suzie_shooter (suzie_shooter) wrote,

Fic - No Smoke Without Fire (Part 8)

Title: No Smoke Without Fire (Part 8)
Pairings: Athos/Porthos
Rating: NC17 (this part)
Wordcount: 2,512
Summary: Written for the prompt of "Athos rescues Porthos from a burning building. Porthos is so grateful that he's driving Athos mad." Modern AU.


They fell onto Porthos' bed, stripping off clothes quickly and without ceremony, in too much haste to take the time to undress each other.

Naked, they crawled under the duvet for warmth, reaching for each other without hesitation. Both were blatantly hard, and Porthos groaned with pleasure as Athos pressed against him.

They kissed until they were dizzy with it, lips mapping warm skin when they weren't locked mouth to mouth, tasting, sucking, teasing.

Charon had never been that into prolonged bouts of kissing and Porthos had sometimes wished he was more affectionate, but to his joy and slight surprise Athos seemed to enjoy it as much as he did. Certainly Athos was more than willing to take the time for this mutual exploration of each other, there was no impatient rush towards the mere mechanics of the act.

Soon though, the question of whether they were going to go all the way was one that had to be answered if they intended to do something about it before their current state of arousal meant they just came all over each other, whether by accident or design.

Porthos, currently sprawled on top of Athos and rubbing insistently against him in a way that was making Athos produce some very entertaining noises, nuzzled a kiss into his neck, and then looked at him beseechingly.

"Athos. Will you fuck me?"

For a second Athos looked surprised, as if he'd been expecting Porthos to want the opposite, but he nodded. "If that's what you'd like?"

"If you do?"

Athos nodded again, kissing him with a smile, and Porthos wrapped his arms around him gleefully, rolling them over until Athos was on top.

For a while they continued in the same vein in the new position, until Porthos wriggled free, one hand clamped around his cock in an effort not to embarrass himself while he pulled open the bedside drawer.

As he did so it belatedly occurred to him that when he'd bought condoms and lube at the same time as the wine, stashing them in the nightstand rather than the bathroom cabinet might not have been the brightest idea he'd ever had. He'd left them in the chemist's bag, and it looked exactly like what it was - that he'd been hoping for sex.

"Someone's been shopping." There was laughter in Athos' voice as he leaned over Porthos' shoulder to peer into the drawer.

Porthos turned to look at him, mortified and searching for an explanation that wouldn't either sound like he'd deliberately set out to seduce him, or suggest that he was sleeping with anyone else.

Athos came to his rescue, reading Porthos' embarrassment in his face and laying a finger on Porthos' lips before he could blurt out excuses.

"I don't mind," Athos whispered. "It's alright. I know you've wanted this. What's the point in being shy about it?"

Relieved, Porthos kissed the tip of his finger, making Athos smile. He sucked the finger into his mouth, shifting closer and then relinquishing it in favour of Athos' lips.

As they folded back into each other's arms, Porthos deliberately slid his erection along the length of Athos', nudging the tip deliberately against the head of Athos' cock over and over until Athos was leaking pre-come and biting his lip for control.

Breathless, Athos snatched the condoms from his hand and hastily pushed Porthos back against the pillows. "Are you trying to make me lose it?" he asked, half-laughing as Porthos grinned up at him unashamedly.

"Maybe?" Porthos laughed. "You have entirely too much restraint."

"Shut up and spread your legs," Athos retorted, rolling on a condom. Porthos did as he was told, laughing harder, and Athos glanced up at him with a dirty smirk.

"Not wishing to be indelicate," Athos said, looking round and picking up the lube. "But how much prep do you need?"

Porthos snorted. "Way I feel right now you could bend me over backwards and take me with a lick and a prayer."

Athos smiled at the image. "And in non-porno-land?"

Porthos shrugged, pulling Athos down for a kiss. "Well it ain't exactly my first rodeo, but it has been a while," he admitted.

"Okay." Athos kissed him back, nodding understanding. "Tell me if I go too fast, yeah?" he murmured.

Porthos gazed up at him as Athos' slick fingers worked between his legs, and wondered if this was what love felt like.

When Athos finally pushed slowly inside him, it was with a tender care that Porthos was entirely unaccustomed to and he gave such a shaky sigh that Athos paused, concerned he was hurting him.

"Okay?" he breathed. "Too much?"

Porthos shook his head quickly. "No. Don't stop. Fuck, Athos, I - " he stuttered to a halt, but Athos took him at his word and thrust the rest of the way in. Porthos leaned up to kiss Athos on the mouth, and Athos shifted position so he could maintain the kiss as he started to move inside him.

They rocked together, breath hitching in spikes of sharp pleasure, Porthos' aching cock trapped between them, rutting against Athos' stomach. It was everything Porthos had dreamed it would be and infinitely more; he'd never anticipated Athos' outwardly withdrawn persona might hide such a passionate and generous lover and he never wanted this to end.

Inevitably it had to, their urgent thrusting slowing with their stamina finally spent, sweat-stained hair falling in Athos' eyes as he kissed his way along Porthos' collarbone. He felt Porthos finally shudder to orgasm beneath him, hot wetness spurting between their joined bodies. Athos let himself follow suit, closing his eyes as he rode out his climax, and feeling Porthos press kisses to every bit of skin he could reach.

Afterwards they lay in each other's arms, pleasantly worn out but not yet ready for sleep.

"Was that alright?" Athos couldn't help asking, after they'd lain in quiet reflection for some time.

Porthos blinked at him in surprise. "More than alright," he smiled. "I'd go as far as fucking spectacular."

Athos gave a huff of laughter, resting his head on Porthos' chest. "That's alright then. I was just thinking - you've been after this for weeks. I'd hate to be a let down."

Porthos pulled Athos up again so he could kiss him sternly. "I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer," he said. "That was the best sex I've ever had. And I'm not even kidding."

Athos settled down again looking rather happier, but left to his own thoughts there was still something haunting him, and after a while he sighed deeply.

To Porthos' sharp ears it sounded preoccupied rather than content, and he hugged him.

"So. You want to talk about it?"

"About what?"

"Whatever it is that's on your mind. Your bad night."

"Not sure you'd want to hear it."

Porthos rested his head against his. "Talk to me Athos. You really look like you need to."

Athos was quiet for a while. "We were called out as support to another station, off our patch. We were a secondary team, just back up, but by the time we got there - well, it was too late to be of any use. Too late for the first appliances on the scene too I would guess. It was a house fire. Must have ripped through it in minutes."

Athos fell quiet again, lost in thought, and Porthos stroked his arm. "Someone died?" he guessed.

"They all died. A whole family. Four people, gone in an instant." Athos shook his head, his voice tight. "It's not even like I actually saw anything. Not like that. Just - knowing there was nothing we could do." He pulled away from Porthos' arm a little and sat up, hunched over his knees.

"Sometimes - sometimes there's nothing that could have been done to prevent it, you know? But sometimes there is something, some small stupid thing, like putting out a cigarette properly or checking a smoke alarm, and lives don't need to be lost, and it makes me so - angry."

He didn't look angry, he looked on the verge of tears, and Porthos pulled him back into his arms.

"It's alright," he soothed.

"It's not alright," Athos mumbled against his neck, and Porthos hugged him close.

"I mean - it's alright to let go," Porthos murmured. "It's alright not to be alright. I'm here Athos, I've got you. It's okay."

"I'm sorry." Athos' distressed breathing was gradually quietening, and Porthos kissed him.

"Don't be. Just let me help."

They lay there, holding onto each other without speaking for a long while. Athos finally broke the silence, and Porthos was glad to hear the underlying tremor had gone out of his voice.

"You know," Athos said quietly, "it's a horrible thing to say, but I'm glad d'Artagnan wasn't there tonight. For his sake."

Porthos squeezed him reassuringly, but it brought to mind something he'd been thinking about, too.

"What would you say if I told you I'm still considering joining up?" Porthos asked slowly. "I really was serious about it. I know you thought I was just stalking you, but it wasn't only that."

Athos looked troubled. "I'd rather you didn't."

"Even now?" Porthos drew a finger down his chest. "Why?"

Athos took a moment to answer. "Because if anything ever happened to you, I'd always feel it was my fault," he admitted.

"You do know that's daft?"

"I can't help it. That's the way I feel."

"You know, I'd like to meet them in a dark alley one night."

Athos looked confused. "Who?"

"Whoever it was that convinced you you need to bear the weight of the world on your shoulders."

Athos smiled. "I think that was mostly just me, to be fair."

"Oh. Well. I'd certainly like to meet you in a dark alley." Porthos smirked at him. "Outcome might be a bit different though..."


When Porthos woke the next morning and remembered what had happened the night before, he couldn't help a smile spreading across his face. In a way, even though he'd been pursuing Athos for weeks, it had somehow come as a surprise, this abrupt surrendering of Athos' defences and he felt a little guilty knowing the events that had prompted it.

Athos was still asleep beside him, curled towards Porthos, one hand tucked under his cheek. His features were slack and soft in sleep, and Porthos gazed fondly at him, realising how tensely he must hold himself when awake.

He still wasn't sure if this was the start of something, or if Athos was only viewing it as a one night stand, and when Athos showed signs of stirring Porthos looked quickly away, not wanting to be caught watching him.

When he looked back, Athos' eyes were open and fixed on him, and Porthos was relieved when he smiled.


"Morning." Porthos grinned at him. Part of him had been afraid Athos would regret it, but this relaxed and sleepy version of Athos was yet again one he hadn't anticipated. "Sleep well?"

"Yes. Thank you." Athos stretched out a little and yawned, showing no signs of wanting to leave and Porthos' heart soared.

"Would you like some tea?"

"I'd love some." Athos smiled. "If it's not a bother."

"Anything for you." Porthos told him, and before he could lose his nerve leaned over and kissed Athos quickly on the mouth.

To his relief Athos didn't seem to mind, and Porthos climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom to relieve himself and wash off the dried traces of the night before. There was a robe hanging on the back of the door and he considered whether it would be good manners to put it on. Then decided fuck it, and walked out still stark naked.

He was conscious of Athos watching him cross the room, all bright eyes and tousled hair surrounded by duvet, and Porthos whistled as he made the tea. He heard Athos get up and go into the bathroom, and hoped he wasn't getting dressed. When he came in with the mugs of tea though Athos was back in bed, and, as Porthos found as he climbed in beside him, still naked.

Porthos couldn't resist, but drew him into a kiss that Athos returned with a willing enthusiasm, and they only paused for breath because the tea was getting cold.

"Do you have to work today?" Athos asked.

"Nah. It's Sunday," Porthos pointed out.

"Oh. Yes. I forget other people have normal routines," Athos smiled.

"I works shifts too," Porthos said automatically, and Athos looked at him.

"At a bakery? Oh, I suppose you have like early bread shift and stuff?"

Porthos hesitated. "That sort of thing, yeah. Do you have to work today?" he asked quickly, hoping to change the subject.

"Not until later. On the night shift again."

"So...." Porthos wriggled closer. "We could spend the whole day in bed then?"

Athos looked amused. "We could. Is that what you want?" Porthos waggled his eyebrows and Athos actually laughed. "Alright then." He put down his mug and slid down further in the bed. "Why the hell not?"


"Oi. Have you been listening to a word I've been saying?"

Athos jumped as Aramis slapped him round the back of his head and dropped into the seat next to him.

"Sorry. Miles away. What did you say?"

"Never mind. Are you alright?" Aramis peered at him suspiciously. He'd been vaguely worried that Athos would be over-processing the events of the previous day, but he didn't look particularly upset. In fact, for Athos, he looked suspiciously happy.

"What've you been up to anyway?" Aramis probed. "Tried to call you twice this afternoon, not like you not to pick up."

Athos looked at him, debating whether to say anything. "If I tell you, do you promise not to spread it round the entire station in thirty seconds?"

"Promise," said Aramis immediately, dragging his chair closer in hope of gossip. He wasn't disappointed.

"I - spent last night with Porthos," Athos confessed.

Aramis gave a bark of laughter and slapped Athos on the knee. "Got you at last did he? Good for him." He studied Athos' expression, which seemed to be mildly conflicted and frowned. "So come on, spill. Was it good?"

Athos gave a slight nod, and Aramis cackled. "So why aren't you bouncing off the walls with happiness?" he pressed.

Athos sighed. "Am I doing the right thing?"

"He's a nice guy, and for some peculiar reason he likes you. Do you like him?"

Athos hesitated, then nodded again.

"Well there you are then." Aramis rubbed Athos' shoulder. "You deserve some fun, Athos. Just - go with it. What's the problem?"

"I don't know. I'm just - not very good at relationships," Athos admitted. "I'll fuck it up, I know I will."

Aramis snorted. "Bet Porthos won't let you. Never met anyone more stubborn than you before." Athos stuck his tongue out and Aramis grinned.

"Seriously. Stop worrying for once. What's the worst that can happen?"

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