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Armin stumbled back. His breath quickened his eyes grazing over his friends. The boy he’d grown up with, the boy who’d he’d shared his dreams to. He told him all about his plans to see the outside walls, his dream to see the vast body of saltwater. The ocean was what it was called. Armin wanted to see the ocean, Eren wanted to see it too. Eren wanted to see it with him.
They got to see the ocean. Years ago they saw the ocean together. And instead of happiness, Eren thought of killing their enemies. Not joy or thrill at the sight of the beautiful water. The sight Armin had wanted to see his whole life. A sight his parents tried to see, they left him to see the ocean. To see the world. And it seemed to mean nothing to Rren. Nothing but the fact his enemies were on the other side.
“Eren!” He wiped the blood from his nose. MIkasa had been escorted out along with the kid. Gabi, his mind supplied. “Why?” Armin had so many questions to ask Eren. Why had he hurt Mikasa, why did he attack marley. Fuck he knew why he attacked Marley but, couldnt they had have talked to them. Eren only had till he was 23, Armin wanted to spend that time happy with him. Not fighting.
Eren stepped forward and grabbed him by his collar. He’d always been physically stronger, and could easily take Armin in a fight. So even when Armin struggled as he was shoved flat on his back to the ground. A few shards of broken glass nicked at his clothes, cutting it but not his skin.
“Armin, what I said was true.” It felt like a stab to the heart, he hated that. He knew that Eren was lying. Eren didn't hate Mikasa, he never hated mikasa. So why would he keep on lying to him, keep lying saying he did.
“You don't, You’re lying.”
Armin looked up at his poisoning eyes, those sick green eyes. It’d been the first bit of Eren he'd noticed when they’d met. Those vibrant toxic green eyes, encapturing his ocean ones. Eren leaned forward, his face now a mere couple inches away from Armins. His breath caught in his throat at the proximity.
“I'm not, Armin. I’ve always hated her, whether I realized it or not.” Then what’d startled Armin the most so far was when Eren placed his lips on Armins own. Chapped lips against taken-care of soft ones. His eyes widened and he grabbed Erens wrists which were keeping his shoulders pinned to the ground. It was only a couple seconds before Eren released his hold on Armins lips.
“E-eren!?” Armin looked into Eren's eyes again, they were filled with pity, desire, lust, and what seemed to be hate? He’d always been good with emotions or at least reading them. Armin was rather bad at handling them or understanding one's emotions. But he could comfort and read people like a book. “What are you– why did you kiss me!”
It wasn't a question, more than a statement. Eren refused to respond or elaborate, instead flipping Armin over so he laid on his stomach. He felt the air in his lungs escape in surprise. A hand went to his pants hem, Eren’s hands were pulling his pants down. It was slow inducing more panic into Armin, giving him too much time to think. He was given too much time to think about what was going on and what was happening. His breath fastened, the realization of what he wanted obvious in Eren's actions. In Eren's eyes, those desire and lust filled eyes.
“No–” Armin whispered. “No– you wouldn't, stop– Eren-'' He couldn't hide the panic in his voice. His pants were now bunched at his ankles. Erens hands slid up his thigh and to his ass. Armin jerked when the hands groped the thick fatty flesh, thumbs pushing in and fingers squeezing. Pushing and molding the meat of his ass, he hated it. Eren rubbed one of his thumbs along his clothed ass, pushing down and rubbing circles into him.
“Stop– Eren!” He yelped, hands went to the hem of his boxers. They were pulled down much faster than his pants and brought to join them at his ankles. “No–No– stop–”
Eren pulled his own zipper down. Armin could hear it echo in the room, a pit in his stomach grew. He felt sick, a knowing of what was about to happen lingered in his mind. Yet he had no intention of believing it, not wanting to think that his friend; his best friend would do something like that.
“Shh…” Eren hushed him. He put his hands on Armins hips rubbing soft circles into the skin. “It’ll feel good.” The head pushed against his unprepped hole. He had not spit, lube or anything. Eren was going to fuck him raw and dry.
“No– Eren! Please at–” He could feel the tears dripping from him. “At least– prep me– pl-” A hand covered his mouth to shut him up. He looked down at the hand on his mouth, getting covered in his snot and tears. Nothing much had happened yet and he was already crying. He was so dramatic.
The head pushed in and he let out a muffled wince, he knew this wouldn't be the worst. Eren stayed still for a second, his breath shaky and heavy. After a couple seconds he felt Eren shift and his grasp on his hip lossend before tightening. He thrusted into Armin, all the way to the hilt. Armin let out a scream, muffled by a tan hand. His eyes squeezed shut and he whimpered into hand. His hands desperately grabbed at the wooden floor.
“F-fuck!” He heard Eren moan out, his hips moving out before he thrusted back into Armins torn hole. His ass was torn, blood acting as a lube stinging and burning with each thrust Eren gave. Steam released itself from Armins ass, his titan abilities self healing him not doing much. Each thrust kept re-tearing the closing wound, his ass not forming or taking any will on its own to loosen. Staying tight and unwilling.
“Ngh– Armin– Armin-” Eren was going fast, it hurt like a bitch. He kept going no matter how much Armin cried, no matter how much Armin whimpered and whined into his hand. His teeth grazed Eren's hand each time he yelped out at a too hard thrust.
After what felt like an eternity, Eren let out a long groan. He could hear him mutter his name. Armin felt dizzy, he felt sick. Something hotter, warmer than his own blood filled his hole. Stinging the tears like salt on a wound. He whimpered at the sensation, he’d tried to push himself away the entire time. Shoving at the solid ground, trying to move his legs to get himself up; or Eren off. But as Eren slid out of his steaming hole, which now was able to heal without interruption, he lay still making no move to stand. He felt an exhaustion pure and hard overtake him.
Why? Why did Eren do this?