Okay! I hope everyone is happy, I have decided to put in some very fluffy, detailed, lemon meringue pie after all! Hopefully it doesn't suck… no pun intended… DERP! But I am warning nonetheless, it might be to slow to really get off to… (Don't lie, I know why we all read it so much. ;D)

If you don't get it by now; THIS CAPTER CONTAINS SMUT, DON'T LIKE DON'T READ!

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Ivan stood in the hallway, trying to decide where to look for Matthew next. They hadn't parted from each other's company for the last three hours strait, but finally someone had made the suggestion that Ivan and the ladies clean themselves up. How could they refuse? It had been a long while since any of them had bathed, what with all that had been happening. Nevertheless, it had resulted in the two of them being pried apart. And now he was left wandering the unfamiliar halls, trying to find his sweetheart.

Earlier that evening a very self satisfied looking Francis had rejoined them all with the news that Arthur was sound asleep, and wouldn't be waking until tomorrow. There was no question in anyone's mind as to why he was so soundly asleep. America had called later with a—sincere? —Apology for not responding earlier, saying with not a hint of humor but a very falsely innocent tone, that he had been 'getting breakfast'. After that Francis had happily put Hungary and Belarus up for the night—they shared a room—and rather gleefully told Ivan and Matthew that they would have to share a room as well.

Ivan was glad for that, it seemed that at least one of Matthew's family members was willing to try and accept them. Now if he could only find Matthew's room...

He rounded a corner and nearly had a collision with a familiar face.

"O-oh! P-please excuse m-me, M-Mr. Russia!" Ivan blinked then smiled down at the brunet.

"Privyet, Toris. It is quite alright, da?" Toris took a moment to look bewildered and freaked out, backing away a few steps. He wasn't sure what he found scarier, a creepy Russia or a seemingly nice one...

"Uh. I-I'll just be on m-my way t-then, Mr. Russia-"

"Ah! Wait a moment, could you direct me to Matvey's room? I seem to have gotten myself lost." For some reason Toris found himself telling him even though if he had actually thought about it he would have thought it was a very bed idea to do so. Something told him it was alright.

"D-down this hall and to the l-left. I-it's the third d-door on t-the right."

"Spacibo, Toris. See you around, da?" he patted Lithuania on the head gently—only pressing very lightly—and brushed past the Lithuanian in a breeze of soap scented air, leaving a stunned Toris in his wake.

Ivan followed his directions and knocked on the door they lead him too.

"Come in!" the Russian smiled in relief at the sound of his Matvey's voice and entered quietly. "Oh. Hello, Ivan." Matthew smiled at him before returning to the dresser he was busy digging in, hair wet from his own shower, exposing the bare skin of his back to a frozen Ivan.

Ivan stared unblinking at Matthew's bare back, the skin pale and traced with barely visible silver scars. Ivan had never seen Matthew's body clearly… before the room had been cloaked in steam, now it was shockingly clear. He looked so…

Before he could stop himself he had stepped up behind Matthew and was stroking his hands down his pale, soft shoulders, his hands trailing all the way down Matthew's arms and back up with brushing fingers. Matthew stopped searching for a shirt and shivered lightly as Ivan repeated the motion down his sides to the curve of his hips and wrapped his arms around Matthew's waist. Matthew closed his eyes and took a deep juddering breath, but then he felt it. The soft pressure of a kiss pressed to his collarbone…

He spun in Ivan's arms and buried his hands in Ivan's pale hair, pressing their lips together with equal parts love and passion. The touch made their blood fizzle and pop like champagne, and the Russian moved easily to accommodate the change, pressing closer and returning it with fervor. His hands ran slowly over Matthew's back, stroking his damp skin lightly. Suddenly the Canadian pulled away, gasping for breath heatedly, Ivan looked down at him contentedly for a moment before fingers began delicately plucking his shirts buttons undone.

It was a reflex. He didn't even think about it as his hands came up and closed around Matthew's, halting their movements. He looked up at Ivan with confusion and worry, his hands attempting to withdraw themselves.

"I'm sorry… I shouldn't have…" Ivan kept his hold on his sweetheart's hands. Shaking his head slightly.

"It is not… none of us are without our scars… I am just a little…" he stumbled, trying to explain. No one had ever seen his scars before, he wasn't ever sure how his shirt had come off in that bathroom when Matthew had been shot… but never had he consciously allowed someone to see them… they were… "They are… rather shocking to look at… and my heart…" Matthew looked a little puzzled at the mention of Ivan's heart, but he also understanding.

"Show me?" Ivan searched him with his eyes for a long moment before he nodded, stepping back and releasing Matthew's hands. He reached for the fastenings on his shirt and began undoing them nervously. Each one exposing another inch of skin. Finally he shrugged the fabric off of his shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

Matthew studied him with gentle, accepting—if a little shocked—eyes. Taking in the many marks on his body.

They were beautiful in a strange way. The familiar sweeping lines of silvery moon pale skin left from blades, the spattering of small milky spots across one shoulder most likely from machine gun fire. And many other marks he could not name. The most shocking obvious however was an oddly heart shaped mark in the appropriate spot for a heart to be. Ivan reached out and grasped Matthew's hand, leading it to that spot, where it touched gently then—Matthew's breath caught— split the skin and moved easily inside of his chest.

"Ivan-!" his eyes flew to Ivan's face but found no pain there, just apprehensive eyes that met Matthew's anxiously. He couldn't help but look back, fixed on the way his hand was buried inside Ivan's chest. It… wasn't as unpleasant as he expected it to be. It was warm and moist and admittedly a little slippery and slick, but it wasn't gross. Just… odd.

"J-just a little deeper, Matvey." Just a little deeper until what exact-

"Oh!" he wasn't sure if the cry came from him or Ivan, or both of them at once. It was slick and soft, yet firm, and it was moving beneath Matthew's fingertips. Pulsing and pounding gently in a steady rhythm like a-

"Ivan is that your-?"

"Heart? Da. it is." He sounded a little breathless. Matthew gingerly stroked his fingers across the soft flesh and-

Ivan made the most beautiful and startling sound that Matthew had ever heard in his entire existence: a choked gasp, so full of surprised emotion that it made Matthew's heart skip a beat. Ivan's hand leapt back to his wrist and gently tugged on it urging it—In a way that somehow reassured Matthew with its reluctance and gentleness— out of his chest.

His fingers came away clean and dry as the skin closed, not even giving a hint that there had been an opening where his hand had entered and left. Matthew blinked slowly as Ivan brought his hand to his lips and kissed it, watching Matthew for any sign of freak-out as he did so.

Matthew folded himself in against Ivan's body. He hesitated for a moment before dipping down and kissing the scar over Ivan's heart, reveling in the gasp it tore from the other's lips. He leaned his cheek gently against the spot, finding its heat higher than was natural but pleasant nonetheless. Suddenly something welled inside of him;

Desire.

Boiling, bubbling desire tinged sweetly by the trust Ivan had bestowed upon him and by the heat of affection in his own chest.

"Ivan…" the tone of his voice made Ivan simultaneously tense and melt. It was pure lust, love and longing—and maybe a few other 'L' words as well—all melted into one tantalizingly tempting tone. "I want you… all of you…" Ivan's breath caught for a moment in amazement at the pure surety he heard. It made him…

He scooped Matthew up into his arms and carried him over to the bed, laying him down on it gently. Ivan leaned on one hand so he could take a long look at his soon-too-be-lover. He had the most adorable look on his face, lightly flushed and demurely eager. It was painfully arousing. He carefully imprinted the image into his mind before finally beginning to let himself yield to his desires.

He bent and indulged in a long taste of Matthew's soft, pale skin. Finding the flavor pleasant in its slight bitterness and subtle sweetness. Like pecan pie. Delicious. But not nearly as delicious as Matthew's response; a shiver and a long shuddering gasp. Ivan grinned and did it again, this time nipping lightly at a rosy nipple before laving it with attention, coaxing more little gasps and moans from a squirming Canadian.

He teased his way down Matthew's body, pausing to give a little attention to Matthew's bellybutton, surprised at the intensity of his reaction. Matthew squirmed, giving an absolutely sublime little whimper of pleasure.

The Russian stored that away for later use before teasingly even lower down, skirting the edge of his pajama pants.

"O-ohgod-" Matthew moaned "I-Ivan…" he obliged the breathless plead happily, edging the pants off his lover's hips and down his legs. Matthew hissed as the cloth brushed down the length of his arousal, sending a ripple of pleasure radiating up his entire body. Ivan took a moment to admire him, sprawled and gasping, ready—and willing—for him to claim him. He was beautiful, just enough muscle, lovely skin, mused blonde hair spread on the pillow, eyes filled to brimming with want and love, and every other part of his body perfectly proportioned to him. Perfect but also not flawless and beautiful in his own natural way.

He returned to his ministrations, kissing and sucking at Matthew's inner thigh. "You are so beautiful, Matvey…" he breathed against his skin before his own curiosity got the better of him. Ivan dipped down and licked a bead of precum from Matthew's tip, mm… sweet? Odd. Not unpleasant but… odd. Ivan hadn't known it could taste so sweet… he liked it though. Bending down, he took Matthew completely into his mouth, sucking him down greedily, tasting that sweetness.

Matthew couldn't help the cry that burst from his lips at the feeling. The pressure built and built as Ivan did more and more wonderful things to him. "I-Ivan! O-oh- I'm- I'm- IVAN!" Matthew arched, his entire body trembling with the sheer pleasure as he released into Ivan's mouth. He collapsed limply on the bed, panting as the pleasure retreated a bit, leaving him glowing with warmth.

Ivan swallowed it all with satisfaction as he gazed at the sight of Matthew flushed and relaxed, still trembling lightly in the afterglow. The Canadian's eyes fluttered open after a minute or two of basking and he half sat up, grabbing the tails of Ivan's scarf—he was still wearing it despite his state of undress—and pulling him down. He flipped their positions, straddling the wider pair of hips and looked down on a slightly surprised looking Russian. With gentle hands he began to unwind the wool from around Ivan's neck, doing so with a serious, carefulness that didn't fit the situation at all.

Ivan shuddered as cool air caressed newly bared skin, and watched as Matthew pressed the cloth to his face, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply before folding it neatly and placing it delicately on the bedside table where it would be safe. Matthew traced the scars there with his fingertips, softly brushing them with acknowledgment, what he didn't expect was the intensity of Ivan's reaction. A low groan reverberated through his chest and his body twitched, his eyes flying closed and his head tilting back, pleading for more touches. He was happy to oblige him but first Matthew needed something from him.

He held his hand to Ivan's lips, the request clear. Matthew couldn't help but blush as the Russian nibbled on the tips of his fingers. Couldn't help the moan that passed his lips, or the fresh throb the spun through his body. Ivan sucked hard until Matthew—either deeming them wet enough or just to turned on to wait any longer—withdrew them. The hand dropped down behind him, searching, even as he bent and began to lavish attention on Ivan's untouched neck. Ivan didn't hold out quite as well as Matthew had—it was really quite adorable, really—and soon he had turned the panting Russian into a puddle of warm, sticky, goo.

He withdrew his fingers from inside himself, lining Ivan up with himself and pushing down.

"O-Ohhhhhh~!"

His body arched, shuddering as Ivan's impressive girth slid into him stretching and stretching and rubbing sleekly. It was far from comfortable, but it was interesting. Ivan bit his lip fiercely, his hands flying to Matthew's hips and grasping harshly, bracing himself against the feeling of stifling tight heat around him. Finally he gave up on with holding his sounds, letting out a loud groan of bliss.

"M-Matvey~!" Matthew buried his face in Ivan's shoulder, body trembling as he waited for his body to accustom itself. It did slowly. But when it did, it felt wonderful. Just the thought that Ivan was inside him, filling him, heating his body from the inside made him gasp and moan in pleasure. He sat back up, crying out at the shifting within him, his cry mixed with Ivan's deep groans. He caught his breath before lifting himself and falling back down, more sounds ripped from their throats.

He lifted and fell, movements growing more feverish. Ivan's hands roughly grasped Matthew's hips, pulling and pushing him, filling and emptying and filling again. Matthew panted with his mouth open, his hand grasping Ivan's, his head thrown back and his body arching in pleasure, a scream of pleasure flew out of him as something inside him was pounded. His body tightened around Ivan's length.

"Ivan…Ivaaaaan, oh! Mmm Ivan~… I- I can- I can't…hold on much longer… AH! Ha~!" his hand had closed around Matthew's length mid sentence, making him scream. His back arched and his hips dove to meet Ivan's. The feeling was incredible as he tightened around him and he gave a cry of his own thrusting up harshly and coming hard inside Matthew. The Canadian gasped at the feeling of liquid heat filling him, it pushed him over the edge and he screamed in release. Ivan watched as Matthew writhed on him, still riding through his orgasm, his body milking every drop of pleasure from his body with pulsing flutters.

Finally Matthew collapsed on Ivan's chest, heat seeping out of him as he withdrew himself from Ivan's length and caught his breath against Ivan's neck. Ivan wrapped his arms around his lover, sated and happy.

"I love you Matvey…" he felt the Canadian smile against his neck as they drowsed in the afterglow and felt no need for a reply, knowing his feelings were returned.

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Yay~! That was better then I thought! Wonderful! I'm happy with my first bit of smut. *Grin* happy~!

~Sai