Happiness In Slavery R2

“From today, Suzaku will be rejoining Ashford Academy to complete his education. Everyone please do your best to make him feel welcome and settle back into classes.”

Suzaku scanned the room, feeling oddly nervous at the number of unfamiliar faces staring back at him with obvious intrigue and curiosity. They knew that he was one of the Knights of the Rounds and that it had been him who had caught and seen Zero unmasked, and were probably somewhat baffled as to why someone of such high standing would bother to go to school when he could just as easily have private tutoring. Still, he couldn’t help but grin at the expressions on the few faces he did know… Rivalz and Shirley both lit up with joy and were frantically waving from their seats. He also noted Lelouch’s look of surprise at his unexpected appearance.

“You can sit at the empty desk next to Lelouch” Viletta indicated.

Lelouch smiled pleasantly at Suzaku as he took his seat. The smile he returned didn't feel anywhere near as natural as Lelouch's looked.

He's a damn good actor, but I'll soon trip him up... Suzaku thought, breaking eye contact to take his books and pens out of his bag. He'll do or say something that will reveal the truth. The operations team won't get anywhere with their tactics... I know how Lelouch's mind works...

***

Rolo poked at his lunch uncomfortably with his fork as he listened to the excited chatter around him. Milly, Rivalz and Shirley were assaulting Suzaku with a near constant barrage of questions about where he had been and what he had been doing since leaving the Academy. He found himself trying subtly to watch Suzaku’s face and body language when he answered a question with information which Rolo knew to be untrue, to see if there was anything in his composure he could use in the future to tell when Suzaku was lying, but he was proving very natural in deceiving even his closest friends. Rolo glanced the other way at Lelouch. Despite Rolo’s apprehension, his brother seemed perfectly relaxed, engaging openly in the questioning and even pushing for the details about Zero’s capture. But it made sense, he had to flawlessly maintain the illusion that he had no recollection of once being Zero, even though Zero was very much back in action. But Suzaku being in such close proximity was potentially disastrous to Lelouch’s plans to execute as many of Zero’s strategies from the Academy as possible. It was also bound to threaten the time that Rolo could spend alone with Lelouch… especially since Suzaku had already caught them at it once. Rolo swallowed nervously. He wondered whether he should tell Lelouch about his slip-up.

They moved fast to try and manage the new risks. Rolo subtly indicated the teachers and school staff he knew to be spying on behalf of the team and Lelouch quickly and carefully used his Geass to have them overlook his extended and possibly suspicious interactions with Rolo. The main risks now were the cameras, and the two people Lelouch couldn’t use his Geass on because he had already done so. They would have to be extra wary of both Viletta and Suzaku.


Lelouch collapsed heavily on Rolo’s bed as his brother made one more wary sweep of the corridor outside before closing and locking the door.

“How much easier would life be if Milly didn’t keep putting on these events that somehow always end in near disaster…” he mumbled face-down into the sheets.

“We got through it though” Rolo said quietly, although he also felt exhausted by the day’s events.

Lelouch looked up with quite an agitated expression.

“Rolo, I couldn’t possibly be any more grateful for what you did on the roof. Suzaku… pulled a very low move on me… I might have given it all away if you hadn’t saved me.”

“Was is really that dangerous?”

“Very. It would have revealed my awareness that I’m a Britannian Prince, and been solid enough proof that my memories have returned. And expose my being behind the resurrection of Zero.”

The fact that his usually unshakable brother had been so unsettled by something Kururugi had done made Rolo edgy too. He put his hand over Lelouch’s and squeezed it to reassure them both.

“Who was it… on the phone?”

Lelouch looked distant for a moment, like he hadn’t even heard the question, but just as Rolo was about to repeat it Lelouch sighed and turned to him with a smile.

“That doesn’t matter, what matters is that we got through it” Lelouch reciprocated his comforting touch by taking Rolo’s hand in both of his. Rolo felt much more reassured as he smiled back. He leant in and kissed Lelouch, but when he tried to slide a hand up under Lelouch’s shirt he was gently but firmly stopped. Lelouch looked at him awkwardly.

“I’m sorry Brother” he said apologetically “It is quite late already and I just feel shattered tonight. I really just want to get to sleep.”

“I wish we could sleep together” Rolo said dejectedly. But he knew that if Lelouch stayed in his room too long it would prompt the surveillance team to come looking for him, and if he went back to Lelouch’s room with him, it would be caught on tape…

And Suzaku would kill him.

***

Suzaku paced his room in agitation. Putting Nanali onto his mobile should have been a surefire trigger to get a reaction out of Lelouch that would have given him away. He would lie as shamefully as he could to everyone but his sister. But... nothing... and even Nanali had not pressed the issue when Lelouch appeared not to recognize her. Somehow his plan had failed in a way that didn't add up.

There was a knock at the door and, on finding the door unlocked, Gino let himself in. Suzaku stopped pacing, and looked at the other Knight blankly.

"Enjoying school that much?"

"What?"

"Heh, nothing. You just seem so preoccupied... you not fitting back in with your old crowd very well?"

"No... it's not that... I dunno, there are so many bigger things going on at the moment I suppose it's hard to concentrate on anything as mundane as lessons."

"Mundane should be good! Think of it as an escape, time out to not think about other things. You'll go grey constantly fretting about things you can neither predict or control." Gino slipped behind Suzaku, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and resting his chin on top of the shorter boy's head. "Come on, let's go get snacks and watch TV for a while".

"I'm not hungry".

Gino smiled. Suzaku was such hard work sometimes, but he had found that the morose youth did have his moments. "Well, you decide what we do then." He squeezed Suzaku tighter and nuzzled his ear suggestively. Suzaku shrugged him off. He seemed barely aware of Gino’s hurt look as he started stripping out of his suit.

“I just want to sleep.”

“Can I join you?”

“Please yourself.” Suzaku said a little harshly as he climbed into bed. He lay facing away to the opposite wall and tried to clear his mind, but he wasn’t entirely surprised when he felt the sheets lift and Gino slid into bed behind him, gently draping one arm over his middle. Despite his agitation, it wasn’t so unpleasant.

After so long apart, he had finally been close to Lelouch… physically close. Not reading report logs of his activities, not watching his pixilated image on a security cam screen, actually close enough to reach out and touch him if he wanted… if he dared. But he was back in the Academy for one reason and one reason only, to monitor Lelouch. Watching… Looking… not touching.

In some ways his new position was no less frustrating than staring at a monitor.

***

Hands held him down. So many it seemed that he couldn’t work out how many people they belonged to. He tried to shout to be released, to cry out for help, but only tiny, muffled sounds came from behind the gag in his mouth. All he saw was darkness… couldn’t move limbs that felt heavy as lead and yet he could feel everything… so intensely… from the lightest stroke to the heaviest blow on any part of his body. The numerous, vice-like grips on his limbs tightened painfully, and without warning his legs were forced widely apart and held firmly despite his repeated struggles. He couldn’t even hear his own scream as his body was violently penetrated, again and again, the hands holding him down moving, shifting, switching, the assailants taking turns on that body that ached with pain and humiliation. There seemed no end to it, just a feeling of becoming weaker and weaker… but something was withholding the release of death just out of reach. But then the blindfold suddenly lifted, chasing the darkness away with blinding light…and faces came gradually into view, looking down at him where he lay brokenly.

Schneizer’s face was lit with a terrifying leer of amusement and arousal. Suzaku turned pointedly away, his brow fiercely drawn as he tried to ignore the disgraceful sight before him. And before the pair of them, collapsed on the floor so that she was fairly eye to eye with Lelouch, was Nanali, her hands clasped shakily to her mouth, her wide stricken eyes flowing with tears…

“NO!!!”

Lelouch shot upright in bed, his right hand reaching out to grasp at thin air as the harsh sound of his cry shook him abruptly out of his nightmare. He panted, his eyes darting around the dim room as he tried to orientate himself. What in the darkness could have been bare cell walls gradually became bedroom walls as his eyes adjusted and he picked out the familiar, comforting shapes of his dresser, wardrobe, the door leading to his en-suit bathroom. He ran trembling fingers through his damp hair. It was just a bad dream.

Lelouch stood shakily and walked into the bathroom. He flicked the light switch but flinched as the bright light stung his eyes. He rubbed at them, then poured himself a glass of water as he studied his reflection in the mirror. His skin seemed so drained of colour, and there were slightly purplish shadows under his eyes. He wasn’t sleeping so well with the return of his memories but it was to be expected, there was a lot on his mind. The nightmares however, were more problematic. He had slept so soundly before and if this happened too often, and so obviously, it wouldn’t be long before the surveillance team picked up on it. Then they might increase their observation of his sleep, install mics… and it would only take one instance of him saying something incriminating in his sleep and he was done for. He needed to sleep more deeply. Maybe some sort of sleeping pill would help. He would need Rolo to look into that on his behalf though.

He emptied the glass, splashed water on his face, and feeling a bit calmer clambered back into bed.

***

Brother looks tired this morning, Rolo thought as he peered through the classroom door. Lelouch sat near the back, his chin propped in his palm and his eyes a little dark. He suddenly noticed Rolo standing there and gave him a small wave. Rolo smiled and waved back, then turned to hurry to his own class but clumsily bumped into a student behind him trying to get into the classroom.

“Oh, s…sorry” he started but the student pushed past him roughly, sending him off balance so that he stumbled but didn’t fall. He turned to shoot whoever it was a retort for being so rude when he had apologized for his mistake, but when he locked eyes with a familiar chilling green glare, he thought better of it and moved swiftly on.

“Good morning, Lelouch” Suzaku greeted his classmate politely as he took his seat. He was immaculately presented as always but looked a little under-the-weather somehow. “Are you feeling alright this morning? You look a tad washed out.”

“Just a bit of a headache, I didn’t sleep too well.”

“Ah, okay. If it doesn’t get any better you should go the medical room for a lie down or some aspirin.” Suzaku suggested. Lelouch nodded in agreement.

Lelouch poked around between the jars and bottles in the cabinet. Antiseptics, lotions, several strengths of painkiller… no sleep remedies though. It had been a rather long shot, there probably wasn’t any real need to have those available in a school sick bay. Acquiring some would be a job for Rolo then.

He started with fright at the sound of the bay door opening and closing, and hurried to replace the items he had moved around. There wasn’t anything overly suspicious about what he was doing though, and Rolo had assured him that the school nurse wasn’t participating in the surveillance on him. It might actually have been better if it was the nurse.

Suzaku poked his head round the corner of the storeroom door.

“Ah, you came here after all. Still got the headache?”

“Yeah… a bit but it’s easing off… just getting an aspirin.” Lelouch tried not to appear unnerved by Suzaku, but considering what happened the night before it was dangerous to be caught alone by him.

Suzaku strode straight into the tiny room and reached past Lelouch.

“There should be a particular brand in here that’s mild but effective enough for a slight headache.” Lelouch edged back a bit, pressing his back to the shelves behind him but the room was barely big enough for them to both be in it at the same time. Suzaku was too close for comfort… but now not because of any tricks he could pull to catch Lelouch out… this was more self-inflicted. If only some parts of his memory had remained repressed, being alone and close to Suzaku wouldn’t have been quite so terrifying… painful… irritating… exciting… Hiding his alter-existence as Zero the first time had been tough, but this time Suzaku knew his secret… he had to be careful of every action, every word he spoke, even his body language could give him away. And he was certain that Suzaku knew this too.

He struggled a little to keep a neutral expression as Suzaku took a small plastic bottle from the cabinet. Suzaku’s green gaze already seemed more intense compared to his usual public demeanor around the school. He’s a Knight of the Rounds. Fighting on the side of Britannia. He sold out his best friend. He wants Zero dead.

The air suddenly felt heavy and oppressive, the way it becomes before a summer storm.

“Do you think there could be any underlying reason that you aren’t sleeping so well…” Suzaku’s voice was becoming distant to his own ears, drowned out by the rapid, heavy beat of his heart. Suzaku pressed against him, sending a chill down his spine.

“You were so pale before, but now you’re flushed… do you have a fever? Lelouch…” He almost flinched at Suzaku’s hand brushing against his cheek. He just couldn’t find the words… his lips moved mutely until they were covered by the other boy’s.

Lelouch tried to push him roughly back but Suzaku seemed braced for such a reaction.

“Lelouch… I’m sorry!” he apologized quickly, but wouldn’t allow Lelouch to get past him to escape. “That was a bit abrupt… I… I wasn’t sure if you still felt the same way. About us… from before I left the Academy… at the party…”

Suzaku studied Lelouch’s face, his confused expression. Had Lelouch been left with the memory of their first kiss after the welcome party? Many of his memories... maybe almost all of them... from Suzaku’s arrival at the academy onwards would have been erased or altered… to take away Nanali, Syoko, C.C, Zero… there really couldn’t have been much of what happened between them left at all. But there had to be something there, altered or otherwise… Lelouch had to remember Suzaku, otherwise it wouldn’t fit that all Lelouch’s friends knew Suzaku whereas he didn’t.

Inside, Lelouch panicked. What if Suzaku knew exactly what he had been forced to remember or forget?! If he claimed to remember something he shouldn’t have done, or on the flipside, made out that he didn’t know about something that he should have, it was potentially all over. Since he regained his full memories it was becoming increasingly hard to remember how the altered pieces of the puzzle had fitted together while he was under his Father’s Geass. Of course he remembered their first kiss now… but was he supposed to if he was still to appear brainwashed?

“Su… Suzaku… that was some time ago…”

“But you remember… and you missed me?”

This game was too dangerous.

“I… I did miss you a lot…but I guess you had to go… and fight against the rebellion. And I couldn’t hold that against you… you had to do what was right.”

“I thought about you all the time”. Suzaku pressed his lips passionately against Lelouch’s again, and despite his fear, Lelouch accepted this time. Maybe it was safer to just let Suzaku lead, make all the first moves if this was to be entrapment… deal with his prompts while withholding incriminating information. He returned the kiss, but didn’t make any attempt to touch Suzaku, his hands fixed rigidly on the bench edge behind him as Suzaku pressed close. Far too close.

“Lelouch...” Suzaku breathed in his ear as he pressed his groin against Lelouch, who screwed his eyes closed, powerless to try and hide his growing erection.

"Suzaku... don't... not here... ahhhhh!" Suzaku was pressing his own cock against Lelouch's.

"I don't care...." Suzaku whispered darkly. "I want you.." His fingers were at Lelouch's fly, unbuttoning and dragging the zip down. Lelouch knew he should have been renewing his efforts to escape... but instead, his body trembled in anticipation of the forgotten touch of Suzaku's hands.

"Suzaku... no..." he pleaded weakly.

Without paying the slightest heed to Lelouch’s protests Suzaku gripped his hips and boosted him backwards onto the low bench, yanking his trousers lower and pulling the thin fabric of his briefs aside to abruptly free his cock. He bowed his head and took it into his mouth so swiftly Lelouch didn’t even have chance to form a further retort, and could only gasp at the intensity of the sensation. How is this even happening... if Suzaku were to be exposed for fratenising with his target... is he really desperate enough to risk his Knighthood? Unexpectedly, Lelouch's heart swelled with love for his former friend rather than distrust for his present enemy.

He lent back a little, eyes closed, unconsciously widening his thighs a little, invitingly. Although his body ached for Suzaku to take him, he didn’t believe that he would, not least of all because they were in such a dangerous location with the potential to be discovered at any time. Even so Suzaku’s fingers left the base of his cock, skimmed over his balls and circled suggestively around his asshole, sending a deliciously terrifying thrill up his spine. Don't lose yourself now... he whispered inside his mind... you're still in danger.... Suzaku's mouth left his cock and fastened against his lips again, as there was a fumbling to the side of him, a rattling of items being shifted around in the cabinet single-handedly, a couple of plastic bottles tumbling out as Suzaku's fingers closed around the bottle of mild liquid moisturizing oil he had spotted earlier.

"Don't be afraid, this won't hurt... I promise." It felt strange to Suzaku to be uttering such an assurance to Lelouch considering past events, but in Lelouch's mind this could be his first time. Although he wanted to be passionate and possibly a little rough, he didn't want to hurt or scare Lelouch in a way that might get him exposed if Lelouch were to tell anyone what he had done. Unknown to Suzaku, Lelouch found his words equally and ironically odd, but through this admission from Suzaku he felt that he should play towards a level of naiveity on his part.

Suzaku drew open the fly of his own uniform trousers and uncapped the bottle, pouring a quantity into his hand as carefully as he could to not make a suspicious mess, even though his hands shook a little with his fear and arousal. Releasing his own erection from his pants he ran the liquid down the length of it. Thus prepared he bore down on Lelouch, who met his intense gaze with wide, apprehensive violet eyes as Suzaku raised one of his legs and freed it from his trousers, allowing him to properly spread the Prince's legs and position himself inbetween.

"Suzaku... this is... very sudden..." Lelouch made a pretense of trying to hold Suzaku back but he knew the hot-headed Eleven would not be deterred at this point.

"I'll make you feel good... trust me" Suzaku whispered huskily. Lelouch felt the warm press of his cock against his ass, Suzaku's teeth lighly grazing the side of his neck, and he pressed both hands to his mouth to hold in his cry as he was penetrated. Suzaku knew he should try to be more gentle, take it slowly as he had on the real first occasion but the situation they were in was going to require some urgency. The risk of being caught was very real... and strangely, the thought of it only turned him on more. He pushed himself fully into Lelouch as he trembled, muffled moans still sounding so loud in the quiet of the room.

"Oh God Lelouch... you feel amazing..." he hissed against Lelouch's ear. "I've wanted this for so long..." He began to move his hips, a little quickly but as smoothly and evenly as he could. Lelouch moved his hands from his mouth, grasping instead Suzaku's shoulders to steady himself from his precarious position on the bench.

“Su… Suzaku” he gasped. “No… more… ahh…”

Suzaku reached down between them to grip Lelouch’s cock, very effectively cutting off his lame protests. Lelouch shuddered helplessly as Suzaku stroked along with his thrusting. The bench was now creaking a little under his exertion, which unnerved Lelouch a little as he was trying to keep a wary ear trained on any approaching footsteps in the outside corridor or the sound of the bay door being opened. And yet his concentration was wavering as Suzaku’s expert touch was steadily bringing him closer to orgasm. And it was if Suzaku could sense this.

“It’s okay Lelouch… just let go…” the other boy coaxed, his own brow creasing with the intensity of sensation, an expression that Lelouch recognized only too well… Suzaku was very close too.

“Fa… faster then… ah…” Lelouch squirmed as Suzaku obliged, quickening his strokes as well as tightening his grip just enough, and mere seconds later Lelouch cried out soundlessly as he came. Suzaku leant in and sealed his lips over Lelouch’s once more, stifling his groan as he pressed deeply against Lelouch and let himself go.

He collapsed against Lelouch, who felt bizarrely comforted and trapped at the same time. They had gotten away with such risky activity this long, and much as he was enjoying the afterglow of this exciting encounter, he was certain that they were on the verge of being discovered by someone. He gently pushed Suzaku back.

“We should probably make ourselves presentable and leave”.

“Oh.. yeah…” it was Suzaku’s turn to falter, somewhat dazed. He pulled back, dragging his pants and trousers back up again as Lelouch slid carefully down from the bench and stepped back into his own trousers. They both started as they heard a very quiet click that sounded like a door catch, and Suzaku, being the first to be fully redressed, peered around the doorframe of the little alcove, but saw no-one there.

“We ought to get to our next classes pretty promptly”. Suzaku said, his mind on how their absence would look on camera, not considering what Lelouch would read into his comment, however Lelouch had guessed his real concern.

“I’ve got a free study period, I think I’ll go back to my room for a while.”

“Umm… okay…” Suzaku prayed that Lelouch wouldn’t now go on to do anything suspicious in front of the cameras in his room although his concerns, in reality, were groundless. Lelouch knew the risks just as well and wasn’t even intending to return to his own room… he had decided that cleaning up in Rolo’s room would be better… away from any cameras. Rolo wouldn’t be there anyway so as long as he was quite quick about it, another short absence wouldn’t be noticed.

"Later" Suzaku pressed a brief kiss against his lips, and slipped away quickly. Lelouch waited a moment or two, then put the bottles that had fallen from the cabinet back in place. As an afterthought, he took two pills from the mild painkillers that Suzaku had indicated earlier. He walked with rather shaky legs into the bay area and poured a glass of water at the sink to take them, as his mind wandered over the implications of this new development.

***

Rolo lay collapsed on his bed, his face pressed deeply into the pillows, biting back hard on the urge to cry. How could he have been so stupid, it all made sense now. And he had been fooled into thinking that Suzaku’s paramount concern in hounding him so had been the security of the surveillance operation. Stupid… so stupid…

He had gotten back to Lelouch’s classroom at the end of class but was surprised to find that he had already left, unusually quickly. They both had free period now and usually went to the library together… why had he taken off unexpectedly?

His first thought was that he had gone back to his room for something, but there was no reply when he knocked, and he even risked using his Master keycard to enter and make sure he wasn’t there. Nothing. He went next to the Library incase Lelouch had gone on ahead of him… but he wasn’t there either. Rolo paused to think logically about where he could have gone. He hadn’t looked so well the last time he saw Lelouch… and if he hadn’t gone back to his room because of that… maybe… he was in the Medical bay? It seemed unlikely but he was at a bit of a loss.

The door was shut as he approached the Medical bay… it was usually open when there was no-one currently receiving treatment. He fretted that going in might disturb an examination or someone resting, but still… he felt he needed to rule out Lelouch being in there. He crept quietly towards the door and opened it ever so gently. He hesitantly peered in. Empty. His heart sank. Unsure where to try next he was about to pull the door back to again when he thought he heard something, and froze.

There was someone in the room. He had heard something, some sound, coming from a small doorway adjacent to the main bay area, possibly the entrance to some sort of storage alcove. He ventured silently into the room. A chill ran unexpectedly down his spine as a low muffled groan issued distinctly from that direction, and his heart lurched. Was that a moan of pain? Was someone in there who was seriously ill and needed urgent help? And yet, he still didn’t drop his apprehension and rush to help. He approached slowly, now hearing other low noises, panting heavy breaths and small bursts of muffled, vocal noise. Creaking as well, like a table moving. And it was at that moment that he was saved from the full horror of what was happening in that room by a flicker of movement to his left. He had moved far enough into the room to be able to see into the alcove…. not directly, but from the images reflected in the window just opposite. He had to clamp his hands to his mouth to prevent himself crying out.

He pressed his face deeper into the pillow yet, but still the image came back to him as crystal clear as the first time he saw it, and the material against his face dampened with his tears as he recalled the sight of Lelouch, held down against the low bench in the store room and being… fucked… by that awful thug of an Eleven… Suzaku. His heart pounded with the injustice of it. How dare Suzaku reprimand him for making an advance on Lelouch… only to go and do the same thing himself! But Rolo had never had reason to suspect him as a rival for Lelouch’s attentions… he had thought Suzaku was on the team to oversee the operation and possibly report to the Emperor. He had the highest authority on the team as a Knight of the Rounds… and no-one had questioned his presence. But an ulterior motive was beginning to make sense. He wasn’t there just to monitor the team… he had been watching Lelouch too.


Rolo started and jerked himself upright hard as the bedroom door clicked open. His eyes met Lelouch’s as they stared, equally surprised to see each other.

“Rolo” Lelouch spoke first, his composure flawless as always. “Whatever are you doing here at this time… are you alright?”

“I… I’m fine…” Rolo stuttered unconvincingly. “I thought we were going to the Library as usual, but I couldn’t find you. I was … sleepy anyway, I thought I might have a nap. How are you feeling… you looked unwell this morning?”

“Oh, yeah, I haven’t been sleeping so well.”

Would Suzaku have anything to do with that, Rolo thought sickly.

“I kinda fancied a lie down as well really, reading would only make my headache worse…”

“Why are you here though and not in your own room?” Rolo felt suddenly like trying to catch Lelouch out, see how he explained himself away after what he had witnessed. Wanted to see if Lelouch dare lie to him… his own brother…

“I was missing a textbook in the last class, I wondered if I had left it here.” Lelouch lied with a perfectly straight face. There was no way that was likely. Rolo felt as though he had been punched in the gut. His somewhat sour look didn’t escape Lelouch.

“Rolo.” He said gently, deceptively as he approached. “Is something wrong? Rolo…”

When he bent over to be at face level, Rolo took hold of his cheeks and kissed him forcefully. Lelouch seemed surprised but didn’t object.

“Brother, I want to do it… right now. I don’t get to see enough of you, and it’s killing me…”

“Rolo…” Lelouch soothed. “I wish I could see more of you in private too, but we have to always think about how too many absences in here is going to look to the surveillance team.”

“But you’ll be with me, I can explain it away easily!” An edge of desperation had crept into Rolo’s voice that Lelouch didn’t like. What had gotten into him? Rolo tugged on his blazer insistently. “Please come to bed… right now.”

Lelouch faltered. He had come to this room… he needed to clean himself up. His own fluids from his earlier encounter with Suzaku were drying on his stomach, soaked into his shirt, and Suzaku’s were in more incriminating places yet. But he had rebuffed Rolo a few times recently, and for whatever reason Rolo had become so unsettled, Lelouch would have to reassure him to keep him on-side.

“I haven’t showered yet today…”

“I don’t care” Rolo remained stubbornly on track.

“Well, let me just use the bathroom quickly anyway”

I know exactly what you need to do, Rolo thought tearfully but he held it in. It didn’t seem like he was going to get a confession… not right now anyway. He needed to let it go for the present, there were more important things at stake. Such as re-asserting his dominance over Lelouch. He nodded and sat expectantly, his eyes never leaving the older boy as he moved to the other side of the room and let himself into the bathroom.

Lelouch stripped quickly out of his entire uniform and underwear, it was just too incriminating. He folded it neatly and placed it ontop of the laundry bin, taking special care to hide his briefs and shirt fully in the middle of the pile. He dampened a handtowel and wiped it briskly over his stomach, groin and buttocks. A fair amount of Suzaku’s semen had already ran down between his thighs uncomfortably as he had walked back to the room. Should he try again to dissuade Rolo from wanting sex right now? How obvious was it that he had already been fucked barely 15 minutes earlier…

Rolo fidgeted uncomfortably on the bed, not knowing how to feel at all – upset, jealous, agitated, betrayed – all fought for his attention. His heart lurched when the bathroom door opened, and Lelouch sidled slowly back into the room, completely naked and with the bottle of oil already in one hand. So beautiful…

Despite his emotional turmoil, Rolo was painfully hard even before Lelouch had finished unbuttoning his shirt and sliding down his trousers, slow and deliberate as he always was, stringing out his every move so tauntingly. But Rolo was so agitated that it seemed more like a mockery of his desperation. Maybe he needed to be more assertive, more aggressive like Suzaku. Lelouch kissed the tip of Rolo’s cock, and was about to take it into his mouth when Rolo lashed out and grabbed him forcefully by a firm handful of his silky hair. He saw Lelouch’s eyes widen with surprise.

“Brother, don’t you want…”

“Never mind that, just get on your front, now” Rolo ground out, finding an unexpected chill of excitement run up his spine at the threatening tone of his words. If Suzaku was fond of using this style, he had to match it, maintain his ownership over the Prince. Suzaku was the enemy. Lelouch needed Rolo beside him always.

He rose to his knees with Lelouch still in his grasp as he faltered in confusion, and pushed the older boy's head down against the mattress.

“Keep your hips up” he commanded as he snatched the bottle from beside him on the bed, squeezed some oil down between Lelouch’s buttocks. Lelouch wordlessly obeyed. Rolo felt empowered enough to want to come straight away, but he needed to last, to erase this body’s memory of what Suzaku had done to it. He ran two fingers down that slick, inviting crack, skimmed the entrance of Lelouch’s asshole, pushed them unceremoniously inside. Lelouch moaned.

Rolo took himself in hand and penetrated Lelouch in a single, swift movement, knowing that his delicate appearance was now a deception, he could handle a level of abuse despite his surprised cry.

“Rolo… why are you being so…”

“Rough?” Rolo finished his sentence for him. “Because it’s what you wanted… right?” He began to move his hips, hard and fast from the off, quickly making himself pant with the exertion. Lelouch fell to gasping softly, gripping the pillow beneath his head.

This is how it should be, Lelouch is with me, Lelouch loves me… not Suzaku. I won’t let Lelouch out of my sight. I have to protect him and his dream.

Rolo was neither hurting nor scaring Lelouch, but he did find himself unnerved as Rolo gripped his hips unnecessarily tightly, and thrust with such urgency, much like Suzaku had before. For a second his heart lurched… had Rolo seen something… seen him with Suzaku? Rolo had assured him that the Medical bay had not been wired with any cameras…so no-one could have seen them. Rolo wouldn’t have lied about any cameras… would he? No, his information was sound, Suzaku also knew the camera locations and wouldn’t have pulled such a reckless stunt. Maybe it was something else…

Rolo suddenly felt close to tears again as his orgasm approached. He bent his body closer to Lelouch’s as the power of sensation rushed though him, making him feel weightless, sick, delirious. He wanted to wash away the contamination of Suzaku’s seed with his own.

“I love you Brother…” he couldn’t help but gasp out, Lelouch shuddering in his grasp as he came. “…so… so much.” It was just as well that their position saved Rolo, in his vulnerable, ardent passion, from the twist of pure loathing that crossed Lelouch’s features.

"I... I love you too."

Rolo, pulled away from Lelouch, still panting softly. Lelouch stayed as he was on all fours, but cast his gaze quizzically back over his shoulder, as if obediently awaiting Rolo's next command.

"Lie with me... just for a short while" Rolo pleaded in a small voice.