All the wrong reasons 3/4
anonymous
February 21 2010, 22:43:45 UTC
“Hush Germany,” Russia says. “Your voice begins to bore me, if I get bored I might cause some serious damage to your boyfriend...”
Russia rips his fingers from Italy's mouth and gets hold of his hair hair instead, twisting his curl to make him scream in pain. Russia has noticed before what a sensitive zone it is but never showed any interest in it until now.
Italy is once more forced on Germany, this time Russia presses him down over Germany's lap to give both Russia and Germany a good view of his ass. Italy manages to not scream out as he feels another hand linger over his opening. He feels soft leather instead of flesh, the hand he sucked on begins to toy with his hair more playfully, making his breathing speed up against his will. When a completely dry and gloved finger enters him he does cry out.
“I am not feeling merciful today,” Russia says and adds another finger.
Italy incoherently tries to beg for it to please stop, to please at least use the other hand he thought he was preparing, to just be a little more careful, he promises to be good if he does. Russia's caresses of his hair turns softer and more seductive as his assault on Italy's backside becomes even more brutal. Italy squirms and can't stop his tears from flowing, it hurts so much and the pain mixes with the pleasure into something unendurable. To his further horror he begins to realize that his wriggling is making Germany hard against his will and Germany is almost crying too.
“Please, I do anything,” Italy begs.
“You say that so often that it has lost all meaning... Perhaps this is the only thing I want.”
Russia abruptly stops and to Italy's horror he almost doesn't want it to. Italy isn't even tied up like Germany, yet he doesn't dare to move from his position. Russia has proven how much stronger he is and he has often spoken of how he looks forward to hurt Germany. It is better if Russia continues to hurt him, Italy thinks, because Italy is the useless part of the axis, perhaps he can at least be good for taking Russia's wrath instead of Germany.
When he sees why Russia stopped he regrets not trying to run anyway. Russia has picked up that water pipe he claimed on that fated visit to Germany that started this entire madness. Russia looks lovingly on the pipe, giving Germany a good look at it too.
“This might be the only useful thing I gained from our so called alliance. It has so many uses. I never tried this before but I think it will be great.”
The cold steel runs over Italy's body and stops just between is legs, as Italy knew but didn't dare to believe Russia actually would do. Then Italy does tries to escape, only to be pushed back and held down by Russia's other hand.
“This could hurt, or really fucking hurt,” Russia cheerfully says. “If you hadn't tried to run there I might even have prepared you a little further.... But it's time to this going, don't you think?”
“Please, please, don't,” Italy chokes to no avail as the steel begins to move into him.
Re: All the wrong reasons 3/4
anonymous
February 24 2010, 22:14:47 UTC
Woah, I've waited so long for this update and it came, such an nice fic, also dark, I liked this chapter a lot, but please update next one faster! :) :) :)
Russia rips his fingers from Italy's mouth and gets hold of his hair hair instead, twisting his curl to make him scream in pain. Russia has noticed before what a sensitive zone it is but never showed any interest in it until now.
Italy is once more forced on Germany, this time Russia presses him down over Germany's lap to give both Russia and Germany a good view of his ass. Italy manages to not scream out as he feels another hand linger over his opening. He feels soft leather instead of flesh, the hand he sucked on begins to toy with his hair more playfully, making his breathing speed up against his will. When a completely dry and gloved finger enters him he does cry out.
“I am not feeling merciful today,” Russia says and adds another finger.
Italy incoherently tries to beg for it to please stop, to please at least use the other hand he thought he was preparing, to just be a little more careful, he promises to be good if he does. Russia's caresses of his hair turns softer and more seductive as his assault on Italy's backside becomes even more brutal. Italy squirms and can't stop his tears from flowing, it hurts so much and the pain mixes with the pleasure into something unendurable. To his further horror he begins to realize that his wriggling is making Germany hard against his will and Germany is almost crying too.
“Please, I do anything,” Italy begs.
“You say that so often that it has lost all meaning... Perhaps this is the only thing I want.”
Russia abruptly stops and to Italy's horror he almost doesn't want it to. Italy isn't even tied up like Germany, yet he doesn't dare to move from his position. Russia has proven how much stronger he is and he has often spoken of how he looks forward to hurt Germany. It is better if Russia continues to hurt him, Italy thinks, because Italy is the useless part of the axis, perhaps he can at least be good for taking Russia's wrath instead of Germany.
When he sees why Russia stopped he regrets not trying to run anyway. Russia has picked up that water pipe he claimed on that fated visit to Germany that started this entire madness. Russia looks lovingly on the pipe, giving Germany a good look at it too.
“This might be the only useful thing I gained from our so called alliance. It has so many uses. I never tried this before but I think it will be great.”
The cold steel runs over Italy's body and stops just between is legs, as Italy knew but didn't dare to believe Russia actually would do. Then Italy does tries to escape, only to be pushed back and held down by Russia's other hand.
“This could hurt, or really fucking hurt,” Russia cheerfully says. “If you hadn't tried to run there I might even have prepared you a little further.... But it's time to this going, don't you think?”
“Please, please, don't,” Italy chokes to no avail as the steel begins to move into him.
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