Title: Sunrise Ranch, October 9, 1904
Author: Raikana Sakaro
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Alfred, Matthew, and Francis.
Warnings: This is an AU in early Edwardian Montana, near the Canada/US border. Human names used because they are human. PORN AND FIGHTING.
Summary: Matthew is a farmhand who finds work on Alfred's horse ranch, and ends up falling in love. A continuation of a de-anon from the Hetalia kink meme. Matt has a surprise visit, grows a spine, and has sex on a table.
So, I have to admit I was unsure about posting this since there are still some problems with it, but I can't seem to root them out, nor could Sketchfiend. It was just...a bit off. However, I am not known for my patience, so I give it to you as is.
October 19, 1904
Matthew smiled as he stood next to Alfred, leaning against the corral fence with one arm gently draped around the other man’s waist as they watched the two youngest horses frolic inside the fence. He leaned a little closer as he felt an arm slide around his waist, the thumb sliding through one of his belt loops so the hand rested comfortably on his hip.
Alfred turned to smile at the younger man, then leaned his head close so their noses barely touched. “Love you...” he whispered softly before tilting his head to the side and kissing Matthew, slowly and gently.
“Love you, too, sir...” Matthew replied as they broke the kiss. He felt Alfred’s arm pull away from his waist and leaned into the touch as Alfred cupped his cheek before turning to kiss the fingertips gently.
Behind them, a blond man shifted in his saddle, raising an eyebrow with a small smirk as he watched the two men by the corral. “Oho...?” he murmured to himself, then smiled wider and raised his voice. “I say, have either of you gentlemen seen one Matthew Williams?” he called, raising his hand as Matthew spun, pulling his arm back to himself with a panicked look.
The man on the horse slid off and walked over to the other two, leading his mount along behind him. “Oh! My apologies, Mattieu! I did not recognize you with such...” He paused for a moment, making cyclic gestures. “...with such unruly hair.” He shook his head and tsked softly. “Whatever would our dear mother say if she were here?”
Matthew narrowed his eyes at the new arrival, his blond waves pulled back in a small queue, and a small beard growing on his chin. “She would tell you to stop teasing me, Francis, the same as she always did,” Matthew retorted, then sighed and turned to Alfred. “Sir, this is my brother Francis. Francis, this is my employer, Alfred Jones.”
Francis delicately extended a hand to Alfred, his eyebrows raised slightly. “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Albert.”
Alfred took the other man’s hand in an iron grip and shook his firmly. “The pleasure is all mine, Frank.” When he finally released the other man’s hand, he smiled widely, holding it out, palm up. “Here. Let me take your horse in while you two go get caught up.”
Francis smiled back, the corner of his mouth twitching up as he dropped the reins into the outstretched palm. “Thank you, my good man,” he said as he strode toward the farmhouse, Matthew jogging to catch up to him. “So you left your family for...this?”
Matthew had barely opened the kitchen door before Francis walked past him and into the kitchen, immediately dropping into a chair, crossing his legs at the knee. The younger man sighed and went to the cupboards, pulling out the leftovers from their breakfast. “What are you doing here?” was all he asked as he tried to find something else to add to the meal to stretch it to three servings.
Francis frowned for a moment as he picked at his nails. “Well, I was passing through and his positively charming young woman told me that my runaway baby brother was living nearby, so I thought I should come for a visit. After all, Mother always did want us to get along...”
Matthew brought his hand up to rub the tight spot between his eyes. “I’m sure that nobody in town just told you I was living here. They don’t even know I have brothers. Second, I did not run away. That farm was too crowded. I just left to find my own source of income. Unlike some people I could name.” He took a deep breath and gripped the cleaning rag tight in his fist. “And what Mother really meant was for you to stop teasing me.” He turned to face the older man, his chest heaving as he tried to get his breathing under control again.
Francis pouted for a moment, twirling one finger in his hair. “You wound me, Mattieu... You know I am working on the farm for Father...”
“Only so you can keep-” Matthew caught himself before he followed that train of thought any further. “What do you mean you were just passing through? This is hardly a day trip from home!”
Francis shrugged and examined his nails again. “You know how it is, Mattieu... Sometimes one wants a change of scenery...so one goes on a trip with a trading caravan.”
Matthew sighed and turned away from his brother, chopping up a potato to add to the hash. “Who was it this time?”
Francis smiled and stared off into the distance, lost in his own head. “Do you remember the smith’s daughter? She had the auburn hair and those bright green eyes?”
“...you...you had relations with the blacksmith’s daughter? Are you suicidal?” Matthew stopped and turned to look back at the older man. “He’ll have your privates on the anvil when he finds out.”
Francis looked up at his brother with a smile and gestured to the walls and the land beyond them. “And so, I am here, dear brother.”
Matthew rolled his eyes and put another log in the stove. “Remind me to have moved before next year, so you can’t find me again. You know I want no part of your affairs, Francis.”
The older man turned and leaned his elbow against the back of his chair. “No? I thought perhaps time had changed your mind, dear Mattieu...”
Matthew snatched his apron from the nail it hung on and tied it on over his clothes quickly. “I haven’t been away that long.”
“You have been away long enough to finally become the woman you always wanted to be...” Francis said with a smirk, reaching out to tweak the embroidered bow behind the younger man’s back. “I am surprised your bosoms have not filled out, yet. They are long overdue...”
Alfred stopped in the doorway as he swung the door open, just looking between the two men for a moment. Finally, he slipped off his boots and shut the door behind him, walking over to lean against the counter, watching Francis through suspicious eyes. “Having a good time?”
Francis smirked and dropped the apron strings, looking at his brother’s tense back. “Oh, yes. We were just discussing when lovely Mattieu’s courses would finally begin...”
Alfred narrowed his eyes further and took a threatening step toward the older Canadian. “You might want to think harder about what kinds of things you say...”
Matthew sighed and turned, placing a hand on the older man’s chest, pushing him gently away from Francis. He turned to his brother and quirked an eyebrow, waiting silently. Francis finally stood up with a dramatic sigh and strolled toward the door “I think I must answer the call of mother nature,” he said loudly as he walked outside, closing the door behind him.
Alfred watched him go, his lips drawn back to bare his teeth. “...the bastard! I should just--”
“No, sir,” Matthew said, raising his voice to be heard over the older man. “No. Just...ignore him, please. He’s only doing it for the sake of doing it. He wants to see us get upset.”
“Yeah, well, it’s working. He’s going to leave here short a few teeth.” Alfred said, his hands clenched into fists.
Matthew leaned forward and quickly kissed the other man’s cheek. “Please don’t, sir. Please just ignore him. I can deal with him. I grew up with him.”
Alfred sighed and relaxed slightly. “Alright, Matt. I’ll try to stay civil,” he said. “But that’s all I’ll promise.”
Matthew smiled and gave the older man a quick peck on the lips before backing away slowly, smiling. “Thank you, sir. I appreciate it.” Then he turned back to his cooking as Alfred took a seat at the table.
* * *
Francis sat at the kitchen table, slouched down in his seat with his stocking feet resting on the table as he watched Matthew bustle about, cleaning up after lunch. He reached down into his belt pouch for one of his hand-rolled cigarettes and a small pack of matches. He reached down to strike the match against the seat of the chair and lit his cigarette, taking a deep drag and releasing it before he turned to look at his brother. “When should I tell mother to expect the wedding?” he asked with a smirk on his face.
Matthew frowned and scrubbed the counters viciously. “There won’t be a wedding, Francis, as well you know, because I am not a woman,” he responded levelly. “Just stop this. It’s not funny and you don’t have to impress your friends.”
Francis slipped his feet off the table and sat up straight as he took another drag on his cigarette. “You keep saying that, Mattieu, but you act more like a woman every hour...” He stood up and moved to stand next to the younger man, gently stroking one finger over his stomach, stopping short at the apron ties. “I am surprised that Albert has not mistaken you for one in a fit of passion...”
Matthew slapped the back of his brother’s hand and moved away, walking around the other side of the table as he faced the shorter man, his cheeks red. “Keep your hands off of me, Francis, and stop talking like that. It’s not funny. And put that thing out. I will not have my house smelling of tobacco.”
Francis took another long drag and blew the smoke into Matthew’s face before grinning and walking out the door. “I suppose I shall just have to smoke with my horse, then...” he called over his shoulder as Matthew waved his hands around his head to clear the smoke.
* * *
After supper, Francis stayed in the kitchen as Matthew cleaned the dishes and Alfred left to tend the horses again, his hands clenched into fists as he walked out the door. He stood in the stall with his stallion and brushed the blond coat vigorously as he glared over the strong back at the elegant black mare a few stalls away, tossing her long, wavy mane as she paced around the stall.
Alfred laid his cheek against Goldie’s neck, reaching up to stroke his cream-colored mane. “It’ll be okay, boy,” he whispered against the short hairs of the neck. “He’ll be gone soon and he’ll take his horse with him.”
Matthew glanced over his shoulder as he scrubbed the dishes in the tub of cold water to see his brother lounging in one of the wooden chairs. “Why don’t you go wait in the front room?” he suggested, turning back to the tub as he ground his teeth, waiting for yet another crack from the other man.
“Where do you suppose your husband has gone?” Francis asked, raising his eyebrows as he examined his nails, idly picking dirt from under them.
“For the last time,” Matthew said through his gritted teeth, “he is not my husband. I am not a woman!”
Francis pursed his lips, still examining nails. “Are you sure, Mattieu? It certainly looked like he was your husband...”
The young man whirled to face his older brother, a look of frustration plastered on his face. “Just stop it! Stop with the jokes, Francis! They’re not funny!”
The older man finally looked up at Matthew, raising an eyebrow languidly. “Are they jokes? Perhaps him kissing you was a joke as well?”
Matthew immediately went pale, then turned back to the tub of water. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Francis! Stop making up lies about us!”
Francis slipped out of his seat and walked up behind the younger man, turning his head so his mouth was level with Matthew’s ear. “I do not believe they are lies, Mattieu,” he whispered softly. “It’s all very suspicious here... Two men living together...unsupervised...all alone... I wonder how Mother would react if she found out her petit bébé was living in sin like this...”
Matthew glared down at the dirty water. “You don’t know anything, Francis. She would never believe you. Just sit down and stop taunting me.”
Francis looked at the back of his brother’s head as he stepped back, about to drop into his chair when the door opened to admit Alfred. He grinned and stepped forward to trap the American by the door. “How does it feel?” he asked innocently, smiling at the other blond.
“...how does what feel?” Alfred replied suspiciously, trying to edge past the slighter man.
Francis leaned forward, his hands resting in his pockets. “Turning my younger brother into a filthy sodomite,” he whispered before pulling back.
Alfred clenched his hands into fists, pressing his nails into his palms to keep from knocking the smug grin from the older man’s face, along with a few of his teeth. “I did nothing of the sort,” he ground out.
Francis placed his index finger under Alfred’s chin, pressing up into the soft flesh there. “Well, it must have been you. He left two years ago, a proper God-fearing boy, and now he is consorting with sodomites and whoresons.”
Alfred glared at the older man, his face twitching with effort as he tried not to hit Matthew’s brother. Instead, he saw a fist come from the side that sent Francis’ head spinning. Matthew stepped between the two men and grabbed his older brother by the front of his shirt, shoving him towards the table.
“Shut your filthy mouth!” he yelled, stalking after the smaller man, his fist held ready by his side. “He’s more of a man than you are!” he cried, shoving Francis against the heavy wooden table, landing blow after blow on the older man’s stomach.
Francis looked up at his younger brother through narrowed blue eyes. “You see, Mattieu? You see what he has done to you?! He has turned you on your own family!”
Matthew caught the older man under the chin with his fist, hearing a satisfying click as his teeth slammed together. “He’s done nothing of the sort! He has treated me like a human being, which is more than you ever did!” He planted his fist into Francis’ ribs, breathing heavily through his nose. “All you ever did was hit me and make me do your chores! You are, and always have been, a damned lazy good-for-nothing bastard! You call me the sinner?! When was the last time you even stepped foot in a church?! You would probably catch fire as soon as you stepped in the door! And I can’t even count how many women you’ve been with and you’ve no doubt found more since I’ve left! How many bastard children do you have now?! Hm?!”
Francis raised his arms to try to defend himself, but the younger man moved too fast, landing quick blows to his face before switching back to his stomach, his pent-up frustration showing as blood and bruises on his brother’s exposed skin. “Mercy...” Francis finally managed to croak. “Mercy, please...”
Matthew stopped with his hand pulled back for another punch. “On two conditions.”
“What? No, anything! Just stop, please!”
Matthew lowered his fist and grabbed the older man’s shirt, hauling him upright, dragging him to the door. “First, if you ever tell Mother about this, I will hunt you down and end your life! Second, I don’t want to see your face in this house ever again! You are to leave us alone!”
Francis nodded frantically and reached behind himself for the latch, opening the door to slink out. Matthew watched him stumble towards the stable, then shut the door and stalked back to his dishes, scowling at the innocent pewter.
Alfred looked wide-eyed between the door and Matthew, then smiled and moved over to stand next to the younger man. “You defended me...” he said dumbfounded. “I can’t believe you actually beat your brother because of me. First you tell me to leave him be and then...!” He grabbed the wavy blond hair and turned Matthew’s head to face him, kissing him hard and deep.
Matthew blinked, looking into lidded blue eyes as Alfred pulled away, his anger cooling quickly.. “W-what are you doing?”
Alfred reached down to cup Matthew’s pants with one hand. “Showing you my appreciation...” he whispered huskily, grinding his hips against the young man.
“W-well...he had it c-coming...” Matthew said, his cheeks flushing as the older man’s hand squeezed his quickly growing erection.
Alfred leaned close to Matthew, so close their noses were almost touching. “You’ve got me so excited. Take me, Matt. Be forceful with me. I want to be yours tonight-no, right now.”
“W-what are you talking about, sir?”
Alfred kissed Matthew one last time before turning and yanking his jeans down off his hips, bending over the table as he reached back to open the flap covering his behind. “Take me, Matt. Now. Please.”
Matthew felt his nostrils flare and his flesh stiffen as he looked at the older man spread over the table. He bit down on his lip, but moved forward, unbuttoning his fly and union suit as he went, freeing his erection to rub against the other man’s ass cleft.
Alfred moaned shamelessly and rubbed back against Matthew. “Please, Matt, put it in...”
Matthew leaned forward, pressing his whole length against Alfred’s ass as he leaned down. “Cross your legs,” he whispered, running one hand under the old shirt, caressing the muscles hiding under the rough wool.
Alfred panted heavily, despite the fact that they hadn’t started, and crossed his legs at the ankles, leaning on the table for support, his erection hanging from the front of his pants. He finally felt the soft, stiff head press slowly between his legs and let out a soft moan.
Matthew bent over Alfred’s back using one hand to support himself as he thrust, the other hand holding onto the other man’s hair, twisting the short hairs around his fingers as he breathed hot and heavy against Alfred’s ear, whispering his name repeatedly.
Alfred pressed back against the younger man, letting out wanton moans. “Please...” he panted between moans. “Please...I need release...”
Matthew bared his teeth and scraped them over the other man’s ears before letting go of his hair, wrapping his free hand around Alfred’s erection, starting to stroke. “Matt... Yes, Matt... Please... Oh God, yes...!” Alfred muttered as each thrust drove home.
Matthew straightened up and looked at the door as the latch moved. Francis cautiously opened the door and saw the two men at the table, Matthew still thrusting deep into Alfred. The young man growled and reached down to his thigh, pulling out the revolver one-handed, sighting down the barrel at the older man. “I told you to get out, you bastard!”
Francis stared wide-eyed at the gun, then quickly grabbed his jacket from the rack by the door. “I just forgot this!” he said. “I’m going!” He ducked back out the door, his eyes still wide. Matthew watched the door for a few more moments as he thrust shallowly.
Finally, Alfred reached up and pulled Matthew’s gun in front of his face, licking down the barrel and across the young man’s palm. Matthew gasped, his mind suddenly drawn back to the task at hand, and redoubled his speed.
Both men panted and moaned softly as they moved against each other, their union suits growing damp with sweat. Alfred kept Matthew’s gun hand near his face, turning to lick or suck the barrel from time to time, just to hear the desperate moan from the other man.
Matthew carefully set his gun on the table as he felt a familiar ache building in his groin, but grabbed Alfred’s hair with both hands as he thrust erratically between the older man’s thighs. He grunted as he released his seed between the other man’s legs and against the underside of the other erection.
Alfred moaned loudly as he wrapped one hand around his member, his head tilted back under Matthew’s tight grasp. Within minutes he had brought himself to completion as well, moaning the other man’s name as he spilt his seed on the table.
Matthew let go of Alfred’s hair in the pleasant afterglow, pulling the other man upright by his shirt to kiss him hard. “Nobody calls you a whoreson, sir,” he whispered fiercely. “Not so long as I am with you.”
“I am so in love with you, Matt,” was Alfred’s only response as he tried to put his clothes back together in a pleasurable haze.
Matthew went to the door as he heard the muffled thud of hooves on the hard dirt and looked out into the night in time to man atop a shining black horse ride out of the front gate. He grinned and turned back to the older man. “Don’t bother, sir,” he said, pushing the other’s hands away from his clothes.
“Why-?” he managed to get out before Matthew gripped his arm tight and dragged him to the stairs.
“Because I am still not satisfied, sir,” Matthew whispered fiercely, pulling the other man up the stairs to their room.
Alfred laughed in disbelief, then pinched the back of his hand as he followed the young man, just to make sure this was not a dream. When he found himself tossed onto the bed on his back, Matthew perched between his legs with his erection still hanging out, he finally decided once and for all that he was not dreaming. He grinned and reached out to take his reward for his good behavior.