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Barren Omega Aramis, Alpha/Omega AU Otp3 to otp4

[(Anonymous)]

Inspired by this prompt bbcmusketeerskink.dreamwidth.org/2286.html?thread=2675438#cmt2675438 and other similar ones with omega- d'Art joining the Musketeers and the Inseparables who are all Alphas. But what if Aramis was also a omega? A rather promiscuous and unconventional one, but unlike young omega-d'Art, Aramis is barren/infertile. A previous miscarriage when he was young made him lose the baby, but also left him unable to conceive, though that has not stopped him from enjoying himself when it comes to bed-play, and both Porthos and Athos except and love him.

When fertile and young d'Art joins them, things change however leaving Aramis feeling suddenly a bit inadequate. He doesn't hate or resent the younger omega, in fact he takes him under his wing like the others like a younger brother, they are both omegas after all. But that doesn't stop him from being envious and depressed, he loves Porthos and Athos with everything that he has and yet he knows that he can never give either family, save what they already have. Knowing especially how much Porthos would love to have children, now here comes d'Artagnan whos young and fertile and can give both Athos and Porthos everything they could ever want in a proper Omega, including lots of children. D'Art is completely oblivious to this and thinks that Aramis doesn't really like him and is putting up with him only for Athos and Porthos sakes.

No sudden or magical cures for Aramis' infertility, and even if this is Omega-verse it would be interesting to see Aramis having to deal with what women had to deal with when it came to the time-period thinking of infertility. H/C

Re: Barren Omega Aramis, Alpha/Omega AU Otp3 to otp4

[(Anonymous)]

As the filler of many Mpreg prompts on this meme and as the OP of the prompt who inspired this I might try and fill it.

Infertility is such a painful subject even today when we have IVF, but back then it was considered a curse, that one was being punished by God. Poor Aramis would feel it terribly in this situation, and while you`ve said there will be no cure, perhaps d`Artagnan can have him named as surragote Omega Mother?, having him legally made a part of the babies lives along with Porthos and Athos?.

Fill More than blood 1

[(Anonymous)]

AN I must be insane I`m already filling two fics at present, so update will be sporadic, but I`ve got to give this a try.


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He`d been sixteen when it had happened, a brutal miscarriage that had stolen his chance to ever bear another child.
He`d been five months gone when the baby had unexpectedly died inside him, resulting in a ham handed midwife having to remove the child by force, nearly making him bleed to death in the process as his womb was damaged beyond repair.

Aramis had been at a loss at the time, unable to think of anything he could do with his life, he was an Omega, and now unable to bear children.
His parents had recomended the priesthood, at least he could do something with his life now he was infertile and useless for any Alphas and Betas, after all what Alpha would want to be bonded to an Omega who could`nt bear then offspring?.

The priesthood was`nt for him, and for several years Aramis found himself wondering aimlessly through life, casual sex with Alphas and Betas who wanted an Omega to fuck but no children bought him some relief to his grief for both his lost baby and fertility.
It was worse when he was around fertile Omegas, breeding Omegas, their colour high in their cheeks, round swollen bellies proudly displayed before them, adoring Alphas fawning over them making Aramis aware of his barren belly all the more.

Sometimes he`d dream of being pregnant, of carrying a litter, being heavy and swollen with pups, having an adoring Alpha kissing and caressing him with pure love, these dreams were agony to him, cruel as a knife to the heart.

He had expected to spend his whole life alone, why would any Alpha want a useless Omega like him?, joining the Musketeers at twenty had given him purpose at least, and for several years that had been enough or at least he`d told himself so, then seven years ago he`d met Porthos.

Porthos was the purest Alpha he`d ever known, broad, muscular, brash, agressive, he`d fallen for him on first sight, but never expected anything more than a casual fucking.
However Porthos had proven to be the best thing that had ever happened to him, and had bonded with him caring nothing for the fact he could`nt give them a family.
Five years later Athos joined them, another Alpha, a damaged one at that, hurting over a broken bond to a Beta female who`d betrayed him.

It had taken time, but eventually Athos joined them and bonded with them, forming a perfect trio bond.

Aramis had been content and settled for the first time in years, so happy he thought he would burst even though they would never have babies.

He could never have anticipated the arrival of a second Omega into their bond, a younger, prettier and highly fertile Omega at that, d`Artagnan.

Fill More than blood 2

[(Anonymous)]

D`Artagnan was only nineteen, a small slender boned Omega, hardly past his first heat when he`d come into their lives, wanting to avenge his murdered Father, then ended up saving Athos life and joining the trio on Musketeer missions keen to become a Musketeer himself.

Aramis did no dislike d`Artagnan, in fact he liked him very much, he was adoreable, rather puppy like himself in fact, a perfect younger brother.
However Aramis could not help his jealousy as Athos and Porthos began to show their interest in the young Omega, their flaired nostrils, possesive growls when other Alphas were around d`Artagnan, lingering touches during sparring, they were making their intentions known, and Aramis was not surprised when after proving himself as Musketeer d`Artagnan was brought into their bond.

Having had the Alphas to himself for the last few years, and while he had not been faithful himself in that time, Aramis did have some difficulty dealing with d`Artagnan`s addition to their bond, finding himself comparing his older and scarred barren body to d`Artagnan youthful beauty and fertility.

He tried not to show his bitterness to d`Artagnan, tried to take the boy under his wing, make him feel at home, after all they were already friends were they not?.
Then things changed again.
D`Artagnan`s heat came.

Aramis had left the apartment while the other Omega had been in heat, his presence was neither required or desired during this time, and not through malice, it was simply that Athos and Porthos and d`Artagnan would be too driven with primal carnal passion to bother with him, not of their choice, but of their own bodies desires which they were slaves to for days.

He slept with several men and women, betas and Alphas during that five day period, numbing himself and his pain at not having heats anymore, not being able to do this one thing that Omegas were meant to do, he had`nt felt his infertility and flat belly so keenly in years, but when he got back to the apartments, when he saw an exhausted, bruised, and glowing d`Artagnan laying in the nest his heart broke, for it was clear, by the new glow on his skin and shine in his eyes, and the love on the faces of the Alphas d`Artagnan had done what he could not, and he had conceived.

Seeing d`Artagnan with child was agonising, Aramis found himself jealous of the whole process, even the morning sickness, back ache, and stretch marks!, he`d have given his right arm for a chance to experiance it all.
For when the sickness stopped d`Artagnan bloomed, a pure Omega he glowed with the pregnancy, his features did not become bloated as betas often suffered, simply softened and rounded, his hips swaying as he walked, his back arching to accomdate his girth, his belly full and round in a perfect smooth dome, the stretch marks he`d complained of only marring the very top of his thighs and hips, and the sides of his breasts beneath his arm pits as they too grew with milk, his nipples become enlarged and reddened, leaking colstrum from the fourth month on.

Aramis felt his heart sting as he saw Porthos and Athos adoring their pregnant Omega, rubbing his aching back, massaging his feet, laying their hands on his large belly to feel the pups move, three of them!, triplets in one heat!.
Aramis had never felt so unnessasery in the bond before in his life as he did now, and as d`Artagnan headed closer to the due date and the nursery began to be prepared he felt it all the more.

Fill More than blood 3

[(Anonymous)]

AN I`m shocked by the response this has got!, I love you all for the encouragement!.
Will be incorperating d`Artagnan`s feelings into it from now on, and some Athos and Porthos but mainly d`Artagnan and Aramis since the fic is based on them more than anything else.

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It was`nt that he did`nt like Aramis.

Quite the contrary actually.

D`Artagnan found himself looking up to the older Omega, trying the emulate him and be like him.
He found Aramis to be a inspiration to him.
The Omega was so beautiful, and strong, and spirited.
No one told him what to do, no one would even dare to think to do so!, he had poise and charisma that d`Artagnan could only yearn for, charm, wit, and intellect that made the young Omega feel foolish, uncultured, and childish in comparison, his grace and elegant frame making d`Artagnan feel clumsy and ungainly, first by his bony skinny youth, and now by his advancing pregnancy.

That Aramis had not one but two Alphas, and two of the most masculine and handsome Alphas d`Artagnan had ever gotten wet for did not surprise him in the least.
Nore did the fact that he also had half of Europe lusting after him it seemed!, if d`Artagnan was to be asked what the definition of perfection was he would declare it to be Aramis in a heartbeat.

He had never thought for a moment that Athos and Porthos would look at him with desire, why would they when they had Aramis?.
However fortunes had been in his favour, as the Alphas had courted him and brought him into their bond.
Dealing with two fiery and powerful Alphas was both exciting and exhausting, and d`Artagnan had spent his first weeks in a haze of blissful fatigue as the Alphas had marked and scented him repeatedly making him "Theirs" completely.

He had hoped that his joining of the bond would bring him closer to Aramis, however it seemed to do the exact oposite.

Aramis was not rude as such, nor was he cruel, but he was certainly not friendly and welcoming, making d`Artagnan feel like a stupid child next to him, having years of experiance over him he could make Porthos and Athos hard and swollen with a flick of his long fingers, having them on their knees and begging him without even trying!.

D`Artagnan had begun to question his place in the bond and what he was even there for when he saw how besotted they were with each other, however it became clear to him why he was wanted by the trio, he could do one thing that Aramis could not do, do to the cruelty of fate leaving Aramis unable.
He could bear children.

Clearly the Alphas and Omega wanted him because he could breed, as his heat came, he was ravaged, torn, and impregnanted by the two intoxicated Alphas, his belly quickening with triplets, a good number of children for a first heat and from such a young Omega.

While he was over joyed to be providing the Inseparables with their much desired offspring, certain that Athos and Porthos would make excelent Fathers, and Aramis a brilliant secondary mother, he could not help but feel like a brood mare.
A being simply made and required to provide offspring and not wanted for anything more than that.

He tried to quell these feelings, certainly never speaking of them, but as his skinny body grew heavier and rounder as he gestated, he found himself comparing his swollen figure to Aramis`s sleek sensuality rather poorly, wishing he could move with the grace of Aramis, and could drive Athos and Porthos wild with desire like the older Omega could.

Fill More than blood 4

[(Anonymous)]

"This one is definately mine!" Porthos declared as he had both hands placed over d`Artagnans large belly feeling the firm kicks from a very active baby beneath the swollen stretched flesh
"If you mean that it kicks all the time and is never still then yes it is yours!" Athos replied with a risen eyebrow as he placed sliced bread on the table Aramis bringing porridge and honey and wincing at the sight of Porthos`s petting of d`Artagnan.

"Just because yours are lazy in there!" Porthos teased with a wolfish grin
"Hardly that" d`Artagnan sighed tiredly "All three of them were squirming all night!"
"That why you were up and down like a tarts skirts then?" Aramis asked taking some bread and spreading it with honey "You must have woken me ten times last night!"
"Sorry `bout that" d`Artagnan whispered blushing slightly
"Now `Mis, you know he can`t help it, they roll on his bladder he needs to use the pot" Porthos said "Would you rather he pissed the bed!?"
"Porthos!" d`Artagnan cried flushing crimson
"Do we have to discuss this at breakfast?" Athos sighed pinching the bridge of his nose tiredly "Porthos stop pawing d`Artagnan and let him eat, he`s eating for four now in case you`d forgotten!"
"If he has I`d say he needs his eyes testing!" Aramis snorted as Porthos slid back onto his own stool "Lad looks ready to burst!",
"That he does!" Porthos laughed patting d`Artagnan`s middle not seeing the wince on the young Omegas face "For good purpose too!"
"Indeed, now eat!" Athos grunted shoving a bowl of Porridge towards d`Artagnan making him feel even more like a breeding mare being kept fed to produce pure breeds, silently he dug the spoon into the porridge stirring it round without much interest in eating right now, especially not at the sight of Aramis`s slim physique right in front of him.

"We need to start thinking about Names you know" Porthos said spraying bread crumbs as he spoke and getting a tut of disapproval from Athos at his lack of manners
"We need to get a decent midwife more urrgently than that" Athos said
"We`ve had several!, you`re the one that keeps saying they`re not good enough"
"They`re not!" Athos replied "One had more sores on her face than skin, I did`nt trust that Alpha, he looked like he wanted t poach d`Art!, that omega had the brain capacity of a wet mop!, and those last two betas could`nt have delivered rabbits of their kittens let alone our Omega of our children!"
"I have a name!" d`Artagnan muttered as Porthos and Athos continued to argue, only Aramis hearing the words and frowning at the younger Omega who looked rather depressed, and had`nt touched his breakfast at all which was worrying considering his condition, however before he could say anything Athos fist had crashed into the table making the china rattle and causing silence in the room,
"My decision is final on this Porthos!" he stated his voice a pure Alpha growl making both Aramis and d`Artagnan damp with lust "D`Artagnan will see a hundred Midwives and Obstetricians if thats what it takes, but he will not be delivered by some flea bitten, pox riddled fool!"
"Great!, and if you carry on wasting time then he`ll be delivering on his own because we won`t have a midwife to do it!" Porthos snarled back
"So what would you suggest then?, some half drunk plague infected slag off the street!?" Athos spat
"Considering you`re generally rat arsed why not!"
"How dare you!?"
"Oh blow it out your arse!"
"Don`t I get a say in this?" d`Artagnan asked
"NO!!!" came two shouted responsed leaving the young Omega sinking back with whitened skin and a misrable expression as the Alphas continued to bicker and Aramis simply rolled his eyes, rising from the table and sauntering away leaving them to fight it out.

Fill More than blood 5

[(Anonymous)]

If there was one thing d`Artagnan hated about being pregnant, it was having to submit to examinations by midwives and obstetricians, perhaps it would not have been so bad had he only had one or two prodding and pocking him, however with Athos unable to find one he liked and trusted he had been stripped, groped, and ogled by half the medical workers in Paris and was fast becoming tired of it!.

Aramis as usual had declined the offer to go with them to the physicians, leaving d`Artagnan alone with his Alphas to be examined once again.

This obstetrician seemed to have Athos approval though, the man was a middle aged Beta with more than twenty years experiance in delivering Omega males and females, and beta and alpha females of offspring.

He also charged twice as much as the other physics in Paris but that seemed to be alright with Athos who watched closely as they man thoroughly examined d`Artagnan
"Narrow hipped, that won`t make for an easy birth" the man said clucking his tongue "Still the pelvis is flexible and youth is on his side"
"Everything else alright?" Porthos asked
"Hmmm, low weight gain, could do with increasing food intake, and taking extra rest during the day, but other than that he seems fine"
"I`m right here you know!" d`Artagnan groused not liking to be talked about as if he were invisible or idiotic, however the Beta continued to ignore him, his attention on the Alphas instead "Milk production is good, and that`ll increase over the next few weeks of gestation, I would suggest he start to consume a good pint or so of milk a day to build his strength, along with a good ammount of iron rich foods"
"We`ll make sure of it" Athos agreed "Anything else?"
"You could try and get him to do a serious of gestational exercises, designed to stretch the muscles and joints, especially the pelvis, I have a pamphlet you can take with all the details, and I recomend he abstain from horse riding, and any strenuous exertion"
"What about confinement?, when should he start that?" Athos asked while d`Artagnan glared at the men who were ignoring him right now
"Well he`s twenty eight weeks now, given the fact he`s carrying a large litter, but is still carrying high, I would say he should go in confinement in about a month, two weeks earlier than normal just to be safe"
"Great so I`ll spend two months bored out my skull locked away from the world!" d`Artagnan spat slapping Porthos hand away as he sat up and pulled his shirt back on "Why not just kill and burry me!"
"Stop being childish!" Athos chided "This is for your own good!"
"Bite me!" d`Artagnan shot back his hormones making him irritable and the way he`d been treated this morning was not helping the situation "I`m not so childish that I can`t carry three of your children!".

Athos sighed and gave Porthos a tired look "You take him home, I`ll settle up here and meet you at the garrison"
"Right" Porthos agreed
"I don`t want to go home!, I want to go to the garrison with you!" d`Artagnan protested struggling against Porthos hold on his arm
"You`re tired and over emotional now, you need to rest" the large Alpha replied "You`ll feel better after you`ve had a nap"
"A nap!!!, what am I five years old!!!!?"
"Well you`re certainly acting like it" Porthos snapped his Alpha coming out to show his dominance making d`Artagnan`s Omega snap to attention "Now stop being a brat and lets go home, acting like this is only putting the babies at risk"
"Right, and they`re all that matter" d`Artagnan muttered under his breath bitterly, if Porthos heard him he did`nt mention it, instead he took d`Artagnan`s arm and guided him back to their home in silence.

Fill More than blood 6

[(Anonymous)]

Even under normal circumstances d`Artagnan was not the most easy of Omegas, his attitude far more like that of Alphas, and his fiery spirit chaffed at being left at home to nap like a small boy.

Despite knowing he`d be in serious trouble later, as soon as Porthos had gone he pulled his boots back on, swiftly writting a note saying he`d gone to see Constance, and left the apartments heading back out into the street.

He did feel some guilt at disobeying his Alphas, but he also could`nt stand the thought of being cooped up all day, and it was`nt like a breif stroll through Paris to see the Beta woman was going to harm him at all.

Aramis was engaged in a flirtatious battle of swords with Beta at the garrison when Athos arrived, Porthos soon after, tipping them a wink he continued to angle his backside and hips, his shirt open down his chest and a sheen of sweat glistening on his skin making him look delicious and maddeningly hot
"Little sluts doin` it on purpose is`nt he?" Porthos growled to Athos who grunted in agreement, their Alphas all but snarling at seeing their Omega openly flirting with someone else.

The poor Beta however was flailing at the open flirting of Aramis and the challenging glares of two very powerful Alphas and quickly ended the sparring to get away before he was ripped limb from limb leaving Aramis to saunter over to Porthos and Athos, leaping up into Porthos arms and kissing him hungrily
"D`you like the show?" he asked bucking his hips and grinning wickedly
"You`re playing with fire Mis" Porthos growled "You`ll get burned if you`re not careful!"
"Oh I plan to fan that flame until it becomes an inferno!" Aramis teased licking his lips seductively "Besides I missed you both"
"Oh?, not getting enough attention are you?" Athos inquired "That Beta seemed to be paying you more than enough"
"Yes but a Betas cock is nothing like an Alphas!, and I`m hungry for yours"
"Mis...." Porthos groaned
"Theres no one in the stores room right now!" Aramis whispered "We can go in there and no one will know!"
"Treville`ll kill us!" Athos groaned however the sight of Aramis aroused and provocative was too much for his Alpha to resist and Porthos looked like he`d rip his breeches!
"The hell with it!, come on!" he hissed pushing up from the table, Aramis laughing and slipping down from Porthos to hurry along taking their hands and leading them to the store room.

Fortunatly for d`Artagnan Bonacieux was out leaving only Constance at home, the pretty Beta greeting him happily and cooing over his heavy pregnant belly, a look of longing in her eyes, since she wanted children yet nothing seemed to be happening in that regard.

"So, how`s everything going?" she asked sitting d`Artagnan down at the table and getting wine for them both
"Fine I guess"
"You guess?" Constance asked \
"Well, being pregnant is`nt exactly the most comfortable of things" d`Artagnan replied taking a sip of wine "Plus at times I feel like I`m nothing more than a brood mare!, like the only thing anyone wants of me is children and nothing else matters"
"Thats not true!" Constance said "Athos, Porthos and Aramis love you"
"M`not so sure of that" d`Artagnan muttered tiredly "They were perfectly happy without me, and would never have even bothered bringing me into the bond had Aramis been able to give them children, as it is, he can`t and the only reason I`m there is because I can, the three of them belong together, they`re a perfect match, Aramis is the most beautiful and seductive Omega I`ve ever known, Athos and Porthos are mad for him, what am I?, a boy barely out of adolescence capable of carrying young, I hardly match up to them"
"D`Art that is`nt true" Constance cried "What`s made you feel like this?, is someone upsetting you?"
"No, Constance, it`s just me" d`Artagnan sighed shaking his head "Comparing myself to Aramis and falling short, I`m jealous of him for being so beautiful and sensual and independant, I know I can`t compete with him, not even when I was`nt pregnant, I was just a scrawny ungainly boy, and now I`m huge and graceless and irritable".

Constance sighed, pursing her lips and shaking her head at d`Artagnan`s confession, had the circumstance been different she may have reproved him for his jealousy of Aramis, however right now she felt for him instead
"You are hardly unattractive" she replied "You`re glowing right now, you`re colours high, you`re features rounded, and body ripe, you`re a magnet for any Alphas and Beta in sight!"
"If so, then why do I feel fat and sorry for myself?" d`Artagnan asked
"Why d`you think you are?"
"I don`t know!" d`Artagnan cried in frustration "All I know is, that compared to Aramis I`m pathetic, and he thinks so too!"
"He said that!!!!" Constance looked out raged by this and ready to smack the Omega once again
"Not in so many words, he just makes me feel........I don`t know, I don`t think he wants me around" d`Artagnan said "And I think the only reason he`s putting up with me is because Porthos and Athos want children, if it wer`nt for that I would`nt be there, they would`nt want me, and the real sad part of it all is, I love them, all three of them more than anything in the world"

Fill More than blood 7

[(Anonymous)]

AN Owing to all the comments, I`ll give a brief glimpse of whats coming up in the next few fills.

Aramis and d`Art will bond some what in this fill, however due to outside influences Aramis is going to start suffering flash backs of when he was pregnant, and miscarried his baby, the flashbacks are going to get worse with violent nightmares which will be triggered by d`Artagnan coming close to a Miscarriage himself and since Athos and Porthos attention will mainly be on him Aramis will be trying to deal with all this alone, and be falling apart inside as he does so.


PS If you want to flame Red Guards be my guest!!!

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Being sore between his thighs was something Aramis ahd become very use to since he was sixteen.
Violent, painful, and sometimes down right perverse sex had been the only thing keeping him from finding the nears rope and hanging himself.

He could still remember his betrothed ending their relationship, how he had tried to make it sound more of a duty he must undertake and bear, than a choice he wished for.

"Rene I am my Fathers only child!, I have to carry on my families name!, and now I can`t do that with you!" Ignace said "My Father has said I must wed elsewhere, said I Must continue our line!, and while I love you, you can not give me an heir"
"If you love me how can you do this to me?" Aramis had cried tears filling his eyes and spilling down his pale cheeks, "I have just lost our baby!, and now you break my heart!?", Ignace looked away pursing his lips and shaking his head as Aramis and shook and clenched his fists
"How am I supposed to go on with my life now?" Aramis whispered "Knowing what we had?, what we could have had?, remembering our baby moving in my belly?, and not even having you to ease the grief of his loss?, what d`you think will happen to me if you leave?" he demanded his lips quivering as tears continued to spill down his face "Who will have me now? a disgraced and barren Omega?, what will I do?"
"Maybe an older Alpha will have you" Ignace offered weakly, a teenagers lack of empathy for others clear in his attitude, he was not being malicious on purpose he was simply to young and inexperianced to know how to handle this properly, had not learned and grown enough to be able to help Aramis and stand by him.

"An older Alpha?" Aramis spat
"One who already has children, does not need an heir", Aramis gave a chocked cry turning his back and pushing his fist to his mouth
"Or maybe you should enter the Church as your parents suggest" Ignace said "You could become a fine priest, maybe even a Cardinal in time, it will give your life purpose, and meaning"
"While you go and fill the belly of another" Aramis snarled turning to look at Ignace with fury on his face "Fuck you Ignace!, if it had`nt been for you I would still be able to have babies!, my life would`nt be fucking ruined!, it`s your fault this happened!, and I hope that you are unable to begett a single child!, that your seed turns rancid and weak inside your balls and every pup your new Omega conceives withers and dies!!!".


Aramis had not meant the words of course, but his own anger and pain had made him vindictive and spiteful, when Ignace and his new bride Margo had been taken by the Sweat a year later he had not celebrated, in fact he had lit candles in memory of them, and of course one for his lost baby.

As he now walked down the shit and filth trodden streets of Paris, his backside and thighs aching from Athos and Porthos taking him at the same time, Aramis could not help but think about all this, about Ignace`s rejection of him, of his poor baby who`d been taken from his womb before birth.

Why?, why him?, why did he loose his baby?, why had God been so cruel as to rob him of everything in one misrable night?.

"You alright?" Athos asked startling Aramis out of his melancholic thoughts and was instantly flashed a blinding and flirtatious smile "Perfect Quirida" he replied "I`m just thinking about what I want to do to you both when we get home!"
"Good God!" Porthos snorted "We just fucked like rabbits!, do you never get sated?"
"Never!" Aramis smirked, his well practised smirk on his face, his hips swishing provocativly
"Slut!" Porthos growled affectionately "I`ll tan that rump of yours when we get home!"
"Ohh I hope so!"
"Wait a moments, I think someone else is going to need that doing?" Athos sighed nodding to the other side of the street where d`Artagnan was coming from, having left Constance.

Fill More than blood 8

[(Anonymous)]

"What the hell are you doing out here!?" Porthos demanded as the four Musketeers met up "We told you to stay home!"
"I went to see Constance" d`Artagnan sighed "And can we please do this elsewhere, I don`t want to air our dirty laundry in the street!"
"I second that!" Aramis stated hoping to pacify the Alphas before they got anymore incensed, however fate, or rather suicidal Red Guards had other plans and decided to make their presence known.

"Well well, if it is`nt the four Inseparables" Jussac sneered as he, Cahussac, Bernard, Du`lac, and Pierre saunted down the road and stopped about twelve feet away from them
"More like the Four fuckwits!" Bernard snorted looking the four Musketeers over and getting a growl from Porthos "Look at `em!, a slave whores brat!, a pisshead!, a knocked up child, and a barren whore!"
"Yeah!" Du`lac laughed "No wonder they wanted the whelp!, I hear Aramis is so barren not even lice breed on him!".

Aramis paled and flinched back as if he`d been punched in the gut, Athos hand going to shoulder in a protective stance while d`Artagnan lunged forward his dagger drawn
"Say that again and I`ll fucking cut your ugly face off!" he snarled bearing his teeth like an enraged wolf making Aramis`s heart leap with a surge of love at the younger Omegas loyalty to him, however it did not lessen the sting of the Red Guards words especially not with d`Artagnan looking so fecund.

"Can`t you keep your Bitch under control?" Jussac asked "Or should I give him a whipping?"
"Touch one hair and I`ll crush your hands!" Porthos growled going to d`Artagnan`s side
"Hey Athos!" Pierre called sliding his weight to one hip in a cocky manner "Ai`nt you worried that mixing seed with the mutt here`ll damage the pedigree of your pu...argh!!!!", he broke off in a scream as d`Artagnan`s dagger was suddenly embedded in his shoulder! and the furious Omega snatched Porthos pistol from it`s holster, loaded already as always and shot Cahussac just above the knee as he came to the Betas aid!.

"You little bitch!" Bernard shouted drawing his sword, as did Jussac and Du`lac, but Porthos and Athos were there in an instant their own blades at the ready
"Mis stay with d`Art!" Porthos shouted his boot smacking Bernard in the crotch leaving the poor bastard moaning on the ground as he parried with Du`Lac, Athos trading blows, or more delivering them and making Jussac look like a fool as he easily fought him and swiftly sliced open his arm and chest
"Aramis?" he called "Want me to slice his bollocks off?" he asked conversationally!!!
"Have to find them first!" Aramis called back an arm about d`Artagnan`s shoulders "Thankyou for that" he whispered into the Omegas ear "I owe you one"
"No you don`t Mis" d`Artagnan replied "Red guards are pricks, bastards deserved it!".

With the loss of three fingers, Jussac was disarmed and with a viscious punch to the face he was on the ground unconscious joined by Du`Lac who was spitting out the remains of his teeth and clutched his shattered nose while Porthos flung Bernard across the road leaving him to land in a pile of horse shit face first!
"Where you fuckin` belong you shit eating wanker!" d`Artagnan yelled at him getting a giggle from Aramis a grin from Porthos and an exasperated roll of the eyes from Athos
"Maybe we should head home before we`re arrested for dueling?" Aramis offered forcing a smile to remain on his face, while he was amused by his Alphas and d`Artagnan defeating five red guards without so much as getting out of breath, he was hurting like he`d been stabbed at their comments on his infertility
"A wise decision" Athos agreed sheathing his sword "However this was not planned, therefore it was not a duel, it was a brawl!, and I doubt they`ll want to brag about being defeated by a pregnant Omega and two alphas"
"And face planted in shit!" Porthos laughed grabbing Aramis about the waist and hauling him over his shoulder and kissing him deeply "We get home I`m fucking you and d`Art through the bed five times in a row!".

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They had all been in high spirits when they`d gotten home.

D`Artagnan`s sour mood washed away by proving he was still able to fight when so heavy with child, and very aroused by Athos and Porthos show of Alpha strength.

Shit jokes ran back and forth, and wild schemes to see the Cardinal face planted in horse turd were being made!, even an idea of filling his skull cap with it and planting it on his head were suggested!.

They went straight to bed, ripping their clothes of and rutting on the bed like wild animals, Aramis and d`Artagnan being taken by Athos and Porthos then switching partners, even laying front to front touching, licking, suckling and milking each other as the Alphas all but wept with lust and lunged on them!.

They shared dinner in bed, eating it off each others bodies and licking fingers in lewd slaps of skin against skin, passing wine back and forth, Aramis all but performing oral on the bottle before Athos siezed him and made use of his mouth! while Porthos grabbed d`Artagnan and had him squirming in his lap!.

As the two Alphas and pregnant Omega fell asleep in each others arms, Aramis lay awake tears slipping silently down his temples to fall into his hair as he heard the Red Guards words in his head again, and remembered the days after his miscarriage.

He was laying in bed, sick with blood loss, infection, and misery.
It had been only three days since the brutal midwife and wrenched the baby from his womb, his belly was still round and breasts still full and leaking in a cruel mockery of what he had lost.
His hands strayed to touch his swollen belly but now instead of feeling the fluttering and kicks of his baby, he felt only emptiness, and pain, between his legs, where the birth passage had been so brutally torn he was throbbing, the crude stitches running with blood and puss, his insides feeling like there were on fire, his contracting, misplaced and damaged womb seemed to have become a furnace in his belly, a vile cask of poison destroying any chance he had of further offspring.

"let me die!" Aramis whispered as he curled his legs up to his throbbing middle and closed his eyes "Please God, just let me die!".
How could it have been, that just a few days ago he`d been laying in Ignace`s arms, feeling the baby turn and kick, laughing at how he was having to have his breeches let out, was planning the nursery, and knitting swaddeling clothes, and now he was alone in his darkened room, sick and heart broken, and wishing for his life to end so he did`nt have to suffer anymore pain.

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Aramis had hated the sight of his still swollen body after his miscarriage.
It was like a cruel joke, for his body to be torturing him with the image of still being with child when he was grieving for what he had lost.

But then as the bleeding began to slow, and his body began to shrink back to normal he found himself hating this even more.
For he was loosing even the visual memory of being with child, his body was shedding every trace of what had been his baby, making him hate himself all the more.

Had it been his fault?, had he done something?, eaten something?, was his continued sex life with Ignace to blame for his babies death?.
Every night he would awaken from torturous dreams of healthy new born sons and daughters, red faces creasing a crying, fists curled up and tiny plump legs kicking, he would see the babies over and over before his eyes, see the little ones displayed before him being handed from midwives to the mothers who were crying and laughing at the same time.

More than once he dreamed of himself, dreamed he had not lost the baby, that he had gone to term.

He could see himself laying on his bed, naked from the waist down, face red and coated with sweat as he strained and panted through the contractions, his great belly heaving before him as he bore down, the midwife between his thighs encouraging him to keep pushing.
Outside the door Ignace was pacing, waiting for news, biting his nails and fretting.
Then finally with a rush of bloody fluid his baby was delivered, a perfect son, the image of both Aramis and Ignace, taking the baby into his arms he kissed him all over examining each finger and toe, tracing the tiny features and stroking the silk soft tufts of hair on his head, tears of joy spilling down his cheeks as he held his baby boy.

That was when he would awaken, wake up with the sound of his baby crying still ringing in his ears, his arms aching to hold the child, his heart breaking all over again for what he had lost.

That cruel dream seemed to be repeating itself more and more often since d`Artagnan had become pregnant, and Aramis would find himself awakening and shoving his fist into his mouth to keep from screaming when he would see the sight of the younger Omega swollen in fecundity laying nestled between the alphas.

Since the day in the street when they had been fighting the red guards, whatever had been bothering d`Artagnan appeared to be over, or at least he seemed to be dealing with it, certainly he was reaching out more and more to Aramis, making every effort to include him and make him part of everything.

Had his jealousy and melancholy been obvious to d`Artagnan?, had he been pushing the other Omega away?, making him uncomfortable?, Aramis did`nt know, but hated himself all the more if that were the case for d`Artagnan had done nothing to deserve such ill treatment, it was`nt his fault he was younger and fertile, and he had never tried to take Aramis`s place, in fact he seemed to have some kind of hero worship if anything!.

Rising from their bed, knowing he was`nt going to get anymore sleep that night, Aramis padded into the bathroom taking the ewer of water and splashed some onto his face and then down on his chest flinching slightly as the water hit his nipples, nipples that felt sore and looked swollen.

Had Athos and Porthos been a little rough with him?, Aramis`s hands ran over his slightly swollen breasts and sore nipples examining them and all but leapt out of his skin when a tiny bead of colostrum appeared on his nipples.

Both sickness and pain swirled in his stomach, his breasts were lactating!, he was producing milk!, his body was acting like a fertile Omega!.
He knew it for what it was, had heard of Omegas lactating when living in close proximity to breeding Omegas, the hormones effecting them and making their body produce milk, many made use of this and took work as wet nurses, but the sight of his body doing this to him, tormenting him even more made Aramis feel as sick as if he had swallowed hemlock.

With shaking hands Aramis grabbed the cotton wadding he used to pad injuries from the trunk they kept in the bathroom, and lay strips over his breasts taking a length of bandage and binding himself tightly, almost painfully, a part of him said that this was something he should be happy about, he could help feed the babies when they came, and God knows with three new borns d`Artagnan would be struggling to nurse them all, but the pain of his barren body doing this to him had him too confused and upset to think clearly, all he could think of right now was to the need to hide this and pray the milk would soon dry up.

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"You were right" d`Artagnan said as he sat, or rather half lay on the chair in Constance`s kitchen a week after their talk "I was being paranoid and pathetic!"
"Not pathetic, just hormonal!" Constance replied shaking her head at the sight of his growing body, how a body so slight could swell so round was beyond her! "You don`t doubt Athos and Porthos anymore?"
"No" d`Artagnan replied "I did what you said, listened to them properly, watched their body language, their eyes and expressions, they love me, as much as I love them"
"Told you!!!" Constance smirked sipping her wine "And Aramis?"
"Aramis, him I can`t figure out" d`Artagnan said with a sigh "He...........he is affectionate, loving, passionate one minute and the next he`s with drawn and dismissive, looks at me like I`m............I`m some cat coming to invade his next and steal his kittens!"
"I would`nt describe Athos or Porthos as kittens!" Constance laughed her face lighting with mirth "Maybe he`s jealous?, threatend by you?"
"How and why?" d`Artagnan replied "He`s perfect, beautiful!, and I swear I`m reaching out to him, trying my best to be his friend, but everytime I try to get close he recoils like I`m going to poison him!"
"Well you are younger than him, and your pregnant" Constance offered "That might make him jealous"
"So?, he dos`nt have stretch marks, back ache, and over stretched stomach muscles!" d`Artagnan retorted "I swear I hav`nt seen my feet in weeks!, I`m forgetting what they look like!, and I swear my arse is starting to look like it`s pregnant too!"
"How!?"
"It`s twice the size it was before!"
"Oh come off it!" Constance snorted "You look fine, and a young lad like you`ll be back in shape in no time!"
"I`ll just be happy not to need the pot every ten minutes!" D`Artagnan muttered "Little sods always roll on my bladder and stay there!, then take pot shots at my kidneys!"
"Well, active as that you know they`re healthy" Constance replied looking up with a smile as Athos came in
"Come to take your Omega home?" she asked with a grin
"Yes Madame" Athos replied smiling at d`Artagnan and offering his arm, helping the Omega get to his feet and supported his weight getting a fond if a little wistful smile from Constance at the tenderness Athos was showing d`Artagnan
"Constance" d`Artagnan said dipping his head
"Take care, both of you, and give my love to Porthos and Aramis" Constance said nodding to Athos wave of his hat as he and d`Artagnan departed.

"You know I just can`t decide between the names Benjamin or Jerard for my son!" Porthos said as he leaned against the counter where Aramis was slicing carrots to go in the leek carrot and potato soup he was making for dinner along with a large farm house loaf from the bakers,
"Athos`s chosen Raoul for a son and Lucille for a girl" he went on "I quite like the name Gabrielle, and d`Art wants Alexandra or Alexandre for a middle name of one of them, for his Father"
"Indeed" Aramis muttered only half listening to this, his breasts were aching under the tight binding and his nipples trying to lactate making them sore and raw
"Y`know he wants to name one of the babies Rene or Renee" Porthos said getting Aramis`s attention "What?"
"Yeah, he wants one of them named for you" Porthos said with a grin "Wants to run it by you first, but I think it`s a great idea"
Naming one of the babies for him?, Aramis felt his stomach bubble and twist with both flattered joy and the painful gripe of guilt
"I......don`t know what to say" he whispered
"Be cute won`t it?" Porthos said "A little Rene or Renee running about?" he frowned as he saw both distress and pleasure cross Aramis`s face
"Mis?", however before he got the chance to go on Athos and d`Artagnan came through the door, d`Artagnan looking tired and uncomfortable.

"Are you sure your alright?" Athos was saying as d`Artagnan waddled towards the bedroom
"Yeah I`m just tired" he replied "I`m gonna lay down for a while"
"Alright, call us if you need us" Athos said getting a nod from d`Artagnan as he went through the door.

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"He alright?" Porthos asked frowning at d`Artagnan`s sudden retreat into the bedroom
"Tired I think" Athos replied taking off his hat and sitting at the dining table "The babies were kicking up a storm on the way home, got him a good shot in the kidneys and the ribs!"
"Little buggers!" Porthos chuckled.

Aramis winced recalling the feeling of his baby wriggling and squirming inside him, the movment would not be as strong as what d`Artagnan was feeling right now, but still it was incredible, without meaning to his hand strayed to his flat belly wishing he was round and heavy with child, feeling the movement himself.

"You alright Mis?" Porthos asked startling him out of his thoughts "You don`t seem yourself"
"I`m fine" Aramis quickly replied
"Really?" Athos asked "You have seemed distant lately"
"We`ve not been neglecting you have we?" Porthos asked "Because if we have........."
"No, no, you`ve both been fine, loving as ever" Aramis said feeling uncomfortable under the double scrutiny, he needed to change this conversation, and fast, so he chose the best action he could think of.

Putting on a flirtatious smirk, and lowering his eye lashes he gave both Porthos and Athos the most sultry look he could manage, a look that was truely smoking hot!
"However, if the two of you wish to pay me some special attention...?" he purred running the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip "I will be more than happy to receive your attentions!" his smile became a coy smirk, and his gaze peered through thick black lashes, igniting both Alphas as was his intention,
"You`re a bloody wanton!" Porthos growled, rising in one fluid motion and lunged for Aramis just as a scream broke out from the bed room making all three of them freeze for a split second
"d`Artagnan!" Athos breathed leaping to his feet, in less than half a minute he, Porthos and Aramis were across the room and into the bedroom being greeted with a sight that had Aramis`s knees buckling and every nightmare he had suffered coming back to life right before his eyes.

Sitting up on his haunches d`Artagnan held out his hands as he sobbed, hands that were soaked in blood, below his swollen belly blood was spreading from between his thighs, staining the bedsheet and his light blue night shirt
"Oh God!" Athos whispered
"The babies!" Porthos breathed
"No!" d`Artagnan cried out in a strangled voice "No, no no!", he fell to his side gripping his middle and moaning in pain as blood continued to spread
"Get a Physician!, get a midwife!, get anyone!" Athos roared leaping onto the bed and pulling d`Artagnan to his chest "Porthos NOW!", with a torn look between d`Artagnan and a ghost white and catatonic as he gazed almost hypnotised to the blood spreading on the bed sheets, but a another anguished cry from d`Artagnan had him moving, charging from the apartments to go and find the first physician or midwife he could praying to any God or in fact any devil that would listen that everything would be alright.

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"d`Art......d`Artagnan can you hear me?, stay with me!, d`Art!" Athos cried stroking d`Artagnan`s rapidly paling cheek as his eyes rolled in his head and his eye lids fluttered, "D`Artagnan stay awake!, come on!, stay awake!", fear made Athos voice shrill his hands shaking as he lifted d`Artagnan the Omegas head lolling limp over his arm having passed out with blood loss,
"Oh Christ!" Athos whispered stroking d`Artagnan`s throat feeling for a pulse relief flooding him when he felt the beat below his jaw line, however the livid red stain that was spreading over the bed under the Omega still made his heart lurch, especially since he was still bleeding
"What do I do?" Athos asked "Aramis!!!?" he cried to the sometime medic "Aramis what..........." he broke off as he saw Aramis rocking back and forth on the floor eyes wide and glassy his olive skin grey and coated in a light sweat as he stared at the sight of d`Artagnan possibly miscarrying, but that was not what he was seeing.

In his mind Aramis was locked in the past remembering and reliving his own miscarriage.

"Please!, please stop!" young Rene begged as he lay back on his bed, sweat streaming down his forehead, his Mother holding his hand as the midwife pushed down brutally hard on his rounded belly "Stop it hurts!" Rene sobbed
"The baby is dead!" the midwife snapped without sympathy "If it`s not removed it`ll kill you too!, so stop whimpering and start pushing!"
"I can`t!, I can`t!, I won`t let go of my baby!" Rene chocked "Mamma!" he begged looking to his Mother for help but the older woman shook her head glancing at the midwife
"Can`t you give him something?"
"I`ve already given him pennyroyal unless his body voids the corpse he`ll die!"
"NO!" Rene wept pulling his knees up to his belly "I won`t let my baby go!".

Another dose of pennyroyal and a dose of poppy syrup to make Rene sleepy and pliant began a sluggish weak bleed.
The midwife ordered the fire to be stocked and placed hot bricks over his belly to try and bring on the miscarriage while Aramis was in a half sleeping state, however by morning the bleeding had slowed to all but nothing and the Midwife had run out of limited patience.

With his mother pinning Rene down the Midwife pried apart his blood spattered thighs her large unforgiving hands harshly pushing up inside his body.

Rene let out a horse cry and chocked sob as his fragile flesh tore, the bones of his pelvis straining and insides feeling like red hot pokers were being thrust up inside his body
"Mother!" Rene screamed as the Midwife breeched his uterus her hands pushing inside his cervix and spreading it wide heedless of Rene`s sobs and howls of pain or the thick flow of blood streaming down over her wrists and spreading under Rene`s buttocks, "Hold him still!" she snapped at Rene`s Mother as she pushed her hand into the uterus managing to take hold of a tiny foot.

The entire world went white as unbearable unimaginable agony shot right through Rene`s body, dimly he could hear the sound of screaming, and knew that it was himself screaming, he felt hot wet blood flowing over his thighs and under his body as he felt like his entire insides were being ripped out of his body!, the pain seemed to grow in its intensity getting worse and worse, his head spinning and feeling as if it would explode as something was pulled from his body and something inside him slipped out of place, red hot lava seemed to spread over his insides as consciousness fled from him.

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Rene moaned in pain as he opened his eyes, the room looking blurry and dim, it smelled of blood and vomit, and was horribly hot.

Beside his bed his Mother was sitting and gave him a small sad smile as she saw he was awake
"My baby?" he whispered trying to move only to cry out at the agony that shot through him
"The baby was already dead Rene, you know that" his Mother said "The Midwife got it out of you, had to pull it from you"
so that was what he had felt, his baby being ripped from his womb, his hands went to his still rounded belly feeling where his baby had once been and winced at the throbbing pain he felt, something was wrong inside him, something was torn and broken, had been displaced, his insides felt wrong, there was a pressure in his lower abdomen, near his pelvis, his groin felt like it was on fire!, and from his navel down like he was filled with burning coals,
"Whats wrong with me Mama?" he whispered.

His fear rose when his mother looked away biting her lip clearly distressed herself by what she had to say,
"When the baby was pulled out..........something...........you.....the baby would`nt come away easily" she stammered figgeting with her plain grey stomacher pulling at some loose threads
"Pulling the baby out cause your womb to shift out of place, it nearly turned inside out" she explained "There was so much blood I thought that you would die!, I thought I`d loose you too!"
"Mama?" Rene whispered fear filling him at his Mothers sorrowful expression
"I`m sorry querrida, but you`re womb was baddly damaged, the midwife was hardly able to stop the bleeding!, she had to push the womb back inside so she could apply wadding and then stitch you"
"Mama what are you saying?" Rene cried already knowing but not wanting to believe it
"Rene, I`m sorry, but you won`t be able to have another baby, there was too much damage done, your body will not now be able to conceive or carry again".

Blankness was on Rene`s face at first, then a chocked sob escaped his lips as his eyes began to fill with tears "No!" he whispered "No!, no thats not true!" he began to cry as the tears spilled down his cheeks "No!, no I will have babies!, I want babies!" fresh bouts of pain began to flood him as sobs and screams took over his body his Mother getting onto the bed and holding him as he wept and howled begging her, begging God to make it not true, demanding to have his baby and his fertility back.

Tears of both grief and sympathy ran down his Mothers face as she held her son rocking him back and forth as he wept himself out and fell into an exhausted and feverish sleep, her hand ghosting over his forehead wondering what his future would now hold.

His prospects for marriage were as good as ruined, even a whore stood a better chance of being wed than a barren Omega, for what use was a barren Omega?, he would be ridiculed, sneered at, discarded and unwanted, no Alpha or Beta would want an Omega that could not breed, and what else was an Omega good for but begetting children?
"Oh my poor baby boy" she whispered leaning down to kiss his cheek "What will become of you now?".

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When coherant consciousness returned to Aramis he found himself sitting in their dining room, a blanket was round his shoulders and a cool towel was resting over his forehead, and Porthos was sitting in front of him looking at him with a look of concern on his face.

"Ummm, what.....?" Aramis whispered trying to shake the fog out of his head
"You went catatonic" Porthos said "Been like it for most o`the night", with a sigh he got up from his stool and sat himself beside Aramis taking his hands and kissing them gently "What happened Mon cher?, we hav`nt seen you like that since Savoy, what brought it on?"
"I don`t...." Aramis felt so confused, his head was so stuffy, filled with images of his miscarriage, of his losses, he could`nt think of anything else, his mind would`nt work properly it was too heavy and weighed down with grief and confusion
"Was it d`Art?" Porthos asked cutting into Aramis`s emotional and mental termoil
D`Artagnan?, what did he?............suddenly images of the heavily pregnant Omega bleeding flashed into Aramis`s mind, the events of the night before that had brought about his break down finally returning to him and making him shoot up from his seat crying out d`Artagnan`s name fearing that d`Artagnan would have suffered the same fate as he, to have miscarried their babies, to be left a ruined and broken Omega.

"Calm down, he`s alright!" Porthos said rising and wrapping his arms about Aramis shoulders pulling the trembling smaller man into his larger embrace "The babies!?" Aramis asked thinking of the blood, Mon Dieu there had been so much blood!, a river of it!, how could he be alright?, how could the babies be alright?
"The babies are fine".

It was Athos who spoke, having been drawn from his bedside vigil beside d`Artagnan by Aramis`s shout
"But the blood.....?"
"He suffered a large internal bleed, aparently not uncommon in his condition, especially since he is carrying such a large litter so young" Athos replied coming over as Aramis sagged in relief "So he has`nt lost them?"
"No" Athos confirmed looking the Omega over "And you?" he asked "What happened Aramis?, I thought I`d lost you!" he said his face creased in painful memory of holding an unconscious bleeding d`Artagnan, torn between helping him and going to a catatonic Aramis rocking on the floor
"I just.....had a bad moment" Aramis replied avoiding Athos gaze
"A bad moment!?" Porthos scoffed "You`ve been insensible all night!, not even the bloody physician could get through to you!, we had no idea if you`d come back to us or be like that for good!"
"I`m fine!" Aramis said feeling horribly exposed and not wanting to have his private feelings and fears explored.

The two Alphas may have pushed him for more but at that moment d`Artagnan called out from the bedroom breaking all three men into a run to get to him.

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D`Artagnan`s skin was bone white, his eyes darkly shadowed and lips and the tip of his nose tinged slightly blue.

To Aramis`s immense relief the blood soaked bedding was no where in sight, and d`Artagnan had been changed into a fresh night shift of white with a thick shawl of wool about his shoulders
"Hey, how are you feeling?" Porthos asked his voice tender and expression one of pure love as he went to the Omega sitting beside him and kissing his cheek, Athos joined them on the other side of the bed handing d`Artagnan a cup of dark Burgandy wine which the physician recomended to help build his blood
"The babies?" d`Artagnan asked his voice weak and croaking as he sipped the wine
"Fine, they`re all fine" Athos assured him reaching out to push his hair back behind his ear, his fingers lingering on d`Artagnan`s cheek "You however are not so well"
"You lost alot of blood" Porthos said "The Physician`s put you on bedrest till the babies come"
"He`s sure they`re alright?" d`Artagnan pressed seeming far more concerned over them than the bed rest showing just how much he loved the babies and how scared he had been
"They`re fine, perfect" Porthos said patting his middle gently "As you will be" Athos said "The Phyician has recomended a diet rich in iron with red wine to build your blood and strength, he has also said you must have no excitments or stresses, you must take full rest and be calm at all times"
"A diet high in iron?, what does that mean?, I`ve got to chew swords!?" d`Artagnan asked
"No!" Athos chuckled his fatigued and worried face creasing in mirth "You`re to have pleanty of red meats, dark green vegetables, pulses, and lentils, and he said you should aim to drink a pint of milk a day to build your own milk production and make the babies bones strong"
"Okay" d`Artagnan agreed surprising everyone by the fact he was`nt arguing about all this "Whatever it takes"
"I can go to the market now" Aramis offered speaking up from his position at the foot of the bed where he had been rather forgotten "I`ll get a good selection of foods and milk"
"You sure you`re up to it?" Porthos asked frowning at Aramis who was already heading out of the door
"I`ll be fine!" Aramis called back eager to escape the apartments and the tender scene the Alphas and Omega were creating.

"Whats wrong with Aramis?" d`Artagnan asked with a frown as he finished his wine and lay back against the pillows his hands cupping his belly and stroking over the swell
"He um..........he.........had an episode" Porthos said with a confused look to Athos who knew of no better explaination himself
"Episode?" d`Artagnan asked looking between the Alphas his eyes narrowing "Whats going on?, what ar`nt you telling me?"

AN Porthos and Athos did not mean to leave Aramis out of their touching scene with d`Artagnan, it was simply instinct making them want to check over their Omega and babies, Aramis does know this, but he is feeling so confused and depressed he can`t comprehend that right now.

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Aramis wrapped his arms about his chest as he walked through the filth laden streets of Paris, his head tucked down towards his chest, his bottom lip sucked inside his mouth to keep the tears that pricked at the back of his eyes from flowing.

Inside his emotions raged a war that seemed without chance of any victory as they battled against each other for dominance.
Pain, both physical and emotional pain racked him, his heart throbbing with the ache of his lost baby, lost fertility, even now so many years later he still ached and yearned for that child, still hurt inside as rawly as he had the day he had lost the infant.
Worse than a festering wound was his grief it seemed, for it would not leave him, would not heal, and everyday for past months of d`Artagnan`s pregnancy it seemed to have been growing worse.

The physical pain came from his breasts, his milk filled leaking breasts and sore nipples that chaffed under the unbearable tight bandages he diligently applied, and the muscles under his arms ached with the tight binding as did his ribs all of them protesting the tight binding.

Bitterness, anger, and jealousy were swimming within him along with his pain, and God forgive him for such feelings, but he could not help but feel bitter for his lot in life, his loss of his ability to bear a child, and the anger and jealousy.
They made his stomach clench in revulsion at himself, for he knew he should feel this way, that he had not right to be angry with his Alphas for taking more interest in d`Artagnan than he, God knows the poor boy had nearly miscarried the night before and still looked at deaths door this morning he was so pale!.

Of course they would go to him, and fawn over him, he was carrying their babies for christ sakes!, Aramis may be hurting but he was not fool enough from seeing the truth in that.
His jealousy also, that was the emotion that seeming to be winning out, his gut wrenching, deplorable jealousy of d`Artagnan.

He was jealous that the boy had got so much attention from the Alphas they both loved, that he had been spared his miscarrige where Aramis had not!
"How twisted am I that I am upset that he has not lost the babies?" Aramis whispered disgustedly, disgusted with himself.

Lifting his head up he looked across the square pushing his hair back from his forehead and saw a sight that had him all but doubling over with renewed torment.

For across the street, not twenty yards from his position, was a proud and happy Alpha with his Omega and twins.
The Omega was clearly fresh out of confinement, his skin pale from lack of sunlight, and the residual roundness from his pregnancy still on his frame.
The twins were wrapped tightly in swaddeling clothes, and held close to their Mothers breasts, both arms spread wide to accomodate the precious bundles, but wider than his arms was his smile which was shining as brightly as his eyes that were fixed upon the newborns he gently rocked.

The proud happy Alpha had his arm about the Omega showing off his new family to the world, his chest puffed out and smile broad as he took up a protective stance beside his family the joy at having twins by his Omega clear on his face.

Feeling his heart lurching so hard at the display of familial affection and love, Aramis stumbled almost blindly across the street and all but threw himself into the church heading for the confessional.

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"Bless me Father for I have sinned" Aramis said as he knelt in the box a rosary in his hands "It had been......two weeks since my last confession"
"What is your offence my son?" the Priest asked
"I am...........I fear............." Aramis sighed and ran a hand through his hair shaking his head "I am wicked, and sinful, and am undeserving of Gods blessing" he whispered his voice catching as tears burned behind his eyes and sobs were kept far back in his chest.

"I doubt that you are so very wicked my son" the Priest said "Please, confess to me, so I may offer Gods forgiveness"
Aramis took several deep breaths holding tight to his rosary
"I am angry at God" he confessed "I dare to hate him for taking my unborn child, for taking my fertility from me, I hate him for making me barren when I was but sixteen years of age!", he stopped to draw in breath and wiped his eyes "I know it is wrong to question Gods will, but I can not help but be angry for what he chose for me, when I so wanted to have a family!.
For over a decade I have lived with this barren state, trying to make my peace with it, but now I............I find myself burning with jealousy, I am jealous of my Alphas second Omega, he has conceived triplets, triplets!, and he is so young, so beautiful, I try to love him, and I swear to God I do love him, but I am deeply jealous of him aswell, and I do not know what to do about it!".

For several moments there was silence, then the Priest spoke up
"It seems that in a sense my Son, that God is granting you your hearts desire" the Priest said "You wish for a family, and while this family is not to be of your blood, it is and will be your family, your Alphas children will be bound to you by more than mere blood, any fool can produce a child my Son, but as life has shown us, it takes much more to be a parent".

Aramis took a few moments thinking over the priests words and sniffed into his handkerchief "My children aswell you think?" he asked quietly"
"Indeed" the Priest replied "Something you should be thanking God for, something you should be happy about"
"I am!" Aramis swore "Before God I swear I am happy for them, and I hate myself for this damnable jealousy, and I long to be free of it, I long to be simply happy and content!"
"Your jealousy is a natural human failing" The Priest said "We are all fallible and sinful by our very nature, but you feel guilt for your envy, and you berate yourself for it, showing that in your heart, your conscience is not evil or cruel, it shows that you are a good and honnest man who has suffered much in life, and has lost much"
"Then what do I do Father?" Aramis asked "How do I rid myself of this jealousy?, I swear I fear the birth of the babies will make me more jealous, and I long to love them, never be envious of them or resent them"
"Then your penance will be to pray long for this My Son" the Priest told him "Pray three times daily to be freed of this jealousy and to love the children than God is giving you in this way"
"Yes Father" Aramis said nodding his head and crossing himself "Thankyou"
"Bless you my Son".

Wiping his face Aramis stepped out of the confessional, keeping his rosary about his hand as he made his way back out of the church hoping that prayer would be able to free him of his envy and anger.

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There was something going on with Aramis.

Something was very wrong with him

Both Athos and Porthos had noticed his behavior that was getting more and more unusual.

Aramis had always been religious, went to Church every Sunday without fail, and several times a week if he could manage it and was`nt too caught up with missions.

But now he was attending Church several times a day, going to every service he could, spending hours a time on his knees saying his rosary over and over, more than once he had fallen asleep in the church, and either Porthos or Athos had found him sprawled on the floor a rosary still clutched in his hand as he slept.

He was loosing weight, having started to skip meals, and fast as he threw himself into a strict regime.
His slim body starting to look gaunt and worn, a lack of decent sleep was giving him dark shadows under his eyes, and making him lethargic and slow.

Both Alphas had asked him repeatedly what was wrong, only to have a familiar charming or seductive smile thrown back at them as Aramis assured them he was fine.

He was`nt fine.

"What the hell is going on with him?" Porthos grunted meaning Aramis, as he and Athos went through their daily check of their weapons, d`Artagnan was sleeping in the bedroom, curled up under the bedding still looking far too pale and gaunt in the face since his near miscarriage.

"D`You think he`s sick?" Athos asked back as he cleaned his gun "I`ve seen him rubbing his chest a few times"
"Well he can`t have been injured, we`ve not been in any fights recently" Porthos said then with a wry grin "Unless you count those red guards last week in the Kings Arms!"
"And how much did you cheat them out of!?" Athos asked with a risen eyebrow
"I`m offended at the very notion of that!" Porthos said giving a mock broken hearted look that had Athos smirking at him "I won about twenty sous!"
"I wondered how you brought those rattles for the babies!"
"You know, come to think of it" Porthos said scratching his head "All this weirdness with Mis started right about when d`Art got pregnant".

Athos set the guns aside sitting up straighter as he considered this "D`you think he............resents them?"
"Why should he?, he loves d`Art as much as we do, fuck they`ve both ganged up on us several times!" Porthos said "And the kid adores him, even wants him to be officially named as Secondary Mother"
"He does?" Athos asked rather surprised by this, though he was`nt sure why, considering the fact that d`Artagnan seemed to always go out of his way to care for others
"Yeah, told me so himself a few days ago" Porthos said "He`s.......worried about the birth, worried...........he might not make it"
"What!?, of course he will!, he`s young!, he`s strong!, he`s...........he`ll be fine!" Athos cried before remembering to keep his voice down incase of waking d`Artagnan "Why would he think he would`nt make it?"
"Oh I don`t know, maybe because one in ten mother die in child birth!" Porthos offered his voice dripping with sarcasem however before Athos could come up with a scathing response d`Artagnan appeared at the door of the bedroom looking half asleep and pale a sheet.

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"Hey what are you doing up?" Athos asked rising from the seat and going over to him, guiding him to the sofa
"I heard you talking, and could`nt get comfortable" d`Artagnan replied sitting down with a groan "What are you two talking about anyway?" he asked smiling with fondness as Athos got him a foot stool and sat down beside it to start rubbing his feet gently
"Oh nothing important" Porthos began however the risen eyebrow D`Artagnan shot him had him relenting "We were discussing Aramis".

D`Artagnan nodded pressing his lips together, the Alphas were not the only ones to notice the odd behavior of the older Omega "I........I think it`s me" he said quietly "I don`t think he likes me very much"
"Of course he does, he loves you" Athos said stopping the foot massage and looking Porthos with concern, had they been so blind as to not see the problems in their bond?
"No he dos`nt" d`Artagnan sighed leaning back on the sofa his hands resting on his large belly "He loves you two, but me?, well it`s not like I can give him babies like I can you two is it?".

Athos and Porthos both looked gob smacked at this, that d`Artagnan might be thinking that the only reason that he was with them was because he was able to provide offspring
"How long have you felt like this?" Porthos asked feeling sick inside
"Like what?" d`Artagnan asked
"Like we only want you for breeding?" Athos whispered looking very much like he had the night he had discovered his Wife was still alive.

"What?, no!, no! I don`t think that!" d`Artagnan hastily protested "Not anymore!"
"But you did?" Athos said
"Well............for a while" d`Artagnan admitted looking at the floor his cheek colouring slightly and shame washing over him "But I stopped feeling like it the night we kicked the crap out of those red guards"
"Jesus!!" Porthos exclaimed "You felt like a brood mare until then!?"
"It was just me being hyper sensative and stupid" d`Artagnan said with a shrug "I felt...........well I hardly match up to Aramis when it comes to beauty, or sensuality, and with my body changing so much with pregnancy, I just felt even less attractive"
"You......you`re not in competition with Aramis" Athos said "We love you both equally, you have your own beauty, your own charms, just as he does"
"And I know that now" d`Artagnan said smiling at both anxious Alphas "And it`s okay, I`m okay, you two have show how much you love me and then some, and I promise I am in no doubt at all anymore", at the continued looks of doubt he rose to his feet to pull Athos into a hug and beckond for Porthos to join them "I promise you both, I am happy and secure, and I know how much you love me"
"You`re sure?" Porthos asked his voice half muffled against d`Artagnan`s shoulder as he placed a kiss on his throat
"Positive" d`Artagnan assured him returning the kiss with one of his own, then moaning as Athos teeth sank gently into his throat and his hands ran over the Omega`s swollen nipples making him mewl and squirm
"We can`t can we?" Porthos asked closing his eye s and growling as d`Artagnan`s hand reached down towards his cock!
"Maybe if we`re very gentle?" Athos panted as d`Artagnan ground his hips against him! "very carefull!"
"Sounds good to me!" Porthos growled and with a show of Alpha strength had d`Artagnan swept up into his arms and carried him into the bed room, with Athos right behind them.

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His eyes tightly shut as he knelt before the Madonna clutching the baby Jesus, his rosary in his hands which were clutched under his chin he prayed over and over to the Lord, ignoring the cramp in his legs and the ache in his knees from the cold stone floor.

"God, I have tried, I swear I have tried" he whispered his voice shaking as he spoke to God "I do love these babies, I do love d`Artagnan, I just................I just...........why did you do this to me?, why did you take my baby from me?", he swallowed down on a sob his whole body shaking violently with the effort it took "Why did you make me barren?, why did you leave me like this?, useless?, why not kill me too?", he knew it was wrong to question God, but he could`nt help but do so, not when he felt so wretched and tortured as he did.

The praying, had not seemed to help, the dreams continued to plague him, the deep ache inside everytime he looked at d`Artagnan`s growing belly seemed to get worse.

Also Porthos and Athos were starting to comment on the fact he was not behaving like himself, he was, for the first time in his life, avoiding contact with them, had not lain with them in weeks, not since hsi breasts had begun to lactate.
The traitorous breasts had also grown plumper with milk as d`Artagnan`s scent grew stronger, feeding his body the hormones that were creating this lactation.

He had seen both Porthos and Athos suckling from d`Artagnan`s engorged nipples, scenting him and making him as theirs all the more.
It made his Omega yearn for the same to be done to him, to have them nurse from his breasts, to scent and mark him, to possess and adore him as they were d`Artagnan.

Even pale and weak in his final trimester, the younger Omega looked beautiful in his fertile state, fragile perhaps, but that only served to bring out Athos and Porthos natural instincts to protect and coddle him all the more, making Aramis feel like a spare part.

With a resigned sigh he crossed himself and rose to his feet, heading home once.

The scent of sex was in the air as Aramis entered the apartment, the heady scent of sated Alphas, and the sweet soothing scent of a sated breeding Omega mingling with it, making Aramis half aroused, and half wanting to run back out the front door!.

However, stark naked and in search of wine, Athos came stalking through to the kitchen spotting Aramis and beckoning him over pulling him into a fierce hung and kiss, his passions still up and cock half hard
"Come and join us!" he growled pressing a heated kiss into Aramis`s neck "I want you!, on the bed!, against the wall!, and bent over a table!"
"In that order?" Aramis laughed his humour sound strained even to his own ears, however Athos was too gone in lust to listern properly, and his filling Knot was pressing against Aramis the scent intoxicating for the Omega, especially since the scents and sounds of Porthos and d`Artagnan in the bedroom mingled with Athos`s, making Aramis pliant and lustful, allowing Athos strip his doublet from him and rip at his shirt exposing his bandaged breasts.

Here Athos stopped his eyes widdening and then narrowing at the sight of his Lovers body bandaged up, suspecting injury of some sort, "Mis?", shaken out of his lustful trance Aramis glanced down at his bared chest shock filling his face, shoving Athos away from him he ran for the privy slamming and locking the door behind him as he burst into tears falling to the floor and clutching his knees to his chest as Athos called after him hammering on the door.

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Aramis could`nt stop crying, he had`nt sobbed like this in as long as he could remember, it was as if a damn had been burst, the tears were flooding down his cheeks, and he could barely get in enough air to fill his heaving lungs, his whole body was shaking like a leaf, so much it was as if he were convulsing as he sat on the floor rocking back and forth sobbing brokenly.

He felt hot and cold, his skin shivering yet coated in a light sheen of sweat, nothing made sense inside his head, and he could not get control of himself physically.

Dimly he could hear Athos and Porthos knocking on the door, calling his name, begging him to open the door, to talk to them, to tell them what was wrong.

They were all but begging him, making him feel worse because he could`nt reply, could`nt call out to them, he could`nt do anything but continue to cry.

"What the hell happened?" Porthos demanded as Athos continued to knock on the door
"I don`t know" Athos replied glancing back at Porthos who was as naked as he, d`Artagnan stood behind them, wrapped in a bed sheet, biting his bottom lip worriedly
"He`s got a bandage about his chest, covering his breasts, he must have been injured"
"Injured, when?" Porthos cried
"I don`t know!" Athos snapped all but hammering on the door "Mis please!, please open the door!"
"Guys, back away" d`Artagnan said making both Alphas turn to look at him in shock "I think I know whats wrong, let me speak to him".

The knocking had changed, it was gentle, quiet, no longer demanding.
"Aramis" d`Artagnan?, that was d`Artagnan`s voice
"Aramis, I know whats wrong, I know why you`re wearing the bandage" d`Artagnan said making Aramis jerk his head up taking a heaving breath as he shook all over at d`Artagnan`s words.

"Mis?" d`Artagnan called "Can I come in and talk to you please?, can you open the door and let me in?", listening very hard he could hear the change in Aramis`s breathing, the sobbing had stopped, though his breathing was still rapid, too rapid to be healthy.

"Please Mis" d`Artagnan said "It`s your breasts is`nt it?, something that sometimes happens to Omegas?, in close contact with breeding Omegas?", d`Artagnan held his breath as he heard Aramis gasp
"it`s okay, it`s normal, it`s nothing to be ashamed of" he said pressing his ear to the door "We can talk about it, you and me, Omega to Omega, no Alphas or Betas, just you and me, no one else, because no one else can understand us like we do each other can they?, no one understands an Omega like another Omega".

D`Artagnan waited holding his breath, his muscles rigid until he heard the lock being turned and the door opened revealing a tear stained exhausted looking Aramis
"How?" he whispered looking at d`Artagnan "How d`you know?"
"Because the farm next to my families farm suffered a collasped roof one winter" d`Artagnan said "The Farmers wife was an Omega, a pregnant Omega, and they stayed with us for six weeks, during which time I started to lactate".

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Aramis let out a shuddering breath, his whole body seeming to sink in on itself as if a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

He took two steps forward and then collapsed into d`Artagnan`s arms burrying his face into the Omegas neck with a fresh bout of tears, except these were tears of relief not pain and fear.

"It`s okay" d`Artagnan said rubbing his back and kissing his head "It`s alright"
"S`not" Aramis whimpered into d`Artagnan`s shoulder "I`m disgusting!, wicked!, I don`t................I don`t deserve your love!"
"Yes you do!" d`Artagnan said as Athos and Porthos came closer "You are not wicked or disgusting, you are beautiful, loving, kind, you deserve a world of love"
"No I don`t" Aramis sniffed lifting his head up, his eyes puffy and cheeks red, "I don`t, not with.........with how I.......how I`ve been treating you, resenting you, when you`ve done nothing but been loving and kind and sweet to me".

"Mis?, what`s going on?" Athos asked gently "Whats been going on with you?, why d`you think that your not worthy of us?, of d`Art?"
"Because I`m not!" Aramis said wiping his nose on the back of his wrist "I..............I`m so sorry d`Art!" he said looking imploringly at the pregnant Omega "I am so so sorry!, you did`nt deserve me treating you like this, I`m so sorry"
""It`s alright" d`Artagnan said offering a gentle smile "I think I understand"
"How can you?" Aramis asked "You`re young, you`re beautiful, you`re..........."
"Pregnant?" d`Artagnan finished for him.

Aramis dropped his shoulders and nodded his head saddly
"Oh shit!" Porthos swore "Why?.............how did`nt we.......Mis I`m so sorry!"
"As am I" Athos sighed shaking his head "We should have known, should have realized..........."
"We`ve been the worlds most useless Alphas!" Porthos spat in self disgust "Not seeing how much our Omegas were hurting, how could we be so blind?".

"No no, it`s not you!" Aramis cried with a look of horror on his face "It`s not, it`s me!.....I...............I just............I wanted to have children so much!" he all but howled! "I wanted a family!, babies!, and..............then it.............it was..........I lost......I lost the baby!" his face crumpled and his eyes filled with tears "I lost the baby!, I lost my baby!" his voice was hardly above a whisper as the tears began to flow once more "I lost baby!, My Baby!", as he let out a wrenching sob he was enveloped in Athos, Porthos, and d`Artagnan`s arms, hugged on all sides cuddled and kissed as he was taken over to the couch and sat down, d`Artagnan by his side gently rocking him back and forth in a relaxing motion, Porthos and Athos rubbing his back and his hair soothing him and speaking to him of love as he sobbed his heart out on them, weeks if not months or years of burried pain and misery and uncertainty coming out as he let his tears finally flow, and released all that emotion.