Disclaimer: I don't own Code Geass. I do own the plot and Lindo.

Chapter Ten: Clearing the Clouds

"So that's the reason he did all of this?" Suzaku asked softly, fiddling his hands in his lap nervously. He would not reveal how truly jumbled he was on the surface, where the young blonde woman could scrutinize his jitteriness, and maintained a relaxed façade. She smiled and leaned back in her seat, arms crossed over her chest in either defiance or admiration.

"That's about it. Aside from his gender, and therefore his name, Lelouch was straight up with you the whole time though. Nunnally really is his little sister, Mao really is his ex, and we are really his friends," She stated chipperly. She then blinked and narrowed her eyes at him, suspicion in her eyes. "But how did you know my real name and Lelouch's gender? He wouldn't have spilled the beans so easily."

"The waitress at that café told me. I think her name's Cici or something like that," He stated gently.

"Ha! I'm not actually surprised that she'd be the one to spoil our good fun. But why did you go to her first?"

"When I was trying to find you and the other two Gino and I went there for lunch. When I showed her a picture of Lelouch she seemed confused before seeming amused. I figured that she may have known what you four were hiding and, since she had no qualms with ratting you all out earlier, I figured she'd be the best lead," He stated calmly. Milly nodded, respecting Suzaku more for his cleverness, before sipping her drink. "But I came here to talk to you because I wanted to know where Lelouch lives. I wanted to talk to him."

Milly set her drink back down on the table with careful, quiet precision. "Tell me, Suzaku, why do you want to see Lelouch again? To beat him up for pulling the wool over your eyes? To thank him for helping you to see the error of how you treated Lindo? You see, Lelouch is like a little child to the girls and I. We've been looking after him and Nunnally since they came here to Japan; even longer for me. And I'm still kicking myself for being the one to push Lelouch o pursue his feelings for Mao. I will not let another bad judgment call on my part bring pain to my precious little Lulu again. So either fess up to whatever you're aiming to discuss with Lelouch now or you can just walk out right now."

Suzaku was amazed by Milly's strength, and terrified by the evil glint in her eyes, but took her question to heart. Why did he feel the need to pursue this peculiar boy so far? He wasn't working for the Kururugi's anymore. He wasn't of any concern to Suzaku, right? But he thought briefly of the young maid he had been living with the last few months; he remembered how those amethyst orbs gleamed gently when talking to Lindo, how those pale pink lips quirked up in a kind smile. He could easily, almost frighteningly so, replace the long haired beauty for her actual male identity easily and still be swept away by the grace of those features. Every expression the other had made was suddenly shifted to that of the male she had ended up really being; the kind smile, the haughty smirk, the annoyed scowl, the bemused pout… They were all just as adorable and attractive in the face of a short haired boy than that of a long haired girl. "I want to get to know him. I… I'm actually interested in who he is. I never knew too much other than a few likes, dislikes, and a bit of background information but now I want to hear it all in his real voice and watch the shift of expression in his real face," Suzaku had no idea he was speaking until he realized his internal thoughts sounded much louder than usual. His face sparked to a medium red as Milly looked at him, caution still evident in her eyes.

"Okay then. You've convinced me that you're not all bad," She stated with a small smile and nod of her head. "I'll show you by drawing the directions from here to where Lelouch should be. Here; scoot closer so you can see it all better."

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Lelouch clamped his leather bound book closed and looked up through his see-through umbrella as the rain slowly pattering away above his head. Something about Puck's speech at the end of A Midsummer Night's Dream reminded him of his old high school days. Kallen used to say he must have been a masochist because he was the only person she knew who could read Shakespeare for simple reading pleasure. He had told her it was most likely because he was the only student in their entire class who could read, decipher and delve farther into the text. He had received a punch in the back of the head, due to Kallen taking the comment as an indirect insult to her intelligence, and never again tried to explain himself in so many words around the fiery red head.

He then stood, keeping the umbrella above himself with one hand and keeping the large leather bound book pressed to his side securely with the other. He walked over to the edge of the roof and looked down at the people walking by. Lelouch had learned long ago that people watching was extremely interesting. He also figured it'd be a great way to kill time and spot the delivery person before they reached the stoop of the apartment. He watched a man with a large bouquet of flowers scurry by, looking rather frantic. 'He's either on his first date and is late to the show, or trying to apologize to his girlfriend for upsetting her in some way. And that man with the briefcase is either on his way to an important meeting or heading home to dinner with the wife and kids,' He thought to himself, letting his eyes wander from here and there. He perked up when he spotted a white umbrella heading toward his building. 'And that must be the delivery boy.' He thought, leaning further over the edge with his umbrella still above him. "Hey, I'll be down in a second!" He called before he realized two things; one being that this delivery boy had looked up when a small pebble had plopped on to his umbrella and now watched the young male with bright emerald eyes. The second thing he realized? The other couldn't be the one bringing him his food because he wasn't carrying a brown paper bag.

Suzaku came to two realizations of his own when he looked up; Lelouch was just as breath taking as Lucia had been and that the other looked much better with short black hair that framed his delicate face softly.

…

Lelouch was still a bit vague on what had lead him to inviting Suzaku back in to his apartment but he had after darting down from the roof. He was then stunned to find a simply note scribbled in a half dead pen on an old notice on the fridge. It was from his older sister, Cornelia, who he suddenly realized wasn't flopped over on his couch lazily. "Lelouch, had no more beer and didn't want to wait for food. Don't wait up. – Cornelia," He read aloud with a bit of disdain. He could just feel his eye twitching and a stress-induced migraine brewing in his forehead. "She complains and whines about being hungry and then she bails out to get a drink and some half-assed sex she won't even care to remember come morning?! I really need to kick all these free-loaders out." He growled lowly, jolting up when he realized that Suzaku was peering over his shoulder at the quickly scrawled note.

"Milly wasn't kidding when she said your older siblings are jerks," He chirped in casually as the doorbell rang. He darted over, answered the door, paid, and thanked the person as if he was used to answer the ebony-haired male's door. He walked back carrying the large, heavy brown bag and sniffing it curiously. "Chinese take-out?"

"I was in the mood for orange chicken," Lelouch explained as he took the bag, "and I have nothing to cook with. Since Cornelia nailed out you can have her share, I guess. I'm not going to eat all of this and I'd like to keep you here as long as possible to chat and ask questions. Such as how you found out Milly's real name and how you found out where I lived." He turned on his heels, headed to the living room, and set to bringing out the white paper containers of food. He then sat on the couch contently, picked up a pair of chopsticks, a container of rice and his container of orange chicken. Suzaku joined him, the two boys sitting on the couch so they faced one another and were curled into themselves, the tips of their toes just resting on the side of the middle cushion closest to them. "Now spill your guts." Lelouch stated as he tugged open the orange chicken and let the tangy scent of the sauce fill his senses.

"Cici told me their real names and Milly told me where you lived. She even showed me how to get here from the coffee shop I found her at. She's really nice and helpful," The other stated briskly as he opened his own container of ma yi shang shu. "Oh, man, I haven't had this in forever." As Suzaku grinned over the meal he was given Lelouch silently wished that a shinigami would magically appear and equip him with a death note, much like the popular shonen manga he'd read a few months ago. He could almost see what he'd write in to get back at those two contemptible women.

"Of course they told you," He sighed before picking up a piece of chicken and dabbing it in his rice, making sure a few pieces stuck to it. He then tossed the piece of warm meat into his mouth and chewed it quietly.

Suzaku merely chuckled and looked down at his food, nudging it about with his chopsticks. He had confessed to both Milly and himself that he was interested in attempting to start a relationship with the other, if he was willing to try, and he wanted to know a little more before making the proposition. "Yeah, they told me a bit but they didn't answer all my questions. Maybe you can?" He suggested calmly, tilting his head at him. When he was answered by the other twirling his chopsticks in the air to form an invisible circle, a sign to continue speaking, he swallowed his courage. "Like, for one, what was your biggest grievance about your relationship with Mao? What was the relationship lacking toward the end that you would like more of in future relationships?"

"It was the sex, or lack thereof," Lelouch answered without missing a beat. Suzaku choked on his food and looked up. Lelouch, with the chopsticks resting in his mouth after plopping another piece of saucy chicken in his mouth, raised an eyebrow then yanked the chopsticks from his mouth and pointed them at the brunette. "I know what you're thinking and yes, I really did just say that. Until Rolo the Home Wrecker showed up, Mao and I had sex at least once a day wherever he wanted to. Sometimes it was in the kitchen while I was making dinner, sometimes when I was showering after work he'd come in and take what he wanted, and other times we did it on the bed in his room when I was trying to read a book or something. Anyway, that was how I knew things were starting to go sour; he stopped ravaging me at any given moment." He explained with a small shrug. Suzaku gave a small, self-conscience chuckle, stuffing another mouthful of food down his gullet.

"I've only ever had sex in beds and I thought I was king of the sex world," He laughed nervously. Lelouch chuckled deep in his throat and shook his head, a few dark strands of black bangs swishing with the motion. Suzaku watched the way those violet eyes softened with his amusement and how those lips twisted up in a half smile he was so used to seeing on a daily basis. He hadn't really realized just how much he had grown to like that smile.

"Would you like me to give you a different experience?" Lelouch asked teasingly, winking at the other. Suzaku's face turned an endearing shade of pink which only caused Lelouch to chuckle again. "No, no. You've never been with another man before and a new experience wouldn't be the best way to introduce you to the other side. I don't think you could handle it." He explained, though it was really just an excuse. His real fear was that Suzaku had simply come here to tell Lelouch he harbored no grudge over the fact Lelouch had paraded around the Kururugi home in a skirt and kissed the other boy the night before. After all, as far as he knew, Suzaku was only romantically interested in members of the opposite sex.

Lelouch was preparing himself to laugh it off and say he was merely joking when he realized Suzaku's blush had darkened to a different degree. Was it out of rage at the offer or out of actual embarrassment about his pride being prodded at? "W-Well… I mean… That is to say," Suzaku stammered on like a fool, face heated, and kept his gaze transfixed on his food. He then looked up, the blush beginning to drift off of his cheeks, and determination had flickered on in those emerald spheres. "I mean to say I can handle anything you can throw at me!" He said with a small smirk turning up his lips. He watched a cocky smirk turn up Lelouch's lips as well. The ebony haired male set his food down, leaned back a little farther on the couch, and crossed his arms over his chest. Suzaku was almost stunned by how sexy the boy could look with the littlest of effort.

"So you think so?" He asked smugly before leaning closer slowly, his hands coming to rest on Suzaku's knees and leaning over. He pressed Suzaku's legs apart far enough for him to lean over him, their faces inches from one another. He watched Suzaku's eyes flicker with a bit of excitement, a thrill at Lelouch's stomach being pressed against his groin. "Is that really what you think? Are you willing to bet on it?" Lelouch's voice softened, becoming huskier, as he leaned closer, eyes glinting as he analyzed Suzaku's response to his movements. The young brunette responded by tilting his own head a little closer, their lips so close they could feel one another's breath.

"More than willing to bet; absolutely certain I'll win," He whispered before pulling the other into a lip lock, one of his hands snaking behind Lelouch's head while the other was distracted with his own movements. It felt absolutely wonderful, much like the kiss from the previous night, but much grander simply because everything was up in the air and Lelouch was not wasted. There was a spark crawling and tingling up Suzaku's spine; one of the likes he'd never felt before when he'd been with any woman. They pulled away slowly, the taste of the orange sauce from Lelouch's food faint on the other's lips. "So how does it work with two guys?" Suzaku kept his voice soft, despite their solitude in the raven haired male's apartment, out of sheer awkwardness at having to ask.

"Tell me, Suzaku," Lelouch began with a smirk as he straddled the other's hips and forced his legs to straighten out, "when you were fooling around with those girls, who was doing all the hard work?" Suzaku blinked a bit, watching as Lelouch moved with grace. His right hand was on the couch arm on one side of Suzaku's head as he positioned himself. Suzaku had to admit that Lelouch was surprisingly flexible for a relatively quiet person, able to move in ways that a somewhat lax and analytical person was not thought capable of. "I'm assuming it was you, right?" Lelouch's smirk widened when Suzaku let out a short noise of surprise as one pale hand fondled him through the confines of his jeans. "Well don't worry; I'll take good care of your every need, 'Master'." He teased lightly while kissing Suzaku's cheek. Lelouch liked getting to see Suzaku's response to the shoe being on the other foot for a change.

"Good; I wasn't planning on making this too much fun for you anyway," Suzaku laughed softly, voice and breathing a little uneven. It was a sign to Lelouch of the Japanese boy was trying to test his patience. A good tactic that Lelouch gave him credit for coming up with but only served in making Lelouch determined to get the cocky young male hot and bothered to the point of begging like a weak little child wanting a sweet treat. Lelouch made sure to give Suzaku's earlobe a playful yet pinch-like nip as a forewarning to what he'd brought down on himself.

"You don't seem to realize you're giving me that exact same thing by being such a good little boy right now," He cooed softly, keeping his voice low and sultry. He could feel a shiver rocking Suzaku's body and watched as a fog of lust began to float over those beautiful green orbs. He then kissed Suzaku on the lips while his other hand tightened a bit on his southern region, dragging a deep groan from the other. He closed his eyes lightly and parted his lips, deciding to let Suzaku have control over one aspect, a very minimalistic aspect, of this experience. He wanted Suzaku to enjoy it, after all. He felt the other's tongue slip in eagerly and begin a more thorough investigation of his oral cavity. He mewled softly in to the kiss, liking the feel of such an intimate connection. With Mao it was very slobbery and Lelouch disliked this type of kiss. He would always pull back with tons of saliva dripping down his chin and sticking to his lips; not something tidy little Lelouch was fond of. Yes, even during sex Lelouch was a bit of a neat freak.

Suzaku groaned lowly, feeling much me intrigued by Lelouch than any woman he'd ever taken to bed. They'd all reacted the same to what he did and never once tried to dominate or challenge his control. He had almost wished he had found one girl who would turn into his sweet little princess or his fiesty little skank on a whim; but he did have to admit Lelouch seemed to be all of that rolled up, in or out of the maid's uniform, and he liked how those luminous amethyst eyes gleamed with a cat-like quality when attempting to seduce. Correction; succeeding at seducing. Lelouch was amazing from what his kissing and teasing had expressed to the excitable young brunette.

They pulled away slowly, lust-filled eyes glued on one another, as they panted. Their chests were brushing as their lungs tried to fill yet that didn't matter. They could feel and sense one another's need and Lelouch recognized it was he who had to make the moves; what with Suzaku being a novice at these games. "Take off your shirt," He ordered softly, letting out a huff of air and leaning back a bit, a smugness coming to his persona. When Lelouch took on the role of boss in the bedroom, which he could count on one hand how many times he had with Mao, he liked to make sure his partner understood they were being dominated. Suzaku blinked, dazed by the buzz still flickering about in his head, and Lelouch scowled a bit. "I gave you an order, didn't I?"

"I thought I was the 'Master' here?" Suzaku asked, voice raspy. He did, however, do as Lelouch had told him to. He yanked the form fitting cotton shirt over his head, revealing rippling tanned muscles. Lelouch was certain he'd probably seen them sometime during his term in the Kururugi manor but getting to see them upclose and personal, not to mention that he'd get to touch those golden planes, was something exhilirating to think about.

"You may be the 'Master' but don't forget who knows what they're doing," Lelouch said with a smirk. Suzaku glared at him lightly but this only gave the black haired male a larger boost in his ego. "I can stop if you want to sit there and be a jerk about this." He warned lowly, one of fingers slowly inching up and gliding over a pale nipple. Suzaku's eyes glinted, widened, before a low groan vibrated out of his throat. Lelouch's eyes darkened as he felt delight in bringing the boy to such a point. He then leaned further forward until his lips lightly skimmed the flesh of the other pale bud. Suzaku hissed in his breath through his teeth and Lelouch grinned to himself. He let his tongue join into the taunting this time, lightly licking the little bud to rise even more and greet his lips that kissed it, as if apologizing for the teasing actions taken by the moist appendage.

Suzaku shivered and felt his eye lids droop a bit, enjoying getting to be on the receiving end of the sensual touchs. He was usually so focused on getting the girls to let him in that he'd never had the time to wonder why what he did felt so good to them. And now, with Lelouch, he understood why it felt so nice to be touched and groped like that. "What about you, Lulu? Shouldn't you take off your shirt too?" He whispered huskily, smirking at red tinted that came to the boys face when the other used the affectionate pet name his girlfriends had dubbed him with. And to think he said in such a painfully sexy way, to boot! Suzaku smirked and tipped his head up, indicating for the other to do as he was told. Despite his blush and bit of annoyance with his partner Lelouch complied, revealing his pale and thin torso. He wasn't as ripped as Suzaku but he did have a fine amount of definition. "You're so pale." Suzaku stated softly, his hands somehow creeping to glide along Lelouch's sides. The boy blushed and shivered lightly under the warmed, calloused flesh of the other.

"Stop it, Suzaku. This isn't about me this time; it's about you," Jade orbs shifted from watching the rise and fall of the pale chest to the lightly flustered face that had uttered the words. He smirked, leaned up a bit, and gave Lelouch a brief and chaste kiss on the lips. He then leaned back and let his hands slid to his sides, indicating that he was completely at his mercy. "That's better." Lelouch mumbled, tone carrying a hint of a pout in it, before he leaned back down and began to adorn the Japanese boy's chest with butterfly kisses along his chest and abs, his tongue flicking out every now and then. He was very slow with his work to get Suzaku's jeans and boxers out of the way, liking the little grunts of frustration the other let out. But once they were off a small spark of surprise jolted up Lelouch's spine; Suzaku was much larger than the ebony locked male had been anticipating. He seemed to be, as Lelouch was forced to guess, a good inch larger than Mao. And considering Mao had been a decent five inches that made Suzaku six. Or, at least, according to Lelouch's calculations.

"You're just staring at it. What, are you intimidated by it or something?" Suzaku asked, a degree of breathless cockiness coming to his own tone. Lelouch gritted his teeth and closed his eyes in deep thought. He had never been very good at oral presentations during his relationship with Mao. He didn't want to do a poor job here and make Suzaku think that was the best he had to offer so he decided that he's just give the other that some other time; after he'd had more time to practice with other objects when the handsome brunette was not watching with those emerald orbs of his.

He shimmied out of his own jeans, with Suzaku's help, and straddled Suzaku again. There, both in their full glory, he was giving Suzaku one last chance to turn away and say he wasn't interested or ready. Part of Lelouch was preparing for the mental torment the rejection would cause him and trying to find the best way to combat such a thing. Instead Suzaku just stayed there, watching him expectantly. "Are you going to do your thing or just sit there until someone walks in and laughs at us here in a very compromising position in the full monty?" He raied with a brow raised skeptically. Lelouch, quite stunned that Suzaku was not going to back out, nodded in recognition of his request and carefully positioned himself, waiting until he felt the slick tip align with his perk little entrance.

He slid down carefully, wincing a bit. It had been a very long time since last someone or something had been pressed into Lelouch and considering he was taking in more than his body had grown used to it felt a little bit uncomfortable. He felt calloused hands find his slim hips and thumbs gently caress slow circles over the cool flesh there. He glanced through his eyelashes and saw Suzaku watching him, vert orbs twinkling with a mix of affection and desire, and he suddenly felt more relaxed. He waited until he had adjusted to the feel of Suzaku being inside him before making any kind of movement. He began to slowly rise and fall, panting gently as he glided, and watching how Suzaku mooved in response. He watched those lips hang lose to pant, how those eyes flickered under his bangs, how his chest rose and fell with excitement. Lelouch had never been good at moving fast, which had infuriated Mao to no end during sex, but as he kept his slow movements he could feel that Suzaku was just enjoying the ride. And, somehow, that made the sex more like making love; even though neither boy had confessed to anything like that.

...

Lelouch stared at the black screen of the television afterwards, his face resting against Suzaku's warm chest. He listened to the sounds of Suzaku's heartbeat as he began to relax and enjoyed his fingers gently stroking his hair. It was a tender action that Lelouch was more than grateful for. A thought struck him and he let out a low groan of discontentment. "We should clean up before Cornelia gets home,"

End

No, this is not the last chapter. I have two more up my sleeves but I do hope you all enjoyed this one. I know you've been eagerly awaiting it. Until next time I bid you ado!