Dragonprints: Reunion
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bard_linnTitle: Reunion
Pairing(s): LelouchxSuzaku
Rating: PG
Summary: Take Snapshots from the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cgkinkmemeii and add fantasy elements. Unlike elarielf, I cheat. Also, pretty much all my knowledge of phoenixes comes from Harry Potter and Big Bird in China, so there may be some inaccuracies here.
Lelouch’s day went the same way every day.
Wake at the alarm. Immediately get out of bed and ready for the day. Eat breakfast. Feed Arthur. Dust the green and purple cranes next to Suzaku’s picture in the tiny shrine Genbu had helped him set up. Take care of household chores, work on school work, or attend class. Eat dinner. Practice his magic, as much as he could Overhill without transforming. Keep himself busy until it was time for bed. Shield his mind to keep the other Suzaku out.
His friends were worried. Milly in particular watched him carefully. Lelouch didn’t doubt that she thought he might be suicidal. She didn’t know what kept him here, rather than escaping Underhill to the Sea, to join those already sleeping until the world ended. He couldn’t leave Nunnally in Cornelia’s protection forever. Euphemia would go mad without her mate to join with her when the time came. And Genbu... Genbu carried on because Lelouch needed him. Suzaku’s father was a daily presence in his life. Together they kept each other holding on, keeping Suzaku’s memory alive, and going through the motions of living. Once he has finished his exams in the weeks following Suzaku’s death, Lelouch had chosen a closer university rather than a more prestigious one so that he could keep an eye on Genbu. He owned Suzaku that much.
He owed Suzaku much more.
Lelouch looked at the time and saved his paper, closing his laptop. It was time to start making dinner. He pulled together his materials, deciding in a stir fry. He had just finished chopping the vegetables when a knock at the door interrupted him. Frowning - it was too early for Genbu - Lelouch opened the door.
“Hi.”
Lelouch stared. Suzaku was there, in the hall, a sheepish smile on his face. “How - ?”
Suzaku apparently decided that standing in the doorway and staring wasn’t an appropriate welcome. He stepped forward and pulled Lelouch’s head down, kissing him deeply. Lelouch wrapped his arms around Suzaku, pulling him closer still. He had missed him so much -
Clarity of thought returned. Suzaku was back, yes, but he was only thirteen. He yanked free from the kiss, breathing a bit heavy. Just then he noted what Suzaku was wearing - elven clothing, complete with a red cape, lined in gold. Not the sort of thing that you could walk around in Overhill without attracting a lot of attention. “Come inside.”
“Gladly.” Lelouch stepped out of the doorway and let Suzaku in, closing the door behind him. The next thing he knew, he was pushed up against the wall, Suzaku pressing up against him, claiming another kiss, his tongue sliding against Lelouch’s. Lelouch fought, and lost, the urge to let out a moan as Suzaku’s body warmed his own. “Missed you so much.”
“Suzaku, we can’t - you’re a child-”
Suzaku snorted, but stepped back a bit. “Do I look like a child to you?”
Lelouch looked, really looked, at Suzaku for the first time since his return. He had grown; he was only about five inches shorter than Lelouch. He had more muscle on him as well, as the well-tailored shirt displayed. He has lost some of the baby fat in his cheeks as well, and there was a level of maturity in his expression that was out of sync with the child Lelouch had lost. In summary, he looked at least sixteen, except for his eyes. His eyes had changed, gaining sharper angles in depths, like the living gems growing in dwarf mines. Immortal eyes. “No,” Lelouch admitted reluctantly.
“There there’s no problem,” Suzaku answered. He pressed close again.
“What’s this for?” Lelouch asked, tugging on Suzaku’s red cape - he didn’t want to let this get out of hand. The material felt warm in his hand.
Suzaku rolled his eyes in a very teenage way at Lelouch’s less than subtle change in subject. “You know what it’s for.”
“I didn’t know you were a dragon.”
“I’m not.” Suzaku’s face lit up. “Do you want to see?”
“We’ll need to go Underhill -”
“Nope! I’m small enough to fit in the apartment.” Suzaku stepped away from Lelouch, and pulled his cape closed in front of him. There was a small flash of flame, and then the most beautiful bird Lelouch had ever seen appeared. Large enough that his wing span was over six feet, his gold and red plumage brought to mind fantastic works of art. “Do you like it?”
Forget his appearance; Suzaku’s voice in this form made Lelouch shiver. It brought to mind legends he had heard of the sirens. “You’re amazing.” He frowned, thinking about the mythical creatures he had studied. “Phoenix?”
“Yup!”
Abruptly the smoke detector went off. Suzaku let out a squawk, flapping his wings in alarm. Lelouch strode over to the kitchen quickly, before removing the battery from the device. “Does your transformation back include fire as well?”
“Not sure. I’ve never seen it from the outside.” Suzaku flew over to Lelouch’s side, then settled on his shoulder. He was lighter than Lelouch expected, but still heavy enough that he didn’t want to support him long. He headed over to the couch, Suzaku accompanying him, eventually settling on Lelouch’s knee. Lelouch gave into temptation and reached out to scratch the back of Suzaku’s neck, digging his fingers into the thick feathers. “Ooh - do that all day. I won’t even move,” Suzaku moaned.
Lelouch chuckled at the expression. He knew the feeling. That was always the worst spot when he was shedding scales; it made perfect sense that Suzaku had difficulties preening it. He scratched a bit more, then decided that he needed to distract Suzaku. The phoenix's moans went right to his hormones, and he was determined not to give into Suzaku so easily. “Fire, Suzaku?”
“What? Oh yeah.” Suzaku shook his head. “I could ask Euphie, but I’d have to go Underhill for that.”
“Euphie?” What did his bonded have to do with this?
“Yes. She hatched me, and raised me.” Lelouch frowned. Why hadn’t she said anything? Before he could begin to feel angry, however, Suzaku continued. “I didn’t remember a lot at first, but my memories came back in time. Then I needed to have my cape made, and I couldn’t successfully shift for a while.” His turned his head to nibble on Lelouch’s finger’s lightly. “I didn’t want to stay away any longer than I had to but..”
Lelouch had managed to shift shortly before he turned nine, but most dragons couldn’t shift until almost their second century, which was roughly analogous to the teenage years of a human. Lelouch was a rarity because he was half human and being raised in the human world. Suzaku clearly aged faster in his phoenix form, likely until he was fully mature, but even that took time. Shifting when you weren’t ready was dangerous. So was traveling from Overhill to Underhill, at least not without an elven key. The capes themselves offered some protection, but making one could take a while. Lelouch’s had required some of his shed scales. Suzaku’s probably used his feathers, hence the feeling of warmth in the material.
Suzaku shifted his weight, making Lelouch pull back his fingers. A flash of light - no fire - appeared and suddenly he had his lap full of human Suzaku. He kissed Lelouch again. “So. When can we get married?”
“Suzaku! You know that’s not legal. Besides...” How could he explain that he was essentially engaged?
“I know all about you and Euphie,” Suzaku replied. “And... I’m okay with it, really. You have to be bonded, and you and Euphie will end up having children, because otherwise you’ll end up going crazy. Besides, I always wanted kids, and Euphie doesn’t have a problem with sharing. She thinks I’ll make a good dad.”
“..You’re thirteen.”
“Or one and a half as a phoenix. Which is almost fully grown. You, on the other hand, aren’t even a century old. Euphie’s almost a hundred years older than you are! You’re a baby by dragon standards. I’m practically robbing the cradle.”
“No more kisses for a week.”
“Aww, come on, Lelouch! Don’t be like that.” Suzaku pouted. Lelouch refused to think how cute it looked. “I just got back.” And damned if the boy didn’t look amazing like that, his lip protruding just a bit, asking to be kissed -
The striking of the hour shook Lelouch from his thoughts. “I need to go cook.”
“You’re changing the subject again!”
Lelouch glanced at the clock. “You father is due for dinner in half an hour. Unless you want to explain your reappearance to him over takeout, you’d best let me up.”
Suzaku looked nervous. “My father?”
“Over for dinner every night he’s home,” Lelouch replied. He gently shoved Suzaku off his lap. “Watch some TV while I cook. The news should be on soon. You can get started on getting caught up.” Not that Lelouch thought Suzaku was going to really pay attention to it. Chances were that he’d spend the time worrying about his father’s impending visit.
Lelouch couldn’t blame him. How were they going to explain this?
Pairing(s): LelouchxSuzaku
Rating: PG
Summary: Take Snapshots from the
cgkinkmemeii and add fantasy elements. Unlike elarielf, I cheat. Also, pretty much all my knowledge of phoenixes comes from Harry Potter and Big Bird in China, so there may be some inaccuracies here. Lelouch’s day went the same way every day.
Wake at the alarm. Immediately get out of bed and ready for the day. Eat breakfast. Feed Arthur. Dust the green and purple cranes next to Suzaku’s picture in the tiny shrine Genbu had helped him set up. Take care of household chores, work on school work, or attend class. Eat dinner. Practice his magic, as much as he could Overhill without transforming. Keep himself busy until it was time for bed. Shield his mind to keep the other Suzaku out.
His friends were worried. Milly in particular watched him carefully. Lelouch didn’t doubt that she thought he might be suicidal. She didn’t know what kept him here, rather than escaping Underhill to the Sea, to join those already sleeping until the world ended. He couldn’t leave Nunnally in Cornelia’s protection forever. Euphemia would go mad without her mate to join with her when the time came. And Genbu... Genbu carried on because Lelouch needed him. Suzaku’s father was a daily presence in his life. Together they kept each other holding on, keeping Suzaku’s memory alive, and going through the motions of living. Once he has finished his exams in the weeks following Suzaku’s death, Lelouch had chosen a closer university rather than a more prestigious one so that he could keep an eye on Genbu. He owned Suzaku that much.
He owed Suzaku much more.
Lelouch looked at the time and saved his paper, closing his laptop. It was time to start making dinner. He pulled together his materials, deciding in a stir fry. He had just finished chopping the vegetables when a knock at the door interrupted him. Frowning - it was too early for Genbu - Lelouch opened the door.
“Hi.”
Lelouch stared. Suzaku was there, in the hall, a sheepish smile on his face. “How - ?”
Suzaku apparently decided that standing in the doorway and staring wasn’t an appropriate welcome. He stepped forward and pulled Lelouch’s head down, kissing him deeply. Lelouch wrapped his arms around Suzaku, pulling him closer still. He had missed him so much -
Clarity of thought returned. Suzaku was back, yes, but he was only thirteen. He yanked free from the kiss, breathing a bit heavy. Just then he noted what Suzaku was wearing - elven clothing, complete with a red cape, lined in gold. Not the sort of thing that you could walk around in Overhill without attracting a lot of attention. “Come inside.”
“Gladly.” Lelouch stepped out of the doorway and let Suzaku in, closing the door behind him. The next thing he knew, he was pushed up against the wall, Suzaku pressing up against him, claiming another kiss, his tongue sliding against Lelouch’s. Lelouch fought, and lost, the urge to let out a moan as Suzaku’s body warmed his own. “Missed you so much.”
“Suzaku, we can’t - you’re a child-”
Suzaku snorted, but stepped back a bit. “Do I look like a child to you?”
Lelouch looked, really looked, at Suzaku for the first time since his return. He had grown; he was only about five inches shorter than Lelouch. He had more muscle on him as well, as the well-tailored shirt displayed. He has lost some of the baby fat in his cheeks as well, and there was a level of maturity in his expression that was out of sync with the child Lelouch had lost. In summary, he looked at least sixteen, except for his eyes. His eyes had changed, gaining sharper angles in depths, like the living gems growing in dwarf mines. Immortal eyes. “No,” Lelouch admitted reluctantly.
“There there’s no problem,” Suzaku answered. He pressed close again.
“What’s this for?” Lelouch asked, tugging on Suzaku’s red cape - he didn’t want to let this get out of hand. The material felt warm in his hand.
Suzaku rolled his eyes in a very teenage way at Lelouch’s less than subtle change in subject. “You know what it’s for.”
“I didn’t know you were a dragon.”
“I’m not.” Suzaku’s face lit up. “Do you want to see?”
“We’ll need to go Underhill -”
“Nope! I’m small enough to fit in the apartment.” Suzaku stepped away from Lelouch, and pulled his cape closed in front of him. There was a small flash of flame, and then the most beautiful bird Lelouch had ever seen appeared. Large enough that his wing span was over six feet, his gold and red plumage brought to mind fantastic works of art. “Do you like it?”
Forget his appearance; Suzaku’s voice in this form made Lelouch shiver. It brought to mind legends he had heard of the sirens. “You’re amazing.” He frowned, thinking about the mythical creatures he had studied. “Phoenix?”
“Yup!”
Abruptly the smoke detector went off. Suzaku let out a squawk, flapping his wings in alarm. Lelouch strode over to the kitchen quickly, before removing the battery from the device. “Does your transformation back include fire as well?”
“Not sure. I’ve never seen it from the outside.” Suzaku flew over to Lelouch’s side, then settled on his shoulder. He was lighter than Lelouch expected, but still heavy enough that he didn’t want to support him long. He headed over to the couch, Suzaku accompanying him, eventually settling on Lelouch’s knee. Lelouch gave into temptation and reached out to scratch the back of Suzaku’s neck, digging his fingers into the thick feathers. “Ooh - do that all day. I won’t even move,” Suzaku moaned.
Lelouch chuckled at the expression. He knew the feeling. That was always the worst spot when he was shedding scales; it made perfect sense that Suzaku had difficulties preening it. He scratched a bit more, then decided that he needed to distract Suzaku. The phoenix's moans went right to his hormones, and he was determined not to give into Suzaku so easily. “Fire, Suzaku?”
“What? Oh yeah.” Suzaku shook his head. “I could ask Euphie, but I’d have to go Underhill for that.”
“Euphie?” What did his bonded have to do with this?
“Yes. She hatched me, and raised me.” Lelouch frowned. Why hadn’t she said anything? Before he could begin to feel angry, however, Suzaku continued. “I didn’t remember a lot at first, but my memories came back in time. Then I needed to have my cape made, and I couldn’t successfully shift for a while.” His turned his head to nibble on Lelouch’s finger’s lightly. “I didn’t want to stay away any longer than I had to but..”
Lelouch had managed to shift shortly before he turned nine, but most dragons couldn’t shift until almost their second century, which was roughly analogous to the teenage years of a human. Lelouch was a rarity because he was half human and being raised in the human world. Suzaku clearly aged faster in his phoenix form, likely until he was fully mature, but even that took time. Shifting when you weren’t ready was dangerous. So was traveling from Overhill to Underhill, at least not without an elven key. The capes themselves offered some protection, but making one could take a while. Lelouch’s had required some of his shed scales. Suzaku’s probably used his feathers, hence the feeling of warmth in the material.
Suzaku shifted his weight, making Lelouch pull back his fingers. A flash of light - no fire - appeared and suddenly he had his lap full of human Suzaku. He kissed Lelouch again. “So. When can we get married?”
“Suzaku! You know that’s not legal. Besides...” How could he explain that he was essentially engaged?
“I know all about you and Euphie,” Suzaku replied. “And... I’m okay with it, really. You have to be bonded, and you and Euphie will end up having children, because otherwise you’ll end up going crazy. Besides, I always wanted kids, and Euphie doesn’t have a problem with sharing. She thinks I’ll make a good dad.”
“..You’re thirteen.”
“Or one and a half as a phoenix. Which is almost fully grown. You, on the other hand, aren’t even a century old. Euphie’s almost a hundred years older than you are! You’re a baby by dragon standards. I’m practically robbing the cradle.”
“No more kisses for a week.”
“Aww, come on, Lelouch! Don’t be like that.” Suzaku pouted. Lelouch refused to think how cute it looked. “I just got back.” And damned if the boy didn’t look amazing like that, his lip protruding just a bit, asking to be kissed -
The striking of the hour shook Lelouch from his thoughts. “I need to go cook.”
“You’re changing the subject again!”
Lelouch glanced at the clock. “You father is due for dinner in half an hour. Unless you want to explain your reappearance to him over takeout, you’d best let me up.”
Suzaku looked nervous. “My father?”
“Over for dinner every night he’s home,” Lelouch replied. He gently shoved Suzaku off his lap. “Watch some TV while I cook. The news should be on soon. You can get started on getting caught up.” Not that Lelouch thought Suzaku was going to really pay attention to it. Chances were that he’d spend the time worrying about his father’s impending visit.
Lelouch couldn’t blame him. How were they going to explain this?
