Purge (Code Geass, Lelouch/Suzaku, R)
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kinkfestTitle: Purge
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Rating: R
Warnings: Mentions of rape, yaoi
Word count: 445
Prompt: March 12 - Code Geass, Lelouch/Suzaku; powerplay, submission; a knight's duty is to protect and serve
A/N: Forgive me for being late with this. I hope this is somehow an acceptable answer to the prompt. Beta'd by Komori.
(New with springkink, writing Code Geass, yaoi fanfictions, in English. Please throw with a spoon if I messed up something.)
“Suzaku, kneel.”
“Why?”
“Aren’t you my knight?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Then kneel.”
The left knee was lowered to the carpet – the right fist was raised next to his heart. Suzaku let his gaze to drop. A hand reached towards his chin and he was forced to face his Emperor. There was caring, sadness, loneliness, a complex mix of emotions in his purple eyes.
“Let me cut hesitation out of your heart.”
Or maybe he was hallucinating.
He had gone through this many times. The army of Britannia hadn’t treated him well in this aspect, not particularly in any aspect if he thought it over. Soldiers and officers of different ranks – he had fought every time regardless of their position. Not physically after a few times, but mentally.
“Lelouch, don’t – “
The nails left red stripes over his skin, they were marks of disobedience.
“No, Emperor.”
He stopped resisting, moving as the hands on his skin wanted. First the torso up, so the shirt would come off easily, then the lower body and finally his legs were freed. Every garment was folded before being put away. He felt uneasy – everything happened so slowly. Still he lied there motionlessly, waiting.
The touches came back, turned violent. They were nothing big, no hits or punches, just the right places with the right kind of touches. Pinches where he felt most, jabs to nerves, bites where it was easy to break the skin. Only light touches where he knew he would have felt the pleasure.
“Ah! Lelouch –“
Deep scratches alongside his ribs started to bleed.
“No, Emperor. Who you must kill.”
Bit by bit pieces of pleasure was mixed in with all the painful contacts. But not enough to override the warning signals his body was sending. The grab around his penis was flavored with nails. The fingers stretching his hole found the prostate and started avoiding it. And there were more teeth marking his skin.
“Ya-ah-aah, no –“
The soldiers had wanted him to be ashamed of feeling pleasure and have their pleasure. It was part of the thing to see him blushing, wanting and not, calling him a slut as his body took pleasure from giving it to theirs. The Emperor wanted pleasure and to give him as much pain as possible.
He was penetrated slowly, roughly, fast and poorly. It hurt, the angle was wrong, just small flares of pleasure when his prostate was brushed. In the end he got his release but the afterglow was short-lived. The sperm stung in the cuts over his stomach and thighs.
Hate for dying Emperor. Love binds.
“Please, give me a kiss. As Lelouch.”
A quick peck on a salty cheek.
Author:
ttuw Rating: R
Warnings: Mentions of rape, yaoi
Word count: 445
Prompt: March 12 - Code Geass, Lelouch/Suzaku; powerplay, submission; a knight's duty is to protect and serve
A/N: Forgive me for being late with this. I hope this is somehow an acceptable answer to the prompt. Beta'd by Komori.
(New with springkink, writing Code Geass, yaoi fanfictions, in English. Please throw with a spoon if I messed up something.)
“Suzaku, kneel.”
“Why?”
“Aren’t you my knight?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Then kneel.”
The left knee was lowered to the carpet – the right fist was raised next to his heart. Suzaku let his gaze to drop. A hand reached towards his chin and he was forced to face his Emperor. There was caring, sadness, loneliness, a complex mix of emotions in his purple eyes.
“Let me cut hesitation out of your heart.”
Or maybe he was hallucinating.
He had gone through this many times. The army of Britannia hadn’t treated him well in this aspect, not particularly in any aspect if he thought it over. Soldiers and officers of different ranks – he had fought every time regardless of their position. Not physically after a few times, but mentally.
“Lelouch, don’t – “
The nails left red stripes over his skin, they were marks of disobedience.
“No, Emperor.”
He stopped resisting, moving as the hands on his skin wanted. First the torso up, so the shirt would come off easily, then the lower body and finally his legs were freed. Every garment was folded before being put away. He felt uneasy – everything happened so slowly. Still he lied there motionlessly, waiting.
The touches came back, turned violent. They were nothing big, no hits or punches, just the right places with the right kind of touches. Pinches where he felt most, jabs to nerves, bites where it was easy to break the skin. Only light touches where he knew he would have felt the pleasure.
“Ah! Lelouch –“
Deep scratches alongside his ribs started to bleed.
“No, Emperor. Who you must kill.”
Bit by bit pieces of pleasure was mixed in with all the painful contacts. But not enough to override the warning signals his body was sending. The grab around his penis was flavored with nails. The fingers stretching his hole found the prostate and started avoiding it. And there were more teeth marking his skin.
“Ya-ah-aah, no –“
The soldiers had wanted him to be ashamed of feeling pleasure and have their pleasure. It was part of the thing to see him blushing, wanting and not, calling him a slut as his body took pleasure from giving it to theirs. The Emperor wanted pleasure and to give him as much pain as possible.
He was penetrated slowly, roughly, fast and poorly. It hurt, the angle was wrong, just small flares of pleasure when his prostate was brushed. In the end he got his release but the afterglow was short-lived. The sperm stung in the cuts over his stomach and thighs.
Hate for dying Emperor. Love binds.
“Please, give me a kiss. As Lelouch.”
A quick peck on a salty cheek.
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Date: 2010-04-03 08:26 am (UTC)The way you use dialogue is interesting and fitting to this fic. They're short and tell only what need to be told. Though, I would've wanted in some places a little bit more than just a dialogue line but it works well like that too. And I absolutely adore your Lelouch, how cold he is and what he does to Suzaku because you've written it so well. Blah, I'm beginning to repeat myself.
I love the way you make the Emperor to do that to Suzaku, hurting and making him feel pain. And yet, in the end, he wants Suzaku to kiss him as Lelouch. As I've said before, you know Code Geass very well (no shit) and you've had the opportunity to speculate and talk about it (maybe a bit too much, eh? xP).
Plus, I laughed with myself about the things we've talked about Code Geass and about this pairing. And I think you've managed to write this fic just the way you wanted ^^
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Date: 2010-04-06 07:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-16 10:45 pm (UTC)