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IT'S TOO MUCH FOR MAX , the amount of problems he has to face all stack up one after another. he doesn't know how to quite deal with the fact both the man obsessing over him in his career and his biggest rival wants to fuck his alpha ass

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────── AO3 VERSION

Max isn’t feeling the car anymore.

It doesn’t feel his. The way the wheel turns, how the engines fail to perform, the buttons don’t even listen to him. It’s stupid. It’s frustrating. Max feels like he’s inching closer to insanity because of a failing fucking car not doing what he wants. Qualifying is going to shit tomorrow, he already knows that.

Maybe it upsets him more because he feels the same way with himself sometimes. But thinking into that more would probably lead him to a spiral of said insanity.

“Max,” someone calls him as he’s trying to exit the paddock. It’s Toto.

“What do you want?” He just wants to leave. He wants to drown in his simracing and forget Formula 1 ever existed.

Toto doesn’t seem to care about his crisis. “Can I talk with you for a second?”

He knows where this is going. “Look mate, I told you million times before. I don’t want—”

“I know,” he sighs, “but I’m not so sure if your answer before will be the same as your answer now. If you don’t want to talk now, perhaps tomorrow. Just after qualifying, yes?”

Max could very well be simracing tomorrow. Hell, he could be finding some nice enough alpha to fuck him to oblivion.

He says, “Sure. But don’t think my mind would change.”

“I seriously doubt so.”

Toto leaves him. Max is torn apart.

When he gets back to the hotel an the comfort of his makeshift nest—something amateurish, not something a proper omega would even make when they were a wee little pup—he wants to bury himself in it forever.

He’s bare naked, uncomfortable in his own skin. The softness of pillows and the messiness of blankets is the only thing that tries to keep his thoughts tame. He needs this. He wants to keep this forever.

Nothing happens and he cries. A singular tear falls and suddenly he’s sobbing into the pillow.

Max isn’t an alpha—he is, technically. Yet that part of him feels like the most wrong part of him. Even then, he isn’t even an omega either. He hates his strong scent and masks it with blueberry in his own home. He hates the way his body is seen as more alpha than omega. He hates how he feels so alone with no one to care for him, because which fucking alpha would like someone like him?

He hits the pillows once. Twice. He kicks his legs and now he’s writhing about in frustration. The scream he lets out is gutteral but it’s muffled by the abundance of pillows.

Sleep looms over his head the same way dread does. He doesn’t want to wake up tomorrow. Perhaps he could just sleep in and forget about this all.

What a dream that would be.

────── SHORT WHILE LATER. . .

Qualifying goes as well as he expected. Max throws his wheel out in frustration. In front of him, he sees Lewis get out of his car.

Pole position. Fucking pole position.

If that was last year, he would be right there in the middle. He would have only needed to come out once to get into pole. Not a single fucking effort would be made.

Look at him now—begging for his engineers to fix whatever it is that’s making his car act like a tractor.

After a quick meeting with the team, one where he didn’t suppress any form of anger at all, he left for Mercedes’ garage. He can’t really go inside and ask around for Toto. Luckily, he sees George just about exiting.

“George,” he calls, the man turning to look at him. “Have you seen Toto?”

“Oh, yeah, he’s right over in Lewis’ motorhome,” he says. “What’d you need him for?”

Max shrugs. “Just another discussion.”

George knows what he’s talking about. Max knows that he’s clinging to his seat like his life depends on it. He tries not to dwell on that too much.

“Yeah, well, good luck,” he says, patting him on the back, “he’s quite a hard one to convince otherwise.”

They leave in different directions. Lewis’ motorhome is pretty much near his. Just a few steps away and he’s right next to Hamilton himself.

Though he does have quite the respect for him, he hates racing with him. Maybe it’s because of 2021. Maybe it’s because they don’t mix well together at all.

The few times that they met after 2021, he was met with a sour look on Lewis face. Passing by him in the paddock, he sees the man take a swift and cover his face. Fucking hell. Can he smell the scent of different alphas on him or what?

Not only that but he refuses to talk to him. Even if he does try to start conversation, especially during FIA conferences, Lewis doesn’t even look at him and replies half heartedly. He looks irritated and squeamish each time.

So fuck him. If he does end up in George’s seat next year, he doesn’t want to deal with Lewis. Not at all. It doesn’t matter if meeting him for the first time he had stars in his eyes, or how he still wishes that whatever it is between them simply goes up, he hates his fucking guts.

Absolutely.

He fucking hates him.

…

Ugh .

Max hears distinct voices behind Lewis’ door. One of them raises their voice and the other is clearly more calm. He can’t hear what they’re talking about though. When Max knocks, the conversation stops.

It takes a few seconds before the door is opened to him. Toto is looking at him with indifference. He can’t see Lewis from here.

“Just in time,” he steps back, “come right in.”

“Toto, you can’t just let anyone in—” he sees how Lewis stops pacing back and forth when their eyes meet. “Max?”

He dooesn’t respond and Lewis turns away, sighing as his shoulders drop.

“I can let Max in whenever I want. My team is paying for this vehicle and you are still under me.” Max can hear the pure Alpha in Toto’s voice. It sends shivers down his spine. “Do you understand?”

He expects Lewis to retaliate somehow. No way is he just going to give up this authority, right? Is it just because Toto is considered the higher alpha in this room?

Lewis finds a seat on the couch and drops himself there. “Whatever business you have, I don’t want to hear it.”

Something is odd. Max didn’t notice it before but he notices it now when Lewis is close to him. He smells… stronger than usual. His scent is much more overpowering. His overall posture is closed off and his face is hardened.

He can’t think about it more when Toto ushers him to sit down beside Lewis. He feels a gaze on him as he sits. He starts to feel dizzy in Lewis’ scent.

“Both of you need to hear this anyways. That is if Max decides to finally take up my offer,” Max opens his mouth to retaliate but Toto beats him to it, “Max, need I tell you your current predicament?”

“They will fix it,” he says, not needing anything more from Toto.

“Fix what?” he asks, “Do they know what’s wrong with it or are they just hoping for the best? I told you, Checo has been saying the car is fucked.”

He thinks about that one clip of Toto saying that exact same line. There’s nothing in him to make him laugh. Lewis scent is… fuck.

“I don’t care—”

“Newey is signing for Aston Martin, do you know that?”

Fuck no. He thought that man was retiring!

“How are your engineers, Max? Can they really find what’s wrong? Where will they get the money to fix it?” Toto steps forward. The two alpha scents cornering him is making him go mad, “Are you sure that you know what you’re doing?”

A growl comes out beside him.

Lewis has his legs spread wide as his head is thrown back into the couch. “You two… I can’t fucking think! Both of you leave right now or I swear—”

“Lewis,” Toto shushes him, “watch your attitude.”

Another growl comes out of Lewis, rebelling against Toto. The superior alpha isn’t phased at all.

“Don’t act like this now, Lewis. I’m trying to help you.”

“Help me with what?” he screams, almost jumping in his seat. “All you’re doing is trying to get Max in George’s car for next year!”

“Yes,” Toto admits, “and for you to mate him.”

What.

What the fuck?

“Toto, what the fuck?” Max stands up but he quickly falls back, getting dizzy with the sudden pheromones in the room. “Ugh… fucking hell.”

“I am sorry to admit this but Max, I know of your… predicament,” Toto says, kneeling down so he can look at Max eye-to-eye. “I’ve done my research on you. I’ve also seen your hotel rooms. I know you hide no omega there except yourself.”

Holy fuck. Max wants to strangle Toto now. “You fucking bitch!” he reaches for his collars, “You’re disgusting! You’re so fucking desperate and this is… You’re fucking perverted!”

“It was not my intentions the first few times,” he says, “Is it my fault that Horner is giving me keys to your room? Do you know that he’s willing to sell you to Mercedes?”

It’s like problem after problem. Max is being stacked with so many things that he feels like he’s falling apart.

His car is giving him more dysphoria than his body, Toto finds out that he’s basically a crossdresser and wants him to be Lewis’ mate, and Christian Horner is trying to sell him like a whore.

What the fuck?

“I’m not dealing with this. I fucking can’t,” he doesn’t want to try standing again but he needs to leave. He’s overwhelmed. He can’t take this anymore.

“Max, calm down,” Toto presses a hand on his chest. “Let me make my intentions clear.

“I am asking for your consent to go to Mercedes. I’m not taking any money from Horner. And yes, I know I took the keys from him for your hotel room and I came back afterwards. I only apologise for sneaking in after, that one is… guilty. That is why I am apologising now and telling it to you myself.

“I am also asking you to help with Lewis… issue,” he turns to the man brimming with arousal, “he refuses to take any escorts, he also refuses to take suppressants and promises not a single rut is on a race weekend, and he’s also fighting the desire to be with you at all times.”

“Toto!” That makes Lewis sober for a second. “You aren’t—... what the fuck?”

“I know everything about my drivers,” he says, then looks to Max, “and any potential ones.”

“You know how fucking messed up you are, right?” Max says, trying to keep himself steady in the midst of this mess. “This is fucked up. You’re fucked up. Lewis doesn’t even consent to this!”

“It’s not like—” Lewis tries to defend himself, but he’s shy to whatever he was about to say. “I… I mean. Fuck, I don’t even know what to say.”

Toto moves away, sighing. “If you don’t want me to say it, then you will. I’m getting tired of all your moaning about.”

Lewis growls but it’s more to himself than Toto. “This is stupid.” Toto doesn’t seem bothered at all. “Fuck, fine. I’ve had… I’ve liked you for quite a while now.”

Max blinks. “Are you talking to me?”

“Certainly not talking to Toto,” he sighs. “Shit, this is difficult. This is fucking embarassing and I really don’t want to try talking when all I want is to be fucking into someone right now.”

Max tries to push away the thoughts of being his someone.

“I’m not letting the both of you leave. I need this issue solved today so you can race tomorrow,” says Toto, locking the door to the motorhome. “So talk.”

Lewis huffs. There’s a dragged out silence before he finally turns to Max. “I’ve… I’ve always liked you. You’re endearing. Some fresh new kid that knows how to run his mouth and gets what he wants. Sometimes I think you’re like me, in a way.

“And it was weird because you’re an alpha. Or, at least biologically, I guess,” he shrugs. “I don’t care who you are. At least not after a while. But I can’t deal with that you might not like me because I’m an alpha. So I just… never bothered.”

Max tries to think of a very reasonable way to reply. “I’ve been fucking alphas for years now. I’m pretty sure I would still fuck you.”

That pretty much gets the point across.

“Oh,” Lewis looks lost. “That’s… yeah, that’s fine. I mean, sure, I’m maybe fucking jealous but I don’t own you.”

“Then court him and mate him,” Toto says, breaking the mood, “but first, I need your rut gone. Now that you’re still clear headed, I need you to know that I will not be able to find someone to replace your by tomorrow. So either you try to end your rut yourself by tonight painfully or the both of you get over your pining and get on with it.”

“And how are you so sure that I like him back?” Max says, noticing the hurt on Lewis’ face.

“Lucky guess,” Toto says, “Plus, not like you weren’t blushing just earlier in Lewis’ confession. So maybe stop messing around and, as I said, get on with it.”

“This is fucking weird, you know that, right?” Lewis says. “It’s super unethical and I could report you for this.”

Toto crosses his arms wordlessly. He only tilts his head as his eyes jump between the two of them. Some odd communication comes between the two of them and it seems like Toto wins.

“Okay, yeah, whatever,” says Lewis. “Max… just, you don’t have to say yes—”

“Yeah no, I’ll fuck you.”

Lewis chokes on air. “What?”

“I mean, you’ll fuck me. That’s how I prefer it. Unless you..?”

Lewis shakes his head. “As I said, you don’t have to say yes.”

“But I want to?” Max runs a hand through his hair. “You’re right. This is the weirdest fucking thing ever but I’m not turning this down now. I’ve been wanting you for so long and just… this is the weirdest opportunity but I’ll take it.”

It takes a moment for Lewis to finally catch up with reality. Maybe it’s the rut finally seeding into his brain that makes him unable to think. “Okay,” he finally catches up, “Yeah. Sure. Thank you.”

Max points a finger to Toto. “And you… are you staying?”

“I’ll be right outside,” Toto reaches to leave but Max yells at him to stop. Lewis is confused.

“I… I think I know why you came back to my hotel room multiple times, Toto,” he can see the fear in Toto’s eyes. “You want me too, don’t you?”

He doesn’t respond to that. Max knows he’s caught him. “Get a chair and watch. You don’t get to touch me until I tell you to. This is me trying to help Lewis, and this is me trying to hurt you.”

Beside him, Lewis moans. Max expected him to retaliate or force Toto to leave. But thankfully, he seems pretty turned on by this. Or maybe that really is just the rut talking.

“Now,” Max sighs as he turns so his legs are on either side of Lewis. “Why don’t you show me how a real alpha fucks?”

Lewis pounces on him like an animal. He doesn’t give him any time at all as their lips lock together desperately. Saliva escapes their mouths as Lewis forces Max’s lips open with his tongue. All of Max’s moans get muffled in Lewis’ mouth.

Below him, he feels Lewis palm him through his jeans. He cries out, getting caught off guard. “Lew…” he mumbles, the sound getting caught in his throat as he starts to drool with the way Lewis’ hips grind into his.

“Finally,” Lewis pulls away, “I don’t want to hear another word from you, okay? Tell me to stop, moan my name, or say nothing at all. I’m tired of talking.”

Max gets the memo as Lewis goes for his neck. He immediately tenses as he feels canine brush against his scent glads. He’s sure to have released more of his rotten alpha smell.

For a moment, he’s scared that it would turn Lewis off. He remembers his face everytime he passes by him.

Yet, all he can hear is a moan as Lewis grounds his hip deeper. He’s groaning into his neck as he licks at his scent gland, begging for more of his scent.

For the first time, he’s happy with the way he smells.

“Lew,” he moans, hands catching the end of his shirt and pulling it up. He doesn’t say more as he meets his movements, trying to get friction on his neglected cock. He whines as Lewis pushes him down.

“No,” he says, voice gravelly and deep as a true alpha, “Stay down, omega.”

Max keens. He feels like he’s close to cumming and he shivers with the command. He nods, following his alpha to heart.

He’s maneuvored onto his stomach instead. He catches a glimpse of Toto—finally remembering his presence—and he’s sat there with his hands on his cock. He doesn’t look ashamed to be caught masturbating already.

Part of him wants to tease and mock. But his jeans and his briefs get pulled down and all of a sudden there’s hot breath in his rim.

“Lewis!” he yells, “What are you—?”

“What did I say, omega?” he growls, “you say only stop or my name. So what is it you’re going to say now?”

He can feel the way Lewis’ mouth is so close to him. He’s breathing to his hole and he can’t help but think about his scent is the most prominent there. How he’s practically quivering in excitement about being filled.

Max puts his head down and wiggles his ass. He has nothing else to say.

“Good little, omega,” Max moans as he feels the wet tongue lap at his rim.

He can’t have natural slick. Or at least, he can’t yet. Max wants to be able to leak for Lewis, making fucking way easier for them in the future. But at the same time, he’s going to miss the way this would feel.

Lewis is moaning and mouthing at his ass like it’s the only meal he’s had in days. He’s teasing his tongue over the quivering hole, making sure to cover all crevices on the outside and teasing only the tip in a few times.

When he does push in, he slaps Max’s ass once to push his tongue inside. Max cries out, legs shaking as one falls down the couch. Lewis holds him tight as he fucks his tongue inside out of him. Soon enough, he feels two fingers easily slip inside.

He moans brokenly, scratching on the couch as he turns to look at Toto again. “Lewis…” he moans, mouth dropping as he really takes a look at Toto’s cock.

It’s big even in his own hands. Toto’s knot is barely formed but he can see the base of it, just coming closer to the edge from this alone. He notices that he matches his strokes to Lewis fingers, probably imagining fucking into his ass a few times.

“To— ngh ,” Lewis slaps him again but doesn’t stop. “Toto…”

Toto looks at Lewis as if he’s asking permission. There’s nothing that comes out of him so Toto approaches, kneeling down so that he’s facing Max. Max pushes himself up to his elbows and kisses Toto.

His lips are much rougher than Lewis’. It’s different. It’s odd. It makes him moan as Lewis pushes another finger in, drooling all over Toto’s chin as he feels close to cumming already.

Suddenly, Lewis pulls his ass up. It seperates him from Toto and he whines at the loss. “Such a needy fucking slut,” Lewis says, slapping his ass again. The sting is much harder and Max is sure he’s stained the couch from pre-cum already.

“You wanna feel both Toto and I’s dick? You’re so fucking needy… and I thought you were my omega for the day?”

“Yours, Lewis,” he says, but he’s getting excited as Toto situates himself in front of him. “Ngh… fuck.” Toto’s scent is much stronger at his dick and fuck does he smell good. He smells so fucking addicting that he’s opening his mouth and drooling for it.

“Just like I thought,” Lewis has no malice in his tone. “Just a cute little omega wanting to be filled.”

Before Max could put his mouth on Toto, he’s positioned on his lap instead. He lets out a desperate sound as he feels Toto’s huge cock poke around at his hole. Lewis’ saliva was barely enough to fully stretch him. But fuck, he wants to feel them burn him from the inside.

Lewis positions himself behind Max too, his cock slapping between Max’s cheeks. Max has an idea of how this will go.

“Fuck me,” he begs, grinding down on both the alphas cocks. “Please… I promise I can take it. Let me make the both of you feel good.”

“And you were trying to control me earlier,” says Toto, his voice ringing in his ear that builds his arousal. “Yet all you are doing now is acting like an omega in heat. Are you in heat, Max?”

“Yes!” he cries, wrapping his arms around Toto as he tries to push their cocks inside. “Please, alphas… please breed my hole. Please breed my omegan hole~!”

He doesn’t know who pushes in first. But he feels the stretch of it and he immediately screams. “Agh!” he buries his neck in Toto’s neck, taking in the scent of an alpha as he relishes in the stretch. “M-o-ore! Please! More!”

The next one pushes in when the first is still halfway inside.

Max feels like he’s going crazy—

in the best way possible.

“Yes,” he moans, pushing down and loving how he’s getting stretched. His moans are drawn out and prolonged, acting like a cheap omegan whore being passed around. “So good… You feel so good, Lewis… Toto—ah, fuck !”

Lewis fucks him and he’s trying to cling onto Toto. He’s no longer talking behind him. All he could hear are heavy panting and grunts from the alpha. The rut instinct has finally kicked him to the point he can’t talk.

It’s him who’s focusing on ramming Max’s prostate. Toto stays almost still to keep him stretch and satiated. But soon Toto tries to move, not matching Lewis’ pace but still enough for Max to pant like a dog.

He can feel both of their cockheads in his prostate. It’s Lewis who’s abusing it while Toto is rubbing it like a lover. The way both of their cocks have stretched his unaccomodating hole is stacking onto the pleasure-pain. He goes dumb over the way it feels. He needs more of it. He’s demanding more of it.

Lewis inches closer, going slower but his thrusts getting deeper in him. Max feels both of their knots already pushing against his rim. “Knot…” he moans, getting excited but not able to thrust back, “Alphas, I’m… agh~ ... I want your knots.”

“No, Max,” Toto stops moving but Lewis doesn’t get the memo. “You’ll break.”

Max cries, pulling at Toto’s hair. For a brief second, Lewis falters, sensing an omega in distress. “I want it! Don’t tell me no, please. I don’t—fucking… I don’t care if it hurts. I want to take both of your knots.

“Breed me, Breed me. Breed me!”

Their groans interlap with each other as Lewis comes back to his pace. He feels Toto move faster as their cocks take turns at abusing his prostate. Lewis pushes out, Toto fucks in. He pulls out, Lewis goes in. They take turns at using his hole that he barely registers it when he comes.

The useless knot formed on his cock is left ignored as he comes undone on Toto’s shirt. He doesn’t think he notices it at first. But once Max has his hand on his cock, Toto follows suits and starts to stroke Max in time with his thrusts. It’s overwhelming.

Lewis is trying to push his knot in with each thrust. He’s groaning behind him. His hands are tight around his hips and he’s trying so hard to push it in when Toto is doing the same thing. Both alphas fight to knot him, trying to claim him as his. Max’s ego feels like it’s on fire and he has never felt so euphoric until this moment.

He wants to take both of them. He said so and he will do so. Bracing himself, he pushes down slowly… slowly. “Ah—alpha..!” he’s sobbing as he pushes down, both the alphas moaning low as they try to push in at the same time.

It’s overwhelming. Both of their knots pop in and Max cums again. This time, Toto rides his high with each stroke as their cocks pulse inside of him.

And as if this was heaven, they both shoot out an abundance of cum inside of him.

A primal part of Max is upset with this. The stupid alpha inside of him telling him that it’s wrong, it’s immoral. But holy fuck, he could get used to this.

He could get used to the way both alphas are treating him differently. Toto is moaning into his ear, stroking is cock slowly until it’s calmed. On the other hand, Lewis is trying to push himself deeper. He can barely move with their positions but he’s trying his hardest to get all of his cock inside Max. Letting the waves of his semen wash over his insides as if he wants it to take.

“So fucking good,” Lewis moans, going back to his scent glands to breathe him in. “So fucking good. Like a… true omega. My omega.”

Max moans as he feels Lewis wash him over with another round of his cum. Toto stops grinding into him and rests. Lewis is telling him how good he is, how an omega like him should be pregnant with an alpha like him.

“Made for me,” he says. “You’re made for this, omega. Taking my cock… You’re so good. So fucking good. Mine. My omega. Fuck…”

He doesn’t know how long their knots last. He’s not sure who stopped first as both of them didn’t let him go. They all caught their breath as they struggle to come back to reality.

Max is sure that the couch is ruined. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

Toto pulls away first, though. He whines at the lost of contact as Lewis pulls him back into his lap. “Stay there,” says Toto, “I’ll get wet tissues for the both of you. I’ll have a car drive here to pick you up both.”

Max doesn’t need to say anything more. On Lewis’ lap, he feels content. He feels cum drip down his thighs and the loss of it makes him sad.

Then again, he will be fucked later. Again and again until he has Lewis’ litter. That makes him a little happier.

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