A/N: Alright. So, I really apologize if this took too long or anything, but something terrible happened to me. Nothing physical or anything, but I lost the flash drive that contained this entire story. Like, the little device thinger had all of the chapters and some other stories I really, really wanted to upload. I lost many pieces of work. I am pretty angry at myself. Actually, I'm a little furious. And the worst part is: I lost it at school! I hope no one I know has it. The last thing I want is people peeking at my Yaoi stories...Ughh'. But, at any rate, I have to rewrite about three or four chapters for this story, I think. And I have to rewrite a couple other things. I have a lot to redo and I'm pretty stressed out, so please, bear with me, guys. I tried my best to redo this chapter, but the entire time I was pretty upset. I'm sorry if it isn't the greatest. I love all of the positive reception I'm getting for this story and I do not want to disappoint you at all. Understand that, please!
Okay. End of rant. Apologies.
But please, do try to enjoy the chapter.
More Yaoi in this chapter, but do expect much more in the following update.
Chapter Four: Succumb
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-+- "Love conquers all, and we succumb to love." -+-
Publius Vergilius Maro Virgil
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By the time he had managed to set a reasonable distance between his brother's location and his own, he was, pitifully, rendered breathless by the short trip; to be honest, he struggled to subside his faltering pants for air, but it all pushed from his lungs, and the man strived, with great effort, to regain the little stamina he had. Although, such seemed impossible, and he cursed aloud, whispering the swear sharply as though biting the harsh word right from the air.
Engendering a terrible sense of exhaust, Lelouch, unknowingly, leaned himself alongside the supportive trunk of a near tree, and with a deep sigh, he raked a hand through his hair that had become unkempt, letting his eyelids cover his violet stare as he felt his fingers tremor and strands of his dark hair fall against his sweat-dampened forehead. A small noise of his supposed misery pushed from him as he felt a bead of sweat trickle along the indent on his back, the place where his spine ran, although he never bothered to smudge the annoying droplet as it tickled its way down his back. Instead, he turned his gaze aside to look down the path he had just traveled, to look at the secluded dwelling where his brother lay lost in slumber, where Rolo waited for him to return, naïve of the wicked desires that coursed through his own brother's system and practically drove him insane. Those same desires that had led him here, outside in his pajamas, in search for some handsome brunette.
A second time, Lelouch cursed aloud. For once, he needed a miracle. He needed one that would ensure that Rolo would remain faithful in his brother's words, despite the fact that he had not even been informed as to where he was going or when exactly he would return; the very thought spurred Lelouch's hands to curl.
Rolo had to trust him.
He just had to.
Lelouch could not muster another intrusion. No, another interruption just could not happen. It couldn't. He could only imagine what would follow such a horrendous occurrence, such a nightmare – if he were caught. The consequences would be horrifying, unspeakable. There would be no way for him to explain such a situation, with the brunette splayed alongside him atop unkempt, disheveled bed sheets, his handsome face flushed with an oh-so adorable rose-red shade, that glorious emerald stare rounded in upset and alarm, although having been rendered glossy amidst powerful, passionate romance, flourishing lovemaking – ah, the very thought of the brunette quickened the already speedy beat of his heart, and he clutched his chest as a sound of longing escaped him, and his lips absently murmured the man's name so quietly, so tenderly.
"Suzaku…"
No one was expected to answer; not even a sound was expected to echo in response to his heartfelt whisper. Not a falling twig, no rustling leaves or the virtually inaudible noise of footsteps setting delicately against the earth, pacing warily in the distraught man's direction. Yet, the latter sounded. His purplish stare flicked upward at the noise, and instinctively, he held his breath at the person who was standing so beautifully there, the handsome man who moved from around another tree and coyly met his eyes with the shiest of smiles; Lelouch could not help but return such a subtle, gorgeous gesture, and he arose fully to address the person, and to say again with a slight tremor in his tone, "…Suzaku."
The brunette whispered in an echo, "Lelouch…"
There was a pause as they stared at one another, wanting to do so much, though not knowing how to transact.
So, Suzaku went on, "Finally…You're here."
The reserved smile on his handsome face was wholly misleading, and it brightened into something miraculous as he strode forward with such poise, an almost sultry expression glossing his emerald colored stare. His hand, eloquent, rose to the side of his lover's face to caress and touch such glorious bone structure, such smooth, perfect skin; this man was too beautiful, so striking with even a subtle flush splayed across his cheeks. He wanted to kiss him so deeply. Such beauty could not be wasted with fixated gawking or admiring – no, Suzaku felt his desires become roused, and he would not ignore the lust coursing through him.
He licked his lips. "You found me, Lelouch."
The other man made a slight nod. "Of course. Why would I ever lose you?"
Suzaku smiled. "I should have known." His eyes fell over his lover's lips. "How foolish of me, to become so worried."
He made a gracious bow forward and gathered his lover's lips. His head turned a little as his mouth puckered and pulled the other's into an ardent gesture, the kiss flourishing when their tongues met hesitantly and small moans of their pleasure were exchanged in a chorus of rapture, as they breathed into one another and caught one another's essences; at once, Lelouch's senses were spiked as he recalled their previous romance amidst those moonlit waters, that soft sand and tranquil atmosphere. He recalled how the brunette had looked so stunning even amid his supposed surrender to the other man's dominating passion, his naked form rendered lax beneath his lover's as their courting had become too much to muster all at once, as utter arousal enveloped them both, constricted and refused to let go. The remembrance brought a smile to his lips, and he kissed harder, slipping his arms around the man's waistline.
"Mmm."
His tongue sought further access without permission from the moaning brunette, although the latter withdrew upon feeling his lover's lips pucker longingly beneath his own. Suzaku bit his lower lip softly, and his gaze turned downcast, his mouth moving agape as he wanted to say something. He couldn't let himself become too enthralled in one simple kiss, one marvelous kiss. He couldn't keep his eyes for looking beyond Lelouch and to the small home in the distance. He almost felt as though someone could be watching them, and unnerved by that thought, he slipped from his lover's hold.
"…You kept your word, Lelouch," he murmured, meeting the man's dark eyes as he felt a hand stroke through his hair, the chestnut colored tresses that whipped against his face amid the carrying breeze. He smiled a little. "You sought after me, just like you promised. I never doubted you, my love."
Lelouch smiled. "You aren't too hard to find," he teased. His hand, with such fluency, swept from the nape of the brunette's neck and moved along his jawline, and a single finger pushed his chin upward. He made a small sound of amusement upon noticing that his charming gesture had caused his lover's stare to round; nonetheless, he did not coo at the adorable sight, but instead he leaned forward to kiss him, adding in a whisper, "…I would never risk losing you, Suzaku."
Suzaku stared.
Those words sounded so beautiful.
He swallowed. "Never, Lelouch?"
The man shook his head.
Rendered wordless by his lover's words, the brunette could only fixate his stare on the man's face; unknowingly, he let the hand at the nape of his neck direct his head downward against the warmth of the other man's chest, and absently, his arms slipped around Lelouch. But at last, he closed his eyes and took in his scent. He was so masculine; his rich essence drove his mind to produce such erotic recollections of their prior romance. Lelouch bowed his head a little to kiss him, and the simple gesture caused him to remember how delicious the man was, how his taste was so matchless, how inimitable that perfect amalgamation of saccharine and tart was, so distinctive to solely him and him alone. Suzaku felt Lelouch's arms constrict amorously around him, easing him into his supportive frame, that adoring embrace; such closeness coerced the greatest of his desires to rouse within him, as he suddenly wanted to be even closer to him, to his bare, unclothed flesh.
He wanted so much more of this man.
He wanted to be with him behind closed doors, utterly and assuredly alone.
Such desire felt so wicked, but he couldn't help himself.
He loved him.
Lelouch whispered his name softly and stroked his back. "Suzaku…"
The brunette looked up. "Come with me," he said at once, a command he knew Lelouch could not refuse. But, he digressed for a moment and slipped from the man's embrace with a small sound of apology, outstretching an upturned palm as a proper way to invite his lover home. He flashed a small smile, a sweet grin. "Come to my place. Hm, Lelouch?"
Lelouch returned the smile. There was no way for him to refuse; in fact, such was impossible as his hormones had been roused to a rampant spasm and his mind declining to cease its constant materializations of wicked fantasies, of the brunette and himself amidst ardent lovemaking. Yes, he could neither stop himself from clasping the brunette's hand, nor could he cease his feet that carried him further into the foliage surrounding him.
It was like the reality of the world was collapsing behind them, all as the realm of another unfolded. It all seemed like some sort of tale, some romantic fabrication of two handsome men caught up in forbidden love, but they both knew they were not dreaming.
And when Suzaku spun to lock their lips, Lelouch knew it was all too real.
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