Happiness In Slavery

Have some more fluffy flashback as well :D

CODE 13

***

The sun was already high in the sky and the breeze warm through the open window as Lelouch stirred slowly from his deep and peaceful sleep. Suzaku slept on beside him, his chest rising and falling gently with each breath, the sheets on his side only just covering his lower half where he had shrugged them off in the increasing heat of the summer day outside. Lelouch nestled closer to him, unwilling to fully open his heavy eyes although he really had slept long enough… until he noticed CC watching him silently from the doorway. His eyes first widening with surprise and then narrowing with irritation, he pulled the sheets higher up Suzaku’s sleeping frame and waved her away, which she did eventually. He slipped quietly from the bed and clothed his nakedness with a dressing gown before moving out of the bedroom and closing the door behind him. CC lounged on the sofa absently running a brush through her long hair.

“I secured a base away from here for more than one reason.”

“I was bored.” Having regarded him so intensely before, her air had changed to one of barely being aware of his presence.

“I seem to remember that you yourself once said that eavesdropping was a nasty habit… but spying is acceptable?” Lelouch hissed nastily.

“You needn’t get worked up thinking that I’m interested in what you do in your spare time. I was concerned that you hadn’t been in contact recently.”

“I do have to try to keep up the pretense of routine and normality around here as well.”

“You have a unique way of achieving that”.

“Return to the base right now and I will follow in my own time.” His cheeks pinked even though he gave his order in his frostiest tone. “Security access route, don’t let anyone see you.”

“You needn’t be so testy” CC huffed and she got up and swept out. Lelouch locked the door behind her… although both Nanali and Miyoko had keycards that would unlock it. He sighed. It was about time that Suzaku left.

He edged back onto the bed gently but Suzaku was already waking up. He smiled drowsily as he saw Lelouch looking down at him.

“Oh…wow.. it’s bright in here, is it pretty late?” he mumbled.

“Gone 10…”

“Aww... that’s still early…” Suzaku reached up and clutched Lelouch’s robe, trying to draw him back under the sheets. Lelouch resisted, although a little reluctantly.

“You should go”.

"Just a few more minutes..." Suzaku tried on his most winning puppy dog face, but Lelouch still shook him off with a touch of irritation. Suzaku looked a little put-out by the unnecessarily cold rebuff, but he simply shrugged and got out of bed, walking over to the on-suite bathroom. Lelouch watched and waited until he heard water running in the sink before he slipped out of the robe and took a fresh uniform from the dresser. The discarded shirt and trousers on the floor he picked up and threw on the bed for washing, but his jacket he would have to smooth the creases from and wear again. He also retrieved Suzaku's clothes which he was going to have to wear until he got back to his own room. Suzaku gargled loudly from the bathroom.

Lelouch turned on his mobile phone and scrolled briefly through the missed call list, the Black Knights as he expected... they were really only supposed to contact him in an emergency but he had effectively gone a.w.o.l for a week. He tucked it hurrdily into is pocket as Suzaku reappeared, approaching him still brazenly naked and ruffling the curls of his hair with his fingers.

"I'm working tonight and staying over there so I guess I won't see you again until tomorrow night" He wrapped his arms around Lelouch's neck and nuzzled his cheek.

"That... could be for the best, I might actually get some proper sleep." Lelouch smiled at his own remark. Suzaku backed off to pick up his clothes, his usual lop-sided, good natured grin back in place.

"That's your fault, I just can't help myself."

The tension from before had evaporated completely.

***

Lelouch watched the video from beside Schneizer with dull, vacant eyes. His terror at the time had been very real as he had been taken from his cell and assaulted by the three soldiers in what had felt like a totally authentic kidnap situation. The more gratuitous the situation had gotten however, the more he expected, and finally realized it to be a set-up. Schneizer watched Lelouch as Lelouch watched himself on the screen, perturbed by the utter lack of any kind of reaction. He had to admire the amount of time that Lelouch had held out against his conditioning but he was beginning to feel a limit had been reached. The Lelouch on the screen cried out loudly, inciting a chill that ran down Schneizer's spine and intensified the throb throughout the length of his manhood. Lelouch at his side however, didn't make the slightest sound as Schneizer pinned and penetrated him, and only got the barest acknowledgment of a moan of pain as he twisted Lelouch's arm up and behind his back. He lent in close.

"Are you bored already? We can go down the Room if you so wish."

"Yes, Master". came the hollow reply.

"Or we could be more inventive with what we have up here.."

"Yes, Master".

"Do you plan to use the same answer to all my suggestions?"

"Yes, Master" Lelouch replied automatically. Schneizer gripped and pulled back on his collar until he choked and coughed, feeling some of Lelouch's distress as his body stiffened and his asshole tightened reflexively around his shaft, but still he remained mutely obedient. For the last week or so Schneizer had come up blank with any new or more intense things to inflict upon Lelouch, and some of the old standbys were getting far less than the desired reactions.

"We should think of a new and exciting game to play" Schneizer paused, enjoying the sensation of being buried to the base inside Lelouch's warmth. "And a fun forfeit for failure."

"Yes, Master" Lelouch breathed into the sheets beneath his cheek. Still not much of a rise. It was as though he was really starting to lose interest in what was happening to him. Schneizer grinned and pushed harder against him as his twisted imagination suddenly graced him with another idea, and with another couple of thrusts he came.

***

Suzaku completed his last five sit-ups, stretched, and wandered into his bathroom. A full daily routine, as much as he could have in his confinement, was the key to not going completely stir-crazy. He turned the shower on and stepped into the hot spray.

It didn’t stop his mind still straying to what Schneizer had done to him… and told him about Lelouch... earlier in the week. Both of them lied, hurt and betrayed him and he was disinclined to believe anything of what either of them said. And yet his battered heart felt torn between reason and feeling still. He closed his eyes, tilted his head upwards, the water pattering on his face and closed eyelids, soaking through and weighing down the springy curls of his hair, and hugged himself tightly, willing his thoughts to drift to nothingness.

His briefest of respites was interrupted by the sound of guards letting themselves into his room.

***


Shivering miserably in the chill air, Suzaku started as the door clicked open admitting the not unexpected duo of Schneizer striding purposefully into the room followed closely by the dejected figure of Lelouch being dragged along by a leash attached to his collar.

“Ah good, you’re already here” Schneizer intoned as he approached the cage in which Suzaku crouched apprehensively. “No need to look so tense, today’s activity dosen’t involve your participation, you get to just watch. Unless Lelouch screws up of course.” At that remark it was Lelouch’s turn to look uncomfortable.

“Yeah well, whatever it is just get it over and done with quickly” he snarled from behind the steel bars.

Schneizer smirked and turned away with Lelouch still in tow.

“Get up” Schneizer commanded, yanking Lelouch’s collar roughly upwards as he struggled to boost himself onto the stretcher table with his hands cuffed behind his back. He wobbled a little unsteadily on his knees atop the table until Schneizer pushed him firmly down with a hand between his shoulders, so that he tipped over onto his chest without his hands free to stop himself.

“I realize this is the second occasion today you’ve gone thorough this, but this time there will be a slight difference”. Suzaku watched with horror as Schneizer filled the hanging bag beside him with most of a bottle of red wine and adjusted the tube snaking down from it, which was slowly filling with the crimson liquid. Lelouch shuddered as Schneizer stroked his back and rear lovingly, before hooking his fingers firmly through Lelouch’s collar.

“Good boy…” he whispered as he slid the nozzle of the tube though Lelouch’s quivering anus and eased the pressure clamp, allowing the liquid to flow freely. Lelouch gave an odd shriek and pitched forward in an instinctive avoidance move, but Schneizer tightened his grip while Lelouch twisted in his restraints.

“No… please don’t...” he sobbed, his cheeks glistening almost instantly. The wine was cold from being sat in the cell and the icy shock stung like nothing he had ever felt before, and as the seconds ticked by it seemed to spread and intensify. Whereas at first he had wanted to get away he now just wanted to give in to his quaking limbs and collapse. Suzaku watched helplessly, his fingers gripping the bars tightly enough to turn his knuckles white. As the last of the liquid drained from the funnel bag Lelouch swooned and Schneizer had to grab him to stop him from toppling off of the table. Supporting the limp body over one arm, he deftly slid the tube from Lelouch’s innards and slipped in a smallish plug to replace it.

“Lelouch…” Suzaku cried in a small voice as Schneizer carried the dark haired prince to where he had lowered the hanging bar right down to ease buckling his wrists into it, then winched it to the usual height where Lelouch’s feet only just touched the stone floor beneath. Lelouch’s violet eyes flickered open, brought back to consciousness by the pain of his bodyweight pulling on his delicate wrists. Without the strength to even raise his head he could only gaze down past his slightly distended stomach, feeling his insides seem to writhe with liquid and cramping pain.

“Master…” He tried in an unusually pathetic whimper as Schneizer placed a wide, shallow container beneath him. Schneizer ran his fingers over Lelouch’s abdomen and up his chest as he rose back to his full height, lifting Lelouch’s chin and looking him directly in his wide-eyed, stricken face.

“Hush now…” he said in a cloying, saccharine tone with an equally nauseating smirk, stroking Lelouch’s clammy cheek. “I won’t be gone long…”

“Going... GOING WHERE?” Suzaku’s voice quickly rose from an incredulous whisper to an outright cry of fury. “You can’t leave him like that!!”

“Why not, it’s only an enjoyable little exercise in endurance, nothing harmful..”

“Nothing harmful?? That was... wine wasn’t it? How is something like that safe?”

“Well, it’s only for fun anyway” Schneizer shrugged off Suzaku’s concern. “Lelouch doesn’t have to hold it in if he doesn’t want to. However he should be aware that there will be a forfeit if he can’t.” Lelouch twisted his wrists in the cuffs. “But don’t worry Lelouch, I won’t eke out the punishment on you… it’ll be for your little friend over there. That’s all I’m going to divulge for now though, business calls…”

“Don’t you dare leave!” Suzaku snarled at him, pressing himself against the bars, but in an elaborate swish of purple coat tails, Schneizer was gone.

“Lelouch… LELOUCH!” Suzaku shouted at the pale figure hanging limply mere feet away from him. “Lelouch, answer me, damn you!”

Lelouch drifted again, a heavy numbness beginning to spread outwards from deep inside, outwards through his limbs, to the very tips of his fingers and toes. And with it, a growing dimness in his head, a feeling like having to grope through a thick, swamp-like mist to catch hold of this thoughts. At the center of it all though he still felt the dull twisting ache in his stomach, and some loud, insistent sound outside of that... repeating something... repeating…

“LELOUCH!!”

Lelouch’s eyes flickered open once more and he raised his head blearily, looking for the source of the sound. Suzaku called out again, his voice cracking with the strain of shouting again and again. Mercifully those dim violet eyes finally locked in on him.

“Lelouch… Lelouch stay with me! Say something!”

“Suzaku..” he whispered.

“Louder Lelouch, you have to focus! Listen to me Lelouch!” Suzaku cried at him desperately, pressing against the cold steel walls of his prison.

“Suzaku..”

This is too dangerous, Suzaku panicked. Schneizer didn’t know Lelouch like he did, his physical delicacy, his utter inability to handle alcohol… and he was becoming intoxicated in such an intense and dangerous way. How much time had passed already… how long was Schneizer planning to stay away for!

“Lelouch, you have to let it out, you could be in serious trouble if you keep this up much longer!”

“Can’t...” Lelouch mumbled, his eyelids drooping again, his cheeks flushed. A long tremor ran through his body. “Punish.. punishment... Su…zaku…”

“Idiot, that doesn’t matter! You have to help yourself! Lelouch!!” He bellowed again as Lelouch’s head began to drop haltingly down to his chest, in danger of losing consciousness once more.

“No...” he whispered quietly, but started in fright as Suzaku slammed his fists against the cage door creating a crashing rattle which reverberated around the room.

“Lelouch, if I could get over there and wring your neck I fucking would” Suzaku spat “Nothing Schneizer could do to me is worse than seeing you like this. You can feel what this is doing to you… do as I say!”

A wave of intense nausea coursed through Lelouch. Suzaku was probably right, he felt as though the liquid swirling in his guts was slowly but surely poisoning him. And the part of him that had totally given up on his ever being released from his evil brother’s tyranny, the part that grew stronger in its conviction with each passing day of this hellish existence, urged him now gently to just block it all out, drift away in the hope that he might never wake again. His heart beat was slow and steady in his ears, his vision swam… it all wanted to lure him to sleep.

Tears ran from Suzaku’s brimming eyes as though he could sense all of this. “Lelouch, don’t you dare!” he howled. “Don’t you dare give up! I forbid you to leave me! I forbid you to leave Nanali!”

Through all the other words melting together into one long monotonous drone, that name rang like a glass bell, cutting through the fog encircling Lelouch’s brain. He reached for it, held it, and forced his dry lips to repeat it.

“Nanali…”

“You have to save Nanali” Suzaku encouraged him. “Nothing else matters, I don’t matter. You have to hang on for her sake!”

Lelouch tried to raise his body a little on his wrists, and screamed in agony as the movement sent a crippling cramp through his abdomen. But the scream and the pain wrenched him back towards consciousness, agonizing as it was. Cold sweat ran down the sides of his face, dampening his hair.

“Lelouch. Let it out now. Do it”

Lelouch closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and pushed, feeling for the resistance of the plug that Schneizer has put inside him to stop the searing liquid inside escaping sooner. That action alone sent another wracking spasm through his innards, and he stopped short in his endeavor, panting loudly and hoarsely, his head throbbing. His mouth and throat were so dry, every breath hurt.

“Keep going” Suzaku encouraged even though he could see how much it was hurting him.

Clamping his teeth down on his bottom lip, he tried again and once more was wracked by that pain deep inside, like curling, thorn-covered tendrils encircling his intestines and squeezing relentlessly. Blood finally ran down his chin as he bit through his lip, and he shrieked in absolute agony as the plug shifted, and finally slid free, followed by a torrential gush of wine splashing down between his legs. Suzaku’s heart seemed to stand still as he was struck by how vividly it looked like blood and that he was witnessing Lelouch dying right before his very eyes, and he cried out to him. Lelouch twisted as he hung, still very much in pain as the liquid continued to run free, but quickly slowing to a trickle that ran in small, ticklish streams down the insides of his legs. Suzaku fairly collapsed forwards onto the bars in his relief. Lelouch coughed weakly, bile rising in his throat with the nausea and dizziness, but he choked it back, his eyes screwed shut as Suzaku continued to call to him softly, reassuringly.

***


Schneizer stood tutting at the carnage with his arms folded disapprovingly. Suzaku bristled like a wild animal in the cage while Lelouch kept his eyes guiltily averted from them both. Suzaku willed him to look Schneizer defiantly in the eye but doubted that he would, given how he had almost allowed himself to be seriously injured earlier. It would be down to him to make a stand.

“Show me this punishment” Suzaku growled darkly. Schneizer’s eyes shone with amusement. Carefully picking up the tray so as not to spill what it had caught, he stepped slowly and purposefully to the cage, relishing the glare he knew was fixed on him as he poured it into the plain plastic dog bowl sat nearby. Suzaku didn’t so much as blink as it was slid toward him through the serving gap under his prison door. Schneizer retrieved the bottle and poured what remained of it into a beautiful crystal glass.

“Good health” he intoned politely, clinking the glass against the bars. He sipped delicately, but watched intently, as Suzaku bowed to the steel floor and drank awkwardly from the bowl.

“Finish it all up like a good boy, and I’ll arrange a little treat for you.” Suzaku didn’t look up, slow down, give any indication that he was listening as he persevered. As Schneizer drained the last drops from his glass, Suzaku had fairly polished the dish with his tongue. He sat back, his expression unchanged in the slightest, glowering so defiantly that Schneizer felt deliciously unnerved. He reached through the bars and ruffled Suzaku’s hair, feeling his charged anger like a field of electricity surrounding him.

He retreated to where Lelouch hung and took down his weak body into his arms, gathering him in against his broad chest despite the wine still streaking Lelouch’s body in places and now dampening his expensive white suit.

“Tired little prince needs his rest now” he cooed gently. “And I’ll arrange your treat”.

A smile broadened his face as he exited, pulling the door closed gently and cutting short Suzaku’s enraged howl.