The Two Musketeers
| Season: | None |
| Spoilers: | None. |
| Rating: | 16 |
| Story Type: | Short Story |
| Past Life: | 17th Century |
| Warnings: |
Maybe a bit cliched and sappy. Changing POVs. Takes place in France so Jack is Jacques. |
| Notes: | This is my first AU and first “First kiss” ever!!! I really wanted to make an entry for this challenge. It was supposed to be something else, but suddenly my muse came up with this idea. Ever since I was a young girl I loved Alexandre Dumas's "The three musketeers". I've read the book again and again. So now Jack and Daniel become musketeers. This story is also written with the very seductive sword fighting scene of "The mask of Zorro" in mind. The beautiful manipped wall is by Rosenrot. |
Jacques’s POV
"Surrender!" The tip of Daniel's sword points directly at my throat. His intense blue eyes challenge me, his voice thick with satisfaction.
He's panting and so am I.
Today's fencing lesson got more and more complicated and dangerous by the minute - or at least Daniel might think so.
I stare back at him. Unmoving, my sword out of reach somewhere on the ground or tangled in the bushes.
I've been his teacher in sword fighting for about four weeks, and today’s the first time he got me to the point where I lost my weapon. I didn't lose it on purpose, to give him a feeling of success. No, he's gotten that good already and I'm really proud of him.
Daniel wants to be a musketeer and fight for his king. That's what he told Treville, the first commander of Louis XIII's private army, when he begged for admission.
But I know the real reason now.
I've already gained the young man's trust since we've been together almost every minute of every day. First out of necessity, then of his own free will.
Daniel's true reason for becoming a musketeer is to take revenge for his murdered family. His parents were killed by Lord Buckingham’s guards who were doing some illegal smuggling here in France. Right in front of the barely twelve-year-old Daniel.
Although he is actually no fighter (or so he tells me), he has potential.
He's already becoming pretty skillful and fearless.
But not good enough for me yet. Me, one of the best fencing teachers of His Majesty.
Never taking my eyes off of Daniel's, I swiftly move my arm and slap his sword away with my gloved hand, take two quick steps towards him and wrestle him effortlessly to the ground. He's on his back and I sit on his thighs, smiling smugly at him in victory. His sword has joined mine a few meters away.
He gives an angry growl, shoving at me, but can’t move my weight.
Just when I’m halfway up, he tackles me, pulling my legs from under me, and I land in the grass. He then takes my hips in an iron grip, holds me down, straddles my thighs and bends my arms above my head.
A triumphant, radiant smile makes his face and eyes glow with joy, and he asks, “Again, Jacques?”
I really can’t move. He’s much stronger than he was just a few weeks ago, and I’m speechless. Not only because of his strength – that was one of the goals of our lessons – but also because of his utter beauty.
I gasp.
And I know he thinks it’s because he defeated me. But it’s something else, something completely different. A thing he doesn’t know and never will.
I’m attracted to men.
Yes, as bad and as unnerving as it is.
I am.
I can’t deny it.
I’ve tried, though – denying it.
I even took a mistress to bed.
But then the embarrassing thing happened…I couldn’t get it up!
Me! A proud musketeer of His Majesty!
I wanted to die.
She was kind enough not to spread the emberassing facs around.
I did manage to come to terms with it after a while, and it is my now curse - what with all those fit and athletic soldiers around me all day long.
I’ve never acted on it, though.
But now I’ve met Daniel…
I look up at him, still trying to catch my breath. His long brown hair is falling into his eyes as he bends down to capture my arms. He’s so close. I swallow, using all my self-control not to move my head and kiss him on his luscious mouth.
That would destroy everything. And I really don’t want to lose him even though I can’t have him right where I want him - in my bed, that is.
His forehead glistens with droplets of sweat, his tongue darting out to wet his parched lips.
He’s chuckling low.
“Damn, Daniel,” I mutter.
I can’t take my eyes off him. His white shirt has fallen open, a big amount of smooth skin revealed to me.
I want to touch, want to reach out and just caress the smoothness with my fingertips, feeling the warmth…
Daniel’s POV
Success! Victory!
I never thought I’d be able to hold Jacques down. He’s so strong and smart and skillful.
And a really good teacher in fencing and fighting.
His explanations are short but precise. He’s very strict but also patient. He seems to have set his mind on making me the best swordsman among the musketeers. He practices the moves with me over and over and over. Never getting tired of it.
Neither am I.
There’s something about him that makes me calm, focused; I always want to please him.
Of course I want to become a good soldier, first and foremost. But when he’s satisfied with my actions, he gets this tiny but very warm smile that makes me feel really good. I don’t know why, but it does. And during each lesson I do my best to see it at least once.
Today’s a bit different. I’ve just had the best success ever, while pinning him to the ground, and yet he doesn’t smile.
No, he looks puzzled, and somehow distressed.
And all of a sudden, as I sit on him and lean over to hold his arms, I feel his cock harden against mine. The tight pants can’t hide such a fact.
For a very brief second, I find it very odd. But then my dick is filling quickly too and my body starts to tingle all over.
I jump up. I’ve never felt that way before and it scares me like hell. I KNOW a thing like that is not supposed to happen. The church taught me that. It’s a crime and one could die from it.
I grab my sword without meeting his eyes, get my hat and cloak from a tree, and storm away.
“Daniel!” I hear Jacques yell behind me, “What is it?” He’s slowly getting to his feet, putting his hat on.
I mount my horse quickly and then I’m gone, leaving him there, rooted to the spot.
Jacques’s POV
I’m riding as fast as I can. I don’t know where Daniel is going but I can still see him in the distance.
I’m sure his panicked behavior has something to do with those unfortunate hard-ons - mine and HIS.
I want to kick myself for not holding on to it. But I just COULDN’T!
The moment he leaned over me I was lost.
The whole act of him holding me down, staring at me with such intensity and joy - it was too much.
His own body’s reaction probably gave him the final shock.
Of course I noticed that he got hard immediately, too, when our cocks accidentally rubbed together.
That’s when he sprang to his feet. I should have just grabbed him and kissed him senseless, telling him it was all right.
But I was mesmerized.
Now I’m desperately trying to catch up to him and do just that.
Daniel’s POV
How could that happen?
Why did I get hard while straddling my teacher? My MALE teacher?
My mind is racing and so is my horse.
One part of me wants to get away from Jacques as fast as possible, but the other part wants to slow down and get an explanation.
It felt good to have him under me that way, though.
After some minutes, and just when the tree line of the forest is in sight, I hear Jacques shouting behind me, “Wait!”
I turn my head and see him galloping after me.
My heart gives an unexpected thud at the sight of him and the fact that he’s coming after me. So I slow down.
“Daniel, please.” He’s catching his breath and so am I. “Let me explain.” His voice is soft and pleading; I’ve never heard him talk like that.
I feel flushed. Not sure if it’s because of the hard ride or because of the sudden embarrassment I feel when I see him.
We ride side by side for a while, making our way into the forest, giving our horses the chance to cool down.
I don’t know what to say, so I just let my head hang low. I’m still feeling that tingling, and his closeness makes me very nervous all of a sudden.
“Let’s sit down over there,” Jacques points to a little sunny spot amid the oak trees.
I nod, unable to say a thing.
I’m scared in an odd way.
When I dismount my horse, I feel my legs shaking and I immediately sit down on a log warmed by the autumn sun.
Jacques goes over to the near well, and takes some sips of fresh water, not seeming to be able to speak as well.
He smoothes his tousled hair, and ties it in a tail again, walking slowly back towards me as he does so.
“Daniel, I…” He clears his throat, sitting down beside me. I flinch but I don’t move away. “…I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry.” And he looks sad now; he pulls his knees up and props is elbows on them, staring at the ground.
Jacques’s POV
I don’t look at Daniel but from the corner of my eye I see that he’s turning his head towards me, tossing his hat carelessly away.
“Don’t…don’t apologize.”
I almost can’t hear him because he whispers so low and hoarse.
“It…it felt good…”
I look up at him in utter surprise, and meet his gaze directly, which I’m totally unprepared for. The blueness scorches me.
“What?” Even though I did understand what he said in the first place, I have to ask again.
He shakes his head, muttering, “Never mind.” And is now looking down, too.
I’m tempted to reach out and stroke the hair away from his face so I can see his expression, but I don’t do it. I’m back in control now and I’m not sure where this is leading. I just know that I don’t want to lose his company.
The other men I trained became good soldiers, but I never felt sorry when they finished their course of lessons and left my tutelage.
With Daniel, it’s different. I don’t want to be parted from him. I want him to stay in my life.
God, what an odd thought.
I do have some companions. We drink together and go on special missions together for Her Majesty. But I’m never as excited in their company as I am when Daniel is around. It’s like I’m always aroused when he’s near me. But it’s not only a dick ‘thing’ – it’s a mind and heart ‘thing’, too. I admitted that to myself a while back now.
Could that be love?
Anyway, for now I’m trying to figure out what he’s thinking.
He remains motionless for several long minutes, staring blankly at his boots.
All of a sudden he gets up, walks to the well and splashes water on his face and neck.
I swallow a big lump in my throat.
“You know,” he says when he turns towards me, “I just thought the devil had got us.”
He sits down beside me again, sighing very heavily.
I chuckle; I’m relieved that he’s not trying to change the subject, but I still don't know what to say.
Should I just go for it and kiss him, or would it be better to explain things first, since he’s so young?
Nineteen. What a sweet age. And what pervert I am…Thirty-nine…wanting such a young guy…
“That’s what you heard in church?” I decide for talking first, testing the ground.
“That’s what the nuns told us when we played with ourselves in the bath, back at their school.”
He blushes, but continues, “We didn’t know what was happening to us; we were only thirteen, maybe fourteen.”
Daniel’s playing with a dry weed while he’s talking, remembering, “When I got…got hard the first time, or when …when hair started to grow down there, I also thought the devil had got me.” He throws a quick glance at me, and I want to hug him but I feel he’s got more to say.
“I looked at the others discreetly when we had to wash ourselves. I was SO relieved when I saw they had hair growing there as well.” He rubs his thigh nervously. “Anyway, when one of the nuns found us in the lake, exploring ourselves one day, we got the whip for that. Ten strokes.” He swallows. “And the strict order never EVER to do that again. Our member is for our wife only. Hands off otherwise.”
“Yeah,” I sigh. I went through the exact same experience an eternity ago.
“You said it felt good, I remind him, making eye contact with him. “You think something forbidden could feel that good?”
He blushes again. “I…well…” he smiles a bit shyly at me, then looks away again, “strange things happen…maybe we are cursed, or something?”
I smile to myself at that statement. Maybe we are. But I have to admit that I don’t care anymore. After so many battles and wars, I’m happy with my curse because at least it makes me feel good a few minutes a day.
“Have you been with a woman yet?” I want to know.
“No… I’m supposed to wait for a wife," he replies thoughtfully.
“Not even a whore?” I ask, stunned. And I’m surprised with myself; I’ve never talked with someone else about stuff like that.
“Jacques…” Again he looks at me briefly, considering his answer. “Well…yes,” he says very low.
“And?”
“And what?”
“Did it feel as good?”
He seems to mull over the reply in his head for a few seconds before saying, “I didn’t feel much with you, I was just shocked.”
I can see he’s lying. But I wait for him to finish.
“It felt odd with her, though. Cold.”
“Yeah.” I sigh again, knowing exactly what he means.
After a long silence, he suddenly asks, “So what’s right?” His blue eyes challenging me again like they did when he defeated me in the swordfight.
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly, my guts already hurting because of his closeness. My mind knows what I’ve been taught, what Daniel has been taught, but my body has its own will. I’m really out of my depth here. I get up and walk over to the well again, my mouth getting extremely dry.
Suddenly I feel his hand on my shoulder.
“Let’s find out what’s right for us, Jacques,” he whispers when I straighten up. He’s just inches shorter then me and I can’t believe the seductive tone I hear in his voice.
“Really?” I feel his other hand land on my other shoulder, a firm grasp.
“Really,” he states. “Although I don’t have a clue how,” he murmurs, licking his lips unconsciously.
“God, Daniel.” I lick mine too. “I think I do.”
We lock gaze for some long seconds. I want to commit this moment to memory. The moment before our first kiss. I can’t believe it’s becoming true. I can’t believe he’s so willing to try it out. I can’t believe he wants to go over those huge barriers our society has set up.
“Stop thinking.” He gets closer and closer, never taking his eyes off mine.
I move forward too, my gaze on his full, inviting lips. He seems to know what I want to do because he parts them slightly, showing me the tip of his tongue.
“Jesus,” I gasp and finally take those lips without hesitation.
I feel his groan vibrate inside me, see his lids fluttering close. His inviting tongue is greeting mine instantly when I move carefully into the warmth of his mouth. I moan too. It’s just too good to be true. He’s pressing himself against me now, rubbing his groin against mine. I moan again, not breaking the sweet, lush kiss. God, he’s gorgeous. I’m hard to bursting point within seconds and so is he.
His hands’re on my ass, pressing me close, really, really hard, and grinding against my burning dick and oversensitive balls beneath their layers of clothes. Too soon for my liking, there’s no air left in my lungs, and he breaks the kiss for the same reason. When I look at him, his face is red and sweaty, and he’s panting furiously, his eyes closed, lost in the sensation of our dicks clashing together.
What a sight!
And then he’s losing it completely, “That’s good…good…sosososo…oh Jacques…hmmmm.”
I know he’s coming right there in his pants. I hold him and bury my nose and mouth against his neck. And just with the smell of him, I’m coming too. Lost in the sweet, hot sensation, totally out of control, feeling so much younger again.
But only after a short hug, he shrugs me off, turns around, and goes to mount his horse again.
“Daniel?” I ask in utter disbelief.
“You do that to all your pupils, don’t you?”
“I…” I think I didn’t hear right. “I… WHAT?”
Daniel’s POV
Damn. I guess that was the wrong thing to say. Jacques’ eyes lose their joyful glimmer immediately and I badly regret what I just said and did.
He just shakes his head and sits down on the ground right where he stood, head in his hands.
“I’m sorry.” I kneel down beside him, feeling like a coward, and start to stroke his back gently.
I’m totally and utterly confused.
I just got off in my pants, with another man, which is a terrible, forbidden thing to do. But he got off as well. So how in hell can this be wrong when it makes one feel so heavenly?
I shake my head too, thinking about our conversation before this happened.
“Felt like it was the right thing to do.” I stroke more firmly now.
Jacques straightens beneath my touch, tilting his face up to the sun, his eyes closed.
“Daniel,” he says, “don’t be sorry. I know how that must have looked like.” He turns his head and looks deeply into my eyes. “And the answer is no. I don’t do this with my pupils. I used to be always in control.”
His hand comes up hesitantly against my cheek, “You made me lose it.” He looks down again.
“Oh,” is all I can say. That makes me feel special. I guess I have to do some research if he speaks the truth or not. But then, it seems to me that his beautiful warm eyes can’t lie.
“Yeah, oh.” A smile finds its way back to his face, “We’re in trouble now, I guess.”
And he wrestles me onto the warm leaves on the ground and starts to explore my mouth more intensely now. I follow his lead, not caring if it’s the right thing to do, just feeling that it’s the BEST thing to do.
FIN
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