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[(AU) Code Geass] Imbranato

Series: Code Geass , but it is completely AU. ^ ^
Pairing: Suzaku x Lelouch , of course . (There are a pairing, are a drug).
Rating: R (just because a little bit here and there is strong). Melancholy icing, three kilograms of ammorre, a liter of Lulu that haunts Suzy. All prepared on the notes of Imbranato , Tiziano Ferro.
Note1: betata was not, settle.
Note2: In the midst of the moment Code Geass fanfic I was pg with others, sorry, dhely . Compensate for the length and I hope the beauty of these two lovebirds. Happy birthday.
Note3: They do not belong to me. CLAMP have created them mothers. PERO 'because they have left to the delight Sunrise seemed that they could manage as best they can, I think the least we can do the same too, no? (With all that I can write yaoi fanservice het SuzaLulu for the rest of my days, then ). Britannia Villa obviously does not exist, I do not think I ever even see from outside those wonderful homes on the Appia Antica, but they were years I wanted to write something on it.
Note4: The sequence of the trickle of juice apricot @ neera_pendragon , which goes raving my gratitude for not killing me when I pulled into the maelstrom SuzaLulu, to write together , often late at night and then starting to rant about these two.
Nota5: If you get to read it thoroughly you'll also have time to comment, and plz, I really like your comments * _ *.

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Rome.
Enclosed by stone walls and hedges of jasmine, a villa: neoclassical structure, intricate decor now sober hours as those of a dream, tree-lined boulevards, elegant arcades, Roman copies of Greek statues on the terraces, stone bodies that have observed for decades on human affairs, the guardians of the secret worlds of many, many times, an English garden, all around, so irregular that it seems a park, or a labyrinth, with its paths Hidden umbrellas and intricate leaves and trunks, flowers. Near the back entrance of the house, a patio, a large swimming pool with a gazebo Liberty style, the chairs, climbing plants.
Villa Britannia.

Suzaku was a gentle soul person. He fought hard and had a childhood, there was just very early, but not had it in for anyone, not even the sky. A certain quiet tenderness made him particularly attentive to everything that needed love, he had excellent memory for detail, good character's win over the confidence of employers, and an ability to sweat and patience did the rest.
He began working the case for a nursery near his home on the outskirts, then was hired by a firm of professional gardening and had worked so hard and well that when there was to send a boy trusted an old friend who worked for the Roman high society, was chosen him. A
use as a residence in Villa Britannia was an honor as well as prestige. He belonged to an English family for at least four generations, the owners were titrated in Britain. Suzaku did not know what to expect, and the idea that if they did by going there the first time faded instantly. Received him most, who had asked there, and who introduced him to one of the masters: the elder brother of the four (one with a German name that Suzaku would not have been able to write), blonde with blue eyes and pale. He was very courteous, and penny. A quick welcome, then Max took him immediately to see where was the dependence of service, where the instruments, to finally show the English garden, pointing to the names of plants and flowering seasons. Suzaku had heard all in silence, memorizing.
The house had the charm of a quiet, peaceful place, surrounded by greenery and away from the bustle of Rome, where the ruins of the age Imperial are scattered like gravel.
Its tasks were simple indeed. He had to open his mouth only with responsible, never to look at the house, do not disturb the owners, keep the pool clean, and do everything that we needed to do. There were even
animals in residence, and very often it was almost empty except for staff. Except when there were parties. And these were of two types: those of the younger son and the others.
The youngest son, Lelouch, was particularly generous, and very exuberant. When inviting people went on all night, and the next day the garden was a mess. Usually clean up after the feasting was the responsibility of Massimo. He worked there for four years, and slept in the servants' annexe two nights a week, but Sunday morning was to fix the damage of the exuberance of the boys: it was hard work to be done quickly, efficiently and confidentially as possible.
was 25 July, Suzaku had just turned 23, and got up at three in the morning, to stay in Britain at Villa ten to four: Max was sick, had asked him to replace the previous evening .
The request had a little 'surprises, could hide himself a bit of anxiety was a huge responsibility ... After a year that saw the villa six days a week, did not cross any of the owners, merely doing his duty in the garden, and leaving Max and the other gardeners all the responsibility of the contact with the British.
He accepted, despite reservations: Massimo would not have left in the lurch. He had put his uniform, white gloves, a hat hanging on your belt. Some already singing bird, the garden was quiet. He knew who had been fired at one o'clock all the servants, and had to finish everything by ten.
Max had told him, with a shrug, that usually there were few people out at that hour, which worked well without disturbing anyone. So Suzaku had started work, patrolling first the more distant parts of the residence, finally approaching the pool. Was collecting empty bottles of wine, beer and spirits leave anywhere near the deck chair when he heard some footsteps, and voices. He kept his head down. Max had told him that he had never seen Lelouch closely.
The probability of him that night we just had to do was zero. But if he had seen him off only if approached. So Suzaku kept his head bowed, a little 'discretion for a while' is not interested in anything that he could see.
After about ten minutes, however, curiosity got the better: the three people who were there, only heard two voices.
The sky had just begun to lighten, street lights were all turned on by the pool, not to mention the lights under water. He saw a boy very thin, dark-haired, walking on the paved poolside He had a white shirt unbuttoned, his bare feet, and a bottle of something in his hand, which sometimes took a few sips. Lelouch had to be him. Suzaku could feel it, had something different from the other two, a girl from the groin miniskirt, and a little boy who was a fool, talking loudly.
continued to collect waste: how many people had been invited? At least twenty people, looking at a guess all the work that needed to be done. The house was dark and quiet, the parking lot was almost empty, should have been only those two guests, along with the young master of the house. They made the sunrise, then they would go to bed, slept until lunch time to wake up with food on the table, with the only concern to choose how to spend money in the afternoon.
He felt envy, or resentment, Suzaku. He wondered how could only be living like this. He was not sure he would have liked, it was not even tempted to try. After all, it was fine now, had no financial problems, the work was enough for many small things, and set aside at the end of the month.
The three sat on the wooden deck chairs. Suzaku raked in a corner of the pool is completely ignored, as if it were a plant, or a vase, placed there for decoration. Still only two entries, the third, that of Lelouch, interposed only occasionally. Suzaku stole another look: he was laid back, and stopped to bring the bottle to his lips, leaving yet another empty waste land.
had something ... sad? That kind of sadness knew her well. Suzaku shook his head reproachfully for such silly thoughts. The bag was full, rather. I closed it up, came back, putting to one side. He did everything quietly, hoping that his return to those three had disappeared: it would put an uncomfortable having to clean the near them. He had more problems with the attitude of those people there, no one could make him feel inferior. He lived in a third floor apartment, rather than in a paradise-like villa, so what?
When was the driveway, they were still there, but the scene changed slightly: Lelouch was time poolside, watching the water, and seemed quiet despite being in a precarious position, and who knows what he must have drunk crap . The other two seemed to really worry about.
Suzaku heard an alarm bell, just before Lelouch really fell into the water.

E 'started it all for your whim.
I did not trust ... it was just sex.

muscles yelled to take the brain where it had stopped him: had no business His was not his affair. But the other two did not move, and rapidly approaching the pool heard loud comments about clothing brand that could not get ruined as well. Did not stay longer, he left everything he had in his hand and jumped into the water.
grabbed the other boy, pressed it to his chest, and re-emerging with a hand held to the board, giving itself a vigorous push with his legs. Easily lifted him poolside, and it was just outside, dripping wet and under shok for what he had seen. She worried tinker, gave little patting the cheek of the young dark-haired, the other said something Suzaku's brain would not understand. They seemed too affected by alcohol and by the evening, but did not show a particular concern.
A quick glance, however, was enough to seriously worry about Suzaku: Lelouch did not move. Ignoring the other two took off the gloves, took her face in her hands, joined their mouths, forcing air into his lungs, he pulled up, pressed her hands together naked on the sternum, rhythmically. After a few moments
coughing, Suzaku turned it on its side, he saw water and vomiting expand on the stone floor. The hand held forehead, to relieve stress, and stroked his back. He understood why he had not weighed in the arms: compared to him was very, perhaps too thin.
- It 's all right, all right ... - Said her lips up, without noticing.
She took it as a reassurance to her, he rose to his feet, heedless that Suzaku could see from that position ... um ... everything.
- Perfect, then we think you? There is no one inside, and we have to go - said the lip gloss, smiling. The boy beside her nodded, Suzaku, and time to really understand that were giving up their friend to a perfect stranger, had already gone.
Lelouch of the pitiful condition spurred him not to stay there.
He looked around and sighed: it was only to bring him home, ask him what was his bedroom, up to undress, leave it there, and go back down to finish what he had to. He could do it.
passed his fingers through his wet hair, straight hair, holding her head raised to mess with that stuff do not stink that had taken out of the stomach (it was not great, but who knows what he sent down was a terrible smell).
- It 's all right, I'm here. - Said, this time with more determination. Eye color of a strange, strange ( purple! ) rested upon him, out of focus. Suzaku took him in her arms, holding it in an almost possessive. He felt it tremble from weakness and fear. Certainly he was feeling cold, so wet it was. The face
tenderness. He gave a feast for the people, those disgusting. Who would have expected that drowned? He was more upset than he thought. None would have to live like that.
followed the stone walkway to the entrance, which had remained open. Concentrate sull'indovinare as soon as possible bathroom, did little attention to the house full of things, in the shadows at night. Some lamps were lit, the room was in disorder dramatically, there was also a room with pool table, the sticks were sleepers, balls on green velvet in disarray, and there were bottles, cartons, cups scattered everywhere really.
Suzaku wondered how he could clear up all the servants before lunchtime. He knew that they could not set foot in the house until noon, mandatory order for Lelouch, who was asleep after the holidays and did not want to hear noises in the house ... Provisions that absurd!
looked at the semi-unconscious face of the boy who held his arms, and instead of anger, he was thinking I kissed .
A kiss, just one. And it was to save his life! It's not that if would be taken, right? You probably would not remember, but the so-called friends would do him this, and how!
Suzaku cursed the bad luck, but finally found a bathroom. She asked him if he was articulating well throw up again, Lelouch, sitting on cup pad down, shook his head, holding well-placed on the wall. Unfortunately Suzaku was not new to having to watch drunk. He was convinced that he had thrown it all out, but he he was not the nanny, just had to bring it back to bed, and there ended. The
dabbed her hair, strong and delicate at the same time, then the face. He took a towel, put it pour over his shoulder, and then a second, which wrapped the body lean. The shooting arm, of course I was not able to walk.
Lelouch mumbled something indistinct, Suzaku merely responding.
- A night's sleep and you'll be better. Where is your room? Upstairs?
came a coherent response. Up the stairs, the fifth left. Lelouch kept his head bent over her shoulder, and Suzaku climbed slowly step by step, not too strapazzarli: Lelouch was already sufficiently miserable conditions, even if we had started with his own hands.
He expected the room in a mess like the rest of the house, but it was clean and tidy. Probably did not allow anyone to enter. To open the door he had to let him put his feet on the ground, supporting it with his arm around his life.
He accompanied his steps to the bed, threw it across the white towel, very soft, let me lay down. He tried to light a small light, he chose the one on your desk.
Lelouch was lying on his back, on his side, head near the foot of the bed, curled up like a wounded animal.
Well, now he could go. Now ... Suzaku's fingers tapped on the shoulder, piano.
- You have to undress and sleep, okay?
- Mhm mhm.
said that nodding, without opening his eyes, rubbing her cheek against the towel as a pillow to dig more comfortable.
Suzaku opened his mouth, started to speak, closed it dumb. He shook his head, angry with himself (he knew that in one way or the other thing that would bring trouble), but could not help but get to undress: shirt, belt, pants .. . Oh, it was not underwear. Suzaku blushed and tried not to look, gently dabbed the skin, drying it. The massaged muscles numb, trying to restore his sensitivity and warmth.
- Get up, you have to lie down under the sheets.
As envisioned, it was useless. Lelouch was where it was, and also let fly a look confusing, but precise enough to make him suspect that he was returning, albeit slowly, in itself. It was better hurry up and disappear. Pulled back the covers curled up under the mattress and the pillow, took him in her arms again, and laid him with his head on the pillow, tucking the sheets. So should be fine. She watched him and found him so beautiful that, stupidly, would have been willing to look at rest.
Stupid really.

But sex is an attitude
Like art in general
And maybe I understand and I'm here .

was good as Suzaku few things had ever seen.
not only wanted to see him stay.
He wanted something else. And he had also kissed. What did it taste those lips? The chlorine had already stopped to hear it. He would never know. But he had kissed, kissed ...
He turned his head, striving to see it again, look to the lamp. Before he could move, however, felt grasp hand. Reluctantly turned back.
Lelouch of violet eyes were fixed on his, seemed to have recovered, and was not quite so pale.
forced him to swallow the saliva suddenly abundant. He touched the skin until a couple of minutes before, through the towel. As she felt under his fingers, his mouth? As he moaned, enjoyed?
- What happened?
- Have you had a little 'too, made a splash in the pool. Now you're in your room. He tried to pull
fingers from those of the prince, to no avail. He did not dare insist. The thing was starting to bother him too much, he did not like, but could not come off. Had become accustomed to their imbranataggine, we have to be patient.
- Oh yeah? And you have brought me here.
nodded, not trusting his voice. He could not have anything to do with those people, did not understand them, did not intend to start thinking. He worked there and that's it.
Lelouch touched her head with the other hand, contracting the features into a grimace of pain.
- Coca Cola.
He made a vague gesture toward a point of the room, Suzaku jumped at the opportunity to stop the heat contact between them. He saw a can on a table, opened it and handed it to him. Lelouch raised himself on one elbow, took one breath, licking his lips. Slipped hand it to him, saving him the trouble to speak again.
- I have to go sir. - Dry said, looking at the door - Set yourself.
- Suzaku?
Struck, was forced to watch it again. Lelouch smiled.
- As you know my name?
- Call Lelouch. I heard Max call the other day.
- Ma ..
- Suzaku, I was wondering one thing. Sorry

know if I try to insist
becomes unbearable.

was the moment of his life that Suzaku would remember the next day, such as: escape thrown away. He would have to shake my head, say something for the occasion (which would have been impossible, was not able ), and then exit the room from the Villa, retrieve the gloves in the garden, continue to collect bottles and rubbish, tidy up, then disconnect, go to the post office to pay taxes, go home, cook something, a few hours sleep, see what was in the cinema, watching strut, having dinner with popcorn, then to bed at ten , because the next day had another day's work. Instead
had stayed there, listening.

But I love you ... I love you ... I love
Here we go again ... ok, is ancient, but I love you.
And sorry if I love you and if you know
two months or so

- Would you come to bed with me? I do not think I should pay you.
Suzaku had so many degrading things in his life, but never, never, he felt humiliated as at that time.

And sorry if I do not speak up
But if you do not cry I die I do not know if
know that I love ... .

remembered that he muttered something in reply, her voice trembling.

And I'm sorry if I laugh, I look at you from the embarrassment
yield, fixed and tremble at the thought of having you next

and feel your only .

The words were irregular exit throat, like a broken laugh. It was a delirium of drunkenness. It did not mean anything. It would mean
anything with or without a hangover.
defenses of Suzaku had closed like a clam, so violent. Not only his pride, but something else, something that should not have been involved with a stranger: her feelings. What did he ever Lelouch? Seduction? Fun or, worse, ridicule? Need for affection? What could he know?
you feel when what is believed to armor melts in an instant, like a sheet of ice only an inch thick?
She would gladly have sex with him ...

And I'm excited that I speak here
... I am a geek .

... just sex.
What came out from the lips of Suzaku was not even remotely close to what would later recalled, that is: a small whisper. It was, in fact, a sharp response and half-shouted, furious, indignant.

Hello ... how are you? Useless question!
But I love makes me predictable .

The next day, while picking fruit from one of the apricot trees, had just approached him, Lelouch. Him some questions about the incident of the night, Suzaku answered in monosyllables or so, standing on its own. Failed to ask how you felt, out of delicacy rather than indifference. He just simply respond and, on top of the stairs, feeling the fruit with bare hands to decide what was right and what is not. Work under the hat's green eyes glowed, lit by bright light and the concentration, the sweat was sliding on his temples: the hairline was dark brown, and the humidity made them sweat slightly moved.
It was very hot, and the proximity of the other guy made him shake. He avoided looking down, except when the answer, with a polite gentleman every sentence, deliberately ignoring the request made by Lelouch to address him, the night before. Suzaku Lelouch did not know whether he remembered, and how and what: he behaved as usual, did not ask to be called by name, in his attitude there was a shadow of shame or modesty. It was enough to assuage the doubts of Suzaku. He was only a dull
tension, while he continued to feel up the apricots, rummaging through the grapes and leaves. Lelouch was silent, watching him, Suzaku tried not to show embarrassment.
With the sun beating down there were no shadows to conceal anything, nor a wisp of wind. It was a perfect day for to lie on the sand, the sea, with no thoughts in head and only the pulse of your body.
Everything was still, except bees and the chirping of cicadas deafening.
- Passamene one.
- My hands are dirty, sir - said, hoping to dissuade him enough.
- Never mind.
Suzaku looked at the basket, looking for the most beautiful and stretched the arm holding it at your fingertips. Lelouch's eyes met, and even their fingers touched. An electric shock passed over his back, he hastened to resume what he was doing.
- Hmm, is good - felt, along with the sounds of the lips and tongue that can taste as you do.
not resisted, consumed by curiosity, and ended up turning around: it took that phrase. It was locked.
A trickle of juice, the right side of his mouth. Ran, blocked any thought of something else while Suzaku. The empty mind, fixed that act on that language, lazy, flashed, catching the liquid fast of temptation.
Lelouch opened his eyes, bit her lower lip, smiled: - Why do not you leave me this basket at the front of the pool?

Suzaku nodded, waited for the other leaves to remove the cap, wipe the back of his hand on his forehead. Hovered on the fingertips feeling a touch, so light that he could imagine. It was hot, probably. Maybe it was better to break. She worked with more vigor, to finish at least the tree. His movements were precise as before, but his head was elsewhere. Finished
all descended from the ladder, took the basket. He kept his eyes down approaching the house, Lelouch, fearing that he could look out the window of his room. Forecast wrong heard noises in the water, began dell'idiota for not just noticed the clothes, just before, Lelouch was wearing, now abandoned in bulk on a deck chair. And Lelouch
emerged from the water, crossing his arms on board, looking at him with a cheeky smile. Worse still, he pulled up, sat poolside, skinny legs curled to her chest and stood up. Dripping and fully exposed if not for the costume, walked on the grass, up to metterglisi front.
Suzaku did not dare take a step.
Lelouch's wet laid his hand on the forehead, providing the reaction of the other, almost dodged.
- I just want to freshen up - she said, touching her cheeks.
Suzaku's skin was burning, was tanned and sweaty, Lelouch's held the top of the neck in the palms, feeling the blood pulsing rapidly. The other could not do anything with that basket of fruit in hand.
And he knew that Lelouch would not let him fall.
pulled over their lips. A gesture almost childlike, spontaneous.
- Thanks for tonight.
The basket slipped off the fingers that made no objection, he kissed my cheek and disappeared into the house.
The pool was there, silent and blinding mirror.
waves left by Lelouch's body had disappeared, but not its presence.

piano notes were getting into the air constantly, throughout the afternoon.
did not I think of him.

I speak a little, I know it's weird, I drive
plan will be the wind, the weather, will be ... Fire!
And sorry if I love you and if you know
two months or so

She had not seen, even from afar.
There had been no more parties.
After a few months since, Lelouch, quietly and without saying a word, he mounted behind the scooter, helmet on head and ordinary clothes. Suzaku, who had been lost in thought, he looked stunned, his hands on the handlebars. As always it was washed in the dependence of domestic workers, after an afternoon to go back and forth in the park of Villa Britannia, with head bowed and hands never still, watchful eyes on the details.
was in September, one of those Roman evenings of autumn the wind is still warm and the night is yours.
Suzaku had understood. He had turned and was gone. His was a 125 a bit 'old, having carefully. Slowly walked the path of Villa, direct to the gate. Lelouch used to open, your remote control, put it in the pocket of his jacket dark, closed the zipper. He put his hands on his hips Suzaku, remaining soft and relaxed while he drove. Walked along the paved road Appia Nuova, where only scooters and cars had access, and the tall pines punctuated walks on foot or on two wheels.
Suzaku had a very conservative guidance, and wonder of the sunset in that part of Rome gave him even less reason to hurry. The silence between them, then, was unique, and did not want to ruin it for the world.
came at the end of the street, stopped, looked right and left onto the street. It was seized by a doubt.
- Where?
- towards Trastevere, would you like to dine there?

And sorry if I do not speak up
But if you do not cry I die I do not know if
know that I love ...

The hours passed.
The days passed.
They had sex so many times to lose count.
shouted the name of each other, at the height of pleasure.
Lelouch quarreled with his family, Suzaku had understood from some small details. The confirmation in late November, with the double dismissal, Villa Britannia and from work in the firm. The boy responded with a shrug, thinking of the bills to pay and the thirteenth was not coming. Leave or do anything for Christmas, it was impossible.
Lelouch was unable to speak before leaving the Villa for the last time.
He had tried to phone off.
He had left a voicemail message. Three sms by the evening.
His heart had fallen under the feet, the quakes were the corners of the mouth, but did not dare cry. For what? For such a relationship, something that he knew that was not ... nothing ...
He had prepared a plate of spaghetti with butter and Parmesan cheese, if he had forgotten in the pot, had come a shit, and they had just touched. Had turned on the TV in my pajamas. He should check Portaportese, or Internet, or at least put on the washing machines. It would have done immediately, the old Suzaku accustomed to kicking in the stomach, not to lose heart, to rebound with a smile. The Suzaku Lelouch
before. This
, watched the TV with dull eyes. He was alone again, as it had always been, only worse because it was ... Now the loneliness weighed, it was unbearable. Clutching a pillow, cross-legged on the couch, hugged him. We buried his face looking the smell of Lelouch.
Luckily he had not changed the sheets, thank goodness, he would not have endured, to lose even that, as he had lost Lelouch lose ... As he had never could really tighten it to himself, really understand it, talk to them. Force him to open up, to tell him what he felt, to make him confess that it was just sex and nothing more.
was not good at those things, Suzaku. Not at all.
was a nerd. And he knew it. He should not have his way into the story, never let him help include, never get lost in their games in his heat, enjoy snoozing in his mouth and watch it after they had finished with his hands through his dark hair, violet eyes that just sparkled pay between the eyebrows.
All details that come to mind, all together, stunned.
rang the bell, stood up, opened it without asking who he was. It was probably the usual Mr. Luciano, the high of his 80th birthday, he was wrong every time, and instead of buzz the intercom to his daughter. It had to be returned from the first tournament of cards at the bar.
was back in the kitchen, looking for something strong to drink. With a hangover was begun, with a hangover was to end, right? It was a way worthy of completion.
Only a hangover.
It was pouring a glass of Vodka strawberry (they had bought, holy god, together ), who also played the leads. Poured a few drops on the kitchen table, looked around bewildered, not understanding. He left everything there, ran to the door, pulled the latch, opened it.
was Lelouch, with a backpack.
He started to enter, even without permission, Suzaku stopped him, looking into his eyes. He looked serious, deadly serious.

And I'm sorry if I laugh, I give
embarrassment I stare at you and tremble

Lelouch felt insecure as ever in his life. At the same time he had ever wanted anything more strongly, for nothing would fight till the last breath.
sank in the eyes of Suzaku. The items that had been prepared, if it was instantly forgotten. You look horrible
Lelouch would have said the other, trying to break the ice. This
smiled, a smile on the verge of tears.
- Suzaku? I was wondering one thing ... I know it's crazy, but we can live together? Home for the euro, made out to me. I portion of the proceeds of, and a bit 'of money aside. And I've almost finished college.
Silence. Lelouch continued
- I know what you're thinking ...
- No, I do not know.
- I love Suzaku.

The idea of having you next
and feel your only
And I'm excited that I speak here
... And I'm a geek ...

Suzaku hugged him in her arms. The backpack fell to the ground with a soft thud. He took both inside and closed the door, I pushed against Lelouch, passionate kissing so sweetly that her knees gave them both, and still tight kissing again and again, on the floor, until Suzaku not picked him up. Direction? Bedroom.
And then?
late in the evening, Lelouch got to cook something. They were so happy to have talked in fits and starts, in broken phrases. So happy that it took an hour to pull off this simple meal, including a kiss, a caress, a joke and a hug.
Suzaku continued to be a little 'clumsy, and Lelouch did not ask for anything else from life.