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snowdevil-crow.livejournal.com in code_geass... I debated with myself for a long time on whether or not I should post this and out my anon-hood from the kink meme... but... Well, I would dearly love some critique on my smut, and kink memes aren't exactly critiquing places. So.
I give you smutfic.
Title: Twin
Warnings: spoilers for the end of Zero Requiem, homosexuality, angst overload.
Rating: M to NC-17 (not sure...?)
Prompt: Sometime after the end of Zero Requiem, Zero finds himself feeling lonely...
“You must obey me, right?” His voice was a hiss from beneath the mask, throaty from misuse. The other nodded, face blank, and Zero found that he wanted to hit him for it. Three weeks it had been since Zero Requiem — three weeks since he had died, and everyone still acted as though everything was good and right in the world. As thought it were perfect now that he was gone.
He couldn’t stand it. This once proud man now obeying his orders without question, locked as ever in the spell of his Geass. It wasn’t fair. Why was this brother alive and not the other? Why was it that this man reminded him so much of - of him, when they looked nothing alike? Blond hair where there had been black, blue eyes where there had been purple. And tall, large framed, strong in the way he never had been.
But that same intelligence and innate grace in his movements, that same confidence, almost arrogance when speaking to others. Not to Zero, of course, though. To Zero he was always obedient and submissive and —
“Comfort me.” The request came out unbidden, unexpected and desperate, but in the next moment he realized that he meant it. He needed this — needed something that no one else could give him, not the palace servants with their awed reverence, not the Black Knights with all their false loyalty, not the witch with her silent understanding, not Nunally with all her kindness and forgiveness. He needed the man’s brother, someone as clever and ambitious and arrogant as he had been, never mind the physical differences.
Schneizel looked at him in some surprise. “Lord Zero?”
Zero cleared his throat, stood up a little straighter. “You heard me,” he said more clearly, more authoritatively. He was glad that no one dared enter this room without his leave, situated within his own private quarters as it was.
Understanding dawned on Schneizel’s face, and he bowed. “Of course, lord.” He crossed the room to kneel before Zero. “What would you require?”
Zero swallowed. Here he was unsure of what to do. As Kururugi Suzaku, he had been at turns happily submissive and angrily dominant — that last time when he was with him he had been so full of grief at the knowledge of what would come to them the next day that he wasn’t even sure who had taken the lead. And now, now that he was Zero? How was he supposed to act?
He tilted his head on one side, conscious of the weight of the mask. Schneizel was still waiting for orders. “Do... whatever you think right,” he arrived at, eventually. Yes, he would have wanted to take control, and right now all he wanted was to think of him.
Schneizel nodded. “Of course, Lord Zero.” He removed his gloves and set them aside carefully.
“Would you like to sit, Lord Zero?” he asked politely — too politely. It was wrong. He would have been so much more forceful and arrogant about it, as Emperor. He always wanted to feel as though he were in control.
“Do not speak that way to me,” said Zero. It came out low, almost a growl. As Schneizel looked up with some confusion, he swallowed, tried to regain his composure somewhat. “Listen, here. I want you to... I want you to pleasure me. I want you to make me feel good.”
“Right away, Lord Zero.”
“... and I want you to do it acting as though you are...” and here he paused, the name stuck in his throat, and he wanted to keep it there. Locked within him, forever safe from the rest of the world. But Schneizel was looking up at him with such trusting obedience, such pliability, and he had to go on. “... act as though you are — Lelouch.”
The man’s eyes widened only momentarily, and then the Geass that had been placed on him (obey Zero) took hold. He stood from his kneeling position — because he never kneeled, to anyone, ever, except once when begging for help from his oldest friend —
Zero’s thoughts were mercifully interrupted by the sensation of slim, strong fingers stroking up the inside of his thigh.
Schneizel’s other hand pushed him down forcefully into a chair — perhaps too forcefully, because he never had such strength — but Zero let it go as the other man stroked insistently at his inner thighs. He was half-hard already by the time Schneizel reached with steady, sure hands, into the front of his pants and pulled them down gently.
And that was right, of course. He always had a degree of gentleness when he was in control, gloating over the power he had over his partner.
The way that Schneizel stroked his cock into hardness, all gentleness and gloating half-smiles at the way he trembled and moaned, deep in his throat — the way his fingers moved, soft, pale, aristocratic, a pianist’s agility — it was close enough that if the man behind Zero’s mask shut his eyes he could imagine that it was someone else. Imagine that it was him.
His breath, hot and wet against the head of Zero’s cock. His lips, kissing and suckling at it, his tongue licking up his length, drawing another moan from him. His mouth, taking him in at last, warm and wet and inviting, suckling gently. Black hair, not blond, tickling Zero’s inner thighs as the other man began to bob, moving up and down along his erection. Purple eyes, not blue, half shut with desire above the slightly blushing cheeks.
His fingers that stroked at his sac, felt along between his legs until they found his entrance and pushed into it carefully, carefully, his mouth and tongue still working around his cock as the fingers pushed and probed —
“L-Lelouch!”
His name that he choked out in a gasp as he came without warning into the other man’s welcoming mouth. Sometime during this endeavour he had moved his hand so that it was entangled in the man’s hair — blond, he realized as he opened his eyes and returned to reality. Blond, not black.
Schneizel swallowed without complaint, and stood slowly. “Lord Zero?” he said. There was only the slightest of flushes on his cheeks.
Wrong. Lelouch would have chewed me out about not giving him warning.
Realizing that he was expecting a reply, Zero nodded as regally as he could. “... you may go now,” he said at last, when he had steadied his breathing. And Schneizel did, without protest.
Left alone in his chambers, Zero stared blankly at the wall. Blond, not black hair. Blue, not purple eyes. Too tall, too strong, too biddable and happily subservient.
As he smoothed his clothes down and stood, shakily, Suzaku at last accepted that Lelouch was gone — had been gone for three weeks — and that he was never coming back.
I give you smutfic.
Title: Twin
Warnings: spoilers for the end of Zero Requiem, homosexuality, angst overload.
Rating: M to NC-17 (not sure...?)
Prompt: Sometime after the end of Zero Requiem, Zero finds himself feeling lonely...
“You must obey me, right?” His voice was a hiss from beneath the mask, throaty from misuse. The other nodded, face blank, and Zero found that he wanted to hit him for it. Three weeks it had been since Zero Requiem — three weeks since he had died, and everyone still acted as though everything was good and right in the world. As thought it were perfect now that he was gone.
He couldn’t stand it. This once proud man now obeying his orders without question, locked as ever in the spell of his Geass. It wasn’t fair. Why was this brother alive and not the other? Why was it that this man reminded him so much of - of him, when they looked nothing alike? Blond hair where there had been black, blue eyes where there had been purple. And tall, large framed, strong in the way he never had been.
But that same intelligence and innate grace in his movements, that same confidence, almost arrogance when speaking to others. Not to Zero, of course, though. To Zero he was always obedient and submissive and —
“Comfort me.” The request came out unbidden, unexpected and desperate, but in the next moment he realized that he meant it. He needed this — needed something that no one else could give him, not the palace servants with their awed reverence, not the Black Knights with all their false loyalty, not the witch with her silent understanding, not Nunally with all her kindness and forgiveness. He needed the man’s brother, someone as clever and ambitious and arrogant as he had been, never mind the physical differences.
Schneizel looked at him in some surprise. “Lord Zero?”
Zero cleared his throat, stood up a little straighter. “You heard me,” he said more clearly, more authoritatively. He was glad that no one dared enter this room without his leave, situated within his own private quarters as it was.
Understanding dawned on Schneizel’s face, and he bowed. “Of course, lord.” He crossed the room to kneel before Zero. “What would you require?”
Zero swallowed. Here he was unsure of what to do. As Kururugi Suzaku, he had been at turns happily submissive and angrily dominant — that last time when he was with him he had been so full of grief at the knowledge of what would come to them the next day that he wasn’t even sure who had taken the lead. And now, now that he was Zero? How was he supposed to act?
He tilted his head on one side, conscious of the weight of the mask. Schneizel was still waiting for orders. “Do... whatever you think right,” he arrived at, eventually. Yes, he would have wanted to take control, and right now all he wanted was to think of him.
Schneizel nodded. “Of course, Lord Zero.” He removed his gloves and set them aside carefully.
“Would you like to sit, Lord Zero?” he asked politely — too politely. It was wrong. He would have been so much more forceful and arrogant about it, as Emperor. He always wanted to feel as though he were in control.
“Do not speak that way to me,” said Zero. It came out low, almost a growl. As Schneizel looked up with some confusion, he swallowed, tried to regain his composure somewhat. “Listen, here. I want you to... I want you to pleasure me. I want you to make me feel good.”
“Right away, Lord Zero.”
“... and I want you to do it acting as though you are...” and here he paused, the name stuck in his throat, and he wanted to keep it there. Locked within him, forever safe from the rest of the world. But Schneizel was looking up at him with such trusting obedience, such pliability, and he had to go on. “... act as though you are — Lelouch.”
The man’s eyes widened only momentarily, and then the Geass that had been placed on him (obey Zero) took hold. He stood from his kneeling position — because he never kneeled, to anyone, ever, except once when begging for help from his oldest friend —
Zero’s thoughts were mercifully interrupted by the sensation of slim, strong fingers stroking up the inside of his thigh.
Schneizel’s other hand pushed him down forcefully into a chair — perhaps too forcefully, because he never had such strength — but Zero let it go as the other man stroked insistently at his inner thighs. He was half-hard already by the time Schneizel reached with steady, sure hands, into the front of his pants and pulled them down gently.
And that was right, of course. He always had a degree of gentleness when he was in control, gloating over the power he had over his partner.
The way that Schneizel stroked his cock into hardness, all gentleness and gloating half-smiles at the way he trembled and moaned, deep in his throat — the way his fingers moved, soft, pale, aristocratic, a pianist’s agility — it was close enough that if the man behind Zero’s mask shut his eyes he could imagine that it was someone else. Imagine that it was him.
His breath, hot and wet against the head of Zero’s cock. His lips, kissing and suckling at it, his tongue licking up his length, drawing another moan from him. His mouth, taking him in at last, warm and wet and inviting, suckling gently. Black hair, not blond, tickling Zero’s inner thighs as the other man began to bob, moving up and down along his erection. Purple eyes, not blue, half shut with desire above the slightly blushing cheeks.
His fingers that stroked at his sac, felt along between his legs until they found his entrance and pushed into it carefully, carefully, his mouth and tongue still working around his cock as the fingers pushed and probed —
“L-Lelouch!”
His name that he choked out in a gasp as he came without warning into the other man’s welcoming mouth. Sometime during this endeavour he had moved his hand so that it was entangled in the man’s hair — blond, he realized as he opened his eyes and returned to reality. Blond, not black.
Schneizel swallowed without complaint, and stood slowly. “Lord Zero?” he said. There was only the slightest of flushes on his cheeks.
Wrong. Lelouch would have chewed me out about not giving him warning.
Realizing that he was expecting a reply, Zero nodded as regally as he could. “... you may go now,” he said at last, when he had steadied his breathing. And Schneizel did, without protest.
Left alone in his chambers, Zero stared blankly at the wall. Blond, not black hair. Blue, not purple eyes. Too tall, too strong, too biddable and happily subservient.
As he smoothed his clothes down and stood, shakily, Suzaku at last accepted that Lelouch was gone — had been gone for three weeks — and that he was never coming back.
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SchneizelSuzaku is a pairing I'm kind of iffy about, but I really enjoyed reading this. Felt kind of bad for Schneizel though being used like that, but also felt bad for Suzaku 'cause no-one can ever replace Lelouch. D':
Awesome job~ <3
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*heart goes snappy all over again*
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SUZAKUUUUU~
;A;
It managed to be hot, despite the neverending angst. Submissive!Schneizel is WEIRD but also somehow hot.
Lovely job.
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But yeah, I'm glad you enjoyed it anyway. ^^
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/purrs