Special Thanks:Dark Bless, Lelouch Vi Masters, EchizenRyomaLover, Yuzuki Inohara, cia, Lovegranted, luckless-is-me

Warning: Alright, there have been a few of comments on the content that is in this fic. I'm not going to dance around this issue. This is not a nice story. This story will only get worse from here out, to make that perfectly clear. This is not a story for the kiddies. And unlike the content that is and will be in stories like Minor vs. Major which are vital plot points, this edgy content IS THE PLOT for Entanglement. Sex, blood and gore are the basis for this story. If you choose to stop reading, that is fine with me. I'm grateful for every read I get and thank you for reading up to this point. But this is the last warning. I'm not going to apologize for what I write. This story isn't for everyone and I realize that, so if you feel this is too much, thank you very much for the read and I hope that you will continue to read some of my more tame stories.

III

6/7/2012 6:57 PM

His eyes were infectious. Even from across the room, Lelouch caught a glint of those leafy green pools. And they were so perfect, framed with those long, warm, cinnamon-hued lashes. The slight red lost in that warm color contrasted with those beautiful eyes and made them shine even more. Lelouch could see the navy blue in that long cloak was a good choice. It complimented that sun-kissed tan skin and then sparked those perfect eyes making it all the better for Lelouch's increasingly indulgent mind.

"The Chinese Federation has increased their Navy operations by…" Suzaku continued for the general that had just finished. The boy took a step forward as he mimicked back all the information Lelouch had been briefed on hours before.

As an emperor it was his responsibility to pay his Knight the attention he deserved. This would be Suzaku's first leading operation under Lelouch after all. It would need to go off smoothly, perfectly to impress the kind of fear that Lelouch would need before he moved his full forces front and center in to the EU.

Lelouch let a smile quirk as those green eyes flicked just enough to the side, and Lelouch knew Suzaku focused on him for just half a second. There was a tremor in Suzaku's voice, a pause, and then Suzaku glanced away and went on with his practiced speech. Lelouch wanted to chuckle. His boy was trying so hard to impress everyone here—and he outranked all of them. But that was Suzaku, always on the offensive before anyone had ever made the first move.

Not that Lelouch could blame him, He had watched Suzaku's locker smeared with hateful words and watched the bulling and the taunting. And that was only in a high school. Lelouch had no idea what had been going on—

"So what is your plan for first strike?" It was one of the much older nobles that had spoken up.

Suzaku looked up from the notes on his hands and blinked for a moment before looking back down and answering. "Well, I would be leading the first strike unit."

"But you have had little to no Navy experience?"

There was a part of Lelouch that flared, a part of him that wanted to strike out hissing and venomous as ever—but he sat back. Suzaku could defend himself. He had defended himself for a very long time without Lelouch, and once Lelouch was gone Suzaku would have to defend himself again. He would have to stick up for himself when people questioned him.

"General," Suzaku started respectfully. He set the leaflet of papers down on the table and placed his hands out, his fingertips the only thing that touched the table's surface. "I have led entire fleets as the Knight of Seven. I have set off war heads that have killed millions. My experience on the battle field has been extensive to the point that as a non-Britannian I earned every promotion in rank I have received within the military. So yes, I will be leading the first strike myself."

Lelouch just smiled and sat back. He even relaxed enough to take off his hat, setting it on the armrest on his left side and leaned back into the cushions of his seat, confident there was nothing really that Lelouch could contribute more to this meeting.

He hadn't bothered to turn the lights on this time. C.c. hadn't wanted to drag herself out of Lelouch's bed for another long night of research. Not that Lelouch could complain about that, as long as C.c. wasn't around his stress level wasn't constantly spiking. Besides that it was kind of nice to be there alone.

The school's indoor pool was huge. Their swim team was after all their premier sport. Lelouch had never realized before when other people were there or he was dealing with C.c.'s nagging comments or simply because he made it a habit to skip his gym class as often as he could manage, but being there alone, in the dark was kind of refreshing. There as a certain beauty to the dark water off to his side. The large tall diving platforms loomed over him with towering figures. The only light in the room was that artificial blue hued glow from his laptop. The light refracted of the water, thrown off the glassy surface to ghost across the ceiling and walls of the vast room.

It was eerie and it was dark—and Lelouch felt perfectly at home there. His workload was getting thinner with ever clicking minute that passed on his keyboard. It was comfortable and it was almost—homey.

At least until he heard the front doors open. It wasn't a perfect door and the metal on the bottom scraped across the cement as it slid open, echoing throughout the entire facility.

Instantly, Lelouch slapped his hand on the top rim of his monitor and shut his laptop before shoving it in his bag and standing. He made it a whole few steps towards the back doors before he found himself staring across the pool to staring straight into perfect green eyes.

"Lelouch?" Suzaku said as he came around the massive lap swimming pool to his friend. It was stumbling strides, almost like he was desperate to just find and be with someone he knew.

It was those eyes that stopped Lelouch. Those perfect eyes that had froze Lelouch in place. But it was his voice that broke Lelouch from his surprise. His hand was on the metal bar of the back door. He was so close to being able to just flee from a potentially dangerous situation for him. That break in his voice, that fact that his voice was low, his tone cracking, that was what made Lelouch release his means of escape and take a step back towards the Japanese boy.

"Suzaku," Lelouch said as he took that step forward.

Now Lelouch noticed the crease between Suzaku's eyebrows and even the downturn of those brown lines. There was no blissful smile plastered on to Suzaku's face. But there was—

"Why are you bleeding?" Lelouch asked.

Almost immediately Suzaku's hand came up to his mouth, whipping the back of his hand to that trial of dark red on his bottom lip. He didn't say anything, only looked down to his shoes for a moment, averting Lelouch's gaze altogether as he ran his hand over his lip again, trying to mop up whatever blood he could with his sleeve.

Lelouch took another step closer, this time coming within a more suitable distance to hold a conversation.

He noticed as he came closer the general disarray that Suzaku's person was in. That awful orange colored uniform was unbuttoned and wrinkled. His shirt was even unbuttoned at the top, his dress pans rumpled. He was a mess from head to toe. Even that mop of hair was in tangles, that wave of curls was almost hanging lack around his face.

"Why are you here?"Suzaku spoke up again in that small, quiet tone. Those perfect green eyes didn't lift from the floor as he spoke to Lelouch.

Taking in a sizable breath, Lelouch lied through his teeth. "I was finishing up some homework. It's quiet here so I like it to study."

He was jittery, Lelouch noticed as Suzaku just gave a nod, still averting his eyes. His hands were fidgety at his face and at his side. He didn't even question that fact that they both knew that Lelouch barely ever studied.

"Why are you here, Suzaku?" Lelouch spoke slowly, but not like he was speaking to a child. Lelouch wanted Suzaku to hear him, he wanted to avoid sounding like he was accusing him, he wanted Suzaku to feel free not to answer if he didn't want to.

Of course he did. Just like Suzaku was trained, a question was asked of him, so he answered. "I uh, I wanted a change of clothes, and uh I had some in my locker—here."

To touch him, Lelouch felt like he might break his friend into a million shattered pieces but Lelouch still wanted to make some sort of physical contact. He held up his hand, even holding it out towards his friend. "Alright, come on." There was a part of Lelouch that had always been very protective of his friend and now that he could see Suzaku in this state, Lelouch was afraid of what might happen if he left his lifelong friend alone. "I'll come with you. Let's go get you a change of clothes."

His eyes did shift up to watch Lelouch as he spoke this time. Suzaku took his hand away from his bottom lip for just a minute as he nodded to Lelouch, letting the eye contact linger for just a moment.

Just maybe, Lelouch felt like, just maybe it was okay to touch his friend. So he slid his hand onto Suzaku's shoulder, not grasping or holding it there with any amount of force. If Suzaku didn't want the contact it would be easy enough to break.

Suzaku let Lelouch's hand rest there though averting his eyes again to the floor.

For one peaceful moment neither of them spoke, neither of them moved and neither of them broke the small connection between them. Lelouch's eye caught on another dark drop of blood slowly rolling down from Suzaku's bottom lip again. The cut must have been deep to still be bleeding like that.

Then Suzaku took the first step forward, letting Lelouch's hand still rest on his shoulder as he went to move towards the locker rooms.

"Alright," Lelouch said under his breath as he diligently followed, letting his hand slip form Suzaku's shoulder as they walked. It was that slow almost stumble that Suzaku progressed to the locker rooms in. He didn't look anywhere but his feet as he walked. It was a bit fast though, Lelouch had to pick up the pace to keep up.

The moment they entered the white tilled rooms the automatic lights kicked on, blaring off of all that ceiling to floor white tile and beating them both over the head for a second with momentary blindness. It was Suzaku that recovered first and started down the rows to his locker. A second later, still shaking his head Lelouch followed. It was really eerie to hear his own footsteps echoed back to him. He could even hear when Suzaku stopped a few seconds ahead of him. Lelouch picked up his pace again when he didn't hear anything else.

When he came around the corner he knew exactly why he didn't hear Suzaku trying to fiddle with his combination lock. Suzaku stood in front of his locker, this time looking down at the busted lock on the tile floor. His locker wasn't cracked open. Suzaku looked up at his friend just as Lelouch took a staggering step forward. Shaking his head, Lelouch didn't want to see what would be inside, and he especially didn't want Suzaku seeing it in the state he was in.

But it was too late, Suzaku tore the locker open. He took an abrupt step back as the contents of an entire trash can spilled out.

Immediately, Lelouch retracted disgusted at the sight and smell of the filth that poured out of Suzaku's locker in a waterfall onto clean white tile.

"Come on," Lelouch reached out to Suzaku, ready to drag him out of there if he had to. He wasn't sure what had hurt his friend so much that he would act like he was—but Lelouch just wanted all the hurting to just stop. He wanted to stop everyone from hurting his Suzaku over nothing. His friend had never hurt anyone. His friend had never insulted a soul or struck back at anyone for anything. Suzaku was the fucking golden boy of all of Japan! And Lelouch was tired of watching how his friend was being oh so graciously rewarded for that.

It was when he heard the tumble of more trash on the floor that Lelouch looked up to see Suzaku shoveling it all out. Unlike Lelouch, Suzaku didn't look mad, or disgusted, or even bothered. He just looked tired, so very tired. A couple seconds later he pulled the white gym shirt out from the vile pile of waste. It was still white, which was a relief from all the trash it was buried in. But the real insults were all spray painted on to the fabric. Every form of profanity and then some Lelouch was pretty sure weren't in existence were scrawled out on the shirt. Lelouch could see Suzaku's entire demeanor drop as his hands holding the shirt dropped. It was when he was barely holding it at about the level of his knees that Lelouch could see the true desperation on Suzaku's face. For just one night—Suzaku looked so very weak, like he was beaten for once, like he was just entirely too tired to even keep fighting.

Then Suzaku set the shirt on the bench next to him and started to pull off the orange jacket of his uniform. He set the jacket next to the shirt careful not to let them touch before he latched on to the white rumpled shirt and went to pull it up over his head.

"Suzaku, no!" Lelouch hissed as he scrambled forward. His hand fumbled to stop Suzaku, getting a hold onto his friend's wrist.

"Don't," Suzaku said to Lelouch, pushing him back. "No, you don't understand." He pulled the shirt all the way off to set it on his uniform jacket. "I can't stay in these cloths any longer, I can't do it." He was pleading now, pleading to just get out of his cloths.

Shaking his head, Lelouch couldn't think what could drive Suzaku so far. "No," His hand struck out this time stopping Suzaku from taking up the soiled shirt. "Not those. You—you can wear my gym cloths. Just don't put that shirt on." Lelouch wasn't sure he could bare it if his friend sunk that low, practically licking the bottom of the boots of those who hated him. It was already unbearable to see the military kick him around. It was just disgusting to see what his classmates could make Suzaku do as well.

"Come on, let's just go to my locker." Lelouch directed Suzaku around the mess on the floor. He scooped up Suzaku's uniform, leaving everything else, and physically pushed his friend away from the filth. "Just wear my cloths, okay?"

It was a small nod, but it was an affirmative and this time Lelouch took Suzaku's hand in a firm hold and pulled him down a couple more rows to his own locker. They stayed in silence until Suzaku was dressed into Lelouch's barely fitting gym cloths and walking out of the locker rooms.

"Can we sit down?" Suzaku asked, tugging at the hold Lelouch had instigated again. They weren't really holding hands; there was nothing affectionate or romantic about the hold that of Lelouch's hand on Suzaku. Lelouch was grasping Suzaku's hand, keeping him close, keeping him from running away, and hopefully keeping him from falling to pieces.

"Of course," Lelouch nodded, watching as Suzaku sat at one of the plastic lounge chairs around the swimming pool. Not willing to break the hand hold Lelouch had on Suzaku, he promptly sat down next to him.

And more silence.

After a minute of the uncomfortable thicket of unspoken curiosity Lelouch looked up to Suzaku. "What happened? Before you came—what happened?"

Startled, Suzaku's eyes shot over to look at Lelouch. "I—" his voice stalled. His eyes scared and there was a look in them, like he felt cornered.

"You don't have to tell me." Lelouch concluded and looked away. Being pushy between them wasn't the way that things should be.

Suzaku let that hang for a moment, letting that moment hang there over them before he spoke. "No," he shook his head. "I mean if you want to know—you're my friend so I should tell you."

Turning his head, Lelouch looked sideways up through his fringe, waiting for Suzaku to start on his own. Pushing him into telling Lelouch what happened would only make matters worse.

"I uh—" Suzaku wasn't looking at Lelouch again. He did look down at the uniform folded and in this lap. "I was promoted in the military. I'm working in engineering now, but I was promoted in rank. And uh," He had to stop for a second, wiping his hand across his bottom lip again. "I had to get the promotion signed off by my platoon officer on some paperwork so that I could move here on campus." He smiled for once at that.

Lelouch gave a smile as well. It would be nice to have Suzaku closer, living in the dorms, easy to just go visit.

The smile didn't last long though as Suzaku went on. "Well I—I went into his office and he," Suzaku swallowed, "He ordered me to get on my knees—" Suzaku completely averted his face this time leaning forward, his face dropping into his hands.

With a shaky hand, Lelouch wasn't sure if this was the time—but he moved his hand up, and buried it in that mass of curls. Suzaku didn't shrink away and Lelouch started to pet through those curls, noticing that Suzaku could use a shower. It didn't stop Lelouch though and a second later Lelouch slumped over his friend, embracing him as best he could. Suzaku didn't stir from his hunched over position as Lelouch cover his back, letting his head rest on Suzaku's shoulder, and kept petting his hand through Suzaku's hair.

They stayed like that for several minutes.

Suzaku surfaced from his hands and reached up, clasping at the arm Lelouch had secured around his shoulders.

"Lelouch," Suzaku turned his head as he spoke.

In response, Lelouch raised his head to look into those perfect green eyes.

"Can I—can I stay at your place tonight?"

It was a sad smile that Lelouch broke into this time as he answered. "Yes, of course you can, Suzaku." Lelouch focused back on petting his hand through Suzaku's hair, feeling as the boy calmed under his hands.

"I think that we should send a more experienced Britannian man in along, just to see that things are done with excellence, you honor." The general gave his reply directly to Lelouch. He stood and even faced his emperor.

First, Lelouch looked to Suzaku. If the wrong action was taken than it was quite possible that Lelouch could anger Suzaku over the matter. Suzaku let Lelouch have a longer and longer leash as time went on, but the flippant use of his power still had the tendency to get Suzaku yelling at him in minutes—though his knight had been calming over the last week or so. Maybe it was those old issues finally being worked out, finally let laid to rest in hopes that the two of them could truly be friends again.

When his gaze fell on Suzaku though, he was met with the look of—a Suzaku who had been beaten into submission far too many times. A Suzaku forced to comply in spite of what he deserved and what he had earned on his own merit. His head down, his eyes were at his shoe. He held his arms behind himself, in a clear militarily signaled sign of submission, relenting to whatever choice was made regardless of his opinion.

Standing was too much adieu to give to this issue so Lelouch simply smiled as he raised a long elegant hand from the armrest. Careful and graceful as ever the contacts slipped from his eyes and two bright blood red birds were in their place. That smile almost canine, Lelouch spoke with a deep voice of authority, "I command you to follow Suzaku's orders, you will do whatever possible to make him satisfied."

"Lelouch—!" Suzaku's head snapped up and wide eyes focused on him.

In an instant the entire room had tensed as Lelouch reached back up and replaced the contacts. Those under Geass and those not all fidgeted alike. What was to be done in a situation like this? It was purely thrilling to see them all cower under the pressure, the fear of being next to look the emperor in the eye.

Of course, Lelouch couldn't revel in that sudden surge and charge of power as the fast clicking of boots brought his gaze and he found Suzaku quickly making his way up to the throne. Jaw set and eyes narrow, Lelouch wanted to let out a heavy sigh at his Knights general lack of fun.

"Dismissed," Lelouch waved his hand in a lazy roll to the war counsel assembled.

The sound of chairs scrapping across marble floors filled the room as almost instantaneous the room cleared in nervous and hurried footsteps in the men's wake. A smile quirked at Lelouch's lips as he watched everyone leave but the ignorant man that had dared to make eye contact with Lelouch, what a perfect situation.

But Suzaku was very insistent of his attention as he cleared his throat at the foot of Lelouch's raised throne. To please his knight, Lelouch let his head lull in his direction, but didn't scrub off his amused smile.

"This isn't a game, Lelouch." Suzaku growled at him, eyes glowering under that heavy, concerned brow. "These are peoples live you're playing with."

An elbow on the arms rest, Lelouch leaned forward and rested his chin in his palm. "Hasn't it always been? I mean my gift doesn't exactly work with strictly chess pieces, now does it?"

Suzaku turned his head away, flushing in his lack of retaliation. He couldn't argue when it became a war of logic.

Like a cat slinking up for a long nap to slowly stride in for a meal, Lelouch slinked out of his throne to stride closer to his knight. He guided Suzaku to turn around and to see the man still under the bright ringed influence of Lelouch's Geass.

"Lelouch—" Suzaku growled, almost trying to resist for a moment.

Lelouch stopped and this time took another approach, stepping closer he took Suzaku's hand and this time tugged him to follow him over to his mark. "Come on," He cooed in a quiet tone.

There was another moment of Suzaku's resistance, another moment where Lelouch had to actually tug at Suzaku's hand. Then Suzaku took a step forward and, though not exactly gingerly, followed in Lelouch's footsteps.

In the next moment Lelouch had Suzaku positioned before his awaiting servant. Lelouch sidestepped and slide behind Suzaku. He slid his hand from Suzaku's hold and started to run his fingers up along the soft fabric of Suzaku's sleeve.

"Order him to do something," Lelouch leaned forward, whispering into those soft, cinnamon curls. His other hand came up, resting against Suzaku's shoulder blade, holding him from backing out of the situation. Suzaku was far too good at sliding out of things he didn't want to do.

Suzaku turned his head, showing Lelouch as he knit his brow in annoyance, "No," He went to turn away, almost stepping out of Lelouch's grasp, "I'm not playing your sick little games with you."

Lelouch latched his hand around Suzaku's wrist stopping him as he leaned forward into his ear again. "Order him to get on his knees."

That stopped Suzaku, it froze him, rooting his feet, and shocking his eyes wide. When Lelouch rested his chin on Suzaku's shoulder, lulling his head to the side, he watched Suzaku's delicious reaction. Another smile slid into place as Lelouch saw that bob of Suzaku's Adams apple, signaling the deep swallow.

"I'm uncomfortable—"

"Order him," Lelouch stopped Suzaku's protests short of ever really starting.

For the first time, Suzaku looked up to his awaiting servant Lelouch had provided. "No," Suzaku shook his head with vigor this time, but he didn't move. "No, he's done nothing."

Just a little more coaxing, Lelouch started to chafe his hand along Suzaku's sleeve. He moved his other hand around to wrap his hand around the peak of Suzaku's shoulder. He took a step closer even, letting Suzaku know he was behind him, letting him feel his warmth, and know he wasn't standing there alone. Lelouch then leaned up on his feet, his lips close to Suzaku's ear, "Order him to get down and get on his knees in front of you,"

It was perfect. Lelouch could feel the rush of emotion quickly taking hold of his knight. He could feel Suzaku so tense, so oblivious to their inappropriate proximity. This line between simple friendship and a deep form of connection between them had always been just a little hazy, but under Lelouch skilled logistics, he'd easily smudged that line almost completely out of existence, letting himself slide closer and closer to what he really wanted. Ordering Suzaku to do something had never gotten Lelouch anywhere. Suzaku had to be coaxed into action, had to be manipulated to feel it was the right action to take.

"I can't," Suzaku's voice was abruptly very quiet, very small.

"You can, Suzaku," Lelouch answered. "Just do this for me, just once."

He was thinking about it. Lelouch could tell as he watched his knight swallow hard again and those eyes flick down, looking at the former general before looking away again. Suzaku was thinking long and hard about it and to help him along, Lelouch started to stroke his long fingers on his arm again. "Just once," Lelouch assured.

There was another long moment before Suzaku gave a nod, a triumphant smile broke on Lelouch's lips, and Suzaku looked down into those red ringed eyes.

"On your knees," His voice trembled—his entire body trembled with the effort of speaking those words.

Lelouch reveled in it. His eyes hooding, it took everything in Lelouch to not let his body just lean forward, not let himself fall against Suzaku and feel that wonderful tremor fleet through Suzaku's body first hand.

The man before them slid to his knees, a smile on his face as he did so.

And Lelouch couldn't stop himself, he just started to speak, "You've just received a promotion in rank. A promotion you deserve and a promotion that was earned through your sheer hard work and skill as a loyal citizen of Britannia," Lelouch kept his fingers skirting up and finally let him still and he cupped the crest of Suzaku's shoulder. Lelouch leaned forward, letting his head rest at the peak of Suzaku's spine. "But to be able to advance you need this man's approval, you need him to sign off on your worth,"

He could feel as Suzaku tried to take a step back, only to find that Lelouch was there, holding him in place.

"Order him to come forward," Lelouch blurted. He wasn't watching any longer, his eyes opened, but this time he just listened, just let his body feel for Suzaku's reaction.

As expected it took a few silent seconds, but in that same quiet, breaking tone Suzaku finally spoke, "Come forward."

He was doing beautifully well, Lelouch thought to himself. Suzaku was doing so well, Lelouch hugged him closer from behind as a reward. He smiled, just closed his eyes for half a second and smiled before opening the flood gates of words again. "Why have you ever needed his approval? Why have you ever had to follow his orders?" Lelouch cooed the words to his friend before he opened his eyes again. "Order him to remove your belt."

"No," Suzaku shuddered at that.

Lelouch suspected he may have hit a very tender spot in Suzaku's memory at that.

"No, Lelouch, I can't do this," Suzaku stammered, shaking his head this time, and his hands went to his face, hiding behind his fingers. "I can't do it. Don't make me, I can't do it."

It was the tremor in his voice that caused Lelouch to look up. It was the way that Suzaku looked, his eyes slits, and his mouth open in a gaunt frown. This wasn't helping. It was only making things so very much worse.

Lelouch opened his mouth, raising his head to look around Suzaku's shoulder, ready to call it off, and back away—

"Please my lord," the eager servant shuffled forward on his knees, his hands pawing at Suzaku's front.

As always with Suzaku, it happened so fast, Lelouch barely caught what happened, Suzaku gave out a struggled yell resounding in Lelouch eyes as a haunting "no!" The sound of a sword being pulled from its hilt collided almost instantly with the bodily crack, and smack as it penetrated through the man's chest. Stunned, Lelouch blinked as the body dropped to the marble floors and within seconds their shoes were coated with bright red blood as it pooled out around the body.

Lelouch couldn't dwell on the sudden flare of a flourished obsession. His eyes gleamed at the sight of death and blood, another dreadful smile as he realized he never ordered Suzaku to do any of it. But Suzaku was collapsing in his arms.

Staggering back, Lelouch managed to drag them back to the platform of his throne. But undignified he ended up flailing back on his ass, clutching at Suzaku's ornate uniform to try keeping the boy from sinking to the floor.

With shuttering, unstable and heavy breathing against his neck, Lelouch was amazed as Suzaku turned into him, folding an arm around Lelouch's neck and curling against Lelouch's chest. It took a moment of shock at the surprisingly forward action of his best friend for Lelouch to collect himself and do as he had always wanted to, wrapping his arms tight around Suzaku and start lending him immediate, affectionate and intimate comfort.

Lelouch's fingers immediately thread through those beautiful, soft curls. "It's alright," Lelouch voiced as he let his eyes slide closed. "It's alright, we can stay like this as long as you would like Suzaku."

And they did stay like that for a long time, Lelouch continually petting his fingers through Suzaku's hair until he finally felt Suzaku calm under his touch.

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