Escaping Secrets
The Musketeers
d'Artagnan comes home to run his late father's store, he was not expecting to get involved with the very dominate Athos, Porthos and Aramis. He knew moving back home was a bad idea.
Modern and BDSM AU
Main pairing in this story: Aramis/d'Artagnan
Endgame: Athos/Aramis/d'Artagnan/Porthos
Disclaimer: I do not own BBC's The Musketeers
Chapter Four
"Aramis?" d'Artagnan asked sleepily, rubbing at his eyes as he slowly woke up from his place resting on the back seat of a car that Aramis was driving.
"Welcome back darling." Aramis flashed him a smile from the rearview mirror.
"Where are we going?" d'Artagnan asked as he sat up, a blanket sliding off his shoulders to pool in his lap.
"You're place, I thought you would feel more comfortable there than spending the night in a room at 'Headspace'." Aramis explained and d'Artagnan felt touched by the Dom's kindness.
"You didn't have to do this." d'Artagnan said softly as he tugged the soft blanket up around his shoulders as he rested back down on the back seat, still sleepy.
"I wanted to d'Artagnan." Aramis insisted and d'Artagnan fished around in his jean pockets and held his hand out towards Aramis. The other man glanced back before reaching back with one hand making sure to keep his eyes on the road.
"A key?" Aramis asked surprise coloring his voice.
"A spare key, for you." d'Artagnan yawned as he curled up on the plush leather missing the look of shock and awe on Aramis' face as his fingers curled around the metal key tightly.
"Thank you." Aramis whispered and d'Artagnan hummed in the back of his throat as he succumbed to sleep once more.
The next time d'Artagnan awoke, he was curled up on his bed naked again but the sheets were tucked in tightly around his body and the scent of food wafted into his nose. He yawned as he pushed himself up into a sitting position and rubbed at one eye as he peered around trying to find Aramis.
"Morning darling." Aramis poked his head out of the kitchen, a smile on his face and he was just in his jeans from last night. d'Artagnan blushed at the sight of Aramis shirtless, he hadn't seen his chest last night that he could remembered just his mouth watering cock. d'Artagnan cleared his throat and moved off the bed wrapping the bed sheet around his waist.
"What are you making?" d'Artagnan inquired as he allowed Aramis to wrap an arm around his waist, tugging him into his side.
"Pancakes." Aramis said cheerfully, pecking his forehead smiling at the blush appearing on d'Artagnan's cheeks at the gesture.
"Sounds good, but you know you don't have to do all this." d'Artagnan waved an arm gesturing to everything that Aramis was doing.
"I want to d'Artagnan, now be a good boy and wait for me on the bed." Aramis swatted at his bottom and d'Artagnan gasped slightly as he shuffled back to the bed, flustered.
He crawled onto the bed and settled down against the pile of pillows that were placed at the head of the bed. He watched as Aramis all but danced around the kitchen, preparing them breakfast and d'Artagnan drew his knees up to his chest, resting his chin on the tops of his knees as he tried to make sense of all of this.
"Breakfast is served, now make sure to eat all of it. You are far too skinny." Aramis said placing the two plates full of pancakes down onto the bed with a flourish.
"Yes sir." d'Artagnan murmured absently as he reached for his plate and started in on the food, never having tasted pancakes this amazing before. Aramis watched carefully as d'Artagnanate and he put his own thoughts in order.
"You know Athos pegged you as a sub the other night, but Porthos figured you would never allow someone to Dom you, I was surprised to see you last night, it was a wonderful surprise however." Aramis commented just to see d'Artagnan's reaction to his words.
d'Artagnan froze and slowly swallowed the piece of pancake he was eating before turning to look at the other man. "Aramis… Could you not tell Athos and Porthos about this, about me?"
"Are you ashamed?" Aramis asked sharply before calming himself when d'Artagnan flinched back slightly.
"No sir, just I'm not sure I am ready for them to know that I am a sub… I don't want them to see me like this, like I was last night." d'Artagnan said in a low voice, eyes trained on the bed as he fisted his hands.
"d'Artagnan look at me." Aramis said sternly and d'Artagnan slowly dragged his eyes up to look at Aramis. "I understand what you are saying, but there is no reason to be afraid of them. They like me will never judge you just because you are a sub, never. However if it means this much to you, I will keep this a secret between us, if you promise me something."
"What is it?" d'Artagnan asked quietly, his heart warming at Aramis' words.
"Come to me if you need to be taken down again, no matter what time or where I am I want you to call me." Aramis rose to his knees and cradled d'Artagnan's face in his hands.
"The same goes for you then sir, if you need to be able to be a Dom, please call me. I would be happy to help you." d'Artagnan said looking at Aramis' lips not wanting to look his Dom in the eyes like he was challenging him.
"You drive a hard bargain darling, but deal." Aramis sealed their deal with a heated kiss that left d'Artagnan panting for breath.
"Now darling are you sure you want me to be your Dom?" Aramis asked stroking his thumb over d'Artagnan's cheekbones, needing to make sure d'Artagnan truly did want this.
"Yes sir." d'Artagnan nodded his head as he gave verbal confirmation.
"Would you like to kneel for me for a bit?" Aramis asked, seeing the silent hope hidden within d'Artagnan's eyes, like he was restraining himself from asking.
"Yes sir, please can I?" d'Artagnan breathed out happily.
"Of course, come." Aramis helped d'Artagnan off the bed, making sure to leave the sheet behind so d'Artagnan was naked and Aramis drank in the sight of his toned body, he pursed his lips as he grabbed a fluffy pillow and placed it by the bottom of the couch. There were scar's over his body, they were faded that is why he didn't notice the previous night, but they were there.
d'Artagnan let out a pleased sigh as he knelt on the pillow and leaned his head against Aramis' calf as the older man stroked his fingers through his hair in a soothingly manner. It had been so long since he had kneeled for someone he wanted like he wanted Aramis. Aramis was his Dom now and that send excited butterflies through his stomach. He absently thought that he would need to make a contract with Aramis, but that would come later, much later because his head was starting to get a bit hazy and d'Artagnan welcomed the feeling and slipped into his preferred headspace.