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Connected	By : chaseaime Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1775 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ivan's car was painfully simple. Not uncomfortable, but just- simple. It was an old station-wagon with soft cloth seats. Seemed like he was slowly restoring it. If not improving it. Ivan was talking to him and he politely gave the occasional sound to show he was actually listening. Yet he really wasn't. The conversation was too polite. Weather and traffic. That wasn't what he cared about.

"So this is the café. Pretty simple, I know, but the food has a real sort of quality to it."

Matthew was looking at the building they had managed to park beside. Yes, this was one of Alfred's known hang out spots. Shit, Braginski. If you did this on purpose you just nailed me hard. You're too smart.

Matthew followed him into the restaurant and kept his head bowed. They sat opposite each other and he found himself feeling stranded in his booth all alone. Ivan filled his seat, both physically and with presence. He had no real presence. Not in this scenario, at least.

"Tell me about your brother, Matthew. What was he like before all this occurred?" He spoke around the waitress who poured stout coffee. Matthew wrinkled his nose at the smell and began to empty out packets of cream and sugar.

"Not too different from any art student. He was a dreamer and a best friend to anyone who needed it. He was always loud and fun, but at home he showed his shy side. He to make others happy. We talked on the phone every week. Sometimes several days in a row."

"Your parents separated when you were young, right? How'd that go?"

"Papa took me up to Quebec. Closest thing to France without having to go back to France, you see. Mama kept Alfred. Mama…. Had problems. Sure, Papa had his own, but I think Al honestly hated Mama. If Al would kill anyone I would have thought it'd be her."

"Was she cruel to him? Abusive?"

"If you think that's why this happened you're wrong! Brother wouldn't kill! Sure, I said he might have her, but that's so different! Brother is a lover. Never been much for fighting… Mama was verbally abusive to him. Never really physical. Luckily she wasn't home often anyway. The bar was her calling."

Ivan had winced at the outburst, but behind those eyes Matthew could see how pleased he was. He thought he was working Matthew out. Unwinding him like a tightly wound coil. Sorry Braginski. I'm unwinding you.

"You moved here, right Mr. Braginski? Do you have siblings?" Matthew changed the subject and made himself blink often. His eyes glassed properly.

"Ah, yes. I moved here from home. I have two siblings myself. An older and younger sister." Ivan swirled his coffee as the waitress brought a stack of pancakes to Matthew and a mess to Ivan.

"Then you must understand. How…. How hard it is to be away from family. How scary it is." Matthew bit his lip and tried not to laugh. Ivan's face over his own food was quite depressed. Yet then he looked to Matthew and his eyes softened.

"I want to help, Matthew. I know he didn't do it. I have no doubt of that. Please, what have you heard? What have you figured out?"

Good. Ivan was jumping right to it. He was so eager to help he was forgetting his place. Matthew was going to follow this through.

"I… I know some things. They may be very important. But I don't want to talk about it here. People will listen. Can we go to my hotel? After we talk I'd like to go to sleep finally."

Ivan nodded. He understood well enough. The rest of the discussion went rather quickly. It seemed the detective wasn't much for talking between bites. He was famished. Matthew couldn't complain though. The pancakes were good.

Ivan seemed awkward in the hotel room. The only place to sit was the bed. Which he sat on the edge as Matthew used the restroom. He was perusing the file when Matthew came back wearing nothing but a towel. Ivan had to stare down at the case.

"All my clothes are dirty, so they're having to get washed. I'm sorry if this makes you awkward, Mr. Braginski."

"No no, not at all." He was looking at Matthew and the boy heard the breath get sucked in. Matthew had let the towel slip.

"You're tense, Mr. Braginski. A busy man like you wouldn't have a lover at home, eh? I'm so sorry…. I know this is forward of me."

Matthew moved the file from the hands and put it to the floor not far off. His knees sank delicately to the carpet as his hands slid along the thick thighs. He could feel the muscle and, for a moment, it was hard to recall that this was business only.

"Matthew, I don't think you want-"

"Oh I do want, Mr. Braginski. You're handsome. An older man. And so intelligent. Those are my top requirements for a bed mate. So, Ivan, let me make us both more relaxed. Please?"

Matthew had pressed his face against a thigh while looking up at the detective. Their eyes met for a moment before Ivan looked to the side. The boy gave a delighted sound and undid the pants more quickly than he meant. He needed to pace himself. The man was wearing black box briefs. How mature. His fingers slipped the slit open and dug to pull the cock out. It wasn't all the way limp, which embarrassed him just a little, and he swallowed hard. To not be erect it was already sizeable. This was going to be a stretcher.

"Ivan… Yours is charming. Pity you aren't showing it to other people."

"I don't really have much ti- ah!" Ivan jerked when the fingers brushed the bit of head peeking out from the sleeve.

Matthew pinched the skin between finger and thumb and drew it back from the head. It caught behind the rim snugly and he smiled. The boy sucked on his own tongue to get more saliva before he put the tip in his mouth. He swirled it while pumping the shaft and smiled inwardly when Ivan gently placed his hand on the head. So gentle.

For a while he sucked and licked the head before bobbing along the shaft. Ivan's feet had planted themselves more firmly on the floor and his other hand gripped the bed. He was swelling in Matthew's mouth and the boy could feel that thick vein on the underside of his cock throbbing. It was good and firm now.

He drew his mouth back and heard the slight whine from Ivan. His hand kept pumping and he swallowed again, the beads of saliva trailing between his moist lips and the wet head of the thing in his hand. His fingers weren't touching. They couldn't close all the way around it. And that head. It'd pop in him and lock in his sphincter.

God, he wished this wasn't just business.

Ivan was gently tugging at his arms, pulling him onto the bed, and he heeded the man. He was on his back, pushing the gun holsters off, thankful they didn't discharge, and gave a yelp. His own shaft was grabbed and stroked as Ivan's mouth found his neck. The boy felt weak against it. He felt Ivan's hot mouth, his moist tongue sweeping across his neck, and those teeth clamping on the tight band of muscle. Stubble rubbed his skin and it helped to excite him even further. Already the ball of need in his stomach made him want to spill. Why was he so fast today?

"What do I put in you?"

"Your dick!" Ivan made an embarrassed sound and Matthew wondered why dick was the wrong answer.

"I meant…. I meant what to ease you. To help stretch you."

"Oh! Lube! I…. have lotion?" He hadn't expected to fuck anyone while in the states for the investigation. This had sort of come up.

The boy gestured to the stand by the bed at the tube of lotion he used on his feet. Alfred had always worried about the skin cracking so he always nursed them. Ivan stretched for it, hovering over Matthew, and reached it. He moved between the legs as he greased a finger and pressed it in. The boy whined and shuddered. He knew he was clean today. He had planned on this all night and bought an anal douche. During his shower he had stretched himself and checked just in case. He wanted this to be as pleasant as possible for the cop.

"Fuck! You're fingers are thick!"

"I'm a big man. Of course they're thick. Push again. I'm putting the second one in."

"Good God! A-Ah!" The boy was trembling. Ivan stroked his walls and found it. Matthew gave a wail when his weakness was pressed. His cock dribbled with precum and Ivan was stroking him again.

"You all right?"

"Yes! God, just put it in! Please please please!"

Ivan smiled to himself as he lathered the lotion on his shaft. It was greasy and he hoped to God there were no cuts on the boy's insides. Didn't want this stuff seeping in. He'd likely have to apply it again from time to time just to keep things easy. Well, that wasn't a problem.

"Raise your hips, Matthew."

"Why?"

"Just raise them."

Matthew did as told and blinked in confusion as something soft went under his ass and lower back. Ivan had folded a pillow and tucked it under just to raise the boy's rump. It'd make penetration easier. You are truly a good man. Though a little corrupt to do this with a suspect's family member. Matthew held his breath when he felt the head press to his entrance.

"Exhale and push, Matthew. I'm going to push in as far as I can go. Keep pushing against it."

Matthew dumbly nodded before he felt himself open. Slowly and slowly like a drawstring purse he felt the tight wrinkles expand to let the thing inside. He was pushing and pushing, forcing the muscles to relax, and finally he felt Ivan's movement stop as he hovered over him. The man was breathing hard already and shuddered at the sensation around his cock. Matthew began to breath, his ass burning from the intrusion, but otherwise there was no pain. He had been well stretched and lubed enough to hand this. Thank God he wasn't a virgin.

"Ivan… How deep are you? It- It feels like you're pressing everything." Matthew placed his hands on the arms by his head and kissed the man's jaw.

"A little over halfway. Want to me to move a bit?"

"Yeah. Just… go easy, okay? I've never had your size before."

Ivan laughed a little, making Matthew flustered, but he was so sweet about it that things had to be okay. It was a good slow withdrawal before he slid back into place. Matthew's body shifted with the movement and he sighed. That was a good pace. Ivan set himself to it, making short thrusts at a good slow tempo, and Matthew began to let himself go in it. He relaxed and Ivan gave a hefty grunt when he slid even deeper. Matthew arched and grabbed the shirt tight.

"Ah. There, Matthew?" Ivan's voice had the ringing of a taunt in it. Matthew shook his head to deny it. "Then you won't mind if I touch it again."

The man angled his hips again and thrust in to earn a cry from he boy. No longer was he thrusting slowly. He found a nice marching tempo and slammed himself in deep. Matthew's insides were stirring, electric jolts racing through him, and he cried. It felt bad. It felt good. It was a mixture of everything. He held onto Ivan, letting his legs wrap around the waist, and for once Matthew was really crying. Both bliss and worry, he was lost.

"Shhh. Let me…. Let me help you, Matthew. I want to!" Ivan's voice hitched with words as he thrust, sentences breaking, and the boy had to make his choice.

"My brother… he's an innocent! That Arthur… he… he-AH!" Matthew shook as the stirring grew worse. His toes curled and uncurled as he tried to hold back. Ivan kissed his neck and head, so close to him, and Matthew wondered what he was doing now.

"Keep going, boy. Don't stop."

You're the one who shouldn't stop! God, it's so hard to focus! I don't need to tell him outright! I don't! I- I!

"I did it I did it I did it! I killed him! But- but he hurt my brother! He- NNGH- he tortured him!"

"Don't hold back… Just let it go…" Ivan was sweating over him. Matthew kissed the neck to taste the sweat. Just to see if he was real or not.

Matthew was orgasming. His cock gave hard splurts onto his stomach and he felt his balls drop to a relaxed state. His body quaked as Ivan groaned over him. That aching heat spread in his ass as he felt the man give several hard jerks. He kept thrusting until in was over. Then finally withdrew. Ivan's fluids came with his cock and the man lay by him. Matthew didn't want to look at him, but the man caught his face and turned it to meet his.

"I know all that, boy. I can guess what that bastard did to your brother. I know what you did was out of love and, as a sibling, I would have too. Now the question is whether or not anyone else saw."

"Francis did. He had just bought Alfred."

Ivan was quiet for several moments and Matthew's face was wet from continuing tears. For a moment Matthew thought he saw the compassion of Christ in the man's face as he shut his eyes and opened them with a gentle smile.

"So where is he?"

"In his own home. A play room he built. I didn't kill him yet."

"Lets wash up and go, Matthew." Matthew winced and breathed deeply. How did he convince the man to not turn him in? Had the sex been enough?

"To jail?"

"No. I want him. Lets go wrap this up."

Author's note: Hello guys and thanks for following this far along in Connected. Grah, such horribly written sex. Yet we're starting to tie things up. At most you have two chapters to go so don't give up on me! See you all in the next sequence!
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