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: Gun violence, flashback, panic attacks and derogatory name calling (calling someone a whore in a hurtful way)
Disclaimer: I do not own BBC's The Musketeers
Chapter Two
d'Artagnan looked up from some paperwork as the door chimed as it swung open.
"Welcome to the Gascon Gun." d'Artagnan smiled at the dark skinned man with a serious and slightly scary expression on his face that stalked forward.
"Are you d'Artagnan?" He asked, lines in a firm line.
"Yes I am, is there anything I can help you with?" d'Artagnan asked slowly, not liking the vibes this man was giving off.
"I'm Charon, a childhood friend of Porthos', I was wondering I could use the gun range?" Charon asked as he fished out his ID's and gun registration for d'Artagnan to inspect and he did, thoroughly.
"A friend of Porthos' huh? Sure follow me, the range is just back here." d'Artagnan handed the papers back and circled around the counter to show Charon through the door to the gun range.
"There we go you're ready to shoot. I'll leave you to it." d'Artagnan handed Charon a pair of bright orange headphones to muffle the noises of the gun.
"No stay." Charon insisted as he passed d'Artagnan his own pair of glasses and headphones. d'Artagnan hesitantly took them and placed them on and stood back as Charon fired at the target, most hitting the target but others missing. He stopped firing to reload, but once he did he didn't fire. Instead he pulled the headphones down and d'Artagnan followed suit assuming he wanted to ask a question.
"You know I was mad at Porthos when he left Flea and myself for Aramis and Athos…" Charon said as he checked the chamber of the gun he was using and a stone started to settle in d'Artagnan's stomach. d'Artagnan slowly backed away from the man knowing that tone of voice.
"Now we come back to town to find out that not only him but the other two as well are falling head over ass for you!" Charon's voice was raising and d'Artagnan's heart was pounding in his chest.
"What is so damn special about you huh?" Charon spun around, bringing the gun up with him and aimed it right at d'Artagnan. d'Artagnan raised his hands in surrender, sweat sliding down the side of his face and eyes wide behind the plastic glasses.
~~/~~
Flea bit her lip as she checked her phone repeatedly. Nothing from Charon and it's been a while, her stomach was twisted up into knots and she couldn't even touch her herbal tea that had been served to her by a fiery redhead with a brilliant smile.
"Excuse me, are you alright miss?" Said redhead asked gently, shaking Flea out of her haze of worry.
"I'm not sure, my friend was suppose to meet me here but he isn't here yet and I think he's going to do something horrible." Flea babbled out and the redhead's face turned serious.
"I can call the Musketeers if you need help?" She offered.
"The Musketeers, oh Porthos!" Flea gasped out fumbling for her phone to dial him.
"You know Porthos?" The redhead asked surprised.
"Mm, I grew up with him." She said absently as the phone rang.
"Flea?" Porthos' voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Porthos! It's Charon! I think he's going to do something horrible! He took off after you left and I really didn't like the way he looked when you were telling us about d'Artagnan! I'm worried Porthos, could you make sure d'Artagnan is all right? You know that Charon can get violent at times." Flea rambled, voice getting higher and higher with each word as it all started to piece together.
"Whoa, Flea, breathe!" Porthos ordered from the other side of the phone and Flea almost instantly calmed down, breathing just as he instructed. She was the most familiar with his orders as she was the one to introduce Porthos to the world of Dom's and sub's seeing the clear Dom that he was and he took to it perfectly and she was his first sub, teaching him the ropes.
"How are you feeling now?" Porthos asked hearing her breathing even out.
"Calmer, but I'm still worried about d'Artagnan Porthos, I'm afraid Charon will really hurt him." Flea felt a soft hand take hers and she looked at the redhead who gave a comforting smile and squeezed her hand and the blonde felt calmer.
"Okay, we'll head right over to see him and make sure everything is alright. Where are you?" Porthos spoke as rustling noises came from behind him.
"'The Queen's Guard, a pretty redhead is with me." Flea flashed the redhead a smile.
"That's Constance, she is ours and d'Artagnan's friend. Stay with her until one of us comes to get you alright?" Porthos ordered over the sounds of an engine starting and sirens being clicked on.
"Yes Porthos." Flea agreed and hung up the phone when she heard the dial tone.
"Is it okay if I stay here for a while?" Flea turned to the newly named Constance.
"Of course you can, any friend of Porthos' is welcome here. I'm Constance by the way." Constance introduced her self.
"I'm Flea." Flea smiled at the woman and silently prayed that she had sent Porthos for no reason, that all was well.
~~/~~
"Nothing, I'm noting special." d'Artagnan said honestly as Charon took a step towards him, the gun never moving.
"Then stay the fuck away from Porthos!" Charon squeezed the trigger and the bullet buried itself into the wall inches away from d'Artagnan's head. The noise of the bullet being fired was like a roar without the protective headphones and d'Artagnan felt his body shaking having felt the wind from the bullet as it passed by his face.
His back hit the wall behind him and his knees gave out letting him slid onto the ground, he could feel it was getting harder and harder to breathe as the starts of a panic attack mixed with a flashback of his ex began to cover him.
"A whore like you should be on your knees like this." Charon sneered down at d'Artagnan as he held the smoking gun towards the brunet once more.
"Don't do this Charon, please Porthos will never forgive you for this." d'Artagnan gasped out trying to breathe, fisting his trembling hands and saw an ugly look cross Charon's face.
The sound of a bullet being fired rang out in the range, d'Artagnan blinked in surprise at the warm familiar body that was wrapped around him protectively. He could see over the shoulders of the man to see that Charon's arm had been yanked upwards and the bullet was embedded in the ceiling. Charon was put in a strangle hold by an enraged Porthos while Athos stood next to Charon, his gun steadily trained on the man and that meant that Aramis was the one who was wrapped around him protectively.
"Aramis?" d'Artagnan whimpered out and hated him self for it.
"Shh, I'm right here darling, you're safe now." Aramis smoothed d'Artagnan's hair out of his face as he inspected the sub for any injuries and let out a breath of relief when he found none, but he did notice the shakes that wracked his lithe body and the bullet that was in the wall far too close to where d'Artagnan's head was.
"I've got him Porthos, go check on d'Artagnan." Athos snapped the handcuffs around Charon's wrists seeing that Porthos was about two minutes away from beating his childhood friend into the ground.
"Yeah okay, thanks 'thos." Porthos ran his hands over his face.
"You picked him! You picked that whore over me!" Charon shouted outraged and gasped when Porthos punched him in the face, unable to hold back.
"Flea was right, there is something wrong with you Charon. The Charon I knew would never do this." Porthos growled and turned his back to the man he grew up with.
"Get him out of my sight please Athos."
"Of course." Athos hauled Charon out of the gun range, past the worrying Fleur but she saw how d'Artagnan was being fused over by Aramis and Porthos kneeling in front of him and she knew he was in good hands. So she went to call her cousin to tell her that d'Artagnan is all right.
"And that's what happened, it just came out of nowhere." d'Artagnan had just finished telling Aramis what had happened in a low shaky voice when Porthos knelt in front of him, eyes wandering over his body looking for injuries.
"Thank you for saving me," d'Artagnan said softly to Porthos who looked stunned at the words.
"Don't thank me, this is because of me." Porthos shook his head.
"No, this was his choice and you stopped him before he could seriously hurt me, so thank you." d'Artagnan said firmly, thankful that Aramis was holding his hands so only his Dom could feel him trembling.
"d'Artagnan…" Porthos trailed off speechless at his words.
"I'll take him up to his flat and make sure he doesn't go into shock. Porthos you should see Flea and make she is okay before heading to the station." Aramis said as he scooped d'Artagnan up into his arms, with only a small noise of surprise before d'Artagnan wrapped his arms around Aramis' neck, burying his face into the crook of it.
"Yeah okay, take care of him 'mis." Porthos ran a hand through his hair.
"Of course I will." Aramis huffed offended as he left the range.
"There we are, nice and warm." Aramis said pleased with the cocoon of blankets that he had wrapped d'Artagnan in, a cup of tea in between his still hands.
"Darling, that wasn't shock down there… What happened?" Aramis asked gently as he pulled d'Artagnan down onto his chest, so d'Artagnan could hear his heartbeat.
"I'm fine sir, just a flashback of my ex and the starts of a panic attack." d'Artagnan said honestly.
"If I ever meet your ex, I will kill him." Aramis swore, eyes dark at the mention of d'Artagnan's ex.
"He's in jail, but I appreciate it." d'Artagnan laughed softly at his Dom.
"You should go to Porthos." d'Artagnan said suddenly and Aramis blinked at the sudden subject change.
"What?" Aramis asked confused.
"Porthos is going to need you and Athos tonight, his whole world was just flipped on its side, seeing that side of someone you grew up with can really mess you up. So go to him." d'Artagnan explained patiently.
"No way, I'm not going to leave you here alone." Aramis refused.
"Aramis, I know how to handle this, I've done it before on my own. Please I know what I have to do to handle this so please just go to Porthos." d'Artagnan said firmly, not willing to move an inch on this.
"d'Artagnan." Aramis said warningly, but it trailed off when d'Artagnan cupped his cheek.
"Please go to Porthos tonight Aramis, for me?" d'Artagnan asked softly.
"…If you need ANYTHING you call me, alright." Aramis caved knowing that d'Artagnan could be stubborn and not move an inch so he really had no choice but to go. He refused to Dom someone if they didn't want it and d'Artagnan clearly didn't want it tonight. Aramis sighed in defeat and pressed a soft kiss to d'Artagnan's lips before taking his leave.
d'Artagnan lazed about for an another hour or so, taking his time sipping his tea and calming himself down like he was trained to do. Soon he was wiggling out of the blanket cocoon that Aramis had put him in and dialing Constance's number as he slid into some jeans and a V-neck blue shirt with a brown leather jacket over it.
"d'Artagnan, thank god you're okay. Fleur told me you were but I was still worried!" Constance's voice flowed over the speaker of the phone.
"I wouldn't say I'm completely okay, but I will be soon. I'm heading out to 'Headspace' for the night." d'Artagnan said as he grabbed his keys to his car.
"What! You can't go there tonight d'Artagnan! Wait, why are you going there? I thought you said Aramis was your Dom now, can't you go to him?" Constance spoke rapidly, trying to convince her friend not to go out that night. Of course she knew about Aramis, she and d'Artagnan didn't keep secrets like that, but she still knew nothing about the 2 years that they were parted and she was still working on piecing that together.
"Porthos will need both him and Athos tonight… Besides I'm not sure if he will do what I need right now." d'Artagnan explained, guilt building up in his gut but he shook it off.
"…Fine I'll call Ninon to tell her your coming tonight. She'll help you like always. Just call me tomorrow first thing okay?" Constance gave in with a sigh.
"You're the best Con." d'Artagnan smiled as he slid into the driver's seat of his car.
"Damn right I am." Constance huffed before she hung up on him and d'Artagnan pulled out from behind GG and towards the road that would take him to 'Headspace'.