Uhh... There's probably not a lot of Erumike fans out there, but here's my contribution to the Erumike week! It's, of course, for the "First Time" prompt. There's a prompt for the next few days, and if you're curious, I've listed them at the end.

Disclaimer - I do not own SnK

"Oh there is an empty place in my bones that calls out for something unknown."

("The Nightmare Before Christmas", Jack Skellington)

"Erwin," a thin, strict faced woman said, "Your grandfather is dead. Your father and I will be attending the funeral this weekend. Would you like to go?" She met her son's eyes, the thin lined frown on her face never lifting. Her hair was tied tight against her skull. She was wearing a simple black dress and a thin string of pearls around her neck. Erwin thought for a long moment. He didn't particularly want to go to the old grump's funeral. He and the old man never got along anyway, but his mother was giving him this expectant look. He figured he'd have to go despite his own feelings.

Just then, a sharply dressed man with salt and pepper hair descended the stairs, coming to stand beside Erwin's mother. He gave a sigh, adjusting his tie.

"No one else is going to have their kids there, Martha," Erwin's father said, addressing the thin woman carefully. She gave her husband a glance of disapproval. Then, curtly, she looked to Erwin.

"You're old enough to make your own decisions," she said pointedly. Erwin slid his hands into his jeans, giving his mother a disdainful look.

"I don't want to," he told her simply and turned to disappear up the stairs. Martha let out a little huff of disapproval, while Evan, Erwin's father, chuckled softly in amusement. Evan then touched Martha's back with the palm of his hand, carefully leading her out of the house while Martha complained shrilly on how impolite their son was, but Evan was quick to respond that he was only a teenager still, and that Martha should let him have a little bit of rope.

Erwin watched them go from the window in his room. He didn't really care whether they were home or not. Looking about his spotless, plain room, he found himself with little to do as he had already dressed and cleaned and dusted everything in the room. He always felt the safest there in his room, except for when his father came to speak to him on any strange matters. At those times, his father would carelessly pick something up and never place it back where it belonged. This often served to drive Erwin insane.

One particular such book had an odd, magical circle drawn on it. Erwin did have a bit of an interest in the supernatural. He lifted that book now in his hand, carefully caressing the edges of the pages as he opened the book. He carefully read over the passage on summoning a demon. Of course, he honestly believed that such things were untrue, but interesting nonetheless. He cringed slightly when he cut his finger on one of the pages. Much to his disbelief and horror, he had not moved fast enough to keep from sullying the book's perfectly pristine pages with his blood. The droplets placed directly in one of the circles drawn. He racked his brain for some solution, but couldn't think of a single one when rather suddenly, a fancily dressed man was sitting on his book, making it too heavy to even continue holding. The man had messy brown hair and a sort of shadow of a light brown beard. His brown eyes were almost black even.

"Irvin! You've gotten younger! How did you manage that one?" the man asked, taking Erwin's face into his hands and observing it carefully, much to Erwin's horror. Who knew where this demon's hands had been!?

"Let go. My name isn't Irvin," Erwin said, his lips forming a tight frown. Surprised, the man let go and blushed slightly.

"I... I see," he responded, "I apologise, my name is Mike Zacharias." He bowed swiftly before Erwin, then adjusted his brilliantly coloured vest with a frown. He didn't look terribly comfortable in his attire. He met Erwin's dark, serious eyes with a lightly curious expression.

"What purpose did you summon me for...?" Mike asked carefully. He seemed to be irritated, but perhaps that was due to the fact that it was not who he had hoped to be meeting. Erwin stared at Mike for a long time. He hadn't even realised that he was even summoning this demon, so how was he supposed to know the purpose for his being there? Quickly, Erwin picked up his book off of the floor. His blood and the circle were both gone from the page entirely.

"There was no purpose..." Erwin said slowly. It seemed that this completely broke Mike's composed nature. He slumped over slightly, his face contouring into multiple different expressions of exasperation, horror and utter contempt until his hand lightly found a place on his forehead, shielding his eyes from sight.

"Seriously. Summoned by an ameteur from Irvin's blood line. Great, just great," Mike muttered to himself. Erwin's eyebrow twitched slightly.

"What are you doing?" Erwin asked as if he didn't hear a word of what Mike said, "Taking a dump?" He purposefully phrased the question with the intention of completely throwing the obviously high and mighty demon that stood before him. Very abruptly, Mike straightened, giving Erwin a look of utter shock.

"Does it look I'm doing something like that!?" he gasped, pink colouring his cheeks. Erwin felt a grin tug at his lips, causing them to twitch, but he did not succumb to such a temptation. Trying to regain his constitution, Mike opened his lips once more to ask, "What is your name?"

"Erwin."

"Last name?"

"Doesn't matter," Erwin deadpanned. The colour drained from Mike's face as he glanced away from Erwini. He's exactly like Irvin... Mike crossed his arms over his chest quickly, staring into Erwin's eyes. Mike, however, was preparing himself mentally for the fact that Erwin was also not the same as Irvin, and things would not go in the same way that they had with Irvin... Mike couldn't deny that he missed the man that Erwin looked so much like.

"You will get three wishes," Mike began, "And then I will return to Hell." Erwin stared at Mike in silence again before finally coming up with some sort of answer.

"I don't want anything," Erwin finally said. Mike felt like he had the worst of luck.

"Come on, you have to want something," he complained, his voice raising into a slight whine. Erwin turned to Mike with shock. That sound had sent shivers through him. Instead of opening his mouth to say anything, he simply turned back around, busying himself with some miscellaneous item that he had suddenly found great interest in. It appeared that he was not in the mood to deal with Mike in the slightest. This, of course, was found undesirable by the demon, and knowing quite well that Erwin disliked being touched, Mike knew very well how to bother him. He set his hand on Erwin's shoulder looking over at the item that Erwin was looking at. A sharp hiss escaped Erwin's tight lips.

"I can make you the the smartest, the strongest, or the wealthiest man in the world," Mike said in a low voice. Erwin's eyebrow twitched again. There was an odd, curling emotion in his gut. He quickly swiped Mike's hand off of his shoulder, but Mike leaned in, sniffing carefully at Erwin. Erwin's blue eyes widened with shock. Mike could tell the difference by then, their smell.

"I don't want any of that," Erwin said, crossing his arms over his chest and giving Mike a look of finality. Mike merely smiled.

"So then, am I dismissed?" Mike asked with a slight flourish. Erwin frowned slightly, curiosity suddenly taking hold of him. He hadn't asked who that Irvin or whatever guy was. He wasn't sure if he particularly even wanted to know. Erwin opened his mouth, leaving it open as he thought upon his actions and what he desired to do. It seemed that Mike wished to leave, but would not without Erwin's consent. He was sure that had something to do with their contract...

"No. I want you to tell me who Irvin is," Erwin said with finality and all the pomp of a young prince. Mike sighed, sitting down in one of the stuffed chairs of the room. Erwin remained standing, which would have been considered impolite in most polite societies, or perhaps Mike was the one that was impolite. However, Erwin was the one that was dressed in the more relaxed manner.

"Is that what you wish?" Mike asked with a light intonation. How curious it was of Erwin to desire such a simple thing. Mike was sure that he could have learned this information by asking his grandfather or something.

"Sure," Erwin responded, fully aware of what Mike meant when he said wish. He was not an idiot. Erwin waited for Mike to answer, tapping his left foot silently. Mike observed his impatient habit with a slight smirk. Yet another similarity between him and Irvin. It was the simplest things that were similar between the two that really made his day, although they brought his mind back to the times in which he had spent with Irvin, which were vaguely painful to some degree, as Irvin was not a particularly kind guy. In fact, he was relatively brutish.

"Irvin Smith," Mike began, "Was most likely your great-grandfather, or something..." He was using very informal speech, like he wasn't trying to concern himself too much with the details of Irvin himself, but instead, just the simple facts that Erwin could probably find out on his own. He grimaced slightly.

"Don't give me that," Erwin said, "I can figure that out on my own. What was your relationship with him?" Mike flinched slightly at the prodding question. He disliked it, really. It was something that just wasn't very easily defined. Mike had a sort of l'amour sans retour that he hated talking about, and in short, it was Irvin. Irvin Smith. This was also why he was so hesitant with the young Erwin with the two being so alike, it seemed that he might just have a repeat of that detestable experience.

"I was his... servant for a time," Mike responded, "We didn't have much of a relationship at all, just as he wanted." Erwin seemed a bit surprised by this answer, though it was the truth... sadly. Mike blamed this on his eager manner of greeting Erwin earlier. He was a bit surprised, if nothing else. He had hoped it was Irvin calling him back.

"Is that really it?" Erwin pressed. Mike frowned slightly, annoyed by how observant Erwin was. He didn't seem to care who he bothered with his questions either, that was not unlike Irvin, but oftentimes, Irvin showed no care for Mike. In a way, this was a welcomed change for Mike, however, these were not the sort of questions that Mike was interested in answering.

"Yes," Mike asserted with a thin frown. Erwin seemed to ignore Mike's discomfort, beginning to pace back and forth as he thought aloud before Mike. Apparently he did not seem to think that he had anything to hide before Mike, and perhaps that was true.

"It does not seem to be that way however. I feel that you are hiding something," Erwin concluded loudly, spinning on his heel as he came to face Mike, "So tell me, what is it?" Mike frowned further, since he was able to further do so.

"Is it a wish?" Mike hissed through his teeth. Erwin stopped pacing for a moment, bringing his fingers to his chin as he thought this over. He didn't particularly want to waste all of his "wishes" on mere questions. He turned promptly back to Mike as he had had his back to him.

"Can I wish for more?" he asked strategically. Mike smiled slightly, at last, an easier topic for him. Perhaps they had finally moved away from the topic. Mike would have preferred that.

"No," he answered simply. Erwin sighed then, thinking carefully. Mike wondered what exactly was on his mind then as he wasn't speaking aloud then as he had before. With a slight huff and a straightening of his shoulders, Erwin seemed to come to a decision of sorts.

"You have to answer all of my questions, truthfully," Erwin said. Though he seemed to waste the first favour of his, he was most definitely making use of his second. Mike couldn't deny him the desire, so he merely nodded his head, acknowledging that that had indeed been his wish. It was then, at that point in effect.

"What are you hiding from me about Irvin?" Erwin said, a sly smile drifting across his handsome features. It was not a smile all that unlike one that Irvin often had as a smart man of businessing affairs. It seemed Erwin also had this trait, unluckily for Mike. However, he did only have one more wish that could be granted, and it seemed that his time with the young Erwin would be very short.

"I had feelings for him," Mike choked out. Erwin raised an eyebrow, but from the slight bulge from his eyelids and jump of his shoulders, he had obviously understood exactly what Mike had meant by those words, and the demon was, well, relatively embarrassed. He had never admitted it out loud before, and quite frankly, he never wanted to. Whatever possessed Erwin to summon him, he was hoping it would be over soon.

Erwin's expression slowly altered as he approached Mike, a softened expression caressed his features. He lifted Mike's chin to have the demon to look at him, and it shocked Mike to his very core. Mike had been feeling very bitter about the whole experience, and suddenly, Erwin was using a tender expression that made his breath catch.

"I know how you feel," Erwin said with half a frown and added, "Look people in the eyes when they speak to you." He then turned away, leaving Mike enamoured by the strange boy. Sure, he and Irvin were similar, but the differences were what really counted. Irvin had not been a very tidy man, but he could see that Erwin was quite the opposite. Once Mike had let go of the two being carbon copies, he saw the differences more. The way that Erwin carried himself was even different. Mike couldn't help it, but he liked that the two were not the same.

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It seemed that Erwin was taking his time with his final wish. Mike was with Erwin for the most part of Erwin's days. Currently, Erwin was sitting beneath a tree, reading a lengthy novel. It seemed the blonde boy enjoyed his reading and had found his second wish to still be useful, as many of his questions could be answered by Mike. However, Mike certainly did not know everything, and Erwin's lack of interest in making his final wish only made Mike nervous. Despite this, they spent a lot of time in silence.

"Can you seal a contract with a demon with a kiss?" Erwin asked suddenly, looking up from his book. Mike jumped at the sound of the boy's voice before answering.

"Yes," Mike responded. He could have elaborated on how few people sealed contracts with demons because of this rule, but also because the human was usually bound to the demon for the rest of their mortal lives. Particularly weak humans would even lose their souls to the demon. It took Mike a moment to realise that Erwin had not asked the question because he was reading a book on supernatural lore, but because the thought had occurred to him.

"I want you to kiss me," Erwin said after a long moment, in which Mike had been deep in thought. However, he was abruptly ripped out of thought by Erwin's words.

"What?!" Mike said, looking at Erwin in surprise. Erwin glared over the top of his book.

"You heard me. It's my final wish," Erwin responded. Mike looked away from Erwin before finally moving over to Erwin, placing his hands on either side of Erwin.

"Move your book then," Mike said. Erwin didn't move a single muscle, so Mike reached up and pushed the book down before leaning forward to place his lips on Erwin's. It was a chaste thing and short, but it was also soft and warm. However, Erwin did not allow Mike to pull away completely. The blonde teen pulled Mike back to him in a sloppier kiss. Mike quickly returned the kiss, a little surprised still that Erwin even wanted to kiss him.

Erwin's fingers stroked Mike's curled horns after the two had pulled away. Erwin was left panting for air. Mike was barely winded, and he smiled sadly at Erwin. It seemed that their contract had ended though it felt like it had only just begun.

"Good bye, Erwin," Mike said before completely disappearing into thin air. Erwin's fingers dropped into his lap. Tears rolled down his cheeks, and he stared silently at his book. He would have to try to summon Erwin again... He only hoped that it worked that way because Mike had stolen his fist kiss.

For the curious few who may be wondering, I posted a version of this earlier, but upon deciding it was awful, I rewrote it.

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~Corneille

March 1st: First Time

2nd: Scent

3rd: Complicity/Loyalty

4th: Trainee Days

5th: Home

6th: Borrowed clothes/items

7th: Old Bonds

8th: Historical AU