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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Armin_Arlert/Eren_Yeager
  Character:
      Armin_Arlert, Eren_Yeager, Mikasa_Ackerman, Hange_Zoë
  Additional Tags:
      Humor, Crossdressing, Frottage, Hand_Jobs, Oral_Sex, Anal_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-17 Words: 4300
****** A Fine and Private Place ******
by pengiesama
Summary
     Eren and Armin are hard-up for some private time, and Eren will go to
     desperate lengths to obtain it.
Privacy…had always been an issue.
Well, perhaps not always. In those distant, untroubled days before the wall’s
fall, when they’d had space enough, and all the time in the world; that was
when Eren had been free to curl around Armin under the cool shade of a tree,
and drift off to the sound of his voice, only waking when Armin insisted on
showing him an illustration (oh, he’d seen them a thousand times by now, but
who could tire at looking at those fields of snow and sand, those oceans vast
and deep and blue, blue, blue), or when Mikasa wandered over with an
interesting bug she’d found.
The choked, filthy refugee camps were a far cry from those meadows. So many
shivering, starving bodies; stuffed into tents or ramshackle housing with
paper-thin walls. They’d been packed so tight that it was a wonder they hadn’t
suffocated. Even with the cramped conditions, they still froze in the winters –
he, Armin, and Mikasa bundled together for warmth, for safety. For necessity.
They’d all seen the soldiers roaming the shelters in the mornings, searching
for huddled, frozen bodies to toss in grave carts.
He’d blinded himself with rage and purpose, through those years. He would drag
Armin out of that hell, Mikasa marching beside them, and they would join the
Survey Corps. Those wings would fly them away, to places unknown, places
distant and untouched and just waiting to be woken from their hundred-year
sleep.
Their endgame of racing through sand dunes and into the sunset would have to
suffer a few roadblocks along the way, however. Finishing training was harder
than anticipated – he had always known the physical training would be grueling,
and the academic courses demanding, but…well. While the Training Corps scored
big over the refugee camps in terms of guaranteed food and a bed to sleep in,
Eren now had to deal with being a confused and horny teenager, rooming with
dozens of other confused and horny teenagers, in a place patrolled by killjoy
adults.
He thanked his lucky stars that Armin had insight enough to interpret his
stumbled mutterings and the extended periods of time he spent staring at
Armin’s ass appropriately – thanked them again for Armin somehow finding
something physically appealing in his weird gangly limbs and the way his voice
cracked now. No points to the stars for Armin’s encyclopedic knowledge of
isolated broom closets and storage rooms across the training campus, nor for
his exacting knowledge of the patrolling schedule and student movement patterns
– no, that was all Armin himself, and it gave them more privacy than a normal
pair of trainees could expect from a frantic dry-hump in an unlocked broom
closet.
“Five minutes until the three o’clock mechanics class passes through,” gasped
Armin. Pinned against the wall, his hips squirmed in Eren’s grip. “Hurry…”
Eren cursed his luck, undoing his and Armin’s pants in a rush. Not even enough
time to get their shirts off, he mourned distantly, as he fisted their cocks
together. He let out a strangled groan, and let his head fall to Armin’s
shoulder, his mouth biting kisses up his neck. Armin choked out a moan and
shoved his hand between them to join Eren’s. If Armin kept making noises like
that, god, five minutes would be more than enough. But still, if only having
five minutes to gnaw on Armin’s neck and grind him into a whimpering mess
against the wall was his lucky stars’ punishment for not giving them credit
earlier, then wow, fuck off, stars. All points redacted and given to Armin
forever.
Eren tightened his grip on their cocks and hoisted Armin higher on the wall,
his mouth moving from neck to collarbone. Armin’s voice broke on his name, and
a too-enthusiastic kick of his leg sent a mop and bucket clattering to the
ground. Eren’s cock, compromised in its judgment by its close proximity to
Armin’s cock and general person, decided this was the hottest thing ever, and
with an answering cry of Armin’s name, Eren collapsed in a shaking heap against
him, his arms drained of all ability to hold him up against the wall.
Distantly, as if through a fog, he felt Armin’s hand still moving to finish
himself off. He gave a rich shudder at the visual that bloomed in his mind, and
sucked weakly at the hollow of Armin’s neck until he felt him shudder and
still.
They stayed there, like that, for a few quiet moments, before Eren groaned.
“Time check…?” he asked, reluctantly.
“Still about two and a half minutes,” Armin said, airily, and gave a teasing
tap to Eren’s thigh. “That went quicker than I’d planned.”
Eren grumbled and tried to hide his flushed face against Armin’s shoulder. “I
wasn’t the only one getting really into it. That mop can back me up.”
Ceding the point, Armin cupped Eren’s cheek in his hand, to steer his mouth to
his; their lips fitting together soft and light. A knock on the door froze them
in place.
“Three o’clock mechanics had an early release today,” came Mikasa’s even,
matter-of-fact voice. There were several things implied by this simple
statement: ‘you’re lucky that I was the one assigned cleaning duty; no one else
here is conscientious enough to wait for you two to get your rocks off’, ‘you
have two seconds put your clothes back on before I stop pretending to care
about your personal space’, and ‘pick up that mop’.
Not even Armin’s careful research could fully hide them from Mikasa’s radar.
Eren dutifully tucked them both back into their pants, and Armin leaned over to
pick up the mop and set it back into its rightful place. They slunk from the
broom closet, bearing the embarrassment together – it wasn’t as though this was
the first time Mikasa had caught them going at it, but it always killed the
afterglow to know that your sister knew exactly how long you lasted. Mikasa
inspected them with a critical eye; straightened Eren’s askew collar, and
smoothed down Armin’s mussed hair. Robbed of private time, robbed of an
opportunity to play with Armin’s hair, Eren was given another reason to sulk.
Their sleeping quarters provided ample opportunity for quiet cuddle time, for
which Eren could never truly fault them, despite their equal lack of privacy.
But still, when those chaste kisses started involving teeth and tongues, when
hands started wandering, when Armin’s eyes looked so huge and luminous in the
moonlight filtering through the windows…fuck, did he resent his bunkmates for
existing. Without them, they wouldn’t have to resort to Armin muffling his
voice against a pillow as Eren shoved shaking hands down his pajama pants.
He wasn’t sure what to expect when he joined the Survey Corps – maybe secluded
tents in the wilderness, Armin warm and pliant and their bodies still thrumming
with adrenaline after a long day of killing titans. Maybe rutting against each
other up in a tree, heads spinning from the dizzying height and kisses both.
Maybe rolling with each other in the sands while the ocean lapped at their
feet…Eren would be lying if he said he hadn’t considered the possibilities
thoroughly, and at length.
He didn’t fault his imagination for not considering the possibility of being
locked in a dungeon underground, chained to his bed at night, and under the
watchful eye of armed guards twenty-four hours of the day.
Thankfully, the bustle of the upcoming mission, and the new recruits from his
own class, made his situation a bit more relaxed – allowed to roam during the
day to help with chores and attend meetings, assigned only one guard at night.
Allowed guests.
He could tell Armin was trying not to cry when he first brought them down to
his…“room”. He could tell Mikasa was trying not to punch a hole in the
crumbling brick walls. He hadn’t wanted to bring them down, to humiliate
himself further, but they’d asked, they’d demanded…they’d fallen asleep like
that, Armin promising even as he drifted off to sleep, head pillowed against
Eren’s thigh, that he’d bring down books from the library twice daily, morning
and night, he’d set a schedule to it. The guard hadn’t let them stay like that,
of course. He’d woken them up roughly, sent Armin and Mikasa back upstairs to
the barracks, hadn’t even waited until they were out of sight before locking
Eren back into his shackles.
But that night, even through the haze of shame and anger, he had a thought.
A thought that only one with the unbridled optimism and determination of a
sexually-frustrated fifteen-year-old boy could have.
Man, if that guard wasn’t there, this would be a great place to have sex in.
And so, the wheels began to turn. The guard didn’t patrol, really, just sat
outside his cell like a lump of hateful cockblocking potatoes, so examining the
patrolling schedule was out – he’d need to get the keys off him anyway. Armin
knew how to pick locks, but that would waste precious time that could be better
spent ripping his clothes off. He thought and thought, mind driven with
purpose.
It was the fruition of these plans that led to him standing outside the office
to Hanji’s lab, clutching a lumpy cloth bundle. He carefully prodded his gums
with his tongue as he knocked at the door.
“Come in! Don’t mind the smell, it’s just ammonia!”
Hanji greeted him at the door, and guided him to the nearest set of chairs that
weren’t covered in books, papers, and suspicious stains.
“Pleasure as always to see you, Eren. What can I do you for today?”
Eren thunked the cloth bundle onto the small table between them without a word.
Hanji, a slave to curiosity, slowly peeped inside. Her eyes went wide and
shining at the contents.
“A down payment,” Eren explained. “You’ll have that and more if we can reach a
deal.”
Hanji scooped a handful of teeth out of the bag with trembling hands. Her eyes
flickered briefly to Eren. “Keep talking.”
Encouraged, Eren wet his lips, and continued. It’d taken him four days to pry
all those teeth out of his mouth, and he was still a bit sore, even after
they’d grown back.
“A sack of teeth and two limbs of your choice. You’ll get that if you can get
the guard away from my cell and make sure I can have a – uh, a visitor. For the
full night.”
Dissatisfied with the small space that the table provided, Hanji had spread the
contents of the bag across the floor, and was sifting through the teeth with
her hands, mumbling excitedly. She stared at Eren with wild, calculating eyes.
“…a hunk of your hair. When in titan form. At least a bale of hay’s worth.”
Keep cool. Keep cool. Don’t act desperate or the deal will fall through. The
fate of your and Armin’s sex life depends on this. If you can seal this, who
knows – maybe it’ll open the doors for future transactions, involving fewer
body parts.
“Guarantee that me and Arm—um, my visitor, will have a night’s worth of total
privacy.”
Hanji flashed him something that was less a smile than it was her showing her
teeth. “I have my ways,” she cooed, carefully scooping her payment back into
the bag. “Expect results within the next three days. And have the rest of the
payment on my desk within the week.”
Eren nodded, and stuck out one only barely-trembling hand to shake on the deal.
Hanji scrambled over to it, and pressed her face into the palm, gently
whispering a single word into the flesh: “soon.” Suppose that meant the right
arm was part of the two-limb deal, Eren thought, trying not to run away
screaming. He’d have to find a hacksaw in the storage rooms. And maybe some
whiskey.
Hanji kept to her word. Exactly two nights after their deal, right after Eren
had been locked in for the night, Eren was half into his sleeping trousers when
his ears caught the sounds of screaming and cackling from the floors above.
Blind panic surged through his veins – titans? Here, now? No, they were still
in the walls, they were safe – another soldier burst through the dungeon door.
“Upstairs! Now!”
The guard outside Eren’s room blinked his eyes sleepily. “Huh? I’m on guard
duty for the kid, what – ”
“Squad Leader Hanji got that damn contraption of hers working! That – shit,
whatever she calls it, ‘cloning machine’. God, she’s everywhere now; they’ve
taken the captain hostage in the tower and are dangling dirty socks in his
face.”
The guard processed this information for a long, few seconds, before a grin
split his face.
“…that sounds fucking hysterical.”
The soldier crowed with laughter. “I know, right!? Come on, once you get tired
of watching that, a few of them broke into the wine cellar and are throwing a
party in the mess hall…”
Eren watched them race out of the room. He felt a little left out of the party,
but if his predictions were correct, he shortly would not care. He perched on
the edge of his bed, one leg jiggling impatiently, as he hopefully watched the
dungeon door.
Soon enough, the door creaked open, and a dear golden head peeped through,
scanning for interlopers. Eren felt a smile bloom across his face, and Armin’s
name floated from his mouth unbidden.
“I got woken up by Squad Leader Hanji – two of them, actually. They handed me
your cell key and told me to, and I quote, ‘go get my friggidy-frigg on’.”
Armin shook his head and unlocked the cell door. “Does this have anything to do
with me catching you yanking out your teeth with pliers the other day, or are
we just having a peculiar week?”
“Yes,” Eren breathed, rising from his bed to meet Armin. Or, at least, trying
to – he’d forgotten about the wrist shackle securing him to the frame. Damn it.
“Sit down,” Armin said softly, setting a bag down on the bed next to him. Eren
dutifully obeyed, and was treated to the sight of Armin drawing his lockpick
from his hair and setting to work. “The keys the Hanjis gave me only had the
door key on them, and I wasn’t sure if you still were being guarded down here.
Didn’t want to risk having this confiscated.”
Eren pressed a kiss to the crown of his golden head. He’d be dead a thousand
times over without that brain of his. Dead a thousand times, and blueballed
twice that. The shackles came loose, and Armin smiled up at him. He gave Eren’s
bare chest a shy poke.
“Were you expecting me, or am I just lucky?”
Eren gave his answer by dragging Armin into his lap, and falling backward onto
the bed. Fuck, he didn’t even know where to start – a bed, and privacy, and an
armful of wriggling, giggling blonde. Stripping him naked and throwing him down
to suck him dry sounded good, but so did rubbing off against each other, and so
did stripping him down to just, to just lookat him, and…and…
Eren tore his gaze from Armin’s face to the bag that he had brought in with
him. He swallowed hard.
“What’s in the bag?” Eren asked.
Armin smiled shyly, his hair falling into his eyes. “…you want to see?”
Oh. Oh fuck. Oh fuck, did he want to see. “Yeah. Yeah,” Eren croaked.
Armin leaned down to press his lips to Eren’s eyelids, gently. “Close your
eyes,” he whispered. “Don’t open them until I tell you.”
Eren nodded frantically, and covered his face with his hands for good measure.
The pressure of Armin’s body on him lifted, and the rustle of clothing being
removed made his cock throb in his pants. Eren grit his teeth and pressed his
hands harder against his face. He was a soldier. He could follow orders.
“Okay,” Armin said, finally. “Open them.”
Eren tore his hands from his face. He didn’t know who to credit for the sight
in front of him. Yellow high-heels to compliment the black tights on his long,
slender legs, a skirt so short that it didn’t even cover his ass, a vest cut to
flatter the line of his hips and chest. Tiny black bunny ears perched atop
Armin’s head to complete the ensemble. Eren wanted to yank them off with his
teeth.
“I,” Eren started, his mouth too dry to continue.
“Yes?” Armin asked, a smile playing at the edge of his mouth. His heels clicked
against the stone floor.
He stopped in front of Eren, raising one tuxedo-cuffed hand to smooth through
Eren’s hair. Eren’s breath shuddered out, and he tried to still the shaking of
his hands by grasping Armin’s hips. Upon closer inspection, the tights were
thigh-highs, and attached to a garter belt underneath the ensemble. The panties
were separate from the main minidress, and could be removed entirely – good,
that was very good. Eren nearly came on the spot at the thought of yanking off
those panties and fucking Armin into the mattress while he was still in that
outfit; his heels digging into Eren’s legs and sides, skirt pushed up around
his hips. They’d never had the space or time alone to be in each other before,
and fuck, if this wouldn’t make a memorable night to do it…
Armin gave his hair a tug, and climbed back on top of him; maneuvering them
both so they were fully on the bed. Armin straddled his hips and smoothed a
hand down his own outfit, considering.
“Do you mind if I keep this on, at least for a bit? I’m pretty fond of it.”
“No,” Eren’s voice cracked out.
Armin arched an eyebrow. “‘No’? ‘No’, what?”
It was abundantly clear that Armin knew exactly what Eren had meant. Eren
groaned and grasped at Armin’s thighs to anchor him.
“N-no, I don’t mind, keep it on…”
Armin took Eren’s chin between thumb and forefinger, made him meet his gaze.
“I don’t want to ruin our night together if you’re just humoring me. Tell me.
Do I look good in this?”
Eren swallowed hard. “Yes.”
Armin leaned in closer, still keeping Eren’s gaze focused on him. “Do you want
to fuck me in it?”
Eren felt as if the breath in him had been punched out of his lungs. After a
few moments, he finally had the presence of mind to answer. “Yes.”
Armin tilted his head to the side, thoughtfully. “I see. Do you want me to fuck
you in it?”
Oh, fuck. Eren’s vision swam, his fingers dug deep into Armin’s hips. “…yes,
yes.”
There was that sweet smile again, as if Armin hadn’t just offered to fuck him
senseless in high heels and bunny ears. “I’ve been doing some reading; I’ll do
my very best. Would you help me with these garters?”
Eren gasped out the breath he’d been holding, and moved his hands under Armin’s
skirt to unfasten the garters. The garters popped loose, one by one, and then
Armin was shimmying the panties down his thighs. Eren let out an unintelligible
curse and lurched forward to shove Armin’s skirt up and bury his face in his
crotch. Armin murmured encouragingly, ran his fingers through Eren’s hair and
tugged as Eren lapped hungrily at his cock.
“Good,” he sighed. He moved his hips just slightly, his cock sliding deeper
into Eren’s mouth. “Missed you.”
Eren let out an answering moan. Missed you. Missed your cock and your thighs
and your hips. Missed the curve of your back under my hands. Missed the way
your face looks cupped between my palms just after we’ve kissed. Missed you,
missed you. If I have to yank out all my teeth and hack off my arms just to get
another night alone with you in this dank, miserable cell, I’d do it again, I’d
do it a thousand times.
Armin’s thumb traced the curve of Eren’s lips around his cock. “Eren,” he
breathed. “Take off your pants, and spread your legs for me.”
Eren pulled off Armin’s cock with a slurp, and hurriedly shucked his pants
while Armin dug around in his bag. He came back with a bottle of oil and slick
fingers, and nestled between Eren’s legs comfortably.
“Relax,” he said against Eren’s lips, one hand smoothing over his shoulder, the
other – the other, tracing down the underside of his cock and behind his balls.
One finger pressed into him, slowly. “Have you ever done this to yourself
before?”
“No,” Eren answered, honestly. Most of his experience on the subject was
snippets of conversations from other soldiers and students, and – well, most of
his fantasies on the subject involved him doing it to Armin. But fuck, fuck.
Eren clenched his fists in the sheets and wriggled his hips experimentally. If
it felt this good, he would amend his position.
“That’s too bad. I have,” Armin continued. He pressed another finger into Eren.
“Would you like me to tell you about it?”
“Yes, fuck, Armin, please,” Eren begged.
“I first heard about it back when we were in training,” Armin began. “It seemed
so odd, back then. Seemed like it would be painful. But, then I considered it a
bit more – that’s where the prostate is, after all. That’s what this is,
here—”Armin deliberately brushed against something inside of Eren, and fuck,
fuck, he was seeing stars. Armin laughed, lightly. “I’m sure I’ve made my point
there. So, one night, after you’d kissed me goodnight, I squirmed out of your
arms, took the oil we use to treat our harnesses, and fucked myself with my
fingers. I got so loud, I don’t know how you didn’t wake up. I wish you would
have.”
Eren hadn’t the slightest idea how he hadn’t, and cursed his past self for it.
It was becoming harder and harder to be negative about anything in the current
situation, however.
“Eren,” Armin sighed, his hips shifting, his other hand drifting to stroke his
own cock. “I’m going to try and add a third finger. Is that alright?”
Eren gave a strangled sob as an answer, his legs splaying wider. He felt tears
prickle at the sides of his eyes – shit, was he glad that Armin was used to him
crying during sex. If Armin stopped now, he’d fucking explode.
“Good,” Armin whispered. “Good. Good?”
“Armin…” Eren reached out blindly, grabbed a handful of blonde hair and yanked
him down for a kiss. “Armin, please, I want your cock, please…”
Armin gave him a gentle, chaste kiss on the forehead as he pulled out his
fingers, and scooted his hips into position. “Tell me how it feels, Eren.”
Fuckingamazing was how it felt. His head fell back against the pillow as Armin
slowly pushed inside, his soft breath against his face, shivering on every
exhale. When his hips were resting against Eren’s ass, Armin rested his
forehead against Eren’s collarbone, trying to compose himself. One bunny ear
flopped in Eren’s face, and Eren wanted to bite it.
After a few agonizingly long moments, Eren gave another desperate groan. He
felt tears beginning to leak down his cheeks. Armin kissed the trails away, and
gave a low note of concern.
“Good, it feels good, Armin, pleasemove, I’m going to die,” Eren babbled, the
words tripping over his tongue.
Armin drew back, and gave a slow, careful thrust. His eyes watched Eren’s face,
searching, calculating. He must have liked what he saw – Eren certainly liked
what he felt, and said so with incoherent cursing – and began to set a rhythm.
“Fu-hu-hu-huck,” wailed Eren, grasping the metal headboard of the bed with one
hand and slamming the other in a fist against the bed. Armin’s hips snapped
into him in quick, eager staccato, and one delicate hand moved to wrap around
his cock. The other hand gently unfurled his fist, and laced their fingers
together; resting their hands beside Eren’s head.
It was too much, too little – Armin was over him and around him and in him so
hard and hot, and even stuffed full to overflowing, Eren wanted more, wanted to
take Armin inside of him warm and whole so he would never leave. Eren turned
his head to the side, grabbed at Armin’s thumb with lips and teeth, sucking and
whimpering. Armin’s hand twisted around the head of his cock, his thumb
dragging up the underside, and fuck, he was done. His whole body stiffened, and
he came with a hoarse scream. Distantly, he heard Armin’s choked whimper, and
felt his cock throb inside of him. Felt him pull out, felt him flop down beside
him, exhausted.
Eren rolled over to face him, wincing only a little as he did so. He looked him
over – one of his stockings had fallen down to his knee, exposing a soft, pale
thigh. Eren stroked the skin there with the back of his hand, over and over,
too fond to make sense of it. Armin made a tiny, frustrated noise, and nipped
at the skin of Eren’s throat.
“You got your come on my dress.”
“Sorry,” Eren murmured, sliding an arm under Armin’s waist to draw him close.
He rested his chin atop Armin’s head, eyes drifting shut. “Help you wash it.”
“Tired?”
“Mm.”
“The Hanjis have the place on lockdown. We’ve got the whole night to
ourselves.”
Eren’s eyes drifted open again. As usual, Armin made the most logical point. He
didn’t pull out all his teeth and cut off an arm so he could only get his rocks
off once. Armin’s tongue darted out to lick a stripe up Eren’s neck.
“I’ve got bunny ears for you, too.”
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