fuse into one
moto3 world champion álex márquez joins marc márquez (and valentino rossi) for a couple laps on one of marc’s hondas during the post-season tests in Valencia (2014)
together on track, sharing a number like a last name
inside Marc's garage during the test day
unofficial part 2 to the prev post+article I reposted, and also this post
Summary: Three things in life had governed Alex’s racing career: Marc, Valentino and their fallout. Through it all, Luca was just there, and Alex kind of hates him for it.
AU where Alex joins VR46 instead of Gresini
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If Marc knew what Alex had done, it would kill him.
This is the thought that Alex has been falling asleep to – and waking to – of late. Alex rolls over in bed, bedsprings creaking, and stares blearily in direction of his windows’ curtains; the slit of light slithering through the gauze, the grey fabric.
He can hear Marc and Carlos downstairs, already going through the motions of PT, chattering. His older brother never misses a training session of Alex’s, even when he himself couldn’t physically ride because of the arm. The guilt, residing in Alex’s ribs like a tumor, burgeons in size at the reminder.
On his nightstand, the clock shows 5:46.
Alex makes a muffled noise, squeezes his eyes shut against the red digits blinking at him but the 46 might as well have been engraved behind his eyelids. He buries his face in his pillow, but then Marc’s voice is hollering up the stairs, "Alex! Are you up?"
He is, but he doesn’t want to be.
He thinks he might throw up. His phone buzzes on the nightstand, next to the clock.
Even if finding out what Alex has done doesn’t send Marc to an early grave, he would drive down to Tavullia and kill Valentino and then he would be sent to jail.
Worse, Alex won’t have a seat on the grid.
"ALEX," yells Marc.
"I’m up," Alex yells back, slumping back on the pillows with a groan. Looks again at the clock.
5:48.
Alex gets up.
Today, he promises himself, he will tell Marc about his ride.
Written up request of @rise-ha (who locked me in the basement to write) :) more Flesh of Success :)
And for a moment, Valentino believed that was possible, especially when he heard the door of the basement open, and his head snapped right over to see Alex walking inside. “Alex”, He tries to say, but his voice is hoarse, and at that moment, the vibe gets turned up again, so all that comes out is a quiet, pathetic moan.
Alex coos as he walks over to the bed, slotting himself between Valentino’s legs, sitting right on the wet spot “Ah, did someone have fun while I was gone?” Valentino can’t even be bothered to shake his head; he nods, he wants it to stop, and he knows that the answer Alex wants, he can only hope that it might make this stop, and at first it does.
Alex flicks the vibe off and pulls it out of him, and Valentino wishes he could allow his body to relax because there was a needy growing pain in his bladder. He just had to hold it for a little bit longer, as he was desperately clinging to that final shred of dignity. But of course, Alex sees it the way Valentino just can’t relax.
“Ah, baby, what's wrong? Come on, stop clenching. I want to see how pretty your pussy looks” Valentino just shakes his head; he doesn’t know if he can’t trust his voice or if he’s totally lost it.
The thing Alex does next is unexpected. In the wet spot on the bed, Alex rubs his face in all of the juices Valentino left behind. When he comes back up, he has Valentino’s slick and cum dripping down his face. He leans into Valentino, now crowding his personal space and then finally kisses him. It’s weird Valentino can taste himself on Alex's lips, still somehow sweet despite everything. Maybe he could get caught up in the sickly sweet moment.
But then Alex starts pressing on his midsection.
Valentino wakes up with a gasp, he shoots straight upright and is now grasping for air. Involuntarily, his left leg kicks out in the middle of his panic at the same time, and in the middle of his nightmare, still crawling at him, he hears an "Oh fuck" and then a light is getting switched on. His bedroom, not the dark basement Alex had shoved him in. With the light turned on, he can see the way his M1 shines under the light. He's safe, he's home. Then why the fuck can't he breathe properly? He lets out a pathetic scream that is closer to a cry.
He doesn't even know why he reacted to it like this; it's not like Alex actually got his hands on him. Nothing bad even happened.
Uccio had saved him, and now Uccio is there again, grabbing him and his panic from and pulling him into a tight bone-crushing hug, and Valentino resorts to smothering himself in his scent gland. His scent has changed ever so slightly in the past 2 weeks since the incident and the mating which followed. It must not have been that notable since none of the guys has commented on the change of relationship, but Valentino, who knew Uccio inside and out and smelt the change the moment it happened, his cinnamon just followed Uccio everywhere he went now. Valentino liked that very, very much.
He doesn't know how long they stay like that; he can't tell you how long it takes for him to fully come out of the nightmare. To remember the bite mark that now sits on his hip, Valentino didn't think he could cope with the world knowing he was an omega, but the safety was nice, knowing that no one could take him away from his life again was nice. Being here in bed with Uccio in a house where he knows the boys are just down the hall was nice.
At some point, his breathing even outs, and the light starts to trickle into the room, as Uccio wipes away the last of his tears, "I'm okay." Valentino mutters. "I know" Uccio hums "But I'm allowed to worry," He snorts "I'm good at worrying you"
He just shrugs, "You have to keep things fun somehow." Valentino doesn't reply, just leans up and kisses him. After a moment with the room bathed in orange as the sun starts to rise, and they pull apart, "I should go back to my room, the boys will be up soon." That was the other issue. Sure, Valentino has always prided himself on the fact that he was honest with the boys about everything. But this… it felt like such a massive world-ending change. He wasn't just Valentino Rossi anymore; he was someone, mate, even if that was Uccio, it would forever change how they viewed him. So he and Uccio had come to the conclusion to just not tell them, including Luca, and since the whole pack was there for training this weekend, it meant for a weekend of sneaking around like they were teenagers.
But now push comes to shove, and well, Valentino didn't want him to go, maybe he could lie and say it was just to keep the bad dreams away, or maybe it was his omega wanting his alpha, or maybe it was just Valentino and Uccio, they were never far from each other. "Or you could stay? And we could tell them the truth?" Valentino looks up at him with pleading blue eyes, and Uccio could never say no to that. "Whatever you want, Vale."
They kiss, and it's unsurprising that three hours later, they are the last two to come down. The rest of the boys were already spread out across the kitchen. No one comments that they come tumbling down the straits together or that the top of Valentino's shoulder has a fresh bite mark on it. In fact, other than a couple of good mornings, no one comments, not as Uccio makes Valentino coffee, not when Valentino slaps Uccio's ass and not when Uccio returns the favour, and in all honesty, Valentino is a little disappointed he thought he taught the boys to be smarter than this, to notice the little things. But nope! No one had even commented when Valentino and Uccio started sipping on their morning coffee, cuddling together. Uccio seems unaffected, but Valentino and his love of the show are less than impressed.
So he clears his throat, "Boys, so me and Uccio have some news." The whole room's head spine to face them, Bez and Cele abandoning the Mig's phone and the video he was showing them. While Luca, Pecco and Franky stop their conversation. This is how Valentino likes it best, all eyes on him, he smirks, "Me and Uccio are mated."
He expects a shocked gasp or two or maybe even someone fainting on shock (he'd beat on Mig) But rather than that, all of them just stare, and looked vague and confused. For a split second, Valentino is worried they're disappointed in him, like he's now too much of an omega for them to tolerate. He can already feel the way Uccio is rubbing his nose into Valentino's hair, trying to keep him calm.
But then Franky tilts his head and asks, "You guys weren't mates already?" Any anxiety is replaced with overwhelming, confusing "No?" They both say at the same time.
As Luca and Pecco start having a very intense conversation with their eyes. Cele narrows his eyes at both of them "Are you sure? You stink of each other all the time." Uccio clears his throat "I mean, we mated like two weeks ago."
Cele, bless him, speaks without thinking, "No. I literally could tell your guys' scent apart for like a year after I joined. Bez had to like scent test me for me so I could learn the difference." He pokes Bez in the rib to make his point. Bez looks like he's about to add more context.
It doesn't matter, since Pecco speaks up, "But you guys have been courting this whole time?" And now it was Valentino's chance to be confused; he had flaunted Casey around the boys and Uccio. Did they think he was a cheater? He rushes to defend himself, "No! I mean, we helped each other with heats and ruts, but that's like normal friendship stuff!"
The room goes silent, Mig's mouth is even hanging open, before Valentino can tell him to shut it, or he'll catch flies. It's Luca's turn to speak up "You lived together! in a one-bedroom flat in London!"
"It was to save money!" Pecco's eyes nearly pop out of his head, but Valentino doesn't care, not as he keeps arguing with Luca, when Luca adds, "Doesn't mean you had to share a bed!" Uccio steps him "Actually, the place had like no working heater, so really that was practical." Yes practical. Valentino definitely didn't keep breaking the heater, so he and Uccio had no choice but to cuddle for warmth. That would be insane.
Luca groans, "Stefania calls him her third son! What was I meant to assume!" Valentino rolls his eyes "It's because we've been friends for so long! She watched him grow up!" Luca looks oh so unimpressed, it's the same face he makes whenever Alex Marquez tries to flirt with him "She's not buying your other friends' Christmas present! She's not buying another academy member a gifts for Chirstmas"
"It's more of a thank you for everything." Uccio tries to add when Mig's brain finally reboots to correct "Actually, she brought me a Christ-" Franky steps on his foot hard
As Bez rushes to add "I mean like, we even have a tally going of how many times we've walked in on you guys, ya know, going at it" That gets Uccio to spit his coffee back into his mug and ask, "You have a what?"
Valentino Rossi / Alex Marquez, Marc Marquez & Alex Marquez
Alex Marquez is utterly, atrociously, vehemently infatuated with Valentino Rossi. And just as his brother before him, he'll discover what that's actually like.
It wasn’t usual, for him to cry. He’d rid himself of years of pointless tears long ago, and since sworn the whole act off. Because he was Marc Marquez, legend, star, icon, whatever you want to call it, and people like that simply didn’t cry. He’d certainly learnt that. He scraped his bitten nails over the faint stubble on his chin, dropping his head into his hands with a sob. He could stop all this right now. He could call Alex back, tell him he’s sorry, tell him they can talk it out, that he doesn’t want this anymore, because he doesn’t, truly, he doesn’t. But. The part of of him that loops the image of Alex curled up in his arms like a faulty CD refuses it. Alex has heard the podcasts, Alex has seen the videos, seen Valentino act like Marc isn’t a human, isn’t worth the dirt he stands on, and now he’s even tasted the same bitterness, straight from the source, but he still persists. So what is Marc meant to do, really? Forgiving Alex would be forgiving Valentino.
apologies for the delay on this one! we've had the olympics, broken limbs, and too many flights. but i think you will either love or hate. yell at me in dms or asks <3
