Title: Splash

Pairing: SuzakuLelouch

Rated: M

Summary: Suzaku's a merman! …with a history he'd rather not disclose. Lelouch is a runaway with no ambitions beyond his little corner bookstore—that, as much as he hates it, sells mostly tourism books and knickknacks made by the 'natives'(a.k.a. ordered from Taiwan). So what happens when the bookstore owner finds the suspicious looking boy lying out on the beach with nothing on? How did same said boy (Suzaku) end up in Lelouch's bathtub, with some rather odd new features(a tail)? …and then how did same apparently merman end up in Lelouch's bed?

Warning: Sex! And lots of it! …who knew mermen had such sexual drive?

Disclaimer: Me no own this…no, I mean I own this—just not this. Oh, you know what I mean.

Note From Me: So I've read about a billion of these fics, I swear, and heard of some on the way even—and well I couldn't help it, an idea sprang up, and yeah, now here I am sitting and writing a Mermaid fic. Hope you guys all like it.

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Complimentary Collectable Beach Adonis Found

5/17/2011 1:58 PM

~A fear of sharks is indeed justified~

Blood, it was the first sight, smell, and overall impression. It wasn't sickening—just shocking. Lelouch winced as he saw the open wounds and the sea as it lapped over the bare, stained flesh. The book in his hand had hit the sand with a softened 'thunk' as he dared step closer. But his limbs had seized when the smell had finally hit him, causing in a full halt still only but a few feet away.

This was the farthest thing he had expected to find as he had made his way down from the old house not far from the beach, He certainly wouldn't have worn the white shirt and light tan shorts if had indeed known what had been waiting for him. He had thought the trip to the beach though, with the breeze he'd wanted the white button up, though unbuttoned (after all it was the beach) and he'd wanted the shorts because sand didn't really bother him as much all over this pair, blood on the other hand, that was a problem.

The coppery taste Lelouch hated came with the repugnant sent that filled his lungs. He'd never liked the idea of blood or of the unbecoming sight of it on others or himself. Then again, as a child, while most other little boys were playing war he had been reading Plato. And now, as he teetered on his feet a few feet away from a sight he had never expected to see when he'd come down to the beach for a refreshing read in the sun, he felt that the world had yet again decided to give him a hearty slap on the back for a job well done at failing to just live an ordinary life.

At that moment though, the calculations weren't quite coming together as smooth as they should and he gave a heaved step from the sand closer before he sank to his knees, unable to get closer, despite his brain screaming that it was his responsibility to try and help. The red liquid seeped thought the sand at an unhurried pace, unaware of Lelouch's aversion instincts that had kicked in. There wasn't a fatal amount but with the water lapsing so close the bit of puddled seepage was all colored the same bight deluded red. A hand came up, shakily, over Lelouch's mouth. He wouldn't throw up, only feel the need to.

Nevertheless, He knew it was his duty (as a human being) to help. He just couldn't get himself to inch any closer.

He used to say he didn't believe in fate—that was until he started to riffle through his shorts in search of his cell phone on that clear but oddly breezy morning.

A hand, sand incrusted and heavy, struck out, clasping Lelouch's own trembling fingers in a vice-like grip. The cell phone toppled to the sand as Lelouch still stunned from terror could only lift his eyes about a fourth of an inch.

It was just enough to be met with two half-lidded viridian eyes.

"Believe me, it's not as bad as it must look," the boy rasped out.

Lelouch wasn't sure if he blacked-out for just a moment or if he passed-out all together.

~Always striving, yet somehow, still failing~

That morning hadn't been much of consequence, after waking up in his little rundown sea-side home he'd woken Rolo and gone down to start on breakfast. It hadn't taken him by surprise when his 'partner' had rung up his phone to tell him not to bother going in until at least past noon. Tourist season was just winding up and with kids still in school it was still on the low setting, so really what was the point? No tourists, no business, no reason to waste his time in the little shop organizing the already organized space.

He'd presented the bacon and eggs to a half-awake Rolo, pressed together the seal to the last zip-lock before placing it in the paper sack lunch, and sliding it into the backpack. He then proceeded to take the empty plate, dispensing it in the sink on his way to the toaster, pulled the bread out, handed it and the bag to Rolo, and pushed the kid out the door. Still in a morning daze, the boy trudged his way out to the bus stop, with Lelouch watching from the front window, coffee in hand. Lelouch'd be damned if he didn't make sure that kid graduated high school.

He'd finished his coffee and pulled open the crumpled, used, paperback copy ofOne Hundred Years of Solitude, before he noticed the breezy.

It was the chimes really. The long silver ones, left here by the previous owner when the house had been hastily vacated, that had sparked his curiosity. "It was an island for goodness sakes," he had mumbled to himself, "there was always a breeze."

It was just that this one—he noticed as he stopped, his gaze directed out through the screen, to the porch, and at the long silver chimes—was different. The breeze—no wind now, seemed to be playing the chimes. Like a pianist in Carnegie hall, the wind flowed over the chimes in such a way as to make it look—breathtakingly easy. It was like a Pollack or Rothko, being painted with years of experience and learned strokes that made onlookers whisper to each other "well even I could do that," when in reality it was sheer mastery at work.

Lelouch had had to give a good shake of his head to scatter the ideas. He was unsuccessful as again, only a few minutes later, his eyes had wondered back to the swaying song being played at his back porch. With a huff and grumbled complaint, he'd decided that he wanted to read on the beach that morning.

He'd paused, beach towel, book, and sunscreen in hand, at the doorway for just a moment, just long enough to sigh over the framed picture of a small, slight girl. He'd placed the picture there for that very reason. His eyes lingered another moment—until the soft tinkling of the chimes reached his ears yet again at which he pushed his way out the door and started the short walk out to a favored spot in the sand.

~The unexpected is the only thing one can expect~

Small cuts littered mostly his legs and a few scattered his chest and arms, but somehow that didn't stop Lelouch from noticing one very important detail—the boy was completely naked save for the white shell necklace clasped around his neck.

If blood had sent his nerves on edge the sight of testicles made him almost jump out of his own skin. Besides, he'd never really seen them on anyone else besides himself, and even then it wasn't like he'd done a self inspection. He'd known they were there and really that's all that mattered to him, attached, safe, and perfectly functional when he would need them, anything else was neither explored nor thought about.

So clearing his throat with a bit of effort he managed to chortle out a jumble of words. "Uoneildelliop."

His attempt was met with a look of utter confusion. The boy slid his hand from Lelouch's wrist with a limp motion. When it landed again to the sand, the owner neither seemed concerned nor conscious of its predicament. Kind of like Lelouch's balls—attached, safe and perfectly functional, nothing else really mattered.

Lelouch swallowed, trying to give himself an extra moment to clear his thoughts more than anything, before he tried, slower with emphasis on articulation this time, to speak again.

"You need help."

The same viridian eyes closed as a smile stretched to allow passage of a quiet chuckle. "I'll be fine." The chuckle died off rather quickly before the boy continued. "Just let the tide come in and I'll be alright."

Lelouch knew that now he had phased out. His mind working to A. process the fact he'd just found a naked man around his age on the beach, B. there was really not as much blood as it first seemed to be, and C. the same boy was just waiting for the tide…? The only comprehendible thought that could come to mind was along the lines of, what the f-ing crap did he mean by that?

Lelouch, hands still shaking slightly reached for his phone. "I really think that I should call an ambulance." His voice cracked somewhere in the middle of those words even if he wouldn't admit it. Besides, he was too occupied with trying to get his hands to work properly just long enough to retrieve his phone from the sand and try to possibly, if he was lucky, flip it open as well.

A hand, the same one as before, attached itself yet again to Lelouch's. Just as before, Lelouch's eyes snapped up to meet the eyes of this very strange boy.

"No," the small, limp shake of his head was still very final in its terms of conveyed resolve. "Don't call anyone."

Brushing off the shock of just being ordered to do something, Lelouch snapped back at the boy. His brow shot down and his eyes narrowed as he jerked his hand from the grasp of the other boy. "You're injured, what do you expect me to do?"

After a short moment of no reply, Lelouch made up his mind, flipping the phone open again to start to dial the number—

"Hey—" a hand, still the same as before, stopped him. Lelouch started his mouth open in the growled word as he looked up and was met with—green, very green eyes.

The man had sat up, his hand still on the phone Lelouch held, stopping the thumb that hovered over the call button. "No," he repeated, firm, as he slid the phone shut again. "I saw you come down from that house on the cape, just go back home and leave me here." He released Lelouch's hand and slowly pulled one knee up to lean his elbow against it. "I promise, I'll be gone once the tide comes in."

He couldn't exactly say that he'd heard much of it. The point had been made clear in action nevertheless, but to Lelouch-those eyes were so very green. "You're hurt," Lelouch said. He knew it'd already been pointed out but at the same time, he wasn't sure what else to say.

There was a long sigh from the boy before he looked up and for possibly the first time they were eye to eye. Amethyst met green in a flood of curiosity as Lelouch tilted his head, a bit forward, but mostly to the side, and the other didn't seem to want to risk breaking any contact what so ever in the lack of movement from his own head.

"I—I don't want to just leave you here." Lelouch explained. His hands went up to fidget unconsciously in front him. His eyes darted down as a wrinkle rifted across his forehead. "I don't think you should just stay here, I mean it's the beach and look at—what are you doing?"

That same tan hand had come up again, two fingers lightly pressed at Lelouch's jaw. Slight pressure was applied and Lelouch found his chin tipped up.

"You worry too much." The boy commented with an offhanded tone.

"I beg your pardon?" Lelouch asked.

His answer was quite quick. It could have been pleasant. Lelouch knew that the whole idea behind it was supposed to insight pleasure, and maybe, though a slight possibility, if he hadn't have tensed like he had, there may have been some pleasure in it. But there wasn't. Instead, as sun-kissed lips had made contact with Lelouch trembling pail ones, Lelouch's hands shot to the sand (something to ground himself) as his back straightened and hair stood on end.

The man pulled back with a lick of his lips. "Mmmhh, a bit bitter." He commented.

"My coffee—i-it's always black." Lelouch stammered over the words as he tried to process what exactly the boy thought he was doing to him.

A shrug shoulders was his only reply as the boy leaned in again.

This time Lelouch was ready though, or at least he reacted. Like a switch had been flung on he gave a great jerk back, sand skidding and limbs flailing. He ended up in a sprawl on his back about a foot from his original position, but it was okay since he was after all away from the—well he wasn't going to say what it was it was just not what he wanted.

"Y-you—you—no!" He was having trouble with the words quite making sense again as he tried to pull himself back up to sit.

The boy didn't seem to understand as his arm dropped from his knee and he gave a cock of his head, eyes wide and mouth slightly ajar.

"We are not—I mean, we just met and you're-covered and we-What are you doing now?"

The boy had already started on him. It was a slow craw, but a crawl nonetheless, closer towards Lelouch, and quite possibly, if he let him, right over Lelouch. A smile blossomed as the boy's hand reached out for Lelouch's chin again. "I want another taste." The boy chuckled, lighthearted, as he moved closer.

"No!" Lelouch protested, His limbs dug into the sand as he tried to push himself away. "We don't even know each other!"

The boy stopped, the smile disappeared. "Oh," he breathed, his eyes caste downward, to the lapsing water just a few feet away from them.

Lelouch gave a sigh of relief as he pushed himself up to sit. He watched the boy for a moment. If he ignored the fact he'd just attacked him, he was kind of cute…in a weird kind of way. Lelouch felt the sides of his lips as they drooped. It wasn't like he'd wanted to hurt the boy. It was just—well they had just met, and Lelouch hadn't really had a relationship before, and it was all very overwhelming. Besides, when a person was bleeding Lelouch doubted that their first interest was a relationship.

"What's your name?"

Lelouch's head snapped up, not sure exactly when his eyes had as well drifted to the water. "Uhm, well—Lelouch."

The smile was back, and brighter than ever. "I'm Suzaku!" And with that he lurched forward to lock their lips again.

When Suzaku pulled away it was to the melodic sound of his own laughter as he beamed at the slightly shaking Lelouch. "Now we know each other."

"That—" Lelouch trailed off, not quite sure what exactly he had intended to say. Instead his eyes pointedly avoided Suzaku's. He didn't have time for this after all. He had to be at work within a few hours and then there was Rolo—wait a second…time for what exactly? It wasn't like the guy was going to take his virginity right here on the beach.

"You know,"

Lelouch looked up at the sound of Suzaku's voice.

"It's so much prettier from up here."

Lelouch had to stop himself from saying something incredibly embarrassing as his eyes focused on the drift away next to him. Suzaku was—a lot prettier than he should have been, was Lelouch's only real thought. With the sparkle of the sea getting ever closer and sudden glimmer in those deep emerald eyes, Lelouch wasn't even sure he was looking at the same person. Tan turned to bronze, brunette curls to cinnamon swirls. Even the snug string of shells at his neck gave off an incandescent sheen. Lelouch looked away, in hopes of quelling the rise of red in his cheeks.

"I just never thought it would be like this." Suzaku spoke again in a kind of distilled tone.

Lelouch's head turned from the horizon to ponder over the very strange boy next to him, and to try and ignore the overwhelming rise of fondness that his spoken words had sparked.

"Where uhm—are you from?" Lelouch wasn't sure how exactly to phrase the question but it had come out anyway. It would have been an ordinary question had it not been for the unusual set of circumstances.

The boy gave a chuckle. "It's quite a ways from here."

Lelouch nodded. His eyes fleeted down again for just a moment before he spoke. "So did you leave your cloths there as well?"

The boy hummed in confusion until he looked down himself.

If it wasn't apparent before it was apparent now that Lelouch had the hunch this boy really didn't seem to exactly get social norms. Suzaku's face screwed and the corners of his mouth made a downward descent as he looked over his own person, clearly unsure of any answer to give Lelouch.

And as he knew he eventually would, Lelouch conceded. He stood, slow, as to not embarrass himself further by fumbling through the sand, and held his hand out, accepting the vagueness of the entire situation as a whole, his eyes down at the boy he'd found.

The sun was smiling on Suzaku, Lelouch thought as he stared down at him. The boy basked in the bright rays, his dark skin giving a warm aura that Lelouch couldn't help but notice yet again. Coupled with the highlights reflected in the cinnamon-bronze locks there was no way the boy couldn't have been noticed for all his beachy glory. It was the part of the reason he had been the first thing Lelouch had seen and ran to. Beach Adonis's didn't happen often around the small stretch of sand near Lelouch's house.

The breezy picked up, giving an appealing toss of cinnamon curls, before Suzaku gave a wide, white-teethed smile and reached up to take Lelouch's hand.

Lelouch gave a tug and Suzaku hopped to his feet, pushing up to collide his lips with Lelouch's again. It was a deeper kiss than before, though with still little to no movement involved. Suzaku had tilted his head to get a better angle as his hand found Lelouch's pale cheek. The inexperienced one, Lelouch, gave a shiver as he had felt bare knuckles brush across his skin. And then it was over as Suzaku pulled back and they broke in a wet sound so distinctive of a kiss. Lelouch was frozen as Suzaku stepped past him to start towards the house.

Lelouch was very abruptly startled as he felt the rush of water over his toes. He looked down to discover the same thing with his eyes, sea water.

The tide was finally coming in.

There was a backwards tug at his hand and Lelouch turned to find the stray he'd just picked up. The breeze was still having its merry way with Suzaku bangs and fluttered Lelouch's shirt giving him a shiver.

"Are you okay?" Suzaku asked.

Lelouch sighed, unsure of how to voice his concern. His eyes shifted form a few unrecognized places to finally rest as he gave a go at words. "Don't you think we should at least learn last names until we start something of consequence?"

Another grin, breathtaking and bright, was his first rely, before the one that really concerned him. "No, not really." To reaffirm his point, a strong hand covered Lelouch's and fingers laced.

Not being the answer Lelouch had wanted at all, he have a grumbled mumble before throwing a glance around the beach, and stalking off, dragging the stray along with him. Suzaku, thee stray, seemed to follow gingerly, tightening his fingers around Lelouch's hand.

"Fine, let's at least get you cleaned up then."

Lelouch would have looked back as he said the words, but he had no desire to see that all too cheery smirk he already knew was there as he hauled the boy with him up to the old rickety house.

~What's yours is yours and what's mine—now appears to be yours also.~

In any other circumstance, Lelouch would have been ashamed of the state of the house, but seeing as his company was wearing nothing besides a small shell necklace snug around his neck (and Lelouch was sure it was probably one of the cheap things that could be purchased at any souvenir shop on the island) he wasn't exactly worried about making an impression. He just hoped he hadn't just let a serial killer into his house.

Lelouch had left Suzaku in the small kitchen, while he'd gone back to Rolo's room to find some suitable cloths. He knew Suzaku wouldn't fit into anything Lelouch owned and though his brother wasn't a great deal bigger than he was, Lelouch knew Rolo was indeed bigger, and hopefully a size Lelouch could squeeze Suzaku into. Suzaku did have narrow hips, but he was also a very broad boy compared to the linguini build of Lelouch.

"Alright, I found a pair of shorts Rolo never wears so I'm sure he won't care if you—Suzaku?" Lelouch, khaki shorts in hand, came into find a deserted kitchen. He couldn't help it as his hands, slightly shaking now set the shorts down over the backs of one of the kitchen chairs as he gravitated to the window seal. His fingers grasped at the white clay jar as he briskly pried it open—to find every last cent he'd saved still there. Relief flooded his lungs in deep exhale of breath.

"Suzaku?" He called again. He retrieved the shorts again on his way to the living room.

The stray boy must have heard him approach because as Lelouch neared the sliding glass doors Suzaku stood at he spoke. "I like that wind chime."

Lelouch glanced at the simple metal pipe chime. The wind was still playing at it as it had that morning. "It is rather annoying in the mornings when I try to sleep in."

Green eyes flashed to him. The intense color still had such an effect on Lelouch that he barely noticed the embrace Suzaku had wrapped Lelouch in for just a brief few moments until he'd been let go so Suzaku could survey out through the porch again.

"You should put more up. The wind is so nice up here."

Lelouch looked off towards the floor. "I didn't put it up, the people that lived here before left it." He went quiet for just a long enough moment for the words to sink in before he looked back behind him for the shorts again. "Anyway, I found these and—Where are you going?" Suzaku's habit of ignoring Lelouch while he spoke was starting to grate on his nerves.

But nevertheless, Suzaku was gone again with the only warning being the padded footfalls of his bare feet against the wood old wooden floors. He had headed through the hall and back towards the bedrooms. Lelouch fisting the hem of the shorts in his hand as he went to go after him.

"Suzaku! This isn't—"

Ring! Ring! Ring!

The old cord-phone in the kitchen went off in a rattle and fuss against it's base. Lelouch stopped his charge after his new stray to glance over through the doorway. His nerves won out and he went to the phone.

"Hello?' He answered as he lifted the base off it's hook on the wall to try and figure out exactly where Suzaku had gone.

"Mr. Lamprouge?" the high pitched, yet older voice on the other end asked. There was a twinge of hesitation within the tone.

"Yes?" Lelouch answered as he peered into the living room again. Suzaku hadn't returned to there at least.

"Are you the guardian of Mr. Rolo Lamprouge?" hesitation again.

Lelouch stopped setting the phone base with a clank down on the kitchen table. "Yes, I'm his older brother. What has he done?"

"Oh nothing like that sir, It's just we need someone over eighteen on the Emergency Contact list."

Lelouch looked up sharp at that. "I'm over eighteen." Barely, but that wasn't the issue.

"I know, but if I could just talk to your parents that would help clear something's up."

"Yeah, well I'd like to have a chat with them too but that's not going to happen." Lelouch growled into the receiver. "Now, if you would I'm a little busy and since there's no real problem with Rolo I'm going to have to say good bye now." He slammed the phone back on to the base.

"Suzaku!" He yelled. His hands fisted as he snatched the shorts off the couch and stalked back to the bedrooms. His feet made loud thudding sounds with each step as he approached his own room.

There, of course, is where he found the hi stray. Lelouchs once neatly made bed had now been constructed into a messy looking nest, and at the center of which lay Suzaku. He'd apparently found himself a pair of shorts on his own, looked to be Rolo's swim trunks (Lelouch had no idea where he managed to find those) and now carefree, Suzaku lay across most of the sheets, his still sandy bottomed feet hanging off the edge of the bed and his face to the large long windows. His chin rested on his arms and his shoulders held relaxed as he watched what Lelouch could only guess was the sea.

"Suzaku—" he started out with a harsh tone as his fists swung at his sides with each thudded step closer to the bed. Then those deep almost sea green orbs turned to him, mild surprise held in the slight widening of lids. Lelouch stopped, abrupt, before his own expression softened. "Suzaku." he let out quiet.

"Lelouch," the boy echoed as a smile broke.

Lelouch gave an answering smile of his own just long enough for Suzaku to turn back to the ocean. With a huff, Lelouch plopped down on the edge of the bed. His face was in his hands a moment later as he tried to figure out just how he was going to handle all of this.

Suzaku's attention had already been stirred and an arm snaked it's way around Lelouch's shoulders. "Take a nap with me," he coed into Lelouch's pale ear.

"I can't." Lelouch said as he looked up from his hands. "I have work in a few hours." If any other person would have asked him to take a nap in the midmorning he would have been mildly shocked. With Suzaku, Lelouch had been learning that spontaneity was to be expected.

"Then sleep with me now and go to work in a few hours." Suzaku concluded. Lelouch was as unsurprised about the request as he was to the feel of the tip of Suzaku's nose as ran across the bit of exposed skin at Lelouch's neck.

Though he was surprised and even gave a yelp as the arm around his shoulders was joined by another arm around his waist. With no time to prepare Lelouch was hauled into the nest of sheets, covers, and pillows. Almost immediately after the move, he found himself nestled in next to Suzaku, one arm still lazily around Lelouch's waist the other rested at his head, tan fingers stroking lightly.

"I can't—"

"You can go when you need to." Suzaku hummed into Lelouch's shoulders before he squeezed him tighter and closer.

"I—" Lelouch hesitated as his fingers, of their own accord, drifted to the tanned chest. "Alright," he sighed. "But just until I have to leave."

"Okay." Suzaku mumbled as his eyes lidded and his face nuzzled into the small space between Lelouch's neck and the sheets.

Lelouch decided his best option was to take the endeavor of action and let one hand move to cup around Suzaku's shoulder before then he let his eyes drift closed as well.

The last thought he could remember was that of the blood—where exactly had it all gone? Wasn't Suzaku supposed to be injured?

~Option one: ignore it~

Lelouch pulled the messenger's bag over his shoulder as he went back through the hall to his bedroom. Suzaku still slept, cuddled into the sheets, as Lelouch had stopped at the door. He wanted to give Suzaku a good bye. It was just—Lelouch's eyes ran over the tan places of the boy's mostly still exposed body. Suzaku was most definitely a beach Adonis, and those were never to be disturbed at such times of absurd eloquence.

When Lelouch had first woken from his groggy nap he'd blindly reached for the alarm clock at the bedside table, and after knocking most of the contents off said table, he'd managed to retrieve it and bring it up to give a grumble at the time. Suzaku had woken from the commotion and as Lelouch had risen, a hand reached out to catch Lelouch's slender wrist. Forced to look back over his shoulder, Lelouch was presented with half-hooded gleaming green. A hushed "I have to go," spilled out of Lelouch's mouth, though no effort was made to free himself. A still moment passed before Suzaku finally let his fingers slip against skin and curled back into the bed. Lelouch had given a sigh before continuing to the shower. When he'd emerged, Suzaku had been sound asleep again.

And Lelouch had decided that he would let him continue to sleep as he went back through the hall, picking up his car keys on the way.

"Damn wind…" Leloouch mumbled while he folded his arms over his chest and stepped off on to the dirt path to his driveway.

Notes for this Chapter:

I'm sorry it's so short. I had originally seen this as a one shot, but after it looked like it was going to peak far past twenty thousand words I was like uhm, never mind, I'll make it chapters.

Hoped you enjoyed it and review if you would like to tell me so! :D