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Kallen was back at the Stadtfelt estate. Her family hadn't returned and Lelouch was not lying in wait for another bout of fun. No, this time she was alone.

But she wasn't reminiscing on old times either. She had a purpose for being here. For once, she was glad she was alone. If any of the Black Knights or Zero himself were around even after their first two flings, they would be trying to convince her of how useful this location would be as a strategic outpost. She could see them arguing for trying to make it their hideout before the Britannian Royal Army had the mind to do it. If someone as conniving as Schneizel would see the merit in that idea on the spot, then Lelouch would also want it. Not just because it could function as a compound for the imperial soldiers, but also to unnerve Kallen, now a known and wanted fugitive in the Black Knights. Like Lelouch, he knew strategy was a game of the heart as much as logic was.

She suddenly got a call. The name on it was Zero. Opening up her phone she said, “Zero.”

“Q-1. I'm here.”

“Roger. I'll unlock the gates now.”

There was a secret terminal here. There were secret terminals everywhere in the proud Stadtfeld manor, but they were inconspicuous enough that the average person would walk right by them and think nothing of it. They threw some crazy parties back in the day, and there were safety measures provided for when something might go wrong, in every nook and cranny, from here in the wine cellar to even in the bathrooms. Panic rooms were an obvious choice, but these kinds of terminals were all over the place to ensure that if the whole household was drunk off their ass or even hungover, someone would be able to let in late visitors, let alone visits from Britannian officials.

She activated the terminal and a series of security cameras were activated. Seeing that he was indeed here at the Stadtfeld manor gates, she input the keycode and saw the gate open up. He stepped inside. “Zero,” she said stiffly into her phone.

“Yeah, what is it?”

“Last time you were here, all the security measures were inactive. But I had them reactivated since coming here.”

“Then take them down again,” he said dryly.

“It's not that easy. It's a long and slow process to undo each and every lock in the system. It'll be easier for me to read you directions that will take you to a secret entrance in the main building.”

She did just that. Afterwards, he said, “Wow Q-1, and here I thought I was supposed to be the brains of the operation. I'm almost starting to think we should use your house as a meeting place for the Black Knights and...”

I knew it, she thought to herself.

“Zero! This visit is a purely formal one and I am your most trusted advisor. There are other things to discuss.”

He sighed. “Fine...” Then he shut off the call. She watched him through the security cameras, he followed every instruction she had given him. That gave her time to focus on her own devices.

She had a purpose for being here. Unlike Lelouch and the rest of his conniving kin, her purpose here was entirely one of the heart. She knew the reason he was playing around with Refrain. Both times they had fucked each other wild in this same household, there was one thing at the center of it. His dear sister Nunnally.

And today, Lelouch was scheduled to meet her personally.

Kallen didn't need him losing his edge. If they sat down and popped open a couple of brewski's as some of the Britannians liked to say, then maybe he'd be more mentally ready. As brilliant as he was, that head of his could get in the way sometimes. Maybe he just needed something to take his mind off things.
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Lelouch followed Kallen's instructions. He was surprised at the level of security in this noble household, he was reared as a prince and had lived in the company of Milly Ashford since his exile. But the Stadtfeld family had really gone out of their way to ensure their place was locked up tight. Her directions were very specific, and soon he found himself noticing oddities in the outer walls of the house that he would never have seen if she hadn't told him. Once he reached one checkpoint, he would move in the exact same direction she told him to for however set of paces that was required, only to notice another one. He couldn't believe that the family had put this much detail into maintaining their safety.

“Just follow the directions, she said. It'll be easier, she said. Well here I am walking and walking, and I don't know where the hell I'm going.”

He reached another checkpoint. This was it. This was to be the supposed meeting place. But there was nothing. He had followed her exact directions through the hedge mazes, had followed the impressions of the trees perfectly, and still he was now at an a dead end of a wedge in front of the Stadtfeld household with nothing to really show for it. He threw his hands up. “Where are you Q-1?”

Out of curiosity, he noticed what looked like a hand indentation in the wall. It was only a very vague impression, he wouldn't have noticed it if he hadn't passed several arbitrary checkpoints already. He casually pressed his palm onto it. Then the wall actually slid open and revealed itself. There was a long stone passageway before him.

He situated his jacket like he was getting ready for a date. “Bet her folks liked to do this whenever they were fooling around with random Japanese.”

He walked in. The door automatically shut behind him. There wasn't much detail to follow, but now he was lost in total darkness. What little he had seen of the passageway was just a simple way forward. He did just that.

He found a set of stairs. Walking up, he found another dead end. Shrugging his shoulders, he pushed it open. Soon his eyes were graced with light. He could see the perfectly furnished wooden walls and the fine carpets that lined the floor. Now back in the mansion proper, he shut the door behind him.

Looking back, the door he came from didn't look like a door at all, it was perfectly designed to fit in with the wall. Next to where he came from was an actual door. He tried fiddling with the handle, but it didn't budge an inch. He smiled, by the feel of it, it was a fake door. “This place really is the perfect hideout. I must convince her to let me use this as a stronghold for the Black Knights!”

Looking around him, the place was well furnished. It was another narrow corridor, but with the fake door and all the finery about, nobody would think it was a dead end. Instead they'd think it was just another swanky part of the household.

Walking forth, he made his way through the corridor. As he did, he passed by several photos on the wall, all of them framed in glass. Some of them were so old they were actually black and white. They were all of the family out and about in formal gatherings, some of them were just having picnics together. Going further, the photos eventually turned to being full color. The thing that struck him as odd was that in all of them there was a young child. He didn't think too much with it on the black and white photos, but when he got to the era of color, he knew it was Kallen.

“My folks never did anything like that,” he mused to himself.

On the other side of the wall were sets of photos, framed up like portraits. They were all dressed up and looking as prim and proper as possible. He didn't need to read the names underneath them to know these were the old members of the Stadtfeld family.

“This is definitely more in line with my family,” he said. With how regal and pompous every single painting was, he half expected to see a male who looked like his old man. With how big this family tree was, he wouldn't be surprised if the imperial family once mingled with the Stadtfeld clan.

“That would be awkward,” he said. He and Kallen had done all sorts of things when the Black Knights weren't looking. There were rumors that he and CC were lovers, but talk about him and Kallen were spoke in far more hushed whispers. If only because Q-1 was known and feared in the Black Knights and if she caught anyone talking about her, she'd be quick to put them in their place.

“She put me in my place alright.” He twitched remembering all the pain she had put him through. It was good pain though, and a smile lit up his face. All the things he did with her, he couldn't wait for more.

Moving further, he looked at every single photo. None he could see, the only real thing that stood out to him was how pompous they all looked. But he didn't have too long to think on that one. Not when he found one painting that was the spitting image of Kallen. Except this one looked a lot more regal than she did. She was dressed in a frilly blue dress that covered up her whole body. Longer hair too, her crimson mane was styled into a big bun with several small braids hanging loose, and even then her hair fell past her shoulders. He could only begin to tell the outline of a large bust size.

She'll probably want to have all of these taken down once I put forth the idea of making this our base. Imagine Tamaki looking at this thing, he'd probably be going goo goo ga-ga all over it. He makes a single dumb remark to her and she’ll remind him whose in charge. For his safety, I should have it removed.

But he couldn’t look away. This woman had one hell of a rack. He was getting stiff just thinking about it. Despite his royal bearing and his current responsibilities, he would have been tempted to relieve himself right then and there. That is, if not for the gift he had. He had been holding it behind him the whole time since arriving here, and was thankful it was undamaged on his trek to get in there.

He looked at the picture again and was distracted by her large chest. “Well they got one thing right,” he said with a grin, remembering how much he loved those hooters.

“Did you say something Zero?”

Kallen's voice suddenly piping up made him jump. He quickly turned around to see her looking straight at him. Beautiful as ever, he was very familiar with her appearance by now. But after staring at that photo, a woman in a fine dress, it was looking at a totally different person. Seeing Kallen in a normal jacket zipped up all the way and a pair of black leggings that fit perfectly around her shapely legs, it was like looking at her again for the first time.

She was noticing him just standing there, not saying a word. “You’re more taciturn than usual. Is there a reason you were staring at a picture of my grandmother?” She put her hands on her hips and arched an eyebrow. “The way you were looking at her, am I going to have to be jealous anytime soon?”

Lelouch blinked in surprise before a flush colored his cheeks. Here he thought he was admiring the wonderful body of Kallen, one of his favorite treats, and instead he was only ogling some woman with a sharp resemblance to her. Especially some dead granny.

Looking at it again, he could see the differences. It was like beholding two twins that from a distance look similar, but up close, you could see the small differences. There was no mistaking the proud and imperious features of a Britannian woman. Having known several of these types in his family, he found himself staring longer than he intended to.

It was something nostalgic. He caught himself, he remembered that Kallen herself was very capable of and had put him in his place several times over, the way she was looking at him now she might very well do that. But he’d save face.

“I knew it was your grandmother. There are so many similarities, aren’t there? The red hair, that grace you both have, and the similar noble bearing. It’s no wonder that it’s been passed through your bloodline.”

Kallen giggled. That look could mean so many things given how kinky their previous romps in the sack had been but he knew that she bought it. Once a princess, always a princess.

“You’ve got a sharp eye for everything, don’t you? But I guess that’s why you’re Zero.” She edged her head to the side. “And now I have to ask, what is it that you have behind you?”

He had indeed been hiding something behind his hands the whole time. Navigating the labyrinthine structure and well furnished corridors, he had not forgotten this thing he had brought with him. And unlike his fascination with using the manor as a base, the purpose for this trip was for something else altogether.

He brought it forward. Kallen brought her hands to her mouth and gasped in surprise. It was a bouquet of roses. It went way beyond your average romantic gesture too, it was two dozen of them. Lelouch really went all out.

She looked away. Well known for her Guren mecha, it’s name meant crimson lotus. Right now with how her face looked, it was very fitting.

Lelouch handed it on over to her. Ever an adept in hand to hand combat and manipulating a mecha as if it was her own body, her hands were shaking at being offered such a thing. Like the roses themselves were pure crystal.

His next words just made everything so much worse. “These are for you. I wanted to say thanks for everything you’ve done for me. I hope you like roses. These flowers always reminded me of you. You know, the color?”

That line was pure cheese and he knew it. But there was something of truth in there too. Before he knew it, a blush had tinged his face too.

This guy, does he actually know what he’s doing? Mr. Shinjuku, you’ve come so far. He knows these are always right for a woman.

“Thank you,” she said. Not proudly, just a barely audible whisper. “Um…” He tilted his head, curious on what she’d say next. “This really is a big bouquet…”

Lelouch knew that much too. A prince in exile living under the patronage of the Ashford family and a revolutionary who had shattered the yolk of the world, he was very much a connoisseur of fine things, and still he was surprised by the asking price of the vendor he got it from. But given the reaction of the lady before him, it was so worth it.

He looked at the photo of Kallen’s grandmother again. “You know when I said that she reminded me of you, I meant that all I could think about Lady Stadtfeld.” His lips curved slyly, remembering how much meaning that name had taken.

She looked up, oblivious to his thoughts on the matter or how amused he seemed. “Well that makes sense. She was the last woman in my family to bear the name Lady Stadtfeld. It’s not just a title we wear. It also makes us the mistress of the family.”

“Mistress? Do you mean…”

“Yes, that meaning too. Therefore it’s only natural that I should also bear that name. With all the privileges that come with it.”

Lelouch licked his lips, thinking of anything but romance at that moment. “Oh really?”

“Yes, really,” she said, regaining a bit of her usual verve. “The duty of every woman who bears the name Lady Stadtfeld is to put her husband in his place. So they don’t lose their way and forget the tasks and responsibilities before them. By any means necessary. And if they do, we are free to punish them.”

She said looking into his eyes as firmly as possible. But as intimidating as those words were, Lelouch found himself pitching a tent that very moment. He gulped, not knowing what would come next.

Fortunately, this Lady Stadtfeld was inclined to show mercy. “When I was a child, I was often with my grandmother in the heart of Britannia. I loved her and respected her, she was the complete opposite of what my family has become. Even when her hair had turned gray, I could see what a caring and proud woman she was. And she taught me what it would be to become the next Lady Stadtfeld and how to uphold those duties.

“You know what I loved most about her? The one thing that will always make me see her as pure and untainted from living in the empire? She didn’t care that I was half-Japanese.”

Lelouch looked at the photo again. He saw the little discrepancies in the resemblance beyond what one would see in parents and their children or identical twins. Despite Kallen’s half-Japanese ancestry, there was no sign of any Asian features, indeed her heritage only made her look more noble, she could easily pass for any full blooded Britannian. But looking at this woman, he could see the mark of her European features very strongly as opposed to Kallen. Like seeing twins from afar who look nearly identical but upon a closer look, you’d see all the little differences. Her grandmother was the real deal.

Kallen smiled fondly. “She recognized me as the next heir of the family. But then the war came and everything changed. Seeing half of my people shackled, their ancestry and culture stolen from them, not even given proper names, I started to hate Britannia and everything it stood for. Even if it was part of my family, I knew what it meant.”

Lelouch gazed intently at Kallen. He wasn’t thinking about their previous freaky romps in the sack or even what might happen today given her risque talk earlier. He was thinking about his own situation. The full blooded prince and son of the emperor himself, he understood that sentiment all too well.

“I watched my own father have to marry another woman to protect his own family. That woman.” She closed her eyes and grit her teeth. Then she opened her eyes again. “But I would often visit my grandmother. She was no friend of Britannia’s policies. Not a friend of the emperor either. With my resemblance to her, I could avoid the oppression my people faced at the hands of that empire.

“But when I turned sixteen, all that changed. Many men from the empire, some nobles, some warriors, all came here looking to try and win my hand.” Her smile was still as beautiful as ever, it hadn’t changed one bit. But there was a coldness and silent fury to it that not even the battle fury of her grimace could match. It only made her beauty that much harsher, like the statue of a goddess in a temple, indifferent to the many worshippers making offerings. Even after all they did together, he her superior and a loyal warrior in his service, Lelouch felt like such a small man then. “Some of them were even older than my father.”

As brilliant as Lelouch could be, he didn’t have a response to that one. His mother was envied and hated by the other ladies of the court, and had paid the price for it with her life. It was all he could think of, but then again, she had perished. Kallen on the other hand had lived and survived the machinations of nobility. And now she was a fugitive serving in his court.

Fortunately she had much more to say. “But my grandmother wouldn’t have it. They were all unworthy and she knew it. And so she trained me to be the next Lady Stadtfeld.” She giggled and in light of the current conversation, it was a fierce sound to hear. She looked right at him. “You were the first man I found worthy.”

“You mean all that dominatrix stuff…?”

She looked at him with a mischievous smile, her eyes narrowed. That coldness was gone. Just as beautiful as ever, but she didn’t look like one of the most feared soldiers in the Black Knights or a proud noblewoman. More like a fiery she-devil that knew exactly what she wanted and would have it no matter what anyone else thought.

And would do anything she wants too, he thought to himself.

“That was all her idea,” said Kallen. “Of course, there was a lot more to it than that beyond that. How to act at family gatherings and do things beyond bowing and curtsying to whatever disgusting pig looks my way. Lots of them didn’t like that and tried to get rough. But after she trained me as a warrior, most of those men ran off fast. The only ones who didn’t scurry away were idiots who didn’t know how to take no for an answer. I knew as soon as I looked at them that they were just looking for a challenge, that they wanted to break me into someone they could control. But they didn’t last long either.

“That woman my father was forced to marry, she could never be Lady Stadtfeld. Not an inch of real nobility in her. She can’t fight and she’s a weaselly bitch with ice water running through her veins. But the last time we spoke, she told me one thing that has stayed with me. If I ever find a worthy man, I am to help him both as a warrior and as Lady Stadtfeld.”

Kallen’s smile widened and his heart skipped a beat. Even when she was looking naughty, she was still beautiful. He felt a hardness growing in his pants, thinking on their previous two outings. How the first time he visited her home that there were a lot of older nobles crowding around her. “My grandmother made that dominatrix outfit for me specifically. And I think you know who I’ve found worthy.” She walked closer to him and held the collar of his coat. “On the battlefield I’ll help you as Kallen. Or Q-1. Or Guren. Whatever you want to call me. But in private…” She licked her lips. “I’ll be your Lady Stadtfeld.”

That close, he could smell her sweet breath, could remember all the times he kissed her. They looked especially soft and wet now. How good it would feel to play the part of a prince like some stupid story and ravish her as he wanted to.

Instead he behaved himself. Lelouch said he’d be dominant with her next time. After that declaration of love, and her being so vulnerable with him, he didn’t know how he’d make good on that promise. If he said the wrong thing, she might put him in his place. Not that he minded after everything they did together. But it would be as the true goddess of war she had made herself, not merely a woman looking to have her fun.

And yet there were other things she wanted to talk about besides sex. His strategic expertise had warned him on doing anything stupid and he was happy for that. She looked a little forlorn. “Zero, you...do you think you can unite my families? My Britannian blood and the people on my Japanese side? I take pride in being a Stadtfeld. But my enemy is Britannia and…”

“You’re wrong about one thing,” he said. He cupped her cheek and said, “Our enemy isn’t the citizens of Britannia. Not the Stadtfeld family or any other noble clan either. It’s the empire itself. Whoever you decide to be, Japanese or Britannian, I know you’ll always be a good person. And I think you’ll make a good Lady Stadtfeld.”

Kallen was still very close to Lelouch, her face only inches from his. Having come onto him first so long ago, those words warmed something in her. And she had invited him here for another reason beyond any serious talk, whether it was strategy related or reminiscing about her past.

Straddling closer to him, their lips were inches apart. The intensity of their past romps still burned in the back of his mind. The whole time he was following her, he was looking at her ass. Her current clothes were conservative compared to her combat uniforms and especially to what she liked to wear when she dominated him. But even now, she was wearing really tight pants, her big cheeks were bulging out against her pants, bouncing as she walked. Even as she was telling him her whole life story.

“You know Zero, I had brought you here to help you relax, and here you are cheering me up.”

A simple enough sentence but that close, the way she was looking at him, the depths of her voice, it meant so much more.

You already got me happy wearing tight pants like those.

No longer hesitating, he grabbed her ass and pulled her close into a deep kiss, the two of them had been passionate with each other before, but their lips and tongues exploded on each other at that moment. She pulled him close by the neck and with her natural strength, it hurt him a little bit and he loved it, and he only held her closer by her ass, feeling the outline of it in those tight ghetto pants like her lower body was naked. That perfect bounce common to so many gorgeous women but firm with muscle underneath, it was his ass and he owned it. Just as good as all the times he touched her naked rump.

Not to mention her tits. In that heated embrace, that close her breasts were rubbing up right on his chest, even as they were both wearing jackets. No matter how she dressed, it was like her whole body was a sexual flame.

Both of them sucking face, it was like they were perfectly in sync together, they knew when to slow down and when to pick up the pace. For several minutes they were like that, love and passion uninterrupted. No Black Knights, no Britannian Empire, no powers or prophecies or conspiracies going on behind the scenes, just them.

It had been too long for him too. Pushing her up against the wall, he made good on his promise to get dominant with her. He was dry humping her legs as they still made out and she made no effort to stop him.

When their lips parted, a thin line of spit between their tongues, he said, “It has been too long since we’ve done this Lady Stadtfeld.” As much as he loved her ass, there was something else he wanted now. He reached up under her jacket, felt her wearing a small tank top underneath. Easy enough for him to reach his hands up there, it delighted him that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. This little solo excursion with her and dressed the way she was, clearly she was wanting one thing and gave her that wish, caressing her soft and full breasts. Just as nice on his hands as they were before. He always wondered how women like her and Villetta Nu could be such warriors and still have such big titties.

Lelouch wasn’t complaining one bit. Feeling the naked skin of her chest, Kallen turned her head away from his and moaned softly. The heat in her flesh, the fullness of her texture, how easily they melted in his hands and allowed him to knead her chest deeper. Finding her erect nipples, he skillfully teased them with his fingertips moving them slowly, teasing her, making her shake in his hands. His hunger far from satisfied, he kissed her neck.

Gentle at first, just like the way he was toying with her nipples. But it didn’t take him long to get more aggressive, licking her neck up and down with his tongue and then full on eating it, using his teeth in between his wanton caresses. Licking all the way up to her face, he kissed her on the lips again and she moaned deeply as she gave it to him again.

When their lips parted, he could see the desire in her eyes. Both of them feeling that mutual want, he pinched her nipples and twisted them. Kallen’s face flushed deep red and murmured, doing everything in her power to keep herself from breaking out into a moan. She remembered their last little encounter, he said he was going to be in charge this time, and he was living up to that promise.

Nor was he inclined to stop. Taking it gently just as soon as he had escalated things, Lelouch was prodded the surface of her stiff nips, and in that heated embrace, it was driving her crazy. Every second was sensual agony, it was like she was being tickled. She was squirming under his control, they weren’t even properly fucking and here she was being played like the many people who fell to his cunning strategem. Lelouch preferred mental habits to the point of neglecting his physical stamina, and here with his hands alone he was playing her entire body.

It was a miracle when he started kneading her tits instead of toying with her nipples. Her entire chest was easily as sensitive as her clit, but him touching her breasts instead of acting the role of a wizard sending thunderbolts through her tender nipples, it was enough for her to regain her composure. Suddenly looking at him with his hands still on the skin of her breasts, she playfully tapped his lips with her finger, rubbing her digit on them, teasing him but firmly in control. Like a lion tamer. “Behave yourself Zero. I like it when men get rough with me. But don’t forget I have your weak spot.” In that moment of shared lustful intimacy, it had taken her all her effort to say that. Kallen counted herself lucky her voice wasn’t wavering.

She’d make sure to reassert control before he tried anything. She grabbed the organ throbbing in his pants. But there was no strength to it, no vice grip on him like she had done with him when she was angry. Instead she ran her hand all the way up to the end of it and he was that sensitive that not even touching his bare skin, his whole body shuddered. A tease and a taste of how good he had got it. Along with a warning on what else she could do if he didn’t behave himself. “And if we’re going to do this sort of thing, let’s wait. I don’t think all my ancestors here would appreciate us doing something like that here.” Giggling, she pushed him back. Then she turned around from where she came and beckoned him forth with a finger.

Lelouch was all too happy to follow. He wasn’t just looking at her ass bouncing in those leggings, he was looking at all of her. Thoughts of pure lust and what he intended to do with her today were running hand in hand with how much he respected and admired her as a comrade and a friend. Wanting her in so many more ways than before, he could only think that she was the perfect woman.

She must have had some psychic sixth sense because at that moment she said, “So Zero, what did you want to do when all of this was over?”

A genius on the battlefield and no stranger with women anymore, he had survived the empire’s machinations now several times over. Her taste fresh in his mouth and still feeling the warmth of her tits on his hands, he was feeling supremely arrogant, was making calculated plans against his father and coming up with new ones in seconds, each one more convoluted and precise than the last, he hadn’t felt that boyish joy since he lived in the palace as a true pampered royal with no real fears or problems. But that one question broke it. All the randy thoughts he had about her just then went up in smoke.

“I don’t know. I never really thought about it. I always just wanted to destroy the hegemony of Britannia, take revenge on my father, and rescue Nunnally. There was nothing else in my life. I never really thought about the future.”

She stopped at that and turned around to face him. Finally he said, “What about you? What are your plans for the future?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “I used to have many dreams. I wanted to become a dancer, see the world, and ride horses across the countryside. But those were the dreams of a little girl. The war came and changed everything. My family, my country and my dreams changed. But after this war ends, there’s still one thing I want above all else.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Oh is there, Lady Stadtfeld?”

“Yes there is. I’ve always wanted to start a family. Even if I take my parents as a starting point, knowing their relationship was very complicated and difficult. But before everything changed Lelouch, they were very happy.” She looked at one of the photos framed in the hallway, it was her with her parents, a picnic in a grassy field. “This is the happiest time we all had as a family. I definitely want that too.”

She turned around to face him. Just as gorgeous as ever. But it was the light in her eyes that captured his interest. His heart skipped several beats at the sight of it, he did indeed feel like a little boy. Kallen was nowhere near as cunning as Schneizel or as cruel as his father, not connected to the Geass Order and their plans centuries in the making, and here she could still cut him deep in ways they could never begin to imagine.

Posing cutely with her hands behind her back she said, “And what about you? I mean by a wife and children…”

She had hoped after their earlier activities, that it would only warm something in him. To use her as he saw fit. But instead Lelouch laughed. Kallen knew the true meaning behind it, it was the same type of laugh whenever he was feeling especially grandiose as Zero. Here it only sounded cold and hollow.

“A woman? Maybe if she and Nunnally understand each other. But children.” His face straightened with the same ferocity she had seen so long ago when she first bared him unmasked. “No.”

From the nobles who courted her as a young girl to her fellow comrades in the Black Knights, Kallen was no stranger to brutish men. This one before her as both Lelouch and Zero from his upbringing to his habits was as different from them as Viletta’s amnesiac state had been from her normal warlike nature. And yet he was very much a beast.

“I am his son. The blood of that man flows through me,” he said, sounding more furious with each second. “A child? Kallen, that would only end in tragedy. Or maybe, that’s what you mean? Deep down, you think I’m like him.”

He was starting to scare her. But she had risked death on the battlefield many times before. And she knew who he really was.

Not to mention after everything she had done with him, she was serious about him. She had punished him for his mishaps and transgressions in the past. She could suffer his rage and torment.

Walking on over to him with no hesitation, she was standing inches way from him. Then surprising him, she only warmly hugged him. Their last embrace was far more heated and passionate. Just like in that position, he could feel the more luscious parts of her body up on his. But sex was the last thing he was thinking about.

“Yes, I believe differently about you. I see it the way you take care of Nunnally. This loving brother can also become a good husband and father. You are not your father just because you have his blood in you. You are Lelouch.”

He calmed down hearing that. It was a rare thing when Kallen called him by his real name and not Zero. But feeling her hold him in this way in such a moment of raw emotion and not merely as a lover, the last woman who did such a thing for him was his mother. He had never forgotten that day, even as so much had changed in his life he remembered it at least once during the sun and under the moon, and as he had come to reunite with the family who had taken everything from him, that memory had taken on so many new meanings. Confessing his weaknesses to her and having her hold him with no judgment and hearing her utter his name, he felt like he was reliving it all over again. He never felt so weak and tender.

Holding him, her cheek was up on his. Her lips at his ear, she said very slowly, “In addition, Nunnally and Euphemia also became good people. They are not like your father. There are good people in your family. And I think you would be a worthy husband.”

It was a rare time when Lelouch’s mind was frazzled. But his emotions running riot now, he couldn’t begin to think straight. He remembered Euphemia, that it was his power flying out of his control that spurred her to butcher the Japanese that would make his sister Cornelia smile, and was hit with pangs of guilt. That was how so many knew her now, and he was astonished that Kallen could even see his late sister as who she really was. He couldn’t remember how the woman embracing him knew all too well about his Geass power. His whole mind was a blur.

He barely avoided embarrassing himself, he almost muttered, “Mother…” that’s how rapt his emotional state was. Kallen pulled away and holding his shoulders, looked him straight in the eyes. Her beauty and vulnerability was returning his mind to him fast, he knew what that look meant. Her face was flushed, he wasn’t thinking about his mother then. Just the two of them alone, he blushed in turn.

“You want to be my wife…”

He was about to say something else but then she kissed him again. So much more tender than before, nothing like the lust filled passion of their earlier makeout session. For all that, he longed for her more than ever, and without a word, both of them opened their mouths, flicking their tongues together, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, they were in perfect sync with each other. Memories of having each other burned in each other’s minds all the while, and yet they didn’t go beyond that. Several minutes they kissed like that, and each second they wanted the other to tear them apart.

When their mouths parted, she said, “Let’s have this conversation for another time. I’ve already spoiled the mood enough for today. But...let’s not break it completely either.” She straightened up the collar on Lelouch’s jacket, it had gotten messy several times over during each of their hot makeout sessions. “Now,” she said, holding his face, “how about we relax? That’s what you came here for, right?”

“Sure,” he said, collecting himself. “I wouldn’t mind retiring to the couch…”

That actually did make her laugh and he felt horribly embarrassed even if he didn’t know why. She said, “Actually I meant the jacuzzi in the garden. How about you go there in the meantime?” She took the bouquet of flowers he gave her, in everything that transpired he had totally forgotten about it. “I’ll go put these in a vase for now.”
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