- Published:May 25th, 2008
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- Category:Fan Fiction
Perhaps as a way to demonstrate hatred of the French, fan fiction authors explore the works of Alexandre Dumas
D’Artagnan struggled to get up, only to have Athos gently push him down. “Ah, a lovers argument I fear. My partner and I were travelling from Paris to Gascony and we had a slight tiff regarding some small issue. One thing led to another, and then we were crossing swords. I beat him to the ground and he looked up at me in horror. I could not bring myself to bring my sword down upon him. In an instant, he had struck me full in the shoulder and that was the last instant I remember until now”.
Athos sighed and nodded. “You have taken a man to your bed, D’Artagnan?”
D’Artagnan looked ashamed as he replied, a reddish hint infecting his cheeks “After my experiences with women, I think I will stick with what I know best. I thought I had found my ideal partner, obviously not”.
Athos busied himself with D’Artagnan’s bandage. “Nothing to be ashamed of, D’Artagnan. I understand completely”.
D’Artagnan looked at Athos coldly.
“Its true” Athos said softly “I myself have found greater comfort and love with a man in my bed instead of a woman. I understand completely”
D’Artagnan looked faintly surprised, then he smiled. “We have something in common, dear Athos”
Athos smiled and blushed a little.
“What a lucky incident it was for me to find you once more” D’Artagnan sighed. He coughed a little and Athos helped him to sit up and drink some cold water.
“Rest easy” Athos said softly. “I will stay by your side”.
D’Artnagnan smiled affectionately at Athos.
Athos blushed and turned away.
“Good… well, I think it’s morning.” Armand was pleased to see that Gabriel apparently didn’t regret his decision to sleep together. It’d always hurt Richelieu to find out that a warm and loving man at night became cold and disgusted at the break of dawn, seeing his nightly actions as sin and praying for forgiveness during the next mass. It was an immense relieve that Gabriel wasn’t one of them.
“A good morning to you too.” Armand chuckled. “Have you slept well?” Gabriel gave him a warm smile. “Yes, very well. Thanks for staying.” The cardinal snuggled up to the other man some more, gently stroking his injured, but strong chest. “It was my pleasure.” This time, the younger man chuckled. “Yes, I got that idea.” So Gabriel knew… and he didn’t mind… out of gratitude? Or did he feel the same? The strong arms still holding Armand and the hand that was absent-mindedly playing with his hair, indicated the last.
“Feeling better?” Richelieu hadn’t forgotten the state in which he’d found Gabriel. If he’d ever find out the names of those guards, he’d see to it that they were executioned straight away. How dared they hurt this beautiful man… this angel.
“Much better, thanks to you… Armand, was it?” The older man’s heart summersaulted. He’s remembered! Despite his weakened state, Gabriel had taken the effort of remembring his name! But was it everything the young man knew of him? Did he know of his status? Well, only one way to find out… “Yes, Armand Jean du Plessis de Richelieu. More commonly known as cardinal Richelieu.” He both anticipated and feared the other man’s reaction.
The date is April the twentieth in the year one thousand six hundred and sixty two of our Lord. Dios todo misericordioso perdone todos nuestros pecados. Amen.
Athos has woken up earlier than usual today. He usually sleeps in for a while. An hour, maybe, a bit longer every day. He’s getting old. We’re all getting old. My neck aches as I rise from where I kneel at the foot of my bed. It must be around six in the morning. I pull my sleeping robes over my head, leave them in a pile on the floor.
As I pull on breeches, shirt, coat, lace it up as best as I can, grab my boots from behind the dresser door, I hear Athos moving around in the kitchen below. He’s got a fire going, the flames burning low. God bless his balding head. It’s freezing in this place. Porthos’ bedroom is silent behind his door as I pass on my way down. Philippe’s even, troubled breathing drifts out from behind his. I slow my pace as I walk past it.
From below, I can hear Athos battling down a hum. He stifles a yawn. I crack open the kitchen door and place the boots I have not pulled on yet on a stool. Athos looks up from his place at the cutting board as I come in. He’s smiling.
“Aramis,” he says. “Good morning. Are you aware that you have no green peppers?”
I pull out a chair, drop on it with a grunt, drag the stool with my boots on it closer. It takes a while to pull one on, the small of my back complaining from the strain. “No,” I say. “I was not aware. What are you making, and why does it need green peppers?
I hear him pause in his methodic slices at the carrots I brought in last night. He opens his mouth, takes in a little air, presses his tongue against the roof of his mouth, holds it there. I start to pull on the second boot.
“It’s an old recipe,” he says at length. “My mother used to make it.”
The boot slides in after a few, hearty tugs, my back groaning and shooting thin needles of pain down my arms and chest. I give Athos a long, silent look when I straighten up. He slices away at the carrots, pushing them off the edge of the table and into a bowl placed below. It’s a while before he meets my gaze. God, he’s smiling like a child. He knows I hate peppers.
“I thought you’d like a change in the stew, for tonight. Not that you need worry. As I’ve pointed out, you have no peppers. “
Breathing heavily she pulled away and took his hands, “We can’t very well do this here. Let’s borrow one of the rooms.” Albert was only two steps behind her as she led him to a room on the second floor; she had a marvelous sway to her step. As they entered the room it was barely a second before Albert had closed the door and turned around before she had him pressed against the door and was kissing him. He immediately let her lead and it wasn’t soon before their tongues were exploring one another’s mouths. She was adept at this and he groaned loudly as her hand slid to his waist and then lower. She had her hand placed lightly over his growing erection and was kissing his face around his mask. She slowing removed his mask and took a moment to look at his features. As she was doing this Albert moved his hands to where her mask was held in place and slowly removed it as well. She was divine although she didn’t look exactly like the girl he had seen earlier in the week. He was about to say something when she put her finger to his lips. “Don’t ruin it, I was in the carriage, just not her, she belongs to another but I couldn’t let you down,” she slide her finger down from his lips to his bulging pants. Then she renewed her attentions to his face. His hands were roaming over her body and hers rose from his erection to his cravat. They started to undress each other; their impatience to feel the other’s skin growing.
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Gah! Oh fanficcers, is there no slash to which you will not stoop?