Matthew walked over to the stove, pouring the flour, eggs, milk, and vanilla extract into the bowl. "You mix these together first…" he explained to the other, whipping up the ingredients together in a frothy mix. "And then you mix it until you get a smooth batter, like this," he showed the Russian the mingled contents in the bowl.
Ivan watched Matthew take charge, smiling a bit as the other fell into a rhythm and mixed. Ivan looked at the contents, swiped a bit on his finger, popping it into his mouth and nodding at the taste. Surprised that it wasn't as sweet as the finished product but it was still good "Next?" he asked.
Matthew turned the dial on the stove, putting the pan underneath the flames. "You have to grease the pan before you put in the mix" he said as he poured cooking oil into the pan. As the oil settled, he then poured the mix into the pan. "You just want to make very light cakes" he explained to the other, "and wait until they're golden brown to flip them, like…see, just like that." Matthew looked up at Ivan and then back at the pan, showing the other the crepe. He then took it out and placed it on a nearby plate "Here, you try" he handed Ivan the bowl.
Ivan took it and poured some in trying to mimic what Matthew had done but it turned out to be a bit thick and when he tried to flip it, it ran off and distorted the shape but otherwise looked alright.
Matthew laughed a bit at the scene "Hee, no, no, you've put in too much flour! Here" Matthew smiled and poured more milk into the mix; he took Ivan's hand that was still holding the whisk. He moved it in small circles around the bowl, "See? If you use more milk then you can get the mix thinner"
Ivan finished mixing it in and saw how it ran off the whisk "Alright…" he said as he tried pouring it again and it did turn out better, flowing well to the edges of the pan but once again Ivan tried to flip it too early and it ran out a bit. He let it finish cooking and poured a bit more of the mix in, this time doing fairly well, he smiled and waited a bit longer to flip it, and finally did it right.
Matthew smiled at the other's progress, "That's really good! You've got it now." A little flick of batter spotted his nose as the other flipped the crepe.
Ivan chuckled "I do…" he said before leaning in and licking the bit of batter off of his nose with a quick, gentle swipe of his tongue.
Matthew blushed at the tip of the man's tongue swiping over his nose lightly. He laughed, and stood on his toes to kiss the other's nose.
Ivan smiled at the gesture and moved in for a real kiss, quick and soft before speaking "I think it's done."
Matthew's cheeks were brushed with a faint pink at Ivan's kiss on his lips. He stood on his toes again, returning the other's kiss. "Mm…they taste like crepes" he said playfully.
Ivan chuckled softly, breathily "Want another taste?" he teased as he moved in for a longer lasting, deeper kiss.
Matthew leaned forward as Ivan leaned in to kiss him again. The younger man slightly parted his lips for the others, lavender eyes beginning to dilate.
Ivan connected their lips lightly and took a moment to put the crepe on the plate with the others and turn the stove off before he pulled the other close and deepened the kiss.
Matthew felt the walls he had tried to build against the other come falling down again. He put his arms around the other's neck as Ivan kissed him passionately.
"Do you want to stop now and eat? Because if we continue I won't stop until both of us cum" Ivan said with a smirk and slightly lidded eyes. The other was getting more open and friskier and it was more exciting than Ivan thought it would be.
Matthew felt his soft breaths quicken, face flushing at the other's words. "W-we can eat after…" the honey blond responded breathily. He felt his arousal stir, heating against his boxers.
Ivan set the plate further back on the counter and picked Matthew up setting him on it a foot or two away from the plate and kissed him again as his hands lowered and he found the hem of his shirt and slipped his hands under it, moving them up as the fabric bunched around his wrists.
Matthew kissed Ivan's neck, hands ruffling the other's soft frost colored hair. A phantom-esque gasp slipped from his throat as the Russian's hands trailed up his shirt. The honey blond nipped at the other's ear gently.
Ivan slipped down the other's chest with a smile "You can be rough with me" he teased as he found an already pert nipple and began to toy with it, bringing forth the little noises that Matthew loved to hide.
Matthew gasped as the Russian stimulated one of the slightly raised nubs on his chest, his soft breaths patted the other's neck before the honey blond leaned in close to his ear and whispered, "Alfred told me that your relationship was rough…" he panted between words, "I don't want to be left out." He pressed his lips against Ivan's neck, hesitantly opening his mouth, and dragged the tip of his tongue over the other's throat slowly.
Ivan smirked a bit in the other's neck and chuckled a bit "Alik and I played a little rough because we both enjoyed it. I don't want to push you into something you don't want" he kissed his neck gently "I enjoy this as well as long as it's you."
Matthew frowned a bit, rubbing Ivan's neck. "You said you'd been wanting to…before…" he stroked a few nails down the skin gently. He didn't want the other to get bored of him, and having seen the way that he was, it turned Matthew on, though he was embarrassed to admit it. "I'm yours…"
Ivan moved into the touch subtly encouraging the other even as he spoke "That time I was talking about your mouth…" he allowed a slight blush to cross his features. "You're lips are even more beautiful stretched around me…"
The honey blond gazed into the other's violet eyes as his face heated up. He was a slave to the violet eyes, desiring to see the light in them when he pleased the other. He reached towards Ivan's pants "Do you…want me to…?"
"You don't have to" Ivan whispered into his neck "it's whatever you want" he finished, lips ghosting along the other's skin until he found a comfortable place and he latched on, sucking and licking to darken the skin there.
Matthew panted against Ivan's neck as the other sucked on his, darkening the marks he'd made before. He planted soft messy kisses down the exposed flesh, his hand caressing the top of the other's spine. He ran his nails up and down the blades of Ivan's broad shoulders, mouth leeching the skin of his neck softly to make marks of his own.
Ivan made a small noise of encouragement at the treatment, hardening further in response as the blunt nails traveling across his back sent little impulses of pleasure down his spine.
Matthew gave a small smile as he pulled back for a moment, admiring his work. He gave a soft, pleased sigh at the glistening violet irises and the blushing face "You do like it…" he whispered, nails continuing to stroke the other's shoulders.
Ivan laughed breathily, voice taking on a husky quality "I like a little pain…but do you?" he asked biting firmly but not hard on the tendon behind Matthew's collar bone.
Matthew gasped at the sharp sting of the other's teeth against the sinew and muscle below his throat. He panted; eyes and voice filling with lust at Ivan's rougher actions. A shaky "Yes" slipped from his mouth.
Ivan groaned in response and licked the area soothingly before biting again, lower; he didn't want to scatter marks in such obvious places this time… Well, he did, he loved being able to see them, but he wouldn't for Matthew's sake.
Matthew scraped his nails down Ivan's neck a little more rough, his breaths quickening in his throat at the mark the other was leaving on his skin. He saw the Russian's hesitation at marking him further and nudged his face against his neck. "It's okay" he whispered, kissing his neck again.
"You won't be embarrassed to hold my marks?" he asked, not wanting a repeat of the other being so skittish.
"Not anymore…" Matthew smiled at the other, lavender eyes gazing into the alluring violet gems.
Ivan returned the smile and kissed him deeply, excited at the prospect. He didn't break the kiss until they were both breathless and then he moved to make a few light marks on Matthew's neck, loving the honey-sweet gasps and moans it brought forth. He steadily worked his mouth down as he tugged Matthew's boxers down a bit and dropped his own pants down.
The honey blond pulled back slightly, his hands on Ivan's face, looking into the violet eyes as he kissed the Russian's soft lips. "I am sorry about what I said earlier…I shouldn't have rushed to conclusions—I just saw Alfred hurt and the pictures and I thought…" He trailed off for a moment, filling with guilt at the thought of being so judgmental to the other. He blushed as he kissed him again and again, leaving little apologetic kisses on Ivan's cheeks and lips.
Ivan chuckled a bit "You should have asked, though to be honest not every mark and wound was affectionate but every relationship has its ups and downs and I assure you that he left his fair share on me as well" he said as his eyes glazed a bit in remembrance.
"Like this one?" Matthew said as he held up Ivan's left wrist and left a soft kiss on the scarred bite mark.
"I'm surprised you noticed, it's faded quite a bit by now but that one worried us both for a while" he smiled and shook his head a bit.
Matthew started to see the other opening up more "There's a little dent here" Matthew said, rubbing the mark with his finger. "From when you were bitten…that's how I could tell, but…you belong to each other with those marks so…" he leaned back in towards the other, exposing his neck and shoulders to him as he moved his shirt slowly. "…Make me yours…" he whispered in Ivan's ear before nipping his neck and dragging his nails gently across the skin of his shoulders and the middle of his back.
Ivan's brows rose "A scar lingers forever, it may shrink with time but it will always be there" he warned.
Matthew thought for a moment about that. It was true; if he let the other scar him, there was no going back. "I know" he said before kissing Ivan's neck again. It scared him a little, wondering if the other would still want him with a scarred body "Just marks then…?" he asked.
"I just don't want you to regret it but…if you would like you are welcome to scar me" Ivan offered, tilting his head a bit.
Matthew closed his eyes for a moment, sighing very softly. He knew that it would be permanent, but it didn't matter to him if Ivan was the one to see them; no one else would. He opened his eyes, looking up at Ivan, placing his hands on his shoulders. "I…" he paused a moment to be sure of what he was saying "I want you to…I want to be yours."
Ivan searched his eyes for uncertainty and while he found a bit of hesitation it seemed Matthew was determined. He smiled "Let's trade marks then" he said, kissing the other's neck "Bite me…hard" he said voice deep as he placed his lips on Matthew's shoulder.
Matthew leaned forward, the speed of his soft breaths increasing to gentle pants as his lips met Ivan's shoulder. He opened his mouth after sucking softly on the other's flesh and then biting down as hard as he could, flinching a bit as he hoped the other wasn't hurt.
Ivan groaned at the jolt of pain shot through him and in return he bit Matthew. He didn't bite as hard as he would have otherwise but the bite was messy, increasing the chance of a scar. He licked up a bit of blood that welled up "You have to bite harder, break through the skin. Don't worry about hurting me…I want you to."
The younger man gasped at the sting from the other's bite, and felt a small lap of his tongue cleaning up the escaping red from the wound. He panted softly as he felt his face heating and moved in again. "Okay" he kissed the other's neck gently before biting down again, this time much harder. He tensed the slightest at the skin tearing and the blood that bubbled up in a perfect sphere over the open marks. Matthew lapped at the blood, tasting the strong metallic fluid "Like that?"
"Yes…" Ivan answered, voice breathy and broken as he pulled the other into a rough kiss tainted with the taste of their blood mixing, pulling away only when his consciousness started to cloud around the edges; he panted roughly "Can I have you now? I won't last much longer…" The drumbeat of arousal throbbed through him, pulsing between his heated member and the fresh wound on his neck that worked together to send a morse code of need through his system.
Matthew tasted the iron on his tongue, string of red saliva split from his lips as he parted them, panting from the coarse kiss. The honey blond man nodded; his arms around Ivan's neck as he wrapped his legs around his waist.
Ivan laid a hand on Matthew's waist and tugged the boxers off, replacing his hand on the soft skin afterward. He grabbed the oil in the back shelf and slicked his hand before putting it down and slicking his cock. He aligned himself and thrust in quickly, seating himself deeply before pulling out and repeating; steadily working into a hard, quick pace.
Matthew moaned at the other inside of him so suddenly. His nails scraped down Ivan's back as he bit into the other's neck again, sucking the skin after, and repeating as he moved lower.
Ivan tightened his grip on the other's hips and he dropped his mouth it his neck, sucking roughly. He bit his neck, not breaking the skin but muffling a groan into the other's skin as he was bitten back.
As their ragged breaths filled the room, the honey blond paused for a moment, upon hearing soft sobs from upstairs. He straightened, listening at the sounds and looked at Ivan. "Wait, wait—do you hear that?" He looked toward the stairs and called his brother's name, knowing that the sobs could only have belonged to him "Alfred!"
Ivan slowed to a reluctant stop as Matthew called out for Alfred, now that he wasn't so focused on Matthew he could hear small sounds and he wondered why Matthew was focusing so much elsewhere while they were fucking but it seemed like Matthew was too worried to get back too it so, with a reluctant sigh, he pulled out with a quick kiss to his neck as Alfred answered from above.
A broken voice called in response to Matthew's inquiry "Mattie! Come here!" He was horrified at what he was seeing on the TV; details of a gruesome car crash and the death of their mother rolled and twisted in his mind, making him almost physically sick.
Matthew gasped sharply at the other pulling out of him, so submerged in Alfred's sudden discomforting noises that he could not focus on being intimate with the Russian, though he was glad to see that the other was equally concerned about the crying blond upstairs and kissed him in gratitude. As Matthew heard Alfred call him upstairs, scooted to the edge of the counter top and hopped down, running to the stairs as Ivan followed closely behind, "I'm coming!" And as he reached the top of the stairs and ran down the hall, the light shown faintly from the entertainment room where they had been earlier, and Matthew discovered upon entry that its source was the television. He looked to his brother's tear stained face, hoping to calm him and comfort him with a hand rubbing his cheek gently "What is it—what's wrong?"
Alfred tried to ignore the state of the two and answered "It's mom…she…" he coughed, the word not coming out "there was an accident…and…" the news came back on to repeat the wreck and casualties, seven deaths so far, their mother and the couple driving the truck that started the huge collision the only ones identified…
Ivan sat of the edge of the bed, glad that he had allowed Matthew a chance to speak to her again. It was a sad sight to see the two brothers torn up about their mother but he felt disconnected, there was nothing for him to do but try to comfort them but for now they had each other.
Matthew heard his brother's broken words, staring into the light blue eyes of the other and willing him to finish. What happened? Was she hurt? Injured? Or…no, he couldn't think that way, but the news report on the television which displayed the grisly scene provided no comfort. 'We are here, on the scene of a horrible accident which has claimed the lives of seven citizens in nearly two hours ago. Authorities have identified one of the bodies as forty-five year old Marjorie Williams, who was hit by a truck on her way to work. Police have determined…'
As the awful news droned on, pouring out the gruesome details of the accident, Matthew blinked and sank onto the bed beside his brother in a limp state of shock. He gaped blankly at the television for a few moments before he turned away at the sight of the bloody car and marred form of tangled limbs within the crushed vehicle, clasping a hand over his mouth to stop the vomit gurgling in his throat as he gagged and then swallowed hard before he spoke at the television, as if his mother might hear him. "Maman!" He cried out in a torn voice as the tears flooded his vision and streamed down his face in a flourish of heat. He gave a broken whimper as he fell against Alfred, so heavy in his brother's open arms that enclosed him securely. His shoulders heaved as he gave hiccupped sobs between louder wails of lament at the chilling and harrowing truth that washed over him.
Tears ran down Alfred's face freely; he didn't even try to stop them as he held Matthew, the other cried into his chest, tears soon soaking his shirt.
Ivan looked on for a moment sadly, the scene breaking his heart as the two broke down in front of him. He knew when he wasn't wanted. He stood carefully, trying to move the bed as little as possible before he walked out; wanting to give them privacy. As much as it pained him he was not a part of this part of their lives and he would only make it worse if he tried to comfort them before they were done mourning. He walked back to the kitchen and redressed. He wrapped the crepe wrappers and put them in the fridge to be finished later and set to cleaning the dishes, occupying his mind from thinking too hard about what was going on upstairs.
"I just spoke to her—!" he cried out to his brother, sniffling as the tears dripped from his nose, voice heightening and breaking as he clutched Alfred's back tightly. "I just talked to her!" he didn't want to accept that she was gone so quickly, having just heard her voice alive and well.
Alfred nodded, unable to speak clearly. He wished he had been able to talk to her, to tell her that he was alive or at least hear her voice one last time to say goodbye. But…there was nothing left now, no chances to talk to her again or see her; he didn't even have pictures because he left everything at home…he had nothing but Mattie left from before Ivan ruined everything.
Matthew held onto his brother tightly, rubbing his back, trying to soothe the trembling form as well as himself. The recent discovery simply hurt like no other pain imaginable and he knew that his brother's mental healing would take even more time than that of his physical restoration. He knew it would be a lot more difficult for Alfred because the other did not have even the comfort of a fresh memory of his mother's voice like Matthew did. The younger sibling smoothed Alfred's hair, rocking them both gently as they grieved. Their weeping quieted as the hours passed and the sun fell, covering the world with darkness even as a thin sliver of the moon rose, offering merely a pale wash of light. Matthew, having cried himself to sleep, laid against his brother's chest, quiescence held his tear-stained features temporarily as his soft breathing replaced the tearful cries.
Alfred held him gently as he felt the other finally get to sleep. He knew that Matthew would have the worst of it with all the recent trouble Ivan was giving him. Matthew had always been more sensitive but with everything going on now, despite how much he had grown since last year, Alfred was still worried. He tried to push it down, push everything down; he would deal with it later when he was sure Matthew would be alright.
Ivan had finished cleaning a while ago and had put together a small dinner for the three of them before going to check on them. He found them curled up together and asleep so he quietly shut the door with a smile and went back downstairs. He sat down to eat and finished fairly quickly before putting everything away and heading upstairs to Matthew's room. He decided to sleep there in hopes of allowing the brothers time to rest both mentally and physically. He made a mental note to check on Matthew's shoulder when they woke up before sleep took ahold of him.
As it was still early in the evening when both brothers had first fallen asleep, Matthew woke at a little before midnight. He cleared his nose with a quiet sniff at the congestion, from so many tears hours ago, and wiped at his eyes with his hand. He felt a dull ache as he moved his shoulder, though he was too mentally exhausted to be bothered with looking at it. He rubbed it gently, fingers trailing over the bite marks from earlier. They were not terribly deep but they were slightly swollen. Matthew wondered if he should go back to sleep or if he should stay up and find something to do. He stared in the darkness while laying on Alfred until the blue numbers on the dvd player glowed 1:00 am, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep. As he raised his head from Alfred's chest and stepped down from the bed. His head throbbed suddenly, blood pressure dropping from the hasty movement with which he stood. He groaned, grasping his head before he lost his balance, his other grabbing at the nearby table for support as he hit the floor, turning the table over with him as it gave a loud thud. Matthew had shut his eyes at the sound, cringing and relaxing as it quieted again and his brother still lay resting.
Ivan had been drifting into and out of sleep for the last few hours when he was suddenly awoken by a loud thud from the direction of the bathroom. He got up to investigate and saw no one so he went to check his room and saw Matthew on the floor. He rushed to him and saw him in a relaxed state that had him worried "Matvei" he whispered, a hand coming to tap his cheek gently "are you alright?"
Matthew looked over at the concerned Russian, red-rimmed eyes filled with a numb presence, yet speckled with relief and an inkling of happiness at seeing the other. "I can't sleep" replied a whisper from his slightly hoarse voice, a small sniffle following after. He felt so vulnerable and so helpless, like a lost child, forgetting any recollection of animosity he had held toward Ivan. He wanted the other to hold him. He wanted to be coddled and cradled by him, knowing that the other was tangible. Knowing that Ivan was a sense of strength and protection and love, things which had he'd believed had been robbed from him with the death of his mother, were right here for him. His eyes watered as he stared up at the other, a single sign of his concealed emotions in the pleading lavender gaze. He exposed his sentiments entirely to the other.
Ivan saw Matthew's eyes starting to water as the other looked up at him with utter desperation and need. Ivan knelt down and gathered him up in his arms carefully. He held him close, supporting his back and legs as Matthew's head rested against his shoulder. He carried him to his own room and lay down with him, propped up with pillows "It's alright, we'll stay up together" he said softly, hand running through the soft, messy hair.
Matthew leaned gently into the loving touch as he cuddled against the other. His head bobbed slowly and subtly with the rise and fall of Ivan's chest, the man's palpitations rhythmic and steady against the younger's ears.
Ivan closed his eyes and started to unconsciously hum a little Russian tune from his childhood as he felt Matthew relax against him, his hand still moving slowly through his hair.
The honey blond listened to the other's gentle and foreign lullaby, his breaths stilled at the soft yet deep tone his voice held. The tune seemed to tell a story, even as Matthew had never before heard it for himself, he could hear the inklings of pain and melancholy mingled into the sweet little melody. He assumed it was a soothing lilt which the other held dear from his childhood. It served to soothe him just as well as his eyelids fell against the dusk and the stillness, his own heart beat in time with the others as a hinted smile crept over his lips.
After a little bit Ivan realized what he was doing and nearly stopped but he noticed that Matthew held the barest hint of a smile on his lips and he smiled a bit in response and continued; switching to another one as that one came to an end.
Matthew cuddled further against the other and started to recall the conversations they had before in which Ivan had brought up his two siblings. A curiosity tugged at him for a few minutes before he cautiously asked the Russian "Will you tell me more about your sisters?"
"If you would like me to" Ivan said softly. The pain had long worn off and he still had fond memories of back then; with his sisters at least. "As you know I had two, an elder and a younger and their names were Katyusha and Natalia. They were both very kind and though Natalia had a bit of a temper at times, she still loved in her own way. Katyusha enjoyed many little hobbies, especially knitting, cooking, and gardening though she wasn't the best with plants" he said with a chuckle "Natalia was better with plants but couldn't cook very well but together they could make the best dishes."
Matthew gave a small smile as he looked up to see the light in the violet eyes that he was so fond of. He found himself admiring the other for being so strong through adversity, all the while never losing himself. "I'm glad to still have Alfred but…you are also my family…" he whispered as he hugged the Russian tightly "I love you."
"As are you for me" he said, kissing the other's forehead "I love you too" he finished softly, returning the hug firmly until they both relaxed.
Somehow the younger man fell asleep in the other's arms, resting on the Russian's warm frame as he dreamed a serene blackness that calmed his senses until the sun rose again, filling the room with the light of the dawn as it ascended over the horizon.
As always, comments and opinions are greatly appreciated! I'd love to hear if a particular part caught your eye.
~Poison