Notes: I've gotten such wonderful responses to this story as well as To Exist ~ I want to thank you guys again I'm truly grateful -~ Alrighty so this is the last chapter ~~~~~~~ Enjoy!

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When he said Eren could make it up to him with a scrub down and a massage, he meant just that, a scrub down and a massage. He doubted the rusted gears in Eren's head comprehended this, as straight forward as it had been. He didn't bother to confirm his suspicions by looking over to him, instead he stepped into his bathroom leaving the door open as an invitation to join him. Rivaille knew without a doubt Eren would follow him, he always does after all, its bitter sweet really.

He hears Eren's soft footsteps, padded from the carpet of the hallway, and doesn't bother to turn around. Instead he sets his knee on the side of the tub and leans over enough to turn on the faucet, testing the water for temperature. He doesn't hear the transition of his feet touching on the tile of the bathroom, instead the heavy flow of water blocks out the gentle sound. Rivaille straightens up once he's satisfied and plugs the drain to ready the bath, tossing in a bit of scented bath salt. An odd gift from Hanji, who told him it could help him relax more. He wasn't exactly sold on the idea of "miracle relaxation", but they did have a rather pleasant aroma, so he ended up using it religiously every time he soaked. It wasn't until he straightened up, all preparations aside from himself complete, to pull off his clothes that he finally caught green orbs staring.

"Care to join me or do you plan on watching me strip," Rivaille cocked a brow, "Though you're shit out of luck if you think I'll put on a show for you."

It was indescribably entertaining watching the range of expressions that Eren managed to pull within such a short span of time. The brat completely red in the face as he stared, mouth open for Christ's sake, as he stripped himself down. Normally, neat as he was, he would just toss his clothes on the toilet seat and bring them back into his room and straight into his hamper after he finished in the bathroom. Needless to say, with the deer caught in head lights, frozen in time, wide eyed and damn near drooling Eren, he took off each article of clothing…

One.

By.

One.

He took his time neatly folding it, ignoring the fact that Eren was gawking like an adolescent schoolboy who just caught a view of his first bare tit. Rivaille submerged himself in the water and looked over to Eren expectantly. The brunette chuckled softly scratching the back of his head sheepishly before walking next to the sink and removing his own clothing. He followed Rivaille's example and folded each piece, though a bit sloppier in his haste. Rivaille took the brief moment to visually appreciate Eren's form. He wasn't nearly as built nor toned as himself, but the muscles were clearly visible as they moved under his skin. Eren didn't seem to catch his lingering gaze as he moved to the tub and climbed in behind him, careful to watch the water level rise and not spill over.

Once Eren settled in he pointed to the corner caddy and directed him to the soap and bath sponge. He was surprised the brunette didn't have some type of quip about his silent instructions, though it soon became clear why he didn't. Eren's hands were a little shaky, and honestly it was too ridiculous not to snicker. How could he not torment the male behind him? He imagined the brat went red behind him when he called him out on it. Even more so when he so lewdly reminded him, not even twenty minutes ago, that he nearly lodged his dick in his stomach with his little 'finishing' move. He also took this time to stress to Eren to maintain some proper control in the future. He heard the slight swish of the water, from Eren stilling his movements after he sputtered at the comment, and maintained the smirk on his lips. It was too fun, and the kid just made this too easy. He couldn't help but wonder what got to him more, the comment itself or the promise of a next time?

The brunette coughed to clear his throat, mumbling something Rivaille didn't quite catch, and began to lightly scrub his back, making a soft apology accompanied with a defiant grumble about his teasing him. Rivaille felt his shoulders relax as the soft lathered sponge glided over his skin. He dropped his head forward a bit, focusing on the light touches from Eren's finger tips as he moved the sponge up, down, into the warm water, and back up over his body. He sighed contently as the sponge was joined by Eren's free hand. As the sponge moved up his right side the hand followed on his left. Palm flat at times, and other, fingers soothing the muscles beneath them with firm circular strokes. The hands and sponge explored his sides and soon wrapped around to his stomach then up his chest. Rivaille felt the warmth of Eren's stomach and chest pressed against his back, legs up on either side of his hips, before he registered the sound of the water sloshing forward and back in the bath. He let his head fall backward to rest on Eren's shoulder, neck exposed and Eren himself gulping from the view. Rivaille's body may have lacked in height but he prided himself in his build. His neck dipped into shoulders bound with tight lean muscle. His chest and stomach well defined without bulging out too much, just small even dips, his abs closer to an eight than a six pack. His waist tapered into proportioned and even hips, legs short but well defined as well. He practically heard the bob of Eren's Adam's apple as he swallowed. He could feel Eren's eyes on him, knew he was staring. Watching how the sponge and his fingers moved across his torso and chest, the rise and fall in between each muscle as continued to "clean" him. It wasn't until Eren dipped the sponge down to wash his legs that Rivaille let out a barely there gasp. It felt good when Eren's hand followed. Maybe too good.

Eren traced down his outer thighs before circling over the top and moving back up and around, careful not to touch him as he passes. After a few repetitions Eren's bare hand moves up over his thigh to the center of his stomach and pauses, then slowly moves his hand down. His fingers brush the coarse hairline and Rivaille's hand catches his wrist before he moves any further. The brunette barely stops the whine of annoyance from leaving his throat.

"I want to touch you."

Rivaille's brows pinch but he doesn't move, or even open his eyes as he answers.

"You 'are' touching me brat."

Eren bites his lip and lets out a huff of air, leaning down he nips at Levi's neck and buries his head into his shoulder as much as physically possible, despite the uncomfortable arch in his back to maintain the position.

"I 'want'," he stresses the word which earns him another grunt from Rivaille, "to touch 'all' of you."

The reply is softer than he's sure Eren expected.

"Not tonight."

"Why not?"

Rivaille opens his eyes narrowly in a brief glare before closing his eyes and trying in vain to regain his relaxation, "I don't see why I have to explain myself to you."

"You don't have to but I sure would appreciate it."

He doesn't like the tone. Not one bit, but he supposed to satisfy the little shit he would have to offer something.

"You drank."

"So did you, that didn't stop you before, and besides I'm not even drunk."

"No, you may not be," Rivaille nearly growled, all he wanted was a fucking massage, "However, considering the circumstances of which we met, I'm not going to let you get me off with anything, no matter how minuet, in your system. It's one thing to wake up after a blow job, it's another to wake up after giving one. Unlike taking a shit and flushing it once your done, my dick's not going anywhere you can stand to be a little more patience and respect my wishes."

Eren obviously hadn't expected that sort of explanation. The silence hung in the air around them. Eventually Eren lifted his head and circled his arms around Rivaille. The drip and movement of water, the faint breathing shared between the two was all the sound that filled in the room. Rivaille felt the warm chest pressed into him rise and fall with even, calm breaths. He thought perhaps Eren had fallen asleep, after all he was pretty close to nodding off himself, and he didn't really want to move just yet. Just a little longer he wanted to enjoy the cooling water and the warm body embracing him this intimately, though he doesn't suppose he would admit that aloud, just allow it for as long as possible without disturbing it. It isn't till Eren speaks that he realizes he was never asleep, the embrace tighter as he spoke.

"Thank you."

Simple. Sincere. Grateful.

Rivaille never thought the simple phrase could lift so much weight off his heart.

"Eren," Mikasa's arms are crossed, her face darkening as she glares a hole into his neck. At the hickey on his neck to be more precise. Then focuses on the shorter man behind him. Unaffected grey orbs completely disinterested meet her furious gaze, after a brief moment he clicks his tongue before speaking up.

"I'll be leaving."

Watching Rivaille turn on his heel to leave him to the wolves, or rather wolf so to speak, Eren makes some kind of stammered explanation to his sister. Looking back and forth from Mikasa to Rivaille's retreating figure, calling him back over almost desperate. The kid's a fucking moron if he thinks he'll be subjected to his siblings sister complex. 'Rivaille', he whines with a shout, but he doesn't stop instead choosing to shout over his shoulder.

"I'll buy the coffee tomorrow kid," he offers a backwards wave and throwing one more offer on the table, "Or we can go together next time, if you're willing to stay the night."

He's sure the suggestive tone he used had Eren blushing from his neck to the roots of his hairline, and despite how tempting it is would be to witness it with his own eyes, the sight of the surely enraged female behind is deterrent enough. He'll have plenty of time to evoke similar, if not the same reaction, and oh was he looking forward to it.

Notes: Short I know it's short - I didn't think I needed to make this chapter a long one ~ I will be turning this into a series (~^3^)~ 3 I have a lot of fun writing this one and it seems to be well received and honestly I don't think I could really slap a definitive ending on this intentionally or not anyway Look forward to some filling in the blanks ~ Later chapters in the series will focus on anything neglected to touch base on ( Like Eren's parents or How Eren nearly ended up as a human penis puppet... that wise cracks in poor taste {sorry not sorry} for example ) I'm kind of entertaining the idea of even writing a chapter solely picking on Rivaille's fecal humor ( because the world needs more jokes about poops ) All that aside I'll start up on chapters for the series after I get a couple chapters up on To Exist! ~ Please look forward to it!~ I'm rambling - sleep deprivation it's an ugly thing ok I'm DONE Till next time ヾ(◜▿‾ 三 ‾▿◝)ﾉ

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