Happiness In Slavery R2

Welcome to readers new and old... yes, that means you sick individuals who liked the previous stuff enough to some back for more, you twisted people :P


-SUMMARY-

Sequel to 'Happiness In Slavery' - although this could probably be read without knowing the previous arc, you might like to also read the preceding story.

Under a year on – Suzaku is now a Knight of the Rounds and still bent on somehow changing the Britannian rule for the better, alone and non-violently... although increasingly finding his values slipping regardless. He is also a member of the team of surveillance monitoring the bait of a trap set to lure out and eliminate the last of the fugitive Black Knights, that bait being the disgraced former 17th Prince of Britannia and leader of the failed Rebellion against the Britannian State.

Despite his crimes, Lelouch leads the illusion of a carefree existence, back amongst his old friends in familiar surroundings, his memory rewritten and no reason to believe that anything bigger is taking place outside his peaceful school life - least of all suspect the almost ever-present watch of his increasingly bitter friend, rival, lover, whom he now has no recollection of...

TURN 1


“Okay, dismissed.”

Viletta stood, her chair making a loud, guttural scraping noise as she pushed it backwards over the tiled floor, startling Suzaku out of his preoccupied brooding. Rolo also stood, and Suzaku was unfortunate to catch his eye as he turned to follow Viletta. They exchanged frosty stares as the door leading into the Ashford academy main campus slid open, and the pair of them left together. Suzaku continued to sit as the other meeting delegates returned to their work in the small surveillance room or otherwise began to leave through the opposite, internal door which lead to the secret corridors which would take them undetected away from the site. The same route that Suzaku himself used to get in and out of the Academy without exposing himself to any of his former teachers or fellow students.

Eventually he too got to his feet and walked to the bank of surveillance monitor screens, standing in silence as the operatives seated before them switched cameras, checked recording equipment, made adjustments. Already Viletta and Rolo were visible on one screen, walking down one of the corridors in the science block he knew well. Even on the grainy display, the bright summer light shone in warmly through the long windows as they passed along it. Other students stood around, chatting, carrying books, moving between classes. Rolo separated from Viletta and moved away, soon lost in the crowd of identical black and gold trimmed Ashford uniforms which he also wore.

He couldn’t get used to Rolo, for many reasons. Creepily mature for his young age, he was a secret agent and assassin from Britannian Intelligence. Being able to observe him amongst the team, and then seeing him around people on the outside, made Suzaku deeply distrustful of him – the kid was intelligent, observant and able to change his personality and mask his actions with a skill level that made it completely undetectable if you didn’t know what his game was. He had quickly settled into school life at the Academy, and was already well liked for his quiet, considerate nature that no-one around him knew was a total farce. He also had the advantage of being the younger brother of another well liked student. A student in fact, who would be on one of these screens right now, and the one who the team around him would be observing the most closely. A recording light on a particular screen was the easiest way to locate him. Suzaku stared impassively at the monitor which would be displaying the target.

Lelouch was sat in his usual place towards the back of the classroom by a window, his favored spot for either gazing at the world outside daydreaming, or otherwise discretely snoozing instead of paying attention to the class. Suzaku knew his weekly routine by memory, watching it on-screen day after day from this chilly, darkened room. He had a literature class after this one, which he would also idle through in a similar fashion to his current one, then lunch out on the grass with his friends. They would be sat in the same spot under a tree on the grass with cold lunches and fruit juice drinks. All Lelouch’s friends, and Suzaku’s former friends, relaxing, chatting, laughing like the upheaval they all witnessed barely a year ago had never happened. Milly, Rivalz, Shirley and usually Rolo as well.

Rolo. Lelouch’s brother. Except that Suzaku knew that Lelouch didn’t have a younger brother named Rolo. Once he had had a sister. It was bizarre and sad in equal measures that to them now she had never existed, the kind and innocent wheelchair bound girl to whom they had all been so devoted. With his altered memory Lelouch had taken to Rolo like they had always been together and they were close, although to the able bodied boy he wasn’t suffocatingly protective as he had been with his handicapped sister, always aware of the shared pain of their traumatic past. It was especially sickening how Rolo knew of all this and played his part flawlessly. Lelouch thought the world of him. The new Lelouch that didn’t need Suzaku anymore, didn’t even know he existed, couldn’t remember any of the things they had been through together, living a blissfully ignorant existence while Suzaku continued to suffer hour by hour, day by day. Weeks. Months. Suzaku wished his heart would completely turn to stone and give him peace, but he knew his own nature. It would continue to hurt for some time yet.

Lelouch had been so very, very fortunate. The Emperor, who also happened to be his father, had spared his life on two conditions. Firstly, that he had been so drastically brainwashed that he neither knew about what he had done under the guise of Zero, nor knew enough of his past anymore to make any further attempts at revenge against Britannia. And secondly, that he had been released and reintroduced to the public as bait. After the rebellion, many of Zero’s army, the Order of The Black Knights, were still hiding out as fugitives of the state, and more pressingly still, Zero’s direct accomplice – the girl known only as CC. And that was the reason Suzaku and his team often spent hours staring vacantly at security screens, watching, waiting for one of them to attempt to make contact with Lelouch, and then they would close the trap. Whether their hidden enemies were aware of this covert operation they didn’t know, but so far, life was going on completely as normal. Nothing at all suspicious or out of the ordinary.

“I’ll take my leave now” he flatly addressed the official nearest him, who immediately turned and saluted him. “I will return for my 22:00 shift.”

“Yes, My Lord”

Well outside the complex, Suzaku emerged into the dimness of an inconspicuous indoor car park where his ride was already waiting for him. He climbed inside the spacious back area and immediately wound up all the tinted windows, ready to block the summer sun outside that mocked him so. He felt the need to just get back to his quarters and be alone until his next shift.

***

Suzaku sat alone in the small room, drumming his fingertips on the control board in front of him. The bank of surveillance screens formed a wall of light in the otherwise dark room. He was not even an hour into his watch but he was already becoming tetchy from the boredom and inactivity. Most of the Academy was quiet now, the majority of students gone home leaving only a couple of evening classes and the boarders still around. Rolo had gone off-site to the Britannia base, leaving only Lelouch to observe as he sat in the library reading. He would have to move soon though since the library was due to close at 11. Lelouch appeared to have exactly the same thought as he glanced up from his book at the clock on the wall, stretched, and stood to return the book to the shelf. As he left the display his image immediately appeared on another as he moved into the hallway. Suzaku adjusted the switches that flipped the nearest screens to Lelouch’s bedroom and bathroom in preparation for his return there.

Lelouch let himself into his room, turning on the light as he entered and shutting the curtains before flopping down on his bed. Suzaku knew that room so well he felt that he was there himself with Lelouch rather that gazing into the image on the monitor.

When he didn’t move for a while Suzaku thought he might have fallen asleep, and if he had been there in the past he would’ve laughingly poked him awake and sent him to get ready for bed, but after a few minutes he opened his eyes and got up again, wandering into the bathroom.

Lelouch brushed his teeth and ran a comb through his hair in front of the mirror, and turned to leave, but then he hesitated, and after a moment returned to the bathtub, put in the plug and turned on the taps. Suzaku fidgeted a little in his seat as the bath filled and Lelouch began to strip out of his uniform. Suzaku couldn’t keep his eyes from moving lingeringly over Lelouch’s perfect figure on the screen before him, taking in his flawless pale skin, long slender limbs and small, cute ass. He moved assuredly, lost in thought and completely unaware that he was being secretly observed by a person he knew and yet didn’t know. Even if his memories had been altered and erased, Suzaku couldn’t help but wonder if Lelouch’s body would remember his touch.

He sank back into the tub, relaxing in the water right up to his chin, a small contented smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. They had once bathed together in that bath on occasion, Lelouch laying back against Suzaku’s chest, the two enjoying the hot, soapy water. Lelouch would occasionally drop into a light snooze even then… at least until Suzaku let his hands stray playfully down between his legs.

Suzaku winced with loathing as the combination of his memories and spying on Lelouch created a familiar but somewhat unwelcome sensation in his groin. He managed to ignore it until Lelouch stood in the bath to sponge himself down, which only served to double Suzaku’s discomfort as the Lelouch on the screen ran the sponge around his ass and private area. Suzaku glanced around the room nervously despite knowing that he was completely alone, before shakily unbuttoning his trousers and sliding his fingers tentatively inside his shorts. His erection throbbed hot and needy in his hand.

“Ahhh” he muttered under his breath as he tightened his grip and stroked, his eyes fixed on the screen as Lelouch rinsed the soap from his body and hair. So radiant... not a hint in his demeanor nor mark on his body to suggest that he had weathered some terrible treatment, just Lelouch as he had been before. His other hand gripped the edge of the console sweatily as he stroked faster, screwing his eyes shut and gritting his teeth as he came, the hot sticky gush dribbling down over his knuckles and soaking into the surrounding fabric. He collapsed back into the chair panting shallowly, his gaze eventually coming back into focus on Lelouch as he just finished drying himself, and was pulling on a clean nightshirt. He left the bathroom display and reappeared in the bedroom, climbing into his big, soft bed. Suzaku shivered dejectedly in the chilly cell of a room as he imagined burrowing into that bed beside Lelouch, warm and safe in each others arms. The damp patches inside his pants had rapidly become unpleasantly cold and clung nastily to his skin, but there would be little he could do about that now. He withdrew a handkerchief from his breast pocket and cleaned off his fingers. Lelouch turned off the lights, triggering the camera to switch to night vision mode, lending an eerie glowing green tinge to the room, Lelouch’s skin and even to his silken black hair. Suzaku sighed heavily.

It was going to be a long night.