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Here are a couple of little extras I wrote that I wasn't really intending to post (because I never wrote more like I had planed) but decided to add them here for Valentine's, considering the second extra is Valentine's specific. ;]
Mistletoe: the quintessential tale of Lelouch and Suzaku's first kiss. And how Lelouch learns to appreciate a wrongly romanticized plant. (Rated Mature)
Extra: Mistletoe
December 2021
Japanese Royal Palace.
Winter weather is already in full swing.
Snow is dripping heavily from the dark evening sky outside and the frosty air bears a sharp bite that has nipped the tip of Lelouch's nose and rubbed his cheeks into apples. Even traveling through the palace he hits pockets of cold since such grand, expansive buildings like these are difficult to maintain a consistent temperature throughout - especially because it's mostly made up of corridors and verandas rather than traditional blocked homes. When he enters their private rooms he is greeted warmly by the smoky heat of crackling flames in the fireplace carved right through the wall dividing the lounge from the study, its heat filling both rooms simultaneously. What catches Lelouch's attention is the tender, quiet dance of a specific kind of music through the air - Suzaku is a sucker for Christmas tunes even though he didn't grow up celebrating the holiday.
The Japanese prince himself appears quickly in the threshold of the study - where he's been undoubtedly hard at his own princely work - with a bright smile; dressed in khaki slacks and a forest-green woolen sweater that's a little loose on his frame and has white trees stitched across the chest in a row.
"Welcome home!" Suzaku says as he steps lightly through the lounge to peck Lelouch's lips. "Have a good day?"
Lelouch noncommittally shrugs as he removes his velvet black blazer - his overcoat and scarf taken by a butler at the palace entrance. His day overall was ordinary.
"I bet I can make it better for you." Suzaku's grinning words practically lick along Lelouch's skin.
'Oh?' the Britannian asks as he loosens his silver-diamond tie, letting his lips take a frisky shape.
"I have something for you." Suzaku nods. "Go ahead and sit down and I'll bring it to you."
Don't have to tell Lelouch twice.
He leaves his jacket on the back of the chair beside the couch as he often does - where it'll likely stay until the laundry round every morning by the maids - and unlocks the first few buttons of his pearly-iridescent silk shirt as he sits. A silver tray with a steaming kettle and a cup is already waiting for him on the table and so Lelouch contently pours himself a small serving to warm his body - more importantly, warm his lips. Neither prince has ever kept attendants around as it preserves their privacy, something that was imperative to hiding their relationship is now crucial to their marriage, but Suzaku always has a little something waiting for Lelouch when he comes home. Only, once he begins pouring does he learn it isn't coffee. It's hot chocolate.
Well, that would explain the small bowl of marshmallows that aren't sugar cubes.
"Close your eyes~." Suzaku sings with his brown-haired head poking from the side of the door of their study.
Lelouch complies with a wry smile, reclining against the couch without his cocoa and feels Suzaku kneel beside him on the couch.
And then a small, light-weight something is rested on his lap.
"You can look now."
Lelouch's eyes are immediately tied into the green satin bow wrapped around a small brick-red box that's about the size of a cantaloupe. When his violets shift to his husband he receives only a toothy smile. With a mental shrug, Lelouch carefully unties the ribbon while pondering what could be in the box. His birthday has already passed along with Suzaku's timely gift, but with Christmas around the corner it wouldn't be surprising for Suzaku to give Lelouch a... private gift as they'll be shoving off soon for Britannia to spend the holidays with his mother. Either way, once the lid comes off Lelouch knows for certain that he couldn't have predicted this. A thin black eyebrow arcs as he plucks a bundle of leaves and berries from the box that are tied together at their stems by a skinny red ribbon.
'...What?' Lelouch settles on so eloquently blurting.
Suzaku snickers. "You don't know what it is?"
"Mistletoe. But why is this a gift?"
"Gee, I wonder." Suzaku impishly says as he pushes Lelouch's hand higher up above their heads and leans in close, hot breath sweeping across cold lips. "Why?"
Suzaku's lips are warm. He tastes of hot chocolate and peppermint and he smells of burning firewood.
Maybe Lelouch doesn't need the hot drink after all...
The press of their lips slowly opens, blooming into a soft but vibrant kiss that thaws Lelouch's chill. They even share a dopey smile when they part.
"Ring any bells?" Suzaku asks with a facetious grin as he bends a leg over Lelouch's knee, making the western prince smile.
"Maybe." He coyly starts with a lean that has the suggestion clearly written across his lips. "My memory is still a little foggy..."
The curve on Suzaku's mouth sharpens and he happily surrenders to the bribery of another kiss. He leaves holding the mistletoe up to Lelouch as he takes more keenly to holding the Britannian's strong jaw while their mouths open for a deeper kiss that simmers longer than the first...
•-
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Ashford Academy. 2016, December 11.
It's the end of the last week of classes for this semester and year with exams finally at their ends as well. Lelouch and Suzaku are discussing the history test while they walk to the club room together after school for a little Christmas party before the winter break. Suzaku is stressing, putting himself down, and Lelouch is reassuring - since he's the one that helped Suzaku study, it's impossible that failure is even a possible outcome.
Lelouch's violet eyes are locked on Suzaku's bashful smile (unknowingly) and neither of them notices their president.
But Milly never has any trouble making herself known.
'Hold up, boys!' They are halted by Milly's palm when they reach the Student Council threshold and, more importantly, her ghastly smile that could turn tides.
Mostly, it just turns Lelouch's stomach.
'...Do you need something?' Lelouch apathetically asks.
Milly's lips sharpen and her eyes glint like a dagger - and this is when Lelouch notices Shirley and Rivalz who look equally disturbed sitting at the table.
'For you two to kiss.' She points up, and both princes look.
Goddamn mistletoe.
In the goddamn doorway.
Snow isn't even piling on the ground yet this year but mistletoe is ripe on the door.
Judging by their expressions, Shirley and Rivalz didn't pass through the gatekeeper unscathed.
Lelouch looks back at his grinning advisory with a dull drop of his eyes. 'No.'
'Yes.' Milly argues just as easily.
'No.'
'Yes.'
'No.'
'Yes.'
'No.'
'Yes.'
Lelouch's nostrils flare and he opens his mouth like a dragon churning fire up its throat-
'The longer you make me wait the longer I'm going to make you kiss!' she cuts him off before he can scorch her into ashes.
'You realize this is sexual harassment, right?'
'So, what, you'll sue me?'
Lelouch is royalty.
He can do better than just "suing."
'Come on, Lelouch.' Suzaku touches the western prince's shoulder, his clear clover eyes like a crisp wave trying to calm Lelouch. 'It's just for fun. Don't take everything so seriously.'
'See? Suzaku is a good sport!' Milly chirps like a songbird pecking at Lelouch's nerves. 'Stop being such a prude-pants.'
Suzaku laughs and Lelouch scowls.
Lelouch's... "prude-pants" notwithstanding, Suzaku doesn't know better than to just comply with Milly. Even though Lelouch knows the more he fights the more satisfaction she gets, she won't be any less hungry if he succumbs to her.
The only winning with Milly is by avoiding her nonsense in the first place.
Of course, that is easier said than done.
'Lelouch,' Suzaku shyly says with a light pink pinching his cheeks, 'we're friends, so it's ok.'
Lelouch's mind actually blanks as he gapes at his friend.
What the hell is that even supposed to mean?
(Wait.
He doesn't...
Does he want to kiss-?)
'Suzaku, you get it!' Milly coos and it's as if her voice is boiling honey pouring over Lelouch's skin, but when she steps under the mistletoe towards Suzaku, reaching for his shoulders-
Lelouch's blood freezes.
Like watching a nightmare underwater water, Lelouch's muscles burn (with something... possessive he can't identify) as she aims to soil Suzaku's purity-
Lelouch doesn't like where this is going.
He doesn't exactly know why, just knows he doesn't.
(If anyone is going to kiss Suzaku, it'll be Lelouch. And no one else.)
Not. One. Bit.
But he shoves Milly away by his palm on her face (moving faster than he ever has and ever thought he even could), ignoring her squawking grunt of surprise and closes the distance between him and his best friend in a few steps. Suzaku's eyes are wide open, shinning like perfect emeralds (like Lelouch hasn't quite noticed before...?) and Lelouch can both see and hear the other prince swallow as fair fingers curve around his cheek.
Suzaku's skin is softer than it looks.
His lips, however, are a little chapped.
But... very warm.
Their lips met very quickly, perhaps faster than Lelouch was prepared for, and what was intended to be a quick peck somehow melts into something that lingers... A little too long. Lelouch isn't even completely certain of what he's doing - kissing, not exactly a field of expertise - but Suzaku doesn't seem to know either, and that's... comforting.
This isn't... entirely unpleasant.
(Although there is something strange and hot turning in Lelouch's stomach... and beating against his chest... flooding up to his ears...)
Not something he would've expected to happen when he woke up this morning, but... it's better than he could have expected. Not that he's ever thought about it.
Because he hasn't.
He stands under Milly's damnable mistletoe with three of their friends watching and all Lelouch's brain is fixated on is the feeling of Suzaku's lips.
Suzaku presses his so... gingerly. (Like uncertainty dusted with sugar.)
And the overlapping fit of their still lips is... (insufficient? It stirs a... want to shift his own lips, to move them until they connect perfectly with Suzaku's-)
Lelouch pulls away (when his lips twitch), withdrawing his hand when he steps back-
And sees Suzaku's face blooming redder than a poinsettia.
Lelouch subtly licks his lips while Milly noshes on the vulnerable visage of the eastern prince that tries to cower under his own hands, sputtering against her rowdy delight. Lelouch knows he should intervene and save Suzaku, but he... likes the look of that blush.
Even so, Lelouch does save his best friend from their frothing president and move into the club room to cool down with eggnog and wait for their other two members.
Lelouch steals glances at Suzaku for the rest of the party, vividly remembering the touch and taste of his lips...
For an unfathomable once, Suzaku was right.
Kissing is ok because they're friends.
(Maybe... it's more than ok.
Because they're friends.)
•-
-•
"Kind of hard to imagine it's been five years today." Suzaku gently murmurs through the tapering of their kiss.
"I don't know. Still seems like yesterday when I saw your red face." Lelouch smirks, lowering his mistletoe-holding hand to his lap.
"I was embarrassed because I was blushing, and that just made it worse." Suzaku groans as he rubs his hand over his face not unlike he had at the time.
"Five years later and I still have the same effect."
Suzaku pushes his husband's shoulder. "Don't flatter yourself."
Lelouch chuckles. "It wasn't exactly a voluntary kiss, but I suppose it turned out all right."
That kiss was the catalyst; the tiny spark that lit a roaring fire. Clovis can pride himself in his younger brother's relationship and subsequent marriage all he wants, but he only fanned an already-burning fire. ...Maybe, Lelouch just didn't exactly... notice the fire...
"You suppose, huh?" Suzaku pecks his husband's mouth with a quick kiss that feels a little like a warning.
"So far." But Lelouch continues to tease, sliding his squeezing hand up Suzaku's thigh - missing how much easier it was to reach skin when he wore traditional attire. After his birthday into adulthood two years ago, the Japanese prince adapted more western ware into his wardrobe because "it's easier to wear." Maybe so, but yukatas are still Lelouch's favorite.
Even if seasonably inappropriate right now.
Suzaku shakes his head this time. "If you want it to stay all right, you won't be so cheeky, will you?"
"I'm sure I can make it up to you..." His voice steps from his lips a few notches lower, rolling in the deeper tones that always pebble Suzaku's skin and the brunet doesn't resist when the hand that hiked up his leg pushes up at his holiday sweater. He smiles against Lelouch's lips and his fingers pluck down shirt buttons without missing a beat as they sink below the head of the couch.
Lelouch hardly needs any incentive to kiss Suzaku nowadays. He's still not a fan of that doorway-hanging trap, but Suzaku makes it seem rather... cute. It even seems to make his lips a little sweeter...
But Lelouch especially likes the way it falls to the floor with his tie.
Or maybe the way it leads to Suzaku on his back with open pants and legs...
Lelouch wedges up against and between Suzaku's legs, leaning on one elbow with one foot planted firmly on the floor while they pet each other with receptive touches. Their hands are familiar and well-traveled; Lelouch doesn't worry of his pride as his own breath shudders through his chest under Suzaku's attention - his hands are hot. Firm. Suzaku isn't shy either, letting his back curve off the dark red couch cushion as Lelouch plays him in the way that's just too right. Their strokes are easy on fast excitement to the jangling jingles of old Christmas music tinkering through their hot breaths and cracking pops from the fire.
But Lelouch likes the sounds Suzaku makes the best.
His breathy moans are a heated fog over his evergreen eyes and Lelouch's head. Through his hazed violets he admires the flushed landscape of Suzaku's body under the sweater that's been pushed up his chest; tracing around his lips and stiff nipples, scanning down the solid slopes of his stomach and up the peak of his wet length before falling right back into those bottle-green eyes. Watching them roll and narrow with his pumping arm. Lelouch feels the hand sliding around him tighten while the other fists against his bare chest through his open shirt. Maybe to stifle something - a red-hot desire to just take Suzaku here and now - as Lelouch mouths at Suzaku's neck. Nibbles and sucks under a jaw line. And Suzaku sighs with rich satisfaction.
This isn't anything elaborate or prolonged, only the very simple pleasure of being together - and that's what the holidays are all about, aren't they? It's about them enjoying each other as a loving married couple would even if for this small moment. All Lelouch can think as he's hunched over his husband, smelling and tasting their lust, is that there isn't anywhere else he'd rather be.
When one of Suzaku's legs wraps around and constricts him as an empty hand clenches around his arm, Lelouch knows the limit is fast-approaching. He spots kisses up the side of Suzaku's neck as their arms move faster, grazing his lips over the dry, panting pair of the Japanese prince until they release closely together in sharp jolts...
They'll be sitting down to dinner with Emperor Genbu very soon, so this is as far as they can go.
For now...
But it's an immaterial concern as he can, at the very least, enjoy Suzaku's tight embrace and share sweet kisses that make him want to skip dinner altogether and head to bed. Or take a steaming bath.
"...Certainly didn't get this far the first time under the mistletoe." Suzaku jokingly says through his daze.
Lelouch feels his lips curve as he reaches for napkins to clean themselves. "That wouldn't have been very proper."
But if he knew then what he knows now...
"Yes, of course not," Suzaku laughs and drops his used napkin to pick up the mistletoe from the floor. "I think I'm going to hang this up..." he says in a contended breath, watching the way it dangles from his fingers. "Where do you think it should go?"
"Anywhere is fine." Lelouch easily answers with a mellow tone, leaning down to kiss Suzaku once more. The brunet chuckles in his throat as his lips are claimed.
Lelouch meant what he said. While he'll never need any reason to kiss Suzaku, it's nice to have one.
"How did the mistletoe tradition start, anyway?" the eastern prince asks as he inspects the bundle of said plant.
"Not sure." Lelouch says as he sits up. "But mistletoe is actually parasitic and typically attaches itself to trees. It steals nourishment through its unwilling host and can actually kill it in severe cases. So, I suppose there's some relevance in forcing people to kiss under it." Lelouch pauses in correcting and closing his and his husband's pants. "It's also poisonous."
Suzaku stares, any glittering affection in his eyes filtered and forgotten.
And then he sighs.
"Thank you for ruining mistletoe, a very fond memory and the mood."
"You asked a question and I answered to the best of my ability." Lelouch haughtily utters with a hint of defense frostbitten in his tone.
"Yes, but..." Suzaku simpers, his discontent seeming to chip away from his bending lips. "For future reference, talking about parasitic anythings that kill other things isn't very romantic."
"...What's your point?"
Suzaku sighs again, although this time it's a light-hearted and loving exhale as he pushes himself up and pulls Lelouch's face closer by the back of his neck. "Just kiss me, you fool."
Lelouch's eyebrow indignantly pops, but he still obliges the other prince's puckering lips.
He'll never, ever, ever tell Milly, but he might owe a lot more to that damned mistletoe than he realized at the time. Looking back, maybe they were obvious even to her and she was just trying to give them a push...
Then again, maybe not.
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