A/N- Who's up for male porn stars and naive yet adorable strippers?! I AM. I basically just took the most innocent and adorable characters (-Armin and Marco, pour example-) and totally corrupted them, and I'm sorry for that kind of. They will still have their adorable personalities, though, if that makes it better...
I'll also apologize for the summary; sucky cheesy summary is sucky and cheesy but I couldn't think of anything else-

I am fucking myself over by writing this. Imagination overload; when I crash, I'm going to crash, and no one's going to see me ever again.

Warnings and ~sudden disclaimer~

Gay Sex/Yaoi
Drama
Angst
Age difference (Eren is 21, Levi is rockin' 31)
STRIPPERS
JEAN AND MARCO ARE BASICALLY WALKING SEXY HEADCANONS KAY

Major/Minor Pairings (Major- Bold, Minor- Italics- Basically just necessary relations that mean nothing AT ALL EVER, they just get a little freaky with each other/are necessary to the plot... or the needed drama...) :
Ereri
JeanMarco
Levi/Armin
Levi/Petra
Marco/Armin
Eruri mentionings
Of course, Hanji/Moblit can't forget those two :3
And random others I'll probably throw in whenever I see fit, but I'm not really sure about yet. Only time will tell~

Don't forget to ~review~, follow, and favorite! That's all highly appreciated! ;3 Reviews really do get my creative juices flowing and bring about faster updates, so don't be shy to tell me what you think (as long as it's not a flame; I may rip you a new one if I a chord is struck, and I really don't want to do that. If you don't like it, you aren't required to read this or tell me :) ), and if you want to see anything specific in this, tell me and I'll more than likely be able to make it work :3

I also apologize for the POV switch in this; I just completely hit a stump at one point and wanted to introduce both of our lovely leads so I did something stupid in the first chapter x3 I promise I won't switch that often if that's something that bothers you, I just, well, came to a stop after Eren :{

~Chapter 1~

"Be careful, Eren."

"Stay away from drugs, Eren."

"Be safe, Eren."

"Don't do stupid things for money, Eren."

"Work hard, Eren."

"Don't get into trouble, Eren."

Every single warning Mikasa Ackerman had ever thrown at Eren Jaeger before he had moved to LA assaulted him when he stumbled into something he never should have. Now, understand that Eren was by no means naive or "innocent", he worked at the biggest club in LA for Christ's sake, and had quickly become desensitized to a lot of things. Strippers fighting strippers fighting customers fighting waiters- Basically, a never ending chain of drunken bar fights and having to report suspected drug deals. And more than once had he kicked out a couple getting a little to excited in the bathroom. A bartender and part time security guard for Rose required a lot.

He'd even had to tackle naked men covered with piercings and tattoos in areas that really shouldn't even have piercings and tattoos. Anything to help pay the rent with his sister's boyfriend. And if that meant tackling naked men high on equally illegal substances for his boss or police officers; so be it.

That anything, however, did not extend to getting his ass handed to him by a short, quick to anger, old man.

Eren curled his busted lip, wincing as the wound reopened, and rubbed his jaw as he stalked up to his shared apartment. How was it his fault he thought the bastard was underage? It happened all the time, and, sure, maybe he had been a little rude when asking him about it, but what the shit had done was completely uncalled for.

How could a thirty year old look like an eighteen year old, anyway? Plastic surgery could do wonders, usually horrific, but it couldn't do stuff like that.

"Wow~ What the hell happened to you, dumbass," were the first chucked words out of Jean's mouth the second he looked at Eren.

"Shut up, horseface," Eren growled as he stormed into the kitchen, making a beeline for the zip lock bags and ice.

If Eren had had the choice, he wouldn't be living with Jean Kirschtein, Mikasa's successfully working long distance boyfriend. Yet the circumstances demanded it; both boys were struggling "artists", and the prices for apartments in California were heart attack inducing compared to Ohio's. So, thanks to Mikasa's assertiveness, they had agreed to room together and split the rent after they made their plans to actually move to California. The main goal had been that that would save them from an early death if they didn't get to each other first...

Eren sighed as he pressed a bag of ice to his face, enjoying the chill that soothed the throbbing skin, and checked his phone, deciding to ignore the calls from Mikasa at the moment. He had more important things to worry about, like trying to keep the fact that he had been beaten up by a guy half his size to Jean.

"If you tell, I'll take on the water bills for this month," Jean offered as Eren wandered back into the sitting room. The blond laughed when he growled and picked up his guitar, hands at the ready. "I'll do it."

"You won't."

"I really will and you know it. Now, fess up, douche bag."

Eren huffed and dropped onto the couch beside the other boy, staring helplessly up at the ceiling. "So a guy came into the club-"

"Oh, how descriptive. You're supposed to be a writer, Eren, yet you're failing miserably with your descriptive skills," Jean tsked while plucking absently at the strings of his guitar. "I'm ashamed for you!" he gasped dramatically.

"Okay," Eren growled, glaring at him for a moment. "A really short male that looked to be no more than eighteen walked into the club and asked for a glass of scotch-"

"He was fifty, right? Is that the kicker?"

"Shut up, you wanna know or not?" Eren snapped and waited until Jean's hands went up in surrender. "He was, like, thirty-one and got unreasonably pissed when I asked if he could show me some ID. I may or may not have thrown in 'kid', but details... They're so..." he paused and held up his hands before continuing in a whisper, "Unimportant."

Jean just stared at him, his brown eyes glittering. Then he began to shake and held a hand up to his mouth to stifle his laughter, which only sent Eren's horrible mood plummeting down the drain. "How... How tall are we talking here?"

Eren blushed and looked away. "Maybe five two..."

Jean doubled over, cackling, his eyes shut tight. Eren would have punched him if he hadn't been sore and bruised, or if the fact that he didn't have to pay water bills wasn't hanging over his head. At least he had gotten something good out of this.

"Jean, you don't understand," Eren snapped, angry and frustrated. "He was so fucking fast and I swear to God his entire body was just pure muscle. And he got so angry so quickly, I didn't even see it coming-"

"Eren, I don't think you understand how hilarious this is!" Jean cried, shaking the brunette as he held back another bout of laughter. "I've seen you take down forty year old men who looked like they lifted weights for a living, and you got beaten up by a short, irritable, man ten years your senior," he summarized.

Eren could only muster a frown and a glare. Of course Jean would have to rub it in and just feed him the same words he had just spoken, but the water bill... He had a week to make that bill as high as possible.

"You know what, I think I'm going to go take a nice long bath then shower up and hit the hay," Eren stated while standing up with a small grunt. His vision swam for a moment before he was able to steady himself again, and once he had he caught Jean's horrified expression he smirked.

"N-no, Eren, you know I'm out of a decent job right now-"

Then don't offer things you can't pay for!

"You could always play at Rose~" Eren cooed with a small laugh as he sauntered off to the bathroom. "I'm sure you'd be welcomed with open arms and rolling hips~"

Jean hated the club. He loved big pulsing crowds high on the music that played just as much as the next person, but he drew the line at strippers. And Rose had a lot of them.

"Fuck you, Jaeger!"

Eren only smirked as he slammed the door, yet ended up causing his headache to strengthen. He really was looking forward to that bath, his body was killing him and the little shit was the entire cause for it. When he looked in the mirror, he found his eye was starting to swell at an alarming rate, his cheek was already bruised, and his bottom lip was swollen and split. He looked horrible.

His face alone was bad enough, and when he stripped he found more of the yellowish-purple bruises decorating his torso.

He could sue for this. They were both over eighteen, he could definitely sue. That had been assault no matter how he looked at it.

But the intimidating grey eyes flashed across Eren's mind again, and had him shivering and casting the thought out of his head. Eren decided to just let it go, it wasn't as if he knew anything more about the man other than his age, and he had taken beatings much worse than what he had gotten earlier that night.

But letting go of things wasn't really his style...

"Ahn... Ah, Levi, yes... Yes!"

Shut up...

"Harder!"

Shut. The hell. Up.

"Levi, Levi, oh God, yes, harder! More! Levi!"

With a growl, Levi slammed his hands onto the headboard before him and turned his head into his arm, hiding a disgusted scowl as he gave the annoying shit beneath him what she asked for. His anger was mistaken for pleasure and lust, restrained aggression, everything his audience would like, and everything the woman beneath him would like.

Levi couldn't even look down at her again without shuddering, disgusted with himself and for her. A classic, fake, and plastic bitch and he had to sleep with her. He couldn't even touch her chest without fearing the massive breasts would pop.

With another disgusted shiver as her nails ran down his back, he closed his eyes and tried to imagine something, anything, to hurry the 'show' up. Levi couldn't stand to look at her face, heavily made with cheap make up and blotted from sweat. How anyone could find that attractive was beyond him, but Levi hardly had any room to talk. It wasn't as if he were a saint himself.

Filthy, he thought before shoving the image away and trying to summon another.

Vivid green eyes set in a long, sun kissed face was what he was rewarded with. The memory of the skeptical expression on the flawless brat's face made Levi tense before he jerked away from the moaning girl and ripped the condom off of his aching arousal.

Oh no, he thought, slightly alarmed, as he came, a low groan escaping his parted lips.

"So good, baby," the bitch giggled, reaching out for Levi as he gasped for air.

This will have to be cut, Levi thought as he glared at her with a clear grimace playing on his lips. He ignored her surprised, almost scared, expression and reached for the nearest tissue to wipe his hand clean before sliding off of the bed and grabbing a robe. While he would have loved to shower, rid himself of the woman's disgusting smell and sweat, he didn't have the tools to do so.

"We're done here," he snapped as he brushed by the wary cameraman, a man who had grown quite accustomed to his moods. "I expect a check by tomorrow morning, the pay doubled. That was one of the worst things I've ever done," he snarled while grabbing a bottle of water.

"Y-yes, Levi..."

The girl, Lord knew what her name was, gasped and stood up while reaching for her own robe. Levi watched, slightly amused, as her face contorted and sent his stomach rolling with nausea. She stomped over to him with the clear intention to slap him, which only made Levi roll his eyes and turn his back on her.

"You insufferable, rude, prick!" she exclaimed, face red with embarrassment and fury.

"Touch me and I guarantee you won't be able to sit down on that horrendous ass of yours for a week, baby," Levi warned softly as she raised her hand.

With a sigh he walked away from the surprised couple and grabbed his clothes, neatly folded and placed on the surface of a dresser he had cleaned himself, and stalked out of the room. He had no patience after a shoot, and tonight was definitely one of his worst.

Again, the bartender who had completely disrespected him flew across his mind and had him shoving an angry hand through his short hair. How could he even get off on such an arrogant brat, or even give him another thought? Sure, he had beaten the poor kid to a possible pulp (though he hadn't stuck around that long afterwards to find out), but something like that wasn't exactly a rare occurrence.

Levi rubbed his mouth thoughtfully before tugging his shirt and jeans on with a grunt. The kid had landed quite a few good kicks, but Levi was aware that even he couldn't get into a fight with an experienced guy and get out without at least one well placed hit.

But that didn't mean he got off on whoever actually did manage to hit him. It should have been the opposite, he should have the desire to rip the guy to pieces, so of course he was asking himself why that had just happened. Why he had fantasized about a shitty brat who had completely embarrassed him in a huge club, and one he frequented. One where people knew him.

"This is bad..." Levi murmured when he realized he was already planning on returning to Rose until he could see the little shit again. The boy was quick to anger, much quicker than even himself, and he showed it. A very open book, a very expressive individual... Levi couldn't stand it.

But he couldn't go down that road again, not ever again.