Leaning against the counter at work, Matthew let out a yawn. It was still early in the morning. The only customers he saw where just here for their morning pack of smokes or energy drinks. All very mudane in Matthew opinion. But it was easy and he got a paycheck from it. He could take advanage of his degree in agriculture but that would mean he would have to move again and he hated moving. He hoped the day would go by fast.

It didn't.

The more the day dragged on and on, the more Matthew wanted to go home. With a pit stop to the grocery store. But he had to wait for Raivis to show up for the afternoon shift. He glanced towards the clock. 2:18 P.M. Only an hour and fourty minutes or so left. Not so bad. He watched from behind the counter as a group of young children came in followed a few moments later by their parents. They got what they needed—a half gallon of milk and a few chocolate bars as treats for the kids—and paid for their items quickly without so much as a hello to Matthew. Not that it was anything new. They left as quickly as they came and Matthew was alone one again with only his thoughts to keep him company. And even then he wanted to avoid them.

He was at a loss as to what to do about Ivan and Alfred. He didn't want to hide the fact that Alfred had kissed him more then just on the cheek, but he didn't want Ivan to hate the other man more than what he did now. Hell, Ivan as an officer, he may as well press charges if he came out with the truth. After all whether it was a a brother or sister, it was kind of sexual and incest was against the law. His eyes widened slightly. Shit. He should'nt have said anything. If Al went to jail because of him—No. No. He'd call Ivan after work and explain. Invite him over and explain the whole thing to him. He wasn't about to let anything happen to Al because of his stupidity.

The bell above the door tingled as said door was open and Matthew looked up just in time to see Raivis walking in.

"Thank god Raivis. I really have to go now," He tore off his apron-smock and tossed it at the shorter male before quickly clocking out and leaving.

"O-okay, bye Matthew,"

He sent a quick text message to Ivan's personal cell after for him to come over to the apartment after work as he walked up the street towards the grocers. He grabbed a basket on his way past the main doors. He quickly went around the shop and got what he wanted—a few snacks, some fresh fruit and some steaks—and headed home after paying.

When he arrived at home, the first thing he did after setting the bags down on the counter was take out his phone and check his phone for any messages. One from Alfred and two from Ivan.

'da, be over after work' was the first message followed by 'fk not going to make it—case' about five minutes later.

"Fuck!" Matthew cursed out loud. He quickly began texting back to his boyfriend. 'Ivan,' He typed out. 'Want you,' He pressed send as fast as he could before he could delete the message. 'Now. ASAP,' he sent as a followup to the first message. He received three rapid pings back as he received a response.

'be there as soon as I can,'; 'Just you wait,' and 'Slutty little boy,' were the quick responses he received back. He couldn't help but giggle.

'I'll be waiting,' He wrote back before going to Alfred's message; asking if he wanted to go see a movie. He shot back a quick message saying he was busy and couldn't but maybe another time before setting his phone down before going to put his purchases away. He then made a quick supper before going to relax in the living room and watch some television.

He eventually dozed off watching television. When he awoke, his phone was buzzing like crazy. He shook himself awake and went to the counter to answer it.

"'Ello?" He answered sleepily. "This is Matthew,"

"Da, Matvey. Just the person I was looking for," Matthew whined softly at the low baritone of Ivan's voice. "I have only a quick moment before I need to return to work,"

"Da Ivan? I miss you. Come home soon," Ivan's groan echoed against his eardrum.

"Da? Is that so? You'd best be ready for me when I arrive. Plaint and loose so I can just slid into—Yes! I will be there in a minute!" He ended in a yell. "Fucking pricks," He growled after a moment. "Anyways. Best be ready for me when I get home da? I will call when I leave the office,"

"O-okay," He agreed. He really hadn't thought this through had he?

"Goodbye Matvey," Ivan said, voice curling into Matthew's ear before he ended the call. He ended the call and put his phone back down on the counter. Ivan really expected him to do that before he arrived? Of course. He knew how Matthew felt about sex. While he did enjoy it—Really, who didn't?—he did not enjoy having to finger himself open, alone or otherwise. His fingers weren't as long or as thick as Ivan's and he could not press them deep enough. He didn't like to use toys when the real thing was near by. It only left him feeling empty and alone. Ivan knew this. But it was his own fault. He was the one who had offered. He looked at the clock, but it was only just after eight pm. He picked up his phone again before locking the door to his apartment and going to his bedroom. As much as he hated it, he might as well get it over right right? His pulse thudded in his throat as he flushed with semi-excitement. Perhaps it was just the thought. It had been a few days since he'd last seen Ivan after all. He tossed his phone on his bed before stripping out of his clothing.

He moved his phone to the nightstand before pulling back his blankets and crawling inside, snugging into their cool warmth. He trailed his fingers up his chest, breath hitching slightly as he thumbed over a nipple. He had never been this sensitive before he had met Ivan. Then again, he'd never really knew anyone like Ivan either that touched him like he did. He thumbed his nipples with both hands, body jolting in pleasure. He could hear the blood pounding in his ears as it rushed about his body, his cock starting to fill with blood, the more he got aroused. He moved a hand down; trailing his fingers down from his nipple, along his navel and through the coarse hair around his half hard cock. His hips jerked forward at the action and he let out a soft moan. Perhaps it would be better this time.

He let go of his cock and reached over to his nightstand to get some lubricant out of the drawer, clumsily spilling it over his hands and onto the sheets. He chucked the bottle back in the drawer before fumbling under the blankets again, his slick fingers running along the length of his swollen erection, over his balls and between his butt cheeks. He gasped lightly as he began to prod a finger against his entrance, wincing slightly at the awkward angle. Slowly he began to work himself open; one, two, three fingers prodding into his body. He groaned in frustration, unable to press as deep as he would like, as he needed to to bring himself that jolt of pleasure. He debated on if he wanted to get out a toy from his nightstand—Gifts from Ivan. Longer, thinner toys just to drive him back to Ivan—not that he would want toys over hardened flesh, but still longer than his own fingers. He withdrew his fingers from his body, wiping them on the sheets before yanking open the drawer again, pulling out a black velvet fabric case. He pulled at the drawstring of the bag and pulled out a slender, curved glass dildo, with a lovely little loop at the end to hold it with, small bumps—like suction cups—over the surface, like a tentacle.

He had never used to before since it wasn't often than Ivan wanted him to as he preferred to use his own hands but out of the things he had bought for the blonde, Matthew was almost partial to this one. It was very pretty. Crafted out of a dark red-maroon coloured glass. He covered the chilled glass with lube before wriggling around, getting comfortable again. He pressed the tip of the glass toy into his body, wincing at the coldness, his fingers curled around the looped end. He whined softly as he applied more pressure, the toy quickly warming up with the temperature of his body as it penetrated deeper.

"Nnnn!" He whined softly, the sound echoing in the quiet of his room as he turned his wrists slightly, the slightly bulbous head nudging against his insides. His cock hit lightly against his lower belly as he moved his wrist. His other hand lingered at his chest, occasionally pinching at his nipples. He ran his hand down his flank before letting his hand settle at the dip where his hip and leg met, nails biting into the soft flesh every so often. "Ah!" He jolted in surprise when his phone rang. He pulled the toy out of his body before turning and grabbing the house phone off the nightstand. "H-hello? This is M-Matthew," He stuttered out, knowing it would only be Ivan or Alfred.

"Hey Broisk! What'cha doing? You didn't answer my messages," Matthew grabbed his cell phone and looking at the messages.

"S-sorry Al, I had my cell on vibrate and didn't here them. I'm...I'm not feeling well so I went to bed early,"

"Oh well you sound fine to me, aside from that nervous stutter of yours that you do when you lie," Al stated bluntly. Matthew swallowed.

"W-what makes you think I'm lying? I'm not feeling well so I'm going to—" Alfred laughed softly.

"Cause you stutter when you lie. Listen. I don't care what your doing. It's okay, but there's no need to lie to your big brother about it. Unless Ivan's there. Then lie away cause I don't want to hear that shit," Matthew couldn't suppress the laugh that escaped his throat.

"Not to worry Al, Ivan's still tied up at work for now. He's coming over later though. But regardless of that. I thought you were going to the movies or something?" He pinned the phone between his cheek and shoulder as he picked up the dildo and applied a bit more lube to it before sliding it back into his body with a light hiss at the coolness.

"I was going to but no one wanted to go," Matthew could hear the frown on his brothers features though the sound of his voice. "Mattie, really. What the heck are you doing?"

"I'm not doing anything. Aside from talking to you," He fought to keep his voice steady as he twisted his wrist slightly, prodding the glass toy against his prostate. It was unfortunate that he could not keep the sharp gasp inside his throat.

"Mattie. What the fuck are you doing? Seriously. All I can hear is your breath hitching. If your lying to me and Ivan's there I am gonna be so pissed. Cause I don't want to listen to him fuck you. And that's kinda pervy by the way, even for you,"

"Ivan is not here! And you're the one that called me anyways!" Matthew nearly yelled into the phone. "Get your mind out of the gutter!" He moved his free hand to hold the phone now that his neck was beginning to cramp. "Do you honestly think Ivan would 'A' keep letting me talk to you if we were and 'B' he would make sure I wouldn't be able to talk properly just to piss you off," Alfred pondered this for a moment.

"Yeah, I suppose you have a point. He would be one to rub it in," Alfred said in agreement. "So are you what, jacking off cause he's not there?" Heat rose to Matthew's face and he thanked god Alfred could not see him.

"I'm not having this conversation with you Brother,"

"Ohhh! Brother is it now? Now I know this conversation is upsetting you. You are jacking off aren't you? You only call me brother when it's a seriously true accusation," He let out a low chuckle. "Now Mattie, don't be ashamed! It's something that very guy does!" Matthew let out a whine. "Here, I will talk you though it. What you do is put your hand on your—,"

"Alfred!" He squeaked out. Alfred laughed softly into the mouthpiece. "Fuck! Ruin the mood why don't you!" He slowly pulled the toy out of his body and set it on its pouch on the nightstand. "I'm hanging up you prick,"

"Whoa, whoa. Hold on. You were actually—what the fuck Mattie!" Alfred cursed. "Mattie, come on, I can put you back in the mood! Come on, we'll have phone sex!"

"NO!" He yelled into the phone. "Fuck Alfred, we are not having this conversation! I've already told you that we will never be any more than brothers! I told you I was busy, I told you I was sick. How many more times did I have to make excuses to get off the phone with you?!"

"Well I..I.."

"I have to go. Ivan's beeping in and he's on his way home," He lied angrily. "Good bye Alfred,"

"Wait, Mattie—," Matthew clicked off the phone and tossed it across the room. It hit the wall with enough force for the back to come off and the battery to fly out. At leased he wouldn't be bothered by that again. Unfortunately his cellphone received back to back pings as he received text messages not two minutes after, and then it began ringing shortly there afterwards. He ignored it, letting it go to voice mail. A minute later it began ringing again he ignored it again. The third time he picked up his cell phone with shaking hands and slid the bar to talk.

"I'm not talking to you anymore you fucking prick! Don't call me again Al!" He yelled into the phone, before hanging up abruptly. He barely had the phone set back on the nightstand before it began to ring again. "I already told you—,"

"Nyet. You hang up on me again I vill be forced to do something I may regret Matvey. Ve vouldn't vant that vould ve now?"

"I-Ivan! I—I'm sorry..." He whimpered softly.

"Da, I vill forgive it this time," He growled softly. "I am on my vay. Are you ready?" he asked.

"You'll just have to find out," He teased. Ivan growled louder into his ear piece, telling him he'd be there shortly before ending the call. Matthew let out a groan of frustration as he set the phone down on the nightstand again and slipped a hand down his chest, skirting around his now half hard cock and between his legs. Even with his fingers dry as a bone, they slipped inside his body with relative ease. He withdrew them right away and wiped them on his sheets. No use in keeping them clean now, he'd have to wash them in the morning after Ivan left anyways. He curled up on his side, pulling the blankets over his shoulders and let out a heavy sigh. He didn't even want to have sex now. Alfred completely screwed him over and ruined whatever mindless arousal he might have had. He buried his face into his pillow. If it wasn't for this fucked up thing with Alfred he wouldn't have even bothered Ivan at all.

He must have dozed off for a bit as the next thing he knew he was hearing keys in the lock before his name being called out. Shit. Of course Ivan wanted him to come greet him at the door. He fought with the blankets briefly before scrambling over to the dresser. He grabbed the first thing he saw—one of Ivan's dress shirts—and slipped into it, buttoning it up as he went out to the kitchen. The sleeves were too long, hanging past his hands. He messed the buttons up so they were out of order.

"Matvey, come out here!" Ivan called. Matthew peaked around the corner. "Come, Matvey. Welcome me home," Matthew blushed softly as he walked around the corner watching as Ivan peeled out of his coat and suit jacket.

"W-welcome home," He greeted with a shy smile as he clasped his hands together behind his back. Ivan looked at him from where he was, halfway though taking off his shoes and ran his eyes over his slim form. He stopped what he was doing and took the four steps it took to reach Matthew. Matthew looked up at him coyly for a moment before looking down at his feet. "Let me help you," He murmured as he sank to his knees and began untying Ivan's dress shoes.

"Matvey," Ivan choked out. Matthew looked up at him from his spot on the floor. "What are you doing?" He lowered his gaze, a frown now pulling at his lips.

"I..I was...I was helping..you out of your shoes," He muttered and moved to push himself off the floor. Ivan put a hand atop his head, stopping him from rising. He looked down at Matthew as he licked his lips and Matthew went back to the task at hand, untying the others shoes and removing them when Ivan lifted his foot. He worried at his lip for a moment before bringing his hands to rest at Ivan's belt as he started to undo the clasp. He wondered if he should do this. Ivan liked it so it was probably a good thing to start with. He pulled down the zipper of his slacks slowly, a small smile pulling at his lips at the audible change in Ivan's breathing. He slipped his hand into his pants and boxers, fumbling before his fingers met with Ivan's half hard cock. He gently pulled it out of his pants though the zipper, careful of the teeth as he sat up a bit straighter. He glanced up at Ivan for a moment who licked his lips at the sight. Matthew hesitantly took the head into his mouth, tongue lapping at the slit. Ivan's fingers tangled in his golden locks, tightening as Matthew opened his mouth wider to take more of him in.

"Fuck, Matvey..." He hissed out. "Been thinking of that nice little mouth of yours all day," He pulled on Matthew's hair again, pulling him back. Matthew pulled away from Ivan reluctantly, licking his lips as he looked back up at the man. Ivan released his hair and pulled him up by the arm; quickly crowding him against the wall. "So eager tonight Matvey," He murmured before nipping at his lips. "Let see if you are ready, da?" he belt his knees slightly and placed his hands the outsides of Matthew thighs before lifting him up. Matthew could only squirm in his hold, breath catching as Ivan managed to manoeuvre him in such a way that he could press a finger into him. He clicked his tongue at Matthew. "I thought you vere going to be all ready when I came home?" He frowned, wiggling his finger deeper causing Matthew to gasp.

"I—I was, but I fell asleep and then you were home, I didn't have time to—ahhhh!" He cried out loudly as Ivan forced another finger into him. He still was a bit slick from earlier, but it still hurt as Ivan prodded his insides. "Please, can't we g-go to bed? I don't want to do this in the hall,"

"Nyet," Came Ivan's quick response.

"But Ivan—,"

"If I vant you in bed then ve vill go to bed. If I vant you here then I vill have you here," he hissed as he shifted the blonde in his hold before pressing a third finger into him.

"Ivan!" Matthew cried out, tears pooling in the corner of his eyes as he gripped onto the mans shoulders, his nails digging into the flesh. "It hurts Ivan! Stop it!" He tried to push back; to push at Ivan's arms—even if he fell it would worth it. "I said stop it!" He cried but it was all rather useless. Ivan continued to ignore him; fingers digging into him as he watched Matthew struggle. "Get away from me!" He tried hitting; kicking, but it was like he was a small child. Ivan only laughed them off, looking at him with a dazed look. "Ivan, please!" He pleaded with the older man. Ivan shifted his grip on Matthew, withdrawing his fingers earning a whimper from the blonde. His lips pulled into a smirk as he watched Matthew's frightened expression. "Ivan, don't—you promised me you wouldn't—you can't, don't do this!"

"Says who? You? I said that at the cabin but things have changed. Matvey is mine now and I vill have him how I vant,"

"Ivan, Ivan, no.. not like this, please. I love you, but you can't force me; please don't—don't rape me," Ivan stiffened.

"Vhat? Vhat am I doing?" He hissed. "Rape, no. You told me. You said I could,"

"No! No means no Ivan! It doesn't matter what I said earlier! I'm saying no now! Now let me go!" Ivan let go of him and backed up, letting him fall to the floor. He bit his lip and kept his gaze to the floor as he lifted his hand up to wipe away his tears. "Get out," He whispered before scrambling to his feet and running to his bedroom. He slammed the door behind him and curled up under his blankets. He could hear Ivan's footfalls along the hallway and stop at his door. Matthew whimpered, trying to ignore him.

"Matvey," He called, rapping his knuckles on the door. "Matvey, I'm coming in," He said though the door before opening it. "Matvey?" He asked again as he walked over to the bed and sat down beside Matthew's huddled form. He placed a hand down on Matthew's side, thumb moving back and forth as some sort of comfort.

"I told you to get out of my apartment," Matthew whispered beneath the blankets.

"Matvey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you. I just wanted you—,"

"That is not an excuse! You can't just take what you want—,"

"But I did," Ivan said, frowning. Matthew pushed back the blankets and glared at Ivan.

"Yes you fucking did! You kidnapped me! Always taking what you want! Well you can't! It's my body and if you want it you can fucking ask!" He could hear Ivan's knuckles crack as he closed his hand into a fist. He shoved a hand at Ivan's chest and the older man allowed himself to be pushed back. "What gives you the right!?" He cried as he turned away from Ivan once more. "Now I will ask only once more. Please leave!" He quickly reached over to the nightstand and grabbed his cellphone.

"Matvey, I'm not leaving. Not like this," Ivan growled softly, eyes darting briefly to the nightstand before returning to Matthew's huddled form.

"Alfred will be here in ten minutes. I suggest you get lost before then," He muttered. A moment later he found himself uncovered and pinned to the bed by Ivan. His breath caught in his throat as he looked up at Ivan, eyes large with fear. "And you wonder why I'm scared of you," He whispered before closing his eyes, his breath hitching. But when Ivan dropped his forehead to Matthew's shoulder; his breath hot against Matthew's neck, Matthew opened his eyes again.

"Matvey, please. Don't make me go. I just vant you so much. I feel addicted to you," He mouthed at Matthew neck softly, teeth grazing along the column of flesh. "I love you so much," He added.

"Do you?" Matthew asked. "I asked you to stop. Repeatedly. And yet...and yet you failed to respect my wishes. I told you it hurt. But you ignored my pleas as if they were nothing. Ivan, I...I, if I can't trust you to respect my wishes, how do you expect me to trust you with my heart?" He looked up at Ivan, tears pooling at the corners of his eyes once more. "I—,"

"No, no Matvey. You can trust me. You have to trust me. Please Matvey, I can't, I love you, I can't lose Matvey," Ivan rambled against his neck.

"Get off me Ivan," He commanded softly. Ivan backed away from him in an instant and moved to sit beside him.

"Da," He breathed, watching as Matthew turned on the screen to his phone. He turned the screen, and his body away from Ivan. He opened his messages from Alfred and began to read the ones me missed. "Vhat are you—," Without looking Matthew pressed his fingers to Ivan's mouth.

"None of your business,"

"But—,"

"Trust Ivan. You want it, yes?" Ivan didn't respond. Matthew sighed softly. "Honestly. What do you think I'm doing? I'm texting Alfred. He is the entire reason I asked you to come over actually,"

"So Matvey didn't want to have sex? I thought...and you were..."

"Not really Ivan. I mean, I offered so I felt obligated to, but then you...but really, I just wanted to talk to you about Alfred, cause really, I don't want you to arrest him. And we really didn't do anything, honestly,"

"Arrest him? Vhy would I arrest him?" Ivan asked, confused.

"B-because you thought we doing things together," Ivan laughed softly.

"Matvey, if I vere to arrest him that would only put strain on us. And besides, I trust you enough to do the right thing,"

"Oh. Oh, Ivan," He rolled towards Ivan, pressing their lips together, their fight only moments ago seemingly forgotten. "Thank you," He moved on top of Ivan, kissing him harder. "That makes me so happy Ivan,"

"Da?" He murmured kissing him back. He pressed his thumb into the corner of Matthew's mouth and the blonde widened it. He whimpered as Ivan rolled him onto his back into the blankets. "Trust me. Please?"

"Da," he murmured back. "I will..." Ivan grunted as he released Matthew's mouth and moved down in job to his neck again. Matthew moaned softly. "I don't want to tonight, not now though Ivan. I'm sorry,"

"Nyet, it's okay. Let me just cuddle you," He got back out of the bed and quickly stripped down to his boxers before moving that he was once again laying beside Matthew, his face buried in Matthew's neck. He curled one arm around Matthew's waist as he snuggled closer. "YA lyublyu tebya,"

"I didn't really call Alfred... or text him. Although he did call before I fell asleep. When I was, uhhh, playing? He was kinda being pervy and then I hung up on him and he called back repeatedly, hence why you got hung up on. Cause I thought he was you, which uhh, you know of. So you really arn't going to arrest him?"

"Da. He's good. It is funny, big brother being jealous. Jealous that I'm fucking his little baby brother, hmm?" Matthew snorted with laughter.

"And why shouldn't he be?" Matthew teased. "I have this nice, strong handsome man that takes care of me and who loves me and notices me and makes me free pretty,"

"Yeah?" Ivan leaned up slightly to peck at his lips. "Are you going to let me take care of you soon?" Matthew shrugged.

"Perhaps," Ivan frowned slightly, pressing his body to Matthew's side as he moved one of his hand down Matthew's side to settle at his hip while his other arm buried under him, running along his back.

"Matvey looks so beautiful," He told the blonde. "I don't think you should leave any more. Someone might steal you away from me," Matthew laughed softly.

"Who am I going to find that would replace you? Sure, I can probably find someone that'll fuck me but they'd never look at me like you do Ivan," He pressed his lips against Ivan's forehead for a moment before pulling back.

"And how is that?" Ivan responded.

"Hmm. Well, it might just be me but..." He worried at his bottom lip for a moment as he gazed down at Ivan who nuzzled his neck more. "Sometimes it seems like I'm the only thing in the world, that you aren't just here to spite my brother. That you love me and want to genuinely like me,"

"Da. Matvey is very precious to me," His hold tightening on Matthew. "I am sorry for earlier,"

"It's... it's alright. Just don't..again okay? If I tell you to stop you need to, okay?" Ivan nodded, mouthing once more at his neck. Matthew giggled. "That tickles Ivan," He brought the older mans hand up to his cheek, nuzzling into it. "Let's go to sleep yeah?" Ivan didn't respond verbally, merely snuggled into Matthew more as their breathing evened out as they fell asleep.