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Fic: Shooting Your Mouth Off
Title: Shooting Your Mouth Off
Author: Kei's Army
Fandom: HP; Blurred Lines RPG
Pairing: Pepper/Aubrey
Rating: Not for kiddies or the gunphobic.
Summary: Pepper, curious, is a dangerous thing.

"I like this bit."

"I might too if you'd shut up and let me hear it."

"You've picked apart every single movie I've shown you."

"This one might be better."

"Fine. Move your arm."

"Move your arm, please."

"Move your arm, please, it's digging into my back. That's better."

"...What is it with Muggles and guns, anyway?"

"They're, you know, phallic symbols. Makes them all manly and stuff. And violence and explosions are fun to watch."

"Hmm."

"What?"

"Do you have one, then?"

*

If Aubrey had been thinking he would have recognised the tone of Pepper's voice, the one that ought to have put him on alert and actually made him consider if "yes" was really the answer he wanted to be giving.

Aubrey had not been thinking.

Which, probably, was why he was now kneeling shirtless on his floor, hands cuffed behind his back and every muscle of his body tense as his partner examined the pistol that Aubrey kept in a shoebox in the top of his wardrobe, just in case. "Don't flick that switch--"

"This one?" Pepper asked mildly, clicking the safety off, on again, off. "Awfully small for a phallic symbol, isn't it?"

"I only have it because--"

"Don't care. Is it loaded?"

"No." That was a relief, at least. He never kept it loaded, and he highly doubted Pepper knew how. Pepper with a loaded gun would be-- "What are you doing?"

The magazine ejected from the bottom of the hand grip and Pepper made a pleased noise, studying the inside for a moment before deftly opening the small box of ammo and plucking out three bullets. "These go in here, I take it?" It was a rhetorical question apparently, because he didn't even wait for a reply before putting them in place and pushing the magazine back up until it clicked.

Aubrey decided it would be wisest not to tell him about pulling back the slide.

*

The barrel tasted sharply of metal and oil, cold and steel grey with the slightest hint of old gunpowder. That was more gritty, easily identifiable even though Aubrey had never actually eaten gunpowder before (saltpetre, charcoal, sulfur, something in his mind remembered) and he desperately tried to remember whether Pepper had left the safety on or not.

Surely he wouldn't put a finger near the trigger, though. As much as he acted like he didn't like Aubrey, he wouldn't want to actually shoot him, even if just because the paperwork would be horrendous.

Fingers tangled in his hair, tilting his head back to smooth the angle of entry and the gun slid further back towards his throat. Pepper was watching intently, eyes dark, and when Aubrey closed his eyes his silhouette was reflected on the back of his eye lids like the after-image of a bright light.

"So this is why Muggles like guns," he murmured, and his voice made Aubrey want to shiver and his jeans tighten. He whimpered a little and Pepper whispered, "Yes, good," and caressed his scalp lightly.

There wasn't even a bullet in the firing chamber, Aubrey assured himself. Pepper hadn't known to pull back the slide. Even if he did press the trigger...

The metal was warming up in his mouth and he leaned forward, drawing in more of the barrel and sucking as he would if it were Pepper's cock he had in his mouth, hot and wet and salty instead of this completely foreign sensation. The action earned him more soft platitudes in a voice low enough to send tingles down his spine and straight to his dick and he shifted uncomfortably and moaned, metal biting into his wrists. The hand in his hair wasn't much of a support; if he leaned forward any more he risked overbalancing, with no way to catch himself.

"Good god you're hard," Pepper informed him delightedly, and a moment later Aubrey felt his leg pressing against his crotch, rocking just enough to provide a hint of friction. He couldn't help but rub up against it with a groan that reverberated weirdly around the steel barrel. "I can't believe you're actually getting off on sucking off something that could kill you. You look so very nice doing it, too. You have a perfect cock-sucking mouth, Rover."

For a moment Aubrey considered pulling back enough to get the damn thing out of his mouth so he could tell Pepper to go fuck himself, just on principle. Instead he used Pepper's leg to brace himself as he leaned forward, practically a lunge, suppressing the gag reflex until his lips pressed up against the trigger guard and he sucked hard.

Pepper's fingers tightened in his hair with a groan as if it really was his cock.

*

"Ah-- fuck-- would you put that thing down?"

"I thought you liked it."

"Not when you're fucking me!"

Pepper slides the gun down Aubrey's belly, rubbing the barrel against his leaking dick, and despite his protests he arches up and whines.

"Sounds like-- god-- you like it to me."

"I fucking hate you."

"Of course you do."