The snow that fell down on the land of Russia was soft as it formed a pure white field of bitter cold that would make any normal man's heart bitter to the world.
However, in the middle of this cold land there was a small house that was glowing with the soft dim from the lights. An inside there was a boy who was looking out to the snow as if he was seeing it for the first time in his life. His violet eyes watched as the small specks hit the ground only to gather with the rest of the snow as if they were nothing.
'I wonder if they have a true purpose.' He moved closer resting his face on the window and letting his glasses push against the cold glass, 'I wonder if I'll have a purpose like that.'
"Matthew, get away from the window!" Matthew jumped slightly at the voice and moved away as he was told, "Y-yes Vanya." When he was in the center of the room away from the cold window he finally noticed his body was shaking.
He pulled his light hoodie around his body tighter as he walked into the kitchen were a tall man in a heavy coat with a scarf around his neck was cooking a stew. The smell of the stew made Matthew's mouth water as he silently took in the sighs of the man, the man his heart had come to love, Ivan.
Ivan had silver like hair that framed his face in a lightly and gentle way. He also had a childish face, but Matthew new behind that face was a power that no one knew. Ivan noticed the boy's looks and turned his attention away from the stew, "What have I told you about being near the window Matthew."
"I-I'm sorry." Matthew stepped closer and hugged Ivan's arm, "I was just watching the snow fall, it reminds me of when you were fixing me."
Ivan smiled in a twisted way, "From the cell or when I kept you in my room?"
"The cell," answered Matthew as he got on his top toes to nuzzle his face into Ivan's neck, "after you would beat me and say my way was wrong."
"And to think the whole time in that cell I thought you were passed out from blood loss."
The two were talking about how many months ago Ivan had a plan, a plan to make his one enemy suffer. His enemy was the over hyper hero and annoyance to his life, Alfred F. Jones.
His plan was to make the man reach his breaking point and die in the hands of someone that was close to his heart. Ivan watched the hero for a long time and saw that the one that seemed closer to him than anyone was his own twin brother, Matthew Williams.
The younger twin was very quiet and normally at meetings never talked very much. He was by his brother side ever so often and would from time to time show a kind smile to everyone, even Ivan.
So with the information Ivan gathered he made his move and stole the boy from under everyone's noses, but he had to work fast before someone started to notice. So he took the boy to his home and did what he did best, reeducate.
At first the boy was hard headed like his brother refusing to tell or do anything Ivan said. Now this made the man slightly annoyed but he knew ways of breaking souls. He did everything to the boy for a good month; he raped him, beat him, and made him almost die of hunger from time to time.
The boy would scream for him and it made Ivan's skin crawl with excitement.
The boy would cry making Ivan want to lick those salty tears away.
And when the boy's soul finally broke for him he knew that Matthew belonged to him and him alone.
The bowls from the stew were tossed into the sink without a care as the two made their way to the living room couch. Ivan sat down and held his arms open letting Matthew sit on him and nuzzle into the warmth of his jacket, "mmm, you're so warm Vanya."
Ivan smiled and ran his fingers against Matthew's wavy blond locks, "I am happy you think so." The blond looked up at Ivan and traced his fingers along the soft scarf around his neck, "So when do we leave for the next meeting?"
"We leave first thing in the morning to get to D.C."
Ivan watched a twisted smirk form on Matthew's lips, "So were going to do the plan?" Ivan mirrored the smirk back, the smirk of someone who had lost their mind, "Of course, and you shall be the main role in it my little polar bear."
Matthew leaned closer to Ivan pushed his lips against his giving a soft tender kiss before pulling away with the twisted smile gone and now showing a sweet smile, "I'll make you proud Vanya, I promise Alfred F. Jones wont every trouble you again."
Ivan smiled. "Then make me proud."
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