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It seemed like any other day for Charles Leclerc.
It was a classic Thursday in his Ferrari garage: he made some car fittings, discussed a lot of important details with his mechanics, posed for the Scuderia's social media profiles.
However, being in Monaco again was as amazing as ever. And Charles had a great desire for revenge and he sought redress after last year's disastrous Grand Prix - he had started from pole position and finished in fourth position.
Regardless of all the disappointments suffered and the mistakes, some of them personal, committed over time, being a Ferrari driver was a wonderful reality for Charles, which it defined the transition to a dream he had cherished since his father was still alive.
Besides, he was one of the few omega drivers out of twenty people on the grid. It wasn't easy at all to manage a similar situation in the society he lived in, but the fact that he had come to build a magnificent career at Ferrari since 2018 made him truly proud of himself.
Of course, Charles was taking suppressants and various medicines that affected his body and his omega nature, in order to prevent his heat period from bothering him during the championship - it was extremely complicated to schedule those four days on a monthly basis in a free period without races or commitments related to his work.
For this specific reason, he basically pushed away his own heat from his top priorities, and he never let his body experience it since his first year as a Formula 1 driver.
Thanks to the help provided by Ferrari medical staff and his physio, Andrea, Charles always managed to fit everything together.
The only important thing he had to do was to take those magical pills, the result of science effort who allowed omegas not to be victims to their own heat, to feel comfortable.
Obviously, if Charles had had a mated companion by his side, everything would have been more convenient for him: the constant presence of a definitive alpha in his life would have helped him to regularize his natural heat and to be neither a slave to it nor terrified of it.
But, sadly, he hadn't yet had the great fortune to meet someone who could make his heart beat and be close to him without distorting what he was and what he had become over time.
Alphas tended to be very aggressive and territorial, as well as possessive, and this clashed with his huge personal desire for freedom and independence, which was fully realized in his career in Formula 1.
Charles always knew he was a very peculiar omega. He was a real example for a category that was very often still marginalized and oppressed in society, which was alpha-centric and exalted alphas as the only true male role models... unluckily, the professional world he belonged to wasn't an exception to this general trend.
Being a Scuderia Ferrari omega driver made Charles a symbol, for better or for worse, and he had quietly accepted it. If his example and his life had helped even one single omega in the world to accept their natural condition more easily, he would have been happy to be in the spotlight all the time.
That Thursday, anyway, Charles was busy talking with Mattia about various matters concerning his car, which had to be adapted to the very difficult Monaco's city circuit.
"Mi sento a mio agio, but I think we need some more retouch-"
He never managed to complete his sentence because a terrible heat wave suddenly overwhelmed him, taking away all the oxygen that he had in his lungs.
Charles felt a fire starting from his head and spreading up to his legs; it was a horrible feeling, which increased exponentially over the course of a few minutes.
At first, he was able to manage this specific feeling of discomfort, but, the more seconds passed, the more it seemed to him that he had been caught and thrown directly into the sun.
Sweat began to spread over his pale forehead as he felt the joints in his articulations burning, as if they had been placed on a grill and were roasting.
Mon Dieu, it was like having a fever... but it was something much, much worse than that.
At that point, a terrible suspicion seized Charles and made his heart tremble.
"Ragazzo mio, are you all right? You're as white as a sheet, you're drenched in sweat... Are you feeling sick?"
Mattia's calm and sweet voice sucked Charles into the reality he was experiencing, but he was on the verge of self-ignition by now and he really needed to check something important before starting to scream in the middle of his garage.
"Yes," he could barely say. His mouth was dry, and his tongue weighed like a big stone in his palate. "I just have to check out something I have in my backpack. I'll be right back, okay?"
With his head getting heavier and heavier and his hands twitching in shivering, Charles walked over to his backpack, left that morning in a corner of his garage when he arrived there.
He searched through his personal items with agitation until he could find what he was exactly looking for: his personal box of heat-suppressing drugs.
Basically, they were little white pills that acted on his hormones and, through a complex formula, prevented his omega heat from manifesting.
These were literally his lifeline in a paddock chock full of unmated alphas, which they probably just wanted to put him back in his natural place.
A subordinate omega, below them.
For many people, unfortunately, omegas were still poorly suited to competitive sports - from football to tennis, passing through Formula 1 and MotoGP -, since their nature was to be submissive and dedicated to the family. Charles had spent his entire life since he was thirteen years old fighting against these baseless prejudices.
He was a complete person, he could be anything he wanted to be; his purpose on Earth was not just to be a mere sex object to entertain his chosen alpha, or a belly to fill with future babies.
Through his blurred vision, Charles checked the expiration date stamped on his pills box.
He read those merciless numbers four times... but no, they didn't change at all.
And so he was sure that his greatest fear had just come true, at the worst possible moment ever.
Expiry date: 04/23/2023
Too bad that Charles had continued to take his suppressive drugs throughout the entire month of May. The Monaco Grand Prix was traditionally held towards the end of May, and... oh shit.
Fuck. His heat had begun.
And nothing or no one would have been able to block it.
The inevitable thing about nature was this: it couldn't be stopped in any way. It would have been like trying to control an avalanche armed with a teaspoon.
Regretfully, Charles already knew what awaited him.
Within two hours of his first symptoms appearing, his condition would become intolerable.
The omega he had inside of him would only and desperately want to have an alpha to mate with; he would have demanded at any cost a hard cock to be filled with as much as possible, to follow his natural will.
The feverish sensation that was charring his body with each breath would become unbearable until Charles began having constant and fast sexual intercourses with another alpha.
His mind would have focused on one, single thought: having a knot forming within him, feeling the semen of a strong and vigorous alpha filling him, and being at the mercy of another person and his different dominant nature.
Cazzo, ideal for Charles. He hated and despised submitting to anything else than himself.
That was why he hadn't had a heat since 2018, ever since he started being a Formula 1 driver.
He had simply restrained that small, but fundamental aspect of being an omega because he didn't want to be a slave to it - he had more important things to do than looking after a partner or freely having his own heat during a World Drivers Championship battle.
And, foolish as he had been, Charles had thought that everything would always be fine, smooth as silk. That he should never need anyone else in the world but himself to be okay.
Now, the awareness of his own heat's inevitable arrival - a heat that had been severely repressed for the previous five years of his life - hit him in the face like a slap.
He would have to face a devastating, painful, and explosive experience, all by himself.
When Mattia's reassuring hand suddenly rested on his shoulder, Charles winced.
"I feel your omega hormones in the air, è molto strano... what's going on? Everything is fine?"
Mattia had been a beta paired for over twenty years with his wife, another omega like Charles. As a result, he could sense the release of his hormones into the air thanks to his own nose, but he was unaffected by them.
The biggest problem for Charles was that, in the entire F1 paddock gathered in Monaco for the race, there were a lot of unmated alphas that would have felt the call of his flesh, his hormones, and his omega. And that would put him in a terrible position - he could be the object of uncomfortable attentions, as well as potentially more dangerous situations.
Charles turned a frightened look at Mattia, dropping his box of suppressive pills back into his backpack.
"My heat-suppressing meds have expired, and I already have my pre-heat symptoms. I have to go lock myself into my apartment, and pray for myself these next four days," he told him with tears in his eyes.
God, he was so, so screwed up, in the true sense of the term.
Facing a heat alone, and one as violent as his surely would have been, would have been a real torture.
Never being able to find permanent relief, writhing in the fire that shattered his bones, masturbating alone without really getting what he wanted for himself from another alpha.
Porca puttana, Charles just wanted to die instantly on the spot.
Then, like a ray of sunshine that pierced the gray clouds that brought rain, Mattia's reassuring voice woke him from his scared thoughts and brought him back down to earth.
"You are in a pre-heat state now, so your judgment and your memory are probably being compromised, since you are very upset... but the FIA has put in place an emergency protocol for situations like yours," he began, squeezing his shoulder affectionately.
Charles felt a faint hope in his chest, which at that moment seemed to be knotted in a thousand thin, very tight threads.
"It's a project that every single F1 team has accepted, and it allows to not-mated omega drivers to spend their heat with an alpha, if they need it. It's anonymous, based on a carefully selected list of volunteers," he said calmly, in an obvious attempt to reassure him.
Mattia was a very composed man, and in that moment Charles clung to his self-control with his whole heart, more than ever.
"Get away from here, I will personally contact Silvia and I will inform her of your condition. She will coordinate with the FIA and send someone to you," he continued. "She will surely call you when she plans every detail. Go home or to a hotel, as you prefer."
Charles was starting to feel dizzy as well, so he just nodded his head.
"Don't worry, son. Everything will be fine, te lo prometto," was the oath that Mattia swore to him, his bright brown eyes gleaming behind his glasses's round lenses.
Charles took a very deep breath and chose to trust him, Silvia, and, incredibly, even the FIA.
A part of himself, lost in his poor memory capacity, remembered the agreement that had been made to protect the omega riders like him on the track. He had also supported the idea and had ironically discussed it with Carlos at the time.
But his heat's approach was pulping his mind and erasing everything else from his head that was not a single, obscene thought.
I just want a healthy alpha to fuck me senselessly and take care of me.
Charles's heart, already stressed by he was going through, also broke at the idea that racing in Monaco, his hometown, had really become a curse over time.
He never had a happy race there; that year, he had prepared himself so carefully on purpose to win, but his unexpected heat had messed up his plans again.
However, the sorrow that he was feeling was deeply buried under fear, excitement, and the powerful uncontrollable bodily reactions that he was experiencing at that moment.
Every single minute that passed, everything was intensely getting worse inside him.
Charles barely managed to grab his backpack and say goodbye to Mattia before running away from his garage, as if he had the Devil itself chasing him.
His pace was very quick, in order to not give anyone the chance to smell him and understand what was really happening; he would never have taken such a risk in the paddock.
Charles just wanted to get away towards a safe place, where he could have his heat in a controlled manner. And he hoped to have an alpha with him too, so he could somewhat survive the next four days of his miserable life.
Charles found himself stark naked, spread on the gigantic bed of a Monaco luxury hotel.
He had covered his eyes with the tie of his elegant blue Ferrari suit created by Armani and was positioned on all fours on the mattress, anxiously waiting for his mysterious alpha to come to his rescue.
Charles had decided to go to a hotel rather than his own home for obvious reasons - constantly having sex with a partner during an acute heat phase wasn't something quite quiet or calm. Fortunately, he had been provided with a soundproof suite, and Andrea - already mated for some time, so he could interact with him without any problems - had gone to his house to get him everything he might need.
Also, room service had brought a lot of food and water as a required supply to use over time, and Charles knew that all of this would be needed by him in a massive amount.
While locking himself in that suite in a bizarre self-siege, Charles had spoken on the phone with Silvia, who had refreshed his memory about the FIA program dedicated to unmated omegas's management.
Basically, each team provided the FIA with an anonymous list of volunteers, also unmated, who could be called in if necessary.
In order to avoid permanent mating due to the particular physical and emotional feelings created during heat, the omega always had to be blindfolded for the whole duration of their intimate encounters, while the selected alpha - which could belong to any team in the paddock - would be gagged, so he couldn't bite him in any way.
In this way, people involved in this would simply vent their instincts without being able to establish an sentimental bond between them. The selected alpha would voluntarily help the omega get through his heat and, after four days, their paths would then divide forever.
Charles was just perfectly fine with that.
He wasn't interested in having a mate: he just wanted to have an alpha to let go with, spend his heat and have sex as much as possible, and that's it.
It was truly a perfect, magnificent system; a win win situation for all those involved in the matter.
That was the only vaguely rational thought that Charles was able to process in his mind. By now he felt completely prey to the omega within himself, which he just wanted to cum.
Although he had constantly smothered that part of himself for years, Charles's heart was pounding with the idea of finally being able to embrace his omega wholeness. Although the whole society tried hard to make him feel wrong, incomplete, or broken, Charles knew his nature was perfect exactly the way it was.
Even though it was making him lose the Monaco Grand Prix, vaffanculo.
A firm knock on the shiny dark wooden door of his suite startled him and interrupted his wait.
His alpha had finally fucking arrived.
Just in time, since Charles was on fire everywhere now. Even the phalanges of his fingers ached, and for this reason he wasn't even able to masturbate, despite the fact that he had a very hard erection that stood out between his thighs like a red flag.
Furthermore, expectation had immobilized him on his bed like an ice statue in a winter garden.
"Come in," was the only sentence that Charles managed to utter, with great difficulty.
It was so strange to be blindfolded and to be in fact in the dark, and to feel a new and unknown presence at his side.
It was something that destabilized Charles, but, when his secret partner entered his suite, his nostrils were immediately filled with a delicious and incredibly familiar smell.
His brain tried to process it, to remember where he had already smelled it, but the need to have sex and find relief during the worst heat of his life was clouding any kind of judgment.
His unknown companion smelled like sun, citrus, and gasoline. It was an objectively absurd mix, but it reassured him to his guts.
Charles slightly relaxed, listening to the light footsteps of his mysterious alpha echo through his suite. Then he heard a rubbing of cloth, a pair of shoes slipped and placed somewhere, and breaths choked by a gag.
His heartbeat was now one step away from a heart attack. Charles felt his own blood drumming in his veins like never before - anticipation was stretching every muscle in his body like an arrow about to be shot from a bow.
And fuck, he wanted that alpha with that intoxicating smell to sink into his flesh and make him scream. He didn't care that he was a stranger, that he didn't even know his name, that they would never, ever know each other after his heat ended.
In that moment, Charles Leclerc only cared about getting fucked so hard by him.
The mattress on which he was positioned on all fours, with his body completely naked and exposed, sank under the weight of the other person and deformed for a few long seconds.
Then, in the darkness of his self-inflicted blindness, Charles felt his alpha's hands touch him.
They couldn't talk, they couldn't communicate with each other in any way... they could only follow their instincts and try to establish a silent dialogue between their bodies.
It seemed such a stupid and impossible thing, but, when Charles felt that his alpha's hands were big and warm, he realized with an unshakable certainty that he could really let go with him.
The touch of that mysterious stranger wasn't aggressive or presumptuous, in a classic alpha style. Those fingers were touching him with a poignant sweetness, as if that specific person were almost looking forward to their shared moment.
As if every inch of Charles's body were an exceptional gift, and not a curse that it underwent an alleged inferiority. As if having him, Charles, in front of him, was the achievement of a long-desired and finally accomplished victory.
It was obvious that his alpha was part of the F1 paddock, just like Charles. But he could have been literally anyone: a garage technician, an engineer, or even a driver.
But that thought, as fast as it had occurred in Charles's mind, vanished away like the smoke of a cigarette that was lost in the air. It was drowned God knows where when a finger belonging to those wonderful hands dug into Charles's entrance, wet and humid as never before in his life.
Charles's mouth was so dry that he had nearly lost the ability to articulate any sound, and every single physical sensation he was experiencing - smell, taste, touch - was amplified by his visual sensory deprivation.
"Please, please... don't play with me. I need you so much. Fuck me, I'm begging you," Charles whispered to his sexual partner before moving his own ass towards his fingers, almost making them disappear inside his wet hole.
His heat had by now taken possession of whatever he had ever been, and the omega he had inside his soul just wanted to be taken by that stranger and launched towards the stars of pleasure.
A deep grunt, muffled by any method of gagging that the other wore on his face, was the only sign of agreement Charles got from him.
His alpha's sublime hands positioned him in the best possible way on the mattress, pressing his face against the sheets, and lifting his ass cheeks until they were spread.
Then, suddenly, the hard erection of his mysterious savior entered Charles's cavity, and he was so relieved for this that he could almost cry with joy.
Their first sexual intercourse was incredibly fast, almost furious in its speed.
For a young alpha, at the peak of his physical strength, mating with another omega with the same characteristics during heat was a terrible temptation, which made them resist very little. This was to maximize the number of sex sessions during the heat period, and favor future pregnancies - but for Charles there was no such risk.
Andrea had provided him with an infinite series of contraceptives to be taken before and after each copulation, in order to avoid any kind of possible complication.
With each vigorous thrust that his alpha was giving him, Charles felt his heart explode and his soul soar, free as ever.
His omega was finally reaching the physical bliss he had denied him over the past five years, and he felt fully reconciled with it, in his innermost and deepest nature.
Charles had no idea who this man that was fucking him was, but he was certainly well endowed - he could feel him filling him nicely, he had a thick hard member that was making his mouth water - and he knew exactly how having great sex.
Everything came out of Charles's lips in those moments: prayers, cursing, pleading, yelling and whispering in Italian, French, and English, since he didn't know his partner's nationality. All intertwined with very fast breaths and the total darkness that enveloped his eyes like a heavy black cloud.
"Don't stop, please don't stop. Fill me, fill me with your knot," was his heated call.
By now Charles was overwhelmed by his own hormones and the sexual force he was experiencing, and he wouldn't stop until he reached his goal: to cum and feel the knot of that alpha marking him deeply.
He didn't have to wait long for that, grazie al cielo.
The sensuality of the mysterious situation he found himself embroiled in - cazzo, he was at the mercy of a strong unknown alpha who was brilliantly fucking him in a hotel room in the midst of the worst heat of his life - dramatically increased his sexual arousal. Which, combined with the magnificent physical stimulations created by his partner, made him go into definitive orbit in a very short time.
Charles orgasmed on the sheets of his bed in his suite in Monaco, emptying himself like never before, shouting a series of Oui so filthy that he would have blushed if the omega inside him still had concepts like shame or shyness.
As he was finishing painting everything under him in white stripes, Charles finally felt the knot of his vigorous alpha forming inside his hole - being gagged, it was impossible to tell when the other had precisely reached his climax.
And that thickness made him feel pleased again, and again, and again, in an endless carousel of satisfaction.
It was such a spectacular sensation: it was the concrete demonstration of his prowess as an omega, something he had spent his entire life repressing, sacrificing. That mysterious alpha had appreciated him, satisfied him, and both had achieved their intended purpose.
So Charles remained still and motionless, breathing heavily in full lungs, while the hands of his sexual partner had sunk into the flesh of his hips with so much force that he would probably have had purple and yellow bruises after this.
I don't mind. It's not that bad to have concrete signs that I belong to someone.
That thought, produced with such naturalness, deeply displaced Charles, upsetting him.
He had never wanted to belong to anyone: that had been his life's golden rule up to that moment. He was an omega and a Formula 1 driver; he just wanted to win and show the world that what he was wasn't an exception, but a new rule.
But defeating his nature was something extremely difficult, and, while his breathing finally became normal and his alpha knot relaxed after filling him, Charles reflected on a thought.
I have to be very careful with this very particular alpha. His smell and his touch are familiar to me, he is almost enveloping me like a warm hug.
What a weird feeling.
Because, Charles knew it very well, love was a trap, and he didn't have the slightest intention of falling into it.
He would only use his alpha to overcome his heat, period.
That Thursday Charles and his alpha had sex so many times that he lost count at some point.
But the thing that struck him the most was that, after every single sexual intercourse, his unknown partner took care of him in such a tender way.
It was something absurd, almost unbelievable.
Each time, he repositioned him on the mattress - afterwards, Charles had no strength, so he totally abandoned himself to fatigue -, cleaned him with care, and made him drink a lot of water before feeding him.
Merci was the only word Charles could utter in those moments, and his alpha's response was always a caress left above his heart.
This routine showed that the person who had been randomly assigned to Charles was a far cry from the pattern he had always pictured about his category: his alpha wasn't abusive at all, he wasn't there with him to humiliate him or enjoy the fact that Charles Leclerc was in his heat and literally needed someone to fuck him to feel better.
It was like having a person next to him who really knew him, who treated him like a true prince, and who wanted nothing more than to make him feel good with every means at his disposal.
However, Charles took all these stupid thoughts and threw them away, miles away from him.
They were just the silly representation of his omega's fantasies, who atavistically wanted to belong to an alpha who was satisfying him as never before in his life.
The sexual chemistry that had developed between the two of them was wonderful, indeed; it wasn't that easy to get along so well with a stranger that the FIA had sent him out of nowhere, when he was blindfolded and the other person had his mouth harnessed like a horse.
And yet, he and Charles understood each other without saying a word, in complete silence. That person he had shared the whole day with had a disarming tenderness in every little gesture, even in the middle of a hot fuck.
Charles felt protected and safe with him in an unprecedented way.
Oh mamma mia, quante stupidaggini stava pensando!
Altough, the alpha that Charles had at his personal disposal all those days was really very kind - he was completely sure of that.
He gave him everything he wanted - or rather, he screamed; his touch was very sweet at all times; even though they couldn't communicate, he felt there was mutual understanding and empathy between them.
After yet another sexual intercourse consummated, Charles decided to take a small calculated risk.
So he tried to caress him in the face.
But the mysterious alpha immediately moved away from him, as if Charles's fingers were a burning flame capable of disfiguring him.
"Sorry... you don't want me to recognize you, but believe me, it's impossible for me to do it. I swear to you on my mother and brothers, this damn blindfold takes away my whole ability to understand details," he told him with total honesty. "I just smell your scent and I feel your touch."
Then Charles took a deep breath and said something he had wanted so much to ask his heat companion from the first time he had felt his touch on his skin.
"Would you let me touch your hands, please? I like them so much, I wish I could have them in mine for a few minutes... Mi concederesti questo onore?"
It wasn't a shocking request, but Charles made it to his alpha with an incredible sense of shame. This was a terrible contradiction, since they had spent hours naked fucking non-stop and would be like this between them until Sunday.
Although he couldn't speak freely, Charles understood that his request had stunned his partner.
A deathly silence reverberated in his beautiful and secure hotel suite, extending over time like a rubber band.
Only a simple grunt of assent, filtered by his gag, preceded his partner's action.
His mysterious alpha placed his fingers on Charles's belly, right in the same place he had cleaned ten minutes before after another impressive orgasm and another magnificent knot he had given him, and Charles immediately went to touch them, with care and slowness.
He had such big, warm, beautiful hands. Charles tried to imagine their color - were they as diaphanous as his, or maybe gold and olive-skinned? -, but he knew very well this was a perfectly useless mental exercise.
His alpha had short, very manicured nails. Here and there, veins peeped out in relief... Mon Dieu, those hands were probably extraordinarily exquisite, like Michelangelo's David ones.
There was a lot of hair on his fingers and on the back of his hand; consequently, Charles thought he was a hairy man. He wasn't 100% sure about it, though, as they had always had sex from behind, without any other kind of contact.
Anyway, the caresses that his partner left him all over his body were thoughtful and delicate: a wonderful contrast to the strength and fury with which he had been fucking him repeatedly for hours.
The skin of his alpha's hand was smooth, solid... but Charles noticed that there were small calluses scattered over it.
Those fingers knew hard work, just like him.
Except Charles couldn't tell if they were calluses from driving, garage work, or whatever. Fuck, it was so difficult to try to decipher all these minute details with a blindfold tightened over his eyes, without the precious support of his emerald gaze.
At a certain point, during Charles' analysis, his alpha intertwined their fingers, and squeezed them like a ribbon.
It was a very strange thing to do, which dramatically increased the feeling of familiarity that had been in the pit of Charles's stomach for a while now. And he felt his inner omega howl happily at the idea of reuniting with his partner in such a delicate way.
Then, suddenly, their contact was interrupted, leaving Charles in the dark, without any reference point. And it was like feeling empty, like everytime the knot of his mysterious partner abandoned his own eager body.
"Today I completely lost track of time, but I think we've been in here fucking like crazy for a lot of hours," he confessed with his cheeks burning with embarrassment. He had never had sex so many times in a row as that day in his entire life. "You'll have to eat, take a shower, and go to bed like me... unfortunately, you can't sleep with me."
The melancholy that oozed from every word of him was due to a social rule that Charles hated with his whole heart since forever. An unmated omega and a unmated alpha couldn't sleep in the same bed during the heat - it was a very ingrained convention, designed to prevent uncontrolled mating without prior in-depth knowledge in the couple and courtship according to social standards.
Charles hated those fucking rules.
Luckily, his mysterious alpha had satisfied him as much as possible; he would be able to spend what remained of the night quietly alone and he would hold out until the next dawn. With the arrival of Friday, Charles's hormones would be at their peak again, and he just knew that his partner would come to him soon to indulge him and give him new fantastic orgasms.
He felt it in his heart, with an idiotic certainty that wasn't based on anything real except his own primal instinct.
"Thankfully, today was Thursday, so I didn't mess up with your schedule too much," he muttered in a tone of voice that sounded sweet as honey. Disgusting, Charles was struggling to recognize himself by now. "Tomorrow you will not be able to stay with me all these hours, since you work in Formula 1 like me and tomorrow there will be the first free practice session... I will be here paitently waiting for you to come to me, don't worry about that."
Charles's brain waited in vain for a verbal response from him, but it never came.
His alpha just left a caress on his face, probably with his index finger. His touch was so impalpable that it seemed as light as an angel's feather, and Charles had the instinct to restrain it, to hold that skin on his own for a few more precious, unrepeatable seconds.
But he let him go, because it was the right thing to do. The other had to get dressed and go away, sadly.
Charles would have liked to shut his mouth and almost bit his tongue to keep himself from speaking, but words just came out, uncontrollable like a raging river.
He just couldn't avoid saying goodbye to him for one last time, even though they would meet again a few hours later.
"Sogni d'oro, see you tomorrow. Good night," he told him, lost in the darkness of his blindfold, without his presence next to him.
And Charles felt a stupid, uncontrollable smile on his face, as he wished impatiently for Friday to arrive as soon as possible.
The next morning, Charles had an explosive and pleasant awakening, to say the least.
His alpha went to his hotel room early in the morning to fuck him, just like he had supposed he would do. And he stayed with him for over two hours straight, made of fire and passion.
The physical contact between their bodies changed drastically, perhaps because the day before they had acquired a great confidence, made of shared silent chemistry.
Their sexual intercourses no longer took place from behind, but face to face.
Sure, Charles was always blindfolded and his partner still unable to talk to him, but their outstanding ability to understand each other remained intact.
Actually, it had increased dramatically.
When, at some point, his heat companion took him and deposited him on the bed on his back, Charles didn't feel tense or frightened at all. His omega trusted that alpha, and he couldn't in the least rationalize a reason for this; so, when his heat companion spread his thighs wide and waited for his approval signal to continue moving forward, Charles couldn't help but open his mouth and utter a simple sentence.
Go ahead, I want it too.
And fuck, it was simply amazing.
Charles's legs twisted around his alpha's lower back, heels sinking into his ass to push him in as much as possible and make him go faster and faster towards his climax.
The hands of his unknown partner enveloped him everywhere with confidence, his scent surrounded Charles like a sweet embrace that made him feel wanted and cherished.
Charles's fingers managed to add a few more physical details to his mysterious sexual companion: he had muscular and very hairy arms, and he liked that so much. His chest was sculpted like a Greek statue, but it was completely hairless - obviously, he was someone who daily trained in the gym and needed to check his pecs and abs.
In addition, his alpha was gifted with incredible stamina... he was able to recover immediately after an orgasm and devoted himself to Charles's pleasure as if it were his only real goal for him to achieve.
His neck seemed thick, like an ox, but Charles wasn't sure about it, as he couldn't climb any higher than his massive shoulders. Every single time he tried to get close to his companion's face, he dodged and moved his hand with fluid grace.
He was very keen about the fact that Charles couldn't recognize him.
And, on the one hand, that was the right thing to do, since it was one of the fundamental rules that governed their daily sexual encounters; but, on the other hand, it made Charles inexplicably embittered.
Was it something so wrong letting him caress his face or hair? He would never have been able to understand his real identity, even if he wanted to.
However, that stranger was able to make Charles cum in a sublime way every single time they had sex, despite the little detail that they didn't know each other and had never had any kind of relationship until the day before - or so he believed.
Although that person's smell was familiar, Charles susptcted that his heat could deceive him to lower his defenses and make him trust a hypothetical mate to receive his semen without any kind of hesitation.
And this detail sent him into confusion, in the confines of his own mind.
Yet, every single time the knot of his unknown alpha filled him, Charles felt prey to an inexplicable and irrational happiness, a senseless wholeness he had never experienced before.
Having such magnificent sex during his natural heat was an extraordinary experience for him, which was almost erasing the bitterness of being in Monaco, but without being able to get on the track and race for Ferrari as usual.
Despite everything, Charles remained a driver, and his mentality was always to focus on what he could solve on his own, and keep pushing.
And oh boy, if he was pushing on that bed, for the fifth time in a row, with his alpha.
A part of himself, a part he was now trying to choke constantly, wanted to have any other details that belonged to him.
Not for some obscure reason: just to be able to thank him wholeheartedly one day for the pleasure and relief he was giving him so generously, without wanting anything in return.
But Charles, unlike the night before, managed to restrain himself and let himself to be carried away by another powerful orgasm. The tide fully washed over him, making him scream and curl his toes.
What he was experiencing was a deep, complete event. It was a total reconciliation with his own omega nature, something he had always suppressed to allow his Formula 1 career to become solid and to be a Ferrari driver.
The rest passed quickly, like a lightning in his head: his alpha's climax, his big knot, the endless sensation of liberation he felt every time he experienced it inside himself, the overwhelming hunger and thirst afterwards.
His alpha was a young boy, but more likely a man, extremely unselfish and kind: after each intercourse, he cleaned him with precision, took care of him, fed him, and made him drink. Then he stroked him everywhere, massaged him, deposited him like a tired cat on the pillows and covered him with a blanket to keep him warm.
The act of putting some food or a bottle into another person's mouth had never seemed particularly sensual to Charles but, in those moments, all naked and blindfolded, with a strong and vigorous alpha putting juicy grains of grapes or little chocolate chip cookies into his mouth to restore his strength, or wipe his chin wet with ice water... well, it was something so erotic he almost couldn't believe it, porca puttana.
And for Charles the strangest thing of all was that he was letting himself go with so much partecipation not only physically, but also emotionally and mentally speaking, towards a complete stranger who would disappear from his life in two days.
Yet his omega screamed at him from the bottom of his heart to do it... and Charles, for the only time ever in his life, didn't want to be in full command over himself, but wished to allow someone to finally take care of him.
This person is incredible, I'm so lucky to have him, he thought as his alpha stroked him with those big, hot hands that drove him crazy and he was tracing an imaginary line on his neck, near the mating gland, with his nose.
Merde, what Charles wouldn't have given to be able to hear his voice for even one, stupid second.
That Friday late evening, Charles was in his room, curled up on his bed, watching a movie - he was carefully away from anything Formula 1 related and had turned off his cell phone since the day before.
He couldn't do much else to get distracted, as his body and his omega inside were literally begging from a distance his alpha to come back as soon as possible and fuck him like only he could.
Charles didn't know his mysterious sexual partner's daily commitments, but he felt again, within himself, a certainty: he would be able to be with him before nightfall.
And he was strangely trusting that intense sensation of certitude, which ran through his nerves and his stomach like a razor sharp knife.
His heart and his body trusted him, as if there really was an official bond between them... Oh mamma mia, what was happening to him? Charles was behaving just like the classic omega, submissive to his own subdued nature.
He always hated this side to death, but, at the same time, he craved it with his whole soul those days.
Charles always wanted to be strong, to go beyond the personal limits that society had perpetually imposed on him due to his omega nature all the time. Now, to his own surprise, he was realizing that he simply wanted a warm body by his side, big and gentle hands, and a hard cock capable of make him flying towards the sky.
At some point, his ears heard a firm knock on the door and he knew immediately that he, his alpha, was back.
He turned off the TV instantly, undressed at the speed of light, and blindfolded himself with his usual tie, going to position himself on his mattress, waiting.
Come in was all he could tell him, his stomach becoming an unbearable tangle of knots that threatened to choke him.
The click of the opening door and the whole air filling with that magnificent smell of sun, citrus, and gasoline relaxed his soul and muscles like never before. It was a Pavlovian response that Charles hadn't even realized he'd been able to establish towards his sexual partner.
The sounds of his alpha's clothes taken off from his body echoed lightly in his ears as he stood there, standing on the bed, trying to figure out what would happen between them shortly thereafter.
Charles felt his bare legs grabbed and dragged to his mattress's edge, and then his unknown companion's hands open them with a sure, gentle, fluid movement.
The erection Charles already had between his thighs hardened terribly, and he licked his lips to give himself some relief; he felt as if he had been thrown into the middle of the Sahara, under the scorching sun.
His alpha's adored fingers immediately wrapped around his member and, to his great surprise, Charles felt a cold puff on his warm skin.
Fuck, he hadn't put his usual gag on his face.
"Do you want to give me a blowjob tonight?" he asked him in a direct and somewhat vulgar way, with a trembling voice.
What was happening between them was a serious violation of the rules that the FIA had established between them on several levels. Furthermore, in general, alphas didn't indulge in similar gestures of submission to omegas, who were considered inferior and subordinate to their natural power and control.
Besides, there was a real risk that his partner would let slip a word, a verse, a groan that could have made him known - and this contradicted the obsessive work of protecting his own identity that he had done since they had started having sex together.
But obviously, Charles thought, his heat companion didn't care that much at that moment about running such a danger.
Nor him too, in all honesty.
His alpha' fingers wrote something on the inside of his right thigh.
Yes, were the three laconic letters that Charles understood. His sexual partner obviously didn't like to communicate too much, except in a very essential way.
And Charles didn't have it repeated twice.
"I want this. I want it, I want it so badly, please, please. Ti prego, lo voglio tantissimo, ti prego," was his litany.
Doing something like oral sex during heat wasn't a typical behavior at all - the ultimate goal of sexual mating was usually pregnancy. But Charles and the alpha that kept him company for a few days now weren't mates and he was taking contraceptives to avoid getting pregnant.
Also, thanks to all the magnificent orgasms he received in the morning, he adequately felt in control to start their hours together with a good blowjob from him.
As a rule, in oral sex, the sight was the best part of the act. Observe the partner moving in rhythm on his hard cock, admire him between his thighs while he took care of his erection with his mouth, watch him greedily lick his entire shaft... since he was blindfolded by a tie, Charles based his personal pleasure on the rest.
Usually, his own other senses were expanded: the sensation of his alpha's tongue on his own flesh was so powerful, the wetness of his mouth was overflowing and it was pushing him near total madness.
It was like being inserted into a black hole that was drawing him more and more towards climax, slowly and inexorably, and he was enjoying this very, very much.
Charles had to appeal to all his willpower not to touch his partner's hair in those moments - he knew it would probably scare him in a moment of such vulnerability, and his unknown companion would stop providing him pleasure like that.
Already doing similar acts without being gagged was a very huge risk that the other person with him had taken, Charles didn't understand why he was acting like this, since his alpha had always seemed to him an extremely loyal person to rules and duty.
And Charles would never have wanted to do anything that could have pushed him away.
He didn't want to lose him, merde.
Consequently, he limited himself to squeezing his bed sheets between his fingers - he hadn't changed them yet since the beginning of his heat; having their smells mixed gave them tremendous comfort during their forced distance - and enjoying what was currently happening to him as much as possible.
It had to be said: his heat helper was extremely gifted in the challening art of sucking cocks. And Charles knew firsthand that it wasn't something that easy to accomplish.
His unknown partner was probably kneeling on the ground, bending over him, extraordinarily dedicated to licking, sucking, and moving his cock masterfully in his palate, never scratching it with his teeth. Not even once.
For Charles it was like being in Heaven, and he felt his inner omega relax so much that it almost didn't seem true that he could be so comfortable with himself thanks to another person.
Charles had always been used, during his life, to rely on his own strength only. Being an omega in a world tailor-made for alphas had pushed him to become like that, and so he had always buried within himself any kind of tenderness or weakness he had ever felt towards himself or any other person who was interested into.
For him there was only Formula 1, his work, and going beyond the limits that others had imposed on him only because he was born in a certain way and belonged to a certain category of people.
For just one fucking time, it was wonderful for Charles to let himself go completely, indulge himself in body and soul with someone who really seemed, to some extent, to care about him and his well-being.
Although such a thing should never have happened between the two of them.
Perhaps it had been so easy for him to deny certain things in which he had believed not by personal might, but by external imposition... because he felt, against any rationality, the current formation of a true bond with the person he had by his side.
A person he would say goodbye to in two days and he would never see again in his entire life.
That awareness squeezed his heart with unprecedented violence, but it was buried by the fantastic orgasm that took him by surprise and made him pour his semen into his alpha's mouth.
Charles heard his heat companion swallow noisily, and then felt his face resting on the mattress and on his inner thigh, almost as if he had been admiring his own work of magnificent destruction.
His mysterious partner had a bit of an unkempt beard that was stinging his thigh - but Charles would never have told him. He would never have wanted him to move from his spot for anything in the world.
He desperately wanted that tiny intimate contact between them... that was the plain and simple truth.
Then his alpha deposited a little kiss on his inner thigh, like a small gift that would be lost on his delicate skin, and Charles assumed that his secret partner didn't have thin lips.
He just gave himself time to catch his breath after that wonderful climax, and then he told him something honest from his heart.
"You have no idea how beautiful this was for me... no one had ever done such a thing for me, you know?"
And it was true. Charles had not experienced such generosity and such passion in his entire life.
It was something incredibly overwhelming. More than his heat hormones, more than his omega nature, more than his deep need to drive a racing car.
"I'd like to return the favor before starting to fuck again as usual... may I?" he asked him, his voice as thin as that of a child full of embarrassment.
After all, he hadn't asked him anything special. Shit, they had been fucking like crazy for forty-eight hours, Charles's legs and back still hurt a little.
His alpha nodded his head and his movement reverberated in the muscles of Charles's thighs, and he felt his chest explode at that gesture, like a firework on New Year's Eve.
"Perfetto," he smiled at him, happy as a few other times in his life. "Tell me whenever you're ready, and put me however you want me," he whispered languidly.
Mon Dieu, he really would have given anything in the world just to hear his voice or touch his face.
It was a need that was getting stronger, more and more unbearable, inside of him, and it was increased by his smell and his kindness.
He didn't want to do it to recognize him, discover his identity, or blackmail him, but just to feel him close. Just to have a single, tiny piece of his alpha to keep near to his heart when everything they were experiencing and sharing would become a forgotten memory in the river of time, as distant as a dream that had been forgotten by now.
Charles heard his mysterious companion move away from him, put something in his mouth - probably his personal gag, so that he couldn't let go even the smallest moan once he received the same attentions he had just given him -, and return to their bed.
His fingers caressed Charles's face, particularly lingering on his lips. Almost as if he wanted to try to memorize their shape and their texture, as if he wanted to crystallize that special moment in time.
Just like Charles, who grabbed his hands and kissed them naturally and with dedication. As if that gesture had not been yet another transgression, but something normal and spontaneous between them.
As if they really knew each other, as if they were official mates and not two people who had found themselves paired to each other by chance just because Charles had forgotten to take his suppressants and had made a huge mess that cost him the Monaco GP.
"I want to make you cum so much," Charles told him eagerly, focusing on the easiest task he could accomplish and that would distract him for a while from the terrible disaster that was looming more and more in his heart.
When he felt himself pushed out of bed and kneel on the floor, with his alpha standing up, slowly shoving his hard cock into his mouth, Charles knew that just engage in sex with each other was the best thing to do for himself.
Because between him and that wonderful, generous, sweet man didn't exist and could never have existed anything else.
Charles's moans rang out loud inside his suite as they were forcibly pulled from his throat by his alpha.
He was leaning against his bed's headboard, with his arms spread over it, his body completely folded on itself and bent over the pillows. Meanwhile, his partner fucked him from behind with a burning virile energy, and at the same time masturbated him with his perfect and huge hands.
"I am close, I am so close," was all Charles could tell him before he felt the stars explode inside his head and stop thinking about anything but his own blessed pleasure.
That late Saturday afternoon had been full of sex as usual, but the atmosphere that had established between Charles and his mysterious warmth companion was peculiar, almost melancholic and nostalgic.
The next day, most likely after the race, they would spend their last hours together. And Charles didn't even want to think about it, otherwise he would have felt his soul tearing apart.
He had to let his heat out until the end, and that's it. There was no point in fighting battles that he knew wouldn't lead him to victory.
Within three more vigorous thrusts, he felt the usual knot of his alpha inside of him, and relief made its way into Charles's flesh, shattered by his bliss.
It was wonderful to bask in the warmth and pleasure his alpha gave him every single time they had sex, it was wonderful to feel connected to him - it was like a true promise had been created between their bodies and their minds.
Those days spent together would remain indelible in Charles's soul forever.
He could never forget the sweetness, the care, the love that his secret companion had dedicated to him to help him feel good in a moment of struggle that he could never overcome alone.
The hours spent with him had been full of bliss and joy, instead of suffering from the inability to manage an uncontrollable heat without a suitable partner.
Fuck, he would have new memories to jealously keep in the depths of his soul, far from the world.
Charles and his alpha lay motionless, hunched over the headboard, catching their breath as the knot untied and the sweat dried on their skin. His sexual mate's arms wrapped around him like a magic circle made of flesh, intimacy, and safety.
Then, finally, they broke apart and Charles collapsed in those muscular arms, with no strength at all - that last orgasm was really overwhelming, like an electric shock that had gone through him from head to toe.
His heat companion welcomed him and deposited him on the mattress with an unspeakable softness.
Later, Charles turned on his side and had the tremendous instinct to want to go back to those arms that made him feel so protected.
He didn't know who they belonged to, he didn't know his mysterious partner's face. Charles didn't know what voice he had - was it deep? Sensual? -, or exactly how old he was... but he just knew one important thing.
That it was a long time since he felt this way.
No one has held me like this in such a long time and no one else's arms made me feel this safe, he thought with disarming sincerity. And that unleashed a veritable wave of terror, mixed with devotion, in his heart.
Subsequently, Charles erased everything he was currently feeling. He shifted slightly and rested his head on the chest of his alpha, which rose and fell in the rhythm of a very fast breath.
The fingers of his unknown companion went to sink into his hair, although they were wet with sweat and stuck to his forehead.
God, his alpha's pulse was solid and strong, like a drum being played before a battle.
And Charles realized that that specific heartbeat had become the most beautiful and melodious sound in the entire universe for him.
Merde, he would have wanted to tell him so many, many other things, if he were sure that he would not have started crying in front of him.
Thank you for staying here with me as much as possible. Thanks for keeping me company during these hard days. Thank you for not letting me go crazy alone with my heat. Thank you for the relief and pleasure you have freely given me. Thanks for everything, even if I don't know who you are and I will never know your identity.
Charles didn't finish that string of thoughts that felt his sexual partner detach from him; and this created a void not only from his side but, above all, in his chest.
"Where are you going?" he asked, a lump in his throat threatening to choke him within seconds.
Oh mamma mia, how would he be able to face the final goodbye between them the next day? The very idea of being without him terrified him like never before.
After a few seconds, Charles felt something soft deposit on his chest, with a familiar and intoxicating scent.
And his mind immediately understood the reason for that gift.
The next day they couldn't see each other for many hours: it was the race day, as well as the last day of his heat before their inevitable, definitive separation.
His alpha had decided to give him a t-shirt of his, probably, impregnated with his scent, to make him feel comfortable during his absence and allow him to feel good until he was able to reach him as soon as possible.
Although he had his eyelids closed under his blindfold, Charles felt tears rise to his eyes.
That had been the sweetest and most thoughtful gesture anyone had ever done for him since he didn't even remember how long.
Charles pulled the fabric close to his face, and deeply inhaled that smell of sun, citrus, and gasoline that had become his favorite in the world.
A smell that he would be terribly missing from Monday onwards, for fuck's sake.
"Merci beaucoup," Charles whispered, with a smile so sincere and startling that he could feel the dimples forming in the corners of his mouth.
Then, in one smooth motion, he slid his hand across the mattress and immediately found his alpha's big, warm fingers, which wrapped around his like a glove that fit him perfectly.
And Charles just couldn't suppress the desires that arose in his heart after that gesture.
I wish I knew your name. I would love to caress your hair. I would love to touch your lips. I would love to hear your voice. I would love to make love with you and look at your face freely. I would love to know the exact shade of your irises. I wish I knew who you are.
And, while holding the hand of his mysterious partner and clinging with the other to that piece of fabric that he had given him as if it were a precious diamond, Charles knew what he would have to do the next day.
Masturbating all alone had become a very strange act for Charles after days spent with his unknown alpha, full of his caring attentions and with his body and his cock at his disposal.
However, he had given him that fabric specifically for that purpose - Charles had later discovered it was a very simple gray short-sleeved T-shirt with no brand. That man really thought about everything in order not to leave even the smallest clue about his true identity.
While he pumped his erection with great diligence, having placed that t-shirt under his nostrils with the help of his other free hand, Charles found himself desperately desiring only one thing.
To have his alpha by his side, as always.
Thus, he let his imagination fly, trying to reconstruct in his own mind an image that could correspond to the very few things he knew about his heat partner.
He had no idea about the color of his skin, his eyes or his hair - but, if he had guessed it, Charles veered towards dark, Mediterranean colors. He had no idea what his facial features were, or how velvety his voice was - but the grunts he heard each time seemed particularly deep and throaty. He had no idea exactly how old he might be - but he was certainly around his own age, probably a couple of years older than him, given his tremendous sexual experience.
On the other hand, Charles knew his inner qualities perfectly: his alpha was a person with a gentle and sweet disposition. He didn't fit the usual aggressive and domineering stereotype of his category, which the Formula 1 grid had always swarmed with.
He was a man who filled Charles with tender attentions before and after every single sexual intercourse; he was careful to clean him, feed him and pamper him as much as possible. He wanted Charles to be at his strongest, he wanted him to feel pleasure, he wanted their days together not only to be based on hot sex, but a full and complete experience for both of them.
Charles had noticed that his heat companion always respected his will, satisfied him in everything - even the smallest or apparently insignificant thing - and had never forced him into anything.
An alpha could easily have taken advantage of Charles's vulnerability due to his unmanageable heat. But he never did that, not even a single time.
It was almost as if his mysterious partner was obedient and loyal to him, in what appeared in Charles's head as an absurd role-swapping, almost unique in the society they lived in.
His caresses were light, but they managed to touch Charles right into his soul. And he perceived the adoration that his alpha had for him in every shared gesture.
For him, such a situation was nothing short of incredible.
Furthermore, that familiar smell exponentially increased the natural feeling of trust that he had always instinctively had towards him.
It was as if Charles had always felt him by his side, as if his discreet presence had come out of the shadows only in that desperate moment of need he was going through. As if his mysterious companion had decided to take a step forward only for him, becoming his lover for just four days.
Charles was sure that his sexual partner was someone who belonged to Formula 1 world, and he also knew that, among the rules imposed to them by FIA, they should never discover their mutual identity.
Their relationship was simply a painstakingly regulated physical release, nothing more.
Charles's mind focused on all the pleasure that the man had freely given him, with so much generosity of spirit that he could hardly believe it.
In a world where everything was about appearance, money, and power, and being alpha or omega could literally change your life, Charles had miraculously found someone who really seemed to care about him.
And not because it was Charles Leclerc, Ferrari driver and omega in need. But because it was just Charles, a person with strengths and weaknesses who had laid bare in every possible way in front of him during those long hours spent together.
And this situation was so strange for him, since he had always been on his own, and he brought very few people inwardly - his family, Pierre, Carlos.
Charles increased the pace of his punch and, within three minutes, an orgasm split his body in half, as pleasant and relaxing as ever.
But, once the climax disappeared, he realized that he was lonely in that big bed in a hotel in Monaco. That the sheets on which he had wriggled were impregnated not only with him, but with their scent.
And that his alpha wasn't there with him, hugging him and holding him close as ever.
Charles was alone again, and after Monaco race he would be plunged back into his own dull, monotonous personal loneliness to which he had condemned himself out of fear so long ago.
Charles didn't know how the race in Monaco had turned out. He didn't want to, and a part of him didn't even care.
The fact of not being on the track with Carlos, Pierre, and everyone else was killing him. So he decided to stay there, immersed in a muffled pause, waiting for his alpha to arrive and to spend the last few hours together.
He was sure that he would make him forget everything, for the last time.
Next morning, Charles would wake up and his heat would finally cease. His hormones would return to an acceptable level, and that would make him return to his normal life, to Ferrari, to his job as a driver... and everything he had experienced in the last four days would be delivered to his memories.
All the sweetness and passion he had felt would turn into deep gratitude, melancholy, and yearning longing.
Still, his heart rebelled against such a conclusion.
He knew, with an unshakable faith in his heart, that what had established between him and his alpha was something rare, special, and unrepeatable. And waste it, letting it go away in the waves of time and life would have been an unforgivable mortal sin.
Fortunately, his mysterious partner arrived right away: he knocked on his suite door as usual and Charles undressed and blindfolded himself as quickly as possible.
When he entered, Charles's nostrils were flooded with a stronger smell of gasoline than usual, and that squeezed his chest in a terrible grip.
Merde, how much he missed driving and racing on track.
Charles stretched out his hand to his alpha from his sitting position on the mattress; the usual Armani tie was tied over his eyes to prevent him from understanding who the other person really was.
"You're here," he whispered to him.
For the last time.
Charles's heart shattered like a glass thrown violently to the ground at the thought that these would be the last hours in his company. But there was no other choice for either of them.
What they had miraculously shared had come to his natural end, even if he couldn't fully accept it.
His alpha's big, warm hands enveloped him, and Charles felt like he was finally breathing again.
God only knew how he was going to get on with his life after letting him go, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Charles stroked his mysterious partner's naked body, and had the distinct feeling that he didn't want to let him go too. That his alpha wanted to seal everything in his heart their last time together. That what they would share together would not be just a fuck to push Charles towards the end of his heat, but a truly special heartbreaking goodbye moment.
The wonderful fingers belonging his unknown savior began to touch Charles, focusing especially on his plump lips.
And, even if Charles could not see him because his blindfold was a heavy blanket of black resting on his green eyes, he was sure to feel the other's gaze point on his mouth.
"You like my lips, don't you? I love it when you touch them," he confessed to him naturally. His alpha's reaction to his words was pure stillness: he was petrified by his words, and his tender touch stiffened.
Charles immediately ran for cover. He placed his hand on top of his heat partner's, granting him permission to continue.
"Don't be afraid of me, I can't find out who you are," he said softly. "This is our last time together... I want it to be special. Do you want it too?"
A Yes was drawn across his chest with slightly trembling fingers, and Charles felt a huge smile created on his face. He was probably red like a tomato, but he didn't really care about that at that precise moment.
His alpha had seen him on every opportunity and every possible way, and he had never taken advantage of this. Not even once.
He had never made him feel a weak omega at his mercy, but an equal, a precious equal with whom to feel good and share moments that went beyond sex and immersed themselves in the silence that they had managed to build as a shared space.
"Choose the position. I just need to be face to face with you. I want to feel you as close to me as possible," Charles told him. He didn't want their last sexual intercourses to be from behind, he didn't want them to leave each other like that.
The fingers of his mysterious partner returned to caress his jaw, and Charles rested his face in the hollow of his warm palm.
Fuck, that was the most beautiful place in the world.
"I take it as a yes," he declared him confidently, while he slid his touch along the body of the other man.
Charles didn't know his features and would spend the following months looking for him in all the men who populated the Formula 1 paddock, but he knew the body of his alpha as if it were the Monaco circuit.
Every single curve, every single edge, every single movement that led to a sigh or a moan. The deep breath choked by his gag when Charles did something with his pelvis that he particularly appreciated. The lightning-fast beating of his heart after an intense orgasm. The tremor in his wrists every time he held him close.
Charles decided to focus his journey on the nipples of his unknown partner. He approached them, and inserted the right one into his mouth.
He licked it, sucked it, and teased it until it was turgid and sensitive. Then he held it between two fingers, like a small button to have fun with, while he also subjected the other one to that exact same sweet torture.
Then, suddenly, his alpha's hands pulled him away, to make him completely lie down on the bed. Charles felt his nose mark the outline of all the muscles of his body: pecs, abs, the V line which was the last border before his erection.
Charles had been hard for quite a while, but on the last day his heat had finally become slightly more manageable; consequently, it was feasible for him to be able to resist more to that devastating impulse that boomed in his ears and brain on repeat, like a broken record.
Fuck me, make me cum, tie me a knot inside that drives me crazy, make me yours for all the time you want.
Charles just wanted to take it easy during those scraps of time they were going to share that Sunday. Because they would be their last hours, and he didn't want to forget anything they had built together.
Fuck, he wanted to kiss him so badly, finally hear his voice, and just immerse himself in his presence. He didn't give a shit how he looked, or what team he belonged to. Charles just desired to take off that damn blindfold he had on his eyes, tear off his gag, look him in the eye, and belong with him with all his soul.
It was the only thing he wanted - more than the oxygen he had in his lungs, more than racing in a Ferrari car, more than living every single day.
But he knew very well that such a thing wasn't possible.
Similar rules couldn't be broken, and there already had been numerous transgressions to what must have been a simple exchange of physical favors between two perfect strangers, with no feelings involved.
Charles himself was the solid proof that their days together had turned his life upside down.
Then, in the midst of these thoughts, Charles grabbed the erection of his alpha and felt that his mysterious anonymous benefactor was lying next to him, to reciprocate the same action.
It was incredibly strange, like every other time they had been together, to hear only his own moans echoing freely within the walls of his hotel suite, but Charles felt how hard and aroused his sexual partner's cock was between his fingers.
It was the definitive evidence of how much he wanted him.
It wasn't just something due to nature, or the genetically programmed attraction between alpha and omega: Charles and his alpha shared a real chemistry between them, and such a thing couldn't have come from anywhere else but both of their hearts and their souls.
They continued to masturbate each other for a while, until Charles had his breath cut off by a particularly sensual hand movement by his secret partner and found himself suddenly on the verge of a climax.
"I want you inside me, s'il vous plaît," he whispered between one broken breath and the next.
His alpha obeyed him as usual without a fight, and carried him gently towards the headboard of their bed.
Having the blindfold wrapped around his eyes, Charles didn't have the ability to understand what specifically was going on - but in all likehood, his partner was settling into a sex position that could facilitate penetration for both of them.
Cristo santo, once the heat was gone, Charles would have taken that damn tie and burned it.
Then, a minute later, he felt pushed by his alpha's hands and found himself on his lap. Their erections collided and a moan powerfully escaped from his throat.
"Do you want me to be on top of you?" he asked astonished. Usually, it was the other man who crushed him with his delicious weight when they had sex.
Another Yes was drawn on his skin, and this created a sparkling and unstoppable happiness inside Charles's heart.
He got on top of his mysterious partner and, thanks to his help, sank his own ass on his cock, impaling himself like a crucifix on the cross.
Charles's eyes rolled into his sockets with pleasure, and he immediately began to move. His body adhered completely to his alpha's, who was pushing him from the bottom to make him lower with each thrust on his hard erection more and more.
At first, Charles strengthened himself by leaning on the bed headboard, then he put his hands on his heat companion's muscular shoulders, hugged him like never before, and started wriggling on top of him as if his entire life depended on it.
His fingers touched and enveloped his alpha's body as much as possible; their faces were so close that their noses - the only part of the face they both had free - brushed several times. And, every single time, that contact made Charles' heart pounding.
It was like receiving an unstoppable rush of adrenaline, so powerful that it almost overwhelmed the extreme sexual pleasure that was twisting his bowels and bending his stomach in two.
Charles continued his ride towards orgasm in the grip of an irrepressible pleasure, screaming and swearing in Italian, English, and French at full blast. His alpha's warm hands firmly held him on his cock, and he felt that he was now close to the end of his run.
The fact of not being able to see anything widened Charles's hearing and olfactory sensations as always, enhancing them: the smell of the sun, citrus, and gasoline belonging to the other man surrounded him in a glorious way; his groans were trapped by his gag, but he felt how much he was dying from pleasure; the beating of his own heart overwhelmed everything, though.
Like a splendid ivory tower that stood out imposingly on a magnificent landscape.
"Sì, sì, sì... Sto venendo," Charles yelled, and he couldn't help but do just one thing as he watched an entire galaxy be born, expand, and destroy itself within seconds within his lids.
He writhed like a lizard over his unknown partner and finally buried his fingers in his alpha's hair.
Shit, he wanted to do it from the first time they were together and he knew that this would be the only chance to do it.
His hair was silky, soft, and a little long - perhaps their owner needed to go to the hairdresser. Charles squeezed those locks between his fingertips and foolishly tried to memorize their weight.
Of course, it would have been impossible to keep such a small detail, just like the one about his hands, in order to recognize him one day, but Charles wanted to try it anyway.
Within just ten seconds, his mysterious alpha came too - and in a particularly abundant way too. Charles felt his whole hole fill up, and then his partner's knot tying them together for several minutes.
Every single time that happened, he was incredibly proud of himself, and the omega inside him gloated with joy in a pure and sparkling way.
It was concrete proof that he had been good for his alpha, that he was an omega worthy of attention, care, and devotion.
And shit, he loved that now so, so much.
When, once positioned sideways, Charles felt his unknown partner's cock come out and his semen dirtying them both, he felt an obscene feeling of emptiness that was not only physical, but also spiritual.
His heart had turned into a very delicate crystal, on the point of breaking for a trifle.
Before courage left him - which was something objectively absurd, since he was an omega who drove racing cars at 300 kilometers per hour for a living -, Charles grabbed his alpha's hands to confess something very important to him.
"Thank you, thank you so much for what you have done for me these past four days," he revealed, his voice cracking with every syllable he was speaking. "I didn't think I could ever be so comfortable with another person in my entire life."
After his words, Charles felt the fingers of his heat companion escape his grip and caress his face, with such a moving concern that it reached under his skin, like an indelible tattoo.
He took them from his alpha and sweetly kissed them with all the love he had in his heart for him.
And it was really a lot.
Charles and his alpha had sex - or was it better to say, they made love - seven more times that Sunday afternoon, which by now had softly turned into evening, and was starting to become night.
After their last sexual intercourse and the cleansing and replenish that followed it, Charles realized that their time together was definitely up.
In fifteen minutes at the most, it would all be over forever. And their future farewell dug into his soul an unparalleled anguish.
Charles would take his tie from his eyes for the last time, in an empty room.
He would never have to wait impatiently for his alpha's arrival again. The darkness would no longer be his companion in the pleasure that his alpha gave him. All the tenderness and love that had accompanied the last four days of his life would have been lost forever.
And so, for perhaps the first time ever in his entire existence, Charles decided to leave complete free space for his inner omega. A part that he had always tried to repress and suppress with so much pain, so he chose to let him talk from his own soul.
He leaned his head on his alpha's shoulder, let himself be surrounded by his wonderful smell - Dio, he would have missed that smell so much, he would have looked for it forever in the paddock.
He cleared his throat, took a deep breath, and opened his mouth to speak to him.
"I don't want to lose you," he began with the painful awareness of his own unrealizable desire. "I don't know who you are and I don't even know if you want me to know, but you are special to me."
And it was true: as Charles knew he was born to be a Formula 1 driver, he knew that that calm and passionate alpha was his missing piece, somehow.
Having found each other was a true miracle; he felt that in his chest, in his stomach, in his bones.
Making him go away without telling him this would be the biggest remorse of his entire life and he would regret it forever.
"I know the FIA rules prevent us from seeing each other again ever again, but I'm literally begging you right now,” he whispered, stroking his chest with his trembling fingertips. "In two months, I will calculate everything and make sure that my heat falls right after the Hungarian GP, the last race on the calendar before the summer break."
Charles would have found a solution with Andrea for the timing, but he was pretty sure it would be possible to let his natural warmth free for the Monday after the race.
"If you want me too, find a way to be with me again. I want you by my side more than anyone else in the world," was his heartfelt final plea to his alpha.
His words had the immediate effect of blocking his mysterious companion's breath: he heard him take air from his nostrils only after several seconds of total immobility.
Almost as if his desire for him had punched him hard in the stomach.
Charles felt his secret partner's hands, those hands he worshipped so much, caressing his jaw, his throat, and his collarbones, before landing on top of his heart, with the most devastating fondness ever felt before.
Then the his alpha's fingers drew three letters in the center of his chest, with a resolute strength.
YES.
At that point, Charles smiled at him, happy as he had never been before.
He knew it! He knew it! He knew that he wasn't the only one to experience such a unique connection. He knew that his alpha was feeling the same for him.
"I really hope you can tell me who you are next time we'll meet again," he told him, while the other man left his last caresses on his hips. "I will wait for you with my whole soul."
Then the mattress on which Charles was lying limply lifted, and the weight of his mysterious partner vanished from his side.
He heard him as he slowly dressed, because he didn't want to let him go either. And this caused a weight to fall on Charles's heart that was getting bigger and bigger, every second that passed and projected them towards their goodbye.
After a few minutes, his alpha approached him and, with his mouth free from the gag constriction - he no longer needed it -, left him one last, yearning kiss on the palm of his hand before leaving and closing the door behind him.
When Charles realized he was finally alone, he took off his tie from his eyes and burst into a deep, unstoppable cry.
He wanted to stop weeping, since his unknown partner had just promised him that they would meet again somehow, but he just couldn't control himself.
It had been a long time since he had felt his heart melt in so many bitter tears.
Charles was afraid that he would still not be able to see his beloved alpha again, that the FIA would somehow stop him, or that any other kind of impediment would happen. He was afraid that their goodbye might be final, and he didn't want that for anything in the world.
His chest was shaking with sobs as he tried to cling to the oath his alpha had just sworn to him.
And he hoped with his whole soul that, in two months, waiting for him would not be in vain.
In those months that separated him from the summer break, Charles led his life as always: he won races, got on the podium alongside Carlos, and never forgot his alpha.
Not even for a split second.
Once back in the paddock after his own heat, Charles tried to smell him around, but he never succeeded. Obviously, his mysterious partner had decided to take smell suppressants, so he couldn't be tracked.
This was a fair and legitimate decision on his part, but it still broke Charles' heart in his chest.
When his July heat finally arrived, without any inhibitions due to medicines, and was scheduled after the race weekend in Hungary, Charles just communicated it a few days earlier to Mattia and Silvia, just as it had happened in Monaco.
This time he would have no problems at all getting on track, he had calculated everything with Andrea down to the last detail. Silvia would coordinate with the FIA, and Charles hoped his alpha would somehow bypass the assignment process in order to get back to him, breaking all the rules.
Once the race was over - with a second place on the podium that didn't satisfy him at all -, he went to lock himself up in a new hotel room carefully selected for this purpose, and waited.
He literally couldn't do anything else, so Charles lay naked on his bed, sitting with his clawed hands on his knees, and his Armani tie already placed over his eyes.
Anxiety was setting every nerve in his body on fire and, on the top of all of this, he was already beginning to feel the signals of his pre-heat: his head was spinning wildly, he was so hot, and he felt his joints start to ache so much.
Time began to flow in a very strange way in that self-inflicted darkness that seemed so familiar and alien now at the same time: Charles didn't know how many minutes or hours passed before he heard that specific knock that he would recognize among a thousand by now.
God, the presence of his alpha on the other side of that door was already driving him crazy. He sensed the attraction towards him enter his veins as if he were part of his own blood.
And when he finally walked through the door and entered his soundproofed suite, Charles felt his nostrils fill up again with that wonderful smell that he had missed like air: sun, citrus, gasoline.
If he hadn't already been sitting on the mattress, he probably would have fallen to his knees in front of his alpha, his face flooded with tears of joy and relief.
He is here. He is here for me. And he managed to make it even with the FIA, in some way. He kept his promise. He really feels the same about me too. I am coming back home to him.
Those thoughts put a bright smile on Charles's face, which widened even more when he perceived those wonderful hands caressing his face again with their delicate and warm touch.
Cazzo, it was like feeling every single piece of himself, messily scattered inside him after their temporary goodbye, getting right back into its place under his fingertips.
Charles didn't know if his mysterious alpha would eventually reveal his identity to him at last, but right now he only cared about one thing: he was there with him.
Finally. Fucking finally.
The big, warm fingers belonging to his heat companion caressed his lower lip, and Charles died on the spot.
He was experiencing so many wonderful emotions locked in his heart: happiness, expectation, inner peace. And the omega inside him was literally howling with joy at the idea of being reunited with whom he had now chosen as his mate.
Those magnificent hands, which Charles had missed so much, went to his head, straight to the knot that tied the ends of his tie and prevented him from seeing his surroundings.
Charles immediately understood what his alpha wanted to do.
Merde, he finally wanted to reveal his identity to him.
In less than a minute, Charles would know who he was.
He didn't care if it was someone he already knew, or someone he had never seen before in his entire life. He didn't care about his physical appearance at all... he just wanted to be back in his arms, cover him with kisses, make love with him for hours, and never let him go again.
Oh mamma mia, the very idea that he would finally be able to look him straight in the eye and finally hear his voice was so powerful that Charles felt his head spin from dizziness.
A very weak Oui, do it, came out from his mouth, strangled by the excitement that was making shiver his naked and exposed body.
In two seconds flat, Charles went from total darkness to the artificial brightness of his hotel room.
He looked down and finally saw the person in front of him.
Next to his feet, crouched on his knees, with the most terrified expression ever seen on the face of another human being, there was none other than Carlos.
Carlos Sainz.
Carlos, his teammate at Ferrari.
Carlos, his dear friend for years.
Carlos, the kindest alpha he had ever met in his entire Formula 1 racing career.
Carlos, whose smell always made him feel safe every second they spent together. Fuck, that's why that incredible mix of sun, citrus, and gasoline was so familiar.
Now that Charles thought about it, it was quite a while he no longer perceived Carlos' smell whenever they were together. But Charles had been so focused on looking for his alpha all over the paddock that he didn't realize he had literally been by his side the whole time.
Carlos, who in those four days spent together had given him whatever he could: his body, his soul, his heart, his sweetness.
Carlos, who had kept his promise.
Carlos, who had never let him down.
Carlos, who had never abandoned him.
Carlos, the person Charles wanted by his side forever and ever.
Carlos's big brown eyes seemed as shiny as two amber gems, and stared at him completely astonished.
Charles felt his jaw drop open in surprise, and Carlos took advantage of his amazement and his silence to talk to him and explain everything.
"I know you weren't expecting me. Joder, I'm probably the last person on earth you ever wanted here with you now... maybe you are disappointed, mi dispiace tanto," he began, and Charles couldn't believe the load of bullshit he was listening to at that moment.
What exactly was Carlos talking about? Why should he be unhappy that his omega had chosen an extraordinary person like him? What on earth should he be sorry for?!
But, for once in his life, he decided to bite his tongue and let Carlos vent.
"That's me... I was your mysterious alpha, I was the one who took care of you during your heat," he confessed to him, his beautiful plump lips twisted into an absurdly melancholic grimace.
And fuck, you did it divinely. You made me the most loved omega in the entire universe in those four days, he wanted to confess him.
But Charles knew that he would still tell him later, once he listened to him and reassured him that having him in that room with him in Hungary was the best thing that happened to him in his entire life.
"I'm sorry I hid this huge secret from you for all this time, it's like I deceived you. I fucked up everything so badly between us... I wanted to tell you at least a million times every time we were alone, but I preferred to respect your wish and the promise we made," Carlos continued, his deep voice cracked by something Charles couldn't really decipher at that moment. "I started taking smell suppressants because I was terrified that you knew it was me. If that had happened, I couldn't have lasted a minute away from you."
At that point, Charles moved his hands and placed them on Carlos's shoulders, caressing him with the same tenderness he had always reserved for him.
Carlos had tormented himself for so many months, thinking that his identity could anger or disappoint Charles, when there wasn't anything further from the truth.
Charles felt his heart burst with joy in his chest. Fuck, he couldn't believe his adored alpha was Carlos!
He felt him tremble under his touch, almost as if he were about to crumble to pieces under his gaze.
Carlos was one of the most remarkable alphas he had ever met in his entire life: he was sweet, determined, rational. He was a talented driver, a loyal friend, a good person. And after the days spent having sex together, Charles wanted him as his mate - he wanted him so badly that he would have died without him.
"It was pure torture to be away from you, posso giurartelo su tutto ciò che vuoi, but I couldn't do otherwise," he told him, swallowing hard before pointing his warm brown gaze straight into Charles's eyes. "I want everything between us to be your free choice. The things you told me in Monaco, the way you behaved with me may have been influenced by your first heat in years... and I cannot live with this remorse on my conscience."
W- what?!
Charles couldn't believe he was listening to this.
Was Carlos feeling guilty because he thought that the bond that had formed between them depended on the natural attraction between alpha and omega during the heat? Hadn't he realized that what Charles had felt in those days for him could never have been born with any other alpha in the whole universe?
Charles had trusted his alpha, namely Carlos, precisely because it was him, and somehow he had recognized him within himself, in every fiber of his body and soul.
Mon Dieu, Carlos had written on his face how much this situation was hurting him, and Charles just wanted to take all his pain and let it kill him instead.
"I'm so sorry, you would probably feel betrayed by me." Nothing could be further from the truth, my splendid idiot. "But I couldn't miss the chance to be with you the way I've always wanted since we first spoke in Singapore in 2018," said Carlos, with tears in his eyes.
And that last sentence made Charles' eyes widen so much that, for a long moment, he was afraid they would pop out and explode.
The two of them had known each other for five years, they had been teammates at Ferrari for the last three. Carlos was the person he spent most time with in the world, and Charles never realized that Carlos was attracted to him or he had feelings for him.
Never.
He knew that their relationship was unique and special, incomparable to any other he had ever had in his life, but suffering from his painful omega condition in an alpha world had made him blind for the umpteenth time to Carlos and his sentiments towards him.
God, he should have apologized for everything he had subjected Carlos to without being aware of it.
"I'm here, in front of you, today, so you can finally choose on your own what to do," Carlos said, placing his hands on Charles's lap. His nose perceived that Carlos' smell was turning sour - it was certainly due to the agitation and fear he was feeling.
The entire situation was pure nonsense for Charles, so he tried to stroke his face to calm him down, but Carlos dodged. Almost as if he still didn't feel worthy of even a caress on his cheek if Charles hadn't listened to what he wanted from him and chose what to do.
"You can yell at me, kick me out, even ask Ferrari to send me away. Me lo merito. I will accept whatever decision you make," he said, his Spanish accent leaking heavily from every single word. "Or, if I'm lucky, I would like to fulfill my love for you."
His words made Charles skip a heartbeat.
Shit, he wanted nothing more from Carlos than to be courted by him and to be welcomed as his future mate - that was the complete realization he was talking about.
He just wanted to start their life together as soon as he stopped talking baseless insanity.
"Whatever happens between us, I just want you to know that our four days spent in Monaco were the best of my life. Having you with me like that was the best gift I could ever receive, te lo juro," Carlos concluded with an agitated breathing, as some tears started running down his cheeks.
Charles slowly approached his face, as if he were dealing with a wounded and frightened animal, and wiped those tears with his fingers, heartbrokenly. The very thought that Carlos thought all those untrue things about himself, about how their love was born, about their future together, crumbled his soul.
Mon Dieu, how could Charles ever be disappointed that the person who made him feel so good was Carlos, his own teammate?
It was precisely for that very reason that that sense of absurd familiarity had sprung in him and he totally lose his head for his alpha. This was why Charles instinctively trusted him and entrusted him body and soul with an ease he had never experienced before.
All the care, sweetness, kindness, small attentions Carlos had always reserved for him in Ferrari had simply translated into the bedroom between them, giving life to something new in an explosive way.
The unique chemistry that had been established between the two of them in Monaco during Charles' heat was the mere consequence of what had always been unknowingly between them and had never had a chance to emerge in a new context.
Carlos was the most important person in Ferrari for Charles, as well as one of the dearest in his life as well as his family and Pierre.
From the first moment they met, Carlos had done nothing but make him feel happy, protected, safe.
Only an incredible person like Carlos could ever volunteer to help him during a delicate moment like a sudden and unscheduled heat, without wanting anything in return - even if Charles suspected that Silvia had been his accomplice behind the not-so-random FIA selection of Carlos as his mysterious partner.
Carlos had entered his Monaco hotel room knowing very well that he would have found Charles there. He had wanted to do it for himself and for him, and this situation of apparent advantage had destroyed him over time, he could see it on his features.
But Charles really knew how Carlos was deep inside. How could he not have rejoiced that he was exactly everything he had ever wanted, in and out of the bed they shared as alpha and omega?
At that point, Charles placed his fingers on Carlos's face and began to caress him gently, while Carlos looked at him in dismay.
Almost as if he had ruined everything between them, when he had just revealed him the best news he could ever aspire to.
Charles continued to cuddle him, hoping to be able to soothe him with his touch, and decided to tell him his truth.
"When you set foot in my suite in Monaco, your smell flooded me. It was exquisite, it was familiar, and it won me over. Now I understand why..." Charles paused for a few seconds to wet his dry lips before starting to speak to him again. "I even thought it was my heat that was pushing me to have sex with a stranger without hesitation. But it was simply due to the fact that it was you."
It was always you, Carlos. I felt it, perhaps, somewhere inside me. When I imagined what you looked like. When I didn't want to say goodbye to you. When I wanted you again by my side more than anything else in the world.
Charles stuck his fingers through Carlos' black hair - it was gorgeous and soft just as he remembered it.
"How can you say I'm disappointed in you? You are my teammate, you are my partner. You're the person who always pushes me to give my best," he whispered to him in a voice broken by the tears he felt come out of his eyes and cascade down his cheeks. "You have the kindest soul I have ever known. How can you think that I may believe that you have somehow taken advantage of me?"
Just saying such a thing out loud was the worst blasphemy in the world for Charles.
Carlos had helped him, protected him, loved him in Monaco.
His omega felt this truth deep inside. That's why he went crazy for him.
"You made my heat, something I had spent five years dreading, a wonderful experience. Your body was my lifeline... without you, I would have gone mad on my own," Charles said with such a determination that would not accept any kind of response from Carlos, who continued to look at him like a terrified little bird. "You even gave me a shirt of yours impregnated with your scent to make me feel better, do you remember?"
Carlos nodded, and something in his dark eyes melted. Maybe Charles was finally convincing him that he had anything to fear, or to be ashamed of, or feel guilty for.
Anything at all, for fuck's sake!
"Why do you think I desperately wanted you to have you back with me today? Who, in this world, is willing to treat an omega as an equal, like you did to me? If I hadn't made you promise to meet again, you would never have told me that you actually were my alpha, I know that."
Charles was sure of this fact: Carlos would take the secret away with him forever, in his stubborn silence. He would never confess neither his love for him nor what had really happened between them.
"And this is exactly the opposite of taking advantage of someone, in my opinion. You loved me, you gave me constant and endless pleasure and relief. You saved me," and what Charles was telling him was the one and only truth. "Now would you let me save you in turn and start something new between us we both want so badly?"
His question stunned Carlos, who stared at him in total amazement. As if in his head he had written another ending for them, one very different from the real that was actually taking place for their story.
"Are you really sure about all of this? Davvero? Maybe you didn't expect it to be- "
Charles laughed and put an index finger on his lips - oh God, how soft were his lips? And now they would become his forever - to keep him from saying more bullshit.
"Will you stop now, per favore? Did I run screaming out of this room when I saw you were my alpha?"
Mon Dieu, Charles would never run away from Carlos. A million steel wires bound their souls, their bodies, and their heads by now.
The omega inside him was overflowing with joy, and he simply couldn't wait to reunite with his beloved alpha.
"I am here, physically and emotionally naked in front of you, in case you didn't realize this. And I'm so happy, feel it," was all Charles told him before he grabbed Carlos's right hand and placed it on his chest, over his heart that galloped like a free horse without reins.
"Can you hear it? My heart is out of control. For you, because I'm fucking delighted that you are my alpha."
And it was the truth. Fuck, if it was the whole truth.
"Do you know what I want right now? Kissing you. Then I would like us to make love for hours on this bed and for you not to leave me even for a second during my heat," Charles spoke dreamily. "And fuck that bullshit about not sleeping together unless we are officially mated. By now, you and I know it's only a matter of time before it happens."
Carlos's face became like Munch's The Scream - basically, his mouth opened in shock with genuine surprise, after hearing what Charles had just told him.
"D-do you want me after these four days of heat together to court you and bite you? D-do you want me to make you my mate?" Carlos asked in the most shocked voice Charles had ever heard in his entire life.
Charles did nothing but caress him everywhere as much as he could before taking his hands and making him sit next to him on the mattress. It was so odd that he was stark naked and Carlos still dressed, but they would have solved the matter in no time.
There were no problems in this regard: Charles would have undressed him, Carlos would have wrapped him with his body and they would have finally lived his heat together, without any fear.
God, it was so good for Charles to feel the weight of his alpha back at his side. It was so beautiful to be able to look at him freely, as he had always dreamed. It was so nice to be surrounded by his smell and to feel it enveloping every single muscle of his body. It was so amazing to finally know what shape his lips had, or to set the color of his eyes in his own memory.
The omega inside Charles was at the peak of his own contentment, and Charles felt like crying over the shameless luck that had happened to him.
In his mind, he was merging his alpha with Carlos, in a perfect fusion operation that was having love as the only final result.
It was like having a new person next to him, who was already part of himself and his existence at the same time.
Charles couldn't really believe the wonderful gift his life had bestowed on him - and this was repaying him for years of inner torment for his omega condition, which actually was the best thing that could ever happen to him.
"Tu cosa ne dici?" Charles whispered into Carlos's face as he brushed his freckled nose with his own, in a intimate gesture he had always wished he could do again. They looked into each other's eyes and, in the meantime, Charles's hands went to strip Carlos of whatever stupid piece of fabric he was currently wearing that was preventing him from being as naked as he was.
Merde, Charles wanted his alpha, and he wanted him now, more than ever.
"You can have anything you want from me... you've always had it," Carlos announced to Charles, stroking his face and then sliding down his hands on his shoulders. His fingers were leaving a long, delicate trail of boiling heat like lava on Charles's skin, who was literally dying under his touch.
Charles approached Carlos's lips and said one last thing before finally kissing them for the first time and thus sealing their love.
"And you've always had me, even if I didn't know it."
And then he closed the distance between their mouths and their hearts forever.