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Also because The Another Code Geass Kink Meme part I is filling, and anons everywhere are worried. So this is why I bring you,
Delightful REVOLUTIONS Also known as CODEGEASSR2♥KINKMEME PART II
First Thread.
Delightful REVOLUTIONS Also known as CODEGEASSR2♥KINKMEME PART II
First Thread.
With a sigh, Suzaku's stubborn shoulders slump in defeat and he leans away from Lelouch's tipped head. "Get away from me, Lelo."
Lelo. L-E-L-O. If Lelouch remembers right, that's a girl's name; it's also the four letters than C.C. let slip out. Is Suzaku assuming that he's a girl? No, that tone was something far more resigned- less teasing than any other time, and Lelouch hates it. He was born with one name and something close to fury takes ahold on him as he rises from his seat and shouts, "It's Lelouch, not 'Lelo'!"
Blinking, Suzaku looks over his shoulder and watches as an unmasked Zero -- 'Lelouch' now -- blazes passed him in all of his foolishly furious fury and preens his flat ass out of the cabin. Meanwhile all Suzaku can think is, 'Wow.'
Lelouch doesn't mirror that thought.
'I've gone and done it now.'
The purple-eyed, dark-haired, pretty boy terrorist doesn't visit Suzaku for a long while after that.
All that Suzaku is given to pass time are thoughts that do nothing but confuse him. C.C. doesn't give him much information, and Kallen is too busy sneering at him for him to ask her anything about the 'Code'. And, as much as he wishes he could, he can't sound a bell loud enough for Schneizel to come and get him and fucking explain.
Schneizel el Britannia, his superior and commander. Schneizel, his one and only --
(There's nothing here. There's nothing about him but eyes soft enough to touch and hands and smiles gentle enough to make wildlife flourish, and a sky that seems almost endless.
"Suzaku Kururugi... I want to make a contract with you. Just once, I want to feel like I'm someone's first," an already charismatic golden-haired child of nine years says as he reaches out to the shattered remains of what was, cradling a bleeding head in his lap.
He shifts to his hands and knees, making the child's smile falter in an unsure way, at once shy and withdrawn because perhaps he's crossed a line. His own hands reach up as he leans back on his knees, taking smaller hands in his and squeezing them carefully. I only need one, he knows that this boy is trying to say. One person who looks at him and looks into him.
"Schnei--")
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