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valmoraTitle: Two Ravens
Rating: R
Fandom: Code Geass
Characters: Suzaku/Lelouch, C.C.
Disclaimer: The characters portrayed in this story belong to Sunrise, not to me. I make no money from the creation of this story.
Spoilers: For episode 22
Notes: The title is from a Scottish folk song, specifically "The Twa Corbies" as performed by Old Blind Dogs. I felt the song to be not entirely thematically inappropriate.
On a more technical note, I have made the ideological decision to spell “Tokyo” (the normal romanization of the current capital city of Japan) “Toukyou” for the simple reason that that’s the way the Japanese spell it, and that I feel that Lelouch would use nothing else in his mind.
Suzaku does not kill him there in God’s realm, not because he doesn’t want to but because Lelouch can give him so much more than just revenge, now. Lelouch knows just as well as he does that betrayal is like murder: the first time is always the worst. After that, there is very little of the action that touches you. And Suzaku has done so much of both that of course he would follow Lelouch rather than Britannia. Oaths are passé.
So Lelouch has C.C. take them back, to the real world, and Anya lies there confused and crying. Lelouch takes her to some other refugees, makes sure that she will be safe, and lays a Geass on her so that she will not remember. Officially, Suzaku and Lelouch have gone missing. No one has seen them since Zero-Lelouch was ousted from the Black Knights.
“You’ll be counted as AWOL,” Lelouch murmurs to Suzaku as they walk through the forest.
“It’s not the first time,” Suzaku says calmly, voice hollow.
They stop for the night at the edge of a town and steal some clothes, folding their respective uniforms into bundles on their backs. C.C. stays dressed as she is.
Suzaku, wilderness-trained, takes them back out into the forest around the ruins; he finds them a hollow in a tree to sleep. C.C. wanders off, without a word, heedless of Lelouch’s protests, not answering, not stopping.
Lelouch can only have faith that she will return, but he is so short on faith that he wonders whom she has found to torture this time. He watches her walk away until the trees block his sight of her, and even after.
Suzaku walks up behind him, stands there. They are not touching, but for the attention Lelouch is paying to him they could be –
“You should get some sleep,” Suzaku says. Lelouch turns, smiles at him. He almost looks down at Suzaku’s throat, to keep their eyes from meeting – Lelouch still has only one contact, after all – but it is impossible to forget his own voice screaming Live! and so he looks into Suzaku’s eyes, green as envy, and says, “So should you.”
“I’m not leaving you awake while I sleep,” Suzaku says shortly. “I don’t trust you.” He does not turn away.
“Then I shall sleep,” Lelouch says, and walks past him, and lies down. Suzaku lies beside him, warm and strange and terrifying, and so close. They have not been this close since before Suzaku discovered he was Zero, and Lelouch misses that innocence. The way Suzaku was not afraid, nor unwilling, to take his hand and drag him to student council meetings.
(he remembers the night he brought suzaku back for dinner, and the delicious sweetness of kissing in lelouch’s room after dessert. they never did more but he can’t forget, and he loathes the emperor-his-father for stealing even that from him – he laughed when he saw it, when he read the memory in lelouch’s thoughts, and said nothing before erasing it from his memory.)
Lelouch reaches out to lay a hand over Suzaku’s heart, the pressure of cloth and heat against his palm. Suzaku only opens his eyes, and looks into Lelouch’s own, and then closes them again.
Lelouch wants to move closer but doesn’t dare, and it’s not cold enough to make an excuse of wanting Suzaku’s body heat, not that such a thing would fool anyone. So he tries to sleep. Maybe he succeeds. He becomes fully conscious periodically throughout the night, finding his own body lying differently relative to Suzaku’s every time, but he is always touching Suzaku – palm to his chest, his side, his shoulder, his thigh – and Suzaku is in the same position he was, unmoved.
Sometime near sunrise, he wakes with his hand on Suzaku’s chest again, and to Suzaku’s hand over his. Suzaku has his back to the sun, so his expression isn’t visible as he shifts infinitesimally closer to Lelouch and says, “Call me mercenary, but give me a reason to stay by you.”
“I don’t have one. I am selfish, and manipulative, and I have killed more than my share of civilians.”
Suzaku compresses his lips, and blinks, but does not look away, and his hand does not leave Lelouch’s. Lelouch has not forgotten Toukyou, will never forget Toukyou. If he ever regains anything in the world, he will help Japan, and Britannia, build a memorial.
“Then maybe,” Suzaku whispers, “we deserve each other.” It might be the most ringing denunciation Lelouch has heard from anyone, other than Nanaly.
“I wouldn’t say that,” Lelouch answers, and leans forward just enough to brush lips with Suzaku –
Suzaku has terrible morning breath. So, probably, does Lelouch. But Lelouch doesn’t mind, and it seems Suzaku doesn’t either, shifting closer still and not protesting as Lelouch kneels over his hips, sitting on him. The heat of his morning erection is heavy against Lelouch’s, and although he was expecting it, Lelouch’s eyes go wide at the sensation.
“What would you say?” Suzaku asks, but Lelouch has forgotten what they were talking about and even if it matters, all his attention focused on getting Suzaku’s trousers unzipped.
Suzaku goes still, when Lelouch pushes enough cloth away to be able to touch him, but only after his hands reach convulsively for Lelouch’s as though meaning to push him away. Lelouch doesn’t let himself feel hurt by it, because after that Suzaku relaxes, folding his hand over Lelouch’s, helping him.
He returns the favour, afterwards, lying sprawled against the ground, and Lelouch can’t talk afterwards for all the words that stick in his throat like tar or blood.
They emerge from their little hollow smelling of sex, and set off again; C.C. finds them somehow around midmorning and says, “I’ve arranged for you two to be smuggled into Britannia.”
Lelouch looks over at Suzaku very briefly, and cannot help but jump a little to find that Suzaku is watching him. He’ll need to work on that. The Emperor of Britannia won’t be able to afford to twitch and blush every time he looks at his Knight.
Rating: R
Fandom: Code Geass
Characters: Suzaku/Lelouch, C.C.
Disclaimer: The characters portrayed in this story belong to Sunrise, not to me. I make no money from the creation of this story.
Spoilers: For episode 22
Notes: The title is from a Scottish folk song, specifically "The Twa Corbies" as performed by Old Blind Dogs. I felt the song to be not entirely thematically inappropriate.
On a more technical note, I have made the ideological decision to spell “Tokyo” (the normal romanization of the current capital city of Japan) “Toukyou” for the simple reason that that’s the way the Japanese spell it, and that I feel that Lelouch would use nothing else in his mind.
Suzaku does not kill him there in God’s realm, not because he doesn’t want to but because Lelouch can give him so much more than just revenge, now. Lelouch knows just as well as he does that betrayal is like murder: the first time is always the worst. After that, there is very little of the action that touches you. And Suzaku has done so much of both that of course he would follow Lelouch rather than Britannia. Oaths are passé.
So Lelouch has C.C. take them back, to the real world, and Anya lies there confused and crying. Lelouch takes her to some other refugees, makes sure that she will be safe, and lays a Geass on her so that she will not remember. Officially, Suzaku and Lelouch have gone missing. No one has seen them since Zero-Lelouch was ousted from the Black Knights.
“You’ll be counted as AWOL,” Lelouch murmurs to Suzaku as they walk through the forest.
“It’s not the first time,” Suzaku says calmly, voice hollow.
They stop for the night at the edge of a town and steal some clothes, folding their respective uniforms into bundles on their backs. C.C. stays dressed as she is.
Suzaku, wilderness-trained, takes them back out into the forest around the ruins; he finds them a hollow in a tree to sleep. C.C. wanders off, without a word, heedless of Lelouch’s protests, not answering, not stopping.
Lelouch can only have faith that she will return, but he is so short on faith that he wonders whom she has found to torture this time. He watches her walk away until the trees block his sight of her, and even after.
Suzaku walks up behind him, stands there. They are not touching, but for the attention Lelouch is paying to him they could be –
“You should get some sleep,” Suzaku says. Lelouch turns, smiles at him. He almost looks down at Suzaku’s throat, to keep their eyes from meeting – Lelouch still has only one contact, after all – but it is impossible to forget his own voice screaming Live! and so he looks into Suzaku’s eyes, green as envy, and says, “So should you.”
“I’m not leaving you awake while I sleep,” Suzaku says shortly. “I don’t trust you.” He does not turn away.
“Then I shall sleep,” Lelouch says, and walks past him, and lies down. Suzaku lies beside him, warm and strange and terrifying, and so close. They have not been this close since before Suzaku discovered he was Zero, and Lelouch misses that innocence. The way Suzaku was not afraid, nor unwilling, to take his hand and drag him to student council meetings.
(he remembers the night he brought suzaku back for dinner, and the delicious sweetness of kissing in lelouch’s room after dessert. they never did more but he can’t forget, and he loathes the emperor-his-father for stealing even that from him – he laughed when he saw it, when he read the memory in lelouch’s thoughts, and said nothing before erasing it from his memory.)
Lelouch reaches out to lay a hand over Suzaku’s heart, the pressure of cloth and heat against his palm. Suzaku only opens his eyes, and looks into Lelouch’s own, and then closes them again.
Lelouch wants to move closer but doesn’t dare, and it’s not cold enough to make an excuse of wanting Suzaku’s body heat, not that such a thing would fool anyone. So he tries to sleep. Maybe he succeeds. He becomes fully conscious periodically throughout the night, finding his own body lying differently relative to Suzaku’s every time, but he is always touching Suzaku – palm to his chest, his side, his shoulder, his thigh – and Suzaku is in the same position he was, unmoved.
Sometime near sunrise, he wakes with his hand on Suzaku’s chest again, and to Suzaku’s hand over his. Suzaku has his back to the sun, so his expression isn’t visible as he shifts infinitesimally closer to Lelouch and says, “Call me mercenary, but give me a reason to stay by you.”
“I don’t have one. I am selfish, and manipulative, and I have killed more than my share of civilians.”
Suzaku compresses his lips, and blinks, but does not look away, and his hand does not leave Lelouch’s. Lelouch has not forgotten Toukyou, will never forget Toukyou. If he ever regains anything in the world, he will help Japan, and Britannia, build a memorial.
“Then maybe,” Suzaku whispers, “we deserve each other.” It might be the most ringing denunciation Lelouch has heard from anyone, other than Nanaly.
“I wouldn’t say that,” Lelouch answers, and leans forward just enough to brush lips with Suzaku –
Suzaku has terrible morning breath. So, probably, does Lelouch. But Lelouch doesn’t mind, and it seems Suzaku doesn’t either, shifting closer still and not protesting as Lelouch kneels over his hips, sitting on him. The heat of his morning erection is heavy against Lelouch’s, and although he was expecting it, Lelouch’s eyes go wide at the sensation.
“What would you say?” Suzaku asks, but Lelouch has forgotten what they were talking about and even if it matters, all his attention focused on getting Suzaku’s trousers unzipped.
Suzaku goes still, when Lelouch pushes enough cloth away to be able to touch him, but only after his hands reach convulsively for Lelouch’s as though meaning to push him away. Lelouch doesn’t let himself feel hurt by it, because after that Suzaku relaxes, folding his hand over Lelouch’s, helping him.
He returns the favour, afterwards, lying sprawled against the ground, and Lelouch can’t talk afterwards for all the words that stick in his throat like tar or blood.
They emerge from their little hollow smelling of sex, and set off again; C.C. finds them somehow around midmorning and says, “I’ve arranged for you two to be smuggled into Britannia.”
Lelouch looks over at Suzaku very briefly, and cannot help but jump a little to find that Suzaku is watching him. He’ll need to work on that. The Emperor of Britannia won’t be able to afford to twitch and blush every time he looks at his Knight.
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Date: 2008-10-11 06:29 am (UTC)