Title: Not Too Late
Series: Code Geass
Pairing: Suzaku/...Lulu? Lulu/Suzaku? Them.
Genre: Crack~
Rating: PG-13
Comments/Warnings: It's shameless. It lacks any and all forms of shame. Seriously.

This is my response to Turn 8!

Inspired via tangent by hales731's icon, which is in the LJ post for this ficlet if anyone desires to see it. LJ name WishMasterFuuma.
And the conversation I had with my girlfriend right after watching the episode.

Thereby, this is for both of them. ^_^

(I actually wrote this way back in May of 2008, but I only published it to livejournal and not here, so I'm putting it here, now.)


"Lelouch?" He asked hesitantly, knowing who it was but nervous enough that he needed confirmation, anyway.

"Suzaku? What brings you to call me?" The voice that answered him seemed honestly surprised, and it was definitely that of Lelouch Lamperouge.

"Ah, Lulu. I've had..." The Knight of Seven took a breath, briefly going over the details in his head and wondering not for the first time if they could have done something to make the outcome any better, for him and Japan. "A rough day," He summarized.

Suzaku could almost hear the chuckle he knew Lelouch was keeping inside, "I saw. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," He answered smoothly, "I just... need to relax."

Lelouch's voice suddenly shifted deeper; it was heavy with a different sort of playful than it had been, before, "Oh? What sort of relaxation were you thinking?"

Suzaku easily recognized the tone, "...You sound like you already know."

"Oh, Suzaku, I haven't the faintest idea." Came the prompt reply, feigning innocence just well enough that Suzaku was barely willing to give his friend the benefit of the doubt, "You must tell me..."

The Knight of Seven entertained the idea of proposing incense and yoga for a moment, wondering exactly what Lelouch would say about that. He chose to get right to the point, instead, "Well... I know it's late, but—"

And then he was cut off by his friend's much quicker, much sharper words, "No, Suzaku, it's not too late for phone sex."

Suzaku paused, stunned momentarily by the sheer bluntness that came through the phone, "...I knew you knew."

"Shh, Suzaku," Lelouch's soft voice urged, "you'll ruin the mood."

"Mm." He hummed in agreement, very much interested in the preservation of said mood and doubly so in immersing himself, "Yes. So..."

"So?..." The Britannian's tone was full of unveiled expectation.

So Suzaku made him wait a second longer before asking, "...What are you wearing?"