Plans for Future
WARNING: Sibling love… and first kinky thoughts. Mentions of rape. And lemon.
Lelouch woke up with a strange feeling in his stomach.
Putting it down to hunger, he got up and took a change of clothes, prepared to take his morning shower before C.C. woke up and started bugging him.
But when the door of the bathroom opened…
It reminded Lelouch a lot of the day when he managed to shake off Kallen's suspicion that he's Zero.
There was a distinct female silhouette behind the curtain, but this one was long-haired, though it was quite nicely shaped as well…
"Um… hello?" Euphie sing-songed.
"Uh… Euphie, sorry. I forgot you're there as well."
Euphie chuckled, her still cyan-dyed hair peering out of the shower before her face, pink and glossy because of the warm water, peered out as well. "It's okay. You're my brother after all."
He shook his head, looking away. "I still shouldn't watch you showering."
There was something, something pretty much foul in him that wanted to watch Euphie. Maybe even… join her? For a while of sibling love…
He shivered.
Ugh! Lelouch! What the hell?!
"You okay?" Euphie asked anxiously.
"Yes, of course," he replied, avoiding her eyes. "I'm fine."
She smiled at him.
He started backing away toward the door.
"Um… Lelouch?"
"Yes, Euphie?"
"Could you please hand me a towel?"
"Sure."
He took the piece of smooth cloth, handing it over to Euphie.
She caught his wrist.
"Lelouch?"
"Yes?"
"You know I always did love you…"
He closed his eyes. "Yes."
Euphie paused for a while. "I still do." Her thumb was stroking his arm lovingly. "I just know it can't be in the way I thought I'd be."
He gulped and looked into her eyes, just few shades different from his. "I love you too, Euphie."
Euphie tugged at his wrist, jerking him closer.
She kissed him tenderly on the cheek, keeping her lips fast on his cheekbone for a time that seemed like eternity to Lelouch.
Lelouch kissed her cheek as well. She was soft, wet and she smelled of the strawberry soap Nunnally loved.
Nunnally.
Nunnally and Euphemia, Lelouch's soft spots. He would've done anything for them, if necessary.
Suzaku woke up, feeling uncomfortable for some reason. Then, when he realized what the reason was, he was so grateful to Princess Cornelia that she promoted him, because now he had his own flat in the garrison instead of just a bunk in a bunkroom.
He sat up, examining the huge wet patch below him.
Yes, Suzaku of all people had a wet dream.
Another funny fact is that he had dreamt about Kallen Stadtfeld of all people.
He didn't doubt it was because of their sudden consonance because of Cecile's jam sushi, more or less because the said food played a very interesting role in Suzaku's dream.
He ran a hand through his hair, feeling strange, embarrassed and dirty. Not just on outside, but deep inside he felt that there is something wrong about him.
Gentlemen don't dream about having sex with ladies, do they?
The truth was Suzaku never had this type of dream before. He wasn't the type to imagine women naked, speak nothing of imagining doing stuff with them.
He realized he remembers almost every detail of the dream, and blushed heavily when he recalled it.
That much rotten? Really? He? How?
He got up from his bed, taking off his dirty clothes and removing the bed sheets as well.
He needed to talk to someone about this.
He crammed all the stuff into his small personal washing machine and slipped into shower.
It was not like he had lot of people to discuss this kind of stuff with.
Turning the water on, he sighed and rested his forehead on the cold wall.
He stayed like that for a while, then turned the water off again.
He tried to concentrate and make that kinky voice inside his head shut up.
Because that voice was saying I need it! I need it! Give it to me! Kallen is so hot! Her breasts… oh geez! This girl makes me hard just by existing! Just let me fuck her, Mr. Decent! You want it as well!
Suzaku sighed. He was never thinking about that stuff before.
Well… maybe for a while, when he was in the worse stadiums of puberty. But those were just few dirty thoughts. Now he was simply hot for some action.
He moaned loudly, bashing his forehead on the wall lightly.
Was he just a sexually frustrated juvenile?
His phone rang, finally breaking his line of thoughts which were bringing him to fall even deeper into self-scorn.
He scrambled out of the shower, wrapping a towel around himself as we walked into his bedroom/kitchen/living room, aiming for his nightstand.
He picked the phone up and peeked at the caller's ID shortly before answering.
Lelouch.
"Kururugi."
"Are you awake, Suzaku?"
Euphie?!
An image of the princess lying on her bed swinging her legs in the air while clothed just in some nice lace underwear turned up in Suzaku's mind.
He quickly shook his head to dissolve it.
What was wrong with him today?
"Um, yes, yes I am, princess Euphemia. Obviously."
She chuckled into the phone. "Yes, you're right. However, Lelouch wanted to make sure you remember the emergency meeting of the student council. And I simply offered myself to remind you."
"Oh, the meeting?" Suzaku face-palmed. "Yeah, I remember. Breakfast meeting, right? At half past nine."
"Yes."
Suzaku glanced at his clock, finding out that he's late. "Well, I should get going. Thank you for the reminder, princess."
"Don't mention it."
He threw the phone aside and started fumbling for his clothes.
"Suzaku?" Milly sing-songed sweetly.
Suzaku looked up from the brochure Shirley just handed him. "Yes, madam president?"
"Could you please pick up that crate for me and put it on the table?"
"Yes, madam president," Suzaku nodded, standing up, not noticing Kallen in the chair opposite him who was parodying his assiduous behaviour.
She was in an abnormally bad temper today. She didn't sleep much. There was the persistent, irritating feeling that didn't let her sleep.
As Suzaku bent to pick up the wooden crate, Kallen found herself eying the boy's rear.
Well, wasn't this a nice… waaaait!
Kallen snapped out his her sleepy trance and face-palmed.
This was Suzaku! What the hell?!
A voice so similar to Milly's started whispering something like Come ooon, Kallen! This just is a nice butt, no point denying that!
She shook her head and wrote it off as strange behaviour caused by sleep deprivation.
"Hey, Kallen,"
She looked up at Lelouch. "Yes?"
"Could you lend us a hand in the kitchen?"
She shrugged and stood up. "Sure."
Lelouch nodded.
She noticed he wasn't his usual tidy and cool himself. His raven hair was a bit messy, his uniform jacket was undone, and his shirt was unbuttoned at his collar. And his eyes… were softer than usually. Not like two shining hard amethyst crystals, more like dew-stained petals.
She smiled a bit and shook her head at the parable. Sounded like a poet. Maybe she shouldn't spend so much time with that friend of Oghi's who keeps reciting old Japanese poems.
Lelouch fortunately didn't notice, having already turned and headed for the kitchen.
She sped up her pace to catch up with him.
"Madam president?!"
Everyone turned in time to see Milly's hand leaving Suzaku's butt it squeezed short time ago.
"What?" Milly asked innocently. "I just wanted to know whether it is as firm as it looks."
Suzaku's face turned red.
One Milly-like part of her wanted to ask Milly if it was, while the other one wanted to find out herself and other one took advantage of the situation to check up Lelouch's behind.
Oh gosh. She was beginning to turn into a Milly-level perv.
But, well, it was one of those crazy periods women had Kallen was just going through.
She took in a deep breath and followed Lelouch into the kitchen.
Suzaku stared into the crate.
"Are those…"
"Yes!" Milly yelped with a beaming smile. "Jelly fish!"
Suzaku took out a cylindrical container painted in bright colours.
Milly flipped it open and took out a violet-coloured piece of jelly shaped as a salmon.
"Elite among jelly animals!" she declared before dropping the sweet into her mouth. "Blackberries!"
Suzaku looked into the container and found it full of small pieces of jelly. "You ordered a whole crate of jelly fish?"
"Yeah," Milly nodded, taking out another jelly, this one bright red. "I love them, you know?"
She bit off the poor fish's tail.
"Strawberry!"
Suzaku smiled a bit. "Do you have to yell the flavour every time you eat one?"
Milly nodded. "Yes, that's what's so funny about them! I played this game with my cousin Anne."
Suzaku tentatively stuck his hand into the jar, taking out a brightly yellow jelly tuna. He flipped it into his mouth.
"Lemon!" he murmured, full-mouthed.
He had to admit, those jelly fish were delicious.
Milly patted his head affectionately. "Now you see the point," she said, taking out a blue one and yelping "Blueberry!"
She and Suzaku grinned at each other.
"Madam president," came Nina's flimsy voice (if you can call voice flimsy).
They both startled and looked at her.
She blushed at the sudden attention they gave her.
"Can I have one as well?"
Suzaku smiled and pointed the jar at her. "Sure, dig in."
"Thank you," she peeped and took out a red one, taking a tentative nip of it. With a little hesitating smile, she said, "Strawberry."
Milly winked at her.
Lelouch felt at ease.
He was cooking, and he liked cooking.
He stood at the counter, stirring the vanilla cream in a huge bowl, while Kallen behind him was cutting up tomatoes. Rivalz stood at the cooker, frying pancakes.
"Hey, you look good today, Kallen," Rivalz said suddenly.
Lelouch turned to see Kallen's reaction.
She stared. "Uh… excuse me?"
"I said you look good today," Rivalz repeated. "Do you feel better?"
"Ah," an expression of understanding crossed the girl's face. "Yes, I do."
Lelouch knew what Rivalz was talking about. Kallen pretended that she is sick, using it as an excuse for her absence while she was out fighting with the Black Knights.
"That's good to hear, Kallen," Lelouch said, assuring himself he does it for the general social reasons, not just to see her face.
As he predicted, she looked at least a bit overtaken.
"Uh…" her sea-blue eyes flashed between the two boys. "Yes."
Lelouch fought back a grin that was trying to reach his lips when he saw her taking a defensive stance.
We are not going to assault you, Kallen.
At least it wasn't in Lelouch's plan at this moment.
"Hey! The last batch's finished!" Rivalz called from his station at the cooker, slipping the last pancakes on the pile.
"Fine," Lelouch nodded, taking a bit of the cream on his spoon, testing it consistence. "The cream's finished as well; omelettes are done as well… what about the tomatoes and juice, Kallen?"
Kallen dropped the last quartered tomatoes into the bowl. "All done, sir," she said almost automatically.
Lelouch and Rivalz just grinned, while Kallen realized her slip, trying to cover it by giggling.
"Okay, let's take it to them, then."
"Considering you're a boy, Lelouch, you're a fucking good cook."
Lelouch just shrugged at Milly's comment.
"She's right," Shirley cheered, full-mouthed. "That cream's delicious, Lulu!"
Suzaku cut off a bit of his vegetable omelette, stabbing his fork into it and bringing it up to his eyes to examine the food.
"No mood to eat, Suzaku?" Milly whispered to him and winked.
"Not really," he answered truthfully, but still putting the bite into his mouth.
As far as his body was concerned, it wasn't food he needed.
His eyes wandered off to the ever so lifeless Kallen, who, surprisingly, was cramming her mouth with Lelouch's pancakes.
Well, better mouth full of his pancakes than his…
Suzaku shook his head.
She looked good today, her eyes shiny, but empty at the same time. It was weekend, so no one was bound to wear a uniform. Lelouch wore it, of course, as did Milly, but Kallen did not. She wore a shirt and a skirt, a type of clothing that, unfortunately from Suzaku's current point of view, didn't display her athletic body shape as much as it deserved.
"Taking pleasure in watching Kallen?" Milly asked mischievously.
"Whaaat? No!" Suzaku yelped, making everyone look at them.
Milly started laughing, Suzaku soon joining her while everyone else watched them, puzzled.
"Anyway," Milly said when she caught her breath again. "This is supposed to be a student council meeting, no matter how damn delicious those pancakes are, hail Lelouch."
Everyone smiled at the comment.
"I've asked you all to think out a theme for that party. And 'cause no one wants to be blamed for coming up with the idea, I'll present you with the themes without telling the author (I will use this as a leverage against you later)."
Although everyone felt terribly hungry for some reason, they all stopped eating for a while.
"Well, we can have: Masquerade party, Bunny Costumes party, Cross-dressing party, Swimsuit party, Hen Party – no boys allowed, Pizza Party and Worship party."
If you wondered, yes, Pizza Party was suggested by Lelouch and yes, C.C. was the one who brought up the idea.
Kallen frowned. "What is Worship party?"
Milly grinned. "That's a party where everything spins around a Queen Bee, in our case Euphie. That means that every boy has to dance with her, people will be bringing her gifts and giving her all their attention."
"Sounds like a terrible yawn," Kallen said.
"I won't say yawn," Shirley said, wide-eyed. "It's horrible!"
Lelouch nodded. "Even worse if you have to be that Queen Bee."
Suzaku looked at him. "Sounds like a voice of an experience."
"Yeah, we had Lelouch party," Rivalz nodded. "He got about… how many packs of condoms?"
Lelouch sighed. "I stopped counting at the tenth."
Kallen frowned. "Why condoms?"
Milly shrugged. "It crossed with the Safe Sex week."
Rivalz took a tomato and bit into it. "Hey, isn't another Safe Sex week soon?"
"A week after next week," Lelouch nodded.
"Why do you have a Safe Sex week?" Suzaku asked.
"Ashford's a college," Milly said as if it explained everything. "And boys and girls dorms are quite close."
"Oh."
Milly pouted. "Anyway, I want you to put up a vote whether we should let Euphie herself decide what kind of party she wants. So… who's game?"
Everyone rose their hands, except Lelouch, who had an ominous feeling Euphie will choose something like the Cross-dressing party just for the heck of it. And of seeing him in a dress.
Milly winked at him, as always knowing what was going on in his head.
"Lelouch, would you please call your cousin and ask her?"
Lelouch didn't answer, just slipped a hand into his pocket and fished out his phone.
Euphie sat on a couch with her legs fold beneath her, looking into the face of a certain lime-haired woman.
"So… you two date?"
C.C. shrugged. "It's not much emotional."
Euphie blushed. She never thought of Lelouch as the type to find a fuck-buddy. "I see."
Was he that emotionally hurt that he found this girl just so that he doesn't have to let anyone close?
C.C. didn't bother to stop staring at the princess emotionlessly.
She was dressed in the Ashford academy uniform, with her hair tied up into ponytails to keep up an appearance of Lelouch's… whatever.
"I can wait for him in his room," she offered to the cyan-haired girl.
Euphie blinked, but nodded. "Uh… okay."
C.C. got up and cleared out.
Well, that certainly shook Euphie's opinion of his brother. She still worshipped him, but… well…
Her phone rang.
Lelouch.
"Yes, Lelouch?"
"Hello, Euphie. The Student council just came to a decision… shut up, Milly! – Sorry – that it is you who should decide what kind of party you would like. We have some ideas for you."
Euphie nodded. "Speak."
"Well… the council suggests: Cross-dress party, Swimsuit party, Pizza party… umm… yeah, thanks, Nina… Bunny Costumes party, Masquerade, Hen party or Worship party."
"Oh," Euphie frowned a bit. "What is Worship party?"
Milly stole Lelouch's phone and explained it.
"I see," Euphie murmured.
Well, she definitely wasn't in for a masquerade; she got enough of this kind of balls at the court. She didn't like pizza much. And bunny costumes were sometimes just too… porny. This left hen party, but she wanted to have Suzaku and Lelouch there as well… so. Worship party, cross-dress party or swimsuit party.
She was sure Lelouch would not be happy with her if she chose something else than…
"I'm in for a swimsuit party," she said.
"Great!" Milly cheered into the phone.
"Can I… uh… talk to Lelouch again for a moment?"
"Yes, sure… Lelouch? Euphie wants to talk to you…"
After a while of scrambling sounds, it was Lelouch's a bit condescending voice that sounded from the phone.
"Yes, Euphie?"
Euphie cleared her throat. "Miss C.C. came to talk to you."
A while of silence.
"I see. Well, tell her I'll be home soon."
"Okay, Lelouch. Bye."
"See you."
Euphie bit back a snort and tossed her phone aside, standing up as a proper upset princess – stiffly – and went to inform C.C.
"You just do everything to make my life hard, don't you?"
C.C. just stared at him from her nest on his bed, on which she lay sprawled.
"To the contrary," she said softly. "I try to sweep obstructions out of your way."
He lowered his face into his hand. "Sometimes you yourself become an obstruction, C.C."
The lime-haired witch shrugged.
Lelouch just watched her.
Did he ever notice… that C.C. had quite a nice body shape?
"I don't like when you do that."
"What?"
"Stare."
He rolled his eyes. "I wasn't staring. I was thinking."
"You were thinking while staring at me."
Lelouch sighed and get out of his jacket.
"Have you thought about my theory?" C.C. asked.
Lelouch grumbled. "About the frustration?"
"Yes."
He threw the jacket over his chair. "I did."
"And?"
His hands fisted. "It… might be truth."
C.C. let her head fall to one side, giving her a bit randy appearance for some reason. "Do you want me to help you with it?"
Lelouch looked at her. "What?"
"I offer you my help."
Lelouch wasn't the blushing type, but now he almost did. "You offer me…"
"Myself."
"Why?"
"Because you are my contractor," she said simply. "I want you to live."
There was a hint of grin on Lelouch's face. "I won't die of sexual frustration."
"It might cause you to do stupid things while in command and die."
"Voice of experience?"
C.C. didn't reply.
They stayed silent for some time.
"Lelouch, I am going to make sure you won't be sexually frustrated anymore, with your permission or not."
Something flashed in his eyes. "You would rape me?"
A ghost of a smile crossed the lime-hair's lips. "No, Lelouch, because in some point you would give in and approve of it."
His eyes narrowed.
C.C. rolled to the side, showing him her back… and quite a nice behind.
"You can ask for it anytime."
"Do you really think I would?"
"No, I think that because of your stupid manly pride, you will deny the fact that you need me. That will cause you to either try to claim me without asking for it, or to try seducing someone else."
Lelouch couldn't say it wasn't true.
"Of course, there is still the easy way of relieving yourself, but you are too proud for that, aren't you, Lelouch."
Internally, he was furious. And embarrassed. And in bad need of good fuck.
He growled and walked away.
Milly Ashford was panting heavily, sweat-soaked.
Suzaku, who lay in very similar state beside her, let out a long moan.
"Milly,"
Milly smiled and sat up. "Wow, that was one hell of an exercise."
Suzaku sat up as well. "Military style." He wasn't panting as much as her, but he was out of breath as well.
Milly let herself fall on her back onto the mattress again. "Remind me," she panted, "to make a personal note about never asking you to show me how you do exercise in military academy again."
Suzaku smiled. "Will do, madam president."
"I would… do with all of the sit-ups," Milly continued, "But that… mile run… fuck."
Suzaku chuckled, watching Milly as she recovering herself.
She was quite hot in those shorts and tank top, covered with sweat and flushed.
She noticed him watching and grinned.
"Hey, what's that look?"
Suzaku blushed and looked away. "I'm sorry, madam President."
Milly watched him for some time before asking, "You're all hot for Kallen, aren't you? Or is it Euphie?"
The blush grew.
Milly jumped him from behind and hugged him, pressing her bosom against his back.
"Come on, Suzaku! Tell me!"
"I…"
"Madam President!"
Milly sighed as she turned to see Rivalz.
Aah, the smitten jealous dickhead! She was just going to get some juicy stuff out of Suzaku!
"Yes, Rivalz?" she asked.
"Arthur ate a whole jar of jelly fish and he spew on the invitation gift for Euphie!"
"Whaaa?!" Milly sprang to her feet. "Red code!"
FUN FACTS:
Some of Suzaku's thoughts about Kallen are what one of my friends started yelling after I showed him first episodes of Code Geass… the fact I found it quite funny might be the reason why I am writing this stuff… so thanks to Porridge IS Murder for this part.
All of the other is my imagination… and yes, I am Suzaku Kururugi's fan.
And yes, the lemon you were warned about WAS Suzaku saying lemon.