Vaecordia

Weeks went by. Lelouch knew nothing of the world outside the room. He grew used to sleeping on the floor by the wall. To the long stretches of time when his jailer was not in the room. To the times when they were skin to skin and their labored breathing was all he could hear.

He only could see when Suzaku removed the wrappings. Lelouch saw it for what it was. A vain attempt at denying the power of his Geass.

It had gotten to the point when he could feel Suzaku’s eyes on him, watching him in silence. Like now.

“What are you thinking about?” Tired of the silence and this game where he did not know the rules or even where to begin, Lelouch tried to goad Suzaku into speaking. “Something important?”

“Maybe I’m thinking about how you’ll escape.”

“How am I going to escape like this?” He tried to lift his arms, weighed down by the thick manacles.

He hear footsteps as Suzaku came closer and then the rough tug of a hand ripping away the bandages around his head.

“That power, that Geass--it’s evolving so that you can break free!” Suzaku seemed to be easily provoked of late. And he tended to go on about the mark on his back and about Lelouch escaping. “But I won’t let you escape! I swear it!”


“This Geass won’t stop evolving inside me, Suzaku,” Lelouch said wearily. “If you want to destroy this power, you’ll have to kill me.”

This life without purpose, this existence without end was meaningless.

Suzaku did not take that suggestion well at all.

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“If you want to destroy this power, you’ll have to kill me.”

“Shut up! I’ll decide whether you live or die!”

“So you should remember this . . . In this world now only you can kill me.”

Those words rang in his mind even as he unfastened the chains and slung Lelouch unceremoniously on the bed.

Buttons popped off as Suzaku tore open the front of Lelouch’s shirt. The chime of metal links against the heavy shackles accompanied his erratic moans as Suzaku teased his nipples and shoved a knee between his thighs.

“I won’t decide if you’ll live or die right now. I won’t . . .” he muttered, bending to apply his tongue to the pert little buds.

“Don’t you hate me?” Lelouch asked, desperately screwing his eyes shut as Suzaku’s warm breath tickled the skin of his collarbone. “Euphemia . . . If you hate me for that, then why don’t you kill me?”

How dare he? How dare he mention her?

“You don’t have a right to say her name!” Suzaku knew he was shouting, but he could not bring himself to care. He jerked the chain attached to the steel collar, causing Lelouch to gasp in pain.

“You cling to life still and keep asking me to kill you? Why should I believe anything you say?” He was yelling into Lelouch’s face at that moment, overcome by the force of his rage and some darker emotion he could not identify.

“What are you trying to do?” Suzaku demanded, finally letting go of the chain. He had not meant to be so rough . . .

Getting over his outburst, Suzaku wondered if Lelouch had been trying to provoke him into wringing his neck on the spot. He abruptly seized a handful of Lelouch’s hair, pulling him up into a sitting position. “It’ll be necessary to kill you eventually . . . but I will not look forward to it. That’s all.”

He forcefully turned Lelouch over, pushing him facedown down between his legs. Undoing his trousers, Suzaku guided Lelouch’s head forward firmly. He made Lelouch take his cock in, regardless of the helpless gagging noises that issued from his throat.

Slipping his fingers between the rounded swell of Lelouch’s buttocks, he ordered him to use his tongue, enjoying the moist warmth around his cock.

After all, he was only doing what he wanted to do.

Lelouch made a choked noise as his fingers wormed their way inside him. Suzaku could not help but feel a jolt of arousal as he pulled out, spraying a string of milky ejaculate on Lelouch’s face.

That was enough of playing around. He grabbed Lelouch’s ankle, forcing him on his back and pushing his thighs apart despite his protests.

He was only claiming what was rightfully his, he thought as he pinned the prince’s manacled wrists above his head.

Suzaku pushed his engorged member into his captive, still taking care not to cause him injury. No, it would be too easy to damage this frail body under his hands . . .

Inch by inch, he slide forwards into that tight channel, his desire fueled by the soft noises Lelouch was making. Seizing the prince’s erection, Suzaku stroked him until he was hard and moaning before giving in to lust. Thrusting into Lelouch, he let his body set the pace.

He wanted this. He always had.

He could tell that the youth was close . . . Suzaku ran his fingertip along the underside of Lelouch’s cock, rubbing at the weeping slit of its engorged head--

Lelouch cried out, bucking under him as he came. In the throes of his own orgasm, Suzaku pushed forwards, spilling his seed deep inside his prince.

I hate you. I want to kill you. But not now.

Pushing himself up on unsteady arms, Suzaku surveyed his handiwork. Lelouch lay under him, flushed and sweaty after his own climax, couched on softly glowing iridescent wings. His tear-stained face was flushed red and pink with exertion, yet Suzaku was still moved to claim his mouth, taking what was his again.

Mine. Your life is still mine.

He took care to replace the chains after bathing and cleaning his prince, watchful as always.

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In the darkness behind the blindfold, Lelouch had lost count of the days, weeks and month. His world had shrunken to encompass the four walls of this room.

It had all come down to this. His sole desire to find his mother’s murderer and make a new world for his sister had come down to this. The end of ambition. Locked away with his former best friend as his jailer. Betrayer, lover--something else that Lelouch could not define. But he did not like it--this change that he was seeing.

His jailer was becoming more and more paranoid by the day.

The chains were weighing him down. Suzaku seemed to be worried that he would escape. So much so that he had replaced the shackles with even heavier ones. Lelouch, not the most physically-able even when he was not chained to a wall, could barely even move to stand up.

The absurdity of it all was lost on Suzaku, who was always careful to check his chains just before he left the room every time. Because he was afraid that the power of the Geass would allow him to escape.

The wings that only Suzaku could see . . . He said they were beautiful.

Suzaku . . . what is happening to you?

They were very beautiful, but they could not be allowed to grow any larger. Those words chilled Lelouch to the bone every time.

Why am I still alive?

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