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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Code_Geass
  Relationship:
      Lelouch_vi_Britannia/Rolo_Lamperouge
  Character:
      Lelouch_Lamperouge_|_Lelouch_vi_Britannia, Rolo_Lamperouge
  Additional Tags:
      Dubious_Consent, Sleep_blowjobs?, Pseudo-Incest, Rough_Sex, Slight
      suffocation?, I'm_so_sorry, this_is_so_gross, Somnophilia
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-02-07 Words: 2900
****** Posession ******
by shuujinkos
Summary
     Rolo realised it from the start.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Lelouch vi Britannia was a man who, once he had his mind set on something, that
was the end of it. It would happen, whether the world wanted it to or not. He
was majorly accustomed to everything going his way; whether it be the original
plan or the goal is achieved on accident, Lelouch's goal was practically word
of god. He had this uncanny way of always, always, always winning. He was so
careful, so calculated, so cautious.
It had been in Rolo's best interest to trip him up.
Of course, as Rolo grew closer to Lelouch, that interest had blurred and
eventually disappeared. now, all Rolo wanted to do was please lelouch, in
whatever way he could. All he wanted was to make sure this man achieved every
single one of his goals.
Rolo twirled the locket he had been given for his birthday between his fingers;
it hung from his phone at any given time, as the most precious thing he'd ever
received—considering it was one of the only things he had ever received.
Lelouch had given it to him, and it was at that very moment that Rolo knew he
was doomed. From the very start, Rolo knew that he was going to dedicate his
life to Lelouch.
An idle thought to pop it open crossed his mind, but he refrained; someone else
could have been in the clubhouse after all. Rolo sighed and folded one of his
legs over the other, casting a tired glance towards the door. Lelouch should
have been returning home at any moment. Though, that was a laughable idea; the
clubhouse was no home to Lelouch vi Britannia. As soon as he knew he was in the
clear he would just disappear again.
Rolo clicked his tongue and slowly lead his gaze from the door to the window.
Lelouch's double life was something he was tasked with protecting. It was his
absolute duty, for the moment, to make sure that everything about the two of
them was completely ordinary. He was not permitted with a single slip up.
Not that he would slip up in the first place.
The door clicked open and Rolo almost jumped out of his seat, jerking his head
forehead towards the door with narrowed eyes. A worn down Lelouch stood in the
door way, and for a brief moment Rolo could see nothing in violet eyes. It
almost made him shudder. Life sprung into Lelouch not a second after the door
tapped the wall and he strode in, closing the door behind him. He unbuttoned
the top of his uniform and gave an exaggerated sigh.
"How was your day at school, big brother?" asked Rolo as he stood, stepping
around the chair with his hands clasped in front of him.
"A well rested day, Rolo," said Lelouch in a voice as light as air, flashing
him a quick smile. It was warm, and it made Rolo feel warm enough to smile
himself. Rolo laughed.
"You're not supposed to sleep in school, brother."
"Sleeping is better than not going at all, hm, Rolo?"
Rolo's eyes squinted shut as he laughed, covering his mouth shyly. He nodded
and when he willed his eyes to open again they looked anywhere but Lelouch. He
was wandering around the room, seemingly aimless, but nothing Lelouch did was
purposeless. He stopped dead in his tracks and finished unbuttoning his uniform
to throw the jacket aside. Lelouch had no qualms changing in front of Rolo,
though he usually tended to not change at the clubhouse.
Rolo could only assume club activities were done for the day.
"You're going, then, brother?"
"Hm?" Lelouch turned around to look at him, hands slowly fidgeting with a
button in the middle of his shirt. Rolo shook his head dismissively and closed
the space between them. He shooed Lelouch's hands away and swiftly undid the
rest of the buttons on his shirt. Lelouch didn't even flinch.
"You'll come later when it's safe, Rolo," said Lelouch, slipping his arms out
of his shirt and striding over to his closet. Rolo nodded obediently. He
watched Lelouch, admiring his lithe figure and his pale, perfect skin. The
small of his back, how he stood with one hip slightly popped. Rolo averted his
eyes with blush dusting across his cheeks, though not fast enough for Lelouch
to not catch him. Without finishing dressing himself, Lelouch came over to him
and put on a worried face.
"Are you alright, Rolo? Your face is red," said Lelouch in a voice that didn't
match his face. Rolo stammered before settling on a nervous nod, pointedly
staring at the ground. Lelouch's hand came to his forehead and he flinched
away. "Rolo?"
"I'm fine, big brother. You should get going." Rolo turned on his heel to hide
his embarrassment. Lelouch's eyes drifted towards the clock before he made a
noise of agreement. He hurriedly dressed himself, and the door clicked shut
before Rolo could take two breaths.

They returned together, as per usual. Rolo's "real" mission was to report if
Lelouch showed signs of regaining his memory, but that was a mission he had
already failed. However, he still remained close to Lelouch and their little
facade went on. So of course, they had to appear close, and he had to at least
act like he was monitoring Lelouch at all times.
More often than not, they shared Lelouch's bed; Rolo felt all too dirty
sleeping in Nunnally's bed. For whatever reason, he could hardly bring himself
to step foot in that room. Maybe he was psyching himself out, or maybe the
dread he was feeling had a purpose. Whatever it was, Rolo avoided Nunnally's
room like the plague.
Getting ready for bed was quiet. They brushed their teeth together, changing
into their pyjamas together, and Rolo slid into bed while Lelouch turned off
the light. Lelouch was always quick to fall asleep, most likely from running
himself exhausted. It took Rolo a while to realise that even though he slept in
class, Lelouch's life was stressful enough for him to be tired all the time
still. Rolo watched him sleep for most of the night, watching his chest rise
and fall steadily, listening to his breathing. Most nights it lulled Rolo to
sleep, but tonight, all he could think about was Lelouch's body—a beautiful
expanse of pale skin.
He had recognised his attraction to Lelouch very early on. He adored this man,
who spoke so kindly to him, and treated him like a real person. He adored
Lelouch as a brother, as a partner, as a companion—but he also longed for
Lelouch's heart and Lelouch's body. He was obssessed with Lelouch. He was
indeed a teenager, but for his whole life he had never met someone to stir such
feelings in him.
Slowly sitting up in bed was his first mistake. He shouldn't have moved at all.
Yet there he was, hovering over Lelouch, hands on either side of his head. The
shifting weight made Lelouch's head turn slightly, and his hair shifted across
his pretty, peaceful face. Rolo felt his stomach drop. He gently brushed
Lelouch's bangs out of his face slightly before setting his hand to his cheek.
Rolo stroked his thumb over the soft skin on his face ever so gently.
Lelouch's breathing didn't even change.
Rolo's breath hitched as the gears in his head stopped turning. He leaned down
and pressed his lips to Lelouch's, kissing him softly. He would have never
thought that a situation like this would be his first kiss. Rolo pulled up
after a brief moment and searched Lelouch's face. He hadn't stirred at all.
Swallowing thickly with a blush tinting his face red, Rolo maneuvered himself
under the blankets. He moved slowly, cautiously, soundlessly as to not disturb
Lelouch's sleep. He let his eyes adjust under the blanket; Rolo moved down,
down, until he was face to face with Lelouch's slightly exposed stomach. An
innocently exposed stretch of skin that made Rolo's skin prickle. He exhaled
softly.
Rolo scooted down once more and hooked his fingers into the waistband of
Lelouch's pants, gently pulling and pulling until he had exposed Lelouch's
cock. He hesitated for a brief moment, but his body all but shut down. He took
Lelouch's soft cock into his hands and kissed the head. Lelouch shifted and
made a quiet noise but did not wake up. Rolo took his cock into his mouth,
working him until his cock was hard. He shifted a little to angle himself
better. Lelouch's breathing was slightly faster, but he still hadn't woke up.
Bobbing his head, swirling his tongue around the head, sucking gently, humming
softly; nothing was pulling Lelouch from his slumber. He only moaned and
squirmed in his sleep, fingers twitching. Rolo felt so dirty, but he couldn't
stop. Lelouch's cock twitched in his mouth and Rolo stuffed the whole thing in
as he came. He pulled up and couldn't help but cough and gag, wheezing gently.
The blanket lifted off him and Rolo felt all the blood drain from his face. He
forced himself to look Lelouch in the eyes; he held the blanket in one hand and
he was sitting up, leaning on his other elbow. His cheeks were red, and his
breathing was a little uneven.
"Rol-"
"I can explain...!"
Lelouch's mouth shut with an audible click as Rolo's thoughts scrambled around.
He sat up and away from Lelouch, trying to think of an explanation. What was he
was supposed to say? 'My body was moving on it's own'? 'Sorry big brother your
dick just looked really tasty'? Rolo sat with his mouth open, not saying
anything and his face reddening with every second that passed. Rolo hung his
head, covering his face in his hands.
"I-I, I'm sorry," said Rolo weakly, shoulders slumping. He could feel Lelouch's
gaze on him and it made him want to shrink into himself and disappear.
"That's not an explanation at all, Rolo," said Lelouch in his usual calm, airy
tone. Rolo forced himself, again, to look at Lelouch. His breathing was
measured and his face was no longer red. He was looking at Rolo with calm,
steady eyes. It felt like they could look right through him. Rolo slowly folded
his hands in his lap.
"H-how...long were you awake...?" asked Rolo shakily.
"The whole time." Rolo froze and his face burned bright red. The whole time?
And he hadn't said anything? Rolo wanted to cry. He had never felt so
embarrassed in his life. Lelouch sat up and reached out for him. Rolo flinched.
Lelouch's hand settled in his hair and ruffled it. "What's wrong, Rolo? Your
face is all red."
Rolo stared at Lelouch with incredulous eyes. Lelouch was...His head hurt. He
was such a confusing man. Rolo felt almost toyed with. He huffed softly and
shied away from Lelouch's hand, hugging his arms to himself.
"Should I return the favour, Rolo? Or would you like to do something else?"
Lelouch's voice was soft, alluring, and all too calm. His hand settled on
Rolo's cheek, stroking it softly, and Rolo's brain appeared to shut down
momentarily. What was Lelouch talking about? Do something else? Rolo couldn't
figure out how to breathe for a moment.
"Big brother...What...?" Lelouch laughed softly and smiled at him, so sweetly,
and it almost pained Rolo to look at him. In the dark, with moonlight pouring
in, he looked like a damn angel.
"Do you need me to repeat myself?" Rolo shook his head.
"I...am just having trouble processing this—you're not. Mad or disgusted with
me?" Lelouch shook his head. His hand slid from Rolo's cheek, and his index
finger tilted his chin up. Lelouch brought his face closer, his breath fanned
over Rolo's face, and Rolo couldn't hold back. He pulled Lelouch to him by his
slender waist and kissed him. Lelouch didn't hold him, or kiss back. He
hungrily pressed into Lelouch, kissing him hard and desperately.
When their lips parted, Rolo's breath was shaking.
"Your offer," started Rolo, locking eyes with Lelouch. "H-how far...?" Lelouch
laughed very gently and tilted his head to the side.
"How far do you want to go, Rolo?"
A thousands responses ran through Rolo's head. Lelouch looked so sincere it was
making him unable to function correctly. Was he dreaming? He had to have been.
Lelouch would never act like this to him. He looked around nervously before his
eyes settled back on Lelouch. He looked the same. Inconspicuously, Rolo pinched
himself, again and again. Nothing.
He took a breath.
"I want to have sex, big brother."
Lelouch's lip twitched, and his face paled a little.
"D-don't call me that when you say stuff like that..." Rolo blinked, realised
the implications, and his stomach dropped. Of course he shouldn't call Lelouch
like that if he was viewing him in a sexual light. How could he bring himself
to call him 'Lelouch', though? Since assuming his role as Lelouch's little
brother, he hadn't called him his name to his face once.
Rolo swallowed.
"Th-then...I want to have sex...L-Lelouch." Lelouch smiled softly, at him,
right at him, and Rolo wanted to melt. Lelouch pulled him closer and tilted his
head up. He didn't kiss him—Rolo realised very quickly that Lelouch would not
kiss him unless he initiated it himself.
Slowly they lay down, Rolo kissing Lelouch feverishly while Lelouch's hands
roamed his body. They unbuttoned each other's pyjama shirts, tossing them
aside. Rolo stared for the longest time at Lelouch's chest, his waist, and his
hips, drinking in the sight of his pale skin. He pulled Lelouch down, closer to
him, and ran his fingers down Lelouch's back. He shuddered.
Lelouch sat up slightly, staring him down for just a moment with narrowed,
violet eyes. Rolo suppressed a shiver under that gaze which held so much
contempt for just a single moment. Lelouch sat up more, on his knees, and the
look was gone.
"Roll over, on your stomach," said Lelouch softly, yet his words rung as loud
as an alarm in Rolo's ears. Heart pounding, he obediently rolled on to his
stomach. Lelouch hovered over him and pulled him up, not quite on his knees, by
his hip. Rolo made a noise in the back of his throat and squirmed slightly.
Lelouch rolled his hips against him and his hand settled on the back of his
head, pushing his face into the pillow. Rolo clenched at the sheets.
Lelouch pulled Rolo's shorts and underwear down around his knees and
straightened himself slightly. He slid his own pants down enough to expose his
semi-hard cock. His lip twitched. Rolo squirmed back against him and Lelouch
closed his eyes, sighing softly. He leaned over, pressing Rolo harder into the
bed, and rummaged around in his bedside table drawer for a moment.
Lube would be enough. He let up on Rolo to squirt lubricant into his hand and
slick it on himself. He wiped his hand on the back of his pants and held on to
Rolo's hips with both hands.
He pressed the tip in and Rolo tensed up, choking on his spit. Lelouch frowned,
leaning over Rolo and gripping his hair tightly. He yanked him up while
simultaneously thrusting his hips all the way forward. Rolo cried out,
shuddering and shaking, almost clawing at the air. Lelouch pulled him all the
way upright to speak in his ear.
"Now, now, Rolo...It's not so bad," said Lelouch in a soft, soothing voice.
Tears pricked Rolo's eyes and he held on to Lelouch's wrists; one gripping his
hair and the other on his hip. "You have to be nice and quiet for me." Rolo
nodded with a pathetic whimper. Lelouch whispered 'good boy' in his ear before
shoving him back down into the mattress, hard. Rolo held back a yelp and just
gripped at the sheets, trying his best to ignore the pain.
Lelouch stared down Rolo's back and smirked slightly to himself. Hand firmly
pressing Rolo into the mattress, he dug his nails into Rolo's hip to pull out
and then thrust back in quick and hard. Rolo muffled himself with the pillow,
trying, trying, trying not to cry. Lelouch fucked him rough and fast, hardly
letting him breath. He leaned over him, whispering kind, soft words into his
ears. Praising him.
It was all Rolo needed.
He came without Lelouch even needing to touch him, moaning shamelessly into the
drool stained pillow his face hadn't left. He gasped and moaned, back arching
and his entire body shaking. Lelouch kissed his temple and then leaned up,
gripping his hips with both hand. His thrusts became uneven and erratic, and he
let out a single moan as he came inside Rolo. Lelouch weakly thrusted a few
more times before pushing all the way in. He wrapped his arms around Rolo's
waist and pulled him up, sitting down on the bed cross legged, Rolo still sat
on his cock.
Rolo gasped and wheezed, blurry eyed and exhausted. He leaned back against
Lelouch, panting and trying to calm himself. Lelouch leaned into his ear,
petting the side of his head gently.
"You belong to me, Rolo...Your life, your body, they belong to me."
All Rolo could offer was a nod and a weak, "Yes, big brother."
End Notes
     I FEEL SO DIRTY...IM SORRY WORLD, IM SORRY DAD. lulurolo is actually
     my favourite code geass pairing im so sorry
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