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They dance around each other for a while, both of them knowing what's going on yet saying nothing of it. Pedro trying stubbornly to absorb every drop of knowledge he can and Marc hiding it away like a fierce tiger. He never gave Pecco so much trouble, that's for sure. Maybe that's what finally makes him snap first; that he's being treated differently. Marc let so many people leech off his talent and soak in it until they have the illusion of knowledge: Pecco, Diogo, Fermín—

Why not him?

What makes him so different than them all? What puts him apart from the rest of them?

He feels hungry, and he's tired of playing.

So he corners Marc, slams the older man against the wall of a motorhome, and before the rider can do anything, Pedro tugs his collar out of the way and latches sharp teeth over a year-old scar on a shoulder.

If Marc won't let himself be consumed, then Pedro will just have to force his way into getting what he wants. And he will have all of Marc; his talent, his heart, his flesh.

Marc gives a hiss, but he doesn't react like a normal person does at the sight of bloody fangs and pain.

No, his eyes blow over like he's getting turned on and he fixes Pedro with a dark, dark look.

Maybe he's looking at his blood staining the younger man's lips.

And then he gives a grin, and it sends a shiver go down Pedro's back. This time, he's the one being slammed against the wall, suddenly feeling powerless as Marc pins his arms high above his head and attaches his mouth to Pedro's arm, on the soft flesh of its belly.

A jaw snaps shut, and a hand comes to muffle his pained scream. It hurts. It hurts just like crashing and getting burnt rashes for days after. Marc tears himself away from his arm, and he's still grinning, even with his face stained red.

He looks like he just killed someone. Like he just killed Pedro.

(His dick twitches in his pants. He doesn't know why it turns him one.)

((He's never had a teammate like Marc.))

Then, his jaw starts working again, this time like he's chewing something.

Pedro's eyes widen, and he steals a glance at his arm still pulsing in pain. There's blood flowing down the wound Marc inflicted. There's also a dent; like there's a little bit of flesh missing. Uneven skin and muscles that feel lit on fire now that they are exposed to the oustide breeze.

He lets out a trembling breath.

Pedro is the one meant to eat Marc whole, and yet here he stands, trembling in the man's grip as the Spaniard continues chewing his flesh like a proud tiger.

This won't do. It won't.

And so he frees his other arm, grabs the back of the man's head, fisting his hand in those dark curls, and crushes their mouth together. It tastes like blood, but not like his and not like Marc's. Some terrible mix of both as they paint each other's faces with even more red. They must look mad.

Pedro feels mad.

Marc may be a tiger, but he's a shark. And there's no animal that gets more aroused by the smell of blood than a shark hungry for the flesh of its victim.

He grins in the kiss. Yes, this will be fun indeed.

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Ok so I wasn't supposed to write allat, but that's the core of what would happen if it was terribly rushed and made under 1k :D there's so much more to add, but atp it'll get too long so I'll just have to make a fic about it aksksks.

I'll also talk a bit about the ValeVale one because I have no idea what I was doing when I came up with this concept, but it's so terribly funny to me LMAO

It's about 2012-2013 Valentino getting thrown in the future, right on 2026 Valentino's lap. I wanted old man yaoi >;))

One is eager for a tenth title, still hungry and ready to kill everyone with Yamaha once more, and the other one is bitter and weary and wears lies on his tongue in a way 2013 Valentino never has before. He's changed, and he doesn't know what made him change.

It drives him a bit crazy, and if there's something that 2013 Valentino is, it's obsessive to the point of being unhealthy.

He'll find out, even if his future self keeps looking at him like he wants him to disappear.

Basically, this story will lead to manipulation, fake identities and lots of identity porn! They just happen to reach a point where eating each other doesn't matter, because you are me, and I am you. If I die, you live on, if I think, you answer, If I go, you follow. Any part of me is a part of you, and I'll kill whoever separates us until I get what I want.

Codependency, but is it truly codependency when the only person you can rely on in the entire world is yourself?

Release: May 13, 1986

Lyrics:

Watching every motion in my foolish lover's game

On this endless ocean, finally lovers know no shame

Turning and returning to some secret place inside

Watching in slow motion as you turn around and say

Take my breath away

Take my breath away

Watching, I keep waiting, still anticipating love

Never hesitating to become the fated ones

Turning and returning to some secret place to hide

Watching in slow motion as you turn to me and say

My love

Take my breath away

Through the hourglass, I saw you

Each time you slipped away

When the mirror crashed, I called you

And turned to hear you say

If only for today, I am unafraid

Take my breath away

Take my breath away

Watching every motion in this foolish lover's game

Haunted by the notion somewhere there's a love in flames

Turning and returning to some secret place inside

Watching in slow motion as you turn my way and say

Songwriter:

Take my breath away

My love, take my breath away

My love, take my breath away

My love, take my breath away

Giorgio Moroder / Tom Whitlock

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