Russia only blinked at him, a question resting in his gaze.
America turned back and found Tony’s basement in its full glory before him. His deep love of technology and useless gadgets temporarily overcoming his lust, he took Russia’s hand in his own and pulled him down the stairs.
“Tony never lets me down here.” America explained when they reached the bottom of the stairs. “He’s always afraid of me touching his stuff.”
“Then maybe we should leave?” Russia’s voice was till low and deep, the lustful huskiness lingering.
“I just want to look at something.” America walked up to a table and picked up a gadget that looked suspiciously like a gun.
“You are touching it.” Russia squeezed his hand and reminded him of their time constraints. “We only have two hours.”
“I know, I know~… I want to look at this.” America turned around and presented the gadget to Russia. “I wonder what this is.”
Russia sighed and reached for the gun. “What are you doing?”
America pulled away, frowning. “Nothing!”
“Just put it down.”
“I’m never allowed down here! Just five more minutes?”
“America…” The husky voice was gone, and replaced with Russia’s patented ‘If-you-don’t-stop-irritating-me-bad-things-are-going-to-happen’ voice. “Put it down.”
“Aren’t you curious about it too?”
“No.”
“Oh come on!” America’s eyes were pleading. “Don’t you want to know what it does?”
“No.” Russia’s violet eyes grew sharp and gleamed in the fluorescent lights. “I want to take you upstairs and have my way with you.”
“I just want to experiment with it.”
“First you wanted to look. Then you wanted to touch. Now you want to experiment?”
Better Living With Alien Ray Guns (1b/??)
America turned back and found Tony’s basement in its full glory before him. His deep love of technology and useless gadgets temporarily overcoming his lust, he took Russia’s hand in his own and pulled him down the stairs.
“Tony never lets me down here.” America explained when they reached the bottom of the stairs. “He’s always afraid of me touching his stuff.”
“Then maybe we should leave?” Russia’s voice was till low and deep, the lustful huskiness lingering.
“I just want to look at something.” America walked up to a table and picked up a gadget that looked suspiciously like a gun.
“You are touching it.” Russia squeezed his hand and reminded him of their time constraints. “We only have two hours.”
“I know, I know~… I want to look at this.” America turned around and presented the gadget to Russia. “I wonder what this is.”
Russia sighed and reached for the gun. “What are you doing?”
America pulled away, frowning. “Nothing!”
“Just put it down.”
“I’m never allowed down here! Just five more minutes?”
“America…” The husky voice was gone, and replaced with Russia’s patented ‘If-you-don’t-stop-irritating-me-bad-things-are-going-to-happen’ voice. “Put it down.”
“Aren’t you curious about it too?”
“No.”
“Oh come on!” America’s eyes were pleading. “Don’t you want to know what it does?”
“No.” Russia’s violet eyes grew sharp and gleamed in the fluorescent lights. “I want to take you upstairs and have my way with you.”
“I just want to experiment with it.”
“First you wanted to look. Then you wanted to touch. Now you want to experiment?”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“We have two hours.”
“That’s plenty of time!”
“Not for what I want to do with you.”