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works/13629114.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Code_Geass
  Relationship:
      Kururugi_Suzaku/Lelouch_Lamperouge_|_Lelouch_vi_Britannia
  Character:
      Kururugi_Suzaku, Lelouch_Lamperouge_|_Lelouch_vi_Britannia
  Additional Tags:
      Pool_Sex, 69_(Sex_Position), Diving_Board_Shenanigans, Pool_Shenanigans,
      Oral_Sex, Fluff, Humor, 17_Year_Olds_Thus_Technically_Underage
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-10 Words: 10499
****** Drip ******
by NeoDiji
Summary
     Lelouch was all for breaking into the Ashford Academy swimming pool
     during the middle of the night. That was BEFORE Suzaku threw him in.
Notes
     Disclaimer: I do not own Code Geass. I do not make profit off writing
     this.
     Another repost.
See the end of the work for more notes
“Look at me, Lelouch!”
The student-terrorist was lounging on a wicker pool chair, curled up around his
tattered copy of Shakespeare’s Hamlet. The moonlight filtering in through the
glass ceiling was silver on the chlorine water, visible since the electric
lampposts were dull and dark at one fifteen in the morning. Though the full
moon provided enough light to create shadows, it was barely enough to read by.
That didn’t stop Lelouch from staring transfixed at the pages of his book.
“Lelouch, are you watching?!”
Rolling his shoulders, the black-haired boy settled into a more comfortable
position in his chair; his eyes themselves never strayed. Lelouch sighed
deeply, the sound as blue and weary as the dim emergency lights stationed
around the perimeter of the pool deck. His lips pulled down and his eyes were
narrowed and concentrating inward. The moon’s shadows played across his face,
concealing his worries in the dead of night. In the quiet backwards sort of
peace, the brooding bookworm was free to dwell in his darkness.
 “Lelooouuuch!”
Lelouch’s mind was whirling as he stared at the seam of his book, but not with
the tragic plight of Shakespeare’s characters.  The Black Knights will want to
know what our next move will be. It was Cornelia’s turn last, so our counter-
attack has to—
“Lelouch! Lelouch! Hey, Lelouch!”
Pale Britannian fingers gripped the bound play tighter.  And that white
Knightmare they have will be a problem.For the first time in twenty minutes,
the ebony-haired boy mechanically turned the page; he hadn’t read a word.
“Lelouch!”
A splash of water hit Lelouch in the face, finally rousing him from his
thoughts. He automatically blinked chlorine out of his eyes, and his lips
thinned with annoyance. Not a single person had the right to trespass into the
Ashford Academy pool so late, but Lelouch was used to ignoring the rules—or
working them to his advantage, whichever he saw fit. And he liked to drag
others down with him, so it was inevitable that he convinced his most important
person to assist him in violating school rules. Especially when it was for said
person’s benefit, no matter if he was a goody two-shoes. “Suzaku!” Lelouch
growled, his anger echoing around the confined pool deck. Tearing his eyes from
his now-drenched book, he glared at the innocent-looking Japanese male in the
water. “I was in the middle of reading,” he explained in a snippy tone, holding
up his doused Hamlet copy.
Suzaku just cracked a grin. “No you weren’t,” he replied at once, leaning
easily on the edge of the pool, his arms folded across the patio flooring.
Shimmering white lights glistened from beneath the water line inside the pool,
adding to the moon’s glow as they illuminated the trespassing Eleven in the
water. Suzaku cocked his head attentively towards where his partner-in-crime
was skulking beyond in the peripheral shadows. “You’ve been thinking hard about
something, that I can tell,” he admitted with a smile as pure as the moonbeams
on their faces, “but you weren’t focused on that book. You didn’t turn a single
page ‘til just now.”
Lelouch’s glare melted into panic. Has he really been watching me this whole
time?!His fingers going limp, he dropped the book. He brusquely cleared his
throat. “Ahem, well…”
“You can’t even argue with me!” Suzaku boasted.  With a mighty heave, he pushed
himself out of the water and clambered onto the deck. Shivering in the cool
night air, he made his way across the wet floor to tower over his boyfriend.
Holding out his hand, he asked, “Aren’t you going to come in with me?”
Violet eyes followed stray water droplets as they slid enticingly down the
Japanese boy’s muscles.  Though most of Suzaku’s body was cast in shadow, the
moonlight highlighted just enough wet skin that Lelouch’s blood started to
race.  Mouth going dry, the black-haired boy slipped his hand into his lover’s
and allowed himself to be pulled up.  Without thinking, he butterfly-kissed his
way up Suzaku’s arm, following the trail left by the water droplets, and
finally pressed a hard kiss to the crook of the Japanese boy’s neck and
shoulder.  “I can’t,” he breathed softly into tan skin. “I didn’t bring my
bathing suit.”
Suzaku’s shivers increased during the older boy’s ministrations, until finally
he wrapped his arms tightly around Lelouch in a viselike grip. Their fronts
were plastered together, Suzaku’s wet to Lelouch’s dry, and the Japanese boy
leaned further into the Britannian’s touch. His lips brushing the shell of the
prince’s ear, Suzaku whispered, “That won’t be a problem, Lelouch.” Drawing
back, Suzaku offered an apologetic—albeit partly mischievous—smile and hauled
his boyfriend’s slender frame over his shoulder.  Lelouch predictably thrashed,
but Suzaku only adjusted his grip and foretold cheerfully, “You’re going to
complain about this later.” Shaking his head, Suzaku chuckled at Lelouch’s weak
attempts to free himself—and promptly threw the Britannian prince into the
pool.
Lelouch was a dark blob beneath the water before he emerged, hissing and
spitting, his sodden clothes dragging at his body. “Suzaku!” he snarled, wiping
his wet sleeve across his mouth. He started to swim towards the edge, then went
under again, strands of silky black hair floating in a wispy halo around his
head.  He resurfaced, his hanging wet hair untidy and heavy above water, and
shook droplets out of his ears.  He reached the edge of the pool without
further difficulty, struggling instead to drag his waterlogged figure onto the
deck. A tawny hand appeared in the Britannian’s line of vision, and Lelouch
hastily swat it away. “Not helping,” he grumbled in a low voice, finally
rolling—gasping—onto the patio floor. His body shook with chills, and water
dripped off him incessantly, forming puddles around his profile.
Gaining control of his laughter, Suzaku flopped down next to his irate
boyfriend. “So-sorry, Lelouch,” he apologized, mirth still lacing his voice.
“Apology not accepted.”
“No?” Suzaku rolled over until he was straddling Lelouch’s stomach. “How about
now?”
All it took was one of Lelouch’s highly perfected glares to warn Suzaku off
pursuing that route. “Okay, okay,” Suzaku hastily relented, holding his hands
up in the universal surrender position. A few water droplets slid off his skin
onto Lelouch’s prone form beneath him.  “I wouldn’t. You know that. I just—”
“Stop it,” Lelouch ordered quietly, and Suzaku snapped his mouth shut at the
forceful, dangerous promise lacing the prince’s words. The Britannian boy just
stared at his lover, letting his command settle in the air between them. Only
once Suzaku started to fidget in the heavy silence did Lelouch continue, “And
put your hands down! You know the sight of the Japanese bending to Britannians
makes me sick.” He shivered in the cool night air, acutely aware of the wet
clothes clinging to his frame, of the raining chlorine drops on his face—and of
Suzaku’s weight on his hips.
Suzaku lowered his hands at once, directing his attention to rubbing warmth
back into Lelouch’s arms. He slid his hands up and down the prince’s clammy
skin, his body rocking slightly with the back-and-forth motion. Sighing, he
lowered his head almost as fast as he lowered his hands. “I am sorry,” the
soldier apologized again, this time completely sincere. “I wasn’t thinking.”
The corner of Lelouch’s lip turned up in a smirk. “I’ve grown used to that. I
wouldn’t be here with you now unless I accepted your idiocy as part of the
package.” He raised a hand to cup Suzaku’s cheek, then guided his lover down to
him for a soft kiss. Lelouch shivered again, for a different reason than
before, and Suzaku’s hands tightened automatically around his upper arms. They
lingered in the contact for a moment, the soft heat between them melting away
much of their insecurities. When they broke apart, Suzaku opened his mouth, but
Lelouch shushed him with an index finger against his lips and whispered
harshly, “Don’t you dare apologize again, Suzaku. I won’t have it.”
“But it’s my fault!” the Japanese teen protested, clenching his eyes shut. His
shoulders shook, and the tremors traveled down his body to Lelouch’s.
“It is,” Lelouch admitted truthfully, careful to keep his voice neutral and not
accusatory. “But it’s all right. There’s nothing you have to be sorry for, and
you’re wasting my time by uttering those words repeatedly. Didn’t we come here
to swim?”
Suzaku’s eyes shot open, and he mumbled, “I just wanted you to come in with me,
that’s all.”
Tilting his chin up, Lelouch grumbled, “…So you threw me in the damn pool?”
Suzaku winced, the movement sending more water droplets onto the prince beneath
him. “I, ah…yes.”
Violet eyes narrowed thoughtfully up at him. “There’s something you’re not
telling me.”
Suzaku seemed to shrink back. “Ithoughtitwouldbefunny.”
Lelouch bristled beneath the soldier, his washed-away anger returning. “…Excuse
me?”
“But you said there was nothing to apologize for anyway,” Suzaku quickly
reminded the volatile prince, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. “So, uh,
great! Let’s hit the pool!” He leapt to his feet, almost slipping in the puddle
that had formed around Lelouch.
The prince sat up and grabbed at the soldier’s wrist, tugging him back down.
“We’re not going anywhere until you explain yourself to me.” His eyes locked
onto Suzaku’s, and even though he was noticeably weaker than the trained
military professional, Suzaku cowed under his gaze. “Just because I accepted
your apology doesn’t mean you’re off the hook,” Lelouch warned, purple eyes
smoldering in the moonlight. “You threw me in the pool. I can’t ignore that. It
was completely immature of you, for one thing, and now I’m all cold and wet and
my clothes will have to be dry-cleaned—”
Suzaku hugged him mid-rant. “If you’re cold, Lelouch, all you had to do was say
so,” he murmured affectionately, his breath brushing the prince’s ear.
Lelouch stiffened in the embrace, a light pink dusting his cheeks. “That’s not
what I meant!” he snapped hurriedly, looking at the floor in embarrassment. He
shrugged Suzaku off, twisting around to face him. “If you wanted me to swim
with you, you could’ve said so instead of tossing me in like that!” Suzaku
started to protest, but Lelouch silenced him with a look and continued, “You
could’ve said, ‘You don’t need a bathing suit around me’ or even ‘Why don’t you
go without? It’s only me here.’ Something along those lines.”
The Japanese boy blinked innocently. “Lelouch, you know I’m not good at words
like you are.”
Lelouch groaned, holding a hand to his forehead melodramatically. “So you can’t
even string a few together for a simple request? How typical of you, Suzaku.”
“Is there anything elseyou want to complain about?” the soldier asked tartly.
“Yes, actually,” Lelouch remarked, raising his head in a superior fashion. “I
don’t appreciate you dripping on me. And just so you’re aware,” he informed the
other boy loftily, “you’re not in my favor right now.” The expression he
leveled at Suzaku wasn’t quite a glare, but it was cold enough to make the
younger boy shake.
Suzaku swallowed. “I’m—”
“Don’t.”
Suzaku cringed and clasped his hands together. “…Okay, now what?” He sounded
lost, like he was ten again, losing his best friend right after his world had
been stolen away.
“Now,” Lelouch huffed, providing the necessary direction and support, “we
swim.” Nimble fingers moved to undo the top button of his shirt, and the
reproachful look he directed at his wallowing lover was enough to spur Suzaku
into action.
-+-
“Let me,” the soldier offered eagerly, aiming to please as he moved to
intercept Lelouch’s spindly hands.
The boys froze for a second, staring at one another, before the prince finally
gave in. “This isyour fault in the first place,” Lelouch rationalized. Suzaku
only ducked his head.
Tan fingers hovered above the second button of Lelouch’s white school shirt.
Suzaku’s breathing grew heavy and shallow, and he swallowed thickly before his
fingertips brushed the first plastic circle. He took a moment to rake his eyes
appreciatively over his prince’s drenched, disheveled appearance. Lelouch’s
hair was drying in stringy clumps, and his wet white shirt was completely see-
through from his dip in the pool; the fabric stuck to his skin in random
blotches. Even the squelching sound of shifting wet clothes didn’t distract
Suzaku from appraising his sexily soaked boyfriend. 
Sighing with evident impatience, Lelouch snapped his fingers in front of
Suzaku’s glazed-over eyes. “Do I need to show you how to do this?” the
Britannian prince prompted, placing his hands atop his lover’s.
Suzaku lowered his head sulkily and complained, “I’m not three, Lelouch.”
Moving one of his hands to cup the younger boy’s cheek, the prince tenderly
lifted the other’s face until their eyes met again. His voice gentle, the
black-haired Britannian agreed, “Of course you’re not.” With his eyes trained
on Suzaku’s the entire time, Lelouch guided his Japanese counterpart step-by-
step through undoing the ridiculous contraptions on his clothes. With every
button undone, Lelouch’s anger gave way to tension of an entirely different
sort. A familiar smirk danced across his lips as he elaborated, with a touch of
teasing condescension, “You’re just an idiot.”
Nose wrinkling at the common insult, Suzaku at last managed to undo all the
fastenings of Lelouch’s shirt. Drenched fabric scraped over the plastic buttons
as they sprang free, baring the prince’s damp skin to the open. Lelouch
trembled as Suzaku’s nails lightly grazed his abdomen. Smiling triumphantly,
the Japanese teen leaned in closer to his boyfriend’s face and crowed, “Would
an idiot be able to do that?”
A spark of amusement replaced the bitterness in Lelouch’s eyes, visible even in
the dim lighting. “Perhaps,” he answered lightly. A corner of his lip twitched.
“Show me what else you can do,” he challenged, lifting his hips suggestively
into his lover’s.
Suzaku, not expecting the evocative movement, lost his balance and fell
sideways into the pool with a splash. When he climbed back onto the deck,
Lelouch was already slipping the soaked shirt off his shoulders. Suzaku
teetered on the edge for a moment, just drinking in the sight of his lover
undressing himself, before pitching forward and crawling on hands and knees
back to his prince. Both boys were clumsy with anticipation, though neither
would admit it, and their movements were rushed and desperate as they worked.  
With the older boy’s top already bared, Suzaku started fumbling with Lelouch’s
pants. “I’m glad you didn’t wear the jacket with the rest of the uniform,” he
moaned gratefully, yanking on the prince’s belt loops.
The Britannian boy gasped at the rough treatment, and he soothingly laid his
hand on Suzaku’s again. “There’s no need for that.”
“No?” Suzaku asked raggedly, though he heeded his prince’s request. Again with
Lelouch’s help, he peeled the soaked black pants from the Britannian
schoolboy’s frame. He leapt to his feet and held out his hand again, silently
urging Lelouch to take it.
-+-
Lelouch ignored the proffered help and rose to his feet, dignified and graceful
even dressed only in damp briefs and footwear.  He gathered his clothes with
typical OCD mindfulness, folding them properly with narrow-minded concentration
and leaving them on the chair he’d been perched on previously. Careful not to
stumble in the darkness, he kicked off his shoes and peeled off his socks,
leaving them on the chair beside the rest of his uniform. Suzaku snorted
impatiently, distracting his prince, and Lelouch tripped over Hamleton the way
back to his boyfriend, reeling right into the younger boy’s waiting arms.
Suzaku always damaged his pride, but the payoff was worth the trade. Sometimes.
Suzaku towed the prince upright, making sure to enfold Lelouch securely within
his grasp. Tan arms were like steel around the Britannian’s slim, pale waist.
“Are you all right?” he crooned, pressing a light kiss to the side of his
lover’s head.
“Yes,” Lelouch growled indignantly. “I’m not three, Suzaku.”
The Japanese boy laughed. “Yeah, I bet even when you werethree, you didn’t trip
like that.”
Lelouch primly shook his head. “Of course not,” he agreed. “It’s just because
you’re here.”
A pleased smile formed on Suzaku’s lips, and his hold on the prince tightened
ever-so-slightly.
“I meant,” Lelouch corrected himself hastily, looking away to try to hide the
beginnings of a blush, “that your clumsiness must be rubbing off on me, you
fool.” Recognizing that he was making his reddish-pink cheeks more accessible
to Suzaku’s appreciative eyes, the prince lowered his face, letting dark
strands of hair cover the evidence. “Notthat being around you makes me light-
headed.”
Speechless, Suzaku only tightened his hold even more and leaned in to graze his
lips over the prince’s. Pulling back, he murmured affectionately, “You make me
light-headed, too, Lelouch. It’s nothing to be ashamed over.” The moon’s glow
was reflected in Suzaku’s eyes, a sliver of silver in forest green.
Lelouch bristled in the younger boy’s embrace. “Weren’t you listening?I said it
wasn’tbecause of…of that….” His blush darkened, and his lips tingled from their
brief kiss. “Only an idiot like you would believe—”
“Whatever you say, Lelouch,” Suzaku interrupted, his thumb soothingly brushing
the area behind the older boy’s ear.
Lelouch huffed, though he couldn’t keep a small, though slightly annoyed smile
off his face. A part deep inside of him resented that Suzaku could read him so
well. Turning in the tan youth’s arms, the prince growled, “Shut up and let’s
go swimming.” He broke free of Suzaku and marched over to the deep end of the
pool, flopping down on the edge and slowly sliding his feet and calves into the
cool water. Shivering, he counted to ten, trying to adjust to the new
temperature little by little. He looked back to see if his boyfriend was
following.
Suzaku eyed the damp briefs still gracing Lelouch’s figure, but didn’t press
the issue. Instead, he beamed and rushed to cannon-ball into the deep water,
shrieking with childish glee. Geass was pointless on Suzaku; he instinctively
followed Lelouch’s orders without question anyway.
Lelouch fondly shook his head, an affectionate smile tugging at his lips as
retreated into his thoughts. As annoying as Suzaku can be sometimes, there is
just something incredibly endearing about him.  The Britannian prince hid his
smile with a hand, lowering it when he remembered that Suzaku was the only one
present to witness such a genuine display of emotion. Suzaku’s enthusiasm was
contagious, and the smile on Lelouch’s face grew exponentially in response to
the optimistic Japanese boy’s happiness.  Seconds later, water splashed over
the prince from the younger boy’s leap, and the smile faded right back into its
customary frown. Just as Lelouch began to push himself all the way into the
pool, Suzaku’s head popped up—right between his spread legs.
His lips parted to gasp some air, Suzaku caught a mouthful of Lelouch’s crotch
instead.
Both boys froze for a second, staring wide-eyed at each other—Lelouch caught
between shock and pleasure, and Suzaku’s eyes twinkling a bit knowingly.  The
Britannian boy’s knuckles were whiter than usual as he grasped the edge of the
pool, shaking despite himself with the effort it took to not thrust further
into Suzaku’s mouth.  Lelouch was oftentimes proud of his self-control, but
Suzaku could always wriggle into his cracks and undo him from the inside out.
Cool, chlorine water lapped at his legs, but the Britannian prince was too
focused on the heat spiraling from down south.  Suzaku’s mouth was warm and
moist around him, even through his underwear, and Lelouch’s brain took a
nosedive at the contact.
Suzaku’s eyes, dark with promise, went half-mast, and he experimentally licked
the older boy through his briefs.  He let out a satisfied sigh at Lelouch’s
instinctive jerk, raising his hands from the water to grasp the insides of his
prince’s thighs.  His fingers slipped from the wetness, and he had to try a
couple times before he managed a decent grip.  Slowly spreading apart those
pale thighs, the Japanese teen nosed deeper into the crevice between Lelouch’s
legs.  He opened his mouth wider, welcoming the clothed skin expanding and
hardening on his tongue.
Lelouch slipped a bit more into the pool, so that the water covered his knees
and part of his thighs.  He was falling fast, and dammit if Suzaku wasn’t there
to catch him. As always. Hands sweating, he lost his grip and scrabbled for
purchase on the rough patio flooring of the pool deck. He lurched to one side,
scraping his elbow, and couldn’t hold back a moan of his lover’s name.  His
heart pounded erratically, and his limbs quivered.  Even if Suzaku was a
nuisance sometimes, throwing his unsuspecting boyfriend in the pool, Lelouch
knew the true depths of his lover’s feelings; it showed in every move he made.
Even the pool-tossing fiasco. Lelouch instinctively kicked outward when
Suzaku’s tongue massaged somewhere sensitive, and a spray of water arced across
the pool.   
Suzaku’s hands were half submerged, and his head barely bobbed above the water
as he sucked and licked his royal boyfriend to near completion.  The fabric of
Lelouch’s panties was scratchy on his tongue, and the younger teen breathed
heavily through his nose, the strong smell of chlorine mixing with Lelouch’s
natural musk in his nostrils. Pulling back from his partner, a thin trail of
saliva connecting his lips to black fabric, Suzaku rasped, “Is it good?”
“Yeeesss,” Lelouch hissed, burying his hands in Suzaku’s wet curls. The prince
gasped for air like he’d just finished swimming the hundred-meter dash. 
“Su…Suzaku…” he moaned, clenching his thighs tight around the other’s head to
keep him in place.  Suzaku wasn’t going anywhere—at least, not without him. His
knees rubbed against the Japanese boy’s dripping brown hair, and he sighed at
the soft, wet texture. His heels dug into the skin right below Suzaku’s
shoulder blades, and he tugged harshly at the hair in his hands, almost losing
his grip from the slickness of it all. Grunting, Lelouch held on harder; he
wouldn’t let Suzaku slip through his fingers. Not this time.
-+-
The soldier shuddered under Lelouch’s hands, apologizing with each stroke of
his tongue. I’m sorry for dragging you out here at one in the morning.He swept
his tongue upwards, pressing lightly along the entire length of Lelouch’s
restrained arousal. I’m sorry for splashing you with water when you were lost
in thought.On the downward sweep, he pressed harder. I’m sorry for throwing you
in the pool. Catching the fabric of Lelouch’s wet underwear in his teeth, he
pulled back slightly—stretching the briefs away from the prince’s swelling
arousal and letting a gush of pool water into the newly emptied space—before
letting it glide gently back into place, snug against the Britannian’s length.
Suzaku frantically tried to control his breathing, but it proved too difficult
with Lelouch hot and hard in his mouth. The brunet’s fingers clutched pale
thighs so tightly he wouldn’t be surprised if he left bruises; he
apologetically turned his head and nuzzled the top of Lelouch’s legs, knowing
the proud prince wouldn’t accept a traditional “I’m sorry” later. Nothing about
Lelouch was traditional, and Suzaku’s blood raced with excitement each time he
rediscovered that fact. Not even manning the Lancelot was as electrifying, and
Lelouch didn’t come with an instruction manual. No, he was all new and
untouched and unexplored—until Suzaku happened along, and Lelouch consented to
giving him the keys to his heart. And of course, Suzaku had reciprocated.
Gladly. Else he wouldn’t be there, apologizing in this nontraditional manner by
blowing his boyfriend on the pool edge.
If it could even be called a proper blowjob, what with those annoying yet sexy
black briefs still covering his prize.
Even so, Lelouch’s muted mewls and pants were driving Suzaku insane, and his
body was heating up so badly he was surprised he wasn’t making steam, what with
the icy water around him and everything. Cloudy green eyes peered up between
Lelouch’s thighs, and Suzaku stepped up his efforts to please his prince with
all the force and focus of a trained soldier. His body was crying for
attention, but he stubbornly refused to tend to it. Lelouch’s needs came first,
and Suzaku knew his own would be satisfied only if and when Lelouch deemed it
time. His prince’s word was law, and Suzaku followed it to the letter. Lelouch
vi Britannia was Suzaku’s personal god, and sex was his worship service of
choice.
Not that they didn’t have their arguments and fights. Suzaku pressed forward a
bit too roughly, his teeth grazing Lelouch’s erection through his briefs. The
crown of one tooth got caught on a loose thread, and when Suzaku pulled back,
everything started to unravel.
The sensations were almost too much for the writhing royalty, and they both
knew the end was close. “A-ah…!” Lelouch moaned, his back arching and
twisting—his weight leaving the pool deck completely.  For a split second, only
Suzaku kept them afloat, Lelouch’s arousal pressed against his nose—and then
they both went under, leaving a string of bubbles in their wake.
Flailing, Lelouch knocked Suzaku backwards on the way down, his fingers clawing
through water, unable to find a solid purchase.  It took a few seconds for his
brain to kick into gear, and he swam for the surface, sputtering once he broke
for air. 
The soldier reacted more calmly, rolling with the punches as he fought to get
his head above water. The liquid felt icy on his skin after the heat of oral
sex, and he could only imagine what the shock and temperature had done to his
lover’s erection. Surfacing next to Lelouch, a self-satisfied smile gracing his
lips, Suzaku chirped, “Well, that was fun!” He wiped his wet bangs out of his
eyes, his expression dimming a bit. “Shame you didn’t get to…you know…” He
waved his hand in the air, splattering Lelouch with water drops.
Lelouch sighed and paddled over to his lover, griping, “Then do something about
it!” as he deliberately hooked his arms around Suzaku’s neck. They both went
under again, sinking a few feet in the deep end of the pool; they came up
kissing, accidentally swallowing small mouthfuls of chlorine water in the
process.  Their throats burned from the sensation, but even that wasn’t enough
to break them apart. Their tongues twined as they bobbed in the water, their
wet bodies pressed close together.  Moans and gurgles split the air, and the
steady slap of water on skin lulled their frenzied movements into a gentle
rhythm.  Only the moving shadows showed the passage of time as the moon slid
across the sky, and little by little, their bodies became adjusted to the
temperature of the water until it was as comfortable being rocked to and fro by
the pool’s gentle waves as it was being held in one another’s arms.
-+-
They broke apart after an indeterminable amount of time, chests heaving.
“Idiot,” Lelouch chided, lightly flicking Suzaku’s ear.
A quizzical expression stole onto the Japanese boy’s face. “What was that for?”
“Because I felt like it,” Lelouch answered dryly. “Anyway, we’re here now.
We’re in the water. You should probably practice.” He reluctantly untangled
himself from Suzaku, still breathing hard. “You should make the most of your
time here tonight,” he advised, reminding Suzaku of the reason behind their
midnight excursion to the Ashford Academy private pool in the first place. No
one wanted ‘the Eleven’ to muddy up the pool water, so Suzaku was forced to sit
out during gym class. Not only that, he was also deducted points for not
participating. Lelouch’s blood boiled at the unfairness of it all. His anger at
the Britannian society tumbled out, backed by sexual frustration, as he
snapped, “When you’re done reaping the benefits of what should’ve been yours in
the first place, come get me.”
Suzaku sank a little in the water, his abundance of muscles making it hard to
stay afloat without effort. “I practiced earlier,” he murmured, referring to
the time Lelouch spent ‘reading.’ “I swam my laps. I’m in good swimming shape,
Lelouch.”
The prince gawked at him. “Then why…?”
A sweet smile broke out on Suzaku’s face as he answered, “Because I want to
spend time with you.” He pulled Lelouch back into his arms, kissed him hard and
long and deep. When he released the black-haired boy, Lelouch was breathless in
his arms and—more importantly—compliant to Suzaku’s whims. “Let’s play a game,”
the brunet suggested.
Lelouch raised an eyebrow coolly. He’s such a child.
Suzaku sucked in a breath. “I haven’t gotten to play a water game since I was
ten.”
How could Lelouch deny him when he put it like that? Suzaku looked at him
sadly, and Lelouch felt his heart melt just a bit at that pleading expression.
“Oh, all right,” he acquiesced with a huff. He wasn’t giving in; he was simply
doing what he’d wanted to do all along—and that meant making Suzaku happy in
whatever way he could. Lelouch lifted his chin a mere smidgeon, and it was
obvious by the perturbed expression on his face that his next words would cost
him. “We’ll play Marco Polo.” If he was going to agree, then hewas the one who
would sure as hell pick the game.
The brunet’s face lit up. “Really, Lelouch? Thank you! Not just for that, but
for…you know…being here for me.”
Lelouch rolled his eyes. “Like I would be anywhere else.” Except out freeing
your country from mine.
-+-
“I’ll make it up to you,” Suzaku promised earnestly. “I know you don’t like
these,” he said, waving his hand in a vague gesture, “kiddy games.”
Predictably, Lelouch heaved a sigh, though whether it was at Suzaku’s attitude
or at Marco Polo was unclear. “Suzaku, just be quiet and start swimming.” He
lifted his arm from the water and pointed at the other end of the pool. “If
you’re not out of my sight in five seconds, then I refuse to play anymore.”
“Now who’s being childish?” Suzaku asked, mimicking Lelouch’s raised eyebrow
flawlessly.
The Britannian blanched. “I never said—”
Suzaku swam forward, a little too close and personal until his lips brushed
Lelouch’s. “You didn’t have to,” he breathed, as if it were a secret. His eyes
slipped closed and he angled his head up again, losing himself in the other’s
touch. “…Lelouch,” he whispered, a hint of triumph in his eyes as he pulled
back, his expression just a little bit hazy. “You’re ‘it’.”
Lelouch frowned.
“Yes, it does make sense,” Suzaku reassured him knowingly. At Lelouch’s
surprised look, the brunet shrugged self-consciously and defended himself with
a gruff, “What?”
Lelouch only shook his head. “No, it doesn’t. Why am I…?” he asked, his voice
low and cautious.
“Because I was ‘it,’” Suzaku explained patiently, using the tone Lelouch
adopted when he tutored, “and I caught you.” He reenacted the moment where he
caught Lelouch.
“Oh,” the prince breathed, as he deciphered the meaning of another secret
between them. “In that case…” He deliberately leaned into Suzaku, delving into
all that he offered. Pulling back after a while, he murmured, “You’re it.”
Suzaku shook his head, sending water droplets flying onto Lelouch again. “No
fair,” he teased, the light in his eyes the brightest it had been all night.
“You didn’t have your eyes closed at first, so you cheated. Do it again, and do
it right this time.” He pouted. “Cheater.”
Lelouch pointedly rolled his eyes before closing them tight. “Anything to be
caught,” he grumbled, though the underlying fondness of his words was easy to
hear.
“Anything to be caught by you,” Suzaku corrected, right before the words were
stolen from his mouth. And as soon as Lelouch, pulled back, Suzaku kept his
eyes shut and followed him back, imprinting upon Lelouch that he was it, it,
itand he was the only‘it’ Suzaku would ever allow to catch him. There were no
other fish in the sea—or pool—and there was only Lelouch, hisLelouch—and he was
Lelouch’s Suzaku, and there was no way around that, ever. When he
finally—finally—dragged himself away from his addicting counterpart, Suzaku put
some space between them and mumbled, “We should probably play now.”
-+-
“We were playing,” Lelouch murmured seductively, his purple eyes glassy with
desire.
“Playing Marco Polo,” Suzaku reminded. Then, as an afterthought, he promised,
“If you catch me once—the right way—I’ll let you do anything you want to me
later.” Deviousness glinted in green eyes, and the brunet darted off towards
the shallow end of the pool, leaving Lelouch floundering by himself in the deep
water.
Lelouch growled deep in his throat and obligingly closed his eyes, the shock of
his body’s separation from Suzaku’s doing wonders to restore his brainpower.
Shaking his head back and forth, he griped, “The things I do for you…” He swam
blindly in the direction his lover had gone. Yelling out “Marco!” he listened
intently for Suzaku’s haphazard splashing and swam towards the sound. Darkness
pressed against his eyelids. The swell of the slight pool waves confused him
slightly, but he could still pinpoint Suzaku’s relative location. He sighed.
This game was stupid. If this was for real, he’d be using every sense at his
disposal to find his target. Why did he pick this game again?
“Polo!” Suzaku zipped past him, headed the opposite direction.
That’s right. Because it was theirgame, the one Suzaku had taught Lelouch when
they were still transitioning from enemies to friends, back when they were ten
and there was no need yet for the water to wash their bloodstained hands.
Lelouch reacted, but not quickly enough. “Marco!” As expected, the answering
“Polo!” came from behind him. He adjusted his position and called again,
“Marco!” Annoyance edged his voice. He was getting tired, and Suzaku’s
boundless energy was becoming aggravating as a result.
There was silence.  The black-haired boy paused, straining his ears, and he
treaded water with effort. No sound rang from within the pool, but there was a
slight, steady drip drip driphitting the patio floor. “Fish out of water!” he
yelled, remembering the phrase from back when Suzaku had taught him this game
at the Kururugi Shrine.
“That’s what I am, huh?” Suzaku asked forlornly.
Damning the rules, Lelouch opened his eyes to see the soldier slip
unceremoniously back into the pool. Their gazes met from across the water.
“A fish out of water,” Suzaku explained. “An Eleven amidst Britannians. That’s
why I don’t fit in here.”
Lelouch narrowed his eyes.
“Don’t say anything. It’s true. It’s why we’re here in the first place,” Suzaku
pointed out. He swam back to his boyfriend and tugged Lelouch into his arms.
Without a sound, they floated together, the game forgotten in place of bitter
memories.
“Feel better now?” Lelouch asked after a time, trailing his fingertips down
Suzaku’s cheek. He grimaced. His skin had become pruney in the time that he’d
been immersed in water.  Feeling the younger boy nod wordlessly against his
shoulder, the prince let his rigid muscles relax. His heart hardened impossibly
more against Britannia, and his grip on Suzaku tightened, his soul not about to
lose its strongest link to humanity. “And,” Lelouch mumbled, tilting his head
down, “you know it’s not true. You do belong here. With me.” He grasped
Suzaku’s hand and brought it to his chest, right over his pounding heartbeat.
Lelouch himself was just as reassured by it, that he still had a heart after
all the things he’d done, but of course the gesture was all for Suzaku’s
benefit. The things he did for his idiot…
Only it wasn’t his heart anymore. He’d given it to Suzaku freely, and Suzaku
kept it from turning completely black.
 Suzaku reared up and kissed him, effectively distracting the prince. “Okay, I
can buy that,” the brunet murmured upon pulling away. “But the rest of
them…except for Nunnally and the Student Council…they don’t want me here.”
The Britannian prince laughed, cold and ruthless. “You think I care? It’s not
about them. It’s never been about them, Suzaku.” His hold on the soldier
tightened ever-so-slightly. His deep voice echoed over the water. “I love you.”
Breath catching, Suzaku automatically—though with genuine feeling—responded,
“Lelouch. I love you, too.”
“Do you?” the Britannian questioned, studying his lover carefully. Before
Suzaku could protest, Lelouch went on, “Because loving me has nothing to do
with anyone else. It shouldn’t matter what anybody thinks. This is only about
me.” He paused, adding as an afterthought, “And you.”
Suzaku chuckled. “I know. And yes, Lelouch, I do love you. How could you doubt
that?” He nuzzled his boyfriend’s bony shoulder, then moved up to press his
cheek against Lelouch’s. His breathing was heavy against his lover’s pale skin,
and his eyes were shiny with emotion as he leaned back, his gaze caught by
spellbinding pools of violet.
Lelouch sighed, sweeping his fingers through Suzaku’s wet hair, working out the
tiny knots in his curls.  He felt the familiar rush of dizziness that came
whenever Suzaku uttered those three magical little words, and he forgot if the
water was up or down; the world could be sideways for all he cared at that
moment, as long as Suzaku was with him, holding him and loving him. “Good,” he
breathed, satisfied, and followed his declaration with a kiss, putting as much
of himself into it as he dared.
-+-
Moaning, Suzaku reciprocated. He leaned further into his boyfriend, not
stopping until they toppled with a splash. They broke apart underwater; Lelouch
coughed up chlorine once he’d surfaced, and Suzaku was not far behind. The
prince pulled his soldier into another embrace.
Suzaku hummed in his throat and let the water carry his weight. He felt lighter
in the water, or was that because Lelouch was holding him close?  Warm and
relaxed, he sank a bit deeper until only the top of his face was above water,
pointed straight at the glass ceiling. He moaned softly, and his voice sounded
far away to his own ears, clogged with water as they were. His eyelids
fluttered closed, and he gave himself over to the sensations wrapped around his
body: the gentle water engulfing him, Lelouch’s arms tight around him, the
whisper of their previous kisses on his lips, the cool air blowing across his
exposed face…
There was a moment of comfortable silence before the prince said softly, “We
should do this more often. I like seeing you so happy, and lately it’s been
hard to find time for ourselves like this. ” Lelouch’s voice sounded far away,
but Suzaku would recognize his lover’s deep voice anywhere, distorted though it
was through the wall of water.
The brunet nodded sleepily, the now warm water making drowsy. “I know what you
mean.” He sighed and snuggled closer to his boyfriend, relaxed in a way he
hadn’t felt since before he’d joined the military. “I wish we could just stay
like this, Lelouch.”
“Me too,” the prince crooned above his ear, Lelouch’s lips barely brushing the
surface. “Someday, we’ll be able to… I’ll make sure of it.” His body tensed
with resolve, and Suzaku felt the stiffening muscles where he was pressed up
against his lover.
After a moment’s hesitation, fearing Lelouch’s answer would break the peace,
Suzaku gathered his courage and asked softly, “How will you do that?” He lifted
his head slightly out of the water, not wanting to mishear something so
important.
There was another moment of silence before Lelouch reacted. Slowly, the
Britannian revolutionary reached out with one arm over the pool and dipped his
index finger straight into the water. After removing it, he sought Suzaku’s
gaze and nodded with his chin to the ripples expanding from his touch. “You and
me,” Lelouch whispered, “we’re only the beginning.” Before Suzaku could
question him, he leaned in and smothered the soldier with a kiss.
Suzaku broke away, his expression sharp with concern. “As much as I’d like that
to be true, right now that’s impossible. I can’t help but worry about you,
Lelouch. You’ve seemed so tense lately.” 
-+-
Lelouch’s frame trembled and panic flared in his eyes for a brief second. “I…”
The Japanese boy held up a hand, a strained smile on his face. “I know you’re
worried about me…but still.” Lelouch didn’t answer, and Suzaku faltered with
his silence. “…You don’t have to explain,” he conceded with an obviously
disappointed sigh.
Nodding, the prince relaxed his grip. The relief flooding off him was enough to
fill an entire second swimming pool. When the day comes that we can be together
like this openly, Suzaku, you will understand.“Shall we call it a night?” he
invited hurriedly, casting an eye at the sinking moon. It was getting to be the
darkest part of night, right before dawn. They both had school tomorrow, and
Suzaku had military duties afterwards while Lelouch secretly had Black Knights
plans. He couldn’t conquer Britannia on only a couple hours of sleep, and he
knew Suzaku would drag him to class no matter what. And he’d go, because he
couldn’t stand to let Suzaku be bullied by the racist lowlifes in their
class—not while he could be there to stop it.
“Sure,” Suzaku agreed pleasantly, following his gaze. “I guess it is getting
late, and we can always come back tomorrow.”
Lelouch’s heart dropped. He couldn’t stay up night after night with Suzaku, not
if he wanted to get anywhere with his plans. “Maybe,” he agreed noncommittally.
He felt his ambitions suffer with the possibility, so he amended, “Or maybe we
could just stay in.”
Getting a completely different message, Suzaku’s eyes glinted. “Oh,” he
drawled. “Of course.”
Lelouch gave him a lighthearted shove and turned his face towards the exit.
“Come on, idiot.” He started to swim, but Suzaku quickly overtook him. With his
eyes open this time to see him swim, Lelouch watched in awe as his wildly
energetic boyfriend throttled to the side of the pool. Lelouch felt his throat
clog like he was drowning, choking, unable to breathe; he was unable to take
his eyes off the way the moonlight cast an ethereal glow on tan-bronze skin, on
the way Suzaku’s arms curved so perfectly as he sluiced through the water…
Suzaku was Lelouch’s water and his lifeguard all in one.
The prince shook himself out of his stupor and followed, catching up to his
lover only because Suzaku stopped to wait for him. They made if halfway across
the pool before they swam into a swathe of rectangular darkness. Suzaku froze
and looked up, his military instincts taking over as he sank into a defensive
position; the expanse of water around him threw off his crouch. Lelouch
secretly knew from personal experience now too: when there was a shadow over
you on the battlefield, it usually meant bad news.  Glancing up with a less
concerned expression, the calculative prince noticed that they’d swum directly
under the diving board.  “It’s just the springboard’s shadow,” he explained to
the Japanese boy, nudging him on towards the exit. “Keep going.”
“No.” The soldier gathered his self-control and changed direction,
determination rolling off him in waves. “I’m not going to run away from
Britannia’s shadow anymore. I’m…I’m going to dive at least oncewhile I’m here!”
He swam towards the ladder of the diving board, not even stopping when his
Britannian lover latched onto his foot.
“We can come back tomorrow, remember?” Lelouch hissed, hanging on for the ride
as Suzaku sliced through the pool. “Suzaku, we’ve been here too long already!”
Green eyes peered imploringly over a tan shoulder. “Just one dive, Lelouch.
I’ll be quick.”
The pale teen’s grip slackened, and the Japanese minority gratefully shot away
up the ladder. Two seconds later, Suzaku dove from the platform and arced
straight towards the bottom of the pool. He surfaced laughing, and Lelouch felt
it was worth the extra minute or so spent in the pool to see Suzaku so
carefree.
Until Suzaku pleaded, “One more time.”
“No.” The prince’s answer was absolute, but the brunet paid him no heed.
Instead, Suzaku scrambled back up the ladder, shooting Lelouch guilty looks
every so often. Offsetting those looks was a kind of wildness in his eyes as he
bounced recklessly on the edge of the diving board—up, down, up, down, up,
down—before hurling himself down into the water. He narrowly missed landing on
Lelouch.
Groaning in exasperation, the Britannian prince grumbled, “Okay, great. You
defied me, had your fun…we’re goingnow.” He paddled over to Suzaku and grabbed
him firmly by the upper arm. “It’s way past your bedtime.”
“I’m not a kid, Lelouch,” Suzaku protested. He yanked his boyfriend’s hand off
him.
Lelouch raised an eyebrow, which could’ve meant either Oh, really? Then stop
acting like oneor I couldn’t care less. We’re still going.
Suzaku grimaced. “Look, you can go if you want, but I’m having fun. I won’t get
caught here when it’s light out, I swear.”
Lelouch pursed his lips and shook his head, his stringy wet hair slapping his
cheeks. “I’m not leaving without you,” he mumbled. “We’re wasting time.”
“You’re right; we are!” Suzaku agreed—and shot for the ladder again. He whooped
as he jumped off the diving board again, and as soon as he surfaced for air,
Lelouch grabbed his head and dunked him right back underwater.
After ten seconds, the prince let go and allowed his immature boyfriend to come
up for air.
Snorting water out his nose, Suzaku teased, “Oh come on, Lelouch. Youknow I can
hold my breath a lot longer than that.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively
before tackling his prince, sending them both underwater again as they twisted
and slithered against one another, trying to come out on top. Suzaku came up
with Lelouch on top of him, snugly wrapped around his neck and shoulders.
“I win,” the prince said smugly, announcing his victory from on high. Lelouch
perched on his boyfriend’s shoulders like they were playing Chicken, his crotch
snug against the back of Suzaku’s neck. His torso was bared to the open air,
and he shivered at the coolness sweeping across his wet frame. He needed to get
back in the water to be comfortable, but he dared not abandon his conquest.
Besides, they were about to get out of the water anyway. “Take me out of the
pool,” he ordered. “No more water wrestling.”
Suzaku chuckled lightly. “If you say so.” He swam towards the pool edge with
his prince wrapped around him still.
Lelouch glanced up at the diving board they were next to. “No, Suzaku. It’s
time to leave.”
“You said to take you out of the pool; you never specified where,” the brunet
soldier pointed out innocently. “I was just following orders.”
The prince gritted his teeth. “Suzaku…”
“Anyway, since we’re right here, we may as well dive,” Suzaku said brightly. He
gently lifted Lelouch from his shoulders, treating the pale Britannian as if he
were made of porcelain. Settling Lelouch on the pool deck, he shimmied up the
ladder again, not once looking back.
Growling with anger, Lelouch followed his boyfriend up the ladder, catching
hold of the younger boy’s ankle before he could jump again. “What part of ‘no’
don’t you understand?!”
“Hm, I think it’s the nopart,” Suzaku quipped back, right before shaking
Lelouch off his ankle and diving into the water.
Coming to a decision, the miffed prince slid onto the diving board feet first.
His blood roared, and he barely registered the cool, wet surface beneath him.
He lay down on the high dive, blocking Suzaku’s access. Folding his arms
haughtily over his bare chest, he wasn’t surprised when he heard the wet slap
of Suzaku’s feet climbing the ladder again.
“What are you doing?” Suzaku’s voice sounded amused more than annoyed, and
Lelouch seethed at his tone.
“Nothing.” So what if he sounded petulant?  Suzaku was the one being childish,
not him! Free-spirited laughter sounded from above him, and Lelouch tilted his
head back to see his lover hanging off the ladder.
“This isn’t going to stop me,” Suzaku promised. “I’ll just crawl over you.” On
all fours, the brunet inched his way across the springboard, going slowly as
the board wobbled from his moving weight.
Lelouch laughed, the sound almost mocking. “And you think thatwill stop me?”
Before the brunet got too far, he reached up and grabbed Suzaku’s head, framing
his tanned face with pale hands. “Don’t underestimate me, Suzaku,” the irate
prince warned in a whisper before tugging his boyfriend’s head down to meet
his. Though their positioning was backwards, the kiss felt warm and right as
ever.
-+-
Suzaku sighed happily and forgot all about his previous plans. The rush of
diving thirty-three feet into the pool was nothingcompared to the electricity
running through his veins at the moment. Why would he need a high dive when he
was falling, falling, falling into Lelouch, falling forhim again, head over
heels, until he was sinking under the weight of his feelings, drowning and not
caring one bit because it was Lelouchand he loved him so, somuch. After a few
passionate moments, Lelouch turned his head, gasping, and Suzaku let him take
two whole breaths before pinning him again with another backwards kiss.
“Mmm,” the prince moaned, his hands fluttering on Suzaku’s cheeks. “Suza—ku…”
“Yes, my prince?” Suzaku breathed, breaking away. The rebellious light in his
eyes had died, only to be replaced with a spark Lelouch would by now know all
too well. The brunet chuckled, his voice husky in the deadest hour.
Lelouch scowled at the nickname. Slowly, as the silence stretched, his
expression morphed into his trademark smirk. “I won,” he announced. “I stopped
you from diving.”
“Hmph,” Suzaku snorted. “Not fair, you cheater. That kiss was an underhanded
tactic to distract me.”
“And it worked,” Lelouch pointed out unabashedly.
Suzaku smiled softly. “Don’t worry. I still love you, even if you cheat.” His
voice was warm and tender.
“Hmph,” Lelouch snorted, though even Suzaku could tell it was a cover-up.
“Let’s get going. We don’t have time for—”
“For this?” Suzaku asked, reaching forward over his pale boyfriend and running
the tip of his index finger across the wet bulge in the front of Lelouch’s
briefs. The prince went very still and silent, his purple eyes widening at the
touch. “You know,” the Japanese boy reminded the other, “you never did get to
come earlier.” His voice deepened seductively. “Why don’t I make it up to you?”
Lelouch shivered pleasantly at the suggestion, his mouth opening in a silent
gasp. Swallowing tightly, he managed, “Here?”
Suzaku laughed, like he hadn’t just suggested sex on a diving board. “Why not?”
he asked jovially, massaging Lelouch’s stirring arousal through the fabric. He
leaned down again, caught Lelouch’s lips with his and swallowed his moans.
“I’ll make it fun,” he promised against the other’s lips. In one smooth motion,
Suzaku rid Lelouch of his clingy underwear, feeling a weight off his shoulders
as he finally tossed them away, his smile triumphant as the stretchy black
fabric freefell into the pool down below. There was only Lelouch now, bared and
ready for him, and the brunet felt his heart skip a beat at the sight.
Lelouch squirmed beneath Suzaku as the younger boy made due on his promises and
crawled over him, water droplets falling from the brunet’s face, chest,
stomach, and swimming trunks onto the pale Britannian boy underneath. The
prince huffed, “What did I tellyou about drippingon me?! Stop—” and his
complaints cut off abruptly as Suzaku took him hotly in his mouth.
Suzaku sank deeper onto his lover’s arousal, his tongue curling around it much
more effectively without that hindrance of black fabric in the way. He bobbed
his head and pulled back, gently blowing on heated flesh the way he knew
Lelouch liked, and took him back in his mouth. His ears were perked for
Lelouch’s moans, so much more pleasing to listen to than orders or whines. The
brunet hummed around Lelouch, sending sensuous vibrations up his prince’s
length through their primal connection. Suzaku’s eyes were tearing, and he
regretted most of all that he couldn’t look Lelouch in the face like usual as
he sucked him off. As he was caught up in the smell and taste and feeling of
his lover, he was aware in the back of his mind that his swimming trunks were
being desperately yanked out of place. Suzaku froze completely as a warm, damp
pressure surrounded his own straining erection, and Lelouch slid from between
his lips with a small pop.
“Two can…play at this…” Lelouch mumbled around Suzaku, rising to the challenge.
  His hands wound up over his head to clutch Suzaku’s toned bottom, positioning
the younger boy for better access. His pruney fingers flexed, and the Japanese
boy’s dislodged swimming trunks dripped on his forehead. His legs slid apart
automatically as Suzaku continued sucking him with renewed vigor. “Ah!” Lelouch
groaned, “Ah—I’ll win…yet…” His words were muffled by Suzau’s hardness on his
tongue, but his meaning was clear.
Suzaku shook his head, his lips curling upwards on either side around Lelouch’s
erection. “Not…this time…Lelouch…!” His tongue pressed intimately to the
Britannian boy’s weak spots; Suzaku belatedly remembered to lick the inverse
erogenous areas because of their reverse positioning. He groaned and shook from
the feel of Lelouch’s mouth on him in return, the double stimulation almost
causing him an embarrassingly early undoing; he was inwardly grateful that he
had enough self-control to not come just yet. That would be too embarrassing,
and Lelouch would laugh at him later.
Lelouch. Lelouch was everywhere. Every fiber of Suzaku’s body was aware of
Lelouch’s presence: in him, on him, below him, around him… The Britannian boy
did something shocking and amazing with his tongue, and Suzaku felt his last
remaining functional brain cells start to hibernate. “I can’t…think…when
you…touch me, Lelouch,” he rasped, his voice quivering only because the diving
board was still wobbling beneath them. 
The prince smirked and repeated that amazing motion with his tongue as if to
say, That’s the point. Long, slender fingers danced across the young soldier’s
backside, grabbing and pulling and prodding and squeezing relentlessly.
Suzaku shivered from the sensations. “That’s not helping.” 
“Mhm,” Lelouch murmured, and Suzaku could hear his deep voice vibrate in his
head: I know, but it feels good, doesn’t it?
In retaliation, the brunet moved his entire head up and down, keeping his lips
suctioned around the prince’s pulsing length. His chin brushed against wiry
curls every so often, reminding Suzaku of the oddity of their position; they’d
never experimented backwards like this, and never at the same time.  He was
aware of Lelouch’s soft mewls and pants, spurring him on in an effort to make
his boyfriend scream, to make it echo over the pool. The stench of chlorine
clung to Lelouch’s skin, and Suzaku could even taste it on his cock, reminding
him of all Lelouch had done for him, despite his status as an Honorary
Britannian. The Japanese boy grunted with pleasure around the swelling flesh in
his mouth, feeling his heart swell with feeling for the boy it belonged to.
-+-
I must’ve swallowed too many chemicals to evenconsider doing this, Lelouch
thought, even as he opened his mouth to Suzaku. There was no backing out now,
though, sandwiched as he was between the diving board and the hard planes of
Suzaku’s body. Only in the deepest recesses of his mind could Lelouch admit to
himself that he found this exciting. He felt like he was flying, never mind the
wet board pressing against his back; Suzaku was taking him on a wild ride, as
promised, and Lelouch was hanging on for dear life as he rode the waves of
arousal.
And like every other major decision he’d made since he was ten, Lelouch
realized, I’m doing this for Suzaku’s sake. His pulse raced faster. Never mind
that it was mind-blowing for him as a side-effect, he was allowing this to
happen for Suzaku. There could be no other reason the proud Lelouch vi
Britannia, undercover prince by day and masked rebel leader Zero by night,
would be caught sixty-nining on a high-school swimming pool diving board. He
groaned, his legendary concentration failing.
The ebony-haired Britannian writhed on the high dive, squirming under the
Japanese boy’s body, Suzaku’s hardened length almost suffocating him as he
moaned around it. Drool leaked from the corners of his mouth, mixing with the
Japanese boy’s smeared precome on his tongue. The warm wetness of Suzaku’s
mouth around him in return was enough to finish him right there, but Lelouch
stubbornly willed himself to ride it out. Suzaku shouldn’t find it too easy to
make him come, the prince decided. His vision was blurry as he stared up
through the narrow space between Suzaku’s thighs, not sure if the lights behind
his eyes were stars or pleasure-induced hallucinations. His hands were sweaty
on Suzaku’s skin, and his moans were muffled by Suzaku’s thick erection.
His violet gaze, though hazy with overwhelming sensation, was still inwardly
sharp, as if he could see through to the inner failings of Suzaku’s crumbling
willpower.  Working Suzaku’s body was like fighting Britannia: He just had to
find the right weak spots and push them.
The prince couldn’t think beyond Suzaku, couldn’t hear beyond the rush of white
noise in his ears, couldn’t focus on anything but the building pressure in his
lower belly. His senses were on overload, and he couldn’t get a clear picture
of what his lover smelled like, tasted like, felt like… All the little details
Lelouch prided himself on knowing were lost in the delightful chaos of sexual
activity and physically-expressed love and affection—a much-needed break so his
highly-analytical mind could rest and take a backseat to pure, unadulterated
feeling and sensation. He only knew he felt incredible—more than incredible—
and there existed in his brain a single link to account for these glorious
feelings: “Suzaku!”
Lelouch’s eyes were closed as he finally succumbed to the pressure in his
belly, and the coiling pleasure finally erupted as he ejaculated into Suzaku’s
mouth.  He wanted to tell Suzaku that this time it was okay, that Suzaku could
drip drip dripinto his throat and he wouldn’t mind at all. As if his boyfriend
had heard his unspoken permission, the Japanese teen returned the favor and
came. Lelouch continued to suckle weakly at his lover’s length until Suzaku was
done, and even though the prince felt downright dead from his night at the
pool, he’d rarely felt so alive.
Going limp with exhaustion, Lelouch swallowed and instinctively rolled out from
underneath his boyfriend—and plummeted thirty-three feet to the water below.
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“Lelouch!”Suzaku screamed, his quick reflexes kicking in as he followed his
boyfriend off the springboard. His legs got caught in his twisted bathing suit
on the way down, messing up his dive, and he hit the water flat on, jarred out
of his senses as if he’d run through a brick wall bareheaded. He floated
facedown in the water, barely conscious as the pain chased away the afterglow.
Then the world slid sideways as familiar hands hauled him up, and Lelouch’s
fingers were all over him, checking him for bruises and a pulse and pressing on
his chest. The patio floor was cold under his back, and Lelouch’s lips were on
his, breathing air into his lungs.  Suzaku shuddered and coughed up excess
water (some white fluid mixed in with the clear), struggling towards reality as
Lelouch rolled him on his side.
Lelouch was leaning over him, forehead creased in worry. “Are you all right?
What were you thinking?” he demanded, voice tight with fear. Face stern, he
lectured, “Listen to me from now on. This never would have happened if you had
just done as I’d wanted to begin with. Suzaku, I always know best.” The
Britannian boy’s limbs were shaking as much as his voice, and a slight sheen
shone on his naked body where he crouched beside Suzaku.
“…Yes, Lelouch,” the Japanese boy murmured. Then, weakly, “Thought I was gonna
save you.”
The prince huffed, “I didn’t need saving.” Despite his rough tone, he tenderly
moved a lock of hair behind his soldier’s ear. “You did. Don’t ask me how.”
Helping his lover sit up, Lelouch gathered a couple towels and tossed one at
his idiot. “Come on. Let’s leave before anything else happens.”
“All right, all right,” Suzaku grumbled weakly. Toweling off, he pulled on his
dry change of clothes, continuously dancing out of Lelouch’s reach as he did
so. They made it around the entire perimeter of the pool before he was done
tugging the last of his clothes into place. It was at that exact second when
the Britannian prince caught up with him—and pushed him right back into the
water, clothes and all. Stunned, Suzaku shot for the surface, the waterlogged
fabric barely having an effect on his speed and maneuverability. “What was that
about?!” he demanded, green eyes stretched wide with disbelief.
“Payback.” Violet eyes twinkled with something a bit dark, and Lelouch strutted
off in only his towel, leaving his boyfriend to scramble out after him.
Behind the two boys, an unmistakable pair of stretchy black briefs floated
innocently in the pool under the waning moonlight.
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OMAKE
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“…You cannot be serious.” Violet eyes stared at green with barely concealed
horror. “Suzaku, the diving board was bad enough, but floaties?”
Suzaku shrugged. “It’d make things interesting.” He brandished a yellow pool
noodle at the prince, tripping him like he never tripped, even when he was
three. Bursting into giggles, Suzaku steadied his lover on his feet and pointed
to the expanse of floats they’d ‘borrowed’ from the gym supply closet. “Take
your pick, Lelouch,” he offered.
“No,” Lelouch protested, just to be difficult.
And thus Suzaku went about apologizing in his nontraditional manner; it seemed
to work on Lelouch. And it persuaded Lelouch to do what he wanted. Who said
Lelouch was the more manipulative of the two of them, anyway? Suzaku just knew
how to hide it.
Lelouch ended up falling off his floatie, and Suzaku—intimately connected to
his partner by that point—had no choice but to follow.
They couldn’t risk returning the used floats to the supply closet, but they had
an abundant stock for frequent future visits. As if Lelouch could really say
no.
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