Syaoran carefully leant up and brushed his lips past Lelouch's cheek. The other looked at him incredulously. He gave the black haired boy a gentle smile.

Lelouch gritted his teeth and looked down insecurely.

"You don't want a replacement after all?"

"You really don't mind then?"

Syaoran shrugged again, neither affirmative nor turning him down. He gathered last time he had been just too surprised with what had happened. He hadn't really disliked it.

Not at all, actually.

"Then, I'll take my chance now," Lelouch leaned down and pressed his lips against Syaoran's neck, slightly sucking the same spot he found last time. Syaoran lay there relatively impassively for a while, wondering how to go about this. He hadn't really thought this through to this extent. Lelouch really didn't look like he could dominate even the most petite girl physically, but he certainly had the dominating personality. Still, Syaoran was not sure his pride could live it down to be dominated by someone like Lelouch.

When the raven tangled his fingers in Syaoran's hair and tugged slightly to get a response, he made up his mind. He grasped the other's shoulders and quickly rolled over, straddling the teen. He smirked at the small hint of relief flashing over Lelouch's face.

"Wanting someone like Suzaku, I'm sure you'd rather have someone on top of you than the other way around," Syaoran mentioned in a low voice.

Lelouch merely gasped when Syaoran slid his hands in his hair and started nibbling on his jaw. They were both well aware that actually kissing would be over the line for either of them, so they resorted to ghosting lips over every other bit of skin within reach. Lelouch groaned and slightly bucked his hips to meet Syaoran's groin.

Syaoran was a bit shocked to feel the other's erection against his own. Firstly because it brought back memories of that specific erection in an entirely different place, and secondly because he hadn't realized he had gotten this aroused from just a little making out with another man. He slowly grinded down against Lelouch's crotch, earning whimpers and moans from the young man.

"Suza... Syao..."

"I don't mind if you call out the wrong name," Syaoran whispered in his ear with a low voice, "I'm well aware of my position this time."

Lelouch bit down on the brunette's shoulder to muffle his moans, trying to increase his pace by bucking his hips more fervently.

"You must be really desperate," Syaoran breathed.

"How about you then," Lelouch suddenly snapped, watery purple eyes narrowing at brown, "you're trying to say you're relaxed and all? You do this all the time?"

He chuckled and leant down to nibble on the other's neck again, "no. Actually, I've never done anything alike before."

"You pull off the confidence-act rather well then."

"So it seems." He slipped one of his hands into Lelouch's shirt and trailed his fingertips lightly to his right nipple. Lelouch scrunched his eyes shut and moaned, quickly snapping his teeth onto Syaoran's neck again to muffle his sounds.

He lightly trailed his finger around the nipple, followed by pushing his thumb over the tip. A shudder went through the body underneath him. He raised his knees alongside Lelouch's hips so he wouldn't need a hand to keep himself up. His free hand quickly went to unbuttoning the other's uniform jacket. Lelouch's hands clamped down on his thighs, fingers digging into his flesh.

As soon as he managed to open the jacket he leant down and latched his lips on the hardened nipple. His left hand moved to the other nipple, while his right hand moved down between his legs to locate Lelouch's belt. His teeth grazed slick flesh and he lapped at it wetly with his tongue. The body underneath him squirmed and fingers dug deeper into his thighs. He quickly moved his mouth to the other nipple and sucked it lightly. He never knew a man could enjoy this so much, but it was a very nice thing to explore. An image of himself doing this to Sakura flashed through his mind and he shivered, feeling himself grow harder. He groaned and tried to repel the thought of doing impure things to his beloved.

Lelouch smirking up at him unsteadily didn't help though. "W- what are... ah.. you think...ing?"

"None of your concern," he answered a little sulkingly, biting down in the nipple to divert Lelouch's thoughts again. He moved his other hand down to help his fumbling hand opening the pale boy's trousers and swiftly scooted backwards to slide them down his legs. Taking his position on the other's knees, he leant down to nuzzle against the tent in Lelouch's boxers mischievously. Lelouch's hands flailed a little at the loss of Syaoran's thighs to clench down on before digging into the carpet. His body arched, pressing closer to the brunette's face. Whines escaped his lips before one hand shot up after all, his teeth digging in the side of his own arm.

Syaoran hesitated for a short moment, and then pulled down the boxers, letting the boy's erection spring free to his belly.

"Suuuu..."

"Why don't you finish that name," Syaoran breathed against Lelouch's length. He was here to make Suzaku realize Lelouch's feelings, not just make him jealous or make him turn away altogether thinking Lelouch was already taken. This was a gamble, and if it turned out the wrong way he would lose all possible cooperation of Lelouch he could hope for.

He licked the underside of Lelouch's erection, drawing out another moan from the raven haired boy. Maybe he should stop making these risky gambles. Last time didn't turn out too well either.

He latched his lips around the tip, deciding to go fully down immediately. He needed Lelouch to say the right name. Also, he was dying to get some attention himself. He relaxed his throat and moved down completely, burying his nose into black curly hair. He steadied the bucking hips with firm hands before he would be choked.

"Suzakuuu..." If he could have smirked with an erection down his throat, he would have. He pulled up and lapped at the tip, catching his breath, before moving down again. The muscles of his throat worked furiously around the blood filled organ.

Lelouch's lips now kept spilling that name with moans and whines. His hips trembled underneath pinning hands, no match for Syaoran's strength but still desperately trying. Syaoran felt a slight whine leave his own throat when he pulled up, his own need aching to be touched. He wanted to look up at Lelouch's face, hoping desperately the other would return the favor this time, but he knew his eyes would be an immediate turn-off for the raven head. All but the eyes.

A hand clenched down in his hair, fingers tangling with messy brown locks in desperate movements.

He could move up and demand attention. He could turn around, making Lelouch return the favor while he was still at it. He could touch himself. But even in the heat of the moment, he realized that doing so while being watched would mean Rolo would kill him without second thought for real – no matter how, he was sure to be good – and if his gamble turned out well and Suzaku would come for Lelouch, the knight would never ever forgive him.

So instead he sunk down again, moaning into curly black hair to add vibrations which had seemed to work wonders last time too, and worked his throat until the muscles started cramping in protest. Lelouch's body curled, his shoulders hunching forward until he sat up over Syaoran's head and he managed to moan and cry out at the same time. Suzaku's name left his lips loud and clearly – unmistakable for any hidden microphone – as his body shuddered and rocked in his orgasm.

Syaoran quickly moved back until only the tip was in his mouth, sucking and swallowing the warm liquid where it wouldn't go down the wrong way in his throat immediately. He lapped the softening erection clean with his tongue, only daring to look up now.

Lelouch lay sprawled on the floor, covered in sweat, and panting like he just ran a marathon. His eyes opened tentatively after a while, looking up at Syaoran's deep brown gaze.

He slowly moved to sit up, reaching for the brunette who was still seated on his knees, "I will..."

The door slammed open, crashing into the wall with a deafening noise. Syaoran was on his feet and ready to defend himself in a heartbeat, flushing just the slightest bit at the poking length tenting his uniform trousers. Lelouch gasped and stuttered, grabbing his jacket to cover himself.

Suzaku looked quite a bit like a bull seeing red. His entire face was red and sweat dripped down the sides of his face. He was breathing harshly, his eyebrows slanted down into a very angry frown.

When he didn't move for a moment, Syaoran dared to take a step to the side, revealing a bit more of Lelouch to the angry eleven.

"What the fucking hell are you doing," Suzaku spat. He strode forward with two large steps, reaching to grab Syaoran's collar. Syaoran ducked away smoothly and moved around the other brunette cautiously. Suzaku only got angrier at his evasion and jumped forward, a fist raised to knock Syaoran down.

Syaoran was able to easily block the punch with his arm, and he moved again so his back was to the door. He had no intention of fighting here. But neither did he want Suzaku following him out when he left the scene to let these two get things sorted out.

Suzaku lunged and Syaoran took his wrist, quickly spinning out of the way and making Suzaku run into the wall. The other must be quite the opponent when less aggravated, but right now Suzaku was too confused to focus. Syaoran felt a little hindered by his non-withering erection, but his head was clear and he knew his goal. He stepped forward and turned Suzaku's arm on his back, pulling him backwards and moving the stumbling man towards the pale Lelouch on the ground.

"Try talking to him instead of attempting to smash my brain," he hissed into the eleven's ear. "I'm sure he's more than willing to explain at least my motives, hopefully also his own."

Suzaku struggled in his grip, but Syaoran knew what he was doing. Syaoran huffed and planted his knee in the small of Suzaku's back, his hands slipping to keep his wrists until the man had finished toppling onto Lelouch – who squeaked in indignation. He quickly turned and dashed for the door, knowing Suzaku couldn't get up quickly enough to catch him without hurting the man he was now lying on top of.

Dashing past the surprised Rolo at least made him feel confident that the little brother had not seen their little show. He just dearly hoped the boy hadn't noticed the tent in his trousers while he passed either.

I made it impossible for myself to make them kiss. I hate myself, I love the kissing parts because they can hold so much emotion.