The warehouse was cloaked in shadows.
The only source of light was from the dim moonlight spilling from the skylight above.
In the background, distant trains and the murmur of neon lights running through the city could be heard. Inside the warehouse, something else was stirring. Something with much more movement.
Lelouch stood in silence as he towered over C.C., who knelt obediently on the floor in front of him. Her golden eyes looked up at him expectantly, hanging on his every word. He looked down at her, his expression unreadable. Dominant.
In control.
"You obey me easily," Lelouch said, his voice low and smooth.
A small smirk spread across his face.
"I only obey when I wanted to," she said with her own smirk.
"Don't mistake submission for weakness."
"Is that so?" He leaned forward as he brushed a hand through her soft green hair. His fingers tightened slightly around the strands of her hair as he appeared to restrain himself. "Then show me."
C.C. smiled knowingly.
She moved with deliberate slowness as her hands came up to rest against his thighs as she looked up at him while leaning forward. C.C. licked her lips as she pressed her mouth softly up against the heat of him. Lelouch inhaled sharply as she teased him with her tongue through the fabric.
He didn't stop her.
"Take it out," he commanded with a slight growl.
C.C.'s hands went to work on his belt. Her fingers agile and confident as the belt loop was set free. Lelouch moaned slightly as he was set free. His gloved hand tangled tighter into her hair.
She then took him in, slow and sinful.
The sensation was immediate. Lelouch bit down, suppressing a groan, tilting his head back slightly, letting her work him over with a steady rhythm. Her tongue teased him while the sensation of her wet and hot lips took ahold of him. She looked up at him while taking him deeper, never breaking eye contact.
That was the part that unraveled his urges even more.
Not just the act of what she was doing, but her gaze and the emotions behind it.
He tugged harder on her hair, a silent signal.
She hummed in response as she kept taking it in, moving her head back and forth in steady rhythm. Her hands gripped his thighs, steadying herself as she took him in deeper. He leaned down as she continued taking him in.
"Good girl," he growled darkly into her ear.
When he couldn't take it anymore, he yanked her up onto her feet by the throat.
C.C. gasped as she stood, her eyes dazed but thrilled at the sudden movement. He spun her around without warning and shoved her gently, but firmly, against the nearby wall. Her palms braced up against the cold surface of the warehouse. C.C.'s back arched instinctively. Lelouch leaned in, his chest against her spine, as his lips gently bit her ear.
"Now," he whispered, his voice thick with power, "tell me how much you wanted me inside you."
She let out a soft moan, her breath shaky. "You're already inside my head, Lelouch… Do you really need me to submit more?"
Lelouch's eyes flared. He gripped her hips, his fingers gently digging into the sides of her skirt, pushing it up slowly. "I did, say it. This is what you got for being in a skirt. You knew exactly what you were doing, beautiful."
Her voice dropped into a breathy whisper. "I want you to take me. I want your cock, your commands. I want all of you. Tell me what to do, Lelouch. Fucking claim me."
He smirked. That was the only answer he needed.
Lelouch took his hands and gripped her hands behind her back as he pressed up against her, her boobs squishing softly into the wall. He entered her, his hips snapping forward into her with force and hunger. C.C. cried out softly in pleasure, her head tipping back against his shoulder.
The sound was feral.
He thrusted into her in a rhythm that was unforgiving, calculated, and so good he covered C.C.'s mouth with his hand as her moans echoed throughout the warehouse. The slap of his thighs pressing up against her ass was only interrupted by the heavy breathing and moans of the two as they struggled to keep it together.
With each powerful movement, Lelouch leaned in and whispered commands.
"You're mine."
Smack.
He spanked her hard, watching her body jolt with the impact.
"Say it."
"I'm yours," she panted, her voice hoarse. "Only yours, Lelouch."
He bit down gently on her shoulder, sucking a mark into her pale skin. Something primal twisted in Lelouch at the sound of her moans, her whimpers. This wasn't simple pleasure. This was dominance. Worship. All without his Geass. It was the simple domination of Lelouch himself.
Her legs trembled beneath him as her climax rolled through her in waves, her breath hitching, as her wet lips between her legs clenched tightly around him. He followed soon after with a low groan, his fingers tightening around her wrists as he spilled into her with one final thrust.
They stayed there for a long moment.
The warehouse filled with nothing but the sound of their panting.
Finally, Lelouch pulled away, adjusting his school uniform and pants with grace.
C.C. turned to face him, her lips slightly swollen, her body flushed.
"Well," she murmured as she brushed hair from her face. "You may not have been a god yet… but you certainly commanded like one."
He smirked as he adjusted his collar. "We'd see how long the world resisted me. It wouldn't have been any fun if everything happened at once. You should have known I liked to play my games."
She stepped in closer, placing a hand on his chest. "Your Geass was evolving. However, desire itself may not have been enough to win the war."
"I am not just building an army of lovers," he replied. "I am re-building the world in my name."
He turned, looked fondly at C.C., and walked out of the warehouse, slipping into the shadows.
His mind already shifted back to strategy, enemies, and the next pieces he had to move.
Lelouch smirked at the thought of what the next day may bring to him.