Thanks for all the reviews and support, guys! Round two comin' at ya!

The content starts getting explicit in this chapter – you've been warned!

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The world almost seemed to go in slow motion as the two closed in on one another. Lelouch gained the initial advantage, his lips crashing against hers first and drawing her in with a fatal attraction. Her muscles tensed, and her natural instinct was to lean forward – which proved to be exactly what he wanted as his arms laced around her back and tugged her right onto his waiting lap.

She broke away from him, caught entirely off guard and gasping for air, "Y-you bastard! You're not playing fair at all!"

She swore that damn sneer of his was plastered on his face with superglue. "I don't recall establishing any rules," Lelouch remarked airily. His fingers trickled up her back, snatching an involuntary shudder from her body. "Quit being so stubborn already… you're supposed to be enjoying this."

Kallen was already preparing a snappy retort, but Lelouch had the foresight to cut her off, resuming the kiss with a renewed passion. With all of his trademark poise, his tongue slyly parted her lips, teasing hers before slipping back from whence it came. A muffled moan, perhaps of irritation, was his reward, and despite themselves they both began to pant heavily, addicted to each other's taste.

"Mmngh… Lelouch," Kallen managed between their desperate kisses, a sudden thought striking her. "What if someone finds…"

"Giving in already?" He turned his cheek from her and held her closer, craning his head around to nip at the side of her neck. One of his hands grazed along her side, undoing one of the zippers of her two-sizes-too-tight top slowly. His tongue slid at the same agonizing pace down her soft, exposed skin, pausing at the crook of her neck to lightly bite down with a sharp canine. Kallen gasped, clinging to him. "How very disappointing… you're so delicious, Kallen."

The way he rolled her name off his (rather skillful) tongue was even more delicious. She wanted him to touch her, feel her down and have his way with her, and especially vocalize her desire to hurry things along; but she would not have it, and Lelouch was not have it. The game was still at stake here.

He nibbled his way back up her neck, delighting in each squeal of pleasure she made. Meanwhile, his opposite hand had focused its effort on unzipping the other side of her top, and much to both Kallen and Lelouch's relief, it slid away, revealing a very plump pair of breasts. As to be expected, Lelouch's attention was immediately seized by them.

"What have we here?" he purred, fingers literally twitching with anticipation. Lelouch took a pert nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rubbed. He didn't have to stop to gauge a reaction, or even look up. He just grinned upon hearing her moan deeply. "You're very lucky… I hear you women kill for a decent pair of these."

"God, Lelouch," Kallen bit her lip, and then subsequently cried out as he began to suck on her like a nursing infant. The disturbing question of how he was so… good at this only had time to float briefly through her mind, drowned out by the intensely hot sensation overwhelming her body.

Going to lose… How ambidextrous of him! While he was licking away at her left breast, his free hand fondled her right, paying it the same tender loving care. She squirmed, unable to fight off the permanent blush that had invaded her cheeks. ...at this rate!

She froze suddenly, though her wavering gaze was still very much on Lelouch. Noticing her hesitation, he lapped at her now raw nipple one final time and quirked a questioning brow. His eyes flew open when she flashed him a small, wry grin and thrust a hand down his pants.

Perhaps a tighter pair would've been a better choice, he thought in retrospect. Fingers curling around a particularly sensitive part of him broke his infamously analytical concentration. A low rumble was conceded from his throat.

"Not so talkative now, are you?" Kallen challenged him, continuing to cup and stroke him through his undergarments. He grit his teeth in response, but the lust in his narrowed violet eyes told her all she needed to know. Gradually her generous hips began to move against him and his increasingly obvious problem; the feeling of something poking beneath her thigh was undeniable.

"Kallen," her name was uttered halfway between a moan and a warning.

"What?" she cooed innocently. She bat her eyelashes and smiled, but was still petting him. Lelouch wasn't sure whether to be frustrated or aroused. Well, he wasn't sure if he should be frustrated, at least.

"Just get on with it already, we're not –

"We are playing games in case you've forgotten," Kallen finished for him. His cockiness was awfully contagious, she noted. She broke away from him and made swift work of his zipper, tugging his waistband and boxers simultaneously down with it. His very prominent erection sprung out from a nest of curls, ready and waiting for her. She was in the process of lowering her head…

"W… wait! Surely you don't intend to…?"

Kallen glanced up. Lelouch was blushing, and looking rather… frantic. For once, he had lost control – and Kallen reveled in it. Part of her felt sorry for him. Almost.

"Round one might've been yours, but round two… is just beginning! This is my trump card!"

Kallen winked, and Lelouch began to protest…

"K-Kallen, hold on, I never said you could… ohhhh, god…"

Well, he was going to, anyway. But a hot chick blowing your brains out can make such a venture difficult.