The small, dark bedroom was quiet, only lighted up by a few candles in the corners.
America laid bare naked and quiet in the bed, his legs and arms tied to each bed, a small frown on his face. The gag hindered him from saying anything. Just a few hours ago, he and Russia had met up in a bar, drinking, until the Russian had decided to knock the American out and kidnap him to his house.
America looked around and struggled against the bonds, only to notice that they got tighter the more he struggled. The door opened and he looked up, seeming rather startled from what he saw.
Russia came waltzing in, dressed in his old Red Army clothes, a riding crop in his hand. A gun was in the gun holster, a knife beside it.
Standing by the bed, Russia smiled at the younger nation, tapping his cheek lightly with the end of the crop. "Finally awake, comrade~?" He said and giggled, leaning down slightly. America just glared at him, biting down on the gag. The older nation just grinned at him and took out his knife with his gloved hand.
"Little America is such a tease when drink, did you know that ~? Flirting around with everybody, teasing us~... Nfufu, how could I resist it~?"
Pressing the knife against Americas neck, he giggled as watched a small, thin and red line began to form. The younger nation began to struggle again, wanting to get away from the lunatic. His gloved hand roamed the slightly tanned and muscular body, his touches light and soft.
America tried to hold back a small gasp as the hand traveled lower, glancing at the knife, which slowly cut up his skin by the collarbone. Russia leaned down and sucked lightly on the wound, drinking the sweet blood that slowly pooled up. He moved the knife down slightly, pressing the cold, blunt side against the nipples, the small buds slowly becoming harder. The Russian smiled and made small cuts on the body, around the nipples, on his stomach and near his crotch. For every wound he made, Russia giggled and sucked on them. America just faced away and blushed, letting out small whimpers and moans, a gloved hand playing slightly with a nipple.
Russia put the knife down, kissing and nipping lightly above the crotch, and then crawled up to whisper something in the Americans ear, making the other blush but nod. The Russian smiled and untied the gag, the younger nation licking his dry lips, looking away once more. Taking out the gun, which was loaded with a single bullet, Russia pressed it against the others mouth. America glared at him and bit down, not wanting to open his mouth for him. The older nation just sighed with a small smile, reaching down and giving the others length a small, light squeeze, making the younger nation gasp. Russia giggled and pressed the gun into his mouth.
"Now, America unless you wish to play Russian roulette with me, you should suck~"
America shook his head and glared up at the other, making the Russian giggle and pull the trigger.
Click.
The American froze up.
A second click. The other was not joking before.
America shifted his eyes slightly, sweating nervously.
Click. A fourth. This revolver held five rounds.
Taking a deep breath, America slowly, lightly, began to suck on the guns barrel, the Russian smiling, pleased, and began to press the gun deeper into his mouth.
The American sighed and slowly began to lick the underside, still sucking on it. The taste of the gunpowder overwhelmed his senses, closing his eyes and sucking harder, moving his head back and forth slightly. Russia smiled wider and moved his hand down; beginning to stroke himself through the pants, letting out small, quiet moans. When the gun was lubed up enough (according to Russia, that is), he removed it from the younger nations mouth. America panted softly, still glaring weakly at the other, a small blush on his cheeks, having become aroused by it all now.
The older nation moved the gun down and pressed it against the Americans tight, unprepared entrance. Russia began to slowly, though not gently, press it in, the American whimpering and groaning slightly in pain and protest. The older nation smiled at the other as he roughly trusted the gun into him, making the other let out a shaky groan. Slowly, he moved the fun in and out, listening and enjoying the others quiet and broken moans.
Russia put his finger on the trigger and giggled quietly, just about to shoot, the American stopping him by muttering the safe word.
".. I love you"
The Russian looked up, smiling sweetly and leaned down to lightly kiss the younger nation, gently pulling the gun out from him. America kissed him back lightly, the Russian untying him from the ropes that held him stuck.
Slowly, Alfred wrapped his arms around Ivan's neck, kissing the pale neck lightly. Ivan unbuckled his pants and pulled them down, positioning his large, hard length before the entrance before gently pressing into the young nation, moaning quietly.
The Russian slowly began to move in and out, kissing the other once more, the American starting to move with him. A gloved hand reached down to lightly stroke Alfreds hard arousal, making the younger moan needingly. As Ivan began to thrust harder into him, his moans became louder. Ivan leaned his head down and began to suck softly on the others neck, thrusting and stroking faster, panting and groaning quietly.
Muttering the others name shakily, the Russian came inside the other, stroking the other until he climaxed, his hand now covered with the seeds of his... lover.
Ivan laid down beside Alfred, wrapping his arms around the young nations neck, watching the other as he began to lick the gloved hands clean, pulling the gloves off with his teeth. Alfred leaned up and kissed him softly.
Silence over came them as they just stayed close to each other in the loving embrace, until the Russian broke the silence.
"Alfred~...?"
"Mm...?"
"I love you too~"
America laid bare naked and quiet in the bed, his legs and arms tied to each bed, a small frown on his face. The gag hindered him from saying anything. Just a few hours ago, he and Russia had met up in a bar, drinking, until the Russian had decided to knock the American out and kidnap him to his house.
America looked around and struggled against the bonds, only to notice that they got tighter the more he struggled. The door opened and he looked up, seeming rather startled from what he saw.
Russia came waltzing in, dressed in his old Red Army clothes, a riding crop in his hand. A gun was in the gun holster, a knife beside it.
Standing by the bed, Russia smiled at the younger nation, tapping his cheek lightly with the end of the crop. "Finally awake, comrade~?" He said and giggled, leaning down slightly. America just glared at him, biting down on the gag. The older nation just grinned at him and took out his knife with his gloved hand.
"Little America is such a tease when drink, did you know that ~? Flirting around with everybody, teasing us~... Nfufu, how could I resist it~?"
Pressing the knife against Americas neck, he giggled as watched a small, thin and red line began to form. The younger nation began to struggle again, wanting to get away from the lunatic. His gloved hand roamed the slightly tanned and muscular body, his touches light and soft.
America tried to hold back a small gasp as the hand traveled lower, glancing at the knife, which slowly cut up his skin by the collarbone. Russia leaned down and sucked lightly on the wound, drinking the sweet blood that slowly pooled up. He moved the knife down slightly, pressing the cold, blunt side against the nipples, the small buds slowly becoming harder. The Russian smiled and made small cuts on the body, around the nipples, on his stomach and near his crotch. For every wound he made, Russia giggled and sucked on them. America just faced away and blushed, letting out small whimpers and moans, a gloved hand playing slightly with a nipple.
Russia put the knife down, kissing and nipping lightly above the crotch, and then crawled up to whisper something in the Americans ear, making the other blush but nod. The Russian smiled and untied the gag, the younger nation licking his dry lips, looking away once more. Taking out the gun, which was loaded with a single bullet, Russia pressed it against the others mouth. America glared at him and bit down, not wanting to open his mouth for him. The older nation just sighed with a small smile, reaching down and giving the others length a small, light squeeze, making the younger nation gasp. Russia giggled and pressed the gun into his mouth.
"Now, America unless you wish to play Russian roulette with me, you should suck~"
America shook his head and glared up at the other, making the Russian giggle and pull the trigger.
Click.
The American froze up.
A second click. The other was not joking before.
America shifted his eyes slightly, sweating nervously.
Click. A fourth. This revolver held five rounds.
Taking a deep breath, America slowly, lightly, began to suck on the guns barrel, the Russian smiling, pleased, and began to press the gun deeper into his mouth.
The American sighed and slowly began to lick the underside, still sucking on it. The taste of the gunpowder overwhelmed his senses, closing his eyes and sucking harder, moving his head back and forth slightly. Russia smiled wider and moved his hand down; beginning to stroke himself through the pants, letting out small, quiet moans. When the gun was lubed up enough (according to Russia, that is), he removed it from the younger nations mouth. America panted softly, still glaring weakly at the other, a small blush on his cheeks, having become aroused by it all now.
The older nation moved the gun down and pressed it against the Americans tight, unprepared entrance. Russia began to slowly, though not gently, press it in, the American whimpering and groaning slightly in pain and protest. The older nation smiled at the other as he roughly trusted the gun into him, making the other let out a shaky groan. Slowly, he moved the fun in and out, listening and enjoying the others quiet and broken moans.
Russia put his finger on the trigger and giggled quietly, just about to shoot, the American stopping him by muttering the safe word.
".. I love you"
The Russian looked up, smiling sweetly and leaned down to lightly kiss the younger nation, gently pulling the gun out from him. America kissed him back lightly, the Russian untying him from the ropes that held him stuck.
Slowly, Alfred wrapped his arms around Ivan's neck, kissing the pale neck lightly. Ivan unbuckled his pants and pulled them down, positioning his large, hard length before the entrance before gently pressing into the young nation, moaning quietly.
The Russian slowly began to move in and out, kissing the other once more, the American starting to move with him. A gloved hand reached down to lightly stroke Alfreds hard arousal, making the younger moan needingly. As Ivan began to thrust harder into him, his moans became louder. Ivan leaned his head down and began to suck softly on the others neck, thrusting and stroking faster, panting and groaning quietly.
Muttering the others name shakily, the Russian came inside the other, stroking the other until he climaxed, his hand now covered with the seeds of his... lover.
Ivan laid down beside Alfred, wrapping his arms around the young nations neck, watching the other as he began to lick the gloved hands clean, pulling the gloves off with his teeth. Alfred leaned up and kissed him softly.
Silence over came them as they just stayed close to each other in the loving embrace, until the Russian broke the silence.
"Alfred~...?"
"Mm...?"
"I love you too~"
