Of Kings and Pawns | By : tenohikari Category: +. to F > Code Geass Views: 5631 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title: Of Kings and Pawns
Pairing: mainly Schneizel x Lelouch (more to come in the second arc… sorry)
Summary: The Order of the Black Knights has handed over their King in return for Japan. However, with Zero claimed dead and Lelouch in his grasp, Schneizel is only a couple turns away from claiming checkmate on the entire world.
Disclaimer: Sunrise owns Code Geass and all I own is this piece of fan fiction and I make no money writing this whatsoever. So please don’t sue me.
Warnings: M-Rated for lots of pr0n, incest, and violence.
Additional Warnings: Written in spare of the moment with OCCness and tons of grammar and spelling errors.
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Chapter 11
For the past year, Cornelia has found herself in peculiar situations ever since she hunted for the source of Geass that stained her little sister’s name. She’s encountered an immortal child who pulled a knife from his head and resumed talking. She had been a prisoner of the Geass Cult and right after her release, became one of the Black Knights. She has seen a blast with her own eyes that destroyed the settlement she once governed. The situation she was in now was probably the most bizarre one she has ever been in… having dinner with Zero.
Granted she is also dining with her brother Schneizel (which she has done on numerous occasions), and Suzaku Kururugi who is beginning to wear on her patience ever since his insubordination which has lead to this coup d’etat. Then there is Zero, the former Eleventh Prince of the Holy Britannian Empire, whose road to hell is now complete with the murder of their father … and his mother. Cornelia still finds it hard to grasp the fact the Lady Marianne, her idol, was also a Geass user who had plotted the world’s end with the Emperor. Everyone wears a mask, it seemed.
For Zero, even without his symbolic mask, he was still the terrorist who controlled, manipulated, and murdered as he so pleased. Cornelia hates him for all he has done. Yet as she watched him, push and mash around the peas on his plate; she saw the little brother who stubbornly refused to eat his vegetables even if it meant forsaking dessert. It was all too surreal… and painful at the same time.
For all his heinous crimes, Lelouch’s punishment… is to be given the high status of the first prince as well a Knight of the Round. The revelation shocks both her and Kururugi but the latter doesn’t argue as vehemently as she does. Yet she is unable to persuade Schneizel, her favorite brother, who is just as guilty as Lelouch for usurping the throne. Cornelia wants to blame Geass for her older brother’s sudden desire for power, but knows that this time she cannot. Not when that eye-patch has sealed that cursed eye which bended people to its owner’s will. She remembered walking behind the two young men, following them quietly to eavesdrop on their conversation. She had seen the locked clasp, and was relieved that it could not be removed freely.
“Lelouch wears the eye-patch voluntarily,” Schneizel had informed her prior to the meeting. He wears the guilt, the blame, and the hatred that Geass caused. He wears it and accepts responsibility and whatever thorn covered path he must walk in order to achieve some measure of atonement. She doesn’t want to believe it. She doesn’t want him to have it; however, if that were true she would have walked out of the room after dinner instead of turning to Schneizel as the plates were being cleared.
“Brother,” she spoke casually to her older sibling, “now that this task has been completed…”
Cornelia’s violet eyes trailed over to their younger sibling who stared back suspiciously. He was obviously uncomfortable around her as she was with him. The Second Prince nodded his head as he refilled his glass with ice tea before turning to his soon to be knight.
“Lelouch, there is an important matter I wish to discuss with Sir Kururugi. Would you mind walking Cornelia back to her quarters?”
Obviously, Lelouch did mind. The Eleventh Prince’s uncovered eye narrowed dangerously at Schneizel who silently urged for him to leave when their sister rose from her seat. From beside him, Suzaku visibly tensed. The Knight could vividly remember her wrath simply by rubbing the side of his cheek. About to stand up, he was quickly pinned under both the Second Prince and Princess’ shared warning look. Lelouch reluctantly gave in as he placed the napkin sitting on his lap back on the table as he rose to follow Cornelia out.
Once alone, Schneizel set his glass down and clinking of several ice cubes caused the knight to turn his attention from the now closed door back to him. The brunet steeled his features and tried not to worry about his best friend having his head crushed into the wall by his older sister. Those lavender eyes were now fixated upon him, reading him as if his thoughts were written clearly on his face.
“What did you wish to discuss with me, your highness?”
The Prince’s face was an expressionless mask, and the smile he had worn during dinner was long gone. Schneizel folded his glove hands together and stared at Suzaku with so much scrutiny that the Honorary Britannian could have sworn he could almost hear the faint Geass command in his head. This was going to be a dangerous conversation and he firmly planted his heels into the floor to prevent himself from running.
After analyzing the youth for a few minutes, Schneizel’s tone was grave as he spoke.
“I will get straight to the point, Knight of One, Suzaku Kururugi. I have taken Lelouch as my lover, and I am not willing to share.”
~*~*~*~*~
They walk in uncomfortable silence, together, side by side. Never in their wildest dreams as the former Viceroy of Area 11 and the Leader of the Black Knights could they imagine themselves in this situation. They had always opposed each other ever since the Witch of Britannia’s trap in the Saitama Ghetto. Even during the hotel jacking, when they made their temporary truce to rescue the hostages (which Euphemia was among); Lelouch wanted the opportunity to announce his Black Knights to the world whereas Cornelia was waiting for the opportunity to capture him and his accomplices. They finally faced each other during the Black Rebellion for a final showdown… and both of them lost in the end.
“Cornelia,” he finally speaks and he notes how she tenses but does not turn to face him. Lelouch lets it spill forward; the truth he had told Suzaku on Kamine Island… and more. He tells her about how his meeting with Euphie at the hotel jacking, their reunion on Kamine Island, and then again at Ashford with Nunnally where the sub-viceroy had announced the SAZ. He tells her about the Geass and how he lost control and how a careless statement had caused the death of hundreds including their sister. “I’m not going to apologize. I don’t want you to forgive me.”
He wouldn’t forgive anyone if it were him in her place.
“Embrace your hatred,’” he had told Suzaku that night, “just think of Euphie. I made up my mind long ago.”
She doesn’t answer him and the silence becomes unbearable once more. It is only when they arrive at her quarters, after surveying that no one is out roaming the halls this late, does the soldier princess grabs him by the arm and all but drags him inside. Lelouch catches himself when she releases him but doesn’t have time to question her sudden action when a sharp slap hits him across the face.
Cornelia is breathing heavily now as they are behind closed doors, glaring at him fiercely. However, it surprises her that it’s not entirely him she’s focused on. Hey eyes stare at the stinging red mark she has made on his face; it is the imprint of her grief and rage. Ever since he confronted her on the Ikaruga, she has wanted nothing but to strike him down, over and over again. However, her heart just isn’t in it… to throw salt into an open wound that was visibly displayed before her as Lelouch silently waited for her to continue.
“What are you seeking with that accursed power?”
“What am I seeking? I’m seeking to save a sister who I adore.”
“How dare you!” she hisses while grabbing the front of his top and pushes him against the wall, he doesn’t resist as he stares patiently back at her. “You damn fool! How… how could you?! How could you do all this to us? To Nunnally? To yourself?!”
The last question confuses him but he answers regardless, even if the words do not justify his actions. “There was too much, too much hatred in my heart when we were exiled to Japan. Hatred for our father and for the world he created where the strong would always dominate the weak; a world where Nunnally could never live in peace being blinded and crippled. Nunnally… she was my one and only family. We were orphans and I had to be both mother and father for the past seven years we were together.”
Cornelia’s eyes widened as she drew back a step; clearly stunned by his last part.
“I had raised her on my own,” Lelouch continued, his gaze lowered and appeared lost in memory, “even though we were taken in by the Kururugi clan and then by the Ashfords, I willingly gave up my own childhood to tend to her every need and to become a parent.”
He had done all the cooking… cleaning… laundry… sewing... working… managing money… buying groceries… fishing… planting… fixing a wheel chair… fixing up parts of the shack they lived in… tutoring both himself and his sister… staying up all night trying to get her fevers down whenever she got sick…
It had been all worth it, for Nunnally was his entire world even when Suzaku had joined their small family.
“Despite all the hardships of living off of almost nothing; we were happy… Nunnally, Suzaku, and I. Then the war had begun and we were homeless once more. The only time I was grateful for Nunnally’s blindness, was when we had to walk for miles through fields of Japanese casualties.”
“Brother… what’s that awful smell? Are we passing through a garbage dump?”
Although life had gotten much easier when they went to Ashford Academy and had their own maid, Sayoko; it was still not peaceful. Especially when Lelouch had left campus to pursue underground gambling which provided enough funds to cover his sister’s medical expenses. It was also how he would have died in the Shinjuku ghetto had he not met C2.
“When I was about to be gunned down by Britannian soldiers in Shinjuku with a group of Japanese children simply for being at the wrong place at the wrong time; I made a contract and received my Geass. Had I died then, Nunnally’s future would have died right along with me. I wanted to crush Britannia that prevented Nunnally for having a peaceful future; and you can’t change the world without getting your hands dirty… I told Clovis that before I killed him.”
At the mention of the former third prince, Cornelia tightened her hold on Lelouch though her feral expression softened somewhat. “But Nunnally is dead and so is Euphie. Their futures are gone… why do you still feel the need to change the world?”
Lelouch remembered why he had returned with Suzaku, why he was here and not with C2 and Jeremiah. So many had lost their futures, not just Nunnally and Euphemia; there was Rolo, Shirley, and the millions of others who had died.
“I want to grant their wishes. To create the world they both dreamed of; a world of peace without war, fear and hatred. As naïve as it sounds, I want a world where everyone can live happily.”
Cornelia released him completely and took another step back. A four year old memory returned to with crystal clear clarity. She remembered having tea with her favorite older brother as they discussed politics while Euphie had run about the garden playing innocently with one of her pets.
“Tell me Euphie,” Schneizel had asked when she had joined them, “What would you do if you became a viceroy?”
“Well, I think I’d like to make the country where everyone could live happily!”
Both the Second Prince and Princess laughed, amused by her naiveté.
“That’s right; Euphie has the highest of intentions.”
She made a mistake by looking into his uncovered violet eye that was filled with guilt, despair, and yet at the same time there was hope. Lelouch hopes that the world will become just as beautiful as their sisters dreams. He hopes, despite his words, that someday he could be forgiven. He hopes that she will give him a chance. Cornelia saw his reddened cheek and… hell… she felt guilty. The infamous Witch of Britannia, felt as if she were melting. All her cold hatred and frustration for this boy who was barely a man, was beginning to melt away.
“Cornelia…” he spoke again but she had raised her hand to him to demand for silence.
Her thoughts that were racing about had finally come to halt when she remembers those innocent days where Euphie and Nunnally would run about, picking flowers, without a care in the world. She finally spoke the words that automatically came to her lips.
“Do not let them down.”
It’s not forgiveness… but it is a start.
~*~*~*~*~
It was late, and although Cecil and the other members of his staff had retired for the day; Lloyd Asplund was still working. He had spent the past couple days analyzing the data he retrieved from the Shinkiro and his plans on repairing the damage of Lancelot Conquista which was ironically caused by the Guren Mark II he had upgraded which fell back into the enemy’s hands. Oh well, sometimes you have to cut your losses and move onto your next venture.
Lloyd was already giddy with a new project – two of them in fact - given to him by Prince Schneizel once they reach the homeland. Though he had been skeptical about Second Prince’s coup, however, since everything had miraculously worked out; Lloyd was eager to return to return to Britannia and the extra funding he would receive from the 99th Emperor. As a scientist, his loyalty to his creations came before his country. Yet only a few people onboard the Avalon understood this.
“I figured that you would still be here,” Kanon spoke fondly upon entering the room with a tray of two mugs of coffee. The brunet set them down on a counter before taking a seat by the wall.
“Ah, why hello Kanon,” the scientist turned to smile cheerily at his guest, “my you’re spending less and less time with his highness these nights aren’t you? Lover’s spat?”
The other Earl chuckled in amusement as he removed his hat and reached for one of the mugs on the tray. Upon taking a sip, the brunet allowed himself to sigh tiredly with a satisfied smile upon his lips. “Come now, you know his highness just as well as I do. The three of us did go to school together.”
Lloyd ‘hmmed’ under his breath without taking his eyes off his work, “We both know how he prefers strange and unusual things…so the prince has a new prize does, he? Is it Zero?”
“I’m afraid that I am not obliged to say.”
“You tease!”
Kanon leaned back in his seat, holding his mug with both hands as he stared up at the ceiling. “I’m surprised. You didn’t try to convince Nina into staying after going out of your way to recommend her services to Prince Schneizel.”
Shrugging his shoulders, Lloyd spun around in his chair – a couple times – before taking his own beverage. After draining the mug in a matter of minutes, the silly smile that often adorned the scientist’s face was gone and replaced with a much more serious expression. Setting down the empty mug, the Earl reached up to remove his glasses. With a white handkerchief he began to clean off the non-existent smudges he believed were there.
“Nina was really too young to accept the responsibilities of a scientist,” he explained, “I should have realized this when she refused to let go of her obsession to avenge Princess Euphemia.”
Lloyd’s cat like eyes narrowed at his own warped reflection on the lenses as he continued. “In order to create you must destroy. Honestly, what did that foolish girl expect when she built that warhead and insisted that it be used in the battle over the Tokyo Settlement; pretty rainbows, fireworks, and thirty-five million dead Zeros?”
Kanon looked thoughtful. “She wanted to contribute something that would bring peace to the world, and unknowingly she has.”
When the Second Prince’s aide did not elaborate, Lloyd placed his glasses back on and smiled once more as; all seriousness put aside. “So what is Prince Lelouch like?”
“Oh, he’s a most interesting young man.” Kanon was always amused watching the two brothers interact, like in the bathroom.“You might actually enjoy talking to him.”
The silver-haired man looked almost curious considering he rarely enjoyed having conversations with other people who did not share his interests or enthusiasm. “After our first meeting, I’m fairly sure he’ll be avoiding me. So is the long lost prince the strange and unusual type?”
“Perhaps more than myself.”
Lloyd’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline as he turned back to his work, “Reeeaaaallly? Such a human actually exists?”
“Well, then there’s you.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere, my dear Earl Maldini.”
As he finished his own coffee, Kanon stood up and walked over to where his old classmate was sat hunched over at his desk. The brunet was surprised to see blue prints for the creation of yet another Lancelot, even though the Conquista was being repaired. Also the new version had a pair of Cecil’s energy wings used for the Guren.
“Is that a ninth generation Knightmare frame?”
Lloyd childishly covered the blue print with his arm and turned his head to smirk up at Kanon.
“Not telling!”
“Hhmph… tease.”
~*~*~*~*~
Almost in a daze, Suzaku lets his feet wander the halls of the Avalon with no particular destination in mind. As much as the Honorary Britannian tried to think of his new title as the Knight of One and currently liberated Japan; his mind was still focused on the revelation that Prince Schneizel and Lelouch were sleeping together. He should have realized it sooner, though, how Lelouch rarely left the Second Prince’s quarters, the way they stared at one another, and how Schneizel’s voice sounded even more affectionate when he addressed his brother than he had with his other younger siblings.
Second Imperial Prince of Britannia and the Enemy of the Empire were lovers; it sounded something akin to Romeo and Juliet. Yet to Suzaku it just sounded… wrong, and it wasn’t because he had a physical relationship with his childhood friend, or if Schneizel was almost a decade older, or even if they were half brothers; it was simply wrong because it was Schneizel and Lelouch. The White King and the Black King, it was against the rules for them to stand side by side.
“This conversation stays between the two of us, Sir Kururugi, as one of my most trusted Knight of the Rounds. I am glad you and Lelouch were able to reconcile and become friends once more…”
‘If we were to become more than just friends,’ Suzaku wondered while remembering the dangerous glint in the Second Prince’s eyes when he admitted that he and Lelouch had often bedded each other prior to the Black Rebellion. He hadn’t wanted to divulge anymore of their past; however, even though Schneizel did not have Geass, he too had a way of bending one’s will to his own.
“I know the reason why you wanted to become Knight of One, Sir Kururugi. You wanted to govern Area 11 and I’m afraid that isn’t possible right now since that country has become independent once more. However, the future is unpredictable… you’re just going to have to be patient.”
Then suddenly pieces of the puzzle started to click into place as more questions arose. What was the real reason why Schneizel liberated Japan when all opposition had all but ceased when the FLEIJA was fired? Why did the Black Knights claim Zero dead when Lelouch was alive and well on the Avalon? Why didn’t Lelouch tell him any of this when he was so willing to explain his past actions?
“Suzaku?” Lelouch’s voice quickly caused him to jerk to a halt and turn around to see the dark haired boy walking toward him. “I was calling you from down the hallway, are you okay?”
The brunet opened his mouth at first but forced himself to break out into a yawn when he recalled Schneizel’s warning tone during their conversation. “Yeah, I’m just tired. It has been a long day.”
Blinking, the young prince stopped and tilted his head and began to study him, that purple gaze reading him just as Schneizel’s had. “I see. Well get some rest, you’re going to need it when we return to the homeland tomorrow.”
“Yeah…” Suzaku couldn’t help but reach out and tilt his friend’s face to the side, wincing as he saw the reddening cheek. “Looks like Princess Cornelia got you.”
“It was only a slap.”
“Lucky, she slugged me.”
Lelouch laughed before he drew back, while rubbing the side of his face. The brunet allowed his hand to fall back down and tried not to look his friend in the eye. The questions he wanted to ask remained locked away, so instead he tried to sound hopeful.
“Hey, Lelouch, we’re… we’re friends, right?”
“Idiot, what kind of question is that?”
“Yes or no?”
The prince blinked at him in confusion at his friend’s desperate tone. “Yes.”
Suzaku sighed, the word relieving the tension in his body and he visibly relaxed a little. “Then you know you can tell me anything.”
“Yes, I know.”
There was a long silence and Suzaku was half hoping the other boy would explain how he ended up on his former enemy’s flagship and maybe clarify his taboo relationship with his older brother. Yet Lelouch did no such thing as he only smiled tiredly back at his first and best friend.
“It has been a long day; I need to get some rest as well. Goodnight, Suzaku.”
“Goodnight, Lelouch.”
The Knight watched his friend turn and walk away; away from him and towards the older brother who was waiting.
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When Lelouch returned, his face was grim as he stared at Schneizel who was still sitting at the table that yet to been put away. He frowned at the blonde prince and tonight, he didn’t feel like sharing a bed with that man. He turned away from his brother and walks over to one of the sofas that had been pushed up against the wall.
“Lelouch…”
The said boy did his best not to tense when that low, sensual, and yet commanding voice stopped him in his tracks. He did not turn around, and could only imagine the frown the other must be wearing. “What?”
“Come, sit with me for awhile.”
After removing his shoes, Lelouch moved to curl up on the sofa instead. He closed his eye and tried to will himself to sleep. However, he was too angry to do so. After meeting his friend in the hallway, it was painfully obvious that something was off. It was the way that those emerald eyes had tried to avert his gaze and the almost nervous edge in the Japanese boy’s voice.
“You know you can tell me anything.”
‘He knows,’ Lelouch couldn’t help but think. ‘How does he know? Did Schneizel tell him? But why would he? Suzaku didn’t need to know such details…’
His thoughts come to a halt when a hand grasped his shoulder and his eye flies open as he’s turned to lie on his back. Schneizel is gazing down on him, a pleasant smile on his face but his eyes are cold, chilling even. One hand trails to cup his reddened cheek and he winces.
“I’m sorry, Lelouch,” Schneizel says as he lowers himself down on one knee, “Cornelia had wanted to speak to you before you departed for Kamine Island and…”
“Suzaku…” the boy interrupted while jerking his head away from his brother’s touch, “I met with him in the hallway and even though he hadn’t said anything… you told him didn’t you?”
He watches his older brother’s expression turn from apologetic to that of indifference in a blink of an eye. Raising himself up with his arms so that they are at eye level; Lelouch’s eye narrowed and his lips twitch into a frown. He had just reconciled with his childhood friend and now there was another rift that has come between them… how was he supposed to explain this forbidden physical relationship?
The corner of Schneizel’s mouth twitches upward into a smile as he leans close, too close, until their lips almost touch. “And what if I did?”
Lelouch glowered and resisted the urge to back down. Already he felt those large hands move across his body, exploring their territory, keeping him pinned down. Schneizel straightened his back and was looking down at the dark haired boy once more, and smirked.
“I thought he should know, as my Knight of One and your ex-lover. Secrets shouldn’t exist between family and friends.”
The youth disentangles himself from his brother’s hands and swings his legs over the sofa, causing the older man to back away to avoid them, as he sits up. They stare at each other for a long time, and Lelouch studies his older sibling whose face has become unreadable. Schneizel’s mask was flawless, and one to be feared; he could almost understand their father’s desire to see them destroyed.
“I wish I could believe that,” he began while his eye never looked away from his brother. “You don’t see me as your lover or knight, do you? To you, I am a prize that you’ve won and to be played in any manner you see fit… a pawn.”
Schneizel tilts his head slightly to the side, a lock of blonde hair falling into his face. “Is that how you see it, Lelouch? Have I not promised to elevate your status, adopt you into my clan, and give you a title that surpasses Suzaku’s? Do you really think a mere pawn is entitled to all of that?”
Questions answered by questions; his brother’s responses always irritated him to no end but Lelouch remained calm and callous.
“Only a pawn that cannot move freely without that power,” he answered, “and a piece that cannot move to attack or defend is useless.”
The next Emperor looks down at him thoughtfully and then the smirk is replaced with a warm – almost tender - smile as he all but kneels at the youth’s feet. Taking advantage of his younger brother’s surprise, he captures those black gloved hands with his white ones and leans in close. To his credit, the former rebel leader doesn’t lean back in an attempt to escape.
“Do you want me to tell you, that I love you, Lelouch?”
The question catches the teen off guard and he sputters angrily and tries to free his arms from that confining grip. “What? Where the hell did that come from?!”
Schneizel only continues to smile while brushing his lips across the boy’s flushed cheek. He laughs lightly, for Lelouch’s reactions never fail to amuse him. He answers anyway; the time for talking is almost up.
“I do love you, my little brother,” he whispers into the teen’s ear and feeling him flinch. “More than any of our brothers and sisters; more than any lover I have ever taken. I love the way you surrender and yet still continue to challenge me. Even though your official title will be Knight of Zero, you will always be my Black King.”
Lelouch shudders at both the possessiveness in his brother’s voice and his awakening desire when the Second Prince presses even closer and that cruel mouth descends upon his own. He forces his tense body to relax as he parts his lips, allowing for a tongue to slip inside. In the dark corner of Zero’s mind, he thinks about biting down just like the first time… and tearing through that muscle to the point where he wouldn’t have to hear the older man speak again. However, he’s too busy enjoying its conquest, dueling with his own tongue before teasing the roof his mouth. He doesn’t know when his arms had been released as his they wrap around Schneizel’s shoulders as hands roam up and down his sides before slipping under his clothes.
Lelouch allowed his head to fall back when his mouth was released, panting heavily while squeezing his eye shut. He felt those hands beginning to slowly peel away the layers of his clothing. The hot tongue that had dominated his mouth began to trace the contours of his stomach, his chest, for swirling around one of his nipples. The feeling of déjà vu takes a hold of Lelouch as he shivers when a bare hand reaches down to cup his groin.
It was just like their first time, even though there was no chair with built in restraints or a cloth blindfold to blind him completely. Instead, he was bound by his own volition to being this man’s accomplice in changing the world, and blinded by the dark desire they both shared for each other.
“Surrender to me.”
Those words might as well have been a Geass command that caused him to settle, obey, to give into his lust.
Schneizel slipped out of the embrace as he kneeled once more, eagerly spreading those pale legs apart and gently took the boy’s flushed arousal into his hands. He teases the warm soft and yet hard flesh under his palms; sliding both thumb and index fingers up and down from base to tip. Lelouch shudders with his back arching off the sofa.
“Ugh! Arghhh… Schneizel!”
The Second Prince shall never tire hearing his name called out in the throws of passion, or those little mewls and deafening-screams. After all, they are appreciative noises made only for him.
“That reminds me,” he speaks casually while massaging the tip of his lover’s arousal, “I never apologized properly for what I did to you this morning, did I?”
Lelouch cracked open his uncovered eye and glowered at him. “Why bother? You never apologized properly for what you did to me after I was taken as your prisoner.”
Schneizel locked his gaze with the Eleventh Prince as he lowered his head, giving the head of his brother’s shaft a long slow lick. He held back a chuckle when the boy moaned loudly at the sight and the sensation, his eye squeezing shut once more. He had done this before the first time, but was deprived of seeing his prize’s reaction without the blindfold. Knowing apologies would be a waste of breath, the Prime Minister considered the twitching cock in his hands before leaning forward and taking it into his mouth.
Strong hands held his thrashing hips down as Lelouch had suddenly cried out upon being engulfed into the warm, wet, heat. He forces himself to open his eye and looked down, to see his long time opponent kneeling between his legs, pleasuring him with his mouth. Lelouch feels himself hardening even more at the sight as breath becomes labored, as he reaches out to run a trembling hand through fine pale blonde hair.
“Ah! Schn…. Schneizel!” he moans again as the wicked tongue feels like it’s curling around his length while the Second Prince takes him deep throat. It feels as if he’s being devoured and Lelouch couldn’t be happier as he cries out even louder, knowing there’s a strong possibility that anyone could hear him.
He could care less who heard him outside Schneizel’s quarters, it could be the crew of the Avalon, the Knights of the Round, The Order of the Black Knights, or the entire world for that matter; he was going to come… any… any moment now…
“Ugh! Ah! Oh, God!”
After swallowing every milky drop; the Second Prince practically smiles around the wilting erection in his mouth. He’s amused to no end at the last part of his little brother’s cry before it becomes incoherent swearing. ‘God’… Now that was certainly a title he could easily get used to… and very soon.
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Epilogue
A few days after the announcement of Charles Zi Britannia’s death; former Prime Minister and Second Imperial Prince, Schneizel El Britannia, assumed the throne as the 99th Emperor of the Realm. Although Odysseus Eu Britannia was the First Prince, in light of Schneizel’s accomplishments and the public’s favoritism, he had stepped aside and eagerly supported his younger brother. No one in the Imperial Royal Family had objected.
In loss of the mightiest Knight of the Empire, Bismark Waldstein; Emperor Schneizel had rewarded the title to Honorary Britannian, Suzaku Kururugi, the former knight of Seven and personal knight to Princess Euphemia Li Britannia – for his efforts that ended the battle in the former Area 11 that stopped the world-wide rebellion lead by the UFN.
However, the leadership of the Knights of the Rounds had been split between the Knight of One, Suzaku Kururugi… and the Knight of Zero, a half-blinded Lelouch El Britannia – formerly Lelouch Vi Britannia until he was adopted in the Schneizel’s clan and making him the First Imperial Prince. His public appearance had been equally shocking to the court, as well as his two new titles.
Odysseus had been first to applaud when his young brother had been knighted. At the grandiose party afterward he had expressed having high hopes that Lelouch was still alive after Nunnally had been found. The royal family had also been elated with the return of their soldier princess, Cornelia, who held her younger brother’s hand during Nunnally’s funeral - would resume her duties after a year long absence.
The world outside Britannia’s rule was not pleased when the 99th Emperor’s live coronation, produced by the newly appointed Director of Media Affairs - Diethard Ried (whose name had been cleared from suspicion of treason and terrorism), was aired on an international broadcast. Especially the Black Knights...
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Captain Kallen Kouzuki felt her knees buckle as she sank into a chair, staring in horrified shock – and she wasn’t the only one – as they watched the broadcast from Ikaruga’s control room. The Black Knights and UFN leaders had already assumed that if the 98th Emperor of Britannia were to perish; that the conqueror of the Euro Universe, Prince Schneizel would always assume the throne. It wasn’t a complete shock to see the son of Japan’s former Prime Minister, promoted to the rank of Knight of One. No, what truly made the command level of the Black Knights cringe and seethe was when the camera focused on their former leader.
Lelouch El Britannia, dressed in white pressed uniform of the Knight of the Rounds, a black cloak, and an eye-patch; kneeled before the new Emperor and swear loyalty to the Empire. It was the very same Empire that Zero had wanted to crush when he put on that symbolic mask and formed the Black Knights. Kallen just felt sick to her stomach and she left the control room not wanting to watch anymore.
The days flew by quickly after that the broadcast, and they were days filled with anxiety and dread for the Order. Xingke and Kaguya were having a difficult time with several nations in the UFN that either wanted to withdraw and rejoin the Empire or go to war now that Schneizel was Emperor and his proposed plan for peace – ‘Damocles’ was now operational. There was also a panic within the lower level of the Black Knights, who were already losing hope and terrified that Britannia would destroy or retake their country by use of the FLEIJAs.
Ohgi had all but lost it, shouting that it was much too early to give into despair and that they had to make their own miracles now. His outbursts had inspired a few but without their founder – their symbol – many remained discouraged. Kallen was one of the many although she held her head up high and tried to remain hopeful…
That was until one day she found Kaguya sitting in Zero’s former quarters, folding a white piece of paper into a crane. The young politician was clearly exhausted from weeks of endless negotiations and her usually perkiness was all but gone. All though she remained silent even when Kallen sat down beside her, those weary emerald eyes spoke volumes.
There was going to be war.
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“So when will you be coming back?” C2 asks as she lounges on an arm chair holding her two favorite things: a slice of pizza and a large Cheese-kun plush.
“At the end of the week; I have informed my staff that you and Jeremiah will be living here with me at the Aries Villa from now on. Do you have all the paperwork ready for your travel? ”
“Yes, yes,” she replies waving her hand dismissively in the air, “Orange-boy took care of it and he’s even packing our luggage as we speak.”
“He’s not your man servant, you know.”
“You’re right.” C2 smirks as she looks over to the conference screen, “that would be you. Oh, and I’ll bring your credit card bill with me.”
The Knight of Zero glared back with his mismatched eyes.
“Witch.”
After ending the transmission, Lelouch turned away from the monitor, placed the eye patch back on and secured it with the key. Dawning his black cloak; he walked over to the nightstand by his bed and picked up his phone and quickly responded to Milly’s last text message before switching the power off. Adding enough pressure with his thumb, he pushed the back cover open, and carefully slid the pin sized key underneath the battery where it was hidden and kept in place. Closing the cell back up, the prince turned to the servant who had finished packing his luggage.
“You didn’t hear that conversation.”
“Yes, your highness.”
Red rings around dark eyes suddenly vanished, and the tall gentleman blinks before picking up the suitcase. “Everything has been packed, sir. Shall we go downstairs now? Lords Kururugi, Weinberg, and Alstreim are waiting for you in the courtyard.”
“Yes, let us go,” Lelouch smiled as he made his way towards his bedroom door “Sebastian, please treat my guests well, while I’m in Cambodia. They’re both like family to me.”
“Of course, your highness.”
Lelouch, followed by his servant, walked down the sunlight filled hallways within the living quarters of Aries Villa – the palace which had been his home for ten years before he and his sister were exiled. He hadn’t wanted to move back here at first, but it was the place where he had happy memories with his family, and if he were to stop and listen long enough, the prince was certain he would hear the childish laughter of yesterday.
Upon his arrival to the Villa, he was pleasantly surprised to have found that their treasured childhood mementos had been kept in storage rather than thrown away. Sebastian had discovered an album that had a portrait of his little sister, with her seeing innocent eyes and large smile, and made a small digital copy for him at his request. Lelouch held up his cell and tenderly caressed the dangling locket. Opening the silver charm up, he smiled at the heart piece that had Nunnally’s child face on, and then at the other with Rolo’s.
“Your big brother is heading off now,” he thought fondly before slipping it into his pants pocket before heading out to meet the other Knights.
“Hey Prez!” Gino waved at him, wearing the same goofy grin when they met at Ashford, “We’ve been waiting for you!”
Standing beside the Tristan pilot, the Knight of One sighed. “Gino, someday you’re going to have to address Lelouch by his proper title. You’ll get yourself in trouble if you call him that in public.”
“If Emperor Schneizel doesn’t care, I don’t think anyone else will.” The Knight of Three reached out and grabbed Suzaku with one arm and looped the other around Lelouch, before pulling his two friends close. “Right, Anya?”
The Knight of Six shrugged nonchalantly as she turned to snap a picture of Suzaku and Lelouch fighting their way out of an awkward group hug.
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“Happy one-month anniversary,” Schneizel spoke after the long heated kiss that followed Lelouch stepping through the door of the Emperor’s quarters onboard his new flagship. Leaning back against his older brother’s embrace, the dark haired teen looked up at him quizzically.
“I didn’t know you were such the sentimental type, brother. Where is my bouquet of roses and candy?”
“I’m afraid you’re going to have to settle for the reconstructed Gawain instead.”
“That will do.” Lelouch nodded seriously. “And what would you like for this one-month anniversary?”
Schneizel stroked his chin thoughtfully upon releasing the teenager. “Hmm I can think of quite a few things. However, it’s been a long time since the two of us had a chance to sit down and play chess.”
“Chess?”
The Emperor gestured to the table that already had a chessboard set up and sat down on the side of the white army. Lelouch took a seat and stared down at his own pieces before laughing. The white knight had taken the place of the black king which was now standing on his opponent’s side. Schneizel only smiles back in amusement. Nothing has truly changed. The knight is still king on the black side; the king is still a knight on the white. The pieces may have changed but the rules of the game are still the same.
“Shall we play, my knight?”
“Very well, your majesty, make the first move.”
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End of Arc 1 – Of Knights and Pawns
Author’s Notes:
Yeah, I so rushed this chapter along (otherwise I would sit on this story and it will never be complete) so there are tons of grammar errors littered throughout I’m sure; simply because I kept moving paragraphs and sentences around. One of these days, I’m going to kidnap or bribe a beta-reader.
Here’s a brief overview:
Cornelia and Lelouch: I love these siblings and wished they could have interacted with each other more in the series. I’m pretty sure this scene was very out of character for both of them. Oh and the memory Cornelia had mentioned comes from the Code Geass Sound Drama “The Imperial Siblings” which is really a tragic Clovis back story.
Lloyd and Kanon: since they did go to school together in the R2 picture drama (the infamous Schneizel whipping Kanon scene), I figured these two know Schneizel’s true face… or at least know of his collection of social masks. Lloyd becomes OCC when he’s talking about Nina but I can’t picture saying any of that with a goofy smile.
The Knightmares: yes there is a reason why Lloyd had repaired the Shinkiro and Lancelot Conquista even though Lelouch was being given the Gawain and Suzaku the Lancelot Albion; which will be revealed in Arc 2… if I remember to mention it.
Schneizel’s proclamation of love: he really did mean it when he told the Black Knights that Lelouch was the man that he both loved and feared the most… yet the last part is obviously a lie.
Lelouch’s Geass: How is able to remove the eye-patch? Well if you remember he had given the key to Suzaku after putting it on at Kamine Island. Suzaku eventually gave it back to Schneizel who put it in his coat pocket in chapter 9 prior to sleeping with Lelouch who then wakes up and puts on Schneizel’s jacket. In chapter 10, Schneizel’s coat has been washed and he believes that he has lost the key.
Knights of the Round: yes there was a scene where Gino and Anya find out about Lelouch being onboard the Avalon and that he is a prince and not some commoner that he claimed to be, but it was edited out. Neither of them or anyone aside form Schneizel’s inner circle knows that Lelouch was once Zero.
Thanks for reading and for all your kind reviews!
- Tenohikari
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