Title: Just another girl~

Link: ~lelouchvibritt1

Fandom: A code Geass fanfiction

Rating: M (Pure Angst mentions of drugs sex and adult AU,M/M, explicit sex )

Pairings: lelouch X C.C. and others

Summary : He got all the help he needed to cure his addiction. But she was much closer than he thought she'd be...

Angst/Hurt/Sex - Lelouch L., Suzaku K. C.c.

Disclaimer: i dont own code geass

Author's Notes: got inspired by listening to a song from my favourite Kpop artist

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His ankle boots hits the tarmac, as he approaches to grab his language.

Taking in the fresh breeze whisking his coloured locks away from his face, he pulls his dark shade to cover his violets. So this is what it felt like to be free?, he never thought he would've gotten out, he felt trapped in there , like a guinea pig prisoned in a scientific lab.

People in white would surround him, keep him on a schedule, going through programs and forcing to complete it as if he had psychological problems, she was the problem, not him!

There was a point when he couldn't take it any longer, he had fought back, he needed his fix there and then, but they refused him, how dare they?, do they know who he is? He discarded every object crashing to the floor, the bed was upside down, the mattress was swaying outside the window, family portraits smashed on the floor. Six men barged in, tangled him down, barking stop! he used all his might, whatever was left of him to break free. Nails were digging on skin, teeth bit upon flesh to release the hold, screams of agony, fulfilled the room, whilst he chuckled with blooded teeth at them, as soon as his violets met the cracked photo of his beloved sibling smiling back at him with her closed eyes , his body froze, then a painful stabbing of a needle piercing through his skin lulled him to sleep.

He was now what you call free?
The air smelt like home even if chaos surrounded him, people shoving past holding gigantic luggage's, running over to greet their beloved ones, as he stood in the centre of the madness , careless , unmoving, unapologetic because he needed this, he needed a moment to be reminded how it felt like to realm back to normality.

'Normal?,' tilting his head to the side, he'd forgotten the meaning of it,
It was an adjective his parents imprinted on him before the ultimatum,

'You need help!'

'We can't have you ridicule our families name any longer! '

'We're tired of this!'

He was put on the spot, coming back from an endless festivity of pure bliss... God! , he never gotten that high ever! It was pure heaven.

the nightlife was a hedonistic rave, he had all the supplies he needed, in his system, drifting off to nirvana, bodies meshed together , craving for air , he struggled free from lifeless corpses , glued together in stink of sweat, every corner he turned teenagers where grinding on lust feigned to whoever they caught.

A genuine laugh escaped him; he'd never laughed so hard ever since she left him,

He could feel the vibrations feeding the pitfall of his stomach, bending over to clasps on to it, his logic asked what he found hilarious? , unsure of the answer a rough hand clasped him by the chin, gliding fingers to his neck pulling him by his t-shirt to his feet , the voice whispered in a low baritone something about a threesome, not giving him time to answer, it pulled him to a rough kiss with piercing metal on It's tongue, he kissed back , latching on to the sensation , then it stopped as he was shoved to a wall. his neck was covered with wet kisses , he looked down and a mousy haired girl was devouring his neck , whilst a male sucked his fingers, again the sensation of metal between the licks brought shivers to his spine, but he wasn't in to that sort of thing , so he drove the male away to focus on the other now devouring his prominent collarbone, crashing their lips together, sucking on her tongue as she gripped his alabaster arm with sharp nails, he pulled back a moan as he felt it fisting his now hard cock.
She swiftly unbuckled his skinny jeans and sank down on her knees; his world went blank as her mouth felt moist against his cock.

His logic kicked in, he needed to say something intelligent, something that would pull him out of this situation, but all he could muster was an 'ah!' , more!,' yes!', as she tongued the tip of his cock, causing his eyes to roll back to heaven , the euphoric feeling felt sensational, whoever she was, she was experienced, but not better than she...

The stranger needed to work on her gag reflex, his logic sided, if the stranger wanted to claim him complete, soon someone started pulling off his studded t-shirt over his head and forcing him to a passionate kiss, he felt the metal stud upon his tongue again, and gripped on to the stranger pulling the kiss even deeper , whilst getting sucked off by that girl , her head bobbing, licking and - ah!, he felt teeth?, he caught her eye, as she touched herself and giggled'
' your fucking hard ,yum' her voice sounded like ...

He pulled away, pushing the person away from him, finding his jeans; he stumbled out of the place.

He travelled home that night on foot, god knows how he got home alive?, she probably guided him, visioning her pulling him to safety, her lime hair flowing in the dark breeze, eyeing him over her shoulder, as she held his hand from reach, she held that smirk again, the one that said it all, but nothing.

Soon collapsing at his neighbour's front door half naked he crawled back to his home after being woken from a thunderous bark from the neighbour's pet and that blinding light above the sky.

His only source of happiness to forgetting her- even for a day or two, lead him to a rehabilitation centre.

He'll never stop blaming her for this.

"hey! ,it's me mom.. Yeah, I'm in the airport. Who's picking me up? A driver?. .. I understand. See you when I get home? Bye"

Hanging up on the device, he started to move to the exit, waiting for this driver they sent, how prosperous of them, some things never change, he wondered if his parents would have a fit, seeing his new change of image.

Gone was the black raven locks, now a healthy golden blonde, trimmed to ear length, a long fridge swept from his right eye, hanging over dark shades, completed with a large silver cross necklace over a wife beater, and a black –hooded silk jacket dripping off his shoulder at one-side, paired with a skin tight leather pants.

He no longer was the broken child everyone knew; she wouldn't continue haunting him if she couldn't recognize him, right?

To Be continued…

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