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inulovinkit.livejournal.com in code_geassSo, here I am working on my usual fanfic, and then suddenly I get this urge to write violent Suzaku/Kallen hatesex. XD
Aaaalrighty then.
Title: Given Up
Pairing: Suzaku/Kallen
Rating: Hard R; dub-con
Summary: What's the point of regretting things when you have nothing left to lose?
(Oh, and lets pretend this takes place before Drugzaku and/or in place of Drugzaku. It makes more sense that way.)
How long had it been since she had been taken here?
Hmm...she could hardly remember. The days and nights drifted together here, in this small, confined little box they had locked her up in. Trapped in a cage like an animal! That was the current status of Kozuki Karen, Ace of the Black Knights.
How had this happened? Sure, she could think on and on on what she should have done in that battle beforehand, the things she could have done differently to avoid the mistake, but here, trapped in this cell, it did no good.
There was no way to change the past.
If there was, then she would have done it ages ago--she would have found a way to save her brother that horrible day...
Sighing, Kallen rested her forehead in her hands. Yet, the reality was, wishing for change and hoping that things had ended up differently did nothing. Her brother was dead. And here she was, captured, likely to end up dead as well.
There was nothing to be done about the past.
All that could be done was to work to change the future.
Her blue eyes narrowed as she thought quickly. She had thought on this before, many times, and so far, nothing had changed.
She had thought, in the early days, that Lelouch would come and save her. He had promised. And more than that--she was his star pilot, the Ace of the Black Knights. How long could they manage without her on the front lines? Of course they would come and save her at once, was what she thought.
Ha. A foolish thought even now.
Whether Lelouch had simply forgot, or that he was a lying bastard didn't matter. The fact was, he certainly wasn't coming to save her any time soon. The only chance she had was to make a chance herself.
But now there was a problem.
This...box, or whatever, had no openings. No lock that she could pick. The door could not be easily shoved aside. And she could even see the cameras all around, pointed directly at her. Every action she did was already recorded. What could she do, but sit here and wait for a chance?
Though it seemed that finally, after days of waiting, her hard work was to be rewarded.
It was time for her meager dinner. It wasn't much--water, some bread, a little meat--but it was better than the stuff they fed her before she was transferred to the new cell. She had a feeling that someone she once knew had something to do with that.
The guard who brought it was the same as always--dressed in the same plain guard uniform, with the same gun located at his hip. But since had appeared so perfectly during her plotting session, she couldn't help but notice one other thing--the guardsman also had a knife buckled to his belt, too.
A knife that, if in her possession, could be very useful indeed.
As the pressurized door slid open, she only had seconds to come up with her plan. But it was a good one--if she did it right, it could not fail.
Kallen stood up from the lone chair, slightly sore from sitting all day, but alert nonetheless. The guard approached, and though she couldn't see his face under that grey helmet, she suspected he held a look of boredom with his task--well, all the better.
Putting a haughty look on her face, she spoke with disgust, "Is this it?"
"Shut your mouth, Eleven Bitch," the guard shot back. "It's a lot better than what you'd usually be getting, if Lord Kururugi hadn't taken a liking to you."
"Hmph! I bet," she scowled, taking the tray from the man. And ah--oh no! It looked like her fingers slipped, spilling the water all down her chest!
"Damnit! Now look what you've done, Brit Shit! How dare you!" She screeched in Japanese, glaring back. Glancing down at her sopping wet chest--the way the water managed to stick to all the wrong places on that low neckline and--yep, he was looking--She roared in fury, "You bastard! This is what you think I'm here for, huh? Then take this, you rogue Brit!" She flung the tray back in his face, spilling the contents of the meal all over him.
"Why you little--!" A hand shot out to slap her across the face. And she didn't even care. No, even as he assaulted her, Kozuki Karen's eyes narrowed down in hatred.
"I won't be handled by one such as you, Britannian coward! You're not even worthy to lick the boots of your superiors if this is how you treat your prisoners!"
The guard grabbed her arm roughly, pulling her forward. "You're just an Eleven Bitch! You don't deserve fair treatment, you traitor!"
"Let go of you me you--"
"That's enough!"
She couldn't help it, a sigh escaped her. That was it, get another stupid officer in here, and then...
"L-Lord Kururugi! I was only--"
Damnit. Him. Well, better than nothing, she supposed.
"I said, that's enough," Suzaku glared harshly, as he walked towards the cell. "Let Miss Kozuki go."
"But, My Lord--!"
"Didn't you hear me? I said, Let her go."
And then he did. She'd have to act fast--as he let her go and turned to face his superior officer, she fell forward, bumping against the man's back as if her strength had given out.
She was quick--before Suzaku had even started berating the man, she silently removed the knife, hidden by her own form. She was sliding it up her sleeve as she pulled away, breathing heavily as if still affected by the attack.
Simple. Easy. And now it was done.
"Miss Kozuki is an important prisoner, as you should know." Suzaku continued. "I ordered that no one was to lay a hand on her. She was one of the ones in Zero's top circle. She's important to us if we want to get information. And that is why I will not have anyone harming her, is that understood?"
What else could the man say? He was ordered. "Understood, My Lord."
"Good, now go get her another tray before I report this."
"Yes, My Lord," the man grudgingly agreed, marching out of the cell, while muttering under his breath, "She only gets special treatment cuz you want her in your pants, Kururugi."
Suzaku pretended he didn't hear that. He'd had enough for today. Turning back towards his former classmate, he asked, "Are you all right?"
"Hmph. Fine," she responded in Japanese. "It's not like any Britannian bastard could hurt me."
"Even so, he was out of line. He needed to be--" Suddenly, Suzaku noticed something. Was it his imagination, or did her right sleeve bulge out a little too much? He was certain it wasn't that way before...
Wait a minute--
Turning around, Suzaku called for the guard he had just dismissed. "You there, stop!"
"What?" the man asked.
"Inspection," Suzaku answered, walking towards him. Hmm, he still had his gun, but what about...
Oh shit--! Kallen realized what was happening. Damnit, why did it have to be Suzaku?
As he thought, the knife was gone. Of course that was her plan.
Rolling his eyes, wishing he didn't have to do this, Suzaku marched back towards the cell. Reaching his hand out, he said to her in Japanese, "Give me the knife."
She stared. "What?"
"I'll say it again, give it back. If you give it back, we can avoid more trouble."
"I..." Damn! That was her only thing to get her out of here! "I...don't know what you're talking about!"
Sighing, Suzaku asked himself why she always had to make things more difficult. Stepping forward into the cell, he reached out and grabbed her wrist, and then swung the arm behind her.
"Hey, what are you doing?!"
"If you wont give back the weapon you stole," he said, forcefully grabbing her other arm and pushing her out of the cell. "Then I'll have to strip search you."
"You--!" And after that speech about treating her well! Hypocrite! "Bastard! Let me go!"
"Not until I've confirmed you don't have any weapons on you," he told her with not even emotion in his voice--if anything, only mild disappointment. "I'm taking the prisoner back to my room," Suzaku told the guard, and any others that might be onlooking in English. "The prisoner might be in possession of a weapon, so I'll search her myself."
"Heh, nice excuse," the chastised guard smirked, before Suzaku glared back at him.
"Go back to your post," the Knight of Seven snarled, pushing Kallen out of the cell block and into the hallway.
She struggled, but that only made it worse as Suzaku gripped her tighter. Damnit! This was all his fault! If it was any other officer, he wouldn't have noticed! She could have the knife safely back in her cell and be plotting her next move right now! Damn!
Suzaku's room wasn't far--He was able to hold both her wrists with one strong hand as another swiped the lock open with a cardkey. He tossed her inside the room and then shut and locked the door before turning back to her.
The room was dark. So it was the middle of the night. Heh, life in that cell certainly changed one's perception of time.
But it wasn't just that. Here, in Suzaku's room--where there were no cameras to catch any illicit behavior. Now, as the Knight of Seven--known to be physically strong enough to overpower her, even with the knife--stood above her in this dark room, she realized he could do anything he wanted to her in here, and no one could stop him.
That thought made her just a bit afraid.
But she held her ground--no, she wouldn't lose to him! No matter what he did to her, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of letting him know she was afraid!
"Now," sighed Suzaku, stepping closer to her. "Strip."
"You dick!" She roared, slapping him hard across the face. "First you rescue me from that guard, and then you bring me here and this is all you want? You should be ashamed--!"
He hardly even flinched when she slapped him. Well, maybe he did deserve it... Turning back to her, his eyes bereft of emotion, he explained, "You're in possession of a weapon. I'm going to have to search you to get it back. If you had just handed it over back there, we wouldn't be in this mess."
She shouted back in harsh Japanese, "This mess, huh? You're the one that insisted on all of this! You bastard--You shame the name of your father working for the enemy, turning your back on your homeland and then pretending to be familiar with me--Kozuki Karen is no friend to traitors--"
His arm lashed out, grabbing her sharply across the wrist and pulling her forward; it was only then Kallen realized how tall he was in comparison to her--not as tall as Lelouch, certainly, but somehow, now, he seemed to tower over her, made only worse by the way he gripped her wrist, and the anger flashing in his eyes. "Why do you have to make everything so difficult!" he glared. "Just do it so it can be done with!"
He released her, making her stumble back. The haughty look on her face was gone. No, now it was replaced with worry--and a slight fear.
Regaining himself, Suzaku sighed, and looked away. He grabbed a towel off a bench and then handed it to her, averting his gaze.
"What are you--?"
"Wear this," he commanded. "Just...take off your clothes and put this on so I can confirm you don't have any weapons."
She stared. "You--! While you're watching?"
"Fine," he spoke a bit harsher, tossing the towel at her while turning on his heel. "I'll turn around. But put all your clothes in a pile on the floor so I can search them."
"This is--!"
"This is the only way you'll get off easy," he did turn back to her this time, a warning lighting in his green eyes. "If those watching the cameras had noticed and I wasn't there, you'd have been forcefully searched by no less than three men. Is that what you want?"
Her fingers clutched at the towel, not having realized it before... "No..."
"Good. Then hurry it up," he said, turning back and facing the wall.
He was being kind, she realized. Despite the fact that this was humiliating, he was trying to help her.
Damnit, why? Why was he doing this? It would have been so much easier to hate him if he didn't go out of his way--Why did he have to take her prisoner and then treat her kindly? He was a traitor to his own people--why should he care about her?
No! No, she wouldn't do this! She wouldn't comply to Kururugi Suzaku's wishes! That was like admitting defeat! Even if it was a longshot, she had a chance--this opportunity out of that confinement and without any security cameras was that chance! She had the knife--it only took her a second to silently slide it out of her sleeve.
Yes, she could do this. She could secure everything for herself. She didn't need his help!
"I'm waiting," Suzaku chimed, not hearing the sounds of undressing. Kallen took the towel in hand, reading herself.
And then she charged towards him. She threw the towel over his head, and in that second he lost his balance due to shock, she pressed the knife sharply against his throat.
"I won't do things your way!" she said harshly. "Now open this door!"
She should have expected it to fail. His own arm lashed out and grabbed the hand that held the knife, making her drop it. Whirling around fast enough to make the towel fly off, he grabbed her other hand and pushed down, pinning her to the floor, helpless.
"You shouldn't have done that," he growled, angry.
"At least I attempted to keep my dignity," she snarled. "I won't bow to Britannia like a coward like you've done, Kururugi!"
A spark flashed in his eyes. "Fine then!" He snarled, grabbing her wrists and holding both of them tight in one hand. His other reached for the bodice of her dress.
"Wait...what are you doing?" she shrieked, as his hand touched her roughly. "Get your hands off me!" But her voice was no longer commanding--no, her fear seeped through. "Stop it!"
"You wouldn't cooperate before, and now I have to do it like this," Suzaku continued to glare. "You've already pulled a knife on me, how am I to know you don't have more weapons hidden in there?"
Her heart thumped faster. No...he wasn't going to--One rough hand pulled through the laces in the back, and Kallen couldn't hold it any longer. "No! Let me go!"
"Not until I confirm this," he glared back at her, his eyes once again in their emotionless state.
"No, don't--" His hand was at the bodice, pulling it roughly off her. "Stop it!" She cried, pulling away with all her might. One hand broke free--and she slapped him away with all her might.
His grip let up for only an instant, and she scrambled back against the wall, hugging that limp dress to her chest--small sobs racked her as tears pooled in her eyes.
Suzaku couldn't move. No...had he really almost...? He reached towards her, eyes full of regret, "Kallen--"
She turned away, biting back the tears. "Like I said," she sniffed, trying to pull her dress back on. "All you Britannians are the same."
No...he wasn't...He wasn't like them!
But...he couldn't think of something to say to that. The only thing he could do was--
Like a coward, he fled, out of the door (locking it first), and into the hallway. No, that wasn't far enough--he had to get away, had to distance himself from what he had done--did he really try to assault her like that? After all he had said, why did he instead--
Damnit! He slammed his fist against the hard wall of the palace, relishing in the pain. Why? Why was it always like this with her! He tried to treat her nicely, tried to be civil, and then it always escalated into something worse! Damn her! Damn that woman! Damn it all!
Damn him...
He knew he couldn't run away forever, even if he wanted to. The prisoner would have to go back to her cell eventually. But as for now, he was content to let her stay there...his room was more comfortable than that cell, anyway. Maybe she would enjoy the privacy.
Maybe she would forgive him...
Ha! That was a laugh!
In any case, he was glad he at least had the sense to take the knife with him when he left.
A little while later he returned, carrying with him a steaming mug of tea. Japanese tea.
Kallen still sat against the wall, eyes glaring back at him with a look of hatred when he returned. She had managed to put her yellow dress back on, and hugged her knees to her chest in a pose that looked comforting.
Neither of them said anything, as Suzaku sat down beside her, handing her the cup of tea. "Here." He couldn't look at her in the eyes.
She didn't say thank you, but took the cup of tea and pressed it to her lips. It was good...a taste that she remembered from her far-away childhood. Was that why he brought it? To remind her that despite the fact that they were on different sides, they shared some common ground? If that was the case--
"I figured you'd like that more than Britannian tea," he explained, looking back at her for the briefest of moments.
Ah, always had an excuse, didn't he?
They passed a few more moments in silence, with Kallen silently sipping the tea, with Suzaku by her side. How had it come to this? Before they were mutual enemies, only to meet on the battlefield, and now here he was, the only one protecting this girl from the horrors she was sure to face if he hadn't stepped up at the time that he did. And yet she hated him, she opposed him, she didn't even care--!
He swallowed hard. Still, he had to remember, this wasn't why he came back. He didn't come back to berate her. No, now, he was in the wrong, even if he didn't want to admit it.
After another pause, he blurted out, "Sorry."
"Hm?" She asked, as if she didn't hear him. Though of course she heard.
He finally turned and faced her. "I'm sorry," he told her, eyes clenching shut as he bowed his head--a Japanese habit that she had thought he would have gotten rid of by now. "I'm sorry--I shouldn't have done that...I went too far. I overstepped my boundaries and for that, I apologize."
Oho--big, apologetic words from someone Kallen thought couldn't feel any remorse.
"You're not sorry."
"Wha--?"
"Don't lie to me," she glared back. "You did what you did because you thought it was the right thing to do. And now, after a little soul searching, you think you can come back here and tell me you're sorry just to set your conscience straight? Don't make me laugh! You'd do it again if you could! That alone makes anything you say a lie!"
Damnit! "I'm just trying to apologize like any gentleman should," he glared back. "If that's so wrong to you--"
"It is! You're a coward that lets anyone walk all over you! Admit it, you're not a gentleman! If you believed it was right, no matter how wrong you were, then stand up and say so! You'll even take back your own beliefs just to set yourself at ease! Is that you how you intend to live for the rest of your life, Kururugi? Denying everything that you believe just to clear your conscience? That's not a life, its a sham!"
"Shut up, Kallen!"
"You're a traitor to your own people, aren't you?" She didn't know if she was yelling in English or Japanese anymore. "Would you take that back too, if it was easy for you? Is there any way you wont try to hide your guilt? That makes you nothing more than a hypocrite!"
He couldn't take it anymore. "I said shut up!" The tea was knocked out of her hands as he slammed his fist right above her head, trapping her. But this time, she was no weeping girl. Her eyes narrowed in complete hatred.
Yes, he could do anything to her now, and she wouldn't let herself scream. Maybe she had thought he was kind before, but she was wrong. He was only doing it for himself, not for her. Selfish bastard!
"Don't you understand anything?" He yelled back at her. "I'm trying to protect you here! I took you into my custody to protect you from the horrors of prison! I keep watch on you all hours of the day to make sure you won't get into trouble! I brought you here so you'd have an easier time of it rather than leaving you to those dogs! And yet after everything I do, you don't even care!"
"Why should I care? You're my enemy! I don't give a damn what my enemy does in order to try to ease his own guilt--!"
"Its not like that! Everyone at Ashford asked me to look after you, and that's what I'm trying to do, but you keep--!"
"I don't care what they said, I don't need anyone's help!"
"Really? If you didn't need anyone's help, then you'd have escaped here by now!"
Oh, he called her bluff. She was silent for a moment, blue eyes wide until the fury welled up in them. Her hand whipped towards him, punching him harshly across the cheek. Suzaku's head snapped back, pain flooding the left side of his face.
Yes, maybe he deserved that one, too...
"This is ridiculous," she said, standing up abruptly. "I don't know why I'm in here listening to you. I'm going back to my cell."
Suzaku shot up, catching her by the wrist. "No."
"What?" she glared.
"You can't go back without my permission."
"Well, then just give me permission!" she shook herself out of his grip. "I don't want to stand her another minute and have to listen to you--"
"Maybe I don't want to give you permission," he glared, pulling her back towards him.
"You--!"
"You're forgetting Kallen, that you are my prisoner, and I am the one in charge of you." Yes, that was right. He tried to apologize, and she refused him. She had already laid hands on a Knight of Rounds. He had every right to do this.
So, he was at this again, was he? "You dirty--"
"I don't give a damn what you think!" he shoved her back against the wall. "All I want is for you to realize that without me, things would be a lot worse off for you right now!"
Glaring, Kallen folded her arms over her chest, fed up with it all. "Heh, fine, I acknowledge it, even if I don't care. Is this how you get everyone to recognize your great achievements? I don't see what that princess saw in you--"
Anger flared up in Suzaku's belly. No, she was going too far--
"Though, look what kind of person she turned out to be, eh? A massacre princess who betrayed her promises to the Japanese! Now that I think about it, you're both peas in a pod, aren't you? The hypocrite of a knight and that murderer princess--!"
Kallen was suddenly cut off when Suzaku, eyes full of fury, pushed her roughly against the wall and...kissed her? No, it was no gentle kiss. It was a rough, biting, angry you will shut up before I hurt you sort of kiss. His hands gripped her roughly as his mouth moved across hers, pressing hard against her lips--determined to keep her silent before he lost all control.
When she returned to her senses; her hands clawed at him, trying to push him away. But he wouldn't go away. He gripped her tighter, forcing his tongue into her mouth, forcing her to be silent; to stay under his control. Everything was thrown out of the window. What was the point of trying to reason with her when she wouldn't listen to what he would say?
Bastard. Prick. Jerk. Asshole. That's all she could think of as her fists pounded against his chest. But he wouldn't relent. No, he wouldn't let go until she fell--Suzaku Kururugi couldn't control anything in this world. But he would control this.
He wasn't letting go. Clearly he wanted something from her--and from the way he held her roughly and only seemed to grip her tighter with every struggle, she knew what it was--he wanted her surrender. He wanted to show once and for all that he was the one in charge here.
Well, damn him! She wasn't going to have it. After all he had done to her tonight, Kozuki Karen would never fall to a man like him! She wouldn't give up, she'd fight back even if it took all night.
Her hands shot up to bury themselves in his hair; she gave him no soft caress, but sharp pulls--fingers tangled at the roots. Meeting him in the kiss, her tongue matched his, dodging in and out of his mouth in the same battle. For a moment, the Knight of Seven paused, clearly surprised by her actions. But he didn't let up. Instead his arm shifted to catch her around her waist, pulling her sharply to him, while he used the other to steady himself against the wall--trapping her once again. No, he wouldn't let her go until this was all over.
He was going to break her.
But she didn't break.
Her hands tightened in his hair and hold him there, her tongue caressing and accepting his. She felt him start to quiver--his tight hold start to ease, and with that she pushed forward, pressing herself against him, making sure the curve of her breasts could be easily felt through his uniform.
No, no, no, he wasn't going to lose at this game! Hands on her shoulders, he pushed her back against the wall, mouth completely ravishing hers. But he was no stranger to this and neither was she, so this battle wouldn't be easily won.
She pulled back on the kiss to gently suck at his lower lip. After a moment, her teeth nipped at him, biting, drawing blood. Even with that coppery taste in his mouth and that sting of pain, he didn't let up. Suzaku pulled away to kiss her at the junction of her throat, kissing down towards the nape of her neck, leaving bloody kisses in his wake.
The hands in his hair tightened, protesting as he stopped at the curve of her neck and sucked. She wasn't going to relent, she had gone too far to surrender--but she couldn't help the small tingle of pleasure as he continued to kiss, to suck...his hands gently touching as they traveled up her body.
Wasn't it going a bit far? Shouldn't he stop soon? But kissing her like this, licking at her softly, feeling the curve of her breasts against his chest--he couldn't help it. He didn't want to stop. Maybe that guard was right--maybe he had thought about her in that way before, but this wasn't about that! His fingers gently caressed the tops of her breasts, revealed by the low neckline of the dress. It was about control! It was about putting her in her place! It was about--!
She grabbed him roughly around the neck, forcing his lips back up to hers. Without another thought, his fingers pulled at the top of the bodice for the second time that night, but this time, his fingers had a distinct intent. His hands grabbed her roughly, hard, squeezing--and then letting up. He wanted to hurt her, to break her...to make her moan and call his name.
Suzaku's fingers tweaked her pert nipples. She gasped through the deep kiss at the tingle down her spine. And then he made his move. Pulling away, his head moved downward, catching one of her erect nipples between his teeth. I'll show you, I'll show you-- he thought to himself, tongue rolling around the nipple while his finger played with the other, wallowing in the sound of her soft gasps, the way he could feel her fingers contract and let up in his hair.
Yes, he was close. Soon she would break and it would be all over. Then he could send her back to his cell.
He'd have to ignore that tingle he had in his own groin. No, the growing need in him would have to be ignored. He was better than that. He was a gentleman. He wouldn't let his own needs get in the way of--
Her hands left his hair, and gripped his shoulders. For a moment, Suzaku pulled away, looking back up at her, wondering if she had finally given up. Finally. Any longer and he might have started showing--
Taking that moment where he wasn't guarded, her fingers contracted, and she pushed him away. He fell back onto the bed behind him. His back bent at an uncomfortable angle and he gave a soft gasp at that.
Damnit, she had won.
But what did it matter now, anyway? He had achieved nothing. No, nothing more than making himself feel worse. All that mattered now was that she get back to her cell so he could focus on taking care of--
Kallen wasn't going to let it end here. Oh no, she knew what he was after now. He had attacked her, and now tried to control her, well, after feeling that little tent in his pants, she knew how to get the upper hand.
Tonight, Kallen was going to show him once and for all who was in charge.
Just as Suzaku steadied himself, he was pushed back roughly, so that most of his body was now flat against the bed. "Ah--Kallen?" he gasped, as she pushed him down, straddling his hips.
No, wait--! If she did that, then she'd feel--!
When he saw that glint in her eyes, he knew that's exactly what she was hoping for.
Not this! Damnit, he wasn't going to let her--! "Kallen--" He was silenced as she leaned over him, bare breasts brushing against his chest, and she kissed him forcefully.
Time to turn this game he started against him.
Feeling that warmth pressed up against her, Kallen gave one swift thrust of her hips. Suzaku gasped even through their locked lips. His hand shot up to push her away--to keep her there. She wiggled on him again, rocking her hips into his. He broke away from the kiss and moaned outright as he became harder, unable to pretend any longer.
Perfect.
Leaning back down so that her back was bent to the fullest, Kallen captured his lips again while continuing her hard thrusts. Her hands went to his clothes, pulling off his gloves, unbuttoning his white coat, zipping down the black shirt.
Though he was so hard and couldn't remember the last time he felt this good, Suzaku wasn't going to let her run the show. His hands shot up to her dress again, this time pulling the strings gentler than he had before.
But she didn't want gentle.
She was practically ripping at his clothes, undressing with haste as the tempo of their rocking hips became faster, faster. His clothes were thrown in a heap on the floor, the once proud uniform only a hindrance now. Her own dress slipped off her shoulders, the top falling down towards her waist.
She grabbed at his bare chest, her own tongue flipping his bare nipples, tracing the curves of his muscles. He shuddered, and watched her as she sat back up, eyes on the pair of breasts above, bouncing with every thrust.
Oh god, he was so close. Both of their faces were now flushed with pleasure, breaths panting as they traveled deeper and deeper. So hard, so hot--
He needed more. No, he would only be satisfied if his cock was inside her, forcing her down and cumming inside and taking his own pleasure, not letting her control him.
Though it was hard, Suzaku managed to sit himself up, and grabbed her by the arms. In one swift move, he pushed her down--pinning her under him before she had time to realize what happened.
For a moment, both of them were silent. Both of their chests heaved, with beads of sweat falling off of Suzaku to mingle with the dampness on her own body. Just for a moment, they looked into each other's eyes--each filled with hesitation.
He was still hard, still straining for release. And by the flush of her face, so was she. They had gotten close, so close--but what had started out as a simple little game had gone way too far. If they did this, they couldn't take it back.
To Suzaku, it made no sense. She hated him. He couldn't stand her. Sure, the thought of pounding into her got him as hard as the next guy, but this wasn't right, was it? It wasn't a gentlemanly way.
But Kallen had been confined for too long. Too long had she been at the mercy of Kururugi Suzaku. No, it was not going to end here. Face glaring back once again, she grabbed him roughly by the back of the neck and pulled her towards him, once again catching his lower lip, biting down hard on the previous bruise.
He didn't think he could take it anymore. But that single action sent so much pleasure surging downward that he nearly lost his balance. Fuck it, he thought, fingers twisting in her red hair.
It was crazy, but so was everything else in this rotten world. Both of them had finally given up.
His fingers fumbled with the zipper of his pants, unable to move it properly over his straining member. But her own hands shot up to zip it down roughly, causing him to jerk back as the zipper nipped him.
But what did he care at that moment of pain? The second his pants were down her hands were on him, pulling, jerking, making him desperately try to remember how to kick his own pants off, as the sensations were beginning to get to be too much.
"Ka--Kallen!" he gasped her name, eyes strained shut. He wanted to push her away, but where was she? He couldn't open his eyes because the pleasure was so intense--
In the split second she removed her hand, she found an opening. Suzaku was pushed back down on the bed while she hovered over him triumphantly--the only thing left on her was a pair of lacy pink panties that were already wet.
A frown came upon his face. No, not this. He was going to get back up and push her down and take his pleasure from her and--
He fell back, helpless, as her hand encircled his weeping cock once more.
"You listen up here, Kururugi Suzaku," she told him, leaning forward, breath hot on his most sensitive organ. "You want this?"
"I..." he couldn't answer her. He didn't want to answer.
To answer was to admit that this was really happening.
"Then you--" she cut her words between small jerks. "Will--surrender--to--me."
Suzaku gave a louder moan as precum oozed from the tip. He had never gotten this hard on his own--he had never even gotten this hard with Euphie! So why--
Her last garment was flung aside, as Kallen straddled his hips once more--legs spread, and her own entrance just over his cock.
He had underestimated her. He had though that she was some weeping virgin who would beg him to stop sooner or later. Well, what did he know! She would show him!
Slowly she lowered herself just onto the tip. Suzaku's hips rose, trying to thrust into her, but instead she pulled back up, out of his reach. She did this a few more times, relishing in the small, high pitched gasping that came from him, before finally plunging down on him, encasing him completely in her control.
Her hands came down to pin his wrists to the mattress, her red hair falling down in wisps over his face as she slowly pulled back up, then thrust back down on him. Up, and down, up...and down. Slow, long, and surely torture for him.
The Knight of Seven was completely under her control, of that she was sure. The way that his head rolled back, the soft moans coming from him, how he didn't resist as she pinned him down. Yes, at last, she had won, and she would carry that triumph forever.
But she hadn't realized--though she moved him at a slow pace, he could hardly stand it. He needed it faster, harder--needed that release he was seeking. Just as she sunk down on him again, he made his move, pulling himself out of her grip, making him come to catch her across the waist, and hoisting her up, before thrusting back down again, this time making her gasp at the hard, piercing intrusion.
"You--!"
He managed to sit up, with her hands at his shoulders, trying to claw him back down. But no, he wouldn't let her take control again. He kept his hands on her waist, forcing her to meet that fast tempo he wanted.
His thrusts were hard, deep, and now she could feel that own coil of pleasure starting to unravel in her belly.
Faster, faster, his thrusts were becoming frantic, pushing into her so hard that even the bed began to bang, bang against the wall in time with their thrusts. It seemed the whole room shook with them as they lost all control with their frantic bucking against each other, needing that release that was soon to come.
Oh god, she could feel it, she could feel it in her as her toes began to clench, the pleasure forming at the base of her groin and beginning to surge--Not wanting to hand this victory all over to him, she grabbed him by the neck and pulled him down once more, kissing him roughly, so rough that now both of their lips were bruised--teeth mashing with her tongue, giving him pain with pleasure, a sensation that combined with everything else was making him so--
He let out a loud cry, thrusting a few more times into her as he came, riding out what he was sure was the longest orgasm he ever had. His last few thrusts ended it for her, as she shuddered against him as her insides contracted around him, squeezing the last of his orgasm from him.
They fell back, with Kallen falling against Suzaku's bare chest. And all was silent.
They didn't say another word to each other after that, whether they were both too shocked or ashamed, they didn't know.
But did it matter? Kallen knew you couldn't change the past. Suzaku had given up trying to act the nice guy around her.
Why give a damn, anyway?
Kallen had expected to be sent back to her cell, but it seems a certain Knight of Seven wanted to keep her around, for some reason. She realized after she heard a soft snore that Suzaku had fallen asleep--and when she tried to get up to sneak out, she found that his arm across her waist--why was it there?--was too strong. She couldn't budge.
Despite the fact that the last thing she wanted to do was spend the night in his bed, she had no choice.
She had thought that she might be up all night wondering what would come of this. Instead, she found sleep came far too easy.
The next morning, Suzaku said nothing to her--just tossed her her clothes as he dressed himself. She should have expected this--what happened in the middle of the night was not the talk for day.
Soon afterward, he opened the door and gestured for her to follow. She knew where he was taking her--back in her cell to rot, she imagined.
Well fine, let him throw her back in that cell. It's not like she cared.
The only words he even spoke to her after all that, were a few casually said as he let her back into her cell. "Someone will be up with your breakfast shortly."
He turned to leave, and that was when she lost it. "That's it?" she roared.
"What's it?" he glanced back, hardly showing emotion on his face.
"After all that--after last night, you just throw me back here and act like nothing's happened? What's the matter with you? What happened to being a gentleman--"
Without warning, he grabbed her and jerked her forward--yet no emotion showed in his eyes. "You helped me discover something last night, Kallen," he said coldly. "I'm no gentleman."
She stared, frozen upon the spot, until the fury rose up in her face. Pulling herself away, she didn't slap him, no, she reared back and spat, as hard as she could.
Spat on him, like he was a dog. Like he was nothing.
She gave him no harsh, biting words, instead, she turned away with a glare. He wasn't worth her words. A rotten, nasty being, that didn't deserve her acknowledgment.
Well, fine. Fine. Maybe that was true. He wasn't a good person. He wasn't a gentleman. Did he only help her out to satisfy his own guilty conscience? Well, he had fucked her last night because he wanted to, not because of some stupid game.
He wanted to hate himself. He wanted to feel shame and regret, but he felt nothing. No, he felt better knowing this--more at ease now that he realized what he was.
He could fight it, he could fight it all he wanted, but at this moment in time, he realized it was probably inevitable.
As he exited her cell, he wondered to himself; how long would the illusion last now that he had given up pretending?
How much longer would he be able to stand it before he shattered?
I totally blame fandom for this. You guys didn't give me enough SuzakuxKallen smut, so I had to write it myself.
(Also, why no SuzakuxKallen tag? D:)
Aaaalrighty then.
Title: Given Up
Pairing: Suzaku/Kallen
Rating: Hard R; dub-con
Summary: What's the point of regretting things when you have nothing left to lose?
(Oh, and lets pretend this takes place before Drugzaku and/or in place of Drugzaku. It makes more sense that way.)
How long had it been since she had been taken here?
Hmm...she could hardly remember. The days and nights drifted together here, in this small, confined little box they had locked her up in. Trapped in a cage like an animal! That was the current status of Kozuki Karen, Ace of the Black Knights.
How had this happened? Sure, she could think on and on on what she should have done in that battle beforehand, the things she could have done differently to avoid the mistake, but here, trapped in this cell, it did no good.
There was no way to change the past.
If there was, then she would have done it ages ago--she would have found a way to save her brother that horrible day...
Sighing, Kallen rested her forehead in her hands. Yet, the reality was, wishing for change and hoping that things had ended up differently did nothing. Her brother was dead. And here she was, captured, likely to end up dead as well.
There was nothing to be done about the past.
All that could be done was to work to change the future.
Her blue eyes narrowed as she thought quickly. She had thought on this before, many times, and so far, nothing had changed.
She had thought, in the early days, that Lelouch would come and save her. He had promised. And more than that--she was his star pilot, the Ace of the Black Knights. How long could they manage without her on the front lines? Of course they would come and save her at once, was what she thought.
Ha. A foolish thought even now.
Whether Lelouch had simply forgot, or that he was a lying bastard didn't matter. The fact was, he certainly wasn't coming to save her any time soon. The only chance she had was to make a chance herself.
But now there was a problem.
This...box, or whatever, had no openings. No lock that she could pick. The door could not be easily shoved aside. And she could even see the cameras all around, pointed directly at her. Every action she did was already recorded. What could she do, but sit here and wait for a chance?
Though it seemed that finally, after days of waiting, her hard work was to be rewarded.
It was time for her meager dinner. It wasn't much--water, some bread, a little meat--but it was better than the stuff they fed her before she was transferred to the new cell. She had a feeling that someone she once knew had something to do with that.
The guard who brought it was the same as always--dressed in the same plain guard uniform, with the same gun located at his hip. But since had appeared so perfectly during her plotting session, she couldn't help but notice one other thing--the guardsman also had a knife buckled to his belt, too.
A knife that, if in her possession, could be very useful indeed.
As the pressurized door slid open, she only had seconds to come up with her plan. But it was a good one--if she did it right, it could not fail.
Kallen stood up from the lone chair, slightly sore from sitting all day, but alert nonetheless. The guard approached, and though she couldn't see his face under that grey helmet, she suspected he held a look of boredom with his task--well, all the better.
Putting a haughty look on her face, she spoke with disgust, "Is this it?"
"Shut your mouth, Eleven Bitch," the guard shot back. "It's a lot better than what you'd usually be getting, if Lord Kururugi hadn't taken a liking to you."
"Hmph! I bet," she scowled, taking the tray from the man. And ah--oh no! It looked like her fingers slipped, spilling the water all down her chest!
"Damnit! Now look what you've done, Brit Shit! How dare you!" She screeched in Japanese, glaring back. Glancing down at her sopping wet chest--the way the water managed to stick to all the wrong places on that low neckline and--yep, he was looking--She roared in fury, "You bastard! This is what you think I'm here for, huh? Then take this, you rogue Brit!" She flung the tray back in his face, spilling the contents of the meal all over him.
"Why you little--!" A hand shot out to slap her across the face. And she didn't even care. No, even as he assaulted her, Kozuki Karen's eyes narrowed down in hatred.
"I won't be handled by one such as you, Britannian coward! You're not even worthy to lick the boots of your superiors if this is how you treat your prisoners!"
The guard grabbed her arm roughly, pulling her forward. "You're just an Eleven Bitch! You don't deserve fair treatment, you traitor!"
"Let go of you me you--"
"That's enough!"
She couldn't help it, a sigh escaped her. That was it, get another stupid officer in here, and then...
"L-Lord Kururugi! I was only--"
Damnit. Him. Well, better than nothing, she supposed.
"I said, that's enough," Suzaku glared harshly, as he walked towards the cell. "Let Miss Kozuki go."
"But, My Lord--!"
"Didn't you hear me? I said, Let her go."
And then he did. She'd have to act fast--as he let her go and turned to face his superior officer, she fell forward, bumping against the man's back as if her strength had given out.
She was quick--before Suzaku had even started berating the man, she silently removed the knife, hidden by her own form. She was sliding it up her sleeve as she pulled away, breathing heavily as if still affected by the attack.
Simple. Easy. And now it was done.
"Miss Kozuki is an important prisoner, as you should know." Suzaku continued. "I ordered that no one was to lay a hand on her. She was one of the ones in Zero's top circle. She's important to us if we want to get information. And that is why I will not have anyone harming her, is that understood?"
What else could the man say? He was ordered. "Understood, My Lord."
"Good, now go get her another tray before I report this."
"Yes, My Lord," the man grudgingly agreed, marching out of the cell, while muttering under his breath, "She only gets special treatment cuz you want her in your pants, Kururugi."
Suzaku pretended he didn't hear that. He'd had enough for today. Turning back towards his former classmate, he asked, "Are you all right?"
"Hmph. Fine," she responded in Japanese. "It's not like any Britannian bastard could hurt me."
"Even so, he was out of line. He needed to be--" Suddenly, Suzaku noticed something. Was it his imagination, or did her right sleeve bulge out a little too much? He was certain it wasn't that way before...
Wait a minute--
Turning around, Suzaku called for the guard he had just dismissed. "You there, stop!"
"What?" the man asked.
"Inspection," Suzaku answered, walking towards him. Hmm, he still had his gun, but what about...
Oh shit--! Kallen realized what was happening. Damnit, why did it have to be Suzaku?
As he thought, the knife was gone. Of course that was her plan.
Rolling his eyes, wishing he didn't have to do this, Suzaku marched back towards the cell. Reaching his hand out, he said to her in Japanese, "Give me the knife."
She stared. "What?"
"I'll say it again, give it back. If you give it back, we can avoid more trouble."
"I..." Damn! That was her only thing to get her out of here! "I...don't know what you're talking about!"
Sighing, Suzaku asked himself why she always had to make things more difficult. Stepping forward into the cell, he reached out and grabbed her wrist, and then swung the arm behind her.
"Hey, what are you doing?!"
"If you wont give back the weapon you stole," he said, forcefully grabbing her other arm and pushing her out of the cell. "Then I'll have to strip search you."
"You--!" And after that speech about treating her well! Hypocrite! "Bastard! Let me go!"
"Not until I've confirmed you don't have any weapons on you," he told her with not even emotion in his voice--if anything, only mild disappointment. "I'm taking the prisoner back to my room," Suzaku told the guard, and any others that might be onlooking in English. "The prisoner might be in possession of a weapon, so I'll search her myself."
"Heh, nice excuse," the chastised guard smirked, before Suzaku glared back at him.
"Go back to your post," the Knight of Seven snarled, pushing Kallen out of the cell block and into the hallway.
She struggled, but that only made it worse as Suzaku gripped her tighter. Damnit! This was all his fault! If it was any other officer, he wouldn't have noticed! She could have the knife safely back in her cell and be plotting her next move right now! Damn!
Suzaku's room wasn't far--He was able to hold both her wrists with one strong hand as another swiped the lock open with a cardkey. He tossed her inside the room and then shut and locked the door before turning back to her.
The room was dark. So it was the middle of the night. Heh, life in that cell certainly changed one's perception of time.
But it wasn't just that. Here, in Suzaku's room--where there were no cameras to catch any illicit behavior. Now, as the Knight of Seven--known to be physically strong enough to overpower her, even with the knife--stood above her in this dark room, she realized he could do anything he wanted to her in here, and no one could stop him.
That thought made her just a bit afraid.
But she held her ground--no, she wouldn't lose to him! No matter what he did to her, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of letting him know she was afraid!
"Now," sighed Suzaku, stepping closer to her. "Strip."
"You dick!" She roared, slapping him hard across the face. "First you rescue me from that guard, and then you bring me here and this is all you want? You should be ashamed--!"
He hardly even flinched when she slapped him. Well, maybe he did deserve it... Turning back to her, his eyes bereft of emotion, he explained, "You're in possession of a weapon. I'm going to have to search you to get it back. If you had just handed it over back there, we wouldn't be in this mess."
She shouted back in harsh Japanese, "This mess, huh? You're the one that insisted on all of this! You bastard--You shame the name of your father working for the enemy, turning your back on your homeland and then pretending to be familiar with me--Kozuki Karen is no friend to traitors--"
His arm lashed out, grabbing her sharply across the wrist and pulling her forward; it was only then Kallen realized how tall he was in comparison to her--not as tall as Lelouch, certainly, but somehow, now, he seemed to tower over her, made only worse by the way he gripped her wrist, and the anger flashing in his eyes. "Why do you have to make everything so difficult!" he glared. "Just do it so it can be done with!"
He released her, making her stumble back. The haughty look on her face was gone. No, now it was replaced with worry--and a slight fear.
Regaining himself, Suzaku sighed, and looked away. He grabbed a towel off a bench and then handed it to her, averting his gaze.
"What are you--?"
"Wear this," he commanded. "Just...take off your clothes and put this on so I can confirm you don't have any weapons."
She stared. "You--! While you're watching?"
"Fine," he spoke a bit harsher, tossing the towel at her while turning on his heel. "I'll turn around. But put all your clothes in a pile on the floor so I can search them."
"This is--!"
"This is the only way you'll get off easy," he did turn back to her this time, a warning lighting in his green eyes. "If those watching the cameras had noticed and I wasn't there, you'd have been forcefully searched by no less than three men. Is that what you want?"
Her fingers clutched at the towel, not having realized it before... "No..."
"Good. Then hurry it up," he said, turning back and facing the wall.
He was being kind, she realized. Despite the fact that this was humiliating, he was trying to help her.
Damnit, why? Why was he doing this? It would have been so much easier to hate him if he didn't go out of his way--Why did he have to take her prisoner and then treat her kindly? He was a traitor to his own people--why should he care about her?
No! No, she wouldn't do this! She wouldn't comply to Kururugi Suzaku's wishes! That was like admitting defeat! Even if it was a longshot, she had a chance--this opportunity out of that confinement and without any security cameras was that chance! She had the knife--it only took her a second to silently slide it out of her sleeve.
Yes, she could do this. She could secure everything for herself. She didn't need his help!
"I'm waiting," Suzaku chimed, not hearing the sounds of undressing. Kallen took the towel in hand, reading herself.
And then she charged towards him. She threw the towel over his head, and in that second he lost his balance due to shock, she pressed the knife sharply against his throat.
"I won't do things your way!" she said harshly. "Now open this door!"
She should have expected it to fail. His own arm lashed out and grabbed the hand that held the knife, making her drop it. Whirling around fast enough to make the towel fly off, he grabbed her other hand and pushed down, pinning her to the floor, helpless.
"You shouldn't have done that," he growled, angry.
"At least I attempted to keep my dignity," she snarled. "I won't bow to Britannia like a coward like you've done, Kururugi!"
A spark flashed in his eyes. "Fine then!" He snarled, grabbing her wrists and holding both of them tight in one hand. His other reached for the bodice of her dress.
"Wait...what are you doing?" she shrieked, as his hand touched her roughly. "Get your hands off me!" But her voice was no longer commanding--no, her fear seeped through. "Stop it!"
"You wouldn't cooperate before, and now I have to do it like this," Suzaku continued to glare. "You've already pulled a knife on me, how am I to know you don't have more weapons hidden in there?"
Her heart thumped faster. No...he wasn't going to--One rough hand pulled through the laces in the back, and Kallen couldn't hold it any longer. "No! Let me go!"
"Not until I confirm this," he glared back at her, his eyes once again in their emotionless state.
"No, don't--" His hand was at the bodice, pulling it roughly off her. "Stop it!" She cried, pulling away with all her might. One hand broke free--and she slapped him away with all her might.
His grip let up for only an instant, and she scrambled back against the wall, hugging that limp dress to her chest--small sobs racked her as tears pooled in her eyes.
Suzaku couldn't move. No...had he really almost...? He reached towards her, eyes full of regret, "Kallen--"
She turned away, biting back the tears. "Like I said," she sniffed, trying to pull her dress back on. "All you Britannians are the same."
No...he wasn't...He wasn't like them!
But...he couldn't think of something to say to that. The only thing he could do was--
Like a coward, he fled, out of the door (locking it first), and into the hallway. No, that wasn't far enough--he had to get away, had to distance himself from what he had done--did he really try to assault her like that? After all he had said, why did he instead--
Damnit! He slammed his fist against the hard wall of the palace, relishing in the pain. Why? Why was it always like this with her! He tried to treat her nicely, tried to be civil, and then it always escalated into something worse! Damn her! Damn that woman! Damn it all!
Damn him...
He knew he couldn't run away forever, even if he wanted to. The prisoner would have to go back to her cell eventually. But as for now, he was content to let her stay there...his room was more comfortable than that cell, anyway. Maybe she would enjoy the privacy.
Maybe she would forgive him...
Ha! That was a laugh!
In any case, he was glad he at least had the sense to take the knife with him when he left.
A little while later he returned, carrying with him a steaming mug of tea. Japanese tea.
Kallen still sat against the wall, eyes glaring back at him with a look of hatred when he returned. She had managed to put her yellow dress back on, and hugged her knees to her chest in a pose that looked comforting.
Neither of them said anything, as Suzaku sat down beside her, handing her the cup of tea. "Here." He couldn't look at her in the eyes.
She didn't say thank you, but took the cup of tea and pressed it to her lips. It was good...a taste that she remembered from her far-away childhood. Was that why he brought it? To remind her that despite the fact that they were on different sides, they shared some common ground? If that was the case--
"I figured you'd like that more than Britannian tea," he explained, looking back at her for the briefest of moments.
Ah, always had an excuse, didn't he?
They passed a few more moments in silence, with Kallen silently sipping the tea, with Suzaku by her side. How had it come to this? Before they were mutual enemies, only to meet on the battlefield, and now here he was, the only one protecting this girl from the horrors she was sure to face if he hadn't stepped up at the time that he did. And yet she hated him, she opposed him, she didn't even care--!
He swallowed hard. Still, he had to remember, this wasn't why he came back. He didn't come back to berate her. No, now, he was in the wrong, even if he didn't want to admit it.
After another pause, he blurted out, "Sorry."
"Hm?" She asked, as if she didn't hear him. Though of course she heard.
He finally turned and faced her. "I'm sorry," he told her, eyes clenching shut as he bowed his head--a Japanese habit that she had thought he would have gotten rid of by now. "I'm sorry--I shouldn't have done that...I went too far. I overstepped my boundaries and for that, I apologize."
Oho--big, apologetic words from someone Kallen thought couldn't feel any remorse.
"You're not sorry."
"Wha--?"
"Don't lie to me," she glared back. "You did what you did because you thought it was the right thing to do. And now, after a little soul searching, you think you can come back here and tell me you're sorry just to set your conscience straight? Don't make me laugh! You'd do it again if you could! That alone makes anything you say a lie!"
Damnit! "I'm just trying to apologize like any gentleman should," he glared back. "If that's so wrong to you--"
"It is! You're a coward that lets anyone walk all over you! Admit it, you're not a gentleman! If you believed it was right, no matter how wrong you were, then stand up and say so! You'll even take back your own beliefs just to set yourself at ease! Is that you how you intend to live for the rest of your life, Kururugi? Denying everything that you believe just to clear your conscience? That's not a life, its a sham!"
"Shut up, Kallen!"
"You're a traitor to your own people, aren't you?" She didn't know if she was yelling in English or Japanese anymore. "Would you take that back too, if it was easy for you? Is there any way you wont try to hide your guilt? That makes you nothing more than a hypocrite!"
He couldn't take it anymore. "I said shut up!" The tea was knocked out of her hands as he slammed his fist right above her head, trapping her. But this time, she was no weeping girl. Her eyes narrowed in complete hatred.
Yes, he could do anything to her now, and she wouldn't let herself scream. Maybe she had thought he was kind before, but she was wrong. He was only doing it for himself, not for her. Selfish bastard!
"Don't you understand anything?" He yelled back at her. "I'm trying to protect you here! I took you into my custody to protect you from the horrors of prison! I keep watch on you all hours of the day to make sure you won't get into trouble! I brought you here so you'd have an easier time of it rather than leaving you to those dogs! And yet after everything I do, you don't even care!"
"Why should I care? You're my enemy! I don't give a damn what my enemy does in order to try to ease his own guilt--!"
"Its not like that! Everyone at Ashford asked me to look after you, and that's what I'm trying to do, but you keep--!"
"I don't care what they said, I don't need anyone's help!"
"Really? If you didn't need anyone's help, then you'd have escaped here by now!"
Oh, he called her bluff. She was silent for a moment, blue eyes wide until the fury welled up in them. Her hand whipped towards him, punching him harshly across the cheek. Suzaku's head snapped back, pain flooding the left side of his face.
Yes, maybe he deserved that one, too...
"This is ridiculous," she said, standing up abruptly. "I don't know why I'm in here listening to you. I'm going back to my cell."
Suzaku shot up, catching her by the wrist. "No."
"What?" she glared.
"You can't go back without my permission."
"Well, then just give me permission!" she shook herself out of his grip. "I don't want to stand her another minute and have to listen to you--"
"Maybe I don't want to give you permission," he glared, pulling her back towards him.
"You--!"
"You're forgetting Kallen, that you are my prisoner, and I am the one in charge of you." Yes, that was right. He tried to apologize, and she refused him. She had already laid hands on a Knight of Rounds. He had every right to do this.
So, he was at this again, was he? "You dirty--"
"I don't give a damn what you think!" he shoved her back against the wall. "All I want is for you to realize that without me, things would be a lot worse off for you right now!"
Glaring, Kallen folded her arms over her chest, fed up with it all. "Heh, fine, I acknowledge it, even if I don't care. Is this how you get everyone to recognize your great achievements? I don't see what that princess saw in you--"
Anger flared up in Suzaku's belly. No, she was going too far--
"Though, look what kind of person she turned out to be, eh? A massacre princess who betrayed her promises to the Japanese! Now that I think about it, you're both peas in a pod, aren't you? The hypocrite of a knight and that murderer princess--!"
Kallen was suddenly cut off when Suzaku, eyes full of fury, pushed her roughly against the wall and...kissed her? No, it was no gentle kiss. It was a rough, biting, angry you will shut up before I hurt you sort of kiss. His hands gripped her roughly as his mouth moved across hers, pressing hard against her lips--determined to keep her silent before he lost all control.
When she returned to her senses; her hands clawed at him, trying to push him away. But he wouldn't go away. He gripped her tighter, forcing his tongue into her mouth, forcing her to be silent; to stay under his control. Everything was thrown out of the window. What was the point of trying to reason with her when she wouldn't listen to what he would say?
Bastard. Prick. Jerk. Asshole. That's all she could think of as her fists pounded against his chest. But he wouldn't relent. No, he wouldn't let go until she fell--Suzaku Kururugi couldn't control anything in this world. But he would control this.
He wasn't letting go. Clearly he wanted something from her--and from the way he held her roughly and only seemed to grip her tighter with every struggle, she knew what it was--he wanted her surrender. He wanted to show once and for all that he was the one in charge here.
Well, damn him! She wasn't going to have it. After all he had done to her tonight, Kozuki Karen would never fall to a man like him! She wouldn't give up, she'd fight back even if it took all night.
Her hands shot up to bury themselves in his hair; she gave him no soft caress, but sharp pulls--fingers tangled at the roots. Meeting him in the kiss, her tongue matched his, dodging in and out of his mouth in the same battle. For a moment, the Knight of Seven paused, clearly surprised by her actions. But he didn't let up. Instead his arm shifted to catch her around her waist, pulling her sharply to him, while he used the other to steady himself against the wall--trapping her once again. No, he wouldn't let her go until this was all over.
He was going to break her.
But she didn't break.
Her hands tightened in his hair and hold him there, her tongue caressing and accepting his. She felt him start to quiver--his tight hold start to ease, and with that she pushed forward, pressing herself against him, making sure the curve of her breasts could be easily felt through his uniform.
No, no, no, he wasn't going to lose at this game! Hands on her shoulders, he pushed her back against the wall, mouth completely ravishing hers. But he was no stranger to this and neither was she, so this battle wouldn't be easily won.
She pulled back on the kiss to gently suck at his lower lip. After a moment, her teeth nipped at him, biting, drawing blood. Even with that coppery taste in his mouth and that sting of pain, he didn't let up. Suzaku pulled away to kiss her at the junction of her throat, kissing down towards the nape of her neck, leaving bloody kisses in his wake.
The hands in his hair tightened, protesting as he stopped at the curve of her neck and sucked. She wasn't going to relent, she had gone too far to surrender--but she couldn't help the small tingle of pleasure as he continued to kiss, to suck...his hands gently touching as they traveled up her body.
Wasn't it going a bit far? Shouldn't he stop soon? But kissing her like this, licking at her softly, feeling the curve of her breasts against his chest--he couldn't help it. He didn't want to stop. Maybe that guard was right--maybe he had thought about her in that way before, but this wasn't about that! His fingers gently caressed the tops of her breasts, revealed by the low neckline of the dress. It was about control! It was about putting her in her place! It was about--!
She grabbed him roughly around the neck, forcing his lips back up to hers. Without another thought, his fingers pulled at the top of the bodice for the second time that night, but this time, his fingers had a distinct intent. His hands grabbed her roughly, hard, squeezing--and then letting up. He wanted to hurt her, to break her...to make her moan and call his name.
Suzaku's fingers tweaked her pert nipples. She gasped through the deep kiss at the tingle down her spine. And then he made his move. Pulling away, his head moved downward, catching one of her erect nipples between his teeth. I'll show you, I'll show you-- he thought to himself, tongue rolling around the nipple while his finger played with the other, wallowing in the sound of her soft gasps, the way he could feel her fingers contract and let up in his hair.
Yes, he was close. Soon she would break and it would be all over. Then he could send her back to his cell.
He'd have to ignore that tingle he had in his own groin. No, the growing need in him would have to be ignored. He was better than that. He was a gentleman. He wouldn't let his own needs get in the way of--
Her hands left his hair, and gripped his shoulders. For a moment, Suzaku pulled away, looking back up at her, wondering if she had finally given up. Finally. Any longer and he might have started showing--
Taking that moment where he wasn't guarded, her fingers contracted, and she pushed him away. He fell back onto the bed behind him. His back bent at an uncomfortable angle and he gave a soft gasp at that.
Damnit, she had won.
But what did it matter now, anyway? He had achieved nothing. No, nothing more than making himself feel worse. All that mattered now was that she get back to her cell so he could focus on taking care of--
Kallen wasn't going to let it end here. Oh no, she knew what he was after now. He had attacked her, and now tried to control her, well, after feeling that little tent in his pants, she knew how to get the upper hand.
Tonight, Kallen was going to show him once and for all who was in charge.
Just as Suzaku steadied himself, he was pushed back roughly, so that most of his body was now flat against the bed. "Ah--Kallen?" he gasped, as she pushed him down, straddling his hips.
No, wait--! If she did that, then she'd feel--!
When he saw that glint in her eyes, he knew that's exactly what she was hoping for.
Not this! Damnit, he wasn't going to let her--! "Kallen--" He was silenced as she leaned over him, bare breasts brushing against his chest, and she kissed him forcefully.
Time to turn this game he started against him.
Feeling that warmth pressed up against her, Kallen gave one swift thrust of her hips. Suzaku gasped even through their locked lips. His hand shot up to push her away--to keep her there. She wiggled on him again, rocking her hips into his. He broke away from the kiss and moaned outright as he became harder, unable to pretend any longer.
Perfect.
Leaning back down so that her back was bent to the fullest, Kallen captured his lips again while continuing her hard thrusts. Her hands went to his clothes, pulling off his gloves, unbuttoning his white coat, zipping down the black shirt.
Though he was so hard and couldn't remember the last time he felt this good, Suzaku wasn't going to let her run the show. His hands shot up to her dress again, this time pulling the strings gentler than he had before.
But she didn't want gentle.
She was practically ripping at his clothes, undressing with haste as the tempo of their rocking hips became faster, faster. His clothes were thrown in a heap on the floor, the once proud uniform only a hindrance now. Her own dress slipped off her shoulders, the top falling down towards her waist.
She grabbed at his bare chest, her own tongue flipping his bare nipples, tracing the curves of his muscles. He shuddered, and watched her as she sat back up, eyes on the pair of breasts above, bouncing with every thrust.
Oh god, he was so close. Both of their faces were now flushed with pleasure, breaths panting as they traveled deeper and deeper. So hard, so hot--
He needed more. No, he would only be satisfied if his cock was inside her, forcing her down and cumming inside and taking his own pleasure, not letting her control him.
Though it was hard, Suzaku managed to sit himself up, and grabbed her by the arms. In one swift move, he pushed her down--pinning her under him before she had time to realize what happened.
For a moment, both of them were silent. Both of their chests heaved, with beads of sweat falling off of Suzaku to mingle with the dampness on her own body. Just for a moment, they looked into each other's eyes--each filled with hesitation.
He was still hard, still straining for release. And by the flush of her face, so was she. They had gotten close, so close--but what had started out as a simple little game had gone way too far. If they did this, they couldn't take it back.
To Suzaku, it made no sense. She hated him. He couldn't stand her. Sure, the thought of pounding into her got him as hard as the next guy, but this wasn't right, was it? It wasn't a gentlemanly way.
But Kallen had been confined for too long. Too long had she been at the mercy of Kururugi Suzaku. No, it was not going to end here. Face glaring back once again, she grabbed him roughly by the back of the neck and pulled her towards him, once again catching his lower lip, biting down hard on the previous bruise.
He didn't think he could take it anymore. But that single action sent so much pleasure surging downward that he nearly lost his balance. Fuck it, he thought, fingers twisting in her red hair.
It was crazy, but so was everything else in this rotten world. Both of them had finally given up.
His fingers fumbled with the zipper of his pants, unable to move it properly over his straining member. But her own hands shot up to zip it down roughly, causing him to jerk back as the zipper nipped him.
But what did he care at that moment of pain? The second his pants were down her hands were on him, pulling, jerking, making him desperately try to remember how to kick his own pants off, as the sensations were beginning to get to be too much.
"Ka--Kallen!" he gasped her name, eyes strained shut. He wanted to push her away, but where was she? He couldn't open his eyes because the pleasure was so intense--
In the split second she removed her hand, she found an opening. Suzaku was pushed back down on the bed while she hovered over him triumphantly--the only thing left on her was a pair of lacy pink panties that were already wet.
A frown came upon his face. No, not this. He was going to get back up and push her down and take his pleasure from her and--
He fell back, helpless, as her hand encircled his weeping cock once more.
"You listen up here, Kururugi Suzaku," she told him, leaning forward, breath hot on his most sensitive organ. "You want this?"
"I..." he couldn't answer her. He didn't want to answer.
To answer was to admit that this was really happening.
"Then you--" she cut her words between small jerks. "Will--surrender--to--me."
Suzaku gave a louder moan as precum oozed from the tip. He had never gotten this hard on his own--he had never even gotten this hard with Euphie! So why--
Her last garment was flung aside, as Kallen straddled his hips once more--legs spread, and her own entrance just over his cock.
He had underestimated her. He had though that she was some weeping virgin who would beg him to stop sooner or later. Well, what did he know! She would show him!
Slowly she lowered herself just onto the tip. Suzaku's hips rose, trying to thrust into her, but instead she pulled back up, out of his reach. She did this a few more times, relishing in the small, high pitched gasping that came from him, before finally plunging down on him, encasing him completely in her control.
Her hands came down to pin his wrists to the mattress, her red hair falling down in wisps over his face as she slowly pulled back up, then thrust back down on him. Up, and down, up...and down. Slow, long, and surely torture for him.
The Knight of Seven was completely under her control, of that she was sure. The way that his head rolled back, the soft moans coming from him, how he didn't resist as she pinned him down. Yes, at last, she had won, and she would carry that triumph forever.
But she hadn't realized--though she moved him at a slow pace, he could hardly stand it. He needed it faster, harder--needed that release he was seeking. Just as she sunk down on him again, he made his move, pulling himself out of her grip, making him come to catch her across the waist, and hoisting her up, before thrusting back down again, this time making her gasp at the hard, piercing intrusion.
"You--!"
He managed to sit up, with her hands at his shoulders, trying to claw him back down. But no, he wouldn't let her take control again. He kept his hands on her waist, forcing her to meet that fast tempo he wanted.
His thrusts were hard, deep, and now she could feel that own coil of pleasure starting to unravel in her belly.
Faster, faster, his thrusts were becoming frantic, pushing into her so hard that even the bed began to bang, bang against the wall in time with their thrusts. It seemed the whole room shook with them as they lost all control with their frantic bucking against each other, needing that release that was soon to come.
Oh god, she could feel it, she could feel it in her as her toes began to clench, the pleasure forming at the base of her groin and beginning to surge--Not wanting to hand this victory all over to him, she grabbed him by the neck and pulled him down once more, kissing him roughly, so rough that now both of their lips were bruised--teeth mashing with her tongue, giving him pain with pleasure, a sensation that combined with everything else was making him so--
He let out a loud cry, thrusting a few more times into her as he came, riding out what he was sure was the longest orgasm he ever had. His last few thrusts ended it for her, as she shuddered against him as her insides contracted around him, squeezing the last of his orgasm from him.
They fell back, with Kallen falling against Suzaku's bare chest. And all was silent.
They didn't say another word to each other after that, whether they were both too shocked or ashamed, they didn't know.
But did it matter? Kallen knew you couldn't change the past. Suzaku had given up trying to act the nice guy around her.
Why give a damn, anyway?
Kallen had expected to be sent back to her cell, but it seems a certain Knight of Seven wanted to keep her around, for some reason. She realized after she heard a soft snore that Suzaku had fallen asleep--and when she tried to get up to sneak out, she found that his arm across her waist--why was it there?--was too strong. She couldn't budge.
Despite the fact that the last thing she wanted to do was spend the night in his bed, she had no choice.
She had thought that she might be up all night wondering what would come of this. Instead, she found sleep came far too easy.
The next morning, Suzaku said nothing to her--just tossed her her clothes as he dressed himself. She should have expected this--what happened in the middle of the night was not the talk for day.
Soon afterward, he opened the door and gestured for her to follow. She knew where he was taking her--back in her cell to rot, she imagined.
Well fine, let him throw her back in that cell. It's not like she cared.
The only words he even spoke to her after all that, were a few casually said as he let her back into her cell. "Someone will be up with your breakfast shortly."
He turned to leave, and that was when she lost it. "That's it?" she roared.
"What's it?" he glanced back, hardly showing emotion on his face.
"After all that--after last night, you just throw me back here and act like nothing's happened? What's the matter with you? What happened to being a gentleman--"
Without warning, he grabbed her and jerked her forward--yet no emotion showed in his eyes. "You helped me discover something last night, Kallen," he said coldly. "I'm no gentleman."
She stared, frozen upon the spot, until the fury rose up in her face. Pulling herself away, she didn't slap him, no, she reared back and spat, as hard as she could.
Spat on him, like he was a dog. Like he was nothing.
She gave him no harsh, biting words, instead, she turned away with a glare. He wasn't worth her words. A rotten, nasty being, that didn't deserve her acknowledgment.
Well, fine. Fine. Maybe that was true. He wasn't a good person. He wasn't a gentleman. Did he only help her out to satisfy his own guilty conscience? Well, he had fucked her last night because he wanted to, not because of some stupid game.
He wanted to hate himself. He wanted to feel shame and regret, but he felt nothing. No, he felt better knowing this--more at ease now that he realized what he was.
He could fight it, he could fight it all he wanted, but at this moment in time, he realized it was probably inevitable.
As he exited her cell, he wondered to himself; how long would the illusion last now that he had given up pretending?
How much longer would he be able to stand it before he shattered?
I totally blame fandom for this. You guys didn't give me enough SuzakuxKallen smut, so I had to write it myself.
(Also, why no SuzakuxKallen tag? D:)
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And yet, I can't see any way for them to NOT have hot sex. XD
Glad you enjoyed!
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Ah, I feel bad when I read stuff like this...
But...
Lord, I LOVE this pairing. SuzakuKallen and GinoKallen. ♥
Unfortunately, GinoKallen smut hardly exists.
Thanks for writing this. Awesome.
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As for GinoKallen, I just don't write it because I don't know what to DO with them. They hardly interacted at ALL, so I really don't feel qualified enough to figure out how exactly a sexual situation with them would work, since I feel like I don't know Gino well enough to write anything where he was the main character. The only characters I really center on are characters we've known for both seasons that had a lot of screentime, since I feel like I'm better able to write them if I completely know them, as opposed to just knowing them a little bit.
Plus, I have this thing for hatesex, and since GinoKallen isn't really a pairing for hatesex, I wouldn't have fun writing it. XD
Welcome! :D
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I was thinking on doing a continuation with Suzaku having to "interrogate" Kallen and it basically ends up with them screwing again, but I mean, THIS is a stretch. I can't see them falling into bed AGAIN after this. XD
If enough people want more, I'll consider it, since KallenxSuzaku = HOT.
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I kinda liked the "ungentlemanly" Suzaku. Dark & Sexy. :P And darling Kallen, I just LOVED whenever that little spitfire got on Suzaku's nerves.
Seriously, you did very well on this, bringing Suzaku and Kallen's hate for each other into the bedroom and turning it into a steamy battle of wills. Also, the part where they paused, unsure if they should continue, was a nice touch.
You definitely HAVE to write that sequel you're thinking of (will be so depressed if you don't). I can totally see them getting back in the sack again. After all, if I can't get enuf of them, I'm sure they can't get enuf of each other. hahaha :D
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I just think KoR Suzaku in general is sexy. Once he went "Fuck it" and the end of S1 and stopped pretending, Suzaku got sexy. XD Or I really just think its a fetish that I have for Ragezaku, since my favorite episodes always have Suzaku raging to some extent. XD
In series and out of it, I just love SuzakuxKallen chemistry. In terms of sex, they're pretty much the only two characters that have the stamina to handle each other. XD And in terms of personality, you can't get them both into a room together without them fighting to some extent. Which is why I really kept wishing they would get screw already during those episodes when she was in the box. Alas...*sigh* But that's how this story came about, anyway. XD
Fun fact: That pause wasn't actually planned. I always do a mini outline of all stories I do (including porn) just to keep it organized. That ended up as I was writing it where I wrote the word pause right there, and it made sense so I kept it. Even if Suzaku did go "Fuck it" the boy would definitlely not be able to go through with it without a "what am I doing?" moment first, I think.
Ah, I'm still considering it. I mean, I love SuzakuxKallen hatesex, but I dunno if a continuation fits in with the whole end of this story or not.
But, I'll see.
(I write too much in comments. Dx)
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But the fandom is sooo small and there's not enough of teh sex out there. ;A; *sobs*
Moar, please? ♥