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Se Atene piange, Sparta non ride by CamilleDuDemon for lunaticaxmente
Fandoms: Motorcycling RPF
10 Dec 2024
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“Interesting. You think you’re hallucinating me?”
Marc snorts ungracefully, his eyes wet at the corners. Even though Valentino is not real, he doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction of crying, not when he’s caught up in his arms, unable to wriggle himself away.
“Yeah, of course. The real you – the real Valentino would have never come all this way just to…what, hold me and sing me to sleep? Come on. Be for real, tío.”
“I wasn’t thinking about singing you to sleep, honestly. I’m quite bad at it, you would laugh at me instead of sleeping.”
Marc humors the hallucination, sticking his tongue out and blowing something akin to a raspberry. It comes out warped, shallow, but he’s made the effort and that’s – quite a lot, considering that he has spent the past thirty-six hours wallowing in self pity, still and unmoving until all of his joints and muscles screamed and spasmed, forcing him to change positions.Marc believes he's tripping on his pain meds when Valentino shows up at his door, determined to help him with a particularly vicious fit of insomnia that has been keeping him awake for thirty-six hours straight.
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- Part 1 of Rome wasn't built in a day
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The tube of medicated cream looks tiny inside Sava’s massive hand. With a sigh, Bez nods, letting him peel the leathers off his shoulders and hips, keeping his gaze trained on a dark spot on the wall so that he doesn’t stare at Sava as he crouches down, tugs at the leathers until they slip down his calves, leaving him far too exposed in his leggings and top, almost as raw as a nerve ending struck with an electric prod. It’s stupid, really. It’s not like he’s naked and mooing on his fours or anything, but it feels kind of worse than that – he’s flustered, his heart beating in his wrists just like the first time he’s had a dude giving him a blowjob in the parking lot of a club in Riccione and he really didn’t know what to expect.
Having Sava tenderly coaxing him into getting undressed is, to some extent, far more intimate than having his dick sucked by a stranger.Sava insists on taking care of Bez's bruises, Bez doesn't know how to act around his crush, and things escalate quickly.
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The blood of the covenant by CamilleDuDemon for lunaticaxmente, Sleepy_Anger
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
24 Oct 2024
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Reading is a good compromise. It helps filtering out the obnoxious mechanical ticking, keeps his eyes from watching the hands go round at a snail’s pace until his eyes burn and the slightly fluorescent material bleeds all over the clock, all over the pristine walls, pooling at his feet and sucking him in with a sickening sound of fizzing bubbles. Mark swallows, wets his lips. Tick-tock-tick-tock. He reads about one peculiar bioluminescent mushroom that’s safe to eat once it’s been soaked in saltwater - the ratio being 1:1 - for at least thirty-six hours and it’s considered a delicacy in some remote parts of the world. His heartbeat mimics the slow, heavy grinding of the cogs turning torturously inside the wooden ribcage of the clock, a metallic whirr digging deep within Mark’s ears, shoved like an icepick through some very vital part of his brain – the damage is done, otherwise he wouldn’t be here, squirming in his seat and nervously chewing on his own breath, hoping to steady it a little. Do you know, liebling, that Amanita Muscaria is edible, if cooked the right way? It wouldn’t kill you, it would only make you feel lightheaded for a while.
On some days, Mark can't actually tell what's normal anymore.
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“No, but I’m serious. It feels…weird. Kinda wrong? I mean, it seems like only yesterday I was the next big thing and now…BAM! The paddock is brimming with kids and I’m old. How did you manage going on for so long?”
He turns slightly, cupping Valentino’s cheek, scratching his palm against his several days old stubble. He likes the sensation of it, the slight bite, Valentino’s face leaning in as his eyelids flutter closed for a moment, heavy breath caught between his teeth. Despite having lost all of his boyish features, he’s still delicate looking, almost womanly at times, when he smiles and he’s oh, so gentle and graceful. Marc doesn’t mind it, on the contrary. Age has refined Valentino’s beauty, given a melancholic quality to it. Retirement does really look good on him, it has plumped him up a little – he doesn’t look like a scarecrow anymore, and this new layer of protective fat on his stomach suits him nicely.Just a lazy morning between two people who have only recently started to get attuned to one another once again.
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- Part 1 of amore che vieni, amore che vai
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He could make up all the excuses to justify the fact that he hasn’t won. This is Vale’s home turf, his own private track, and he knows it far better than anyone else, knows how to push when the conditions are tricky, knows where to be gentler on the bike, where to drift harder. He could say Vale was lucky and he, on the contrary, wasn’t. But, in the end, it all comes down to one single, hard to swallow truth: Valentino was faster.
It’s not a matter of luck, it’s a matter of skills. And if there’s something Marc really can’t handle gracefully, that would be losing to someone because he lacks the skills to extract the full potential from a bike he hasn’t really gotten acquainted with yet.
“Here, some coffee. I come in peace.”Somewhere between a training session and a homemade dinner, Marc starts to slowly realize that not everything must always be about winning.
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- Part 2 of amore che vieni, amore che vai