Happiness In Slavery

CODE 3


Suzaku swallowed thickly, doing his very best to block Schneizer's presence from the edge of his vision as, naked, he approached the vast bed on which Lelouch lay helplessly on his side, still restrained and watching him with one wide, terrified eye. Suzaku's stuttered objections had been met with a simple ultimatum – he could refuse if he so wanted... but Lelouch would be punished for the refusal, and the same deal would be offered again the following night, and so on, until something broke.. either Suzaku's will or Lelouch's body.

“Suzaku...don't..” Lelouch spoke for the first time, barely more than a whisper.”You don't have to do this. I'll take the punishment. I deserve it. Go...”

“I hate you so much” Suzaku managed to choke out, his eyes already brimming with tears as he mounted the bed and lent over Lelouch to press his lips hard against the prince's.

He was almost distressed to feel his cock stiffening as they kissed. When he put aside everything that twisted mind had concocted and perpetrated, Lelouch was still physically intoxicating, an effortless, elegant beauty so different from himself with his broad, strong, essentially practical frame. Lelouch's paleness in contrast to Suzaku's tanned skin, his hair as straight and silky as Suzaku's was wildly curled and unmanageable. Polar opposites of each other in so many ways, and yet, together they had felt so complete. Suzaku reached for Lelouch's cock. It was as hard and hot as his own.

Lelouch lay awkwardly with his arms still strapped behind his back as Suzaku buried his face between Lelouch's trembling legs, licking a wet trail up the length of his erection and taking it into his mouth, massaging as intently with his tongue as he had done when Lelouch had been strapped to the frame in the holding cell. But this time Lelouch shivered as Suzaku pressed two saliva whetted fingers against his asshole knowing that Suzaku could, and probably intended to, go all the way this time. And Schneizer would expect a good show.

The somewhat forgotten Second prince lightly grazed his fingertips across his own crotch as he watched in silence. Lelouch's sharp cry echoed out around the room as Suzaku's fingers pressed their way past the tight ring of muscle and twisted inside of him, just a little too fast, too hard, making his legs feel weak. His cock throbbed.

But he almost wanted Suzaku to hurt him for all that he had done to hurt his dearest friend. He had lost himself in the game, the power of Geass so intoxicating that he had felt invincible, leading him to do things he would never seen have coming in his wildest dreams or most lurid nightmares. It was like being possessed, and even in his more lucid moments of contemplation the pull towards his delusional dream of Godhood was too great to resist He had made friends and family alike suffer. Almost before he knew it, like the ill-fated Macbeth of his own story, he was too far steeped in blood to turn back.

He shivered as the warmth of Suzaku's mouth left him, then his eyes flew open in surprise as Suzaku grabbed him, one hand hooked through the collar, the other clutching his arm bindings as he was pushed roughly over onto his front. Unable to support his upper body in any way, Lelouch turned his face to the side awkwardly to avoid suffocating in the bedsheets as Suzaku lifted his hips upwards a little, bringing him to support himself on his knees a little as his legs were spread. He handled him roughly, though not enough to cause any real damage, even so, it was out-of -character enough of Suzaku to wind thin tendrils of fear through Lelouch's body. Suzaku could always have overpowered Lelouch if he ever had to, but he knew his strength and had never had reason to use it against Lelouch, he had always been so gentle. Lelouch coughed as Suzaku tightened his pull on the collar, his other hand guiding his cock to press against Lelouch's ass.

Lelouch screamed until his lungs were drained of air as Suzaku forced his way inside, hard and fast. Suzaku had held Lelouch close before, whispered soothingly into his ear as he had entered him slowly, carefully, listening intently on Lelouch's every moan of consent or hiss of pain, sliding inch by inch through ample amounts of lubricating gel. They had often made love facing each other, embracing as though nothing could ever tear them apart, gazing into each other's hazy, lust-filled eyes as they shared their intense pleasure together.

Suzaku's gaze remained coldly set. Penetrating Lelouch dry had almost been painful enough for himself, but Lelouch's agonized scream was proof enough that his experience was not the worst by a long shot. It seemed to echo though his soul long after the actual sound had died away, creating simultaneous, intense sensations of sickness and arousal. He yanked cruelly on the leather collar as he withdrew and thrust in again. Lelouch cried out. A slow crimson line ran down the inside of one pale thigh.

Across from the bed Schneizer massaged his now obvious erection while Suzaku sped up his thrusts, fucking Lelouch harder just so that he could come and get the whole twisted thing over with. Beneath him Lelouch made shallow, breathless cries the like of which Suzaku had never heard before. He grasped for Lelouch's cock, but he was not hard now. He was obviously in genuine pain. Technically they had both been forced into this situation, a sick parody of their paradise lost, an act of rape masquerading as one of love, but Suzaku still felt as though there was only one true victim. He closed his eyes tight and tried to empty his mind as his climax drew nearer. With an agonized gasp, he pressed deeply into Lelouch and let himself go, the spasms wracking his whole body in long protracted shudders as he came deep inside Lelouch's warm, wet entrails. He collapsed forward, feeling both mentally and physically exhausted. His cock softened and he withdrew carefully, guiltily from Lelouch, knowing that at this point it was pretty much an empty gesture of consideration, and beginning to wish that he could just disappear right now. He flinched at Schneizer's voice close beside him.

“Good work, Kururugi-kun”.

Schneizer pushed Lelouch over onto his back hard and held his trembling legs apart to allow Suzaku to view his handiwork. Blood shot through with pearlescent strands of semen streaked his ass and upper thighs, his flushed cheeks wet with tears, dark hair disheveled. The one eye that told of fear, pain and humiliation. Suzaku felt numb.

“I think that may well have warmed him up nicely enough for it to be my turn now..” Schneizer released the last of the fastenings of his coat and laid it on a dresser before loosening the cravat at his neck. Lelouch, lacking even the strength to protest verbally, merely whimpered at the implication. Suzaku raised his eyes to look at Schneizer incredulously.

“You can't! I... I think I've really hurt him...” despite himself, Suzaku felt tears welling up again. More misplaced pity for the Lelouch he knew before. “Wasn't that enough for you?”

“The problem is that I'm somewhat excited now” his tone mocked someone thinking over a dilemma with great care. “I've not had to share him before, had I realized that I would be denying myself I might not have been so willing to allow you to have him.”

“Bullshit!” Suzaku spat angrily.

Schneizer looked at him seriously. “I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement that will suit everyone... so you don't think I should fuck Lelouch now. So who am I supposed to go to instead?”

“No.. Suzaku..” Lelouch whispered.

Ignoring Lelouch's strained cry of protest, Suzaku drew himself up tall and, with a forced tone of pride and confidence than he felt none of in the slightest, answered the Prince's command.

“Me.”