Stress Relief

There’s always been something a little bit strange about CC, Suzaku decides later. Something a little bit alien that makes her stand-offish, unapproachable. Which makes it all the more unexpected when she approaches him —

“What say you and I get our glorious emperor to take some time off and fuck him senseless?”

There’s not a heck of a lot one can say in reply to that. He settles for staring at her in bafflement. “... are you serious?” he says at last.

She blinks back, looking supremely unruffled. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Definitely alien.

He attempts a snort of disbelieving laughter and manages a hacking cough. “That’s... I... why?”

She doesn’t even roll her eyes. “Because he needs something to relax and distract him, and you’ve been wanting to get in his pants for ages. And he in mine.”

She mentions nothing of her own feelings, he notes, and briefly considers questioning her about them before dismissing it as pointless. Even in the short time that he’s known her, he’s come to realize that she doesn’t like to admit she gives a damn about anyone or anything — aside from pizza and her Cheese-kun of course.

She’s holding it now, as she sits and waits for his reply, looking almost childish in the way she hugs it close to her chest.

He flushes and looks away. “Well. That’s beside the point...”

“So you’ll admit it. That’s more than he’s managed.”

“Eh?”

She looks up at him impassively. “What, did you think he had no interest in you? Is that why you’re against it?”

He flushes even deeper, scrambles for an argument. It had been the reason. “I... well... is it really a good idea? I mean, shouldn’t we be focussing on...?”

“All work and no play is a bad policy,” she says simply, and he gives in.

“... alright, when?”

—
There’s a perceptible air of anticipation around the dinner table that evening (they always dine alone, just the three of them), so much so that Suzaku has a hard time understanding how the Emperor can be unaware of it. But no, Lelouch finishes and makes his way in Suzaku’s company to his bedroom in complete ignorance.

It is only when he flicks on the bedroom light and sees CC sprawled upon his bedcovers, completely naked, that he pauses.

“CC, you have your own room now. Please retire to your own quarters.”

Suzaku has to give him credit for being able to speak so levelly. He himself can barely look away from the spectacle of her lying there, gazing up at them coyly with her green hair spilling across her shoulders and over her bare breasts, body twisted in such a way that her lower half is only just out of sight. Her gaze flicks to him, not so coy.

Ah. That’s his cue.

“Ah, Lelouch,” he says awkwardly from just outside the doorway. His king turns to look at him, a question in his eyes. “... we were just wondering... it’s kind of odd, I know, but... CC and I...”

“We want to have sex with you,” she interrupts, apparently having run out of patience for his bumbling explanation.

Lelouch’s eyes widen as he turns back to the bed. “... you what?”

She sits up. “We want to engage in sexual activity with you, if that’s easier for you to understand. You need to have a bit of fun. Suzaku, shut the door.” She nods to him, and her hair moves, displaying a nipple.

He swallows and tears his gaze away. “... yes,” he says, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him.

“Look,” begins Lelouch, holding up his hands in a ‘wait-a-moment’ gesture. “Not that I don’t... appreciate the offer, but now is not really the best time to be getting distracted — ”

“That’s just the thing, though,” interrupts Suzaku as he makes his way to the bed. “All this stress... you need a relief of some sort, or you’re going to start making mistakes.”

“Yes, I need to sleep,” Lelouch says flatly, then pauses. “Suzaku, are you actually seriously considering this?”

A helpless shrug. He’s not sure what to say — before now, he hadn’t wanted to be improper or make any unwanted advances, but if CC was telling the truth... “Why?” he can’t stop himself from asking, “Don’t you want me — us?”

A blush begins to spread across the other’s face. “Well... I mean, I’m not against it, but — ”

“So stop complaining and get over here,” says CC lazily, leaning back on her elbows. Suzaku tries not to look at her, instead keeping his gaze on Lelouch as he hesitantly crosses the room to stand in front of the bed.

“I...” he says, and swallows. It appears he’s finally taken notice of CC’s state of undress.

“Come on,” she says, tilting her head to give him an even more appealing view. “You want this, right?”

A moment of hesitation that seems to last far longer than a few seconds, and he nods. Suzaku lets out an almost imperceptible sigh of relief, and settles back on the bed as CC rises more fully off of it to feel at Lelouch’s collar. He can see the way that Lelouch’s eyes follow those hands, can see the faint blush, as she tugs at and loosens it, and feels a heat start to pool in his groin. It’s arousing him more than seeing CC naked, the sight of his friend so embarrassed and yet willing.

“First things first,” says the witch, “we need to get you out of these clothes.” And she finds the clasps, pulls the shirt open to bare his chest.

Lelouch looks as though he wants to step back or cross his arms over his chest, but he won’t do it. He doesn’t want to display anymore vulnerability in front of CC and Suzaku, even if they are his most trusted allies. Suzaku understands; Lelouch hates looking weak, no matter what.

But, hell if his attempt at being stoic and unaffected didn’t make Suzaku want to just cuddle him against his chest and fuck him so hard he’d scream...

CC seems more amused than anything else. It’s as she’s pulling his shirt down — and he moves his arms to accommodate her, used, once more, to servants to help him dress and undress — that she kisses him, briefly, on the mouth. He goes momentarily still, and then shrugs completely out of his robes so that he is standing there before the two of them, chest bare and pale in the light.

He stares at her, cheeks red, and licks his lips as if in preparation to ask a question — he glances up at Suzaku, watching quietly but avidly from the bed, and CC turns as well.

“Oh, of course,” she says wryly. “How could I be so selfish?” She steps around Lelouch and he turns his body to follow her, nervously.

She sets her hands on his chest and pushes so that he stumbles backward until he is standing right in front of Suzaku.

“Ah, what...?” says the knight, momentarily nonplussed.

She doesn’t say anything — Lelouch has caught her up in a kiss, out of revenge, perhaps. It’s an act of initiative that neither she nor Suzaku had fully expected. Whether or not he knows what he’s doing, Suzaku can’t tell, but as it is... there is Lelouch’s temptingly naked lower back to consider.

There’s a small sound from Lelouch as he hooks his fingers in the waistband of his pants and begins to tug them down. He’s pulled back from CC when Suzaku looks up to see what the matter is, twisting his body to look behind him.

“Suzaku, you’re — ” he begins, eyes widening. CC grabs his chin in her hand.

“Hush,” she reprimands. “We’re trying to relax you.”

“I’m not sure that... ah.” He appears to be distracted by the sensation of her other hand trailing down his torso as Suzaku works at tugging his pants down over those familiarly ridiculous black briefs.

She draws his face close to hers again. Suzaku runs his fingers curiously up the bare curve of that bony spine, feeling him shiver at the sensation, and listens as they kiss — again! And he hasn’t even gotten to kiss him once, yet.

There are ways to fix that.

“Hey — that tickles!” protests the Emperor as his knight presses his lips against the small of his back. He tries to move, push his head away, but CC catches his hands and sets them on her waist.

“Stop whining,” she says lazily, pushing herself up against him, and Suzaku can feel the grind of her hips against Lelouch’s through his body. Not to be forgotten, he kisses his way up his spine, wraps his hands around his waist — Lelouch moans at the combined sensations, momentarily undone.

Up, and up, following the curve of the spine until he’s reached the junction of his neck and collar. Lelouch is sweating already, the wimp, though it might be more out of embarrassment than exertion. His hands won’t settle on CC’s hips, instead shifting and moving awkwardly, tentatively drifting up her back as she pushes against him.

Her gaze catches Suzaku’s, and she rolls her eyes, pulls back from Lelouch. “You are pathetic,” she informs him. Suzaku can’t keep a grin from crossing his face as the other boy searches for a scathing retort.

“And you’re a - hey!” he squawks as she pushes him onto the bed so that he is almost sitting on Suzaku. He squirms when Suzaku follows the only logical course of action and pulls him into his lap, rubbing against his growing erection and making him gasp.

He goes still at that.

“Suzaku, you...?” he begins, a little surprised, twisting his neck to see his face. Suzaku flushes, a little embarrassed, but before Lelouch can be too smug about it he kisses him. He jerks back on impulse, but Suzaku’s hand is at the back of his head, keeping him there, and after a second he relents, kisses back hesitantly.

The sound of shifting cloth, and CC’s hand is rubbing over Lelouch’s crotch, making him moan into Suzaku’s mouth and push back harder into his lap. His eyes drift shut, cheeks flushed from pleasure, as CC mouths her way down his chest, pausing near the base of his stomach.

Suzaku draws back to just look at him, enjoy the sight of his pleased face as CC strokes his erection through the cloth. Too soon, Lelouch opens his eyes, sees Suzaku looking and turns away abruptly, trying to retain some dignity and control.

“Ng — hey,” His voice rasps a little as he reaches down to bat at CC’s hands. “Just — take it off — ”

She looks up at him, eyebrows raised, and exchanges a glance with Suzaku. Without a word, he takes Lelouch’s remarkably small waist in his hands and lifts him so that she can pull the pants down and away, leaving only the small black briefs he persists in wearing no matter what role he takes. It’s done quickly enough that Lelouch doesn’t have time to complain before CC is distracting him again, kissing the insides of his thighs. Instead, he takes in a shuddery breath and settles his hands loosely over Suzaku’s.

Suzaku wants to kiss him again, on the lips, but Lelouch won’t turn his head and when he moves his hands away Lelouch only turns them over and threads their fingers together. So instead he settles for kissing his neck again, licking briefly at his jaw-line as CC pulls the briefs down, too.

And he wants to reach for him, too, wants to touch him and stroke him and make him thrust into his hands, but CC gets there first. He watches avidly as her lips close around Lelouch’s erection, pays very close attention to the sound he makes, something between a gasp and a moan. She tilts her head just a little, and swallows him deeper. He lets out a slightly choked breath and slumps against Suzaku, tilting his head back on his shoulder.

His eyes are shut again, and his mouth is open just a little. He seems to be almost relaxed, but his fingers are tight around Suzaku’s, clutching at his hands, and his hips are moving just a little. A slight roll and rock as CC moves, slowly moving forward and back. One of her hands still rests on Lelouch’s stomach, fingers stroking softly against his skin, and the other is clutching at Suzaku’s leg for balance. Her grip is firm, not too tight, but not gentle, and he thinks again that she’s a very strange woman. Her eyes are only half-open, gaze fixed on him, he thinks, not Lelouch. Wondering about his next move?

He pulls his hands away from Lelouch’s, sets one over CC’s and her eyes widen. Her fingers are very pale, almost the same colour as the flesh they’re settled on, and cold, he notices. Not quite sure why, he rubs a thumb against the back of her hand.

She pulls away from Lelouch, his still-hard cock sliding out of her mouth with a wet sound. Lelouch moves against Suzaku, turning his face into his neck, and Suzaku swallows.

“What?” says the knight at last, to CC. She says nothing, so he curls his hand around hers, perhaps to warm it, but she tugs it away and stands, staring at them with a curious expression. He can only imagine how they must look — both very aroused, he in his much-ruffled uniform, and Lelouch naked and trembling.

“What is it now, witch,” says Lelouch, voice muffled against Suzaku’s neck. He’s trying for exasperation, but it comes out too breathless and strained. His hands are curved in loose fists on the bed.

“Nothing,” says CC, voice and face unreadable. “Just a change of position.”

That certainly gets his attention. He pulls away from Suzaku and stares at her, face very red from both the heat and arousal. “What do you...” he begins warily, and she takes his legs in her hands, spreading them apart.

“Hey!” he says. “That’s indecent — !”

And indeed, it gives Suzaku and CC a very good look at his crotch. Unable to resist, Suzaku reaches his hand around to touch, running one finger up his length. Lelouch’s hips jerk and his legs fall from CC’s grasp, still spread and sprawling over Suzaku’s legs. Suzaku closes his eyes at the spark of pleasure it sends through him, closing his hand around Lelouch’s —

But no, there are CC’s soft, dainty hands pulling him away. He opens his eyes to see her kneeling down between Lelouch’s legs again, both hands now holding them apart to allow her better access. Lelouch’s breath is shallow and whining slightly in his ears.

Annoyed at her for having one-upped him, Suzaku grasps Lelouch’s waist and thrusts shallowly forward, forcing both he and the witch to move as he dictates. She glares up at him, somehow managing to look imposing even when she has a cock in her mouth. He ignores her, hands sliding up Lelouch’s torso to cradle the back of his head and turn it toward him just a little.

He could kiss him, maybe, but it’s not quite what he wants. Lelouch’s eyes have half-opened again, staring at him in confusion. Suzaku’s fingers ghost over his throat, his chin, settle on his lips. Lelouch’s eyes widen, and he pushes two fingers into his mouth, holding the back of his head so he can’t move away.

There’s a moment when Lelouch considers struggling, he can see it. But another bob on CC’s head between his legs, and it passes — his eyes slide shut again and he sighs, sucks lightly at Suzaku’s fingers. His tongue moves against them, soft and probing, mimicking what CC is doing to his cock. And after a moment they get into a sort of rhythm, CC between his legs, and his and Suzaku’s hips, and his mouth around Suzaku’s fingers, hot and wet, half-opening at times so that he can moan quietly.

Suzaku half-shuts his eyes as they move, the room silent except for Lelouch’s little moans and the soft wet sounds from him and CC. He’s far too hot, still in his uniform. Lelouch isn’t moving fast enough against him, he wants more. He brings the speed up, a little, and Lelouch’s face draws into a frown, though his eyes are still shut. His hands fist in the bed sheets. He’s breathing harshly — Suzaku had forgotten, of course, how little stamina he has —

There’s a sudden sharp pain in his fingers. Lelouch is biting them, his expression clearing into one of bliss, and his hips move forward violently — “Ah... hah... hah - ”

He goes very still as he comes, straining forward, and after, he falls back, absolutely limp against Suzaku. CC draws back without a word, sitting on the floor and staring up as Suzaku, desperately looking for more pleasure, keeps thrusting forward against Lelouch’s exhausted body.

Nn... more... come on...

“Stop it, Suzaku,” says Lelouch, voice peevish and raspy. When Suzaku slows, he takes advantage of the moment and pulls away sprawling across the bed.

“But...” says Suzaku, staring at him. He can’t be serious. No way are they finished —

A hand on his cheek, tilting his head up, and CC’s lips are on his.

He lets out a muffled grunt of surprise as she tips him back onto the bed, climbing on top of him. She’s swallowed by now, of course, but he can still taste the traces of Lelouch’s come in her mouth.

“Ah... sure, that’s a good idea,” mutters Lelouch from somewhere to the left. Suzaku’s shut his eyes, but when CC pulls back he opens them again to see her gazing at the emperor with a bit of exasperation.

“You’re a selfish bastard,” she informs him, and he snorts, crawls up tiredly toward the pillows. It’s a very big bed, Suzaku realizes. Which is a good thing, because it means there’s room for him and CC to...

To...

She crawls off and past him, lays herself down like a cat in the centre of the bed and looks at him out of the corner of her eye. Suzaku swallows, begins to form a question —

“Hurry up,” she drawls, turning over a little. “Or I’ll just take care of myself...” And her hand wanders teasingly across her bare stomach and thighs.

He unbuckles his pants, quickly, and pulls them down over his knees and feet, crawling over to her as he does so. He can’t be bothered to remove the shirt. She turns her head, watches with some interest as he straddles her.

“This outfit is ridiculous,” he hisses, for Lelouch’s benefit, as he leans down over her and kisses lightly at the base of her neck. One of his hands cradles her breast. She lets out a tiny gasp and cranes her head back, arching into his touch. Her hands come up to rest on his waist.

He had not expected to get quite a reaction out of her, but he’s not in the mood for more foreplay. So he sets himself against her entrance — she’s quite wet already, he realizes — and slides in carefully, slowly.

She makes a strange sound, and a strange expression. Pleasured, he thinks later, and it’s weird to think that she can feel such a human sensation. But no time for such thought now. He’s close, again, and she’s so very tight and warm...

He wants to keep his eyes open and watch her, see the way her face twists into almost-human expressions as he fucks her. But her arms curl around his waist and tug, just a little, and his will falters. He folds into her with a sigh, face settling against her chest, hands firm on her sides, and stops thinking about anything.

He lets out a sort of moan when he comes, but it’s smothered by her flesh. She comes not a moment later, bucking up against him and completely silent aside from her harsh breathing — he would not have expected anything else. And then it’s over, the two of them tangled together, he still half-dressed, and Lelouch watching them from the pillows.

A few blissful moments of just lying there, breathing, thinking of nothing.

Then — “Get off,” she says quietly, pushing lightly at his chest. He acquiesces without complaint, rolling over so that he is staring at the ceiling. He turns his head to the side, blinks lazily at Lelouch — who is still naked, he notes, sprawled haphazardly against the pillows and head-board with none of his usual grace.

“Did you enjoy the show?” asks CC, crawling over to slip beneath the blankets.

“Hm,” he says, shutting his eyes and leaning back against the headboard. He looks very, very, tired, and it’s perhaps because of this that Suzaku pulls up the covers around him and settles him down. CC curls up against his side, and Suzaku draws back, searching for his pants.

“What are you doing?” asks Lelouch, blinking at him.

Suzaku pauses. “Ah... Well, I just thought...”

“Get in,” orders the emperor, shutting his eyes again. Suzaku stares at him blankly, and then looks at CC for reassurance. She gives him an unreadable look and then shuts her eyes, snuggling a little against Lelouch.

He chooses to take it as an invitation, and a few minutes later he’s stripped himself of his shirt and joined the two of them, drifting off to sleep next to the emperor and his witch.