Disclaimer(Because everyone seems to have one...Even though we're all on a fanfic site and know that we don't own all the characters or anything. Except OCs, we own those.): I of course do not own Hetalia, Matthew, or Gilbert. That is all, nya~ ^-^
While writing this I had this song on repeat: watch?v=doWIkO1GGVo
WARNING: Yaoi ahead, in other words guyXguy! If that's not your thing, then don't read.
That is all! Enjoy! Or don't... It's whatever ya know~! ^-^
Guten Abend
The door held no resistance from my rough shove, it swung freely like a bird jumping into flight. My feet were another matter entirely. I had lost count of how many times I'd tripped coming home, along with how many people I'd killed escaping that bastard Ivan. The searing pain encircling my wrists still made my eyes smart. I felt like a slaughter cattle: bought, branded, and tortured unto death. But I hadn't died. No, the awesome me had persisted and showed all those sons of bitches what I was made of.
Smirking, I entered my house. Well, it wasn't really my house, it was mein Birdie's, but since he was mein, it was my house as well. The smell of baking bread and freshly cut fruit wafted towards me from the kitchen. A genuine smile graced my lips, of course he would be cooking. It's what he does when he's worried, or tired, or just looking for something to do. Not to mention his damned polar bear ate like a fucking elephant.
I deftly dropped my blood soaked, black leather jacket on the floor while simultaneously kicking the door shut. The only clothes that had made it through my escape with me was my black muscle shirt, and holey black jeans.
"Alfred, have you heard anything about Gilbert?" Came my lover's hushed voice, echoing from the depths of the kitchen. My inner core warmed at just the whisper of his voice, emitted from soft lips, enunciated by a capable tongue. Stealthily, I made my way to the kitchen's entrance.
"Guten Abend, Birdie." Verdammit... My voice caught at the end. He was just so gorgeous. Dropping the spatula in his hand, my Canadian spun around to face me from his spot dutifully in front of his pancakes.
He wore his signature red hoodie, a cream coloured apron with the words "Embrassez le Cuisinier" hid the white maple leaf printed upon the hoodie. Jeans hung upon angled hips, and the polar bear slippers I had bought him covered his feet. His light orange-blond hair looked unkempt, no doubt from many sleepless nights. Underwire glasses stood askew towards the tip of his nose, about to fall off, unveiling his violet eyes. I wouldn't mind getting lost in those eyes, it would be time well spent. Overall, he was still mein Birdie, from hair curl to slippered foot.
"Mon Dieu." He muttered, "G-Gil?"
"In the flesh."
One instant Birdie was in front of the stove, the next he was hugging me fiercely, his fingers curled into the thin fabric on my back catching a bit of skin along with the cotton. I hugged him back, trying to force my muscles not to twitch as recently healed scars screamed in protest from the way they were being bent. It felt so nice, just to hold him as familiar heat started to fill my body, ebbing its way to every tendon and deep into my marrow.
All too soon, Birdie released his grip on me, and I conceded to do the same with him in preference of looking into each other's eyes. Well, I looked into his eyes. He was more intent on studying all of my exposed skin, with his mouth agape.
I tried to put on my best 'You want me to steal your vital regions?' smirk, only to feel like I was grimacing. "You know, if you missed looking at me that much I could take off the rest of my clothes." I jested.
"Actually, would you?" He practically ordered in a face serious enough to challenge Ludwig's. It took a half beat for me realize that he was not joking like I was.
"Uh, sure Birdie, but what about the pancakes?" The effect of my words hit home as his eyes widened in horror. He quickly turned, grabbed a new spatula, and flipped the perfectly done pancakes onto a waiting plate in one deft movement.
While he was distracted I moved myself to the bathroom. I undressed slowly, carefully inching the rough fabric off of my tender skin pausing only when the stretch of my new scars protested to the point of almost breaking. Once unclothed I stood in front of the full length mirror fastened between the two sinks we used. My lip twitched noticeably in the glass. If I were a painting, than the artist had a poor taste in colour. Almost every part of his skin held a bruise, or looked as if it had been bruised within the last month. Swirls of black, purple, blue, and yellow vied for dominance upon my skin's pale surface. There was the fading brown of one upon my left cheek that still hurt when I probed it a little. The bruising was worst around my thighs, on my chest, and my arms. My torturers had recently started a new technique that didn't involve beating my face, which I was thankful for. New laceration scars were noticeably pinker than their long healed brethren. These newcomers marked their way up my arms, along my toned abdomen, and a majority centered upon my back. All of them were healed, although it wouldn't take much for the ones on my back to open up again.
Sighing, I made my way into the open shower and turned it on so the temperature was a degree below scalding. As the droplets pelted my already tender flesh all I could do was stand there, soaking in the heat and the water that was not meant to purposefully hurt me or torture a confession out of obstinate lips. After about ten minutes of just soaking there I grabbed the soap bar, sudsing up my hands and then, mindful of my bruised cheek, I scrubbed my face. After washing the suds off I caught the now slippery bar and proceeded apprehensively to wash off the grime that was layered onto my skin. I got so lost in the warm caress of the water and watching the suds roll off my body, much like my worries, I never noticed him.
He didn't say a word as his arms slid to rest on my hips while his hands reached to take the soap from me. Gently he rested his chin on my right shoulder, his bare chest flush against my back sent sparks of electricity up my spine and caused my insides to tremble. Apparently it wasn't just my insides because Birdie let out a small chuckle before affectionately placing a kiss at the base of my neck and pulling himself away to clean his own body while I washed my hair.
~~~~~~~~~~ Matthew's Point of View ~~~~~~~~~~
Mon Dieu, the bruises. He was covered in them and made no point of saying if it hurt or not when I held him. I hadn't noticed the scars at first either, especially not when he had his shirt on. Of course I noticed the spot where my fingers had scraped one of his many newly made scabs. I had thought it was just his bunched up shirt, but Maple. I looked him over critically as I quickly washed my body, having taken a shower only the night before and not going anywhere during the day today.
Even the look in his normally sanguine eyes was enough to make my heart break. I couldn't even imagine the horrors that he went through this last month. He had tried to tell me about the time he was trapped by that fils de salop(sal-oh) Ivan. Gil hadn't even gotten a fourth of the way through telling me about the first day before I had gotten too squeamish to listen any more.
At the moment my Prussian was standing under the quickly cooling water with his eyes closed and his face towards the oncoming pelt of H2O. I couldn't stand it any longer, I gently wrapped my arms around his middle, my chest pressed against his healing back, and I rested my cheek on his left shoulder with my face towards his neck. He stiffened under me just before a shiver of pleasure(?) came over him. Or was the water just getting too cold for him? Either way I tightened my grip around his waist and nuzzled his cool neck. I didn't really want to initiate anything, in case he was too tired, but I made sure to let him know how much I missed him and that I was ready any time he was.
We stood there a few minutes until the water got to where it was just cold for me, but probably freezing for my lover. His hand reached up to the shower knob and turned the flow of ice water off. After an involuntary shudder he started to move out of the shower area, I released him from my grip so he could go to where we kept the towels. I followed of course and grabbed my own after he had his. I dried myself quickly and went into the bedroom to find my boxers and some lounge pants, leaving Gil in the bathroom to finish up brushing his teeth.
Clothed and ready for bed I made my way over to it, pausing just long enough to think of how I wouldn't be alone tonight, and also just long enough for strong, pale arms to wrap themselves around my bare abdomen.
"Have I ever told you how much I love the fact that you sleep shirtless?" A gruff voice whispered close to my ear. He didn't give me a chance to respond before the nipping started. He went from the nape of my neck, nipping then kissing it away until he was at my shoulder.
"Are you sure, Gil? Maybe we should wait til tomorrow so you aren't as tired." I turned my head to look at the man. His thin, red lips were pouted ever so cutely, and his ruby eyes held looks of want and lust. "Gi-" I was cut off as those red lips smashed into my own from pent up longing. I could taste the missed times that we had lost in the past months along with the remnants of peppermint from his toothpaste.
I turned to fully face him, my head tilted down to compensate for our two-inch height difference as his tongue probed my bottom lip, begging for entrance. I obliged as he started backing me up towards the bed, his thumbs already hooked the elastic in my pants. My calfs hit the bed frame sooner than either of us were expecting. I toppled back onto the mattress, my lover came down on top of me with a surprised huff. Mon Dieu, did he smell wonderful, the soap scent that now coated his bare skin wafted towards me along with his peppermint breath. The skin on skin contact ended up being too much for me as I felt my pants become tighter.
He reconnected the kiss, our tongues struggled for dominance until I relented and let him "win". His tongue meandered from the roof of my mouth, to my tongue, until I started sucking on it, causing him to let out a rumbling growl of approval. He pulled back just enough to break the kiss, then started planting them along my jawline. When he got to my neck he started biting hard enough to leave marks, and I didn't care. It was better having it hurt and knowing that he's here with me in this moment than the phantom kisses that teased my skin when he was away.
As he was kissing me his hands wandered, lovingly stroking the skin on my back, to my toned abdomen, to my chest where he tweaked one of my hardened nubs causing me to let out a low groan of pleasure. He made his way down to my left one and bit at it evoking a deep moan from me, along with a few more as he licked it and moved over to the right to do the same. His mouth continued its descent across my toned middle right up until it got to my pantline. He then quickly stripped me of my pants along with the boxers freeing my erection. And to my annoyance moved away and got up to reach for the nightstand drawer where we kept the lube.
While my lover was predisposed looking for the lube I moved onto the bed in a more comfortable position on my stomach. Finally he found it and returned already having the lid off and coating three of his fingers. He slowly moved one finger into my hole, peppering kisses along my backbone and shoulder blades as he did so. Soon a second finger joined the first and both started scissor-like motions, prepping me further. A third digit then joined and caused me to let out a small whine in pain. After a few moments he removed them all and replaced them something much bigger, and just so much better. A noise half between a whimper of pain, and a moan in anticipated pleasure escaped me. Once his full length was in it took me a bit to get used to it, some might call Gil's bluff on having five meters, but it sure as heck didn't feel like a bluff at these times.
"Move." I finally whispered. He started with small thrusts, but they soon grew harder and faster. It took him a few times, but finally he hit the bundle of nerves that caused low moans to escape me. As he was rutting into me he grabbed my length and started pumping in time to the thrusts. With a drawn out moan I came. After a few more thrusts, so did Gil.
"Ich liebe dich." Gil muttered in my ear, then fell down on the bed beside me.
"Je t'aime." I murmured back to him.
* is a German word/phrase is a French word/phrase
*Guten Abend- Good Evening
*Verdammt- Dammit
Mon Dieu- My God
Fils de Salop- Son of a Bitch
*Ich liebe dich- I love you
Je t'aime- I love you
This was my first time writing smut, please don't hate me! Dx
It was really short too...I might come back and lengthen it when I feel like I could do a better job, or just write another scene sometime. It really depends on what you all want... Please review and let me know what you think~!
