Harassing Italy, PrussiaXGermanyXItaly

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Germany sat on his favorite chair, a book in hand. He readjusted his glasses before turning to his bookmark. However, only a paragraph in, a loud thud from upstairs drew his attention away.
He managed to ignore it until he heard something shatter, succeeding to destroy the last of the German's patience.

"Gott verdammt es...." he silently cursed, closing his book and setting his glasses on the nearest table.
Fuming with anger, he stalked up the stairs, ready to torture someone for disturbing him, and wasn't the least bit surprised when the noise led him outside Prussia's bedroom door.
Germany sighed and opened the door, already imagining the perfect punishment so vividly, he could almost feel how satisfying it would be ripping out that stupid, white hair. As he barged into the room, he stopped at the sight before him.
"Ha! I finally gotcha!" Prussia proclaimed triumphantly from his bed, sitting on top of Italy's back. Before Italy could escape, Prussia tugged on the curl.
The Italian moaned and his face quickly became flushed. "P-Prussia...." he moaned when said nation began to rub the captive's hair.
"Yes Italy?" Prussia replied with a smirk, pulling hard on the curl.
"Nngggh...." Italy reflexively leaned his head into the hand, his mouth beginning to salivate.
Germany's eyes widened at the display, his skin quickly heating up.
"Hmm? What was that? Was that a call for West?" Prussia taunted.
Suddenly remembering the German, Italy panted out "G-Ger-ma-ny..... Help..."
Hearing his name gasped by Italy wasn't a new thing for the German, but knowing the pleasure was coming from brother made him indescribably furious. He found his articles of clothing suddenly too warm at the sight of his writhing Italian under the oh-so-cocky Prussian.
"Prussia! Get off of Italy this instant!" Germany ordered, trying to clear his head of.... unholy thoughts that would delay his mission.
Prussia turned to face Germany but kept his hold on Italy's curl. "Ah, West. Just in time for the fun." He greeted.
"Get off him!"
"Let's see.... Nah." Prussia stuck his tongue out.
"Get.. Off.. Him... Now!" Germany ordered once again.
"Oh, I see. You want to be the one on top of him, huh?" Prussia answered with a lustful grin, still resting on top of the Italian in question.
Germany's face turned a bright red. "N-N-No!"
Prussia smirked and tugged on the curl again. "G-Germany...." Italy panted out.
"Come on, West. He needs you desperately."
When Germany hesitated, not protesting yet, Prussia pulled out handcuffs from his pocket and showed them off to his bondage loving brother. "How do you think Italy will look with this lovely piece of jewelry on?"
Before Germany could respond, Prussia roughly grabbed Italy's hands and forced them into the cuffs behind his back, flipping him so his hands were pinned beneath him. "Come on West." Prussia prompted again.
Germany still stayed in the doorway, a battle raging between his sense and his desire.
"Please.... Germa-.." Italy's moan was cut short by the silver duct tape that Prussia had grabbed from his bedside table.
"Woopsie, were you saying something?" Prussia taunted, knowing the affect Germany would have by seeing his lover all tied and gagged.
Whatever fight Germany's sense had managed to that point was instantly lost. He took a hesitant step forward. Prussia moved to the side to allow Germany room.
The German took the next steps slowly until he was at the edge of the bed, still unsure.
"On your knees in front of him." Prussia ordered.
Germany obeyed, kneeling between Italy's legs, but stiffened when he felt nibbling on his ear and a nimble finger run down his spine through his shirt. "B-Bruder?" he gasped.
"Ignore what I do, I'll take care of you. You just need to focus on Italy." Prussia purred, resuming his nibbling.
Germany shuddered but nodded, waiting for orders. "Now, I want to hear some noise. Mark Italy as yours."
Germany got the hint and grabbed the Italian's hair to roughly pull his head away, exposing unmarred, caramel skin. He lightly kissed the skin before grazing his teeth over the pulse line. A soft moan was heard through the tape as Italy closed his eyes in pleasure.
A warm, slick muscle run up Germany's neck and a cool hand went under his shirt to splay across his stomach, almost distracting him.
Instead, he lightly shivered and turned more attention into possessing Italy, sinking his teeth into the patch that was receiving the teasing. He licked the skin before slightly digging his teeth further in and lightly sucking. Italy rolled his head into the hand and started to squirm beneath the weight of the German, the tape doing little to conceal his moans.
When Germany pulled away to examine his handy work, his neck received a kiss of its own before his hair was roughly tugged back.
Prussia tugged hard on the captive blond hair, tilting Germany's head back far enough to bite his lips.

The German gasped and Prussia gave the German a kiss that forced dominance and submission, nothing less from the awesome nation. Germany moaned and tried to fight back but, within seconds, found that Prussia was in complete control.
Germany's lungs soon screamed for breath but the hand in his hair prevented any such escape. He struggled against the hand that kept him firmly in place and accidentally moved roughly against the neglected Italian's groin, who moaned in surprise, half grinding down to get more contact.
Germany wished to show his Italian pleasure and slowly rocked against the moving hips. As he started to black out from the lack of air, release was given, sending his head reeling as he panted.
Prussia tugged the hair at an angle to expose the pale, unmarred flesh. He nibbled on the protruding Adam's Apple before settling on settling on biting the place where shoulder meets neck, sucking hard when he tasted blood.. The hand that was on the warm stomach slowly moved downward and he stopped the mistreatment of the neck to whisper "Start undressing him." and swiped his tongue over the bleeding mark.
Germany nodded and stopped his rhythm against Italy to reach down to the black shirt. He had just begun with the first button on the dark material when the travelling hand grabbed his shaft. "Br... Bruder..." he panted out when Prussia's thumb rubbed the tip of his forming erection.
"Undress Italy" was the growled command.
Unsteady hands went back to the buttons, shakily undoing each as the hand on the owner's shaft roughly but slowly moved up and down it. It was all Germany could do to keep from bucking into the hand.
Well, all he could do until the pace slightly quickened.
On the very bottom button, Prussia gave an unseen smirk to Germany and suddenly sped up. "Mein gott!" Germany moaned in surprise, bucking a few times into the hand and losing his grip on the half-done button.
His head bent down to Italy's chest, forehead connecting with the somewhat exposed skin, as he bit his own lip to stifle the moans of pleasure that begged to come out.
The sudden increase of weight had Italy writhing to adjust, adding more to Germany's "problem".
Germany tried to put more of his weight on one arm while his other hand reached down to reluctantly bat the distraction away from his shaft. The Prussian's hand that was not teasing him grabbed the German's wandering hand and roughly pulled it behind Germany. "Not so fast, Bruder," Prussia purred. "I think you need some punishment."
The member, dripping with precum, was rubbed slower but roughly, causing Germany to moan loudly. "W-What do you mean?"
"You disobeyed my direct orders. You need to be punished."

Italy's eyes widened in slight fear at the crazed look of hunger in Prussia's eyes that were directed to the German in question. The arm that was supporting Germany over Italy was pulled behind the German to join the other, causing a sudden and painful increase of weight on the Italian.
With both arms firmly in one hand, Prussia reached to grab the abandoned tape. Italy lay there helplessly as Germany, of all people, was bound. Suddenly the German was pushed to the side and Prussia straddled Italy.
"Get off of Italy!!" Germany ordered, angered by the presence looming over his lover.
"Hey Italy, I have a plan. Wanna hear how awesome it is?" Prussia asked, ignoring the angry protests coming from the German.
Italy hesitantly nodded his head, slightly frightened by the menacing smirk on Prussia's lips. Prussia leaned down to Italy's ear, whispering quietly and beyond Germany's ability to hear. Germany became silent as he curiously watched the mischievous glint grow in Italy's eyes.
Prussia leaned back and gave a knowing smirk at the reaction, knowing Italy would succumb after being teased for so long. He needed attention- attention that Prussia was willing to give. "So I take it you're on my side?"
Italy nodded his head in approval.
"What are you two planning?" Germany asked warily.

Two sets of eyes, lustful red and smiling chocolate, turned to look at him before looking back at each other in agreement. "I guess I need to get rid of this." Prussia debated, reaching to the corner of the tape on Italy's mouth.
"What are you planning?!"
The tape was removed and Italy smiled towards Germany. "What is going on, Italy?"
"Oh, nothing much, Germany."
Prussia turned Italy over, slightly frowning at the cuffs. "I guess I also have to take these off....."
"Don't worry, Prussia. I will let you put them back on if you want to later." Italy promised.
"Alright then, I will keep you to your word." A quiet "click" informed Italy of his freedom and Prussia climbed off of him. Italy rubbed his wrists before smiling seductively at Germany.
"What are you going to do?!" Germany demanded, tired of being ignored.
"Prussia says you need to be punished."
"This is ridiculous!"
"I think you are a bit noisy West, ja? I should fix that." Prussia twirled the roll of tape around his finger.

"NO, YOU DO NOT NEED TO FIX ANYTHING!" Germany protested.
"I think you should." Italy replied to Prussia.
"Italy?!"
"Alright, if Italy insists."
"Don't you even da-!" Germany's rant was cut short as the silver tape covered his mouth.
Prussia smirked down at the German. "Ah, silence. Alright Italy, you know the orders." Prussia scooted to the side and beckoned Italy closer. "He's all yours."
Italy happily crawled over to Germany before straddling him. He leaned down to the blond nation's ear and nipped the lobe playfully. He lightly blew against the ear as his mouth started to ghost down the German's jawline.

Light, almost non-existent, kisses were applied to the bound nation's neck teasingly. Nimble, talented fingers trailed downward to rub Germany's inner thighs softly.

Germany's breath hitched as he tried to contain his groan of impatience. "Kesesesese~! I should have put you like this in the first place!" Prussia crackled, poking the side of Germany's face just to annoy him that much more.

Germany growled at the annoying Prussian before he noticed cool air hitting his legs and the slowly sliding cloth that restrained him. Germany tried to help the Italian out by lifting his hips slightly. Italy smiled sweetly at him and complied, removing the material completely.
The smallest nation leaned down to lightly nip Germany's inner thighs, drawing a muffled gasp of pleasure from the German's lips, who ignored the not so suppressed chuckles from a certain Prussian.
After a few more teasing nips, Italy gave a hot, wet lick to the tip of Germany's straining member.
Continuing to ignore his brother, Germany looked down to Italy with what both Prussia and Italy knew was the closest to a plead they would ever get. "You can reward him." Prussia ordered.
Italy smiled up at the German and greedily licked the underlying vein before taking Germany into his mouth completely.
Italy's hands firmly held down Germany's hips as he took more of him in. Prussia, feeling slightly ignored with the lack of attention towards himself, decided to remind them of his presence. He grabbed a hidden bottle of lube from near the bed and applied a generous amount to his fingers before squeezing the Italian's ass.
The smaller nation gasped in surprise, but continued attending to Germany. Prussia smirked down and pressed two fingers into the tight entrance of the Italian.

Italy moaned in pleasure as the fingers reached deeper into him, the sound of his moans leaving Germany writhing in pleasure beneath him.
Prussia smirked and added one more finger, stretching as much as his patience allowed, before removing them. Italy whined slightly at the loss. "Italy, I think you might find something more filling if you stop sucking on it." Prussia hinted.
The filling item was released with a small "pop" and Italy smiled up at Germany before straddling him. He aligned his entrance with the German's arousal before penetrating himself with it.

Germany moaned deliciously as the tight cavern surrounded his member and tried his hardest to buck into the smaller man.

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