A/N Hey everyone! Apologies to Jasperslittlesister, I promised you a certain chapter and this isn't what you requested. I promise it will be the next chapter. Thank you for all the reviews, favs and follows, I really appreciate it. Same goes for the prompts, keep sending me those. I hope you all enjoy this new chapter, the next update will probably next week, considering I'm leaving for the USA this Thursday. Enjoy y'all!

Disclaimer: If I did own the Musketeers, there would've been a season four.

Ages: Athos is 16, Porthos is 14, Aramis is 12 and d'Artagnan is 6.

Chapter 15

Porthos arrived at a rather quiet home. It unnerved him greatly, since he knew that both Aramis and d'Artagnan were home. Those two were never quiet, unless they were asleep.

Porthos dumped his stuff under the coat rack and went upstairs. He decided to check on d'Artagnan first. The boy turned out to be in his and Athos' bedroom, doing his homework. He turned around when he heard Porthos enter.

'Porthos! You're home!'

D'Artagnan ran up to his brother and hugged him excitedly.

'Hey pup. Where is Aramis?'

'In his room. Do you know what we're having for dinner?'

'I have no idea. Are you nearly finished with your homework?'

'Yup. It's easy.'

'That's good. Do you think you could help me with French when you're done? You can just come to my room.'

'Sure. I'll be done soon.'

Porthos nodded and went to his and Aramis' bedroom through the bathroom, leaving the doors open. He was greeted by music Aramis was listening to on the laptop they shared. Porthos' eyes widened when he recognized the song Aramis was listening to. He stalked over and cuffed Aramis on the head. The twelve-year old turned around, scowling.

'What was that for?'

'You know what! Why the heck are you listening to Talk Dirty?'

'I heard about it at school. And you listen to it too.'

Porthos sighed and sat down next to his brother. He knew he was dead if his dad found out Aramis was listening to a song he had banned from the house. Oh well, as long as Aramis kept his mouth shut, they were safe.

'How was school?'

'It was fine. I got an A for my science test.'

Porthos high-fived him and they continued to listen to the song. They both jumped when they heard a voice behind them ask:

'What's sex?'

Both boys turned around and saw d'Artagnan standing in the doorway to the bathroom. Aramis was the first to recover from the shock.

'Why are you asking, pup?'

'In the song you're listening to, I heard them say inte-intenasionel or-oral sex. What does that mean?'

Porthos mentally face-palmed when he realised d'Artagnan had been listening. Dad was so going to kill Aramis and him! He quickly walked over and crouched down in front of d'Artagnan.

'It's something boring, pup. You really don't want to know. But you have to promise me that you won't ask dad about it. Will you promise me?'

'I promise. Do you still want my help?'

'Of course. We're reading a book in class and I need to finish the first two chapters. I thought we could read together.'

D'Artagnan cheered in enthusiasm and dove on Porthos' bed, while asking questions about the book. His older brothers sighed in relief as it seemed d'Artagnan had forgotten all about the word 'sex'. And even if the kid would remember, he had promised he wouldn't ask their dad about it. At least they would avoid punishment this time.

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'Dinner's ready!'

Treville watched as his sons came running downstairs and into the kitchen. They all sat down and for a while, there was only the sound of eating. Eventually, Treville asked how their day had been. Aramis answered first, always eager to talk.

'I got an A for my science test.'

'Well done, Aramis. I'm proud of you. How about you, Porthos?'

'I had P.E. which is always fun. And we've started with reading in French.'

'Which book?' Athos asked.

'Le petit prince. We have to finish the first two chapters as homework.'

'Let me know if you need any help,' Treville said. 'D'Artagnan, did you have fun at school?'

'Comme ci comme ça. Nothing special.'

'Okay. And you, Athos? You looked annoyed when you got home.'

'I got a D- for geometry. I hate that subject.'

'That's too bad. You worked so hard for it. Do you want me to help you study for the next test?'

Athos nodded. For a while, it was quiet again. Suddenly, d'Artagnan turned to Athos and asked innocently:

'Athos, what's sex?'

The sixteen-year old had unfortunately just taken a big gulp of water and he spit it out in shock, while Treville chocked on his food. While thumping Treville on the back, Athos stared at his youngest brother.

'Where did you hear that word?'

Porthos and Aramis were shaking their heads at d'Artagnan, but the little boy answered, ignorant of the havoc he was wreaking.

'Porthos and Aramis were listening to a song when I came into their room. In the song, people said inte-intenasionel oral sex. What does that mean?'

Aramis banged his head on the table, while Porthos tried to avoid the glare Athos was giving him. Porthos decided that, before he would inevitably be murdered by his father and older brother, he had to find out why d'Artagnan broke his promise.

'Pup! You promised you wouldn't ask anyone about it!'

D'Artagnan frowned, still unaware of the trouble he was creating for his brothers.

'No, you made me promise I wouldn't ask daddy about it. You never said anything about Athos.'

Porthos and Aramis both face-palmed at that. They should have been more specific with the pup. They should have known he would ask Athos about it. Treville stood up and Porthos and Aramis considered making a run for it when he said:

'Aramis, Porthos, I need to speak with you in the hallway. Now.'

A/N Comme ci comme ça: It was okay (Not the literal translation because that would sound very weird)
Le petit prince is an actual book. I read it when I was 14 and I loved it!