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See I told you it would have been posted before the end of this week (Okay I am myself surprised by this)
Bez realises how absurd this situation is. The first words they exchange without anyone else being there to fill the silence. He hasn’t spoked much with him yet, not after the widely known crash and the media campaign afterwords.
Out of all places they meet here in ungodly morning hours, after what seems like a hard night for both of them. Hell, neither of them can probably walk straight right now.
“Do you need anything?”, he asks after moments of silence. Marc hesitates before he shakes his head. “Think Vale should wake up soon.” Bez nods awkwardly, trying to ignore the implications in that statement. He does not want to think about Marquez in the bed of his father figure mentor. “But thanks for the offer.”, the man mutters before he turns around to sneak through the corridor, back to the master bedroom. On his way there, he will run by three other unoccupied guest rooms and unused toilets.
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I thought Vale and Marc only did the selfie thing at COTA in 2015 and 2017
Never knew they did it at Sachsenring in 2015 too!
And the funny thing is, the race before that was Assen 🤔
Warnings: I mention domestic violence and physical violence. Marc doesn’t get hit but he does think about it. Also, it’s very light but the theme here is that Marc’s consent to being touched is very dubious, almost non-existent. When he doesn’t put out—per se—he is locked up as punishment. Then, light blood and mauling? For the lack of a better term. Lastly, Marc’s genitals are quite ambiguous in this since I’m a coward and I haven’t committed to what he has in this au yet.
Warnings above!!! Don’t say I didn’t warn you!!
Marc awakens to rough hands passing over his thighs, over his ass, over his hips, over his waist. They pause to harshly squeeze at his flesh, aggravating the existing bruising. And then, as if in apology, they lightly pat him and soothe his belly.
Marc’s gotten used to this treatment over the years. It’s easier to just lie there and be fondled, pretend that he’s still asleep. It gives him more time to prepare for the day and brace himself for what’s to come.
Marc used to startle a lot back then. During the first few months, he would jolt awake and grab at the hands pawing at him. That was no good.
Those hands have never beat, hit, or struck him. But Marc’s also learned that physical violence is not the worst punishment that can be doled out.
Marc tells himself that he’s lucky, that all his bruises were a result of “love.” He tells himself that he could have had it so much worse. He tells himself that at least here, he is fine.
No, his punishments are worse.
When this was new, he was very unwilling to indulge the owner of those hands. He’d slap at them, he’d push them away, he’d even yelled. No matter, it seemed like the other was fine with it. Amused even.
Then, Marc would be told that since he was bad, he has to stay inside the bedroom. At first it was fine. He was given a generous amount of food and there was an ensuite. Even better, the room had enough knick knacks to entertain him. So it was all good.
And, Marc enjoyed the company of the other frequent inhabitants of the Ranch but he gets tired. Constantly being paraded around grated on him. He should have been used to it, being a model and all. But alas, Marc preferred the company of his brother.
And that was it, his brother. Marc’s baby.
Before all of this, Alex and Marc barely spent any time apart. And Marc entered this arrangement under the condition that he would still have Alex despite the hullabaloo that he’ll be in.
Unfortunately, he’s been tricked—or outwitted. He doesn’t know.
If Marc would not give what he was supposed to under their “agreement,” then he will not receive what he has been promised.
The first time it happened on a day that Marc was meant to have lunch with Alex, he sat next to the door and explained that Alex was waiting for him, that he should be at the gates of the Ranch now, that Alex would be worried if he didn’t show up. That, please, Marc missed his brother and they haven’t seen each other in a while.
The door remained shut.
His phone was confiscated. All the electronics in the room that could provide a way to communicate to the outside were removed. Marc was isolated.
His poor Alex! Who knows what Marc’s brother was thinking! He needed to get out, please please please, he needed to see Alex. Marc would cry and scream himself hoarse, banging at the door. He would beg and try to bargain, pressed up against the wood.
The next time Marc was allowed his brother, he promised that he would be good. He couldn’t lose this too.
Now, Marc has gotten used to the groping and the touching. He doesn’t think he can ever fully enjoy it, but he tries. He has to make the best out of what he has been given, he always has.
Even if he did not want to accept what Valentino Rossi has to give.
This morning, Marc feels Valentino’s breaths against his nape. The hand that was caressing his belly moves to a tit, cupping it. Valentino has always liked Marc’s chest, fascinated by the little mole on his pec.
Marc feels a wet tongue lap at his neck. Marc knows what will follow—Valentino will worry at the skin, sucking a very large bruise into existence, then he’ll “wake” Marc with a deep bite around it. It’s routine at this point.
Marc wonders if Valentino intends to scar him, a permanent mark that requires no interference from others. The older has talked about tattoos on Marc, hands pressing on where they could be placed. Marc thinks he’d never do it. Valentino is too controlling to ever let another person draw on Marc’s skin. Unless the older man learns how to tattoo, Marc can breathe easy.
Soon enough, Marc feels teeth lay on the side of his neck. Valentino clamps down hard. Marc cannot prevent the gasp that escapes him. He hears is own breath catch as he squeezes his eyes shut from the pain.
There is definitely blood this time, Marc thinks. He puffs out a moan as Valentino releases him.
“Good morning, bambino.”
Marc feels Vale lave his tongue at what is surely a bleeding wound. It stings.
Letting out another whine as Valentino sucks at it, Marc greets him “Good morning, Vale.”
Marc feels lightheaded, surely not a good sign for the rest of the day. He feels Valentino replace the hand on his tit with the other, that one sliding down to between his legs.
Marc pliantly lays there as Valentino slides his underwear aside. He feels a finger trace around his hole. He’s still slick from last night. Rather, Marc is always slick these days.
Valentino never fails to clean him up after having his fun but the other squeezes lube into him after. Marc suggested this after the nth time Valentino woke him up in the middle of the night with fingers in his hole. The rider was trying to get him wet, wanting to fuck but not wanting to tear him up. This way, the Italian can just get on with it faster. And Marc noticed that Valentino is gentler with him if the other thinks he’s asleep.
Marc feels different, though. Did Valentino wake up and use him again? His insides feel more tender than usual. Maybe Valentino just kept at it even after he passed out? Possible. But the older man normally gives his body a break after Marc slips away.
Lost in thought, Marc doesn’t notice the other’s fingers already leaving him. He partially snaps back into focus when Valentino’s sticky fingers squeeze his hip simultaneously with the tit he has kept hostage. He feels another twinge of pain as teeth once again sink into the soft flesh of his neck. Valentino doesn’t release as quickly this time, teeth sunken into Marc’s neck as he sucks hard.
Marc whimpers as the sucking continues. He tries to claw at the sheets but his tit is released and Valentino catches both his wrists in a tight grip.
Marc is trembling. What in the world is Valentino doing? Has he finally snapped and is trying to take a chunk out of Marc’s neck?
Marc’s legs are twitching and he yowls after Valentino bites down harder. Marc is bleeding, he can feel it. Valentino’s teeth have gored his neck and Marc knows this is a wound he cannot hide.
Tears drip from his eyes as he lies there in pain. Marc’s breath comes out as a sob as Valentino pats his belly. His hip feels tender, even more bruised.
“Va—le…” Marc gasps out.
To think that he was just thinking about how lucky he was, that he was not being brutalized. Well, he lives to be proved wrong.
Finally—finally—Valentino unlatches after a particularly brutal suck. Marc’s neck feels warm. In the way that fresh wounds feel warm.
Valentino kisses him—it—nosing at the skin under his jaw after.
Marc tenses. It hurts. He doesn’t want Valentino to bite there too.
Instead, Valentino turns him on his back, easily sliding between his thighs. Marc looks at the older man hovering above him and takes a shuddery breath. He tries to hold it but another sob escapes his lips.
Valentino’s eyes are almost entirely black, pupils dilated so much that barely a ring of blue can be seen. Marc doesn’t understand. He knows he’s pretty, so pretty that this man has taken Marc from his Alex and chained him to his side. But by god, Marc is panting and sobbing and crying. He must look a mess. Yet here is Valentino, salivating.
Valentino positions Marc’s hands next to his head. Marc knows better to move them right now. Then, Marc’s sleep shirt is bunched under his armpits, revealing the little mole on his tit that Valentino likes.
Valentino smiles at him, “Shhh…” he coos.
A hand lands on the cheek opposite the bite. Valentino wipes Marc’s tears before leaning down and kissing him.
Marc was right, Valentino has bit his neck raw and it’s now wounded. He can taste it in their kiss, Valentino tastes like iron. Marc is fed his own blood as Valentino licks inside his mouth. Marc thinks Valentino is trying to shove his tongue down his throat. It’s hard to breathe.
He whines again as Valentino licks at his teeth. He feels the older man chuckle as he’s finally released.
Marc takes in a deep breaths. His heart is racing.
Fingers prod around the bite on his neck and Marc flinches. He makes a small noise that grabs Valentino’s attention.
Valentino sits back on his haunches, still between Marc’s spread legs. Marc feels him settle his rough hands over his ribs, thumbs rubbing circles on his skin.
Valentino looks euphoric. His pupils are still dilated and Marc notices smeared blood at the corners of his mouth.
Valentino’s hands stroke Marc’s body, from the top of his heaving chest to his quivering belly.
“Thank you” Valentino says, his hands still petting Marc.
Marc makes a questioning noise. His head feels like it’s full of cotton and his neck is throbbing.
Valentino looks down at him fondly, “My bambino has let me taste him.” The man chuckles.
“I am very grateful,” Valentino continues. “Now, I’m the only one who has tasted more than one part of you.”
The petting stops as Marc’s legs are lifted, underwear slid down shapely legs and disposed of.
Valentino sets one leg on his shoulder, the other pushed flat on the bed. Valentino is still smiling at Marc, hand absentmindedly stroking his shins.
“But I am still hungry” the Italian says. He pauses, closing his eyes and inhaling deep. “So you will have to feed me another way.”
Blue eyes open and are once again fixed on him. And Marc feels a tear slip down his face. There is nothing else he can do. He misses Alex.
Two options: a. Marc dissociates as Valentino sticks his weenie in him, and b. Valentino eats Marc out and the poor guy has to stay aware to make the appropriate noises. Either way, sucks for him.
Thanks for reading! Sorry for the mistakes! Feel free to hit me up and give me ideas on how to make the tiny hot man miserable!
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Her and Pol were good; they did win gold at Junior Worlds after all, and that’s not something anyone can just go out there and do. But her and Valentino – they could become great. Mar’s never been more sure of anything in her life.
part 1: across the stars / part 2: you can handle me / part 3: no need to cry (it's just a black eye) / part 4: death by devotion (god i want it)
