[fic] unmasked
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Rating: NC-17
Summary: But, sometimes, chess wasn’t about the winning. PWP. Lelouch/Suzaku.
Warning(s): Um, smut?
A/N: Written for the kink meme here.
***
Fucking someone, Lelouch realised, is way too much like playing chess.
You had to shuffle your cards, make sure you didn’t reveal any weaknesses -- keep your enemy anticipating for more, keeping them in the dark for as long as possible.
“Do you want me inside of you, Suzaku? My cock inside of your ass? Do you want me -,” Lelouch had to pause, his own head spinning from what he was saying and how he was saying it, ”to make you mine?”
He was doing this because Suzaku wanted it, speaking dirty because Suzaku was begging for it.
“Fuck, please,” Suzaku was saying, his tone raw with need, his hands gripping the railings of the bed so tightly that his knuckles were pale. His ass was up in the air, his hole already twitching --
Ungraceful, just like a dog, Lelouch thought, but then this was the same boy who’d betrayed Japan, his father and his own pride just to lick the soles of Britannia’s dirty shoes.
(The Suzaku he’d known in his childhood had been so proud.)
Lelouch slid one lube-slicked figure in there: unexpectedly, Suzaku’s hole clenched and Lelouch felt his finger being pulled in deeper -- and it felt very hot and tight.
He felt the blood pumping into his hardening cock, wanting to drive into Suzaku already. But not yet. Not yet.
After all, just like in a game of chess, you had to watch out and make sure you didn’t make your move too quickly.
He twisted and turned his finger inside, that tight heat embracing him, welcoming his finger in even deeper. Suzaku was hissing, sweat sliding down his back. Lelouch leaned forward and licked it. He could feel how Suzaku shivered against him, liking -- no, loving -- the way Lelouch’s breath felt against his skin.
Lelouch unzipped his trousers, dug a hand into his boxers and hissed -- he was hard. “Do you want me to fu--”
“Just put it in already. Don’t tease me -- damnit.” Suzaku’s ears were pink and Lelouch, though he couldn’t see them, imagined that those green eyes were darkening with desire, his lips probably tightening into a thin line, teeth probably biting and grinding against his lower lip, cock rock-hard, pre-cum probably already --
(Suzaku liked it slow. Liked it when you teased him a bit. Wanted to have his buttons pushed. That was why, though he claimed to hate Zero and his ideals, he had not stopped chasing after him.)
“I repeat: do you want me inside of you? To fuck you. Take you now….” Lelouch was glad Suzaku couldn’t see him because he was flushed, and he hoped Suzaku couldn’t hear the nervousness in his voice either. He tried to hide it, putting on an extra layer of nonchalance and coolness, but, God, it was hard.
“Lelouch, please.”
Especially now, when Suzaku wanted it so much, wanted him so much --
(Who was this Suzaku? This…desperate Suzaku? It wasn’t the same Suzaku who’d pointed a gun at him. Nor the Suzaku who’d grabbed him by the hem of shirt when, for an instant, he’d thought of ditching his plans of making Zero Requiem come true.
This wasn’t the Suzaku who fucked him at night, making him beg and plead when he teased him for too long)
Lelouch pulled his finger out and, taking a deep breath while fumbling with his clothes, positioned himself at Suzaku’s entrance. And then he pushed himself inside, his cock sliding in slowly. He hissed because it was so tight and good, and Suzaku was moaning out loud -
But, you could never be too careful when you played chess. Just when the opponent thought he was winning, you had to show him who was really the leader.
Lelouch pulled out. “Say it. Say you want me to fuck you.”
This was revenge, Lelouch thought. Because Suzaku, though he was willing to lick the shoes of Britannia, had defied him -- him who’d only meant well. But Suzaku had sold him to his father, had pretended to be his friend for a whole year, but in truth had been keeping tabs on him. Lelouch nearly hated him for that, but still loved him enough that he wanted Suzaku --
(to live and be happy. Nothing else).
But Suzaku’d had to be stubborn, of course. It had taken Lelouch so much pain and even kneeling in front of him (he who had never knelt in front of anyone but Suzaku before) to finally get him to listen. So he wasn’t going to give Suzaku the pleasure of being merciful now. “If you don’t say it, Suzaku, I’ll just leave you like this.”
On his knees, his hands still clinging to the railing and his ass twitching. His cock hard, throbbing.
“Damn it, Lelouch - fuck me. I just want you to fuck me.” He sounded angry now. Just like during that hateful time when Euphy had died, and Zero had been unmasked, and he’d dragged him to his father.
(Had Suzaku hated him then? Did part of Suzaku still hate him? Was it love mixed with hate? Did Suzaku still really want him to die? Would he be glad when Lelouch was gone?)
“Good,” Lelouch said and slammed in, burying his cock to the hilt now, doing it quickly and unexpected just the way Suzaku liked it.
(You love pain, don’t you?)
Lelouch didn’t give Suzaku time to get used to the sensation, but, using the bit of strength he had, drove into him -- pushing his cock in, pulling out, and pushing in again. Rinse and repeat.
In.
(Suzaku his childhood friend, talking about his father and how proud he was of him being such a good prime minister. Lelouch knowing that he would always love Suzaku then, no matter what.)
Out.
(Seeing Suzaku years later, Suzaku a soldier now -- an enemy technically -- but still smiling the way he had as a boy. Lelouch loving that smile, the warmth of it.)
In.
(Suzaku back at school, afraid of being with him at first but quickly becoming part of the school, making new friends. Lelouch happy because it was nice to be normal. It was nice to have Suzaku back at his side.)
Out.
(Suzaku betraying him. Lelouch hating and loving him at the same time, regret filling his heart. Because Suzaku hated him.)
In.
(Suzaku saying he would join him. Becoming his knight. Lelouch glad because Suzaku was finally by his side.)
Out.
(Suzaku kissing him, pushing him down the bed, saying he wanted him. Lelouch giving him everything because Suzaku was the only person Lelouch wanted to give everything to).
In
(This Suzaku. Wanting to be punished and Lelouch giving it to him because he wanted it.)
Lelouch was close. He could hear how Suzaku panted, how his body moved in accord with Lelouch’s thrusts, his own movements much harsher than Lelouch’s.
Harder, harder, he was whispering and Lelouch, though his body was really drained and he was soaking in sweat himself, drove in harder, gripping Suzaku’s hips and leaning forward again, close enough that he could whisper into Suzaku’s ear as he squeezed his cock -- touching it briefly, teasingly.
“Do you like this, Suzaku? Do you love this?”
(Do you love me?)
“Like this. Love this,” Suzaku told him, his voice barely audible above the creaking of the bed or the sound of Lelouch’s cock sliding into him again and again. “Love you, Lelouch.”
Suzaku's hands let go off the railing then and Lelouch -- suddenly forgetting all about chess and pride and what not -- flipped them over. His body was drained, his head reeling, but he needed to see Suzaku when he gave those final thrusts.
(Those green eyes. They were blazing with emotion now: need, so much need. And maybe this was the real Suzaku -- the Suzaku who just wanted Lelouch.)
“Lelouch- ahh -” Suzaku was just moaning now, his hands gripping the bedsheets and his legs -- so strong and powerful -- wrapping themselves around Lelouch’s waist. Still wanting him to fuck him harder. “Please -- more.”
(Don’t leave me, those eyes told him. Don’t leave me; I need you so much).
Lelouch grabbed hold of Suzaku’s legs, placing them on his shoulders and fucked him in earnest now, pounding in again and again (amazed at how much strength he possessed, but then he just couldn’t say no to Suzaku).
Needing to feel his lips and tongue, Lelouch kissed Suzaku -- desperately and hungrily.
(I love you, you stupid idiot -- I love you, Suzaku.)
Lelouch wasn’t going to last much longer, his body already reaching its limit (he was just falling and falling deeper into something that was indefinable but would give him his much needed release). And Suzaku was all “Lelouch, I - fuck” and “so good, so good,” and Lelouch saw that Suzaku’s cock didn’t need any attention -- he was also very close.
Lelouch thrust in one final time, letting out an embarrassing moan as he came and felt Suzaku coming too, his body arching upwards, his hands gripping Lelouch’s shoulders painfully, fingernails leaving angry marks.
But Lelouch didn’t mind.
(it meant that he belonged to Suzaku and that Suzaku was, in return, only his too.)
“Next time, you’re on top again,” Lelouch said, his face buried in the crook of Suzaku’s neck. He was tired, so tired that he didn’t couldn’t move. But he knew that his weight wasn’t crushing Suzaku’s lungs and Suzaku wasn’t complaining either.
“Hmm, yes,” Suzaku was saying, drawing lazy patterns on Lelouch’s sweat-drenched shirt,” but you’re really good. Though you probably feel like dying now. Really, your stamina, Lelouch --”
“Shut up. I only topped because you wanted it.”
Suzaku laughed heartily. “Only fair. Why should I be doing the work all the time?”
And Lelouch looked up, saw those green eyes looking at him with love and need and affection and realised that, if Suzaku was so happy about this, then it was really worth it.
(And God, he was a bad loser, wasn’t he?)
But, sometimes, chess wasn’t about the winning.
***
Rating: NC-17
Summary: But, sometimes, chess wasn’t about the winning. PWP. Lelouch/Suzaku.
Warning(s): Um, smut?
A/N: Written for the kink meme here.
***
Fucking someone, Lelouch realised, is way too much like playing chess.
You had to shuffle your cards, make sure you didn’t reveal any weaknesses -- keep your enemy anticipating for more, keeping them in the dark for as long as possible.
“Do you want me inside of you, Suzaku? My cock inside of your ass? Do you want me -,” Lelouch had to pause, his own head spinning from what he was saying and how he was saying it, ”to make you mine?”
He was doing this because Suzaku wanted it, speaking dirty because Suzaku was begging for it.
“Fuck, please,” Suzaku was saying, his tone raw with need, his hands gripping the railings of the bed so tightly that his knuckles were pale. His ass was up in the air, his hole already twitching --
Ungraceful, just like a dog, Lelouch thought, but then this was the same boy who’d betrayed Japan, his father and his own pride just to lick the soles of Britannia’s dirty shoes.
(The Suzaku he’d known in his childhood had been so proud.)
Lelouch slid one lube-slicked figure in there: unexpectedly, Suzaku’s hole clenched and Lelouch felt his finger being pulled in deeper -- and it felt very hot and tight.
He felt the blood pumping into his hardening cock, wanting to drive into Suzaku already. But not yet. Not yet.
After all, just like in a game of chess, you had to watch out and make sure you didn’t make your move too quickly.
He twisted and turned his finger inside, that tight heat embracing him, welcoming his finger in even deeper. Suzaku was hissing, sweat sliding down his back. Lelouch leaned forward and licked it. He could feel how Suzaku shivered against him, liking -- no, loving -- the way Lelouch’s breath felt against his skin.
Lelouch unzipped his trousers, dug a hand into his boxers and hissed -- he was hard. “Do you want me to fu--”
“Just put it in already. Don’t tease me -- damnit.” Suzaku’s ears were pink and Lelouch, though he couldn’t see them, imagined that those green eyes were darkening with desire, his lips probably tightening into a thin line, teeth probably biting and grinding against his lower lip, cock rock-hard, pre-cum probably already --
(Suzaku liked it slow. Liked it when you teased him a bit. Wanted to have his buttons pushed. That was why, though he claimed to hate Zero and his ideals, he had not stopped chasing after him.)
“I repeat: do you want me inside of you? To fuck you. Take you now….” Lelouch was glad Suzaku couldn’t see him because he was flushed, and he hoped Suzaku couldn’t hear the nervousness in his voice either. He tried to hide it, putting on an extra layer of nonchalance and coolness, but, God, it was hard.
“Lelouch, please.”
Especially now, when Suzaku wanted it so much, wanted him so much --
(Who was this Suzaku? This…desperate Suzaku? It wasn’t the same Suzaku who’d pointed a gun at him. Nor the Suzaku who’d grabbed him by the hem of shirt when, for an instant, he’d thought of ditching his plans of making Zero Requiem come true.
This wasn’t the Suzaku who fucked him at night, making him beg and plead when he teased him for too long)
Lelouch pulled his finger out and, taking a deep breath while fumbling with his clothes, positioned himself at Suzaku’s entrance. And then he pushed himself inside, his cock sliding in slowly. He hissed because it was so tight and good, and Suzaku was moaning out loud -
But, you could never be too careful when you played chess. Just when the opponent thought he was winning, you had to show him who was really the leader.
Lelouch pulled out. “Say it. Say you want me to fuck you.”
This was revenge, Lelouch thought. Because Suzaku, though he was willing to lick the shoes of Britannia, had defied him -- him who’d only meant well. But Suzaku had sold him to his father, had pretended to be his friend for a whole year, but in truth had been keeping tabs on him. Lelouch nearly hated him for that, but still loved him enough that he wanted Suzaku --
(to live and be happy. Nothing else).
But Suzaku’d had to be stubborn, of course. It had taken Lelouch so much pain and even kneeling in front of him (he who had never knelt in front of anyone but Suzaku before) to finally get him to listen. So he wasn’t going to give Suzaku the pleasure of being merciful now. “If you don’t say it, Suzaku, I’ll just leave you like this.”
On his knees, his hands still clinging to the railing and his ass twitching. His cock hard, throbbing.
“Damn it, Lelouch - fuck me. I just want you to fuck me.” He sounded angry now. Just like during that hateful time when Euphy had died, and Zero had been unmasked, and he’d dragged him to his father.
(Had Suzaku hated him then? Did part of Suzaku still hate him? Was it love mixed with hate? Did Suzaku still really want him to die? Would he be glad when Lelouch was gone?)
“Good,” Lelouch said and slammed in, burying his cock to the hilt now, doing it quickly and unexpected just the way Suzaku liked it.
(You love pain, don’t you?)
Lelouch didn’t give Suzaku time to get used to the sensation, but, using the bit of strength he had, drove into him -- pushing his cock in, pulling out, and pushing in again. Rinse and repeat.
In.
(Suzaku his childhood friend, talking about his father and how proud he was of him being such a good prime minister. Lelouch knowing that he would always love Suzaku then, no matter what.)
Out.
(Seeing Suzaku years later, Suzaku a soldier now -- an enemy technically -- but still smiling the way he had as a boy. Lelouch loving that smile, the warmth of it.)
In.
(Suzaku back at school, afraid of being with him at first but quickly becoming part of the school, making new friends. Lelouch happy because it was nice to be normal. It was nice to have Suzaku back at his side.)
Out.
(Suzaku betraying him. Lelouch hating and loving him at the same time, regret filling his heart. Because Suzaku hated him.)
In.
(Suzaku saying he would join him. Becoming his knight. Lelouch glad because Suzaku was finally by his side.)
Out.
(Suzaku kissing him, pushing him down the bed, saying he wanted him. Lelouch giving him everything because Suzaku was the only person Lelouch wanted to give everything to).
In
(This Suzaku. Wanting to be punished and Lelouch giving it to him because he wanted it.)
Lelouch was close. He could hear how Suzaku panted, how his body moved in accord with Lelouch’s thrusts, his own movements much harsher than Lelouch’s.
Harder, harder, he was whispering and Lelouch, though his body was really drained and he was soaking in sweat himself, drove in harder, gripping Suzaku’s hips and leaning forward again, close enough that he could whisper into Suzaku’s ear as he squeezed his cock -- touching it briefly, teasingly.
“Do you like this, Suzaku? Do you love this?”
(Do you love me?)
“Like this. Love this,” Suzaku told him, his voice barely audible above the creaking of the bed or the sound of Lelouch’s cock sliding into him again and again. “Love you, Lelouch.”
Suzaku's hands let go off the railing then and Lelouch -- suddenly forgetting all about chess and pride and what not -- flipped them over. His body was drained, his head reeling, but he needed to see Suzaku when he gave those final thrusts.
(Those green eyes. They were blazing with emotion now: need, so much need. And maybe this was the real Suzaku -- the Suzaku who just wanted Lelouch.)
“Lelouch- ahh -” Suzaku was just moaning now, his hands gripping the bedsheets and his legs -- so strong and powerful -- wrapping themselves around Lelouch’s waist. Still wanting him to fuck him harder. “Please -- more.”
(Don’t leave me, those eyes told him. Don’t leave me; I need you so much).
Lelouch grabbed hold of Suzaku’s legs, placing them on his shoulders and fucked him in earnest now, pounding in again and again (amazed at how much strength he possessed, but then he just couldn’t say no to Suzaku).
Needing to feel his lips and tongue, Lelouch kissed Suzaku -- desperately and hungrily.
(I love you, you stupid idiot -- I love you, Suzaku.)
Lelouch wasn’t going to last much longer, his body already reaching its limit (he was just falling and falling deeper into something that was indefinable but would give him his much needed release). And Suzaku was all “Lelouch, I - fuck” and “so good, so good,” and Lelouch saw that Suzaku’s cock didn’t need any attention -- he was also very close.
Lelouch thrust in one final time, letting out an embarrassing moan as he came and felt Suzaku coming too, his body arching upwards, his hands gripping Lelouch’s shoulders painfully, fingernails leaving angry marks.
But Lelouch didn’t mind.
(it meant that he belonged to Suzaku and that Suzaku was, in return, only his too.)
“Next time, you’re on top again,” Lelouch said, his face buried in the crook of Suzaku’s neck. He was tired, so tired that he didn’t couldn’t move. But he knew that his weight wasn’t crushing Suzaku’s lungs and Suzaku wasn’t complaining either.
“Hmm, yes,” Suzaku was saying, drawing lazy patterns on Lelouch’s sweat-drenched shirt,” but you’re really good. Though you probably feel like dying now. Really, your stamina, Lelouch --”
“Shut up. I only topped because you wanted it.”
Suzaku laughed heartily. “Only fair. Why should I be doing the work all the time?”
And Lelouch looked up, saw those green eyes looking at him with love and need and affection and realised that, if Suzaku was so happy about this, then it was really worth it.
(And God, he was a bad loser, wasn’t he?)
But, sometimes, chess wasn’t about the winning.
***
