Warnings: Bullying, Name calling.

Kinks: Degrading.

Basic plot: Just setting the stage, Armin and Reiner in school.

Chapter 1.

6. 6 was a big number for Armin Arlet. He got up at 6 every morning. He brushed his teeth for 6 seconds each side. And every day in 6th period he was called every name in the book. You see, Armin wasn't a big kid, standing at only 5'4, weighing just over 120 pounds, and not having a shred of muscle. Reiner, on the other hand was the complete opposite. 6'1, 209 pounds of pure muscle. He worked out every night, played football, lifted competitively, you name it.

And he made damn sure that Armin knew just how tiny he was in comparison.

He sat next to him for a single period, period 6, and in that small amount of time he gave him hell. Stealing his stuff, tripping him and laughing, sharing embarrassing news, everything. No matter what Armin did or said, Reiner had a way to make him feel like shit. Reiner didn't know why he did. He didn't know why he can't just man and up tell him how he feels. Maybe he didn't want to admit he was gay? Maybe he feared rejection? Who knows. All he knew is he hated himself for it.

But Armin loved it. Every time Reiner called him a whore, or pinned him against the wall between classes, his legs went numb, his mind raced and all he could do was bend his knees in just the right way to hide that fact he was hard as a rock. He shuddered at the thought of what would happen if Reiner found out what he did at night, lying on his back, riding his dildo while screaming his name until his roommate came home.

Today wasn't much different. He walked quickly to his next class, chatting with his best friend Jean while he did. "So, blondie, are you going to help me with English or am I on my own again?" Jean said, nudging into Armin while smiling. "I don't know, are you and Mikasa going to keep me up until three fucking again?" He asked with a glare, looking straight as Jean chuckled. "Your just mad that you can't get with that football player." Armin punched him in the arm, causing jean to cuss and laugh. "Your such an ass!" Armin whisper-yelled, gently pushing him into his class and he walked two doors down and into his Health class. He walked briskly to his seat, dropping his bag and playing on his phone until the bell rung. As he's texting his friends he feels breathe on his shoulder, sending goosebumps up his spine. "Who are ya texting, slut? One of your fuckbuddies?" Reiner whispered, grinning as Armin turned his phone off quickly. "N-No, I was texting my roommate." He whispered back, red beginning to creep into his cheeks as Reiner laughed and sat back in his seat. "Whatever you say, bitch." He said, looking at the bored as the bell rung. Armin loved when he called him that, it always made him so weak, so horny. It didn't take long for the lesson to start, a simple one about the human anatomy 262that everyone had heard a hundred times. Armin diligently took notes, even though he knew everything about the topic. Reiner sat back, watching Armin's ass through the seat. 'God, what I would do that…' He watched and thought, thought about Armin's little legs wrapped around him, his nails digging into his back, his cute little whimpers and moans…

He was snapped back to reality by the sound of his named being whispered. He whipped his head around, staring directly /into Annie's eyes "You're staring again." She said coldly, causing Reiner's face to heat up as he looked towards the front of the room again. "Sorry, force of habit." He said with a nervous smile. 'Damnit Annie, just let me have this one!' He groaned in his head, watching the minutes as it got closer and closer to the end of class.

The bell finally rung, and everyone grabbed their things and began heading to the door, most ignoring the professor's words about the Homework. Just as Armin was about to leave, he felt something hit his shin and he flew forward and onto the floor, hearing the laughs and shouts of Reiner and his friends. "Hey slut, I think you fell." He said, walking away as Armin picked himself up off the ground and began walking in opposite directions, one laughing, one grimacing.

'Goddamit…' They both thought at the same time. 'Why'd it have to be him?'