Comte Olivier d'Athos de la Fere

Porthos can't take being above him another moment, especially not when Athos looks at him the way he does. He goes crashing down to the floor, on his knees, and wraps his arm around Athos' back to haul him into his arms, kissing every last drop of himself from off Athos' skin before he turns his head to Aramis, a dazed and happy look on his face.

"Kiss me," he instructs. "And then pinch me because I swear, we're still on our honeymoon and I'm dreaming."