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)
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 OOCness and tons of grammar and spelling errors.
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Chapter 3
This is your punishment, for all the sins you have committed.
Anger, fear, embarrassment, and then the acceptance; Schneizel enjoyed watching all the expressions that crossed the captured Black King’s beautiful face as he slowly impaled him down upon his arousal. A small hiss escaped through clenched teeth as he was enveloped by that velvety tightness he had savored only several hours ago. Despite the nails clawing at his back, this was a far more a pleasurable experience than the last time.
Lelouch had surrendered to him, just as the Second Prince knew he would. He might have been Zero, the mastermind behind the Black Knights who would lie, scheme, manipulate, and murder in order to achieve his goals; however, under the notorious mask was still a seventeen year-old boy. Compared to him, Lelouch was inexperienced and far too emotional; both flaws would be his downfall.
Sex, was the best way to dominate such a rebel.
Reaching between their bodies, Schneizel began to thumb the head of Lelouch’s trapped erection and was rewarded when those inner walls contracted and squeezed around him. Fingers dug into his back while a pair of teeth latched down onto his shoulder, and he restrained himself from laughing. Of course it wouldn’t be a complete surrender like the first time. No, his Lelouch was still a little hellion. He placed his free hand on one of the other’s hips and smiled at that flushed face.
“Raise yourself up, little brother.”
Although the teenager looked reluctant, he moved his hands to steady themselves on Schneizel’s shoulders and used his knees to push himself upwards. He groaned against his older brother’s throat at the sensation of the cock sliding out of him much to his body’s protests. Feverishly, he sought out Schneizel’s mouth to distract himself from begging like last time.
The White King playfully bit down on his prize bottom lip, then releasing it before he pulled Lelouch back down onto his lap, burying his erection down to the hilt. His head fell backwards as he let loose a scream when he was impaled once more, his prostate being stimulated at the same time. The sounds of his brother’s appreciative moans caused Lelouch to smile a little in satisfaction, for at least he wasn’t the only one losing control. Without being asked, he repeated the process of raising himself up and letting Schneizel pull him down.
As their pace increased, and Lelouch started to feel his legs start to cramp up and knees were starting to protest under the strain. Placing a hand on Schneizel’s broad chest, he started to push himself away to take the weight off his lower body and restore proper circulation. However, a hand clamped down on his wrist and he was pressed backwards onto the bed.
“Running away, are we?” Schneizel asked as he loomed over his prisoner.
Lelouch glared up at the older man in response. Although his body had no protests, he hated the change in position simply because of he was being looked down on again. The glare was suddenly replaced by a smirk as the only free hand shot forward to grab at locks of blonde hair. So be it, he’ll just drag his opponent down to his level. The smirk widened in satisfaction as he made his opponent wince before drawing his head down for another intense kiss.
“Nothing of the sort,” Lelouch claimed innocently when they broke for air. “By the way… since you’ve been planning a coup against the Emperor, when were you going to initiate the assassination? What forces has he brought with him?"
Schneizel paused and stared down at Lelouch in what looked like disbelief. “I’m quite surprised. I can’t believe you’re bringing up such a subject when we’re like this.” To emphasize, the Second Prince shifted his hips to remind him of their intimate connection.
Biting back a moan, Lelouch made an attempt to shrug his shoulders and continued with his questions. “I’m always focused on my goals. So tell me, brother, when will the Emperor be arriving at Kamine Island?”
Schneizel grasped those slender legs of his obstinate little brother and raised them so that they rested on his shoulders. He withdrew partially from Lelouch’s body and smiled at the suddenly startled expression on the youth’s face. Once again he had turned the tide in his favor.
“We will discuss the matter later.”
“What? No, Schneizel…!”
All protests died in his throat when the self-proclaimed next ruler, thrust into Lelouch once more, burying himself deeply into his body. Schneizel did not relent though as he raised himself back up and snapped his hips forward eliciting a scream similar to the one made in the cell hours ago. It was a scream pleasure, of complete and utter surrender… and Schneizel savored it as he increased movements, driving Lelouch into the bed.
The teen would have liked to curse and strike at his brother for ignoring him, but he was too concerned about the onslaught his body was taking. There was pain, the prisoner of war was sure he felt something inside give, but it was far outweighed by the pleasure. Lelouch knew he could hold out, he would handle this pain just like everything else that was dumped on his shoulders.
Knowing that they were both at their limits; Schneizel leaned forward, bending his prize almost in half and gave his last deep thrust, directly hitting that bundle of nerves that sent the Black King teetering over the edge. Lelouch let out a hoarse scream; his tight channel suddenly clamped down tightly around Schneizel who jerked his head forward and moaned deeply as he came.
Lelouch grunted while gasping for breath as his legs were released; but the larger frame of his older brother crushed him into the bed. To add to the discomfort, Schneizel had yet to withdraw and was still filling him with his seed. Had he the strength to shove the larger body off he would, but since his stamina was depleted once more. All he could do in retaliation was to reach down and take a hold of one of Schneizel’s nipples and twist it. He smirked as he saw his brother wince slightly.
“Get off already!”
“How juvenile,” Schneizel commented as he gently pulled out and rolled off of his younger brother. The Second Prince sighed in content while reclining on his back. He brushed some of his slightly messy blonde hair from his eyes and turned and blinked at the look of discontent on Lelouch’s face. It confused him, never before had he failed to satisfy a bed mate.
“What’s the matter?”
Receiving only a string of insults as a response, Schneizel leaned forward and followed the other’s gaze to see his own his release – mixed with a little blood - trail thickly and wetly down his brother’s inner thighs. To him, it was rather an arousing sight, but he doubted the younger man wanted to hear that. Lelouch didn’t look like the pain bothered him that much, as he sat up and grabbed a box of tissues from the nightstand. The Second Prince did not give his younger sibling any privacy as he propped himself up on his elbow to watch.
“Not again,” the boy groaned to himself while cleaning off as much as he could, “how disgusting!”
“Does it truly bother you that much?” Schneizel asked curiously while ignoring the heated glare suddenly directed at him. “It’s just semen and it will wash out after time spent soaking in a bath. Now, about the Emperor’s assassination…”
“Yes, it bothers me!” Lelouch blurted out, crushing the used tissues into tight little balls he planned to hurl at his older brother when he wasn’t looking. “Haven’t you ever been on the receiving end?!”
Schneizel only blinked; his expression remaining neutral despite the outburst interruption. “No. However my previous lovers never complained.”
Lovers? Lelouch couldn’t help but blanch, anger slipping away as he came to a shocking realization. Did Schneizel just consider him his lover? How ridiculous!
He was fairly certain that he hated Schneizel. Whatever the hell this was between them was only physical. Even he and Suzaku who had slept together on and off prior to the Black Rebellion, never considered themselves that. They were ‘fuck buddies’ and although both of them hated the crude name, it was true. There was a non-verbal agreement that they needed to draw the line between lovers and friends with benefits. Lovers kissed, held hands, shared dreams and unbreakable vows. Suzaku wanted to be Euphemia’s lover. Lelouch, or Zero as he still called himself in his mind, had no need for such a partnership.
The Power of the King will isolate you.
He was jolted out of his thoughts upon feel a warm and damp towel brush against his thigh and stared up at the older man who was holding it. Schneizel had gotten up, put on a robe, and was now taking the time to clean the mess that was made. Such an act startled Lelouch into stillness for he wanted to do many things like yell that he could clean himself off, or curl up and die. However, he just lay there mutely until the task was done and Schneizel headed off towards the bathroom.
“I will give you an hour to rest,” he heard his brother call out before the sound of running water, “after that, there is much we need to discuss.”
~*~*~*~*~
Onboard the Ikaruga, Kallen found herself staring up at the ceiling within the office of their former leader, Zero - no, Lelouch Lamprouge who was also Lelouch Vi Britannia. She groaned, bringing her knees up to her chest and wrapping shaking arms around them. Rocking herself back and forth slightly, her cerulean eyes strayed over to his desk…she could already imagine him sitting there, plotting and planning with his chess set like he always did.
“You were all just pieces in my game,” he had told he Black Knights despite the number of guns aimed at him. That arrogant smirk was then directed towards her, “Kallen. You were my favorite piece… my elite pawn.”
She hated him for those words. After reclaiming Zero a year after the failed Black Rebellion, Kallen dutifully protected the man behind the mask as she had kept his name and his Geass power a secret from the other members. Even when she was interrogated by Suzaku, Kallen had kept his identity safe even when the turncoat threatened her with Refrain. She was willing to die with him at that very moment; and to thank his Q-1 for all her services, he trampled over her trust and loyalty.
“Lelouch,” she whispered into the silence, “What was I really to you?”
“Kallen, I promise I’ll save you!”
“And what about the Black Knights?”
“Zero! I don’t care if you are just a student or what your background is!” The Guren pilot dreadfully remembered Urabe’s last request at Babel Tower, “I know you meant it when you said we’re not expendable, that every fighter we have counts. Kouzuki! Protect Zero, he’s our last hope… and hope is what our people need.”
Yet Zero was now dead to the world as his Black Knights claimed him to be.
“I’m sorry, Urabe,” she whispered feeling the tears burn her eyes. Not wanting to wake C2 who was curled up and asleep on the other twin sofa; she lowered her head into her arms and wept silently. “I couldn’t protect Zero.”
“Kallen, you must live on.”
She couldn’t understand the meaning of those words and why he had spoken them it what were supposed to be his final moments.
“FIRE!”
Captain Kallen Kouzuki, leader of Zero’s elite guard, could do nothing but stand there motionlessly at the thunderous sounds of gunfire echoed within the store house hanger turned execution grounds. The mask of Zero made a loud ‘clang’ as it hit the durasteel floor before its bearer. The supreme commander of the Black Knights, who once stood so proud and tall, now lay defeated; gunned down by his own comrades.
“Le…Lelouch… no,” she whispered with eyes wide with horror and sheer disbelief. This couldn’t be happening. Seeing Zero, bringer of hope to the Japanese, dead; it was one of her worst nightmares come true.
No matter how much she wanted to look away, the red head was just too stubborn for her own good and approached his lifeless body cautiously. She was afraid. She was afraid of seeing his dead eyes accusing her of leaving him to die shortly after sending Sayako to rescue her at the Government Bureau.
However, the body wasn’t as lifeless as she thought upon seeing him up-close. Lelouch was arching off the floor a little, his mouth open as he lay gasping, struggling to draw in air. She was bewildered that he was still alive after so many shots.
“Lelouch,” Kallen breathed in what sounded like relief to her own ears as she knelt beside him. That was when she noticed the absence of blood and the rubber bullets that lay cooling on the floor. The others hadn’t intended on killing him, so then why…?
“Kallen,” she heard Kaname Ohgi call out to her as he approached. The girl felt her oldest friend, her dead brother’s best friend; place a hand upon her shoulder. Was he trying to comfort her after participating in this betrayal?!
“Kallen,” he repeated more firmly and increased the strength of his grip, “stand aside.”
“Why Ohgi…?”
The deputy commander didn’t give any explanation as he pulled her to her feet, dragging Kallen away. She was about to protest when the sounds of booted feet approached them, circling Lelouch. Those uniforms… what were Britannian Soldiers doing on board the Ikaruga?!
“Ohgi, what the hell is going on?!”
Her question went unanswered and she would have wrenched herself free from him. The pilot didn’t care if the enemy soldiers were armed, she would have attacked them as they surrounded her fallen leader and friend. Yet she was distracted by another newcomer who stepped forward from darkness. Clad in immaculate white and royal purple, Kallen felt her jaw drop to see the Second Imperial Prince come into her line of vision.
The chess game from the Forbidden City suddenly came back to her with crystal clarity. Although the game was unfinished, Schneizel El Britannia acted as if he were the victor the moment Zero had decided to hide his king behind a pawn. Now, the White King had placed himself in check by coming onto the enemy’s ship. This time the Britannian Prime Minister was indeed the victor; for he must have convinced the black pawns to turn on their own king.
Being held back by both Ohgi and Tamaki, she watched helplessly as Schneizel moved to kneel down on one knee by Zero’s side. Deep violet eyes glared up at his enemy’s shielded ones. Schneizel had taken the precaution of wearing shades, as did the other soldiers. So, they knew about his Geass.
A white gloved hand reached out to brush some black locks from Lelouch’s face in an almost affectionate gesture. Kallen noticed how it made her former classmate scowl even more. Never before had she seen such hatred in those eyes; he had done well shielding his true self, a master of the mask.
“Your reign of deception and murder has come to an end, Lelouch,” Schneizel spoke with nothing but disappointment on his face, “as your older brother, I must bring you to justice.”
Kallen struggled against her comrades as she watched the soldiers forcefully haul Lelouch up from the ground, tying his hands behind his back as well as a blindfold around his face. Their leader hadn’t put up any form of resistance but that was probably because he was having trouble breathing properly. As they began to lead Lelouch away, the pilot of the Guren did launch herself forward (knocking Tamaki to the side) but was quickly restrained by both Minami and Sugiyama. Ohgi had relinquished his grip and turned to face Schneizel who was holding onto Zero’s mask.
“Thank you, everyone, for your cooperation.”
“Just remember your end of the deal.”
“Of course, we’ll discuss all the terms of the agreement when the UFN representatives arrive.”
With Zero no longer present, the prince removed his shades and slipped them into his coat pocket, he gave the Black Knights a sympathetic look as if apologizing for little brother’s misdeeds. However, Kallen wasn’t buying it. This was the prince who had nearly conquered the EU through negotiations while obliterating their military strength, he bribed the High Eunuchs at the Chinese Federation with noble titles for their lands, and now a Coup D’etat within the Order of the Black Knights. He was Lelouch’s older brother, and so he had the capacity to be just as manipulative.
“Wait!” she yelled out as the he turned to make his departure. The ones holding her back were startled by the outburst that their grips slackened. Kallen pushed her way forward, glaring fiercely at the Britannian prince who paused and turned back.
“Ah, the Ace of the Black Knights: Kallen Kouzuki,” Schneizel spoke with a smile that just unnerved the red head, “pilot of the Guren Mark II, am I correct?”
“You are,” she all but spat, “What will happen to Zero? Are you going to execute him?!”
His expression softened, his lavender eyes reflecting pity towards her. “I’m afraid his fate is up for the Emperor of Britannia to decide.”
“Um… mistress?”
Kallen lifted her head from her arms at the sound of C2’s meek voice. Her heart ached even more at the thought of the enigmatic and all knowing C2 that she has come to know and like (especially over the past year without Lelouch) had been erased. The green haired girl now had the mentality of a mistreated slave, and it made her feel sick.
“Mistress?” C2 hovered closer, gold eyes full of concern. “Why are you crying? Are you wounded? If so, then let me put one of these on wherever it hurts.”
Kallen blinked the tears from her eyes and turned her head towards the other girl. In C2’s trembling hands was a box of band aids.
~*~*~*~*~
Suzaku Kururugi followed the Prince’s aide-to-camp down the lit hallway with a dark look of determination on his face. The moment he had been waiting for all day had finally arrived. It was the moment he would be dispatched to assassinate the 98th Emperor of the Holy Britannian Empire: Charles Zi Britannia.
Euphemia’s father.
Lelouch and Nunnally’s father.
How could he have served a man who dirtied his hands with Geass and abandoned his own children? At the time he became one of the Knights of the Round, Suzaku hadn’t cared as long as he could move up in rank. He vowed to change the world from the inside, and if he could move up to the Knight of One, he would protect his mother country. The dream would not changed, only his King.
Second Prince Schneizel would succeed the throne and become the 99th Emperor. With him as Suzaku’s benefactor, his dream ever since he became a Britannian soldier would come true and then there would finally be peace in Area Eleven. If only… if only Euphie and Nunnally could have lived to see it… and Lelouch.
He remembered Milly’s broadcast all to well from earlier on, that Zero had died in the second battle for Tokyo. He couldn’t fathom why the Black Knights would claim this if it weren’t true since their leader was the symbol of hope to all them. It must have been true for the ceasefire; even Schneizel and Cornelia were going to meet with them and the UFN to make negotiations. The war was over… but it was far from a victory. Suzaku didn’t know which was the most unbearable: that he had failed to make Zero atone for his sins, or that Zero – Lelouch - died by Suzaku’s hand believing that his best friend had betrayed him.
The pilot of the Lancelot never wanted to equip such a weapon like FLEIJA onto his Knightmare, but had never intended on firing it. Yet he had underestimated Lelouch’s forces. His old teacher Kyoshiro Todoh, Lord Jerimiah Gottwald, Lord Guilford, and then even a freed Kallen had entered the battle to fight at Zero’s side. His Lancelot had nearly lost all it’s limbs and he his own life, until…
“Live!”
Lelouch’s Geass had screamed at him, bending his mind to its will, forcing him to obey. That evil power had corrupted the heart and mind of his oldest and best friend. Geass had twisted the mind of the girl he loved into killing thousands of innocent people.
“Your highness,” Kanon announced over the com from the outside of the Second Prince’s quarters, “I have brought Sir Kururugi.”
“Good, Kanon, come in, both of you.”
Even though Lelouch had claimed that he ordered Euphie to massacre the Japanese; Suzaku knew when he was being lied to. Lelouch had lied and took all the blame upon his shoulders so he could atone for all of it. But now, now… Lelouch was…
“Hey Suzaku.”
Lelouch was… sitting on a sofa at the right Prince Schneizel’s chair. Emerald green eyes widened as he stared at the friend whom he had believed was one of the millions of FLEIJA casualties. All save for the eye patch concealing the Geass, the raven haired prince and terrorist leader was completely fine. Not a single scratch or mark on him… yet.
The Knight of Seven stepped forward, passed Kanon, and delivered a slap that seemed to echo throughout the room. The force of the blow sent the Britannian boy toppling over on his side, but he caught himself from falling off the sofa. A single violet eye narrowed at him, and much to Knight’s surprise, a harsh kick was delivered to his knee cap which sent him stumbling back a few steps.
Schneizel loudly cleared his voice, reminding the two teenagers of his presence. Suzaku flushed crimson with embarrassment and saluted the Prince with a quick apology while Lelouch only frowned and righted himself. A white gloved hand gestured for the Knight to sit in a chair facing the Prime Minister and he quickly complied, while Kanon began to pour three cups of tea before taking his place at his majesty’s side.
“Sir Kururugi,” Schneizel began watching his little brother rub his jaw, “would you please refrain from such violence? It is rather unsightly for the future Knight of One.”
Lelouch forgot the sting of his injury and gaped at Schneizel in disbelief. “The Knight of One? That’s what you’re offering to Suzaku for killing the Emperor?”
“No,” The Honorary Britannian spoke sharply causing his friend and enemy’s attention to focus back on him, “I requested the title and proposed the assassination mission by myself.”
“You’re insane!”
“Who are you to talk, Zero?” Suzaku snapped, spitting out the name Lelouch’s alter ego as if it were an obscenity.
The young prince grasped onto the sofa’s arm in a fierce grip to keep himself from launching forward and strangling the stupid out of his suicidal best friend. Or at least try to anyway. Suzaku was physically much stronger than he was.
“Idiot, you’ll die fighting alone!”
“It’s my duty! My life!”
“A life you would be throwing away to kill someone who can’t be killed!”
“I can…” Suzaku blinked as the words sunk in, “What?”
From the side, the Second Prince was completely ignored within his own quarters. Schneizel sighed patiently and sipped his tea, listening to the two bicker with disinterest. He set his cup down, a little too loudly on its saucer, before folding gloved hands on his lap. The teenagers had stopped quarreling to look at their host who smiled back politely. That smile did not reach those cold lavender eyes.
“I would like both of your undivided attentions now,” the prince requested and turned towards Suzaku, “that won’t be a problem, will it, Sir Kururugi?”
The Knight of Seven tensed visibly and bowed his head, “No your highness and I apologize for my rudeness.”
“Accepted. What about you, little brother?” Schneizel then turned to Lelouch, his smile widened much to the boy’s discomfort. The Enemy of the Empire did not respond and was suddenly interested in his own cup of tea. Taking the silence as confirmation, the oldest prince nodded to his aide who was the only one smiling along with him.
Kanon raised a remote to dim the lights and turned on the projector displaying an area map of Japan, specifically around Kamine Island. “The Emperor will be due to arrive at his destination within the next two hours. He has brought with him his own forces, as well as two of the Knights of the Round: Bismark Waldstein and Monica Krushevsky.”
Suzaku felt his hands curl into fists and Lelouch took immediate noticed as he began to drain his cup. Bismark was currently the Knight of One, and the mightiest knight of the Empire. He would not surrender that title without a fight to the death.
“Also,” Kanon continued while changing slides to play digital footage of the Emperor’s flagship and escorts, “there is an unknown group traveling among them. We suspect that they were survivors of the Geass Order.”
Lelouch’s eye narrowed and set his cup down while Suzaku look stunned.
“Survivors…?” His green eyes met with Lelouch’s single amethyst one.
“Yes, and it is a possibility that the Emperor is now immortal, which makes it impossible for you to assassinate him,” Schneizel spoke calmly, “which is why Lelouch will be joining you for this mission, Sir Kururugi.”
“But, your highness! He’s Zero!”
Suzaku stood up suddenly, not believing the Second Imperial Prince could actually be considering letting Lelouch participate. To allow Lelouch continue commit sins using his Geass. Why was Lelouch even here?! He was the enemy! He was supposed to be dead!
The demon prince only smirked
“And as Zero,” the Leader of the Rebellion spoke with a chilling tone in his voice that caused all of the room’s occupants to stop and stare at him, “I will be the one to slay the Emperor.”
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End Chapter 3
Author’s Notes:
Okay I admit I am a little disappointed with Lelouch being out of character in the last chapter, so I hope I made up for it a little bit in this one. I’m glad that most of you think that I’ve captured Schneizel, the master manipulator.
Suzaku x Lelouch – all right its official they were an item in the past, but Suzaku was in love with Euphie and he and Lulu were just ‘friends with benefits.’
Kallen x Lelouch – face it, Kallen tops. However, as much as I love this het-pairing, they’re just friends in this story. I have a one-shot written for them that I’ll post afterwards but it won’t be related to Of Kings and Pawns.
Schenizel’s past lovers – cough. Kanon, obviously.
“I’m afraid his fate is up for the Emperor of Britannia to decide.”
Oh which ‘Emperor’ are you talking about, Schneizel? XP
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