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: bondage, public sex, sex toy, blindfold, spreader bar, coming untouched
Disclaimer: I do not own BBC's The Musketeers
Chapter Three
Aramis cursed in Spanish as d'Artagnan's phone sent him to voicemail again. He had already been by d'Artagnan's flat, but that had been empty too. He was getting a bad feeling in his gut and he started to pace around his room, hand gripping his hair tightly as he dialed Constance's number hoping she could help him. He knew that leaving d'Artagnan alone tonight was a horrible idea, but d'Artagnan had insisted he go and make sure Porthos was all right and like the idiot he was he agreed. Some Dom he was.
"Hello?" Constance's voice filtered through the phone's speaker.
"Constance! It's Aramis, do you know where d'Artagnan is?" Aramis asked in a rush.
"…He went to Headspace Aramis, he didn't want to get in your way tonight. I tried to convince him otherwise, but you know him. He's stubborn as a bull. I'm worried about him, this whole thing with Porthos' old friends shook up him up more than he wants to admit." Constance explained, worry in her tone and Aramis sank onto the edge of their bed and rested his head in his free hand.
"…I can see where he's coming from, but damnit it d'Artagnan." Aramis took a deep breath in as a plan formed in his mind.
"I'm not the one he needs tonight, I have an idea that hopefully won't backfire on me. Don't worry about d'Artagnan Constance." Aramis said gently.
"Okay, I'll trust you Aramis, but if I find my best friend in any worse shape than I left him then you'll be answering to me." Constance swore before she hung up on him. Aramis closed the call screen down and tossed it onto the bed behind him and took another calming breath as the door swung open to show Athos and Porthos coming in looking high strung.
"Porthos, I'm not subbing tonight. If you want someone to Dom go to Headspace." Aramis said firmly, using his Dom voice and both his lover's eyes widened slightly.
"Aramis?" Porthos asked confused as the other man pushed him towards their closet to get clothes for going out.
"Just trust me Porthos please?" Aramis asked in a soft voice and Porthos found himself agreeing and in his car heading towards Headspace before he knew it.
"What was that Aramis?" Athos demanded as he sank down onto the couch after Porthos left.
"Trust me Athos, what he's going to get there is better than what I could give him. Now let me take your mind off of what Porthos is doing." Aramis gave him a cocky smile as he sank to his knees before Athos, fingers already unzipping the fly of his jeans. Athos ran his fingers through Aramis' hair and all thoughts left his head when Aramis' mouth engulfed him.
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Porthos shoved his hands in his jean's pockets, muttering under his breath. He wasn't sure why Aramis had been so insistent on him coming to 'Headspace' tonight; he didn't need to find a sub. He had wanted to find d'Artagnan to make sure he was all right after that incident with Charon the pup didn't deserve that, no one did.
Porthos dragged his hand through his hair as his eyes were drawn to one of the smaller stages and froze in his tracks. He was staring wide-eyed at the sight before him.
It was clearly d'Artagnan. He was naked; erection lying heavily against his stomach and a black blindfold was wrapped around his eyes. His head was dropped backwards, his wrists had leather cuffs around them and taunt chains were holding his ankles to two nearby poles. His wrists had the same leather cuffs but those were attached to a thin spreader bar behind his back, keeping his arms stretched out to the sides.
Porthos swallowed hard feeling his jeans suddenly getting tighter and made his way closer and spotted the bracelet that the guests of the club had to wear and his was a bright red showing he was an unbound sub and things clicked into place as hope flared up within him.
"You know him I take it?" A female voice asked Porthos, the large man turned to see a woman decked out in a leather high-heeled S&M outfit that was the female version of 'Headspace' uniform.
"Yeah d'Artagnan, he's my… Friend." Porthos nodded his head, looking back at the sight of d'Artagnan.
"You know his safe word then?" She prodded.
"Yeah 'Jacques'." Porthos answered, the name Aramis had said with so much hatred before suddenly making sense.
"Good, the cutie just wanted to be taken out of his head, so we helped him out, but he needs more than that. I think you're the person to help him, just use this and nothing else though as per his request. If you need anything else my name is Ninon." Ninon handed him a medium sized dildo and Porthos wrapped his fingers around the base of the toy and she patted his shoulder before relaxing against a pillar to keep an eye on them to make sure Porthos followed the rules of the club and that no one else would interfere, she twirled the whip that was resting in her right hand as she watched over this area of the club.
Porthos stepped up onto the smaller stage, eyes solely focused on d'Artagnan. He swallowed hard to focus on d'Artagnan and his needs and he clearly needed this. That incident with Charon must have messed him up more than d'Artagnan had let on.
Porthos laid the tip of the dildo against d'Artagnan's lower lip gently, the man gasped in surprise at the sudden touch, but he ducked his head down to suck and lick at the toy. Porthos pursed his lips as he watched as d'Artagnan bobbed his head on the toy, making it slick with his salvia.
Porthos pulled the dildo back when he deemed it wet enough; cock twitching at the whine d'Artagnan gave when it moved out of his mouth.
Porthos walked around so he was standing behind d'Artagnan and ran his large hand over d'Artagnan's ass, dipping his thumbs in between the firm globes of flesh to rub at d'Artagnan's hole, rumbling slightly when he felt that it was slick and stretched out. He forced back his anger at someone else touching d'Artagnan so intimately and pressed the blunt head of the toy against d'Artagnan's hole. d'Artagnan whimpered at the pressure on his entrance before he let out a groan of pleasure, body shuddering as Porthos pressed the dildo in, inch by inch until it was fully inside of d'Artagnan, brushing against his prostate.
d'Artagnan moaned like a porn star letting his head loll to the side and Porthos slowly worked the dildo in and out of him, sending sparks of pleasure over d'Artagnan's body. Porthos absently noted that a small crowd had gathered to watch the two, but a gasp and arching of d'Artagnan's body brought his attention back to the sub. Porthos thrusted the dildo back against that spot and the same thing happened and he knew that he had hit d'Artagnan's prostate.
d'Artagnan was moaning in pleasure, body shaking in the restraints and his cock was starting to get slick with large amounts of pre-cum that was starting to drip from the slit as it throbbed in the open air of the club. Porthos could tell d'Artagnan was close so he twisted the dildo in a certain way and leaned up to brush his lips over d'Artagnan's ear.
"Come for me d'Artagnan." Porthos ordered in a low, husky tone as he gave the toy one hard thrust against d'Artagnan's prostate. d'Artagnan let out a cry of surprise and pleasure as he came hard against his stomach before hanging limply in the bondage, head resting back against Porthos' shoulder.
"I'll let him down and then bring you two to a room to be together." The same woman from before stepped onto the stage as Porthos gently removed the toy from d'Artagnan's hole. The crowd started to disperse now that the show was over and Porthos had to bite down a snarl, realizing that these people had seen d'Artagnan come, but he came because of Porthos and that sent a wave of possession down his spine.
"Thank you." Porthos said sincerely as he cradled d'Artagnan against his chest as the woman removed the bondage and clicked d'Artagnan's bracelet so it was red with a thick black line through it to show he was taken.
"Follow me." She nodded her head in respect to the large Dom as she saw the tenderness he was holding his sub. Porthos followed the woman up the stairs and into one of the green lit rooms. She nodded at him and he returned the nod as he stepped into the room with d'Artagnan. She closed the door and he heard the lock engage.
Porthos gently laid the still blindfolded d'Artagnan onto the soft bed and sat next to him.
"d'Artagnan, hey can you hear me?" Porthos asked softly caressing the younger man's cheek.
"Mm? Po-Porthos?" d'Artagnan sounded dazed.
"I'm going to take the blindfold off okay, the lights are low so they won't hurt your eyes." Porthos explained as he slowly eased the blindfold off of d'Artagnan's eyes and gave him a loving smile when d'Artagnan's hazy brown eyes blinked slowly up at him.
"Hey there pup." Porthos said, hand returning to rest on d'Artagnan's cheek.
"Porthos? I don't…" d'Artagnan trailed off as his cheeks turned red and panic entered his eyes and he slowly started to move in an attempt to get away from the larger man.
"Oi, you're not going anywhere yet." Porthos easily scooped d'Artagnan back into his arms and placed the smaller man on his lap so he could nuzzle d'Artagnan's neck.
"Please, let me go, please Porthos." d'Artagnan begged, shame overwhelming him. It was still weird knowing that he and Aramis had been together but Porthos had seen him like that, he had been the one to make him come with that toy. This was different and he was already making plans on how to get the fuck out of this town.
"I'm never letting you go pup, never. I know why Aramis sent me here tonight and god am I glad he did." Porthos pulled away from d'Artagnan's neck, palming the back of d'Artagnan's head so they could look each other in the eye.
"What? Aramis did?" d'Artagnan felt a tinge of betrayal go through him.
"He was worried about you, not that he said I would find you here mind you. That was a happy accident. There has been something about you d'Artagnan that just brought out the Dom inside of me, more than it had with anyone else. I think Charon saw that and reacted badly, taking it out on you. You didn't deserve whatever he did to you. I am so sorry d'Artagnan. Can you forgive me?" Porthos bowed his head, resting his forehead against d'Artagnan's collarbone.
d'Artagnan absorbed this information and felt a warmth for both Aramis and Porthos spread across his chest. He brought his hands up and threaded his fingers through Porthos' hair, feeling the tension that had built up inside of the larger man. This really had been upsetting him and d'Artagnan longed to ease it away with soft kisses, but that wasn't his place.
"I understand Porthos, thank you for telling me this. I accept your apology and I am sorry that you were put through this." d'Artagnan spoke kindly.
"That's my line." Porthos snorted lightly but pulled back and took d'Artagnan's chin in between his fingers. d'Artagnan blinked up at him and gasped when Porthos pressed their lips together in a soft kiss.
d'Artagnan automatically gripped Porthos' curls tighter as he parted his lips so Porthos' tongue could dominate his mouth in a way that d'Artagnan knew if it was to carry on he would be hard again. d'Artagnan was the one to break the kiss and lean their foreheads together, their breath mingling as Porthos rubbed his thumb over his collarbone where his hand was resting.
"If we keep going I will get a problem." d'Artagnan admitted breathlessly and smiled when Porthos let out a cheery laugh.
"Will you do me the honours of letting me take care of you tonight?" Porthos asked humbly as he smoothed his free hand up and down d'Artagnan's back, resting on the curve of his ass.
"Please, just… No sex?" d'Artagnan asked weakly, feeling his cheeks heat up.
"Anything you want pup." Porthos promised, pressing a kiss to d'Artagnan's forehead.