Knight Plus Prince

Part 1

(Author's Note:) Ah yes, my favorite SuzaLulu doujinshi...I have decided to publish it in written form! I tweaked and added a bunch of details just so it would make a little more sense. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

Warnings:

-Coarse language

-Sexual intercourse graphically described

Disclaimer: I do not own this plot, story, or Code Geass.

(If you would like to read the manga itself, use this link: http://www.mangago.me/read-manga/code_geass_lelouch_of_the_rebellion_dj_kpp/). OR JUST SEARCH "kpp suzaku lelouch" ON THE FREAKING INTERNET!))

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KPP (Chapter 1)

***Suzaku's POV***

My daily routine as a knight of Britannia is wake up, get dressed, make my rounds on patrol, practice the basic Kururugi sword styles in the rear garden of the palace (directly beneath his highness's window), eat breakfast, and then...

Stopping at his highness's bedroom door, I check my pocketwatch. Good, I smile to myself, I'm five minutes early.

Making sure my clothes are in order, I knock once and say, "Please pardon me," before entering his highness's room.

Lifting the drapes and allowing sunlight to leak through the glass panes, I speak loud enough to stir his highness but, softly as not to disturb anyone else. "It's time for you to wake up, sire."

A shuffle of the sheets and a pale hand waves lazily from beneath the covers through the air. The hand belongs to my master, the 17th prince in line for the throne of the Holy Britannian Empire, Lelouch Vi Britannia.

His highness's voice is groggy. "Five more minutes...please..." before the arm unceremoniously plopped back onto the mattress and the even breathing resumed.

I smiled, watching his highness's serene face buried in pillows.

Yes, this is my daily routine...and I wouldn't trade it for the world.

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We first met seven years ago. In fact, I remember that day as if it were yesterday...

Poised with my wooden sword, I practiced a traditional festival dance in back of my family estate, the Kururugi Shrine.

"Yes!" I smiled to myself, proud of my perfected movements.

From behind me, a small voice piped up. "Hey you," it said, making me jump. I span around, finding that the owner of the voice was a boy my age. He was wearing a rather fancy trenchcoat, the lapel of his light purple dress shirt poking from beneath. His thick black hair was nearly shoulder-length and cut in what I thought was a girly hairstyle, neat and straight. Overall, he looked extremely put together and definitely wasn't from around Area 11.

"What...when did you get here?!" I asked.

"I was watching you the whole time," the mysterious boy lifted his head to look at me.

"Whoa..." I thought to myself, "His eyes...such a pretty color..." I shook my head. "Why am I so amazed? It's a stupid violet." But...when I looked into his eyes again, I was completely enraptured. They had a depth to them that held so many emotional secrets yet, so open and vulnerable. He looked...well...lonely.

"You seemed really focused, so I didn't say anything until you finished. I didn't mean to startle you, I apologize," he smiled softly, "Are you going to become a knight?"

"A knight?" I tilted my head to the side in question.

"Yes, I thought you might be training for that since you have a sword."