Biting his lip, Alfred took a breath. Yes, he wanted this, but not if it was at the expense of his boyfriend. "You know you don't have to do this. I already know you love me, and I love you. We don't have to do this." If only his member wasn't so hard already, then maybe his words would actually sound believable.

Kissing him, Matthew crawled back onto Alfred's lap. "I know you want this and I want to give it to you. Please let me Alfred. If it starts to be too much, I promise I'll tell you. Let me make you feel good. I want... I want to make love with you." Sure he was shaking a bit, but it was mostly because he was hovering over top his lover's hot, tumescent member.

Not being able to argue with that, Alfred gave a small nod. Kissing him again, he made sure to show as much of his love through it, so Matthew would know without a doubt that he was different from those men in the camp.

Bringing a hand down between them, he grasped the twitching cock lightly and rubbed a bit of the lotion left on his hand on it. It was more to make it easier for Matthew, but judging by the soft groan it felt good for Alfred as well. "Je t'aime." He murmured as he slowly lowered himself. This would be the moment to make sure he was actually ready for this.

Holding his breath, Alfred let it go as he saw Matthew pause and start to shake. He was torn in three, his physical self wanting to go through with it for release, his mental self knowing it would be best if they stopped, and his emotional self wanting to comfort his boyfriend. Lifting a hand up, he caressed the smooth cheek. "It's alright, Mattie, I'm right here."

"I...I know." Matthew murmured as he looked down into Alfred's eyes. This was his boyfriend. His lover; the man who had helped him gradually get back into society. If he couldn't prove his love and devotion this way, then nothing else would do for him. With just a narrowing of his eyes, he left himself slowly be penetrated by the shaft below him.

Alfred couldn't help giving a low moan as he felt that tight heat over his head. But was it too tight? He wasn't sure what was normal for this type of thing. "Are you alright? Does it hurt?" He asked, concerned for his lover. Ah, but it felt so great to be inside him!

Matthew held himself steady so he could allow his body time to adjust to the length after not having anything in there for so long. This was the slowest anyone had gone with him though, so it helped him remember just who it was. "A-Alfred... Keep t-talking please... I need to know it's you."

"I love you, I love you so much, Mattie." He wasn't sure what to say, so he just kept repeating how much he loved him. That should prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was him, because he was fairly sure that the German soldiers wouldn't say that.

Nodding for both of them, he continued to shift down. Centimetre by centimetre he sank down until his thighs were touching his calves and the entire length was sheathed inside him. "I'm ok." Matthew whispered to himself in French as his voice and body shook more out of restraint than fear.

Almost shaking himself with need, Alfred had to force his hips to not thrust up. But he was now all inside, and it felt amazing, though what he needed most of all was friction, not just heat. Of course he couldn't say that, and all these thoughts were crashing in his mind, filled with Matthew. "Are you alright? Does it hurt?" He asked again.

Not trusting his voice yet, Matthew let himself rise up a bit before grinding down for an answer. It didn't hurt nearly as much as he remembered - especially the last time before Alfred saved him- but it held an edge. Still, just seeing Alfred's eyes glazed over in lust and hearing his concerned voice gave the smaller blond confidence that he would be fine.

"Oh God..." Alfred whispered, not being able to help it. It just felt so good, he thought he was going to die. But this wasn't for him, this was for Matthew. "Matt, kiss me please." They were too far away, they should be closer. It would have been better if their bodies could be pressed together as close as physically possible, but this position didn't really allow for it, so they would have to compromise with this.

Doing as he was asked, the small blond leaned forward and matched their lips up. It wasn't very long until his movements started to go faster as he realized he wasn't going to be hurt by Alfred. Well, he knew he wouldn't do it on purpose, but he wasn't sure if just his cock inside would hurt. Still, it was hard not to get scared if his eyes were closed and he couldn't see his flushed lover under him.

They pulled back for air, Alfred giving a low moan. Had sex ever felt this good? He was sure it hadn't, so why was it so amazing this time? Matthew was still speeding up, giving him the friction his physical self needed so very bad.

Matthew closed his eyes as he started to move faster. He didn't really mean to, but it was more a reflex now than anything to keep his eyes closed so he wouldn't have to see the man who was violating him. That thought combined with having Alfred inside him made his breathing start to increase. His mind frantically tried to tell him it was just Alfred, but his body started to shake again as he continued to move faster. If the man felt good quicker, than he would be allowed to sleep. Everything would be fine. Matthew wasn't going to be hurt if the man felt good. A small, unstable whine left his throat as his eyes and throat started to squeeze closed in fear.

"Matt!" Alfred yelled, seeing the sudden change. He lifted his hands, placing them on Matthew's face. He also tried moving backwards so that his cock, as hard as it was, would fall out. "Mattie, it's me, it's ok, it's me. We're stopping, alright? It's over." But he couldn't actually get his member all the way out in this position.

Opening his teary eyes, Matthew looked down. His lover was so distraught with his 'attack' that he wanted to stop. "N-No, I'm ok. I want you to feel good Alfred. I just need to see you." He choked out, shifting his body back down onto the hard shaft. "You n-need to feel good as well." Alfred gave him a hand job so he could have sex with him to make him feel good.

Dropping one of his hands, Alfred took a breath. "Are you sure you're alright? We can stop if you want." But he was making it very difficult to say that, with Matthew going back on his length again. "You have already made me feel good."

Shaking his head, Matthew placed his hands near Alfred's chest so he could move faster and harder against the length. "You h-haven't cum yet." Now that he was staring down at Alfred's face, he wasn't upset. It was only when he shut his eyes for too long that he couldn't handle it. His mind would substitute in a German soldier that had raped him in the past instead of his lover.

"I-I could just finish myself, you don't have to." If only his pulsing member wasn't contradicting his words so much. Why did he have to be so turned on by this? But there was no way he wouldn't be, of course. "I love you Mattie, that won't change if we stop."

Once again he shook his head. "I want to make you cum." He said simply as he rhythmically contracted himself against Alfred. Maybe it would make- His thought was cut off suddenly as he let out a weak moan. What was that? Alfred wasn't touching his cock, so what was the feeling of pleasure that spread slowly through his body?

As Matthew paused his actions, Alfred once again started worrying. "Mattie? What's wrong?" But he didn't really look like he was afraid or in pain. What was it?

"Something felt good." He stated simply before grinding against Alfred. Once again, the same feeling washed through his body as his cock twitched. How could he feel pleasure from having something up his hole? "I didn't think..."

"It feels good for you?" Alfred asked, completely confused. That didn't make sense, did it? "That's great!" So he wasn't the only one who felt pleasure! This was amazing! "What can I do to make it feel better?" He lifted an arm, bringing it to Matthew's slightly bobbing cock and gave it a few hard strokes. He wanted him to feel as good as possible.

Groaning from the strokes, Matthew moved again. "Th-There's a spot... If I h-hit it, it feels good." He did it again and was rewarded with the same feeling of pleasure. "I didn't think I could feel good from sex..." Now it made sense why he would feel strange sometimes. The other men just wanted to feel good so they didn't worry about hitting the spot inside him.

Alfred felt so happy that his lover was feeling good. He tried moving his hand faster, to make Matthew feel as good as he could, because he deserved this. "I love you, God I love you so much, Mattie."

"I-I love you too Alfred. Je t'aime tellment." He whined as he continued to get pleasure from both the hand on his manhood and the cock inside him. It was strange, but it made it even easier to remember he was doing this with his lover and not a stranger. And... Was he going to cum from this? That would be the first time just sex had ever made him feel so good. Normally he would be jerked off roughly by the man or have to deal with it when they left.

Letting out a low moan, Alfred felt his hips thrust up a bit, and was rewarded with a similar moan from his lover. Soon, he felt Matthew tense up again, and watched as he came for the second time that night. He had given him so much pleasure, mainly just from behind! That thought alone brought the American over the edge.

Now that they were both spent, Matthew's movements became slower before collapsing onto Alfred's chest. Now that they had finally become intimate, the smaller blond was all but attached to his lover's sweat slicked skin as they both panted off their high. "I love you. I... I felt good too; not just you like I thought."

"I know, that's great." Alfred held onto him as well, feeling his now-limp cock fall out. They had done it, finally. "I love you, you did wonderful." Now, Matthew was truly healed. His past would not affect them anymore, now that they had done this, gone this far.

Feeling the cum leak out made Matthew twitch before he relaxed himself. It was his lover's essence, not the rapists. It was the evidence that they were in love and not of a brutal act. Sighing in contentment, Matthew looked down Alfred's chest at his body. It was still a bit awkward to do so, but he let his eyes rake the attractive body until he saw a small scar on the inside of his thigh. "What happened?" He asked, running his fingers lightly over the scar.

Eyes going wide, Alfred tried scooting back from the touch. If Matthew kept touching there, he would get aroused again. "Fell out of a tree when I was a kid." He laughed, thinking how much that story paled in comparison to his other scars.

"Oh." He whispered, letting his hand run across the rest of his leg before resting on his chest where his head was laying. "I really do love you Alfred. If it wasn't for you..." He trailed off, instead nuzzling against his heated skin. "I want to feel good like that again one day. Maybe we could try again later?"

Laughing at how cute he was being, Alfred nodded. "Of course. Whenever you want." Excluding when they were out in public or when he was at work, obviously, but he was sure Matthew would keep to times that were convenient for both of them. Like whenever they were home, for example.

"Ok." Matthew murmured as his eyes started to slip shut. "Thank you for letting me be close with you. I know what making love is like now."

Well, that is all, I am sad to say. We would like to thank all of you for coming with us on this journey of these two men, and while Matthew may not be completely healed, he is well on his way.

For those of you who read our other stories, I will let you all know that we should start posting another story on Friday, and if not then, Saturday. Check it out if you are interested. Hugs and kisses to everyone who reviewed, and also to those silent readers out there.