Ivan carried him over the threshold of the bedroom.
He set Matthew down on the large bed, then quickly shooed Koshka from the room and shut the door. Then he sat down next to Canada, who gazed up at him with a naive, childlike expression of nervousness.
Ivan brushed a few stray strands of golden blond hair back from Matthew's face. Canada took Russia's hand and rubbed his cheek against the palm, closing his eyes. He reached to wrap his arms around Ivan. He was pulled into the larger mans lap and he buried his face into Russia's neck.
"Don't be scared, my little Matvey." Ivan whispered into his ear, rubbing gentle circles against Matthew's back. The little blond couldn't help but tremble. In the locker room of the arena he'd been so ready for Russia to take him, but now here in Russia's house.. in his bedroom.. Matthew found himself full of anxious fear.
"Will it hurt?" He asked, clutching at Russia's shirt.
Ivan pushed him back only far enough to look him straight in the eyes.
"Yes. But I will be as gentle as I can."
Matthew held Russia's gaze, swallowed, then nodded.
Ivan leaned forward and kissed him.
He loved the way the Russian kissed. Sweet and light, like honey.. but when Matthew would submit and open his mouth, Ivan would kiss deep and hot, like vodka.
Russia lay him down, his hand behind Canada's head, never breaking their kiss. He eased himself between Matthew's legs and settled, resting most of his weight on his elbows.
Ivan was taking it slow. He simply kissed Matthew and strung fingers through his hair, allowing the little blond to grow accustomed to the position.
Canada made soft sighs of pleasure through the kisses. The feeling of the larger man laying over him was causing his arousal to grow again, and he spread slightly and bent one knee up so that Russia was settled more firmly between his legs. In response, Ivan pushed down against him. Matthew's breath hitched in his throat when he felt the Russian's hard length, and he rocked his hips, shivering from the friction.
Ivan broke their kiss and leaned down further, capturing Matthew's delicate loeb between his teeth. Canada leaned his head back, exposing his neck and the Russian took quick advantage, biting down only hard enough to make the blond squeak. He kissed the little pain away, then began to whisper into Matthew's ear.
"You are so beautiful, my little Matvey. I've wanted you for such long time."
A large hand slipped beneath his shirt. Fingers found a pert little nipple and pinched.
Matthew moaned and arched his back into the touch. Russia bit into his neck again, then sucked at the sweet skin.
"So soft.. so pretty.."
Canada was beginning to feel so hot he thought he might catch fire. Tiny droplets of sweat beaded on his forehead. He pulled on Ivan's shirt, wanting it to come off. Now.
Russia pushed himself up long enough to strip the offending article of clothing away. To make it fair, he tugged Matthew out of his shirt as well, then lay back down. He grasped Canada's hands and pulled them over his head, pinning them down against the bed. Matthew's chest was vulnerable and open and his nipples were pebble hard when Ivan attacked them with his mouth.
"V-Vanya..!"
Russia swirled his tongue around one little pink bud, then the other. It sent a rush of sensation through Matthew's body. He squirmed and twisted because it was almost too much. But then Ivan showed him mercy and trailed hot, wet kisses down his belly instead.. and lower.
When he reached waistline of Canada's pants, Ivan released his hands. Matthew buried his fingers into Ivan's mop of silver hair and pushed his head lower.
Russia kissed the straining hardness beneath the material. Matthew groaned and thrust his hips up. Using his chance, Ivan pulled Matthew's pants down, freeing his erection. Without waiting for the little blond to realize what happened, Ivan took the head into his mouth and sucked.
Matthew's cry of surprise quickly dissolved into a guttural moan. Russia licked the bundle of sensitive nerves at the tip, then swallowed him in again. His head bobbed, and Canada instinctively thrust upwards into the warm, welcoming mouth. His inexperience was catapulting him towards an edge, and he couldn't stop himself from going over.
"...W-wait.. I'm.. I'm gonna-!"
He tensed and shook as he came, his head thrown back against the pillows and his eyes clenched shut tight. Russia drank him down, holding his spasming hips in place.
When the waves of pleasure subsided, Matthew sank and relaxed against the bed. His mind was blank white, free of all thought. He didn't register the sounds and movements Russia was making now that he was in such a dazed state.
Ivan freed himself of his pants and leaned over to take a little bottle from the nightstand beside the bed and uncapped it. Matthew's legs were easily lifted and parted. Even the slick, cool feeling of liquid being poured between his cheeks didn't rouse him.
When a finger pushed inside his entrance.. that was when he came to himself and gasped.
Russia was leaning over him, gazing at him with intensity. Matthew tried to squirm away from the finger.
"Easy, little one." Ivan said, holding him down. "Relax. If you relax it will go easier."
A second finger pushed inside. Matthew whined in protest, his hands fisting against the blankets. It didn't quite hurt.. it just felt strange. But when he looked past Ivan's violet eyes, down his body, and saw what was about to be pushed inside of him..
"It wont fit!" He gasped. Russia was huge. How was he ever going to walk after this?
The fingers hooked inside him and touched against something that sparked lights in his vision. It was unreal, like the orgasm he'd just had moments ago but much stronger.
"Ah!"
Russia pulled his fingers out, then pushed them back inside. The motion was repeated until Matthew was rocking with his hand, his thighs trembling. He lowered his lips to Canada's sensitive nipples again, nipping and licking.
Matthew felt his erection coming back. He grasped at Russia's shoulders, pulling him up. Ivan met him in a kiss that seared, tongues clashing.
"I.. I want.." Matthew whimpered around Ivan's lips. "..please!"
Russia obeyed.
He pulled the blond's legs around his hips. He brushed the head of his length against Matthew's entrance. Then he was pushing, the slippery lube allowing him to ease inside.
Tears gathered at the edge of Canada's eyes. Ivan pushed until he was fully seated, then rested his forehead against Matthew's. Matthew could feel the larger man taking deep breaths, and knew he was willing himself to stay still.. to give him time to adjust.
But he was too full! He felt as tho he'd been split in half. His tears slipped from his cheeks and dripped down his cheeks, wetting his hair.
"It hurts.."
"I'm sorry." Ivan whispered, kissing his damp cheeks.
Matthew could feel the Russian's length throbbing inside him. He winced when the larger man moved a tiny bit.
"I'm deep inside you," Ivan spoke softly into his ear, "You are so tight.. so hot.."
The Russian moved again, pushing against the little blond beneath him. Matthew moaned. His face was flushed with heat.
"My little Matvey.. you are mine. You belong to me."
Canada didn't protest when Ivan pulled out slightly and thrust back in. It still hurt, but the Russian's words were distracting.. and comforting. He felt as if all of his nerves were made of electricity.
"My Matvey.."
Matthew moaned when Russia began rocking into him firmly, a rhythm he tried to meet by raising his hips.
"All mine.."
Ivan's back was slick with sweat when Matthew clawed his fingers and dug in. The larger man hissed when nails raked over his skin, and his response was to thrust harder, deeper.. and Canada cried out for more.
"Vanya!" Matthew moaned, urging Russia on by wrapping legs around the nations pistoning hips. He was close again, so close..
Ivan's hips bucked and he groaned, pounding as deeply inside the little blond as he could. His body tensed and jerked, and Matthew felt warmth flooding inside him. It was enough to push him over the edge again, and he came for the second time, shaking and spasming around Russia who was still buried inside him.
Ivan collapsed onto him, panting and spent.
Matthew's legs unwound themselves from his hips. They felt like jelly, and it was as tho he were melting into the blankets beneath him, warm and protected with Ivan laying overtop of him. He brushed his fingers through Russia's silver hair, petting back the strands that were soaked with sweat.
"My Vanya." He whispered.
Russia came to life again, wrapping arms around him, holding him close and kissing his forehead.
"Yes." He answered. "Yours."
Ivan had his own personal bathroom connected to his bedroom, and once they had recovered enough to move, they'd headed there to wash away the stickiness and sweat. Afterwards Matthew pulled on another of Russia's shirts for sleeping in while Russia himself stayed nude. Canada completely did not mind.
The blond was brushing out his hair when Ivan produced the key to the metal collar around his neck. He stared at the larger man in shock when the clasp was unlocked and the collar was taken away. His hand went to his bare throat. His neck felt so light without the weight around it, and his mouth fell open.. but he found he lacked a single thing to say.
Is he setting me free?
He wasn't sure what to think. But his heart apparently knew what to feel.
His eyes welled with tears. Not happy tears.
Sorrow.
I'm not his pet anymore?
"Don't cry, little one." Ivan smiled down at him, brushing away the tears with his thumbs. The smile was a real. Matthew knew because it touched his violet eyes.
Russia took a tiny box from a drawer and held it out for the blond to take. Canada opened it and stared.
Inside was a silver, delicate snowflake necklace. The snowflake was intricate, and decorated with tiny blue topaz stones and diamonds.
It was..
"Beautiful.." he said, his voice filled with awe.
Russia took the box and carefully removed the necklace. Matthew lifted his hair so Ivan could place it around his neck and fasten it. He cupped the little snowflake in his hand, gazing down at it, fascinated by the way it glittered in the light.
Russia lifted his chin with a finger and kissed him gently. Then he took Canada's hand and led him to the bed where they lay and hid beneath the covers. He snuggled into Russia's arms and fell into a deep, contented sleep. His dreams took him to a place where he was not a soverign nation..
He was one with Russia.