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CHAPTER 19
The soft touches on his body, the moans, the threats and Rivaille's acid words to get control over Eren, the idea of making it dependent to himself... all that surprised Hanji when she observed the couple through a hole in the wall, disguised by a frame.
It was an amazing scene, she felt her skin crawl when she noticed the marks left on the boy's body, the kisses that intensified every time.
Like two lovers who are reunited after a war, every kiss shared was like the last.
The desire... she never saw Rivaille react like that. He never kissed anyone so desperately, neither even Irvin. The kiss was so desperate as to be painful.
Eren was amazingly beautiful and seductive. The way he raised his head to look Rivaille with those long lashes hid provocatively, a lover willing to give their whole body for pleasure.
Rivaille whispered in boy's ear, lips brushed on his ear, leaving a trail of small kisses on the neck. Hanji stopped breathing for a few seconds while watching the most intimate moments of the two lovers, watching intently when Rivaille licked the blood that dripped from Eren's chest after drilling the pendant.
It was as if they were separated in their own world.
"What is your desire?" She said quietly to herself.
"I bet you Eren, to give love to a person who has never tasted it." Hanji whispered before leaving, for a few seconds she felt her eyes had met.
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Rivaille carried Eren in a bridal style by a corridor like the room of stained glass. Before, the place was known as one of the interrogation chambers. The prisoners and spies just leave there dead Thick chains hung from the walls and floated with the wind. A small artificial source poured clear water but it never worked like that, Sometimes the water was mixed with the blood of many mutilated bodies. Torturers bathed their instruments with acid to mark many prisoners body. The water served to submerge their heads and electrocute them if they did not cooperate with any investigation.
A statue of a man half crow-shaped head hold a skull in his hands. Water was dripped from the skull like tears, beneath his feet the water flowed freely through a channel. He felt Eren squirm in his lap. The noble didn't know if it was the shock of seeing that horrendous statue or if was because the cold seeping into his skin. The youngest one closed his eyes tightly. One of the windows was broken, jagged shards of glass were scattered on the ground, as if it were part of a trap. The strong wind roared, shaking the black curtains tightly. He would punish the first servant who passed in front of them for anyone have fixed this detail.
Large frames richly detailed cover a portion of the wall. One was an escape route to the outside of the castle, a long time uncared, became a secret passage obsolete rusty traps and poisonous animals prowling the place.
It was enough to move a brick that will open the door as a portal to perdition. Neither Hanji knew that location explored by him, that would make her laboratory seem fun. One of the frames had a false grave inside the wall, keeping the bones of men who fought in endless and unfounded wars. Men who gave their lives honorably for lost causes to the whims of the king who was waging senseless wars. None of these images represented a peace scene.
All frames were a sequel. One of them showed a young woman sitting on the edge of a cliff.
Winged figures with skulls in eye shape surrounding it, in another frame she was brutally killed by a man with a black cape.
These pictures were invaluable, emerged at a time when the nobles took sovereignty in the country, where castles were divided, where the poor were considered beings devoid of intelligence and beauty, treated as unclean animals who did not deserve the slightest respect. They are made at a time of great development of culture in the country.
"Irvin's gifts." Rivaille frowned. Why he didn't destroyed these paintings yet?
The smell of decay was so strong in that corridor a few years ago. The prisoners, mostly spies, were chained and flogged to death while wild beasts was loose to feast their prey.
A large part of the wall was built with the bones of dead men and women, innocent or not. Their blood mingled with the components needed to attach the bones with stone blocks
He did not want Eren to saw something so painful.
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The idea to cover that spot with large tapestries seemed superfluous, but that was the only thing he could do to hide the evidence before destroying them. All his efforts were in vain because Eren even noticed them. Rivaille felt his body relax... was not good to scare the younger with all those skulls and paintings more than he ever got scared. A crow perched on the broken window and soon reached flight, the right wing screw and bleed, yet he fled, surrounding another part of the castle in search of corpses.
The corridor forked into a comprehensive environment with several servants in a hurry.
A large iron gate was closed, showing all the vast expansion of that land.
Eren caught a glimpse of a gallow through the gate but declined to comment about it.
"I'm cold." He whispered, avoiding looking at the servants who were reverence for both as they passed, his face was red with shame. He felt the musky scent quietly leading him to drift. Whatever was injected into his arm was taking effect again, the voices began to move away, he began to rave, seeing outlines of skulls along the tapestries like a procession.
Even with eyes closed he saw images of severed dead men, warriors with spears killing women and children. Hideous creatures emerging from the earth with his fleshless hands, regurgitating worms into their mouths,
black doctors, watching with hollow eyes behind the masks. A strong hand shook his body until all those visions vanished like a puff of smoke.
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He was startled when he felt his lips brush against his captor.
"You're not thinking about me... and I don't like it."
Eren felt dizzy and gave him a look of deep hatred.
"Don't move." Rivaille jerked to support Eren on a large wooden table, his only garment was hung down, baring his body.
"Im O.K." A few tears welled in the corner of his eyes, embarassed because his skin rubbed on Rivaille's body, he covered his face with both hands as he felt those soft touches clutching his thigh, if only he could cover itself...
"Take the hand off your face." The nobleman said, their faces almost touching. "I have the right the enjoy what is mine." He wispered looking down, he had no trace of irony in his voice or smile, it was the most that scared Eren, the calm tone in his voice that made his spine shiver, imagining all kinds of suffering that cruel man can inflict to him. He felt a twinge in his leg.
Eren breathed and cleared his mind of any thought that may associate it with Rivaille.
"Get off me!" He was in despair when he realized that the volume between his legs increased and now was
displayed in the middle of silk "What did you do to me?"
"I did nothing." Rivaille pulled a green scarf and pinned behind his head, covering half of his face. He looked thoughtfully at the scarf that matched the color of hiseyes.
"Don't take it. You are mine and I don't want those people out there to envy your face. Your smile belong to me. I want both of your eyes but would be cruel to have to tear them... I want you to see many things yet."
Eren shifted uncomfortably. "I need to cover myself."
"The silk is long enough to hide your nakedness."
The wind made the gate creak. A row of guards and servants waited outside in silence.
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"Are you afraid?"
"It's not that... why you want to take me out of the castle?"
"You need to see new things. Honestly I thought I'd lock you in the tower but that was not doing you good."
Eren trembled in fear with sincerity.
"Furthermore." He touched the chest pendant "This is proof that we are together."
Eren glared angrily. That was what he was talking about? To show everyone his new toy?
"I am a toy. You can get anyone to parade through the city."
"No. You are not a toy."
"Liar." hesaid and turned away, avoiding his gaze.
Rivaille supported him against the wall, holding his arms up and pressing his crotch with his leg, giving a painful sigh. Their eyes met.
"What do you want in return..."
"Pleasure." He whispered in his ear "Your body, unless that's your wish, you know it very well, Eren." Rivaille whispered his name with a strange accent.
His slender fingers touched the silk around the hips, his face was a mask out of indifference but inside was burning with desire, every touch gave him strange sensations as shock covering his entire spine.
Eren tried to resist but in was vain when he breathed his unique scent, inhaling in his neck.
"Would you be good with a pendant here." He lightly stroked the navel. "Or do you prefer more below..." He brushed his hand lightly on his member.
"I do not want to be marked anywhere, remove it off my chest too." Their eyes met again.
"Lord." Eren added with his voice more muffled. "It's cold out there... when we are alone, I prefer to enjoy every touch... but there." He kissed his ear.
"Out will be people who will want your body too and I will not restrain myself from punishing them with death."
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His hands touched his face and fell back to the leg. To nobles was a crime kneel in front of a commoner, punishable by death, but Rivaille had gone too far to think about things like that.
He lifted the silk above his leg and touched intimately, also biting the inside of his thigh to urge him to scream. Eren bit his arm to don't hear his own moan. It seemed an eternity suffocating, his face was red, the redness went down to his entire body and he shivered with shock when he came in noble's mouth who don't let spill a drop.
He spent a few seconds with his eyes closed, his body still spasming, blood trickled from his arm. Rivaille stood up and removed the handkerchief from his neck and slowly wiped the blood stain.
"Look at me.'
"No!"
He whispered in his ear, "It was nice."
Eren started to cry with shame, trying to cover himself, no longer feeling cold. He looked up, there was no one around, neither guards nor peasants, what made him sigh of relief until he heard a familiar voice approaching.
Hanji.
She was there all the time. At that moment he wished death itself.
