Edge of Desire

The Musketeers

Their month long vacation in Spain has begun and they take the time to discover each and every part of each other.

Modern and BDSM AU

Athos/Aramis/d'Artagnan/Porthos

Warning: Collar, tattooing, subspace, aftercare, anal fingering, anal sex, light bondage

Anon on Tumblr requested this a while back, they wanted to see Aramis go all the way into his subspace and d'Artagnan be the one to help him back up. So I tried to comply with that request in a way that worked with the story, I hope you liked it Anon!

Disclaimer: I do not own BBC's The Musketeers

Chapter Two

"I'm fine, I promise just a bit sore." d'Artagnan waved off Aramis and Athos' hovering as he pulled himself up off the couch with a small wince. Aramis had given it to him real good the previous night and he didn't regret it at all in fact he was relishing the soreness and slight pain in his behind.

"We just want to make sure you aren't hurting." Aramis looked terribly guiltily and as much as d'Artagnan wanted to curl up at his feet and assure him but he held firm.

"I would tell you I promise now can I go to the bathroom on my own?" d'Artagnan raised an eyebrow getting a sheepish look from his two lovers. d'Artagnan rolled his eyes fondly as he limped towards the bathroom wondering if he should take a good long soak.

"The others annoying you yet?" Porthos asked amused as he entered the bedroom from the en suite hearing d'Artagnan come in, a towel hanging loosely around his waist.

"They mean well." d'Artagnan offered up as he made his way over to his third lover to press a kiss to the man's damp lips.

"They aren't the best at giving sub's space afterwards." Porthos rumbled as he tugged d'Artagnan closer to his body, d'Artagnan's hands resting on his chest.

"You haven't asked me yet." d'Artagnan tilted his head as he ran his hands down Porthos torso.

"If you were in real pain you wouldn't be wandering about, besides you are tougher than you look." Porthos said sounding proud.

"Thanks babe." d'Artagnan pressed a kiss to Porthos lips.

"You know I was thinking…" d'Artagnan started to gnaw on his lower lip as he traced the Victorian key that was on Porthos' bicep.

"Should I be scared?" Porthos teased, arm draped around d'Artagnan's waist.

"You're a funny guy and here I am trying to be serious." d'Artagnan pouted until Porthos kissed it away.

"What were you thinking about whelp?" Porthos asked pressing his free hand against the side of d'Artagnan's face smiling when d'Artagnan nuzzled against it.

"I want a tattoo." d'Artagnan said simply and Porthos blinked a few times.

"Do you have any idea of what you want to get?" Porthos asked and d'Artagnan beamed at him, glad he wasn't instantly shot down.

"On my ankle… I want a black band with a Victorian padlock on it, like it's locking the band together." d'Artagnan explained, voice quiet and eyes turned downwards like he was afraid of Porthos' reaction.

"Are you sure?" Porthos asked, thumb brushing against d'Artagnan's temple.

"Yes Sir." d'Artagnan said firmly.

"Then I love it and I know just the place." Porthos said cheerfully making d'Artagnan look at him and a smile crossed his face.

"Thank you Sir." d'Artagnan leaned forward for a kiss that was happily returned.

"Go get ready pup." Porthos patted d'Artagnan's ass winking at his lover chuckling when d'Artagnan's face went red before he hurried away to get ready.

"So what is this place you're taking me to?" d'Artagnan asked as he stared out the window at the passing scenery as Porthos drove them into the town a few miles away from the villa.

"It's called the Rising Phoenix. It's owned by old friends of ours, Sylvie and Elodie." Porthos said reaching over to rest his hand on d'Artagnan's thigh smiling when d'Artagnan twisted both his hands together around his large one.

"Are they the reason Athos got a villa here?" d'Artagnan asked.

"You're not just a pretty face are ya?" Porthos laughed and d'Artagnan blushed again.

"Elodie and I go way back, not as far back as Flea but we met each other early on when I was just getting into the world of BDSM. She's a fantastic artist and she taught me how to properly handle sub's. We left on good terms but she insists that I bring any new sub of mine by for inspection." Porthos laughed fondly and d'Artagnan tightened his grip on his Dom's hand suddenly nervous.

"What about Sylvie?" d'Artagnan forged onwards.

"She used to be Athos' Domme, nothing sexual just helped him get out of his head and taught him the ropes so to speak. She's super protective of him, but she is a kind woman I'm sure she'll love you. Hey, don't worry pup I'll be right there the whole time, just be your adorable self and I know they will love you like we do." Porthos lifted his hand up taking d'Artagnan's with them to lay kisses along the front of d'Artagnan's hand making the man smile as relief washed over his body.

"As long as you're with me then I know I'll be fine." d'Artagnan smiled shyly at Porthos who just lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Oh right and they are together, Aramis was adamant that they were to get together and now they are. That man is a cupid if I've ever seen one." Porthos grumbled fondly.

"He did a good job with us don't you think?" d'Artagnan raised an eyebrow, trying not to laugh at the image of Aramis dressed up in the cupid outfit, bow and arrows and all.

"The best job." Porthos agreed as he parked the car in front of a shop with a huge orange phoenix curling around its name. Porthos dropped his hand onto the back of d'Artagnan's neck, resting their foreheads against each other.

"Are you sure?" Porthos asked softly.

"Green Sir." d'Artagnan said cheekily making Porthos huff out a laugh before pulling him in for a chaste kiss.

d'Artagnan let Porthos open the door for him and d'Artagnan wanted nothing more than to cling to Porthos' arm but he wanted to make a good impression on Sylvie and Elodie. So instead he just clung to Porthos hand he refused to let go.

"Porthos!" A voice squealed as a door swung open and a blonde blur barreled towards Porthos.

"Down girl." Another female voice called out sounding amused.

"Right, sorry I'm just so happy to see you!" A pretty blonde managed to stop before tackling Porthos but she was bouncing on her heels.

"Good to see you too Elodie." Porthos ruffled her hair letting d'Artagnan see the spectrum of the rainbow hidden underneath a layer of short blonde hair. She was wearing a pair of ripped blue jeans, rainbow converses covering her small feet. She had a paint stained white t-shirt tucked into the front of her jeans, her wrists covered in colorful bangles. An orange phoenix tail wrapped around her right upper arm. Her right eyebrow had black piercings while her nose had a single silver stud and both ears covered in piercings. d'Artagnan blinked when he saw a rainbow colored collar sitting snugly around her neck, blending in with the rest of her outfit so no one would suspect the real reason behind it.

"It's good to see you in person again Porthos." A dark skinned woman d'Artagnan was assuming was Sylvie came out of the back room, her hair was fashioned in dreadlocks, the tips were a bright teal and it faded out into her hair's natural black. She was wearing faux-leather jeans tucked into combat boots. She had a skintight blue tank top on underneath a black studded leather jacket; d'Artagnan could see the head of an orange phoenix poking out from the top of her tank top.

"Who is this cutie you've brought us?" Elodie asked looking d'Artagnan up and down with interest.

"This is Charles d'Artagnan, he's our newest lover and sub." Porthos said proudly.

"It's nice to meet you." d'Artagnan said shyly, trying not to fidget. He wasn't the best with meeting new people, more so people with a past with his lovers as his experiences so far haven't been the best.

"Oh you are too precious!" Elodie grinned after a quick look at both Sylvie and Porthos d'Artagnan found him self wrapped up in a hug. He blinked rapidly before Porthos released his hand and he took that as a sign that she was all right to hug back, so he did.

"Why haven't you brought him sooner Porthos?" Sylvie demanded as she too stepped forward, gently petting his hair making a soft noise as she felt how soft it was.

"Jut didn't have the time until now." Porthos shrugged, watching amused as the two women fawned over d'Artagnan.

"He's here now Sly and I think I have an idea why." Elodie smiled at her girlfriend whose eye twitched at the nickname making Porthos snicker.

"You want a tattoo right? We did the boy's other tattoo's after all." Sylvie said.

"Ah yes ma'am…" d'Artagnan said still taken back by all the love he was feeling from the two women, not expecting them to fuss over him. He was expecting death threats and glares, but there was still time for that so he wasn't going to relax his guard just yet.

"He really is precious, good job Porthos." Sylvie smacked Porthos' arm who rubbed it looking pleased at her words.

"What are you thinking sweetie?" Elodie escorted the two back to her studio while Sylvie lounged on a chair nearby to watch her girlfriend work.

"On my ankle… I want a black band with a Victorian padlock on it, like it's locking the band together, on my right ankle." d'Artagnan repeated his idea, Elodie nodding along as she dragged her sketchpad towards her, flipping to a clean page.

"Like an ankle cuff and I'm assuming that you want the same style as your lover's key's and Aramis' cuff?" Elodie asked, distracted already as she began to sketch.

"Yes ma'am." d'Artagnan said respectfully, the blonde flashed him a grin before she suddenly bent over to grab his ankle. d'Artagnan let out a gasp of surprise, Porthos lending his arm to keep his sub balanced. Elodie hummed as she measured d'Artagnan's right ankle, smoothing her hand over his skin.

"You have good skin for tattooing, give me a couple minutes I'll make something worthy of you d'Artagnan." Elodie cracked her knuckles before diving right into her sketchbook.

"Come on d'Artagnan we'll get you set up in my station." Sylvie slid off her chair, sauntering out of the studio. Porthos offered his arm to d'Artagnan who smiled as he took the offered arm and allowed his Dom to lead him into the tattooing room.

"Have you ever got a tattoo before?" Sylvie asked as Porthos released his hold on d'Artagnan who climbed onto the padded chair, toeing off his shoes so they wouldn't get in Sylvie's way.

"No and I'm not sure how the pain of it will affect me." d'Artagnan said honestly.

"Good thing I'm rather skilled with handling sub's, but that is also why Porthos is here. If he's half the Dom I think he is, he'll be able to handle you just fine." Sylvie winked at d'Artagnan who smiled at the woman who made him feel calm, it also helped that Porthos' large hand was resting on his neck.

"Thank you." d'Artagnan smiled at the two.

"This one's cute and polite, I'm going to be having words with Athos for hiding this gem from me for so long." Sylvie huffed fondly as she checked over her ink and needles.

"And done." Elodie pranced into the room, showing her drawing with a flourish as Sylvie wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her in place.

"It's beautiful." d'Artagnan breathed out, eyes wide as he stared at the design. The lock was almost the same as the one that Aramis had, but it was larger and more incarnate and the band was numerous lines woven together to look like braided leather.

"I'm glad you like it!" Elodie blushed at the words before she tore the sketch off handing it over to Sylvie who quickly checked it over before nodding her approval making Elodie give a silent preen.

"Are you ready?" Sylvie asked as she attached the stencil to d'Artagnan's ankle.

"I am." d'Artagnan nodded, hand clasping Porthos for courage and bite his lower lip as the first touch of needle and ink hit him. He blinked, it wasn't as bad as he thought it was going to be, it helped that the hand on his neck was rubbing his skin soothingly. He decided to focus on that and as time went on he felt him self feeling more and more relaxed. With a languid blink of his eyes he realized that he was sinking down in his subspace, it was like what happened when Aramis spanked him. He turned his head to the side to nuzzle against Porthos side with a dopey smile on his lips.

"He's under." Porthos told Sylvie quietly, hand moving up from d'Artagnan's neck to stroke his long hair instead.

"You don't sound surprised." Sylvie noted as she kept tattooing, the whir of her machine a pleasant buzz in the room now.

"He's gone under due to a bit of pain before so I was ready for this to happen." Porthos explained and Elodie nodded from her seat on a chair in the corner of the room, pencil smoothly sailing across the page in front of her.

"I'm glad you're here then, it's the worst when a sub comes in and goes under without their Dom here." Sylvie said, glancing up to flash Porthos a smile.

"That's irresponsible." Porthos frowned at the idea of d'Artagnan going someplace by himself only to go under.

"It is and I'm glad you see that. Don't worry I'm almost done, I trust you know what to do after the tattoo is finished?" Sylvie asked not looking up from her work.

"I'll be keeping an eye on him Sylvie scouts honor." Porthos gave her a smile full of teeth making her snort softly.

"Yeah like you were a scout." Elodie muttered from her corner, eyes darting between Porthos and d'Artagnan, a teasing smile on her lips making Porthos flip her off.

~~/~~

d'Artagnan's eyes fluttered open slowly, confused as to where he was, he was lying on something plush but he felt a rumbling and could feel that whatever he was lying on was in motion.

"We're almost home pup, Athos and Aramis will spoil you rotten don't worry about it. How much do you want to bet Aramis will tear up when he sees you tattoo? I think Athos will just freeze and stare at you like you're the sun, it's what he did when he first saw Aramis' tattoo." Porthos' voice was like a wave of warmth crashing over d'Artagnan's sense and he relaxed into the back seat of the car.

d'Artagnan smiled against the leather of the car as he listened to Porthos' mindless rambling, a hand reaching back to touch his head every time the car hit a red light. d'Artagnan sighed happily as he felt the car take a few turns before Porthos cut the engine in the driveway of the villa. d'Artagnan stayed limp and relaxed as Porthos gently lifted him up into his arms, d'Artagnan nuzzled against Porthos' neck feeling a slight twinge of pain coming from his right ankle as Porthos walked into the house.

"There you are, oh." Aramis rushed towards them the moment he saw d'Artagnan hanging from Porthos' arms.

"How far down is he?" Athos asked as Aramis brushed his fingers over d'Artagnan's face and hair while eyeing the wrap around his ankle.

"Not that deep, he got a tattoo to surprise us and he went under during it." Porthos explained not releasing his hold on d'Artagnan.

"For us?" Aramis asked, eyes widening.

"You will love it, like I did. Elodie and Sylvie are the best after all." Porthos said proud of his friends.

"Thos is in trouble with Sylvie." d'Artagnan slurred as he let his head roll so he could peer at his other lovers.

"Hey there darling." Aramis cooed, cupping d'Artagnan's cheek gently.

"Hi 'Mis." d'Artagnan grinned up at him, feeling himself coming down from his high.

"I do not doubt she will have words for me." Athos chuckled as he came over to press a kiss to d'Artagnan's forehead.

Porthos took d'Artagnan into their bedroom, Athos and Aramis following behind. Gathering a blanket, water and some finger foods for them to help keep d'Artagnan comfortable while he enjoyed his subspace and coming out of it.

Porthos stripped d'Artagnan's body with little trouble making sure to avoid jostling d'Artagnan's ankle. Aramis wrapped d'Artagnan's naked, tanned form up in the fluffy blanket while Porthos settled d'Artagnan between his legs up against his chest while Athos helped d'Artagnan sip some water and took great pleasure in feeding d'Artagnan by hand a small smile on his lips as he watched d'Artagnan eat his fill.

"Hi." d'Artagnan whispered looking up at them with clear eyes, having come out of his headspace.

"Welcome back love." Athos stroked d'Artagnan's hair lovingly.

"How long was I out?" d'Artagnan tipped his head back to look up at Porthos who pressed a kiss to d'Artagnan's forehead.

"Not long." Porthos confirmed getting a pleased smile from d'Artagnan.

"You got a tattoo for us?" Aramis asked, fingers massaging d'Artagnan's left hand.

"Yeah, you're going to have to wait to see it until it heals. I think I saw it? I can't remember very well." d'Artagnan admitted.

"Don't worry you didn't offend Elodie and Sylvie they thought that you were the most adorable thing they have ever saw and you did express your love of your tattoo." Porthos reassured d'Artagnan who relaxed further knowing that he didn't do anything wrong when he was under; he had a bad habit of zoning out when in his headspace.

"Good..." d'Artagnan shifted a blush forming on his cheeks as he realized that he was hard as a rock underneath the blanket and glancing up at his lovers he saw that they were giving him a look he was rather used to since their vacation started. He managed to push the blanket off of him exposing his body to his lovers; he pushed his hips up into the air showing his obvious need.

"Do you want some help with that?" Aramis teased as he cupped his hand over d'Artagnan's naked erection making the younger man groan at the contact.

"Yes please Sirs." d'Artagnan breathed out, body coming alive with heat.

"Is there anything you want from us tonight love?" Athos asked while Porthos told the other two with his eyes to take it easy and to make sure his ankle wouldn't be put under stress.

"…Can we bind my wrists in those cuffs Sirs?" d'Artagnan asked, suddenly sounding shy and shrinking in on him self like he was going to get shot down.

"As long as that is what you want." Athos stroked d'Artagnan's hair knowing he had the final say when it came to bondage and restraints.

"Yes Sir." d'Artagnan's eyes were blown wide with lust and cock leaking pre-cum against Aramis' hand. Athos leaned down to kiss d'Artagnan's full mouth before he slid off the bed to go to where he kept his supplies picking up a pair of black leather cuffs with gold padding and silver D rings that he attached a silver chain between. He also picked up d'Artagnan's collar before turning back to the bed.

Athos approached the bed to see the other two had moved d'Artagnan so his back was facing Athos while Aramis had his mouth attached to d'Artagnan's nipples while Porthos devoured his mouth hands tangled in d'Artagnan's long hair. d'Artagnan had crossed his wrists at the small of his back waiting for the cuffs to be attached and Athos felt his cock jump at the sight. He couldn't wait to turn d'Artagnan into a beautiful piece of art, bound up in rope and on display for them. Athos felt his cock straining against the fabric of his shorts; Athos knelt on the bed behind d'Artagnan. Athos locked d'Artagnan's collar into place smiling at the obvious groan that d'Artagnan gave once the leather was in place and all the tension left his body.

Athos then gently took d'Artagnan's right wrist and locked the cuff around the limb before he attached the second one and tugged at the chain connecting the two making d'Artagnan arch his back and moan into Porthos' mouth.

"You like that don't you?" Athos whispered low into d'Artagnan's ear enjoying the shiver that racked d'Artagnan's body.

"Yes Sir." d'Artagnan breathed out as Porthos started to attack his collarbone with his teeth and lips.

"Any preferences?" Aramis asked as he lapped at the head of d'Artagnan's cock making the younger man's hips twitch.

"May I ride you Sir?" d'Artagnan twisted his head around to look at Athos with half lidded eyes.

"Of course you can love." Athos pulled d'Artagnan into a heated kiss, hand resting on the chain between d'Artagnan's wrists.

"I can't wait to see this." Aramis grinned lewdly as he cupped d'Artagnan's balls as he gave d'Artagnan's cock kitten licks while Porthos took the bottle of lube Athos was passing him after pouring some onto his right palm.

Porthos circled the tight ring of muscles before he slid his first finger into d'Artagnan hole. d'Artagnan gasped tensing against the restraints as his hips rocked forward and backwards as Porthos added another two fingers into him, easily stretching him open.

Athos settled himself in a seated position, his back propped up against the mound of pillows as he worked the lube over his erection having ditched his shorts. He watched as d'Artagnan bowed over Aramis' head as Porthos' large fingers opened him up and Aramis worked his mouth over d'Artagnan cock.

"We've got you d'Artagnan, just let go." Porthos whispered in d'Artagnan's ear and watched as he relaxed in the cuffs holding his arms behind his back. Aramis moved out of the way and kept an eye on d'Artagnan's ankle as Porthos easily lifted d'Artagnan up and positioned him over Athos, his open hole hovering over Athos' cock.

Athos gripped d'Artagnan's hips and helped lower d'Artagnan onto his cock, they both groaned loudly as Athos entered him for the first time. d'Artagnan clenched and unclenched his fists in his cuffs as he adjusted to having Athos inside of him, it was different than Aramis but he found himself loving the way Athos felt inside of him and he slowly started to roll his hips getting groans from both of them.

d'Artagnan let his head drop back against his shoulder blades, mouth slack in pleasure as he rotated his hips against Athos, feeling him shift inside of him make the sub groan softly.

Athos ran his hand down d'Artagnan's rippling stomach while his other hand smoothed down d'Artagnan's right arm to tug lightly at the wrist cuffs that were keeping his arms behind his back making d'Artagnan arch his back.

"You're doing so well darling." Aramis cooed as he stroked d'Artagnan's hair soothingly. Porthos hummed his agreement as he rested a large palm on the swell of d'Artagnan's ass letting his eyes flicker to the wrapped up tattoo resting on d'Artagnan's right ankle.

"Color?" Athos asked, letting his hands rest on d'Artagnan's hips.

"Green Sir." d'Artagnan breathed out as he used his thigh muscles to lift himself up before dropping back down onto Athos' cock taking him deeper.

"Is faster okay then?" Athos asked calmly.

"Oh yes Sir." d'Artagnan panted out, eyes finding Athos' both of their need shining through in their eye contact. Athos flashed him a smirk as he planted his feet on the bed and started to thrust his hips upwards making d'Artagnan groan at the sudden move. d'Artagnan ground his hips down before he set a rhythm of bouncing up and down on Athos helped by the man's hands on his hips.

Aramis tangled his fingers in d'Artagnan's hair, tugging his head back making the younger man moan before Aramis captured his lips. Porthos took care in running his hands over d'Artagnan's body making sure the man knew he was still there and to make sure he didn't put any unneeded stress on his new tattoo.

d'Artagnan felt himself starting to slip away again, the feeling of his lovers overwhelming his already sensitive nerves. He felt a heat well up in his gut and he let out a loud cry, body shaking as he came hard against his stomach completely untouched. He felt a broad chest behind his back as he felt Athos grow larger inside of him as he tightly clenched down his lover's cock. Athos's fingers dug into his hips as he let out his cry of pleasure and d'Artagnan felt a new sense of warmth filling him and he let his dazed eyes flutter closed as he and Athos rode out of the last waves of their orgasms.

Athos managed to pull himself up so he was chest to chest with d'Artagnan who was back in his subspace to unlock the cuffs from around the younger man's wrists. Porthos helped by rubbing his limbs to keep circulation going so d'Artagnan wouldn't be hurt when the blood came rushing back. Aramis helped ease d'Artagnan off of Athos' spent cock before Athos held his arms out in a silent, tired gesture of wanting to cuddle with d'Artagnan.

Porthos chuckled softly as he settled the out of it d'Artagnan into Athos' arms watching as the older man all but curled around the younger man pressing kisses all over his face while whispering soothing words. d'Artagnan snuggled into the warm embrace almost out of reflex, seeking out heat and comfort while in his headspace.

"Come here you." Porthos tugged Aramis towards him with a smirk on his lips. Aramis gladly went over to be taken into Porthos' large arms to be kissed senseless.

"Hi." Aramis breathed out when their kiss broke while Porthos' fingers found his hole before they easily sunk in.

"Athos and I got bored while you and the pup were out." Aramis bit at Porthos' earlobe.

"Of course you did." Porthos said fondly as he stretched his three fingers wide inside of Aramis making the man keen at the feeling. Aramis clung to Porthos' shoulders for a bit while Porthos fingered him in preparation.

Porthos abruptly removed his fingers from Aramis and playfully shoved th other man onto his back, Aramis spread his legs wide as d'Artagnan tugged him up so he was resting on his chest.

Athos laid his hand on Aramis' stomach while d'Artagnan's fingers raked through his curls, still hazy in his subspace but aware enough to know what was going on now. Porthos stared at his lovers with hooded eyes as he slicked his girth up. Porthos then draped Aramis' strong legs around his waist and slowly slid into Aramis' body.

Porthos tightened his hold on Aramis' hips groaning low at the tight heat that surrounded his cock. Aramis arched his back as he let out groans of pleasure unashamed as he locked his ankles behind Porthos' back already grinding his hips down, telling Porthos to fuck him. Porthos gave Aramis a wolfish grin and started to pound into his lover, loving the noises he could wring from the curly haired man. Athos and d'Artagnan kissed lazily over Aramis' head while the man between them gripped their thighs for dear life as Porthos fucked him roughly just the way he knew that Aramis liked.

Athos moved his hand down Aramis' stomach to grip his weeping erection and stroked him in time to the thrusts Porthos was giving him. Aramis let out a sharp cry as his eyes rolled up into his head as he came against Athos hand when Porthos nailed his prostate dead on and d'Artagnan's free hand found his nipple ring, tugging on it lightly.

Aramis clenched down hard on Porthos' cock, spurring Porthos into his own orgasm. Porthos leaned down to kiss Aramis' open mouth as his hips stuttered through the waves of bliss covering his senses. Aramis sighed into the kiss as he started to float deeper than he had since d'Artagnan joined them.

Porthos eased himself out of Aramis, smirking at the trail of cum that followed his flaccid cock out of Aramis' hole. He grabbed a cloth and wiped the two of them up before d'Artagnan pulled Aramis fully into his arms, hugging him and kissing his cheeks and forehead whispering reassuring words while Athos nuzzled d'Artagnan's hair hand on Aramis' chest.

Porthos smiled at how d'Artagnan took charge in caring for Aramis while he was in his own subspace. Porthos placed himself on the other side of Aramis and spread his long arm across his three lovers so he was touching each of them in some way before he buried his face against Aramis' hair breathing in the scent of his lovers and the musky smell of sex.