Sorry guys, my internet is down (which you know if you read To Save The Future) This is already written and stored on my computer, I just don't get it uploaded. Walking all this way to upload this story for so few people seems kind of silly. But I love you guys, so I do it.
Enjoy! Oh! Yeah...this is a smutty chapter. Don't like? Bail out now.
The tall, fair-haired Russian they all knew well, was standing on his porch, alongside a shorter, sandy-blonde haired man who was looking uninterestedly at Ivan.
"Hello Matthew!" Ivan rumbled, picking up Matthew in a hug, which was unlike the man. "This is my little brother, Vlad." He gestured to the country, who was still looking on, clearly ignoring Ivan. "Go inside, da? I want to speak with Matthew." Vladmir pushed past Ivan, and nodded apologetically at Matthew, before fleeing into the waiting arms of Feliciano who hugged him tightly, cooing in Italian. "Would you step outside a moment, da?" Ivan asked, his smile trembling a bit. That was unusual. His body adjusted to the bitter cold, Matthew did so, and Ivan shut the door.
"Yes Ivan?" Matthew looked up at the man without fear. He always thought the man was lonely. Everyone was so afraid of him, he didn't have any friends. A gloved hand put itself on Matthew's shoulder.
"Take care of my little brother. Please? I trust you to be more responsible then Feliciano, who is air-headed at best." Matthew shivered, noting how Ivan's hand was almost the same temperature as his own body. Ivan stepped forward, leaving Matthew nowhere to go. "Are you cold?" he asked, seemingly worried. Matthew shook his head dumbly, not able to speak. Ivan was so close to him. Ivan's eyes slid down Matthew's face, resting on his lips. "Just a taste...da.." He heard the Russian mutter, before Ivan's lips were on his own, not tasting of vodka, like Matthew always imagined they would. They tasted of wilderness. Of cold, snow filled days of riding a sled down hills, and hunting buck in the forest. They tasted of Winter. Matthew didn't move, shocked. Ivan pulled a way, licking his lips, before returning them to Matthew's. This time his tongue licked Matthew's lips, trying to thrust between them. They opened easily, as Matthew finally found out what was going on. The seductive taste of the things he loved grew stronger when Ivan's tongue invaded his mouth, licking here and there, stroking the parts of Matthew's mouth. A hand came up and forced Matthew's jaw open as wide as it could go, the large body pinning him against the door. No one was getting out of the house, unless they were willing to climb out a window. Matthew finally got enough strength and resolve to kiss back, and Ivan's hand lowered, pushing his mouth firmly against Matthew's as if trying to super glue them together. Ivan drew back panting. "Not enough.." he muttered. "I've thrown myself in a pit of desire, Matthew." He whispered, leaning close to Matthew's ear. He nibbled lightly, sucking on the earlobe.
"I-Ivan..what are you-" A forceful kiss on the lips shut Matthew up, Ivan dominating his mouth once again. Ivan growled, an animalistic, hungry sound.
"More." He threaded his hands through Matthew's hair, pressing Matthew even harder against the door, making it creak. The wind began to blow harder, signaling the oncoming storm. The next time Ivan pulled away, leaving a panting Matthew, clinging to the door, Matthew spoke.
"A storm is coming.." he said meekly. "You shouldn't drive in it. You should..stay the night." he fought to hide the blush that was burning on his cheeks, ducking his head. A tongue licked the reddened skin.
"Da. General Winter has begun to stir. We should go inside." And just like that, Ivan was off of him. Matthew moved weakly away from the door, almost falling. Ivan caught him, and opened the door. On the other side, Feliciano and Vladmir was no where in sight. There was no burning smell, so Matthew sighed happily when he noticed the pot had been moved, and the oven had been turned off as he walked through the living room. Ivan took a hesitant step in, and looked around. "Where did they go?" Matthew pointed to Feliciano's room and made a vague gesture. Ivan chuckled seductively, before coming forward and wrapping his arms around of Matthew, pressing himself closely against him.
"I-Ivan.." Matthew mumbled as the man kissed his neck. "I do have a room." Ivan didn't draw away.
"So you don't mind then." Ivan made a content noise. "Not to scary for you, da?" Matthew blushed.
"N-no." He stuttered, then gasped as Ivan bit down on his neck.
"Good to hear. I am guessing the other room is yours?" He said quietly, licking the raised skin. He got a nod in response. "Do not be afraid. I will take good care of your body, da?" Hands caressed Matthew through his jeans, getting a quiet moan. Ivan caught his mouth in a slow kiss, and there was a noise of teenage disgust. Matthew and Ivan looked up to see Vladmir in the hallway, looking distraught.
"That's absolutely-" He was cute off by a squeal from Feliciano.
"CUTE!" He giggled then draped his body over Vladmir.
"You have two seconds to remove yourself from my person." Feliciano ignored him, instead dipping down to nip his neck. "You perverted freak!" He squeaked, trying to get Feliciano off of him. Ivan merely looked on, hands possessively around Mateo's waist. Matthew could feel how bad he wanted to go on to his bedroom, eyes longingly finding there way to the door.
"What happened to Gilbert?" Feliciano asked, slipping his hands inside Vladmir's jacket.
"He said something urgent came up." Ivan clipped. Vladmir was struggling harder now, trying to hit Feliciano. Feliciano sighed at the country, and grabbed his chin, tilting it sideways so he could lick the long canines that over-lapped the bottom lip cutely. Vladmir gasped, caving with a moan.
"I can see you're busy." Feliciano smirked. "I think I'll take Vladmir back to my room now.." And he did, the country complaining loudly the whole way. Without hesitation Ivan pulled Matthew roughly to the room. He shut the door quietly, pulling Matthew to him, and locked it. Matthew was almost nervous..almost. Strong hands clutched him to Ivan, kissing him with intent. He knew what Ivan wanted. They both wanted the same thing to be honest. Ivan backed him up to the bed until his knees hit the end of it, then pushed him down on it forcefully. Ivan clearly thought he'd run. Matthew lifted his eyes to Ivan's, and kissed him softly, with a undertone of yearning. It was so sweet, Ivan moaned with need, tugging softly at Matthew's shirt. He nuzzled Matthew's neck. He was almost whining...almost. Like a dog in heat. Hands ran up and down Matthew's clothed chest, tweaking nipples that had become hard. Matthew brought his hands up, going to un-clip Ivan's long cloak. Ivan saw this as a go ahead, because no later then seconds later, Matthew's shirt was in two separate pieces on either side of the bed. Ivan took a rosy nipple in his mouth, lightly sucking on it. Matthew moaned, squirming. He brought his hands up, threading themselves in Ivan's light hair.
"Do you have any lube?" Ivan whispered. Ah, so he did want to get straight to business. Figured that Ivan wasn't one for foreplay or pleasuring his lover. Somehow Matthew envisioned him to be kinder.
"In the nightstand drawer..." he whispered. He heard Ivan rustling in the drawer, before lips were placed on his neglected nipple. Matthew hummed happily, despite the fingers that were unbuttoning both Feliciano's and Ivan's pants. Ivan stopped his slow teasing, removing his shirt, and pushing his pants off. Matthew soon felt hands removing his last remaining garments, including his glasses. Then Ivan bent down, licking the tip of Matthew's erection, as is testing a lollipop to see if he liked the taste. He then moved Matthew up farther, giving him better access. If Matthew wasn't thrashing around on the be in pleasure, he would have looked on in amazement as the large Russian man sucked him off expertly. He was nearly good enough that Matthew didn't feel it when the first lubed finger was thrust in him. Matthew gasped, feeling it being wiggled around experimentally. A second was added the moment Matthew came, and they immediately began to scissor him roughly causing him to flinch. Ivan licked up Matthew's body, nibbling here and there, with the occasional bite. Matthew also noted in a pleasure induced haze that he had swallowed when he had came, and had not let a drop escape his mouth. A third finger was added, though he knew this was the last finger the Russian would add. He also knew it wouldn't be enough. They pumped slowly, in and out. Finally, after Matthew had begun to pant and moan loudly, the last piece of Ivan's clothes hit the floor, and Matthew turned away as he saw Ivan's member, praying something that big could cause pleasure as well as pain. When it was well lubed, Ivan pressed it against Matthew's entrance. Ivan bent down, kissing Matthew thoroughly.
Matthew barely held back a scream as Ivan thrust sharply into him, even though it was only half-way. Instead he moaned in pain, Ivan's own mouth catching it, forming the word 'more'. What more could Matthew give him?
"It will be okay." Ivan cooed. "You're body is so small." He nipped at Matthew's collarbone. "So it will take a while for you to get used to me being in you." He licked Matthew's lips after a moment, to see if he had passed out from the pain. Maybe he should have stretched him a bit farther. H kissed Matthew lightly. "Matthew?" Matthew opened his eyes, and Ivan nearly cried at the pain he saw there. "I've hurt you bad, da?" Ivan whispered. Matthew merely closed his eyes, trying to relax. Ivan took that as a yes. "I'm sorry." Ivan apologized, actually meaning it. He brushed some hair from Matthew's face, kissing his jaw. Ivan wanted to move, and become fully one with his little lover. But he wouldn't risk it. He could hurt Matthew even more. So instead he peppered the skin he could reach with kisses.
"Put it all the way in." Matthew croaked. Ivan eyed him carefully, before slowly pushing in. Matthew's back arched in pain, and Ivan stopped. "I didn't say stop." he gasped. Ivan shook his head.
"You cannot hold all of me." He said sadly. "Not yet." Matthew growled.
"If I say put it all the way in, you will put it all the way in. It's my ass, not yours." Ivan smiled at the fighting words, and pushed the rest of the way in. Matthew breathed in sharply. "It'll feel better once you move, right?" Matthew choked out, trying not to cry.
"Da. It should." Matthew clocked him on the side of the head weakly.
"Then why aren't you moving?" he asked. Ivan smiled at Matthew, before kissing him passionately.
"You are so young, you do not understand. You aren't here to please me. I am here to please you." Matthew blinked warily at his words in disbelief. A hand found his neglected member, which had wilted from the pain. Ivan played with it, and Matthew moaned, despite the uncomfortable position he was in. Ivan pulled out a little, and pushed back in. Matthew winced, but Ivan pulled even farther out, and pushed back in, going slowly. "You see, you are like I. Misunderstood, shunned." He breathed against Matthew's flesh. "But not because you are bad, or have done any great evil. You are merely forgotten. You have felt no real love. I at least, have had that."
"And you're still cracked?" Matthew croaked as Ivan continued to slowly pull out and push back in, taking it a little bit at a time. "That's sad." Ivan chuckled, and said no more, opting to play with Matthew's nipples, sucking on them, then blowing on them, only to rub them warm and start all over, while his other hand played with Matthew's member. Ivan then continued to increase the pace, angling his hips to the best ability. Matthew arched his back in pleasure, Ivan swallowed the moan, then pulled out. Matthew looked confused as Ivan rolled over, bringing Matthew on top. Ivan grabbed Matthew's bruised hips, and brought Matthew down onto him. Matthew moaned, letting hands guide him as he bounced up and down on Ivan's member, head thrown back in half-pain, half-pleasure. He felt Ivan purposefully angling himself, and shortly after, Matthew clutched at Ivan's shoulder's, a loud moan escaped his lips, and he felt himself roughly slammed onto Ivan's member. But he didn't care, Ivan was hitting that little bundle of nerves that made him scream Ivan's name. He may not be able to walk in the morning but it was worth it. No doubt about it.
"Ivan." He screamed horsely as he came, feeling the long, hard, muscle in him shudder. Moments later, he was filled with Ivan's seed. Matthew lay panting over Ivan's shoulder, when he felt a tongue dance across his neck, licking up the column. Sucking and nipping, he made his way to Mathew's lips, gave yet another dominating kiss, and pulled out. Ivan sat up, pulling Matthew with him. He broke the kiss, looking at Matthew, a little confused. "W-what?" Matthew blushed. Did he do something wrong? A hand came and tilted Matthew's head to the side. Matthew winced as sharp canines drew blood, Ivan making bite marks up and down his neck. Matthew assumed he was claiming him. The afore mentioned hand began to cradle his head
"You taste good, almost addicting...Like vodka, da?" He claimed Matthew's lips again. "I want more. I can never have enough." The hulking man lay beside Matthew, wrapping an arm around him, and kissed his nose. The wind howled outside, and Matthew shivered. Ivan pulled him close.
"I will protect you." Matthew looked up.
"What if Feliciano tries to take me over?" Ivan seemed to think a moment.
"I'd kill him." Was the simple answer.
"I meant my country." Ivan brightened.
"I'd help him. Feliciano and I are good friends." He nodded. "Was he speaking of it?" Matthew nodded. "How exciting, da? Maybe he will!" Matthew shook his head, opting to bury his face in Ivan's chest.
"I'm tired, and I hurt." He clutched at Ivan. "If you leave I swear I'll declare war on Russia." Ivan let out a low chuckle, crushing Matthew to him.
"Then I best not leave, da?" Matthew sighed in contentment, and soon feel asleep breathing softly. Ivan kissed the top of his head, a new train of thought in his head. Feliciano wanted to take over Canada. Or perhaps the world. It had taken over five centuries, but maybe Ivan's words of encouragement had finally kicked in. Hopefully he'd be included in this little take-over. He smiled and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, smelling the various scents of the Canadians' country. He'd talk to Feliciano about it later. Right now, he had a beautiful little lover, smitten with him, clutching at him for dear life. He couldn't leave him. He cuddled Matthew, and drew a blanket over the two of them. "Good night, Matthew." he spoke softly, letting himself doze off.
Did you enjoy this? I sure enjoyed writing it. And guys, I need a beta. For the love of all things peaceful, someone find me a beta. Because I am a lazy person. Read and review my lovelies.
~Abandon