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from me to you
FANDOM attack on titan
PAIRINGS men/armin, eren/armin
WARNINGS rape/non-con, violence, lame end
All Eren can do is watch.
Bound and gagged as he is, ropes rubbing his skin raw as he desperately fights to get free, there is nothing he can do. Fighting is pointless, it seems - a man stands behind him, kicking him in the stomach every time he struggles. The ropes do not give way no matter how he squirms against them.
There's a set of bars between him and Armin. Armin, his best friend, Armin, who is being assaulted before his eyes. A group of men toss him back and forth; it is clear from the pained noises he issues that they aren't being gentle whatsoever. It is clear that Armin is trying to fight them back, futile as it is. Eren knows Armin isn't physically strong but he'd never doubted or thought less of his friend for it, not once.
The men have begun to rip, pull and tear his clothes off. Eren swallows against his gag, stilling completely. It's like he's watching from far away now, some sort of fantasy nightmare coming to life right in front of him.
Armin is protesting softly, and he sounds gentle even in this. Armin, soft, young, kind. Pretty, innocent, cute, good fuck, the men coo.
It makes Eren's skin crawl and gut clench. Fear and anger overwhelm him in a way he did not think possible, driving away any chance of coherent thought or planning.
Their eyes meet, and Armin speaks in that same voice as always. Please don't watch. He knows to close his eyes, then: obeys Armin's wish even as his mind screams for him to look, look. Watch. He keeps his eyes shut tight but he can't raise his arms up and plug his ears, can't sing a song to block out the noises.
There's no way he can avoid this, this, listening as his friend is smacked around, as he's forced to his knees and gagged with someone's cock. It is surely humiliating in a way Eren can't even begin to process. There is nothing he can do on the floor like this, tied up, useless. It is maddening. A new sort of anger burns through him, bright and unrestrained, screaming at him to move, fucking slaughter the pigs tormenting his friend.
They are laughing. Even as Armin chokes and nearly vomits, they laugh, sneer in disgust as he coughs. They slam him against the wall and forcibly spread his legs. Pained noises turn to shrieks, shrieks turn to muffled sobs. They use him, spread him open and impale him upon their cocks like he's willing. Whore, they insist. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes throughout the room, pounding into Eren's head, forcing him to attention.
Eren chokes down bile, sucks in harsh breaths through his nose. A lump rises in his throat and he swallows, tries not to listen to what's going on. It's futile. Armin screams time and time again, and he loses the ability to think.
He distantly realizes he's being untied; the man who'd kicked him around earlier is on him, drooling, giggling to himself. Something like need a little action too is murmured against his back. If Eren was capable of coherent thought, he'd probably feel more disgust and fear than sheer anger. All he knows is that in a second he's free, yes, there's a man's hardness being pressed against his ass, but he's free.
He's pretty sure the first punch he throws breaks the guy's nose. The men around Armin are too busy in their fucking that they don't hear the muffled cry or see the guy go down, and Eren takes advantage of the time given to him. The cell door wasn't even locked.
It's chaos from there on. Eren is still a child; up against four men who all have military training and impressive builds, he should fail miserably at getting a single good hit in. Either Eren isn't a normal kid, or the men were amazingly incompetent.
Everything seems to pass by in a blur.
The ones that aren't grabbed by him flee. It's pathetic, how they run at any sign of trouble. They did this out of boredom; out of the weak-willed want to make Eren suffer. Monster, they had hissed. Monster, they screamed as they ran. He doesn't remember how badly he'd beaten the first man until he's told so, later on. Broken jaw, smashed in teeth, face unrecognizable. Monster, he concludes. Who else could have done that?
It takes a while for Eren's vision to finally focus, and now he faces Armin sat on the floor, knees pulled to his chest. He refuses to look at Eren. He stumbles over to Armin, who cringes away. Eren sheds his jacket to give to him all the same. He is shivering. He must be cold. Eren looks around for Armin's discarded clothing and manages to find his pants. His shirt is torn to bits; awkwardly, Eren passes it to him.
"Please, don't look."
Eren does as he's told again. Turns away and looks towards the stairs instead, listening for any approaching footsteps. He thinks he needs to vomit. He can't even think anymore, just knows he needs to get Armin out of here and to safety as soon as possible, even if it meant punishment for himself. He knows it's his fault, that they were trying to get to him. Scumbags they were, dragging someone else in like this. Disgusting, for thinking up something like this in the first place.
Armin pulls his pants on slowly. It hurts. His entire body fucking aches, making it hard to do the simplest of things. The stickiness of blood and cum drying on his thighs and ass makes it all the worse. The feel of that alone makes him gag, but he keeps steady. Humiliation burns his face, makes his hands tremble as he pushes his hair back and slips into Eren's jacket. It's warm. He can smell him on it.
His scent eases Armin's fraying nerves, just a little. He lets out a choked little half sob, and Eren turns to him in a rush. The unease and faint sickness there only makes Armin feel worse. What did his friend think of him now? After hearing that, seeing that?
He is crying. It's probably gross, the way snot and tears drip down his face. Ruining the borrowed jacket. Eren is beside him in a second, awkwardly rubbing his back, trying to comfort him. It hurts. His throat feels dry, tongue leaden. It doesn't stop hurting, but he forces himself to move. Eren stays at his side, shields him and walks him to some relatively safe place. Eren tries to comfort him, but for the first time it's obvious how lost he is.
Armin thanks him. Armin wipes away his tears and stands strong, but it doesn't stop hurting. He just doesn't want Eren to look at him, and the only relief he gains is in how easily Eren obeys him.
"Please. Don't look."
PAIRINGS men/armin, eren/armin
WARNINGS rape/non-con, violence, lame end
All Eren can do is watch.
Bound and gagged as he is, ropes rubbing his skin raw as he desperately fights to get free, there is nothing he can do. Fighting is pointless, it seems - a man stands behind him, kicking him in the stomach every time he struggles. The ropes do not give way no matter how he squirms against them.
There's a set of bars between him and Armin. Armin, his best friend, Armin, who is being assaulted before his eyes. A group of men toss him back and forth; it is clear from the pained noises he issues that they aren't being gentle whatsoever. It is clear that Armin is trying to fight them back, futile as it is. Eren knows Armin isn't physically strong but he'd never doubted or thought less of his friend for it, not once.
The men have begun to rip, pull and tear his clothes off. Eren swallows against his gag, stilling completely. It's like he's watching from far away now, some sort of fantasy nightmare coming to life right in front of him.
Armin is protesting softly, and he sounds gentle even in this. Armin, soft, young, kind. Pretty, innocent, cute, good fuck, the men coo.
It makes Eren's skin crawl and gut clench. Fear and anger overwhelm him in a way he did not think possible, driving away any chance of coherent thought or planning.
Their eyes meet, and Armin speaks in that same voice as always. Please don't watch. He knows to close his eyes, then: obeys Armin's wish even as his mind screams for him to look, look. Watch. He keeps his eyes shut tight but he can't raise his arms up and plug his ears, can't sing a song to block out the noises.
There's no way he can avoid this, this, listening as his friend is smacked around, as he's forced to his knees and gagged with someone's cock. It is surely humiliating in a way Eren can't even begin to process. There is nothing he can do on the floor like this, tied up, useless. It is maddening. A new sort of anger burns through him, bright and unrestrained, screaming at him to move, fucking slaughter the pigs tormenting his friend.
They are laughing. Even as Armin chokes and nearly vomits, they laugh, sneer in disgust as he coughs. They slam him against the wall and forcibly spread his legs. Pained noises turn to shrieks, shrieks turn to muffled sobs. They use him, spread him open and impale him upon their cocks like he's willing. Whore, they insist. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes throughout the room, pounding into Eren's head, forcing him to attention.
Eren chokes down bile, sucks in harsh breaths through his nose. A lump rises in his throat and he swallows, tries not to listen to what's going on. It's futile. Armin screams time and time again, and he loses the ability to think.
He distantly realizes he's being untied; the man who'd kicked him around earlier is on him, drooling, giggling to himself. Something like need a little action too is murmured against his back. If Eren was capable of coherent thought, he'd probably feel more disgust and fear than sheer anger. All he knows is that in a second he's free, yes, there's a man's hardness being pressed against his ass, but he's free.
He's pretty sure the first punch he throws breaks the guy's nose. The men around Armin are too busy in their fucking that they don't hear the muffled cry or see the guy go down, and Eren takes advantage of the time given to him. The cell door wasn't even locked.
It's chaos from there on. Eren is still a child; up against four men who all have military training and impressive builds, he should fail miserably at getting a single good hit in. Either Eren isn't a normal kid, or the men were amazingly incompetent.
Everything seems to pass by in a blur.
The ones that aren't grabbed by him flee. It's pathetic, how they run at any sign of trouble. They did this out of boredom; out of the weak-willed want to make Eren suffer. Monster, they had hissed. Monster, they screamed as they ran. He doesn't remember how badly he'd beaten the first man until he's told so, later on. Broken jaw, smashed in teeth, face unrecognizable. Monster, he concludes. Who else could have done that?
It takes a while for Eren's vision to finally focus, and now he faces Armin sat on the floor, knees pulled to his chest. He refuses to look at Eren. He stumbles over to Armin, who cringes away. Eren sheds his jacket to give to him all the same. He is shivering. He must be cold. Eren looks around for Armin's discarded clothing and manages to find his pants. His shirt is torn to bits; awkwardly, Eren passes it to him.
"Please, don't look."
Eren does as he's told again. Turns away and looks towards the stairs instead, listening for any approaching footsteps. He thinks he needs to vomit. He can't even think anymore, just knows he needs to get Armin out of here and to safety as soon as possible, even if it meant punishment for himself. He knows it's his fault, that they were trying to get to him. Scumbags they were, dragging someone else in like this. Disgusting, for thinking up something like this in the first place.
Armin pulls his pants on slowly. It hurts. His entire body fucking aches, making it hard to do the simplest of things. The stickiness of blood and cum drying on his thighs and ass makes it all the worse. The feel of that alone makes him gag, but he keeps steady. Humiliation burns his face, makes his hands tremble as he pushes his hair back and slips into Eren's jacket. It's warm. He can smell him on it.
His scent eases Armin's fraying nerves, just a little. He lets out a choked little half sob, and Eren turns to him in a rush. The unease and faint sickness there only makes Armin feel worse. What did his friend think of him now? After hearing that, seeing that?
He is crying. It's probably gross, the way snot and tears drip down his face. Ruining the borrowed jacket. Eren is beside him in a second, awkwardly rubbing his back, trying to comfort him. It hurts. His throat feels dry, tongue leaden. It doesn't stop hurting, but he forces himself to move. Eren stays at his side, shields him and walks him to some relatively safe place. Eren tries to comfort him, but for the first time it's obvious how lost he is.
Armin thanks him. Armin wipes away his tears and stands strong, but it doesn't stop hurting. He just doesn't want Eren to look at him, and the only relief he gains is in how easily Eren obeys him.
"Please. Don't look."