During the day they loathe each other.

They cannot even face one another.

But in the night they come together, two forces of nature; the cling and clutch and devour in the darkness, indulging in forbidden pleasures. Kissing, biting, touching, feeling, stroking, holding, tugging, pushing, pulling, rising, falling... Just for a moment, they forget who they are, and see only what is here and now.

Lelouch is beautiful when looked at for long enough; not shallowly pretty, like he might appear – people see that at first, and so they might miss it, but underneath the prettiness there is a raw, untamed beauty, ready to be unleashed the second the lights are out. The beauty of a bruised soul. So he allows Suzaku to lick his wounds, because he is far too proud to do it himself.

Suzaku is something else entirely. He is furious and passionate; merciless like fire. He takes his rage and turns it all into love, whispering sweet nothings instead of death threats. All the strength and determination he puts into fighting he also puts into loving, and so he is dangerous but addictive. Exactly like a drug, one might say; you know it's bad for you, but...

It's not a safe game they play. It is rough, rough, rough, and in the morning there is always blood on the sheets. Of course, they're never both there to see it, because when one wakes up the other will be gone. They don't talk about this. In fact, they don't talk much about anything. There's the occasional "I love you", the occasional "I hate you", and sometimes "You're beautiful" or something of that variety, but that's only in the darkness, where they're safe. Where nobody can judge them. They can be themselves at night – their twisted, evil, hideous selves, and they love each other for it.

Only a monster can love a monster.