Okay, I wasn't going to type this out yet because I'm lazy as fuck and love to procrastinate plus I have other things I'm suppose to be doing, but...
Inner Kiwi: Her new girlfriend really likes this fic and she wants to make her happy.
Screw you, Inner Me. Also, just in case y'all were wondering, I'm coming up on the end of this story. In fact, this may or may not be the second to last chapter. Fear not though, this is not the last you'll hear from me! I have two fics, one with the first chapter posted and one not typed up yet but written in my writing binder, that I plan on posting after this. They won't be posted/updated until this is done, though, because He's Hurting Me takes top priority!
By the way, the POVs in this chapter are going to be switching around a lot, for plot's sake.
Anyway, on with the show!
BETA'D BY BLACKTWINWHITETWIN (last chapter was Beta'd by her too, I just forgot to put that down. Sorry!)
Matthew woke slowly and reluctantly, not wanting to give up his comfortable position. His head was pillowed on a soft yet firm surface, which, judging by the steady movement and the rumble of snores he could hear, was someone's stomach. He was going to go out on a limb here and guess it was Gilbert's. His memory of the night before was slightly skewed, but he could remember enough to know where he was and, unfortunately, why. The very thought of what he had witnessed was enough to make his stomach squirm with conflicting emotions. The night before, he had simply gone with his gut reaction, but now, in the light of day, he had time to analyze the situation.
On the one hand, seeing Ivan with someone else had hurt, deeply. Although he had always known that it was happening, that didn't soften the betrayal of it. Surprisingly though, Matthew had no ill feelings towards Yao. He knew first-hand how charming Ivan could be when he wasn't beating you within an inch of your life. Yao had probably fallen victim to his sweet smiles and awkward yet adorable speech pattern. No, if anything, Matthew was worried for the Chinese boy's safety.
Which led to the other side of his thoughts. Because now that he'd had time to think, Matthew could recognize that now was his chance to break free from Ivan and the horrors he had subjected him to. All he had to do is tell his friends and brother what had happened if they asked why he broke it off (although he sincerely hoped no one asked), then break-up with him when Al was home and not playing video games so he wouldn't be able to attack him. Really, this was a blessing in disguise.
Yes, Matthew decided, things were finally looking up
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Matthew, predicting that it would probably awkward for Gil to wake up with someone on his stomach, helped himself to the bathroom connected to his friend's room (Which was the entire basement, the lucky bastard) and took a much needed shower. And if he used a bit of Gil's body wash, well, it had nothing to do with the fact that he loved the Albino's scent, nope, not even a little.
When he came out, he borrowed one of Gilbert's hoodies with the Prussian Eagle on the back and a pair of his skinny jeans that pooled at his feet. With hygiene and clothing taken care of, Matthew crept up the basement steps so as to not wake up the sleeping teen in the room below.
When he reached the door to the basement, he could hear the sounds of cheerful chatter and clanking dishes. Guess Ludwig's up. Shrugging internally to himself, he figured that he couldn't be the worst person Ludwig had seen come from his brother's bedroom on a Saturday morning. Unlike almost all the other rumors, Matthew had learned that the one about the BTT being promiscuous was in fact, true. Well, partially true. Antonio and Francis have been retired from their days of one-night-stands since they started dating their respective partners. Due in part, I'm sure, that they would both be dickless by now if they hadn't. Matthew put aside those thoughts, which were quickly making him jealous, and walked through the door.
To his surprise, not only was Ludwig there, but Feli, Antonio and Lovino as well. Feliciano and Lovino were at the stove, cooking something that looked suspiciously like pizza, while Ludwig and Antonio sat at the table drinking coffee and watching some sports game on a tablet.
At his entrance, the four boys looked up, varying expressions of surprise on their faces, along with a similar expression that told him they were assuming the sexiest. Matthew felt his cheeks turn candy-apple red.
"Uhm-Uhm... I couldn't stay at my house last night, so Gil let me stay here," Matthew explained. Suddenly a thought popped up in his head. "I hope that was okay with you, Ludwig. I didn't mean to-"
"Nein, it's perfectly fine Matthew, our friends stay over all the time," The blond cut him off, waving away his apology.
"So you and Potato Bastard #2 weren't bumping uglies?" Romano asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow. If possible, Matthew turned even redder.
"Roma! You can't just ask people things like that, it's muy grosero!" Antonio exclaimed, although he was sending Matthew what he obviously thought to be subtle questioning looks as well.
"Fuck off, everyone was thinking it! Even Feli!" The Italian protested. Suddenly, he sent a scathing look at Ludwig. "And believe me, Kraut Eater, we're gonna have a LOOOOONG talk about where exactly Feli picked up such a dirty way of thinking."
Finally, Matthew decided to cut off this conversation. "No, believe be, their wasn't any bumping of the uglies. I was just in a bad place last night and Gilbert helped me out and lent me his bed, that's all."
"Why couldn't you go home last night?" Feli asked, tilting his head. Leave it to Feli to ask the one question I was hoping not to have to answer.
"Ja, I was wondering the same thing," said a voice from the basement door way. Matthew nearly jumped three feet in the air. Turning, he saw Gilbert leaning casually against the door frame. Sighing, Matthew sat down at the kitchen table. Better get this over with, I guess.
"Uhm, well... I kid of, uh, walked in on my boyfriend cheating on me," Matthew said, avoiding everyone's eyes and tugging at his ear. "I just... really needed to get out after that. I guess I sort of over-reacted. Thanks for putting up with me last night, Gil."
Silence reigned for a few moments. Matthew felt dread suddenly build up in his stomach. Oh God, what if they think it was my fault? What if they think I'm weak for not confronting him or making a scene or-
"That bastard! Give me that fucker's address so I can shove a motherfucking globe up his god damn ass!" Surprisingly, such a foul out burst came from Feli's mouth. Matthew looked up to see the little Italian shaking with pure, unadulterated rage.
He wasn't the only one. Everyone in the room looked just about ready to kill Ivan. Even the usually happy and oblivious Antonio looked positively murderous. Matthew wasn't sure whether to feel happy or terrified. Gilbert looked the worst though. His fists kept clenching and unclenching, and his mouth was twisted up into an unrecognizable snarl. His shoulders wee shaking with the effort of not punching something, preferably Matthew's boyfriend.
"Uhm, guys, please calm down, it's no bid deal-"
"No big deal!? You were fucking inconsolable last night, Birdie! That hurensohn deserves to be beaten within an inch of his life!" The Albino snarled. Matthew flinched slightly from his tone.
Surprisingly, it was Lovino who reached out and put an arm around the Canadian's shoulders. "Calm the fuck down, you idiots. This isn't helping." Antonio frowned at his lover.
"But-"
"Believe me, all you guys are doing is making shit worse. On Monday, you and the other asshole semes can all track the bastard down and kick the shit out of him, but for now, we're all going to go into the living room and watch Rise or the Guardians, capisce?" The shorter boy cut in, giving everyone but Matthew a death glare.
The others seemed to deflate at that, and they all trouped into the living room. This time, Lovino and Matthew took up the love seat, Lovino showing uncharacteristic affection by copying Matthew and Gilbert's position from the previous night. Matthew was surprised by how much he liked the friendly contact. And everyone else... well, let's just say, both Gilbert and Antonio took a multitude of secret photos.
Before the commercials had finished, Matthew tilted his head up to look at the other boy. "Thanks for that. But how did you..?"
"Know how to handle it?" Matthew nodded. "I started dating this guy, Lars, about a month after I moved here five years ago. I found out six months into the relationship that he was cheating on me with Bella, and neither of us knew."
"Wow, that's awful," Matthew murmered, his heart hurting at the thought of someone hurting the spunky Italian boy.
"Yeah, it sucked all kinds of balls at first, but in the end it turned out perfectly. I got to know Bella, and she introduced me to the group, and by default, Antonio. If it weren't for that bastard, I never would have met the love of my life," Suddenly, Lovino's cheeks lit up. "Uhm, don't tell anyone I said that about him, okay?"
"Your secret's safe with me," He promised. The two smiled at each other, before turning to the screen, were the movie was just starting.
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Ivan's world was crumbling apart.
He should have stopped when he heard the door open. He should have chased after Matvey and demanded the boy stay to hear him out. He would have listened; he'd be too terrified of the repercussions to stay. He should have thrown that Глупо китайский конец Yao out on his tight little ass. But no, instead, he'd focused on getting off instead of going after Matthew. And now, it was Sunday night, and he still hadn't come home.
The boy was probably entertaining thoughts about leaving him, and that just wouldn't do. Ivan had spent too long and put too much work into turning the sweet, shy Canadian into his own broken little play toy, and he wouldn't let him get away that easily. He was perfectly broken in- timid, jumpy, obedient, eager to keep him pleased, and beautiful to boot. Of course, there was always Alfred. He was almost identical to his Matvey, and, to be perfectly honest, Ivan had wanted him at first, until he realized how much easier Matthew would be to manipulated. All it had taken was a month of being kind and loving and complimentary, and Matthew was eating out of the palm of his hand.
That's it! The Russian boy suddenly realized, a sick smile spreading across his face. All I need to do is apologize and charm him back into submission. It always works after a punishment. And besides, he isn't a dumb boy, he must have known I wasn't faithful. How could I be, when the little ханжаwon't even put out?
With that decided, Ivan went to bed and went to sleep, dreaming of his plans.
AAAAAAAND THERE YOU GO! So, good news, this ISN'T the second to last chapter! I didn't get as much done as I thought I would.
Inner Kiwi: Why am I not surprised?
Me: Shut up! ANYWAY, I didn't get as much done in this chapter as I wanted to, but A) this feels like a PERFECT way to end this chapter, B) If I write anymore the chapter will be too long, and C) I REAAAAAALLY WANNA GET THIS TO MY BETA~!
Also, I swear to God, that RomaCan cheese at the end was NOT planned-
Inner Kiwi: Just like all the other garbage you type out.
Me: IGNORING YOU- but I could NOT resist putting it in! In case no one noticed, I have a slight thing for people comforting and cuddling Mattie, both romantically and otherwise. Also, don't even tell me Lovino wasn't a sweetie in this chapter. I really do love him, and I wanted to give him a moment in the sun! And also, sorry for Feli's OOC outburst. It may make sense later on. Maybe.
Translations-
Глупо китайский конец- Stupid Chinese Slut
ханжа- Prude
Muy grosero- very rude
stronzo di- fucker's
Hurensohn- son of a bitch
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