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“You are mesmerising, Armin Arlert”, Floch cooed into his ear and licked it leisurely. The way his name rolled off Floch’s tongue made Armin cringe. He shut his eyes, wishing he could deactivate his other senses as well.
How did he end up here?
One minute he was dealing with the obnoxious pack of Yeagerists and next he was dragged away by Floch.
After being caught, Armin had believed he would be taken into a special cell, separated from the others. Which is why he had been incredibly confused by Floch, who led him into his bedroom.
Armin hadn’t understood his actions until he was thrown on top of the mattress, his hands cuffed behind his back. His comrades were downstairs, locked up, which is why he couldn’t transform himself into the colossal titan. Not even as Floch ripped the clothes off his trembling body and then stripped himself naked.
His stomach hurt, although he was lying on Floch’s fleecy blankets. Must have been a psychosomatic reaction to stress.
“If Eren finds out-“
“He won’t”, Floch cut in, “You will take my dick with dignity and never utter a word about it to anyone or else I won’t be able to guarantee for the safety of your beloved friend.”
Armin’s breath hitched. He knew in an instant that he was referring to Mikasa.
“Do you want me to do that to her instead, hm?”, Floch asked, “She may be strong, but she isn’t invincible. Us holding her captive is a testament to that.“
“Alright.” In compliance Armin buried his face into the soft fabric under him. “This stays between us. As long as you don’t lay a hand on her.”
Floch leered in triumph. It had been too easy to wrap the blonde guy around his finger. He would chew Armin out like some delicious bubblegum, play with him and dispose him after Armin had served his purpose.
Armin had to stay strong. For every involved individual. Especially for Mikasa. How many times had she already saved him? He could do this. For her. There was nothing he couldn’t endure. He had survived so many obstacles. Bullies, grief, titans and even his own death.
Armin would get through this too.
When Floch parted his buttocks to spit on his hole, Armin’s vision became blurry. The tears only dropped though as Floch intruded his anus with his calloused fingers. “Gosh, even for a virgin you are extremely tight”, Floch mused, “Losen up for your own sake.”
Floch was insane, if he thought that Armin would be able to relax under these circumstances. The guy, who wished death upon him years ago, was humiliating him in the cruelest way.
“Eren gushes a lot about you. He may be acting cold towards you currently, but that guy is totally enamoured by you. It’s annoying and I’m honestly fed up with it. Merely hearing your name is enough to piss me off.”
Armin gasped as Floch added a third finger. He may not be able to stop himself from crying and squirming, but he’d be damned, if he gave Floch any more feedback. To muffle himself, Armin hid his face further into Floch’s covers. His nose wrinkled as it was hit with Floch’s nauseating smell.
“Despite all the amazing things he told me about you, I never understood his obsession.” Eren always had been overprotective of Armin and he did put him on a pedestal by claiming that Armin would turn out to be the messiah Paradis Island was waiting for all along.
Still Armin wouldn’t say that Eren carried any ill feelings for him inside of him. Their relationship was defined by mutual respect, trust and love. At least that was how things were before Eren had beaten the shit out of him.
Eren changed up to the point that Armin had difficulties in recognising him. His insecurities repeatedly telling him that he was nothing in Eren’s eyes, only added salt to the wound. Having a person, who despised him, imply that his worries were irrational was probably the only positive aspect of this traumatic incident.
Inserting his fingers in and out of Armin, Floch said in a condescending tone: “He put your worthless life above Erwin’s and he doesn’t even regret it. By that he risked the fate of every single human being. To protect you from your tormentors, Eren threw himself in fights he couldn’t win. His father wouldn’t have to medically treat him so often, if a weakling like you had known to defend yourself. Eren even almost died for you. More than once actually. I couldn’t grasp why the hell he was all over a frail bitch like you.”
His words were more jarring than any bullet that had pierced Armin’s body. Guilt creept inside of his conscience. Eren had been the light of his life and Armin wasn’t able to return the favour. He was too useless to save Eren from the darkness.
When Floch was done with shaping Armin for use, he jerked his cock a few times. Floch rubbed his leaking pre-cum over his stiff dick and added some salvia to it, making it disgustingly slick. Armin prepared himself for the worst, when he felt Floch’s tip hit his entrance.
“I had to find it out myself.” Floch nestled his face into the crook of Armin’s nape, his lips gently nipping at the delicate area. “And well, what can I say?” With a grunt Floch moved forward. Armin gritted his teeth. It was agonising what Flosh was doing to him.“You aren’t as vain as I thought. This is what Eren craves from you. He wants to wreck you like the cheap whore you are. That’s the real reason why he begged for you to be alive.”
Armin wildly shook his head. Eren didn’t see him that way and even if he did, he would never act on these emotions. Not unless Armin wanted him to. His ex best friend had selflessly prioritised Armin’s well-being over anything else, no matter what the price had been. Eren wasn’t capable of committing such a deed.
“It’s unbelievable how noone did this earlier to you.” Floch mercilessly drilled into Armin, wounding his asshole. The blood made it easier for Floch to pound Armin from behind. “Too bad I got you in my clutches first. He should have taken his chance, when you were showering together or sleeping next to each other. I-“
The door flew open and Eren stepped into the room as if he had been summoned. The devil himself.
Noticing his presence Floch’s manoeuvres abruptly came to a halt. Dread overcame him. He hadn’t expected the tearl-eyed guy to be finished with his business so soon. The auburn-haired guy squashed the urge to keep going with his movements, cursing his misfortune. The danger didn’t lessen Floch’s hunger for Armin. His dick was itching to get the gratification back. He shuddered from the deprivation.
Armin connected his eyes with Eren's, which seemed to have taken a darker shade of green. The scene infront of him made Eren press his lips into a thin line. He balled his fists.
Floch gulped at Eren’s murderous aura. What had he gotten himself into? Slowly Floch slid out of Armin as if he was a frightened animal that didn’t want to trigger the primal instincts of a predator. He winced at the loss of contact and partly, because he feared for his life.
Eren had inaugurated Floch in what Armin was to him. Nonetheless, he had dared to persuade him, fully aware that there would be consequences to face, if Eren found out about that. A person would only endanger themselves like that, if they were pining over someone, who truly meant something to them.
Perhaps Eren wasn’t the only person, who was completely preoccupied by Armin.
“Eren”, Armin called out weakly. He smiled at being rescued by Eren again. They may have been on different sides at that time, but their bond would remain unbreakable for an eternity. Some bridges just couldn’t be burned. Not even the hottest flames have been able to take Armin away from Eren. He would always be there to protect him. Armin was ashamed that he had doubted Eren and their relationship. He should have tried harder to make things work and shown more compassion. There must be a valid reason why Eren went down that path.
Right?
Maybe he wasn’t a lost cause. Once he got out of there and had some alone time with Eren, he would fix things.
Eren was drawn to Armin’s voice. He followed the sound of it like the seamen from Armin’s book stories did with sirens. Was the blonde guy enchanting him as well just to drown him into the depths of the unexplored ocean? His feet moved themselves to his other half as if a spell had been casted upon him. Eren did feel like as if he was going under. The meek guy had a habit of leaving him breathless.
Armin lost himself in Eren’s touch as he tenderly graced his cheek. His hand was slander, sturdy and warm. Eren made him feel safe and sound, although his rapist was still right besides him. It felt surreal that Eren had physically abused him on their last encounter.
“Did he make you cum?” Armin was startled. “Or did he cum inside of you?”
He studied Eren’s face. His loving expression and gesture were a violent contrast to his odd words. Anew wave of uncertainties started to infest his mind. They were warning him that his suspicions could be correct.
“How is that important right now?”
“Just answer the questions!” Armin wanted to back away from Eren, but his sudden harshness petrified him. Not that it was significant. Even if his limps would be willing to function, he wouldn’t be able to get away. Floch was behind him and Eren infront of him. He was stuck.
Armin was trapped in a dead end.
“No”, Floch blurted out, “None of that happened. I’m sorry, Eren. I have no excuses. Please forgive me. I-“
“Good.” Eren wet his lips. “Only I get to have Armin like this.” Armin’s heart fell into the pit of his stomach.
“What? Eren, he RAPED me. How can you not be concerned about that?” He couldn’t trust his own judgment anymore. Armin’s hopes regarding Eren and his positive notions about their friendship were merely delusional convictions.
Eren’s features contorted into a twisted grimace. “While I don’t appreciate it that a certain someone touched what’s mine, I’m happy to have you here. Floch just showed you a glimpse of your future.” He lazily unbuttoned his shirt.
Armin starred at Eren in disbelief. This wasn’t happening. He was having a nightmare. No way this could be real.
“I planned to have you to all myself. Until I saw how hot it is to watch you get fucked senseless by one of my minions.” Armin broke at his former best friend’s betrayal. He cried and thrashed as a grinning Floch dug his nails into his hips and continued with the torture.
“Thank you so much, Eren-oh fuck. I don’t deserve your generosity.”
“No, you don’t”, Eren agreed coldly, “Don’t think you are off the hook. I’m still mad at you. You will receive your punishment on another day.” Floch’s cock quivered. The way he was threatening him indicated that he would like what Eren had in store for him.
After disregarding his clothes, Eren joined them. He squeezed down on Armin’s nostrils with his fingers and naturally the fragile guy choked for air. Using that to his advantage, Eren assaulted Armin’s mouth with his throbbing cock. The sultry sensation made his eyes flutter. He moaned, letting his head fall back.
Armin screamed as Eren’s knob battered the back of his throat. At that the brunette let out a guttural sound. He would have sunken his teeth down on Eren’s cock, if he hadn’t been outnumbered. If the lives of his friends wouldn’t be put at risk by that.
“So much better than my wet dreams. Ah, Minnie, you-“ Eren let out animalistic noises. “-are such a good puppy.”
“Oh, yes, he is.”
Armin bawled at the praise. His both holes getting demolished was simply too much for him. The bed was quaking underneath them. Armin swore that he even heard it crack a few times.
His jaw was aching and his rear felt like as if it had been torn. Judging by how brutish Floch was being, Armin was pretty sure that it was shred to some extent.
Floch had quite the stamina. After what felt like half an hour, he was close. Armin could tell by the way his breathings became sharp and the pacing of his movements sedated. He didn’t show any signs of retreating himself from Armin.
The way Armin’s walls squeezed around Floch was way too addicting.
“I will cut your dick off, if you don’t pull out on time”, Eren threatened, barring his teeth. The greedy part in Floch wanted to carry on, but Eren’s menacing demeanour made him withdrawal from Armin.
He literally saved his genitals by doing so, because not shortly after this his load uncontrollably spurted out of him, landing all over Armin’s back. Armin shrank at that. Floch collapsed on top of Armin, crushing him with his heavy weight. His lungs were nearly suffocating.
Eren racing his high didn’t make things greater for him. “If you know what’s good for you, you will swallow everything.” With one last push Eren went as far as he could, releasing his essence into Armin’s throat.
Armin did as he was told. It wasn’t like he had another choice. Eren was already behaving like a monster. Armin didn’t feel like feeding the beast within him.
“That’s my boy.” Eren drew back and eyed Armin adoringly. Tears and snot were streaming down his face. He was sweating and blood leaked out of his butt. He looked so spent and Eren would ruin him furthermore. He wanted to break Armin beyond repair. To have him writhe and cry underneath him until he’d go numb. Eren wanted to take and take until there was nothing left. That way Armin couldn’t offer anything to someone else. He deserved it. Eren did so much for him and his best friend couldn’t bother to stay loyal to him. Eren would stain Armin and blemish him as his property. Since their childhood Eren had been Armin’s sword, shield and blanket. Armin owed him and with that justification Eren schemed to bind Armin to him.
“Get out. I want some privacy.” Reluctantly Floch left. The guys didn’t note that the door wasn’t completely closed. Neither could they see that Floch took place outside of the room, spying on them. His dick grew again as Eren flipped a whining Armin on his back.
The teal-eyed guy placed one palm besides Armin’s head, propping himself up. The brunette’s other hand fondled Armin’s cock. “You sick fuck. How can you get turned on in a time like this? I can’t even blame Floch for sticking his dick inside of you. You are such a cocktease.”
“That’s not how-“ Eren interrupted Armin with a slap. His head flew to the side and burned as if it was on fire.
Then Eren grabbed Armin by his jaw and forced him to meet his devious gaze. “Liar. You like it, don’t you? This is why you never ran away from your bullies. Because you are a fucking masochist.”
“N-no, I-“ Eren spat on Armin and smeared the gob all over his face.
“All this time I treated you with tenderness, but that was never enough for you”, Eren accused. His voice was dripping with venom.
Armin tried again to defend himself: “That’s not true, Eren. You’ve always been my number one.”
Eren bursted into a hysterical fit of laughter. “Then why did you leave me for Annie?”, Eren shot back. Armin picked up the strain in his voice. He almost felt sorry over how heartbroken Eren sounded.
“I didn’t-“
This time Eren flung his hand on the left side of Armin’s face. Much harsher than before. “Yes, you did. Must be because you are into bad guys. You want a villain, Minnie? Fine. I will be your worst nightmare.”
“Stop, please just stop. I swear I don’t like being manhandled.” Armin could sense that he was practically digging his own grave with his defiance. Still he couldn’t compose himself. Maybe it was because he had been victim-blamed his whole life. He didn’t want to just take it. Not anymore. Especially not from him.
“Then fight me. Prove me wrong.” Eren lifted Armin’s back up and undid his cuffs. His wrists were bloody from all that desperate tugging Armin did beforehand.
“I can’t”, Armin said. The exhaustion was taking over him. He was panting heavily. “I’m done.”
Eren laughed. “A pathetic bitch is what you are. You’ve always wanted to be the hero, but you can never be that. You are the damsel in distress of the story. Seriously Minnie, where would you be without me?”
The blonde guy wrangled to form any coherent sentences. He was at his limit.
Eren smacked Armin one more time. If Armin was a masochist, then Eren definitely was a sadist. One would say that they were the perfect match. Eren was bringing the saying “opposites attract” a whole new meaning. “I asked you a question, Minnie.” His words were laced with an arrogance that rivalled the devil’s.
“Nowhere”, Armin murmured. He hiccuped. “I need you, Eren. I’m nothing without you. You own me.”
Eren smirked cruelly and lowered himself to sloppily kiss the subdued guy. He invaded his mouth and danced with Armin’s tongue.
Of course Armin didn’t completely agree with the sentences he had just spouted, but after everything he went through, he could confidently claim that it was wiser to subject himself to Eren momentarily. In order to avoid any more injuries he had to do that.
When Eren would let his guard down, he would get the fuck out of there. With everyone. Armin would recharge his energy and blast Eren to hell with everything he got.
Literally.
Floch fisted his cock and toyed with it eagerly. Armin getting degraded like that by Eren himself, was the highlight of his year. He gave his best to suffocate his moans, although there was no necessity for that. Armin’s mewls echoed through the whole corridor and they only grew louder as the stimulation he was receiving became too much.
After a few minutes Armin came undone, his thighs were shaking, while his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Like a pervert Eren savoured Armin’s seed, drinking everything up as if he has been thirsting for it since he was born. Armin turned his head away as he saw how Eren cleaned him off with a slurp. How repulsive.
“Fuck, yeah, Minnie. You are mine, mine, mine.” He trailed kisses down Armin’s body. Occasionally Eren bit down, sucked on the spot and ran his tongue over his masterpiece. To Armin his touches were equivalent to burn marks, tainting his soul with scars he wouldn’t be able to get rid off. “Every inch of you belongs to me. Too bad you aren’t a girl. I would have loved to trap you with me by forcing some kids inside your belly.”
Armin recoiled at his confession and sniffled. “Please”, he pleaded, “Get over with it already.”
Eren chuckled. He grabbed Armin by his hips and yanked him towards him. Eren’s cock was pulsating. Armin didn’t dare to catch a glimpse of how big Eren was. Not that it made a difference, because Armin would experience firsthand how large Eren was.
Eren couldn’t take it any longer. He wanted to become one with Armin. “You better come in terms with this, because this definitely isn’t a one-nightstand.” He passionately captured Armin’s lips.
Armin wailed as Eren slammed into him, stretching him even more out. Instinctively the blonde guy tried to shove the brunette off him, but Eren effortlessly pinned Armin’s hands above his head. He didn’t wait for Armin to adjust himself to him. Eren’s hormones took over and he became a slave to his lust. He thrusted into Armin like a bitch in the heat.
Floch was more than pleased as they finally reached the best part. Their sweaty bodies were pressed up against each other, while Armin interlocked his legs around Eren. This position was more comfortable.
Eren aggressively snapping his hips against Armin was the most savage thing he has ever seen. Not even Floch had been this brutal. Not that he was complaining. Both sped up, longing to reach their release.
Armin arched his back. “Eren, i-it’s too much! I can’t-“
“Quit the bitching”, Eren said scornfully, a malicious glint spread in his eyes, “You are the most pitiful commander Paradis Island ever had. Look how easy it is to ravish you.” Armin was a snivelling mess. Neither his mind nor his body would recover from this.
Eren let out a voluptuous growl. His breath was fanning over Armin’s face. Their hair was damp, sticking disgustingly on their foreheads. “Be grateful that it’s me. The way horseface and Reiner talked about you sometimes drove me crazy. I stayed awake countless nights, because I was afraid they would sneak into your bed and violate you the way I always wanted to.”
Eren put some distance between them. “Open up.” Armin followed his demand, sticking his tongue out and as the blonde guy had predicted, Eren spat into his mouth. His face turned red from the embarrassment. The brunette had no idea how much Floch envied him. He closed his eyes and tightened his hold on his cock, pretending that Armin was the cause of his pleasure.
Unlike Floch Eren didn’t last long. He hustled his cock roughly inside of Armin until he was finished. His eyes were on Armin as he sheathed himself as deep as he could inside of him and then fell on top of Armin. Eren panted after the euphoria flooded his body, calming down gradually. He waited a few moments before he pulled out, making sure that he milked Armin full. At the same time Floch was coated with his own fluids, breathing as heavily as Eren, who nuzzled his nose against the base of Armin’s nape.
Armin was grateful that it was over, but his peace didn’t while. Unexpectedly Eren made him feel uneasy again as he started to attack Armin’s neck with his lips, tongue and teeth as if he hadn’t stolen enough from him.
More. Eren couldn’t help it. He needed more. “I don’t know about you, Minnie, but I’m ready for a round two.”
Armin’s sobs were like music to Floch’s ear.