By the time that Matthew and Ivan got back to their house in Ukraine—Ivan's oldest sister live there, Katyusha—and she had a cottage in the countryside that she had let them use until things had cooled down with the police and Interpol. Ivan called it a cottage but it was more akin to a house; it had two floors, three rooms, one and a half baths. Just beautiful really, all done with a classical touch.

Matthew was standing at the counter peeling and cutting carrots to put in a soup when he heard the door open and close; the thunk of heavy boots going on boot rack in the entryway. Coat being hung up. He shook his head and went back to cutting the carrots. After a few moments Ivan came into the kitchen and set some groceries bags on the table before saddling up behind Matthew and slipping his arms around his waist, setting his chin on his shoulder. A smile pulled at Matthew's lips as Ivan kissed his neck. Matthew paused and put the knife down on the cutting board. He tilted his head back and looked at Ivan.

"Good afternoon dorogaya," Ivan murmured.

"Good afternoon Ivan," Matthew responded softly. "How was shopping?"

"Good. Katyusha is good for making disguise," He replied as he pulled away from Matthew and started removing things from the bags on the counter. Matthew turned towards him and gave him a silly little grin before taking a step closer to him. Ivan snorted and rolled his eyes, even as Matthew moved closer to him and pulled the can of peas out of his hands; setting it down on the table and wrapping his arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss and tugging at the brown wig that covered his pale blonde locks. "No one stopped by vhile I vas gone?" Matthew shook his head as he pulled back and handed the hair piece to Ivan.

"No. Well, yes. I think it was neighbor but I didn't answer. I hate putting that thing on. I don't like pretending to be a girl," Ivan smiled down at him as he pushed back his bangs and tangled his fingers in Matthew's blonde locks and pulled at the elastic hair band holding his hair back.

"But Matvey is so beautiful," He murmured as he pulled him closer again, pressing Matthew's cheek to his chest and kissed the crown of his head.

"Besides the point," Matthew grumbled into Ivan's sweater. The stayed like that for another moment longer before parting. "I did speak with Papa though. He's going to wire me some money,"

"Matvey, I told you no. He is going to get us caught,"

"Papa is careful. He won't get us caught," Matthew snorted after a moment before adding –"He's a crafty bastard after all,"

"Vell he better not. I do not vant to have to see Natalya. She is crazy. Like Alfred. But...ten times vorse. And she is very skilled with knives,"

"Well then its a good thing Papa is good at sneaking around I guess. Oh! Speaking of which, any word on the television front? I'm really getting bored of listening to radio stations I can't understand. Or can we get a computer? That would be even better," Ivan shook his head.

"I ask around town but no one has spare to sell. Have to go to city to get one. I do not think it is a good idea,"

"Could Katyusha get us one? Please Ivan?"

"Nyet,"

"Ivan!"

"Nyet!"

"Ivan!"

"Perhaps then," Matthew grinned at him again. So easy to get Ivan to change is mind.

"Spasibo, ser," He pronounced carefully. Ivan's gaze met his and the older man licked his lips.

"Da, teper'..." Ivan trailed off, sliding an arm down Matthew's. "I have idea so here me out. I find this thing—," He pauses to root though the bags before pulling out two disposable cameras in his large hand. "We take some pictures? Send to family. So you healthy and happy. Papa Francis knows but he is not telling others, yes?" Matthew nodded. "So?" Matthew thought on it for a few moments.

"That might not actually be a half bad idea," He concluded. Ivan beamed at him as he fumbled with the box and then with the plastic protective sleeve that the phone was encased in. He slapped at Matthew's hand as the blonde reached out to help. In the end, he ripped the plastic open with his teeth and pulled the camera out. Matthew shook his head and returned to unpacking the bags. Ivan brought it up to look though the viewfinder and snapped a picture of Matthew taking things out of the bags. Matthew turned towards him frowning and he snapped another picture, laughing. "Don't be wasteful," Matthew chided.

"Da, wife. I not be wasteful," Matthew froze before slowly turning to face Ivan; cocking his head to the side.

"Da," Matthew said quietly, eyeing him. "Muzh," Ivan only shrugged and started to remove things from bags.

"Perhaps later, ve can go out and take pictures in the grass of both of us. Vhat do they call it? Selfies?"

"Yeah. We can go takes some selfies in the grass if you want. Although a digital camera would have been better for that than a disposable one,"

"Digital is not good. Katyusha says they geotag location with satellites for every picture taken digitally,"

"Yeah. I remember reading something about that while ago on online. Something about perverts being able to find the location of people though their facebook uploads or something like that. Super creepy eh? I guess it's for the better. Maybe no computer is better I guess," Ivan shrugged. They had everything put away before too long and Matthew finished cutting up the carrots, putting them in a pot of water to boil on the stove for a while on low. He turned back to Ivan who had stayed in the kitchen, watching as he sat at the table.

"Katyusha said she will bring some more books over for you next week,"

"You'll have to thank her for me when you see her. Honestly, how come I can't go out to work like you do?"

"Matvey. People around here will hire a big man for physical labour jobs with little or no questions. Even if they don't know me, they know Katyusha. Trust her, she trust me so they trust me to. You.. they do not know you. Skinny, girly They vant strong man so they hire me," Matthew frowned and punched Ivan in the arm as he passed him to move into the living room. He sat down on the couch, curling into the arm of it and pulling a blanket over his shoulders. "Matvey, I did not mean anything about it, I just say to explain. Is different here. Not like Canada or America. Please understand," Matthew continued to pout and did not answer him. "Matvey, please," Matthew turned his head and glared at him.

"I'm not weak!"

"I not say you are Matvey. In fact, Matvey very strong. But people around here look at you and think. So little. Too thin. He need to eat more. Also, they think you are girl. Girls no good for manual work. Knitting. Cooking. Matvey very good at cooking. Doesn't Matvey like taking care of me?"

"Yes," Matthew replied after a few minutes. He looked away from Ivan and pulled the blanket down off his shoulder, motioning for Ivan to join him on the couch. Ivan settled in beside him, wedging an arm behind him and wrapping his arms around his torso, resting his chin on Matthew's shoulder.

"I don't vant Matvey to work. I vant him to be safe and at home vaiting for me," He mumbled. Matthew turned his head slightly so he could look at him out of the corner of his eye.

"I know Ivan. I'm sorry," He murmured back in a soft tone. "I just hate being cooped up in here," Ivan chose not to respond and just tightened his hold on Matthew, snugging in closer and pulling the blanket back up around the two of them.

"Did your Papa have anything useful to tell us?" Ivan asked after some time had passed. Matthew opened his eyes and made a content noise.

"No..not really. Only thing that really was about us was just that Al and his team are still working with Interpol to find us. You really. He told Papa that he was only out to get you. He told his bosses that you kidnapped me again and dragged me to Europe even though he's been told that Papa bought me tickets and I went to go meet, and I quote 'an old friend of mine' although with that wording anything nothing else it doesn't surprise me Al didn't believe him. Maybe we should just send a picture of me with a letter to him first and then send some to Papa of us both? I'm sure Papa won't care about picutres and whatnot since he knows we're okay,"

"Da, lets send some nice pictures of you to your brother," Ivan murmured before brushing his lips against Matthew's neck before slowly kissing up the pale column of flesh. Matthew tilted his head away from Ivan to give him more access. A small whimper escaped his lips and he shivered as Ivan brought his teeth and tongue into play; soft gentle nips. He wiggled his fingers along the hem of Matthew's shirt then moved them upwards; dancing over Matthew stomach for a moment before thumbing over his nipples. Matthew breath hitched but he didn't say anything, only shifted slightly to bring more of his right side to light. He puffed his chest out slightly against the hand on his chest, a sharp gasp leaving him. "I take picture now?" Ivan purred into his ear as he pinched his fingers against a budding nipple.

"N-no," Matthew babbled, shifting once again in Ivan's arms. "I-Ivan, I don't...don't take any pictures of me without asking. Especially not like this," He squirmed again in his spot. Ivan lowered his hand to rest on Matthew's abdomen.

"Oh. Okay. I do vhat you tell me Matvey. I am a good listener," Matthew turned towards him again.

"A good listener?" He teased. "Do you listen to non-verbal commands?" Ivan glanced up, towards the ceiling for a moment, thinking before he nodded and resumed his looking at Matthew. "You do? Well why don't you listen to them and do what I tell you,"

"Okay," He pressed against Matthew, withdrawing his right hand from Matthew's shirt to his face to tilt it towards him, pressing a soft, open mouthed kiss against his lips. Matthew twisted towards him and slipped his arms around his neck. He pulled away after a minute, panting softly. "Good boy," He baited. Ivan growled low in his throat and yanked on Matthew's arm pulling him over his knees. Ivan placed a hand on Matthew's shoulder; and the other on the back of his thighs. "Ivan, wh-what—,"

"Ivan is good boy but Matvey has been bad; getting into trouble. Maybe I should spank him,"

"Don't you dare!" Matthew squeaked out. "I did nothing wrong!" He shifted his hips against Ivan's thighs. Ivan drummed his fingers against Matthew's own thigh before trailing them up with butterfly light touches to his backside before raising his hand and bringing it down against Matthew's arse which earned him a startled gasp. "Wh-what was that for?"Matthew whined. Ivan shrugged.

"No real reason. I like Matvey's butt. Is cute," Matthew rolled his eyes as heat rose to his cheeks. He lowered his head.

"You're so embarrassing," He mumbled into Ivan's jeans, ignoring the other man as Ivan leaned over to the other side of the couch to pick up the camera he had brought with him. He wound up the dial to take another picture and Matthew brought his head up and turned towards Ivan as the man brought the camera up to his face.

"Smile Matvey," He told the blonde before he snapped a picture. Matthew had stuck out his tongue at the last second.

"Hey, Ivan," He asked after a minute.

"Da Matvey?" Ivan responded as he set the camera back down on the couch. When Matthew didn't respond right away he brought his fingers down on Matthew's sides, dancing them over before digging them in slightly. Matthew flinched before shifting; starting to squirm as Ivan moved his fingers more; up and down Matthew's sides. Matthew burst out laughing; shifting around in Ivan's lap.

"Stop, stop!" He laughed before Ivan stopped and he pushed himself off Ivan and stood up before turning back towards Ivan. "Come. Lock the door, the stove is off and come upstairs," Ivan looked up at him, eyes widening slightly.

"Okay. Yes," His eyes followed Matthew as he went upstairs; watching the sway of his backside as he went. Once he was out of sight, Ivan left the living room and moved to the porch; ensuring the door was locked and that the stove and its burners were off before moving to go upstairs. When he entered the bedroom, Matthew was sitting on the corner of the bed leaning back on his elbows. Ivan licked his lips as he stared back at the blonde man on the bed, slowly advancing towards him. "Matvey,"

"Ivan," Matthew responded in kind, eyes traveling down from the older mans face to his shoulders and broad chest to the camera that was held tightly in his had. "Put that away," He commanded but Ivan shook his head as he shrank the distance between the two of them.

"Nyet. I think not," He ran his tongue over his dry lips again and took another step forward. Matthew scrambled back on the bed as Ivan knelt down on the corner before moving onto it; following Matthew until the blondes back was against the headboard. Ivan fumbled with the camera and ended up snapping a picture of who knows what in his haste.

"Der'mo," Ivan cursed as he reset the camera. He set it down behind him and loomed over Matthew's hands raised and fingers wiggling them menacingly before Matthew, a wide grin pulling at his lips.

"Ivan. Ivan don't—" Laughter erupted from his lips as Ivan's fingers danced over his sides. Ivan smiled down at him and continued to tickle him without mercy until he had started to beg for him to stop. "No, no! Stop it! Please! I-Ivan!"

"Shhh, shh, dorogoy, it okay. Just still. Stay still," Tears welled up in Matthew's eyes as he bit down on his lip, trying to keep quiet, before bursting out in another round of laughter. The older man moved to pin Matthew down with a hand to his chest while he reached behind him and picked up the camera tightly, finger on the capture button.

"N-no Ivan, don't take a picture of me like this, I look terrible! And it might give Alfred other ideas. You know how he is," The older man paused for a moment, thinking the words over before shaking his head.

"Let me do this. I vant picture for memories too. Not just for sending to family. Besides Matvey looks so beautiful," He looked down at the blonde, who's hair was spread out around his head in a halo of golden locks on the dark bed spread. He moved his hand from Matthew's chest to his face, cupping his cheek before moving to brush some of those silky locks back. Matthew's cheeks started to turn scarlet and he worried at his lip for a moment before looking up at Ivan and up at the camera with a shy expression.

"Okay. You can take a picture. But no one else but you gets to see it," Ivan nodded eagerly, setting the camera down on the bed for a minute while he re-positioned Matthews hands so that they were raised and resting by his head. He growled softly and bent down to nip at Matthew's lips—only he couldn't leave it at that; he kissed the younger blonde hard, pulling away after he felt he was well kissed. He picked up the camera and Matthew looked back up at him, not moving so that Ivan could snap the shot he wanted. His cheeks still burned with embarrassment but if this is what Ivan wanted then he would stay still for him long enough to take a picture. Honestly, what harm could it do?

"Perfect Matvey. You look like angel. My sweet little angel," He tossed the camera into the laundry basket off the side of the bed where it landed softly in a pile of clothes. "And now my little angel, I am going to do something your big brother would hate," He chuckled as he leaned over Matthew. "I have you," He murmured into Matthew's ear, licking his lips. He peeled Matthew out of his clothes, tugging at the tee-shirt he had on, tugging it over his head before tossing it behind him. He then began to pull at his jeans, undoing the button and zipper before pulling them, along with his boxers down seemingly endless legs. He ran his hands down Matthew's pale thighs, eyes glued on cornflower blue eyes, exhaling sharply as the other sat up slightly, pressing his face into Ivan's neck and reaching for the front of Ivan's pants. The older man groaned softly into Matthew's ear as the younger man palmed his half hard cock though the denim. He shifted to his knees and tried to ignore the excited tremble in his fingers as he undid the button and zipper. It only took another minute to finish shucking out of his clothes and push Matthew back to the bed. Ivan grabbed the camera before moving to place Matthew on his back while he laid down beside him, trailing his fingers along the slight curve of Matthew's hip. "I take picture?" He asked.

"Absolutely not!" Matthew blushed as he swatted Ivan's arm. "Put that camera away. Actually give it here. I'm taking it away from you so you can't take them because I know you still will even after I say no," Ivan shook his head and put it on the nightstand behind him.

"There. Is out of way. I vill not take picture. Now. Come here," He licked his lips and pulled lightly on Matthew's arm. The blonde followed the movement and allowed himself to be manhandled so that he was pressed to Ivan's side, legs entangled. Ivan made a point of kissing him slow. Lazily. Distractedly as he resumed his prior movements of running his palm over Matthew's side, fingertips sliding lower with each pass, dipping into the v of his hips. "Matvey," He breathed. He moved his hand again brushed his fingertips over the length of the blondes cock, listening to the hitch in the others breath. "You are so beautiful," He pressed a kiss to Matthew check before moving to his neck. Matthew groaned and rolled his hips into Ivan's hand as he continued to fondle him. He give him a few strokes before pushing slightly against Matthew's thigh to get him to part his legs—a command that was done quickly—and cupped Matthew's balls in his hand, rolling them in his palm before pulling his hand away altogether.

"What is it?" Matthew asked as he shifted closer to Ivan but the older man shook his head.

"Nothing Matvey. Just getting some lube. Unless you'd rather not?" Matthew shook his head.

"Please. You know how big you are," He teased reaching out to touch Ivan. "You'd rip me apart," Ivan groaned softly and tilted his head back for a minute.

"Matvey," He growled low in his throat as he looked at Matthew once more. "You say such things. Such dirty things. Such bad, dirty mouth," He brought his hand to Matthew's mouth and rubbed his thumb over bruised lips. "Such a dirty boy," Heat rose to the blonde's cheeks as he blushed even as he opened his mouth and pulled Ivan's thumb inside. Ivan hissed at the warm tongue lapping at the digit. He circled his hand around Ivan's wrist before pulling down, the thumb in his mouth coming out with a audible pop.

"I'm a dirty boy hmm? I look pretty clean right now. Don't I?"

"Da. I should make mess of you shouldn't I?" Ivan reached over and opened the drawer of the nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lubricate. He popped the cap off the bottle and poured it into his palm before setting it on the edge of the nightstand. He shifted Matthew's legs apart and deliberately tilted his palm, causing the thick liquid to drip down onto the flesh below. Matthew whined as it dropped down in cold wet globs on his cock. He barely opened his mouth to complain before Ivan began to touch him, running his fingers over Matthew's cock. Matthew gasped and arched into his hand. Ivan moved, returning to lay beside Matthew . He worked Matthew up into a gasping, panting messing before trailing his fingers lower and rubbing the tip of his finger against his entrance.

"I-Ivan," Matthew sighed, sliding his legs apart slightly to give the bigger man more room. Ivan slowly pressed a finger into the blonde, working him open before sliding in another. Matthew let out a hiss and Ivan paused.

"Matvey, are you okay?" He asked.

"Y-yeah. Yeah. Sorry. I'm okay. Continue. Please,"

"Okay, okay," He pressed his fingers in again, spreading them. Matthew gasped as the tip of the others finger brushed against his prostate as he crooked his fingers. "Fuck me Ivan," He wheezed. "Christ,"

"Nyet. Not yet," He withdrew his fingers and earned himself a whine from Matthew. "Not to vorry, not to vorry," He chided, reaching out for the lube and squirting more into his palm and over his fingers before he pushed three fingers into him. Matthew shifted, groaning as he did so and Ivan paused until he had settled before continuing.

It wasn't long before Matthew was whimpering and begging for Ivan to give him something more and the older man felt half obliged to give it to him.

"Da, Matvey, is this vhat you vant?" He asked, pushing the head of his cock against Matthew's entrance. "Hmm? Is it?"

"Y-yes!" The blonde agreed. "P-please Ivan!" He whined.

"Da, da. One minute. I get camera. Maybe get picture of Matvey getting fucked," He released his grip on Matthew's leg, getting up and grabbing the camera from the nightstand before returning to the bed. He placed the camera down beside him and lifted up one of Matthew's legs; moving it so it hooked over his hip as he knelt on the bed. He pushed two fingers into Matthew, who gasped. They went into his body without much resistance thankfully; he curled them slightly and searched around until he had the blonde gasping and wiggling against him.

"Fuck, fuck, Ivan, please!" Matthew begged prettily, toes curling in pleasure, fingers clenching the bedding. Ivan pressed the head of his cock against the tight entrance, slowly applying more pressure until it went inside. Ivan hummed low in the back of his throat as he pushed in more, Matthew's body stretching to accommodate him in inch by inch. "O-oh...Hnnn, God, Ivan,"

"Da, Da, I know. Am God, I know," He chuckled, rolling his hips forward; leaving them flush with the blondes backside. "So tight Matvey, always. Just for me,"He slapped Matthew's rear with an open palm. He shifted his hips back and forth in small rolling motions, enjoying the slide of Matthew's hot flesh against his own. "Made for me,"

"Da, da!" Matthew chirped, reaching up—catching some of Ivan's hair and pulling him down, smashing their lips together in a biting kiss. "Come, come on!" He whined, digging his heel into Ivan's back, spurring him forward. He let out a sharp gasp, his arm flinging towards arm around Ivan's neck. Ivan went with the movement and leaned down, teeth snapping at the flesh of the blonde's neck.

"Miss me vhile I was gone? I could not think of anyone else. Had to be Matvey. Ugh, Matvey," He sat back up and moved one of his hands to rest on Matthew's hips, the other one fumbled behind him for the camera again. He continued to roll his hips forward, driving into the pliant body below his. He brought the camera up with his free hand to his face and looked though the viewfinder and down at Matthew. He stilled his hips for a moment, flush with Matthew and peered down at him. "Smile for camera Matvey," He grinned and Matthew looked up at him dazed. The camera flashed as Ivan pressed down on the shutter button and took a picture.

"Ivan!" Matthew squeaked. "D-don't take pictures now!" Ivan snorted and set the camera back down on the nightstand before falling forward, boxing Matthew in with his arms.

"But you say, okay take picture, so I take," He shifted his body and pushed his hips forward into Matthew's supple body, leaning his head down so that he could brush his lips against Matthew's lips, cheek, neck. Matthew brought his hands to Ivan's shoulders, fingers digging into flesh and muscle. Ivan continued the simple movement, tweaking his angle every so often causing Matthew to gasp and moan and clutch harder at Ivan's shoulders.

"N-no more!"

"No more picture? Or no more cock for Matvey?" He teased as he started to pull away. Matthew whined loudly as Ivan moved away; moving his hands from the older mans shoulders to his neck, pulling him back towards him, pulling him in for a bruising kiss. Ivan brought his hands to Matthew's knees, lifting him up and ran his hand down to Matthew's knee. Matthew parted his legs further and wrapped them around Ivan's hips. Ivan returned his hands to Matthew's hips before groping his ass, hands pulling the fleshy globes apart before slapping him on the rear. Matthew squawked loudly, frame jolting.

"Nahhhh! No! Y-you promised! You promised!" He wailed, fingers clinching.

"I promise vhat?" Ivan licked his lips.

"T-take care of me!" Ivan licked his lips and looked down at the blonde beauty that was laying beneath him.

"Da. I take care of you, my little angel, I vould love to take care of Matvey forever and ever. Matvey is angel, Ivan take care of his angel," He purred into Matthew's ear as he brought his hands up to pinch at the younger mans nipples. Matthew arched his back at the action, gasping sharply. He pinched the other one before running the times of his fingers down his chest to Matthew's cock, taking him in hand and rubbing his thumb against the tip. Matthew rolled his hips up into Ivan's hand, a loud moan leaving his parted lips. His thighs tightened around Ivan's waist and he scraped his nails down his arms. "Da...da.." Ivan hissed, pistoning his hips harder against Matthew's. "Matvey, so nice and so tight for me. Come soon, da?"

"Y-yeah," Matthew hiccuped, clawing at Ivan's arms. "Yeah, please," He urged. "So close, Ivan. Please,"

"Da, da!" Ivan's grip on his cock tightened and he put a hand against the headboard as he rocked into Matthew. A spew of Russian left Ivan's mouth as he filled Matthew with cum. "Christ," He hissed as he gripped the headboard tightly. Matthew whimpered softly and moved his hand from Ivan's arm to his cheek, cupping his cheek. Ivan licked his dry lips as he pressed their foreheads together. He moved his hand over Matthew's cock, thumbing at the slit and kissed Matthew while he gasped against Ivan's lips, coming hard into his hand.

"Ivan...Ivan... I love you," He mewled softly. Ivan bent down and pressed open mouthed kisses to Matthew's chest before moving up to kiss his clavicle, his neck. He nipped at the pale column of flesh under his mouth before sucking. Blood rushed to the surface and started to create a bruise. He shifted the others body, curling around him before nuzzling his nose into Matthew's neck. They laid in silence for a few minutes to catch their breath before Ivan reached out and grabbed the camera.

"I love Matvey too," He slipped his arm behind Matthew's shoulders and held the camera above them and pointed down so that he could snap a picture of the two of them. "Smile Matvey," He said in a soft tone. Matthew smiled shyly up at Matthew and Ivan turned his head to brush his lips to Matthew's cheek as he snapped a photo.

"Ivan," Matthew whined. "You need to stop doing that," He muttered as he turned onto his side, burrowing his face against Ivan's shoulder.

"Da, da," He murmured. "Now sleep,"