THIS IS A WARNING. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE BLOOD, VIOLENCE, OR RAPE, PLEASE DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER. THIS IS A TRIGGER WARNING. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. HOWEVER IF THIS DOES NOT APPLY TO YOU, PLEASE ENJOY.

A sharp knock at his door brought the corporal's nose out of his book, and voiced for the unknown person to enter his room. His superior walked in, making sure to shut the door behind them, locking it. However, Rivaille didn't hear the click of the lock.

"Commander…is there something wrong?" He stood up, immediately sensing an issue from the tall blond.

"Yeah…we may have a traitor in our midst." The shorter male's eyes widened slightly.

"Is that so? Did the vampire escape?" Rivaille asked, keeping his composure hopefully wishing that he hadn't been discovered just yet. Irwin shook his head, approaching the smaller male.

"No…but someone's feeding him." The corporal's breath hitched. "The higher -ups don't know who, but…" Suddenly he grabbed the shorter male's wrists and bound them together with one hand. Rivaille's eyes went wide. "Mein süße kleine Engel…warum hast du mich verraten?"

A vein in the corporal's forehead popped. He hated that stupid German nickname…it annoyed him. But the more pressing matter was how he was roughly tossed on his bed, unable to move. Sure, Rivaille was strong, but his superior was strong.

"I didn't…betray…humanity…" He spat out, struggling to speak as the blond's hand grasped his throat quite painfully. Before the shorter male could register, his shirt was ripped open and rough fingers traced over the fresh bite marks. Rivaille hissed, dark eyes glaring at the man looming over him.

"But these marks tell me different." A look of twisted sorrow from the blond made the corporal grind his teeth in disgust. He trusted this man with his life…and he suddenly feels like it would end very soon. "Why do you let the creature feed off of you?" No reponse; the grip on his wrists and throat tightened, causing him to cough.

"No…r-reason…" That answer only angered him.

"You…like the boy don't you?" Rage seemed to boil in a strange way in the commander's eyes. He had never seen something so twisted in his superior before. It was foreign to him. "Well, no matter. I'll have the boy killed." Rivaille shook in his grasp.

"D-don't you…dare…" Irwin's eyes went wide. He was utterly shocked at such a response. There was a bit of silence before the blond spoke again.

"W-why…why do you defy me, little angel?" The white cloth was discarded and a rough hand undid the buttons on the corporal's trousers.

"W-what're you doing, Commander?! S-stop! T-this isn't like yo—"

A strong hand muffled his voice once the man was all bare underneath Irwin. Fuck this is embarrassing…what's wrong with the commander? I've never seen him like this. What the hell happened?! Before he could even react, he could feel a searing hot pain in his lower regions, causing him to scream in pain. But his voice was muffled by the other's hand.

"Don't worry, my little angel." The blond disturbingly reassured the other, his eyes glazed over with sadism and possessiveness. "When I'm done with you, you won't have time to think of the Jaeger boy." Rivaille gasped out of shock and out of pain. "Yeah, I know who he is. But soon you won't remember…because all you will know is me…and the pain I give you…" Tears pricked the corporal's eyes. He hated this. It was torture…

With each rough thrust into his puckered muscle, he could feel his skin tearing apart, blood rolling down and staining the bed sheets. His body felt hot, but not in a way he'd enjoy. It was different from when the vampire extracted the blood from his body. It didn't have that…that…

Another harsh cry escaped his lips. It grew and more painful with each rough thrust. He couldn't hear the blond's psychotic groans and murmurs of pleasure; he didn't want to hear them. Everything about this was disgusting.

The experience went on forever. No matter how many times he was defiled, Irwin wasn't satisfied. He kept murmuring bullshit about erasing all of the tainted memories, but he was only making it worse. Finally the pain had dulled just a bit, but it was still uncomfortable. Rivaille felt like a limp doll. He was just used and and manipulated against his will, and he couldn't do anything about it.

Once it was over, Rivaille felt like a disgusting and sticky mess. He needed to shower and just stay hidden from every person for an entire week. His hips already ached. Irwin looked like he was expecting some kind of reward, but the only thing he received was saliva in his face.

"I fucking trusted you…traitor…" Rivaille cursed as he shifted and felt a sharp pain up his spine. His dark gaze only grew darker each second his eyes laid on the blond. "I won't forget Jaeger…it's you…" He quickly grabbed a knife from his dresser and stabbed the blond in the inner thigh. Irwin hissed out, painfully pulling the blade out of his skin. "I want to forget you."

A couple of seconds passed before Irwin got up and headed to the door. Before he left, however, he turned to look at Rivaille with a saddened expression. It disgusted the corporal to his bones.

"…It's a shame…that one of our strongest soldier's…will die tomorrow." The door opened and shut, leaving the shorter male alone in his stained bed, covered in blood and filth. A small chuckle left his lips.

"Yeah, it's a damn shame."