#fralex

(kink prompt game) Alex likes it when they squirm. Men who flush red and whine; men that don't like how much they like it. It becomes pretty clear within a very short span of time that Franco is and will do none of those things. Alex has never met someone who’s so shameless–devoid of any shame.

Being with Freddy is quiet understanding. It's safety. It's trust.

Their stories are different, but Freddy understands coming out of a life of spying and violence.

Freddy is strong on his own. Still unsure of himself and his place in the ordinary, but deadly and trained. Someone important to Alex who doesn't need his protection. Not like Tom. Not like Sabina. Not like Jack. He's someone able to protect himself.

Someone able to destroy Alex. Who had the chance to. The time Nightshade swore revenge. And yet Freddy wanted to be with Alex, protected Tom cause he mattered to Alex.

Alex can trust Freddy wholeheartedly. To make a plan for both of their good. To take care of himself. To listen to what Alex says.

To like him.

The scene opens on THE RANCH. The ACADEMY BOYS and VALE are cleaning up the place after a day of training. FRANKY and VALE are standing a bit apart, seemingly embroiled in a semi-heated discussion. the ACADEMY BOYS are barely hiding their eavesdropping.

VALE, visibly unhappy and coldly angry: "Absolutely not."

FRANKY, curious and amused:"Why?"

VALE:"Its not right."

FRANKY, clearly trying to poke the bear like a hobbyloser lebensmüder Mensch:"What is? That we're both guys or that he is a Marquez ?"

VALE, even more annoyed now:"I only care about three things about your partners: that they're of legal age, that you're happy and that they're not a fucking Marquez! That family is rotten to its core."

FRANKY, looking like a cat who go the cream:"Even his parents?"

VALE, realising his mistake and trying to backtrack frantically:"No that's not-"

LUCA, abandoning all pretenses and gasping dramatically:"OH MY GOD I'M TELLING MOM"

VALE, mildly embarrassed:"NOT NOW LUCA"

FRANKY, trying to soothe VALE:"But really, best I can do is 2 out of 3 of your conditions. He makes me happy, I make him happy, and we're both adults."

VALE, realising he is fighting a loosing battle:"...you're really not giving him up"

FRANKY, sensing he is on the verge of a breakthrough:"I can't give him up, my cat likes him and cats are excellent judges of character. He has to be a kind gentle person. Also, my mom likes him. "

VALE, laying down arms:"Dammit kid. Just, fuck, don't do something stupid. If you ever need help with the media I'll help you."

FRANKY, a bright smile on his face:"Awww, thanks Vale. I'm going home to call him, kay, byeee"

Kinktober Prompt day one: In heat

Ship: Alex Marquez/Franky Marbidelli

Crossposted on ao3

Under the cut is the prompt list, if you see something you like, shoot me an ask, with a ship and the number (can be anonymous) and I'll write it for you.

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Alex caught the sweet scent from a mile away. He knew it. He remembered it. Remembered what it had been like to have it all over their shared motorhome, drowning out everything else in their garage. How it was to be used to it.

It was too intense right now, too much, too sweet to deep, too all consuming and Alex knew something was very wrong here. He shouldn't be able to smell Franky like this.

He hadn't gotten such a powerful whiff of it, since they had been teammates in Moto2, not in press conferences, not on the riders parade.

Their time in Moto2 hadn't been a time of great friendship, but one of mutual respect. They had been very competitive, both knowing that they had a shot at podiums, wins, the championship. It didn't leave much room for personal connection, but they got on nice enough in press appearances and sharing the team facilities had been fine as well.

He liked Franky then and he liked Franky now. Their circumstances made it almost impossible to have a normal relationship. They were friendly, more friendly than he was with any of the other academy guys.

Then Portimão happened and they got to talking again. Much more than ever before. It was casual pleasantries at first, like they used to exchange when they were teammates, but it soon shifted to different conversations, more in depth, more personal topics. No one knew. Alex hadn't even told Marc. And Franky didn't even tell Mig or Luca. It was their secret.

Alex fastened his step, he needed to find Franky. This was not normal. What he'd do once he found Franky, he didn't know yet.

That much came apparent when he found the older man cowering at the side of a motorhome, hidden by the shadow and behind some pallets. Alex wasn't even sure how he had foind the Omega, solely relying on his instinct to guide him, it had worked out fine.

Most people probably wouldn't even know what, whom to look for, because despite everything, despite the heightened scent that came with the heat, despite the extra intense sweetness, Franky had one of the mildest scents Alex had ever come across. It always layed in the air like a warm blanket and not heavy like some other scents.

He knelt down next to the Italian, touching his shoulder softly. Franky's eyes snapped up to him and Alex immediately took his hand away, trying to read the expression on the Italian's face.

His eyes were already clouded and he was sweating profusely. "Hey, hey there Franky. Everything's alright yeah? We'll get you somewhere safe."

"Alex?", Franky asked blinking slowly.

"Yes. Yes it's me. Come on, do you think you can get up?"

Franky shook his head. "Alex, I don't feel well", Franky whined, hands coming up to grab at Alex upper arms.

"You've gone into heat Franky, we need to get you to your motorhome. Here, come on", Alex stood back up and offered his hand to the Omega. Franky took it, his hand shaking. The Spaniard dragged him up, stabilising him on his feet.

"Okay?", he asked.

Franky nodded, slipping under Alex's arm and letting the older basically carry his weight. Alex tried to keep the pace high, knowing the faster he got Franky inside somewhere, the lower was the risk that they'd come across someone and cause commotion.

The Italian was stumbling along trying to put one feet in front of the other with little to no luck. He was too far gone already. For a lack of better options, Alex decided to drag Franky to the next motorhome of one of the academy members who just so happened to be Pecco's.

The Spaniard knocked on the door, three short knocks, rushed and echoing from the inner walls. Come on, come on, Alex whispered under his breath. People were starting to look and Alex could smell the scents of other Alphas catching on onto what was happening. Could smell the hunger, could feel how Franky squirmed in his arm, his body wanting to offer himself over to the next best Alpha.

He could start to feel his self control slip too. Especially when Franky started to push his nose into the Spaniard's shirt, needing to drown out the scents of all the other Alphas putting him in distress, needing to feel safe. Alex was his safe right now.

Finally the door swung open and Pecco looked at them quizzically. He stepped aside, the door wide open, as soon as he saw Franky's state. They were ushered in and Pecco closed the door quickly.

"I found him around my motorhome, he must've gone into heat after the race", Alex explained, trying to get Franky off of his body and onto the couch. Internally he was screaming, not wanting to let the older man go, but he needed to do what was best for Franky. And that was too be with those who were closest to him.

"I see", Pecco said, leaning down to be at eye level with his friend.

"You're save now Franky, Bez will bring you guys nesting material over, I'll make sure of it. We'll get whoever you appointed the Alpha to help you too."

Alex was standing around a bit awkward. Everything in his body wanted him to stay, to take care of Franky, to make sure, that Pecco wouldn't loose his self control. He knew Pecco was aroused by the smell of Omega in heat just as much as he himself was, scent giving him away clearly. But at core, Alex knew he could trust Pecco enough to leave Franky in his care.

Pecco looked at him, waiting for him to turn and leave. That was what finally shook Alex out of it.

"Right, sorry, I'm going to go now."

A whine of displeasure drew both of them to look back at Franky. It was getting worse.

Pecco started to type away on his phone rapidly, in what Alex could only assume was the rush to get the nesting materials here even faster, but he caught a glimps of the screen, when Pecco tilted his hand to the side just the tiniest bit. It was Franky's contract.

Did Pecco not know who was appointed to be the older man's Alpha in a situation like that? Up until that point, Alex had been sure it was one of the academy boys surely, but Pecco would know that right?

The sweetness in scent intensified once more, a clear wet spot starting to form in the Italian's trousers and Alex really needed to go now.

Alex turned around, almost ready to leave, when he was called back by Pecco.

"Wait", the Italian said, raising one of his hands as if he wanted to grab him. "Alex, please look at this."

Meanwhile, Bez had made his way over, packed with everything from blankets to shirts from their pack or whatever situation the academy had going on. No one quite knew.

"What is he still doing here?", Bez asked, looking at Alex with quite open distaste.

"He is listed as the Alpha to help Franky in a situation of need", Pecco supplied.

"What?", came from both Bez and Alex simultaneously.

"Great this is great, why don't you know about it?", Pecco asked already showing signs of annoyance.

"Well I know that I used to be when we were teammates in Moto2, it's pretty standard there, but I thought he would have surely changed it by now. Maybe it still stands from back then?", Alex tried to make sense of it.

Bez shook his head. "They ask you at the beginning of each season if it still stands. Well at least when they have it written into contract. All the Ducati teams do that, I don't know about the rest."

"So what you are saying is, that it's plausible, that since I was the last one written in contract to help in our Moto2 days and Yamaha never had someone appointed by contract, they put me as default option and Franky agreed?"

"Pretty much yeah."

"And why didn't he tell me about it?"

"That is for you two to figure out I fear", Pecco sighed. "Alex if you don't want to do this...", the Italian trailed off.

"No, no it's fine. If Franky is okay with it, I'm happy to", Alex searched for a word to not make it weird. He was definitely not on a bases with neither Bez nor Pecco to discuss his sex life. "Help", he came up with in the end.

Both Bez and Pecco grimaced a bit at that, all three of them knowing what he meant by that.

"Okay well. How near is your motorhome? Do you think you can get Franky there without any comotion?"

Normally, Pecco would be willing to give his motorhome up, if it had been anyone else, but the risk of Alex's and Pecco's scent mixing und causing some kind of territorial fight was there. Under any other circumstances, Pecco and Alex both were to layed back, too relaxed, to let something like that happen, but an Omega in Heat in the mix changed everything.

"I think it's possible, but it would be better, if you two come along. Just to dilute it."

They must've made a fun quartet, rushing through the paddock, but as soon as all the doors were closed and locked, Alex did not need someone to walk in on them now, it finally got quiet around them.

He had put Franky down on his bed, as well as all of the nesting materials, that Bez had brought. The Italian had instantly curled up into a ball, laying on his side and hugging one of the blankets. This would be tough.

"Hey Franky", Alex tried, placing his hand on the shoulder again, like he had done before, hoping it would help the older man to recognise him by the touch.

"Alex?", he asked again, like he had done when the Spaniard had first found him.

"Yeah, yeah it's me."

"Alex please."

"What, tell me want you need, I'll give you everything."

"Please touch me."

"Are you sure you don't want to build a nest first?"

"Don't need to. But I need you."

"Franky", Alex breathed, getting more and more aroused. "Just some blankets? Just to be sure that you are comfortable?", the Spaniard urged.

"Fine", the Omega conceded. The Alpha was caring for his well being and it made his heart flutter.

He lazyly arranged them around himself, without his usual finesse, this wasn't about making sure, that everything was perfect, he just needed something that would do. When he got ahold of one of Luca's shirts, the one he usually loved the most, he couldn't help but chug it away.

Alex looked at him quizzically, trying to make sense of it. "I don't mind it if your nest has the scent of other Alphas too. This is about making you comfortable not about me."

"Don't you understand", Franky tried to press out, breathing stagnant, "I just want you right now. No one else. Just you."

"Okay, okay, I've got you, I've got you."

Alex cradled the other man close, holding him to his chest, making sure he could sense nothing but his scent. Franky took a few deep breaths in, calming down slowly but surely.

Alex smiled at him and Franky just managed to smile back, before being shook by another wave of heat. "Your shirt, I want it."

The Spaniard didn't hesitate, only letting go of Franky to make quick work of stripping it off, before he held Franky close again. It was a bit chilly in the motorhome, but Alex barely noticed, the heat radiating from the Italian's body more than enough to keep him warm.

"I need you", Franky whined again.

"I'm right here. Shall we work on getting those clothes off of you?"

He started with the shirt, drawing it over his head, placing kisses on the newly exposed skin, wrapping his lips around one of the nipples, giving the bud a flick with his tongue and making moan.

"Next one?", Alex asked, looking at Franky fondly.

Franky nodded enthusiastically already lifting up his hips to allow Alex to drag his trousers and underwear down easier. The younger man did just that in one go, slick gushing out the second the Alpha's hand just came close to his ass.

With one hand, Alex started to work Franky open, moving two fingers in and out of him, first one slipping in like nothing with, all the slick glistening there. It looked so good, he wanted to taste it so badly.

The other hand was working his pecs, roaming over them, giving attention to his nipple's, toying with them, plucking him like he was a harp. Franky made the noises accordingly.

"Alpha", Franky warned, before coming all over his hand.

Alex just grinned at him lazily and licked his fingers clean. "Tasty", he commented.

Franky moaned, drawing him down and kissing him with so much force, Alex knew he had to get it on now. He kissed back, pressing his body close to Franky, rubbing his crotch against Franky. The friction of it made them both moan.

"I need you", Franky breathed again.

Finally Alex took his trousers and underwear of, granting the Italian the first look at Alex's length. "Alex please. Please, I need it."

"Shh, I've got you, I've got you", Alex soothed, carding his hand through Franky's hair. "Let me just get a condom."

"No", Franky protested. "No I want to feel you, want you to fill me up!"

Alex sighed. This could be the heat speakin. Yet again: "Your contract said you are on birth control is that true?"

"Yes, I have an implant, I can't get pregnant at the moment. I can't give you pups right now, I'm sorry Alpha, I'm sorry", Franky weeped, tears rolling down his cheeks. Hormones really were going extra crazy during heat and Alex knew that normally, Franky wasn't even sure yet, if he wanted kids.

Alex kissed the tears away, hovering over the Italian's face until his eyes focused on him. "It's alright baby, we'll have more than enough time for that some other day. Now all that matters is taking care of you."

The Spaniard inserted his fingers again, working Franky open quick and methodically, knowing that the time for slow teasing definitely wasn't in the first moments of heat.

"I'm ready, I'm ready Alex, please."

"Okay, okay I've got you."

Alex lined himself up, pushing in slowly and despite the feeling of Franky clenching down on him, basically sucking him in, what really did it for him, was seeing Franky falling apart beneath him, how his face contracted in pure pleasure, how his hands gripped the sheets.

"That's it baby", Alex whispered into Franky's neck, placing kisses at the underside of Franky's jaw, gently scenting the Omega, who mewled in response.

"Come on Alex, I need all of you", Franky basically begged, one of his hands moving from the bed sheet into Alex hair, pressing his face even more into where his shoulder met his throat, where his scent glad sat and one day the mark of his mate would sit, proudly on display for everyone.

"Your wish is my command", Alex said cheekily, pushing in the rest of the way, until Franky was reduced to moans and little needy sounds that couldn't even be classified as words anymore.

Alex rolled his hips a bit, still giving Franky time to adjust, but he could feel that the feeling of Franky around him, mixed with the sweet scent of slick and heat and the soft expressions on Franky's face, was really doing it for him too. He could already feel the knot swelling at the base of him.

He started to move, setting a steady pace, letting his head drop against Franky, looking him deep in the eyes. Both of them knew, even though their brains where mostly preoccupied with something else right now, that this was more than satisfying a heat.

Alex kissed him deeply again, as Franky buried his hands in the Spaniard's hair, making sure, that he couldn't move away. He met every single one of Alex thrusts, desperate to have it as deep as he could.

The knot was swelling more and more.

"Franky?", he leaned down to whisper into the Italian's ear.

"Yeah?", he breathed, trying to focus.

Alex was looking into his eyes again.

"If you want me to keep going, I can't promise not to knot you", Alex said softly, trying not to destroy the atmosphere.

Franky cried out, grinding down on Alex even more, not wanting it, needing it.

"I want it, please let me take it."

"Yeah. Yeah sure, if that's what you want."

Franky nodded, kissing him until Alex started to move again and his knot started to tease his hole, stretching him even further, making Franky want it even more.

In a sudden burst of strength, Franky flipped them over, so that he was on top of Alex. He picked up the movement again, riding Alex, like that was what he was made for and with every movement up, he impaled himself further on Alex's knot, trying to get it deeper, until it finally slipped in, making Franky throw his head back, as he came for a second time.

Still, this was heat, so he wanted even more. Slowly he rolled his hips, making Alex gasp and grab him by his hips, needing to take over now, because he too was nearing his tipping point.

He started to thrust his hips up gently, the knot was making it harder to actually move more than a bit of rocking back and forth, but the friction it created for both of them had them gasp and moan in unison.

"Fuck Alex", Franky moaned, falling against Alex chest, letting him take over completely, sucking a bruise under Alex's collar bone, low enough that it could be hidden under a shirt.

Just a few more little rocking motions, until Alex came with Franky's name on his lips, holding him close to his body, as Franky placed more hungry kisses on his chest. The feeling of Alex painting his insides white finally satisfied Franky's heat for now, with one more yelp, he came a third time almost to spent for it already, but heat did funny things to his body.

They were breathing heavily, laying chest to chest, the Italian pressing kisses against Alex throat in some kind of thank you. Alex deserved a thank you, for how good he had taken car of his heat. He barely was that lucid this early in heat.

"Thank you", he mumbled, as Alex arms came around him to hold him close, the knot slowly deflating, but still pulsating rythmically.

"Not for that."

"No really. You were completely blind sided by it and that wasn't fair."

"I'm honoured though, that you trust me enough to let me have you so vulnerable."

"I always felt save with you. Much more than usual with Alphas. When they asked, I thought it would never come to it anyways and I wanted to tell you, but I just didn't know how."

"I understand, it's not really an easy topic to bring up. I could have better prepared though, if you would have told me, I could have made it better for you", Alex reasoned, softly starting to massage Franky's scalp, drawing pleased sounds from him.

"Better?", Franky asked almost laughing. "Alex I think if you would do it better than you just did, I would simply pass out. This was perfect."

"Yeah?", Alex asked sounding uncharacteristically self conscious.

"Yeah!", Franky said, placing a kiss to Alex cheek.

"Thank you", Alex said and blushed.

They looked at eachother, silence settling in between them. They moved instinctively, lips uniting in a soft kiss again.

"I think we need to talk once we've got you through this", Alex whispered against Franky's lips.

"Yeah", Franky agreed, wiggling around a bit to test whether the knot had swollen down sufficiently enough, already getting impatient again. "I really like you Alex."

"I really like you too."

"That's a good start then."