Secret Life

Discovery (part 1)

"Haah, hah, AH! Eren!"

"So tight, Heichou... so warm..."

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuck... yes, yes, y-y-y-EEEESSSS!"

"Fuck, Levi, you feel so damn good; squeezing me just right."

"E-e-e-e-e-rrr-mmmnnnhh"

"Fuck baby, I'm close..."

"Me too, please, oh fuck please let me cum-mmmnngghh"

"Since you asked so nicely."

"W-w-wh-what are - AH! AAAAHH!"

"What was that baby? I didn't hear you."

"C-C-C-C-C-CU-CU-CU-CUUUU-AAAAAAHHHH!"

"AH!" I gasp awake sitting up straight before taking in my room. "Not again. Fuck." I lie down again covering my eyes to slow my rapidly beating heart. I don't even need to check under the blankets this time to know I need to clean myself before attempting sleep again. Another fucking wet dream. Another wet dream about that damn brat. My heart slows to normal, but now my body feels restless, so I clean myself and make a cup of tea. It's about three in the morning, so everyone should be sleep, even Shitty Four Eyes.

The walk to the kitchen gives me a chance to go over what transpired since yesterday morning; nothing had been unusual, except for the caravan that showed up apparently unannounced. The messenger claimed that he arrived with what I requested, and it took all of my squad to keep me from biting his head off. Then Eren - that shitty brat - suggested they take me to another room while he talked with the messenger; about ten minutes later I saw the caravan leave so decided to head to my office. I opened the door to a sea of extra-large boxes and the brat standing in the middle of it muttering to himself. When he saw me he gave me the "proof" that I indeed request all of this garbage; I ordered my squad to help me with this shit, and the brat slowly but surely took the lead.

While waiting on the water to boil, I think more on the brat's behavior. He did seem very... chill? Composed? Not very Eren-like behavior. Suggesting I go to another room wasn't that uncommon, though he's usually one of the ones trying to calm me down. What exactly did he say to that guy, and how did he get all those boxes in my office? And the way he started taking control - not barking or yipping orders like one would think he would; it felt more like he coaxed what he wanted out of us. I saw this clearly when he and Petra were sorting through the first box of papers. Petra struggled, but the brat... he breezed through a quarter of it before she spoke up.

"Eren, how are you getting through all this?"

"The top corners of the pages," he said a bit distant. "Did you not notice?"

Petra and I both glance at our respective papers. The top-right had page numbers and file numbers while the top-left had an insignia and a bunch of letters.

"The letters represent the department that handled it. You'll only find them in the Military Police records and some of the Garrison. You can put the MPs over there," he said pointing to a substantial pile to his left, "Garrison over there (pointing toward the pile closest to Gunther), and ours behind me. Since it looks like he didn't bother separating the branches, we'll have to do that first before I can even comprehend what's going on." This he said quietly, more to himself than to her as he quickly sifted through another large pile.

"You sure seem to know what you're doing," Petra said chuckling, though I'm not sure if she was impressed or uncomfortable with his apparently newfound knowledge. "Maybe we should leave all this to you."

"Maybe," Eren hummed quietly before looking her directly in the eye, "but how can we show Heichō how well we work as one unit if one of us decides to leave the heaviest burden on one pair of shoulders?"

I don't know if he intended for all of us to hear, but to me that lit a fire under everyone's asses. I've never seen them work this hard or diligently on anything outside of killing titans. The boxes seemed to empty faster, the piles grew higher and higher, and everyone was becoming a blur. Oluo, sad to say, voiced the collective thought, "Like fucking hell I'm letting some shitty snot-nosed brat show me up!"

"Then get off your ass and fix those piles," I ordered. My face was expressionless and impassive as always, but I'll admit: inside I was smirking, relishing on how one comment got their panties twisted in a knot. Then I looked in Eren's direction and caught him... smirking? At me? A second later he was digging into another box of papers; I hurriedly attended to my own looming pile, not acknowledging how sexy he looked smirking like that or hot my face was getting.

Not once did he pout or whine about how long it was taking; in fact, he was the one who got Oluo and Eld out of their whining by suggesting the fort. What were his words? "If you're really careful with them, you can use them like bricks and build a fort." Now that is very Eren-like behavior - a bratty suggestion from a young shitty brat to old shitty brats - and it worked: we got through all but one box by dinnertime.

Where is that new tea he talked about? I think as I rummaged through the cabinets, looking in all the canisters before finding it in a clear glass jar labeled JASMINE. I decide to take the entire jar with me as well as the full boiling kettle and tea set Eren likes to use to help me sleep. I snort - even when he's not around me he's still with me, trailing behind me like the cute little puppy he is... Wait, I stop in my tracks. Did I just call him... cute? No, no, absolutely not. He is NOT cute! He's just a shitty little brat with too much responsibility. I repeat this in my head until I reach my office and see the box I forgot about dealing with Shitwin and Shitty Four Eyes. I want to go back to sleep - strangely that shitty brat just knows when I haven't slept enough hours - but I admit for once my curiosity got the better of me. I leave the set and a brewing cup on the top of my dresser and drag the extra-sealed box to the side of my bed.

I try to guess what could be in it, something I did off and on ever since it showed up; if I remember correctly, this box was the only box that brat looked genuinely curious about - like he knew what would be in the other boxes. Of course he would know, he read the letter first. I shake any more thoughts out of my head and finish preparing my tea. This one has a faint golden-pink color and smells floral but not heavy like perfume. I can feel my muscles relaxing as I drink, a satisfied sigh escaping my curving lips. This just might give sleep an edge tonight. I finish my cup and brew another while thinking about the box. "The least I can do is read the note," I decide out loud sipping from my new cup. I carefully peel the note off the box and open it, careful not to spill any tea on it. This is not what I imagined it to say:

Levi,

Hopefully you're alone reading this and not around your lackeys, especially your little puppy. Speaking of your puppy, you should train him better, at least get him a shorter leash. I know it was he who sent the letter, and you can say he did a bit of blackmail to get me to do it. So I'm paying him in kind. In this box is everything he's been trying to keep hidden for the past four years. You'll understand why I wanted to get rid of him before - and I will - and then you'll have no choice but to own up to your mistake and hand him over to me. He's not the innocent little puppy you think he is. He's a conniving, manipulative con artist only after instant gratification. But don't worry, my dear sweet Levi, you'll see - you'll have your eyes blown wide open and never want him in your presence again.

Nile