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      Published: 2015-06-14 Updated: 2016-05-02 Chapters: 28/? Words: 61589
****** How Prettily They Break ******
by Teakany
Summary
     Matthew is a sixteen year old mess. a drug addict who's tearing his
     family apart at the seams. Maybe that's why this is happening to him.
     some twisted form of Karma that lead to him being drugged ( how
     ironic), kidnapped and sold.
     Alfred is sick and tired of his druggie brother pulling their family
     through hell... but how will he react when they realize Matthew isn't
     coming home from his latest bender.
     More importantly... exactly how far gone can a person become when
     they completely break?
Notes
     oh dear... another story. well, this one I am only updating once a
     week! PLUS! I shall always be two chapters ahead so I never feel like
     I'm drowning in the need to update every day!
     I'll add more tags as the story progresses. main pairing here is
     going to be RusCan ^^
***** numb *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
“fuck… how much did I take….” Matthew groaned, not even bothering to shift as
he woke. every inch of his body ached, he could feel his stomach churning as
his head pounded. This had to be the worst hangover he’d ever had. What the
fuck had Carlos given him? Did the moron grab the wrong fucking bottle again?
As soon as he could find the will to move even an inch beyond opening his
mouth, dude was gonna get his ass kicked. of course, that could take a few
days.
“Not too much” echoed a voice making Matthew jump half out of his skin, the
voice was unfamiliar, close and damn it hurt! “Course… the special K probably
didn’t help much”
As he worked to make sense of the words, it occurred to him he still hadn’t
opened his eyes. He squeezed them tighter shut before opening them a crack, but
the room was pitch black, or… He tried to move his hands and found he couldn’t
do that either. He could feel panic start to set in. Where was he, What
happened?! He tried to fight through the fuzz of the hangover to sort things
out.
“He’s a cute little thing isn’t he? Think it’s what B had in mind?” a second
voice, female this time.
“Yeah, I think he’ll do the trick. though… I gotta say, wouldn’t mind keeping
this one to myself, boy or not that’s one pretty face.“
“What the hell is going on?” Matthew asked. He flinched as a hand touched his
cheek. He fell silent, his chest heaving in fear, eyes wide against the
blindfold.
“Don’t worry about it kid, you won’t be here for long.” the man added almost
sadly with a sigh.
“Don’t get attached now Lars, you can’t keep them all!” scolded the woman.
“Yea yea I know.” the hand moved away and the bed he was apparently lying on
shifted as the weight left it
“P-Please… what do you want?! My dad’ll pay you i swear! J-Just let me go!”
Matthew hurried out. Oh god… Papa and Alfred wouldn’t even realize he was
missing. They’d think he was just off on another bender. His dealer was more
likely to notice before his family.
It wasn’t exactly an unfair assumption, since his fourteenth birthday, Matthew
had been reported missing five times, only to return home a few days later
completely strung out. Now he was sixteen it was more or less expected. They
had tried rehab, but It never stuck, Probably because Matthew had no desire to
come down from his high. They had given up on the idea of rehab completely when
he had ODed six months ago right after his second attempt in the youth center.
Tears stung his eyes remembering the anger he received for it. Papa had been
torn apart, but Alfred had been pissed. The nurses called security and had him
escorted from the hospital because he was screaming so loud. What had Alfred
yelled? ‘I’m done trying to save you, your just gonna get your self fucking
killed’ Well… you might have been right about that Al...
“Yeah your Daddy’s gonna pay kid. Your new daddy that is.” The females voice
was farther away now. “Hey, B’s not gonna care the kid is oxy addict is he?”
“Nawh, long as he hasn’t made it to the needle, he said he didn’t care. You
haven’t been stupid enough to shoot up yet, right kid?”
No… he hadn’t, he had a steady supply of pills so far. But he could lie! maybe
they’d let him go! 'Or maybe they’ll just kill you.' whispered a voice in the
back of his head. tears welled in his eyes now, soaking into the blindfold as
they escaped. “No!” he sobbed.
“There ya have it belle, no dirty needles to worry about.”
Matthew took in his surroundings as best he could between listening carefully
hoping for clues on what was going to happen to him. An experimental shift of
his legs told him they were loosely bound to the bed. Oh, he was laying on a
bed! A warmth told him he was covered by a blanket, but it was troubling that
he could feel the fabric almost everywhere. He was only wearing boxers! A flush
came to his face, they had stripped him? Yeah because that’s what he should be
concerned about right now… Interrupting his thought process his senses picked
up the click of a lighter then the familiar smell of pot as the smoke drifted
towards him a few moments later.
“God Lars… do you gotta do that shit now? What if B throws a fit? “
“What a fit over some pot, but not what we slipped him?” the voice laughed then
murmured closer to him “Kid could probably use a hit anyway.” Matthew let out a
gasp and jolted as he felt lips against his, smoke being forced into his mouth,
and subsequently into his lungs. A tongue slipped in briefly tracing the inside
of his lip before pulling back. Matthew shuddered, his lungs holding the smoke
in shock before he coughed and spluttered. “Mmmm tastes good... I wonder how he
manages that when he’s strung out…” a hand trailed over his cheek and Matthew
tried to turn away, the fingers grew harsher as they grabbed his chin holding
his face steady “Think B would care if his little doll took one more roll
before he got him?”
“ I don’t know, but if you're gonna be a fucking perv go find your girl and
take it out on her. Not the merchandise.”
Matthew heard the man sigh and flinched as a hand carded through his hair
catching a few knots “Too bad. Least the paycheck will make it worthwhile. When
it he suppose to be here?”
“This evening around seven” came the bored reply. The hands left him.
The man he had the brainpower to gather was named Lars, sounded angry as
Matthew heard him crossing the room, “How did he manage that one? We don’t hold
them for more than four hours belle”
“By offering to triple the finders fee.” Lars grunted and muttered in irritated
acceptance.
“Well… if he's gonna be here for that long…” the footsteps came closer again
and Matthew tensed. “Than I’m gonna have a little fun” Matthew felt cold air
hitting his chest as the blanket was moved slightly.
“B’s gonna murder you” came belles sing song reply
“I’ll use a condom, he’ll never even know. Besides, we don’t know if he’s been
fucked before, should get something before that monster cock rips him to
shreds. Might make it easier” Matthew stiffened at the words. What? Monster
what doing what?! There was another click of the lighter and a pair of open
lips pressed against his against exhaling the smoke into Matthews mouth. He
tried to pull away again only to find himself pushed into the bed as far as
possible, a hand going to hold his nose, forcing him to inhale. Lars pulled
away and Matthew felt a weight on top of him. “There’s a boy.” he said quietly
“Might wanna take off belle, unless you wanna watch”
“God you’re disgusting… just wrap that fucking thing, I’m not getting murdered
because your a horn dog.”
Matthew tried his best to block out what was happening. horrified as the hands
moved down and wrapped around him, working to force his body into reaction.
Shame took a hold as Lars had merely chuckled. It was more embarrassment and
fear than pain that cause him to sob as finger probed. He had been fucked
before, but rape was a little fucking different!
He begged but it fell on deaf ears Lars didn’t seem to care when he screamed
out at the member that roughly shoved it’s way inside, merely shoving a hand
over Matthew's mouth. Matthew was shaking, but he made himself go limp. Tears
spilling out of his eyes as he let it happen… he could have tried to fight, but
his head spun with a drugged haze of whatever still ran through him and the pot
that was now mingling in. Matthew was there enough to know tensing was only
going to make it worse. He tried to let his mind go, focus on anything other
than the jostling and grunts from the body above him.
In an attempt to block it out he wondered Idly, as his face screwed up in pain,
what his brother was doing.
Chapter End Notes
     Special k / k = ketamine. Can be used as a date rape drug. injectable
     or easily slipped in a drink.
     Oxy = oxycodone . a drug in the opid family. Highly addictive.
     'Made it to the Needle' reference : oxycodone is sometimes called a
     gateway to heroin use. Heroin being easier to get a hold of and
     producing a similar high.
     I apologize if Belgium is ooc... I've never written her before. but
     she'll only be around until chapter three.
***** scrambled eggs *****
Chapter Notes
     I said once a week... and I really was going to wait until
     Saturday... but I've been having such a dry spell with my other
     stories today (if any of you read them, I'm trying! I have like four
     different documents open writing a paragraph here and there), I felt
     the need to post a bit early. Enjoy Alfred's POV
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Alfred wanted nothing more than to wrap his hands around Matthew's throat at
the moment. He swore he would be at school today. “Just going out with
friends,” he said, “I’ll only be a few hours!” he swore. Yeah fucking right.
How long was this night out gonna last? A day? A week?
He gave up on waiting as the bell rang, slamming his locker shut and stalking
off to biology. He shouldn’t even give a shit anymore, Matthew obviously didn’t
care about anyone else when he was off trying to kill himself. Alfred, however,
knew he wasn’t going to be able to stop caring. He knew deep down, even if it
destroyed him, he would keep trying to save his brother. “A hero never gives
up” he grumbled under his breath as he opened the door to class taking his seat
next to his white-haired lab partner.
He had only been settled in his seat for a moment when The teacher said almost
giddily, “Good news class! We’re doing dissection today!”
“What are we dissecting?” his partner, Gilbert, shouted.
“Sheep eyes!” said the teacher bringing out a large white bucket, and reaching
a gloved hand in to retrieve one of the slimy looking orbs. huge smile
plastered on his face.
Ugh, gross thought Alfred. He could feel his stomach flipping. Was there
anything more disgusting than an eye out of its socket? He couldn’t think of a
single thing.
The scalpels and gloves were passed out, along with worksheets and
instructions. They were going to need to cut away the fat before they could
move on to actually opening it up.
Alfred poked at it with a gloved finger. “Dude… I’m never eating scrambled eggs
again…”
Gilbert snickered “Little squeamish? Don’t worry, the awesome me has it cover!”
came the harshly accented voice as Gil started to saw away bits of fat. Alfred
took notes and watched in distaste.
To his credit, he managed to stay in his seat until it was time to open the
damn thing up. At that point, Alfred tore off to the front of the room. His
knees hit the floor painfully and hands flew to either side of the garbage can
as his breakfast reappeared.
He heard the disgusted sounds from the students around him as he retched. How
much could he have in his stomach? Wave after wave rocked him, and he felt his
cheeks burn with embarrassment. The quarterback yacking over an eyeball… Damn
he was gonna catch hell for this… He felt a hand at his back as his stomach
stopped contracting. Staying put for a minute, just in case, he worked to catch
his breath.
“Alfred… maybe you should go to the nurses for the rest of class…” muttered the
teacher, trying his best to hide the slightly disgusted tone. Alfred looked up
and nodded. Oh sure, vomit is disgusting… but not cutting open a fucking sheeps
eye!
Shakily he stood back on his feet, he accepted the tissue that was held out to
him, wiping his mouth and turning to grab his things. He was eternally grateful
to find Gil with his backpack and coat in ungloved hands behind him. “I’ll uh…
give you the notes later okay?”
“Yeah… thanks” he left the room, quiet laughter and murmurs behind him.
Alfred made his way down to the nurse. His stomach was fine now, as long as he
didn’t think about it that was. There were a lot of things Alfred.F Bonnefoy
could stomach. Rotten food, dirty diapers, cleaning up his brother when he came
home from a bender covered in puke and god knows what else… But dissection just
wasn’t one of those things. That had always been Matthew’s strong suit.
That’s what had pissed Alfred off so much. Two classes they did share were Bio
and Math. Both it seemed Matthew could still keep up in despite being out of it
75% of the time. During Bio, Matthew was usually shoved into a group of three
with him and Gilbert, not around often enough for the teacher to subject
another student to being his partner. This meant if they were cutting anything
open, Matthew and Gil took over letting Alfred stare at the notes, writing down
whatever they told him while not having to look himself.
Whenever Matthew showed up at home, Alfred was going to kick his ass!
-
“Papa! I’m home.” Alfred called as he walked in the front door. No reply,
Alfred cringed hoping the man just hadn’t heard him. He kicked off his shoes
and dropped his bag before he padded across the front hall and into the kitchen
where he heard pots and pans clanging. “Yo dad, I’m home”
Francis jumped and spun. “Ah! Alfred, Did you have a good day at school cher?”
there was a smile on his face and he was holding a sud covered plate in his
hands, soggy remains of breakfast clinging to it and causing Alfred to gulp and
look pointedly away. He was relieved for the lack of tears and bad news, but
greatly put off by the soapy bits of omelette on the plate.
“Yeah it was okay. Uh, looks like it’s just us for dinner though…” he said
carefully dragging a seat out at the table and sitting down, his blue eyes
scanned over his father, watching him tense slightly at the words.
“Oh… Alright then” Francis put on a cheery smile, but Alfred knew it was
bullshit. They both knew the code already. Just them for dinner roughly
translated to, ‘Mattie’s on another bender and we don’t fucking know when he’s
gonna be home this time’ and that cheery smiled really meant Papa was going to
be up all night by the window and the phone waiting.. “Did you want anything
specific for dinner?”
“Just nothing with eggs please” Alfred sighed, dropping his head to the table.
“How was school?” Francis offered as he finished up his task.
“Could have been better” Alfred answered. That was code for, I miss my brother.
-
Alfred sat in the living room, some Sci-Fi movie playing that neither of them
were paying attention too. Both were far too busy glancing out the window every
few minutes. It didn’t seem to matter how many times Matthew took off, they
always spent it on edge. Alfred couldn’t stand it. Not the being on edge
himself, but Watching his father look out the window so very torn up. Neither
one wanting to voice the fear that this might be the time he didn’t come home.
Alfred rose from his seat “I think I’m gonna get some sleep.” he walked towards
Francis leaning down to press a kiss to his tensely smiling father’s forehead
“Good night Papa.” please don’t stay up all night again… He thought to himself
“Goodnight cher,” said Papa with a small smile, his hand reached out catching
Alfred's and squeezing it in silent thanks. Alfred gave a return smile and
turned from the room.
Alfred skipped every other step on his way to his bedroom. He wasn’t really
going to sleep, he wouldn’t sleep until his body forced it. What he was doing,
however, was something Francis couldn’t stomach.
Alfred reached his bedroom and went to the closet, he opened the door and
reached up, fingers closing around the black police scanner. He turned it on
and walked to his bed listening to the static and rough reports going back and
forth.
He was listening for anything regarding teenage boys around Matthews age,
drugs, shooting, etc. If anything sounded troubling he would hop on his bike
and go until he was sure it wasn’t Matthew, and if he stumbled upon him, he
would drag his ass home on the bus, stoned or not. He looked at the red numbers
on his alarm clock. Eight fifty-six pm. This was going to be a long fucking
night.
He sighed as he sat back and closed his eyes. How had this even happened?
Alfred and Matthew had always been close… They were twins for god's sake! until
the drugs came into play, they had been inseparable. For the life of him he
couldn’t figure out where it all went to hell...
Chapter End Notes
     I did the eye dissection in high school... it was awful. I seriously
     did not eat eggs for a year. I wish i was kidding, but I just
     couldn't handle it. heart dissection was much easier. though I'm
     proud to say, neither made me puke!
***** Traveling *****
Chapter Notes
     It won't go back and forth the whole time. POV's are going to jump
     around a bit in later chapters. some Francis, some Ivan, etc. this
     one is all Matthew however. It's going to get darker in the next
     chapter (which will be another Matthew POV, maybe some Ivan..)
     Comment and let me know what you think if you have the time :) It
     would be nice to get some feed back!
“Let me fucking go you maniacs!” Matthew yanked against his restraints again.
his mind was clearing more, strength returning to some extent. he hurt like a
mother fucker, but that wasn’t about to stop him.
“Kid, calm down before you damage yourself, you're not going-”
“Fuck you!”
“Already did~” a lazy reply
“You’re a fucking cunt! I swear to god I’m gonna rip your head off and shove it
right up your-Ouch what the shit!” Matthew felt something sting him. “What the
fuck was that!”
“There, I give him five minutes and he’ll quiet down.” Bella stated, she
sounded exhausted.
“Thank god... B is gonna have fun training that mouth off him, fuck...”
 
What the hell had they just given him! What the hell was going on! He kept
screaming obscenities, threats, demanding answers he didn’t get, tried to break
his bindings, but a short while later he felt a warmth wash over him. He
slowed, getting progressively groggy and within five minutes after the warm
tingling… He was quiet, lost on a wave of something he couldn’t name...
 
-
“Where the fuck is he?” Matthew could hear Lars pacing back and forth.
“Will you just relax? We get to charge a late fee if he does show, and if he
doesn’t, you get the keep the kid. Win win for you”
“ Yeah but I don’t like fucking keeping him here this long. It’s like begging
to be caught.”
“He’s a street kid remember? No one is missing him.”
“Yeah cause a street kid has clothing like that. They also routinely claim that
daddy will pay for their release.”
“So he’s some spoiled little rich kid whose parents probably don’t give a shit
about their disappointment. Relax. He’ll be here”
“He better fucking be or I’m gonna-” Lars stopped talking and Matthew tensed.
What had stopped him?
“Go ahead, what are you going to do to me comrade?” A new voice…the thick
accent echoed in Matthews ears. Silence followed and there was a chuckle. “Da,
is what I thought. Where is he?”
“Over here. We think you’ll like him, pretty little thing, just like you
wanted. Hooked on oxy, but no tracks, no needles just pills.” Belle said, three
sets of foot steps nearing the bed. Matthew felt panic take him, he wanted to
see, to run, to get away! His chest was heaving and he was sweating. The steps
stopped beside him and the blanket was pulled back to reveal his boxer clad
form (Lars had been.. kind enough to re clothe him after his second go).
A hum met his ears and he jumped as a hand touched his chest, fingers
delicately tracing lines, inspecting. a hand reach for the blindfold, removing
it. Matthew closed his eyes to the sudden light, everything was a bright blur
without his glasses. He cracked open his eyes and saw three fuzzy figured over
him. Varying shades of blonde, two of them almost the same height, but the man
who was currently stroking his face seemed much larger set. He honestly
couldn’t tell from this if it was fat or not… “ Pretty eyes…” the man murmured,
then louder, “Yes, he will do…” Matthews breath caught. Do for what? “How long
has he been off?”
“Since last night. He has some pills in his bag and we gave him a some more K a
couple hours back, kid started screaming and shit. He just woke back up an hour
ago. ”
“Give him pills, I do not need him vomiting in the van”
A final run through his hair and the fingers pulled back, The group all moving
away from him. They were discussing something, but all Matthew could focus on
currently was another fucking hit. God yes please, anything to escape this hell
for a while! Please! Anything to stop the withdrawal. He had already been
through that twice. Nothing was worse then the thought of going through it
again while he was stuck with these sick freaks.
Possibly due to his cravings, stressful situation and basic feeling of
hopelessness currently, he quietly prayed they would kill him before it set in.
A slightly clearer figure appeared in front of him holding a small blue pill.
It was like heaven in her fingers. He opened his mouth willingly “Bite me and
I’ll punch you in the face I swear…” she muttered hesitating
“Let me” came the strong Russian voice from behind her “What is his name?”
“According to the student Id, Matthew Bonnefoy” Lars supplied
the larger figure got close, Belle standing and the blurs traded place. The
Ashen haired giant came into slightly clearer view. Matthew swallowed dryly. he
blinked, able to make out the edges of his face, the colour of his eyes… purple
like his, but closer to a pink then Matthews. “Open up Matvey” came a
shockingly gentle request. He complied, without hesitation. Two of his pills
were placed in his mouth, he wasn’t stupid enough to bite, what good would it
do? Were the restraints suddenly going to pop open and his captors all fall
unconscious? No, more likely he would get the shit beat out of him and wouldn’t
get the god damned pills. A straw followed the wonderful circles and he drank
back the water quickly “Very good” Matthew ducked at the hand that patted his
head. Now he just had to wait for it to kick in so maybe he could forget a bit.
He lulled his head back so he was staring at the blurred ceiling. A tear formed
in the corner of his eye. He wanted to go home…
-
The pills hit and Matthew relaxed. He could still hear the muffled whispering
of an ending conversation between his captors. He chose to ignore it in favour
of drifting into euphoria. Matthew wasn’t sure he wanted to know what happened
next. If he could just focus on the warm happiness enveloping him… he would be
fine.
He didn’t acknowledge much of existence until the blindfold was reattached and
his bindings were undone. Though not fully, his calves were bound together
first, and soon his wrists joined them. The coils of rope were strangely soft
but tight, they effectively stopped any ideas he had of running. Not that he
had many at the moment… It just wasn’t possible. Drugged, half blind and
outnumbered...
Matthew was unprepared for the arms that lifted him. “What the-” Instinctively
he squirmed but was held fast against a hard chest.
“If you struggle, you will fall and hurt yourself. That would not make me happy
Matvey” came the voice, gently coloured with disapproval.
“My name is Matthew” he slurred stilling himself. The coat beneath him smelled
like alcohol and cigarettes and it felt warm and soft. He leaned against it too
lost in his own wave at the collection of god knows what swimming in his
bloodstream. “If I die.. dump me near spruce drive. Alfie won’t haveta ride so
far” he slurred before closing his eyes.
-
When Matthew opened his eyes again he found himself once again on a mattress.
This time however, there was no blindfold. His hands and feet were still bound,
but only to himself. He sat up and groaned.. God why was the world moving? Then
the van they were in hit a bump and he landed with a thud and an “ouf” on the
mattress.
A voice came from the front seat, it was the same from the place he had just
left,“I see you are awake again little one. Did you sleep well?”
“Who are you” he groaned, head pounding again.
“We will get to your questions later. First I must ask, are you going to make
this easy, or hard?” The man questioned cheerfully.
“Why should I answer you if you won’t answer mine!” He spat in a near whisper
thanks to the looming headache.
“Hard then! That is fine, will be fun to watch you break, Matvey” the creepy
happiness didn’t ease a bit.
“I wanna go home!” he whined to the universe
, “We are going home Matvey. Your new home” came a cheery answer and with that
a partition shut with a snap and he was alone. Rehab was starting to look real
good at this point.
***** Manners *****
Chapter Notes
     someone went to the trouble of tracking down my FF account to let me
     know how much they're enjoying this story, so I decided to update it
     tonight because it made me a happy writer ^.^ (plus I'm well ahead of
     the game atm)
     We're getting a little more twisted now ;p It's only going to get
     worse from here lovelies!
Matthew wasn’t sure wether to be happy when the van finally stopped, or
terrified. On the one hand, it meant he was going to stop getting farther from
home. On the other it meant there would be less of a barrier between him and
the purple eyed monster who currently had him.
The back door to the van opened and Matthew pushed himself back into the corner
as far as he could. The long drive had given him time to gather some level of
clarity, get some sort of grip on reality. “Don’t you fucking touch me!” he
yelled as he tried to press himself into the corner, any movement was hard with
his legs bound the way they were, but he had to try.
The blur appeared in front of him, a tutting sound of disapproval filling the
van as it moved slightly under the Russians weight, “That is not polite
Matvey.” he moved fast in the enclosed space, soon Matthew was ducked down in
the corner fear and hate in his unfocused eyes. The large man gripped his chin
and brought his face close enough that Matthew could see the smile clearly. “ I
will forgive it this time, but I do not suggest you test me further” there was
a happy, terrifying tone to his voice.
Matthew watched a gloved hand move to his captors pockets and he drew something
forth. Matthew recognized the black frames as they were gently placed on his
face he squeezed his eyes tight as they slipped over his ears and into place.
The world was clear when he reopened his eyes. Matthew gave him a reproachful
look. "Is better da?” a thumb ran across his cheek brushing away a tear he
hadn’t realized was there.
Every fiber in Matthew’s body was screaming to run, not that he could. More
tears pricked the corner of his eyes “P-Please… just let me go!” he pleaded. “I
won't say anything to anyone… I just want to go home!”
“But Matvey… why would you be so cruel to your family?” Purred the man, Matthew
flinched as hand brushed hair off his face, running through the locks.
“What are you talking about? Let me go home! Please!”
The hand tangled and gripped yanking Matthews head back and he let out a yelp
of pain bending with the hand “Why would anyone want such a dirty little boy
back? Someone who only hurts them with his selfishness. Do you know Matvey… I
bet they are relieved when you do not come home...”
“No!” he shouted. His family loved him. Matthew knew that.
“Yes Matvey. Why would they feel any other way? You are nothing anymore. You
have made yourself nothing, a worthless and pathetic stain on the earth. The
sooner you learn that…” the face moved impossibly closer, Matthew could feel
hot heavy breath against his mouth as he shook from fear “The easier it will be
for you”
With that he was scooped up, his world shifting he was tossed over the other
man's shoulder. He struggled uselessly against the hands that held him as the
man hopped down out of the van. He turned his head to speak over his shoulder
“If you keep that up Matvey you will fall…” warned the man in a sing-song tone.
Matthew didn’t let up, he thrashed, beyond the sense of it and was rewarded by
being let go.
He let out a gasp of pain as he fell shoulder first against the concrete below.
His eyes opened wide with shock. It hurt more than it should, He must have been
coming right down, how long was he in that god damned van!? He looked up
sobbing at the pain, the large Russian looked down on him with an eyebrow
raised and a smile. “Did that not go as planned little one?”
“Fuck you!” he bit clenching his jaw.
A dark look overtook the mauve eyes above him, the smile dropping for the first
time. In a flash Matthew was pinned to the pavement, half screaming as his arm
was roughly moved and pushed “I warned you about manners, Matvey… “ Matthew
suddenly wished he didn’t have his glasses anymore. The sight of a blade being
pulled from the same pocket his glasses had been produced from was probably
more terrifying than not knowing what was coming.
His captor brought the blade to Matthew’s cheek, tracing delicately. He didn’t
break the skin, but that didn’t stop Matthew from shaking even harder than he
was. “I do not wish to leave marks on such a pretty face…” he mused. “But if
you do not learn to stop that filthy language…” the blade flicked as it neared
his eye, and Matthew flinched. He couldn’t feel the cut past the pain in his
shoulder, but it wasn’t long until he felt the warm wetness of blood roll down
into his hair. “I will make exception.”
“Ivan?” came a voice from behind Matthew’s head cutting the moment in an
instant. “There is a call” the voice was nervous, Matthew took a shuddering
breath as the knife was lifted from his face.
An easy smile lit the man's face as he looked up. “I will be in soon sister.
Tell them I will call back da?” his voice was soft and cheerful. It turned
Matthews' stomach. he was sobbing openly on the floor. Pain and terror over
riding any residual high, while people were chatting like nothing were
happening.
The door shut and the eyes returned to him “Are you going to struggle this
time?” he asked raising an eyebrow. Matthew tilted his head back and closed his
eyes wishing to just be anywhere else. He rocked his head back and forth on the
pavement indicated that no, he wouldn’t struggle.
The weight left his stomach where Ivan had been sitting, and moments later he
felt himself being picked back up. Matthew bit his lip trying to muffle the cry
from his arm being jostled, and he noted his hip was also throbbing. He let his
head lull away from the man carrying him, opening his eyes and watching the
carpet as they walked. If nothing else, he needed to keep an eye out for an
escape plan...
- Ivan POV-
Ivan moved through the halls with the boy in his arms. He noticed Matthews eyes
taking in his surroundings, that was fine. If he some how managed to get out of
the room, which was unlikely in itself, he wouldn’t make it very far. Security
measures were in place to ensure all of his treasures were kept in the house,
where he could keep them safe.
He neared the stairs and tightened his grip and the boy flinched under him.
Matthew would think twice about trying to wiggle away at least. Though he would
also have unsightly bruises… but he expected that much. Training someone was
not a gentle task.
They reached the door to what would be Matthew's room for now. He would stay
here until he learned how to behave. Ivan hummed and smiled, He was eager to
see how this one broke, each new doll was so different. Some took next to no
time, others took months. There were only a few who hadn’t survived it, Ivan
frowned at the thought. He had cried for each destroyed boy… Every time one
didn’t make it, it tore him apart.
Ivan was a nurturing soul deep down. He longed to care for people, but people
were unreliable. People left you. They left unless you forced them to stay.
He looked down on the blonde in his arms and had to resist the urge to snuggle
him in close and bury his face in those adorable curls. It was too early for
that. First Ivan needed to tear apart everything Matthew knew. Strip him bare
of his beliefs, Make him fall to pieces again and again. Then when he was no
longer anything, Ivan could put him back together. He would lovingly lay every
piece, turning him into something beautiful, something purely Ivan's. He looked
forward to giving the world to the sobbing boy once he was ready for it.
Holding back a sigh, Ivan placed him on the cot. He knelt down and offered a
smile, with hard eyes “ I was going to give you these...” He withdrew the
little bottle of pills, he noted it was almost empty. He would need to fix
that… Matthew would be needing them for the first part of this. “But I do not
think rude little boys deserve rewards do you?” he was given silence as Matthew
stared at the wall. “Is there anything you want to say?” More silence. That was
fine, he would wait.
Ivan stood and his voice was cheerful, “I will be back to see if you are ready
to apologize for your behaviour later.” With that he turned from the room,
pushing the heavy door shut behind him and sliding the steel bar across to lock
it. Ivan wouldn’t return for another twenty-four hours. By that point Matthew
would be feeling the withdrawal and Ivan would find out just how difficult he
was going to be.
***** Whisperings *****
Chapter Notes
     there's not going to be as many Family POV chapters, but there will
     be more coming! this one just felt like it needed to go next. The
     family chapter I had written for this one didn't quite fit the time
     line I wanted right.
“Are you ready to apologize, Matvey?”
Matthew heaved again, bile spilling forth from his mouth into the basin of the
toilet. His grip on the toilet seat tightening as his entire body ached and
shook violently. “I-I… I’m sorry!” He cried out before another round of dry
heaves took him. Right now he would say anything to just make it stop… Just
stop the heaving, the sweating… Make his nose stop running and his head stop
pounding. He would recite the star spangled backwards on a fucking horse if It
meant this stopping… Not that he could.
“And what are you sorry for?”
Matthew swallowed heavily sitting back and hanging his head between his
outstretched arms, taking deep breaths. His eyes focused on his unclothed body.
His boxers had been ruined hours ago when the flu like symptoms hit. He had
been sitting on the toilet when nausea had hit again, bile and water had
spilled onto them, and now they sat uselessly in the corner.
“Matvey…”
“I’m sorry for swearing!” he sobbed, embarrassment at his situation surging.
“And?” Ivan urged. It sounded as if he were speaking to a six year old..
“I’m sorry for struggling?” Matthew guessed. What the hell else was he suppose
to apologize for?
Steps came closer and there was a click in the large man's knees as he knelt
down beside Matthew, a hand went roughly to his hair, pulling his head up and
back. Ivan was smiling “Are you also sorry, Matvey, for being such a pathetic
little worm? For needing these” he withdrew the bottle Matthew had been
dreaming about and shook it “ Just to function?”
“Y-yes” If it got him a hit, then yes, he was very sorry… He closed his eyes
tight as Ivan got closer, hot breath on his ear
“You know you are just an evil little boy don’t you, Matvey” he cooed softly
“You know just how worthless you are, da? Hurting your family, forcing them to
watch you kill yourself. Throwing money at pills like a spoiled little brat… Of
course… God knows what else you’ve done for those pills hmm? When you're a
little short of cash? Is little Matvey a whore too?” then his voice growled
slightly losing a bit of the honey sweet “You should be grateful that i waste
my time on such a pathetic weak little cunt” Matthew whimpered as the fingers
tightened in his hair “I want to hear you thank me, Matvey”
Tears rolled down Matthews cheeks. His eyes opened weakly staring at the wall
over Ivan's shoulder, “Th-ank you” He choked out, the words feeling like acid
on his tongue. Ivan pulled back smiling, it held a darkness that would have
made Matthew shudder if it hadn’t been for the fact that he was already shaking
violently.
The hand let go of his hair and he slumped down to lay on the floor, curling in
on himself. Two blue pills hit the floor in front of his face and his eyes
snapped open. His hand darted out to grab them. Ivan made a sound of revulsion
as Matthew shoved them in his mouth and swallowed them down dry. “Disgusting”
spat the Russian.
Matthew stared blankly ahead trying to ignore it and curling in on himself.
Tears were flooding down his face as he watched polished shoes turn, leaving
the room. A dull thunk filled the room and Matthew knew he was alone again,
only the promise of the drugs kicking in to sooth him.
------
Ivan walked down the halls leading away from Matthew’s cell. He wasn’t even
going to grace that place by calling it a room anymore. The stench of vomit and
other bodily fluids filled the place. He hated having to leave his little
Matvey in there, but it was necessary. What he was about to do was just as much
so.
Ivan reached his office, passing his sister at the desk in front of the large
mahogany doors. “Hold my calls.. I’m going to be busy for the next hour” he
said cheerfully as he strolled in, shutting them with a dry click.
On Ivan's desk was a laptop, it was already open and set. A few key commands
and he could start the next level… However… Ivan dragged to pointer to the
window of video feed, Enlarging it. His eyes took in the shaking mess that
hadn’t moved from his spot on the ground. He would need to wait until the pills
took effect.
Oxycodone really was a perfect drug for this in some ways… The withdrawal could
be excruciating, the side effects after a few days off of it would prove
entertaining. It also had given him a quick way to teach Matthew how to act to
make Ivan happy.
At the same time… Ivan needed a way to make Matthew crave him more than he did
the drugs. He had no desire to have any of his little ones hooked on a
substance for longer than necessary… He needed to infuse every high with a
level of shame and terror. A slow break down that would seep into his
subconscious and make him hate the way he wanted them.
He clicked away from the feed for a moment, switching over to a different
camera. It was going to take at least twenty minutes before those drugs took
effect. He smiled happily at the new picture on his screen. Three beautiful
little dolls, all playing peacefully in a pink room filled to the brim with
toys. He could not wait until that number expanded. Ivan pushed another button
and in a separate part of the large house, a speaker crackled to life
“Hello my little ones, I hope you are being good” The heads in the room snapped
up away from their toys looking towards the camera “Daddy misses you all
terribly” he said sadly, their frowns echoing his tone “But soon you’ll have a
new little sister to play with, won’t that be nice?” he had the sound turned
off, but he could see their lips forming the words “Yes daddy” Ivan smiled
warmly. The boys in the room were so very pretty. Lace and bows covering them,
hair styled to hang softly in their faces. Once he had finished what he needed
to do, he would have to go visit them. He smiled at the thought of a warm
welcome. He vocalized a promise to be there within the hour as he bid them
goodbye, switching back over to Matthew once more. He sat back, crossing a leg
over the other lazily and watched, waiting.
The shaking slowed, tears stopping from flowing as a glaze over took the naked
teens eyes. He never moved from his spot on the floor, curled up in a ball. If
it hadn’t been for the obvious discomfort, or the replacing drug haze, Ivan
would have found it adorable.
Eventually It was clear Matthew was gone. His head lolled side to side, body
too weak from lack of food and all that it had gone through to move much more
than that. He would need to get some food into him later. The strain of
everything would be enough without the need to starve him.
When Matthews lips parted in a barely smile, Ivan decided it was time. He typed
in a few codes and the room fell into total blackness. There were no windows in
the cell, so without the light… Matthew would be able to see nothing. Not a
single forgiving thing. Another click and the camera was switched to night
vision, the greenish tinted figure stirred at the sudden darkness. Ivan wasn’t
finished, another code and a hidden speaker came noiselessly to life in the
cell sounds building from silence into a whisper. Ivan smiled watching as over
the course of a half an hour the body started to shift uncomfortably at the
sounds… It was perfect.
------
Matthew was in a daze, a happy numbness washing over him. He could escape… He
could forget he was even here. Just in one of his friends houses, riding a high
on his living room floor, enjoying the way it held him away from reality for a
while. No need for memories or guilt. Nothing making him think about the
future, just the joyful nothingness of right then.
A tiny smile crept across his face, but it didn’t last long. He was suddenly
plunged into darkness, his eyes shot open, searching for some light, anything…
But there was nothing. He couldn’t even see his own hand. His brain was
fighting, the drug haze being squashed out by a sense of panic.
No.. no just… Close your eyes… Just block it out. It’ll be over soon. Just
focus on the feelings. He eased his eyes closed, pulling off his glasses and
tossing them a little ways away. His mind crawled back into the drug, trying to
block out the real world altogether. He slipped away...
Matthew was focusing so hard on blocking it out he didn’t even fully register
the soft sounds. It took him hours before he realized, and by then, a heavy
feeling had unknowingly settled in his chest. A frown on his face as the words
repeated over and over in a harsh hissing whisper
“ You are worthless. Filthy little boy. Disgusting little whore. Dirty dirty
dirty. You don’t deserve to be breathing you are nothing”
Each word hit him unexpectedly hard, hands went to his ears and he realized his
cheeks were wet. When had he started crying? Even with his ears covered, the
words played over and over in his head. A sob wracked through his chest. No..
no he was good.. he… The images of Alfred pissed off with a tear stained face,
Papa looking heart broken as he sobbed entered unbidden. No! No… he… he wasn’t
bad. They just overreact. A memory of waking up two towns over in a puddle of
vomit he wasn’t even sure was his came next, followed by the thought of the
scared eyes of the women he watched his friends mug a few months back because
they ran out… No no no! Stop! He wasn’t suppose to remember this! No! More
memories, dropping to his knees in front of Carlos without a thought because he
was fifteen dollars short for a fix. Getting into the car with a man he’d never
met all for the promise of pills… He felt himself falling into a darkness… No
light… Just like the room around him. Just a cold darkness devoid of light.
-
The words spun in his head, over and over. Even when the recording had slowly
faded back out to silence, he could still hear them. Matthew was mostly down
now, unsure of how long the high had lasted, only remembering the suffocating
self hatred that he had battled against. The memories he had fought off, the
desperate struggle to cling to a euphoria that he couldn’t seem to get to.
There was a sliding sound, but he didn’t even shift. He couldn’t tell where it
came from. He didn’t even know where the door was anymore. Had he moved? Had he
even been facing it.
Suddenly there was light, it hit his face and he closed his eyes to it. No! It
was so bright.. Too bright… It closed again, but there wasn’t complete
darkness, he cracked his eyes open. A soft glow radiated from Ivan's hand as he
stood near the door.
“Hello matvey”
“P-Please… please st-stop” he whined curling in more and closing his eyes. He
could feel himself breaking apart. His entire mind reeling and twisting.
“That’s not a very friendly welcoming…” his voice was soft, cooing and
soothing. He hated the way his ears reacted to the kind tones… as if it were
water in the desert. “Why don’t we try a little nicer?”
Matthew took a shaking breath. “H-hello Ivan…”
“No… no that won’t do either little Matvey” He chuckled, placing the tray on
the table and moving to kneel beside Matthew once more, a hand pushed the hair
off his face gently. Matthew opened his eyes a crack, looking at the blurry,
shadowed figure above him “You are not above me. You are not even equal to me.
You are below me. Using my name so casually would be disrespectful da?”
“S-sir?”
“Da, it will do for now."
***** Twinned. *****
Chapter Notes
     Kind of short chapter, I ran a bit behind o.o so I'm finishing the
     next off and starting on the one after it this week. hoping to catch
     back up to my being two chapters ahead of what I post again.
     Enjoy a family side chapter!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Alfred opened his eyes and groaned at the alarm blaring obnoxiously from his
dresser on the other side of his room. Reaching out he grabbed a spare pillow
hiding under it while contemplating tossing something at the stupid clock. He
had started putting the clock on the other side of the room in the past year,
if it was too close he abused the sleep button. As if mocking him, his phone
chose that moment to set off its own alarm… he had a habit of throwing things
and breaking alarm clocks rather than waking up.
“Alright alright… jeez…” Alfred sat and stretched, popping noises emitting from
his joints as he rose and walked to the two annoyingly loud pieces of tech. He
silenced them and looked at the mirror above his dresser. Large dark bags had
settled under his eyes, his hair stood up on end and he was still wearing the
crinkled shirt and jeans from yesterday. Matthew had been gone three days now,
and god the lack of sleep was starting to show. “TGIF” he murmured as he opened
his drawers pulling out clean clothing.
A quick shower woke him up about halfway, coffee was still required to make him
into a functioning human being. He dragged on his shirt as he walked out of the
bathroom and down the stairs. In the kitchen sat his Papa, a croissant on a
plate with a coffee in his hand. Alfred would never understand how he could eat
just that for breakfast… But Francis could never understand where Alfred's
desire for huge meat filled breakfasts came from either. Neither could have
figured Matthews need to eat everything drenched in maple syrup… The three had
reached an impasse as papa would say, there was no point in arguing it.
Alfred rolled his eyes as Papa sighed watching Alfred toss sausages and bacon
into a pan, making waffles in the toaster at the same time. As he shifted the
pieces of meat around he frowned. Something just didn’t feel right… He had this
nagging in the back of his brain for the past few days and it was starting to
worry him. The last time Alfred had a feeling like this, they had gotten a call
saying Matthew had ODed and was at the hospital. Their Papa called it twin
telepathy or something. Naturally he always worried about Mattie when he was
missing… but the gnawing feeling was so unusual and it was just getting worse.
“Alfred? Wake up, sweet! your breakfast is burning!”
Alfred jostled back into reality “Aww man…” He scooped the crispy strips of
partly blackened bacon and sausages out onto a plate, waffles joining them
after being coated in jam. He took his slightly burned breakfast to the table
and sighed. It was going to be a long day, he could tell.
-
School was a nightmare. He fell asleep in english, caught hell in bio when
their dissection reports were handed back, and couldn’t focus past the annoying
feeling of worry in both Math and chem.
After school it was football practice. He walked towards the field slamming
back an energy drink. He needed the boost or he was going to die during the
drills, or at least be screamed at loudly.
-
“Bonnefoy! Wake up!” The coach shouted again.
He kept dazing off, the feeling of unease coupled with the energy drink and
lack of lunch was turning his stomach. He growled at himself “Sorry coach!” he
shouted shaking his head and jogging back into position.
The next play they ran ended painfully for Alfred. He was running back to toss
the football forward when a flash of blonde hair appeared in the corner of his
eye, he turned his head hopefully and was unprepared for the large body that
slammed him to the ground.
He lifted his head and turned it towards the blonde again, cringing in pain.
Wasn’t even his brother… it was a fucking girl for god's sake.. He needed to do
something to stop these freakin distractions.
“Go shower, Bonnefoy. You’re done for the day!” shouted the coach as he was
helped to his feet by the large teen who had knocked him over. Alfred clenched
his jaw as he jogged off the field. He wasn't going to argue. He was pretty
well useless right now.
After he showered and changed he shouldered his backpack and walked from the
change room.
His phone buzzed in his pocket and he glanced at it. Just a text from Gil about
the homework. He shot a quick answer and put it away. A thought made him pause.
His tongue went between his teeth in frustration. He didn't want to... but he
needed to know Matthew was alive. He pulled the phone back out and pressed the
name, holding the phone to his ear.
About a month ago Alfred had taken an opportunity to get ahold of his brothers
phone. He had made quick work of transferring his dealer, Carlos, number over.
Keeping a hold of it just in case. Well today was just in case.
“Hello?”
“Carlos?”
“Who’s askin?”
“I’m looking for Matthew, have you seen him?”
“dunno who your talkin' bout, bro” Alfred gritted his teeth
“Okay you can cut the shit or I can call the cops dude, your choice”
The voice on the other end of the line sighed as if he was bored. It only added
to Alfred's ire. “I haven’t seen him since Monday night.”
“And is that normal”
“Not with the amount he bought no.”
Alfred's heart jumped and he froze in the middle of the sidewalk.
“When should you have seen him?”
“probably Wednesday morning”
“Did he have any other dealers?”
“What the fuck do I look like? His babysitter?”
“...Please”
“Oh for fucks sake… not that I know of kay? He was a good kid, I gave him a
better price than anyone else was gonna.”
Alfred clicked the end call button and he squeezed his eyes close. Fuck fuck
fuck he chanted internally what the hell was he suppose to do now? He ran a
hand through his hair and growled. There was no point in questioning it, he
would have to tell Papa and call the cops obviously. Not many other options.
Damnit Mattie…
--
Francis was sitting at the kitchen table, his laptop in front of him as he
tried to focus on his work. He admittedly hadn’t been sleeping very well the
past few days, he never did when Matthew was gone. When he did pass out his
dreams would turn to nightmares, filled with images of his precious little boy
in some alley dead amongst the trash.
He dropped his head to his hands, grinding his palms into his eyes and trying
to make his vision clear. How could he have gone so wrong with one child while
the other seemed to be functioning just fine? Well.. as fine as he could be in
the situation.
His thoughts drifted to Alfred and he felt a twinge of guilt. The boy hadn’t
been sleeping either, that much was obvious. Ever since the twins were small it
had been the same. Alfred had been there to protect Matthew. Matthew had been
born much smaller than his brother, and he never really caught up fully to
other children his age, It made him a target in school. That sparked the hero
complex in the Larger twin. Francis had thought it was harmless at the time,
secretly thankful that the shy smaller boy had a defender, but now he saw how
it drained Alfred. Fighting a battle to save Matthew from himself…
He was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts but the front door opening. His eyes
glued on the kitchen entryway, which twin would be coming in… He gave a small
smile as Alfred rounded the corner hiding the twinge of disappointment that
sent guilt coursing through him. “Hey, papa” his voice was tired.
“Hello cher, how was your day?” he asked, resting his chin on his palm, trying
to look calm and casual. He didn’t really need to ask… he could already see it
had not been good, but he was struggling to keep some normalcy for his son.
“Fine” came the curt and simple answer as he sat at the table and closed his
eyes. Francis grew nervous at the tenseness in his son's body. Alfred was never
so quiet… there was no attempt even to hide the stress in his face as the teens
fingers buried into his messy blonde hair. “I called his dealer today.” Alfred
voice cracked and shook as he spoke, as if he were holding back. “He hasn’t
seen him since Monday. He said he should have been there by Wednesday” Alfred’s
eyes were trained on the table, and his jaw clenched.
Francis felt his heart drop. He took a second to let the words sink in… perhaps
he had found a different source? Maybe things would be okay. A tiny voice in
his head whispered the darkest possibilities and set him on edge. Without a
word he stood numbly from the table and walked towards the phone. Alfred didn’t
shift from his position, the only movement was his somehow steady breathing.
Francis’s fingers shook as he dialed the familiar number, His eyes locked on
the teenager at the table as if waiting for a break down. He could barely find
his voice as the person on the other end of the line greeted him. “Hello? Yes..
“ he swallowed, turning from the table. His fingers gripping the counter. “I
need to report a missing teenager.”
Chapter End Notes
     There have been many reported cases of twin telepathy. Weather it's
     real or not, people will believe it is. So weather Alfred is really
     feeling Matthew in trouble, or weather he's just anxious and
     convincing himself he feels exceptionally bad is something you can
     decide.
***** screaming *****
Chapter Notes
     The last chapter was short and lacked Matthew, so I decided to put up
     another chapter a bit early especially since it's kinda short too :
     / The next one is long, and I've been trying to make sure the set up
     is just right.
     thank you for the comments, kudos and bookmarks! I'm so glad people
     are enjoying my twisted fuckery ^.^
“Would you like the pills, Matvey?”
“Yes, sir”
“Even though they make you bad?”
“Please, sir… “ his voice croaked, “I...I need them”
“Very well”
The pills were once again tossed to the floor like trash, Matthew hesitating
only a breath before shoving them down his throat. He needed to chase the
feeling away… He needed to escape.
--
An hour later, Matthew curled in on himself further. Hands pressed over his
ears “Please stop! Please make it stop!” he screamed through the haze. He
wanted clarity he wanted his mind to work right so he could tell himself it
wasn’t real, the voices whispering were just a recording. It wasn’t true! None
of the venomous words were true! But he couldn’t seem to cling to a single
thought for very long.
Why?! Why was this happening! His own internal voice joined in the whisperings
‘It’s because I’m bad… I did bad things and it cause me to be here…’ A choked
sob left his chest, tears streaming. Alfred and Papa… Is this what they felt
like? Images spun through his mind again, broken images and voices. People
begging him to stop, crying over his form as he stared apathetically into
space, friends giving up on him because they couldn't watch him waste away,
others convincing him to come do just one more hit…
Matthew let out a scream of anger and horror at the top of his lungs, the sound
ripping through him and feeling as if it could slice the air… and it echoed. As
soon as the scream died in his throat, screaming answered it, winding and
twisting into the whispered and pushing past his hands and straight into his
soul.
Matthews eyes opened wide in the darkness, he started shaking, every nerve raw
with the horror of it…. Was it part of the recording, or had he truly broken
that much? His nails dug into the sides of his head and he didn’t even flinch
as he felt them biting into the skin. Who was screaming?!
“Please please please please” He chanted from between clenched teeth. “Please,
just make it stop!”
But it didn’t stop. The screaming continued. Burrowing into his skin, drowning
him in terror.
By the time it faded out his throat was raw and his eyes stung from tears.
Matthew realized some of the terrifying sounds had been coming from him.
-
When the first dim light came into the room, he looked towards it, no matter
how painful, as a savior. He unconsciously found himself reaching out for it,
and that's when he caught site of the red. He could see the dark half dried
blood covering his shaking fingers, knowing there was probably so much more
caked into his hair…
Matthew looked up at Ivan who was flashing him a warm smile. A sense of relief
at his presence washed over and Matthew fought to push that feeling back. This
was the man causing his problems! This was the one making him suffer! But he
couldn’t ignore how the shaking had slowed. He couldn't deny that feeling of
some semblance of happiness that bitterly fluttered as the monsters face.
“Hello, Matvey”
“Hello, Sir…” His tone came weakly and scratchy but with a hint of malice
Ivan apparently chose to ignore the attitude, his voice continuing to be calm
and gentle. “Let us look at what you have done to yourself da? sit up.” Matthew
did as he was told, sitting up and swaying slightly. He was so dizzy.
Ivan moved to bring the small round light closer, examining each side of
Matthews head around his ears. He hummed before standing and moving to grab the
tray that had been left on the rooms table. He grabbed a small white kit, and
the chair. He set the chair down behind Matthew, balancing the kit on his leg
“Turn this way”
Matthew didn’t fight or struggled as Ivan cleaned his wounds, he was still too
shaken and drugged to put up much of a fight if he had wanted to. Instead he
got lost in the feeling of human touch. Something reminding him he was real,
keeping him on the ground. He flinched and hissed at the sting of the alcohol
as he muttered his responses to questions numbly.
“What are you?”
“Nothing”
“Why are you nothing?”
“Because I am bad. I hurt people”
And so the questions continued. Quizzing Matthew on the nature of his
indiscretions. It was all going well until one question. “And why are you here,
Matvey?”
“I... I don't know...”
Suddenly his hair was grabbed and yanked back. The other hand roughly grabbing
his chin, forcing him to look up, “ You are here because you deserve to be”
Matthew's eyes were wide as he looked up at the large, terrifying man, his head
was still swimming. A smile twisted onto the lips simply adding to the cold
shock that ran through him “Isn’t that right, Matvey? You know you deserve
this.”
“y-yes sir…” he squeaked, tears spilling again.
Ivan tilted his head back, looking down his nose before Releasing Matthew. His
hands went back to work on the cuts as he spoke sternly, “You will continue to
stay here, in this room until I decide you have earned the right to come out.
Do you understand, Matvey?”
“Yes, sir”
----
Then wounds were cleaned, but no bandages were given, Matthew could hang
himself with those. The bleeding had stopped anyway, and to keep it clean Ivan
had applied a few coats of liquid band-aid. It would have to do for now.
The main rooms lights were at half intensity now, the room slowly brightening
as the small glowing light sat forgotten on the tray. Matthew was coming out of
his high and Ivan was keeping a close eye, it was the space between his
withdrawal and his high that he would be able to see progress.
Now Ivan sat in front of him with a bowl of porridge, it was cold, but it was
food and that’s all Matthew needed. Once he had learned to behave, Ivan would
bring him better things. Matthew glanced off to the side as he reluctantly
opened his mouth for another spoonful. He was a quick study, finding out if you
didn’t eat nicely, you didn’t eat.
He ate in silence Ivan noted how his eyes glazed, as if he was trying to escape
to some place in his mind for refuge. Due to his lack of proper attention, he
wound up twitching his head, getting the food on the side of his cheek. Ivan
reach forward to wipe it away with his thumb, his touches still gentle as
Matthew was behaving. However the instant he touched Matthews cheek the boy
seemed to wake up out of his daze in a shock. The delicate hand darted to grab
Ivan's wrist pulling it away from his face. “No don’t touch me!” he cried,
words shaking and eyes wide, a look of dread filled those violet eyes as his
actions seemed to occur to him.
Ivan let out a sigh, regardless of why the sudden outburst, or even the look of
regret as Matthew pulled his hand back… it wasn’t acceptable and he couldn't
let it slide.
The food was placed on the floor to the side, Ivan stood very calmly before
drawing his hand back and bringing the back of it across the boys face. There
was enough force in the blow to send not only Matthews glasses, but Matthew
himself flying. He crumpled to the bed, a hand cradling his face, breath
catching and eyes wide in shock as sobs broke through.
Ivan moved towards him, picking up the glasses and placing them on the bed next
to the stunned blonde. He leaned close to Matthew's face, no smile on his lips
as he regarded the boy seriously “You are mine, Matvey and I will touch you
whenever…” his hand went to Matthews hip and he purred “and however… I decide.”
He smirked, His hand briefly slipping down, grazing Matthews ass and eliciting
a whimper. “Do not worry… one day you will learn to like it.”
Ivan withdrew his hand and went back to sitting on his chair picking up the
bowl. The warm smile lit his face again, his voice gentle, as if nothing
happened, “Come sit back up and finish your food. We need to keep you strong,
da?” Matthew stared with unfocused eyes for a moment apparently processing what
happened, his hands shook as he took the glasses, putting them back on and
sitting up. “Very good Matvey, now open up”
Matthew winced with every bite, but he did not argue.
***** Coming clean *****
Chapter Notes
     Tiny time jump! because really it would be a bit repetitive .
     there is a bit of smut too. Just a warning.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Ivan smiled down at the boy on the screen as he fought to keep his eyes open,
he was doing just as predicted. It had been two and a half weeks now of the
pattern. Give him pills, pump whisperings and demented screaming in through the
speakers. Keep it going until he seems to be truly past his mental limit. The
recording stops and Ivan brings in the lights, slowly brightening them as he
speaks softly, reinforcing that Matthew is bad. Slipping in small amounts of
touch, and kindness when he was well and truly a mess. More and more affection
as he comes off his high completely without misbehaving.
Eventually Matthew would regain some of himself, as he hit the space between
sober and high. This is when Ivan would offer food and wait for the fight.
Matthew was consistent. He would almost always do something rude during this
point, trying to cling to his mind, trying to push the way he was twisting
away. It gave Ivan an excuse to leave for the twenty-four plus hours. letting
Matthew sink into withdrawal. He would later return to the shaking mess, pull
forth an apology, and the cycle would begin again.
To Ivan's pleasure, however, there had been less and less fight in him during
those brief moments of clarity. In the past week, the boy had even began to beg
for the main light to be kept on full power, even though the night. Although he
still did not refuse the small pills, he now was visibly upset as he took them.
He was on track for a total break down.
Ivan rose to his feet, a hand casually slipping in his pocket as he turned from
the computer and towards the office doors. It was time for another visit.
------
The light was so bright… It was too bright. But he didn’t want the dark. No.
The dark had bad things.. bad things happened in the dark. He was so tired,
barely able to keep his eyes open. He couldn’t close them, though. If he closed
them it might go dark again. He didn’t want that anymore. He didn’t want to be
alone in the dark… Even when Matthew's eyes did close, the panic over taken by
a desperate need for rest, he was woken soon after by bout after bout of
illness.
Matthew opened his eyes fully, woken from his dazed thoughts by a sound outside
the door. He had been stuck in his room for god knows how long now… had it been
hours? Days? Weeks? He couldn’t think clearly anymore. His body shivered
violently as he sat up and his stomach rolled. He breathed slowly and deeply,
his body aches had lessened in the past few hours, but the movements still
hurt. He longed for comfort. A blanket to curl up in, a pillow… a body to curl
up against… he shivered, the thought suddenly reminding him of how cold his
bare flesh felt.
He heard the lock on the door slide open and he raised his dirty tear stained
face to see what he would be bringing this time. The cup with the little pills?
He was filled with hope and dread. He wanted to stop that shaking, just wanted
to stop puking and hurting… but he couldn’t help being afraid of taking them.
Matthew was so tired… just as long as it was anything but food, he doubled over
as another wave of nausea and cramping rocked through his abdomen.
The door opened and the smiling face appeared. A cup of water in his hands, but
no bottle in sight. Matthew sobbed, unsure of if it was in relief or
disappointment.
“Good morning little Matvey, did you sleep well”
Matthew only sobbed harder in response, he just wanted to go home… He didn’t
want to play this game anymore. His mind fought… Where was home again? Home was
with Papa and Al… but they hated him didn’t they? It was so confusing…
“I asked you a question, Matvey” came the warning tone snapping him back.
“N-N-No” he sobbed, voice shaking as violently as the rest of him.
“No what?”
His voice cracked “N-no, Sir”
“Well, you know why that is don’t you?” The large man sat in a chair in front
of him and held out the cup. “Can you tell me why, Matvey?”
Matthew's breath shuddered and he squeezed his eyes shut trying to think, he
couldn’t remember what he was supposed to say…Everything was so jumbled...His
head lulled forward, as if suddenly too heavy.
Ivan tutted. “You know it is rude not to answer. I don’t like it when your
rude, Matvey…”
“I-I c-can’t rem-m-member” he stuttered out pathetically.
A voice cooed softly,“You can not sleep because you have been bad. You have
been evil, Matvey. Your body is showing you this da?” Matthew jumped at the
hand that grabbed his chin, tilting his head up. He was suddenly looking into
the mauve eyes.
Matthew could feel himself spiraling as he looked into them, tears careening
down his face. His voice was tight “I’m bad…” as he said the words, something
broke inside, he believed them at that moment “I’m so bad. I can’t sleep
because I hurt people and I don’t deserve to sleep…” they had to be true. Why
else was he here? “I don’t deserve to sleep…” he repeated leaning into the warm
hand unconsciously.
“Da, is right Matvey.” Ivan's hand moved from his chin pulling back and Matthew
whimpered at the loss. The large hand moved instead to his pocket, a rattle
filling Matthews stomach with anxiety, turning even more than it previously
was. The bottle was drawn forth and held out.
“Do you want these, little one?” Ivan shook the bottle.
Matthew could feel tears filling his eyes as he stared at the bottle. He
regarded it as if it would bite him. He did.. He did want them, he wanted to
stop the feeling of being sick, but they scared him, was it worth the trade
off? The pills made him bad, they made him so bad. Matthew didn’t want to be
bad did he? He didn’t want the dark again! He wanted to stay in the light!
His internal battled raged on, chest rising and falling rapidly. Finally, the
words tumbled from his mouth before he was even sure which ones they were.
“No, sir”
The bottle quickly disappeared into Ivan's pocket a hand on his head “Good boy”
was all that was muttered before the large man stood. When Ivan turned from
him, Matthew’s body seemed to decide what he was going to do before his mind
caught up...
---
Ivan smiled brightly as he replaced the bottle in his pocket, finally marked
progress. The first break he could finally afford some real kindness… Ivan put
his hand on top of the greasy hair “Good boy” He murmured.
When Ivan stood and turned to the door and was going to retrieve something from
just outside he felt a hand grasp his shirt. There was a thump and a small
squeak of surprise following. He turned and looked down with an eyebrow raised.
Matthew was on the floor on his knees, a hand reached up fisting the fabric
while the other steadied him on the ground. His head was dropped, dirty locks
of hair falling to cover his face.
“P-Please… D-Don’t l-leave.” He stammered. voice weak, scared and full of
shame. Ivan smiled a small smile. His little Matthew was so sweet looking like
this. Submissive and needy, begging for Ivan to stay. Looking for more approval
and comfort after his decision, and he would certainly get it
Ivan's heart swelled and a hand came to rest on the blonde hair gently. “I will
not be far Matvey, I just need to grab something. I brought it for you.” He
waited for a moment as the hand reluctantly loosened and dropped to join the
other one on the floor.
Outside the door there was a wheeling table, on it sat two bowls of steaming
water, a cloth, and a towel. Tucked underneath on a shelf was an outfit.. but
weather Matthew got that would depend on how well he behaved.
Ivan pushed it into the room, closing the door behind him. In his other hand a
plastic stool for Matthew to sit on. Wordlessly he set it up, dragging the
rooms other chair in front of it, the boy in the middle of the room not moving
from his spot, but dark circled violet eyes following the movements. “Come
here, Matvey. Sit” he said simply. He shrugged off the jacket of his suit
letting it hang over the back of the chair, his fingers moving to roll up his
sleeves.
Matthew moved disjointedly. Hesitating and nervous as he made his way to the
stool. His eyes were glued to the ground, “I.. I could wash myself” he
muttered, nails scratching down his arm nervously, creating welts.
“ Nyet, Sit, Matvey. You are filthy and I need to make sure you are properly
cleaned.” Matthew still hesitated and Ivan reached forward, catching his chin
and forcing him to meet Ivan's eyes “You have a chance to show me you have a
hope of being good Matvey, I suggest you do not waste it” he said warningly.
Matthews' eyes went wide and his breath caught in his chest, the boy nodded and
moved shakily to lower himself on the stool, he was facing away from Ivan. This
was fine for the moment, but he would need to turn later. Ivan moved to grab
the cloth, dipping it into the steaming soapy water, his withdrew it, squeezing
the excess water and set to work washing away week's worth of grime.
Slowly, pale pink skin revealed itself. Matthew, who at first had tensed at the
touches, relaxed under the cloth. In fact, he didn’t make a single protest as
Ivan washed his arms, his back, neck. “Turn around Matvey, I need your front,”
he said softly dropping the cloth to the side and grabbing another one. The
water was getting murky, but it couldn’t be helped.
Ivan smiled and rejoiced internally. He finally had Matthew relaxed. During a
withdrawal period and everything. Ivan had stretched his withdrawal out for the
past three days, he wanted to test something with his new little toy…
He brought the cloth to Matthew's face, wiping away salt stains and dirt. He
moved delicately, down his chest, more and more clean skin showing. Finally,
Matthew tensed when Ivan hit his lower stomach and drew dangerously close to
his exposed manhood.
Ivan dipped the cloth and moved to clean The sensitive member. Matthews hand
moved to stop his but withdrew quickly as if burned. “P-Please… let me…”
“Nyet” Ivan said simply, a single stroke of the cloth is all it took, Matthew
letting out a whimper as he started to harden. Ivan smirked, giving a few more
experimental rubs, Matthew gasping “Matvey is such a dirty little slut… Tell
me, are you this easy for everyone?”
“N-No I’m… I don’t..” Matthews' hands went to cover his face, it was burning
red. Ivan knew it was a side effect of the drugs leaving his body, but it
didn’t make it any less fun. He watched Matthew's expression under his hands
and had to repress a moan of his own.
“So, you just get this way for me then?” he smirked at the eyes that widened
behind shaking hands. Ivan didn’t even bother to disguise his actions as
washing, He dropped the cloth in the water, a hand wrapping around the swollen,
needy cock, rubbing mercilessly.
“D-Don’t please!” Matthew cried out, his hands dropping to hold the stool for
balance against the pleasure that rocked him. Ivan ignored his pleas continuing
his ministrations. It took next to no time for him to tense, small breaths
coming with soft mewling sounds that filled the air. Matthew clasped his hands
over his mouth muffling a moan, as he spilled himself all over Ivan's hand and
his recently cleaned stomach. Shaky sobs were breaking through his chest, eyes
closing, tears streaming down reddened cheeks.
He looked delicious.
Ivan moved his dirtied had to the bowl with a smile, rinsing off the mess and
grabbing the cloth to wipe away the rest. When he is done, he moved his hands
to pry Matthews hands from his mouth, holding the small wrists in a vise-like
grip. He brought his face forward, feeling the hot puffs of breath from the
boys sobs, “The polite thing to do now ,Matvey, would be to thank me da?” he
moved forward, running his tongue along Matthews cheek, catching tears and
eliciting a shudder.
“T-Th-” more shattering sobs “Th-Thank you, s-sir”
Ivan hummed in appreciation, his face moving to Matthews ear, whispering “You
are welcome, little one… I do so want to spoil you, all you have to do is learn
to be a good boy da?”
“Y-Yes, sir”
Ivan reluctantly pulled away, looking over the defeated position of Matthew’s
body. He released the limp wrists, allowing them to drop back to the boys
sides, and picked the cloth back up.
Matthews sobbing quieted, though his breath still stuttered and shook as Ivan
cleaned his legs and feet. “stand and turn Matvey” Numbly Matthew followed the
order, slim arms wrapping around his chest as Ivan worked to clean his frankly
impressive ass. Oh, how he couldn’t wait to sink into that… but he would wait.
He knew soon, sooner than he had hoped by the look of it, Matthew would not
only welcome the intrusion, but beg for it.
He finished his cleaning and resisted the urge to lean forward and bite the
plump clean flesh. “Turn and face me” Matthew did, his breathing settling
nicely. Ivan settled the towel around Matthew's shoulders before once more
pulled the bottle out, holding it up. One more confirmation before he gave him
his prize. “You still do not want Matvey?”
The boy gulped hard and shook his head.
Ivan smiled softly and stood, placing a kiss to Matthews clean forehead.
Matthew seemed to lean into it subconsciously and that pleased Ivan greatly.
Perhaps he was being too affectionate to fast, but it was hard to resist such a
pretty needy little thing...
“I have brought you something to make you more comfortable little one.” Ivan
moved away and to the cart once more. He reached under and grabbed a small pile
of folded clothing, moving to the bed he laid out each piece, Matthew still
standing in place, craning his neck to watch. “Come here Matvey” he said as he
laid out the last piece.
The boy approached, and Ivan watched as his eyes widened with confusion and
shock. A hand went to brush hair away from Matthews' ear leaning in to whisper
“It would make Daddy happy if you wore these little one”.
Laid on the bed was a pair of pink cotton underwear with a small bow in the
front, a flowing white nightgown that would fall to Matthews mid calves, and a
pair of ankle socks complete with lace trim.
Chapter End Notes
     AAfter a lot of reading i discovered opium withdrawal can cause over
     sensitivity to sexual organs. Basically withdrawing addicts will get
     off really really easily. Isn't that just fun!!
***** Beg for it *****
Chapter Notes
     Matthew (Because he's my inner voice of reason and i see him in a
     suit saying this while tapping his foot at me): Teakany, you said you
     would stick to a schedule... its five days early.. you've been early
     with almost every update!
     Teakany : pffft! who needs schedules when I can put up more sick
     fuckery!?
     yup... yup... Here just... just read it! I have no self control!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
When He had not put on the clothing, Ivan had given him a look of sheer
disappointment and it terrified Matthew.
“I had hoped Little Matvey would want to be a good boy…” He had said with an
icy edge to his voice “But I suppose that will take longer, da?”
Part of Matthew was screaming to stop him, to beg for him to stay. Another
fighting to not give in to this humiliation, the final and quietest was just
begging for more pills…
He knelt in front of the bed, looking at the clothing in front of him. He was
cold… The towel had been taken away and he was still damp. How long had he
dreamed of clothing? For a barrier between his skin and the air? The floor? The
bed? And here it was in front of him.
Along with that thought… It would make him good… Even just a little.
Matthew shook his head violently. No… No it wasn’t true! It was all a game! He
curled in on himself. But had anything Sir said been wrong? Matthew was bad for
taking drugs… he knew that. He also knew how it hurt his family. He had done so
many awful things in order to get high… Matthew really was bad. Matthew
couldn’t think of a single thing he had done right in the past three years, not
until an hour ago when he had refused the demonic little pills.
Matthew uncurled, arms resting on the bed as he stared at the clothing,
fingering the hem of the dress. Sir had saved him. He saved him from the hold
the drugs had, taken him away from Lars and Belle… Saved his family from
himself. In return this is what he wanted.
He wanted Matthew to be a good boy.
What had he done that wasn’t in Matthews best interest? He took him away from a
harmful environment, he fed him, tended his wounds when Matthew clawed himself
open in the fits of a high, He showed him how bad he was. Then, after all that
work, he’d washed Matthew, tended to him so gently…Though he did…. Matthews
cheeks turned red at the thoughts of what had happened during bathing. But it
hadn’t been that bad right? If it had been Matthew wouldn’t have… And he
finished so fast… Hands covered Matthews face as he tried to hide his
embarrassment from no one.
He peeked through fingers at the lacy bits of cloth. This wasn’t asking so much
right?
Matthew stood fingers shakily reaching down to close around the underwear. It
could be so much worse… If it made Sir happy… Matthew stepped into them, Even
the thin material brought warmth. He bit back a pleased sigh at the softness.
It was such a pleasant change from the rough Mattress and the cold hard
concrete floor.
Next his hands move, a little more eagerly, to the dress. He held it in front
of him. Thin billowy cotton, ribbons and lace trimming it here and there. He
turned it and slid it on over his head, pushing his arms through. It fell to
just beyond his knees, fluttering at the smallest movement. Again the warmth of
cover over his arms was almost intoxicating.
His eyes locked on the socks next, this time he snatched them up, sitting on
the bed without pause as he yanked them on. His feet could have sung. He felt
so amazing just being clothed again!
Suddenly guilt washed over him. He had been given these and he hadn’t even said
thank you. After everything that was done... He now had warmth.
Matthew wasn’t one hundred percent sure if there were cameras or microphones in
the room, but he looked down at his sock clad feet while sitting on the bed and
bit his lip, taking a deep breath before saying “Thank you, sir”
 
-----
A pleased smile took over Ivan's face at the words that echoed through the
speakers of his laptop.
In all honesty he had expected the resistance to the clothing. If Matthew had
simply put them on he would have been suspicious. There was a difference
between a broken man and one who was just playing the part to escape. He had
been so thankful Matthew had not been one of them. You had to be so much
crueler… Ivan so hated being cruel to his darlings…
He watched the screen once more as Matthew picked nervously at the fabric. Ivan
even frowned sympathetically as he watched a round of nausea take the boy
shortly after, dry heaves producing nothing over the toilet.
Weather or not Matthew wanted it, The boy was going to need food. he should be
tapering off his withdrawal enough now to be able to keep some of it down. He
needed his strength. Maybe Ivan could find some way to tempt the weak stomach
without making him sick with overly rich fair.
The Large Russian stood and walked from his office, He nodded to his sister on
his way out, strolling the halls towards the kitchen. he reached it and smiled
at the silence. As much money and power as Ivan had, he felt no need for excess
staff. Cleaning was done three times weekly by live out maids, he cooked
himself for his little family. Kat helped to tend to his little ones if
something took him away.
He reached into the cupboards, pulling down ingredients for Risovaya Kasha. It
would be gentle on his stomach and slightly sweeter than the plain food he had
been given so far.
He got started boiling the rice and he smiled to himself. The dish, which was
essentially rice pudding, reminded him of his own childhood breakfasts. When
there was time for such things at least. His family had always been a busy one.
He pushed the thought from his mind and instead focused on the thought of
Matthew’s face when he tasted something with flavour for the first time in
weeks.
 
--
Ivan reached the door with the still hot bowl covered on a tray with water and
a children's chewable vitamin. He placed them on the table directly outside of
the door before he went in. He had an issue to take care of before Matthew was
fed.
He entered the room and found the sniffling blonde sitting cross legged on the
bed fiddling with the hem of the dress. Now that he was clean and dressed Ivan
was reminded of what a little beauty he was.
“Hello, Matvey” He greeted and Matthews head went up, eyes wide and teary
“Hello Sir, I’m sorry!” He rushed out, the words jumbling together slightly.
“I…I…” He flushed red and his face dropped, hands closing in fist around the
white cotton. “Thank you… For the clothing sir” he said quietly.
“ You should be sorry, Matvey… You were very rude”
“I am! I’m sorry….”
“Little boys who are rude deserve punishments da?”
Matthew looked up with scared eyes. His lip trembling.
“well?” Ivan insisted.
“Y-yes sir…”
Ivan nodded, moving into the room and towards the chair. He sat down with his
knees held slightly apart and patted his thigh. “Come lay face down then.”
“Wh-what?! What are you going to do?”
“Spank you of course. Matvey has been very rude.”
“I… I don’t” Matthew stayed where he was leaning away.
Ivan heaved a sigh “Well I suppose there are other ways I can punish you,
though i can promise” He stood “They will be more unpleasant”
Matthew’s eyes widened impossibly more. Ivan turned to take a step.
“Wait! No please!”
Ivan looked to him and raised an eyebrow “Wait for what, Matvey?”
“Please… I’ll… I’ll lay down…”
“I don’t know… I already asked you to and you refused… Why should I give you
another chance?”
“P-please sir…”
Ivan paused watching as tears collected in those violet eyes. “Ask for it.” he
said simply
“Wh-what?”
“Ask for what you want, Matvey. Ask for the punishment you want, and if you ask
nicely enough, I might say yes.”
Matthews tears flowed now, his face flushed red. “P-Please… Please, sir… Spank
me” He choked on the words as they left his lips. His entire face burning with
shame, but his eyes desperately scared. Ivan said nothing, not pleased yet, so
the boy, got off the bed, walking over with his head hung and tried again
“Please sir, I want you to spank me”
“Why do you need it?”
“B-because I was rude.”
---
Silence dragged on, Matthew risking a glance up through his eyelashes and
fallen hair at the large man who was assessing him.
Finally, he sat back down, and patted his leg again. This time, Matthew didn’t
hesitate.
He moved awkwardly, positioning himself across the man's lap. He gasped in
surprise as he was shifted forward, hands gripping Ivan's thighs to stop the
feeling of falling. His chest and crotch pressed uncomfortably against the hard
thighs as a hand rested on his upper back. “You will count and I will only stop
when I feel you’ve learned your lesson.”
Matthew angled his head to look awkwardly over his shoulder. “O-Okay, sir” He
stammered. He didn’t like this at all! But if there was even a chance of the
darkness… Or something worse… He would take this humiliation.
And… He had been rude to refuse the gift.
His dress was flipped up, fabric gathering on his back, He moved and tucked his
chin to his chest, hiding his bright red face as his panties where shoved off
his backside.
The hand brushed over his now bare ass and he shuddered in an involuntary way,
his eyes popped open as he felt a familiar hardness against Ivan's leg. Oh god
not again! Ivan apparently noticed and tutted. “Matvey is such a little-” His
hand smacked down hard on his left butt cheek” “slut!”
“O-one!” he cried out, tears forming, but the feeling in his underwear not
going away as he was jostled against Ivan's lap.
Another strike and he yelped “Two!”
Two in quick succession on the backs of his thighs “Three, four!”
“You were bad for being rude Matvey” Another smack
“Five!”
“Daddy- doesn’t- like- rude- little boys” a smack between each word.
He scrambled to count in between, the words rushing out with tears. His skin
was on fire, he was sure he’d have bruises! Did he have to hit so hard?!
“Daddy prefers good boys” Ivan rubbed the tender flesh gently while he spoke,
then Smacked it again.
“Eleven!” he sobbed, tears flowing freely.
“If you had just put the clothing on when i brought them” Another lash and
Matthew cried out
“Twelve!”
“We could have avoided- all- of- this!”
“Thirteen, fourteen fifteen-sixteen!” He bit back a moan through the pain as he
was jostled forward over and over, his counting coming breathily.
“You want to be a good boy for daddy, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir!” Smack “S-seventeen.”
“Try again Matvey.” he said calmly
“Yes, Daddy….” he said weakly
“Good. Three more to make sure you’ve learnt, then I have lunch for you. Count
please”
Smack “Eighteen”
Harder smack “N-N-Nineteen!”
And the hardest yet, the sound vibrating through the room. “Twenty!”
Matthew was a shaking mess by this point. Not shifting to get up. Only clinging
to the leg below him as he sobbed. Ivan rubbed his ass gently once more, and
Matthew felt him bend over, placing a kiss on each cheek making Matthew squeak
in embarrassment, shock and pain.
Along with slight arousal. He was still embarrassingly hard, just begging to
touched.
The underwear were gingerly replace and the hand removed from his back.“Up now
Matvey. You have to eat.”
Matthew took a deep breath and nodded mutely. He stood gingerly wincing as his
legs almost gave out. He was silently grateful for the flow of the skirt for
covering him, It wasn’t that he had enjoyed it… More that every hit had jolted
him forward, rubbing deliciously.
He reached the bed after a slow shuffle. There was no way he’d be able to sit
right now, so he lowered himself to the bed on his stomach, trying to stop the
flow of tears.
Ivan Must have returned at some point during his sobbing because he heard the
chair clunk down next to him. He moved his head, to look towards the man, eyes
full of apology He found himself longing for a gentle touch that would tell him
he was forgiven. In the state that he was in, He gave into that longing “I’m
sorry, Daddy…” He murmured again, bright red at the words.
A gentle hand moved to brush hair off his face and he bit back a hum of
happiness, instead a small squeak strangled out. “You have to sit up now
Matvey, Daddy does not want you to choke.”
Matthew took a shuddering breath and tears started flowing again as he moved.
He positioned himself on his hip, hands supporting him on the bed, unwilling
and unable to put weight fully on his burning backside.
He looked at the bowl and felt his stomach turn. The last thing he wanted right
now was food… Especially the cold slimy oatmeal he was use to. He gagged,
stomach heaving at the thought.
“I… I don’t feel good…” He whispered quietly, hoping his hushed tones and lack
of outright refusal would be forgivable.
“I know, Matvey.” Ivan said with a sympathetic smile “ But i have brought
something special. Maybe it will settle better, da?”
He swallowed anxiously but nodded, opening his mouth obediently. Matthew
watched in confusion, It’s not the same colour… And that smell… The smell he
hadn’t noticed till moments before got closer as the spoon did. The sweetness
flooded his mouth when the spoon slid out and Matthew moaned as he swallowed.
It was warm and delicious as it settled in his stomach… And he didn’t deserve
it…
Matthew started crying harder, one of his hands moving to rub his sore stinging
eye.
“Matvey?” Ivan asks sounding puzzled.
“Th-Thank you, Daddy.”
Chapter End Notes
     It's up to you guys to tell me if this story line is going too fast :
     / I don't wanna have people reading and going "WHAT?! ALREADY?!" Like
     I have a few times with stories. so... tell me okay?
     I don't know why i kept slipping into present tense with this. It
     just kept hitting, but I've fixed it all to be more consistent :)
***** Mess of a rose *****
Chapter Notes
     okay, I fixed this chapter up a bit. It's still not my favourite, but
     i don't think i can do anything else to it lol.
     I've been in a bit of a writing slump lately :/ it's harder to get
     the words out, I'm claiming mental fatigue. a lot of family stuff and
     just basic stresses have been giving me some writers block (boooo)
     but I'm getting through it. (frustratingly)
     That all said and done, THANK YOU all so so much for the comments on
     the last chapter! The feed back was great, and It makes me all
     flattered and happy hearing that people are enjoying this story,
     really thank you.
     I'm trying to write out a bonus side chapter thing for you all with
     Ivans other littles, it's just giving me a little more trouble then
     I'd like to admit, but I'm hoping it'll turn out and be ready soon!
“What do you mean he’s ‘Not a priority’?! He’s been gone for a month!” Francis
yelled, He didn’t care at this point if the entire police station heard him, he
was furious!
Antonio looked exhausted as he sighed, trying to keep his voice strict and his
words cold, “Look Mr. Bonnefoy… You know I wish I could do more, but my hands
are tied!” he got up heading towards the door, “It’s not like we’re not
looking, but we can’t have the whole station in an upheaval over one run-away
drug addicted kid.” he closed it with a dry click and moved back to his desk.
" Don't you Mr. Bonnefoy me Antonio! Matthew is not just another drug addicted
kid! He's my son!" his voice cracked as he yelled a few decibels quieter.
"I know Francis…” He sat down, regarding Francis with a look of defeat and
apology “And we are doing what we can, but we're a little low on man power
lately."
“ What the hell are you doing to find him then!”
Antonio opened a file on his desk, looking at it briefly before looking up.
“We’ve got a detective on his case.” he said slowly. Too slowly... Too
carefully.
“Just one?” if looks could kill...
“It was all we could spare.” a slight edge of avoidance to his tone, the green
eyes suddenly avoiding Francis's gaze, focusing on the paper below him without
really looking.
“Who the hell is it?” he half growled, not liking the body language.
Captain Carriedo, looked down shuffling his papers and mumbled a name as he
spun to put something in the filing cabinet behind him.
“What was that?”
Antonio sighed “Detective Arthur Kirkland,” he said loud enough this time.
Turning with a braced look painted on his face.
“The drunk who was suspended for six months? The one who showed up to a crime
scene completely wasted…" Antonio didn't deny it and Francis's voice hit
disbelief and frustration. "Please tell me you do not mean the Arthur Kirkland
who puked into the poor grieving women's rose bushes in front of the camera
crews. “
“One in the same. But listen, he’s been through his suspension, mandated
programs, all that! He’s good! Really!” Antonio attempted with a smile.
Francis looked unconvinced and pissed, the screaming volume hit again, “This is
total and absolute bullshit! My son is-”
“Going to be found, I assure you.” Leaning against the door of the exhausted
directors office was non-other than Arthur Kirkland. He wore a black suit with
a crisp white shirt, the top two buttons undone like he was trying to look
aloof and relaxed. His hair looked like it hadn’t seen a brush in days,
ridiculous ashen blonde bedhead sweeping over his forehead and meeting equally
unkempt eyebrows. His stance was relaxed, a barely there cocky smile playing on
his lips, green eyes holding amusement at the glares he was receiving.
None of this was exactly building confidence in the mans abilities to find
Matthew.
Francis scoffed rounding on Antonio once more growling “I want someone who can
find my child and bring him home! Not someone who looks like they’ll be
crashing next to him in a damn crack house!”
Francis was almost certain he caught an eye roll out of the corner of his eye
and he felt the urge to spin around and throw his fist into the good detectives
face. Police station be damned.
“Francis, I can’t do any more than I can. Detective Kirkland holds a deep
knowledge of addicts behaviors-”
Francis’s blue eyes drilled into Arthur “First-hand knowledge I’m sure”
“And I’m confident” Antonio continued, ignoring Francis’s jab and growing
serious, “That he’s the man for the job.”
Francis eyed the man behind the desk, weighing how much he trusted his friend,
over how much he distrusted the detective. “He better be…”
----
Arthur sat back down in his office, hand carding through his hair again as he
sighed. He knew why he had been given this case, there was no denying it,
everyone knew it…
No one else could be spared except the fuck up.
At least it beat the hell out of mountains of paper-pushing day in and day out.
Even if it was only tracking a runaway, anything was better than more bloody
paperwork.
That didn’t mean, however, that he took it any less seriously. Though trying to
convince anyone else was next to impossible. That damn father had to be the
worst though! Bloody frog… The french were always so dramatic about everything.
I mean honestly! You show up a little drunk on one shift and everyone flies off
the handle.
That women's bushes had been a mess anyway… She knew nothing about caring for
roses…
Past mistakes aside, in reality Arthur was a damn good detective. Assuming he
could stay sober.
He had solved plenty of cases, most pertaining to murder, but he had been
shuffled to missing persons when he came back. They didn’t need another media
circus. All in all it was still tracking someone down, this one just came with
the opportunity to miss out on the corpses.
Arthur flipped the folder in front of him open. There in the right-hand corner
was a picture of the boy, Matthew Bonnefoy, held on with a paperclip. He slid
it from its hold, bringing it closer to study. Leaning back he idly spun his
chair. “So Matthew…” he muttered “Where have you taken off to?”
He stopped his spinning after scanning the bloodshot violet eyes again. The
picture had been taken at what he assumed to be a birthday party. Matthew sat
at the kitchen table next to his twin, who had an arm slung around his
shoulder. Arthur would guess if he was off the drugs they would look nearly
identical. However Matthew looked up with a bored expression at the camera, his
glasses only bringing out the purple shadows under his eyes more. There was a
ridiculous birthday hat perched on a mussed-up bed of curls. His slim build and
pale skin causing him to look ill though most of it was hidden under the
excessive material of a jacket that was three sizes too large.
He looked like almost every other teenage drug addict out there. Brilliant.
Except something bothered him about the large honest smile Matthews brother was
flashing him, and the tiniest of lip twitched on Matthew’s face in return…
Arthur grabbed the file replacing the picture before reading. There really was
no evidence this was a runaway was there? His eyes scanned. No phone calls, no
sightings. His bank account hadn’t been touched despite having twenty-four
dollars in it.
Arthur didn’t care how trivial twenty bucks seemed, to someone chasing a high
that could be the difference between avoiding withdrawal and having one hell of
a ride.
Depending on what he was on. The file said Oxy was all the family knew he took,
but god knows if he had gotten himself into something deeper now.
Arthur's brows furrowed and he placed the file on his desk leaning forward and
pouring over every word… The more he read, the stranger it seemed to label this
as a runaway. Sure, the kid was on drugs, but how many kids on ‘em would leave
a place where they get food, money and aren’t being turned in or shoved into
rehab every three months? If anything this looked like a junkie's paradise.
The kid had been missing before… But the grand total record was a week and a
half (and that came with a nonsense text about how big the empire state
building was), it had been a month now with absolutely no contact, no
sightings, and no leads.
Either there was something the Bonnefoy’s were leaving out (Perhaps there was
abuse in the home?), or… He paused rubbing his temples and praying he was
wrong…
it was seeming less and less likely as he thought, that Arthur was going to be
able to bring the boy home in anything more than a box.
----
“Arthur Kirkland… Why does that name sound familiar?” Gilbert screwed up his
face while he tried to place it.
Alfred sighed in irritation “Put it in youtube…” He grumbled.
Gilbert raised an eyebrow but shrugged. Alfred watched wearily as the albino
put his feet on the library table, tilting the chair back onto two legs typing
the name in his phone.
Alfred could faintly hear the new casters voice over the phones speakers
talking about the scene behind her when the unmistakable sound of vomiting
reached his ears. This was followed by a stunned silence and then drunken
slurring and insistence that he was fine. he was a ‘da-Tech-tuv’ and he was
going to ‘sholve the caze’... there would have been more to his speech Alfred
was sure, but it was cut off by another round of retching and unpleasant
splashing sounds.
The chair legs hit the ground again as Gilbert looked up from the phone with a
look that couldn’t have said anything else but ‘seriously?’ Alfred scowled at
his textbook.
“That’s not at all awesome… How do they expect to find Birdie with him running
the show?” Gilbert said sounding as exasperated as Alfred felt.
“I don’t know”
“I mean, the dude looks like he’s more likely to find him to share a hit”
“S’what my dad said”
“Do they have any brains in their heads? At this rate, they’re not gonna-”
“Gil! please… Just.. Can we not?” Alfred said through gritted teeth, he could
feel nails digging into his palms, dangerously close to drawing blood.
The albino grimaced in realization, “Sorry man…”
“S’ok… Let's just focus on this stupid lab okay?”
After bio homework was done, and the two went their separate ways Alfred was,
regrettably, left to his thoughts. This was the longest Matthew had ever been
gone. It was the longest he had been away from his twin and he was not handling
it well. Even in rehab, Alfred had at least gone and visited, knew he was safe.
Now he had no clue.
Alfred was torn between anger so intense it threatened to blind him and worry
so deep he felt like he couldn’t breath. Both emotions balanced each other and
it left him in a hell of a state.
He was trying to stay distracted. School and practice taking up some time, that
was okay, He could shove it back and function at a basic human level then.
Pretend it wasn’t happening and his brother was just in another class.
Sometimes he’d hang out with his friends, play video games, laugh at their
stupid jokes, eat way too much food. Just pretend Matthew was at home, catching
up on homework.
It was outside of all that that was the issue.
That house was a curse he couldn’t escape. He needed to be there, wait for
Matthew to come through that door so he could hug him and kick his ass… Be
there for Papa in case Matthew didn’t walk through that door again today. But
every room echoed in thoughts of his brother.
Some were good memories, of when they were kids and still innocent. Some not so
good, with Matthew falling to pieces, screaming and yelling, throwing things
because Alfred tried to stop him from going out to get more fucking pills.
He didn’t even notice as he almost ran straight into someone, he mumbled his
apologies, dodging at the last second. Alfred shook his head trying to clear
it. He just needed to make it home in one piece.
Now he was annoyed. His entire brain was revolving around his selfish asshole
of a brother. He couldn’t even keep his head on his surrounding through it. He
was going to wind up getting hit by a car, and then what?! Then papa would get
to deal with a missing son and a dead one.
Alfred huffed heavily, It wasn’t fair. When was the last time Alfred had fun?
Real fun. The reckless, ‘I’m a teenager and I’m indestructible!’ kind of fun.
He couldn’t remember because he was too busy being the stable son. Matthew
being the center of everyone else's world. Wouldn’t that have thrilled him?
Matthew, the previously invisible brother, in the spotlight, while Alfred sat
in the shadows for once.
Alfred felt guilt twist in his stomach. Kicking a tire of the car as he walked
up the driveway. He didn't mean it... Not really... He was just frustrated and
scared. He wanted Matthew home, whether it was shy, sweet practically invisible
Matthew, or high off his head Matthew, or withdrawing asshole Matthew… As long
as it was his brother, and he was safe, he would take it.
Though he'd still kick the ass of any of those three versions of his brother
for pulling a disappearing act.
He went into the house, calling out a hollow hello as he kicked off his shoes.
He received a hello back, but nothing else. The pair didn’t even try for normal
anymore.
To his credit, Francis had tried for a while. It stopped all at once when
Alfred had finally snapped and screamed that school wasn’t going to magically
be great again, no matter how many days in a row he asked. It was always going
to be a ‘could have been better’. After that, they dropped the acts, just
existing around each other instead.
Today was no different. Francis stayed in the kitchen, Alfred picking up the
sounds of the keyboard clicking as he walked by and climbed the stairs. He
ducked into his room, pulling out his Math homework and calculator. Alfred
almost let out a sigh of relief as he looked down at his binder. sitting on his
bed, he spread the work in front of him and focused on the pages that were due
tomorrow, scribbling down formulas
Alfred never thought he'd enjoy math homework so much, but it was another
escape from this shit hole situation.
***** sleep soundly *****
Chapter Summary
     A little extra for all you lovely people!
Chapter Notes
     I've had a few people ask about the three other little ones Ivan has,
     If I'd be introducing them ever and they will come into play in the
     story a little later (Probably a few chapters from now) But since
     people seem curious... I did this for you! It's not a full chapter
     really, pretty short. but it's an extra just because your all great
     ;p
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Ivan tented his fingers as he watched the screen intently. His suit jacket was
slung over the back of his chair, tie loosened as he continued his viewing. He
had been staring at pretty much the same image for the past hour.
Matthew was naked once more, on the concrete floor curled in on himself
shaking. Ivan had taken his clothing, his chair, and his mattress away this
time.
A small smile touched the corners of his lips as he heard a single sob break in
the silence. He was breaking faster.
Matthew had been relapsing into his old ways on and off over the past three
weeks. It was expected of course. Breaking someone's mind was not a one shot
deal. To completely tear them apart from everything they were you had to do it
over and over. You had to show them that one good day did not mean they were
good yet. Not even close.
The first time Matthew had acted out, it had taken Ivan four days and several
types of torment to break him again. He found off the pills, sleep deprivation
and guilt worked nicely with Matthew.
That was why the lights were on so very bright in the room, a high pitched
ringing that seemed to come from them filling the room. The words weren’t
needed any longer, they were ingrained in his head. It was enough to take away
what Ivan had given him to bring him to his knees.
Even just the threat of it was enough now to cause the boy to break to pieces
within hours.
“P-Please… Please, I’m sorry!” Matthew yelled curling in closer on himself.
Ivan's smile widened as he glanced at the stop-watch clicking it. One hour and
twenty minutes. Ivan rose from the chair, but he wasn’t going to Matthew yet.
No, he needed to suffer a little while longer.
Instead Ivan moved from his office, and towards a set of stairs. He was
climbing them to reach the wing of his large property where he kept his
precious treasures. His little living dolls.
He reached the white door and slid the lock open. It was late, too late for his
darlings to be awake, but he could at least watch them sleep for a while. Guilt
run through him at the thought. Kat had once again put them all to bed for him.
He had been busy dealing with their soon to be sister.
New toys took up so much time.
He opened the door quietly and stopped in mild surprise. the youngest boy was
not in his bed, He was curled up on the couch, a stuffed animal clutched to
him, and a piece of paper in the other. Ivan smiled fondly, perhaps he should
be mad at Raivis, but he couldn’t bring himself to after his time with them had
been cut so harshly.
Ivan crossed the room to him and made to scoop him, but his eyes caught the
paper, taking it in his hands he smiled. It was covered in hearts, and five
crudely drawn stick figures. names listed under all of them. Raivis himself, of
course, then Toris beside him, Eduard beyond that. On his other side was a much
larger stick figure labeled Daddy, and finally there was a small plain one it
had no face or clothing, no real detail or color, not even crudely drawn hair.
It also wasn’t labeled. Ivan frowned a little but put the drawing down on the
couch in favour of picking up the sleepy boy.
Despite how careful Ivan tried to be, Raivis squirmed a little and opened his
eyes sleepily. Ivan smiled at him “hello there little one. You were not in
bed.” He whispered.
“I was waiting for you, Daddy…” He murmured arms wrapping around Ivan's neck.
“I missed you”
Ivan felt his heart ache. “I’m sorry little one,” He said, moving to sit on the
couch with the boy curled in his lap “Daddies been so busy with your new
sister…”
Ravis nodded, putting his head over Ivan's chest “What does he look like daddy?
I wanted to draw all of us… But I didn’t know…”
The blank stick figure made sense now. He was about to answer when there was a
creak from the bedroom door. “Daddy?”
Two figures looked out. The taller brunette in front, a slightly shorter blonde
behind, rubbing his eyes from under his glasses.
Ivan sighed but relented a small smile. Now they were all up past bedtime.
“Come sit boys” he said knowing he couldn’t just send them all back to bed
without providing at least a little attention.
Eduard and Toris padded across the room, the night-gowns fluttering as they
moved quickly to either side of Ivan, they knew not to keep him waiting, and
Ivan knew they craved the affection he was offering.
once the older to were settled leaning against him, Ivan grabbed the drawing
Raivis had done. He held it in front of them to look. “Go get the crayons,” He
said smiling at violet eyes in front of him. Raivis crawled down and grabbed
the box that held a range of colours.
Once he had settled back down Ivan began. “First, you can use the same colour
for his skin as you did on everyone else..” The boy grabbed it, following the
instructions though frowning at how hard it was to colour without a hard
surface.
Toris must have noticed because he got up and grabbed a book from a small shelf
and slipped it under the paper before resettling. What a good big sister.
once the face was done Ivan moved on “Next his eyes are the same colour as
yours Raivis” He tapped the boys nose getting a giggle in response. The purple
was added to make eyes, a smile being drawn on in red without needing to ask.
“His hair” Ivan continued “Is as long as Toris’s” His moved a hand to run his
fingers through said locks, “But it’s almost the same colour as Eduard's” He
moved the opposite hand, ruffling Eduard's somewhat messy hair earning a small
pout. He chuckled. “But a little more orange.”
Raivis grabbed the same yellow he had used for Eduard, drawing hair like Toris,
then grabbed an orange crayon and put a few streaks of orange in it. He smiled
at his creation brightly. “What’s his name?”
“Matvey”
Raivis screwed up his face in concentration as he wrote it. When he was done,
all four smiled down on the picture. Eduard stood, “I’ll hang it up on the
board,” he said with a wide smile. The drawing left the smallest boys hands and
was carried to a large cork board where it was pinned right in the center.
Eduard trotted back, curling back up in his position. Ivan smiled, his heart
felt like it was expanding. Such good boys he had. Ivan moved placing a kiss on
each forehead and they sat there for a good ten minutes just curled up
together.
Ivan noticed eyelids drooping and sighed “Alright boys, time to get you back to
bed. Do you want a story?”
“Yes please, daddy” came three voices at once. Ivan smiled and motioned for
them to get up, freeing him from the couch. he moved to the bookshelf and
grabbed one wandering to the crowded bedroom to read to them.
He sat in the bedrooms chair as all of them snuggled down into their beds,
listening. He read the words in a familiar pattern, watching as one by one each
of his little loves faded into sleep. He finished the story and stood to leave.
He was about to close the bedroom door when he heard a very soft voice, not
even sure which bed it came from, murmur “I love you Daddy”
“I love you too boys”
Chapter End Notes
     I giggled sadly after writing this because I'm evil and thought of
     how Toris, Eduard and Raivis all get comfort beds and bedtime stories
     while Mattie is stuck not aloud to sleep on a cold concrete floor.
     Sorry Matthew, you're just not a good boy yet!
***** surrender *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Matthews' head was stuck in a constant spin. His thoughts were getting more and
more jumbled at every passing day and he could feel it. He could feel himself
slipping away and something else taking over.
It started innocently enough, he could pass it off as simply not wanting to be
alone, not wanting to be cut off from everything. That was the reason he craved
Ivan's company. But it would get overwhelming. The gnawing emptiness when he
wasn’t there… The intense warmth when touched him, or spoke to him so gently.
The feeling terrified him and sometimes, he would give into them. Not able to
see past his desires in that second to make his Daddy happy, to cling to a form
of comfort and familiarity.
But other days he would fight. He would beat back the feeling tooth and nail,
not wanting to sink in any further, scared to lose himself in it.
He couldn’t surrender himself just like that, there was no way.
He would wake up full of conviction. A drive to fight, to refuse. It may not
have made much sense at that point, he wasn’t getting out and fighting
certainly wasn’t making his life any easier… But he had to cling onto himself
if he could.
His first attempt after the initial spanking at rebelling had been strong,
certain… and awful.
It had lead to being awake for god knows how long, being without food, having
sounds and light that caused his head to pound so hard he couldn’t see… By the
end, he was a shaking begging mess. Ivan had come in and he had practically
crawled into the mans lap sobbing apologies, begging for his punishment as was
expected. It had ended with Matthew thanking him for it without being prompted
because at that moment he had been grateful.
He behaved for a few more days. Sleeping on the newly returned mattress, a new
dress, pink this time, returned to his shivering body.
When Ivan would come in to feed him or simply check up, he would lap up the
small amounts of affection and attention. relishing every time an action was
deemed good, every tiny touch of his hair, a hand sweeping over his arm, a
smile or a kind word all making him melt and glow at the same time…
but soon Matthew grew aware and disgusted with his behavior and the cycle
reset. Each time, that voice of resistance going smaller and smaller…
This latest outburst had barely even begun when he was already regretting it.
Matthew had been behaving for a while, five days he was informed. That made
Ivan very, very happy.
“You are doing very well Matvey, Daddy is proud,” He said with a large smile.
Matthew had blushed looking down, unable to keep the small smile off his face.
Someone was proud of him… He had done something worthy of pride. He practically
nuzzled against the hand that came to rest on his head, closing his eyes
peacefully when it hit. That damn consciousness in the back of Matthew’s mind
screaming at him to stop.
Matthew pulled away from the hand suddenly. Smile dropping altogether and eyes
snapping open wide. “I.. I don’t want you to be… I want to go.. I want home..”
His breathing increased as he battled himself in his head. Part of him
screaming to shut up because Daddy had just said he was proud and now Matthew
was going to ruin that! The other begging him to move, run to the corner and
scream and kick and bite if Ivan tried to touch him.
He wound up somewhere in the middle, regret heavy in his eyes, a hand clamped
over his mouth but scrambling back only a few feet.
“Matvey you are home,” Ivan said patiently.
He couldn’t hold it back, no! Don’t say it! Don’t make Daddy mad! then he’ll
leave! I don’t want to be alone again! Say you're sorry now and maybe he’ll
stay!
“No! My home is with Papa and Alfred!” He yelled. His body was recoiling, as if
he had just been slapped, at this own words. Pain and determination clashing.
He watched tearfully as Ivan stood, the Mattress was the first to be picked up,
he wordlessly moved it from the room, followed by the chair, a small blanket
Matthew had only just received earlier that day.. And finally…
“Take it off Matvey”
Tears sprung to his eyes. “No no! Please no!” he clutched the fabric
protectively.
“Matvey” It was stern, no smile on his lips… Just hardness in his eyes.
Matthew closed his eyes, shifting to his knees and removed the dress. That part
of his brain that had gotten him into this mess was screaming to throw it at
Ivan. Ball it up and shove it in his face!
If it had been the first time he rebelled, he would have. But he had learned
since then and at the moment he really didn’t want this… At the moment, he
wanted to take it back and be good. No… He needed to be good. He was so close
to being good.
His thought quickly, trying to scramble for an answer. The stubborn part of his
brain was trying to stop it, but he pushed his back harshly “NO!” he yelled not
realizing it was out loud “shut up! just shut up!” He fell back onto his butt
hands in his hair, panting as he stared at the concrete not really seeing it.
He was falling, he felt like he was falling and he wanted… He needed..
His eyes flashed up and he watched as Daddy folded the dress and turned to
leave.
“No Daddy! Please stop! Don’t leave me again please!”
Ivan turned with an eyebrow raised in question. Matthew took his second of
pause to scramble forward onto his hands and knees
“Please punish me, daddy!” Matthew asked desperately as he crawled towards Ivan
quickly, tears in his eyes, breath catching in a sob. His hand reaching out and
closing around Ivan's pant leg. brain still putting together the piece of what
he needed so very badly… What he needed to ask- no beg for...
Ivan tilted his head, and for one terrifying second Matthew thought he was
going to kick him and leave… It was what he deserved, snapping like that was
inexcusable! But god he wanted him to stay, he wanted to ask… and he would take
any pain he got if it meant he could.
“And what do you need to be punished for Matvey? What exactly did you do
wrong?” His arms were crossed.
What he needed finally clicked enough, pushing everything else out. That voice
screaming to run out the cracked open door behind Ivan, that it was better to
die than live like this, muffled and silence under the weight of the want.
“Punish me for everything,” he said quickly, desperately.
“If you do not know why Matvey… I’ll come back later da?” Ivan went to turn
“Wait no!” Matthew launched, slamming into the floor, arms wrapping around
Ivan's leg, his cheek pressed against a cold leather shoe. He could feel a
sting in his knees, they were probably bleeding from scraping across the floor,
but he didn’t care .
Daddy didn’t understand! Matthew needed to make him understand! “Please… Please
don’t leave I…”
“Matvey…” Ivan warned, harsher than before, angrily... It made Matthew flinch
tensing and curling in on himself.
“I want you to punish me for everything I’ve done! For all the bad things I’ve
done!” He cried in earnest, tears flowing and words hitching “I… I wanna be
good f-f-” a shuddering sob “for Daddy” He looked up to see Ivan’s somewhat
surprised expression “Please help me be good Daddy”
-----
Ivan was startled as he looked down at the wide pleading eyes, the desperate
shaking and broken sobs.
“Please.. Please..” Matthews' head pressed against his leg, and he could feel a
wetness soaking there. “Please, Daddy… Please help me.”
Ivan considered his request. He hadn’t anticipated this... Someone begging him
to completely break them. Not just punish him for a minor offense, not
accepting the punishment for his past when offered... No, Matthew was begging
for Ivan to take that last step and strip him down to the base...
And how could he say no to such a desperate plea?
Ivan crouched down, a hand on Matthew's hair. He had to repress a chuckle as he
felt the boy push against his touch.
Violet eyes turned up "Please daddy..."
Ivan smiled and nodded "I will be right back Matvey ."
He had to pull himself away from the still panicking boy on the floor. leaving
the cell and locking it behind him. The room he wanted was only a few doors
down, It wouldn’t take him more than five minutes to retrieve what was needed.
When the door opened a smile lit his face, He flicked on the light and ran his
eyes over a wall covered in several instruments. Some were nasty, floggers
tipped in glass, electric prods, a whip that was meant to be set ablaze. A
pear-shaped instrument that would twist to spread open and lock in place.
those were never used on his boys, he didn’t make a habit out of permanently
damaging their bodies. Bruises were fine, but he would be eaten alive with
guilt if he caused scars that they would carry forever. No those were for...
Others... He liked to make an impression on anyone who posed a threat to his
lifestyle or his boys.
He walked into the room facing a much tamer looking wall as he considered his
options. It wasn’t supposed to be fun he reminded himself as his imagination
ran wild. He had perhaps been a bit lenient with that with the spankings… He
had noticed Matthew tended to get hard each time, even with the remainder of
the drugs worked out of his system. It was more of an auto response now. He had
let it go because so far it seemed to humiliate him.
That would be trained out as he built him back up after today.
His eyes fell on a thin looking stick, as his smile widened. He reached
forward, grabbing it from its holding place and giving his hand a test wack.
Ivan flinched. It stung horribly. Perfect. He worked his injured hand opened
and closed as he left the room. His mind traveled over thoughts of the pretty
colours that this cane would bring out on such smooth pale skin.
He reopened the door to find Matthew in the same spot he’d left him, Tears in
his large eyes and a hopeful look on his face. He came into the room, shutting
the door and traveled over. Ivan smiled and leaned forward, placing his hand n
the boys cheek. He brushed a thumb across Matthews' cheek, wiping away excess
tears with a gentle smile. He leaned forward and brushed a kiss on his
forehead, earning a broken whimper and cautious fingers on his hand.
Ivan smiled pulling back up to stand and taking his hand back and grabbing
Matthews glasses as he went. he looked over the image, Matthew on his knees,
stripped bare and looking up at him with those wide eyes, He could see the
nervous tremble and he had to bite back a groan. As disciplined as he was with
himself, he was still human and that was still a tempting sight.
He managed to get a handle on himself, almost buzzing with excitement once
again. His voice was measured and sure. “Stand facing away from me with your
hands against the wall, legs spread shoulder width.”
Matthew scrambled to do as he was told without a second of hesitation, and Ivan
smiled. “Anything you want to say before we start Matthew?”
There was a quiet second followed by a small whispered and broken, “Thank you
Daddy”
Chapter End Notes
     I think this is one of my favorite chapters so far :)
     I wanted to put this up now because tomorrow is my birthday (wahoo!)
     and I'll most likely not have the chance to write much over the next
     two days, so I hope you enjoyed, even with that teasing ending
     and oh... don't worry... I do not intend on skipping over that part
     at ALL .
     Oh and a huge thankyou for all the subscribers and book marks, kudos
     and comments! I really didn't start this fic expecting it to get any
     form of attention and now it's my most popular lol! So thank you all
     and I hope in future chapters you'll continue to enjoy where this
     story is going, because lovlies, We're in for a ride ;p
***** wrapped around *****
Chapter Notes
     Hello lovelies! This chapter gave me so much fight... this was
     suppose to be the easy one lmao. either way, sorry it took so long!
     Here you go!
     As always I appreciate your kudos subscriptions and veiws and I adore
     all your comments. I'm so happy people are enjoying this story and I
     hope you continue to enjoy it :)
     If you notice any words out of place, don't be afraid to let me know
     either!
     Also, The cane Ivan is using isn't a walking cane, It's a Rattan
     cane. Used in corporal punishment, also in schools and in kink world
     (though not to this extent) I've been told it's excruciating.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Ivan stood behind Matthew with the cane in his hand, he was raking his eyes
over the clean, unmarked flesh stretching from his shoulders, down his back and
to the rounded and pleasant behind. He hummed in appreciation, such a pretty
expanse of skin… and soon it would be coloured, shades of red, purple, blue and
black, as if a child threw paint across it.
“To start Matvey, We are going to have to punish your behaviors from while you
have been here. You have caused Daddy a lot of trouble” Ivan let himself trail
a hand from between Matthew’s shoulder blades down to the dimples in his ass as
he spoke.
“Yes Daddy, I’m sorry..”
Ivan stepped back, placing the cane down for a second and removing his jacket,
it was tossed onto the empty bed frame “What have you done to make yourself a
handful Matvey?” he asked as he rolled up his sleeves,
Ivan picked up the cane and walked back, “I was rude.” Matthew said simply,
still in control of his voice, but that wouldn’t last long. Ivan snapped the
cane against the flesh of Matthews right ass cheek and he cried out in shock
and pain, quivering.
“What else?” Ivan asked merely smiling at the reaction.
“I fought with daddy and didn’t do as I was told” Two lashes and Matthews'
fingers curled against the wall as he squeaked. Ivan eyed the red flush and
hummed for him to continue.
“I-I wasn’t grateful-” He gulped “I wasn’t grateful for what daddy gave me!”
Two more quickly drawing out sharp whines and ending in a sob
“Do you still want this Matvey? Do you still want to be good?” Ivan asked
toyingly. How ready was he to break? Would it happen today, Or drag on for
another week only to end up right back here? Ivan didn’t mind either way, but
it would be worse if he waited.
“Yes Daddy!” Matthew cried out stubbornly. “I… I want this” he added in a
quieter voice.
“Continue then”
“I hated Daddy…” He almost whispered. “I wanted Daddy to go away, I wanted to
run” Ivan hated the way the words stung, he knew they were true, all of his
dolls felt that way at first. He put a bit more force into the next Three
lashes.
“Do you still want to run?” he growled after the last crack of wood hitting
flesh. Matthew shook his head, his jaw was tense and the shiver from impact
still quaked through him “Words Matvey” he added impatiently.
“No Daddy!”
“good” Ivan moved, ghosting a hand over his hip, a sob, and a small smile broke
at the touch and the word and Ivan relaxed.
“Thank you Daddy”
Ivan looked fondly on the mess that leaned against the wall. He pulled back and
shook out his arms, “we’ll move on. what about things you have done before
Daddy saved you, confessions Matvey.” He said with a smile in his voice.
“I took drugs,” Matthew said instantly.
“for how long?”
Ivan could see Matthews shoulder tense. “Three years” The cane moved up,
connecting with Matthews right hip, where Ivan's hand had been, and drew a
yelp. Ivan moved it to the left hip, then finally back on his ass.
There was a moment of silence as Matthew struggled to get his breathing stable,
“I stole things” He said through clenched teeth “For drug money”
“How much did you steal?” Ivan inquired in a very simple tone, watching the
body in front of him quake.
“I don’t know… I didn’t keep track”
Ivan tutted his tongue in disappointment, and Matthews' thighs were assaulted,
five lashes. Matthew howled, knees threatening to buckle. The lashes were
causing welts that joined the angry swelling on his ass, There was already a
tinge of purple setting in.
“If you do not stay standing Matvey, it will be an extra five.” Ivan warned
with a playful lilt to his voice. Matthew nodded, a whine building in his
throat as he struggled to stay upright. Such a dedicated boy…
He had barely regained his stance and he was spewing more indiscretions “I
lied! I lied to so many people… about where I was, what I was doing, why I was
doing it.”
Ivan gave him three more, hitting over the welts and he watched tears streaming
down Matthews' cheeks. He could see steam leaving Matthew’s confessions, He was
running out. Ivan had a few more for him when he did.
“I cheated.. I cheated on my boyfriend last year.” Ivan’s eyes narrowed.
Matthew was definitely digging, but it brought up a good point to turn on.
Three more fells across his thighs and Matthews' nails were trying to dig into
the walls as he hissed through clenched teeth.
-----
The pain was horrifying. It hadn’t been too bad at first, a harsh sting. But as
it built Matthew could feel his body begging to fall and give into it. But he
couldn’t! Daddy told him not to. He deserved this, he wanted this, and now he
was going to show daddy how good he could be by standing and taking it!
He flinched as he felt a hand touch the raw and burning flesh of his ass, a
whimper escaping. The fingers slid over uneven swells of his beaten ass and
Ivan leaned in saying the words in a way that felt sweet and dangerous all at
once.
“How many men have taken you before Daddy Matvey?”
Matthew squeezed his eyes shut, face burning in shame and embarrassment.
“Eight” He choked out in barely more than a whisper.
“I want you to think of each man you laid down for like a filthy little slut
while you count. Eight Matvey.”
He nodded and brace himself for the impact. He cried out the first number, his
voice straining and cracking at each other the following lashes. Faces running
through his mind until he got to the last… there was no face, only a voice…
only the smell of pot and the rough hands… “eight!” He screamed, the cane
caught differently he could feel it, a more intense sear across his left cheek
followed by the feeling of wetness running down the back of his thigh.
He squeezed his eyes shut, tears streaming down his face. He deserved this.. he
did… he deserved it! He was bad, he was bad and this was his punishment and he
deserved it… But the pain was so much to handle, the fear of how many times his
skin would open before daddy was done… and after? Would he be good after?
He yelped as fingers trailed across the wound, he looked up at Daddy with his
blood covered fingers… The Russian moved forward staring him down, Matthew
cowered under his gaze, his words filled with more venom and honey then the
last,
“And was Matvey just a slut? Or were you a whore too? Tell me Matvey, how many
paid for it…”
Matthew gulped. His voice small and he hated himself… he hated himself so much
for the number. “f-five” It wasn’t that he had always just slept with people
for money.. and only two of those were strangers, the other had been friends or
Carlos his dealer, when he needed a fix but was a bit short… He wanted the next
ones to hurt, he didn’t want to be able to walk. He needed to feel cleansed and
punished for how dirty he was.
But how would Daddy look at him after this? Would he hate him? Matthew felt
more tears careening down his face.
“very well” Came the dry reply that made Matthew start crying. though, any
gentle sobs were cut by screaming when the cane connected with his thighs. He
desperately clung to the wall, his chest pressed against it, toes digging into
the concrete as agony at each fell filled him.
Matthew was beginning to lose touch with the room, with what was happening and
where he was. all he could feel was pain as it started to overwhelm him, All he
could hear was Daddy’s voice purring in his ear, “Are you sorry Matvey? Are you
sorry you were such a dirty little whore, letting other people have you before
Daddy?”
“y-yes! I’m sorry… I’m sorry I’m sorry… “ He whimpered out between sobs.
“Is there anything else you’d like to confess Matvey?” Daddy asked and Matthew
tensed trying to concentrate through the haze. he jolted his head to try and
clear it… Finally a last thought… It was one he hadn’t intended on ever telling
anyone, but in his state, he would hold nothing back when asked.
“I… I killed someone” He whispered. The following silence was deafening it
seemed to stretch on forever before Daddy spoke again,
"Why did you kill them, Matthew?" His voice held no anger.
New tears sprung to Matthew's eyes, "H-he was h-hurting me, and I panicked…”
Flashes of being held against the dirty ground caused him to pause “I wanted
him off me and... there was glass in the ally and.. and I stabbed him and ran."
no lashes came and that scared him… Did Daddy hate him? Was it unforgivable…
was he too bad to be saved?
"How long ago?" came the completely calm question
"three years" He answered in a whisper. Back before he had become so bad...
"Any other confessions Matvey?" Matthew blinked. nothing hit him…
"No daddy" he said nervously.
He felt a warm body behind his, a soft kiss being placed on the top of his head
and then so gently Ivan pulled back, "Ten more Matvey and you can start being
good da?"
He smiled through the tears coursing down his face. relief and happiness as he
braced himself again."Thank you daddy"
"count"
-----
Ivan sat on the concrete floor, Matthew’s shaking and bloody body curled in his
lap. He had opened another three welts with his final ten strikes and his
wonderful boy had never faltered. So this contact was his reward.
Matthew’s eyes were closed and his hands clung to Ivan's shirt. His face held a
small frown from the pain he was feeling, but his face was nuzzled against
Ivan's chest. Ivan was running a hand through Matthew curls whispering to him.
“You did very good for Daddy Matvey. I’m very proud”
It was a weight off his shoulders… He could be kind, he could coddle him, even
just a little, like he had wanted to that first day. Unlike that first day,
Matthew wanted it. Even when sitting put strain on his injuries… he didn’t want
Ivan to leave.
He would have to eventually of course… but first he was going to enjoy this
moment… Enjoy the broken clinging mess in his arms. The first day of building
him, making him into something amazing and completely Ivan's. He lowered his
head, placing a kiss against Matthews' hair again. His beautiful little boy…
Golden hair, amethyst eyes, and skin like porcelain. A perfect doll for his
collection.
Matthew snuggled closer his shaking easing a little as he did. “I love you
Daddy” He whispered, skin flushing before he moved to hide his face. That’s
when Ivan first realized he was in trouble… What wouldn’t he do for such a
sweet little angel…
Chapter End Notes
     and thus, you have the reasoning behind WHY Matthew started taking
     pills. The answer to poor Alfred's wanderings. I'll explain it
     further in later chapters.
     btw! If i seem awkward when thank you for your comments or replying
     to questions, It's because I am! But i can also be super chatty lol I
     know, It doesn't make a lot of sense. Either way, if i seem still
     when i say thankyou, or if i don't just know I honestly do appreciate
     it! <3
***** something in return. *****
Chapter Notes
     have some fluff and smut.
     I didn't want to just do another big time skip, so I did a little
     one. I have half the next chapter done (go me for getting ahead
     again... ish... ) and the plot will continue to move forward!
     oh and this bounces back and forth a bit, but i did put small
     dividers with every POV switch.
     enjoy lovelies!
Healing was hard… It had been three days since his confessions and Matthew laid
curled on his bed whimpering as bandages were replaced. He had buried his face
in his new pillow, holding it close and trying to muffle any further sounds as
Daddy smooth anti-bacterial cream over the cuts.
“We’re almost done Matvey… you’re doing well” He said soothingly as he worked
Matthew nodded raising his head a little to let out a quick and shaky “Thank
you daddy” before stuffing his head back down with a squeak as more cream was
added. He tried to keep reminding himself that the pain was good. It was a sign
he was new again. That he was untouched with anything bad. He had gotten
through it by imagining the heat and pain radiating was any bad he had done
leaving his body... and when it was cooled, nothing he had done would be left
to feel bad about.
When the bandages were finally back on Matthew pulled his head up looking
nervously over his shoulder at Daddy, he knew what was next. He had been
allowed to go without panties for the past few days,his ass too sore from the
cane, But today Daddy had brought a pair of soft cotton ones. It could have
been worse... Lace would have hurt a lot more.
“Stand up Matvey,” Ivan said gently, and Matthew struggled to follow the order
quickly. When he was on his feet he was shaking, but he looked hopefully for a
sign that he had done a good job. Ivan smiled at him from his spot sitting on
the bed and gestured for him to come closer. Matthew moved until he was
directly in front of the other man. “I’m going to help you put these on
Matvey,” He said holding up the white undies. There was a unicorn on the front
and he blushed as he focused on it nodding, “Good. Put your hands on my
shoulders and step in”
Matthew took a deep breath and laid his shaking hands on the broad shoulders
Ivan leaned forward holding them out and Matthew stepped in. Ivan dragged them
up slowly, his fingers spanning across Matthews' thighs making him shudder
pleasantly.
The fabric was fully in place, but Ivan's hands settled on Matthew's hips and
he was suddenly pulled forward. Matthew yelped in surprise as he stumbled, his
legs hitting the edge of the bed before his knees were on the mattress. He was
straddling Ivan, His chest pressed against the others and his face, that had
gone over Ivan’s shoulder, was bright red.
He pulled his upper body back a bit and looked, he was face to face with the
other and Matthew's eyes were wide with shock. Ivan merely smiled and leaned
forward, teeth grazing Matthew’s neck before he murmured against the sensitive
skin, “You have been a good boy today Matvey… and there are many things Daddy
would like to give you.” Matthew let out a breathy sigh as Ivan's lips gently
sucked the flesh there “But I think first It’s time for you to give something
to Daddy, da?”
Between the teeth on his neck and the thumbs that were currently rubbing
circles against his hip bones it was all Matthew could do to whimper out a
breathy “Yes Daddy”. The thought of giving something to daddy in return was
entirely intoxicating.
-
Ivan hummed and applied teeth, biting down harshly and eliciting a moan. He
pulled off with a lick to the reddened area, moving to Matthews' mouth. The
boys lips were soft and full, he tasted sweet with a hint of cinnamon from his
breakfast. Ivan didn’t wait for an invitation, forcing the others mouth with
his own and moving to explore his mouth. He had to suppress a moan… Though
Matthew didn’t, The sound going straight between his legs.
He pulled back and chuckled when his new toy whimpered at the loss. he kept his
mouth close, murmuring against it “You’ve been teasing daddy for a while now
without even knowing it….” He brushed his lips against the others briefly
smiling as Matthew leaned into it surrendering quickly to the slightest touch.
He pulled back more, looking over Matthew’s face, He was blushing, but he eyes
were half lidded and full of desire. “Up Matvey” He shifted his hands up to the
boy's waist, helping him to stand again, chuckling at the disappointed look.
“Don’t worry little one…” He said spreading his legs and pulling Matthew,
gently this time, to stand between them, “You’re not done.”
He let go and moved his hands to his fly “On your knees please”, Matthews' eyes
lit up and he nodded, sinking down in place to his knees looking up sweetly.
Far too innocent looking for the position he was in.
Ivan adored it.
Ivan pushed the front of his pants and boxers down, fishing out the half hard
member and stroking it a few times. Matthew was watching eagerly, his bottom
lip trapped between ivory teeth, “Well little one… show me what that mouth of
yours is good for.” He leaned back supporting himself on his hands.
“Yes Daddy,” Matthew said, his hands moving, one resting on Ivan's upper thigh,
the other gripping Ivan's length. Matthews' tongue darted out, licking from
base to tip before lapping at the slit. He repeated the motion and Ivan hummed
at the feeling, his eyes not leaving the display as he hardened to full mast.
Once he was fully hard, Matthew slipped the rosy head of Ivan's cock into his
mouth, tongue circling before he dipped down, coming back up and repeating, it
ran through Ivan like electricity and he groaned.
Matthew was halfway down his length when Ivan laced a hand in his hair, causing
he blonde to moan at the touch, vibrations running through Ivan’s body causing
him to gasp. “Good boy” He encouraged, pushing hair off Matthew’s face as he
watched him continue to bob.
-
Daddy’s cock felt heavy and hot on his tongue, moans and gasps he was pulling
out causing a heady feeling. He worked to push further down, wanting to make
Daddy proud. Matthew's eyes turn up, taking in Ivan’s face, feeling blissful at
the look of pleasure he had put there. It made him even more motivated. Matthew
relaxed his throat and jaw, allowing them to open as he slowly pushed down,
taking more and more of the extremely large member in. When he was only a hand
span away from the base he stopped, unable to force anymore, and swallowed.
Two hands tangled in his hair, Ivan’s panting above him as he held him there.
Matthew closed his eyes, tears that had gathered running down his cheeks. He
worked to calm himself and swallowed again. He was allowed to pull back taking
a few breaths through his nose as he bobbed shallower. He could feel drool
dripping off his chin, but he didn’t care. He was lost in the taste and
sensations of the act. He dipped down as far as he could without stuffing
Ivan’s cock down his throat and rolled his tongue against the thick pulsing
vein there. “Good Matvey” Daddy’s voice sounded strained so he did it again,
adding the motion to his bobbed.
Ivan’s next words were half growled “Daddy’s going to cum Matvey” He groaned
“Take it all-” a gasp “Don’t make a mess” Matthew hummed an affirmation and
sped his bob a bit. There was a loud grunt and moan before he felt hot liquid
hitting the back of his throat. He swallowed quickly trying to make sure he got
it all down.
When it was done, Ivan pulled away, Matthew looked up licking his lips and
swallowing once more for good measure. Large hands were still tangled in his
hair. Ivan stared for a moment before moving his a hand to cup Matthew’s face,
Matthew leaned into it and smiled as a thumb ran over his swollen red lips.
“Thank you daddy, ” He said, a slight blush covering his face.
Ivan smiled and leaned forward, placing a kiss on Matthew’s forehead. “You’re
welcome little one” He replied gently.
----
ten minutes later Matthew was dressed in a simple blue and white flowered
sundress. There was a large bow that sat on his lower back, pulling the waist
in before it billowed out into the skirt. Ivan sat on the chair and smiled as
Matthew spun for him. eyeing the red on his knees as he did. “you look very
pretty in that Matvey” He said with eye brows raised, leaning back as he tilted
his head to take in the site.
He could have watched the was Matthew bit his lip, pretty purple eyes cast down
in a display of modesty, but his eyes locked on the greatly mussed up curls, “
I think It’s time to brush your hair da? Daddy brought you something for when
that’s done.” Ivan reached just behind the chair grabbing the small stool and
placing it in front of him.
Matthew nodded and smiled sweetly “Yes daddy” The boy moved towards him, very
gingerly lowering himself with a quiet hiss. his hands tightening around the
sides on the seat.
Ivan reached onto the table and grabbed the brush. “It will feel better soon
little one. A few more days of pain will just be there to remind you right?”
Matthew nodded before stilling his head. Ivan ran the brush through the waves
gently, he caught knots here and there, but other than a flinch or two, Matthew
never complained.
Ivan enjoyed watching the silky locks as they fell just to the boys shoulders.
Maybe he could grow it out a little longer… He tucked the idea away before
placing the brush down and reaching into his pocket pulling out a length of
white ribbon. He worked to thread it under Matthew’s hair tying it into a large
bow at the top. “there we go… Beautiful” He pulled out a small mirror and held
it out for the boy in front of him. Matthew’s cheeks flushed and his eyes
dropped once he looked, but there was a small smile on his face. Ivan chuckled
and kissed the top of his head. “You can stand now little one”
Matthew stood slowly before he turned to face Ivan, The larger man raised his
hand, running it over the others warm cheek. “Such a pretty little one I have…”
He said affectionately.
“Thank you daddy,” Matthew said with a blush, and Ivan could feel his heart
warm right along with the boys cheeks.
***** bubbles *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Ivan felt warmth in his arms as he started to wake up. It was a comfortable
feeling, holding something precious against you. His arms tightened slightly,
pulling the boy closer to his chest as he did.
His eyes cracked open and he looked down on the mess of blonde with a smile.
His hands running through the locks causing the smaller body to stir, violet
eyes looked up at him with a sleepy smile “Good morning Daddy”
Ivan smiled wider “Good morning Raivis. Did you sleep well?”
Raivis snuggled back against Ivan's chest with a nod “I always sleep good with
Daddy.” Ivan hummed and ran a thumb across the boys face before leaning down
and kissing him gently on the forehead.
“I’m glad you do. We have to get up now though” That got a pout. “Now what’s
with that face? Don’t you miss your sisters yet?” Raivis looked thoughtful for
a moment then nodded, shifting in the bed to sit up. Ivan followed suit
stretching as he did.
Since Matthew broke two weeks ago he had been able to get onto a more constant
schedule, one on one daddy nights back on, and Ivan had had a boy in his bed
every night since. the special one on one time had been so rare over the past
few months. Ivan was proud, through it all his beautys didn’t complain half as
much as he thought they would. He had been prepared to hand out spankings or
take away privileges… He barely had to reprimand them at all.
Ivan got dressed in his regular suit as Raivis sat on the bed in his nightgown
quietly watching. It wasn’t until Ivan was slipping on his vest that the boy
spoke “When are we gonna meet him?” Ivan turned and smiled. Raivis had been the
most curious (bordering on obsessed) about Matthew so far. He was the last one
in until now, so he had never seen someone else come in. He would no longer be
considered the baby (even if he was younger by a year)
“Two more days I think. Are you nervous?” Ivan straightened his tie, looking in
the mirror to the blonde behind him.
Raivis shook his head “I’m excited.” Ivan smiled and walked toward the bed
ducking down and catching the smaller boys lips in a brief kiss
“You’re going to be a wonderful big sister” He said affectionately. “now, Daddy
has to go check on Matthew, so let's take you back to your sisters da?” Raivis
nodded, standing and taking Ivan's hand as they walked towards the door. Ivan
unlocked it with his key, and the pair set off down the hall towards the boys
wing.
-
Matthew stirred awake, the warm soft blanket he’d been given pulled up past his
ears. He didn’t want to wake up yet… Daddy wasn’t here.
Since the night he’d given in, letting himself go and happily moved on, Ivan
had been spoiling him. It was slow of course, but every time Matthew was good
he got something. he had been given a soft pillow, a warm pink blanket, He even
got a little teddy bear. All this along with the much-preferred touches and
affections.
It was more luxury than he was used to at this point, and at first he had cried
and argued that he didn’t deserve it… But Daddy had dropped down to his level,
given a smile and wiped the tears away. His voice was kind when he told Matthew
that he was starting to be good, and being good deserves rewards. Matthew had
still wanted to protest… but then he was reminded that refusing gifts was rude,
and that stopped any and all protests.
Matthew snuggled into the teddy humming and nuzzling his face against the soft
fur. He looked at the bear with a smile “Daddy’s gonna be here soon with
breakfast.” he muttered at the soft white plush.
and true to his word, The door clicked a few minutes later, Matthew sat up with
a large smile as Ivan walked through the door with a tray “Good morning Daddy”
He said cheerily.
“Good morning Matvey” The smile was returned. He stayed put like he was
supposed to while the door was still open.
Over the past two weeks (and now he knew it was two weeks because Daddy had
given him a calendar) he’d been learning more rules. If the door is open, you
stay on the bed. You always say please and thank you. You wait for Daddy to
tell you what to wear. You don’t waste any food. All pretty simple! Matthew had
fumbled a few times and had been punished so he was sure to remember.
Punishments fit the crime. Matthew had bounced out of bed when the door was
open twice and both times lead to him being attached to the bed by an ankle
chain.
He once said he was full and couldn’t eat any more of the rice pudding for
breakfast… he had no more meals until the next morning and that was just
finishing off what he hadn’t eaten.
But when he was good? Oh, he liked being good.
The past three days Matthew had been nothing but cheerful and well-behaved.
Doing exactly as he was supposed to. Last night Daddy had brought a book,
reading him to sleep and giving him a kiss goodnight, which had left Matthew
blushing but smiling.
This morning was looking even better already.
Ivan moved to the bed carrying the tray and setting it between them. He was
smiling brightly and Matthews' eyes went as wide as the plate on the tray
“Pancakes?!” He squeaked mouth watering. He had been stuck with porridge for so
long… then rice pudding and soup… but on the tray were honest to god pancakes…
light and fluffy and dripping with syrup “Thank you, Daddy!” He exclaimed
bouncing a little, his eyes shining.
“You’ve earned it for listening so well little one.” Ivan picked up the fork,
using the side to slice off a bite and holding it out. Matthews' mouth opened
eagerly to take the pancake. It was heavenly, fluffy and sweet… he chewed and
swallowed smiling the whole while.
by the fourth bite, Matthew had syrup dripping down his chin. Ivan smiled
affectionately at him and Matthew gave a sheepish smile as Ivan chuckled at him
“Such a messy boy…” He leaned forward and Matthew felt a jolt run through him
as the other kissed and licked the syrup off his chin and bottom lip.
Now Matthew was bright red, looking down bashfully but smiling. there was a
stirring in his lower abdomen, but he pushed it away. Ivan's hand was under his
chin, gently tipping his face up with a warm smile “We should get you fed da?
We have something to do after.”
Matthew was over-run by curiosity, so he ate quickly, pancakes disappearing in
record time. He swallowed the last bite and looked up at Ivan with a sweet
smile “Thank you Daddy”
Matthew was cleaned up with a wet wipe, letting Ivan get all the syrup off his
fingers and chin, blushing and smiling dizzily as it was kissed off his lips.
He was waiting for Daddy to tell him what he was going to be wearing today when
the man got up and walked to the door. Matthews' face fell, looking sadly as
his hand rested on the door knob.
Ivan looked back with a chuckle holding out a hand “Come on Matthew, we’re
going to give you a proper bath”
his eyes opened wide and his jaw dropped. “r-really?” He hadn’t been out of
this room in… a really long time. He thought he’d be excited when it happened,
so he was taken off guard when he started shaking, tears on his cheeks. His
fingers touched his face in confusion.
Ivan frowned in concern “Matvey?”
“D-daddy… I’m scared…” He whispered lip quivering. months in the same room…
where he had felt scared, but then was made to feel secure… where Daddy came,
where he knew all the rules and the schedules and he knew it’s ups and down.
Ivan moved to him, leaning over and kissing his head. “It’s okay little one.
Nothing will hurt you. Daddy will be with you the whole time okay?” Matthew
looked up at him hesitantly, but nodded, shifting out of the bed to stand. He
took the hand offered and walked toward the door.
When they got into the hall Matthew clung close. His hands closing around
Ivan's jacket, an arm wrapping around his shoulders and rubbing his upper arms
as they walked.
They reached the bathroom fairly quickly, there was one not far from Matthew’s
room. It was big and white, a large tub in the middle of the room. The door
shut behind them, and Ivan locked it with a key from his pocket. “Go sit and
I’ll start running it little one” Matthew looked up, slightly nervous but
nodded walking to sit on the closed toilet lid.
He watched Daddy take off his jacket and vest, rolling his sleeves before he
turned on the taps, pouring fruity-smelling liquid in that caused bubbles.
When it was half way full He was prompted to stand, Ivan slid the night-dress
off, tossing it towards a laundry basket to the side. next his panties were
pushed down, stepping out of them.
“Turn around please” Ivan murmured smiling. Matthew did as he was told, feeling
hands over his ass, he knew there were still some marks, most of them healing
completely by this point. It didn’t hurt anymore as Ivan fingered over them.
The hands left him, but he stayed still The water was turned off a few minutes
later “Come here Matvey” Matthew turned blushing brightly as his lower regions
were reacting to thoughts of being washed.
Every sponge bath after the first had gone the same way as the first, and yet
he never felt any less shy about his reaction. In fact it only got worse as the
simple sight of the trolley being rolled in with supplies excited him now.
Ivan helped him into the water, he sunk down to sit sighing in relief as he was
enveloped in warm water. he scooted down in the large tub enough that he was
merely a head above the bubbles.
-
Ivan watched Matthew sink down into the tub, he could see the tension easing
from him in the hot water. It brought a smile to his face to see such peace on
those features finally.
Matthew had been behaving fantastically over the past two weeks. He worked to
follow the rules and If he broke one he didn’t complain. He simply took the
punishment and felt bad about it. The amount of guilt and the need to please
buried in Matthew was perfect. He might have to send Lars a bonus.
“Alright, time to wash, sit up please.”
Matthew looked up smiled and nodded, “Yes Daddy” He said, sitting up a little
taller, he was still submerged from just under his pecs down, but it was as
much out of water as he was going to get.
the tub was large and deep in case there was ever need for two people in it.
though it was not as big as the one in his personal suit.. that one had more
room for certain activities… a flash of Matthew perched on his lap, head thrown
back as the water surged around them entered his mind. He shook the thoughts
from his head and refocused on the boy in front of him, beating back the urge
to take him here rather than waiting for the comfort of a bed.
Perhaps he would have deserved to be taken roughly on a hard surface in the
heat of things if he had continued to act out, But he hadn’t. No, his little
boy deserved all the comfort Ivan could afford for how he had been Behaving.
It was a much easier task to wash someone submersed in water. he took his time,
making sure Matthew got a chance to ease and relax with the muggy warmth and
the rubbing of the cloth over his skin, massaging gently. He dipped Matthew
back to wash his hair, cringing slightly at the colour the water turned.
Washing it in a basin was only so good… No matter, he would be perfectly clean
after this.
Ivan couldn’t help but chuckle at the disappointed look that Matthew adopted
when Ivan simply washed the boys erection, not paying it particular attention
like he usually did… there would be plenty of time for that soon enough, he
thought to himself with an internal smirk.
When he was thoroughly washed (and the water was a disgusting shade of grey),
Ivan pulled the plug and stood to grab a fluffy white towel. He held it out,
watching as Matthew, still blushing at the state of his arousal, stepped into
it.
When was dried off and Ivan grabbed a light purple housecoat. It was plush and
warm and much more substantial than anything he had worn up until this point.
He tucked away the image of a sleepy Matthew, half-lidded and smiling in
contentment as it was tied. a pair of slippers were added to protect his feet
and they moved to the hall.
Matthew seemed more at ease this time though he did hang onto Ivan's arm with
both hands. It was his second time in this hallway, the first being when he
first arrived. This time he didn’t even try and look around, merely gluing his
eyes to the carpet as he followed along timidly.
Ivan’s room was a fair walk from the cell, and as he predicted, Matthew was
starting to get sluggish. His body had been pushed so far for so long, and he
had been cramped in the small room for months now. Ivan paused and moved to
scoop him, preparing for any squirming, but the only wiggle he got was as
Matthew moved closer, clinging with a squeak at the change of position. “Don’t
worry little one, Daddy’s got you.”
Matthew blushed and gave a small smile before curling in a little closer. Ivan
could feel his heart ache with affection. He placed a kiss on Matthew's
forehead and continued until they reached the large ornate double set of doors
that lead to Ivan’s bedroom.
Ivan paused in front of it, suppressing a chuckle at the wide eyes taking it
in. “How would you like to stay here with me for the day little one?”
Matthew’s head whipped back to look at him, at first disbelief in his eyes and
then it gave way to joy. “Yes please Daddy”
Chapter End Notes
     oops, did i leave a cliff hanger? DON'T MURDER ME! I felt what
     happens next deserves it's own chapter ^.^ and I am putting this up
     early so, ya know!
***** phones *****
Chapter Notes
     wow... updating fast o.o I think it may be due to cooler weather
     where I am. It's been so hot all summer, and now we've hit a cool
     spell so I'm feeling less lazy ^.^
     Enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Arthur looked over the files for the hundredth time. It was infuriating, They
had put him on the case so late in the game that most of the leads had dried
up. He groaned dropping his head to the desk. What made matters worse was the
father and brother called every other day for status updates and he could give
them nothing…
he was currently working on two cases, both kidnappings, both cold cases.
Matthew’s a little less as it had been three and a half months at this point.
The other one had been missing for a year and a half. It had been tucked away
in the back files, not really looked at and the kid had been labeled deceased.
About a month ago there however had been a break, If you could call it that.
The mother had been at home when the phone rang, she picked up and swears to
god she heard her son crying, saying Mama, before the line quickly went dead.
In reality, not one expected Raivis to ever be found… it had been too long and
if he was being honest, Arthur would chalk the call up to a sick prank.
It’s not like he would dare downplay a mother's instinct. He had seen it work
miracles too many times on cases. But he wouldn’t downplay desperation either.
Wanting something bad enough can cause you to see it everywhere and no one is
going to want something more than a parent wanting their child back.
The phone rang and Arthur lifted his head, a picture stuck to his cheek, he
peeled it off and threw it down before picking up the phone.
“Hello, this is Detective Kirkland, how can I help you?”
“Detective, this is Officer smith, we have a suspect in custody we believe the
phone he was carrying belonged to Matthew Bonnefoy. I thought you might like to
question him.”
Arthur stood up, gathering his files, pausing only a second at the pictures of
the two blonde, violet-eyed boys next to each other before dragging Matthews
pile off the desk and walking with the cell phone attached to his ear
“I’m on my way, which station are you in?”
-
Arthur held up the evidence bag that held Matthew’s phone. “So how did you come
across this?”
The kid looked at him moodily “what the fuck does a stupid phone matter”
“I think you’ll find it matters a great deal, boy.” Arthur stood, a fresh file
in his hands “Lovino Vargas.. eighteen and already you have such an extensive
history with us. robberies, drug charges, assault.” He tutted his tongue “Court
mandated anger management and rehabs and still you wind up here… with the phone
of a missing boy.”
The olive eyes went wide “what?! I have fucking nothing to do with any damn kid
going missing!”
“Then where, pray tell, did you find the phone, Vargas?” Arthur regarded him
with serious eyes.
“I found it on the damn ground outside a bar” Arthur narrowed his eyes in
disbelief “I’m not fucking lying. I’m not a moron” Arthur looked back at the
file and raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘really?’ was like the kid wanted to
get caught. “It was out in the ally okay? I found the fucking thing and took it
home”
Arthur nodded “What bar?”
“Oblivion down on third.”
“Do you remember the date?”
“no, that shit was like three or four months ago”
Arthur cursed in his head. still… it was better than nothing “I only have a few
more questions.” Lovino nodded still scowling “did you know this boy?” Arthur
pulled the picture of Matthew out of his jacket pocket sliding it in front of
the kid.
Lovino dragged it towards him and looked it over “Yeah I knew him kinda, can’t
remember the name… but he was loyal as fuck to his dealer, dunno what the fuck
that was about… I coulda given him a better price…” Arthur nodded, taking the
photo back.
“Do you remember seeing him the night you found the phone? or anytime around
then?”
“nope”
“Thank you for your cooperation Mr.Vargas. I’m sure it’ll reflect nicely in
your case.” He tucked the photo back away and excited the room followed by a
muttered
“yeah whatever”
-
Alfred sat on the couch next to Francis three days later. They had gotten a
call from the detective on Matthew's case out of the blue. Apparently they had
found something, it was a shaky lead at best… but it was more than they’d had.
Across from them sat the detective, for once he was not being glared at. To be
honest, Alfred was too tired to glare at much anymore… He had been having
nightmares every time he closed his eyes. It was like he could hear Matthew
screaming, it was unnerving…
Papa wasn’t in great shape either, The already slim man seeming to have lost
more weight than he could afford to. The dark circles had taken a permanent
spot around his eyes.
“We found this” Arthur said reaching into his coat and withdrawing the cell
phone. “It’s been fully processed already, so you can touch it.” He said
placing it on the coffee table between them. “It’s Matthew’s phone. Someone
found it in the alley outside a bar around the day he disappeared. We were able
to pull some old pictures and messages off of it, luckily the guy who picked it
up didn’t bother to delete anything. “
Alfred stared at it as if the phone would bite him, or maybe disappear when
touched. It was a connection, something Matthew had touched, used, kept with
him. Even if he would turn it off, or simply not answer when he was out getting
wasted, he always had it.
except now he didn’t.
He swallowed and reached out picking it up and turning it on. the security to
get in had been disabled, so it went straight to the home screen. He felt his
father leaning in as Alfred opened the pictures. flipping past the few of a
stranger until he reached the ones of his brother.
flipping through there were a lot of other people he was with… the ones of
Matthew only serving as a painful reminder. The dopey smile as his twin stuck
his tongue out at an unknown person holding the phone, two pills perched on it.
Another taken with some guys tongue down his throat, some of him sitting on a
couch upside down staring off into space.
“We’ve identified a few of the people in the more recent pictures, we’ve been
tracking them down, but so far none of them knew where he went. most don’t even
remember the bar.” Arthur explained “We’re tracking down his dealer next, do
you have any idea where we could find him?”
“no...I’m afraid I don’t.” Francis said as his eyes locked on a picture of
topless Matthew bong in his hand as he took a hit.
“Me either… I haven’t talked to Carlos since the night we reported Mattie
missing…” Alfred clicked the phone over and finally landing on a normal
picture, one Alfred had taken. It still hurt to look at, maybe even worse than
the ones where Matthew looked strung out.
Alfred put the phone back down, not wanting to look at any more pictures as his
throat tightened. “I’m just-” He stood swallowing hard as he moved around the
table and towards the stairs. He couldn’t do this right now.
-
Francis watched his son as he left the room, tenseness in his shoulders giving
away all the upset his voice didn’t convey. Alfred had been struggling more as
time stretched. His grades were slipping, he was barely even on the football
team anymore, and any time he was home he would still glue himself to the
police scanner.
He heaved a shuddering sigh, his own upset getting the best of him. “Thank you
detective…” He muttered, his eyes returning to the phone before it faded out, a
picture of his two boys… He closed his eyes as it went black, turning away like
it burned him.
“Of course Mr Bonnefoy…” Arthur said Francis could hear him standing “I’m still
doing all I can to find him. I won’t stop until you have an answer.”
He heard footsteps heading towards the door and he reached out his hand,
catching the detective's arm as he opened his eyes, not looking up “ Do you
think there’s any chance he’s still alive Detective Kirkland? In your
professional opinion… is it-” His voice caught and he cleared his throat “Is it
likely?”
Silence followed, dragging before a very gently reply came “I won’t stop… until
I can find you an answer as to what happened,” he repeated, Francis turned his
eyes up looking into the sad green ones. “But I don’t think It’ll be the answer
you want.” Francis’s jaw tightened and he quickly turned his head away nodding
taking his hand back.
he listened to the foot steps as they reached the door and it opened “I’ll call
you with any updates Francis. Take care of yourself” He waved over his
shoulder, not trusting himself to open his mouth until the door was shut.
“There was a pause and Francis was about to turn, thinking Arthur had left the
door when words rang across the room “For what it’s worth… I really do hope I’m
wrong,” with that, the door clicked shut leaving Francis alone in the room to
fall to pieces.
Chapter End Notes
     Yes, I use Raivis a lot in this... don't worry, the other two will
     get a bit more story line soon. But he was the last to go missing
     before Matthew, so ya know.
***** predicted outcome. *****
Chapter Notes
     All right guys! I'm gonna warn you, I'm not overly confident in my
     smut, so if it sucks... well... you've been warned ^.^
     that said! here you are!
     HOLY FUCK! Ok.... I used my phone for part of this... I hate auto
     correct... gah... I also hate reading my own smut so i didn't read
     close enough in editing. HERE! I FIXED IT AND IM SO SO SORRY!
Once inside the room, a slipper fell off as Matthew’s feet hit the floor
gently. His eyes were wide and he curled the toes of his barefoot on the plush
carpet, feeling something that wasn’t hard under his feet… He turned his head
at the click of the lock as Ivan slipped keys back into his pocket looking at
Matthew with a smile. The blonde brought his hands, clasps together, to
partially cover his mouth and he returned the smile. he looked back down on the
dark brown carpeting. He could honestly be happy just sitting on the floor all
day stroking it. he brushed his foot across it smiling at the softness.
Ivan chuckled and Matthew felt arms wrap around him in his moment of
distraction. He melted into the touch, already feeling heady from being
surrounded, strong chest at his back causing a welcomed ache of relief in his
chest. It was almost like when you took off a tight pair of jeans at the end of
the day, it hurts in the best way.
"If you like the carpet so much little one, " he said tilting his head to meet
Matthews eye, "you'll love the bed"
Matthew turned bright red. Daddy's bed... suddenly his thoughts weren't on
comfort anymore but more on feeling the bath had drawn out of him. He nodded
and Ivan let him go briefly, taking his hand instead and leading him further
into the room.
The bed was large, like the room itself. large dark wooden posts stood proudly
at each corner a stripe of silk draped connecting them. Matthew eyed it timidly
before looking up at Ivan for instructions. "Go ahead Matvey, up you get."
Matthew smiled and climbed onto the high mattress, losing his other slipper as
he did. He sunk into the plush comforter as he sat on his knees in the middle.
Ivan stood to the side, mauve eyes studying him carefully with an edge of
something predatory. Matthew dropped his gaze, fingers brushing the gold fabric
beneath him and worrying his lip. He didn't shift his eyes until he felt a hand
tugging at his chin removing his lower lip from its prison. He thought he was
going to faint as soft lips met his. a not so quiet moan escaping his throat as
Ivan’s hand went to his belt pulling easily to open it.
Ivan pulled his mouth away leaving Matthew half lidded and trembling. "Do you
have any idea what you do to daddy little one?" Ivan purred moving to brush
Matthews neck with his lips. Matthew whimpered slightly moving his head to the
side to grant easier access. Lost in his haze he could barely mutter a soft
“no”
Ivan's hands moved to push the house coat off Matthew’s shoulders as he bit
softly, Matthew shuddering at the combined feeling. “P-please Daddy… I…” He
panted arousal already making his hazy body screaming for more contact.
“Patience Matvey….” Ivan muttered against his skin trailing his mouth over the
exposed skin of Matthew’s shoulder and down to his chest. When the teeth grazed
his perk nipple he gasped, hands moving to Ivan’s shoulders for extra balance.
“up on your knees” Matthew complied and Ivan moved to shift the housecoat fully
off of him, tossing it to the side and letting Matthew sit back on his ankles
again.
Ivan backed away slightly, shuffling back on the bed “stay like that” He said
as his eyes raked over Matthews flushed and exposed skin. Matthew watched
carefully as his Daddy moved to unbutton his vest, laying it on a bench at the
end of the bed, shirt coming undone next. Matthew’s hands went out behind him,
needing the extra support as he watched, panting, every part of him aching to
reach out and touch, but also knowing he needed to stay put like he was told.
The shirt didn’t receive as much care as the vest had, it followed the house
coat to the floor. Matthew couldn’t hold back a slight whine, he squirmed and
his cock twitched eagerly as Ivan’s hands went to his belt. The older man
smirked “you're being very good waiting” Ivan moved to stand beside the bed,
pants dropping. Matthew’s eyes were glued on him. “good boys deserve treats
da?” He purred, waving a finger to beckon him forward.
Matthew shifted to his hands and knees, crawling quickly across the bed to stop
in front of Daddy. His mouth watered, thinking of the last time… when he’d
repaid daddy a fraction… He craved the same feeling as much, if not more than
his own release right now. He bit his lip as he stared at the bulge contained
beneath red silk boxers. “Go ahead Matvy,” Matthew’s eyes flashed up, in
curiosity “you can touch” His heart raced and he smiled.
Matthew reached out with shaky hands, casting another glance upward before
refocusing on what was in front of him. Carefully he moved the fabric freeing
Ivan’s cock, the hardened length springing forth impressively. Matthew moved
forward, running a tentative lick to the head, waiting to see if he would be
told off.
He wasn’t, instead receiving an encouraging hum of approval. Matthew felt the
reaction cloud his head, moving more solidly forward, enjoying the taste as he
ran his tongue from the base to the tip, The feel of hot velvety flesh pushing
him further. His eyes were half lidded as he moved faster, continuing to run
the length with his tongue, mouthing the head of Daddy’s cock every few licks.
a soft groan broke above him “mmm good boy” Ivan said, voice thick. Matthew
looked up through his lashes as his tongue ran over the slit, before he closed
them, moving his mouth to take the length in, sucking and lapping greedily.
It felt heavy against his tongue, and he moaned lightly at the welcomed weight.
There was a brief image that flashed through his mind, Daddy pinning him,
sinking in deep and a needy whimper accompanied the following shudder of
hopeful anticipation.
-
Ivan watched the display with hungry eyes. Matthew’s head was bobbing, his back
arching slightly as he did. the vibrations from the moans and whimpers he was
making were rocking through Ivan and he was close. His hand went to grab the
base of his cock, stopping the orgasm in its tracks as he gently pushed Matthew
back.
He kept his hand in place as he looked down on the boy, lips swollen and red,
shining with spit. His eyes half lidded and hazy with need. his chest heaving
as he panted through his arousal.
He was absolutely perfect like this.
“Did I do something wrong daddy?” He asked, voice a little strained.
“No little one, you did everything just right.” He reached a hand out, pushing
the still wet curls off Matthew's face. “but now daddy wants you to lay down,
so he can make us both feel good da?”
Ivan chuckled as the little blonde darted to lay on his back, arms bent to his
sides. His face was a beautiful shade of pink, lower lip caught between his
teeth once more. The only thing that wasn't right was that his legs were
pressed closed, but that was easy to correct.
Ivan moved onto the bed, shucking his boxers in the process. His hands each
took a thigh in hand guiding them open with little resistance. Matthew squirmed
as he was made vulnerable, the hard member that laid against his stomach
twitching in anticipation.
"Such a needy little thing you are..." Ivan muttered moving to kneel between
the open legs, his hands still resting against Matthews upper thighs.
Slowly, he rubbed circles with his thumbs against the milky skin, his eyes
taking in the sight. He wanted to savor this.
Ivan leaned forward placing a kiss on the boys quivering lips, his hand racing
beside the bed for a bottle of lube. "You are being a very good boy for
daddy..." he whispered as his lips trailed along Matthews jaw. Matthew
whimpered in reply working hard to stay still.
Ivan opened the lid pouring some of the contents onto his fingers before moving
them lower brushing the sticky substance against Matthews entrance. "Do you
want this Matthew?" The blonde nodded feverishly. "No little one" he purred "I
want to hear you. I want you to beg for it. "
"Please daddy! Oh please... please please please. .." he said breathlessly.
Ivan smiled. Moving to push the tip of his finger in, smiling as it was easily
welcomed with a gasp.
He moved worked slowly to open Matthew up, taking in the small squeaky whimpers
and soft moans. He cock throbbed, body humming with arousal. He loved watching
this part of it. Something innocent and untouched being ruined just for him.
Only for him. his hand pressed to hold Matthews hips still as a third thick
finger was added, causing him to cry out and whimper. but he breathed through
it and Ivan could feel him working to relax “Good Matvey”
“Daddy please…” Matthew gasped as his hips twitched down, his face and chest
flushed, eyes lidded.
Ivan smirked, twisting his hand and angling his fingers before moving them to
rub against Matthew prostate. The boys back arched off the bed and he cried
out, panting harder with want. “Daddy please what Matvey?” he purred,
assaulting the spot again.
“P-please Daddy!” He cried out as his hands grabbed at the sheets. “p-put it
in… I need you inside me please!” he begged, losing inhibitions in the throws
of need.
Ivan withdrew his fingers smiling at the sound of protest. “since you used such
nice manners…” He leaned forward, catching Matthews red lips in a deep kiss as
he slicked himself.
He had to catch himself, go slowly and gently… Matthew had been there for
months and god knows how long before he came to Ivan it was that he had been
taken like this. He had nothing against pain for punishment or pleasure… but he
wanted Matthew to enjoy their first time together. he was sentimental like
that. no matter how much he craved his dolls by the time he took them the first
time… and god did he want Matthew…
He pressed himself against Matthew’s entrance, rubbing against the ring of
muscles gently smirking against the his lips as it twitched He broke the kiss,
hovering over Matthew as he pushed against it, watching as the blondes face
contorted in pain at the large intrusion. “good…” He cooed, moving a hand to
smooth it over Matthew’s hair. “take a little more for Daddy…” He murmured
pushing in. Matthew whimpered softly, shaking and looking into his eyes until
Ivan had sunk all the way in.
He peppered kisses over Matthew’s face, waiting for him to adjust, a hand moved
to Matthews' hips, rubbing slow circles against the bone to try and ease him.
“You feel so good around me Matvey” He whispered as he kissed up his jaw. His
voice strained a bit as he resisted the urge.
Matthew let out a shaky sigh at the words, and Ivan felt him relax further.
Moving slowly Ivan pulled out, slipping back in.
-
Matthew felt like he was going to tear in two when he was first fully filled.
Daddy was so big! but once he started moving…. “oh!” Matthew cried softly, he
was so stretched, he could feel every inch of his insides being stroked at
once, his body shuddered in a mix of pleasure and pain.
Daddy was moving slowly for him. Making sure he wasn’t hurt and It made Matthew
deliriously happy. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been touched so
softly… had he ever?
Ivan started to move faster, only a bit, but it had Matthew moaning. He had
adjusted to the size as this point, He wanted more. The length brushed against
the sensitive bundle of nerves inside him at every thrust and he was seeing
stars. “Daddy” He moaned loudly “please daddy I’m okay, please more” He begged,
his pleas were answered.
Ivan’s hands moved to anchor him hovering over Matthew and the speed picked up
considerably. Matthew threw his head back, moving his hips down to meet Ivan,
He couldn’t stop the sounds that fell from his lips, his hands moving to hold
onto Ivan’s arms as his toes curled.
soon he was chanting, 'yes Daddy' falling off his lips so fast it would become
tangled, only interrupted by gasps and wordless cries that broke through. He
felt pressure coiling low in his stomach and he gasped out the words
desperately “Daddy, please! Daddy I’m gonna-” a sharp intake and his body tense
as he held back “oh please can I cum please daddy!” he sobbed.
Ivan, who was panting heavily leaned down and caught his mouth, Matthew arched
into it, trying to plead without speaking, convey his need. Ivan pulled back,
and Matthew tried again voice wrecked as it came out completely broken “Please
daddy!”
Ivan smirked “Da cum for daddy” He purred, and as if to drive his permission
home, he started thrusting harder, as deep as he could. Matthew cried out,
losing control almost an instant later. white ribbons coated him, the feeling
only intensifying as he felt Daddy's hot seed fill him. He was a mess of wanton
moaning and writhing as he rode it out, Ivan’s groans above him only
contributing to the wave he was riding.
When his body finally relaxed, finally milked of every second of pleasure, he
melted back into the pillows, eyes barely staying open as he stared adoringly
up at Ivan. The large man was smiling and he felt lips brush over his forehead,
moving to his nose. Matthew giggled, still high in the afterglow. It earned a
smile and a pleasant hum.
Matthew squirmed uncomfortable for a second when Ivan drew out, the emptiness
feeling oddly uncomfortable. His discomfort was forgotten a second later when
he was suddenly moved. He squeaked but quickly relaxed when he found himself
with his head against Ivan’s chest, arms wrapped around him. “Go to sleep for
now little one… rest while you can” he purred.
Matthew nodded, snuggle in close, happy, comfortable and safe feeling, not even
the usually echo of argument in the far back corner of his mind. just empty
contentment buzzing through him.
***** Sisters are forever *****
Chapter Notes
     wow... this took forever to write -.-'
     I had a huge block I couldn't seem to break past for this story, but
     I was talking to a friend and a little encouragement seemed to break
     right through all that!
     The next chapter should be easier, because I have most of it written
     anyway! gotta knit it together though.
Matthew sat nervously in front of the mirror, clutching his teddy bear to his
chest as Daddy brushed his hair. He was being moved to a room with more of
Daddy's precious little dolls, boys just like him, they would be his sisters
Ivan had explained. He had been told they were excited to meet him, that he’d
have people to play with while Daddy was busy with work. The thought made
Matthew relieved and sad all at once. He wouldn’t be alone anymore, not going
back to the room with the uncomfortable bed and cold walls. But at the same
time, It meant Daddy wouldn’t be there all the time like he had been for the
past two days.
Ivan’s hand ran over Matthew’s hair before slipping a band over his head to
help hold it back out of his face. It was purple, and it matched not only the
hue in his eyes but the pretty dress he had been given to wear to. “What is the
matter Matvey?” Matthew perked looking up and at Ivan in the reflection. his
eyes dropping again.
“What if they don’t like me?” He whispered shakily. Ivan’s lips went to his
hair comfortingly
“They will love you little one. Just like Daddy does da?” Matthew blushed,
looking up through his lashes with a small smile.
Ivan returned the smile, hands resting on Matthew’s shoulders “Now, are you all
ready?” The blonde boy took a deep breath and nodded.
They arrived at the door not long after, Matthew’s eyes were glued to the floor
as it opened and he was shuffled forward and in. “Good morning, daddy” Came a
chorus of voices. Matthew peeked up through his lashes. They were all dressed
up like him, different colours of dresses and their hair styled in their own
ways. They were also all smiling at him. He flushed red smiling back shyly.
They were the first people other than Daddy he had seen in he didn’t know how
long… It was a little scary. He moved to hide behind Ivan’s hand, shaking a
bit. There were so many of them!
“Say hello to Matvey boys,” Ivan said gently, an air of command in his voice.
The first to speak was the tallest, he had kind eyes and wavy hair like
Matthew’s, only brown.
“Hello Matvey,” He said in a happy but soothing tone, like when you spoke to a
spooked horse “I’m Toris, and this is Eduard and Ravis.”
Matthew peeked over Ivan's hand, scanning his eyes over them, the blonde with
glasses Toris had called Eduard blushed a little bit with a smile. “We’ve been
waiting to meet you…” Matthew blushed deeper in response. They… They had been
waiting for him? He bit his lip and cast a look up at Ivan, who was smiling
down on him.
“Would you like me to read you a story?” Asked the smallest boy, Raivis, He was
partly hiding behind Toris. Matthew looked over at him with wide eyes… He was a
little soothed by the nerves the other was showing off. He looked down for a
moment thinking before nodding.
-
Ivan sat in the room for the first hour or so, just watching the sisters
interacting. Raivis read to Matthew, the pair sitting right next to each other
as they looked over the pictures. After that, Eduard moved in offering to show
Matthew his new room since Ivan had unlocked a spare bedroom, moving two beds
in. Eduard and Matthew would be rooming together.
Ivan smiled as Matthew almost cried at the sight of the fluffy pink bedspread.
running his hands over it before he fell to his knees and hugged the softness
to his face. At that point, Toris moved in, demonstrating the oldest sister
role as he moved a hand to Matthew’s back stroking it and helping him, still
sobbing, to Ivan where Matthew buried his face against the jacket and mumbled
his thanks over and over
“Of course Matvey, you are Daddy's good little boy now da?” He asked with a
soft smile.
Matthew looked up beaming “Yes Daddy, I love you.” Ivan's heart melted and his
smiled widened and he leaned over and kissed the blonde curls
“I love you too little one.” he said, looking and noticing the somewhat
surprised looks on the faces of his other dolls.
Toris had never left this wing, He had been brought straight here when he was
taken. Ivan's first little one. Sure he had had toys before… but it had left
him empty feeling… He wanted someone to care for, and Toris had been the first
of those someones.
It had taken Toris six months to return the I love you’s he received, and a
year before he started giving them willingly. Eduard had been slightly quicker
under Toris’s example at nine months (the first four of those being spent in a
cell breaking) and Little Raivis had only started volunteering the words
shortly before Ivan received Matthew.
It was a faster progression, without much of a lead… But Matthew was different
than the others. Guilt was something Ivan instilled in all of them naturally,
making them hate themselves for their previous behaviors so he could save them,
But none of them had felt a lot of guilt before he showed them the error of
their ways…
Matthew on the other hand apparently had guilt to spare.
The three previous dolls had each had their reasons to cause guilt, things Ivan
could latch onto, and he had assumed Matthew was much the same. Raivis had been
an out of control teen who drank instead of... well anything else really.
Eduard was a runaway and a thief, focusing on mostly lifting credit cards and
Toris was simply selling himself, much like Matthew for drugs. All having
something they had done that was punishable.
Matthew was a surprise. Ivan knew of his drug use, guessed at the sleeping
around and It wasn’t hard to piece together that his family would have been
concerned considering some of his first words at being taken… But Ivan had
assumed the pills had started because he had partied like Raivis and Toris.
Discovering what seemed to be the more disturbing reason with the dates lining
up…
It seemed Matthew had more guilt and had been more grateful for forgiveness and
acceptance. He had truly been lost in a pit he had no desire to be stuck in,
and Ivan had pulled him out of it and basically had passed off the mention of
murder like it was alright. It wasn’t something Ivan saw him as bad for,
freeing him from the deeper more poisonous guilt Ivan hadn’t had to manufacture
at all.
shortly after Matthew stopped crying, Ivan took his leave. He loved watching
the four of them as they giggled, Matthew nervously joining in on their games.
However, he had work he had to do
“I’ll be back tonight to bring dinner up da? Katyusha will bring in your lunch.
I’ll be watching over you while I work my darlings” He said, gently placing
kisses on each of the waiting lips. He smiled widely as he left the room and
headed for his office feeling a weight lift off his shoulders as Matthew was
finally in the happier place.
-
Matthew spent the next few days in bliss. He was never alone, he had books and
soft things and stuff he could do! The food was better, and even though he had
hidden behind Toris when she first came in, Auntie Kat was nice.
Their area was great too. He had been too distracted at first to really look,
but when he did he wasn't disappointed. So much pink and purple, lace and silk
bows, books and dolls and a tea set. the carpet was as fluffy as the one in
Ivan's room, only this one was a deep purple. The far wall hosted a large board
for art to be displayed on. It was cozy and warm feeling, even with the lack of
windows it was very bright.
He had difficulties at night, though... He didn't like the dark. Yes, the rooms
had nightlights, but it wasn't safe enough. He cried at the thought of hearing
the harsh words hissing in his ear again. But Daddy thought of everything. The
tiny glowing light that had been Matthew's savior after every time the dark
came was left on the table next to his bed. He could stare right at it as he
went to sleep. It reminded him of Daddy coming back, and in a small way at
least helped to calm him.
But the best parts were always when Daddy came back. Matthew’s eyes would light
up and he would stand and wait to be greeted with the others. He would spend
time with them, cuddling or playing and reading. Matthew was eager for every
second of attention he could get but…He was a bit jealous… When he had been
alone and daddy came, he didn’t have to share any of the attention. Ivan only
had eyes for him. But now?
“Matvey, you have to give others a chance da?” Ivan said with a chuckle as
Matthew scooched closer again, hoping to be scooped onto the empty lap.
Matthew frowned a little “yes Daddy” He said and moved back away. He watched
from the corner of his eyes as Ivan called Eduard over to sit. It wasn’t fair!
not like he even tried… he only came when he was called…
But that wasn’t fair of Matthew either. They were only doing what Daddy wanted…
maybe he wanted Matthew to be more obedient. Speak when spoken to, come when
called, be quiet, like Toris, in between. He curled his knees up and brought
the polar bear that rarely left his hands closer to his chest. Was Matthew not
being good enough?
“Come colour Matvey?” Matthew looked up at Raivis, shaken out of his internal
moment. he gave a small smile and nodded uncurling and taking the hand the
other blonde offered as the two walked to the small art table, each opening a
colouring book to start.
Matthew found himself smiling a little more as he filled in a cat with bright
orange, The other boy stayed close to him and having a body there was
comforting. Even if it wasn’t daddy’s. They giggled and shared the crayons,
talking about their favourite colours.
He had moved on to making a horse purple when he heard a click of knees bending
and felt arms wrap around him from behind. Matthew jumped a bit and turned
smiling big as Ivan was kneeling between the two younger boys, arms slid around
both. “What pretty pictures you two are making over here” Matthew blushed and
Raivis beamed. Ivan moved close to Raivis and he bowed his head a bit, Ivan
kissing his forehead gently before turning to Matthew.
Matthew knew he wanted to be good like the others, but he wanted this too.
rather than mimicking Raivis and ducking his head, Matthew angled his face up
hopefully. He was rewarded, melting into the lips that brushed against his.
When Ivan pulled away Matthew had a somewhat dopey smile. "I love you daddy "
"I love you too daddy" came Raivis' voice Ivan smiled looking between them
"I love you to boys," he said hugging them both closer. "But it's bedtime, so
go get dressed okay? "
The boys left their crayons and Matthew bounced off to his bed, picking up the
nightgown that had been left for him. Eduard came into the room getting dressed
similarly. The pair crawled into their beds.
They say and waited for Ivan to come in and tuck them in for the night when
Matthew frowned "Eduard?" The other boy hummed "do you think I'm being good
enough?"
The blonde next to him day up and gave him a look like he was trying to figure
out what he had just said before smiling "you're being really good Matvey.
Daddy has been extra happy since you came upstairs."
Matthew beamed. Wiggling a little in happiness as his face reddened. Eduard
tilted his head to the side and started again, “but why-” he was however cut
off as the door opened and Daddy came in to read them to sleep. Matthew
snuggled down in his warm comfortable bed, with his fluffy teddy, getting one
last kiss from daddy before closing his eyes gently and drifting off to the
sounds of Goldilocks and the three bears.
***** Sparks and screaming *****
Chapter Notes
     oh dear lord... this .... I wrote like three chapters all at once...
     because i squished them together too much. then TheRedAngel helped
     point out I was rushing, so It got pulled back and slowed down...
     turning it into one and a half chapters and i finished the second
     one... then I read it over again and decided it was shit, so I edited
     and re wrote the crap out of it AGAIN and it stretched into three!
     so here! here is the first one! on the bright side I have
     accidentally put myself ahead of the game again! hooray!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Over the following week Matthew once more adjusted to his life. He enjoyed his
time with his new sisters, Not being alone was such a huge thing for him. He
had been left in that tiny room so long he had forgotten what it felt like to
have other people around him.
Things he had adjusted to doing alone no longer needed to be that way. Over his
months of confinement he had found ways to comfort himself, not all of them
were healthy. He, for one, had picked up the ability to stare into nothingness
for hours. when he slipped into this the first time, the others were quietly
doing activities. he hadn’t even realized an hour went by when Raivis pulled
him out.
“If you're just gonna sit there anyway, come to the couch we’ll curl up and
look at a book!” He said gently once Matthew’s eyes had focused again. Matthew
followed, still a little dazed, as he was dragged off. Raivis sat right next to
Matthew, practically in each others laps with the book spread between them.
looking at the pictures as they read the story smiling. After the first time,
Raivis seemed to pull him away more often for story time.
He had also hurt himself a number of times in his solidarity. weather he
tripped, or scratched himself, or even bit his lip too hard when the darkness
came… Matthew had learned to deal with whatever injury he had until Daddy came
to see him next. If it was bad, it would be cleaned and bandaged, but most the
time, he just ignored them. He would deal with the pain and keep going. It had
been surprising to him first when that wasn’t something he needed to do
anymore.
Matthew had colouring and moved a piece of paper, winding up with a paper cut.
He hissed, it stung. Of course he had worse, but paper-cuts were one of those
annoying things that hurt more then they should, and this one was bleeding. He
frowned at it and sighed. He was about to go back to his work, bleeding thumb
pressed against his finger to stem the bleeding, when Eduard appeared beside
him
“here, let me see” He said taking Matthew’s hand, holding a tissue to it to
catch the blood. a moment later Toris was beside the pair with a box of band-
aids. His cut was quickly cleaned and covered by Eduard and he blushed as Toris
moved to kiss it lightly.
“T-thank you,” he said with a small smile looking down, feeling cared for.
“What are sister for? we help each other right?” Toris said brushing a hand
through Matthew’s hair and earning a large smile. Matthew was embarrassed a
moment later when he realized he leaned into the touch. It was the way Daddy
always touched him sometime, especially after he had been hurt (though never
for such a tiny cut)… He turned even redder, but Toris simply gave a shy smile
“want me to brush your hair Matvey?” He asked kindly. Matthew nodded shyly and
was lead toward the couch. He found quickly having his hair brushed was
fantastic, so relaxing… and since Toris had the same length hair as him, he
knew not to pull. It became a regular thing, Matthew happy to be touched and
fussed over.
Eduard seemed to flit from thing to thing, unable to focus much. Matthew
wondered if he had always been like that, or it it was a result of having
nothing to do for so long, that now he didn’t know which thing to do. “hey do
you wanna do a puzzle with me?” eduard suddenly appeared behind him asking.
Matthew looked at the table to the art project he swore Eduard had just
started, but he smiled and nodded when he saw it was done.
They worked on the puzzle and managed to finish it, but then darted off to
something else. Matthew followed close behind him, adopting a bit of the busy
feeling. He understood it now, after having nothing to do for so long there was
a sense of accomplishment in doing things. Even something as simple as a
puzzle, It was something he finished! It definitely felt good everytime he
finished something, but he didn’t get nearly as much out of it as Eduard. After
a few hours of keeping up with the frantic pace, he slowed choosing to take his
time at things and rest as he watched the other flit here and there.
The attention, company and contact was wonderful… but he missed daddy when he
wasn’t around. His mind kept wandering back to what the large man was doing,
where he was, how long until lunch and will Daddy bring it this time? His mind
began and ended that way.
what was worse is he seemed to be the only one looking at the door obsessively.
The others having long before adjusted. He was with people, and they were all
so nice to him! it was great… but none of them seemed to understand how much he
missed Daddy…
on the eighth day in the room, there was a day he hadn’t come at all until bed
time. Matthew had spent most of that afternoon and into the evening curled up
in each sister's lap in turn crying. they all tried to find things to do for
him, but seemed a bit bewildered by his crying jags. They just didn’t
understand! He needed Daddy! It felt like there was a hole in his chest that
was screaming to be filled and it only got louder the longer between seeing
him...
When he had finally appeared in time for bed, Matthew had been so happy! Ivan
had given him a hug and a kiss, but had then peeled him off with a chuckle
“your sisters have been waiting just as long Matvey, don’t be greedy” He felt a
stab to his heart as he watched each of the receive their attention… He didn’t
want to be mad at them, they had been here first, but he couldn’t help the
flash of anger as he watched Daddy fuss over them while ignoring him!
How could Daddy ignore him! wasn’t he special?!
or were the others just more special to him.
His feeling of upset over the display only increased before they were sent off
to bed “you’re coming with me tonight Toris, it’s your turn” He said placing a
kiss on the brown waves
“Okay daddy” Toris said sweetly, smiling and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
Matthew fought back the urge to scream, but he couldn’t hold back the sad pout
that had taken over his face. Toris got to spend the night with Daddy… he
hadn’t even looked sad once today!
“Matvey?” He looked up startled when Ivan was right in front of him, a hand
went to cup his chin, a thumb wiping away the tear Matthew hadn’t been aware he
shed. “It will be your turn soon little one, but we have to be fair da?
“Yes daddy…” Matthew whispered, dropping his head as Ivan took his hand away.
“I love you very much little one…” He said softly.
“I love you too Daddy” He answered voice catching a little.
Ivan tucked them into bed, he carried one of the mattresses from Toris and
Raivis room and put it between Matthew and Eduard's bed so the youngest of them
wouldn’t need to be alone, and he and Toris left.
Matthew curled up in his bed as soon as he heard the door shutting with the dry
click of the lock and buried his face. hot angry and jealous tears ran down his
face… a whole day without him, he had to share the attention, and then Toris
got attention all to himself?! It wasn’t fair. The ache in his chest screamed.
The morning had been rough on all of them, Matthew had been in a bad mood and
he wasn’t hiding it. getting teary, hugging his bear to him, out right sulking.
Eduard had offered to brush his hair like Toris did, but he snapped a quick no
before storming off into his room. The last thing he wanted to think of right
now was stupid Toris!
the brunette was brought back just before lunch, Ivan had stopped and kissed
them all, pausing on Matthew and looking into his eyes in particular, Matthew
knew he had dark circles… not sleeping while thoughts of Toris with Ivan the
way he had been made him feel ill… Ivan sighed and gave him an extra kiss
before he turned to leave to get back to work.
It took a good few hours even after he was back for Matthew to calm down a
little… He felt guilty. getting so jealous over sweet Toris… the one who
brushed his hair and kisses his cut… He loved Daddy to. So he had taken up the
brush, taking a turn at happily brushing out the others hair, in return. A
silent apology for all the anger and hateful thoughts that Toris didn’t even
know had existed.
If only he could have held onto that sentiment of fairness when Ivan came that
night, whisking Eduard away this time. He slept, or rather didn’t, on a
mattress on the floor in the other room, stewing the whole night.
Sure Toris loved Daddy… but did Eduard?! He didn’t seem very loving. Not as
loving as Matthew! He remembered the way Eduard had only given Ivan a kiss on
the cheek that morning when he came in and his blood boiled. He probably didn’t
even appreciate the time he got! Matthew barely slept again, not even
pretending as he glared at the ceiling, ignoring any and all whispered attempts
to ask if he was alright.
Another tense morning went by, and this time at least Raivis was prepared for
hurricane Matthew. he refused his breakfast, wouldn’t talk to anyone, and the
weirdest things made him start sobbing...
When Eduard came back Matthew’s eyes flashed to his face. He looked relieved!
relieved! how dare he! Matthew couldn’t even bring himself to get up, if he did
he didn’t know what he’d do. he was just curled up tighter, leaning against the
couch when Ivan came up.
“Matvey…” He said softly, running a hand over Matthew’s hair, and he couldn’t
help but lean into it. “You just have to be patient da? tomorrow night it will
be your time, alright?” Matthew’s breath hitched, as he nodded, trying not to
cry. He had received a kiss, and apology about not being able to stay longer,
but Daddy had to return to work.
Matthew didn’t warm up to Eduard again that day at all, Ignoring his existence
altogether.
Once they said their goodnights and for the third, heartbreaking time Matthew
watched one of his sisters leave with daddy, Toris had opted to stay in the
room alone. That meant it was just Matthew and Eduard in their room, Matthew
was silent, more sad than angry by this point. Raivis was smaller then him…
cuter… Daddy probably liked him so much more. The hole in his chest, had
finally screamed itself raw, and now it just ached.
by the next morning, after a third day of next to no sleep, Matthew didn’t even
want to get out of bed. Refusing to try even when Katyusha came in the try and
wake him, he claimed he didn’t feel good…
However, he didn’t snap or refuse when Toris came in to brush his hair. Talking
to him softly, telling him Raivis would be back soon, everything was fine… It
helped and after his hair was thoroughly brushed, he dragged himself out into
the playroom and to the couch. Eduard cautiously came over with a muffin
Katyusha had left for him, sitting and watching as he ate it looking nervously
over him. Matthew probably looked like death warmed over, but at least his hair
was neat.
He felt bad again for how Jealous he’d gotten of all of them. It wasn’t like
they were doing this to hurt him! and now here they were, just as soft and
gentle as always with him...
It was an hour and a half when the door opened and Raivis came in with Ivan,
Matthew was more peaceful by this point (though still a little sad and lonely
feeling)… he knew tonight was his night, he even smiled a teeny tiny smile as
the happy little blonde returned to the play room.
That smile however didn’t stay long.
---
Ivan couldn’t have been more thrilled with life over the following weeks.
Everything seemed to be going exactly as he wanted it to. though, usually
that’s when things start to go to hell.
He had finally decided the boys had settled enough to take each for one on one
time, He started, as always, with Toris, Eduard the night after, and Raivis the
next. Tonight would have been Matthew’s night… The boy had been suffering
through it, he could tell. Learning to share was hard, but It was something he
needed to learn having three sisters.
Tonight would have been his reward for waiting, Ivan had so many things planned
to make his newest little doll feel special… but work became a nightmare. He
had to leave Raivis to sleep in his room alone first thing in the morning when
it started, and it looked like he was going to be stuck in the office all
night. He was going to be making calls and yelling at people, no way he could
give Matthew a fair night when he probably wouldn’t make it to the bed until
the morning at some point, if at all… So he was forced to put it off a night.
when he got into the room, he saw the exhaustion on Matthew’s face mixed with
some form of relief Ivan knew he was about to crush. his heart hurt for the
boy…He walked over and watched Matthew’s face fall at the sorry look Ivan wore.
Ivan knelt in front of the couch, putting a hand out onto his thigh as he spoke
softly, “Matvey, I know you’ve been so good with waiting and tonight is suppose
to be your turn, but Daddy has to work.” Matthew looked like he would start
crying, his breathing already a little shaky “I need you to be good for me
okay? I’ll even come and get you early tomorrow for your night okay?” Matthews
fingers dug into the fabric of the dress he wore as he struggled to stay
composed,
“y-yes Daddy” he whispered trying to give him a smile, but it wouldn’t have
fooled a blind man. Ivan placed an extra long kiss on Matthew’s lips, feeling
his own disappointment at needing to wait as Matthew melted so easily into it.
He would have no problem finding motivation to scream at people tonight at
least.
Throughout Ivan’s day, between calls and emails and looking through files, He
turned on the camera. His first three dolls, playing as usual, but Matthew
hadn’t moved from the couch yet. He was curled with his head tucked against his
knees. Ivan wondered if he was crying, he hoped not as smile fell into a deep
frown.
Every time the camera was turned on that day, Matthew was in the same position.
how he managed to hold still like that for so long without shifting was
troubling… but Ivan was more concerned with the boys mental well being. He had
broken so perfectly, probably the best job Ivan had done, but now Matthew was
struggling to be rebuilt, he was on a good foundation, but the next layer was
going up shaky. Ivan cringed knowing part of it was his fault, this night had
been key… but there was also no way it was going to happen.
The next three men he called probably pissed their pants.
By bedtime, Ivan could barely hold himself back from stealing Matthew away from
the room and just sitting the boy in his office on his lap for the night.
something to make him feel wanted and paid some degree of attention too… but as
much as he loved his boys, he couldn’t find it in himself to trust them outside
of their area without him right there, watching them like a hawk. He would be
to distracted by the phone calls… besides… The boy desperately needed sleep by
the look of him, and his office was far from a peaceful place.
So, when he went to tuck his boys in, he had merely took an extra five minutes
after reading to everyone. After he closed the book he walked to Matthew’s bed,
sitting on the end and shifting the blonde up into his lap “Hello there little
one”
“Hello Daddy,” Matthew said without much of anything in his voice. He curled
into Ivan and Ivan wrapped his arms around tight
“You know Daddy loves you little one… I’m so sorry tonight got put off, but
tomorrow I’m all yours okay? You get to come sleep in Daddy’s bed, and it’ll
just be me and you.” Matthew nodded against him, “You’re such a good little boy
Matvey” he murmured, putting his lips against the blondes hair and rocking
gently. In the end, Matthew fell asleep curled against him.
Ivan took a moment, looking down on the sweetly sleeping form, his hand
clutching loosely to Ivan’s shirt. He wanted to sit there longer, just
watching, but work was calling and he couldn’t put it off any longer. He
sighed, standing and moving to place the sleeping figure back in bed, placing
the teddy into his arms and kissing his head once more.
He moved from bed to bed, checking each boy before he turned, leaving to get
back to his own hellish night
Chapter End Notes
     i dunno if anyone cares, but here's the playlist (some songs left out
     because it'll give away the feel for later chapters) I listen to
     while writing this story.
     skillet:
     Whispers in the dark-
     You're better than drugs
     would it matter
     forgiven
     Skylar grey:
     love the way you lie part 3
     slowly freaking out
     Beautiful nightmare
     Ashlee simpson- kicking and screaming
     porcelain and the tramps- King of the world
     you raise me up
     starset - My deamons
     Taylor swift - Invisible (because what else says NO I LOVE YOU THE
     MOST!!!)
     AND! my craptastic art for this story, just because.
     http://imgur.com/FP7yae6
     I never draw Ivan well -.-'
***** of nightmares and reality *****
Chapter Notes
     I couldn't help myself! I needed to post this chapter! It was NEEDED!
     (even if i did update yesterday... my other stories are gonna kick my
     ass...)
     so enjoy! extra chapter because i hulked out temporarily there with
     the writing!
Matthew looked down the dark street nervously. He was starting to regret
telling Papa and Alfred he’d be fine coming back himself after the movie. He
had just felt so coddled! Alfred being too sick to come tonight was supposed to
be his chance to prove he was mature enough to handle this!
If Alfred went out alone, Papa didn’t pick him up. If Al and Matt went out,
Papa didn’t pick them up. It was only if Matthew went out without his brother
that his father came and got him. He wasn’t a baby, He was 13 and he was the
same age as Alfred, he could handle this just as well!
As he walked he kept his head down, thinking as he went… Alfred, though his
twin with a near photocopied face, was bigger than him, He always had been.
People assumed Matthew was a year or two younger more often than not. It was
irritating, even more so when they had to explain it. People reacting in
surprise to finding out they were twins, Identical twins even, same DNA and
everything. It’s not his fault his big fat brother took most the food….
He looked down the street, casting one last glance at the bright lights of the
theatre, It was only four blocks to the bus stop and he could still see his
friends walking the other way laughing. curse them for not living in the same
area… He sighed looking ahead again.
It was kind of creepy when only the street lights lit the way, shadowy back
lands between every building, but two blocks in Matthew started to relax, there
was no one out here. Besides, he was a teenager now! Weren’t people scared of
teenagers or something stupid like that? He should relax, who’d want to take a
teen boy anyway? Kid’s way easier and girls are attacked a lot more often (as
awful as it was, it was true. He did feel kind of guilty letting that fact
comfort him)
By block three he was smiling to himself. He had even put an earphone in,
keeping one out to listen for traffic, the music made the walk a little less
tedious, and he wasn’t going to jump every time a trash bag rattled.
he continued on his way, mouthing the words to the songs playing. the bus stop
was just in sight. He was feeling more and more confident with every step. He’d
be home soon, and maybe this would show his papa he could handle himself just
like Alfred did! Then, seemingly out of nowhere, he felt himself stumbling
backward, smile fading and eyes growing wide as a hand covered his mouth and
tugged him back into the dark back-lane.
He was panicking as the stench of BO and piss filled his nose, he struggled,
but the man in tattered clothing who had a hold of him was much larger. Before
he could even think to do much he hit the ground painfully on his stomach, his
chin hitting the alley floor. Matthew could feel his shirt being lifted and his
jeans being yanked down while he squirmed tears in his eyes. This wasn’t
happening. No no this was a bad dream, this doesn’t really happen right?!
No! Keep it together Matthew! Easier said than done… He cried out against the
hand as he felt fingers probing behind him painfully. Tears were flowing now,
every inch of him was crawling with disgust. He was screaming into the hand,
the sound dying there when his eyes caught the shine of something… a large
broken bottle. He grabbed for it, quickly slashing at the arm in front of his
mouth, It retracted “Fuck! You little shit!”
Matthew used the chance to spin his upper body as best he could, gaining some
ability as the man pulled himself back to examine his slashed open arm. He drew
back the bottle and thrust it forward with as much force as he could straight
up, and into the man's throat. The eyes of the unknown man went wide as he
struggled tipping to the side, clawing at it. Matthew didn’t watch after that,
struggling to get up and run back towards anywhere that had people and light
and was safe.
He got a block before he saw the convenience store. everything started sinking
in and he started panicking. He paused in his place looking at his blood
spattered jacket, What if the guy died? Oh god, he was definitely dead right?!
You don’t survive being stabbed in the damn throat right?!
He started hyperventilating… He would go to jail! He couldn’t deal with jail!
But he was a murderer right? No, it was self-defense, he was being attacked!
How often did you hear about guys being raped, though… what if they didn’t
believe him. Even if it was self-defense, he had just killed someone! Everyone
would look at him differently! He was a monster!
His mouth was dry as he tried to focus on a solution. His hand went to his
chin, pulling back to examine his own blood, he was sure from the feeling, his
knees were banged up, and he could see the road rash on his hands.
He took a deep breath, taking his coat off to fold it so the splatter wasn’t
visible and walked to the store, feeling safe if the light he pulled out his
phone and dialed. Papa picked up and thank goodness for his story because he
couldn’t keep the upset out of his voice “Papa, I- can you come pick me up? I
heard some guys fighting and I panicked and ran and i fell and I cut my chin
open please Papa” He rushed out.
Papa was there to pick him up in no time, Alfred right there with him still in
his pj's and looking like hell. After looking him over quickly and deeming it
not stitches worthy, Francis had ushered both boys into the back seat Alfred
facing him with a first aid kit on the seat between, cleaning up Matthew's chin
as Papa drove.
Days that followed had caused Matthew nothing but anxiety. He woke up in cold
sweats, images in his head of the man’s bloody hands clawing at the bottle. He
had shoved the coat into a bag in the back of his closet, having no clue what
to do with it and it was like it was screaming to be found. It felt, to
Matthew, like it was glaringly obvious what had happened. He felt like Alfred
was going to burst into his room ranting about how horrible Matthew was for
taking a human life, that he didn’t believe Matthew’s story. The murder,
however, hadn’t even made it to the news, that calmed him slightly… but not
nearly enough.
He lost it only seven days later. Hanging out with his friend Carlos. Carlos
was three years older than him, but he was a pretty cool guy. Kinda like a big
brother thing. Alfred didn’t like him at all, but Alfred didn’t control him. At
least papa didn’t seem to be worried about him going out during the day.
Nothing would happen in the sunlight, and he would be with friends.
He and Carlos were sitting at the park, Carlos had a cherry cigar lit, both
drinking milkshakes. They were just talking about school and general teenage
stuff when sirens started going somewhere near by. Matthew tensed and started
hyperventilating, When they got closer he didn’t even think, just got up, his
milkshake falling to spill over the black-top and ran to under the play
structure. He covered his ears and curling in on himself trying to be as small
as possible so they couldn’t find him!
“Hey! what the fuck?!” Carlos voice came across the playground before he
swooped under, swinging to sit on his knees in front of the blonde, “Matthew
what the hell?”
Matthew was crying, even as the sirens passed, he continued crying. Carlos was
obviously thoroughly confused watching the breakdown. He sighed and tried
gently,“man, you’ve been acting off all week, and now this… what is up?”
“I...I k-k- I stabbed... “ He tried again and again to spit it out, each time
interrupted by sobbing. He couldn’t keep it in! this was driving him crazy, and
Carlos was older, maybe he’d know what to do! Finally, he whispered shakily “I
killed s-someone”
Carlos just stared for a moment processing it before his eyes went wide and he
landed on his ass “shit dude…”
Matthew launched into the story, explaining the attack and how the bottle was
there and he panicked.
“Okay… Fuck” He wiped his hand across his mouth, “Okay Matt calm down. we
just.. shit… we gotta figure this shit out okay? The guy deserved it, fucking
sicko… but your gonna get fucking caught if you don’t chill the fuck out!”
“How am I supposed to chill out Carlos?” He snapped “I killed someone!”
“Hey, for one, shut the fuck up. Stop saying it! shit man…” his hands went to
his dreadlocks resting a hand over them as he stared to the side, “Okay… fuck…
here” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bottle shaking out a pill and
holding it out while looking right in Matthew’s eyes. “Take this.”
“What is it,” Matthew asked, still shaking like a leaf. He picked up and
staring at the little pill hesitantly.
“Just fucking trust me okay? It’s gonna help you chill the fuck out. You can
take the damn bottle… I can get more off my cousin. fuck dude…” He looked dazed
again for a moment before adding “Just… just don’t take more than one okay? Not
more than one in a six-hour period.” He tossed Matthew the bottle. “Go on!” he
insisted. Matthew nodded and swallowed the little pill with a sip of the others
milkshake when it was handed over, and tried to calm down. Carlos shifted to
beside him and wrapped his arms around Matthew from the side, “It’s gonna be
okay, I got your back alright?”
Matthew nodded again, he raised his hands to awkwardly hug Carlos’s arm to his
chest, his voice a little horse, “Thanks, Carlos”
He was falling, falling into darkness! No no no! please, Daddy! Please, I don’t
want the pills again! Light flooded his eyes as they opened, he was breathing
heavily, a hand on his chest as he sat up. He was in a fluffy pink bed, the
light next to him, and a teddy clutched against his side. He wanted Daddy… He
wanted, no he needed to feel safe and good again… But daddy wasn’t here!
He was shaking heavily tears on his face. Why had he dreamed of that? It had
been so long since he had. Maybe it was because he had been so upset? or maybe
the lack of sleep lately. he didn’t know exactly, but what he did know if he
wanted someone to snuggle up against. Matthew looked over at the bed next to
him, hopeful and then just confused. Eduard wasn’t there. Maybe he was in the
bathroom?
Either way Matthew got up quietly. He wanted someone near him… things to remind
him he was safe and it was Okay. He crept over to the other room to when he
heard voices, pausing as he heard the soft tones of his sisters replaced with
harsh whispers.
“What are we suppose to do about him!?” Eduard whispered nervously “I don’t
think he’s faking it…”
“No, you’re right,” Toris said “He definitely seems like he’s going about it
honestly…”
“B-but… What are we suppose to do now?! He’s not gonna help, and if he finds
out he’ll probably run right to Ivan with it!” Raivis’s voice shook and
Matthew’s eyes grew nervous, why was Raivis calling Daddy Ivan….
“Well obviously we’ll have to kill him too!” Eduard said, Matthew dared to peek
into the room, eyes wide.
“We can’t Ed, Matvey is just a kid… he had just as much say in this as any of
us did…” Toris said after clamping a hand over Raivis’s mouth to halt an
argument. Matthew’s stomach dropped… Eduard wanted to kill him?!
“So what do you suggest? I’m not sticking around forever because we got some
brain dead idiot in who fell for it!” His homicidal roommate snipped quietly
“You weren’t so far off from it yourself…” Toris replied with a sigh “ With the
way you clung to Ivan at first, I thought I was on my own with it, until you
started crying for your mommy in your sleep that is../”
“Yeah well…” Eduard grumbled crossing his arms and looking annoyed “He’s been
here two weeks and nothing! Just lighting up like a Christmas tree whenever
daddy- ” there was a sigh of irritation from Eduard “whenever Ivan comes in.
And did you see him today?! I would have been thrilled to have a night put off!
I mean I’d act sad… but I sure as hell wouldn’t sit and mope on the couch all
day.”
Toris nodded sadly “Not to mention the last few days…”
“I just can't believe we put this off waiting for him...” Eduard grumbled.
Ravis spoke up “We could wait until Matvey has a night with him… He would be
distracted and Matvey would be locked in another room. Then The police could
just come and get him out after!”
There was quiet for a moment “It could work. Really, I don’t see many other
options…” Toris said with a sigh. “Just remember Eduard, the goal isn’t killing
Ivan, It’s getting out. If we do, it’s a bonus, if we don’t the police will
take care of him.”
“Yeah yeah… incapacitate not decapitate, got it. Have we got enough weapons?”
“I just counted today, three behind the bookshelf, four in Raivis’s teddy, two
i each mattress and about ten in the couch, If that’s not enough to get out of
this house we may as well accept death. ”
"It'd be better than being stuck in here..." Raivis muttered they all looked
down in grim acceptance and Matthew turned to hurry back to his room in a quiet
panic.
He got into his bed and pulled the covers up over his ear, eyes shut. His mind
raced. They wanted to kill Daddy?! They… They were going to… They were going to
hurt him and leave him alone! How could they do that to Daddy! He had to tell
him!
A familiar dilemma arose, the dream playing back… Would Ivan believe him? He
had the other three boys for longer… Matthew was still new. He pushed away the
stab of jealousy that told him that meant Daddy loved them more. That wasn’t
the issue right now. The issue was that Daddy didn’t know that Matthew was the
only one who loved him.
Matthew knew what he had to do. He had to protect Daddy. He couldn’t let to
others hurt the man who had saved him, it was self-defense. Self-defense
because if Daddy died… or if someone took him from Daddy… Matthew’s heart would
break.
Eduard came back into the room and Matthew made sure every breath was measured
and even, throwing in a groggy murmur for good measure. The other laid down,
and not long after there was the tell tale sound of snoring. Matthew gave it
another while to make sure he was truly out before he rose silently from the
bed again.
Moving into the living room Matthew, as quietly as he could, went to the
bookshelf. He mauled everything over in his mind as he looked, his shock,
disgust and disbelief all crying out…
How did they not see how good Daddy was?! He had saved Matthew from so much of
his own evilness... Surely he had done the same for them! He was a good man...
He gave and gave and gave. He gave so much of himself to each of them. Loving
them, protecting them... but his so called sisters didn't care. No. They were
poison. Dangerous and indistinguishable. They took and took and took without
appreciation and when there was nothing more to give, they took the only thing
left... life itself. Yes, just like poison
But he wouldn't let them. Even if Daddy couldn't see it, Matthew could. Matthew
would save Daddy, just like Daddy had saved him, from the things he loved so
dearly that he couldn’t see were bad for him….
And in the end, Matthew would be the only one left, He would love Daddy enough
to make up for all of their betrayals.
His hand closed around three objects stuck in place. He cringed as something
cut him, but he pulled them out anyway. There was a toothbrush sharpened, a
pencil crayon with a sharper blade screwed onto the end and what looked like a
bunch of springs (from the couch or mattresses maybe?) that had been
straightened and fixed together, sharpened into a pointed end.
The pencil went carefully to tuck in behind his ear, blade point up so it would
harm him, the other two object rested in each hand. He walked back to his room,
pausing at the door and taking a breath. He had to do this… But could he? His
mind flashed back to the man and the broken bottle. it had been spur of the
moment… this was thought out.
He was wavering on his decision when Ivan’s smiling face popped into his head,
warm strong arms holding him on the floor after Matthew had confessed
everything, telling him he was good… Another Image of him cradling Toris
against him, kissing Eduard, picking Raivis up and nuzzling against his neck…
All the nights he would have spent with them, treating them like the center of
his world.
It was set then, this was happening. those filthy evil little whores didn’t
deserve Ivan, They didn’t deserve to be loved, didn't deserve to live...
***** Purging. *****
Chapter Notes
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     tags!
     It's a short chapter, the next one is much longer, but this one has
     obvious reasoning for being this length.
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Matthew entered the room quietly and stood over Eduard’s sleeping figure. while
he looked down on the peacefully unconscious blonde, he was hit with the
realization that he wasn’t entirely sure how to do this. His only guess was to
just go with what he knew...
Matthew raised the collection of springs adjusting his hand on the taped handle
the make sure he had a good enough grip. Without more than a grunt, not wanting
to alert the other two, he brought the weapon straight down driving it into
Eduard's throat with as much force as he could muster, burying it deep in the
soft flesh.
Blue eyes shot open as his body struggled. Blood beginning to pool around the
opening and quickly run off to soak the pillow below, Matthew yank back the
weapon, eyes wide as Eduard grasped at his throat gargling as he tried to
scream.
Matthew panicked as the other tried to get up, his sounds getting louder,
Matthew moved quickly straddling him on the bed and blindly brought the weapon
down again and again, looking for any soft and vulnerable areas. Blood sprayed,
coating him in the gore as he ripped the boy below him apart. He didn’t stop
until after Eduard had stopped moving.
He dropped the weapon and sat for a moment catching his breath and looking at
the mess… Matthew raised his hands, looking at the red that dripped from them
curiously. His body was shaking from the adrenalin, but his mind was steady and
quiet. Shifting his eyes, he looked down on the blood soaked body, mattress
coated in red… red everywhere… Matthew looked around the dimly lit room. It had
even splashed against the walls, both from the spurts coming from his throat,
and the black pull of the crude weapon.
It had been surprisingly easy, he didn’t feel nearly as horrified as he had
over the man in the alley, but he would need a quieter method for his next
kill… There were two in the next room, and one had a teddy full of weapons. He
remembered the list, The mattresses had things hidden in them.
After a search, and rolling the body off the bed and onto the floor, Matthew
found a tiny hole in the bottom, He used the pencil knife to slice it a little
and put it back before ripping the fabric open. he pulled out two objects. One
was a jagged piece of a broken toy from the looks of it, the other a fork with
sharpened prongs… How had they gotten a fork?! None of this would be good
enough…
He moved to the living room and tore the couch quietly apart. Finally, after
going through more nearly useless objects, his hands closed around something
familiar, a large piece of broken mirror. It had what looked like a pair of
panties wrapped around it with plenty of tape. he tested the edge on his thumb
and hissed as it cut with ease. He smiled coldly as he watched his own blood
run, Perfect…
Matthew crept, as silently as possible taking in his prospects… Toris was
bigger than him If he woke it would be harder to handle, but Raivis held that
damned bear of death… Matthew had no clue what could be in there, but whatever
it was it was bound to hurt.
Finally, the prospects of Toris seemed to outweigh the teddy. Matthew got a
good grip moving in a fluid motion to sit on Toris’s stomach, hand clamped over
his mouth. The brunette barely had time to wake and register a thing when the
makeshift blade he’s been planning on using on Ivan, was used against him
instead. Matthew drove it deep into the side of his neck and dragged it across,
blood spurting even more then Eduard's had. within seconds of the slice being
completed Toris’s eyes rolled back in his head. a gurgle coming from his throat
as his body twitched its way violently to death.
Matthew watched in sick fascination, he didn’t even seem to care around the
blood that was running off his face at this point.It had been so quick… so
easy… Matthew watched as move blood than he had expected emptied. He moved a
hand slowly to run a pinky along the slice when the spurting stopped… then a
scream rang out.
Matthew snapped out of his daze and whipped his head around to a terrified
looking Raivis, who had wound up splashed with blood himself.
“No!” He shouted and Matthew barely scrambled off the body as the boy ran from
the room, teddy clutched close. Matthew followed, catching him and tackling him
to the ground, his first thought on that damn bear. he had to get it! His hand
closed around it, other still holding the blade almost painfully. Raivis was
surprisingly strong, The Traitor had the nerve to call out for Daddy. Matthew
lost it
The blade came down on his shoulder drawing a cry of anguish. Raivis managed to
grab his wrist before the second blow connected and the bear was left as they
rolled, grunts and curses and pleading filling the air. Raivis managed to get
on top and Matthew felt a sharp pain against his head, the pencils blade had
shifted, biting into his skin during the struggle. Matthew growled and rolled
them again grabbing it with his other hand. quickly he slashed at Raivis's
wrist causing him to let go with a cry.
The glass came careening down and straight into the younger boys eye. A torn
howl pierced the air and Matthew ripped the weapon back out moving as quickly
as he could to stash it across Raivis's throat like he had done with Toris. The
struggle and light left the unruined violet eye that was so much like his own,
and Matthew sagged against the body beneath him.
It was done... the poison purged.
He took a moment to catch his breath. Leaning his head against the dead boys
below him and nuzzling it, he sighed in relief "you can't hurt Daddy now...
he's safe."
He stayed like that for a moment, A smile creeping across his face as he caught
his breath. he sat back up after a moment and looked down at the jagged and
hurried slice. Again he was enthralled. He dropped the glass and ran fingers
over the bloody wound.
It was like leather, or a slashed tire. Thick, and curled out with the relief
of no longer being stretched to connect... separating what use to be a whole
into two. He wondered what it would look like stitched back together, if it
hasn't been such a deadly blow, how would the skin have melded... how long
would it have taken to reattach itself? How thick would the resulting scar be?
He wouldn't know... a frown tugged at his lips. unquenchable Curiosity nagging
him...
He looked down on Raivis’s broken body and felt a pang of sadness at the loss,
he had been such a sweet boy... but it was quickly overridden when he
remembered it had been a lie, they had all just been dirty liars.. He stood and
walked between the three bodies. They were all dead, gone and no longer a
threat. But they all looked so peaceful and innocent... they didn't deserve
that peace, not really.
Another idea went off in his head as he approached Toris, a soft smile on
Matthew's lips as he stroked the almost completely unmarked skin. "I have to
make sure everyone knows what you were, " he whispered before moving to sit on
the now cooling body. He smiled peacefully as he brought the sharpener blade he
had returned to its spot behind his ear down to meet paling skin of Toris’s
forehead and dragging in the first line. "Maybe it's good you won't heal and
scar... what you are will never fade this way..." he muttered as focused
carefully on the work before him.
Chapter End Notes
     I expect this chapter may scare away from readers from the story :(.
     But i assure you, It was always heading here,
     those of you who stop reading : I'm glad you enjoyed up to this
     point!
     Those of you sticking through it: Thank you very much ^.^ I hope I
     can continue to appeal to the twisted :D
***** a dog in sheeps skin *****
Chapter Notes
     I debated waiting longer to put this up... but, no. It's ready!
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Ivan had been up most the night, work not stopping until around three in the
morning. overseas morons to yell at were on a different clock after all. He had
sent Katyusha home at around one am, not willing to make her sit there all
night. he would care for the boys in the morning.
His alarm rang at six AM and he groaned. It was time to get up and make the
boys breakfast... He dragged himself up, dressing in his suit as usual, before
moving down the stairs towards the kitchen. He was thankful for once, that he
kept a reserve of easy meals put away for the rare times they were needed.
and oh was it needed this morning. He yawned as he took out the box of frozen
waffles, tossing eight into two toasters that sat on the counter. He moved to
the fridge grabbing out a container of yogurt and filling four little bowls,
placing spoons on the tray.
When he was finished gathering everything for breakfast he picked up the loaded
tray and moved towards the stairs that lead to the boys wing. He had a tired
smile as he went. He was exhausted, but at least he got to see his precious
little ones all cute and sleepy… rubbing their eyes and yawning as they sat
around the table quietly, Maybe Raivis or Matthew would curl up in his lap not
ready to wake up. The pair seemed to share a dislike of waking up in the
morning and leaving their warm beds, but they would come when called, even if
it meant they were still wrapped in blankets and stumbling
He reached the door and place the tray to the table beside it so he could grab
the key. He unlocked and opened it picking up the tray to back into the room
where he promptly dropped breakfast with a loud clatter.
four bodies lay against the far wall, three propped there lifelessly. The
fourth and final one was curled in front of the others. He started to stir at
the sound. Matthew rubbed a gore-coated hand over his eyes, a sick and twisted
version of the vision Ivan had been thinking about only moments before.
on the corkboard behind the three, lifeless and sliced up dolls the word
“Traitors” was written in blood seeping into the cracks and dribbling its way
down to where it had dried. Ivan didn’t have the mind currently to concentrate
on what they were, but he could see words carved into his precious angel’s skin
as well…
His eyes flashed down to Matthew as the boy sniffled, who had done this… he
thought weakly. Trying to deny that his sweet little Matthew was capable of
such a thing. “t-they wanted to hurt you Daddy…” Matthew said in a tiny voice
as tears ran down his face turning brown and leaving streaks of pale flesh in
their wake.
“Y-you…” Ivan said, his breath coming faster as panic raised in him “Matvey,
why…”
“I… I didn’t want daddy to-”
“No!’ He yelled. He didn’t want to hear whatever excuse the boy was going to
give, he didn’t want to hear that name fall off his lips. He charged across the
room, eyes scanning quickly for weapons, seeing a few scattered on the ground.
He grabbed Matthew harshly by the hair and yanked him towards the door. There
was no resistance, only crying as they moved down the hall. The struggle didn’t
start until they reached the path to the cell…
“No! No daddy, please! Please, daddy! You don’t understand! They wanted to hurt
you! ow! Daddy!” He yanked harder, probably causing bleeding, and scooped the
broken doll up. Matthew screamed and cried and begged all down the hall,
shouting nonsense. When they finally reached the door, Ivan yanked it open and
all but threw him inside. The boy landed painfully against the concrete.
“Do you even know what you have done?!” Ivan snarled, voice deeper than usual.
Matthew stayed where he landed, hip on the concrete, arms barely keeping his
face off the ground as he shook, shoulders heaving in either sickness or
sobbing, Ivan wasn’t sure, and he didn’t care to investigate. “I don’t even
want to look at you! you will stay here until I decide what to do with such a
vile little тварь! ” He could feel tears prick the sides of his eyes as he
slammed the door shut behind him, the lock moving into place.
He turned and stormed away, not willing or able to be anywhere near Matthew… He
moved to his office, slamming the door behind him before he broke.
He slid down the wall sobbing, Three perfect dolls all lay in tatters in that
room, thier blood painting the walls and carpet. The precious little boys he
loved so dearly, all gone in the blink of an eye. If work hasn't been that
hectic, if he had taken Matthew that night. ..
No... Matthew had been flawed. He had thought he broke him into a perfect puppy
when really he had caged his boys in with a rabid dog.
Ivan stood shakily fifteen minutes later and moved to the desk. He opened his
laptop and punched in the keys to look in on the last of his treasures. Matthew
was screaming he could see it, though he kept the audio off while the boy
pounded against the door desperately. There was so much red on the once white
night dress, the once innocent looking boy’s appearance now more aptly suited
to his personality ... Ivan’s heart broke once more as he watched Matthew slide
to his knees by the door.
Rabid dogs needed to be put down...
He couldn't bring himself to yet though he knew it had to be done. Guilt ate at
him. He had done something wrong with Matthew, pushed a button he shouldn't
have, or maybe there was one he missed. Either way, in the end he was to blame
for the four lost lives.
He stood, knowing it wasn't going to get any better the longer he waited. He
had to clean up the broken pieces Matthew had left in the playroom. Had to
remove the bodies and the gore, find a place to dispose of them after wiping
down anything incriminating… though, those words would stay no matter what he
did.
When he got into the boys wing again he ached anew. From the boys on the floor
to the splatter on the ceiling, he felt his usually strong stomach roll. How
could such a seemingly sweet little thing do this?
He walked towards the lifeless bodies, slowing every step as if it would help.
The words became clear on their skin as he closed in, "whore" "evil" "dirty"
"bad" all over them. each word felt like a slap in the face, all words he used
against Matthew not so long ago.
When he reached their bodies, he knelt in the still damp carpet and extended a
shaking hand, running it over Eduard's cold face. He pulled back and looked
away and trying to stop himself from breaking again. It wouldn’t be of any use
now…
His eyes locked on Raivis teddy, It was tossed to the side, splattered in blood
and ripped at the bottom. He reached for it, grabbing a hold and squeezing it
close as the boy had so many times before, feeling tears well again. That was
when he felt something hit his leg.
Ivan moved to look down. More homemade weapons were sitting in front of him
now, one still leaned against his leg. His eyes opened wider and he looked into
the rip in the bear, he put his fingers in and pulled out another one. Four of
them. His head whipped around, there were already three on the ground before
the teddy had spilled its stash. Matthew couldn’t have had the time.. and His
eyes focused on one particularly gory looking one.
He picked it up examining. With the edge as sharp as this… it easily could have
been responsible for the jagged slashes across both Toris and Raivis throats.
There wasn’t really much of a doubt there... But where would Matthew have
gotten broken mirror? there hadn’t been a mirror broken for years.
He tossed it to the floor, grabbing the other discoveries, not even flinching
as one bit into his skin, and tossing them to join the first. He moved to
Matthew’s room first pausing in the door, His eyes passed over the splatter on
the wall, focusing instead on Eduard's up-ended mattress more objects on the
box spring. Ivan tore across to the other room, flipping more mattresses and
finding tiny holes in the same places the large rip had been in the other, he
worked to tear them open finding over small shivs.
He went to cross back over, look at Matthew’s when he halted. The couch was in
disarray too. He moved to it and his stomach dropped at the amount he could see
there. he tore them out and tossed them into the pile, It had to have taken
years! A lot of the items that were used had been removed from the room ages
ago.
Quicker than he thought possible he dashed to Matthew’s bed flipping it without
hesitating a breath. The mattress was clear. He grabbed the snow white teddy
the boy clung to and unceremoniously ripped it open at the seams of its tummy
searching and yanking fluff out, tossing it haphazardly. It was empty. Matthew
had nothing.
He stood for a moment, panting, the tore apart bear in his hands, as he
processed. His boys had all this tucked away for god knows how long... He
didn’t want to accept why, he wanted to tell himself it was because they were
scared of people taking them, they wanted them for self-defence, but It was a
weak argument. Ivan knew people. He knew what people did and he knew they would
not make god knows how many weapons to stop an intruder.
Matthew had been screaming what he thought was nonsense. He had been ranting
about Eduard wanting to kill them both, about Toris wanting to hurt Ivan,
Raivis thinking death was better than staying… about how he had to kill them
before they hurt Ivan.
Matthew had been protecting him. The realization hit him like a truck. Matthew
had protected Ivan, and in doing so, risked himself. Three targets, all with
access to weapons.
and in return for his loyalty (no matter how twisted it still may be)? Ivan had
thrown him in that cell, screamed at him and even had decided to- his hand went
to his chest and he dropped the bear, moving quickly without a back glance at
the scene behind him. he didn’t have the time to process the betrayal and hurt
of that just yet. He had to get back down to that room!
He tore through the halls, how badly had Matthew been hurt during this?! In the
mental state he was in, what if he hurt himself more? His last living doll, The
precious boy who had cried and not slept or eaten from missing him. Matthew who
curled into his arms and said he loved daddy so much quicker and easier than
the others had… Matthew who had needed to protect him so badly, he had killed
for him.
He reached the door, panic increasing at the lack of pounding sounds against
it, throwing off the lock and ripping the door open. his eyes searched rapidly
as he noticed the bloodied dress in the middle of the room, Matthew sat in the
corner, his knees drawn up against his chest, and his head buried in them as
she shook violently. He was naked, his arms and legs were covered in fresh,
oozing scratches, and his nails were still digging into his calves were they
rested, blood covering them. Ivan honestly wasn’t sure how much of the red on
the boy was his… but he feared the answer
“Matvey…” he choked, eyes peeked up and flinched as he meant Ivan’s gaze. The
boys breathing came faster, and he could hear him struggling to speak.
“I-i’m s-s-sorry dad-da-dy… I… I d-didn’t want them- I didn’t want them to hurt
you Daddy...” he whispered. Ivan just stood silently watching, and waiting, too
stunned to do much else “they didn’t love you like I do… They didn’t love you
enough daddy… they wanted to hurt you and leave. I couldn’t let them hurt you,
so I hurt them.”
Ivan was about to say he knows, he found everything. He was going to remember
how to move and scoop him into his arms, whispering apologies about handling
him so roughly … but Matthew interrupted his unspoken words,
“But I also… I want… I only wanted Daddy to look at me that way! I don’t want
Daddy to touch anyone else because they can’t love you as much as I do!” he
cried, and Ivan opened his eyes wider. The sobbing picked back up.” but I’m bad
now! I’m bad and Daddy hates me!” the boy tightened his hold on his knees “I
don’t wanna be bad again… I can’t be bad again...” he sobbed pathetically.
Ivan was finally able to move, pushed by the deep ache in his chest. He walked
across the room and stood in front of Matthew who curled in on himself further,
bracing himself. But Ivan didn’t strike him. he knelt down in front of Matthew
instead, a hand finding it’s way to the blood splattered hair “Matvey… look at
me”
Matthew didn’t hesitate in obeying, but tears streamed down his face, his
breath hitching.. “Daddy could never hate you Matvey. Daddy loves you, you are
not bad” he gave a somewhat sad smile then placed a kiss on Matthew's forehead.
Matthew gave a shaky smile in return and Ivan wrapped his arms around the naked
boy gingerly, trying to be cautious of his injuries. “but Matvey.. It was not a
good thing you did. I understand why, I saw what the others had, and I
understand.” He took a shaky breath as Matthew whimpered leaning into him “But
you could have been hurt… Daddy could have handle it if you had told me.”
“I-I’m s-s-sorry daddy” Matthew whined shaking getting worse. Ivan could help
but hold him closer, shushing him softly
“what would I have done if I lost you?” Ivan murmured against his hair, feeling
the statement in his bones. He would have lost the boy without knowing how
loyal a doll he had trained.
No… Doll wasn’t the right word, Matthew deserved better than that after his
actions, something more personal and important… He pulled back slightly, now
the pair of them coated in red, and placed a kiss on Matthew’s quivering lips
he pulled back and smoothed his thumb over Matthew’s cheek, looking into the
hopeful purple eyes,
“Daddy would have been sad without his little princess.” Ivan smiled as Matthew
beamed, new tears, happier ones, in his eyes again.
Chapter End Notes
     тварь - Tvar, Basically an insulting way of calling someone a
     creature. It seemed to fit.
***** cracked porcelain *****
Chapter Notes
     I had a guest writer on this chapter!
     I literally spent a week staring at the last section of this chapter.
     a week... I got roughly four paragraphs in that time and they sucked
     XD. Lucky for me the wonderful Theredangel (who also Beta's gilded
     cage for me because she's amazing) came to my rescue and did the last
     paragraph for me... because she's better at smut then I am. so much
     better! it is written more omi POV, so it switches around a bit
     without the breaks. just so you know! Leave comments for her as well
     if you like it~
     ANYWAY I'm sorry this is so late... writers block, quitting smoking,
     getting sick, a bunch of other stuff all happening at once put it off
     a bit... but I hope this SUPER LONG chapter makes up for it!
Obviously Ivan couldn’t have put Matthew back in that room yet. Not with the
gore splattered walls, destroyed bed and haunting stench of death. It would
have to be cleaned, even possibly gutted and redone completely. He had intended
to do it himself, start work that day... but he did have certain people for
this sort of thing and he had other things to deal with currently ranked above
cleaning up broken bodies of traitors.
It still stung him that that’s what his previous three boys were, but there was
little denying it at this point. He couldn't believe he had been so blind as to
not see past their fake smiles... He had assumed the quiet smiles were
natural... but now he had seen was a truly broken doll looked like. Now he
knew.
But there was plenty of time to reflect on that, Right now he had Matthew to
deal with. Ivan was already covered head to foot in blood, so his suit was of
little concern when he had scooped his princess up, taking her away from the
damn cell. He grabbed a towel on his way out to drape over the small blonde,
tucking it around best he could so Matthew was covered. By the time they made
it out of the basement hall the boy was curled in his arms, asleep. He had to
have been exhausted… god knows how long he had been up for or how hard he had
to struggle. Ivan was feeling it too, but first they needed to clean up and
tend to Matthew’s injuries.
They reached the bathroom in Ivan's room. The bigger tub seemed like a better
choice, and he wanted to be able to tuck Matthew straight into bed after. Ivan
woke him gently, "Open your eyes little princess" He cooed, smiling as blonde
lushes fluttered open.
"Hi daddy" Matthew whispered.
Ivan smiled softly before placing him to sit on the toilet. "We're going to get
cleaned up, sit here like a good boy da?" Matthew nodded and Ivan turned to run
the water in the large tub. When the water was the right temperature he moved
to strip himself, tossing the clothing into the corner carelessly, it was
ruined anyway... He looked over at Matthew who was still curled under the
towel, watching him blankly. Ivan was worried about him, especially as he
watched blood drip off of one of Matthew's toes and onto the floor. he cringed
as his chest twisted painfully, his poor little doll...
When the tub was filled and Ivan tested the temperature once more, he turned to
Matthew “Come here princess” He said gently, drawing a sleepy smile from the
gore splattered boy. Matthew dropped the towel and stood. He moved slowly and a
little wobbly until he reached Ivan leaning against his bare chest without a
moment of hesitation, sinking in there. He made a small strangled sound as Ivan
moved to scoop him up, He was never going to be able to avoid all the scratches
that covered Matthew's arms and legs and he whispered apologies as they moved.
but the whimpers at his hands were nothing compared to the cry Matthew let out
as the water touched him When Ivan sunk them both down into the tub.
-
Matthew had a dull burn all over his legs and arms. the skin he had shredded
had stopped stinging as much, but the pain was still there. Fortunately for
him, It was also buried under the haze of exhaustion and the relief of Daddy's
forgiveness. He had sat on the toilet watching Daddy happily, drinking in the
small smiles... He even didn't mind the pain of being picked up, because Daddy
was holding him and talking to him so gently. That dull burn he could stand
however, was turned back into searing pain as Ivan lowered them both into the
water. Matthew’s nails dug into Ivan's chest and he let out a strangled cry,
tears sprung to his eyes as he let out a loud sobbing whine. “It hurts daddy”
He cried, turning to bury his face against Ivan’s chest as more of his
scratches entered the seemingly searing water.
“I know Matvey... “ Ivan said softly, placing a kiss on the top of his head
“But we have to get you cleaned da?” Matthew whimpered but nodded, tears
flowing down his face with his stuttered breathing. He peeked to the side when
Ivan’s arm moved, leaving him just curled up in his daddy’s lap. a soft cloth
soon ran over his leg and he let out another loud whine curling in on himself
further.
“I know princess" Ivan said softly, kissing his hair again "But think of this
as a lesson Matvey” Ivan said, moving the cloth to wipe gently, “You shouldn’t
damage something that belongs to Daddy…” Matthew felt fear bubble up. Was he
still mad over the others? “You belong to me da? You hurt yourself, you are
hurting my princess. Daddy does not like that.”
“I’m sorry Daddy” He whispered, slight relief washing over him, though the pain
of the blood being wiped from his arms almost over took it. For the rest of the
bath he shook but worked to stay quiet through the pain as he was cleaned.
Daddy was right, he had brought this on himself… now he had to suffer through
it. Daddy was saving him again, saving him from being bad again. hurting
himself was bad, because he was Daddy's.
By the time the blood was washed off the both of them the water was an awful
brownish colour. Matthew curled further into Ivan, clinging as the larger man
drained and refilled the bath. Thankfully the water was cool this time to rinse
them fully, only slight pink colouring the water from Matthew's wounds. The
cooler temperature soothed the burn, easing Matthew's nerves. He nuzzled into
Ivan's chest as water was poured on him enjoying the warmth of his Daddy's body
contrasting with the cold water..
When the bath was done, Matthew was set on his feet outside of the tub,
wobbling slightly, a large towel wrapped around his shoulders. He pulled it
close and watched as Ivan put on his housecoat. as soon as the belt was tied he
was steering Matthew to a comfortable chair, a large black kit in his hand.
Matthew sat down and hid his mouth and nose in the towel nervously as he
watched Ivan sink down on one knee. The ashen hair fell in Daddy's eyes as he
dug through the bag pulling things out and Matthew blushed, His Daddy was so
handsome like this... he was handsome in a suit too, but it was like something
special for Matthew to see him like this. Now that they were gone, he was the
only one who was going to get to see Daddy like this. His blush deepened.
Ivan moved to take Matthew’s foot gently, moving it to rest on his bent knee
frowning at the jagged nail marks. Matthew felt guilt at that expression, and
looking down at his lap, He had disappointed Daddy... but his attention was
soon brought back as Ivan leaned forward, pressing his lips to an unmarked part
of his leg near his knee silently. Matthew blushed and watched quietly, trying
not to whine or cringe away as Ivan sprayed his leg, wrapping it so very
carefully up to his thigh before moving to the other next.
-
Ivan was upset to see how much of Matthew’s skin was marked, the blood had hid
a good portion of the damage done to the once milky white skin. There was a
good possibility that it would never be the prefect unmarked porcelain again…
He shouldn’t have left Matthew alone in that state, he knew that now. It was a
stupid thing to do and he was not going to stop punishing himself for that
anytime soon. He refused to admit, even to himself, why he had at that point.
Why he had felt it wouldn't matter much what Matthew did in that cell, how a
small part of him had hoped he wouldn't have to give the final blow himself...
He shook the thought from his head and instead focused on the work in front of
him, being as gentle as possible with the ruined limbs.
In the end he had to wrap both of Matthew’s legs and his arms from the
scratches, It left the boy looking like a mummy, and he made a mental note to
put him in long clothing. But the bandages didn't stop at his own work, Ivan
had to wrap down to the right hand where he could guess the mirror had cut in
during his attack, he would need to watch it to be sure stitches weren't
needed... but it didn't seem deep enough. The final touch was, thankfully, the
only mark to his face, a clean slice near his ear, that received a band-aid and
a kiss.
By the time Ivan was done, Matthew looked like he could fall asleep right
there, eyes half lidded head resting against the back of the chair unable to
keep it up. Ivan stood and scooped him very gently bridal style, kissing his
forehead and earning a blush “let us get some sleep now, da?” He said with a
gentle smile. Matthew frowned, He shook and his breath shuddering but he
nodded. “What’s the matter little one?”
Matthew looked away as he spoke in a small voice, Ivan could hear the tears
that hadn't even started yet, “I don’t wanna go back to the room…”
Ivan smiled gently “well then it is a good thing you're staying in Daddy’s bed”
Matthew looked up at him with wide eyes at first, as if checking if he heard
right, before he smiled as brightly as he could in his state.
Ivan brought Matthew to the bed, settling him in under the blankets, unable to
resist another soft kiss to Matthew's lips. He pulled back, taking the towel
before crossing around to his own side. The house coat was shed to the floor,
he would deal with it when they woke, stress and a lack of sleep catching up to
him. He got in the bed and quickly gathered Matthew into his arms, not worried
about their damp hair as he tucked the boy under his chin, smiling as his
princess curled in there, clinging to him.
“goodnight daddy” Matthew said already half asleep
“sweet dreams princess”
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It had been a week since the first night in Daddy's room and possibly the best
part of this turn of events was the fact that Matthew was now being kept there
full time. He got to spent every single night curled up in Ivan's arms, getting
kisses and loving words... all the attention he could ever want. The down side
was Daddy had work during the day and somethings late into the evening. His
work was both the normal stuff he did, plus all the extra work Matthew had made
for him in regards to the boys wing. Matthew felt guilty for the extra work he
made, but he also knew the punishment for it was that he had less time with
Daddy...
Matthew sat on Ivan's bed and listened to the footsteps and voices in the hall
passing the bedroom, things being moved out of the wing at the end of the hall…
He had no idea how many people there were moving things, but he did know they
would all be aware of what those whores really were. He could still feel acid
burning on his tongue at the thought of them, but a sick joy filled him at the
thought of other people seeing how he labeled them as what they were.
In the time since he had been in the room, he had also started to heal. His
legs and arms itched like crazy under the bandages Daddy changed every night,
but they didn’t hurt anymore at least. He worked his hardest not to scratch,
not wanting to disappoint daddy again. However, he was already bored, so
distracting himself from the itching was feeling impossible! Daddy had brought
in some toys and books for him during the day, but it was still boring being on
his own in the room all the time.
Matthew sat on the bed, curled up in the little yellow sundress Ivan had put
him in today. He had started off putting Matthew in long sleeve night gowns all
the time... but that only made the itching harder as they brushed across his
bandages... He was currently flipping through a colouring book that was laid
out in front of him, scribbling on the pages that interested him to some
degree. He just started working on a picture of two puppies when the lock on
the door clicked, Matthew looked up and smiled brightly as Ivan walked in the
door. “Daddy!” He said, staying in his spot like a good boy, but bouncing
slightly in excitement, his body aching to launch at the man.
Ivan smiled at him, but didn’t lock the door behind himself. Matthew’s smile
faltered. That usually meant daddy was leaving again… He knew he needed to be a
good boy, be patient, but tears prickled his eyes and his looked down trying to
hide his disappointment at being left alone again.
"Matvey?" Matthew looked up, through his lashes, and his face turned from sad,
to confused at the wide smile Daddy wore "You've been very patient... and I
know it's been hard da?" Matthew nodded curls bouncing. Ivan opened his arms in
invitation, "As a reward, would you like to come watch a movie with daddy?"
Matthew launched off the bed, running into daddy's arms in a fit of giggles,
his face nearly split in two by the smile at the thought of getting to curl up
with Daddy, and outside of this room!. "I take as a yes?" Ivan asked with a
chuckle, kissing the top of his head while gently holding him.
Matthew looked up bright eyed, "Yes please daddy!"
 
-
Matthew was contentedly curled up in Ivan’s lap, his eyes glued to the large
screen tv opposite the comfortable couch they were seated on. He wiggled in
Ivan's lap as he snuggled up even more closely, if that was possible. He buried
his nose in the softness of the sweater Ivan wore and breathed in deeply. He
sighed in happiness, then wiggled around again to see what was happening on the
screen. The princess was singing to her bird friends. Matthew smiled as he
watched, shifting again to rest his head against Ivan's chest.
Ivan was trying to focus on the movie. Trying. To be honest.. an action movie
or a horror movie would have been more to his taste.. but his precious little
princess had been so patient after going through so much trauma.. he just had
to let Matvey choose whatever he wanted to watch. He supposed Sleeping Beauty
was a classic, and the singing princess was nice.. but Ivan was finding it very
hard to pay much attention.. especially when the boy in his lap just couldn't
seem to sit still! It was almost as though the little blonde was doing it on
purpose. He wiggled and squirmed and kept shifting in a way that had Ivan's
pants growing tight and uncomfortable.
“Matvey,” Ivan groaned. The blonde looked away from the tv screen and gazed up
at him curiously. Those wide eyes so full of innocence... Ivan gripped at the
cushions of the couch to keep himself from grabbing and kissing the boy
thoroughly.
He didn't want to mishandle his little one. Matthew’s wounds were still fresh,
and he was worried they might come open. He had done no more than gently cuddle
the boy for the week, but now the temptation to ravish his princess was hard
and painful.
Through clenched teeth, Ivan spoke. “If you do not sit still… Daddy won’t be
able to control himself. ”
Matthew’s breath hitched softly, and his lashes fluttered as he looked down at
the lap he was sitting on. His eyes slowly traveled up over the large mans
body, and finally back up to Ivan's eyes. His cheeks were stained a pretty pink
and a tiny smile ghosted over his lips.
“I don’t mind.. if Daddy doesn’t control himself..” Matthew whispered. He
shifted in Ivan's lap again, deliberately rubbing his bottom against the
hardness he could feel beneath him.
Ivan was gone.
The hands that had nearly ripped apart the cushions were now buried in
Matthew's hair. The blondes head was pulled up and at an angle while Ivan's
lips crushed into his with bruising force. He forced his tongue inside, hungry
to savour how sweet his little princess tasted.
The kiss drew a whimpering moan from Matthew's throat. Small arms circled
around Ivan's neck and Matthew kissed his Daddy back eagerly. But suddenly Ivan
groaned in almost sobbing frustration, pulling away.
Ivan put Matthew at arms length and leaned back against the couch. He was
shaking with barely controlled lust, and regarded the boy with concern. He
shook his head. “We should not do this, little princess. You might get hurt.
You haven’t healed completely.” Matthew's kiss-swollen bottom lip jutted out in
a pout.
“But.. Daddy.. “ He leaned forward to nuzzle against Ivan's neck. “ I don't
mind.. " Daddy didn't stop him. He smiled when he felt Daddy tremble as he
placed a small set of kisses against his neck. He watched as Ivan's adam's
apple bobbed in his throat as the man swallowed. He started to nibble the spots
he'd just kissed.
He was afraid for a moment that Ivan would push him back again, but instead one
of those large, wonderful hands swept down over his body and came to rest on
his bottom. He wiggled in anticipation and kissed his Daddy's cheek.
“Alright.. my impatient little boy,” Ivan chuckled. He lifted his hand to suck
on his middle and pointing fingers, then reached to lift the soft, pink nighty
Matthew was wearing out of the way. Adorable little pink panties were pushed
down, and Ivan's hand slipped beneath them. The wet fingers slid between the
little blonde's cheeks, finding and brushing over the quivering little
entrance.
Matthew gasped and shifted again in his Daddy's lap straddling one of his legs
so he could open his own and allow easier access. “Please Daddy,” he purred as
the fingers probed, then pressed inside. "Mmnh!" Matthew whined, and began to
grind impatiently back against Ivan's hand.
Ivan hummed his amusement. This was his own fault, and he knew it. He had
trained Matthew to need this, love this, and who was he to deny his only
remaining doll - his precious princess - exactly what he wanted?
“Since you asked so nicely… how could Daddy say no?” Ivan chuckled. He hushed a
whimper with a kiss when he pulled his hand free of Matthew's panties and
reached for the drawer in the side table beside the couch. He brought out a
small bottle of lube and quickly coated his fingers.
Matthew's whimpering turned to cries when Daddy's fingers found their way back
between his legs. Ivan slipped one finger into the tight heat. He began to
stroke slowly, gently. He didn't want to go too fast, though the way his cock
was aching was making things difficult.
"Daddy! More.. please!" Matthew was grinding on his hand again. He slipped his
second finger in easily and began thrusting them in and out.
Matthew fisted his hands into Ivan's sweater for balance and rolled his hips,
fucking himself against Daddy's hand. Ivan pushed his fingers deep and stroked
his prostate, bringing another cry from Matthew's throat.
Ivan watched his princess' face, eyes half lidded, bottom lip trapped between
teeth, as he ground his hips back and forth in time with the thrusting fingers.
“Matvey is such a good little slut for daddy,” He purred, and ran his free hand
further up the dress, feeling the soft unmarked skin of Matthew's back.
“Y-yes Dad-daddy!” Matthew gasped out as a third finger slipped inside,
stretching him out. “Please Daddy, I want it so b-bad!” He begged, his nails
digging through the sweater and into Ivan’s chest. Ivan felt them against his
skin.
Ivan groaned, pulling Matthew's head down again to devouring his mouth eagerly
in another kiss. Matthew moaned into it, but the sound changed to a whimper as
Ivan pulled his fingers free.
Ivan broke the kiss and smirked at his needy princess. "Why don't you be a good
boy and undo my pants for me?"
Matthew's eyes lit at the thought of something even bigger to replace the
fingers. He nodded quickly, and Ivan chuckled at the speed the boy shuffled
back and slid down onto the floor before him. Fingers eagerly undid buttons and
pulled down the zipper. Matthew tugged Daddy free of his underwear and pulled
him out before he even asked.
Dipping his head down, his lips a whispers length from the dripping head of
Ivan's huge, heavy cock, and looked up pleadingly. Mesmerized, Ivan nodded his
permission. He shuddered and groaned when a little pink tongue peeked out from
Matthew's lips to lap up the wetness seeping from the tip. Disappointed when it
was all gone, Matthew looked straight up at Ivan with his violet eyes full of
mischief before swallowing down as much of the huge cock as he could handle.
One hand circled the thick base to stroke, and the other cupped Ivan's sac,
rubbing gently to coax out more precum. He swallowed it down with a soft moan.
“What a good boy…” Ivan moaned as he watched. His hips twitched and his eyes
rolled back in pleasure as Matthew's tongue stroked over the most sensitive
spots on the head. He worked his way lower, kissing and licking his way down
the heavy shaft to the base, where he buried his nose into the curly hair as
his mouthed at Ivan's balls.
"I thought you.. wanted Daddy to.. fuck you, princess…” Ivan moaned, his head
falling back against the couch. Matthew's mouth closed over him again and
sucked. Blonde curls fell over his face as his head began to bob up and down.
Both hands wrapped themselves around what his mouth couldn't reach and stroked
in time.
"M..Matvey.." Ivan panted, forcing his head forward and his eyes open so he
could watch his little princess hard at work. "Ah.. Matvey!" He groaned and
fisted the blondes hair, pulling him back. He wrapped his own hand around his
shaft and pumped.
"Open your mouth," he said, but he hadn't needed to. Matthew's lips were parted
and his tongue was out already. Ivan pumped thrice and moaned loud as he came
with the tip of his cock aimed to shoot hot, liquid seed into his princess'
mouth. Matthew hurried to swallow as much as he could, but a twitch of Ivan's
hips caused a spurt to hit him across his cheeks.
He giggled and sat back to wipe it off with his fingers. He licked his fingers
clean as Ivan slumped back against the couch, his orgasm still twitching
through his body.
Ivan's cock was still hard. Matthew eyed it with hunger. Now that he'd had his
mouth filled, he was ready for more. "Please fuck me now, Daddy?" He asked
sweetly, pushing himself up to stand. He lifted a hand to nibble at a knuckle
and gave Ivan a sweet look.
Ivan laughed and shook his head at how naughty his little princess was. He
pushed his pants down and kicked hem away.
“Alright, Matvey. Take your panties off and come sit then,” Ivan smiled at how
quickly Matthew moved, panties falling to the floor. He scrambled back into
Ivan's lap, straddling him, and his wiggled back against the waiting cock.
“That's a good boy,” Ivan said, “Raise your hips and I can put it in.”
“Yes please, Daddy,” Matthew breathed, raising himself up on his knees as Ivan
reached between them and positioned his cock. They both gasped and moaned when
the head found the entrance and Matthew sat back against it.
The head was inside and he clenched his teeth and shut his eyes against the
sting. Tears gathered, but Ivan kissed them away.
"Go slowly, Princess.." Ivan said softly, wrapping his arms around Matthew to
help steady him. He knew this first part was painful. He knew he was large, and
he always took care not to hurt his doll when entering him. "Breathe deeply."
Matthew nodded and his shallowed breathing slowed and deepened. He sunk down a
little further onto Ivan's cock, wincing as he did so. He stopped with it
halfway buried inside, then pulled himself up just a little, before taking a
deep breath and sinking back down until he felt his bottom resting flush
against his Daddy's thighs.
"Ahhh.." He whimpered, and Ivan hugged him close and distracted him by touching
his swollen, neglected member. He stroked and fondled and rubbed his thumb
against the bundle of nerves under the head. Matthew shivered at how much it
hurt, and at how good it felt at the same time.
"Just relax," Ivan whispered softly into his ear, "Feel it deep inside you."
Matthew felt each inch, and could feel the throb of Ivan's heartbeat. Ivan's
hands came to rest on his bottom and Matthew wrapped his arms around his
Daddy's neck.
Ivan rubbed and gently massaged at the little blonde's behind, hips and lower
back, encouraging him to relax. He wouldn't move until his little princess said
it was ok to. When Matthew began to nibble on his earlobe, he shifted slightly.
"Fuck me please, Daddy.." Matthew whimpered, and Ivan began to move.
Matthew's cries began to fill the room, drowning out the found of the movie as
Ivan fucked his ass. The Russian pulled the little blonde up, almost slipping
free, before pushing him back down. Matthew caught the rhythm and soon he was
grinding and rolling his hips the same as he'd been against Ivan's fingers.
"Daddy.. Daddy.. Daddy!" Matthew called as he rode, sweat breaking the surface
of his skin, making his hair stick to his cheeks. Ivan watched as his precious,
beautiful little princess leaned back against his knees, drawing his legs up
and planting his feet on the cushions of the couch to help him rise and fall
faster on the huge cock inside him.
Ivan held him fast so he wouldn't lose his balance and just watched in
amazement as Matthew fucked against him feverishly. When his hand closed around
the little blondes cock and squeezed, Matthew came with a yell and shuddered
almost violently in his grasp as wave after wave of wetness coated their
bellies.
Matthew turned to jelly. He had no more strength to hold himself up. Ivan
lifted him and placed him face down on the couch. He knelt behind him and
pushed himself back inside. Matthew moaned and did his best to lift and hold
his hips up as Daddy fucked into him from behind.
The sound of skin slapping against skin now filled the room. Ivan knew it was
alright to go as hard as he pleased now, and he fucked his little princess hard
into the couch, bracing himself above. A hard, jerking thrust and then he
reached his second orgasm. His cock twitched as he pushed himself inside as far
as he could and emptied himself deep inside.
When he pulled free he gazed down at his poor little doll. Matthew's legs were
spread, his hole was open and loose and seed was spilling out and dripping
down. His head was turned and he gazed up at his Daddy. His eyes were glazed
over and he looked exhausted.. but there was a smile on his wet lips,
Ivan gathered Matthew into his arms and held him close, kissing him on the
forehead. "My sweet little princess," he said.
"I love you, Daddy." Matthew whispered.
"Daddy loves you too," Ivan replied.
***** curiouser and curiouser *****
Chapter Notes
     WOW That was a long time between updates XD stupid moving is drining
     me!! 2 weeks and it'll be all done! hip hip horray!
     Anyway, Enjoy some detective Arthur and Family side.
Arthur stood behind the yellow tape that marked the three graves. Only six
weeks after Ravis’s mother had received the call, he showed up like this.
Arthur could barely stomach the sight.
In three side by side graves laid out three bodies of missing boys. words,
etched into their skin marking them with horrible labels. The weather had been
unseasonably cool enough, and the graves had been just deep enough when mixed
with the garbage bags they were wrapped in, to preserve the bodies to a certain
extent, but the state they were in… especially poor Ravis with his missing eye
and slashed throat… They could identify him through photos, and the DNA would
back it. There was no way they'd make anyone view him...
Arthur was more worried about what he was going to need to do next. The worst
part of all of this was telling the families, and in this situation there was
bound to be some backlash. Sure, Arthur had worked to tried to look into the
case, but the police department as a whole hadn’t put much effort into it…
There was going to be a lot of anger.
“this is some sick stuff…” said the blonde standing next to him. Arthur nodded
in agreement as he looked down on the three. The DNA would take a week at least
with the backlog, but it was necessary to at least tell them they were mostly
certain of the identity. These people deserved that. Still... He felt the deep,
sad dread settle in his stomach as he turned from the scene to head to his car.
-
The parents had not taken the news well… screaming and crying and throwing
accusations just as Arthur expected they would. they had taken it even worse
when a week later DNA and dental records confirmed the identity, and forensics
put the death at only a week before their discovery.
Arthur sat in his office, head in his hands. He couldn’t imagine the pain,
Talking to your missing child after so long, only to have them show up dead a
month later. If the clothing found on the three bodies was any indication… they
weren’t exactly leading dignified lives either.
The other two boys had been identified, the detectives who had been working on
their cases before they went cold had informed the families. all three had been
at risk teens, all three considered runaways, and all three within the same
state. Now every run away case was going to be over turned and examined… there
was going to be parents flooding in insisting their childs case gets reopened..
Though most would be turned away fairly easily, the profilers had determined he
had a type, slim boys with delicate faces.. probably easier to imagine as
girls. prior to death however, it seemed they were well cared for. It wasn’t
known what made him snap so suddenly, The deaths had been so violent, and the
words so angry… but psychopaths could be unpredictable… if only the damn blood
they’d found under Ravis’s nail had been on file...
Well... it kind of had been. It had been found at the scene of a murder years
ago. some homeless guy who got stabbed in the throat. The police hadn't dug
very far, they were still pretty flooded at that point and there just wasn't as
much of a push... especially with the mans criminal record... honestly, he was
on the sex offenders list for some fairly awful things. God knows how he had
wound up so unsupervised, this country was going straight to hell in pieces...
Arthur sighed. It was out of his hands now anyway. That was left to the real
investigators... he was only running a few missing persons cases now, not
solving murders. He opened his files looking down at the face of Matthew
Williams and cringed. He would have fit the bill exactly… but no, that would
have been too simple right? His mind wandered back to how similar the pair of
boys had been, Ravis had been only a year younger, Matthew would have fallen
into the second shortest position among the boys. their eyes , though such an
usual colour, were the same. even the soft blonde curls…
He turned in his chair, rummaging for his copy of Ravis’s file. This could mean
he’d be up all night, but he needed to see if there was some other connections…
-
Alfred sat at the table, a large plate of food in front of him that he,
honestly, just didn’t want. He understood why it was there… just like he
understood why everyone kept insisting on telling him ‘happy birthday’ that
day, but he didn’t want any of it. The day was suppose to be shared.
The ironic thing, Alfred thought, was that he use to hate having to share a
birthday with his twin. Every year as a kid he would pout because he wouldn’t
be the only special one… in his teen years he had covered it, but deep down he
had always wished he could just have the day to himself. this year, he got his
wish. There was no Matthew sitting beside him to help blow out candles or stay
up all night playing video games together, or eat enough junk food to puke…
Alfred hated it.
He picked at a french fry, nibbling on it as he sat in silence. He had already
said he didn’t want a party, he didn’t even want to celebrate. Francis had
respected it, but they had gone out for dinner still. A burger joint. If Alfred
hadn’t been so caught up today in thoughts, he may have fainted from shock at
his Papa picking this place. He guessed it was a way to try and make Alfred
smile while avoiding having to be in the house today.
Alfred had started to really hate being at home. walking past Matthew's
untouched bedroom... well.. mostly untouched. Some nights Alfred would wake up
after a dream of his twin and he would cross the hall and curl up in the others
bed, just surrounding himself in the unwashed sheets that still smelled like
him faintly...
“Are you not hungry, Alfred?” the elder blonde asked with a small frown.
“Not really” Alfred said shrugging.
Papa frowned nodding and looking down at the table “I miss him too mon cher…”
He said quietly. Alfred nodded numbly, trying to force back the tear prickling.
He didn't want to do this in public... he didn't want to have 'sit and miss him
together' time...
“Can i go out tonight?” Alfred said suddenly. He needed to escape this. Francis
looked him over in concern, but sighed and nodded eventually
“But keep your cell phone on you?” He asked, almost pained
“yeah of course…”
-
There was a loud knock on the door, Carlos groaned. What now?! He had been
doing shit all day and he had just looked forward to sitting down. Carlos
wasn’t fond of work, He had quit the whole drugs thing when Matthew went
missing… he had tried to be aloof about it, but really it had effected him.
Matthew was his friend before drugs ever came in, now he was gone without a
trace…
Either way, he had packed up shop, so a knock on the door at ten-thirty at
night was not expected or particularly welcomed.
Still, Carlos got up and answered it. Almost jumping right out of his skin when
a blonde teenager with pale skin and black glasses stood there. his hope that
Matthew had shown back up faded as quickly as the shock had come on however as
he quickly realized it was Alfred. He had mixed the two up often enough in the
past to learn to look at the hair and eyes… not to mention, Alfred was bigger
and he didn’t have that sickly look Matthew did…
“What do you want.” He asked moodily
Alfred gave him a hard determined look and Carlos braced himself to be punched
or something. It wouldn’t be far off for Alfred to blame him for Matthew’s
addiction… but a punch never flew.
“I want what he took” Alfred said, voice shaking slightly with emotion
“What? your loco… go home kid” He wasn’t about to be responsible for a second
twin going down that way… he moved to push the door shut but Alfred's hand shot
out stopping it.
“I wanna see what was so much fucking better then being my brother!” He
snarled. Carlos looked at him with pity, still heavily hesitant. he still had a
bottle tucked away… a small reserve for Matthew he hadn’t had the heart to
sell… it felt like he was admitting Matthew was gone..
“I don’t wanna get hooked… just once. I wanna know what he felt. I need to know
why” Alfred’s voice sounded more desperately sad then Carlos could deal with
right now. He sighed, stepping back out of the way to let the blonde in.
“One, and if you puke on my goddamn carpet cause you can’t hack it, I’m gonna
kill you”.
Well... he didn't puke... but he wasn't handling it well either.
"It's just a bad trip! calm down!" Carlos tried again as Alfred looked around
the room wide eyed. god knows what he was seeing... Some people didn't react
the same way, he would have thought twins at least would react the same, but
apparently that wasn't the case.
"I gotta... i gotta get out I gotta go, im gonna go!" Alfred had been pacing
and now was stumbling straight for the door. Carlos sighed in irritation,
moving to grab the freaked out teens arm,
"No you moron... your just gonna get-" Carlos got cut off when a fist connected
with his face. it knocked him back stumbling and gave Alfred enough time to
dart away and out the door.
For a moment Carlos watched, unsure of what to do. "for fucks sake..." He
rubbed his jaw, grabbing what was left of the pills and dumping them in the
toliet, flushing before grabbing his cell phone and pressing the number for the
detective on Matthew's case. at least maybe this way the dumbass wouldn't get
arrested... and hopefully Carlos could avoid more trouble.
-
Arthur swore, grumbling under his breath as he drove through the streets of the
neighborhood looking for the tweaked out teen... This was just bloody perfect.
What the hell was that kid thinking?! Finally a flash of blonde caught his eye.
he slowed the car, pulling over and getting out.
"Alfred?" Arthur called gently, moving very slowly toward the stairs Alfred was
tucked beside. he was sitting in the dirt, partly behind a bush, shaking.
"Alfred, it's detective kirkland, you're not in trouble with me okay?" he said
inching closer as the blue eyes turned, half focused, to him. Alfred's
breathing had picked up but he didn't move. "I just wanna get you home safe
okay? Your Papa is probably worried yes?"
Alfred looked like he was trying very hard to get passed a mental block, but he
nodded slowly. Arthur held out a hand and the teen accepted it, letting himself
get dragged up. The detective brought him to his car, putting him gently in the
back before going around to the front seat himself. He would have put him in
the front, but got knows what his hallucinations were like right now... the
locks on the back doors would at least keep him from escaping.
as they drove, Arthur pushed a few buttons on his phone, hooking the hands free
device to his ear as he called Mr. Bonnefoy. He figured a heads up would be
better then just showing up with the intoxicated teen...
"hello?" the blonde sounded confused and Arthur cringed realizing this number
was a blocked one..
"Hello Mr. bonnefoy, it's Arthur Kirkland" he could hear the scramble to sit up
in the back ground
"d-did you find him?!" The voice was so desperate and fearful it almost hurt...
"No, I'm afraid I'm not calling about that... I have Alfred with me. He's just
fine, I'm bringing him home, but I wanted to give you a heads up... he's not
exactly..." Arthur looked in the mirror at the teen who had curled up on his
side on the back set, picking at the leather seats as his eyes glazed "he's not
exactly in his right mind."
When they Arrived, Francis was standing outside. a look of anger mixed with
pain and worry on his face. Arthur sighed and got out of the car as he came
closer. between the pair of them they got the nervous, but slowly calming
teenager up the stairs and into his bed, Arthur stood in the hall as Francis
close the door and turned to him
"what happened?!" Francis said in a harsh whisper.
"From what I can gather... he look some Oxy, According to the guy who called it
in, the same stuff Matthew had been on." He said carefully "But he reacted a
little differently, these drugs don't always have the same effects."
"I can see that" Francis said looking over his shoulder at the closed door. he
heaved a sighed and looked back at Arthur. "Thank you for bringing him home."
Arthur nodded. "I figured you've both been through enough. No need to drag this
into the station as well..."
Francis gave a sad smile. he twitched his head back in that direction as
Alfred's mattress creaked when he shifted. " how long until it's out of his
system so I can relax?"
Arthur mauled over the question... it wasn't an exact science... especially as
he didn't know the type he'd taken, was it an all at once dose, or time
release? "It's probably going to be a long night" He said honestly. Francis
looked exhausted, dark circles and messy hair to show for it. Arthur frowned,
he couldn't just leave him like this he supposed... it just wasn't responsible.
"If you want, I can stay till the morning. I'll stay down in the living room.
Just to make sure he doesn't sneak out again and to be here if you need an
extra hand. "
Francis looked like he could cry from relief. "Thank you detective, you're an
angel..."
Arthur's ears went red and he cleared his throat uncomfortable s he looked away
"yes well... get some sleep Mr. Bonnefoy, I'll hold down the fort." Francis
offered a last tired smile, the pair moved down stairs, Francis getting him
some water, showing him the book shelve and making sure he was comfortable
before trudging back up to bed.
Arthur settled in for a long night with a book. a small amount of guilt he
hadn't realized was there lifted. at least he was doing something useful for
this family... Considering he had no idea if his newest lead would go
anywhere...
***** Enchant me *****
Chapter Notes
     Halloween Special anyone?
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Matthew cried out, back arching harshly off the bed, tears in the corners of
his eyes. Ivan’s hand slipped easily under his back, holding it up and licking
over the curve from his navel to his chest. His cry turned to a moan at the
feeling.
everything was so intense… He had been told to lie on the bed two hours ago,
blindfolded, with his hands above his head. Daddy had said he was going to
prove how good of a boy that he was, that he couldn’t move his hands until he
was told to. Of course he had listened, laying back, a blindfold slipping over
his eyes and wrapping his fingers around the headboard bars. He’d do anything
for Daddy… though the blindfold pushung him into darkness had scared him… But
as soon as he started to shake and whimper, Ivan had been right there and
assured him he would be safe, Daddy was there and Matthew such a good boy for
doing this. thinking of it that way had let Matthew relax, nodding.
Ivan had pushed his legs up and Matthew had pulled them back up to his chest
automatically. A slicked egg vibrator had been pushed in, resting against his
prostate. He had whimpered at the intrusion a little, though he was kept
prepared, so it wasn’t too bad of a sensation. Over the time between now and
then, Ivan had be a silent presence,There were times where he wondered if Ivan
was even there . But it was made obvious he was as the vibe turned on, settings
going up and down at random. Matthew would get right to the edge and it would
be shut off. He whimpered and moaned and sobbed through it but he didn’t move.
Now that his every nerve was on edge… Daddy had more in store.
Matthew’s building moans from the touches, turned into a whimper as the
overwhelming sensations continued. Now it felt like a knife on his skin,
something sharp tracing over him painfully. Ivan had promised he wouldn’t
damage Matthew, that he wouldn’t need bandages, no permanent marks would be
left. Matthew trusted that… even though he could swear Ivan was drawing with a
blade along his hip bone right now, biting deep into the skin and slicing it
open. “Daddy~” He whined, The pain was mixing with the pleasure of simply being
touched, clouding his head as wires crossed.
Ivan’s lips trailed kisses over the spot that had just been cut, licking along
it. Matthew’s erection twitched as he moaned wantonly at the image it was
creating. In his mind Ivan had a dark smile, Matthew was sliced up, bleeding
from several places... his blood staining Ivan’s lips. He had been having
fantasies like this for months now, ever since the boy’s… Nice clean cuts,
blood dripping and flowing smoothly over his skin... a shudder ran through him
and he had to tighten his grip on the bars above his head to keep them in
place.
Ivan dragged the blade along the joining of his hip and inner thigh, tracing
his thumb along it after. “Yes daddy!” He cried and he could feel how wrecked
the tone was. he was desperate for release, at the same time he never wanted
daddy's to stop this… most of him laid bare, the rough hands tracing over all
of his unmarred skin, sharp bite mixing with hot touches… His legs the only
exception to the attention and bareness…
Matthew had a fascination with the scars that had resulted from his melt down.
His arms it seems had gotten off with only two , but his legs were littered
with them. Each one jagged and unique, permanently etched in place. a reminder
of the the messy gashes his nails had made…
Ivan however cringed every time he saw them. He had even started to put Matthew
in knee high stockings every day once he’d healed completely, sometimes even
keeping them on for things like this Matthew didn’t mind them, the bows, the
frill, the soft material felt good. Plus, if Matthew wore a short enough dress,
He could see the way Ivan’s eyes would drag up them to that flash of white
flesh at the top. The extra attention made him feel special and wanted… It was
amazing.
-
Apparently not as amazing as the sudden mind blowing feeling of Ivan’s tongue
tracing up his cock. The moaning beg that chanted for “daddy please!” would
make a whore blush. It was exactly what Ivan had wanted to pull out.
Ivan smiled watching his princess come to pieces. Matthew reacted beautifully
to everything they had tried so far. If he had attempted this with any of his
other toys they would have been crying messes… hell they cried for less,
begging to stop. Yet here was Matthew, putting himself to shame as he begged
for the torment, writhing as his body sung for it.
Ivan picked up the dull metal blade again, the electric current from the violet
wand battery running right through it. he touched it to Matthew’s skin again,
tracing it along his collarbone. The electricity would make it feel like he was
being cut open, while not actually risking more scars. Ivan was already
battling to come to terms with the ones that decorated Matthew’s legs,
reminders of his neglectful actions...
He pushed back the thought, focusing on the boy in front of him. He was paying
special attention to the way Matthew wisely froze when the blade was on him,
his chest heaving as he made soft sounds. But when Ivan pulled the tool back,
licking or stroking the spot instead, suddenly Matthew was fluid again, arching
into the touches with even more enthusiasm. He was losing his mind and Ivan
could see it so clearly, It was beautiful.
He wanted to keep going, draw out as much as he could, but Matthew was starting
to quiver uncontrollably, soaring bit too high . Ivan didn’t want to break him…
not completely. they had plans that night, one’s Matthew knew nothing about,
but he would need his princess fully functional. As much as this mornings
playing had been for fun, it was also a test of Matthew’s self control and
listening skills. A test he had passed with flying colours, the hands above his
head never moving from their spot.
Ivan reached over turning off the wand’s battery pack, placing the knife
attachment down. his hands went to Matthew’s shoulders, rubbing his hands over
them pulling a rough groan that caused Matthew to flinch, his throat had to be
tired. Ivan let out a gentle hushing sound whispering softly “it is okay
Matvey, Daddy will make it better da? ” he moved each arm easing it from the
position it was down to Matthew’s side, Massaging as he moved down them. He
paused at each hand, rubbing the stiff fingers, letting blood flow back into
them. When he was satisfied with the digits mobility, Ivan move to Matthew’s
chest, just leaving deep strokes along his pecks, sides and down his stomach.
As his hands moved to Matthew’s hips, he smiled at the shudder and somewhat
sleepy roll of the sub-drunk boys pelvis. His cock still silently begging..
“You have been a very good boy Matvey” He said in a low gentle tone. Matthew
noncommittally hummed in reply with a wide smile at the comment. Ivan smiled
“good boys get rewards da?”
Before Matthew could reply he was gasping softly, a strained moan escaping him
as Ivan took the length of his red, needy cock into his mouth, moving with
skill he kept reserved for special instances. Today being special because of
how well behaved Matthew had been, and the fact that Matthew would need to be
able to walk later. If Ivan had taken him now, looking the way he did, with the
reaction he was getting? Matthew wouldn't have had a hope of enjoying his
surprise... He was Laving his tongue against the vein that ran along the
underneath of Matthew's cock, fingers slipping under the boy to hold his ass
firmly as Ivan slipped down until his nose was nestled in the soft blonde
curls. he looked up at Matthew, the blondes eyes rolled back, fingers clinging
to the sheets below him. Ivan pulled back, giving the head a firm suck and
receiving another soft sound of pleasure before moving to repeat everything.
Ivan wasn’t surprised when Matthew came with a broken cry within a few minutes.
He had been teasing him for so long, Ivan would have felt insulted otherwise…
He pulled off when Matthew was done, the boy now little more than puddy, sunk
into the mattress completely boneless.
Ivan moved up the bed, laying next to Matthew, gathering the boy against his
chest. He reached up to take the blindfold off, Smiling softly into the hazy
blinking eyes. The lights were dim, but he knew it was still be a bit unnerving
after so long without light. Matthew looked up at him with a drunken smile. “Hi
Daddy” He said, voice hoarse, before he curled in closer closing his eyes as he
buried his nose against Ivan’s shirt. “thank you” He slurred.
Ivan smiled holding him closer “You’re welcome little one” He whispered “You
did very well… Daddy is proud of his good little princess”
Matthew’s smile spread and Ivan kissed the top of his head affectionately as he
pulled the blankets up around them, letting Matthew fall asleep curled up
there.
--
When Matthew woke up four hours later, he was alone in the bed. Ivan watched
the video feed in his office as the boy sat up, hair a mess, looking around
sleepily. He was in Ivan’s room still, that was pretty normal. Matthew’s own
suite had been completely redone just for him months ago, and he did spend a
lot of time in there during the day, but most nights… well… really all nights
lately, were spent in Ivan bed.
A month after he had purged the boys wing, his room was finished being redone…
but Matthew had been terrified to go back in. Not because of what he’d done as
Ivan had initially thought, but because he was scared that Ivan would forget
about him. It made no sense to the russian, how could he forget someone so
precious to him? But he had indulged him regardless for another week after it
was done. Ivan had to admit he didn’t see a downside in waking up with a small
boy curled around him like a kitten looking for warmth… But he had still
decided Matthew should be in his own room. There were just too many late nights
with Ivan's work lately and he didn't want to wake Matthew up...
Matthew had cried and begged, pleaded to just stay where he was… but Ivan
insisted on trying it for at least a week. Matthew shut down the very first day
of being in the room again. He may not have been very bubbly or active locked
away in Ivan’s room all day, but in his wing, unless Ivan was there, He did
absolutely nothing. He reverted back to staring at walls.
It was only five days later that Ivan had decided he couldn’t take it anymore.
He was barely working because he felt so awful leaving Matthew all by himself
to stare. or worse, when he would slip a stocking down and start tracing those
damn scars! That action would put ivan’s nerves on edge, terrified he’d start
making more… Ivan had breezed down to Matthew’s wing to talk to him about it
only four days into the new arrangement. A compromise was reached to help ease
Matthew's strange insecurity about being forgotten… a button was placed in
Matthew’s wing. If he was lonely, or felt like he needed something, all he had
to do was press it and Ivan would talk to him, or come down if he was near by
already.
The button had lasted two days before Ivan wanted to smash it.
Matthew, it seemed, couldn’t go more than an hour without wanting ‘to tell
daddy i love you’ or ‘i need a hug’ or ‘I’m scared!’ Ivan didn’t want to punish
Matthew for his dependence … see as it was the only thing apparently that had
set him apart from the disloyal pretenders… So he did something he never
thought he would, he gave Matthew free range of the house. He unlocked
Matthew’s wing, keeping his own bedroom unlocked… he showed Matthew around,
taking him to the office, telling him he was to stay out of the kitchen, and
that he was only to go into rooms that were open to him.
For the first two weeks of his freedom, Ivan watched him from his office.
Occasionally Matthew would wander… but he mostly stayed in the room. Taking a
few trips to the office a day. Ivan found he kind of liked the company in the
office when Matthew would come in. The boy would sit up on his desk and chat
about nothing in particular, occasionally even getting under the desk because
he wanted 'to make daddy's day better'. Once Matthew learned he had some
freedom in the house, there was no objection if Ivan sent him back to his room
when he had a call to take or work he needed to concentrate on. There wasn't
much of a downside...
Now he watched amused as Matthew sleepily rose from the bed, he knew the tired
boy would come looking for him, and that’s exactly what he wanted.
-
Matthew had pulled his night dress back on, stumbling sleepily through the
halls back towards Daddy's office.. He had probably gone back to work. As soon
as Matthew saw he was still there… he’d be fine.
he rubbed his eyes from under the glasses, moving around the corner and turning
into Ivan’s office. or Rather, the room in front of his office… Where Katyusha
desk sat. She sat there smiling now, It looked like she was ready to burst with
how wide her smile was.
“I-Is Daddy busy?” Matthew asked with a small frown, Katyusha shook her head,
“Nope! you can go right in. he’s waiting for you.” Matthew blinked. he was
waiting? Suddenly Matthew felt a bit bad for how long he had slept. How long
had he kept Daddy waiting?
He moved to the large ornate double doors, pushing one of them open and peeking
in sheepishly, “Daddy?” Would he be in trouble? He didn’t know Ivan would be
waiting… had he missed an alarm? Or had he been asked to come here and he
hadn’t heard…
Matthew froze his eyes going wide… The the middle of the room was a beautiful
dress. it was a pale pink, skirt falling in tiers black lace accents and sheer
material on each layer on alternating sides, a large bow around the waist, it’s
ribbons falling down to near the hem. Matthew moved towards it slowly, reaching
a hand out in awe as he brushed the bust, it was slightly padded, and would
fall just to just below the wearer's collarbone, more black lace laid over a
pink silk. He brushed his finger over the ruffling skirts , trailing around it,
briefly taking in the corseted back before jumping at movement that caught his
eye from the far wall. In his admiration of the garment in front of him he had
temporarily forgotten Ivan was suppose to be waiting in the room for him. He
pulled his hand back, blushing and eyes down, looking up through his lashes.
“You like it then?” Ivan said as he pushed off the wall beside the door where
he had been leaning, watching silently.
Matthew nodded. “It’s beautiful…” He said quietly. looking back up at the black
ribbon tied to delicately in the back.
“Good,” He said crossing back across the room and going around to his desk,
reaching down and opening a drawer, pulling out two more items, “You are going
to be wearing it tonight. Along with these of course.” He held out a long pair
of black silk gloves in one hand, in the other a mask made of the same pink
silk with black lace overlay, a pair of large fluffy feathers over the right
side.
Matthew’s eyes were widening again. “Th-thank you” He said brushing his fingers
over it again, excitement coursing through him, He wasn’t sure how long he’d be
allowed to keep it on, but it was by far the fanciest dress Daddy had ever put
him in! most of Matthew’s dresses were relatively short, and though they were
covered in bows and frills, there were no where near as... elegant.
“You’re very welcome princess,” He said placing the accessories down and
walking towards Matthew, he closed in and a finger was suddenly under Matthew's
chin tilting his head up to look into Ivan’s eyes, He did so with admiration,
smiling warmly up at his Daddy, his heart fluttering at the simple touch.
“Besides” Ivan continued ducking down closer, warm breath making Matthew a
little dizzy “You need something nice to wear if you’re coming with me to the
masquerade tonight da?”
Now Matthew’s smile faded and was replaced with confusion. “w-what?” He asked
furrowing his brows.
Ivan’s smile widened and Matthew's eyes grew wide as Ivan spoke, “We’re going
to a ball Princess, one I throw every year for Halloween. This year I think I
should bring my precious little one don’t you think?”
-
Ivan had watched as Matthew was swept off, torn between excited and confused.
Katyusha and a few trusted women he employed bringing Matthew to get prepped
for the night.
The party, which he had been a staple every year, was one of Ivan’s least
favourite nights of the year in the past. he had never felt secure enough to
bring all his boys… though the previous year he had brought Toris… He had spent
the whole night paranoid however.
Tonight would be different. Matthew had proven over the past four months that
he could be trusted. Not that Ivan would let him get far regardless… but there
again, he doubted Matthew would even attempt to leave his side. Besides, The
invitation lists were tight, security was stiff, and he would have extra eyes
on Matthew all night.
It was an hour before they would leave before Ivan started getting ready, It
was a simpler procedure for him. A black tuxedo with tails, a dark red vest and
tie over the white shirt, red ribbon around the top hat. finished, perhaps over
zealously, with a black evening cape and a pair of white gloves. It was
Halloween, He thought as he fixed the plain black mask over his eyes, He could
get away with a slightly more dramatic look. Besides, He smiled picturing
Matthew in the costume he had picked out, He needed to fit in nicely with his
dance partner didn’t he?
Ivan looked himself over in the mirror again, pulling the top hat on firmly
before headed down towards Matthew’s wing. It was where they would be getting
him ready. He walked quickly, eager to see his princess dressed up.
When he opened the door he wasn’t completely prepared for how well it would
suit his precious little doll…
Matthew was standing in the centre of the room, the women fussing over him, one
fixing the black multi-strand necklace around his neck, another attaching clip
on earrings. Matthew looked up at him, the mask not on yet and smiled shyly, a
pink blush on his cheeks that matched the dress.
“You look beautiful Matvey” Ivan said smiling charmingly. and purring
internally as the blush deepened while the smile widened. Ivan moved to the
table, reaching to scoop up the mask that sat waiting on the table.
Wordlessly the women moved away. Ivan dipped down, kissing matthew’s forehead
before moving around behind him. He slipped the mask over Matthew’s eyes, and
tied the ribbon under the perfect ringlets with practiced fingers. His hands
dropped down to Matthew’s bare shoulders, running along them before his arms
went delicately around Matthew’s shoulders pulling the boy against his chest.
“I love you Daddy” Matthew said as he leaned back easily, his hands over top of
Ivan’s
“I love you too Princess” Ivan said kissing the top of his head.
--
Matthew felt like a princess now. He had known he was Daddy’s princess, but
this was… When he had seen Ivan dressed the way he was... He had to be in a
fairy tale! a tall dark handsome stranger whisking him away to a ball!
It had been kind of scary at first, getting into the back of the black car… He
was leaving the house and it made him shake. He wasn’t suppose to leave! Daddy
being right there did help though, the whole ride to the venue was spent tucked
under his arm, trying to keep his face off of Ivan’s chest… Make up felt weird…
He had gotten a look at himself, dark red lips, pale even skin… even though his
eyes were mostly obscured by the mask they were lined in black, long dark
lashes brushing against the edges of the eye holes. He looked nothing like
himself and everything like a beauty worthy of the night.
The car pulled up and Ivan got out first, smiling wolfishly and holding out a
hand to help Matthew out of the car. He took the hand rising as gracefully as
he could. He was thankful the dress hid the nearly flat shoes he’d gotten…
heels would have been impossible.
He threaded an arm into Ivan’s walked up the stairs and into the building. The
music hit as soon as they drew near the doors, they walked through them and
onto a balcony overlooking a ball room. There were so many people! nerves
bubbled in Matthew’s chest and he held closer onto Ivan, looking down as they
walked to the stairs.
“I am right here Princess.. Daddy will keep you safe da?” Ivan whispered into
his ear. “You will be staying right beside me all night” Matthew looked up with
a small smile and nodded, relaxing a little. Daddy wouldn’t let anything
happen… and like he said, Matthew would be staying with Daddy all night.
There was so much movement, so many conversations! Matthew was quickly swept up
in it. He walked the room as Ivan greeted people, soaking up the excited
compliments and fussing some of the other ladies afforded him.
“she’s adorable Ivan!”
“Where on earth did you find this one? more importantly how did you convince
her to come?”
“Oh she’s precious, but so quiet! just like a little doll isn’t she?”
With each comment, he would blush and give a quiet thank you, hiding just a
little. He enjoyed the compliments, but he wasn't as fond of the preditory
looks women were giving Ivan. Everytime he felt treatened he would give a very
purposeful look, clinging closer to his Daddy, leating his head against Ivan's
arm. But it was Ivan who held even tighter around Matthew’s waist if the men
offered comments. One man had been so bold as to kiss the back of Matthew’s
hand with a lavish bow, it had earned a look that would have made Matthew’s
blood run cold if it had been aimed at him. but the man had simply smirked and
taken his leave. Ivan watched him go before turning to Matthew bending to bow
“would you do me the honour of a dance princess?” he asked charmingly.
The pair moved to an area of the dance floor just as a classical piece had
ended, It had been a mix of music all night, all though every song had fit the
dark but sophisticated feel. They posed, Ivan’s hand falling around behind to
Matthew’s mid back, Matthew automatically putting a hand on Ivan's shoulder. He
was a bit nervous as he took Ivan’s other hand. He didn't know how to dance
like this... Ivan seemed to pick up on it, leaning forward to whisper once more
“Just follow my lead little one. I won’t let you fall” Matthew nodded and
smiled.
The song that started a second later felt a little more modern, but still fit
well with the strangely haunting violin in the background . They twisted around
the room, twirling in time around the floor with the other dancers. Matthew
soon felt dizzy, but it was a welcomed feeling as he was pressed close to the
other, little space between them. He Focused on locking eyes with Ivan as he
followed the footsteps, only looking away if he was spun, his dress flared and
twirled with them… he was completely trapped in the moment.The lyrics truly fit
the feeling,
“ It's a melodic, erotic, hypnotic kind of dance. The way the music controls
you and the touch of your hand. Mesmerized by your eyes and the way you move.
We can dance all night to this hypnotic groove”
Excitement ran through him as Ivan twirled him out, pulling him back to dip him
kissing his neck like he was some movie star. It felt like a dream, and as much
as he wanted to keep dancing, he was breathless by the time the song ended. He
wasn’t use to so much movement!
The pair walked back towards a sitting area, Matthew smiling and panting though
he though Daddy looked completely composed. a simple playful smile lighting his
face as he looked down fondly. Matthew was completely at ease and ensnared in
the feeling the look gave him, he didn’t notice as he bumped into someone,
having to grab them to steady himself. Ivan’s hand darting around his waist as
an extra support.
“S-sorry” He stuttered in a whisper as he drew his hand back, turning to cling
to Ivan again, face red as he turned into his Daddy’s arms, suddenly nervous
again. he looked sheepishly at the man who had had to, in turn, grab the table
next to him for balnce.
The man smiled from under his own dark mask, regaining his composure easily,
“Not to worry, no harm done” He gave a deep bow of his head “Enjoy your evening
little miss” Matthew gave a small smile and nodded before being swept off to
the chairs for a rest.
-
The rest of the evening went flawlessly, and by midnight Matthew was too
exhausted to do much, He wound up curled up in Ivan’s lap in one of the comfier
booths in the back of the room. His head rested against Ivan’s chest. The
larger man simply smiled down on his curled up little princess, stroking and
kissing his curls. He was content there until Matthew’s eyes started to
flutter… It was way past his bedtime.. and it had been a very exciting night,
even with the mid day nap he had to get his doll back to bed.
“I think” Ivan said finally , drawing a pair of sleepy eyes to his “It’s time
for bed da?” Matthew hummed in agreement, curling back to nestle again Ivan’s
chest. He chuckled, Making sure he had a good hold before standing, carrying
the small boy back toward the stairs.
As they climbed he looked down noticing the small smile Matthew wore as he
fingered the material of Ivan’s tie. “Did you have a good night princess?” He
asked softly
“Yes, thank you daddy” Matthew whispered, fighting to keep his eyes open.
The fight was soon lost, Matthew falling asleep in the car before they were
even half way home, his mask slipping off. Ivan untied it before he had to
rouse Matthew gently to get him out of the car. It was evident he wasn’t going
to be walking to bed at any speed, so Ivan scooped him up as soon as he was
cleared of the car door. Matthew’s arms wrapped around his neck, Maskless face
now pushed into it.
They made it back to the bed and Matthew held onto the frame, wobbling a little
as he was freed from the dress, Ivan didn’t bother doing much else besides
stripping him of everything but his panties. letting his princess curl up in
Ivan's bed without any other clothing.
He looked over the sleeping boy with a smile before getting himself striped
down and climbing in with him. Matthew, even in sleep, gravitated towards him
and soon was smiling peacefully in dreaming. Ivan wrapped arms around him,
holding close and fell asleep himself with a smile.
Chapter End Notes
     Matthew's dress.
     http://www.aliexpress.com/item/New-Style-Lace-Organza-Ribbon-Sash-A-
     Line-Pink-and-Black-Gothic-Wedding-Dresses-Custom-Made/
     32349870244.html
     the song they danced too.
     https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UjHhSHe_qkA&feature=youtu.be
     Simon Curtis has some truly awesome and dark songs. I heard this one
     and my eyes just lit up because it sounds like a dark masquerade to
     me...
     A violet wand is a bdsm tool. It's for electric play. There are all
     sorts of attachments. I barely even touched on it here! Apparently
     with the knife bit, if you wrap saran wrap around the person and slip
     the electrified knife under if it feels like they're being flayed!
     Not my cup a tea, but have at it if ya like I suppose.
***** into the nest *****
Chapter Notes
     two chapters?! yes! I posted two chapters at once bolding that so
     people look XD I lose track of how many chapters I read in stories I
     follow, and sometimes I wind up missing a chapter >.
Alfred sat on the couch pouting with the bowl of candy next to him. his little
trip to Carlos’s had landed him on house arrest.
Papa had been freaked enough to let detective I've-never-heard-of-tweezers stay
on the couch overnight to make sure he didn’t escape or whatever, and then the
pair of them had pretty well teamed up to lecture him on the effects of drugs.
Like he needed that reminder…
Detective Kirkland at least had stayed calm… He was sure Papa was going to
burst a blood vessel he was screaming so loud… Alfred, of course felt horrible.
he hadn’t really been thinking.. and in hindsight, taking the same drug that
had lead his brother to go missing… well… Maybe Francis had been right to freak
out. It had been a pretty dickish move...
There again, Alfred thought the drug itself was punishment enough! How Matthew
had taken that more than once was beyond him. Alfred had spent the whole night
convinced he was going to die! seeing things, his heart hammering... no thank
you. Either way, A whim of emotionally charged need to know had lead to this
exaggerated punishment... It had been four months and he was still on a short
leash. Papa’s previous paranoia amplified. That’s why he was here on Halloween
night handing candy out to brats while most of his friends were celebrating… At
least he wasn’t alone…
“wanna watch Halloween or Friday the 13th?” Gilbert asked as he knelt in front
of the TV looking through DVD’s “Or night of the living dead maybe?”
Gilbert was about the only friend left who bothered to spend any time with
Alfred. It wasn’t like his other friends had suddenly turned into huge assholes
towards him… and he really couldn’t blame them. What do you say to a guy who’s
been a headcase over a missing family member for the past eight months and now
can’t even go out to give him stuff to talk about?
Nothing… you say nothing to them. you put your head down and pretend you don’t
see them to avoid awkward conversations and second hand depression.
Gilbert, however, seemed immune to it. He had been more Matthew’s friend then
Alfred’s before Matt got into drugs, but the two had bonded over the years
while trying to drag his ass back into normalcy… and now over the fact that
they had no fucking clue where he was and missed the hell out of him.
“I dunno…” Alfred said with a shrug “what about resident evil?” Tit’s and
zombies… who could complain?
“Alright! umbrella corporation it is then!” He exclaimed grabbing the DVD and
putting it in before headed back to the couch and stuffing a handful of popcorn
in his mouth.
Alfred was just starting to relax and get into the movie when Francis came out,
sitting in an empty chair “Mind if I join you?” he asked, glass of wine in his
hand.
“No problem with me Mr. Bonnefoy” Gilbert said simply, eyes still fixed on the
screen. Alfred however, pouted. He understood why, but he still wasn’t thrilled
about being stuck in the house…
“I thought you had plans tonight with Arthur” He said moodily. earning him a
warning look.
“Detective Kirkland had something come up at work… I assume you still find his
work important”
Alfred perked up, and Gilbert paused the movie turning attention to the blonde
in the chair, “ Is it something with Mattie?!” Alfred asked, voice hopeful.
“He couldn’t say” Grumbled Francis, apparently he was just as put off by it as
Alfred… Though Alfred was a teenager who could lash out at people who were at
no fault just because he was mad.
“pfft… whatever… What’s the point of fucking the detective if you can’t get any
info…” he grumbled crossing his arms and falling back against the couch.
“I’m not ‘fucking’ Arthur” Francis said with a warning look. At this point
Gilbert caught in the middle of a very uncomfortable family moment… “ He is
merely helping me through this… Do not insult me, or his generosity with your
crassness Alfred.”
Alfred should have shut up at this point… The comment and following
repercussions would have been dropped, but… “ yeah, I’m sure his ass is of
great comfort…”
Gilbert was sent home, and Alfred had a very quiet night of handing out candy
solo without TV.
---
Arthur walked into the large hall. The ornateness of the place alone was
stunning… Carved wood and breath taking paintings… Of course, Arthur was not
here to take in the scenery, He was undercover following a lead.
The past four months of digging had lead him here. There had seemed to be next
to no similarities between Ravis and Matthew’s case at first, when you looked
closer the victims were strikingly similar. Besides the obvious looks, Ravis
had been a teenage alcoholic, meaning both boys had substance issues. They both
had a tendency to go missing for days at a time, and they both had seemed to
vanish on the first night of another would be bender with little to no evidence
left behind.
Interviewing people and digging up old surveillance footage from seedy bars and
surrounding area’s had been a mind numbing task… but it had gotten him
something. A tall spiky haired blonde… despite the fact that Ravis and Matthew
had gone missing more than a year apart, last seen on opposite sides of the
city… This one man had been in the same places as both boys on the night they'd
last been seen.
It was a lead he clung too.
It lead to more interviews, more paperwork, more time put in… But he was
determined. After finding Ravis and the other boys the way he did… He was not
putting Matthew’s family through that if he could help it!
Especially not Francis… no… he couldn’t watch that.
The man had been infuriating at first. Constant calls and badgering. Arguments
and yelling matches over whether he was qualified to handle it. All between
breakdowns and crying. He had labeled Francis an irritating nutcase who was
hindering his work!
But after Alfred’s little stunt, and the beginning of finding the lead,
Arthur's opinion changed. he had grown a soft spot for the Frenchman who had
spread a blanket over him when he fell asleep on the couch waiting to see if
Alfred would need to be chased down again. He had watched a passionate father
lecture his child, refusing to put up with the bullshit excuses. Not the push
over he had pinned him for with Matthew's circumstance...
They had started spending time together, bonding under the guise of friendship
and simple support between human beings.. when really what was actually
happening was probably not all that ethical. Arthur felt on more than one
occasion he was taking advantage of the grieving father… But then Francis had
been the one to slam him against the wall, shoving his tongue down Arthur’s
throat…
That was neither here nor there at the moment though. Arthur was focused… He
had to be. This wasn’t exactly a community Halloween party. It was the
Masquerade ball of a well known, but impossible to prosecute, don…
The man in question, Ivan Braginsky, was a top power, untouchable. He would be
a hell of a person to try and bring down… But that’s not what Arthur was there
to do… in fact he had every intention of avoiding the crime lord at all costs.
His focus was the spikey hair blonde, Lar’s. The tip and the way into this
party had been a last minute breakthrough… He had wrangled himself an initial
meet with the man who apparently, was a skilled abductor. He was posing as an
interested party, looking for a pretty little thing of his own. It had been set
up by one of Arthur’s buddies who was deep undercover chasing a completely
different lead.
Only Lar’s was late… It was ten thirty-five and he was suppose to have met the
man over half an hour ago. It wasn’t a comfortable atmosphere to be in… not in
the least. Though Arthur put on a good show, carting around his drink as he
talked it up with other party goers… It was all going fine before he felt the
impact of a hit. a gloved hand braced on him as he had to put his own hand back
to catch himself on the table. The hand was gone quickly and he looked over in
curiosity coming face to face with exactly who he was avoiding… Mr. Braginsky
“S-sorry” Whispered a voice before Arthur could speak. He looked down at the
girl who had run into him. She was turning herself in against Ivan, the large
terrifying Russian obviously protecting her. his arm circled her and he gave an
icy glare that had Arthur worried about his head staying attached if he wasn’t
very polite…
Arthur turned a smile on the girl, she was pretty little thing, obviously a shy
one… not who you’d expect a don to be with. Perhaps it was his daughter or
something? she seemed young enough… though her face was half hidden with the
mask and shadows, so he could be way off with her age. “Not to worry, no harm
done” He said cheerfully, giving a deep bow of his head, “Enjoy your evening
little miss” The girl gave a small smile and the death glare from above stopped
as the pair continued on their way, allowing Arthur to take a deep breath.
Finally, Arthur made his way to the booths, about ready to give up when a woman
slid in across from him “Jack Simpson right?” She said sweetly, giving the
alias he had picked
“Yes, that’s me” Arthur said with a devilish smile “And what’s your name love?”
It drew a giggle and a wink from the bubbly red head “That’s a secret.” She
leaned forward over the table between them, “But I have a private message from
our dear dear friend Lars.”
Arthur raised an eyebrow, smirk still in place “oh do you now?” he said leaning
back “Best come whisper it to then hadn’t ya pet?”
The redhead gave him a smirk of her own but stood none the less, moving to
slide in next to him. moving close and cupping her hand over his ear “He’ll
meet you tomorrow at noon, coffee shop down on 24th with the cracked tea cup
sign.” Her voice took on a heated desperate kind of moan as she continued “then
he’ll make all your dreams come true”
Arthur forced a smile as she pulled away. He turned to put a finger under the
girl's chin, holding her eyes beyond the electric blue mask “Thank you for the
message , you can tell him I'll be there…" He turned his own tone to a
seductive growl "are you sure you don’t want to try and make a few of those
dreams come true tonight love?”
“oh Jack… you make a tempting offer” she said smile taking on a slightly acidic
quality “But I’m not a toy for sale~”
“Shame” He said raking his eyes downward in a filthy way before turning back to
his drink and adding in a clearly board tone “run back to you master then”
Without another word, she got up, leaving the table. Arthur held back a sigh.
Playing the part was important, but it still made his skin crawl…
Tonight it appears, had been a test. seeing if he’d show, how he acted… he had
passed. So tomorrow he’d head down to 24th for lunch at the coffee shop with
the cracked teacup… for now however…
He pulled a pocket watch out of his pocket and examined it, Eleven thirty..
time to get heading home. It would be a long process considering he had to stop
at a hotel, changed outfits and cars before he could actually go home. there
again, staying at the hotel room he had paid for didn’t seem like a bad option…
He rose from the booth, once again passing closer to the don then he wanted,
the girl now clearly exhausted curling in his lap. Such a sweet little thing in
his hands, it brought a lot of questions…there again, If he didn’t know about
the things that man had done, he would have painted him as a teddy bear in that
moment. Ivan regarded the girl so gently… not saying a word as her make-up
transferred onto his suit.
He didn’t linger on the thoughts their relationship brought, god know’s you’d
have to be an idiot to tangle with that… For now he was just going to go sleep,
tomorrow focusing on the next step leading him closer to Matthew...
***** Falling down the rabbit hole *****
Chapter Notes
     wow this took a while to get back on, but here I am! A new chapter!
     wahoo! It bounces around to a few people, but finally we have a
     bridge built!
     It's also a bit short... but hey, at least it's going up!
Arthur woke the next morning, dressing in a simple sweater and jeans. Getting
set to meet the man from the night before, He was one step closer to solving
all this. He could feel it.
He had in fact spent the night in the hotel, however it wasn't exactly alone…
he looked back over at Francis's sleeping form and cringed. It probably wasn’t
completely smart to call him the night before, nor was it to invite him to
spend a night. Especially not when he was set to continue Matthew’s case this
morning.
Obviously he couldn't tell Francis what he was doing… it could complicate the
investigation and perhaps even damage it. Emotional parents tended to act
rather than think. Emotions over logic weren’t helpful.
Of course at this point, god knows how objective Arthur even was anymore.
He sighed looking at the clock, ten am and he had to get across the city. He
walked to Francis, bending to place a kiss on the sleeping man's forehead. What
was he getting himself into… Picking up the paper and pen by the desk, he
jotted down a quick note explaining he had to work and didn’t want to wake him
before leaving. Arthur hoped Francis would see it as a sweet thing rather than
cold… but who knows…
Traffic at least wasn't terrible he noted as he sat in the driver's seat of the
black car with fake plates. It had only taken an hour to cross the city, and
now he was getting out, looking to burn his last hour of waiting in little
shops along 24th before heading to the coffee shop with the cracked cup sign.
The neighborhood was horrible, but it was great either. there were interesting
knickknacks and he’d even found a shop that sold some decent embroidery thread…
It really was a shame he didn’t want to make it a habit to be in this area
after today, the thread was steeply under-priced for what it was.
By the end of the hour he’d made his way to the coffee shop, It was a dark
place, spotlessly clean, but worn. Arthur could see that at one point it had
been charming, before the area had gone down hill that is. He placed an order
for a cup of earl grey and a scone before sitting at a table near the back.
It was brought to him by a tall blonde with a large scar over his left eye not
two minutes later. Arthur opened his mouth to say thank you when the man sat
down across from him.
“Jack. Good to see you again” he droned, the green eyes showing none of the
enthusiasm he claimed.
“likewise” Arthur said with a smile, “thanks for this” he said lifting the tea
cup and drinking. Lars, he assumed, simply nodded
“So you're interested in a dog then?” he asked leaning back in his chair and
taking out a cigarette and lighting it. None of the patrons looked put off, or
phased even, so Arthur assumed this was regular behavior.
“yes. A pup, not so young it needs potty training, put not to old to be
trained.” Arthur replied cooly.
Lars nodded “any preference on colour?” he took another deep drag.
“Not particularly. Pure bred whatever.” Arthur said off handily, sipping his
tea again.
“Anything else? “
“make sure it's clean. No fleas, bad habits…”
“ once I get him, you gotta pick him up right away. I don't run a doggy
daycare”
“of course” Arthur said nodding. He needed just a little more… something more
substantial… he leaned forward a bit trying to force the idea of what he was
asking out of his mind “I wonder if it possible to make sure he's circumcised.”
Lars raised an eyebrow “I think we could find a way to accommodate that…” he
sat up more, a ghost of a smile on his lips, “ We might have something for you
now actually, if you're interested… His buyer didn’t show. Poor little guy.
Italian greyhound. A bit whiny, but fairly well behaved.”
Arthur raised a bushy eyebrow in return, hiding his nerves and slight
excitement “oh? Well… can I see him then?”
“follow me” Lars said as he stood. Not waiting as he walked towards the back.
Arthur stood and took off after him, there were stairs leading down behind the
immaculate kitchen.
“Does he have a name then?” Arthur asked as they came down the steps and went
through a door where Arthur’s steps stuttered and he half froze. damn.
“His name’s Lovino, though you can change it to whatever you want of course” He
drawled raising an eyebrow at Arthur’s sudden stop. The brit regained his
composure quickly walking to the table in slight nerves over the thought of
being recognized. in reality it looked like the Italian boy he’s questioned a
town over was way to high to even notice him.
“He’s a pretty little thing” Arthur said with a grin, tracing a finger over his
chest and feeling a little sick at it. “and he’s how much then?” He said
Curiously, lifting the boxers to put on the illusion of checking while not
really looking at anything.
“For you? well… since you are kinda helping me out of a tight spot... “ Lars
moved to the table and scribbled down a number on a sheet of paper, presenting
it Arthur rose an eyebrow but nodded.
“I could pay that.” He said slipping the paper into his back pocket before
drawing out a leather case and holding up his badge almost broadly “Or you
could just let him go to me freely now while we have a little discussion”
Lars looked startled and reached for something “I wouldn’t…” Arthur said “If
you think I came alone… “ he chuckled replacing the badge at the bold faced
lie, “but I’d rather not make a scene. I have a deal to offer you see, It seems
you may have answers to a few questions I have…”
--
Lars scowled as he got into his car. “fucking sting… what the hell….” He
grumbled. Now he was under some jacked up detectives thumb just so he could
avoid life and possibly get a solitary cell in a more secure prison where he
was less likely to be stabbed…
The asshole had been tracking a kid he’d snatched ages ago. How he’d even
gotten this far along the chain was impossible… at least the look on Arthur’s
face when Lars had revealed who he’d sold the brat to was worth it. There
wasn’t a cop on earth who wanted to take on B. Except apparently this suicidal
moron.
He had been so pleased at the thought of getting rid of that damn kid too! He
and bell had been watching, making sure he was right and finally snatched him
perfect to specifications. Clean, quiet, a bit dumb… sadly they hadn’t fully
realized he was a twin and had grabbed the wrong one. Loud mouthed little shit…
Luckily they had finally found the right combo of meds to take the kid from
whining begging jackass to quietly crying. This guy seemed like enough of a
moron to fall for it too, he thought everything was going great, even the
inflated price...
Maybe he’d gotten a little too money hungry, not cautious enough. Now it was
biting him in the ass.
He pulled up in front of the large estate. He’d been here a few times for
meetings… getting specs on the type of boy Mr. Braginsky wanted. He had been
planning on visiting sometime soon.. The news of the three loli boys found in
the woods reaching him, further info confirming who they were…
Either way, he’d planned on coming and checking in to see if the boss needed
any new toys. He didn’t give a shit what the guy did with them, as long as he
paid.
He got past security easily enough, a familiar face as he strode through the
hall and into the main office, greeting by a vaguely familiar face, though not
Katyusha’s like he was so use too. She was a cute little thing, maybe a bit
under dressed… maybe she was here with one of his business partners…
Then violet eyes flashed towards him as he walked closer and he got a small
“Hello” and it hit him. He raised an eyebrow, It was that kid. He rarely saw
any of Ivan’s dolls outside of the room… only one he remembered was the first
at that Halloween party last year. Lars hadn’t actually gone this year, he had
a deal. Either way he greeted the boy with a simple “Hello”
-
Matthew hummed happily and leaned back The hem of his pale pink dress raised
showing off a sliver of milky white thigh above his black stockings. He was
sitting on the empty desk in front of Daddys office. it was meant for Katyusha,
but she was already gone for the day. The now seventeen year old turned his
head, looking out the window and kicking his feet. When Daddy was done work for
the day, he promised they could play and Mattie was gonna make sure daddy
didn’t forget him! Not that he ever did in real life… But sometimes he did in
Matthews dreams.
He had been sitting very patiently for a half an hour when the door opened.
Sadly, not the door to the office… but the door leading from the hall into the
waiting room that Matthew was currently in. His eyes flashed towards the sound
as a tall figure strolled towards him. “Hello” he said with a shy little smile.
The strange man raised an eyebrow in surprise “hello” he said plainly, his hair
was sticking straight up, showing off a nasty scar over his eye. Scars didn’t
bug Mattie, in fact, they fascinated him. “What happened above your eye?” He
asked tilting his head innocently as he continued to kick his feet. Matthew
knew maybe it wasn’t all that polite, but they made him so very curious. He
wondered what it looked like when it was open and fresh…
The man chuckled with a half smirk “Didn’t do what I was told” The green eyes
raked over him “I’m sure you have one or two of those by now don’t you?”
Matthew frowned, not only at the implication that Ivan would ever hurt him,
but… that voice… he tilted his head and pouted. he couldn’t place it exactly,
but he didn’t like it. nervously this time “What are you here for?”
“I’m here to see your master” he answered,
Matthew felt a cold wash over him. he scowled, suddenly not liking this man at
all. “My Daddy is busy” He insisted strongly, crossing his arms stubbornly.
“I don’t mind waiting” The man said as he took a seat, “Especially with a
little treasure like yourself” Matthew watched as he sat, leaning forward,
raking eyes over him. “You’re even prettier now, I knew you’d turn out to be a
good fit” He frowned “But why weren’t you killed off?”
Matthew felt ice in his veins, his chest tightened. I gotta say, wouldn’t mind
keeping this one to myself, boy or not that’s one pretty face. He shook, and
something stirred in the back of his mind, fear running through him.
Daddy! He wanted daddy! But… Would he be mad? Matthew jumped down and moved
behind the desk cowering a little as the man smirked
“Ahhh… you remember me?” He asked
Matthew felt tears gathering in his eyes his chest heaving, Daddy would be mad…
he’d be mad because … He just would! The man had made him dirty, he made him
bad!
and now he was standing up
“No! Don’t come near me!” Matthew screeched “Don’t touch me, don’t touch me!
You can’t touch me! Daddy!”
He heard the office door slam open and he turned eyes full of tears, running
straight for Ivan, feeling more comforted then scared by the gun he held.
“Please Daddy don’t be mad t me, don’t be mad… I didn’t want him to touch me I
didn’t-”
There was a click, and Ivan’s voice was very gentle, but held a firmness,
“Matvey calm down and tell Daddy why you are so upset” Matthew looked up, the
gun was pointed at Lars, whose face was suddenly very pale.
“don’t be mad at me…” He whispered burying his face in Ivan’s chest as he
shook.
“I won’t be mad at you princess, I promise…”
“I-I was just coming to see if you wanted more dolls,” Lars started “I swear I
didn’t touch him!”
“He touched me before… It hurt Daddy… he hurt me when i was waiting for you to
come get me and save me… the lady said you’d be mad, but he did anyway and it
hurt!” He cried, stepping impossibly closer.
There was a heart beat, and then a loud bang from the gun that cased Matthew to
start. Quickly he turned as the screams of pain filled the room, more men
running in. But Matthew’s eyes were set on his leg, the hole torn straight
through.
He didn’t even react as Ivan scooped him, one armed to sit there, his other
hand still pointing the gun as he moved closer. Matthew held around his daddy’s
shoulders, looking forward. He could hear begging but he wasn’t listening, his
eyes flitting from the scar to the blood and his face lit up. changing from
upset, to fascinated and focused
“Daddy?” He said calmly and sweetly, eyes not leaving Lars as the blond looked
up at him, though he could feel a slight relax in the Ivan’s right shoulder.
“Could I have him… to play with…” He looked at Ivan, eyes somewhat empty as he
smiled cruelly, “He looked like he could be a fun toy”
Ivan looked back reproachfully. “Play how…”
“Not the way I play with Daddy…” Matthew soothed, nuzzling in against his neck
before smirking downwards as he looked straight into Lars’ terrified eyes. “I
wanna play with him like I did with my sisters…”
***** play hard *****
Chapter Summary
     slight gore~
Chapter Notes
     Yeah, it's taking me a while to update lately, sorry guys. If any of
     you read Gilded cage, I am working on it, but I've been having the
     WORST writers block. I'm trying to work through it though, and I am
     working on things, just slowly.
Ivan looked at his computer screen, the setup seemed safe enough. He’d tied
Lars down himself, the traitor tucked away in one of the basement chambers.
Matthew would be there any moment, a few very trusted security outside the door
ready to heed Ivan’s word to get in there if his princess was in danger.
The door opened and Matthew bounced in sweetly, arms behind his back as he
spoke. his dress was simple in case of blood stains. behind him trailed the
security pushing a cart of shining tools. Matthew turned with a bright smile
and Ivan turned on the sound, pulling a headphone into his ear
“Thank you so much~” he said sweetly before turning to the camera and smiling
“Thank you too Daddy~ I love you~” Ivan smirked, but didn’t respond yet.
Matthew’s smile didn’t falter, he knew Ivan would be watching him.
The boy turned to the bed as the door closed behind security leaving him alone
in the room with the tied up man. Lars had been stripped right down, only in
boxers, just like Matthew had been. “Now what am I gonna do~” he said happily.
Ivan could see Lars’ eyes widening as Matthew fingered the tools. “Daddy said I
could do anything to you… as long as I don’t let you touch me like you did,
cause it was a bad thing you did.” he ended with a pout.
There was muffled whining and Matthew’s tinkling laughter reached his ears
“Well that’s pointless! I can’t hear you through the gag!” He sat on the side
of the bed and ran a finger over the scar that sat above Lars’ eye. “I don’t
like your voice. It’s ugly, you use it for ugly things… so you’re not allowed
to talk any more.”
Matthew crawled up getting in close and Ivan zoomed in, he caught Matthew’s
smile “don’t worry Daddy, I just want a better look~” he purred before talking
to lars again “I didn’t get to know much about scars from my sisters…” He mused
tracing the one over Lars’ eye, “They all died pretty quick… but I had to, I
mean, they wanted to hurt daddy… I couldn’t just let that happen now could I?”
he sat back on his heels a frown deepening “Come to think of it… you gave them
to him didn’t you?’ The blade he held moved quickly, slicing over Lar’s arm and
causing a sound of protest and surprise “You hurt Daddy and I don’t like that”
Ivan felt a rush of affection. His perfect little princess was so protective.
He felt blessed to be loved so very deeply, and there was a strange beauty in
the way he was moving, in the morbid fascination and cold disregard.
Matthew’s face contorted into cruelty “No one is going to miss you… Daddy
certainly won’t” he slid the knife, slower this time, over Lars collar bone “He
doesn’t need anymore dolls. He has me, I’m his princess and no one else could
ever be good enough!” Lars screamed around the gag as the knife was buried in
this shoulder.
Matthew turned to the camera with a smile “Isn’t that right daddy? No one could
ever love you as much as me, right?!”
Ivan leaned forward smiling as he spoke “Right, and Daddy could not love anyone
more than you.” He paused and then added “Please be careful not to cut yourself
princess. Daddy would be sad”
Matthew beamed and nodded “I’ll be super careful daddy!” he giggled joyfully
before turning and yanking the knife out, blood splattering the wall and slowly
dripping down.
-
Lars’ throat was raw from was screaming and sobbing around the gag by the time
Matthew was done for the day. He was covered in swirls and crude drawings. The
slight blonde stood, covered in blood, and smiled sweetly “My hand is starting
to cramp, so I think I’m done for the day.” He turned to the camera “Daddy? I
wanna come out and see you now~”
The door opened a moment later, and to Matthew’s joy, Ivan stood there in a set
of scrubs, ready to greet him. His laptop to the side, feed still playing,
“Daddy~!” He exclaimed happily bouncing, when Ivan held out his arms with a
warm smile Matthew was only too happy to walk right into the hold, giggling and
nosing into the fabric “Did I make him pretty, Daddy~?” He asked looking up
“Da, Very pretty…” Ivan said looking maybe a little stunned seeing it up close
with Matthew's joyful innocence. “But I think we forgot something.” He pulled
back and took out a large bottle of clear liquid.
“Water?” Matthew pouted “Do I have to feed and water him to?” that wasn’t fun…
“No, someone else will see to that. This is alcohol, you wouldn’t want him
infected yet would you?” Matthew smiled, eye flashing wickedly for a split
second before looking sugar sweet again.
“Of course not daddy!” He took the bottle, opening it as he walked back to the
bed and speaking with the broken and gagged man “Now~ This is gonna sting a
little” He warned before tipping the bottle and pouring the clear fluid all
over Lars damaged skin, renewing the torn screams .
Matthew finished, shaking drops out of the bottle. “There! All clean!” He
announced, turning he placed the bottle on the table and ran back to Ivan,
giggling as he was scooped up. He smiled and gave his daddy a kiss on the cheek
“Can I get cleaned up now?” He asked happily.
“Of course princess,” He said turning from the loud man tied to the bed,
exiting the room to let the security in to remove the tray. “What would you
like to do after that?”
“Do you have to work more?” Matthew asked frowning
“I have a little bit to do yes…” Ivan answered apologetically
Matthew bit his lip looking up sheepishly “Can I colour in your office, I’ll be
really quiet” He promised.
“Not today” Ivan answered, drawing out a pout “Oh that’s a sad look… Daddy
needs to make some important phone calls, you’ll distract me too much, even if
you’re silent.”
Matthew sighed and nodded, secretly a little pleased that he could be a
distraction by just being near his Daddy.
“Can I watch a movie while I wait for you?” He asked tipping his head
Ivan hummed, “I don’t see why not, princess. We’ll go down and I’ll set one up
for you and then after we’ll do something together, da?”
Matthew nodded cheerfully, curling in “Kay!”
-
Matthew wanted to keep track of the healing process on Lars… but he was simply
too curious to wait. It took so long! However, he had other curiosities to tend
to while he waited, and today he was looking after one of those.
“This is probably gonna hurt and bleed a lot.” He said in a sing song voice.
Lars already having tears run down his face. Matthew reached over grabbing the
scalpel as he sat on the man's lower leg, and dragged the blade down, biting in
deep to his thigh, in a long clean cut. He watched as blood sluggishly oozed
for a moment before grabbing a cloth, wiping it away. He traced the edges with
one finger, the other reaching for the needle and thread on the table.
“Now… this is my first time, so be patient with me~” He purred with a grin. If
the restraints weren’t so good, this could be dangerous… but Ivan had checked
them himself. They were strong. Carefully he brought the needle down, and
started stitching. Skin was kinda tough to get through! By the end of his messy
row of stitches he was frowning again, he cut the thread and put the needle
back. “My hands already tired from all that! And it’s kinda ugly… but we’ll see
how it heals!” Lars chest was heaving with sobs.
He was about to call to leave, but he tilted his head to the side “you know… “
He said shuffling right up to sit on Lars stomach, looking at the other slices
that had closed over the week time period “The body is such an amazing thing…
it heals so quickly. Daddy had to hit me because of you… but he made sure I
healed and didn’t scar… I do have some though!” He added brightly, lifting the
hem of his dress enough to release the clip on his stockings, rolling them down
to show off his leg. “I did these to myself though… after my sisters. Daddy
wasn’t happy with me when he found them like that” Matthew frowned “But they
were traitors. They wanted to hurt him. I could never ever let anything hurt
Daddy…” The green eyes widened in realization.
“But… you knew they were dead before you came didn’t you?” Matthew smiled
tilting his head. “That’s why you came to offer more. So that means…” He picked
up a scalpel “You’ve seen what I’m capable of. Does it scare you?” He relished
the muffled scream as the blade dragged along Lars’ collarbone, biting right
into it viciously. He was pressing down so hard that when the door opened
suddenly and he jumped, the blade slipped, sticking right into Lars throat.
He flinched pulling it back and getting coated in blood spray, the scalpel fell
to the floor as he scrambled back and looked scared over his shoulder relieved
a moment later to see Ivan standing there. He pouted “Daddy” He whined as he
climbed off, dripping in gore while Lars panicked and bled out behind him. “You
startled me!”
Ivan cast a glance over at Lars as he gurgled, eye fading. He looked back at
Matthew and offered a small smile and a shrug. “I’m sorry little one” He said
scooping Matthew up easily and making him giggle. He didn’t even flinch at the
blood soaking into his scrubs. “It looks like you hit a bad spot too” He
mirrored Matthew’s sad pout.
“He was a fun toy too…” Matthew sighed tucking his head under Ivan’s chin.
Ivan’s large hands holding him a little tighter, kissing the only clean part of
his face,
“I’m sorry princess. How about we go clean you up and get some ice cream to
cheer you up? Maybe Daddy can get you another toy soon hmm?” Matthew looked up
and beamed, giggling and holding Ivan closer,
“Thank you Daddy~ I love you~” He exclaimed, earning a chuckle and another kiss
to the head
“I Love you too little one, let’s go clean up”
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