Replace [Code Geass; Lelouch + Rolo (Nunnally)]
Title: Replace
Fandom: Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion
Pairing: Lelouch/Rolo(Nunnally)
Rating: PG-13? Maybe R
Summary: Rolo’s the perfect little puppet that dances as he is directed, shifts and moves and whines in just that right pitch that it could be that delicate, gentle girl he longs for.
His fake brother’s hair is soft with gentle curls. It’s just the right color, so pretending isn’t difficult. When his fingers run through the strands, tugging a little harder than he would if it were her, it’s easy. Too easy. Even better is when Rolo’s eyes are closed. And that slim, delicate body is so similar to the undeveloped curves he longs to touch but could never, ever desecrate. He can run his fingers across skin, leave bruises he’d never want to leave. Scrape and cut and scratch and bite.
He can abuse and never abuse her. But he could abuse him without regret.
Rolo doesn’t protest either. Rolo’s the perfect little puppet that dances as he is directed, shifts and moves and whines in just that right pitch that it could be that delicate, gentle girl he longs for. Rolo plays the part remarkably well, ever since the first time when he slapped him for saying nii-san! He hadn’t admitted to it--never would, nevernevernever--but it had only spurned him on to take and take again. And then the cries changed to nii-sama! And he slapped him again.
So he pushes deep inside the one beneath him. In his eyes he sees her, gasping and writhing and moving with him. In his eyes he sees her and cries and shudders and comes with her name on his lips. NunnallyNunnallyNunnally! And the dirtied rag beneath him gasps and comes and cries without complaint.
And he uses him so thoroughly. As the replacement that never could replace. Because while she will always remain pure and clean and whole, he can break and smother and stain this one that takes her place.
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Fandom: Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion
Pairing: Lelouch/Rolo(Nunnally)
Rating: PG-13? Maybe R
Summary: Rolo’s the perfect little puppet that dances as he is directed, shifts and moves and whines in just that right pitch that it could be that delicate, gentle girl he longs for.
His fake brother’s hair is soft with gentle curls. It’s just the right color, so pretending isn’t difficult. When his fingers run through the strands, tugging a little harder than he would if it were her, it’s easy. Too easy. Even better is when Rolo’s eyes are closed. And that slim, delicate body is so similar to the undeveloped curves he longs to touch but could never, ever desecrate. He can run his fingers across skin, leave bruises he’d never want to leave. Scrape and cut and scratch and bite.
He can abuse and never abuse her. But he could abuse him without regret.
Rolo doesn’t protest either. Rolo’s the perfect little puppet that dances as he is directed, shifts and moves and whines in just that right pitch that it could be that delicate, gentle girl he longs for. Rolo plays the part remarkably well, ever since the first time when he slapped him for saying nii-san! He hadn’t admitted to it--never would, nevernevernever--but it had only spurned him on to take and take again. And then the cries changed to nii-sama! And he slapped him again.
So he pushes deep inside the one beneath him. In his eyes he sees her, gasping and writhing and moving with him. In his eyes he sees her and cries and shudders and comes with her name on his lips. NunnallyNunnallyNunnally! And the dirtied rag beneath him gasps and comes and cries without complaint.
And he uses him so thoroughly. As the replacement that never could replace. Because while she will always remain pure and clean and whole, he can break and smother and stain this one that takes her place.
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