Chapter 1 Dreams on a hot summer night

[Matthew's POV]

Moaning, I felt like a slut, but I didn't care. It felt good. Each thrust was deeper, harder, and quicker in succession. His big hands, surprisingly gentle as he held me in place. I could feel I was near the end. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck as he spoke.

"Mattvie, you seem happy. Do I make you feel that good." He punctuated his sentence with a bite to my neck.

"O-oui."

"Good~." he licked my spine and that did it. I came, long and hard…but then I woke up. I sat up in bed and ran my hands through my hair.

"Not again." I quietly whined. For the third time this week I'd dreamt about him. Ivan Braginski, the Russian boy in my English and gym classes (which I know because Al got us all together, over the phone, and checked our classes). He's gorgeous and I love him. His beautiful, purple eyes always seem happy, even when he was mad. His smile never wavers and only seems to grow each day, .Even when he was mad, and seemed to have a dark aura around him, he was stunning. He's 6'9", a giant to my measly 5'. Although he's a giant, he's very graceful. The only time he's not is when he's mad. Then he tends to rush into things without thinking. I haven't seen him since the end of middle school but, now he's back here for the last two years of high school. His leaving is most definitely the cause of my dreams. I got up and changed my pants. I looked at my clock (of course it's shaped like a maple leaf) and saw it was 5:30. 'Half an hour until I need to get ready for school.' I climbed back in bed and tried to get what little sleep I could. Apparently I wasn't allowed to cause, as soon as I started to fall asleep, my brother burst through my door and jumped on my bed.

"Mattie, come on Mattie, get up! It's the first day of school!" he excitedly yelled and shook me violently. I growled and sat up, glaring at him.

"Baka, udasai!"

"You've been takin lessons from Kiku, huh."

"Oui now, shut up and leave." His smile fell and he retreated back to his room. I groggily got up, pulled on some jeans, switched from my night shirt to a t-shirt with a maple leaf on it saying "Don't leaf me.", and my signature red hoodie with a white maple leaf on the front. I quickly hugged Kumojirou, my stuffed polar bear, and went downstairs. "Morning Papa."

"Morning mon petit fleur." I smiled and ate my pancakes happily, after pouring (what seemed like) five gallons of maple syrup on them.

"Yeah yeah, I'll be there soon. Love you too, bye." I looked up, syrup dripping down my chin as my brother hung up on his British boyfriend Arthur. "Geez Mattie, it's like we're five again." He laughed and wiped some of the syrup off. I gulped down my pancakes and waited for him, after pulling on my converse. He stood happily, in his new steel toe boots. "Come Mattie, let us relish the feeling of the new morning."

"Shut up, Al. We need to go or we'll miss the bus plus, isn't Iggy waiting for you." At this, his smile got brighter as he slammed open the door and ran like to the bus stop. I sighed and followed slowly. I was greeted by the same sight I'd seen for the last two years, Al and Iggy sucking face.

"Ve~ Mattie, I haven't seen you in so long!" Was my only warning before I was my only warning before I was glomped from behind by my friend, an Italian named Feliciano. His twin (older by two minutes), Lovino went straight to the curve in the curb and sat. The Vargas brothers are like most twins (case point, me and Al) , complete opposites. Feliciano is outgoing and happy while Lovino is short tempered and quiet. Also, Feliciano is obsessed with pasta while his brother loves tomatoes.

"It's good to see you Feli." He and Al are the only ones allowed to call me Mattie and I'm the only one allowed to call him Feli. Most people think we are or should go out, but we're just fine being friends. It's not that we don't love each other, cause we do, it's just more like family love. He released me and looked at me with his eternal smile.

"So how's Ivan~?" he whispered. I faked a punch to his arm.

"Shut up." Suddenly, a shadow covered me and I started shaking in fear.

"You did not just hit him." I turned to face Ludwig, Feli's over-bearing, German boyfriend.

"It's ok Doitsu, he didn't hurt me." (we all took Japanese lessons from our friend, Kiku).

"Good." I swallowed the lump in my throat as he turned and stood by the stop sign. We always have to wait forever for the bus because we're the last stop and that annoys me to no end. The rest of the wait Feli kept asking me what I was going to do about Ivan and every time I gave him the same answer.

"I don't know." When the bus came I managed to get on third and walked all the way to the back, sitting next to someone, but not caring who it was. 'He looks familiar.' I looked up, and I mean up, and nearly screamed.

"Hello, Mattvie. Is good to be back to school, da?" He smiled and his new snake bites glinted in the light.

"Y-yeah. I like yer n-new metal." He looked confused at first, but then chuckled.

"Da, I wanted to be unique. I'm thinking about letting my eyebrow close up though, many say it is stupid." He looked saddened and the look he wore nearly made me cry (yeah, I'm over emotional, I know).

"I-I like it. On most people it looks stupid, but on you it looks good." He instantly brightened up.

"Thank you." I noticed he'd gotten an industrial in his right ear. I felt inferior with only a stud in my cartilage and left nostril. "Is good to see you again. Moscow was boring without my American friends. I have pictures though, I can show after school if you want." I nearly exploded

"Of course. What better way to welcome you home than to remind you of when you were gone?" We laughed and we all stood to get off the bus. I laughed harder as he ducked to avoid hitting his head. "You really need a car or you're gonna have a permanent concussion."

"I'm having my car sent from Russia." We walked to English (honors wooh! *mental happy dance*) together and managed to get seats next to each other in the back of the class. Our teacher stood at front of the class, smiling a sickly sweet smile. 'I have a bad feeling about this.'

"I'm and we're going to introduce ourselves to the class. We'll go through the rows and when it's your turn, I want you to come to come to the front, say your name, and two facts about yourself." I whimpered. I absolutely hate and fear public speaking. We went through the class and now it was Ivan's turn. He smiled and when he stood, everyone 'Oooo-ed' and 'Ahh-ed'.

"I am Ivan Braginski. I'm from Siberia which is a place in Russia and I'm gay." All the girls (and some guys) 'aww-ed' (in the 'that's cute' way not the 'eww' way) and I just stared. How could he just say that like it was nothing! He walked back and I began shaking. He looked at me, it was the first time I'd seen him worried. "You are ok, da?"

"O-oui, I-I'm just scared." He smiled.

"Is ok, I have idea." He stood again and grabbed my hand, gently pulling me up. I blushed as he led me to the front. He stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my chest (I think he was trying for my waist, but couldn't reach). "Is okay, as long as I am here no one can hurt you, da?" he whispered in my ear and I nodded.

"I-I'm Matthew Bonnefoy. I'm French and Canadian, and I-I love maple syrup." I tried to go back to my seat, but my feet wouldn't move. My shaking became almost violent and then it stopped and everything went black. I felt myself slump against Ivan and then, I was gone.