"So how did it go?" Cecile asked carefully once Lelouch and Suzaku were back in their suite.
Suzaku shot a quick look at Lelouch before clearing his throat. "Um… it could've gone worse?"
Lelouch snorted. "You were nearly skewered from a beautifully executed 'training accident' and I almost acquired another stalker."
Cecile's eyes widened. "Maybe you should start from the beginning."
This time, Lelouch took the initiative and started describing the way Suzaku had been chatting with some of the other Tributes when he was basically ambushed by the Tribute from Area 7, Xingke. What had actually happened was actually quite simple, although the set-up with the cut down climbing vines and the spinning daggers and the punching bag as a counterweight was rather clever. If Suzaku hadn't moved out of the way with his freakishly good instincts and reflexes, he would certainly have been injured, and possibly killed if the blades had hit at the right angle.
Technically, there had been no contact between Tributes. It was unsurprising that the Victors knew ways around the rules of the training arena, but it was disheartening that Suzaku and Lelouch seemed to be their targets. Suzaku, annoyingly enough, had taken it much better than Lelouch had, actually laughing the moment he realized he was out of danger and shooting off a jaunty salute in Xingke's direction. Lelouch, meanwhile had to be physically restrained before he did something stupid.
That wasn't him. He wasn't the impulsive one who did stupid things. Well, not usually.
Even now, Suzaku was laughing, despite Lelouch's embellishments (or possibly because of them, as they made Suzaku out to be even more ridiculous than he actually had been) and Cecile's look of dawning horror. There was a reason she was Lelouch's favourite, and that reason was her level-headed practicality and ability to focus on what was important.
"You two really need to start making alliances if you keep getting bullied like that."
Bullied. That was one word for it, Lelouch supposed.
Suzaku, his eyes still shining with humour, nodded in agreement. "Oh, no worries about that! Lelouch has another admirer."
That didn't make Cecile look at all relieved. "Another Luciano?"
"Oh, no," Suzaku demurred, grinning, and Lelouch had to sit quiet and fume as Suzaku grandly recited the tale of the noble warrior Jeremiah of Area 6 and his overblown, ostentatious pledge of loyalty to the lovely Lelouch, the embodiment of his chivalric ideals.
Lelouch didn't really like thinking about it. Jeremiah had ambushed him out of nowhere, and Lelouch had momentarily thought that he was under attack. The man had literally prostrated himself at Lelouch's feet, claiming that Lelouch was everything a perfect princess should be, noble and loyal and brave. Lelouch's heart had still been racing from the suddenness of it all and Jeremiah, clearly just getting that, had responded by rising and offering to get him a glass of water.
And now Cecile was laughing too. Perhaps Suzaku was a more engaging storyteller, but perhaps the situation was just that hilarious.
"Did you accept the water?" Cecile asked. Lelouch refused to answer.
"No," Suzaku said. "But he was soon rescued by the other Tribute from Area 6–"
"Victor," Lelouch interrupted. "Call them, call us, Victors. Don't let Pendragon take that away."
The amusement died in Suzaku's eyes and Lelouch felt vaguely guilty.
"Sorry, Lelouch. So the other Victor from Area 6, Villetta, she grabs Jeremiah and tells him to stop being such a damn fool. They went off with the pair from Area 9."
"Marika and Kewell," Lelouch said. "Siblings." The word tasted sour in his mouth, reminding him of Nunnally in the worst possible way. If she were here…
"Are you planning on joining them?" Cecile asked. "And perhaps Gino?"
An alliance of five. Six, probably, as Gino seemed to have some unreasonable attachment to Kirihara as well. It was a good number but, even if it worked out, what then? This was the Hunger Games. Alliances were meant to be short-lived and end in treachery. Even Luciano and Adriana had know that, in the end, if they were the last two standing, one of them would end up covered in the other's blood.
"The male Victor from Area 2 confronted me while you were fighting off Gino's rather enthusiastic embrace," Lelouch told Suzaku rather than answering Cecile's question directly. "He said that we had no idea what Area 2 was capable of just because we'd gone up against Luciano." Both Cecile and Suzaku were giving Lelouch their full attention now. "Luciano and Adriana were sacrifices. They were supposed to fail. The true Tributes were being saved for the Quell." Cecile's eyes widened as she realized what Lelouch was getting at. "That's why Areas 1 and 4 didn't have any volunteers. That's why Rolo…" Lelouch took a deep breath. "Last year was nothing. Every Area that could afford to sent sacrifices rather than potential Victors, waiting for this year. Of all the Victors here, we are the worst prepared, by far."
"I'm willing to give up if you are!" Suzaku said cheerfully. Lelouch glared at him, more than a little ticked off that he'd ruined Lelouch's grand speech. "What? It sounds pretty hopeless."
"The only thing we have going for us is our trust," Lelouch said. "I trust you implicitly, and you're kind of an idiot, so you trust me too. I can't say that for any of the other Victors."
Cecile stepped in. "Can you exploit that? Weaken the other alliances?" She sounded desperate, but Lelouch shook his head.
"There isn't a single Victor there who doesn't know what a snake I am, and they all see Suzaku as my pawn." Brains and brawn, Gino had called them. It wasn't exactly true – given the right tools, Lelouch could be as deadly as Suzaku, and Suzaku wasn't nearly as naïve and simple as he appeared to be. But it was close enough that scheming could be expected from Suzaku as well, under Lelouch's direction. "I don't think we can affect other people's alliances, but I don't want to weaken ours with other people we can't trust."
Suzaku nodded. "No alliances, then."
Lelouch took his hand. "Just us."
Cecile sighed. "At least that makes my job easier."
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It made Lelouch's job easier as well, at least for now. With the decisions made, he didn't have to test and trial the other Victors, or try to make nice with Gino (who was frankly wearying) or Jeremiah (who was frankly terrifying) or deal with Cornelia and her band of vicious killers which now included the creative and innovative Xingke. All he had to do was show up and let Suzaku lead him around to the stations he wanted to see. Lelouch did better at him at the plant identification, and Suzaku got his fire lit faster and Lelouch managed to convince Suzaku to accept a blowjob in the camouflage area, which he counted as a tie. After lunch, they gave up even that thin appearance of training and cuddled in the corner, watching the others run about and their petty rivalries.
High entertainment.
Lelouch shooed Gino away and Suzaku glared, fingering one of the smaller blades, when Jeremiah walked past. It was enough to dissuade them, although Gino's puppy-dog look of disappointment had a sharp edge to it. The more Lelouch learned about Gino, the more he realized how much was buried under that cheery exterior. It made him only more grateful that they weren't allying themselves with him.
Of course, by the time they were supposed to show the gamemakers their skills, Lelouch had no idea what to do. Suzaku, still toying with some of the throwing knives Luciano had favoured, just shrugged. "Why bother doing anything? It's not like anyone'll take a look at your score and think anything of it. You won last year with a 2."
"I suppose it's the principle of the thing," Lelouch said. "I don't like failing tests, even those designed to fail me."
Suzaku nodded and put his blades aside, settling against the wall and spreading his arms and legs for Lelouch to curl up in his lap. "How about some first aid? You're way better at it than I was during the last games, and you've only gotten better since."
"Difficult, without an injury to deal with," Lelouch said wryly. "I suppose I could ask one of the gamemakers to let me cut them, but I doubt I'd do a decent job on any of them."
Suzaku laughed, but it was dark and mean, nothing like his usual bright laughter. Lelouch curled up closer to him and stopped the conversation with a long, deep kiss that turned into several.
Lelouch had expected to wait at least a few minutes after Suzaku went in. There was weapon selection and preparation and the usual pressure of performing. When Suzaku stumbled out of the room, with two Peacekeepers on either side of him, handling him rather roughly, Lelouch knew something had happened. He moved towards Suzaku, and a third Peacekeeper stepped in his way.
"Wait right there, missy. They'll call you when it's your turn."
Several questions hovered on the tip of Lelouch's tongue. He met Suzaku's eyes and was unsurprised to see a faint apology there, only barely covered a satisfied resoluteness. He'd been a brash idiot again, and was only sorry that it might make Lelouch's life a little harder.
The Peacekeepers dragged him away and Lelouch was left alone, adrenaline racing through his veins, waiting with the Victors from Area 12.
"That poor boy. I wonder what he did," the female Victor mused to her companion.
"I'm sure everything will be fine," the male Victor assured her. "After all, it's the Peacekeeper's duty to keep everyone safe and sound."
Lelouch kind of wanted to scream, but that wouldn't accomplish anything.
"Lamperouge, you're up."
The gamemakers looked upset, so whatever Suzaku had done had made an impact. Lelouch looked casually around the room, searching for any signs of Suzaku's mischief. Everything looked well in place, neat and tidy, with no sign that Suzaku had ever been here other than the shaken gamemakers. Lelouch locked eyes with Schneizel, moving smoothly to the center of the room. Schneizel looked back with suppressed amusement, waiting for Lelouch to make his move.
Lelouch just shrugged. "Well, I'll admit that didn't turn out exactly as I'd planned."
"You told him to shoot at us?" one of the gamemakers asked incredulously.
That had been easier than Lelouch expected. "Only because I noticed the forcefield. I rather thought it would give you a thrill, make you feel as though you were truly part of the games." It was difficult to keep the loathing out of his voice, and the anger. Lelouch could completely sympathize with Suzaku for his actions, now that he knew what they were, but he was furious with him for taking them and putting himself in that much risk. "I apologize, on Suzaku's behalf as well, if the joke was in rather poor taste."
There was some discontented mumbling until Schneizel stood and waved a hand, quieting everyone down. His aide, Kanon, stood and started descending the stairs, leaving the shielded area. Lelouch tensed, wondering what Schneizel was thinking.
"Are you truly sorry?" Schneizel asked casually. "Such a breech would normally have severe consequences. Suzaku is, of course, needed for the games, but he hardly needs to be at full strength."
Various things that could put Suzaku at less than 'full strength' ran through Lelouch's mind as Kanon sauntered towards him. "Are you truly sorry, Lelouch?" Kanon asked, echoing Schneizel. "Prove it."
His voice was placid, but it held a tone of command. Lelouch met his gaze and allowed all the pride and anger to drain away, trying to make it clear that he would do anything. The thought of what could be happening to Suzaku, even now, forced Lelouch's hand. He really would, at this point, do anything to keep Suzaku safe.
Kanon seemed to understand that, his limpid eyes flashing with dark amusement as he stopped in front of Lelouch. "Kneel." His voice was soft enough that it wouldn't be overheard, but it had that same steel in it as when he'd demanded Lelouch prove his remorse. Lelouch was grateful to the privacy of the orders as he obediently sank to his knees, bowing his head until Kanon stroked his fingers through Lelouch's hair, tilting his head up.
"You have his eyes," Kanon said, almost dreamily, although that faint command was still there. "You're too pale and your hair is far too dark, but… you have his eyes. This will be tolerable."
It didn't take Lelouch more than a second to understand what was being asked of him and, for a moment, he closed his eyes in a small gesture of defiance to get Kanon to tighten his grip, pulling Lelouch's hair. If he had to do this, Lelouch wanted it to be as uncomfortable and painful as possible. Suzaku had never, ever, pulled his hair.
"Can I use my hands?" Lelouch asked.
Kanon smiled, a little cruelly. "No."
The zipper was easy enough, although it actually echoed in the small room. Lelouch had a lot more trouble undoing the button with his lips and teeth, and by the time he was done, Kanon's cock was straining at his underwear. Lelouch didn't even bother moving them aside yet, tonguing and mouthing at the bulge in Kanon's pants until Kanon pulled his head away and yanked down his underwear himself, baring his erection to Lelouch's eyes and mouth.
Lelouch smirked, pleased at this small sign of weakness. Kanon groaned softly. "Yes, that… that's exactly how he'd look…"
Ah. Lelouch leaned forward and lapped lightly at the slit of Kanon's cock. "Is he watching?" Of course he was. Schneizel wasn't the sort of man who looked away from anything. "Then take me, use me like he'd never let you use him." The grip in Lelouch's hair tightened past the point of pain, and Lelouch made a soft pained sound, sure that he was losing hairs. Kanon swore softly beneath his breath and thrust his hips forward, taking Lelouch by surprise with the sudden force. He almost bit down reflexively, only barely managing to stop himself as he literally gagged on Kanon's cock. He couldn't breathe, but he clenched his fists and took it. He was better than this, better than they'd make him, and he was doing this for Suzaku. That made everything tolerable.
Lelouch could feel tears running down his cheeks, could feel his throat convulsing in spasms, his stomach roiling. He managed to look up into Kanon's face, under heavy eyelashes, and nearly winced at his greedy, hungry expression. It took Lelouch two more harsh thrusts to center himself enough to do anything but cry silently as Kanon fucked his mouth. He'd had worse. Not recently, as the only attention he'd had over the past few months had been Suzaku's, but he'd had far worse than one man seeing a shadow of his frustrating desire and taking it out on Lelouch. And, Lelouch flattered himself, he'd become rather good at oral sex over the past year. He wasn't just a passive receptacle anymore.
Kanon's gasping groan was surprisingly gratifying to Lelouch as he swallowed around Kanon's cock, bringing his tongue into play. It was always nice to know that his efforts were appreciated. Kanon pulled Lelouch's head back even more and Lelouch went willingly, keeping his gaze determinedly fixed on Kanon's face and letting his throat relax as Kanon pushed in even deeper. The edge of Kanon's undone zipper caught at the skin of Lelouch's chin, sharp but not quite painful, and Lelouch took advantage of the shock and let his throat hitch suddenly and Kanon's hips stuttered as he came, buried deep in Lelouch's throat.
The only sound apart from Lelouch's harsh, rasping gasps once Kanon's cock slipped, spent and soft, from his mouth, was Kanon's own sharp, fast breaths. Lelouch's throat felt like it was on fire, as well as sticky and coated with a thick liquid that continued to irritate his gag reflex. As soon as he could, Lelouch caught his breath and swallowed hard, ignoring the pain. "Please, I am…" His hair slid through Kanon's fingers as he moved back, bowing his head. "We know our places. Please, we're very sorry."
"Your heart-felt apology has moved us," Schneizel said. "Obviously, you simply weren't thinking clearly when you suggested such a disrespectful action to your partner. These games are a trying time for all of us, Lelouch, and I do hope that you're cognisant of the understanding and forgiveness that is being offered to you."
Lelouch bowed even lower, prostrating himself on the floor. "Thank you."
Kanon's hand gently lifted Lelouch up, until they were standing face-to-face, with nothing but a light flush on Kanon's cheeks showing any sign of what they'd done. "I'm glad I got you now, Lelouch. You seem to be a very limited time offer."
Lelouch smiled at him. "It doesn't matter how many whores you fuck, he's no closer to you than before."
"No, but it was still…" Kanon smiled back, the blandly charming smile of the help. "Fun."
For a moment, Lelouch was afraid that Kanon would try to kiss him. Fortunately, that moment passed and Lelouch was dismissed before the male Victor from Area 12 had his turn.
He went immediately to their suite and waited. Cecile wasn't there, probably doing whatever she could to get Suzaku released, and Lelouch fully expected that Schneizel would make sure he'd have to wait for Suzaku's freedom, wondering the whole time if anything was happening to him. The only comfort Lelouch took from that was that the likelihood was that Schneizel would decide to do nothing to Suzaku, in part so that he could meet the other Victors on a more even ground and give the audience a good show, in part to screw further with Lelouch's head. There wasn't much to do while waiting, other than wait, so Lelouch kicked off his shoes and curled up on the couch, finding that anxiety and utter powerlessness were just as good for clearing his mind as sex.
There were no plans to make, no schemes, nothing. Anything Lelouch could do would either make things worse or, more likely, have no effect at all. He stared at the wall and prepared to just wait.
It was by far the hardest thing he'd ever done for Suzaku.
About half an hour since he arrived in the room, he was startled out of his non-existent thoughts by a hand on his shoulder, far too small to be Suzaku's.
"I just heard," C.C. said solemnly. "You know you're both complete morons, right?"
Lelouch blinked at her. "I'm sorry, what?"
"Suzaku possibly less so. At least he knew what he wanted to target."
"Targets he could never hit!"
"And how was he supposed to know that?"
Lelouch gaped for a moment. Surely C.C. wasn't suggesting that this was his fault for letting Suzaku go in there without knowing that there was a shield blocking the gamemakers from the Tributes. Was Lelouch seriously supposed to assume that Suzaku, when he had no idea what to do to impress the gamemakers, would resort to trying to kill them? It wasn't as though Suzaku had shared his brilliant strategy with Lelouch beforehand, which would have at least given Lelouch the opportunity to tell him what an idiotic idea it was.
C.C. shrugged. "If he had known, to be honest, I don't know that it would have stopped him."
"Of course it would have." The opportunity to kill several of the people whose job it was to torture them was appealing, Lelouch could see that, although he never would have risked Suzaku's life on it. But without that chance, why lash out when all it could do was cause trouble? Trouble that Lelouch would have to clean up. Suzaku might be thoughtless, but he surely wasn't that bad.
"Suzaku looked very gentle in the last games, only killing when he truly had no other choice, letting you take the morally questionable kills. He needed to change the perception of himself as someone who'll only fight an even battle to someone who will kill at any provocation. He needs to be taken seriously."
Lelouch just looked at C.C. "Perhaps. But that's not why he did it. Suzaku's not that clever." C.C. settled next to Lelouch and took his hand. "He really just wanted to kill them, and he was willing to take the consequences of that, even if it meant leaving me alone." Lelouch's gaze settled on the wall, becoming vague again. "Because that was the last chance he had to strike a blow for what was right. And Suzaku will always try to do what's right, no matter how much it costs him and the people he loves."
That was something Lelouch admired about him. And it was nice that Suzaku was, for once, on the same page as him as to what was right – fighting against Pendragon. But it still hurt that Suzaku had made that choice over staying with Lelouch.
They sat together in silence as supper was served and went cold without anyone to eat any of it. The rankings were announced and Lelouch didn't even bother checking. It was a few hours before dawn when the door finally opened, and Cecile led a quiet and visibly bruised Suzaku into the suite.
Lelouch didn't jump up, didn't even turn. "What did they do to you?"
"Nothing much," Suzaku said dully. "I'll be fine in the morning."
"Nothing much?" Cecile asked angrily. "They had the Tributes from Areas 6 and 9 beat him up! And they did so, willingly."
6 and 9. Jeremiah, Villetta, Kewell, Marika. Marika was one of the Victors who'd won by being sly and clever rather than strong, but the other three could pack quite a punch. And it looked like they had, on Suzaku.
"The medics fixed me up. Really, it's fine." Suzaku walked up to Lelouch, kneeing in front of him. "What about you? Do I have to ask how I got off so lightly?"
"I apologized for you," Lelouch said. "I told them it was a prank and that you knew about the shielding all along. Did you use the bow and arrow?"
"Nah. Couldn't have gotten off enough shots, I'm not that good. I just used the throwing knives."
"I see." Lelouch stood up. "I'm going to bed. Big day tomorrow."
"Lelouch!" Suzaku called out, grabbing his arm. Lelouch froze but didn't turn to look at Suzaku. He'd seen enough of the bruises already. Suzaku's grip faltered. "I… uh…"
Lelouch gently pulled away and made his way to the bedroom. Just before he opened the door, Suzaku tried again.
"Can I come with you?"
He almost wanted to say no, to exile Suzaku to his own, unused, room in punishment for putting Lelouch through all the worrying and waiting. But he'd just had Kanon's cock down his throat, drank him down against his will, and he wanted something to clean that away.
"Of course, Suzaku," Lelouch purred, tossing a sharp smile over his shoulder as he opened the door to his (their) room. "But best hurry up. We only have a few hours."
He caught a reflection of Suzaku looking anxiously at Cecile and her helpless shrug before the door closed behind him. As confused as they might have been, it didn't take Suzaku long to decide on his plan of action, and follow Lelouch in. The moment the door was closed behind him, Lelouch shoved him back onto the bed and started working at opening and pulling down his pants.
"H-hey!" Suzaku protested weakly. "I'm a little tender here!"
Lelouch reared up and kissed him, all demanding tongue and teeth and that, at least, Suzaku seemed to expect, giving back as good as he got.
"You're an idiot and a fool, but you're mine," Lelouch growled. "And I will have this from you, Suzaku."
"Oh." Suzaku looked stunned, a little shocked, and more aroused than Lelouch could ever remember seeing him without actually being moments away from orgasm. "Oh, yes, Lelouch." His fingers threaded through Lelouch's hair as Lelouch moved down his body, biting him through the thin clothes they wore in the training arena, paying special attention to where they'd ripped and torn from Suzaku's attackers, finally ending up where he most wanted to be, mouthing and biting at Suzaku through the cloth of his pants.
Suzaku cried out and came before Lelouch could even get him free. After all they'd done together, after everything Lelouch had tried to make Suzaku come undone, this was astonishingly gratifying. Lelouch smiled hungrily at him as he pulled Suzaku's pants down his unresisting hips, licking him clean. "I'm not done with you yet."
"Oh," Suzaku said again, his voice wavering but oddly just as hungry as Lelouch's. "Good."
Lelouch yanked off his own pants, soon followed by his shirt and covered Suzaku's body with his own, his breath catching as Suzaku opened himself beautifully under him. In another life, in another time, perhaps…
But their relationship had always been one way, and this wasn't the time to change. Lelouch kissed and teased at Suzaku until he got hard again and rode him until they both came, crying each other's names. Every inch of Lelouch was once again Suzaku's, with Kanon's taint erased completely.
Lelouch smiled. That was how he wanted to go. As Suzaku's.
He hadn't meant to fall asleep. The interviews were today and, as this was their last opportunity to get any messages back out to Area 11, Lelouch had actually planned to prepare something. But something about the way Suzaku had held him after they'd spent themselves, with warmth and tenderness and none of the desperation and fear that Lelouch had felt, had lulled Lelouch to sleep. He only realized it when he woke to gentle lips on his shoulder and a soft caress over his hip.
"Morning." Suzaku's lips moved from Lelouch's shoulder to his neck. "Sleep well?"
They'd only gotten a few hours, but they were a good few hours. "Mmm." Lelouch started to turn over, but Suzaku's strong arm stopped him.
"Don't get up just yet." Suzaku moulded his body around Lelouch's, pressing close, skin to skin, everywhere he could. "You were amazing last night."
Lelouch frowned, despite the warm, safe feeling of being held in Suzaku's arms again. "How so?" They'd only gone two rounds; well, three for Suzaku, if the quick and dirty blowjob counted. That wasn't anything special for them.
"You don't do it much," Suzaku said a little haltingly. "But when you decide to take control, it's…"
Lelouch's cock twitched almost uncomfortably at that, against his own will. He remembered how badly he'd wanted to take more than control, and how hard it had been to stop himself, to continue being Suzaku's rather than force it the other way around. He grimaced; if Suzaku knew what Lelouch had wanted to do to him, would he be as approving of Lelouch's take-charge impulses?
Likely not. Suzaku let Lelouch go, but Lelouch remained turned away from him.
"Hey, I have an idea!" Suzaku leaned over and kissed Lelouch's cheek. "Stay here," he ordered as he jumped up and threw on some clothes.
Lelouch remained in bed as Suzaku left, trying and failing to regret how he'd felt and what he'd done. As long as Suzaku had no idea, everything was safe, protected. It wasn't as if they had a long future together where they'd have to discuss these new urges of Lelouch's, and Lelouch was certain he could keep them repressed until the games were over or until… until it wasn't an issue anymore.
All Lelouch could hope for, realistically, was to hang around long enough to ensure Suzaku's safety. It wasn't that different from his plans last time, but this time he'd tied his fate pretty inextricably to Suzaku's. There would be no toying with the other Victors, or the feelings of the sponsors. It just wasn't believable anymore. Lelouch was Suzaku's; everyone knew that.
It felt nice to reaffirm that. The games were no longer Lelouch's main concern. They were a fixed unknown, there was nothing significant he could do to change things. His concern now lay with Area 11 and their choices. He wouldn't be back to protect Nunnally, and even Suzaku making it out of the games was a long shot this time. They needed to clear out, and sooner rather than later. The Pendragon media would be almost done with the first round of interviews now, and this was a lull that they could take advantage of.
"Okay, close your eyes," Suzaku called out from just behind the door, distracting Lelouch from his thoughts with a bright and cheerful order. Lelouch smiled to himself, pleased beyond all measure that he and Suzaku were falling back into their previous relationship pattern.
"They're closed," Lelouch said, and even closed his eyes to make it the truth. "Go ahead." He thought better during sex anyways, and it was always a treat when Suzaku planned something special.
The bed dipped lightly on either side of him, and then Suzaku's war weight settled against his side, soft lips pressing against Lelouch's cheek, slightly sticky and smelling of warm chocolate. "You can open them now."
The sight that greeted Lelouch made him smile, despite a small rush of disappointment that this wasn't going to be sex. "Breakfast… in bed?"
"I know! It's a super brilliant idea that I just came up with and is obviously a thing because they have an actual tray just for it." Suzaku grinned. "Eat the hot stuff first, before it cools off."
Lelouch took a few strips of bacon and layered them on a buttered piece of toast. "The bed is going to be a disaster after this."
"We'll just use the other room," Suzaku said cheerily. "There's just one more night left, after all."
One more night, and then… Lelouch leaned into Suzaku and kissed him, lingering in the taste of him and hot chocolate. "It's very thoughtful. Thanks."
Suzaku smiled and the last thing on their minds was hot food as they sank back into the pillows and just took their time together.
