Happiness In Slavery

CODE 7


Suzaku leant over Lelouch, protectively putting himself between Schneizer and Lelouch's helpless body as they approached, for all the good it would do. When the trio were barely a few feet away Schneizer stopped, and the guards closed in and pulled Suzaku off of and away from the bed.

“Suzaku..!” Lelouch called after him in distress.

Suzaku was held upright, struggling as Schneizer approached him. His nakedness only made him feel more vulnerable as the Second Prince regraded him coldly.

“Congratulations, for putting on such a good show” he said he a low sinister tone. Suzaku ground his teeth and glared furiously at him. “Return Officer Kururugi to his quarters, where until further notice he is under house arrest for insubordination.”

“You bastard! You fucking bast--” Suzaku's enraged outburst was cut off by a hand clamped over his mouth. He was swiftly handcuffed and his shirt tied around his waist to cover him as he was dragged, kicking and struggling, from the room.


Alone, Schneizer approached the bed slowly, keeping his eyes averted from Lelouch's face until he had retrieved the eye patch from the floor and re-secured it, although seemingly not over-concerned that he was in any real danger from the Geass in Lelouch's current state. Lelouch shrank back from his touch.

“And I thought Kururugi-kun would have been more appreciative of the gift I took time and effort to prepare”. He ran his fingers lightly over Lelouch's chest, tracing down over his groin, ever so lightly brushing his cock and the insides of Lelouch's wet thighs, enjoying watching him squirm and moan softly.

“Still this sensitive... either you have no tolerance for stimulants or you're simply an insufferable little slut” he taunted. He shrugged off his coat and laid it over the nearest chair before producing a small key from his pocket and unlocking the cuffs from Lelouch's wrists, and the one from his left ankle. Grabbing a fistful of Lelouch's hair he yanked him upright and held him as he swayed dizzily, while his other hand quickly unfastened the front of his trousers. He was already mostly hard as he freed his cock and pushed it at Lelouch's stricken face.

“Don't disappoint me”

His dark, threatening tone left little incentive to object. Lelouch gagged a little as Schneizer forced his cock past Lelouch's open but reluctant lips. Still woozy and continually pulled off balance by Schneizer's painful grip on his hair, Lelouch held desperately onto Schneizer's thighs, gripping the crisp white fabric of his suit pants. He sucked noisily with little co-ordination of his tongue or overall movement, dizzy and preoccupied as he was with his battle to at least stay upright on his knees. Schneizer watched him disdainfully for a few minutes, and then slid the fingers of his free hand through Lelouch's hair as well, tightening his grip. Anchored helplessly so, Lelouch moaned in feeble protest as Schneizer guided his head back and forth over his swollen flesh.

He held Lelouch firmly with his rigid penis deep in the younger brother's mouth as he came hard. Lelouch gagged instantly as the hot, white fluid gushed at the back of his throat and he pushed against Schneizer with all the strength he could muster, and having about the same success as an ant trying to push a bolder.

“Swallow it.” Schneizer whispered, as a thin trickle of choked up bile and semen slid down from the corner of Lelouch's mouth. Lelouch screwed his wet eyes shut, his throat working convulsively as he tried to obey the order. His stomach clenched but somehow, miraculously, the very fear of what Schneizer would do to him if he threw up somehow prevented him from doing just that.

Schneizer did not release him until he was sure that Lelouch had ingested every last drop. Simply loosening his grip in Lelouch's hair was all it took to make the younger prince sway away from Schneizer's groin, his cock slipping from Lelouch's lips but remaining connected by a couple of thin strands of saliva, bile and come... until he collapsed, like a puppet with its strings suddenly slashed, back onto the bed. Curling into a ball on his side, he panted loudly through his nose, his teeth clamped firmly down on his bottom lip as he fought still against the need to vomit, to rid himself of that vile essence curdling in the pit of his stomach.

Schneizer watched with an expression of deep amusement for a minute or two more, and then pressed the intercom call button on his desk.


Seething, Suzaku paced back and forth across his room, still handcuffed, still with only his knotted shirt around his waist covering his nudity. Even though he heard the key turn in the lock from the outside, he had still yanked on the handle and shouted and beat against the wood with his fists immediately after he had been pushed unceremoniously into his own familiar quarters. To no avail. And he was far too livid to be be still.

An hour, then two hours passed. Suzaku's pacing slowed, and eventually he sat down heavily on his bed and dropped his head.

That was so fucked up. Why is he even doing this. It's too much...

Suzaku only looked up when the door opened and the two guards entered, but when Schneizer appeared behind them he was on his feet in an instant. The guards caught him and held him back as he lunged at Schneizer angrily.

“As much as I could fucking kill you right now” he spat “I want some fucking answers.”

Schneizer regarded him placidly, not at all affected by his bristling display of aggression.

“And I will grant you answers, only if you are willing to settle down and listen calmly.”

Suzaku glared at him angrily a few moments longer, then backed off as the guards relaxed their grip on him, returning to sit on the bed and rest his cuffed arms on his knees, his hands still clenched into tight fists in his agitation. However, Schneizer seemed unconcerned as he swiftly dismissed the guards.

Schneizer pulled the chair from Suzaku's desk and positioned it facing the bed, seating himself to address Suzaku.

“Cut to the chase... What's really going on here..?”

“He is withholding information” Schneizer said with a tone of complete certainty.

“Lelouch really deserves to rot in a hole forever, or worse, for what he's done, surely you would agree with that Kururugi-kun.” he continued. “But that overlooks two vital factors in favor of preserving his life at present, the lesser of the two being that his Geass is a powerful one and could be of use to us... and the more pressing one being his connection to the girl known as Codename CC.”

“Codename CC?”

“The female subject under Brittanian control who was identified to be a major threat to national security. An unexpected move by Eleven rebels resulted in her escaping during what should have been a simple undercover transportation. There is no way the rebels would have known that the chemical gas transport truck they hijacked was the cover for moving a dangerous subject. To them the chemical gas was a weapon worthy of stealing, but if they had known what they really had, it would have made a bad situation so much worse. This should sound familiar Kururugi-kun, since you were there.”

“Chemical gas... when I saw Lelouch... the green-haired girl... that was Codename CC?”

“Caught up in that situation, Lelouch would most likely have been killed by the Military deployment moving through that area under Third Prince Clovis's orders, which were to take out all suspected terrorists, rebels and witnesses to the hijack. It was a heavy handed solution, and I know there were many innocents among the casualties, but that evidences how vital it was to protect CC from discovery. There was radio contact from the unit that apprehended her, but when re-enforcements came, she had already gone, as had Lelouch, although they didn't leave together. The whole unit had been killed apart from yourself, who had merely been winded and knocked unconscious. We initially thought that as the only survivor at the scene you had had some part in it, but the autopsy reports showed that, somehow, all the fatal wounds in the unit were self inflicted. At that time the incident was put down entirely to CC, although we know now that Lelouch did it after CC granted the power of Geass at that time. He fled the scene thinking her dead, but she tracked him down later and they became accomplices. They are as guilty as each other in this, and she must be brought to justice and contained, for the safety of everyone.”

Suzaku sat in silence, taking in the information.

“What is she... to be able to give such... horrible, corrupting powers”. Something felt like it was falling into place... she had made Lelouch like this. Suzaku knew Lelouch, thought he knew Lelouch, and even at the very end, when everything undeniably pointed to Zero's true identity, he still couldn't believe that the perpetrator of the rebellion and all the hideous events and massacres that it spawned was his Lelouch, kind, gentle, sensitive, loyal, loving... It wasn't until he was stood with his gun levelled at Zero, finally unmasked, that he was forced to finally believe. Believe that they had all been so horribly betrayed.

“Who knows...” Schneizer said thoughtfully. They sat in silent contemplation before Suzaku spoke again.

“Do you have a plan for capturing her?”

“Once it has been confirmed for definite that Lelouch is not hiding any other information from us, we will execute a plan that is still currently in development. Several accounts taken from captured Black Knights confirm that during the rebellion CC was never far from Zero's... Lelouch's... side. And some have reason to believe that they were more than just comrades.”

Suzaku's fists tightened involuntarily as something like jealousy erupted suddenly inside him.

“There is a chance that if we can't get Lelouch to reveal her whereabouts, there may be a way we can use him as bait to lure her out and allow us to recapture her. But as yet this is still highly sensitive information and I cannot tell you any more at present. The Emperor himself may well have the final say as to whether that plan will be allowed to go ahead.”

“I suppose that takes care of the politics of the situation, in the bigger picture” Suzaku said eventually, in a careful tone. But then he raised his contemplative stare at the floor to look at Schneizer directly with clear, serious green eyes. “But nothing to explain your personal conduct in relation to Lelouch's imprisonment. I know that in extreme circumstances allowance might be passed for physical and psychological interrogation techniques.. the less nasty sounding name for outright torture.” His tone grew sarcastic. “But such techniques are not usually supposed to be so... gratifying.. to the interrogator are they? Or have I misunderstood something somewhere along the line...”

Schneizer gave the sly grin of the snake that had cornered the mouse.

“My techniques and reasons are entirely my own business. And you would do well to not kick up a fuss either... unless you desperately want a share of it yourself. Family business will stay exactly that, it is of concern to no-one else.”

“Yes, I suppose I would agree that it's been very much family business.” Suzaku took up in Schneizer's pedantic tone. “And from what I've seen, it's despicable, and sick, and wrong, even if you don't share the same mother. And that's probably still only the tip of the iceberg.”

“Ah I see, I suppose there is always the risk that Lelouch might fall pregnant with our incestuous and probably retarded offspring and then I might have to explain the whole sorry mess... but I'll have to throw up my hands and take responsibility in that case...”

“This isn't a fucking joke” Suzaku growled heatedly.

“You forget your position, Kururugi-kun, and also mine as Second Prince. I'll forgive this inexplicable lapse of memory on this one occasion, but I might not be quite so understanding if it happens again. You will remain under house arrest until I say otherwise - heed my orders, and most importantly, keep your mouth shut.” With that he stood to leave, signalling the end of the discussion.

“I don't understand what kind of pleasure you get from this” Suzaku said with strained resignation.

Schneizer couldn't resist a wry laugh.

“If you held my position, I'm sure you would find the occasional way of using it to appease your own darker desires.”