Matthew is Mine

"Um."

Alfred had really been patient for quite a long time. It was impressive, considering his typically short attention span, but, truth be told, he'd hardly sit still for so long were he not amused to begin with.

And it was quite amusing, really, no one had ever tied him up this way before.

Kiku had been gentle, delicate hands proficient and kind as he worked at the latches and clasps, dark eyes patient with knowing affection, this sort of binding is called kinbaku, he explained to Alfred, it was an art.

Under the binds, Alfred was naked as the day he was born, and, many years his elder, Kiku gazed at his body with quiet appreciation, handling him deliberately with utmost care, because Alfred was somebody special.

It didn't feel bad. It felt tight, pressing and odd, but not bad, it felt erotic, Alfred hadn't thought it could be done up that way.

He hadn't thought Kiku had it in him, but he was young, he was naive and unassuming, he figured that Japan was simply innocent and America would show him what it's all about.

Kiku thought he was really very cute.

His fingers ran gently over his naked skin and the alternating ridges of the binds, dark eyes quiet and mind deep in thought, shall we take some pictures, shall we have you painted this way?

Truly, Alfred didn't really mind.

He had no qualms about being painted nude, he had no qualms about being nude to begin with, and no qualms about being tied up, because, apparently, Kiku knew how to tie you up so that it didn't feel bad.

He did things to Alfred that Alfred never thought of doing before, he gently threaded in a catheter, he dressed him partly like a girl, he put a tiny vibrator inside him that he promised eventually he would take out—

"Shall we call up England-san,"

He gently had asked, lips moving softly against Alfred's ear,

"Shall we have him come over?"

And Alfred would really have loved to reply, but he found that, for once, he could not find the words, not with that thing there inside him, tied up and motionless so he couldn't even fidget very much—

He really was beautiful, Kiku had thought, his cheeks flushed with youth, that innocent gaze in his eyes, childlike, curious, he wasn't unhappy, he didn't resist, but he was astonished, that was for sure.

Strong guy like that, he could probably break out of the binds if he tried—

But he didn't break out, he waited with patience as Kiku had parted his thighs, the white plastic cable emanating wet from inside of him and onto the sheets, how does that feel? Shall we take this out?

But he left it inside, he left it in even as he took his place between Alfred's legs, even as gently he made his way in, hands careful and knowing just under his thighs, oh, it felt good—

Alfred gasped, crying out despite himself, strange things like these, he never expected that they could be done so expertly well, that something like that could ever feel good, that it could be done with so much patience and love—

Was this perverted?

Was this profane?

Was there ever really such a thing as innocent, doesn't everybody want—

It was Matthew who beckoned to Francis back then, it was Francis that time who declined,

Please, Matthew whispered, he pleaded and cried, you drove him away, you take care of this now, now you make it up to me, you pay the price—

And that was why Francis had slept with him then, not to spite Arthur, not to to please his own lust, his own drives, his own heart, not to devour the boy in his arms, Matthew was timid and quiet and shy, but he, too, was broken, and wanted to try—

On one side of the fruit display, there stood Roderich; on the other side, Vash, with Liechtenstein quietly holding his hand.

After all those times I'd saved your ass in battle—

"What are you doing here,"

Vash's eyes narrowed, and Roderich stayed quiet,

I'd ask you the same.

"Let's go,"

Vash told his sister, who tugged along quietly, nodding her head, but she briefly looked back—

Kiku's lips were gentle, careful and soft, he kissed Alfred's forehead, his ear and his neck, his mouth, he was passionate, quiet, his hands steady and hot on his member, glistening wet, the fluid streamed out from between Alfred's thighs and onto the mattress beneath, he was shivering, absent, tremulous, warm, even the binds all around him felt sensitive, wet, he was wet all around, he kissed him back hungrily, desperately, he came without being touched from the outside at all, he collapsed against Kiku, astonished and spent, abdomen shivering in after-effect when, very carefully, Kiku pulled the plastic wire out at last—

The small, shining gadget came out slick from inside him, covered in fluid and vibrating quietly with a low hum—

"This will take a few minutes, please hold still—"

Kiku told him as he began then to work at undoing the binds, and Alfred gazed in quiet wonderment as they then came undone and his long limbs came free, he felt absently along the tender span of his skin, every touch was electric, every motion alive—

Kiku had gently helped him stand up, the both of them naked, he quietly led Alfred then into the bath—

Was this what Jones-san had wanted to learn? Is this what he had come here to know?

Attentively, lovingly, he led him in the water, hands gentle as they ran through his hair, through his skin, as they carefully eased the fluid out from inside him, I was the one to get you messy, so it's my place to clean you, as well—

After that he made dinner, and let him stay the night, and Alfred lay quietly to sleep, mentally curious and physically calm, more physically satisfied than he'd been in a very long time—

But troubled, confused, unsure what to make of things or what to do, things weren't obvious, really, or clear, maybe Matthew just wanted—

But if Matthew just wanted—

Then why with the others?

Why not with me?

To be continued...