Black mailed and fucked. Soviet x America

Chapter six

The guard returned with Soviet and Ukraine in tow, both of the brothers still looking tired and groggy from the previous night.

America watched them enter the room, his gaze fixed on Soviet.

He took in the sight of Soviet's disheveled hair and messy clothes, his mouth practically watering. He looked adorable... so perfect...

He raised his coffee cup back up and took a slow sip, watching the two brothers intently.

Soviet's eyes were half-lidded with fatigue. He looked around the room, taking in his surroundings.

His vision slowly focused on America, who was sitting at his desk.

His eyes narrowed slightly as their gazes met.

America's smile widened as their eyes met, a shiver of excitement running down his back as he saw the irritation in Soviet's expression.

He put down his coffee cup and leaned forward in his chair, resting his chin on his hands. He stared at Soviet, his gaze almost predatory under his sunglasses...

"Good morning, dears~" he drawled out, his voice sickly sweet. "Did you two have a pleasant night's sleep?"

Soviet glowered at him, his fists clenched.

"Don't pretend you care." he growled out, his voice raspy and deep.

Ukraine stood beside him, looking less hostile but still on edge. He shifted slightly, looking between America and his brother nervously.

America chuckled, enjoying the coldness in Soviet's tone.

He knew that there was hatred in his heart for him, and it only made his possessive desire stronger...

"Oh, I do care, darling..." he said sweetly, his gloved fingers tapping against the desk. "I care about you a lot..."

Soviet's eye twitched in annoyance, his muscles tensing even more.

He hated how America acted, all sugary sweet like an innocent puppy. He knew it was all an act, a facade to lure him in.

"Cut the bullshit, you bastard." he snapped, glaring at America with burning eyes.

America's eye twitched slightly annoyed... this fucking brat... he turns his head to Third and made a signal with his hand giving a slight nod.

Third's eyes flicked from America to Soviet.

He knew what the gesture meant, and smirked slightly.

He stepped forward, and grabbed Ukraine by the shoulder, pulling him away from Soviet.

Ukraine let out a gasp of surprise as he was suddenly pulled away from his brother.

He stumbled slightly, looking back at Soviet with a mix of fear and confusion. 

Soviet's eyes widened at the sight, his protective instincts kicking in.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?!" he snapped out, his body tensing as if to attack.

America chuckled and shook his head, still seated at his desk.

"No attacking, my love~" he said, his words laced with false sweetness. "Just sit pretty and be a good boy."

America made another quick gesture to Third, signaling for him to hold onto Ukraine.

Third understood the signal and firmly held onto Ukraine, keeping him away from Soviet.

America continued to watch the scene unfold, his eyes practically glued to Soviet.

"You'd do good to listen to me, darling~" America said, his voice holding a dark undertone. "I wouldn't want anything happening to your little brother..."