Flame

She stifled a whimper, and then a hitch in her breath. His lips trailed diagonally towards the middle of her throat, smirking at the sound she just made. However they ended up like this, he had no idea.

More than likely it was the lip bite, and then the twinkle in her grey eyes, followed by the built up deprivation of physical contact from anybody. Rivaille's eyes, straightforward and dark from the lack of sleep, or genetics, she had no idea -but they mesmerized her -what was he feeling, really? The halls were loud that night; everyone was eating after a triumphant, successful attempt to keep out the titans for exactly a week. They knew they had to be cautious, but this was their only night to rest peacefully, pretending that the world was free of the maneaters. Rivaille glanced up, his feet still up at the table and shifted his eyes to hers. She blinked, and then realized that she had been flustered by this and looked away immediately -of course not staring at him in the first place. She bit her lip unconsciously and tried to continue the conversation with the other soldiers, but could not feel his gaze deviate from her direction. Inside, he was laughing, smirking at her response and quick-to-be embarrassed notions. She gulped, a drop of sweat dripped down from her brow. To her defense, it was a hot night. Her shirt came first, and she unbuttoned two of the top buttons that were suffocating her and took off her jacket. Many of her companions had already done the same earlier on the night.

Time passed as conversation died down, some of the fighters even retreating back to their quarters. She was going to do the same, but not before using the washroom. Unfortunately, it was outside of the eating halls and it would be quite a walk there and back so she planned to leave directly for her sleeping quarters after it. Crickets could be heard as the soft flames of the fires began to die down along with the night, flickering and cracking every so often from the corners of her eyes. By this time, she was too tired to comprehend the sounds of the fire to be the possibility of someone following her. The attack was easy, then.

First a hand over her mouth and then second, another pulling her by the waist backwards into the darkness. She muffled a scream at first before realizing she had to stay calm and approach her attacker. Then a familiar voice whispered huskily -

"Where are you going?"

And then she was pushed down to the floor, the one and only Corporal Rivaille atop of her, and the hand now placed over her neck instead.

"Ri-Corporal..." she had no idea what was going on. Although she had heard rumors he tended to do whatever he wanted, she had no idea he was going to attack her out of nowhere for staring.

"If it was about staring back I-"

"Shut up."

And no more. She wasn't going to ask, and afraid of his fighting abilities, she gulped, his hand still around her neck. The palm of his hand felt her swallowing and he smirked, a fire burned and cracked inside him louder than the ones lighted. He moved his hand, his body did not move. She moved her head a little but never deviated from his gaze in fear of what he would do now and then she noticed that both his legs had intertwined with the sides of her body. His hand now moved to grab her by the ponytail, a convenient handle that her peers had made fun of for and yanked whenever they wanted to get her attention. This time, however it was something different.

Rivaille pulled her hair down only to slide the hair tie from her hair. Her throat was now inadvertently exposed, and she swallowed again, feeling the possible sore throat coming along. He stared hard and long at her before looking at the buttons and decided he wanted one more off. And so he did, he unbuttoned a third button. Then he bit her.

Biting down on the middle of her throat, enough to make a mark -but she had fairly light skin to begin with and the attempt of even someone grabbing onto her neck for more than a few seconds could easily mark her. His fingers no doubt had, and she grimaced. The pain was not unusual as there wasn't much to begin with, but it was a deep bite. She felt her legs tense under his body and then the fire inside of her abdomen began to burn and crack just like his. Rivaille trailed his lips casually to the side of her neck following that. He had her arms pinned by his hands like as an instinct to keep her still, but he had no idea what he was doing with her not moving underneath him. It was like kissing a corpse. But he didn't mind. He might as well have been dead already.

Her hair made a bed for her head and she was secretly pleased that it wasn't just the dirty floor that was dirtying her... He continued to kiss quite fervently at the heated skin beneath him. Once in a while, she could feel his breath when he would take a break from kissing her neck. She loosened up, and could feel the fire inside of her flaming hotter and hotter, now wanting to follow what he was doing to her. The collar on her shirt and the sleeves were now completely off of one shoulder as he continued to place kisses. And then suddenly, he bit the side of her neck. She gasped, mouth open and ready to be claimed. To ensure that no one heard them, he bit her lower lip as punishment for making any sounds. And she knew, oh did she know. He went back to kissing her neck and then biting once in a while, leaving marks no doubt. Until he reached the junction between her neck and her jawline did he bite down and suck at the skin.

She couldn't help but moan loudly then. It was a sweet spot of hers and it was like he knew. And oh, did he know... he had watched her tense up and wince whenever a friend of hers would place their arms around her neck. Afterwards she would touch it and rub it lovingly, face flustered. If that wasn't enough to throw Rivaille off the edge, he didn't know what would. He took his time, sucking and sucking, a sudden rush of blood surging down his abdomen to his member, reminding him how much he had wanted to bite and suck on that one spot. All the while, she moaned and moaned, writhing in embarrassment and pleasure. Her face as hot as the flames surrounding them and were the only lights that allowed her to know that the one attacking? kissing her was Corporal Rivaille. Finally she couldn't take it anymore.

"P-p-please.." she muttered, mouth open and eyes half-lidded. She then realized what she did and then bit her lip hard.

He smirked and stared, grinning and laughing on the inside she was sure of it. He paid no attention to what she was begging for and continued to smirk into her skin, kissing and nibbling.

"Oh, right," he finally spoke. He stopped sucking and bit her bottom lip again, drawing blood that seeped into her mouth, a taste of her punishment she assumed, "don't speak unless I tell you to."

And that was that. His lips trailed alongside her jaw all the way to her chin where she swallowed. And then to the other side of her neck. She was so hot she could barely stand it -mostly from the heated night, but also the warm body straddling her hips, kissing her and igniting the fire hotter and hotter as the night went on. She couldn't stand it anymore, but she couldn't do anything about it either. Along the way, he had somehow released her arms, no longer keeping his bruising hold on her and she wondered. She wondered if she would dare to return the favor before going against it in fear of what punishment would come next. But oh, did she want to do something in return and be punished by Corporal Rivaille...

Rivaille, Rivaille, Rivaille, fuck, Rivaille, Rivaille -

She recited his name in her mind, sometimes faster whenever he would raise his head to stare at her blankly, contemplating if he should go further, before descending once more to kiss her neck. And then he decided, the fourth button. But this time -he lowered his head, never taking his eyes off of her and tore the button off with his teeth, revealing the heavy duty bandages binding her chest. Her hands now free, she covered her eyes, whimpering once to show embarrassment. She wanted to tell him to rip them off -rip them off and just fuck her already. But she could not speak. So he took it that she was content with the speed he had chosen to tease her with. Unfortunately, he didn't want her to be pleased. He wanted her to be humiliated, burning with every fiber of her being inside and out, and oh so very dirty. And he would be the one licking the flames.

She wondered when his lips began to caress her collar bones whether or not he was doing this to spite her, to rape her? And then he bit her, and she was reminded how much a man of his stature had needs. Burning, wanting needs. The heat was too much for her, though. Sweaty and hot, she wanted to beg for him to take more buttons off, to take her shirt off not even for sex talk, but because of the wanton heat surrounding her, and so she continued wanting before daring once more to speak up.

"Rivaille-"

Without the title, he was thrown off and ceased his actions immediately. He decided to give her some mind and stared, his eyes following the dance of the fires, and burning deeply with want and need.

"Please, it's just... so hot," she whispered.

His lips tugged, some sympathy slipping through because he, too, was very, very hot. But not from the temperature. He sat up, slowly unbuttoning the rest of her shirt and then slipping the tucked in dress shirt out of her pants. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her forward to slip the damp shirt off of her body before pulling her by her hair once more. She stifled a groan and he began to bite and suck at her throat yet again. Her chest heaved, and her patience grew thin before she began to tremble.

"W-why won't you just... do it already," she murmured staring at the night sky, his hand still intertwined with her hair.

"Because you think you're so pure," he scoffed.

He stopped kissing her for a second, and then placed the bridge of his nose parallel to her chest. He was thinking perhaps.

"But you're not so innocent are you," he smirked along her skin.

She dared to speak again, "I thought Corporal Rivaille -ahh- loved cleanliness."

"Huh," was all he said before slipped the bandage out of its place, her chest bindings began to undo themselves, "maybe."

He twisted the bandage around her body and pulled it off once it was done circling off her chest. Unbound, untouched, and unmarked he looked up at her deeply, "I just so happen to like the thought of you dirty though."

Her face red from what he was saying, she took it as a hint that she could speak some more, but not just yet. His free hand cupped the side of her right breast alongside her waist and he sucked at the skin. His lips followed the trace of her breast kissing and nibbling alongside as he waited to hear her moan. Once he got to the middle, she gasped, and then he smirked. Found you.

He lifted her body up to gain access to that spot underneath her breast, and she twisted and turned to get him away from there, only for him to hold both her hands in place with one of his -easy.

Once he had enough, she sighed at the relief quietly. She was tired and worn out; and he could tell. Still fully dressed and not even breaking out in sweat, the only indications of any sort of need for relief were from his eyes and the hard member pressing for all to see against his tight white pants. Her mouth watered at the sight, wishing that he would put it to good use already. Instead, she stayed obedient and hopeful as he made his way to kissing every possible inch of her body it seemed. She hated the feeling of being the only one in heat, dying of both the hotness and the lack of attention her throbbing wetness was undeserving of. She squeezed her eyes shut, imagining what Corporal Rivaille would have been like if he had just pulled down her pants and fucked her into the ground -heaven.

Her wetness tightened and throbbed against the friction of Rivaille's body. She knew the more she wanted it, and the more she showed that she wanted it, the less he would be inclined to give it to her. So instead of playing with fire, she fought fire with fire. He noticed that she began to quiet down, her body slowed to a halt in response to his touches. He raised a brow and stopped as well. He knew what she was up to, and almost sympathized with her. He knew all too well what the lack of touch felt like.

And then he turned back to his sadistic side.

He sucked on her nipple, igniting a small scream from her mouth only to be covered by one of her now released hands. Rivaille wrapped both his arms around her body to keep her from moving and thrashing, sucking the feeling out of her breast. She moaned to no avail, for the wetness in her pants began to remind her once more of the friction she needed. Finally when he stopped, she stopped altogether being afraid of what would come after all of this. She wanted the punishment. If it was going to be him fucking the living daylights out of her as she writhed in the obtainable pleasure, she would do it. She would beg him.

"Fuck me, Lance Corporal Rivaille," she moaned, "Please, god, Rivaille. I'm begging you."

The words made him dizzy, but he showed no sort of remorse. He was being ignited with a flame that would burn him from the inside out. He slipped out of his jacket, tossing it who knows where and leaned his body against hers.

"Don't say that."

"Please Rivaille."

"Shut up."

"Fuck me, please. I need you, I need you to fuck me. I don't care if you're going to punish me for speaking, please just... Rivaille," she enunciated his name with a moan, pushing him to his edge.

"Fuck," he murmured against her skin as he breathed in and out. He needed the friction too more than anything. He tugged at the belts, freeing the harness from her body just a little and began to unbutton her pants. She moaned at the pleasure of finally getting her release. Maybe. He yanked both of her boots off of her legs, followed by the harness still attached to her pants. He would slice them all up if it meant he could see her quicker. The gathered brown fabric around her waist was slid up as her wetness was finally revealed to him. She wore tight white shorts in place of the girly underwear that he was taught that most girls would wear, and he smirked. He liked it better that way, he supposed.

Slipping it off her legs, he got a full view of the skin underneath those pants that he often daydreamed about. He kissed the front of her thigh, spreading her legs and wrapping his arms around each leg. She gulped and wondered if this would be even more sensitive than the sweet spots he had tried to claim and mark earlier. After all, she had never been touched down there before. Not even a finger; she really was pure, he figured. But before he would give her what he wanted, he wanted to taste her skin. The skin was quickly cooling down as it was finally exposed to the air before Rivaille took the opportunity to light it on fire yet again. His mouth pressed against her inner thigh, sucking on the untouched skin. No man had ever been this close to her precious spots.

She moaned in agony as she realized that he was going to tease her before taking her and making her his. He looked up at her, flustered and disappointed but still enjoying what she was feeling. He moved his head closer to her womanhood and kissed her right on her clitoris. She stiffened up, legs tense and mouth open. He took it that she liked it, for words were lost between the two of them. He had experience, of course, but never in the women that he had fucked did he ever see or taste one so wet. And it was all for him. He replaced his lips with his tongue, tasting the sweet wetness before proceeding to lick her expertly. His tongue was warm and matched the wetness of her sex. His mouth watered at the taste, wanting more and more to taste her release.

The fire was finally calming down but burned fervently once more as he passionately kissed and licked away at her tightness. She had never had this feeling before, the feeling of complete and utter bliss that burned through her stomach in such ecstasy and fulfillment. Her skin now flush with Rivaille's expert tongue, she lost complete sense of her body and how to control it. Her fingers found their way to either intertwine with his hair or scratch the skin still covered by his dress shirt. She found it unfair, she was almost completely undressed and he was still clad from top to bottom -oh.

From what she read, that was the climax incoming. She thrashed and moaned underneath him as he now hurriedly licked at her flames. Every throbbing motion she made he would match it by licking and sucking to her rhythm. Every time, a wave of pleasure would be sent surging through her body like a heartbeat. Except this speed could be considered a heart attack. She jolted up as her climax was nearing, screaming Rivaille's name over and over again, dizzy from the feeling of a man being able to send her to complete and utter heaven. And then she moaned loudly, tearing at the shirt and drawing blood from his back. Her body pulsated and burned so passionately for him, and only him.

But that was only the beginning for Rivaille had yet to experience his release. Her wetness quickly evaporated into the cold of the night, and the only heat still burning was the fire in Rivaille's member and her welcoming skin. He quickly sat up and pulled out his member, hissing slightly when he remembered the cold and then the stinging of the scratches on his back. He gave her one look, her eyes half-lidded, and then pounced her. She gasped and moaned when he placed his hot and needy member near her entrance. Still a bit sore and ruffled by his mouth a bit earlier, she wrapped her arms around his neck for stability which he deemed temporarily okay for the time being.

"Ready, darling?"

Red rushed to her face and then her skin when he gave her the pet name but quickly forgot it when he teased her entrance with his length. He used the leftover wetness of her to lube himself up before entering slowly. He groaned and she winced at his overpowering size. Her entire body seized up at the feeling of his throbbing member. So large and oh, so good. She squeezed her eyes shut as her body was being stretched to fit him in, filling her completely to the brim of utter ecstasy. The feeling was too much for her, he noted, as she shed a tear at the initial searing pain.

"You belong to me now."

He pulled out a bit and rammed back in. She yelped.

"Only me."

One arm wrapped tightly against his neck and scratching his back as leverage to not be pushed off the edge, she used the other to cover her mouth as she screamed and moaned.

"Rivaille-"

"I saw you watching him."

What-

"I knew you weren't looking at me. You looked away flustered. You would never look at me that way."

He began to move, quickening his pace as she began to adjust to his size. She moaned, and then muttered his name, trying to tell him that it was him she wanted, and him that she was looking at.

"Rivaille-" a moan, "R-"

"You won't be looking at him anymore. He won't ever have you the way I will."

He bruised her lips with a kiss, the first one that could be considered as so. His lips were cold, tongue warm and tasted like the sweetness of her sex that he loved so much. His tongue danced along with hers, stealing her first kiss as well, he had hoped.

"Riv-"

"Only I can have you-"

"RIVAILLE," she spoke up again, "It was you..."

He didn't stop. He continued to pound away the anger at the man he was going to kill. His face was emotionless and then a hint of surprise and confusion.

"I was looking at you- ah!" she moaned as his thrust hit a sweet, sensitive spot inside of her, "it was always for you, only you Riv-ah!"

He didn't speak, and only looked at her face as he apologized with his eyes.

"Forgive me," he whispered into her ear as he thrusted hard. A moan, "I need to make sure once more."

He sucked on the skin behind her ear, bruising and leaving a large mark to assert his claim.

"I'm yours, Rivaille. I can only be yours."

Her breaths started to hitch and he let out a low growl at the tight throbbing wetness that surrounded his size. He could feel the soft velvet inside of her encasing him completely. If it happened once more-

"Rivaille, oh god, I'm-"

"Fuck, stop. Didn't I tell you not to speak-"

He felt the wetness of her grow as she thrashed about underneath him, spasming out of control for the feeling of him inside of her was too great. He followed after, moaning loudly and biting hard on her shoulder. The hot liquid of his surged through her body, causing him to jolt and hold onto her harder, and kiss her with all that was left of his strength. He pulled away first from her lips, exhausted and out of breath. She fell onto a patch of grass, and he followed her movement, his face pressed against her bruised and marked neck. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her hand against his hair. He was still inside of her, their fluids mixing but they didn't care.

"Rivaille."

"Hn."

"I can only belong to you, Corpora-"

"Rivaille."

"Ah.."

"Just Rivaille."

"Rivaille..."