Imposter

He watched Rolo move throughout the kitchen, the subtle curves of his hips as swayed absentmindedly in place; the length of his legs as he stood on his tiptoes to dig around the third shelf of the cabinet for a mixing bowl. His eyes narrowed, the fullness of his eyelashes framing the amethyst of his soul harshly. There was a fire there, a burning disgust. He wanted to mar that beautiful white skin; he wanted to strip him of his imposter identity. He wanted to beat and humilate him, make him suffer for Nunnally's loss. He wanted nothing more than to watch his blood run dry, to feel his body turn cold beneath him...

He gritted his teeth and crossed his legs. The very thought of those fragile bones broken to pieces was arousing him. He dreamed of blood and cum to the sound of metallic whirring, Rolo beating the batter into a soft, creamy golden brown. He licked his lips.

His gaze followed the brunet's movements as he bent over to place the baking sheet into the oven, his shorts graciously outlining the countours of his round bottom. He set the timer and then turned around, bringing his attention back to his beloved "brother." They both knew the truth now, but they were good at pretending; they'd both lived a lie for so long now. Secrets sometimes seemed more real.

"Nii-san, are you asleep over there?" came the gentle question, delivered from a soft voice. Too soft, too pretty for that of a trained assassin.

"No, no," he responded, averting his hungry eyes. But why? He smirked, knowing that Rolo would do anything for him. He was the only "family" he'd ever had and there was such a possessiveness inside of him. Lelouch was his one and only, his savior, his grounding to any possibility of a semi-normal life.

"I thought you might get bored..." he muttered almost absentmindedly to himself. He was fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. Lelouch found it strange, almost humorous how submissive and uncomfortable Rolo was in everyday situations, yet completely composed when it came to cold-blooded murder.

It was awfully attractive.

Lelouch shrugged, tilting his head and smiling seductively at his false-brother. "A bit," he admitted. "But I kept myself amused... Hey, Rolo?"

The brunet turned his head quizzically towards his elder. He'd taken a seat on the arm of the chair Lelouch was lounging in, looking rather uncomfortable as he dug his bare heels into the carpet to keep himself steady. There was a devout wonder in his purple eyes. Lelouch's hand crept up to rest on his thigh, tracing invisible circles across the fabric. The boy's breath seemed to hitch, but there was no visual response.

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do, Nii-san."

Somehow, there was something so thrilling about being called 'brother' by someone he planned to fuck. It was so taboo, this psuedo-incest. Yet he'd never had those feelings about Nunnally. The idea repulsed him, yet imagining Rolo in pieces was so enticing.

His teeth worked at his lower lip, a dark chuckle forming in his throat. His hand moved to grip Rolo's, his fingers lacing gently with his as he stood up from the chair. The boy seemed to instinctively quirk an eyebrow, but he followed his "brother" willingly wherever he led. Lelouch grinned sadistically as he twirled to grip the smaller male's hips and push him roughly against the stove. The boy winced as the knobs dug into the small of his back. "Brother, what are y--" He had been swiftly cut off with a kiss.

Lelouch's lips crushed violently against his, teeth clattering upon impact, the soreness spreading across his mouth, throbbing and forming a red bruise. The vigilante's tongue invaded his mouth, groping every crevice: the ridged roof, the back of his throat, the jagged edges of his teeth. Rolo didn't understand, but he didn't fight it. His rigid body relaxed into Lelouch's demanding hands.

His lithe fingers danced up his torso, dipping teasingly into his navel and forging scratches along the outlines of his ribcage. He was dumbly obediant as his "brother" pulled his tiny shirt forcibly over his head, raising his arms and struggling out of his sleeves. He was caught off guard when his wrists were shoved hard against the handle of the microwave and the sleeves of his shirt were quickly and tightly tied to bind him there.

"Nii-san, what are you...?" His words trailed off, transfixed as he watched the elder knot the thin fabric over and over. He thrashed his hands; he could still swivel easily, but he couldn't squeeze free of the loop. He lowered his gaze, instictively assessing the situation. He had no control whatsoever; while bound, he couldn't even use the extra time his Geass would benefit him if he wanted to.

But something in him didn't want to escape. Besides, he trusted Lelouch.

"Just trust me, Rolo," he whispered into the brunet's ear softly, nibbling on the side of his jaw and down his neck. He relished in the shudder that rose in his throat, the delicate whimper that slipped from his swollen lips. He grinned and sunk his teeth in, piercing that lily white flesh and drawing blood to the surface. This time the gasp was a mix of shock and pain, causing Lelouch to shiver with delight. Somewhere along the line, he'd developed such a taste for bloodshed. Must be all that death...

He grated his nails across the boy's exposed nipples, feeling the subtle texture of goosebumps rising on the surface of his skin. His rough teasing elicited an airy sigh from the assassin, which slurred into a fuss of pain when Lelouch tore in and twisted viciously and without warning. His breath caught in his throat; how exhilerating it was to control such pain. Stars blurred his vision. There was a cannibalistic ecstasy within his purple eyes.

"I want to do," he purred between nibbles to his bloodied nipple. "Terrible things to you."

"Brother... what is this?"

"Love."

He didn't bat an eye in response to his lie. Rather, he slid his hands down his sides, the feather light touches tickling his abdomen. He wriggled and squirmed as Lelouch chewed on his lip and slowly unfastened his belt, sliding it from the loops of his pants. He didn't have time to react to the wolfish grin on his face before he was smacked upside the face with the buckle. He pulled wildly against his restraints, tears stinging his eyes as a welt began to form along his cheekbone.

An expression of hurt and misunderstanding clouded his features. Lelouch sneered, disgusted by the pathetic display, but he was good at playing the game. "Rolo, I love you," he cooed into his ear. Malicious, poisonous words. And then he folded up the leather strap and struck him again, right in the throat. He didn't wait for him to stop coughing and sputtering before jamming it into the side of his head with a snap. The metal clasp caught him in the skull and blood trickled down his temple. His head lolled on his shoulders for a few seconds, obviously disoriented.

A velvety laugh sounded from Lelouch and he leaned in to kiss his hair, unbottoning his pants and slowly sliding them down his slender legs. He groped up and down slowly, brushing the insides of his thighs with the palms of his hands. He could see Rolo's cock twitching and hardening beneath the thin, silky fabric of his boxers. He swallowed an aroused sigh, grazing the tips of his fingers over the bulge.

He stared into the glassy eyes in front of him. There were so many things whirling around in his head; so many things he wanted to do right now.

Rolo murmured his name quietly, fearfully when Lelouch turned away and began rummaging through the drawers. There were so many possibilities, but only so long he could hold off on taking his imposter brother for himself. He bared his teeth into a feverish smile at the glinting of metal. He pulled out a set of skewers, running his fingers along the pointed tips. His eyes glinted when he looked over his shoulder at the brunet all tied up, beaten and flustered. He grabbed a knife with his free hand; the edge was dulled, but it didn't matter. All the better.

He set the belt and the skewers on the counter absentmindedly. His eyelashes fluttered with foreordained ecstasy before he dug the edge of the blade into Rolo's virgin flesh, savoring the responding scream. He dragged the steel from his under his nipple, across his ribs and diaganol to his opposite hip, relishing in the vibrant crimson that bubbled up and poured from the wound. He touched it lightly, earning a hiss from the teary-eyed assassin, before digging his finger into the gash and re-tracing his work. The shrill wail that ripped from Rolo's throat was exquisite.

Lelouch nuzzled his chest almost lovingly, lowering himself to plunge his tongue into the wound, immersing himself in the magnificent metallic taste. He felt the torn edges of his skin, nibbling roughly with grinning teeth. He used his hand to continuously tease the wound, his hands and mouth being stained a beautiful, brilliant red. Rolo shuddered and whimpered and cried at all the right times; he was like a puppet on strings. Lelouch was controlling him from the insides.

"You taste so..." Weak. Pathetic. Worthless. But also, "Divine."

He felt for the set of skewers, pulling one of the long metal rods from the box and twirling it between his knuckles. Rolo blinked out a few tears and Lelouch bent forward to lick them off, smearing fresh blood across his bruised cheek. He used his thumb and forefinger to pinch one of his nipples tantalizingly, and then he pushed the skewer through the sensitive pink flesh mercilessly. He parted his lips and swallowed Rolo's scream, moaning back into his mouth at the vibrations. He hooked his forefinger through the loop at the end of the metal rod and twisted it, winding the skin itself like a clock.

For the other, he clamped his teeth down hard before forcing the long brochette through. He pressed his body against the other's, delighting in the shudder that racked his tiny, broken body. His arms draped around his sides, his fingers trailing down his spine to his tail bone, before slipping beneath his underwear and slowly sliding it down his thighs. A shiver raised more goosepimples up and down his legs. Lelouch tongued teasingly at his groin. Rolo was still so hard.

He took his swollen member into his mouth, tongue swirling firmly around the head. The boy let out an anxious moan, bucking his hips against the back of his throat. Lelouch dug his fingernails into his hip bones and pushed him back, grazing his cock with the tips of his teeth and growling. He massaged his scrotum with one hand while he reached to take another skewer...

He pulled his lips away from Rolo's erection, the tip of his tongue licking at his slit before he aligned the skewer with it. He glanced up with a wide smile; he could see the apprehension of pain in the brunet's wide, crying eyes. He pushed the pointed tip into his urethra, jiggling the metal rod around as he pierced deeper. The boy shrieked and thrashed again, but Lelouch held him down as he used his mouth to push it in, further, further, as far it could go.

When he stood up, he forcefully turned Rolo around, the boy's wrists twisting awkwardly over each other and the knotted shirt. He was pushed up onto the oven as Lelouch shoved a long finger into his anus. He let out a gasp, half hurt and half arousal. It stung as he inserted another, the lack of lubrication causing a burning friction as he scissored and stretched the tight hole. Yet Rolo seemed to spread his legs almost eagerly, mewling masochistically.

Lelouch pulled the automatic whisk from the counter where Rolo had left it, still plugged into the wall, still sticky with cookie dough. He chuckled as he licked a few chocolatey chunks off before he pressed it against Rolo's opening with some force. He struggled to push it in, stretching the tight brunet to the point of tearing, but eventually it broke through and he seemed to swallow it all.

"Please..." Rolo begged through a sob. But he didn't go any further. Maybe he wanted more?

A deranged laugh burst from Lelouch's throat as he switched it on and it began beating his insides with a whir. The cries and yelps were raw with exhaustion and agony. He ripped viciously at his bindings as tears stained his pale face. The blood was already seeping down his legs.

He tasted it almost gleefully, his entire jaw now red with gore. He reached between the boys legs, grazing his testicles with the back of his hands. He flicker the burner on to high. A flame exploded beneath Rolo's erect penis.

But he couldn't take it anymore. He carelessly removed the electric egg beater and dropped it, unconcerned as it clattered and vibrated against the counter, hanging by the cord. He undid his own buckle haphazardly, unzipping his black trousers and pulling out his own stiff cock. He wrapped the belt around Rolo's neck and pulled it tight, but not enough to truly choke him. He wheezed against the pressure.

He then pressed the head of his erection against the oozing hole, jerking his hips forward and pushing deep into his wet, sticky insides. He groaned low against the nape of his neck, pushing him down onto the hot oven.

He drank up his raucous shrieks zealously, thrusting in and out with fervor. He dug his nails into the boy's chest and dragged them to his stomach, digging up shavings of skin and blood. The fire licked at the bottom of Rolo's shaft, the hot iron casings burning hard markings into the sensitive flesh, like a brand.

He drove his penis hard into the assassin's core, causing a confused sound of enthusiasm and torture. He pushed at his prostate until Rolo came, spewing a reddened mixture of blood and cum across the reflective surface of the stove. Lelouch continued to pound into him mercilessly until he also came, sealing his wounds with hot semen.

He leaned against the smaller boy, nuzzling him lovingly and kissing at his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around him and he could feel warm tears falling onto his hands. "Why?" Rolo whispered quietly, flushing red.

"Because I love you."

"This is love?"

"Yes."

He went quiet for a moment. There was thunder in his heart. Lelouch could feel it beating in sync with his own pulse.

"I love you too, Nii-san."

Lelouch grinned feverishly. There was such blinded loyalty, such love in Rolo. All for someone who hated him, wanted merely to use him and then throw him away. He knew now that he could shape him to be anything he wanted. To think anyway he wanted.

"I'll do anything for you, brother."