Yes Master!

Gino leans aimlessly against the couch's amply-padded backing. The special lounge reserved exclusively for the Knights of Rounds is mostly deserted. Moonlight pokes in through the large bay windows. At the lone desk in the far corner Suzaku mutters incoherently amidst the sounds of rustling papers and fingers flying over his laptop keys.

"Are you done yet? All the pretty girls will be taken by the time we get to the party." Gino coughs a little to try and catch Suzaku's attention.

"Oh," startled, the other knight turns around, stopping his work for the briefest of moments. "I didn't know you were still waiting for me Gino, what time is it?"

Exasperated, Gino sighs loudly into his palm, "it's 8:30. Milly Ashford's homecoming party started an hour ago."

"Homecoming party?" There is a layer of confusion behind Suzaku's absent-minded enquiry. "I didn't realize she had returned from the Asplund estate. As I recall, she had some business to attend to with regards to her upcoming engagement."

"DUDE! That was almost three weeks ago. Milly got back the day before yesterday and the student council decided to throw her a welcoming party. It was your idea."

"Oh." From the resumed rustlings of papers and gentle typing noises it was evident that Suzaku really thought nothing else of it.

"Well are you coming with me or not?" Forcibly extricating himself from the sofa's warm embrace, Gino crosses the room in half a dozen long strides. "Hey! Answer me idiot." His laptop clatters against the marble tiles as Gino whirls Suzaku around. His hand gripping none-too-gently on Suzaku's shoulder.

"I'm really sorry Gino, but I really have to get these performance-analysis reports completed. We never know when the Order of the Black Knights will strike next, and Lloyd needs to receive this information in a timely fashion in order to keep Lancelot, and myself, in top performance." Simultaneously scooping his laptop off the floor and gathering his paperwork in one smooth motion, Suzaku excuses himself from the quickly-reddening Gino. "If you will excuse me, it's getting late and I feel it would be best if I continue my work from the comfort of my own quarters. Good night Gino."

Several seconds pass after the door closes behind him before Gino mumbles out a response. G-g-good night...pretty girls...all gone." Dazed, and not at all angry anymore, Gino shuffles out of the room.

******

Settled comfortably at his desk in his own room, Suzaku tries in vain to complete his reports. 'I wonder if Lelouch will be at the party?' *rustle*rustle* *tap*tap*tap* In a flurry of motion he attempts to focus. 'I hardly ever get to see Lelouch these days. I wonder is he's getting along well with Rolo. According to the reports he hasn't regained his memories yet.' *rustle*rustle* Dropping his hands into his lap with a frustrated grunt, he tries his best to concentrate on the task at hand, just as his palm brushes lightly against his growing erection. 'I've been so busy I haven't even had time to take care of that recently.' Willing himself soft, Suzaku dives headfirst into thrust-balance calculations and targeting synchronization adjustments.

It takes him four hours longer than usual to file his report.

******

Waking with a mild hangover, Gino surveys his unfamiliar surroundings. He is lying in an Ashford Academy dorm room, not unlike the various other dorms rooms he has awoken in in the past. Although this one sports a little to much pink for his liking. Formalities aside, Gino surveys the most important thing, which is the girl lying naked beside him. Above average. Medium build, a little wide around the hips, but with a well-shaped ass and a full d-cup to compensate. Just 6 inches shy of his own height, and with athleticism to suggest she played some sort of rigorous sport. Probably soccer. Perky nipples, and thick full lips, both sets. Certainly a far cry from the drop-dead gorgeous beauties he was accustomed to, she had nevertheless proved quite talented in bed. 'Hmm, maybe I should go for the average girls more often.' And he almost, almost, thanks Suzaku for making him late to the previous night's party.

Gino's trousers are already halfway up his long legs when she awakens.

"Mmmf. What are you doing?" She asks sleepily. The morning light dancing across her exposed curvatures.

"Why kitten, I'm putting on my pants. I've got to get back or the other knights may start to miss me." Leaning over to pet her matted hair, auburn with a tinge of orange, she purrs seductively.

"What about good morning sex?" Gino almost, almost, stops what he is doing in surprise. He sits himself back onto her bed.

"What about it? Most girls would be much too tired after everything we did last night." He flashes his most approving smile and resumes his attentions on bringing his uniform pants up above his knees. The memory of their past exploits still hot, and rough, in his memory. He turns his head away from her musky scent only to have it snapped back around almost painfully. Her mouth engulfing his own in a frantic, open-mouthed kiss. Her lips feel so soft and warm against his own Gino almost, almost, forgets to reciprocate.

"I'm not most girls." She breathes the words into his throat and slides her dampened palm against his member.

Abandoning his trousers, Gino kicks them off to lean into her frenetic pace of gropings and hot, wet kisses. 'I'm definitely going to have to broaden my horizons'

******

He nearly ran over Cecile while rushing down the narrow corridor.

"I'm so sorry. I'm going to be late for the mission briefing." Spinning on his heels, Gino makes a stat to sprint down the remaining hallway.

"The briefing just ended." Stopped dead in his tracks, Gino feels the colour drain from his face. "Don't worry, I told Waldstein you were helping Lloyd make adjustments to the Tristan. You won't be participating this mission."

"Thanks. I don't think I'm really up to piloting anything at this point." Genuine gratefulness, as well as the returned memory of the past 8 hours puts a smile on Gino amicable face.

"I know. I was at the party last night."

'Oh. That's right. Lloyd and Cecile had started making a habit of attending any function where Milly might be in attendance.'

"Gee, I didn't notice you. Sorry. There sure were a lot of people there. Milly sure has a lot of friends." The flustered knight makes nervous smalltalk to cover up his obvious oversight.

"Come with me Weinberg. I need to talk to you."

"Yes ma'am." Although she didn't actually outrank him, Gino knew better than to get on Cecile's bad side. His lunch today was at stake here.

******

Overhead, the Tristan towers above Gino and Cecile. She offers him some lukewarm tea and gestures to the only other chair in the room. A dark stain reminiscent of the colour of pudding adorns its seat.

"How is Suzaku doing? I didn't see him at the party last night. And every time I do see him he's always nose-deep in paperwork." Cecile doesn't bother pouring any tea for herself.

"You're telling me. You guys shouldn't be so hard on him. Those performance-analysis reports look at least ten times longer than the ones I fill out for Tristan." Gulping down the chocolate-lychee green tea, Gino just manages to choke out, "he's really overworking himself."

"Oh dear. Is he really filling out the entire report himself? Devicers are only required to fill in the first 2 pages. The remainder is to be written up b the supervising technician." She nearly spits out the last two words. Gino notices the dartboard int he corner with Lloyd's photo pincushioned against it. 'Triple twenty. Not bad Ms. Cecile. Not bad at all. I wonder what you look like naked.'

"Here. Take this." Cecile hands him a small certificate. "Lloyd gave it to me as a joke for my last birthday. I'm much to embarrassed to use it myself. It doesn't expire until next week. I think Suzaku might have better use for it." Gino reads aloud the tiny print on the gilded paper.

"This coupon is redeemable towards 100% off the purchase of one unit from our newest 'Intimate Encounters Deluxe' line of pleasurable experience coordinators. Courtesy of Lloyd Asplund. CEO, Asplund Heavy Industries."

Looking up from the page, Gino can see Cecile turning redder and redder.

"Wow. I didn't know AHI made sexbots. I thought they only made domestic-support robots and knightmare components."

"No well...not officially." Is it even possible for Cecile to blush harder? "Each Deluxe model is custom made to suit its owners needs." It must take incredible blood flow to get that red. "Lloyd thought it would be funny if I got one, since I live alone. But I really don't think...that is to say I really feel that...I'mjusttooembarrasedtoredeemthismyself." That last stammer really must have taken a lot out of her. Gino reacts fast and catches Cecile just as she is about to faint.

"Although it's true Suzaku doesn't have a girlfriend, I'm pretty sure he would be even more embarrassed to use this than you Cecile."

"Well I figured as much. Which is why I asked for your help. You know Suzaku pretty well, maybe you could place the order on his behalf. Give him a pleasant surprise to distract him from all that excess work he's been doing. Just call the number on the back and they will arrange to take you in for an interview to discuss your specific needs. If you bring a photo they can make the robot look like a real person you know. After that they will deliver it to any address you specify. The whole thing usually only takes about a week."

"Gee Cecile. For somebody too embarrassed to use her coupon, you seem to know a lot about the whole process." There she goes even redder. Is that even physically possible?

"Well umm...err...let's just say that I prefer ARD."

"Ashford Research and Development? Wow you must have some really wild taste Ms. Cecile."

This time Cecile actually fainted.

******

His boots make a loud clattering sound that echoes throughout the entire atrium. Asplund Heavy Industries VIP entrance is always empty. 'I can see why Cecile didn't want to come here herself. This place gives me the chills.'

Before long, Gino arrives at a single, unmarked doorway.

"Welcome Mr. Weinberg." The door speaks to him. "Please enter right this way and we can begin your consultation. Your coupon voucher has already been approved for maximum customization."

The door slides away noiselessly as Gino enters the lavish interior. About the same size as the Knights' Lounge, the room feels less sophisticated, and more cultured. Three walls are made completely of virtual scenery, shifting effortlessly between desert sands and coral reefs. In the centre an antique leather chaise and and sofa face each other over a dark mahogany coffee table gilded in gold. Rustic wall hangings adorn the remaining wall above another, smaller doorway.

The small door opens and two stunning technicians appear in form-fitted lab coats and miniskirts. They wait for Gino to take seat on the chaise before assuming their own positions on the sofa. From where he sits, Gino can see whispers of a black lace bra poking out above the ample necklines of their coats and glimpses of matching panties underneath their skirts that don't really cover anything. They are also identical.

"Before we begin your consultation Mr. Weinberg,"
"is there anything we can get you?"
"A drink perhaps?"
"It is our sincerest apology that we no longer offer complimentary cigars,"
"in accordance with revised fire-safety"
"regulations."

'They even finish each others' sentences. That is so hot. I've never been with twins before.' Gino feels his other man rear it's head in excitement

"Umm...how about I just take one of you...on second thought, how much would it cost to get two of you?" His normally smooth voice sputters out a mile a minute.

"We are sorry Mr. Weinberg,"
"but the coupon you tendered"
"is for the purchase of one of our 'Intimate Encounters Deluxe' line,"
"which is our exclusive line of male-body pleasurable experience coordinators."
"We ourselves"
"are from the 'Flits of Fantasy Standard'"
"product line."

Snapped out of his own fantasy, one involving these succulent twin robots and a rather affectionately named Gino-Sandwich, Gino remembers his original purpose. 'Right. I need to pick one of these up for Suzaku.'

"A glass of Bourbon, no ice. First things first, can you make it looks like this?" Settling back comfortably into the chaise, Gino retrieves the photo of Lelouch he swiped from Suzaku's room when the bumbling knight hadn't been looking.

"That will"
"not be a problem."

The second technician he didn't realized had even left returns with Gino's drink and resettles herself into the sofa. The first technician's eyes flash momentarily as she scans the photo.

"Now if you are ready,"
"Mr. Weinberg,"
"we will begin the consultation."

Gino nods meekly, not trusting his own voice to answer, wishing fervently to calm himself. 'If they keep that up this is going to be a loooooooong consultation. You owe me one Suzaku.'

******

"Excuse me Kururugi sir, a delivery came in for you from AHI. I had it sent to your private quarters." Suzaku dismisses the attendant without a second thought. It's probably just the secondary stabilizer he ordered for Lancelot on Thursday. Impressive that they shipped it so quickly.

"Thank you. But please have all future deliveries sent to the knightmare hangar." It's not like carrying a stabilizer from his room to the hangar would be difficult, Suzaku just felt that if he didn't have to move the parts himself, he would have more time to work on the endless stream of reports and paperwork.

Once in his room Suzaku noticed the large secure-storage crate sitting in the centre, much too big for a stabilizer. 'I don't remember ordering something this big.' He muses as he punches in his personal authorization code to open the container.

The code goes through with a satisfying bleep and the front of the crate drops outwards. Suzaku almost trips over himself at the sight.

"L-L-L-Lelouch!" There he was, a prince of Britannia, standing inside a storage crate. "What are you doing in there." Naked. This had to be a bad joke or something. Gino, that bastard. But how did he get Lelouch to play along.

Then Suzaku noticed that while their faces are the same, the man before him couldn't possibly be Lelouch. The man in the storage crate had broad shoulders and toned muscles in his arms and legs. His skin, although still fair, was slightly tanned and looked...healthy. Lelouch would look so...weak, in comparison. What was going on?

It isn't until Suzaku ushers the mysteriously beautiful man out of the crate and drapes a towel over his body that he notices the note in his hands. A note written in an all-too familiar messy scrawl.

"Suzaku, Buddy! You've been working too hard. You need to take a break. I thought I might help you out a little. Tada! It's a sexbot. The latest model too. (I've seen how you stare at Lulu's ass every time he walks by) Can you even remember the last time you had sex? But knowing you, you would probably just sit around and talk with it all day, so I had it made with limited speech systems and an...enhanced...libido. Enjoy, XOXOX Gino."

'Gino you bastard. I'm going to kill you...huh? Why can't I get up?' Without Suzaku realizing, Robo-Lelouch had somehow managed to walk over to his bed and cuddle next to him.

"What are you doing? Let me go!"

*silence*

"Release me at once!"

*silence* Where he expected Robo-Lelouch to be cold, he felt warm and gentle against him.

"What are you...ahhh" Robo-Lelouch started moving. His supple hands moving in perfect synchronization, giving Suzaku an expert back and shoulder massage.

"Sto...Oh that feels nice." Suzaku could feel the weeks of pent-up stress and exhaustion leave his muscles through Robo-Lelouch's ungodly ministrations, "But I have to go kill Gin...Ahh, right here." His willpower rapidly losing the battle for control, Suzaku moans in pleasure as Robo-Lelouch comes across a particular cramped muscle that had been bothering him for days. "Maybe this would work better if I took my shirt off." If the massage felt this good through his shirt, Suzaku could only shudder at how it must feel without the impeding garment.

"So can you say anything at all?"

*silence* and the slightest of nods from Robo-Lelouch as he deftly removes Suzaku's shirt, and then his pants, and then his boxers.

"Hey what are you doing?"

*silence* and a look as if to say "Don't you know massages always feel better when you're naked?"

Ten minutes of heavenly stimulation as Robo-Lelouch massaged every inch of Suzaku's shoulders, back, and neck. Then he leans over the prone knight and breathes heavily in his ear. Almost as if to say "I want you."

Sitting up, Suzaku feels a poking at his back and a familiar rush as his own cock rises to the challenge. Feeling the last of his resistance slip away, Suzaku quickly shuts off his laptop and moves deeper onto the bed.

"Please be gentle with me." And then he hears the only words the robot utters as he pushes Suzaku down onto the bed.

"Yes master."

******

Sorry guys that's all for now. Possible lemon in the near future. Reviews always appreciated.