Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THEM! Kyoichi says I should keep my mouth shut when I finish yelling that because I've usually got some smart assed thing to say afterwards. -pouts- On with the show.
Notes: Ok, this isn't much different in style than my other Initial D fics except for the fact that it's set five years in the past. It will be Ryosuke/Kyoichi-centric, as it's their pasts I'm recreating, due to its mention in my other fic, Secrets Between Brothers. Also, the timeline suggests pre-First Stage and I'm aware that in the anime, everyone looked different in the beginning. I'm asking everyone to disregard their former looks and to go with what I describe, the basic Fourth Stage image of each character.
Warnings: Darkfic, yaoi, adult language. Ryosuke/Kyoichi luffins of the dirtiest kind. This will be a chaptered fic but only a short set, simply because I have too much on the go. It won't be nearly as long as Secrets and shorter than Friends. Two or three chapters, four at most.
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"You're not doing it right."
"The hell I'm not. Hand me the bottle. I need to slick it up again."
"Again? You're going to drown us both. I hardly think it needs enough for you to bathe in."
"Fuck off, Ryosuke. I'm a pro at this. Just hand me the fucking lube."
"Mmhmm. You said the same thing about sex and I distinctly remember having difficulty walking afterwards."
"Oh, go to hell."
Laughter followed the future Emperor leader as he flipped the eldest Takahashi off, heading towards the gravel driveway to light up his cigarette. He knew better than to smoke within the other boy's garage, the pack and lighter snatched from his back jeans pocket. The Toyota driver dragged on the slim stick before looking over his shoulder and lifting the pack in a silent offer, Ryosuke's hand taking it without so much as a whispered word. The snap of a lighter later and both men stood peacefully in the waning afternoon sunlight. Behind them sat Kyoichi's most valuable possession. His Supra, with it's now newly lubricated parts.
"So school is finally out for you huh? You must be excited. Means you don't have to dick around with it during the day anymore. What've you got planned for the Fall?"
The raven haired Takahashi shrugged gently and flicked his finished cigarette into the gravel, watching it smoke softly before answering.
"My father is expecting me to part-time with him at the clinic and my mother has already sorted the forms for me to send in to the local universities. By Christmas, I'll be a first year med student somewhere."
"Fuck. Does that mean you'll be gone for a long time?"
"Not if I can get in somewhere local. Too-san has friends on the board at Takasaki University so chances are, I'll go there."
"Ahh, sou ka."
Kyoichi snorted softly and turned towards the other man, winding his right arm around his shoulders as he pressed their lips together, a light kiss meant only to finish the conversation instead of start a new one. He stepped away and tossed a wave over his other shoulder, his somewhat large frame folding itself into the Supra and forcing the engine to life.
There was little dust kicked up as he took off, backing out and down the Takahashi's long driveway, his backtires squealing as they caught the pavement, the little car shooting off like a rocket. Ryosuke watched with a bright smile on his face as it left, moving his athleticly built body to clean up the mess and head inside. The scent of baking pasta greeted him at the door, as well as his light haired mother, the middle-aged woman's bright smile always making him feel right at home. With a small nod he passed her on the way to his bedroom, ascending the stairs and closing the door behind himself.
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Dinner was an uneventful affair due to the lack of family members, the eldest male Takahashi only walking in after the others had put the dishes away, his tired looking face issuing a challenge to anyone who even dared to ask how his day went. He bent over the kitchen table and lightly kissed the boy's mother on the cheek before heading upstairs to shower and change, his voiced opinion on the delicious smells in the room drowned out by crashing and grunting coming from the doorway to the garage.
A spiked blond head peeked around the jamb and the lanky body attached to it flopped in through the doorway shortly afterwards, his giggles and raucus laughter informing the other Takahashi's that he had had a good day at school. He left his bag and shoes in a heap at the door and flew past his mother, nearly bowling her over in his haste to get upstairs, his tall but still thin frame standing at Ryosuke's french door for less than a second before he pushed it open and stepped in.
"Oi, Aniki! I aced that English test today! Too-san took me for dinner to celebrate after he picked me up!"
The ball of energy sat himself down on the edge of his brother's bed and smiled, staring at the other as he waited less than patiently for a response. "Aniki?"
"Hmm? Sorry, Keisuke. I wasn't paying attention."
The younger boy frowned and huffed indignantly before standing up and giving the dark haired driver a pinch on the cheek, purposely gripping the flesh tightly enough to hurt.
"I said, I aced my English test today. Then Too-san took me out for dinner. How come you're so spacey today?"
"I'm just thinking. Now that I'm finished school, I have so much to plan for. Kyoichi's upset that I'll end up leaving forever when I go away to university.."
"Kyoichi? That big guy with the Supra? Ugh! I thought you stopped talking to him. Is he still your 'friend'?"
"Keisuke! I've told you before that we're friends, yes. Stop trying to make it sound like it's more than just that."
The blond huffed again and turned to leave, slamming the glass door behind himself and stomping off to his own room, his own door slamming in echo. Ryosuke was loathe to tell the younger Takahashi that he had indeed been intimate with the dark haired Irohazaka driver, knowing full well that Keisuke couldn't keep a secret to save his life.
With a heavy sigh Ryosuke sat back in his comfortable computer chair, the desktop machine whirring quietly as he closed his eyes and rocked slightly from side to side.
"It's just going to get worse from here on out. Why does the future have to be so unpredictable..."
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The early spring weeks flew by as Ryosuke worked diligently with his father on weekends in the clinic, helping with menial jobs and shadowing the elder man as well as he could to gain much needed knowledge, even going so far as to prepare coffee and lunch for him when the days were particularly busy. He returned home each night exhausted and with a light kiss on the forehead from his mother, the dark haired driver either showered quickly and then slept or simply collapsed onto his bed and fell into a deep slumber.
In comparison, Keisuke's days seemed meaningless, his rambling on about walking to town instead of driving pushing him to the brink of madness, the thick driver's handbook open in his lap every time he had a few minutes to spare. He had to learn how to drive to be like his brother mostly, the underlying need for transportation to go out to the movies or for dinner adding to the younger Takahashi's desperation. He had plenty of friends but only one of them already had his license, a long haired honey blond named Kenta, a favourite of Keisuke's but the least favourite of his parent's, due to the boy's nearly scary obsession with their son. He lacked a car but was saving for one and in truth, this fact made Keisuke's parents feel better about the situation, knowing that Kenta was responsible enough to do that much.
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One hot Thursday afternoon in August found Ryosuke and Kyoichi reclining in the dappled shade of a large maple tree, its leaves affording them slight respite from the blazing sun as they dozed quietly, The Mazda driver settled between the other's legs, his back to Kyoichi's chest as he used the man as a well built piece of recliner furniture. He shifted somewhat when a tiny fly landed on his nose and gave a small chuckle as the larger driver's arms tightened their hold around his waist, as if daring him to escape.
"Hnn..stop moving, Ryo. I was just getting comfortable." The future Emperor leader nuzzled Ryosuke's hair as he mumbled, sounding for all the world like a man in the first vestiges of sleep. "Besides, it's still early. We can sit here for another couple hours at least."
"There was a fly on my nose. I was trying to shoo him off without inhaling him, thank you."
"Inhaling him? That's fucking gross. Bugs in the lungs. Heh. Sounds like some horror movie disease. Great way to ruin the moment. You have a habit of doing that." Kyoichi lifted his right hand and tapped the elder Takahashi on the tip of his delicate little nose, causing the smaller man to jump slightly.
"Kyo, knock it off! Now I was just about to get comfortable!"
Deep laughter was the only response Ryosuke would receive for the rest of the lengthy lounging session, both men easily falling asleep in the damp heat, luckily shaded or else they would have been sunburned beyond recognition. It was dark by the time Kyoichi snuffled himself awake, stretching his wide form out before giving his lover a shake, gaining a grunt instead of a loving greeting. The dark haired Toyota driver laughed and scooped the smaller man up, cradling him against his chest as he walked back to the car, easily placing Ryosuke into his seat and buckling him in.
Keisuke was waiting on the front step of their home with his arms crossed as Kyoichi drove up, holding his hand out the window in a wave as he parked and climbed out to help Ryosuke to his feet, his eyes following the blond's as he approached to help first, wanting to keep his body between the intruder and his beloved aniki. He hurriedly snatched the door open and unbuckled the waking man, slipping his arms around his chest to haul him up with a slight struggle. Kyoichi couldn't do much except watch and shrug when Keisuke flashed him a nasty glare, flicking a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it up while he followed the Takahashi's to the door.
"He's fine, just tired. We went to the rest area on Akagi and he fell asleep. I'll call him tomorrow after work. Can you tell him that?"
Keisuke had opened the door and allowed his brother to walk inside himself, his fatigue wearing off somewhat as he trudged to his room, leaving the wary blond on the stoop with his boyfriend. Kyoichi's eyes never left the younger boy's as they silently squared off, the elder man knowing full well that Keisuke was protective of his brother and he had been warned ahead of time that Keisuke could get nasty if he was provoked.
He headed back to his car as Keisuke continued to stand his ground unanswering, tossing his cigarette butt into the gravel before taking off, his dark eyes watching the blond move into the house by way of his rear view mirror. Had he seen something akin to lust in the boy's dark eyes? Was Keisuke just playing with him to see what would happen? To see if he could come between himself and Ryosuke?
"That kid's gonna be trouble. I can feel it..."
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Another week passed and Ryosuke again found himself in Kyoichi's embrace, this time in a less than innocent position, his legs spread as he straddled the larger man's lap, strong hands holding his hips as he was lifted and lowered upon the other's slick arousal. He moaned out loud and tossed his head back, raven hued hair flipping out of his face as he ground his hips down against Kyoichi's. It was hard to be quiet when he was being loved so harshly, his fingernails digging into the other driver's shoulders tightly enough to leave symmetric half moons in the caramel coloured skin. The elder Takahashi doubted his ability to remain silent and as Kyoichi's hand found his cock in the semi darkness, Ryosuke cried out loudly and came, messing both of them before collapsing in a panting heap.
Both men reached for their cigarettes and lit up silently, the taller form moving to stand as he leaned on the windowsill, the smoke drifting outside so it wouldn't fill the room. Ryosuke's parents knew he smoked but as Kyoichi had been snuck inside this particular night, it wouldn't do to have an excessive amount lingering for someone to notice. The sound of something hitting the floor in the next room had the Mazda driver on his feet and tugging on a robe, knowing that at this hour, his parents would be asleep but Keisuke would not. He stayed up late most nights playing videogames and with their rooms being so close and all...
"Could he have heard us?" Kyoichi asked in barely a whisper. "I don't want him squealing his ass off about what we do together."
"He's very good about keeping secrets but he's only 16. Things tend to leak out by accident."
The Irohazaka master sighed out loud and snubbed the butt of his smoke in the ashtray atop Ryosuke's headboard, hurriedly picking up his clothes and dressing like a man possessed, wanting to be fully clothed should the nosy blond poke his head around the door, the french styled item an annoyance Kyoichi didn't enjoy at all. He bent at the knees and rested with a leg on either side of the reclined Takahashi's, pressing their lips together forcefully, nearly clashing teeth as he claimed the pretty mouth for the umpteenth time that night. He couldn't get enough of Ryosuke's taste, that delicate hint of vanilla that followed him everywhere he went and the delightful way he moaned breathlessly as the larger man pulled away.
A dark look crossed Kyoichi's face as he stared down at his brilliant lover, sliding his left hand around the boy's arousal and stroking it as he had done earlier, the slick seed still aiding the movement. They both knew it was a tease because in less than a minute he'd be leaving, his lips and teeth finding the thick vein below Ryosuke's jaw and favouring it with much needed attention.
The young Sudou purred along with his lover as Ryosuke tipped his head back and clutched at Kyoichi's hair, his eyes open to watch but only seeing the ceiling and then, the bedroom door opening, a tousled blond head poking its way past before the unwanted guest stepped right in, closing the door behind himself. The door latching itself into the jamb caught Kyoichi's attention as he whirled to face a distinctly angry looking Keisuke, the boy's hands tucked into fists at his sides as he glared down at the dressed but guilty looking driver.
He pointed to Kyoichi. "I want him out, Aniki. I..I can't believe you brought him here. It's not bad enough that you have to pick the weirdest of partners but to actually bring them home to...to fuck. I heard you just now..."
"Keisuke..."
"I heard you! I heard you moan his name, Aniki!"
The young blond shuddered with sobs before he reefed the glass door open and ran into the hallway, followed closly by the other two, Kyoichi standing in the wide hall while Ryosuke slipped around the door to watch his brother go into the garage and silently close the door behind him, not wanting to wake their parents. The sound of a car door opening and closing brought a light smile to Ryosuke's face as he turned to went back to his bed, sighing out loud.
"Maybe you should go, Kyo. He's going to be upset if you're still here in the morning and you've got to work early right?"
"Yeah. I'll see you after dinner then alright?" He leaned in and pecked Ryosuke on the cheek before picking up his keys and wallet and heading downstairs, leaving the elder Takahashi to get some sleep.
He slipped his shoes on and left by way of the front door, avoiding the garage like the plague because of the anger he could feel radiating from the door, his car conveniently parked below the elder boy's window in case of an emergency. He gunned the engine and bolted quickly, the well loved Supra barrelling back towards Nikko without even a backwards glance.
Ryosuke sullenly slid into a pair of comfortable silk pants and tied the drawstring as he walked downstairs, his slippers found at the bottom and put on without much effort, his eyes falling on the closed garage door. He pushed it open gently and approached his beloved FC, the white beast a gift from his parents when he had gotten his driver's license and graduated highschool. he ran his right hand along the hood as he stepped up to the driver's side, his brothers body huddled in the seat as he sat curled up on himself. The doors were always unlocked when it was inside and ever since Ryosuke had gotten the car, if he and Keisuke fought, the younger boy usually ended up sitting inside of it as if it were his safety zone.
Smiling to himself, Ryosuke opened the passenger side and climbed in, opening his arms for the saddened blond, his thin but tall form easily collapsing into the elder man's lap, burying his face against the warm but still bared chest. A few slowing sniffles left and he already felt better, watery green eyes lifting to gaze upon the other's smiling face.
"Why'd you have to do that, Aniki? I don't wanna know who you're with. Especially not that guy. He's no good for you, I just know it."
He buried his face further against Ryosuke's chest and murred quietly as the elder Takahashi carded his fingers through the blond locks, enjoying how their spikey appearance was natural and not gained with large amounts of hair products.
"I'm sorry, Keisuke. I didn't think anyone would still be awake. Normally we'd have gone back to his place or the mountain..."
"Aniki...!" The ball of shivering anger whined loudly as he was caressed so lovingly, a gesture the boy had enjoyed as a child, always in the comforting embrace of his brother. "No more.."
"Sorry again then. I'll keep my sexual schedule to myself."
Looking down, Ryosuke blinked and smiled warmly, loving the small noises the younger man made. He'd never tire of the boy, not even if he whined for the rest of his life. A slight twinge of worry seeped into the back of his mind as he stared into Keisuke's eyes, noticing the lack of sincerity they normally held when the boy was apologizing or begging.
"Are you going to be ok if we go back inside? I need to sleep and you've got school."
"Hai, I'll be ok. Just...don't bring him around anymore. I don't know what it is but I don't want to see him with you. He's...wrong, Aniki."