A Victimless Crime (1a/1)
anonymous
September 21 2010, 23:45:12 UTC
Ivan had the sneaking suspicion that he forgot something. It was only as he was leaving the conference hall that he realized that he might have left his heart on the table because it was getting a bit cumbersome in his chest. The thing got too heavy, and sometimes he had to take it out. He would just go back into the conference hall and collect it before anyone noticed that there was a bloody organ on the table...
Matthew looked at the bloody organ on the table and wondered if this was some sort of sick joke that Alfred was playing on him. At the same time, a feeling stirred within that he hadn't felt since before his time in Europe had effectively wiped out the part of him that made him a little monster.
He had been the bane of all his people, especially in the north where food was scarce and temptation was great to do as he did. Now he was bland, vaguely Catholic, and had great thighs from the total lack of meat in his diet. He couldn't stand most meat, actually; he liked little animals, and they never did anything to deserve being murdered and having their corpses desecrated in such a manner.
Humans were different. Humans had sin.
And that was definitely a human heart on the table. Matthew was torn between calling the police and devouring it on the spot. He inched closer to it, and realized that it was quivering just slightly, still beating. For some reason this made it more desirable, but Matthew also realized that the thing couldn't have come from a human now. It likely belonged to one of his colleagues, who were no doubt wondering where on earth their heart had gone.
Well, they would grow another one. It was a victimless crime.
Matthew picked up the plump organ in his pale hands, and almost moaned from how warm it was still, like it had just been ripped out of someone's chest. If anyone else was in the room with him, they would have seen the gentle nation's eyes turn completely black and cloudy and his teeth take on a sharper appearance.
Unfortunately, there was someone else in the room with him.
In two long strides, Ivan had Matthew by the back of his neck and was growling, "Drop it. Now."
Matthew snarled and thrashed against the strong hand holding him. His grasp on Ivan's heart was tight as a vice, and his feral smile was too big for his mouth. Ivan realized that Matthew intended to eat the heart, and released him out of shock and something else, maybe anticipation. By then Matthew had come around slightly, and his wide eyes stared at Ivan.
"Is... is this yours?" he asked, holding out the heart in his hands. Blood smeared his white flesh and his mouth from where he had touched his lips to the heart. Ivan nodded and swallowed drily. "I'm sorry! Take it..."
"No. That would be rude."
Ivan knelt down beside Matthew, who was still sprawled on the floor and holding the heart.
"I heard a rumour that you were a flesheater," Ivan smiled, and bit his finger hard enough to draw blood. Then he pressed it against Matthew's lips, smiling wider when he felt Matthew latch on with those sharp teeth. "You were always too quiet, my dear. I knew that something about you had to be off."
Matthew didn't answer. Ivan realized that he was chewing rather enthusiastically on his finger, and shivered from the unmistakeable beginnings of arousal. He wasn't sure how it worked, but somehow, instead of pain, he felt a warm and numb sensation from his finger, though his blood dribbled onto Matthew's lips and chin. The feeling was actually quite pleasant, and only added to his sudden want for Matthew to...
"Would you eat me, if we were in the proper setting?" Ivan said quietly, prising what was left of his finger from Matthew's mouth. Matthew looked at him with large black eyes, and his surreally long tongue snuck out and licked his lips of blood.
A Victimless Crime (1b/1)
anonymous
September 21 2010, 23:55:16 UTC
"Why would you want something like that?" Matthew asked suspiciously. It was clear he was sorely tempted however.
"Let's just say that years in Siberia..."
"Leave it at that," Matthew muttered, and part of him seemed to return to normal, though he still had those teeth and black eyes. "I haven't eaten anyone since the sixteenth century."
He muttered something like 'you sick fuck', and tried to stand up, though his legs were shaking rather badly.
"It wouldn't hurt anyone, Matvey," Ivan wheedled. "I would come back the next day, good as new. Maybe even better, da? Nothing quite agrees with me like dying. And I'm not even in any pain. You have some kind of numbing venom in those teeth of yours, don't you?"
"I don't want..."
"Yes you do. It's not often I see such want, especially in one so meek," Ivan said calmly. "We can go to my hotel room. You can eat as much of me as you like, and as an added bonus I'll give you my heart."
"What?"
"I don't need it. It is too heavy with regrets."
Matthew took only a second to really think of this, and then nodded.
Mercifully, there was nobody in the halls or the elevator to see the bloodied couple, and as soon as they reached Ivan's bedroom, they were on the bed, stripping, biting, moaning.
A Victimless Crime (1c/1)
anonymous
September 22 2010, 00:16:13 UTC
Fail gory sex... Good God, I'm going to hell
Ivan watched with strange disconnect as Matthew's teeth dug deeply into his shoulder, tearing away flesh and muscle with superhuman ferocity. Blood spurted and oozed, and the warm feeling accompanying it only added to Ivan's growing erection. He ghosted a hand to his midsection, and gasped as Matthew's hand dug into his other shoulder, pulling at flesh without any pain inhibitors.
"Matvey, that hurts," he said, and rolled over so that Matthew was underneath him. "Be gentle."
Matthew whined, the sound cutting Ivan almost as deeply as his teeth, and wriggled under Ivan until his mouth was on Ivan's nipple. Ivan just about buckled from the feeling that resulted in Matthew biting hard on that sensitive area. His erection was digging painfully into Matthew's bony hips, and so he was somewhat relieved when the boy managed to get out from under him and straddled his hips.
"Do you want thisss?" Matthew whispered. His elongated teeth and tongue made his sibilants quite sharp.
"Da," Ivan gasped into the pillow. "Please."
Blood served as lubricant. By now the sheets were completely red with blood, and Matthew's hands left wet red imprints on Ivan's hips. Ivan could feel himself become dizzy with blood loss, sex, and the venom all at once, and bit the pillow before he started sobbing from the sensory overload. It was like falling and landing all at once, it was...
"I can hear your blood running in your veinsss," Matthew whispered wetly into Ivan's ear, and bit his earlobe while he pinched Ivan's mutilated nipple. Ivan screamed, and felt their seed join the abundance of blood on the bedsheets.
Curling up, he gave Matthew his hand when asked and tried to ignore the crunch that was likely tendons and bones breaking at the same time.
He felt tired, and a bit cold despite the pinpricks of warmth that were pervading his flesh. He supposed, as Matthew started to gnaw on his forearm, that a little sleep wouldn't hurt him.
Re: A Victimless Crime (1c/1)
anonymous
September 22 2010, 00:42:11 UTC
I-- I don't-- I don't have any idea why I found that so fascinating; I guess the fact that Russia will regenerate and won't be traumatized somehow made it okay? ... So disturbed yet so intrigued ...
Very interesting, anon! Hope the mixed, disturbed reactions won't hurt your feelings; but I guess you expected weird reactions, yeah? XD
Re: A Victimless Crime (1c/1)
anonymous
September 22 2010, 00:58:14 UTC
Ahaha, awesome! I thought maybe so, especially since I've read a couple of other fills where authors said something to the same effect. Hopefully you still enjoyed writing it, in a morbid "pushing your limits" kind of way!
A Victimless Crime (1d/1)
anonymous
September 22 2010, 00:44:04 UTC
Matthew had never felt so full, in most meanings of the word, in all his life. He lay in the bed, cradling half a hipbone in his scarlet hands, and smiled at what was left of Ivan besides said hipbone. That is to say, his head and his left leg. He supposed that he should probably take a shower before going to sleep, but considering the sheets were probably more dirty than he was, there seemed to be very little point.
And besides, all he wanted to do right now was cuddle. He tenderly put the hipbone back, and held on tightly to Ivan's leg. In a moment he was sleeping like a baby.
Meanwhile, Katyusha needed badly to return her little brother's heart to him. He forgot it in the conference hall, and he would no doubt be at a loss without it. She pulled out the copy of Ivan's keycard she had (so she was slightly overprotective...), and ran up to the third floor, the heart safe in a thermos that she kept with her for this exact reason.
She opened the door, and almost gagged at the stench of blood that hit her. Tentatively, she walked in. The sight of her so-called friend Canada sleeping in bloodred sheets and holding the lower half of a leg that was definitely her brother's was a little too much. She silently placed the thermos on the bedside table beside Canada's glasses, and tiptoed out, knowing there was very little she could do now when her trusty pitchfork was at home.
She would deal with this later, and in her own manner.
O.O
"Good morning, Matvey," said Ivan that morning. Matthew blinked something out of his eyes and looked around. His first impression was red, and then he remembered what had gone on last night. Wiping the dried blood out of his eyelids, he stood up.
Ivan had completely rematerialized while he had slept, and was looking at Matthew with the sort of smile that made small Eastern-European countries die inside. Matthew, being the twisted fuck that he was, only found it reassuring.
"I need to get showered. I must look like Carrie or something," he muttered, absolutely mortified. "Are you feeling all right?"
"I've never felt better. I told you, dying agrees with me. How are you feeling?"
"Like I've put on some weight," Matthew said, though when he looked in the mirror he could see that none of last night's indulgences were reflected in his physique. "What are we going to do about the sheets? The cleaners will think that there's been a murder.
"I'll call someone," Ivan said. Matthew knew better than to ask who he'd call, and retired to the shower. When he came back out, the bed was pristine and Ivan was holding out a thermos for him.
"Thank you very much," he said. "Come to St. Petersburg if you want to do it again, da?"
"Da... I mean yes," Matthew muttered, and accepted the thermos, knowing too well what was in it.
Re: A Victimless Crime (1d/1)
anonymous
September 22 2010, 01:02:08 UTC
The fact that Russia knows exactly who to call in that situation is so damn ominous. OTL And poor Ukraine; even if she knew it was consensual, that's just ... murder-worthy? She has a special heart thermos! XDDD
Ivan had completely rematerialized while he had slept, and was looking at Matthew with the sort of smile that made small Eastern-European countries die inside. Matthew, being the twisted fuck that he was, only found it reassuring. I have no idea why I love this, but I totally do! <3
Re: A Victimless Crime (1d/1)
anonymous
September 22 2010, 01:29:30 UTC
This is sexy and disturbing and at times oddly sweet. Good job in making me feel all confused-weird, which is exactly what I would think a request like this should be...
Well, OP here is gushing like the guro and RusCan fangirl she is
anonymous
September 22 2010, 01:45:12 UTC
BRB SWOONING IN ECSTASY FOREVER AUTHOR!ANON I WILL GIVE YOU MY LIFE AND SOUL AND UTERUS IF YOU ASK FOR IT. Like, holy mother of god, that was lovely. The smut was totally spookily hot and I absolutely adooored the little comments of "sick fuck" and that wonderful double entendre in part D and the details of Mattie's omnoms in his earlier life. Agh, the atmosphere is absolutely spot on. Weird, disturbing but sweet and just ioajfoisjmnse. You even had the Matvey thing and I didn't even ask for that even though some people just keep it as Matthew and as stupid as it sounds that's a kink of mine as well omigawsh I love you. After a day of illness, logging on to find this filled just made it, like, wonderful. I'll be happy for the next few days because of this (which, btw, I will be keeping forever and ever).
TL;DR- Thank you so much for filling this. I love it.
Captcha, what the hell, I can't type a goddamn word upside down.
Re: Well, OP here is gushing like the guro and RusCan fangirl she is
anonymous
September 22 2010, 02:26:18 UTC
You can keep your uterus, but I'll take your soul if you insist. :D
I'm really glad you liked it that much, and that it made a cruddy day better. What else is guro for?
If you like Wendigo Matthew, by the way, one of the stories I took inspiration from for this fill might keep your mind off of illness for a little longer:
Re: Well, OP here is gushing like the guro and RusCan fangirl she is
anonymous
September 22 2010, 03:29:28 UTC
Damn, I was hoping I could get rid of that thing sooner. But, alright. Would you liked it wrapped up or just sent with a pretty bow stuck on it?
Ahhh, exactly. Guro brightens our days with all the things we are missing out on. The whites of bones and the screams of the innocent.
Said random stuff is the epitome of my happiness. I already had a thing for cannibals and when I had initially read Angst Circa 1773, I greedily adopted it as my new headcanon. ;) There were just too few Wendigo!Matthew tales that I thought I might stir some plot bunnies for fellow guro fans to appease myself and others. (had I the talent to pull it off, I would have just highjacked FF and spread the cannibalism love.)
Matthew looked at the bloody organ on the table and wondered if this was some sort of sick joke that Alfred was playing on him. At the same time, a feeling stirred within that he hadn't felt since before his time in Europe had effectively wiped out the part of him that made him a little monster.
He had been the bane of all his people, especially in the north where food was scarce and temptation was great to do as he did. Now he was bland, vaguely Catholic, and had great thighs from the total lack of meat in his diet. He couldn't stand most meat, actually; he liked little animals, and they never did anything to deserve being murdered and having their corpses desecrated in such a manner.
Humans were different. Humans had sin.
And that was definitely a human heart on the table. Matthew was torn between calling the police and devouring it on the spot. He inched closer to it, and realized that it was quivering just slightly, still beating. For some reason this made it more desirable, but Matthew also realized that the thing couldn't have come from a human now. It likely belonged to one of his colleagues, who were no doubt wondering where on earth their heart had gone.
Well, they would grow another one. It was a victimless crime.
Matthew picked up the plump organ in his pale hands, and almost moaned from how warm it was still, like it had just been ripped out of someone's chest. If anyone else was in the room with him, they would have seen the gentle nation's eyes turn completely black and cloudy and his teeth take on a sharper appearance.
Unfortunately, there was someone else in the room with him.
In two long strides, Ivan had Matthew by the back of his neck and was growling, "Drop it. Now."
Matthew snarled and thrashed against the strong hand holding him. His grasp on Ivan's heart was tight as a vice, and his feral smile was too big for his mouth. Ivan realized that Matthew intended to eat the heart, and released him out of shock and something else, maybe anticipation. By then Matthew had come around slightly, and his wide eyes stared at Ivan.
"Is... is this yours?" he asked, holding out the heart in his hands. Blood smeared his white flesh and his mouth from where he had touched his lips to the heart. Ivan nodded and swallowed drily. "I'm sorry! Take it..."
"No. That would be rude."
Ivan knelt down beside Matthew, who was still sprawled on the floor and holding the heart.
"I heard a rumour that you were a flesheater," Ivan smiled, and bit his finger hard enough to draw blood. Then he pressed it against Matthew's lips, smiling wider when he felt Matthew latch on with those sharp teeth. "You were always too quiet, my dear. I knew that something about you had to be off."
Matthew didn't answer. Ivan realized that he was chewing rather enthusiastically on his finger, and shivered from the unmistakeable beginnings of arousal. He wasn't sure how it worked, but somehow, instead of pain, he felt a warm and numb sensation from his finger, though his blood dribbled onto Matthew's lips and chin. The feeling was actually quite pleasant, and only added to his sudden want for Matthew to...
"Would you eat me, if we were in the proper setting?" Ivan said quietly, prising what was left of his finger from Matthew's mouth. Matthew looked at him with large black eyes, and his surreally long tongue snuck out and licked his lips of blood.
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"Let's just say that years in Siberia..."
"Leave it at that," Matthew muttered, and part of him seemed to return to normal, though he still had those teeth and black eyes. "I haven't eaten anyone since the sixteenth century."
He muttered something like 'you sick fuck', and tried to stand up, though his legs were shaking rather badly.
"It wouldn't hurt anyone, Matvey," Ivan wheedled. "I would come back the next day, good as new. Maybe even better, da? Nothing quite agrees with me like dying. And I'm not even in any pain. You have some kind of numbing venom in those teeth of yours, don't you?"
"I don't want..."
"Yes you do. It's not often I see such want, especially in one so meek," Ivan said calmly. "We can go to my hotel room. You can eat as much of me as you like, and as an added bonus I'll give you my heart."
"What?"
"I don't need it. It is too heavy with regrets."
Matthew took only a second to really think of this, and then nodded.
Mercifully, there was nobody in the halls or the elevator to see the bloodied couple, and as soon as they reached Ivan's bedroom, they were on the bed, stripping, biting, moaning.
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Ivan watched with strange disconnect as Matthew's teeth dug deeply into his shoulder, tearing away flesh and muscle with superhuman ferocity. Blood spurted and oozed, and the warm feeling accompanying it only added to Ivan's growing erection. He ghosted a hand to his midsection, and gasped as Matthew's hand dug into his other shoulder, pulling at flesh without any pain inhibitors.
"Matvey, that hurts," he said, and rolled over so that Matthew was underneath him. "Be gentle."
Matthew whined, the sound cutting Ivan almost as deeply as his teeth, and wriggled under Ivan until his mouth was on Ivan's nipple. Ivan just about buckled from the feeling that resulted in Matthew biting hard on that sensitive area. His erection was digging painfully into Matthew's bony hips, and so he was somewhat relieved when the boy managed to get out from under him and straddled his hips.
"Do you want thisss?" Matthew whispered. His elongated teeth and tongue made his sibilants quite sharp.
"Da," Ivan gasped into the pillow. "Please."
Blood served as lubricant. By now the sheets were completely red with blood, and Matthew's hands left wet red imprints on Ivan's hips. Ivan could feel himself become dizzy with blood loss, sex, and the venom all at once, and bit the pillow before he started sobbing from the sensory overload. It was like falling and landing all at once, it was...
"I can hear your blood running in your veinsss," Matthew whispered wetly into Ivan's ear, and bit his earlobe while he pinched Ivan's mutilated nipple. Ivan screamed, and felt their seed join the abundance of blood on the bedsheets.
Curling up, he gave Matthew his hand when asked and tried to ignore the crunch that was likely tendons and bones breaking at the same time.
He felt tired, and a bit cold despite the pinpricks of warmth that were pervading his flesh. He supposed, as Matthew started to gnaw on his forearm, that a little sleep wouldn't hurt him.
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Very interesting, anon! Hope the mixed, disturbed reactions won't hurt your feelings; but I guess you expected weird reactions, yeah? XD
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And besides, all he wanted to do right now was cuddle. He tenderly put the hipbone back, and held on tightly to Ivan's leg. In a moment he was sleeping like a baby.
Meanwhile, Katyusha needed badly to return her little brother's heart to him. He forgot it in the conference hall, and he would no doubt be at a loss without it. She pulled out the copy of Ivan's keycard she had (so she was slightly overprotective...), and ran up to the third floor, the heart safe in a thermos that she kept with her for this exact reason.
She opened the door, and almost gagged at the stench of blood that hit her. Tentatively, she walked in. The sight of her so-called friend Canada sleeping in bloodred sheets and holding the lower half of a leg that was definitely her brother's was a little too much. She silently placed the thermos on the bedside table beside Canada's glasses, and tiptoed out, knowing there was very little she could do now when her trusty pitchfork was at home.
She would deal with this later, and in her own manner.
O.O
"Good morning, Matvey," said Ivan that morning. Matthew blinked something out of his eyes and looked around. His first impression was red, and then he remembered what had gone on last night. Wiping the dried blood out of his eyelids, he stood up.
Ivan had completely rematerialized while he had slept, and was looking at Matthew with the sort of smile that made small Eastern-European countries die inside. Matthew, being the twisted fuck that he was, only found it reassuring.
"I need to get showered. I must look like Carrie or something," he muttered, absolutely mortified. "Are you feeling all right?"
"I've never felt better. I told you, dying agrees with me. How are you feeling?"
"Like I've put on some weight," Matthew said, though when he looked in the mirror he could see that none of last night's indulgences were reflected in his physique. "What are we going to do about the sheets? The cleaners will think that there's been a murder.
"I'll call someone," Ivan said. Matthew knew better than to ask who he'd call, and retired to the shower. When he came back out, the bed was pristine and Ivan was holding out a thermos for him.
"Thank you very much," he said. "Come to St. Petersburg if you want to do it again, da?"
"Da... I mean yes," Matthew muttered, and accepted the thermos, knowing too well what was in it.
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Ivan had completely rematerialized while he had slept, and was looking at Matthew with the sort of smile that made small Eastern-European countries die inside. Matthew, being the twisted fuck that he was, only found it reassuring. I have no idea why I love this, but I totally do! <3
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of course she has a special heart thermos!
I'm glad you liked the story.
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AUTHOR!ANON I WILL GIVE YOU MY LIFE AND SOUL AND UTERUS IF YOU ASK FOR IT.
Like, holy mother of god, that was lovely. The smut was totally spookily hot and I absolutely adooored the little comments of "sick fuck" and that wonderful double entendre in part D and the details of Mattie's omnoms in his earlier life.
Agh, the atmosphere is absolutely spot on. Weird, disturbing but sweet and just ioajfoisjmnse.
You even had the Matvey thing and I didn't even ask for that even though some people just keep it as Matthew and as stupid as it sounds that's a kink of mine as well omigawsh I love you.
After a day of illness, logging on to find this filled just made it, like, wonderful. I'll be happy for the next few days because of this (which, btw, I will be keeping forever and ever).
TL;DR- Thank you so much for filling this. I love it.
Captcha, what the hell, I can't type a goddamn word upside down.
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I'm really glad you liked it that much, and that it made a cruddy day better. What else is guro for?
If you like Wendigo Matthew, by the way, one of the stories I took inspiration from for this fill might keep your mind off of illness for a little longer:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5996048/1/bAngst_b_bCirca_b_b1773_b
woot pimping random stuff
You'll never look at the War of 1812 the same way again.
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Ahhh, exactly. Guro brightens our days with all the things we are missing out on. The whites of bones and the screams of the innocent.
Said random stuff is the epitome of my happiness. I already had a thing for cannibals and when I had initially read Angst Circa 1773, I greedily adopted it as my new headcanon. ;) There were just too few Wendigo!Matthew tales that I thought I might stir some plot bunnies for fellow guro fans to appease myself and others. (had I the talent to pull it off, I would have just highjacked FF and spread the cannibalism love.)
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