Happiness In Slavery

Happiness In Slavery
By RedMoon


The Rebellion stumbles and falls at the final hurdle... Zero is finally captured and as a consequence, Lelouch finds himself within the merciless confines of Britannia. Official word is put out of his death... but some know that he still exists. For one, the Second Prince Schneizer, to whom he is entrusted for the duration of his disgraced imprisonment, and another, Kururugi Suzaku, former friend, rival and secret lover. Despite the hatred that Suzaku now feels towards Lelouch for all his abominable actions, how long will be be able to stand by and merely watch as Schneizer ekes out his own unique concept of 'punishment'.


SPOILERZ! It's set after ep 25 :P


CODE 1

It was the last, tiny cell at the end of the corridor. It wasn't even guarded. Suzaku wondered why Schneizer had so easily and trustingly given him the key and not even ordered him to go with an escort. Steeling himself, Suzaku unlocked the door and entered.

“Suzaku.. help me..” Lelouch croaked pitifully.

In any other circumstances Suzaku would have been horrified by the sight before him. With next to no regard allowed for the wounds he had acquired since his capture, Lelouch had been given very basic medical treatment and cuffed with thick leather restraints to some sort of torture device-esque upright standing frame, when anyone else in such a condition would be bed-bound. The bandages that covered his open cuts, and of course the place on his upper left shoulder where Suzaku had shot him, were the only pieces of fabric that covered his otherwise naked body. Even in the dim light his skin was almost luminescently pale over his thin body, coloured in places by dark, purple grey shadows of bruising. Above the wide leather collar around his neck that forced his head to remain upright at all times, Lelouch looked at him strickenly though one eye. His cursed left eye had been covered over securely with a patch to prevent him from coercing anyone to free him using his Geass, although for Suzaku this wasn't an issue. It had already been used on him once and he knew that Lelouch could not use it against him again. Jaw set firm, Suzaku slowly approached the slightly raised platform the frame was set on. He greeted his former friend with a cold, distant gaze.

“Suzaku” Lelouch pleaded again.

“I've nothing more to say to you” Suzaku replied flatly.

The slight glimmer of hope in that one violet eye faded.

“Why are you here then?”

“Curiosity maybe” Suzaku said in a thoughtful tone, almost as though he were talking to himself and Lelouch was not present at all. “Despite everything, Britannia is still impossible to trust. When I was told that you hadn't been executed immediately in an attempt to conceal this mess I was skeptical. However...” Lelouch flinched slightly as Suzaku reached up to lift the eye patch, revealing the eerily empty iris and bizarre, softly glowing red symbol that now filled that void space. “...death it seems would be too merciful an end. I guess you'll be keeping Jeramiah company when you're side by side in test tubes.”

“I won't be put to death, to this family I've been dead for years.” Lelouch's voice was calmer now, the urgency gone on the realization that he wasn't going to be released. “Only a few ever discovered that I was Zero, and after they have been silenced it will be like I myself was never involved. There will be an 'official' explanation for what happened. Some other innocent framed as Zero if need be, the way you were framed for the murder of Clovis. The masses need their closure.”

“I will continue to live as long as Britannia can find a use for me, one way or another.” he sighed heavily. “But you are right, death would be too great a mercy toward me, one that I don't deserve. And my immediate fate lies in the hands of Schneizer.”

Suzaku let the patch slip back over Lelouch's eye and stepped back, dropping his gaze, nothing else to say. It was only now that he suddenly noticed the more sinister element to the frame. The central support which ran down behind Lelouch's torso was split at his pelvis into an upside-down Y shape. Lelouch's legs were spread as each of them was strapped to the two sides of the Y, which in itself was a fairly humiliating position to be confined in, but there was still more to it. At that point where the Y was split, Suzaku could just make out a couple of inches of what looked like a thick rod jutting out at a slight angle away from the base... those two inches or so nearest the base being the only part of it visible since the rest of it appeared to be deeply buried inside Lelouch's body. A slight sticky sheen on the insides of Lelouch's thighs suggested that it had at least been lubricated beforehand. Something within Suzaku twisted at the sight, but he held his composure.

“Schneizer did this to you? He's at least taken some of your interests to heart..”

Lelouch looked deeply wounded by the remark.

“You're very much mistaken if you think I'm enjoying this. Between us it was... different.”

Suzaku closed his eyes as Lelouch's word's forcibly recalled things from his memory that he had tried so hard to repress and forget. Images and sensations came back to him even as he tried to push them away. The bewildered look in Lelouch's eyes at Suzaku's welcoming party at the academy just after that unexpected first kiss. How, shocked and scared, they had tried to avoid each other in public, believing that the embarrassing feelings they had for each other were literally written all over their faces for all to see. And in stolen moments of privacy, how they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. Long, lazy Sundays spent curled together warm in bed, dozing as the sun shone brightly through the curtains. The comically heart-stopping moments when they had to get into their clothes quickly and look less disheveled when Saiyako or Nanali came looking for them.

Lelouch, nervous but determined, the first time they had sex together. Muffled cries of mixed pain and pleasure echoing regardless through high ceilinged rooms and hallways. Collapsing on each other, totally spent, in the warm water and drifts of bath foam in the shower. Breathtakingly erotic, Lelouch blindfolded and tied down with sashes of silk, panting in his anticipation of Suzaku's hands on his defenseless flesh...

What should have been cherished memories, torn beyond repair now by the reality of the double life that Lelouch was leading throughout their time together. Lying, betraying without heed for family or friendship, love or trust, killing, destroying... Lelouch had proven himself capable of it all. The most popular guy in the academy, friendly and good natured to everyone. A brother devout beyond reason to the happiness of his disabled sister. The meek lover who took everything Suzaku did to him in the bedroom, gentle and rough, without a scrap of resistance. An evil, calculating man who played people like chess pieces in a sick egotistical game.

Suzaku opened his eyes slowly. “Everything you suffer now you brought on yourself” he said nastily. Lelouch did not object. He simply hung in his restraints, his face a picture of abject misery.

Before he even knew what he was doing, Suzaku had marched back up to the platform and grasped Lelouch's exposed cock firmly, forcing a surprised and agonized groan from him. Suzaku's body vividly recalled the way that Lelouch's asshole would tighten around his own cock when he had done this in the past, right now all it would be contracting around was cold, unfeeling steel. The thought did not displease him. If anything, it made his heated blood run a little faster through his veins.

“Suzaku..” Lelouch's confused voice sounded distant despite that fact that they were mere inches away from each other. Still gripping Lelouch's soft cock, Suzaku latched feverently onto his chest, licking and sucking on one nipple before doing the same to the other, and then cutting off Lelouch's questioning calling of his name by suddenly biting down rather hard. Lelouch hissed but then fell silent. He could feel Lelouch getting hard in his hand already, reacting just as quickly to Suzaku's touch as he always had. It annoyed Suzaku that he could be quite so shameless as to get aroused, if he was even slightly aware of the extent of Suzaku's hatred towards him, but then again that was the real Lelouch all over. And yet... wasn't he himself being just as despicable...

His own groin suddenly aching with desperate, perplexed desire he dropped to his knees before Lelouch's beautiful, broken body and took his engorged member into his mouth. Lelouch groaned, twisting helplessly in his restraints, unable to see Suzaku anymore as he dropped out of his range of vision, inhibited by the collar around his neck. Suzaku took Lelouch deeply into his throat, coating his cock thinly with saliva, then pulling right back again to tease the head with light, tickling strokes of this tongue. He planted each of his hands firmly against Lelouch's thin thighs and dug in with his nails as he sealed his lips around the hot, hard flesh and moved, his head bobbing back and forth, as above him Lelouch screwed his eyes tightly shut and bit his lip hard enough to make it bleed, panting loudly in his hopeless arousal.

Not letting up on his ardent sucking, Suzaku's fingers skimmed upwards and inwards, through the wetness on Lelouch's inner thighs, until they brushed over the juncture between hot, stretched flesh and cold, hard metal. Suzaku's fingers crept around the phallic rod, gaging it's impressive girth, a fresh flicker of excitement streaking though his nerves as Lelouch tensed at Suzaku's exploring touch, a pink, embarrassed flush finally toping his pale cheekbones. In his mind's eye Suzaku saw himself frantically unbuckling Lelouch's restraints and lifting his weak body from the torture frame, laying him down gently on the hard cell floor and kissing him tenderly, before forcing his aching cock deep inside the place where he was being raped by hard metal only moments earlier. Suzaku raised one hand to grip Lelouch's length firmly as he sucked, the other crept down past the waistband of his trousers to stroke his own suffering erection as the image lingered in his head.

Lelouch's breathless pants became small, soft cries as he squirmed, wanting to thrust a little as his orgasm approached but foiled by the tight strap around his middle binding his hips firmly back against the frame. Suzaku moved his hand up and down the exposed base of Lelouch's cock as he lapped at the tip with his tongue, speeding up as he sensed Lelouch getting close.

“Ah...ah.....Suzak...ku... ah... I'm com..ing”

Suzaku pulled away from Lelouch but continued to rub his length briskly, until Lelouch stiffened, twitched, and gave a ragged, helpless cry as he released his desire, some arching up and back onto his own stomach and groin, the rest spattering down onto the floor below. Drained, he collapsed limply in his shackles as the last spasms passed through him and faded away.

Then he started with surprise as he felt softly curling hair brush against his cheek, and his eyes flew open just as Suzaku, now on his feet again, leant in to kiss him deeply against his slack, open mouth.

Suzaku pressed himself against Lelouch and pushed his tongue into the fallen prince's mouth, exploring the soft interior and probing at Lelouch's own tongue, while below his fingers swiftly worked over his long-suffering erection, now freed from his pants and pressed frustratedly against Lelouch's hip. But he was so disgustingly turned on, and so very close..

“I hate you...ahnn...” Suzaku half gasped, half growled against Lelouch's lips as, tears sliding suddenly down his cheeks leaving chill wet tracks over his flushed skin, he shot his own load up against Lelouch's stomach and groin.

Vision blurring, he staggered backwards, struggling to tuck himself away again as Lelouch looked on with a heartbreakingly anguished expression. Battered, broken, limply letting his restraints hold his exhausted body upright as their mixed fluids ran slowly down his stomach and groin, soaking into the dark hair at his crotch and dripping in small, white spots onto the floor.

Why... why did I just do that... how could I do that...

Suzaku's stomach turned but he choked down the urge to vomit. Swiping at his tear filled eyes with the back of his hand, his only thought was to get away, as far away as possible from the wrongness before him. Lelouch could only watch with silent dismay as the only real friend he had ever had, turned without so much as a backward glance or final word, and ran from the room, with only the rebounding echo from the slamming door to keep him company as the footsteps outside receded and were finally gone.