CHAPTER 4

Eren was speechless. Rivaille was an intimidating man, dripping with discipline and total restraint, and here was, implying sexual favours. He took off his uniform jacket, draping it over a guard stool just outside the cell. He pressed his stomach into the iron bars, and glared at Eren. Eren hesitated for just a minute, and approached the Corporal. Rivaille reached a slender arm through the bars, and pushed down on his head, forcing him to kneel. His other hand was busy unzipping the front of his uniform trousers.

Eren's heart raced. Was Rivaille trying to trick him or something? He waited on his knees while the other finally managed to pull his throbbing self out of the fitted, white pants. His cock was bigger than Eren thought it could be, considering the Corporal's short stature. It curved slightly upwards, and a bead of clear fluid dripped off the tip. Rivaille pushed his hips sharply into the bars of the cell, and gave Eren a devilish smile.

He touched the tip with his finger, picking up a drop of precum, and slid the finger into his mouth, sucking it as he pulled it back out. Rivaille shivered visibly, pressing his hips into the bars even harder. He brought his mouth up to Rivaille, and planted a soft, teasing kiss on his underside. His tongue slid out of his mouth, and back up along the length. He swirled it around the head a few times before slowly sucking Rivaille into his mouth. Eren held eye contact with the Corporal as he casually drew him in halfway, and back out, multiple times.

Growing more aroused and impatient every second, Rivaille let his primal desire take control. He ran his fingers through Eren's soft dark hair, and gripped tightly. He began pumping his cock into Eren's mouth, grunting softly with each thrust. Eren didn't fight back either; His own member was as hard as it had ever been. Rivaille thrust faster and deeper each time, until he was practically holding himself partially down Eren's throat. He let out a loud, deep groan as Eren's throat was filled with a pool of hot, salty cum. He released Eren's hair, and pulled out of his mouth. Eren fell backwards, gasping for breath. He wiped his mouth on his arm, and stood up, approaching the bars. He stuck his own cock, bright red and hard as stone, between the cold iron.

"It's only fair, sir."

Rivaille finished zipping his trousers back up, and glanced at Eren. He dropped to his knees in front of him. Eren stared in total shock for a moment, having not expected him to agree to it, and suddenly found himself in pure bliss as the Corporal's tongue wrapped around the head. He could've come right there, easily, but he suppressed it with every inch of his being. He wanted his fair share, and a few seconds of ecstasy was nothing compared to what he gave the other.

Rivaille took Eren's entire cock into his mouth in one go. Eren moaned loudly and pressed his abs into the bars, his arms shaking. He had never felt anything like this before, and he never wanted it to end. Rivaille paid special attention to the head, occasionally pulling Eren out of his mouth long enough to give it an endearing lick before sucking on it gently.

A thud came from the main hall upstairs. Rivaille quickly pulled Eren out of his mouth, and gave him a casual nod before disappearing down the basement hall. That bastard! How could he just... Just leave me like this! Eren's cock throbbed painfully as he realized he would have to finish up himself. He withdrew from his position by the cell door, and sat on the edge of the cot. A shimmer caught the corner of his eye as he reached for his pajama top.

The keyring.

He must have dropped it with his clothing and forgot to hang it up...

Eren quietly moved towards the bars of his cell, and got down on his hands and knees, extending his arm out towards the keyring. Damn! It's too far. He pressed his shoulder into the bars firmly as he tried to reach the keys, until it hurt to much to continue. He desperately searched the cell for anything he could use to extend his reach.

Nothing.

His clothing was too flimsy to move the heavy iron keyring. All he had was his cot, his blanket, the old wooden chair and table, and the wooden plate from his breakfast.

Wait, the wooden plate?

He scrambled towards the table, and picked up the plate. Kneeling, he shattered it in two over his thigh. He moved back to the bars of his cell, and reached out at the keys with the sharp wooden splinter. It was barely long enough to hit the inside of the ring, and he dragged the keys closer. He fumbled towards the cell door, and tried five or six keys before finally finding the right one. He moved the door open an inch, and it let loose a horrid cry. Eren cringed, waiting in a moment of complete silence to be sure he wasn't going to get caught. He pushed it slowly, just enough for him to slip through. It gave one final metallic groan and he snuck down the hall.

That was too close. I got what I went for though, right?

Rivaille sat on the edge of his bed, one hand rubbing his temple.

Why am I so attracted to this boy. We're polar opposites, I should despise him. And yet.

He rolled onto his side in the bed and sunk his head deep into the soft, down feather pillows. He thought about Eren. A dull pain shot through his chest, and he was once again filled with the same confusion. He barely knew him, why did he feel this way?

The door creaked quietly, and he heard a shuffling in the hall just outside. He sat up, and turned to face the door. All he could see were a pair of strikingly beautiful emerald eyes. "Eren?" he said, puzzled. The boy moved the door to get it, and closed it quietly behind him. "How did y-" Eren held up the keyring. "You dropped something, sir."

Rivaille was elated to see Eren, but it did not show on his face. "What are you doing here, Yeager."

Eren tossed the keys onto the dresser by the door, and approached the bedside. He sat down, and looked at Rivaille, leaning back across the Corporal's legs. His cock was just as hard as when he left him there. "We do both have needs, afterall."

Rivaille rubbed his eyes for a moment. "You do realize I'll have to punish you for leaving your cell." Eren gulped hard, and began to sit back upright. Rivaille put a hand on his shoulder, and pushed him back down on the bed. He motioned towards the headboard, and Eren reluctantly moved up. Rivaille got out of the bed and came to the side, near the top. He pulled a heavy, rusted shackle from the stone wall. "The benefits of having a torture chamber refurbished." Eren laughed nervously.

They clamped tight around his wrists. "Uh, sir.. Isn't this dangerous? What with the rust and all." "Not if you don't struggle." Rivaille climbed up on the end of the bed, and placed his hands on Eren's thighs. He traced up one leg with his lips, and gave Eren a light lick on the very tip of his cock. Eren pulled on the shackles, whimpering. Rivaille continued up along his abs, slowly kissing his way up. He found one of his nipples, and gave it a gentle suck before flicking it with his tongue as well. He kissed along Eren's collarbone, and up his neck. He bit the lobe of Eren's ear, and pulled away, a string of saliva connecting them momentarily before breaking into a bead on his neck.

Rivaille moved back down his stomach, kissing each inch on the way down. He hovered above Eren's member for a second, watching his face closely to see how badly he wanted it. Eren began to squirm desperately, pulling ever harder on the shackles. His back arched and his hips bucked up towards Rivaille, who was now taking some amount of pleasure from seeing the boy's feral body language. His lips moved around the head of Eren's cock, making him cry out in ecstasy. Inspired by Eren's reaction, Rivaille sucked the rest of the cock into his mouth, pressing his nose into the other's lower stomach. He felt himself begin to gag on the boy's thick digit, and supressed it in favor of holding himself down longer. He sucked as he pulled Eren out, and extended the tip of his tongue to the opening, running it over and over the slit.

Eren pulled hard on the shackles, and the rusted chain gave way. In just seconds, he had Rivaille bent over and was trying to push himself inside of him. Rivaille resisted, and managed to push Eren off. "You seem to have forgotten who is in charge here, boy." His voice was stern, and Eren gave in to his superior. Rivaille grabbed him by the hair, and pushed his head into the mattress. Rivaille pulled his own pajama bottoms down, and his cock sprung forward. He stuck two fingers into his own mouth to coat them, and reached down to Eren's ass. He slid one finger in, and Eren cried out. "Oi, that fucking.. Ah, that hurts..!" Rivaille disregarded his cries, and slid the second finger in, causing Eren to hiss.

He put his thumb on top of the head of his own cock, and pushed it down towards Eren's ass. He prodded the entrance, and pushed the head inside. Eren yelped, and he placed a hand on his hip. He pushed further inside, and Eren growled. By the time he had made it all the way, Eren's pain had given way to intense pleasure. "May I?" Rivaille asked, softly. Eren nodded, and Rivaille withdrew. He slammed back into the boy, and threw his head back. He climbed up on Eren's back, practically mounting him, and continued pumping into the boy. He released his grip on Eren's hair, and moved the hand down between his legs, taking hold of his cock. As Rivaille slammed into him, he massaged Eren's dripping cock, ensuring that Eren got what he came for. Rivaille pushed deep inside of Eren, moaning loudly as he came deep inside of him. Simultaneously, Eren covered the soft sheets of the bed with his own seed. Rivaille slowly pulled out of Eren, his cock burning with over-sensitivity. He placed his hand on Eren's stomach, and kissed his back.

Rivaille fell asleep almost immediately after. Eren bathed in a warm afterglow, gingerly playing with the Corporal's hair as he slept soundly beside him. He planted a soft kiss on Rivaille's forehead, and gently placed his arm over him as he curled up behind. The curves of his body fit perfectly against Rivaille's. He felt nothing but admiration for the man before him. He frowned slightly, realizing that it wasn't ideal to have feelings for your superiors. What was he to do about it, though? It's out of his control.

He kissed Rivaille on the neck, and quietly left the bed. Making sure to bring the keys with him, he slipped out the door and closed it softly.

END OF CHAPTER 4