Round 3

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Mini!fill - Monsieur A ; Warning for dub-con

[mandoa]

A/N: Warning for dub-con, as by modern standards, Athos is not sober enough to properly consent. Sorry that the actual sex was sort of short? Hope that OP doesn't mind...

These are his favorite nights at Madame Angéle’s. It is always at a late hour, once the sun has already set and most Parisians are seeking their beds if they have not already reached them. A letter will have come in earlier in the afternoon, in that particular refined, curling script. Didier is not supposed to keep things from his patrons, but he always manages to take those letters from Madame, tracing along the fine script and looped lines requesting him for the evening.

He will spend the rest of the day preparing, scrubbing himself very clean, careful that no trace of rouge or powder is left on his face, careful to comb through his bright blond curls until they rest just so. Didier cleans and decorates his room more than he would for any other patron, using only his finest candles and the best of his perfumes. Last, of course, he is careful to set out one of the establishment’s finest bottles of wine, straight from the cellar.

Monsieur A, as he is known, always arrives well into his cups. It does not seem to affect his manner, much, but it is still obvious in the languid slowness of his movements, and the scent of wine in his breath. Even so, he is always polite, bowing neatly to Madame Angéle at the door, careful not to track the mud on his boots into their entryway, and always neet to hang up his cloak, hat, and kit near the door, in a special locked cupboard reserved for their more… distinguished guests. Once, Didier saw him politely maneuver his way between Viviane and an unpleasant guest, so politely and unobtrusively that the pig was quite surprised to suddenly find himself standing outside the establishment with his hat in hand as the door slammed into his face.

He always dresses modestly, though the make of his clothing shows a quality more often seen in fineries that one might see at court. And oh, is Monsieur handsome. His deep blue eyes, are still pools, his hair is a beautiful brown, slightly curled, with a soft fringe to frame his heat-shaped face. The scruff of a beard on his chin, always neatly trimmed, and the one time Didier had made him smile, his eyes were crinkles with the most beautiful laughter lines.

And Monsieur’s body, oh sweet mother, his body. The dusting of hair on his chest, tracing down to his navel and beyond. Yes, there were many scars upon his skin; every night he visited, Didier would make it his mission to find and lathe affection upon each and every one of them. The muscles underneath that skin, sleek and strong. His figure was perfect. Didier envied that figure, the trim shape, those broad shoulders, with very little pudginess along his body. When God created Adam, Didier is certain He created this man.

Didier does not entirely understand why a man such as Monsieur comes to visit Madame Angéle’s. It cannot be for his inclinations alone, for there are other establishments—salons, even—that cater to such tastes, and a man with Monsieur’s refinement would be welcome. But he will not complain, nor say a word, he enjoys Monsieur’s patronage too much. Perhaps he even loves the man, though that would be a terrible mistake.

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Monsieur A always starts the evening quietly. He settles down for several more glasses of wine, though it is clear that he has well-imbibed already. Didier always pours his glass, wearing only his finest shirt. He knows the candlelight shines right through the linen. After the fourth glass, Monsieur will finally offer out his hand, and spread his legs just the right amount to invite Didier to sit in his lap. One more glass, and Monsieur would shift to the bed, splaying his legs wide so that Didier could undo his and buttons laces and start to slide off his breeches.

Monsieur would reach a hand out again, for another glass, the other twining into Didier’s hair and tugging him gently up for a slow kiss. He is always slow as he explored Didier’s mouth, chasing down the last traces of the mint he would always chew before Monsieur came to visit. He would devour., languid and commanding, as though he were a king, with all the time in the world to linger on this particular pleasure He breaks off to sip more wine before moving down to Didier’s chin, along his neck and mouth along his shoulder. By the time Monsieur would reach Didier’s chest and begin to tease each of his pebbling nipples between his fingers and teeth, he will have finished his ninth glass of wine for the evening, and would indulge no more.

Didier would put the second, half-finished bottle away as Monsieur strips out of his shirt, falling back onto the bed, languidly reposed on display. He would splay his legs wide, an invitation, as Didier would fetch for the rose-scented oil. Monsieur’s cock rests, half-erect, in dark curls, but because of the alcohol would not become any harder. Monsieur never minded. Indeed, the few times Didier had though to try and coax him to full arousal Monsieur had gently guided his mouth and hands away.

One leg hiked over his shoulder, Didier would start by massaging the oil into Monsieur’s thighs before dripping it down past his ball sac and down to the little pink bud of an opening. One oiled finger slips in, two scissoring apart, and Monsieur groans, quietly, his passion suppressed by the way he rests his wrist over his mouth. He is so lax and pliant, was to maneuver and to stretch open with the muscles loose and all tension gone. Didier likes to take his time, slowly adding fingers and watching with wrapt fascination as they disappear into his winking little hole. After four he always stops and draws back, the soft pants that Monsieur has been making shift instead to a keen at the loss, the emptiness.

Didier is quick, after that, slicking himself with a cursory hand, pouring the rest of the oil down the crease of Monsieur’s ass until it slides in where his fingers have just left. He is quick to align himself, and thrusts in slow and steady until he is buried to the hilt.

After that, everything is much more fast-paced. Monsieur does not appreciate slow or gentle, and Didier would give the world to oblige him his requests. Sometimes, he asks that Didier bind his hands above his head with a silken scarf that he brings for the purpose, or perhaps to cover his eyes so that he can only sense Didier by touch. The quiet pleas and moans that escape as Didier thrusts into him without pause, pistoning his hips at a pace that would near-brutal if he did not take such care. Monsieur jolts with each thrust, all his strong muscles so loose and pliant beneath Didier, his hole welcoming to the intrusion, drawing him in further and further, clenching weakly around Didier’s cock, spasming on occasion when he manages to brush against that sweet spot inside.

Finally Didier comes, spilling his deep within Monsieur who can do little more but mewl softly as Didier draws out his spent cock. Seed drips out of his loose hole and onto his thighs and the sheets. Sweaty, Didier collapses beside him. On his favorite nights, his luckiest nights, Monsieur will sling an arm around his shoulder with the slow, languid movement of his limbs, drawing Didier in to rest his sweat-damped blonde curls against Monsieur’s chest. His fingers will tangle in Didier’s hair and stroke his scalp gently, before passing out into sleep. Didier will curl up to sleep for a few hours, lulled into dreams by Monsieur’s gentle hand and steady heartbeat.

He wakes after a few hours, and pours our water from the bedside pitcher onto a soft cloth to clean himself and Monsieur. Stroking the cool water down Monsieur’s thighs to wipe up the spilled seed, dipping in again, briefly, with two fingers covered in damp cloth to scoop out what little remains. He will take another cloth to wipe the sweat from Monsieur’s brow, and if he feeling very daring, Didier might press a kiss to it, soft and sweet.

He dreams, sometimes, that one day Monsieur will come and take him away, to live in his lovely manor-home. There is not another, there cannot be. For all the wistfulness in Monsieur’s eyes, he has never called out another name in pleasure. He snuck out, once, on one of the nights that Monsieur usually came but did not, and found Monsieur with two gentlemen at a tavern. He sat back in the corner, half in the shadows, while his friends laughed and flirted about him. Monsieur gave them the softest look, a look alike the one that Didier dreams will one day be granted his way. It cannot be love, though, or a replacement, for Didier, with his slight limbs and wide grey eyes and golden curls looks nothing like either of those two gentlemen. And, Monsieur never asks for another, so surely it must be something unique about Didier, especially when Monsieur lets Didier press so close to him, even on the nights when Monsieur is in such deep melancholy, and his fingers close around the locket at his neck.

It holds nothing important, only a sprig of pressed-blue flowers.

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Athos rises early after the nights he spends at Madame Angéle’s. He presses a soft kiss to the young boy’s sleeping curls, even as he curses himself and his unsteadiness, the deep throb behind his forehead that says he needs to drink some liquid or dunk his head before it becomes excruciatingly unbearable. He feels like the worst of himself, those nights. He flees from what he wants, so he finds the one least alike what he desires, as though that will somehow absolve him from imagining broad, calloused hands upon his hips. Of desiring Aramis’ whispered flirtations whispered into his ear as the man strokes his cock. Of wanting to lean back against Porthos’ broad chest and tugging at the tight-kinked curls of his head.

Those nights he falls asleep, near-insensate and sated, and he greets the morning feeling damned.

Re: Mini!fill - Monsieur A ; Warning for dub-con

[(Anonymous)]

Ooh... this is lovely, and with such a haunting ending! Me likey very much. :-)

Re: Mini!fill - Monsieur A ; Warning for dub-con

[(Anonymous)]

What a brilliant ending. And I loved the outsider perspective. This was great.

Re: Mini!fill - Monsieur A ; Warning for dub-con

[(Anonymous)]

fuck yes, so good! <333

Re: Mini!fill - Monsieur A ; Warning for dub-con

[kyele]

Read this from the thread tracking email with no context from the prompt. Lucky me :) this was great, I loved it! Poor OMC though, he'll never get taken away.