A/N: I did my best to fulfill the two requests I received. One is clearly still a work in progress. Again, I will do just about anything you guys want.


He watched the blond's chest rise and fall as he twitched on the bench. Matt hated any sort of bandage, and the square of gauze being tactfully applied with medical tape was no exception.

"Mmmm!" he whined, feeling the nearly invisible hairs around his navel pull against it.

Gil placed kisses over each adhesive strip, rubbing the other's thigh. "You're so good, Matt..." he murmured, standing quietly and returning to the dropped pile of toys he'd abandoned earlier. He crouched and sifted through, turning a few promising items over in his hands.

"You've done something wonderful for me, and I want to reward you," he continued. "You deserve it." He was whispering now, face serene as he shuffled back over. The throbbing in his pants intensified, and Matt reached out his free leg to run the side of his foot up Gilbert's thigh.

Matt couldn't sit up well, and so couldn't see, but he could hear how Gil's voice caught in his throat, strained with the effort of holding back his pleasure.

"What do you have?" Matt tried to ask, but the bit made the words garbled, and all that really made its way out was a shoddy mess of vowels.

Gil laughed, and Matt chuckled at how stupid he'd sounded. "Hold on, babe." Gil leaned over him, kissing him deeply and quickly before unstrapping his arms, torso, and right leg. He massaged wrists and ankles and said casually, "What about two?"

Then he realized that the bit was still in tact, and like the good sport he was, Matt hadn't tried to remove it.

"...Tch..." He reached into the blond's hair and uncinched the bit, letting it drop in a saliva-coated mess onto the carpet under the bench.

Matt worked his jaw a bit, moving it from side to side and licking the corners of his lips, where they were surely red. "Two what?"

Gil smirked. He reached over the end of the bench and grabbed a rather long...

"Dildo?" Matt asked, nose crinkling and head tilting to the side. Gil trailed light fingers over Matthew's erection, listening to the wheels turn in the blond's head. "Why would I want that when I can have your cock instead?"

The albino laughed, blushing at the compliment.

"Speaking of," Matt said, slowly turning on the bench to swing a leg over Gilbert's lap. "You've pleasured me. Why not let me return the favor?" He worked the button of the male's trousers, not bothering to wait for permission. He wanted it.

"Matt, no, I meant, like... Like you could have me and you can have this. Together... At the same time."

The Canadian chewed his lip. "U-Unh... Yeah..."

Gil cocked a brow. "I remember you saying once that I wasn't enough..." His red eyes darkened to the rose of fresh blood.

Matt gulped and squirmed, reaching down to squeeze himself. "Yeah..." he said softly, clearly lost in his own fantasy now.

"I'm going to tease you," Gil whispered into the other's ear, nipping his ear lobe and tracing the shell with his tongue.

Matt groaned, squeezing tighter on his erection. "W-Why are you telling me?" he breathed.

Gil didn't bother to answer. "Get off," he snapped suddenly.

Matt scrambled, violet eyes wide, and dropped to his knees in front of Gilbert, head bowed again. "S-Sir."

"Spread your legs. I want to look at you."

Gil knew Matt hated being in this particular position, but enforced it nevertheless.

His lower lip disappeared between his teeth again as he tentatively opened his thighs, resting his palms on his knees. His erection gave a half-hearted twitch and he lowered his head in embarrassment, eyes cast to the side.

"Look at me," the Prussian demanded. Slowly, violet eyes raised to meet his. "That's better." He stared the other down, only taking the chance to blink when the other looked away.

Matt's heart was pounding again, so hard, so loud in his own ears. He squirmed a bit in his nervousness, trying to get comfortable in a position that was never meant to be comfortable. "S-Sir..."

"Hush." Gil braced an arm on his knees, resting his chin in his palm as he thought. What they wanted to do was something they'd only discussed a few times, and hadn't tried. There weren't many ways to ensure comfort— the strain on his lower back and abdomen would surely be awful, and Gilbert wanted to avoid that as much as he could. "Lay back. Keep your knees up."

Swallowing, Matt did as told. Gilbert walked to the wardrobe again and pulled open a drawer, taking out a self-warming silicone-based lubricant. It wasn't particularly their favorite kind, but with what he was about to undertake, he needed something that was sure to last.

He returned to the carpet, kneeling between Matt's legs and untying the twist tie holding a vibrator and remote together. He slicked up the plug, as well as a few fingers, and with some quick work, managed to loosen the other up enough to insert the torturous toy. Normally, he would ask if this felt good, but as he still had a green, he didn't bother.

Matt did his best to hold still, and of course, to not release the pressure building in his cock. He'd learned, early on, that orgasming without Gilbert's express permission resulted in a round of sounding, which was embarrassing because it hardly felt like a punishment until he could cry from the pressure. Despite how fast Gil was trying to move, Matt loved it, treating him as if he were an outlet in a wall instead of a man with a convenient orifice.

As Gil moved about their basement, pondering, he turned on the vibrator, low and slow. He smirked at Matt's gasp, contemplating how much to toy with him. He'd said he would tease him, but he needed him loose.

Fuck it.

He held down the button on the remote until the vibrator was on its top speed, slowly grinning as he heard Matthew's moans climb from a low, heady purr to a near—

Silence. ...Almost.

Gilbert immediately felt cheated. He stomped over to Matt and lightly kicked his thigh. "Stop biting your lip. If I see it again, you're getting whipped. And not in the way you like."

The blond's face was so red he'd make the Devil himself proud, and the sob of pleasure that sailed out of his mouth had Gilbert needing to squeeze his own crotch. He watched Matt writhe on the floor, no doubt getting carpet burn... how his erection twitched and his abdomen clenched from the sheer effort of not—

"Don't cum."

"A-AaaAHH!"

Gil could hear how he was clearly struggling, the frustration evident in each beautifully sang note. He debated on whether a cock ring would help or hinder the situation...

But that was what this was about. Forcing Matt to struggle... and win.

He finally turned down the vibrations, to a more moderate level, letting the Canadian catch his breath. Gilbert nudged his side again with his shoe, glaring down at him. "Up," he commanded.

Matt looked at him with offended eyes, getting first to his knees, slowly, and then on his feet, visibly shaking. "Get on the bed," Gil continued.

It was as though with his every word, his voice dropped twelve degrees...

And it was so, so exciting.

Matt went as carefully as he could over to the four-poster, the one area in the room they hardly used. He climbed on, jerking when Gil turned up the vibrator momentarily. "Aah!"

"Sh. Spread out."

Matt knew this command. He'd been well-trained. He put an arm on each of the two pillows, and extended his legs to the corners of the bed. He watched Gil select a bar, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple, and couldn't help but moan in excitement. It was about eighteen inches wide, and it had the blond licking his lips.

He didn't know what he'd been expecting, but the look on Gilbert's face, coarse and cold, did not match his movements. He took a throw pillow and gently lifted Matthew's hips to slide it under his lower back. Then he applied a bit of lotion to Matthew's smooth thighs before attaching the spreader bar, keeping his legs open. Gilbert had once called him a venus fly trap, and that was what resulted in the purchase of the spreader bars after the blond had bruised Gil's hip bones.

Carefully, the snow-haired man withdrew the plug, and Matt flushed in embarrassment at the noise he heard after it was fully removed. "It's fine," Gil murmured, not even needing to look at the other's face to know what was bothering him. He stood again, leaving Matthew empty, and went to grab a steel tray to set by the bed. On it he placed the lubricant from before, a moderately sized phallus, and after a moment of contemplation, his sheathed knife. It felt as though he were preparing for an operation, and he supposed he was, in a way.

He was so excited, but he resisted touching himself. He slicked up the toy with quick hands, glad that the lubricant was warming, and gave Matt a quick glance before positioning it, licking his lips. He pushed it in, watching how the male's body opened before him, and he smirked when he saw Matt's legs try to snap together. Yes, the bar had been a good investment.

"Haaahh..."

He considered gagging him again, but this was something new, and he needed to hear how Matt was doing through every step of the process. He kept pushing, steadily at first, and then became very impatient, suddenly shoving it in the rest of the way.

"Uunh, fuck!"

He'd hit that wonderful bundle of nerves, and watched as a stream of precum slid down Matt's upright shaft. "You're doing so good," he praised, rubbing the inside of the blond's thigh. He shifted his weight, trying to relieve the tension in his own cock. Usually such foul language would merit a smack, but again... they were trying something new, and as much as his palm itched to make sharp contact, he needed to be lenient.

Gil gave the other some time to adjust before beginning the painstaking task of moving it. He pumped it slowly in and out, careful not to push too hard against his prostate— as fun as that usually was, it would be just cruel, especially then.

After a few moments of simply listening to Matthew's pained keening, he just let the toy sit in him. He reached onto the tray for his knife, thinking of ways to make this easier. He examined the blade and handle... the handle.

Ivory, mostly smooth...

Yes.

He slicked it up and held the sheathed end in his hand before taking the end of the toy in and pushing to the side, trying to make even the smallest bit of space to add. He set the cool handle on the edge of the blond's hole and very carefully pushed it in alongside the phallus. The handle wasn't exactly narrow, closer to the diameter of a double-A battery, but Matt felt it.

"O-Oh, my GOD...!"

Gilbert's head shot up. "Okay?" he asked hoarsely, becoming increasingly more aroused.

"Yesyesyes, it's great, Sir, it's awesome..."

Gilbert smiled, glad for that bit of encouragement, a rare occurrence for him in this room.

He started pumping again, murmuring every now and again how wonderful Matt was doing, how he was so pleased, how he was perfect...

But nothing could come close to how it felt to see his greatest tool pleasuring the Canadian almost as much as it had pleasured him before. The ivory was beautiful, smooth as marble, and only looked better there inside his greatest masterpiece.

Soon, moving the two became too easy. He slipped in a few of the fingers from the hand holding the two implements, attempting to get Matt as loose as he could handle.

Carefully, he withdrew his fingers, then the knife, and lastly the implement. The blond whimpered, again clenching his legs against the bar.

Gil examined the other's face as he slowly pushed down his trousers and briefs, stepping off the bed to discard them in a pile. He licked his lips, mouth suddenly going dry. His stomach gave a flip as he stood beside Matthew, taking the lined cuff on the post of the bed and latching it onto the male's wrist. As he reached across Matt's face to grab the other one, he felt a tongue trace a thin path along his abdomen.

"Nnn..." he groaned, briefly falling back into old habits. Then he was rigid again and barked, "Don't do that." The blond chuckled as the other cuff clicked into place, licking his teeth whorishly as he took in Gilbert's body.

The Prussian threw him a sharp glance as he assumed his position between the other's legs, easily pushing himself in. He allowed himself a few languid rolls of his hips, feeling how smoothly he slid in the other. Pulling out, he slicked himself up, and then, taking the phallus in hand again, lubricating it as well. Once he pushed into the hilt, he took the toy and nudged it teasingly over where their bodies met.

Matt's eyes widened, as if finally understanding, and his cock gave a strong twitch.

All Gilbert did was nod, and the Canadian began to relax each muscle in his body. Carefully, the white-haired man began to push the toy in, directly beneath his own prick, doing it somewhat quickly to get past that first ring of muscle. He hissed, clenching his jaw and head lolling back. The friction was absolutely unbelievable.

"Yellow," Matt cried.

Gilbert's cheeks reddened. He'd jumped the gun. He knew better than to rush, at least with Mattie. Keeping his lower half in check, he reached out and ran a hand appraisingly over the male's nipples, trailing his fingers down his abdomen to the gauze protecting his previous work, briefly over his still straining erection, and over his hip, waiting.

Violet eyes fell closed, and Gil felt the bar between Matt's legs stop pushing so insistently against his stomach. They breathed slowly, and Gil bowed his head, feeling himself throbbing wantonly in the other.

"Green," the blond sighed, and Gil exhaled in a short puff.

With an incredibly steady hand, he urged the toy in farther, spitting out increasingly obscene curses as it pushed against him.

Then it was in, and Matt had two rods leaning into his sweet spot. The blood surged through him like mercury, and Gilbert was privileged to watch as Matthew turned red from cheeks to ears to neck and down the top of his chest, like a thermometer.

"How does it feel, Matthew?" Gil asked in an impressively calm voice.

"I... I don't know," Matt mewled, tongue peeking out to moisten his lips.

"Yes, you do. How does it feel?" Gilbert repeated, with a little less patience.

The male's breath came out in shudders. "S—" He took yet another moment to collect himself. "S-so good, Sir, so good... Tight..."

The Prussian's smile dripped with arrogant pride, and with those words in mind, he held tighter to the end of the toy and began to move it, pulling it out and then pushing it in as he rolled back his hips, almost as if he were cranking a wheel. Matthew just kept squeezing tighter and tighter on him, choking him until he felt faint with it, and then—

"Ah, fuck...!"

He came so gracefully that Matt would have openly worshiped him, were they in any other position.

But they weren't.

And there was no cause to worry. Matthew knew that, with Gilbert Beilschmidt in control, they were both likely to cum over and over again, with barely a breath in between, until it hurt.


A/N: Is this what you two were wanting? I look forward to hearing back from you.