Ivan groaned softly into Matthew's ear, unconsciously rutting his hips against the petite blondes. His eyes remained closed, still not fully awake and buried his face into the curve of his neck. The shrill ring of an alarm continued to go off somewhere near by. Ivan reached out fumbling to reach the night stand where the beeping seemed to originate. His fingers closed around the beeping device—a phone—and blindly swiped his thumb across the screen to shut off the alarm before releasing the phone and allowing his arm to drop back to the bed.

"Ivan, that is the six o'clock alarm," Matthew muttered as he twisting around to lay on his side more, burrowing his face into the pillows. The older man shifted slightly before responding with a thrust of his hips against Matthew's bare backside. "Ivan.." He groaned softly his voice still heavy with sleep, pushing his rear against the elder mans groin; a shiver running though him at the deep moan that left Ivan's throat as he continued to piston his hips forward. He stopped momentarily to shift his legs, boxing Matthew's thighs between his knees, thrusting between them. He pulled at Matthew's hips with one hand and shoved his boxers down with the other.

"Matthew," He sighed out, saying his name formally for once, fingers flexing in their current position on the younger mans hip as he circled his others hand around his cock, moving forward to press the head of his cock between plump cheeks.

"Nnnn, Ivan, just do it," He moaned sleepily as Ivan nudged against his entrance. Ivan licked his lips.

"Matvey, lube?" He questioned.

"No, just use spit," Matthew whined. Ivan spit into his hand before running his palm back over his dick. Inhaling sharply, he slowly pressed into Matthew's body, short jerking motions as he pushed his way into the tight channel. Matthew choked out a cry as Ivan's shifted against him jarring his body with each hasty motion.

"You knew this would hurt Matvey," Ivan growled softly. Matthew dropped his shoulders, only whimpering softly as he began wiggling his arms under him up enough to allow his fingertips to graze his own cock. His face pressed into the pillows with each slap of Ivan's hips against his ass; his breath coming out in hot, panting gasps. His hands fell limp beneath him. It was a quick coupling this time—nothing like the almost atrocious way Ivan normally toyed with him, worked him up and had him begging to be fucked. "Ah! God!" Matthew wheezed as Ivan rubbed against his prostate with each pass.

"Nyet, only Ivan," He barked out, laughing at his own lame comeback as he curled his fingers around the blonde's cock, moving jerking his hand back and forth over the sensitive flesh. Matthew jolted at the touch, body jerking. Ivan leaned over him further, boxing him underneath. "Come, da?" He rasped out and Matthew could do little to deny him—letting Ivan coax him to orgasm. He coated Ivan's hand with cum and a moment later Ivan filled him with his own. Matthew mewled as he pulled out of his body—pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades as he did before he rolled over on his side beside Matthew.

The pair lay there, panting softly as they tried to catch their breath.

"Don't...don't you have to go to work?" Matthew asked after a few moments, still trying to gulp down air as he turned over on his back.

"Da, da. I vould rather have my Matvey though. Fuck the boss. He can wait. It is not like I am the only member of our unit that can work on case from yesterday," Matthew yawned sleepily, snuggling into the blankets.

"Still, you should go to work," He murmured. "Then you can come home to me and we can make babies," He closed his eyes; his body completely relaxed.

"Make babies?" Ivan questioned him as he sat up.

"Hmm? Yeah, babies..." He trailed off. "Lovely little things, we'd make some pretty ones, da? Big and strong like their daddy but cute like mommy," Ivan leaned over the blonde, pressing their foreheads together.

"What is this now? Are you drunk?" He gave Matthew a little shove, pushing him so he was lying on his back. He glanced down at him, taking in the lidded eyes and flushed cheeks. "Men cannot have babies Matvey. Only women can," Matthew smiled at him sleepily as he reached up and pressed his fingertips against the stubble on Ivan's cheek. "...Matvey?" he asked again.

"Yeah I know," He said after another moment of silence. "But... wouldn't you like to try?" He flushed more—from the tips of his ears down to his chest. Ivan's gaze rose from their current spot at Matthew's lips to his eyes for a moment. "Please?" He worried his lip.

"Matvey, vhat are you asking of me?" He asked, unsure. Matthew placed a hand at his neck and tugged him forward.

"I want you to—," He paused, leaning up closer to Ivan to whisper in his ear. "—fill me up. I want your seed to run down my thighs; warm and sticky whenever I move. I want your big thick cock stretching me open—," Ivan cut him off, crushing their lips together. Matthew opened his mouth to Ivan's tongue; allowing it to slip in to toy with his own, stroking along his own tongue, before moving along the roof of his mouth, running along his teeth. Matthew widened his mouth even more as he deepened the kiss even more. He moaned softly when Ivan pulled away for breath, letting his eyes close; his head falling back on the pillow. After a few moments his breathing evened out.

"Matvey?" Ivan asked. "Matvey?" But the blonde didn't answer save for smacking his lips together and turning on his side facing Ivan. Ivan snorted in amusement, leaning down to kiss Matthew's forehead before getting out of bed. "Babies, really," He scoffed quietly to himself before he got out of bed. He went over to the bathroom, jumping into the shower before returning to dress. "Matvey," He called out once more before entering the room. The blonde had woken up again and was now sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked to Ivan as he reentered the room, stark naked; rubbing a towel into his hair in a attempt to dry it somewhat. Matthew flushed, eyes lingering for a moment before looking away.

"I..I guess I should shower too. I've gotta go to work soon too," He laughed pushing himself off the bed. He took a few steps before pausing to slip a hand between his legs, fingers returning shining with cum in the sunlight. Heat quickly rose to his face. "When...when did we?" He questioned.

"Like half hour ago?" Ivan answered. "Then you kept talking about babies before falling back asleep," Matthew's cheeks reddened further.

"O-oh...I must have been half asleep...I remember feeling really good," Ivan walked over to him, standing in front of him. He tossed the towel in his hands to the bed.

"Hmm, you vere very candid with me Matvey. It vas quiet pleasing to hear however, that you enjoy this—," He slipped his arm around Matthew's waist. Matthew smiled up at him as he pushed his arm away.

"I really should get ready for work. As should you," He told the man as he slipped by him. Ivan turned and grabbed his arm so he could pull him close, Matthew's back to his chest.

"I vill see you afterwards?"

"Ah, well, I promised Papa I'd go over for dinner actually. You're more than welcome to come with me if you'd like. I still haven't told them about..us. And I made Al swear he wouldn't either until I was ready," He tilted his head up to look at Ivan as the larger mans arms tightening around his waist. He brought his hands to rest with Ivan's. "It's at six thirty if you want to join me. I can let Papa know,"

"That vould be nice Matvey. I vill try to be back at the office by five today. Should I pick you up? Or do you vant to meet me at vork?"

"I can just meet you at the station. Five thirty sound good?"

"Da, I vill call if anything comes up. It vas very busy yesterday. Many leads to follow today I'm sure. But I vill get dressed and head out so I can be out on time today, hopefully," Matthew nodded and pulled away from Ivan.

"I'm going to go shower. Lock up when you leave, da?"

"Da,"

Ivan returned to his office with a heavy sigh. It had been a long day of chasing after leads, talking with his victims neighbours and looking for any signs of why someone would murder an innocent old man who seemed to be an upstanding citizen of the city for all accounts. He dropped his briefcase on his neck and moved to sit down for a moment. He only allowed himself a few minutes before he was back to work, taking out his paperwork and unlocking his computer. The clock on the corner of his screen said that it was twenty-three minutes after five. Only a few minutes until Matthew would be meeting him, which meant he would have a few minutes to work on his reports so he quickly dove in.

For the first few forms it was easy—names, dates; that kind of thing—before he dove into typing up the conversation notes with each person he spoke with. Some were as simple as putting in refusal to talk, others were pages long. It seemed like he barely got started when his desk phone rang. He picked it up, balancing it between his neck and shoulder as he continued to type away.

"Braginski,"

"Hey. You've got a visitor out here—," The line went muffled for a moment as Shuvalov covered the phone with his hand. "Uhh, Williams,"

"Yeah, Give me five and I'll be right out," Ivan hung up the phone and quickly began saving his case files in their correct folder—emailing them to himself so he could work on them at home—before shutting the computer down and shoving all his case notes back into his briefcase once more. He got up and exited his office, locking the door behind him as he headed out to the lobby. He stopped by the white board and wrote down home underneath his name before continuing onward. When he saw Matthew, the blonde gave him a little wave from his seat. Ivan nodded before turning to Shuvalov. "I'm leaving for the night," he said slowly to the other man. "My phone will be off,"

"Boss isn't going to—,"

"Off. Do not call me. I will not answer. If I hear a voicemail someone is going to be stuck on desk duty for at least another month," Shuvalov frowned at this, but nodded regardless as he did not want to be stuck where he was for another month or more. "Enjoy the rest of your shift!" He called over his shoulder as he motioned to Matthew to follow.

"Goodbye!" Matthew shot a grin to the man behind the desk and ran to catch up with Ivan's long strides. "How was work today?" He asked, wrapping an arm around Ivan's. Ivan easily shook him off, telling him not until they had left before muttering about uncooperative people and paperwork.

"Did you walk over?" He asked as they walked into the parking lot, past some of the people coming in for the evening shift. Matthew nodded.

"Yeah! I didn't want to call a cab or bother you to pick me up," He replied. "It was a good walk though," Ivan nodded and directed Matthew in the direction of where he was parked. As they got closer to his car he pulled his keys out of his pocket and unlocked it with a beep. He looked over his shoulder before crowding Matthew against the trunk of the car, his briefcase banging against the bumper of the car. He pressed their lips together for a moment before moving down Matthew's jaw and neck, pausing to suck a large bruise on the edge of Matthew's collar. Matthew's hands rose to grip at Ivan's suit jacket as a moan left his lips. And it seemed as soon as it started, it was ended as Ivan stepped back and moved to open the drivers side door. Matthew bit his lip and rubbed at his neck as he got into his own seat. The left the parking lot. "A-are we stopping at your house first?" He asked.

"Nyet. No sense in backtracking. Unless you think I should change,"

"No, no," Matthew responded shooting him a shy smile. "You're already handsome enough, no need to make everyone else jealous," He giggled.

"Speaking of which," He started as he backed up before pulling out of the lot. "Is Alfred going to be there?"

"Oh. Yes, he will be. He's already been told to be on best behavior though," Ivan nodded but said nothing as he continued to drive towards their destination. Matthew turned his attention to the window and watched the houses pass by. His eyes caught in the mirror and he pulled down his collar slightly, frowning at the dark bruise Ivan had left; a stark contrast in colour against his pale flesh. He tugged his collar up but it was in such a spot it didn't seem to matter where his collar was. Ivan pulled over in front of the house before letting out a heavy sigh.

"Are you sure this is fine?"

"Of course! I told Papa to set an extra plate," He leaned over the center console and pressed their lips together in a chaste kiss. "Don't you worry,"

"Alright," He replied before they both climbed out of the car and up the walk way. Ivan grabbed Matthew's hand and the blonde turned slightly to look back at him. He shot him another smile and squeezed his hand in reassurance before knocking at the door. Francis answered the door.

"Matteau!" Francis greeted, eyes catching the bruise on Matthew's neck before his gaze turned to Ivan. "Ah, Detective Braginski. Welcome," He cast a glance back to Matthew.

"Hello Papa. I hope you don't mind that I brought Ivan along,"

"No, not at all darling. You did say set another plate when you called earlier. Why don't you two come in. Alfred's running late, so dinner will be a little delayed," Francis stepped back and allowed the pair to enter. "Your father is still upstairs in the shower so he'll be down in a bit,"

"Okay Papa," Matthew tugged Ivan's hand and led him further into the entryway were they took off their shoes and coats. Francis paused in the doorway leading towards the kitchen.

"Actually. Ivan would you mind if I borrowed Matteau for a moment? I need help in the kitchen for a moment,"

"No, go right ahead," Ivan nodded towards Francis before standing awkwardly in the hallway.

"Give me a minute Papa. Ivan looks lost. Let me show him to the living room and then I will join you in the kitchen," Francis nodded and Matthew let Ivan to the living room—setting him down in the loveseat and handing him the television remote. "Just...umm, watch some tv and I'll be back in a new minutes, okay?" He left Ivan sitting there awkwardly and went to the kitchen. "Gosh, I didn't think I've seen Ivan so out of place. So cute," He told his father as he walked into the kitchen, laughing softly.

"Oui, it does seem to be the case. Now Matteau. Is the serious? Your relationship? Did you tell your Father yet? Or Alfred?"

"Dad? No. That's why I brought him to dinner. And Al...well he knows. Has known actually," He leaned back against the counter. "As for our relationship, I...I hope it is serious. I really like Ivan, but he's... he's so hard to read. Sometimes I wonder what goes on in his head," Francis rolled his eyes.

"That could be said about any man," He snorted as he went back to sturring something he was cooking. "Just ask your father,"

"Oh! I should probley get back to Ivan before Dad comes down anyways. You'll come join us soon right?"

"Yes, as soon as I finish up here," He shot Matthew a grin before the younger blonde left the room, heading back into the living room.

"Father! I thought you were still in the shower!" He squeaked out as soon as he seen the older man. Arthur was sitting across from Ivan in his recliner. Arthur turned his gaze to Matthew before moving to stand as Matthew walked over to him; giving him a hug and a smile before moving to sit beside Ivan on the loveseat. "How is work going? Papa told me the other day that you got a new contract with the city for a new art centre?"

"Yes, he told you correctly," Arthur answered slowly after a moment, still eyeing Ivan. "Are we not talking about this then?" He asked airily.

"Hmm? Oh, Father. You remember the Detective, yes?" He nodded and Matthew took a moment to look up at Ivan, a shy smile pulling at his lips. "We've ah, we're dating now," He admitted, leaning closer to Ivan and threading their fingers together. Arthur raised an oversized brow. Heat rose to Matthew's cheeks. "I..umm..." he trailed off. "I'm really happy with Ivan,"

"Ah. Yes, well. That's fine to here then. Does your brother know? You know how protective he is of you," Arthur asked with a shrug and a wave of his hand.

"Yeah actually. He was the first. He kind of..well you know how he is, butting in and all that nonesense. He seems to be okay with it. He actually called Ivan to watch me last week when we were drinking and he was ready to go home. He came here eh? Or at least that's where he told Ivan he was going. Havn't really spoke with him since then, just the odd text. But he should be here soon, shouldn't he?"

"Yes but you know your brother. Always so late. I told him if he wasn't here by seven that we were starting without him," Matthew giggled and pressed slightly against Ivan. "Now. Ivan was it?"

"Yes sir," Ivan said with a nod, his fingers flexed against Matthew's for a half a second before relaxing. Matthew glanced up at him from the corner of his eye. Could it be that Ivan was nervous in meeting his parents? He'd met them before, although that had been at an offical capasity. "Acutally. If I may..." He trailed off. "I would like to ask permission to date your son. I should have done this weeks ago, I apoligize but I did not want to pressure Matthew into telling you before he was ready," Matthew blushed hotly and Arthur rubbed at his chin, thinking over the answer he would give.

"I will respect you for you honouring Matthew's wishes," He responded after a moment. "And for Matthew's sake I will accept your relationship with my son. But I will warn you only once. You hurt him and I will cut your cock off," He finished with a very matter of fact tone.

"Yes. I understand," Ivan agreed, chuckling awkwardly. "Alfred said something similar to me as well. Rest assured, I will never do anything to harm my little Matvey," He turned his head to look at Matthew, who's cheeks were impossibly red and his eyes lidded. He leaned down slightly to place a chaste kiss against Matthew's lips, his own cheeks pinking from doing such an action in front of the blondes father. Matthew closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the feel of Ivan's lips on his own. Arthur cleared his throat, causing Ivan to jerk back.

"Yes, well. The point still stands and you would be wise to remember. My husband is very skilled with a knife,"

"Father!" Matthew chidded, embarressed. "Don't bring Papa into this! And you shouldn't be threating Ivan! He's still a detective after all!"

"If he can't handle something like that from me then he's not really—,"

"YO!" Matthew could not have been happier to hear his older brother's voice. Alfred thumped up the hallway pausing only long enough to take his jacket and shoes off. "Hey Mattie, Pops. Ivan. I didn't miss the good stuff did I?" he asked.

"No, you wanker. You just made everyone else wait until you decided to show up as always,"

"Pops! Don't be like that. I had to work today!"

"So did everyone else here Alfred," Alfred waved him off.

"Whatever Pops. So I see you've met Mattie's boytoy," He said nonchalantly causing Matthew to sputter.

"Al! Ivan is not my 'boytoy' as you so call! Grow up!"

"Supper is ready!" Francis called from the dining room. Another welcomed distraction. Matthew stood up before pulling on Ivan's hand.

"Coming?" He asked softly, ignoring the others. Ivan nodded and stood as well before following Matthew as he was led to the dining room. Matthew motioned for him to sit with his back towards the windows. He pulled out Matthew's chair for him and the blonde gave him a shy look as he sat down and allowed Ivan to push his chair in. "Thank you," He murmured as Ivan took the seat next to him. He caught Francis' eye and the older blonde nodded in approval. "Help yourself," Matthew told him softly as he picked up a bowl of corn that was sitting near by and dropped a few spoonfuls of the sweet yellow vegetables onto his plate. He nudged the serving bowl towards Ivan who followed suit before passing it to Alfred. They repeated this with most of the other items on the table as well. "Papa, you cooked way to much,"

"Nonsense!" Francis chidded him. "You can never have too much food Matteau," Matthew giggled softly and the meal continued in much the same matter, chitchatter between bites. Ivan readily answered any question that was fired at him by Arthur and Francis. After a bit Matthew pushed his plate away from him as a sign he was finished while the others continued—he could never keep up with his family at the table—but did not ask to be excused. He listened to the gentle conversation around him and placed a comforting hand on Ivan's thigh. Mauve eyes looked to him as he paused for a moment before returning to the conversation at hand. Matthew slowly moved his thumb along the inside seam of Ivan's slacks. His father kept asking him about his past, schooling, prior jobs etc. Things that even Matthew didn't know. He learned a lot about Ivan, things he should have known; should have asked himself.

"Now when were you born again?"

"Oh. December 25th, 1984. I will be turning thirty this year," Arthur hummed this over new information. Matthew swallowed thickly.

"Ah. That's fine. I figured you were older than that," Ivan smiled.

"It's the hair. I get that alot. I had one man mistake me for a man in his fifties. I didn't think I looked that old," Ivan chuckled. Arthur joined him in a short laugh. Matthew let out a small sigh, releived by his fathers response. Arthur seemed to be satisfied with Ivan's responses and went back to eating once more. Alfred of course was shovling his face with food and Francis was looking in his direction with a knowing look on his face. Matthew blushed softly and jerked his hand away from Ivan, wincing and cursing under his breath as he hit it on the underside of the table. "You okay lad?" Arthur asked.

"Y-yes Father. I just hit my hand on the table," He rubbed at his knuckles. There was a few more moments of silence before Arthur stood up.

"Shall we move to the sitting room?" He asked, motioning to Ivan and Alfred. Ivan looked to Matthew for a moment before nodded.

"Of course," Ivan pushed back and stood up; he pushed his chair into the table before moving to pull Matthew's chair out as well. Matthew shook his head.

"No, I will help Papa with the dishes. You go enjoy yourself," He murmured softly. Ivan moved a hand along his neck to his chin and tilted his face upwards as he leaned down and kissed him softly.

"Okay," He murmured back as he pulled back; fully aware of the three other sets of eyes watching the action. Arthur cleared his throat.

"Shall we then?"