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Impatiently, Eren looked at his watch before he took a sip from his whiskey and slammed the empty glass down on the closest table to his seat at the gentlemen's lounge club he was currently at.
Nobody was paying particular attention to him, and he knew how to keep a low profile in such places. Dressed in a sharp black suit and tie, with his long brown hair tied up in a careless bum, he looked just like another of the patrons littering the tables and Chesterfield leather-black seats of the private bar of the strip club. Another rich and lonely man enjoying the show, yet despite looking a little bit younger than the normal clientele, he did not stand up that much among the rest, and he knew the staff would not mind as long as the drinks kept coming and the cash kept flowing.
Another glass was placed next to the one he had just finished, but Eren did not bait an eye in the direction of the waitress as he stared at his phone.
Eren 11:32 – ‘Min status?
Armin 11:34 – All good. Give me twenty
Armin 11:35 - I’ll text you when it’s done.
That had been twenty-five minutes ago, and despite his calm and collected exterior, Eren was getting anxious with every minute that went by.
“Fancy a dance, handsome?” One of the dancers/waitresses asked as she approached him.
She was blond, with beautiful crystal blue eyes and a pretty smile, dressed in a glittery silver bikini top, that barely covered her breasts, matching short shorts, and impossibly high heels. She looked too young to be there, perhaps even younger than him, but she seemed confident and assertive.
Eren shook his head and lightened a cigarette instead as the woman nodded and took his empty glass with him.
He took a long drag of his cigarette and watched her go. His green eyes fixed on the blond strands that almost reached her shoulders. Armin used to wear his hair like that back when they were younger, and although the hair tone was not the same, she and Armin could easily be long-lost siblings.
Feeling slightly even more nervous, he looked at his watch one more.
00:18
That’s it.
He had waited long enough, he thought to himself as he put the half-finished cigarette off in the ashtray by the table and threw a couple of bills, which surely were way more than what he had consumed. He stood up and fixed his clothes in a casual manner before walking in the direction of the discretely hidden elevators of the club. After a quick look over his shoulder to make sure that he was not being followed, and a scan to pinpoint any of the security cameras, Eren walked into the elevator and pressed the desired floor number.
During the short ride, Eren took the hidden Glock pistol from his hidden place under the jacket of his suit. The elevator doors opened with a ding, and he warily looked one way and then the other before exiting the elevator and starting to make his way to the room he knew where Armin was at.
It was not far. The building was luxurious, with black alabaster walls and floors, however, it was not very big, and there were not many rooms.
Once he reached the room, Eren knocked on the door twice. When he received no answer, his body tensed, and he forced himself to calm the fuck down as he knocked once more.
“Armin I am going in,” he warned, but he did not wait to receive an answer as he unlocked the door with a previously stolen key.
It was a spacious luxury room covered in Persian rugs, high ceilings, and dimly lit. However, he did not repair much on the looks of the room until he spotted a shirtless man laying down on the ground. It was a middle-aged man, his soulless eyes stared unseeingly at him and there was foam running down his open mouth. Eren didn’t need to check his pulse to know he was dead. Not that he cared either. That was their target.
Without baiting another glance at the dead body, Eren closed the door softly behind him and put his gun away as he looked at the blond staring back at him, sitting calmly on the bed.
“I said I’d get it done,” Armin greeted him from his place on the bed. He was also shirtless, and the button and fly of his black slacks were undone.
A rush of anger and apprehension washed through him, none of it directed at the blond himself, but he quickly compartmentalized the thought away. He knew Armin could take care of himself, the blond liked to remind him time and time again during missions, but that never did anything to alleviate his worry.
“Why didn’t you text me?” he frowned, evading the topic.
Armin smirked at him, and the brunette suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for the dead man a couple of steps away from him. No wonder how that fucker had been dead in less than an hour. With looks like that, Eren himself would gladly walk into his own grave and even be goddamn grateful afterward if only the blond would give him the time of the day.
A pang of jealousy crossed his thoughts, but he quickly discarded the idea.
“Why? Were you worried about me?” the blond asked teasingly, and Eren was man enough to admit that he was. Yet another part of him repaired on the heat lacing Armin’s words.
However, all dirty thoughts vanished the moment he noticed the trail of drying blood running from the blond’s nose.
Eren frowned at the wound, and he started to approach his partner.
“I was about to text you,” Armin said softly as he showed Eren the phone in one of his hands, but Eren did not answer as he approached the blond and sat on the bed next to him. Armin tensed next to him, however, with no previous warning, he reached out to place two fingers on his chin to tilt his head up and check on the wound. Up this close, Eren could smell the alcohol from Armin’s lips and that partially explained his uncharacteristic brash behavior and also his weapon of choice for the night.
“Not completely unscathed, though,” the brunet said unpleasantly as he examined the blond’s nose. Despite the alcohol, and how gently Eren tried to be, the touch made the blond flinch slightly. Instantly, Eren rubbed his thumb on his cheek apologetically.
“Oh please, I’ve had worse,” Armin said slightly nasally, but he did not move away from the touch.
Eren sighed, before leaning back away from the blond in favor of walking to the bathroom to gather some tissues.
Once he was back, Eren sat closely next to him and tilted the blond's head up once more to carefully place a tissue to stop the bleeding. His touch was caring, yet the blond visibly shivered before him.
“Doesn’t seem broken, but it will need a realignment,” Eren explained.
With his head still tilted up, Armin looked down at him.
“You think you can fix it?” he asked.
“It will be painful though,” Eren nodded.
“Hn… might as well get it done,”
Eren nodded, as he stood up from the bed.
“How do you want me?” Armin asked, and Eren had to force himself to focus on the matter at hand.
Seriously, Armin Artler was either fucking cruel or simply clueless. Probably both.
“Against the wall,” he said naturally. Armin was not the only one who could talk double sense in this endless game of theirs.
Armin stood from the bed, with bloodied tissues still in hand, as Eren guided him to the closest wall.
“Buy me dinner first and I’ll think about it,” Armin teased right back once the back of his head was pressed against the wall so that he couldn’t move away in reflex, with Eren looming over him and with his fingers back on his nose.
“Fuck ‘Min,” he swore.
The blond was not drunk, tipsy at the most, but buzzed enough to allow unfiltered speech.
Of course, the blond had to have the last word. He had always been quicker with his words than Eren.
Ignoring the comment and focusing on the task at hand, the brunet placed his thumbs on the sides of the bridge of his nose. The procedure was easy but painful, and the quickest it could be, the better before the tissue could heal crookedly.
“Ready?” he asked as he stared at Armin.
Armin shivered and nodded.
“On three,” Eren warned allowing the blond to take a deep breath.
“One. Two…”
Crack!
“Agh!” Armin cried after Eren had realigned his nose back into place.
“You said on three!” the blond said as his eyes watered, and he leaned forward as a tear ran down one of his cheeks. He placed a hand on Eren’s shoulder to support himself while he used the other to nurse his nose.
“Sorry, Minnie, hurts less when it is by surprise,” Eren said as he guided the blond to take a seat on one of the leather chaises in the room. He took a clean glass from one of the tables and poured Armin a generous amount of scotch. It was not ideal, but alcohol would be enough to numb a bit of the pain. After the blond accepted the glass and drank it in one go, Eren crouched before him. He ran gentle fingers through Armin’s cheeks with one hand and handed him another tissue with the other.
“No worries though, you would still be the prettiest even with or without a crooked nose,” he said softly, and Armin smiled at him through watery-glazed eyes.
“Yeah right,” Armin said slightly sarcastically even though a red blush started to dust his cheeks.
Neither made a move nor said another word as Eren studied him.
“We need to get rid of the body,” Armin said after a while once the tears had dried enough to see properly.
Eren glanced at the body and then right back at him.
The corpse in the room was literally the very last of his concerns.
“Besides the runny nose, was everything all right?” he asked softly, and Armin vacillated for only a second before nodding.
However, that had been enough for Eren to notice that his partner was downplaying the events.
“Don’t lie to me, Minnie,” Eren said softly and the blond sighed.
“I am fine, it was just the hit… and a bit of groping,” Armin admitted as a shiver ran down his spine. It had not been the pain nor the cold of the room that had Armin tense around him a couple of moments ago.
As if burnt, Eren let go and leaned back and away from the blond.
Sensing the abrupt change, and the implications of his words, Armin looked at him.
“It is fine, it is not the same with you, Eren, it never is the same with you, I like it when you touch me,” the blond was quick to say, “feels… safer,” he added as he reached for one of Eren’s hands and looked away as if the confession was a bit embarrassing.
Before he could pull the blond forward into an embrace, and forget about everything for a while, Eren was reminded that their mission was not finished just yet.
“I’ll deal with the rest, you just, rest for a bit,” he said as he took off the jacket of his suit and placed it on Armin’s naked shoulders.
Armin nodded and watched as Eren removed his tie and rolled his sleeves up to get to work.
It took a bit longer without Armin’s help, but Eren had been in this job for a while now for him to know exactly what to do to get rid of a body. He pulled out the big black bag they had hidden in that room that morning with all the necessary tools they knew they would need. Meters of plastic wrap, and a bottle of bleach in case it had been necessary. However, unlike him, with Armin, cleaning supplies were rarely necessary. Armin Arlert had the cleanest record from everyone in the agency.
Once he was done, with the body wrapped in plastic, he turned to look at Armin. He was still in the chaise, one of his elbows on the armrest while his hand supported his head as he dozed off.
“Min,’” Eren said softly placing his hands on his shoulders to wake him up, “we need to head out soon,” Eren said.
Blinking the sleep away, he nodded.
“Where’s my shirt?” he asked.
“In the bag, it was bloodied,” Eren answered simply. Keep the jacket on you.
Armin nodded.
He did a quick scan of the room to check if Eren had missed anything, but the place was spotlessly clean. Except for the rumpled bed sheets and a single unfinished glass that he knew Eren had whipped clean before adding more alcohol, there was nothing else to do.
They scurried out from the room and to the empty streets through the fire stairs. Carrying a body was not an easy task, but they had both done it times enough to make the whole ordeal as efficient and as quick as possible.
“I’ll drive,” Eren said once he slammed shut the trunk of the car he had parked nearby.
“Didn’t you drink?” Armin asked. The last thing they needed was to be pulled over for drunk driving.
“I’m soberer than you, anyway,” Eren said dismissively, and Armin did not fight him as he opened one of the back doors looking for a shirt from the backpack in which they kept a spare of clean clothes. After retrieving a navy-blue oversized sweatshirt, he got into the passenger seat where he removed Eren’s suit jacket and put the oversized shirt on as Eren sat in the driver's seat.
Once in the car, the brunet took a look at his companion. Armin was always a little bit distant after a mission in which he acted as bait. Surely, he may be more strategic, clear-headed, and methodical than Eren himself, however, Armin Arlert was just as dangerous despite his shorter frame and soft looks. He might be less intimidating and physically strong than him, but the blond used his looks to his advantage. A weakness that he had turned into a deathly weapon.
“I am fine,” Armin reassured knowingly with a tired sigh, “just tipsy, and it is cold,”
Eren looked ahead and started the car.
“This conversation is not over, Min,”
Eren drove away from the city and into the woods to make a quick stop to discard the body by one of the lakes and then drove to a motel on the outskirts of town.
An empty business that accepted cash only and whose clientele was mainly the occasional runaway teenage couple, broke people, and prostitutes.
“It’s not the five seasons, but we gotta’ keep a low profile,” Eren explained as he parked near the lobby.
“That’s fine, we’ll just play the closeted horny rich kid with daddy’s young intern,” Armin mentioned even though this was the type of place where no questions were asked, and discretion was the actual business.
Eren snorted.
By how they were dressed, it looked like it was the other way around.
“Let me guess, you’re the kid and I am your rich dad’s intern?”
“That’s right, you’re my bitch,” Armin confirmed and Eren snorted even louder.
Tipsy Armin was unfiltered and assertive, and a force to be reckoned with.
“I wouldn’t mind that,”
Armin snickered as they exited the car and checked in.
The clerk did not bat an eye at them, and after Eren had placed a couple of bills on the counter, he handed him the keys to the room.
Once inside, Eren dropped the backpack by one of the chairs.
The place had old yellow walls, old furniture, and a bed whose sheets he was sure had not been washed in God knows how long. It was quite a contrast from the room at the private lounge, however, the blond didn’t seem to care as he walked straight to the washroom.
Eren followed him with his eyes, as the blond stripped himself from the sweatshirt, giving Eren a nice view of his skinny chest exposed to the cold air of the room before disappearing inside the bathroom. The blond didn’t even bother with closing the door, and a moment later, the brunet heard the shower being turned on.
Smiling to himself, placed a ‘not disturb’ sign on the outside of the door, not that someone cared, and made sure the lock was on. He walked back into the room and retrieved a small plastic bottle from the backpack, and he followed the blond into the washroom.
Armin had been in the middle of washing his hair when he felt Eren getting into the shower before surrounding the blond with his arms and pressing his chest to Armin’s back.
“Took you long enough,” Armin sighed contently before turning around to see Eren.
“You still have your clothes on,” the blond said in surprise.
Except for his shoes and socks, Eren had not even bothered to remove his now wet clothes.
“How observant of you, Min,” the brunet smirked as he placed his hands on Armin’s hips, running his fingers against the exposed soft skin.
Armin snickered and got hold of Eren’s tie to pull him closer. The motion had been a bit rough, but Eren let him pull him into a kiss anyway as he pushed the blond against the wall, so that both of them were now right under the water.
Instantly, as if a fire had been ignited, they kissed each other roughly and passionately, and one of Eren’s hands wandered to squeeze one of Armin’s buttocks. The blond moaned in response, and Eren took the chance to coax his partner’s tongue into a playful battle. Armin’s arms moved to rest on the brunet’s shoulders as his hands went to the now wet hair, digging blunt short nails into his scalp in reciprocation.
In a rough movement, Eren rolled his hips against the blond, pressing himself even closer to the blond. He placed one hand against the wall to support himself as his other hand kept groping Armin as if he wanted to get a handful of Armin’s skin.
“You’re mine, Arlert,” Eren said hoarsely using his last name as they were supposed to do so in their line of work. However, with them, impersonal relationships had never been their strong fort, “and had you not killed that fucker idiot, I’d have fed him his own intestines and torn him inside out,”
Bringing the recent events of their missions into their lovemaking was certainly not common practice. And Eren was certainly no therapist, but he knew Armin better than he knew himself, and he knew what to do and what to say to reassure him.
A languid moan was ripped from the blond's lips, and Eren smiled as he started to mouth at the his neck with open wet kisses.
Armin may not be as violent as Eren, but that did not mean he couldn’t be just as ruthless and bloodthirsty when the situation called for it. Like Eren, Armin was not an innocent pigeon, he was just as morally grey as himself, just more discrete about it.
“Actually, from now on, I am ripping anybody who looks your way apart, because I do not share” Eren sentenced as he sucked on the soft skin of Armin’s neck to stress his point.
Armin whimpered, and Eren moved to kiss him once more.
“Since when I am yours?” Armin breathed as he pulled away so that only his foreheads were touching. He looked at Eren with a playful glint in his eyes and a smirk on his face.
Eren didn’t take the bait. If only, a knowing and hungry smirk of his own tugged at his lips.
“Oh Minnie, you have always been mine,” Eren stated as he squeezed the blond’s butt playfully before slapping it. There was not a trace of doubt in his tone, as if he was stating a truth universally known.
In their line of work, sentimental relationships were strictly forbidden, but Eren and he had been it, even before they had started working for the agency. They were the exception to the rule, and contrary to any expectation, that only made them an even more efficient duo. A deadly one.
The sting of the slap was short-lived, more pleasant than painful, and it was good enough to make the blond gasp.
With lust-fueled determination, Armin leaned back and away enough to start to undo the first button of Eren’s soaked shirt before moving to the one below. Yet, despite the fact they both were aching for each other, Eren did not help him and focused on Armin’s face instead and placed both hands on the tiles behind Armin for support, caging the shorter man between his arms.
It was an easy task, but with his lust-clouded mind, it felt almost impossible. Slowly and methodically, as Eren stared at him like a hawk with hungry eyes, Armin managed to undo the second last button. However, before he could move to the final button, Eren dragged a hand up the blond’s naked side and toyed with one of his nipples. The playful pinching at the bud of nerves sent a wave of pleasure that went straight to Armin’s already hardened cock, and his only comfort was that Eren was just as excited if the tent in his pants was anything to go by.
With a little more effort than necessary, Armin finally undid the last button and started to push the fabric off of Eren, and this time, the other did help him. With how soaked the fabric was, and how it stuck to his form like a second skin, it was a little bit harder to get rid of it but as soon as it was off, Eren discarded the shirt carelessly on the tiles of the shower.
Taking a moment to appreciate the view, Armin ran the pad of his fingers reverently up and down Eren’s naked wet torso, the faint touch making the brunet shiver under Armin’s fingers despite the hot water raining on them. Teasingly, with his lower lip caught between his teeth in anticipation and concentration, the blond slowly traced his fingers down the skin and to the fly of Eren’s soaked pants. Still under Eren’s green gaze, he fumbled with the button and undid the fly of his pants before sneaking a hand inside and touching him.
“Fuck, Min,” Eren cursed breathlessly as he leaned in to catch Armin’s lips into a wet kiss as the other fisted his cock with a practiced motion, caressing the tip with his thumb. Armin smiled against Eren’s lips, and the brunet playfully bit his lower lip in retaliation. Armin bite right back, and then he pulled away.
Making eye contact, Armin lowered himself to kneel on top of Eren’s previously discarded shirt. The floor was still hard, but the shirt was better than nothing. Without looking away, Armin ran his tongue along Eren’s cock.
“Shit,” Eren cursed once more, and Eren focused on sucking him. He bobbed his hand back and forth slowly and then quickly, aiding himself with his hand at the base. After a couple of minutes, he felt Eren twitch in his mouth, yet before Armin could do more, the brunet quickly pulled him up.
“You tease,” he breathed, and Armin smirked at him.
As much as he loved the smirk on Armin’s pretty features, Eren leaned forward to brush it off with a heated kiss.
Yet without much explanation, Eren pushed the dirty curtain out of the way to retrieve the bottle of lube he had left by the sink, and close to reach.
When Armin recognized the bottle, his eyes widened slightly and this time, Eren smirked back, but offered no explanation as he poured some of the substance into his hand.
Without a warning, he flipped Armin to face the wall, and gave the blond no time before inserting a finger inside. Armin braced himself on the wall with both hands, with his left cheek pressed against the wet tiles as the water kept pouring on top of them. Eren rested his chin on his shoulder, as he wormed his finger, making him whimper in pleasure.
“Enjoying yourself?” Eren whispered hoarsely, and Armin’s answer died in his throat as the taller inserted another finger.
“Agh,”
Eren’s ministrations were slow and deliberate, pulling moan after moan from his throat, and Armin found himself reaching for himself with a hand, however, before he could touch himself Eren caught his hand with his free one and brought Armin’s hand back to the wall, interlacing their fingers, and keeping him pinned against the wall.
“Ah, ah,” he murmured against the smaller’s ear, “you come like this or not at all,” the brunet sentenced easily as he scissored his fingers inside Armin, making his cock painfully twitch.
Minutes went by, moans and groans slipping from Armin’s lips and onto deaf ears as the other took his sweet time toying with Armin and peppering kisses along his neck.
“E-eren please,” the blond tried, but Eren did not listen.
Closing his eyes, Armin groaned,
“You said I am yours,” he said brokenly, and Eren ignored him.
“Show me,” Armin whispered.
All motion was stopped, and Eren froze, and suddenly, he shifted Armin so that he was facing him again.
“Come again, Minnie?” he asked. It was a soft tone… yet scary. His green eyes burning with heat.
“Prove I am yours,” Armin said.
Eren’s shock was evident on his face for only a couple of seconds before he smirked once more.
“Oh I will,” he sentenced.
In a sudden rush, he turned Armin around and against the wall.
“I’ll show you,” Eren groaned in almost a snarl, “right here, right now,”
As if to prove a point, Eren used one hand to support himself against the wall he used the other to guide himself inside Armin. In a quick smooth motion, Eren penetrated the ring of muscle, and pushed forward so that he was fully inside. The rocking caused Armin’s chest to press against the tiles once more, as his back arched to accommodate Eren better.
“Agh!” Armin groaned as he tried to find purchase, however, Eren started to move and Armin found himself with his cheek pressed against the tiles once more.
Eren started smoothly. Rocking his hips in and out slowly and languidly, making the blond moan with every thrust.
Groans and moans drowned in the sound of the pitter-patter of the water, and a couple of minutes went by until Armin felt his cock twitch. It had not been long, yet Armin was getting close to the edge.
However, with no previous warning, Eren stopped and Armin moaned in frustration before he was turned once more to face Eren. With as swift quick motion, Eren hoisted Armin up and the blond clung to him on instinct, locking his ankles behind Eren’s lower back to keep himself from falling.
With one hand, he supported Eren with one hand while guiding his cock back inside with the other.
“I’ll break you, Minnie,” Eren said looking up at him before kissing him. Eren’s dirty talk was dark and challenging when provoked, yet that only made him even more aroused, “And I’ll put you back together,” he stated once he was fully inside.
With this new position, Eren was fully deep inside him, but he gave him no chance to adjust before he starting to thrust inside and out.
Like a moment ago, his thrusts started slow and deep, but soon after, he picked up the pace. Going inside and out at increasing speed.
For minutes, what felt like hours, wet filthy sounds of wet skin slapping against skin along with groans and moans echoed in the enclosed space.
Deep pleasure started to build at the bottom of Armin’s stomach as he clung to Eren for dear life, clawing against his back trying to find purchase. However, Eren gave him no rest, nor complained, but rather groans of pleasure slipped from his mouth as his thrusts became erratic and uncoordinated as he hit his prostrate time and time again.
“Ah, ah,”
It was too much. The stimulation was overwhelming. His cock was caged between them, and although he wanted to reach down, there was no need. He was so close to the end.
Eren adjusted his weight once more, making him bounce up and down, going deeper and harder.
“Say it,” he barely heard Eren groan, and it took Armin some time to realize what he was talking about.
“I-I ah! am yours,”
"Again,” Eren thrust particularly hard.
“I am yours, Eren!”
Just like that, his body cock twitched, and his body started to convulsion as a rush of white pleasure washed over him. His vision whitened and he heard a faint loud moan that he was sure had been him echoed in the room.
Eren moaned too, and he managed two more thrusts before his body tensed and his body tensed. Armin’s spasming body had been enough to make the other come, and he felt warm ropes of cum spill inside him.
Armin felt weightless as Eren brought him down once more, however, he kept his hands on his waist to support him. Had he not, Armin was sure he would have melted into a puddle. For a moment, nothing but the pouring water and their accelerated breaths could be heard, and they both stayed like that as they tried to catch their breaths. Armin felt Eren soften once more inside of him, but Eren still made no move to pull away.
Instead, Eren burrowed his face into the crook of the blond’s neck, and had Armin not came just a second ago, he would have been hard once more just by the closeness and the heat of their positions.
With a satisfied smile, Armin leaned in to kiss Eren’s cheek.
“You’re mine too, you know,” he said.
Eren turned to look at him, and a smile graced Eren’s boyish features.
“I am,” he laughed before he kissed the blond once more.
“Come on, I am tired,” Armin said.
With the almost non-existent energy they still had, they rinsed themselves and turned off the now lukewarm water.
Once done, Eren tugged at Armin in the direction of the bed, but Armin pulled him in the other direction.
“We’re not slipping there naked,”
Eren snorted briefly but he complied. After putting on clean underwear, Eren turned off the lights and then they got into bed.
The sheets in fact felt rusty but Armin was too tired to care, and Eren never did anyway.
“I love you,” Eren said.
Both were lying on their sides, as they stared at each other with sleepy eyes.
“I love you too,”
“Next time, you’re not going by yourself,”
“Mhmmm”
It was not an answer, but Eren would leave that for another night. Armin Arlert was always more pliant when lost in the grip of lust and passion. In the morning, he’d make him promise.
Just like that, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.