Lawli: I am going to hell for this... I can't even use the excuse that it's a kink-meme request fill, because as far as I know it isn't... its all mee and my horrible, horrible mind. x-x;

Warning: Lolicon, shotacon.. underage boys and girls touching each other, homg! TURN BACK NOW YOUNG PEOPLE!

Sex Ed

Suzaku was surprised when, upon entering the storage house, he found the only occupant to be Nunnally. It was a rare occasion that the girl was ever left on her own – Lelouch was far too protective of her to ever leave her by herself, and there was also the fact that she was virtually helpless without the assistance of another person. Yet she lay in bed, completely alone, her eyes closed like always – making it difficult for Suzaku to gauge if she was awake or not. The smile that appeared on her face as he approached served as answer enough.

“Is that you, Suzaku?” she asked, already sounding sure of the answer but he nodded anyways in response – momentarily forgetting she couldn’t see the action and mentally kicking himself for being so stupid when he finally realized his mistake.

“Yeah, it’s me,” he replied. “How did you know?”

Nunnally giggled softly. “Suzaku’s footsteps are much heavier than onii-sama’s.”

Suzaku glanced down at his bare feet, frowning slightly before shrugging his shoulders, dismissing the subject. “Where is Lelouch?” he wondered. He’d come down to see if the siblings wanted to go out to his secret base, but knew it would be a bad idea to just take Nunnally with him without Lelouch’s permission.

“He went to the store,” Nunnally said quietly, an evident note of worry in her voice.

A crease appeared between Suzaku’s eyebrows. He’d told Lelouch not to go to into the village without him. The Japanese were a proud race, and didn’t take lightly to foreigners – especially Britannians, and especially during a time of such hostility. Several times Lelouch had returned to the storage house covered in bruises, all because he stubbornly refused to inform Suzaku when he would go down to the marketplace.

“Idiot,” he said under his breath, already turning to leave. If he ran he could probably make it into the village before Lelouch started his trek back to the shrine; clearly his protection was unwanted, but at the very least he could keep an eye on Lelouch to ascertain trouble didn’t find him. “I told him not to go out alone!”

“Onii-sama is very strong,” Nunnally said suddenly, and that was the end of both the conversation and Suzaku’s determination to go after Lelouch. Suzaku didn’t know what Lelouch was trying to prove – always doing things by himself, refusing the assistance Suzaku continually offered – but that obstinacy was getting on his nerves. It wasn’t easy for him to always be so nice to Lelouch! One would think he’d appreciate it!

In his frustration, Suzaku contemplated leaving and coming back later when he was less angry and knew both siblings would be present, but Nunnally’s hesitant voice stopped him from doing so.

“Um, Suzaku?” she asked, her voice soft, uncomfortable.

“What is it, Nunnally?”

“I need to use the bathroom.” Suzaku blinked, taken a bit off guard by the statement. “Can you help me?”

It took a moment for Suzaku to get over his shock from the question. It was spoken innocently enough, but for obvious reasons it was an embarrassing request – both to say and to receive. Suzaku didn’t have any siblings, and his only younger cousin he rarely saw, so needless to say he didn’t have much experience in taking care of kids. Nunnally, without the use of her legs or her eyes was completely dependant on those around her; usually Lelouch was always at her side, tending to her every need, but now he wasn’t and Suzaku did not for the life of him know how to even approach this subject.

As he was still young, Suzaku’s father hadn’t thought it necessary to teach Suzaku about the differences in male and female anatomy – though of course Suzaku was somewhat familiar with them. On her last visit to the shrine, his cousin Kaguya proudly informed him (entirely against his will) how she was an early bloomer. He’d been disgusted yet curious; but while Kaguya did tell him she (and all other women) didn’t have an ‘out-y’, as she’d called them, like boys did, she refused to actually let Suzaku see.

“I... I guess so.”

He gently picked her up out of bed, noticing as he carried her to the bathroom that his palms were sweaty. She rested her head against his chest, unaware of his nervousness, which grew with each step he took toward the little bathroom.

He was all too happy to set her down on the toilet, stepping back after she got a good hold on the special bar they’d drilled into the wall specifically for her usage and could support herself without his aid. And he had every intention of turning away from her after that, to give her the privacy everyone deserved when in the restroom, but two things stopped him – the first obviously being that she might need his assistance; Suzaku cared for Nunnally as he would his own sister, if he had one, and he was afraid to turn his back on her for too long in case something happened.

The second was not nearly so noble or innocent; for to be quite honest, his second reason was plain, horribly inappropriate curiosity.

As she reached behind and felt around for the flusher, Suzaku’s focused between Nunnally’s legs, boyish curiosity in his eyes and a dark blush on his face. A part of him knew this was disgustingly wrong, to stare at Nunnally like this – as if she were a scientific specimen of some kind, but in a way she sort of was because she was a girl and they were just so different...

Fshhhhhh. The water swirled around in the toilet bowl. Nunnally instinctively tensed up, thighs and other parts twitching involuntarily, without her knowledge of it even happening.

So weird...

And yet it was kind of cool, at the same time. Suzaku couldn’t look away.

“S-Suzaku?”

The soft cooing of his name made Suzaku jump and avert his gaze, ashamed of himself. “W-what is it, Nunnally?” he asked, hating the way his voice sounded guilty even to his own ears. She would certainly notice his discomfort.

“Is something wrong? I... I can feel you staring at me.”

In that moment Suzaku wished he might be struck down by some greater being; anything to escape actually explaining to Nunnally what he’d been looking at so intensely that she became aware of it. “I-I... um, well I...” he tripped over the words, unable to get them out and not even really knowing what to say. “It’s just that... I wanted to-to see what-t... Girls are... different... and boys have...” He wasn’t going anywhere with this and so allowed his voice to trail off as he hung his head.

Nunnally tilted her head to the side at his useless outburst.

And then she surprised him by giggling.

The blush on Suzaku’s face deepened and he crossed his arms over his chest, insulted by her laughter. How else was he supposed to explain himself to a younger girl?! She probably didn’t even know boys and girls had different parts down there! Lelouch certainly wouldn’t inform her of something like that, horrified as he was by the mere thought of anything corrupting his precious little sister.

Just as he suspected, Nunnally asked, “are we very different?” and Suzaku fought the urge to roll his eyes. Really, did Lelouch want Nunnally to be completely naïve her entire life? “I thought so... Whenever onii-sama and I take a bath together, he always keeps a distance from me.”

“Ah, well... we’re—we’re not that different, just... just a little bit. We look a little... um... boys have...” He didn’t want to phrase this in a crude way. Even if he believed Lelouch sheltered her a bit too much, Suzaku didn’t want to take the complete opposite route and be too vulgar. “Out-y!” he gasped, suddenly remembering Kaguya’s way of putting it. “B-boys have... out-y parts.”

Nunnally pursed her lips, a picture expression of childish interest. “Suzaku?” she pressed, leaning forward on the toilet, her hands still grasping the side-bars on the wall. “Do you have an out-y, too?”

“Um... yeah.”

Suzaku hoped that would be the end of the conversation; it really shouldn’t be him informing Nunnally about this sort of thing, after all. Lelouch would kill him if he ever found out. But sadly, horrifyingly, Nunnally’s curiosity was not sated.

“What does it look like?”

Suzaku wagered his face could be likened to a ripe tomato at that moment. He stuttered, yet again at a loss as to what to do next. “U-uh, it’s... I don’t know how to...” How could he actually tell her what it looked like?! Part of him wondered if Nunnally would even be able to get a clear picture of it in her mind if he actually did tell her – not that he was very sure he wanted her to, she was far too young for that.

“Can I touch it?”

“W-what?!” Suzaku choked and then began coughing violently, perturbed by the request. He gripped the waistband of his pants protectively.

Nunnally’s brows furrowed. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I just wanted to know what it’s like. Onii-sama will never tell me if I ask him.”

Suzaku didn’t know which was worse: going a long with Nunnally’s request or not doing so and risking upsetting her. Both would get him kicked out of Lelouch’s Good Book – not that he cared, but still, it was annoying to give that prince any reason to get on his high horse. Besides... Suzaku really didn’t want to disappoint Nunnally.

“I-it’s okay,” he finally stammered out as he took a step closer to the toilet. “I was just surprised, that’s all. Um...” He paused, scratching his arm and taking one last moment to think this through. “I-I guess you can. Just don’t tell anyone, okay? Especially Lelouch.”

Nunnally giggled again and nodded in understanding. Suzaku nervously took another step closer to her, unzipping his shorts and letting them fall to the ground around his ankles. His underwear followed seconds afterward, and then he stood half-naked before the youngest princess of Britannia, face flushed in embarrassment and... something else, something he couldn’t quite pin down the name of but was certain he should not be feeling... as she tentatively reached out with her delicate, nosy hand to touch him.

It felt... strange. Nunnally touched him gingerly, her small fingers skimming down the length of him slowly, mapping him out and forming the image in her mind the only way she knew how to. Suzaku’s breath hitched as she squeezed him experimentally, his stomach knotting in a way that was not entirely unpleasant.

“Nu—Nunnally,” he breathed, jerking in her grip as she did it again. Her right hand poked at his sac and then moved up, up, tracing through coarse, curly brown hairs that here just beginning to grow down there. Suzaku whimpered, slightly afraid of what she was doing to him and his own reactions to the whole situation.

“Am I hurting you?” Nunnally asked, worried and starting to pull away.

Without realizing what he was doing, Suzaku’s hand shot out and grasped her wrist, keeping it in place against his flesh, which was slowly (disgustingly) hardening. “No, it... it kind of feels good,” he admitted.

“Really?” She smiled, but it only lasted a moment, soon replaced by a concerned frown. “Are you sure? It feels different all of the sudden...”

Suzaku didn’t know what to say, again. This wasn’t the first time for it to happen... He’d woken up on several occasions to find it hard like this, although he never could think of a reason why – the dreams he had were usually just about him and Lelouch or Nunnally, so he didn’t understand.

Her touch became gentler, as if she was trying to soothe the flesh back to softness; she gasped when her efforts had the complete opposite affect. Eyes clenching, Suzaku bit down on his bottom lip to keep back the moan that threatened to escape. He didn’t want this to happen in front of Nunnally; she would never understand! This sort of thing probably didn’t happen to girls! He didn’t see how it could be possible, after all.

“Suzaku?” Nunnally pressed her pinky finger over the tip. He inhaled sharply but was unable to help the slight forward thrust of his hips. “Why do you think this happens to boys?”

Opening his eyes, Suzaku noticed the pink hue of her cheeks as she concentrated on her actions. He shivered as she continued to touch him, the knot in his stomach coiling tighter and tighter with each passing second.

“I... I dunno, Nunnally,” he breathed out, feeling that her hands were a bit wet now, sticky with liquid that was beginning to leak from the tip of his length. He wondered why she wasn’t pulling away, and also what he would do if she suddenly did stop. He’d never been this hard before; he didn’t really know how he’d make it go away on his own. “I g-guess because—”

“SUZAKU!”

All color drained from Suzaku’s face at the angry, familiar roar. He didn’t have to turn his head to know that Lelouch stood at the bathroom door, eyes burning and stance rigid, ferocity rolling off him in palpable waves. Suzaku had never before considered Lelouch dangerous (he’d beaten the snot out of the Brit prince on their first meeting), but at that moment he was sure that Lelouch was very capable of murdering him, and that realization was enough to make the coil of pleasure unravel, if only slightly.

Jerking away from Nunnally, Suzaku hiked up his pants, stammering all the while about how this wasn’t like whatever Lelouch might be thinking it was. Lelouch advanced on Suzaku, hardly swayed by the incomprehensible blathering.

“What are your intentions?!” he shouted.

“H-huh?!” Suzaku yelped, not understanding what that meant.

Lelouch growled and shoved Suzaku against the bathroom wall. “What are your intentions with my sister, you creep?!”

“Onii-sama!” Nunnally piped up just as Lelouch grabbed Suzaku by the scruff of his neck (Suzaku was actually wincing – wincing! What happened to all of his strength? All his training with Todou-sensei?!) “It isn’t Suzaku’s fault! I... I asked him if I could touch it.”

Lelouch’s eyes widened incredulously. “What?” he gasped, unable to believe the vulgar request would actually come from his innocent sister’s mouth. “Why would you..?” He stopped, shook his head, and glared sternly at Suzaku again. “It doesn’t matter; he never should have let you.” He rounded on Suzaku. “Nunnally’s just a kid, you know! You Japanese are such perverts!”

“H-hey!” Suzaku shouted back, eyes narrowing. He agreed that what he’d allowed to happen was wrong but it wasn’t entirely his fault. “She was just curious, and she said herself you never tell her things when she asks!”

Lelouch huffed. “She’s only seven!”

“Onii-sama, Suzaku,” Nunnally begged, “please stop fighting.” She reached out and laid her hands, both still sticky, on Lelouch’s arm. He flinched. “The truth is,” she continued, before they tuned her out and resumed arguing; “the truth is, I wanted to know because... I-I’ve felt onii-sama’s before.”

It was now Lelouch’s face that turned white. “Nunnally..?”

“I’m sorry! I really didn’t mean to, but one night... you were crying out in your sleep, and I thought you were hurt. You wouldn’t wake up when I called you, so I tried to figure out what was wrong on my own and...” her voice trailed off and she lowered her head. “I... I only wanted to know if that was normal for boys.”

Lelouch’s cheeks were aflame and he looked around the room, guiltily avoiding eye contact with Suzaku. “Th-that... um...” He finally moved away from Suzaku, grabbing a washcloth off the ledge of the sink and wiping Nunnally’s hands clean with it. “It is,” he admitted.

“...Does it hurt?”

Lelouch and Suzaku exchanged horrified glances, and then Suzaku watched Lelouch’s gaze travel lower, to the still-prominent bulge in Suzaku’s shorts. Suzaku shifted on his feet, feeling somehow more embarrassed when Lelouch stared at him like that than when Nunnally touched him.

“It... can be, I guess,” Lelouch replied at length, adjusting Nunnally’s nightdress so it covered her own private parts. “If it doesn’t go away.”

“I see,” Nunnally said, smiling brightly as Lelouch picked her up. “So if that happens to onii-sama again, I should make it go away?”

Lelouch froze in his tracks, part-way out of the bathroom. “No! That’s not something sister’s do.” He exited the bathroom, carrying her back to their bed. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Suzaku exit the bathroom. He was walking funny – stiffly.

Nunnally rested her head on Lelouch’s chest, his frenzied heartbeat underneath her ear. “Suzaku, then? You could both help each other.”

“Nunnally!” Lelouch’s voice jumped an octave. “Definitely not!

Suzaku scoffed. “Like I would ever want him touching me like that!”

- - - -

Ten minutes later...

“L-Lelouch!”

“Not so loud!” Lelouch snapped, covering Suzaku’s mouth with his free hand. He glanced around suspiciously then glared at the Japanese boy. They were hiding in a clump of bushes behind the storage house. “If Nunnally hears you..!”

Suzaku gave a little moan in response against the palm, rolling his hips against Lelouch’s other hand, which was still rubbing him purposefully. Lelouch squeezed suddenly and Suzaku stifled a yelp, nodding his head hurriedly.

After debating with himself a moment, Lelouch deemed it safe enough and removed his hand from Suzaku’s mouth, trailing it instead behind his head and pulling him closer, hiding Suzaku’s face against his neck. Shuddering breaths of air ghosted over his skin. Lelouch sighed, quickening the pace of his hand.

“I-I’m almost—”

“Shh!” Lelouch hissed, face red as he felt himself stirring to life just by watching Suzaku. “Shut up!” He’d only done this to make sure Suzaku never got any more smart ideas about doing this sort of thing with Nunnally again, but now he was beginning to think this was a bad idea.

Suzaku whimpered against Lelouch’s throat, a wave of pleasure hitting him as Lelouch doubled his efforts.

“Lelouch!”

It was certainly loud enough for Nunnally to hear.

They were a sticky mess, Lelouch’s hand and both of their clothes covered with the white liquid.

And strangely, as he stared down at the shivering Japanese boy in his lap, Lelouch couldn’t bring himself to yell at Suzaku for it.

Lawli: You know, I'd actually intended for this to be very fluffy and cute... and then it became a lot more graphic all of the sudden and I couldn't stop it.

-shuts up and hides under a rock-

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