After all the dishes were done and the leftovers put away, Francis and Matthew joined the others in the living room. Alfred was spread out on the couch, so Francis perched on the arm of Arthur's arm chair and Matthew curled up on the loveseat next to Ivan. Matthew wrapped both of his arms around Ivan's arm next to him, capturing his hand between his two and threading their fingers together as he leaned against the older man, head pillowed against his shoulder.
"Well don't you two look in love," Francis cooed; laughing when Matthew sputtered and blushed. He looked up at Ivan for a moment before lowering his gaze.
"Well there isn't any hiding it," Ivan stated with a shrug. "As horrid as it sounds, Matthew getting kidnapped was the best thing that has ever happened in my life," Ivan squeezed Matthew's fingers. "I am lucky to have met him," He turned his head and pressed a kiss to Matthew's forehead.
"Aww, adorible," Francis cooed once more. "Well, if ever the time comes," He paused to look down at his husband before turning his attention back to the pair in the loveseat. "We would be more than happy to welcome you into our family,"
"Ah. Yes, quite," Arthur agreed. "Alfred, don't you agree?"
"Agree to what?" He muttered from the couch, his arm thrown over his face, half asleep. "Sure, whatever,"
"Papa! Why would you even say something like that! We've only been dating for a little while! I don't think that—,"
"Think what?" Ivan interupted.
"That.. that you...umm, well..."
"I mean, you would have to marry our youngest in order to be real family. But if it happened we would be more thn willing to accept you into our family,"
"Oh. Oh!" Ivan's cheeks pinkened. "Yes, well I don't think we are quiet to the point in our relationship to talk about things like that but I am glad that you think I am worthy of your son," Arthur gave him a nod.
"Just keep in mind what I told you earlier," Arthur stated and Ivan nodded in agreement, shifting his legs.
"I will not be forgetting that any time soon," He replied before looking down at his watch. "Matvey," He murmured quietly, flicking his hand slightly.
"Oh. Do you have work to finish?" He asked softly.
"Da, I left early so I need to have this done for the morning," he replied softly. "Did you want me to pick you up later? Or in the morning?" Matthew shook his head and stood up, pulling Ivan with him.
"Sorry Papa, Father. I guess it's time to go," Francis pushed off the arm of the chair he was sitting on to embrace his son. He kissed him on both cheeks and Matthew responded in favor before Francis moved to do the same to Ivan. Matthew gave Arthur a hug as well before turning his attention to Alfred. "Well? Are you going to say goodbye?" He asked. Alfred turned his head to look at his younger brother before sitting up.
"Mattie, can I talk with you in private for a minute?" He asked. Matthew nodded before following his brother into the hallway, leaving Ivan with his parents.
"What's up?" He asked. Matthew quickly found himself crowded against the wall, Alfred's lips pressed to his. Matthew grunted and pushed Alfred away. "What the fuck Alfred!?" He hissed. "What have I told you?!" Alfred licked his lips, before doing it again—crushing his lips against Matthew's. Matthew shoved at him. Alfred smirked as he backed away but not before brushing a finger over Matthew's bruised lips.
"Well my job is done," He chuckled before heading towards the stairs. "Have a nice night Mattie," He called over his shoulder as he dissapeared upstairs. With an aggravated sigh he went back to the living room quickly grabbing Ivan's hand. Ivan raised a brow until he saw the look on Matthew's face before he frown.
"It was very nice to meet you both formally," Ivan stated as he shook their hands again and they said their goodbyes.
Once safely out of the house and to the car, Ivan pinned Matthew against the passanger door, pushing him into a harsh kiss.
"That fucking punk," He growled out after Matthew pressed a hand to his chest and they pulled away for air.
"He's only doing it to get under your skin. Just ignore him," He glanced up at one of the upstairs windows where he knew Al would be before repositioning them so Ivan was leaning against the door. He leaned up to wrap his arms around Ivan's neck. Ivan's hands dropped to rest at Matthew's hips as he leans down to kiss Matthew softly. "You're the only one that matters to me. Now, lets go home,"
Weeks turn into months and Matthew could not be happier. His relationship was progressing nicely even with Alfred interfearing. Their first year anniversary was coming up soon—one year since they had 'offically' started dating (the time at the cabin didn't really count) and he had no idea what to do. He had yet to ask his fathers what would be the ideal thing to do and he could still hardly believe it was almost a year now. Hell it seemed like only a short time ago he was still in the cabin but now a lot of things had chnaged and he was never so more in love with the man who had started it all. He furrowed his brow as he looked out his kitchen window.
It wasn't like Matthew could offer much in the way of sex. After all, it was something they did all the time. Unless he could spice it up somehow. Ivan seemed fairly vanilla on the matter. But then again, they never really talked a lot about it either. He could up their relationship and offer to move in together. Or just a quiet night at home—a nice dinner, a good movie and a snuggle. Or something else entirely. Who knew.
So over the weeks that followed, Matthew started to change things around.
