Author's Notes: I have done research on my non-humans, but since this is imagination nation, I'm putting in my own ideas as well.

If Reiner and Eren is not your cup of tea, feel free to skim over it, no hard feelings. As much as I'd love Levi pinning me against a wall, given the chance, I'd hop Reiner's dick too.

Its been a bitch of a week, but its finally Friday and I'm in desperate need of a good lay.

Work went by as usual, typing this out, running that to the copy room, then back to my desk. Every few days, trainees took on the role of errand boy for the soldiers training down in the basement. I had drawn that particularly sour stick on Wednesday.

I had shown up pushing a cart of various energy supplements, foods, and blood packets when I'd heard what sounded like a mix of agitated and nervous whispers come to a halt. Some were chewing at their bottom lip, brows furrowed, while others just seemed to be sharing shifty glances.

I knew it wasn't my place to ask, but there were few things that could make members of the Corps act like tittering paranoid birds. Luckily, I didn't have to.

The elevator sounded and whoever it was, was cussing out a storm as he trudged his way over. "What the hell is going on? Recon Corps soldiers being found 'mangled beyond recognition'? Is this some kind of joke?"

"Shut the hell up, Auruo, there's a trainee on the floor." Someone from the back hissed at him. I didn't see who it was, I was too busy trying to keep my eyes in my skull.

Au- whatever his name was- noticed me then, looking at me like it was my fault he was ugly.

I stammer out a weak, "What do you mean, mangled? Like, eaten?"

Dick face sneers at me. "Its none of yer goddamn business so you better keep yer little mouth shut, ya hear me?"

I almost snap back at him when I take notice of the other members giving me the same look. I can take a hint. With an annoyed huff, I trail my way back up to the fourth floor, deep in thought.

Two days later and I'm still in a worried fit over it. I can't help but think the worst for Mikasa. While on missions, an agent's only contact with the outside world is with a higher up- in this case, Smith. I know that Mikasa would do everything in her power to keep the fact that she was in danger in the hopes of keeping me away, but if her assignment has anything to do with those bodies I'm making damn sure she's ok.

I go through my morning routine and the drive to work is a blur. Next thing I know, I'm standing in front of Smith's door for the second time this week.

"Jeager."

I don't even bother raising my fist to the door anymore, I really don't know why I ever did since I knew he could sense me from a mile away.

I step inside and stride over to his desk, palms flat on the wood.

"I know why you're here and I'm sorry but I can't disclose any information to you."

"Mikasa could be in danger." I growl out.

"She's a Recon Corps Soldier, its something she's used to. Its noth-"

I shake my head at him. "This isn't the same kind of situation and you know it. Word is going around that-"

"I'm well aware of what's happening, Jeager." For a moment his face falls into a contemplative frown. He's anxious too. An itching curiosity burns in me. "If Ackerman's mission has been in any way threatened, she has yet to report it." He looks me in the eyes, confident blue keeping me silent. "She will report."

I swallow a lump in my throat. "Yes, sir."

"I'll let you know if anything goes wrong, you have my word."

As much as I bitched about Smith, there were times when he was actually a pretty great guy. He knows his place as my boss and I know mine as subordinate, but when the need called for it, he briefly crossed that line of comradery. If Mikasa trusts him, then so will I.

"Thank you." Its quiet for a moment and I bite my lip. When Smith raises a brow at me- I could swear they were mustaches he stole off a dead body- I begin to shuffle my feet. Might was well ask. "What exactly, is um, attacking the Recon Corps?"

He rubs his chin in thought. "Everyone knows that when a vampire decides to become more creature than human, they become strigoi. However, have you ever heard of a Were that can do something like that?" I shake my head at him. "It was a rare thing, but when it happened, they became so dangerous that it would take over twenty hunters to bring it down. They died out years ago. Even though we know that to be a fact, signs of their return have planted a seed of doubt."

He stands up from his chair then, broad back to me as he looks out the wide window of his office. "We are taking measures to prevent any further attacks, but we have no proof that these creatures are responsible." He finally turns his head to regard me, and suddenly I no longer see my boss looking back at me, but the powerful ancient vampire people forgot he was. "Pray that is not the case, Eren."

He turns his attention back to the world outside, the world that is blissfully unaware. I can only stare at his ridged form, my feet glued to the floor. My head is reeling at the information, thoughts swirling in every direction. Such a thing was possible? Why were there no records of it? What if-

"Will that be all, Jeager?"

Startled, I stammer out a, "Y-yes, sir."

"Then you are dismissed."

I nod, but he doesn't see it. It takes me a few seconds to get my feet moving, but I eventually make it back to my desk. I catch my expression in the black, reflective screen of my computer. Pale and lips pulled into a thin line. I move the mouse and my face disappears.

"Eren? You alright? Did you get in trouble again?"

I can hear Jean beside me but I don't reply. Its not until more of his questions go unanswered that he finally leaves me alone, sliding his chair back to his own desk.

I open eyes I hadn't realized I closed, take a deep breath, and get to work.

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The sun is sinking below the horizon by the time I make it out of the building. In an effort to clear my mind I decided to work a little overtime before going down to the training floor. My mind is still swirling as I walk to my car. I stand outside the driver's door for a good five minutes before moving over to stand by the trunk. I open it to find that I indeed have a change of clothes. I purse my lips. I could call up Jean like I had that Wednesday after what happened.

The sexual relationship I have with Jean is something that can come in handy during the times I have a lot on my mind. We tend to argue and nine times out of ten it leads to wild, reckless sex. Sometimes I fucked him into the mattress, other times he bent me over his kitchen table. I stepped into the car and turned the key as I thought, opting to drive in the opposite direction of his apartment.

The problem with sleeping with Jean was that after we lay in bed and covered in sweat, he liked to ask questions. He didn't talk because he wanted to make me feel better, he talked because he liked to annoy me and he didn't like awkward silences. What I needed right now was someone who could make me forget my name by having me come so hard I black out. Well, as close to knocking me out as was possible. It wasn't an easy feat.

I pass by a familiar dark building with simple cursive lettering, the only indication that the building is more than it seems, and I grin. The streets are full so I drive around the corner to the car lot. Tonight was packed. Engine off, I step out and take note of the 'P3' painted onto the concrete. Instead of taking the time to walk back down to ground level, I lean over an opening and jump.

The balls of my feet meet the sidewalk and I straighten myself up, brushing at the invisible dirt. The small amount of stores around were getting ready to close up shop, avoiding the influx of non-humans that were going to be roaming around tonight. Just because most humans weren't aware of our existence didn't mean it applied to every one of them. Some were useful to have around.

I finally come to a stop as I reach my destination. I take a deep breath and smile. Club Maria.

I step into the alley and walk until I find the door leading inside, a woman sitting on a stool and a cigarette to her mouth bring me to a stop.

Full, red lips curl as she takes notice of me. "Came to party, pretty-eyes?"

I place a hand on my hip and smirk at her. "On bouncer duty tonight, Chell?"

She chuckles. "They need a real man working the job once in while. The bigger the moon, the more useless the Were, no offense honey." She sends a stream of ash my way. "Shame though, I was looking forward to having another crack at ya."

Red eyes look me up and down and I snort out a laugh when she makes an obscene gesture at me. "You're hot, Chell, everyone in a fifty mile radius knows that. You might have a go at anything with two legs, but you know I don't do pussy."

Her slim, leather-clad shoulders rise and fall in a shrug while a glittering eye winks at me. "Nothing wrong with trying."

I shake my head and grab the door handle. "I'll see you in a couple hours."

"Later, pretty-eyes."

I'm met with the muted sound of music as I enter a locker room. I'm here often enough that I'd decided to get a membership; the locker rooms and showers came in handy. Reaching my assigned locker number, I twist in the combination and begin to strip.

As a non-human night club, Club Maria has a few regulations.

Stuffing my wallet, keys and cellphone in the locker, I turn to a black door, bright yellow tagging asking, 'Are you ready?" I push open the door and my ears are immediately drowned in the rumble of a pounding base. My eyes scan the floor below me and I lick my lips.

Maria did not permit clothes beyond the door.

Lights flash in the semi-darkness, the smell of sweat and sex making my blood boil. It was still several days until the full moon but hell, if we didn't start early. The closer the moon came to being completely lit, the need for Weres to have sex became almost overwhelming. It could be dangerous in many ways. Non-Weres could be hurt by the animalistic nature in which we fucked. However, that was loads better than denying yourself the pleasure that your body needed. That's when things got a little messy.

It only takes a minute of crowd scanning before I spot a familiar shade of hair. Slowly, I make my way down the winding metal staircase. There are bodies pushed together on the dance floor, some simply eyeing each other, others doing the vertical tango.

Cries and moans of ecstasy serve to fuel my own desire. I'm five feet away from my intended target when a soft, warm hand grabs at my upper arm. I turn to see a petite redhead pressing herself to me.

"How's about a dance, hm?"

I feel a hand slide up my side and I quirk an eyebrow at her. "Are you new?"

"I've been here a couple times but I've never seen you before." Pretty manicured fingers are making their way into the hairline at my neck, pulling me closer. Her lips brush my ear. "So, how about it?"

It takes everything in my power not to just simply push her away from me. Instead, what I do is mirror her and chuckle loud enough to be heard though the music. "Sorry honey, but I think I've got you beat on how bad I need dick right now."

At that she finally pulls away, arms crossed over her ample chest and lips set in a pout. "Boo."

I don't get a chance to outright laugh before a much larger hand plants itself on my shoulder, a rumbling baritone sending shivers down my spine.

"That's the kind of thing I like to hear, Jeager."

A playful smirk tugs at my lips. I grab the hand on my person, turning in their hold, and slide it down my side as I face them. "That's good since it was your cock I was referring to, care to do something about it?"

Lust slowly bleeds into my expression as I take in the man before me. I've sleep with plenty of men since the time I considered myself old enough to bone, but Reiner was something else. Everything about him screamed man. Over six feet tall, with even more muscle than Mikasa, the Were was the size of a small house.

Reiner was also quite the regular, enough so that we'd both wordlessly decided on meeting here. As the moon swelled, Reiner was more often than not my favored partner. If the fever of the moon became tangent enough, there were even times when I'd invite Jean. Besides the sex, there wasn't anything else I expected from them. Finding other partners wasn't hard, I was simply more comfortable with those I was already familiar with. Relationships were a hassle and its something I let whoever I slept with know.

I watch the blue in his eyes become thin little rings as his free hand comes up to grab at my jaw, tilting it slightly as he leans in. "Always so quick to get to the point, Eren."

I raise an arm over his shoulder and brush my fingers against his short blonde hair, my other hand reaching between us to press a finger to his lips. "We've talked about this, Reiner. I don't do the tongue tango."

His frame shakes against me in amusement, his head relocating good-naturedly. "Then I guess that means I can put my mouth to better use."

I hiss out a, please do, just as his teeth softly bite into the skin of my neck- the people around us fading into the background. My cheek touches my shoulder when I feel the warm wetness of his tongue on my heated skin. The air around us begins to swelter and I barely register the moans of the people who are affected by it.

The music pulses in my blood and my worries melt away. I focus instead on the way Reiner's hands begin to explore my body, a hand tracing down my bare thigh to hook at the knee and pull it up to rest against his hip. He sways our bodies in time with the lights that blare with the beats reverberating off the walls of the club.

The air is almost stifling among the thrashing bodies and I love it. I wouldn't mind if he took me right here and now. No sooner am I getting comfortable with the thought that broad hands are cupping my ass to bring my legs up and locking around Reiner. I don't protest it though, I simply grin against shoulder, giving it a suck, as I feel him move away from the dance floor.

The world tilts and I find myself looking at the ceiling as my back presses against the large round table Reiner placed me on.

All along the walls of Club Maria were booths for those who were drinking, resting, or wanting to fuck in semi privacy. There were rooms available for those who wanted complete privacy or had something special in mind. However, reservations were a bitch, not mentioning the cost of the hourly rate.

Reiner is looming over me, his arms braced on either side of my head. "Are you prepped today or do I get the honor of doing it for you?" His voice is deep, husky, and has me shivering in anticipation.

I lick my lips and he follows the movement. "I actually came here straight from work so I might need a little help." I was already half hard from our teasing but the shudder I see pass through him has me bucking faintly.

"Good." Calloused palms are at the back of my knees again, pushing, and I suddenly find myself face to face with the flesh between my legs. "Round one."

My spine is no longer flush against the table, my fingers gripping the edge, as a loud moan escapes me. Reiner had wasted no time in licking at the seam of my ass and letting his tongue slip the slightest bit inside before continuing the wet trail down to the head of my dick.

I mouth out the word fuck more than once when I feel him reverse his path and flatten the muscle in his mouth against my hole. A burly arm wraps around my suspended hips to keep me steady while his free hand goes to aid with the preparation. Needy cries leave my lips.

I can feel the crowd we attracted around us- some curious, others groping at themselves- and it only serves to make my skin burn hotter.

I'm writhing against the fingers working inside of me, gasps and groans spilling from somewhere deep in my chest. "Christ, just fuck me already!" I'm screaming at him over the noise and I know he's laughing. Three digits twist and stretch inside me, thrusting once, twice- fuck- before pulling out.

Its hard to get proper air in my lungs but I could care less, the mix of darkness, ribbons of lights, and rising crescendos has nothing but pleasure running through me. For a moment, there is nothing else but the walls I'm enclosed in. There is bliss.

My body is pulled from its position in the middle of the table, closer to the man between my legs. My hips slide away from the edge and I'm flipped onto my belly. I push my chest onto the warmed wood and spread my legs.

"Scream for me." Then he's there, pushing inside me and oh god it feels so good. My body is shaking as he ruts into me hard and fast and just so delicious. Little oh's spill from me as my jaw drops open the slightest bit.

His hands are at my sides and he's pushed himself further inside of me. I'm seeing stars and I just need to touch myself. I close a fist around the base of my cock and match the rocking of the table Reiner is causing as he fucks me; destroying the thoughts in my head for a short amount of time.

Reiner is alternating between growls and grunts of pleasure as he drives into me, head thrown back and body glistening in the random lighting. The music is pounding loud enough to drown out my trembling shouts of, "I'm coming, shit- faster!"

The dick in me is swelling and Jesus orgasm has never felt so good. Reiner is at a near roar and I can feel his come slide down my inner thighs.

I'm left a wreaked mess on the table as Reiner pulls out and moves far enough down the table until he can see my face. He's pulling one of my arms around his shoulders as he lifts me up and onto my feet. "How was that?"

I turn a lazy smirk in his direction and stroke my soiled hand over my dick. "Where are we having round two?"

The heat rises again.

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Its close to four in the morning when I finally exit Club Maria, passing Chell pinning a guy by the neck against the wall and giving her a wave. I ended up taking a small rest before showering and redressing. Even so, I planned on washing myself again later on that day after I got some sleep.

This time as I approach the car lot, I decide to go the long way up by following the same road that cars use to reach higher levels. I'm right outside my car when I finally decide to check my phone.

Over twenty missed calls from an unknown number. I frown down at it and move to put it away when it begins to buzz in my hand. Same number. I hesitate for a second but decide to answer on the third ring.

"Who is this?" I yawn out.

"Eren, thank God."

That voice has me waking me up faster than a bucket of ice water.

"Mikasa? What are yo-"

"Listen very closely, Eren." There was something extremely off about her voice. It was strained, panicky. I suddenly feel cold. "Wherever you are, get out."

"I don't-"

"Eren, please. Call Smith, tell him-" There is an odd scuffling and then the sound of gunshots. Its when I hear a pained grunt that I feel the blood drain from my face. I shout at her but she continues. "Tell Smith that they've found you, he'll understand." She's sounding short of breath and I have never felt more helpless. I'm not given time to respond. "Run, Eren, run."

The line goes dead and that's when I realize that I'm not alone.

Author's Notes: So because I couldn't really find a way to fit in the "science" of Were fluids, I'm gonna explain you a thing here. For the sake of convenience (since its going to be rare for anyone to carry lube around in this fic), I've made it so Werewolf spit/come helps make sex easier. Meaning that it numbs out pain and acts as a natural lubricant when they goin' get down and do the nasty.