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A pained whimper snapped the Alpha right out of his sleep, immediately Max is awake and accessing the situation of his mate in his arms. Charles’ eyes are still closed, he tosses a bit, brows furrowed with sweat apparent around his hairline, clearly in some kind of distress. The Alpha kisses his forehead, gently shaking his shoulder and calling out his name in the gentlest tone until beautiful green eyes meet his gaze.
The doctor did say Charles would have a lot of headaches and nightmares; something about an inner conflict of the mind and soul. Max lays another soft kiss on his warm cheek, reminding his mate that this is his true reality instead.
“Omega.” He nuzzles closer, allowing Charles’ sleepy head to scent him until he fully calms down. On a more private note, the doctor had mentioned not to let his Omega become too dependent on him especially when it comes to emotional and physical relief, Max had nodded like he understood but that advice fell to deaf ears. He would like it if his mate became very dependent on him so he’s been making himself a quick relief as if Max Verstappen is the solution to all of Charles’ problems.
It’s somewhat true; Max positions himself as a mate that is only a reach away and more than willing to fulfil any requests in his power. He’ll play the villain in anyone’s story so long as he’s the hero in Charles’--- he would do any fucking thing—-
Another whimper makes his heart ache, Max leans down to kiss Charles’ soft lips, and when they part willingly he slips his tongue inside, effectively distracting his beloved Omega from impending thoughts. Every day he sees some progress, Max is pleased with Charles’ scent changing and his neediness becoming more and more apparent. It is cute. It is adorable. It is…
“...M-Max…” Charles calls out with a reach of his hand and Max immediately holds onto it, gently moving his thumb over the palm to caress him softly, “Yes, Charles?”
“What do you need? Water? Food? Fruits? My cock?” He supplies all the answers but none of them satisfies his mate because Charles simply averts his gaze, moving his hand as if it burned him. It was probably the last suggestion that struck a nerve in him.
Still beautifully stubborn.
Max watches on as Charles yanks the blankets over his head, turning away and trying to ignore the Alpha to the best of his ability. To that, the Dutchman chuckles, lays back in his spot to give the brunette the space he wants because it really doesn’t matter. Once he falls back asleep, his natural instincts will chase after the scent of his mate and when dawn arrives, they’ll be tangled in the sheets together yet again.
-O-O-O-
As he expects, Charles is cuddled up against him in the morning soundly resting with no signs of any nightmares. Max appreciates these little joys the most, remembering their shared time on the cruise and how lucky he is that his mate is now by his side. The more he thinks, the more possessive he gets. If he’s being honest, the drug he took for his rut is genuinely detrimental to him physically and emotionally but Max believes this is his best bet by using himself as bait and he doesn’t want to burden Charles’ body anymore than it already has.
His inner wolf howls hungry, repeating in his head how he should breed his mate again and again. It would be so fun to hold Charles down and fuck him senseless until he’s dripping with cum and begging Max to stop but that has been done already and he knows his little Omega likes the taste of him very much… Today's mission… is the exact opposite.
Purposefully he waits for Charles’ to wake and he greets as usual with a smile but there’s no kiss, instead he just moves the Omega’s limbs away from his body so he can get out of bed. If there’s irritation or a notice in the brunette, he doesn’t say so. Max washes up in the bathroom, dresses casually and turns on the TV for the news while they wait for breakfast. Dutifully, he ensures Charles has an ample amount of food on his plate, and surprisingly Charles doesn’t fight Max on this or maybe he barely realizes with his eyes fixed on the television.
Usually, they fuck after waking up, but if they don’t, it would be after breakfast or so. Charles looks almost expectedly when Max stands up from the sofa; tensing up and eyes on the Alpha in front of him but Max just strides away to grab his phone instead. A glint appears in his eyes when he notices the drop in the Omega’s shoulders, as if he was disappointed at the lack of advances.
Max mutters a brief goodbye before he leaves the room to get some work done; Daniel would very much prefer if he stayed away from everyone else because his rut hormones are not helping anyone but Max being Max just discarded his comment. After ensuring another higher up in Ferrari receives their brutal punishment, he gets a bit of paperwork completed before heading for the gym, sweating out his endless need to fuck Charles Leclerc to tears– it lasts an hour longer than usual and still it is not enough.
He refuses to relieve himself, hoping his patience will bear fruit soon and he’ll knot his little precious Omega and cum dump inside him until he’s leaking all over. Max palms the front of his gym shorts, willing his cock to submission before heading back into his room even when there’s a perfectly working shower connected to the gym area.
Charles’ eyes are on him when he walks through the door and he even sees his Adam's apple bob up and down with a swallow. It must be a treat for all his senses except touch and taste. Sight, because Max knows he looks good with his messy damp blonde hair falling over his face. Smell since his Alpha hormones must be sending all kinds of signals and insistent need to his fated one. Hearing the light panting and grunting of the man who has tired himself working out. Given any other Omega, they would’ve dropped to their knees to worship him but Charles is… never that easy.
Max puts on a show, takes off the shirt clinging to his body, showing off his toned muscles glistening with sweat then he tugs his pants and boxers off, clearly half hard and interested but he won’t let his plan go to waste. The Alpha goes for a cold shower, steering his resolve for a better one when he finishes with a towel just loosely clinging onto his waist. Charles has made his attraction very apparent since they were on the cruise together so Max is simply maximizing his charm and charisma.
He bites down a comment and a smirk when he smells the Omega’s sexual urges in the air. Adorable. He takes a glance but Charles is looking away, hands squeezing into a fists while Max continues ignoring his needs.
“Did you rest well today?”
“Yeah.” Very quick, no fuss reply, almost impatient.
“Good. The Doctor says rest is important.”
“Yeah.” He’s not really paying attention is he?
Max exaggerates his movements, using a smaller towel to dry his blonde locks, letting the water droplets slide down the pane of his chest to his hips. He disappears to the walk-in closet, eyes scanning his selections before he picks out a full black formal suit.
“Don’t wait for me tonight.” he says when he walks out partially dressed.
“Yeah.” Charles mutters absentmindedly before he catches himself “W-what?”
“I’ll be late.”
“Oh…I’m not going to wait for you…even if… you’re early or late… you can do whatever you want.” he says like he doesn’t care but never explicitly says so.
Max smiles, “Okay.”
Not even a second later, there’s a question “Where are you going?”
Their eyes meet for a long time, “There’s a client I need to meet tonight.”
“In your rut?” Charles suddenly accuses, tone raised, sounding menacing.
“It’s important.”
“Dressed like that?” He sounds annoyed, irritated.
“It’s a formal event.”
The Omega is angry, annoyed, irritated, totally not accepting Max’s half excuse.
“...You’re going out… dressed like that… in your rut?” He repeats all the information Max had just handed to him, the Alpha merely nods while straightening his tie, “That’s right. I’ll be late… I have a very important client to meet… it might drag on so I’ll be back in the morning. Don’t wait for me and sleep well.”
Max hears a huff behind him so he turns to see the Omega’s very angry face.
So cute.
“...Who is this important client?”
“Someone from the Mercedes Gang, they have… a proposition for me. More land to acquire and whatnot…”
“Do you even need more? When you take over Ferrari’s, there will be plenty.” Charles scoffs at him, clearly unhappy with his greed.
“Every inch of Ferrari I take is for you, Charles. I will not be holding any for Red Bull… everything is yours.” He explains with ease, settling his cufflinks and styling his hair with gel.
“It cannot be so important you need to see them in your rut?”
“Maybe it is.”
“...Max.” Charles flat out punches the name out; jealous. “It is dangerous for you to go out in your rut.”
“What? You think an Omega will jump me? I will handle them.” Max stifles a laugh, trying to imagine any Omega even daring to attempt such a stunt. Charles seems to disagree with his lightheartedness, “You can’t go out smelling like that… you don’t know… what other Omegas will do.”
“Charles. What can they do? Pin me to the wall? Ride my cock against my will?”
“Maybe.”
Max chuckles loudly, shaking his head, “They will not. I won’t allow it.”
“What if they seduce you?” He snaps back, pacing towards Max and his scent souring but still possessively divine to the Alpha.
“I am not so easily seduced.” Max says with the intention to be proven wrong by his mate. It is insanely easy for Charles to make him fall to his knees, but he wants the Omega to feel the need to possess him similarly. The fire in those green eyes truly captivates him, Charles strides over, grabs Max by the collar, messing up his straightened tie and crashes their lips together.
Max’s inner wolf rejoices the expected outcome, he lets his back hit the wardrobe door when Charles pushes more of his strength on him, cornering him, smothering him with wet kisses that demand his attention and all of his love.
“I’ll let you go if you don’t get hard.” The very sly Omega whispers after separating from the kiss. “Prove to me you don’t get easily seduced.”
Before Max can utter back something smart, Charles drops to his knees and the Alpha knows he has totally devastatingly lost to the Monegasque beauty.
“Charles–”
Charles wastes no time, he mouths the tented fabric, bites the metal zipper with his tongue before he drags it down; with the opening he licks the boxer briefs where Max is obviously hard and achingly leaking pre-cum because he’s an Alpha in rut and his precious sexy jealous Omega is going to suck his cock.
“Do you really want to go…? Or do you want to stay here… with me? In bed?”
Go? Where would Max ever go to when his beloved sweet tempting little mate is here? That made up meeting with someone from Mercedes? That was just a lie to stir some drama. He wouldn’t go anywhere… not when his entire being belongs to Charles Leclerc.
Max pretends he’s not at all happy about it, repeating how the meeting is important to him and that he has no time for games. The more he denies, the bolder Charles gets.
They go back and forth until Max’s slacks and underwear pool at his bare feet, his hand tangled in Charles’ brown curly locks and the Omega’s mouth is stretched around the hard leaking length. He bobs his head back and forth, sucking expertly, licking everywhere, giving it so many sweet kisses and kitten licks until Max feels his legs buck at the feeling.
He won’t last long if this keeps up, “C-Charles… I’m going… to…be late.” Max riles him up again and Charles deep throats him out of spite.
The Alpha has to forcefully yank his head back, otherwise he would’ve cum down his throat. Charles glares at him, angry he didn’t get the taste of what he wanted. Max just wanted to stop himself from wasting his seed but Charles seems to take it as rejection.
Instead of waiting, he gets up on his feet and grabs the Alpha by the arm, dragging him to their bed and pushing him on it. Max watches with excitement, eyes fixed on the Omega taking his clothes off, climbing on the bed, straddling him in a manner that can only be described as seducing.
“…You got hard… so you’re not leaving.”
Max is right where he needs to be but the Omega doesn’t need to know that.
“The doctor says you need rest-“
“Don’t fucking lie to me. You wanted me every day… couldn’t even let another person look at me and now you won’t even touch me. This is another one of your stupid games.” Charles frustratedly tells him off, grabs the base of his cock and aligns it against his hole which Max can feel is already wet with slick.
Self produced slick. Omega slick.
He can barely think properly, Charles is producing slick again as he should. Max lets him set the pace, allowing his love to just sink around his cock, hearing the way he moans and forces it even deeper. He makes a mental note to never ever make Charles Leclerc jealous but that thought vanishes in a second when Charles starts riding aggressively.
He is taking all his negative emotions out on Max; grinding hard, squeezing and clenching to milk his cock empty.
”Fuck! Fuck! Charles! I’m going to knot—“ the Alpha growls, his hands moving to grope his thighs and claw into his hips. Charles glares, daring his mate to do exactly that, rolling and grinding with vigor like he was made to bounce on the Alpha’s cock.
”Charles!”
The way his eyes go wide, pupils dilate and his entire body freezes tells Max that regret flashes in him momentarily. The knot is big and though he has taken it before, this time feels different or more like he feels more sensitive when he’s been roughly fucking himself on it. His first instinct is to pull off, but Max squeezes his hips and drags him down- Charles fights but his legs are weak, just a simple slip and Max has him down on his cock completely.
”A-Ah…” A hand instinctively goes on his belly, the obvious protruding tells him exactly where the Alpha is inside him.
“Deep.” Max smirks. “Full?” He asks, and Charles nods as a reply, not trusting his voice. He falls forward, back bent when the knot starts catching against his rim; eyes glossy with tears, he whimpers and moans the Alpha’s name.
The sounds coming out of the Omega can only be described as sinful ecstasy, little gasps and hitches of his breath, high pitched whines and groans when the knot pops and stretches beyond its limit, locking them into place.
“Look at you… so stubborn for days… the second I mentioned anyone else you become like this…” he barely holds his mocking laughter, watching the Omega pathetically shift against the big knot, trying to get comfortable. “Of course… if you deny it maybe I’ll find a more willing Omega—“
Charles growls, a deep primal echoing in his chest; it’s a fucking warning. “If you ever talk about another Omega when I’m on your knot… Max Verstappen… I am going to kill-“ he shudders when he feels hot cum gushing inside him, followed with short tugs against his already stretched rim.
“You’re a sick bastard-“ Charles grabs a fitful of blonde hair, yanking up so Max will meet his eyes because they were so transfixed on the outline of his stomach.
“I am yours.” Max answers with a deranged look in those clear blues, “I am the only one for you forever. It feels good giving in to your instincts doesn’t it? You felt threatened. You felt possessive and for the first time you acted on it perfectly.”
”That’s not… what this is—“
“You wanted to claim me.”
”Max—“
“You thought of another Omega sitting on my knot and felt jealous so you decided to do it yourself… this is the correct reaction, Charles. You’re just protecting what belongs to you.”
”I….”
“Wouldn’t it break your heart if I disappeared?”
Charles’ eyes go wide, the fresh memory of paid about Max’s death is reminded yet again and his inner wolf hates it. “Don’t you ever do something like that again! I’ll actually….” his vision blurs and his breath hitches. “Don’t. Don’t play this emotional game with me, Max… you can fuck me, you can do whatever you want physically but don’t…. Don’t break my heart-“
He whimpers pitifully and Max feels the ache in his own.
The Dutchman lays a soft kiss on his lips, sealing like a promise, "I won't break your heart if you don't break mine."
And for what feels like the first time again, Charles reaches out to Max's cheek, cups it gently and kisses him in return.
-O-O-O-
Three impatient knocks on the door makes the Alpha glare at its direction; who dares disturb his precious time with his mate? Charles' whines are muffled by the pillow, partially wet with his tears and saliva. Max kisses the top of his head, and whispers that he'll only be gone for a bit. Charles probably doesn't mind if he's gone longer... especially after their intense love making thanks to Max's forced rut induced by drug, it is stronger than a natural one. Charles has done perfectly by enduring 5 of his knots, filled to the brim each time and now lays flat on the bed, completely exhausted.
The Alpha throws a bathrobe over himself, lazily ties the knot before he opens just an inch of the door to peek.
Unfortunately, it's Pierre Gasly.
The man's face scrunches up at the smell from the room, Max feels almost possessive about it.
"Can I see him?" He stretches his neck, hoping to catch a view but Max blocks it with his body.
"Gasly. You are... forgetting that I can get you killed in a second."
"...I haven't forgotten... I just... It's been too long... I only heard from Yuki that he's safe but... I haven't seen him. You've kept him locked up--"
"He's my mate." Max defend his own actions.
"He's a whole person!"
"Please leave, Gasly."
"C-Charles! Charles! Can you hear me!!?!"
Max hides a smile, knowing even if Charles could hear his friend, he couldn't reply anymore... not when his throat is hoarse from screaming and moaning Max's name.
"He's resting, Gasly."
"What about... the pups?"
The sudden question made Max freeze, he frowns and silence falls between them while Pierre expects the worst.
"...There was never any. We were both fooled on that part but... Charles is recovering fast... healthy and in condition to bear, so, it will be a matter of time." He says confidently, causing poor Pierre Gasly's jaw to go ajar.
"You... you're not forcing him are you- I need to see him-"
"Gasly... consider tonight a warning. Next time... I won't just kill you but also every guard who let you through."
And with that Max shuts the door with a lock behind him before return to bed when Charles is still splayed out beautifully, tired eyes blinking with sleep, body marked and bruised from all the love Max has given him. He sits on the edge of it, gently caressing his brown locks, "...W-who is it?" Charles' voice croaks the question.
"No one." Max replies because he will not have his Omega thinking of another man.
The look in Charles' eyes tells him he doesn't believe it but a second later he closes them and breathes deeply, trusting his mate's answer simply because Max said so.
"Okay."
Max smiles, with much adoration he continues patting Charles' soft brown locks.
"You are not going to ask more?"
"No." Charles grumbles, opening an eye to see Max's cheeky smile.
"What if it was some sexy Omega waiting outside the door?"
"...I'll kill them myself." Charles grumbles to the tease and it makes Max's heart bloom with pride.
Yes, maybe they can start a new life like this together.