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Once Porthos has managed to properly woo Aramis with his ideas and his plans, now it becomes very clear that Porthos needs to turn their attentions towards Athos. He purchases even more flowers until the apartment is bursting with them, lighting candles to dim the atmosphere, and while Aramis rests from their activities, Porthos makes Athos' very favourite meal. He changes, too, because while the yoga wear might be what Aramis wants, he knows Athos likes a little bit of a different thing.

That's why he changes into a sleek, fitting dark blue button-down and a pair of slacks that are tight around every part of his calves and thighs. He buttons the shirt to the elbow and styles his hair until it's as neat as his beard and mustache, heart beating ever the faster for his nerves.

He just wants it all to be so perfect.

"Aramis, I'm going upstairs to fetch my petit lapin d'amour," Porthos calls. "Don't move a gorgeous muscle."

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The chocolates had been the very best thing Porthos has ever tasted in his life. The minute he finishes them (nearly half a box), he ends up feeling in the best mood he's been in since...well, he can't even remember when. Everything is bright and glowing and perfect, and there's only one thing in mind. Make his men happy, through whatever romantic means possible. It's why he's wearing the new yoga trousers Aramis had bought him (tight and with handprints on the arse), is setting up a dozen candles on the table, and is humming something from a cartoon song, setting the roses up.

He's even fetched himself some poetry, just to be really, really ready.

As far as he's concerned, there's only one goal in mind: woo his husband and get him on his side so they can go after Athos. Popping another chocolate in his mouth, the world goes starry and bright one more time and he feels half like he's floating. It's incredible, it really is, this being in love.