Jean Kirschtein. Aka Horseface. Just don't let him hear you call him that. He's twenty years old in Rose University as a math major, doing fine if he could brag. His parents made pretty sweet money so they could give him a nice car, the ever-shining Mitsubishi Lancer Evo he was currently driving. He was practically humming as he drove into the school parking lot. Almost all of his friends rode in the car with him, except Eren and Mikasa. Both of their parents pitched in and bought them a decent Prius to carpool in so the families would split the car payments, hence a cheaper car. Eren was probably jealous and had too much pride to admit that Jean's car was sweet as hell. Mikasa just followed Eren so she didn't ride with Jean.

He spotted the familiar red Prius making its way towards him. Eren and Mikasa's car. But Mikasa was the only one inside. She opened the door and nodded to him. He waved.

"So where's Eren? Didn't want to see my amazing car?" Her expression was dark.

"He said he was going to a friend's, but hasn't called me at all yet." Worried, she went on ahead to the school, hoping Eren came early. Mikasa was always the mother hen when it came to their close friends so her behavior wasn't peculiar in the slightest. Jean shrugged and stayed behind to stay on his phone, texting Marco to see if he was coming to walk to class with him.

Cars were going into the parking lot as always, but none mattered. They drove past or around him, Jean too engrossed in his phone. It wasn't until he heard a door being opened and Eren talking when he looked up.

"Man, I told you I was going to be late! One of these days I'm gonna miss a midterm because of you!" shouted Eren, getting out of a…Jean sat up quickly to get a good look, nearly snapping his neck. Was that a Tesla Model S?! It was a gorgeous grey car that screamed luxury. The body was pristine as if it was driven out of the showroom without a scratch or smudge. There was no way that was Eren's car. He couldn't afford a car over three times the price of the Prius. Actually, he probably could, but Grisha was extremely careful with money. Which one of their friends owned a Tesla? And Eren's friends were all in their circle. He didn't have a lot of friends out of it.

Jean watched as it appeared as though Eren was arguing with whoever drove him, ending it before more time could pass. He looked defiant as he stormed off, the Tesla zooming off and out of the parking lot. Jean sat speechless. Who did Eren know that didn't go to the school?

Jean luckily had physics late afternoon with Eren, Armin, Mikasa and Connie, but Eren was too busy looking at his phone to talk or pay attention to the professor. He had apologized to Mikasa for not calling her, but that was it. Jean had forgotten about what happened in the morning due to sheer boredom, his mouth wide open and drool threatening to dribble down his chin. He went through two bottles of ice cold water to wake his ass up, but nothing was working. He jerked when Eren suddenly got out of his seat, telling his friends he had to use the bathroom and left without waiting for a reply.

Jean sat for another ten minutes until all the water he was guzzling hit him at full force. He muttered where he was going to Connie, fleeing to the bathroom.

He darted into the room and to the nearest urinal, but stopped when he saw a stall occupied with Eren talking inside.

"I said I'll come after classes are over. Seriously, you're such a needy old man," said Eren angrily. Jean froze. Who was he talking to?

"Heh, is that why? Are you mad that I didn't let you come in my mouth, daddy?" Jean nearly choked on his own spit, covering his mouth to muffle his horrified gasp. 'What the fuck is going on in that stall?! Is that Mr. Yeager he's talking to?!'

"So you are mad that I blue balled you this morning! Levi! We did it for hours last night! Aren't you sore?" Levi…who the hell was that? They didn't know a Levi. This was the friend Eren was talking about? Hell no, they were more than just friends. Maybe sex buddies? He was just thankful it wasn't Grisha. When Eren suddenly made a sound close to a moan, Jean tensed.

"Q-quit it! You're saying embarrassing shit! …Did you send me something?" There was a small pause. "Oh God, how are you so hard? …It's my fault because I didn't you finish you off? You've had it all day? …Fine, I'll be at the hotel in twenty minutes. You better take me to your beach house like you promised last night. …This weekend? Like now? I'll tell my parents then." He sounded eager, almost pissing himself. Wait…Jean had the light of realization shine on him. The Tesla, a beach house, Eren calling whoever on the phone an old man and 'daddy.' It all made sense. Eren had a sugar daddy. That's it.

Holy crap, did Mikasa know? Did his parents know? There was absolutely no way Grisha would allow his son to be sleeping with some older man for money. The stall opened and Jean quickly flew into another open stall to keep Eren from knowing he was there. He quickly did his business as Eren left, hurrying to wash his hands and ask Eren what the hell was going on.

When he returned to the classroom, Eren and his stuff were gone. Jean sputtered and grabbed Connie.

"Where'd Eren go?!" he whispered hoarsely. Connie jerked.

"He said he had to leave early and took the bus. What's up?" he asked. Mikasa and Armin were looking over at them. He got in the middle of the group, unsure how to say it respectfully. Fuck it.

"Eren has a sugar daddy." The reaction was just as bad as he envisioned. Mikasa had become stiff, growing pale as a dark aura formed around her. Connie and Armin's jaws dropped, but the blonde began to laugh nervously.

"No way. Eren wouldn't do that sort of thing." Jean exhaled sharply.

"He came to school in a Tesla. The guy he's fucking was driving it. And he owns a beach house! And he's older because Eren called him 'daddy.' They talked dirty in the bathroom." Armin made a face.

"Maybe he's just dating someone rich and has a few kinks. Not necessarily a bad thing." How was he taking this so lightly?! Mikasa glared at him darkly.

"Armin, this bastard is using his money to manipulate Eren. He's making Eren pay with sex. We have to find him." Armin shook his head.

"Uh, I can't. I have to meet with the professor after class." Connie groaned, nudging Armin sharply with his elbow.

"Oi, you wanna leave Eren with a perv?" Armin sighed deeply.

"I don't think Eren is in a relationship like that. He wouldn't put himself at someone else's mercy." Mikasa ignored him.

"We need to go. Bring anyone who will help." All except Armin got up to leave, racing out of the lecture hall.

On the bus, Eren was getting texts from Levi, heart drumming with excitement as he was being driven to the hotel where the two promised to meet.

Eren had met Levi a year ago when his mother asked him to help her at Recon Corps where she worked as a secretary for co-owner Erwin Smith, known as tall, blonde and handsome among the ladies in the building. Levi was the other co-owner of the business and a jackass obsessed with cleaning. Everyone either feared or hated him and Eren remembered him by his undercut and short stature. But the man was really hot and his possessiveness at times was a turn on. Eren was asked to help Levi keep his office clean, which wasn't smooth sailing because even though Eren cleaned his ass off, the bastard wasn't pleased and called him a brat whenever something wasn't spotless. But after a few meets after work hours, tons of flirting and suggestive touches, the two were locked in a hot makeout session with Levi's hand in Eren's pants working at his erection. Eren liked to think that bending over to clean the coffee table and the wall length windows sent Levi over the edge. Or the time Carla brought him pie over his little lunch break. Levi's eyes never left him as Eren licked whipped cream off his fingers when it threatened to fall on the carpet. Hey, he said to do whatever it takes to keep the place from getting dirty.

While their relationship was heavily sexual, they had their moments of tenderness towards one another and the affection was blatant when together. The first time they went to Levi's place was to cuddle and talk, then hot sex after. Any sort of affection was usually in the confines of Levi's office or his house. They had to keep it a secret since people would get the wrong idea. It was true that Levi bought him a few nice things and took him on vacation sometimes, but didn't normal couples do that too? The only difference was that Levi was loaded so he tended to spend more money for the nicer things. And he was much older than Eren. There was a ten-year age gap between them and with Levi filthy rich, both of them would look bad if anyone found out about their relationship. It didn't help that there were times Eren screamed in ecstasy and called him 'daddy,' which Levi made no secret that he enjoyed.

He got off the bus at the stop closest to the hotel called Colossal, a famous 5-star hotel Eren and Levi used many times to be alone. The hotel itself towered 120 meters with its outside ruby-colored walls and crystal windows catching the eyes of bystanders and passersby. The rooms were a grand minimum a night and Levi had no problem shelling out the money to pay for it. It really wasn't helping the whole sugar daddy thing. But it was Levi's way of making Eren happy. Seeing Eren light up for any reason made Levi happy. Eren was glad to say he wasn't exactly spoiled by it. He still loved the splendor Levi gave him and comfort of his embrace no matter what kind of bed they slept in. As long as it was clean to Levi's crazy standards.

A few people knew about their relationship and were trusted to never tell a soul. Petra, Levi's secretary, was the first, walking in while they made out. The lady didn't stop smiling the whole day and asked Eren for details no matter how many times he asked her to drop it before Carla could catch on. Erwin knew and later jokingly asked if Eren had a friend. However that ended was between him and Armin, who showed up to see Eren during a break. At times, he would run into Armin at Colossal and Eren knew exactly what that meant. One person they were never to tell was Hanji, Levi's close friend who would no doubt scream at the top of the building that Levi wasn't the 40-year old virgin she thought he was. Neither of those was right to begin with, but Hanji would scream it nonetheless.

As he entered the grand hotel, he passed by all sorts of people of considerable wealth being escorted to rooms or other entertainment by hotel staff. Since the hotel had high-profile visitors from different countries, the staff contained a number of elite fighters named the Titans who also served as personal bodyguards by request and security. Eren applied and was eligible to be a Titan, but with college in the way and the hotel's need for more full-time employees he couldn't work there.

But his friends Annie, Ymir and Reiner worked there while part-time students at school. Krista worked as a receptionist, but wasn't a Titan like the others. Bertolt was the son of the owner and helped out when he could as a Titan/manager. Eren ran into his friends at the hotel more often than he liked when he was with Levi. It was awkward as hell when Annie checked him and Levi in the first time, but she didn't bat an eye and handed over the room key. But lately she was getting a little too…smiley. She was at the front desk when he walked up and said Levi's name for the reservation. She had a small smirk on his face.

"Shouldn't you be in class?" she asked somewhat teasingly. His ears turned red before he could utter an excuse.

"Room key, Annie," he said tersely. She made a humming noise and handed it over. He was gone in a blink of an eye.

Jean gripped the wheel tight, Connie sitting next to him and Sasha, Marco and Mikasa in the back. Armin ran for it and didn't come along, but he wouldn't help much. Man, that fucking idiot just had to go and get himself caught up in this shit. Jean didn't like him most of the time, but he was still a friend and no one should have to sell themselves. Eren wasn't in a situation where he had to, but why? It's not like the Yeagers were in any financial crisis. Maybe there was a reason why Mikasa and Eren's parents were splitting the car payment. No, that made no sense. Or maybe Eren was frustrated that he didn't get a nice car. He had always wanted something with a little more performance. Oh crap, was it because Jean said he could never get an expensive car? Did he get a sugar daddy because Jean made fun of his money? He could only imagine how that went seeing as Eren didn't come out with a shiny new car.

A man covered in a shadow, seeing as Jean didn't know what the guy looked like, was naked on the bed when a massive hard-on that he stroked slowly with one hand. Eren, wearing nothing but a collar around his neck, slowly crawled up to the man on all fours, gulping as he hovered over the man's dick.

"D-d-daddy, I-I'm nervous." The man put his hands on Eren's hips, gently nudging him closer to the tip. His voice was falsely soothing him, intent on getting what he wanted rather than making Eren comfortable.

"Come, Eren. Ride me and I'll let you ride in the Tesla." Eren whimpered.

"B-but I thought-" The man cut him off by slamming him down on his cock, sheathed inside him.

"You're gonna have to do a lot more than that if you want me to buy it for you, got it?!"

"Ah! Nh…nah! Yes, Daddy!" gasped Eren, moving his hips in tune with the man's thrusts. Whether this was for pleasure or not, Eren was dead set on having his ass in that beautiful Tesla. He needed this to prove to Jean that he wasn't worthless. This was all Jean's fault.

…Did he just imagine Eren having sex? That required imagining him naked. 'Ugh!' He shuddered violently, losing his grip on the steering wheel as he closed his eyes to focus away from the images of Eren's naked ass in his mind.

"JEAN!" shouted Connie, grabbing the wheel. Jean opened his eyes, seeing a car in front of him a few feet away. Everyone in the car screamed except Mikasa as Connie wrenched the wheel right and swerved the car away from impact. Jean grabbed hold and went straight so Connie could let go. He sighed in frustration.

"What the fuck, man?! You could've killed us!" he shouted. Sasha nodded wildly.

"Yeah! What's your problem? We want to save Eren! How can we do that if we become ghosts?!"

Marco coughed nervously. "M-maybe I should drive if you don't feel good, Jean."

But he was ignored with a wave of Jean's hand. Mikasa glowered in the back.

"Drive faster." Jean felt shivers down his spine, but stayed silent and kept going. Man, was he really to blame for Eren whoring himself out? Guilt washed over him like a tidal wave. He was always joking with Eren and making fun of him, but never would he wish him to do that to himself. The dares they gave each other were physical, someone-will-get-their-ass-kicked kind of thing. Not someone getting fucked literally. What if they were too late and Eren was already transmitted a disease from the bastard using him?

"What hotel did he say they were meeting at, anyway?" asked Sasha, biting into a potato she brought. Shit, Jean didn't know that part for sure.

"Well, if this guy drives a Tesla and owns a beach house, it's probably the most expensive hotel in the whole city. Hotel Colossal's our best bet," replied Connie. He sounded right. Sasha hummed in approval.

"They have the best buffet…" They glared at her. Leave it to Sasha to think about food in a situation like this. Jean ignored them and drove in the direction of Colossal, praying for Eren not to do anything stupid.

Eren made his way to the elevators where a bar was near. To his surprise, Levi was at the bar sipping whiskey out of a glass. He was dressed in a fine black blazer with dress pants along with a white cravat tucked into his front and with his steel grey eyes aimed directly at him as if he expected him that very moment. Eren felt out of place in the sophisticated atmosphere in his ordinary jeans and long sleeve. Tons of guests were wearing suits or dresses with an array of jewelry to watches. Even when some were wearing casual clothing, it was clothing from brands like Ralph Lauren accented with expensive handbags or simple platinum and diamond accessories. But looking at Levi, none of them mattered. He confidently strode up and took the seat next to him at the bar. The shorter man wordlessly slid his drink to him, but he didn't take it, smirking.

"You want me to drink so I can enjoy the sex after? Are you losing confidence in your ability to fuck me senseless?" he teased. Levi scoffed, but his eyes were more playful than his tone.

"You're a cheeky little shit today, aren't you? I was being nice and offering you a drink." Eren made a show of rolling his eyes.

"'I don't want your germs all over my glass, Eren.' That's what you said last time when I wanted to share my cosmo with you." Levi frowned.

"Of course. You're a filthy brat and I don't know where your hands have been at school." Eren grinned evilly.

"All over the other guy I'm sleeping with behind your back." He was lying of course, but seeing Levi pissed off at someone other than him was worth it. He reveled in the angry, possessive look Levi was giving him. But the smirk after was unsettling. The bar was relatively dim to serve the atmosphere and everyone else was too preoccupied to pay attention to them. No one would bear witness to a short, temperamental man leaning towards his younger lover and caressing his thigh.

"Who was the one saying that I've ruined other men for them? I recall you screaming that more than a few times over the year." Fuck, he had said that. Damn there was no recovery. Levi continued, hands trailing up to Eren's waist and pulling him against his chest.

"You never gave me a kiss this morning." Eren frowned.

"I was late because you wanted a quickie. Besides, I gave you a kiss last night. More than that." Levi smirked.

"Last night isn't today. Let's finish my drink and head up to the room. There's still something you need to do for me." He took Eren's hand and guided it to his cock. Underneath the fine fabric, Eren could feel the hard bulge in his fingertips, biting back a moan as he imagined himself bent over, taking in Levi's cock as he spread his legs to accommodate him. His hand gently rubbed the bulge while Levi took his whiskey glass and poured the rest of it into his mouth. He grabbed Eren by his chin and kissed him, pushing the whiskey into his mouth. Eren obediently opened his mouth to take the strong liquid in, swallowing as the drink flowed to his throat. Their tongues rubbed against each other, the taste of whiskey and the other's tongue addicting.

They were in the elevator in seconds with the doors shut behind them. Levi pushed him against the wall and both were locked in a heated makeout session without care. The two were handsy like hormonal teenagers with Levi unbuckling Eren's pants so he could reach in and grab his erection. Eren gasped and grabbed his arm to stop him from going further. The lust faded slightly enough for him to realize where he was.

"We're in an elevator!" he hissed, looking around for cameras. Levi raised a brow.

"No shit." He tried digging back into his pants after yanking the zipper down. Eren pushed him away, quickly buckling up before Levi could pounce again.

"Wait until we get to the room." Levi narrowed his eyes. He fucking hated waiting, but there were cameras in the elevator. While he didn't mind showing off that Eren was his to anyone who dared to dream of him, Eren liked his privacy and he couldn't deny him that. He and Eren leaned back against the elevator as they waited for their floor. Eren squeaked when Levi's hand wandered over and grabbed his ass, glaring at the smug man next to him.

They reached their room with Eren holding the card key. But as the brunet reached the door and was about to insert the key, Levi wrapped his arms around him from behind and slowly licked the nape of Eren's neck. Eren nearly moaned out in pleasure, his knees growing weak as he gripped the door handle to keep himself up. Levi's soft chuckle filled his ears.

"Eager, are we?" he asked huskily. Eager was too small a word. A part of Eren wanted to say 'fuck privacy' and let Levi take him right in the hallway. But he stuck the key into the slot like a perfect fit. Levi hummed against Eren's neck, sending tremors down the boy's spine.

"See how the lock and key fit together? I can think of two other things that do the same." His erection pressed against Eren's ass. Eren gulped and flung the door open. Levi charged them both in and slammed the door shut behind him. Before Eren could blink, Levi was kissing him fiercely, hands groping his clothes and tugging them off to the point of ripping. Eren quickly moved to take Levi's clothes off, careful not to rip the material that could cost him four months' worth of his allowance.

Levi unbuckled Eren's pants and yanked them down, palming his erection. Eren moaned, stopping himself from stripping Levi. He had barely finished unbuttoning his shirt.

"Le-Levi! Take me to bed," he whimpered. It took a millisecond for Levi to comply.

Jean and the others parked in front of the hotel, everyone scrambling to get out. In an instant, they were greeted by a valet. Jean immediately shook his head when the man came close, hugging his car like it was a baby.

"I'm not paying for valet! I'm afraid of my car getting scratched up!" The man smiled reassuringly.

"I won't! Here's my card in case you see any damages." Connie grabbed Jean's shoulder.

"Come on, man! We don't want to leave Eren with that pervert any longer!" Jean quickly sobered up and grabbed the card from the man.

"I'm holding you responsible, Dita Ness," he said his name in a sneer, eyes casting over the card. Dita grinned and saluted.

"Of course!" He jumped into the car and sped away. Jean's rage increased.

"Don't ruin my tires!" he shouted after him. Connie and Marco dragged him in while Mikasa led them through.

Krista was the receptionist at the front, smiling pleasantly as they approached.

"Hi guys!" she greeted. "Welcome to Hotel Colossal! What's the name for your reservation?"

Jean went to the frontline and slammed his fist on the table, scaring the blonde.

"We're not here for a vacation. We're on a rescue mission!" Krista gasped.

"B-but why?" she asked. Jean growled. Not at her, but at Eren's stupidity.

"Because that stupid motherfucker went and got a sugar daddy, that's why! We need to save him!" Her eyes fluttered in confusion. Mikasa shoved him off the counter.

"It's Eren. What room is he in?" Krista blinked, but she quickly became serious.

"No! I can't allow our guests' privacy to be taken away from them. Eren isn't here." Marco stifled a nervous laugh.

"Um…by saying that, didn't you just give away that Eren is here?" he noted. Krista's eyes widened.

"I-I-I…that's not-" Mikasa glared at her.

"Tell me where." Krista quickly shook her head. Annie, who was returning from escorting guests to the spa, returned to the desk and overheard the exchange. She quickly went to help Krista.

"Guest confidentiality. It's not our say to tell you if they are here or not. We will do what it takes to protect our guests even if we have to lie." Sasha quickly pulled Mikasa away. The group huddled away from the staring blondes.

"Nee, I thought of an idea! Let's say we aren't here for the hotel, but for the bar or something. Then we can sneak our way towards the elevators." Connie nodded.

"Besides, it's a high likelihood that the guy with Eren rented out a sweet room to share. Like a presidential suite! Colossal only has two. We won't have to look far." Sasha shook Mikasa's shoulder, jumping in excitement.

"We can play it off like we want to rent the room out, ask if it's available, and say we don't like the price and go save Eren! They have to tell us how many rooms are available. Then we sneak into the elevator, go to the presidential suite floor, find the room, bust in, grab Eren, throw the pervert out the window, celebrate and eat a buffet! Let's do this!" She and Connie cheered, Marco and Jean agreeing with the plan. Mikasa was back to the front desk.

"We want to rent out the presidential suite. How much and how many rooms are available?" Krista smiled brightly and went to check, Annie suspicious as she went for the phone.

"The presidential suite is five thousand dollars-a-night and one room is available. It easily fits six people with three beds so you can all share. The other room is a little more private with one bedroom, but that's already occupied by another pair of guests."

'He's totally in that one,' they thought darkly. But Jean was quick to react and he wasn't acting.

"Holy shit, five thousand?! Hell no, we're not buying!" Annie crossed her arms over her chest.

"But if you don't have a key card, you won't be able to use the elevator. Guests are required to have a key in order to even step foot in the elevator hallway. Since you aren't a guest, you're still a threat." She put her fists up and one foot back in an offensive pose. Krista gasped.

"Uh, Annie, there's no need to-"

"Annie, we got your call! Who needs to fuck off?" called out Reiner. He, Ymir and Bertolt were coming from the bar, wearing their uniforms. Jean scratched at his head with both hands.

"We're here to save Eren! Bertolt!" The tall brunet blinked.

"Yes?" Jean shoved a finger in his face.

"What kind of place are you running here if you got old guys taking advantage of young people like us? They use your hotel to fuck! It's practically kidnapping since Eren's brainwashed!" Bertolt quickly shook his head.

"The hotel doesn't do things like that! I can assure you that every guest who stays here does so on their own free will. We do an extensive background check on our guests to prevent any harm to the others. And what our guests do is their business. We won't let anyone disturb them." Bertolt looked serious like he was gonna kill someone. Ymir and Reiner were right behind him with the same looks, Annie still ready to fight. Only Krista was trying to calm everyone down, but it was far too late. Oh shit, were they gonna have to fight? 'Dammit, Eren!' thought Jean. Connie looked fucking stupid doing some sort of praying mantis pose and Sasha had her arms and one knee up like a crane. Marco looked terrified at the thought of fighting his friends while Mikasa couldn't give a fuck. Jean cursed.

"Man! This is all Eren's fault!" Ymir quirked a brow.

"Eren's here again?" Everyone froze.

"Again?!" they said in unison. Krista looked frustrated.

"Ymir! We're not supposed to say those kinds of things!" Ymir shrugged.

"Slipped out. You guys aren't gonna get a chance to see where he is unless A) you pay for a room or B) refer back to A." Jean shook his head.

"C! Kick some ass!" Reiner cracked his fingers and his neck.

"Bring it on!" Krista tapped his shoulder.

"Umm…has anyone thought to call Eren…?" She was blocked out by the intensity of everyone's glares. She sighed and went to her phone.

Chapter One-done! I'll either update this story first or go back and update my other stories. It depends...

Next chapter preview:

"I want to hear you moan for me. Let me see the face you make when only I touch you like this."
_

"Hmm, I'm just wondering how to tell my friends that I'm banging a thirty-year old."
_

"Get off him, you pervert!"