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Fanfiction
Title: You Are Mine

Author: Me ^_^

Rating: NC-17. which means graphic sexual situations.

Pairing: LuluSuzaLulu

Summary: Umm...I'm bad at summaries. Suzaku is visiting Lelouche and gets stuck over his house due to a blizzard, with no-one but the two of them there. This occurs before the massive fall-out episodes that left us all shell-shocked. It was also written before Suzaku was Geass-ed in the show.

Spoilers: None. You can place this at any interval as long as it's before things became interesting.



Suzaku pulled back the curtains and couldn’t help but whistle in amazement. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen it snow this hard before, Lulu. Do you think your sister will be okay?”

Lulu nodded and tapped a bunch of papers on the desk before him, evening them before putting them in an envelope. “She’s over a family friend’s house. She’ll be safe there.”

“Are you sure?” Suzaku asked, concern laden in his voice.

Lulu gave Suzaku a small, wry smile. “I doubt that any kind of vehicle will be able to move in that snow besides the occasionally stupid pedestrian; you worry too much, Suzaku.”

“And you don’t worry enough,” Suzaku countered as he let the drapes fall. He turned to see Lulu giving him a strange smile.

“You also know that this means that I’m not letting you walk across campus.”

“What?! But...!”

Lulu shook his head, ignoring Suzaku’s protests. “No, you’re not being a bother, no, I don’t mind, and you’d get frostbite out there in minutes. I’ve heard it’s bad out there, with wind-chill. I forbid you to go out there.” Lulu’s face and voice softened. “You’re too good of a friend to lose.”

Suzaku was about to protest, but the warmth of Lulu and the house he was in won out over the desire to not be a bother and return to a cold dorm with equally cold people.

“Fine, but only since you insist,” Suzaku said, a small smile on his face.

“Good,” Lulu affirmed. There was a thoughtful pause before Lulu walked over to Suzaku and took
his hand. “Come. Let me show you around. You’ve only seen the entryway and the dining room.
There are many more rooms than those, you know.”

Suzaku laughed and allowed himself to be pulled along.

As they walked, Suzaku felt himself relaxing for perhaps the first time in years. With Lulu, he felt that they were kids again, with no care in the world for anything larger than what immediately surrounded them.

He never noticed that he never let go of Lulu’s hand, nor that the other young man seem to want to withdraw his.

When they had made it through the entire house, ending in Lulu’s room, Lulu gave him a wry smile. “I’m sorry, but that’s all there is to see. I wish it had taken more time, but I haven’t lived here all that long, and it’s only Nunally, myself, and Nunally’s nurse.”

“It must be lonely,” Suzaku replied, sympathy in his voice.

“Maybe. But I can imagine that you were lonelier,” Lulu murmured. “You’ve had no-one.”

Suzaku shook his head. “I’ve been fine. Though it is nice to have company now.”

Lulu paused, then pulled Suzaku to him, holding him. “You’re not alone anymore.”

“Lelouche–!”

“I missed you. When we were first separated I wondered how you were, if you were okay.”

“L–l-Lulu...” Suzaku stuttered before gently disengaging himself from the embrace. “Are you okay? You’re not sick, are you?”

Lulu gave Suzaku a small, slightly mocking smile. “Are you, of all people, chiding me for being concerned about someone?”

“What? No–I–“

Lulu laughed softly, his arms still around Suzaku’s waist. “We’re so different, you and I,” Lulu murmured, eyes half-closed.

Suzaku slowly shook his head. “Not really. You’re just more cynical.”

Lulu chuckled and made eye contact with Suzaku. “Maybe this is why...” A small smile turned up the corners of his mouth. “You see the world as it should be, and I see it how it is.”

“What?” Suzaku asked, a puzzled frown creasing his face.

“Nothing. Come. Let’s find you a room and some bed-clothes.”

Suzaku was about to protest, but Lulu’s firm grip on his wrist made him follow and, a soft laugh bubbled past his lips. In the past it had been he who had dragged Lulu everywhere; now it was the opposite. As they walked, Suzaku looked at Lulu and thought. Lulu had changed over the years they had been apart; he seemed more intense, more focused...there wasn’t any one way to describe who the dark-haired youth had become.

Suzaku idly wondered what Lulu thought of the person he had become.

Lulu brought him into one of the larger guest rooms they had visited before and Suzaku frowned.

“You’re not going to have me sleep in here, are you?”

“Of course. I’m going to let you sleep in the closet.”

The scorn and sarcasm that dripped from Lulu’s words made Suzaku both blush and grin.

“You’re staying in here. There’s no reason for you to stay anywhere else,” Lulu continued, as if not having noticed Suzaku’s reaction. Suzaku watched as Lulu walked over to a dresser, threw the doors open and rummaged through it before finding the correct drawer. He gestured Suzaku over before indicating the drawer. “Pick something you like.”

Suzaku looked in the drawer, half-expecting to find some clothes that reeked of wealth. Instead, only loose T-shirts and regular pajama pants met his eyes. Suzaku could tell that Lulu was amused with his reaction.

“Is it that much of a surprise?” Lulu asked, amusement in his voice.

Suzaku paused, then shook his head. “A little. But I should have known better, since it is you.”

Lulu gave him a half-smile and walked towards the window in the room. “True.”

Suzaku smiled slightly and rummaged through the clothing, eventually picking out a simple white shirt and simple plaid pajama pants. He shut the drawer, then closed the dresser’s doors. He looked over to thank Lulu and he couldn’t help but stare. The muted light from the feathered world beyond the glass caught in his hair and reflected in his eyes, contrasting the warm golden glow of the lights of the room they were in. To Suzaku, it appeared that he was caught between shadows and light, succumbing to neither but not becoming part of them either.

“I’m being polite and letting you change without me looking.”

Suzaku blinked, then chuckled.

Lulu watched through the reflection on the glass as Suzaku stripped down to his boxers. Training in the army had done wonders for the young man’s body. A small, sly smile bloomed on Lulu’s face, and he focused on the snow still coming down in clumps outside.

“Don’t you need to change, too?” he heard Suzaku ask.

Lulu turned and smiled at him. “True. But you’ll help me, won’t you?”

“Wha–?”

The Geass caught him mid-sentence, and Suzaku stilled.

“Come here,” Lelouche purred. Suzaku meandered over and Lelouche reached out and caressed Suzaku’s face.

“Take off my jacket.”

Suzaku’s hands drifted up, unbuttoned the clasp that held the jacket together, then slipped the fabric off of Lelouche’s arms, and letting the fabric pool at his feet.

“Take off my shirt.”

Suzaku’s fingers deftly unbuttoned Lelouche’s shirt, before pushing it down his arms again, the discarded item falling gracelessly.

“Touch me.” When Suzaku hesitated, Lelouche added, “Now.”

Suzaku’s hands lightly, hesitantly began to explore Lelouche’s chest and arms. Lelouche’s eyes closed half-way, a small smile forming on his face, a sigh escaping his lips as Suzaku’s touches grew less hesitant and more confident. Suzaku’s hands meandered over Lelouche’s upper body, tracing the contours of muscle, and Lelouche relaxed under the attention.

“Stop.”

Suzaku reluctantly did so.

“Take off your shirt.”

There was a mild flash of annoyance that it had to come off so soon after being donned, but it was shed nonetheless.

Lelouche reached out and gently caressed Suzaku’s neck, feeling the pulse beating beneath the fragile skin. His fingers ran over the supple muscle of Suzaku’s shoulders, lightly pinched his nipples, making the other boy jerk slightly, his mouth opening partly. Lelouche’s hands ran over Suzaku’s chest and arms, before following a small line of pubic hair down to the waistband of the pajamas.

“Kiss me.”

Another small hesitation, though much shorter this time, and needed no second command.

Suzaku’s lips were warm against his own, and Lelouche felt a strange feeling pass through him, something he had never quite experienced before.

Was this lust? Was this need? Was this desire?

Those questions were put aside as Lelouche drew Suzaku to him, pressing him closer, hand on the small of his back, grinding their hips together. Suzaku lightly bit Lelouche’s lip in surprise, but both ignored he slight tang of metal in their mouths as the kiss deepened. They finally broke apart for air, Lelouche becoming aroused and acutely aware of where their bodies were touching.

“Pants off. Now.”

Suzaku’s hands undid Lelouche’s belt, unzipped the fly, and slipped under the waist of the pants. He pushed down, having to work around a growing erection, and let the pants slide down Lelouche’s legs once the slacks were down far enough. He was about to reach for the waistband of the pajamas he was wearing, but Lelouche got to them first. Lelouche’s hands slipped beneath the fabric of both pants and under-ware and began to slowly pull the garments down, hands caressing as he did so. Suzaku jerked when Lelouche’s hands brushed his own erection, and Lelouche saw him shiver when there was no cloth covering him.

They embraced again, and the kiss they shared was heated, full of need and desire that burned. With an unspoken command Suzaku pulled Lelouche’s under-ware off, and nothing was between them. Skin on skin.

They parted, panting, and their eyes locked. Somehow they ended up on the bed, Suzaku leaning over a prone Lelouche.

“Kiss me here,” Lelouche gestured to his lips, “Here,” the base of his neck, “Here,” he purred as his fingers circle his own nipples, “and here.” He drew out the last syllable as a finger traced a path down his stomach.

Suzaku did as he was bidden. The kiss on the lips was light, barely a brush, that nevertheless manage to convey such heat that Lelouche nearly purred. The kiss on the base of his neck was just as gentle, a nuzzle that sent shivers through the prone youth. Suzaku’s lips drifted down Lelouche’s chest, leaving butterfly kisses across his chest before turning his attention to one of his nipples. Lelouche shuddered as Suzaku’s mouth played with him, and manage to say, “Touch me,” though it took a surprising amount of effort.
Suzaku’s hands began to move as well, searching all of Lelouche’s body, clumsy but interested. Lelouche arched under the attention and hissed “Yes…”

Suzaku’s mouth turned away from Lelouche’s chest and began to trail down the prone youth’s stomach, kisses ferociously gentle. Suzaku’s lips stopped inches away from Lelouche’s expectation , making him growl softly. He slid his hands beneath Suzaku’s chin and lightly drew him up so they were face to face again. He caressed Suzaku’s face for a moment, noting with mute satisfaction the red light ringing Suzaku’s irises. He eased Suzaku on top of him and captured his lips in a kiss that steadily grew more heated.

When they parted after what seemed an eternity, Lelouche flipped them, he now positioned over Suzaku. His hands now roamed over Suzaku’s body, caressing, teasing, making Suzaku pant and fidget. Lelouche’s kisses left no marks but they burned into Suzaku’s body, claiming him. It was only once Suzaku began to whimper with need that he stopped torturing the youth. They kissed again, and now their tongues danced with each other as hands roamed the other’s body. One of Lelouche's hands brushed against Suzaku's arousal and Suzaku gasped, his nails digging a little harder into Lelouche's skin than intended. Lelouche's smile was cold and beautiful, and he let his hand lightly brush against Suzaku, making him buck and whine. He stopped and made Suzaku look at him, and had to suppress a shiver when he saw the heat in Suzaku's eyes.

“Me first. Then, if you're good, I'll let you have your release,” he purred, his eyes
half-lidded, his bedroom voice making Suzaku shiver. Lelouche rolled over onto his back, lying next to Suzaku.

“Now,” Lelouche murmured, the command in his voice unmistakable. Suzaku rolled over and pushed himself up enough to drape languidly over Lelouche. He nuzzled the indent where jaw met neck as one hand drifted down Lelouche's body, wandering, maddening caresses trailing need. One of his fingers lightly drifted down Lelouche's length, making the prince shudder. Each caress was torture as more stimulation was applied with each addition of a finger used to caress. When Suzaku's entire hand was finally involved in the endeavor, Lelouche found himself bucking to the rhythm Suzaku set, an undignified moan escaping his lips. Lelouche felt as if he would find completion, but an intense desire to make Suzaku squirm as he himself was doing made him stay Suzaku's hand. A flicker of confusion passed over Suzaku's face before Lelouche had him on his back, staring up at intense purple eyes that seared his soul. Lelouche's kisses weren't gentle, and his caresses were violating, but when his hand curled around Suzaku's erection all breath and thought left the soldier.

By now their bodies were slick with sweat and the night had grown around them, the lights in the room having dimmed. Lelouche's hand on Suzaku's erection and his mouth on Suzaku's body was more stimulus than the soldier had ever had in his life. He was squirming, the occasional moan escaping his lips, his hands running over Lelouche's back and shoulders, seeking to remain at least in slight contact with reality. With a short, soft cry of lust and completion, Suzaku came under Lelouche's hand. Lelouche's eyes glowed with something akin to triumph, and he let the sticky hand draw slowly up Suzaku's stomach.

“My turn,” Lelouche whispered, lust laced through his words. He took one of Suzaku's hands in his and guided it down his stomach. Suzaku's hand languidly stroked Lelouche's erection, and it took nearly no time for Lelouche to come beneath Suzaku's ministrations, a cry of Suzaku's name escaping his lips as his body shuddered and jerked. The two young men were silent for a few minutes, their breathing returning slowly to normal, the adrenaline and the endorphin fading.

“Come. Shower with me,” Lelouche murmured and reluctantly stood. Suzaku obediently did as he was told and followed, trailing the prince. Lelouche stopped for a moment, and turned to face Suzaku.

“You are mine, Suzaku. I forbid you from being physically intimate with anyone else. I cannot tell you to not feel love anyone else, but you, body and mind, are mine, and I do not like
sharing. Understood?”

Suzaku nodded.

A feral smile passed across Lelouche’s face and he led Suzaku to the bathroom.

---

Suzaku yawned and stretched his eyes opening slowly.

“Is it morning already?” he murmured and looked up at the ceiling. He rolled over onto his side and squinted out the window.

It was solid white.

Suzaku was intrigued, and forced himself out of the warm bed and into the colder air to peer out the window. As he marveled at the depth of snow that had managed to fall on them he heard a knock on the door.

“Yes?” he called out.

He turned and saw Lulu walk in, an amused smile on his face.

“In case you couldn’t tell, we have a snow day. No teachers are able to get here, and no student wants to brave the weather to go anywhere. Looks like you’re stuck here for a little while longer.”

When before Suzaku would have protested, he found he didn’t mind anymore. Spending time with Lulu actually sounded...good. Like he wouldn’t want to be spending time with anyone else.

“I think I’ll survive,” Suzaku replied, voice thick with amusement.

Lulu flashed him a quick smile, then asked, “You want breakfast?”

Suzaku didn’t really have to think; his stomach growled loud enough that Lulu could hear it from across the room.

Lulu chuckled and turned, leaving the door open behind him. Suzaku yawned, stretched, and followed languidly after.

He never noticed he wasn’t wearing the same pajamas he had put on the night before.



Thank you for reading!