Corporal Levi's office was barren. Consisting of a large desk and a looming bookcase, it held no personal items. In fact, all items seemed to be put away to an almost obsessive output. The bookcase was organized by author and then color. To add insult to the case, the bookcase held no books, rather binders upon binders of military tactics. His desk, that seemed far too grand for his inferior stature, was empty of all papers and pens.

Eren Yager sits in the only visitor's chair, and his hands are clutched in his lap. The only reason he had taken such notice of officer Levi's office was because he was sitting there for 30 whole minutes. His eyes were dry and tired, and the only part of his body moving. He yearned to squirm in his seat, or better yet, look through Levi's military tactics, but he bet the stupid commander was keeping watch. He couldn't brush off the paranoia that Levi always paid him too much attention.

Not that Eren hadn't noticed Levi. His skill in battle was fast, quick, accurate; Eren's actual wet dream. He needed to become a man like Levi, he was sure with his determination and that skill he would become the murderer of all titans.

'In fact,' Eren though bitterly,'I should be out there practicing with Mikasa right now'. The 30 minutes were uselessly wasted sitting in an empty office at attention.

Eren strains his ears to hear anything beyond the door, but was given eerie silence. Military abusing brat, probably got sound proof walls to torture his poor students, greedy bastard.

The door opened, and Eren flinched. Levi and Pixis walk into the office.

"Hope you haven't been kept for too long Eren, we had some matters to discuss." Pixis cheerfully responded.

Eren bit back a retort, "No, not at all sir. It's my pleasure to be in the company of both of you." Or more like one of you. Levi's cold eyes didn't even brush over Eren. What an ass hat.

"I propose a small drink before you leave for the Wall Maria commander." Levi said, not waiting for an answer and getting a bottle of whisky out.

"How about this, you take a cup, and I'll take the bottle!" Pixis cheerfully celebrated. No matter how exaggerated the statement had been, Pixis quickly took the bottle and strutted out of the office.

Eren looked at the scene with wide eyes. He respected Pixis, for giving him a chance, for allowing him to live, but he couldn't understand where he was coming from, not from the slightest.

Levi handled the drinks, and gave one to Eren. He raised his drink for a toast, the clink of glasses almost resounded in the quit room.

"Your training will begin today," Levi commanded.

Eren took a swig of the whisky. It seemed really bitter, not his style at all. He preferred to be alert when fighting titans, and since he needed to be prepared to fight at all times even a single glass seemed to be pushing it.

"Yes sir. What will I be doing today?" Eren obediently inquired.

Levi just turned his back to him, looking at his binders. This was becoming ridiculous. First he had waited for him to arrive, now Levi wouldn't even give him an answer.

Eren stood up. He was feeling slightly more confident than usual, and it was reflected in his tone.

"Tell me now!" Eren's cheeks were pink. He didn't even think of how, although he was very good at handling alcohol, his voice and head were already dizzy. Eren also tried to avoid the fact that he was staring at him. Levi's uniform was tightly pressing against his skin, melding to his muscular body. The belts were well placed on his thighs, and Eren wondered how the curve of his thigh to his ass would look without clothes. Eren's eyes hazed, but he tried to be assertive in his command, although his legs started feeling weak and his lower half much more interested in another type of action.

Levi continued to ignore Eren. He took off his jacket, and put it behind his chair, and started to rummage through his desk.

"Hey!" Eren said, breathlessly.

"Your first test will be endurance. I have slipped you an aphrodisiac in your drink. You may not touch yourself. You may not touch me. If you do so before I give you the okay, you will fail, and you will not join the Special Operation Squad," Levi sat comfortably in his chair, and started doing paperwork, ignoring Eren completely. Eren's mouth fell open in shock. He remembered his father had worked with some aphrodisiacs to help his patients with infertility. Now he was stuck in his chair, need coursing through his veins, completely erect and eyes hazing, but he couldn't even do anything.

'How long will this stay in my body?' Eren tried to reason with himself, '12 hours at most? Can I remain in this chair for 12 more hours? This is fucking not fair, I need to jerk off. And looking at Levi's not helping.' Eren quickly looked at the floor, determined to avoid Levi's gaze, but instead meets his eyes with his erection.

The painful thought caused Eren to sink into his chair, trying to disappear. It had the opposite effect. His sensitive rear rubbed against the seat, and he started to pant.

Levi quickly glared up from his paperwork, checking to see if Eren was holding his agreement. Seeing Eren so hot and bothered caused a smirk to play on his lips. The blush that creeped up from his neck and reddened his face looked, delicious. His eyes wandered down his body, and his hard nipples were poking through the tight uniform. He could see every muscle on his body, and seeing him squirm in his seat got Levi interested. Maybe, for Eren, he would break the rules.

'This I WILL enjoy,' mischievously thought Levi.

"Eren," Levi paused. Erens hard cock pulsed at being called. He looked into Levi's eyes and gulped. If he said his name again, Eren was sure he would cum.

"Y-Yes Sir," Eren painstakingly stammered. He couldn't even try to be coherent anymore. He was lost in a horny frenzy, fighting with all his will to keep his hands on the chair rest. He wanted to touch Levi, love Levi, suck Levi.

"The next lesson is a test on obedience. You will do what I say, and if you disobey me, there will be…punishments." Levi smirked.

Authors note:

R&R a lot more smut on the way~