It has been long and still, I apologize. Thank you for the follows and the favorites. I hope that I won't disappoint you. I must warn you that there are graphic, NC-17 scenes here so please be wary of those around you. Seriously. Heed my advice for I hath been spied by another person and it has not been a very good experience.
This chapter is not edited so I encourage corrections if there are some.
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"Eren?" Levi calls out.
The boy turns to the man and fixes him an empty look. "What is it, Corporal?" The boy's eyes remain closed; something he had grown accustomed to ever since his eyes grew back days earlier. Needless to say, Eren is still blind even after the torturous experience.
Levi takes the seat across Eren. "Are you still not suffering?"
The boy turns to the window. He lifts his eyelids and looks outside almost as if he can see the brewing storm clouds over them. "No," he replies, though Levi suspects that he doesn't have the same bravado he had the first time he asked him. "Although, I can't say the same about the Squad." Eren leans his head on the window's border. "Am I…" he hesitates.
"Speak in complete sentences, shitty brat." Levi snaps.
"Am I a burden, Corporal?" he asks.
"Yes." Levi replies without hesitation. "You're blind and because of that, Erwin and the rest are arguing on what to do with you. You brought the atmosphere around the place down because of your shitty situation. You also act like you don't give a flying fuck, and that really grinds my gears." He crosses his legs and leans his chin on his fist. "You've been quite a disappointment both to me, and the whole damn Survey troop. For all we know, Titans could go fucking things up again and you're still sitting your pretty ass in here, staring at god knows what because you can't fucking see, Jaeger."
"We're in a shithole of situation, so yes, you're like a massive cartful of useless shit that we have to drag around."
Eren's eyes once again fall close and remain that way. "Thank you for being honest, at the very least." He shows a half-hearted smile, and that faux peace freezes in his face when he feels a soft breeze caress his lips.
Levi leans forward; his arm propped against the window and his lips barely inches away from the blind teen's own parted ones. He manages to stop himself from completely pressing them together, instead, he freezes halfway for reasons he himself doesn't even know. It's probably because of Eren's sudden stiff posture, or his façade of a smile cracking ever so slightly, or probably how the teen's expressionless eyes suddenly floods with something akin to fear, or so he thinks. Levi doesn't know, and he's not quite sure he wants to find out.
The sudden loud downpour of rain snaps them from their daze.
"Stand up, you're going to bed." The Corporal snaps before walking away.
Eren regains the feelings on his legs and he pushes himself up from the chair. He reaches for his walking stick and makes his way outside the room with much more ease than the previous days.
He follows Levi not far behind as they make their way to the basement. The blind teen feels through the walls for support as he makes his way downstairs. Soon, he and the Corporal enter his bedroom and he reaches to his drawer to take out his night shirt.
"Corporal?" he calls out while stripping his jacket. He's no longer wearing his 3D maneuver gear because they deemed it to be useless for him anyway.
The said man looks at the boy with an eyebrow raised. "What is it?" he asks patiently.
"Earlier, back in the room… did you try to kiss me?"
Levi's eyes widens at the question. He immediately manages to hide his surprise; though that doesn't mean that he can speak quickly enough.
"I-It's fine it you did." Eren stutters softly before gently unpeeling his shirt. "It's just that… I mean…" he allows his pants to drop down to the ground. He steps out of them and turns around, knowing fully well that he's standing stark naked in front of the Corporal. "If you'd like, then I really don't mind."
He unabashedly extends his arms in front of him as an invitation. "You can do whatever you please with me. Nobody will judge you, Corporal. Nobody will have to know, and nobody will have to see."
Almost as if a massive, unstable dam cracked one last time, emotions start flooding the older man- deeming all his rationale useless.
Eren feels a hand wring his wrist and soon, a pair of lips touches his. The soft skin gently molds against his, tilting just right to fit snuggly against the boy's chapped ones. He feels a tongue dart out and caresses him ever so delicately.
The blind boy gently steps back and once he feels the hard frame of his bed, he slowly moves down and sits on top of it. The hand that was on his wrist makes its way to his hips and the other pushes him down the bed, all the while with their lips melting against each other.
Eren's unseeing eyes stare at the ceiling as the man who seems to be a stranger heatedly kisses down his neck. The boy's mind strays out of focus. He remembers the time when the man bathed him the first night he had been robbed from his sight. He can recall each and every careless graze of his skin against the other. At first, he deems it all to be unintentional; though, his suspicion grows when he had to relieve himself.
He knew that the man didn't leave the bathroom.
Of course, Eren dismisses it for the second time. He forces himself to believe that the other was just being protective of him.
The almost kiss, however, was the last straw.
Eren's heightened senses can barely smell the usual clean scent; instead, he can pick up sweat and musk. His ears can't hear previously snarky voice, but only the sound of heavy breathing and obscene sloppy noises. His skin can't feel strong, protective hands. All he can feel is a pair of demanding, calloused fingers that wander around his skin, touching in places he himself hardly ever touches.
The man on top of him feels like a complete stranger.
"Eren," the voice of the Corporal whispers against his ear. Two slick fingers press against the boy's entrance, and not long after, the two protruding appendages push inside the tight ring of muscle.
The blind boy's eyes widen at the sudden intrusion. He struggles away from the fingers, but Levi holds him still by gripping on his shoulder and forcibly pushing all the way inside. Eren's eyes go wide with surprise and pain as the fingers stretch him none to gently. He bites the inside of his mouth, only to release it almost immediately in fear that he might draw his own blood.
Eren remains clutching on the sheets, his knuckles white, his body trembling uncontrollably, and his green eyes streaming with tears.
Those foreign hands flip him over, causing him to face the hard mattress that is his bed. He buries his face on the pillow as those same hands grab his hips and lift them up. Fingers find their way to his buttocks and soon, he feels unfamiliar, slick skin touch his entrance.
Those forceful digits part his cheeks aside and Levi thrusts inside him, his movement lubricated by hand cream he always has in his pocket. He can hear the man's trembling breath as he slowly but steadily pushes inside, unaware and seemingly uncaring about the boy's well-being.
The forest eyed teen's sobs are buried under the sound of thrumming rain. It hurts. It really hurts. His nails claw on the wood until they snap and break. He catches the fabric of the pillow between his teeth and bites on it like a gag. Relentless tears fall down his eyes as the searing pain from behind pierces him like freshly burnt metal. He wants it to end. He desperately wishes for the other man to just finish already.
Levi pulls back and slams back in, repeating the action once, twice, and thrice. He relishes in pleasure while dismissing the boy's discomfort. He pounds and thrusts into the teen's abused entrance while gripping tightly on the other's hips.
One is submerged in ecstasy while the other drowned in pain.
Both of which are unaware of each other's feelings, and neither are really not sure if they cared anyway.
'Why are you doing this?'
Eren tilts his head and he finds his face looking down at him with golden eyes. The reflection's hair reaches down to his shoulders. His apathetic eyes are transfixed on the blind boy. 'Why did you do this?' the golden eyed teen asks again.
'Why…' Eren feels his whole body rocking as the man behind him pounds relentlessly unto him. 'Because this is the only thing I can do…'
'But you're suffering.' The other says as he crouches down and looks at the other up close. 'It hurts, doesn't it? You're practically being raped. You don't want this, Eren. I can tell.'
The green eyed titan shifter clenches on the bed sheets. 'I… It's alright. I just have to endure this. It all ends once the rain stops falling.'
'Don't lie to yourself, Eren.' The golden eyed teen reprimands. 'This thing? This will never end.' He sits down the dark in front of the other. 'You never expected this from him, did you? The person you looked up to and admired so much that you thought of him an elder brother, is bearing so much lust, so much desire for you.'
'Stop…' Eren whimpers while pulling his fist on his face. 'Please, just stop.' He begs.
'The strongest soldier is down on his knees, pounding in you showing nothing but carnal desire. It's so distorted in more ways than one,'
'I don't want to hear anymore… just stop!' Eren sobs.
The golden eyed teen pauses, before he leans down and takes Eren's chin on his hand. 'I'm sorry, I was just teasing you.' He whispers before he wipes the green eyed boy's tears away. 'Come now, I'll suffer for you. Just close your eyes and sleep. I will do the rest.'
"Corporal," Eren feigns a longing moan as he lifts his hips higher.
The man falls for the act all too easily. He laces his fingers with Eren's as he pounds deep and fast into the boy. He leans forward, tilts the Titan shifter's tear stained face and presses a loving kiss over those trembling lips.
Unknown to both of them, two phantoms sit nearby. The ghostly reflections both silently watch as their originals screw each other without much a care in the world. The sickening smile on the Corporal's ghost slowly falls as he watches the boy sob when his body thrust into him relentlessly. The long haired, golden eyed reflection, however, sits quietly by the chair. His face is void with any hints of emotion.
'Disgusting,' one spits and the other mutters at the two hypocrites on top of the bed.
'Ah, you've done it.' The phantom clicks his tongue as he watches his own body stand naked by the bed, all but watching the unmoving boy by the mattress. He skips over to the Titan shifter and places his hand over the teen's mouth. 'He's not dead, at least. I wouldn't want to have necrophilia.' He faux shivers at the thought. 'Well, it's not like you would care if he dies either way. As long as a person has a hole you can fuck, then it won't be that bad, yeah?'
Levi glares at the ghost lingering around Eren. 'What the fuck are you talking about?' he hisses with unadulterated hate.
The eccentric reflection looks at Levi with a dubious expression. 'You should know that better than anyone!' he hovers over the teen, both having his knees and his hands supporting him. 'Petra, nearly half of the Survey Corps-oh! And those cute companions of yours back when you're still underground?' he caresses Eren's cheek with his ghostly hand. 'It's cruel and laughable how they all died one by one, and now this poor child has become victim of your insane desires; but unlike them, he won't die easily.' He leans forward to get a better look at the unconscious boy. 'This kid is feeling so helpless that he would do anything just so he can be of use, and just like everyone else, he wanted to impress you. He's so earnest that it's making me sick, and of course, just like everyone else, you took advantage of his feelings.'
'Don't get me wrong though, I'm not judging you.' He pushes himself away and walks around the room. 'Everyone in this fucked up world has their own coping methods, you see? You people in the Survey Corps have it tough; hence, your defense mechanism is also extreme.' He casts his eyes to the teen. 'This boy chooses to be blind, while you, the humanity's strongest soldier, made me.'
Levi clenches his fist and glares fiercely at his mirror. 'Get the fuck out of my head, you freak!' he yells.
The ghost feigns offence at the harsh address. 'I'm no freak. You gave me a name, so I would appreciate it if you were to use it.'
The Corporal releases a trembling breath. He reaches to Eren and carries him gently to the chair. He tries hard, but fails to dismiss the spirit like image prancing around the room, chanting 'say it, say it!'
'Look, if you say it, then I won't bug you anymore for tonight,' he bargains. 'Also, you should ask really nicely.'
Levi shoots him a hateful look, but decides to do as he says just to get over with. 'Just go away, Rivaille.'
Rivaille grins maliciously. 'It's funny how you gave me the name Kenny used to call you, but oh well, it's not like it doesn't fit me.' His body slowly dissipates. 'It's so fucked up, it's giving me chills.' He vanishes ultimately and is left unheard of the whole night, leaving Levi tending a seemingly lifeless boy on the chair.
He changes the sweaty sheets. Soon after, he carries Eren back to the bed and starts cleaning him off with a damp towel. The boy remains motionless the whole time apart from the barely noticeable rise and fall of his chest.
"Wake up already, you shitty brat." He glares at the corpse of a body in front of him. His voice cracks at the sight of Eren's raw fingers and snapped nails.
Levi's head bows down and leans on the boy's unusually pale chest.
"That's a direct order."
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