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Please keep the discussions in the prompt post to a minimum. We have a discussion post
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Giving up sex for lent
Date: 2014-04-20 09:18 am (UTC)A character gives up sex for lent, driving their partner insane. Perhaps show us how their partner tries to break their resolution.
ALL my love for actually using Tréville and Richelieu ♥ (if that is not your cup of tea OP is also partial to Porthos and some more religious Aramis).
OP
Date: 2014-04-20 09:19 am (UTC)Re: Giving up sex for lent
Date: 2014-04-20 09:44 am (UTC)Re: Giving up sex for lent
Date: 2014-04-20 11:25 am (UTC)FILL: The Passion, established Richelieu/Treville
Date: 2014-09-09 07:23 pm (UTC)The Passion.
Cardinal Richelieu took the rare opportunity to look up from the instruments of torture disguised as sheets of paper strewn over his desk when his servant announced a visitor to him – and winced at the noise his stiff neck made when he moved it. Resisting the urge to rub the offending spot he acknowledged that the captain of the musketeers should indeed be let in. Then, as soon as the servant retreated and Treville began to cross the short distance between doorway and desk Richelieu resumed resting his head in his hands and gently rubbing his temples in small circles.
He certainly did not resume this long-suffering pose to elicit any kind of sympathetic response from his visitor. Richelieu knew too well that if Treville intended to shout at someone no sympathy for any headache in the world would stop him, even if the resulting pain somehow did end up splitting Richelieu's head in a literal manner. He fully did expect Treville to rant at a headless corpse if it came to that.
"Is there something you want of me?" Richelieu asked, forgoing any formal greeting. Instead he kept focusing on one of the papers and, blinking, forced his strained eyes to make sense of the letters and numbers in front of him.
How come Treville had the free time to stroll into his private study while he was stuck dealing with impossibility after impossibility? True, he chose to busy himself with affairs such as these. But it was no reason others should not have to suffer alongside him.
"I was wondering whether you had reconsidered your stance regarding Laffite's confession."
Richelieu looked up at Treville, his head still propped on one hand, index finger resting at his temple. He raised a single, tired eyebrow at this request.
"You used to be more creative in trying to convince me to indulge you. Not by much", he added, "considering the limited kind of imagination you have to work with."
He turned his attention back to his papers and had to swallow a frustrated sigh of despair when the numbers that greeted him there refused to magically transform into something more manageable.
"I'm afraid there is still nothing I can do for you, Captain. A condemned man's confession is between the sinner and his confessor." He raised his head – again unable to suppress flinching at the pain in his stiff neck muscles – to meet Treville's gaze. "Where would we be if the First Minister of France and a cardinal at that were to start breaking with the rules of our Lord?"
To his utter surprise Treville did not move a muscle at the renewed rejection. Indeed, Richelieu realised now that the captain of the musketeers had only appeared to be in an argumentative mood to him when he entered, simply because he had expected him to be still simmering over their argument about this very matter.
That none of what Richelieu had said seemed to have any effect on Treville at all set alarm bells ringing in his mind. Unfortunately he was too busy to deal with a Treville who wished to try his hand at mind games, he decided, rubbing his eyes. He was also too tired.
"The reception for the Venetian delegation is troubling you." Treville had stepped to his side behind the desk and was unabashedly skimming the documents cluttering it. At least the man constrained himself to mere looking and had the good graces not to touch anything.
Richelieu shot him a dirty look for peeking at his correspondence, but sighed his assent at Treville's observation. Well, what he actually did was let out a grunt somewhere between annoyance and disdain. France's relationship with her Italian neighbours was strained: Focus too much favourable attention on one of the tiny states and the others would get jealous. Come down too hard on one of them and they might band together, or worse, look to form a new alliance with Spain.
True, the Venetians trusted Spain as little as they trusted France, but such animosities could be forgotten in a moment when they felt their independence threatened. And the formation of any friendly thoughts by a continental power towards Spain must be suppressed at any cost. But if the Venetians could be persuaded to develop some warm feelings for France it might hamper Spain's plans for the peninsula. For some reason this tended to make the nobles sent to them as ambassadors behave like entitled pests. Spoiled, entitled little pests.
"It is not a trivial matter. Even you are going to feel the effects of an unbalanced treasury when we are unable to pay for a new road to the coast that won't swallow up our field artillery as soon as the sky looks wet. All because our monarch wishes to entertain his guests."
Richelieu jumped the tiniest bit, for a fraction of a second, when Treville put his hands on the cardinal's shoulders then started rubbing his neck with slow, strong, practiced movements.
"If I recall correctly you encouraged the invitation", Treville said.
Richelieu allowed himself to lean back into the touch. No, he had to admit "allowing" was the wrong word. He would not have been able to stop himself from immediately succumbing to Treville's ministrations had he tried. He did not even feel the slightest bit ashamed at the grateful sigh that escaped him: He had been crouched over his desk all day, had hardly eaten anything, and only got up twice: first to attend to the king as was his duty as first minister, and then to move his work from his office to this study for greater privacy.
Subsequently his back ached, his neck ached ... even his damn eyes ached and thus his companion's thoughtful attentions were more than welcome. Almost immediately his eyelids fluttered shut and he had to fight a wave drowsy contentedness to remember what they had been talking about.
Right. Venice.
"Of course. Keeping Europe's finest entertained and happy is of key importance while one intends to pull the strings in the background."
Treville did not respond. Instead he moved his hands a bit lower and continued his ministrations on Richelieu's shoulders through the soft black velvet of his robes. Richelieu regretted that he did not wear anything fitting less tight in the neck, or sat in a chair with a lower back, that would allow Treville to slip his hands inside his clothes and massage the ache out of his shoulder blades.
"How are your preparations coming along? The Venetian delegation will arrive in two weeks."
Stretching out this conversation, of course, solely served the purpose to keep himself focused on the problem at hand and certainly not to keep Treville from leaving.
Predictably the captain informed him that he had everything well in hand, planned out, and already arranged a tight schedule cooperating closely with the palace guard. Or, in other words, that everything was perfectly prepared and under control.
Before the man had even finished speaking Richelieu already had a snide remark ready on his tongue about how that was exactly what Treville had said right before a disturbed deserter had attempted to shoot the Duke of Savoy, but he swallowed the comment with some effort.
Nothing would ensure Treville storming out of his study to leave Richelieu alone and uncomfortable in his misery more certainly than reminding him of that incident.
No, chasing him away so soon would be a terrible thing to do while the man was in a mood to indulge him like this. Instead he considered suggesting that they abandon the study together and find somewhere for Richelieu to lie down – preferably his bed – as his back was beginning to feel sorely neglected.
In fact, other parts of him were beginning to become rather enthusiastic about the idea of moving things to the bedroom as well. Surely if the two of them could work to take his mind off state affairs for half an hour Richelieu could return to the task with fresh thoughts and finally come up with a solution that would not end in a peasant revolt.
"So", he let the syllable fill the room for a moment and demonstratively caught one of Treville's hands to ensure he was going to catch exactly what Richelieu was going to say: "you don't have anywhere else to be for a while, do you?"
Treville removed one hand from Richelieu's grasp, the other from his shoulders and stepped away from him, causing the heat that had formed low in the cardinal's belly – so enthusiastic only moments ago! – to cry out in dismay.
Here it comes! He should not have ignored those warning bells in favour of a neck massage. And so we all must pay for our greed…
"It struck me this morning," Treville began, edging a step away from the desk with every word, "that the fasting period had begun."
It had "struck" him? There had been a bloody great mass to celebrate the damn fact yesterday! Complete with a blessing of ashes and marking the penitent!
"I haven't always been as mindful of the high holidays as a good Christian should."
Richelieu could add the many other things Treville had done – mainly while in Richelieu's company and with his full consent and encouragement – that a good Christian definitely should not, but anticipation of whatever this speech was going to lead up to had petrified his tongue, so any sarcastic comment died in his mouth.
"So this year, to honour our Lord's suffering, I have decided to abstain from all carnal pleasures during lent."
No, he thought! (He also thought, rather absent-mindedly, that Treville should not be allowed to use phrases like "carnal pleasures". He somehow managed to rob the words of all their obscenity.)
"Like sex", Richelieu uttered, dumbstruck. Sex with me a voice inside him concluded.
Treville looked at him solemnly as he nodded.
"Yes."
In the comforting darkness of Richelieu's robes his cock, having finally realised that it had got up for nothing, was crying quietly into his undergarments, while Richelieu's intuition was laughing at him madly: I tried to warn you!
"That is a complete and utter overreaction!" Richelieu was surprised to find that he had risen from his chair. And that he had shouted that sentence.
This was not happening! Treville did not have the guile to pull something like this off! Getting him all riled up…
But Treville still had the gall to look at him with that solemn face as if he was officiating a requiem mass. "I knew that you would understand", he said. "Where would we be if you did not work so tirelessly to protect and uphold the laws of our Lord? After all, you are not only the First Minister of France: you're a cardinal."
That fiendish mastermind!
Richelieu sat down again – distinctly more uncomfortable this time, precisely because the ache in his bones had gone, only to be replaced by an entirely different kind of ache. Was Treville not aware that there came an age in the life of a man when it was criminal to waste even a half-hard erection?
Richelieu swallowed. "You know that Sundays don't count." His voice appeared laughably thin even to his own ears. "During lent. They are not considered days of fasting."
Treville smiled at him. "It's Thursday", he said. "Goodnight, Cardinal."
Then he left.
Re: FILL: The Passion, established Richelieu/Treville
Date: 2015-02-10 11:00 am (UTC)