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Lelouch pauses in the mirror, squinting at Suzaku’s reflection over his shoulder.
“Are you alright over there?” Lelouch glances at him, arching his eyebrows. “Do you need help?”
“No, I-I’m… fine…!” Suzaku huffs. “God, this thing Milly gave me to wear… is so tight…!”
Lelouch purses his lips, watching Suzaku struggle a moment longer, before turning back to the mirror. He teases at the red streak sprayed into the front of his hair, positioning it just so. Then he steps back to admire himself, turning this way and that to take it in - the long black coat with ragged crimson edges, the upturned cuffs and matching lapels, the lace waistcoat and the buckles at his throat and thigh… Visual kei, perhaps, with a little vampire influence. He’d complained to Milly, of course, but the truth is that he doesn’t hate it - even if the temporary tattoo is a little itchy.
He’s torn away from preening by Suzaku crashing into a table. He turns to watch him right himself, still struggling with the pathetic scraps of fabric Milly calls a “sexy popstar werewolf” costume.
“I think it might be too small for you,” Lelouch says eventually.
“Probably,” Suzaku grunts. “But we’re going… on stage soon…”
“You should have tried it on beforehand.”
“I just assumed… it would fit…!”
“You assumed wrong.” Lelouch folds his arms. “Milly may have even done it on purpose.”
Suzaku exhales, letting his arms drop. “You think?”
“I know.” Lelouch reaches out, taking hold of the scrunched hem of the tiny top Suzaku has spent the past five minutes attempting to squeeze over his broad chest. “What even is this thing?”
“Looks cool, apparently,” Suzaku says.
Lelouch is more inclined to say that it looks like a bikini top and even that is being generous. He tugs and fiddles with the skimpy black pleather, feeling the resistance of the seams as he rolls it down as much as he can. It’s asymmetric, to begin with, which may be the cause of Suzaku’s struggles. It’s also tiny. It just about covers Suzaku’s right pec, firm and pronounced as it is. There’s no way on this earth it’s covering the left one. Lelouch bites his bottom lip as he pats it down as best he can, adjusting the useless buckled strap just under the curve of Suzaku’s smooth muscle.
“You’re blushing,” Suzaku says bluntly.
“Shut up,” Lelouch retorts, embarrassed. “Have smaller tits, moron.”
“Heh.” Suzaku grabs hold of his wrist. “Never heard you call them that before - or say they should be smaller.”
“Get off.” Lelouch tugs - to no avail. Suzaku is smirking at him, which is daring from somebody who was losing a wrestling match with a scrap of pleather a minute ago. “I thought we were going on stage soon?”
“We are.” Suzaku grins, pulling Lelouch against his basically-bare torso. “But Milly hasn’t knocked yet, so…”
“So what?” Lelouch asks, letting his hand slide up Suzaku’s belly. “You think we’ve got time for this?”
“Maybe just a little taste,” Suzaku says, already pressing his mouth to Lelouch’s neck, nipping at his skin above the collar. “Your outfit is pretty sexy, you know.”
“I do know,” Lelouch huffs. He smirks against Suzaku’s hair, his long fingers squeezing at his exposed pectoral. “After all, I am the lead singer.”
“I guess your voice isn’t that bad,” Suzaku hums in agreement. “You can go pretty high-pitched in certain situations…”
Lelouch, rubbing his thumb over Suzaku’s nipple, teasing it to hardness, pinches it.
“Ouch!” Suzaku jolts back, hissing. “You bastard!”
“Oh, you invited that,” Lelouch replies.
Suzaku growls, befitting his werewolf cosplay. Lelouch smirks again, leaning close to his ear.
“Did it really hurt?”
“You made it sensitive so yeah!”
“Alright.” Lelouch rubs soothingly at it. “I’ll kiss it better.”
He sinks lower, pressing his open mouth to Suzaku’s exposed skin. He hears the Japanese boy exhale above him, sighing his pleasure as Lelouch swirls his tongue over his nipple. It’s still hard, peaking harder still against the tip of his tongue. Suzaku’s skin is warm beneath his mouth, tasting earthy, a little afterbite of salt. Lelouch teases with teeth, sucking firm enough to bruise, feeling Suzaku clamp his hand into his hair and hold on tight.
“Ahh… that feels… so good, Lelouch…!”
Lelouch hums his reply, letting it vibrate against Suzaku’s quivering muscle. He trails his fingers up and down his exposed body, fingering over the defined muscles of his abdomen, the core of his soldier’s strength. Suzaku’s costume is nonsensical, yes, but at least it’s not bad to look at and, ah, easy to access–
“Lelouch! Suzaku!” Milly pounds on the door. “I need you on stage!”
“Shit!” Suzaku recoils as Lelouch jolts away.
“We’re coming,” Lelouch snaps just as Milly swings the door open.
“The Halloween concert is starting now,” Milly says. “Rivalz is already warming up the crowd.”
“Suzaku was just struggling with that rag you call a costume,” Lelouch says primly.
Milly raises her eyebrows, looking Suzaku up and down. “Yes, looks like you need a towel.”
Suzaku quickly rubs at the wet patch clinging to his skin. There’s not much he can do about the faint imprint of Lelouch’s perfect bite. Lelouch huffs, perhaps to cover his embarrassment, and reaches for the fluffy jacket draped over the nearest chair.
“Here.” He helps Suzaku put it on, tugging it straight. It almost covers the bitemark. “Cute.”
“That sounded sarcastic,” Suzaku says.
“No, it is cute.” Lelouch smirks. “On you, anyway.”
“Don’t forget the wolf ears,” Milly says. “And then come on.”
Lelouch grabs the ears, messily glued to a plastic headband, and shoves them on Suzaku’s head. They’re a little crooked but they stick up sweetly from his curly mop of hair. They suit him, somehow.
“Adorable.” Milly is starting to sound a little stressed, which is unlike her. She gets behind them, ushering them towards the stage with force. “Let’s go!”
They get out into the corridor, Milly shoving them down the narrow pathway to the backstage area. Rivalz is already onstage, drumming up a solo to keep the crowd entertained, while Shirley and Kallen are ready to go on.
“There you are, Lulu!” Shirley scolds. “We can’t go on without our lead singer!”
“Just dealing with a wardrobe malfunction,” Lelouch replies.
“Ongoing, I see,” Kallen observes, raising an eyebrow at Suzaku’s attire. She slings him the bass guitar. “Let’s go.”
“Sure thing.” Suzaku throws the strap over his head, grazing his wolf ears.
“Careful.” Lelouch rights them for him.
“Thanks.” Suzaku leans in close to Lelouch’s ear, lowering his voice to a husky whisper. “I’ll be returning the favour to your exposed thigh later.”
“Favour?” Lelouch lets his gaze fall to the fading ring of teeth marks beneath the thick fur of Suzaku’s ridiculous one-sleeved jacket. “Ah. A threat, I see.”
Suzaku simply grins, withdrawing. He winks at him before turning on his heel to head onstage with Kallen.
“Come on, Lulu!” Shirley links her arm through Lelouch’s. “Let’s give it our best!”
She practically drags him onto the stage, into the burst of light in orange and purple and green. The crowd, made up of the Ashford student body in all manner of colourful costumes, cheers as they all take their places. Lelouch had rallied the loudest against Milly’s suggestion that they form a Student Council rock band to perform for the academy’s annual Halloween party but now, looking around at the banners of glittering bats, the stacks of glowing, grinning pumpkins, the glossy balloons proclaiming ‘Happy Halloween’, he has to admit that maybe it wasn’t her worst idea…
“Hello, Ashford Academy!” Rivalz yells over the thrumming of his drumkit. “Please welcome to the stage the Student Council you know and love, headed up by our very own Vice-President, the Black Prince of Ashford, Lelouch Lamperouge!”
Cheering. Screaming. A little swooning. Lelouch scans the crowd for the only face he cares about: Nunnally, in her cute lavender witch costume, seated right at the front with her friends. Satisfied, he takes hold of the microphone, exchanging a glance with Suzaku. The Japanese boy grins at him as he changes key. Huh. Lelouch never even realised he could play like that.
The Ashford Academy student body probably never realised their Vice-President could sing, either.
“Tonight,” he purrs into the microphone, his deep velvety voice richly filling the room, “we are Code Black in Ashford. I’d like to wish you all… a very Happy Halloween.”