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Declan and Ben had been all over Riccardo since his last heat, the pair of alphas would constantly tug him to work together during early morning training, or try and capitalize on his presence during pack nights. Failing in the pleading eyes of the pups, or Martin’s exasperated gaze when he’d come over to pull Riccardo into the omega pile.
Max, after he had resumed training, had been adorable, Riccardo thought, the baby alpha still heavily influenced by his instincts and would posture in front of the older alphas, herding Riccardo away from their touch and scenting, crowding Riccardo’s back with a puff of his peppery scent, still laced with powder to the adults’ noses. Riccardo let it happen, reminded of when his little alpha sister had first presented, she too had tried to be protective over him, and he knew from experience the drive would pass.
In order to make up for the pup’s possessiveness, Riccardo had invited the alphas over for dinner a couple weeks into the season. The pack was riding the highs of their wins, and Riccardo was smothered by the alphas on the way to his car, listening to their bickering from either side of himself.
Their combined scents filled his car on the drive back to his flat after that day’s physio session, Ben had shoved his way into the passenger seat, leaving Declan in the back, Riccardo swore he could feel Dec’s eyes on the back of his neck the entire time, trying to ignore it in favor of the road in front of him.
He ushered them up the stairs to his place, trailing behind them as he locked the car in the garage. One of them had let themselves inside, using one of the keys most of the pack had. An unexpected heat, where he was too fevered to answer the phone a couple years ago had instilled a sense of worry in the pack, meaning most of the alphas, and all the omegas had access to his flat. Not that Riccardo minded, the thought of his den being a secondary-space for their pack was a comfort.
He dumped his bag next to the shoe rack, following his nose into the kitchen, where he found Declan and Ben sat at the island.
“I can make pasta?” He questioned, sticking his head in the fridge, spotting the jar of prepped sauce from the last time he cooked.
After receiving affirmative hums from the alphas he began to pull things out, moving comfortably in the kitchen. Asking Ben to fill the pot with water while he sliced chicken, the alpha obeying swiftly, pressing a kiss to his cheek when he came over to the sink to wash his hands.
“Thank you,” he murmured against Ben’s scruff. Turning away with a smile as he caught Ben flush out of the corner of his eye. He took Ben’s seat at the island while the sauce heated and the water came to a boil, leaning into Dec as the alpha reached out to him. Ben moving over to stand behind him, arms wrapping around his waist as his nose came to dip into his hair.
“Been too long babes, Max’s been hogging you.” Declan teased, taking advantage of the opportunity to run his wrists over Riccardo’s flank.
Riccardo laughed, “Oh leave him alone. It’s cute.”
“Only cute because you're not the one going through withdrawals.” Ben chimed in, “can’t even pass next to you on the pitch if he’s on the grass for training. Kid’s supposed to be a midfielder, not a defender.”
“Oh, poor alpha, what are you, jealous?” Ricchy teased, bringing his hands up to return the scenting.
Ben laughed into his hair, brushing it to one side to press a chaste kiss to his scent gland, inhaling the aroma of coffee right from its source.
“And what if we just missed you.”
Riccardo had already been moving out of their embrace to go check their dinner when he froze at Declan's words.
He stood then, reluctantly pulling himself out of their arms to face them both.
“You-” He couldn’t get the words out exactly, a hopeful feeling taking root in his chest.
Declan’s eyes met Ben’s, the older alpha taking a breath before he spoke.
“We want to officially court you. The two of us.” Declan nodded next to him, hands clenched in the fabric of his trousers.
Riccardo felt his face burn, hands wringing in front of his chest. His senses were flooded with the alpha’s scents, desperation and worry tangible on his tongue. He could see in their eyes the pair was serious. Riccardo decided to let go of his concerns for pack or team dynamics, and put himself first.
He darted forward, bowling back into the alphas’ arms without a word, letting the pair wrap around him.
“Yes,” he spoke, quietly but affirmatively, “I think I’d really like that, Declan, Ben.”
He watched the alphas shoot each other matching grins, eyes bright and their hands squeezing over Riccardo’s hips.
Declan maneuvered the omega to the side, kissing his cheek as he stood, “then, since you’re being officially courted now, let me finish dinner, okay?”
“No, you don’t have to Dec, I already started.”
Ben’s arm was like a vice around his waist, and he playfully glared at the laughing alpha.
“Let us take care of you sweetheart, you’re going to have to get used to it.” Riccardo let himself be held, keeping a careful eye on Declan’s use of his kitchen, but the alpha found everything he needed, not making an extra mess, and plated their meals with a theatrical flourish, drawing laughter out of the men when he slid the plates across the counter, following with a few bottles of sparkling water he had found in the fridge.
The alphas spent the rest of the night not letting Riccardo raise a hand in his own house, every chore or task was handled swiftly without question, the pair taking turns to playfully hold Riccardo down every time he’d try to help.
He huffed to himself as Declan laid on top of him on the couch, Ben closing the dishwasher he had finished loading to join the tangle of limbs.
“Thank you two,” Riccardo commented, chest warming at the combination of scents around him. Declan had moved over when Ben walked up, leaving Riccardo with an alpha on each side of his chest, noses tucked into his scent glands as he ran his wrists over their backs.
“No need to thank us baby, like I said, better get used to it.” Declan pressed a kiss to his neck as Ben hummed his agreement.
Smiling, Riccardo relaxed into the weight on his chest, drifting as Ben’s music played in the background.
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Riccardo’s phone didn’t stop pinging for the next week, the alphas texting him relentlessly, stupid videos from Declan, or date ideas from Ben flooded his messages.
He’d smile every time, getting a weird look from Martin in the dressing room one early morning when he had physio before training, “Always on your phone Riccardo, what happened?” The older omega teased, “did the pups finally get to you?”
Laughing Ricchy slung an arm over Martin’s shoulders, walking with his captain onto the training pitch, “It’s not a problem, you’re just jealous I’m more popular than you are.”
“Very funny you brat.” Martin pinched his side, chuckling at the younger’s yelp.
They were pushing each other around on the grass, rolling around like puppies, caught by most of the pack as they walked into practice as a group for once.
His nose was tuned into the scents of Ben and Declan, and his head instinctively turned to them when they drew close, catching sight of colorful bundles held at their sides he sighed wistfully, a bit enamored by the traditional behavior.
The alphas approached him and Martin as they stood up, the rest of the pack lingering, trading looks with each other.
“Martin,” Declan started, “We’ve officially asked Ricchy to let us court him, and well, wanted to keep it up to standards.” He gave the blond a shy grin, extending a bouquet of heather-flowers to the pack-omega.
Martin paused for a second, turning to glare at a silently laughing Riccardo, before taking the offered bouquet, bringing the flowers to his nose and catching the lingering scents of whiskey and rain. Smiling at the alphas attention to detail he spoke, “Well,” the pack’s eyes trained on their leader, “I think this is a good first step, hmm?”
Ben and Declan smiled wider, Riccardo taking the opportunity to flounce over and take the offered bundle of sunflowers from tattooed hands.
Riccardo let himself be pulled into a quick, but strong, hug by the alphas, ignoring the wolf whistles from the squad when he pulled back.
Martin gave them all a smile, moving towards the bench to carefully place the bouquet down, taking Ricchy’s with a kiss to the younger omega’s shoulder, “good job kjære, make them work for it okay?”
Riccardo chuckled, “who do you think I am Martin, of course I will.”
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The months to follow would prove him right. Ben and Declan were the most doting alphas, arranging for flower deliveries to his flat, or bringing him back to their flats for home-cooked meals. They bickered over who got to do things for Riccardo, but never got into the serious fights Ricchy had worried about when two alphas asked to court him at the same time.
He had been thinking one night in bed, surrounded by blankets the alphas had scented for him the other day, that the duo was closer than most of the alphas in their pack. Heat-moments notwithstanding, he had never seen two alphas share their duties in their day to day lives so easily. Riccardo found himself imagining the two alphas not only sharing him, but indulging in each other. It wasn’t unheard of, unconventional yes, but not impossible.
The next matchday, Riccardo found himself bundled between the two alphas on the bus, both gently offering protein bars or water. Ben had pulled his legs up onto his lap, rubbing a warm hand over Ricchy’s bad knee. Declan had his back to the window, letting Riccardo recline against his chest, one leg tucked up and the other hanging off the seat, tangled between Ben’s feet. Ricchy let his head fall back, nosing at the parts of Declan’s jaw he could reach, hand moving to grab at Ben’s, linking their fingers as they listened to the familiar chatter of their pack before the match.
Riccardo made eye contact with Bukayo across the aisle, meeting the older omega’s wink with a cheesy smile, unable to deny himself the heart-pounding happiness that this courtship had been. They had had the serious conversations curled up on Riccardo’s couch. They all knew and trusted each other, intimately and deeply. The courtship wasn’t about building up their already strong foundations, but testing the waters of their combination with a more permanent goal in mind. Mating was hard enough, combine that with the fact that they shared a pack and a job, Riccardo wanted to lay things out from the start. The omega was glad to realize that it wasn’t a problem, Ben and Declan would never be the types of alpha to order him home and off the pitch, they were all all-in on the beautiful game that brought them together.
The only thing stopping Riccardo from letting them mate him, was Ben and Declan’s thing. He could see it clear as day now that he was looking for it, the lingering glances when Riccardo wasn’t between them, hands unintentionally brushing low on the other’s hip. He even caught them cuddled up in his nest one night after he had slipped out to the bathroom. A sliver of light revealing Declan’s head tucked in Ben’s neck where he lay spread-eagle over his bed. Riccardo had simply shook his head, vowing to do something about it soon, because he really did want to be mated.
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Riccardo whooped as Ben lifted him up in a hug, feeling the wind whip over his neck as the alpha spun him. He had rushed the opposing box during stoppage-time, weaving his way through a clear path, a strong kick placing the ball just past the goal-keeper’s hand. He had won them the game!
“Holy shit Ricchy!” Ben had passed him into Declan’s waiting arms, pressing against his back as the pack crashed into them, sending him to the bottom of a pile of warm bodies. Riccardo laughed in glee as the timer buzzed, ending the match officially. His coffee scent was bright and fruity, reinforcing the pack’s excitement as they all stumbled their way off the pitch. The bus ride back to the facility was light, full of voices and happy scents. Riccardo let the pups pile onto him in the back row, their excited scents clouding him in the best way.
Ben and Declan watched from a shared seat, pressed close to peek around at their happy omega, unaware of Martin’s assessing gaze from the front of the bus.
The drive back went quickly, and Riccardo was the subject of the pack’s affections as they said their goodbyes. Hugs and kisses on the cheek sending a happy flush to his face. Eventually it was just him, Declan, and Ben left, Riccardo grabbing each of their hands with a cheeky grin.
The omega pulled them close, “take me home?” whispered sultrily into the space between them.
Ben wasted no time pulling the trio to his car, watching Declan and Riccardo slide into the back as he buckled in. Every now and then he’d catch them kissing through the mirror, groaning to himself as he fought to keep his eyes on the road, “Fuck you two,” he bit out, feeling his cock already half-hard in his sweats, the arousal on their scents sitting heavy on the back of his tongue.
He pulled into Riccardo’s garage, opening the back door of the car and bodily hauling the other two out, feeling them stumble into his chest, too distracted with the other’s lips to really care about where Ben was leading them. The alpha let a half-grin slip across his lips, unlocking the door around their bodies and pushing them inside, snickering at Declan’s “oof” when he hit the wall of the hallway, Riccardo pressing him flat against the plaster. The omega kept their lips locked together, even as he moaned when Ben’s mouth made contact with his nape, sliding a knee between Declan’s legs, slightly larger frame useful in keeping the alpha pinned where he wanted him. Riccardo pulled back for air, deep breaths forcing their combined scent over his palate. “Want you two to kiss, please,” he breathed out, watching as Declan’s pupils dilated and feeling Ben’s chest rumble against his back.
Riccardo slid to the side just enough, keeping his knee bumped against Declan’s cock, and with heavy eyes, watched his alphas kiss. Their lips slid against each other sloppily, tongues and teeth fighting for dominance. Riccardo groaned at the sight, unable to resist the urge to palm at Declan’s visible erection through his trousers, the moan the alpha let out allowed Ben to take charge of the kiss, long fingers coming up to cradle the back of Declan’s head.
They parted panting, foreheads knocking together as they breathed the same air, only looking up when Riccardo pulled out from between them, a smirk on his face as he pulled his sweater off, tossing the fabric to the side as he put his body on display.
“Alphas, my alphas, so good,” Declan and Ben were frozen, even as they remained tangled together, “need you both, come on?” He backed down the hall, keeping his eyes locked on the alphas as they jumped to follow him, pressing close with a swath of kisses to each side of his neck, teasing the edge of his mating spots as they pushed him down into his nest.
“All of us?” Riccardo asked, breathless with all the attention on his sensitive neck.
“You want to mate tonight?” Ben confirmed, hand smoothing over his obliques as Declan stripped them all, hands steady as he pulled their clothes off.
“Please, I want you to be mine, want us to be something more. I-” He sat up, catching each of their faces in a hand, admiring the way the alphas melted into the contact, two pairs of blue eyes boring into him. “I love you both.”
“It would be our honor Ricchy, love you two, so much,” Declan soothed, hand coming up to hold Riccardo’s, as his eyes flicked between the other two men.
“Not to get repetitive,” Ben jested, “But I love you two too. I’m ready for us.”
Riccardo gave them a blinding grin, watching as Declan turned to press a kiss to the omega’s palm, mouth opening to seductively draw his thumb between his teeth. Bobbing his head as he sucked at the digit, not breaking eye contact with the omega.
Riccardo felt his breath hitch, unable to move his eyes from the arousing sight, even as he felt Ben creep to sit behind him on the bed mouthing at his neck.
“Come on loves,” Ben whispered, “Settle in, okay?” He ran his hand down Riccardo’s front, calloused fingers teasing over the muscled planes of his abs, following his happy trail to dip two fingers into his already wet cunt. Declan let Riccardo’s thumb go with a pop, split trailing down his chin as he pressed up to slide his tongue into Ricchy’s mouth, hands sliding around him to grab at Ben’s sides.
Riccardo moaned into the kiss, feeling Ben stretch him open while rutting his cock against Ricchy’s ass, the movements jostling him up into Declan’s crotch.
The air of the bedroom filled with their mixed scents, heavy with arousal, and the sounds of their bodies, moans and whines cutting through the silence of his flat every time their bodies touched.
“So good for us Ricchy,” Ben growled into his ear, three fingers spreading inside him as his cunt made a wet noise.
“Need you, please Ben, Dec.” Riccardo whined, eyes shut in pleasure. He didn’t see Ben’s nod at the other alpha, but he did feel Declan press closer, looking just in time to see his alphas share a tender kiss.
“We have you baby, it’s alright, gonna mate you, don’t worry.” Ben’s fingers slipped away from his pussy, reaching to take Declan in hand and guide his cock into Riccardo’s dripping cunt.
Riccardo wailed at the sensation of being full, supported on both sides by the lean bodies of his alphas. Declan wasted no time fucking into him, their bodies making wet slaps as he thrust his hips. Ben’s cock slid between his ass cheeks, his pre-cum slicking Riccardo’s skin.
Broken praises and moans slipped from the alphas lips, as Ricchy lost himself in the rhythm of Declan’s hips and Ben’s hands. Declan’s scent was earthier than usual, almost cloying as it mixed with Ben’s sharp whiskey, invading every one of Riccardo’s senses.
Riccardo screeched a bit when Ben pinched at his nipples, forcing his cunt tight around Declan, and setting the alpha off. Riccardo moaning at the sensation of cum inside him as Declan pulled out enough to avoid knotting him.
“Fuck!” he cursed, back bowed as he buried his nose in Riccardo’s chest, biting at his nipple before pulling away, letting his dick slip out as Riccardo turned over, planting himself in Ben’s lap. Declan moved to lay at their sides, running his hand over Ben’s dick as Riccardo knelt above it, sinking down onto Ben’s slightly longer cock with a raspy moan. Ben rolled his hips up, tilting his head to the side to reach Declan for a kiss, the alphas tongues sliding against each other as Riccardo bounced on Ben’s cock. Hands pressed onto his tattooed chest for stability as he moved up and down.
It didn’t take long for Ben to come, already halfway there from his earlier dry-humping against Ricchy, what sent him over the edge was Declan’s wandering hands, one crept around to tease at his ass as Riccardo intensified his riding, cunt squelching every time he let himself fall onto Ben’s cock.
Ben lurched up, using his strength to push Riccardo on his back in front of him, pulling out in time to cum over his abs, immediately ducking down to put his mouth on the omega’s dripping cunt, tongueing the mix of cum and slick as he nosed at Riccardo’s clit, moving up to suck at the nub, forcing an orgasm out of the omega, a wave of slick pouring over his chin when he came with a loud moan.
Ben sat up, chest bouncing as he caught his breath, not even a second passing before Declan was leaning around his side, licking the mess from his neck and chin, Riccardo’s eyes blown wide as they locked on the pair. Ben turned his head, letting Declan lick his way into his mouth, sharing a brief but heady kiss.
“Ready?” Ben confirmed, reaching to help Declan pull the omega up on weak knees, the trio all leaning on each other as they knelt in the middle of Ricchy’s nest.
“Please.” Riccardo confirmed, closing his eyes as both alphas leaned in, pressing twin kisses to the corners of his mouth, gasping as they moved to sink their dropped fangs into the column of his neck.
The pain of the bite itself was masked by the pleasure of their mating, Riccardo’s coffee scent intensifying in the confined space. The alphas pulled back licking their lips, and Riccardo was unable to stop himself from throwing his body at Ben, letting blood well in his mouth as he broke the alpha’s tattooed skin on the right side of his neck, taking the time to lave his tongue over the wound before creating a matching mark on Declan, nose twitching at the strength of their pheromones. Riccardo held the alpha’s arms as he pulled away enough for the two to mark each other at the same time, heads bending down to let teeth meet flesh.
After the last marks were placed, it was like something shifted in the room, their scents melting into each other like they hadn’t before, mixing, becoming something new. The alphas fell onto their backs, letting Riccardo flop on top of them. Ignoring the build-up of sweat and cum drying on their bodies, they basked in the connection between them, initial pain fading into a comforting throb, a constant reminder of their relationship.
“Love you,” Riccardo’s sentiment was echoed by the men under him, audible even though he spoke the words into Declan's chest. He could feel their rumbles starting under him, contentment and instinct forming a purr in his chest in response. The combination of scent and sensation was enthralling, and Riccardo watched with lazy eyes as his mates, ‘his mates!’ drifted into sleep, only letting his eyes close after their breathing had steadied, relaxing into the cradle of their hold.
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The long weekend after the match was spent in the comfortable seclusion of Riccardo’s flat, mainly in the nest, Riccardo indulging his lazy desires for once. Only letting the alphas drag him out of bed to shower or eat, otherwise he kept them pinned down, he was sure the walls were dripping with their combined scent, with how many happy puffs of coffee-whiskey-rain constantly spread through the room.
Declan had been the one to offer to move into Ricchy’s space, “Only if you want baby, but this already feels like home,” the alpha blushed at his own words. Even as Ben nodded thoughtfully, “Up to you sweetheart, I agree with Dec though, our little den here is perfect already.”
Riccardo beamed, giving his alphas quick rewarding kisses, “I’d love that,” followed by a cheesy smile. “Never want you two to leave.” Ben gave him that shy grin he’d grown to love, “Gonna be kind of hard once we have to go back to training on Tuesday Ricchy, can’t stay in your lush nest if we get booted from the apartment.”
They laughed at Ben’s stupid joke, Declan rolling onto his side as they shifted, pressing his forehead against Ben’s shoulder as Riccardo curled into the alpha’s other arm.
“How are we telling the lads?” Declan asked then.
“I don’t know,” Ricchy pondered, “Just leave the marks open?”
“We’ll have to tape them up,” Ben shushed Riccardo’s whine at the thought, “I know, but we can’t train with open cuts sweetheart. We can show them off when we walk in, okay?”
Riccardo smiled, knowing logically they’d need to keep the wounds clean until the scars set, yet something deep inside of him winced at the thought of his marks not being visible.
“Max is gonna freak,” Declan laughed as he spoke, “Ricchy you better protect us from your puppy.”
“Leave him alone!” Riccardo slapped at Declan from across Ben’s chest, “He’s been fine since you two officially cleared the courting with Martin.”
Ben snickered, arms wrapping around his mates to pin their flailing limbs, “We will just have to see tomorrow eh?”
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“Oh my God Ric!” Bukayo was the first to speak when they walked into the dressing room, the shorter omega immediately jumping on him in a hug that almost bowled him over.
Ricchy couldn’t hold back his elated giggles at his reaction. Their marks were still red and swollen, meaning the pack got the memo quickly, and had soon swarmed the trio. From where the pups stood in front of him, young eyes bright with curiosity at the fresh marks, Ricchy could see Martin talking to Declan with a soft smile, Ben had been grabbed by William, who had finally noticed the second bite on the alphas neck if his surprised sound was any clue.
“Yes, really, Wilo.” Riccardo could pick out Ben’s exasperated tone through the thrum of the pack, catching Declan’s eye, knowing the other man did as well.
Bukayo whispered to him, still hanging off the taller’s shoulder, “I thought you were just going to keep them like a harem Ricchy,” giggling as the Italian elbowed him.
“That’s your job you asshole.” He turned to face the omega, making sure to keep his voice low enough that the pups wouldn’t hear.
Bukayo playfully bared his teeth, unable to stop the hand Riccardo had touched his ticklish side with, cackling as he darted away, hopping behind Viktor, who simply gave Riccardo an inquisitive look.
“Oi!” Declan shouted, drawing the pack’s attention. Riccardo had drawn most of the attention when they entered, and now the rest of the men were seeing the surprising truth, laid bare and red on the alphas necks. “Benji and I mated as well, so you lot can shut up about it, okay?”
“Listen, Dec, none of us are worried that you are a full triad,” David cut in, his grassy scent strong where he stood next to Riccardo, voice calm and slow before he cracked a grin. “More just surprised you two got your heads out of your asses to make it happen!”
Riccardo barked a laugh out, hand clapping on the beta’s shoulder as he watched his alphas’ expressions twist in confusion.
“Oh, good, I wasn’t the only one waiting for them to get their shit together?” Riccardo smirked, unable to keep the laughter out of his voice.
“Boys!” Mikel called out as he walked into the dressing room, “What is the hold up?” His authoritative voice quiets the pack, sharp eyes trailing over their positions, catching on Riccardo’s neck, then Ben and Declan’s. The older omega simply sighed and shook his head. “Change for training, let’s go! And you three,” there was no question as to who he was referring to, “I’m not putting in any name-change paperwork, you go to HR if you want to deal with that headache.” Turning on his heel as his hands came up to massage his temples. Muttering something about “kids and their relationships.” as he walked away.
They all raced to change into their training kits, Riccardo and his mates taking the offered tape and gauze Martin grabbed from the first aid box, and awkwardly covering up their bites before walking onto the pitch.
Max had drifted to Riccardo’s side as had become habit, but this time, he walked on the side Ben and Declan did, hands gripping at the bottom of Ricchy’s shirt forcing him to keep to the alphas’ slower pace.
Riccardo exchanged curious glances with his mates at the pups behavior, but shrugged it off, simply grateful that Max was miraculously off his playful crusade against the alphas.
Declan reached out to press a lifting corner of tape down on his neck, wrist caressing his shoulder with a redundant scenting as he moved. Ben smirking at the action from Declan’s other side.
“You three smell nice together,” Max spoke quietly for the first time that day, head ducked, hiding a blush Riccardo could see on the pup’s ears. He brought an arm up, running his fingers through Max’s hair, letting their melded scent linger on the pup.
“Thank you fratellino,” he pressed his nose to the pup’s hairline, taking in his peppery-powder scent, before shoving the young alpha back into his mates, watching them try not to trip over each other as he jogged onto the pitch, blatantly ignoring their annoyed shouts as he got back into the groove.