A/N: Fail name, I know... Well, this will be my first attempt at a multi-chapter fic, not including my collection of one-shot drabbles, "Agglomeration". Uhm, I guess you can call this an experiment…testing the water so to speak…so, pointing out spelling/grammatical errors would be greatly appreciated.

I guess this will also mark my first CG lemon, so yeah :D

Slight OOC. Maybe.

Italics: Thoughts or when fading in and out of the dream-like state. Or just words said for emphasis.

Disclaimer: Code Geass belongs to CLAMP and until that is proved otherwise…well it's not like I'm next in line to own it anyways :P

Berceuse

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Chapter 1:

Beautiful Nightmare

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~"Be careful what you wear to bed at night; you never know who you'll meet in your dreams."~

Suzaku was definitely regretting only wearing boxers to bed that night.

A wicked tongue danced across his bare skin, tasting the fine sheen of sweat that accumulated, resulting from the stranger's sinful actions. Suzaku attempted to muffle his cries, as well as other humiliating noises that clawed their way to escape his stubborn mouth, and he was doing quite well. At least, until the stranger suddenly decided to tease that wicked tongue all the way to his chest. His very sensitive chest. And the poor boy could only take so much when that damned tongue licked and swirled around a nipple, causing it to harden instantly. He hissed and squirmed, trying to desperately overthrow his assailant. His movements ceased, however, as the rather obstinate man engulfed the bud in blissful heat with the use of his mouth.

Suzaku's lips parted; an embarrassingly loud moan erupted from his throat as he mentally kicked himself for being so stupidly vocal. A soft chuckle was heard from the darkness, causing Suzaku to redden. It didn't even occur to Suzaku that there wasn't much to be embarrassed from at this point. In fact, that should have been the least of his worries. Hot lips descended on his neck, kissing and nipping at the skin, sucking and biting hard enough to leave several bruises that would reminisce this evening. Several soft pants and whimpers filled the air as he continually bit his lips and clenched his teeth to keep those mortifying noises in. His body was pulsing with heat, his mind in a hazy fog, and the man hadn't even fully touched him yet. A warm breath on his ear made him shiver as the stranger whispered, "Don't hold back now…I want to hear every delicious little sound you make…" He bit the lobe playfully, appreciating the sharp gasp that Suzaku emitted.

He didn't exactly remember how he landed himself in this situation, but from what he could infer, he's in bed (obviously), naked, save for his boxers (but at the rate the stranger was going, it won't be for long), he was not alone (very obviously), he was being ravished (albeit forcibly), his limbs felt as heavy as lead (hence probably why he hasn't fought back), he couldn't see (he wasn't exactly sure whether or not a blindfold was in use), and as odd as all of this is, he isn't one bit frightened (that was probably because the stranger was so good at distracting him).

The stranger brought his lips to Suzaku's, the latter immediately groaning as his mouth was swiftly invaded by that same torturous tongue. The kiss was not at all soft. There were no light, fluttery feelings in his stomach. That sensation was replaced by a burning heat coiling within him, one that would probably set any fluttering butterflies in his stomach ablaze. It wasn't chaste or soft. It was powerful, passionate, and god the rough way the stranger moved against his lips felt so fucking good. The taste wasn't sugary sweet or whatever girls were supposed to taste like. The taste, however hard it was to describe, was overwhelming, addicting, and if his lungs weren't screaming with the need of oxygen, he would have happily spent the remainder of his time lip-locked with him. Sadly, the stranger pulled away, leaving Suzaku gasping for breath.

"My, my…so soon, and yet…", Suzaku moaned and arched as the speaker shamelessly grasped his aching member through the fabric of his boxers, "you're already so excited…"

Whatever retort Suzaku was about to bark at the other man immediately died as a skillful hand continued to stroke him at a maddeningly slow pace. Several groans and gasps spilled from his lips, adding to the other's amusement and satisfaction.

"No need to be so shy, Love...," he cooed, leaning down to lick Suzaku's parted lips.

'Love? Who the hell does this guy think he is?'

As if hearing this, the hand quickened its pace, and soon Suzaku didn't care what the hell the guy called him. Well, as long as he didn't call him baby…

"Like that? You like that, don't you baby", he purred. God freaking damnit. Suzaku couldn't see, but he was willing to bet his deadweight limbs that the bastard was smirking. It would have pissed him off but damn, it was so good. And he was close― so close…

Of course, the guy just had to stop. And of course, Suzaku just had to whine in disappointment at the loss of heat and the delicious friction. And of course, Suzaku yelped as he felt his boxer being ripped away from him, leaving him stark naked and completely exposed, with his cock standing erect and still throbbing to be released. And there was the fact that an absolute stranger had nothing to hold him back from either devouring him or fucking him senseless until Suzaku's voice turned hoarse from screaming (or possibly longer than that). Just perfect, huh?

The pop of a button coming undone was heard, as well as the distinct sound of a zipper being pulled down. Suzaku frowned, a little peeved that his counterpart was fully clothed this entire time. He had been only wearing boxers for god's sake, and couldn't help but feel that the whole situation was incredibly unfair. Especially since the guy practically mutilated his last piece of clothing and probably threw it to some corner to be forgotten. He did, however, give a little smirk of his own as he heard a shaky sigh of relief, probably upon releasing his cock from the confines of his pants. It was at least reassuring that he wasn't the only one uncomfortably aroused.

A warm hand cupped his face, guiding his lips to the other's. He sighed softly as the stranger opened his mouth and allowed their tongues to entwine and tease against each other. Suzaku felt the sleeves of the person's shirt grazing the tender skin of his collar and inhaled sharply as the other's fingers tangled through his hair, pressing them close enough for Suzaku to breathe in the his scent. His head felt light, but his "lower" anatomies felt hard, particularly so when such a skillful mouth was on his own, consuming every last bit of him.

His head snapped out of it, however, as soon as the other man ground their hips together, causing two very erect members to come in contact with each other in sweet, sweet friction. The pleasure was dizzying, sending wave after wave of arousal coursing through his body, igniting nerves and possibly killing off his brain cells. 'Possibly', due to the fact that now that his own mind doesn't even register what he's saying.

"Oh…oh god, don't st-stop―aah…", Suzaku's breath hitch and a laborious moan slipped from his mouth as the stranger smirked, pleased with the pretty picture of the brunet laid out beneath him, flushed, horny, and so desperate for the release and pleasure he was more than willing to provide. He looked good enough to eat…

He chuckled darkly at the thought.

The pace increased, now that Suzaku was more willing to play along as his hips moved unconsciously against him, and the other man was now rewarded with much more of the boy's appreciative responses. However, he soon decided it wasn't enough to satiate his craving for the boy. It wasn't that those sexy little moans weren't enough; it was just that both males were just getting a little too close to finishing without the grand finale. Grabbing Suzaku's hips, (the young man whining once more at the loss of the more pleasurable contact) he ceased the other's movements and positioned himself at the boy's entrance and spread the boy's legs. He so adored the gasp that followed after he teased the head of his cock against the hot flesh.

Giving a soft peck to Suzaku's lips, he murmured against them, "You've done well tonight, Love. It's about time I presented you with your prize for being such a good little boy."

Upon the last word, he slowly pushed through the tight ring of muscle, causing Suzaku to scream at the sudden intrusion. Tears brimmed at the corner of his eyes at the pain burning through him. For the stranger, however, it was a staggering feeling; the boy's walls clenched around him as he continued to tense, unwilling for him to continue due to the initial pain. He almost felt remorse; he was in pure rapture, relishing in the boy's delicious heat while said boy was currently writhing and thrashing from the hurt he has to endure. Well, he was almost sorry. For him, the boy's discomfort was a small price to pay for such an exhilarating sensation.

Soft kisses showered Suzaku's face as the boy continued to inhale and exhale broken breaths, still suffering from the aching feeling of being filled without proper preparation. "Relax…everything will be okay if you do just that…" He pushed in deeper, drawing out more cries from Suzaku, tightening almost to a painful degree in attempt to get the other man to stop. A low groan erupted from the stranger's throat, causing Suzaku to blush from the other's reaction and his own cock harden at the little compliment. Should Suzaku have been granted sight, he would have questioned the man's mischievous expression and the devious way he eyed his sex.

What he did see, however, were stars when the man fisted his neglected member to divert his attention, and sure enough, those pained cries were soon replaced with pleasured moans. Smirking, and feeling his own cock harden from within the boy, he pulled out almost entirely and in one smooth motion, thrust balls deep into his lover, striking the prostate directly.

It was incredibly difficult not to come right then and there…for both parties.

Suzaku's back arched off the bed, mouth screaming colorful curses, all the while earth and time slipped away from him until his mind was nothing more than a blank slate that knew nothing more than this pleasure/pain. He knew he was being loud. Mortifyingly so. But hey, he knew he would be screaming his voice hoarse sometime tonight. And all the while, the stranger never stopped thrusting back into that wonderfully tight heat, finding himself unable to last much longer.

The mattress beneath them groaned and creaked at the weight of the two males as the tempo of their thrusts increased.

He wasn't too sure how he ended up that way—on the verge of Nirvana, screaming, moaning, gasping, and hissing as a complete stranger fucked him raw on his creaky mattress. It was strange, wasn't it? That he seemed lucid, but not quite so to behave normally. It was also strange that this feeling, so strange and foreign to him, held the slightest traces of familiarity. He vaguely recalled slipping into darkness as he came so hard that he saw white and thought nothing more of the matter.

Soon afterwards, his companion growled deeply before emptying himself into Suzaku, seeming shaken from the intensity of his orgasm.

"Suzaku…"

He wasn't sure how any of this started, but he did know something:

An elegant hand brushed back messy locks from his flushed face, fingertips tracing his cheeks, lips, and eyes. Pale lips caressed each eyelid softly, lovingly. Had Suzaku been granted the strength to open his eyes, his gaze would have held another's. One whose eyes held adoration, melancholy, and one unreadable emotion, too complex, too translucent to identify.

That stranger whispered something in his ear, subsequent to their intimate activity, prior to when he knew nothing more. It was a soft proclamation; a chilling truth.

It was a promise, and the words would soon be lost in Suzaku's subconscious, as most dreams were wont to be. As most dreams were meant to be.

Still, he whispered those saccharine, poisoned words, from his heart and from his soul, to the near-slumbering boy.

"I shall capture thy lips,

So long thy breath continues to flow

I shall capture thy purity,

So long as white can be tainted to black

I shall capture thy being

So long as thou remain on this earth

I shall capture thy heart,

So long as thy blood courses

I shall capture thy sight,

Until I am all thou see

I shall capture thy voice,

Until my name is all thou shall sing

I shall capture thy soul,

Until my own fades to shadows

I shall capture thy mind,

Until thou shall dream with me

Forever."

But the words were not lost. They were simply put aside, much like a forgotten box placed in a far corner of a closet, intended to be retrieved, so long as one remembers its existence. The conscious world is curious; it's all about gathering information and living with restrictions. The unconscious world is far stranger. It's living the impossible, or as much as the imagination allows; an illusion, but perhaps that's why there are little limitations. It's also like being trapped in that closet; searching through the forgotten boxes and finding so many things that you wished you would have both stayed lost and lucky to have found.

It's rather unfortunate that whatever you might've uncovered has little chance of staying with you when the sun rises.

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When Suzaku awoke to the sun's rays, both too bright and unwelcome, he groaned in protest. Blinking away the sleep and shifting underneath his blanket, he again groaned, this time in disbelief. But there it was: the evidence; sticky and all over the bed. His head fell back into his pillow, too exhausted to do anything at the moment.

His screeching alarm clock, however, forced him to do otherwise.

Like so many times before, he merely discarded the sheets among a growing pile of dirty laundry as he took a shower, scrubbing whatever 'evidence' there was left on him. He frowned, examining his skin. Unmarred. Not like he expected anything less or anything more. It was just a dream, just as he told himself the previous night, and the night before that, and nights before that.

It had almost become a ritual of sorts. This strange routine that occurred each day since those strange dreams began. There were no visual details to remember; it was all touch and hear; sensation and sound. Still, it ate away at him and followed him like a plague, each wandering thought bringing him back to those moments of sinful bliss.

Suzaku collapses against the wall, mouth open, panting, as the water fell noisily against the tiles to muffle any stray noises. He prays that the steam is enough to conceal the latest part of his morning routine. Not only from others (living in a dorm, you can't expect to have much privacy), but to save himself the mortification of at least seeing himself jacking off to relieve what his good friend Rivalz calls, "sexual frustration". He almost bashed his 'good friend' in the face upon that statement after he had confessed of his rather embarrassing predicament. He was seventeen for god's sake. It wasn't that unnatural to have never experienced this sort of thing, right?

Of course, he left out the part that he was with a man in his dreams, and that he was the one that got pounded into the bed each and every time (and loved it).

He felt rather odd, seeing that he never really had much experience in those matters, considering he had only kissed girls (none of which that he held any real interest in), and neither had he found men attractive.

...

Alright, so that's a lie.

He closed his eyes; images flickered, some too embarrassing for him to even think out loud.

'Big whoop! It's one guy...'

He inhaled sharply through his nose, tilting his head back as he climaxed. It wasn't nearly as powerful as the ones in his dreams. He knew the reason for that. Maybe he was masochistic, but the reason was probably because in his dreams, he was fucked so hard that the sensation of being filled now brought him off faster and better. But, right now, there was no time for that.

The shower rinsed off any remaining residue on his skin. Mechanically, he toweled himself dry and retreated back to his dorm to prepare for his classes. His mind was elsewhere, even as people hustled and bustled around him, either barely waking up or rushing off to class.

Whatever desire that overtook him each night, he was usually alright during the day. However, that burning sensation—that hunger inside him…it wasn't easy to overcome. Suzaku bit his lip. Knowing that the dreams were intensifying made him worry a little. He was become sleep depraved, and god knows what that'll do to his grades. And when worse comes to worse about his little 'problem', he would skip studying altogether, simply to get a night's worth of passion and release. Suzaku sighed as he shut the door to his dorm and rested his head on the sturdy wood behind him. Whoever this mystery person is in his dreams, he sure was eating up his time and his grades.

It was like having a boyfriend.

And he didn't even know his name or what he looked like.

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Amethyst eyes lazily glanced at one face to the next, finding each arriving student just as uninteresting as the next that piled into the classroom. His eyes flickered to the wall clock, finding that today's session would begin momentarily upon a few more seconds of the clock's ticks. Each student seated before him, some with eager eyes (and they were not eager to learn, mind you), others with sleepy, inattentive eyes, and some with eyes that seemed to dread today's test. And yet, the eyes that he had spent this morning waiting for were absent. It was a shame really. Those alluring green eyes always seemed to make the day more interesting.

He smirked to himself, finding the irony of it. Being a night person, he was, however, fortunate to find someone who could make day something to look forward to. That is, if that certain person actually showed up for class.

The bell's shrill ring sounded through the school, marking the beginning of another school day. He gave the boy another minute or two, but he knew he couldn't stall for long. He sighed as the door remained unopened and no mop of messy brown curls peeked through the doorway.

'Ah, well, I guess it can't be helped if he's absent…', he thought. 'Maybe I shouldn't be so rough next time…'

"Welcome class, for today—"

The classroom door flew open, and in came a very tardy and very ill-prepared Suzaku. He stumbled into class, causing some of his classmates to laugh openly at his ill-fated luck.

He fought back a smile. "Mr. Kururugi, you're late…Again."

"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Lamperouge…you see, I overslept, a-and I tripped over Arthur, and well— ", he babbled on, until his teacher motioned for him to stop talking.

"Please, Mr. Kururugi, take a seat." He pointed to the desk in direct view of his own. He watched the boy gulp with uncertainty as he sat down, clearly nervous. He had to stop himself from licking his lips. He really did find the boy utterly delicious.

All eyes were on them now, half the students eager to see what punishment befitted the occassion (the boys), the other half just awaiting to hear their teacher's swoon-worthy voice (the girls).

"Now, let's make a deal here. I'll let this one tardy slide…" several complaints rose from the other students as well as hope from Suzaku, but unfortunately for the young student, his hopes were dashed upon the completion of the terms of their bargain. Lelouch grinned. "But, if you are to fail today's test, you'll be spending detention… with me. I'll be the judge as to when you've learned your lesson. No excuses." He just loved the way his face burned red at that moment. Again, much teasing from his peers began, as well as many girls whining upon his 'lucky break' as well as many asking, 'is that even a punishment?'

"Do we have an understanding?" His grin widened a fraction at the slow nod Suzaku replied with. "Good…"

Suzaku was blushing again…

Lelouch= 1

Suzaku= 0

He smirked as he passed out the test. With a shaky hand, Suzaku took the papers and passed it back. The confusion evident on the boy's face already sealed his fate. After all, Lelouch made it clearly impossible for the boy to study at all that night.

Amethyst eyes glowed wickedly.

'Good luck, Love. You'll need it.'

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Great…just fucking great…

He looked over the test once more, finding each question more impossible than the last. He inwardly wallowed in misery. He can't go to detention. Not with him. He glanced up from his paper, and immediately locked eyes with his teacher. They held each other's gaze for a moment before Suzaku looked back to his own unmarked and unanswered test with despair. Even his teacher's eyes seemed to mock him silently.

'Oh god, he's going to think I'm a total dumbass…'

Though, that should be the least of his worries. After all, he's going to have to spend the next few god-knows-how-many-days with his least favorite and favorite teacher.

Least favorite, because he's the strictest, harshest, and definitely one of the scariest teachers on campus.

Favorite, because he's pretty hot.

...

Okay, really, really hot.

Just great, isn't it?

A/N: And so, Suzaku's screwed. :O Well, like I said, I am extremely sorry for lack of updates, but the thing is…I've got a lot on my plate. No more making promises that I can't keep, so I'll be honest: I have no idea exactly when I will update. For both this story and Agglomeration. But this promise I can keep: I have not given up on Agglomeration, and won't (I'm just in dire need of inspiration right now…) and for this story…I don't know how far I'll go. So far, I only have a vague idea of where I'm going with this…that may be bad, but hey…when sudden inspiration hits, I really can't just ignore it…

Lemon was bad, huh? Well, that's to be expected. This was only my second one ;-; I'll…work on it D:

Yes, okay…the chapter's name was from Beyoncé's song. It's good. I love it.

And the poem…well, I got it based off Mabinogi XD If you've fought a certain boss in a castle, then you know who sings something similar to this~ I didn't completely steal it. Just…the idea of it :x (I didn't really want to take the poem directly, so yeah…)

This is the original poem, if any of you wanted to know:

"If my eyes fail me, I will still be able to see thee.

If my ears fail me, I will still be able to hear thee.

Even without the legs, I will walk to thee.

Even without the lips, I will sing thy name.

Even with my arms broken to pieces, I will hold on to thee with my warming beating heart.

Even if my heart fails me, my brain will sing thy name.

Even if my brain fails me,

then I may,

Embrace thee with my blood."

If this poem is copyrighted, then this belongs to Mabinogi. NOT ME. If it's not copyrighted…then it's still not mine…

Okay, so if any of you guys think this is a bad plot, too common or overdone, what with the whole teacher/student relationship, I'd like you all to tell me NICELY. Maybe a few pointers to help it become more original? I honestly just want an opinion on this…should I continue, or should I just keep working on Agglomeration; whatever comes to mind.

No beta, so please remember that…

Well, hope you all enjoyed this first chapter.

Plus…any of you guys watched Kuroshitsuji II? It's AWESOME. (Alois scares me, but hey, I'm just happy certain people are back :D) Plus…oh god chapter 47 of the manga…I was sooo happy these past few days…