I truely think this whole mess could be fixed if Marc, Vale and Uccio have the nasty threesome they have all secretly wanted for the past twelve years 
the worst thing about Valessio is that they were literally married and lied to our faces and we just have to be fine with that. Like they had matching rings how the hell do you want me to read that? Did they say no homo after signing the marriage certificate?
Please enjoy this and #blame @rise-ha for pushing me to my limit .
But the number 10 paddle won’t give up “55 million.” Even the auctioneer seems to be taken aback by that amount, “55 million from the gentleman on the left, 60 million? Can I hear 60 million?”
They don’t have that.
The gavel comes down once. He didn’t know anything about who brought him.
The gavel comes down a second time. Did they know who he was? Is that why he was willing to pay that much?
“70 million!” Uccio's voice rings out. There is an edge of panic that is well bound to the original budget, but Valentino couldn’t care less; he wanted this nightmare to be over.
The gavel comes down with three quick hits, which feels like a lift to Valentino, but when the third and final hit finally comes down, Valentino can breathe again.
“Sold to the gentleman on the right with the number forty-six paddle for 70 million.” As the lights come up, the first face Valentino finds is Uccio, and he’s smiling widely at him, relief washed over his face, and Valentino feels. All the colour is back in his face, and he mouths, “Thank God,” And even with the gag, that gets a laugh out of Valentino.
Then his eyes flick to the left to find the person who almost brought him, and every other feeling running through Valentino’s veins is replaced with rage when he sees, standing there in a three-piece suit, looking like the picture-perfect image of an asshole, arms crossed, spinning the number ten paddle, none other than Alex Marquez.
The only bit of relief that Valentino feels is the fuck he looks gut missable. But before he can jump Alex, maybe take an eye out for trying to buy him like a cow, he’s being carted off stage to be prepped for Uccio, and quite frankly, he was so tired from the days.
Thankfully, Uccio quickly settles his bill before any staff members can get their hands on him. As soon as a member of staff tries to get his hands off him after uniting him, Uccio is there yelling, “Hey! Get your hands off him!” and god Valentino is relieved to hear it. He’s spitting and then jumping straight into Uccio's arms, not caring about how the staff members glare at him. They probably think Valentino is nothing more than a pathetic slut jumping into some unknown alpha's arms, but they didn’t know that it wasn’t just some knotdrunk alpha; this was Uccio, his Uccio.
A point all the move proves as Uccio takes his suit jacket off and wraps it around the naked Valentino, hiding his body from everyone else in the room, the suit jacket swims on him all things considered, but Valentino could be more grateful than to be drowning in Uccio and his scent.
Valentino is sure he’s simply in shock right now about how close he had come to belonging to Alex Marquez of all people. So he lets Uccio take the lead “Their bring the car straight to the door. I think I paid enough for that, no? And then we're going to go home. You still have a race to win in Fuji, right?” That gets a laugh out of Valentino and reminds Uccio to carefully take the gag out of Valentino's mouth throwing it to the side. He snuggles into Uccio’s chest; he can't believe he nearly lost this. Maybe it's the shock that gets him to ask, “How did you do that? We didn't have that much money on hand, right?”
Uccio just snorts, holding him tighter. He was also shaken up by all of this “Um, let's say I had a backup plan in place after 2015, and also maybe hypothetically you might have not been actually paying your taxes in full, and I may have been taking some money off the top and have been moving it into a separate account. Ya know, just in case.”
And Stefania thought Uccio was the one who kept Valentino on the straight and narrow. He snorts, “And if the tax man comes for me again?” Uccio runs his fingers through his hair. It feels very nice; it helps him go totally boneless. He was always safe with Uccio. He feels the way Uccio shrugs, “I pick the same account the Marquez’s use, so we go down, they go down." Valentino smiles at that revenge plan; well and truly that was Uccio’s love language.
They stay like that, just hugging each other until a safe member hands Uccio his keys back and the blanket he requested and without warning, he's picking up Valentino and carrying him to the car. This gets several curse words out of Valentino and several dirty looks from the staff at Uccio, letting this whiny omega walk all over him. But neither of them cares that they had each other, and that is all that matters.
When they make it to the car, Uccio opens the door and slides Valentino into the passenger seat. When he finally speaks again, “I know you hate mating, but we really can’t risk this again” Uccio sighs, and Valentino knows he’s right "You can bite me first if that would make you feel better.” He says as he buckles Valentino into the car, the remissness of past nights lost in a haze of alcohol and drugs. All Valentino can do is sleepily nod, “I would like that.” Uccio kisses his cheek; he would like very, very much. “Let's go home.”
Chapter Summary: Marc and Luca are both looking for someone else instead they find each other, they try and make it work. In a way it does. In a way it doesn't.
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It’s in the middle of an otherwise normal training weekend at the Ranch during winter break. The Christmas tree has been taken down, and the itch of the season is starting to build under his skin. They had all stopped for a break when Valentino pulled Luca into a side room.
He’s been jumpy all day; none of them were allowed into the main house, even if they were all meant to be staying there. It was meant to be a throwback for their younger years, back when they all first presented and were the closest pack in all of Europe, maybe the world.
Or maybe they had all just been seventeen.
But time moved on, and Bez of all people would soon be mating with someone not named Pecco. Not even an Italian rider that is a part of their little group. So one final multiple-day sleepover at the Ranch felt fitting. Until Valentino said to leave their bags in the car, fiddling with his fingers as he spoke, saying they could stay, it’s just they couldn’t put their bags inside yet, he’d explained in good time, he promised, and not wanting to ruin the last training weekend they had with Bez solely as a member of their pack. No one started a fight; they let Valentino be weird about this, and they’d deal with the bags later.
“I’m telling the others when we finish for the day, but you're my brother, you have a right to know first. But you can not tell anyone else.” Valentino spits out far too quickly, like he's been practising it in his head. Luca can’t help but laugh at Valentino’s panic “Wow, calmed down, what did you do? Accidentally knock someone up?”
Valentino goes white.
Luca’s eyes go wide “Who on earth did you knock up!”
Valentino loudly shushes him, “We want to tell the others together, keep your voice down.” He adds in a hurried whisper. “We? As in the person you knocked up is here? This was meant to be the last weekend before everything changes!” Luca whines like a child; he normally wasn’t like this. He was the normal one out of him and his brother, and even the rest of his pack, but his life felt full of never-ending change recently, no matter how hard he wanted to dig his heels in to stop it. He couldn’t. He needed to keep this tradition from his teen years in tact, one last time, which meant no one but pack
Wordlessly Valentino pulls him into a hug, despite all the change, his big brother's hugs were still the best, “It’s okay, he’s not new, new, you all know him and other than tonight’s dinner, he promised me that he would stay out of the way.”
He doesn’t mean to, but he thinks without speaking as he worms out of Valentino’s hold, “Holy shit, how did you accidentally knock up Uccio? Aren’t you both too old for that to happen naturally?”
Valentino fixes him a look, one that Luca can’t quite place before laughing, it’s the same laugh he throws when a journalist asks a question he doesn’t like, “Um, no, no, of course not. It’s Marquez, Marc Marquez.” Valentino quickly adds when he remembers that a) there was another one and b) Luca had dated the other one.
Luca feels his stomach drop, but if his brother taught him anything, it was how to put on a good show, so he forces a smile “That’s great. That’s great and you are happy, right?”
Valentino lets out a long sigh. He already looks more relaxed, his shoulders dropping. “More than anything, Marc and the baby are doing great.” Luca nods in a small, tight and controlled movement as to never show anything but delight, just in case his numbers were wrong “And when did this happen?”
He’s back to laughing again, it’s a real laugh this time it’s the same laugh he used after one of Bez’s bad jokes “We met up the night he won his championship and fuck, I could’ve swore I only had one but Marc says we partied harder than that, I mean it makes sense ten championships is a good as reason as any, and then I guess one thing led to another and then the next morning he was still in my bed and then two weeks later he showed up at my door with a pregnancy test and well just never left.”
With that tight smile glued to Luca’s face, Valentino was glowing at the idea of being a father. He couldn’t take that from him, off an unfounded possibility, “I’m so happy for you.” The words don’t even get stuck in his throat once. Luca hugs him tightly and hides his face in Valentino’s scent gland like a child.
Luca thinks that Marc must have followed him back to his hotel. He remembers Alex once used to do the same, a childish game when they were kids, just shy of twenty totally, unaware of what they were messing with.
And now he was doing the same game at twenty-nine, knowing full well that messing around with both his brother’s ex and his ex’s brother was what most people would consider a bad idea. But he smelled so much like Alex, it counted for something; he wasn’t a beta like Alex, nor did he run away from Luca with the fear of what other people would think, like Alex did ten years ago. So used to hand-me-downs, Luca would work with what he had.
Without fail, as always, he lets Marc in after the third knock, just to make him squirm, thinking that maybe this is the time they both gain some self-respect and stop. But then Marc gets on his tiptoes, as close as he can to Alex’s height and kisses Luca like the world is ending. Surprisingly, his tongue doesn’t taste of alcohol, shocking considering not five hours ago, Marc won that tenth title that always danced on his brother’s finger tips, a mere five points away from him.
They pull apart, and Marc is staring at him like a rabid sex crazed dog. He was desperate, more so the normal and Luca couldn’t work out why, “Why are you here, Marc? Don’t you have a team that wants to worship you?” Marc had come here before getting drunk; they never normally did this when both parties were sober. It makes the lie easier, after all.
Marc laughs, it sounds mean he was always mean about it, sober or drunk “I know what I want and I always get what I want.” Now it's Luca's turn to laugh just as meanly, just as brutally. He wonders if it reminds Marc of Valentino’s laugh “Then why are you with me?” Marc doesn’t say anything else, just shoves him into a wall hard and kisses him. If this is all he could have, then Luca would take it. If he closes his eyes, Marc’s moans sound just like Alex’s. It was like a drug. One Luca wouldn’t give up.
That night, Valentino stays true to his word when training ends, he tells the boys they can bring their bags inside like it was just another day, but Luca knows who is waiting in the kitchen. But he also loves his brother more than anything, so he doesn’t say a word, even if Franky keeps throwing him worried looks. It’s fair he’s known him longer than anyone else in the pack besides Valentino and Uccio. Even he doesn’t know about Luca’s dances with Marc. So he avoids Franky’s eyes and focuses on putting one foot in front of the other.
Marc is waiting for them the moment they enter, wearing the tightest jeans known to man and one of Valentino’s old shirts, the overhang tied in a knot, clearly all with the plan of showing off the small bump. The group pauses when they see him. Cele rightfully makes a comment about someone letting the crazy stalker in, but that turns into nothing more than a mumble when Valentino wraps his arms around Marc. “So I know that this might seem sudden, but we are having a baby.” His hand comes to rest on Marc’s tiny bump.
There’s a moment of silence; the tension could be cut with a knife. Marc is smiling first at Luca, then up at Valentino. The silence stretches until Bez, the pup of the group, who was due to leave the nest, mate with Sava before the season starts and never be just theirs again. Does what he does best. Makes the best joke at the worst time “So someone else has a chance to win the championship?” Marc laughs, Valentino laughs, and suddenly they're all laughing, with Luca tagging on just before it would be considered rude.
Marc pulls Bez into a hug, and suddenly they’re all hugging each other. Franky targets Luca first, whispering, “So that’s why you were acting weird. You already knew.” Luca just nods; it’s safer than trying to keep his own voice steady.
After the celebrations are in order, Marc says he knows what an important weekend it is and swears to keep himself sparse, after all, with the baby, he wasn’t allowed on bikes. So he swears to be a non-factor during the weekend, and for the most part, he is, and for the most part, Luca is relieved. Until later, he realises that was the last weekend Marc would be a non-factor in his life.
After that, it’s helping Marc officially move in with Valentino, having to see Alex and his uptight beta girlfriend, whose name Luca had forgotten the moment Marc introduced them, watching them play happy couple, make him feel sicker than anything. Luca just knew she couldn’t fuck Alex the way he liked. Her nails were too fake to leave real marks, her teeth weren’t sharp like Luca’s, her love bites wouldn’t have the same staying power that Luca’s once held, nor could she knot him, not for real, not like Luca could. Together they could push their bodies to the limits, all while chasing their own pleasure.
But Alex clearly couldn’t admit that he needed that rush anymore more than content to kiss his girlfriend and not look at Luca.
Maybe asking him to bitch himself for Luca had been too much.
Maybe being young, dumb, in love and unable to let go was Luca's greatest crime.
Maybe he wasn’t any better than Alex, lord knows he was dodging Marc’s gaze in the same way Alex was avoiding his.
Not just from this weekend but at family dinners, at the multiple baby showers because despite the baby being half Italian, Marc’s parents refused to enter Italy out of principle for anything other than the birth. So two baby showers, (plus the unofficial third MotoGP one, never too early for Honda or Yamaha to sign their next prodigy) were the solution to avoid that argument, since Uccio wasn’t going to Spain for anything other than work. Luca avoided the looks Marc was throwing him, like they were sharing the world's worst inside joke.
Luca waited, praying for the other foot to drop. Hoped that something would send Valentino over the edge and he would chase Marc out of his home, and they could just pretend this was nothing more than a shared breakdown, a mass hallucination that Marc wasn’t actually pregnant, but it never came. Instead matching mating bites take over both their necks.
Luca is with Uccio, helping him with some admin with the new academy kids, kind of like when he was a kid and wanted a break from the paddock, Uccio would let him hide with him. The show never chased after Uccio when Valentino wasn’t around. But that doesn’t matter now. What matters is that Luca is with Uccio when he gets the call that Marc’s water broke. The baby was coming. Either physical proof or absolution of Luca’s crime was coming into the world, and he still hadn’t told a soul.
He looks to Uccio, “The baby’s coming.” Luca still doesn’t spill the secret that’s been eating him from the inside out for the past seven months. Uccio nods, “Let’s go meet your niece.” There’s a detachment in his voice. Selfishly, it makes Luca feel better.
Whenever they fuck, it’s doggy style without question. It's easier to pretend that the limbs belong to someone else when you can’t see their face. Neither of them likes to talk during it; the moans and groans are more than enough. Both are dancing with a ghost rather than the person in front of them.
Yet today something was different, maybe he’s lost in the high of the season buying the talk he was bringing Honda back to the glory days, proof in his new contract and the pay rise that came with it or maybe it's the joy radiating off Marc that he can finally standing alone as one of the greatest or maybe it because when Luca shuts his eyes and pulls Marc’s hair hard he can still smell Alex who clearly scented his brother well after the win.
He’s too caught up in his feelings rather than the reality since he moans, “Fuck, Alex, you feel so good.” Luca knows his mistake the moment it falls out of his mouth. They both freeze. Luca tries to force out an apology, but he’s trying to catch his breath, find the words to describe the weight of his fuck up. But Marc doesn’t let him; rather, he moans like a porn star, "Jesus Marini warn a guy next time.” Luca blinks helplessly. Did Marc really just moan at being called his brother’s name in bed?
Luca doesn’t have time to think about it, really take in how truly fucked up that was, since Marc is grinding himself, practically fucking himself on Luca’s dick like he was nothing more than a dildo. Alex had done something like that once, tied Luca to the bed, gagged him and told him that a good toy just watches. To this day, it was the hardest Luca had ever cum.
“Do it Marini, fucking call me the name you actually want to.” Marc moans loudly as he squeezes his pussy around Luca’s dick. Luca helplessly groans, “Come on I know we look alike or are you just like him and too much of a pussy to actually take what you want?”
Luca feels a fire light within him, he rams into Marc, pulling his head back by his hair, not caring if he rips the hair off Marc’s head “You really want to bring him up in bed, Alex?” Marc is moaning, and Luca is getting caught up in the rush of the power he had finally taken back.
Once he starts, he can’t stop. “You feel so good for me, Alex, aren’t you glad you finally agreed with me, finally realised I was right, and it was a mistake to make someone like you just a beta. Your pussy is perfectly tight just for me. Finally, my pretty omega just how it should be. Isn’t that right Alex?” Marc is moaning loudly, nodding along with a little yes, of course, and moaning Luca’s name every so often, it's not how Alex would say it, he would offer more of a fight, but the rush was good enough for Luca.
Then, without warning, Marc demands, “If you are going to call me by his name, at least let me see your eyes.” He’s begging, it sounds like Marc might be on the verge of tears, “Please just do this for me once. You took his eyes, I want to see them again"
When he whines, he sounds so much like Alex “Of course ‘Lex anything for you.” Luca kisses the nape of Marc’s neck before he flips them over. Then he starts fucking him with a brutal pace, chanting Alex’s name like a prayer, while Marc holds his face in his hands, forcing them to hold eye contact the whole time. It should be uncomfortable, but Marc and Alex share the same eyes, too. “So pretty for me Vale, could always get lost in your eyes.” Luca moans for Marc’s sake ignoring the pit in his stomach.
It’s only fair. They're not using each other if they’re both getting something out of it.
As Luca knots him, he mumbles out, “I love you, Alex, always. Never stopped." As he falls on top of Marc, who pets his hair, playing with ringlets that are not there.
The first time Luca could remember Alessio Salucci beyond being his older brother's living shadow, he was four or five running around at some family event that, of course, Uccio had been invited to. Valentino’s assumed plus one until one day he wasn’t.
Replaced by someone shorter and with a far uglier laugh.
But that didn’t matter since Luca was four or five, and he’d been running away from an older cousin. He slipped and fell onto the pavement, skinning both his knees, and he sobbed and screamed, and Uccio just so happened to be the closest adult. So he was the one to pick Luca up, take him inside, place him on the kitchen counter and start cleaning his knees, wiping the blood and gravel off them.
He’d seen him doing something similar to Vale once they’d been messing around on scooters and Vale had come off. Later, when they made it back to the house, Vale had parked himself on the kitchen counter while Uccio had pulled down the first aid kit. Stefania had worked quickly to take Luca out of the room before he could see the blood dripping off Vale’s knees and elbows.
Luca doesn’t remember the blood; he remembers the tears Vale was trying to hide, remembers the way that Uccio had wrapped his hand around Vale’s cheeks, wiping away the tears “You're so brave, Vale, it's going to be okay.” The alcohol wipe hit his knee, and Vale immediately let out a series of curses, and Luca was shoved into his room to play for a bit. While Uccio laughed, echoed throughout the house.
Maybe that’s why, in his little five-year-old mind as he sobs as Uccio uses the alcohol wipes on his knees, he mutters out, “Im sorry, not brave like him.” Punctuated by a very loud, very snotty sniff of his nose.
Uccio pauses, looking up at him with a look Luca could never place “Luca, what are you talking about?” He sniffles again as he repeats himself, “Im sorry Im not brave like Vale.” Uccio raises an eyebrow with far too much seriousness to use when talking to a four-year-old “No Luca, you are brave just like your brother.” Uccio tries to hug him, and Luca freaks out.
“I’m not like him! Why does everyone think I’m like him! I’m nothing like him!” Luca tries to muster all his strength to push Uccio off him. Of course, that doesn’t work. He’s six. Uccio just sighs and lets him hit his shoulder until he tires himself out. After about five minutes, Luca falls onto Uccio’s shoulder, smothering himself in Uccio’s scent gland like any other pup attaching themself to the nearest omega “You know how I know you're brave like Vale?” Luca sniffles but nods for him to continue. Uccio pulls him off his shoulder and looks him in the eyes, “You two have the same eyes, and I know you're going to grow up to be just as brave as Vale.” Uccio bops his nose, it’s kinda awkward like he doesn’t spend a lot of time around kids. Luca laughs anyway, he lets Uccio put the band-aids on without complaint, and from that day on whenever Stefania and Vale weren’t around, without fail, Luca would run to Uccio.
In the present day, the first person to meet little baby Valeria that wasn’t a blood family member, to the surprise of everyone, is Alessio Salucci; even Vale seemed surprised when Marc told him he could come in, after the grandparents walked out for food, but Alex and Luca still lingered.
As Uccio held her, bopping her nose the same way he had once done to Luca. He looks to Vale, who is the picture of a perfect mate feeding Marc ice chips and cuddling him, “She has your eyes, you know.” Valentino smiles so wide, but before he says anything, Marc butts in, “I know isn’t it just wonderful? This whole time I’d hoped she would get his eyes more than anything. Her Father's eyes and her Mother’s riding abilities, the perfect mix.”
Maybe if he was in a better state of mind he could think about the way Uccio’s eyes well with tears like this was meant to be a moment in his story, rather than yet another moment of him playing a side character or see the way Valentino’s smiles faults or how Marc looks far too proud of himself, or how Alex looks like he’s being dragged along for a ride totally unwillingly. Rather, all Luca can think about at that moment is that if he stays in this room a moment longer, he’s going to throw up.
Without warning, Luca mumbles something about not feeling well and runs out of the hospital.
Luca pulls out of him without much fanfare, his knot going down, and with Marc already in a rush to put his clothes back on like he had somewhere much better to be. As Luca looks down and sees his horrible mistake, “Shit, I forgot the condom.” Marc just snorts, toeing on his shoe, “I’m a world-class athlete, Marini, you think I don’t take my birth control seriously?” Luca blinks for a moment “Oh,” that brings out Marc's laugh that sounds like the malformed version of Alex’s “Yeah, oh, what do you need to see my prescription?"
Luca shakes his head, officially collapsing onto the bed. He can hear Marc making his way over to the door ”Text me when you make it back to your hotel?” Marc’s laughing again “Marini, I just won my tenth title, no offence, but I’m not making it back to my hotel until at least next week.” Luca shrugs. He was trying to be nice, like a delusional part of him thinks that Marc will put in a good word with Alex for him if he’s nice.
They don’t say anything else, Marc leaves, and Luca falls asleep.
In the end, Marc gets everything he wants: a baby with bright blue eyes, a mate that will hold him close and his ten titles.
In the end the only person who follows after Luca Marini is Alessio Salucci.
