"C'mon Vash," you snapped, trying to take the pistol from Switzerland's hands. "You don't need the damn thing in bed! Just put it on the bedside stand!"

Unfortunately, he still wasn't relinquishing his gun. "What if I am going to use it?"

"What, you're going to shoot me in the middle of the night?" you asked sarcastically. "Please, Vash! I don't feel safe with a loaded gun by my head! Put it over there!"

Instead, he rolled over on top of you. "If I can make you love this gun, will you let me keep it here?" The sudden rumbling note in his voice really should have tipped you off that he was up to something, but you were presently too irritated to notice.

"Yeah, if by some miracle, you can ‒ mph!"

He cut you off with a kiss, and you wrapped your arms around him instinctively. His fingers slipped down, and you blushed vividly, feeling him unbutton the nightshirt that you were borrowing.

"V-Vash, what the hell?" you whispered as his lips left yours in order to abuse your neck.

"Shh."

"But‒"

"I told you I was going to make you love this gun, didn't I?" he said, smirking at your red face.

"Vash, what – you don't mean‒"

He ignored your flustered stuttering and sat up, pinning you firmly down with his knees. There was a click, and he tossed the ammo magazine aside, now touching your chin with the unloaded pistol.

"You're blushing," he mumbled, kissing your jaw as he slid the unbuttoned shirt off your shoulders, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. "Are you in love with my gun already, (Y/N)?"

"Shut up," you mumbled, dragging his lips against yours. "You don't need words for this."

He kissed you, tracing the muzzle of the pistol down your bare chest to tease one of your hardened nipples with the cold metal. You squirmed, tightening your grip on him, but you weren't going to let him know that you enjoyed the feeling quite yet.

He narrowed his eyes at your stubborn lack of reaction, and he tugged your panties down your hips.

"Fine," he growled, pressing the gun to your lower lip and leaning sexily closer, breathing his next words into your ear: "Still don't love it, (Y/N)?"

You batted your eyes at him sweetly. "Nope."

He groaned softly in arousal and spread your legs, ducking down to kiss your wet area.

"I think you're lying," he purred. "But if you insist . . ."

You yelped as something cold and hard slipped into you, and Switzerland chuckled, kissing your inner thigh.

"Are you this wet for my gun, (Y/N)? All I did was put it in~"

He started driving the barrel in and out of your quivering entrance, occasionally teasing your clit with it between penetrations, and you moaned sensually, hiding your face behind your hand in embarrassment. Damn, it felt good . . . his stupid pistol was quickly becoming impossible not to love.

Before you could reach your peak, he pulled the gun away entirely and tossed it onto the bed beside you, earning a soft whine of protest as he climbed back on top of you.

"What? I thought you didn't love it?" he said, smirking evilly.

"I changed my mind," you growled, stripping his shirt off over his head and tossing it aside.

He grinned victoriously and kicked off his boxers, revealing to you that he had been having way too much fun teasing you. He lined himself up and thrust into you.

You moaned louder than before, tangling your fingers in his thick blonde hair as he slammed his hips repeatedly against yours, driving it deeper each time.

"V-Vash‒"

"(Y-Y/N)‒"

His member twitched, filling your insides with something warm, and you shivered in pleasure, reaching your own climax and releasing all over him in turn. He pulled out, but stayed straddling you for a moment, trying to catch his breath. He rolled over to lay beside you after a moment or two, and you wrapped your arms tightly around his chest, smiling against his skin.

"Vash?"

"Yeah?" he asked, softly kissing the top of your head as he reclaimed his pistol and slid it under his pillow.

"I think I do love your gun, but‒"

You pushed him onto his back and swung a leg to the other side of his chest, making your sensitive parts brush against his bare chest as you perched on top of him, and earned a vivid blush from your assertive lover.

"But what?" he sputtered, eyes fixed on your bare chest.

"But I know I love you more." You grinned darkly. "Want me to prove it?"

"By all means, (Y/N) . . ."