"Are you sure about this?"

"No. Not really." Lelouch stared at the green bottle. "Do we really need to…"

"Of course not." Suzaku smiled, lacing his fingers through Lelouch's. "If you want, we can just do it normally and go to sleep."

…like they had the last three weeks Lelouch had chickened out. Which was doubly stupid because this had been his idea to help him keep up with Suzaku's inhuman stamina. Suzaku had even laughed when Lelouch had suggested it and kissed Lelouch and told him he was fine. Which had, in turn, made Lelouch go out and buy this the very next day.

He wasn't satisfied with being 'fine'.

Since then, though, he'd been a little reluctant. It wasn't that he didn't want to; he did… it was that he wasn't sure exactly what would happen. What if, like alcohol, this lowered his inhibitions? Enough for him to let something slip about the Black Knights or Zero? It wasn't Suzaku Lelouch didn't trust. It was himself.

But there had been no hiding the way Suzaku's eyes lit up when they saw the small green bottle clearly labelled 'Miracle Aphrodisiac, for internal use only'. According to the directions, there was enough for six doses at eight hours each. Lelouch wasn't even sure Suzaku needed any, but Suzaku had insisted on doing this together 'like everything else we do'. It had been kind of sweet.

All Lelouch had to do was grow a pair and get on with it.

He'd even come to Suzaku's work, waiting outside the hanger because he wasn't allowed in due to no security clearance. He wasn't sure how polite the guards would have been had they known either that he was Zero or that he was carrying a slightly illegal mind-altering substance he intended to use on their ace pilot.

He didn't check.

They were walking back now, a little closer than friends, but not so close that they'd get in trouble. Suzaku looked excited and happy, but he always looked that way around Lelouch. It might have just been Lelouch's imagination that he seemed a little more excited when he noticed the bottle. Or not. Dammit.

Lelouch stopped in his tracks, pulled out the bottle stopper and took a swig.

It took Suzaku a long moment to react. "Lelouch, did you just…"

"Yeah. Yes." No going back now. Lelouch handed Suzaku the bottle.

Suzaku took it and, nope, Lelouch hadn't been imagining the extra brightness in his eyes, the way his smile was slightly wider. He took a deep draft and sealed the bottle back up. "Um. Now what?"

Lelouch wasn't feeling anything. "We go home and screw like bunnies?"

That made Suzaku laugh and Lelouch felt certain, finally, that he'd made the right choice. "Sounds great." He took Lelouch's hand again and they made their way to the Ashford campus. Lelouch shivered and pressed closer to Suzaku as a sensation like cold fingers worked its way up and down his spine. Suzaku released his hand and draped an arm around him. "You cold?"

"Kinda." God, he smelled good. "You?"

"Nah, I'm… I'm actually a little overheated."

"Exercise nut."

"And you're too skinny."

It wasn't their usual teasing banter, though. There was something there, underneath… "Suzaku…" Lelouch looked up and was captivated by Suzaku's lips. "Oh, Suzaku…"

Suzaku looked at him, then quickly looked away. "We're almost there, Lelouch, don't…"

His lips kept moving. Lelouch wanted them to stop. He wanted them. He leaned in, ignoring Suzaku's soft 'oh crap', and captured the lower one lightly between his teeth.

The next thing he knew, he was being pressed into a wall and Suzaku was grinding against him, hot and desperate, and Lelouch could barely breathe he was kissing and being kissed so hard. He groaned in sheer relief and spread his legs for Suzaku to fit between them. He was already hard and Suzaku… oh, Suzaku was too, Lelouch could feel it. "Suzaku…"

"Shit." Suzaku captured Lelouch's lips again, grinding hard as Lelouch's leg lopped over his hip. "This was such a mistake."

"Stop talking," Lelouch gasped out. "Use your mouth for more impor-hmph." He felt hot all over, and Suzaku tasted so good, and oh god, they were doing this against the equestrian hut, anyone could just walk by and. "Ahh!"

Suzaku groaned and shuddered and stilled against Lelouch and they just breathed together for a long moment until Lelouch was finally able to raise his head.

"…did we just…"

"Yup."

"…in our pants?"

"Yeah."

"Outside?"

"Looks like."

"Huh." Lelouch smiled. He couldn't help it. "It was good."

Suzaku laughed and kissed him. "It was. You were. Are. God, Lelouch…" He kissed Lelouch again and, for the first time, Lelouch could feel a renewed arousal chasing away the lethargy of the usual post-coital bliss.

Is this what Suzaku felt all the time? This insistent, unending desire. For a moment, even while kissing Suzaku, Lelouch wasn't sure he liked it, wanted the usual fatigue of the afterglow. But then Suzaku shifted just a little, just enough and Lelouch groaned and…

"Oh. Yeah…" Suzaku laughed against Lelouch's neck as if they weren't uncomfortably sticky and gross from losing it in public. "Lelouch, I…"

There was no way they'd make it back to the house, and Lelouch wanted Suzaku. Now. And not some clumsy groping and messy kissing either. "The bathroom…"

It was fifteen paces away and through two doors and they still barely made it. Lelouch couldn't remember if the equestrian team had practice today or not. Was it Tuesday or Friday? Suzaku's hands fumbling his pants open very neatly distracted Lelouch from that (possibly important) question. "Fuck, Suzaku…" He groped around in his bag, taking out the small satchel that had contained the aphrodisiac and fishing out some lube and a condom. "I want to fuck you."

"Fine, yeah, that's…" Suzaku paused. "You were carrying that stuff around?"

"I made up a kit, just in case…"

"Just in case what?"

"Just in case this!" This wasn't getting them anywhere. "God, just bend over the sink already."

Suzaku laughed and kissed Lelouch, hard. "This is different. I like it." Lelouch growled into Suzaku's mouth, aching. If Suzaku didn't move in the next ten seconds, Lelouch was about to… well do something. Whine perhaps.

Fortunately, it never came to that. One last kiss and Suzaku was stumbling back, his pants around his knees, twisting around to brace himself against the sink, his ass sticking out like a signed invitation, his eyes fixed on Lelouch's face.

"C'mon, Lelouch…"

At least he sounded just as impatient as Lelouch felt. Lelouch fit himself behind Suzaku, his cock rubbing against Suzaku's ass, his fingers, now slick with lube, sliding between his cheeks. "How can I be this desperate? I just came."

Suzaku laughed again, and Lelouch was beginning to suspect that it was at him, not with him. "You got the good stuff, clearly." Lelouch shut him up with a kiss, forcing Suzaku's neck to bend at an awkward angle, and the quick, smooth thrust of one, then two fingers up and into Suzaku.

"God," Suzaku gasped out, already moving against and around Lelouch's fingers. "Yeah, Lelouch, just like that." He bent forward still, spreading his legs wider. "I can take more…"

This was less like foreplay and more like the minimal necessary prep. Lelouch felt out of control, pressing a third finger in and drizzling the lube over his erection as he fucked Suzaku with his fingers. "I… I can't wait much longer."

Suzaku's groan sounded animalistic. "Then do it, Lelouch. Do it now, hard, fas–" His breath caught audibly in his throat as Lelouch yanked out his fingers (faster than he meant to, sorry Suzaku) and replaced them with his cock.

"You okay?" Just being inside Suzaku was nearly enough to make Lelouch come. He tried to steady his breathing as he listened for Suzaku's answer.

"Y-yeah… I'm good." Suzaku moved, shifting around Lelouch as if trying to make him fit better. "You feel bigger than usual."

"You're still really tight," Lelouch corrected, "Can I…"

"Yes."

After that it was easy. Lelouch fell into the rhythm of fucking, the slapping sound of each thrust ringing in his ears like echoing lewd applause. Suzaku cried out, Lelouch's name, words like 'harder' and 'faster' and 'ohgodrightthere', only getting louder when Lelouch finally managed to get enough coordination together to reach around and jerk him off.

Suzaku came first, but Lelouch wasn't much behind him, and just as loud. He fell forward, feeling a rush of victory along with the rush of orgasm. His head had cleared and he had some control back.

Not muscle control, though, proven by the way he sprawled against Suzaku's back.

"You cut me off, Frederich!"

"You were hogging the middle lane throughout the entire stretch. What was I supposed to do?"

Lelouch froze. Apparently, it was Friday.

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The muffled sounds of the equestrian team's conversation as they changed out of their uniforms didn't quite drown out the slick, wet sound of Lelouch sliding out of Suzaku, and definitely didn't cover Suzaku's stifled moan.

"Um…"

"Maybe we can wait them out?" Suzaku suggested.

"You're half naked, I'm wearing a condom, and anyone could walk in here at any time!" Lelouch's mind was racing.

Suzaku immediately bent down to pull up his pants, as if that fixed everything. He was grinning, the brat. "If they do, I'm letting you do the talking."

"Oh no, you're not just…" Lelouch rolled the condom off, tying it before tossing it away. His flaccid penis didn't seem happy with the arrangement as he stuffed it back in his pants. "God, Suzaku you… it's everywhere!"

Rather than ashamed, Suzaku looked rather pleased at that. "Yeah. You were going pretty strong and I think I'm gonna have bruises and aiming was not a priority." He grabbed a handful of paper towels. "I'll clean up, you pack up, and we'll see if we can make it to your place this time."

Lelouch's cock, an eternal traitor, half-heartedly jumped at that. Lelouch glared at it – that should be biologically impossible.

While the glare didn't calm him down, his next thought did. "Nunnally's home."

"What?" Suzaku yelled, loud enough that they both froze, listening for any sign he'd been overheard. "…what?" he repeated, quieter, when it seemed like he hadn't. "How the hell are we going to face her like… this?"

"I don't know!" Lelouch answered miserably. "She had plans for this evening, but they're not for another hour or so…" He fished out his phone while putting away the lube and condoms. Nunnally picked up on the second ring.

"Hello?"

"Nunnally? H-how are you?"

"Fine!" Nunnally sounded happy, and Lelouch relaxed enough at that to realize he was half-hard. Fuck. "I was just about to call you. I'm at Sandra's house now, we're ordering pizza before the movie and it didn't make much sense to come home since you were picking up Suzaku-san."

Picking up… heh. No, bad libido. "That's… very reasonable. And responsible of you to call. Have a good time."

"You too! I'll see you tomorrow. Say 'hi' to Suzaku-san for me."

"Will do." Lelouch turned to Suzaku, who was staring at him. "Ah, Nunnally's at a friend's. She says 'hi'."

"Uh-huh…" Suzaku licked his lips. "I know I shouldn't, but I kinda want to go again, Lelouch."

Lelouch groaned and palmed the front of his pants. His still sticky pants. This was the stupidest thing that he'd ever done, by far. "We're not going to survive tonight."

"Don't be overdramatic," Suzaku said, looking at Lelouch with unfairly soft and affectionate eyes, and there was no way Lelouch could say 'no' to that.

"Fine." Suzaku beamed at him, and Lelouch's heart leapt at that as much as his cock did. "Just… something non-abrasive."

Suzaku was already nodding, kneeling down in front of Lelouch. "I'll suck you."

"Nng…" The pressure of Suzaku's hand as he undid Lelouch's pants was nearly enough itself. "No, I want…" Suzaku looked up at him and Lelouch swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. "Sixty-nine?"

That got him another brilliant smile as Suzaku sat back on the cold bathroom floor and took out his cock.

Normally, Lelouch would have been running through scenarios, evaluating the risks of getting caught, possible preventative strategies. But all he could think, from the moment Suzaku lay back to the moment Lelouch settled beside him, breathing against his pelvis and feeling Suzaku breathe against his, was that Suzaku's cock looked really nice.

It tasted good too, and felt nice, hot and heavy against his tongue. Suzaku's mouth was wet and soothing and the suction was perfect… Lelouch moaned and both heard and felt an echoing moan from Suzaku. He sucked harder, feeling himself getting close and…

"Hmgph…"

"Mphgn…"

Clearly, they were both in agreement. Rather than the usual mouthful, however, Lelouch easily swallowed around what must have been barely a teaspoon of ejaculate. Odd.

Suzaku laughed against the skin on his thigh. "I never thought I'd get you in a public bathroom and now… twice…"

"Oh, shut up, Suzaku." Lelouch tempered his cutting words with a kiss to Suzaku's softened cock. That had been quite nice.

It was Suzaku who sat up first, eyeing the stalls. "Uh, before we go, can I…"

It took Lelouch less than a moment to realize what Suzaku meant. Penetrative anal sex occasionally had some rather embarrassing reflexes associated with it. "Ugh, fine. Just… hurry up, I don't want to have to anything in a bathroom again."

Suzaku nodded and ducked into a stall. Lelouch did up his pants and fished out his cell phone, looking for something to distract him from Suzaku… going.

And that was when the door to the bathroom opened.

Lelouch knew he was staring, but maybe that was okay because the guy who walked in (Sam, Sean, Saul… something like that) was staring right back. "Uh… Vice President?"

There were times when being a minor celebrity really sucked. "Ah, Sean." (Junior, 3.1 GPA, equestrian team, cooking club, Lelouch's memory supplied.) "Hello?" That hadn't really been meant as a question.

Suzaku, thankfully, was silent in his stall.

"You know my name…" Sean looked charmed. Lelouch winced. "Um, were you… did you want to ride?"

And Lelouch's cock immediately interpreted that as a non-horse-related question. At least Lelouch hoped it did. "N-not really," Lelouch said, bringing his bag casually around his front. "I was just… using the facilities."

Sean frowned. "Ah, we… thought we heard voices?"

Lelouch brandished his phone. "I was talking with Nunnally."

"Oh, of course." Clearly, it was completely reasonable for Lelouch to call his sister from the men's room. Maybe his reputation as an obsessed older brother was good for something. "Well, if you did want to go riding, the offer's always open."

Lelouch grimaced. The last thing he wanted was to be approachable. "That won't be necessary. Thank you." He swept past Sean in a haughty exit, striding past the other team members as he left the building.

His bag was still in front of him, hiding his persistent erection and the subtle semen stains that had started to dry on the front of his pants.

He spared a moment's thought for Suzaku, still trapped back there, then hurried, as dignified as he could, home. Suzaku would follow when it was clear, and he needed…

The moment the door was closed behind him, he dropped his pants, palming himself. Between the three orgasms and Suzaku's saliva, his cock was slick enough that just his hand was all he needed to bring himself to full hardness. He dumped his bag on the couch, groaning as he worked himself, leaning against the wall and closing his eyes tightly. The effects of the aphrodisiac had to lessen at some point…

The bottle had said eight hours. Lelouch checked the hall clock and whimpered as the thought of nearly seven more hours of this insane torture pushed him over the edge.

He was going to die. Of sex. Somehow.

He was already showing signs – as he'd half-expected, despite the stomach-wrenching, toe-curling, desperately needed release of orgasm, there was barely anything on his hands at all. He was running out. He hadn't even known that was possible; certainly it had never been discussed in any health or biology class.

"Ah. You're home."

Lelouch froze, cock still in hand. She was supposed to be with the Black Knights…

"Tamaki was being more boorish than usual," C.C. continued, "and Kallen's not coming until tomorrow, so I thought…"

"No!" Lelouch interrupted. "No thinking! No being here. Why are you here?"

C.C. cocked her head. "I told you. Tamaki is intolerable."

It was like she didn't even notice his pants around his ankles, his flushed face, his overall disarray. "Well, that's too bad! Suzaku's coming over and you have to go somewhere else!"

"I'll just hide in your room."

Lelouch nearly growled with frustration. "That's where we're headed!"

"I see." C.C. smirked, turning around. "Then I'll hole up in Nunnally's. You won't even know I'm here."

But he would. He always did, and he was pretty sure he'd be unable to keep quiet when the aphrodisiac kicked in again.

He mulled those thoughts, and others, around as he licked his hand clean. When Suzaku got here…

He'd barely formulated a plan of action and pulled up his pants when Suzaku rushed in, slightly breathless. "Sorry, the equestrian team just left, and I didn't want to get caught…"

Lelouch grinned and pressed Suzaku against the door, kissing him soundly as he locked it behind them.

Suzaku groaned into Lelouch's mouth. "Mmm, so good…" He grabbed Lelouch and pressed him closer. "I had to jerk off in the bathroom before leaving, but this is so much better. You're so…"

"You too," Lelouch gasped against Suzaku's skin, already feeling a renewed arousal stirring. "Shit we need to…" Suzaku's hands slipped lower. "Gnn… shower…"

"Good idea." Suzaku didn't let Lelouch go as they stumbled for the shower, but that was fine because it wasn't as if Lelouch was letting go either. They nearly fell a few times, but there was a benefit to having a boyfriend with freakishly fast reflexes. A few benefits, actually, if Lelouch was being honest.

Suzaku turned the tap on as Lelouch kicked off his pants, then grabbed Lelouch's thighs as Lelouch struggled out of his shirt and jacket, pressing his mouth against any part of Lelouch's body within reach. "Let's have a bath instead."

"There's no chance I'm stewing in this filth," Lelouch protested. "Get up and strip and… hnng, Suzaku, don't…" Suzaku held Lelouch's buttocks apart, his tongue pressing between them. Lelouch grabbed the sink's edge to keep his balance as his knees weakened. "Just wait the thirty seconds until we're in the shower, idiot."

Suzaku nipped and sucked. "Don' wanna." His tongue darted out again, and Lelouch was barely able to bat his hands and face away.

"Strip, dammit!" Lelouch crossed his arms in front of himself, in a clear defensive position, as he glared at Suzaku.

Shamelessly, Suzaku licked his lips and stripped, his eyes fixed on Lelouch the whole time. Lelouch reached around him, turning on the spray, kissing Suzaku's shoulder on the way back. Suzaku growled and grabbed him (as anticipated) and pulled him into the shower.

The counter-point of Suzaku's hands and the warm spray of the shower against his back would have lulled Lelouch into a relaxed state of goo, had it not been for the renewed and once-again insistent erection nagging at him. "Suzaku…"

"Can I fuck you?"

That sounded like the best idea ever, but Lelouch shook his head, reluctantly. "No condoms." Suzaku nodded immediately, as the one who'd insisted upon that rule in the first place. "Just…" He wrapped his hand around their cocks. "After. Bed. God…"

"Good plan," Suzaku said appreciatively, his own hand joining Lelouch's. "You're always so… damn… smart…" His hand slowed down, forcing Lelouch to decrease the pace as well. Lelouch whined softly, moving his hips to get more friction. This was a game that he loved initiating, but hated when Suzaku started.

"Suzaku, dammit, just make us come. We'll be good to go again in minutes," Lelouch said in exasperation, not wanting to drag this out.

Suzaku chuckled as he tasted the water off Lelouch's throat. "No, I want to play." He nipped at the skin, turning it a light red. "Don't you?"

…he had a point. Up to now, they'd merely been reacting, basically just trying to get off. It felt good, sure, but it wasn't as much fun as it usually was.

Part of that might have been the anxiety of being caught. Lelouch refused to think of C.C.

"Hmm, but Suzaku…" Suzaku looked up and Lelouch kissed him. "I want to finish the shower and go to bed." He kissed him again. "With you." With Suzaku thus distracted, he twisted his hand and tightened his grip just enough and they both came together, groaning and panting into each other's mouths.

Lelouch debated between collapsing against Suzaku or trying to remain on his own feet. It was hard, but he managed to keep upright of his own power. It gave his pride a well-needed boost.

Suzaku was doing slightly better, his lips trailing lightly over Lelouch's jaw and throat as he lathered up his hands and started soaping any part of Lelouch he could reach. Lelouch sighed happily and melted into his touch.

"Hair?"

"No point," Lelouch said. "We're going to need another shower in a few hours."

Suzaku nodded, planting a kiss on Lelouch's head. "What next?"

"Hmm? Oh, bed, remember."

Suzaku smiled. "I'm looking forward to it."

Lelouch grinned. He was too – given how little he and Suzaku were ejaculating, they could finally fuck in bed without having to sleep on those inevitable disgusting wet spots.

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They didn't quite manage to dry completely off before hitting the mattress, Lelouch's hand slipping on Suzaku's still wet shoulder, Suzaku's foot tracing a watery streak down the side of Lelouch's calf. But it was good enough and there was enough friction that by the time they got under the covers they were dry enough.

The pleasant sensation of shower-softened skin rubbing and sliding together remained, as sensual as the kissed Suzaku pressed against Lelouch's clavicle as he lay between his legs.

"Lube?"

"Top drawer. Condoms too." Lelouch shifted, making himself comfortable as Suzaku got the supplies out and settled back. "You're going to take your time, aren't you?"

"Oh yeah." Suzaku grinned, nudging Lelouch's legs just a little further apart as he opened the lube.

Lelouch startled. "Don't use too much!" The no-wetspot-plan had to be preserved. Suzaku shot him a weird look.

"That's the first time you've said anything like that."

"Well, just… don't." Lelouch was suddenly a bit embarrassed over his brilliant plan. Suzaku might think it silly. "But that doesn't mean you have to stop."

Suzaku, amiable as ever, just shrugged that off and pressed one lubricated finger, then two into Lelouch. "You good?"

"Fine." Lelouch felt Suzaku's fingers start to move, thrusting and stretching and probing. He breathed out and relaxed, easing into the familiar feel of Suzaku inside him, finally letting the last of the tension from his hips out and feeling his bent knees rest on the bed.

Suzaku's fingers sound his prostate quickly and easily (it hadn't moved, after all) and gently brushed and pressed against it, not enough to feel anything but pleasantly good. "Hmm…"

"God, I bet I could make you purr like this," Suzaku said, grinning. "I think you like it better than my cock."

"Don't use dirty words," Lelouch retorted, unable to sound properly indigent when he felt all melty. "'snot my fault you're good at this."

Suzaku laughed. "Well. It kind of is." He leaned forward, pressing gentle kisses on Lelouch's lips and face. "It's not like I do this with anyone else."

"Damn straight," Lelouch said, twisting his head to try to capture Suzaku's lips. It was only when Suzaku's laughter puffed against his cheek that he realized he must look like a kitten chasing a ball of string. "You suck."

"Could do. You stopped me in the bathroom, but…" Suzaku kissed his way down Lelouch's body, reaching his erection quickly enough that Lelouch didn't even have the chance to retort before Suzaku licked him from base to tip and carefully swallowed around the head.

"Gnah!" Lelouch nearly arched off the bed. Suzaku's fingers were still inside him, idly caressing in an almost soothing pattern. "Su-Suzaku, just…" Suzaku pulled off, delicately lapping at the very tip before taking Lelouch in deeper. "God, don't make me come, please don't make me come, not until you're inside me, please…"

Suzaku released him and stared for a long moment. Lelouch realized what he'd said and flushed. He never begged. He looked away, ashamed.

The sound of Suzaku opening the condom wrapper, followed by pressure against his ass, brought his attention back. "Suzaku…"

"Lelouch, you're so… I really can't resist you, ya know?"

"It's not my fault, it… the aphrodisiac…"

Suzaku smiled, and it was bright and beautiful and happy. "Sure, Lelouch." One hand brushed against Lelouch's cheek as the other hooked under his knee. "Whatever you say." And Suzaku started pushing in.

Lelouch arched and gasped and groaned and clutched and thankfully didn't say anything else embarrassing as Suzaku kissed him, gently so that it didn't distract from the delightful pressure/pain/heat of his cock stretching Lelouch as it moved inside him. Lelouch loved this part, the point where he felt most sensitive and could imagine he could distinguish every single ridge and vein and pore, even through the condom Suzaku always wore. Suzaku took his time with this, filling Lelouch until he couldn't press in any more, then started a steady and controlled rhythm.

It was over far too soon, Lelouch's orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave, Suzaku's deeply satisfied groan following only seconds later. Lelouch's arms were open and ready as Suzaku collapsed against him, spent. They kissed and Lelouch couldn't help thinking that this was, by far, the best one yet.

And they still had six hours to go.