i guess this has become a motogp blog

But,,, if Marc got knocked up,,, by Valentino Rossi of all people,,, and it gets out? There'd be rumors everywhere about how Alex whored out his brother for his seat, how he doesn't actually deserve it (despite having two titles to his name at that point). And then more rumors would come out about how Marc used to hang around Pol before ending up with Valentino. People would talk about how the Marquez brothers went fishing but the first one was a dud, so they looked for another and now they bagged the biggest fish. It would be horrible.

Marc would get rid of it. He would. But Marc didn't even find out by himself. Valentino just randomly took him to a doctor, and surprise! You're pregnant! So Marc can't even get rid of it because Valentino knows. And the fallout from getting rid of it while Valentino knows is another issue that Marc knows would blow up into something awful.

So Marc stays. He tells Alex it's fine, he can live through it. And Marc was always the fussy type, he loves having someone to baby, that's one of the reasons he's so attached to Alex. Surely a real baby will be just as pleasant.

Alex hates it.

And and and if we go a darker path—Valentino managed to lock Marc down by drugging him during a dinner that Marc assumed was for contract stuff. But no, Marc is led to a private room while Alex is sat with some team executives.

Marc is sat next to Valentino. He feels uncomfortable. So far, he has managed to avoid being in more intimate settings with the man.

He is offered a drink, an apéritif, and Marc tries to refuse, he's not very fond of alcohol, says it interferes with his diet. Valentino insists, says that the meal just wouldn't taste the same. And Marc wants to make a good impression, Valentino is a big part of racing and he used to admire the man, so he sips at the bitter liquid. Valentino's smile just gets larger.

They make pleasant conversation, and Marc is engaged. Valentino is a charismatic man, after all. But throughout the meal, Marc has had to cleverly maneuver hands sliding up his thigh. But Marc is used to that, no biggie. He's learned to ignore this specific trait in most powerful men—redirecting wandering hands have become a second nature to him.

Halfway through the dinner and Marc starts feeling warm. His vision blurs very very slightly. It's just the alcohol, Marc thinks. Nevermind that he barely had one glass.

Another drink is handed to him and before he could say anything, his hand is patted. Valentino grins, "Don't worry, bello, this one isn't alcoholic. It's a sweet drink for my sweet thing, a little refresher."

Marc smiles politely, lifting the cup to his face. It's not a lot, around the same amount as a shot, in a small ceramic cup. It certainly looks like juice but a bit more viscous, like thin soup almost. Sure enough, it doesn't smell alcoholic. It smells like apples, a bit acidic, and definitely sweet.

Valentino's grin grows even more, eyes burning into Marc. "Make sure to drink it all up in one go." He purrs the words and smacks his lips together at the last syllable.

Better to get it over with. Marc gingerly drinks from the cup, keeping his eyes down. He finishes it and replaces the cup on the table. He licks his lips. "It is sweet. A bit bitter, like cider."

Valentino nods, pleased. He motions for the next course to be served and Marc quickly forgets about the drink.

Throughout the rest of the dinner, Marc is charmed. What a funny man, he thinks. They talk a little bit about racing, but Marc never spills that he used to compete. No need to bring that up. The lights get fuzzier and Marc wonders if Valentino gets along with Pol.

Marc's eyes feel hot and his head started pounding after a few bites from this plate. He feels sluggish.

Marc feels a another hand slither under his shirt, over his waist. He's never had someone be this bold before, and hopefully he never will again. Tired, he lets it stay there for a bit, Valentino's palms cool against his skin. He tries to blink the smudges in his vision to no effect.

Marc puffs out a breath. His tongue feels like lead.

"—mbino?"

"—ou okay?"

"—Marc?"

Marc needs Alex. He wants his baby. He turns to Valentino to say this, however, all he can manage is a soft uh. He feels a hand on his face and a shoulder against his cheek.

He manages to look up, and the last thing he doesn't know it yet, but he will be haunted by sight of bright blue eyes for the rest of his life.

Marc wakes up face down on a pillow. He's sore, which is already a problem in itself. His workouts are intense, keeping up with his brother, but he's never felt this tender before. Even worse, the places that throb the most aren't the ones that usually do after a workout.

He doesn't know where he is or how he ended up here. Everything comes out blank. His holes feel used, nothing like he's ever felt before.

He feels dread pooling in his belly. Through it, though, Marc feels an uncomfortable sensation pulsing through his skin. Like a thousand ants want to crawl out of him. The worse comes from the ache between his legs. It feels like something was ripped from him and he was left raw.

Marc moans softly as he feels himself being repositioned. His as is lifted up and a hand pushes his shoulders down. Marc can barely make his fingers twitch in protest. His thighs are spread and he feels a puff of air blown over his folds.

"Ah—!"

Marc can feel something running down his thighs. It's disgusting and Marc wants to leave. His body manages a jolt and Marc is punished by a piercing pain in his head.

Whoever is behind him chuckles. "Patience, bello." The hand on his back starts rubbing the stretch of flesh between his shoulder blades. "You want so much, but I will always give it."

A finger easily enters his hole and Marc wants to scream, to kick, to yell. His body agrees, but not in the same way. It does want. It wants more.

Marc sobs in protest.  No, Marc thinks. He does not want. HE DOES NOT WANT.

Another finger teases his clit, and Marc's eyes roll back. He can feel himself shaking.

The man behind Marc sucks a breath through his teeth. "I promise I will give you everything you need."

The finger leaves his hole but a thumb spreads his lips. Then, something blunt is being pushed against his hole, far larger than the finger.

It spears him and Marc screams.

The man is gripping his hips now. Marc thinks that they'll bruise. That's bad, he has a shoot in a few days.

He feels the other slide into him deeper and Marc lets out an involuntary whimper. All his actions so far have been involuntary. Marc feels trapped in his body. Wouldn't it be kinder if he also couldn't feel? If he cannot move, why does he have to feel?

"Ah, my love, perfect. Only for me, yes?" Marc feels the other muttering against his back, "No one else can have you."

The horrible part about this is the relief that starts to sink in the longer Marc is filled. His pussy still feels raw, but the intense sensation of loss has left him.

"I'm moving now, okay?"

Marc wants to reply, no. No, it is not okay. Get out!

Marc feels the first thrust slam against his battered insides and his vision whites out. He feels his body be jostled back and forth while the other man took his pleasure.

"I love you. I love you. I love you—"

Marc doesn't understand what nonsense the other man is saying. His body feels like it's in heaven, his veins singing in pleasure. It's not fair, he thinks. He doesn't want this and he can't even tell the other man.

Marc's voice echoes in whatever room they're in and it's embarrassing. He feels like he's on fire, it's so hot. His head suddenly feels fuzzy, eyes heavy.

The man between continues to pound into him and the movement does nothing to keep Marc awake. Marc shuts his eyes and slips into darkness.

Marc awakes the next day to a very happy Valentino. The older man serves him breakfast in bed and talks about how Marc was so wonderful. That Marc was so beautiful, so lovely, so amazing. He took Valentino's breath away and would Marc please go out on a proper date with him, and don't worry Marc, he'll make sure to pick a better place since Marc talked about how he loves sweet food.

And Marc is confused. "What?"

Valentino pauses, blue eyes wide. Voice soft, Valentino takes Marc's hand and begins, "You… you kissed me."

Marc clenches his jaw and takes a deep breath. Valentino continues, "You kissed me and I was so happy."

Valentino lifts his hand and kisses his knuckles. "You agreed to come back with me and I had the best night of my life."

Marc kissed Valentino? In what world would Marc ever risk everything he and his brother has built up to kiss someone who has power, no matter how minuscule, over Alex's career?

Valentino takes both of his hands in his. They're held tight as the other comes closer, eyes manic. "Marc? Marc, please. I promise to take care of you. I'll give you everything."

Hands reach out to cradle Marc against the other's chest. Valentino's heart is beating loudly. "Please, Marc."

Marc is tired and sore. He doesn't know what to do. All he knows is whatever he has with Pol has just burnt into ashes. He'll never be held by those strong arms again.

Marc loses track of his life after this. He manages to get Valentino to wait, telling him that he's not ready to give an answer. Placated that he wasn't outright rejected, Valentino agrees. Marc is cajoled, tricked more like, into dates. Marc supposes it's nice enough.

Marc remembers Alex's face when he recounts everything that happened. His brother was so worried, Marc has never gone home with someone. Alex made a fuss but was forced to calm down after being told that he can pick his brother up the next day.

Alex looked so stricken. He was right to be worried. Marc held him as apologies fell from his baby's mouth. Nothing to be sorry for, he said, it wasn't so bad. He can bare with it until Valentino's interest wavers and then he'll be free.

A month later, Valentino takes him to an inconspicuous building after they have lunch. They enter an unmarked door and it's a doctor's office. A receptionist greets them and Valentino says they have an appointment with Dr. Medina.

They're led to an examination room. There's a big armchair with footrests next to a table filled with tools that he couldn't possibly name. Marc is made to sit still as his blood is drawn. Then, they are ushered into an office with big windows.

There, a woman sits behind a giant wooden desk. He assumes that she's the doctor. The vials with his blood is loaded into a machine. It whirs for a few minutes. Valentino and the doctor make small talk and everything flies over Marc's head.

The machine beeps and the doctor makes a noise. She smiles at them and offers her congratulations. Congratulations for what?

Valentino is beaming beside him. Marc is confused. Dr. Medina stands up and shakes Valentino's hand, then moves to shake his. Marc's grip is loose as he wonders what's happening.

Valentino turns to him, eyes soft and face filled with wonder. Marc feels himself be tugged close and a kiss is pressed against his cheek. He's whispering the same things he told Marc after that night, "Thank you. Thank you. I promise I'll take care of you. I'll give you everything."

Marc feels dread build. There's a bad feeling dripping down his spine and giving him goosebumps.

The doctor turns back to Valentino, "Becoming a parent is one of the most wonderful things in the world! I'll give you a pamphlet for what you should be doing now since it's still very early and pregnancies like his are higher risk than normal."

Pregnant?

Valentino nods, "Thank you. We're frequently traveling so I'd like it if my Marc can be seen as soon as we get back, just to make sure everything is fine."

Marc is frozen. He feels like stone. Pregnant?

At 27 years old, Marc's heart breaks for the second time.