Craen, this part is all for you!

Continued from the last chapter…

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Throwing a warning up, just because I think I should:

Mature content after the break.

Sasha was too giggly to sleep. She couldn't help but feel like she needed to do more for her revenge against Connie. All he had to do tomorrow was wash his face, and everything she'd done would fade away. She'd suffered with those stupid feathers for days. Every time she turned around, there were more. Stuck to her clothes or falling out of her hair or getting into her food… At one point, she was almost convinced that he'd been following her around and sticking more onto her when she wasn't paying attention.

A mustache and some side burns weren't nearly enough. She crossed her arms behind her head and sighed. What could she do? Nothing that would affect Eren, of course. Mikasa might kill her. Maybe she could get Jean in on the prank? He certainly hadn't stopped her earlier. But what should she do?

There were all sorts of random things that had been left behind when the MPs abandoned this place years ago, but nothing really useful. Captain Levi had tasked her with going through most of it to search for anything that could help them. Other than some rope and a few cases of smoke flares, everything else was just junk.

When the idea hit her, she bolted upright. Mikasa opened her eyes long enough to glare at her, but she just rolled over and went back to sleep after Sasha's sheepish grin. Scrambling her way to the door and gaining her feet at last, she darted down the stairs. In one little storage closet, she'd found a bottle of blue dye. Regardless of what it had been used for before, she knew what she wanted to do with it now.

It took a long time to dig through all of the boxes to find that one small bottle. With no candle, she worked by the dying embers of the fire in the hearth of the kitchen across the hall. She had to keep quiet, too, or face Captain Levi's wrath along with Mikasa's. Those two were so picky about their sleep…

Cheering silently to herself, she pulled the little white bottle from one of the very last boxes. There were stains around the top from where the last person to use it had made a mess. She sat the bottle on the floor just outside of the closet before replacing everything she'd dragged out to get to it. She didn't want to have to clean it up later, after all, and she'd finally started yawning.

After a little bit more searching, she found a pair of rubber gloves in the kitchen. She didn't want to get any of the dye on herself, after all. With slow movements to keep herself as quiet as possible, she began to creep back up the stairs. The door was still cracked a little, but when she peeked inside, Jean was nowhere to be seen. She thought nothing of it and continued on her mission.

Getting Connie's blanket away from him had been the hardest part. Then it was easy to open the bottle and drip careful lines all over his back. With any luck, he wouldn't notice at all until someone else pointed it out to him. His shirt would be ruined, but she'd just give him one of her own if he put up too much of a fuss about it. When she was finished, she sat back and grinned from ear to ear.

They'd started mocking the Military Police Brigade after the battle in Trost. It was their own private joke, a small way to make themselves feel better about choosing the Survey Corps instead. The horse's head she'd drawn covered most of his back. She wasn't a talented artist, but he'd understand. In some weird way, he always understood.

She screwed the cap back onto the bottle and pulled off the gloves before heading back down the stairs. Jean still had not returned, but she just dismissed it. Maybe he had to take a shit?

Dashing back down to the little closet, she hid the bottle of dye in another box and went to scrub off what had splashed on the rubber gloves before it dried. It wasn't a perfect job, but then, who would really care? Even if she was chewed out for getting dye on the gloves, it would be worth it to see Connie's expression.

She let herself yawn loudly for a moment. Captain Levi appeared at the top of the stairs that led down into the basement cells. He just stared at her for a moment, then grabbed one of the buckets close-by, and descended again. She shrugged him off and made her way back to the room she was sharing with Historia and Mikasa.

A strange sound made her pause before she reached the door. It was soft, but it was enough to make her curious. She didn't recognize it. They had to be careful out here, anyway; people were still after Eren and Historia. On full alert, she held as still as possible and closed her eyes.

She could hear Historia's soft snores from their room just down the hall. She could hear a faint scratching sound coming from below. The Captain had been working down there for most of the night with Squad Leader Hange. She didn't really know what they were doing, but she knew it was going to involve the Interior MPs they were planning to capture. Tomorrow would be the perfect day for it, too. Stormy and dark, with plenty of rain to wash away their tracks and low visibility for anyone trying to spy on them.

The sound came again. It almost sounded like someone was hurt. She moved up the stairs to the second landing. They'd blocked most of that area off since the windows had been broken out. It had been impossible to clean it up and keep it warm. One of the rooms had been somewhat useable, but Captain Levi refused. He and Squad Leader Hange were sharing the room across from the one she, Historia, and Mikasa were in.

The hair on the back of her neck began to prickle as she stepped off of the landing and into the short hall. Her footsteps were silent. Even the rustle of her clothes seemed muted. She didn't have a weapon if there was an intruder, but she could certainly shout loud enough to alert the others.

The door to the only decent room on this floor was at the far end of the hall. One of the floorboards creaked under her foot, so she froze again. She could hear a whisper, but not the words. Then another soft sound, a distinct groan this time, and she clenched her fists. There was no sense in raising the alarm until she was certain, so she continued on. Just a few more steps…

When she reached the door, she put her hand on the knob and waiting for a moment. There were sounds of soft rustling coming from the other side. Taking a steadying breath, she gripped the handle a little harder and turned it as she pushed.

Her eyes went wide.

Jean was on the floor with his back and head resting against the wall. Armin was straddling his waist. Jean's shirt was open.

There was light in the room thanks to a break in the storm clouds. The moon shone through the broken window. She could see the faint red marks that littered Jean's chest. Armin and Jean both were blushing. Jean's hands were wrapped around Armin's waist, gripping his ass. One of Armin's hands was still in Jean's hair, but the other was between them, hidden from her sight.

Suddenly, Sasha grinned.

"Try to be quiet, you too," she sang with a quick wink. "The Captain and Hange are still down in the basement working." With that, she spun on her heel and shut the door. She giggled to herself for a long moment, clutching at her sides as she doubled over.

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They listened as Sasha shuffled back down the hall, barely stifling her laughter. Armin looked back over at Jean with a small, sheepish smile. Jean was still in shock, his mouth open slightly. Armin took full advantage of the moment, gripping a handful of Jean's hair once more and pulling his head back before latching onto the front of his throat with his lips. Jean grunted and jerked slightly, his fingers digging into Armin's ass once more.

"Armin…" The word came out as a half strangled moan. One of his hands shifted up, his palm flat and fingers spread over the small of Armin's back as he pressed him closer.

"Do you want me to stop?" Armin lifted himself a little higher and moved to Jean's mouth, kissing him as he waited for an answer. Jean broke away for just a moment to shake his head.

"She knows now, so what's the point?" Armin felt his cheeks burn a little warmer as Jean brought the hand on his ass around Armin's waist. He gripped hard for just a moment. Armin crushed his lips to Jean's once more.

There was no hesitation for the moment, just rough kisses and hands. Jean's breath hitched in his throat when Armin shifted his fingers against him, adjusting his grip. The hand he had in Jean's hair relaxed at the same time and fell down to Jean's shoulder.

Jean's hands moved again, coming together at the buttons of Armin's shirt and working quickly to unfasten them. When it was open, his fingers skimmed over Armin's chest and stomach, then to his sides where Jean gripped his hips. He pushed Armin back slowly and bent his head, his lips grazing over Armin's neck, shoulders, and chest. He lifted Armin higher and shifted him backwards a little more.

"Jean?" Armin's question caught in his throat when Jean's tongue flicked over one of his nipples. He brought his lips around it and sucked very softly. Jean's hands found the waist of his pants and began to tug at the buttons. It took only a moment. The next thing he knew, Jean was moving lower, shifting away from Armin's grasp as he changed his position.

One of Armin's hands flew to his mouth, biting down on his fingertips; the other hand dug into Jean's shoulder. His spine straightened as he tried to lift his hips just a little higher. Jean had taken him into his mouth, his tongue moving against him in ways that Armin had never imagined. One of Jean's hands was at his ass again, pulling him forward and lifting him a little higher; the other pulled Armin's hand away from his mouth.

Armin couldn't stop the sound that erupted from his throat when Jean began to move in earnest. Jean did let go of Armin's hand, but only to replace Armin's fingers with his own. Armin's head fell back, Jean's palm sliding over his throat and his fingers along Armin's jawline. Armin latched onto Jean's arm as his head came forward once more. Jean pressed his fingers to Armin's lips.

Jean continued for a moment more, then moved again. He wrapped his arm under Armin's ass and lifted him higher, where his knees were almost off the floor. Armin gasped again, then bit down on Jean's fingers to stay quiet.

Armin's hand left Jean's arm, brushing lightly though his hair. He gave another tiny moan just as he felt Jean's throat close around him. Jean repeated the action again and again. Armin's head was spinning as he bent forward. Once more, and he lost himself, shaking slightly and trying his best not to cry out. He whimpered slightly as Jean pulled away.

Jean lowered him slowly and held him close as Armin sank forward into Jean's chest. He was breathing hard, his face pressed into Jean's shoulder. It took him a moment to gather himself, but when he did, he looked up. Jean was resting his head against the wall behind him with a small, amused smile on his face. Armin felt his cheeks burning once more.

"What… What about… you?" Armin was mildly frustrated for himself with his inability to speak at the moment, but the irritation vanished at Jean's light chuckle.

"Don't worry about me," he muttered. "I'm… good."

Armin just nodded and pressed his face back into Jean's shoulder. They sat like that until the first drops of rain began to hit the remaining panels of glass in the broken window across the room. Jean was gentle as he put both hands on Armin's shoulders and made him sit back. With fumbling fingers, they righted their clothes. Jean slid away and stood first, then held out his hand for Armin. He accepted and let Jean pull him to his feet, but he was a little surprised when Jean pulled him close and held him tight.

"Armin…" Jean sighed just a little before pressing his lips to the top of Armin's head. He tilted his head back to look up at Jean. He looked like he had something important to say, but also like he didn't know how to say it.

Armin smiled. "We're going to have to deal with a lot of teasing now."

Jean laughed once. "Yeah, probably." He bent down and kissed Armin's forehead. "Doesn't matter, though. Not… not to me, anyway."

"Me either." He stood on his toes to press a quick kiss to Jean's cheek. "We'd better go back up, though. It's Eren's turn to keep watch."

Armin made to step back, but Jean's arms tightened around him. "Do… do you… blame me for not doing anything earlier?"

He looked up at Jean with a sad smile. "No. You were tied up too, and even if you had done something, it would have ruined the entire mission." He rested his head against Jean's shoulder once more. "I told you earlier, I want to forget it. This… helps."

"Well," Jean sighed, "everyone and everything else be damned, right?"

Armin laughed. "Right."