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[fanfic] Child [Code Geass]
Title: Child
Rating: PG-13 for quick-as-hell references to child abuse and non-explicit sex.
Fandom: Code Geass
Characters: Lelouch Lamperouge, Suzaku Kururugi
Summary: (Kinkmeme request.) A memory interferes.
Rating: PG-13 for quick-as-hell references to child abuse and non-explicit sex.
Fandom: Code Geass
Characters: Lelouch Lamperouge, Suzaku Kururugi
Summary: (Kinkmeme request.) A memory interferes.
"Let me," Suzaku whispers into his neck.
Lelouch's long fingers tremble in their grip on Suzaku's shoulders. His breaths are long, noisy, uneven, faltering.
"Nervous?" Suzaku asks as gently as possible.
"No," Lelouch says sternly. Suzaku smiles, not having expected anything else. And just to prove how not not-in-control he is, Lelouch leans back and unbuttons his blazer all on his own. Very carefully he folds it and pushes it out of the way. Then he meet's Suzaku's eyes with a haughty tilt to his chin and a defiant edge in his imperious gaze.
Suzaku moves back from the bed and kneels before Lelouch, palms always shown. He smiles, amused, under Lelouch's glare, and says, "More." He untucks his white shirt, having discarded that heavy blazer long ago somewhere near the couch. Lelouch hesitates and then untucks his own chair.
Suzaku laughs softly. A brief smile flits across Lelouch's own countenance. Suzaku slowly unbuttons his shirt; Lelouch slowly unbuttons his shirt. Suzaku slowly slides it off; Lelouch slowly slides it off.
--but here the prince stops and finally looks away. He bring his arms up to cradle and shield his naked torso, looking very feminine, something like a mother holding an invisible child. Suzaku reaches out with warm hands and tugs the child-fold out of Lelouch's arms. Lelouch bows his head and lets Suzaku runs fingers over the smooth skin of his thin chest, his broad shoulders. Suzaku hears it when he gulps in the dead silence of the dark bedroom.
Again Suzaku leans back and again Lelouch glares. (His long white fingers grip the edge of the bed until the sheet creaks.) Suzaku unbuckles the belt of his pants. A sigh rattles through Lelouch before Lelouch does the same. Suzaku unzips; Lelouch unzips.
"Are you alright?" Suzaku asks.
"Of course," Lelouch says, voice tight with agitation. He stands abruptly and Suzaku follows.
"Let me," he whispers again, and this time Lelouch lets him. Suzaku skims his hands down Lelouch's body and tugs the pants and lets them fall. The sound of the buckle on the wood is loud enough to make Lelouch jump. Suzaku chuckles lightly and pecks Lelouch on the lips. "You're fine."
"I'm fine," Lelouch repeats quietly. He kisses Suzaku on his own initiative for once, and unlike Suzaku's kisses-- hot and wet and passionate --Lelouch kisses with the sweetness of children, of family, of closeness. He kisses with lips pressed, mouth closed, tugging lightly, lingering and lingering. With this kiss, Suzaku moves forward, Lelouch backward, and lowers his lover to the bed.
Suzaku didn't know.
And they kiss and they touch and Suzaku is bold and Lelouch is light but assured in his movements. All clothes eventually divested (all of Lelouch's: neatly folded), they writhe, nude, panting. Nervous and estatic, and Suzaku didn't know.
Suzaku laughs without breath and leaves the bed to find the lube in the back pocket of the pants he had thrown away a bit harder than he meant to. He leaves Lelouch on the bed, cold and shivering. When he turns back, Lelouch is on his side, knees drawn up, arms drawn in, brow pinched vaguely. Fetal position. "Cold?" and Lelouch nods and rolls onto his stomach. Suzaku rejoins him, covers him, heavy and ready.
And Suzaku didn't know-- couldn't know-- but suddenly, knew, with a small delay between pressing his cock slowly inside and Lelouch saying "Big brother, please stop" and his cock sliding in on "please" and Lelouch making a noise like a choked off scream and Lelouch clenching, hard, as his whole body freezes and locks down.
Yes, somewhere in there, in those two or three seconds, Suzaku suddenly knew and withdrew.
And there is silence. Lelouch does not move, does not turn to face Suzaku, does not utter a sound. Suzaku, one hand still spreading Lelouch's ass, feels the tremors from Lelouch's legs, through his butt, up his back, to his shoulders that visibly twitch and jump as Suzaku looks on in growing, gnawing horror.
"Lelouch," he hisses into the darkness. "What did you say?"
Lelouch does not answer. Suzaku quietly unwraps his limbs from Lelouch and comes to sit beside this boy, his lover, with one hand on his jumping shoulders.
"Lelouch," he says again, calling through the deep darkness of the room on a new moon night. Lelouch is ever silent. Suzaku sighs, gulps, licks his lips, looks around the room. And finally he stops being a coward and he nudges Lelouch and rolls him over.
Lelouch does not look at him. In fact, Suzaku thinks, he doesn't look at anything, though his eyes are wide open. He's looking, frozen in terror, at something Suzaku can't see. Suzaku calls his name again and again and again and he shakes him and he turns on lights and still, Lelouch does not answer, and Lelouch does not move. He might have died but for the whispering wind of his breath.
Lelouch comes back sometimes after Suzaku starts to cry. His coming back is nothing more than a twitch of his wide, wide eyes as they move in their sockets to take in Suzaku's wet, ruddy face. And then they close, and Lelouch curls in upon himself again, and he cries, too-- like a child.
Lelouch's long fingers tremble in their grip on Suzaku's shoulders. His breaths are long, noisy, uneven, faltering.
"Nervous?" Suzaku asks as gently as possible.
"No," Lelouch says sternly. Suzaku smiles, not having expected anything else. And just to prove how not not-in-control he is, Lelouch leans back and unbuttons his blazer all on his own. Very carefully he folds it and pushes it out of the way. Then he meet's Suzaku's eyes with a haughty tilt to his chin and a defiant edge in his imperious gaze.
Suzaku moves back from the bed and kneels before Lelouch, palms always shown. He smiles, amused, under Lelouch's glare, and says, "More." He untucks his white shirt, having discarded that heavy blazer long ago somewhere near the couch. Lelouch hesitates and then untucks his own chair.
Suzaku laughs softly. A brief smile flits across Lelouch's own countenance. Suzaku slowly unbuttons his shirt; Lelouch slowly unbuttons his shirt. Suzaku slowly slides it off; Lelouch slowly slides it off.
--but here the prince stops and finally looks away. He bring his arms up to cradle and shield his naked torso, looking very feminine, something like a mother holding an invisible child. Suzaku reaches out with warm hands and tugs the child-fold out of Lelouch's arms. Lelouch bows his head and lets Suzaku runs fingers over the smooth skin of his thin chest, his broad shoulders. Suzaku hears it when he gulps in the dead silence of the dark bedroom.
Again Suzaku leans back and again Lelouch glares. (His long white fingers grip the edge of the bed until the sheet creaks.) Suzaku unbuckles the belt of his pants. A sigh rattles through Lelouch before Lelouch does the same. Suzaku unzips; Lelouch unzips.
"Are you alright?" Suzaku asks.
"Of course," Lelouch says, voice tight with agitation. He stands abruptly and Suzaku follows.
"Let me," he whispers again, and this time Lelouch lets him. Suzaku skims his hands down Lelouch's body and tugs the pants and lets them fall. The sound of the buckle on the wood is loud enough to make Lelouch jump. Suzaku chuckles lightly and pecks Lelouch on the lips. "You're fine."
"I'm fine," Lelouch repeats quietly. He kisses Suzaku on his own initiative for once, and unlike Suzaku's kisses-- hot and wet and passionate --Lelouch kisses with the sweetness of children, of family, of closeness. He kisses with lips pressed, mouth closed, tugging lightly, lingering and lingering. With this kiss, Suzaku moves forward, Lelouch backward, and lowers his lover to the bed.
Suzaku didn't know.
And they kiss and they touch and Suzaku is bold and Lelouch is light but assured in his movements. All clothes eventually divested (all of Lelouch's: neatly folded), they writhe, nude, panting. Nervous and estatic, and Suzaku didn't know.
Suzaku laughs without breath and leaves the bed to find the lube in the back pocket of the pants he had thrown away a bit harder than he meant to. He leaves Lelouch on the bed, cold and shivering. When he turns back, Lelouch is on his side, knees drawn up, arms drawn in, brow pinched vaguely. Fetal position. "Cold?" and Lelouch nods and rolls onto his stomach. Suzaku rejoins him, covers him, heavy and ready.
And Suzaku didn't know-- couldn't know-- but suddenly, knew, with a small delay between pressing his cock slowly inside and Lelouch saying "Big brother, please stop" and his cock sliding in on "please" and Lelouch making a noise like a choked off scream and Lelouch clenching, hard, as his whole body freezes and locks down.
Yes, somewhere in there, in those two or three seconds, Suzaku suddenly knew and withdrew.
And there is silence. Lelouch does not move, does not turn to face Suzaku, does not utter a sound. Suzaku, one hand still spreading Lelouch's ass, feels the tremors from Lelouch's legs, through his butt, up his back, to his shoulders that visibly twitch and jump as Suzaku looks on in growing, gnawing horror.
"Lelouch," he hisses into the darkness. "What did you say?"
Lelouch does not answer. Suzaku quietly unwraps his limbs from Lelouch and comes to sit beside this boy, his lover, with one hand on his jumping shoulders.
"Lelouch," he says again, calling through the deep darkness of the room on a new moon night. Lelouch is ever silent. Suzaku sighs, gulps, licks his lips, looks around the room. And finally he stops being a coward and he nudges Lelouch and rolls him over.
Lelouch does not look at him. In fact, Suzaku thinks, he doesn't look at anything, though his eyes are wide open. He's looking, frozen in terror, at something Suzaku can't see. Suzaku calls his name again and again and again and he shakes him and he turns on lights and still, Lelouch does not answer, and Lelouch does not move. He might have died but for the whispering wind of his breath.
Lelouch comes back sometimes after Suzaku starts to cry. His coming back is nothing more than a twitch of his wide, wide eyes as they move in their sockets to take in Suzaku's wet, ruddy face. And then they close, and Lelouch curls in upon himself again, and he cries, too-- like a child.