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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"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.

"No." He sighed and softly rocked the blond. "I could never do that. You're too dear to me. And you always will be."

"Show me," he whispered, nuzzling against his neck. "Please, Liet... Show me you'll always want me..."

"I cannot..." But between feeling bad for Poland, guilty because he doesn't want to give him what he asks of him because it is wrong, wrong, wrong; and between his own desire, he can't help but lean up and softly press his lips against the other boy's.

The mirror whimpered faintly, melting into the kiss. Again, he had to remind himself not to throw himself into it too fully, not to kiss as well as he could. Lithuania would certainly notice if he was better at it than he was supposed to be, and he couldn't afford for Lithuania to notice... Bringing his hands up to the nation's back, he clung to him as though frightened.

Lithuania's arms tightened around the blond, his body searching every piece of the other male's warmth that he could, trying to melt their bodies together. Ignoring his instinct that told him that it wasn't right, he let his hands wander over the other male's back, softly, gently, but very urgently.

It was surreal, how soft and kind this Lithuania could be. The mirror only got anything like this kind of affection after he'd been good--after he'd submitted to his master's whims, been beaten and fucked senseless and could scarcely move from exhaustion. Even then, his master always made it clear who was in control, petting him more like a dog than like a person...

Just once, just for a little while, he wanted to pretend that this caring gentleness was meant for him.

He returned the kiss, carefully and slowly, fingers tangling in the back of Lithuania's shirt.

Lithuania gasped into the kiss, shifting against the lithe body atop of him, not fully closing his lips, instead nipping at the other male's lower lip. They had done this again, and it had been really, really nice. It should be a part of ...this. He blushed, trying to will down the reaction that his body wanted to show further down.

The blond gasped softly, as if surprised. He let his body tremble softly, resisting the urge to rub himself against Lithuania's hips. The nation was so warm beneath him, his body so needy... It had been a while since he'd lain with a virgin. Too long. What they lacked in experience, they could so often make up in earnestness...

He shifted his weight a little bit, leaning up to lick 'timidly' at Lithuania's lower lip.

That surprised the nation, and he opened his eyes - when had he closed them? - looking up at the blond with wide eyes. But his lips didn't pull away, nor did the boy himself.

"Poland..." It was more of a whisper than anything else, laced with affection, want and the worry that he would do something wrong.

The mirror let his own eyes flutter open, smiling down at Lithuania. "Liet..."

He reached up to stroke the other boy's cheek gently, nuzzling at his lips. "I totally love you."

"I love you, too." He pulled the other boy down again for another kiss, one hand coming up to brush through the blond hair. "I will never leave you."

Sighing in pleasure at the attention, the blond ran a hand down Lithuania's back. "Me, neither. I'll like, always be with you..."

"I ...P-poland-" Whriting under the mirror, searching for as much closeness as possible, letting his hands roam over the other's back, shoulders, upper arms, Lithuania felt himself overcome by all those strange sensations. He felt on fire, his mind foggy, clouded with lust and feelings that he had felt before, but never this strongly.

Delicately, the mirror slipped his hand up underneath Lithuania's shirt, slender fingers playing against the warm skin of his lower back. The strength of this Lithuania's reactions was remarkable, and he felt as though he was becoming drunk on Lithuania's need for him... Feeling wonderfully dizzy, Mirror Poland kissed Lithuania again, silencing him for the time being.

"Mmmhnhhhh~" Even under the mirror's lips he couldn't help but make low, keening sounds, moaning as skin brushed against skin. He had been touched by Poland before, they took baths together and scrupped each others back, and they cuddled and... But this was different. Mirroring the other male's actions, he shifted his hands so that they rested his hips, running his hands up and down his sides.

Mirror Poland echoed Lithuania's quiet sounds, sucking lightly on his lower lip. Those little touches were nice, but he still wanted so much more... Gently, he grabbed Lithuania's hand and guided it up underneath his dress--not far, just enough to rest it on his lower leg. Hopefully, that would embolden him a bit...

Lithuania nearly froze at that little action, his hand gradually sliding lower, and then up again, until it was in the same place again, but covered by fabric.

Was what his mind told him to do, but his body betrayed him, fingers gradually wandering higher while his left leg wrapped around the other's legs.

The mirror bit back on a pleased purr, replacing it with a half-shocked little gasp. He shivered his way closer to Lithuania, sliding his hand up the bare skin of the bigger nation's back. "L-Liet..." Faintly, he nuzzled at the other boy's neck.

"Poland..." He turned his head to kiss the side of the other male's head. "I love you. Never, never forget that."

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