denji, your favorite boy, a bright man despite all of his hardships, denji your favorite boy so willing to do anything to reach his goal not caring about having a goal based on avenging loss ones or making money to get out of a certain situation. a sense of belonging is all he strive for to live like a normal man, a man who can live a completely normal life where people want to steal his heart instead of the chainsaw devils.
And you did just that, it was like you showed him how to breathe again, showing him how to live a normal life though he still has the heart of a chainsaw. You didn’t see him for his powers or his perverted outbursts. You saw the achy soul that longed for happiness , the longing to be free from responsibilities, the soul that desperately needed to feel that indescribable feeling of vulnerability with another person.
denji, your favorite boy, a man who rapidly thrusts forward into your soddened hole, every few seconds pulling back to repeat the action. His toned pecs pressing against your chest,smushing you under him entirely. yellowish brown eyes now teary as they bore into yours, a pink tint covering his whole body, his pink lips parting to begin with and plead for you to never leave his side. gently as ever taking his face into your hands you’d whisper against his lips “i-i won’t leave you, ever. never wi-nghhll.. never more..” you dreamily sighed before pecking them multiple times. to which would cause his hips to stutter at your sweetened tone and even sweeter words. still energetically pushing his length into your confined gummy walls reaching a soft hand down to toy with the stiffened nub below.
staring in awe as you unravel underneath his toned body, the sweetest cries spewing from your mouth. “s-sososo pretty..” he’d whine “how the fuh-fuck did i get so lucky mmnghh..” he whimper feeling himself spill into your welcoming warmth. it slowly trickled out of your battered hole, soiling the fresh linen sheets below you. still panting from the intense orgasms as he lied atop of you. nuzzling his face into your hair, occasionally placing soft kisses on your head. gently grazing against his back,”i was serious about what i said denji.. never gonna leave you. promise.” you whispered into his shoulder before pressing a honeyed kiss against it.
he realized.. you were his sense of belonging, you were that person who made him feel normal, feel loved. You let him be vulnerable at times like this when he needed you to let him. Why did it take so long to realize what he’s been searching for all of his sorrowful life has been sent to him like a well earned blessing from the highest God of all. you parted your lips again, he was sure that you “i love you, denji.” were his raison d’être.
an: do yall want the angst version of this !?!? lmk but idek what possed me to write this sappy stuff but it’s cuteeee right? (say it’s cute now.) love yalllllll !!!
Remember in the Arc, when Allen shone so bright, Lavi feared he might vanish into the light. Now, Allen is the light that pulled him out of the darkness.
OK, but in the abo universe you're building through our asks(😝) , how do u think valentino finds out? 🤔
Do they straight up tell him? Or does he find out when he smells the márquez brothers on the rest of the pack members when they visit the ranch? Or maybe he comes to a gp and realises what's happening
Or! Maybe after mandalika when bez panics!
The possibilities are endless. But I think they'd want him to know before the winter break because they'd want to spend time together without sneaking and hiding
Also we haven't seen much of cele so that would be a good addition😜I think he'd get on well with marc and alex
IT'S FINALLY HEREEE!!!
Hi Multi!!! Thanks for the ask, and you are right! There are so many possibilities omg how do i even begin approaching this....
As for Cele, I think the problem is that Marc and Álex only see the pack during race weekends, and their schedule happen to clash at some point. But I imagine Cele has been whining about it very loudly 😭 Bez probably had to start choking him when he tried complaining about it in front of Vale (old man was very confused)
But he will make a proper appearance fear not!! And with that, here we go
(See these parts 1 2 3 4 5 if you want the full story and some more context!)
Valentino isn't a naive man.
Unlike what his pack seems to think, he hasn't been completely clueless. To some degree. He knows something is going on, but the boys seem to stubbornly want to stay silent. It's starting to annoy him.
It's been going on for months now, and at first he'd blamed it on Franky's incident shaking them up, but then...
They started sneaking out, spending less time in his motorhome, coming back at odd hours and stinking of that fake nothingness that came with scent patches. Their behavior shifted as the months went on, and Vale became even more curious and worried.
Because something is going on with his pack, and Vale can't have that. He hates hates hates how Bez started biting his nails during moments of silence, he hates how Pecco took to staring solemnly at him when he thought Vale wasn't looking, he hates how distracted Luca is acting all the time now, as if there's something on his mind. Even Franky, always so calm and passive started to become more shifty.
He tried to ask Pecco after a while, his lack of understanding killing him like a slow acting poison.
"There’s nothing going on," Pecco lied to his face without remorse.
He'd stiffled a growl back then.
(He doesn't like this. He really doesn't. Vale feels like he's being left behind by his pack, like they're all in on a secret and can't bother telling him. His inner alpha snarls and growls in anger, but really, Vale knows it's only to hide how fucking scared he's feeling.)
He feels every bit his age as he watches his pack whisper to each other as they walk away from him, leaving him in the dust.
It's fine. Vale doesn't care. He has a 24h race to win in Le Mans.
(That's all that matters.)
He knows he's acting weird. He knows he's worrying his team, but he can't stop thinking about his pack even during a race. He can feel the distance between them like a string pulled taut and it physically drains him of every ounce of fight he has.
"Do you need me to call someone?" Kelvin asks him quietly. The Lexus driver found Vale lying on his makeshift bed looking like death warmed over. Why he decided to come over, he has no ideas.
He lets out a scoff.
"I am fine. Leave," he growls softly at the younger alpha. He can't bother to put on a show right now; can't bother to look at Kelvin with anything other than exhaustion.
"You think you can make me leave? You look like you can barely stand, man. What the hell is going on?"
That's what I'd like to know too, he almsot spits at his future teammate before remembering that Kelvin didn't ask for any of this. It's not his fault Vale can't handle being left out of the loop by his pack; not his fault Vale isn't strong enough to pull himself together.
He gives a sigh and straightens back up. "Do you have a pack?"
Vale has no idea why he's prodding, or why he even wants to entertain this conversation. Uccio told him he was imagining things, that the boys would never set him aside, but Vale...
He doesn't know that, does he?
(They've gotten all one could ever want from Vale. He's not much use anymore, is he?)
He watches Kelvin's eyes brighten before he coughs awkwardly.
"Yes, I do," he says with a small smile.
And how happy he looks. Valentino doesn't think he's ever seen Kelvin look this soft. While he's not the most bull-headed alpha out there, he's definitely as stubborn as Vale. And yet here he is, smiling like a lovesick fool.
"Did they ever keep secrets from you?" He hears himself asking. He's glad he's wearing scent patches; he probably smells awful by now.
"My mate did."
Vale's eyes fly to Kelvin's face.
He forces a smile on his face. "Allora, Kelvin. Have you been keeping secrets for yourself? A mate?" He teases as his teammate huffs a laugh.
"Yeah, obviously. It's a secret," he emphasizes, making Vale frown minutely.
"Then why tell me at all?" He wonders.
Kelvin pauses a bit before shrugging.
"I don't know. You looked like you needed it."
Vale stiffens at that.
Kelvin doesn't let him continue as he barrels on. "He's an alpha, and he's this absolute asshole of a driver that makes me want to take my car and run him over. He lies to me about a lot of things, but..."
Vale waits with bathed breath. He doesn't know why this feels important.
"But, I believe he does so because he loves me. He's an idiot, but I'm not much better, aren't I?" Kelvin gives him a mean grin.
Vale finds himself barking an incredulous laugh. "No, you are not."
They stay like this for a while right until Kelvin is being called for his night stint. Vale watches him leave and wonders about what he's just learned.
Lying out of love.
It really does sound stupid, that's for sure.
*
The season is tense, and Vale hates it so much his jaw hurts from grinding his teeth together.
He had put up with it as best as he could, he'd tried being a reasonable alpha who let his pack have a social life and who isn't too overbearing. He's never considered himself as such, but clearly the boys found him stiffling if they were so adamant on getting away from him.
He scratched his scent gland again. He hated hated hated.
Vale really did try to be level-headed about this. He did; even if it meant he drowned in misery for months and felt the absence of his pack straight in the middle of his chest. But then Luca disappeared during his rut a week earlier. He disappeared, and Vale hadn’t even known it was his rut. He didn't know where his little brother went, or if he was safe, and when he asked the boys about it?
He was fed lies.
Vale feels a growl threaten to rip through his chest. He's here, almost at the end of the season and they are acting as they have taken to do since the beginning of the year. He's been so patient throughout many mistakes, a stiff summer break and so much more as the 2024 season went all kinds of wrong.
But this time he won't let it slide.
He sees the pack gather that night, and he hides behind a door like a thief. How funny, that he now has to spy on his own pack to get any kind of information.
"—tell him! It's been long enough! We've been ready to do it for months now! This has dragged on for way too long," he hears Pecco say in a hurry and Vale frowns.
Tell him? Are they talking about him?
"I know, Pecco, I know! But how are we meant to do that? You know how Vale gets!" Bez whines.
Vale feels himself grow cold.
His pack is leaving him.
They've been trying to distance themselves for more than a year now, and they want to properly leave him this time. Bez is leaving the team, Pecco is becoming more and more independent, Franky has always been self-sufficient, Maro...
(He bites his lip to swallow a whine and clenches his hands hard enough to make himself bleed with his nails.)
They can't leave him. Vale...
(He doesn't want to be alone.)
Then Maro speaks up, "I'll talk to him, everything will be fine."
"Maybe after the championship we tell him? So it doesn't—you know."
Vale is about to barge inside and demand a proper explanation out of his pack when he smells it.
A earthy smell, laced with rain and petrichor. Like the scent of a wet race after a win with something hidden deeper in there.
Roses.
He closes his mouth that had instinctively opened to take in more of the smell and rips himself away from the door.
That scent...that scent.
He knows it.
Vale gives a loud snarl and locks himself in his room.
He doesn't know why his pack smells like this, but he'll find out.
Trust Márquez to be at the root of his every problems.
*
He should have known Márquez was somehow involved. Thinking back on it, everything started after Franky's injuries, when the room he'd been resting in had smelled so potently of Marc Valentino almost gagged on it.
He gets his chance in Australia, and by then he feels like ants are crawling all over his body. He wants to yell at everything and everyone, so when he finally spots Márquez ahead of the sunday race?
Maybe he loses it a bit.
Before he knows it, his hands are fisting a Gresini polo and slamming the younger man into the side of a motorhome away from prying eyes. The Spaniard starts to speak, but he gives a growl in warning.
"Now, I do not know what you are playing with, Márquez, but stay away from my pack," he snarls, pressing the rider harder against the metal in his back.
Marc's face goes ashen white, and Valentino insanely thinks that this proves all of his suspicions right. The bastard has something to do with it. He's messing with Vale's pack.
He won't let him. He'll protect them from the horrors that come with Marc Márquez.
"I'm not doing anything," Marc gasps, and he looks almost sick under the harsh light of the sun. He looked sick before, too. The aftermath of a heat, maybe. He probably threw up in his motorhome right before this.
Vale barks an ugly laugh.
"Do you think I cannot see? They have been smelling like you," he accuses.
Marc snarls right back at him. This is something he used to lo—like about the younger man; he may be an omega, but he never backs down from a fight.
Right now? Vale wants to rip his throat open and watch him bleed out on the hot tarmac. No one fucks with his pack.
"So what? Do you control everything they do? So what if they've been talking to me? Is that a crime?" Marc spits angrily. He's looking at Vale like he's a threat.
Him, while Marc is the one trying to steal everything good from his life.
"A crime?" He laughs airly, "No, of course not. But I am their pack alpha, and it's my duty to keep them safe. Away from trouble."
He watches Marc's face give a twitch and feels an ugly sort of satisfaction curl in his chest.
Yes, be hurt. Be as hurt as I am. Then we can match just like we always do.
He pushes his index on Marc's chest and goes to whisper in his ear. "And you're nothing but trouble, Marc. You make everyone's life miserable and complicated. Nothing is ever simple or easy with you. Do you really think they want to waste their times with you? To ruin their lives simply by being near you?"
Marc makes a choked sound and Vale hates hates hates him and how it makes his inner alpha purr.
"You're a waste of their time, at the end of the day," he repeats one last time to nail his point across and draws back. Vale watches Marc's blank face and gives a smirk he hopes looks in control and not as angry and terrified as he really is.
"You—"
"Stay away from my pack," he cuts the younger man off. He can't stop growling, and his eyes widen as he realises he almost used his voice on Marc.
Vale clamps his mouth shut and leaves without a word, not daring to look back at the omega slumped against a motorhome.
It's fine. It's better that way.
Now both of them are bleeding.
*
"What the fuck did you do?" Luca asks him in Thailand, and Vale has the ugly urge to gloat.
"Eh, nothing much, is there something wrong?" He asks with a wide smile. It feels forced; he knows it is.
"Yes, Vale. What did you say to Marc?" His brother hisses, and he looks angry and sad. He looks like he's grieving.
Vale doesn't understand.
"Nothing that wasn’t true," he sneers in distaste. He'd thought that Marc staying away would mean his pack going back to normal, but instead it had the opposite effect.
It's worse now. They smell distressed every moment of the day, Maro and Bez even more. Valentino feels like everything is crumbling around him no matter how hard he tries to fix it.
Maro gives him a cold look. "Vale. What the fuck did you say to him? Why is he avoiding all of us like he's scared he'll kill us?"
He swallows and gives a smile. "Why do you care if he's ignoring you, Maro? I have been patient with all of you, I have let you lie to me like it was easier than breathing. And you come here to ask me what I have done wrong?"
His brother gives a small flinch, and Vale spares a moment to feel guilty. He doesn't want to hurt them, but they do not care about hurting him.
He can't...he can't always be nice. Not about this.
"Vale, we wanted to tell you, I swear—"
"Tell me what?" He snaps, "How you are leaving me? Or maybe how much you can't stand to stay by my side? Did Marc tell you what an awful fucking racer I am? Did you believe him and his lies like everyone else?" Vale asks in rapid succession, and it feels like a weight off his chest. The accusations are laid, and he can only hope Maro will prove him wrong.
(Marc's face flashes in his mind, his scared features as Vale slammed him in a wall. How he'd looked not guilty, but instead resigned. Like he knew this was coming.)
"What? What the hell are you talking about, Vale? We're not leaving you!" Luca yells, his eyes bright and confused.
"Another lie. If you so desperately want to get rid of me, then leave!" He hisses and feels the hurt in his chest like molten lava. Vale wants scream, kick and cry like a child. He wants Luca to hug him and tell him he's imagining things. He clamps down the wave of emotions and softens his face into a blank mask.
Luca looks at him in horror.
"Vale, do you know why we've been acting weird?" His brother asks softly. His voice is trembling, and Vale can see his neck twitch with the urge to submit. He must smell like hell right now.
He opens his mouth to answer obviously, but something in Maro's face makes him stop. He looks tired. And terrified.
A bit like Vale.
"The reason why—" Maro starts quietly, his eyes down, "—is that we've been courting the Márquez brothers."
"What?" Vale echoes numbly.
"We want them to join our pack, but we didn't know how to tell you, or to get you to agree. It's been tearing at us, Vale. We want them, and we don't want to lose you because of it, but..."
He can only stare.
"But I found someone, Vale. And I'm not giving him up no matter what," Maro finishes, his shoulder squared for a fight. Vale...
Vale can't give him a fight. He feels empty.
"You want Marc Márquez and Álex Márquez to join our pack," he says.
Surely this can't be right.
"We all want it, Vale. We don't want to leave you, or whatever you've been thinking. We love you. But we also love them."
They didn't want to give up on him for a Márquez. Instead, they wanted to invite the Márquez brothers into their lives.
"How could you possibly want these two in your lives?" He asks dumbly. He doesn't have any strength left, he only feels beat. How did this happen, he wonders.
"Vale, they care so much more than you could ever know. If you gave them a chance you would see," Maro pleaded softly, grabbing his hands.
Vale blinks back tears. He imagines his pack, and the Márquez brothers somewhere in there, and he feels a shiver of disgust go through his spine. But then...
They'd saved Franky, and Vale remembers all the times he saw the boys come back home looking all soft and smiling. Happy. The Márquez brothers made them grin like that while Vale only proved to be a source of apprehension.
They took care of his pack better than he did this year.
"Maro, where did you spend your last rut?" He asks quietly, making his brother blush.
"With Álex. We're, we're working on it," his brother explains awkwardly, looking every bit as much in love as Vale was with this young and reckless omega who smelled like salvation.
"You love him."
Luca nods. "I do."
Vale tries to imagine his nest again, but this time with Álex cuddling his brother and Marc standing in the middle. He wonders if the freckles on his chest changed with the years. He wonders if Marc would let him see.
"I can't just accept that," he whispers, because he can't. He can't look at Marc and pretend everything is fine. He can't invite someone he hates in his pack like this.
"I know, I know Vale," Luca cups his cheeks. "Talk to him? Please?"
He hears it nonetheless. Fix this.
And his brother is in love, and his pack wants the brothers. The only one causing a problem is Vale. And Marc...
Why would Marc want to join his pack?
He hates Vale. He's made it very clear over the years. Why would he subject himself to this?
"Oh and before you get any ideas," Maro starts, making him look up in confusion, "We were the ones who approached them. It took them months to accept the idea of joining our pack. They didn't force us to do anything."
"Well, you never know," Vale jokes weakly.
(He'd been thinking about it, yes. Sue him.)
Maro rolls his eyes. "Talk to them."
Vale waves his hand, "Bah! It will be fine, don't worry."
It won't be. But he has to believe it will.
Otherwise he may just lose everything.
*
He sees Marc the next day and decides with an approach slightly less aggressive than the last.
This time he follows the man inside his motorhome and slumps down on his couch before he can get a word in.
"Rossi? What the hell are you doing, get out of my motorhome," Marc growls. He's not wearing his scent patch, and Vale's nose is assaulted with the smell of wary omega. It makes him want to choke.
"We need to talk," he says.
"No we don't. Get out."
Vale runs a hand over his face and sighs.
"Fine, I'll get out. But at least stop avoiding the boys," he snarls. Vale doesn't want to be here either. Marc seems to be thinking something that isn't.
Marc stops pacing and stares. "Why would you want me to do that?" He asks blankly.
He bites his lip. Why indeed. Why, when it's tearing at him to let his pack near Márquez.
"Because they love you, even if I don't," he mutters in defeat. At the end of the day, it's why he's doing all of this. Because his boys are happy with the Márquez brothers, enough to want them to join the pack, and Vale has brought nothing but stress on them because of his feud with Marc. He knows his battles are not theirs, and he doesn't want them to feel like they have to fight for him. They are free to love whoever they want, even if one is a bastard Vale hates.
As long as he doesn't lose them, he can compromise. He can do it. He can.
"—tino? Valentino?"
As long as he isn't alone, as long as they don't give up on him for being the bitter old asshole that he is, he can compromise. Even if Marc makes him want to tear his hair out, even if Marc's scent makes his brain shut off in that way he hates, even when Marc's whole being tugs him in after all these years and he hates hates hates it so fucking much he hates Marc so much—
"Vale!"
Warm hands make contact with his cheeks, cupping his face and he stops breathing at the calming scent in the air.
"Just breathe, yeah?"
Breathe. He can do that.
He looks at Marc with wide eyes and sees himself staring back.
"I hate you," he chokes out, wrapping his fingers around Marc's wrists and holding his hands there. They haven't touched in—in a while. Vale hates that too.
"I know," Marc says with a sad smile, "I think you always have, even deep down."
"I didn’t," he blurts out. "Not at first."
I loved you, he doesn't say.
"I don't think it makes much of a difference now," Marc says with a small laugh. He smell anxious, as if he's trying to calm Vale down while brushing aside his own panic. Maybe he was scared of the reason he was here.
Vale wouldn't blame him.
"Just—talk to the boys, Márquez. They have been miserable," he grumbles and pushes his face away from these hands. He can't touch Marc any longer; all it brings are memories.
Marc looks hesitant for a while before nodding. "I will. And for the record, I don't want anything from them, I promise. We don't want to screw them over."
"Yes—yes, I know that. I know now. Maro lectured me about it," he says as he gets up on uneven feet. He doesn't remember the last time he had such a long conversation with Marc. Years ago, surely. He finds that he's missed it, oddly enough.
Marc frowns at the mention of Luca, shifting on his feet.
Vale immediately catches on it.
"What now?" He growls in annoyance.
"Did he tell you about him and Álex?" Marc asks carefully.
"Yes. I assume it's why he's been acting like a corpse all week now. He and Bez were being very—"
He stops.
Marc gives a small flinch. Almost unnoticeable.
Vale bites straight through his cheek and feels blood fill his mouth.
"Marc," he warns. Anything more and he might—he doesn't know.
"Don't take it out on him," the Spaniard immediately says.
Vale only shakes his head. He can't—
He can't.
"Talk with them," he says and goes to leave.
"Wait—Valentino!"
He doesn't turn. Marc can be in their pack, that's fine. He doesn't mind the younger Márquez at all either. It's just...
