Who:D'Artagnan and Athos What:6th month anniversary When:October 13th Where:Their home Rating:NC-17. It's an anniversary~ STATUS:complete.
Athos had thought a lot about what to do for their six month anniversary. Proposing was out of the question especially given how D’Artagnan had reacted to being called a wife. That would take a little more time he felt. But he couldn’t let it pass without doing something ridiculously romantic, after all D’Artagnan did bring out his romantic side a lot. In the end he had gone for simple but meaningful, at least he hoped that was how D’Artagnan would see it.
He’d set a pathway of candle leading from their house to the beach ending at a table set for two. He’d hired a waiter to bring their meal out to them and once dessert was served they would be on their own. He’d made sure the food consisted of all D’Artagnan’s favourites and ordered in champagne.
He left a note for D’Artagnan at the house telling him to follow the trail and was now standing by the table waiting for him to arrive.
D’Artagnan had gotten home from work, not even realizing what the occasion was. He was crap with dates. Worse than that really. When it came to birthdays and things he had them all written out in his phone and had set his phone to remind him. Someone had once told him that was because he was young, dates weren’t a thing he worried about. Time itself seemed eternal.
He put his laptop bag down on the kitchen table and looked around for Athos. “Athos?” He called into the living room and started toward the doors that lead to it. At the end of the kitchen table though, that note caught his eye. “Follow the trail?” He read aloud with a raised eyebrow and looked toward the door that lead down to the beach.
Of course he followed it and let it lead him down toward the beautifully decorated scene. “Athos..what is this?” Awe in his tone, everything looked incredible.
Athos couldn’t help chuckling a little, he had known D’Artagnan wouldn’t remember the significance of today. But he didn’t mind at all. Stepping closer he said, “This is just a little thing in honor of the fact that six months ago today we shared our first kiss in a hotel room in San Francisco” he said, taking D’Artagnan in his arms and kissing him softly.
When they parted he smiled, “Do you like it?” he asked, only realising now that he was actually slightly nervous. That happened rarely for him. How strange.
For a moment he almost felt bad he hadn’t remembered, but Athos didn’t seem bothered in the least by his forgetfulness. He was smiling again. “Has it been that long? Only feels so much shorter.” D’Artagnan let Athos pull him in, and he returned that gentle kiss. He could nearly feel his eyes threaten to go all misty as he pulled away to look at him incredulously.
“I love it. This is amazing. I can’t believe you did all this.” Part of him wanted pictures, but the other was far too wrapped up in the moment to be bothered to take any. His hands squeezed affectionately at Athos’s own.
Athos didn’t mind at all, he knew most people probably didn’t even do anything for a six month anniversary. He was just a silly romantic over this boy. “Mmm I know. So much has happened since then too” he said.
“I’m glad you like it. I think you’ll like the food too” he smiled relaxing as D’Artagnan squeezed his hand and he kissed him once more before leading him over to the table and pulling out the chair so he could sit then sat opposite him. “Champagne?” he said lifting the bottle from the ice bucket.
He had no idea what people did or didn’t do. He’d never been in a serious relationship like this. D’Artagnan was just glad he hadn’t let it go by. Not with the way this beautiful scene had turned out. He looked at everything, a warmth in his eyes and emotion on his face. He was overwhelmed by it all, but in the most amazing way.
The brunette returned the kiss warmly as he was led to a chair and finally released his hand. “Please. If I’d known all this was going on I’d have gotten a little more dressed up..” He didn’t mind dressing up for the right people, Athos was definitely the right people. “How long have you been thinking about this, it looks like you put a lot of effort into it love.” The little candles set the mood, the beach was practically private. Rarely did anyone come down to their side, he supposed it was because it appeared private due to the house not far away. He had no complaints there. In fact it just opened more possibilities after.
“You are absolutely perfect as you are” Athos assured him, pressing a button on a control near his glass which would alert the waiter to bring their starters out in a few moments. He poured the champagne into their glasses, “I might have had the initial idea about a month ago” he admitted, “I wanted to do something to show how special you are to me and how much it means that you’re here”
D’Artagnan only smiled a little brighter at that comment. Anymore so and he might hurt his face by smiling. Athos brought that out in him. Whenever he was around the man he was happy. Even Remy’s comment about never kissing anyone else hadn’t scared him away. He didn’t wake up wanting to kiss anyone else. He really didn’t see why that was bad to the red head. “You do that all the time, this is just a bonus.” D’Artagnan teased gently as he gave Athos’s hand a little squeeze again before letting it go. “Nobody has ever done anything like this for me before. But then..I guess I’ve never really been in a relationships like this before either.”
Athos was extremely glad that Remy’s comments hadn’t scared D’Artagnan away, he only hoped the conversation he’d had with the other man had actually had an impact and he’d watch what he said in future. But he was glad he had really, hoping it had allowed D’Artagnan to digest the idea of marriage. He smiled, “Well I have to make it perfect, can’t leave you wanting for anything else” he teased gently.
It had. D’Artagnan had often found himself wondering what certain situations might be like if they were married, and honestly the thought this time around hadn’t terrified him away. At the same time he was very grateful Athos wasn’t being pushy about it. He needed the time to work it out in his head so it didn’t cause him to tense up at the mere idea of it all. The brunette was impressed with everything Athos had done. He sipped a the wine and watched as food began to arrive. Athos really had paid attention. Everything that was being brought out to them was something he knew and loved. “You truly are a romantic aren’t you?” Everything had been worked out to it’s finest detail.
One thing Athos would never do was push. He wanted D’Artagnan to be able to, hopefully, accept his proposal without worry. So he would wait until he thought the other man was ready. Smiling Athos shrugged a little, “Just don’t tell everyone” he said.. D’Artagnan brought out his romantic, protective side and Athos couldn’t really say he minded. Their meal passed well with easy chat and playful laughter. Once they had finished dessert and the champagne Athos held out his hand, “Take a walk with me” he requested.
And that seemed to be the thing that differed between him and the dream Athos. That version of him was much more pushy and unhappy. He loved that his Athos could smile and be carefree. He didn’t carry the same weight. D’Artagnan decided to remove his shoes, they were on a beach after all. The sand was warm even at night. He stood and took Athos’s hand. “It’s all sort of like a dream. Where we don’t end up shot or stabbed or anything.” He said with a laugh as he walked by his side and let his fingers tangle with the other man’s own.
Athos couldn’t help but be glad the weight he carried here wasn’t weighing as heavily as the dreams. He could see the difference himself and while he was still quiet he wasn’t unhappy. Quite the opposite. D’Artagnan’s effect was similar in both reality and dreams, he helped lighten Athos though here it was far more romantic than the dreams.
“That’s the good sort of dream” he said linking their fingers as they walked closely together along the beach, “I may sometimes miss the action and adventure but I don’t miss the near misses with death”
He was glad he had such an effect on him. He didn’t mind the quiet, so long as it was a content quiet. Athos deserved to be happy, and he felt the same way about the one in the dreams. He only wished he could help him too. Somehow he knew it wasn’t going to be so simple though.
D’Artagnan enjoyed walking with him, and the gentle breeze. The beach had a calming effect on him, or maybe it was the man beside him. He was just content on all levels at the moment. “Mhm. The adventure does sort of make any job here pale doesn’t it?” He’d had a hard time at first accepting the Agency wasn’t going to be like being a Musketeer. Nothing really was. “They feel like memories now.” He didn’t quite know how else to describe it, rather than dreams they felt like a part of him.
Most quiet moments with them were contentedly quiet moments. There was hardly ever any awkwardness between them which they were extremely grateful for. Athos here was definitely happier than the version of him in the dreams.
“It does. I miss the horse riding too, we should do that sometime” he suggested. If they couldn’t get the right feeling from their job then maybe they could find it in other ways. “Mmm I’m glad it hasn’t really happened though, I prefer my own past to dream me’s one”
“I don’t miss the horse smell though.” He grinned at him as he nudged into him occasionally while they walked just to tease him a bit. “I remember a particular dream where Treville made me muck stables for speaking out against him for a week.” He made a face. “But that sounds like a fun idea. I think we’d probably be rather good.” He didn’t mean to brag of course, but just based on the memories and muscle memories they’d gained from their dreams they had to be. They spent a great deal of time on horses after all.
D’Artagnan looked out over the dark water, and then back at Athos. “Maybe he’ll find someone to help him too. I hope he does.” He gave his hand a gentle squeeze and stopped him from walking for a moment to kiss him gently. “You know, this is practically a private beach.” He added suggestively and gave him a grin just above his lips, nipping at the bottom one playfully.
Athos laughed, “Is it weird that I do?” he teased before squeezing D’Artagnan’s hand. “I think we’d be great. So maybe we should make that a date huh? I have visions of us riding along the beach at sunset” he winked.
“I hope so too. You help you know, not in the same way as you do here but he cares about you” Athos said before returning the kiss, wrapping his arms around D’Artagnan. “Mmm so we do” he smiled against his lips as his hands slid down to cup D’Artagnan’s ass, “I hope you don’t mind sand too much”
“I’m sure we can find you some stables to clean.” He gave him a challenging grin. “I like that idea.” Remy had mentioned it once before, but he hadn’t done it with him just yet. He’d been hoping Athos would first actually, and now he had. “I think we can make those happen.” He brushed his free hand against Athos’s cheek as he kissed him again gently.
“So long as it isn’t water, I don’t care.” He grinned at that touch but then eyed all the sand. ‘’Maybe we should at least get a towel from the house? Or wait.” He kissed him and left him standing there for a moment, running back toward the now clean table, and grabbing at the table cloth instead. The idea of pure sand didn’t strike him as very comfortable at all, but the table cloth could serve as a makeshift blanket. It would be large enough to keep most of the sand away. The wind wasn’t terribly strong either. He returned a few minutes later, holding up the item and catching his breath for a moment. “Should help.”
“It’s a date then” Athos said, “I’ll sort it all out” He’d been considering suggesting they have a regular date night where they did things like movies, eating out, the usual date kind of thing. This seemed like a good start.
Athos chuckled, “No water. Wet sand would be very uncomfortable” he grinned. He waited when D’Artagnan asked him to and was impressed when he returned with the table cloth. “My boyfriend the absolute genius” he said before pulling him close to kiss him deeply before he spread the tablecloth on the sand making sure they wouldn’t be obviously seen by any passerby. “Care to let me ravish you on the beach?” he asked holding out his hand.
He liked being out with him. He really didn’t care much where they went so long as they were together. It wasn’t very often they went out, both could get quite comfortable at home. He didn’t want to get so comfortable though that they didn’t try new things. He didn’t want to be that old couple at only six months. “I can’t wait.” He was glad he’d get to do that with Athos. He’d been wanting to a while.
Sand in general didn’t sound appealing when he thought twice of it. That was the reasoning behind his new idea here. The wait staff had already cleaned the table cloth so it would do just well enough for them. “Here I thought you didn’t share.” The potential idea of being caught was thrilling, but at the same time they weren’t terribly far from their home. Not many people lurked around their small strip of beach, especially not this hour. Ideas were powerful things though, he returned the kiss, his tongue brushing Athos’s lip teasingly before he pulled away to get that blanket ready. “What’d I tell you, flattery will get you everywhere...” He replied softly, fingers tangling with Athos’s own again.
Athos was glad too. He liked being at home with D'Artagnan but since Stark's party he'd been thinking more and more about taking his boyfriend places. Enjoying being together out and about even if it was just to a bar or the movies, it would be nice.
"Nobody gets to touch you but I have to admit it is rather an exciting thought that we could be seen. They can be jealous I get to have you all to myself" he said somewhat possessively. He watched D’Artagnan before reaching for him to tug him down to their makeshift blanket, "Then come here and let me touch you everywhere" he almost growled as he went to work opening his shirt as they kissed again.
Athos ought to know by now that wherever he went, of course D’Artagnan wanted to go. They’d been together so long now, but still Athos was the one he wanted to spend all his time with. That part hadn’t grown old on him. Never would.
He grinned up at him as Athos worked at his shirt. “Mm but they might try.” He teased him gently, of course nobody sane would dare try even if they were caught. Athos might actually have to kill them. His skin shivered in anticipation as his chest was exposed to the cool air. His own hands reaching to pull at Athos’s as well.
He did know that since Athos wanted to be wherever D’Artagnan was too but sometimes it was just nice to get that reassurance. He liked the idea of a date night with D’Artagnan, he’d make sure they did some fun stuff together.
“They’d soon learn” he replied with a predatory smile, kissing D’Artagnan’s chest as he unwrapped him. “You’re mine” he said against his neck as he placed kisses and little hickeys along the skin there.
D’Artagnan’s rational thought left him. Athos’s teeth tended to have that effect. He released a sharp gasp of pleasure as he raked his nails against the back of his neck. They still had work in the morning, it was going to be fun trying to figure out how to conceal them later. But that was later. Now there was an amazing man on top of him to worry about pleasing instead. He felt that wonderfully fuzzy sensation, the one that had scared him in the beginning of their relationship away from letting go and just giving in to urges. Now he wasn’t so scared anymore. He tilted his head to give him more room.
Athos knew some of the effect he had on D’Artagnan and used it to his advantage, he wasn’t even thinking about work the next day. He just wanted to mark D’Artagnan, to claim him, his lover seemed to bring out the more baser of Athos’ instincts. Not that either of them had any complaints so far. Smiling against his skin Athos continued licking and marking D’Artagnan’s neck and chest, sucked a mark onto his collarbone whilst his hands roamed the rest of his body.
Oh he had no complaints at all. Only sounds of encouragement as his fingertips drew lazy shapes against Athos’s spine. He moaned under those skillful lips. Said fingertips gripped Athos’s skin to hold him close, leaving small marks against it. He sighed contently at the ticklish sensation of his tongue and watched him through a half lidded gaze. Athos’s name murmured softly from his lips in pleasure.
Each and every noise and movement was stored away in Athos’ mind, he loved causing them. Knowing it was his touches alone doing that to D’Artagnan as the younger man left marks of his own on Athos’ skin. Smiling he let his tongue and then teeth drag over his nipple, as his fingers teased the other one.
Everything seemed more sensitive to the touch. He knew Athos knew him by now, but there was also that added thrill of the potential of being caught that just made it more exciting somehow. In the back of his mind he knew they were still somewhat close to their home, so it wasn’t likely, and yet the possibility existed. That alone was enough to drive his imagination. He moaned as his back arched ever slightly in pleasure. It was all perfect. He couldn’t have been happier. His hand caressed his skin in various lazy shapes. “You’re amazing know that?” He managed between attempts to keep his breathing in check.
The idea that they might be caught on the beach, no matter how remote that chance might be, was definitely adding a heightened feeling all around. It felt rather naughty but Athos had to admit he rather liked it. He felt more daring with D’Artagnan, more willing to embrace new ideas. Especially ones like these. Smiling Athos moved to look down at him, “Not as amazing as you” he said dropping a kiss to his lips.
The sand was far less intrusive now that they had a blanket too. He could enjoy it more without the stinging sensation he imagined raw sand on sensitive skin might bring. His nails left small marks along Athos’s back though not enough to cause pain, but enough to leave his own mark on him he hoped anyway. He returned the kiss, his lips parting to deepen it. That hand that had toyed with his back slid down to his waistline to pull at the top buttons of his pants. It was a little harder with one hand, but he still made an effort. He managed to thumb apart said buttons. Dark eyes watched him intently. If he had it his way there would be far more things like this.
Using the tablecloth really had been a stroke of genius and Athos was very happy they’d found a way to stop the sand, at least for a while. They didn’t want that getting in certain places, it would lead to rather painful outcomes. Athos didn’t mind if there was a little pain, he liked that D’Artagnan marked him too. More things like this would be very welcome, Athos was already a fan. Moving his own hands to D’Artagnan’s waist he undid his pants and slipped a hand inside cupping him gently.
One day he'd figure out what sort of other kinks Athos had. He may have been too much of a gentlemen to discuss them but that didn't mean he didn't have any. D’Artagnan had quite a few apparently. This being one of them. He made a sound of pleasure to encourage him on as he continued to work at his pants. Finally he managed to nudge them down a bit beyond his hips and grinned up at him. "Harder one handed." He spoke between breaths that were a little ragged.
Athos had a few, which D’Artagnan would no doubt find but for now he was perfectly happy with what they were doing. More than happy in fact. He was also looking forward to discovering all the things that turned D’Artagnan on, this being quite the revelation. “I’m impressed, such a clever man” Athos whispered against his skin as he slowly pumped D’Artagnan’s cock in his hand. “You definitely deserve a reward” he added with a smirk sucking a nipple into his mouth as his thumb ran over his cock head.
Remy had mentioned a few he didn't even know existed. Since then he couldn't help but be interested in finding them out. What they were doing of course was perfect, but he wanted to be a good boyfriend and figure out what lurked in Athos's mind. "I-" his voice was cut off as Athos's hand went to work and a gentle reddish tint lit his cheeks. For him all this was new, everything Athos did caused a reaction. So far all of the things he chose had caused a very positive one. Words escaped his mind as the buds of flesh hardened under his lips.
Athos would happily help D’Artagnan discover as much as he wanted to, even he didn’t know everything so discovering things together could be fun. He’d considered bringing up the idea of them watching porn together but hadn’t been sure. Maybe he would now, knowing how much this was turning his boyfriend on. D’Artagnan’s instinctive and natural reactions to everything was such a turn on and sitting back a little Athos kissed his way down that beautiful body. Lips and tongue teasing all the way.
It didn't take long under that hand for him to get hard. He was having trouble focusing on anything anymore. Rational thought was all but gone. Porn wasn’t a thing he'd normally think of but if Athos wanted to he'd try it. He was open to exploring things. He was glad Athos hadn't decided this was too much for him. The thrill of it all was causing anything Athos did to have nearly a triple effect on him pleasure wise. His body practically trembled from pleasure. "Athos please. " He wanted to feel more of him.
Ironically Athos had only thought of porn when he’d seen a stack of it on a raid at a drug dealers house a couple of weeks before. It had the potential to be fun anyway. Athos was glad he’d decided to go with this too, D’Artagnan was even more responsive and it was causing Athos’ excitement to increase. Smiling he moved to tug D’Artagnan’s pants and underwear off leaving him naked on their makeshift blanket, “Tell me D’Artagnan” he breathed as he moved up to whisper in his ear, “Tell me what you want”
D’Artagnan might be amused by it if Athos ever decides to tell him these things. For now though he was too distracted by the man on top of him. He felt the warm breath against his ear, and heard that low tone in his ear. “I want you.” His head tilted just slightly as Athos came near, he could probably feel the heat radiating from his cheeks at that point. Having to say the words. “Fuck me” His fingertips grasped at the blanket with a slight embarrassment. He didn’t know if that was the right term, or if he should have gone with something less crude. He was naked in public, less crude wasn’t a thing he could really think of right now.
He’d tell him eventually, he usually did tell him what was on his mind even if it wasn’t immediately. D’Artagnan didn’t need to feel embarrassed, his words were perfect and Athos loved them. “Always” he whispered before kissing him again then moving back down D’Artagnan’s body. He hadn’t thought to bring lube out here so he’d just have to prepare his boyfriend the old fashioned way and he smiled to himself as he lowered his head to lap at his hole.
He watched Athos move down and felt his stomach tensing in anticipation. He hadn't thought to bring lube either of course so for a few moments he worried the next bit may be uncomfortable for a while, but he wasn't able to worry long under Athos 's touch. He groaned in pleasure and his hands gripped the tablecloth. For a few moments he held his breath and chewed at his lip.
Athos stroked D’Artagnan’s thighs and cock as he licked him, getting him wet, ready and relaxed. Pulling back after a while he smiled at D’Artagnan, stroking his own cock and using the pre-come to lubricate it. “Ready babe?” he asked huskily, incredibly turned on from the act he’d just done.
D’Artagnan shivered in pleasure as Athos’s actions only aroused him further. It was almost overwhelming but in the best way. He was so loving and gentle, there was no way the brunette could worry much despite not having lube. They had to have done it this way in the past without it hurting. He was fairly confident he felt wet enough for it not to. He nodded. “Mmhm. Do it.” His dark eyes watching Athos lovingly, his hand moving to caress his cheek and slide down to rest on his shoulder.
Athos knew enough to make it not painful for D’Artagnan, it would be tighter and they’d both feel it more than usual but it shouldn’t hurt. Not really. Smiling down at him Athos stroked his thighs before pushing into him slowly and carefully. He breathed out as he did so, moving forward with his hips so he could kiss D’Artagnan as he slid home. He’d been right, it was tighter but still felt good.
At first he held his breath, but finally when things got settled he was able to breathe normally again. It wasn’t as uncomfortable as he thought it might be. He returned that kiss, his hand sliding through Athos’s hair affectionately at the back of his neck. He seemed to loosen up some as he got used to the feeling. It wasn’t bad at all now. He clung to Athos gently. Rational thought gone from the world. Even concerns of the world around them gone, he no longer cared if anyone did happen by. Athos was his world.
Athos moved slowly, feeling D’Artagnan relax into it before he increased the pace and depth of his thrusts. When their kiss broke he brushed his lips along D’Artagnan’s cheekbones, jawline, neck, wherever he could - breath coming out in pants against the others skin. “D’Artagnan” he gasped, “Love you”
His own breathing was also ragged, his eyes closed as he tilted his neck to give Athos more room. It wouldn't be long now. Everything had gone perfect, dinner, sunset, and now ending the evening in his lovers arms. He couldn't have been happier. "Love you more." His voice a barely audible whisper against his ear.