Off Record [Ereri/Riren] ✓

11 ⚕︎Curiosity ✍︎

Off Record
Chapter 11
⚕︎Curiosity ✍︎
Levi

cu·ri·os·i·ty

/kyo͝orēˈäsədē/

noun

a strong desire to know or learn something.

"You look like shit," I comment, studying the male's appearance. His hair is even more disheveled than usual, his eyes look like burnt out Christmas lights, and his shoulders are slumped to the point where I almost doubt that he has bones there at all. However, despite these facts, I can still sense the power within him. It excites me and I just want to figure out more. He's like the devil's advocate, but I'm the devil myself.

"Is that how you always greet people or am I just always ugly to you?" Eren's voice carries less bite than usual.

"You just look like you don't feel well. You aren't ugly," I respond, thrown off by how my opinion caused him to act.

Eren lies down. "Oh, well thanks. I didn't get much sleep."

"Why not?"

"I'm assuming 'because I'm crazy' is not an acceptable answer."

"I need more than that."

"I saw my mom then I started thinking about her and I couldn't fall asleep."

"What can I do?" I ask.

Eren covers his face. "I don't fucking know! I don't know anything about why this happens or how to stop it."

"I was asking how to help you feel better. If I was asking you for advice, I'd worry about how my mental health was being handled." I deadpan, slightly annoyed by his sudden outburst. If the brat let me do my job, that'd be great.

Eren groans. "Kill me. You can't fix it, just end it."

"I refuse to. I don't have reason."

Eren looks at his hand.

I grab his hand quickly, squeezing it. "Eren, no."

"Why?" He growls. "It's not like you actually give a shit. I'm just a job to you."

I squint my eyes, searching. "Eren, do you want another doctor...?"

Eren's eyes widen. "No."

I'm slightly confused. If he hates me so much, then shouldn't he be jumping at this chance I'm giving him? "What do you want from me?"

"I don't want anything from you." Eren's voice breaks. "I didn't even want to be here in the first place. Just... don't leave me."

I grab the brunet and pull him into me. The reason he seems to be relapsing, I have no clue, but that doesn't mean I won't stop him. "Eren... show me your demons."

Eren begins to sob. "I don't have control. Even though I willingly give control to Titan, my mind still c-cages me while I'm Eren. My own brain is more of a prison than this room could ever be."

"Do you want to feel free?" I ask, pushing him down onto the ground and restraining him so he won't hurt himself. I become his straight jacket and I don't know how he'll take it, but it'd be less of a pain if he were to hurt me than himself.

"Yes."

"What do you want to do?" I ask since he's so irritating to read sometimes. He lives solely to make my life a living hell, it seems.

He chuckles. "You." 

I tense, looking at his features for any sign of dishonesty, but I can find none. I look at the ceiling, closing my eyes in thought. "Why?"

"I don't know...there's just something about you, I can't put my finger on it."

I look at him, trying to warn him as best as I can. He doesn't want to play with fire. He'll end up getting burned. "You don't want me."

"Why?" he asks simply, innocently, yet I can discern undertones that should not be there. This brat wants to get hurt.

Interesting.

I tighten my grip on him and continue to meet his gaze. My mind reels back to my conversation with Hanji and I realize how fucked up I truly am, having thoughts like these.

Can Eren need me more than he needs himself?

"How much do you want me?" I press further into him, watching him with a slate expression as he squirms under my grasp.

Eren's eyes widen as if he didn't think I'd even consider it. He swallows. "A lot, enough."

I click my tongue, partially unbelieving. "Tch. You're just sexually frustrated."

"Because of you."

I get off of him and lean back, crossing my arms as I watch him from my higher position, looking down at him like a dog. "Touch yourself."

Eren glances up at the camera, but I don't know if the thought turns him on or scares him. Probably both. I wouldn't be surprised by him. "Are you serious?"

"This is you 'getting me,' so do it," I respond, raising an eyebrow in expectation. I don't know if he'll go through with it and if any part of him has sense, he won't. However, there's an annoying part of me that wants him to go through with it.

Eren locks eyes with me and nods slowly. He looks nervous, but excited at the same time. He reaches down and begins palming himself through his gown. 

I prop my hand up on my fist and blow my fringe out of my eyes, smirking at how under my control he is. "Are you shy? I don't have all night."

Eren smirks and hikes the gown up to reveal his slowly hardening cock. He strokes himself, increasing the pace with each stroke. He rubs over the slit and arches, thrusting up into his own hand.

I just watch with an amused expression, mocking him lightly to get a rise out of him. "Is that appropriate, Jaeger? You're already acting like a slut and I haven't even touched you."

Eren's breath hitches. "Please."

I squint my eyes at him, asking him a question that I already damn well know the answer to. I just want him to beg one more time. "What do you want?"

"I want you to touch me, I don't care how. You can hurt me if you want. Just please."

"Grab the straight jacket," I order, my curiosity insatiable. I want to see how far he'll go, how much control I have over him. I want to know how much he wants me.

Eren releases his cock and grabs it.

I fasten it on him and leave him hard, watching him. "What have you done to deserve me?"

Eren groans. "Nothing," he sighs.

I open my computer and shut off the cameras to the room then shut the lid. If we're doing this, we're doing it right. That means that I most certainly will be getting entertainment out of this brat.

"You're going to have to pay your dues, brat."

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Author's Note:

Thoughts?

-Ari