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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Code_Geass
  Relationship:
      Kururugi_Suzaku/Lelouch_Lamperouge_|_Lelouch_vi_Britannia
  Character:
      Kururugi_Suzaku, Lelouch_Lamperouge_|_Lelouch_vi_Britannia, Rivalz
      Cardemonde
  Additional Tags:
      PWP, Fluff_and_Humor, Unrealistic_Sex, 17-Year-Olds_Thus_Underage,
      Romance, Explicit_Sexual_Content, NSFW
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-09-12 Words: 7381
****** Motorcycle Madness ******
by NeoDiji
Summary
     Suzaku and Lelouch take a little ride on a motorcycle. That's it,
     really. SuzaLulu.
Notes
     Disclaimer: I do not own Code Geass – you may or may not be thrilled
     about that. Anyway, I make no profit off this fanfiction.
     Written for a friend, back in the day. The conversation went
     something like this:
     Me: Aww, I want to write a SuzaLulu lemon, but I want to make it
     original and unique. Where/what have they NOT done?
     Friend: Let’s see, they’ve done it in Lelouch’s room, classrooms,
     Knightmares…
     Me: Caves, kitchens, the roof, the shower…
     Friend: …But NOT Rivalz’s motorbike!
     Thus, this fic was born. Just some outrageous, lighthearted SuzaLulu
     fun. No angst, no plot, nothing but (very, very unrealistic) sex.
See the end of the work for more notes
Clouds covered the sun, and the grass swayed in a light breeze.  Due to the
aforementioned factors, it was a reasonable temperature outside when Kururugi
Suzaku and Lelouch Lamperouge stepped across their school’s lawn. They didn’t
say much, only enjoyed each other’s company.  It was right after school let
out, so students jostled each other all over campus, calling out to each other
and generally carrying on with their social lives.  The two boys in question
had made plans to go to the Omotesando Mall.  It was Lelouch’s idea; he claimed
they needed a nice “stress relief” break.  They rounded a corner and found
themselves in back of the main building where they met up with their friend,
Rivalz Cardemonde.
“Thanks for letting us use your motorbike,” Suzaku said by way of greeting.
“You know I’ve always wanted to ride one of these things!” Emerald eyes would
have sparkled had there been strong sunlight to reflect in them.
Indeed, the motorcycle was a beautiful machine.  It was a blue-and-white BMC-
RR-1200 model, a few years old, but still in decent condition.  The main frame
of the bike was gray at the bottom where all the gears and sprockets came
together; at the top, it was painted a deep, rich blue. The front top of the
bike was painted white.  It had a sleek, curved design, making it look flashy
while at the same time reducing wind resistance.  The leather seat was a light
brown color in the mid-back of the bike; it was long enough to fit two people –
if they were willing to sit snugly close.  Unlike a regular bike seat, it was
not triangular in shape; rather, it was an oval shape, dipping down into and
around a top portion of the bike to maximize comfort. Directly below the seat
were the running boards, strips of floor jutting out the sides at the bottom of
the bike, used as the resting place for the driver to put his feet; these
running boards, or pegs, were used in lieu of bike pedals since the motorcycle
ran on gas fuel.  Between the leather seat and the front control panel rested
the gas tank, a very bulky piece of equipment.  At the front of the bike, the
dashboard – with all its applications such as the speedometer and fuel tank
indicator – rested neatly between black rubber handlebars; circular side view
mirrors were attached to the base of the handlebars by long, metal strips.  A
sole headlight protruded on the backside of the dashboard over the front tire. 
It was an impressive set of wheels, considering it belonged to a high school
student; it was no wonder Suzaku had been itching to ride it.
Attached to the left side of the motorcycle was the sidecar.  Its paintjob
matched that of the main bike; when hooked together, the bike and the cart fit
flawlessly and almost looked like a single entity.  Its exterior was more
rectangular than anything, and its interior only consisted of enough space to
fit a single person.  Another headlight extended from the front of this cart.
Rivalz chuckled and held out the keys. “Well, I know you mentioned that you had
to keep up the maintenance on one of these babies before, so I trust you know
what you’re doing.” He waved at Lelouch, too, trying to make sure the black-
haired boy didn’t feel left out of the conversation; by the bored look gracing
Lelouch’s face, he didn’t particularly care. Rivalz mentally shrugged and
dropped the keys in Suzaku’s outstretched hand. He didn’t need to go anywhere
today, and he’d promised the Japanese boy months ago that he could borrow the
bike.  It just so happened that Lelouch, being Suzaku’s first and best friend,
wanted to tag along.  The bike’s owner grinned at his friends and waved them
off with a, “Have fun, and bring my motorcycle back in the same condition, okay
buddy?”
The brunet waved off the condition with a smile and gracefully slung his leg
over the leather padded seat of the motorcycle; immediately, Lelouch’s
attention snapped to his best friend. Suzaku’s thighs hugged the seat as he
straddled the motorbike, and his fingers curled reverently around the black
rubber handlebars. He shifted around, trying to find the most comfortable
position. As soon as he deemed himself ready to ride, he turned the key in the
ignition and revved the engine. Looking up, he asked, “Hey, Lelouch. Aren’t you
going to get in?”
Fighting back a blush, the former prince grabbed his helmet and hopped into the
sidecar. He nodded to Rivalz and settled in, frowning as his toes bumped into a
toolbox and some cans of motor oil lying on the floor. Since there was no trunk
in which to store things, Rivalz piled all his bike maintenance equipment in
the sidecar. Lelouch was just glad there was no spare tire taking up room in
the already cramped space. Directly beneath his feet lay the second helmet. 
“Put this on,” he ordered the brunet driver, having to raise his voice to be
heard over the engine’s roar.
Suzaku blushed at the reminder and took the proffered safety gear. “I wouldn’t
have left without it,” he defended himself. After the helmet was firmly in
place, he steered the bike towards the exit and rode off in a storm of dust.
Rivalz only sighed and watched them go.  He missed his bike already.
-+-
“Pull over!”
Suzaku strained to hear over the rush of wind. “What?!” he called back, taking
his eyes off the road for a split second to glance at Lelouch.  He swerved,
narrowly missing a car, and winced.  Perhaps there was a reason he’d never been
allowed to drive beforehand.  He didn’t have a driver’s license, but he figured
if he could handle the Lancelot, he could handle a motorcycle.
Rolling his eyes, Lelouch pointed at the next exit sign and repeated himself.
Maybe he was just more used to carrying on conversations on the freeway; after
all, Suzaku had never done this before.
Finally getting the message, Suzaku sped off the highway and pulled into the
nearest gas station. “What’s wrong, Lelouch? Don’t you want to go to the mall
anymore?”
“Of course I do. Don’t mistake my intentions. I just wanted to make myself more
comfortable, that’s all.” He scrambled out of the sidecar, ignoring Suzaku’s
puzzled expression, and climbed onto the main bike behind his friend before
cryptically explaining, “Rivalz bought the sidecar for me when I said that I
didn’t relish the thought of holding onto some guy’s back.” He scooted as close
as he could to the brunet, wrapping his arms tightly around the other’s waist. 
He waited a moment, then suggested in an irritated voice, “You can go now.”
Suzaku coughed, clearly confused. “But…I thought you just said you didn’t want
to cling to a guy on a motorcycle.”
Lelouch sighed heavily, letting his head thump between Suzaku’s shoulder
blades. “You can be suchan idiot,” he moaned before deliberately tightening his
hold.
-+-
The wind was cold as it rushed by them at high speeds back on the highway, but
Suzaku couldn’t complain. With Lelouch wrapped tightly around him, there was no
way he could be uncomfortable.  He leaned forward a bit more to have an easier
time grasping the handlebars, and Lelouch’s body moved with his. They arrived
at the mall after ten minutes.  Neither wanted the ride to end; so in order to
prolong it, Suzaku slowly drove the bike all the way up to the very top floor
of the parking garage. There were only two other cars parked at this level, and
each was devoid of passengers.  The brunet parked at the far side and pocketed
the key.  Both boys removed their helmets and tossed them into the empty
sidecar; Suzaku would have figured that to be it, but Lelouch’s arms
determinedly snaked around his torso once more.
“You have to let go of me now,” the brunet reminded his boyfriend. “We’re
here.”  He heard rustling behind him, but Lelouch didn’t let go.  Instead, a
pale hand drifted from his waist to his groin.  Those long fingers started
stroking him through his clothes, and Suzaku couldn’t help but stir in
response.  It was then the brunet became aware of the prevalent hardness
pressed against his lower back.  “Lelouch,” he groaned, tipping his head back
so it rested on the prince’s shoulder.  His eyes fell shut out of instinct,
both because of the sensations in his crotch and because his face was pointing
upwards into the sun; it may have been cloudy, but the sun was still bright and
dangerous to his eyes. 
Lelouch smirked and turned his head slightly to the side, just far enough so he
could plant a kiss on Suzaku’s exposed neck.  “Yes?” he breathed into the
brunet’s ear, pleased with his partner’s answering moan.  “I hope you’re not
going to tell me to stop,” he continued slowly, in a deadly tone that suggested
bad things would follow if such was the case.  He moved his hand faster over
the now straining bulge in Suzaku’s pants, and hissed as his own arousal dug
into the body in front of him.  Bracing his feet on the running boards, he
thrust his hips into the other’s; there really was little to no room for such
an action with them both sharing the motorcycle seat, but Lelouch managed fair
enough.
“Shit, Lelouch!” Suzaku gasped, overcome with sensation.  He was being hit from
in front and behind – the prince’s fingers on his clothed cock and the prince’s
own clothed cock on his backside.  Lelouch’s arms were around him in a death
grip, and his entire back was warmed by the heavy, comforting weight of Lelouch
draped over him.  His head was still resting on the black-haired boy’s
shoulder, and Lelouch’s face was buried in his neck.  The prince’s free hand
began rubbing circles on his chest, and he honestly couldn’t help himself when
his moans escalated, escaping into the open sky.  He blindly reached behind
him, his hands coming into contact with his boyfriend’s kneecaps on either side
of his hips. He clutched the prince’s knees since they were the only parts of
his lover he could reach without turning around and disentangling their bodies.
“Ah!” he groaned – Lelouch’s fingers were getting more daring.
The prince smirked against Suzaku’s neck, his hand picking up the pace even
more.  He loved the control he had over this boy; more than that, he loved the
boy himself.  A thrill rushed up his spine. “It doesn’t sound like you want me
to stop,” he said, mocking amusement in his voice.  He felt Suzaku shudder
against him, and he smiled.  Victory.  It was time to move the plan to the next
stage.  Ever so slowly, he danced his fingers upwards until they reached the
hemline of the Japanese boy’s pants; Suzaku froze against him in anticipation. 
Not one to disappoint, Lelouch slid his fingers inside as far as he could with
the pants’ button and zipper still done up.  The tips of his fingers brushed
against Suzaku’s penis, and the brunet writhed on the motorcycle in response.
“Lelouch!”  Suzaku choked, his fingers clenching tighter around the other boy’s
knees.  His head thrashed, and sweat slid down his neck onto Lelouch’s waiting
tongue.  His whole body trembled in Lelouch’s hold, and he moaned in
disappointment when those lovely, talented fingers retreated from the cover of
his pants. “Why…?” he whispered raggedly, his mind still fogged by lust.  Then
his breath hitched in his throat when those fingers were suddenly back, this
time delving deeper to fully fist his weeping erection.  His pants had been
undone, allowing the older boy more room to work.
Pleased with the green-eyed boy’s reaction, Lelouch answered simply, “Because I
want you, and we’re alone.”  Before Suzaku could ask, he elaborated,
“Naturally, I always get what I want.”  There was nothing Suzaku could say to
that.  Lelouch smirked.  His hand was fully submerged in Suzaku’s boxer shorts,
and he started to pump the other in a teasingly slow rhythm.  The brunet’s
erratic breathing spurred him on.  His own cock twitched, so he used his free
hand to pull Suzaku’s hips back more firmly against his.  The motorbike wobbled
a bit from their movements against one another; it took more effort than it
should have for the raven-haired boy to prop open the kickstand with his shoe. 
Lelouch smirked again and continued his ministrations on Suzaku’s cock.  He
couldn’t see what he was doing, but his fingers were intimately acquainted with
every inch of the Japanese boy’s body by now; they knew exactly how to twist
and tug, where to apply pressure and where to lightly stroke, just based on
exploration and memory. Lelouch didn’t need his eyes to tell him how to please
his lover.
Suzaku groaned each time the other’s fingers slid somewhere especially
sensitive. Instinctively, he started to rock against Lelouch’s hand in a kind
of circular motion – downward against the leather motorcycle seat he straddled,
backward against Lelouch’s hardness, and forward again to push even more
roughly against Lelouch’s hand. The stimulation increased with each thrust,
tears leaking from the corners of green eyes. “Lelouch,” he moaned. “I’m
gonna…” he growled, his body tensing, and Lelouch promptly withdrew his hand -
- his palm smeared with thick, clear liquid.
“Not yet,” the haughty prince commanded. Suzaku whimpered. Lelouch continued,
“If we’re going to do this, you need to get out of those clothes.  You know I
don’t do things halfway.”  He let his arms slide from their position around
Suzaku’s body, and the brunet reluctantly slid off the motorcycle.  Violet eyes
watched with appreciation as the younger boy followed his orders and stripped
out of his school uniform, too near the edge to think of how they were in a
semi-public parking garage.  Clothes were tossed into the sidecar, and Suzaku
leaned against the front of the motorcycle to compose himself, his precum
leaking onto the front wheel.
Lelouch’s admiring gaze turned predatory as he slipped off the motorcycle,
too.  In one step he was in front of his lover, turning the younger boy around
to face him; in three seconds their lips were connected.  Lelouch tried to be
calm and controlling about it, but the heat coiling in his stomach urged his
movements into the range of desperate.  His arms wrapped around Suzaku in a
proper hug before trailing upwards so he could tangle his fingers in the
brunet’s hair; some of the precum that had smeared on his palm wiped off on
brown curls. 
The soldier’s tan arms lifted to encircle Lelouch in turn, and they grinded
against one another – Suzaku’s naked skin against Lelouch’s covered.  “Ngh,
Lelouch,” the green-eyed boy groaned again, the sound immediately swallowed by
the prince’s mouth.  He aggressively thrust his tongue between the raven-haired
boy’s open lips, gaining the upper hand in their duel for control.  Lelouch
would always lose to him when it came to physical activity, and he was well
aware of how to manipulate the older boy’s body.  One hand settled on the
Britannian boy’s hip while the other cupped the back of his skull, threading
his fingers through silky strands of black hair.  He gave a sharp tug and the
prince’s head snapped back, violet eyes glazed and half-lidded, saliva trailing
down his chin.  Lelouch clearly wasn’t as unaffected as he pretended. Suzaku’s
grin turned devilish; now that he was allowed free reign in movement, the
tables had turned.
“Suza—” Lelouch started to cry, but the soldier’s lips were on his again,
effectively distorting the sounds rolling off his tongue.  Trying to keep up,
he mashed his lips even closer to Suzaku’s; the brunet growled his approval,
the sound rumbling in his chest right against Lelouch’s heart.  The black-
haired boy clung tighter, completely caught up in the sensations attacking his
senses. As his eyes drifted closed, he saw nothing but darkness.  His
imagination could draw Suzaku just fine in his mind – for the moment anyway. 
His fingers continuously swept through soft, downy curls; one hand moved to
directly grab Suzaku’s shoulder, and he idly noted how Suzaku’s skin there was
so smooth, so different from his callused hands.  He vaguely noted the scent of
oil in the air, but he was too busy savoring his boyfriend’s own, unique taste
to pay much attention.  Suzaku smelled and tasted faintly of rice balls, which
Lelouch figured was only natural considering the brunet’s habit of sticking to
Japanese cuisine.  Both of their moans twisted together; he couldn’t even be
sure anymore who was making what sound.  Had they been situated on the parking
garage level one story below, their groans would have echoed around cars; as it
was, on the top floor under open sky, their little noises of pleasure only
tapered off into empty air.  In the back of his mind, Lelouch was aware of
Suzaku walking him backwards; he didn’t understand until the soldier pushed him
down against the hood of the sidecar.
The brown-haired boy leaned over the other, pinning the prince with his kiss. 
“Now I’ve got you right where I want you,” he purred, his words muffled by the
raven-haired boy’s smooth lips.  He deepened the kiss, invading Lelouch’s mouth
with his tongue yet again, letting it dip and swirl and dominate.  The former
prince grunted, and Suzaku wasn’t sure if it was out of pleasure or frustration
at losing control.  Either way, he was pleased with himself.  Keeping his
boyfriend distracted with the kiss, he made short work of the Britannian boy’s
school jacket and undershirt; he hurriedly unbuttoned everything barring him
from tasting Lelouch’s skin, but didn’t rip the offending garments completely
off his person.  Suzaku pulled back and grinned, green eyes wandering
admiringly up and down his prince, appreciating the strip of pale chest now
visible.  He always loved to see Lelouch so disheveled, considering how the boy
was such a neat-freak, and right now Lelouch looked so utterly humanwith his
clothes undone and wrinkled for once and his black hair windswept and out-of-
place…
Lelouch used this lull to catch his breath, his chest heaving.  He caught the
affection in Suzaku’s gaze and, for a brief moment, let his mask slide to show
he felt the same.  Violet eyes shone warmly in the Japanese boy’s direction,
and his lips quirked upwards in a genuine smile.  It was an expression he only
ever wore around Nunnally and Suzaku.  “What’s wrong?” he asked concernedly,
for Suzaku had started to cry.
“Nothing at all,” the soldier answered, not bothering to wipe away the tears
rolling down his cheeks. “Aren’t I allowed to look at you?”  A tan hand lifted
to cup Lelouch’s cheek, and the Britannian wondered why since hesure as hell
wasn’t the one crying.
The purple-eyed boy laughed and shifted in his position under Suzaku.  “Should
I be worried that you bawl when you look at me?” he joked. “I’m pretty sure
that’s not the way it goes.” He twitched again, having to bite his lip to hold
back a moan; his pants felt entirely too tight.  Why was Suzaku crying in the
middle of foreplay anyway?!
Suzaku chuckled through his tears. “No, I just can’t believe you’re here with
me. Like this.” Quickly, he dropped his head to leave a chaste kiss on
Lelouch’s lips before nuzzling his forehead. “I’m happy.”
Lelouch only sighed. “While I’m happy you’re happy, can we move on?  Quite
frankly, Suzaku, you’re a bit embarrassing when you get like this.” His
trademark smirk reappeared, and he pulled his boyfriend down into another deep
kiss.
The brunet only hummed and returned the gesture, pressing the slighter boy
harder against the sidecar.  Soon enough, he began trailing kisses and nips
down the prince’s jaw line, paying special attention to the area where his chin
connected to his neck. Teeth lightly scraped over pale flesh, and Suzaku
suctioned his lips to every bit of Lelouch’s neck, his tongue lathing and
soothing any stray bite marks.  When he moved on to paying homage to the
Britannian’s chest, Lelouch’s neck was splattered with red blotches that looked
suspiciously like hickeys.
The raven-haired boy’s pulse quickened due to his lover’s ministrations, and he
squirmed beneath the soldier. “Su…Suzaku…” he moaned, tipping his head back on
the hood of the sidecar; black strands of hair fell haphazardly on blue and
white, contrasting the paintjob.  He felt the Japanese boy’s warm, callused
hands fluttering against his naked chest, gently exploring the skin around his
collarbone, then lower around his nipples; Suzaku’s fingers lingered there for
a time, twisting and pulling and effortlessly drawing out the most embarrassing
noises from his throat. 
The brown-haired boy’s tongue followed his fingers; he had to push aside the
open flap of Lelouch’s uniform in order to reach that hardened little pink nub
and finally wrap his lips around it.  He flicked his tongue across the prince’s
right nipple, back and forth, up and down, thoroughly twirling it in his mouth
until Lelouch was a limp, gasping mess on the hood of the sidecar.  When he
felt he’d drawn enough stimulation, he switched to lavish attention on the
other side.
Lelouch squirmed all the while, holding Suzaku’s head to his chest. “Get…on
with it…”
Suzaku lazily drew his tongue over the Britannian’s chest for another few
moments before lifting his head.  His face oozed smugness at having reduced the
always collected Lelouch Lamperouge (vi Britannia) to such a primal,
animalistic state.  Green eyes soaked up the image of the black-haired boy
beneath him, face adorably flushed, mouth open, lips swollen, and amethyst orbs
glazed over with desire… The Japanese boy leaned down to kiss the other briefly
before burying his face in that soft neck. Turning his head to the left, he
caught sight of the main bike and, with a mischievous glint in his eye, asked,
“Hey, Lelouch?”
The prince mustered up enough energy to scowl.  “I hope this is the part where
you explain why you stopped.”
Ignoring the angry voice, Suzaku continued, “You know how we’ve done it in a
Knightmare? …You ever wanted to try it on a motorcycle?”
Lelouch bolted upright, pushing Suzaku off his chest in the meantime.
“You…you…Suzaku!” he gasped, absolutely appalled at the suggestion. “We’re in
public…and Rivalz…and it’ll hurt…”
Suzaku raised an eyebrow, disregarding the first two (valid) points. “Are you
speaking from experience, Lelouch?  Have you ever had sex on a motorcycle
before?”
“Well, no,” the black-haired boy responded, his face turning redder than ever.
“But just imagine—”
“I am imagining!” Suzaku exclaimed excitedly. “I think it’ll be fun, and it’s
something new. A few months ago, you were all about experimenting. Besides,
what happened to, ‘You know I don’t do things halfway,’ from twenty minutes
ago?  Where were you expecting to finish – the concrete floor?”  His eyes
glittered.  Without waiting for an answer, he swept the dazed prince into his
arms and deposited him on the dashboard of the motorbike, right between the
handlebars.
Lelouch gaped, purple eyes wide with surprise. “I wasn’t thinking that far
ahead.” He sat still on his new perch, gaze thoughtful.
The brunet snorted. “Don’t lie to me; I knowyou.  You’re always fifty steps
ahead of everyone else. In fact, I think you suggested we come here because you
knew I would have this fabulous idea, and now you’re trying to act all shy and
innocent about it – when it was really yourplan all along!”
“If that’s what you want to believe,” Lelouch quipped, apparently having come
to terms with the idea of motorcycle-sex.  It would be uncomfortable, but it
might be a worthwhile attempt.  While they were in a parking garage, the
probability that someone would find them on the top floor was extremely low;
they’d passed by dozens of empty spaces in the lower levels, and it was in the
middle of the week.  It was public, but it was private in a sense, too.  As for
Rivalz…well, Lelouch didn’t want to think about anyone other than his partner.
All he focused on was the fact that they had this lovely motorcycle at their
disposal thanks to the courtesy of their mutual friend; he’d send Rivalz a gift
basket later.  That decided, he stretched his leg out, nearly kicking Suzaku in
the chest, and commanded him, “Go ahead then.  Strip me.”
Suzaku shook his head in mock-exasperation, trying hard not to let the giggles
escape.  Lelouch’s holier-than-thou attitude was really too amusing. 
Dutifully, he tugged off Lelouch’s shoes, socks, pants, and briefs before
throwing them on top of his clothes in the sidecar interior.  “I think I’ll
leave you in your unbuttoned tops. I like seeing you so messy,” he remarked
casually, stepping closer to the other and offering his fingers. “Go ahead
then,” he ordered, tossing the prince’s words back at him. “Suck me.”
Lelouch remembered something and shook his head, refusing Suzaku’s fingers. “I
have a better idea. Why don’t you go dig in the sidecar and tell me what you
find?” 
Though confused, the brunet did as requested, poking his head inside the cart
and rummaging through their uniforms and all the miscellaneous junk Rivalz
stored on the floor. 
Violet eyes traced that bare bottom waving in the air, and Lelouch was almost
disappointed when the brunet straightened, a can of motor oil and the toolbox
in his hands. “Perfect,” the purple-eyed boy said, noticing the can.  “You
know, motor oil’s purpose isfor lubrication.  But why are you holding that?”
Lelouch asked, eyeing the toolbox dubiously.
Suzaku grinned. “Well, I thought I could use some of the stuff in here to
stretch you out. You know, maybe the pliers, or the—”
Purple eyes widened in a mixture of shock, nervousness, and anger. “No! 
Dammit, Suzaku, just use your fingers like you always do.  I like your fingers
just fine.”  He glared, narrowing his eyes and pursing his lips as a warning.
Relenting, Suzaku dropped the toolbox back in the sidecar.  He never could say
‘no’ to Lelouch – not when it was serious.  Grabbing the can of motor oil, he
popped the top and poured a generous amount on his fingers; it was warm,
probably from being left outside for weeks in the heat.  As soon as the oil
container was opened, an almost nauseating smell of wet exhaust attacked their
noses. The low-viscosity, dark amber liquid dripped off his fingers, staining
the concrete garage floor.  Rubbing his fingertips together to test their
wetness, Suzaku decided to pour a little more oil over his hand – just to be
sure.  He approached the bike, green eyes glazed as he noticed Lelouch’s
sprawled position over the handlebars.  Frowning, he tried to figure out the
best way to go about this. The motorcycle seat was too thin for him to kneel
on, but he didn’t know how else to make this work.  It was a motorbike; there
was no built-in bed or any kind of surface available for lying on.  The soldier
clambered halfway onto the seat and froze, inspiration striking.  It just might
work.  Digging his right knee into the leather seat, he braced his left foot
against the running board and leaned over Lelouch.  He was tilted a bit to the
left, but at least he figured out where to rest his feet. 
The prince obligingly spread his legs as soon as the brunet worked out his
positioning.  “Hurry up if we’re going to do this,” Lelouch urged, his tone a
bit disgruntled.
Suzaku smiled and, resting his weight on his bent knee, lifted the black-haired
boy’s legs over his shoulders.  “As you wish, your highness,” he teased,
ignoring the ex-prince’s glare.  Supporting Lelouch’s lower body with his left
hand, he used his right to seek out the older boy’s entrance.  The brunet
smirked to himself once he found it, enjoying his lover’s hiss as he worked his
magical fingers into that tight heat, one by one, and proceeded to stretch him
out.
Lelouch writhed, arms flailing with nothing to hold onto, and thrashed his
head.  His back slipped a bit down the dashboard, and the speedometer dials and
random buttons poked uncomfortably into his shoulder blades.  The metal plate
around the ignition burned even through his clothes, but there was little he
could do about it.  He slung his arms over his head, elbows catching around the
handlebars; his hands brushed against various knobs and levers to the sides of
the motorcycle frame, but nothing budged since the vehicle was turned off.  He
caught hold of a couple of those levers and hung on, clenching his fingers
around the throttles when he felt the sensations were too much to bear.  His
neck tipped back from the combination of pain and pleasure, black strands of
hair dangling over the front headlight.  He couldn’t decide whether it was more
painful near the top of his body where the bulky motorcycle parts pressed into
him, or where Suzaku was scissoring him with fingers covered in burning motor
oil. It was a familiar ache – sans the engine lube -- but still not one he
enjoyed going through every time they decided to have sex.  “Don’t tease me,”
he ordered, though his voice came out more pleading than authoritative. 
Moisture gathered in his eyes from the increasing sensations, and he glared at
the sky through a haze of tears; lifting his head to glare at Suzaku was too
much effort.
The brown-haired boy smiled deviously. “Of course, Lelouch,” he murmured, the
words sickly sweet. He reached for the can of motor oil again and poured some
of its contents onto his twitching erection; extra lubrication would make the
deed more enjoyable for the receiving party, and he wanted Lelouch to have
maximum pleasure.  With them both prepared, he leaned forward again over his
lover, stretching his torso across to the front of the bike.  He grasped the
black rubber handlebars -- as if he were riding the motorcycle for real – and
shifted his weight, suspending himself above his prince.  He was still half-
kneeling, and it felt a bit awkward -- but it was the only way he could think
of doing this.  He shifted his upper body weight to one hand for a brief moment
and reached back the other to guide his cock to Lelouch’s hole.  As soon as he
pushed the head of his penis past that first bit of muscle, he felt spindly
legs wrap around his waist, drawing him in deeper.  He couldn’t hold back a
moan.
“Su…zaku…” the black-haired boy groaned, his inner muscles stretching to make
room for the soldier’s intruding, but very welcome, cock.  It was simply
humiliating to be here, draped over a fucking motorcycle with Kururugi Suzaku’s
goods up his ass.  But the truth of the matter was that it wasSuzaku, and that
somehow overrode all the negatives.  His face scrunched as he waited for the
initial pain to pass, and he idly noted that his lover had once again
transferred his weight to both hands above him.  It wasn’t unusual, the soldier
hovering over him like this, but they at least normally had a bed. His body was
overheating, and he just couldn’t handle wearing two layers of long sleeves
during sex, regardless of what Suzaku wanted.  He wriggled out of the shirt and
jacket, the movement jostling his lower regions.  “Ah--!” he gasped, finally
feeling tingles of pleasure mixing with the pain rushing up his spine.  Not
thinking, he dropped his sticky clothes on the floor and promptly forgot about
them; Suzaku had that uncanny ability to override his obsessive compulsive
habits, especially when sex was involved.  Sweat poured down his entire body,
making him slip even further on the dashboard.  He squeezed his legs tighter
around Suzaku’s waist, his hold slippery from perspiration; he hooked his
ankles together, digging his heels into Suzaku’s lower back.  And he rocked.
The younger boy hissed from pleasure.  His grip on the handlebars tightened,
and he used them as a sort of leverage as he pushed and pulled his body. His
vision fogged from sensory overload, but he felt Lelouch’s now-bare arms reach
up to encircle his neck. He was pulled down into another desperate kiss, and he
moaned, mourning the fact that he hadto grip the motorcycle to stay aloft and
thus couldn’t run his hands over Lelouch’s delectable body.  Still clutching
the handlebars, he pulled himself steadily forward, jerking his hips; Lelouch
pushed back against him, matching his first thrust somewhat awkwardly. 
It was slow-going at first until they figured out how to move their bodies;
while the black-haired prince’s upper body rested on the dashboard, his lower
body – as well as Suzaku’s – was slipping and sliding over the scorching hot
gas tank.  Even if it was cloudy, the sun still beat down on them, and the
metal of the motorcycle radiated intense heat.  Lelouch couldn’t rest his skin
on such a burning surface; it was akin to needing to snatch one’s hand off a
burning stove.  Thus, he had to raise himself slightly off the motorcycle –
which he did by using Suzaku.  The only reason they were able to stay connected
was because Lelouch had so securely wrapped his legs around the brunet’s waist,
and said soldier was keeping them both up by pressing against the handlebars. 
Suzaku alternated between pushing upward with his left foot, braced on the
running board, in addition to pulling on the handlebars to move forward, then
pushing on the handlebars to reverse the motion. As he concentrated on
supporting his weight and thrusting, Lelouch used his heels in the small of
Suzaku’s back as his own leverage, ramming himself repeatedly on his lover’s
cock.  They got the hang of it after a few tries – and of course, after those
few tries, Lelouch’s stamina gave out.
“Suzaku,” he panted, lying limply between the handlebars.  “I can’t…”
“You can,” Suzaku encouraged through gritted teeth.  Drops of sweat slid off
his nose, splattering on Lelouch’s shoulder. “Work with me here, Lelouch!”He
hung his head, and the black-haired boy pulled him down a bit further to nibble
on his earlobe. He thrust again, upper arms shaking from strain.  Even with his
legendary stamina, he was almost spent; Lelouch hadteased him to the breaking
point before he assumed control, and he was still feeling the effects. 
Determined to last a bit longer, he repositioned his right knee on the seat,
angled his hips, and drove his length forward with an incredible burst of
speed.
Lelouch yowled his pleasure to the clouds, seeing white spots dance in front of
his eyes.  It was the first time Suzaku had brushed his prostate, and his body
instinctively thrashed.  Blood roared in his ears, and his own erection,
trapped against Suzaku’s belly, throbbed in response. His fingers flew to grab
Suzaku’s shoulders, and he held on until the worst tremors subsided.
“Suzakuuu,” he managed, his lover’s name almost indiscernible due to it being
mixed with moans and sighs and gasps.
The Japanese teen grinned down at his lover and repeated his thrust; this time,
he missed the target.  He clenched his teeth, trying to hold out as long as
possible. He had to make sure Lelouch came and – there! Accidental though it
may have been, he still hit Lelouch’s pleasure-center, causing another fit of
writhing pale limbs and husky groans.  He dropped his head to kiss the black-
haired boy, swallowing his moans, and with another short thrust, brought the
older boy to climax.  With a groan, he savored the feeling of triumph and pride
at being the one to bring Lelouch to the peak.  The prince’s inner walls
clamped down around his engorged cock, drawing forth his own release.  Suzaku
pulled out immediately, white semen and dark traces of motor oil spilling out
from Lelouch’s hole at the action. The brunet wearily snatched Lelouch’s school
jacket from the garage floor and used it to cover the scorching gas tank; this
way, they could lie on the motorcycle without getting burned.  They’d just be
resting on it, so the clothing would stay in place; they couldn’t utilize this
option before because they moved too much during sex – it would have just
slipped off. 
The black-haired boy gratefully let his legs drop, and he rolled over to catch
his breath, completely sated. White, sticky come from his chest smeared all
over the dashboard, but he only pressed his forehead to a clean spot and took
deep breaths. “Shit, Suzaku,” he groaned, his muscles aching profusely after
their experiment. “That was…I…” But he couldn’t articulate any more than that,
and he fell silent.  His position wasn’t exactly ideal for sleeping, but his
body just felt too exhausted to move.
Suzaku pitched forward to drape himself over Lelouch, so the two of them ended
up crowding the space between the handlebars together. “That was amazing?” he
weakly suggested, wrapping his arms around the older boy.  Lelouch just stared
at him with tired but satisfied eyes, and Suzaku pulled him forward into a
gentle kiss.  As soon as he pulled back, he whispered an, “I love you,
Lelouch,” and smoothed back sticky strands of black hair from the Britannian’s
cheek.  He was so overwhelmed with feeling he almost started crying again, but
at Lelouch’s stern gaze, he sobered and laughed.  His prince knew him too
well.  His own chest was covered in Lelouch’s essence, and with the way they
were cuddling half on the dashboard, he knew their fluids – sweat and come -
- were rubbing off on each other.
Lelouch sighed contentedly and shifted against his lover’s body.  He took a
moment to digest his soldier’s words before responding.  “I just had sex on a
motorcycle for you, Suzaku,” he said in a snippy tone, almost accusingly.  “My
back hurts like hell, I’m more exhausted than I’ve ever been in my life, I
think I tore muscles I didn’t even know I had, I’m uncomfortable, I’m hot and
sticky, I won’t be able to walk right for at leasta week, and my ass smells
like a fucking gas station–”
Suzaku cringed.  Of course Lelouch would complain…
“—but I would do it all over again, idiot, because I love you, too.”
Emerald eyes filled with tears at the declaration, and Suzaku couldn’t help but
smother Lelouch with kisses.  His heart pounded erratically and, despite being
bone-tired from their recent actions, he felt revitalized at Lelouch’s words. 
He almost glowed – but that also could have been the sheen of sweat still
present on his tan skin.
Feeling too tired to protest, Lelouch just tilted his head and obligingly
opened his mouth, letting Suzaku take immediate control of this round of
kisses.  “Mmm, Suzaku,” he breathed, because Suzaku’s name really wasfun to
moan.  After a few minutes, the brunet moved to suck the tip of Lelouch’s
earlobe into his mouth, and the prince quivered. Purple eyes were half-lidded
in pleasure, still relishing the afterglow, when they caught sight of the
approaching car.  He tensed, furrowing his brow and glaring in its direction.
The family vehicle made the first available U-turn, tires squealing, and
disappeared down the ramp.
The screeching sound jerked Suzaku back to the present, and he let Lelouch’s
ear slip from his mouth with a slight pop. “Was that…?” he asked, expression
worried.
Lelouch nodded warily. “Yes, that was a car.  Full of people.  Who saw us.” He
gestured to them both, still partly on the dashboard, naked and bruised and
covered in come, sweat, saliva, and motor oil.  They were as far from family-
friendly as possible.
“What do we do?” Suzaku panicked.
“For starters,” Lelouch answered condescendingly, “get off me and get dressed!”
The brunet pouted. “I can’t get dressed, Lelouch. I’m all covered in come – and
that’s yourfault.”
Purple eyes widened. “Excuse me? Youwere the one who suggested we have sex on
the motorcycle!”
Suzaku jabbed his index finger at Lelouch’s chest. “Yeah, and youwere the one
who started this whole thing by touching me!”
“Well…” Lelouch spluttered. “You were asking for it!”
“How?!”
“Because you’re alwaysasking for it!”
“Are you two done yet?”
Both boys whirled around.  While they had been busy arguing, two security
guards had pulled up next to the motorcycle in a little golf cart.  Flashing
yellow security lights blinked from the top. 
“Oh god,” Suzaku moaned despairingly, covering his face with his hands. 
Oddly enough, Lelouch didn’t seem embarrassed at all.  He had a slight blush on
his face, but he maintained eye-contact with the guards and his smile was
superior. “Good afternoon, gentleman,” he greeted calmly.  Suzaku inwardly
cursed him for being able to pull off ‘composed’ while naked and covered in
come – in public.  “My friend here and I were just having a little argument,
nothing to be too concerned about.  We’ll be getting dressed now, if you
wouldn’t mind?”  There was a particular warning edge to his voice, one that had
the security guards looking away ashamedly.
It wasn’t as if they hadn’t already seen everythingthe boys had to offer; it
wasn’t like the act of putting on clothes was more private than what they were
currently witness to.  But the purple-eyed boy had a strangely commanding
presence, and they felt compelled to turn away.  After a few moments, in which
they heard a lot of shuffling, they heard the violet-eyed one give them the
okay to look.  “Would you care to explain just whatyou thought you were doing?”
one of the security guards demanded of the now clothed schoolboys.
Suzaku opened his mouth to speak, but Lelouch quickly stepped in front of him
and spoke.  “I’m not going to insult your intelligence; you both seem like very
smart men,” he smoothly started with, though it was a complete and utter lie. 
“You know what we were doing, so let’s not get into the details, hm?  I know
you must have made some mistakes in your lives when you were younger, so why
don’t you just let us off with a warning this time?  For your own sake, I’d
suggest you turn around right now.  As soon as you leave here, forget
everything you’ve just seen.”
The green-eyed boy scratched his head.  Lelouch always had a way with words,
but they’d just been caught after having sex on a motorcycle. That was too big
an event to think they’d be able to slip out of due punishment – which is why
he was surprised when the guards stiffened, blinked, and said in almost
monotone voices, “Yeah, you’re right. We better get on going…”
Lelouch laughed good-naturedly and turned back to him. “Well, Suzaku, problem
solved.”
“H-how did you…?”
The prince smiled – a little too brightly. “I guess we were just lucky. They
seemed to be pretty understanding guys, huh?”
Suzaku raised an eyebrow, but decided to forego further questioning.  Lelouch
probably wouldn’t answer truthfully anyway. “And what do we do about the
motorcycle?” he asked, changing the topic with some difficulty. “Rivalz will
killus.  I mean, it’s covered in…should we take it through a car wash?”
Lelouch frowned at him. “Idiot, it’s a motorcycle.  That means we can’t take it
through a tunnel-wash. No, it has to be cleaned by hand.”  Suzaku’s face fell.
“We can hire someone to do it before we go back to school. Relax.”
The brunet’s jaw fell open. “We can’t ask strangersto clean our…essence…off a
bike!”
“Then leave it to me, Suzaku.”
“But—”
Lelouch smirked. “I just talked those security guards into leaving us alone. Do
you doubt my verbal persuasion skills?”
“No, but it’s not right—”
The prince leaned in and kissed his soldier.  Pulling back, he murmured, “I’ve
got it all under control. Trust me, Suzaku.”
Dumbly, Suzaku nodded. Lelouch’s physical persuasion skills were also to be
admired.
-+-
“Welcome back, guys!” Rivalz greeted them with a smile. “How’d you like the
bike?”
Lelouch and Suzaku shared an indecipherable look.  “It was everything I could
have hoped for, and more,” the brunet finally managed with a wide grin.  He
shot Lelouch one more hard-to-read expression and handed back the key.  
End Notes
     In my research, I discovered prolonged exposure to motor oil can lead
     to skin cancer. Our boys were being very stupid for the sake of sex,
     so DON'T use motor oil as lube. Just ignore that critically important
     point and enjoy the yaoi, yes?
     Looking back, I see so many mistakes and flow issues. However, I'll
     never get anywhere if I keep going back to revise ALL my old works,
     so, yeah. Done, Not Perfect.
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