Memories are transparent like glass.
Suzaku — Zero — feels as if he's been shattered, glinting in the light and blood-crusted. It's Lelouch's blood that marks him, his purpose, his wishes and Suzaku's own Geass.
But not this Lelouch. This one is younger, overly confident in his plans and less brutal. A Lelouch that still believes in the goodness brought about from building Nunnally's peaceful, new world. This one would never consider framing Euphy's death as a victory — at least not yet.
(Suzaku cannot hate him for it. What is done has been done… and nothing will truly change it, will it?)
Memories are not tangible, emotion-wrecked beings, and Suzaku realizes this while his eyes well up, stinging hot in tears behind the gleaming, polished Zero mask. His lips bite together, reddening raw.
Lelouch — Zero — runs those gloved, dark hands over Suzaku's upper arms, before gripping harshly around his neck and squeezing with all of his might. Imposter. It's not quite the strength he imagines, and Suzaku chokes out, forcefully prying apart Lelouch's fingers, his breathes rattling within the voice-modifier.
There's something erotic, painfully and dangerously intimate about this punishment. But wrong.
It's not… Lelouch.
Memories do not bleed, and Suzaku's mouth fills with the warm, escaping fluid, as his teeth cut into his own tongue from the pressure.
Would — Zero — suck it right off his lips, his mouth clashing possessively to Suzaku's? Would he tell Suzaku it was alright, you've done well, you're alive WITH me, ranking fingernails into Suzaku's brown, soft curls, murmuring against him and telling the lies Suzaku dreamed of hearing again?
Suzaku's own thickly gloved hands reach for the Zero — Lelouch's — helmet, pulling him in and colliding their faces, thudding dully as their helmets meet without warning. Suzaku's red-dripping mouth presses a fond, wistful kiss through the cold, lightweight metal, still breathing raggedly. Still not a word spoken.
Something… anything to feel…
Memories die, and eventually Lelouch has too, vanishing in front of Suzaku's very eyes. His knuckles brush aside the Refrain injector, as Zero lolls his head backwards in his quarters, eyelids fluttering shut.
CG is not mine. I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD COME CRAWLING BACK TO THE CODE GEASS FANDOM. IF ANYONE IS STILL HERE FOLLOWING ME, WAVE HI! I may have rewatched everything + peeked at the OVAs and I'm right back down the trash bin. This is great. Comment/s thoughts deeply appreciated!