Limone:

First and foremost; to everyone who actually gave a review. My love goes to all of you guys, you made me guilty enough that I actually went ahead and wrote the ending to this story. I was actually waiting for Rivaille to make his grand entrance, but you guys come first. Such lovely readers.

To those who read and followed, I most likely did not move your hearts enough to make you leave a review. Though you should know by now, most writers live off fumes and reviews. No reviews means no fumes. Live and learn people.

Till next fic~

...xXx...

The first time Rivaille laid eyes on Eren was after the battle of Trost. The cadet had been half-unconscious, lying amidst the evaporating mess of titan flesh, his own flesh. The scene had puzzled him, confused him even. But the sight of those burning green gaze was forever ingrained in his memory.

They rode their horses like madmen when they received the news, knowing without doubt that the military police will be insufficient despite their greater number. They'll serve well as titan bait perhaps, but none had the guts to face the greatest enemy of mankind. Well, that's probably the main reason they are in the MP. And good riddance, Rivaille thought.

The sight was enough to curdle his blood. Titans of all sizes crowding around the spot where the gate once was. The MPs on top of the gate were firing the cannons non-stop, the net holding the titans at bay long torn by the sheer pressure of their pushing and pulling bodies. But each and every titan killed was soon replaced by another. That is, until the sound of stone slamming against stone was heard. Rivaille shot his grapples, flying over the wall in one leap. There were two titans right in front of him, all headed for the collapsed bundle on the ground. There was too much steam for him to make sure, but he didn't hesitate. Blades at the ready, body tensed and poised for a spin; Rivaille sliced both titan's necks, their death certified the moment he'd laid eyes on them. He landed a second later, fists still gripping his swords as he glanced back at the soldiers he'd saved. Eyes immediately latching on the the most dangerous green he'd ever seen.

"Hey, kiddos. Mind telling me what's going on here?"

It's been nearly a month since then, and everything was laid clear to him that day. The Colossal Titan, the fall of Trost, and at the very same day, it's retaking. And of course, Eren Jaeger. Their first meeting in the dungeons had been a turning point in both their lives. For Eren, it was the chance he'd been looking for, to kill all titans and set humanity free. For Rivaille, it was the day his blood started to flow after falling still for a long time. It was all because of those eyes, green emeralds that saw nothing but the end of all titan-kind.

He found himself meeting that same green gaze once again, across a table amidst the hustle-bustle of dinner and conversation. It was fleeting but the contact was enough, a small smirk graced his lips as he continued eating.

"So... busy tonight?" Zoe asked, her own smirk in full sight of everyone who cared to look. The dangerous glint in her eyes was there as well, and the weight of her hand on Rivaille's shoulder seemed too heavy for her build. The Corporal merely dipped his bread into his stew and ate it in thought, Hanji squeezed into the bench besides Erd who nearly spoiled his food at the intrusion.

"Oh come on, you know there's no use hiding anything from me," she continued in hushed whispers. Not hushed enough so it seems as everyone's attention was on the two of them now. Even Eren was looking his way with curiosity. But at Rivaille's raised brow, they all turned away and continued with dinner. The Cpl. continued to ignore the deviant until she walked away with an unsightly pout on her face. Rivaille can still hear her displeased mutterings as he drained his water glass. Through the distorted glass he caught a flash of green and decided that dinner was over, for him at least. With enough grace to rival a cat, he got to his feet and threw an offhand goodnight at his team. A prickling sensation and the sound of a chair scraping against the floor was enough answer for him.

He turned a corner and headed for the unlit hallways of the castle. Despite being occupied by their forces, the castle was still a bit too big to put all of it's rooms to use. So the unused parts were always left unlit, gas and wax were both too expensive to waste on trivial things such as fear of the dark. And the moon was enough, its waxy glow much like a dulled lamp in the dark. Footsteps echoed against stone, hurried and just a tiny bit panicked. Hidden in the shadow, Rivaille remained unnoticed even as Eren's appeared round the corner. His head of unkempt dark brown turned every which way, large green eyes peering into the dark for his squad leader.

"Calm down, Eren." he finally said, amused when his soldier froze and turned to him slowly. "Come here." He didn't move away from the wall he'd been leaning against, waiting instead for Eren to come to him. And Eren did, walking with shuffling steps, head bowed and hands gripped in fists. His own hand shot out and grabbed the younger male's wrist, stopping him just besides the window. Rivaille took the moment to run an appreciating eye over his catch, noting the tiny bit of color on the younger's cheeks.

"I-" Eren began, but the tightening grip on his wrist silenced him. Rivaille was still in shadows, but the recent cadet can see his slighter form moving, can make out his shape against the dark, feel the roughness of Rivaille's palms against his skin. The other hand shot out and wrapped around his neck, pulling him down for the rest of the 3 inches separating them, just the right height for a kiss. Once again, the touch of dry rough lips were against his own, dominating in a way that was almost possessive. But before Eren can reply in kind, the touch was over and Rivaille was pulling him towards the dark.

They walked in silence, the Cpl. leading his soldier. Down cold stone steps until finally, they reached the basement where Eren lived on his own, guarded and hounded by his ever-changing jailor. One of them was standing by his door now, the young prisoner recognized him. He was one of the rare few who treated him as normally as possible.

"Wait here."

Rivaille's commanding voice stilled Eren's steps and he watched as his squad leader talked to the guard. No more than 3 minutes later, the man walked away in the opposite direction, not even glancing back as he made off into the dark.

His room suddenly felt alien, as though the once familiar though oppressive jail turned a 180 with Rivaille's presence. Eren stood besides his door as the older male ran his eyes over everything, his fingers trailing across the small table.

"This will do," the words left Rivaille's lips almost hesitatingly as he returned to Eren's side. Hands coiled around the taller male, fingers locking behind his neck, running through Eren's nape teasingly. Though slightly smaller than Eren, the Cpl. still had more than enough strength to push the younger one against the door, the metal parts of Eren's harness clicking against wood. Pressed together as they were, Rivaille had no problems feeling Eren against him. Despite their clothes and their slight gap in height, the elitist could hear and feel the stampede in Eren's chest. And the slight heat radiating between them.

"You're too tense," Rivaille muttered and casually raised one of his legs, running cloth-covered limb against the younger's crotch. "You need to relax," and smirked at the color staining the other's face.

"And you're too relaxed." was the murmured answer as Eren thumped the back of his head against the door. His own hands had long gripped Rivaille's waist, pulling at the unforgiving cotton enough to rip it out of the other's pants despite the harness in place. "Are we really doing this? I mean, what the hell's going on?" he asked in panic.

A raised brow, elegant and slightly condescending. "I know you're an idiot, but not to this extent." Lithe fingers wandered and rested on metal clasps, undoing Eren's harness with little to no effort. "Or... do you really have no idea what sex is?"

"Sex?!" Rivaille hurriedly shushed the other's outburst with a well-timed kiss. There was no-one outside and the walls were much too thick for anyone to listen through but there were higher powers constantly at work within the castle. Well, just Zoe really. But the Cpl did not wish to see her knowing grin nor listen to her insinuating words in the morning.

"What do you want to call it then? Vertical tango? Doin' the deed? Bumping uglies? Or would you rather... make love to me?" There was no hiding the grin that was now plastered all over Rivaille's face, it was eerie in the way it nearly resembled Hanji's usual smile. And if there was a color deeper than the one on Eren's face, he'd have blushed it. But any more was impossible and so he settled for turning his face away, with a pout on his lips.

"Is that bad?" was the unexpected question, one that made Rivaille blink at Eren in confusion. The younger male looked put out, as though the older man had made fun of something important to him. And perhaps Rivaille did, a thought that replaced his grin with something softer.

He removed his hands from Eren's neck and instead held on to the other's wrist. They moved away from the door as one and slowly felt their way to the bed in between kisses and insults, the latter mostly from the Cpl.

The back of his knees met the edge of the bed first and he allowed himself to fall on the starched sheet, his harness long abandoned somewhere between the door and the bed. And as he edged back, he pulled Eren along with him, urging the brunette on top of him in a crouch. He stopped only when he was sitting against the wall, his head a mere inch from Eren's flushed face.

"It's not bad, no." the older answered as he tugged at Eren's shirt. "It's fuckin' sappy," but his tone held no insult even as he finally threw Eren's shirt to some far-flung corner of the room. Battle-roughened fingers skimmed the silky skin, thumbs rubbing along the the the raised bones. Melding against the other's heated flesh which only trembled and shuddered under Rivaille's touch.

"C-" Eren's voice faltered serving only to incite his squad leader's sadistic side. "Can I touch you too?" he finally squeezed out despite the older male's hands wrecking havoc with its actions. Silence for once, and Eren took advantage of it, peering closely at Rivaille's unreadable face.

"You've been touching all over since earlier, and I-" fingers gripped the sheets tightly, near enough to touch but not exactly connecting. "I don't know what I should do. But I want to touch you too!"

"I don't need to give you permission for every little thing, do I?" was Rivaille's amused answer as he unbuttoned his shirt, laying bare skin that seemed too pale for a soldier. Red marks littered his body; shoulders, waist, chest. All from the harness and the battles he'd been in. No matter how comfortable a harness can be, the pull of gravity and momentum would still slice any human's skin. Not like Eren, who was too flawless to be natural.

But his soldier's palms still felt rough against him. Warm and alien; a limb not his own. Fingers trailed over his stomach in hesitation as the owner followed their butterfly like movements. Eren was tanned, and his skin stood out against the Rivaille's pale expanse. The older gave the younger enough time to satisfy his curiosity, settling against the wall as he wrapped his arms around the other's neck. He won't admit it but the situation was getting to him, more intensely than it should. He breathed lowly, releasing warm puffs of air into the gap between their bodies. And though he left Eren uninterrupted, Rivaille's attention was riveted.

When the rough pads brushed against his nubs none too gently, it took a lot more effort to keep his voice in his mouth. As it is, his breath hitched in his throat and he dug his nails into the other's neck in irritation. The low keen was unexpected and he quickly noted that all of Eren's ministrations had stopped.

"Are you sensitive-" his nails dug deeper, right into the place more commonly known as a titan's only weak spot. "-here?" Eren's shuddering gasp was answer enough and Rivaille merely paid more attention to the brunette's neck. He leaned forward, thankful that they were more or less on level ground. Curse his genes for leaving him in the short side of his generation. But at least he was faster, quicker, a snake more deadly than a bull could ever be.

The feeling of teeth, warm moist breathes on his skin, lips finding purchase around his nape. Rivaille was biting into him, right into the spot where a titan's death is found. His mouth made the perfect oval, and his teeth were his blades. And he was the Angel of Death, set free to bring Eren's death on metal wings.

"Guh," the brunette gasped and clung tighter to his executor's body. It was unexplainable but the sensation of his squad leader's torture brought more pleasure than pain. He had to move, spread his legs to cool the growing discomfort below his navel. And Rivaille merely continued his attack, nibbling then chomping down on bony flesh. Eren's breathless gasps filled his ear but he paid it no heed, finally drawing blood with one of his more ruthless bites.

"Such a pervert," he admonished and licked the blood from the tiny wounds he made. "Do you like pain? You react more to my bites compared to my kisses."

He got Eren's bite in return, enough to hurt but not enough to bleed.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Do you need a reason?" The Cpl. took the chance to rearrange himself, even as his hands delved down Eren's back to the hem of his pants. "If I have to answer, then it's because you won't stop looking at me. There's only so much I can tolerate, and those damn eyes of yours only made things more difficult. So it's all your fault, and you need to take responsibility for it."

"That's unfair..."

"When is life ever?" Rivaille answered with a smirk and with a deft flick of his hand, popped the button to Eren's pants. "Less talk, more fucking."

"Wait, wait, wait!" the younger blubbered in a panic, hands clenched to his now surprisingly unzipped front. A scowl marred Rivaille's brow but his hands did not rest. Fingers were already slipping under Eren's loosened pants, digging into flesh with every trespassing inch.

"What? Are you backing out on me now?" It was more growled out than spoken and Eren actually had the gall to stare at Rivaille dumbfounded. The older male clicked his tounge in annoyance and sat up straighter, nearly toppling the other off his lap in his roughness. He grabbed Eren by his nape, forcing his head up in an uncomfortable angle. Teeth soon joined the fray, nipping and nibbling at the younger's tanned neck, tongue dipping into Eren's salt cellars.

"I will not permit it," And with that last order, Rivaille tore the rest of his soldier's pants off his legs. For someone who was rather bent on stalling, Eren released his last barrier with enough eagerness for it to be suspicious. The Cpl. merely tacked it on the other's eccentric ways and the fact that Eren was too far gone to argue properly.

He fell back on the bed with an 'oof!'. The mattress was better than the cot he had in the academy, but it wasn't made from feather downs either. Cold air alerted him to his naked status, bare legs spread round Rivaille's hips, bum scratching along his superior's still clothed legs. He was putting on quiet a show, and judging from Rivaille's smirk, he was seated front row, dead center.

And even as Eren scrambled for to his side and for cover, the élite titan-killer was already looming over him. He was locked down from both sides by immovable arms, bars of steel and the weight of another man settling against his lower back. Cold sweat ran down his spine at the unmistakable hardness poking his back as Rivaille leaned down, his chest merging to Eren's as his mouth latched on the younger's nape once again.

"Am I- I mean... are you- ngghh!" a sharp nip had him shuddering even as Rivaille's hips started rubbing against his lower cheeks. "Dammit, wait just a goddamn minute!"

"If you're asking whether I'll be fucking you into your bed. Then, yes, I am."

And like the ever-impatient man that he is, Rivaille pushed things forward on his own. Fingers stifled whatever argument Eren had on his tongue; two of them, pushing and mixing the brunette's saliva thoroughly. His words were demoted to gasps and muffled moans as Rivaille played his tongue, pinching, pulling, rubbing. He'd had his own fingers in his mouth hundreds of times, but someone else's was different. There was no ignoring the sensation of Rivaille's rough pads on his teeth and tongue, nor can he ignore it when his jaw was pinched open by the Cpl.'s other hand. Fingers were removed and a tongue took their place instead. The sensation of rough and dry digits were instead replaced by something hot and slimy, and Eren had no idea if he was disgusted or turned on. All he could do was react, respond to every teasing torture Rivaille wanted for him. And through the haze of kisses and molestation, he vaguely felt the intrusion against the most unexpected place of all.

"Wh-wha-" he managed to blather out as Rivaille's fingers circled and pushed against his bumhole. His eyes were wide as he tried to glance back at the action, despite Rivaille's punishing grip on his jaw.

"Sex, Eren. When a man fucks a woman, it's his penis in her vagina. If it's with another man... let's just say you'll probably have a hard time sitting on your ass afterwards."

The feeling of being penetrated, by a finger no less; was enough to shock Eren silent. He could feel Rivaille entering him inch by inch, taking it slow despite the easy slide. He pushed and pulled every moment or so until he was finally knuckle deep inside the younger male. Eren was a bit tight, something that needs to be remedied within the next five minutes in Rivaille's opinion.

A few more thrusts in later and when he felt Eren loosening his grip around him, he pushed the second finger in. He was much rougher this time, continuing despite the whines and groans pouring from the other's mouth. Eren was shivering, but Rivaille did not stop. Just that one place in the other can make everything feel right. And he found it, pretty easily too. He could hardly hold Eren down when the youth buckled against him at the touch, but his pained groans were slowly being replaced by moans instead. The Cpl. was a shrewd man, and he will use anything that will turn the tides in his favor.

He was nothing but mush, a writhing mound of pleasured veins and flesh. He could hardly remember how to breathe, Rivaille's fingers coupled with his mouth was too much to handle for the inexperienced youth. His limbs were like lead and the heat was coiling in his stomach. Barely a minute in and he was cumming, the sticky fluid blooming a tell-tale heat across his sheets and his stomach. And sadist that he is, Rivaille continued to torture him. As Eren came, his superior's hand gripped him and started to rub and pull, milking him dry of pleasure.

"You really are a pervert. Cumming from having your ass fingered..." The brunette sobbed despite himself, burying his head into the sheets in shame. He could still feel Rivaille's fingers in him, spreading and scissoring until they finally left his ass alone.

"But that's what I like about you."

He whispered the words into the other's ear, earning himself a shocked glance which he returned with a smirk; just before he pushed himself inside Eren's still-synthesized hole. A gaping mouth, green eyes wide with surprise and most likely pain, face of pure flaming shame; and a body made for sex and battle.

It was like someone suddenly shoved a branding iron in him, painful and hot... and burning. His scream caught mid-throat and he found himself gripping the sheets as white-hot flames burned him from the inside. He swore to kill the fucker who discovered and said that butt sex felt good. There was nothing good about shoving another man's cock inside your own ass, anyone who says so is a liar and needs to have his head checked.

Damn Rivaille for letting him do this. Damn Hanji for telling him it'll feel good. Damn him for 'wanting' to do this with Rivaille. He likes the Cpl enough to bridge the lines of conventionality, but that like is not enough to make Eren go through such torture a second time, nor a first if he had known beforehand.

He said as much, "Get it out! Shit! It frickin' hurts!" But all it did was make Rivaille laugh and thrust into him harder, sheathing his damn iron brand inside Eren with one painful action. And as if that wasn't enough, Rivaille pulled him up, until Eren was actually seated on the older man's lap, his back to the other's chest.

He won't admit it but he was sure close to crying, every time Rivaille moved was like getting a new ass ripped out. He won't be surprised if that really was the case and he wondered if turning titan right then and now will be enough revenge for the pain the Cpl placed him in. Shit, the beating he took in the courtroom was nothing compared to this.

"Painful?" was the eerily concerned question and Eren did nothing but stare at Rivaille in disbelief. Was the fucker seriously asking him that? A thousand and one retorts perched on his tongue, most of them destined to insult Rivaille's mother; but none escaped. The older male's next action took him in too much surprise to allow even a squeak out.

For starters, he kissed Eren lightly. On the lips though he had to turn their head a small ways to the side to do it properly. Second, he had the young soldier's cock in one his hands, gripping the wilted member lightly as he started stroking in earnest. And third, his other hand was rubbing small circles into Eren's hip, gently easing the pain, which was suspiciously growing numb by the second. And lastly, Rivaille apologized. Elite Lance Corporal Rivaille fuckin' apologized! How was that for a bomber?

"Eren?" The shell-shocked soldier was probably bugging Rivaille out because he actually sounded a bit worried. You won't see it on his face, but his voice was a tad bit higher at the end.

"I'm gonna hate you for this, forever." was the mumbled reply. Rivaille was laughing right into his ear and the low breathy chuckle was doing a lot of damage.

"On your knees now," and despite himself he followed it, cringing when Rivaille followed him. They were still connected, for God's sake! "I'll make it good now."

"I doubt you can." he easily bantered and whined when the Cpl made a small thrust to punish him. The pain was receding somewhat, though it was still a far cry from pleasure. At least he didn't feel like he'd been lanced like a pig anymore.

So there he was on his hands and knees with Rivaille at his ass, literally. The older male was gripping his hips, 'adjusting' their position when Eren suddenly find himself on his back. It took no longer than a split second, and only the slight burning notified him of the change, but his view of crumpled sheets were turned into a view of stone ceilings and walls; and Rivaille's dastardly smirk. Grabby fingers were at his waist, pulling him closer and Rivaille deeper into him.

"Ugh, shiiitt..."

"Oh, shush. Listening to you, one'd think you're a virginal maiden. Give me a moment and I'll take you to high heaven." The bastard was actually creeping close, nearly folding Eren in two. Which was most likely his original intention because he suddenly ordered the youth to actually spread his legs apart. Not given much of a choice and with the threat of dismemberment if he disobeyed; Eren scrambled to obey. It was rough going, and extremely uncomfortable. Rivaille was looking at him with that smug look on his face as he all but rutted inside Eren. Short shallow strokes that had the brunette clenching against the intrusion.

But Rivaille's tempo changed and he was soon easing out halfway before slamming back in. He constantly changed his angle, hitting Eren's walls with enough force to render the soldier speechless. And he found what he was looking for, Eren's ringing shout was sign enough. The Cpl's strokes picked up in pace and soon he was holding on to Eren's raised ankles, using them as hand holds as he filled and emptied the sensual body beneath him.

"Yah-...haaaah. Nn! St- sto- Yagh! Agh, ah, ahh. Riv- ahcht!"

"Fuck... Don't be so tight."

"Y-you try- hn! -getti- ass mmn... fuck!"

Words were rendered insensible, moans and groans taking their place.

There was no telling which one came first, Eren had long abandoned holding his legs up and had instead switched to spreading his ass out to let Rivaille fuck him deeper. Not that it mattered for Rivaille had hooked his soldier's legs on his shoulders, folded him in two and plundered his lips in echo to how he plundered Eren's ass. The sound of the wooden bed creaking and the brisk slapping of their flesh against each other created a lewd chorus, enough to spur both on in their frantic search for release. For Eren, it reminded him of the times he turned into a titan. Fevers, chills, pain and pleasure all mixed into one. Rivaille had impressive aim, as always. He never missed, his hard cock striking that place deep in Eren with absolute precision. Who knew men had such a wonderful function in them.

Rivaille however, would call the experience an eye opener. He'd had women before, never men; and he rather regret the belated decision. Eren had been so deliciously tight, and at his climax, he'd been heaven. The youth had a touch of his own and Rivaille doubt he'd find anyone as sumptuous as Eren. Such burning hot walls, slick with Rivaille's come, twitched in response to each of Rivaille's actions. Even as he lay spent inside the boy, his penis still buried deep within the other; he could feel himself stirring for a second round. The only thing standing in his way was the fact that Eren wasn't moving much.

"Oi, still alive?" he asked in a husky whisper as he bit the other's jaw. Biting was supposed to be the other's job, he'd proved himself a pro at it that day in the well. But the act had its attractions, especially since he could feel Eren tremble at the touch of his teeth. Weary green eyes blinked up at him and squinched when the owner realized he still had the other inside him.

"Geroff..." was the muffled order as Eren tried to sit up. Rivaille pulled out hesitatingly, and watched in quiet amusement as his soldier shivered at the emptiness. They were covered in sweat and whatnot, their stomaches crusted by Eren's release. The Cpl.'s first instinct was to grab a wet cloth and clean himself up, but the sight of Eren; or more like the sight of his own semen trickling out of Eren's hole made him forget everything else. More so when Eren ran a hand through the mess on his stomach, further spreading the milky fluid across his tanned skin. Rivaille swallowed, hard.

"Well? Opinions?" he asked, amused when Eren merely stared at him unseeing,

"Painful." was the boy's mumbled answer.

"Anything else?"

"...good."

"It's good to be honest," was the Cpl's answering smirk and he got to his feet, tracking his way in semi-darkness to the prisoner's bathroom. He drew water from the pipes, a convenience he knew was later added as consideration. And took a towel from a small pile, wetting it in a small bowl before making his way back to the bed.

Eren was laid up on his side, eyes closed though he soon opened them to the touch of the cold towel against his stomach. He didn't argue against the bath and instead turned his body to offer more of himself to Rivaille's cleansing hand. In the cool gloom of the basement prison, one would most likely freeze especially with the thin blankets provided to them. Eren had no access to a fireplace unlike the rest of the forces, and his items were meager at best. But the Cpl had never heard a word of complaint from the boy.

He cleaned him the best he could, though he'd rather drag the boy into the bath and clean him thoroughly, in and out. Still, he did what he could and after cleaning himself off, an easier task considering he had nothing up his ass; Rivaille climbed into Eren's bed. The sheets were thin but Eren's body heat kept them warm. When you're as hot as he is, things like cold and ice must seem like a trifle.

As he drifted to sleep, he belatedly wondered if there was something he'd forgotten. But the call of dreams and warmth was too much to deny and he soon placed his worries at the back of his mind. Whatever it was can surely wait until tomorrow. He had a warm slumbering Eren in his arms and nothing else, even titans, can persuade him to wake up.

That is of course, until Zoe Hanji entered the room with screams of excitement, gasps of disbelief and accusations of treachery. How can Rivaille NOT let her in on the action!? The guard's wide-eyed stare was nothing in comparison to the banshee's racket. Both fell silent when Rivaille clamped a kiss on the newly awakened Eren. Though instead of silence, there was more screaming and accusations of treachery.

How did he even think of hiding it? Hanji had a nose like a dog when it comes to other people's affairs.

End?