A/N: The fic is kinda-sorta-not really related to my other story 'The Feminine Rebellion.' It's within the same universe, however, most of the events leading up to this are still canon. For example, the events of chapter 16 never happened. I'll write the difference at some point in a flash back. The contents of this story are NOT spoilers for the other one, considering that I have a completely different timeline set up there. This 'what if' just plagued me after watching "The Taste of Humiliation."

The main thing to mention that's uncanon, but relevant to this fic is that Suzaku did have a relationship with Lelouch, and also Euphy. That's why he's such a freaking asshole. Bloodstained Euphy, yo!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Seriously, don't blame me for any of this!

Impure Intentions

Damnit, Guilford, you had one job!

She pressed her hand into her collarbone with more force, knowing full well that it would make no difference. The signal she designated, making a loose fist against her chest, was worthless if the man didn't see it. Her careful planning, the thirty-two different routes, all forked off one event: her escape from the Shine. Whether that escape happened after her goal of allying with Suzaku was achieved, or through her back up plan, was of little consequence to her well being. That was what she expected, at least. She expected Cornelia's Knight to be curious enough about Zero to watch her through the scope of his Knightmare.

Her hand remained in that position the entire drive. Lelouch was frozen in place as reality began to sink in. She was betrayed. Again. After all the shit that Suzaku put her through, she should have known better. She should have known that her ex wouldn't listen; he wouldn't care. Her cheek throbbed from where he pressed her face into the gravel with his infantry boot, but not as much as the pain in her heart. She was an idiot to take such risk. Everything was ruined, and for what?

Nunnally.

She bet everything on the chance that Suzaku would see past her transgressions to save Nunnally. Well, to be honest she didn't gamble everything. Since her plan G failed, it was safe to say those words, however. She was full of lies, so what was one more for self-pity? She lied, saying everything he wanted to hear, and it still wasn't enough. He didn't help her. He didn't promise to save Nunnally. He sold her out.

Again.

The trembling of her hand was unbearable. She was in a panic. The world around her became stifling from the confines of the back seat of Schneizel's polished BMW. The smug bastard had to show his power through every detail. She would have rather been in a prison vehicle. At least then her sense of smell wouldn't be invaded by fresh leather to the point of nausea. She closed her eyes even though that just made it worse. The nothingness behind her eyelids left only that smell, and the sound of her ragged breathing.

She was drowning. Was it possible to drown on air? Probably. It had to be possible, considering that was her predicament. Every last bit of energy she possessed was focused on keeping her dignity. She would not vomit; that would only make the car smell even more disgusting. She would also not cry. There was no way in hell she was going to have a panic attack.

Possible scenarios rushed in through her mind faster than her inhales, which thankfully were slowing down. She didn't gamble everything. There had to be a solution, a way out if this. She wasn't in checkmate yet. Her hands weren't bound. She could remove her contact and use geass the moment the car door opened. No. That was stupid. Without the aide if a Knightmare, she wouldn't get very far.

Should she play along like a good prisoner? Schneizel said he would play mediator between her and their Father. That meant that he had some intention of hearing her side if the story. She could only hope that he planned to do so in person. That would turn things around. Hell, that would make this situation advantageous. She could make her brother into her slave. The Prime Minister would become a puppet of Zero.

That could never happen. If Suzaku sold her out, he most certainly divulged her little secret. Her opposite hand unclenched from the hem the skirt of her Ashford uniform. She lightly ran her fingers over the dirt caked on the side of her face. He betrayed her. Again. She began counting with each breath, determined not to cry.

Outwardly she appeared serene, as if she hasn't a care in the world. She had months to perfect her facade. How many times had she panicked leading the Black Knights only to find certain victory? The only difference was that right then she was alone. There was no one to aid her because that fuck up Guilford was too busy to look at her. She was dead in the water.

That was preferable. She would rather be dead than captured. Being captured meant that she was being shipped back to the homeland, shipped back to the Emperor. She swallowed back bile. The idea of being in the same room with that man again sent shivers down her spine.

"There are many uses for you still."

She experienced the first one: bait for C.C. It was doubtful that the same fate waited her as the last time. Having her memory erased, and sent back to Ashford Academy would probably seem like a blessing compare to the other options. The way he looked down on her was just not right. Even with eight years of separation, no Father should stare at his daughter like that. Maybe she should beg her brother to take her death into his own hands.

Her lavender eyes snapped open the moment she heard the door handle turn. It was now or never. She quickly removed her contact and began her command.

"Lelouch Vi Brit-"

She stopped mid sentence. There was no reason to continue since the person at the door was already under her influence. Suzaku. He really did betray her. A single tear travelled down her sullied cheek, but she made no effort to wipe it away. She glared at him like he was the most loathsome thing in existence, which so happened to be the exact same face he gave her earlier. He averted his gaze. A small measure of satisfaction broke through her sorrow before it diffused. At least he wasn't happy about his actions.

"Suzaku."

"Don't try to convince me to let you go." He barked, and approached with a blindfold in one hand and, handcuffs in the other.

Lelouch moved deeper into the sedan, not that it would matter. She could cling to the fabric or door handle with all her might; he would still drag her out. If there was one thing she could never win, it was a test of physical strength. Against a terminally ill person on his or her deathbed, probably, beating Suzaku certainly not. She knew from experience. The last time he captured her, she resisted. She kicked, and screamed, and when that didn't work, she attempted to seduce him. The result was still the same.

"Let me put my contact back in, and then you will just need to restrain me. Don't use the blindfold."

"And why should I believe you? All you say are lies, Lulu."

The luxurious texture of the finely spun silk blindfold made her feel dirty. It was probably from her philandering brother's personal stash. She didn't want to think about the sins he committed with the strip of cloth. They were no worse than her own, but of a different nature. She loved Suzaku with everything she had. Even now, as he marched her towards the Avalon with precise direction, she loved him. The only person to surpass that devotion was Nunnally. Those relations were obviously barely comparable. In many ways, there was nothing more pure than the love siblings shared. It wasn't tainted with lust.

She pulled at the cuffs, willing the piece to be from the same collection, rather than police grade. Of course she wouldn't be so lucky. Despite her previous admission of checkmate, her pride wouldn't allow her to do nothing. It was a double-edged sword. To struggle with no avail was just as humiliating as being docile. Unless that struggle produced results, it was better to hold her head high.

"Little Sister," Schniezel's voice matched the fabric over her eyes. When did they board the Avalon? She was so caught up on following Suzaku's directions to not trip; she neglected to notice her surroundings. It was of little consequence. She was too dependent on sight. The likelihood of her being able to deduct her environment by smell and sound only were negligible. Her hands were bound behind her back. She was helpless. "Sir Kururugi, you may leave us."

"Majesty…."

"Fufufu," her brother chuckled. "I admit I do not know much about this geass. Are you suggesting I need protected against a 120lb female, who is both bound and blindfolded?"

Suzaku responded by releasing his harsh grip on her forearm. He was no ally, and yet the loss of his presence caused even more trepidation. She was alone with Schneizel. That was her guess. After the soft thud of the door closing, the only sound was her own breathing. It was possible the room was filled with a firing squad, but the Prime Minister's words suggested otherwise.

Slowly false images began to fill the void in her mind. She could picture him standing in front of her looking down at his long lost sister, the 'Man of Miracles,' and enemy of the Holy Britannian Empire. He was always looking down on her. Even at the Vermilion City, he purposefully placed his king piece in harm's way to test her. She could see his smug smile in her mind's eye. In a way, she was grateful to be blinded. At least she didn't have to view it in reality.

His footfalls were soft, and moving away from her. She strained her ears to hear rustling, and the clank of glass several yards away. This must be his study or private quarters. Even after years of separation, she could recognize the smell of his cologne. It permeated the whole area, suggesting he spent most of his time in this location. That smell became practically overwhelming as he approached. She jerked away when something moist caused stinging in her cheek.

"There are a few cuts. The alcohol will clean the wounds. As the Knight of Seven, Sir Kururugi is outside my reprimand for his actions."

His handkerchief, which was also made of silk, caressed her cheek with gentle strokes. Expensive scotch mixed with his natural scent, making the receiving air less familiar. The last time she was near Schniezel, he was barely a man, only a year older than she now. His drink of choice was much less masculine or refined. His breath tickled her wet skin. There was no reason for him to be so gentle or so close.

"I always knew you had the potential to match me one day." He said, replacing the handkerchief with his bare fingers. "Our chess match at Odysseus' engagement party was exquisite. I was on the edge of my seat when you cornered me, forcing me to make a death move." His hand moved to cup the bottom of her chin, lifting her head up. "My how you've grown, my dear. You are every bit the woman I imagined you would become. The only difference is I hoped we would play on the same side."

"Fate has an odd way of throwing a wrench in our plans."

He chuckled again, and ran his thumb over her bottom lip. She tried to pull away, but he only tightened his grip. His friendly aura suddenly frightened her. Her pulse quickened with each pass of his finger. She wanted to see his face, if for no other reason to see what he was thinking. The few conclusions she came to were unpleasant.

"It seems you are capable of speaking truth from these lips." He forced her mouth open and she tasted the remnants of scotch. The sour taste in addition to her heightened anxiety was making her feel ill. "Be still. I assume I don't need to warn you not to bite."

He didn't. Despite his flowery words of equality, he was making it clear that he held her life in the palm of his hands. He made no effort to wipe away the tears that leaked from her eyes; the blindfold absorbed them. She choked back a sob, wondering how someone could make her feel so violated with minimal effort. His thumb explored the inside of her mouth, running over her straight teeth, and tongue.

"Swallow." He commanded, removing the digit. She knew he left 'your spit' out on purpose. She never would have guessed Schneizel to be such a vulgar man. Then again, it was all a power play. He was playing a verbal chess match with her severely handicapped. "Good girl." He clucked.

She never felt so disgusting in her life.

"What are you planning to do?" She asked, hating the tone of her voice even more than the way her body was shaking.

"Would you believe me if I said I didn't know?"

"No."

He hummed and made a slick trail of saliva down her neck. His fingers dried out around he collarbone, and his hand ceased at the hem of her top. His breath was heavy against hers, suggesting that that their noses were practically touching. She hoped he didn't try to kiss her. At that moment she wasn't certain she could resist the desire to bite... or reciprocate. Lelouch was not a masochist, so it made no sense for there to be an unsettling wetness between her legs. An evolutionary advantage because God surely wouldn't want his children to feel such shame.

"Zero is dead. He or she, however you call yourself, died by bad luck. When flying towards the Tokyo settlement, the energy filler malfunctioned. Bad Indian engineering."

"No one would believe such an absurd story."

"It's already done. I had Lloyd make it happen, much to the man's distress." His other hand, that wasn't making patterns against her collarbone, gripped the hair at the nape of her neck. "Are you upset not to go out in a blaze of glory? Some righteous act that portrays your conflicting ideals?" His lips were a feather touch against hers, with just enough space that he could continue to speak. "This is the only way to save you from Father."

She laughed. That statement was even more absurd than his cover story. Except people would believe that if he announced it properly. It was exactly what they didn't want to hear, which is why it would work. The Black Knights already were close to turning on her; she could sense it. The only thing keeping her subordinates loyal was her military prowess. They wouldn't risk an investigation to save face, what remained anyway.

"Nunnally?"

She didn't care what happened to her so long as her sister was safe. There was a possibility that if the Emperor believed her dead, he would find Nunnally's worth had run out. Depending on how he felt of her actions as Vicereine this could save her, or spell disaster.

"She will be protected, so long as you are agreeable. Our little sister is the source of your strength, and also your biggest weakness. Perhaps it is because I have no one that I share a full blood relation with that I do not fully understand."

"I'm still your sister." She implored, dizzy from his proximity. Was he waiting for her to initiate? He held her in an almost kiss this entire conversation. She was certain the only thing keeping her upright was his grip.

"The most powerful rulers always took their siblings as wives. Most likely an attempt to keep that power in the family. Or perhaps they felt as I do for you."

"Incest only leads to congenital birth defects." She argued.

"That's a problem for the future. Several generations, actually. I'm only concerned about the present."

With that last statement, he bridged the millimeter gap between their lips with crushing force. Her struggle lasted far less time than she would have wanted to admit. Fear for her sister prevented Lelouch from biting down on his tongue, and his skill caused her to melt. She wasn't a blushing virgin. The months of bliss she shared with Suzaku involves lots of sex. Still, that evidently was not enough experience to make her immune to advances. Suzaku was her only lover, and until that moment, the only person she kissed.

When she began to wonder if her brother had some sort of breathing machine hooked to his nose, he pulled back, winded. She bit back a moan, ashamed of her actions now that she had a moment to think. She would do what he demanded for Nunnally. At least until she could think of an alternative, she would play along. That was the only reason. Her body's betrayal had nothing to do with it.

His arrogant laugher was really beginning to grate on her nerves. The sound was against her ear. She hissed when he nibbled on the cartilage, sparks flying down to unmentionable places.

"Later, Little Sister. I promise I will break that cool exterior of yours. I have a feeling you are going to be my favorite opponent."

She didn't want to hear those words. Even less did she want to hear his soft footfalls moving away from her and the thud of the door closing. She was all alone, handcuffed, blindfolded, and sexually aroused. It was a surprisingly effective means of torture. She fell to a heap on the floor, wondering what life had in store for her now.

Twenty-six people died the night of her medical exam. She didn't count herself, but Suzaku informed her of the number the next morning. A part of her wondered if he was telling her to prove a point, in addition to voicing his abhorrence for her very existence. He was telling her to prove that no matter how many people she slaughtered, she would continue to be a caged animal.

She was smart about it too, following all the doctor's orders verbatim, putting up just enough of a fight to seem concerned. Whether Schneizel was testing her, or stupid she wasn't certain. Regardless, she wasn't stupid enough to fall for the sacrificial pawn. The fact that her command was already issued when it came time to remove her IUD, whispered when the man inspected the eye, helped.

If that procedure had come first, she might have lost it, ordering the suicide of all who participated in its extraction right then. Lelouch knew that the birth control method showed up on her X-ray. That didn't deter the hatred she felt for Suzaku for allowing the defilement to happen. He allowed her to be inspected like breeding stock for her brother.

Her ex stood watch in the doorway, ignoring her pleas of protest. As the only person on board who was immune to her power, he insisted to be present in case she needed sedated. Lelouch doubted those words, feeling he just wanted to see her suffer. She managed to make him flinch when she explained to the nurse, in graphic detail, the reason she had the copper in the first place. At the time she didn't care that the only way to hurt him was to bring up the good times. She would destroy blameless memories in addition to blameless persons. Her treasured moments were now ruined.

At 300 hours, she would have her escape. When she was away, safe from probing, safe from violation, she would figure out the moment she started thinking in military time.

Except that escape never happened. All the conditions were cleared; the doctor acquires the code to unlock her door, the handcuff key, and even a change of clothes. It was only bad luck that brought her back to the executive suite. The space was the equivalent of an efficiency apartment. It was grandeur, furnished with a king size canopy bed, dinette, and lamb leather sofa. The countertops of the bathroom and empty kitchen were the finest white marble. Still, the extravagance didn't change that the room was her holding cell.

On the lowest level of the Avalon, right when she was about to exit, she ran into Nina. The student council member recognized her, calling out her name. She didn't know her classmate was Zero. Lelouch made a run for it, as pitiful of a display as it was, ordering the death of any soldier who came within her vicinity. She still would have made it if it weren't for the other member of the student council present. Suzaku. He appeared out of thin air and threw her against the ground with much more force than necessary.

He covered her left eye with his hand as he dragged her back too many flights of stairs (she didn't deserve to use the elevator), past the doctor, who killed himself once he perceived his mission complete, and an amused looking Schneizel. It was highly unlikely she would be let go if she geassed him, however, she never fought so hard for anything than to get her head free when she walked past him.

He simply quirked single dark blond eyebrow, and said something to Kannon, before the two returned to what she assumed was his bedroom. They were both in boxers and the assistant's flush was surely not due to the commotion. She couldn't help her one exposed eye from widening at the sight of her brother- soon to be husband's nearly naked form. He was a hulk of a man, as muscular as he was tall. She prayed that he continued to ignore her in favor of sodomy.

The only thing she accomplished was making Schneizel nervous. This was evident when Suzaku joined them for brunch late morning. He came into her room, informing her to shower and dress, before giving her the option of an eye patch or another blindfold. She chose the patch, and remained complacent when he tied her hands. He defied her expectations when he hovered a few feet off, rather than leaving when her brother arrived. Schneizel's calm exterior couldn't hide that he kept a Knight of the Rounds present against a "120lb female," who was tied to a chiavari chair.

"Open your mouth or I will have to ask Sir Kururugi to assist in force feeding you."

Schneizel's calm morphed to annoyance after her fourth time refusing food.

By the way her stomach was grumbling she couldn't use that she wasn't hungry as an excuse. She was famished, not having consumed anything the day before. Still, she silently turned her head every time he forked delicious smelling eggs florentine near her, saying "ahhh." Her indignant behavior was her last attempt to maintain control of something.

She was stripped of everything else. Her one chance at freedom was gone. Was she doomed to be dressed up like a doll in fancy party dresses for breakfast dates, and locked away otherwise? He had to know if she were ever not tied down, she would kill him. When she eventually fell asleep she had her first murderous dream of someone other than the Emperor. It was a sweet nightmare, considering how it began (her spread eagle on the bed being raped) was likely a premonition.

"You know." He said, tapping the fork against his plate. "This isn't what I would call agreeable."

The cuisine was the most amazing things she ever had. Once the first fork full entered her mouth, she gave into temptation, and her hunger. Her reasoning to deny was forgotten, even when Schneizel decided to feed her with his fingers. He beamed at her eagerness, remembering her healthy appetite and favorite foods by his means of selection. It wasn't until his hand lingered post sticky bun that reality came crashing down.

"Suck the syrup off." He ordered lazily, not bothering to lower his voice.

"Suzaku's watching." She lied. Her ex was definitely alert, but his face was pointed towards the window.

A sinister smile played across her brothers chiseled face. "Sometimes it's the most fun with an audience."

She blushed, hating the obedient way she allowed him to shove three fingers in her mouth. Her eyes squeeze closed when he leaned over, whispering instructions. When he informed her to "swirl her tongue more," she would be hard pressed to deny what he was imitating. She fought the urge to bite, hard, and flicked her tongue at the tip of his middle finger.

"Good girl."

She wouldn't cry. Not even when his other hand inched its way up her skirt. The painstakingly slow pace that he drew nonsensical shapes against her thigh was unbearable. She would rather he just get it over with. Then she could block it all out, go into some sort of Happy Gilmore, happy place. Instead his teasing made her want to beg, but for what; she didn't know. It felt like an eternity for him to reach the upmost part of her inner thigh.

It was a lie that he forgot to provide her panties. Her brother was an eloquent fibber, however, not even he could pull that off. She struggled against the expertly tied cloth as he pushed his fingers deeper into her mouth the same time that his other hand pushed past her wet folds. She felt revolting. It was worse than the day before because she arched towards him, towards the incestuous invasion.

"You're dripping, Lulu."

She mewled in response to his husky voice and the evil way he flicked her clit. He began with one finger, and quickly added more until she felt stretched. She didn't know how many digits; his hands were large like the rest of him. Her mouth was opened as wide as her jaw would allow, and her snatch carried a similar, far more sensitive sensation.

"Look at me." She shook her head 'no' to the best if her abilities. "You chose the eyepatch for a reason. You want to look at me."

Her eyes snapped open to meet his uncharacteristically clouded ones. His demeanor was otherwise composed. In the back if her mind she wondered what shade her normal eye was. She wouldn't want to know. She was grateful for her full mouth, muffling her scream when his fingers curled to find her g-spot.

Her previous experience with Suzaku was nothing like this. He made her feel loved, cherished, and not vile. He also didn't know what he was doing, at least comparatively. They were both inexperienced virgins when they started dating, and were still in the stage of exploring each other when it ended. That exploration usually didn't last long before one of them got frustrated and demanding. He never found that spot.

The spot Schneizel found with ease.

The spot that made he squirt, drenching her skirt with juices.

He laughed at her, removing both hands and wiping them off on a napkin. He left her uncleaned. Lelouch panted like a bitch in heat, stars dancing in her blurred vision. An attribute she could not blame on the distortion caused by her eye covering. Bile threatened her throat as her wonton actions filtered into her conscious mind. Actions caused by her brother. She was going to be sick; it was a bad idea to eat so much.

"Don't look so distraught, Little Sister. I'd say you enjoyed yourself, wouldn't you agree, Kururugi?"

Oh god, Suzaku. Suzaku was watching.

She forgot. She forgot everything except the disgusting delicious feeling of being desecrated. Maybe she was a masochist, considering she glanced in her ex boyfriend's direction. It wasn't difficult. He was stationed on her right side. The look on his face made her regret that decision. If she thought he made an expression of complete loathing the day before, this one took the cake. She deserved it too.

"She seemed to enjoy herself very much, Majesty."

He called Schneizel that before. That was the incorrect term. Suzaku, being the fucking Knight of Seven, should know better. There was only one man who could be called that title...

"Kururugi already acknowledges me as the rightful ruler of the Holy Britannian Empire." Schneizel said, sensing her thoughts. "There's only one more loose end to tie up. I'm going to commit your favorite sin, my love. Patricide."

She glanced back over to Suzaku to see him staring out the window again. So he sold her the first time for Knight of Seven, and he sold her the second time for, presumably, Knight of One. She seemed to be getting more valuable as time progressed. It was too bad that was impossible; the emperor was immortal. No one could kill him. She tried. That was why she begged Suzaku to save Nunnally. That was how she fell into this fucked up mess, with bodily fluids covering her chin and thighs.

"But, back to the topic at hand." Schneizel continued in a nonchalant voice, as if he were discussing the weather. "Kannon will be happy to hear that you make an perfect chinese finger trap."

"You have an odd opinion of marriage, Brother." Lelouch said his role like a curse, resuming her stoic attitude despite the quivering flush of her skin or elevated heart rate.

"The purpose of monogamy is to ensure proper lineage of offspring. Certain games won't affect that. Don't worry though. I have every intention of being selfish before sharing you. It will only be a few days until the locking eye patch is finished. The construction is probably similar to your helmet. I hope you don't mind waiting until then. I want you to be able to wrap your arms and legs around me when we consummate our union."

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