Originally written forspeak_me_fair for yuletide!

Title:  Fly Agaric
Rating:  PG
Pairing:  A/A is implicitly implied, as always
Plot:  What on earth is d'Artagnan's potion actually made out of?  Athos and Aramis would like to know.

( Could it be... poison? )

Title:  17th Century Booty Call
Rating:  NC-17
Pairings:  Athos/Aramis; Aramis/duchess de Longueville
Warnings:  epistolary fic, religious references, graphic descriptions of sexual activity, bondage, etc, good times.
Plot:  Aramis is a very busy man at the onset of la Fronde.  He has a Very Important Mistress to please, the escape of the duc de ( Read more... )

My Muse took pity on me in my sorry virus-riddled state and stopped by for tea and quality boy time!  This is extreme time displacement too... I've gone back in time.... to BEFORE SEX.  Oy.

Title:  Leave It To Chance
Rating:  PG(ish)
Pairing:  NONE.  OMG.  This is pre-slash.  Though some of them might be thinking about it....  ;)
Plot:  Aramis isn't ( Read more... )

Poll Does Athos Always Win?

Rating for Part I:  PG-13 (mostly for innuendo)

Plot of Part I:  In which Athos and Aramis are in their 40’s (much older and slightly wiser) and they bicker like an old married couple should.

Spoilers:  There might be some spoilers in both Part I and Part II for Twenty Years After, although I kept it fairly general.

Author’s Note:  Alexandre ( Read more... )

For aramis_chan  who has kindly requested this to help_japan

Title:  Lies of Omission

Rating:  PG-13 to M?

Pairing:  Aramis/D’Artagnan

Warnings:  mild bondage, fuckery entirely of the “mind” variety

Background:   It is 1661 and D’Artagnan is on a spying mission for the King - he had been sent to Belle Isle to find out whether Fouquet is having it fortified.  Interestingly ( Read more... )

 
( This is so wrong.... )

“So, Aramis,” Athos said quietly, hoping to keep his voice steady by lowering the timbre, “Maybe I can go in there by myself and see if I can make some inquiries.”  The stones of the parsonage of Roche-L’Abeille seemed to be laughing in his face.  Father, you were magnificent.  Athos shuddered.

“Oh right, like I’m going to let you ( Read more... )

Athos woke up because he was cold.  The bolster that was somehow cleverly shoved into his arms to substitute the warm body that had been sleeping there earlier, no longer retained its former occupant’s warmth and, therefore, barely fulfilled its designated role in the charade.  Athos rubbed his eyes and spanned the white expanses of their bed ( Read more... )

           “Aramis,” the other man whispered, his arms palpably shaking as he wrapped them around his comrade for what felt very much like the last time. “I…”

“Don’t,” the prelate begged. “This is not good-bye.”

“It feels like good-bye.” Athos felt himself unable to let the other man go. “Forty years,” he whispered. “I ( Read more... )