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: blow job, hand job, slight fingering
Disclaimer: I do not own BBC's The Musketeers
Chapter Four
"Well, well, now this is a sight I could get used to." Aramis' voice cut through the comfortable silence that had covered d'Artagnan's flat. d'Artagnan peered up at Aramis who was standing beside his bed, hands on his hips and a sly smirk on his face.
"Aramis?" d'Artagnan yawned as he tried to sit up, only to find two large arms were circled around him, pinning him down to the bed and he flushed trying to control the blood in his body to not run towards his cock.
"Morning sleeping beauties." Aramis teased as Porthos grumbled in his sleep before he woke up to prop himself up on his side, keeping himself draped over d'Artagnan.
"How did you get in?" Porthos asked, rubbing at his eyes.
"d'Artagnan gave me a spare key. Now I see that me sending Porthos to 'Headspace' last night was a brilliant move." Aramis waved his hand off as he sat down on the bed next to the duo.
"You could have told me I was searching for the whelp." Porthos huffed as he dropped a few kisses to d'Artagnan's bare shoulder whom blushed under the attention and stammered when Aramis took his free hand in his and kissed each finger tenderly.
"Where would the fun be in that? Besides wasn't the surprise worth it?" Aramis teased as he laid d'Artagnan's hand against his cheek.
"More than worth it." Porthos purred as he nipped at d'Artagnan's earlobe making him groan slightly.
"Don't tease him so much Porthos, look what you're doing to him." Aramis tsk'ed as he teasingly rubbed his free hand against the crotch of d'Artagnan's sleep pants, feeling the hardening cock underneath the thin fabric. d'Artagnan couldn't help the moan and the jerk of his hips at the touch.
"You're teasing him now, better follow up." Porthos teased back as he adjusted d'Artagnan so he was lying on his chest. Porthos kissed d'Artagnan's neck before he hooked his arms underneath of d'Artagnan's knees and spread them wide. d'Artagnan gasped at the sudden movement and Aramis knelt between his spread legs.
"What are you? You don't have to do thi-aahhh." d'Artagnan's protests faded out into a groan of pleasure as Aramis pulled his sleep pants down just enough for his cock and balls to pop out from the elastic band. Aramis ducked down and took d'Artagnan's growing morning wood into his mouth in one fell swoop.
d'Artagnan threw his head back against d'Artagnan's shoulder, hands gripping Aramis' hair tightly as the older man started to suck in earnest, fingers fondling his balls and stroking the skin behind them. d'Artagnan closed his eyes as he felt Porthos' fingers press down on his skin and he gasped at the wonderful pressure and turned his head to the side to nuzzle at Porthos' beard. Porthos applied more pressure to test a theory and was rewarded with another breathless gasp and squirm from d'Artagnan. He grinned wolfishly and leaned down to capture d'Artagnan's lips in a biting kiss as Aramis went to town on d'Artagnan's cock.
"Ngh, ah please sirs!" d'Artagnan groaned out absently, breaking the kiss with Porthos, feeling his own lips swelling up from the intense kissing. His back arched and his fingers tightened on Aramis' hair, eyes rolling up into his head as he approached his climax, missing the heated look that the two older men shared. Aramis sucked extra hard, taking d'Artagnan's cock further into his mouth and pushed the tips of his index and middle fingers into d'Artagnan's relaxed hole and that sent him over the edge.
d'Artagnan went lax in Porthos' grip and watched amazed as Aramis swallowed all his cum before moving off his cock with a lewd pop before he reached up and pulled Porthos into an open mouth kiss.
"Mm, sweet." Porthos purred as he licked his lips off when the kiss broke. He didn't release d'Artagnan's legs and Aramis settled down against d'Artagnan's chest (after tugging his sleep pants back into place).
"W-What about you two?" d'Artagnan asked in a weak voice.
"Never you mind about that, this was about you." Aramis smoothed d'Artagnan's bangs off his forehead.
"If you're sure." d'Artagnan felt unease by this.
"d'Artagnan, it isn't just the sub's job to give pleasure. It's give and take." Aramis said gently, picking up on d'Artagnan's unease.
"Okay…" d'Artagnan closed his eyes and rested against Porthos' shoulder, wanting to savor the feeling of being surrounded by his Dom's and the aftermath of his orgasm.
Porthos sent Aramis a confused look, but the other man just shook his head and dropped a kiss to d'Artagnan's chest and Porthos pursed his lips not liking it, but he knew he would get it out of Aramis later. So he rested his cheek against d'Artagnan's soft hair and basked in the warmth the other two provided.
However it was short lived when d'Artagnan's phone vibrated loudly on the night table. d'Artagnan let out a groan and reached out blindly with one hand, but smiled at Aramis when the older man reached it first and clicked answer and held it up to his ear.
"Hello?" d'Artagnan asked slowly, still dazed.
"d'Artagnan!" Constance's voice came through the speaker loudly.
"Oh hey Con." d'Artagnan said trying not to giggle when Aramis buried his face in his stomach, his facial hair tickling him.
"Don't you just 'oh hey Con' me mister!" Constance fumed.
"What else did you want me to say?" d'Artagnan asked pressing the side of his head to Porthos' chin.
"Gee maybe something like 'I didn't die or get fucked by a complete stranger last night!' or something along those lines!" Constance huffed out sounding annoyed.
"Hey Con, I didn't die or get fucked by a complete stranger last night." d'Artagnan dutifully repeated and smirked when he heard her give a shriek of outrage and Porthos muffled his own laughter in d'Artagnan's hair.
"It's too early for you to be so sassy d'Art! Now get your ass out of bed and come to the café! Anne has a slice of freshly made lemon meringue waiting for you! You had both of us worried." Constance ordered before d'Artagnan was greeted with the dial tone.
"She's one scary lady." Porthos offered up.
"You have no idea." d'Artagnan said fondly. "Unfortunately I need to get going or she will come over here herself."
"Too bad." Aramis huffed sounding upset.
"Come visit us after okay?" Porthos dropped a kiss to d'Artagnan's head.
"But what about Athos, oh god Athos!" d'Artagnan gasped as the third of the other men's trio appeared in his head with his piercing blue eyes.
"What about him?" Aramis asked curiously as he slowly got off of d'Artagnan and Porthos released his hold on d'Artagnan hesitantly.
"You all are together and we just and last night and!" d'Artagnan waved his hands in the air panicked.
"Hey, its okay, calm down d'Artagnan. We went over this remember?" Aramis grabbed d'Artagnan's wrists to stop them from moving.
"Yeah, but now with Porthos." d'Artagnan swallowed hard as he tried to relax in Aramis' grip, telling himself he was safe with these two.
"Doesn't matter, if anything he'll be annoyed that he didn't get to you first. I promise d'Artagnan, everything is fine. Do you understand?" Aramis asked firmly.
"Yes sir." d'Artagnan said bowing his head out of habit.
"Good, now we have to get ready for the day." Aramis let d'Artagnan's wrist drop and pressed a quick kiss to d'Artagnan's lips, Porthos doing the same thing as the trio got off of d'Artagnan's bed.
d'Artagnan tilted his head at the obvious tents they had in their pants and an idea sparked. It wasn't fair he was the only one to get off that morning. He stepped between them and dropped to his knees gaining their attentions.
"d'Artagnan?" Porthos asked worried that d'Artagnan had collapsed but it flew from his mind when his hands cupped his and Aramis' erections.
"We don't have time for a proper blow job, but this should work too right?" d'Artagnan smiled up at them.
"You really don't have too." Aramis started.
"I want to, please let me?" d'Artagnan asked them in a soft voice. The two exchanged looks before they worked them selves out of their pants, their own erections glad to be free.
d'Artagnan wrapped each of his hands around his Dom's cocks and gave them long strokes. Porthos' was thicker but a bit shorter than Aramis' whose was long and curved. Both felt amazing in his hands and his mouth watered, longing for them to be on his tongue but they didn't have time for that. He focused on pumping them slowly, rubbing his thumbs over the slits of their cocks, spreading their pre-cum around. He couldn't help himself; he leaned down and swiped the flat of his tongue over each of their heads savoring the taste of their pre-cum. He felt two sets of fingers tangle in his hair as he worked his Dom's over, he could hear them both groaning above him and their hips had started to move on their own. They were fucking d'Artagnan's fists and d'Artagnan could feel the heated skin throbbing and pulsing in his grips.
"Please sirs." d'Artagnan begged and that seemed to do the trick as they both let out different types of groans as they came into his hands, some cum spraying up onto his cheeks. He blinked at the feeling of cum on his face before he let them pull their cocks out of his hands and suddenly he was on his feet getting kissed senseless by Porthos before Aramis took his place.
"Thank you dear one." Aramis cleaned up d'Artagnan's cheeks with a cloth while Porthos was doing the same to his hands; both his Dom's taking care of him.
"Mm." d'Artagnan said feeling loved and half tempted to just drag them back into his bed and risk Constance and Anne's wrath.
"You better get changed before Constance storms in here." Porthos gave d'Artagnan's ass an encouraging smack making d'Artagnan squeak and blush as he scurried towards his bathroom to take a quick shower ignoring the fond laughter from his Dom's.
"He's going to be the death of us." Porthos muttered to Aramis as he stepped into his clothes from the previous night, both of them having cleaning them selves off.
"What a way to go." Aramis sighed happily as he dragged Porthos' arm over his shoulders.
"You are explaining everything later." Porthos said in a low voice as the shower clicked off.
"Of course, we need to deal with Athos too, we cannot let this end badly." Aramis said firmly and Porthos found himself agreeing wholeheartedly. They both stared as d'Artagnan came out of the washroom, rubbing a towel over his hair and another towel wrapped low around his hips. His torso was covered in hickies and Porthos shot Aramis a smirk making the sniper roll his eyes.
"You have to visit us after." Aramis purred as he watched d'Artagnan bend over to pull some clothes out of a drawer and d'Artagnan's face flushed at the sound of his voice and what it implied.
"Okay." d'Artagnan ducked his head down before he was pulled into another heart stopping kiss from the two before they bid him adieu as they headed out.
~~/~~
"How was 'Headspace'?" Athos looked up from his books as his lovers stumbled into the living room and sat down on either side of him, Aramis taking his book away and Porthos resting his chin on top of his head.
"Better than I thought, turns out the sub I was with was the one that Aramis was with last time he went." Porthos admitted, without having to say d'Artagnan's name.
"Really?" Athos asked, surprise colouring his voice.
"It appears that we have the same type." Aramis agreed, seeing what Porthos was doing with this.
"…Can you tell me about him?" Athos asked in a soft voice, like he was embarrassed.
"What do you want to know?" Aramis asked surprised that Athos wanted to know, but this boded well.
"What was he like?" Athos pressed on.
"Beautiful so beautiful if not a bit broken. It is clear that his previous Dom hadn't been a good one. We never had full on sex at his request, but it was nice to just pamper him in the way he deserves." Aramis explained and Athos frowned angrily at Aramis' words of how d'Artagnan's previous Dom had been horrible.
"He's so eager to please us, but confused when it comes to us pleasing him. Like it's a foreign concept." Porthos growled out remembering the unease that d'Artagnan had after Aramis had sucked him off.
"That's not right." Athos growled as well, fists tightening.
"It's not, but with us he's perfect." Aramis said smoothing Athos' hair back out of his face.
"You both really like him, don't you?" Athos easily picked up on it.
"Yes, I believe we do." Aramis said softly after Porthos nodded his head.
"I will not ask to meet him just yet, but if he makes you both happy then I can live with it. It has been hard not having a sub in our relationship and if this sub helps you both, then…" Athos trailed off, his cheeks turning pink as Aramis and Porthos pulled him into their arms and peppered his face in kisses.
"Love you 'thos." Aramis whispered in Athos' ear as Porthos pulled the both of them into a three-way cuddle. Both Aramis and Porthos wished that d'Artagnan was apart of this, but baby steps.