Loss

Anniversarie

Usually he was calm, kind, careful. And then something changed. Today his originally soft loving kisses became urgent. His movements that were usually deadly accurate became clumsy and rushed. He pushed me onto the bed before straddling me.

"Heichou? Is something wrong?" He says nothing, clumsily tugging up my shirt. I help by pulling it over my head. He slips off my waist and goes straight to my pants, his slender fingers slipping over the smooth silver button. I reach down and unbutton my pants, his fingers moving to his own waistband as I slide down the zipper. He quickly yanks his own pants down revealing a dripping hard on. I remove my pants, gently sliding them off my ankles. He shoves a dry finger in me, making me squirm. He shoves another and scissors them only long enough to loosen me enough that it's possible for him to put it in. He pushes into me quickly showing no mercy and begins moving immediately. He slams all the way into me and pulls out quickly only to shove his way back in. Trying to remain as still as possible I reach over to the side table, trying to find the small bottle of lube. My fingers meet with the small plastic bottle and wrap their way around it. I open the small bottle and squeeze some of the clear liquid onto my palm before I reach down to his length impailing me repetitively. I wrap my fingers around him gently so the lube in my palm will spread itself onto him. almost immediately i'm greeted with the familiars smooth feeling of him moving in and out of me, the lube having spread itself over his length I move my hand back to the side table and reach blindly for the ribbon. I feel the silky smooth feeling on my fingertips and grasp onto it. My length finally standing up and dripping precum I can tell that the end is nearing too soon. I wrap the black ribbon around my base a few times before tightly tying it into a messy bow. I look up and see Levi's face. But his usual stern face is replaced with a face I've never seen. His eyes look glossy and blank, his usually hard pressed lips are relaxed. He looks emotionless. His movements are sloppy but they contain the same consistent rhythm every few movements he brushes up against my prostate making me want to moan. He just keeps going, the emotionless love making seeming to drag on forever, my tip profusely dripping precum, and then I remember. Today is their anniversary. The day that Levi and Erwin had promised to protect each other with their lives, and that is exactly what Erwin had done. 

Today, is the day that he had died. I see Levi tense up, meaning he must have finished, and then I see the tears. Removing the ribbon I cum all over myself as he pulls out and walks over to his closet grabbing a legion Jacket. The beige jacket, many sizes too large for him, is caked in old dried blood leaving brown and read stains in its place. He presses it to his face inhaling a deep, choppy breath. I grab my clothes using my shirt to wipe off my cum covered body and quickly yank on my pants. Leaving his room I hear hear his muffled sobs. Gently I close the heavy wooden door and walk through the dark quiet halls back to my cell.