, put all your electronics and
other shit in there and get checked by security. Then, head on over the Sargent
Smith's office. Don't be late for your first lesson, Yeager.”
 
'My dicks going to explode, ohmygod.'
 
“Language, Yeager.”
 
Fuck, he thought he said that in his head.
 
Chapter End Notes
     edit 11/28/15: cleaned up a few errors and such.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
After Levi left, Eren was left standing there looking like a complete, love-
struck moron who couldn't follow instructions. Sooner or later, the security
guard grew tired of watching the boy drool like a starved hyena and called out
to Eren in a stern voice,
 
“Hey, kid.” When the boy snapped out of his trance, he glanced over and gave
the dark-skinned security guard an unimpressed look and said, “What?”
 
Holding back to urge to roll his eyes, the security guard spoke up once again,
“Did you not just hear what Sergeant Levi said? Put your electronics, belt and
any other things you have on you in this basket,” He pointed to a large white
laundry basket before continuing, “and get a move on.”
 
What the fuckwas everyone's problem here? It was like everybody working here
had a giant stick the size of the Empire State Building lodged up their ass.
 
“Yeah, whatever.” He grunted, grabbing his suitcase and dragging it over to the
other security guard that kept quiet while he checked through his belongings
and Eren swore that creep had a grin on his face the entire time when he picked
up his boxers, pervert.
 
Sneering, Eren dropped all of his electronics in the basket, besides his phone,
of course. He wasn't about to let these assholes take his only form on
communication in his absolute shit-hole. The bored looking guard searched
through his electronics and approved of it, putting the basket to the side and
telling him to step through the metal detector.
 
Beep beep beep!
 
'Ugh, you've got to be shitting me' Even though he knew the metal detector
would pick up on his phone, he honestly didn't give a rats ass, it wasn't like
he was going to give it to them in the first place.
 
The guard chortled. “Nice try, kid, give up the phone.”
 
“Nah, I'm not giving you shit.” He said calmly with a bored expression.
 
Eren picked up the tacky, ugly uniform which consisted of a plain white T-shirt
and light brown cargo pants. He looked at the choice of clothing in disgust,
just because they were being punished didn't mean they had to wear plain ass
clothing that would make them look like raw fucking potatoes.
 
While attempting to walk away, a large hand grabbed his shoulder and roughly
pulled him back to the metal detectors. The guards didn't look amused and were
giving Eren the harshest glare imaginable but Eren wasn't intimidated since he
wasn't afraid of any fucking body.
 
Because he was Eren fuckingYeager.
 
“Get your hands off of me.”
 
“Give up the phone and I'll let you be on your marry way.” It was only the
first day, and Eren couldn't figure out for the life of him why he was being
ragged on so much and quite frankly, he was about to lose his short temper and
fast. “I'm not giving you my fucking pho--”
 
“No, no. I need you to listen to me, listen to me.You don't understand; I
needmy laptop.” Eren's ears twitched at the sound of a new voice and he turned
around only to see a small androgynous boy with shoulder length hair wrestling
with an elderly man for the laptop he 'needed' apparently.
 
'Pfft, typical fucking nerd.' Eren thought dully in his head.
 
“Armin. This is why you're here now! What you do is illegal! You can't just
hack into anything you like and not expect for it to be a problem!” The man
growled lowly, Eren could see the distress in the mans eyes and couldn't help
but laugh out loud like the asshole he was.
 
What? It was funny.
 
“It's not a problem! I'm trying to spread the word about how horrible and
corrupt the U.S. Gov--” One of the guards, apparently tired of all the drama
with the new kids, simply walked over to Eren, snatched his phone out of his
unsuspecting hands then went over to the other boy named Armin and yanked the
thin red computer away from him.
 
“H-hey, at least let me clear my browsing history!” Armin cried out with a
defeated look in his eyes and shrunk back in fear at the looks thrown at him.
 
The man who took his phone pointed at Eren, who's face was now a bright red
with anger, put the electronics away and demanded, “Get to Sergeant Smith's
office; now.” The brown-haired boy clenched his sweaty fist and the guard
crossed his arms, puffing his large chest out, just daring Eren to make a move.
 
“Okay.” The young boy complied and headed towards the door he saw the tall
blond man go into earleir.
 
C'mon, Eren wasn't a completedumb ass, he knew he'd get his ass beat if he ever
tried to pick a fight with the security guards (who had muscles on their
muscles) and he wasn't about to get bruised up on the first day when he hadn't
even been there a good thirty minutes. That's the only reason why he didn't try
to fight the man.
 
It wasn't like he was scaredor anything.
 
Yeah, because he was Eren fuckingYeager.
 
Without knocking, he opened the heavy metal door and stepped inside of the
dimly lit room. Looking around, he saw many gold encrusted plaques hanging off
the plain white walls, obviously they were awards but Eren didn't bother
reading what they were about, he didn't really care, to be honest.
 
Sitting behind a dark-wood desk was Sergeant Smith himself, glancing up at Eren
with an unhappy look on his face. Putting the pen down he was writing with
earlier, the man took off his reading and gestured for the boy to have a seat,
which he did so, gladly.
 
“Haven't you ever heard of knocking before entering ones room, Yaeger?” The man
asked in a bored tone.
 
Jeez, Eren could already tell he wasn't going to get along with this man,
everything about him was so goddamn boring. He didn't have that certain spark
that Levi had in him and he looked too serious, his thick eyebrows forever
curved downwards.
 
A cough made him realize he hadn't replied to the question that was asked and
he could only reply with a shrug and a “Whatever.” Sergeant Smith sighed and
went back to writing on the documents he was occupied with before he was rudely
interrupted as he spoke once more, “Eren, you do realize where you are,
correct?”
 
“Yeah, your point?”
 
The blond man obviously had something to say but quickly shut his mouth and
flashed a quick, cocky smile as he shook his head, Eren swore he heard the man
mumble something along the words of 'regret' under his breath. The only sound
in the room was the scratching of a pen against thick paper and the irritating
tick of the small clock that sat in front of a lamp on the desk.
 
A couple more excruciating minutes later, the blond man ceased his writing and
handed him a thick sheet of off-white paper. When the boy looked at the piece
of paper with a boggled expression, Erwin informed him about what the paper was
for.
 
“That is your schedule that you must follow. You're still supposed to be in
school, so it is mandatory that everyone attending has academic classes in
order to keep up with their current grades in school.”
 
Academic classes? So, that meant that he still had to learn and do school work?
He was confused, weren't boot camps for parent's who were afraid of their kids
or too scared to discipline their children correctly?
 
Gritting his teeth, he ground them together, a habit he picked up on in order
to stop himself from angrily shouting and to keep him from getting into deep
shit. And by the hard, stern look on Erwin's face, it as obvious he wasn't one
to get pissy with.
 
But that didn't mean Eren wasn't going to test his patience. He would see how
far he could take it until the man snapped.
 
Anyway, pissing off people was what Sergeant Levi was for, Eren thought with a
devious smirk. Other than being upset about getting forced to be held captive
in this prison, he was excited. The mere thought of those narrow, stormy irises
glaring at him in disgust was oddly a turn on and made Eren squirm in his seat.
 
Why the look turned him on? Hell if he knows, maybe it just the thought of
being used and dominated completely by a realman and not the immature teenage
boys Eren was so used to being around.
 
Fuck,just the thought of being roughed up by the older man was making him all
hot and bothered.
 
“Mr. Yeager.”
 
He jumped in surprise. “Huh?” There was a small red tint covering his cheeks
and he damned himself to hell for letting his thoughts lead him astray from
what was currently happening in real time.
 
He was shot a look of mild confusion and suspicion. “I said, you live in Sector
B, room 13. It's located on the second hallway to the right. Do try to not get
lost on your way and be on time.” The man said dully, clearly having to say
almost the exact same phrase all day long. “Get changed into your uniform and
wait in your room until further noticed, understood?”
 
Yawning rudely with his mouth open wide, he scratched his back then stretched
his stiff muscles for a moment. He picked up his horribly tacky uniform as he
replied, “Yeah.”
 
Before he could even turn around, Sergeant Smith's face darkened and when he
spoke, his voice seemed to have gotten even deeper and was clear of any
emotion, “You will address me as 'Sergeant Smith' or 'Sir', boy.”
 
'Boy' this 'kid' that, blah blah blah! Eren was seriously getting tired of
being belittled by every adult here.
 
Feeling mischievous, Eren leered at the other man and replied with a curt and
simple, “Fuck you, Erwin.”
 
Then he was out the door.
 
He was probably going to regret this later but he doubted it. If the guys here
actually thought that they could change Eren then they were dead wrong. He was
going to show every stuck-up bastard in this shit hole just what he was made
of.
 
Walking down the hallway with a slight skip in his step, Eren observed the area
around him with disdain.
 
Boring.
 
Everything here was just so goddamn boring.
 
With gray walls, plain white tiled floors and small windows that light could
barely shine through: there was literally nothing. Well, besides random flyers
and posters that hung off the wall with stupid 'advice' written all over them.
Probably done by some shitty therapist with a shitty degree that came from a
shitty school.
 
Nothing was out of place. Everything was crisp, clean and equal. No dust, no
dirt, no random graffiti or stains on the walls; it was perfect.
 
A little tooperfect.
 
Eren would have to change that because he wasn't a boring guy who liked perfect
things. He was a fun, daring kind of guy who liked fucking shit up beyond
repair.
 
Riiip!
 
Down went the poster on 'Good Nutrition.'
 
Riiip!
 
Down went the flier listing all the working therapist in this facility.
 
Riiip!
 
Down went the poster on....'Safe Sex'?
 
Whatever.
 
Rip!
 
Rip!
 
Rii—
 
“Just what the fuckdo you think you're doing?”
 
Bingo.
 
Turning around and smiling as if he didn't have a piece of the poster he just
tore to shreds in his hands, Eren greeted his visitor.
 
Levi.
 
“Ah, Levi, just the man I wanted to see.” He let the shreds of the ruined
poster fall from his fingers as he spoke, looking the enraged man up and down
whilst licking his plump pink lips. Levi did not look amused in the least, he
looked rather pissed off and by the way his fist were shaking Eren could tell
he was just waiting for the right moment to put his hands on him.
 
God, yes.
 
"Don't make me repeat myself, you little shit."
 
“Isn't it obvious?” Eren begun to test his luck, stepping towards Levi slowly
with a slight swing of his hips, never breaking eye contact with the other. 
 
The closer he got, the more tense Levi became, shoulders stiff and posture
awkwardly defensive, heh, cute.
 
Well, it was cute until Eren was all of a sudden laid out on the ground with a
surprisingly heavy body on top of him, restricting him of any movement. "Get
off. Get the fuck off!" Eren hissed, feeling the anger he was trying his best
to hold in the entire time begin to grow inside of him. The short man on top of
him gave Eren a calculating stare as he watched the boys face twist in pain and
fury, smirking down at him. 
"What's the matter, Yaeg--"
 
"Shut the fuck up!"
 
"Hm, guess your father wasn't joking when he talked about your anger issues.
But, your childish anger doesn't scare me and you're soon going to learn how to
respect people who are above you, kid." With that, Levi roughly pulled the boy
up and tossed him over his shoulder, he grabbed the uniform and paper Eren
threw on the ground and headed towards the dorm the boy was supposed to be at
in the first place.
 
After about two minutes Eren stopped kicking and screaming and fell limp
against Levi, he had used a lot more energy than he thought he did.
 
Levi noticed this. "Finally tuckered out, huh, brat?" When Eren growled lowly
and started flailing around again like a moron, Levi could only let out a small
chuckle as he shook his head, then let a harsh slap hit Eren's backside with a
loud 'smack!'
 
Eren yelped in a high pitched voice and his face blossomed into a dark red
color at the hit. "W--what the hel--ah!" Another heavy hand came down on his
left cheek again and Eren moaned pathetically, practically withering on Levi's
shoulder. 
 
"Watch your language,  Yeager. One more slip up like that and I'll clean your
dirty fucking mouth out with soap." 
 
"If I say another bad word will you spank me some more, too?" 
 
'This fucking kid.' Levi thought to himself and counted to ten in his head. He
told himself that he wouldn't accept Eren's advances because he wasn't trying
to go to jail.
 
'Resist the jailbat, resist the jailbait, resist the jailbai--'
 
"I want you to do it." He said in a breathless voice, "Clean my
dirty fucking mouth out, Sir." 
 
Fuck.
 
Tossing Eren off his shoulder, he aggressively grabbed the boys soft, pink
cheeks and asked in a low, husky voice, "Do you think I'm playing with you? Are
you seriously asking to be punished?" 
 
The brown-haired boy bit his plump lip. "Yeah. Does me asking turn you on?" His
slim tongue slithered out and flicked against one of Levi's thumbs as he stared
down at him with a wide, innocent gleam in his blue-green irises,  "Punish me."
 
Running this thumb over Eren's bottom lip, his other hand reached down and took
one of his ass cheeks in hand, squeezing it roughly, he smirked. "I'm not going
to be gentle with you, boy."
 
"Be as rough as you like, Levi."
Chapter End Notes
     edit 11/28/15: cleaned up a few errors and such.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
      
     okay, w/e please read and enjoy. -backflips into the sunset-
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Eren was currently in the middle of being dragged carelessly down the hallway
by the collar of his shirt, tripping over his own two feet at how fast Levi was
stomping down the hall. Eren let out a pitiful half-whine-half growl as his
cock strained against his tight jeans.
 
 
“Stop whining.”
 
 
“I'll stop whining once you stop dragging me around like a fucking dog.”
 
 
Eren could literally feel Levi smirking. “You are a dog, you nasty little
fuck.”
 
 
Eren bit back a moan, for some reason, his dick seemed to twitch each time Levi
degraded him and he had no idea why.
 
 
“I'm so fucking hard,fuuuck.”
 
 
“Shut your mouth, don't say gross shit like that out loud around me. People are
going to assume I'm a pedophile.”
 
 
“Well...tech—ow! Would you stop hitting me, you ass-ow!” Levi had socked him
for a second time in the stomach and he already knew his belly was more than
likely sporting purple bruises.
 
 
“Stop talking, you piece of shit. Hearing your stupid fucking voice is making
my dick softer than it already is.”
 
 
Ah, god, that tone of voice Levi used on him made him weak to his knees and he
bit his lip again, afraid that he really would let out a wanton moan on mistake
and draw attention to them both. But, they already did look pretty suspicious,
Eren was red in the face and panting like an animal in heat while hiding his
erection behind his hands in a failed attempt to not let anyone see how hard he
was.
 
 
Whining like the brat he was, Eren grumbled out to Levi who was ignoring him,
“Where the hell are we going? I just wanna get my dick wet, why are you making
this difficult?”
 
 
The short man snorted. “You'll get your dick wet alright, you horny little
shit.”
 
 
He made a keening noise in the back of his throat. “I want it so bad--”
 
 
“Will you shut the fuck up already? Fuck.” Levi was getting restless and
nervous, looking around him, making sure that there was nobody else around
besides them. If he got caught doing some crazy, illegal shit like this then
he'd lose his job, his life and end up in jail probably taking it up the ass by
some psychopath named Big Bertha. The thought of that happening made him
shudder in pure disgust and he immediately wiped the scarring image from his
head before he threw up.
 
 
Eren noticed the twisted up facial expression on Levi's face and couldn't help
but laugh at how disturbed he looked. Levi raised a fist, and Eren shut up
quickly, he didn't think his stomach could take another hit and if he got
punched there again he was sure he'd up-chuck what he had eaten earlier before
he even got here.
 
 
They finally came to a stop in front of a plain white door with the words
'Men's Restroom' on it in bold, silver letters. The boy made a noise of
confusion, silently asking why they were about to go inside a bathroom but it
went unnoticed by Levi who was occupied with taking keys out of his pocket,
looking for one key in specific. When he found the key he was looking for, he
moved across the small hallway and over to a brown door with a mop sign on it,
Eren concluded that it was the janitors closet.
 
 
Wait a minute.
 
 
Were they gonna fuck in the janitors closet? Eren frowned deeply at the
thought. First of all, it would be cramped in there since janitors closets
weren't very big and second of all, there'd be a bunch of cleaning supplies and
Eren didn't want to get a whiff of Bleach and Windex as he ass got spread.
 
 
He voiced his concern, “Hey, are we seriously going to...you know in there? How
am I supposed to blow my load to the smell of dirty old mop water and Oxy-
Clean?”
 
 
“Eren.”
 
 
“Yah?”
 
 
“I am honestly trying my hardest not to punch you in the face and give you a
broken nose.” Levi grumbled as he unlocked the door, “And for the last fucking
time; Address me properly or else I'll make you give me fifty push ups, you
brat.”
 
 
Eren could only grin like an idiot at this, “I'll give you fifty push ups on
your dick.” He quirked an eyebrow at Levi who went stiff at his words. Levi
turned around and gave Eren a baffled expression, gray eyes full of confusion.
 
 
“How....that doesn't even make any sen...I hate my fucking job.”
 
 
“Nah, you don't.”
 
 
Levi rolled his stormy eyes as he pulled out a small rectangular box that had a
nice, earthy smell to it and put the object in his pocket then locked the
closet. “Oh, yeah? How do you know what I hate and don't hate?”
 
 
“Because I just do.”
 
 
Levi let out a dry chuckle. “Right. Anyways,” He stepped aside and shoved Eren
roughly into the bathroom, making the boy stumble and fall to the blue and
black stripe tiled floor, Eren grunted at impact. Hissing under his breath
about how sore his elbows were now, Eren eyed the small room around him
cautiously. He still wasn't feeling it, even if the restroom was cleaner than
any bathroom he'd ever stepped in, the thought of doing something sexual in a
public restroom where just about anyone could walk in at any time still didn't
sit well with him.
 
 
“Eren, turn around.” At the sound of the low, sensual voice that echoed off the
tight bathroom walls, Eren quickly did as told and turned around, presenting
his clothed ass to him. He tried to stand up but was stopped by hands that held
him down by his shoulders. Eren shrugged and stayed put on the floor, he wanted
to complain about how his knees were already starting to hurt from the hard
flooring but kept his mouth shut, knowing Levi was getting tired of his
whining.
 
 
“Hands behind your back.” With hesitance, Eren complied, swallowing a heavy
lump of nervousness down as he held his hands out behind him, waiting with
little patience to see what was going to happen next.
 
 
'Click' What the hell was that? His skinny wrist felt something cool and hard
resting snugly against them and his entire body froze once he figured out what
it was around his wrist.
 
 
Fucking handcuffs.
 
 
Wriggling around, Eren begun tugging at the metal wrapped around his wrist and
let out a pained groan at how the cuffs were digging into his bones. “What the
hell is this?”
 
 
Levi snorted at his question, “What do you think it is, kid?” He bent down and
grabbed Eren by his shoulders, turning him around so Eren would be facing in
his direction, he smirked at the angry expression etched across the young boys
face. It was so easy to make Eren angry and while he knew that riling the boy
up was wrong because he really did have anger issues, it was entertaining, in a
way.
 
 
Reaching inside of his deep pocket, he pulled out the tiny box he had taken
from the janitors closet and Eren eyed the tan box with unmasked suspicion as
he asked, “What's in the box?” Levi's lips twitched upwards in amusement at the
question as he ripped the box open.
 
 
“Want to guess what's in the box, Yeager?” Levi bent down till he was face to
face with the flustered boy. “I'll give you a hint; it smells nice.” Eren
cocked his head to the side in confusion and deep thought, what kind of hint
was that?
 
 
It smells nice?
 
The fuck?
 
 
Eren shook his head. “What kind of hint is that? It 'smells nice'? Reall—Omph!”
Next thing he knew, there was a bitter, creamy bar of soap being shoved past
his lips and into his mouth. His eyes went wide and face twisted in disgust as
the awful chemicals reacted with the saliva in his mouth and begun to bubble
and fizz up like it would with water.
 
 
Levi saw the boy pucker his lips, obviously getting ready to spit the pastel
green bar out of his mouth, and he put his hand over his mouth, shoving the bar
in further until he was satisfied with how far it was inside. Eren begun
squirming around on the floor, without the use of his arms he tipped over,
grunting in pain as he landed on his arm the wrong way.
 
 
Shaking his head, Levi took Eren by the collar and fixed him till he was
sitting upright again on his knees, grinning with glee at the intense glare he
was on the receiving end of.
 
 
“What?” He asked with false confusion, using his index finger to tilt Eren's
chin up all the way until he was staring into large sea-green irises. “You said
you wanted me to clean your dirty fucking mouth, didn't you?”
 
 
The boys face turned a lovely shade of rose-petal red, when he tried to speak,
he forgot there was still a bar of soap in his mouth and almost swallowed the
entire thing by accident, coughing up a little bit, saliva already beginning to
escape from the corners of his cupids-bow lips. Levi let out a tiny chuckle and
pulled the bar out just a tad, letting the boy breathe a little easier.
 
 
He stepped back and circled around Eren non-stop, staring with delight at the
stiff, upset teen presented before him.
 
 
Eren was not happy about this situation, not at all. He started to bite down on
the scented bar, teeth digging into the soap until his teeth begun to sink into
it from the amount of force he was using, hoping to break the thing in-half
enough to spit it out without getting Levi's attention, but he noticed anyway,
Levi was always confident and proud of his sharp senses.
 
 
Kicking Eren lightly in the thigh, he growled lowly, “Hey, don't bite on it.
You keep that up you'll end up choking on it and I'm not going to help your
shitty ass when you're laid out on the ground gasping for air. So, I suggest
you stop it before I shove it down your goddamn throat, understood?” Eren could
feel himself getting angrier and angrier by the minute and he started squirming
around like an idiot again, the heavy scent of the soap made his nose twitch
and itch annoyingly and he only grew more and more frustrated when Levi only
stared down at him with little sympathy.
 
 
Giving up on worming around on the ground, he got back up to his knees by
himself and gave the best puppy dog look he could, silently pleading with the
older man to at least let him get a couple words in so he could voice his
opinion. Growing weary of the gross, sickening gleam in Eren's eyes, Levi
complied, removing the soap from his mouth, purposefully making sure the bar
scraped against his teeth, some of the peeled soap now stuck on the back of his
pearly whites.
 
 
Coughing up the scarped off soap and spitting it out to the ground, much to
Levi's chagrin, Eren began yelling, “What the hell!? Soap? You put soap in my
mouth?” Shaking his head in anger, he continued with his rant, “I thought you
were gonna make me blow you, not...put soap in my fucking mouth, you
psychopath!”
 
 
“If I remember correctly, you asked for me to clean your dirty ass mouth out.
Blowing my load in your tiny virgin mouth isn't going to make it very clean,
now is it?” Levi countered.
 
 
Before Eren could say another word, the soap was shoved back into his warm
cavern and Levi grabbed him by his silky brown tresses, yanking roughly until
he was staring right in his eyes.
 
 
“You honestly believed I was going to let you put your filthy, prepubescent
lips on my cock?” He scoffed, “That's not going to happen anytime soon but, if
you do what I say, I'll give you a little reward.” At the word 'reward', the
boy perked up, cocking his head to the side in an innocent gesture, eager to
hear about this whole 'reward' thing.
 
 
Stepping back and allowing the boy to have some room, he barked out in a stern
voice, “Face down, ass in the air.”
 
 
Eren practically quivered in pleasure at the demanding tone in his voice and
complied with his orders quickly, flinching as the cool tile touched his
flustered cheek and he lifted his ass into the air as high as he could, looking
back at the older man with wide, youthful eyes. Levi felt his dick twitch to
life a little at the wanton look in Eren's eyes and he silently cursed his
growing erection to hell. He tugged the boys pants and boxer briefs down all at
once and marveled at the tanned, unblemished flesh.
 
 
Ignoring the growing problem in his pants, he groped one of Eren's surprisingly
plump ass cheeks and squeezed tightly until he heard Eren let out a muffled
whimper. Eren breathed heavily through his nose when he saw Levi remove his
expensive leather belt and shied away from the belt as Levi let the thick
leather touch the around right above his tailbone.
 
 
Levi noticed this with amusement, “Hah? Don't turn all shy on me now, Eren.” He
put one of his hands on Eren's wide hips and tugged him back towards him. “You
get a hit for each time you've disrespected me....and considering how much of a
little shit you are; it's going to be a lot.”
 
 
Thwak!
 
 
Eren inhaled sharply as the first hit was delivered against his ass,
accidentally inhaling the soap deeper into his mouth and coughing lightly.
 
 
“Careful, don't swallow the goddamn thing.” He warned then continued with the
beating.
 
 
Thwak! “M-mmh!” He moaned behind the soap in his mouth. Each hit made him jump
and flinch and try to shy away from the touch only to be dragged back towards
Levi and hit even harder for trying to move away from him.
 
 
It hurt.
 
 
It was painful but the hurt felt so good. He squeezed his eyes tight, panting
rapidly around the bar lodged in his mouth, it was becoming a little hard to
breathe.
 
 
“Can't handle it anymore, huh?” Eren growled childishly at the taunt, the
stinging pain in his ass begged for him to stop and give his inflamed rear a
break but Eren's pride simply would not let that happen. He rapidly shook his
head at the man and glowered at him from below, wishing he could have a word in
but that goddamn soap was in the fucking way.
 
 
Levi saw the desperation in Eren's eyes and sighed dramatically but,
nevertheless, removed the soap from the boys mouth again, finally letting Eren
speak. “I can take it. Give me more...hit me harder, you old fuck.”
 
 
“Watch your fucking mouth, punk.”
 
 
Thawk!
 
 
Eren ignored Levi and whimpered, “Ah-ahah, more, more.”
 
 
“Don't go ordering me around, you shitty brat.” He said in a hoarse voice,
pants uncomfortably tight.
 
 
By the twentieth hit, the boy was close to crying tears of irritation, pleasure
and pain. “Touch me...." He whined. "fucking touch me, dammit!” Levi would
laugh at how Eren thought he was going to boss him around but the intense
pressure in his pants was almost excruciating .
 
 
“That's not how you ask for things. Ask properly and I'll give you your reward,
Yeager.”
 
 
Swallowing down the little bit of pride he had left in him, he pleaded in a
pathetically arousing voice, “P-please, please touch me!” The angry, humiliated
tears burst from his eyes and rolled freely down his flustered cheeks, god this
was embarrassing.
 
 
“Please, what?”
 
 
Eren could only roll his eyes, “Please, sir!” It took a hell of a lot of
courage just to say those two, stupid words.
 
 
Smirking cockily, Levi tugged Eren's underwear and pants back on and flipped
him around, ignoring the sharp hiss from the boy as his bruised behind hit the
chilly floor.
 
 
He brought his foot down on the large tint in the boys pants and dug his heel
into it lightly, carefully adding more and more pressure whenever Eren begged
for it. Levi moved his foot up and down the clothed erection, finding it oddly
cute how Eren's dick twitched each time he rubbed it at just the right angle.
 
 
Eren bucked his hips wildly at the touch, he honestly didn't give a shit if his
dick was being stepped all on, as long as it was being touched that was all
that mattered.
 
 
Levi really wanted to touch his cock but kept his hands to himself, continuing
to prod at the boys clothed erection with his foot.
 
 
Levi swore he could've came in his pants like this stupid fucking kid was about
to do here because of the way Eren's back arched beautifully off the ground and
the way his large irises rolled into the back of his head. Jeez, did it really
feel that damn good? Eren's body was flushed, sweat rolling off his forehead
with fat tear droplets trickling from the corners of his eyes.
 
 
“G-gonna--gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!” Fuck, fuck fuck. It was too much, far too
much for the boy, he had never felt this kind of pleasure before from anyone.
Seriously, believe it or not, Eren was still a virgin, he just watched a lot of
hardcore homosexual porn and was the common horny teenage boy.
 
 
Maybe it was just the fact that he had come to like Levi so much in such a
short amount of time or the dominating aura that the man emitted wherever he
went, hell if he knows.
 
 
When Levi flicked the heel of his boot against the clothed swollen, leaky tip
of Eren's cock, he had the boy practically screaming,“Yeah, fuck yeah, gonna
cum!”
 
 
“You're being too loud, you little shit.” Levi complained, not that he wasn't
enjoying the sounds the boy made it was just that he didn't want anyone to walk
in on them.
 
 
He took the soap from the ledge of the sink, where he left it when he took it
out of the boys mouth, and shoved it back inside the warm, wet cavern again,
much to the annoyance of Eren. A few more harsh prodding with his booted-foot
and Eren was suddenly coming. His hips jerked violently each time a squirt of
white hot ejaculation shot from his cock, soaking his black boxer briefs in the
thick, sticky substance.
 
 
“M-mmhm!” His chest was heaving up and down rapidly, heart thumping a thousand
miles-per-hour and there was nothing but saliva mixed with soapy bubbles
spilling from the corners of his red lips and down onto his shirt, the top of
his shirt drenched in his own slob and soap suds. Levi really should've been
disgusted with the sight because he hated filthy, dirty things which included
saliva and stupid teenage boys but he wasn't because God,if the sight before
him wasn't the hottest most erotic shit he'd ever seen in his entire 35 years
of life then he didn't know what was or what could top it.
 
 
When Eren came down from his orgasmic high, Levi unlocked the handcuffs, took
the soap out of his mouth, and tossed the mandatory uniform Eren was supposed
to be wearing at him, letting the clothing fall flat on Eren's still red and
sweat-covered face. Eren groaned out loud in irritation, his pants were wet and
uncomfortable and after he came back to reality he realized that he still had
an entire month in this hell hole. 
 
 
Levi fixated himself the best he could, pushing down on his still raging boner
and brushing back his unkempt hair neatly and put his belt back on, snapping it
back in place and heading to the door. When he opened it, he turned to Eren
who's face was still being hidden under the uniform, "Now that that's over and
done with; get your ass dressed and head to where you're supposed to be. Try
not to be insubordinate this time, Yeager." 
 
 
Eren raised his hands and flicked Levi off with the both of them, grinning
under the clothing at the scoff he heard from the other man. Just before the
door shut, Eren grumbled, "Ugh, fuck me and my life."
 
 
With an unseen smirk, Levi replied just as the door slammed shut, "Maybe next
time if I see some improvement in that shitty attitude of yours."
 
 
Sitting up so fast that he hurt his neck by accident, nearly giving himself
whiplash, the bland uniform fell off his face and Eren could only stare in
shock and excitement at the words he had just heard come from his Drill
Sergeant's mouth. For a moment, Eren actually thought about at least attempting
to behave.
 
 
But fuck that because being good was for pussies. 
Chapter End Notes
     i'm so mean to Eren, poor bby boy, lol.
     edit 11/28/15: cleaned up a few errors and such. fixed paragraphs,
     too.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
     all of a sudden: ANGST!
     um, the plot is now moving...extremely slowly but surely, sorry about
     that. also, more characters introduced, this will contain a few OC's
     and if you don't like that then get the fuck over it.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
'This is so gross. Gross, gross, gross.' The inside of his boxers, thighs and
pants were stained in his quickly cooling cum and Eren had to hold back the
urge to gag uncontrollably at the nasty feeling of his thighs sticking together
by his own seed. He stood up on wobbly legs and unsteadily made his way towards
a bathroom stall, making sure to lock it since he didn't want any unwelcome
visitors walking in on him, an underage boy wiping his own dick juice off of
himself.
 
“Asshole could've at least given me something to clean myself off with. Now I
have to use their shitty, one-ply tissue, fucking fantastic.” He grumbled under
his breath as he wiped himself down the best he could. There wasn't really
anything he could do with the soiled, damp boxer briefs so he just shrugged and
left them off and put on the tacky cargo pants.
 
Free balling it was.
 
He grabbed the white T-shirt off the toilet seat and put it on quickly then
left the stall to look in a mirror. His hair was unruly, brown locks sticking
out in every possible direction and there was dried saliva and tear stains on
his face.
 
'How attractive.' Eren thought with a roll of his eyes, wetting a cheap, rough
paper towel and using it to wipe the crusty drool and leftover tears from his
face. Once he was done, he threw the paper and his soiled boxers in the trash
and sighed woefully when he stepped out of the bathroom and back into the
hideously boring and plain hallway, he really, reallydid not want to be here.
Call him a bitch or whatever you like but he missed being home and most of all
he missed his mom.
 
That moment with Levi didn't even matter anymore because now he was down in the
dumps at the thought of not being home with his sick mother. He wanted to be
mad, he desperately wanted to be so angry with his mom but he couldn't. He
couldn't ever bring himself to be upset with her, she was the closest person in
the world to him and the only one who didn't treat him like a stupid, ill-
behaved child.
 
“Stop being a pussy, Eren...suck it the fuck up.” He told himself quietly.
There wasn't anything anyone or he could do about this situation.
 
He was going to be here for a full month.
 
Without his phone.
 
Without his dying mother.
 
The second thought worried him, it always did. His mother had been diagnosed
with Leukemia about a year and a half ago; The doctors said without proper
treatment that she'd be dead in 5-6 years. Eren felt his fist clench and
unclench by themselves and he quickly shook his hands to make them stop doing
that because it often did that without him even noticing it.
 
And it scared him.
 
Maybe one source of his anger came from the fact that his mom had to suffer
with that horrible disease because his family couldn't afford it. Sure, Grisha
was a doctor but there was only so much money the man could make.
 
Eren shook his head to clear him off all those thoughts, thinking about them
were making him depressed. He walked through the hall, looking down at his feet
and not at what was in front of him, accidentally running into another person
causing the both of them to fall, Eren hissed at the sharp sting off his still
sore behind.
 
“Watch where you're going—Eren!?” Oh no, Eren knew that disgusting voice from
anywhere. He looked up slowly and let out a loud, over-the-top sigh at the face
of his biggest enemy; Jean, AKA: Horse face.
 
Horse face growled lowly at the loser on the ground before him, “Why are
youhere?” He asked. Eren stood up and wiped the invisible dust off of his
uniform before responding, “Why do you think I'm here, horse shit? What the
hell are you doing all the way back here?” He remembered that Sergeant Levi had
had dragged him pretty far away from prying eyes, so it was suspicious that
Jean would be all the way back here on his own.
 
“Because I can be, fuck-face. Now, answer my question before I beat an answer
out of you.” Jean always wanted to pick a fight with Eren because it was fun
and he never got tired riling the angry boy up since he fell for the bait each
and every time, he wondered if Eren already knew he was just trying to get a
rise out of him.
 
Like he predicted, Eren raised his fist, ready to pummel Jean into the ground
until the memory of his mothers desperate, pale face popped up in his head and
he put his hand down. He didn't want to be in this hell hole longer than he
needed to be and he wanted to see his mother as soon as possible because she
could die any day without warning and if it came down to that then he wanted,
no, neededto be there in her final moments.
 
“Tch, whatever, Jean. Fuck off.” He grumbled, shoving Jean carelessly with his
shoulder as he stalked past him with his head down, leaving the blond-haired
boy standing there in confusion and astonishment. He was going to try his
hardest to behave the best he could for his mom...and for his dad, he guessed.
Eren was tired of being a disappointment in everyone's eyes, especially his
father.
 
He shook his head once again to clear those thoughts and continued to where he
was supposed to be. He followed the directions on the wall to where he was
supposed to be and soon, he was there.
 
Sector-B, room 13.
 
What the hell?
 
The rooms had no doors.
 
Eren cautiously stepped inside of his room and nearly walked out when he saw
how filthy the floors were. The tiles were covered in all sorts of grime, dirt
and other disgusting things;
 
Was he really going to be staying here?
 
Sleeping in these cheap, terribly put together beds?
 
For a whole month?
 
The walls were a dirty, dingy gray and the tiny windows covered by metal bars,
were covered in dirt and dust, so filthy that barely any sunlight could shine
through the stained glass and not to mention how tiny the fucking room was.
 
It looked like no one had been in here for years.
 
Sudden movement startled him and he looked up out of the corner of his eye to
see that blond haired boy he saw earlier whining over his laptop and the
government, he was sitting on filthy ground with his luggage.
 
On the bottom of a bunk opposite of the boy on the other side of the room,
there was another boy with charcoal black hair and a carefree smile on his
lips.
 
...Did he not know where he was?
 
The boy only continued to smile at Eren creepily and he had to tear his eyes
away from his before he got any more uncomfortable and freaked out. On the
bottom bunk was a really tall boy with dark-brown skin and long dreads that
stopped by his shoulders, texting away on his iPhone. He was so tall that his
feet were hanging off the edge off his bed.
 
Shrugging, Eren stepped over to where the kid on the floor was and gave him a
weird look. “Why are you sitting on this dirty ass floor?”
 
The boy nearly jumped out of his skin at the question, stuttering over his own
words, “W-Well, you see, I-I don't know w-which bunk to ch-choose and I didn't
want to get yelled at if I t-took the bunk someone else wanted...” He trailed
off with a light pink blush covering his alabaster skin.
 
Scoffing at his whimpiness, Eren picked the boy up by his arm off the ground.
“Which bunk do you want, kid?” The blond was shaking like a leaf and had fear
in his eyes as Eren questioned him, “M-my names A-Armin--”
 
“I don't fucking care. Just tell me which bunk you want so I can put my shit
down.” Armin yanked himself out of Eren's hold and rubbed at his arm.
 
“You don't have to be so rude, you know?” When all he got was a blank, uncaring
stare from Eren he just climbed to the top bunk, grimacing at the dirty, cheap
comforter on the thin mattress. Eren took a seat on the flimsy bed and crossed
his arms, looking at all the other people he was going to be rooming with.
 
Well, everyone here looked pretty normal, no one looked like thugs or anything,
besides that asshole Jean who was standing in the doorway with a smug grin on
his shitty face.
 
Because fuck him.
 
The silence was making Eren squirm and he decided to break it, “So...what are
you guys in here for?” Everyone gave him a calculating stare for such a long
time that Eren thought no one was going to talk until that creepy kid said
something,
 
“I have a lot of sex.”
 
…...
 
…...
 
…...
 
“What?”
 
Who the hell got sent off to Boot Camp for having a lot of sex? “Why're you
even here? There's nothing wrong with getting your dick wet, man.” He said.
 
“Hmm...it's probably a problem since I have a preference for older men and
slept with three of my teachers and got them all fired.” He said with the same,
unchanging smile on his face. Armin sat up in his bed and gaped at the other,
“You got three of your teachers fired!? How can you just say that with such a
look on your face? You ruined three peoples lives!”
 
He shrugged then yawned, “They did it to themselves. I didn't tell them to go
around bragging about it on social media.” Okay, well, Eren guessed he did have
a point there. 
 
“Oh, my names Marco, by the way. Yours?”
 
“Uh...Eren.”
 
Marco shot Eren a kind, friendly smile. “Cool. What about you, blondie?”
 
Armin squirmed around on his mattress. “I-its Armin.” They all stared at him
until he continued, “I'm in here for hacking.”
 
“Fucking nerd.” Jean muttered and nearly got a laugh out of Eren but he
controlled himself, Eren would never laugh at anything that came out of that
horses mouth. Armin obviously wanted to retort, mouth opening and closing
multiple times like a fish before he just groaned dejectedly and gave up.
 
The next that spoke was the boy with dreads, “Uh, my names Trent. I set six
trashcans on fire at school and got expelled.” At the looks being directed
towards him, he could only let out a chuckle, “What? I like watching things
burn.”
 
Note to self: Stay on Trent's good side.Eren told himself, he'd keep his
distance from that guy because being set on fire was not something he was very
fond of.
 
“....Okay, then.” He muttered awkwardly.
 
An odd, unsettling silence settled over the room and Eren went back to looking
at the gross floor beneath his feet.
 
“Stand up.” Everyone's attention turned to the low, mysterious voice that came
out of nowhere and Eren nearly shit himself once he realized it was Sergeant
Levi who said it, standing in the doorway in all his 5'3 glory.
 
The boy all scrambled to stand up, backs straight and tense. Eren gazed over to
Armin who was shaking like a leaf, clutching the pole to their bunk bed for
dear life. Although the man was short, his presence was strong and intimidating
and for some odd reason Eren found that attractive even though his and Levi's
personalities were very, very different. Usually, Eren was the one who liked
being in control of things but he didn't know why he would easily just let Levi
do what he wanted with him.
 
Levi walked down the room, looking the at the boys up in down, glaring in
disapproval at all of them with a hint of mild disgust, Eren almost laughed at
the offended look that crossed his face when he saw Trent texting away on his
phone, Eren had no idea how he had managed to sneak past security with that on
him.
 
“You.” Trent looked up from his phone with a bored expression, clearly
irritated by being interrupted in the middle of a text.
 
“What do you wa—woah!” Levi had the tall boy by the collar of his shirt,
yanking on it till he was face to face with his.
 
'Pfft, he's so fucking small.' Eren giggled to himself.
 
“What's your name, kid?”
 
“Uh..it's Tre--”
 
“Just kidding, I don't give a shit about your name.” He said, yanking the
iPhone out of his unsuspecting hands and pocketing it before he spoke up once
more, “A little birdie told me you like setting shit on fire, that true?”
 
Looking around with an uncomfortable expression on his face, Trent scratched
the back of his neck and nodded dumbly. “....Er, yeah.”
 
The look in Levi's sharp stormy eyes could kill, “Well, guess what, Trent,” He
growled the last part so lowly that Eren almost missed it, “those trashcans you
lit on fire aren't the only thing that's going to be burning once I'm done with
you.” That was the first time anyone had saw Trent's face show another
expression on his face, rather than his usual bored look, his eyes clearly
showed fear.
 
Levi took his hands off of him and moved on to Marco who could only smile down
at him like a moron, the carefree look on his face nearly threw him off but he
kept his composure. “You like taking dicks up the ass, kid?”
 
Marco grinned at Levi and the calmness on the boys freckled face only further
pissed him off, it looked like he was going to be dealing with a tough crowd,
this time.
 
Jeez, these kids were weird as fuck.
 
He grabbed Marco's cheeks and squeezed them until he was making one of those
stupid fish faces like children did to be silly. "Clench those ass cheeks and
stop being a slut." Everyone in the room was almost one-hundred percent
positive that you weren't allowed to speak to them like that, seriously, who
the fuck was giving this place permission to run?
 
Armin was next.
 
'Oh, boy...' Eren thought, he wanted to give the boy a pat on the back but
stopped himself from doing so, since when did he give a shit about others?
Armin and Levi were around the same height so the narrow eyed man could look
the boy straight in the face without having to do anything.
 
"Why the fuck are you hacking into shit, you pissy brat?" The blond looked
around the room nervously, he couldn't bring himself to stare the other right
in the face, it was far too intimidating and scary for him. When he spoke, his
voice was low and shaky, "I--I just want everyone to know how corrupt our
govern--" 
 
"Stop. Just...stop. Kid, everyone knows how corrupt our shitty ass government
is, it's just that nobody really gives a shit and accepts it." At the look on
Armin's face, you could tell that he sorta agreed with Levi and that what he
said was true. The blond boy shuffled around awkwardly and hung his head low.
"Y-yeah, I guess you're right." Levi snorted, "You guess I'm right? I am right.
I'm always right." 
 
'What a load of steaming horse shit..' Eren said in his head. He hated when
adults did that shit, always claiming to be right around every goddamn thing
like they were some God or something, it really ticked him off. Levi moved on
to Jean, scolding the stupid horse about vandalism, starting fights for no
reason and treating his mom like shit, it made Eren's blood boil at the last
one. How could he treat his mother like shit? He'd met his mom before, although
she didn't particularly care for him because he and her son were rivals, his
mother was a kind and gentle woman who wouldn't hurt a fly. 
 
Whilst in deep thought, Eren didn't notice that Levi was in front of him until
the man yanked him down by the collar of his shirt and whispered in his ear,
"Don't think that just because I got you off earlier that I'm going to treat
you any differently, we don't have favorites here, you understand me?" Eren
grinned from ear to ear at this and whispered back with a whorish moan, "Oh,
yeah?" 
 
Levi reeled back away from him so quick it startled everyone, the bright fire-
truck red blush that spread from his cheeks and all the way up to his ears was
satisfying for Eren and he could only smirk and bite his bottom lip and laugh
at the small man, who knew it'd be so easy to make him so flustered? He'd have
to do that more often if he was going to get that kind of reaction out of Levi.
"You know what? I was going to let you all off the hook and give you actual
cleaning supplies to clean up this nasty ass room but, thanks to this piece of
shit; You all will have to scrub this floor clean with toothbrushes instead of
the mops and brushes I had for you." 
 
All the boys turned towards him and glared daggers into Eren and he only
shrugged at them, he didn't  give a shit if anyone liked him here or not, he
wasn't here to make friends and it's not like he was a very likable person,
anyway. Levi stomped out of the door with his shoulders back and head held high
and disappeared for a few minutes then returned with two buckets of water mixed
with bleach, a cup full of toothbrushes. 
 
"Ha, you look fucking stupid." Eren laughed childishly at his joke when he saw
Levi, that man had a small mask covering his face and big yellow gloves, it
just looked really fucking dumb. Trent and Marco also laughed with him but
stopped immediately at the stare of death and despair in Levi's eyes. 
 
"Eren."
 
"Yo."
 
If this were a cartoon there'd be smoke steaming from Levi's small ears. "You
get to clean the toilets as well for that smart ass remark." At the look of
pure disbelief on the boys tanned face, Levi smirked with satisfaction and set
the supplies down before walking back to the door and as he strolled out he
yelled,
 
"I want these floors clean in an hour flat. If they aren't you sleep without a
bed for the first day; good luck."
Chapter End Notes
     hmm...not sure how long this will be, i am predicting about 8-10
     chapters..possibly more with all the shit i have planned out for
     this.
     i just want you all to know that even though i don't reply to your
     comments that i do read them and i appreciate them a whole fucking
     lot like you have nooo idea, i legit wail like a t-rex when i see a
     new comments. so yeah, thanks, guys. :) BTW, i am doing a time-skip
     next chapter so i can get the plot moving faster.
     edit 11/28/15: cleaned up a few errors and such.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Summary
     Eren's having a few issues with himself.
Chapter Notes
     ***Please read!!!!***
     its been a while since i've updated.
     like 10 months, ayeee lmao. B)
     -ducks from all the weapons and rotten food being thrown at me-
     i'm sorry!! ;W; i just lost inspiration for this fanfic for a while
     and didn't know where i was going with it, tbh but now i am
     back!!!!!!!!!
     a few new changes to the fic you all need to know:
     *i raised Eren's age, he's seventeen now. (wooow, a whole two
     years!!!!!!//sarcasm)
     *when i first started writing this it was just going to be straight
     up PWP but i've changed my mind and i would like to make this fic a
     little more than about just fucking (don't worry, there will be some
     hot gay action going on. plenty of it ʕ◉ᴥ◉ʔ )
     this chapters kind of on the serious side, i'm going more into depth
     about Eren's issues and such. :>
     i'll shut up now!!!
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This was horrible.
 
'I want to go home.' Eren thought grumpily. It had been only one week into this
shitty boot camp and he was already thinking of an escape plan to get the fuck
out of here. His back ached and he was tired of getting dirty looks from his
bunk mate and the other boys who he shared a room with just because they all
had to sleep on the dirty floor since they didn't clean up that filthy room in
time.
 
At first, Eren honestly thought that Levi was kidding because making them sleep
on that disease-ridden floor was a bit too much.
 
Boy, was he wrong.
 
He and a few other men came in and took away their mattress's, leaving the boys
with nothing but the cheap metal bed frame and the gross covers. All night
there was nothing but whining and complaining, most of it was directed at Eren
since he was the one who got them into this predicament in the first place.
 
God, he wanted to go home.
 
“This fucking sucks.” He grumbled angrily as he picked at the disgusting food
on his tray, it was supposed to be 'meatloaf' and 'mashed potatoes' but to be
honest, the meat looked like a flat piece of shit and the potatoes, ugh, don't
even get him started on the fucking potatoes. He glanced up to see a brunette
girl scarfing down the mashed potatoes with unreal speed and cringed in
disgust.
 
Well, it looked like some people enjoyed the food, he guessed.
 
He was sitting in the cafeteria alone at a table far off in a secluded corner,
none of the people he shared a room with wanted to sit with him, they were
still a bit salty over having to sleep on the floor for the first day but it
wasn't like Eren gave a damn if they liked him or not. As he stated earlier, he
wasn't here to make friends or be buddy-buddy with them; he was here to get his
'problems' fixed.
 
He picked at his food for another couple of minutes before he grew bored and
threw the gross lunch away. He couldn't leave the cafeteria until lunch time
was over, he learned that the hard way the first time he came in here. He was
slammed on his back by one of the security officers for trying to walk out but
how as he supposed to know when nobody told him? He rubbed his lower back and
winced, that slam really did a number on him.
 
He looked around the area with large sea-green eyes, scanning the place to see
if he could find someone he knew. He spotted Jean (no way in hell was he
sitting next to that jackass) and Marco sitting together, seemingly having a
funny chat when he saw Marco laugh loudly, making the horse blush and scratch
the back of his neck nervously. It was almost like..they were..flirting?
 
Eren gagged a little bit at the thought, God, the thought of Jean dating anyone
was horrifying and he wasn't sure that guy ever had a date in his life because
of his ugly face...who the fuck would want to kiss that? Not him, that's for
sure.
 
“Oi! You're standing in front of my seat. Move.” Who the hell was that talking
to him in that tone? It was clearly a female but Eren could feel his anger
rising anyway. Now, he didn't go around hitting girls but if she pissed him off
and they somehow got into a fist fight he'd give her a few warnings before
striking back.
 
He turned around quickly to give the girl a piece of his mind. “Who the fuck
are you? Is your name written on this seat?” The girl with mid-length onyx hair
stared with wide almond-shaped eyes at Eren and a blush quickly spread across
her cheeks.
 
“I—I....” Her face only grew redder the longer Eren stared at her and he began
to feel uncomfortable at the flustered look on her face. What the hell was her
problem?
 
'Girls are so weird...' He thought.
 
Suddenly, her face turned serious and expressionless again. “Move.”
 
Eren scowled at her but got out of the way and went back to his seat, he wasn't
in the mood for arguing with anyone right now. He slumped into the
uncomfortable plastic chair and stared up at the white ceiling while he thought
his life over.
 
He was a disappointment to not only his family, but to everyone he knew. No one
respected him and all the kids and teachers at his school were afraid of him,
Hell, some of them would even turn and walk the other way if he were walking in
their direction. His mom was always in the hospital and sure, he could go to
her to talk but sometimes she'd get so ill that she'd be unable to speak,
knocked out cold from all the medicine they were pumping into her veins.
 
Talking to his father was out of the question; The man hated him, he was sure
of it.
 
He had nobody to go to.
 
He was all alone.
 
His brooding was cut short when a tray hit the table, clunking loudly against
the metal surface. He tried to ignore whoever it was sitting across from him,
probably another loser like himself who had no where else to sit. After a few
uncomfortable minutes of silence, his curiosity got the better of him and he
glanced up, eyes widening at the man who was seated there, eating what looked
like a homemade meal, casually with a blank look on his hard features.
 
“....Levi—ow!” A foot connected with his shin from beneath the table and he
groaned in pain as he rubbed his aching leg. The man didn't once look up from
his food as he spoke. “That's Sergeant Levi, how many times do I have to
fucking say this before it gets through your thick skull?”
 
Eren stuck his tongue out childishly at him. “Whatever.”
 
Five more minutes passed before Eren saw Levi put his knife and fork down and
wipe his face with a handkerchief. He looked Eren in the eyes for a few moments
before asking, “Did you eat anything?”
 
He shot Levi an irritated look. “Umm, no not really. Why do you care?”
 
The short man rolled his stormy silver eyes and reached inside his lunchpack,
tossing a sandwich at the boy, Eren barely managed to catch it. He eyed the
sandwich suspiciously then glared at Levi from across the table. “I don't need
your charit--”
 
“Just shut the fuck up and eat the food. I know you didn't eat anything and I
don't blame you, the food here looks like it came from a fucking sewer.
Besides, you're going to need the energy for the exercises I have planned for
you and your shitty friends today.”
 
“I don't have any friends.” He mumbled under his breath. This got him a
confused expression from the older man but Levi didn't speak up on it and for
that, Eren was grateful. Instead, Levi just shrugged his broad shoulders and
went back to eating the rest of his food.
 
Eren still hadn't eaten the sandwich.
 
“Will you eat the fucking sandwich already?”
 
“I don't want to eat your sandwich.”
 
Wrong thing to say because soon, the sandwich was shoved halfway down his
throat, how in the Hell that man managed to snatch the sandwich from him,
unwrap it and shove it in his mouth so quickly was unknown to the boy. He
gagged slightly on it before he finally took a large bite and swallowed some of
it, it was surprisingly really good.
 
“Hurry up and finish eating, you have ten minutes before you'll be called out
to the yard for standard procedure.” Levi informed him while putting his trash
on his empty tray and standing. Eren sighed quietly, watching Levi's back as he
walked away and out of the cafeteria. He ate a little slower, it wasn't like he
was trying to be there on time, the longer he sat here the more he'd miss and
the less he had to deal with all the hateful stares he got from everyone here.
                                        
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“Pick up the pace, you fucking shitheads! I've seen elderly ladies run faster
than you!” Levi shouted. These kids were pathetic and severely out of shape, it
was only their second time running around the field and a lot of them were
already sweating gallons and out of breath.
 
When that blond boy tripped over his own two feet and fell into a puddle of
muddy water, Trent hadn't been paying attention and tripped over him and fell
down too, Levi face-palmed and sighed for what must've been the twentieth time
today.
 
'I fucking hate kids.'
 
He blew his whistle sharply, causing all the other boys that were still running
around the field to stop and run over to him with boggled looks on their faces.
The small blond boy struggled to get out of the dirty water and thick mud and
trudged over to Levi with slouched shoulders and a look of pure exhaustion on
his face.
 
“Armin.”
 
The boy perked up immediately and saluted Levi with a shaky hand. “Sir, yes
sir!” Levi observed the boy, there were bruises on his elbows and filth covered
him from head to toe, Levi frowned in disgust. He might as well cut afternoon
training early today, it didn't look like the boys were taking this very
seriously, he'd have something in store for them later tonight.
 
He was ready to scold the boy for being a clumsy, shitty brat but a deep,
hearty chuckle from behind him startled him. “Aren't we missing someone?” The
small man turned around to look at Erwin with confusion then turned back to the
lineup, counting in his head all the boys in line.
 
'One, two, three, four....'
 
Eren.
 
He wasn't there.
 
“That little shit.” He growled through gritted teeth with clenched fist. A few
of the boys cowered in fear at Levi, thinking that they did something wrong and
that they were going to be punished.
 
“Erwin, you take over practice until I get that little fucker, he is so going
to get it, I swear to fuck.” Before Erwin could tell him that he had his own
group of kids to deal with, Levi took off running back into the building in
search of the boy.
 
He thought he could just skip out on their daily afternoon routine?
 
He didn't fucking think so.
 
He searched in the room he was staying in with the other kids, going over to
Eren's bunk looking under his covers and under all the beds to see if the
little trouble-maker was there, if he thought he was going to get away with
skipping then he was severely mistaken. Not only that, but Hanji (one of the
therapist that worked here) had came to Levi a day ago and told him that Eren
had never showed up to any of their scheduled sessions and was a bit worried
about him.
 
After checking there he left and went back into the cafeteria only to find that
it was empty, lunch had ended about twenty minutes ago.
 
“Stupid kid wasting my time, when I see him I'm going to--”
 
“Ow, get the fuck off of me, you giant asshole!”
 
Oh.
 
He knew that voice from anywhere.
 
Levi smirked and ran towards the sound of the voice. There Eren was being
manhandled by two security guards. Levi watched with amusement as Eren kicked,
screamed and squirmed around in their strong hold, no matter how much he
flailed around, it was impossible to get out of their grip.
 
“I'll fucking kill you, you bald headed piece of shit!” Levi decided it was
time to step in when he saw the boys face becoming redder and redder with
anger, he didn't want the little shit to pass out from over-overexertion. He
walked forward until he was in the two security guards line of vision and stood
there till one of them noticed his presence.
 
The 'bald headed piece of shit' as Eren called him, caught Levi's eye and
immediately dropped the struggling boy and saluted with his back straight and
voice firm, “Seagrent Levi, sir!” The other guard looked a bit annoyed that he
was now the only one trying to keep the boy under control but nevertheless,
saluted Levi (quite sloppily since Eren was still squirming around like a fish
out of water) and repeated the words the other guard said.
 
“Sir, what can we do for you?”
 
Levi's lip quirked up. “I've actually been looking for the little punk in your
hands. I'll be taking him now, thank you.” There was no argument, the guards
just shrugged and handed Eren over, roughly shoving the brunet into Levi's
awaiting arms and walking back to their post.
 
An annoyed sigh left the older man's lips as he stared at Eren who was
attempting to set him on fire with the intense glare he was shooting his way.
“Tried to skip out on procedure today, huh?”
 
Eren broke eye contact with him, instead finding the white walls around him far
more interesting than what Levi had to say.
 
Levi tried a different approach. He put a finger under Eren's chin and lifted
it so that he was looking directly into those large, expressive teal-green eyes
and spoke with a low, husky voice, “What did I tell you about your behavior?”
 
“Fuck you....fucking asshole, I'm not in the mood.” His moody response had the
older man worried, usually Eren was a playful, annoying little shit but right
now...his lack of enthusiasm was a bit odd to him.
 
“Someone told me you haven't been going to your therapy sessions either, that
true?” A dark scowl and an eye roll confirmed what Levi asked, he sighed and
let Eren go completely.
 
Levi scratched the back of his neck and Eren just stared off into space with a
blank expression on his youthful face.
 
The silence was making him uncomfortable and he really didn't know what to say.
 
Teenagers are so fucking moody.
 
“Uhh, do you—do you want to, I don't fucking know, talk about it?”
 
Okay, wow.
 
'That was fucking terrible, good job, Levi.' He scolded himself in his mind. He
couldn't help it, he was very socially awkward when it came to talking about
feelings and counseling wasn't his job, goddammit!
 
Eren's posture was stiff and defensive, he had his fist clenched and Levi could
tell that he was gritting his teeth in frustration because of how tight his jaw
looked. He was trying to act tough and cover up what he was really feeling on
the inside, that much Levi could tell. He's been working at this boot camp with
teens like him for about seven years now, and even if he was a little weird
about mushy emotions and stuff, he wasn't an oblivious moron.
 
“Don't look down on me....” Eren growled.
 
A soft sigh left his thin lips. “I'm not—Eren, put your fist down.” He spoke
calmly (something he didn't do very often) when the boy raised a shaky fist at
him, he didn't want to have to use any force on the boy, not when he was this
close to an emotional breakdown.
 
Eren remembered the scared, sad look on his mothers face when he threw a
tantrum about being sent off to this shit-hole and, reluctantly, put his hand
down, letting out a shaky breath, trying to slow his rapid breathing and
thumping heart.
 
God, he really, reallywanted to punch something, he didn't know what to do with
all these pent up, negative emotions.
 
He looked up when he heard Levi's heavy footsteps, the man was walking in the
other direction away from him and to be honest, he wasn't surprised.
 
No one wanted to put up with him.
 
“What the fuck are you doing, you idiot? Come on.”
 
“H-huh?” He stuttered in utter shock and confusion.
 
“We're going to my office where we can continue this conversation in private.”
 
Even though he felt extremely shitty, he still managed a lecherous smirk and
wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at the older man.
 
“Get your head out of the gutter, you shitty little pervert.”
 
“I'll put my head in your pant—ow! Ow, okay!” The boy managed a small laugh
through his pained grunt (Levi socked him in the stomach again) and followed in
step behind the shorter man.
 
Although annoyed, Levi couldn't lie and say he wasn't glad to see a smile on
the idiots face again.
Chapter End Notes
     the boot camp is for boys and girls but the only time they really see
     each other is during lunch and when they have free time, so they're
     pretty much separated from each other about 95% of the time. also, i
     might be going through the older chapters and changing a few more
     things, so be on the lookout for that!
     i also want to know if anyone's still enjoying this?? if not then i
     don't think i'll be continuing this fic and i'll move on to some
     other things i have planned. so, let me know!!
     (*ゝ(ェ)･)ﾉ.｡o○
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Notes
     no excuses for this chapter being super late, i'm just a lazy loser
     with no motivation. ;A;
     i have another acc here on Ao3: Elysian_Dell. I have 1 work up there
     (it is Ereri, don't worry but it's super dark) so if anyone wants to
     go give it a read then please do so! :)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The walk to Levi's office was long and silent. The only sound were the harsh
thump of his heavy, leather combat boots and Eren's shallow breathing.
 
He was having second thoughts now that he thought the situation over. Was he
really that comfortable enough with Levi to talk about his...feelings? Eren
cringed at that, feelings weren't something that was he liked talking about.
 
He looked down at his hands and noticed that they were shaking and shoved them
into the pockets of his cargo-pants, keeping his face down and staring blankly
at the shiny tiles below his feet. How was he supposed to talk about this? He's
never actually had a face-to-face conversation with anyone about how he was
feeling but his mother and that only happened maybe once or twice.
 
'Maybe...maybe this is a bad idea..' His stomach started to churn when Levi
came to a stop in front of what was obviously his office, the sound of clinking
keys didn't help his sudden upset stomach, either. His quivering hands shot up
to his heart that was beating at an alarmingly unhealthy rate and his breath
became shallow.
 
Levi stopped trying to find the right key to his office when he heard Eren's
short, quick pants and rushed over to the boy that was clearly having a panic
attack. He tried putting his hand on Eren's shoulder but was smacked away by
the young boy.
 
“D-don't fucking put your h-hands on me.”
 
Levi had to remember that Eren was out of it right now in order to stop himself
from backhanding the little shit and tried calming him down. “Eren.”
 
“What!?” He shouted as he fell to his knees, hand still clutched over his heart
and breathing erratic.
 
“Eren, you're having a panic attack, you need to calm down.”
 
“Fuck off!” Eren started lashing out against him and Levi had no choice but to
restrain him with his arm locked behind him and up against the nearest wall
when he received a hard, solid punch in the side of the head from the teen.
 
“Eren, you're fine. Just calm down and breathe, alright?” At those words spoken
gently into his ear, he started calming down instantly, and his breathing
became even after only a minute or two.
 
“Get off, I'm fine now...” He mumbled lowly and Levi let him out of his strong
hold. He rubbed at his sore arm with a deep frown and glared angrily at Levi
who could only roll his eyes at the stubborn boy and went back to looking for
the right key to the door.
 
“Ungrateful little shit...” He grumbled under his breath, he could've just left
him there gasping for air but he's not that much of an asshole, contrary to
popular belief. What worried him was how the panic attack seemingly came out of
nowhere, he'd have to talk to Hanji about it as soon as possible.
 
He finally found the correct key and unlocked the door, pushing it open and
gesturing for Eren to come inside. His large, green eyes looked into the
office, back to Levi then back into the office once again before he shrugged
and stepped into the room with caution. He observed his surroundings and rolled
his eyes at all the medals and plaques that hung on the wall.
 
Levi moved past Eren and set his keys down before taking a seat behind his
desk. He messed around with some of the stray papers all over his desk and put
them in a neat pile. As much as he wanted to tidy up, he'd have to sort through
those later because right now he couldn't do that with a short-tempered
teenager glaring at him like he was the enemy.
 
Levi did his best not to sigh in frustration as Eren just sat there in silence.
 
Maybe he was waiting for Levi to say something first?
 
“Go on: talk.” He said simply and leaned forward, showing Eren that he had all
of his full, undivided attention.
 
Eren squirmed around in his seat and avoided eye contact with the drill
sergeant as his face heated up in what was clearly embarrassment.
 
What was he supposed to say?
 
Well, he knew what he wanted to say but every time he opened his mouth, a
choked up whimper was all that came out, his throat felt clogged and dry.
 
This was embarrassing as fuck.
 
“U-uhm...I—I um?” This was so incredibly awkward and uncomfortable for him, he
never let anyone see his tough-guy facade break and the world was coming down
so fast around him, too fast that he couldn't even make complete sentences.
There were tears of frustration and anger building up in the corners of his
eyes and his hands gripped the arms of the wooden chair he sat in until they
turned white.
 
A little over five minutes past and Eren looked up, surprised to see that Levi
was still giving him all of his attention, an encouraging almost-smile on his
thin lips. He put his head down again, unruly hair covering his face as he
finally got a decipherable few words out of his mouth, “I—I tried, y'know?”
 
Levi instantly perked up and nodded at Eren, silently telling him to continue
and elaborate on what he had just said.
 
The teen breathed in deeply through his nose and out his mouth as he continued,
the words just poured out all at once and once he started, he couldn't stop.
 
“I tried to be a good boy, I really, really did! I don't like disappointing
anyone and as much as I don't like my dad sometimes; I don't hate him! Even
though he looks at me in disapproval all the time, I can't. I can't bring
myself to hate that bastard!” His fist shook as he shot up from his chair and
stomped around the room.
 
“I'm trying my hardest, Levi. I really am! But I can't. Being a g-good boy
isn't something I can do, okay!? I'm a bad kid, a horrible person. A shitty
teenager with too many goddamn issues to even count on my fingers!” His face
was drenched in tears, red with anger but his eyes showed that he was nothing
but lost and afraid.
 
He didn't know what he was doing anymore.
 
He stopped pacing around the room and plopped down carelessly in the seat he
had previously occupied, staring blankly at the floor, he was emotionally
drained.
 
Levi rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and stared up at the ceiling, he was
trying to gather his thoughts and put them into words without sounding like an
idiot. He wanted to help Eren but to be honest, he wasn't good with talking
about feelings and all that other mushy shit but he couldn't back out now, nor
was he ever going to; Eren needed his support and he was going to get it, no
matter how uncomfortable it made him.
 
“Listen, Eren...That's not true. I know you can improve, okay? I've dealt with
plenty of kids like you, you have potential. You aren't a bad kid--”
 
“...No”
 
Levi stopped talking and brought his gaze back to Eren. “No?”
 
The teen abruptly stood up from the wooden chair and shook his head at Levi.
“What do you know? Look at you, you haven't had to deal with shit, you've
probably been perfect all your life! So what the fuck would you know?!”
 
Eren let out a dry, humorless laugh and gave Levi a stiff smile. “You could
never understand. I'm out of here, fuck this place and fuck you.” With that, he
picked up the chair he was sitting in previously and raised it over his head.
 
Levi stood up quickly from his seat and held his hands up, trying to move
cautiously from behind his desk and convince Eren to put that goddamn chair
down. He rose an eyebrow at Eren as he took slow, small steps and spoke in a
hushed, calm tone, “....Eren, put the chair down.”
 
Eren smirked. “Would a good boy do this?” He swung his arms forward and Levi
ducked just in time as the chair flew over his head and smashed the only window
in the room out. Levi grit his teeth in pain as a few shards of broken glass
sliced up his skin; This kid had lost his fucking mind.
 
Levi grimaced at the large shard of glass that was lodged in his upper arm,
that was going to be a bitch to get out.
 
Eren was just hopping out of the broken window when Levi looked back up, he
gave Levi a cheeky wink then ran for the hills as if his life depended on it.
Which it did because when Levi got his hands on that kid he was going to
seriously fuck his shit up for damaging the property and getting him injured.
 
“Crazy little shit thinks he can get the best of me? I'm going to fucking kill
him!” Levi growled through gritted teeth.
 
He held one hand over the wound on his arm and ran over to his desk, hitting a
large red button underneath the desk to sound the alarm. Two guards ran into
Levi's office a few moments later and their eyes widened in surprise at the
broken window and wounded man glaring at them.
 
“Why are you morons just standing there and staring at me as if I've got two
heads?" Levi knocked the lamp off of his desk out of pure frustration as he
yelled at the two confused men, "Go get the fucking kid! And don't bother
taking him to one of the time out cells; Make sure you bring him directly to
me.”
 
Chapter End Notes
     he is in so much trouble, omg.
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