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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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Kiku held Arthur in his arms all throughout while Alfred had at him, quiet, gentle and secure, and they knew, they both knew that Alfred couldn’t see, and didn’t know, and didn’t notice at all—
He held Arthur when finally he came, and long after Alfred had fallen asleep after the fact, gently kissing him, tongue careful and soft as he lapped at his sweat-slicked body, at his spent member and the fluid glistening on his abdomen and his thighs—
You have to tell him, Arthur thought, you can’t go on this way, but he knew all too well that he was just as much reserved, that in his place he would have done just the same.
He was an airhead, that Alfred, he wouldn’t recognize infatuation if it bit him right on the arse.
Grateful for the attention, Arthur carefully dressed afterward, tucking Alfred in bed as matter of habit before taking Kiku by the arm and leaving the room.
You’ve cared for him for years, Kiku thought to say, what’s he like, how did you do it—
But all Arthur had to say in this regard was that, really, he hadn’t much success in holding on to Alfred, either.
“He’s hopeless, that boy,” he said with a note of bittersweet affection, walking with Kiku down the steps and out the entrance, not venturing forth at all into the living room, where the lights already had gone out.
“Hey! Hold up…!”
There came a quiet call, and Taiwan came trotting over in their direction. “Japan, can I get a ride home?”
***
Alfred gazed up at Matthew, finally hanging up the phone and putting the receiver away.
“This is a personal failure on England’s part…!”
He informed his bewildered brother, head shaking with genuine disappointment, “Really, this is pretty bad, even for him…”
“S…sorry—”
Matthew mumbled, because, although he could hardly remember anything that transpired that night at all, he felt far more responsible than Arthur must have been.
“God, and there’s a summit meeting tomorrow, and—and, Matthew, I don’t want you to leave my side during that entire meeting…!”
Alfred now had Matthew slung over one shoulder, climbing the steps to the second story with determination, the boy’s thighs still slick and glistening wet.
“I…I wasn’t going to go any—”
“I don’t want you sitting next to France, or Russia, or England, or—actually, I don’t want you sitting next to anyone.”
“Ah—okay, Alfred, I w—”
“Just—just sit in my chair, I’ll be leading anyway, so I won’t be sitting down…”
Now entering the bathroom, Alfred deposited his brother at the side of the tub, quickly disrobing before beginning to run the water. Matthew watched him with quiet wonderment, thinking despite himself how perfect Alfred’s body really was.
“Come on,” Alfred said, placing his glasses at the sink before climbing inside, and Matthew carefully followed suit, long legs maneuvering with elegant grace over the edge and into the water as he allowed Alfred to arrange him as he saw fit.
Understanding that he was in trouble, Matthew remained quiet as Alfred washed him, as his large hands ran gently in Matthew’s soft hair, slowly shampooing, careful to avoid his eyes—
“Hey, Al,”
he said gently as he felt the showerhead run in his hair, “hey, Al, remember when we were little, and you made me eat foam…”
Alfred was quiet at first, but then laughed softly.
“Yeah,”
he replied, smirking, “I got a spanking for that.”
“Didn’t taste so bad, actually.”
“Feeling hungry for some foam, are ya?”
Matthew chuckled. “No, no…not really…”
Alfred’s hand came wetly from behind Matthew, messily slapping a handful of foam onto his mouth.
“Nn—!”
Matthew cried in surprise, quickly turning around to face Alfred.
“You—!”
he shrieked, now scooping some foam from the tub and doing the same.
“Hey—!” Alfred cried, “I never said I liked eating foam…!”
Matthew laughed, now facing Alfred in the water and moving closer.
“You love eating foam,” he taunted, now inches away, the both of them entirely covered and dripping white suds.
Alfred laughed, too, leaning in to kiss him. He pushed Matthew back into the water, the boy’s long legs protruding gracelessly from over the side of the tub as he fell farther in, water splashing all over the floor.
Those boys have no sense of discipline…!
Alfred seized Matthew’s mouth, kissing him with hunger that surprised even himself, before suddenly he stopped. There came a nagging, very disturbing feeling within him as he thought about the night before, acknowledging that neither he nor his brother really knew what Matthew was subjected to exactly then.
“Did…are…are you sore?”
He asked directly.
Matthew blinked.
“What?”
“I mean, cause if you are, then this might hurt…”
Alfred slowly stroked the tip of one slender finger against Matthew’s opening.
“Ah—!”
“You sore then?”
“N…no! And you did that before, anyway, downsta—! Ahh—!”
“So, not sore, then."
“N—not sore—“
As Alfred proceeded to slide the digit farther in, he nearly asked Matthew for more specific details, but it bothered him to think of it, it really did.
It must have been France who did it. It had to be France…Alfred didn’t want to ask. And Matthew wouldn’t remember, anyway.
Without releasing Matthew, he dove under the water, eyes closed as he found the boy’s member with parted lips.
Hard.
Matthew, you bad little boy, he wanted to to say, but, underwater, he couldn’t speak. Hair falling wetly outside the tub, Matthew gasped as Alfred took his member in his mouth, voice echoing sweet and soft throughout the small chamber.
Is this how Francis felt when I'd made advances at Arthur?
…jealous?
Matthew is my brother, that’s different. No one can have him.
Out of breath, Alfred emerged from within the water, hair streaming wet down his face and the nape of his neck, and Matthew, whose head was tilted backward , slowly returned his gaze to his.
“God, that was good,”
he whispered, long arms coming around Alfred’s naked back as he leaned in to kiss him.
“I don’t like thinking of you with other people,”
Alfred breathed, hungrily kissing him again, and, gasping for air, Matthew kissed back, trying his best to keep up despite his pressing arousal.
“I’m sorry,”
he whispered back, and it came as honest sentiment, but Alfred still was not satisfied.
His voice came hot, humid against Matthew’s skin as he kissed him tensely, possessively,
“You’re mine. You’re mine, and you’re never drinking again. You were drinking, weren’t you.”
“I…I don’t remember…I guess I must have—”
Matthew gasped when suddenly he felt the hard tip of Alfred’s member pressing insistently against his entrance.
“God, I hope you aren’t sore—”
Eyes squeezed shut, Alfred slowly moved in. Matthew’s long fingers clawed hard at the wet skin of his back, sinking in with cruelty unrestrained, his toes clenching at the side of the tub—
“You’re mine, you got it?”
Alfred's voice came stifled and hoarse, and Matthew could just barely nod in response.
“You ever gonna pull that on me again?”
“No—”
“You ever gonna play with France and Russia again?”
“Never—”
“Just me.”
“Just you.”
“God, Matthew, I love you so much—”
“I—me too—I love you, too—”
***
As they proceeded down the hall to the meeting room the next day, Alfred wouldn’t allow his brother out of his sight. It was early, quite early, in fact, and, beaming with contentment, he explained to Matthew how everyone else will feel far inferior when they arrive later than they did.
“And we can say to them, my, you guys sure are la—”
Alfred’s words were cut short when, on opening the door to the room, he found they weren’t the first to arrive after all—
On the conference table before them, Ivan had Francis laid out, yellow hair fanned across the glimmering oak surface, very formal clothes mostly still on. The both of them carried on undisturbed for a good five seconds before, slowly, Ivan began to notice out the corner of his eye that they weren’t alone.
Silence.
Francis still in his grasp, Ivan smiled with infinite kindness and warm regard, actually waving at the brothers as he greeted them and sweetly said,
“Well, you guys are here early…”
To be continued…
A/N: My brother made me eat foam when we were little kids and our parents bathed us together. It really wasn't so bad...!
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