Holy Tomato Fairies! I actually updated this! Yeah I was swamped with projects (mainly a video project that I ended up doing all the group work for OTL) and didn't have time to update this. I hope this makes up for it!

Fearless

Discovery number three: Sometimes it's worth the risk.

Matthew was not an out going person, that much was obvious just by looking at him. His shy smile and easily blushing features proved exactly how introverted he was. But there were a few times he actually came out of his shell and spoke up. Usually it was when Alfred pushed him just that inch too far or Alfred did something incredibly stupid. Or anytime Alfred was acting like himself, really. Though there were the times in his relationship with Gilbert that shy little Matthew Williams decided that he should take a page from his brother's book and do something he wanted for once.

The first time had ended up…disappointing.

The second has ended…on a strange note.

And well, the third time was something he didn't even want to think about anymore. It made his head hurt and his cheeks turn the girly red color that Gilbert loved and he hated.

But this time, this time would be different. He had prepared himself, in a sense. All he had to do was visit Alfred for a few hours without his boyfriend and presto, instant angry Matthew ready to show his idiot of a brother that though Gilbert could be a moron, he was certainly not being used by the man. Of course, the only way to prove such a thing was to take the initiative and start something that was different for their normal heated kissing sessions. It wasn't that they didn't want to go further, they just had always had some kind of interruption that stopped them from going beyond hormonal teenage things. And Alfred would have to watch to make sure Matthew was the one who turned on Gilbert and not the other way around. He had even bet the moron fifty dollars that he could do it.

Oh, dear God, what had he gotten himself into?

~*~

Matthew crept up the stairs as quietly as he could, not so much from worry of waking Gilbert up as trying to convince himself he was not going crazy. He could barely start kissing the man, how the hell was he going to fucking seduce him? And with Alfred watching? God, he needed to think before he asked for help from now on. Even Francis would have been better…or maybe not. Oh, he was going to hell.

Gilbert snored quietly from their shared bed - as if that didn't cause ten tons of problems for them - with his arm over his eyes to block out the intruding sun. shit, how did he do this with the sun still up? Wasn't this a nighttime thing? He shook his head, if he started thinking about this he would never actually get on with his plan.

He crawled onto the bed, praying Gilbert didn't wake up before he got to his spot. He must have been lucky because the only thing Gilbert did was mumble something about syrup and twitch his lips the slightest bit. Matthew sighed once to calm himself, slid his way up to sit gently on Gilbert's hips and gazed down at the bare chest he splayed his hands over. Yes, he definitely could do this.

Leaning down, he grazed his lips over the pale plane of Gilbert's neck, trailing from earlobe to collarbone and back up, nipping here and there. He felt Gilbert shiver and tilt his head to the side, unconsciously giving Matthew more room to work. Matthew's hands seemed to enjoy themselves, skating over Gilbert's chest and ribs, drawing their neatly trimmed nails over the flesh in what they must have known was an erotic gesture as Gilbert groaned and arched to meet the hands and lips and teeth that grew less awkward as time passed. He couldn't even hear Alfred complaining from the tree outside their window anymore. Matthew trailed his lips to Gilbert's pulse point, biting as hard as he could without breaking the skin. Gilbert moaned loudly and jerked his hips up to meet Matthew's back. He repressed the urge to squeak when he felt a hardness that matched his own growing erection brush against his ass and shivered slightly instead. Alright, he had no idea that could happen with just a few bites and some scratches. Something to keep in mind for later. For now. He had to explain why he was molesting his boyfriend in his sleep because said boyfriend decided that now would be the perfect time to open his ruby eyes and stare at him in something between disbelief, shock and lust that put Francis to shame.

"Uhm…hi?" Matthew sputtered, barely dragging his lips from Gilbert's throat. If he looked into those eyes he was positive he would lose all his nerve and he was starting to enjoy himself, surprisingly enough.

"What are you doing?" Gilbert's voice was thick and rough, though it could have been from sleep but there was still the obvious sign that the Prussian was enjoying himself as well digging into his backside. He decided the best way to answer that question was to bite Gilbert's collarbone, licking the mark happily before dragging his lips over his jaw to linger just over his. The hitch in his breathing was just a bonus.

"I saw you sleeping and decided to wake you up. Aren't you enjoying yourself?" Damn, he was starting to sound like Francis. He really shouldn't have spent so much time with that man in his youth.

"Well, yes, but why are you waking me up like this?" He felt Gilbert swallow before he continued, though there was a slight breathiness to his voice that hadn't been there before and his words seemed more forced than anything. "Not that the awesome me doesn't deserve to be woken up like this everyday."

Instead of answering, Matthew kissed him. It was simple, at first, light and sweet, but steadily grew more needy. He hadn't realized how much he actually wanted this before. It was…interesting. His tongue passed over his lips, licking Gilbert's pleadingly before continuing on to wrap itself with Gilbert's tongue in a dance that was by now familiar and yet more exciting than before while his hands moved lower over his abdomen until reaching the waist of Gilbert's jeans. The belt gave a faint clink and he unbuckled it, causing Gilbert to break the kiss and gaze up at Matthew as if not believing the man straddling him was the same person who had left this morning.

"Are you absolutely positive Mattie? You don't have to, you know." Like hell he didn't have to. Now that he's started, he didn't even want to stop anymore. He nodded at Gilbert, offering a small smile at the escape he offered though it was obvious he didn't want to stop either, pulled the belt from his pants and dropped it to the floor in an exaggerated motion. Gilbert groaned and pulled Matthew up by his hair into another needy kiss as hands continued to unbutton clothing.

He wasn't quite sure how they did it, but they had managed to strip each other to their boxers and switch positions so that Matthew was now sprawled over the pillows with Gilbert straddling his hips without breaking the kiss once. Still, even as Matthew was pinned to the bed, he refused to give up the small amount of courage he had gained. Hands stayed in silver hair, eyes closed to everything but Gilbert and lips connected to Gilbert's, he rolled his hips up to meet the man above him, creating a friction that made him moan and Gilbert growl into the kiss while distracting him long enough for Matthew to flip them over again and restart his journey from Gilbert's lips, to his jaw, and then lower to his throat. Matthew chuckled as Gilbert sucked in a shaky breath when he bit under his ear.

"Mattie…s-shit." Gilbert cursed as Matthew continued to bite his way lower, drawing his tongue over the pale collarbone and chest that heaved up with quivering breaths. Maybe this was why they had never gotten this far before, Gilbert was acting almost un-awesome - by his own standards - though he didn't seem to mind much as Matthew's hands reached down to grip Gilbert through his boxers. Well, that was…interesting. Gilbert arched off that bed, shuddering and moaned something that sounded like Matthew's name along with a string of German he couldn't understand when he rubbed experimentally and brought his lips down to kiss the very tip.

"Hmm…you're sensitive." He hummed against the bulge, enjoying the noises and shot of power that someone like him could have this effect on someone that usually acted as if he couldn't be shaken by anything short of a maple syrup/pancake free apocalypse.

"Coming from the guy that blushes like a girl…" Gilbert managed before Matthew wrapped his mouth around him to keep him from adding anything.

"Verdammt, stop teasing already." Gilbert growled as Matthew purposely dragged his boxers down slowly, smirking like his brother for the fun of it. Of course, his smirk slipped a bit once Gilbert's member was free of the confining material.

"You weren't lying about the five meters stuff, huh." The answering smirk made him feel silly and thrilled all the same. He was going to put that inside him? Maybe he should have thought this through a bit more.

"Lose your guts, Birdie?" He knew Gilbert was joking, only acting condescending to give him the push he needed to gain his resolve back, but he still felt the need to show him up. So he took the head into his mouth and sucked, pulling the rest with his fist as he did. The answering groan, as well as the upward thrust, made him laugh. He let the head fall from his mouth and brought himself down to drag his tongue up the underside of his shaft. Gilbert groaned and tried to thrust again, aching for more of the warmth that Matthew's mouth promised., but Matthew held down his hips and blew lightly on the tip that had started to leak small drops down to get lost in silver curls.

Cocking his head, Matthew brought his tongue down again, drawing it up teasingly before enveloping Gilbert entirely. It was weird, but he enjoyed the power it brought, especially when Gilbert began to pant and moan as he sucked harder. Matthew swirled his tongue around the tip, pushed it into the slit, ran around the base and back up, hallowed his cheeks as he sucked, anything he could think of that would make Gilbert groan. Gilbert had twined his hands in his hair, pulling and clenching and unclenching his fingers and Matthew went on. He almost whimpered when Matthew released him, only to bite his lip nearly in half as he started to lick his way around the head while pumping him. He felt the telltale signs of climax churning in his groin. He tightened his grip in the blond hair, chocking out his name as Matthew slipped his tongue in the slip one last time.

He had died. He had died and gone to some heaven where everything was Matthew and he gave out teasing blowjobs that made him want to rip his hair out in frustration. That had to be the explanation. There was no way in hell his Matthew, quiet, shy, innocent Matthew, would have just done what he had. Matthew did not give blowjobs and Matthew most certainly did not swallow. But, oh dear Fritz, he had and he was licking his lips like he's only gotten syrup on them. Hell, maybe it tasted like syrup, he wouldn't be surprised with the amount he ate everyday. Or maybe it was beer. Yes, he most certainly had died and gone to Prussian heaven because now Matthew was kissing him and damn it all if he didn't taste like syrup and pancakes and salt and just Matthew. He should die more often, if this was what it was like.

Only he wasn't dead and he was incredibly uncomfortable with the sticky substance in between their chests. How the hell did it get all the way up there? Honestly, he didn't much care, all he cared about was getting the stickiness gone and bringing this new and even more awesome Matthew into the shower with him.

"I think this calls for a shower, don't you?" He smirked as Matthew's face burned a perfect red. So he was the same Matthew he had had this morning. For a second he thought he had gotten a robot to replace him. Or that he had died, dieing sounded like the best explanation.

"I…uhm…not…not r-really…" Ah, there was the Matthew he knew and loved. Not that he didn't love a teasing and slightly sadistic Matthew, but stuttering, blushing, nervous Matthew would always be his favorite.

"Of course you do! And the awesome me can't leave a damsel like you alone and needy while I bask in my awesomeness!"

Matthew missed his confidence already. Apparently it was only good for a few minutes - or thirty, as the clock on the nightstand pointed out happily. Gilbert gladly dragged him into the bathroom, not bothering to care that he was completely nude and Matthew was still uncomfortable in his boxers. Though maybe he noticed that and decided to leave them on in order to mess with him. The albino closed and locked the door behind them, motioning for Matthew to sit on the toilet while he reached into the large, glass shower and switched on the hot water. Had it always been that big? Matthew hadn't noticed how convenient the size of the shower was for two people to fit in. He groaned as his pants tightened again, Gilbert smirking and chuckling slightly. He felt his face heat up more, but maybe that was the steam that had started to pour from the shower making him flush. Yeah, he wasn't nervous at all.

"I won't do anything you don't want, you know. I'm not Francis." Gilbert was kneeling in front of him, eyes staring at him as if judging his reaction. He sounded comforting, and he was in his own way, but the way his eyes darted from his face down to his vital regions was making it obvious he wanted to continue. As was the way his cock was twitching the more his eyes drank in.

Matthew nodded, earning a smile and a quick kiss from Gilbert before cold air reached his member and he hissed in surprise.

"And I thought I was the biggest. Hmm, not bad for a kid." Gilbert teased fondly, smirk widening at Matthew's small squeak. He flicked the tip, enjoying the way Matthew jumped and tried to cover himself up. Shy Matthew was definitely more fun. "Come on, in the shower with you."

He pulled the Canadian into the shower, being sure to shut the door tight and grabbed the shampoo from the shelf. He could at least pretend he really wanted to shower before they got to the good part. He knew Matthew would appreciate it at least.

"Gil, wha-what…?"

"Just turn around. I'm gonna wash your hair."

"Oh, okay."

Gilbert lathered the shampoo - it smelt like strawberries and was most definitely for girls but that was just something Matthew did - and rubbed it into his scalp and Mathew stared at the wall. He shivered every once in a while, but didn't flinch away when the hands moved from his head down to his back, rubbing sore spots and knots from the muscles. He leaned into the touch tilting his head back to rest on Gilbert's shoulder. Gilbert smiled and turned him around so he was facing him and his head was under the water. Matthew was more red than when they had gotten into the shower and seemed harder if that was possible. He smiled shyly, trying to keep his eyes from straying below Gilbert's chest. He knew the man was hard again, he had felt it, but he didn't want to…hell, he was confused. He wanted to keep going, but he didn't want to at the same time. It was damn confusing.

And then Gilbert wrapped his hand around him and stroked and all the confusion vanished. One stroke and he was as lustful as he had been before his buzz wore off. It kept going. It was hot and delicious and stunning and, dear God, it was the best damn thing he had ever felt in his entire life. God, what he had been missing all this time. He wrapped his arms around Gilbert's neck, crushing their lips together with his hand still in between them and pushed him back so he was sitting on the small shelf. Gilbert pushed shampoo bottles and wash clothes to the floor, pulling Matthew on top of him so he was straddling him again. His hand stopped its pumping, moving around to grab him by the ass and pull him up further. Matthew whined at the loss of contact, jerking his hips to get something, but quieted all together when he felt a slick finger pushing against the tight ring of muscles. He didn't know whether to push back onto it of to jump off. It was weird and hurt a bit when it finally slipped inside.

He buried his face in Gilbert's shoulder, waiting for the pain to lessen before telling him to move. It was slow and awkward but the more he moved, the less it hurt and he eventually felt that it was okay to add another finger. Two hurt more, but it was workable. Matthew started pushing back on to the fingers as they twisted and searched for something he must have been missing. Finally, after the third finger was in, they brushed over something that had him biting Gilbert's shoulder in a vain effort to keep quiet.

"G-Gil…nng…" He didn't care if he sounded crazy or needy or whatever the hell noise he was making made him sound like, he needed to be closer, he needed more.

Gilbert sat him up, having him use his knees to hold himself up as he gripped his cock and hold it steady. Matthew lowered himself onto it, eyes squeezing shut as the tip slipped past the ring of muscles. It hurt, the more he took in, the more he felt himself being filled to the brim, like he may explode before he reached the bottom. He didn't care how he did it, but he made it all the way down, hiding his face in Gilbert's shoulder again until the pain lessened. It took what felt like forever, Gilbert kissing his neck and shoulder trying to sooth him even though his voice was strained with the effort it took to keep from moving. He didn't want to hurt Matthew, but it was getting to the point where if he didn't move soon he was going to forget all about not hurting him and start thrusting wildly. He couldn't do that to Matthew, he was too innocent and fragile.

"G-Gil, m-move."

Matthew kissed him fiercely as Gilbert guided him with his hands on his hips. He pulled him up and pushed him back down slowly at first, picking up speed as Matthew told him to. Matthew's moans and pleas to go faster, harder, grew louder as he started to push himself, leaving Gilbert to move in time with him until he wanted to make him scream with pleasure.

Gilbert wrapped Matthew's legs around his waist, picked him up and pushed him against the wall so the water from the shower hit his back.

"Ah! Gil!"

He hit the spot again and again, pushing harder, moving faster. He felt himself getting closer to the edge, knowing Matthew was getting there too. He pushed harder, keeping Matthew against the wall as he reached between them and stroked Matthew in time with his thrusts. He wanted them to come at the same time.

"G-Gil!"

"Mattie!"

Matthew threw his head back, eyes shut tight and nails digging into Gilbert's back as he came. Gilbert bit Matthew's neck, leaving a mark that already looked purple and would not doubt be worse in the morning.

As the bliss wore down, he helped Matthew to stand on his own, kissing his forehead gently as he shut the now-cold water off. Matthew slumped against Gilbert's chest, breathing beginning to even out as he fell asleep.

"Hey, wait till we get back to bed." Matthew nodded, but kept his head where it was. "So un-awesome." Gilbert picked him up bridal style, hoping he didn't drop him.

"Thanks Gil." Matthew mumbled as he was placed on the bed, covers pulled up to his chin. Gilbert was about to climb in next to him when a crack and a faint yelp caught his attention. Make that two cracks and two yelps as another set followed the first.

He opened the window, peering down at a crumpled heap of branches, leaves and what looked like a bomber jacket and a yukata on the ground below.

"Damnit, trees don't understand how to hold a hero these days!" Alfred, glasses askew, kicked at the tree, sending another branch and more leaves raining down on him.

"America-san, please don't yell, Canada-san and Prussia-sama will hear you." Kiku said in what would have been a good tone if Gilbert hadn't already heard them fall. He also saw him slip something that looked like a camera into his sleeve after checking to be sure it was unharmed.

"Mattie?" Gilbert kicked the bed softly, startling Matthew awake.

"Huh? What happened?"

"Why in the hell are your brother and Japan doing sitting in the tree?"

So? Did this totally fail? It's my first try at a lemon and it took me all day and I killed my brain with it. I read so much Harry/Draco smut for this I'm not even sure I'm sane anymore.

Anyone forget about America and Canada's bet? I hope so! That was the point of mentioning it in the failed beginning.

someone tell me this didn't fail... Hopefully the next chapter will be up soon, it's already started, I just need to finish it...