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Chapter List
- 1-A Private Discussion
- 1
“Lord Zero,” said Euphemia, her face set and serious, “Would you please join me? I have some things I would like to discuss with you in private.”
There was a distinct lull in the hubbub of dignitaries and high-ranking Black Knights members gathering their things about them as they left the meeting room. Euphemia paid them no attention, her gaze fixed on Zero, who hesitated only a moment before inclining his head in acquiescence.
There was a murmur of surprise, and Darlton bent close to the former princess.
“Are you sure this is wise, Lady Euphemia?”
“It’s just Euphemia, thank you,” she said firmly, “And I’m sure it will be alright.”
As she led the way to the chambers she occupied in the SAZ mobile base, earning several curious glances, she sent a silent prayer of thanks that Lloyd had managed to detain Suzaku with several test runs and keep him from the meeting. Suzaku would probably have kicked up more of a fuss than Darlton, and besides, she wanted to surprise him when he finally did get there.
Zero closed and locked the door behind them once they’d entered. Euphemia turned to face him.
“It’s alright,” she said, “Like before, there are no cameras or recording equipment of any kind here.”
She’d made very sure of that before planning out this little escapade.
Lelouch wasted no time in removing his suffocating helmet, taking in a deep breath of fresh air and tugging off the half-mask that covered his mouth. He always looked so pleasantly rumpled in those first few moments, his hair disarrayed and his eyes shockingly bright in contrast to the blank impassiveness of the mask.
“So what was it you needed to discuss?” he asked, setting the mask down on a low table.
“Nothing, really,” she confessed. “I just thought you might like a little break after all that talk.”
He seemed momentarily nonplussed, and then he smiled. “Is that so? Well, I’m hardly one to be ungrateful.”
“I’m sure I can think of a few people who might say otherwise,” she said, fond, but mostly just to cover her growing nervousness at what she was about to attempt. She’d been stepping closer to him as they spoke and now she was right in front of him, almost inappropriately close. He looked down at her, a wry little smile still playing on his lips, and she reached out to touch his cravat, tugging at it.
Lelouch didn’t quite flinch back, but he did seem surprised. “Euphy…?” he began, but before he could say more she leaned in and kissed him.
He didn’t back away, and for that she was grateful. She wasn’t sure what expression he had on his face, because she’d shut her eyes, but after a moment of stunned frozenness he seemed to be responding. His lips were moving, anyway, and she thought he might be inclining his head so that the angle was less awkward. But after a moment she had to pull away, because although she had steeled herself for this moment and was determined to see it all through she was also worried that maybe she was bad at this, and he wasn’t enjoying it at all.
He had a pleasingly surprised expression still on his face when she opened her eyes, and his hand was half-raised as if he’d been about to touch her cheek.
“So, um…” she said, tugging more earnestly at his cravat, aware that she was blushing, “I was just thinking, we could… maybe…”
Lelouch covered her hands with his own, stilling their movement. He seemed to have regained his composure, somewhat.
“Here, you’ll ruin it,” he told her, and undid the cravat himself, unravelling it and pulling it away from his neck. He held it out to her and she took it, holding it loosely in one hand as with the other she grasped the back of his head and pulled him down for another kiss. He was more prepared this time, and he opened his mouth readily, his hands settling on her waist as he leaned into her.
She kissed him long and slow, letting him slip a tongue into her mouth, encouraging him. He actually seemed to know what he was doing, and she wasn’t sure if she was pleased or disappointed about that. She had always liked Lelouch best when he was least sure of himself.
Perhaps that was mean of her. But it always made her feel so inadequate when he knew so much more about something than she did – and for that reason, she pulled away, kissing down his jaw and neck, fumbling one handed at the zipper to his suit.
He made a soft little sound that sent a shiver through her belly, and then stroked her hair with one hand.
“… what exactly are we doing?” he asked her, still touching her hair. It made her feel warm and drowsy, a little like she was drunk.
“Well,” she said, content to lean against his chest and let him pet her,
“I kind of, um…” She closed her eyes. Maybe this would be less embarrassing that way. “I wanted to – try this. With you.”
“This,” he repeated. “Kissing?”
“And… maybe more,” she admitted, blushing. His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. Then his hands were on her face, lifting it so he could see her clearly.
“Should we really be doing this?” he asked her softly. “I mean… we are…”
“We’re not enemies!” she insisted. “You’ve agreed to join the SAZ and you’ve been a great help. We’ve done great things together.”
“… that’s not what I meant…”
But she was already going in for another kiss, and he seemed to give up on whatever objection he’d thought of making.
She was beginning to get the hang of it. Lelouch wasn’t really all that much more experienced than her, she realized – he seemed to be learning at about the same pace as her, and it was a pleasant lesson to take. Somehow she pushed him up against the door, their bodies pressed closer together, her breasts against his chest, one of his legs between hers, and oh, that felt rather nice –
“Lady Euphemia! It’s me, Suzaku. Are you alright?”
Lelouch went rigid with shock and almost pushed her away from him, already searching for his mask. Euphy, surprised and somewhat disappointed to leave that warm, hazy moment, raised her voice. “I’m fine, Suzaku. I’ll open the door right away.”
Lelouch made a violent jerking motion with his head – he couldn’t locate his helmet. Of course he couldn’t, Euphy had discreetly kicked it under the table and out of view when he wasn’t looking. She gave him a comforting smile.
“It’s alright,” she repeated, this time for his benefit. She held out the cravat she’d unwound from his neck. “You’ll just need to help me with this, okay?”
Lelouch stared at her.
“I’d be happy to help you,” said Suzaku from outside the door, oblivious.
Lelouch smiled.
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The door opened just enough for Suzaku to squeeze through.
After a moment’s hesitation, he went through – only to be promptly blindfolded. He stiffened in surprise, but didn’t move to defend himself. Euphy was here – he didn’t want to hurt her accidentally.

There was a click as the door shut behind her.
“… Euphemia?” he said, cautiously.
“I told you, it’s Euphy,” she admonished, and he relaxed a little. He was sure she wouldn’t sound like that if there were any danger.
“Euphy,” he repeated, dutifully. “Did you – blindfold me?”
“I hope you don’t mind,” she said, sounding suddenly a little anxious.
“I’m a little surprised,” he confessed. “Did your consultation with Zero go well? They told me downstairs you needed to talk to him about something…”
There was a short, awkward pause.
“It’s been fairly productive so far,” said another, much deeper and slightly amused voice to Suzaku’s left. He jumped, turning his blind head toward it.
“I’m… sorry,” said Suzaku, “I didn’t realize you and Euphemia were still discussing things.”
“It’s alright,” said Zero, moving closer now. “She thought you might want to get something out of it, too, and I quite agree.”
There was something a little off about his voice. It didn’t have the same echoing quality it usually had.
“You’re unmasked!” said Suzaku, speaking as he realized it. But then, that meant… “Have you blindfolded Euphy as well? What are you planning?”
Zero was very close now, enough so that Suzaku could hear his soft, exasperated sigh.
“Um…” said Euphy from somewhere to the right. “I don’t want any unpleasantness to occur here, you two.”
“There won’t be,” Zero assured her, and Suzaku frowned. There was something familiar about that voice. On a whim, he lifted his hands, feeling about in front of himself until he’d found and grasped the other man’s upper arms. Zero let out a soft grunt of surprise.
“No unpleasantness, Kururugi,” he warned. “– hey. What are you doing?”
Suzaku had raised one hand to where he guessed Zero’s head must be, clumsily feeling for his face. Zero leaned back from him, but Suzaku’s firm grip on his arm kept him from stepping out of reach.
“What kind of person hides behind that mask?” Suzaku wondered aloud, his voice hard. He found a cheek, a nose, the edge of a chin, each touch dulled through his glove. He couldn’t get a good enough idea of the individual features to put them together in a portrait in his mind’s eye. But from what he could tell, the man was young, perhaps even close to his age, with delicate features. Like someone he’d recently been wondering about…
“Suzaku,” protested Euphemia. He stopped immediately, turning his head in her direction – or trying to, as now Zero grabbed his chin and forcefully turned it back toward him. Suzaku made a frustrated sound.
“Not so nice, is it,” said Zero. “You brute.” This last said softly, his mouth very close to Suzakus’s. Whatever he looked like, he was somewhat taller than Suzaku, for Suzaku had the impression he was bending down a little to speak. Taller than – that other guy he’d been wondering about.
“Blindfolding me isn’t exactly nice, either,” said Suzaku softly. It was very strange, feeling Zero’s gloved hand on his face.
“That wasn’t my idea,” said Zero, sounding amused again, but before Suzaku could process that or the small, embarrassed sound from Euphy, there was a mouth pressed against his and a tongue slipping past his lips.
Zero, the terrorist Zero, leader of the Black Knights and murderer of Clovis, was kissing him. And not just a chaste, simple little kiss either. The way he pressed against him, stroking Suzaku’s tongue with his own, had Suzaku responding almost before he was aware of it. The hand on Suzaku’s chin had a softer hold now, sliding up to almost caress his cheek as Suzaku tilted his head up, encouraging the kiss –
In the next second he was pushing Zero back, away from him, their lips separating with a small, embarrassingly wet sound.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asked.
“Filling you in on the discussion Euphy and I were having before you came in,” said Zero lightly, his voice a little less deep, and definitely more familiar. Which made absolutely no sense, and why was Euphy giggling from behind him?
Then Zero was kissing him again, and Suzaku forgot about it. He was strangely vulnerable blindfolded, having to let Zero lead the way, when ordinarily he might have wanted to take control. There was something about the way Zero kissed – bold but not entirely self-confident – that made Suzaku think, again, of Lelouch. And as he would have with Lelouch, if he’d ever thought to do this with him, he tried to make things easier, letting himself go pliant under his hands and coaxing him to explore more.
Maybe Zero noticed it. He pushed Suzaku back against the wall – the door? – pressing a knee between his thighs and holding his arms down. Suzaku gasped into his mouth, but let his legs spread, let the thigh slide up and brush against his groin. He was already beginning to get hard, which would have been embarrassing if he hadn’t suddenly been made well aware that Zero was already hard.
Suzaku pulled back from the kiss, wanting to make a comment, but the way Zero kissed down his neck and his chest, opening Suzaku’s clothing as he went, distracted him.
“What… kind of conversation was I interrupting?” he managed to ask, trying and failing to keep his breath from hitching as Zero pushed up closer against him, rubbing his crotch with his leg.
“A nice one,” said Euphy, reminding him that she was still there and almost making him tense and push away Zero again. “But we really needed you to get here before we could start properly… right, Lord Zero?” She was very close to the two of them now, her voice sounding an odd mixture of happy and wistful and – aroused?
The thought sparked a thread of pleasure to his groin, making him moan and rub against Zero. Quite embarrassing, really, but almost worth it to hear the sound Zero made – a kind of agonized, satisfied hm as he spread Suzaku’s legs farther with his hands. One of those hands crept up to rub at his crotch and Suzaku gasped, pushing into it.
This was ridiculous. He was losing control of himself so easily, and he still didn’t know who this guy really was. He tried gauge where Zero’s head might be, and then leaned forward, bumping his nose against the man’s chin and clumsily pressing a kiss to it.
Zero paused, his hand still resting on Suzaku’s erection, and Suzaku angled his head so he could kiss him again, on the lips this time, raising a hand to direct his head. He grasped soft hair, of approximately the same length as…
“Clever,” said Zero, breaking the kiss. And then he was dropping to his knees and undoing Suzaku’s pants, and – there was a short feminine sound that Suzaku couldn’t quite place from somewhere to his left – and then Zero was lifting Suzaku’s erection out of his pants and kissing the tip and Suzaku groaned.
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Euphy hadn’t quite expected things to go like this. They almost seemed to have forgotten her, even though she was right there. Not that she probably couldn’t change that – they were close enough for her to touch. Yet she refrained – she was worried they might stop if she interjected herself.
She watched as Lelouch kissed and licked Suzaku’s cock, watched the way Suzaku responded. Her face was red with embarrassment. It felt so improper to watch this, but more pressingly she wanted a better view.
She knelt down beside Lelouch, watching intently as he took Suzaku into his mouth. Suzaku made a high, breathy sound, his hips twitching. Lelouch had his eyes half shut in concentration, his cheeks slightly flushed. One of his hands rested on the floor, the other wrapped around the base of Suzaku’s penis.
There was an uncomfortable wetness between her thighs. She pressed them closer together, her eyes fixed on Lelouch as he swallowed down Suzaku’s cock, now resting both hands on Suzaku’s thighs as he made small thrusts into Lelouch’s mouth.
It was amazing to watch. Suzaku was pressing back against the door, his hands gripping at nothing, his breath all short, gasping pants, his whole powerful body tensed as he moved in just those controlled little thrusts.

Lelouch made a little sound and seemed to take Suzaku in deeper, and Suzaku moaned. “Ohhh…”
Was she panting, too? Was that her making that breathy, eager sound as she shifted on the floor, trying to get a better view?
Lelouch was watching her out of the corner of his eye. She realized she was holding a hand to her mouth, her cheeks bright red. He was flushed, too, but there was an arrogant look in his eye as he swallowed Suzaku down again and again, watching her reaction to all of this.
It made her feel very embarrassed. She looked away from Lelouch, back up at Suzaku as he made another sound, more desperate. Suddenly he moved more erratically, arching his back and thrusting into Lelouch’s mouth – and then he went quiet, leaning against the door. For a moment Euphy was confused – but when Lelouch pulled back and seemed to be gagging on something she understood.
“Are you alright?” she said as she stood – surprised herself with the sound of her own voice, a little strained but otherwise normal – not sure if she was asking Lelouch or Suzaku.
Suzaku jumped a little, as if he really had forgotten she was there. “Euphy! I… I’m sorry you had to see that.”
He fumbled with his pants, covering himself again.
“Oh, no, please don’t,” said Euphy in dismay. She didn’t like seeing him so ashamed of himself.
Lelouch seemed to have decided that swallowing was a better plan than spitting a mouthful of semen onto the carpet of Euphemia’s private quarters.
“Don’t be,” he told Suzaku, his voice just as smooth and deep as if he hadn’t just given someone a blowjob for the first time – and it had to be his first time, Euphy refused to think her silly, arrogant Lelouch would deign to do that for anyone else. “It was her idea in the first place.”
Suzaku balled his hands into fists. “Don’t you dare slander her – ” he began, but by now Euphy had screwed up her courage enough to lean in and kiss him.
There was a moment, she knew, where he thought she was Lelouch again – but then he relaxed and returned it.
“Euphy…?” he asked when she pulled back to look at him. He was frowning a little, she could just see it over the blindfold.
“Does it bother you?” she said, helplessly. “I – wanted to do this. With both of you.”
As Suzaku seemed to struggle with comprehending that, she became aware of an impatient shifting behind her. She realized with a start that Lelouch must be very uncomfortable by now.
“Oh,” she said in dismay, turning around. He was standing very close behind her, close enough that she could reach up to kiss him easily – and so she did, wondering if she was able to taste Suzaku in his mouth. She tucked one arm behind his neck and let the other travel down his hip, reaching hesitantly to cup his erection. He made a little groaning sound as she touched him.
“Are you – what’s going on right now?” said Suzaku, tense. Lelouch and Euphy separated with an embarrassingly wet sound.
“You shouldn’t be so selfish, Kururugi,” said Lelouch in his best Zero voice sans voice modifier.
“That’s right, Suzaku,” chided Euphy, smiling up at Lelouch. “L – Lord Zero was so good to you, it’s only fair someone helps him out as well.”
“Well,” began Suzaku, strained and uncertain.
“You, too,” said Lelouch, his voice very close to her ear and one hand creeping down the front of her dress, “It’s only fair.”
“Oh!” she said, surprised by the sudden flow of heat to her groin that his fingers gave her. Suzaku seemed to take this as a sound of dismay, and his blind, reaching hands grabbed for Lelouch’s arm.
“Don’t,” he began warningly.
“No, Suzaku, it’s alright,” said Euphy, embarrassed again. She took Suzaku’s hand in hers and removed the glove. “I said I wanted to do this, didn’t I?” She squeezed his hand, and then she kissed him again, just a quick little peck on the lips before she turned back to Lelouch.
She pulled close to Lelouch as she kissed him, pressing her chest flush against him. His hands, gloveless now, came up to rest on the small of her back, pulling her closer still until she could feel his erection against her stomach. She was blushing again, she knew it, but even so she moved in his grasp, rubbing herself against him in a way that made him gasp.
She kissed down Lelouch’s throat, retracing the path she’d taken before and opening his shirt farther. They were moving awkwardly against one another, almost losing their balance as they strained for more friction, and Euphy almost didn’t hear it when Suzaku cleared his throat.
“Um… is there perhaps a more suitable place for this?”
“Hm?” Euphy turned her head, leaning against Lelouch’s chest. “Oh, that’s right. I do have a bedroom here.”
Somewhat reluctantly, she extracted herself from Lelouch’s hold. “It’s just back here,” she said, and then stopped. Of course, Suzaku couldn’t see the way. She took his hand, noting with satisfaction the way he held on to her, strong and sure. Whatever qualms he’d had about this whole thing seemed to have disappeared.
“Let me show you,” she said, and they followed her.
---
They made Suzaku sit down on the bed first. As Euphy sat, she pulled Lelouch down for another kiss, and he could see Suzaku’s face turn toward the two of them. Lelouch shut his eyes, concentrating on the kiss, on where he should put his hands as he leaned down to her. The angle was awkward so he set one knee between her legs on the bed.
“Um, wait, get off,” she said, breaking the kiss and laughing a little. She was trying to move back farther so he could fit on the bed, too, but she couldn’t with him kneeling on her skirt. Lelouch immediately stood up, feeling suddenly like a complete novice. It was strange – he hadn’t felt so silly and uncertain before, even though he’d been as inexperienced at that as he was here.
“Are you okay?” said Suzaku as Euphy scooted back and hiked up her skirts. He pulled his legs up onto the bed, head following the sounds of her movements.
“I’m fine,” she assured him. Lelouch climbed onto the bed without her prompting. It really was enormous – it felt like it took a ridiculously long time to crawl over to her. She giggled at the self-deprecating smile that he couldn’t hold back, and then she was tugging at his jacket, pulling it down over his shoulders. He shrugged out of it, letting it hang down from his waist awkwardly as she fumbled at the clasp of his cloak. At last she managed to undo it, and he let it fall over his back as he kissed her collarbone. He could feel her heartbeat against his lips.
Her hands were moving somewhere above his head, undoing the half-cardigan she wore over her dress. He licked her chest, suddenly curious about how she tasted, and she let out a little breathy sound that went straight to his erection. He rubbed himself against the bed, just the once, unable to stop himself. By the time he looked up at her again she’d discarded the cardigan and was smiling down at him, her eyes bright with anticipation or arousal – or both.
“Euphy…” said Suzaku softly. Lelouch spared him a glance – sitting on his knees with his face turned in their direction, still in the same place as before. He felt a twinge of annoyance. If Suzaku was so interested why didn’t he just join in then?
He huffed and crawled back over Euphy. At some point, she’d lain herself down. He felt like an absolute fool, leaning over her with his suit half-off, his erection pressing obviously against the fabric.
“Turn over,” he said softly, and though there was another awkward and confusing moment as she found the space to do so, she did, pushing aside her hair so that he could find the zipper to her dress. He pulled it down, the sound of it strangely loud in the quiet of the room. He heard Suzaku move behind him, again. Was he finally going to come over?
“Do you wish you could see her, Kururugi?” said Lelouch as he exposed her back. There was a choked sound from behind, as if Suzaku had just cut himself off from saying something. He stroked one finger up her spine, and she shivered. When he reached the back of her bra he hesitated for a moment, then slowly set about unclipping it.
Euphy turned her head. “Suzaku, don’t you think Lord Zero deserves some attention?”
Lelouch, who had just finished undoing her bra, glanced at her. There was a small smile on her lips.
“Of course,” said Suzaku, and almost immediately his hands had found Lelouch’s waist, pulling the suit down over his hips as Euphy wiggled out of the folds of her dress, and Lelouch had a moment of panic. Suzaku had seen his underwear before – on those rare occasions he didn’t manage to avoid PE class they all changed in the locker rooms together – what if he recognized them just by touching them?
But Suzaku was currently distracted with the task of blindly undoing Lelouch’s boots and pulling the pant legs of his suit over his feet, and the sight of Euphy, now completely free of her dress, clad only in her rather frilly panties and holding her simple, strapless bra to her chest as she blushed, nearly drove all worries from Lelouch’s mind. Nearly.
He pulled Euphy close, grabbing one of her hands and setting it on his underwear. She would have to be the one to remove them, just to be sure.
“Um,” she said, sounding a little surprised at his forwardness. But instead of tugging down his briefs, as he’d hoped, she again cupped his erection, rubbing the tip with her thumb. He gasped and jerked at her touch, at the same time realizing that now she had only one hand to hold her bra up, and it didn’t quite work to completely cover her breasts…
“You wear platform shoes,” Suzaku remarked. He had finished extricating Lelouch’s legs from his pants, and now he was right behind him. His hands were on Lelouch’s side again, traveling up slowly and making him tremble. Was he trying to figure out Zero’s identity again by feeling him up? Lelouch shifted, pressing back against Suzaku while still unconsciously thrusting shallowly into Euphy’s gentle, careful touches. Even through the other’s clothes, he could feel Suzaku starting to stir again.
“Already?” he said breathlessly, trying to sound arrogant and a little mocking rather than helplessly turned on.
Suzaku made a little annoyed sound in the back of his throat, and then his fingers found Lelouch’s nipples, already peaked with arousal, and rubbed across them and Lelouch moaned. He could almost hear Suzaku’s satisfied smirk, and he wanted to say something else that would command respect and awe, but he could feel an orgasm building and suddenly he couldn’t think of anything. Suzaku rubbed his nipples again, then pinched them softly, rolling them between thumb and forefinger, and at the same time Euphy carefully pulled down his briefs just enough to remove his cock and give it an experimental stroke – and Lelouch came, hard, jerking into Euphy’s hand and pressing his head back against Suzaku’s shoulder, shuddering with the strength of it. It was the most intense orgasm he’d ever had – he’d never been so hard for so long before.
And in the afterglow he lay against Suzaku, perfectly content for a long, blissful moment. Then Suzaku cleared his throat and said, “Did you just come?” and he realized he may have just given himself away. Lord Zero shouldn’t come the moment his penis came into skin to skin contact with someone else’s hand, with absolutely no warning. At least he’d managed to stay relatively silent through it.
Euphy saved him from having to come up with a response. “That was a lot more than I expected,” she said, a laughing note in her voice, and when he looked over at her he realized that he’d managed to get his semen all over her. At least she’d dropped the bra before it happened, so that was spared. Which also meant her chest was now completely bare, except…
“Your breasts are covered in my come,” he said blankly, unable to take his eyes off the sight. And to keep that from being a completely useless statement, he added in something approaching his Zero voice, “Kururugi, perhaps you should help her with that?”
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Suzaku swallowed. “Euphy… would you like me to…?”
“Oh, yes. Please,” said Euphy, and he needed no more urging. He crawled toward her hesitantly, aware that Zero was moving out of his way. Suddenly a hand grabbed wrist. “I’m here,” she said.
Suzaku took hold of her arm with his other hand and followed it down to her shoulder. She must have lain down. He wondered how she might look right now, bare breasted, probably blushing a little as she stared up at him from within the halo of her hair – and covered in Zero’s come. The thought should not have been as arousing as it was.
He bent down, hoping that he was aiming in the right area – and she rose to meet him in an open-mouthed kiss. When he pulled back she let out a little disappointed sigh, but already he was moving on to her neck, the hollow of her throat.
He kissed his way down her chest, licking the streaks of come as he explored her body with nothing but his mouth and tongue. He paused when he reached a nipple, flickering his tongue against it and making her moan.
There was a noise from somewhere to the right, like someone opening a drawer. He made his way to the other side of her chest, gently fondling one nipple with his hand.
“Aah – no, um it’s in the – the bottom drawer,” said Euphy over his head, and then she gasped as Suzaku found her other nipple and took it into his mouth. “Ohh, please.”
It was very pleasant to have her make those sounds for him, but he wasn’t done yet. He licked and kissed his way past the swell of her breasts, down over her stomach until his lips touched the hem of her panties. He hesitated a moment, then kissed that, too, and went lower. She spread her legs wider to accommodate him, panting. He could feel the shape of her with his mouth against the cloth, so he licked along the slit.
“Suzaku,” she moaned. “Please, just – let’s just take them off.”
He moved back so that she could remove them herself, not trusting himself to do it for her when he couldn’t see. She was careful enough to avoid accidentally kicking him, and she let him know she was ready by putting her hands on his head and tugging down until he could feel her wetness on his lips, and taste it with his tongue.
Her hips rose up into his licks, and he grabbed her thighs to better balance himself. When he found her clit she cried out and bucked up against him. “Oh, oh – I’m sorry Suzaku I – aaah…”
He didn’t want her to be sorry. That she was able to enjoy herself so much because of him was everything he could hope for. He left her clit for a moment to thrust his tongue inside her – and he felt her come, contracting around him and thrusting mindlessly upwards.
He pulled back from her carefully, wanting to let her recover from the experience. As he sat back on the bed, wondering if he ought to try to hide his erection, he became aware of a repeated sound like slick movement, and several small, soft grunts and gasps. He turned his head to the source of the sound, frowning.
“Are you almost ready?” said Euphy, her voice drowsy from the orgasm, and it took Suzaku a moment to realize she wasn’t addressing him. Of course, she must be talking to Zero – was that sound coming from him?
“I – believe so,” said Zero, his voice a bit breathless. “Kururugi, take those clothes of yours off.”
It was such a direct order that Suzaku found himself obeying before he remembered from whose mouth it had left. And by then it was too late. As he pulled his shirt up over his head he almost dislodged the blindfold – but Zero’s hand was there to steady it. When at last Suzaku was naked, he found a small package pressed into his hand.
“I trust you don’t need me to put this on for you,” said Zero, and Suzaku, inexplicably, found himself blushing. Of course they needed condoms if they were going to have sex. – They were going to have sex? Of the penetrative kind?
“Wait,” he said, “What’s happening now?”
“Now,” said Zero, imperious, “I’m going to ride you.”
“If that’s okay,” broke in Euphy. “Do you mind, Suzaku?”
Do I mind? Do I mind if a masked terrorist wants to ride my cock? “I…” said Suzaku. He fingered the package in his hand, feeling the edges.
“I just spent the last several minutes preparing myself,” said Zero, “So I really hope you don’t mind.” His tone was wry, but with an undercurrent of desperation. Suzaku suddenly had an image of him, this dangerous man with his smooth, slender body, and delicate, youthful face (like Lelouch’s), naked and desperate with arousal. His dick throbbed at the thought.
“It would be a shame to let all that trouble go to waste,” he agreed, tearing open the condom package. He settled back and spread his legs as he rolled it on.
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And Euphy, damn her, giggled. Lelouch shot her an exasperated look as he pushed Suzaku’s back down toward the bed and straddled his waist. He hesitated momentarily, trying not to be obvious about it. He knew the basics of anal sex, knew that preparation was required – he could only hope that fucking himself on his own fingers as he watched Suzaku eat Euphy out would be enough.
“Is that… really going to fit?” said Euphy, echoing his own thoughts. He let out a bark of awkward, nervous laughter. It wasn’t huge, he supposed, not abnormally so at least – maybe a little bigger than his own. But even with the preparation, he wasn’t so sure it would go in.
“You just need to relax,” said Suzaku, stroking his thigh. He was right – Lelouch was all tensed up. He took a breath and tried to force some measure of calm on himself.
“Here,” said Euphy from behind him. He felt her hand on his ass, searching out his hole, and it took a great deal of willpower not to jerk and freeze up again at the touch. With her other hand she directed Suzaku’s cock so that the head was pressing against it.
Lelouch sat, slowly, grimacing as it slid in. The sensation wasn’t quite unpleasant, but it was definitely an intrusion.
Suzaku breathed out slowly. “You’re really tight.”
“Does it hurt?” asked Euphy. She was on her hands and knees, watching them.
Suzaku moved his hips a little and at last his penis was completely inside Lelouch, who sighed. “Not… exactly,” he admitted.
“I’m going to move,” said Suzaku from beneath him. Warning him? Why did he feel the need to warn him – what was Lelouch doing that made Suzaku think he needed a warning?
“Go ahead,” said Lelouch, and Suzaku rolled his hips up in a careful, gentle thrust. Lelouch’s breath hitched. He glanced up at Euphy’s curious face, and belatedly realized that in this position, with him facing Suzaku, he wouldn’t be able to fuck her.
It must have shown on his face. “Oh, don’t worry about me,” she said. “I can just…” She sat down with a thump and spread her legs again.
“O-ohh,” said Lelouch, rising again with another of Suzaku’s gentle thrusts. It was supposed to be an acknowledgement, but it came out as a moan. Suzaku grunted, and found Lelouch’s waist with his hands, holding him as he shifted his position and thrust in again, a bit stronger this time. Something inside him sparked with pleasure and he gasped, grabbing at the bed covers for balance.
In front of him Euphy was touching herself, fingers slick and shiny. She was lying against the pillows, her hips rising in slow, lazy thrusts as she watched the Lelouch and Suzaku. Another movement of Suzaku’s hips, another spark of pleasure, and as Lelouch watched Euphy rubbing herself, cheeks pink and eyes half-closed with pleasure, he groaned.
“You should see her, Kururugi,” he managed to say as Suzaku kept to his steady pace, “Naked, and so wet for us.” His words were stuttered with little gasps, as Suzaku managed to hit that same, pleasurable spot with each thrust.
Euphy let out a little embarrassed sound, her fingers moving faster. Suzaku said nothing. His brow was furrowed above the makeshift blindfold, but Lelouch couldn’t tell if it was from anger or concentration.
“Haah – touch yourself,” suggested Euphy breathlessly. “I’m – I’m getting close, and I don’t want to be alone.” She laughed self-consciously.
Lelouch needed no further prompting. He wrapped a hand around himself as he watched her, and beneath him Suzaku’s thrusts suddenly quickened. He gasped and stroked himself faster, rubbing over the head with his thumb. His whole body felt like it was coiling, the pleasure building and building as Suzaku thrust into him faster, hands on his hips to hold him in place.
Beneath him, Suzaku was making small, grunting sounds as he pushed into him again and again, neck muscles straining. Before him, Euphy moaned, spreading her legs wider so she could slip her fingers into herself faster – faster –
“Oh – ohh, Lelouch,” she moaned, her hips shuddering. It tipped Lelouch over the edge. He rode out his orgasm as Suzaku bucked up into him, breathing harshly and with the slightest edge of voice.
And then it was done and he collapsed against Suzaku’s chest, hazy in the post-orgasm afterglow. And it wasn’t until after Suzaku removed himself from Lelouch and discarded the condom, and the three of them were lying in a pleasant, lazy heap together on the bed, that Lelouch realized what Euphy had said.
He froze and stared at her, seeing his own horror reflected in her eyes as she realized it, too.
“Relax,” said Suzaku from behind him, his voice flat.
Lelouch turned around. He was tugging at the blindfold, and in another second he had removed it. He stared reproachfully across at Lelouch.
“It’s not like I didn’t suspect it,” he said, and Lelouch swallowed. The bliss of the afterglow seemed to be fading away – even Euphy, cuddled happily against his chest seemed to expect it. Now Suzaku would be angry, demand answers and explanations…
But Suzaku just pulled the two of them close and breathed deeply into Lelouch’s hair.
“Later,” he said.
“Later,” agreed Euphy, voice muffled against Lelouch’s neck as she snuggled against him.
Lelouch shut his eyes. It was nice, being held by Suzaku and Euphy like this. He felt himself relaxing, fading away to sleep again in their naked embrace.
“Later,” he mumbled, or thought, and was asleep.
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