code_geass ◾ ◾ Random senseless Lloyd/Guilford smut

I wasn't sure whether or not I wanted to post this, since it gets really GRAPHIC, but here goes nothing! =D

Title: Hospitalized
Pairing: Guilford and Lloyd (I wasn't sure which one I wanted to be seme and which to be uke, so I just wrote BOTH as two different versions of the same scenario)
Rating: NC-17. PROCEED WITH CAUTION
Warnings: Mansex. Spongebaths. Sorta-kinda unwilling Guilford. Possible OOC of both characters.
Summary: Guilford has been hospitalized after a battle with Zero and the Black Knights, and Lloyd has come to visit him. *cue baow chicka baow wow music*
Notes: While I DID actually base this off of a real scene from R2 (the scene from episode 5 where Lloyd and Cecile are visiting the beaten up and bedridden Guilford, and Lloyd makes the mistake of eating one of Cecile's sandwiches), I'm considering this kind of AU. This is because the scene in question probably took place aboard the Camelot and not in some random hospital. But oh well.

Oh yes, and you'll all be happy to know that this is the smuttiest thing I've EVER written (and only the second yaoi fanfic I've ever written~). And I've written a lot of smut in my days. xD

Also if anybody has any fanart or other fanfics for this pairing then PLEASE send them my way.

Also, like I said before, I wrote two versions of this fic, one where Lloyd ukes (my personal favorite), and one where Lloyd semes. Since I didn't feel like giving each one a different title, I just called them "Side A" and "Side B". They both have the same beginning and just end differently.

Side A:

    Hospitalized. Guilford was hospitalized. The Vanguard Lancer of the Empire, personal knight of Her Royal Highness the Second Princess Cornelia li Britannia, the captain of the Glaston Knights - he was hospitalized.
    It was all Zero's fault of course - using underhanded and dirty tactics to turn the battle to his favor, rescuing his Black Knights and killing two of Guilford's subordinates in the process. And now Guilford was hospitalized - the injuries weren't bad at all, just enough to merit being bandaged up and bedridden for at least two more days. But at the very least, he had company. His remaining Glaston Knights had come to visit him earlier, and now Cecile, the ever kind-hearted Cecile, had brought him some food. It was just too bad that she was a really lousy cook, but Guilford had learned to just humor her and tell her the food was delicious - he'd learned that lesson when Lloyd had been foolish enough to question her culinary skills after one particularly bad dinner. The bruises had taken around a week to heal, and the last thing Guilford needed now was to add injury to more injuries.
    But he couldn't help but think, when he saw her enter with the tray of food, smiling and waving cheerfully: "Why, god? What did I do to deserve this?". He smiled back of course. At least she was better company than the nurses who kept flirting with him. He had a suspicion that they were just making up excuses to come "check on him" by now. But even though she was better company than them, that didn't make up for the awful taste of the sandwich he forced himself to eat to appease her. When she offered him a second, he politely declined, lying through his teeth that he was full from hospital food.
    And then, Lloyd had entered with his usual cheerfully energetic demeanor, and after a bit of chatter with Cecile, picked up one of the sandwiches. Guilford had tried to warn his old friend. Really, he had, but the man had been too fast. And as Cecile had listed the ingredients - rye bread, wasabi paste, turmeric and wasanbon - Lloyd's expression had turned more and more morose, and he'd practically turned tail and fled the room. Then Cecile had turned to him, and asked "what could possibly be wrong with Lloyd-san?". Guilford's hasty reply had been, "Perhaps the wasabi was a bit too much for him?". And just like that Cecile left to go check on Lloyd, worried that he might be allergic to wasabi, and left Guilford alone again.

    Fifteen minutes passed, and the doors slid open again, to reveal Lloyd, still looking a bit morose but with his usual cheerful demeanor. The lavendar-haired man pranced in (for that was the only word Guilford could think of to describe the peculiar way that the man walked) and took the seat formerly occupied by Cecile, eyeballing the sandwiches warily.
    "Where did Cecile-san go?" Guilford asked, noticing that she had not followed him in. Lloyd grinned his usual grin at the darker-haired man.
    "I told her I had a stomachache, so she went to fetch some medecine and," and the man seemed to blanch at this, "some more food. Somehow she got the idea that some homemade chicken soup would help," Guilford sighed. Chicken soup made by Cecile was more likely to kill Lloyd - and himself, too - but he wasn't going to be telling Cecile that any time soon.
    They chatted for a few minutes about random things, mostly about how repairs were coming along to the various Knightmare Frames that were damaged in the previous battle with the Black Knights. Then, Lloyd seemed to remember something suddenly, and after furiously going through the many various pockets in his long white coat he finally found the item that he was seeking.
    A pack of gum.
    "Funny, I didn't take you for the type of person that chews gum," Guilford remarked, sort of abstractedly.
    "I don't," Lloyd replied, unpeeling a stick of the gum and popping it in his mouth, "...normally, anyway. But I have got to get the taste of those sandwiches out of my mouth," Guilford brightened up at the idea.
    "Good thinking! Could I have a piece?" he asked. Lloyd smiled apologetically at him.
    "Sorry, that was the last piece," the scientist replied. Guilford visibly slumped, shooting a look of absolute pity at Lloyd.
    Lloyd just laughed.
    "Quite endearing, Guilford, but you look rather pathetic when you do that,"
    Guilford straightened up, rolling his eyes at his friend, but not saying anything. A moment passed, and Lloyd suddenly smirked at Guilford.
    "Do you want my gum, Guilford?" Lloyd asked, a dangerous glint in his eyes. Said dangerous glint went mostly unnoticed by the darker-haired man, who merely raised an eyebrow.
    "The gum you are chewing?" he asked, confused. Lloyd just nodded, slowly.
    "...I think I'll pass. I'm sure I can get one of the nurses to bring me something to drink to wash away the taste," Lloyd just continued to smirk.
    "No, I insist. It was unfair of me to take the last piece," the lavendar-haired man replied, leaning over to the flummoxed Guilford and cutting off his next (confused) protest effectively by sealing the dark-haired man's lips with his own. Guilford stiffened in shock, eyes going wide behind his glasses, as Lloyd quickly and efficiently pushed the gum into the other man's mouth and leaned back abruptly, grinning at the knight.
    "There, now that that's settled..." he said, as Guilford gaped at him, completely thrown off-guard. A knock on the door caused Guilford to jump and blush a little, both men turning their attention to the door. A few seconds after the knock, a cheerful, brown-haired nurse practically burst in, a small yellow basin of water in one hand.
    "Hello Mr. Guilford! Would you like a sponge ba-" she bubbled cheerfully, abruptly stopping herself when she noticed Lloyd sitting in the chair beside the patient. She pouted and gave an annoyed huff, before quickly plastering a fake smile back on her face.
    "I see you have a guest. I'll come back in a while to check on you again, Mr. Guilford. Do you need anything?" she asked.
    Guilford, who was chewing on the gum absentmindedly, shook his head, thoughts of juice to wash away the taste of the sandwiches completely forgotten. Just as she was about to leave, Lloyd spoke up.
    "Could you perhaps leave that with me?" the scientist asked, indicating the basin of water in the nurse's left hand. Both Guilford and the nurse blinked at him.
    "Ah...what?" the nurse asked. Lloyd grinned innocently at her.
    "I asked if you could leave that with me," he repeated. "I believe it is my responsibility as a friend to help in any way I can when a friend has suffered such horrible injuries," Lloyd continued, theatrically. Guilford was glaring at him, but the nurse still seemed perplexed.
    "N-no, that's quite alright. It is the responsibility of the staff-" she responded, but he interrupted her.
    "Oh no no, I insist~!" he exclaimed, rising from his chair and, in what seemed to be one sweeping motion, relieved her of the basin and ushered her out of the door, her protesting all the while.
    "What are you doing?" Guilford asked, when the scientist turned back to look at him mischieviously.
    "Helping a friend, of course!" the lavendar-haired man replied, prancing again back to Guilford's bed and setting the basin of water down on one of the bedside tables. Guilford could now see that it was filled with soapy water and a sponge. He rolled his eyes briefly. He'd only been bedridden for one day, and that hardly merited a sponge bath. That nurse had a cheerful facade, but she was just a pervert underneath.
    But then, what did that say about Lloyd?
    "Really?" Guilford asked, with an underlying tone of "I don't believe you".
    "Really. I'm sure you would much rather have someone you know give you a sponge bath than some perverted nurse," Lloyd returned. Guilford briefly wondered if Lloyd even realized how outrageous that statement was coming from him.
    "I hardly think being bedridden for one day merits a sponge bath," he returned, adding a frosty glare for good measure. He was still quite confused and unsettled from the earlier kiss, or whatever it actually was, and he was almost entirely convinced that Lloyd had bad intentions for him.
    Very bad.
    "Oh on the contrary, my friend. You are quite dirty," Lloyd replied, smirking at the word "dirty".
    "I take offense to that!" Guilford replied, indignantly.
    "Well, of course you do. Now, kindly sit up for me, so I can get that robe off of you," Lloyd commanded. Guilford blushed.
    "I am not letting you give me a sponge bath! I'll just do it myself!" he protested.
    "Ah, but I wouldn't want you to strain yourself trying to reach your back. You might open your wounds!" Lloyd answered, almost chidingly, as he took one of Guilford's shoulders and practically forced him to sit up. Guilford sighed but obeyed. Perhaps Lloyd really was just trying to be helpful?
    Yeah, right.
    "Fine, fine," he gave in, as Lloyd wrung out the sponge lightly and started to wash his shoulders. And, as much as Guilford hated to admit it, it was rather soothing, and, to his suprise, platonic.
    Well, mostly platonic.
    Guilford had his suspicions from the beginning, of course, and the occasional "accidental" brushes of Lloyd's fingers against the skin of his waist and chest (which were annoyingly sensual) only served to solidify his suspicions. The breaths on the back of his neck and along the wet lines Lloyd drew with the sponge weren't helping ease his suspicions either.
    But of course, he wasn't entirely sure of Lloyd's dirty intentions until the lavendar-haired man drew the white sheet away from Guilford's lower body and, without pausing in the slightest, trailed the sponge down Guilford's pelvis and over his cock. The dark-haired man gritted his teeth and bunched his hands into fists, trying desperately not to think of the mild roughness of the sponge - not not not to get aroused. And he succeeded marvelously in this endeavor, until Lloyd "accidentally" brushed his fingers along the head. Guilford groaned low in the back of his throat and bit his lip, but to no avail. The thought crossed his mind that he was rather pathetic - the light brush of another man's fingers...Lloyd's fingers, and his cock was suddenly very hard - excrutiatingly hard - and standing to attention.
    "Congratulations~!" Lloyd said in his usual tone, looking up at Guilford from underneath his bangs (which, for some reason, Guilford found to be immensely sexy).
    "I've found the dirtiest part of your body. I think this merits some...special attention,"
    Before Guilford could even comprehend the statement - or for that matter, why it actually made him harder, Lloyd was kissing him again, pressing his lips against Guilford's quite insistently. One slightly cold hand was against the back of his head, fingers threaded through the silky strands of hair, holding his head still - no, tilting his head for better access, and the other was cupping his face, cold fingers feeling quite good against Guilford's heated cheek. Guilford returned the kiss, and he felt the other man's hand unthread itself from his hair as the kiss deepened. Guilford suddenly had to break off the kiss to gasp, jerking his head away from Lloyd's grip, as he felt a slightly cold hand grasp his cock firmly - the same cold had that had been threaded into his hair moments before.
    Holding him tightly - but infuratingly, teasingly, not moving his hand in the slightest, Lloyd reached up with the hand that had been cupping Guilford's cheek, and pulled the wad of gum out of his own mouth, tossing it somewhere away abstractedly. Guilford blinked in alarm. When had Lloyd reclaimed the gum? It didn't matter, though, as Lloyd began to run his fingers lightly up and down Guilford's length with the other hand. They locked eyes for a second, Guilford's gaze apprehensive and Lloyd's utterly mischievous. Lloyd suddenly reached back up, slowly removing Guilford's glasses and then his own, and almost absently tossing them into the basin of soapy water nearby.
    Guilford's annoyance at this was momentary, however, and Lloyd cut off whatever Guilford was going to say with what was possibly the most erotic thing Guilford had ever heard anyone say.
    "Very dirty indeed. So, shall I clean it with my tongue?"
    And just like that, Lloyd was no longer straddling him, but kneeling between the dark-haired man's legs, pressing his tongue (which was, strangely, also slightly cool) against the hard head of Guilford's erection. He couldn't manage to supress a gasp, especially as Lloyd took the head - just the head- into his mouth and began to gently suck. His hands fisted in the sheets, but Lloyd didn't seem to notice or care, running his tongue slowly down the shaft, then back up in an agonizingly slow movement. Guilford's eyes squeezed shut of their own accord when Lloyd returned to the tip and took far more than just the head into his mouth. Sucking, swirling, bobbing; Guilford became aware that he was gasping and moaning, and barely managed to quiet himself. Then, as abruptly as he'd started, Lloyd just stopped.
    Blinking himself out of his daze, Guilford opened his eyes and swung his head back down to look at Lloyd...at some point he'd let his head fall back against his shoulders. The fact that he hadn't noticed, however, was the least of his concerns. His eyes widened in...shock? Apprehension? Wonder? He wasn't sure which one to feel, perhaps all three? The sight he beheld was Lloyd, who was coating his own two fingers in saliva, undoubtedly in preparation for something. And Guilford was pretty sure he knew what that something was. No no, it was time to put a stop to this. He'd let himself get swept away until now, but he could still stop himself.
    "W-wait, I didn't--" Lloyd cut him off by kissing him again, a demanding kiss.
Guilford suddenly felt...something rub against the underside of his cock. The sudden rough friction had been more than enough to inspire a gasp from the black-haired man. He'd expected to see Lloyd smirking at him, but instead he was greeted with a rather unfamiliar sight - arousingly so. Lloyd's face was flushed, as the lavendar-haired man straddled Guilford just over his thighs. The scientist's own two fingers were buried in his ass, and the man bucked against said fingers, thrusting his cock almost violently against Guilford's as he moved his hips back and forth.
    That explained the sudden friction.
    He suddenly found that he couldn't move, some sort of protest died on his lips and was forgotten as he watched, almost hypnotized, as Lloyd bucked his hips against his own hand, slick fingers thrusting in and out of his ass in a strange mockery of the act that was to soon take place. Several long moments passed before Lloyd seemed to reach a decision of some sort and removed his hand, placing it instead on Guilford's hips along with the other hand, as he moved to straddle Guilford's torso. In one quick action, Lloyd pressed himself down against Guilford's erection, pushing the slick cock much further into him than his fingers had gone. Once he had buried himself to the hilt, he fell still, trembling with effort.
    Two sets of blue eyes locked, and Lloyd pushed himself up again, thrusting his body back down onto Guilford's cock. A strangled moan escaped his lips - Guilford could only guess that his cock had hit a soft spot inside of Lloyd. Several more times this happened, before Guilford couldn't hold back any longer, releasing the sheets from his fists and gripping Lloyd's ass, pulling his hips down down and thrusting up into the other man with a groan as Lloyd too pressed himself down. The cycle continued, Guilford letting a low groan or growl loose from his throat as he felt Lloyd shift on top of him, and Lloyd moaning in utter rapture every time that spot inside of him was struck.
    In a depressingly short amount of time, Guilford felt his orgasm building. A sudden possessive sort of notion struck him, and he released Lloyd's ass from his grip, instead shifting his attentions to Lloyd's untouched hardness.
    Lloyd stopped moving with a hiss as he felt Guilford's hand grip his cock, and for a terrible moment Guilford thought he had hurt the other man.
    "D-don't...touch...I-" Lloyd attempted to protest, but Guilford simply reached his free hand back up to one of Lloyd's hips and pulled him down, giving the other man a powerful thrust. Lloyd arched and moaned, and Guilford smiled for the first time since the whole debacle began.
    Matching his strokes up and down on Lloyd's length with his thrusts into the man, the two men worked their way quickly and efficiently toward climax, Lloyd coming in the other's hand with a loud moan as Guilford groaned and thrust one last time, filling him with his orgasm. Lloyd collapsed against Guilford's chest, panting and trembling.
    After a few moments, their breathing began to return to a somewhat normal pace and Lloyd sat up. Guilford moaned softly, as he was still buried inside of the lavendar-haired man. Sliding off of his cock and off of the bed in one fluid motion, Lloyd stood on shaky legs and pulled his pants back on. Guilford noticed that this was actually the only article of clothing Lloyd had even bothered to remove - he'd been wearing the green turtleneck and his white coat the entire time. It seemed preposterious... but then Guilford remembered where they were.
    And blushed bright crimson.
    "L-Lloyd, you-" he started, but Lloyd shushed him with a slender finger against his lips, as he plucked both pairs of glasses out of the soapy water and dried them on the bed sheets.
    "How could you...why would you-" Lloyd gave him a quick kiss, sliding both pairs of glasses onto their respective owners shortly after.
    "We could have been overheard-" Lloyd reached for the sponge, and shot a pointed look at the quite messy aftereffects of their recent 'activities'.
    "Oho~ It seems that you've somehow gotten even dirtier than before! Even though I cleaned you so well," the fairer-haired man was shooting him an infuriatingly cheerful grin.
    "Don't you even care?!" Guilford demanded. Lloyd pretended to think for a moment.
    "Nope!" he replied cheerfully and began to mop up the evidence of their act. They would later have to explain to the nurse that they had to throw the sponge away, because they'd "accidentally" gotten some of Cecile's sandwiches in it, and it was far too gone to try and salvage - a good way of avoiding having to eat the rest of Cecile's "lunch" and killing two birds with one stone.
    Neither of them seemed to remember the promise of chicken soup for dinner, but they did remember the promise that Guilford made, once he'd calmed down.
    "Once I get out of this hospital, I'm going to show you how it's really done".

Side B:

Hospitalized. Guilford was hospitalized. The Vanguard Lancer of the Empire, personal knight of Her Royal Highness the Second Princess Cornelia li Britannia, the captain of the Glaston Knights - he was hospitalized.
    It was all Zero's fault of course - using underhanded and dirty tactics to turn the battle to his favor, rescuing his Black Knights and killing two of Guilford's subordinates in the process. And now Guilford was hospitalized - the injuries weren't bad at all, just enough to merit being bandaged up and bedridden for at least two more days. But at the very least, he had company. His remaining Glaston Knights had come to visit him earlier, and now Cecile, the ever kind-hearted Cecile, had brought him some food. It was just too bad that she was a really lousy cook, but Guilford had learned to just humor her and tell her the food was delicious - he'd learned that lesson when Lloyd had been foolish enough to question her culinary skills after one particularly bad dinner. The bruises had taken around a week to heal, and the last thing Guilford needed now was to add injury to more injuries.
    But he couldn't help but think, when he saw her enter with the tray of food, smiling and waving cheerfully: "Why, god? What did I do to deserve this?". He smiled back of course. At least she was better company than the nurses who kept flirting with him. He had a suspicion that they were just making up excuses to come "check on him" by now. But even though she was better company than them, that didn't make up for the awful taste of the sandwich he forced himself to eat to appease her. When she offered him a second, he politely declined, lying through his teeth that he was full from hospital food.
    And then, Lloyd had entered with his usual cheerfully energetic demeanor, and after a bit of chatter with Cecile, picked up one of the sandwiches. Guilford had tried to warn his old friend. Really, he had, but the man had been too fast. And as Cecile had listed the ingredients - rye bread, wasabi paste, turmeric and wasanbon - Lloyd's expression had turned more and more morose, and he'd practically turned tail and fled the room. Then Cecile had turned to him, and asked "what could possibly be wrong with Lloyd-san?". Guilford's hasty reply had been, "Perhaps the wasabi was a bit too much for him?". And just like that Cecile left to go check on Lloyd, worried that he might be allergic to wasabi, and left Guilford alone again.

    Fifteen minutes passed, and the doors slid open again, to reveal Lloyd, still looking a bit morose but with his usual cheerful demeanor. The lavendar-haired man pranced in (for that was the only word Guilford could think of to describe the peculiar way that the man walked) and took the seat formerly occupied by Cecile, eyeballing the sandwiches warily.
    "Where did Cecile-san go?" Guilford asked, noticing that she had not followed him in. Lloyd grinned his usual grin at the darker-haired man.
    "I told her I had a stomachache, so she went to fetch some medecine and," and the man seemed to blanch at this, "some more food. Somehow she got the idea that some homemade chicken soup would help," Guilford sighed. Chicken soup made by Cecile was more likely to kill Lloyd - and himself, too - but he wasn't going to be telling Cecile that any time soon.
    They chatted for a few minutes about random things, mostly about how repairs were coming along to the various Knightmare Frames that were damaged in the previous battle with the Black Knights. Then, Lloyd seemed to remember something suddenly, and after furiously going through the many various pockets in his long white coat he finally found the item that he was seeking.
    A pack of gum.
    "Funny, I didn't take you for the type of person that chews gum," Guilford remarked, sort of abstractedly.
    "I don't," Lloyd replied, unpeeling a stick of the gum and popping it in his mouth, "...normally, anyway. But I have got to get the taste of those sandwiches out of my mouth," Guilford brightened up at the idea.
    "Good thinking! Could I have a piece?" he asked. Lloyd smiled apologetically at him.
    "Sorry, that was the last piece," the scientist replied. Guilford visibly slumped, shooting a look of absolute pity at Lloyd.
    Lloyd just laughed.
    "Quite endearing, Guilford, but you look rather pathetic when you do that,"
    Guilford straightened up, rolling his eyes at his friend, but not saying anything. A moment passed, and Lloyd suddenly smirked at Guilford.
    "Do you want my gum, Guilford?" Lloyd asked, a dangerous glint in his eyes. Said dangerous glint went mostly unnoticed by the darker-haired man, who merely raised an eyebrow.
    "The gum you are chewing?" he asked, confused. Lloyd just nodded, slowly.
    "...I think I'll pass. I'm sure I can get one of the nurses to bring me something to drink to wash away the taste," Lloyd just continued to smirk.
    "No, I insist. It was unfair of me to take the last piece," the lavendar-haired man replied, leaning over to the flummoxed Guilford and cutting off his next (confused) protest effectively by sealing the dark-haired man's lips with his own. Guilford stiffened in shock, eyes going wide behind his glasses, as Lloyd quickly and efficiently pushed the gum into the other man's mouth and leaned back abruptly, grinning at the knight.
    "There, now that that's settled..." he said, as Guilford gaped at him, completely thrown off-guard. A knock on the door caused Guilford to jump and blush a little, both men turning their attention to the door. A few seconds after the knock, a cheerful, brown-haired nurse practically burst in, a small yellow basin of water in one hand.
    "Hello Mr. Guilford! Would you like a sponge ba-" she bubbled cheerfully, abruptly stopping herself when she noticed Lloyd sitting in the chair beside the patient. She pouted and gave an annoyed huff, before quickly plastering a fake smile back on her face.
    "I see you have a guest. I'll come back in a while to check on you again, Mr. Guilford. Do you need anything?" she asked.
    Guilford, who was chewing on the gum absentmindedly, shook his head, thoughts of juice to wash away the taste of the sandwiches completely forgotten. Just as she was about to leave, Lloyd spoke up.
    "Could you perhaps leave that with me?" the scientist asked, indicating the basin of water in the nurse's left hand. Both Guilford and the nurse blinked at him.
    "Ah...what?" the nurse asked. Lloyd grinned innocently at her.
    "I asked if you could leave that with me," he repeated. "I believe it is my responsibility as a friend to help in any way I can when a friend has suffered such horrible injuries," Lloyd continued, theatrically. Guilford was glaring at him, but the nurse still seemed perplexed.
    "N-no, that's quite alright. It is the responsibility of the staff-" she responded, but he interrupted her.
    "Oh no no, I insist~!" he exclaimed, rising from his chair and, in what seemed to be one sweeping motion, relieved her of the basin and ushered her out of the door, her protesting all the while.
    "What are you doing?" Guilford asked, when the scientist turned back to look at him mischieviously.
    "Helping a friend, of course!" the lavendar-haired man replied, prancing again back to Guilford's bed and setting the basin of water down on one of the bedside tables. Guilford could now see that it was filled with soapy water and a sponge. He rolled his eyes briefly. He'd only been bedridden for one day, and that hardly merited a sponge bath. That nurse had a cheerful facade, but she was just a pervert underneath.
    But then, what did that say about Lloyd?
    "Really?" Guilford asked, with an underlying tone of "I don't believe you".
    "Really. I'm sure you would much rather have someone you know give you a sponge bath than some perverted nurse," Lloyd returned. Guilford briefly wondered if Lloyd even realized how outrageous that statement was coming from him.
    "I hardly think being bedridden for one day merits a sponge bath," he returned, adding a frosty glare for good measure. He was still quite confused and unsettled from the earlier kiss, or whatever it actually was, and he was almost entirely convinced that Lloyd had bad intentions for him.
    Very bad.
    "Oh on the contrary, my friend. You are quite dirty," Lloyd replied, smirking at the word "dirty".
    "I take offense to that!" Guilford replied, indignantly.
    "Well, of course you do. Now, kindly sit up for me, so I can get that robe off of you," Lloyd commanded. Guilford blushed.
    "I am not letting you give me a sponge bath! I'll just do it myself!" he protested.
    "Ah, but I wouldn't want you to strain yourself trying to reach your back. You might open your wounds!" Lloyd answered, almost chidingly, as he took one of Guilford's shoulders and practically forced him to sit up. Guilford sighed but obeyed. Perhaps Lloyd really was just trying to be helpful?
    Yeah, right.
    "Fine, fine," he gave in, as Lloyd wrung out the sponge lightly and started to wash his shoulders. And, as much as Guilford hated to admit it, it was rather soothing, and, to his suprise, platonic.
    Well, mostly platonic.
    Guilford had his suspicions from the beginning, of course, and the occasional "accidental" brushes of Lloyd's fingers against the skin of his waist and chest (which were annoyingly sensual) only served to solidify his suspicions. The breaths on the back of his neck and along the wet lines Lloyd drew with the sponge weren't helping ease his suspicions either.
    But of course, he wasn't entirely sure of Lloyd's dirty intentions until the lavendar-haired man drew the white sheet away from Guilford's lower body and, without pausing in the slightest, trailed the sponge down Guilford's pelvis and over his cock. The dark-haired man gritted his teeth and bunched his hands into fists, trying desperately not to think of the mild roughness of the sponge - not not not to get aroused. And he succeeded marvelously in this endeavor, until Lloyd "accidentally" brushed his fingers along the head. Guilford groaned low in the back of his throat and bit his lip, but to no avail. The thought crossed his mind that he was rather pathetic - the light brush of another man's fingers...Lloyd's fingers, and his cock was suddenly very hard - excrutiatingly hard - and standing to attention.
    "Congratulations~!" Lloyd said in his usual tone, looking up at Guilford from underneath his bangs (which, for some reason, Guilford found to be immensely sexy).
    "I've found the dirtiest part of your body. I think this merits some...special attention,"
    Before Guilford could even comprehend the statement - or for that matter, why it actually made him harder, Lloyd was kissing him again, pressing his lips against Guilford's quite insistently. One slightly cold hand was against the back of his head, fingers threaded through the silky strands of hair, holding his head still - no, tilting his head for better access, and the other was cupping his face, cold fingers feeling quite good against Guilford's heated cheek. Guilford returned the kiss, and he felt the other man's hand unthread itself from his hair as the kiss deepened. Guilford suddenly had to break off the kiss to gasp, jerking his head away from Lloyd's grip, as he felt a slightly cold hand grasp his cock firmly - the same cold had that had been threaded into his hair moments before.
    Holding him tightly - but infuratingly, teasingly, not moving his hand in the slightest, Lloyd reached up with the hand that had been cupping Guilford's cheek, and pulled the wad of gum out of his own mouth, tossing it somewhere away abstractedly. Guilford blinked in alarm. When had Lloyd reclaimed the gum? It didn't matter, though, as Lloyd began to run his fingers lightly up and down Guilford's length with the other hand. They locked eyes for a second, Guilford's gaze apprehensive and Lloyd's utterly mischievous. Lloyd suddenly reached back up, slowly removing Guilford's glasses and then his own, and almost absently tossing them into the basin of soapy water nearby.
    Guilford's annoyance at this was momentary, however, and Lloyd cut off whatever Guilford was going to say with what was possibly the most erotic thing Guilford had ever heard anyone say.
    "Very dirty indeed. So, shall I clean it with my tongue?"
    And just like that, Lloyd was no longer straddling him, but kneeling between the dark-haired man's legs, pressing his tongue (which was, strangely, also slightly cool) against the hard head of Guilford's erection. He couldn't manage to supress a gasp, especially as Lloyd took the head - just the head- into his mouth and began to gently suck. His hands fisted in the sheets, but Lloyd didn't seem to notice or care, running his tongue slowly down the shaft, then back up in an agonizingly slow movement. Guilford's eyes squeezed shut of their own accord when Lloyd returned to the tip and took far more than just the head into his mouth. Sucking, swirling, bobbing; Guilford became aware that he was gasping and moaning, and barely managed to quiet himself. Then, as abruptly as he'd started, Lloyd just stopped.
    Blinking himself out of his daze, Guilford opened his eyes and swung his head back down to look at Lloyd...at some point he'd let his head fall back against his shoulders. The fact that he hadn't noticed, however, was the least of his concerns. His eyes widened in...shock? Apprehension? Wonder? He wasn't sure which one to feel, perhaps all three? The sight he beheld was Lloyd, who was coating his own two fingers in saliva, undoubtedly in preparation for something. And Guilford was pretty sure he knew what that something was. No no, it was time to put a stop to this. He'd let himself get swept away until now, but he could still stop himself.
    "W-wait, I didn't--" Lloyd cut him off by kissing him again, a demanding kiss.
    Lloyd broke the kiss this time, moving his mouth to attack the side of Guilford's neck, which Guilford answered with a groan, and then a startled gasp. Lloyd had pressed the tip of one wet finger into his ass. Lloyd continued to lick and suck at Guilford's neck, slowly sliding the finger into the other man. Lloyd's other cool hand came up to close around Guilford's cock again as he buried his finger fully into Guilford's ass, and the lavender-haired man gave the other a slow stroke as he slid his finger out and then back in, slowly. Gradually, he increased the speed of his finger's thrust into Guilford, matching it with the speed of each firm stroke over Guilford's cock, pointedly ignoring the groans of pain and weak protests from the other man.
    The sudden addition of the second finger caused Guilford to suddenly arch in pain, gasping, but Lloyd answered this with a hard jerk on the man's cock, iliciting a groan of pleasure from the man. For a few more tense moments, Lloyd thrust his fingers in and out of Guilford, still matching the pace with a stroke or jerk on his cock. Once the groans of pain quieted down, Lloyd removed his hands entirely, sitting back between Guilford's spread legs for a moment to let the other man catch his breath.
    Guilford blinked and looked up, to see Lloyd smirking down at him as he slicked his own cock. Lloyd's eyes seemed to be asking Guilford permission for what he was about to do, as preposterous as that seemed. And despite his earlier protests, Guilford was no longer opposed to the idea. His body seemed to beg for it, and this once, just this once, Guilford was willing to listen to the urges of his body. He nodded, all the permission Lloyd needed.
    The lavendar-haired scientist gripped Guilford's legs firmly and pressed his erection into the other man's ass, slowly pushing himself inside until his his hips met Guilford's flesh. Guilford screwed his eyes shut and gripped the sheets against the pain, even as Lloyd again jerked his hand along Guilford's cock almost violently. Suddenly, Lloyd was moving inside of the other man, pulling back and then thrusting in almost gently, increasing the power behind each thrust gradually.
    On one of the stronger thrusts, Guilford suddenly arched his back and nearly shouted Lloyd's name as the other man had thrust his cock almost directly against his swollen prostate. Through eyes hooded by pleasure, he saw the other man smirk almost evilly and pull out, nearly ramming himself into Guilford and thrusting up against the same spot as hard as he could. Guilford's literal scream of pleasure was muffled for the most part by Lloyd's mouth and tongue as he kissed him again, firmly, almost chidingly. After all, it wouldn't do for some nosy nurse or doctor to walk in on this.
    Another hard thrust had much the same effect, Guilford's scream this time cut off by the fact that he had tightly shut both his eyes and mouth. More thrusts, more powerful than the first, and Guilford could feel his climax approaching, even though Lloyd hadn't touched his cock at all since he had first entered him. Another thrust, Lloyd was licking and biting at his neck almost violently, and Guilford realized for the first time that his hips, almost of their own accord, were moving to meet each thrust. Another couple of thrusts, and Guilford cried out Lloyd's name, his orgasm spilling onto his own chest and stomach. Lloyd groaned the other man's name as well and buried himself as far into Guilford as possible, emptying himself with a shudder.
    It was several moments before either of them could even think coherently, and Lloyd was the first to move. He pulled out of Guilford, sliding off of the bed with shaky legs and pulling on his pants. Guilford hadn't even noticed when the man had even taken off his pants, but they were, indeed, the only article of clothing the fairer-haired man had removed.
    Guilford smiled as a thought struck him. Lloyd had been going commando.
    "Oops! It seems you've gotten even dirtier than before!" Lloyd exclaimed, plucking the two pairs of glasses out of the soapy water and drying them on the bed sheets. Guilford sighed and let his head flop back against the thin hospital pillows.
    "And whose fault is that?" he asked with a grin. Lloyd reached for the sponge, and began to clean up the 'aftermath' of their sordid act. As the world slowly came back into focus for Guilford, he was suddenly aware of a slight pain in his torso, which slowly developed into a sharp pain. He looked down, and noticed that red was spreading across some of the bandages in the general area of the pain.
    "...I believe I've re-opened my wound," he said, in a voice of general disbelief.
    "Shall I call the nurse?" Lloyd asked. Guilford shrugged.
    "Why not? And then we can explain why my wound was re-opened," Guilford muttered, a bit darkly. Lloyd grinned.
    "Yes, why don't we? It would certainly get her to leave you alone," Lloyd said in a matter-of-fact tone, reaching for the button that would call the nurse. Guilford stopped him, giving him a pleading look, and he sighed. "Okay, fine. I'm sure they'll discover it for themselves when they examine you later," Lloyd replied with a huff.
    Guilford was left to wonder whether Lloyd meant that they would discover the re-opened wound, or...