entrancelogs | I play my part, and you play your game [OPEN]

Who: Mirror!Poland and OPEN
Where All around the real side of the mansion
When: July 18th
Rating: Rated R+ for M!Pol. I think we all know why. Specific warnings for sexual content, non-con, violence, bondage, dubcon, and M!Pol being a big enough bitch to make Nai cry on purpose. ~~Did I miss any?~~
Summary: On Her Majesty's orders, Mirror Poland crosses over to the real side in order to send Poland to the mirror side. And while he's here, he's got permission to enjoy himself...
the Story:

He'd waited for this day. Patiently, eager though he was to see his other suffer, he'd bided his time... Now, finally, Her Majesty had a task for him, and Mirror Poland didn't intend to disappoint her. She was his highest master, after all, more important even than Mirror Lithuania; he owed her nothing less than utter obedience. And in her graciousness, she had been kind to him--permission to play with her little toys on the other side! He could never have asked for better.

The sensation of crossing the mirror was new to him, and he was keenly aware of it, savoring it. After all the months of watching Poland's room, it was peculiar to actually be standing in it, but of course, that was an irrational thought. It wasn't unlike his and Mirror Lithuania's room. Not really, not so far as the eye could see... He glanced around, to be certain that Lithuania hadn't been awake to witness the switch; he lay in the bed, beside the still-warm pile of blankets that had been covering Poland. Perfect.

It was tempting to climb into that abandoned spot, to show Lithuania then and there what he was missing by choosing a flighty little prude like his other. But he had a plan, and he would stick to it--the rest of the mansion first, and then Lithuania, with false tears about how terribly the mirrors had treated him.

However much time the Queen wanted, Mirror Poland was sure he could find rewarding ways to fill it. Dressing in one of Poland's dresses, he slipped silently out of the room and began to prowl the mansion, poking his head into the common rooms and occasionally seeking out Poland's friends. There was no sense in wasting time now, of all times--he had a whole new mansion full of toys, and only a few days to play with them before Her Majesty called him back.

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The bandage unwinds easily, since Ryohei hand been playing with it and hadn't resecured it before Poland knocked him over.

It takes Ryohei a moment to realize what's going on, and when he does he tries to push himself up. This...probably doesn't work out as planned, unfortunately.

"Poland! Get off to the extreme!"

"Hmmmm... no. No, I don't think so."

Grabbing both of Ryohei's arms, he tried to wrench them behind his back and tie them up, too.

Ryohei is not going to make this easy, struggling to get his arms out of Poland's grasp.

The mirror jabbed his knees into Ryohei's side, annoyed by his continuing struggle.

"Hold still." He decided to focus on one arm at a time, trying to tie a tight knot aroun the boxer's right wrist.

Ryohei winces and whips his free left arm back trying to elbow Poland.

"What are you doing?!"

The elbow connected, though probably not with all the force that Ryohei would have wanted it to. Poland groans, but there's something a little bit... off about the sound, like it's not really pain.

"Tying you up ♥"

He checked the knot, then, holding on to the bandage near his right wrist to keep it from moving, grabbed for his left arm.

Yeah, that sound...that was weird. And while Ryohei's pausing to process it, Poland manages to get his left arm.

"Well stop it!"

He tries to pull his arm free.

In the effort not to lose his hold on Ryohei's left arm, the mirror had to use both of his hands. Since he was still grabbing the bandange in his right hand, Ryohei's right arm might very well have been jerked in a less than comfortable way.

"Haven't I told you to stop moving?"

Having had that arm broken relatively recently, Ryohei stills somewhat, not wanting a repeat injury.

"Why?"

The mirror rolled his eyes as he secured Ryohei's wrists and a few inches of forearm together, doing a good job with the knot and tucking the ends in so Ryohei wouldn't be able to reach them easily.

"Take a guess."

"I mean, why're you tying me up?"

He squirms, testing his bonds. He has a feeling he could rip through them if he really tried, but it would probably hurt. It's good to know, though.

Getting off of Ryohei, he tried to flip him over onto his back. "Because you won't let me touch you otherwise."

On his back now, Ryohei frowns at Poland. "There is a reason for that to the extreme!"

The mirror settled on top of Ryohei, his hands trailing teasingly down his sides.

"Give me a few minutes, and I can make you forget all about it." He kissed the corner of his mouth.

"I don't need your help to forget things." He squirms uncomfortably.

"No? Mm, that's too bad, isn't it?"

Leaning down, he licked and sucked at Ryohei's throat. His hands kept moving downwards, slowly and deliberately.

"Stop it."

He may not have figured out this is Poland's mirror, but he knows something is very wrong here ~~finally~~.

Instead of replying, the blond kept teasing at the pulse point on his neck, one hand slipping to the inside of Ryohei's thigh and moving up in delicate little circles.

Ryohei's squirming turns into outright struggling as he tries to throw Poland off of him.

"Don't fight it." Poland's voice was low and warm and dirty in Ryohei's ear, as his hand began to stroke expertly in between his legs, still through his clothes. Normally, he wouldn't be able to stand up that well to Ryohei's struggling--he was small, and didn't have the superhuman force of will that the other Poland did--but with him restrained, he managed all right.

"Just lie back and relax. I want to make you feel so good, Ryohei..."

Ryohei's eyes widen and he shakes his head.

"No. No way! Get off me!"

He strains against the bandages despite how they're starting to bite into his skin.

"It doesn't matter if you struggle or not." He licked at the bigger boy's ear, rocking his own hips lightly against his leg with a soft groan of pleasure. "Honestly, I kind of like it. But you really may as well enjoy it..."

Still rubbing Ryohei through his pants, he moved his other hand to unbutton them.

Poland's underestimated Ryohei's strength if he thinks that bandages will be enough to hold him for long, especially if he doesn't want to be held. The mirror might not notice the sun flames that appear around Ryohei's hands and arms, since they're trapped underneath him, but he can probably hear the sound of the bandages ripping as Ryohei jerks his arms free.

He brings up one hand to shove the mirror away, pushing himself into a sitting position with the other hand.

The mirror blinked in shock as he was pushed away. "Wh--How--Damn it!"

Ryohei gets to his feet, watching him warily. The flames on his hands die out after a few seconds.

"That's enough. I'm going."

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reckless-eagle.livejournal.com - 2010-07-27 11:51 (UTC) - Expand

kyokugen-sun.livejournal.com - 2010-07-27 20:56 (UTC) - Expand

I play my part, and you play your game [OPEN]

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Permission to badtouch?

Yep. When he gets freaked out, he'll just rip through the bandages. o/

Okay :3

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