Drunk

Disclaimer: I do not own the "Young Blades" characters! Don't sue me!

Summary: Jacqueline and d'Artagnan are in a cottage together and he is drunk...well, just read it!

Characters: Jacques LePonte/Jacqueline Roget; d'Artagnan Jr but only referred to as d'Artagnan in this story.

Warning: There is some rape, don't read if you don't like.

A/N: This is my first fanfiction dealing with rape. Please be nice with the reviews but I do enjoy constructive critisism. Thank you!


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Jacqueline sat impatiently in front of the fireplace. Her best friend sat at the table with some cognat and other alcohol bottles in front of him. Jacqueline sighed as she glanced at him. What had made the man she loved more than anything start drinking? But knowing him, she felt it had to do with the Musketeer's father, the only man who had a reputation for good and follied it.

D'Artagnan gulped down another glass of whatever it was that he happened to be drinking now. He knew he shouldn't have asked Jacqueline to help him, take him away from the garrison. But he couldn't turn to Ramon or Siroc. They'd talk to him and shake their heads. Ramon would have the audacity to recite poetry to him! But as d'Artagnan sat watching the raven haired beauty, he felt the heat in his loins ignite. How could just looking at her make him feel this way? No other woman ever made him ache in such a way without trying.

Jacqueline stood up and walked over to him then. "D'Artagnan, you should really stop drinking so much. I can't carry you back to the garrison."

D'Artagnan chuckled as his mind started to become misted. What was she saying? Her lips moved and curved into a concerned line. He smiled at her. She did look beautiful. D'Artagnan sat the glass down and leaned back to take in her full look.

Jacqueline placed her hands on her hips. The only way they could rent this cottage was if she wore a dress and requested a place for her "new husband" and herself. The way he peered at her body made her feel uncomfortable. No man she had ever known had gazed at her body in such a way.

D'Artagnan looked from her face full of confusion and anger to her dress that barely conceiled her breasts from his sight. Desire filled him. He could tell she had never been with a man...intimately...and he knew she would enjoy it as soon as a man taught her. Jealousy filled him at the thought of the king of England wishing to take her away from him and marry her! How dare that swine! She was d'Artagnan's! No man would ever touch her...unless it was him.

He tossed the rest of what was in his glass back down his throat and stood, unsteadily. "Jacqueline..." he said as he made a false sign of ready to leave.

Jacqueline's eyes widened with a moment of fear before she turned to pick up her blanket off of the floor. He wouldn't do anything. She thought he wouldn't. He was the most honorable Musketeer that ever had lived. He wanted to leave so she would take him back. But she knew if the Captain found out that she had allowed him to get drunk that it would be both their hides. Jacqueline made plans to take him to Siroc's workshop. As she was about to turn back around to face him, d'Artagnan's body weight crushed her to the ground.

Jacqueline tried to get out from under d'Artagnan thinking he had passed out, but he was heavy. D'Artagnan moved her to where she was right under him and held her wrists in one of his large hands.

"D'Artagnan, what are you doing? Get off of me," she demanded. D'Artagnan shook his head at her.

"Nay, you're mine," he said just before crushing his lips onto hers.

Jacqueline let out a scream of frustration and fear as she desperately tried to get the drunken Gascon off of her. But he increased his strength in his hand holding her wrists as his other trailed down her gown.

He moved his lips to her neck as his right hand ripped open the front of her dress, revealing her chemise underneath.

"Stop it! Get off!" she said helplessly.

"Not until I've claimed you, Jacqueline. No other man can have you. I want you," he growled as he pulled the ends of her dress up to her hips. He sat on her legs so she couldn't kick him. "I know you want this."

"NO, please, d'Artagnan!" she begged as she tried to twist out of his reach but he held her tight.

His hand felt its way up her thigh and between her soft legs. She gasped as he touched her most sensitive area.

"NO! D'Artagnan, get off of me, please!" she begged as he plunged a finger into her.

D'Artagnan chuckled lightly as he pulled his finger out of her and pulled his trousers down revealing his enormous penis. He smirked at Jacqueline as he opened her legs and situated himself in between them. He wrapped one of her legs around his hip.

"D'Artagnan," she cried as tears fell from her eyes. "Don't...I love you...don't..."

His eyes focused on hers for a moment. He knew he shouldn't be doing this. He knew he loved her. But desire and the alcohol in him refused to allow his senses to obey him. He couldn't help what he was doing. He wanted Jacqueline and he had her right in front of him.

Desire won over conscious. D'Artagnan raised his hips and plunged himself into her as hard as he could, tearing her virgin barrier without a care.

Jacqueline screamed in pain and horror as he continued to speed up his pace. She couldn't stop him! It hurt! "D'Artagnan!" she screamed as loud as she could. "NO!'

His lips crushed upon hers once more before she passed out from the pain.