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Matthew is Mine	By : flagfish Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 9688 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Low sound of chatter from the other hall.
In the kitchen, water running.
Metallic gears turning, large and heavy, within the ancient grandfather clock.
And breath, expiration humid with fervor, exertion fluid with want, flesh striking wet against flesh, naked, obscene—
Matthew could hear very clearly the things Ivan said to Francis, just over his shoulder, just outside his ear, even as Francis gave it to Matthew, even as he held him securely in place with those long-fingered hands, Ivan spoke to him profane things, terrible things, things he planned to do to him once he finished with Matthew.
Innocent boy like that, it just wasn't right.
Certainly, Alfred didn't play this dirty with Matthew, certainly he handled his brother with delicate affection and care—
He wasn't afraid enough, he wasn't defensive enough, not like Toris, Ivan thought, not the way Toris trembled in his arms—
Matthew was docile, trusting, affectionate—
Perpetually unnoticed, but not tormented, treated clearly with a careful hand—
Please don't hurt me for the sake of charm alone, because it made him that much cuter, and stemming not from any actual experience with hurt—
Oh, Francis had spanked him, Matthew had his fair share growing up, not quite as often as Alfred, but enough, no less.
You, too?
Alfred would ask, the both of them in trouble, and Matthew would nod his head in silence, clutching the sheets as he curled in his bed, skin still sore from the taste of reprimand.
Yeah, “Yeah, me, too.”
“I talked back to England.”
Silence.
“I wandered out to the lake by myself.”
“That's stupid, shouldn't get a spanking for that.”
Matthew had said nothing, his little fingers closing around the white edge of his blanket.
“Does it still hurt?” Alfred had asked.
“A little.”
“Yeah, me, too.”
Even as Matthew blushed against the crook of Ivan's neck, embarrassed to hear all the terrible things he said to Francis, the terrible things he planned to do, even as he hung his head, breath coming wet against the hard muscles, he was all affection, trusting innocence and warmth.
“Is it really okay for him to hear all this,”
Ivan asked, lips moving slick against Francis',
“about how I'm going to bend you over and fuck you?”
“What, you mean—”
Francis asked, long fingers tilting Matthew's chin upward and licking at his lips from behind,
“—you mean like I'm doing to him now?”
“No, no,”
Ivan laughed softly, knowingly, and his large hand seized Matthew's member, wet and slick, so that Matthew cried aloud against Francis' mouth,
“Bend you over upside-down.”
“Oh, like we did to him before?”
And then, turning to Matthew again, Francis crooned,
“You liked that, didn't you,”
his voice empathic and sweet, like he were speaking to a child, and Matthew nodded, blushing even as he replied that he did.
“We didn't give it to him that way,”
Ivan laughed, “that's how you're gonna get it, France.”
Francis grinned,
“True enough.”
He was breathing hard now, long hair swinging and arms growing tight around Matthew's abdomen, and Matthew cried and gasped beneath him, a slender instrument of pleasure, coyly responsive to every maneuver and every deliberate strum,
“Again, Matthew?”
Francis teased, long digits of his hand interlaced in Ivan's around the boy's member,
“Are you gonna come again, so soon?”
And, embarrassed beyond words, Matthew nodded shyly, yes.
“Matthew, you little slut...”
“Spoken like a true expert,” Ivan laughed, “Francis, you're about to come, too, isn't that right—”
Ivan's large fingers closed around Francis' throat as he drew him very close to himself, and, grinning, he mouthed,
“Before he will.”
In Ivan's grasp, Francis nodded, yes, the very gesture bringing him ever closer—
“Go on,” Ivan whispered, words hot vapor at Francis' mouth, “give it to him, Francis, you little whore—”
It didn't take much more than that before Francis came, long limbs stiffening all around Matthew's slender frame, head buried in the white expanse of his neck, arms wrapped all around—
The clear fluid hot and slick as it trailed glistening down the naked length of Matthew's thigh—
Francis exhausted, delirious, spent, body limp and lank around the younger boy when there suddenly came the loud, distinct echo of flesh striking flesh when Ivan slapped hard at his behind, pull out, move, you're not done yet, France.
Exhausted, Francis gasped, in pleasure almost, again, spank me again, Lord knows, it's been a while.
He slowly pulled out, just barely standing, and Ivan motioned for Matthew to sit on his knee. Matthew did, swallowing hard and pained from aftershock, his thighs entirely slick and wetting Ivan's clothes beneath.
Next, Ivan motioned for Francis to come closer, and then he reached up to seize a handful of his hair, pulling him down to his knees.
Francis cried with a mixture of pain and surprise—and also an unmistakable note of pleasure—when Ivan forced him to Matthew's member.
“You did such a lovely job with him earlier,”
Ivan crooned,
“So proficient at that sort of thing."
Matthew blushed furiously as he listened to Ivan speak to Francis this way—
France—
Papa.
But before he could speculate on the matter to any considerable extent, there came again Francis' hot mouth on him, and he cried out, forgetting any humiliation in the face of arousal—
Ivan held Francis safely in place, warm, large arms, one hand still in his hair, steadying him and holding it back so he could see—
So they both could see—
And Matthew actually watched, eyes large and childlike and blue behind the gentle sway of his hair, biting down on his lip as his eyebrows furrowed and—
Even Matthew's long fingers clutched hard at Francis' hair when he came, voice coming desperate and soft, angelic, a sweet, innocent cry—
Ivan held Francis down for a long time, until at last Matthew was subdued, and then, very slowly, again pulled him up, reaching to lick at his lips.
To be continued...
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