USER: Make a beginning story set in Code Geass...Lelouch going about his student days...or rather...WERE going on his student days...running a rebellion secret as Zero is a lot of work...against the fight of Britannia...it has complications as well...allies...tactics...battles can go wrong...and for here to Lelouch here in Ashford Academy?..his current and perhaps the most laughably disbelief...but all too real complication of his right now?..busy making out with Suzaku Kururugi...childhood friend...pilot of the annoying Lancelot...the Knight of 7 to Princess Euphemia...all of this...Lelouch knows...but Suzaku?..all he sees of Lelouch is childhood friend...and maybe more from this kiss......and that's it......and Suzaku really is doing that deep kissing and loving thing REALLY close to Lelouch....tongue even...as Lelouch wants to laugh...and Lelouch curses his body...why he can't he pull away from the kiss......if he can...or cry even...because...this...god...how did this even...as Lelouch stifles a sound of pleasure...as Suzaku keeps going...both stop...saliva trail apparent as both they separate...both panting...yes indeed...how on earth did this happen...?..as Suzaku murmurs..."...Lelouch..." then hugs him closely...as if possessively...as if he doesn't want Lelouch to go just yet....and then Suzaku says something that actually makes Lelouch's heart do a certain traitorous thump...god...as Lelouch tries to protest...what about Euphie?..Suzaku is her knight!..but then Suzaku says...
CHATBOT: Lelouch's breath hitched in his throat, his mind whirling with a cacophony of thoughts as Suzaku's lips finally left his own. The close quarters of the Ashford Academy gardener's shed were suddenly too close, the air thick and charged with the heavy scent of earth and something unspoken between them. They were just inches apart, yet the expanse of differences between them could swallow continents. "Lelouch..." Suzaku's voice was a whisper, warm breath fanning over Lelouch's feverish skin. "Suzaku, we can't--" Lelouch tried to back away but found himself pinned by Suzaku's arms, the wall at his back giving no quarter. "What about Euphie?" Lelouch's protest was feeble, barely audible over the sound of his own racing heartbeat. Suzaku's gaze was intense, burning yet tender, and his thumbs brushed against Lelouch's cheeks. "Euphemia is important to me... but so are you, Lelouch. There's a place in my heart that's always been yours." Lelouch's mind screamed the gravity of their treason, but his traitorous heart did indeed thump harder. Suzaku, the Knight of Seven, was here, holding him, confessing an attachment that bordered on forbidden. Yet, that same Suzaku was unaware of the mask Lelouch donned when the sun set--the mask of Zero, the leader of the Black Knights, the very antithesis of what Suzaku stood for. "Lelouch, say something," Suzaku prompted, a furrow of concern etching his brow. "Suzaku," Lelouch began, the strategical part of his brain urging him to craft a lie, to maintain his cover, to protect his mission. Yet, as he looked into Suzaku's eyes--the eyes of the boy he once played with innocently, before the world forced them into roles of adversaries--he felt disarmed. "Just... why? Why did you kiss me?" "I don't know," Suzaku confessed, his own voice barely above a murmur. "I just know that when I'm with you, things make sense. Fighting alongside Euphie, piloting the Lancelot... it's my duty, but this," he tightened his hold on Lelouch gently, "this feels like more than duty." Lelouch's mind warred between cunning and desire, each side clamoring for dominance. Here he was, inches from the one person who could unravel him entirely, by revealing him or by... caring for him. Suzaku chuckled softly, breaking Lelouch's strained contemplation. "You're overthinking again, aren't you?" Lelouch sighed, exasperated, "Suzaku, you can't just make jokes right now. Do you comprehend the implications of what you're doing? Of what you're saying?" Suzaku's teasing...