Comte Olivier d'Athos de la Fere

"It is both," says Aramis, crawling next to Porthos to curl around him, occupying whatever space Athos is not and some of that, too, fingers carding through his mussed hair. "Be nice or I won't give you sweets," he tells Porthos, proving himself a liar in the next moment when he places a chocolate in his mouth. He retrieves one for Athos next, but this one he sets between his lips, neck stretched to put his mouth near Athos' own.