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[afineseamstress]

Aramis is no longer in the mood to celebrate Halloween. After the trials of the strange, gray nightmare world he and those he loves dearest had found themselves in, after watching the people he loves hurt again and again, it's not for the purpose of celebration that Aramis outfits himself into costume.

The motorcycle is newly purchased, the license newer still, and Aramis swings a leg over it, leathers creaking as he settles. He rides quickly across town to where Porthos will be waiting for him, and as the wind whips through his hair, he lets Aramis fall away.

He doesn't have to be that man for a few hours. He doesn't have to wonder if the city that has given him so much will try to hurt him again, hurt Athos or Porthos, or their future family. He doesn't have to pretend that he's been sleeping when he has not, or that everything is alright when it certainly isn't. Just for an evening, he doesn't have to be himself, worrying incessantly about the things he can't control.

Pulling up in front of the shelter, he lets the motorcycle engine roar once before he sets the engine to idle. He breathes deep, exhaling with an almost bored sound as he waits for his charge.

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[afineseamstress]

"Fight them, if they are dangerous," Rene tells him, breaths coming quicker now as Isaac puts new effort into stroking him, "I love fighting. And when I have won, turn down the next alley in search of you." Rene can't stop the groan that tumbles from his throat. "Especially now that I know you are this good with your hands."

[du_vallon]

"I love fighting," Isaac sighs happily, thinking of the last few fights he'd been in. "And I'm always good with my hands, whether it's this or shutting someone's face down," he promises, grinning as he leans in for a nip of a kiss before his strokes turn faster.

[afineseamstress]

"I should like to see that," Rene gasps, "You must be a brilliant fighter." He grasps at Isaac's shoulders, shuddering now with the pleasure coursing through him. "Isaac, if you continue, you will make me spend."

[du_vallon]

"I thought that's what I was aiming to do," he replies, very soft and half sweet. "Rene," he murmurs tenderly. "I haven't made a handsome man like you spend in months. I'd love to just watch your face. Won't you let me do that?"

[afineseamstress]

Aramis groans, losing sight of Rene for a moment as he realizes how rare this is. They get one another off almost constantly, but Porthos is usually down between his legs, or above or beneath him and too distracted by his own ecstasy to truly witness Aramis'. Settling back, Aramis resolves to give him everything he's asked for, letting his pleasure wash over Rene's features.

"So good, Isaac," he moans, eyes slipping closed as the pleasure builds, tripping like electric current down his spine. One hand fists in Isaac's sleeve like a lifeline, and Rene's head tilts back as his breaths come even faster, heart pounding and hurtling him closer to orgasm. At last it grips him, and Rene gives a small shout as he spills over Isaac's hand, his mouth wide but almost upturned as he revels in the ecstasy Isaac has brought him.

[du_vallon]

He pays attention to every single last moment, refusing to look away for any of this. He wants to cherish this as much as he can, as if he's only going to get the one chance to watch him do this. He buries his face in Rene's neck, stroking him through this as he sinks down into his lap slowly, his own arousal pressing against Rene's hip.

[afineseamstress]

Still shivering with the effects of such an excellent orgasm, Rene winds his arms carefully around Isaac's back, hanging onto him while he catches his breath. "Pardieu," he sighs, "If you can make me feel like that with your hand, imagine what your cock can do."

He reaches a hand between them, grasping for where he can feel Isaac's arousal pressing into him. He folds his hand around it through Isaac's pajamas and groans. "Big, aren't you?"

[du_vallon]

Isaac grins sheepishly, a touch bashful as he shrugs his shoulders, as if he doesn't want to boast about his own body. "I've never had any complaints," he admits, pushing at Rene's shoulders to stand up and ease back to the bed, body creaking and wincing for the straddled position.

[afineseamstress]

Aramis watches him carefully to see how deep that discomfort goes, but Porthos seems to be merely sore after their romp. He stands in the space Porthos has left, spreading Rene's hands over Isaac's shoulders.

"Anyone who complained of a man like you would be mad," he says softly, winding his fingers through Isaac's curls to tilt his head back. "I would like to give you pleasure in return, you darling, modest hulk of a man. What would you like from me?"

[du_vallon]

Isaac rubs his hands up and down Rene's hips, looking up at him with hope in his eyes and something more than eagerness there as he thinks about what he could possibly ask for that they haven't already done, but he wants it to be special. "Will you take me?" he asks. "From behind? Me on my stomach, you filling me up completely?"

[afineseamstress]

"I will need some time," Rene admits, "After such an orgasm, even a man as handsome as you could not bring hardness back to my cock so quickly." He smooths his hands over Isaac's chest, careful not to use too much pressure. "But your bruises. Are you certain you can bear my weight on you?"

[du_vallon]

Isaac grins as him fondly, giving Rene a doubting look when he brings up the bruises. He doesn't want to leave this little play so quickly, and every time the bruises come up, he feels he might have to break. "I'm bruised in so many ways that it doesn't matter what position we're in," he says gently.

[afineseamstress]

"Not necessarily," says Rene thoughtfully, leaning in to kiss Isaac's cheek. "I can take you on your side, wrap myself around you without having to put much weight on you at all. But you must do something for me first."

Rene grins. "Tell me something filthy that you've enjoyed to get me hard again."

[du_vallon]

"I've got hip bruises that won't help," Isaac gently replies, because he thinks that no position will be perfect. He just wants the best of them. He grins, though, at the invitation and gives Rene a filthy look. "Filthy, you want, hmm? What about the fact that as soon as I saw you outside that building, I instantly thought of your lips around my cock, right in the alleyway we were near."

[afineseamstress]

"I am exceptional with my mouth," Rene confides. "You were quite right to fantasize. Is that all you wanted to do with me?" he asks, dropping his mouth to the curve of Isaac's throat, all that's bared to him with that damnable t-shirt on.

[du_vallon]

"No," he gets out in barely more than a childish whine. "No, I wanted to bend you over your motorcycle and fuck you right then and there until you came all over the seat, then every time you took another client around town, you'd remember that I made you come on it, that I made you mark it because of me."

[afineseamstress]

Rene whines low in his throat. "We must make time for that one while you're in town," he says, and is pleased to feel his cock stir with interest. "I assure you, no matter what we do on my motorcycle, I'll be thinking of you for a very long time."

[du_vallon]

"Will you?" Isaac replies, quite pleased. He slides in behind Rene again to wrap his arms around him and hold on tight. "Were you thinking of my cock nestled in against you while we were riding it?" he wonders. "Me rocking up and taking you?"

[afineseamstress]

"Yes," Rene admits with another, throatier whine, letting his head fall back to rest on Isaac's broad shoulder. "You have doomed me - I will think of it every time I ride my bike now."

[du_vallon]

"I hope so," Isaac agrees. "If I'm only to be in town for the next three days, I need to make sure that you're remembering me plenty well while I'm having desperately wet and sticky dreams about you a country or three away."

[afineseamstress]

"Such a life you lead, Monsieur," Rene says in a breathless voice. "From one adventure to the next. My security work is varied and exciting, but it can't compare to leaping out of planes."

He twists his head so he can gaze at him. "Will you touch yourself?" he asks, licking his lips. "When you think of me an ocean away?"

[du_vallon]

"Only if you give me something to touch myself for," is his wry reply, grinning as he leans in to slowly lay a trail of kisses over Rene's neck, wrapping up his arms around his hips and bearing down on him to sweetly ease them into a tight embrace.

[afineseamstress]

"I believe I can," Rene tells him, eyes slipped closed to savor the trace of Isaac's lips on him. He feels hot all over again, but safe, too, capable of ignoring the throb of his now hard cock if he chose. "I could be content to lie forever in your arms," he confesses, "But I am ready to take you now, Isaac."

[du_vallon]

"Shame we've only got the few nights," is his lament in reply, but he knows it's necessary to keep up his career. He grins and settles himself on many blankets and soft pillows as he bears his arse in the air for Rene. "You keep going until you fill me up."

[afineseamstress]

Rene smooths his hand over Isaac's backside, enjoying the soft flesh stretched over firm muscle. He squeezes once and smiles, for the picture he makes looks nearly as wonderful as he will surely feel. "Have you prepared yourself when I was not looking, Monsieur?" he asks.