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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Code_Geass
  Relationship:
      Lelouch/Suzaku
  Character:
      Lelouch_Lamperouge_|_Lelouch_vi_Britannia, Kururugi_Suzaku
  Additional Tags:
      Suzaku_and_Mistletoe, mature_-_Freeform, Romance, School, Christmas,
      Christmas_Tree, Christmas_Love, Lemon, Yaoi, Gay, Same-sex, male-male,
      Male_Homosexuality, Seme_Lelouch_Lamperouge_|_Lelouch_vi_Britannia, tachi
      Lelouch_Lamperouge_|_Lelouch_vi_Britannia, top_Lelouch_Lamperouge_|
      Lelouch_vi_Britannia, uke_Kururugi_Suzaku, neko_Kururugi_Suzaku, bottom
      Kururugi_Suzaku
  Series:
      Part 1 of Geass_Lemons
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-02-22 Words: 3871
****** Suzaku and Mistletoe ******
by MultiVerSonalityDisorder
Summary
     It's Suzaku and Lelouch's first Christmas together since they became
     "an item". A certain something happens while decorating and Suzaku's
     memory won't leave him alone. LuluSuza! Yaoi! Lemon! WARNING: ADULT
     CONTENT RATED M.
Notes
     I do not own Code Geass in any way. WARNING: Rated M for sexual
     mature content
Christmas. A time for giving, laughter, and joy. When songsfrom choirs fill the
air, and parties are held in high spirits, gathering friends and family alike.
When the cold winter settles in and couples who, after exchanging beautiful
gifts to one another, can curl together into each’s embrace, accepting the
warmth of their beloved. Yes, Christmas was indeed a holiday for companionship
and love, especially among the younger generation. And, to be a tad more
specific, the younger generation that attended Ashford Academy; namely the
student council.
Of course, the president, Milly Ashford, just adores parties and all
celebrations, any time to unwind and dress up and Christmas would be no
exception. Today was planned for decorating the student council room and the
newly acquired tree; however, many members of the council had found themselves
unable to participate. Nina seemed to have some personal matters to attend to;
Shirley, though there was no practice, had to go to a meeting for the swim
team; Rivalz couldn’t skip out on work; and Milly had some family matters that
she regrettably was urged into. Leaving Lelouch and Suzaku on their own.
As Suzaku decorated the tree with round ornaments that glittered as the light
hit their varied tints, Lelouch begrudgingly hung up the tinsel on the
doorframe, windows, and walls. “Really, why do wehave to do this?” the prince
grouched. “We could have done this any other day.”
Suzaku snorted, “The party is just in a few days, Lelouch. Who knows whether or
not any of us would get the chance to do this any other day before then. It’s
not like it’s that bad.”
“I just have better things I could be doing with my time.”
“Oh? Like what?”
Lelouch turned his violet eyes over towards the young Japanese who, noticing
the silence and lack of rustling, looked over his shoulder back at the
Britannian. The raven shrugged, “You.”
“Wha?!” Suzaku spluttered, face burning red at the statement. “Lelouch!”
“Well, it’s true.”
“Still…!”
With a sigh, Lelouch turned back to his decorating, finishing up the last of
the tinsel that hung from the higher corners of the pink-hued walls, “This
holiday isn’t so special anyway. Just another marketing scam.”
“Lelouch!” said boy snapped his attention at the other who seemed displeased by
his statement. “Even if stores and companies gain a lot from Christmas, that
doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.”
“And, what’s so fun about Christmas?” the prince questioned, raising a brow in
contest.
“Well, you know, the parties and stuff. I’m sure you’ve gotten something for
Nunnally. And, besides, I think this year is very important.”
Lelouch had to try not to bat an eyelash at the Nunnally comment. Of course he
already bought something for her. She was his sister after all… But, at the
rest of the comment, the young man crossed his arms and stood in silence
waiting for a better explanation of why this year was so important.
Suzaku’s ears tinged pink as his emerald eyes fell to the floor, his back
erecting in a soldier-like way. “Well, this year would be…” he half murmured.
“Would be…our first I guess…”
At this, Lelouch had to hold back a smirk, “I see.”
Flinching, Suzaku moved towards the cardboard box in the middle of the table
that held the rest of the decorations, he huffed as he dug through, “Is that
bad or something?”
“Not at all,” Lelouch shook his head nonchalantly. “I forget sometimes how much
of a romantic you are.”
“I’m not that much of-eh?” Suzaku paused, lifting something unidentifiable from
Lelouch’s point of view and seeming unusually frozen.
“Suzaku?”
“Er…Lelouch?”
“What?”
“What is this?” the brunette turned with a strange expression on his face,
holding what seemed like a tiny weed tied with a red ribbon and what seemed to
be two red plastic berries at the stem.
It didn’t take Lelouch too long to analyze it, however, as he chuckled, “That’s
mistletoe.”
“Eh?!”
“Why do you seem so surprised?”
“Er…it’s nothing…” the Japanese glanced back at the leaves. “I guess I never
really knew what it looked like.”
Lelouch walked over, a smile tugging at his lips, “So, you do know what it’s
used for?”
“Of course! I’m not an idiot,” Suzaku frowned.
A snicker briefly filled the Britannian’s throat as he reached out and wrapped
his hand over the mistletoe, and somewhat over Suzaku’s as well, feeling the
other teen jump slightly before throwing curious green eyes up at him.
“Lelouch?”
“Let me handle this,” the raven suggested as he attempted to bring the greenery
into his possession. “You go back to the tree.”
“No, it’s okay,” Suzaku insisted, pulling back on the mistletoe lightly. “You
relax for a bit and I’ll hang this up.”
Tug. “You’re duties are on the tree. I’ll take care of the miscellaneous
arrangements.”
Jerk. “You tire easily though, right? Just relax, it’s not strenuous at all
taking care of the tree.”
Yank. “Suzaku, I’m serious.”
Wrench. “So am I, Lelouch!”
Twist. “I don’t mind doing a bit of labor!”
“That’s not what you said befo-” Heave. “-ah!”
Thump!
“Ow…”
Suzaku had, unfortunately, pulled a little too roughly, falling back from the
force and taking Lelouch down with him. The older boy had landed on his hands
and knees atop the younger who was sprawled on his back on the floor. Suzaku
looked up with wincing eyes at Lelouch and groaned, “You okay?”
Lelouch gave a half-hearted laugh, “I’m fine. What about you?”
“I’m all right,” the brunette rubbed at the side of his neck. “Uh, where’d the
mistletoe go?”
“Um,” Lelouch sat up, glancing around the two of them, eyes scanning about. “I
don’t see it anywhere.”
“Are you sitting on it?”
“I don’t think so…” Lelouch scooted his knees back, keeping an eye as to where
he was previously sitting and, lo and behold, the mistletoe was sitting in
Suzaku’s lap.
The brunette sat up, staring at it in wonder, “Well, that’s strange.” His green
eyes didn’t stray, not even noticing the violet ones that were glued onto the
weed, followed by a devilish smirk.
“Hey, Suzaku?”
In response, the younger looked up, attentive, “Hm?”
“You like Christmas, right?”
“Yeah.”
“And, you like the traditions, right?”
“Of course.”
“Then, hold still for a moment.”
“Huh-wait! Wha?! Lelouch!”
“What?” the prince didn’t even look up or stray from his task at attempting to
undo the younger’s pants; the best he could while those Japanese hands pushed
at his own.
“This-This has nothing to do with a Christmas tradition!” Suzaku struggled,
shrieking in the process with maroon colored cheeks. However, his hands were
soon pushed away with such amazing ease that it startled even himself. The
button unclasped and the zipper was tugged down and, slowly, a kiss was placed
against his flaccid shielded member. He flinched, nails digging into the carpet
at reflex. “Lelouch…” he whined.
Violet eyes peered up, pale hands reaching into the undergarment and revealing
what Suzaku had previously endeavored to protect. Those smooth lips traced
along his skin, fingers nimble, tickling him hard, and when the raven’s mouth
engulfed the peak, Suzaku yelped, throwing his head back. “Lelouch,” he cried.
“Someone might-might come in and…!”
A chuckle rumbled through the young man’s throat, sending out an airy and
forceful exhale of breath from the younger as well as making his hips buck.
Obviously the prince would not be deterred by the possibility of any
distractions or interruptions. The lips slid down and Suzaku’s back arched to
an almost perfect semi-circle as his body strained in place, tensing. As he
released a gasp, his back became fluent as it hit the ground, his tan hands
clawing at the Britannian’s head, nails digging into his scalp as his head
lolled back, panting. Green eyes were nothing but slits until the light
reflecting off of the bulbous ornaments caught their attention and causing the
heat in the young man’s cheeks to grow in response.
He could see his reflection. It almost seemed fitting that he noticed the
warped reflection in the red decoration that hung from one of the few pathetic
branches on the burly tree, he almost couldn’t see the red in his features.
However, he could see one other notable besides himself, and that was the head
that bobbed ever so slightly between his thighs and buried deep within his
pelvic region. It made his heart race, and in no time at all, Lelouch’s game
had ended.
~~~
“Merry Christmas everyone!” Milly shouted, clapping her hands together at the
sight of her elves before her. Of course, Miss Ashford had to dress up as a
female Santa, and the rest of the council, her grunts, were elves, from the
pointed hats to the equally green tights.
“Am I the only one feeling a tad uncomfortable?” Rivalz whispered towards
Suzaku and Lelouch, careful not to let the president hear.
“Well, it’s not all that bad,” Suzaku shrugged as he pinched at his tights.
“At least the girls are having fun,” Lelouch sighed with a slight smile at the
vision of Shirley and Nina talking with Nunnally in their cute elf dress
uniforms-that Lelouch had to request to be a tad bit longer for his baby
sister-that matched the boys’ outfits in perfect symmetry save for the shorts
they wore under their tad longer shirts.
“At least we didn’t have to wear fake ears,” Suzaku joked which caused a slight
infectious attitude in Rivalz.
“True,” the other boy nodded. “I have to wonder though as to why Kallen isn’t
here.”
“I heard a mentioning of her being sick,” Lelouch answered. “Though, not
meaning to be rude, it may be best that she isn’t here. I feel she would not
take too kindly to these outfits.”
“That’s true,” the other two boys held back a laugh simultaneously, purely out
of nervousness and not cruelty.
“Oh! The tree!” Shirley exclaimed with a smile on her face, beaming as she
stood admiring the large foliage. She walked up and her eyes met Suzaku’s green
ones and the young man suddenly felt on-guard. “Suzaku, Lulu mentioned that you
were the one who decorated the tree! You did a magnificent job! It’s so
gorgeous!”
“Oh, um, thanks, Shirley,” the Japanese smiled awkwardly, hesitantly turning
around to peek at the object in question. His eyes scanned the sparkling mass,
until they hit a familiar red ornament that sent an even darker shade to his
ears and cheeks. He quickly snapped back to face the other direction unable to
keep a certain scene out of his head. He hunched slightly, eyes downcast as if
in shame.
Violet spheres kept notice of these small actions, and a smirk grew on a
confident royal face. They darted towards the tree ever so quickly, then at
Suzaku, then at the door. The plan was done. “Ah, Suzaku,” a feigned tone of
sincere concern was donned by Lelouch who placed a hand on the brunette’s
shoulder, only to feel an overly obvious flinch that did not force his palm to
shy away, but instead hold tighter. “Are you all right? You seem feverish.”
Stiff and erect, Suzaku didn’t look at Lelouch, but rather turned his eyes
away, “I’m fine! It’s just…a little hot in here is all, I guess.”
“Oh!” a pale hand, a feminine soft and smooth palm, landed on the “Eleven’s”
forehead. Shirley had looked into those hazed emerald eyes with a frown.
“Suzaku! You’re burning up!” she exclaimed, pulling her hand away as her noise
called on the attention of all the rest in the room. “You shouldn’t be here.
You should go and rest up! What if you caught a cold?”
“No! I-I’m fine! Really! You don’t have to wor-!”
“I’ll do it,” Lelouch stated. Both the orange-haired lass and the young man
glanced at the ravenette in surprise. His hand grabbed Suzaku’s wrist as he
gave a grin to both, “I’ll take Suzaku to the nurse. If we send him out to do
it by himself, he may collapse on the way.”
“That’s true,” Rivalz thought aloud, a finger to his chin as he glanced up to
the heavens for a plausible answer besides the one currently given.
Suzaku tugged at his arm, trying to swat the hold Lelouch had on him off, “You
don’t have to Lelouch! Really! I’m fine!”
“Suzaku,” a light voice called the young man’s name, forcing him to freeze. He
looked over to see young Nunnally sitting in her wheelchair with furrowed
brows. “Please don’t push yourself. We’d all be happy to have you here, but we
want you to be healthy, too. Please let my brother take you to the clinic.”
A rebuff was caught in Suzaku’s throat. He didn’t want to worry the young
princess, and it was always so hard for him to say no. He sighed, defeated.
“All right.”
“Good!” Lelouch nodded. “Now, if you’ll excuse us…” He began a march towards
the door, Suzaku in hand, most unwillingly. And, just as Lelouch opened the
door and the two of them were halfway out, Milly let out a shriek.
“Oh my~!” she half-laughed. “Lelouch! Suzaku! Look up!”
Both pairs of eyes shot up. There were a few gasps from the other council
members, and a grimace and a smile from either of the boys. Mistletoe.
“President,” Suzaku half-whined, “you can’t be serious!”
“No! I’m dead serious!” the blonde winked. “It’s the rules! You two have to!”
“But, we’re both-!”
“Oh, come now, Suzaku,” Lelouch’s smile was too…innocent. “Where’s your sense
of the holiday spirit? Weren’t you the one telling me that traditions are
special?”
“But, Lelouch!”
“We’ll be fine. Or, is there something wrong?”
“No, nothing…nothing wrong…” Suzaku glanced down at the carpet with cheeks that
held a matching shade of pink as the walls.
Lelouch smirked, briefly, before lifting Suzaku’s wrist. Emerald eyes snapped
towards him in reaction, watching how his lashes sealed off the sight of
violet, lips almost pursed softly, he bowed and placed a kiss to the younger’s
hand. A squeak escaped Nina and Shirley. Milly, however, was not impressed.
“That’s no fair, Lulu,” she crossed her arms in a pout, but the prince simply
grinned at her.
“It’s not specified where I need to kiss, ri-oof!”
Lelouch was interrupted, shoved back by a red-faced Japanese soldier. His body
was shaking, he was biting his lip and…he ran. Shooting out of the council room
like a bullet from a barrel. Lelouch sighed, “I’ll go get him.” He looked over
his shoulder, seeming almost bored if it weren’t for that barely noticeable
lift of the left corner of his mouth, “Don’t wait up for us.”
“Have fun~!” Milly trilled, waving as she wrapped an arm around Shirley’s
shoulders, watching Lelouch dash out, following Suzaku.
~~~
Lelouch didn’t run for long. He wasn’t the least bit athletic and he knew that
no matter how fast he tried to run, he wouldn’t be able to catch up to Suzaku.
It didn’t matter anyway, for he could guess where it was exactly that Suzaku
had run off to. He walked, taking his time, hands in his pockets with a smirk
on his face, only stopping once he found himself at the restroom for the male
students. A devilish grin snuck its way onto his lips, however, he was quick to
wipe it off as he straightened himself, dignified, and entered.
His footsteps echoed but when he stopped he focused his ears and could make out
the feint sound of controlled breathing and something rubbing against something
else. Lelouch walked down the row of stalls, keeping an eye out for a pair of
feet, and just as he reached the last, there they were, with the uniform pants
comfy at their ankles. Glancing up, Lelouch had to hold back yet another smirk.
Strange how Suzaku went and picked the only stall that’s lock was broken; if
Lelouch remembered correctly, which there was no doubt. And, so, he wrapped his
nimble fingers about the silver handle and pulled, not surprised by the sight
at all.
Suzaku was sitting on the toilet, hunched over with a forearm pressed against
the wall of the restroom to support him, and the free hand was stroking the
erection that Lelouch had been somewhat aware of from earlier. “Suzaku,” he
calmly called the boy’s name and watched, amused, as his head jerked up, hazy
jade eyes pitifully looking up at him, his own plum eyes teasing. The Japanese
didn’t stop, didn’t say a word. He merely continued as he kept eye contact with
the other and, within a short moment, finished into his own hand, a bit landing
on the tiled floor in consequence. Suzaku’s jaw went slack, his breathing deep
and audible, body trembling. Lelouch reached out, grabbing the relaxed chin in
his palm before leaning down and stealing those lovely red lips. The younger’s
body jittered as a few last-minute spurts shot out into his lap, Lelouch
pulling back and seeming almost sweet. “Let’s go to my room.”
~~~
“L-Lelouch,” Suzaku whined. The two had, at some point of entering the prince’s
room, torn each other’s clothes off in the midst of a heavy and heated tongue
battle. And so here they were, on their knees on Lelouch’s bed, hips grinding
against each other fervently as Suzaku’s hands clawed at the raven’s back and
hid his tearful face in his pale shoulder; all the while the lord was attacking
the tanned flesh that was given to him in offering, mouth hungrily eating neck,
as fingers rotated and toyed within the young soldier’s entrance.
“So, I’ve been thinking,” Lelouch began, huffing slightly as he rutted against
the other, “that perhaps I should carry a tiny Christmas tree with me from now
on.”
“Sh-Shut up!” Suzaku hissed.
“Hm?” there was a smirk as Lelouch jabbed another finger inside, stabbing at
the boy’s prostate and forcing a chilling groan out of his lips, back arching
and nails digging into pale skin that made Lelouch purr. “I’m not wrong in you
being turned on by the tree, am I?”
Suzaku refrained from speaking, neither nodding nor shaking his head as he sunk
his teeth into the older male’s shoulder. Slightly wincing, Lelouch chuckled
before slipping his extremities out of Suzaku’s person and placing a murmur of
a kiss on the disarrayed nest of hair. “Ready?” he asked as he forced himself
to no longer press against the pilot. The younger’s hips bucked instinctively
twice before they froze, his eyes glistening with tears of frustration as he
nodded at the other.
Lelouch released him and Suzaku laid back on the bed and spread his legs
precariously. The prince smiled, remaining where he was on his knees and
grabbing at a thigh and hip, dragging them towards him and up, Suzaku yelped.
“Suzaku, place your feet on the matt,” Lelouch ordered, and Suzaku did.
Uncomfortably, his torso and arms laid on the bed as his hips and knees were
high above him, feet planted shakily on the covers that were scrunched up from
being pushed aside earlier. He was at the perfect level, matching Lelouch’s
hips. And, within a moment, he was pierced, entered. There was no time to get
situated or comfortable as Lelouch immediately set out a rapid tempo, and
Suzaku screamed as his hand gripped at the most basic layer of the mattress.
His back burned from the angle and his feet tense, trying not to let loose of
their standing. One of Lelouch’s hands was gripping under a quivering thigh,
the other had made its way towards the erection bobbing before him, blushing
and weeping as it was. Again, Suzaku cried out.
“Do you like it?” Lelouch queried, Suzaku almost unable to hear it over the
sound of the creaking of the bed and the rustling of the sheets; not including
the sounds of their bodies. “Do you like this angle?”
There was a whine derived from the young man’s throat, and Lelouch loved it.
Seeing Suzaku being jostled back and forth, the way his body was arched, his
head thrown to the side and exposing his stretched neck, his hair bouncing
lightly atop his head, the expression on his face was priceless. “L-Leouch,” he
groaned, “hurry, I…I can’t…” And, he didn’t. He could no longer endure the
stimulation and Suzaku reached his climax, some being blocked within the pale
hand that caressed him, the rest landing on his stomach and slowly dribbling
down his abdomen to his chest.
Lelouch didn’t worry; he picked up his speed and kept pushing through, despite
the constricting muscles of his lover’s anus. Suzaku gave a pathetic cry, tired
but slowly being led into arousal by those agile digits that poked and prodded
his member, and the consistent rubbing of his prostrate by the incredibly
hardness of his boyfriend. The feel of his orgasm on him was sensitive to his
nerves, and when a drop had bumped into a perked bud on his chest, he bit his
lip.
For the both of them, this was a new position that Lelouch had come across on
the internet. The prince was fond of the reaction he was getting from the
Japanese, but at the same time, there was little he was capable of doing. It
would have been hard for him to suckle on the erected studs of flesh on
Suzaku’s chest, or even tease the boy’s collarbone or neck like he usually
would. It took all of his strength to make sure that Suzaku wouldn’t fall. In
his mind, he sighed, for at least the sight of the writhing Kururugi Suzaku was
worth it.
And, he felt it once more. The convulsing of muscle teasing him, and the
brunette was met with his second climax, the raven his first. Trembling thighs
could no longer steady Lelouch, and he dropped, sitting on the bed, the
soldier’s hips following him down, feet slipping from their pillar-like-stances
and sprawling out. Suzaku moaned at the leveling of his spine, chest rising
rapidly from the most recent intimate activity. Lelouch observed, and smiled.
The prince pulled out, carefully shifting his knees from underneath the tan
lithe body, and crawled lazily atop the younger, driving his tongue from the
middle of the trail of semen, dragging the tip to meet with the bead that
embraced a nipple and clamped on it. Suzaku whimpered, having no energy to push
the other away, but just enough to send out a complaint, “Lelouch…st’p it…too
t’red…”
The raven chuckled, “Sorry, I just can’t help myself.” He pulled back,
supporting himself on his hands as his soft smile shined above Suzaku. “Once
you get started, you’re so sensitive.” He placed a kiss to those lips, innocent
and brief. “You’re adorable.”
Suzaku flushed lightly, more so than his already maroon features, the blood
rushing just a tad too quickly. “M’kin’ f’n of me?” he slurred, eyelids seeming
heavy as they were almost completely sealed.
“Perhaps,” Lelouch teased, nuzzling the lightly damp skin of the other’s neck.
Closing his eyes, giving in, Suzaku whispered one more thing before letting
sleep completely envelope him. Merry Christmas, Lelouch.
Merry Christmas, Suzaku.
-End
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