Black mailed and fucked. Soviet x America

Chapter five

Two hours later

America walked down the dark and silent corridors of his base, the case clutched tightly in his hand.

He made his way over to the room where he had left Soviet and Ukraine. He stopped outside the heavy metal door, staring at it with a smirk.

He punched a code into the keypad and the door slid open.

America quietly entered the room, the door sliding shut behind him.

The room was still and silent, the only sound being the quiet breathing of the two asleep brothers.

America walked over to where Soviet was sleeping, carefully not to wake him up. He crouched down beside him, watching him quietly as he slept.

He reaches out with his gloved hand, his hand slowly running through Soviets brown and white hair... "my precious princess...~"

Soviet shifted slightly at the touch, mumbling something in his sleep, but didn't wake up.

America chuckled at the sound. "Shhh~" he whispered, still running his fingers through Soviet's hair. "Keep sleeping my little darling~"

America continued to gently brush his fingers through Soviet's hair, admiring the sight before him.

He felt a possessive desire well up in his chest, he wanted to see Soviet wearing that collar already... he wanted to hear him beg and whine for him. He wanted to break him...make him his.

He wanted... to fuck him~

A devilish grin spread across America's lips as his thoughts started to wander.

He leaned down, his face centimeters away from Soviet's.

"Such a pretty little boy~" he whispered, his fingers still running through his hair. "I can't wait to have you begging and panting under me with your ass filled with my dick~..."

He let his fingers trail down Soviet's cheek, feeling his smooth skin under the leather of his glove.

He pulled his hand back, his gaze flickering over to Ukraine, who was still asleep in the bed next to Soviet.

America sneered slightly, irritation growing in his chest. He couldn't stand that brat, always being in the way..

But if he wanted Soviet to cooperate without fighting back he had to keep that bitch boy alive.

America sighed in annoyance, his gaze flickering back down at Soviet.

He would have to keep Ukraine alive for the time being... but the moment he became dead weight, he was getting rid of him.

America looked back down at the man in front of him, his possession.

"Soon, my darling~" he whispered again, his gloved fingers tracing along Soviet's jawline. "You'll be all mine~"

He continued to gently stroke Soviet's face and hair, watching him sleep.

His mind was occupied with different thoughts and plans, all revolving around the slumbering man lying in front of him.

"Such a pretty face, such a pretty body... all mine to play with," he whispered aloud, his hand lingering on his cheek.

America picked up the chip from the nightstand, clutching it tightly in his gloved hand.

He looked down at Soviet again, a smile crossing his face as a wicked idea popped into his head.

"Maybe I should make some... improvements~" he chuckled, holding the chip.