Visions of Dawn
The Musketeers
With Aramis as his Dom, d'Artagnan carries on with his life happier than before. Visitors from Porthos' past interrupt this and they may affect d'Artagnan's future.
Modern and BDSM AU
Main pairing in this story: Porthos/d'Artagnan, Aramis/d'Artagnan
Endgame: Athos/Aramis/d'Artagnan/Porthos
Warning: masturbation, mutual masturbation
Disclaimer: I do not own BBC's The Musketeers
Chapter One
"I haven't seen you this happy in a while, what's the occasion?" Porthos eyed his partner as he drove them towards the GG (now open for business) to pick up some new sniper rifles for the snipers of the Musketeers.
"Just excited." Aramis answered vaguely.
"You have been itching for a new sniper rifle for a while." Porthos mused and Aramis smiled allowing Porthos to think that as they pulled into an empty parking space in front of the 'Gascon Gun'.
"Or maybe it was that night you spent at Headspace, you never did tell us about the sub you found." Porthos dragged Aramis into a headlock as they walked towards the front doors that had brand new locks on them.
"A gentleman never kisses and tells." Aramis sang as he ducked out from the headlock to push open the door.
"Ah, morning!" Fleur, Constance's cousin looked up from behind the counter and smiled at the two Musketeers.
"Morning Madam, where would d'Artagnan be?" Aramis asked as he leaned on the counter, flashing a winning smile at the blonde who giggled at his charm.
"He's around back at the sniper range, said something about wanting to make sure the shipment was right. He doesn't want to give the Musketeers any faulty rifles." Fleur waved her hand to the door that led to the gun range.
"He's dedicated." Porthos let out a low whistle.
"He truly is and he's so kind." Fleur ducked her head shyly.
"That he is Madam." Aramis agreed before bowing dramatically to her, getting a laugh from the blonde, which was his plan. The two Musketeers left to find d'Artagnan in the shooting range.
"You charmer you, stop it." Porthos cuffed Aramis upside the head gently.
"I can't help it Porthos dear, I'm just naturally charming." Aramis smirked, blowing a kiss to his partner as they turned the corner towards the sniper range. They had to stop in their tracks as shots rang out and they caught sight of d'Artagnan lying on his stomach, eye pressed to the scope of a sniper rifle looking very intense as he focused. He squeezed the trigger a few times and each bullet hit the bull's-eye or the area around it.
"He's good." Porthos let out a low whistle at the accuracy of his shooting. d'Artagnan shifted so he was on his knees, his headphones hanging down around his neck now. He inspected the gun for a moment before easily disassembling it and placing it back into the case.
"d'Artagnan!" Aramis waved an arm as he called out to the younger man.
d'Artagnan looked up and waved back with a happy smile on his face. He rose to his feet giving them a full frontal view of what he was wearing. He was wearing navy blue cargo pants with a black long sleeved shirt tucked into the waistband and black combat boots. He pushed the plastic glasses up onto his head, pushing his long hair out of his face as he walked towards them.
"Oh fuck me." Porthos grumbled under his breath at the sight of d'Artagnan looking so fine.
"Or him." Aramis said absently as he silently undressed d'Artagnan with his eyes, knowing full well what lay beneath those clothes.
"Don't do this to me right now." Porthos growled to Aramis as he shifted on his feet as d'Artagnan reached them.
"Good morning!" d'Artagnan said with a bright smile.
"Morning darling." Aramis purred and d'Artagnan blushed at the familiar pet name and glanced at Porthos who didn't seem bothered by it.
"How are you feeling whelp?" Porthos asked next, smiling at the blushing man.
"I'm healed up. I'm assuming you are who Captain Treville sent to collect the shipment?" d'Artagnan said as he led the two taller man into the back where the shipment of sniper rifles were kept.
"Got it in one." Porthos said, approval at d'Artagnan being healed in his voice.
"Healed up you say, let me be the judge of that." Aramis remembered that d'Artagnan had still been bandaged during their time together a day or so ago.
"Come now d'Artagnan, shirt off." Aramis sent a sly smirk at d'Artagnan who blushed, but obediently pulled his black shirt up over his head so he was shirtless in front of his Dom and one his Dom's lovers and that alone was messing with his head more than it should. Porthos blinked in surprise at the lack of hesitation at Aramis' words, but the half naked pretty man in front of him distracted him. He swallowed hard as he watched as Aramis all but straddled d'Artagnan as he titled his head to t he side and prodded at his arm to make sure he was indeed healed up. Seeing the two of them together was doing things to Porthos' body and he liked it immensely. He shifted on his feet as he felt his uniform pants starting to get tighter than they normally where and he cursed in his mind, he needed to stop this problem before it became obvious.
"Excuse me for a moment." Porthos coughed into his hand as he fled from the room and locked himself in the bathroom breathing heavily. He palmed his now rock hard cock through the fabric of his slacks and bit back a moan. He shuffled around a bit until he managed to get his slacks and underwear down around his thighs, exposing his erection to the cool air of the bathroom. He spat on his palm a few times before he bit on his lower lip as he wrapped his large hand around his heated skin and started to jerk his hand up and down as the image of Aramis pressed close to a half naked d'Artagnan appeared in his mind.
He shook his head before he let out a soft gasp when he pictured a new scene. d'Artagnan was naked and flushed breathing heavily, wrists being held above his head by one of Porthos' large hands while the other one was wrapped around d'Artagnan's waist, the younger had his legs twisted around Porthos' waist. Moans were spilling from d'Artagnan's swollen lips as he was pounded into relentlessly. Porthos watched as d'Artagnan's face was screwed up in pleasure and his whole body shook as he came with a cry of 'Porthos!' Then d'Artagnan's head was turned to the side and Aramis was kissing him while Athos appeared from d'Artagnan's other side and attached his lips to d'Artagnan's neck.
Porthos came back to himself, lower lip bleeding from biting down on it so hard to stop any noise from escaping him. He looked down to see he was fisting his now limp cock, his skin covered in his release. He breathed slowly and steadily as he yanked a few paper towels free and cleaned himself (bleeding lip included) off before readjusting himself, mind whirring. He had just masturbated to fucking d'Artagnan who was then kissed by Athos and Aramis. He swallowed as he nervously made his way back to where d'Artagnan and Aramis where.
He raised an eyebrow at the flushed expression on d'Artagnan's face while Aramis was sporting a smug one that usually came after he had just gotten laid someplace he wasn't suppose to. For some reason this didn't bother Porthos as much as it should, in fact his mind just wandered back to the fantasy that he had moments ago and he blushed himself.
"Captain Treville will appreciate the new guns, thank you very much d'Artagnan." Aramis kissed d'Artagnan's knuckles with a wink making d'Artagnan stutter a bit.
"Yeah, thanks pup." Porthos said gruffly.
"You're welcome." d'Artagnan said happily if not a little breathlessly as Aramis tugged Porthos out of the storage room.
"Your lower lip looks like it got mauled by a bear, are you okay?" Aramis took Porthos' chin in between his fingers to inspect the damage.
"No just had a vivid daydream is all." Porthos waved off Aramis' concerned, but this just made him more interested.
"Oh do tell." Aramis purred as they placed the guns into the trunk of their squad car.
"…It was about d'Artagnan and that is all I'm saying." Porthos said quickly before he firmly shut his lips as he slid into the drivers seat.
"He is rather amazing isn't he?" Aramis asked absently, a smile gracing his face as he thought back to when Porthos left the room.
~~/~~
The moment the door clicked shut behind Porthos, Aramis' mouth was on d'Artagnan's. d'Artagnan let out a muffled sound of surprise, but Aramis' hands smoothed down his chest before latching onto his hips, bringing their bodies closer. Aramis broke the kiss to lay kisses down the length of d'Artagnan's neck.
"Mmm, but what about Porthos?" d'Artagnan asked breathlessly, fingers coming up to tangle in Aramis' hair.
"He left because he got hard at the sight of together. I bet he's jerking off to the thought of us together like this." Aramis said knowingly as he teased one of d'Artagnan's nipples with his tongue.
"Ngh, ahh." d'Artagnan gasped out as Aramis' skillful mouth left marks across his torso and he ground their growing erections together.
"You're already like this, you're so responsive to me." Aramis purred into d'Artagnan's ear, biting at the lobe making d'Artagnan shudder and his hips jerk up against Aramis'.
"Sir." d'Artagnan gasped out as Aramis pulled not only himself out of his slacks but d'Artagnan out of his cargo pants. He wrapped his hand around the two of their cocks, stroking them together. d'Artagnan buried his head in the crook of Aramis' neck to muffle his groans as their cocks rubbed together causing delicious friction and d'Artagnan's hips were moving on their own.
"Come anytime you want d'Artagnan." Aramis licked up d'Artagnan's neck, taking care around the just healed wound on his neck.
"Nhh, ahhh, s-sir." d'Artagnan gasped, legs shaking as he felt an his climax approaching in the pit of his stomach and his hips started to stutter and d'Artagnan let out a cry into Aramis' neck as he came hard against Aramis' hand and cock. His back arched and Aramis pulled him into a kiss, twisting their tongues together and moments later Aramis came as well, spurred on by d'Artagnan's orgasm.
The two stayed pressed together basking in the afterglow before Aramis leaned away to grab a cloth that was usually used to clean the barrels of the guns and used that to clean their cum off of them before Aramis placed a loving kiss on the tip of d'Artagnan's flaccid cock before tucking it back into d'Artagnan's cargo pants before he tucked himself away as well. He carefully helped d'Artagnan back into his shirt making sure to place light kisses over his skin as he moved. Not a moment too soon as the door opened and a flushed looking Porthos entered the room and d'Artagnan realized with another blush that Aramis had been right about what Porthos was doing when he left.
~~/~~
"You have a stupid look on your face." Porthos' voice woke Aramis from his memory and he was rather pleased with himself at the fact he wasn't hard, that would have been fun to explain to his lover.
"I take offense to that." Aramis huffed and Porthos let out a laugh at his lover as they arrived at the station and proceeded to drop the new rifles off in the armory.
"Ouch! What was that for?" Aramis whined after Porthos whacked him over the head as they entered their own squad room, Athos looking up interested when the two entered.
"That was for making d'Artagnan take his shirt off, this was all on you. I was this close to jumping him, again!" Porthos showed a small gap between his thumb and index finger, glaring at Aramis who sank into his own chair.
"Do I even want to know?" Athos asked curiously, his interest always seemed to be spiked when d'Artagnan was brought up and it was starting to confuse him.
"It would be better for your sanity if you didn't." Porthos said seriously as he powered on his computer.
"Don't look at me, but it involved d'Artagnan." Aramis winked at Athos who let out a low groan as he tipped his head backwards.
"So I'm not the only one who can't get him out of their heads then?" Athos grumbled and hope became brighter in Aramis' chest.
"It's only getting worse." Porthos grumbled, absently rubbing his neck and Aramis silently radiated smugness.
"Porthos!" A female voice cried out as the door was flung open. The three men looked up, on guard until Porthos stood up with a happy on his face and his lovers' relaxed. Porthos held open his arms and a beautiful blonde woman launched herself into his arms, letting him swing her around as they hugged tightly.
"Flea! It's been too long!" Porthos laughed happily as they touched foreheads gently before he put her back down on her feet, her long flower print skirt swishing around her ankles.
"It has and someone never calls!" She poked him in the chest with a teasing look on her face.
"Well someone is always busy when I do call." Porthos teased back before he looked up at the doorway to see a dark skinned man leaning there, watching Porthos with an odd look on his face.
"Charon!" Porthos waved at his other childhood friend and Charon walked over to be pulled into a tight hug from the larger man. The look disappeared from his face and hugged Porthos back tightly and laughed good naturedly when Porthos held him at arms length to inspect him.
"You're skinner." Porthos commented.
"You're just as bear like as I remember." Charon commented back making Porthos laugh and Flea to snicker as she wrapped her arms around one of Porthos'.
"Ah, you guys remember Aramis and Athos right?" Porthos gestured to his lovers; Aramis tipped his hat at them while Athos nodded his head.
"Of course! Porthos isn't causing you too much trouble is he?" Flea asked smirking at Porthos' noise of outrage.
"He's a perfect gentlemen, most of the time." Aramis winked at Flea making her laugh.
"You won't mind if we borrow Porthos here for lunch right?" Charon turned to give Athos and Aramis a hard look, like he was annoyed with their presences.
"Ah, no go ahead." Aramis waved his hand looking at Porthos while Athos just glared at Charon.
"Thanks guys, I'll be back soon." Porthos dropped kisses to both his lover's foreheads before he allowed Charon and Flea to herd him out of the room.
"I have a bad feeling about Charon." Aramis commented, breaking the silence of the room.
"Porthos can handle himself and if he needs help he knows he can come to us." Athos said knowing Porthos well.
"Yeah, I know but it's just something in my gut that telling me something is off." Aramis muttered and Athos sent him a worried look having known from experience that Aramis's gut is hardly ever wrong.
~~/~~
"So, spill." Flea sipped at her wheat grass smoothie once their meal was finished giving Porthos all her attention.
"Spill what?" Porthos raised an eyebrow as he took a gulp of his coffee (he did have to work again after this).
"You have the same look on your face as you did when you realized how you felt for Athos and Aramis. So I repeat, spill." Flea said knowingly while Charon shifted in his seat silently.
"Do I really?" Porthos rubbed his beard; a smile making it's way across his face.
"See that right there!" Flea poked his cheek, a smile on her own face. "Don't question me Porthos, I know everything."
"Fine, fine… His name is Charles d'Artagnan and he is the new owner of the 'Gascon Gun' where the Musketeers get our weapons. We met him a while ago and I don't know, there is just something about him that is drawing not only me, but Athos and Aramis in." Porthos said, a soft smile crossing face as d'Artagnan's smiling face flashed in his mind.
"Oh that is so cute, I'm really happy for you guys Porthos." Flea squealed, clasping her hands together.
"He might even like gays or any of you like that." Charon pointed out, his voice sharp.
"I think your wrong Charon." Porthos said simply, his gut telling him otherwise.
"I just don't want you to be hurt by this d'Artagnan Porthos." Charon tried to explain his words.
"Lay off Charon." Porthos growled, not liking the look on Charon's face when he said d'Artagnan's name, it twisted his stomach into knots but he ignored them after all Charon was his childhood friend.
"Well I for one am extremely happy for you three, you better keep me informed as things progress and I demand to meet him once you four get things settled." Flea demanded and Porthos put his hands up in surrender.
"Of course I will." Porthos promised and Flea smiled leaning back in her chair smugly.
"I'm holding you to that." She sang and Porthos laughed as he checked his phone. He placed some bills down on the table as he stood up.
"Sorry I have to get back to work." Porthos pressed a friendly kiss to Flea's cheek and exchanged a manly hug with Charon before he left the café.
"Flea, go 'The Queen's Guard' and wait for me there." Charon ordered as he put down a few bills of his own before he pulled on his jacket, a serious look on his face.
"What? Charon, what the hell?" Flea stared at him in shock as he stalked out of the café.
"Charon! Oh… I have a bad feeling about this." Flea muttered to herself as she placed down a few bills of her own before hurrying out of the café after getting some directions to 'The Queen's Guard'.