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

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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 blond, pleased with the reaction he was getting, ran his fingers through Lithuania's hair, caressing his scalp slowly. "Yeah, totally. So like, stay with me, okay?

Leaning down close again, he pressed his lips softly against the other boy's.

"N-no!" He wanted to push Poland away, but he didn't manage to. His hands moved on their own accord, clenching and unclenching, doing nothing. His lips moved uselessly against the mirror's as he tried to shout, to tell Poland to get off. This was wrong, his head felt strange, Poland was... Poland wasn't behaving like he should, nor was his own body.

"Liet?" The mirror nuzzled Lithuania's cheek, surreptitiously rubbing down against him again as he pulled back to look down at him. "Is there like, something up?" He could still claim that it was an accident, that the kiss had been innocent, that Lithuania's body was reacting all on its own.

Lithuania shook his head, trying to get his limbs, his whole body, back and under control. What was he doing? He was - he was NOT reaching out to rub his friend's back in a not meant to be comforting way. He would NOT

He pulled his hand away, shaking his head even harder. "Please. Only a moment, I'll be back in a second..."

Pouting, Mirror Poland shook his head. "I don't wanna be alone!" He lay down with his body pressed close to Lithuania's, voice low and soft in his ear. "Please, Liet... I like, just want to be near you. Stay..."

Lithuania nodded slowly and tried to relax. "Alright." Maybe he was just stressed out. Maybe he shouldn't have had a drink in his condition.

Again, he pressed a light kiss to Lithuania's lips--just something gentle and casual, nothing too heavy. "Thanks, Liet~"

Lithuania melted into the contact, lips pressing against the mirrors. It was just too hard to keep himself from doing that, and a simple kiss hopefully wasn't giving into temptation too much? He did it to prevent worse actions, after all.

The mirror smiled against Lithuania's mouth. It was hard to remember not to move too fast, not to show off the extent of his skill and give himself away. But Poland was inexperienced, and M!Poland was patient. He hardly even sucked at Lithuania's lips as he melted into the warm kiss!

"Poland..." He wanted to protest more, but it came out as a needy whimper instead and he shut up.

Deceit, he thought, was all in the eyes. That was what people really looked at, where the lies really had to seem real... He glanced up at Lithuania with a look of longing, apprehension, a little bit of fear mixed with ultimate trust.

"...Hey, Liet? Can I like, ask you to do something for me?"

The look that he threw back at Poland was scared, full of lust, and shame, and desperate selfhatred. But only for a moment, until the nation averted his eyes, closing the eyelids. "Yes?"

He ran his fingers through the brunet's hair, soothing, coaxing. When he spoke, his voice was barely a whisper.

"I... I like, need to know that what's happened to me... won't ruin me for you. That I won't always be afraid... I want to face my fears, Liet. Do you... Do you like, know what I'm asking?"

"..." He stared at Poland, silently shaking his head. No, no. This was wrong. Poland wouldn't ask him this. Poland wouldn't even propose this. Sure, Lithuania knew that that fear existed, but this wasn't... "We wanted to wait until we are married.. married for real, Poland."

This was wrong. "You know that I love you, that I -I want you, but not like this, not yet, not-" he stumbled over his own words, wanting to throw up.

The blond withdrew halfway, not daring to look at Lithuania. "We're married. You know that. We have been for ages... Please, Liet. If you love me--if you want me, I totally want you to show me. Show me I'm still good enough for you... I want you to help me know I'm strong enough to deal with this--I can't know that, if I keep running from it, and I can't... I need to know!

"But it was only politics, we... we wanted to have a real marriage first, just between the two of us... we have been planning that for a while now..." He wrapped his arms around Poland, pulling him closer, forgetting about everything else for the moment. "This... this is really all of a sudden...."

He settled in close, arms wrapped tightly around the other nation. "The Queen almost took me from you, Liet. She did take me, and like, who knows if it might happen again? If she'd let me escape next time? I don't... If something like that happened again, I wouldn't want to leave with regrets, you know? I... I like, wouldn't want to be taken away from you, knowing I let fear keep me from being as close to you as I could have. Not again. Please..."

"I ...no, Poland. You're scared, you're not in your right mind. Wait a few days. Four days, and if you still want it then..." He swallowed. His body cried for contact, touching, skin against skin, being touched. But it wouldn't be good for Poland. It would be wrong wrong wrong.

The mirror touched Lithuania's cheek, twisted the fingers of his free hand into his shirt, lay as close as he could. "I've like, waited years, Liet. I know... I know that I want to be with you, more than anything. And now the more I wait, the more I have to live with these fears... I totally can't deal with that! Please... Please, Liet, I'm seriously begging you!"

"No." Ignoring his body scream, he tried to sit up and gently push Poland to the side. "Not now. I don't want you to regret this later." For once in his life, he won't give Poland what he asks frm him. Because this isn't silly or stupid or a hassle, this is wrongwrongwrongwrong. It just feels so very, very wrong.

Damn. It was time to pull out the big guns of manipulation... Looking away from Lithuania as though to hide his hurt expression, he rubbed at his eyes.

"...I knew it. You... You like, can't want me anymore. Not after... I totally shouldn't have asked. I like, should have known I'm too dirty to want..."

"I..." He shook his head. "It's not that." His voice was soft, pleading, but still firm. "You know that it is not that. But you... are you sure that you want to do this before our wedding night?"

"I'm sure. Liet, please..." He kept rubbing his eyes, but a few tears spilled down his cheeks, anyway.

This still felt wrong, horribly wrong, but if he... if he just helped Poland and kissed him softly, it would be alright. He just had to reassure Poland enough, and then stop. Right?

"I..." He pulled Poland down to press a soft kiss to his forehead. "I don't want you to be hurt.

Again, the mirror felt his chest ache with jealousy. So caring... This Lithuania would do anything for his other side, wouldn't he? What did Poland do to deserve that? He was disobedient, loud, stupid, frivolous. He was selfish, and childish, and more in love with his superstitious little morals than with the man who should be his husband, his master. He wouldn't even please him properly, and yet he was still treated as if he was precious!

"You'd like, never hurt me," he murmured, knowing it was true.

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