Conspicuous Gallantry

By Lord Raa

Disclaim-me-do: The licking is theatrical.

Chapter 2

Inside the Knightmare Frame, the pilot, Villetta Nu, used the sensors to get a good look at the man in front of her. She blinked in surprise when she saw how tall this man appeared to be.

Thinking that this had to be a trick, the pilot activated the range-finder and confirmed the distance between the two of them, and was able to calculate his height to be around two metres.

As no Eleven was two meters tall, this meant that he had to be a Britannian.

"Identify yourself!" Villetta repeated into the loudspeaker.

"¬I… I'm Alan Spacer. My ID is in my pocket.¬"

The pilot looked at the face of this man and despite being unable to place it, she was beginning to sense that he was familiar for some reason. "Nobility?" she asked rhetorically. If this man was part of the nobility, it would explain why he looked familiar.

"¬Yes, my father's a duke,¬" the man replied, nodding. "¬I will need your protection.¬"

'Protection?' Villetta thought incredulously. 'You look like you could take on a Knightmare on your own.'

Realising that it could be good for her career to return a nobleman's son unharmed, the dark-skinned pilot opened the hatch to confirm the identity of this man. Pointing her sidearm at this bear of a man, she approached him.

"W-who are you?" the pilot asked, suddenly finding herself wanting to know about this handsome man. Marrying into a duke's family wasn't a terrible way to get ahead in Britannian society.

"I'm…" the muscular man. He took a deep breath. "Listen to me, I need to get out of here."

"Naturally. Your ID, Mr. Spencer?"

"There he is!" a male voice shouted from a nearby building.

"Crap…"

Villetta looked over and saw a unit of Britannian troops running towards them.

"Don't shoot, he's the Emperor's son!"

"Emperor's son?" the pilot repeated. She looked at the man before her and realised that was why he looked so familiar. "Y-you're Lelouch…"

"No! Well, yes, I am Lelouch, but I'm not the Emperor's son."

"You are! You're Lelouch vi Britannia!" Villetta insisted.

"I'm not, here, my ID tells you I'm Lelouch Lamperouge!" Lelouch insisted, handing over his student ID. "See?"

The pilot looked at the photo, it was indeed the same person standing before her. That it was for the Ashford Academy made it seem counterfeit, given that the man was clearly too old to be a student.

"Who's your father?"

"I…"

"You're coming with me," Villetta said. Retrieving the lost prince? That was surely going to go a long way for towards her plans for a hereditary title.

"No," Lelouch said, the tone of his voice suddenly demanding that everyone who could hear it pay attention to him. "I am leaving here. I'm going home, you are not to follow me."

"But…"

"Do not follow me." The muscular youth started to walk away from the scene, but turned to look over his shoulder and impart some wisdom to his fellow Britannians. "The better part of valour is discretion, in the which better part I have saved my life."

Villetta Nu as not happy about this source of potential advancement slip through her fingers. She knew she had to do something, but what were her options? There was no way that this man wasn't the Emperor's son; his build, his appearance and the fact that he wasn't some barely literate wall of flesh like so many others of similar physicality were all pointing to him being the child of Charles zi Britannia.

'Escort him, you fool!' the pilot chided herself. "This is a dangerous area! I cannot allow a civilian to go unescorted while there are rebels around here. If they managed to take out a Knightmare Frame, who knows what they could do to an unarmed civilian?"

"I'm not going with you."

"Of course, I meant that I should escort you to your home, Mr. Lamperouge," Villetta said in a honeyed tone as she bowed respectfully. If Lelouch wanted to pretend he wasn't the Emperor's son for some reason, she would indulge him and maintain the polite fiction. For now, at least.

Lelouch paused. Were it a male pilot, he would have ignored transparent attempt to coerce him, maybe even use violence to get away. But this was a woman.

'A sexy woman,' a voice in the incognito youth's head reminded. Lelouch took another look at the Knightmare pilot and nodded in approval at the idea of being near such a beauty. 'Wait, where did that come from?'

It was much lamented in Ashford Academy that Lelouch didn't think about dating or that he had even the faintest of sexual thoughts. Many of the girls dreamed about being carried away in his strong arms to secluded locations for some fooling around, only to have their hopes dashed by his single-minded focus of making sure that his little sister was properly taken care of. It was noble and wholesome, if a little frustrating for the many single women who knew Lelouch and he liked to keep it that way.

At least up until earlier that afternoon, Lelouch had few thoughts about women who weren't Nunnally. Occasionally "would I make a good husband?" and "could I be a father?" had crossed his mind, but nothing along the lines of what he was thinking about this Knightmare pilot.

He wanted to hold her close, kiss her, run his strong hands all over her curves before tearing off her dress and pulling her onto his cock, fucking her until she started screaming in pleasure and he left her womanhood a sticky mess.

This was a disconcerting thought for the normally chaste and decent Lelouch Lamperouge. Part of him wanted to decline her offer, run home and take a long, cold shower. He was about to take that course of action when he heard this woman say the word "Please" to him.

"I…" Lelouch suddenly felt a little dizzy. He swayed for a moment before crouching down. "Perhaps you could help me get home?"

Villetta nodded before ordering the common soldiery to help transport the civilian to his home.

"We… We can't lift him," the NCO said. "He's too big for us."

"He can't fit in the cockpit with me," the pilot countered.

The cockpits of Knightmare Frames were cramped at the best of times, having the bulk of Lelouch in there was unfeasible. "Hand. I'll have to carry you in the hand."

"T-thank you," the now sweating Lelouch said, forcing a smile.

Sayoko and Nunnally were concerned when a Sutherland Knightmare Frame arrived at their door.

"¬Is this the Lamperouge house?¬" a voice asked through the speakers.

"Y-yes," the young Britannian said, nervously from behind Sayoko.

"¬Good,¬" the same voice said, as it lowered a hand to reveal Lelouch.

"Master Lelouch!"

"Lulu!"

"Ugh…" Lelouch groaned as he rolled from his back to his knees. "I ache all over…"

Sayoko rushed to the side of the young man and helped him up to his feet. "Are you alright, Master Lelouch?"

"I… I'm sorry to ask this, but could you bring me something to eat while I take a bath?" the hulking schoolboy asked.

"Of course," the maid smiled. "I'll help you up to the bathroom."

Sayoko's slender frame belied her strength as she helped the muscular young man inside.

The Knightmare Frame's cockpit opened up and out stepped the pilot. Nunnally looked at this woman, noting that she had an exotic dark skin that was quite alluring, and demanded to know what was going on.

"I was in Shinjuku on an operation to deal with rebels, when I encountered Mr. Lamperouge," Villetta explained. She got a look at the young waif before her. "Is your name Nunnally?"

"Yes. Who are you?"

Several of the neighbours were taking an interest in the Sutherland that was parked outside the house.

"I'm Villetta Nu and I think we need to talk inside."

"Fine," Nunnally said, walking inside.

In the main reception room, Nunnally was able to get a good look at Villetta Nu. Yellow eyes and light steel blue hair contrasted with the pilot's dark skin, making her striking in appearance. That the pilot had a full chest and long, slender legs also contributed to her beauty.

"So, what is it that you wanted to talk about?"

Sayoko had arrived and was waiting for the appropriate moment to ask if they wanted any refreshments.

"I think Lelouch is the son of the Emperor," Villetta said. "And given that he had a sister called Nunnally makes me certain that you two are Imperial siblings that went missing after the conquest of Area 11."

The gasp that the maid let out at the pilot's revelation attracted Nunnally's attention, turning the young woman's face from neutral politeness to steely resolve. She turned back to face the visitor. "And what are you going to do about your theory."

"I… I want to do what's right."

"Leaving us alone would be the right thing," the brunette replied. "And we are not the Emperor's children."

"Then who is your father?" the dark-skinned woman asked.

"… That's a rather rude question to ask someone."

"Your brother gave a fake name earlier, should I not arrest him for trying to mislead officers of the Britannian Army?" Villetta asked. "Is that a better question to ask you?"

Nunnally was beginning to really dislike this woman. "Leave."

"But…"

"Sayoko, please escort Ms. Nu off the premises."

"As you wish, Mistress Nunnally," Sayoko curtsied before walking towards the pilot.

"I'm going. This issue hasn't been resolved," the pilot warned as she walked towards the exit.

Nunnally scowled, but said nothing. She would have to talk with her brother about what to do next.

In the bath, Lelouch was able to let the hot water ease his aches and help him relax. He couldn't come up with a reason for these sensations he was experiencing. His exercise that day had been rather mild compared to yesterday's workout; he hadn't been injured during the events of the afternoon. The only thing that he could think of that might have caused this was the conversation with that strange, but cute girl with the green-hair.

Before that contract — was that what they'd made? — Lelouch had never really considered women as anything other than people who were slightly smaller and less robust than himself.

Now he was thinking about their physiology, their anatomy. How it would be nice to hold their curvy bodies against his own as he kissed them. How he wanted to make them feel as good as he could.

"Shit…" he muttered as realisation dawned upon him. He was becoming like Rivalz and the others in school, lusting over women.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in," Lelouch said, making sure that his modesty was preserved.

"I've brought you some food and something to drink, Master Lelouch," Sayoko said as she walked over to the bath with a tray containing some sandwiches, a glass of iced water, a glass of fruit juice and a smoothie. "I took the liberty of providing you with some options."

"Thank you, Sayoko," the bathing man smiled. "I'm a little thirsty."

'Not as thirsty as I am,' the maid thought as her eyes swept across the well-muscled flesh on display. "W-would you like me to wash your back, Master Lelouch?"

"I couldn't ask you to do something like that, Sayoko."

"I don't mind!" the Japanese woman replied, a little more forcefully than she had intended.

"But you'll get wet," Lelouch said, reaching for a sandwich. He could feel himself reaching the limits of his ability to protest further.

'Too late for that!' Sayoko thought with a blush. "I'm more than happy to take off my uniform."

The Britannian didn't have the energy to object, so he leaned forward and started on his sandwich.

Sayoko had quickly shed her uniform, and now clad in only her plain white cotton bra and blue & white striped panties, reached for a flannel and began to soap it up. She let out a sigh of contentment as she ran started to clean the broad, muscly back of the young Britannian. Idly, she started imagining what it would be like use her bare body to wash Lelouch's back.

'That would be the next step,' the maid told herself.

At the door of the bathroom, Nunnally looked on, unsure of how she felt about their maid washing Lelouch's back. She knew that Lelouch would need help to properly clean it, but that didn't explain why Sayoko looked so pleased with herself.

'That should be me. Or at least, I should be helping her,' Nunnally decided. She slipped into the bathroom and began to take off her blouse when Lelouch turned around.

"Nunnally!? What are you doing here?" he asked, quickly turning his head to look away from his undressing sister.

"I'm… I'm helping Sayoko wash your back, silly," the brunette smiled. "You're so big, it takes more than one person to take care of you."

Nunnally knelt beside the back and began to rub the bar of soap across her brother's well-muscled back. Soon she understood the look on the maid's face and felt her earlier irritation melting away.

"You should lean back, Master Lelouch," Sayoko said. "It would help you relax."

Lelouch turned to look at the maid and saw her crimson cheeks. He quickly turned back when he realised that she was wearing only her underwear. He chided himself for looking at her, feeling that he was no better than any of the other Britannians for taking advantage of her. Had he found someone trying to peep on Sayoko while she was in the bath, he'd have broken several of their bones. And woe betide anyone who thought about leering at Nunnally.

So why was had he suddenly thought that it was acceptable to look at Sayoko? Sayoko was different to the girls at school. For one, she was a woman.

She was also an Eleven. Did her status as a Number mean that she was fair game when it came to using her to satisfy his lustful urges?

'No,' Lelouch thought, his expression darkening. To him, treating anyone like that, regardless of their status was unacceptable. It exemplified the arrogance that permeated Britannian society.

Nunnally saw that her brother had tensed up considerably and felt the need to do something about that. "You're so tense. Let us help you relax."

The brunette pushed the muscular young man on the chest, indicating that she wanted him to recline in the bath. "Please, Lulu… You need to unwind."

"But…" Lelouch protested weakly. The sensations of the two women rubbing him with soap and flannel combined with the idea that he could have a relationship with a woman eroded his resistance. For a second, he could forget that it was his little sister who was trying to cop a feel of him. 'Damn it, am I just going to be a walkover for all the women I meet?'

He had to take a stand. Helping women was expected of a Britannian of noble birth. Being a doormat to all women who he encountered was entirely different. "OK, but stay above the waist."

Nunnally nodded happily as she lathered up his muscles with the bar of soap. Sayoko wiping away the grime and sweat with the wash cloth. The three of them enjoying the moment.

After a few minutes, Sayoko lifted up an arm and began to clean his armpit.

"So, what did Villetta Nu want?" Lelouch asked, keeping his eyes closed to preserve the modesty of the women by his side.

"…" Sayoko frowned, but remained silent.

Nunnally, similarly unhappy with her brother's question countered with one of her own. "Do you like her?"

"She's pretty," the young man answered absently. "What do you think of her?"

"She's certainly striking, but I don't like her," the brunette replied.

Sayoko nodded, but kept her own council. She knew that it wasn't the place of a maid to voice her opinions on the potential suitors of a young Britannian man.

But she also knew that the Stadtfelds' maid had been involved with the master the house.

'Perhaps we could…' the Japanese woman wondered as her mind drifted off to a fantasy where she and Lelouch could succumb to their passions, him pulling him close as he used his strength tore off her uniform; rough, yet gentle hands roaming across her body before she fell to her knees and prepared to take the young man's mighty cock in her mouth.

"You don't?" Lelouch asked.

"I think she's a bit too pushy," Nunnally answered. "I don't want people to take advantage of you. You know that you have difficulty saying 'no' to women."

"I guess. Sayoko, why is your hand on my thigh?"

"I… I wanted to make sure that you were not suffering from any cramping in your muscles after your cycling," the maid answered, her face threatening to burst from the blood pressure.

"Well, please stop."

"Sorry, Master Lelouch."

"Nunnally, you can stop washing me, too. I just want to rest in the bath for a bit," Lelouch said. "I'll go to bed when I'm done."

Nunnally pouted, but did as requested and left with Sayoko.

Alone in the bath, Lelouch reopened his eyes, blinking several times to get them to focus. He had a lot to think about. Who was that C.C. woman? She was cute. She'd made a contract with him, but what were the terms? Would he be expected to give up something like his soul? Would he strive for something he thought he wanted, only to lose something even more important to him?

What did he want? Justice for his mother and a better world for his sister. A little selfish perhaps, but nothing as bad as seeking power or fortune for himself.

"So how do I get justice for Mother?" he asked the empty room. He recalled the effect his words had on the soldiers, even that cute one, Villetta. Getting people to listen to him was one thing, but how could he use that to find out the truth of his mother's death?

Despite his fatigue, Lelouch had not slept all that well. His thoughts had frequently turned from how to use this power that had convinced armed men to spare his life to gain justice for his late mother to how nice it would be to hold women close to him as they whispered sweet nothings into each other's ears.

Not just one woman, but both C.C. and Villetta Nu, one in each arm as he stroked their bodies in all the ways that Rivalz Cardemonde always talked about.

'Maybe even Sayoko…' the young man mused. Sayoko had put her hand on his thigh last night, and while not necessarily unpleasant, it had been unexpected.

Shifting under the covers, he noticed that something was different about this morning. Glancing down at his body, Lelouch realised what had changed.

"Well, shit," he muttered as he saw the tenting his unexpected erection was causing. It was embarrassing for him to have lost control of his body so casually, but then his biology lessons flashed back into the forefront of his memory and he was able to understand that it was just his teenaged hormones flooding his body and that it wasn't his fault.

He had two options: Take care of this hard on himself or take a cold shower.

Given that his studies had shown that ancient world had always prized abstinence to maintain focus, something that he sorely needed right now, the cold shower won out.

As Lelouch gathered up some clean clothes for the morning, a thought occurred to him. Milly Ashford was cute and he wanted to kiss her in all the naughty places.

He stood ramrod straight as he processed that thought. Milly Ashford was indeed cute, but her family had sacrificed so much in taking him and Nunnally in after the death of their mother. It would be outrageous for him to think of her like that.

The cold shower could wait, Lelouch had to work his impure thoughts out of his system before they betrayed him.

Lelouch Lamperouge was finally showering after his latest workout, letting out a contented sigh as the hot water eased the dull ache in his muscles and washed away the sweat he'd worked up. It had taken 45 minutes, but he'd finally been able to bring his focus back from doing lewd things with women to how to use this power that he'd been granted to achieved his life's goal.

Outside the bathroom, curiosity got the better of a young woman and she found herself peeking into the room. As the domestic help, Sayoko Shinozaki was well aware of the frequency of Lelouch's workouts and made sure that there was always a clean set of gym clothes for Lelouch.

She told herself that she was just taking away his dirty, sweat-soaked clothes to make sure that they didn't stink up the place. That she could have waited until later to collect them from his room was entirely immaterial. In fact, it barely registered as an option to the young Japanese woman.

She opened the bathroom door, intent on just taking the shirt of the muscular Britannian when the shower was suddenly turned off. Sayoko froze in position, willing herself to become invisible.

Lelouch stepped out of the shower, seemingly oblivious to the fact that the door had opened. He reached for a towel and began to dry off his muscles, starting with his chest. Something told him to check the door, and casting a glance towards it, he could see an outstretched arm.

'Got a visitor, I see…' the Britannian mused. A second glance told him that it was the clad in the uniform of a maid. 'At least it's not Nunnally peeping on me.'

Lelouch doted on his little sister, Nunnally. She'd been hurt many years ago, during the attack on their mother, though had made great progress in her recovery, barely needing a cane to get about most days. He suspected that he would soon have to keep an eye out and protect her from the more predatory boys at school.

As he was the tallest and strongest student at Ashford Academy, he didn't expect there to be too many problems with people trying anything on with Nunnally.

Lelouch went to pick up another, larger towel to give him a small measure of modesty as he returned to his room to dress. As he picked up the towel, he noticed the arm was being quickly retracted.

'So what if they got a look at me? I've got more important things to worry about than who's seen me naked,' the Britannian decided.

To be continued…