Wait... Where Am I?
A/N: Second instalment of All Alone On Christmas, Enjoy :D
Heat was the first thing that pervaded Aramis' senses, closely followed by a criminally ridiculous level of softness that he hadn't felt in a long time. He blinked his eyes open slowly, the room gradually coming into focus around him.
Wait, room!
He shot upright in the bed, hands resting either side of him as he stared in shock at the room he found himself in, he did not remember going to sleep here. The last thing he could recall was sitting on a settee with Porthos and Athos, the two men who had practically kidnapped him yesterday.
Was he mad!
Frantically scanning his surroundings, he took in the fire burning merrily away in the fireplace and the three mismatched stockings hung above it. The furry one on the end had his name written on it and he froze in his movements, confusion written in every fibre of his being. The room was ridiculously christmassy, decorations everywhere, even the bedcovers were Christmas themed!
A low groan startled him and he jolted in surprise where he was sitting, head whipping around so quickly he was surprised he didn't get whiplash, to stare at the two men lying in the bed next to him.
"Stop thinking" one of them moaned, voice muffled by the pillow his face was stuffed into.
"Yeah, it's way too noisy" the other one agreed, reaching up with a muscled arm to wrap around his waist, tugging gently to coax him to lie back down beside him.
After a few brief seconds of startled silence Aramis quietly cleared his throat and stared fixedly at the ceiling, "will you let go please"
Porthos grumbled lowly as he was dragged into full awareness, he had hoped to be able to just slip back into sleep because although you were supposed to get up at some ungodly hour on Christmas morning, he had grown out of that last year. Maybe. Not really.
He reluctantly withdrew his arm from around their newest addition to the family and pushed himself up into a sitting position.
"Whas wrong darlin?" he asked worriedly, brushing a curl gently off his face.
Tears streamed down Aramis' cheeks, cascading onto the bedclothes and leaving little damp patches of sadness. "I have to go" he whispered in anguish "I have to leave, let me go"
"Come on now, none of this" Porthos chastised gently, large hands cupping his face gently, thumbs rubbing away tears. "I thought we covered all this yesterday?"
"W..w...well yes but... I just thought" he stuttered awkwardly
"Well stop" Athos interrupted testily "it doesn't seem to do you well"
He sighed heavily, laced with unending depths of aggravation "I'm up now, Porthos fetch him some clothes"
"Alright Mr Dictator" Porthos teased as he heaved his bulk up off the mattress, making his way to the massive oak wardrobe that dominated the room and proceeded to chuck a pair of chequered pyjama trousers and a baggy cotton band t-shirt onto Aramis' head.
Aramis blinked slowly in shock as the shirt dropped unceremoniously into his lap, dragging a lock of hair into his face. "What?"
"The bathroom is down the hall, go and get changed and we can have breakfast" Porthos said soothingly, gently tugging him by the hand and shepherding him out the door.
Once alone in the hallway Aramis simply stood there, bare feet sinking into the thick hallway carpet. He took a few hesitant steps forward, admiring the wood panelled walls with a few pictures hung sporadically along its length. Porthos swamped by about a million children, Athos resplendent in a tuxedo with a glamorous brunette hanging from his arm and many more.
He finally reached the end of the hallway and nervously turned the door handle, entering into another ludicrously christmassy room, an enormous bathroom was decked in mountains of tinsel that didn't quite go far enough to disguise the imperial bathroom. The pyjamas were ridiculously soft and he couldn't subdue a happy little moan that slipped past his lips as he pulled them on, closely followed by the t-shirt that swamped his frame entirely. The sleeves hung way past his fingers and gave the impression of being hugged by an oversized bear, but also it was rather comforting in the cover it gave him.
The door opened with a soft clip and he slipped out soundlessly, drawn into the kitchen by the heavenly smell of pancakes that was wafting down the hall towards him. As he peered around the door frame he was greeted by a blinding smile from Porthos who was hovering by the stove with a frying pan clasped in one hand. Aramis couldn't help the hand that he clasped to his chest with a sharp intake of breath, the man had bloody dimples!
"Aww don't you look adorable" Porthos exclaimed, flipping a pancake "they suit you perfectly!"
"They're a little big" he answered awkwardly "but I kinda like them"
"You like blueberries?"
"I'm not entirely sure"
"Well, we'll sort that out now" Porthos laughed to cover the sadness that was tugging at his heart from the simple revelation that this bright young man had not tried blueberries! He gently grabbed his hand and tugged him over to the floating island in the middle of the kitchen, pressing him onto a stool and plonking a plate down in front of him piled high with pancakes.
"Thankyou but you really don't have to" Aramis protested.
"He really does" Athos interjected as he took the seat next to Aramis "he is what we term... an enabler, a feeder. Besides you're too thin, a few carbs would do you good."
He tentatively took a bite of the fluffy and sweet treat, eyes slipping closed in absolute bliss as the berries burst in his mouth and a tang mixed with the sweet. It was one of the best things he had ever tasted and he couldn't seem to slow down as he shovelled more into his mouth to the delight of the others, and laughter mixed with delighted moans was all that could be heard for the rest of the morning.
A/N: Well you guys liked All Alone on Christmas so I have decided to make it a series! This is the first chapter of the second story so keep an eye out for more :D