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Say My Name

It was over. The trials and the tribulations, the call to arms, the strategizing and the tactics, pride, pomp and circumstance of glorious war; as quickly as it had entered his life, it was over. What was left was the final conclusion; the closing chapter in the age of Britannia and the last stage of the Zero Requiem. He wondered darkly, as he sat in his chambers upon the bed of several kings passed, if this was truly the only path to peace. It was far too late in the game to worry about finding a way out, but all the same his mind wandered. Was the only road to peace down a river of blood?

Across the room, her body strewn across an armchair in a manner that, for anyone else, would look foolish, relaxed the emerald-haired witch; the beginning to the madness. Or rather, thought Lelouch, the end of it all. Without her help, he surely would have failed to bring his dreams, and subsequently the dreams of all the people of the world (whether they knew it or not), to fruition. She never actually forced him into war; it was his own desire long before he had met her and it would have been until the day he died had she not come along. In truth, she was no more of an influence than anyone had been; he was the manipulator, the calculator and no matter what sort of guise he tried to fool himself with, there was no way to avoid that fact.

Even through all his scheming, however, C.C continued to see him in the same light. He was Lelouch, the man who wanted to change the world. Just as all of those men before whom she had helped, however he possessed the rare ability to actually make his dreams into reality. In all of the lifetimes she had lived, never had she seen a man like him; a man who devoted himself to the goal to a fault. Even in the time of Washington�s rebellion, where the prime movers were blazingly intelligent and managed to create an entirely new country, she had not been as stricken as she had been with Lelouch; after all, he had created his own world just as he had promised.

She turned her had, her long locks falling from the side of the chair to just inches above the ground. Lelouch was sitting contemplatively on the bed, his elbow on his knee and his head on his hand as he stared off into space in that very �Lelouch� way he always did. A man like Lelouch, she knew by experience, came along only once in a millennia. She wondered why, it seemed, that the more intelligent and disciplined a man was, the less he actually thought about his own body.

Those who were truly devoted to their goal, she had discovered, never seemed to try to as much as embrace her let alone do all the lecherous things she had become accustomed to from men. With her choices of company, therefore, it was rare that she ever did get a chance to have another person in her bed. It was even rarer that she desired another person; having known the best men the world had ever seen put an impossibly high standard to her choices and she was patient enough to accept no less.

Here, however, was the young man who had destroyed the world and was about to create it anew; the man who had single-handedly beaten out every opponent that he came to face. C.C doubted that, if she continued on living until the sun was extinguished like the flame of a candle, she would ever again meet a man like Lelouch. The courage of men, she noted, was fading with the times. Where once the men of valor rose to crush their oppressors there now stood a young boy, alone in his thoughts, awaiting his execution silently so that everyone might live in peace.

That was it. She decided. While she belonged to Lelouch until his contract expired (the day that loomed over the horizon), he too would now belong to her. She turned her eyes back up to the ceiling and thought for a moment; her soon-to-be lover would not be interested in her simply flaunting herself in front of him. No, he had enough self control for that as countless girls did so happily everyday during his time at Ashford. She could tell by his blushing and his shyness, however, that the desires did indeed come over him; he was simply in complete control of himself.

Perhaps she could forcibly take him and satisfy him. No, that would only leave him feeling violated and cheap, most likely. She considered his overwhelming desire to please people; he wanted his sister to be happy, he wanted everyone in the world to be happy and he sacrificed his own body, his own soul for it. That was it! She smirked coyly before forcing the expression from her features. She took a deep breath before standing, walking across the room barefoot, the carpet cool underneath her feat. Lelouch did not look up as she approached.

�Lelouch, I have something to ask of you.� She said simply, standing at the side of the bed, looking off into the direction that he had been. He did not move.

�And what�s that?� He normally would have given her a playful exasperated chiding about how she had just eaten thirty minutes ago; he was not in a good mood as C.C had predicted.

�I want you to do something for me. You�re not going to fulfill your end of the contract and I want something else.� He finally turned his head to her, waiting. She smiled her �Witch� smile, as he called it, and turned her gaze to his. �Lie down and close your eyes.� He began to protest, frustrated that she was playing another of her games. �Or would you rather I give you my code?� He knew that her threat was empty, but all the same he sighed; she was serious if she resorted to that.

Reluctantly, he lay back upon the bed and closed his eyes; hopefully, she would have whatever lascivious fun she wanted with him, do whatever she thought would help him feel better, and then leave him to his thoughts. He knew that there was no way to talk her out of it once she had the thought in her mind.

He heard the expected rustling of clothes and then the sound of them dropping to the floor before he felt her weight on the bed. He took a deep breath and swallowed. Instead of feeling her straddle him, he felt-

�Open your eyes.� Lelouch did as instructed, although he was about to do so anyway. Before him was the glistening womanhood of the emerald witch. C.C wished she could see the look of surprise on his face, but instead held the headboard of the bed as she knelt over Zero�s face. She felt him move to pull away. �Stop.� He froze; she was no longer playful and although he perceived no threat, he felt compelled to obey her words, albeit begrudgingly.

�You�ve pleased everyone else.� She spoke calmly in her usual monotone. �You�re about to please the entire world and yet you refuse me this?� She swallowed, taking the final plunge as she spoke honestly. �Lelouch�� She closed her eyes �I need this.� He closed his eyes, sighing audibly. He had denied himself the urges until now, but here she was, forcing him to please her. Still, it wasn�t exactly the same as doing it to please himself, he reasoned. A series of dark thoughts clouded his mind as C.C�s womanhood, just inches above him, pervaded his senses.

C.C was certain she had made a mistake until a moan drove her from her thoughts. She was shocked to realize it was her own as she felt the warm sensation of the young man�s tongue slide over her once more. She shuddered and moaned again, her head pressing against the headboard as she gripped it tightly, shutting her eyes. This was it; she had accomplished her goal and the great Zero was now tasting her, soon- No, she thought. It was not over yet; he had just started to please her and while it began to fill her with molten hot need, which oozed out of her onto Lelouch�s probing tongue- she moaned again as he found the hardened pearl, shuddering as she neared release. How long had it been? A year or ten until she had last felt the tongue of a man do such things. Even with her own self-stimulation, she was severely unprepared for the feelings.

�Lelouch�� She spoke softly through broken gasps and moans, her body beginning to tremble, far too soon for her tastes. �S-stop�� she said without conviction before moaning again as his tongue slid up that bundle of nerves once more. She would never be able to muster the resolve to actually tell him to stop and he would never listen unless she spoke seriously. The time for her to make a move was rapidly slipping away from her as he slipped two fingers into her quivering womanhood, causing a louder groan from the woman above him as she was filled. Her inner muscles were evidently trying to milk his fingers as he slid them in and out, focusing his tongue-work upon her most sensitive bundle of nerves, putting his lips to it and humming softly; he had never been with a woman before nor had he heard about such things, but he could tell that gentler touch gave her the most cause for moaning.

She marveled at his inventiveness; she knew a man like Lelouch would never- she moaned again and arched her back as she began to feel the liquid desire spread its warmth throughout her body, reaching her spine slowly before shooting up and down it rapidly, effectively giving her the sensation of her body being ablaze with pleasure and being electrified by it simultaneously, her vision turning white as she shut her eyes, her senses all fading away as she allowed pure bliss to take hold. She was mildly aware of a separate warmth running down her thighs, but paid no mind to it or anything as her entire world faded into nothingness.

After a moment, the thought occurred to her to open her eyes and, reluctantly, she gave in to it. The real world materialized around her and she slowly regained her senses. Her head was pressed against the headboard and her rear end was perked up high in the air. Lelouch was off of the bed, wiping his mouth as he looked down to his hand.

�Satisfied, Witch?� He emphasized the name with venom, feigning displeasure. C.C knew too well that he was simply trying to gain some semblance of control, however she was not finished with him yet.

�No.� Lelouch turned his eyes up to her slowly, his anger flaring at her audacity.

�I did as you asked, you can�t expect me to have been the b--�

�That isn�t what I mean. We�re not done yet.� She sat on the bed, leaning back and propping herself up on her arms. �Unless you think world peace and tasting me are equivalent accomplishments, in which case I�m sincerely flattered.� Lelouch glowered and she smiled up at him. �Don�t be so serious, it won�t take long; you see how sensitive I am, I can�t have many more.�

�What do you want from me?� He asked evenly, displeased with the turn of events.

�Use your imagination.� She smiled, hair falling over her shoulders as she turned her head away from him to hide an imaginary blush.

�Lewd minx� he muttered, an actual blush coming to his cheeks. �This is the last favor you get.� Lelouch attempted to fill his voice with indignation; C.C saw through it easily. He began to unbutton his pants unceremoniously. C.C wished that he would be romantic in a way besides with his ideals, but just the fact that he was willingly agreeing (albeit through guilt) rather than fighting her absolutely had her pleased. She tried not to grin or make it obvious that she was watching him but he blushed all the same, more ashamed at the redness in his face than exposing his body. He cursed himself and wondered exactly why he was going along with it.

When he was finished, he stood straight, looking down at the woman on the bed with calm indifference. His body betrayed his image, however, as his manhood stood proudly, pointing out and forward. Without looking directly, C.C reasoned that it was at least two inches above average and, she thought absently, it was a shame that he never used- Well, he was about to do just that. She was unable to hide the grin from her face but rather turned it into a coy smirk as she looked up to her lover and, while she felt the nagging desire to remark on his body�s state of being, she figured it was best to maintain his level of pride.

�Well?� She asked expectantly. He was about to sit down but her laugh stopped him. He looked back over to her, frustrated. �That would be too gentle; go to the edge.� She crawled over to the other end of the bed and spread her legs, bending her knees and pressing her feet against the mattress, laying her upper body flat against the bed, her spring-colored hair strewn all about the bed as she reached her hands up, relaxing in the position and looking down to the approaching Lelouch. �Closer.� She commanded. He obeyed begrudgingly, embarrassment apparent in his movements and his appearance.

�Grab my legs.� She said, smirking as she raised her feet from the bed, offering her body to him playfully. He swallowed and took a deep breath before grabbing her calves near the underside of her knees. �Now, lift my hips.� He pulled up on her legs and she only smiled at him, enjoying the look of realization on him as he made their organs in perfect alignment. He looked to her for another command, but she only grinned and closed her eyes. �If you need instruction from here, you�re a lot more clueless than I thought.� Rather than respond aggressively to her taunt, he turned a brighter shade of crimson. The lack of reaction made C.C realize that he was not the same Lelouch; he was no longer doing this for her pleasure, but rather, he was a boy about to make love for the first time. At this point, it was his will to-

Her thoughts melted away as she felt his tip press against her. The man holding her legs made a soft noise in the back of his throat and the witch looked up to see his eyes closed and his face contorted in pleasure as he inched himself into her velvety tightness. She would have grinned had she just been watching, but as things were she shut her own eyes and moaned openly at every new level of depth he sunk into her. It was agonizingly slow work as she had not had a man in ages and was thus unaccustomed to the size entering her. When, at last, he filled her completely, he remained inside for a few moments, his breathing heavy as if he had not exhaled since he began his entrance.

C.C bit her lip and looked up at him, smiling a special and genuinely affectionate smile, the kind she had not given for dozens of years. Lelouch made no such gesture, but rather looked into her eyes in a different way than she was accustomed; a different manner than he was accustomed. She could feel things he had left unspoken, things he had probably never admitted to himself about her. As tender as the moment was, however, the feeling of need was growing inside of her.

His thoughts matched hers, it seemed, as he withdrew himself slowly, their small moans coming sporadically. He did not make it halfway out before he plunged himself back into her depths, pleased to again be enveloped in her warmth. C.C heard him let out another long sigh and smiled to herself that he was actually holding his breath every time. Again, he slid out of her, though it seemed that his need began to increase as he gained speed gradually, grabbing a firmer hold of her legs. They both moaned with abandon, nothing existing outside of their two bodies colliding rapidly. No thoughts entered either�s mind as the sound of skin smacking against skin sharply filled the air along with the sounds of slippery, wet sex.

C.C�s chest bounced as Lelouch�s moved with greater force, his hips slamming against hers, his fingers digging deeply into the skin of her legs. She grabbed the sheets far above her head as she moved her hips down into his in unison. Skin bruised as flesh collided rapidly, the passion of each of the two spiraling around one another, upwards and out of control, feeding off of its counterpart and growing exponentially as Lelouch gave himself over to the white hot need, slamming himself into her in instinct to a desire he had never before named.

Several moments later, but to the couple only a heartbeat later, the emerald haired woman threw her head back in ecstasy, her long locks flying backwards gracefully, giving off the image of a forest full of leaves all falling simultaneously, flowing through the air in a physical manifestation of her release. Her spine curved upwards, her screams filled the room and her body effectively milked her lover, setting off his own release, his entire mind and all of his thoughts, for once, completely dissolved into white, burning abyss. Hips collided and bucked automatically as the energy of the couple began to, at last, dissipate into the cool night air that, against the sweat-laden bodies of the couple, felt as if they had stepped into a pool of ice.

Lelouch collapsed onto the bed as he released C.C�s legs, his body half on top of hers as he embraced her readily, his lips crushing hers in a long overdue kiss, his fingers moving up to run through her hair. The woman below him reciprocated in kind, her tired arms moving up to embrace her lover with renewed vigor. Her hands moved through his hair and over his body as their lips parted, heavy breathing echoing back and forth between them. The violet-eyed man gazed longingly into the golden eyes of his lover and she smiled happily, still trying to catch her breath. She had not felt this kind of happiness since he had last said her true name.

�C2, I-� He began, but she pressed her lips to his, silencing him. She pulled back.

�Lelouch, I know what you want to say. Don�t.� She ran her fingers through his hair, holding back the words she so desperately wished to tell him as she gazed intently into his eyes, or rather the contacts over his eyes that held back the force of Geass. She looked away from him, her hands dropping to her sides. �I�m sorry�� She said, again meaning more than she had said.

�No.� He spoke evenly, forcefully. She knew the tone; he had his mind set on a goal. He was going to get what he wanted no matter what was in front of him. Only, this time, what he wanted and what was in front of him� She couldn�t look up to him, so instead, he took her chin and forced her face to his. Rather than the angry expression she had been expecting, a gentle and loving one was in its place. That hurt more to see than the anger. He took another kiss from her lips, dissolving her troubles away temporarily. When she thought he was about to pull away, he instead deepened the kiss, his hands moving up to touch her hair, his fingers moving through it tenderly. Her arms wrapped around him once more and her leg slid up over his, bending back to move between his, calf against calves.

He pulled back after several minutes, hearing the satisfied sigh escape her lips as he looked into her eyes once more. His plan had worked as she looked up at him, smiling; he had expressed what he wanted through his actions rather than saying it and she had reciprocated. He had obeyed her wishes and yet, as always, managed to get what he wanted. She closed her eyes, still smiling.

�Always so defiant� She opened her eyes once more, looking into his and smiling. �Say my name, Lelouch.� He smiled, speaking her name and endowing his voice with every feeling he felt towards her. She smiled with happiness the likes of which she had never before felt and tears welled in her eyes.

�You know,� he said, lifting his head, stroking her hair gently. �I�m glad that I met you, Devil.� He spoke the old nickname without malice. �Now I have no fear about going to hell.� She laughed despite herself and buried her face in his chest as he held her tightly, tenderly, protectively. If there was another road to peace, he thought to himself with satisfaction, he would gladly have taken the same path he had taken before given the opportunity.

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