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Hot as a Smoking Gun	By : Salmon Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1715 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hot as A Smoking Gun
To say he`d never noticed her would be a lie. Switzerland always evaluated potential threats carefully. And anyone with half a brain would classify Belarus as a threat. To say he`d never noticed her as a Nation would also not be entirely true. They had diplomatic offices in each other's capitals, after all. What was true, however, is that he had never stopped to consider her as a woman. It had been the Al Mar Shiva. Her threatening Latvia was business as usual. The Al Mar Shiva she pulled out, however, was new. He`d been looking at that model himself. He wouldn`t have gone out of his way to approach her, but as chance would have it, they met alone on the elevator exiting the conference.
He contemplated the possible responses, and released the safety on his gun before turning to her. "I couldn`t help but notice your knife earlier."
Belarus only spared him a cold, disinterested glance. "I am certain Latvia noticed it more."
Though morbid, he couldn`t help but appreciate the humor in her response. "A point." He returned, and waited.
Belarus didn`t disappoint him, her lips twitched, and she glanced at him in both suspicion and interest. "A sharp one." She responded. Whether she meant the knife or him was open to interpretation.
"It`s a fixed blade Al Mar Shiva, isn`t it?"
Belarus nodded warily. "It is. Why?"
"I read that it's the first fixed blade with laminated VG-10 stainless steel. How does it handle?"
The knife was suddenly in her hand, and Switzerland moved swiftly into a guarded position - gun raised and pointed at the other nation`s coolly detached face. The elevator gave a ping, doors parting. Spain and Southern Italy stared at the scene in front of them.
"Um..Switzerland, Belarus, what are you-" Spain began, but Southern Italy quickly cut him off.
"We`ll take the next elevator. Kill each other on your own time, bastards!"
The doors gave another ping and slid shut. Neither Switzerland or Belarus gave any acknowledgement to the interruption. Then Belarus brought her other hand up - back facing out - and moved the knife to it. She drew the shallowest of slices down the back - a thin line of red left in her wake.
Switzerland`s eyes widened and could only watch, enraptured, as she brought the hand to her mouth. Her tongue slid across her skin, lapping up the blood, her eyes glittered darkly as she met his. "I find it most efficient." She murmured.
Switzerland lowered the gun slowly, barely holding off the urge to focus on her mouth when her tongue wet her lips. Wet and warm and no doubt still tasting of blood. A taste he wanted to share, badly. But Belarus was still a threat, and still had the knife in her hand, and he kept his gaze steady, gun lowered but still set to shoot.
"Perhaps you`d like to test it yourself sometime." The words hung between them until the elevator gave another ping. Suddenly the knife disappeared and when the doors opened, Belarus exited - steps graceful but purposeful, no hint of the moment they`d just shared. Then she paused, turning partway back to him. "Let me know."
Switzerland exited the elevator, letting it slide shut behind him. Bringing up his gun, he turned the safety back on, watching her until she'd disappeared from sight.
To say she planned it would be a untrue. But at the same time wouldn't exactly be a lie. It wasn`t as if she had never realized Switzerland was attractive before that encounter, simply that the piece of information was unimportant. Handsome nation; very nice weapons; strictly political ties. But his interest in her Al Mar Shiva knife. The look in his eyes when she`d made that shallow slice. No fear; no revulsion. Only interest. Perhaps even a little bit of lust.
Suddenly she needed to know more. So maybe she had planned to catch his attention the next meeting. Which was why it was so unfair that he brought the Sig Sauer P226 Elite Dark. Because she had plans, but she didn`t get to try a single one. All meeting, all she could do was look at that pistol. And the way he ran his hands over it. Like a lover would. Caress; stroke; repeat. And the way he circled and nudged the bolts. Her nipples were hard from just watching.
Her attempts to turn her attention from the distraction he was quickly becoming failed for multiple reasons. Her sister took the meetings too seriously to talk during. Most of the other nations were either scared of her, or completely uninteresting. And her beloved Russia was nowhere to be found during the breaks. Frustrated in multiple ways, she threw planning to the wind, and instead let her knife breach the subject with the stoic nation.
Switzerland froze when he felt the knife in his back, but not even a single quiver betrayed the slightest hint of fear. "Take the doorway to your left."
"Most Nations would start with, 'Do you have a moment?'." He quipped, tone perfectly even.
"If you like." Belarus pressed the knife point closer. "Do you have a moment, Switzerland?"
"That depends, is this a private conversation?"
The knife moved slowly upward, indenting, but not slicing, the material of his jacket. "A very private conversation." The words were a low promise.
"I was hoping you'd say that."
Suddenly he rolled forward, away from her knife point. With a hiss of displeasure, Belarus began to follow, but found herself looking down the very pistol that had distracted her all day. Switzerland faced her over the barrel of the gun, and she slowly lowered the knife, a displeased scowl darkening her features. Both his expression and tone were even when he opened the door she'd indicated. "Ladies first."
Turning her nose up, she entered the room, and Switzerland slowly followed. The room itself was merely a break room. Couches and chairs surrounded low tables, but though the room was obviously cleaned it was also obviously unused. The curtains were drawn, and there were no cups on the tables. She'd found it while searching for Russia during the break, but only luck could be contributed for Switzerland taking the hallway on his way out of the building when the meeting adjourned for the day.
Her thoughts were disrupted when a hand brushed her hair from the side of her neck and face. She felt her heart speed up at the simple gesture. Ignoring it, she glanced to the side, but the other nation remained frustratingly out of sight. "Is the safety on that gun?"
"I'd have to be a fool to leave the safety on when facing you."
"And are you a fool?"
"Not fool enough to fire a shot to prove myself. Especially since that might bring someone to interrupt our...private conversation."
"Good." She couldn't keep the pleased tone from her voice. "Though it would be better if you locked the door." The click that followed was like music to her ears. But the warmth of the body that pressed against hers from behind was even better.
"You seem to be quite focused on my pistol." One arm wrapped around her, laying the weapon against her throat.
"It is a bit distracting."
"A good distraction?" The gun trailed downward along her neck and collarbone, despite the clothes in the way.
"A most pleasant distraction." Came the reply.
The gun continued its path; traced the curve of her breast, settling below it and pressing upwards. It nudged along the lower curve, moving one breast - lightly at first, but firmer as she leaned back against him, letting out a low moan. Lips moved over the curve of her ear as the gun continued it's prodding. "You are a most pleasant distraction."
She turned her head, finding his own ear. "I want you to caress me as you do that pistol." She murmured. The edge of the muzzle flicked over her nipple and her breath caught in her throat. But her words seemed to have had the desired effect. He reached up to undo the bow around her neck, sliding it off and tossing it aside. The gun slid down again, pressing between her dress and cumberband until it was lodged safely. Leaving it there, he moved his hands to her wrists, unbuttoning the first one cuff, then the other, before sliding slowly up her sides to start on the buttons on the back of her dress.
Belarus let one hand move to the gun, sliding her fingers over the handle protruding from the cloth. Switzerland pressed his lips to the back of her neck and she gripped the handle of the gun more firmly, still not moving it. His lips continued downward as he continued to unbutton the dress, until the cumberband blocked the path. "Are you holding it?"
"And if I'm not?"
"I'd be disappointed."
Belarus smirked, tightening her grip, tracing the trigger but not placing her finger on it. "I'm holding it."
His breath puffed across her skin, sped up by her words, and he set to work on her ties. A moment later the cumberband and apron fluttered to the floor. Stepping over them, and out of Switzerland's hold, Belarus turned, holding up the gun and sighting down the barrel.
"The jacket. Take it off."
A small smile curved the corners of his mouth as he reached up to unbutton his jacket. She kept sighting down the gun, watching as he spread it open, revealing a sleeveless shirt underneath. She'd only had the barest of glimpse of pale skin stretched over lean muscle before the jacket was whipped off and thrown right at her. She dodged to the side, but a firm hand gripped over the wrist of the hand holding the gun, pulling her forward.
Switzerland's mouth crashed over hers as she fell into his chest, lips insistent and warm. The arm not in his grasp wrapped around his shoulders as his wound around her waist. She opened her mouth, nipping at his lower lip. "Are you always this slow?" She tormented.
Chuckling, he pulled her closer to him. "Wouldn't the couch be more comfortable?" He countered, before kissing her again. She could feel his hand working on the last of her buttons and she deepened the kiss briefly, tongues sliding together, before pulling back. He released his hold on her and she turned the gun over - offering him the handle. He took it, but followed her as she moved backward, sliding the dress off her shoulders and letting it follow the previous discarded clothing to the floor.
He clicked the safety back on as they worked on the rest of their clothing. "Spoil sport." Belarus teased as they sunk onto the cushions.
He silenced her with another kiss, hands stroking over skin now. Belarus returned in same, nails tracing over the outline of muscles, digging into soft skin when his lips trailed downward, taking a breast into the warmth of his mouth. "How wet are you?" He murmured.
"So quick?" She countered, but could only moan when his fingers ghosted over her groin, fingers sliding through her wet opening but pulling out almost immediately. Any words of reproach were cut off in a harsh gasp, body jolting, when something cold was slid between her legs, rubbing against her, coating it in her fluids. "What?"
"A sound suppressor." His lips settled below her ear. "Titanium." She shivered, but her hips bucked up into his. She could feet the heat of his erection against her hip. "Do you want it?"
"Do it, already." Her voice was harsh with desire.
He started slowly, pressing only a small piece in before pulling it out. Her body was more than ready, though, and it didn't take long before he was pumping it in and out of her. She bit her lip hard, trying to suppress the cries, but soon she couldn't hold back. Hips bucking with need as the metal tube slid in and out of her opening, body tightening tighter.
"Don't you want-" She gasped out.
"This..." His voice was practically a growl, lips and teeth grazing over her skin.
She let go, voice keening through release, hands digging into his arms. A few minutes passed as she caught her breath. His own was heated against her skin as he pulled the suppressor out, dropping it to the floor. Her body twitched, oversensitive to the sensation after release. Another minute passed before she could move to sit up, regaining control of her limbs. He backed up, and she knew he hadn't found release of his own yet. Her hand found the gun on the table, bringing it up to her lips as she gazed at him.
Her lips moved along the barrel first, only pressure against the hard gun. Then her tongue flicked out, tasting the metal, flicking over edges, teeth biting down on one ridge before she took the muzzle into her mouth. Her eyes never left his, and he groaned, pressing into the couch. She slid her mouth downward, taking in the barrel slowly, then drawing back up, teasing..
"Belarus!" He hissed.
Smirking she pulled the gun out, setting it back down, and moved toward him. "Do you want it?" She returned his earlier words.
He reached out a hand, thumb flickering over over lips. "Do it, already."
Apparently two could play such word games. She felt her lips curve into a smile, before she leaned down, and swallowed the head of his cock with her lips. Switzerland gave a shout, hands gripping the couch as she moved her head down, then back up. Her tongue flicked over the head, followed a vein down the underside. His groans prodded her to speed up. Pistoning her head up and down, fingers playing with the hair surrounding it, before curving around the base. Pumping up and down as her lips closed tighter, sucking. One fist thumped into the couch hard enough to make a loud bang as he came with a cry of his own.
Belarus swallowed down what she could, wiping the corner of her mouth as she moved to sit up. He caught her before she could, drawing her down to bury his face in her neck. As their breathing returned to normal, she heard a murmur from him she couldn't discern.
"Speak clearly if you're going to speak."
For a moment he was silent, and she thought he might not repeat the words. "Why? Why me? Just the gun?"
"It helped." She turned her head to look out across the room, eyes softened by desire and contemplation. "But also...you aren't him." He was silent, and she pulled back to gaze down at him. "And you?"
He trailed a finger through her long hair, his own face thoughtful. "You aren't either of them." He responded.
For a moment the silence was heavy, then she laid back down, cushioning her head on his chest this time. "What other guns do you have?"
When his arms wrapped around her, she knew it was understood between them that this wouldn't be a one time encounter. It excited and saddened her at the same time.
To Be Continued...

Annoying Author's Notes:
This is a de-anon from the Hetalia Kink Meme. Some of you may remember it from there.
The original request was for it to end in romance and white roses, so when I tackled this request, I decided to take it as a chance to do a weapon's kink in a different light. Most weaponplay and bloodplay I've found on the web is either NC, or very painful to the point of really hurting the partner. And, well, I wanted to write a look at weaponplay and bloodplay in a more realistic way. There will be bloodplay, there will be knifeplay, gunplay, and - as you may have already noticed - some interesting uses for bullets and weapon attachments. But it will be more like you saw in this chapter. As a use to titillate and excite.
I've read some stories where they use handguns to penetrate, and it always makes me wince. Most hand guns are not nice round guns. They're clunkish, have ridges and just...ouch. Sound Suppressors (otherwise known as Silencers) tend to be perfect cylinders. Most are made of metal, though there are ones being made of plastic. Titanium is used in joint replacements, and so would not pose a poisoning threat for being where it was. Haha.
This story is already completely written, so I will strive to post the rest in a timely fashion.
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