Matthew listened to the sounds of Ivan moving about in the other room, beyond the door. He hadn't heard a lock or latch when Ivan had shut the door. The lantern glowed gently behind his back. He really had to go. Not only out of this place, but now he really had to go to the bathroom. Matthew sat up and pushed back the warm blankets. He really didn't want to go outside to use the bathroom, but he didn't see any other options. He slipped out of bed and winced as his feet touched the cold, wooden floorboards. He grabbed his glasses from the nightstand and slipped them on as he tiptoed over to the door and cracked it open.
"I-Ivan?" He asked before opening the door more. The floor was warmer in the main room thankfully and he slipped out into the what might be considered a living room. Ivan was now sitting on the couch, staring blankly ahead at the coffee table. "Ivan?" He repeated. "I need... Can you...I have to go to the bathroom," He ended up muttering quietly. Ivan nodded and stood up before walking the few steps over to Matthew.
"Okay Matvey, I carry you," He had Matthew in his arms before the blonde even knew what was going on; one hand behind his back and one under his knees.
"Let me down!" Matthew squeaked out, clutching at Ivan's shirt. The older man just chuckled.
"Nyet. Ground is cold and damp. You get sick," he answered as he stepped into a pair of work boots and opened the door. Matthew shivered at the cold blast of air that hit them, almost glad he had some warmth around him. They went behind the building to the 'bathroom', if you could call it that. He quickly did his business and Ivan picked him back up before they headed back inside. Ivan set him down on the couch before returning to the doorway to take off his boots. Matthew waited on the couch, shivering. He hated mid April weather. How the hell could it still be so cold out in April? He pushed his shirt sleeves up a bit and wrapped his arms around himself, trembling from the cold. The older man motioned for him to get up and wash his hands, which he did gladly. Ivan continued to watch him for a few moments, even after his hands were cleaned. "Matvey. Lets get in bed, da?" Matthew nodded in agreement and pushed himself to follow Ivan. He slipped into the beckoning warmth of the quilts and blankets and covered himself up to his neck. Ivan shook his head as a light chuckle escaping him as he began to strip out of his own clothes. Matthew stiffened.
"Bedtime?" He asked timidly. Ivan nodded and tossed his shirt to the floor by the dresser before shucking out of his pants and down to his boxers and moving around the bed to the opposite side. He pulled back the covers and slid in beside Matthew. Matthew debated momentarily if he wanted to remain facing the man. He removed his glasses and put them back on the nightstand once again. Deciding against it, he moved to his other side, his back to the wall—and Ivan. It did little to deter Ivan however as his hands grabbed at Matthew—slipping around his waist and pulling him close. Ivan pressed an open palm to his chest as if to hold him there and spooned against him.
"Matvey," He murmured, his voice low into Matthew's ear. He pressed a kiss to Matthew's shoulder and the hand that had been pressed flat moving slightly to find the hem on the shirt, slipping up so he could press his cold digits to Matthew's bare flesh. Matthew quivered under the touch, the calloused fingers brushing against sensitive flesh. "Matvey," He repeated in the same low tone as he nudged his hips forwards against Matthew's backside. Matthew couldn't help but stiffen in his hold.
"P-please, don't...don't do this," He whispered as he pressed his face into the pillow. Ivan's teasing touch fell away and he pressed his palm flat again, simply holding.
"Matvey, I vant to touch you," He pouted, pressing his face into Matthew's shoulder. "I don't vant to vait!" Matthew racked his brain trying to find the simplest solution.
"Y-you can touch me, okay? Just no..." He tried off, worrying at his already bruised lip. "I mean, I...I don't want you to..."
"Ah. Matvey doesn't vant make love da?" Matthew couldn't help but cringe at term. He bought his knees up closer to his chest, curling up.
"Y-yes. That's right," He answered hoping Ivan would back off but his hands only started moving once more. Ivan pushed Matthew legs away from his chest before sliding back up his shirt, brushing his rough fingers over his chest. He let out a soft keen as Ivan pinched lightly at his nipples, both hands now up his shirt. No. He couldn't do this. He swatted at Ivan's hands, pushing them away from his chest, trying to pull away from him. Ivan reluctantly let him go, sitting up, head resting in his palm as he leaned on his elbow. "I..I can't, I'm sorry, I can't, I'll t-take the p-punishment," He curled up into a ball, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes as he awaited the strike he knew would come. When Ivan rested his hand on his side, thumb sliding over the soft skin, Matthew flinched.
"Oh Matvey, you think I vould get mad at you?" He asked. "I told you I vould not force you if you behaved and you are being angel," He brought his mouth once more to Matthew's shoulder, pressing his lips against pale flesh. "I am understanding person. You cannot force this kind of situation onto someone," Matthew couldn't think of anything to respond to that with. "Do you think I am some kind of monster?" Ivan asked, his hand stilling.
"I..I..." He turned towards Ivan, suddenly angry. "Do you see me?" He asked. "Of course I do! I barely spoke and you beat me, broke my nose and left me with a swollen face!" He cried out moving away from Ivan. Ivan's face twisted in anger and he grabbed Matthew's wrist faster than the younger man could react. Ivan pulled him forward as he sat up on the bed.
"Fine then. I vill show you how much of a monster I can be!" He snarled out. His hand snapped forward grabbing Matthew's golden locks, smashing his face into the headboard. He screamed in pain and crawled at Ivan's hand which continued it press his face into the hard wood. He forced Matthew's body around until he was flush with the bed, chest pressed into the sheets, his back against Ivan's chest. "First I am going to hold you down then I am going to make you vish you vere never born," Ivan hissed into his ear. He manoeuvred his hold on Matthew, placing a hand on the back of Matthew's neck so he could still use his other. "I am going to make you bleed," Matthew moaned in pain, whimpering.
"No...no!" He cried. "P-please, you don't want to do t-this!" He pleaded with him. "P-please!" Ivan's grip tightened before he let Matthew go.
"That's right. I do not vant to do 'this'," Ivan growled into his ear. "I did not bring you home to simply fuck you vithout thought. I vant to make love to you. I told you this earlier, but you did not listen!"
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to anger you," He whispered. "You told me what would happen if I angered you and I ignored your warning. I'm very sorry. Please, I won't do it again,"
"You tell me this before, but you continue to repeat," Ivan rolled off him and Matthew remained where it was, frozen in place. After a few moments he allowed himself to relax enough to bury his face into the pillow, to hide his tears and to muffle his sobs. He flinched hard when Ivan rested a hand on his back, rubbing.
"I don't know what your doing to me!" He sobbed. "I want to go home!"
"Nyet Matvey. You cannot go home. You stay vith me remember? You are new family and you vill stay vith me forever,"
"I won't! I want to go home! You have to let me go!" Matthew sobbed out. But for all his wanting to leave he made no effort to move from his curled up position on the bed. Ivan continued to stroke his back.
"Oh Matvey," He cooed. "No one vill notice you missing. Not for a while. By the time they do, all traces vill be gone. Matvey vill me mine forever!" He told Matthew gleefully. Matthew sobbed harder. Ivan said no more and simply continued to rub Matthew back in a sort of comforting way under the younger fell asleep.
The next few days of being Ivan's prisoner went by relatively fast all considering. Matthew's face no longer ached and was beginning to change from dark purple to a lighter shade as it healed. Ivan made no move to touch him—sexually anyways—besides his seemingly mandatory kisses. He kissed Matthew so frequently—Mostly pecks on the lips or cheek—that he had grown accustom to them. Expected them even. He was woke with a kiss. Before and after they ate breakfast. Lunch and dinner. Before bed. And just randomly too. He could never really anticipate them for the most part. Ivan allowed him to read what few English books he had laying around the small home and he read them, as boring as they were. He was locked inside while Ivan went hunting. Mostly bringing back small game or gathering wood. Matthew was bored to death. There was no electricity so he had no access to a television or computer or anything even remotely electronic and he hadn't mustered up the courage to ask if Ivan had any cards or board games or even puzzles that he could do to pass the time.
Ivan had gone out hours earlier and had not returned as of yet. He had left at least two or three hours ago. Normally he wasn't gone this long. Matthew almost started to wonder if anything had happened to the man. In some ways he hoped so, in others he hoped not. There was no way he could break the door down and the windows; perhaps the window but...he really didn't want to have to crawl out a window. He had just about given up on trying to escape. Matthew shook his head. He felt pathetic. He shouldn't be giving up this early. He should be looking for an escape. He looked towards the window in the kitchen again and let out a sigh. He wished there was a radio. Even a little dinky battery operated one. It would at least fill the silence of being out in the woods. He could ask. Anything that he'd asked for so far Ivan hadn't denied. But then again it was mostly simple things. Clothing. Food. Stuff that was necessary. Matthew put the book down on the coffee table. That was that. He would ask Ivan to get him a little radio so he wouldn't be so alone in the cabin while he was out doing his thing.
But it was almost dusk when Ivan returned home, covered in muck with nothing to show for his efforts. He set his rifle next to the door and shucked out of his heavy coat. Matthew looked towards him, watching as he methodically stripped out of his clothes, mud splattering around his feet. Matthew worried at his lip.
"Do.. do you want some help?" He asked.
"No. I am fine," Ivan replied. Matthew turned his gaze away as Ivan stripped out of his pants, listening to his heavy footfalls as he went into the bedroom. He returned minutes later in a clean pair of trousers and shirt. Matthew picked his book back up and leaned back against the arm rest of the couch, pretending to read as he watched Ivan flutter about cleaning up the mess he had brought in with him and shaking out his dirty clothes in the doorway. When he was done he moved on to making something to eat.
They ended up eating porridge for a lack of anything else available. It was rather tasteless and disgusting to Matthew but he picked away at it anyways. After a while he pushed it away, no longer hungry enough to eat the cold, lumpy porridge.
"I am going to get supplies tomorrow. You vill remain here, for obvious reasons. However. If you need something I vill do my best to get it for you," Matthew turned his gaze to Ivan and worried at his lip for a moment.
"I...I would like a radio," He said quietly. "And some maple syrup," he added.
"Syrup yes, fine. Radio no,"
"Why not?!" Matthew cried, his voice raising. "I'm bored! There is nothing to do here and you keep insisting I cannot go outside without supervision! I want to listen to some music. The silence is killing me here when you're not around!" He told Ivan, nearly yelling. Ivan narrowed his eyes as he reached out, yanking at Matthew's hair.
"I do not like back talk!" He growled out as he pushed Matthew back against the closest wall. He brought Matthew forward for a moment before slamming his head into the wall.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Matthew cried out. Why had he even opened his mouth. "You asked what I wanted and then said no, is it not within my right to q-question it?!" He asked, eyes widened. Ivan stared at him for a moment before releasing him. Matthew's brows furrowed and he lowered his gaze, worried. He hoped to god he wasn't going in the cellar again.
"I vill think about it," He answered after a few moment of tense silence. "Anything else you vould like?" Matthew froze for a moment. Something was wrong here. But he was unsure as of what was wrong. He pondered for a moment. Would he dare push is luck when Ivan was already angered?
"Some fresh fruit would be nice, and some sweets. Perhaps chocolate?" He flushed after a moment, embarrassed at his own requests. It seemed to lighten Ivan's mood for the man chuckled.
"Okay, okay, fruit and some chocolate. I understand. I vill see vhat I can do. It is only fair, da? That you get things that you vant since you are staying vith me?" He took he few short steps over to where Matthew was standing.
"Y-yeah," Matthew breathed out as Ivan moved to cup the back of his neck; leaning down and pressed their lips together. He pecked at his lips a few more times, taking a step forward—causing Matthew to take a step back; repeating the action until Matthew's knees hit the couch and he let himself fall, pulling away from Ivan. He looked up at Ivan. The man looked down at him for a moment before he knelt down in front of Matthew.
"Matvey, I really find myself vanting to touch you," He murmured as he closed in for another kiss. Matthew pushed him back.
"I-Ivan, you know how uncomfortable I am with you touching me.. like that. Please respect my wishes," He responded softly.
"Matvey. Please, " Ivan begged softly. Matthew closed his eyes. This was new. The last time Ivan had asked to touch him he ended up leaving him in the cellar while he went out and did who knows what. Perhaps he could use this to his advantage and hoped to god he didn't freak out like last time.
"If..if I let you will you get me a radio so I can listen to music?" He asked. Ivan nodded eagerly.
"Da, da! Of course! I vill get one for Matvey!" Matthew worried at his lips. He was selling himself. Letting this man touch him so he could get what he wanted while he was trapped here. But it wasn't really like that. He would say no if Ivan got too handsy with him, right? He looked into Ivan's face.
"If I tell you to stop, you will, right?" He asked. Ivan nodded eagerly once again.
"Da, Da, of course! I vill do vhat Matvey says if he will let me touch him," Matthew couldn't help the heat that rose to his cheeks at Ivan's eagerness. His gaze flickered down to the elders hands for a moment before he moved his own, taking Ivan's hand in his and pressing it to his cheek for a moment before sliding the calloused hand down his throat. Ivan smiled at him, his cheeks pinking as well. Matthew's stomach churned. He felt sick, but at the same time, those coarse digits felt nice against his skin. Ivan pitched forward, kissing him and Matthew let his hand drop from Ivan's. Ivan brought his other hand up to rest against Matthew's neck as he deepened the kiss, stoking his tongue along Matthew's. He then moved his hands down, slipping them under Matthew's arms and circled his own around the slender form, hauling him forward into his lap. He moaned softly into Matthew mouth before pulling away, cheeks flushed. "A little more?" He asked gently, hands now resting at Matthew's hip. Matthew gave a short nod and Ivan moved his hands up the back of Matthew's sweater, causing the blonde to shiver. He pressed a kiss to the corner of Matthew's mouth before moving down his jawline to his neck, bringing his teeth into play and nipping softly at the tender flesh.
"Ah!" Matthew jolted, covering his mouth quickly to stop any further sound from escaping. Ivan pulled away from him and caught his gaze—taking in the flushed cheeks and wide eyes.
"Did..Did Matvey like that?" He asked his own cheeks flushed, grinning like he had just won first place in a race.
"No!" Matthew denied, scrambling to get off Ivan who held him firmly in place.
"Matvey makes such pretty noises vhen I touch him," He gloated, his lips pulling tight in a grin. His hands moved down from their place on Matthew's back to his hips, fingertips digging into delicate skin. Matthew frowned.
"Let me go," He told Ivan looking directly at him. Ivan seemed to ponder this for a moment before his grip lessened. Matthew pushed himself back up onto the couch and away from Ivan. He brought a hand to his neck and rubbed at the spot where Ivan had nipped him. "T-that's enough touching," Ivan pouted and let out a huff of air.
"Da, okay Matvey. Enough for now," He responded before pushing himself off the floor. "I vill see if I can find little radio for you," he forced a smile on his face.
"Oh!" Matthew exclaimed, remembering something else he had been going to ask Ivan for. "Could..could you get me some cards? Like playing cards?" He asked timidly. Surely he had to be pushing his luck today.
"Okay. This is fine. I vill get some cards for you to play with," And for the love of him, Matthew felt guilty. Yes, he was a prisoner and yes he was not allowed to leave but this man genuinely seemed to want to respect his wishes and do as he asked, at least for right now. He lowered his face before looking back at Ivan.
"Umm.." He leaned forwards and pecked him on the lips. "T-thanks," Ivan lit up light a Christmas tree, a broad grin lighting up his features.