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High school reunion
Armin put the handbrake on and before getting out of the car, he checked himself in the rear-view mirror.
«How do I look?» he asked to his roommate.
«Good» Mikasa answered with a smile «How about me?»
«You’re gorgeous! Short hair really suits you»
They both got out of the car and went straight to the pub. The class managed to book the whole place for the night because Sasha’s new boyfriend, the owner of an italian restaurant, knew someone that knew someone that had a shady pub in the middle of nowhere.
They came late because Armin was looking for the hair wax and to help him Mikasa turned the whole house upside down.
When they arrived everyone else was already there.
Jean and Marco where the first one who saw them. Last time they saw eachother was 5 years ago and they all looked so grown up. Jean let his beard grow and Marco still had a blind fold on his right eye. He had a car accident a couple of years prior that almost made him blind and when Jean wrote that in the class chat that was the first text after years of silence. The one right before it was written by Eren. “Fuck you” and then he left the chat.
Maybe Eren didn’t know about the reunion. Armin was relieved, seeing his face still made him panic after all this time. Last time he saw the guy it was in an anarchic instagram account; front row, bare chest, holding a banner with a slogan he forgot. That time Armin was in the bathroom, and was petrified remembering how nasty that kid was to him. He only got back to reality when Mikasa knocked on the door because she needed to take a shower.
He looked around and luckly didnt saw him, then started talking with anyone in complete relax. It has been a long time since he had such great and entertaining conversations and everyone was laughing about something stupid that Sasha and Connie did during class.
While he was listening to an anecdote told by Annie, he heard someone calling him, a familiar voice which Armin used to love. He turned around with a smile.
«Armin! I’m so happy you came! Did you read that article on “Discover”?» Hange came uncomfortably close to him, their eyes shining just like pure diamonds.
«Yes, prof, congratulations!»
«Did you read it until the end? “Great support to Hange Zoe’s theory was provided by researches made with their student Armin Arlert” Armin Arlert is you, Armin!»
Armin recalled the evening he spent in the chemistry laboratory after class working with his teacher on his essay for the end of the academic year.
They talked for a while before Hange put a hand on his shoulder, wishing him a great time at the party, then going back to join Levi and Erwin.
When the teacher was already gone, Armin thought about Mikasa and looked around to find her. She was gone, too. Maybe she went with Annie and Hitch somewhere else to smoke a blunt. Maybe she was looking for him, too.
After that he decided to not join another conversation and go sit down at the bar for a while then ordered a negroni.
Before drinking it he explored almost dissociating the edge of the glass with his fingertip, then brought it to the lips.
He didn’t really enjoy drinking, and mostly he didn’t enjoy being left hazy, still he felt like that drinking was part of being a law student, a way to stick to a stereotype. Well dressed, hair backwards, a cocktail on the rock in his hand, shrewd talkativeness in his mouth. And that’s exactly how he came at the party; dark blue suit, shiny shoes and hair backwards.
The first sip was pretty unpleasant, first time he drank that cocktail was ten years prior at a class party in a shitty place. He spent the whole evening bent over the toilet puking while Mikasa was holding his hair, trying not to watch.
He brought a hand to the face and crinkled the nose, then took another sip.
Usually drinking brought him back to some bad high school memories, when Eren used to make fun of him and treat him cruelly with no reasons at all. The days he went to school without Mikasa he hoped for Eren not to be there too, or else he knew he would have found himself on the sidewalk, marked by bruises and clotted blood.
Armin touched his nose, as if he could feel a spurt of blood from his nostril, just like he used to some years ago. Armin couldn’t understand… Mikasa and him even tried to befriend him, so he never understood why Eren could hate him so much. Maybe he was just an easy pray.
Usually, when those kind of thoughts came to his mind he would fall in a deep sadness, hating himself for being so powerless and never standing for himself, because when he did, he would just make his situation worse, like he was just looking for it. He always ended up thinking he deserved to be treated like that, to be offended and beaten up.
That day, however, a sinister and unusual anger was growing inside him.
To encourage himself, Armin drank a little more and turned around, giving his back to the barman.
The movement was so fast for his altered self that at first he didn’t process the whole room until it stopped dancing before his eyes. Until he directed his glance on Eren.
He was so sure that Eren wasn’t invited, or at least that he couldn’t have read the invitation since he left the group chat.
Armin asked the barman for another round and when the other gave him the cocktail Armin didn’t even bother turning around, looking for the glass gropingly so that he could keep on looking at Eren.
Only then he noticed that Eren wasn’t alone but with a guy he has never seen before. He had a horrible ginger hairstyle, a crimson shirt slightly unbottoned tucked into his white high waist trousers. He had never seen him with a man before, even back then Armin was the only one who knew about his homosexuality, and not because he confessed so to him, obviously. All things considered, he was happy to know that Eren was at peace with his sexuality, maybe he finally stopped going after others cause he was just a repressed kid. Not that he ever thought of Eren as someone who can express himself safely, anyway.
When Armin brought the glass to his lips, Eren’s met the lips of the other guy, pinning him against the wall. Then they quickly started making out with all the ex classmates just a meter from them, laughing and reminiscing the good old times.
Armin drank till the last drop of alcohol while Eren’s hands were pulling out the other’s shirt from his pants so that he could creep on his chest.
Armin kept on looking at them, frowning even more.
He recalled the high school years and a time in particular; when he was forced by Eren to kiss him in the school toilets, while he was trying to touch him. His body reacted with mixed signals and Armin was never able to understand if that kiss have been pleasing or not to him.
Just the memory made a shiver go down his spine, and that day too he couldn’t understand if it was repulsion or excitement.
Thankfully the cocktail was finished cause his new thoughts were messing with his head and a new wave of alcohol would just make them worse.
He was about to turn around and leave them be when he locked eyes with Eren.
While he was kissing the guy Armin thought was the boyfriend, Eren kept visual contact with him, thinning his eyes while the other moaned in his ear under that warm hand. Eren kissed his neck, his fingers running through the hair, pulling them to expose the jugular better, the other hand still on the other’s chest drawing little circles around the nipple. His eyes still looking at Armin, as an invitation to join or kick the other out and take his place.
Armin blushed all of a sudden and looked around. How was that possible that no one aside of him would see that? He noticed then that it was some sort of privée that could be seen just by the edge of the bar.
While Eren’s hand was going down the other’s crotch, Armin felt an electric impulse run through his body from the very tip of his hair to the tip of his toes. The thrill was over when he tried to compose himself.
The guy pushed Eren back when he said something in his ear, without taking his eyes off Armin.
And then Armin, driven by God knows what, got up. With no thoughts in his mind he went towards Eren, took his face in his hands not to miss the target being tipsy and kissed him on the lips. He guided him against the wall without parting lips, opening them just the needed to put his tongue inside of his mouth.
Armin lifted his tank top to show Eren’s abdomen and with his free hand he explored his skin, his own body shaken by light spasms because he was covering the same spots that some years ago Eren touched in that toilet and with his mind he could feel Eren’s fingertips on his own skin.
When he went up with his hand he could feel something cold and made of iron in his left nipple. He played with it a little before realizing it was a piercing.
Eren panted a little while they were still kissing, the humid and warm moan filling Armin’s mouth.
Armin placed two fingers under the piercing so that when he would contract them, he could pull his nipple from the inside. The hushed whimper of pain convinced him to go on with this little game, then he lifted his leg to the other’s crotch just to feel the semierection pressing against it. Since Eren’s body was so honest Armin decided to give him a little more; he leaned on him placing his elbows against the wall so that Eren couldn’t look anywhere else and started moving his leg, while the other was humping it, opening his legs to accomodate the movements.
When Armin pulled back to see his expression, secretely hoping to find him dumbed down by arousal, he was surprised to find him still lucid, their humid eyes chained while Eren bit his lower lip, keeping some kind of obscene composure.
Upset by his arrogance, Armin put a hand under his tank top so that two fingers could slither inside is thight pants. He could only reach his rough pubes so he had to take his fingers off to untie the belt.
Armin wanted to push him to his limits right before he would came, just so he had to finish off in the pub’s toilet like a fucking creep.
«You came with your boyfriend, didn’t you?» Armin asked without thinking.
«Are you jelous?»
Armin was bugged by that sudden intimacy. He surely didn’t forget how Eren made his life so hard back then, and now it was his turn to ruin him. Even though he was a pacifist, peace had a price, and it was about time Eren would pay it. The alcohol was getting even more effective, anyway, and Armin was losing the usual lucidity that caracterised him.
«I’m not a kid anymore, Eren. I won’t run away this time»
Armin kissed Eren on the neck, biting it strongly enough to leave a mark, knowing it could compromise his relationship with that other guy. With the hands was freeing him of the belt.
Crash
The noise of shattered glass.
Armin got back to himself, realizing he was going to jerk off Eren at a high school reunion with their former classmates just next to them.
He looked around scared that someone could have seen them, but luckly noone did, then looked back at Eren again, his face with a nasty and cruel expression, his cheeks reddened by arousal and alcohol.
Armin couldn’t understand what kind of dynamic they had going on when he saw that face, with those mean half-closed eyes looking back at him. Was he playing his game once more?
Armin sighed, took him by his wrist and yanked him ut of the pub. He opened the back door of his car and pushed Eren on the seat, if he didn’t lean on his arms he would have hit the car window because of how violent that push was.
Armin joined Eren in the car and closed the door behind himself.
There was barely enough space for the both of them but that surely was the perfect night to show to that son of a bitch what a mistake he made picking him as his victim.
With a little bit of effort he took off Eren’s trousers and tossed them on the front seats, then the tank top joined the pants.
Eren was completely naked on the cold seats and Armin couldn’t help but notice how his tanned body was relaxing and twitching rapidly following the rythm of his broken breath, his semierection throbbing, disclosed by the open legs, one stuck in the headrest of the front seat not to slip and the other
one on the boot.
Armin arched on him holding himself up with an arm,
looming over him with his body, hiding the dim light coming from the parking lot. Armin layed a hand on his face, bringing the thumb on Eren’s lips. He then made enough pression to feel his teeth under his thin lips, framed by hair almost imperceptible by the eye but extremely clear to the touch.
When Armin massaged the lips with even more pressure, Eren finally opened his mouth and the other put his thumb inside of it, feeling his finger touching that wet tongue while it twisted around it, leaving it moist.
That dirty look on his face electrified Armin, causign a warm pain to the lower abdomen.
He then insert the index finger in his mouth, taking the thumb up, leaving a humid trail with it on the cheek. He inserted the middle finger too, feeling the tongue dancing through them. He added another one and with them tried to go as deep as possible down his throat to see his gag reflection. With surprise, the reaction was extremely mild.
He finally took out his fingers still dripping saliva and then put them next to his orifice. He massaged the entrance before penetrating it with his middle finger.
There was some kind of satisfaction fingering him while flipping him off.
Armin explored his insides, warm and pleasant, a little bit thick but most importantly pulsing desperately to receive something bigger.
Armin added another finger and as soon as Eren felt that he left out a moan, and couldn’t stop when Armin started moving them inside of him.
He looked at Eren’s face, twisted by that pleasure Armin saw on him when at the end of class Eren would have beaten the shit out of him, punched and kicked him in the stomach, in the face, blood still running on his skin, and the hands dirtied by that red cruel color he tried to dilute with those tears he couldn’t stop from running.
«Fuck» Eren groaned, his toes curled. He started thrusting his hips so that he could feel Armin’s finger as deep as possible, but they weren’t long enough, he craved for something more, and kept on panting frustratd as he was on the edge of pleasure but it still wasn’t accessible to him.
Armin then added a third finger and made sure to open widely his insides while Eren could’t stand still.
Then he took the fingers off of him and shook them to get rid of the fluids, but since it wasn’t working he decided to wipe it off on Eren, running his dirty hand on the chest, caressing the nipple and going down on the abs.
Armin took off his own trousers and tossed them in the front seats. Then took his dick in one hand and pressed the tip on his hole, with no rush.
«Come on!» Eren grunted impatiently, the dark hair couldn’t hide that obscene desire so clear in his eyes.
Armin penetrated him slowly so that Eren could count each inch getting inside of him. After all this year of being subdued by him all it took to shut him up was just to fuck him in a parking lot, and, finally, it was all it take to give him that estatic face that tormented him for five years that he spent hating on him and himself; those gray eyes that used to made fun of him were now looking back at him, almost closed as the pleasure grew more painful, and those lips that used to spread false rumors about him were now quivering as he was crying. He didn’t even leave Mikasa, his best friend, out of all that, and that was something he couldn’t forgive,
Eren reminded Armin of his younger self, that must have looked like him, so helpless and overwhelmed, hurt.
Such a pathetic face, so sickening and pitiful.
To erase that horrible mirror of himself from Eren’s face Armin slapped him.
«Oh God, I hate you!» Armin cried out, pushing harder, pissed off.
Armin realized he hit Eren when he brought a hand to his nose, a rivulet of blood running through his fingers, and his cheek that would soon turn purple.
When the blood reached his lips with one other thrust
Eren came, spurting semen on his bare chest and abdomen, on his body hair, staining both his body and partially that shirt Armin selected accurately.
Then he pulled out, a small amount of sperm going down his penis, watching how the bruise was spreading on his bully’s face.
He didn’t want to say “sorry” since he felt like it wasn’t nor necessary nor right, and it satisfied him anyway.
Instead, Armin took Eren’s hands in his and lead them to his dick ordering him to finish the job.
Eren kneeled before him and took it in his hand, jerking him off with trembling hands as he was still shaking due to the orgasm.
He used his free hand to lean upon the car window behind Armin.
Unexpectedly Eren kissed him, with his hand touching Armin faster, feeling his cock getting more responsing with each passing second.
«Armin, I always had a crush on you…» Eren admitted, while semen started running through is fingers and using it as a lubricant.
Armin was profundely distrought: «You ruined my life back in high school!»
«I wanted your attention… I didn’t want to share you with anyone else, I din’t want you to look for someone else…» His voice came out almost as a kid that stole a cookie but asks for forgivness because he wanted to gift it to his sister.
Armin never saw him being this pitiful.
«Don’t you get it, Eren?! I-» he stopped as a shiver shook him.
«You?» Eren asked with hope, looking him in the eyes.
«I hate you, Eren!»
Tears stinged at the edge of his eyes, his lips trembling. Blood running from his nose, his purple cheek filled with small red dots where blood vessels bursted. The noise of Eren sobbing and sniffing in the complete silence of the parking lot.
Just like Armin used to be until five years ago.
Armin came in Eren’s hand, still shaken by the rejection.
What a sweet revenge.