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Who:Athos and D'Artagnan
What:Athos discovers what really almost happened, and that assault is a broad term.
When:Backdated the night after jail.
Where:The hotel
Warnings:Extreme cuddling, like it's a new sport.
Rating:High, talk of adult situations, near sexual assault, and possibly triggery.
status:complete


On the way home from the station, D’Artagnan wasn’t able to talk much, he still felt sick. He’d mostly slept on the car ride back to the hotel. He still hadn’t had anything to eat that night, they’d gone from drinking to dancing, and then his metabolism took over and the alcohol kicked in. If they hadn’t left the station when they did, he might have caused a not so pretty scene to happen right there on the side walk.

He was covered in blood, but most of it wasn’t his. He looked worse than he seemed. If he had been awake, and Athos had asked what happened, he would have told him he should have seen the other guy, but he slept. Heavy and uninterrupted he slept until they arrived at home and he seemed a little more sober for it when they got to their room.

D’Artagnan had never seen Athos so angry before, and he worried about him again in the sober parts of his brain. But when he’d gotten to their room the first thing he wanted to do was get into a shower. Normally he’d have invited Athos with him, but he was in far from a sexy mood now as he suspected his boyfriend also was. So for the time being he showered alone, attempting to remove the memory of the big man that had assaulted him in the first place from his mind with the downpour of hot water. It helped a little, but he still threw up. At least he could do it in private now, and brushed his teeth right after. He took a while in the restroom before coming out to face Athos for what he was sure was going to be a long talk, in a pair of pajamas. His entire body was sore, and he wanted nothing more than that hot tub right now. His eyes searched the room for the other man though wearily.

Athos was glad D’Artagnan managed to sleep on the way back to their hotel room, it was better for him especially since he must have been feeling the effects of the alcohol. Adrenaline would only carry you so far and it must have been fast wearing out, even in D’Artagnan who seemed to always be a bundle of unbridled energy.

He was fuming, not at D’Artagnan but simply at the situation. The man D’Artagnan had been with should have looked after him better. It was obvious he wasn’t an experienced drinker and it would have been obvious he wasn’t experienced when it came to clubs either. The very idea that someone had tried to touch D’Artagnan made his blood boil but Athos pushed it down in order to take care of his boyfriend. He was bruised, bloody and still somewhat drunk so he made sure he was okay to shower before he went to make some phonecalls.

A few calls and emails later and the person who had assaulted D’Artagnan was being escorted to a cell for the night. With a decent police force taking care of it for once, unlike the one D’Artagnan had left and subsequently been taken to that evening.

“Thank you. I owe you one” Athos said before disconnecting the call, looking up he realised D’Artagnan was out of the bathroom. “How are you feeling?” he asked softly as he moved towards him.

That was another problem, the adrenaline rush came on fast, he crashed hard in the car. He hadn’t been able to sleep at the station the way he was being treated. He’d been too furious himself. He hadn’t even wanted to mention to Athos the things they said, but it got to him. He’d never been treated so poorly before because he was gay, he didn’t understand where the hatred came from. What did it matter? He found someone he loved, that should be all that counted, and yet he spent the night nearly raped and called a fag. That made him feel ill too. He was going to try not to let it show but it wore on him.

Once he had showered he looked much better. It became more obvious that the blood hadn’t all been his. The only injuries he’d sustained were to his face. His cheek and his lip still hurt, but the rest of him was virtually fine. A little mentally scarred at being groped by a stranger, but physically fine. The big man that had attacked him hadn’t left any visible injury, though he thought he had with how harsh his grip was. It made him grateful for Athos’ soft touch.

D’Artagnan shrugged a bit. “Like I was hit with a brick.” He may as well have been. The guy who he’d been fighting was twice his size.

“..I’m sorry.” He was upset that Athos had to worry so much. He hadn’t meant to cause him so much trouble.

Athos had an idea about what D’Artagnan may have suffered at the station and it was part of the reason he was so satisfied with knowing they were now under investigation. Though he’d have spared his boyfriend having to suffer it if he could. His anger was still under the surface but he made sure not to show it to D’Artagnan, after all it wasn’t him he was angry with.

It was reassuring how much better D’Artagnan looked after cleaning up, though Athos didn’t like the split lip he had. He’d have to keep an eye on that he thought.

“I can imagine” Athos replied, “Have you put something on it?” he asked indicating the lip before he shook his head, “No apologising, it wasn’t your fault love” Athos took his hands gently, using his injured hand too but carefully, “I don’t want you apologising to me okay? I’d do anything for you D’Artagnan, you know that”

"I know but you should have been resting. I keep messing it up. " He was trying to help Athos relax, he knew this had been entirely the opposite of helpful. He'd tried to call sooner but he'd actually been denied a phone call until they deemed it time. They had booked him without asking about lawyers or going through the proper channels and D’Artagnan knew it, but at the time there hasn't been anything he could do.

He only wanted to forget about everything that had happened, or so he thought. He wasn't sure if he liked or hated Remy yet for what he'd been through. The entire thing had been a roller coaster and yet he left still feeling just a little bit sexy. He began to wonder if Remy had this effect on all his friends, if that's even what he wanted
Remy has kissed him. He couldn't get it off his mind, he didn't know what it meant. He wasn't left craving more or anything, he was mostly left with questions.

"Nothing yet no. " He was still quiet, loud sounds including his own voice hurt his head. He looked toward the kitchen tiredly. "I think I might need some of your pain killers." Though he smiled when Athos took his hand, finally a touch he actually wanted. He hugged him wordlessly for a long moment.

“I’m perfectly fine. Stop worrying about me. None of this was your fault. Those guys shouldn’t have harassed you and your new friend shouldn’t have taken you there. Or kissed you” he added through somewhat gritted teeth. Athos hadn’t liked witnessing that one bit and it had taken a lot of restraint to not go straight over and knock his teeth down his throat. He’d dealt with the police officers and the men who had touched D’Artagnan were being found as they spoke but Remy would have to wait. Athos would deal with him later.

“It’s okay. You’re safe now” Athos told him, hugging him back tightly. Breathing in his scent and feeling his heart beating against his chest. “Come on, let’s get you into bed. Then I’ll fetch painkillers and we can snuggle if it’ll help” It would help Athos, holding D’Artagnan always helped.

He winced at the comment about the kiss. He knew how he would feel if he saw Athos kissing someone else, and so he felt a pang of guilt over it even though he hadn’t initiated it. At least as far as he knew he wasn’t trying to lead he Cajun man on. He was rather clueless when it came to men like Remy. However there was a small bit of him that had the idea that just maybe he wasn’t so savory to be around. Just maybe he was a criminal with the type of bars he went to. “I wasn’t interested in him you know.” He reassured him out loud in case there was any doubt, but he hoped by now there wasn’t.

D’Artagnan only smiled as he held onto Athos, he was a much more welcome sight than that club. He was glad he’d left out the detail that the big guy who’d started all this had started it in attempt to rape him. Assault was more then enough, he still had a bad taste in the back of his throat from the experience. “I’m okay. I know. I just missed you.” There were plenty of things Athos didn’t need to know about that night for the sake of his health. D’Artagnan released him and nodded. “I still feel grimy. “ He made a face, even though he showered he felt dirty from that place. He didn’t turn down the idea of bed though. Bed sounded fantastic.

Athos knew what sort of person Remy was, he’d seen his sort before. Not criminal but not exactly right to be around, especially not for D’Artagnan. He didn’t want his boyfriend corrupted not when D’Artagnan wouldn’t even realise what was happening. Tonight was a prime example. But he did need to get out in the world, meet people and realise for himself the kind of people they were. Athos had a sinking feeling he was going to have to go to a club. “I know” he reassured D’Artagnan, if he was sure of one thing it was D’Artagnan’s feelings for him.

It was probably good he didn’t tell Athos about the extent of the man’s intentions the mood he was in would mean that he’d try and hunt him down. “I missed you too. I love you” he said letting him go before tilting his head, “If you like I can run you a bath before bed” he offered, wanting D’Artagnan to be comfortable.

The last thing he wanted was for Athos to go hunt the guy down. Knowing he was in jail now was enough, even if he’d suffered for it. D’Artagnan smiled at that reassurance as he drew his fingers affectionately against Athos’ neck as he held onto him.

He only broke the hug so Athos could relax a bit. He was stronger than he looked. He wasn’t going to shatter emotionally over this. He had Athos. He wasn’t alone even if he didn’t say the words of what had been done. “Only if you join me.”

It wasn’t exactly a part of Athos’ life plan but he was a protective guy and D’Artagnan brought that out in him to a degree he’d never experienced before. Not that Athos minded really, he’d do anything for the man standing in front of him.

D’Artagnan was strong, Athos knew that even if it didn’t stop him worrying or mother henning over him. Smiling Athos raised D’Artagnan’s hand to his lips kissing his palm, “I’d love to” he said, “Come, sit down while I sort everything” he instructed. Planning to retrieve the painkillers so D’Artagnan could take them while he prepared the bath.

Despite being a cop, D’Artagnan didn’t really interact with people like Remy terribly often. He only ever did when making an arrest. Maybe Remy was good for him in that sense. If he got to understand those types of people then maybe he would be able to be more cautious about them. For now though he was hesitant in going out again.

That smile only remained at those affectionate kisses. These were welcomed touches. Ones that didn’t leave him in a blurry state of confusion or discomfort. He let his fingertips caress Athos’ cheek as it was drawn close, and he nodded following him. “They tried to prevent me from calling you.” Of course Athos was going to be his first phone call. “I can’t even count the number of times I was called a fag last night.” That part had also been less than fun, but he continued to watch Athos draw the bath. He didn’t want to leave or be left alone.

Athos had learnt a lot about people while training and working for the CIA, all kinds of people and the people they pretended to be. Not many people could fool him or get much past him. It’s what made him good at his job. And wary of people. He would be happy to keep D’Artagnan at home with him but knew they’d have to go out sooner rather than later. It was better than letting D’Artagnan be worried about it.

“They’ll be out of jobs come morning” Athos told him, it sounded almost like a promise. It kind of was. Leaving the water to fill the large tub he moved back to D’Artagnan and wrapped him up in a gentle yet firm embrace, “I’m so sorry” he said, “They aren’t worth thinking about. They’re just small minded, pathetic losers” He pressed a kiss to D’Artagnan’s temple.

“How do you know that?” He knew calling I.A. had been on is own mind all night had he been able to make his phone call. He was almost torn between Athos and the Agency. He wanted them to suffer after what they’d done.

“Fury might like my mug shot though. Managed to flip off the camera. ” He mused at the memory, contently curling into Athos’ welcoming embrace. The man was sweet to him, but last night the unbridled anger he’d seen in him only reinforced that safe feeling he got in his arms. It was a little unnerving seeing how cold he could get in an instant, but also somehow comforting.

“IA are taking care of it. I rang them from the car on the way to collect you. Honestly I think they were just waiting for a reason to get in there” Athos informed him, they were in sync it seemed. Which wasn’t too much of a surprise.

“Yeah? I think he’d love to see it then. It might even become his new phone wallpaper” Athos teased gently. He was ridiculously pleased that seeing him so mad hadn’t made D’Artagnan scared of him. He’d never hurt him, no matter how angry he got. He’d just shown the next level of his protectiveness.

D’Artagnan was impressed. He couldn’t help but be pleased with the news. “They deserve everything that they get then. I’ll make a statement if need be.” It wasn’t often he wanted to see someone lose their jobs, but cops were supposed to be the good guys. These guys were dragging the uniform through the mud. They didn’t deserve to wear the badge.

He knew Athos wasn’t going to hurt him. He hadn’t doubted that for a minute. Even in the dreams when Athos was angry, he hadn’t. He had a bit of warning there as to what it would be like when Athos got upset, so he wasn’t scared off. He laughed at that and leaned up to kiss him gently. “We shouldn’t let it get cold.” He slipped away from him to undress. He really did want to feel less disgusting. Water helped that greatly. However when he did pull away his pants finally there were several marks on his hips from fingernails where he’d been forcefully grabbed at that he hadn’t seen in the dark.

"They certainly do" Athos agreed, "I'll make contact later and let them know" he said with a nod. He knew D'Artagnan would be happy to know it was being handled. Athos had to admit it helped him to know they wouldn't be wandering the streets anymore.

"You're right" he said slipping some extra bubble bath into the water before removing his shirt. Glancing at D’Artagnan to see if he needed a hand his eyes fell to his hips. Reaching out a hand he stilled his boyfriend’s movements, "Baby" he breathed, tracing gentle fingertips over the marks. "That man is going to regret touching you every day for the rest of his life" Athos would personally guarantee it.

He would let Sharon know too. She would be more than pleased they were finally going to get justice for their actions. When Athos stopped his hands he looked down to see what he was looking at, and drew in a breath. “It’s okay. Really, I’m okay.” His tone was a little shaky now though as he remembered the assault. “You should see his face, I think it’s worse off.” That had been his snapping point and what had lead to the fight.

The marks were still a little tender but he didn’t shy away from him. He only closed his eyes as if to block them out. That was honestly what was making him feel the most grimey, the fact that he’d been violated like that.

Yes Sharon should know, it would be some reassurance to know their corrupt department was being taken care of. Athos was just saddened it had taken so long and that Sharon and D'Artagnan had needed to endure it so long.

Athos kissed his lips tenderly, "Good boy. That's my spirited D'Artagnan" he whispered against his lips before kneeling in front of him. Placing lips gently over the marks he kissed the pale marked skin. Trying to wipe away the bad feelings left behind with the love he held now.

D’Artagnan watched him carefully. He’d half expected to see that anger he’d seen only hours ago and yet was met with nothing but warmth. He returned the gentle kiss, wincing just slightly at the contact with his split lip but it was worth it.

He shivered some at the gentle touch of lips against his flesh, a chuckle escaped him. “Honestly don’t need to worry so much.” But he did want to wash up more. There was a bit of a lingering side effect Maybe a bath with Athos would make it better. He fingertips toyed with Athos’ hair as they often did when the man lowered to kiss his skin so intimately. “Waters getting cold..”He said dumbly, though really he didn’t mind more of what Athos was doing. He didn’t move despite what he’d said. “I just didn’t want you to worry..” He didn’t have any intention of telling him about the marks. Not just yet anyway.

Oh Athos wa angry but not at D’Artagnan and it was his boyfriend who needed him right now. He’d take his anger out on the bastard who’d touched him later. That much was a definite. Men like that needed to realise people who said no meant it.

“I worry” Athos said against his skin, “It’s a thing” he said before standing and helping D’Artagnan into the tub before slipping in carefully behind him. Wrapping his strong arms around his love, “I worry more if you aren’t honest with me D’Artagnan” he said softly, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck and shoulder. “You can tell me anything you know”

The warm water helped him relax as Athos wrapped his arms around him. He rested his cheek against his chest and frowned. “The man who assaulted me..”He paused for a moment as the water settled around them,his hair pushed back a bit behind his ears so not to get soaked. “He wanted to rape me. I told him to let me go and he refused.”His brows furrowed some as he explained, not making eye contact with Athos.”He kept touching me after I told him to stop. I didn’t..”He took a shaky breath as the water touched the injury “I didn’t touch any of those men. I didn’t want them to touch me either.”

He had only been dancing. He knew his boundaries unlike them. “He groped me, and I punched him for it. “ He didn’t want Athos to worry, but he was also embarrassed at being manhandled like that. It was hard for him to talk about. “He tried to pull me off while one of his guys was holding Remy back. I could barely move.” He’d had so much liquor it was a miracle the man hadn’t actually done much beyond groping.

Athos kept his arms around D’Artagnan as he spoke, his muscles flexed a couple of times during the story but he didn’t move. Focused on maintaining his breathing even as his anger bubbled once more. It was probably good he hadn’t known the extent of the story when he’d picked up D’Artagnan since nothing would have stopped him from beating the guy to a pulp. In truth he still wanted to.

“You did well love” Athos told him, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there. But I’m proud of you and I’m so glad you’re okay” he whispered, resting his face in D’Artagnan’s neck. His hands stroked D’Artagnan’s skin softly and comfortingly.

That was part of what D’Artagnan worried about when telling him the story. He didn’t want Athos to go after the guy, especially not in this condition when he worried about him already. He was hurt, he didn’t need to be doing that sort of thing. Besides that, D’Artagnan had his pride. Right about now it was hurting some having to tell that much of the story.

“I feel disgusting.” That wasn’t how he’d wanted to remember the night, Most of it he’d felt the opposite. Remy had made him feel sexy and wanted, but now memories of the guy twice his size tainted that. He closed his eyes to block any emotion that attempted to escape them as he shifted some to hide his face against Athos’ chest. “You are?” He didn’t really get why, all he’d done was get himself assaulted.

Athos didn’t want D’Artagnan to feel bad for having to tell him the story but he did know he was right in having held it back. Athos may not want to admit it but he wasn’t fit for fighting right now. His hand was healing but it would be a few more weeks until he was back to his previous level. Rest really was helping and he’d be back at work in a week.

“Hey now” Athos said, stroking his hair, “You’re clean and far away from him now. Don’t let him win” Athos kissed the top of D’Artagnan’s head when he pressed it into his chest. “Because you fought back, you didn’t give in, you knew he was wrong and despite everything being against you, you stood up for yourself. You are one of the strongest and bravest people I’ve ever known”



It was hard not to feel gross after all that, but the fact that Athos still wanted to touch him seemed to be helping. If he’d pulled away, D’Artagnan might have only felt more embarrassed rather than just a little pride hurt.

“I know I just..” He didn’t know how to let it go. If it hadn’t been for the hot water he might have been a bit more worse off. He didn’t want to remember those hands on him, but he did. For a moment he was just quiet, Athos’ gentle touches were soothing. “I don’t understand why.” The why was harder he knew that but he couldn’t figure out why he was hated for being this way. “I didn’t do all that much.” But still the comment made him smile shyly, he looked up to settle a bit more comfortably on top of Athos. Part of him wanted to be touched, but the other just wanted to forget for a while. So he settled for comfort rather than sexy time. He really wasn’t feeling all that sexy at the moment anyway even as the bubbles swirled about. “I love you.” No matter how some people felt about him, it didn’t change how he felt about Athos. One of his hands found the others and tangled with it gently.

Athos knew it wasn’t a simple thing to not feel violated after an incident like that and it wouldn’t happen straight away but he hoped that with help D’Artagnan would be able to move on without too much emotional stress. Of course he still wanted to touch him, he’d never pull away especially over something like this which hadn’t been his fault at all.

He would stop the touches if D’Artagnan seemed distressed by them but it seemed to be having the opposite effect so he continued. They were soft, gentle and held no expectation other than to offer comfort. “All it takes for some men is to see an attractive guy having a good time” Athos said, “You have every right to drink, dance and enjoy yourself, this wasn’t your fault in any way” Comfort was something Athos could and would offer, sexy time was far from his mind. “I love you too” he replied stroking his fingers.

D’Artagnan was far from turned off by the gentle fingers, in fact it seemed to calm his nerve. He wasn’t easily emotionally scarred so Athos wouldn’t need to worry there. He could talk about it, even though it took some prodding so he would be fine. He closed his eyes for a few moments in exhaustion. He was far more traumatized by what had happened at the station than anything else.

He rested his cheek against Athos’ shoulder and sighed, finally starting to relax. The tension in his body beginning to visibly fade. “In theory I know all this. I’ve told people this. But then it actually happens and it’s damn hard to get out of my head.” D’Artagnan smiled at those words. He needed to hear them after that awful night in jail. The fight itself had been fun, the dancing had been fun, it was mostly jail that had ruined it. “I don’t think clubs are my scene.”

Talking about it was definitely a good sign and Athos was taking comfort that although it was hard D’Artagnan was able to do it. After the bath and once they were snuggled up in bed he knew exhaustion would take over and his boyfriend should get a good nights sleep. Which was really what he needed.

“That’s understandable” Athos assured him, “It’s always easier to be the one offering advice than the one who needs to implement it” If it would help him Athos would tell D’Artagnan he was loved as often as he wanted. “Maybe it’s not clubs in general, maybe it was just that one” Athos suggested, “Your friend perhaps picked the wrong one for a first club”

It would always help to hear those words. Just being with Athos made him feel much better already. After the bath he looked much less stressed. He felt less disgusting, and Athos had a lot to do with that. He curled up with him in the blankets and enjoyed the feeling of his presence there. “It’s ridiculous. I don’t even know..It all just happened so fast. I think those dreams may have helped though. I couldn’t even think at the time, but I still had the ability to react. I don’t think dream me thinks much at all when it comes to fighting. I generally don’t either, but I still have to think about the skills sometimes.” He admitted with a shrug.

His eyes were half closed already as he rambled on about the dreams, his body seemed far less tense from the warm water. He laced one of his hands with Athos’ own again. “I never thought I’d be on the receiving end of handcuffs. At least not that way.” He mused allowed in exhaustion, totally unaware of how it came off.

Being with D’Artagnan soothed Athos too, the boy was like a balm to his soul and he was always able to relax when he had his arms around him. Curled up together in bed was rather wonderful and staying like this forever wouldn’t be a bad thing in his opinion. He listened to D’Artagnan talk and continued to move his hand in soothing motions on his skin. “The dreams help us more than we realise sometimes, I’m rather thankful they’re giving you a boost to your natural abilities”

Holding D’Artagnan’s hand he stroked his thumb over his. “You had another way in mind?” Athos couldn’t resist asking, slight amusement and curiosity in his tone.

“Think I might have been too drunk to do anything before..” He didn’t want to think about what that would have been like. Especially now that he was entirely comfortable. He didn’t want to ruin it by thinking negative things like that. So he grinned at the second comment instead. “I never thought about it before now, but they could be fun in..other places. Here for example.” He commented offhandedly as if it were the most normal thing in the world. He didn’t even have any idea that sort of kink was in his mind. But there it was.

Athos tightened his arms around him but said nothing, happy to let that train of thought not continue anymore. Had anything more happened to D’Artagnan then Athos knew his rage would have been off the scale and heads would have rolled. So he followed his boyfriends lead and focused on the other part of their conversation. “That definitely has the potential for fun” he agreed, “Something we should explore in future maybe” Athos had no idea D’Artagnan had such kinky ideas in him but certainly wasn’t against it.

“We do both have quite a few pairs of them lying around..I’m sure housekeeping already thinks we have a kink.” He snickered at the poor person who came in to clean up for them. That was a nice little perk of hotel life, they didn’t have to worry about cleaning up as much. He let his fingertips toy affectionately with Athos’ chest as he felt those strong arms tighten on him. It was comforting. The fact that the touch didn’t scare him away meant only good things. He hadn’t been too mentally traumatized by the assault, and he would be able to move on fairly quickly.

“Probably. The young dark haired girl does blush everytime she sees one of us” Athos commented. It had taken him longer to get used to somebody coming in and cleaning. He was used to doing it himself and having his things moved or touched didn’t sit well with him. D’Artagnan’s touch was comforting too. Athos was pleased that there didn’t seem to be too much emotional trauma from the night. D’Artagnan was strong and becoming more practical which went in his favour at times like this.

“She wouldn’t even make eye contact with me on the elevator the other day.” D’Artagnan bounced back from most things fairly quickly. Probably an advantage to being young. It would take a great deal more than that to mentally scar him. And the fact that Athos hadn’t left his side since the incident had helped. D’Artagnan liked the housekeeping, he never was terribly good with cleanup or household chores. His fingertip gently drew down Athos’ toned chest.

“Maybe she thinks we’d drag her into our den of depravity” Athos teased with a slight grin, finding the whole idea rather amusing. Athos wouldn’t leave his side, as soon as he’d set eyes on him outside the station his instincts had been simply to love and protect. He was a rather simply creature when it came to such things. A slight shiver travelled through Athos as D’Artagnan toyed on his chest and he smiled indulgently at him.

“Must be it.” He laughed at that again and leaned upward to kiss him gently. His lip still hurt, but it was a good kind of pain when it came to kissing Athos. He didn’t mind the sting at all. “Clearly we’re just here to corrupt her.” He said just above his lips. There was no hesitancy in his touch. Nothing to suggest the memory of the night was going to remain with him. He was glad the dirty feeling wasn’t a lasting effect. The bath and Athos had helped. It took two showers, but he was already feeling more like himself then he had all night.

Athos returned the kiss carefully, not wanting to cause pain but also not wanting to deny D’Artagnan either. The younger man was obviously fine with it. “Mmm clearly” he laughed, honestly people were fools if they thought for a moment that Athos was the type to share. He really wasn’t. He was possessive and jealous, something D’Artagnan himself was too. Neither of them were the sharing kind. His boyfriend was definitely acting more like himself which cheered Athos.

When Remy had kissed him, for a moment he’d been confused what it meant; but he knew it hadn’t meant he had feelings for the man. His eyes were only for Athos. He was loyal, so Athos really had nothing to worry about when it came to his love. His loyalty was a thing that carried over from the dream him. Athos was everything to him. D’Artagnan yawned as the kiss parted, struggling to stay awake any longer.

Athos knew D’Artagnan loved him and would never betray him. He knew that as certainly as he knew he would never stray either. But that didn’t mean a certain cajun wouldn’t be on the receiving end of a few choice words of warning. Stroking his loves hair Athos pressed a kiss to it, “Sleep D’Artagnan” he whispered.

He didn’t take much convincing. Within just a few moments he was out cold. Athos’ comforting embrace helped him to sleep a dream free night. He barely even moved he was so exhausted.