Trapped in a closet (A RusCan smutt)

AN: Hey this is yoailover4lyfe with another fill from the RusCan kink meme. Someone requested two Nations having sex in a tight space. This is a giftfic for all my readers who followed my story Taking Lessons. It reached the 50 review milestone...so it made my week. So this is a reward for my readers.
Disclaimer: I don't own hetalia just this story idea.
Enjoy


TRAPPED IN A CLOSET

Canada's day could not get any better! Everything was finally going well in the Canadian favor. He manage to get to the meeting early and parked in best parking spot so he would not need to travel far to drive home. Kumajirou was at home therefore he did not have to carry his pet around all day (his shoulders would hurt after). Lastly, there was a designated seat with his name on it. It would never happen at the world meeting! The nations would not bother to get him a chair to sit one. He smiled in joy and his eyes twinkled in delight at the sight of his own chair and name plate right between his brother and England's chair.  When Canada could think it could not get any better, he was finally noticed by someone!

"Is this my birthday today? If so this is greatest day ever!" Canada cheered in his head.

A full blown smile formed on his delicate face. It was too bad for Matthew that good things don't last forever. He went to his seat and lay back enjoying the comfy cushions.

Lost in his thoughts, he was unaware of the person who entered. He was startled when he heard a voice curse to himself. Matthew's head turn to the direction of where the sound came from and saw America with a frustrated look on his face. Matthew eye's traveled lower to see his clothes stained with ketchup stains that Canada could tell came from his dripping burger. America cursed himself again and then looked up to Canada looking back with a 'really Al?' look plastered on his face.

Nothing was said and both brothers stared at each other until a voice broke the silence.

"Dude...umm...if you don't mind could you run to the janitor's closet down the hall to get some paper towels", Alfred spoke sheepishly as he gestured himself to his stained clothes.
Matthew had a dumbfounded look, thinking how Alfred could make a mess of himself. Yet again...he did live with him and he knew he act like a slob. Feeling irate, Matthew spoke with his arms crossed.

"Why do I have to go?" Canada pouted, already peeved inside that someone noticed him just to ask him for a job to do.

Alfred had a confused look on his face, slightly hesitant on which he was speaking to. Canada's left eyebrow rose slightly...he assumed that America forgot whom he was speaking to again. Canada sighed in disappointment.

"I'm Canada...Matthew... your brother", Alfred eyes widen and did a bear hug to his twin.

Canada felt indignant to his clothes being ruined by the hamburger stains.

"Dude...Mattie...sorry about that...I had a 'derp' moment", Alfred smiled.

Canada did another tired sigh. Alfred love to use slang and internet memes in his speech which most nations found annoying and few being confused.

Matthew spoke again, "Al...Why don't you get the paper towels yourself?"

Alfred was quick to interject, "I could broski but I thought it was easier for someone else to do it", his arms moving animatedly to his speech.

Matthew was about to respond but his twin beat him to it.

"Beside I'm the hero and I got to look good..." Alfred did a smile and soon did a puppy eye look, "Pretty Please?".

Matthew hated when Al did the 'puppy look', he was a sucker for it and the fact that America used his secret weapon on him to get him to do all his crazy favors.  America knew he had the advantage over his twin (when remembered) and learn throughout the years that Mattie was a pushover.

"Dude I would totally help you out next time...Scout's honour!" America did place his left hand over his heart in a pledge to keep his promise.

Matthew rolled his eyes in irritation. Matthew could have refused...but the offer was tempting. He could make Alfred do something stupid to get back at him.

"Fine..." he muttered bitterly and it increased in intensity when Matthew saw Alfred's smile widen in gratitude or was it arrogance?

Mattie could not tell. America laughed to himself and the Canadian exit the room to look for the closet. America was trying his best to find a replacement shirt.

Meanwhile in the hallway away from the meeting room.

"BIG BROTHER WHERE ARE YOU?" a shrill voice echoed through the hallways.

Natalya was running in the halls with a derange look on her pretty-doll like visage. She was looking for her brother.

"BIG BROTHER LET'S BECOME ONE YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO!" she called out to her 'fiancée'.

She was right beside him when they both entered the building. Natalya had a strong grip while Russia had discomfort written on it.  Russia used an excuse to use the restroom. Natalya agreed with some difficulty from both siblings, but soon went desperate to find that Russia did not return! It was only for a few minutes the Russian promised and it cost Ivan big time.

She ran towards the hallway and spotted Ivan. Russia took a small break to catch his breath. His gut was signaling him that something was wrong. He turned his head to find Belarus right on his tail.

"GO AWAY!" Ivan screamed so loud that his thick-accent disappeared in fear.

His legs move as fast as he could. He was already tired from running but when he saw his sister got closer his legs had the speed to outrun her.

"Why!...This day was good until Belarus ruined it for me..Da", he cried out in sorrow.

His eyes watered a bit but no tears escaped. He continued running, already formulating a plan to lose her. Ivan's eyes noticed a janitor's closet right at the corner. He was glad that it the door was ajar, so he had somewhere to hide.

"Good if I hide there! She will not find me!" Russia said.

The Russian sprinted towards the door, trying his best to make the left turn down the hall so Belarus will not see him enter the closet.

Russia did succeed and was now hoping that Belarusian will stop searching for him. When Russia did close the door he soon discovered that the closet seem more claustrophobic than usual. Russia tried to stay silent and tried to regulate his heartbeat: scared that his fear will give himself away.

Russia felt pressure located on his back. It was a poking sensation, like a woodpecker pecking into a tree trunk. Ivan noticed assuming it to be a broom end poking him. Ivan was squished inside the minuscule space. He was the largest nation after all! Feeling cramped, Ivan felt an irritating sensation but soon ignored it, deciding to focus on Belarus's voice to see if she was nearby. A whisper-like noise startled the Russian resulting in a low shout to escape from his lips.

The large body turned around quickly knocking a few brooms and cleaning supplies in the process. His eyes widen in surprise to find another person in the closet with him. His first reaction was to ask who the intruder was.

"Who are you?" he asked nicely but his face showed contempt for the unknown person.

Said person replied back with a sigh: his face already filled with disappointment.

"I'm Canada", Matthew reminded sadly.

"Who?" was Ivan's quick reply.

Ivan had no clue who he was. In the back of his mind, he knew who the person was...but it was on the tip of his tongue.  He stayed silent and looked at the floor with a gloomy look on his face. Russia had confused look on his face and leaned closer to Matthew's face. The younger male was surprised at Ivan's approach.

Canada was getting anxious by the Russian's strange behavior. Russia's eyes were clouded with determination, figuring out the puzzle of the person's identity.

Canada, perplexed, did mutter out, "I'm Canada..America's twin".

Ivan's mouth formed a small 'o' and replied back with a giggle. "Da..Comrade Canada! I remember now!".

Russia did a closed eye smile and Canada continued to look at the Russian. His mood elevated slightly, being thankful that someone remembered. Russia did a small pout, his voice sounding so innocent. Canada was getting nervous at what Russia was going to say.

"Comrade...why are you here?", Ivan questioned the arctic nation. Canada replied back, with a stutter.

"I'm here to get some paper towels...for Alfred...he made a mess so I", Canada explained with a stutter.

Canada felt nervous, especially when Russia was staring at him directly at his face with his creepy smile on, "I-I went to look for some in the janitor's closet", he said with a sigh of relief.

Still feeling uneasy, he began to fidget with his hands nervously. Russia noticed the country's being and asked with a curious tone.

"Do I make Canada nervous?", he did a small smile, his face masked with curiosity. Canada was about to answer until both males heard a scream.
"BIG BROTHER! I HEARD YOUR VOICE!",

Ivan whimpered as his first reaction and soon grabbed the Canadian instinctively. The Russian trembled a bit, the fear building in his heart making him restless. Canada saw how scared he was. He was surprised at how frighten the scary nation became. He was about to ask what wrong until he was interrupted by a gloved hand covering his mouth.

"Quiet! Do not say a word!", Ivan whispered quietly for Matthew to hear, but harshly for the command to be followed.

Matthew felt his heart beat faster, still confused about the situation, but if Russia is scared, well he had all the right to worry. Matthew, out of reflex, wrapped his arms holding him tighter. It was a struggle considering the lack of space surrounding the two winter nations. The closet was narrow with barely any room to move their arms but it made up for it in height. The roof was a few feet away from Ivan's head, so even if Russia jumped as high as he could, he would not be able to hit his head. Matthew was thankful that closet was enough for their heights.

Still, feeling cramped and squished, Russia was hugging more tightly as his fear increased. Matthew tried his best to regulate his heart rate by breathing through his nose. Ivan's lips were shut tight, and too was breathing through his nostrils. He tried everything in his power to be silent and hopefully not get caught.

"BIG BROTHER! ARE YOU THERE?",

Natayla yelled across the halls and was running briskly, causing her footsteps to be loud for both males to hear. The Russian's embrace squeezed the life out of the Canadian. He was losing breath unlike other nation began to tremble like leaf. Matthew in mid-suffocation saw Ivan's amethyst eyes water with tears not willing to escape. How odd for the Canadian to always think of others beside his own even in life or death situations.

"R-russia..I-I can't breathe!", Canada breath out, assuming that Russia will get the message to release his hold.

Russia did not hear the Canadian's plea and did the opposite and squished harder as Ivan hear the footstep draw closer.

Ivan was whimpering like a lost child in shopping mall. Canada's heart winced in sympathy. An idea popped in his head and soon decided to comfort him...hugging him to get him to stop. Russia felt smaller arms embrace his upper body as a blanket. A warm feeling flowed in Ivan's heart and soon Russia titled his head down at the nook of Canada's neck, using it as a pillow. Matthew was taken back at the reaction. He saw Ivan's face in a state of serenity: eyes closed and jaw relaxed.

It reminded him of a sleeping child (found it endearing coming from the Russian) and he did smile, "There...everything will be okay eh?"

He continued to comfort Ivan whispering sweet nothings until could not hear Natayla's footsteps. The sounds were fading away getting smaller farther away from the door. After a few minutes of silence, Matthew assumed that Natalya left and did a sigh in relief. He saw Russia in the same position.

"R-Russia..I think she's gone", Canada spoke softly, "Russia..?"

Ivan raised his head to look at Matthew. He turned his head, trying to hear his sister but to no avail. He released his hold on Canada and sighed a big breath. Matthew felt the lost of Ivan's body heat. It did made me sad...leaving him a bit confused. He pushed the thought in the back of mind and now questions flooded.

"Um...Russia...if you don't mind me asking what just happen?", Canada asked still trying to overcome the whole trauma.

Russia returned back to his usual self. Now glad that his little sister is gone...for now.

"Belarus was after me...trying to get me to marry her", Ivan gulped and Canada nodded in sympathy.

Canada, spoke, "I see...well it was nice seeing you but I have to go back to the meeting".

Canada further asked, "Russia...are you attending the meeting also?". Matthew felt stupid for asking, but still was puzzled to why the Russian did not try exit the closet. Russia did a confused look and said simply.

"Nyet..If I leave now...Belarus will find me and...", Russia paled at the idea, "It won't be good da".

Canada did not expect that answer. He knew Russia was afraid...but not this scared. It seemed irrational to the Canadian. He did a small smile; his attempt to coax him out of the closet.

"Russia...I don't think it will happen. It is not proper to miss the meeting", Canada explained, his confidence rose as he said every word.

Ivan did shooked his head in disagreement that made Canada a bit irritated. Ivan grabbed Canada's shoulders and replied back in a scared tone.

"You don't know Belarus!...She is very persistent".

Canada thought that Russia was being stubborn and decided to leave Russia in the closet.

Ivan saw Canada's face and he asked, "Canada please stay".

The Canadian's shoulder's felt a firmer pressure and that made Canada 'epp' at the contact.
Matthew did not want to stay...he wanted to go back the meeting. But he knew if he did go, he would get ignored again. He could have done something else to kill some time. Matthew was stuck beside a rock (be ignored at the meeting) and a hard place (trapped in a closet with Russia). Both situations did not appeal to him, but seeing Russia's sad face, was enough to convince him to stay.

"Okay...", Canada said, "I'll stay for awhile...until you feel better eh".

Russia smiled, "Da". He released his hold on Canada's shoulders. The younger male let his guard down slightly...still mentally prepared for Russia's unpredictable actions. Ivan scanned the room to find how cramped he was feeling. Canada did comment back, seeing how Russia felt trapped.

"Well...we can't do much seeing we are in a closet", Canada sheepishly said trying to break the awkward silence.

Russia did not say anything preferring to stare at Canada's face. Matthew blushed at the attention: his eyes lowered making his eye-lashes fan out. Russia looked closer and leaned his head enough that Canada's nose touched his.

Canada's breath hitched at the close proximity. "What is he going to do?..Scare me to death because its working!", paranoia filled his mind and made the male panic.

He tried to shy his head away from the intense scrutiny from the Russian. Ivan quickly grabbed his face: still carefully looking, made Canada's heart beat faster. After few more moments of their eyes meeting, Ivan spoke out as he made discovery.

"Canada does look like America...very similar", Ivan pointed out with a laugh.

Canada felt a pang attack his heart, hearing comments about his resemblance to his twin brother hurt him deeply. He did a small frown; his purple-blue eyes tried to look away from the Russian's face.

"But there so much small differences", Ivan added happily.

Ivan was bored considering the lack of space to do anything; he thought it would be a good idea to look at Canada. He wondered why the boy is forgotten or mistaken by his brother. He did admit that he had trouble telling them apart at first, but doing a closer inspection he discovered many small anomalies.

He saw his eyes on his face...a mixture of violet and blue. Matthew's eyes were similar to his but his was a deeper purple. He did like his eyes much more than America's baby blues.

"Canada had nicer eyes", Russia complimented.

Canada redden at the praise, he stuttered out a 'thank-you'. The Russian did find Matthew's reactions to be funny and cute. He wanted to see how far he could go to further embarrass the arctic nation.  A curl was bouncing in front of his face and that pipe the Russian's interest.

"Huh...this curl looks different than America's", his pinched the curl, feeling the softness of Canada's silky hair. Matthew did not have the chance to react and released a gasp, his cheeks painted pink in arousal.

"This curl is much thin and long...", Ivan muttered to himself.

Canada silently prayed for Russia to let go. His fingers tracing the strand of hair gently making Canada feel very warm in his body; blood reached down his swollen 'vital regions'. He lowered his head in shame, trying to conceal his flushed face from the Russian's prying eyes. Ivan saw this and frown, desire egging him to see smaller male's face, he did a sharp pull upwards revealing Canada's flustered visage. A cry of pleasure went passed his parted lips in response to the harsh treatment of his sensitive hair.

Russia took notice of Canada's face. He saw that face in mid-arousal; eyes half-lidded,lips formed in a small 'o' shape, his cheeks red and a few beads of sweat collected on his forehead.

"R-Russia...l-let g-go!", Canada tried to speak out, it was hard when the pleasure flowed  through his erogenous zone. His body was on fire, a flame that was increasing in intensity with his curl undergoing Russia's fingertips repeatedly.

He squirmed at Russia's tugs and soon was panting softly.

"Ahh...aah...R-Russia..s-stop it", Canada moaned out, he felt embarrassed that Russia was touching him so intimately.

The pleasure was building in his insides and he felt his strength retreating...soon giving in to animalistic needs.

Russia was getting aroused at the sight. He did not expect that reaction ! Another idea appeared in his mind. A wicked smile appeared on Ivan's face which made Canada feel a shiver down his spine. Excitement and fear mixing together as Matthew was now a pile of bones and skin from Russia's attack on his curl.  

"I can't do that! We will have so much fun Da", he giggled and his hand began to play with the curl making Matthew moan in bliss.

"Hah...ahh..R-Russia", Canada panted as he tried to hold on the Russian's body.

The sensations were too much, feeling his knees buckling, afraid to fall on the floor. He tried to keep his sound mum, not trying to give Ivan the satisfaction of making him like this..so needy and wanton. Russia saw the futile attempt and continue mercilessly tug his curl in different ways to bring out more erotic sounds from the Canadian.

"R-Russia...hah...aahh", Canada looked at Russia with pleading eyes. Russia was entrance by the younger male's expression: it was gorgeous! His mind ingrained it to his memory. Canada looked so beautiful; he wanted the boy to look like this all the time and only to him.

"He is mine!", Ivan growled in his mind, "Little Canada". He felt his pants constrict, now wanting more to make the Canadian his.

His possessive drive, alonside his now aroused state took over his logic and instantly crashed his lips on Matthew's. With curl already forgotton, the Russian's hands held Matthew's face forcefully making Canada gasp in surprise. Ivan's lips, cold and slightly chapped, pressed hard on Canada's softer, smoother ones. Matthew's arms clutched tighter, feeling breathless as Ivan kissed harder. Matthew was feeling light-headed, now thinking he would fainted until Russia separated them.

Both males trying to regain their breath, Canada soon felt no pressure on his curl. He saw Ivan's face, and he too was flustered; his eyes were glazed with desire and lust. His cheeks were tinted pink. Ivan took a few nanoseconds to compose himself, with a smirk, said.

"That was interesting...I like to this where it goes", Ivan was really happy that Canada was with him.

His face was close to his visage that Matthew could feel his hot breath caressing his cheeks. The Canuck tried to gain control of the situation...it was hard to think when Russia's intoxication touches are doing wonders on his lithe body...it very distracting.

"R-russia...I-I", Canada tried to answer back until he was interrupted.

"Call me Ivan", the Russian stated.

"Huh?", was Canada's quick response.

"If we have sex..I call you by human name", Ivan explained with a smile, "You can call me Ivan da".

Canada was shocked at Russia proposal. He would never think of calling him by his human name, it usually reserved for others who are close to him can have the honor to call him that. Canada felt embarrassed and agreed with a shy 'ok'.

"What is your name?", Ivan whispered besides Canada right ear, as he grabbed both hands using his right hand, raising it above Matthew's head. Ivan's left hand successfully grabbed his right hip, holding him in position. The sudden loss of control made Canada realized he was right where Ivan wanted him. He panted softly, feeling Ivan's breath tickling his ear, he answered back weakly.

"Matthew", his eyes looked straight at amethyst eyes. Ivan did like his name, he smiled back.

"Matvey". Canada hearing the Russian version of his went to straight to his groin, now was begging to harden. Russia saw his sexual frustration and did grin at his needy display.

"Ivan...would you mind", Canada said and Ivan got the consent to continue his plan and kissed him hard which he found Matthew respond back with fervor. Russia was still holding the Canadian's hands while he rolled his hips causing friction to rub on both cocks. Canada moaned appreciably, loving the stimulation to his nether regions. Ivan saw this and grinds his hardness to lover's lower regions again, securing Matthew's submissive position. He used his free left hand to open his suit jacket and slowly started to undress the Canadian: unbuttoned his white dress shirt.

Matthew soon felt the cold air hit his torso: his nipples pert and rosy pink, begging to be touched. He squirmed in Ivan's mercy as he tried to get close to Ivan: itching for his touches. Matthew was looking at the Russian, his eyes pleaded to end the teasing. Ivan was still looking at his pale upper body, marveling at how soft and porcelain skin looked: unscathed by scratches and burns: overall perfection.

His hand was tracing his torso, feeling tone muscles underneath creamy skin. His hand went to a pert nipple, and pinched it hard earning a cry from Matthew. He continued his torture and at the same time was licking the other nipple, lapping it roughly. Canada was moaning non-stop at the harsh treatment. Ivan was enjoying this...hearing those sounds from Canada was making him so hard it was getting too painful to bare.

"Ahh...I-Ivan...stop teasing!", Matthew cried out in pleasure, not wanting this to end but wanted more out of Ivan..he craved all of Ivan. Russia continued anyway, loving to tease him until he beg for it. Ivan spoke beside Canada's ear, his thick accented voice making Matthew blush profusely.

"As you wish...", he nibbled his ear making Matthew groan and squirm pathetically making Ivan's pleasure heightened. His hand traveled down south to begin to unbuckle Canada's belt. Beige pants fell and reached his knees and soon Ivan's hand tugged at elastic band of Matthew's white briefs.

At the second his hand dived in, first tracing his swollen member from base to the tip. He staring at Matthew's face while stroking and saw his face flushed with red and beads of sweat trailing down his petit face. His other hands still held his arms that made Matthew look so submissive. More moans escaped the Canadian's lips as he spoke out.

"More...faster..I-Ivan". More cries and pants from Canada and Ivan gave in to him.

"Hhhn...ahh...hah", was the mantra Ivan heard over again repeated as he stroke, rub and teased Canada's prick.

Ivan heard this and was pumping faster back and forth...again and again. He was thumbing the tip that was already leaking with pre-cum. Ivan spoke so seductively, "Already this hard...you want this do you?".

He did a few strokes and made Canada pant out to match, Ivan said, "I bet I could fuck you...being this wet...It would be easy da". He whispered again at his ear and made Canada's spine tingle in excitement.

Ivan teased him with his dirty talking. Canada felt embarrassed that he was turn-on by his mere words. He didn't care at the moment deciding to go through with this: being at the complete mercy of the Russian. He swallowed his dignity to in favour of his basic need of satisfaction; and succumbs to lust.

"Y-yes...please...I want this so much", he begged like a bitch in heat. It was so needy and fuckable that Ivan decides to reward his impromptu lover.

He attacked his swollen meat with quick but harsh strokes that made Canada moan loudly. Ivan continued his stimulation...feeling that he was about to orgasm: his dick getting erect by the second. His gloved hand already drenched in Matthew's fluids. He grabbed his cock just went about was to release. Canada eyes were closed shut and did a small whine being not being about to cum.

"Ivan...please", Canada felt his manhood in pain of having denied release.

He growled at him, "Finish the job already...what more do you want!".

He tried to rub into the Russian's hand as best he could to get some form of release. Ivan's response was his grip tighten making Canada cry out in pain.

Ivan now saw Canada's desperation...he wanted him all for himself, "Become one with Russia".

He did a devilish grin. Canada wanted to cum...maybe this is what Ivan wanted in the first place. Canada's logic was crumbling down and gave in to his desire.

"Yes...I will...just do it! Please!", he screamed and Ivan smile widen at the new found lover in his life.

"Da!", he giggled and went back to his usual treatment and gave the Canadian his much needed release. A few more quick strokes were enough to get Canada to cry out his name...oh did it sound glorious to Ivan's ears.

"I-Ivan!..", he cried in bliss, as his orgasm hard and soon soaked his underwear and Ivan's gloved hand. Matthew took some deep heavy breaths drained from his release, it been sometime since his last sexual experience so it felt so brand new like it was first time. Canada decided to get back at Ivan and crashed his lips on Ivan's. This took Ivan by surprise and he involuntarily released his arms. Canada gained back freedom in his limbs he pounced on the Russian: giving all his got!

"I'll show him who the tease...France was my Papa after-all!", the thought lingered in his mind as he deepened his kiss.  

Ivan did not like losing control...he definitely did not want to submit. He challenges the Canadian returning back the kiss full of passion. Canada was quick on his feet, knowing well how Ivan will go after his weak spots. He tried to look for something to make Ivan enthralled in pleasure. His tongue frantically exploring Russia's mouth: tasting and licking every centimetre. Ivan did groan but still kiss back, slightly feeble than the first time which Matthew acknowledge.

Canada's hands then held his head, particularly at his hair. Relishing how soft it was, he ran through it easily, and that made Ivan moan louder. Matthew grinned at sound, feeling bolder than before, he continues until his hands were on top of his scarf.

"I wonder why he wears a scarf...maybe he sensitive?", he thought to himself. Still kissing the Russian, he tugged the scarf down until it was loose enough for him to see his skin, not enough for piece of clothing to fall. Canada did peek at Ivan's skin and saw scars and burn marks. As he was snogging the Russian, he left hand went to touch his imperfect skin. The Russian moaned loudly at the caress, but still preoccupied in the deep kiss shared between them.

Canada was cheering in the inside and ended the kiss, the need for breath was much too great, his eyes scanned Russia's face was how flustered is became. Russia gained some lost oxygen and Matthew did a small smirk in victory.

"It seems I discovered a weakness eh?", Canada joked as he stared into Russia's deep purple orbs.

Russia's cheeks were a rosy pink colour and his eyes half-lidded in need. He stayed silent but decided to kiss Canada more forcefully as in regret for letting his defenses down. Matthew kiss back, tongue dancing in unison with his lover's, bring out pleasure moans from both males.

Matthew pulled his lips away, ending the kiss abruptly in favour of kissing his neck: leaving nips and licks all over. Russia moaned loudly at the Canadian's talented tongue. He involuntarily titled his head away from Matthew, encouraging Canada to continue.

Matthew was so turned on, being able to make Russia like this so flustered and aroused. He continues necking on the Russian's sensitive skin with harsh bites and sloppy licks. Ivan tried to keep his sounds to himself: he groaned and whimpered a bit which made Matthew disappointed. He wanted Russia to enjoy getting pleasure...not think it to be some form of power-play. He already had his revenge by seeing his submissive side; his face was beautiful, it seemed like a precarious sight for Matthew.

He loved it; it was captivating!

Canada wanted to show Russia that he could take the lead...but being raised by 'the country of love' he knew that he should make his lover comfortable especially in love-making. His teasing became more soft and gentle...kissing his skin lovingly. Russia was surprised by the change. He felt a blow to his ego: was Matthew mocking him of his masculinity?

He spoke, lace with confusion, "Why...I'm not a woman", the last part sounded harsh to the Canadian's ears.

Canada's action stopped at the Russian's words. He looked straight at his eyes, his face full of confidence as his hands held him tight but not enough to hurt.

"I want you to enjoy this....I don't want this to be rape", Canada meekly said, his confidence fading away, "I wanted to get back at the teasing at first but found out that you weren't enjoying this...I want to pleasure you back eh?"

Russia was perplexed. He never expected that answer. From past sexual encounters, no partners of his ever considered his pleasure and needs. After hearing it from Canada, he smiled at this. Russia's insecurity dissolved at Canada's affection.

"Da..!" Ivan flashed a small, genuine smile that made Canada beam and his heart skipped at beat. Canada did a small kiss on Russia's forehead and went back to sucking on his neck, tasting and savouring every inch of flesh. Russia was now more vocal letting a few more groans and moans escaped his lips. Canada continued on already happy that Ivan was giving in to him.

"Ah...Matvey", Russia grunted when Canada did a small love-bite at the junction where Ivan's neck made contact with his shoulder. He then did a few more making a trail of hickeys across his now marked skin. Canada did stop to admire handiwork: pride swelled at the job well done. Russia was gorgeous: his eyes clouded with lust, his cheeks now a darker shade of pink, his forehead was sweaty and his lips parted so slightly.

Canada could never stop gawking at Russia.

"Ivan...your beautiful...tres beau", he complimented the Russian and in turn Ivan felt embarassed. Ivan was use to hearing insults and curses at him so receiving a compliment made Russia's heart tingle inside. He could now feel at ease with Matthew seeing his sincerity in his violet eyes.

Canada now lost interest in his neck, preferring to see Ivan's body, nimble hands did quick work on his coat, unbuttoned each button slowly but carefully not to ruin it. Russia squirmed a little, getting impatient at Canada's sweet time.

Matthew smiled at how cute Russia was acting and soon saw Russia's crisp white dress shirt. His graceful hands unbutton the shirt to reveal a broad chest that had deformities painted on. Russia felt very uncomfortable at the Canadian's scrutiny. He shied his face away, not daring to look back.

Matthew could tell that his skin was in good condition; sure there were a few slashes and marks but they weren't as noticeable as Russia think they are. He was much busy admiring the ripped muscle under his pale skin, soaking up every contour and bulge.

Unknowing to Matthew he was tracing the Russian's torso so softly that made Russia squirm making him restless. Matthew's hand reached a nipple and rubbed it slowly, making it erect. Russia did a sharp gasp. Matthew did it again but this time with the other nipple.

Russia did a small groan. Matthew did this a few more times...teasing so slow but as gentle as to not hurt him. Russia did small grunts at Matthew's soft touches until he moaned when he felt a wet muscle suckle his left nipple.

"Ahh", Russia's lips said, "Matvey".

Canada was circling the nub slowly at first but quickly leaving a small bite. Russia inhaled his breath at the action. Canada abandons the left nipple to do the same treatment as the right nipple. Russia did groan at this. His body felt like it was on fire; his groin was so swollen that it poking at Matthew's right thigh.

Canada did grin, "It looks like your enjoying this also...we did not get to the good part", a hand was patted the Russian's hardness earning another moan-like groan for Matthew to indulge in. Russia was staring at the Canadian's eyes, telling what he needed.

Canada understood what he needed; his hand did quick work to unzip his fly. A very large manhood sprigged out of its confines: already erect. Matthew grasped it, enthralled by how huge it was making Canada horney just thinking about that hugeness going inside him. Russia groaned at how warm the Canadian's hands were: his touches were intoxicating never satisfied with just stroke he groaned out.

"Matvey..." Ivan stared signalled Matthew to continue.

His index finger was trailing a vein from the base to the tip making Ivan pant softly. Canada decided to grip harder going back and forth slowly first then pumping it quickly drawing out more moan-like groans from Ivan.

Ivan's prick was starting to leak, Matthew decide to stop pumping to travel lower to fondle with his balls. A sharp cry escaped Russia's lips and Matthew went and attacked his sensitive area, massaging his testicles with both hands making Russia groan his loudest ever.

Some more strokes and a few hard pumps later from Matthew, Russia came hard giving in to his much needed release. Matthew watched the Russian orgasm and he too dedicated it to his memory never to forget this moment. He kissed him on the lips, a chaste one which made Ivan feel like he was on cloud nine.
Russia took a longer time to recover from his exhilarating orgasm: his forehead was sweaty and his face red from exhaustion. He did compose himself, returning to his usual self but had a grin on his face telling Matthew he was satisfied. Canada was already hard from the experience that leaned back so his head was touching the wall. There was little to no space between them, but was filled with sexual tension and their heavy breaths. Ivan saw the Canadian's disheveled state and smiled.

"Need some help Matvey", he teased but knew full well what they both wanted. Matthew coyly teased back.

"Well...looks we both have a problem that needs taken care of eh?"

Both males began to strip slowly at first teasing the other. Ivan's eyes were drinking at Canadian's lithe body while Matthew cannot stop drooling over Russia's huge physique.

The winter nations' clothes sprayed everywhere on the floor and neither did not care where they landed, except for Ivan's scarf: his was hanging loosely on his neck. Russia was approaching Matthew hungrily making Canada shiver in delight. Matthew's dick was half-hard just seeing Ivan's desire just for him.

Canada did not mind the scarf on Ivan at all: It did turn him on. Plus, he found it easier to pull Ivan closer, making both their lips meet again. Ivan dominated the kiss: tongue pushing deep into the Canadian's wet cavern. Matthew did moan at the contact and kissed back making Ivan groan in reply.

Canada's hands craved the Russian's body: wanting to feel every curve and dip of his toned muscles. He places his hands on his broad shoulders at first, then soon slides his hands down his firm, strong back. Russia kissed hard enjoying the feel of Matthew's hands on his back. Canada felt his cock twitch as he felt two large callous hands grabbed his buttocks.

"Ahhh", Canada moaned loudly, ending the kiss apart to inhale some oxygen. Russia did not mind, he too, needing to catch his breath, he was cupping a feel of the Canuck's round globes drawing out small moans from his smaller lover.

Ivan did grin at the reaction and did it again making Canada mewl softly. At the moment, Russia took advantage of the Canadian's slow reaction time to kiss him taking Matthew by surprise. The mind-blowing kiss made Canada lose his footing (the clothes on the floor did not help the Canadian's balance at all!). Soon Matthew was trapped in the same position as before, the only difference was that it was more consensual, not dominating.

Ivan went forward to Matthew left ear and blow hot air to it, causing the smaller boy's spine to shiver. Arousal took over Ivan's mind and soon his teeth bit on Matthew's ear-lobe: a small 'ah' pass his lips.

Matthew was squirming but his arms held on Ivan. Russia stopped his nibbles on the Canadian's ear and brought out three fingers, he said in a simple command.

"Suck".

Canada understood what is to come, and swallowed his digits coating them in saliva generously. Ivan felt the heat pool into his loins feeling the Canadian's talent tongue stimulating his manly fingers. Canada's face was something to watch! He was sucking his lips as he was giving out head: bobbing his head up and down, his eyes never leaving Ivan's. Ivan's imagination was playing mind-games, thinking Matthew's cock on his.

Ivan was already hard and pulled out his drenched fingers, seemly well lubricated for the next step. Matthew licked his lips so innocently, but both males understood the implication. Russia grabbed a fistful of hair upwards making Canada see his face. His lips formed a devilish smirk.

"You tease...you must be punished", Ivan darkly joked but Canada played along. He did smile back, almost to challenge him.

Ivan spread the Canuck's legs apart; seeing how exposed he was. Canada was holding on to Ivan making sure he would not fall. Russia leaned forward so Matthew's back made contact with wall providing enough support. Strong hands gripped at Canada's hips holding him place: Matthew wrapped his legs around Ivan's waist: bring them closer to together feeling off each other's body heat.  

Matthew blushed at the scrutiny, feeling aroused by the eyes on his. Ivan's index finger entered into Canada's pucker. It entered in smoothly; the hole swallowed effortlessly. Matthew was itching for more; Ivan wanted to be sure that Matthew was well stretched for something much bigger.

Russia's finger was paired with another finger and Matthew groans in pleasure but soon winced in pain as the two fingers crisscross inside. It was uncomfortable feeling for Canada, his face contorted in pain that made Ivan feel sympathetic.

Ivan did soft kisses at his lover's face, trying to distract him from the stretching. After some time of scissoring him from the inside, Matthew was able to eat up two fingers easily, and soon was moaning loudly for more. Russia's third and fourth finger entered inside which his hole ate greedily. After some thrusting later, Canada was beginning to ride the fingers wanting them to go deeper and deeper until they hit the one spot that made him see white.

Russia at the same time was using his other hand to give out quick pumps to heighten Matthew's pleasure. Using this technique, he was able to shove his whole hand up his ass, and god, Canada loved this so much.

"Ahh...ahhh...hahhh...Ivan!"

Matthew cried out, repeatedly and Ivan continued fingering him, shoving in and out until his finger tips brushed his spot

"Right there! Ivan do it again!"

Russia was glad that he found the spot and soon pulled his fingers out believing that anus was well stretched. Ivan's penis was lined up to the Canadian's pucker: Canada spread his legs wider and his face begging for the fucking to start.

"Please Ivan! I need this now!"

Ivan's penetrated halfway first: already feeling Canada's slick heat surrounding his swollen cock. Ivan groans wildly at how tight Matthew was. The Canadian did wince at sudden entry; feeling his bottom splitting into two.

Discomfort evident on Canada's face, Ivan went to kiss him on the lips, in attempt to comfort him. Matthew was adjusting slowly and Ivan spoke, "You have to relax or this will hurt da?"

Matthew nodded and tried to shift his hips, trying to stretching himself so he could fit all of Russia's girth inside. Russia did not budge still waiting for Canada's approval for him to continue. His face lax and the pain disappeared, he moaned out, enjoying the feel of Ivan's manhood inside.

Matthew looked at him and smiled, "Oui...mon cheri".

Relief washed over the Russian and did a powerful thrust onto the Canadian's tight heat. A loud moan passed parted lips and soon slender arms wrapped over Ivan, encourage him to continue.

Ivan thrust into Matthew with strong and forcefully making Canada see stars. Matthew moaned and soon rolled his hips in time with Ivan's quick thrust. Russia was enjoying this that he too grunted as Canada brought his legs closer making Ivan's balls deep into the Canadian's pucker.

"Ahhh....oh Merde...yes!...Ivan!"

"Matvey...ughhh...so tight..ahh"

Ivan was searching for the one spot to make Matthew scream out his name for every nation to hear. Russia wanted the whole world to know that he was claiming his body as his. With that determination, Ivan rolled his hips upward and with a powerful thrust, he finally found it.

"AHHH! IVAN RIGHT THERE!" Canada cried in pleasure: Canada's face red, eyes dilated and his whole body glistened  in sweat. Ivan gaze all of Matthew. That was enough drive to pound into the Canadian's sweet hole without mercy.

"AHHH....AAAHHHH...IVAN!" Matthew screamed out and that made Ivan thrust harder.

Their love-making was starting to lose his rhythm and becoming erratic and animalistic. The
two bodies melting together in raw passion for each other: being consumed by their carnal desire pushing them to nirvana.

Matthew was incoherent, only able to plead for more of this mind-numbing pleasure: eating his body whole. He somehow was able to stare at Ivan, and was memorized by how sexy he looked just fucking him hard so he could not walk no more.

Canada, feeling the need to release, his body was burning up wanting more to cum. He tried to moan out, telling Ivan he was getting close to the edge.

"IVAN...I'M...GETTING CLOSE!" Matthew warned, still panting softly feeling the aftershocks of Ivan's deep, passionate thrusts.

Ivan too was feeling his end. He slammed Matthew on the wall, using that to support his weight; he used one hand to grab both of their leaking cocks together. Russia was now was rutting him like an animal in heat which Canada now was moaning so wantonly it would be a whore to shame.

"We come together...da", Russia grunted at his lover, never leaving his eyes on Matthew. Matthew did stare back, agreeing to it, he cried out, "yes!"

At the same time Canada was being penetrated, he felt Ivan's hand on both cocks pumping them in time with Ivan's fucks. Matthew could not withstand the double stimulation and Ivan's final stroke, he climaxed hard.

"IVAN!" Canada screamed the loudest he could which took Ivan by surprise.

"MATVEY!" Matthew heard Russia did the loudest groan he ever heard.

Ivan too climaxed alongside his lover, spilling his seed inside of Matthew. Ivan did a few more quick thrust, riding out his orgasm. He held Matthew lovingly, he looked at his face.

Lilac eyes stare back lovingly to amethyst. Canada's face painted a rosy pink made him luminous. Ivan smiled at the sight and Matthew blushed back. After the post-orgasm experience, both males return back to their previous states, still stark naked. There was silence until a voice spoke.

"Should you go back and get the paper towels da?"

Canada smacked himself in the face, forgetting about the errand. He scurried to get his clothes back on. His muscles cried in pain and his lower regions hurt. Ivan was already dressed, and was watching Matthew in amusement.

Canada did felt hurt that Russia wanted him to leave already. He felt cheap that he gave himself up. He wanted to atleast to see Russia again and try to make this proposal work.

Canada manages to button up his shirt and with some difficulty he pulled up his pants. He looked at Russia and stuttered, afraid of rejection, he spoke eyes averting his gaze as he spoke,

"I-Ivan...I would...um...like to see you...and try this...epp", Canada was unable to finish, interrupted by two strong arms wrapped around him.

"Thank-you...Matvey...I would like that very much", Ivan spoke and Matthew felt embarrassed.

"You make me warm...podsolnechnik"

Matthew did not ask for the translation for the last word, already having an idea for what it meant. He shyly held his arms back just enjoying the embrace until the door slammed open.

"Mattie! There you are! I was worried about you I thought you were kidnapped and where are my paper---"

America's mouth was agape at the touching scene; he was confused to why Canada was with Russia in a closet.

"Oh...well...um the paper towels..." Canada spoke out sheepishly, still in Ivan's arms. Russia looked at America, possessively holding Matthew tightly making the smaller boy 'epp'.

He smugly replied back with a shit-eating grin that made America's boil, "The paper towels are up the shelves help your self...we used them already". Russia did a quick kiss at Canada's left cheek making his lover blush.

America got the hint alright...he's not that stupid.

"Best day ever!" was Canada's last thought as he sees Alfred freaking out: sputtering out curses and waving his arms animatedly.

Owari

AN: WELL...I HAVE NO REGRETS....I WILL IF NOBODY REVIEWS THIS I WILL BE SAD DA? THANKS FOR READING! If anyone is reading Taking Lessons, the chapter is being beta'ed by Mew I is Dinosaur. So if want the chapter to be released , PM message her to get it done faster!