Title: Uninvited
Author: Slashydutchie
Fandom: 3 Musketeers
Pairing/character: Athos/Cardinal Richelieu
Rating: FRT
Prompt: Lose the halo, don't need to resist
Kink: seduction of reluctant or prudish character

Armand Jean du Plessis de Richelieu, cardinal of France under the reign of his royal highness King Louis XIII wasn't a man who was often found dumbstruck. This, however, was one of the rare times where he truly was lost for both words and action.

In the middle of his rooms, his private domain, was a musketeer. Not just any musketeer, though that would have been bad enough in itself, but Athos, captain of the musketeers. From the way he was swaying, Richelieu would guess the man had been drinking quite heavily prior to coming here.

This made sense, since no sober musketeer would dare enter his private quarters. Quite frankly, they seemed to prefer to avoid both the cardinal and his guards on a general basis unless there was some chance to make a mockery of them.

When the initial shock of seeing another human being in this place had worn off, Armand collected himself. After a reasonably successful attempt to once again gain the persona of a very powerful and extremely annoyed man, he spoke.

"Captain Athos, what are you doing here?" The words didn't quite come out as sharp as the cardinal would have liked, but he attributed that to the sheer surreality of the situation. He half-expected the musketeer to try and arrest him for something or other he might or might not have actually done. What Richelieu didn't expect was the non-answer he received.

"You look real nice in that dress, yeknow..."

Armand stared for a few moments. Drunk indeed... but apparently more so than he'd initially thought. Nobody ever told the cardinal he 'looked nice', not to mention... well...

"It's called a cassock," was the only thing he knew to say, his voice somewhat strangled due to a conflict he'd never admit to experiencing. Some part deep inside Armand actually wanted to thank the man for the compliment rather than kick him out immediately.

"Doesn't matter what ye call it." Athos took a few steps closer, moving with a lot more speed and certainty than should be possible for a man this intoxicated. In fact, before Richelieu had fully recovered from the latest shock he was practically nose to nose with the captain of the musketeers.

"In fact it matters a great deal, I..." A finger against his lips, Athos' finger, silenced him. The simple contact removing any semblance of normalcy from the situation.

"It doesn't." The musketeers' hands moved. The one on Richelieu's lips slid further back, ghosting over the cardinal's cheek and taking a firm hold in his hair. The other began stroking up and down his chest, almost hypnotizing in its movement.

"Captain Athos, I must urge you to..." Evidently, Athos was one of the few in this world gifted with the ability to silence the cardinal of France, though Richelieu never would have thought he'd be silenced by a kiss.

Still, the press of the musketeer's lips against his own was very real indeed. Warm and soft in places, but rough where the other man's stubble grazed his skin. The arm that had been previously occupied stroking his chest snaked around him, pulling him closer to Athos' firm body. Armand gasped when he recognized the hardness pressing against his thigh, unwittingly allowing the musketeer access to his mouth.

The sensation was completely foreign to Richelieu. A strange but somehow pleasurable feeling as the other man's tongue explored his mouth, a somewhat spicy, full taste... but nothing obviously alcoholic.

It was that final fact that shocked Armand enough to pull back, staring at a very sober Athos who released him willingly, grinning.

"Lose the halo, Richelieu... no need to resist."