Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THEM! I do own a pair of black silk boxer shorts and a piece of broken right taillamp from a red Honda however. The mix-matched items reside in a sealed box under my bed. I've tried to pry the lid open some nights to see if they have naughty little parties when I'm not looking, but to no avail.

Warnings: Yaoi of the Night Kids type. Swearing, adult situations (or as adult as two twenty somethings can get while boinking) and very little else to be warned of.

"Fuck, I knew it! You're a goddamn whore, Nakazato!"

The short haired driver snorted and tore out of the gallery parking lot just before a set of cars came barrelling down the mountain, making quick work of them as his beloved 'R' coasted around each corner lithesomely, leaving only squeals and dust in its wake. A sidelong glance towards his passenger caused the Nissan lover to lick his lips, Shingo's left hand hovering over his mouth as he stared out the window to keep himself occupied before they arrived back at Takeshi's apartment, his fingers idly running along his lips in a vain attempt to fight off the nicotine craving he was currently suffering through.

"Oi, Takeshi."

"Hmm?"

"Can I smoke at your place? I don't really want to do it in your car and I guess I can have a quick one once we park, before we go inside."

"Do that. I don't want my landlord to think I've started smoking. It raises the insurance on the place."

"Ah, sou ka."

The rest of the ride went on in silence, Takeshi glancing over twice more before resigning himself to watching the road instead as a delivery truck whizzed past him, his right hand raised in the silent salute before he pulled into his driveway and parked.

He slid himself from the low bucket seat and gave a moan as he stretched, slamming the heavy door and heading for the building, already flipping through his keyring to find the right one for his front door.

The rustle of plastic wrappings behind him caught his attention, dark eyes darting to Shingo's hands where he cradled a new pack of cigarettes, quickly snapping the cover open and plucking out a thin stick, his lighter fumbled for in the front left pocket of his pants. The EG6 lover flicked it open and lit the cancerous item, immediately taking a heavy drag and blowing the smoke to the side, a low sigh issuing from his lips.

"Fuck yeah, that's nice. I should have never started these damn things. Fucking peer pressure.."

A chuckle from Takeshi made the more dangerous of the two blush a bit, his feet trudging embarrassedly as he caught up and stepped into pace behind his leader, the apartment coming into view faster than he thought. He worked on the smoke until he got rid of his craving, tossing the remainder of it into the grass where he trampled it into the soil, keys jingling as Takeshi opened the door to the front hall and stepped aside to allow his teammate inside first.

"Welcome to Chez Nakazato. Say anything bad about it and I'll pound you."

He earned himself a snort and two thuds as Shingo's heavy sneakers were slipped off onto the mat, his sock feet carrying him from the hardwood floor to the low but immensely cozy couch in the largest area of living space.

"It's nice. But, there's no chance of you pounding me, Takeshi. Remember, I'm not a happy bottom. You'd find out right away why I'm called dangerous even off of the street."

"Hentai."

The smaller driver laughed out loud before standing again, brushing his shirt off when he noticed stray hairs clinging to it, the source of said hairs giving a small yawn and padding out from under the recliner. A long haired white cat, its tail a mass of fluff that reminded the Honda supporter of a goose down chamois he had seen once in the auto body shop.

"You have a cat? I never thought of you as a pet person, Takeshi. Least of all a cat. A snake or a bird maybe."

The Night Kids leader bent over and scooped the tired animal into his arms, managing to cover himself in the soft fur but not minding in the slightest. He nuzzled her head softly with his chin before dropping her gently onto the couch beside the other driver, quickly brushing himself off furiously.

"She was caught in my garbage can one night when the lid closed down on her. I brought her in and fed her and she kinda stayed. That was over a year ago. Her name's Mollie."

"Mollie?"

"Fuck off. It was the first name to come to mind."

"Ha! It wasn't 'Skyline' or 'Iwannafuckshingobadlyrightnow'?"

"Fucking pervert's what you are, Shingo."

"Mmhmm, but you love it, admit it."

The GT-R master gave a harsh scoff before kneeling down on the empty end of the couch, resting nearly on top of the other with one hand on the backrest and the other on the armrest, leaving very little space between them as he levelled a wicked look upon the younger driver.

"I'll never admit that I love your perverted tendencies, but maybe if I'm shown a sample beforehand, I could grow to love them.."

"Mmm good idea. Give me the grand tour, including the bedroom. Preferrably that room first."

Takeshi stood again and headed towards the apartment hall, turning a bit to flick a smouldering stare over his shoulder, a wriggle of black encased ass tempting the other Night Kid into motion. In a flash he was behind the taller driver, his hands winding themselves around the slim waist as they sought out the man's fly, his head resting on a well formed shoulder as he breathed in the noticably clean scent of his longtime friend.

There was little complaint from the other driver as Shingo took advantage of the situation, getting the fly open as far as it could go before he slipped his hand inside, between the warm silk boxers and Takeshi's slightly fluffy body, burying his fingers in the tight curls at the base of his cock before cupping the package itself in his large palm, giving it a teasing squeeze. The short haired racer moaned out loud and rested his head off to one side, offering the other his neck as they continued to stumble awkwardly to the bedroom.

A sharp nip to his exposed throat made Takeshi jump, his eyes wide and hands flying up to grip Shingo's groping appendages, his cock giving a pleased throb from the sudden but delightful feeling it produced.

"Ahh Shingo. If you wanted me this badly before, why didn't you say something? It's not like I've ever ruined your plans by dating someone. I'm a bit limited in the boyfriend department."

"Fuck that. I still would've tried to have you. I'm not exactly a patient person. This time though...I was worried that you didn't want anything remotely to do with me. Sexually, I mean."

The long haired downhiller blushed slightly as he licked at the pulse point below Takeshi's right ear, his hands sliding along the well formed hips to forcefully push down on the tight pants, wanting the arrogant leader naked as soon as possible. He managed about halfway before Takeshi growled and took over, tearing the dark material from his legs along with his underwear, his shirt pulled up and over his head, it too tossed aside, forgotten in the haze of anticipation.

Shingo stared for a brief moment before flopping himself down on the end of the bed and dragging his soon to be lover towards him, spreading his own legs so Takeshi could stand as close as possible, his groin in line with the EG6 driver's face. He licked his lips and encircled the thick shaft with his right hand, the left curling around the pert, warm buttocks to hold the other in place as he did his thing.

Gently, he lapped at the flushed head while his hand squeezed erratically, not giving the taller driver a rhythm he could expect and rely on, his lips coming gradually closer to the smooth skin before they parted and wrapped completely around, noisily suckling the entire head inside. He kept his eyes down so he could concentrate on his new task, firmly stroking along the width as he bobbed slowly, his tongue still teasing along the crown and teasingly flicking over the tiny hole, the tip wiggling against it as if to penetrate but unable to do so.

Takeshi was in absolute heaven, his last sexual encounter going on three years past, a torrid meeting between himself and the leader of a now defunct downhill team, Black Mask. They were a favourable team but once being beaten by the future Night Kids leader, they broke up, and Takeshi never heard from their leader ever again. He pushed the thought of his former lover out of his mind and decided to concentrate on his current one, Shingo's tongue doing marvelous, if purposefully teasing, things to him. He lifted both hands and buried them in the Honda driver's hair, curling around it tightly as he started to thrust minutely, not wanting to choke the other but needing that thin sliver of control back.

There were telltale twitches and grunts coming from the R32 lover that told Shingo his current situation, slowly forcing him to stop his ministrations and back off of the turgid flesh, giving the head one last firm lick, to which it replied with a hard twitch and a gentle oozing of precome. The growl that followed made the smart-assed driver smirk, his eyes lifting to stare up into the dazed but still pissed off face of his teammate.

"Damn, Shingo. Why'd you stop? I was like this close..." He gestured with his thumb and forefinger less than an inch apart. "This better not be just some game you're playing to arouse me then leave, because I'm not into that."

The reclined racer chuckled and stood, quickly divesting himself of his own clothes and once giving himself a few dangerously sensuous strokes, settled back on the bed, crawling up to rest against the headboard, his back feeling the cool wood as his legs sat straight ahead. He patted his lap and moved his left hand back to his cock, stroking it more slowly but considering the look of utter ecstacy on the Civic driver's face, he was aroused to the point of pain.

"Come on up here and have a seat, Takeshi."

The Skyline owner snorted quietly and turned to his right, the dresser there filled with his pants and shorts as well as socks and underwear, any real man's place to stash his sex based items. Digging out a small bottle of lubricant and two square packets, he returned to the bed, climbing up and crawling on all fours to the waiting body. He left one packet on the pillow and gently tore the other open, assuming that the suddenly pushy driver would want him to apply it, his fingers deftly unrolling the sheath over his hot skin. Applying a large dollop of the lube to the tip he closed the cap and tossed it to the pillow as well, using both hands to thoroughly stroke the other Night Kid's arousal.

After enduring a snarl and a threat of being left alone if he didn't hurry, Takeshi shifted himself to straddle the smaller man's lap and held his cock with one hand while the other steadied from the headboard, wriggling his hips a bit to get the position just right before lowering his weight onto the fat shaft. He felt the smooth surface slip inside and moaned loudly, allowing his weight alone to guide it in now as his holding hand slid to the headboard, his legs far apart as he slowly impaled himself. Once settled, he wiggled a bit to confirm the fit and waited, panting heavily.

"Goddamn, fuck..that's, ow. It's been a while I guess.."

"Same here but there's no 'ow' from this end. Just 'fuck I think I'm gonna blow right now'." Shingo laughed for a moment before lifting both hands and resting them on Takeshi's hips, holding him down firmly as he thrust upwards, burying himself as deeply as he possibly could, his teeth tightly clenched as he hissed between them,

"Fuck, Takeshi. You're like a wet vice. Tell me again why I didn't try to fuck you years ago?"

"Because I probably would've punched you and told you to fuck off?"

"Urusai."

With a grunt borne of effort, Takeshi lifted himself up along the throbbing arousal until only the head remained inside, his bottom lip worried between his teeth as he quickly dropped himself back down, his fingernails digging viciously into the headboard as he repeated the action. His knees took the brunt of it as each upward movement bent them so he was kneeling astride Shingo's lap, then their relaxation bringing him back down upon the delicious thickness, his own cock leaking immensely, the clear liquid tickling the underside as it travelled lower with each subsequent movement.

Taking pity on the taller man, Shingo wrapped his left hand around Takeshi's cock and stroked firmly, wanting him to come quickly simply because his own release was on its way, his other hand holding the Nissan lover's hips down a bit so he couldn't move quite as much. With a strangled shout, Takeshi came, the thick seed spurting forth to spatter Shingo's chest and belly, a few dribbles slithering down his hand as he started to pump roughly into the other's now incredibly tight passage, his mouth open as he panted.

Gripping Takeshi's waist as he came, Shingo more than likely bruised the flesh but didn't even register his strength as he emptied inside the warm, slick space, his body shuddering before he still completely and sighed out loud, his hands falling to rest atop the no doubt soiled bedspread. He managed a grin and looked up into the Skyline owner's obviously tired face.

"Can't say that wasn't the night of your life. I've never heard you yell so loud, Takeshi. And you made a fucking mess all over me too..."

"That's the benefit of being taken, I guess. You're contained all nice and neat and I'm allowed to coat you in my...my stuff."

The elder Night Kid felt the slight creep of a blush as it crossed his nose, carefully extricating himself from the other's lap and heading to the bathroom, in dire need of tissues since he didn't keep any in the bedroom. He came back with a handful and tossed them to Shingo to clean himself with while he dealt with the condom, wrapping it up neatly in the white material and placing it in the bathroom trash, bringing the small wastebasket back in with him for his lover to toss his garbage into.

The downhiller was already pulling back the covers and was about to slip underneath when he peered back with a pleading look, wanting to fall asleep quickly by the weary look in his eyes.

"Did you think you were going to stay here tonight, Shingo?"

"I was kinda hoping so, yeah. Is that not allowed?"

"I've never had someone stay the night before. It's gonna be kinda awkward in the morning isn't it?"

Shingo rolled his eyes and slapped the rolled down covers, sneaking himself underneath them before stretching out and sighing loudly.

"Nah. I'm off tomorrow so I can sleep in, What about you? I didn't think you worked weekends."

"No, I don't. I guess it'll be ok."

The Night Kids leader slithered himself under the thick blankets and instead of pulling them up to his chin as he normally would have, he rolled onto his side to face shingo and curled up against him, pushing the extra supplies from his pillow to the floor and resting his head on one well rounded shoulder. Draping his arm over the other's chest completed the comfort level and he closed his eyes, already asleep before his mind could even shut down.

The violent downhiller couldn't immediately fall asleep in a strange place though, his mind running through the checklist he normally did at home, remembering where his wallet, keys and clothes were left before he went to bed.

He finally relaxed and let his eyes close before they snapped right back open, almost sitting up but unable to because of the weight on his one side, his teeth chewing at his bottom lip. He whispered into the darkened room to noone in particular, realizing that they had never even turned the lights on but immediately going back to his sudden thought, that nagging fear eating away deep into his gut.

"I don't think I locked my car..."