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Title: don't have one yet
Fandom: Code Geass + Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: Nise/Rolo (with mentions of Lelouch/Rolo)
Rating: have some NC-17
Warnings: Sex, mentions of drugs, other stuff generally not good for kids... maybe some rock and roll too.
Notes: lol, Schooljours-verse where Rolo and Nise attend Britannia High, Lelouch is the lecherous principal, etc etc. That means it's AU very much. Um, mostly puting this here so I don't lose it or something. Might add more later.

“How long do you think it takes for Xanex to kick in?”

Nise jerked his head up from the math homework he was struggling on to give Rolo a strange look. The lower classman was chewing on the edge of his pen again, a habit he’d taken up during one of his attempts at quitting smoking.

Nise watched his “tutor” warily. It’d been six months since Rolo Haliburton transferred to Britannia High School, and to everyone’s surprise, he gained quite the reputation in his first week. Looking something like a shy and timid half-Japanese, half-American with a style right out of an Abercrombie & Fitch commercial, Rolo was initially suspected of being either the son of some Yakuza family in Witness Protection or a model for a kid’s clothing line. But after his fight with the notoriously violent Hall Monitor, Kyouya Hibari, most of the rumors focused on the Yakuza story.

Due to the fight, which left Hibari in a cast for weeks (but no less dangerous) and Rolo with a broken nose, students soon learned not to take Rolo’s sweet façade for granted.

Within no time, Rolo became a second Hall Monitor (for some reason, he and Hibari had bonded over the fight). But his fighting skills aside, Rolo was also known for his mind. He was smart. Very smart, and worked hard to stay keep his grades some of the best in the entire district. He had quickly risen to the top of his class and took on tutoring a few select students.

That was how Nise met Rolo. Naminé, his younger cousin and the one whom he would do anything to protect, had become close friends with Rolo, who shared several classes with Naminé. As Nise kept a watchful eye on her, while she spent time with Rolo, he began to respect the younger classman.

The problem was that Nise was nowhere as good in school as his twin Riku. He had the same GPA as Riku, but had to work a lot harder to maintain it. And during the weeks he kept his eye on Rolo, Nise’s math grade was slipping and he knew he needed a tutor. Of course, Naminé had suggested Rolo. Nise, a junior who shared silver hair and jade eyes with his twin, never thought the teen responsible for shattering three bones in Hibari’s arm would be capable of tutoring someone two grades ahead of him. But Naminé insisted, and Nise knew he could never turn her down.

So, the two met at lunch one afternoon, and Rolo turned out to be nothing and everything that the rumors claimed him to be.

Rolo was certainly smart. Far too smart for a freshman, but not only was he book smart, he was street smart too. Nise eventually learned that when he was young, Rolo’s parents had died while they were on vacation in Japan, forcing him to live on the streets of Tokyo, running with gangs and Yakuza. It explained his tendency to slip into Japanese when angry, but not how he got to Britannia High. It seemed it wasn’t until the young principal of the school, Lelouch Lamperouge, caught Rolo picking his pocket while he was on a business trip.

According to Rolo’s story, known only to a scarce few, Lelouch had forced him against a wall and demanded his money back, using only his strong skills of manipulation. Rolo might’ve killed Lelouch if the principal’s younger sister hadn’t been nearby and cried out. Finding himself unable to hurt the younger girl, Rolo relented, and half expected to be turned in to the cops. But Nunnally Lamperouge had had something else in mind. A couple of weeks and a pile of paperwork later, Rolo was officially adopted by the Lamperouge family.

Of course, when Nise learned about the “touching” Cinderella story, he figured it was too good to be true. There had to have been a catch. And two months after learning the story, during one of their tutoring sessions, he found out. Mr. Lamperouge, principal of a major, well known high school, champion for education and progress, an upstanding pillar of his community despite his young age, was sleeping with his underage, adopted brother. Even at the school itself. From the way Rolo told it, he and Lelouch had been at it for some time, using private meetings and any excuse they could find just to fuck in Lelouch’s office.

Rolo explained that the elicit relationship was not only the reason Rolo kept his family background a secret from the majority of the school’s population (why his name was Haliburton, rather than Lamperouge), but also the reason he had been given access to several areas of the school that students would never know about.

Nise found the last part out in a surprising manner. After one memorable study session in the library, before Nise’s soccer practice, Rolo had shoved him into a side room used to store old projectors and locked their lips together. It had been one of the best kisses in Nise’s life, and he punched Rolo after they parted. The explanation he demanded from the freshman had been blunt, given with a slight smirk and a shrug: “I think we should fuck.”

Nise, a guy who had always believed himself to be straight as a ruler, agreed. To his own surprise (Rolo was always surprising him that way). And this lead to the loss of his guy on guy virginity.

The thought still made him hard from time to time. It was this memory that he was dwelling on as something hit him on the head and broke his focus.

Blinking green eyes, Nise frowned and picked up the offending object. It was the half-chewed pen Rolo had been taking his withdrawal frustrations on. Scowling at the brunet, Nise threw it back.

“Were you listening? I asked how long do you think it takes for Xanex to kick in.” Rolo’s voiced was laced with a slight irritation that Nise knew was not meant for him.

He shrugged, glancing back down at his homework. It wasn’t uncommon for Rolo to ask odd questions like that. They came at any time (during sex, at a game, in the halls) and ranged from anything like the weather to something morbid. Sometimes, Nise often ignored the queries (especially during sex), but the mention of drugs got him listening. Rolo was already kicking one habit--nicotine--and Nise didn’t want to see him start another. Their relationship was dictated as one involving casual sex, but Nise cared about Rolo more than just for the sex. He was his best friend. And Nise knew enough about Rolo by now to know how much the younger teen valued their friendship too.

Rolling his eyes and shifting to his back, mithrail hair splayed beneath him, Nise eyed Rolo. “Why do you wanna know?” he asked.

The younger teen reached for his pen again and resumed chewing on it. “It’s s’pose to help with anxiety. Got some from Mary--you know, the girl that’s into me and thinks she’s my therapist--and I thought I’d give it a try to get over this chewing shit. Should be better than the nicotine, right?”

Nise’s eyes traveled over Rolo’s body, noticing the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers drummed on his text book and the pen’s cap that was nearly destroyed by his teeth. While Nise thought that the way Rolo’s long and slim fingers would hold a cigarette, the way he took drags and blew out the smoke, and the way he stood or sat while lighting up was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen in his seventeen years, he definitely didn’t want Rolo to end up like one of those guys on the anti-smoking commercials.

“Isn’t that stuff addicting too,” he asked casually, glancing away and picking up his pen again. Nise made a mark on his paper, scratching out an equation he figured was wrong.

“Might be. Probably. Knowing Mary, she’d be into that kind thing. But everyone’s on my ass about smoking still. Euphie-nee-san gave me a piece of her mind the last time she visited. Anyway, it’d just be to keep my mind off it, y‘know?”

Scowling again, Nise sat up and glared at Rolo, pushing the younger teen down on his back. Rolo laughed, dropping the pen and giving him a smirk. “Got a better idea, Nise-senpai?”

That always got him started. The way the corner of Rolo’s lips would curve up, a mimicry of the mocking smiles Lelouch gave to his students, and yet all his own. The way his usually wide and seemingly innocent violet eyes would narrow ever so slightly, darkening with some unknown and no doubt dangerous emotion. The way Rolo’s soft and light voice deepened and laughed at him, daring Nise to do anything he would against him. It was an arrogance that Nise wouldn’t put up with in any one else. Because, despite Rolo’s badass side, Nise also knew how gentle and caring he could be. It was a side that only Rolo’s youngest sister, Naminé, and sometimes Nise saw. The truth was that even though Rolo could kill a person so much as look at him, he was also just as soft and sometimes timid as he appeared. And Nise liked that duality in Rolo.

Leaning down and bringing their lips in alignment, Nise snarled. “How ‘bout I give you a reason not to think about it instead?”

He didn’t give Rolo a chance to respond, and pressed their lips together. His hands found Rolo’s waist, fingers digging in just like he knew Rolo liked it, and was rewarded with the smaller boy arching up into him. Rolo’s hands fisted in his hair and he mewled, making Nise growl in acknowledgement.

Things usually started this way. Rolo would say something to provoke Nise, and the older teen would get so frustrated he’d just push Rolo down and take him. After the first few times (in the library after school, in the teachers lounge during classes, in the locker room after his practices), Nise began to realize that Rolo liked him to be assertive, liked to test him, liked it when Nise took advantage of him. Sometimes, Nise would feel uncomfortable with how much Rolo was willing to do with Nise. It seemed Rolo liked to push as many boundaries as he could, and it made Nise wonder what he did while he was with his “older brother” (another thing that sometimes bothered him. How could he compete with the principal? A man that half the girls at school had the hots for). But Rolo was good. Very good at what he did, and Nise was addicted to him like Rolo was addicted to cigarettes.

He tore his mouth away from Rolo’s, breathing hard and rocking his hips against him. Nise wanted Rolo right now. With the younger boy’s hair tousled, cheeks flushed, breathing hard. And judging by the hardness forming against his thigh, Rolo wanted him too. The younger teens lips were already bruised, and upturned in a taunting grin. “So… How do you want it this time? Here on the floor where I’ll get rug burns? On the bed? Or against the wall?”

Rolo’s dirty talk was just another thing that Nise found irresistibly sexy. He always prompted him to do more, push the limits, and Nise couldn’t help but oblige. The silver haired teen’s lips nibbled hard on Rolo’s ear, and he breathed heavily against his skin. “Nn… Don’t care. Just want you.”

Nise was rewarded with another laugh, and a pair of slim legs wrapped around his waist. “Alright… Fuck me here on the floor. Hard and fast, ‘kay?”

Nise’s eyes were on Rolo’s lips as he spoke, and he groaned his response, fingers already working at unfastening the buttons of Rolo’s uniform pants. As they did, Rolo’s fingers were working on Nise’s shirt. It was already open by the time Nise had unzipped him.

Tugging down the fabric, Nise’s hands palmed against the skin of Rolo’s thighs, pausing when he came across a scar he hadn’t seen before. Months of seeing Rolo naked had given him a good idea of where every scar and mark was, left over from Rolo’s past in Tokyo (and occasionally his nights with Lelouch), but this was one he hadn’t seen before. He traced it with a forefinger, shifting his gaze up to Rolo’s face, which was contorted in either pain or pleasure. A hiss passed Rolo’s lips and Nise froze.

Sometimes, it was hard to tell if he was hurting or making Rolo feel good, and it made Nise cautious. He knew Rolo liked things rough, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to protect and care for Rolo like he would with Naminé. Which was why he watched Rolo carefully, waiting for an indication.

The response he got was a whine of displeasure. “God, what are you waiting for?” Rolo grunted, digging his fingers into the carpet where he had moved his hands.

Before continuing, Nise experimentally brushed his fingers across the scar again and lowered his lips to tongue it. “Where did this come from?” he asked against the skin. It was a smallish scar, but new and shiny as if it had been from a burn.

Rolo groaned again, glaring at Nise. “You don’t want to know,” he gritted, and Nise was tempted to just drop it. Those five words were usually the code for something about Rolo’s relationship with Lelouch, an area of discussion Nise very much liked to avoid. He didn’t like the thought of Rolo being fucked by Lelouch, but he wouldn’t let himself admit that it was because he was jealous or wanted Rolo to himself. He told himself it was just a turn off, even when some nights he woke up with his cock hard and the memory of a dream about Rolo and Lelouch in his mind.

Pushing the thought of the two together out of his mind (even as he felt his pants tighten in response to it), he brushed his fingertips against the discolored skin again. “It looks like a burn.”

“That’s because it is a burn. Fuck, Nise, just… Are you going to fuck me or not?”

Nise felt a smirk forming on his own lips. It wasn’t too often when he got to tease Rolo outside the times they had sex (and at those moments, he took advantage of teasing Rolo a lot. Hearing him beg was always satisfying), and when opportunities presented themselves, he used them. He sucked on the scar again before going on. “Hm, maybe. But only if you tell me what kind of burn this is.”

Rolo’s fingers clenched and released in the carpet, and then he pushed himself into a sitting position. His violet eyes were dark with lust and a bit of frustration, just the way Nise liked to see them. Making an angry noise, Rolo glared at him. “Nii-sama decided to teach me not to smoke in the car by using my thigh as an ash tray.”

A choked noise escaped Nise, and to his own surprise he felt himself go harder at the very thought even as intense anger bubbled inside him. Lelouch had hurt Rolo? Nise hated everything about the very idea. But right now, Rolo was his alone. And he was going to prove that he was far better and more gentle than Lelouch ever could be.

Adjusting, he pushed Rolo down again and kissed him hard, tongue forcing its way past Rolo’s lips and into his mouth. The brunet responded eagerly, reaching down to grasp Nise through the fabric of his pants and squeezing him, earning a moan in response.

They resumed the hasty removal of clothing, Nise reaching out to touch as much of Rolo as he could in the process. He paused only to retrieve the lube from the spot he always knew it would be (in the desk, the second drawer on the left, next to the fresh pack of cigarettes and a box of condoms). When he returned, Rolo had already pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside, legs spread wide for the upper classman. Nise was tempted to suck Rolo off first, and then fuck him, but the wanting look on Rolo’s features made him forgo the foreplay. He spread the cool lube on his hard cock and grabbed Rolo’s legs so he could position himself.

Before he could enter, Rolo reached out and stopped him, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Wait… ah, I have an idea. Nng… Go and get a shoelace from my closet.”

Nise hesitated, frowning and searching Rolo’s eyes with his own jade colored ones. Rolo could be kinkier than any porno Nise had seen, and while he enjoyed it, it made him nervous at times. But he was hard and wanted to be inside Rolo now, and didn’t think Rolo would consent until he did as he was told. Part of Nise just wanted to ignore Rolo and thrust himself into him, but curiosity got the better of him. He got up and found a pair of old shoes, quickly pulling out the laces and bringing them back.

When he returned, he offered them to Rolo, who took one and as Nise’s eyes widened in slight shock, the younger boy tied it around the base of his own cock. Nise’s mouth opened in surprised, but before he could object, Rolo reached out for him. “Trust me, kay? Now… c’mon. I want you inside.”

It was a request Nise couldn’t ignore. He grabbed Rolo’s legs again, pulling him closer and pressed the tip of his erection against Rolo’s ass. Pushing inside, he hissed, still surprised at how tight Rolo could be after who knows how many times they had sex (or how many times Rolo and Lelouch had sex). Below him, Rolo made a noise that sounded so good in Nise’s ears, his hips urging the junior to begin, which Nise did with pleasure.

He rocked hard against Rolo, thrusting as hard and deep as he could. Rolo’s body was hot and tight around him, and each forward motion pulled a cry from Rolo that nearly made Nise come. As he fucked Rolo, he shifted a hand to Rolo’s bound cock, stroking it in the same rhythm he had built up. The touch must’ve been enough for Rolo because his body tightened even more around Nise, and Nise couldn’t help but groan. He came inside Rolo, the fingers of one hand digging into the skin of Rolo’s thigh, the other gripping the brunet’s cock hard.

Rolo choked out a cry, shuddering and arching into the touch. Nise, trying to catch his breath, glanced down at his best friend, and growled as he realized Rolo hadn’t come yet. He pulled out of him, and pulled Rolo into another hard kiss before tearing his lips away. “Why didn’t you…?”

He was interrupted by a strangled laugh, Rolo gazing up at him with glazed eyes and flushed cheeks. “It’s the string… Can’t… Can’t come until you let me…”

Nise’s eyes widened again. He hadn’t realized that was Rolo’s intention, but he couldn’t say he didn’t like it. The binding meant that Rolo was at his mercy, a concept that almost made him hard again. His green eyes traveled the length of Rolo’s naked body, taking in the scars, bruises, and sweat-slicked skin. When his eyes came to a rest on Rolo’s cock, he could feel another smirk slipping onto his lips. “God… Rolo, you… Shit,” was all he could manage.

He leaned down, and brushed his fingers over the neglected erection, hearing Rolo whine. The noise was sexy, Nise thought, so he repeated the motion in hopes of hearing it again. And he did, with each gentle pet and stroke he bestowed on Rolo, to tease him.

Another desperate noise escaped Rolo, making Nise glance up. He took pleasure in seeing Rolo so wanting and needy. It made Nise feel as if, somehow, he was better than Lelouch. Better than anyone else. The only one that could make Rolo scream, and cry, and come as hard as he did. It made Nise feel stronger than he knew he was, and he liked it. Something deep inside him made him remember that Rolo was the one bestowing the power on him, and therefore still had more power than Nise ever would, but Nise pushed that thought down as he bent over and licked the tip of Rolo’s cock.

There was the salty taste of precum, and Nise licked his lips and then Rolo’s shaft. His “tutor” was very hard, and Nise wondered if it hurt. Knowing Rolo, he probably enjoyed the pain.

“Fuck, Nise, just… God!”

Nise smirked again, taking his own sweet time to torture Rolo, getting more curses and whimpers from the younger teen. Rolo had given up the control and Nise was going to take as much advantage of it as he could. He gave Rolo another slow lick, tonguing his tip before finally sucking the cock past his lips. The action earned him a long, high pitched mewl from Rolo.

He sucked Rolo hard, licked him gently, alternating until Rolo was gasping and clutching desperately at the silver strands of his hair. Rolo’s hips bucked, and he writhed beneath Nise, and finally Nise heard what he wanted to hear.

“Please…! Please, Nise! Please… L-let me… let me come!”

With Rolo’s cock in his mouth, Nise slowly untied the string around the base of Rolo’s cock. The boy below him gave a strangled cry and came hard. Nise almost choked on the come, not expecting there to be as much as there was. He swallowed it down and licked Rolo as clean as he could before pulling away. He watched Rolo beneath him as he panted and whimpered. The brunet’s eyes were closed, and it looked as if he was still overcome by the high of the orgasm.

Smiling to himself, Nise shifted and pressed kisses to Rolo’s neck. Rolo’s arms wrapped around him and held him close, still babbling and whimpering softly.

This was the moment Nise believed he liked the most about sex with Rolo. Because after the dirty talk, the rough sex, whatever they did… Rolo was not only putty in his hands but so vulnerable and soft. He was quiet, gentle, and almost like a kitten with the way he would purr. This was the version of Rolo that Nise liked to see most, and he nuzzled back. He continued to gently caress and kiss Rolo as the younger teen’s heartbeat slowed.

After a few minutes of afterglow, Rolo sighed. Turning his head, Nise looked down at Rolo to see him smiling. Reaching up, Rolo guided his fingers through Nise’s hair, petting him in just the way that Nise enjoyed.

“Hey…” he murmured.

“Hey,” Nise said back, voice just as soft as Rolo’s.

“I was, uh… thinking.” Rolo shifted his gaze away from Nise’s eyes, his flushed cheeks flushing darker. Nise blinked, staring down at him while wondering if he should be worried. Rolo thinking could be a dangerous thing. Sometimes.

“About what?”

“Ok, so… I know we’re not exactly like, exclusive or anything. But, uh…” There was a falter in Rolo’s voice. It made Nise frown more, pushing himself up to look down at Rolo a bit better, but Rolo was still avoiding his gaze.

“Yeah? So what.”

“Would you… I mean, if you don’t want to that’s cool or whatever…”

“Would I what?” Nise dug his fingers into Rolo’s hips, not liking where the conversation was going. While they weren’t exclusive and weren’t dating, Nise didn’t like to think of Rolo as being with anyone else (Lelouch was an exception, because he knew he could never pull Rolo away from him), and it was beginning to sound like some sort of breakup.

“Um… look, I was just figuring… Y’know how girls ask me out sometimes, and it gets kinda annoying to say I’m not interested ‘cause they never believe me. So I was just wondering…”

“Spit it out, Rolo.”

Rolo flinched at the cold tone in Nise’s voice, shifting his gaze back to Nise and giving him a timid smile. “Can I… Can I call you my boyfriend?”

It took a moment for Nise to register the request, staring down at Rolo with wide green eyes.

“I mean, I don’t have to if you don’t want me to. I mean, I don’t--”

Nise cut him off with a soft kiss, stealing Rolo’s lips for a moment. When he finally pulled away, he smirked. “Shut up, Rolo.”

“Eh?” The look Rolo gave him was pretty cute, Nise thought. A mixture of confusion, embarrassment, and shyness. The complete opposite of the aggressive Rolo that had challenged him earlier.

“It’s cool, I guess. I mean, it’s not like I mind. I dunno.” Nise shrugged, trying to make it seem as something trivial, even as he saw a light in Rolo’s eyes.

“R-really? I mean… it doesn’t have to be anything girly or whatever. Just to keep the girls from--”

“It’s cool. I don’t care. Just one thing, though.”

Rolo paused, the smile forming on his lips faltering a moment. “What is it?”

“If anyone asks for details, you’re totally the sub.”

Snorting, Rolo buried his face in Nise’s hair, tugging on it lightly as he laughed. “Deal.”