The writer in me is not dead...
It's been a long month of work, rainy days, and relatives (as much as I love them) who have over-stayed their welcome. Anyway, I do plan on doing some massive updates in 2011 for my stories. I am determined to finish ones like Of Gods and Kings and Higanbana.
My Dreams, Your Nightmares - AU sequel to The Wager
It was ten minutes to midnight when Zero finally adjourned the meeting. Half of his Black Knights were struggling not to appear exhausted (with the exception of Tamaki who was laying face down in a small puddle of drool). He too was feeling fatigued as his subordinates, but the ominous mask concealed the dark circles forming under his eyes from continuous lack of sleep.
Two days had passed since they liberated the child Empress of the Chinese Federation from a political marriage with Britannia’s First Prince. He managed to foil Schneizel’s plot this time, but it came with a heavy price: the loss of Kallen - now a prisoner of war - and possibly his identity. Zero wasn’t so certain of the latter, since Sayako was still posing as his double and he had used his Geass on both Schneizel and his aide de camp. Still, it wasn’t like he ordered his brother to forget his face.
After what happened to Euphie, he really should have been more cautious with his words when the mask was off. Under his cape, Zero’s hands curled into tightly clenched fists and resisted the urge to pound the walls of his private quarters. He refused to show any sign of weakness, even in front of C.C. - his closest confident - who trailed after him like a shadow after they left the conference room. There were some secrets even he wanted to keep from her; accidentally using Geass to order his brother to fuck him was one of them.
Without a word to the immortal witch, he entered his bedroom and activated the door to close and lock behind him. She would just have to make do on the sofa for the night. That is if she planned to sleep or gorge on several boxes of pizza while watching some drama series Kaguya got her addicted to. He stared longingly at the sight of his bed, and quickly stripped out of the Zero guise, not caring that the rest of his quarters was going to be turn into a landfill come morning. He didn’t care. All Lelouch Lamperouge could think about now, as he gratefully took refuge beneath the covers, was getting some much deserved rest.
The digital alarm clock sitting on the nigh stand was reading 11:58, and as he waited for sleep to take him, Lelouch counted down the remaining seconds. During that brief time, Lelouch wondered what he would dream about. Not that it really mattered, dreams were only misty notions meant to fade away when he came to wake. Still, if he could choose… he would dream of Nunnally and the light she brought to his dark existence.
Light and Dark…
Black and White…
As his eyes began to close, he imagined himself sitting back in the palace of the Forbidden City, facing off against his brother. He could vividly remember his confusion and horror, when Schneizel smirked at him, setting down the white king in front of his own piece. Those lavender eyes seemed to devour him completely and Lelouch could not resist as he was pulled forward. His brother had won the game, and he… was the prize.
‘Checkmate’
Of Gods and Kings - ch.3 - Schneizel x Lelouch excerpt (NC-17)
Lelouch awoke with a low moan as a hard cock slid into him without the aid of lubrication save for seed left behind from their previous session. Before his single eye took in the sight of Schneizel, his hands had already sought out the man’s face, pulling it closer towards him. Their lips moved together hungrily, tongues dueling, as they gasped and breathed around the intense kiss. In the back of the teen’s mind, he still couldn’t believe how much he enjoyed being ravished.
Ever since he was a child, Lelouch always believed that the natural purpose of sex was only for procreation. As he grew into an adolescent, when it was expected for any warm blooded male to have uncontrollable hormones, the former Eleventh Prince never allowed his body’s needs to control him. Although awkward and embarrassing as hell at first, Lelouch found that he enjoyed experimentation… with Suzaku Kururugi. It worked out well enough, in bed his friend was a fast learner and eager to please. Though good things don’t last forever, and it was all work and no play once more.
When he had learned of everything lost in the aftermath of the Black Rebellion, the only pleasure Lelouch took comfort in was being Zero. As long as he was the Black King, the cast away prince could move forward and take control of his destiny. Sex would have been something he could easily have lived without, but those days seemed light years away from his present…with Schneizel El Britannia.
The young prince was the first to break away for air, when he felt his partner pull him into a sitting position. His nails dug into the skin of the blonde’s shoulders as large hands sought out his thighs, spreading them widely apart. Schneizel surged his hips forward causing Lelouch to arch his back, crying out as he was swiftly impaled.
Schneizel didn’t even wince at the new set of scratches that adorned his shoulder blades. Instead, he wrapped an arm around his paramour’s slim waist, pulling him even closer. His lips descended onto the sensitive skin over his sibling’s throat and attacked without mercy. Lelouch hissed, wrapping trembling limbs tightly him for support.
“Are you already at your limit?” the young emperor queried.
His lover didn’t answer. He didn’t need to with the growing wetness between their superheated bodies. It seemed Lelouch still needed lessons in stamina and fortunately for him, his older brother was still the patient and doting mentor. Those lust-filled uncovered eye narrowed in suspicion as a broad smirk appeared on his face. Without withdrawing from Lelouch’s warm entrails, Schneizel somehow managed to stand up from the bed while holding the shorter struggling young man closer to his chest.
“S-Stop!” he commanded the 99th Emperor of Britannia. “Where the hell are you going? Put me down now!”
Such audacity... although he usually gave into his beloved sibling’s demands, Schneizel ignored him and proceeded towards the bathroom. If Lelouch were a feline, his adorable black ears would be laid back, his fur bristling in all direction, and tail twitching in annoyance. It was a pleasing mental image to the former Prime Minister that he could almost ignore the painful sensation of his kitten’s teeth clamping down on his shoulder.
Almost…
“Settle!” he snapped finally, patience having finally run out. His once squirming bundle stiffened but quietly complied.
Lelouch carefully extracted his teeth, and ducked his head slightly so that the other could not see the bewildered look on his face. This was not the first time he was able to cause and witness his brother’s rare outbursts. Whenever they occurred it both thrilled and terrified him. At this point, he knew pushing Schneizel often caused the blonde to be even more sadistic; to the point when his lover started to reinvent certain objects and food into sex toys. Lelouch shivered, and although the prince could still handle chess pieces, he would never be able to look at pearl necklaces or cucumbers the same way again.
Inside the bathroom, Schneizel wasn’t at all surprised to see that the tub was mostly filled with warm water according to control panel on the wall. Kanon’s programming no doubt; his lips fell into a pleasant smile and reminded himself to thank his aide. Slowly and carefully, he took a step into the tub and against his lower back’s groan in protest, lowered himself down while holding Lelouch close. A relieved sigh escaped past his lips when he was finally seated in the water and able to lean back against the edge. In his lap, the younger man squirmed delightfully with a rosy tint on his normally pale cheeks.
“You’re thinking of something naughty,” the white king purred while relaxing his grip on the other’s waist, “do tell.”
The blush spread even further on his face as Lelouch struggled not to stutter or splash water at the other’s smug face. He sucked in his breath and willed himself not to think of the swollen cock rubbing against his inner walls. Leaning forward until both their bare chests were pressed together, he reached up and wrapped his arms around his older sibling’s neck. The older man responded to the embrace, as one of his hands trailed down to Lelouch lower back causing shivers to run up the teenager’s spine.
“Well?” the emperor pressed.
“I was just wondering when my respectable older brother became such a pervert.”
Surprisingly, there was no sarcasm in the former rebel leader’s voice. The youth was genuinely curious. His older brother seemed to know more of his past than Lelouch knew of his.
“I suppose it all began during my days attending the royal academy.” Schneizel actually appeared thoughtful for a moment, not even pausing in his caresses. “I was a prefect at the time, and it was my duty to ensure that the students abided to the rules of the school. There were many times I had the privilege of walking in on ‘male-bonding’ and ‘private-tutoring’ sessions in the dormitory.”
Lelouch stared as he tried to picture the reaction his older sibling’s teenage self must have had. Although he actually met his brother when he was an adolescent, it was difficult imagining him ever being innocent and naïve.
“So… you got off on being a voyeur?”
Schneizel chuckled darkly, causing a pleasant vibration throughout his lower body. The hand stroking his back roamed upwards until the tips of the emperor’s fingers began to toy with one of his nipples. In response, the boy moaned and bucked his hips upward as the nub became painfully hard, as well as his cock that remained trapped between their bodies. His gaze met with those cool lavenders, and could easily read that his speculation was incorrect.
“What aroused me the most,” Schneizel murmured as he leaned forward, licking a trail down Lelouch’s pale throat to his collar bone, “was putting those rule-breakers in their place.”
“Ah!”
The raven-haired knight through his back to cry out sharply, more in shock than in pain, as teeth clamped down on his already sensitive nipple. Pleasure and pain merged into something beyond both, a sensation Lelouch was rapidly growing familiar with. He tightened his grasp on Schneizel - both around his neck and the shaft buried deep inside his being - and unconsciously began to lift and lower himself on his lover’s groin.
“Weren’t you worried at all?” Lelouch managed to ask despite while he could still think coherently. “That they could unify and rebel against you despite your title?”
After placing a gently kiss to the swollen bud, the older man grinned as he met those deep violet eye that were growing darker with lust and need. The young emperor knew he would never tire of such a look. Zero’s sweet surrender was his prize after all.
“Ah, but I didn’t have to punish all of them,” he explained as he began to lift his hips upward, making sure to his hot length nudged the oversensitive bundle of nerves with each thrust. “If you make a long lasting example out of one individual, the rest will easily fall into your hand.”
Yeah there is an actual story sandwiched between this smutty piece, but I didn't want to give too much away
My Dreams, Your Nightmares - AU sequel to The Wager
It was ten minutes to midnight when Zero finally adjourned the meeting. Half of his Black Knights were struggling not to appear exhausted (with the exception of Tamaki who was laying face down in a small puddle of drool). He too was feeling fatigued as his subordinates, but the ominous mask concealed the dark circles forming under his eyes from continuous lack of sleep.
Two days had passed since they liberated the child Empress of the Chinese Federation from a political marriage with Britannia’s First Prince. He managed to foil Schneizel’s plot this time, but it came with a heavy price: the loss of Kallen - now a prisoner of war - and possibly his identity. Zero wasn’t so certain of the latter, since Sayako was still posing as his double and he had used his Geass on both Schneizel and his aide de camp. Still, it wasn’t like he ordered his brother to forget his face.
After what happened to Euphie, he really should have been more cautious with his words when the mask was off. Under his cape, Zero’s hands curled into tightly clenched fists and resisted the urge to pound the walls of his private quarters. He refused to show any sign of weakness, even in front of C.C. - his closest confident - who trailed after him like a shadow after they left the conference room. There were some secrets even he wanted to keep from her; accidentally using Geass to order his brother to fuck him was one of them.
Without a word to the immortal witch, he entered his bedroom and activated the door to close and lock behind him. She would just have to make do on the sofa for the night. That is if she planned to sleep or gorge on several boxes of pizza while watching some drama series Kaguya got her addicted to. He stared longingly at the sight of his bed, and quickly stripped out of the Zero guise, not caring that the rest of his quarters was going to be turn into a landfill come morning. He didn’t care. All Lelouch Lamperouge could think about now, as he gratefully took refuge beneath the covers, was getting some much deserved rest.
The digital alarm clock sitting on the nigh stand was reading 11:58, and as he waited for sleep to take him, Lelouch counted down the remaining seconds. During that brief time, Lelouch wondered what he would dream about. Not that it really mattered, dreams were only misty notions meant to fade away when he came to wake. Still, if he could choose… he would dream of Nunnally and the light she brought to his dark existence.
Light and Dark…
Black and White…
As his eyes began to close, he imagined himself sitting back in the palace of the Forbidden City, facing off against his brother. He could vividly remember his confusion and horror, when Schneizel smirked at him, setting down the white king in front of his own piece. Those lavender eyes seemed to devour him completely and Lelouch could not resist as he was pulled forward. His brother had won the game, and he… was the prize.
‘Checkmate’
Of Gods and Kings - ch.3 - Schneizel x Lelouch excerpt (NC-17)
Lelouch awoke with a low moan as a hard cock slid into him without the aid of lubrication save for seed left behind from their previous session. Before his single eye took in the sight of Schneizel, his hands had already sought out the man’s face, pulling it closer towards him. Their lips moved together hungrily, tongues dueling, as they gasped and breathed around the intense kiss. In the back of the teen’s mind, he still couldn’t believe how much he enjoyed being ravished.
Ever since he was a child, Lelouch always believed that the natural purpose of sex was only for procreation. As he grew into an adolescent, when it was expected for any warm blooded male to have uncontrollable hormones, the former Eleventh Prince never allowed his body’s needs to control him. Although awkward and embarrassing as hell at first, Lelouch found that he enjoyed experimentation… with Suzaku Kururugi. It worked out well enough, in bed his friend was a fast learner and eager to please. Though good things don’t last forever, and it was all work and no play once more.
When he had learned of everything lost in the aftermath of the Black Rebellion, the only pleasure Lelouch took comfort in was being Zero. As long as he was the Black King, the cast away prince could move forward and take control of his destiny. Sex would have been something he could easily have lived without, but those days seemed light years away from his present…with Schneizel El Britannia.
The young prince was the first to break away for air, when he felt his partner pull him into a sitting position. His nails dug into the skin of the blonde’s shoulders as large hands sought out his thighs, spreading them widely apart. Schneizel surged his hips forward causing Lelouch to arch his back, crying out as he was swiftly impaled.
Schneizel didn’t even wince at the new set of scratches that adorned his shoulder blades. Instead, he wrapped an arm around his paramour’s slim waist, pulling him even closer. His lips descended onto the sensitive skin over his sibling’s throat and attacked without mercy. Lelouch hissed, wrapping trembling limbs tightly him for support.
“Are you already at your limit?” the young emperor queried.
His lover didn’t answer. He didn’t need to with the growing wetness between their superheated bodies. It seemed Lelouch still needed lessons in stamina and fortunately for him, his older brother was still the patient and doting mentor. Those lust-filled uncovered eye narrowed in suspicion as a broad smirk appeared on his face. Without withdrawing from Lelouch’s warm entrails, Schneizel somehow managed to stand up from the bed while holding the shorter struggling young man closer to his chest.
“S-Stop!” he commanded the 99th Emperor of Britannia. “Where the hell are you going? Put me down now!”
Such audacity... although he usually gave into his beloved sibling’s demands, Schneizel ignored him and proceeded towards the bathroom. If Lelouch were a feline, his adorable black ears would be laid back, his fur bristling in all direction, and tail twitching in annoyance. It was a pleasing mental image to the former Prime Minister that he could almost ignore the painful sensation of his kitten’s teeth clamping down on his shoulder.
Almost…
“Settle!” he snapped finally, patience having finally run out. His once squirming bundle stiffened but quietly complied.
Lelouch carefully extracted his teeth, and ducked his head slightly so that the other could not see the bewildered look on his face. This was not the first time he was able to cause and witness his brother’s rare outbursts. Whenever they occurred it both thrilled and terrified him. At this point, he knew pushing Schneizel often caused the blonde to be even more sadistic; to the point when his lover started to reinvent certain objects and food into sex toys. Lelouch shivered, and although the prince could still handle chess pieces, he would never be able to look at pearl necklaces or cucumbers the same way again.
Inside the bathroom, Schneizel wasn’t at all surprised to see that the tub was mostly filled with warm water according to control panel on the wall. Kanon’s programming no doubt; his lips fell into a pleasant smile and reminded himself to thank his aide. Slowly and carefully, he took a step into the tub and against his lower back’s groan in protest, lowered himself down while holding Lelouch close. A relieved sigh escaped past his lips when he was finally seated in the water and able to lean back against the edge. In his lap, the younger man squirmed delightfully with a rosy tint on his normally pale cheeks.
“You’re thinking of something naughty,” the white king purred while relaxing his grip on the other’s waist, “do tell.”
The blush spread even further on his face as Lelouch struggled not to stutter or splash water at the other’s smug face. He sucked in his breath and willed himself not to think of the swollen cock rubbing against his inner walls. Leaning forward until both their bare chests were pressed together, he reached up and wrapped his arms around his older sibling’s neck. The older man responded to the embrace, as one of his hands trailed down to Lelouch lower back causing shivers to run up the teenager’s spine.
“Well?” the emperor pressed.
“I was just wondering when my respectable older brother became such a pervert.”
Surprisingly, there was no sarcasm in the former rebel leader’s voice. The youth was genuinely curious. His older brother seemed to know more of his past than Lelouch knew of his.
“I suppose it all began during my days attending the royal academy.” Schneizel actually appeared thoughtful for a moment, not even pausing in his caresses. “I was a prefect at the time, and it was my duty to ensure that the students abided to the rules of the school. There were many times I had the privilege of walking in on ‘male-bonding’ and ‘private-tutoring’ sessions in the dormitory.”
Lelouch stared as he tried to picture the reaction his older sibling’s teenage self must have had. Although he actually met his brother when he was an adolescent, it was difficult imagining him ever being innocent and naïve.
“So… you got off on being a voyeur?”
Schneizel chuckled darkly, causing a pleasant vibration throughout his lower body. The hand stroking his back roamed upwards until the tips of the emperor’s fingers began to toy with one of his nipples. In response, the boy moaned and bucked his hips upward as the nub became painfully hard, as well as his cock that remained trapped between their bodies. His gaze met with those cool lavenders, and could easily read that his speculation was incorrect.
“What aroused me the most,” Schneizel murmured as he leaned forward, licking a trail down Lelouch’s pale throat to his collar bone, “was putting those rule-breakers in their place.”
“Ah!”
The raven-haired knight through his back to cry out sharply, more in shock than in pain, as teeth clamped down on his already sensitive nipple. Pleasure and pain merged into something beyond both, a sensation Lelouch was rapidly growing familiar with. He tightened his grasp on Schneizel - both around his neck and the shaft buried deep inside his being - and unconsciously began to lift and lower himself on his lover’s groin.
“Weren’t you worried at all?” Lelouch managed to ask despite while he could still think coherently. “That they could unify and rebel against you despite your title?”
After placing a gently kiss to the swollen bud, the older man grinned as he met those deep violet eye that were growing darker with lust and need. The young emperor knew he would never tire of such a look. Zero’s sweet surrender was his prize after all.
“Ah, but I didn’t have to punish all of them,” he explained as he began to lift his hips upward, making sure to his hot length nudged the oversensitive bundle of nerves with each thrust. “If you make a long lasting example out of one individual, the rest will easily fall into your hand.”
Yeah there is an actual story sandwiched between this smutty piece, but I didn't want to give too much away