CHAPTER 2
"I haven't... Learned anything.. New.."
Eren rubbed his eyes hard. They were swollen, and he was ready to pass out. He had spent all night with the startlingly-lively Hanji, listening to every iota of information she had possibly ever gathered on titans.
She looked down at the table momentarily, and yelped. "Well, let me go back over it all, I'm sure I skipped over so-" Eren was about to protest when she was cut off.
The doors clunked open as the Corporal walked in briskly, giving the two a cursory glance.
"Let's get moving." He nodded at Eren, who stood quickly and gave Hanji a wave goodbye.
They moved through the ornate stone halls of the old castle. Eren stared around in admiration. It was the nicest place he had ever been to, even in it's state of disrepair. The beaten crimson rugs that gilded the floor had been batted free of dust, and he now saw intricate patterns that he had missed when they arrived. Other valuables decorated the interior as well, allowing Eren to imagine as if he were living like a lord. The Corporal stared down the hall, eyes fixed on his destination. He had seen in all before, and it was no more interesting to him than any other building.
They traversed the open front doors, and Eren hissed slightly as the sunlight tore at his tired eyes.
"Today, we will only be doing physical training. There will be no shifting, and you will do everything I say, understood?"
"But sir, I'm as physically capab-"
"Under. Stood?"
The Corporal shot daggers into Eren's eyes. Eren nodded slowly, managing to mutter, "Yes sir." as they walked. His expression softened back to it's original apathetic nature, and they passed through a small patch of trees into a dirt clearing.
"Let's begin, shall we?"
The midday sun sweltered above Eren. It had been 4 hours, and the Corporal kept him working every second.
Eren paused at the peak of a pushup, breathing heavily. "Sir, I need water."
"10 more."
He placed his boot firmly on Eren's back, and slammed him back down into the dirt. A drop of sweat ran down Eren's temple, and he cried out as he pushed himself back up, the weight of the Corporal's leg adding resistance.
"8... 9..."
Eren fell back into the dirt, defeated. A shadow cast over his face, and moments later, he was staring the Corporal in the eye, his hair twisted between long slender fingers. "Finish, now." Eren's head fell back down to the dirt, and he pushed his quivering body up for the hundredth time that afternoon.
They walked down to a nearby stream to take a short break, and Eren drank what felt like a whole lake's worth of water. He fell back, into a plume of tall grass, and threw his head back. His breathing was laboured and his arms shook just from holding himself up. Finally, he spoke.
"Sir... If I may ask, what's the point of all this?"
The Corporal adjusted his cravat, and watched the water glide along the stream.
"Obedience. If I cannot control you as a human, I cannot control you as a Titan. If I cannot control you as a Titan, you'll be felled."
Eren stared down at the ground in front of him. He knew little to nothing about controlling his titan form, but he knew that if he didn't figure out soon, he would be of no aide to humanity.
"That's enough for today. You can barely even sit up, I doubt you could accomplish anything more taxing."
He stood up, and watched Eren struggle to stand. He extended a hand reluctantly towards the younger boy. Eren grabbed it, sending a strange shiver through the Corporal's body as he pulled Eren to full height.
"Uh.. Sir? A-Are you okay?"
"Yes. Move, now."
He shoved Eren up the small incline, a hotness dashing his face. He could feel himself blushing.
They descended a narrow stair case, into the dark basement of the castle. The blonde man from the day before greeted them cheerfully outside of a cell. He carried a rough woolen blanket and some linen clothing. He handed the bundles to Eren.
"Long day, hm Rivaille?" He smiled and gave the Corporal a heavy pat on the back.
Rivaille winced slightly, and hissed back, "As always, Irvin."
He lead Eren down to a larger cell, at the end of the basement, and pulled a heavy iron keyring from the wall. The door open with a shriek, and Eren went in, setting the bundles down on the single wooden chair he was provided with.
"Get changed. Quickly."
Eren looked at Rivaille wide-eyed, and hesitated. Fearing the consequences, he quickly began to disrobe. Rivaille had turned around to offer him, in the very least, some privacy, but Eren turned away as well just to prevent an accidental exposure.
Rivaille sighed impatiently, and glanced sideways, catching Eren in his peripherals. The boy's body was slim, but toned. Eren loosened his maneuver harnesses, letting them slump down. Still tight around his thighs, he ignored them long enough to unbutton his shirt. Rivaille caught himself staring at the boy's naked back and blushed, quickly turning back around. He waited a minute and peered back to see him sliding off the thigh straps of his harness and undoing the zip of his trousers.
Eren felt a quiet burning on his back, and quickly turned to see Rivaille surveying him. He met with the same eyes, like warm churning molasses. Caught off guard, the Corporal faced away once more, and murmured a "Good night." Before disappearing down the hall.
Listening for the fading boot steps to subside, Eren plopped down on the hard cot they gave him for a bed. He smirked as he thought about Rivaille staring as he got undressed, and kicked the linen pajama pants down to his ankles.
He pulled his undergarments down slowly, and his cock popped up in full. He licked his fingers, coating them in saliva, and ran them along the underside of his member. He shivered at the sensation. It had been so long since he had been alone long enough to pleasure himself, and he sure as hell was not going to waste the perfect opportunity.
He wrapped his fingers around himself loosely, running them up and over the sensitive head. A droplet of precum escaped, dripping over his finger and adding to the slipperiness. He moaned quietly, pulling his grip along his length somewhat faster. A thought flickered through his mind. He saw Rivaille, his clothing disheveled and his trousers unzipped. He fought the fantasy briefly, but gave in. As he imagined more of the Corporal, his sensitivity grew. He placed a solitary digit on the head of his cock, and ran it over the opening. He shivered and groaned, and wrapped his fingers tightly around the base. His hand moved quickly as a geyser shot out of him and onto the wall, pushing a loud, guttural moan out with it. He fell backwards onto the cot and hummed lightly with pleasure.
Opening his eyes, he turned towards the bars of the cell and saw a face. A smirk stretched beneath a pair of familiar, emotionless eyes.
"Eren Yeager, what do you think you're doing?"
END OF CHAPTER 2
AN: Hooray Chapter 2! And hooray for my first smut. This was fun to write.
Thanks to all the readers, and I'm sorry I uploaded Chapter 1 at such an awkward time of night!
Cheers! - Mirwais