Point of Contact

And so began the most painfully wonderful week of Eren's life.

Eren quickly found out it was a very bad idea to start this war with Rivaille. But at the same time, it just wasn't an option to back down anymore. He was almost positive the two of them were weirding out the other employees. Between the snickers the two got whenever they were anywhere close to each other, and the bits and pieces Eren caught of their hushed whispers, he was able to figure out exactly what they were betting on.

He didn't know what was more insulting: the fact that they were taking bets on his sex life at all or the fact that there were more bets on the losing side.

He chose to ignore it. Unfortunately, he couldn't ignore everything that was going on in the office. That Thursday Rivaille had announced a "casual-wear Friday", which sounded innocent enough-

Until Rivaille strutted out of the house in the tightest pair of jeans Eren had ever seen in his life.

But it didn't end there, because Eren was stubborn. It wasn't a completely lost war, anyway - Eren had his wins too. Far more subtle though they were thanks to Rivaille's excellent poker face, he seemed to have a weak spot for off-hand comments and innuendos.

The only way you could tell was by the way he averted his gaze, and if Eren was lucky, smiled just the smallest bit.

He was torn. Part of him wanted to demand that they end this right now because he wasn't sure how much more he could take, and the other part of him wanted to continue this until Rivaille was the one who broke first.

Going at this rate, though, that would be a long, long time.

He tongued at the empty plastic water bottle that he was too lazy to throw away as they sat on the dark leather couch in the living room together, Rivaille watching him idly. He looked bored as ever.

Dammit, why didn't these things ever seem to faze him? Eren angrily bit down on the plastic. Rivaille made a face and turned away.

Oh. Maybe he was watching a little closer than he thought.

"By the way. I'm going out tonight, so don't throw any massive parties." Rivaille said, leaning forward. Eren sent him a surprised look.

"Going out? Where?"

"To a place where little kids can't come." he replied, sending Eren an annoyed look. "I'll be back in a couple of hours."

Eren shrugged, turning back toward the TV. It wasn't any of his business what Rivaille did in his spare time. As a matter of fact, that went both ways. Maybe he'd go out, too! He was sure Armin wouldn't mind him stopping by. It'd been awhile since the two of them hung out, Mikasa excluded. He could go for a little bro-time.

He barely glanced up as Rivaille left the house, shutting the door behind him. Grabbing his phone from the side-table, he picked himself up off the couch and headed toward the door himself.

x

"You're such a priss. Drinking wine at a bar!" Hanji mocked Rivaille affectionately as she took another swig of her beer. He rolled his eyes, ignoring the jazzy music playing in the background. As much as he enjoyed this bar for the laid back atmosphere and lack of obnoxious kids, the music was almost intolerable.

"More like cultured."

Even the blond man seated next to Hanji looked rather amused at the other man's drink choice. Hanji's eyes flicked from the wine, to Levi, to finally grin at the blond.

"So, Irvin, have you heard about Rivaille's room-mate?" She smirked at the two from across the round table. "Just thought maybe you'd like to be caught up on what all has happened."

"Room-mate?" Irvin gave Rivaille a curious glance. That was certainly a twist on Rivaille's character. "Are you running low on funds?"

He snorted. "That kid couldn't pay me a penny. Maybe I should start docking his pay, though. Like taking monthly rent out of his paycheck."

"He works for you?" Irvin almost looked concerned. Rivaille waved him off.

"It's not like that, anyway. His apartment burnt down and like the idiot kid he is he didn't have any insurance to cover it. He's moving out as soon as he gets back on his feet."

Hanji snorted obnoxiously, earning a glare from Rivaille. She ignored him.

"Oh, that's cute! You should see it, Irv. Get those two together in the same room and it's like the air stills." she drummed her her fingers against the table. "Seriously, Rivaille, cut the kid some slack. Blue-balling him like that is gonna be the end of him."

Rivaille shrugged. "I'm not the only one doing it."

"Those pants you were wearing should not have been legal."

Irvin smiled, amused. Sounds like it was fun back at the office. He was almost beginning to regret leaving the company - but he had his own things to take care of anyway. "How old is this kid?"

"Nineteen? Wipe that look off of your face, Irvin." Rivaille took a sip of his wine. "You too, four-eyes, before I snap those glasses of yours. I'm not making any moves on him until he comes on to me first."

She snorted. "All I'm saying is, one of these days that tension is gonna snap and I really hope it's not when I'm around."

x

Eren came back late. As late as he could, anyway, before Armin just flat-out kicked him out. Half of him hoped that Rivaille would be there, ready to ask where he had went and why he didn't give any indication that he was leaving.

But despite it being almost midnight, his boss was nowhere to be found. Eren flopped back down on the couch, turning on the TV. He didn't care. Rivaille could stay out as long as he wanted.

... But he'd lay here for the time being. It wasn't like he was tired.

He flipped through the channels idly, amazed by just how many different stations there were. Rivaille scrolled through the guide like there was never anything good on TV, not even stopping to read the titles. He had 900 channels, there had to be something worth watching. Eren hadn't even known that many different stations existed. It took him almost two weeks just to figure out how to use the remote to do more than turn the volume up and down.

It was jarring, the way he went from being poor to suddenly living like a king. He could cook expensive meals whenever he wanted to. Eren could go into the kitchen right now and make filet mignon if he so desired. He could wash his clothes without having to pay the laundromat fee.

It was amazing.

Yawning, he stretched out on the couch. There were lots of odd things that just generally made life easier when you had money. At his old apartment, his bathroom was barely big enough to fit a shower, a toilet and a sink. Here, he could soak in the bathroom for so long he'd turn into a prune.

He was pretty sure the master bathroom even had a jacuzzi tub. Maybe he could sneak in there when Rivaille wasn't looking. That'd be a pretty good surprise for this war of theirs. Rivaille, unsuspecting, opens the door to his bathroom to find Eren just casually taking a bath...

Suddenly there was a loud banging noise, and it took a few seconds for Eren's mind to register it as the front door slamming. Had he dozed off? He jerked upright, blinking, just as Rivaille walked into the living room.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, before Rivaille let out a "tch". Even in his half-awake state, Eren could tell that his boss's face was slightly flushed.

"What were you, waiting for me?" his expression was impassive as ever, and in his confusion all Eren managed to mutter was an "Uh,".

Rivaille frowned, walking towards him. "You're like a puppy. Waiting for master to come back home?" he scoffed, not pausing for an answer from Eren this time. He bent over, drawing their faces so close together that Rivaille's lips were a few centimeters from Eren's. He could smell the alcohol on his breath.

Eren froze as Rivaille's lips hovered so close to his. If he wasn't awake before, he definitely was now. The older man's lips parted for a sigh, and he moved his face towards Eren's ear. Now Eren could feel his hot breath right next to his ear, and it made his skin tingle.

"You're shit at playing fetch." he murmured into his ear, before pushing Eren back onto the couch. Eren almost hoped he would pin him down, bite his ear and press those drunken lips to his.

But instead Rivaille shook his head and walked off toward the hallway, leaving Eren confused and worked up.

x

Sunday passed by without incident, other than the three cold showers Eren took in a row before giving up and just relieving it himself. He didn't even know if Rivaille even remembered what happened the night before - not that much happened at all.

Somehow, though, it did feel different. The entire last week was full of nothing but them teasing each other, but what happened last night wasn't the same. They had never been so close, physically and mentally.

What did he mean by "fetch"?

Eren spent most of the day in the kitchen, trying to cook his confusion away.

Rivaille stayed in his room for almost the entire day, only coming out once or twice to watch some TV and make coffee. Words kept between them were short, and Eren was almost afraid to ask if he could even recall the night before. Regular Rivaille was scary enough, hungover Rivaille could possibly end him.

The most Rivaille said to him that day was when he wandered into the kitchen to ask him "What the fuck he had spent all this time doing?".

"Oh," he glanced down at the bread he was slicing into squares. "Just making mini sandwiches. I thought I'd take them into work tomorrow."

This answer seemed to satisfy the older man, as he grumbled something Eren didn't hear and walked away.

He thought about hanging out with Mikasa and Armin to take his mind off of it instead of slaving away in the kitchen, but if he acted off they'd be suspicious. He didn't feel like explaining anything, not now and especially not to someone he'd considered a sister growing up with.

So finger sandwiches, mini smoked sausages, and M&M cookies it was.

x

Eren had never received so many compliments in his life. His food was gone instantly, and surprisingly it wasn't just Sasha that came back for more.

"Rivaille really wasn't joking when he talked about your cooking! How can you make sandwiches taste so good?"

Hanji was back to eat her third one. Eren grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "I just experiment a lot. I like the ones with the pimiento best, but the artichoke cheese spread with turkey is pretty good too."

"They're adorable. How long did you spend slicing them up exactly like this?" Christa was standing behind him, holding one of the fruit sandwiches.

"Oh. Maybe 20 minutes for all of them?" he wasn't even sure. He'd basically spent the entire day in the kitchen, so he hadn't payed too much attention to the time.

"Eren." yet another female voice, this time from Sasha. "You are a cooking God, ascended down upon us from delicious heaven. I need to know the recipe for these cookies."

"I-I can write it down?" Sasha mildly disturbed him when it came to food.

While everyone crowded around the food table and Eren, Hanji caught someone staring from the corner of her eye. She turned her head slightly to see Rivaille eying Eren from across the room. With a smirk, she chuckled under her breath.

"Oh, Rivaille! Have you tried these sandwiches? They're great."

He sent her an irritated look, before walking over to where everyone was crowded around Eren.

"Alright. Social time's over, get back to work."

Grumbles of discontent were heard, but everyone did as they were told. As his coworkers cleared out (Sasha stole the entire plate of cookies, he'd have to get that back later), Eren turned around to face Rivaille.

But the man was already headed for the elevator. Eren frowned.

"Ooh, you've done it now." Hanji grinned, reaching over to ruffle his hair. "Better go follow him!"

Eren grimaced. He'd really rather not, but he knew she was right - this was the person he lived with, after all. He needed to go make amends, or apologize, or at least figure out what was wrong.

Splitting from Hanji as she bounced away to go take care of something else, he rode the elevator up to Rivaille's office. Unsurprisingly, he was sitting behind his desk as usual.

He didn't look up as Eren approached the desk, looking apprehensive. He wasn't even sure where to start.

"Jaeger. Don't you have other things to be doing than standing in my office and staring at me?"

The honest answer to that was no, because Rivaille hadn't given him anything to do. He bit his tongue, though, knowing that pointing that out would only piss the other man off.

"Do you remember Saturday night?" the words tumbled out of his mouth faster than he even realized he was saying them. Rivaille was still focused on the paperwork in front of him as he answered;

"If I was sober enough to drive home without getting pulled over, what do you think?" he stacked the papers neatly on their side before standing up and sticking them in the file cabinet behind his desk.

When he turned back around, Eren was there. A hint of irritation was painted on Rivaille's face as he realized that Eren was blocking the only way out. Trapped between a teen, a wall, a desk and a filing cabinet, he begrudgingly looked up at him.

"You win."

And then Eren's mouth was on his, sloppy and desperate. When Rivaille didn't pull away, the other snaked a hand around through his hair to the back of his head, pushing him in closer to deepen the kiss.

Rivaille saw his chance. Biting roughly at Eren's lower lip, he caught him off guard just long enough to shove him back against the desk. Slamming his hands on either side of Eren, he went back in for another kiss, just long enough to lick up the small bits of blood that had beaded out from where he bit him.

He pulled back away again to examine Eren's face, who still looked slightly dazed from how fast their positions had changed.

"You have no idea what you just got yourself into."

Eren didn't say anything back, already starting to breathe heavily. Rivaille leaned in towards his neck, scraping his teeth against his pulse point. He licked a line from there to his collarbone, blowing a puff of air on it and making a shiver run down Eren's spine.

Gripping the desk so hard his knuckles were white as Rivaille sucked and nipped at his neck, Eren rolled his head to the side to give his boss more room. "Couldn't you do that in a place a little more hidden?" It was sure to leave marks, and Eren was positive Hanji would tease him relentlessly.

"No." the answer came bluntly as Rivaille's hands traveled down the button-up shirt, teasing him through the thin fabric. His hands stopped just above Eren's belt.

"What-?" Eren asked through heavy breaths, squirming under Rivaille's heavy gaze. He was so desperate to get some kind of friction, any kind of friction, that he arched his hips up toward Rivaille in a needy fashion.

"So impatient..." Rivaille grumbled, dropping down to his knees to unbutton Eren's pants. In a smooth movement both Eren's boxers and slacks were dropped to the ground, erection exposed and plain as day.

Rivaille stared at it. "So what do you want me to do?"

Eren gave him a baffled look. "What do you mean what do I want you to do?" It seemed obvious enough to him, being exposed just inches from Rivaille on his knees. He was practically shaking with anticipation.

"Better be specific."

Eren groaned. He was gonna be that asshole, now? Sucking in a breath, Eren looked at Rivaille directly.

"I want you to put your mouth around me. I want you to lick and suck me until I come, and then I want you to swallow."

Rivaille raised an eyebrow at the last part. He didn't expect the kid to have enough guts to say it at all, much less add in details like that. Maybe he was more desperate than he thought.

"Watch me." was all Rivaille said as he expertly licked a trail from the base of Eren's cock to the tip, swiping his tongue over the head.

Eren bit down on his tongue as Rivaille continued to tease him, running his hand along his length and mouthing his balls. It was easier than he expected to keep his eyes trained on Rivaille, watching the way he worked with such precision.

"Fuck." Eren hissed out as Rivaille finally, finally put his entire mouth on him. He gave a single suck, just to watch Eren tense up and exhale sharply. "Jesus fucking Christ, Rivaille."

Rivaille grabbed Eren's hips to make sure he wouldn't rut into his mouth, forcing them in place as he took in the rest of the younger male's dick.

Eren released the desk with one hand to bite into it, trying to muffle the sounds coming out of his mouth before anyone became suspicious. Rivaille continued to work his magic, head bobbing up and down as he watched Eren with a certain smugness.

"Rivaille," Eren whined, the name rolling off his tongue between pants and moans. "Fuck, Rivaille, fuck."

He didn't last much longer, the thought of him shirtless and in those too-tight jeans and his hot breath on his ear combined with the current Rivaille on his knees in front of him carrying him to the end. Eren's knees almost buckled underneath him before he caught himself on the desk, watching with fascination as Rivaille pulled away and swallowed it all.

He swiped away a bit that dribbled out, and Eren couldn't hide his amazement.

"You... Really swallowed it." he pointed out between gasps, still trying to catch his breath.

"You really asked me." Rivaille looked disgusted.

Eren allowed himself to crash to the ground, leaning against the desk as Rivaille picked himself up. He glanced over the scene, looking unamused before heading off to the bathroom to rinse his mouth out.

"Wait," Eren called out from behind the desk, peeking around. "What about you?"

Rivaille smirked at him. "Think of this as an IOU. I'll get my payment later, trust me." he turned back towards the bathroom again, before suddenly remembering something.

"After you're done panting on the ground like a dog in heat, clean yourself up. Also..." he threw a glance over his shoulder to eye Eren's neck. "Collared shirts, turtleneck sweaters and scarves are banned in the workplace from now on."

"Hey-!" Eren started, but Rivaille had already disappeared into the bathroom. The brunet flopped back again and groaned, tenderly touching his bruised neck.

Well, at least Ymir would win her bet.

A/N: When I wrote M&M cookies I kept misspelling them as "eminem" cookies, and I laughed so hard after that that I had to stop writing for like 20 minutes.

AH YES I HAVE DELIVERED. I'm really sorry for my pathetic writing skills when it comes to smut. Practice makes perfect?