Suzaku fell back on the ex-emperor's bed, the canopy above him flowing white and gold down the four posts, his mind numbed by the day's events. Zero Requiem. It had been Lelouch's final, and most beautiful of acts; the birth of a new world.
Pale fingers tangled themselves in his hair, a slight tug pulling his head back as Suzaku's lips were captured by the raven-haired beauty on his lap. They toppled towards the mattress, tongues meeting, naked chests heaving, hearts thumping.
His eyes opened, emerald orbs fixing on the ceiling of silk above him, remembering the circumstances of the last time he'd been here.
Nimble fingers worked their way to the waistband of his pants, slipping inside to stroke the length of his hardened member. A gasp escaped his lips before he was silenced by Lelouch's mouth on his once more.
The room was cold. The bed was unwelcoming. The grey light seemed to weigh heavily on his spread-eagled body, still clothed in the uniform he was destined to wear for the rest of his life. Things were empty without him here.
His hands gripped Lelouch's hips, seeking purchase upon his lover's slender body as two bodies joined in sweaty synchrony.
The tears were falling freely now, his heart realising the horror of what he'd done. He'd killed Lelouch, his best friend, his worst enemy, his only love.
The sharp cry of his own name echoed in his ear as his lover peaked, the desperation in his voice tipping Suzaku over the edge as he released into Lelouch's small frame, their bodies rocking together as they finished breathlessly.
The room fell into complete darkness as night time settled in, and Suzaku rose to leave, collecting the still-bloodied mask from where he'd dropped it on the floor. He paused by the door, placing on the small table a small, pink paper crane. The thousandth one, both a wish and a childhood promise: to change the world.