Title: Five Times Aramis' Womanizing Got the Musketeers Into Trouble
Author: Victoria LeRoux and Red Tigress
Rating: T
Chapter WC: 906
First Written: March 19, 2014
Posted: March 19, 2014
A/N: This series is co-written between Red Tigress and Victoria LeRoux. Red Tigress wrote this chapter, while Victoria LeRoux edited.

"Remember when I told you that if I was going to be hung I'd take it very personally? I'm starting to take this rather personally," D'Artagnan whispered to his companion.

"Do you something to share, Monsieur D'Artagnan?" the judge asked.

D'Artagnan shook his head slowly, and then leveled a glare at Aramis who had the decency to look sheepish. Like D'Artagnan, his hands were bound in front of him with rope, while two Red Guards stood at their backs. The Cardinal had a slightly smug look on his face, but hadn't said anything during the trial.

Which wasn't even D'Artagnan's trial. He was more than a bit miffed when Red Guards had seized him and Aramis in the street, claiming that they'd been charged with assaulting a nobleman's wife. D'Artagnan had never heard of the people, but Aramis had mumbled something about"She seduced me!"

D'Artagnan had kicked him to make him hold his tongue.

Athos, who had been down the street and saw the commotion, turned on his heel immediately to walk briskly in the opposite direction. D'Artagnan assumed he was going to report their unfair imprisonment to Treville, but he couldn't really blame the other man if he had just been fleeing the scene.

"Monsieur Léone," the Judge said, and an angry looking man stepped forward. His clothes placed him as someone of status, and D'Artagnan grimaced. Leave it to Aramis…

"These Musketeers are heathens!" he shouted. "Practicing the most despicable aspects of adultery, and going unpunished for it!" He waved his hand so much as he spoke, that D'Artagnan for a moment had the fleeting impression that he was trying to strike them from ten meters away.

The judge also seemed a little impatient at the antics, but probably the only reason he was putting up with this case was because there was money involved. He didn't look happy about it though.

"I demand they be hung," Léone growled.

"We'll wait on a sentence until all the facts are heard," the judge rumbled. "What happened when you were returning to your home?"

"I saw…I saw…" Léone's eyes widened with rage. "His manhood in my wife!" There was a low chuckle from the crowd at large, and D'Artagnan looked towards his companion incredulously. Aramis, for his part, remained silent although a very smug look was plastered on his face.

"Maybe you can be pleased at your reputation some other time?" D'Artagnan mumbled under his breath. He grit his teeth when he saw Aramis had the gall to wink at one woman in the crowd who then giggled.

"Order!" Shouted the judge. He turned back to Léone, nodding his head at D'Artagnan. "And the other?"

"Well," and here Léone seemed somewhat unsure. "After I chased this heathen out of the house, he escaped. But I saw him not two days hence with this one!"

D'Artagnan's jaw dropped in outrage. "How is that grounds for arrest?"

"Be quiet Monsieur or I will hold you in contempt," D'Artagnan snapped his mouth shut.

"If I may," Aramis finally spoke. "While I am…indeed flattered by this man's opinion of me," Aramis said, and Léone turned a hot shade of red. D'Artagnan was sure he saw some spittle fly out of his mouth. "I cannot say with any measure of certainty, that beautiful though she was, I had an affair with Madame Léone. I don't make it a habit of sleeping with married women."

There were a few incredulous snorts from the crowd. Aramis just blinked innocently and smiled politely.

"I'm sorry you are so promiscuous you cannot remember every person you've been with Monsieur Aramis," the judge stated. "But you have committed an egregious defense against a married man. So-"

"WAIT!" Everyone turned at the sound of Porthos' voluminous voice filling up the room. He came in with Athos, Treville, and a woman that D'Artagnan had never seen before. Porthos gave a pointed look to Aramis as if to say he owed him, which Aramis returned with a slightly embarrassed grin.

"We have a character witness," Treville stated calmly.

The judge sighed. "Very well, step forward."

"I am a maid in Monsieur Léone's household," the woman stated. "I was there on the day in question."

"Was this the man you saw?" The judge asked.

The woman looked from Léone back to the judge. "I would not like to call my employer's dignity into question…"

"Was it yes or no?" The judge asked impatiently.

"No, it was not."

A murmur from the crowd, and Aramis was looking rather smug again. His smile was quickly stifled by a pointed look from Treville.

"Very well, I've had just about enough of this. Léone, this is not the first man you've dragged in here, accusing them of adultery. Perhaps you had best keep a better eye on your wife. You are all free to leave."

The guards moved forward, cutting Aramis' and D'Artagnan's bonds. The younger man saw out of the corner of his eye Athos slipping the maid a coin purse.

"Aramis," Porthos said disapprovingly. "While we're used to saving your sorry arse, did you have to bring poor, impressionable D'Artagnan into this as well?"

"Unfortunate circumstances, my apologies," Aramis replied. But the sincerity was disproved by him winking at a woman in the crowd, whom D'Artagnan was pretty sure was Madame Léone.

"We're going to have to dunk you in ice water," Athos mumbled, as they left the court.