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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Code_Geass
  Relationship:
      Kururugi_Suzaku/Lelouch_Lamperouge_|_Lelouch_vi_Britannia
  Character:
      Lelouch_Lamperouge_|_Lelouch_vi_Britannia, Kururugi_Suzaku, Rolo
      Lamperouge, Villetta_Nu, Nunnally_vi_Britannia
  Additional Tags:
      Emotional_Manipulation, Rimming, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Dubious
      Morality, Dub_Con_Elements_But_There's_Full_Consent, Suzaku_Being_Fooled
      By_Lelouch_Once_Again, Suzaku's_Guilty_Conscience, Warning_For_Lelouch
      Being_Himself, Rough_Sex, suzalulu_week_2016, Light_Angst
  Collections:
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      Published: 2016-09-28 Words: 3312
****** Fool Me Twice ******
by 27th
Summary
     Lelouch and Suzaku used to be lovers. Now that Suzaku is back at
     Ashford, Lelouch has to fake it or risk Nunnally’s safety. (Takes
     place in R2)
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Suzaku Kururugi stands tall at the front of the classroom, introducing himself
in polite tones. This time though, he needs no introduction. Already the
whispers have broken out, reminiscent of his debut at Ashford Academy, but
without the same disdain. This time the whispers are filled with awe and envy.
“The White Death is coming to school here?”
“That’s the Knight of Seven!”
“But he’s an Eleven…”
“Who cares? He reports directly to the emperor!”
It’s surreal seeing him again, and it’s all Lelouch can do to keep the shock on
his face at an acceptable level. Less 'you backstabbing bastard' and more 'my
good friend I haven’t seen in awhile'. But even that’s not quite right.
This would be so much easier if his memories hadn’t returned, but then Suzaku
wouldn’t have cause to be here had Lelouch not become Zero once more. That
means he suspects Lelouch has regained his memories; that means Lelouch cannot
step a toe out of line without risking Nunnally’s safety, wherever they may be
keeping her.
He’ll have to go through with this farce, even the parts of it he can hardly
bear to think about.
He doesn’t need to listen to Villetta assign Suzaku a seat to know that’ll
it’ll be next to him. His hand, clenched into a fist beneath the table, is
shaking. As Suzaku approaches, unable to completely keep the hatred at bay in
his green eyes, Lelouch uncurls his fingers and takes a deep breath. His lips
pull into the pretty, winsome smile he’s practiced so many times, shrewd violet
eyes softening just enough.
“It’s been a while, Suzaku.”
Suzaku returns the smile. He’s become a better liar since Lelouch last saw him.
He’s also filled out more in his shoulders and his neck is thicker, jaw more
square… Not that it’s any concern of Lelouch’s anymore.
“Feels like old times, Lelouch.”
 
 
 
It’s scarily easy to fall back into the role of childhood friends with Suzaku,
and sometimes Lelouch almost forgets he’s even pretending at all. But then
there are moments when he’ll smile at Suzaku and their eyes will meet, and
he’ll remember the way Suzaku had dragged him before his father—before the man
he hates most in this world—and let Charles zi Britannia take everything from
him all over again. He’ll remember that Suzaku is stillletting Charles steal
from him, that he believes Lelouch is under Charles’s geass. It’s a thought
that snuffs out any lingering vestiges of sentimentality.
And he hasn’t even gotten to the worst part of this make-believe yet. No, he’s
managed thus far to avoid being entirely alone with Suzaku. Taking care of Rolo
and the student council, as well as his gambling habits, are a good enough
excuse—for now. But even Lelouch knows he can’t keep avoiding Suzaku forever.
It’ll seem too unnatural if he carries on this way. After all, one should want
to spend time with their lover (the word leaves a bitter taste in his mouth).
Not that anyone but the two of them know, and that at least spares Lelouch from
having to act out public displays of affection.
Often he curses his own weakness. If only Suzaku hadn’t kissed him one night
just after he’d put Nunnally to bed. Suzaku had been over for dinner, was
sitting on the couch where Lelouch had insisted he stay so they could talk...
If only Lelouch hadn’t kissed him back.
He can’t say for sure what drove him to continue, to let Suzaku push him down
onto the couch. He likes to think it was all to throw Suzaku off his trail, to
further distance himself from Zero in Suzaku’s mind. He likes to think that
perhaps he could’ve eventually coaxed Suzaku into joining the Black
Knights—before Euphemia came into the picture, anyway. But the truth is more
likely that he’d been lonely, spent too much time wearing a mask, and Suzaku
was familiar and comforting. His strong arms holding Lelouch down, the crisp,
masculine scent of his skin, his warm mouth and soft hair. All of it uncoiled
something in Lelouch, and then there was the pleasure.
Lelouch had never thought much about sex. He knew he could have it if he wanted
to; there are enough willing girls (and even a few willing boys) at Ashford,
but he found the whole act undignified. Watching Rivalz drool over Milly day
after day only confirmed that lust makes you stupid, and Lelouch is not stupid.
But he is still a seventeen year old boy, and what Suzaku could do to him… The
things Suzaku haddone to him, horrible messy things that Lelouch had only
thought about abstractly before Suzaku put his mouth on him. Even now the
thought is enough to send a flush of heat through his traitorous body. It’d
been good, for a while, being able to lose himself in Suzaku for an hour or
two, shedding his personas—both Zero’s and Lelouch Lamperouge’s.
And now he’ll have to put himself in Suzaku’s hands once more or risk
Nunnally’s safety, which is something he cannot do. Rolo has offered to kill
him and Lelouch gave it a moment of serious thought but… no, Suzaku is still
needed. Perhaps he’s overestimating Suzaku’s compassion, but Lelouch feels
better knowing Suzaku is around to take care of Nunnally if need be. He might
hate Lelouch for everything he’s done, but Nunnally is innocent of any crimes.
Lelouch turns a teacup around and around in his hands, sitting at the long
table in the student council room, staring at nothing in particular. It has to
be today. He can’t put off the inevitable any longer. He can’t risk Nunnally.
As if to test his resolve, Suzaku walks in at that moment carrying Arthur. His
green eyes widen in surprise when they settle on Lelouch (who has been doing a
good job avoiding him up ‘til now) before they narrow in a distinctly
suspicious way.
“Lelouch, what are you doing here?” he says, voice filled with insincere
friendliness.
Lelouch turns the teacup in his hands one last time and then sets it down on
the table. On the outside he is the picture of calm, turning to smile at Suzaku
beatifically; on the inside, he can barely hear over the roar of his own blood.
He stands up and turns to face Suzaku. Even with the new hard set of his jaw
and the cold suspicion in his eyes, he’s handsome.
“Waiting for you,” Lelouch replies. It comes out just shy of seductive, but it
hardly makes a difference because then Lelouch is pressing Suzaku back against
the wall next to the door and kissing him. Arthur leaps out of Suzaku’s arms.
Suzaku’s mouth remains hard under Lelouch’s lips, unyielding. Lelouch spends a
minute longer kissing him, tongue sweeping across Suzaku’s lower lip, before
Suzaku grabs his upper arms and shoves him away violently. His grip hurts, and
Lelouch might have bruises later, but he doesn’t complain. He widens his eyes
instead, the picture of innocence, and asks, “Suzaku, what’s wrong? I thought
you still…”
For all of Suzaku’s disgust his eyes still flicker down to Lelouch’s lips
before darting back up to his violet eyes. He hasn’t loosened his grip, holding
Lelouch in place.
“Did you find someone else?” Lelouch asks softly, sadly. “In Pendragon?”
“No, I—” Suzaku shuts his mouth, clearly realizing his mistake. It had been a
way out and the idiot hadn’t taken it. His kneejerk reaction is, of course,
noble. Suzaku would never cheat, even on someone like Lelouch. Which leaves
Lelouch with only one option.
He tips his head down to bridge that little bit of height difference between
them and presses a soft, lingering kiss to Suzaku’s lips. Then he turns his
face so that his mouth is level with Suzaku’s ear, murmuring, “Tonight come by
around the usual time.” He brushes his lips along the curve of Suzaku’s ear for
good measure, feels him shiver, then steps back. Suzaku lets him go as if
burned.
Once Lelouch is out the door he starts feeling sick with thoughts of later, and
sicker still because of the undeniable excitement at the thought of having
Suzaku in his bed again.
 
 
 
It takes longer than it should to convince Rolo to stay out of this. Lelouch
has long suspected that Rolo’s brotherly affections may be moving towards
outright possessiveness, but he hadn’t expected such a fight. Still, Lelouch
knows how to handle Rolo and soon enough he’s agreed to stay clear of Lelouch
and Suzaku for tonight.
Lelouch makes tea to calm his nerves, goes through the familiar motions as the
minutes tick by. Maybe Suzaku won’t show up. Maybe he’ll—
The doorbell rings.
Lelouch hesitates at the door, hand hovering over the knob. He tells himself
that this is for Nunnally, that it’s necessary, that he has no choice, but the
excuses feel flimsy. Lelouch is Zero, the miracle maker; he could think himself
out of this if he really needed to. He could find another way.
He doesn’t.
Lelouch opens the door, a genial smile plastered on his face. He’s not exactly
sure what he expects but it’s certainly not Suzaku’s hands on his shoulders,
warm through the fabric of his shirt. It’s not Suzaku shoving him further
inside the room, pressing him against the nearest solid surface (a small table
decorated by a vase that wobbles and nearly crashes to the floor), kissing him
until his lips bruise. It’s definitely not Suzaku’s tongue, hot and demanding
inside his mouth, hands sliding over the narrow contour of his waist. When he
finally pulls back Lelouch is dazed, his lips ache, and he’s clutching Suzaku’s
shoulders (when did that happen?).
“T-the door,” he says shakily, trying to gather his wits. When he turns to look
it’s already shut. Suzaku must have kicked it closed at some point. Suzaku’s
hands are still sliding up and down his sides in a familiar way, and for a
moment Lelouch wonders if maybe Charles messed with his memories too. But no,
that serves no purpose, and his father is nothing if not purposeful.
Suzaku leans his head down for another kiss and before Lelouch can think it
through, he braces his hands on Suzaku’s chest to hold him off. “Wait,” he
says, voice dropping into its lower register the way it always does when he
issues a command.
At the tone, a tone so different from the softer voice he uses at school,
Suzaku pauses and pulls away. He studies Lelouch’s face with something
distinctly calculating in his eyes, and suddenly Lelouch understands. The
bastard had been trying to catch him off guard. And it nearly worked.
Lelouch forces a smile, smooths his hands down Suzaku’s chest as if nearly
pushing him away had been a deliberate gesture. “Not here. Rolo could…”
“Lelouch...” Suzaku says, stopping his hands just before they reach his belt.
For a moment they just stare at each other, and maybe Suzaku doesknow about his
memories but he has no proof, and Lelouch isn’t going to give him any.
He knocks their hips together suggestively, looks at Suzaku from under his
eyelashes the way he used to. “Bedroom. Lead the way.”
Suzaku purses his lips, clearly fighting with himself, before a fierce sort of
determination lights his eyes. “Fine.”
Lelouch thinks Suzaku might sweep him up in his arms or guide him gently by the
hand, like he used to. He doesn’t. He hauls Lelouch to the bedroom like a
prisoner, fingers still locked around his wrists.
He tosses him on the bed, locks the door behind them, and strips off his shirt.
Lelouch fumbles to do the same, but Suzaku is already there on the bed,
kneeling over him, practically tearing it off. Lelouch’s heart races because
he’s never seen this side of Suzaku. Sure, he knows Suzaku can be aggressive in
a fight, knows he had a temper when he was younger too, but he’s never carried
that behavior beyond his work in the military—at least not until now.
“What’s gotten into you?” Lelouch gasps as Suzaku presses him into the mattress
with his body weight and starts kissing at the long, pale column of his throat.
He already knows the answer. Suzaku might be a better liar now but his acting
is still subpar. He can’t hide the anger and hostility he feels towards Lelouch
right now.
Lelouch hates that the carelessness and the rough, demanding hands only makes
him harder.
 
 
 
“Nothing. Just want you like this.” He flips Lelouch over onto his stomach as
he says it so he doesn’t have to see his face, those eyes that are guilty of so
much but guileless now that Lelouch has forgotten. It’s wrong to want to take
out his frustration and fury on this Lelouch who knows nothing of his sins, but
Suzaku can’t find it in himself to be gentle right now. It’s fucked up,
he’s fucked up, and it’s all Lelouch’s fault.
Lelouch starts to say something but Suzaku yanks his pants down and spreads his
legs, licking hot over his balls and up along valley of his ass until he
reaches his spine. The words fall away to shocked moans so Suzaku does it
again, and again. He just wants Lelouch to shut up for once, to stop lying.
(He’s lying even when he doesn’t realize it, a victim of false memories, and it
infuriates Suzaku.)
Lelouch pushes up onto his knees, arching his spine as Suzaku runs his tongue
over that puckered little hole, and the wantonness of the gesture sends a bolt
of heat straight to his cock. He hates himself for the way his body remembers,
anticipates, and craves Lelouch. God, he wants to be inside him so bad. He
hasn’t fucked anything but his own hand in over a year.
Something slides across the sheets, pushed by Lelouch’s hand. A bottle of lube
and a condom. Suzaku narrows his eyes and wonders if Lelouch has been with
anyone else, but then that would’ve been mentioned in the surveillance reports.
Was he waiting for Suzaku all this time…? He shakes the thought away.
Suzaku pauses to slick up his fingers, easing one inside Lelouch and, God, he
is tight. It’s gratifying that Lelouch’s cock hangs hard and heavy between his
legs, leaking a little at the tip, when all Suzaku’s done is rim him. Not that
he’s much better, erection straining against his black uniform pants.
He fucks Lelouch with one finger, then two, listening to Lelouch’s soft ‘oh,
oh, ohs’ as he rocks his hips back onto Suzaku’s hand. He’s always been like
this. Utterly demanding and haughty up until the point that Suzaku plays with
his ass, then he becomes a pliant, needy hedonist. Suzaku can’t say the change
is unpleasant. Lelouch’s body is the most honest thing about him.
“Suzaku…” Lelouch groans, low and throaty. He eases another finger inside for
good measure since it’s been so long, stretches Lelouch for as long as he can
stand it.
“Just fuck me already,” Lelouch says, and Suzaku takes vicious pleasure in the
way he’s practically begging for it. He pulls his fingers out, undoes his pants
and shoves them to his knees. Smearing lube across his palm, he jacks his cock
to get it nice and slick and thinks about how he shouldn’t do this while he
rolls the condom down. Even though he technically has Lelouch’s permission,
it’s not like he can make a fully informed decision.
Once upon a time Lelouch had wanted him, but now… If Lelouch remembers how he
sold him out to his father, Suzaku doubts he’d be forgiven (not that he wants
or needs Lelouch’s forgiveness). This has all just gotten out of hand. He’d
been sure Lelouch was faking it, that he’d gotten his memories back. That is
why Suzaku kissed him in the first place. Lelouch wouldn’t be able to stomach
his affections after everything that’d happened between them. But now… Could
Lelouch be faking this too? No, the evidence is hard and leaking between his
thighs. He still wants Suzaku, badly. He doesn’t remember.
But Suzaku remembers, and what does that say about him?
He grips the base of his cock, presses the head to Lelouch’s hole before slowly
sinking in. For all that it’s wrong it’s also bliss. Hot, tight bliss that
makes Suzaku grip Lelouch’s narrow hips to steady himself. His back bows at the
sensation because Lelouch fits him like a glove.
He has a delirious moment where he wants to press a kiss between Lelouch’s
shoulder blades, but then he comes back to himself and remembers why he’s here
in Lelouch’s bed. It’s only for the mission. It’s only to find out the truth.
The thought eases some of the guilt as he begins to thrust.
 
 
 
Suzaku has never been this rough with him, this unrelenting, this callous, and
Lelouch can’t stop moaning. He knows there must be all kinds of psychological
reasons behind the fact that he’s enjoying this so much—the anger and the lies
and the animosity morphing into sickening desire—, but right now he doesn’t
care to examine them.
It’s just so good, Suzaku’s cock hard and thick and hot inside him like it was
made for him. He can’t seem to get enough of it. He hadn’t realized how much he
missed this, even if this is now a warped parody of what it used to be.
“You’re always so greedy,” Suzaku grunts, fucking into him even harder, their
skin slapping together in an obscene rhythm. He sounds angry, hurt, and more
turned on than Lelouch has ever heard him. Apparently he isn’t the only one
getting off on this fucked up charade.
“Yes, yes, Suzaku,” Lelouch says, squirming his hips only for Suzaku to grip
them hard enough to bruise, holding him still. It’s not like he can keep up
with the punishing pace Suzaku’s set anyway, so he just goes limp and takes it.
Lelouch feels the first falter in Suzaku’s rhythm and snakes a hand down
between his legs, wrapping fingers around himself. He presses his face into the
sheets to muffle the embarrassing noises he makes as he jerks himself off in
time with Suzaku’s thrusts. Suzaku pays no attention to him, chasing his own
pleasure as he groans and jerks his hips fast and uneven. Lelouch comes with a
quiet cry, spilling all over his hand and onto the sheets, thighs quivering.
Suzaku thrusts in deep one last time, grinds there as his muscles tense with
orgasm.
For a minute only the sound of their labored breathing fills the room, Lelouch
basking in the afterglow, content and sweaty and a little sleepy.
Suzaku moves first, pulling out and carefully removing the condom, tossing it
into the trashcan under the nightstand. Lelouch expects Suzaku to flop down
next to him and roll them both away from the wet spot before settling in to
sleep, but he makes no move to lay down. He sits on the edge of the bed, as far
from Lelouch as he can get, and puts his head in his hands. The set of his
shoulders is tense with what Lelouch can only assume is guilt.
“Suza—”
“I have to go.”
He gets up and crosses the room, picking up his discarded clothes as he goes.
Lelouch sits up and watches him but says nothing.
“Lelouch, I—” Suzaku is paused in front of the door, hand curled around the
knob, and he glances back at Lelouch for a second before looking away. “Sorry.”
Lelouch watches him leave.
Everything has gone according to plan. The conditions have been cleared. Suzaku
believes he has yet to regain his memories.
So why doesn’t this feel like success?
End Notes
     So I managed to finish this in the nick of time! I usually avoid
     writing Code Geass because it's so near and dear to my heart that I'm
     worried I'll botch the characters, but I just had to participate in
     Suzalulu week. Let me know what you think! c:
     Comments and kudos are welcome~!
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