hetalia_kink | Past Part Fills Part 2 -- CLOSED

Original request here: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/10960.html?thread=19514832

Lithuania being ganged up on by Poland and his girl counterpart, with normal penetrating from the bottom, fem riding from the top at the same time. Smut please. :D

I apologize for the title; the fic isn't humor, but this is the only thing that would come to mind ;;

“Hey, Liet, I'm home! And guess what? Something, like, totally crazy happened on the way back from work today!”

Lithuania had been searching around in the fridge for the leftover potato pancakes – honestly, did Poland always have to move things around when he got a snack? - but his partner's announcement startled him, and in his surprise he knocked his head on the roof of the appliance. Grumbling, he rubbed the back of his head, shut the door and turned around. When Poland came into the room, however, Lithuania felt certain he must have hit his head harder than he'd thought.

Because, standing in the doorway of the kitchen, there were two Polands.

“Um...”

It was the most surreal thing Lithuania had ever seen: Poland was standing there, dressed just as he had been when he went out that morning; but next to him was another Poland, wearing army greens, and looking...infinitely more feminine than Lithuania had seen even Poland manage. So feminine, in fact, that he could have sworn he saw the faint outline of two mounds under the stiff fabric of second-Poland's shirt. Still dumbfounded, Lithuania could only stare and try to form a thought, a question, an admonition – did this call for an admonition? it probably wasn't Poland's fault, but still – or something to say. Poland (the original one, or at least Lithuania assumed so), on the other hand, flounced across the room and dropped his purse on the counter as though nothing was out of the ordinary, and proceeded to rifle through the fridge.

“D'you want something, 'Licja?” he called back over his shoulder, presumably to the other Poland.

Even the voice that replied was feminine, though the manner of speaking was the same. “Do you have, like, diet cola?”

With a scoff, Poland snatched up the drink in question and tossed it to his counterpart, who caught it expertly, almost as though their minds were working on the same wavelength. For all Lithuania knew, they probably were. “'Course we do,” the blonde replied. “What do you think I am, a total fatty? I only drink diet.”

The other Poland stepped toward Lithuania, taking him in from head to toe as she (he was fairly certain now that it was a she) took a sip from the soda and then set it down on the counter. “I'm Poland, but the name's Felicja, by the way, Liet. And you're totally cute. I'm, like, so jealous, Felek!”

“I met her at the end of our driveway!” Poland added from behind Lithuania's shoulder.

This sudden explanation startled the other out of his shock. “Is she...is she you?” he asked hoarsely.

“Dunno,” shrugged Poland. “Are you?” he addressed Felicja.

“Dunno!” she chirped cheerfully in response.

“Come on, Liet, don't stress out about it so much.” Poland's arms went around Lithuania from behind, and he rested his cheek against the other man's back. “It's two of me! Which is totally awesome. Right?”

The girl-Poland stepped forward, wearing a smile that was eerily familiar. “Yeah, you should just, like, chill out, Liet. You worry too much!”

“How do you...know me?” Lithuania managed. The other was standing way too close for comfort now; he could catch a whiff of Poland's perfume he'd bought last Christmas, and underneath it, a scent that was both essentially Poland and at the same time slightly not. His pulse was speeding gradually, but now he thought it might have less and less to do with the anxiety-inducing bizarreness of the situation.

“Because, I'm him. Or he's me. It's the same thing, really, I guess. Anyway, I know everything about you that he knows!” She smiled disarmingly and brought a hand up to touch Lithuania's cheek in an achingly familiar way. “I know your big pet peeve is towels that get left on the bathroom floor, and I know you love lemon-flavored shaved ice, and that you've gone to Mass every Sunday since we converted you except for one.”

Lithuania flushed at the implication that she knew why they'd missed that one Mass, too.

“And,” continued girl-Poland, leaning up to wrap a hand around the back of Lithuania's neck and whisper into his ear, her breath soft and hot, “I know what you taste like, too.”

The way she licked her lips, tongue barely flicking against the shell of the brunette's ear, made it quite clear that she wasn't referring to the innocent first kiss he and Poland had shared on a dark, stormy night as children. Behind him, Poland giggled into Lithuania's back, and the hands that were clasped around his waist began to slip lower, toying with his belt buckle. The other Poland stepped back just enough to trace her hands lightly down the front of the dumbstruck Lithuanian's shirt, manicured fingernails clacking over his buttons. She slowly undid first one, then the other, until the shirt dipped open dangerously toward his navel.

Taking advantage of the newly bared expanse of chest and neck, the blonde began to kiss Lithuania's throat, sucking gently. “This is, like, all right, isn't it?” she murmured lazily, “Since I'm Poland, too, and you love him. Me. ...Us.”

“Say yes, Liet,” whispered Poland (the real Poland, Lithuania had to remind himself, since this other was so much like him that it was becoming difficult to think of her as separate) from his other side. He nuzzled his partner's shoulder and tugged the half-undone shirt loose from Lithuania's slacks, letting his hands slide slowly under it and up the other's stomach. “Pleeease.”

Lithuania finally gave in, closing his eyes with a nod. When the pressure of lips on his neck disappeared, though, he opened them again; Poland – or rather, Felicja – had stepped back and was languidly undoing the buttons down the front of her own uniform. There was a glimpse of a bra visible, lacy and pink, and when she shrugged out of the heavy shirt altogether Lithuania recognized the fine lines of her collarbone, and the dip of her bellybutton. Even the indentations of her hipbones was familiar to him, though her hips themselves were wider apart than the ones he had gripped so often. She grinned, dropping her top to the floor.

“Totally nice, right?”

“Totally!” agreed Poland enthusiastically. Had the situation been any less insane, Lithuania would have laughed at how ludicrous the semi-self-compliment was.

Instead, he could only watch, enthralled, as Poland's double unzipped her pants and slowly shimmied out of them. She toed them to one side and stepped forward to finish undoing Lithuania's shirt, which she tugged off him a little eagerly. This was something weirdly similar between the two Polands as well; the original always had trouble taking his time when he was trying to be sexy and teasing, too. Though it seemed from the way she ghosted her fingers over the waistband of his pants while barely teasing one nipple between her teeth that Poland in girl form might have slightly more skill at this.

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writer!Anon, you're amazing. can't wait for more ♥

eeek! so happy this is getting filled... an' you're doing awesome so far ;3

OH MY GOD

this is brill, she meant to say before hitting the wrong button.

I love you for writing this already, and for writing it good.

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Anon. I love this and I love you.

*f5s into eternity*

FUCK YEAH POLAND!

FUCK FUCK YEAH TWO POLANDS!!!!!!!

Poland is so sexy and wonderful, it's about time we had two of them in the same fill.

Pol.....and..... *swoons*

Liet you're so lucky! I want to be in your place so much!

PS: This is my first time posting here ever. Like, I don't even have an account. But this story compelled me to comment.... Poland I love you!!! (And yeah I actually did swoon. I was lying on my bed so I didn't fall over but I got lightheaded and my head hit the headboard.... Poland why must you have this effect on me?)

Peering up at Lithuania through thick blonde lashes, she moved on from nipping at his chest to press herself against him, trapping Poland's hands between their bodies. The Pole seemed perfectly happy to be pinioned, scraping his nails lightly over Lithuania's stomach.

“Hey, Liet,” he whispered, catching his double's eye over their lover's shoulder, “you should take off her bra. You, like, remember how to do that, right? From all the times I dressed up from you.”

As if to jog Lithuania's memory, the little blonde wriggled against him and nudged a slender thigh between the other man's, kissing the curve of his spine. Lithuania groaned appreciatively, but he was silenced by Felicja's mouth covering his own hotly, her arms going around his neck to give him better access to reach around her and follow up on Poland's suggestion. Grinding back against the friction, he felt for the clasp of the other Poland's bra. Felicja released him long enough to shrug the undergarment off; the moment she was free of it, she pressed hungrily against him again, nipping sulkily at his lower lip. Lithuania was intensely aware of the soft pressure of her small, firm breasts, so strange to him and – oh, god – how pert they had become with arousal.

He could feel Poland's chuckle against his back, but all embarrassment evaporated when Felicja pulled away, giving him an clear view of a body he'd thought he knew quite well. Even as a woman, he noted, Poland had all the same marks: there was the same little mole at the hollow of her throat; every scar was in its place, down to the minuscule nick on her upper arm where an arrow had once pierced Poland's – no, her – armor.

Until that moment, Lithuania had been so caught up in the unreality of what was happening that he hadn't really appreciated the subtle differences in this Poland's features. Now, though, he noticed her nose was a little more pointed; the shape of her face was softer, though, and all the places where Lithuania's Poland was angular or thin, his counterpart was rounded, still slender but with curves that hovered somewhere between girlish and womanly.

With an almost shy hand, Lithuania reached out and cupped one of her breasts, squeezing it gently and brushing his thumb over the nipple. A moan escaped her parted lips, breathy and high-pitched. His hands explored the shallow ridges of her ribcage when she sighed deeply as he slid his other hand tortuously slowly down to the edge of her panties.

As he tugged them down with only the slightest of effort, Felicja parted her knees for him. She stepped out of the lingerie gracefully, winking over Lithuania's shoulder at Poland, who seemed to be enjoying the show every bit as much as his partner, and stood proudly in the golden afternoon light, one hand on her hip. Poland wolf-whistled, low and muffled in the back of Lithuania's neck, where he laid a series of love-bites. Rather than splitting Lithuania's attention, it only served to make him more hyper-aware that this was Poland he was looking at, with all the same mischievous thoughts and the same talented fingers and tongue.

He could have died of wanting right then and there.

Instead, he drank in the other's lithe form with his eyes, feeling uncommonly dirty as he couldn't help but imagine the slight bounce there would be to her breasts as he fucked her – or, a wicked subconscious thought whispered, as Poland fucked her - and how her soft thighs would feel wrapped around his hips, her fingers tugging sharply in his hair like a command, love me, worship me; he thought of the pale column of her neck bared as she tossed her head back in ecstasy – and flushed, aware that she could probably read this in his face.

She only smiled under his scrutiny, a very familiar catlike grin that spoke of how she enjoyed being desired, and then dropped lightly to her knees.

I approve of Liet's Poland-on-Poland fantasies.

AUTHOR!ANON, THIS IS AMAZING AND HOT. ♥

ogod now I want poland on poland with Liet watching

I DEMAND IT MUST BE DONE

*pant pant pant*

ASDFJKLAJSDSJF LIEK WHOOOA

dude, I keep having to read this in tiny little pieces because there is just so much HAWT. eagereagereager~

I gotta say anon-writer: lovin' it.

Looks forward to more of this sexiness.

Oh man. I can't wait to see more. This is SO ridiculously hot.

“M-Miss Felicja...” began Lithuania nervously as the blonde laid her fingers on his belt, deftly tugging it undone and moving on to the zipper of his slacks.

“No,” she giggled, laying a light kiss on his stomach, “Call me Poland.”

Her fingertips ghosted over the bulge of his arousal, sending sparks of electricity shooting through him; Lithuania gasped loudly. “P-Poland...” he rasped, voice suddenly gone, and no longer knew whether he meant to protest or to entreat her.

“Ye~es?” smiled the blonde, and then added in a lower, throatier voice, “That's my name.” She inched his slacks down, kissing just below his belly button and working slowly downward, following the progress of the pants as they fell past his knees, and pooled around his ankles. Her fingernails left soft trails down the insides of his thighs, then tracked back up and slipped down past the elastic of his boxers, and pulled.

Lithuania barely had time to register being exposed before he felt himself enveloped wetly, the Poland between his legs sucking with steady pressure while the one behind him ran a hand down his back and slipped it deftly between his legs. Warm fingers danced teasingly around the sensitive area there before skipping over this to massage his balls, an easy pressure. Felicja's hands had wandered to the base of his cock, pumping slowly as she sucked; Lithuania registered, in the small amount of concentration left to him, that they both had such soft hands. It was as though two pairs of the same hands were touching him, wandering over him, stroking and exploring and already knowing just how he liked to be pleasured.

“Ah, God, Poland...” he moaned, and both of them responded.

Behind him, Poland began to tug at his skirt with the hand that wasn't occupied. The Pole jerked it roughly down over his hips (and gasped his pleasure against Lithuania's neck as it jostled his own arousal), shedding the clothing with ease and pulling himself out of his panties. He rubbed wickedly just below his partner's spine, letting himself slip just barely close enough to that certain place to make Lithuania squirm forward into the other Poland's receptive ministrations. Felicja, for her part, took more and more of the Lithuanian's length into her mouth; she laid her hands on his hips and pushed him gently back against Poland until he was pinned, writhing flushed and breathless between them.

“Tell us, Liet,” Poland whispered, and he bit the shell of Lithuania's ear sharply, then smiled and kissed the angry mark it left, “what you want us to, like, do to you.”

“Mm,” echoed Felicja, pulling back and kissing the tip of his cock with a devilish flick of her tongue. “We want to make you feel totally good.”

“I – aaah! I...” Bucking helplessly forward, Lithuania slid a hand into the hair of the Poland who knelt before him, caressing her, imploring her, and reaching the other over his shoulder to wrap around the back of his Poland's neck. The other practically purred, a sound that rumbled against Lithuania's back and elicited a chuckle from soft lips that rested against his cock.

Smiling sweetly up at him, Felicja nuzzled the brunette's hip and murmured, “I think he, like, wants you to ask us for it, already.”

<3 Anon is happily awaiting the next part.

This is so fantastic and hot and amazing and unff. I'm so excited for more. <3

Female anon doesn't care if she's straight. She'd trade places with Liet any day....

Except Liet certainly deserves the attention with everything he's had to go through, so maybe not, just for him. Anon loves Liet just as much as she loves Poland.

Same anon as above is curious if writer-anon has died from the sheer amazingness of his/her own story....

Anon just doesn't want her poor Liet-chan to be left hanging like this, is all. No offense to the writer-anon intended. In fact, take as much time as you need to give Liet the pleasure he deserves. (TeeHee)

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I very much hope this fill hasn't been abandoned, because woajoiwj321j0249qewdfijedaswk SO HOT, please don't stop ;;

Like I said above, I'm starting to suspect that writer-anon died from major nosebleeding after reading what he/she probably wrote for the next section. Too bad it couldn't get posted first.....

Liet-chan does not deserve being teased so badly, writer-anon! If you're still alive, please please please allow the Polands to follow up on their promise to make him feel "totally good".

Random comment about the fill itself: I'm surprised Liet is still managing to stand up. I'd have fallen over by now, probably from swooning... hehe

/slashes wrists
/sobsobsob

writer!anon-san? Maybe someday you'll be checking all your fills again, and if you see all the comment your fangirls (LOL) left you, I really hop that you will consider to finish this, because THIS. IS. HOT.

I fucking swear Toris is the luckiest guy on this fucking planet. He wouldn't have even dared to dream of this and now...it's true. I'd give...oh god, what wouldn't I give to be done be two Polands? Swoon.

OMG MY RECAPTCHA: the Forget

/brb slashing my wrists some more

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(Anonymous) - 2010-03-14 00:03 (UTC) - Expand

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NEVER ENOUGH POLAND

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Me Loves A Hot Poland Sandwich

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