Matthew struggled and fought as he was dragged out of the van by two orderlies to the dark, pointed building veiled by fog; the drizzle of freezing rain showing only under the flickering lamp light post. A boisterous clap of thunder following a nearby lightning strike accented the rain coming down and soaking Matthew's hair and clothes. "Fucking let go of me! Let go!" he yelled, writhing in their grip. They pushed open the gate, leading him up the steps to the heavy metal doors.
A tall, broad-shouldered Russian waited at the door with a small smile lit with the sharp, cold bolt of lightning that, in a brief moment, outlined the grand stone structure of the castle converted asylum just in time for the new prisoner to be forcefully ushered in. "This way" the thickly accented voice finally spoke to the two men struggling to control the feisty man as Ivan led them through the corridors to an empty cell.
That harrowing smile unnerved the blond to a frightening degree, sending a shiver up his spine, though he continued to struggle all the way down the halls before being thrown into the cell, door slammed behind him. He groaned and coughed before getting up and gripping the bars, banging on them, "Let me the fuck out of here, you freaks! LET ME OUT!" His voice echoed through the empty hall.
"Freaks? How rude" Ivan stepped up to the bars as the officers walked away with no regard to the angry words, they had heard far worse from people far less sound and easily strolled out of the building immersed in their own conversation; rumors of the prison's reputation barely concealed behind their lips until they were well on their way and safe, just in case the rumors were true.
"Don't worry little one, we will fix you and your pretty mouth with time" Ivan's grin widened at the prospect of a new toy. "I hope you aren't too attached to your tongue" he giggled childishly, sounding odd with the baritone voice just seconds before.
"Fuck you" Matthew spat as he glared at Ivan, jumping at him, "you come near my mouth I'll bite your fingers off."
A long finger, strangely graceful, brushed against the edge of Matthew's jaw for the barest moment before drawing back as the blond snapped at him. Another chuckle "We will train you out of that and have so much fun doing it" Ivan purred as he strolled away, content with the antagonism to his newest charge for the moment.
The snarling blond glared after the strange man, though his attention was soon averted by a small gasp in the corner of the darkness from the next cell over. He quickly turned his head and was met with a ghostly white face and gleaming red eyes pushed against the bars, a sickly yellow glow illuminating the slender, malnourished complexion and sunken features. "Oh my god…you…you're real…" Matthew's eyes widened as he jumped back, clutching the wall. His grip loosened as he stared, realizing the one in front of him was not an apparition…and not able to reach him. It was a man, seemingly younger than himself by a few years. Matthew knew a crazy when he saw one—and this boy certainly fit the description. "Wh-whatcha got there…" he swallowed hard as he gazed down at the small silver object in his hand.
The boy cocked his brow, tilting his head, but soon understood, "Oh! you mean my lighter!" He held it up for Matthew to see, "Dr. Braginsky let me keep it—don't worry…it is preetty low so I couldn't use it to hurt…ah just—something keeping the dark away…ah—but this is very exciting—I never get to have roommates… Doctor says they make me misbehave—but he must trust you—I'm glad! We'll be such good friends…you will be my friend, right?" the bright crimson eyes blinked up at Matthew.
Ivan strolled along the cold stone hallways, the symphony of screams, groans, and mumbled moans, more relaxing than any traditional music. He spoke with a few of his patients, his personal favourites, promising them that they would be having plenty of fun very soon and updated the records when he finally reached his office. Ivan would have plenty more to add as observations came in about his newest charge and his oldest. Gilbert had been so feisty and fun at first, helping Ivan learn and stretch the power that came with being a doctor in such a facility. After years of advanced treatment however, Gilbert had lost a lot of the thrill he had to work with and was shoved in a cell and left as more and more patients came in. Ivan hoped that setting up the bold blond with Gilbert would add some kindling to his fading flame and make his job more interesting than ever.
The ruby-eyed boy's smile widened as his face lit up, "Ahh you will? Really?!" he grinned, nearly bouncing with excitement.
Matthew started to relax from clutching the wall, slowly realizing he had nothing to be afraid of, "Ah…yeah…?"
The more Ivan thought about Gilbert and their expansive history together, the more he wondered if it was best to hand him Matthew so easily 'But…they are separated and…' he started to think with a smooth little smile 'if he can show the newbie some of the wonderful talents at his disposal it would all be worth it and he could get another toy out of it.'
The boy gripped the bars, "Hell yes! Now we can—ah all we have to do is…get Iv—ah Dr. Braginsky to move me into your cell…then we can be real roommates…"
His ruby eyes glimmered with a darkness unseen to the blond who nervously replied "Okay…"
The Russian strolled back along the hallway that had been occupying his thoughts predominately, cutting his rounds short in favour of entertaining himself and checking on his charges. "Matvei~" Ivan sing-songed "have you been settling in?" he inquired as he watched Matthew and the glimpses he could see of Gilbert closely.
Before Matthew could give a snide remark, Gilbert interjected excitedly, "We're friends, Doctor! He is my friend!" He tried to grab Matthew to pull him into a hug through the bars before the other moved away back toward the wall.
"My little rabbit is already making friends? Well I hope you have been treating him well" Ivan said cheerfully though there was a hint of warning barely revealed as his words flowed forth in his thick accent.
Matthew cocked his brow at the subtly strange tint in Ivan's tone. He glanced at Gilbert and then back at Ivan.
Gilbert kneeled, moving towards Ivan up to the bars, "Doctor…you know that I would never disobey you…" The ruby eyes blinked up innocently at Ivan, though the tone in the seemingly naïve voice was tainted with lust and deceit.
The ashen blond lowered his gaze to follow the pleasing movements. He treated the man to a light caress down his cheek, ending at his chin to tilt his head up further and meet his eyes. Ivan saw the lust there, plain as the red it was born in, and it caused his smile to widen "Behave well and I will answer your desires" he promised, brushing the slightly chapped lips with his thumb as he pulled away.
Gilbert leaned, needy, into the touch with a desperate little whimper at the doctor's tender caress. It had been so long. "…Y-yes, Vanya…" The answer sounded like the man was in a trance, as he batted his lashes at the Russian, snow-pallid face tinted a pink with his spreading arousal.
Matthew gave a strange look at the doctor and his 'rabbit', looking between the two for a few moments before going into a coughing fit. He coughed harder, body shaking gently but increasingly more violent as he felt a smoky, thick as fluid, substance filling his eyes, nose, and mouth; cold and dark, as he choked on it, trying to reject it from his body.
After several minutes of flailing on the ground and holding his throat, he felt the substance squeeze and compress his organs before pouring up out of the same orifices it had entered, leaving the boy gasping and panting for breath, wide-eyed on the hard floor.
Gilbert blinked, he and Ivan staring bewildered, since it merely looked like Matthew was having a fit, as they had not seen the substance, only the blond 's reactions.
Ivan narrowed his eyes at the interruption of the devotion shown by his pet but as Matthew's movements grew more frenzied Ivan grew more intrigued. He studied the curious movements blatantly as the young man dropped to the floor, clawing at himself and the stone floor. The Russian recognized the obvious signs of choking but did not throw himself into the enclosed space, self-preservation and previous experiences dictating that he wait until equally obvious signs of unconsciousness but eventually the writhing body calmed. "Matthew, describe what happened" Ivan spoke as the man finally regained his breath.
'What the hell…' the horrified blond thought to himself as he scrambled up from the floor, legs and arms shaking. "D-did…did you not just see that black stuff choking me?" he asked, glaring at the Russian.
"Perhaps" Ivan answered, taking an ambiguous road "describe it to me."
Matthew started to become more irritated, "If you saw it, why the fuck does it need to be described to you…"
"I want to know how you describe it" Ivan emphasized, eyes narrowing at the vulgar defiance before he suddenly smiled "I have to record it in your words on your observation papers."
"This cold shadow like—like a liquid, like water, like it had a mind of its own—and it was in my mouth, my nose, my eyes, pouring in—like I was drowning but…I felt like…like something was…possessing me…" he started trailing off growing quieter with each word as he realized how insane he sounded.
Ivan tilted his head as the odd man continued but, the oddest concept was…this wasn't the first time Ivan had heard such a thing. The ashen blond nodded, strangely quiet and respectable "I'll record it" he said simply and dismissed himself to do just that and review the decades old file that held similar comments that had long turned into rumor and legend.
Gilbert spoke up, "Doctor Braginsky! Please put Mattie in here with me…" He glanced at the blond with a smile, and then back up at the doctor.
Matthew coughed, hitting his chest, "I need some medicine or something…my chest hurts…throat too…" he added.
He paused with a soft sigh at the interruption to his mussing but he saw an opportunity in this. He walked back to the set of cells and, keys in hand, offered a little deal "I will move you into his room if you tell me the moment there is another attack." He knew it would be far easier to move the compliant and needy albino rather than the winded but aggressive blond.
Gilbert nodded, "I will tell you, Doctor—but it won't happen since he will be with me! I will protect him" the albino German smiled naively at Matthew.
"Whatever, just…I need some water or something…" he coughed a bit more.
"Of course" Ivan agreed giving Gilbert a nod and unlocking the door to his cell and beckoning him forth. A sliver of him mind wanted to lead him away to play like they used to, it had been far too long, but he had more important things to do. "I will get you a drink and check back later to see if the pain continues then will look into medication" he explained to Matthew as he opened his room as well, firmly guiding Gilbert in.
Matthew flinched at the sudden tight grip and embrace he was forced into, as the German rocked him from side to side, "Danke, Vanya! I will take good care of him…" he smiled in a promise, though his fingers, unbeknownst to Ivan, were crossed behind Matthew's back. He was going to ruin the little blond that reeked of virginity…a scent he hadn't had in his nostrils since his little brunet plaything was…confiscated. 'Poor Toris…' Gilbert smirked to himself, 'just couldn't keep up…' but he mused the blond would certainly be able to…once the German got him going. But he knew he would have to make him keep it secret; Ivan would be furious if he found out.
"Remember your place little rabbit" Ivan warned, regarding the enthusiasm knowingly "I will be watching and I will not hesitate to hand out punishment" he said as he re-locked the door and Gilbert's newly emptied room as well.
Strangely as the shadows grew, Gilbert's height seemed to as well. Or perhaps Matthew was just now noticing that the seemingly small German was indeed taller than him, "Hm…little rabbit…that would be a good name for you, Mattie—" Gilbert gasped, "oh! Little Bunny…Mattie Bunny! I like that…it's a good name for you…do you like it, Vanya?"
Ivan appraised Matthew for a moment, taking in his behaviour and chatty aggression. He hummed in thought "I enjoy the thought of him as a bird" he smiled "one that has yet to have he wings clipped completely" he chuckled.
Matthew felt a shudder spill through him, rippling to his bones with the dark, deep laugh from the Russian, and the wild look in the calm violet eyes.
Gilbert grinned, fluffing and petting his hair, as the other tried to escape his grasp, "Ah! Perfect—birdie…what kind of birdie…?" He gasped, "Oh! Dove! Mattie is a dove…" He smiled, petting him slowly, as if he was a small animal "Pretty little dove…"
He couldn't resist the slightest lick of his lips at the shudder and barely hidden fear "Another time little pets" he purred as he turned his back, in a considerably better mood than minutes prior but he still had plenty of things to record and research.
Matthew's eyes widened as they became enveloped by the darkness once again.
"Dove…" Gilbert shivered, "I'm cold…may I have your shirt…?"
Ivan quickly became reabsorbed by his thoughts though he knew that Gilbert, as fast as he worked when he put his mind to it, was likely already working to seduce the younger man. The doctor would love to rip them apart and show them who they belonged to but he kept his mind more or less focused on a greater objective.
Though he seemed like brute, given the current circumstances and surroundings, Matthew was as thoughtful and compassionate as he was attractive. He sighed, shedding the shirt as he lifted it over head, "Here you g—" Before he could finish, Gilbert had grabbed him, trapping his arms in the sleeves of the shirt, pinning him against the wall, kissing him deeply as he roughly stripped his lower half, but left his boxers, only concerned with getting a clear message across to Matthew for the moment.
The experienced doctor absently recognized the sound of a body, given the resonance, hitting the bars of the cell but he knew that Gilbert was up to his infamous antics; the rabbit had teeth just as any creature did.
He finally reached his office and immediately got to work to find the borderline ancient file that was kept in layers and layers of secrecy that even Ivan was not supposed to have access to; he simply hid his trail very well.
Matthew panted breathlessly when the kiss was finally broken, a wet strand drizzling down his chin while Gilbert watched his chest and abdominal expand and compress with every quick, heavy breath.
The look in those light blues nearly made him jump the blond, but he contained himself for the moment—he wanted him…he truly did. Just to know that was more than enough, but seeing his little bird so desperate…it couldn't even begin to assuage the rabbit. "Tell me…you want more…" he panted, looking up at Matthew, who kept silent, save for his labored breaths nearly out of synch with his cellmate's in the darkness and quiet of the room.
It took only minutes to record Matthew's words and actions even as Ivan tried to note every detail before and after, unsure of what would prove to be significant with time. As time passed, the ticking of his watch seemingly growing in volume, he became increasingly more aware of thoughts of his pets' behaviours, knowing Gilbert well enough to be assured that they had passed the simple hugging he had witnessed. As the thoughts grew so did his interest, curiosity, and his displeasure with the disobedience he knew was occurring.
Gilbert's lips twisted in a trembling frown as his brow furrowed with a certain feeling of fret brewing in his chest. He pressed himself up against the blond, chest against Matthew's as his breaths fell hard and heavy on his neck, "Tell me…you want me…"
Matthew turned his face away, keeping his silence.
Gilbert scowled, a noise of exasperation coming out of him. He grabbed Matthew's face in his hand, forcing him to look at him, "Tell me…" he demanded, though his eyes nearly begged the blond.
But Matthew's eyes shifted to the wall behind him as he remained silent.
"Tell me" Ivan enunciated; eyes narrowed and venomous towards his favourite plaything; taking a kernel of pleasure from Matthew's quiet, though obvious, refusal of his forceful advances.
Matthew shivered as he stifled low moans while Gilbert moved his mouth to suck his neck, tongue trailing up it through the dip of his throat.
"I knew it…now… Tell me you want me…" he breathed, harsh, hot breaths and hard bites against the damp skin.
Matthew's voice came out in a low trembling whisper, "We…can't…"
Gilbert bit down harder, glancing up at Matthew as he elicited a louder moan from the blond. He couldn't help a slight smirk, but it could not be seen in the darkness of the room. "Screw him…" he whispered against his ear, "you are mine—my bird…so tell me what I want to hear…please, Mattie, I can be yours as well…if you just tell me…I will fulfill you…" Gilbert was begging now, a please tumbling from his lips between every nip and kiss, hotter and heavier with each one, earning him more moans from the slowly crumbling blond.
Ivan restrained the growl that threatened to bubble forth but he did act, stepping into the room with the barest jingle of keys and ripping the two apart; he would not be ignored. He kept Matthew pinned to the wall with the twisted shirt binding his arms and a knee braced between the blond's legs while Gilbert was throw across the room to the floor. "So desperate that you will fuck anyone, with or without a pulse" Ivan spat "but my dove is quite a prize" he turned his violet eyes on the blushing man, admiring him for just a moment and eyeing the slowly darkening marks scattered along both sides of the man's neck. "I will punish you for your actions and each and every one of the marks covering him" he explained with callous calmness.
Gilbert panted, a pained cry coming from him as he pulled himself up, grunting, "Vanya…that…that's not fair…" he almost whined like a spoiled child used to having his way. "Mattie wants me too…h-he said it…" the albino insisted feverishly, desperately, "Mattie, please…Mattie, tell him!"
Matthew didn't speak, looking away from Gilbert as he panted harder, heart fluttering rapidly against his throat as if about to burst out of it.
"You haven't earned anything" Ivan growled "and if the pretty dove wants anything then I can more than grant his desires" he purred, admiring the strong pulse he could barely see through the young man's neck.
Matthew swallowed hard, eyes glancing at Ivan and unable to look away from the violets studying his form. "Ah…I-I…" his voice surprised him with broken and quiet it was and how much it was cracking.
Gilbert's heart nearly shattered, "Mattie…!" his gaze turned on Ivan, full of resentment for the doctor, "I won't let you take him from me." He growled low and charged at him, tackling him to the hard floor, arm against his throat, "He…is mine…" He grunted, pressing down harder as he grit his teeth, "I have earned him!"
Ivan smirked wildly, bucking Gilbert off of him and pinning him to the floor, stretching the man out under him "You were being so well behaved for me. You have earned reward from me and me alone. Matvei just arrived and you have done nothing but assault him" Ivan explained as he ground down; the violence exciting him.
Gilbert let out an agonized gasp at the crushing weight, eyes widening, "No—he liked it! He wanted me! He did!" He glanced at Mattie, whose cheeks and exposed chest and stomach blossomed with red as he shut his eyes. Gilbert looked back at Ivan, "The only thing holding him back was you" he struggled beneath him, writhing in the taut grasp.
The Russian lined up their groins, thrusting and grinding in rhythm "I tore you two apart to give him a chance to speak without your tongue down his throat."
Gilbert's growls and grunts faded into groans and soon trembling moans as his aggression hesitantly wavered.
And then Matthew spoke up, "I-I liked it…" he said, voice resonating off the hollow walls and back to him. His heart thudding harder in his throat as he captured the doctor's attention once more.
Gilbert's face lit up, "Mattie?" he looked at him with relief and gratitude in his expression.
Ivan didn't pause in his actions even as he looked over his shoulder towards Matthew with a lustful, predatory smile "The little dove is not so innocent…" He bent low, pinning Gilbert's cheek to the cold concrete to avoid the bared teeth "Keep still and be rewarded. Move and I will have you torn apart and left desperate in the next cell" Ivan purred for the albino's ear alone. He released him, standing and closing the distance between him and Matthew to tilt his nervous head up and whisper another deal, this one just for Matthew "Play nicely for me and I will give you information on the smoke…" He trailed off with a nibble of the lobe, he was not above using information to his advantage though he was far less relinquishing with it than he was with simple pleasure and punishment. He would have far preferred using one of those but he knew too little about the blond to know what to reward or torture the young man with.
Matthew pulled away from his mouth, "You…you knew…what the fuck that shit was…" He glared at him venomously, "You think…you can just control me…because you have information I want…? Seriously—fuck you" he spat, voice still mildly shaky but much clearer and more confident with his returning aggression and anger "you are no doctor—doctors help people…make them better…" He glanced at Gilbert still obediently lying on the floor, but watching the two warily, and then looked back at Ivan, light blue eyes tapering, "You are nothing but a manipulative coward…craving submission from and power over the helpless…you're pathetic…and you have no power over me…" The blond scowled, softly glowing eyes locked with Ivan's. He thought he had the man pegged…but he didn't know how wrong he truly was.
Even Gilbert's eyes widened as he made a move to get up and protect Matthew but quickly resumed his lying position.
The ashen blond frowned and pulled away, keeping an eye out for Gilbert after hearing the slight rustling. He sighed "It was something I had long forgotten about but you gave me a sliver of information that I was able to utilize" he explained blandly. "I am certainly manipulative and talented at it but I am no coward" Ivan turned his back and returned to Gilbert with a smile "I simply get off on submission from those like you and my sweet little rabbit." He knelt on the floor and joined their lips in a deceptively gentle kiss "Those who still have so much passion and fire" he deepened the kiss "thank you for rekindling his flame but know that it will always burn for me." He chuckled and directed his focus on Gilbert "My precious little rabbit did so well holding himself back…" he purred as he nibbled the shell of the pale ear, still holding many piercing scars "what would you like for your reward?"
"Mattie…" Gilbert replied simply as he inhaled sharply from the sting of Ivan's teeth against the old marks and cuts.
Ivan hummed distastefully "Even when it's been so long for you and I?" He sighed "A promise is a promise" he said dismissively and stood "have your fun then, I'll return later" and with that Ivan left, mood noticeably soured but it wasn't like he couldn't have his fun elsewhere.
Gilbert sighed as the door closed, part of him reluctant to see Ivan leave, but delighted to hear his…understanding. He rushed over to Matthew, freeing his arms, pushing them back into his sleeves.
Matthew sat on the floor, straightening his clothes, after pulling away from Gilbert's grasp, "Don't" he mumbled.
Gilbert looked at him, blinking slowly, "Mattie…" he reached out for him.
"I said don't!" Matthew snapped, smacking his hand away, "I'm not…you lover, I'm not your friend…I am not your anything…just get in that fucking corner…and leave me alone" he said in shaky but low voice.
Gilbert's wide eyes widened and blurred with tears, soon an expression of anger on his face "You—you are just like all the others!" He banged his fists on the wall.
Matthew pulled his knees up to his chest, resting his head on them, his eyes becoming heavy. He could hear Gilbert's sobs off to his right side as the man crawled back over to the far corner of the cell.
There was a low thud about every few seconds as he started hitting his head against the concrete, harder every time.
A wide smirk blossomed across Ivan's face, just as hidden as the rest of him behind a corner as he listened in on the two 'That's what happens when you try to catch a bird but you will learn from this as you have with every other…only I will have you…' his thoughts trailed off with a barely audible chuckle as he continued to check on his other patients.
Matthew looked over an hour later as the thudding had continued, becoming louder smacks against the concrete. "Gilbert—hey" the blond called softly to the German.
Gilbert continued without a word as he sobbed between each hit.
Matthew worried at the sickening cracks he started to hear, soft heart trembling for the man as he hesitantly moved toward him, "Gilbert—stop…please, stop…you're hurting yourself…hey, Gilbert…" He clasped hands on his shoulders and turned him around to face him, met with a huge bloody gash in the center of his forehead that dripped blood down his face. Matthew could see it in the dim, low light of the lighter on the floor beside him. "Fuck" he whispered, and took off his shirt, wrapping it around Gilbert's head and pulling him away from the wall, "come here…" he said gently, holding the shirt firmly against the wound as Gilbert lay by his knee.
"I…I am sorry I…f—forced…you…" he whispered, barely conscious.
Matthew looked down at the man, who he realized was much more broken than he'd initially thought. "Look…what I said before…I didn't…I didn't mean…" he paused, sighing as he rubbed the back of his own neck awkwardly, "…we can still be friends…like…without having sex…okay…?"
Gilbert just blinked up at him, as if he had no idea what he was talking about.
Matthew exhaled deeply, rubbing his forehead, "You don't…have to have sex with someone…to have a relationship with them…" he explained, placing a hand gingerly on the wrapped head. "He told you otherwise, didn't he…?" Gilbert slowly nodded. Matthew shifted to lean his back against the wall in a more relaxed position, setting Gilbert's head in his lap, "Whatever he told you…that is not true…" He shook his head, gently, lightly starting to pet his hair, if only to soothe him.
Gilbert sniffled, sobbing quietly into his stomach, "Th-thank you…" he whispered.
Matthew gave a hint of a half sad smile as he rubbed his head slowly, "Just…get some rest…" he replied, staring into the darkness straight ahead.
Hours passed and Ivan returned to check on the caustic roommates only to find them cuddled up together. Violet eyes narrowed as he walked closer, eyeing the bloody shirt on Gilbert's forehead "You both still have your clothes so I doubt you had sex, did you talk him into knocking himself unconscious?"
Matthew flipped him off, and unconsciously pulled Gilbert closer, "Back off" he nearly growled.
A little smirk started to blossom across Ivan's lips as he held his hands up and stepped closer, he just couldn't resist the defiance. "He has a libido to rival the incarnation of the sin itself, how did you manage to calm him down?" Ivan asked curiously, watching the man's movements closely.
"Opposite of the bull you've been feeding him…" the blond muttered, trying to play off the startled little recoil of his body with Ivan's forward steps. "I—I said back off" he was surprised at how terrified he was of the doctor, even his voice shook.
Ivan thought for a moment but there was still a missing piece but his primary focus shifted to Matthew's reaction "How can I stay away when you sing so sweetly and how am I supposed to know what you consider bullshit when you don't tell me" he purred.
Matthew shivered at the previous comment but focused on the latter, "Mind games don't work on me" he retorted sharply.
Gilbert shifted slightly closer in his sleep as the blond lightly rubbed his head.
"Oh?" Ivan smirked darkly "then why do you respond? I can see every little shiver and see the fear and uncertainty in your eyes" he leaned against the bars "and a little curiosity as well."
Matthew jumped, and then backed up still holding Gilbert, blue eyes widening, "G-get away from us—me…" That ominous expression spoke louder than the subtleties in every one of the Russian's words. It made the blond shudder.
"Tell me what I want to know and I'll leave you alone for the night" he reasoned, his voice deepening ever so slightly as another shudder made itself known and fed his desire. There was, however, a certain amount of concern for the lack of movement from Gilbert despite how much Matthew was moving.
Matthew shook his head, holding Gilbert closer. He swallowed hard, staring up at the Russian, with a look of defiance mingled with a slowly but surely exposed fear. "N-no…"
"You could always hand him over" Ivan glanced along Gilbert's sleeping form "it would give me a chance to make sure he is alright."
"H—he's fine—I already checked" Matthew replied quickly, keeping the albino close to him.
"That's cute but my license is not simply for show" Ivan's mood started to fall, not interested in dragging out a pointless banter. "Little dove" he said sweetly "it would be in the best interest of both of you to hand him over" he demanded calmly, no longer interested in whatever information Matthew seemed to hold so precious.
Matthew looked down at the one in his arms sleeping soundly, and then up at Ivan for a moment before his gaze again dropped to Gilbert. He looked at his gash a bit more closely, and decided Ivan was right. He shifted on his knees and picked Gilbert up with a small grunt, carrying him slowly over to the bars.
Ivan relaxed slightly as the man seemed to come to his senses, though he wouldn't drop his guard until the dozing man was in his arms. He readied the keys, opened the door and cradled him surprisingly gently with a soft, content smile. He re-locked the door and took the man to an examination room, setting him in the seat he would usually take. Ivan grabbed a towel, wetting it with warm water, and started to wipe the blood away. He licked his lips as he watched Gilbert's sleeping face before leaning in and joining their lips in a gentle kiss. "It has been too long but I will have you again very soon" he purred, barely a whisper even in the quiet room.
He finished up and tapped the man's cheek gently "Bunny" he cooed "it's time for an exam~"
Gilbert whimpered at the warm caress of familiar lips against his own but sank back into sleep as his facial muscles relaxed once more. The German soon twitched awake at the thick, dark accent through the low voice eerily calmly caressing his skin. The ruby eyes widened as the man realized he was no longer in Matthew's care.
"It's alright little one, we just need to see if you hurt yourself" Ivan trailed a single finger across the edge of his hair line, well away from the injury to avoid causing pain. He took Gilbert's hand and helped him up, leading him to the large machine just a few feet away and encouraging him to sit and stay still as he disappeared behind the control panel and started it, taking a couple of images before returning to the quiet man. "There was a lot of blood" Ivan started as he took the newly created images and looked for any abnormalities and fractures "why did you hit your head?" he asked curiously.
"M…ah…" Gilbert swallowed hard, not wanting to get Matthew in trouble.
"Mmm?" Ivan hummed as he verified that the man was fine despite the blood; likely a minor concussion and would need to be watched a bit more closely for a day or two but nothing too damaging.
"Mattie…he…" he tried his best to contain himself and keep his composure but ran into Ivan's arms, holding onto him tightly, "…y-you were right! He didn't even want me!" The hysterical German burst into tears, "He just pushed me away! I thought he cared…I thought…" He buried his face in Ivan's chest, practically begging Ivan to forgive him.
"Shh" Ivan hushed softly, returning the tight embrace and rubbing his back gently. The images fluttered to the floor silently as Ivan smiled ever so slightly "I'm sorry, I thought if I made myself the subject of his anger then you would be happy with him but I might have made things worse" he whispered. Ivan gave the man a reassuring squeeze and lifted his head to wipe his tears "As much as I enjoy our rough play, I would never hurt you like this, I want you happy" Ivan whispered, warm radiating from his gaze and coating his words like liquid silver.
"He said our relationship isn't real, Vanya…" Gilbert pouted, ruby eyes shining as he sniffled. "I should have trusted in you all along…but…" He pulled away, huffing, "you don't play with me anymore! I was rotting in that cell!" he added with a certain melodrama only the Russian could handle lightly.
Ivan pouted as Gilbert pulled away though it was obvious there was no mirth "You weren't playing with me either" his gaze softened sadly. "I thought you had grown bored of me so I gave you your space" he whispered.
Gilbert brought up the same accusation as before, refusing to truly let it go, "You took my little mouse…" He crossed his arms as he turned away, "If you were that jealous we both could have played—thought you were making it up to me with Mattie…"
"If it was only him, maybe" Ivan whispered in a huff before meeting the ruby gaze "I wanted you to be happy with Matvei but I had only just met him myself and I had no idea he would hurt you."
Gilbert's eyes widened a bit, though it went unseen by the Russian since his back was to him. He turned, "H—he didn't hurt me!" He shook his head, afraid his new cellmate (and possibly plaything) would get taken again. "I know he will come around, Vanya…he just needs persuasion…he needs love like me—your love…you saw it yourself…deep down…Mattie is just. like. me." His voice lowered to a darker tone as he locked eyes with the doctor, leaning against his ear to whisper to him as he stood on his toes to reach his shoulder, "You know that…"
Ivan tilted his head slightly, enjoying the low, breathy voice by his ear but as Gilbert pulled away he effortlessly painted concern across his face before speaking in a similarly low tone "He was telling you lies and upset you." Ivan brushed the white bangs away from the deep bruise and raw, torn skin in stark contrast to the normally pristine white skin. "I want what is best for you" he kissed the man gently, the barest breath of a touch to leave them wanting more "I don't want anyone hurting you."
This one is short and unfinished but I hope you all enjoy it anyway! Let me know your thoughts in a comment or message, I'd love to hear them!
~Poison