C.C., the one time affair

Her master was distraught. She could tell. He was such a strange person, a complete mystery to her. He only spoke to her in riddles, never giving a clear answer and always thinking about something. He never seemed to relax or simply sit and rest. She fingered the band-aid around her finger.

“He’s such a strange person.” She mumbles while looking at the back of his chair. Lelouch hunched over, fingers steepled, deep in thought. He didn’t even hear her.

The mask was lying on the table next to her and she lightly ran her hand over it. It was so strange, the way he seemed to have a split personality. One moment he was the world’s greatest terrorist, capable of overthrowing countries and achieving anything he wanted to. And the next he was merely a boy, afraid of failure and insecure as surprises kept popping up. She simply couldn’t understand him, the way he had been concerned when he had seen the cut on her finger while a moment earlier he had caused it by shattering the plate she had been carrying. But most of all, she thought, he looked completely and utterly alone.

She knew how that felt. She had always been alone. But right now she felt…protected. She felt safe. Even though he wouldn’t let her out of his quarters she didn’t feel threatened. The other people she had seen scared her, they all seemed so serious and bent on war. They all seemed mad to her. Her protector seemed to possess that same madness at times, and yet he was so different, so fragile at times.

When she looked back at him she could almost see the aura of loneliness that surrounded him. There was something that felt…odd about him. There was something about him that tried to pull her closer but she couldn’t identify the feeling. Maybe he felt it too and was that the reason why he was so kind to her. A weird feeling overtook her, a sense of deep connection. There was the image of a symbol floating around in her mind, bright red and it made her think of a bird in flight. It was as if she was floating in a void, taken away on a tide of immense power. Something beckoned her, calling out to her. Images flickered, things she had never seen but they had her in it. And then it was gone and she was once again sitting on the low table in Zero’s quarters.

She shook her head. She felt disoriented. She had never felt something so strange. Lelouch stood up, rising out of his chair, a strange rigidity in his posture.

“Did he notice something?” she wondered and felt afraid for some reason.

But if he had he didn’t let it show. He walked around the chair and to his room without any signs of anything being wrong. He had looked at her briefly, a mere sideways glance, but she had seen the sadness in those violet eyes. It struck something inside her.

The door to his chambers opened and closed with a hiss and then he was gone. She was once again left to her own musings. She looked at the closed door with a frown. It was unusual for him to go in there. He had insisted for her to use the room. She had refused, afraid that it was a trap but he had ordered her to eventually and she had relented.

And so Lelouch, alias the infamous Zero, slept on the couch, leaving the luxurious bed in his private chambers to her.

But not this evening it appeared. He hadn’t said a word to her at all the last few hours, despite her attempts at getting him to eat something.

She desperately wanted to help her master, to relieve some of his worries, even if it was for a short while, to see him smile just once. But what could she do?

She hovered near the door, a little afraid to enter but desperate to do something, anything.

The door opened but the lights didn’t spring to life. The atmosphere was gloomy and oppressive. Lelouch was lying on his side on the far side of the bed. His Zero outfit thrown carelessly in a corner. He hadn’t even bothered to crawl under the blankets. It was never particularly cold aboard the Ikaruga but she could see him shiver slightly.

She slowly crawled forward. If he had heard her enter he didn’t react.

Part of her was afraid that he would lash out again. It scared her but she knew that he would never truly hurt her, not intentionally just to hurt her. Of that she was sure.

“Is that a sign that he truly cares about me?” she wondered “Or is it something he feels he must do, protecting me?”

She hesitantly approached him, leaning on the bed with one knee. Her hand hovered and inch above his shoulder. Trepidation struck her.

“Master?” she called out softly but got no response. She strengthened her resolve.

Master?” she called once more. Still no answer. Her hand lowered half an inch before his voice stopped her.

“Call me Lelouch C.C.” he said, his voice devoid of emotion “It’s truly unbefitting of you to address me like that. It makes me feel like a criminal.”

His sudden words surprised her so much she jumped back in surprise, straight of the bed. She stood there like a kid caught with a hand in the cookie jar.

“I’m sorry master…” And then his eyes were boring into hers, with that look that meant total obedience “…Lelouch.”

His eyes closed once more and he turned away again, letting her stare at the back of his head in wonder.

Neither of them moved and time slowly ticked by.

“Was there something you wanted?” Lelouch asked suddenly and she jumped.

“Well…” she began in a small voice “it’s just that…I…I would like…”

“What?” he snapped irritably.

“I just want to comfort you.” She yelled with all the courage she could muster.

His eyebrows rose as he looked at her with a calculating look. But after a moment he turned back around. “I wish to be alone C.C.”

“But master…”

“Get out. That’s an order.” He snapped, a hand pointing at the door and a mad look in his eyes.

She was shivering. Part of her wanted to leave, obey the order like she should. But another part of her told her to stay, that the order was merely a way of sealing himself off.

“I won’t.” she said with tears in her eyes, as if disobeying hurt her.

The look stayed on his face for another few moments before disappearing. In a blink his back was once again turned towards her.

“Stubborn witch.” He muttered.

The term struck something inside her, but it wasn’t something bad. She had heard him use the term before when referring to her but she had never gotten the feeling it was meant as an insult. Whenever he called her this she felt inexplicably drawn to him.

She ventured closer again. Leaning on the bed she put her hand on his shoulder without hesitation this time.

“Please ma…” the eyes opened and regarded her with that look again “Lelouch, don’t send me away, I can feel your pain.”

“No C.C., you don’t.” he said with loss in his tone “At one point maybe you did but you not anymore.”

He was speaking in riddles again and she didn’t understand them but she didn’t care.

He felt her drop down onto the bed. Before he could turn around and see what she was doing he felt her press against him and sneak an arm around his waist, pulling him against her in a comforting embrace.

His body stiffened for a moment, resisting her but he relented a moment later.

“Can I ask you something Lelouch?” she asked timidly as she revelled in the fact that he was relaxing in her embrace.

He remained silent and taking the leap she voiced her question.

“Why is it that you take care of me like this?”

His body stiffened once again before going completely limp, as if every desire had left him at once.

“I made a promise to someone…a person that knew me like no one else, a promise to make you smile when…”

“When what?” she asked curiously.

“It doesn’t matter now.” he said evasively “She’s gone. She sacrificed herself for me it seems. And now I have to take care of you.”

To her it sounded like he was burdened with her. “Master, if I’m bothering you, please tell me so and I’ll leave, I can take care of myself…”

He turned around in an instant. Her arm fell to her side and he was hovering above her, his eyes determined as he spoke.

“You’re not a burden. Taking care of you is something I must do, to repay what you have granted me.” He forgot her momentary relapse of ‘master’ for now.

She couldn’t stand those eyes and she averted her own.

“You are too kind. I have done nothing for you that grants me such kindness.”

“You’re wrong.” He said with determination and her eyes sprang back to his “You’ve done more for me than you could ever imagine.”

Those eyes had captivated her and now she couldn’t look away. She didn’t know why she did it but one moment she was lying down with him hovering above her and the next her lips had smacked against his.

Her eyes were close as she hooker her hand behind his neck to keep her up so she didn’t see his shocked expression. When he didn’t respond he drew back a little and saw the look on his face.

“M…master?” she asked tentatively.

“It’s Lelouch, you crazy witch.” He said as his expression softened and he lowered her down to the bed. His tone had grown soft as well.

“Did I do wrong?” she asked after a moment when he remained lying still on top of her, her breasts pressing against his chest.

“No, I am merely…confused.” He said, his breath tickling her ear.

“Why? Am I not…to your wishes?” she asked a little scared, he voice a whisper and he shuddered when her breath tickled his neck.

“You are but…this doesn’t feel right.”

“Why?” she asked puzzled as she slowly brought her arms up and hugged him to her, relishing in the feeling of having him so close to her.

“Because I feel like I’d be taking advantage of you if we go any further.”

“You are not taking advantage of me are you, I am doing this of my own free will.”

She pushed him to the side but didn’t release him so that now she was on top with him lying beneath her.

“C.C., you’re not.”

“Please master Lelouch.” Apparently she had found the perfect balance now “Don’t turn me away now.” she asked with a voice that sounded so fragile he thought he would break her if he did.

She pushed herself up a little so she could look him in the eyes.

“Please don’t turn me away.” She asked again, her eyes filled with emotion and shiny from tears that were starting to form in the corner of her eyes.

When he looked at her in that instant he couldn’t refuse her request. Even while knowing that the real C.C. would probably kill him if she ever came back. Well…at least she would make his life hell for a while.

“I won’t.” he said simply.

She lowered her head and their lips met again. He reacted this time and held her face as he kissed her back tenderly. He pushed her back a little and looked at her with affection written all over his face.

“C.C., you are a witch, but you are my witch. Never let anyone tell you otherwise.”

“Yes master Lelouch.” She said with a joy that made his heart flutter, a couple of tears did flow this time.

And then she was upon him. Planting kisses on his neck, his jaw and then his mouth. She opened her lips slightly and traced her tongue along his lips. He responded in kind.

Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt while they hungrily devoured each other.

Once his shirt was open he pushed her back with his body so that he was upright. She fell back, now sitting between his legs and looked up at him perplexed. He shrugged of the shirt and lunged at her again, his lips pressing against hers with desire. He grabbed hold of her blouse and drew separated for a moment. She understood and lifted her arms above her head, allowing him to take of the garment.

She wore no bra, she never did as far as he knew, and today he was grateful for it. He stared at them, only having seen glimpses of them before. There was no avoiding it when you lived in the same quarters. She blushed and looked to the side, his gaze making her uncomfortable.

He didn’t waste time, he swooped down and planted a kiss on her jawbone. She shuddered.

He slowly made his way down, tracing her skin with his tongue. He licked through the valley of her breasts and then up again, circling her left nipple. He clamped his mouth down on her nipple and sucked lightly, flicking the nipple with his tongue. C.C. moaned in delight.

He put his hand on her other breast and started kneading it.

An even louder moan escaped her lips and she clasped his head in her hands, holding him in place.

He didn’t mind but he did switch to her right breast with his mouth and started kneading her left breast. She whimpered delightfully and had to close her eyes in pleasure.

She was in heaven. She had never felt such love from someone toward herself and she almost couldn’t bear it. But she was also determined that she was not the only one that would receive pleasure.

She pulled his head away from her breast and looked into his eyes, trying to tell him how she felt right now with just her look. It made his breathing catch.

She placed a hand on his chest and softly pushed him back down to the mattress.

The look on her face made him shudder. Her eyes slightly closed and a mischievous grin curving her lips. It truly took his breath away as she leaned over him on all fours. She dipped her head down and kissed him briefly on the lips before making her way down his body.

While she places light kisses on his chest and abdomen, her hands worked on getting his pants unzipped and he lifted his hips slightly, allowing her to pull his pants and underwear down.

His manhood sprang free of its confines and hit her tummy, making her blush. A happiness flooded over her, because her master was obviously aroused by her.

She grabbed hold of him and he let out a hiss. Her hold was firm as she slowly starting stroking him. Up and down, up and down.

She loved the way he squirmed beneath her. His eyes firmly closed as he tried to bear with the pleasure she was sending him, his hands clutching the sheets.

But she wasn’t done. She shimmied a little further down and then, very lightly, placed a kiss on the crown of his dick. His eyes flew open and he looked at her in horror, seemingly afraid of what would happen next. He opened his mouth to say something but it was too late.

She plunged down, taking him into her mouth, going as deep as she dared.

The feeling overwhelmed him. He felt like his mind would explode and then he moaned her name.

“...C.C….”

The way he said it made her feel like she was the most precious thing in the world.

She bobbed her head up and down, her tongue crawling around his shaft and he moaned even louder. His right hand let go of the sheet. He placed it on her head, sinking his fingers into her luxurious hair, begging her not to stop.

She moved head up until only his crown remained in her mouth, Her tongue swirling around it while her right hand began stroking him once more.

He couldn’t help it, he moaned hard and loud. The pleasure she was giving him was truly a torture. He was getting close very fast. His pride kicked in and calmed his lust a little. He couldn’t let it end that fast. He wanted her too enjoy it too.

Using all the willpower he possessed he calmed down a little and called out for her.

“C.C.” her eyes shot up and looked into his. He had never seen anything sexier. Those amber eyes, filled with passion and lust, gazing at him while she had his cock in her mouth. She was like a goddess to him at that moment. He almost gave in to that image and let his lust run free again but his resolve was stronger. He was Zero after all.

He cupped her cheeks and gently lifter her head up. She stopped her ministrations, looking at him in without saying anything, curious about why he had stopped her.

And then he was kissing her again. Not gently or with love but with a hunger for passion that surprised her. He was truly devouring her and she reciprocated in kind, kissing him with abandon.

He pulled her on top of him, her breasts now pressed against his chest without any clothes separating them and the heat of the other’s body surprised both of them.

He rolled her over without breaking the kiss so that he was in top now. he kissed her long and deeply before breaking free of her mouth and starting to nibble on her neck before flicking her earlobe with his tongue. He started making his way down, his tongue trailing over her skin and it made her shiver while letting out a low guttural moan. He lingered on her breasts for a moment, passing each nipple and giving each a thorough lick. Her ventured further down, lapping across her belly which made her giggle before he arrived at her waistband. He paused, looking up at her and staring into those captivating amber orbs. She looked a little scared at that moment, the blush on her cheeks making her look very cute to him. His fingers carefully took hold of her white shorts and panties and he pulled them down slowly, past her knees and then her ankles, throwing them aside carelessly. She was fully exposed to him now and he had to stop for a second to admire the view of the beautiful girl trembling beneath him with anxiety.

His hand travelled up her leg, brushing over it ever so lightly before running his fingers up and down her slit. She gasped and her blush deepened. She was wet already and it bolstered him as he explored how she reacted to certain things, like brushing his thumb over her clit. He inserted a finger into her, making her press her legs together, trapping his arm while she pressed her eyes closed. Moving his finger in and out of her made her cringe, making the most wonderful sounds

After a little while of stimulating and seeing her in so much pleasure he went one step further.

Gently he pushed her legs apart a little and moved between them hunching over so that he could see her sex up close. He looked up at her again, seeing her looking back again. She looked a little afraid of what was to come.

“Master Lelouch…” she started, her voice wavering slightly “you don’t have to…”

But it was too late. The moment she had started speaking he had gotten that determined smile on his face and then plunged down. His tongue reached out and made contact with her nether lips. She cried out, her body stiffening for a moment before it sagged like it was made of jelly. She whimpered and moaned as his tongue explored her, savouring her. He lapped up and down first, then briefly closed his mouth over her clit and sucking on it lightly. She made a particular squeaking sound when he did that. He let go again, moving his tongue down slightly and plunging it into her. Her toes curled from the sensation. This time it was her grabbing fistfuls of the sheet.

He kept up his ministrations for a while. Moans now escaped her lips continuously, growing louder and more intense as time progressed. He got a feeling she was close and he didn’t want her to just yet.

His face came up and he looked at her, his expression one of love and affection. She let out a moan of regret, she hadn’t wanted him to stop.

“Are you ready my witch?” he asked, his voice low and a bit apprehensive. She nodded slightly.

He moved up so that his face was once again level with hers. She looked up at him with a look of utter devotion and thrust.

Taking the initiative, she grabbed hold of his member and guided him to her entrance. With the tip resting at her entrance he paused briefly, dipped his head down and kissed her deeply. The momet their mouths opened and their tongues met he slowly started entering her. He had his closed but hers were wide open as the sensation registered. She made no sound but grabbed his head with both hands, locking him in place as she kissed him back with everything she had.

He took his time to enter her completely. He didn’t know whether she was a virgin, who knew what she would’ve done to him had he ever dared to ask, so he decided to be careful with her. He didn’t wish any pain upon her. She had already sacrificed enough for him. When he was completely inside the kissing stopped. He drew back and looked at her face and the wondrous expression on it. It seemed unnecessary but he asked anyway.

“Are you alright?”

She nodded and then she pushed up slightly and bucked against him.

A grunt escaped his lips. He struggled to keep himself up, leaning on his arms. After getting used to the feeling of her inner walls sliding up and down his member he managed to gather his strength and thrust back. He had his pride, he wouldn’t let her do all the work.

Both moaned in pleasure, primal sounds that needed no words to be explained.

The sound of rutting teens filled the room and in that moment, the world outside didn’t matter. If Brittania had attacked them then Lelouch didn’t think he would’ve cared. All the mattered was the green haired beauty beneath him, her arms laced around his neck, her eyes closed and face pointed sideways. Every time he trust back into her she squeezed her eyes closed a little firmer before relaxing as he pulled out slightly. Over and over again.

They sprang open, a determination filling them. She surprised him by pulling him on top of her. His arms buckled beneath their combined weight. She rolled him over, pulled her legs up on either side of him.

Now she was riding him and Lelouch’s immensely capable mind was blown away as she started moving like she had a point to make. He moaned loud and hard, thrashing beneath her.

He was nearing his peak fast now. He looked at her and she was staring down at him, her face resolute and her eyes burning. He tried to warn her but his voice wouldn’t work like he wanted it to. Only stray syllables came out. She rose one, two, three more times before she plunged herself down one final time, screaming her release. Her scream drowned him muttering her real name out as he too came, harder than he ever had before.

She fell down on top of him, utterly spent and still connected. She looked at the side of his face with half-lidded eyes.

“Aishiteru…” she muttered. Her eyes fluttered close. She was asleep the next moment.

He looked at her with an inscrutable expression.

“Who knows…”

He put one arm around her, hugging her to him while he used the other to pull the blanket over them both.

“Who knows…”

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AN: just something that sprung in my mind while I was watching the series (again). Hope you enjoyed. This was my first attempt at adult fanfiction so let me know what you think.