First off, I don't own any of these characters, nor do I profit from their naughtiness. I do however, own the rights to Ryosuke's dreams, the entirety of their dirty, perverted soulessness.

No warnings, although I do use references up to Episode 22 of Fourth Stage so if you haven't seen that far…please beware? Um..yeah and the whole incest thing. I still find no fault in brothers boinking. It's healthy, it's safe and it's keeping Keisuke from hunting poor Takumi down. That boy doesn't need anyone else clawing at his back trying to push him around. –grins- Enjoy the Takahashi-cest-ness…

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There were few things Keisuke loved more than driving. A lengthy sex session that left him satisfied. A cigarette afterwards. Maybe a good, hot shower that relaxed his tense back muscles. His brother. Of course if they were all included in one situation, it made the deal even sweeter. Of course, he'd never tell the elder Takahashi that, but it was a thought that ran through Keisuke's mind constantly, like a festering little sore that he couldn't rid himself of.

It had been a longer night than he had planned for, the newest additions to his car's look having been added that afternoon and he was dying to take it for a spin, patiently sitting through Project D's meeting and waiting for Takumi to ask his predictable questions, his hands raised above and behind his head, tightly clasped to keep himself from fidgeting. The young 86 driver waved noncommittally and headed back to his car, quickly revving the engine and blowing out of the gallery parking lot, leaving nothing behind except the echoing sound of the small racing engine as he tore down the mountain pass. Keisuke couldn't have been happier to finally be alone with his car, easily slipping into the driver's seat and waving through the windshield as the rest of the crew left, his hands lovingly caressing the steering wheel as he started it up, the low purr of the bright rotary vibrating right to his very core.

The new adjustments and add-ons Fumihiro had put into it were a godsend, the front clip keeping him low to the ground and perfectly in sync with the road surface, the new spoiler, although slightly gawdy to look at, working its magic and seemingly giving him more control over the back end. He threw the wheel to the left and drifted hard around the C-21 corner, eyeing his line and easily completing the maneuver without so much as an inch of countersteer, his movements fluid and calculated as if he had thought about them before going through with them. The rest of Akagi went by without incident, the much loved FD rumbling its way through the streets of Takasaki as its driver made his way back home, unsure of how late he was arriving back but assuming it was long after his brother, since the white FC's engine was no longer ticking and the hood was cool when he grazed his fingertips across it.

He gave a small snort and walked to the inside door, flicking the switch for the garage door, watching it lower halfway before stepping inside and toeing his shoes off, leaning against the wall and being as lazy as possible, now quite tired from his drive and unable to care about anything other than his warm, cozy bed. He stifled a yawn with the back of his hand and stepped quietly past the downstairs livingroom, peeking inside to see if anyone was there. /Of course not/ He told himself. /Too-san and Kaa-san would've been in bed for hours now and Aniki has that exam tomorrow. Just shower and get to bed/

He nodded to noone in particular and made his noisy way upstairs, hesitating before each step creaked underfoot, suddenly angry with himself for not being more quiet. His parents knew that he and his brother stayed out late on the mountain but they hated when he came home only to make noise, the last step echoing in the dark hall. He chuffed indignantly and stormed to his room, passing Ryosuke's and right away noticing that his light was on, the tiny sliver peeking out from underneath the elegantly decorated glass door. It excited him to see that the elder Takahashi was still awake, the promise of a conversation /or possibly more/ looming in his head.

He chose not to knock and headed back on his original course, closing his door behind himself and quickly undressing, tossing all of his clothes except his outer shirt into the hamper, the shirt folded neatly and placed on the tall pile forming beside his closet. /Damned if I'm gonna put them away. I'll only wear them anyway/ Keisuke yawned again and gave a languid stretch before scratching below his sternum and scrunching his face up in slight pleasure. He suddenly felt too lazy to shower but silently remembered a conversation he had with Ryosuke one morning, the two days after his car had been taken out of commission by the oil incident.

"Keisuke, wake up. You're going to be late for the meeting. Keisuke?" Ryosuke knocked a bit more loudly on the younger driver's door before opening it and peeking inside, wrinkling his nose as he took in the obvious destruction. "Keisuke! Get up now!"

The younger brother rolled onto his stomach and peeked up from beneath the blankets, his bangs hanging lifelessly over his forehead and eyes barely specks in a pasty looking face.

"Hai, Aniki. I'm awake. Whaddya want?" He smacked his lips and grimaced, tasting cigarettes and remembering that he hadn't brushed his teeth the night before.

Come to think of it, he couldn't remember bathing either. He lifted himself a bit to peer over at his alarm clock, squinting and staring in disbelief.

"It's only…whoa. Noon? Ugh…no more gaming all night anymore for me..

Ryosuke only rolled his eyes and opened the door a bit further, stepping inside and gingerly walking around the clutter to the window, quickly lifting it open to air the room out, his nose picking up cigarette smoke, sweat and stale nacho chips. Only Keisuke could live in such conditions and not seem to notice it.

"I think you should get up and shower. It's by sheer force of will that I can walk in here at all without gagging. Honestly, it's been two days. Get yourself together before you turn into some hermit." He unceremoniously snatched the boy's blankets and tore them off of the mostly nude body, smirking at the startled yelp the blond gave.

"Aniki!"

The bathroom was large, one of three in the Takahashi household, connecting to both Keisuke and Ryosuke's bedrooms, the matching doors on opposite walls to accommodate the wide shower and whirlpool tub, both of which Keisuke enjoyed thoroughly. He closed his door and set about starting the shower, noticing that Ryosuke's door was slightly ajar and tugging it closed but not locking it, in case the elder man had to use the toilet or something equally mundane.

The water was hot immediately and the FD driver stepped in, tugging the glass door closed and easing himself under the spray, hissing out loud as the heated liquid seared into his chest and belly, coursing hot down his legs and curling around his toes, burning them as they had become cold on the bathroom's tiled floor. He idly sorted through the various products the two boys had collected, finding his shampoo and dipping his head into the water to thoroughly soak it, closing his eyes as he squirted the rose scented concoction into his hand, massaging vigorously as he propped the bottle back up and worked hard to get the day's grime out.

He rinsed his hands and let the suds sit atop his head as he popped open the little shower box that held his favourite soap, lemon and lime scented to wake him up when he needed it, the box being Ryosuke's idea when his sandalwood soap started to smell like citrus rinds. He sniffed it as he always did and gave a low sigh, enjoying the smell and right away bathing in it, the room quickly smelling like a juice factory. He held the soap in his left hand as he turned under the spray to rinse, the right hand rubbing along his body to rid himself of the tickling lather, his head tilted back to completely rinse the shampoo as well, making one long go of it and standing as sparkling clean as he usually did.

On a whim, Keisuke stared down at the soap in his hand and then stood on his toes to peek over the shower door, noticing that he was indeed still alone, both hands now working the soap viciously as he worked up a hearty lather and replaced the slimmer bar into its box, fumbling slightly with the soapy object before leaning against the back wall and spreading his legs a bit, both hands migrating without delay to his cock, its limp appearance quickly changing as he stroked himself with loving, soapy strides.

It wasn't uncommon for him to masturbate in the shower but he hardly did it when his family was home, the harmonics in the room far too good as his voice carried easily, trying vainly to keep himself from vocalizing anything beyond light grunts which disappeared under the normal shower noise. He thumbed the head firmly and leaned more heavily against the wall, resting his head back as well as he closed his eyes, trying to come up with an image that would bring him off more quickly, only managing one idea, one that both intrigued him and worried him somewhat.

Keisuke let the image linger as he worked feverishly on his arousal, his pants becoming slightly more pronounced as the fantasy continued, his tongue snaking out for a brief second to lick at his oddly dry lips as he moaned loud enough for it to echo back, his eyes flashing open and hips snapping as his last thought brought him over the edge, thick gobs of come spurting from him and coating his hand, dribbling down with the aid of the water to travel down his legs and disappear down the drain, all evidence gone once he found the strength to stand up straight and wash off, his breath evening out but still quite laboured. He sighed softly to himself and flicked the water off, wringing out his hair and shaking some of the excess water off before opening the door and blindly reaching around the stall for the towel rack, snatching up a fluffy white one and stepping out onto the bathmat.

He draped the towel over his head and rubbed hard, fluffing the blond strands and wiping at his ears, face and neck, oblivious to his audience before he lowered the material and headed for his lower regions, towel in tow, wanting to dry quickly, brush his teeth and be in bed before the sun came up. He had his back to Ryosuke's door and didn't notice the elder man leaning against it, arms crossed over his chest and eyes watching every move Keisuke made. He smirked slightly and cleared his throat, immediately garnering the younger man's attention, in all its fluffy, blushing, nude glory.

"A..Aniki!"

A/N: …..this will continue shortly. I loathe people who don't update and this is too juicy to not update. Besides…I have plans for these two beauties. –grins-