"It's been a while."

Lelouch lay immobilized as Suzaku – the older, dream version – laid his naked body over Lelouch's equally naked body and… yeah. It had been a while. This Suzaku hadn't shown up since Lelouch had banished him after he'd thought Genbu would keep Suzaku away from him. Lelouch had missed him somewhat, but his laundry bill hadn't.

"Lelouch?"

Suzaku's amused question snapped Lelouch out of his reverie. "Yes, it has. Welcome back." He stammered out formally. Suzaku chuckled and Lelouch frantically searched his memory to check if Suzaku had slept over that night.

Nope. He hadn't in a while, in fact. Maybe Lelouch's empty bed had brought back this fantasy and…

Lelouch bit back a whimper as Suzaku's tongue trailed up his neck to his ear. "Miss me?"

Lelouch resigned himself to sticky thighs and changing his sheets. "I did." He turned his head and captured Suzaku's lips in a way that he'd never dare kiss the real boy. He'd never really dated in high school (he and Shirley had danced around, never quite dating, but that had been enough to keep other potential suitors away from both of them) and only kissed a few girls, and the closest to a real kiss he'd ever had had been C.C. as 'payment' for her services (and Lelouch, fifteen at the time, had been completely revolted by it – more because it was C.C. than the kiss itself). But he had a vivid imagination and a lot invested and this kiss – wet and hard and full of battling tongues – was good enough, even if it was just in his mind, to send shivers down his spine.

Suzaku either laughed or shook and moaned into the kiss. "We're being awfully aggressive today, aren't we?" he teased as soon as he caught his breath. Lelouch was still breathing hard, holding Suzaku close and leaning in to capture his scent…

…it wasn't there. He frowned and pulled back. "What…"

Suzaku kissed his nose. "What's wrong?"

Lelouch shook his head. "Nothing." This was no longer arousing, which was just as well; with Suzaku clearly getting over his childhood crush, Lelouch should really get over this fantasy.

He thought he had, in fact. It had been months since his last erotic dream about Suzaku. Older Suzaku. Just… qualifying that.

Suzaku smiled and his hand slid down Lelouch's chest and this was the part that left Lelouch sticky and sweaty and really rather relaxed when he woke up. "This is still okay, though, right?" Suzaku asked, his smile turning wicked as his hand bushed against Lelouch's pubic hairs and twisted to grasp…

Nothing. Lelouch's firm grip on his wrist stopped him. "This has to stop."

Suzaku rolled his eyes. "This again?" He pouted and it was just as adorable as in real life. "I just got back…"

"I think we should see other people," Lelouch said with a wry smile. His chest hurt. "By which I mean I should see other people and you can play with your damn cat." …the filter between brain and mouth never really worked properly in dreams.

"Arthur?" Suzaku sounded incredulous. "You don't really think–"

"You know exactly what I think," Lelouch snapped. He was tired of explaining himself to… himself.

Suzaku seemed to get that. "You still think I'm a subconscious commentary manifestation of your libido?"

"…pretty much," Lelouch said. The fact that Suzaku expressed it that way was proof enough.

Suzaku just shook his head and chuckled. "I'm not, you know."

"Well, whatever part of me you are, you know what's happened between me and Suzaku since Arthur came and you know exactly how I feel about it, and you know as well as I do that I should just move on."

"You really don't get it," Suzaku said with a wry smile that Lelouch would never have envisioned on him, but looked… right. "I suppose you can't be blamed; you don't have enough information."

Lelouch gaped at him. "…what?"

Suzaku kissed him, deep and languid and different from all their other kisses and nothing Lelouch had ever experienced or imagined. "Ask C.C."

Lelouch was still reeling from the unexpected kiss (and how could it be unexpected, this was in his mind, this was of his creation, this was…) "C.C.?"

Suzaku groped him casually before getting up, giving Lelouch a lovely view of his body as he left. "Let me know when you figure it out."

"…how am I supposed to ask C.C. when she's not here?" Lelouch asked the empty room.

No answer.