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Most Saturday nights started and ended the same way. Mikasa would usually overbear Eren so much that he'd hit his limit, storm off and get his dick sucked. To relieve the stress of family disagreements, of course. But then, Mikasa would most likely get pissed about that, too, if someone decided to snitch (Jean).
But tonight was different. Eren could feel the energy of the club radiating through his bones slightly different than any other night. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Mikasa pressed in between Sasha and Jean, swaying slightly to the rather obnoxious music. Eren scoffed in disgust at the blatant display of bestiality among his sister and horse-faced friend and decided to take his personal party elsewhere. Maybe he'd had a little too much to drink, however. Because as soon as he started traveling towards the inner part of the dancefloor, his converse seemed to trip over themselves, almost landing him ass first on the ground. Luckily, he recovered quick enough to see the asshole that had tripped him.
"What the fuck, dude?" Eren narrowed his eyes and glanced towards the older male who seemed to have the audacity to smirk at him-
Oh.
Said asshole may or may not have been absurdly and stupidly hot, and sure, maybe Eren's face had gone a little red. But under the lighting of the club, he felt he was safe.
"You're blushing, sweetheart."
Not as safe as he thought.
Even under the harsh lighting, Eren could see the individual details of the man's face. His features were sharp and strong, eyes narrow and brows seeming to be permanently furrowed. Eren also noticed that he had a good few inches of height on him and giggled softly at his revelation.
"Fuck are you laughing at, brat?" His brow furrowed further as he now glared at the younger male.
Eren pouted defiantly at the sudden change of tone. "What happened to sweetheart?"
The man scoffed, black hair just reaching his eye and swaying slightly with the movement.
"Has anyone ever told you that you have no manners?"
"A few people," Which technically wasn't a lie but was probably an understatement.
The brunette wasn't sure if he regretted his answer or not when he saw a curious glint flash across the man's eye before he opened his mouth to speak.
"Wanna get out of here?"
Underneath the streetlamps, Eren could make out more of his features. Including the three horizontal scars that framed the side of his face that he wasn't sure how he didn't notice earlier. The man was short, but his shoulders were broad, and his grip on Eren's arm was almost painfully tight. He was pulled through the back alley of the club and past some shrubbery. He briefly wondered where the fuck he was until he recognized the familiar slabs of stone that he was effectively being groped on top of.
He slapped the man's hand away from his rear before glaring at him sharply.
"We are not fucking where my father is buried."
"Daddy issues, huh?" The man smirked, his hand altering its place to rest on Eren's neck.
"wha- that's not the fucking point!" He whispered exasperatedly. "It's disrespectful to everyone here, you sick fuck."
"Who? The dead people?" The hand moved higher to cup Eren's jaw. "Think of it as a complementary side of the same whole baby."
Eren melted slightly, and the hand rose higher to rest a finger near his mouth.
"It's almost poetic if you think about it." He pulled on Eren's lip slightly before cupping his jaw again. "Bringing an act of life to death."
Eren thought about this for a second, almost falling for his weird justification of fucking on top of corpses. "You are terribly mistaken if you think I can bear children."
The man chuckled lightly, a smile forming on his face. Eren thought it suited him. He felt the hand that had previously been cupping his jaw slide down to brace itself at his neck. The sensation was tender and welcome, and the tingles it sent up his spine were pleasant. He startled slightly at another hand reaching around to his back to play with the waistband of his jeans but relaxed soon after when a hushed 'shhh' came from the other man's mouth. He let his eyes droop closed and offered a final attempt at playing moral high ground.
"What if the undertaker or whatever catches us?"
"Nobody will catch us if you stop whining and under take your clothes off."
Eren's eyes shot open for the sole purpose of reprimanding him. "That was terrible."
"Not as terrible as this"
Any word that had been about to leave Eren's mouth had been struck out by the sheer force that he was flipped onto his stomach. He was released from his standing position to bend at a slight ninety-degree angle. Cold stone pressed flush against his midsection, gripping at his thin shirt. He was winded by the action, and all the air had left his lungs as he came to his senses enough to realize that the position was rather painful.
Eren had always thought he'd hit his lowest giving blowjobs in the All Night Denny's bathroom at 3am, or maybe even when he'd bent over for dedicated simp of the year Floch Forster for a movie ticket. But this? Being angled over 6 feet above some poor unsuspecting corpse had to be his lowest.
He felt the waistband of his jeans tug down roughly to expose himself. He flushed hotly and brought his arms up to hide his face. This lasted all of two seconds before his wrists were grabbed to be pulled behind his back and held tightly. He immediately regretted the embarrassing sound that left his mouth at the manhandling.
"You look like a frat boy but moan like a little bitch."
Eren would have responded to the insult but decided to keep it to himself upon realizing the position that he was in. So instead, he tested the hold on his wrists; he tugged slightly before relenting after the burn in his arms became too much.
The man behind him chuckled as he removed one of his hands to tug at his own jeans.
Eren let out a huff of air. "Has anyone ever told you that you're far stronger than you look?"
"A few people"
He supposed he deserved that callback. He couldn't help the trembling in his legs and sweat beading on his forehead, and he hoped to hell that the other man didn't notice it. Anticipation churned in his gut, and the familiar heat that accompanied it made its presence known. He felt it burn brighter at the telltale press of fingers against his entrance that made him stiffen up against the stone.
"You're gonna have to relax, darl."
Eren let out the breath he was holding and shifted to get as comfortable as one could while resting across a slab of stone. "It's incredibly hard to relax while spreading your legs in the middle of a graveyard." he hissed out. However, he breathed deeply anyway as he heard the stranger sigh behind him. Then, he felt a slick finger press into him slowly, and he was thankful for the pace. The sensation wasn't as unpleasant as when he'd first started exploring his sexuality, but the beginning discomfort never really faded. The burn subsided and rose with each finger added. He wondered if the man behind him would ever make a move other than scissoring him almost timidly.
He was proved incredibly wrong by this with a harsh press directly into that spot. He let out an embarrassing gasp as he hung his head low and rode out the sensation.
He felt the man shift behind him, and he could almost feel the smirk on his lips. "There you go, princess."
Eren flushed red and turned his face towards the ground once more; he clenched his eyes shut as the man fingered him with more purpose than before. He choked out a moan at the renewed pace and struggled against the hold. His frustration bubbled up at not being able to touch and feel the body behind him or claw at something for purchase, which only added to the fire pooling low in his abdomen.
He almost whined at the loss and emptiness he felt as the fingers withdrew, however, his complaints were immediately shut out when he felt something that definitely was not the size of three fingers at his entrance.
The unnamed man lined himself up and began to press further into Eren; his hand rose to gently hold at the back of Erens neck and lean over to murmur in his ear.
"Try to keep quiet." His lips brushed over the boy's flushed skin, whose breath hitched in his throat at the words and familiar stretch. "Wouldn't want to wake the dead."
Eren could have punched him for those words if he could form a coherent thought, but at the slow pace of the man's hips, he couldn't begin a single one. Nor did he have whole movement of his limbs. Each thrust was met with trembling legs and breathy moans. He'd tried to do as he was told and bit his lip to muffle some of them - but his brain was haywiring, only sending babbled strings of sentences to his mouth. He could only vaguely hear the movement and heavy breaths behind him due to the increasing white noise with every drag against his walls.
He could feel the pressure building and pushing low in his gut, mind dizzy will the overstimulation and thrill.
"I'm- god." He choked out.
"I know, sweetheart." The words came out soft from the man above him, but the movement of his hips did not cease or relent. The blinding heat wouldn't allow him to hold on any longer, and he could feel himself slipping further into the feeling.
He let out a strangled noise and pushed violently into the stone before him before pulling back to feel the man deeper inside of him. He rode out his orgasm with moans that he could no longer bite back as he heard the man behind him curse and pulse inside of him. The fog around his mind lifted as he felt the scrape of teeth against his neck and the quaking of his legs still. He felt his wrists be released from behind him as he slumped forward to rest his head in his arms on top of the stone. The act of sex never failed to exhaust him and make his bones weary and tired; he hissed at the uncomfortable sensation of being left empty after the man pulled out. Eren registered the warmth behind him remove itself as the cold air began to seep into his clothes. His eyes ached when he lifted his head to rub at them and straighten out his back which had been bent at a horrible angle.
He turned around while pulling his jeans back up his legs when he realized that he was left alone, in a graveyard, at two in the morning.
What the fuck?
He scoffed out of annoyance and looked around the barren graveyard for any clue as to how he'd gotten away so fast. He registered quickly that his companion was long gone into the night, and a quick glance at his phone showed he should probably start heading home anyway. He sighed and turned around to face the tombstone he had previously violated and felt a pang of guilt. Before turning into the night, he took a glance at the name on the stone.
"Sorry for coming on your grave, Levi Ackerman."