Temptation of a Gun

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'R-Russia would be so mad…'
A little voice said in Latvia's head, as he stared into the countries' office. Swallowing back the temptation to take the delicate, yet strong double action revolver off Russia's desk. The oak polish of it's handle gleamed slightly in the dim lighting of the room, the snow glare's intensity dimmed by the heavy curtain behind the sleeping giant's head. It would only take a quick slip in and out of the room to grab the slender gun from where it waited on Russia's desk.

He felt the sweat on his forehead as he turned away. Trembling from the resistance of the beautifully crafted and fine weapon. Seeming to beckon for him at every moment. There was something sweetly seductive about the fine grooves that were engraved, the fine grain of the wooden handle and the silver shine from the trigger. The trigger that could so easily end him, yet offered his mind something he desired so strongly. He turned again to face the beautiful weapon, checking where Russia was a final time. He looked up and down the hallways for Estonia and Lithuania, who were both working steadily in the kitchen. His breath hitched as he slowly walked nearer to the door.

He felt himself tremble more as his hand touched the cool surface of the door knob. Once he took the weapon, he'd be in danger of Russia finding out. That was something Latvia did not want… yet… He looked at the weapon's glinting muzzle and could no longer resist. Stepping forward slowly, carefully, watching the Russian sleep. Glad when he made no motion except to roll the other way, so his back was to him.

Latvia rested a gentle hand on the powerful weapon and shivered. Wrapping a hand gently around it and slowly, sliding it off the desk, worried the sound of it's sliding may have woken Russia, he looked at the other. Just in time to hear Lithuania coming his direction. He trembled and left the gun, hurrying under the desk so he wouldn't be caught as Lithuania entered the room.

"Russia, you've got someone here to see you." Lithuania said in a polite tone, biting back any harsh comments that could spell trouble for himself or his brothers, spotting a tiny bit of Latvia's coat, but saying nothing as Russia woke up slowly and looked at Lithuania.
"Who?" Russia asked getting up slowly, and stretching, resembling a lion in the way that his muscles rippled in the stretch before he grabbed his standard jacket from the hanger beside him.
"Germany…" Lithuania responded softly, the display reminding him of why no one messed with the large man as he stepped past, glaring at the desk for a second after Russia had passed him, before turning to lead the way as expected of him. There would be time for curt words with the boy later. Closing the door firmly behind him.

Latvia trembled and got out from under the desk after several minutes, and looked back down at the gun, knowing he should leave. Go out of the room and leave the weapon behind. However, it seemed lonely, abandoned from Latvia's sudden departure of it to hide under the desk. The snow from the window, that had melted. Causing streams of water down the glass, that seemed to make the gun cry.

Latvia could not stand the gun's shadowy tears. Reaching down to pick up the gentle weapon, giving it a soft kiss on the muzzle. Trembling sharply as his hand wrapped around the delicate frame of the handle, the wooden grooves seeming more exceptional then the last time he had done this. Forced by Germany once before, but now, unable to get the sensations out of his mind. The sweet metal seemed to seduce him as he licked it and gave it soft kisses, turning from cold and dangerous, to warm and loving.

His pointing finger slid slowly to the trigger of the gun as Latvia kissed the handle, tasting the polish and snowy oak from the wood. The gun smelled of snow and loving cold, which seemed to invite him into more danger. He trembled as he slid the gun deftly around his lips, trembling violently as his mind pictured Russia in front of him, holding the gun for him as he licked his now cold lips and opened his mouth a little wider, his teeth clicking slightly against the gun as he engulfed the steel with his mouth, his tongue wrapping around the metal and into the grooves as if it was the most delicious meal he'd ever eaten.

His finger trembled dangerously over the trigger, but did not pull. His thumb switching off the safety latch, making him tremble with the sheer danger of his act. He could feel a warmth pooling deep in his groin and an discomfort in his pants as he slipped his tongue into the muzzle of the gun itself, tasting the essence of the gunpowder there, and cringing at the acidic, yet beautiful leaded taste. The weapon in his mouth seemed to plead for more as his body did, the cold metal no longer cold at all, but smooth, warm and inviting. He held the gun in position with his teeth as he slipped off his uniform jacket, removed his tie and unbuttoned the shirt underneath, the fabric caressing him as he removed his pants and boxers as well, releasing the now wet and warm gun from his mouth to run it down his chest.

He trembled more as he felt his own hand gently slide up his chest and stroke gently at the sensitive area near his ribs, moving up to pinch delicately at a nipple, causing his hips to give the tiniest jerk as the gun traced a smooth path along his member at the same time, the actions causing him to moan softly and sweetly, the sound filling with a need, a desire that needed to be tamed. He closed his eyes and tossed his head back as he slid the gun back up to his neck, his hand taking the gun's place at his member, softly stroking the base and balls before gently winding a path up as his mouth closed around the gun again.

It was a careless act, a deadly one. A dangerous sin to do what he was doing now, he knew it. He loved it, and he craved it. He trembled and moaned again, in earnest, picturing Russia standing in front of him, ordering him to continue. His body shivered with a spark of pleasure and fear striking up his spine. He looked the hallucination in the eyes before closing them again, his jaw tilted at an angle that would have been delicious to anyone, and he could have sworn he heard heavy footsteps coming towards him and biting him on the neck softly, phantom hands reaching to his ribs and torso making him tremble as the gun in his mouth seemed to vibrate with every moan his throat uttered.

Every tremble was like a request for more, and soon he had removed the gun from his mouth, trembling and feeling his knees give-way from under him, forcing him to his knees. It hurt, but it was worth it he decided, as he slipped his other hand towards his mouth, taking the slender digit into his mouth and coating it with saliva, causing tiny shocks of pleasure everyone he brushed the rough back part of his tongue against the sensitive end of the finger. Lowering it deftly to his entrance when it was thoroughly coated and pushing it inside carefully. He winced a little as the finger went as deep as it could into his body, feeling it wasn't enough though as he quickly slipped a second, entirely unprepared finger inside with a bit of a pained groan. His pain turned to pleasure quickly however, as he felt the gun skim across the slit of his member, where beads of pre-cum were swelling. Causing him to whimper lustily as he could have sworn the phantom hands returned, he shuddered as he felt a phantom tongue graze his jaw and give it soft kisses, but he felt as though it couldn't have been real.

It couldn't have been Russia's gloved, but firm hands making him arch a little as they pinched and slid down the sensitive parts of his body. Or the tongue that tasted of perpetual vodka and ice as his wintry cold breath graced his skin, making him tremble a little. He whined softly as he gave a low moan of pain and pleasure that mixed in an almost perfect blend as he slipped a third finger into himself, feeling his entrance stretch to accommodate the third digit as he thrust them at first gently, but proceeding to become harder, looking for the spot he would not be able to hit on his own. When he felt certain that he was stretch enough, he slid the gun away from his member, moaning at the warm metal's entry into himself. The metal had gotten cooler from being outside his mouth, but had only cooled where his body had not been touching.

His felt his hips lower desperately into the gun, his finger still strong on the trigger, making him worry that it may be dangerous. At the same time, he could not resist the temptation and the desire to press the gun deeper into himself, his finger slipping a little on the delicate metal. The weapon stuck a little as it entered without lubricant, and he could have sworn that Russia was there, giving him harsh nips on the neck. Ordering him to go through with it, to take the gun like the nation he was supposed to be. The thoughts made him tremble more, and there was a slight click as the trigger was tapped by his finger, but not quite pulled. He moaned sharply and arched his back into an icy clothed chest as the gun began to hit his prostate with every thrust he did. Trembling as the delicious metal inside him warmed thanks to the heat that continued to pool there, pooling until finally it had reached a boiling point. He felt as though the inside of him had become a boiling pot, and the gun was part of a molten lava essence within him as he felt the lava's stream go out of him with a sharp bucking of his hips. The gun being pulled out just before a sharp -bang- sounded. Russia's hand had carefully maneuvered the gun to face the floor before Latvia could accidentally shoot himself.

Russia licked his lips in a predatory manner as Latvia registered with shock what had just happened, and turned to the apparently not hallucination.
"R-Russia…I" Latvia couldn't say anything as two un-gloved fingers where placed firmly on Latvia's tongue to silence him, Latvia sucking on them obediently, as Russia lowered his lips to Latvia's ears.
"I think you deserve a punishment da? For doing this without telling me." He whispered softly, his lips turning into a cruel smirk.


(( and that, will be another chapter.))