Well, here it is, my first *published* Code Geass fanfic! I'd like to point out that I don't normally read M-Preg fics, mainly because they normally involve aliens or some weird genetic defect that somehow makes the uke some form of hermaphrodite. But worry not, for this will not be one of *those* stories.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this one. For those of you that I correspond with frequently, you may recognize a few inside jokes in here, but nothing that will completely distract from the story (I hope.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Code Geass. If I did, Lulu and Suzu would be canon.

Unexpected

Chapter 1: Illness

Bright sunlight shone in through a crack in the curtains, falling upon the pale face of Lelouch Lamperouge. The teen stirred, burying his face further into the tanned chest of the boy he had fallen asleep against. He tightened his arms around the other boy's neck, snuggling as close as possible and hoping to fall asleep again before the insufferable morning-person personality of his companion awoke for the day. I swear, if he makes me get up at dawn on a Saturday again, I'll kill him. Lelouch thought bitterly, trying to concentrate on the even breathing of his partner and hoping to match it soon enough. But at least he stopped asking if I wanted to work out with him when he gets up at this ungodly hour.

The Britannian stopped all movement when he heard a break in the other boy's breathing. One purple eye opened, trying to get a glimpse of that beautiful sleeping face as it awoke, only to discover that the disturbance was only a soft moan and a snore. He almost laughed, watching his lifelong friend slumber. He's such an idiot, he thought, watching as one tanned arm rose up, scratched the face it belonged to, and lowered again, back to its designated place around Lelouch's trim waist. But damn is he cute.

Lelouch tried futilely for a short while to fall back into his dreams, but when it became clear that this was not going to happen, he adjusted himself and settled in to watch his lover sleep instead. How had it happened? How had he gotten so lucky as to fall in love with someone like him? The knight was the epitome of goodness and honor, while he… Lelouch sighed softly, remembering all of the horrible things he'd done. Thanks to him, Suzaku had nearly been killed for Clovis's murder. Because of him, Euphy, the person that was probably meant to be Suzaku's true love, was dead. Because of him… Because of him Suzaku was Knight of Seven! Because of him Suzaku wasn't picked on every day at school! Because of him Suzaku was in good favor with the emperor. Because of him Suzaku had something to fight for! If Lelouch hadn't created Zero, Suzaku would still be a lowly foot soldier for the Britannian forces!

Anger seethed inside of him as he thought of how he had to keep this hidden. Suzaku knew that Lelouch had been Zero. Yet the Japanese boy didn't know that Lelouch knew that. As far as Suzaku knew, Lelouch was still blissfully unaware of all of his sins, all of the people he'd killed and all of the lives he'd ruined. He thought Lelouch had no idea where C.C. was, or even who she was. Suzaku thought Lelouch was still convinced Rolo was his true brother, and that he had never had a sister at all. The thought of all of the secrets he had to keep from the man he was so involved with made him want to vomit.

Lelouch's stomach gave a violent wrench, and Lelouch immediately broke himself free of Suzaku's gentle, sleeping embrace. Why did he have to sleep on the bed against the wall and furthest from the bathroom? He clambered over his lover and ran to the bathroom, throwing up immediately in the sink. He coughed as the bile freed itself from his mouth, gagging and wishing there were some way to get the taste out of his mouth. Once his stomach had settled, he gazed at his reflection in the mirror, his face was no paler than normal, his hair was messy from sleep, his eyes still had a glaze of sleep about them, and his lips were flawed only by a thin line of saliva that hadn't quite made it past with the rest of his stomach contents. Grabbing a tissue from the box on the sink, he wiped away the last remnants of his vomiting, and he sighed as he grabbed his toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste from inside the mirrored medicine cabinet.

"Lulu?" came a soft, sleep-muffled call from the bedroom proper. Crap. Why'd he have to wake up now? Lelouch finished brushing his teeth, rinsed the brush and put it back on its hanger, right next to the bright blue brush that had only been there for a few weeks now, even since Lelouch had insisted Suzaku move in with the "Lamperouge" boys.

"If we're going to have such an…. Intimate relationship," Lelouch had said at the time. "Then there's really no point in you staying in the dorms, is there? I'd rather not have you rushing back there every morning to get a change of clothes before class starts."

Suzaku had been unsure at first, but eventually he agreed, and he had moved his few possessions into the club house with his lover and the fake brother. Rolo hadn't been terribly pleased, of course, but Lelouch reminded him that it was always best to keep boyfriends close and secret enemies closer.

"Lulu, are you okay?" Suzaku called again, his voice stronger this time. Lelouch quickly ran his fingers through his black hair, hoping to tame it a little. It was then that he noticed he was still naked from the night before, and he wished he'd have had the time to collect his clothes for the day, making the appearance that he had simply risen earlier than normal.

He sighed as he opened the bathroom door and smiled as he saw the same streak of light that had woken him up shining across Suzaku's face. "Is something wrong?" Lelouch asked calmly, crossing the room to the bed and climbing back onto it, straddling his lover for a moment and giving him a kiss on the lips before flopping down next to him and wrapping his arms around the other boy's neck again.

"You're up early," Suzaku commented, settling himself back and pulling the Britannian closer. "What were you doing in the bathroom? You seemed like you were in a hurry."

Lelouch blushed slightly, knowing that Suzaku would be able to tell if he were lying (at least about something as trivial as this. He never noticed the big lies). "I think I ate some bad sushi last night, actually. I woke up and my stomach was screaming."

"Really?" Suzaku's emerald eyes widened in worry, and he kissed Lelouch's pale forehead gently. "I'm sorry, Lulu! I should have known you had a sensitive stomach! Next time I'll be more careful about which restaurant we choose, okay?"

Lelouch smiled, nuzzling his face into the dip between Suzaku's collarbone and chest. "How about next time you make it for me? That way I know it's safe." He kissed Suzaku's skin gently. "How did I get so lucky to have my very own knight in shining armor? Let alone one that cooks!"

Suzaku chuckled, the sound oddly amplified in Lelouch's ears by his position on the other's chest. "If I recall, my fair maiden isn't such a bad cook, either."

Lelouch looked up at him then, amethyst and emerald meeting in an intense gaze. "'Maiden'?" Lelouch asked, puzzled. "I believe you make very short work of my virginity, Sir Knight."

A deep crimson blush spread across Suzaku's face and his arms tightened their grip around Lelouch's bare waist. "Speaking of which," Suzaku began, obviously uncomfortable. "How does your—ah… How do you feel this morning?"

Lelouch was sure that the ordinary paleness of his face made his own blush look much deeper. "Fine," he answered quickly. "It doesn't hurt as much as the first time. I think I'm…. getting used to you."

"Good," Suzaku said softly, effectively ending the conversation. Lelouch nuzzled into Suzaku again, inhaling his lover's scent and using the aroma to help drown out the last lingering trace of vomit from his senses. The two lingered in calm silence for a few moments before Suzaku began to stir.

"I should get started on my work-out," he offered as an excuse for breaking the contact between them. He reached down to the floor by the bed and came up with the pants and boxers he'd been wearing the night before, before Lelouch had so hungrily torn them off. Pulling them on over his naked form, fully aware of Lelouch watching him, he turned to face the bed and smiled as he zipped up the fly of the dark blue jeans he'd worn out to dinner.

"You know, it's weird," Suzaku continued, lying down on the floor and beginning his morning crunches.

Lelouch scooted closer to the side of the bed, peering over the mess of sheets and pillows at watch his lover exercise. "What's weird?" He asked, taking the bait he'd been offered.

"We both ate that sushi last night, didn't we? But you're the only one that got sick off of it." He stopped his crunches, flipping over to do a few push-ups, making it a little easier for him to look at Lelouch as he spoke. "Why do you think that is?"

"I'm not sure," Lelouch said, also puzzled by this fact. "Maybe it was just the one bad piece? Maybe that's why it didn't effect me until this morning, too."

Suzaku seemed to accept this excuse, much to Lelouch's relief. He didn't have the heart to tell his lover that this was actually the second day of illness the ex-prince had experienced. "So what do we want to do today?' Lelouch asked finally, watching as Suzaku flipped over once more and resumed his crunches.

"Whatever you want to do," Suzaku said between movements. "Just remember that I have to go into work at noon. I'll be gone until later tonight."

Oh. Lelouch thought, his face falling. Of course he has military duties. Why wouldn't my bastard father want to ruin my time with Suzaku, even if he didn't know he was doing it? "Are you going to be home for dinner at all? I'm sure Rolo won't mind eating late."

"Don't worry about me, Lulu. I'll just get something on my way home. You and Rolo go ahead and eat when you get hungry." He looked up from his exercises just in time to see Lelouch smile softly at him. "What?"

"You're so sweet," Lelouch said. "What do you want to eat for dinner? I could make us some chicken or something."

Suzaku stopped his crunches and gazed at his boyfriend again. "Lulu, I told you not to worry about it. I'll fend for myself."

"Well, I'm telling you that you don't have to."

"What if I want to?"

"Then you can eat something on your way home and then feel like an ass when you come in the door and see Rolo and me waiting to eat dinner with you."

"Since when does Rolo eat with us? He just takes his food to his room to avoid us being all 'mushy' and 'gay' around him."

Lelouch laughed softly. "Rolo's just protective of his onii-san, and he hates seeing me so happy with someone like you. He'd rather see me happy with a cute, curvy girl that doesn't risk her life for the empire every day of her life."

Suzaku suddenly stopped his exercise and looked at Lelouch, his eyes staring deeply into the soul hidden behind the purple orbs. "Is that what you want, Lulu?"

Lelouch nearly slapped the knight. "Of course not! I love you, Suzaku! You're the only person I ever want to be with! Even if my brother doesn't approve, I can fall in love with whoever the hell I want to! And let's face it, Suzaku, I chose you a long time ago."

"How long ago?" Suzaku asked, crawling across the floor on his hands and knees to bring his face as close to the Britannian's as possible. Is this a test? Lelouch couldn't help but wonder. I know I can't say "eight years ago" because I'm not supposed to have known him then. Even if that is the truth…

"Well, let's see, I think I first started falling for you when you saved me from falling off a roof while chasing a certain feline."

The Japanese knight smiled and laughed softly at that. "I remember that day. That was the day I first joined the student council."

"On my urging, if you want to get technical." Lelouch smiled, leaning in to plant a swift, chaste kiss on Suzaku's cheek.

"That's right." Suzaku smiled, connecting his lips to Lelouch's for a not-so-chaste kiss. "Did I ever thank you for that?"

"You did." Lelouch smirked, his arms snaking around Suzaku's chest and his forehead resting on the Japanese boy's broad shoulder. "You didn't stop thanking me until I told you to stop. And after that, you started kissing me, instead."

"I'm just glad you haven't asked me to stop doing that." Suzaku said softly, burying his face in Lelouch's soft, black hair.

"Nor do I intend to. I let you slip away for a year, Suzaku and I don't have any intention of letting that happen again."

"And what if Zero kills me? What will you do then?"

Lelouch laughed softly, lifting his head to stare into Suzaku's eyes. "I hardly think Zero is any match for you, Lord Kururugi. He's almost as skinny as I am. I was surprised you didn't snap him like a toothpick when you caught him."

"He was tougher than he looked," Suzaku said, his gaze not leaving Lelouch's. Either the Britannian was one hell of a liar or he really didn't remember anything. "He's as skinny as you are, but he's also as smart. And he's ruthless. Plus I knew that he was of no use to the Emperor dead. At least not until he could be officially executed."

Lelouch nodded once, growing tired of the conversation of his own supposed "death". "Finish your exercises, Suzaku. You'll get flabby if you don't, and I like my man fit and sexy." He trailed one long, slender finger down Suzaku's bare chest, tracing every line on the right side of his torso. Suzaku shuddered, and Lelouch smirked, knowing that he had both emphasized his point and effectively changed the subject.

~*~

"I still say it's not natural."

"I still say it's none of your business, Rolo." Lelouch snapped, purple eyes staring daggers at the smaller boy.

"He'll kill you when he finds out you have your memories back." Rolo's fingers toyed with the locket Lelouch had given him. He stared at the wall, not wanting to make direct eye contact with his "brother". Lelouch hadn't used his Geass on Rolo yet, and Rolo didn't want to be forced to accept this disgusting truth so easily. "You may claim that he loves you, but that didn't stop him last time, did it? He kissed you before leaving for battle, and then still turned you over to the emperor."

"Shut up!" Lelouch spat. "Don't pretend you know anything about this, Rolo!"

"Then maybe you shouldn't pretend to just be Lelouch Lamperouge, Britannian student. What kind of trusting relationship can spawn from lies?"

"The bond between 'brothers', obviously."

The brown-haired youth opened is mouth to snap back at the other, but he could find no words to combat Lelouch's. They were living a lie, and they both knew it. Yet they still trusted one another, didn't they? Rolo was quickly rising in the ranks of the Black Knights due to his personal connections with Zero. Lelouch still treated Rolo with respect, even though he knew the boy was only here as a substitute for his still-missing sister.

"I still don't think he's good enough," Rolo said finally, standing up from his chair suddenly, stuffing the tiny locket into the pocket of his school uniform, and striding from the room without a second glance. "Now hurry up, we're supposed to meet C.C. in an hour, Zero."

Lelouch sighed, also standing and heading back toward the room he now shared with Suzaku, the source of the argument. He shut the door as soon as he was inside the room and began to pull off his school uniform. He tossed the black jacket and white undershirt onto the neatly-made bed, and then quickly crossed the room to his closet. The right half of the closet was now full of Suzaku's clothes, including several military uniforms, street clothes, and school uniforms that were obviously too large to fit onto Lelouch's slight frame. The left side was where Lelouch's clothes hung, or at least most of them.

Lelouch turned his head around quickly, his violet eyes searching the room, even though he knew it was empty. After verifying this, he quickly kicked the bottom of the left wall of the closet, causing the corner of the wall panel to come loose. He reached down and with nimble fingers he pried the wall panel out, revealing a second panel, the real one, hidden behind it. A small amount of the hanging rack was hidden behind the false panel, and on the pole hung the blue velvet outfit and black cape of the leader of the Black Knights, Zero. He quickly grabbed the clothes off of their hangers and grabbed the large, heavy black mask from a small shelf on the back of the fake wall.

Lelouch changed quickly and efficiently, and once he stood in Zero's full regalia, he pushed the false panel back into place, effectively making the closet approximately twelve inches shorter than it should be. Lelouch made sure that the panel was lined up perfectly, just the way it had been before he'd kicked it out. He hated having to hide things this way, but with Suzaku sharing a bedroom, and even sharing the closet with him, it was necessary.

"You ready? We have to get going," Rolo's voice said from the other side of the bedroom door.

"Yeah," Lelouch called, closing the closet door, stuffing his discarded uniform into a duffel bag, and heading towards the door. He took one last look around the large room, noticing that the sheets had been changed just that morning. Lelouch had thrown up yet again, and this time he hadn't been able to scramble over his lover fast enough to make it to the bathroom. He sighed, recalling the short argument he had had with Suzaku that morning before the knight left for the day.

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"I'm getting worried, Lulu," Suzaku said, placing a hand gently on the Britannian's forehead, checking his temperature.

"I'm fine, I told you that. Just something I ate."

"Then your stomach's been really finicky lately. This is the fourth day in a row."

"Maybe it's some sort of bug. I'll be fine in a few days."

"Maybe not, Lelouch. Maybe it's something serious. You should see a doctor."

"Maybe you should stop being a stubborn idiot."

"I'm not the one being stubborn, you are. I'll call the doctor and make an appointment. I'm off tomorrow, so we'll go after classes."

"But I'm fine! I promise!"

"It's not just the vomiting, Lelouch. You've been….. sensitive lately."

Lelouch blushed, trying to glare at his lover and reduce the blood flow to his cheeks at the same time. "Shut up," he ordered.

Suzaku shook his head, wrapping his arms around his lover. "I just worry, Lulu. If there's something wrong, something making you sick like this, I want to know what it is."

Lelouch sighed, his body relaxing and slumping against the younger boy. "Okay, fine." He placed one hand on Suzaku's cheek, staring into his eyes sternly. "But if nothing's wrong with me, you owe me something big, got it?"

"You mean…?" Suzaku asked, his eyes widening.

"Yes," Lelouch nodded. "You have to do all of my student council work for a week. Including any hare-brained scheme of Milly's. And no scolding me for ditching classes."

~*~

"You're late, Lelouch," C.C. said in her normal cool voice as she drew Cheese-kun close to her chest. Her golden eyes stared at the masked boy as he and Rolo entered the meeting room. C.C. and Kallen were both there, lounging on sofas across a small table from one another. Kallen merely nodded to acknowledge the presence of the two boys.

"Traffic," Lelouch explained, removing the Zero mask and setting it on the table between the girls and taking a seat on a third side of the table. Rolo sat down opposite Lelouch, staring silently at the mask, then looking up to glare at his surrogate brother for a moment, making it clear that their argument had not been forgotten.

"This is why you two should stay here with us," Kallen said grumpily. "It's not fair that you two get to have lives while we hide like rats."

"I have to keep people thinking that I don't remember anything, Kallen." Lelouch sighed, not wanting to get into this conversation again. He'd already had enough arguments for the day. "If I were to disappear out of the blue, the emperor and his lackeys would know that I was really back under the mask."

"Plus a certain someone would be worried about you," Rolo muttered only just loud enough for the others to hear.

"What?" Kallen asked, staring at Rolo curiously. "A 'certain someone'? Don't tell me Shirley finally snared Lelouch!"

"It's not that silly girl," C.C. said matter-of-factly, turning her gaze to Lelouch and smirking. "Lelouch, I'd like to have a chat with you in private later."

"It will have to be much later, Witch. Rolo and I can't stay much longer."

"What? You just got here!" Kallen sat up straight, her eyes gleaming with internal rage. "What the hell is more important than a rebellion that you started, Lelouch?"

"His boyfriend." Rolo was once again playing with his locket, avoiding the glare that Lelouch was now shooting him.

"His what?" Kallen demanded, turning to Lelouch once more while C.C. simply sat still, smirking as though she knew the entire time. "Lelouch, you can't mean…"

"Yes, Kallen," Lelouch began, standing up gracefully and pulling the mask from the table. "I'm dating Suzaku. Consider it my own attempt to bring the Knight of Seven over to our cause. As well as my own unique idea of sabotage." He smirked just before replacing the mask over his face and turning on his heel. "Now that Rolo has effectively killed any chance of getting any work done, we will continue this meeting on Wednesday afternoon. I'm busy with my school duties tomorrow."

Kallen stared in disbelief as Lelouch left the room without another word, followed closely by Rolo. "What the fuck was that?" Kallen asked softly to herself as the door closed, leaving her alone with the immortal woman once again.

"You don't know the half of it," C.C. said almost to herself. She moved from her seat for the first time and walked to the window, Cheese-kun still in hand, and watched as Lelouch and Rolo left the compound, heading back toward Ashford Academy. "You should have talked to me first, Lelouch."

~*~

"Welcome home, Suzaku," Lelouch smiled as the other boy came in the door and immediately kicked off his shoes. Lelouch still found it cute how Suzaku clung to the old Japanese customs. The knight had even tried to teach his lover to use chopsticks to eat fried rice a few weeks ago (admittedly with very little success.)

"Thank you, Lelouch," Suzaku said, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it on the back of one of the dining room chairs, crossing the room in a few quick steps and kissing the ex-prince tenderly. "Though I am curious as to how you got back so early. Didn't you have P.E. as your last class today? The gym's all the way across campus."

"And I didn't feel like walking all the way there, only to come all the way back," Lelouch said simply.

Suzaku's face fell. "You ditched your classes again?"

"Most of them," Lelouch admitted. "I went to the ones we have together to make it appear that I went to them all." Suzaku sighed, knowing that there was nothing he could do about his boyfriend's constant absenteeism. "Now hurry up and get changed, Suzaku. Even if you're forcing me to go, I still expect you to look normal when we get into the doctor's office."

The examining room was typical. A sheet of white paper covered the examining table, which sat near a desk covered in sterile instruments. Tacky paintings and charts showing the human circulatory and digestive systems hung on the white walls. Lelouch slowly crossed his right leg over his left, leaning back on his hands on the table, making the paper crinkle loudly in the quiet of he room that was broken only by himself and Suzaku breathing.

"Mr. Lamperouge?" Asked a soft female voice as a young nurse entered through the open door. She held a clipboard in her hands, which her eyes were completely glued to. She removed a pen from the chest pocket of her bright pink scrubs and smiled up at Lelouch, looking at him for the first time. "What sees to be the trouble?"

"Absolutely nothing."

"Lelouch!" Suzaku said quickly, glaring at his boyfriend. "Tell her. You're here for a reason."

The nurse smiled politely. "Why don't we just check the vitals first? Then we can talk about the symptoms." Happy for any chance to stall, Lelouch nodded, allowing the nurse to take his temperature and blood pressure, check his pulse and breathing, and test his reflexes. "Now lets get you weighed and measured," she prompted.

Lelouch stepped onto the scale that stood ready in the corner of the room and watched as the nurse lifted the bar to measure his height. Once she had scribbled the figure down on her clipboard, she began to slide the scale until it balanced. "One-oh-nine," she said, scribbling the number next to Lelouch's height.

"One hundred nine?" Lelouch asked in disbelief. "I just had a check-up two months ago, and I was one hundred six!"

"Lelouch," Suzaku said softly from his chair by the examining table. "Three pounds in two months isn't a bad thing. Especially because you're underweight anyway."

"Your friend is right, Lelouch," the nurse agreed, gesturing that Lelouch could return to the paper-lined table. "I'm surprised they didn't put you on supplements at your check-up."

"They probably tried, but Lelouch is strange. He can talk a priest into becoming an atheist."

Lelouch shrugged. He wasn't entirely sure how he had managed to convince the doctor against giving him pills, since he had merely been Lelouch Lamperouge at that time. "It's a talent, I guess. Plus I hate taking pills, even when I'm sick. I don't need them when I'm healthy."

"Well, thankfully your weight is the only apparent thing that's unhealthy about you. But just to be safe I'd like to run a blood test to check for any vitamin deficiencies."

Lelouch sighed, sitting back onto the table and wincing as the paper crinkled again. He held out his left arm, taking a deep breath to prepare himself for the long needle that would withdraw his blood. He squeezed Suzaku's hand tightly with his right hand as the nurse stuck him in the left arm, filling the clear vial with the deep reddish-purple fluid.

The nurse hurried off to send the blood for processing and returned a few minutes later to se the two boys smiling at one another sweetly. "Now, shall we get to the symptoms?"

"I promise it's nothing serious," Lelouch said firmly.

"He's been vomiting every morning for almost a week. His skin has also seemed more sensitive than normal."

"Is that so?" the nurse mused aloud as she wrote on the clipboard again. "Is there anything else?"

"Not really," Lelouch said. "Unless you count a mysterious three-pound gain with no change in diet or exercise."

"Well, you have been ditching gym class, Lulu."

"Yeah, but I did that two months ago, too, Suzaku. So, as I said, there's no change in my exercise."
The nurse furrowed her brow for a moment before worry crossed her face. "Lelouch, I hate to ask such personal questions, but are the two of you romantically involved?"

"Not that it has anything to do with anything, yes, we are." Lelouch replied snippily.

"And are the two of you….. sexually active?"

This time Lelouch only blushed, leaving Suzaku to meekly affirm her question.

"And Lelouch… are you… ah… on the… receiving end of that relationship?"

Lelouch's blush deepened, leaving the nurse to nod solemnly and scribble once again on her clipboard.

"Alright. Please excuse me while I go ask the lab to run another test on your blood."

"What test?" Lelouch demanded. "What's going on here? What does my taking it up the ass have to do with anything? What are you planning on doing?"

"I need to have them run a test we don't normally run on men like you… On men at all, really."

"What test?" Lelouch's demand was echoed by Suzaku this time.

The nurse gulped, taking a deep breath and gazing intently at her clipboard to avoid making eye contact with either boy. "I want the lab to run a pregnancy test."

Whew, first chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed it! Please review and let me know if I should write another chapter or not.