Edge of Desire
The Musketeers
Their month long vacation in Spain has begun and they take the time to discover each and every part of each other.
Modern and BDSM AU
Athos/Aramis/d'Artagnan/Porthos
Warning: Blowjob, rimming, anal fingering, subspace, aftercare, shower sex, collar, come marking, anal sex, cock ring
Disclaimer: I do not own BBC's The Musketeers
Chapter One
"You look a lot more tan, if that's even possible with your skin tone." Constance observed.
"Spanish sun Con." d'Artagnan rolled onto his stomach, adjusting the tablet so he could see Constance's face better.
"I am so jealous of you right now, ah how I wish I had a sugar daddy, or momma in my case." Constance giggled at the bright red tinge d'Artagnan's face suddenly took.
"What? Athos is NOT my sugar daddy!" d'Artagnan sputtered, not making eye contact.
"You haven't even looked for a job since GG burned down because Athos told you that you didn't have to. Don't think I haven't noticed all the expensive new clothes and suddenly better hair you have. I think we both know whose money is behind that." Constance said smugly while d'Artagnan dropped his head onto the pillow that was resting on his towel that he had spread out on the beach.
"I don't call him daddy." d'Artagnan grumbled only to hear Constance cackle.
"So you admit that he's your sugar daddy then." Constance said in success.
"Take a good look at him and tell me you would be against it." d'Artagnan deadpanned as he aimed the camera towards where Athos was riding a wave towards the shoreline. His form was perfect and the water droplets glistened in the sunlight as they rolled down his chiseled chest.
"…I see your point, oh god he's a piece of art. I love Ninon, but damn." Constance sounded strangled.
"If I turn this way, I see this sight." d'Artagnan swung the tablet around to look up at the deck above him. Aramis was only in tight black shorts as he did a complicated yoga position, his hair sticking to his face thanks to heat and exertion.
"I can't even bend my legs like that, I should get him to teach that to me." Constance swallowed hard as d'Artagnan turned the camera back to face himself.
"Porthos is inside making us lunch, he's food is the best thing I have ever put in my mouth Con, the best." d'Artagnan said empathically.
"You lucked out with those three d'Art." Constance said smiling happily at the loving look on her best friend's face.
"I know Con, I don't know what I did to deserve them but I'm never letting go." d'Artagnan said softly and Constance reached out to the camera in an attempt to comfort him.
"You deserve the world d'Art don't forget that, looks your sugar daddy is on his way over. Get some for me d'Art." Constance winked and her side of the call shut off. d'Artagnan let the tablet rest on the towel and turned over to see Athos stabbing the end of his surfboard into the sand before he collapsed on his own towel that was set up next to d'Artagnan's.
"Did the waves pound you?" d'Artagnan asked with a smirk on his lips.
"So hard." Athos drawled making d'Artagnan laugh lightly.
"You know, you looked rather sexy out there on those waves." d'Artagnan said as he transferred his body onto Athos' towel, the man shook his wet hair out of his eyes and peered up at his lover interested.
"I learned that among other things in Costa Rica." Athos placed his hand on the small of d'Artagnan's back pulling his lover closer.
"I bet you looked good then, even when wiping out." d'Artagnan wiggled his eyebrows making Athos chuckle.
"I'm not so sure about that." Athos leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to d'Artagnan's lips.
"The point is I want you on that surfboard, right now." d'Artagnan whispered in Athos' ear, nipping at the lobe.
"Sand is very annoying to get out of area's sand should never get into." Athos protested as his eyes flickered over to his surfboard.
"We'll take a shower together before lunch." d'Artagnan raked his nails down Athos' chest in the way he knew that Athos liked.
"Now, how can I say no to that?" Athos gave in biting back a moan.
"Exactly." d'Artagnan pecked Athos' lips loving how he could get Athos to agree with him. d'Artagnan pulled Athos up onto his feet and over to his board. Athos kicked it down so it was lying flat before he let d'Artagnan push him down onto his back. d'Artagnan settled between Athos' legs and ran his hand down Athos' crotch.
"I want to suck you off, does that sound okay Sir?" d'Artagnan titled his head to the side looking at Athos innocently.
"As long as you're comfortable with it, then by all means d'Artagnan." Athos nodded his agreement, trying not to sound too excited. d'Artagnan had the best mouth he had ever experienced, even Aramis had to admit to it. d'Artagnan pulled Athos swim trunk down, Athos lifting his hips up to aid d'Artagnan. d'Artagnan leaned down and licked at the head of the thick cock that had sprung up against his stomach.
Athos groaned as d'Artagnan ducked his head down engulfing his cock in one smooth movement. Athos gripped d'Artagnan's hair knowing he liked that, d'Artagnan hummed around Athos cock as he smoothed his tongue up the side, tasting the pleasant yet bitter taste of his pre-cum.
Athos tilted his hips as d'Artagnan started to bob his head, free hand working up and down the part of his cock his lips couldn't reach. d'Artagnan took his time to cover every inch of Athos with his lips and tongue, working him over slowly, looking up at him every so often making eye contact. Athos had to resist the urge to buck his hips up to make d'Artagnan take more of him.
d'Artagnan pressed his finger against the skin behind Athos sac making Athos' cock jet out a stream of pre-cum that he licked clean before planting a gentle kiss to the tip of his cock.
d'Artagnan looked up at Athos with dark eyes and an obvious tent in his own swim trunks. Athos sat up and pulled d'Artagnan onto his lap, sealing their lips together in an open mouth kiss.
Not breaking the kiss Athos pulled d'Artagnan out of his own swim trunks. d'Artagnan gasped as Athos closed his hand around both of their cocks, rubbing them together. d'Artagnan wrapped his arms loosely around Athos' neck as he pressed closer. d'Artagnan started to slowly grind against Athos as their cocks slipped and slid in Athos hand.
d'Artagnan broke the kiss to burry his face into Athos neck, gripping Athos hair as a grounding point as a heat curled in his gut as his balls started to tighten.
"Sir, I'm so close." d'Artagnan gave a broken gasp as Athos placed his free arm around his back holding him firmly as he twisted his wrist and brushed his thumbs across the heads of their cocks.
"We'll come together d'Artagnan." Athos promised he was holding back his own orgasm until he was certain that d'Artagnan was at that point as well.
"Athos!" d'Artagnan let out a cry, back arching as his release coated Athos cock and hand, Athos bit down lightly on d'Artagnan bare shoulder as his own orgasm was punched out of him moments later. He wrapped his other hand around d'Artagnan's back holding him closer as he peppered kisses along d'Artagnan's shoulder and neck.
"So, looks like you two had some fun." Aramis' voice made Athos tip his head backwards to look up at the man who was wiping his face down with a towel, sporting a large bulge in his work out shorts.
"Surfboard sex Aramis." d'Artagnan gave him a dopey smile making Aramis laugh softly.
"I know darling, I saw. Porthos sent me to down to collect you two. Lunch is almost ready and apparently we aren't allowed to step foot into his pristine kitchen until we are clean." Athos transferred the loose-limb d'Artagnan into Aramis' waiting arms after tucking both of them back into their swim trunks.
"d'Artagnan did promise me shower sex." Athos smirked and Aramis laughed as before he kissed d'Artagnan's forehead making their sub smile up at him. Aramis carried d'Artagnan up to the large stone outdoor shower that connected to the impressive, spared no expense en suite. Aramis placed d'Artagnan down on his slightly less wobbly legs and stripped them both of their bottoms while Athos adjusted the water temperature and stream, already naked.
d'Artagnan couldn't help the smile that spread across his face as Aramis pressed up against him while Athos tugged the two to join him under the spray of water. It felt heavenly as it washed away the remainders of cum and sand that was (like Athos said) stuck in places sand had no business being stuck in. d'Artagnan let his head rest back against Aramis shoulders as he and Athos gently scrubbed their bodies down in a tender yet effective way.
"I could stay in this shower forever." d'Artagnan commented as he turned his head to the side to press a kiss to Aramis' neck.
"I wish we could keep you like this forever." Aramis countered as his right hand slid down and the pads of his fingers teased d'Artagnan's rim.
"Naked and wanton between you three?" d'Artagnan's hips bucked back against the teasing touch, his body already reacting to the intimate touches.
"Not such a bad idea." Athos laughed as his hand ran down to soap up d'Artagnan's twitching cock making the younger man gasp softly.
"What a vacation it would be." Aramis agreed as his hands slid down to cup d'Artagnan's ass.
"The things we would do you to." Athos agreed, pressing an open mouth kiss against d'Artagnan's nipple. d'Artagnan placed one hand on Athos' head while the other hand snaked back to grab Aramis' neck.
"What's stopping you?" d'Artagnan breathed out, hips jerking into Athos' touch and voice heady with lust.
"Not a damn thing." Athos teased d'Artagnan's nipple between his teeth as Aramis suddenly dropped to his knees, hands spreading d'Artagnan's ass cheeks apart and he dove in fully with his tongue. d'Artagnan let out a cry of surprise and pleasure as the slick appendage probed him sending shivers over his body. d'Artagnan gripped Athos' shoulders to balance himself as he parted his feet to get a steady foot hold as Aramis rolled his tongue inside of him in a sinful way.
Athos tipped d'Artagnan's head back before invading his mouth, owning him with a powerful kiss that had d'Artagnan's knees go weak. Athos slid his soap-covered hands over d'Artagnan's lean body, massaging the skin with his skilled fingers while Aramis devoured d'Artagnan's hole with his talented tongue. Athos swallowed any noises d'Artagnan made with his own mouth until d'Artagnan broke away to pant heavily his eyes almost completely black as he ground his cock against Athos' thigh.
Athos slid his thigh between d'Artagnan's legs and was rewarded with a breathy groan as d'Artagnan took advantage of it and started humping against the strong limb while Aramis probed deeper, a finger sliding in alongside his tongue.
d'Artagnan's gasped loudly over the running water and buried his face against Athos' neck, Athos stroked d'Artagnan's hair as his fingers wrapped around d'Artagnan's cock, swiping his thumb across the sensitive head making d'Artagnan tremble in his arms. Athos slowly slid down to his knees so he was eye level with d'Artagnan's cock, he teased the tip with his tongue as his hands circled around to hold d'Artagnan's ass open for Aramis who took this advantage to press another finger inside of d'Artagnan.
"Ahhh." d'Artagnan doubled over, fingers gripping Athos hair tightly as Aramis found his prostate while Athos took him into his wet cavern completely. The passion he was feeling from his two lovers were shattering his senses, he was loosing himself. He allowed it to happen, he rode it like a wave and could only give a loud cry as a warning as the heat that had been coiling in his gut exploded outwards.
He felt a pair of strong arms circle around him, gentle loving touches washed him off while supporting his weight, his head too high in the clouds to do anything other than let them take care of him. He felt himself be dried off; he let out a small laugh when his hair was tousled making the strands tickle his face. He felt a pair of sweatpants be pulled up to settle on his hips before Aramis hoisted him up into his arms and d'Artagnan felt them walk towards the house.
"What did you do to him now?" Porthos' voice sounded amused.
"We gave him a mind blowing orgasm, you know how it is Porthos." Aramis sounded far too smug.
"Give him here, you two have hogged him enough." Porthos sounded grumpy and d'Artagnan just wanted to kiss it away but the thought fled as he was lowered sideways onto Porthos' lap. The man's buff arms circled his waist holding him against his chest and a large hand ran through his hair loving. d'Artagnan hummed as he nuzzled his face against Porthos neck, letting himself slowly rise up from his subspace. He didn't want to miss Porthos' food that was of utmost importance.
d'Artagnan blinked lazily and looked up at Porthos, pressing soft kiss to the man's beard.
"Hey." d'Artagnan whispered and Porthos' eyes flashed down to him in an instant.
"Hey yourself, how are you feeling?" Porthos pressed their foreheads together.
"Hungry." d'Artagnan said straightforwardly making his lovers laugh at his blunt honesty.
"You've come to the right place then." Porthos announced grandly as he picked up a piece of finely slice beef and some sort of dressing drizzled over it. d'Artagnan blushed understanding that he was going to be fed, but he opened his mouth nonetheless and chewed the food Porthos gave him. He groaned low in his throat as the flavors exploded over his taste buds.
"You're enjoying it then?" Porthos teased.
"I always enjoy your cooking, it's always the best thing I put in my mouth." d'Artagnan fluttered his eyelashes making Porthos blush and the others snicker.
"I don't know if I should be flattered or offended." Porthos mused as he held the food up for d'Artagnan to take another bite.
"We would be offended, but since he's right about your cooking we can't really say much." Aramis laughed as he propped his head up on the table with his left hand as he watched his two lovers.
"I'll choose to be flatted then, thank you pup." Porthos said fondly and d'Artagnan hummed around his mouthful.
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"Okay Athos, Aramis you're on dishes and Porthos you are going to sit that pretty behind of yours on that couch and let me rub your feet." d'Artagnan planted his hands on his hips as he gave his Dom's orders, lips twitching at the wide eyed looks they were giving him.
"Chop, chop." d'Artagnan teased as he tugged Porthos towards the couches set up in front of the fireplace and television missing the way Porthos peered over his shoulder to give Athos and Aramis a sly grin. Porthos let d'Artagnan settle him on the couch while Athos and Aramis grumbled as they approached the sink to get the dishes started.
"As much as I would love a foot massage, I rather cuddle." Porthos protested as d'Artagnan dropped a pillow between his parted legs, d'Artagnan kneeling there and reaching for his right foot.
"I have a certification in massage therapy and I enjoy massaging my Dom's, but I won't if you don't want me to Sir." d'Artagnan looked up at Porthos from under his eyelashes.
"Well by all means then." Porthos caved and let out a groan as d'Artagnan's long fingers dug into the soles of his feet in just the right way. d'Artagnan gave him a thankful smile before focusing his attention completely on working out the knots and tension in Porthos' feet. He massaged Porthos' ankles and calf's and soon Porthos was putty in his hands, letting out groans like he was getting close to having an orgasm.
His sounds had Athos and Aramis peering over every so often to make sure he wasn't actually having sex, d'Artagnan was sure his blush was a permanent feature of his face now. None of his previous Dom's had this kind of reaction to his massages and d'Artagnan was enjoying the kind of effect he had on Porthos and wondered what the others will sound like when he gets around to massaging them.
"Dishes are done darling." Aramis dropped a kiss to d'Artagnan's head before he fell back onto the couch next to Porthos. Aramis swung his legs up over the arm of the couch and settled his lap on Porthos' lap letting the man pet his hair. Athos had wandered into their bedroom as d'Artagnan finished rubbing Porthos feet.
"Love we have something for you." Athos spoke up as he came back into the living room holding a sleek box in his hands. d'Artagnan blinked up at him before allowing Athos to haul him up onto the couch onto his lap where Porthos looped his arm around d'Artagnan's ankles.
"You don't have to accept this, we were going to give it to you a while ago before everything with your ex… You can say no and we will understand completely." Athos explained as he stroked d'Artagnan's hair as Aramis twisted onto his stomach so he could watch his lover's easer.
"Okay, you're starting to scare me now." d'Artagnan fidgeted on Athos' lap nervously.
"Just breathe love." Athos rubbed his hand across d'Artagnan's neck soothingly as he placed the box onto d'Artagnan's lap. d'Artagnan swallowed, licking his lips absently as he slowly opened the lid and his breath got caught in his throat.
Sitting on a cushion of white satin was a black leather collar; he noticed that his hands were shaking as he picked up the soft leather. He swallowed as he ran his thumb over the band of leather feeling the grooves that created the decorative design that was etched into the leather. He turned the collar over in his hands, smiling lightly as the light made the subtle gold inlay shine brightly.
"… Do I have to put it on myself Sirs?" d'Artagnan looked up at his lover's who looked anxious before relief replaced it.
"Allow us darling." Aramis pushed himself off the couch to kneel in front of d'Artagnan who let the three take the collar from his hands. He closed his eyes and bared this throat in a familiar move; he kept his breathing even as he felt three sets of hands easing the soft leather around his neck. When it was gently locked it into place d'Artagnan opened his eyes and looked at the three who were glowing at the sight of him.
"I love it, I like feeling like I'm own by you three and no one else. Thank you Sirs" d'Artagnan admitted, tracing the leather that was around his neck.
"You are ours d'Artagnan, always." Porthos' voice was husky and low as he pressed a possessive kiss to d'Artagnan's lips making the younger man groan softly.
"I-I want…" d'Artagnan trailed off fingers tracing his collar absently as he kept his eyes turned downwards as he steadied himself. He appreciated the fact that his Dom's didn't push him; they just petted him as they patiently waited for him to gather his thoughts.
"I'm ready, I want to be with each of you, completely." d'Artagnan said, trying to phrase his words better than just coming out and saying 'fuck me right now' like he wanted to.
"Whatever you want love." Athos breathed out as he kissed at the skin just below d'Artagnan's new collar.
"…Can Aramis?" d'Artagnan looked over at Aramis, biting his lower lip.
"I will be honoured to be your 'first' d'Artagnan." Aramis swore his eyes full of love and adoration; d'Artagnan laced their fingers together in relief.
"What are we waiting for then?" Porthos smiled as he gathered d'Artagnan in his arms and started down towards the bedroom.
Porthos lowered d'Artagnan onto their massive bed; giant hands easily stripping d'Artagnan's sweat pants off leaving him naked save for his collar that marked him as theirs. d'Artagnan spread his legs easily, letting Porthos settle between them. d'Artagnan sighed as Porthos' large fingers traced his rim before a dry finger slipped in with a surprised noise from Porthos.
"You had fun in the shower with Aramis and Athos I take it." Porthos sounded amused as Aramis and Athos stripped them selves off to the side.
"Not as much fun as we're about to have though." Aramis commented as he pressed a kiss to Porthos' lips as he pressed a bottle of lube into the other man's hand.
"Porthos and I are going to get you good and ready so when Aramis enters you, you will not feel any pain at all love." Athos set himself down next to d'Artagnan's side, hand smoothing down their sub's stomach skirting around his cock. d'Artagnan gasped, back arching when Athos slid two of his now slick fingers inside of him next to Porthos' large one.
"Ohhh that feels so good." d'Artagnan wiggled his hips down against the three fingers, eyes fluttering at the feeling of being stretched wide.
He hadn't wanted to admit it to his lovers but he had been playing around with toys lately trying to get him self used to the feeling of being penetrated again, so he wouldn't have a panic attack when they were inside of him. However a problem had come up, he discovered his prostate was incredibly sensitive nowadays and if played with too much he would come rather quickly.
d'Artagnan wet his lips and reached his hand out for Aramis, the Dom latched onto the offered hand tightly as he watched as Athos and Porthos kissed as they moved their fingers in and out of d'Artagnan. d'Artagnan could feel his pre-cum pooling on his stomach and he made up his mind as he squeezed Aramis' hand.
"Sirs, can we… Can we use a cock ring on me?" d'Artagnan whispered, but their heads snapped towards him with varying looks on their faces.
"Are you sure darling?" Aramis asked, confusion lacing his voice.
"I'm sure, I just don't want to come before we even get started." d'Artagnan said feeling more confident.
"If it's too much just use your safe word love." Athos agreed having more experience with restraining than the other two.
"Of course Sirs." d'Artagnan smiled, only whining a bit when Porthos pulled his finger out of him but Athos pressed a third finger into d'Artagnan in an effort to keep him stretched open. Porthos came back holding a black leather cock ring; with ease Porthos tightened the ring around d'Artagnan's cock. d'Artagnan groaned as he bucked his hips up into the pressure that settled around his cock.
"Thank you Sirs." He sounded relieved and Porthos slid his finger back inside of d'Artagnan making the total of digits inside of him four, more than anything he had inside himself in a long time.
"I think you're almost ready pup, how are you feeling?" Porthos asked, free hand massaging against d'Artagnan's parted thigh.
"Green Sir." d'Artagnan was more than ready; he had wanted this for so long.
"What do you want darling?" Aramis caressed d'Artagnan's cheek, having a good idea considering what they had talked about during the contract negotiations.
"I want to be filled with you Sir, I want to feel full." d'Artagnan said shyly, a bit embarrassed about saying what he wanted aloud.
"Good boy." Aramis praised as he slicked his cock up, Athos and Porthos gently slid their fingers out of him leaving him strangely empty.
"We're right here love." Athos promised as he slid underneath d'Artagnan's head, cradling their sub's head in his hands while Porthos settled beside d'Artagnan's body, gripping his right hand in silent support.
d'Artagnan swallowed as he spread his legs wider, lifting up his hips as Aramis' hands gripped his ass pulling his cheeks apart as he rubbed his cock over d'Artagnan's stretched rim.
"Please Sir." d'Artagnan groaned, his cock throbbing against the leather ring. Aramis eased the head of his erection into d'Artagnan's ready hole making the both of them groan out in pleasure. It spurred Aramis on to slide in further and d'Artagnan's body opened up for him eagerly. Aramis' hands were holding d'Artagnan's legs apart by the back of his knees keeping him steady. Soon Aramis bottomed out, staying still as he and d'Artagnan both tried to adjust to the feelings that were close to overwhelming them.
Athos whispered sweet words as he stroked d'Artagnan's hair and face while Porthos reached out and ran his hand down Aramis' neck.
"Darling?" Aramis asked wrapping d'Artagnan's long legs around his waist making them both groan as Aramis shifted inside of him.
"Green Sir." d'Artagnan breathed out, slowly rolling his hips his eyes rolling up into his head at the way Aramis felt inside of him, the head of his engorged cock pressing just shy of his prostate.
Aramis smiled as he gripped d'Artagnan's hips and pulled his hips back so only the tip of his manhood was resting inside of him before he slammed himself back in. d'Artagnan let out a cry as his body arched and his eyes closed on their own.
"d'Artagnan you feel so fucking amazing." Aramis panted out as he started a steady pace that had d'Artagnan moaning incoherently.
d'Artagnan could feel himself sinking deeper with every thrust Aramis gave him, he accepted it with open arms even as he grinded his hips down his head lolling to the side on Athos' lap. Aramis's cock was hitting his prostate dead on with every move and d'Artagnan was starting to feel pain from having his cock restrained. His free hand reached down to touch himself but Porthos' free hand gripped his calmly.
"Do you need to come d'Artagnan?" Porthos' firm voice pierced his foggy head.
"Please Sir." d'Artagnan managed to breath out, hazy eyes opening to look up at his lovers who were watching him with eyes full of love and wonder.
"Of course love." Athos soothed d'Artagnan as Porthos slowly slid off the cock ring and wrapped his hand around d'Artagnan's weeping length making d'Artagnan give a soft sob at the feeling of skin on skin. Porthos stroked himself as he watched his lovers while Athos placed d'Artagnan's head onto a pillow so he could take himself in hand.
"Come for us d'Artagnan." Aramis ordered as he adjusted his angle so he could pound against d'Artagnan's prostate. d'Artagnan let out an actual scream as his body arched and shook as he climaxed hard against Porthos' hand. Aramis let out his own cry as d'Artagnan clenched down on him so tightly that Aramis could only rock shallowly as he reached his own climax, filling d'Artagnan with his cum like they both wanted. Porthos and Athos let out strangled groans as they came, coating d'Artagnan's chest and stomach with their own cum mixing with d'Artagnan's own.
Aramis all but collapsed forward afterwards, hands on either side of d'Artagnan's body as he pressed a kiss to their sub who was floating through his subspace not fully aware of what was happening anymore.
"You did so well for us love, so well." Athos spoke to d'Artagnan as Porthos helped Aramis slowly ease out of d'Artagnan, Aramis giving his lovers a smirk as d'Artagnan groaned as a trickle of cum slid out of d'Artagnan's red and puffy hole.
Porthos kissed the side of Aramis' head helping him rest on the free side of the bed, while Athos adjusted himself so he was curled around d'Artagnan's body, hands stroking and petting his body laying kisses along his body. Porthos had gathered damp clothes and were taking time cleaning both d'Artagnan and Aramis up wanting to take care of his lovers.
Aramis cuddled up to d'Artagnan's free side, resting his hand on d'Artagnan's heart feeling it beating steadily under his palm and Aramis let his eyes close and he drifted allowing Athos and Porthos to take care of them.