A/N: Welcome to Eremin smut week! A week I have been anticipating for two months now!
Me: *Three weeks before Eremin smut week* I should really work on my chapters. I don't want a repeat of Eremin Week and how hard I worked all week.
Me: *Two weeks before Eremin smut week* I should really work on this first chapter...
Me: *One week before Eremin smut week* Dude, I really need to work on this first chapter!
Me: *Yesterday* F*** Piss a***! This is all your fault! *points at my Christmas tree* If you hadn't distracted me with your beauty, I could have been done with the first chapter weeks ago!
You blamed a Christmas tree for your laziness. Good one, Misty.
-Misty
Eremin Smut Week!
Obviously rated M for sexual content and other adult material.
Day 1: Biting
"It's all about teeth and love bites."
Being young, they didn't think anything of it.
The small bruises, the raised flesh that looked ready to break and bleed. It meant nothing to them, nothing except for one thing.
They had happiness.
On those lonely nights in the barracks, after a painful day of training that only reminded them of what was outside of the walls, of the obstacles they had to climb, of the cages they were still pent up in like wild animals, the only solitude they could find was in each other.
There was nothing.
Titans didn't exist. Their parents had never died. They weren't risking their lives in training, only to risk their lives to man eating creatures.
It was just them. All they had were each other. In a world so cruel, those few hours were all they needed to believe that there was still hope.
They had to be quiet, because apparently it was taboo to let other people in on it. They learned that the hard way the first time. They had to hide under the sheets where their muted breathes made the air hot. They always kept their lips on one another; a sure fire way they wouldn't make sounds. Like this, they were safe. They didn't like those restrictions, but if they wanted to live in that world, if only for a little while, it was what needed to be done.
However, they made sure people knew. They made sure people knew of their happiness, of their hope, of their friendship that was beyond meaningful words. No one would ever understand, and that was fine. They could have some ideas by the bruises along their skin, and that was all that was needed.
Now it was different. Now they were older. Now they knew what those things, what some of their friends called "love bites" meant.
They had to be extra careful, because now they were in the Scouting Legion. There were rules, regulations to follow, and certain areas one needed to be at certain times.
Armin had his own room to sleep in at night. It was shared with Jean, but that wasn't as big of a deal as when he was younger and he had to sleep in a room full of men. It was quieter, though Jean was a bit of a snorer. That didn't bug Armin though, because Connie snored five times more, and often woke up half of the room. Armin could consider himself lucky to be able to sleep at all with some peace and a form of quiet.
Eren slept in the dungeons, however. Armin had been down there once for visiting. It was cold, damp, and dark even with the lanterns on each side of his cell door. Armin hated how cold it was, because it was well into the summer, yet it felt like winter down there, and Eren only had a thin sheet of material to call a blanket.
The brunette didn't complain though. He ignored it fully, because it was one of the conditions to being kept alive with the Scouting Legion. Armin knew that too, but that didn't mean he didn't like it. If he had it his way, it'd be Eren in that bed on the other side of the room, softly snoring, curled up under the blankets, brunette hair peeking out from the pillow and covers while his chest rose and fell with peaceful breathing.
Or better yet, he'd be sleeping in the same bed as the Armin. The blond would have his back to him, but Eren would have his arms wrapped around him, hands against his waist and hips and keeping him warm. It would be too warm under the covers, but they'd leave them on to keep covered, because those hands would travel lower quite often.
Armin would shift in place, eyes opening from the dim fog of sleep. He was never a heavy sleeper to begin with. He'd feel Eren's hands move under his shirt, just a light skim of fingertips, but it was enough. It was enough to stir life into him, to make him happy, even if all Eren was doing was touching. Even if it was for his own sake and not the smaller teen's, it gave him such a strong sense of hope.
And what Armin would to give to feel it right now.
Sleep was a fleeting memory in his hazy mind. He sat up in his bed, eyes wide in the dark and pupils dilated to see through the blackness. The window to their room, slightly cracked open to let in the cool night air in their hot room, was letting in just enough light for Armin to see the floor and doorway.
They're the first things he headed for, quietly exiting the room without waking Jean. It was nearly pitch black in the halls as well, but one window down the hall was open some, letting in just enough light. He had to watch his footing, had to be quiet, because anyone or everyone could be awake, and he'd be caught quickly. They'd grill him for questions, and he couldn't even use the excuse that he was looking for the bathroom, because he knew it was down the corridor in the opposite direction.
He managed though. Without shoes on, which he now realized was not the best of ideas on these cold stone tiles, he managed down two flights of stairs leading to the main floor, and then down one more eerie, old, and dilapidated staircase that led down into the basement, to Eren.
He had to push open a wooden door that seemed heavier than him, and then shut it behind him, but the thing creaked and groaned in protest. Armin wouldn't have been surprised if that woke Eren up, even when he was such a heavy sleeper.
"Who's there...?"
Enough said.
Armin didn't want to make him worry any more than he probably was, and darted to the nearest cell lit on both sides of the door by lanterns. He looked inside, finding a very dazed and confused Eren lifting himself from his bed, trying to understand the situation. He could barely see in his sleepy state, what with his bangs in his face and his eyes slightly swollen from sleep deprivation. Armin smiled at that, a soft smile that was barely noticed by the brunette.
"It's just me." Armin said softly, tenderly, in a way that wouldn't raise alarm for Eren.
"Armin...?" The teen within the cell asked.
"Yeah," Armin answered and leaned his head down on the railing. It didn't take a scientist as smart as Hanji to know what Armin was down here for, though could say he was surprised.
"T-There's a set of keys on the far wall to your right. Those will open the gate." Eren explained while fully sitting up in his bed. Armin nodded his head in understanding before looking to his right. As Eren had said, the keys were hanging off of a hook mounted in the wall. He picked them up and looked over the set of keys, trying to decipher which ones went into the lock.
"They leave these so close by?" Armin asked while fingering a certain one.
"I couldn't reach them even if I tried." Eren said and lifted his arms to jingle the restrictions around his wrists. Armin fit a key into the lock, and on the first try it clicked open. The metal gates swung open too easily with an obsessive amount of squeaking. Armin feared Corporal Levi would hear it two stories up from down here. He could see Eren visibly wince at it before he walked in. He tried closing it behind him, but even the slightest of movements made too much noise, and in the end, the gate remained opened.
Armin knew Eren wouldn't run. He couldn't run, not like this. If Armin had to, he'd keep Eren chained to the bed, because he wasn't letting him go.
"Hi, Eren..." Armin said with a smile, his eyes lingering on Eren in his bed.
"Hi...?" Eren asked and then laughed. "Hi to you too, Armin. Are you going to join me?" He continued while scooting over in his bed and patting the mattress by his side. Armin did, sitting beside him before climbing into his lap. Eren laughed again, a sound akin to Heaven's trumpets at its gate. Maybe that was it, though Armin didn't care. He simply buried his face within Eren's neck and inhaled deeply, taking in that musky scent that was just so Eren.
Eren didn't mind in the least, wrapping his arms around the smaller teen, one on the small of his back, the other cradling his head and fingers musing blond hair. Armin could have fallen asleep like that, and he really wanted to fall asleep like that, but he was reminded by a simple touch of Eren's hands that he was there for a reason.
Hope. Comfort. Attention.
Okay, so maybe more than one reason.
"Armin, you never do this sort of thing." Eren stated quietly, his chin falling to rest on top of the smaller teen's hair. Armin was so close to the most blissful sleep he could get in this position, but he knew better. That didn't mean it wasn't tempting.
Eren's breath soft against his head as he sighed. His rough fingers seemingly the most gentle of touches created as they moved deftly over his body. The sheer warmth Eren's body had that kept Armin warm in this cold cell. Now Armin understood why Eren didn't care for the cold. His body was so hot that he couldn't feel it, but whether it was from his Titan powers or if that was just his nature was unsure of. Armin knew that Eren had a warm body, but he didn't remember it ever being that warm.
"Did something happen...?" The brunette inquired while sitting back some. Armin was forced to lift his head to meet Eren's gaze, but it wasn't so much of a loss. Eren's striking green eyes were staring at him as if he was reading everything that was going through the blonde's head. It was torture and loving all at once, and it wasn't fair.
"No..." He mumbled, arms lifting to wrap around Eren's neck. "I just missed you..."
"I missed you too." Eren said with one of those lady killer smiles. Too bad for them. That smile was only meant for Armin.
"We don't get to do this anymore." Armin pointed out with a sudden rush of breath. "We don't... Get to be just us... Get to spend time by ourselves..."
"Just like old times?" Eren asked. Armin nodded his head before moving forward, capturing Eren's lips against his own in the neediest of kisses he could give.
Oh yes, this was what he needed. He need that touch, that feeling, and the emotions behind it. Love, tenderness, consideration, as if anything and everything Eren was, was for Armin. It was only him that got to experience this, and he was so damn grateful.
They were still alive, and in this moment, he got to live this precious experience one more time. That was one more than he thought he would get.
"Yes," Armin sighed when their lips separated. He dropped his head down against Eren's collar bone, the warm skin inviting, and the touch invigorating.
"Well, maybe not just like old times." Eren said, prompting Armin to lift his head and silently question the brunette with his eyes. "This time around, I know what an erection is." The teen openly joked, and Armin burst into laughter.
When was the last time he could just stop and laugh like this? When was the last time he had laughed at all? He couldn't even remember, but the feeling was overwhelming.
Armin hadn't felt so light in years. He hadn't felt the pressure of the world off of his shoulders. He hadn't felt like he could float to cloud nine... Ever.
He wanted more.
Armin tucked his hair behind his ear while looking down between their laps. Sure enough, he could confirm that the sensation under his bottom was Eren's erection, though it was just the beginning. He smiled before moving off of Eren's lap all together and reaching to undo the draw string around his waist.
"You don't have to, you know..." Eren said softly, but he wasn't moving to stop the blond.
"I want to," Armin responded without giving it a second thought, and it was the truth. "But you need to do something for me."
"Anything," Eren breathed while threading his fingers into blond locks that were so soft. It should have been illegal for any guy to have such soft hair, but, then again, this was Armin.
His Armin.
"I need you to put those bruises on me." Armin said as he removed Eren's slowly stiffening cock from his underwear.
"People will see," Eren accused, his brows furrowing in concentration.
"I don't care," Armin squeezed around Eren, and just the sound that left the older teen's lips made him tremble. "Hide them if you have to. J-Just put them on me."
"Are you sure? You were embarrassed by them last time." Eren's hand untangled itself from blond hair to rest against the porcelain skin of Armin's cheek, restraints jingling again. Blue eyes looked up at him, wide and pleading, and Eren felt himself grow ever so closer to perfect release.
"Yes, please Eren. I need them." Armin said while readjusting his hair to uncover his neck. "Hurry..." He begged him.
Damn. No need to tell him twice.
Eren wrapped his arms around the boy's smaller body and pulled him forward, Armin having to balance himself on his knees over Eren's legs while the brunette's lips began the incredible task of marking his skin.
This was definitely what Armin needed. He had almost forgotten the wonders that Eren's lips could produce, the sensations that overtook his body when Eren sucked just right. He knew exactly where all of Armin's weak points were, and funny enough, they were all at his neck. Armin enjoyed it when Eren would bite him just behind his ear, enough to draw blood, but not enough to actually hurt him.
This may have been a bad sign of him enjoying it. What was the word for it again? Masochist? Armin really didn't care.
It was enough for Armin though, enough to feel that hot breath against him as Eren's breathed out and enough to feel his veins working overtime to compensate for all of the blood flow heading south.
"Ahh..." Armin let out a breathless gasp, his hand trembling by his lips as Eren began marking him against his collar bone.
That just wasn't fair. If Eren kept doing that, Armin was going to come without being touched, and here he was doing a terrible job at thanking the brunette.
He could tell that Eren was impatient as well. Just as he began to move his hand, Eren's moved to cover over his. He made Armin's hand move faster and harder, and the blond had no problems with that. In fact, when Eren's other hand moved under the hem of his sleeping pants, Armin was seeing stars.
"Fuck," Eren cursed against that pale skin, and the foul language had Armin bending his back in an arch.
"L-Like that," Armin whimpered, his hand tugging faster around Eren's cock. He allowed just the lightest of scratches of his nails to attend to the aching erection, but only because Eren's hand began fondling at the skin hanging from the base of his member. He hadn't meant to do it, but Eren's reaction was breathtakingly beautiful. It was enough to have Eren throwing Armin down into the best, getting between his legs, and grinding against him.
Armin downright moaned. He wasn't sure if he had any decency or care left for anyone who heard them. Let them hear. Eren was his, and Armin wanted to prove it.
Eren groaned beside his ear, his hand moving down to grab at both of themselves and stroke at their heated flesh. Armin's back bent at an angle, a cry leaving his lips as he bucked his hips up.
He truly hoped Eren was close. If not, Armin would have been terribly embarrassed to come so early.
"Oh fuck yes," Armin ever so rarely cursed. It depended on the situation and what it called for, and right now, the blond was trying to keep himself from screaming the foulest (and probably illegal) language to Eren.
"Shit, Armin..." Eren grabbed at Armin's hair and pulled, forcing Armin's head to the side. Armin gasped, and once again, he was crying in utter ecstasy as Eren bit into him just below his ear. Eren probably wasn't aware that his grip was bordering uncomfortable, or that one of his more sharply-shaped teeth broke the skin on his neck, but it wasn't like Armin cared.
With just a few more bucks of his hips and another nip at his neck, and Armin was tossing his head back into the lumpy mattress and silently screaming with the rush of his orgasm. He couldn't even register his fluids getting onto his shirt, a stain that would be very noticeable, but fuck the people who saw. It was liberating, his body shaking and trembling and his heart racing in his chest, or maybe it had stopped.
Just vaguely through the thick smog of his orgasm, he felt Eren's release join what was on his chest. Eren's teeth sunk deeper, a delicious groan leaving his busy lips as he frantically rode out his peak of pleasure.
Armin scratched his nails into the nape of Eren's neck, knowing it would be noticeable, and that was good.
Eren was his, after all.
A/N: I actually really liked how this one came out. I decided I wanted to be a little more realistic with their sex. In my opinion, two fifteen year olds without any parents who are in the military since nine-ten aren't going to know "proper" sex. (Does anyone?) So I decided there'd be massive rutting and clumsiness. Hope you enjoyed. :3