Memories of Him
The Musketeers
d'Artagnan's past comes back to haunt him in an unpleasant way, lucky for him his lover's are more badass than he first thought.
Modern and BDSM AU
Athos/Aramis/d'Artagnan/Porthos
Warning: body worship, mutual masturbation, brief talk of past abusive relationship, scars, tattoo's, nipple rings
Disclaimer: I do not own BBC's The Musketeers
Chapter One
"That was the most fun I've had in a while." d'Artagnan grinned as he pulled his helmet off, hanging it off the handlebar of the dirt bike that was parked next to the one Athos was still straddling.
"In a while? Should I tell Aramis and Porthos that our skills are a bit rusty?" Athos had his helmet tucked under his arm as he took in the sight of d'Artagnan in a leather jacket, tight blue jeans and combat boots.
"Wellll." d'Artagnan smiled teasingly as he sauntered over to Athos to run his fingers through Athos' dark hair.
"You're funny." Athos drawled as he wrapped his arm around d'Artagnan's waist to tug him closer. d'Artagnan let his chin drop down against his chest so they could properly look each other in the eyes, d'Artagnan hummed at the sight of love and some hesitance in Athos' green eyes, he pressed their foreheads together as d'Artagnan let his hands rest on Athos' shoulders.
"I'm glad we are able to get away like this, just the two of us." d'Artagnan said honestly, he felt like he knew Athos the least (not for lack of trying mind you).
"…I am too." Athos said after a moment, letting out a soft exhale.
"So are we going to eat the food Porthos made for us or are we going to let it all go to waste?" d'Artagnan asked in a low voice, lips inches away from Athos'.
"I'm very tempted to let it go to waste." Athos admitted as he leaned his head forward to press their lips together. It only lasted for a few seconds before d'Artagnan was twirling out of Athos' arm with a cheeky smile on his face as he snatched up the blankets and pillows that were bundled up on the back of his bike.
"Too bad, Porthos' food is like the best orgasm you could have with every bite. Nothing is going to stop me from eating my fill today." d'Artagnan said firmly as he scouted out a flat section of land to lay the blankets and pillows out. Once it was made to his satisfaction d'Artagnan crawled onto the makeshift bed, lying on his back to look up at Athos who was holding a picnic basket.
Athos set the basket down and unloaded Porthos' delicious cooking before settling down in the space next to d'Artagnan who to his amusement was already diving into the food, plating the food up for both of them while Athos opened a bottle of wine that Aramis had not so sneakily added to the basket.
"Are you even old enough to be drinking this?" Athos teased as d'Artagnan graciously took the offered cup of wine.
"Very funny, I thought you were the stoic one of the group." d'Artagnan wiggled on the blanket so he was leaning his back against Athos' chest, Athos slung his arm across d'Artagnan's chest both of them getting comfortable.
"I thought people liked the stoic type." Athos said and d'Artagnan snickered into his wine.
"Open up." Athos said plucking a strawberry up, hanging it over d'Artagnan's lips.
d'Artagnan parted his plush lips and let Athos lower the berry into his mouth, d'Artagnan groaned as the juices exploded over his taste buds. He licked his now stained red lips after he swallowed knowing that Athos was watching his every move. d'Artagnan wound his arm around Athos' neck to pull him down into a kiss, sharing the remaining taste of the strawberry.
"Sweet." Athos smirked and d'Artagnan blushed at the low, husky tone that the word took.
d'Artagnan and Athos took turned feeding each other food, free hands roaming and exploring in between bites and soft kisses. d'Artagnan groaned softly when Athos' hand cupped his growing erection teasingly.
"You're just upset that you didn't get me in the shower this morning." d'Artagnan breathed out, hips jerking up into Athos' hand as it rubbed at him.
"Porthos took you from me."
d'Artagnan blushed remembering how Porthos had pinned him up against the shower wall with one strong arm under his thighs and damn if he hadn't almost come right there. Porthos was ruthless when it came to abusing his weakness for strength.
"I got him back though, I sucked Aramis off." Athos said sounding smug.
"Not a competition." d'Artagnan sang the words as he twisted around so he could look up at Athos whose hand brushed back stray strands of brown hair.
"Course not love." Athos chuckled at his younger lover's words. d'Artagnan rolled his eyes, not believing his lover's words for a second.
"I feel like I've been neglecting your needs." d'Artagnan teased as he lowered his head to nuzzle just shy of the bulge in Athos' trousers making the older man's breathing hitch.
"You've neglected nothing, but I'm curious about what you plan on doing about my 'needs'." Athos reassured his lover, a hand threading through his brown shoulder length hair.
"I want to see every inch of you... Sir." d'Artagnan breathed out as his hand came up and groped the outline of Athos' erection making Athos moan softly, both at the action and at the title.
"As long as I can see every inch of you." Athos agreed, hand sliding off of d'Artagnan's head to fiddle with the collar of the shirt the sub was wearing.
"That's a deal I can gladly accept." d'Artagnan smiled leaning up for a kiss. Athos parted d'Artagnan lips easily as the younger man moved to settle on his knees.
d'Artagnan pushed Athos' biker jacket off his shoulders, Athos spread his legs out on either side of the brunet pulling their crotches closer together. d'Artagnan groaned into the kiss before Athos broke their lips apart to yank d'Artagnan's jacket off his torso, taking this chance d'Artagnan pulled at Athos' clothes as well.
Soon the two were tangled together their naked skin pressing against each other, hands caressing and exploring every dip and curve. d'Artagnan's face was flush and hair spread around his head like a halo as Athos worked his away down their sub's chest, taking great care to kiss and nip at the exposed skin. Athos' hands were rubbing circles on d'Artagnan's thighs as their bare erections slid against each other every so often sending spasms of pleasure over the two lovers. However there was no urgency in their actions, this was about learning and worshiping the other.
Athos licked over a raised patch of skin on d'Artagnan 's thigh making d'Artagnan give out a breathy moan, he was curious about all the scars that plagued their young lover's body, but he knew from his own past that there were things that people didn't want to talk about.
These scars must be one of d'Artagnan's, he would open up to them in time and when he did the three of them would be there for him every step of the way and if they so happen to hunt down d'Artagnan's ex (who he just knew was the reason behind these scars) then that's their business.
d'Artagnan noticed the deep in thought look on Athos' face and let out a soft huff knowing Athos got like this sometimes so he wrapped his legs around Athos' waist. He flipped them over so he was straddling Athos, thrusting his hips against Athos' making their cocks slide over each other. Athos let out a loud groan being brought out of his thoughts as his hands gripped d'Artagnan's ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh.
"You back?" d'Artagnan tilted his head to the side as he looked down at Athos.
"Yes, sorry love, my mind got away from me for a moment." Athos apologized.
"It happens." d'Artagnan shrugged knowing he was guilty of this a few times so he wasn't offended in the least, he just had to keep his mind elsewhere. d'Artagnan ran his hands down Athos' chest before taking time to trace the tattoo that he know was sure that all three of them had.
"What does this tattoo mean to you?" d'Artagnan asked as he traced the stylized Musketeer fleur de lis that was acting as the background to a large ornate Victorian key.
Aramis had a matching key but it was located on his right wrist and the end of the key was inserted into a similar Victorian padlock. Porthos' upper arms were a mess of different tattoos that could take d'Artagnan ages to find every last different detail, but he did spot the Victorian key that it seemed that all three of them had on their bodies.
"The key signifies our positions as Dom's, something that is apart of us now, something that has made us who we are now." Athos explained as d'Artagnan traced every line and curve with reverence like he understood the deeper meaning.
"Aramis' key is inside a padlock because he switches? The padlock signifies that he is a sub and by putting them together it shows both sides are apart of him." d'Artagnan theorized in realization.
"Clever boy." Athos praised sitting up to kiss d'Artagnan soundly on the lips. d'Artagnan clutched at Athos' shoulders rocking his body forward grinding their erections together.
Their moans mingled together as Athos used his hold on d'Artagnan's ass to press their bodies together as he started to slide their cocks together. d'Artagnan broke the kiss to drop his head down onto Athos' shoulders, hands sliding up to tangle in Athos' dark hair tugging every so often.
d'Artagnan let little gasps fall from his lips as their pre-cum slicked their heated skin making the rocking of their hips speed up and soon the clearing was filled with panting and groans as they neared their combined complication.
"Sir." d'Artagnan nipped at Athos' ear, he could feel how close he was and he wanted Athos to come with him.
"I'm right here with you d'Artagnan." Athos promised, voice husky and heavy with lust. "Come for me d'Artagnan, now."
At the stern order d'Artagnan felt his cock stiffen and his vision whited out as his orgasm exploded out of him. He clung closer to Athos body trembling as he rode his orgasm out. He felt Athos' lips press down on his neck, the older man's body trembling as well and that was when d'Artagnan realized happily that Athos had come with him.
"Sir." d'Artagnan felt his eyes flutter as he snuggled against Athos' chest with a pleased sigh.
"You did so well d'Artagnan, so well." Athos praised pressing soft kisses along d'Artagnan's face.
"Can we just stay here a little longer Sir?" d'Artagnan asked his eyes already closed.
"Of course we can love." Athos promised, hand coming up to stroke d'Artagnan's long hair feeling happiness radiating from d'Artagnan and he felt his love only increase from before.
He never knew that making someone else would make him feel this amazing, he always felt good after time with Aramis when the man was a sub but having d'Artagnan in their lives now the feeling of love and happiness was almost 24/7 and he was savoring every moment of it.
~~/~~
"What are we even doing in here Aramis?" d'Artagnan asked dragging his fingers through the racks of piercings while Aramis looked between a gold and silver pair in his hands.
"I'm getting nipple piercings remember and I want your help picking out the rings." Aramis shot a seductive smile at d'Artagnan who blushed looking away under the cover of looking at the selection before him.
"Right." d'Artagnan murmured as he fought back the image of Aramis with silver hoops hanging from his dusky nipples, they were in public and d'Artagnan was wearing a pair of tight pants.
"d'Artagnan? Is that you lad?" A deep, but calming voice called out from the two, they both turned around. Aramis on guard while d'Artagnan had instantly relaxed at the voice.
"Doctor Lemay!" d'Artagnan broke into a smile as a slender man with short wavy brown hair along with a neatly trimmed beard with comforting kind brown eyes approached the couple. His eyes taking in every inch of both d'Artagnan and Aramis like he was judging them and Aramis subtly sided up to d'Artagnan, draping an arm around his waist. Used to Aramis' need to touch d'Artagnan just relaxed into it as he smiled brightly at the Doctor.
"It's good to see you d'Artagnan, you look very well. Happy if I had to hazard a guess." Lemay said sounding proud.
"I'm happy, more than I think I have ever been in my whole life." d'Artagnan admitted and Aramis squeezed the brunet's hip not being able to help a smile that appeared on his lips.
"Ah right, Aramis this is Doctor Lemay, Doctor this is one of my lovers and Dom's Aramis." d'Artagnan waved his hand between the two quickly making introductions watching warily as the two shook hands.
"One? How many do you have?" Lemay asked as he quirked his right eyebrow.
"Three, they are the best of the best in the Musketeers." d'Artagnan said pride coloring his voice as he thought about his brave, strong and amazing men.
"The Musketeers? That's very impressive." Lemay inclined his head in respect to Aramis who smiled his thanks.
"Darling, will you pick out the piercings for me?" Aramis asked d'Artagnan seeing the way Lemay was staring at him, clearly the man wanted to talk with him alone. Aramis can't say he wasn't curious about this Doctor.
"Silver or gold?" d'Artagnan asked curiously.
"Whatever you like best." Aramis pressed a kiss to the side of d'Artagnan's head making the younger man blush before he wandered off.
"Doctor Lemay, pardon my boldness but how do you know d'Artagnan?" Aramis lowered his voice; he wasn't going to take any chances not everything that happened with Marsac.
"I specialize in working with victims of abuse… Dom's, subs and everything in between. d'Artagnan was brought to me by a mutual friend Ninon who was worried about him. I can't say anymore, Doctor-Patient confidential and all that. Just know that I can see that he is truly happy with you, the fact he took not on you, but two others on as his Dom's shows that he has moved on. Just watch your step, d'Artagnan has a lot of friends and none of us want to see him go through what he went though again." Lemay's voice was as low and dangerous as Aramis had been.
Aramis swallowed hard, half angry that the scars from d'Artagnan's past relationship were not only on the outside, but the inside as well. He was having a hard time suppressing the half of him that wanted to jump for joy and swing d'Artagnan around at the fact that d'Artagnan was so happy with him, Athos and Porthos.
"Thank you for telling me. I want you to know that we will do our best to make sure d'Artagnan isn't hurt like that again, but if we do hurt him then none of you will have a chance to hurt us because without a doubt we will do worse to ourselves than anything others could come up with." Aramis swore and Lemay saw the determination and truth flash in Aramis' face.
"Good, here is my card. In case something happens and none of you can handle it. I'll just be a call away." Lemay handed a black and white card to Aramis who took it, glad that they had help in case something happened that they couldn't deal with on their own.
"Thank you." Aramis said honestly as d'Artagnan rejoined their group holding up a set of small incarnate silver hoops.
"I like these." d'Artagnan said sounding shy as Aramis inspected them.
"I love them, thank you darling." Aramis pulled d'Artagnan into his side, pressing a kiss to his cheek and he was being truthful these were just his style.
"I must be going, Aramis it was good to meet you and d'Artagnan it's nice to see you doing so well. Remember my door is always open to you." Lemay glanced at Aramis, arms slowly rising up. Aramis nodded his permission and Lemay wrapped d'Artagnan up into a friendly almost parental hug, which was returned.
"You as well Doctor." d'Artagnan whispered, suddenly choking up. Lemay patted d'Artagnan's shoulder before strolling out of the shop; d'Artagnan sighed as he plastered himself to Aramis' side.
"Are you okay darling?" Aramis asked softly.
"I don't know what you and Doctor Lemay talked about, but it's true most likely. He does know me well… The truth I really am happy here, with you three." d'Artagnan whispered and Aramis felt his heart swell up in happiness. He wanted nothing more than to scoop d'Artagnan up into his arms and hold him closer forever.
"Now lets get those nipples pierced, I can't wait to see what the others do to you when they are healed." d'Artagnan said cheekily making Aramis full out laugh.