Blood and Tears

What a great way to wake up.

 Mkay, so you guys wanted smut. Like, yeah. So this might suck, this is my first time writing it so I hope you like it.

 WARNING THIS CONTAINS CONTENT THAT IS OFFENSIVE TO HATERS. NO LIKEY, NO READ. So if you don't like to read smut, gladly skip to the next chappy (because this whole chapter is yaoi)! K? good...

 Oh and there also will be Mpreg! K enjoy your smut you freaks! *SHAMELESS

Gilbert POV~

I woke slowly to a warm weight on my chest. Yawning, I looked down and was met with a sleeping Birdie. I smiled and ruffled his hair, careful to avoid that devious curl of his. I glanced at the digital clock, noting that the power was still out. The radio played tunes in the background, but I didn't pay attention to that. The candles had burnt out and the house was dark. Matthew grunted and shuffled around, getting comfortable again on my chest. I stilled until he settled, hearing his quiet breaths.

I smiled again and reached over to my phone to see what time it was. 3:25. Wow. Early. Back to sleep I guess... I put my phone back down and closed my eyes. My dreams were filled with Birdie, laughing, smiling, crying, pouting. 'You have such a cute pout Birdie.' He pouted even more. 'I do not.' I smirked, laughing my signature laugh. 'Kesesese~ Sure...' He turned away so his back was facing me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed the juncture between his jaw and shoulder. He sighed and his head rolled back.

 I gazed into violet depths, glad that I had followed him that fateful day. I got lost in his eyes as he peered into mine. My eyes wandered down to his lips and lingered there, then looked back up. I pressed my lips to his and he kissed back. He turned and wrapped his arms around my neck, blushing slightly. I licked his lower lip, asking for entrance. They opened and our tongues met, dancing in symphony.

Matthew POV~

Shuffling. I opened my eyes to see the world was blurry and sideways. My head was moving up and down in time with the quick breaths of the person under me. I grabbed my glasses and put them on, sitting up slightly. Gilbert's face was flushed, comparable to a tomato. I smiled and put my hands on his cheeks. He leaned into the touch and moaned. Wait, moan? My eyes wandered lower and a blush erupted on my face. Oh. A viable tent was forming in the crotch of his pants.

Something stirred inside of me as I gazed at it. I looked back up at Gilbert's face. His face was frustrated, desperate looking. I looked back down. I could... I reached for the button of his jeans and popped it open, sliding down the zipper. A silent hiss escaped his mouth and I looked back up, carefully shuffling down his jeans and boxers. His member sprung free, standing proudly. When he says 'Five Meters', you can't doubt it... A sigh escaped him and I wrapped my hand around it, pumping gently.

3rd Person~

Immediately after, Gilbert's eyes snapped open and locked with the blonde handling his dick. Matthew failed to notice this and lowered his head and began to suck. He took in as much as he could and worked the rest he couldn't get with his hand. Gilbert bit his lip and resisted the urge to jump the blonde, who no doubt, was also getting hard. Gilbert moaned at a particularly hard suck and Matthew looked up, eyes locking with red. He 'eeped' and jumped back, looking away and blushing furiously. "Sorry..."

Gilbert smirked and sat up, pulling the blonde into a needy kiss. Their tongues danced and Gilbert took off Matthew's shirt and pants, removing his own clothing as well. He leaned over the blonde and pinned him to the couch, lips locked once more. Matthew moaned into the kiss and ground up against Gilbert. Gilbert broke the kiss panting. "Need... lube..." He stuck three fingers in front of Matthew's face. "Suck." He commanded. Matthew opened his mouth and wrapped his tongue around the fingers.

Gilbert reached down and pumped Matthew's twitching member, reducing him to a panting, needy mess. When he was satisfied, he pulled his fingers away and lifted the blonde's legs onto his shoulders. "Zhis might hurt for a second Birdie. Do jou trust me?" They gazed at each other and finally, Matthew nodded. Gilbert inserted a finger and kissed Matthew to distract him from the pain. He wiggled around the finger, probing Matthew's velvet walls. He inserted another finger and scissored.

A whine escaped Matthew and a tear formed in his eye. Gilbert kissed it away. "It'll get better Birdie, just vait..." He felt around for a second until the walls tightened and Matthew gasped. "T-there, right there!" He inserted a third finger and scissored more, brushing and rubbing his prostate. When he deemed him ready, Gilbert removed his fingers and lined himself up with Matthew's entrance. "Ready?" Matthew nodded and Gilbert slowly pushed into him, going halfway and stopping.

The tight walls contracted around him and he let out a shaky breath, pulling out to the tip, then burring himself all the way in up to the hilt. Matthew gasped at the feeling of being full and tried to relax. Only then did Gilbert start moving. He started at a slow pace, letting Matthew's pain give way to pleasure. Soon Matthew was gasping and clinging to Gilbert, nails leaving long trails down his back, screaming in pleasure. Each thrust gave way to a new wave of pleasure and the coiling heat collected in his belly.

All too soon it ended with a flash of white behind his eyes and a scream. He came, covering himself and Gilbert in the white, sticky fluid. The walls tightened around Gilbert and he thrusted deeper, burring himself as deep as he could go, and climaxed. He rode it out inside his lover, panting. He collapsed next to Matthew, and brushed the hair away from his face. He kissed his head and smiled. "Ich liebe ditch Birdie." Matthew rolled over and gripped Gilbert. "Je t'aime aussi Gilbert."