Turn 5.3 Canon Omake "What WAS CC doing?"
The internet is humanity's greatest invention since brick oven pizza.
News, pornography, communication.
Hmm, sounds like the doorbell.
I walk over, and there it is. My personal slice of heaven. Three hot pizzas, all with a variety of toppings.
And no Lelouch to swipe slices.
Much as I like him, the things he does to pizza are sacrilege.
I mean, scotch bonnet? Scorpion powder? Ghost pepper?
I'd spank him if I wasn't sure he'd enjoy it.
Hmm, not a bad idea.
"Yoo hoo! CC!"
Oh god. Please tell me it's not her.
"I know you can hear me. I felt you in C's world."
Maybe if I ignore her, she'll go away.
...What am I thinking? She's NEVER done that.
I sigh as I lay back in the comfy chair upstairs. "Hello Marianne."
"Now don't be like that CC. Haven't we known each other long enough? I missed our conversations."
"Conversations? More like you badgered me and forced me to listen."
"I seem to recall your being more enthusiastic when I convinced you to wear that corset."
...Merde. Lelouch gets it from her. I facepalm at the realization. No wonder he's such a pervert. I can tell she's smirking right now.
"Is there a point to this? Or did you just pop in to say hi and annoy me?"
"I missed you too, you green haired menace. Well, I'm also here to ask about my boy."
"Just your boy? Not your daughter?"
"Oh who cares about her? She's so dependent on Lelouch that her value is minimal. Well, perhaps if my original plan for her went through..."
And there it is. The callous bitch that Marianne Vi Britannia is behind the scenes.
Maybe it's just dealing with the devil may care attitude of her son, or his audacious honesty in his megalomania, but I'm wondering what the hell was I thinking working with her?
"Nunnally may yet surprise us all. Her brother thinks she has potential." I say as I work my way through a slice.
"Ouu! Pizza! What kind is it? Anya rarely eats pizza."
Anya? Anya Alstreim? That little girl who was taking lessons at her house?
"I'm thanking whatever god there is that there's an ocean separating us. Because knowing you, you'd steal my pizza just to get a rise out of me."
I know, because she used to do it all the time.
Perhaps that's why. Because she was interesting, even if she was completely insane. And as Lulu (and I cannot stop laughing every time I hear him called that) said, boredom is the eternal enemy of immortality.
"Besides, your boy is doing well."
"Oh? What's he been up since he killed Clovis? That was...unexpected seeing him like that."
So they know how he looked when he died.
"Considering what that fop did to me? He got off lightly."
I was concerned momentarily that I'd picked up another Mao.
But then I saw his eyes.
There was a burning fire in them. He didn't make Clovis literally deface himself out of obsession with me.
He did it out of sheer fury.
He said it was to seal our contract. And I knew he meant it. It was both vengeance and principle.
And by the gods it made me wet.
It was emotionally cathartic. And then to offer mercy as though he was an executioner asking for permission from a lord to dispense justice?
I wanted to shove him down and fuck him right there. Mao was a deranged child. Lelouch is a man with a dream and the will to make it happen.
Because it's his principles, his raw energy, his purity of ideals, his sheer charisma and presence...it's intoxicating.
"CC? What has you so worked up? I can tell you're fantasizing over someone."
Hahahaha. Oh yes. I'm going to enjoy this. I've almost never gotten the chance to one up Marianne. I'm going to savor this.
"Just remembering spending time with my new lover." I say nonchalantly.
"Mmm. Details, you limette skank. Who's your new boy toy?"
"Well, just sit back and I'll show you how it felt, and then tell you afterwards."
Oh gods, she's clapping. I can feel her giddy perversion.
Revenge is mine, bitch.
I lay back, teasing my voluptuous breasts, running a hand along my thighs.
Remembering his kiss, his mouth.
Hmm. That reminds me. I should see if he's going to make a move on that redhead or his boyfriend.
Oddly enough, Marianne of all people would be my go-to person for gay porn watching. Psychotic bitch that she is, she always did have the best commentary.
"Did I mention, that he's bisexual?" I say with a moan.
"Oh yes. Tell Mari more, you dirty slut."
I'm almost sorry for what I'm about to do.
"He's hung, energetic, and he loves foreplay and teasing." I say as I flick a nipple.
Huh, speak of the devil. Look who just walked in.
He's confused, and amused at finding me with my shirt open.
I hold up a finger to shush him as I gesture for him to move behind me.
"You're so lucky! Charles won't touch this body. God I miss getting fucked for hours." she whines in my head.
"Yes Marianne, Lelouch is quite the stud."
"Yes my boy is...LELOUCH?!"
Her confusion and utter embarrassment and humiliation...
I'm actually getting off from this.
Then again, considering how much hell she, Charles, and VV put me through?
"Well Marianne, you know what they say. Payback is a bitch. And so am I." I say with a victorious smirk as I see Lelouch's eyes light up in understanding as he struggles to not laugh at this.
"You! You! I can't believe you! You made me feel my own son fucking you!"
"As your son would say: 'Worth it.'" I say as he finally cracks up and starts laughing.
"Wait...is that...? He's here?! He heard this?!"
Lelouch is currently unable to stand from laughing so hard.
I run my hand down his crotch like a cat.
He keeps laughing, but undoes his pants to comply.
"Yes. He heard. And he's just as big a pervert as you."
(He doesn't know about the Sword. Or your real ambition. But he does know that you're still around because he was listening to our conversation. Though not the part about your host.) I think at her as I rip his underwear off.
"Hey! That was silk!" He yelps.
I silence him with my thighs over his face as I ride him.
"Charles will be glad to hear that. But that doesn't excuse you doing that to me!"
"Marianne, kindly do me a favor and fuck off for awhile. I'm about to take it up the ass from your boy, and I'd rather you not ruin the experience." I say half exasperated, half panting.
His stamina still isn't great, but he's getting better every time. Give him some time in the gym? He'll be going all night.
I laugh as Marianne shrieks in outrage and vanishes from my perception.
I lay back next to him, giggling as I squeeze him like an oversized teddy bear.
"Oh thank you. Thank you. I've been trying to get her back for YEARS! Hahahaha!"
He's smiling. Most men would be weirded out at that conversation. Most men would be feeling sick at knowing the woman they're sleeping with just used them to tease their mother.
Lelouch Vi Britannia...is not most men.
"Should I be more concerned about Anya showing up or you using me to mess with my mother?" He says, trying to catch his breath from laughing and the queening I just gave him.
Marianne and Charles really have no idea what they're up against.
"The first won't happen unless you take Japan or they're in danger of losing. And your mother deserved that for letting me rot. Even if she was fun at times."
He licks his fingers to taste my juices, purring.
"So now I'm being compared sexually against my own mother? You really are a devious little cunt." He says while kissing my neck.
Even his swearing is affectionate.
...I might be starting to fall for this lunatic. And I can't bring myself to care.
I pull my shirt off, pulling off my soaked panties and skirt next.
I pounce on him, grinding on his chest as I slide down, his hard cock wet as I drop to my knees.
"Aside from being a man, and thus not comparable?" I quip as I suck on his balls, making him grip the bed with a gasp.
"You're a much more generous lover than she was."
He puts his hand over his face as he shakes his head.
"I really did not need to hear that, CC." He sighs.
I hum on his shaft as I wink at him.
"Ahh!"
I slowly move my head up, smiling at him. "What can I do to make it up to you?" I say coquettishly, batting my eyes.
He starts laughing again, then sinks down to eye level.
"Don't ever bring up my parents again in a sexual context..."
I nod. That's quite reasonable considering.
"And 2nd?"
He then pulls my legs up, spreads and starts licking. My face looking up as he holds me up by my legs.
I gasp and whimper at his touch. Damn his sexy serpent's tongue.
"You mentioned something that I've been wanting to do since we first met." He spanks both my asscheeks and then kisses them, his wet lips making me blush from the sensations on the red skin.
How? How is he so damn good?!
He winks at me as he flicks his tongue across my anus.
"Your ass is a work worthy of immortalization in marble."
I bask in his worship. I've had many lovers, but the ones who put their partner's pleasure before their own?
Those are the keepers.
I'm over 600 years old. I've seen empires fall. I've helped empires rise. I've seen great men and women.
And I've seen them turn into monsters with or without Geass.
"Ahh!" I gasp as he fingers me, coaxing the O ring open.
While I have done dry before on occasion, it's nice to see he knows enough to prep me.
And seven years is a long time.
He sets me down, pausing to pull out a toy, some lubrication, and some massage oil.
I gleefully lay back on my stomach to let him work.
Sometimes a girl just wants to be pampered. I sigh as his skinny arms work on the knots on my back.
Hmm, his technique is decent. Not enough strength, but he's mentioned he's setting up a workout routine.
Of course, he also said he would like me to join him. Because apparently gym is more fun with friends.
And sneaky bastard that he is, has offered my pick of things to do in the bedroom, and handmade pizzas.
"So what's on the agenda?" I sigh as he unwinds a particularly rough knot.
"We're waiting on Cornelia right now. I'm expecting her to take action and hit the ground running. Ohgi has been told to keep an ear to the grapevine. I'm securing more funding and resources."
I chuckle. Given what I know of him, there's two ways I know he's using for sure.
"Gambling and Geass?" I say sardonically.
He nips my ear lightly. "Is it gambling if I know I'll win?" He whispers.
He sighs as he lays next to me. "It's going to be harder to predict what's going to happen as this goes on. The more I disrupt things, the less foresight I have."
He strokes my hair as he shakes his head slowly. "I'm not that concerned with my own demise. But neither am I altruistic enough to sell it cheaply."
He looks me in the eyes, his amethyst spheres piercing.
"I have set myself a task only a genius or a madman can accomplish. And I know not which I am. CC... do you believe in me?"
The others haven't seen it. Not yet. He hasn't opened up enough yet.
He's just as damaged as Suzaku. Just not in the same way.
The other life, the man whose will reinforces his and is one with him. It wasn't enough. He's still scarred.
"There are those in Japan that say a sword without a scabbard becomes a rusted sword caked with blood. Unable to tell friend from foe." I say as I pull him into a hug.
"I saw the seed of greatness in you before you changed. I still see it now."
I hold his face by the sides. "I believe in you, Lelouch Vi Britannia. I believe you can be a hero if you can bear the weight."
I kiss him deeply, as silent tears run down his face.
If those who love him fall...I fear that something inhuman will arise.
He caresses my cheek. "I...will free you. I will find a way to break your curse. I demand C's world release you as my price." He says, his voice steadying.
I blink, eyes streaming tears.
"You stupid insane megalomaniacal boy..." I whisper.
"I will destroy the Codes." He says, his eyes burning. That same fire that I saw when he murdered his half brother.
All men are indeed not created equal, Charles.
We cuddle for abit. As I feel myself drifting into slumber, I say quietly:
"Someone like you shouldn't exist. But you stand nonetheless, in defiance of the world. And I won't let you be snuffed out by your dream. You are MINE, Lelouch." I say as I smile, holding his head to my chest.
Anal will have to wait another night. For now?
Tonight is for pleasant dreams.
End of turn.
