Suzaku/Lelouch: Of Stallions and Steeds
Title: Of Stallions and Steeds
Author: xkirasakurax
Summary: Because Lelouch's hat is evil, the Royal Horses of Britannia are perverts, and Suzaku is In Love.
Rating: M/NC-17
Length: 2324 words - oneshot.
Pairing(s): Suzaku/Lelouch (Code Geass)
Warning(s): Sex, possible spoilers, OOC.
Disclaimer: I don't own Code Geass. It belongs to CLAMP.
Author's Note: For Alyssa and Jess - Alyssa pretty wanted smut and SuzaLulu, and Jess wanted a horse called Jasper and one called Feitse. Or something like that. I can't remember our conversation. Beta'd by said Jess, for my normal Beta was Not Online when I wrote this.
“Hurry up, Suzaku. You’re so slow,” Lelouch teased, laughing from his perch on the back of Jasper. The grey horse nickered softly, pawing the ground, almost calling its companion, Feitse. Suzaku shot Lelouch an annoyed look, and gently urged the black stallion forward. The cool breeze ruffled their rather elaborate outfits, but, as Lelouch had pointed out over dinner whilst watching Sayoko measure Suzaku, they weren’t going to be around much longer, so they were at least allowed to play dress-up. Suzaku, of course, had questioned Lelouch’s maturity, to which Lelouch had merely shrugged and spooned another mouthful of custard up.
“I thought you said this would be a peaceful ride, Lelouch,” Suzaku replied, leaving Lelouch to grin and shake his head no. He looked younger, happier, a little freer, Suzaku had to admit, and the white of the outfit suited him, even if Lelouch had made it said colour as a little joke. ’White is the colour of purity, no? Let me imagine I’m pure, if only for a little while, Su-za-ku.’
Another burst of wind ruffled their hair, sending Lelouch’s hat flying. Suzaku burst into loud guffaws, sniggering at the put out look on his Emperor’s face. The hat fluttered along the ground, before being snatched up again and was eventually deposited in a nearby tree. Lelouch shot Suzaku an annoyed glance, and rode over to the tree, standing up in the stirrups in an attempt to reach the white monstrosity. Suzaku frowned at that, and guided Feitse over to Jasper, muttering, “You shouldn’t be doing that, Lelouch. What if you fall over?”
“I won’t,” Lelouch replied, stretching up higher. His fingers brushed the white silk of the hat, but he wasn’t tall enough. Huffing, he lurched upwards, his arm stretched, only to lose his balance and topple over sideways. Lelouch squeaked, letting go of Jasper’s reins, and would have hit the ground face first if Suzaku hadn’t learnt over and grabbed his collar. Jasper whinnied in annoyance, but allowed Suzaku to pull his master upright. Flushed and panting, Lelouch straightened, shooting his knight a baleful glare.
“Don’t even say it,” He snapped, running a nervous hand through his hair. Shooting the hat an annoyed look, he pulled Jasper around, and announced, “You’re going to fetch it for me.”
Suzaku snorted, but did as he was bid. Swinging off of Feitse, he stepped to the ground, shifting slightly before handing the stallion’s reins to Lelouch. He then turned to the tree and declared, “I’ll make sure to have that hat burned one day. Just you watch.”
Neither mentioned the fact that Lelouch wouldn’t be alive to.
“Yeah, yeah, just get me my hat,” Lelouch replied haughtily, running a hand down Jasper’s pale neck. He continued to stroke his horse; the three watching as Suzaku quickly and easily climbed the tree, snatched the hat back and clambered back down. Slapping it against his thigh, he held the dirtied garment up.
“A gift for his Majesty,” Suzaku proclaimed, causing Lelouch to laugh softly as he reached out to receive it. He took the hat back, jolting when his bare fingertips brushed Suzaku’s gloved ones. A heavy silence suddenly fell over the two, and Lelouch silently let Suzaku lift him from Jasper’s back.
Cording his hands through Lelouch’s hair, Suzaku held him close, whispering, “Why don’t I hate you, Lelouch? For all you’ve done to me, why don’t I hate you?”
“Because I’m extremely lovable,” Lelouch replied, giggling breathlessly when Suzaku tickled the back of his neck.
“Of course. How could I forget?” Suzaku asked, leaning down to press a soft kiss against Lelouch’s forehead. Lelouch sighed softly, and craned his neck up. His eyes met Suzaku’s burning green ones, and he reached up to gently stroke Suzaku’s tanned face. Suzaku’s hand reached up and covered his, and the two teenagers stared at each other for a silent moment, broken by Lelouch’s breathy, “Make love to me, Suzaku, Knight of Zero.”
Suzaku smiled gently, and nodded.
“Yes, your Majesty.”
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Suzaku removed Lelouch’s outer robe easily, running strong hands over Lelouch’s admittedly slim shoulders and arms. He laid it out on the ground, lowering Lelouch to lay on it. The 99th Emperor sprawled out at once, his legs falling open and his arms reaching upwards. Suzaku settled in between the V of Lelouch’s thighs, taking the black-haired boy’s hand and kissing each finger softly, nuzzling the palm. Flicking his tongue out, Suzaku lapped at the slight webbing between each of Lelouch’s elegant digits, his little puffs of warm breath making Lelouch giggle softly.
He trailed his lips up to the top of Lelouch’s hand, kissing the centre briefly, opening his mouth and swiping his tongue on the pale skin. He traced a wet line down to Lelouch’s bony wrists, nudging the fabric away with his chin, turning the hand over and pressing his mouth against the pulse. Suzaku smiled softly at the feeling of Lelouch’s life, fluttering gently under the skin, and tried to not to think how in a few months time it wouldn’t exist at all - stolen by his very hands, stabbed away by his very sword.
“Don’t think about it,” Lelouch murmured, raising his other hands to run it through Suzaku’s messy hair. The Japanese boy looked up, and replied, cradling the hand to his chest, “I try not to... I try to remember what you did, how much pain and suffering you caused. Shirley... Euphie... but... but then I remember the boy I knew, the one I know... and I think of Nunnally...”
“Don’t!” Lelouch suddenly commanded, blinking harshly. Suzaku nodded once, and straightened out over his Emperor, so that he was lying on top of him, his elbows keeping him supported on both sides of Lelouch’s head.
“I’m sorry,” He said, kissing Lelouch’s cheek, and then when his eyes fluttered shut, the petal-soft skin of each eyelid. “I spoke without thinking.”
Lelouch smiled weakly, and opening his eyes again answered, “I know... I know...”
Tears welled up, causing Suzaku to smile weakly and whisper, “Hey, hey, don’t cry. You’ll ruin the mood. And you might lose your contact lenses.”
Lelouch snorted, breath hitching when Suzaku gently wiped away the tears that had gathered on his lashes. Another kiss was pressed to his cheek, then his nose, and just as he parted his lips for their promised kiss, Suzaku licked his chin. Giving a stilted giggle, Lelouch went to protest, only to have his lips covered.
Mewling softly, Lelouch wrapped his hands around the back of Suzaku’s neck, messaging the fine hairs of his nape under his thumbs. They kissed unhurriedly, soft gasps and little noises passing between them, moisture collecting on their lips. Finally Suzaku swiped his tongue over Lelouch’s bottom lip, gently lapping at it before opting to nibble instead. Drawing back, the knight smiled, stating, “You’re so beautiful, Lelouch.”
Lelouch flushed prettily, glancing away. Suzaku leaned down to kiss him again, this time pressing his tongue against Lelouch’s lips. He was granted access easily, and he mapped out the insides of the Britannian’s mouth - tracing the cheeks and teeth and gums, petting Lelouch’s own tongue, stroking the roof of his mouth. They breathed through their noses, nights of hard coupling and bruising force having taught it to them. They had never ‘Made Love’ - merely fucked.
But now, what they were doing now, this was different. Shared feelings of loss, acceptance, and gentle caring were swapped with each thrust of Suzaku’s tongue, each wet sigh of Lelouch’s breath. Eventually Suzaku drew back, green eyes trailing over Lelouch’s rumpled form. He smiled at the way the teenager’s pants tented, and with a suddenly hungry, deliriously desperate need to taste Lelouch, Suzaku set to stripping away his master’s outfit.
Said task wasn’t easy, but each snap and pop of the buttons and belts and strips of Velcro spurred him on, until finally he was peeling Lelouch’s underwear away. Then, sitting back on his haunches, Suzaku looked down at his lover.
Lelouch was splayed out, panting softly. His flushed chest was rising and falling with each hurried breath, his pink nipples hard and pebbled and his belly covered in gooseflesh. His hands rested on his abdomen, drawing Suzaku’s attention to Lelouch's hard cock.
Interest swelled inside of him, and Suzaku shuffled back to take a closer look. He had never bothered to truly look at Lelouch’s body, preferring to take him from behind. Now, he reached out to trace his hand over Lelouch’s swollen prick, noting how it was slightly shorter than his own, not as dark and a little thinner. He ran his index finger down the vein on its underside, smiling when Lelouch’s breath hitched above him, before the dark haired boy whined, “Please, Suzaku!”
Suzaku gave a little hum, opting to run a hand over Lelouch’s sac, down the patch of sensitive skin behind it and finally over his opening. The furled skin was darker than the rest of Lelouch’s body, and it fluttered under Suzaku’s touch. Suzaku smiled again.
He raised his head, almost laughing at the utterly wanton look on Lelouch’s face. “Alright, alright,” He promised, lowering his head again and sucking Lelouch in. He had never sucked another man’s cock before, but the heavy weight on his tongue and slightly bitter taste pleased him. And while he had next to no experience, he still managed to reduce his Emperor into a whimpering, mewling mess.
Hands braced on Lelouch’s hips, he suckled gently; eventually drawing back to flick his tongue over Lelouch’s spongy, purpled head. He pressed his tongue against the little slit, reveling in the salty taste that oozed out, and swallowed again. Lelouch groaned above him, and Suzaku gave a happy little laugh around the flesh in his mouth - choking suddenly when his mouth filled with creamy liquid.
Lelouch moaned loudly, his back arching as he thrust down Suzaku’s throat, causing the teenager to draw back suddenly, coughing. He ended up having to spit out Lelouch’s come, if only to get his breathing back under control.
He shot his giggling master an annoyed glare, but his eyes softened when he saw how Lelouch lay panting softly, covered in a light sheen of sweat. It was an arousing image, one that made Suzaku realize how his own cock throbbed desperately.
“Lelouch... we... I mean... er...” Suzaku muttered, shifting. Lelouch raised a slim eyebrow, humming a soft, “Mmm?” in reply.
Suzaku sighed, and announced, “We don’t have any lube.”
A shocked laugh burst from Lelouch, who replied, “Saliva, Suzaku? Like the four other times we’ve done it without lube?”
Suzaku shot Lelouch a worried glance, and murmured, “But... it hurt you...”
“Only because you didn’t prepare me right,” Lelouch answered, sitting up. He leaned forward, murmuring, “Here, I’ll do it - you get undressed.”
Suzaku nodded, and stood up, one eye on his fingers, which worked on the zippers of his utterly stupid outfit, the other on Lelouch, who was lathing his fingers in spit. Shrugging the clothes off, Suzaku finally stood naked, his eyes wide as saucers as he watched his lover reach down and press a finger to his hole.
Pressing against it, Lelouch seemingly slipped his digit in with amazing ease, gasping softly. He pumped it in and out several times, finally slipping a second one in, and made small scissoring motions. He then slipped a third in, spitting in his free palm, before reaching down and rubbing some more saliva on his twisting and thrusting digits. Suzaku moaned loudly at the sight, kneeling down and kissing Lelouch. The black-haired boy whimpered, drawing his hands out, pushing Suzaku away.
“Please, please...” He begged, spreading his legs wide and showing off his hungry opening, which clenched and unclenched desperately. Suzaku gave a jerky nod, and drew back, spitting in his own palm and then reaching down to cover his pulsing cock. He then pulled Lelouch forward, and arranged himself so that the head of his erection nudged Lelouch’s entrance.
“Ready...?” He gave a breathless puff, and thrust when Lelouch gave a nod. Their moans echoed each other; Suzaku shuddering at the feel of tight heat surrounding him. He pulled back and thrust back in, setting a slow and gentle pace, smiling shakily every time Lelouch mewled and cried out. A sense of wonderment and sweet joy settled over the two, Suzaku secretly stunned that their bodies could fit together in such an amazing way.
Only when orgasm crept up upon them did they go faster, the burning heat in their bellies making them slap against each other as Suzaku thrust hard. Finally Lelouch threw his head back and yowled, his sheath clenching down on Suzaku’s cock, seemingly rippling around him. Two jerky thrusts later found Suzaku coming hard and long, stealing the breath from his lungs until he collapsed on top of his lover.
Minutes drifted by as they gasped for breath, until Suzaku unpeeled himself from Lelouch, who frowned at the horribly sticky feeling of unprotected sex. He gave a slight wince when Suzaku withdrew from his body, but smiled when he grasped Lelouch’s hat and wiped away the come and sweat.
“Suzaku! Not the hat!” Lelouch muttered, to which Suzaku shrugged. Throwing said garment over his broad shoulder, Suzaku settled down next to him, pulling Lelouch into his arms. They lay together, legs intertwined and breath mingling, watching the clouds drift across the sun. Suzaku stroked Lelouch’s back, humming in contentment.
A sudden whinny from nearby alerted the two boys to the fact that Jasper and Feitse had been watching them, causing Suzaku to blush slightly while Lelouch announced, “I always knew royal horses were perverts.”
Giving a soft laugh, Suzaku shook his head, and leaning over kissed Lelouch, reveling in the fact that while he may have hated this boy once upon a time ago, he now loved him, with all of his heart.
And, really, that was all that mattered to him.