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FILL: Not A Tragedy, d'Artagnan/Athos/Aramis/Porthos, Alpha/Omega, 5/5

[(Anonymous)]

When d'Artagnan's heat hit, he was walking back towards the barracks after the completion of a successful mission. Aramis had an arm thrown around d'Artagnan's shoulders and was describing a poem that had gotten him thrown out of particularly comfortable lodgings on a very cold night. As d'Artagnan had discovered, success usually that meant his Alphas would be keen to celebrate. He always looked forward to that, a successful mission aroused him too.


He had noticed a twinge or two of heat during the preceding days, a warning which he had let his Alphas know about. They had all been extremely interested. Aramis had spoken to him at length in low husky tones about the things d'Artagnan would experience with the three of them. Apparently they had been thinking about it for some time and at great length, knowing that an Omega in heat would trigger their most base instincts which could override their bond with each other and so lead to bloodshed.


d'Artagnan was worried about that, but Aramis had noticed that the Omega had been smiling too, an expression at curious odds with his voiced concern. “I assume your aunt had some fascinating stories to tell?”


d'Artagnan had smiled even wider. He hadn't said that his Aunt Nanette had once conspiratorally confided that the bond between herself and her Alphas had meant that her heat was always a most exhausting pleasurable experience. Had she already realised by then what would await d'Artagnan in his future? d'Artagnan hadn't felt an indication but perhaps something in his behaviour, in his interactions with Alphas, had revealed to his aunt what his future might hold. She had certainly equipped him with anticipation rather than fear. He was grateful for that.


When d'Artagnan's heat hit though, he was not expecting it. It had never hit him so hard and heavy before, perhaps the fact that he was close to bonding with his three Alphas triggered it in such a way. Whatever the cause, it hit him so hard that he staggered a little, causing his Alphas to immediately reach for him. Then they breathed in and they knew. D'Artagnan whimpered.


Aramis, despite being closest, focused the quickest, full of ideas. “Porthos, send a message to the Captain. Athos, let's get ourselves to your lodgings before he draws every Alpha in the surrounding area.”


Because they weren't completely bonded yet – though even a strong bond wouldn't put some Alphas off – d'Artagnan would draw Alphas to him like moths to flames. To scent an Omega in heat was something few Alphas could resist, their urge to mate overcoming all rational thought.


d'Artagnan was not much better, moaning and pressing desperately to Aramis. He could feel himself dampening; he could smell Aramis' arousal and want.


“I know,” Aramis soothed, his voice raw. “Soon, you'll have all you need.”


All d'Artagnan could feel was heat and the need to rut and spread his legs. He could hardly walk; could hardly focus on anything but his own need and the scorching heat rolling through him. Athos murmured quietly beside him, and there was Porthos close behind now, having had a message sent to Captain Treville. d'Artagnan whined, he wanted them all and he wanted them now and why couldn't he?


Athos squeezed a hand around the back of d'Artagnan's neck, his voice tight and low. “Hold on.”


They weren't far from Athos' lodgings and were soon quickly up the stairs, Athos only pausing to explain to his landlord and promising to pay should the room become damaged.


d’Artagnan pressed his mouth to Aramis' as soon as they were past Athos' door and Aramis immediately returned the pressure, eager hands stripping d'Artagnan of his clothing, a task which Athos and Porthos both determinedly applied themselves to also. d'Artagnan gasped at the rush of cool air, a noise which only become louder once the Alphas surrounding him divested themselves of their clothing too and began crowding against him.


So far, there were no snarls that signalled a fight for dominance. The most animal of their Alphas instincts were absolutely to the fore though, d'Artagnan could hear the panting and the growls, he could feel how hungry their hands and lips were. He could feel how much that stoked his heat.


There were fingers slipping inside of him, fingers sliding into his mouth, distracting him until he found himself lying on Athos' almost sizeable bed. He looked up at his Alphas, seeing how dark their eyes were, how strong they smelled, how greedily they were all touching him.


Porthos took the lead though, sliding a hand between d'Artagnan's legs, making d'Artagnan cry out. It was glorious, but it still didn't feel like enough. Porthos kissed him hungrily, quickly replacing his fingers with his cock, thrusting in without hesitation, knowing from experience that d'Artagnan could take it. But everything felt like so much more now, d'Artagnan was more sensitive and desperate and he responded to every movement with sounds that inflamed his Alphas.


Aramis soon had a hand worked between them, wrapping fingers around d'Artagnan's length, bringing him quickly to completion. d'Artagnan sighed, his heat not in the least bit sated. He knew that his heat would last several days. How glad he was not to be alone in coping with it. Once or twice he had suffered through a heat without a single partner, and it had been hell.


Porthos was still thrusting and d'Artagnan could feel the Alpha's knot begin to swell. He moaned and spread his legs further. Porthos bit his shoulder, coming as the knot stretched d'Artagnan. It was exactly the kind of burn he needed. Porthos lapped at d'Artagnan's sweaty skin and eased them both onto their sides. d'Artagnan rocked against the knot, getting the pleasure his heat demanded.


Athos pressed up behind him, his fingers caressing d'Artagnan's nipples and his cock hard against d'Artagnan's thighs, and Aramis smiled, one hand languidly stroking his own length.


“I'd fill your mouth if there was room,” he announced, sounding a touch put out that he couldn't.


d'Artagnan moaned at the thought and rocked harder against Porthos who rested his hands at d'Artagnan's hips. d'Artagnan felt as though he was drowning in pleasure. He watched through half-lidded eyes as Aramis ran an affectionate hand down Porthos' side and then tugged sharply and suddenly at d'Artagnan's hair, gaining a full-throated grasp and groan from the Omega.


Hazily d'Artagnan noted that the Alphas in his life had found a way to both satisfy themselves and him without devolving into jealousy or brawling. They were often possessive and territorial, that was expected. He felt the same way about them. It was their strong tie of friendship and affection that allowed them to view each other not as threats but as part of their bond with d'Artagnan. d'Artagnan felt more than lucky.


Some time later, d'Artagnan had reached several more climaxes and Porthos' knot had eventually gone down. Aramis licked at the stickiness that coated d'Artagnan's skin and finally got to fill d'Artagnan's mouth while Athos arranged d'Artagnan on all fours and pressed his cock in from behind.


The Alphas were endlessly inventive and for many hours, were incapable of words, only of touch and filling d'Artagnan. They did not deny him what he needed for a single moment. They did not deny him each other.


They made sure he ate and drank plenty of water and wine and the tea that d'Artagnan insisted on. The thought of growing big with the child of any of them made him moan even more and press frantically closer. One day perhaps, if the Musketeer life allowed it. He fervently hoped it would.


d'Artagnan smiled when he saw Aramis kiss the hollow of Athos' throat as Athos pushed again into d'Artagnan, and when he later caught sight of Porthos smoothing a hand across Aramis' chest. d'Artagnan had known many Alphas who found pleasure with each other, though they had never stopped enjoying the company of Omegas too, needing what only an Omega could provide. He wondered if his Alphas would enjoy one another so thoroughly in the future as well. He hoped so; it would make the bond stronger, and it would be wonderful to watch. And they already meant so much each other.


The day finally dawned when d'Artagnan could feel that his heat fading somewhat. The room stank of couplings and showed evidence of their enthusiasms; Athos was going to owe his landlord a handsome sum. d'Artagnan ached in many places, but it was a good bone-deep soreness. He leaned back and kissed Porthos who twitched and then prised his eyes open. His smile wasn't irritated though, not when he laid eyes on d'Artagnan.


“You're done,” he noted, sniffing the air.


d'Artagnan nodded and nuzzled back against the large Alpha. He felt entirely loved and he knew then, there was only one thing left to do and that it was absolutely what he wanted.


“Make your mark.”


Porthos looked at him with intense eyes. “You're sure.”


“I think it's inevitable at this point, isn't it?” d'Artagnan's smile faltered. “At least, it is for me...”


Porthos' large callused hand was gentle against d'Artagnan's face for a moment, then without further hesitation, he swooped down and bit hard at the juncture where d'Artagnan's neck met his shoulder.


D'Artagnan groaned, his cock stiffening again somehow as a powerful feeling swept over him. It felt like a good tasting wine and a rare win at cards. Porthos' part of the bond snapped into completion.


Porthos licked at the mark, once he finally let go, his noisy ministrations waking Aramis. He immediately realised what had occurred and urged d'Artagnan to bare the other side of his neck. He kissed the area first, then d'Artagnan's mouth.


“We are going to scandalise Paris,” he murmured with characteristic amusement and something deeper and richer and true.


He bit down firmly and d'Artagnan arched between the two Alphas. Porthos held him steady, his thumbs stroking circles at d'Artagnan's hips. Aramis' bond clicked into place, feeling like joyful laughter and prayer and the crest of a climax.


Aramis kissed his mark and then kissed d'Artagnan once more, his tongue flickering against d'Artagnan's teeth, before he moved smoothly out of the way, allowing a considerably awake and hard Athos to take his place. Athos stroked a hand through d'Artagnan's tangled hair, his gaze smouldering as his hand stroked d'Artagnan's hard cock. d'Artagnan whined and tried to thrust into the touch but Porthos' grip prevented him, making him noisy in his need.


Athos didn't say anything, he looked at d'Artagnan for a long moment, so much in his eyes, before he chose a spot high up on d'Artagnan's neck, almost beside his ear, and bit down decisively. d'Artagnan thrashed, the bond was complete, feeling like the perfect sword movement, the intensity of a storm.


d'Artagnan felt a hand wrap around his cock and Porthos finally allowed his hips to move once more. In a matter of moments, he reached completion, panting into Athos' neck. He smeared lips across Athos' skin until he found a stubbled jawline, Aramis settling between d'Artagnan's legs, uncaring of the mess he wallowed in.


The three of them stayed silent for a while, interconnected and touching, breathless and overwhelmed by what existed between them to the fullest degree now. They would have to tell Captain Treville about the completed bond, and Constance and her husband. Nobody else truly mattered.


Eventually, they would bathe and scrub each other clean. d'Artagnan would frequently admire their Alpha ink marks – Porthos' on the back of his hand like a warning to all he met, Aramis' a poetic declaration low at one side of his waist, while Athos' was inked almost over his heart. d'Artagnan would trace them with his tongue and keen when they did the same to his.


They would likely have a couple of days to grow used to the fully-formed bond and how it affected them. Wrapped up in the lurid scent and several warm wanting bodies, d'Artagnan pinched at Aramis' side when the Alpha rested too heavily on a sore spot and smiled when Athos lapped thoroughly at his collarbone, concentrating intently on his task.


d'Artagnan's thoughts wandered, buoyed by the aftermath of astonishing pleasure and joyful full contentment, until he found himself thinking of his Aunt Nanette, buried with both her Alphas in Gascony, the sweating sickness had claimed them all several years ago. One of her Alphas had died first, she and the other Alpha had died within weeks of him and within days of each other. It was the sickness that had taken them, as it had taken many in Gascony that year, but when the first of her Alphas had become ill, she had said definitively that she could not live without either of them.


d'Artagnan felt as though he truly knew what she meant now.


Perhaps sometime soon he would go back and visit her grave. Perhaps he would take his Alphas with him.


-the end


[Hope this was something like you wanted, OP. And thanks to everybody who read, enjoyed & commented]

Re: FILL: Not A Tragedy, d'Artagnan/Athos/Aramis/Porthos, Alpha/Omega, 5/5

[(Anonymous)]

Wow OP *fans self*

Re: FILL: Not A Tragedy, d'Artagnan/Athos/Aramis/Porthos, Alpha/Omega, 5/5

[(Anonymous)]

Glad you liked it :)