Attack on Titan Fanfiction – A Night to Remember: Chapter 2

The Preparation

“…anal sex.” Mikasa almost choked out the words.  

“Ah!” was Hange’s enthusiastic response. “You can say that out loud here, no need to worry. No one’s listening. I make sure to sweep the entire lab for bugs every morning! So far there’ve been no attempts to wire this place with hidden hearing devices. Maybe because they know I’ll eventually find out exactly who did it! Would you like a demonstration later on of my latest bug detector scanner? I built it all by myself, from scratch!”

Mikasa shook her head and continued to whisper, “I couldn’t ask anyone in the corps because they’ll make fun of me…tease me…demand to know how it went…won’t let it go until I give all the gory details…you know how soldiers can bedevil each other sometimes. Armin’s away and I have only you to help me…”

Hange cut to the chase. “By anal sex you mean anal intercourse with Jean penetrating?” they clarified.

Mikasa nodded, blushing, twisting her fingers on her lap, eyes downcast. 

Hange was surprised by the revelation: by “wild” they’d expected some kind of exotic fetish thing that no one has yet heard of. But anal intercourse? Jeankasa was such a cute, sweet couple, Hange thought, downright bemused. 

“Now, let me assure you that I know all about anal everything, so you can ask me anything!” Hange said kindly, before quipping, “Not to brag, but I think I’m more of an expert than Armin, because while he may know the human way, I’ve studied the ways of all kinds of species!”

Mikasa gave them a mortified look. “I only want to hear about the human way…,” she whispered.

“Alright then, what is your issue with anal intercourse, good woman? Tell me what you need to know!” 

“I…it’s just that, the butt is so filthy…it’s dirty and it smells and…why would a man be interested in…going inside it…,” Mikasa managed to say, staring at her boots, unable to meet Hange’s gaze.

Hange couldn’t help but smile. Mikasa was such an enigma: their best fighter, second only to Levi in terms of raw combat skills. When it came to weapons and military technology she learned, absorbed and applied the latest information the way a thirsty man downed a glass of water. But as a woman she was quiet the conservative, Hange surmised, the blushing bride-type who was a virgin on her marriage bed, the good wife and textbook monogamist who was happy and content with normal, basic, penis-in-vagina intercourse with her husband. Well, obviously she loved Jean enough to consider his wish for his penis being inside a hole other than her vagina. A game wife was the best wife, Hange thought.

The resident genius were enjoying themselves, noting the outright difference between Mikasa’s personas: the public “I’m a Marine and no one fucks with a Marine” mode she put on at work was honestly cold and very scary, especially when she was armed. Yet this private persona, something she was giving Hange a glimpse of this afternoon, was the polar opposite: here she was, knees together, hands clasped demurely over them, her face furtively glancing at Hange with wide, abashed eyes, cheeks flaming until they could color no more. How pretty! Jean must be having the time of his life with this one, Hange deduced. 

“First things first, let me find my boy and girl,” Hange mutters as they dig through piles of stuff on the floor, then proceed to bang on cabinets and open boxes. Finally they exclaim exultantly, “Aha! Found them!”

They prop up on the desk a life-sized, anatomical model of the male torso, cut in half with all its innards showing. Next to it they prop up the female version. Hange was about to go full lecture mode. “Before we proceed, let me just give a quick answer to your question. Why would a male want anal intercourse with a female? Well, as you can see in this model, the pelvic muscles of the vagina are right around here, and the anal sphincters are over here. Guess which ones are usually tighter?”

“The anal muscles, I guess,” Mikasa answers, reluctantly.

“There you go! Some males enjoy the greater pressure applied to the penis. Also, there are the psychological factors: dominance, heightened excitement due to infrequency of such intercourse, the lure of the forbidden.”

Mikasa nods, staring at Hange, not knowing what to say.

“Now, let us proceed! The anus is the final component of the gastrointestinal tract, and directly continues from the rectum,” Hange begins, launching into a rather long and clinical lecture on the human anatomy, from the digestive system to the differences between the male and female genitalia. They seemed quite cheerful about the whole matter. And then they proceed to the history of anal sex, going back to two thousand years. 

“To sum it up, in plain language, males have prostate glands, found right around here,” Hange said, pointing to the model torso. “The prostate when stimulated gives a pleasurable feeling to a male, making anal penetration a preference for some. These males report that a prostate-induced orgasm is more intense than a penile-stimulated one. Results vary. Females, however, don’t have a prostate, but that might be a good thing because they can’t have prostate cancer. They do get ovarian cancer, however, so…”

“Please, Hange, let’s not talk about cancer!”

“Ah, my apologies. Where was I? Oh, the prostate. So, while females may not have a prostate, there are ways to make anal intercourse pleasurable for both parties. There is an abundance of nerve endings in the anal region. The clitoris may be indirectly stimulated through anal penetration because of shared sensory nerves, right around here,” Hange continued, pointing at the model torso. “Well, I’m quite certain Jean will know how to make it pleasurable for you. I’ll bet a barrel of gunpowder that he’s experienced on the matter, both penetrative and receptive.”

“But won’t the anus tear during penetration? I mean, it’s so small…” Mikasa was still in her whispering mode. She was looking so mortified Hange wanted to laugh and pat her on the head.

“Each person’s sphincter muscles react differently to penetration, but in general, sphincter tissues are prone to tearing. You need to take your time, receive plenty of oral and manual stimulation, and be very generous with the lubricant, because the rectum, while elastic, doesn’t produce any lubrication.”

“It still feels…dirty…I’ll make sure my bowel is empty, but isn’t there a way to clean it?”

“Here comes the fun part!” Hange replied gleefully. “First we start with the physical preparation!” After rummaging inside some of the hundreds of drawers that lined the walls, they produce, with theatrical flourish, a strange-looking device. “Presenting…,” they say with great aplomb, “the solution to your fears!” Hange then launches into a lecture on enemas, starting from their purported applications way back in centuries long past. 

Mikasa stares at the device with trepidation. But Hange’s enthusiasm was infectious. Feeling clean down there would solve half her issues with anal sex. But there was one more thing.

“It’s just really hard to imagine, Hange,” she began. “Jean is…big…really big…when he’s erect…” Again, that blushing making her cheeks turn red as apples. “Not that I have anyone to compare him with…per se…but I mean…in general terms…”

My god, she’s adorable! Hange thought, thoroughly amused. “How big?” they ask curiously.

Mikasa gestures with her hands, “Like this…”

This time it was Hange’s turn to stare at her open-mouthed. Wow. Lucky girl. Now they finally know the real reason others called Jean a stallion. Hange clears their throat. “That’s impressive, but it shouldn’t be a problem, as long as you prepare well, the way I described earlier. You need to take your time, go very slowly, use plenty of lubrication. Also, you mustn’t force yourself to do it all in one go if you ever become uncomfortable; you could always break it down in stages.”

“The very thought of it is scary,” Mikasa admitted. “I’d rather kill titans…”

“If it makes you feel any better,” Hange offers, “there is such a thing as anal fisting.”

“What?”

“Like this,” Hange says, making a ring with their left-hand fingers and demonstrating the motion with their right arm. 

Mikasa stares at the scientist with great alarm. “The whole thing?”

“Yep.”

“Nooooh!” was the incredulous reaction.

“Oh yes. I’ve personally had males tell me they enjoyed it. It’s hardcore, though, so I’d say only a few engage in it. I haven’t heard from any females yet, but it’s probably just my circle. I know they’re out there: females who enjoy a good anal fisting. If the anus can take a grown male’s fist then you’ll be fine with Jean’s penis. Preparation is key, next to communication.”

A week later, while she was at home preparing her husband’s birthday dinner, Mikasa contemplated on the pleasures of married life with Jean. She adored being his wife. He made her laugh a lot, listened to her whinge about whatever, and knew how to cheer her up when she was feeling low. He was kind and generous, yet he didn’t let her get away with things. With him she felt completely accepted, but it didn’t make her complacent. “You make me want to become a better man,” he’d told her once. It works both ways, Mikasa thought. With you I want to become a better woman.

As she heated the skillet she reflected on what she liked best about domestic bliss, about coupledom. It had to be the mundane conversations they had. Sure, they talked a lot about work because they were both high-ranking officers in their military and protecting Paradis was their whole reason for being. But it was the humdrum chitchats they had–about stuff so banal they wouldn’t tell others–that Mikasa loved the most.

Jean liked to come home with a new joke to tell her. “Where do rabbits learn to fly?” he’d ask. “I don’t know, where?” she’d reply. “In the hare force!” And they’d laugh together at the silliness of it. 

“Can you see my split ends from where you are?” Mikasa asked one day, grabbing a handful of her own hair and peering at them under a light bulb. “Nope, can’t see them at all,” he replied. They went on to have a meaningless conversation about soap-based shampoo and aloe vera conditioning.

“Do you think I should just shave it off?” Jean asked her one day, looking at the mirror and touching his chin strap-style beard. “No, your beard is fine, I like it,” Mikasa answered. “You should’ve seen the Lugan diplomat whose ship we escorted the other day, he had a mustache like this,” she said, sketching on her notebook. “You think that’s over the top? The Phanisan journalist who visited the Navy HQ last week had sideburns like this,” Jean said, drawing on her notebook. They giggle, entertaining each other by sketching all the different types of beards they had seen in their lifetime. 

“I stubbed my thumb,” she said one day, holding the injured finger out for Jean to see. “Poor baby,” he said, kissing the thumb. They were on the couch reading books, and the whole time he massaged her thumb gently with his fingers. The following day he asked if her thumb was feeling better. It was sweet how he remembered these little things about her.

It really was all about the little things: The way she could brew him the perfect cup of coffee because she knew exactly how he liked it, and the way he’d bring her the perfect cup of tea because he knew the blend and strength she liked. Mixing cocktails, cooking eggs, even the burn level of the toast for breakfast, small daily stuff where they could do it just so for each other.

And then there was the sex. Oh my! She absolutely loved it. It was one of the things that bound them to each other: the spectacular sex. “I love being in bed with you,” she said to him once. “That’s because we’re compatible in every way,” he replied. And it was true. Sex with Jean was always something she looked forward to, something that excited her, the perfect way to communicate their feelings for each other. Their jobs made it so that they were apart a lot, but even then they fantasized about one other. Thank the gods for their excellent aides, Corey Feldman and Layla Graf, who put their heads together and did their best to schedule the couple’s sea duty, land tour and monthly leave so that they could see each other as much as possible. 

Even after a fight–Mikasa and Jean did have fights like any other couple–they always found each other in bed, getting back together again, reconciling their differences, making compromises, becoming stronger, more steadfast, more resilient, more loving. She’d been so content with their sex life that it shocked her when he asked for anal sex. 

“I just thought my mouth and vagina would be enough,” she confessed to Hange, finally admitting that it wasn’t merely the “filthy” butt that bothered her, it was also the feeling that her other holes weren’t satisfying him adequately. 

“Variety is the spice of life, Mikasa,” Hange had told her. “I think it has little to do with inadequacy or dissatisfaction, not for a young couple like you with a very active sex life. Exploring and being adventurous is what makes a relationship exciting, don’t you think? The husband wants to explore every hole in his wife’s body–I think it’s perfectly natural. As long as you don’t rush it, you may actually learn to enjoy it.”

Hange was a total treasure. A national treasure, Mikasa thought. Despite their eccentricities and freakish encyclopedic knowledge and the way they vacillated between self-confidence and self-doubt, when it came to understanding human beings their sensibilities were unrivaled. 

“I’m sorry for talking about mundane stuff when a war is looming,” she told Hange before she left the lab. “I know I should only be thinking about national security and armament and mobilization and training…”

The scientist snorted loudly, “Um, no, you shouldn’t! If that’s all you think about, I can guarantee you’ll go insane. I think it’s precisely because a war is looming that we should all of us look at the people we love, and treasure each moment we have with them, and think of ways we can make them happy while we are still alive on this planet. We’re not fighting machines. We fight better when we are trying to protect those we love. Because in the end, love is all we have that makes us human, don’t you think?” Hange replied, facing the freshwater aquarium, her back turned to the major.

Mikasa stood up and wrapped her arms around Hange, hugging them from behind, the way Hange hugged her on that fateful day on a roof in Shiganshina, when they fought over whose life was worth saving: Armin’s or Erwin’s. 

“Thank you, Hange, thank you for always being there for me, for us. Jean and I really love you, you know,” were Mikasa’s heartfelt words.

This time it was Hange’s turn to be embarrassed. “Well now, off you go, the Marines are waiting for their hellacious leader.” Earlier Mikasa had told them about a night fire exercises with multiple grenade systems training the Marines had scheduled that day. 

That was a week ago, and now Mikasa was on leave and Jean, too, would be home soon, for their precious weekend together. Tonight was his birthday, the big day. Last night Mikasa made sure the sex was as soft and vanilla as could be, to contrast with and enhance the novelty of what she had prepared for tonight.

Thank you so much for reading! Please take a moment to share a thought or two in the comment section below. Your comments give me life and are a real source of encouragement. xoxo, hana

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