A/N: Thank you guys for reading and reviewing)) This is part 3 of the sexy series, continued from Chapters 1 and 2.
Hope you enjoy ;)
Milady and athos secretly taking about their sex life through innuendo in front of the musketeers and only aramis knows what's going on
"Athos, hurry! There's been a break-in!" D'Artagnan rushed into his office and Athos winced at the unwelcome intrusion of his overzealous young colleague.
"I have dreary captain duties now, D'Artagnan, could you send someone else?"
"You don't understand, there was a break in at your house!" D'Artagnan manages between breaths and Athos is on his feet within seconds.
"Get Porthos and Aramis! Now!"
They take the horses and ride through the busy streets of Paris, scaring the people out of the way. Athos shudders when he sees the door to his house wide open, apparently broken from the force it was kicked in.
"Shit." Porthos says, getting of the horse. "Who would do this, Athos?"
"Let's go in and find out." The new captain grumbles and enters the house. His musketeers follow.
It's deadly quiet inside and they crawl through the corridors of the small mansion Athos was granted by the King not long after he was named Captain.
"Honey, you home?" Athos tries, and Aramis raises his musket, ready to shoot at the sound. When the answer comes the voice is unexpectedly feminine and unmistakably Milady's.
"I am actually, sweetheart." She muses and Porthos bites back a laugh, an action shared by his friends. It's not everyday one hears Athos being called "sweetheart" and they savour the moment.
Athos relaxes immediately, relieved to hear her mocking voice. "In the bedroom!" She shouts and they go up to a large sunlit room and there she is, a man on his knees beside her.
"And I got you something." She adds with a cheeky smile right before Athos comes up to her and envelops her in a bearhug.
The three musketeers averts their eyes at that blatant display of affection. Standing there in the middle of the bedroom wrapped up in each other Athos and the famous assassin look like a normal pair and it's entirely abnormal and baffling so they look away. This would take a lot of time to get used to.
They look at the walls, at each other, anywhere but the couple until D'Artagnan notices Aramis's stare is glued to the man on his knees. He shoots his friend a questioning look, but Aramis doesn't notice it, a strange expression settling firmly on his face.
Athos lets Milady go and turns to the prisoner, and his face changes as well.
"And the blindfold? Really?" He looks at his wife, clearly amused, as Aramis starts turning red - a sight neither D'Artagnan, not Aramis have ever witnessed before.
"I came home to have some rest and he was going through you personal notes… I used what I had."
"And you had quite the arsenal, I see, the shackles, the gag, the collar…" D'artagnan can see the thief is indeed bound, his mouth gagged, his eyes covered by a blindfold and there's a leather choker on his neck, tightened just enough to let the man take the shortest breaths. Weirdly, Aramis's breathing is not much better.
"You alright man?" Porthos notices his friend's discomfort, and Aramis nods "yes", gulping and turning an even deeper shade of red.
"I was particularly upset about using the collar on him as you can imagine, that's our thing after all." Milady purrs and Athos smirks at her while D'Artagnan and Porthos exchange glances. It's beyond their understanding how she can still taunt Athos about the hanging and how he can find that even remotely funny.
"Did you use the crop as well?" he asks and it's time for another exchange of glances between Porthos and D'Artagnan and another sharp intake of breath from Aramis.
"No, thank god I didn't have to, that one I'm particularly partial to."
"What does the crop has to do with this?" Porthos whispers and D'Artagnan shrugs:
"Who even keeps a crop and all that stuff in the bedroom?" He whispers back and Aramis snaps.
"I take it you are all red… right here and we can go?" He stumbles with words and Porthos steps in:
"He's been breathing funny, I think he is unwell. We'll take him outside."
"Sure. Take the thief in for questioning as well, we have some matters to discuss here." Athos's voice is even while Milady eyes Aramis with malice in her stare. Aramis just gulps.
"We'll take care of it," D'Artagnan lifts the thief onto his feet, only to find out his feet are tied together with a chain.
"Sorry about this." Milady looks up at her husband, who is on the verge of either having a fit of fury or laughing out loud. At that point Aramis flees the room.
"Must have eaten something funny." Porthos tells D'Artagnan while they drag the criminal down the stairs.
"Yeah, he looked rather flustered up there, we should check up on him when we're done."
Aramis is outside, waiting for them and he doesn't look as unwell as before.
"I have an idea." Porthos smiles smugly as they load the burglar onto a horse.
"Tell me."
"I say we get him to prison and return the blindfold and the collar to Athos," Porthos beams, "it seems there's a story to them so he might want them back."
"Trust me Porthos," Aramis rolls his eyes, "he won't want them back."
"How do you know?" D'Artagnan mounts his own horse, "It seemed important enough."
"I can't do this sober," Aramis moans, "Lets get this over with and then I'll explain. Maybe. Or not."
"Alright, no need to be so touchy about it." Porthos says amicably and exchanges another look of complete misunderstanding with D'Artagnan.
Aramis just throws his head back in annoyance and tries to cheer himself up imagining the look on their faces when he tells them. That does it and he's cheerful once again.
"Ok, let's get it on! I mean… Let's get on with it!" He says and sets off, the horse with the criminal on it by his side.
"He's acting weird" Porthos frowns, knowing nothing good may come if it.
"You don't say." D'Artagnan spurs his horse on and soon they catch up with Aramis who is grinning widely.
"Hurry up guys, there are great discoveries ahead of us!" Aramis says cockily as they ride off to the garrison all together, two of them completely unaware that their life might just change irrevocably tonight.