Morning guys, thought I'd edit and upload this now as I'm about to go and do my busiest day at work (aside from Christmas... kill me now). Anyway hope you enjoy :D

It's only for a little while. That's what he keeps telling himself – it's only for a little while – but after two weeks word has spread and no one seems to want just dances anymore. They want to fuck him. He hasn't seem Jean for a while (maybe his cash flow finally ran out, he thinks wryly) but maybe that's a good thing. He doesn't know how he would deal if the one person who he didn't want to know he was a prostitute did.

Prostitute...

That's just what he is now, there are no two ways about it. He fucks people for money and accepts what they pay him – the very definition of a prostitute. The club is basically a brothel now. Armin can't think of a single person (except the security guards) who doesn't fuck for cash. He couldn't work up the nerve to ask any of the others if Erwin made then do a 'trial run' too. He almost doesn't want to know. The fact that he had to still makes his skin crawl.

He tries not to think about it too much and every time he does he feels sick but he doesn't have time for the self-loathing spiral tonight as a knock at the door signals he has to go back to work.

"Come in," he calls as seductively as he can. He's gotten very good at faking it over the last two weeks, maybe a little too good. He can't even remember the last time he felt something genuine other than something negative.

The door opens to reveal a tall, nervous looking man, his blond hair pulled back into a low top-knot. He has a nice face (which makes a change) and under other circumstance Armin may have even found him attractive, especially with the tiny goatee he's got going on. Armin smiles at him – fake of course – as the man closes the door behind himself.

"H... hi," he stammers.

"Hello," Armin says as he slowly saunters towards the man. "It's not to meet you, I'm Azure."

"Eld," the man says.

"Eld," Armin says letting the name roll off his tongue. The lilting tone of his voice seems to make Eld's knees a little weak and Armin can't deny knowing that he has this effect on people is a bit of a confidence boost, always has been. "So Eld where would you like me?"

"Um... well..." Eld stammers. "You see, I've never done this before so..."

"So we can take it slow," Armin says. He's gotten so good at being able to separate himself from a given situation and when he speaks it almost doesn't sound like his voice. "How about I ease you into it, free of charge?" Another thing Erwin has told him to do when it looks as if a customer need a little incentive.

"Okay..." Eld says, his voice a breathy whisper that lodges in his throat as Armin sinks to his knees in front of him.

This is second nature to him now. This is just another part of this job he thinks as he undoes Ed's belt. He feels Eld stiffen as he unzips his jeans and works his cock free from his boxers. He doesn't usually do this – don't want to catch anything if I can avoid it – despite the screening that he's told all clients have to go through it's a good excuse. This time he'll make an excuse. This time he'll make an exception – he's not sure why but, in this instant, he will. Call it temporary insanity, call it needing to feel in control for one, call it anything to make him forget what it actually is.

He lets his mouth fall open and his tongue lick a strip along the underside of Eld's cock. Eld stiffens again underneath him and lets out a strangled groan as Armin takes as much of his cock into his mouth as possible, taking it right to the back of his throat. Another groan and Armin feels Eld's fingers tangle in his loose hair. If he closes his eyes he can just about imagine that it's Reiner but, realistically, that stopped working a long time ago.

The fingers in his hair tighten as he gives Eld another hard suck and before he knows what's happening he is harshly yanked off Eld's cock. He looks up at him with innocent blue eyes and half expects Eld to cum over his face but he doesn't.

"How was that?" he asks.

"Holy shit," Eld pants and he just about manages to prise his fingers out of Armin's hair.

"So where would you like me?" Armin all but purrs. Thankfully things seem to be moving pretty swiftly, no one ever wants to draw these things out they just want to get inside Armin as quickly as possible.

"Well I kind of like how you look now," Eld says, "on your knees."

"Okay," Armin says, sitting back on his heels and undoing the buttons of his oversized shirt, "we can do that."

Any previous nerves on Eld's part seem to be gone now as he watches Armin shrug his shirt off. He runs his fingers through Armin's hair again, giving it a gentle tug as he does, before undoing the buttons on his own shirt. If this weren't a business transaction there would be kissing but it is so the best Armin does is put on a bit of a show as he takes his boxers off.

Eld's very attractive actually – he's well built, hiding a lot of muscle under that shirt, and Armin has to admit that it does make a nice change. Eld just leaves his shirt open and his cock out of his trousers as he kneels behind Armin. A surprisingly gentle hand caresses his back and it does catch him a little off guard. Whether Eld notices or not Armin doesn't know but he ignores it – it's a business transaction – and gives Eld a smirk over his shoulder. The gasp that leaves Eld's lips as he pushes Armin's cheeks apart does at least give him another small stab of pride.

He's learnt to prepare himself before his client comes in (he learnt that the hard way the first time) and he bites his lip, maintaining eye contact as he slowly pulls a plug out of himself. The rigmarole of the condom and the extra lube goes by quickly and soon enough Eld is thrusting into him. Once it's happening Armin can sort of forget that it is. Retreat inside his own head and occasionally moan to spur Eld on and seem like he's involved.

Eventually, after a series of erratic thrusts, Eld still inside him and cums. He continues to thrust until he's satisfied but wastes no time as he pulls out and cleans himself off. Armin grabs his clothes and pulls them back on as Eld re-dresses as well. There's no reason for either of them to hang around and Armin wants to go get himself cleaned up before the next one. There is one matter that needs to be taken into consideration first.

"So how much do I owe you?" Eld asks once he's dressed.

"Seven hundred," Armin says. Clearly he seems to be pushing it as Eld's brow furrows.

"Sorry, Mr Smith said five hundred before," he says.

Armin's jaw tightens an he forces himself to smile. God fucking damn it Erwin. "Sorry, my mistake," he says. "Forgot I said the first bit was free of charge."

"Okay," Eld says. He takes out his wallet and presses a wad of notes into Armin's hand.

"Thanks," Armin smiles and slips the notes into the waistband of his boxers. He toys with the idea of just keeping the lot and not giving it to Erwin for him to take his cut but he knows what would happen if he got caught.

Eld stares at him awkwardly for a moment before he offers a hasty "See you," and leaves. Armin takes a deep breath, holds it and counts to five before leaving himself, knowing that there will be someone on the other side of the door to take his earnings. Sure enough, Gunther is outside to take the money to Erwin. Armin hands it over without fuss before making his way to his dressing room.

Once inside, alone and undisturbed, he sits down in the rickety chair in front of his dressing table, folds his arms on top of the unforgiving surface and buries his head in them. Just like every single other time he's fucked someone for money he feels shame and self-loathing begin to settle in the pit of his stomach. Before he knows it he's crying softly, safe in the knowledge that he doesn't have another client lined up for the evening yet.

The door bursts open and Armin jolts up, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. I can't let anyone see I've been crying, especially not Erwin. Having said that there's only one person who opens the door this obnoxiously every time.

"Arrrrrrrrrmiiiiiiiiiin!" Ymir sings as she pushes the door closed behind her. How can she still sound so cheerful? This is killing me!

"Hey Ymir," he says, his voice a little thicker than normal. Unfortunately Ymir notices.

She walks over to him. "What's wrong?" she asks, suddenly serious.

"Nothing," Armin lies, shaking his head.

"And the two of us are totally straight," she says as she leans against the edge of the dressing table. "Come on what's wrong? You can tell me."

Armin lets out a shaking breath as he tries to think of the right words. Tears sting his eyes and the words get caught in his throat. "I am... struggling," he says finally.

"I get that," Ymir says quietly, "but this is just how it is now and we've got to deal."

"How are you dealing?" Armin asks. "I mean, no offence or anything, but you sound as chipper as ever."

"I just found something to help me take the edge off," she says.

"Oh yeah?"

Without a word she pulls a small plastic bag out of the back pocket of her tiny denim shorts. Armin stares at it for a moment, it contains a small amount of white powder, before he realises what it is. His eyes widen and his jaw drops.

"Cocaine?" he asks hoarsely.

"I've been dealing on the side," she says. "Before we started getting paid more, when I was just stripping, I started selling just to make ends meet and it's good money."

"You realise that if Erwin catches you with this you'll be beyond fired," he says. Surprisingly Erwin is incredibly strict on drug possession.

Ymir shrugs. "I'm careful," she replies. "Only reason I've got some on me tonight is one of my suppliers also paid for a fuck."

Armin's gaze darts from the bag in her hand to Ymir's face and back again. It would take the edge off and not having to think for a while would be fantastic. He shouldn't though. That's just another road I never thought I go down...

"I can't really afford it," he says finally.

"Consider it on the house if you want it," she says. "It's just to take the edge off."

Armin looks between the bag and Ymir again. It this really a good idea? Before his brain can decide one way or another he reaches out and take the bag.

"Thanks," he says. He can't quite meet her eyes, almost as if he's ashamed of his decision and he kind of is.

"Just don't make a habit of it," she says and runs her fingers through his hair. It's comforting and he might start welling up again if she keeps doing that.

"I won't," he says.

"I gotta go," she tells him. "Got my next client coming in in a sec."

"Okay," Armin says. "Good luck."

"See you later," she says. She drops a kiss on the top of his head before she leaves, closing the door behind her.

Now that he's alone Armin immediately opens the bag and lines the cocaine up on the top of the dressing table with shaking hands. As soon as it's spread out in front of him he suddenly stops. Is he... is he actually going to do this? He stares at the cocaine for a moment before that sickening self-loathing begins to creep back as he remembers that Erwin could sell him to someone else at any moment and he's just letting it happen.

He presses one nostril closed, leans his face over the powder and inhales it all quickly, trying not to think about what he's doing. It feels strange and he shakes his head violently once he's done, allowing the shiver to travel down his entire spine and through his body. Just once, he thinks to himself as the shiver passes, just this one. Don't make a habit of it or you'll end up in even more shit...