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It was 2:47am when Artturi rolled over to look at the clock, trying to figure out what had disturbed him from his usually solid sleep schedule. He laid there staring for moments on end, nothing breaking through the haze, until the smell hit him.

Distressed Omega.

The second the scent registered in his brain he was up, throwing off the covers and sprinting to the door, wrenching it open to a sight that looked like something out of a wet dream he refused to admit to himself he had. Oscar was standing at his door looking every inch the Omega he rarely allowed others to see - eyes glassy with tears, too large shirt falling to cover his pale, bite mark stained thighs, looking up at Artturi with a desperation he couldn't mask.

"It's Lando," he said softly, voice wavering like he might burst into tears at any second. "Something's wrong with him and I don't know what to do".

Artturi felt his heart break a little as he took his charge into his arms, feeling Oscar's trembling frame, trying to soothe away some of the terror he was holding. "Shhhh little bear, it's ok, why don't you show me what's wrong and we can fix it together hmm?"

He felt Oscar nod against his chest, sniffling back the few tears he'd let fall, before straightening up and taking Artturi's hand. He barely had time to close the door before Oscar was dragging him through the hall and into the emergency stairwell, too keyed up to stand waiting for the lift. When they got up to the penthouse floor that had been playing home to the two Mclaren drivers the smell hit him like a truck, stopping him dead in his tracks as his brain once again tried to completely reboot for the second time in 10 minutes.

Omega in heat.

Except that wasn't right, couldn't be. Lando was an Alpha. Lando was Oscar's Alpha. The two were due to be properly mated over the Christmas break, both of them having decided to wait until the stress of the championship battle was over so they could truly bask in their mateship.

But Artturi's nose didn't lie - overpowering the cloying stickiness of Oscar's own distressed Omega scent was something richer, almost sickening in its sweetness, something so close to Lando's normal bright lemony scent, but now a thousand times more addictive. Artturi tried to breathe through his mouth to clear his head, but the taste of lemon sugar cookies just coated his tongue, making his teeth ache and his cock stir.

Beside him Oscar was starting to whine, trying to pull Artturi to the bedroom, closer to the other driver. Artturi took one last deep breath, desperately trying not to lose his head, before letting Oscar lead him once more.

The sight that greeted him when they crossed that threshold was nothing short of breathtaking. Lando was laying on his back on the bed, covers pushed away, skin flushed a gorgeous pink and he moaned and writhed in discomfort. His nipples looked swollen and irritated, like the little breast buds an Omega gets just after presenting. And between his gorgeously plush thighs, where his thick, Alpha cock should've been, was a glistening, blushing cunt.

He heard Oscar whine beside him at seeing his mate-to-be so obviously distressed. The other Omega(?) threw off his shirt unselfconsciously, revealing nothing but his own nakedness underneath, before rushing over to the bed to comfort the other driver. Lando's moans increased the closer Oscar got, almost whining now, and Oscar chittered back in response, trying to comfort him as he climbed on top of the older man, letting the weight of his body calm Lando's squirming.

The angle gave Artturi a sight he knew he'd never forget for the rest of his life - two gorgeously naked Omega's, ripe with arousal, their cunts perfectly lined up so that he'd be able to taste them both together if he let himself get close enough. He closed his eyes for a minute to try and regain some control, but the sight was burned into his eyelids. He felt his cock kick in his sweats, leaking from the tip in response to their desperation.

When he opened his eyes it was to see Oscar staring pleadingly at him, trying to get him to help while still shushing Lando, his delicate fingers trying to fill the new Omega but only creating more frustration for the both of them as it simply wasn't enough. Steeling himself Artturi nodded slightly, and the relieved moan that Oscar let out would probably haunt his dreams forever.

He made quick work of his sweats, cock slapping against his tummy before the weight of it left it slapping against his thigh as he walked over to the bed. Slowly he knelt on the end of the mattress, waiting for any sign from either of them that he was unwelcome. He extended his hand to where Oscar was trying and failing to fill Lando's cunt, pulling his fingers free and watching as slick dribbled out of him and onto the mattress, adding to the wet patch Artturi just now noticed.

Without thinking he took Oscar's fingers into his mouth, sucking away the sweet lemony taste of Lando before he could second guess himself. When he looked up it was to find both drivers staring at him, mouths ajar, eyes hungry for whatever Artturi was about to give them. He felt powerful, cock drooling once more at the naked want in their eyes that he was going to let himself pretend was solely for him.

He drew himself further up their bodies, cock dragging messily up what he could only assume was Oscar's leg from the hair he could feel. He felt his cock bump against their slick cores as he finally came face to face with them both, staring at them for a moment before drawing both of them into a messy, three way approximation of a kiss. Spit dripped from their chins, covering their cheeks and making them look wrecked as they fought to get Lando's taste off his tongue.

The two Omega's continued their messy kiss as he pulled back, humping against each other's legs as their hands frantically reached for him, trying to drag him back. Their moans became more and more desperate as they got closer to their release, falling just short each time, the lack of anything inside them making it impossible for either Omega to cum.

Artturi sat there just enjoying the show, cock in hand as he slowly wanked himself off, leaning forward every so often to let just his tip rub against their soaked pussies, teasing at relief. He didn't know how long he sat there watching, but it was when Oscar finally choked out a sob while looking at him with tears streaming down his cheeks that he caved.

He positioned himself so that his face was directly where they wanted him, casting one last look at their desperate, tear stained faces before he leaned in, tongue licking a fat stripe from Oscar's hole to Lando's and back again. Both Omega's screamed at the touch, thighs tightening around his head, scared that he'd go back to just watching.

Instead he brought both hands up, teasing at their openings, making sure they were wet enough to take his fingers. His right hand, the one that was coated in his own precum, breached Oscar's hole first and it felt like staking a claim. He fucked in hard once, twice, while sucking at his boys clit, causing the driver to scream and grasp desperately at Lando, who was whining higher now, desperate for his turn.

He let his left hand breach Lando, the older driver taking two fingers straight away, shocking Artturi who thought for sure the new Omega would be impossibly tight. He let his hands stay still as the two boys writhed above him, fucking themselves on his fingers and bringing themselves ever closer to release.

They were still pressed tight together, barely any room between them, but it allowed him to suck both of their clits simultaneously, causing both to scream as their orgasms finally hit, gushing out slick that coated him from his chin right down his chest. He licked them both through it, scissoring his fingers to help them ride it out for as long as they could.

He finally pulled back when they were both whimpering with oversensitivity, cuddled against each other and chittering away for comfort. As he leaned back to take in the sight once more his eyes caught the clock on the bedside table.

3:26am.