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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Armin_Arlert/Eren_Yeager
  Character:
      Armin_Arlert, Eren_Yeager
  Additional Tags:
      Hand_Jobs, Blow_Jobs, Established_Relationship
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-10-03 Words: 2470
****** Infirm ******
by Homicidal_Whispers_(HomicidalWhispers)
Summary
     Eren makes a choice during a mission outside of the walls. The result
     is Armin getting injured. Filled with guilt, Eren decides to make it
     up to him.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
It goes like this:
That Titan is an Abnormal. Eren, as a Titan, tends to be able to tell these
things without any absolute proof. He can’t say how he knows, but he’s positive
beyond doubt that it’s true.
Armin is heading for it. Its back is turned to him and normally, Armin would be
able to take it out easily. But this one is an Abnormal and it will take him by
surprise. It’ll be like Thomas all over again; Armin will be eaten before he
even realizes what has happened.
Eren sees this all in an instant that lasts forever. He has a split second to
make a decision. Armin gets closer to the Titan, it begins to turn, and Eren
makes his choice.
Eren grabs Armin’s grapple as it passes him by and tugs it back. With nothing
to anchor it, it wraps around Armin’s leg as he begins to fall, but Eren’s hold
jerks him back up. Armin screams; Eren hears the sick sound of bone snapping
just as the Titan lunges at where Armin had been an instant before, where he
would’ve still been.
The scream draws the rest of the team’s attention and several of them come
rushing forward. With so many now alert and everyone now aware that’s it’s an
Abnormal, the Titan is easily taken care of. None of them had been there when
they were needed, Eren thinks resentfully. Even now, no one bothers to check on
Armin, despite his yell having called them in the first place. It’s fine. Eren
can protect Armin on his own.
It’s difficult to retrieve Armin safely. There’s no doubt that he’s broken a
bone; any unnecessary movements will only make the leg worse and cause him more
pain. Even moving as slowly as he can afford, touching him as gently as he can,
Armin whimpers and his face grows steadily paler. First, Eren gets Armin onto
his palm so that he’s no longer dangling by his broken leg. Then, carefully, he
unravels the wire. This part takes a bit more time: Eren is very large. The
wire is very tiny and fine in comparison.
Then there’s the matter of safety. The goal of this excursion is to establish a
base at about the quarter point to Wall Maria. There are two others behind them
and they’ve been managing to push steadily forward. Still, that means that the
fight isn’t over yet. Eren needs to find somewhere safe to keep Armin, who
looks ready to fall unconscious any moment now. He needs somewhere where Armin
won’t be jostled around too much.
There’s really only one feasible option. He meets Armin’s eyes and sees that
he’s already come to the same conclusion. Armin nods. Eren shuts his eyes and
swallows his best friend.
===============================================================================
No one had even tried to make Eren stay out of the infirmary. Armin lies on one
of the many cots in the room, his leg encased in a splint that he’d need to
keep on for a minimum of a month. Eren sits on the bed next to him, the way
Armin always does when it is he that is injured. Eren can see why he does it;
being this close, he can watch Armin’s diaphragm rise and fall, can feel the
heat of his skin, can even hear his heart beat if he listens carefully enough.
It is a constant reminder that Armin will recover. He sits, one of Armin’s
hands clutched in both of his, and waits for him to wake up.
He’d been waiting for some time already; enough had passed that Levi had
already come in and received a very informal, very terse repost. Eren had been
annoyed by the encroachment, but the report had to be given and the alternative
was leaving Armin’s side. Levi had also brought news of his sister. Mikasa is
safe, but leading the last of the soldiers still outside of the wall to finish
establishing the base. She’d sent Eren a message to keep safe and take of Armin
while she is gone.
Armin had been unconscious when a squad of soldiers had cut him out of Eren’s
body, but he’d come to a short time later. Then he had been shuttled off almost
immediately to see to his broken bone and had passed out again getting the
splint. Still, he’s about to wake up – Eren can see it from the change in his
breathing.
After a moment he does wake, but he’s only given away by the slightest twitch
of his fingers. Instead he remains perfectly still, feigning sleep until he’s
as aware of his surroundings as he can be without sight. Only then does he open
his eyes. That is a habit he had developed when the three friends were living
on their own after Wall Maria’s destruction. It had saved them more than once.
“Is there anything wrong, aside from the leg?” Armin asks as he opens his eyes.
He doesn’t attempt to sit up, because he knows Eren will only push him back
down.
“Just the leg,” Eren confirms.
Armin nods, considering that. “I got off easily then,” he says
Eren stares at him. “What’re you talking about?” he asks. He points at Armin’s
leg with his free hand. “I did that to you!”
“Yes, you did,” he answers. In the face of Eren’s rising anger, he remains
calm. “I didn’t forget. You made the choice to break my leg instead of letting
me die. Of course I understand.”
“How can you just accept it?”
Armin sighs. He tugs on the hand still grasping Eren’s, insistent. Eren tries
to resist, but he can’t. He never can when Armin’s involved, and so he climbs
into the bed next to Armin, slipping next to him on top of the sheets. “You
made the same choice I would have. The right choice. There was no other way,”
he says. He speaks slowly, firmly, his eyes filled with conviction. Eren knows
that Armin believes what he’s saying – that he doesn’t blame him – but it can’t
assuage his guilt.
 “What does it matter if I’m stuck in bed for a few weeks? We won’t be going
out for another mission for at least that long anyway,” he reasons. “Besides,
I’m useful, but it’s not for my physical skills. I’m here for my mind, and I
can still use that with a broken leg. You haven’t incapacitated me, so I wish
you would stop feeling so guilty.”
Eren lowers his head, fitting into the space at the junction of his neck and
shoulder. “I’d like to see you in my position,” he murmurs and Armin huffs a
sound that might be laughter.
He wants to hug him or kiss him – wants to touch him physically to remind
himself that what he did was for a reason. He did it to keep Armin alive, the
most important thing. He doesn’t move though, wary or the splint and afraid of
putting him in anymore pain. Armin must sense the indecision because he says,
“Just do it already, idiot.”
Eren does. He reaches up, angling Armin’s head down to meet his. Armin sighs as
their lips meet and he presses back without hesitation. Side by side like this,
the position is weird and borderline uncomfortable, but Eren doesn’t dare move,
not when he can feel the splint pressing into his leg.
“Wait, wait,” Armin says, withdrawing. “Here.” He moves, shifting back on the
bed and pulling Eren with him.
“Are you sure?” he asks, skating his hands down Armin’s body.
“If you’re hurting me, I’ll tell you,” he answers impatiently. “Hurry up and
kiss me again.”
Without waiting for a response, Armin tugs him into a kiss, his mouth opening
just slightly as he begins to tip backwards, taking Eren back with him. Eren
licks into his mouth, curls his tongue around Armin’s. He surrenders himself –
his worry, his fear, his rage – to the taste of Armin’s mouth. He can’t help
but just be content like this, reminded once more why he needs Armin so much.
Armin, as impatient as always, slips his hands down Eren’s chest, working idly
on undoing the straps.
Armin begins sucking wet, insistent kisses into the side of his neck. It’s
going to leave a mark, Eren knows, but he allows it anyway, tipping his head to
allow for more room. Armin succeeds in getting his straps unbuckled and with
that obstacle out of the way, his shirt is quick to go. Eren sits up
momentarily to pull it completely off and throw it to the side before working
on doing the same for Armin.
“Fuck.” Instantly on guard, Eren moves back like he’d been burned and stares.
“Shit, did I hurt you?” he asks. “What did I do?”
“It wasn’t you,” Armin says. Through the gritted teeth and the grimace of pain,
he still manages to look amused at Eren’s worrying. “The bed dipped suddenly is
all. I’ll be fine in a minute.”
Eren’s not entirely convinced that Armin’s telling the truth, but there’s
nothing he can do about that. He can’t fix Armin’s leg either; no matter how
much he wishes he could, he cannot transfer his healing abilities to another
person. Instead, he sets to work kissing the vestiges of pain off of Armin’s
face. He plants a soft kiss on his furrowed eyebrows, his wrinkled nose, and
his taught cheeks.
He takes Armin’s mouth last. He starts of soft but intent, his hands skimming
the bare skin of Armin’s torso. Their lips slant together and part and there’s
a gentle touch of tongue. Then as Eren lowers himself to hover carefully over
his body, he presses in deeper, fucking slowly into his mouth, tracing the
underside of his gums and teeth in a way that Armin says is gross, but Eren
knows he finds hot. Then he sucks Armin’s tongue into his own mouth and moans.
“Not much time,” Armin pants when they surface. He’s looking flushed and
embarrassed – he always does, no matter how many times they do this. “Nurse
might come back.”
“I want to get you off,” Eren answers. “I want to make you come.”
“How?”
Eren pauses. He stares down at the splint; he hadn’t considered it before, but
that thing won’t even allow Armin’s pants off. He can’t rut into Armin the way
he wants to because of that thing. Testing, he works at Armin’s zipper and
begins to shimmy the fabric down his leg. It doesn’t get far before Armin has
to stop him, but it’s enough for Eren to work with. It’s enough for him to get
a spit-slicked hand down his underwear and take Armin’s length in hand.
Normally, he likes to draw it out. He likes to tease Armin a bit; he likes to
start with feather-light touches, to just lightly touch the head and slowly
twist his hand down the shaft. He likes to grip loose on strokes down and tight
on strokes up. He likes it when Armin covers his face in embarrassment, but
that’s never enough to cover the sounds he makes. He likes to hear the way
Armin whimpers for more and begs for him to stop teasing and do it properly.
Now, though, he hasn’t the time for that. Instead he strokes rough and fast the
way Armin likes it. He never lasts too long when Eren does it like this, but
they’re on a tight schedule anyway. He can tell that already Armin’s getting
close, he can see it in the way Armin’s keen gaze fogs over and his mouth falls
open around a litany of platitudes.
Overcome by the sight, Eren can’t help but kiss him again. It’s not really a
kiss though. It’s more a mingling of breath and saliva. Eren murmurs
encouragements into Armin’s mouth, “Come on, Armin, come for me, I know you
like it like this, don’t you?” Armin can’t say anything back anymore, not now.
His moans get steadily louder and then suddenly he stops making any noise at
all and he comes against Eren’s fist.
Eren allows him several moments to recover before his own erection becomes
unbearable. “How can I,” he starts and then stops hopelessly, looking at the
splint.
“No, it’s fine, come here,” Armin answers. He tugs Eren’s body into the
position he wants it and, propping himself up on one elbow, deftly undoes
Eren’s pants with one hand. Eren bites his lip as he kneels above Armin’s
chest. Armin’s intent is obvious and he lies back, nudging Eren forward
encouragingly.
They’ve never tried this before, but if Armin’s suggesting it, then he must
think he can handle it. Slowly, he thrusts forward and Armin’s mouth falls open
and accepts Eren’s dick in. He can feel Armin struggling to figure out what to
do with the parts of his mouth – where to keep his teeth, how to place his
tongue, how to relax his throat. But just like with everything else, Armin’s a
quick study and picks it up easily.
Tentatively, he sucks and from there on out, Eren can’t think of anything but
how his cock feels inside the wet heat of Armin’s mouth, down the constriction
of his throat. He should try to take it slow, give Armin plenty of time to
adjust, but that’s not a possibility for him right now. Distantly, he hears
Armin gagging, but he recovers and takes it better. He learns how to suck Eren
down and curl his tongue around the head; he learns how to give just the
faintest hint of teeth. Eren finds his hands twisted into Armin’s soft hair and
no idea when he put them there but Armin doesn’t complain when he tugs, so he
does it again.
He pulls out of Armin’s mouth. His lips are red and sore-looking. As he
watches, Armin licks his lips, like he’s trying to capture the phantom taste of
Eren on them. Eren’s hand goes to his own dick and it only takes two quick
strokes before he comes messily over Armin’s face.
“Gross,” Armin says, but he’s laughing as he rubs it off with a corner of the
blanket. Eren’s still coming down from his high, but he’s present enough to
laugh back and he keeps laughing while they kiss again and again. Their motions
slow, become more tired and drowsy. He feels like they should tidy up, at the
very least get dressed, but neither of them have any motivation for that.
“It’s been a long day,” Eren rationalizes. “They’ll cut us some slack, won’t
they?”
“Of course they won’t,” Armin answers. He aligns himself against Eren’s body,
careful to keep pressure off of his broken leg. “I don’t care. For now, let’s
just sleep.”
And so, for right then, they sleep.
End Notes
     jesus christ im so tired. im so tired that i literally don't even
     know what i wrote anymore i don't even know if i like this i don't
     even know what i wrote for the summary
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