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Chapter Eleven: Madness and Sins

'Of course you aren't afraid; that's the angel instinct getting the better of you. But you shouldn't be so accepting of the truth, Suzaku. It's dangerous and it's tempting me to corrupt you even more,' Lelouch thought to himself sullenly, despite the facts he was still trapped in a rather fervent kiss with the male he was mentally berating. They were moving, with an amount of gracelessness that would have normally repulsed the sinful one, up the stairs to the bedroom. He let out a surprised little hiss when he felt his back hit the doorknob to his room but didn't move to break the kiss. 'Damn; for a kid who has only been kissed once he certainly seems to know what he's doing.' He thought dazedly as Suzaku's tongue took the chance to press into Lelouch's mouth. He mewled softly and let his own pink tongue dive forward into Suzaku's mouth. When they pulled away, both panting, Lelouch smirked a little bit. "You ate some toast before you came over, didn't you?" He asked softly.

"Is that a power of yours? You can see a persons' past?" Suzaku asked with a small smirk, leaning a little closer so that he and Lelouch's body's were that much closer. For a moment Lelouch contemplated grinding his hips into Suzaku's and demanding they cut the ideal chatter but decided against it; acting like a needy little thing would be too embarassing and he was the one who initiated the conversation in the first place. He smirked and tilted his head up, his lips just centimeters from Suzaku's.

"I could taste the butter and bread in your mouth," He whispered before lightly poking his tongue out and licking at the brunette's lower lip. He saw Suzaku blush but also heard a small, guttural moan come from the back of the male's throat. He then slipped back, his hand finding the doorknob, and pushed it open. He walked in backwards, one of his fingers indicating for Suzaku to follow. He was more than pleased when Suzaku quickly caught up to him and mashed their lips together again. "Does that disappoint you?" He asked in a hushed tone when they broke away for air.

"A little but I'm sure you could compensate for that in some way," Suzaku said with a sly smirk. Lelouch was again stunned by just how damn good the kind was at being devioous and sexy. Was it possible that Suzaku wasn't as pure as Lelouch previously thought or did he just have an excellent poker face? Lelouch smirked a bit and decided that his second option made the most sense; Suzaku was a modern high school student who had modern high school student friends, after all.

"Well I'm sure I have a way to make it up to you," Lelouch purred out, sitting on the side of the bed calmly. He then grabbed the front of Suzaku's shirt, pulled him on top of him and kiss him again. The second their lips locked their tongues slipped out, eagerly playing and taunting the other. Being pressed between Suzaku and the mattress was something Lelouch had silent mused during his moments in solitude over the past days but he hadn't imagined how delightfully warm the young angel's body would be nestled against his. "Suzaku." He purred lowly, one of his hands sliding into Suzaku's hair while the other slid up the back of his shirt. He felt the tanned flesh shutter and the muscles flexed under his touch.

"You hands are kind cold," Suzaku huffed in a low tone. Despite the temperature of the pale fingers caressing his smooth skin it was clear the contact was pleasing to him. Suzaku had heard from his friends that foreplay was no fun but he had to disagree; even the lightest of touch from Lelouch was driving him up the wall and making him feel dizzy with desire.

"Would you like me to take them back?" Lelouch asked with husky quality to his tone, his index finger just skimming along Suzaku's spine to the small of his back. He delighted in the needy groan that came from the other and the shiver that rocked his entire frame. Despite his years, Lelouch had never really conducted sexual actions with anyone, be they human or a creature from another world. He had never seen a point getting close, given his life span being so much grander than any human who he was interested in. But Suzaku... Once that angel's blood kicked in he'd live until the day a demon ripped his wings off and Lelouch knew he'd be able to keep any damned demon from laying so much as a finger on a single feather on the white wings that would appear. Suzaku leaned forward and nipped at Lelouch ear, causing him to moan lightly. "I'll take that as a no. Take of your shirt so I have a better view and reach of you." He stated in a gentlye voice.

The emerald eyed mal complied but was a little embarassed. While he felt like a fire was brewing in his gut and pure electricity was shooting through his veins instead of blood Lelouch seemed rather unruffled. He watched with half hooded eyes as those pale, cool fingers crawled over the newly exposed skin, two fingers catching a nipple and rolling it in a teasing manner. Suzaku gasped then growled, silently deciding that he was going to force a reaction out of the ebony haired male as well. "What about you, Lelouch? Shouldn't you get undressed a little too?" He panted out shakily.

"You do have a point there. I haven't been showing very good manners," He hummed musically before calmly slipping out of his shirt, tossing it over to the floor where it fluttered on top of Suzaku's. He could feel those dark green orbs scanning over him, searching for any imperfections and drinking in the sight. "I'm a rather speedy healer; I don't even have a scar from where you removed the feather for me." He explained calmly.

"Is that a special thing about being you?" Suzaku asked as he leaned back over, holding himself up with his hands while he settled into the mold of Lelouch's body. Lelouch's legs calmly spread and rested on either side of the other boy's hips, letting their groins be left to touch throgh the fabric of their trousers. Lelouch slid one hand up, stroking the side of Suzaku's face with just his fingertips.

"If I drink blood then I heal quicker. That's why I had you bring in the wine bottle for me," He said gently. He expected a disgusted grimace to mar Suzaku's handsome face and spoil the mood but instead his fingers were gently brought to the pale pink lips of the other, skin lightly brushing skin. It was such an affectionate gesture that Lelouch felt heat rise to his cheeks and his gaze shifted to the side. This both stunned and thrilled the young boy hovering over him; sweet, sensual touches seemed to be the paler male's weakness, the ticket to make Lelouch's pulse quicken.

Suzaku kissed him again, angling his head a bit to make it deeper than the previous ones. Lelouch opened his mouth and their tongues tangled, more caressing and stroking than battling for dominance. It was most likely because Suzaku had already taken charge and was clearly dominating over Lelouch, given his superior strength and that he was the one hovering a bit over the mattress. One of Suzaku's fingers slid over Lelouch perk pink nipples. He taunted it in a similar fashion to how Lelouch had done to him, grinning into the kiss at the weak mewls that tumbled from the other.

'Delightful... It's so nice; the closeness, the friction, his presence... Simply addictive,' Lelouch thought vaguely, his mind beginning to clog up. He fell into a state where he was only somewhat aware yet also hyper-sensitive; a state that contradicted itself in a way he would normally be unable to tolerate. He was aware of very little except feeling; the feel of Suzaku pressed against him, the feel of his pants and black briefs being inched down from his body, and the final feeling of being connected to someone else in an extremely intimate and unfamiliar way.

...

Emil could literally feel his wings trembling with rage as he stood on the roof of the building across from Lelouch's little shop, watching the silhouettes moving in a fiery, passionate dance through the window. His son had been tricked, decieved, by his worst enemy! "This will not stand, Suzaku," He whispered to the night air. He knew his son wouldn't hear him, not given he was far too involved in his current acts with that walking temptation but he felt better pretending. He glared harder at the moving shadows, fists clenched tightly, and let out an low growl that was more akin to a rabid beast than a furious parent. "And you, too, Lelouch. It appears the time to put you out of your misery is upon us. As soon as Suzaku's angel blood kicks in, as soon as he is forced to accept his heritage, he will hlp me drag you down, whether he wants to or not. You never should have tried to pull my son in to this and hoped to turn him against me, you filthy cur; that was crossing the line!" He snapped ratherfully.

As he stood their, his little speech made, he clamped his eyes shut tightly and remembered the better times. When he had met Rin he hadn't been attracted to her for her looks or her innocence; be an angel he was not that cliche. He was attracted to the woman he met because she had told him the first day they met he had no chance with her. She had been the first girl to ever shoot him down and it was then, at that very moment, he realized just how much he loved the way she was so headstrong and had so easily rejected his first few attempts. When he finally did win her heart and got the ring on her finger he knew a joy that years of protecting the innocent had never been able to really give him.

The day Suzaku was born had been another such occurance. He had married Rin to have a child, yes, but he never knew he would become so bound to the little bundle the nurse would hand him. For a moment he had just held the small squirming child uncomfortably, as if he was not the father but a close male friend suckered into attending the birth, but then when he saw the little wisps of thin, curled chestnut locks and those bright, big forest green spheres looked up at him he realized that he wanted to protect Suzaku, wanted to support Suzaku, and some day he wanted to train Suzaku to stand by his side in the fight against the shadows. But now he knew his dreams were falling apart at the seems, shattering into a thousand tiny pieces, all because of his son's naivety and Lelouch's existance.

He opened his eyes and blinked a few times, seeing a peculiar figure hovering in front of the store. A girl was standing there and he saw a small flash. She was taking pictures of the store front? That was certainly bizarre, given the hour and that it was a young girl. Her hair was a pale pink, much like bubble gum. She turned around calmly, her garnet tinted irises gleaming with a coat of boredom. Her hair was in a bizarre fashion, a gold headband seperating the front and the back from one another. She wore a pink dress with what appeared to be a crimson colored shirt with long sleeves that reached her wrists underneath it. It was paired with white and pink striped socks and pink shoes that reminded him of what Alice from that animated Disney flick wore. She shifted, lifted her head, and met his gaze. Emil felt his heart freeze in his chest; normal humans could only see an angel if their wings were bound into their backs. "Hello, Emil," She said softly. It was less that he heard her but rather that he read her lips. She then gave a small smile, a light and airy giggle, then turned on her heels and began walking down the near empty streets of Tokyo. All Emil could do was watch her figure retreat and shiver, wondering if that girl was a friend or a foe.

...

C2 had enjoyed her time staying in the shadow realm with Kallen after such a long space of time since her last visit. Though Lelouch was wise, mature, and capable of getting blood on his own if he needed it she still fussed after him. Marianne the demoness, or "Mother" as he had once called her, was still alive and looking to remove her son from existance before he could lead the angels in a hunt after her. C2 was a lot better at sensing other creatures than Lelouch was, given he was still a rookie despite his years under her teaching, and she couldn't let him be killed because she felt like going out. She chose to leave shortly before she knew the Kururugi would be leaving as well; as long as Lelouch hadn't gone and started mocking Emil to his face she figured he'd be safe for a two weeks while she was away. Not to mention she'd been missing Kallen terribly, since she could only take a cat form in the human realm and Kallen was not fond of going to the shop when it wasn't a necessity. Lelouch was a kind man to his people but the decor of the shop was welcoming to none.

She walked along the sidewalk calmly, ignoring the people as she breezed past. The gate to the shadow realm was on the complete other side of town then the shop, which she'd always found rather strange. Lelouch had said, "None of the buildings close to the portal were available at the time and I find moving to be a hassle." She had summed it up to him being lazy and not wanting to be reminded of how untalented he was at any physical labor. She had let the discussion fall when he offered to order a pizza if she'd shut up.

A shiver ran up her spine and she jolted up when she felt hands on her sides. She looked up to be met with dark red eyes that reminded her of the color of blood. She sniffed the person holding her, deciding if they were a sinner or a pure soul, and she almost gagged at the scent. 'Too... much... Too many sins! Marianne!' Her mind shrieked as the cold pang of realization hit her. She tried to struggle or screech but the smell of sins was too strong, halting her voice and paralyzing her body. If a person's soul bore too many sins it was no good for her kind and worked as a sort of weakness; it was the kryptonite of her race. She could taste fear in her mouth as the young girl Marianne had possessed walked into a nearby alley. There were so few people left wandering the streets that no one noticed or cared.

Once in the alley the young girl knelt down behind a trash can, one hand pressing C2 to the ground while the other pulled a small folding pocket knife from a pouch of the dress. "I haven't seen you since the day Lelouch was born, C2, and here you are trying to run away? Do you really think I'd hurt you?" She asked in a tone of mock-hurt. She flipped the blade open calmly with her thumb and smirked wickedly down at the paniking mass of fur beneath her. "It appears you've lost your manners. What a shame. I guess I'll just have to teach you a lesson and then send you with a message for that ungrateful son of mine."

End

This chapter was short but I hope the last chapters length can make up for it. Sorry my updates have been taking so long; I'm currently hunting for a job so I can have money! College won't pay for itself, after all. Okay, so the next chapter might take a while because it will be extremely long and will be the final chapter. Yes, that's right; the next one is going to be the last the one! But since it will be tying up everything it should take me a while to type and be an extremely long chapter. Well, tell me what you felt about this chapter and I hope to see you next time and in my future projects!