6. I Made Him Smile

[Eren]

I heard the door bang open and then a strange clink-clinkity-clank sound accompanying a pair of footsteps storming down the cellar steps. I had been dosing, trying to find sleep as my mind swam with the memory of gentle words falling from Heichou's coarse tongue and the torturous arousal that came with being chained to my bed, so my eyes were bleary as I sat halfway up and squinted into the dark as my visitor reached the bottom step and turned to face me.

He had come. My half-mast dick was now standing proud and tall (well, taller than average, if Armin's was anything to measure against), and my heart began to race as soon as I recognised his figure: his short stature towering over my bed, his hair hanging down into his shadowed eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He stood for a moment, and I could hear his breaths as loud as my own. Then he put his lamp down on the floor. It cast strange light into his eyes as he gripped the bars between us.

"H—Heichou," I began, my voice trembling. Then he tossed something into the cell which landed on my lap.

I looked down, and my chains rattled as I reached for the little key.

"What is this?" I asked, fingering the cold metal delicately as if it were a gift from the goddesses themselves.

"It's a key, dumbass," he said. "Get over here."

I simply stared at him, but with one stern look from my Master I was fumbling with the locks, my hands shaking uncontrollably. I was surely dreaming. Why had he come? Had he changed his mind? What was he going to do? I finally found the hole and twisted the key frantically, abandoning the chains as I jumped to my feet and headed towards him.

"No," he said. I stopped in my tracks. His glare sent heat through my body as his eyes flashed ever so slightly in the dim. "Bring those."

I just breathed for a moment, almost too frightened and too exulted to move. My heart was beating fast in my throat, choking me, and my lower legs suddenly seemed to be made of lukewarm jelly. He continued to stare at me and I noticed his chest heaving like mine. I opened my mouth, looking at the ground, and gave myself a moment to smile in triumph.

I wasn't gloating, exactly, but I needed a moment to bask in the moment: I had won. I had proven myself.

I looked back up at my Heichou and noticed a muscle going on his jaw. Was that impatience? Or was he perhaps annoyed at being seduced by a fifteen year old? Suddenly, I realised that all this time he had been fighting and fighting, while I had been the one in control. Despite not understanding his desires exactly (or my own, for that matter), here at the bottom I could see everything for what it was. He wanted me, he couldn't fight it, and I would get what I needed.

"Are you waiting for me to change my mind or something, shitty brat?" he growled, and I snapped to attention and grabbed the chains from the bed post and practically sprinted the few feet to the edge of my cell, where my Heichou was standing in wait.

I actually thought I might throw up for a second: the sensations in my body were so overwhelming. My heart, stomach, loins, brain, dick all seemed to be pulsating or swimming or burning or cramping or threatening to eat me from the inside or something to that effect.

His head was cocked to one side and he observed me with fierce black eyes through the cell bars. His face was set and revealed nothing, as usual. At the very least, he looked a little bored.

His eyes suddenly dropped and took in my body as I stood a foot from the bars, still shaking slightly, the chains in my hands. I twitched a little, and then glanced down at myself shyly. I wondered if he was picturing me naked. Then, I was picturing myself naked, and gravely hoping humanity's finest wouldn't be too disappointed. He sighed and looked back up into my face, his eyes alive with animalistic ardor.

Oh, shit.

Suddenly, he reached through the bars, snatching my arm and spinning me around. I gasped, my back slamming into the bars, as he pinned my arm behind me and snapped the shackles around my wrist. I struggled as he then gripped my other hand and pulled it back, chaining it to the other, and both of them to the cell bars. I tugged and flailed around but I was held in a tight position with him behind me. I was pretty much hyperventilating at this stage and I hung my head, gasping for air, as I felt his breath on my ear.

"You have a bad habit of touching your Heichou inappropriately, soldier," he whispered in a dark voice. "These binds should prevent any of your disgusting attempts at groping your superior. And this should prevent that sick mouth of yours spouting any more of your perverted romantic bullshit." I felt his hands around my face as he fitted a fresh cravat over my mouth.

My heart flapped in panic and I struggled against the gag, using my lips to push it down to my teeth and biting down on it. I felt myself growling into it slightly, the titan savagery in me emerging involuntarily as the silk began to get wet with my spit. What was he going to do? I didn't know if I was ready for all of this so suddenly, but I wasn't about to protest.

He touched my hair and I pressed my back against the bars, wishing to feel his body. My hands reached out behind me as far as they could but he was holding his body troublesomely out of my reach. I felt him grab the bars on either side of me and lean against them before continuing. "So, boy … you asked me how bondage works. This is a simple example. The sub is in a vulnerable position such as this one. The Dom is the one with the control. What do you think, Eren? Is this what you had in mind?"

I shivered and tried to speak, but I couldn't.

He waited a moment, then I heard him let go of the bars and his footsteps retreated. I turned, missing the soft breath on my ear, and twisted my neck to see him. He had taken a few steps back and was standing in shadow, eyeing me closely. He stroked his chin.

"No, seriously, Eren. I want to know what you think. Although it seems from the outside that the Dom has all the power, really it's the sub who has the say in what goes on and where the line is drawn. I thought I would just show you an example since you had no experience …" He swallowed, his voice trailing off. I was still afraid to say anything, since there was a high possibility that all my gurgling throat could muster was a pathetic squeak. I saw him clench his fist and his next words were laced with a hint of anxiety. "I need to know that you're consenting to this. Is this what you wanted? Is this — is this OK?"

"Yesh, Heischou!" I cried out, my voice muffled by my gag. At least it prevented the stammering. I squirmed, tearing up a little as I strained my neck to peer over my shoulder at him. "I'm jush gecking a cwrick im my neck."

He approached me. "Well, turn around. Don't hurt yourself, idiot." I did so, feeling the heat between my legs at the mere act of turning my back to him. Like he said, I was pretty vulnerable like this. Again, I wondered what he was planning to do. I guess that was the point, though: he could do anything he wanted.

I heard the clinking of keys once more and his footsteps slowly made their way to the cell door, which he opened swiftly. I watched him as he came around in front of me, stopping at my bed and sitting down. I groaned. Why was he playing me around like this? What was he waiting for? I wanted it now.

"You're sure this is what you want, Eren?" he drawled. I nodded fervently, pulling against my bonds. I wanted to touch him already — or, since my hands were currently out-of-action, the least he could do was touch me. My body felt like it was on fire, but he seemed to be completely uninterested in my suffering. These pants were just so fucking tight, and yet he hadn't even lowered a goddamn eye to my very obvious bulge.

He observed my face for a moment, and bit his lip. I stopped moving, knowing things were getting desperate when Heichou bit his lip.

"I don't plan on dying, or letting you die tomorrow, Eren," he said, so softly that I had to strain my ears to hear him. He paused a moment, standing up and strolling over to me slowly, letting his words fill the little basement and stop my heart beating as he closed the distance between us.

He stopped as the toes of his shoes met my bare feet, and he lifted his chin to angle his head upwards. Then he reached out and carefully hooked his thumbs beneath the cravat and pulled it down under my chin, leaving it hanging around my neck like a collar. I stretched the sides of my mouth a little and watched his eyes drop to my lips as he reached up and touched my cheeks with icy fingers, right where they felt sore from the tightness of the gag. I wondered — were they red? Had his love made its first marks on me?

"But … this is for just in case," he muttered.

My knees knocked together a little as they shook, nervous and sweating from the proximities of our bodies. His eyes returned to mine as he slid a cold hand around my neck, running his fingers through my hair and taking firm hold. My arms struggled, instinctively wanting to touch him back. But the chains prevented me. I felt helpless — how could I return his passion when I couldn't even touch him? But at the same time, this forced paralysis seemed to just heighten every single touch and every movement of his body. I could only bend to his will. And so, when he pulled my neck down I bowed obediently, eyes fluttering shut as his warm breath reached my face, and then his warm lips.

My heart was exploding in triumph. This was it! Heichou was kissing me! My head was swimming with ecstasy. Heichou's hands were both on my neck now, pressing my face hard against his as I inhaled his scent and swam in the sensuous kiss. I couldn't breath. I couldn't move. I couldn't feel anything but the white hot supernova that existed where our mouths crashed together.

Then, the sun zipped out like the failed spark of a lighter and he was gone. I lurched forwards, and my eyes flew open in surprise at the too soon interrupted pleasure. I saw my Master staring at me heatedly, his chest heaving, his arms either side of my head. Both his hands moved through my hair and down my neck, remaining around my collarbone as he looked up at me intensely, biting his lip. He gripped my shirt in his hands and I was suddenly reminded of the night he grabbed me just like this, the night I first heard the word bondage, or Domination, or submission. It was also the night I called him a pervert. But now things were different between us. I tugged at my chains, fruitlessly, of course. Desperate to be closer, I bent my neck and pressed my forehead against his, closing my eyes with a small moan. I heard a rumble escape his chest and soon his lips were back to mine, his breath thick on my face and my own caught in my lungs as I returned the kiss. He tugged my hair — hard — and a pulse of heat shot down the length of my cock. I groaned, attempting to push my body against his as his tongue found its way into my open mouth. With utter composure, his tongue ran its way all along the inside of my lips slowly, sending shivers all over my body and making my legs weak. I was so hard already, my lower stomach boiling and burning with desire. I pressed myself as close to him as possible with my restrictions, praying he would discover my arousal — and relieve me of the pain of longing. But his body was nowhere to be found. I only knew his face and his hands, which were working down my chest and around my waist. I opened my eyes, scanning from his raven hair down over his pale face. His eyes were screwed shut, giving his face more expression than I think I had ever seen on it before. He was always so cool, so composed, but now I was seeing him without those walls up all around him. And I wanted more.

My eyes dropped to his body, which was angled slightly away from me. I could see his shoulders, muscular beneath his shirt, and was dying to wrap my arms around them, dig my fingers into his flesh and caress every inch of exposed skin before ripping off the shirt and discovering what magnificence lay beneath. I wanted to press my chest against his, grind my hips into his, and feel his own hardness throb against my leg.

But I couldn't. Was this all I was as a sub: secured in place and incapable of reciprocating the zeal he was showing me?

He suddenly took my lip between his teeth and pulled it. I groaned, my hard on throbbing painfully with so much arousal and no outlet. My chains slid down the cell bars and suddenly I found myself on my knees. In the split second it took him to register what I was doing, I looked directly in front of me to see his belt, his tucked-in shirt, and his fly stretching against a bulging package. I thrust my head forwards in desperation, raising my eyes to search for his face as my mouth accosted the front of his pants, fighting my own panicking heartbeat as I felt something hard against my cheek —

Then, it was gone; my open mouth was assaulted with vacuum rather than a rock hard man crotch. I fell forwards slightly, my chains the only thing preventing me from falling on my face. I looked at his feet which had retreated from me, and as I raised my eyes he bent down onto his hunkers and took my face in both his hands.

Lifting me to eye level, he gazed at me with that impenetrable look. "Hey, Eren," he said. "You don't need to move so fast."

"It's OK, Heichou," I breathed. "I'm ready."

He gave a small laugh, a heavy one with little amusement in it. "Well, I'm not."

I blinked in surprise. I had presumed that being into this sort of stuff, Heichou would also have no problem moving quickly into sex either. Otherwise, what was the point? Why have me all tied up just to kiss me? I didn't understand: if I was a virgin and I wanted to, why didn't he?

A horrifying thought crossed my mind. What if he didn't want me as much as I wanted him? But he must have — that dick sure was solid against my face for that brief, beautiful second. Why was he fighting the desire I knew he felt? Had I done something wrong?

"I just don't like being hasty," he explained, as if reading my thoughts. "For the kinds of things I want to do to you we need to develop a lot of trust."

My body shivered, aching for him. "I trust you."

His eyes softened slightly. "Then show me that I can trust you by being patient." I nodded slowly and he held my neck in his hands, rubbing his thumbs along the line of my jaw. I bit my lip to stop it trembling, as he turned my head down with his strong hands and left a small kiss on my forehead, inhaling deeply as he did so.

He stood up, hooking his hands beneath my armpits and taking me with him. He stepped away and I hung my head, feeling suddenly rejected.

"Maybe that's enough for tonight, what do you think?"

I shrugged, feeling sick as I stared at my feet.

I felt his hand on my cheek once more. "Oi, Eren, you can look at me if you want to, you know."

I looked up briefly, but as soon as I caught his grey eyes I felt my own filling with tears. "I'm sorry," I said, looking away in shame. "I'm sorry I ruined everything, Heichou."

"What? What would make you say that?"

"I shouldn't have been so forward — I didn't realise — I just wanted to be a good sub and I've already failed. I … I just wanted to make you feel good, after you did all this for me …"

He sighed and crossed his arms. "Hey. I didn't just do this for you, you idiot. And don't for a second think that you didn't make me feel good just now."

"But — but how?" I stammered. "I don't get it … I didn't do anything."

His eyes flashed, and he approached me, gripping the bars on either side of my head and raising his face up to my ear. "I dunno … I guess I just like watching you squirm." I felt my pulse increase rapidly and my face grew hot. He laughed a little, and my heart swelled. "And that blush is just too fucking cute." I gave a small gasp as he pulled back, looking so closely into my face that I could see the black rims of his irises. "And all those little noises … it's seriously erotic."

My voice caught in my throat and his eyes flew to mine heatedly. Suddenly, his mouth attacked me once again and I felt like I was melting. His hands ran down my body and gripped my arms, pulling me close for a moment as I breathed him in, just before he let me go with a small peck on my lips, and another on my cheek. Then he put his arms around me in what I thought was a hug, until I realised he was reaching down to my chains and fitting the key inside.

When I was free he stepped back and I looked at him for a moment, before collapsing into his arms. He staggered a little in shock, but after a moment softened and wrapped his arms around my waist. I grinned gleefully, pressing his face into my shoulder and squeezing him hard. "Oh, Heichou … that was so amazing … Thank you."

"You're so weird," he mumbled into my chest. "Why would you thank me right now? This is supposed to be a mutual thing, you know. No gratitude necessary." He sighed, but it sounded different. I pulled back and held him away from me, looking down into his face to see a teeny, tiny, adorably small smile adorning it.

He met my eyes, lowering his brow menacingly, and it slipped right off.

A flush filled my face slowly. Heichou was too cute. "Ah — sir, would you stay with me tonight, please?" I asked quietly, my heartbeat frantic in my chest. I wondered briefly if he could feel it.

"Like I said … a kiss is all I want right now," he said carefully. "I guess I should have been clearer about my intentions. That's all I came down here for." He paused, and let out a small laugh. I looked up, surprised, and saw him smiling. "I forgot you were a fucking horny teenager and that that might not be satisfactory for you—"

"No, no — I'm sorry, Heichou, please don't worry about that. I will do whatever you want. It really is up to you."

I bowed deeply, my palms together. After a moment I raised my head and peeked up to see him glaring at me, arms folded. He met my eyes intently for a moment, then averted his gaze. His mouth made weird shapes for a moment, until he blurted out, "Just … try not to die stupidly next week, OK?"

I stood to attention. "Yes, sir! And after the mission, we'll …?"

"If you're good," he said, one side of his mouth twisting up into his tiny smile.

Heichou's smile … I had never seen it before today.

AN: Holy shit guys I just read chapter 69… I AM DYING! PLEASE TELL ME YOU'RE READING THE MANGA SO I DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT SPOILERS IN MY EXCITEMENT OK?! XD

So as I said, I've never written erotic stuff before, so please let me know how this chapter went. (I know there's no actual sex but just sensuality and sexual desire and so forth. I still am nervous about writing this, I guess!) Give me a hand by leaving a review! Thanks for reading :)