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Comments

I need some Mpreg! (Porthos/Aramis please)

[(Anonymous)]

Mpreg Aramis! We need it- we need more of it!

After reading the mer-people mpreg fic and a few more preggers-d'Artagnan fics, and even a recent Athos/mpreg-Aramis I need more fics with Aramis having Porthos' pretty babies! Don't care if its AU, Alpha/omega-verse, magic or whatever.

Re: I need some Mpreg! (Porthos/Aramis please)

[(Anonymous)]

as the author of the Mer-people fic I`m glad you are enjoying it and hope you get your fill for this prompt

Re: I need some Mpreg! (Porthos/Aramis please)

[(Anonymous)]

Mer people fic author again, if I`m allowed to include Athos/d`Artagnan I could give this a go for you

Re: I need some Mpreg! (Porthos/Aramis please)

[(Anonymous)]

I've been wanting to try my hand at writing a mpreg, and like you I've a hankering for more pregnant Aramis ;) So if you don't mind waiting a bit I might give this a go?

Fill Making a family 1

[(Anonymous)]

AN Author of Mer people fic, so you won`t get confused OP, this is gonna be kind of PWP at first since I hav`nt thought of a plot yet, but I did`nt have one for Le cur de la Mer to begin with so I`m sure something will come up.


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"Porthos" Aramis drawled, rolling onto his side and running his nails down the larger mans chest and pressed his lips into the warm silken flesh that always made him think of thick delicious hot chocolate,
"Hmm?" Porthos replied smiling down at his lover, his smile growing as Aramis leaned up to kiss and lick his nipple rolling the dark brown nub with the tip of his tongue and flashing him wickedly dark brown eyes sparkling with desire
"Porthos?" he said again drawing out the name in the long whisper that made his breath ghost over Porthos skin bringing up goose bumps "Porthos I want to ask you something"
"What?" Porthos asked grinning indulgently, expecting Aramis to want some kind of Kink, the last one had been pretty amusing, who`d have thought Aramis would look so gorgeous in a burlesque corset, stockings, and a feathered shawl!
"It`s something really special" Aramis said resting his chin on Porthos chest "But I really really want it, and I think we can do this, I think we`re ready for it"
"For what?" Porthos asked his face creasing in confusion "What is it?" he asked reaching for Aramis`s hands as the smaller man took a breath
"I want to have a baby"
"A baby?" Porthos repeated as Aramis nodded his head "You wanna have a baby?"
"I want to have your baby!" Aramis said sitting up and bouncing excitedly on the bed "I want to have your babies!, I want to have a family with you!, lots of babies!, little boys and little girls!, all getting into mischief and running around, all with curly hair like you and big brown eyes, and cute faces!, we`ll have such sweet little angels!",
"Angels?" Porthos laughed "Anything we produce darlin` won`t be angelic!, however.....I`m sure that anythin` you give birth to will be beautiful, full of mischief, and impossibly adorable!", Aramis`s eyes shone bright with excitement "So is that a yes?, a yes!?" he asked
"Well...."Porthos drawled acting as if he were mulling the thought over "It`ll be difficult, there`ll be dirty clouts to change, sleepless nights, you being a drama queen over back ache, and nausea, and stretch marks..."
"I won`t be a drama queen!" Aramis protested
"You`re always a drama queen!, and they`ll proberly take after you in that!, so I must be completely mad for this!!!, but.....considering how pretty and adorable they`ll be, not to mention how seriously sexy you`ll look pregnant......!" Porthos did`nt get to finish the sentence since Aramis let out a most undignified squeal leaping at him and showing him in kisses making Porthos laugh and hold him
"Lets get started right now!" Aramis said "I want have a boy, no a girl, no I don`t care!, I`ll have either first but I want at least two of each!"
"Not all at once though!" Porthos laughed gripping Aramis`s hips "Lets have them one at a time!, or at the most two at a time!"
"Oooooh twins!" Aramis breathed squirming on Porthos pelvis making the larger man groan and his breath hitch "Lets make twins!".


Porthos slept later than normal the following morning, but then since the start of operation Make A Baby he was going to need all the energy he could get since Aramis seemed detirmind to be pregnant by the end of the week!.
Yawning and rubbing his eyes he rolled onto his back his eyes bulging and a snort escaping his lips as the sight of Aramis greeted his eyes,
"What the hell are you doing!?" he asked making Aramis turn around from where he was standing in front of the mirror a blanket rolled up under his shirt and held in place by his blue sash tied about his waist creating a rounded bulge under his shirt!
"I wanted to see how I`d look pregnant!" Aramis replied with a shrug
"When you`re pregnant with a sheet!?" Porthos asked grinning at his lover "You get more loony by the day I swear!"
"Awwww, don`t you think I look pretty?" Aramis pouted leaning backwards with a hand in the small of his back as if he were supporting extra weight
"You look like you`ve got a sheet up shirt you twit!" Porthos replied getting out of be and pulling Aramis to him "And I`m sure you`ll look beautiful when you`re really pregnant"
"Even when I`m big as this?"
"Even if you`re bigger" Porthos said tugging off the sash and letting the blanket fall to the ground keen to make use of his morning erection despite all the activity the night before "WHy don`t we get working on making it happen?"
"Was hoping you`d say that!" Aramis yelled all but leaping on him!.

Fill Making a family 2

[(Anonymous)]

"Angelique for a girl" Aramis said as he sat snug on Porthos lap at the table in the garrison sharing a plate of bread and ham
"Our little angel"
"Angelique, I like that" Porthos said "Angelique du Vallon"
"Oh!, why du Vallon? why not Angelique d`Aramis?"
"Kind of a mouthfull pet" Porthos said "Du Vallon has a better ring to it!"
"Fine, if you get to give the baby your last name I get to pick the first name!" Aramis stated "Angelique for a girl and Aurelien for a boy"
"Aurelien?" Porthos asked "Seriously?"
"Absalutly!, you can call them Du Vallon I can call then Aurelien and Angelique!" Aramis stated firmly
"S`pose it`ll grow in me" Porthos mused
"What`ll grow on you?" Athos asked sitting down with a groan
"A name, and what the hell happened to you?" Porthos asked looking at the lank dirty haired, grey skinned, blood shot eyed Musketeer who`d clearly been hitting the bottle all night once again
"Nothing, I`m fine" Athos grunted rubbing his temples
"Yeah, so fine you look like three day old road kill!" Aramis snorted "Whats going on?, I thought you`d stopped drinking yourself insipid!"
"Nothing, I`m fine" Athos said glaring at Aramis who shrugged looking away knowing it was better to let Athos deal with his moods himself than get drawn into them
"Why d`you need a name anyway?" Athos asked
"For our baby boy or girl" Aramis replied grinning wide as Porthos chuckled
"You`re pregnant?"
"Not yet, but we`re working on it!"
"Dear God!" Athos groaned "God help us all!"
"Hey!, thats our future babies you`re discussing!" Porthos chided while Athos burried his face into his arms across the table,
"Whats going on?" d`Artagnan asked sitting down beside Porthos looking oddly tired and peaky
"We`re making babies!" Aramis said pushing a plate of bread to d`Artagnan
"You gonna tell everyone?" Porthos asked with a roll of his eyes who looked at it like it was a plate of spiders!
"Uh huh, every.....d`Art you okay!!!!", suddenly d`Artagnan had pushed back from the table a hand clamped over his mouth running to the latrines
"What was that about?" Porthos asked
"Stomach bug?" Aramis asked with a shrug "Theres been one going around, and he looks like shit"
"I`ll go and see if he`s alright" Athos said rising to his feet and raking a hand through his hair "Leave you two to your baby talk"
"We`re thinking about making you a God Father" Porthos called after him
"They Christen the anti Christ!!!!!?"
"Bastard!" Aramis yelled throwing a piece of bread after him and turning back to Porthos running his hand through the tight curls on his head and kissing him deeply "You know pregnancy makes you super horny" he said "And I`m already super horny for you....so that means I`m gonna be unbelievably horny when I`m pregnant!"
"Hmmm, good times!" Porthos growled playfully nipping Aramis`s finger as he lifted it to Porthos lips "God I swear I`d bend you over this damn table and fuck you right here!"
"We could go into the weapons hut!" Aramis said with a wicked grin "Or Treville`s office!!!!!, he`s with the king so...."
"He`d kill us!" Porthos cried horribly tempted none the less!
"How`d he ever find out!?" Aramis asked winking salaciously "C`mon!, lets make a baby here!"
"You`re incorrigable!" Porthos said shaking his head but allowing Aramis to pull him to his feet none the less "We get hung for this I`m blaming you!".

AN Sex in Treville`s office!!!!?, bad boys!!!!!, any guess for the problem with d`Art and Athos yet?, I`m not telling!!!.

Fill Making a family 3 TW Mentions of past miscarriage

[(Anonymous)]

AN Thanks for the response, and am glad you are enjoying this so far, as for whats wrong with d`Art, all will be revealed.....eventually.


Fill


"You should`nt get too excited pet" Porthos cautioned, as Aramis dropped yet another bundle of material for swaddeling on the bed, "It`s proberly gonna takke longer than a single month for you fall"
"After all this fucking!?" Aramis replied incredulasly "Oh no, I am definately pregnant!, theres no way we hav`nt made a baby not doing it as much as we have been!"
"Well I suppose thats true!" Porthos chuckled pulling Aramis to him, since the start of operation Make A Baby, they ahd been doing it non stop!, to the point where Porthos was actually thinking he might have to beg for mercy from his insatiable lover!, he might be a strong and active man but several times a day and night could wear out even a rabbit!.

"You know I swear I felt bit sick this morning!" Aramis bragged "The porridge tasted off to me"
"Yeah, me too, I think it was off period!" Porthos said "And d`Art was tossing his guts up after eating it!"
"Again!?, boys been sickly for weeks!"
"Must be one hell of a bug" Porthos replied with a shrug "However I don`t want you to get your hopes up, and then be dissapointed by the fact your not yet pregnant"
"You don`t think I am?", Aramis`s face took on a truly adorable pout that had Porthos melting as it always did
"I hope you are, I really hope you are, but I`m not sure that you will be after only one month, it`ll likely take longer than that"
"I know!" Aramis sighed turning away from Porthos his shoulders slumping "I just........I want this so much!, it`s like an ache inside!, a desperate need!, it`s like I`ve got a hole inside that can`t be filled and it hurts so much!", tears were begining to fill Aramis`s eyes as he spoke, his breath hitching and voice wavering
"I nearly had a baby once you know?"
"What?, when?" Porthos asked
"Before I met you, before I came to Paris, I was sixteen, and I fell pregnant from a fling with another lad, I was scared, really scared, but I knew that I wanted the baby, that I would move heavon and earth to have the baby"
"What happened?" Porthos asked gently turning Aramis so they were facing each other, lifting his hand he wiped the spilling tears with his thumb cupping Aramis`s cheek tenderly "Mon petit what happened?"
"I lost it" Aramis whispered "I lost the baby, he or she.......it was so fast I did`nt know what was happening until it was all over, my Father and Mother said I was lucky!, that God had taken pity on me!, returned my youth and freedom to me by taking the baby!"
"Oh Mis!" Porthos moaned pulling his lover into his arms "I`m so sorry sweetheart, I`m so so sorry"
"I loved that baby!" Aramis sobbed into Porthos chest "I wanted him or her!, I did`nt care about being young and free, I wanted to have him or her, I wanted that baby so bad!"
"I`m sure of it" Porthos said stroking Aramis`s head "And your parents were wrong, they hurt you, they should have comforted you over the loss of that baby and they did`nt, that was wrong"
"They sent me to the church after that" Aramis sniffled wiping his nose "Wanted me to become a priest!, did`nt want a repeat performance"
"But you found your calling lay else where" Porthos said "Which is very good for me, because other wise we would`nt have met"
"You don`t think it was fate?" Aramis asked wiping his cheeks a little shakily
"Maybe, but I`m glad we did, and I know that we will have a baby, we`ll have lots of babies, we`ll end up with one in walking strings, one in the cradle and another in your belly!, we`ll have so many we won`t know what to do with them or ever have a moments peace again!"
Aramis let out a weak chuckle as he rubbed his nose "Promise!" he asked
"Absalutely" Porthos said kissing Aramis`s forehead "We`ll have a baby, very very soon, I`m sure".

Fill Making a family 4

[(Anonymous)]

AN I altered canon, with Aramis having the miscarriage instead of his ex-fiance Isabelle, but don`t worry there won`t be a huge amount of angst in this fic, more fluff, and smut, and misunderstandings.


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"YYYYYYEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!".
Porthos doubted that Aramis`s scream could have gotten any louder, a dozen pigeons flew off the building behind them in shock at the yelling as Aramis flung himself in Porthos arms wrapping his legs about his hips hugging him as tighly as a cobra about the throat!
"I take it the midwife said you are pregnant?" Porthos asked
"Yesyesyesyesyesyes!" Aramis babbled kissing Porthos between breaths "We`re having a baby!, we having a baby!"
"Congratulations" Treville said deciding not to scold them for interupting recruit fencing by the loud announcment
"Thankyou sir" Porthos said still with an armful of Aramis who laughing, crying, and kissing him madly
"God help us all!" Athos said dryly as he reached for the wine on the table "congratulations" he added sincerly "I`m happy for you"
"Me too" d`Artagnan said with a slight quiver to his lips "You`ll be great parents I`m sure"
"You alright lad?" Porthos asked setting Aramis down on his feet the pregnant Musketeer frowning at the pale sickly looking Gascon
"M`fine, great" d`Artagnan said "d`you want a boy or a girl?"
"Either, we`re not bothered" Aramis said "You`ll be a God Father?"
"I`m not sure I`d be much good at it" d`Artagnan mumbled
"You`d be perfect" Athos said coming over and slapping d`Artagnan`s shoulder making the Gascon flinch slightly and avoid eye contact "They`re roping me into it, and I`ll need help being a God Parent to the anti christ!"
"Bastard!" Aramis chided slapping Athos across the chest "Our baby is going to be an angel!"
"So was satan!" Athos smirked
"Bugger off!" Porthos mock growled "Stop upsetting My darlin`!"
Athos held his hands up in surrender backing away "Fancy some training?" he offered to d`Artagnan
"Umm, no.....thanks, I was going to hit the streets, patrol" d`Artagnan replied still avoiding looking at Athos properly "I`ll see you later", swiftly he turned on his heels walking out of the garrison swiftly
"Okay?, whats going on with him?" Porthos asked
"More like with both of you?" Aramis asked looking to Athos who simply shrugged "Athos?"
"Nothings wrong, concentrate on yourselves" Athos said "You`ve got a baby to think about now, never mind about me and d`Art"
"We`re still your friends" Porthos protested
"I know, and I thankyou for your concern" Athos sighed "But theres really nothing wrong", giving them both a weak smile he went to join the fencing leaving Porthos and Aramis alone
"Well?, what d`you thinks going on?" Porthos asked Aramis who shook his head
"I don`t know, but I`m going to find out"

Fill Making a family 5

[(Anonymous)]

It was over two weeks later when Aramis finally found out what was going on with d`Artagnan.

Now two months pregnant himself Aramis was experiancing some morning sickness, though it did`nt seemed to be confined to the morning rather it struck at random moments often to the smell of certain foods such as fish at present.

Serge had served up a fish stew for the evening dinner that night and one sniff of the concoction had Aramis slapping a hand over his mouth and beating it to the latrines to empty his stomach.
Once he stopped retching Aramis took out a hand kerchief and wiped his mouth and face taking up his water skin and rinsing his mouth out, standing up just in time to see d`Artagnan hurrying in to the stall oposite, the sounds of vomiting coming from there letting him know what had the Gascon in such a rush.

Suddenly realization dawned on Aramis, weeks of sickness, fatigue, secretive behavier, all symptoms Aramis could recall having when he had been a frightend pregnant sixteen year old
"Oh d`Art" he sighed as the gascon came out his eyes closing and resignation crossing his face "How far gone are you?" Aramis asked
"About three and half months" d`Artagnan whispered "I did`nt want to believe it at first, we were only...........just the once, what are the chances?"
"Enough for you to be with child" Aramis replied, instantly regretting his words when d`Artagnan burst into tears

"Oh love, hush, it`ll be alright" he said taking d`Artagnan in his arms letting him cry on his shoulder "It`s going to be okay, I promise"
"How?" d`Artagnan asked lifting his head and wiping his red eyes "I`m not with anyone, I`ve got nothing to support a baby!, how is this ever going to be okay?"
"Because you`ve got me to help you" Aramis said "Me and Porthos, and Athos..."
"No!" d`Artagnan snapped shaking his head vehmenantly "No, you can`t tell them Aramis, you can`t tell anyone"
"d`Artagnan...."
"No one can know about this, not ever!, please, I am begging you not to say anything!"
"You can`t keep this secret forever!"
"I know that!, I....." d`Artagnan groaned running a hand through his hair and pacing "I thought I`d hide the pregnancy, use a corset when I start to show, and give the baby to someone who can raise it, someone who can be a parent"
"A corset?, d`Art that`d be agony for you and could crush the baby!, and who would you give it to?"
"Constance wants a family" d`Artagnan said "She`d be a good mother, better than me"
"Oh d`Art...." Aramis sighed rubbing his face and looking at d`Artagnan with sympathy and concern "You can`t do this to yourself, go through this by yourself"
"I have to" d`Artagnan whispered "Theres no choice"
"There is!, I told you I would help you, and so will Porthos and Athos!"
"No Aramis!, don`t tell them"
"They won`t judge you if thats what you`re worried about" Aramis offered "We`re your friends we`ll help you"
"You can`t" d`Artagnan breath blinking hard trying to hold back tears "You can`t help me, and you can`t tell them".

Aramis sighed in frustration, taking another drink of water and offering d`Artagnan the water skin which he drank from wiping his nose on his sleeve which made Aramis cringe
"What about the Father?" Aramis asked
"He`s not interested" d`Artagnan said "In me or the baby"
"You have told him then?"
"I don`t need to" d`Artagnan replied with a mirthless smile "He told me the morning after that....it`d been a.....one night, too much wine, better forget it ever happened, he is`nt going to want this baby"
"Oh d`Art" Aramis sighed and pulled the Gascon into a hug "I`m sorry, the bastard dos`nt deserve you"
"You won`t tell anyone?" d`Artagnan asked sniffling a little
"I won`t, and I`ll help you as much as I can" Aramis said "But I wish you would let me tell the others"

Fill Making a family 6

[(Anonymous)]

AN Thankyou for the responses, and you are so right, women desperate to conceive struggle and those that don`t want it just fall. Sods Law.
Surprised no one has guessed who the father is though oh well, that`ll be revealed soon.


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"Which colour d`you prefer?" Porthos asked as he held up two swatches of fabric which were to become a canopy over the babies crib that Porthos was hand carving himself from mahogany.
"Hmmm, the lavender lace, it`s prettier" Aramis replied "And it`ll match the baby blanket I`ve bought, that has lavender embroidery"
"Lavender it is then" Porthos said with a nod, the two of them stood in the babies room, which had formerly been an unused room in their shared apartments in the Rue saint Marc, the apartment was not large by any means, consisting of three rooms one large living and dining room, their own bedroom, and now the babies bedroom.
However while not large, the rooms were homely, Aramis and Porthos having bought furniture, a chaise longue, a lovers seat, and a small dining table and stools.
Porthos had carved cuboards for them to store their food and wine in, they had three heavy cooking pots to cook over the large harth.
Their bed of course was very large, Aramis having insisting on spending a fortune upon it, along with heavy romantic wine coloured drapes of velvet, the long silver mirror and trunks for their clothing.
Now the babies room was being filled and decorated.

They had white washed the walls first, then spent hours painting frescoes of wood lands scenes upon the walls, buying moppets, small wooden blocks, toy swords, dobby horses, and other toys ready for the baby, Aramis was also sewing a vast ammount of baby clothes, from hats and dresses to long stockings and clouts.

"This will be the best dressed baby in all the world!" Porthos laughed as they left the nursery to the living room where Aramis took up his sewing again
"Not even the royal heir will have such an extensive wardrobe!"
"Oh hush!, the way babies mess their clothes we`ll need all the changes we can get!, and besides, we can use them again on the next one, and the one after that!"
"You can`t possibly be planning another one already!" Porthos cried as he knelt by the fire stoking it up to boil water to cook with later, neither of them had been keen to go out to the inns since Aramis had fallen pregnant, preffering nights in together instead, occaisionaly they went out with Athos and d`Artagnan, but were never out late, and you could still cut the tension with a knife between the two of them.

"I told you my love" Aramis said tieing off his line and re threading his needle without looking up at Porthos "I want to have a large family, and I`m in my thirtys now, I`m not going to be fertile forever", Aramis finally looked up with a ruefull smile "I`ve maybe ten years or so before I loose my ability to bare, ten years we should make the most of and have as many babies as we can"
"Not at a risk to your health though" Porthos said with absalute conviction in his voice and written on his face as he set a pan over the harth of a metal grate to boil the water "I won`t have you becoming ill from too much bearing" he said rising up and crossing the room to take Aramis`s hands into his own raising them to his lips and kissing them "I love you too much to loose you"
"You`ll never loose me querida, not ever" Aramis swore leaning forward to kiss him "I`ll be fine, I promise"
"I saw it too often in the Court growin` up Mon petit" Porthos sighed "Male bearers, women, constantly pregnant, six weeks after a birth they`d be carrying again, getting sicker and weaker with each one, looking more like their bellies were swollen with cancer than child their bodies were so gaunt and sickly, until finally they could`nt take anymore and...."
"Sshhh" Aramis whispered his forehead creasing with sympathy for Porthos, reaching out and stroking his face "That won`t happen with us, we`ll have a good year between pregnancies I promise, I`ll give my body time to recover before falling again, and I won`t get thin and sickly, I`ll be fat and happy all the time I promise"
"Putting a year between pregnancies, we can still have a good four or five babies" Porthos said smiling once again "More if we have twins"
"Lets try for twins next time" Aramis said sliding his hands about Porthos neck, his sewing quite forgotten for the moment "Lets practise making them now, just so we don`t forget how!!!"

Fill Making a family 7

[(Anonymous)]

Considering the fact Aramis had been examining himself in the mirror every morning and evening since he discovered he was pregnant, looking for even the slightest change in his shape, it was not a surprise to Porthos when he was leaped on early one morning by an over excited Aramis bouncing on the bed waking him up and kissing his face all over rather like an over enthuseastic puppy licking him!,
"I`m showing I`m showing!" he yelled making Porthos ears ring at the volume of his voice "Look!, look, see!" he cried kneeling over Porthos and arching his back to push forward his stomach as much as he could!.

Sleepily Porthos rubbed his eyes taking in the sight of his hyper active lover, who was far too awake considering it was barely dawn!
"Look I`ve got a little belly!" he proclaimed taking Porthos hand to place just above his pelvis "See!, thats our baby!"
"Our baby" Porthos repeated sleepily, but his hand stroked over Aramis`s middle gently "Oh Mis...", Aramis broke into joyfull tears bending forward to kiss Porthos, who`s arms came up about his waist flipping them over so he was beneath the larger man, Porthos kissing his face and throat, slotting between Aramis`s thighs, while reaching for the oil they kept under the pillow as Aramis ran his hands over Porthos back bucking his hips and grinding their cocks together earning a growl from Porthos.

Sitting up Porthos fumbled with the oil in his haste spilling some on the bed sheets, hurried preparing himself while Aramis grabbed the oil to slick himself up as fast as he could, just as eager for this aswell but knowing better than to try without lubrication.

"C`mon, fuck me already!" Aramis panted squirming beneath Porthos "I`m dying here!"
"Impatient is what you are!"
"Patience is over rated!, now get your cock inside me or.....or.........or I`ll go fuck Athos!"
"Ha!, Athos!" Porthos burst out laughing "I`d pay to see that pet!", however he eased into position and pushed inside Aramis maddeningly slowly making Aramis whine and curse and moan! begging him shamelessly for more!, however Porthos was detirmind to take his time and set an agonisingly slow pace, drawing out every single moment to make it last as long as he could, knowing and loving the fact that taking his time like this drove Aramis half mad, leaving him an writhing and begging mess of hot wet flesh!
"Love you like this" Porthos purred as Aramis whined and keened helplessly "So wanton and desperate!, so beautiful!", dilated pupils shone like saucers in Aramis`s eyes, his bottom lip between his teeth as his face flushed and his climax neared, bending forward Porthos pressed a kiss to Aramis`s cheek rutting harder and faster now, spending himself as Aramis climaxed between them all but passing out at the force of the orgasem and nuzzeling into Porthos chest clinging to him contentedly.


Elsewhere in Paris, Athos awoke with a mind numbing hang over, staggering to his window and tipping his head outside to vomit noisly into the street half tempted to fling himself head first out the window to ease the pain in his head
"You fuckin` wanker!" came an angry shout from below, and with blurred vision Athos made out a vomit spattered beggar beneath his window!, shrugging he reached for the water bucket, brining it inside and thrust his head into it the cold water waking him up and numbing the throbbing pain in his skull.

Grunting he sat back on his heels water dripping down his face and soaking his chest, crawling over to the bed he grabbed the bottle of brandy he had been drinking before passing out, raising it to his lips to drain the last of it while slumped on the floor numbing himself to face the coming day.

In the garrison d`Artagnan grimanced as he pulled hard on the laces of the under bust corset he had purchased once he had began to show too much to hide without such drastic measures.
Aramis was still against his intentions, but d`Artagnan was adamantly sticking to his decision.
Gulping back a role of bile in his stomach as he squashed his organs he continued to pull on the laces until his abdomon was flattened once more and tied the corset securely.
Squashed up in his womb the baby stirred uncomfortably pressing against the sides of the restricted uterus making d`Artagnan more uncomfortable as he dressed himself for the day resolute in ignoring the urge to rip off the agonising corset and burry himself back in his bed.

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"I need the four of you to take letter from his Majesty to envoys waiting in Calais" Treville said as his best musketeers stood before him, Aramis having spent all the morning preening over the fact he`d got a tiny bump was still all smiles and glowing cheeks Porthos looking like the cat who`d got the cream, while Athos and d`Artagnan both look like they were either sickening with the plague or had spent the last month without sleep and decent food
"You should`nt need more than a few days" Treville said "But take your time on the road, the ship won`t be leaving till Tuesday"
"Captain" Athos said accepting the letters and placing them into his doublet
"This`ll likely be your last missions till after the Birth Aramis" Treville said to the pregnant and beaming Musketeer who was unable to keep from stroking his stomach "Enjoy it, I doubt there`ll be any trouble"
"Thankyou Sir" Aramis replied with a large smile while d`Artagnan flinched next to him his abdomon aching as if he were about to void himself
"I`ll let you be on your way then" Treville said "Behave yourselves"
"Don`t we always!!!!!!?" Porthos replied earning a glare from Treville who shook his head in amusment as the door was shut snorting under his breath certain that the four of them were the cause for all his headaches and grey hairs!.

"Are you alright?" Aramis asked quietly as he saddled his mare Thalia and d`Artagnan prepared his own mare Ebony
"Fine" he replied stoutly
"The baby.....?" d`Artagnan shot Aramis a sharp look before climbing onto Ebony "d`Art you can`t carry on like this, you`re putting yourself and the baby at risk!"
"I have no choice Aramis" d`Artagnan replied coldy, even though his insides burned like acid "I have to do this, whatever the consequence", nudging Ebony forward he left Aramis to mount up the older Musketeer sighing and shaking his head "No you don`t you silly boy, you don`t have to do this".

The trip to Calais was trouble free, and easy, having the better part of a week to get there, they set an easy pace, stopping in taverns over night, allowing themselves to sleep in and take their time instead of pushing hard, for which both Aramis and d`Artagnan were very grateful.
They met the envoy of King Charles I of England without problems passing over the letters and taking the ones for Louis even sharing a cup of wine with the British before departing.
However the trip back was not so easy.

Half way back to Paris they were set upon by a band of thieves to stupid or suicidal to know better than to attack Musketeers.
They managed to take the thieves out easy enough, ten against four the odds were comical to say the least, however things seemed less funny when a shot rang out and d`Artagnan fell to the ground clutching the side of his abdomon blood seeping through his hand!
"Oh God the baby!" Aramis gasped kicking his opponant in the face and running to d`Artagnan letting Athos and Porthos finish off the last of the thieves while he pulled at d`Artagnan`s doublet and shirt
"Aramis!!!!" d`Artagnan groaned both pain and fear filling him
"it`s to the side, theres probberly not much damage, only a flesh wound" Aramis babble feeling the firm boned corset his fingers finding the jagged rip along the side where the bullet had torn along his side
"How bad is it?" Athos asked getting down besides the too men along with Portho who was wiping blood of his hands
"It needs stitching" Aramis replied "but I think he and the baby will be alright"
"Aramis!" d`Artagnan protested paling further
"Baby!?" Athos repeated
"Whats wrong with the baby?" Porthos asked thinking Aramis meant their own, however he realized his mistake when Aramis ripped d`Artagnan`s shirt revealing the corset "Holy Christ!"
"No!" d`Artagnan groaned tears spilling from the corners of his eyes and rubbing his forehead in distress as Aramis`s main gauche sliced the corset down the middle releasing his swollen belly,
"I`m sorry, but theres no choice" Aramis replied turning to Porthos and a grey looking Athos "We make camp here, go and light a fire, get rid of the bodies, I need to treat this and then he needs to rest"
"Right" Porthos said getting to his feet to do as Aramis said while Athos looked at d`Artagnan a mixture of guilt, anger, betrayal, and shock on his face "Why in Gods name did`nt you tell me?" he growled as Aramis got his kit ready
"You did`nt want to know" d`Artagnan hissed back "It was a mistake remember?"
"YOU!" Aramis cried "You`re the bloody Father!?"
"WHAT!!!!?" Porthos yelled
"You said it should never have happened, that it was wrong!" d`Artagnan cried weeks of stress and fear coming now in his distress "So don`t you dare try and play the martyr on this Athos!, you`re not the one who got left dealing with the consequence of our mistake!"
"Oh Jesus Christ!" Aramis whispered closing his eyes and wincing as Athos shook with the force of surging emotions his eyes darkening and jaw clenching "You should have told me!" he spat into d`Artagnan`s face, pushing to his feet he stalked off into the woods leaving the others behind him reeling from this revelation.

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Athos`s dramtic departure left d`Artagnan bordering on hysterical, fearing he`d do more harm to himself and the baby, Aramis and Porthos had him drink wine laced with herbs rendering him sleepy and pliable enough for Aramis to stitch him up and lay him out by the fire, his head on their cloaks and his own covering him as a blanket.

"How long have you known?" Porthos asked, not accusingly but currious, knowing his lover would never brake a confidence unless it were life or death
"A few weeks" Aramis replied rubbing his forehead and wincing at the tension head ache "More like two and a half months actually!, I found him throwing up in the latrines, figured it out then, he swore me to secrecy, said the Father was`nt interested"
"What the hell is he planning to do with the baby?" Porthos cried shaking his head "It`s not like it`ll disappear!"
"He`s planning to give it to Constance to raise as her own, since her Husband seems inept in getting her with child" Aramis said with a mirthless snort, a hand going to his own growing belly "I tried to tell him not to, tried.....I guess now I know why he was adamant you and Athos did`nt know, especially Athos"
"Bloody fools the pair of `em" Porthos grunted scratching his head "Need their damn `eads bangin` t`gether!"
"Perhaps we do!" came Athos voice as he returned to camp carrying what looked like half a wood in fire wood! "How is he?"
"Flesh wound, it`ll heal" Aramis replied tiredly "I think the baby`s alright, it`s moving and the heartbeat sounds fine"
"It`s moving?" Athos sounded like he`d just been told the Virgin Mary was coming to Paris for a summer holiday!
"Feel for yourself" Aramis suggested gesturing to d`Artagnan`s swollen belly rising up under the blankets as he slumbered by the fire.

Looking nervous as a colt near a wolf, Athos got down beside d`Artagnan holding out a shaking hand that hovered over the younger Musketeer, sighing Aramis took his wrist lowering it onto the mound letting Athos feel the movment of his baby, a chocked sob forced it`s way out of Athos throat, his grey/blue eyes filling with tears "Mon dieu!" he whispered "I never.....I .......this is....."
"Overwhelming?" Porthos offered getting a nod from Athos who added a second hand to d`Artagnan`s belly a smile spreading over his face as he felt the kicks and wriggles
"What happened between you two?" Aramis asked "What caused all this?, as long as I`ve known you, you`ve never been a man to simply fuck someone and walk away"
"I was a fool" Athos whispered continuing to stroke d`Artagnan`s belly like it was a cat! "I....we.......we were in my rooms, drinking, sharing a bottle, somehow we ended up kissing and......well we ended up in bed together" Athos sighed and shook his head before continuing "In the morning I woke up to him cuddled up to me, sound asleep, looking so young, so innocent, how can I be worthy of that?" he asked looking up at his two friends "I could`nt let him become involved with me, my relationships always end in horror and blood shed, I could`nt risk that for d`Artagnan, so I.....I got out of bed and......when he woke, all smiles and adorable tussled hair I said that.....that it`d been the wine and brandy, nothing more"
"You broke both your hearts because you were scared to love again" Aramis summized shaking his head "You`re right, you are a fool"
"Mis!" Porthos chided
"Well he is!" Aramis snapped "If he`d been honnest non of this would have happened, d`Art would`nt have spent weeks in terror making himself ill tied up in a corset and planning to give up his baby, and I would`nt have had to keep it secret!"
"I`m sorry" Athos said before Porthos could say anything "And I will try to make amends, if I can"
"Do you love him then?" Porthos asked gently
"More than life itself" Athos breathed "God bloody help me but I do!, and I can only hope that he feels the same for me, even after all of this"
"What about the baby?" Aramis asked getting to the most important thing in question
"I never thought I`d have a child after Anne.......I.......I can hardly believe this is really happening" Athos replied "But I.......I want that too"
"Then I guess it`s up to d`Art what happens next" Porthos said looking at the too pale Musketeer "Any luck the two of you can sort this out and get together before I have to smash your heads together!".

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AN Whoa just finished Le Cur de la mere, fishy babies for our Musketeers!, now back to mpreg and angst here, Athos and d`Artagnan need their heads knocking together.



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D`Artagnan awoke with sticky eyes and a dull ache in his side, his hands immediately going to his belly and sighing in relief as he felt the familiar movment of the baby within "How are you feeling?", d`Artagnan startled and looked up to see Athos looking down at him with concern on his face
"Came back did you?" d`Artagnan said nastily "What happened? was`nt there a drinking hole close enough for you to drink yours unconscious in?"
Athos sighed and nodded his head a resigned expression on his face, "Alright, if you want to be spiteful go ahead, we`ll talk when you feel like behaving as an adult"
"When I feel like!, how dare you!?" d`Artagnan shrieked throwing off the covers and ignoring how his side protested to the movement, Aramis and Porthos jolted awake and hastily made tracks to leave d`Artagnan and Athos to sort this out on their own.

"What do you want me to say or do d`Artagnan?" Athos asked infurriatingly calm and collected as d`Artagnan stood seething and almost shaking with anger "Do you want me to apologise for getting you pregnant?, for panicing about having feelings for you?, for reacting badly yesterday?"
"Reacting badly?" d`Artagnan snorted mirthlessly "How d`you think I felt six months ago!?, d`you think I`ve been having fun dealing with this?, I wish I could just storm off in a temper tantrum or drink myself stupid to escape from my problems but I`m not that lucky!, I get to carry it round in front of me every fucking day!"
"I`m sorry but you could have told me!, you chose to keep this to yourself!"
"Chose to!, you said it was a mistake!, you barely looked at me for weeks after!, how was I supposed to tell you that you left me with something to remember our "Mistake" by!!!?" d`Artagnan was almost screaming now, and by the darkening of his eyes Athos was rapidly loosing his temper too.

"Should be intervine d`you think?" Aramis asked as he sat with Porthos by the horses
"Nah, let `em get this out, they need to clear the air" Porthos replied handing Aramis a chunk of wheaten bread to eat "If they start throwing punches then we`ll get involved"
"Idiots the pair of them!" Aramis muttered biting into the bread "I hope they sort this out".

"So what sort of Father d`you think you`ll make Athos?" d`Artagnan sneered just annoyed hurting and tired enough to stoop to spite right now "You going to care for a baby between puking up out of a window and drowning in the nearest bottle!?, you could`nt look after a puppy let alone a new born!"
"And what of you?" Athos replied with a cruel smirk "No money, no home, no family, how will you raise a child?, will you keep it in the armoury? take it on missions with you?, change clouts between sword fights!?"
"I`m giving the baby to Constance" d`Artagnan snarled back "Because unlike you at least I can admit I`m not fit to be a parent and will face the hard truth of it and make things right"
"Make them.....you are not giving away my baby to a Drapers wife!" Athos roared
"Oh?, is that not good enough for the Comte de le fucking Fere?, well in case it`s slipped your drink addled brain this child is a bastard and you have no say in what happens to it!"
"Yes I bloody do!" Athos grabbed d`Artagnan`s arm as he tried to turn away pulling him back round "You are not dumping that child in the care of Bonacieux, I will not allow it!"
"Let go of me!" d`Artagnan shouted shoving Athos in the chest and making him stumble back "You have no right to tell me what I can and can not do!, you want an heir so bad go track down your deranged wife and get one on her!, at least then it`ll be legitimate!".

"You`re still sure we should`nt get between them?" Aramis asked as Porthos pinched the bridge of his nose watching as their friends shouted and insulted each other
"Maybe we should get out the white flag, let them cool off before starting negotiations again!" the large Musketeer sighed.

"You clearly do no want that child" Athos growled "So let me have it!, I will care for the infant and see to it`s education and well being"
"Oh please!, you can`t even see to your own well being!" d`Artagnan spat "I might aswell toss the poor little bastard in the Seine!"
"Stop calling our baby a bastard!"
"Stop telling me what to do!?"
"Then stop behaving like a child!"
"Go and fu....." d`Artagnan was cut off as Aramis and Porthos broke in between him and Athos, Porthos waving a white hand kerchief as a flag of peace
"Alright, lets leave this until you`ve both calmed down some" Aramis said "D`Art, go and sit down I want yo check your wound, Athos, go with Porthos and see to the horses, and both of you if you can`t think of anything nice to say to each other say nothing at all!", glowering at one another both d`Artagnan and Athos did as they were told sloping off in oposite directions giving Porthos and Aramis a chance to play peace makers and hopefully defuse this situation before they ripped each apart.

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"He does love you, you know" Aramis said as he rebound d`Artagnan`s wound releaved that it was healing without any sign of infection "He`s just in shock"
"How does he think I am?" d`Artagnan snapped "I`m the one who`s knocked up not him!"
"And he`s looking to make amends, to take care of you both"
"No Mis, all he wants is the baby, not me" d`Artagnan said "He is`nt going to give a damn if I bleed to death pushing it into the world!, all he`s thinking of is the Son and Heir he can get out of me, nothing else matters to him!"
"You know thats no true" Aramis said scowling at d`Artagnan "He was frightend by what he felt when he woke up next you six months ago, felt he was unworthy to be with you, thats why he said what he did"
"Told you that did he?" d`Artagnan sneered glancing at where Athos and Porthos were tending the horses
"He did" Aramis replied resting his hand on d`Artagnan`s middle "He loves you, and the baby, give him a chance and you can make this right, become a family"
"What makes you think we`d be any good at it Mis?" d`Artagnan sighed his shoulders slumping as he looked at Aramis "I`m not like you, I never wanted this!, I don`t think I`m ready to be a Mother"
"Is anybody ever really ready for it?"
"You seem to be"
"Well, that dos`nt mean I`m not nervous" Aramis said settling into a cross legged position "I think the fact your so angry right now is because you want to keep the baby and all these weeks of worry and hurt are making you lash out right now, I think your scared aswell, scared of letting your guard down and letting Athos back in, your scared of getting hurt, and you know what?, so is he".

D`Artagnan glared at Aramis wishing his friend was`nt so good at reading people, and looked over to where Porthos had his hand on Athos shoulder and seemed to be talking to him seriously about something, proberly about the baby aswell
"Maybe I should just give him the baby" d`Artagnan whispered "He could afford to give it everything, wealth, education, social standing, all the things I can`t"
"He`ll give it to both of you!, he wants you too!" Aramis protested
"No he dos`nt Mis" d`Artagnan said in a firm voice that would brook no further discussion "It`s not like you and Port, me and Athos happened because we were drunk and stupid, not because we`re in love, he was right, it was a mistake, and it`s best the baby goes to him", a forced smile came upon his face even tears glimmered unshed in his eyes "What better could I ask for my child than to be the heir or heiress of a Comte?, at least he or she will be well provided for, and never have to go hungry or cold"
"What about you?" Aramis protested his ache lurching at the very notion of giving up a baby, his hand going to his own belly when his child stirred inside him
"It dos`nt matter, the only thing that matters is the baby, and the best thing for the baby is for Athos to take custody once it`s born".

The ride back to Paris was horribly tense, Athos was shocked by the fact that d`Artagnan was still detirmind to give up the baby, and now to him.
Porthos was silently seething at the stupidity of his friends while Aramis hardly kept from sobbing at the notion of d`Artagnan giving away his baby.

As soon as they had parted company at the garrison, Athos saying something about wanting a decent physician to see to d`Artagnan and a lawyer to draw up a contract to sign the baby over to him upon it`s birth, before heading to his own rooms with a face like thunder. Aramis burst into tears burrying his face into Porthos chest sobbing loudly and gripping the larger mans doublet in his hands
"We can`t let them do this!" he wailed "They can`t give up on each other like this"
"We can`t stop them Mis, it`s their choice" Porthos sighed rubbing Aramis back and kissing his head
"It`s not just them they`ll be hurting though!, the baby is caught in the middle of this!, it needs both parents not just governesses and tutors!"
"I know" Porthos said picking Aramis up and carrying him to the lovers seat, sitting down with Aramis on his lap his hands about his belly where their baby grew "I just don`t know how to get through to them, Athos dos`nt believe d`Artagnan loves him, and you said d`Art thinks the same of Athos"
"They have to see the truth, we have to get them together!"
"God knows how!".

Aramis sniffled and wiped his face "It`ll destroy d`Artagnan, giving up that baby, he`ll wither away from it, he won`t survive, and Athos will end up blaming himself and soon after that...."
"Hush, don`t think that way!"
"It`s true though!" Aramis said heatedly "If they don`t see to reason, don`t come together on this then it`ll destroy them both and that poor baby will be orphaned!"
"We won`t let them happen" Porthos swore as fiercely as if he were taking the Musketeer Oath "One way or another we`ll get them to sort this out, and we`ll get them together, you work your maternal magic on d`Art, and I`ll knock some sense in Athos thick skull, maybe we`ll get Treville to help!, if anyone can get those to to listen it`ll be him"
"God, the shits going to hit the fan when he hears about the baby is`nt it?" Aramis snorted "if he dos`nt kill them it`ll be a miracle!"

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Naturally Treville was not best pleased when his four best Musketeers stood before him telling him of what had occured, in fact it would be better to say he was appalled and furrious with both d`Artagnan and Athos.

"Are you both stupid or just addle brained!?, what did you think d`Artagnan? that you could just wish the baby away!?, that it`s disappear if you kept it quite!?"
"No sir" d`Artagnan whispered looking at the floor
"And you!" Treville snarled at Athos "I would have thought a man of your years would have more sense than to take a boy without precautions!"
"We were drunk sir" Athos mumbled shame faced
"Well that is hardly news worthy for you Athos!" Treville bellowed "and what d`you intend to do now this is out in the open?, I hope you mean to care for that child!"
"I will be see to the baby`s well being and education" Athos said stoutly, drawing himself up to his full height "Since d`Artagnan has decided he could`nt care less about the child, I will be the soul parent"
"You lying fuck!, I`m giving the baby to you because I care!, because I can`t provide for it!" d`Artagnan snarled
"Really?, I thought it was because you would rather not loose your freedom and be burdened with parenthood!"
"Fuck you Athos, Your not the one going through all this!, your not the one who`s got to carry the baby, got to deliver it!, you can just drink yourself into the gutter every night while I have feel it moving inside of me!, fall in love with it more and more every single day and still know that I`ve got to give it up!" tears filled d`Artagnan`s eyes and began to flow down his cheeks even as he raised a hand to his mouth to keep from sobbing
"No one is making you do that!, you are choosing to do it"
"And what fucking choice do I have!?"
"ENOUGH!" Treville bellowed silencing them both, chocking back a sob d`Artagnan swiped at his face reluctantly accepting a hand kerchief from Treville to dry his eyes and blow his nose
"You two clearly need to sort this out properly, not just scream at each other" he said with a deep and weary sigh "I`m giving you a weeks leave to make arangments, proper arangments not just spur of the moment decisions, and I don`t want to see either of you until it`s sorted"
"Fine" Athos grunted as d`Artagnan shakily blew his nose
"Oh and to make sure the two of you actually talk and don`t just go your seperate ways for a week, you`ll be restricted to the garrison in the guest quaters under guard for the next seven days!" Treville stated a calculating smile that would have done the cardinal proud crossing his face as both men looked at him in horror "I expect to see you in weeks time with this matter fully sorted"
"But Captain....?"
"You can`t....?"
"You can spend it in the brig if you wish!" Treville growled glaring at them
"No sir" Athos sighed tipping his hat back on his head, d`Artagnan folding his arms and glowering with a pout on his face
"Aramis, Porthos, make sure they get to where they`re supposed to be" Treville ordered "And see to it there are rotating guards on the door of their quaters, and if nessasery shackles for the pair of them!"
"Pleasure Captain!" Porthos cackled cracking his knuckles
"We`ll tie them down ourselves if you wish sir!" Aramis said with a broad smile to both idiotic Musketeers "It`s your own fault!" he said "Now for the next seven days you`ll talk like adults and sort this out for good, or I won`t be held responsible for my actions and neither will Porthos!"
"Nore shall I!" Treville said leveling them both with a glare "Now get out of here and start acting your ages! honestly, you`re like squabbling toddlers at times!".

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It took three days before d`Artagnan and Athos actually spoke to each other, really spoke that is, not just exchanged insults and snide comments.

Athos mood was sour since there was no wine at all, or any alcohol actually, just water or milk to drink!, the guards they had on the doors would`nt budge for love nore money, meaning he and d`Artagnan were well and truly trapped in the guest rooms until they had sorted this out.

Sighing once again as he finished polishing his already spotless boots for the fifth time that evening he looked across the room to where d`Artagnan was slumped in the window looking out at the world with a longing on his face.
Boredom had`nt hit him as fast as it had Athos, since he had the delightful job of letting out his breeches to see to now that he no longer had his corset to wear, and his belly was to large for them to fit without.

Supplied with extra material to create panels, needles, thread and yarn to tie the panels so they could be loosened as required, by Aramis, d`Artagnan had spent three days sewing.

Now however this was done and he was bored out of his skull, and quite miserable if the look on his face was anything to go by, Athos cleared his throat getting d`Artagnan`s attention as he set his boots down on the floor "Anything happening outside?" he asked in a neutral tone
"Nothing interesting" d`Artagnan replied leaning his head back against the wall with a sigh and closed his eyes "Think we could climb out of the window and escape?"
"Only if you want broken legs and a respite in the brig!" Athos snorted "Bastards could have at least given us a pack of cards or some dice!"
"Proberly thought we`d use them to kill each other" d`Artagnan said "Death by the ace of spades!, now that`d be....." he broke off with a soft grunt of pain his hand going to his abdomen as he took several deep breaths
"What is it?, d`you need a Physician?" Athos asked, off the bed in an instant
"No no, I`m fine" d`Artagnan said shaking his head "Chris just pushed hard, thats all"
"Chris?".

D`Artagnan bit his bottom lip looking away from Athos currious gaze, "I don`t know if it`s a boy or girl" he whispered his cheeks colouring slightly "So I thought Chris, it works for both, Christophe for a boy and Christina for a girl"
"They......they`re good names" Athos said
"Dos`nt matter though does it?" d`Artagnan replied "I suppose you`ll name him or her for an ancestor of yours"
"Actually I had`nt given it much thought" Athos admitted scratching his chin where his beard desperately needed a trim "And I think Chris works", d`Artagnan gave a shrug of his shoulders turning back to look out the window his hand still resting over his enlarged stomach and moving in a gentle stroke back and forth getting Athos attention, and making his heart ache for what d`Artagnan must be feeling right now, had been for weeks.

Slowly he crossed the room standing besides the younger man who acknowledged his presence with brief glance
"You don`t have to give Chris up" Athos said taking a chance to reach out and place his hand over d`Artagnan`s stilling the motion "You can keep him or her"
"How and where?" d`Artagnan replied "You said yourself I`ve no money family or home, theres no way I can raise a baby"
"I have money!, I can take care of you both!, get you decent lodging, see to bills, everything you need!", d`Artagnan looked up at Athos shaking his head "You can`t do that!, I`m not your responsibility, it`s not your job to take care of me, and I won`t be your.........kept boy....male mistress or whatever!"
"I`m not asking you to be"
"Then what are you saying exactly?" d`Artagnan cried in complete exasperation "One minute you can hardly bear to look at me!, the next your fawning all over me like I`m a child about to break!, the next you demand I give the baby to you, and now your saying I should keep it!?, will you make up your mind and tell me once and for all what the hell it is you want!!!!?"
"You!" Athos snarled pushing away from d`Artagnan and crossing the room to kick visciously at the nearest bed "I want you!"

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"What?" d`Artagnan whispered sliding off the window sill as Athos braced his arms against the wall his head down between them and his back turned to the Gascon
"I said I want you!" he growled his body rigid with frustrated emotion "I wanted you since you first arrived in Paris, since you first tried to kill me!, I wanted you when we bedded, and I wanted you in the morning when I woke with you in my arms!, I still want you now!"
"But.......why did`nt you tell me that?" d`Artagnan cried "You said it was a mistake you......Milady?" Athos flinched at the name as d`Artagnan realized why Athos had pulled away from him all those months ago, "You were scared of getting hurt again, scared of letting yourself love"
"Scared of loosing you" Athos whispered turning back round to face d`Artagnan "And yet I did that anyway did`nt I?"
"You hav`nt lost me Athos, I`m standing right here!" d`Artagnan said a gentle smile on his face
"You are, but you don`t feel the same" Athos said with a mirthless smile "Why would you?"
"Oh my God are you brain dead!?" d`Artagnan cried "I love you, you complete moron!, God knows why when you are aggravating, arrogant, emotionally retarded and completely infuriating!!!!, but I do love you!, I always have!".

Athos took several moments to register this, both the insults and the confession of love, then in almost a single bound had crossed the room to take d`Artagnan in his arms and kiss him with such fierceness that both their mouths hurt at the force of it!.

Weeks of stress and misery burned away as their bodies locked together being replaced by passion and lust.
D`Artagnan wrapped his arms about Athos neck, the older man lifting him as the staggered back against the wall, d`Artagnan`s legs wrapped about his hips, their groins pressed maddeningly together as they continued to kiss in a violent battle of tongues and teeth only stopping when the need for air became desperate
"Take me!" d`Artagnan moaned
"Oil, we need something...." Athos groaned his mind going numb with sexual need
"Butter, theres some in the pot from dinner" d`Artagnan panted "It`ll do!".

Hardly able to bear being a second without touching each other, the fell over towards the beds, Athos snagging the pot of butter of the table smothering his fingers in it as d`Artagnan tore at his clothes making short work of them and hurriedly undoing Athos breeches with the same need "Eager?" Athos chuckled easing him back onto the bed
"It`s been six months!, you need ask?!!", Athos gave a dry laugh as he bent to prepare d`Artagnan the Gascon writhing on the bed telling him to hurry and wickedly reaching for his cock and stroking him so much Athos was dripping and desperate by the time he was satisfied d`Artagnan was ready for him.

Taking d`Artagnan into his lap, mindful of the swell of his belly and the baby residing there, Athos entered him feeling the tight muscles clenching about him as d`Artagnan gripped his shoulders and the back of his head tugging his hair and squirming deliciously on his cock, messily their mouths met in a sloppy kiss their bodies moving to much and the need for air keeping them from kissing properly, also the enlargement of d`Artagnan`s nipples and the new fullness of his breasts had Athos attention and he sent d`Artagnan into breathy screams as his mouth closed over one sensative breast his tongue teasing his nipple as colstrum leaking from the reddened nub of flesh
"Athos!, God!, Jesus Christ!" d`Artagnan cried bouncing up and down wantonly on Athos as the man moved over to the his right breasts nipping with his teeth and lapping at his nipple as he thrust in and out of the Gascons willing body.
With two hand fulls of Athos hair, d`Artagnan let out a long scream of pleasure spilling between them, his shivering clenching muscles quickly bringing Athos to completion and he held d`Artagnan in his arms kissing his lightly sweated face
running a hand over his back and guiding them both down onto the bed to lay back and relax.

Outside in the hall Porthos and Aramis exchanged amused glances both happy with the knowledge that their idiot friends had finally sorted things out, now the four of them could get ready to become parents.

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"Well" Athos breathed as he lay sprawled across the bed, d`Artagnan laying beside him stroking his rounded belly "This is certainly turning out better than I thought"
"Our captivity or our relationship?" d`Artagnan asked
"The captivity" Athos replied sitting up and leaning over to place a kiss on d`Artagnan`s belly jumping back in surprise as he felt the firm press of a foot thump back at him "Feisty little bugger!" he chuckled "Taking after you I think!"
"Hey!" d`Artagnan reprimanded lightly "How d`you know it`s not you he or she will take after?"
"Because you`re prettier!"
"Pretty!!!!" d`Artagnan squarked grabbing a pillow to beat Athos over the head with it "I am not pretty!"
"Oh you are!, and you`re adorable when you pout like that!"
"I am not pouting! I`m scowling!"
"And look about as fierce as a toddler with it!".

D`Artagnan growled at Athos his eyes narrowed at him, pouting though he refused to accept his scowl was a pout!
"Carry on and you`ll be changing every clout till the baby`s toilet trained!"
"Heavon forbid!" Athos grunted his nose wrinkling "We`ll get a wet nurse for all that!"
"Wet nurse?" d`Artagnan repeated a hand going to his milk swollen breasts and sore nipples "I thought I`d feed him or her myself"
"Oh, I just assumed" Athos said his eyebrows reaching to his hair line "Nobility tend not to care for their own children, that is something nurses and governesses do"
"Well we`ll need nurses later I`m sure, when we`re both working, but I`d like to care for the baby myself for the first few weeks at least" d`Artagnan said
"Of course, if thats what your want" Athos agreed "We need to find somewhere to live before then, My rooms in the rue Ferou are too small to acomodate a babe, we need a good sized house, space for a nursery and in due course a nurse and governess"
"Sounds like you`re planning to purchase a chateau!" d`Artagnan laughed stretching languidly across the rumpled and sex stained sheets, at Athos look he shook his head
"No!, no you can`t" he said
"Why not?" Athos asked "I can afford it"
"Thats not the point" d`Artagnan said "We don`t need anything of that magnitude, and it`ll cost a fortune to run a house of that size, surely a town house will be better"
"Don`t fancy becoming a chaterlaine then?" Athos chuckled seizing d`Artagnan by the hips and tugging him over to him pulling him down into a kiss
"Hardly" d`Artagnan purred squirming against Athos his hand going down to torment Athos cock and yelped as he was suddenly lifted up onto Athos lap, his body still slik from previous love making he needed no more preperation and Athos was able to slid inside him easily
"Ar`nt I too heavy?" d`Artagnan asked as he straddled Athos hips and cock "I don`t want to hurt you"
"You`ll only hurt me if you don`t start fucking me!" Athos growled gripping the gascons hips "Now for God sakes fuck me!".

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Treville`s response to the d`Artagnan, Athos situation was to call them both fools and congratulate them!.

Aramis and Porthos took delight in poking fun at them both for their idiocy, though were both releaved and pleased for their friends, that they had sorted everything out.

What followed their release from captivity, which had turned into a rather epic session of love making, which saw both Athos and d`Artagnan spending the last few days of their imprisonment stark naked and rutting on the beds as rampant as animals in heat!.
The need to purchase suitable lodgings became the next course of action, and for d`Artagnan to see a midwife and physician, since he had been keeping the pregnancy secret he had not seen anyone yet to check that both he and the baby were alright, and Athos was adamant that he do so.

Since Aramis already had both a Midwife and a physician attending him, he took d`Artagnan to them, while Porthos went with Athos to view properties, under the strict orders to not allow Athos to buy anything that had more than three or four bedrooms, and certainly not a bloody great chateau!.

D`Artagnan shifted uncomfortably in the Physicians rooms in the Rue d`saint Ann.
Monsieur d`Bellros was a prosperous physician, male obstetrics being his speciality, and had delivered many males of their children, he now had a large premises, using the rooms upstairs for his dwelling and the rooms down stairs, the largest parlour as his examination and operating room.

D`Artagnan was ordered to strip from the waist down, and roll his shirt up, and lay back on the narrow cot bed to be examined
"Come now!" Aramis teased "it`s a little late for modesty is`nt it!?, he`ll have to look down there when you`re in labour, as will Madamoiselle du`Barry"
"Who!!!!?" d`Artagnan yelped as he unlaced his breeches
"The midwife!" Aramis sighed rolling his eyes "Honestly the way you`re behaving it`s a wonder you even got pregnant!"
"Blow me!" d`Artagnan grunted as he sat on the cot to take off his boots and wriggle out of his breeches dropping them on the floor at his feet and lay back on the cot his head resting on a small thin pillow, taking a breath before rolling his shirt up, d`Bellros coming over with a smile.

"Lets have a look and see whats going on then" he said placing his skilled hands on d`Artagnan`s belly, palpatating his belly he was about to feel the baby within, and the position of the uterus, nodding his head as he found the babies head in the correct position, and felt some good strong movement.

Using a ear trumpet he listened to the babies heart beat telling d`Artagnan to take large steady breaths while he did so, satisfied that the heart beat was strong he took up a tape measure to measure fundal height.

"D`you know how far along you are?" he asked as he placed the tape just above d`Artagnan`s pelvic cavity
"Umm, just over six months" d`Artagnan said "Twenty five weeks give or take a few days", since up until a week ago he and Athos had only slept together once he knew the exact date of conception and the length he had gestated
"Hmmm, you`re rather small then" d`Bellros said with a frown "You should be measuring between twenty four and twenty six centermeters, you`re only at twenty one"
"Oh God!" d`Artagnan whispered a jolt of fear going through him "Is it bad?, will the baby be alright?"
"I should`nt see why not, while small everything seems perfect" d`Bellros said "Have you been wearing anything tight about your abdomen?", guilt was clear on d`Artagnan`s face as he nodded his head, Aramis taking pity on him and placing a hand on his shoulder "He was wearing a corset up until a fortnight ago"
"Ah, thats whats caused it then" d`Bellros said with a nod "No more of that from now on, the baby needs space to grow"
"You`re sure it`s alright though?" d`Artagnan asked worriedly hating that he might have hurt the child
"As far as I can tell, yes, but you must not use corsetry anymore, and you need to start taking rest in the afternoons, with your feet raised and consume more than you are"
"I`ll see he does" Aramis said
"Alright then, lets get the internal exam over" d`Bellros said "Then I`ll give you a check over too Aramis"
"Internal!?" d`Artagnan moaned
"Pop your legs up, and part them, I need to check the birth canal" D`Bellros said matter of factly, groaning and shutting his eyes at the indignity of this d`Artagnan brought his legs up and parted them, wincing as the Physicians fingers began to probe him.

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Aside from being ordered to rest and eat more, d`Artagnans health was declared to be good, however d`Bellros feared he would have a difficult labour owing to the narrowness of his hips, which would likely lead to a long and painful delivery, however most men suffered with the same problem, their pelvis not being as flexible and wide as a womans, and d`Bellros had successfully delivered from men and boys who were more slight than d`Artagnan before now.

The two pregnant Musketeers met up with Porthos and Athos at The Swan Inn, Aramis immediately bounding over and sitting down on Porthos lap, snuggling into him and kissing him passionately "Hm, the check up go well then?" Porthos asked
"Perfect" Aramis replied "Everything`s right on schedule"
"Least for one of us" d`Artagnan muttered sitting down with a melancholic expression
"Whats wrong?, is something wrong?" Athos asked worriedly looking from d`Artagnan to Aramis
"Nothing serious" Aramis assured him "He`s a little small for being nearly six and a half months, thats all, the baby`s fine, and given rest and a wholesome diet everything`ll be fine"
"It`s my fault" d`Artagnan sighed rubbing his forehead "That bloody corset!"
"Oh hush, it`s not done any serious damage, you`ll make up the growth in no time" Aramis soothed while shooting Athos a speaking look to tell him not to scold the youngest for this, he was already punishing himself over it enough
"Well, so long as you`re both alright, then it`s nothing that can`t be solved by simple rest and diet" Athos declared nodding to the bar wench "We might aswell start on the latter now, with a decent meal".


Athos and d`Artagnan purchased a property only a short walk from Aramis and Porthos, in the Latin Quarter, complete with two large bedrooms and a smaller one which a nurse could have when they appointed one, downstairs was an adequate kitchen, and parlour, with a small but sufficiant dining room.

As soon as d`Artagnan agreed to the house Athos had gone to his bank to draw gold from the coffers and bought the place, taking more to begin the furnishing.
While he may have not been Comte de la Fere in many years he had never lost the tastes of the ruling classes, and luxurious and costly furniture was swiftly purchased from every merchent in Paris and the surounding towns, from a large four poster bed for the master bedroom, to a crib in the nursery, rocking horses, childrens toys, chairs and tables, chaise longe, and plush sofas, full wall length curtains of silk, damask, and velvet for all the windows, even art work for the walls!, and chests and trunks and cases for belongings!.

Within a month the property was fully furnished and they were able to move in, throwing a small house warming party with Aramis, and Porthos, and Treville all of whom had been named as God Parents for the baby.

"This lot must have cost a bloody fortune!" Treville commented as he lazed back on one of the sofas in the parlour, Porthos and Aramis snuggled together on the lovers seat near the window while d`Artagnan was laying back on the chaise, with Athos in one of the ornate high backed chairs that went about a small card table, the chair having been moved over to d`Artagnan where he was massaging his feet gently
"Fortune an a half I should think!" Porthos chuckled Aramis a snug warm weight on his lap, his hands about his belly where the baby stirred with fluttering movements, not full kicks yet but it was only a matter of time,
"Jealous?" d`Artagnan asked looking over his shoulder with a grin
"Naturally!" Aramis leered "I should have got myself a rich sugar daddy!"
"Hey!" Athos protested "I don`t need to be made to feel anymore of a craddle snatcher!"
"I`m hardly jail bait!" d`Artagnan said with a roll of his eyes "And since Porthos dos`nt know his age you could already have a sugar daddy, he looks about fifty nine at least!", Treville snorted into his brandy while Porthos growled at the impish Musketeer
"When you`re not with child!!!!" he threatend
"You`ll what?"
"Give you a damn good hiding y`lil sod!"
"Ooooh I like a bit of spanking!" d`Artagnan goaded wiggling his eyebrows as Athos groaned and Aramis dissolved into laughter before freezing as he and Porthos both felt a definate kick beneath their hands "Ohmygod!"
"Was that???, did???, is it?????" Porthos stammered
"Kicking!, the baby`s kicking!" Aramis half laughed half sobbed in a mixture of overwhelming emotion "It`s actually kicking!"
"Ha, lets see how joyfull you are about that when it`s your kidney thats getting kicked!, or your bladder at three in the morning!" d`Artagnan grumbled rubbing his own belly with a ruefull smile, since his last check up with Bellros the baby had grown in a real spurt, reaching the normal fundal height and releaving his fears over having done any harm with the corset.

"I don`t care!" Aramis laughed wiping his eyes, his emotions having become all over the place in the last few weeks sniffling a little as Porthos kissed his cheek "Little Angelique or Aurelian can kick all the time!, I`ll never get tired of it"
"He`s so strong" Porthos said shaking his head at the movement "Must be a boy"
"You think girls can`t be strong?" Treville asked with a risen eyebrow "I can think of several who`d question that statement"
"Constance for one" d`Artagnan offered
"Either way" Porthos said with a shrug "They`ll be beautiful, because they`re from Mis"
"And from you" Aramis whispered turning his head to kiss Porthos over his shoulder "Our baby"
"A blending of those two" Athos muttered "God help us all!"

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AN I think anyone would be jealous of d`Artagnan, all that wealth and an adoring Athos?, who would`nt want that?.
This fic however is about to take a darker turn, hold onto your knickers and wait for the plunge!!!!


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The weeks passed swiftly, d`Artagnan and Aramis became even firmer friends than before, comisserating over swollen ankles, aching backs, sore feet, stretch marks and bulging navels!.

Porthos had only made the mistake of comparing Aramis`s popped navel to a nipple the once!, the ringing ears he had been left with were warning enough not to do it again!, and he always answered the negative whenever Aramis asked if his backside looked big!.

Truth be told his pert rump had become fuller and rounder as his hips widened in preperation for the birth, and perhaps his rather intense craving strawberry tarts!, and Porthos was delighting in the extra flesh to squeeze in his hands when he was burried inside the heated skin!, however to Aramis`s face he swore blind that his backside was completely unchanged!.

He also formed a closer bond with Athos, the two of them sharing their own woes of dealing with two over hormonal, easily upset, heavily pregnant mates!.

As d`Artagnan had headed into his final trimester he had decided Athos was to blame for everything!, from his pregnancy to the Roman invasion of Europe, and Adam and Eve getting kicked out of Eden!.
A grumpy, aching, and close to delivery d`Artagnan was definately difficult to deal with!, and Porthos was very grateful that while Aramis was easily prone to tears, and fits of temper he was`nt quite as foul tempered!, Yet!, since Athos was of the opinion that the grumpiness would be catching and once Aramis reached his final few weeks he too would be just as impossible to live with!.

However, despite the fact their lovers were grouchy and uncomfortable, neither Musketeers wanted to be parted from them, and took extra effort in seeing to the comfort and needs even if all they got was a mouthful of abuse in return!.

That was why neither were overly thrilled when Louis decided to take a long weekends hunting trip at his Chateau in Versaille, specifically requesting the best Musketeers in the regiment to join him, meaning that for four days Athos and Porthos would be away from d`Artagnan and Aramis, something they were loathe to be.

"Orders an order" Aramis said with a shrug as he sat on the chaise watching Porthos pack
"I still don`t have to like it!" Porthos grumbled "I don`t want to be away from you, especially not now!, not when you`re so heavy..."
"Heavy!?" Aramis asked raising an eyebrow
"Umm......I mean.....big with child?"
"Hardly better you oaf!" Aramis snorted resting a hand on his prominant middle "However, I think me and little one can manage without you for a few days"
"You should`nt have to" Porthos complained setting down his pack and crossing the room to Aramis and dropping to his knees before him resting a hand on his middle "I should be here for everything, I want to be here for everything!"
"You will be" Aramis said with a laugh "I`ve got another two and a half months to carry for yet!, you won`t be missing anything!"
"Istilldon`twanttogo!" Porthos grumbled in a single breath pressing his face into Aramis`s belly and kissing his warm skin through his loose shirt while Aramis laughed and curled his fingers through his tight black curls.

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"You`re supposed to be going into confinement this week!" Athos snarled as the flung his clothes into a pack, "I can`t believe the King would want me to leave now of all times!, just so he can arse about hunting a few deer for a few days!"
"Fine way to talk about your King Musketeer!" d`Artagnan snorted as he lay back on the bed, one of the few places he felt comfortable untill the baby moved onto his bladder of course!
"Well it`s hardly an idle time for me to be away from you is it?" Athos growled turning to look at his very pregnant lover "You can hardly take care of yourself right now!"
"I beg your pardon!?", the ice in d`Artagnan`s tone would have made an eskimo shiver with a chill
"Well you can barely walk!, you hav`nt seen your feet in weeks!, and you`re back is constantly hurting!"
"And who`s fault is that?, who did this to me in the first place!?", Athos inwardly groaned at the familiar argument and rolled his eyes
"Lets not get into that again, please?" he asked, alright he begged!, shooting puppy eyes at d`Artagnan`s narrowed gaze and a hopeful expression!
"Jackass!" d`Artagnan muttered shaking his head "I can manage for a couple of days!, Mis and I will be together during the day, and at night we`ll be sleeping, and if anything happens he`s only down the road, as I am for him, not that anything will happen, so stop worrying!"
"Impossible" Athos said sitting down on the bed beside d`Artagnan and taking his hand to kiss "I won`t stop fearing for you and our child until the day I die, you and he, or she are my whole world, the only reasons I get up in the mornings, I could not bear to loose you"
"And you never will" d`Artagnan swore tugging on Athos doublet to pull him closer "Now, instead of complaining, why don`t you give me something to remember while you`re away!!!".


Since Porthos and Athos were obesessional in their concern for their pregnant lovers, every Musketeer in the regiment not on assignment and each and every member of Des Essarts company were to keep a close eye upon them while they were away!.

For the first two days everything was fine, Aramis and d`Artagnan would take daily walks through the streets of Paris, visiting the market and heading to the garrison to watch the training, since he would soon be entering confinement d`Artagnan was keen to enjoy as much fresh air and freedom as he could before he spent the remainder of his pregnancy in the bed chamber waiting for the birth and then six long weeks following it.

Aramis of course would also be heading into confinement just a month after d`Artagnan, and was dreading that part of his pregnancy as much as the Gascon, the six endless weeks of boredom and darkness before the onslaught of labour and another six weeks hidden away from the world until they came out to be churched.

"I`ll be bored out of my skull!" d`Artagnan complained as the two of them walked "Waddeled" the streets heading back to the Latin quarter "I`ll end up going mad before I deliver!"
"You and me both!" Aramis sighed rubbing the base of his back missing Porthos night massages keenly "Does my ass look bigger to you?" he asked d`Artagnan
"Yeah!, you`ve gained nearly twenty pounds! of course it`s bigger!" d`Artagnan snorted getting an acid look from Aramis
"You`re not exactly stick like yourself anymore whelp!" he shot back
"No!, but I`m still prettier!"
"Like hell you are!".

The friendly banter continued as they turned into a shadowed ally, neither of them having any reason to be on their guard and not carrying weapons since in their current condition they could hardly fight anyway, making them easy targets, which five masked and cloaked men too advantage of seizing the heavily pregnant Muskeeters, knocking them both unconscious and bundling them into a carriage their leader leaping on the front and nodding to the driver
"Hurry, Milady is waiting!"

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AN Athos and Porthos are going to explode over this!, and you are right, this is soooo not good, nothing with Milady is ever good.

Plus I have a request, can someone write me a d`Art/Athos mpreg fic?, pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaasssssse!, I`m not above begging or blackmail!.

Plus if someone can tell me how to do it, I have a couple of photomanip pics of pregnant d`Art and Mis to upload, I just don`t know how!.

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Aramis was the first awaken, finding himself laying on damp straw in a dark, dank cellar that stank of mould, the low ceiling creaking as footsteps passed over head, and a narrow stair case lead up to a trap door that without even trying he knew would be locked.

Two lanterns lit the dim room, giving Aramis a chance to survey the situation, taking in his own condition and d`Artagnan`s.

By the aching in his head, the slight blurring of his vision, and the tightness of his skin down the right side of his face, he had been knocked out, the blood from the blow drying on his face, aside from they injury he was relativly unscathed.
A quick check showing his wrists and ankles bound with thick rope, the kind sailors use on their ships, and the rope was secured to rings above his and d`Artagnan`s heads.

D`Artagnan had blood matted in his hair, and his nose was bloody however other than that he looked to be in one piece, he too was bound, and resting on his side.

Shuffling on his bottom Aramis gently reached over and took d`Artagnan`s shoulder shaking him awake
"Mis?" came the sleepy and disoriented groan "Where....?, ugh I feel sick!"
"Thats the concussion" Aramis said "My heads killing me too"
"What the hell?" d`Artagnan grunted sitting up and moaning for the pain in his skull "Where are we?"
"I`ve no idea" Aramis sighed "Bound and helpless at present it seems"
"Musketeers are never helpless" d`Artagnan grunted spitting on the floor and hoping his stomach would settle else he`d be puking aswell.

Before Aramis could make a reply the trap door was opened and in walked a woman both Musketeers had hoped they would never see again.

"Oh you`ve got to be kidding!" d`Artagnan groaned shutting his eyes and resting his head back against the wall "Bitch is like a cockroach!, you can`t get rid no matter what you do!"
"More like crabs!" Aramis snorted glowering at Milady de Winter/Anne de Bruiell/Charlotte Brackson/Madame d`lachappel.

"What name is it this time?" he asked "Or are we simply to call you Bitch from hell?"
"Right now you can call me your jailer" Milady replied with a smirk, her lackys behind her "You did`nt really think I`d give up just like that did you?"
"We had hoped so" Aramis replied "But I suppose it was to much to ask that you show some common sense and get your unwanted arse out of Paris!"
"And let Olivier win?" Milady snorted her handsome face screwing into an ugly sneer "Hardly"
"Hav`nt you done enough?" d`Artagnan asked "You murdered his brother, ruined his life!, what more do you want?"
"His brother deserved to die!" Milady snarled
"Oh don`t give me that sob story again!, you don`t honnestly expect me to believe that he tried to rape you?" d`Artagnan spat "You are a lying evil bitch that deserved to die choking on the end of a rope!, Athos and I showed you great mercy, mercy you should have been grateful for and left, now?, he`ll skin you alive!"
"No sweetheart, he won`t" Milady said closing in on the two pregnant Musketeers her hand reached out and grabbed hold of d`Artagnan`s face her nails digging into his skin "Athos will kill himself when I return your broken corpses to him, gutted and torn apart!, your babies sold off to the highest bidders!".

"What?" Aramis gasped sucking a breath in sharply in fear, this was her plan?, to steal the babies?, she released d`Artagnan`s face raking her nails down his skin leaving red marks in their wake
"Baby farming is big business, and I do need to make up my fortunes again" Milady replied with a smirk "I had planned to only use yours and that former thief`s brat, and kill the whelp here, however Athos filling his belly has made me doubly rich, I can take the most precious things from him and his friends, ruin the lives of everyone who took my life from me!"
"You`re fucking insane!" d`Artagnan snarled his hands protectivly about his belly "Mis has another two months to carry and I over a month myself!, d`you really think you can keep us hidden for all that time?"
"Of course not!" Milady laughed "A surgeon will cut them out of you in a few days!, between him and a wet nurse they`ll be kept healthy for their new parents, while you both bleed to death!" giving the Musketeers one last leer she turned on her heal heading back up the stairs leaving her lackies to shove a bowl of gruel and a jug of water at the Musketeers along with two wooden spoons, before going back up the stairs and leaving them back in the solitude of their cell.

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Treville was forced to leap to the side as his desk was brutally kicked over, sending the contense spreading across the floor with ink well spilling, wine jug shattering along with his glass, quills, papers, nibs, and his chair scattering across the room!.

Porthos let out a roar of fury of he booted the table across the room his face a mask of pure rage, body shaking with the need to act on his anger,
"We trusted you!" Athos growled, ice cold rage on his face, his eyes like blades of solid ice, and features hardened into a mask of accusing hate and seething anger "We left our pregnant lovers in YOUR CARE!"
"I am so very sorry" Treville said holding up his hands, in the two days since the abduction of d`Artagnan and Aramis he had, had the Musketeers and Des Essarts guards turn Paris upside down trying to find them, while sending word to Athos and Porthos who had only just returned furious and terrified.

"You`re sorry?" Athos sneered his scarred top lip curling back in derision
"I should rip your neck out and beat you to death with it!" Porthos growled looking at his Captain like he had Bonnaire "You failed us!, failed our family!".

Under any other circumstances Treville would have had both on a charge for this, but right now his own guilt was nawing a hole in his gut stopping him from acting out against the men before him "I will do everything within my power to get d`Artagnan and Aramis back alive, I promise" Treville stated
"You promised they`d be safe!" Porthos snarled "You`re promises are worth as much as the Cardinals!"
"What leads are there?" Athos snapped "Who did this?"
"We don`t know who" Treville addmitted "I`ve contacted your.....the ugh........Queen of the Court, Flea?, she is searching for answers, so far no one has found anything except...."
"Except what?" Athos growled.

Treville sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, taking a breath, not wanting to reveal this but having no choice either "Bouquets of forget-me-nots were found at both your homes" he admitted wincing at the sudden paling of Athos skin, the Musketeer staggered and would have fallen had Porthos not grabbed him "No, no no no!, God no!, not her!, not this!" he gasped shaking his head
"Milady has them?" Porthos whispered
"We believe so" Treville sighed rubbing the back of his head "We don`t know where though nore what she is plan......." he was cut off as his door was suddenly flung open and King Louis swept in Richelieu behind him along with Jussac and Cahusac of the Red Guards.

"Majesty!" Treville gasped bowing, Porthos and Athos following, the King in the garrison!, it was unheard of!
"Captain" Louis greeted "News of these terrible events have reached me, the kidnap of my Musketeers and their unborn children, a vile crime for which the culprits will hang! after being flogged in public"
"Indeed sire" Treville said glancing a Richelieu who simply glared back
"In light of this horrid business I give you leave to use the whole regiment of Musketeers and Des Essarts to find Aramis and d`Artagnan, plus his eminence will give over command of his guards to assist!!!", that explain Richelieu`s fury then! Treville mused "Are there any leads?" Louis asked
"We believe a Woman by the name of Milady de Winter is responsible for this" Treville replied pleased to see Richelieu flinch at the mention of the name "A known murderer and thief, where she has our men or why we do not know"
"Milady?" Louis repeated "You mean Comtesse de Winter?, she was a member of your household was`nt she Armand?" he asked looking at Richelieu who gritted his teeth scowling
"She was, however I found that she was stealing from me and plotting against my life, and had her removed from my household" he replied "I thought the Musketeers could handle her"
"We should her mercy" Athos whispered sounding broken in body and spirit "I will never make that mistake again".