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snowdevil-crow.livejournal.com in code_geassTitle: Interlude
Author: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Rating: M
Summary: On the way to meet with the Emperor, Lelouch tries one last diversionary tactic on Suzaku.
Other Notes: Aha, I thought I'd already posted this here. I guess not. Just another request from the kink meme... *sigh*
The problem basically boiled down to this: Knightmare frames were not, as a rule, built to carry more than one person. Lancelot was no exception — the cockpit was big enough to hold the pilot and allow him some room for manoeuverability, but there was no way for two people to fit into it at all comfortably.
Yet equally impossible was the idea of carrying Zero in the Lancelot’s hands as they crossed the ocean to Britannia, displaying his identity to the world. Suzaku’s request for a promotion would be denied if he so easily revealed the true face of the rebel leader instead of taking him into captivity in secret.
As he stood outside the cockpit pondering his choices, he caught the brief flicker of a smirk crossing Lelouch’s face, and that decided it.
What Suzaku noticed right away was that he didn’t struggle, because that was all wrong. Lelouch always struggled, he hated having anyone tell him what to do — it was simply in his nature to rebel against whatever was demanded of him. If he didn’t struggle it meant that he was just biding his time, waiting for the chance to strike.
And yet here, now, he submitted easily as Suzaku shoved him into the cockpit and then followed after, made no complaints about the awkward, probably painful positions that he was forced to adopt as Suzaku tried to sort out a way that he could get at the pilot controls properly in the cramped space; he hadn’t really struggled at all, in fact, since Suzaku removed the bomb and Kallen ran. So it followed that he must be waiting, must be planning something — because Lelouch always had a back-up plan.
But what could he hope to accomplish in this state? Forced down on his knees, hands bound behind him, body contorted awkwardly so that his head rested almost on Suzaku’s inner thigh — and that was a little uncomfortable, to be sure, but there was no helping that. It was the only way they managed to both fit in here.
A few minutes into their flight over the ocean, Suzaku became aware of a problem. The Lancelot was running low on power, and had already been in several battles this evening — perhaps because of this its normally smooth flight was disturbed by slight, frequent tremors. They ran their way up from the metal floor of the cockpit to Lelouch’s head, laid as it was against Suzaku’s thigh, and forced it into a slight, gentle rubbing motion that made Suzaku grit his teeth.
But he kept his head. He forced himself to not think about, to not think about anything, in fact, aside from his goal. There was no time for regrets or human weakness now. Even as Lelouch’s head gradually slid farther up his leg, carried so by the rhythmic shudder of the Lancelot, he did not react — and it was strange, wasn’t it, that Lelouch wasn’t moving away? He wasn’t unconscious, was he?
Suzaku wished this journey wasn’t so simple and straightforward. He wished for any sort of scenery aside from the endless deep blue of the ocean beneath him, or even for a battle. He wished he had something to distract him from the bump of Lelouch’s nose and cheekbones and slack mouth almost against his crotch, distract him from the tiny sparks of pleasure it was beginning to send through him.
He tried to think about what he would do when he gave Zero — gave Lelouch — over to the Emperor, how exactly he would phrase his demand. He thought of Euphie, beautiful, sweet, kind Euphie and all his anger toward her murderer.
He tried not to think of the look in Lelouch’s eyes when the mask broke, or the sharp, bitter ache of disappointment he’d felt in that instant; now he felt nothing but numbness, and a steadily building arousal —
He let out a hiss of breath, hopefully inaudible above the hum of the engine. He hoped Lelouch really was unconscious, that he couldn’t see what sort of effect the strangely attractive vulnerability of his position and heat of his face pressing against Suzaku’s inner thigh was having. With luck — and since when had he ever had that? — the traitor would stay sleeping for the remainder of the trip.
A tiny sigh, a movement, and Lelouch’s mouth was pressed insistently against the hardening bulge at Suzaku’s crotch.
Suzaku gasped, couldn’t stop his legs from jerking, and looked down — beneath the bangs that had fallen across Lelouch’s face there was a tiny glimmer of purple — and Suzaku understood. He hadn’t given up at all, he’d just been waiting for his chance to gain the upper hand.
“Stop — you sick — ” he managed to get out before the other boy licked his erection through the cloth. He shut his eyes and sighed, hands tightening around the controls.
It was wrong, it was disgusting, it was letting him win, and yet...
Lelouch was so gentle, his lips so soft as they kissed carefully through the skin-tight fabric of the pilot suit. It was almost like they weren’t enemies at all, the way he was mouthing him so gently through the fabric, and his nose rubbed against the base of his balls in time to the Lancelot’s shudder.
Suzaku took a breath and looked away, attempting to maintain his composure. But he couldn’t help his hips rocking forward into the pleasant friction just a little, just enough to make him wish terribly for more.
He couldn’t see Lelouch’s face, wasn’t even looking at him, but he could almost feel his smirk. I’ve won, said the tiny kisses. I’m the one in control now, he mouthed against the flesh beneath the cloth, and never mind that the chances of him actually managing to escape due to this were less than one in a thousand. It would be enough that he had the power to make Suzaku come.
Once upon a time, Suzaku would have allowed this, would have ceded control with a laugh and a smile to his friend and enjoyed being pleasured.
Not now. He was done with letting this bastard control him.
It was a good thing after all that the journey was so calm — it meant that Suzaku only needed one hand to drive. The other he removed from the controls and set on Lelouch’s head, gently at first. The mouth’s movement stopped, and he felt him pull back a little, and he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled tight.
There was a grunt of pain, and Suzaku considered pulling back even more so that he could see Lelouch’s face, blushing and contorted in pain, mouth open to ask —
Without a word he moved his hand so that Lelouch was forced to take the entirety of his cloth-covered erection into his mouth. He looked up again at the scenery and ignored the muffled sounds of protest, concentrating on the wet warmth of his one-time friend’s mouth and tongue as he moved again, forcing a slow rhythm to begin.
He jerked his hips forward in time, no longer concerned — after all, he was in control now. Before, Lelouch had been pleasuring him. Now, Suzaku was pleasuring himself using Lelouch’s mouth. The difference was all that mattered.
Still, his breath caught in his throat, and his cheeks flushed, and when he came at last, when they were about a third of the way across the ocean to the Emperor, he let out a voiced gasp and shuddered against the other’s mouth.
A moment passed and he set Lelouch’s limp head against his knee, probably hurting his neck from the position, and continued on the journey with a slightly faster heartbeat.
I’ll have to change before I meet with the Emperor, he thought, and spared no other thought for Lelouch.
Author: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Rating: M
Summary: On the way to meet with the Emperor, Lelouch tries one last diversionary tactic on Suzaku.
Other Notes: Aha, I thought I'd already posted this here. I guess not. Just another request from the kink meme... *sigh*
The problem basically boiled down to this: Knightmare frames were not, as a rule, built to carry more than one person. Lancelot was no exception — the cockpit was big enough to hold the pilot and allow him some room for manoeuverability, but there was no way for two people to fit into it at all comfortably.
Yet equally impossible was the idea of carrying Zero in the Lancelot’s hands as they crossed the ocean to Britannia, displaying his identity to the world. Suzaku’s request for a promotion would be denied if he so easily revealed the true face of the rebel leader instead of taking him into captivity in secret.
As he stood outside the cockpit pondering his choices, he caught the brief flicker of a smirk crossing Lelouch’s face, and that decided it.
What Suzaku noticed right away was that he didn’t struggle, because that was all wrong. Lelouch always struggled, he hated having anyone tell him what to do — it was simply in his nature to rebel against whatever was demanded of him. If he didn’t struggle it meant that he was just biding his time, waiting for the chance to strike.
And yet here, now, he submitted easily as Suzaku shoved him into the cockpit and then followed after, made no complaints about the awkward, probably painful positions that he was forced to adopt as Suzaku tried to sort out a way that he could get at the pilot controls properly in the cramped space; he hadn’t really struggled at all, in fact, since Suzaku removed the bomb and Kallen ran. So it followed that he must be waiting, must be planning something — because Lelouch always had a back-up plan.
But what could he hope to accomplish in this state? Forced down on his knees, hands bound behind him, body contorted awkwardly so that his head rested almost on Suzaku’s inner thigh — and that was a little uncomfortable, to be sure, but there was no helping that. It was the only way they managed to both fit in here.
A few minutes into their flight over the ocean, Suzaku became aware of a problem. The Lancelot was running low on power, and had already been in several battles this evening — perhaps because of this its normally smooth flight was disturbed by slight, frequent tremors. They ran their way up from the metal floor of the cockpit to Lelouch’s head, laid as it was against Suzaku’s thigh, and forced it into a slight, gentle rubbing motion that made Suzaku grit his teeth.
But he kept his head. He forced himself to not think about, to not think about anything, in fact, aside from his goal. There was no time for regrets or human weakness now. Even as Lelouch’s head gradually slid farther up his leg, carried so by the rhythmic shudder of the Lancelot, he did not react — and it was strange, wasn’t it, that Lelouch wasn’t moving away? He wasn’t unconscious, was he?
Suzaku wished this journey wasn’t so simple and straightforward. He wished for any sort of scenery aside from the endless deep blue of the ocean beneath him, or even for a battle. He wished he had something to distract him from the bump of Lelouch’s nose and cheekbones and slack mouth almost against his crotch, distract him from the tiny sparks of pleasure it was beginning to send through him.
He tried to think about what he would do when he gave Zero — gave Lelouch — over to the Emperor, how exactly he would phrase his demand. He thought of Euphie, beautiful, sweet, kind Euphie and all his anger toward her murderer.
He tried not to think of the look in Lelouch’s eyes when the mask broke, or the sharp, bitter ache of disappointment he’d felt in that instant; now he felt nothing but numbness, and a steadily building arousal —
He let out a hiss of breath, hopefully inaudible above the hum of the engine. He hoped Lelouch really was unconscious, that he couldn’t see what sort of effect the strangely attractive vulnerability of his position and heat of his face pressing against Suzaku’s inner thigh was having. With luck — and since when had he ever had that? — the traitor would stay sleeping for the remainder of the trip.
A tiny sigh, a movement, and Lelouch’s mouth was pressed insistently against the hardening bulge at Suzaku’s crotch.
Suzaku gasped, couldn’t stop his legs from jerking, and looked down — beneath the bangs that had fallen across Lelouch’s face there was a tiny glimmer of purple — and Suzaku understood. He hadn’t given up at all, he’d just been waiting for his chance to gain the upper hand.
“Stop — you sick — ” he managed to get out before the other boy licked his erection through the cloth. He shut his eyes and sighed, hands tightening around the controls.
It was wrong, it was disgusting, it was letting him win, and yet...
Lelouch was so gentle, his lips so soft as they kissed carefully through the skin-tight fabric of the pilot suit. It was almost like they weren’t enemies at all, the way he was mouthing him so gently through the fabric, and his nose rubbed against the base of his balls in time to the Lancelot’s shudder.
Suzaku took a breath and looked away, attempting to maintain his composure. But he couldn’t help his hips rocking forward into the pleasant friction just a little, just enough to make him wish terribly for more.
He couldn’t see Lelouch’s face, wasn’t even looking at him, but he could almost feel his smirk. I’ve won, said the tiny kisses. I’m the one in control now, he mouthed against the flesh beneath the cloth, and never mind that the chances of him actually managing to escape due to this were less than one in a thousand. It would be enough that he had the power to make Suzaku come.
Once upon a time, Suzaku would have allowed this, would have ceded control with a laugh and a smile to his friend and enjoyed being pleasured.
Not now. He was done with letting this bastard control him.
It was a good thing after all that the journey was so calm — it meant that Suzaku only needed one hand to drive. The other he removed from the controls and set on Lelouch’s head, gently at first. The mouth’s movement stopped, and he felt him pull back a little, and he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled tight.
There was a grunt of pain, and Suzaku considered pulling back even more so that he could see Lelouch’s face, blushing and contorted in pain, mouth open to ask —
Without a word he moved his hand so that Lelouch was forced to take the entirety of his cloth-covered erection into his mouth. He looked up again at the scenery and ignored the muffled sounds of protest, concentrating on the wet warmth of his one-time friend’s mouth and tongue as he moved again, forcing a slow rhythm to begin.
He jerked his hips forward in time, no longer concerned — after all, he was in control now. Before, Lelouch had been pleasuring him. Now, Suzaku was pleasuring himself using Lelouch’s mouth. The difference was all that mattered.
Still, his breath caught in his throat, and his cheeks flushed, and when he came at last, when they were about a third of the way across the ocean to the Emperor, he let out a voiced gasp and shuddered against the other’s mouth.
A moment passed and he set Lelouch’s limp head against his knee, probably hurting his neck from the position, and continued on the journey with a slightly faster heartbeat.
I’ll have to change before I meet with the Emperor, he thought, and spared no other thought for Lelouch.
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XD Good fic <3
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Different, but awesome!!
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"and that was a little uncomfortable, to be sure, but there was no helping that." --> I think 'for sure' may be better here?
"But he kept his head." --> 'cool' or 'control' would probably have been better here because you just talked about Lelouch's head in the paragraph before that, so it was a little jarring.
"Suzaku gasped, couldn’t stop his legs from jerking, and looked down — beneath the bangs that had fallen across Lelouch’s face there was a tiny glimmer of purple — and Suzaku understood." --> You should probably cut the 'and' before 'looked down' for a smoother flow.
That's all I noticed, I think. Really just being nitpicky. I hope you don't mind this kind of comments, I'm not saying my own writing is better or that I'm the grammar/style God, I just like to point out these things to help writers. Uh.
In any case, very enjoyable.
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