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[L a w l i-P0P]

¤¤_________________________ “have you ever h a t e d anyone
__________________________________________________________________so much
_____________________________________________________ that you would want to
________________________________________________k i l l t h e m?”
_______________________○ ● Şůzακû Ҝũгûгυġĭ

Find the real assassin! Again, that person was standing right in front of Lelouch and he was none the wiser. The only way for the guards to obey that order was to frame someone else, and Suzaku couldn’t bare the thought of an innocent person being sentenced to death just because Lelouch had no awareness of what was really going on.

The guard nodded in understanding, apparently having no problem. He was probably just going to look for another person who might prove a nuisance in their plans and use that person as the scapegoat. Should that be the case, as his Knight, maybe Suzaku could dissuade Lelouch from giving any sort of strict punishment to that person when the time came.

The trek back to the palace was relatively silent, Suzaku not saying anything – both out of a fear of saying the wrong thing in front of the guards, and also not really knowing how to speak with Lelouch now. He obviously couldn’t act familiar with him. In Lelouch’s mind, they’d never met until just recently, and their first encounter had been with him under the impression that Suzaku was a dangerous assassin. Now Suzaku was going to be his knight – a direct subordinate.

It wouldn’t be like before, when Lelouch still treated him as an equal both in public and in private. Or would it? Although different, there seemed to be some of the same traits in Lelouch as before – and also traces of an added kindness for others, which hadn’t been their before.

Suzaku didn’t recognize the room they were brought to. It was in a remote part of the castle which was kept vacant, for the most part; guest suites and other such rooms that weren’t put to use for a majority of the year – though they were always kept clean and prepared for unexpected guests.

He was relieved Lelouch voiced his wanting Suzaku to stay in the room. Really the brunette didn’t think he could handle hearing another threat to Lelouch or Nunnally’s lives right now. And spending time alone with Lelouch could maybe bring him to remember who Suzaku really was. Doing that without outright telling him would be hard. Even harder would be acting as if he didn’t know Lelouch at all.

“Hey, I need your help.”

Suzaku looked up, noticing the guards were now gone, the door closed (probably locked) behind them. It was just him and Lelouch now. Said emperor was currently standing a yard or so away, carrying a change of clothes as well as some medical supplies in his arms. Suzaku nodded his head, understanding Lelouch needed help with dressing his wounds.

He followed Lelouch into the bathroom. “Yes, your Ma...” Emerald eyes widened as Lelouch, without a word, carefully began removing his clothes. Unbidden, a blush rose to his cheeks and he quickly looked away, shifting on his feet and trying not to give into the temptation of so much bare skin. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Suzaku tried again, though his voice was noticeably strained. “Yes your Majesty.”

Majesty was the perfect word for him, indeed. Even with the wound to his chest, Lelouch’s body was still beautiful, flawless like a work of art. Suzaku’s fingers twitched at his side, the desire to reach out and touch him stronger than ever.

Telling me to go
But hands beg me to stay
Your lips say that you love
Your eyes say that you hate
And I, I wont be the one
To leave this in pieces
And you, you will be alone
Alone with all your secrets
And regrets
Don’tlie.

[Soranoo]

____❧ ❧ ❧ Ľεℓøu¢ħ vi βѓiταηηiα

_______________________If the king doesn't L E A D,
______________________________how can he expect his subordinates to follow?

Lelouch looked up when he heard his knight cut off his sentence. He was worried something might be wrong, but that wasn't the case. He wondered if the male was embarrassed around another male like this. They couldn't clean and take care of his wounds any other way though. Trying to work around the fabric would be too difficult.

He walked closer to Suzaku as he let his shirt and cape fall to the ground as he did so. A hand came up as he cupped Suzaku's chin, making him look straight as him this time. "Drop formalities for now. At least while we're alone. I did force you into this duty. So while we're alone, just call me Lelouch." He slowly released Suzaku as he went back over to where his clothes were.

Even though they were in a guest room, the rooms were still pretty fancy and the bathroom was no exception. Lelouch walked over to a huge tub that was big enough to be a hot tub for ten. He turned on the water letting it get to nice temperature for his skin and proceeded to strip the rest of his clothes, making a nice pile of them on the floor. "Suzaku, I'm going to need you to help me wash my hair." He wasn't exactly sure where the cut was on his head or how deep it was and didn't want to mess it up further.

He slowly moved into the tub and eased himself in, still being extremely careful. The wound on his chest would be fine with the water to clean the dirt from around it, but his head. He was still worried about that. Slowly, he dunked his head back in the water, only to come right back up with a pained expression on his face. The water, alone, stung on the opened wound. The water from Lelouch's hair dripped red down his shoulders and into the water.

"I may need you to come in with me." He said trying to hide his pained expression. This was going to sting a lot more once soap was added to it.

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[L a w l i-P0P]

¤¤_________________________ “have you ever h a t e d anyone
__________________________________________________________________so much
_____________________________________________________ that you would want to
________________________________________________k i l l t h e m?”
_______________________○ ● Şůzακû Ҝũгûгυġĭ

Having another man naked in front of him had nothing to do with Suzaku’s embarrassment. Being in the army made one immune to that sort of thing, and even before he’d joined the army he’d gone many times to open-air baths. Had it been any other man in front of him, Suzaku wouldn’t have even been phased – hell, had it been the same situation a month ago it wouldn’t have been a big deal.

But developing feelings for someone always led to thinking of their body as different than anyone else’s. That’s not to say Suzaku didn’t want to see Lelouch naked – he was just afraid of not being able to control himself, and the last thing Suzaku needed right now was to explain to amnesiac emperor why his knight was attempting to round all bases with him when they were supposed to be treating Lelouch’s wounds.

He became aware of the warmth of Lelouch’s body close to his own, a familiar hand cupping his cheek (Lelouch was fond of doing this, Suzaku noted, as he’d already done it a few times before since awakening) and turning his head so they were eye-to-eye. He experienced a brief urge to turn his head and nuzzle, cat-like, against the palm of Lelouch’s hand, but it was easily enough to suppress. Once again Suzaku reminded himself the importance of acting neutral, to perform whatever duties Lelouch asked of him without allowing his emotions to take over.

... Though, that would be quite a challenge. Suzaku had glanced towards the large bath tub in time to see the remainder of Lelouch’s clothes falling to the ground, all pale, sinewy limbs exposed as the emperor closed the short distance between himself and the tub and slowly eased himself inside. Suzaku could only thank whatever deity might be listening that Lelouch wasn’t staring in his direction; the blush on his face had spread to his neck, the rest of his body feeling quite warm as well.

“O-okay,” he mumbled in response. He could do that. He wouldn’t have to look at Lelouch while washing his hair; wouldn’t have to touch any part of him except for his head, and for that he needed to be focused so as not to irritate the wound present there. If it was only that, Suzaku knew he could get through this without doing anything stupid.

Suzaku had decided to hang back on the opposite side of the bathroom until his assistance was requested, but that notion disappeared the instant Lelouch disappeared underwater, and reemerged again with bloodied water dripping from the wound on his head.

“Lelouch!” Abandoning his act of neutrality, Suzaku rushed over to the tub, crouching beside it. Lelouch was trying to hide his discomfort but it was easy enough for Suzaku to see.

“I may need you to get in with me.”

Suzaku tried to tell himself that Lelouch was not trying to be seductive when he said the phrase, yet could not help the excited shiver that raced down his spine after hearing it. Regardless of what Lelouch meant when he said it – and of course he only meant that he needed Suzaku to help him take a bath, so he wouldn’t accidentally hurt himself further – it didn’t erase the fact that those words, said in Lelouch’s deep voice, were incredibly sexy.

Get a hold of yourself, Suzaku! This isn’t the time for that!

Suzaku took a deep breath in an attempt to pull himself together. Gently, he placed one hand on the back of Lelouch’s head, moving it slightly while his other hand parted Lelouch’s hair at the site of the wound. In the light of the bathroom, it didn’t look as bad as it had when he’d seen it in the holding cell, but that still didn’t mean it would be perfectly fine left unattended. They really should have brought Lelouch to a doctor before anything. It might not need stitches, but Suzaku wasn’t qualified to make that judgment.

Well, there was nothing he could do about it now. Suzaku knew the guards had locked them inside. All he could do was be as careful with Lelouch as possible so as not to aggravate either of his injuries.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” he promised, voice just under a whisper, making Lelouch having heard it questionable, as he pulled away and began to remove the fancy jacket of Zero’s uniform. He tossed it carelessly to the side, where it landed on top of the pile of Lelouch’s own clothes. Next came the button-down underneath, which he immediately set to work on, ignoring the fumbling of his own hands on the buttons, sliding it over his shoulders and onto the ground.

Telling me to go
But hands beg me to stay
Your lips say that you love
Your eyes say that you hate
And I, I wont be the one
To leave this in pieces
And you, you will be alone
Alone with all your secrets
And regrets
Don’tlie.

[Soranoo]

____❧ ❧ ❧ Ľεℓøu¢ħ vi βѓiταηηiα

_______________________If the king doesn't L E A D,
______________________________how can he expect his subordinates to follow?

Lelouch found the water to be relaxing when it wasn't stinging his wounds. His knight was being quite quiet though. He turned his head towards him just as he heard him scream his name. For the circumstances they were in right now, it didn't make sense for Suzaku to be that worried. Especially since all he did was dunk his head in the water.

His injuries had to look awful from a spectator's view. The wound on his chest was healing nicely compared to how it probably looked when it was inflected. He still wondered how that one came about, while his head one really wasn't that bad. The blood that fell from his hair was the dried blood being washed away. In any case, he didn't need his wounds getting infected. Suzaku had to be worrying about this too from the way he was acting.

His head leaned back as he laid it against Suzaku's hand. He had a soft touch. Nothing like an assiassinin trying to kill him. No, the more he looked at Suzaku and his actions, the more he felt like Suzaku was in love with him. The idea alone was enough to make Lelouch second guess his conclusion. He'd get to the bottom of this though. His guards and Suzaku were both hiding something from him, and he'd make sure he learned it all, whether he had to use tactics against Suzaku or if he had to use torture on his own guards.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

There was Suzaku again. A normal person wouldn't just say that, and now he was just second guessing himself on if he really said it or not. "I'm glad to see you're open minded. I'm not sure many knights would agree to get this close to me, let alone would they approve of a knight I just appointed to be so close. The fact my guards allowed it, is strange enough. Don't you agree, Suzaku?"

He was going to use his words to make Suzaku crumble and if words didn't work, then he'd have to use other methods. He'd put his conclusion to the test. "That's quite a lot of clothes for someone to be wearing all at once. How do you move in those? They don't compliment your body what so ever either. I'll make sure to get you something that would be more becoming. Something white for a pure knight." For some reason, he was getting visions of Suzaku in white. White really did fit him so much better then that odd Black outfit. Where did that come from and why did that seem familiar too?

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_______________Seek us!

_______________________Those with power. . .
____________________________Fear us!

[L a w l i-P0P]

¤¤_________________________ “have you ever h a t e d anyone
__________________________________________________________________so much
_____________________________________________________ that you would want to
________________________________________________k i l l t h e m?”
_______________________○ ● Şůzακû Ҝũгûгυġĭ

Lelouch was suspicious – not just him, but of the entire situation. Suzaku couldn’t blame him, of course. He would feel mistrustful of those around him if he’d woken up without recollection of who any of them were, too. There was also the fact that not only was Suzaku acting incredibly out of character for a self-proclaimed assassin, but the supposedly loyal royal guards were perfectly fine in leaving said assassin alone with their emperor for a long period of time. It was obvious to tell that something was up – that someone was lying; who the liar was, though, as well as their intentions was difficult to figure out.

Suzaku wished again that he was able to tell Lelouch the truth. Maybe he could tell him, and then request that Lelouch act as though he was still in the dark while the guards were present? But there was no assurance Lelouch would believe anything he said. He may just hear that Suzaku really had inflicted the wound on his chest and opt not to listen to further explanation. Although it wouldn’t be in Lelouch’s character to dismiss possibly important information, Suzaku couldn’t be sure with this Lelouch; while he did possess most of the true Lelouch’s personality, he was still slightly different.

“It is strange,” Suzaku agreed, not really caring if Lelouch didn’t trust the guards. Actually, he would prefer it if he didn’t. If Lelouch didn’t trust them, he may have them placed under arrest for questioning; then the two would no longer be a threat, and Suzaku could freely tell the emperor anything he wanted to know. “Perhaps they know, as I know, that it would be foolish of me to waste this opportunity.”


It was the best explanation he could think of. If a criminal was given a second chance by the man they’d supposedly gone against, it would indeed be foolish to pass it up or throw it away by trying anything else with that person.

Suzaku moved on to his boots, which he unzipped and pulled off, staring at them distastefully as he did so. He’d never understood how Lelouch could walk in heeled boots for such long periods of time. Suzaku couldn’t stand it; they made his feet hurt so badly, not to mention he didn’t have anywhere near the amount of grace Lelouch did when walking in them.

A grin appeared on his face as Lelouch commented on the outfit. Suzaku wanted to turn around and point out that it was he who designed the ridiculous thing. “It wasn’t my choice,” he said, the smile disappearing afterwards. He probably shouldn’t have said that; it would only lead to more questions on Lelouch’s part. “Anyways, there’s no need for you to get me anything. You’ve done enough.”

He didn’t know if he said this because he didn’t want Lelouch bothering himself when there were more important things to be worrying about, or because he didn’t want Lelouch designing him another uniform along the lines of the Knight of Zero’s. Not that Lelouch didn’t have a good fashion sense; he was just very... flashy.

“Something white for a pure knight.”

An image of the uniform he’d worn while serving as Euphemia’s knight drifted into his mind, making Suzaku close his eyes and shake his head. Thinking of anything from that time was only painful for him. He knew Lelouch hadn’t meant to bring up tender memories, but he couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit resentful towards him.


Suzaku began unbuttoning the pants, trying not to think about how they’d last been unbuttoned because Lelouch was teasing him down there. A blush appeared on his face and he looked away, silently pulling the zipper down and letting the tight pants fall to the floor, leaving him naked beside the tub.

“I’d rather it not be,” he said quietly, hesitating a moment before slipping into the tub beside Lelouch, immediately putting a respectable amount of space between them and changing the subject. “What does your majesty wish of me?”

Telling me to go
But hands beg me to stay
Your lips say that you love
Your eyes say that you hate
And I, I wont be the one
To leave this in pieces
And you, you will be alone
Alone with all your secrets
And regrets
Don’tlie.

[Soranoo]

____❧ ❧ ❧ Ľεℓøu¢ħ vi βѓiταηηiα

_______________________If the king doesn't L E A D,
______________________________how can he expect his subordinates to follow?

Lelouch studied Suzaku carefully. Every movement, every word, and every breath was being seen with his eyes. He agreed with him. That was a good sign, but he agreed in a different way than expected. He actual gave a legitimate reason to why he was acting this way. The only thing that proved was that this male was not an assassin. To want to redeem one's self, that's more of a goal. Could it be that Suzaku wanted to get close to him?

He shook his head lightly for a moment trying to get rid of that thought. He still kept going back to the idea that Suzaku actually did care for him more than he knew. The male was quite stubborn to begin with, which only made it more difficult to figure him out at times. Or better yet, it made Lelouch second guess what he believed was true. "If you're going to be my knight, you have to have an outfit that shows where you belong and who you belong to."

All this talk about royalty and appointing someone to be close to him really did excite Lelouch. Plus with Suzaku acting how he was, it was more than enough to make the young prince emperor use his power.

His mind traveled elsewhere once Suzaku was done and moved into the giant tub with him. The young male was really not that bad looking compared to himself. He'd have to guess they were around the same age even. He looked extremely well-built to the point that everything on about his body was pretty much perfect and complimented it. He quickly looked away hiding a huge blush on his face. He shouldn't be thinking about things like that. Not only would he be frowned, but it would just be awkward, especially since he just appointed him as a knight.

"What does your majesty wish of me?"

So he wanted to be commanded? He was a loyal knight already. Slowly, he moved his way over to Suzaku making sure not to harm himself in the process. He didn't need his knight spazzing over him already. Once he was close enough, he moved another step forward looking at the male. That serious face would have to go. "Suzaku..." He whispered he knelled down on his knees between the male's legs. He placed one hand on Suzaku's thigh and the other around on the male's opposing arm. He leaned his head forward and rested it against the male's chest as he looked up at him. "...I wish to know what you're really thinking." He said as he moved his hand from the male's thigh to just slightly above his stomach, slowly sliding it down wanting to make the male talk.

__________Those without power. . .
_______________Seek us!

_______________________Those with power. . .
____________________________Fear us!

[L a w l i-P0P]

¤¤_________________________ “have you ever h a t e d anyone
__________________________________________________________________so much
_____________________________________________________ that you would want to
________________________________________________k i l l t h e m?”
_______________________○ ● Şůzακû Ҝũгûгυġĭ

Even without his memories, it seemed, Lelouch’s goal was always to own Suzaku. When he was Zero he wanted the brunette as his ally; as the emperor, for an undefeatable knight. This emperor just didn’t know that Suzaku needed much less convincing this time around. If Lelouch wanted him to wear an outfit that showed who he belonged to, Suzaku would wear it. The only thing he wanted was for it to not resemble the outfit he’d worn when he’d belonged fully to the woman he’d loved; for while Lelouch did own him, there would always be a small part of Suzaku devoted to Euphemia.

“I would just prefer it to be a different color,” he replied, feeling Lelouch’s eyes on him as he spoke.

The Britannians were all about showing off their status, especially those who had such a high status to boast about. That was the main reason for the flashy outfits Lelouch designed for them after their coup. The Lelouch he’d known never bothered himself with that sort of thing; he’d lived most of his life as a commoner, after all, hiding his true identity from the world ever since his father sent him to live in Japan. It was one of the things Suzaku both admired and despised about him when they were little – the fact that he would see Lelouch acting like a normal person; he was a prince, after all, why would a prince be doing laundry, or cooking for himself?

“I’m no shining white knight, your majesty. I’m not going to pretend to be one.” Not anymore. He’d wasted enough time fooling himself into believing he was one in the past. It had been Lelouch who opened his eyes, showed him that there weren’t so different after all, that Suzaku wasn’t as good as he wanted to be.

As Lelouch moved closer, Suzaku made to shift away but stopped himself before actually doing so, not knowing how this Lelouch would react to such a thing and also slightly curious as to what the other was up to. He had to be scheming, after all; Lelouch never did anything without a reason – no matter if he had memories or not.

His breath caught in his throat as Lelouch knelt before him and settled a hand on his thigh, Suzaku immediately noting how close and yet how far it was from his groin. It was just like before, Lelouch teasing him to get what he wanted; Suzaku must not have been as covert about masking his feelings as he’d thought.

“L-Lelouch,” he gasped, a blush spreading across his face as the young emperor rested his head on his chest. The desire to wrap his arms around Lelouch and crush their bodies together was overwhelming, but somehow Suzaku managed to restrain it. His resolve weakened, however, when Lelouch’s hand moved up to his stomach, stayed still for several beats, and then was dragged downwards slowly.

“...I wish to know what you’re really thinking.”

A small noise that resembled a whimper escaped Suzaku as he reached out, aiming to grab hold of Lelouch’s hand and stop it from proceeding any lower. His hand seemed to have a mind of its own, though, for while it did grab hold of Lelouch’s hand to stop its downward trek, it brought said hand up to Suzaku’s mouth.

“I think,” he answered, voice slightly deeper than it had been a minute ago, and slightly muffled thanks to Suzaku’s lips being pressed against Lelouch’s inner palm. At some point, his other arm traveled down to wind around Lelouch’s waist and draw him closer. “That this is highly inappropriate, your majesty.”

Even as he said this, Suzaku made no move to pull away.

Telling me to go
But hands beg me to stay
Your lips say that you love
Your eyes say that you hate
And I, I wont be the one
To leave this in pieces
And you, you will be alone
Alone with all your secrets
And regrets
Don’tlie.

[Soranoo]

____❧ ❧ ❧ Ľεℓøu¢ħ vi βѓiταηηiα

_______________________If the king doesn't L E A D,
______________________________how can he expect his subordinates to follow?

Lelouch thought carefully about what Suzaku had said. To him, he seemed like a pure knight to him. Maybe a nice blue would look good on him? "Would you prefer blue?" He asked softly, not wanting to upset him. He didn't seem to like white at all, so maybe something still pure, but not as pure.

As he moved closer to Suzaku, he felt the male move slightly and then stop. The slight waver in Suzaku's voice only made his suspicions all the more real, especially with the way he said his name. He completely dropped the formalities. He had him. He'd confess right?

He blinked as his hand was seized, causing his eyes to follow the path of his hand to the male's mouth. The feeling of Suzaku's lips against his skin about made him lose his composure. Why was Suzaku trying to be distant, yet pulling him closer at the same time? It didn't make sense to him and it only made him more confused.

A soft blush appeared on his face as he was suddenly brought closer to the young male. His legs instantly wrapped around Suzaku's waist finding it comfier that way, and having his free arm trace down Suzaku's arm, lacing his fingers with the male's. He moved his head up to rest on his shoulder as he turned his eyes up to listen to him speak.

"...that this is highly inappropriate."

Lelouch grasped Suzaku's hand tightly hearing what his knight thought. Yes, it was inappropriate for an emperor and a knight to be like this, but he didn't expect him to voice it so openly. He sighed lightly as he pulled away from the male, unwrapping himself from around him to pulling his hands away so Suzaku couldn't hold them anymore. He was wrong. Not that he expected his assumption to be true, but he started to feel like maybe they did have a connection. "Sorry. You're completely right. I put you in an awful spot for my own gain. To think I had the stupid idea that you was in love with me. I see now that you're just as loyal as a knight could come."

He slowly turned around so his back was facing Suzaku. He didn't know what to think now. "Knight..." He didn't feel like addressing him by his name right now. He was already embarrassed that he did all those things to him. "...let's get my hair washed and that will be all. You can be dismissed to do whatever you please."

__________Those without power. . .
_______________Seek us!

_______________________Those with power. . .
____________________________Fear us!

[L a w l i-P0P]

¤¤_________________________ “have you ever h a t e d anyone
__________________________________________________________________so much
_____________________________________________________ that you would want to
________________________________________________k i l l t h e m?”
_______________________○ ● Şůzακû Ҝũгûгυġĭ

Suzaku’s lips were tilted in a slight smile at Lelouch’s next color suggestion. Blue reminded him of the cape he’d worn as the Knight of Seven, which he wasn’t completely proud of, but wasn’t averse to. Even if he’d been on the worst terms with Lelouch as a Knight of the Round, he’d still made lots of good memories when in the former emperor’s service – meeting Gino and Anya; he wouldn’t replace any of those times. With a nod, he gave his consent. “I like blue, yes.”

His hand moved to Lelouch’s hip, thumb rubbing up and down, feeling the soft skin just underneath. Suzaku knew his actions directly contradicted his words. If he really found this inappropriate, he wouldn’t be pulling Lelouch closer like this, wouldn’t have such desire shining blatantly in his eyes, and he hoped Lelouch could read this; he wanted to get through to Lelouch without directly stating his feelings for him. It had been Lelouch to initiate this, so he had to have some suspicions. Besides, it wasn’t as if Suzaku had been convincing at acting indifferent to the emperor; the mere glimpse of pain on the other’s face sent Suzaku rushing to his side to aid him. There was obviously something more there than Suzaku was letting on.

If only Lelouch would remember.

Suzaku choked on a mouthful of air as Lelouch’s legs wound around his waist, pressing their bodies closely together, and if Suzaku hadn’t been aroused before he most certainly was now. He ducked his head to the side, a hot blush staining his cheeks that he hoped to hide from the other male. If only Lelouch knew the amount of willpower it took to keep Suzaku from bending him over the ledge of the tub and taking him right there. At the very least, Suzaku wanted to kiss him. Those tempting lips were only inches from his own, supple and inviting, and the mere memory of them against his own made Suzaku tremble and clutch Lelouch’s hand tightly.

All too soon, Lelouch was pulling away with a sigh, an expression Suzaku couldn’t read on his face. Was it disappointment; no, it couldn’t be. This Lelouch didn’t have any sort of feelings for him, there was no way Suzaku’s words could have disappointed him. Unless this was a test Suzaku had failed? Had Lelouch been betting on Suzaku to follow through with the advance – to spill his guts about his hidden feelings?

Suzaku thought for sure his feelings would have been made apparent just now. He’d said what they were doing was inappropriate, true, but he’d also made no objection to it. Did Lelouch just think he was going along with it only because it was the emperor advancing on him?

“...To think I had the stupid idea that you were in love with me.”

Emerald eyes widened, heart clenching. It’s not stupid, he wanted to say. I do love you, Lelouch. The comment about him being a ‘loyal knight’ almost made him laugh bitterly. He wanted to tell Lelouch just how wrong he was – just how loyal he had been to his emperor, when he’d changed Zero Requiem without Lelouch’s knowledge, and even before that when he’d agreed to go along to such a plan in the first place. He was the worst person anyone could ask for as a knight; all he seemed to be good at was hurting people, not protecting them...

Without thinking, he reached out to the other male, grasping him by the upper arm. Lelouch beat him to saying anything.

“Knight.”

Suzaku flinched, hating the sound of the word, and the fact that Lelouch couldn’t even bring himself to say Suzaku’s name. This wasn’t working. Hiding the truth from Lelouch, Suzaku couldn’t do it.

“Lelouch...” Drawing Lelouch closer, he wrapped his other arm around his waist once again, not wanting to give him the chance to back away. “For all your intelligence, you always seem to miss what’s obvious.” Without waiting any longer, Suzaku leaned forward and mashed his lips against Lelouch’s. It was a big risk, especially now that Lelouch was probably in a bad mood after thinking he was wrong about something, but Suzaku honestly didn’t care any longer.

Reason and protocol be damned; right now he just wanted Lelouch to know he was there for him.

Telling me to go
But hands beg me to stay
Your lips say that you love
Your eyes say that you hate
And I, I wont be the one
To leave this in pieces
And you, you will be alone
Alone with all your secrets
And regrets
Don’tlie.

[Soranoo]

____❧ ❧ ❧ Ľεℓøu¢ħ vi βѓiταηηiα

_______________________If the king doesn't L E A D,
______________________________how can he expect his subordinates to follow?

Lelouch smiled softly as he heard the fact that Suzaku approved of a blue knight outfit. It had to seem strange. They got along so well for just meeting. They had to have met before. Then why couldn't he remember?

Everything just seemed to be disappointing him now. Feeling as if he's missing something important, feeling like an complete idiot for making moves on a male just because of a simple hunch, and most of all, he felt as if he really wasn't in control. Even though he was emperor, he felt as if his guards and even his knight was in more control than he was. He shook his head slightly, not wanting to depress himself more.

He couldn't take this anymore. Just being near Suzaku was causing him to question so many things about himself. Just as he was about to say forget everything, a hand grasped him. No, he didn't want to look at him right now. How could he? He just made an advance on a knight. Not just any knight, a male knight. The more he looked at Suzaku, the more he wanted to get closer, the more he wanted to wrap him in pleasure, then more he wanted to make him his own. He couldn't be thinking this, and yet, it kept roaring in his mind.

"You always seem to miss what's obvious."

He didn't have a moment to react. In this moment, he was fixed against the young male and his lips captured. His eyes closed as he leaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Suzaku's waist. All anger, sadness, and reason left his body for that moment. He just wanted to be near Suzaku. It was hard to explain, but it felt so familiar to him, especially the touch of Suzaku's lips against his.

He slowly pulled away from the kiss as he looked up at Suzaku and then quickly away. He still couldn't look at him. "I want you so badly right now." He whispered as he gripped Suzaku's side still feeling embarrassed. A knight and an emperor should not have this type of relationship. He just couldn't stop himself. "I don't care if you don't care for me, if you're doing this out of pity...I can't stop myself. This intense desire just keeps building up inside to be near you, to touch you but I kept it suppressed. What am I to you? You don't tell me anything and act as if you're just performing your role. That's not true! You speak as if we've known each other, what am I missing?"

He said having a few tears staining his face. It was all so confusing. When he thought it had everything figured out, it only back fired and turned against him. He wasn't suppose to develop any type of feelings for Suzaku. He just wanted to know what Suzaku knew by any means necessary, but the more he was near Suzaku, the more the desire to be close to him became, even when he didn't realize it.

"P-Please, tell me what you know."

He leaned up and captured Suzaku's lips in his own again, giving in to his hidden desires. Even with a memory loss, his body couldn't deny the lust, love, desire it had once felt against the male. They had been through so much already. They were sealed and bound together so deeply by fate, there was no way to live being a part.

__________Those without power. . .
_______________Seek us!

_______________________Those with power. . .
____________________________Fear us!

[L a w l i-P0P]

¤¤_________________________ “have you ever h a t e d anyone
__________________________________________________________________so much
_____________________________________________________ that you would want to
________________________________________________k i l l t h e m?”
_______________________○ ● Şůzακû Ҝũгûгυġĭ

This was incredibly dangerous. Even if they were in the privacy of a bathroom, in a near abandoned part of the castle, there was still a chance of someone overhearing. The walls were thin, and gossip spread through them like wildfire. If even one person overheard what was going on (not just the intimacy behind closed doors, but the fact that it was the supposedly assassinated demon emperor and his also allegedly deceased traitorous knight) it could all be over for them. Lelouch had enough to deal with as it was with this bout of memory loss; Suzaku didn’t want to be giving him extra troubles... not to mention that he himself had enough on his plate with keeping Lelouch from being killed or manipulated by those two guards.

The arm around Lelouch’s waist tightened, pulling Lelouch closer as Suzaku angled his head and deepened the kiss, running his tongue along Lelouch’s bottom lip as a plea for entrance. But it was denied, and Suzaku hid his disappointment best he could as the other put a small amount of distance between them.

“I want you so badly right now.”

Any and all disappointment Suzaku felt immediately melted away, replaced by a desire that weighed heavily on him, sending a wave of heat down his body and making his heart skip a few beats as Lelouch continued to speak words Suzaku would never have thought he’d hear from that mouth. He wasn’t used to seeing Lelouch so vulnerable, and didn’t really know how to react to such a thing. What he wanted to do was gather Lelouch in his arms and never let him go, smother him with affection until Lelouch knew without a doubt that this wasn’t Suzaku acting out of pity or some sense of loyalty to the emperor.

The hand that had been gripping Lelouch’s arm gently moved upwards, skimming over his shoulder and neck until Lelouch’s head was cradled gently in the palm. Suzaku offered him a smile, rubbing his thumb over a blushing cheek and then under a red-rimmed eye, wiping the tears away.

Should he tell Lelouch? It would be putting both of them at risk, but Suzaku didn’t know if he could handle the guilt that came with keeping such integral information from Lelouch – information he could see that not knowing was tearing Lelouch up inside.

When Lelouch kissed him again, so desperately and imploringly, Suzaku knew he couldn’t hold it in any longer. Whatever Lelouch wanted, Suzaku would give to him. Information, love, anything at all; Suzaku could deny this man nothing. After having lived as both Lelouch’s closest friend and greatest enemy, and then after advancing to a step above friendship as they had only recently, he knew he could never go back to being anything but that step above “close friends”. Nothing else would ever make him so complete, so right.

The small part of Suzaku still devoted to Euphemia wouldn’t let him escape from feeling guilt at this realization. This sort of affection, after all, was not the sort he should ever feel towards the one who murdered his beloved princess. But... Euphemia would rather he love her brother than loathe him, wouldn’t she?

Without even realizing it Suzaku, still in a firm lip-lock with the other male, had backed them up until the heels of his feet bumped into the side of the enormous tub. He lowered himself down onto the raised edge, the water rising up to the base of his ribcage as he did so, and pulled Lelouch into his lap, right hand drifting from a narrow hip to Lelouch’s thigh and gripping the underside possessively.

“First,” he breathed, breaking the kiss and pressing his face to Lelouch’s long neck, lips against the water-slicked skin as he continued to speak. “I’ll tell you that I love you, that I’ve probably always loved you ever since the day we met. And I’ll tell you that what I was thinking before, and what I’m thinking right now...” he paused and placed a kiss to Lelouch’s throat; “is how much I want to make love to you.”

Telling me to go
But hands beg me to stay
Your lips say that you love
Your eyes say that you hate
And I, I wont be the one
To leave this in pieces
And you, you will be alone
Alone with all your secrets
And regrets
Don’tlie.

[Soranoo]

____❧ ❧ ❧ Ľεℓøu¢ħ vi βѓiταηηiα

_______________________If the king doesn't L E A D,
______________________________how can he expect his subordinates to follow?

Lelouch was already going crazy. Every one of Suzaku's touches was causing his body to crave him more and more. Whether it was his tongue along his lips or his arm around his waist, it was all over-whelming. It wasn't even that he wanted to have sex with Suzaku. His body just wanted to be close and be held by him.

He instantly nuzzled against Suzaku's hand as he felt his head rest into it. He was being so caring...it still confused him. Even if Suzaku did care for him, how did this happen? He'd never met anyone quite like Suzaku. Maybe that's what caught his interest in the young male to begin with. If it was anyone else, he was sure they would be executed by now.

He grunted lightly as he felt Suzaku lift him up out of the water and then into his lap. His mouth gasp open slightly feeling Suzaku's hand grasp the tender skin. His mind started to wander thinking about how close the male's hand was to his sensitive skin. He moved his hips slightly against Suzaku having the urge to feel his fingers along his body. This male...why was he so intoxicating to him? He was pretty much a wreck, and yet, he still wanted to pounce on Suzaku.

Once the kiss broke, Lelouch attempted to make eye contact with Suzaku, but failed. He listened to what Suzaku had to say, tilting his head to the side to allow the male better access. "A-Ah Suzaku..." He let out feeling the male's kiss on his throat.

"...I want to make love to you..."

His eyes widened in shock. Did Suzaku just say that? That he really did love him... Wait, so he was right all along? But, that didn't make sense. This is the first encounter that they've had, so how could he have loved him since the day they met? So many unanswered questions ran through his mind. This had to be fixed. He gave a soft smirk knowing exactly what to do. Suzaku wanted him that badly? Then he'd let him, after he got all the information he wanted.

"Tell me how you know me. Why you fell in love with me? Everything you're keeping from me. I want to know. Tell me and I'll reward you with this..." He said as he ran his hand along his own body. He slowly turned his body, forcing Suzaku to move his head away from his own neck. Once he had Suzaku open, he instantly kissed him, wrapping an arm around his neck and pressing into the kiss. He'd start Suzaku off with that, making sure he'd get his information.

__________Those without power. . .
_______________Seek us!

_______________________Those with power. . .
____________________________Fear us!

[L a w l i-P0P]

¤¤_________________________ “have you ever h a t e d anyone
__________________________________________________________________so much
_____________________________________________________ that you would want to
________________________________________________k i l l t h e m?”
_______________________○ ● Şůzακû Ҝũгûгυġĭ

He could feel Lelouch’s body responding to what was going on, and it made Suzaku all the more aroused. The sensation of gooseflesh under his fingers as he moved them up Lelouch’s leg, nearing the most sensitive part of Lelouch’s body but always bypassing it when he came too close. Just as Lelouch had done to him in the dungeon earlier. But it wasn’t payback so much as Suzaku wanted to feel every inch of Lelouch’s body, map it out entirely with his hands.

“A-ah, Suzaku...”

The breathy moan made Suzaku squeeze Lelouch’s leg once more and pull him even closer, if possible. What Suzaku wouldn’t give to hear his name said like that again. No, not even just like that. Suzaku wanted to hear Lelouch crying his name, screaming it in pleasure. He shivered at the thought, a grin appearing on his face as he ran both his hands up Lelouch’s back, mindful of the still-fresh wound on his back. Other than the single injury, the skin was smooth, flawless, just like every other part of Lelouch.

You’re so beautiful, Suzaku couldn’t help but think as Lelouch finally made eye contact with him, and he would have voiced this sentiment had Lelouch not spoken first.

... So Lelouch planned to use his confession against him now? As a bribe, of sorts. Suzaku was to give him the information he desired, and in return receive very physical rewards from the other male. While Suzaku couldn’t say he was averse to this method, he did hate that once again Lelouch was drawing things out. Couldn’t they have this talk afterwards? In this current state of mind, especially after Lelouch kissed him again, hard, Suzaku didn’t know how intelligible any of his words might come out, or if they would even be useful at all to Lelouch. Because the only thought in his mind, currently, was, I want you right now.

“We... we met almost ten years ago,” he said after taking a moment and gathering his wits. His hands remained around Lelouch, ensuring he couldn’t escape from their current position. “When you and your sister were sent to Japan to live at our shrine. We became close friends, but we were separated by the war... the war that ended with Britannia overtaking Japan. And then I found you... seven years later; I thought you were a terrorist.”

He smiled at the memory, recalling how he’d run into Lelouch on his mission to locate the “poison gas” stolen by the real terrorists. It had been the biggest shock of his life, realizing it was Lelouch in that warehouse. He’d been overjoyed to know that his old friend was still alive, but at the same time frightened, not wanting to believe Lelouch would be a lowly terrorist. Looking back, he would rather Lelouch have been just a lowly terrorist than the most wanted man in the world, Zero.

“But you weren’t. Not then, at least.”

Telling me to go
But hands beg me to stay
Your lips say that you love
Your eyes say that you hate
And I, I wont be the one
To leave this in pieces
And you, you will be alone
Alone with all your secrets
And regrets
Don’tlie.

[Soranoo]

____❧ ❧ ❧ Ľεℓøu¢ħ vi βѓiταηηiα

_______________________If the king doesn't L E A D,
______________________________how can he expect his subordinates to follow?

Lelouch groaned softly as Suzaku ran his fingers on every place but where he wanted to feel them then most. He thought he was the one doing the teasing, but Suzaku was giving it to him right back. "D-Don't..." He managed to get out as he felt the male's hands run along his back causing it to arch against him. He didn't know if it was possible to get much closer to Suzaku at this point.

Just as he was about to move away, he realized he was trapped in this position. This was not comfy! Laying in a male's lap, with hands trailing over his body wasn't exactly his idea of comfortable, especially when he wanted to stay composed until he heard the information he needed to.

"We met almost ten years ago."

Ten years ago? He slowly processed the information and attempted to put it together. "I'm sorry. I cant...don't remember that far back." He said with a pained expression on his face. He was aware that him and his sister were sent to Japan and that Britannia took over Japan, but Suzaku and all of this just didn't ring a bell.

He slowly leaned up again and placed his lips over Suzaku's again. He turned his body around in the male's arms so he was facing him, right side up. He once again wrapped his legs around the male's waist pressing their bodies closer together. "I want to hear more..." He whispered as he pulled away and rested his head against Suzaku's.

One thing didn't make sense. Why would Suzaku think he was a terrorist if they knew each other and why did he add a statement that sounded like he was a terrorist? He needed to know more. There was always the possibility that Suzaku was lying to him; that possibility never left his mind. Would Suzaku just say anything needed to get him to give himself up? He could tell he wasn't too happy about having to explain things to get closer to his body.

__________Those without power. . .
_______________Seek us!

_______________________Those with power. . .
____________________________Fear us!

[L a w l i-P0P]

¤¤_________________________ “have you ever h a t e d anyone
__________________________________________________________________so much
_____________________________________________________ that you would want to
________________________________________________k i l l t h e m?”
_______________________○ ● Şůzακû Ҝũгûгυġĭ

Such a small piece of information would never satisfy Lelouch, especially with the ambiguous statement he’d ended with; Suzaku knew that. And while everything after that point was hard to explain – things like Zero, the Black Knights and Geass... things that Suzaku didn’t even want to think about, much less tell to Lelouch – Lelouch wouldn’t let him get away without saying more. Suzaku was sure that Lelouch would go to just about any means to force the truth out of him if Suzaku suddenly stopped acting so compliable. And even if not, Lelouch deserved to know the truth. It had to be painful, existing without knowing the details of most of your life – forgetting the people who claimed to be important to you.

“I can’t... don’t remember that far back...”

Suzaku found it odd that only the memories that pertained to him had been wiped away. Lelouch still remembered his status, his family most likely. Just what else did Lelouch already know? He seemed to recall having at least gone to Japan; Suzaku wondered if Lelouch knew what had happened to his mother and sister, or if that was gone too? The smart thing to do would be to ask Lelouch what he remembered first, and then fill in the gaps of his memory afterwards. But if he asked, would it look suspicious of him? Would Lelouch just thing he was buying time to make up a story for the two of them?

As Lelouch shifted in his lap, turning around to face him directly and winding his legs around his hips again, Suzaku’s face flushed and he averted his gaze for a brief moment to try and remember what he’d been thinking about. He brought one of his hands up to Lelouch’s head, beginning to play with the strands of hair that were not caked with blood. In all this fervency he’d forgotten about washing Lelouch. He should at least do that, as the emperor’s loyal knight; but what was the point, seeing as all he wanted to do was dirty Lelouch up even more?

“More is... complicated,” he sighed, closing his eyes, trying to keep focus on the task at hand. The sooner Lelouch remembered everything, the better for them both. He decided to go back to explaining how he’d encountered Lelouch again, as hearing Suzaku mistook him for a terrorist had to be confusing the other male.

“I’d joined the Britannian military as soon as I was of age. One of my first missions as a soldier was to locate a truck containing what we’d been told was poison gas that a small group of terrorists managed to get their hands on. I don’t know how, or why, but you were in the same warehouse the terrorist’s truck crashed. So when I saw you, I presumed you were one of them.”

Suzaku stared down into Lelouch’s eyes, searching for a spark of familiarity or anything that might allude that this sounded right to the other. If none of this was sparking anything inside Lelouch, Suzaku didn’t know how he was supposed to go on and explain something as absurd-sounding as C.C. and Geass.

Exhaling, he decided to venture; "Do you know the name C.C.?"

Telling me to go
But hands beg me to stay
Your lips say that you love
Your eyes say that you hate
And I, I wont be the one
To leave this in pieces
And you, you will be alone
Alone with all your secrets
And regrets
Don’tlie.