Chapter 6: Friend

"Kaiden!"

Eren runs up to his childhood friend, hugging him, which the latter returns with a hug of his own. He smiled at him. "I missed you!"

Kaiden chuckled at his friend. "Kid, we saw each other just, what, a few weeks ago and you already miss me that much?" Then, his face turned serious. "But enough of that. What had happened to you? You're the most cautious person I've ever known; you always consider the worst possible scenario before doing anything."

Eren forced a small smile. "I'd rather not talk about it 'cause really, I can't even remember what had happened."

Kaiden sighs before placing a hand on Eren's head, patting him. Although he wanted to question the latter further, he decided not to. He pats Eren on the head. "Okay, I won't ask any more but please, be more careful next time. You made me worried, kid."

Eren muttered an apology.

Then, there was an awkward silence.

"Anyways, you should have seen his face when I told him you were hospitalized." Usami jokes. "He turned from a hawk to a clucking chicken that wouldn't shut up."

"I'm pretty sure you already mentioned something like that earlier." Rin deadpan.

When Kaiden went to visit them early in the morning, he found Usami about to leave the house which baffles him. Then, He was told that Eren had an accident and was recovering in the hospital. Kaiden clicks his tongue, trying to hide his embarrassment. Okay, maybe he did panic a bit.

"From a hawk to a chicken, right." Eren repeated the phrase teasingly. "You haven't changed since we were little. You gotta stop worrying about me. I can take care of myself."

"I only worry about you." Kaiden said in a hush.

"Did you say something?"

"Nothing. I didn't say anything." Kaiden denied, quickly correcting his behavior. His eyes led to the two young males giving him the looks that says 'we heard you that.' He glares at them, mouthing the words 'shut up.' He faked a cough. "In any case, I'm glad that you're fine, kid. When will you be released?"

"Why does that kinda sound like I was about to finally be released from prison?"

"Eren's only 'imprisoned' for less than 24 hours. We'll call for a doctor later to check him. But seeing how he is right now, we might be able to go home later." Rin answered Kaiden.

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"Are you sure you don't want us to stay with you?" Rin expresses his concerns, "It'll be just one time. I'll tell Mom that you were in an accident and needed someone to make sure you're okay. I'm sure Mom will understand."

"No." Eren sternly declines, "Your Mom and I made a deal; she allowed you to move in with me if you promise to visit her every weekend, that's her condition. And no, Usami isn't staying with me either." He turns to Usami. "You really need to visit your grandmom. I'm sure she misses a lot so you better spend some time with her."

Rin sighed, raising her hands in defeat. "Alright, fine. You win."

"Honestly, you two. You need to calm down, you gotta chill out." Eren reassures, reciting the lyrics from one of his favourite songs. "I'll just be here, watching anime while stuffing my face with snacks, and probably updating my fanfics and finishing up some of my art-in-progress." Eren turns to Kaiden, "I'll leave them in your care. Make sure they get home safe."

Kaiden pats Eren on the head. "Don't worry, kid, I'll make sure they get to their homes in one piece." He joked to which Eren slightly laughed. Upon seeing that smile, Kaiden can't help but stare. Sparkly eyes, smooth and pale cheeks, kissable lips….

"Kaiden?" Eren snaps his fingers a couple of times at Kaiden's face, causing the latter to blink and break away from his thoughts. "You look a bit red. Are you okay?" Eren placed a hand on his forehead. "You don't seem to have a fever."

Kaiden quickly backs away. "No, no, I'm fine." He says, trying to hide his embarrassment. He raises his hand to show his watch. "Would you look at the time? I guess we better get going! You two, in the car!" He pushed the two boys into his car, a flustered look on his face. "I'll see you tomorrow for breakfast! Have a good night!" Frantically, he said his goodbyes and sped off.

Eren shook his head, still watching his friend's car until it's out of sight. He's silly then back in their childhood years, he's still silly now. Despite all the wealth and fame his friend had received over the years, Eren's glad Kaiden hasn't changed.

He heard a bark from behind. "Okay, I'm coming in, Camille." He called out to his furry companions that's waiting for him at the door.

Eren comes in and pets her. "What, do you want treats?"

Camille wags her tail and barks more at the mere mention of 'treats', rejoicing.

Eren chuckles at his companion's antics. "Alright, let's go." They walked into Eren's artroom, it's where he usually spent most of his free time whether updating his fanfic or webcomics, or just plainly sketching. Camille will always be with him, she has her own small corner where she could just relax and lay down or play with her toys.

Eren grabs the treat and tosses it to Camille, the dog talentedly catches the treat with her salivating mouth, then a few more. The dog enjoyed each of them. "Okay, that's enough now. You need to eat your dinner first, then you can have another treat."

Camille looks at him with hopeful eyes.

"No, no." Eren dejects, mentally shrieking at how cute Camille is. "Come, let's prepare dinner."

After cooking dinner, Eren had sat down to eat and Camille was eating hers, right next to him. While the dog is engrossed with devouring her dinner, Eren observes the deafening silence in the house, save for Camille's munching and the clicking of utensils on his plate. He thought he had gotten used to it by now.

Everything is silent during the weekend since Rin and Usami aren't with him. 'It's so quiet that I don't like it.' Eren thought before continuing to eat his food.

After dinner, Eren did a little bit of sketching because it's been days since he last sketched before taking a warm bath. He moans to the warmth feeling of the water washing the exhaustion from his body. He's enjoying the luxury and was taking his time when he slowly glanced at the bathroom door. He narrowed his eyes. There was nothing there but he was certain he felt eyes on him.

Arf!

Eren jumped at the sound, frightened. He looked down to see Camille waiting for him by the doorframe, wagging her tail and tongue sticking out. He had a sigh of relief, feeling his face hot. He's just scaring himself, what the heck was he evenly thinking?

Maybe Rin's right; he's getting paranoid because of those late-night horror movies. "Camille, shoo. Wait for me on the bed." She turned around and went away. Eren was about to continue his shower when his eyes strayed towards the mirror by the sink. He thought he saw something but then shrugs it off, assuming that it's probably just the shadow of his dog.

Eren turns off the shower, grabs the towel to wrap it around his waist. Whipping down the moisture on the mirror, he took a good look at the bite mark and touched it. What had happened was still a blur from memory. He shook his head. He grabs his toothbrush and paste, then brushes his teeth, staring at his reflection. After a minute, leans down to the sink and spat out the content of his mouth. Eren puts his brush on the sink, standing straight.

When he looks at the mirror, his eyes widen in terror as he notices a silhouette of a head appears in the mirror right behind him. He heard his name in a whisper. Eren spun around alarmingly only to see his dog in a sitting position with her tongue out. When he looks back at the mirror, there's only his reflection.

Taking a deep breath, Eren tried to calm himself down. Did he just imagine it?

Yeah, he most certainly did, Eren tried to convince himself. He bent down to pick up Camille and left the bathroom.

[dream]

I blink once. Then, again.

I don't know how I fell asleep after what happened or how long I have been asleep. I just suddenly had this urge to wake up. When I opened my eyes, I'm in a completely different room, lying on the bed. I looked down and noticed I'm no longer in my pajamas but in a satin red nightgown. I shivered when I felt a breeze bellow.

Am I not wearing anything underneath!

I wanted to sit up but I couldn't. My hands and legs are chained up to the bedpost, spreading apart. I struggled to get out of these restraints. My wrists and ankle are starting to hurt so I stopped and laid there.

I click my tongue in annoyance. My eyes roam around the room, observing its features. Now, I know for certain that I am back in that room. Then, that means I am in my dream again. I heard a shuffle and the left side of the bed slopes down. I turn to see a large man sitting beside me.

I blinked. I felt the heat rush to my face and throughout my body when I realized he's not wearing any clothes! My mouth dropped a bit and watered, images that should be censored came into mind.

He's a very sturdily built man with a very muscular physique. His crimson short hair is spiked up. A large scar is permanently residing on the left side of his face. And his turquoise eyes…. My second favorite color. Despite the lack of clothing, everything about him screams majestic. 

It's him.

I know it's him.

"Like what you see?"

It didn't occur to me that I was staring at him until he spoke up. Even his voice is so exalted. I also didn't realize that he had been looking at me as well as his huge hand slowly caressing my thigh up and down. I blushed when it registered in my mind. I didn't have time to react when he slowly crawled onto the bed to hover over me without breaking eye contact.

Looking at him up close, he's beautiful.

I was so mesmerized by him that I flinched when I felt his rough hand cup my face, his thumb caressing my dried lips so tenderly. I unconsciously pulled my chained hands, snapping me out of my daze, instant trying to get away from him. My breath hitch when he leaned down close to my face. I could feel his breath tickling my skin as well as the warmth from his body. I could smell the heavy scent of burnt. Of what, I don't know.

"Who are you?" I managed to ask a question which he ignored or just didn't want to answer.

His expression turns sour. "Why did you let that runt touch you?" His deep voice demanded, "Who gave him permission to touch what's mine!" He grabbed my face with one hand harshly.

My eyes widened and I gasped when his eyes glowed red and he slowly changed. His skin turning dark red, canine sticking out of his mouth and huge horns growing out of his head. No longer is the handsome man I'm looking at, instead it's the incarnation of the devil I see.

His grip on me tightens, making me yelp. A couple of his sharp nails pressing into my skin. I teared up.

He turns my head to the side, exposing my neck. He looks at the bite mark on my neck. He smirks before licking me and letting go of my face. He pulled away, kneeled with me in between his legs. I saw his cock dangling, I couldn't stop myself from looking.

I blush, surprised and terrified. He's huge!

I wanted to yell at him to let me go or at least, try to call out for help. But no words came out of my mouth. 

His hand reaches for the hem of the gown, this got me to look at him smirking as he slowly and teasingly raises the cloth up. The feeling of the silky fabric brushes my skin, making me shiver. He rested the cloth above my chest, exposing all of me for his eyes to feast on. He licks his lips.

I want to cover myself up but I forgot, I'm still chained up. I look away, attempting to hide my embarrassment, tears flowing down. I wanna dig myself a hole and bury myself! I was never confident with my body shape and having someone — can I evenly call him "someone" when he looks demonic — look at my body…. It's the worst feeling. I sob there, silently wishing, begging for this nightmare to be over.

"Beautiful."

Huh?

I felt his large rough hands roam my body. I had to stop myself from moaning and perking up when his thumbs brushed both my nipples. Biting the insides of my mouth, I refrain myself from reacting to his touch. I clench my fists and my toes curl when he pinches and rubs them. I feel painfully hot inside.

He taunted, "You're loving this, aren't you." It's not a question but a statement. I grunt and he seems to enjoy it as his smirk widens. "You like getting riled up and being played like this. My ember, how I've longed for this, to have you in my grasp and under me." He stops touching my body to cup my face with both hands, placing his lips against mine. I unknowingly opened my mouth for his tongue to enter and explore my mouth, making me close my eyes and whimper and unknowingly submitting to his dominance.

His large body pressing against mine, heat radiating more from him. My heart accelerates as he pulls away. I opened my eyes, his eyes returned to turquoise while his physique remained. I was breathing heavily, and I couldn't think straight. Just what the hell am I doing! Why am I letting him have his way with me and worst, I liked it!

I forced myself to turn away to gasp for air, it was getting difficult for me to breath. He kisses me on the cheek, then on my neck. He continues to leave a trail of kisses down to my chest. I watched him in a daze giving each of my hardened nipples wet kisses before latching on one while pinching and rubbing and twisting the other. I arch my back at the sensation letting out a loud moan, feeling lust and pleasure rushing through my body. When he's done, he gives the other the same treatment.

This is so intense!

I feel his tongue swirling around my nipple, making me wail, saliva drooling down my mouth. I could see the puff of heated air as I breathed heavily from this heated moment. I unintentionally rock my hips, rubbing against him. I could feel the tension in my lower part. I groped the chains tight.

He stopped, making me fall into the bed and out of breath. My vision is becoming blurry but I can still make out things. He hovered over me, his face close to mine. One hand is beside my head for support and the other caressing my hips.

"Keep your eyes on me." He strictly instructed, making me look at him. He moved his hand to grip my throbbing manhood. I hitched at the skin contact but kept eye-contact with him. His hand began to move up and down, slow at first, then he quickens the pace. I groan, pulling on the chains in an attempt to cover my face which is unsuccessful. It appears he didn't like it as he gave me a disapproving look, making me stop what I'm trying to do. He tightened his hold on my dick while still giving me the handjob. I cried out. "Don't move your hands or I will make you regret it, do you understand?"

I was already a moaning mess and breathing heavily and not thinking straight that I just shake my head up and down to whatever he's saying.

"Words, Eren." he reproached, looking displeased. "Use your words."

"Yes, I understand!" I manage to shout in between breaths. At this point, I'm surprised I maintain my eyes on him. I clench my teeth as I feel I'm nearing climax. He abruptly stopped stroking me, making me look down and whine aloud. His hand is still holding my cock. I glared at him with teary eyes.

He humphed, unimpressed. "Beg." He commanded, displaying his authority. He rubs the tip of my cock, liquid flowing out, building up more tension in my crotch.

I swallowed a lump as well as my pride. "Please…." I begged with trembling lips and tears trickled down which he licked away gingerly. "It hurts. Please let me come."

He grinned as if this is his victory, this must have satisfied him greatly. Without warning, he moved his hand, stroking me again hard and fast. I howled at the top of my lungs, unable to take this unbearable pleasure any longer. Eyes closed tight, I thrash side to side, the sounds of the chain clanging blends with my cries. The knots in my stomach tightens as I feel it. I screech in immense pleasure as I release white substance from my private, oozing down to his hand. My body relaxes down to the bed, feeling drowsy.

He frees my manhood and brings up his sticky hand, showing it to me. His eyes looked on my tired ones, he licked his hand clean of my cum.

I'm starting to lose consciousness.

"Remember this feeling the next time you let some fucking wimp touch you." He warns in a whisper right next to my ear. "They can never give you such rapture. Only I can make you feel that and so much more. Remember that, my ember." He kissed me on the lips once again before sleep fully took over. But not before I heard a bark to which he cursed, then a whimper.

[end dream]

Eren was awakened by the blinding light phasing through his thin curtains. Rolling over the bed, he groans. He still feels drowsy and he must have been moving in his sleep since he felt aches all over his body. He wanted to go back to his slumber just when his phone alarms, telling him that it's 7:30 and it's time for him to get up.

He needed to prepare breakfast for himself and Camille, so he forced himself up the bed.

In the kitchen, he made Camille's food first then his. Tearing a pouch of dog food open, Eren looks around, expecting for Camille to come running to him excitedly jumping for her food. He noticed, it's strange. Camille usually would be by his side but today, he didn't see her when he woke up.

"Camille?" Eren called out for her. No barking, just silence.

Deciding to look for her, he leaves the kitchen. He looked around the house, checking every possible place she could be hiding while continuing to call out her name. He even checked Rin and Usami's rooms and she wasn't in either room.

Checking his room, he called for her again. "Camille! Come here girl, it's time for breakfast."

Still nothing.

He was about to leave when he noticed something furry sticking out from under his bed. He can't see what it is, the rim of his blanket hangs over it which covers most of whatever it is. Eren knelt down to closely examine the fur, it's similar to Camille's. He lifts up the blanket.

Tears are forming as Eren is suddenly overcome with intense emotion.

Eren found the motionless body of his furry friend.