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Nico wouldn’t consider himself a particularly jealous person, except that would be a lie.
He’s always been very possessive of what’s his, ever since he was a child. The struggle of being an only child, he supposes. That possessiveness never changed as he grew up, it just shifted. Instead of being for his toys, it was for people. It was for Lewis. He saw Lewis as his. His friend, his enemy, his rival, his lover. It didn’t matter what stage of their relationship they were in, Lewis always belonged to him before he belonged to anyone else.
Maybe that was why it pissed him off so much when people started talking about the rivalry between Lewis and Max.
Max couldn’t truly be Lewis' rival. He didn’t know him well enough to be his rival, didn’t know how to get under his skin the way Nico did. They didn’t have the history the two of them had. Part of him wonders whether Lewis is fucking Max, though, because he’s always loved a challenge. The thought makes Nico’s blood boil, though, so he pushes it away. He doesn’t like thinking about other people that have gotten to see Lewis like that, even if he knows he’s not the only one.
Maybe that’s why he finds him after a particularly fierce race, to remind him who he belongs to, because while he might be racing overs on the track, he will always be Nico’s first and foremost.
They haven’t spoken in a while, but his key still works on Lewis motorhome, so he lets himself in. Lewis is already in there, and he looks up when he hears Nico enter, expression becoming guarded when he sees who it is. Nico hates that, but he focuses on the fact that Lewis hasn’t told him verbally to leave yet.
“Did you know that apparently, Max is your greatest rival? Imagine my surprise when that was said, because I could've sworn that was me.”
Lewis rolls his eyes, like he finally understands why Nico is here.
“Here to stake your claim?”
Nico grins at the phrasing. Lewis really does know him far too well, as much as he tries to pretend they don’t know every inch of each other’s psyches. He takes a step closer and Lewis stays where he is, letting Nico close the gap slowly. There's a tension in the room, heavy and filled with promise of what’s to come. Nico brings a hand up to cup Lewis’ face and Lewis flinches ever so slightly before leaning into it, like he was scared Nico was going to hit him.
“I’m here to remind you that no matter what people say, you’re mine.”
Lewis takes a shuddery breath at that and steps even closer, barely an inch between them as they breathe in the air from each other’s mouths. Nico is the one who closes the distance, because he has to do everything here, it seems, crashing their lips together in a biting kiss. It’s harsh and rough, and their teeth knock against each other in an effort to fight for dominance despite both of them knowing exactly who’s in charge here. Lewis only resists for a few seconds, a playful type of resistance that Nico knows from when he doesn’t want to admit what he wants. It means he's just as into this as Nico is, but he refuses to acknowledge it, wanting Nico to force the admission from him.
Nico drags himself away from the kiss with a harsh bite to Lewis’ lower lip before moving to trail his lips over his jaw and down his neck, he wastes no time sucking a mark just above one of Lewis’ tattoos, grinning at the way he feels Lewis’ throat bob at the action. He grazes his teeth over the same spot before biting down harshly, pulling away to admire the indents his teeth made. It's going to bruise, and it's high enough that Lewis can’t cover it, even if he wanted to. It makes Nico ridiculously smug to picture Lewis walking around with his mark on him, and that’s what incentivises him to leave more.
He bites his way down Lewis’ throat, revelling in every whimper and whine he drags from Lewis with his teeth. He pulls back to admire his work and is pleased when he notices some of the marks already starting to darken. He stands back to tug Lewis' shirt off and groans at the sight of him exposed to him, even if he’s still wearing trousers. The trousers don’t last long, and neither do the tight pair of boxers under them, leaving Lewis naked while Nico stands there fully clothed. It makes a rush of power run to Nico’s head at the fact that he has Lewis exactly where he wants him. No one else would ever get Lewis like this, this submissive. Nico is the only one who gets to see him like this and the thought is a heady one.
Nico turns Lewis around and bends him over the couch, reaching for the drawer next to it, knowing that Lewis keeps a bottle of lube there just in case. He stretches him quickly, because he wants Lewis to feel it, wants him to be reminded who did this to him every time he sits down. He grips Lewis’ hips hard enough to bruise and presses in slowly, grinning at the way Lewis swears at the stretch. Nico will admit, he imagined their first time after so long being softer than this, but he also knows himself well enough to know that it was always going to be like this. Soft can wait until they actually talk things through.
Nico fucks into Lewis as a brutal pace, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the motorhome along with the moans and grunts of Lewis as he takes what Nico gives him. He smacks Lewis' ass at one point, reaching to grab Lewis’ hair and tug his head back after.
“Who’s your greatest rival, Lew?”
“Y-you are.”
“And who do you belong to?”
“You!”
“Good boy.”
Nico fucks into Lewis a few more times before reaching to wrap a hand around Lewis’ cock, jerking him off with rough, fast movements until he’s clenching around Nico and coming over the sofa below him. Nico swears at the sudden tightness and his thrusts stutter as he chases his own orgasm, fucking Lewis through his like he’s just a toy. Eventually he cums, pulling out to watch as his cum leaks out of Lewis’ hole. His hips have dark bruises from Nico’s fingertips and his neck is covered with Nico’s teeth. He looks well and truly claimed. Nico brings his thumb to stroke over one of the bruises on Lewis’ neck and Lewis hisses at the contact, even as he tilts his head to give Nico more space.
“You’ll always be mine, won’t you, Lewis?”
All he gets is a nod in response, but it's enough for Nico.