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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

Lelouch was merciless, and he had indeed found the most effective means of getting to his old friend. Suzaku squirmed underneath the other male’s every touch, two halves of him – the sensible, proud soldier that refused to be humiliated in this way and the desperate schoolboy who only wanted attention (and who maybe – okay, who really really) wanted to be punished for the things he knew he’d done wrong) – waging an internal war against each other, and the sensible half losing more and more ground with each passing second that Lelouch continued to torture him with that talented, ever-smirking mouth.

Idly he wondered how Lelouch had become such a tease... He’d never fathomed Lelouch as a sexual being, the very idea just seemed... off. And really, if he’d been asked back in the days when he attended Ashford if he thought Lelouch was a virgin he would have wholeheartedly said yes. Just because the black-haired boy always looked so uncomfortable when the subject of relationships was breached, and he never seemed to know what to do with himself when confronted with the fact that some girl or another – there were numerous that chased after him – had deep feelings for him. Suzaku never expected anything like this from Lelouch. Then again, there had been so many lies and pretences between them; it wasn’t like he actually knew a lot about Lelouch.

Lelouch pointed out his lack of speech to further rub in the fact that he was winning. Lelouch must know that Suzaku wasn’t saying much at all, mainly because he was afraid that if he opened his mouth the only sound that would escape it would be a moan that said just how much he didn’t want Lelouch to stop. Suzaku only grunted. And then Lelouch took things even further, green eyes watching in part curiosity and part dread as he took hold of Suzaku’s hand and brought it up to that sinful mouth.

All sense of reason left in Suzaku immediately died at the sight, and the only thought in his mind was an echoing one about how he’d never seen anything as sexy as Lelouch looked in that moment.

Suzaku swallowed hard as his index finger was taken in between Lelouch’s lips, his mind racing, conjuring up images of something else Lelouch’s mouth could be wrapped around. The mental image alone, without Suzaku able to feel Lelouch’s tongue swirling around his finger, was enough for Suzaku’s growing erection to quickly harden. He clenched his teeth, but even still couldn’t hold back a convoluted groan of the other’s name.

He wanted to press himself closer to Lelouch, grind against him, but the chains wouldn’t allow him to move any farther. And Lelouch’s free hand continued to caress him, pointedly ignoring the area Suzaku wanted to be touched the most.

“L-Lelouch,” he moaned as another of his fingers were taken in by that mouth, “Oh god, Lelouch...”

šсгəαµ, šсrəαµ, šсrəαµ
_______________
You know I make you wanna rυη frσµ µə, baby

[Soranoo]

____❧ ❧ ❧ Ľεℓøu¢ħ vi βѓiταηηiα

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

Lelouch gazed up, watching Suzaku's expressions. He was debating within himself over if he wanted to give in or if he wanted to be stubborn about the whole thing. Suzaku should know that basic desires and needs will always win out.

His friend was so simple minded. Even without proper experience, it was easy to figure out what would turn a person into mush. Teasing the tender skin was an obvious method. The nerve endings are closer to the surface and more delicate, so even the slightest touch would cause the receptors to send a signal. It also helped that Lelouch was a quick learner. Once he saw what got Suzaku, it was easy to continue to push that.

Seeing Suzaku's face like that, he already knew he had won. It wasn't hard to break him in. This might be even more powerful than Geass; the sexual desire of humans. He wondered if it helped that Suzaku saw him as inexperienced. That had to add to the arousal.

"Oh god, Lelouch..."

Ok...hearing that from Suzaku's mouth was a turn on. He'd never admit that to his friend's face, but all this touching and feeling was starting to get to him. As if to respond to Suzaku's cry, his body pressed his friend's against the wall. He couldn't help but get into it with Suzaku looking so submissive.

He pulled Suzaku's fingers slowly out of his mouth, making sure to run his tongue along the to the tip. He gave the tips of Suzaku's fingers a soft kiss, lacing his own fingers with them and pressed his hand back against the wall. His lips then collided with Suzaku's having a bit more passion than he wanted to show behind it. His eyes slid shut for a moment trying to enjoy the moment.

His other hand was trapped between their to bodies. He slowly moved it closer to Suzaku's pants line and undid one button. His fingers moved in closer to Suzaku's tender area but changed course. His hand snaked around Suzaku's waist and rested on his bottom, inside the waistline. He gave him a nice squeeze wanting to catch him off guard.

"Suzaku...I hate you..." He grumbled as he bit at Suzaku's lip a bit roughly. "...but I can't stay away from you..."

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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

A soft grunt escaped him as Lelouch pressed him back against the wall, unable to feel any anger at being completely under the other’s control with the only thing his mind focused on being the delicious friction between their bodies. Half-lidded emerald eyes watched with rapt attention as Lelouch slowly withdrew his fingers from his mouth, taking care to lick them from base to tip and kiss them in parting before lacing their fingers together.

Again Suzaku found himself yearning to have Lelouch’s mouth on another part of his body, and almost made this suggestion aloud. Before he could reduce himself to begging Lelouch for anything, a distraction came in the form of a heated kiss. And this time there couldn’t be any hidden motivation – right? – because there was no hidden key and nothing for Lelouch to trick himself free of – right? – and he’d already gotten Suzaku back for that by chaining him up in return – right? Right. And so Suzaku responded eagerly to the kiss, giving an appreciative moan and tilting his head to the side as he opened his mouth and darted his tongue passed Lelouch’s full lips.

Following Lelouch’s lead, Suzaku’s own eyes fell shut, his free hand sifting through the other’s silky hair, fingers pressing lightly against the scalp to keep him in place. Lelouch’s other hand had finally moved to the button of Suzaku’s pants, and for one fleeting moment Suzaku thought he might actually give him what he wanted. As the top button of Zero’s trousers was unclasped Suzaku bucked his hips, hoping to connect with that palm but unexpectedly Lelouch slid his hand around his waist to grope him from behind.

Suzaku tensed, a surprised gasp escaping him in response, his eyes flying back open, cheeks darkening.

“Suzaku... I hate you...”

Suzaku could only mumble incoherently against Lelouch’s mouth, not even sure himself of what he was trying to say – probably that he hated Lelouch in return.

“...But I can’t stay away from you.”

They really were one in the same. Suzaku hated Lelouch more than he could ever imagine hating anyone. And yet, at the same time, there he was... allowing himself to be pressed against the wall, kissed and teased and completely turned on by this person he was supposed to – this person he did – despise.

Why did Lelouch have this power over him? Had it been anyone else, Suzaku knew he would have been able to push them away. But because it was Lelouch... The Britannian always had the oddest ability of making Suzaku both loathe and love him simultaneously.

Squeezing Lelouch’s hand tightly, Suzaku initiated a kiss this time around, planting his lips over Lelouch’s firmly, not even realizing it as he begged softly, “don’t, don’t ever stay away...”

šсгəαµ, šсrəαµ, šсrəαµ
_______________
You know I make you wanna rυη frσµ µə, baby

[Soranoo]

____❧ ❧ ❧ Ľεℓøu¢ħ vi βѓiταηηiα

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

Lelouch was taken over by the ecstasy at this point. It was strange for the once distant and calculative male to be taken over by a mere desire. There was something about Suzaku...something he couldn't explain. This feeling was just way too intoxicating for him to stay away from.

His body was way too eager as he accepted the kiss Suzaku returned. The feeling of Suzaku's fingers in his hair was arousing enough, and caused his hips to thrust against the other males. He bit softly down on the male's tongue as he invaded his mouth trying to send jolts of pleasure through the his friend. It was obvious that they both hated each other with a passion, but it was that same passion that was driving them to do this with each other. He never thought that his strategic plan to get free would turn out like this.

His ears picked up a mumble from Suzaku, but it didn't sound like much of anything. He could only assume that the male hated him just as much. After all, he was still chained to the wall and forced to endure what Lelouch had in stored for him. It was taking all his will power right now to keep himself composed, but Suzaku wasn't helping that. Suzaku's kiss was just too much for him to handle. At this rate, he'd slam Suzaku harder into the wall and just take him without the other male's consent on anything.

~"don't, don't ever stay away..."~

Lelouch's eyes widened as he heard the begging plea from his Eleven friend. It was too much. This had to stop. He violently pulled away from Suzaku, stepping backward a few times so he was out of Suzaku's reach. His eyes saddened at Suzaku knowing this was going to cause problems. There was nothing he could do though.

"Suzaku...I can't do this." He said as he regained his composure. He quickly turned around, his cape whipping behind him as he just walked away without saying another word. Once around the corner, he sat on the steps and thought about the events that had just happened. He wanted to tell Suzaku that this was driving him crazy, that he couldn't control himself around him and that it was for his own safety. The Eleven would never believe him though. He reached up, grabbing the shackle key he had left by the stairs. Once Suzaku had cooled down, he'd attempt to have a conversation about what's going to happen to them with him. Slowly, he stood up and looked around the corner. He had to see how upset Suzaku was.

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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

Suzaku groaned, the noise swallowed by the kiss as Lelouch softly, almost playfully bit down on his tongue, his hand tugging gently on the other male’s dark hair as a means of releasing some of the tension building up in his body. There was no denying the need he felt, the intense desire for Lelouch. He was fully erect, almost agonizingly so, and all he wanted was for Lelouch to touch him, bring him to completion.

He hadn’t even realized the words he’d spoken aloud, his own voice only registering in his ears as an unimportant noise to be ignored in favor of better things – like finding a way out of his pants; the tight material of Zero’s uniform was far too constraining. It wasn’t until Lelouch stepped back and Suzaku felt the cold air of the room make contact with his overheating body that Suzaku could recall what he’d said.

How could he have...? To say something like that, so automatically, without even realizing it himself... More so than the ache of his own arousal, Suzaku felt a sharp sting in his chest as Lelouch took several steps back from him, his expression one that the brunette couldn’t quite decipher. Lelouch appeared... horrified, un-composed, and a little sad.

Blinking slowly, Suzaku attempted a step forward. The chains kept him from going any farther than that, so he could only watch helplessly, red-faced and breathing heavily, his body still in a painful (and now, embarrassing at the thought that this is the second time Lelouch was leaving him like this) state of arousal.

“Le—”

Lelouch’s voice made his words die in his throat. “Suzaku... I can’t do this.”

Suzaku looked torn between confusion and anger, his eyes alternating between widening and narrowing before finally deciding on narrowing as his anger won out over all other emotion. With burning green eyes he watched Lelouch’s retreat from the room, hating him all over again, and disgusted with himself and his actions just moments ago. How could he let himself be lulled into a false state of security again by Lelouch? The same trick, only more drawn out... Suzaku really never learned. He would have liked to think that by this point in his life he would be able to protect himself against being used, but with Lelouch he found his strength, his determination to resist always abandoned him.

Because... damn it all... he didn’t want Lelouch to leave him. He wanted that closeness, that intimacy – oh, God, he was disgusting!

Suzaku stared down at himself, filled to the brim with self-loathing as his eyes rested on his erection, which had softened a bit with the realization that he’d been deceived for a second time but was still very present and not going away any time soon.

Sliding to the ground, Suzaku sighed loudly, miserable and hurt and enraged and throbbing.

He tried to think of something unpleasant. Tried to remember all the reasons why he hated Lelouch, all the perfectly good reasons he had to despise the other male for the rest of his life – of all the people Lelouch had killed, all the lives he’d torn apart with simple spoken commands.

But all Suzaku really focused on when he thought of that was the mouth that issued those commands; how those pouty lips were so warm and soft against his own, and how kissing them felt so different, so much better than kissing anyone else.

... Before Suzaku even realized, he was sliding his free hand down his body, bringing it to rest over the bulge in his pants. A soft noise that could have been a whimper but soon grew into something far louder escaped him as he slowly drew down the zipper of his pants and slipped his hand inside, touching the hardened flesh beneath.

"Lelouch..."

šсгəαµ, šсrəαµ, šсrəαµ
_______________
You know I make you wanna rυη frσµ µə, baby

[Soranoo]

____❧ ❧ ❧ Ľεℓøu¢ħ vi βѓiταηηiα

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

Lelouch took a couple deep breathes just trying to keep himself calm and composed. He couldn't believe he allowed Suzaku to arouse him that much. It wasn't just that though; it was the sense of danger and excitement. Being with Suzaku was forbidden in so many ways he couldn't begin to count them all. This was a hopeless cause. He shouldn't even be thinking about it. After all, Suzaku looked so hurt when he pulled away for the second time. Damn that male for getting to him.

All this thinking about Suzaku was driving him crazy. He slowly peaked around the corner as he eyes widened. W-What was Suzaku doing? His eyes locked onto the other male. The look on the male's face, the sounds coming from his mouth, the ways his hand moved across his body. This was way too much for Lelouch to handle right now.

He started to think about all the ways Suzaku could be using his hands to touch him right now. Just watching the other male pleasure himself was arousing Lelouch a little too much. His pants were already starting to feel tight, not to mention hot from the burning desire to be touched.

His eyes stayed focused on the male, watching every movement he made, every facial expression, every sound. Without realizing it, his hand moved up his shirt and began to feel up his own chest. His fingers caressed his sensitive erect skin, letting out a soft moan in the process. His other hand quickly moved inside his pants line, stroking along the heated desire between his legs.

"Lelouch..."

Hearing Suzaku say his name while pleasuring himself was intoxicating. Lelouch's hand moved faster and harder against himself. His head slipped back, as his eyes closed thinking about the other male.

His eyes snapped open quickly as he pulled his hands away from himself looking completely disgusted. While his eyes were close, he had gained back some of his senses. Looking at Suzaku was causing him to lose himself, while the darkness caused him to snap back. "Damn it..." He cursed to himself. He couldn't believe he got so worked up just from watching Suzaku. He couldn't go out like this now. He was way too flustered at himself to allow himself to go near the other male. He'd just have to wait to be released until Lelouch could keep himself composed for longer than a minute at a time.

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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

Unaware of his audience, Suzaku began a steady rhythm with his hand, stroking himself while imagining a completely different person doing the task for him. Damn it, this was so wrong... thinking of Lelouch while he touched himself. He had to be the most twisted person in existence; who else would do such a thing with the image of their best friend in their mind – the same best friend whom, just hours ago, he’d felt nothing towards but a hatred so intense he wouldn’t have minded getting another chance to run a sword through him.

Lelouch was his enemy. Even if they’d been working together for the last few months, planning Zero Requiem, there were still so many wrongs against him and his loved once that Lelouch committed. He didn’t think he could ever truly forgive him. Yet... yet still, here he was, wanting Lelouch all the same. Despite all the betrayals and the lies, despite the fact that Lelouch had walked out on him after initiating this type of intimacy twice in a row, Suzaku wanted him. Wanted those long-fingered hands on his body, wanted those eyes (even if they were fake now, only trying to replicate what they used to look like – the eyes Suzaku loved, could get lost in - with the amethyst contacts) boring into his own, wanted that mouth kissing him or other parts of him.

The dank cell was suddenly far too hot for the knight. With the hand that was still restrained by the shackle, Suzaku reached up to the hidden buttons of Zero’s suit jacket and undid the first few clasps so that it fell open to expose the lavender dress shirt underneath. So many layers... Suzaku didn’t know how Lelouch put up with all that clothing every day.

Then he started imagining the order in which Lelouch would remove the uniform, picturing with disturbing detail each portion of fair skin that would be revealed with each button that was done away with, the long slender limbs as he would step out of his pants. Suzaku curled his fingers around himself in a light squeeze, not bothering to quiet his moan since he figured it was only him in the dungeon. He wondered what kind of underwear Lelouch wore – or if he even wore underwear at all. The pants of Zero’s outfit were quite snug without one being in an aroused state... Suzaku himself had to forego boxers to fit into them properly.

And thoughts of the sort of undergarments Lelouch may or may not wear led to Suzaku imagining what Lelouch might look like completely bare. Because despite being best friends, he’d never seen Lelouch fully naked except for when they were kids and would go swimming, but that was hardly the same. They were adults now, all grown up. Suzaku was a far cry from the gangly child he had been, and Lelouch, while still scrawnier than him, was breathtaking even with all his clothes on.

The pace of Suzaku’s hand quickened, his breath hitching in his throat, getting caught around another low moan of Lelouch’s name. Tongue peaking out from between his lips, he drew his legs up, resting his feet flat on the floor and spreading his legs a bit for comfort; if his feet hadn’t been covered by black boots, one would be able to see his toes curling as he continued to work himself closer to completion. He was getting closer, pleasure making his insides feel as though they were coiling.

šсгəαµ, šсrəαµ, šсrəαµ
_______________
You know I make you wanna rυη frσµ µə, baby

[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 having trouble controlling himself. The other male was making it extremely difficult for him to keep his composure. His eyes were once against locked on the other male in the room. It was enough to drive anyone crazy with ecstasy. He pondered to himself about Suzaku's actions. Did he really turn the male on that much?

His eyes eyed up Sauzaku's being as he begin to unbutton the cloak around him. He found himself thinking about how sexy his outfit looked on the male, as well as, wanting to see more buttons undone. He felt the need to reach out and help Suzaku get those problem -some clothes off. He held back though, not wanting to be seen at the moment.

Oh God...the moans coming from Suzaku were intoxicating. He hung against the corner of the wall, trying to contain himself. The mumbles of his name only made things worse for him. This had to stop! If it went on any longer, he'd risk getting worked up and losing himself again.

Clutching the shackle key in his hand, he stormed back over to Suzaku. Once he was close enough, he grasped the male's wrist tightly and removed it, by force, from his pants. He wasn't going to allow Suzaku to have the satisfaction of completion. Why should he? He couldn't achieve that state of complete bliss and pleasure. At least not with his own hand, and he wasn't about to let Suzaku give him that. This was someone who had betrayed him. More over, he just wanted Suzaku to feel the same pain he was going through. His eyes gazed at the hand in his hand, at the gentle fingers. Without thinking, he leaned forward and took Suzaku's fingers in his mouth once again. He wanted any type of taste he could get of the Eleven. His tongue moved along making sure to clean the male's fingers.

Grr...he did it again! He couldn't believe that he was losing control that easily. He threw Suzaku's hand back against him. "What do you think you're doing?" He said in a harsh voice, already flustered at himself. He stepped forward towards Suzaku and placed one knee on the ground between Suzaku. He leaned forward to grasp the shackle in his hand. However, when he leaned forward, his knee moved with him, pressing tightly between the male's legs. He gentle put the key into the hole and turned it until he heard a click. He was done here.

Once he was done, he tossed the key to Suzaku and got up off the ground. He brushed his clothes casually to get the dirt and dust off. "Do as you wish now. I'm leaving this place. Don't even try to stop me. With geass, I can make anyone forget that they saw me if it comes down to that." He wasn't about to let himself be seen, but he really needed to get away from Britannia. Maybe he could go to another place. If anything, he needed to get out of this dungeon before he lost his mind.

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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’s presence didn’t register in his hazy mind until the other male stood directly in front of him, and even then Suzaku was too caught up in what he was doing to feel embarrassment over being caught just yet. He blinked slowly, about to grin at the thought that Lelouch had come back to him when his hand was forcefully wrenched out of his pants; the expression faltered, Suzaku’s brows furrowing. There was a protest on his lips, but it quickly died when, for the second time that evening, he found his fingers in Lelouch’s mouth. Suzaku’s arousal ached at the sight, and he groaned again.

And then his hand was out of Lelouch’s mouth and being thrown at him. Suzaku had to take a moment before he realized what was going on, the swift change in Lelouch’s attitude throwing him off guard and sending him into a confused state in which he could only stare dumbly at the former emperor lowering himself to the ground in front of him, key to the shackles in his hand.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

The derision in Lelouch’s voice made his face flush, humiliation finally catching up with him and keeping him from noticing how equally flustered the other male appeared. Suzaku looked away from Lelouch, biting down on his lower lip, unsure of what to say. Lelouch had seen him... heard him... Oh, god, there was nothing he could say to defend himself, not when Lelouch had already witnessed him jerking off and moaning the other’s name as he did so.

...So was that the only reason Lelouch came back? To rub it in? To flaunt that he knew what a twisted idiot Suzaku was? He needn’t bother, Suzaku already knew that.

But why had Lelouch taken his hand like that again?

As Lelouch leaned forward, his knee slid forward between Suzaku’s legs, making contact with his already straining erection. Shuddering at the friction borne from that contact, Suzaku reached out with his unshackled hand, aiming for the hem of the Knight of Seven cape but just barely managing to touch it. “Lelouch”. It was almost a pathetic whimper this time, Suzaku becoming desperate for Lelouch’s touch.

Click.

Suzaku’s head jerked to the side, eyes widening as he noticed the chain had been removed from his wrist. He held it up to his face, observing the angry red marks from the metal biting into the skin before glancing questioningly up at Lelouch. What now?

“I'm leaving this place. Don't even try to stop me.”

The rest of Lelouch’s words were lost on Suzaku, the only thing the brunette focusing on being that Lelouch planned on leaving him like this again.

...Well, Suzaku wouldn’t be made a fool of three times in a row. Despite his discomfort, and the fact that he was hanging out of his own pants, Suzaku rose to his feet and managed several long strides forward. He moved slower than normal, but still it was easy to catch up with Lelouch – able to grab hold of his arm and yank him roughly towards himself. There was a glare on his face as he wound his now-free arm tightly around Lelouch’s waist, making sure he couldn’t wriggle free.

“No way in Hell I’m letting you leave, until you finish what you’ve started.” His other hand moved up to Lelouch’s chin, tilting his face downward as he moved in to mash their lips together.

It was Lelouch’s fault that he was in such a painfully aroused state, and Suzaku would be damned if he was going to let Lelouch get away with it, or leave him there. Suzaku was the one who kept Lelouch alive – granted, not for the noblest of reasons – and so the other male wasn’t leaving without Suzaku right there next to him.

šсгəαµ, šсrəαµ, šсrəαµ
_______________
You know I make you wanna rυη frσµ µə, baby

[Soranoo]

____❧ ❧ ❧ Ľεℓøu¢ħ vi βѓiταηηiα

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

Lelouch smirked as Suzaku finally realized that he was standing there. That flushed face was a different look for the other male. It made him look away in fear of losing his composure. Everything the male did was either cute, hot, or down right sexy. He had to get out of here. He couldn't give in that easily. Although he couldn't leave the other male down in this dungeon to rot. He, at least, cared that much unlike the Eleven in front of him.

It wasn't until Suzaku called his name did he realize how close his leg was to Suzaku's. That probably wasn't a good thing, since he was trying to get out of this mess to begin with. Damn, it was Suzaku's fault! He was the one in that position. It was the only way he could unlock the shackle from him. Maybe he should of let Suzaku finish pleasuring himself?

Lelouch didn't see it coming. Suddenly he was grabbed back rather roughly and fixed against Suzaku. What was going on? Didn't Suzaku wanna get out of here as much as he did? The look on his face said otherwise.

"No way in Hell I'm letting you leave, until you finish what you've started."

Oh boy, he was in trouble now. He didn't have any time to react as Suzaku forced him into a kiss. His body acted on its own as he leaned into the kiss. This wasn't working...this wasn't....

He instantly pulled his head away, trying to release himself from Suzaku taunting....tempting lips. The pain brought him back to reality as he winced sharply. His eyes darted down, noticing Suzaku arm tightly around his waste. "S-Suzaku...that hurts...my wound." He said in a few sharp breaths as he rested his head against Suzaku's shoulder. He wasn't going to try to wiggle himself free, that would only cause more friction and pain to himself. Damn Suzaku for stabbing him like that. If he was dead, this wouldn't matter right now.

"Get over it. No matter how much your body and your mind want me, it's not going to happen." He needed to say that out loud to reassure himself as well, but he was having so much trouble resisting the male. Any small touches or even kisses set him off to want to do more with the male. He needed to get away from here fast. Hopefully, Suzaku will let go of him here and let him leave.

__________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 eyes closed, head tilting a bit to the side as he felt Lelouch respond to the kiss, even begin to return it. Unconsciously, his arms tightened around the other’s waist even further, as if he was trying to mesh them together into one being. A sound of disapproval escaped the brunette as Lelouch pulled away.

“S-Suzaku...that hurts...my wound.”

Suzaku blinked across at the other male, emerald eyes round and apologetic as he noticed the pained face staring back at him. Almost instantly, his hands loosened, moving from Lelouch’s waist to rest gently on his hips, still keeping them close together but not squeezing him as he had been before. Feeling Lelouch’s head settle on his shoulder, he brought up one of his hands to tangle it in silky black hair, running his fingers soothingly through the strands in a silent apology.

Having Lelouch so close to him was doing nothing to make his erection go away. Suzaku bit down on his bottom lip, fighting the urge to thrust his pelvis out and make contact with the other’s hips. He could feel Lelouch’s heavy breaths on his neck, and knew that no-matter how much the other was trying to deny it (even to himself), he was just as excited as Suzaku.

"Get over it. No matter how much your body and your mind want me, it's not going to happen."

Suzaku frowned, clearly frustrated with Lelouch’s continuous attempts at pushing him away. He didn’t understand... If Lelouch didn’t want this, why had he initiated it? Suzaku could see Lelouch wanted to get back at him – and if that was all it was, then certainly the first time he tricked Suzaku would have been enough. Maybe even the second time could fall under the category of getting back at him. But the third time? If Lelouch truly hadn’t wanted something more, why would he have come back the third time? He could have just left Suzaku there; or tossed the keys to him to have Suzaku free himself. But he came in again, yet again initiating intimacy as he did so. There was also the fact that Lelouch’s body was betraying his words, much like Suzaku’s had done the previous two times. With these mixed signals, Suzaku didn’t know what Lelouch wanted him to do.

He didn’t say anything at first, choosing his head to dip his head down, nosing Lelouch’s hair out of the way until he found his ear which he proceeded to lick and then n** at playfully. Slowly he began to move them forward, aiming to corner Lelouch against the wall so he couldn’t try to wriggle free (though, since he hadn’t already, Suzaku couldn’t be to sure Lelouch would even try to do so).

“You get over it,” he replied, in a voice that was reminiscent of his childhood, when he would argue with Lelouch over petty things like the other boy not being able to run fast enough to keep up with him. A much deeper, more lust-tinted version of that voice. He spoke against Lelouch’s ear, tugging gently on the lobe between words. “No matter how much you try to deny it, you want this to happen.”

šсгəαµ, šсrəαµ, šсrəαµ
_______________
You know I make you wanna rυη frσµ µə, baby

[Soranoo]

____❧ ❧ ❧ Ľεℓøu¢ħ vi βѓiταηηiα

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

Lelouch sighed for a moment as he felt the tight grip from Suzaku loosen. He was fine with this. If they could just be close, like this, everything would be fine. However, it couldn't go on like this. Suzaku had to know it as well. They hate each other more than anything. Not only that, but they're both dead to the world. What place did they actually have now?

Feeling Suzaku's hand tangle in his hair, he leaned his head back, resting it in the other male's hand. His body and mind were betraying each other. It was impossible to love another male, especially Suzaku, but his body...he was craving the male's touches so badly. He knew Suzaku was feeling the same way but there was one difference between him and Suzaku. Lelouch had more control over himself, than Suzaku did. The other male was always so rash and impulsive.

Lelouch's mouth gasped open, feeling the other's warm mouth against his ear. He felt helpless against Suzaku at this moment, allowing himself to be pushed closer towards the wall. He had to get ahold of himself. Suzaku was just obsessed with lust right now that he didn't know what he was doing. Or that's what Lelouch hoped for.

"No matter how much you try to deny it, you want this happen."

Damn that Suzaku. He was just using his own words against him. He just wanted this to happen didn't he? Well it wasn't. Without warning, Lelouch narrowed his eyes and slammed his knee between Suzaku's legs. He then pushed him down with his foot and glared darkly at him. "I said It wasn't going to happen." He spat out as he walked away from his former friend.

Once he turned the corner, he bolted (as fast as Lelouch could actually run) up the stairs and out of the dungeon. This sucked, it really sucked. His eyes gazed around trying to find some suitable place to take refuge until Suzaku's lust and anger calmed down. He knew once the male recovered, it wouldn't take long for him to catch up. If he knew Suzaku, like he thought he knew Suzaku, he would be furious. But he couldn't just let that happen, not right now.

Lelouch's run was becoming more of a stride as he forced himself to keep moving. It hadn't even been two minutes of running and he was already feeling so exhausted. No thanks to Suzaku wounding him and then doing that to him. His eyes gazed around as he found another pair of stairs. Great...more stairs. He climbed up them as fast as he could, using the railing to help project himself to move faster. He was so going to die after this just from running so much.

He breathed heavily as he reached the top and opened the door. His eyes widened revealing a garden. He blinked for a few moment not understanding this. Wasn't this the garden that his mom created? He shook the thought from his head. He couldn't be thinking about that right now. He looked around, finding some nearby bushes and jumped behind them. As he jumped in, he landed hard on his arm and scratched the side of his face with a branch. This was just great. He slowly moved his body to the best coverage spot and laid down low. Hopefully, Suzaku wouldn't think to look up here for him.

__________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 felt a trill of excitement as he heard the gasp, smiling to himself and nipping at Lelouch’s ear again. Lelouch couldn’t deny what this was doing to him; Suzaku didn’t even know why he was bothering to try. Suzaku didn’t understand why Lelouch kept doing this, changing his mind – why he would want this one minute and then play coy the next. If he was afraid, he could just say so. Suzaku would go easy on him; Suzaku could be gentle when he wanted to be.

(Though when it came to Lelouch, gentle was the last thing he found himself wanting to be; more than anything, Suzaku wanted to slam Lelouch into the wall and kiss him, take him right there as both a punishment for making him feel this way and also as a relief to himself, because the desire he felt was so strong it physically hurt.)

“Lelou—” he began to say the former emperor’s name, only to be cut off as an agonizing pain shot up his body, knocking the air out of him and rendering him incapable of speech (much less coherent thought) for a few seconds. It wasn’t until he found himself on the floor courtesy of Lelouch’s foot and the pain began to centralize in his groin that he realized what just happened. His vocal cords remembered how to work, but were only able to produce a choked whimper that was embarrassingly high-pitched. Suzaku bit down on his lower lip, screwing his eyes shut for a brief moment as he held a hand against himself like that would somehow ease the pain.

“I said it wasn’t going to happen.”

Suzaku opened his eyes to the sigh of Lelouch turning on his heal and storming out of the prison cell. His initial reaction was to jump up and go after him – catch him and deliver a swift and well-deserved kick in the groin in retaliation. But it still hurt too much to move. Suzaku withered on the floor, glaring hatefully at Lelouch and not knowing why, even for a second, he ever felt sorry for the b*****d – ever considered going easy on him.

His voice was strained, but he managed to grind out the other male’s name, his anger flooding through him, giving him the strength he needed to forget about the remaining pain and discomfort and gradually rise to his feet. After steadying himself on his feet (and this took a moment) and tucking himself back into his pants, Suzaku contemplated his next course of action. Of course he wanted his revenge. Oh, Suzaku wanted nothing more than to get back at the arrogant little p***k... And he wouldn’t be gentle. If Lelouch wanted to play rough with him, well then... Lelouch was just asking for it in return.

Lelouch had a decent head start, but what he didn’t have was the advantage of speed and stamina on his side. Suzaku, on the other hand, was blessed when it came to physical ability. It had always been something Lelouch tried to make fun of him for in the past – having more muscle than brains, being good at things that required physical strength and being able to run fast – but now it would be his ultimate gain. He would be the last one laughing, because there was only so may places Lelouch could run in such a short amount of time... Not only was Lelouch not built for physical activity, but he was injured on top of that. It couldn’t take too long for Suzaku to hunt him down.

He still couldn’t believe Lelouch would resort to such an underhanded tactic. In Suzaku’s own opinion, he hadn’t done anything to deserve such an assault. If anyone, it was Lelouch, for teasing him so mercilessly and then having the nerve to just leave.

...He needed to stop. He was getting himself worked up when what he needed to do was concentrate on finding Lelouch. Once he did, he’d be able to get back at him.


The dungeon was quiet and Suzaku breathed as silently as possible, hoping to pick up on anything that might give him a clue as to where Lelouch was going. He rounded the corner of the cell, heading for the closest exit. He took the stairs three at a time, reaching the top easily just as he heard a door slam shut. Concentrating on the noise, he was able to pinpoint the direction it came from and took off in a mad dash in that direction. The hallway was relatively long and curved a few times, but Suzaku didn’t slow down his pace for an instant. Another stairwell...Lelouch surely had to be out of breath after two flights of stairs.

It was a longer stairwell; Suzaku could almost picture Lelouch having to grab onto the railing for support as he climbed it.

At the top of the stairs there was yet another door, but this one actually led outside. Suzaku’s eyes narrowed as they were met with the bright sunlight, and he raised a hand up to block out the intrusive rays as he stepped outside. It took a few moments for him to adjust, but once he did he recognized immediately where he was. The garden. Suzaku remembered Euphemia telling him once that Prince Clovis had designed the palace garden to be a duplicate of the one at the Aries Villa – the palace Lelouch had lived with his mother and sister all those years ago.

If what Euphemia said was true, Suzaku couldn’t imagine Lelouch coming across this garden and dismissing it.

He had to be there somewhere.

...But aside from him, and possibly a few birds, the garden was deserted. Suzaku began to walk down the cobblestone path that wound around the garden, emerald eyes taking in the flowers, trying to gauge if Lelouch might be hiding behind any of the arrangements.

“Lulu,” he called, keeping his voice to a whisper and also afraid to use the former emperor’s full name. They were technically both dead to the world... he didn’t want anyone being drawn to the gardens by hearing the name Lelouch.

As he was passing a row of taller bushes, something caught his eye. Something reflecting the sun. Suzaku paused in his tracks, turned and faced the bushes. “Lulu,” he said again, more surely this time.

šсгəαµ, šсrəαµ, šсrəαµ
_______________
You know I make you wanna rυη frσµ µə, baby

[Soranoo]

____❧ ❧ ❧ Ľεℓøu¢ħ vi βѓiταηηiα

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

Lelouch sighed in relief as he attempted to catch his breath. He didn't remember running that much or that hard in his life. Slowly he propped himself up against the nearest tree. He rested his back against the base and laid against it, trying to relax. Surely, he'd have enough time to calculate a plan against his friend. It was Suzaku after all, how hard could it be?

He winced slightly as he cursed Suzaku's name. It was all Suzaku's fault that he was in this shape. Hopefully he didn't hurt his wound too much. His right arm was killing him at the moment as well. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to land on it. He wasn't too worried about it though. He just needed to leave it be and the pain would go away.

He rested his head back as he looked at the sky. It really was nice up here. It reminded him of home, before he had to worry about anything. When his mother and Nunnally was with him and everything was so peaceful. How did everything get so messed up then? His head suddenly turned towards the stairs. It couldn't be! He couldn't have caught up that fast could he? Damn him for being so fast! He always was insanely athletic.

"Lulu..."

His body tensed up as that name rang through his ears. They was Suzaku said his nickname disgusted him. He wasn't some dog that was going to come running to him when he called his name. It was fine. He just needed to stay still. Maybe Suzaku would leave the place and search somewhere else?

The footsteps started to get closer and closer to him as he heard the other male call his name again. His eyes dropped down to see the sunlight reflecting off his outfit in Suzaku's directions. He was so caught now. But he wouldn't let Suzaku know he was freaked out at the moment. He just had to stay cool and collected. He slowly closed his eyes as he took in a deep breath. There was no use hiding any longer. Suzaku already knew he was there and maybe he could mess with Suzaku's mind so he'd just forget about everything that happened before this.

"I've never heard you call me by that name before." He said in a calm voice as his eyes opened and looked towards Suzaku's direction. "Suzaku, doesn't this garden look familiar? It's a replica of my mothers. Even though it's been so long, I remember it perfectly. Wouldn't it be great if we could go back to that time?" He turned slightly a winced, looking away from the male so he couldn't see the hint of pain on his face. That was the last thing he needed. If Suzaku found out that he hurt himself more, then it would be so easy for his friend to do away with him.

He didn't know what was going to happen next. He just had to wait and see what Suzaku was going to do now that he was found again.

__________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 hoped that Lelouch would reveal himself, as he was hardly in the mood to drag the former emperor out from hid hiding spot in the bushes. He waited expectantly, arms crossed over his chest, wondering all the while what exactly he was supposed to do with Lelouch now. While he was still affected by the intimacy they’d shared while in the dungeon cell, the blow to his groin had been an affective means of quelling the seemingly insatiable desire that had threatened to overwhelm Suzaku before. That wasn’t to say he wouldn’t want to continue – he firmly believed Lelouch needed to finish what he’d started – but that need wasn’t overtaking him completely.

So, what should he do? There wasn’t anywhere in particular he could bring Lelouch, except for back down to the dungeon, and he was sure neither of them really wanted that. Suzaku did want Lelouch close by, somewhere within reach where Lelouch couldn’t escape from; he’d been the one to keep Lelouch from dying – it had been Suzaku’s own idea of a fitting punishment, and so he was not about to let the other male just do as he pleased.

They would have to leave the palace. Lelouch had been correct when he argued that Suzaku couldn’t keep him in the dungeon forever. But where would they go? Suzaku still had his duties as Zero to attend to, and as much as he resented it he would not be backing out of that part of the bargain. A safe-house, somewhere far enough away that they wouldn’t be bothered, where they could stay together; Suzaku would just have to make daily treks back to the palace – but then what of Lelouch? There was no way for Suzaku to keep an eye on him if he was at the palace.

These thoughts, as important as they were, halted the moment Lelouch revealed himself from the exact place Suzaku predicted he’d been hiding. He was a bit surprised Lelouch didn’t say anything about what had happened down in the prison cell. Instead, the other brought up the subject of that nickname.

It was true, Suzaku had never addressed Lelouch as Lulu before; that was a right reserved only for Shirley (but Suzaku tried not to think about that). He hung his head for a moment, feeling a twinge of guilt over using the name, which was completely ridiculous but he couldn’t help it. “I didn’t want to attract attention,” he admitted, though it was safe enough to say they wouldn’t be disturbed in the gardens. Still, one could never be too careful, especially when it came to matters of life and death.

More than the mention of Lulu, Suzaku was shocked by Lelouch’s bringing up the past, the garden at the palace he’d lived in back when his mother was still alive. Suzaku’s gaze trailed to the side, taking in the arrangements of flowers. He’d only seen pictures of the Aires Imperial Villa, and he’d heard that having this garden designed after Lady Marianne’s was the doing of Prince Clovis. Still, pictures only showed so much; Suzaku had never been there in person – he’d never seen the real garden. But he wished he could have.

“Lelouch...” He spoke the other’s full name this time, though in a whisper that would only be audible to Lelouch because of their close proximity.

He wondered what ‘time’ Lelouch was referring to – the time when he’d been living with his mother and sister at the palace, or the time when he and his sister were guests (prisoners) in the Kururugi house. In his mind, he knew the answer: that Lelouch wanted that time when he was a prince back, that time when he was happy with his mother and his sister, before he knew the meaning of the word ‘tragedy’. For Suzaku, ‘that time’ was very different, if he could go back into his childhood at all, he wouldn’t choose a point that didn’t include Lelouch and Nunnally in it. That summer, as short as it had been, had been one of the best in Suzaku’s life.

...It was useless to be dwelling on the past. They couldn’t go back in time. If they could... If they could, Suzaku would have done so to prevent so many things from happening. He would have stopped Lelouch from becoming Zero, somehow; he would have saved Euphemia from her unfortunate and undeserved fate.

Why did Lelouch even mention it? It was upsetting for both of them, to think about all that had happened back then.

Slowly, Suzaku raised his eyes back to Lelouch’s face, taking notice of something he hadn’t before. A cut on the former emperor’s cheek.

Without thinking, Suzaku stepped forward, reaching out and unknowingly grabbing the arm that Lelouch had fallen on roughly when he’d been hiding and pulling him closer so that their bodies were practically flush against each other. “Your cheek...” Suzaku’s free hand gently touched Lelouch’s cheek, and he felt the sudden urge to either kiss him or lick away the blood that was pooling at the base of the cut.

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.