"Of course, you're aware that Schneizel-sama knows."
The smile that flitted across Kanon's face said very clearly that he knew Suzaku was not aware of this fact, and it grew wider as the boy jerked upright from where he lay against the pillow.
"What?"
Kanon paused for a moment to savour the picture Suzaku made: naked, with the sheets pooling around his hips, face still slightly flushed, his hair unkempt and his eyes wide.
"Schneizel knows about – " and there was a heartbeat of awkwardness – "us?"
Kanon tilted his head. "There isn't really an us, is there? I wouldn't call this much of a relationship."
"But Schneizel knows?"
"Yes, he does."
"Did you tell him?"
The accusing look on the boy's face was irresistible; Kanon dipped his head for a snatched kiss, murmuring against Suzaku's lips, "would you hate me if I did?"
When the boy didn't answer, Kanon continued, "no, I didn't tell him. Schneizel-sama has always known of the affairs of his subordinates – mainly because he is involved in a lot of them."
Suzaku drew up his knees, pulling the sheet with him, and muttered, "so you and him…"
"Well, that would be telling," said Kanon, and despite its warmth his smile gave nothing away.