Intentions
The blood loss makes Suzaku weak. The chemical weapons are the reason for his fever, too.
He wants to fight against Bradley when he learns what it's coming.
It has happened before. Suzaku can't let it happen again. Now he's a Round and...
"Let it be, Seven! Don't be a little girl, this is ridiculous", Bradley mutters angrily, trying to untie his belt.
Suzaku fights so seriously as he can. Almost fainting.
Bradley laughs and shakes the head, grabbing his arm.
"Our pretty nurse has been blown up to pieces, Suzie. It's this or dying. And I wouldn't mind to let you die or even hurrying up the unavoidable...if it wasn't because Bismarck is going to make my life a nightmare if I do. No way he could believe that an accident just happened while I was around. He lusts you that much..."
Suzaku blushes, panting, weak. Bradley presses his fingers against his neck and in the end, the Geass takes a light control, forcing Suzaku to stay still.
He shuts his eyes. Not here, not now. No...Lelouch...Euphie...
He is trembling when he feels the...
"Argh!"
"Ooops, wrong vein..." Luciano chuckles. The world a little more clear, out of pain. "...look, I barely know what the hell to do, Seven. You're lucky that I used to fuck the nurse and I remember a little of what she said. First the antidote, then to sew the gunshot wound, we put the damn IV and it's done."
Luciano's face is well defined now. His face is leaned down, close to Suzaku's, who still blushes, confused. But starting to understand, which is humiliating.
"What did you think I was about to do with you, almost naked, weak and alone as the only survivor on the wounded tent?"
Suzaku blushes even more deep again, waiting for Bradley to get up.
(Which the so called Vampire of Britannia doesn't do)
"You like pain, don't you, Seven? It's obvious."
Luciano's eyes go down for a second. A terrible moment where they look mockingly to the evident hardness between Suzaku's legs.
It could be over on this way. It should be over on this way, actually: Luciano's loosing his grip on Suzaku's arm and standing to walk away. Finally.
But no.
It's Bradley.
And Bradley is not so easy as it seems.
He grabs Suzaku's other hand and makes him touch his...
"Lord Bradley...!"
Luciano laughs while Suzaku is again, almost gone to unconsciousness. Ashamed like a woman.
"How can I blame you? You like pain, right? Well, I like blood. And you bleed a lot," Luciano says, again too close, so much that something else should come with the uncomfortable silence between them.
Nothing. Well...Bradley stares at Suzaku, who barely can close his eyes for seconds, feeling that something even worse may happen if he doesn't watch over his own body.
Nothing. Luciano stands, finally, like if everything was normal.
Maybe it's for him.
"Later, Seven, when I can tell that you won't die receiving what I have for you. Not that I really mind but you know: Bismarck has my balls tonight."
Suzaku allows himself to sleep only after he is sure that only Arthur, hissing under his bed is in the tent as company. All the others soldiers dead or captured. In victory.
The last he knows is that he is not going to stay alone with Bradley again.
Obviously.
(Still hard, a torture)
