Trust

Trust
A Code Geass fan fiction story
Written by Archangel
Edited by Comixgal

Chapter 8 – Come Sail Away

{Author’s Note: This chapter begins in the immediate wake of episode 2.08 (pun intended). It is dedicated to Xagzan.

The music suggestion is “The Dark Night of the Soul” by Loreena McKennitt. Technically a departure from the semi-classical theme I’ve tried to keep with for this story, but I still think the song fits well. The poem was originally penned by St. John of the Cross, if you’re interested. It’s an exquisite depiction of love in all its forms, and Ms. McKennitt’s sung version is indescribably moving.

Or, if you prefer a humorous choice, feel free to substitute “Need You Now” by Eyeshine. ^^ (Note: If you instantly understood the joke, you are a true anime fanboy/girl and deserve a big, yummy chocolate-chip cookie.)

Further notes at the end. Enjoy, and please provide feedback! RATE and/or REVIEW, please!}

Holy cat on a temple roof, Kallen reflected as she removed her mask and shook out her hair. That was amazing. She stepped to the rail of the observation deck, watching the last of the million Zeroes board this giant iceberg-ship-thing. I can’t believe he pulled this off. I can’t believe the Brits are actually letting us go. What a man!

With her Zero costume no longer needed, Kallen stripped it off, leaving her in a semiformal civilian dress. I wish I’d been able to find one that’s a little longer, she thought ruefully. Still, fugitives from the law can’t be choosy.

There was a small commotion behind her. “Kallen? Kallen!” called a familiar voice.

The captain of Zero Squad spun around. “No way,” she said aloud, even as she and the newly arrived woman threw themselves at each other. “Mom! Is it really you?”

Kallen’s mother wrapped her daughter in a tight hug, tears streaming down her face. “Oh, my darling Kallen… I’ve missed you so much!” The two women were hugging so hard they could barely breathe, but neither cared. Kallen’s mom had been arrested for possession of Refrain about eighteen months prior. After being treated for the drug’s after-effects, she’d been summarily thrown in prison by the Britannian government. Kallen had visited as often as she could at first, but after the Black Rebellion that hadn’t been possible. They hadn’t seen each other in nearly a year.

When the two finally disengaged, Kallen saw that her mother was wearing a hospital gown. “How did you get here? Are you okay?”

“I’ve never been better, sweetheart. I was… hurt, last night. The nurse in the prison infirmary gave me a shot to help me sleep, and when I woke up I was here on this amazing ship. Is it true that you’re one of Zero’s top people? That we’re all leaving Area 11?”

Kallen gave a watery smile. “I lead the Zero Squad, his personal guard of sorts. I guess that makes me kinda important. And yeah, we’re all leaving.” She decided not to tell her mother that Zero was also her boyfriend—or something close to it. Not right now, anyway.

“Oh, my baby… I’m so proud of you! You’ve become so strong, so beautiful…” Ms. Kozuki talked on as parents do, hugging Kallen once again. As Kallen looked over her mother’s shoulder, she saw Zero—the *real* Zero—standing with his arms folded beneath his cloak, watching them. He gave no physical reaction, but Kallen would have bet anything that he was smiling beneath that mask. Thank you for this, my love, the young knight thought as loudly as she could, giving her boyfriend a beaming smile. Thank you for saving her. You’re so wonderful!

After a minute or so, Zero turned and vanished inside the ship.

*****

I’ll try his quarters one last time. Everyone’s seen him around, but nobody knows where he *is*! He isn’t answering his phone, either. Do we even have reception out here? Grrr, why does Zero have to be so elusive? Kallen stepped up to the door and banged on it loudly. No response. She knocked even louder. Still nothing. With a growl of frustration, Kallen slammed her open hand against the frame.

The hatch slid open with a quiet hiss. Oh, Kallen realized, that’s a palm-reader there. But… I have access? The hell?

Kallen stepped inside with some trepidation. This room was rather larger than was usual for Zero’s quarters, which made sense on this vast ship, Kallen supposed. Somebody had decided to give Zero a king-sized bed, which actually ate up much of the floor space. There was also the customary work desk and a small wardrobe.

The crossed Japanese and Black Knights flags mounted on the wall made Kallen smile, and a small painting of—of a penguin with a six-shooter facing down the Grim Reaper???—made her laugh. However, despite being granted access by the system, Kallen still felt like an intruder here. Normally Kallen had no qualms about trespassing in pursuit of her goals, but no matter how much she loved him, Zero—Lelouch—remained a somewhat intimidating figure. The thought of him finding her here without permission made Kallen’s stomach twist.

Zero’s desk had the inevitable computer terminal sitting upon it, as well as a perfectly arranged chessboard. That’s one game I know better than to play with him, Kallen thought with a grin. It’s too bad the Brits haven’t learned that yet. Might save a few thousand lives. Or perhaps a few million.

It was the triple picture frame resting next to the computer that drew Kallen’s eye the most. She picked it up and studied the photographs. On the left was Princess Euphemia, the very image of kindness and beauty, beaming at the camera. Poor thing, Kallen reflected now that she knew the truth about “Princess Massacre’s” demise. To the right was a shot of Lelouch’s little sister Nunnally, wearing the special smile that she saved for her brother. She was holding up an origami crane with obvious pride. I wish I’d had the chance to know her better back at school, Kallen mused. She’s always struck me as a good soul.

The central picture was… herself! Kallen’s mouth fell open a bit as she stared at it. It was a candid shot, evidently taken during one of their training sessions at the Osaka facility, shortly before the Black Rebellion. In it, Kallen was wearing only a black sports bra and shorts, her hands and feet wrapped for sparring. She was leaning down to offer someone a hand off the floor, but the photo didn’t show who. Her face was flushed with exertion, her hair tousled, and her shining eyes and leonine grin bespoke the thrill of victory. Somehow Kallen only ever seen pictures of herself as a kid, or else playing her role as the good little Britannian schoolgirl. So this is Kallen the soldier, she thought to herself. I look… beautiful. Holy crap.

Kallen began to truly understand why Lelouch loved her.

Her study of the photographs was interrupted as she noticed the sound of water running. It was the shower in the attached bathroom, Kallen decided, setting the frame carefully back on the desk. Must be Lelouch. So. Do I wait? Do I come back later? Or… do I join him?

It was absolutely crazy, Kallen reflected even as she pulled her dress over her head and draped it neatly over Zero’s chair. I mean, I love him, and he seems to love me, but… Kallen shook her head violently as she piled the rest of her clothing neatly on the chair. It might have been insane, but she was going to do it. Logic and propriety be damned. She didn’t need a reason.

The bathroom door opened silently under Kallen’s touch, and she saw Lelouch silhouetted by the frosted glass. He seemed to be standing motionless, letting the spray wash over him. Kallen stepped hesitantly towards the shower. Conflicting thoughts spun around and around inside her mind. She stopped moving. The contrary part of Kallen’s mind was entreating her not to get so close to Lelouch—to get too involved with a man is certain slavery, it argued.

Shut up, Kallen told it firmly, even as her hands moved involuntarily to cover her body. It’s not slavery when I obey his orders on the battlefield, is it? That’s because I *choose* to follow him. And now I *choose* to be here, with him. I *choose* to love him, to give myself to him. That makes it right. She forced her arms back down to her sides and walked resolutely to the shower door.

At the sound of the sliding door Lelouch whirled, his hands snapping up automatically into a defensive posture. Kallen stepped into the tub and stood there looking at him. The opposed part of her mind screamed at her to leave, or at least to cover herself, but Kallen forced it aside. She didn’t want to hide from Lelouch anymore. Kallen couldn’t stop herself from blushing at her nudity, though. Well, it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before, she thought. *That* particular memory only made Kallen blush harder.

Lelouch stared at her in shock for a moment, then slowly straightened, lowering his hands. The two of them just stood there, examining every inch of each other. Neither seemed willing to speak. Judging by the reaction of a certain—rather large—part of his body, Lelouch was pleased to see her. This physical evidence of his attraction to her set flutters loose in Kallen’s stomach. Then she realized that her body temperature had elevated dramatically and that moisture was running freely down her thighs. Kallen blushed harder.

It was Lelouch who finally broke the silence, his voice so tender Kallen thought she might melt. “Is this what you truly want, shin-gan?” A gentle, reassuring smile sat upon his lips.

Kallen tried to answer, and found she couldn’t speak. She was absolutely certain that she wanted this—wanted Lelouch. She had never been more certain of anything in her life. Yet she couldn’t form the words. Something was paralyzing her throat, her tongue. Screw it, she thought, I’ve always been better with actions than words. Kallen moved towards her love, holding her hands out to him. Lelouch stepped forward to meet her, taking her hands and raising them up. Somehow, the tender brush of his lips against her knuckles freed Kallen to utter one word: “Yes.” It came out as a breathless whisper, but every ounce of Kallen’s considerable will was behind that single word. She moved closer to Lelouch.

The young knight yelped as she entered the shower’s spray—it was ice-cold! She deftly stepped around Lelouch and released one of his hands, twisting the knob hard. Both teens swore loudly as scalding hot water lashed their skin. Kallen hastily dialed the temperature back, leaving the water coursing over them wonderfully warm and soothing.

Lelouch looked as if he wanted to say something, but Kallen didn’t give him the chance. She took her commander by the arm and gently turned him to face away from her. Then she plucked the bar of soap from its place and began to wash his back. As she worked, Kallen admitted to herself that she knew perfectly well why she was doing this. She wanted to be here, to be with Lelouch. She wanted it so hard it hurt.

It was more than mere sexual desire; Lelouch was the only person besides her mom who had ever made Kallen feel loved, ever truly cared for *her*. Without realizing it, Kallen had come to depend on that feeling over the past year and a half. Admitting any sort of dependency, even to herself, was very hard, but Kallen’s feelings overrode her normal inhibitions. The prospect of losing Lelouch either physically or emotionally was more than she could bear. I want to—to claim him for my own, Kallen realized. I’ve never met anyone else like Lelouch, and there’s no way in all the hells that I’ll let him go. I need him.

Meanwhile, Kallen’s gentle ministrations had relaxed every part of Lelouch’s body—except one, it seems, she thought with a grin. When Kallen sat him down on the big shelf built into the side of the tub and began to shampoo his hair, Lelouch closed his eyes and began making sexy little purring noises. God, I *love* his hair, Kallen thought with a smile and a sigh, taking her sweet time working on it. She ended up shampooing and rinsing it three times. Throughout, Lelouch’s strong hands ran over Kallen’s slick skin, stroking her lovingly—but avoiding her intimate areas for the moment. He seemed to have a particular fascination with the curve of her flanks.

Finally, there was no further excuse to wash Lelouch’s hair. Kallen was momentarily at a loss, warring with the temptation to just mount him where he sat. The question became moot as her lover’s passivity vanished. Lelouch rose from his seat and swept Kallen into his arms, capturing her soft lips with his. When he released her, panting and a little weak in the knees, Kallen realized that Lelouch had deftly plucked the shampoo bottle from her unresisting hand. Now it was her turn to be docile and enjoy the attention as he sat her gently on the shelf. Lelouch took his time working the shampoo into Kallen’s fiery hair, clearly enjoying himself. As his fingers massaged her scalp, Kallen found herself making the same sort of throaty purring noises that he had. Now I know how a cat feels when it’s being petted, she thought. Well, maybe not a housecat, she admitted to herself. More like a tiger. Same difference.

Kallen was so relaxed and happy that she found it hard to stand when Lelouch took her arm and helped her to her feet. Undaunted, her commander wrapped an arm around her slim waist while his free hand took up the bar of soap and began to wash her body. Lelouch displayed the same methodical patience here as in his military planning—taking the time to do it right. So right, Kallen thought as a soft moan escaped her parted lips. It seemed that Lelouch particularly enjoyed washing her breasts, and his touch quickly teased her nipples into sensitive points. The warm juices that he wiped from Kallen’s thighs were quickly replaced by more, which Lelouch delighted in washing away, which in turn created more—a wonderful cycle that soon had Kallen writhing in his grasp, rubbing her back against his chest.

All too soon, Lelouch gently turned Kallen towards him, brushing his lips teasingly against the curve of her ear. She felt the urgent need to reciprocate, to show her love the same tenderness he was showing her, but Kallen’s muscles didn’t want to be bothered at the moment. Lelouch’s sure, gentle touch on her back and sides was pure sensual ecstasy, making her muscles go slack and her womanhood blaze like a furnace. Kallen flung her arms around Lelouch’s neck and held on tightly, letting him sweep her away on a silver tide of pleasure. His hardness pressed into her stomach, only intensifying Kallen’s desire.

It felt surreal, impossible, as Lelouch tenderly washed her body. Kallen’s head was spinning, her vision growing fuzzy. Everything was so distant, and yet to immediate and absolute. All of the hopes, fears, and dreams about this encounter that Kallen had carried in her heart over the past eighteen months were now irrelevant. Being here with Lelouch, her love, was so far beyond anything she could have imagined that she could barely process it. It wasn’t the sex. Lelouch’s gentle touch was merely icing on the cake. It was the love she held for him, and he for her. Kallen could see it burning in his violet eyes when she looked up from beneath her lashes.

Lelouch was done washing her long before Kallen finished savoring his presence. She was momentarily confused when he shut the shower off, leaving them both dripping. The tub was suddenly uncomfortably hot and humid, and Lelouch slid the door aside to admit a welcome draft of cooler air.

The hot water and her intense emotions made it difficult for Kallen to stand. She allowed Lelouch to help her out of the shower. He grabbed a warm, fluffy towel from the rack and took his time drying Kallen off, still savoring every inch of her lithe body. And every bit of *her* as well; for Lelouch this was also about far more than sex, Kallen knew. When he was done, Kallen took another towel and dried him.

The young lovers linked hands and stood gazing at each other. Both knew what would come next—wanted it, needed it with every fiber of their beings. Yet neither was willing to shatter this perfect moment. Nothing was between them, no words were needed. But then, they had never really needed words, Kallen mused, smiling at Lelouch. Not when they were alone.

No mater how perfect, a single moment cannot last forever. It was Kallen who gave in first. The fire burning between her legs and within her heart would not be denied. She took a firmer grip on Lelouch’s hands and tugged him into the bedroom. His beautiful eyes widened, but he allowed her to push him down to lie supine on the bed.

Kallen was upon him in an instant, kissing his shoulders, neck, face, even his eyelids. Like a tigress pouncing on her prey, she thought. That single thought finally broke her last barriers—Kallen wrapped her arms around Lelouch and squeezed him tight, giggling like a schoolgirl. Mine! She thought over and over again, hardly able to believe it. Lelouch began to laugh as well, a sound of pure joy as his hands continued to stroke her. The renegade prince and his loyal knight laughed until their sides hurt, grinning like idiots with the sheer wonder of the moment. Both had wished for this, dreamed of it night after night, but neither had ever really thought it would happen. But it was.

As Lelouch buried his face between her breasts, Kallen shifted herself atop him, feeling him press against her, hard and ready. Her body was so warm she thought she might melt, but Kallen stoked the fires by rubbing herself up and down his length. Lelouch moaned loudly into her soft skin, and Kallen tried to stifle her own sounds of pleasure. But Lelouch would have none of that. “This cabin is soundproofed…” he murmured just loudly enough to hear. It was only the second time he’d spoken since Kallen had come in.

But they were exactly the right words. Kallen threw her head back and let out a huge, primal moan of joy. Being here, feeling this man—*her* man!—beneath her, it was all so right.

It was time.

Kallen raised herself up on her knees and took hold of Lelouch, keeping his manhood steady as her nether lips parted around it. Nothing could have prepared them for the sensation, the feeling of completeness. Lelouch Vi Britannia and Kallen Kouzuki shared the wonder, open-mouthed and wide-eyed. The world was perfect.

It seemed to Kallen that she could feel every detail of Lelouch’s hardness within her. And she fit so closely around him. Kallen yelped as she felt him pulse. In response, she squeezed experimentally with her nether muscles and was rewarded with a low cooing noise. Once again the lovers found themselves at an impasse of sorts, unwilling to break this single, blissful moment.

But their bodies would not wait. They began moving in the same instant, their motions primal and fluid, yet marred by inexperience. Not that either noticed. Kallen had always thought that sex was about power, that one party or the other had to have control. Making love to Lelouch gave the lie to that preconception—both were moving, responding to each other with equal passion. Both were in charge, and neither. Hands roamed everywhere, stroking, exploring, caressing, discovering. The world faded into heat and love and motion as they found a mutual rhythm. Kallen was surprised to find herself making all sorts of noise: squeaks, cries, moans, yelps, purrs, and many more for which there were no words.

Lelouch rolled Kallen over, bracing his elbows against the sweat-soaked comforter as he moved within her. She lifted her hips eagerly to meet each thrust, wrapping her legs around his waist. Kallen’s fingers tunneled through Lelouch’s hair—I LOVE his hair!—and pulled his head down to her breasts once more. The young knight was so focused on her love that her own climax came as a complete surprise.

White energy burst from Kallen’s core, suffusing her body in pure ecstasy. She had only the most peripheral awareness of her unbridled scream of passion. Only her head, hips, and toes touched the bedspread.

Eventually, she could see again, think again (albeit only vaguely). Lelouch was gazing down at her in awe, entranced by the beauty he was witnessing. His hand came up to rest upon her cheek. Kallen sighed and leaned her head into his touch, reminded of their first kiss. Then she took hold of Lelouch’s shoulders and pushed her hips up into his.

The world was washed away from Kallen twice more before Lelouch finally lost control, collapsing into her embrace and triggering a final, explosive orgasm for Kallen. Pulses of warmth shot deep within her body. They screamed their love with one voice.

And then it was over, the two lying in a gasping, sweating heap on the black comforter. Lelouch was having trouble untangling his fingers without yanking out some of his knight’s hair. Kallen was surprised to find she had bitten her commander’s shoulder hard enough to draw blood. She groped over the side of the bed and grabbed the first piece of cloth she could find to staunch the bleeding. It turned out to be Lelouch’s shorts, left there when he went to the shower. They laughed softly, but didn’t speak.

Yet another reason I love this boy, Kallen thought as they slipped under the covers and curled around each other. He understands: often, silence says the most.

{More Author’s Note: Yes, finally! About time, I know. All I can tell you is that some things simply cannot be rushed. I hope your enjoyment of this chapter is proportional to the amount of time and heartache it took me to get it right. Yes, heartache. Writing scenes like this… tends to throw certain deficiencies in my own life into sharp relief.

Monty Python Viking: “Anyway.”

I have a copy of “Penguin vs. Reaper” hanging on the wall of my bedroom. It is an incredibly awesome painting by one Greg Stones. Only 1000 such copies of the painting exist. I thought it an interesting touch for Zero’s quarters, especially given the nature of the ship. Photo available upon request.

On a technical note, Kallen is—well, now *was*—a virgin (as was Lelouch). However, her hymen was long gone before she even met Lelouch. Girls who engage in highly athletic pursuits—dancing, gymnastics, martial arts, armed insurrection, and so forth—often break their maidenheads in the course of said pursuits. It’s actually a rather fragile structure, and does not require penetration of any sort to break. A certain degree of stress, applied in the right way, will do the trick. Splits and such are the most common way it happens, I understand. Anyhow, that’s the score, if you were wondering. I figured I should explain, lest I be flamed about it. :)

I cannot give you any sort of prediction regarding the next chapter of this story. It will be written and posted when I find another suitable place in the canonical show. By all means make chapter suggestions as the dub episodes air (you give me spoilers and YOU DIE ^_^), but above all *be patient*. My hands are tied by the nature of this story.

See you next chapter! Same Angel time, same Angel channel!}

Oh night, thou was my guide!
Oh night, more loving than the rising sun!
Oh night, that joined the lover
to the beloved one,
Transforming each of them into the other!

- from ‘The Dark Night of the Soul’ by St. John of the Cross (1542-1591).