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In his dreams, he is a child again and his brothers are ahead running after one another; Charles wants to follow but his stride follows his father’s because the man is holding his hand, guiding him along, saying something to him that he doesn’t hear. It is a crowded street and soon he sees his mother’s bright smile, she nags both Lorenzo and Arthur and for some reason that puts a smile on his face. Something is at the tip of his tongue, he opens his mouth to speak but instead freezes on the spot when his nose catches a whiff of an incredibly sweet scent unlike any other. His heart skips a beat, he whips his head to follow but the memory cuts to black and he can’t recall anymore of it.
Instead consciousness returns to him with a lure of that similar scent; it’s all over surrounding him like a warm blanket and Charles can’t help but nuzzle deeper into it. His childhood days fade into his mind and what’s left is a horizon of the sea, the sound of a ship’s engine and loud wind in his ears.
Where does this ship take him? Why was he on board anyway?
Someone calls his name; gentle and soft, barely a whisper.
Who is it?
He doesn’t know anyone who could bring him such comfort—
“Charles.”
Charles blinks awake and it is sea blue eyes and messy blonde hair that greets him. Not a second later, Max kisses his forehead, talking about resting and how a couple of days have rolled by just like that. The words bring him no deep understanding, memories still fuzzy with mangles of dreams and the past. It is a lot to take in but even with blanks, he still feels safe… only because he’s tucked in bed with Max Verstappen right next to him.
This person is the enemy yet Charles knows deep in his heart that Max would throw his life in a heartbeat for him and would even fight both heaven and hell to have him. It should scare him because such obsession isn’t love– he pushes himself up on his elbows before bringing his hand to his head, feeling the weight of it as he tries to move.
A rattle of a chain catches his attention, he tugs the blanket off his body and of course, he’s washed up and naked under the covers. Max also makes good on his promise because there’s indeed a large chain around his left ankle and it connects to the bed frame.
“Really?” he deadpans with a bit of a glare “...You already bit me… there is…” he tries to continue speaking but genuinely feels weak like his head is going to split. Right before he falls, it is Max’s hand that stables him from the back, patting soothing circles while he coos at him like he’s some kind of baby.
Charles wants to push him away but he finds no energy to do it; he ends up slumping against Max’s bare chest, feeling the warmth and hearing his steady heartbeat. He hates how much comfort it brings him. He loathes how his heart races just the same when he was on that cruise. Why couldn’t Max just be the simple man that Franz is? Then this would all be easier. If they just fell in love on that cruise and enjoyed the days together. Charles would’ve fought Ferrari and his brothers to keep that love.
Of all people, why did he have to be the Dutch Lion?
“The Doctor says you’ll be very weak because your body is fighting itself now… part of it has been affected by the drugs thinking you’re an Alpha. The other part just received my bite and is trying to undo history. They ran a blood test… it will be easier to leave you and let your Omega side go dormant… it will… hurt you less.”
At this point, he knows this psychotic bastard well enough to know he would never choose that option.
“...And I’m guessing… you’re here to stop that?” Charles slowly cranes his neck to look Max in the eyes and the Alpha merely stares down at him with a cold gaze, “Yes. You are my Omega and you’ve taken my bite… your body will react when I call to it. It will want, it will need… and I will make you beg.”
Charles feels his body grow hot just because he’s inhaling Max’s scent.
“I’ve taken enhancers for my scent…”
This is dangerous.
His mouth waters and he chokes back a whimper from his throat.
“I’ve also taken a shot for my rut…”
The logical part of his head still defies it; he feels disgusted with warning bells ringing but Charles knows he’s not given a choice. Max lays his back down on the mattress, gently strokes his hair and cheek, shifting his own body on top to cage the weak Omega in between. He goes for a kiss and Charles, being a bit defiant moves his face on the final second so Max misses his lips and lands a peck on the side of his mouth instead. It’s not a playful move yet the Alpha smiles widely as if this is something fun. He retaliates by force, guiding Charles’ chin forward and gives him the kiss he’s been aching for.
For every refusal, it seems to turn the Alpha on like it’s some sick twisted game; the more Charles denies, the harder Max persists. Grumbles and glares are rewarded with licks and pecks. Scowls and huffs are returned with praises and compliments. Every ‘no’ flies over his head and all negative body language is ignored as he pleases. With each passing second it gets harder to deny his own arousal; the wandering hands caress across his abs, over his thighs, up his chest while Max’s mouth sensually sucks on his neck, lays wet kisses on his nipples, sucking and lapping the nubs until they’re soaked and perky for attention.
Even if he has his strength, he’s not sure if he will push Max away… there’s memories of the first time they shared together on the ship; the Alpha’s scent is stronger now, his shoulders looking broader, hair a little longer, voice a little deeper yet this is still the same captivating obsessive man. Everything becomes a feverish blur; his body is on fire, chest heaving for air, back arching up for touches, cock trembling and dripping pre-cum, his hole clenching around nothing.
The concentrated scent is luring him to false safety— “M-Max!” Charles sobs when the Alpha sucks on his cock, bobbing his head rigorously, teasing the tip by swirling his tongue against the slit, roughly lapping and teasing until Charles’ entire body seizes up and he ejaculates early inside Max’s mouth. “Missed me?” he teases with a smirk, “It’s not the same once you’ve slept with your mate isn’t it? The compatibility is different. Did you think about me at night? Did you dream of me? My hands, my cock…. Do you often remember the night I took your virginity?”
Charles feels his cheeks flush, guilty as charged even when he won’t admit it verbally.
“I don’t remember it at all…” He lies through his teeth, attempting to anger the Alpha but Max remains calm, a smile still on his face when he says, “That’s okay… I’ll make you remember it this time.”
-O-O-O-
A whine cut off when his face hits the pillows, Max’s large hand tangling in his curly brown locks, pushing him down, forcing him in yet another vulnerable position for him to take his cock again. Time drags on differently; the Alpha blows him, licks him, fingers him, fucks him missionary, fucks him from the side and now takes him from behind like it’s easy and it’s meant to be. A steady stream of cum drips down Charles’ trembling thighs, he’s been taking load after load with no breaks in between.
Whatever drug Max administered in his own system is pushing his limits. “N-No more—” Charles’ voice squeaks brokenly when he feels Max’s cock nudge his open hole again, a moment later the large length is stuffed snugly inside pulsing wet walls. His own cock wept pathetically, he physically cannot orgasm anymore yet Max’s hand still comes around to stroke his sensitive cock. It’s a never ending cycle of pleasure in the Alpha’s hands until the entire room reeks of sex and their fluids soak the sheets below them.
“Slow down…” he begged, “C-can’t.” he said, “P-please….” he whimpered.
Close to ripping the bed sheets under his hands, Charles feels the stretch of a knot and he immediately fights with newfound strength and panic. He hears a warning growl when he crawls away, barely half off the hard length when Max’s hands grab his hips roughly and slams him back down the entirety of it, keeping him still and steady. “Be good.” Max grunts by his ear, they’re flushed together but he keeps pulling him closer, using just enough force to make Charles whimper and scream at the feeling of the knot expanding.
It grows impossibly big and physically he aches just taking it all. To make matters worse, Max puts his palm flat against Charles’ protruding belly, whispers some bullshit nonsense about getting Charles pregnant for real this time. He was both relieved and disappointed to know about the lie but now he’s confident they can live out this truth. Like the crazy bastard that he is, he makes a pleadge about never using condoms, promises to diligently fuck Charles every day and every night, wanting nothing more than to have a cute family with him.
1 puppy would be too lonely, 2 is never enough, 3 is an odd number, 4 or more would be sufficient.
Charles’ dick weakly twitches, spurting short and empty to dry orgasms after all the sex meanwhile Max treats him like a cum dump, filling him up until it leaks around the edges and Charles feels his stomach full.
This isn't a normal rut cycle… The Omega slumps on the bed like a doll off its strings, just a few minutes before Max folds his thighs to his chest, holding him open and sinking into the messy heat once more. Over time, Charles’ head stops thinking, he just feels and moves to Max’s liking. His throat only good for sounds, body only good for sex and hole perfect to take in another fresh load of potent Alpha seed.
It’s stupid. It’s crazy. But between the wet obscene sounds of skin against skin coupled with Max’s ragged breathing, Charles feels content—- it feels good. He feels satisfied. Cock wrung dry, ass debauched and ruined— and his womb….fuck… it’s filled and full— he can feel the excess of it, he can hear how messy it is after a few rounds, and Max shows no signs of stopping.
-O-O-O-
Charles doesn’t know when he passed out, but he knows when he blinks awake, his vision is weird; there’s a continuous rocking movement that makes the ceiling look weird. It takes a heartbeat longer to realize it isn’t his sight problem, his body is the one moving this way. The warmth from Max’s body feels stronger now, and his face is hidden in the crook of Charles’ neck, breathing only the sweet scent of his mate to fuel his desires.
Merde, he’s been fucking me while I was passed out?
Charles knows Max has always been single minded and obsessed with him– it shouldn’t be arousing but it is. They’re both more than a little crazy. Their illegal occupation painted more grey areas in their life than one. The Omega whines softly when his very abused sweet spot is nudged, Max realizes Charles is awake, he looks at him, blue eyes smoldering with a deep gaze, he kisses his lips sensually while his hips continue onwards and back. Charles moans into it, mouth open for Max to slide his tongue in.
“Charles.” Max says softly, face scrunched up in pleasure, “Charles…” he repeats, more broken this time, “Charles….Charles… Charles…” his hips are moving faster with each call of his name. “Mate.” The word sounds punched out of him, filled with so much emotion that the Omega actually starts tearing up.
Charles puts his hands on Max’s back, for once, holds him close when the Alpha’s thrust grows erratic; the truth is that he feels sad to know his family deceived him, he feels hurt that he lost his true self, and he’s so fucking depressed that his mate suffered so much because of him. Between all the schemes and lies, it is Max’s endless devotion that has kept their fates afloat, else he would’ve lived a loveless life full of lies and deceit. Sure, he would’ve been happy to fulfil his destiny as the Sun of Maranello but when glory is out of the picture, what else is left? He also has dreams of a family, of good friends, of a slow life somewhere near the sea but away from the bustling city of Monaco.
It scares him still that within the claws of the Dutch Lion is where he finds the most comfort.
“Max…” he blinks the tears away, awfully emotional, he blames it on his judgement being clouded with pleasure and his messy heart from both his Alpha and Omega side at war.
They seal it with a kiss as Max gives the last few slams of his hips before he stills, ejaculating hot and ample inside his Omega again.
-O-O-O-
The next time he wakes, there’s body warmth all over him again but he’s no longer in any kind of compromising positions, instead, he’s just being embraced by the very ‘scary’ and ‘intimidating’ Dutch Lion who’s snoring away. Charles moves slowly, feeling his muscles ache from the heavy sex, he moves Max’s limbs away, careful not to wake him and to his surprise, he realizes the ankle chain has been removed. Perhaps, Max wanted him to sleep soundly without hearing it at every movement.
Charles gets out of bed, limps to the connecting bathroom even though he’s cleaned and bathed already. When did Max find so much time and effort to bed and clean him? Charles doesn't know but he’s thankful to not wake with dry cum on his body.
Reaching the bathroom at incredibly slow speed, he steadies himself by the sink, eyes finally looking at himself through the mirror.
Max… is…. Truly a man of his words.
Charles sees the hickeys on his skin, the light bruises of marks that still makes him shiver from the memory. A very possessive Alpha. He is an odd one– Tossing the thought away, he decides to run himself a warm bath, uncaring whether the blonde wakes or not, Charles will do as he likes.
After a very long and relaxing bath, he throws a robe on himself, barely taking two steps before Max is standing there waiting for him.
“Good morning.”
“Morning.” Charles grumbles in return, he tries to walk pass but fumbles a bit and Max swoops in to carry him instead. An insult hangs heavy on his tongue, close to speaking his mind however decides against it simply because his legs are tired and it is always funny to see Max Verstappen so eager to make him happy.
There is a large spread of food on the table when Max gently sets Charles down on the plush sofa, he asks him to have some fruits, to drink some warm tea, to eat whatever he wants because he needs the energy. It is true, his body is weak and he feels it too. The Monegasque does as he’s told, even allowing the Alpha to feed him some fruits from his hand. He remembers the time they were on the cruise again… the blonde always attends to him every need and whims… it must be his love language or something.
After food, Max catches Charles by surprise by handing him a notebook and a pen, “Who else would you like me to kill?” He smiles warmly and then the Omega remembers his entire grand scheme was to frame Binotto as a traitor, taking the opportunity to wipe clean his influence from Ferrari. With no guilt, he jots down names and locations for Max to strike.
“...I will return to Ferrari eventually… I…I am not an Omega for you to keep in your bedroom forever.” he punctuates his thoughts with a full stop on the notebook.
“I never expect anything less.” The Dutch Lion takes the book, scans through the detail before he closes it and sets it aside, “I told you… you can do anything you want as long as it’s within my reach and my sight.”
“Is that why you removed the chain?”
Max chuckles, “Honestly, that was just for us to get in the mood…you cannot leave, not until I say so.”
“And when will that be?”
“After I kill everyone for you.”
He says it so easily… so lovingly… so sweetly like some devoted husband running an errand for his lover. Charles stabs a meatball with strength, feeling bitter and sour inside his heart.
Not long later there’s a knock on the door and Max checks on it first before he allows the guest in. He introduces the person as a doctor of the gang and Charles gets no say about his check-up. This might be the only person alive that can touch him without Max wanting to slice his head into tiny pieces and yet the doctor still looks so nervous that he handles Charles with such gentleness.
“...I would suggest not being so rough…” the doctor clears his throat, gives Max a side eye, in which the Alpha merely raises an eyebrow, “I wasn’t rough, we were simply very loving.” he defends his case.
“Yes… then maybe love him a little softer…..”
The doctor sets some pills down on the table, just looking at the bottle of medication makes Charles feel uneasy. Drugs… again? In his mind, he starts to doubt again. All the delicious food on the table, were they spiked? The water… the drinks… even the fruits Max had fed him just now… were they laced with foreign substance? He spirals into a bottomless pit, feeling queasy and nausea.
Before he can excuse himself, it is the Alpha who grabs the bottles in his hands and out of Charles’ sight. He mumbles his thanks and hurries the professional out the door. When Max returns to the table, he doesn’t bring the medication back with him for reasons unknown.
Charles is silent, he doesn’t feel hungry anymore and by some kind of luck, Max doesn’t ask him about it. The Alpha just takes a seat next to him, kisses his forehead and gently holds him close so the Omega could take in his calming scent.
“...What are you thinking about, Charles?”
“My escape plan.” He lies, closing his eyes, hating the fact that he’s comfortable in Max’s arms.
“There’s two guards by the door…. 5 down the hallway… then 12 down the stairs… hound dogs and their guards make rounds every 15 minutes… then you’ll reach the gates where 25 more people are stationed around the estate… if you make it that far, you should go for the garage and steal a vehicle… if you drive out, you’ll have to be careful of my men just before the main roads too…”
Charles narrows his eyes; why is Max telling him all of this?
“But I’ll never make it that far right? You’re here.”
The first person he needs to get through.
Max places another kiss on Charles’ forehead, “That’s true.”
“And I’m sure you have all the doors locked.”
The Alpha holds Charles’ hand, locking their fingers together, “Would you believe me if I said this room door isn’t locked?” The Monegasque’s eyes darted over to the large wooden door as if he could tell just by staring.
Max brings his hand up to his lips and kisses the back of it, Charles holds his gaze.
“You can find out for yourself if you’re not too sore to walk after I’m done…”
Ah yes, the continuation from yesterday—
How could Charles forget… the Alpha is a man of his words afterall.