"I wonder if she's as good in the sheets as she as is during training."
"She must be at least a C cup."
"I walked in on her once with just a bra on."
Armin wasn't a stranger to hearing these sort of hushed comments made about his friend. It was obvious to even his innocent eyes that Mikasa Ackerman oozed feminine charm and mystique, even if it was completely accidental. She seemed oblivious to the effect she had on the young men around her, (And a couple of the young women) opting instead to keep an ever-present eye on the passionate brunette she had vowed to protect at all times.
In a fit of irony, it was that certain boy that seemed to show the least interest in Mikasa's athletic physique and graceful movement. Eren was too caught up in his bitter quest for vengeance to even acknowledge the woman who was constantly falling over herself to keep him out of harm's way. The only attention he seemed to spare her was his irritation of her overbearing manner and frustration that she always seemed to underestimate him.
Armin wanted to point out the obvious to his clueless best friend, but for Mikasa's sake, he held his tongue and waited for Eren to wake up on his own.
At times the young blonde wondered if perhaps there was another female to catch his eye.
It was a hot evening after a particularly excruciating day of training under Shadis' harsh eyes. Eren had inhaled his dinner without a second thought, while Armin tried to savor each delicious bite, always wanting to remember the sweetness of the blueberry pie the soon-to-be cadets were given. Mikasa sat with them in her usual quiet manner, munching on the steamed carrots that had been offered as a sort of base vegetable.
While they had been happily eating, Armin's tuned ears perked to the conversation that Jean, Marco, and Connie were having across the table.
"I mean, come on, there's gotta be SOMEONE you like."
"No!" Jean denied Connie's inquisitions, voice cracking awkwardly in his haste to respond.
"Give me a hint, what does she look like?" Marco kept his eyes down as Connie pursued in oblivious fervency.
"I don't like any-"
"What about Krista? Everybody has a thing for Krista!" Connie was sure to cautiously glance towards Ymir's direction to make sure she wouldn't hear Jean's response.
"Well I don't." Jean stuffed a large piece of pie into his mouth.
"Mina?"
"Let it go, Connie." Marco implored softly, moving his peas around his plate awkwardly.
"No, I don't like Mina." Jean grumbled after a lengthy swallow.
"…Ymir?"
"That would be a death sentence, Connie."
"Oh, what about Mik-?"
There was the loud thud of a knee hitting the table as Jean implanted his booted foot into Connie's shin. The shorter boy let out a squeal of pain and looked up at Jean's flushed, glaring face with watering eyes. Armin turned his head to glance at them, seeing as half the room seemed to be staring at this point.
"Let's go back to our barracks, Jean." Marco quickly mediated, tugging on Jean's elbow as he stood up. Jean followed suit, attempting unsuccessfully to hide his flushed face in his brown jacket.
"What did I do?" Connie called out as the two made their exit.
"Go make out with your girlfriend, Connie!" The taller boy shouted back at him over his shoulder.
"Who…?"
Suddenly Connie made eye contact with Sasha, (Who at that point had her mouth full of Thomas' pie) then found his own blush racing up his neck as he hastily began inhaling his food.
It was this conversation that popped into Armin's mind as he and Eren laid in their beds that night.
"Eren?" Armin asked softly.
"Mmph?" Eren mumbled, wanting very badly to simply fall asleep.
"Is there someone you like?"
"What?" Eren turned over now to face his blonde friend, rubbing the exhaustion out of his eyes.
"You know," Armin was grateful for the darkness as it hid his pink cheeks. "A pretty girl. Someone you like, like."
"Not really." Eren's brow furrowed as he laid on his back, staring at the ceiling. "We don't have enough time for that kind of thing. Why would I want anything or anyone that could slow me down, you know? What about you, do you like anybody?"
Hoping to get a better response out of him and being dissatisfied of the one given, Armin pushed himself a small bit, ignoring the embarrassment and shyness that was creeping up his stomach. "W-w-well, Annie is really pretty."
"Annie?" Eren asked incredulously. "You think she's pretty?"
"I-I mean…she f-f-fights really well."
"Well yeah, but…"
"What about Mikasa? She fights really well too!" Armin pushed, waiting fervently for Eren's response.
The dark haired boy just sighed, turning over onto his side once more; back facing Armin.
"Now you're just being weird, Armin."
Armin worked to mask the disappointment in his voice as he slowly turned onto his side as well.
"Yeah, silly me. What was I thinking?" Armin laughed gently, shaking his head and heart aching for his Asian friend.
Perhaps Eren's views would change in time. Armin Arlert truly hoped so, for the both of their sakes.
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About six months after Mikasa had joined the small Jaeger family, the young Asian had woken up to blood staining the bed that she and Eren shared. After discovering the red mess, Eren promptly began searching Mikasa for cuts or injuries, knowing that she had been sleeping where the blood now laid.
Blushing, Mikasa resisted his examinations and opted instead to sit in the corner to hide her embarrassment and shame. Truly alarmed at this point, Eren flew from their bedroom, calling out for his mother and father, despite Mikasa's implorations that her adoptive brother do anything but draw attention to the situation.
Once arrived, Carla Jaeger sternly ordered Eren to go play outside while she helped clean up Mikasa's "accident". Dumbfounded, Eren turned to Mikasa for an explanation, expecting to see her as astounded as he was, but she had opted to bury her face in her knees, curled up into a little ball. Grumbling and frustrated, Eren made his exit and sat grumpily on the steps outside his house, kicking a stone and dismaying the fact that he was never in the know.
Shortly thereafter, Dr. Jaeger joined Eren on the wooden steps and patted his head affectionately, beginning to start a conversation of the birds and the bees. If Eren had been confused before, he was twice as befuddled now. Why would a woman bleed out of her private parts in order to have a baby, and why would Mikasa need to bleed now? She was nowhere near ready to have a child or do that odd thing that his father called "sexual intercourse". It felt strange to even consider Mikasa committing such an unsanitary act.
Eren became even more uncomfortable when his father described the changes that would happen in Eren's body, as well. A few of the odd transformations were already slowly beginning to occur, something that hadn't seemed odd to the young boy at the time. Now they were the sickening beginning to something he had no control to prevent or put a stop to. Oh, how Eren hated to feel out of control, especially to something as fundamental as his own body.
When he discovered the said changes fully coming into play when he turned fourteen, he paid them as little heed as possible. Inwardly he was grateful that his father had already explained human things to him from such a young age, but also sorrowed because there no longer was anyone to guide him into older, more mature matters.
As he grew, baser, primal desires began to show themselves on a regular basis, something that Eren attempted to ignore. They seemed perverted and animalistic to the boy, something he believed he was above. He had met monsters who were driven and influenced by their libido, and it disgusted him more than any other sin. To forcibly take something from another human being in order to satisfy a bodily function that was not essential to ones' health-well, it reminded him of the same monsters that consumed his mother and so many neighbors. The monsters who had attempted to take Mikasa were no better than the titans, of this he was sure. Even more considerate, honorable men were driven by something that had yet to make sense to him, and he had no desire to discover this temptation's taste.
Of course, Eren Jaeger's body had different plans.
It was a cool night in the barracks. The steady wind could be heard slamming the screen door to one of the nearby buildings, rousing the exhausted female trainees to wakefulness. Groggy exclamations and sharp words were flung back and forth for a few minutes, no one wanting to leave the soft warmth of their own bed and sheets. The bickering became harsher and crueler before a dutiful Krista stood up to go lock the door herself, and then was promptly pushed back onto her bed by a bed-headed Ymir as she stumbled to the outside door, grumbling under her breath the entire way.
The biting chill of the night prompted everyone to snuggle in closer to one another for warmth-the boys included. It was no secret that Marco would often cuddle up to Jean's back in the middle of his sleep cycle, (Though Jean would protest such close proximity, the denial was for show and he secretly quite liked having another body so close) but for the others it became a matter of necessity. The boys section of the barracks was one of the coldest in the entire establishment, and what better way to combat the frigid air than body heat?
When Eren shot into wakefulness in the darkest hours of the night, he was covered in a thin sheet of sweat that coated his skin and made his clothes cling to his body like a second skin. It seemed particularly disgusting around his crotch area, and he fidgeted as he felt his erection still firmly in place, though beginning to soften. As he turned over, he noticed that the area did not seem to be sticky with sweat at all, rather a particular gooey substance that was not consoling in the least.
After half a moment of confusion, the young man felt a thrill of horror of the mess that his body had created completely on its own. His brain began to put on a show of the dreams that he had been experiencing before being jostled into wakefulness, each making shame surface so unpleasantly that he squeezed his eyes shut in denial.
Then his eyes sprang open as he quickly looked over at Armin, who (Thank god) was safely on the other side of the cot, back facing Eren. The dark haired boy felt a smidgen of relief that it seemed Armin had not been witness to Eren's little "accident".
Eren knew he could be in trouble for leaving the boys' quarters in the dead of night, but he had nothing to clean the mess up with, and the idea of waiting until morning and risk being discovered seemed like a fate worse than Shadis' punishment. So quickly and quietly, (Wincing at the mess between his legs) Eren rose from the bed into the frigid night air and tiptoed his way out of the quarters. He felt a pang of guilt when Armin's intense shivering became present, but he figured the hygienic blonde would greatly appreciate not having his best friend's sleep-seamen smeared onto his back.
He found a broom closet not far down the hall, equipped with a rag and mop and faucet that made him so grateful he could sing. He slipped into it awkwardly before immediately reaching for the rag and faucet, setting into scrubbing at the mess in his pants and at his now softened crotch area.
What the hell was that? Eren wasn't a complete stranger to what had happened in his night pants; it wasn't as if he had never serviced himself when the itch became particularly strong and a rare moment of solitude presented itself. Though he preferred to avoid it, he was a teenage boy with bodily urges as frequent and strong as anyone else's, and it wasn't as if jerking himself off every now and then would hurt anybody. Granted, it had been a while, but privacy was a luxury in the military and the trainees simply weren't ones to receive it on a regular basis.
But how in the name of Sina could Eren blow in the deepest cycles of sleep? Never had such a thing happened to him and he had never heard of the other boys speak of it. Had he begun touching himself without his mind's true consent, so caught up in the vestige of his dreams…?
Oh, the dream.
Suddenly it was all the young man could think about, each image showing itself in his mind repeatedly in what he would expect to become dull, but due to the rising in his nether region, it seemed his body didn't find the pictures repetitive at all.
He could vividly remember how they tasted- despite having never actually done so except in dream- and the way she had whimpered when he had sucked particularly hard against the bouncy part underneath the pointy tip…
Eren began hitting himself in the leg in an effort to calm both his mind and his member. What was wrong with him? What kind of sick pervert would ejaculate in his sleep to a person that had never crossed his wakeful mind in such a way before?
Perhaps it wouldn't be as shameful if it had been anyone else, but it was his fucking sister that his brain had decided to latch onto that night. And it wasn't a fancy that had passed when his eyes had opened, oh no, the thought of Mikasa's breasts void of clothing still caused arousal to flush his wakeful mind in guilty, heated waves.
The next day-properly cleaned up but still very much tired-Eren practiced hand to hand combat with Armin, automatically taking it easier on the smaller boy and finding his muscles easily complied with his request to be gentle and slow.
"Oi, Eren!" Connie came racing towards them, sweat shining on his shaven head in the sunlight, sand sticking to his jawline. "Have you seen Mikasa? Sasha is being a fucking girl again and wanting to borrow Mikasa's shower time."
"How should I know?" Eren asked gruffly, fists still in a defensive posture from his spar with the blonde. Armin lowered his small arms in response to the sudden halt in training.
"Well, erhm, she is your sister and all-"
"She's not my sister." Eren practically spat, sounding much more vehement than originally intended.
"Huh?" Connie asked, wide eyed and showing the beginning vestiges of discomfort.
"She's….I don't…." Eren stumbled, face flushing despite the lack of exertion he had been giving.
"He's right, Connie." Armin interceded passively. "They only lived together a year and they're not in any way genetically related."
"Oh…well okay. I guess I'll go check with Mina, then." Connie mumbled, turning on his heel and shuffling away uncomfortably. His awkward shamble turning into a speedy run when Shadis' looming shadow was seen overhead, barking something critically at two female trainees who had the gull to pause a moment and share a laugh. Armin and Eren quickly went back to engaging in combat, Eren working to appear as if trying his hardest so as not to damage his best friend's pride.
"What was that about?" Armin huffed between swings and kicks, Eren successfully dodging each one of them. "Did something happen with Mikasa?"
"No!" Eren denied fiercely at the mention of her name, becoming much more involved with the simple maneuvers that Annie had pointed out the day prior to this.
Armin bit his tongue and continued pursuing his assault; inwardly a tiny speckle of hope beginning to blossom in the back of the constantly shifting gears of his mind.
The dreams became more recurrent after this, much to Eren's chagrin; and unfortunately, they always seemed to be about the same damn person. Sometimes they were so much tamer than the first had been; rarely resulting in a mess in his pants when he woke in the morning. They were still guiltily erotic and pleasant, though they were not wanted in the least. For a period of time, they were simply walking in on Mikasa in just her underwear.
She never seemed particularly shy or embarrassed in these dreams-rather a small smile was perking at the edges of her mouth as she gave him a coy look through the dark curtain of her hair. He would almost always approach her after a low purr of welcome would rasp from her throat, and right before he could wrap his arms around her smooth milky waist, the night air and Armin's nose in his back would greet him into wakefulness. While the tantalizing images were frustrating to say the least, he hated that he secretly wanted to proceed into what would happen after greeting her into his embrace.
Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, his mind decided that Eren was not getting the hint and proceeded to assault his sleep with ideas that had not even been thought before.
In this particular unconscious fantasy, Eren found himself enveloped in a fluid warmth that was so pleasurable, he could not get enough of it to douse the beginnings of a fire that was sparking through his body. Rather, it seemed to be igniting it like oil, sending the heat flashing through his body in liquid flames that rushed up from his groin, to his stomach, then fogging his mind with its unbearable pleasure.
He heard a small laugh and his eyes forced themselves open, only to see dark endless pools glinting at him in the moonlight. She was biting her lip between her pearly teeth, cocking her head as she shifted a little from her position on his hips. The sensation sent stronger waves of fire than he had ever felt before, and instinctively he thrust his hips up into the body straddling him. Instantly her face went from flirtatious to agonized, mouth opening slightly and she struggled to regain her breathing. Eren liked it when she looked like that, it was such a delightful change from seeing her so constantly composed in an expression smooth as stone. He resumed the motion, expecting to hear her sweet voice cry out, but instead it was a throaty, congested noise that sounded much to masculine to come from her dainty throat….
Authentically this time, Eren's mind breached wakefulness after being startled from sleep by Reiner's snore. He quickly noted that there was no mess between his legs, but his erection throbbed so painfully he felt goosebumps erupt down his back while sweat condensed on his hairline.
Without thinking, the teenager wrapped his hand around his erection and gave it a few tugs before messily reaching his completion, contentment soothing his tense muscles. Instantly, guilt doused the heat that had been transpiring through his body after the short nirvana. He had taken his adopted sister and dirtied her with his explicit fantasies. Not only had his unconscious desires chosen this, but in conscious wakefulness Eren decided to relieve himself to the thought of a body he had never thought he'd dare to explore. He was sick, perverted, fucked up…
After finding a spare sock underneath his cot, Eren cleaned himself up and cast a conscious glance about the barrack, finding that everyone was asleep.
What he missed, however, was his blonde bed mate's blue eyes staring traumatized at the door that stood beckoningly at the other side of the room. Armin's body was so stiff he felt the muscles in his back and thighs throb with pain, but allowed himself to relax after he heard Eren's breathing even out in slumber.
Despite the extreme embarrassment that was flushing the smaller boy's face, he began thinking of Eren's mumbling in his sleep, (aside from the groans and whimpers) that sounded very much like "Mikasa".
A/N
Ah, hormones.
Maybe something is wrong with me, but I just love the idea of all of these trainees going through puberty and wondering what the hell was going on. We tend to view them as adults-seeing as they kill and are soldiers and what not- but they are also children who go through the biological stages of growing up. Seeing as I am a woman who only dates women, (Though I have dated men in the past) I am rather clueless on what a guy's puberty is like, so I had to ask around to some of my friends. (That was a little awkward, to say the least.)
Anyway, more chapters to come. :) Reviewing would make this writer very happy. It's going to get steadily smuttier as the story progresses, however, I also want to keep this as realistic as possible. So be prepared for that. Hope you enjoyed!