Visitors in the Night
The Musketeers
Most couples don't move in together until later on in their relationship, d'Artagnan wishes his relationships with his Dom's were that simple.
Modern and BDSM AU
Main pairings in this story: Porthos/d'Artagnan, Aramis/d'Artagnan, Athos/d'Artagnan
Endgame: Athos/Aramis/d'Artagnan/Porthos
Warning: punishment, spanking, leg humping, subspace, aftercare, gun violence, arson
Disclaimer: I do not own BBC's The Musketeers
Chapter One
"Do you know why I'm upset d'Artagnan?" Aramis asked softly as he looked across the couch to the fidgeting form of his and Porthos' sub.
"Yes sir, I went to 'Headspace' when I said I would call you if I needed anything." d'Artagnan swallowed hard as he tugged down the sleeves of his shirt.
"Can you explain why you didn't ask me for help? Porthos told me what happened at 'Headspace'." Aramis pressed on, but he took in the nervous tick that d'Artagnan seemed to have of pulling on his long sleeves. He had a horrible feeling that it had something to do with the old scars he saw on d'Artagnan's body and his ex.
"I didn't want to overstep my boundaries, I didn't know if you would do that for me and I honestly thought Porthos would need you that night. Ninon is an old friend and she is dating Constance, she would have never allowed anyone other than you, Porthos and Athos to touch me in the way Porthos did." d'Artagnan explained, keeping his eyes down but his fingers still fiddled with his sleeves.
"Oh d'Artagnan." Aramis understood a lot better, but he couldn't let this slide.
"I understand your reasoning's now, Porthos and I are writing up a contract for us. I will admit that bondage is much more Athos' field of expertise so asking me might have been a bad idea, but I am going to have to punish you." Aramis said in an unthreatening tone, but d'Artagnan still froze up and stared at Aramis like a deer caught in the headlights.
d'Artagnan gripped his arms tightly and closed his eyes as he breathed in and out through his nose. Aramis recognized this as d'Artagnan trying to fend off a panic attack and Aramis mentally cursed the bastard that made d'Artagnan like this. Aramis held his hands up to show d'Artagnan that he meant no harm as he slowly moved to sit next to d'Artagnan and he slowly curled his arms around d'Artagnan's shaking form, silently pleased when d'Artagnan leaned into his embrace.
"Match my breathing darling." Aramis breathed in, held his breath and then breathed out. Soon d'Artagnan had synced up their breathing and Aramis ran his fingers through d'Artagnan's long hair, murmuring soft words of praise and encouragement to him.
"The contract we are working on will outline all of this, but I promise that if I ever need to punish you it will be no more than 10 spankings from my hand or a padded paddle and nothing more, ever I promise you this." Aramis spoke up when he felt that d'Artagnan was calm enough.
"Only 10?" d'Artagnan asked softly as his Dom's words made sense.
"I promise darling, I rather not do that now, not after your panic attack." Aramis promised and pressed a kiss to d'Artagnan's forehead.
"No, no… It's okay… I want it sir." d'Artagnan breathed out like he realized something.
"Are you absolutely sure d'Artagnan?" Aramis turned to look d'Artagnan dead in the eyes, forcing him to meet his gaze.
"Yes sir, if I can't handle it I will use my safe word." d'Artagnan promised, lacing their fingers together.
"Alright, pull down your trouser and lay over my lap." Aramis instructed in a firm voice that made d'Artagnan shiver.
"Yes sir." d'Artagnan breathed out as he wiggled his hips, pushing his jeans and boxers down and carefully laid him self over Aramis' lap and shuddered when Aramis smoothed his right palm over the swell of his ass making d'Artagnan suck in a breath of air before it was expelled forcefully when Aramis' hand came down on his right ass cheek. d'Artagnan squirmed at the gentle sting, but Aramis' left hand splayed across his lower back and d'Artagnan settled under the reassuring touch.
"One." d'Artagnan breathed out as his brain caught up to what they were doing.
"Do you want to count? I won't force you." Aramis spoke up, concern in his voice.
"I need to count, please sir may I?" d'Artagnan asked, closing his eyes in worry that his request will be denied. Aramis felt a flare of anger again, obvious this was all related to his ex, if d'Artagnan wasn't allowed to count then that meant in the past he hadn't and the Dom had seriously hurt him and that was making Aramis' blood boil.
"Of course you can darling." Aramis rubbing his hand against d'Artagnan's back soothingly and felt d'Artagnan relax under the gentle touch.
"Thank you sir… Green." d'Artagnan said as he forced himself to relax over Aramis' lap. He gasped slightly when Aramis' hand came down again and he breathed out 'two', after that it got harder for d'Artagnan to keep track of the number they were on as he felt himself starting to slip down into his subspace, something that surprised him as he had never been in his subspace during a punishment before. He embraced it and only really realized that he was supposed to be counting aloud when his Dom gently tapped his cheek, looking down at him in worry and concern.
"Darling, can you hear me? Are you all right? Do you need me to stop? Tell me what you need." Aramis asked worriedly.
"Mm, feels good, sorry forgot to count." d'Artagnan slurred his words looking up at Aramis with a glazed over look in his eyes and Aramis settled down slightly seeing the signs of d'Artagnan in his subspace.
"It's fine darling, I was at 10 anyways. You took your punishment so well, you were such a good boy for me darling." Aramis crooned as he reached over into his bag that he had brought with him for some aloe cream and gently smoothed the lotion over d'Artagnan's red cheeks and upper thighs. d'Artagnan sighed at the cool sensation over his sore bottom and closed his eyes to relish the feeling.
Aramis gently lifted d'Artagnan up into his arms and walked the two of them over to d'Artagnan's bed and pulled d'Artagnan's clothes off of him completely before pulling d'Artagnan's head onto his chest so he could hear his heartbeat. The door to d'Artagnan's place jiggled a bit before it swung open to show Porthos standing there in his uniform still, having come there straight from his shift.
"Porthos." Aramis beckoned the giant over quietly; Porthos knelt next to the bed and ran his fingers through d'Artagnan's hair softly.
"How deep is he in?" Porthos asked in a low voice not to disturb d'Artagnan.
"Deeper than I expected he would go, I'm glad you're here. You're better at handling sub's coming out of deep subspace than I am." Aramis admitted and Porthos removed his jacket, hat and shoes. He slid into the bed on the other side of d'Artagnan, resting his chest against d'Artagnan's back and hand softly smoothed over the red skin of d'Artagnan's ass making the younger man shiver in his headspace.
"I'm just glad you called." Porthos pressed a kiss to Aramis' lips gently making Aramis smile up at him. A quiet noise brought both their attention down to d'Artagnan who was stirring and he peered up at them both, the glazed over look having disappeared showing he was slowly coming out his subspace.
"Porthos?" d'Artagnan asked dazed, confused if Porthos had come during his punishment or after.
"I just got here pup, but you looked beautiful so deep in your subspace." Porthos pressed a kiss to d'Artagnan's lips as well while Aramis watched with a fond look on his face.
"I'm sorry sir, I didn't except to fall into subspace like that during a punishment, I mean I had an idea it could happen, but I was not prepared for it." d'Artagnan turned to Aramis, his eyes lowered.
"What do you mean darling?" Aramis asked confused, exchanging a confused look.
"Usually during punishments I don't feel pleasure hence why they are punishments, but this was different. A good different so thank you sir." d'Artagnan explained the best he could, lying his head on Aramis' chest missing the looks of anger and horror his Dom's gave each other over his head.
"Darling, even punishments with the right Dom's should bring you some inkling of pleasure or they are doing it wrong." Aramis tried to explain to d'Artagnan what he had been taught was wrong.
"I think I understand that now sir." d'Artagnan nodded his head slowly; new information overriding the old information he had when it came to his Dom's punishing him.
"We will do everything in our power to prove it to you." Porthos promised before he hauled d'Artagnan up so their sub was straddling one of his large, muscled thighs. d'Artagnan squeaked at the sudden movement before he gripped Porthos' shoulders for balance.
"In the mind time, I think you need some help with this." Porthos reached down and cupped the erection that d'Artagnan was now sporting. The younger man gasped at the feeling Porthos' large fingers stroking the sides of his erection.
"d'Artagnan, you are going to come by riding my thigh or my leg, which one do you want tonight?" Porthos' voice went firm and d'Artagnan knew Porthos was his Dom right now.
"Leg sir." d'Artagnan breathed out, eyes full of lust and he heard Aramis' take a sharp intake of breath as Porthos rumbled in his chest at the answer. Aramis placed a pillow onto the ground by the side of the bed and helped d'Artagnan kneel down onto it. Porthos slid his right leg between d'Artagnan's spread knees. Porthos laid his hand on d'Artagnan's head in a comforting manner as d'Artagnan raised his hips and gave a tentative thrust of his hips forward against Porthos' leg.
d'Artagnan surprised himself by letting out a groan of pleasure as the fabric of Porthos' pants rubbed against his erection. d'Artagnan adjusted his knees and absently crossed his wrists behind his back and started to rub himself up and down against Porthos' leg, head falling back as he groaned from the friction against his cock. His eyes were half lidded and staring at the ceiling, panting as he sped up. He felt his head get hazy again and he blinked slowly before leaning in the hand that appeared against his cheek. His tongue poked out from between his parted lips and flicked against the thumb that was resting on his lower lip.
"Come for us d'Artagnan." Porthos ordered, voice husky. d'Artagnan let out a cry as his orgasm was punched out of him at the order from his Dom. His cum coated Porthos' pant leg and d'Artagnan tilted backwards body limp from his orgasm and the delightful throbbing coming from his ass. d'Artagnan sighed softly when he landed in strong, waiting arms.
He was suddenly weightless for a moment before he was settled between his two Dom's, hands petting him, whispering praises as he was cleaned up. A large hand pressed against the base of his throat and d'Artagnan felt himself become more grounded and his eyelids fluttered open, he wasn't sure when he closed them but he was looking up at his Dom's who were looking down at him with loving looks. d'Artagnan smiled before his head lolled to the side and he slipped into a well deserved slumber feeling safe and content between his Dom's.
~~/~~
"He's just sleeping Porthos." Aramis said, fingers wrapped around d'Artagnan's wrist, feeling his steady pulse.
"I had no idea he would go into subspace so soon after you brought him down." Porthos ran his fingers through his hair in relief at Aramis' words as he settled down next to d'Artagnan, lacing their fingers together.
"It's never happened to me before. Either he can easily go into subspace or it's because he feels safe around us." Aramis said, hoping it was the second one and from the way Porthos was looking at d'Artagnan, obviously he was hoping it was the second one too.
"I don't think I'll ever get the sight of him humping my leg out of my mind." Porthos shook his head and Aramis grinned, knowing the feeling.
"Did you see how he crossed his wrists behind his back almost on reflex? Also from what you told me about how you found him at 'Headspace' I think he's fully into bondage." Aramis traced patterns on d'Artagnan's olive skin.
"I'm already working it into the contract… We will need to sit down with him and try to figure out what he thinks sub's and Dom's are, what this abusive asshole of an ex trained him to believe." Porthos voice dropped into a dangerous tone of voice that had Aramis shivering.
"It is taking you a while to draw up a contract, you had one for me done in two days… Are you perhaps waiting for Athos to join us?" Aramis raised an eyebrow.
"He's part of the contract is already outlined." Porthos said smugly and Aramis let out a soft laugh.
~~/~~
d'Artagnan hummed to himself as he finished dusting down the counter, Fleur was already gone for the night. It has been a few nights since his time with Porthos and Aramis and he was still feeling the effects. He had never been that deep down in his subspace and he was riding the feeling of that for as long as he could. It wasn't anything noticeable to others, but he had a more bounce in his step (making his bottom throb and that just brought a smile and blush to his face) and over all happier.
The door chimed and d'Artagnan frowned as a large man in with a black jacket, the hood flipped up over his head came in.
"I'm sorry but the store and range are closed for the night." d'Artagnan called out as he circled around the counter.
"I think you'll be open a bit longer." The man threw back the hood and d'Artagnan felt his blood run cold. It was the same man who had threatened him with a knife a while ago that resulted him meeting Porthos for the first time. The man pulled out a gun this time and aimed it at d'Artagnan who raised his hands up in surrender; slightly annoyed that this was the second time this month he had been held at gunpoint. Constance always said he was a trouble magnet but he doubted she meant it like this.
"Whoa, okay calm down. I'm not going to do anything stupid, I swear." d'Artagnan said in a calm voice as the man stared him down.
"On your knees." The man ordered and d'Artagnan slowly knelt down, hands still up in the air. "Hold your hands in front of you."
d'Artagnan did so and glared at the man when the man pulled out his own leather belt and wrapped it too tight around his wrists, locking the belt in place so d'Artagnan's hands were immobile and that was when panic started to build up. d'Artagnan squashed it, this was not the time for him to have an attack or a drop.
"Stay there, if I see you move even an inch I will shoot you." The man threatened holding the gun too close for comfort by d'Artagnan's head.
"I won't move." d'Artagnan swore as the man darted out of the store for some reason. d'Artagnan wiggled his hips until his phone slid out of his jean pocket. He clicked the 1st contact he had and while keeping an eye on the door, he typed out S.O.S, sending it before he slid it behind his back to hide it as the door swing open. The man walked back in, shaking a red gas can as he moved. A stone settled heavily in d'Artagnan's gut at the sight and he strained against the belt that was restraining him.
"What are you doing?" d'Artagnan asked in a loud voice and the man spun back towards him like he had forgotten about his hostage. d'Artagnan let out a piercing scream as a bullet tore through his flesh sickingly. d'Artagnan collapsed onto his side, barely conscious from the pain, he stared up at the shooter with blurry vision.
d'Artagnan sputtered as the man poured gasoline over his prone form, the taste invading his mouth and the smell burning his nose.
"Please, don't!" d'Artagnan begged in a weak voice, most of his strength fading from his body as blood gushed from the bullet in his leg.
"You shouldn't have crossed me and sent those damned Musketeers after me! I lost my girl, friends, money, everything! Now I'm returning the favor." The man snarled, grabbing d'Artagnan by his soggy hair, jabbing the still warm barrel of the gun underneath d'Artagnan's chin. For one heart-stopped moment d'Artagnan was sure that the crazed man was going to pull the trigger and paint the walls of GG with his brain.
Shockingly d'Artagnan didn't worry about himself, he thought of Constance his best friend. He thought of Aramis and Porthos, his amazingly kind and wonderful Dom's, he thought of Athos the one man he didn't get any real chance to bond with and all the 'what if's' flowed into his head. This could break them and that was the last thing he wanted for them.
The man dropped d'Artagnan's hair and the younger man's head dropped down onto the ground with a painful crack and d'Artagnan's vision swarm for a moment. The man went on tot finish dousing the store with the gasoline he had brought. d'Artagnan's wild eyes darted around the room, trying to find some sort of weapon to use in defense against this psychopath.
d'Artagnan looked up, startled by the sudden roar of the flames being ignited and the insanity in the man's laughter. Spurred on by the flames, d'Artagnan reached out, grabbing the man's ankle and tugged on it with all of his strength. The man yelped in surprise as he face planted into a small puddle of gasoline that the flames had just reached. His screams rang in d'Artagnan's ears, surpassing the noise of the flames that were eating away at his and his father's life work.
The man was still screaming as he desperately rolled on the ground, burning his hands as he tried to put out the flames that were working their way down his neck and shoulders. d'Artagnan spotted the silver gun a few feet away, with a burst of adrenaline and thanks to the fact that smoke rises, d'Artagnan fought through the searing pain in his leg to army crawl his way over far enough to wrap his fingers around the hilt of the gun. He yelped at the burning metal that bit in his fingers and palm. He gritted his teeth together as he raised the gun at the man who was being eaten by the fire and squeezed the trigger.
The echoing sound was loud even above the crackling of the devouring flames, but the abrupt silence of the man's screams cut like a knife as blood seeped out of the hole in the back of the man's neck.
d'Artagnan happily let the scorching metal tumble from his grasp as he collapsed on his side, vision growing grey as the store filled with a thick smog of smoke.