Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THEM! I'd have Ryosuke and Keisuke chained together in my basement if I did. Just willing slaves, ready to do my evil incest induced bidding…
Warnings: NO SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER. Just shounen ai…if that's even a category anymore. –rolls eyes-
The driver behind him only smirked as the light coloured Toyota moved away from him at an alarming rate, the boy's speed not surprising him but it did thrill him in a certain way, his mind rapidly calculating the possible outcomes…
Keisuke snorted as he tore the door to his beloved FD open and hunkered back down into the comfortable bucket seat, angrily slamming the door behind himself and digging his keys back out of his pocket, his hands shaking as he slid the key in and turned the well tuned beast on. It roared as he let the emergency brake go and shot down the narrow street away from the Fujiwara tofu shop, the somewhat grizzled owner standing in the doorway with a smirk on his face.
"He's got a terrible attitude but a lot of willpower. I'll give him that.."
It was as if the man was purposely giving him the wrong idea, thought Keisuke. He had asked the elder Fujiwara if he knew where Takumi was, having immediately noticed upon driving towards the shop that the white Toyota wasn't parked in the alleyway. It took a lot of patience on behalf of the young Takahashi but he managed to get a sleepy sounding negative from the aged downhiller, his mood darkening as he rushed from the shop.
/There's no way Fujiwara's on Akina this time of night, is there? It's fucking late. I can't believe I even asked his dad where he was. I must be fucking crazy… /
The blond threw his car into second gear as he approached the road that led to Mt. Akina, the brightly decorated tourist signs making him groan, knowing full well that they worked, considering the heavy traffic that drove past his own house during the summertime. Giving the eye catching FD a gulp of gas, he switched into third gear and tore up the gradually ascending roadway, the first turn less than a quarter mile from him. It took less than a minute to reach the base of the popular attraction and with a groan and low whine, the car downshifted according to his movements, his brakes catching just in time as he threw the rear end around and started up the steep incline that signaled the absolute bottom of the winding road, the powerful twin turbines working overtime as he pushed them harder than usual.
At the peak of the mountain, two cars sat silently, the gallery parking lot deserted except for the two diehard driving stars, Takumi with his can of iced tea and Ryosuke with his can of coffee, the steam slowly seeping from the freshly opened container. He tipped his head back and took a long drink of it, hissing softly afterwards as the hot beverage burned at his tongue and throat. With a blink, Takumi drank a loud gulp of his own item, leaning back lovingly against the 86's modified hood.
It had been a hard race, Ryosuke winning against the seemingly brainless Fujiwara only by mistake, Takumi's resolve broken by the sight of the white FC in his side view mirror as it sped past him and dangerously swung the back end to take the last corner by force, Ryosuke's concentration and utter pride in his skills almost frightening the once delivery boy. He cleared his throat and coughed slightly, nervous about being alone with the elder Takahashi, both from his sense of awe and the uncomfortable situation which had happened earlier.
"Ano, Ryosuke-san? Is there a reason why you followed me all the way here? I mean, I was going to go home but changed my mind at the last minute. How'd you know I'd be here?"
With a noisy shuffle, Takumi shifted his feet around and went back to drinking his tea, holding it tightly enough to dent the centre of the can.
The dark haired med student chuckled quietly and tipped his head back for the last of the bitter brew, walking the few steps to the garbage can and tossing it inside, the tin clanking against it before he went back and settled against the other's car, alongside the edgy driver. He crossed his arms over his chest and turned slightly, looking Takumi in the eye as he spoke, keeping it slow so the boy would understand without having to ask more questions.
"You're predictable, Fujiwara. When you're upset, you drive Akina. You and Keisuke are so alike that it shocks me. He is right now driving Akagi in anger, simply because we had an argument about you. He'll be fine though. I've never known him to hold a grudge for very long. Especially not against me."
It was against Takumi's nature to go a conversation without asking a question, his eyes wide and tongue full of knots.
"Y..you and Keisuke-san had a fight over me? G..gomen ne. I didn't mean to be a bother. I just had questions."
Ryosuke laughed out loud this time, certain that the boy's driving skills must come from an unnatural source, a demon, the ghost of a deceased driving star, something. He was simply too dull witted to be an intelligent competitor.
"We fight all the time. It's nothing to me anymore. He'll return home with a smile and tell me about the newest skill he acquired while risking his life needlessly. You've seen him practice. Some days, I wonder how he makes it down the mountain alive."
He quirked an eyebrow at Takumi and waited for him, the boy so close to laughing that his eyes filled with tears, the silence on the mountain suddenly broken by raucous laughter, Ryosuke blinking as he heard more sound than he thought possible from the normally mute driver.
"I can't imagine Keisuke-san being so irresponsible! He always drives so hard but his skills are obvious. That's so hard to believe…"
He wiped at his eyes and finished off his tea, taking Ryosuke's lead and tossing it into the proper receptacle, regaining his place against the slowly ticking car.
"I guess I should have expected this, after seeing you two…like that. I really don't know what to think, but it's none of my business anyway. It just kind of looked like Keisuke-san was trying to rub something in my face..
Ryosuke sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation, the boy's always being trampled on attitude becoming more of a nuisance and less of an intrigue.
"Keisuke and I have…an odd relationship. Normally brothers are supposed to compete with each other, argue over girls, things like that. Especially considering our ages are so close. He just chose an inopportune moment to let you see what kind of person he can be when he and I are alone together. Even now though, I'm saying too much about it."
The 86 driver's eyes widened at the mention of it being too long of a conversation, the wheels in his head spinning as he thought back to his first notion, that maybe they were pondering over car specs and course schedules. They were of course in Ryosuke's room together, himself in only a robe and Keisuke in nothing but a blanket. The words 'relationship' and 'alone together' clicked and he stared wide eyed at the elder Takahashi, the absolute truth gripping at his insides, making his stomach clench painfully.
"Ryosuke-san? A..ano…are you and Keisuke-san…lovers?"
The last word was almost a whisper from the younger man's lips, his face colouring immediately after speaking it, even going so far as to scootch away a bit and turn his head in embarrassment. Ryosuke was about the same, his eyes wide and mouth slightly open, completely unbelieving of the current conversation topic. He cleared his throat and set his left hand down on the hachi-roku's slightly warm hood, tilting himself to look at the brunette with a strange quirk in his eyes, his lips curling into the smile Takumi once blushed at.
"Lovers, Fujiwara? In what way?"
"Ano…in the way of…loving one another. Like..not the brotherly kind of…love. L..like.."
"Like being intimate with each other?" Ryosuke shifted even closer to the boy and slipped his right arm across Takumi's abdomen, resting it on the hood as well as he closed off any chance for the younger driver to escape. "Like fucking?"
Takumi could do nothing more than nod, his proximity to the genius racer only making him feel more self conscious, his stutter when embarrassed, the way he averted all eye contact when possible. He gave a small sound that could only be classified as a whimper as the raven haired kyoudai leaned in for a light nibble along the downhiller's exposed throat.
"Keisuke and I have been intimate with each other yes. And regardless of the taboo of two brothers having sex, we both enjoyed it very much."
Another light nip to the thick muscle that ran the length of the pale flesh and he could feel the boy shudder beneath him, his left hand taking much of his weight as he lifted the right to slide under the front of Takumi's shirt, chilled fingers ghosting along the warm skin before surrounding his left nipple and giving it a teasing pinch.
Takumi gasped out loud and lifted his hips unconsciously, grinding them against Ryosuke's as he stared into the feral gaze of the elder man, intent clearly written on his face.
"R..Ryosuke-san…what if someone sees us here?"
"Who would see us, Fujiwara? The hour is quite late and you have hours before your deliveries must be made. Just go along with it…"
That nod again and the wiser Takahashi took it as assent as he tore his hand from the boy's shirt and tipped back onto his feet once more, using both hands now to spread the slim thighs and settle between them, his right swooping up to curl around the back of the 86 driver's head, fingers digging into the soft hair as the left slid back around his waist to hold him close. With a smirk he crushed their lips together in a firm but sloppy kiss, showing more of his animalistic side than he had wanted to. He pulled away and panted softly, his hips giving small undulations against Takumi's displayed crotch.
The blush on the younger man's features gave him an air of innocence, one Ryosuke knew he deserved, his knowledge of women as bleak as his knowledge of cars. With a quiet chuckle, he captured the slightly swollen lips again, pressing forward so their chests touched, gently pressuring the boy to lie back on the expansive hood. The RedSuns leader held himself up on one hand while the other stayed behind Takumi's body, still prevailing that sense of dominance over him.
In Takumi's mind it was all a dream, his love for the darker Takahashi mostly hidden by clumsiness and foolishness, the moments when he truly let himself shine it was in the car, his weak smile matching Ryosuke's own on days when he did exceptionally well. Never had he suspected that the brilliant driver also kept such hidden desires, his hands lifting from the black hood to grip the other's shirt tightly, as if it were a dream and he had to keep it from disappearing.
He was about to break the kiss and ask the other man why he was so suddenly given the attention but his eyes darted to the left where headlights had come up the ridge, the unmistakable sound of a rotary engine preceding them. The young Fujiwara panicked then, both hands coming up to push at Ryosuke's shoulders in protest, Ryosuke's tongue stopping its explorations in shock. He broke away quickly and swore under his breath, immediately recognizing the car's sound, trying to straighten himself in the bright glare of the twin retractables.
Takumi was almost beside himself with mortification, his hands clenched tightly at his sides and hair slightly askew where it had been splayed on the warm hood, his face flushed and an obvious arousal outlining the front of his faded jeans.
Keisuke stopped facing them, throwing the car into park and leaving it running as he stepped out, eyes wide and mouth drawn in a hard line, the sight of his brother groping his rival instead of himself making his eyes nearly water with disgust. He strode over to stand in front of them, hard, dark eyes boring into Takumi's skull as he was stared at so intently, the gaze shifting only to give a hurt expression to his once beloved brother. With a shake of his head, the FD driver grimaced and looked away from them both, on the verge of tears.
"Aniki…how could you?" He looked up with watery eyes and snarled slightly, his nose wrinkling in anger and hurt. "I would never have expected this, especially after the night we shared. I..I…"
He couldn't finish as the tears started down his cheeks, quickly turning on his heel and hopping back into the idling street machine. The engine roared to life and he threw it into reverse hard enough for Ryosuke to hear the engine groan against the abuse, the clutch slamming home hard as he flicked it into first gear and shot off like a rocket, backfire smoking the air as he took the ridge corner hard enough to squeal his tires.
Takumi only blinked and turned away, walking to his door and pulling it open without looking for it, an unconscious thing after so many years of driving the aging 86, his head down and eyes half lidded.
"I'll see you Monday night for the meeting, Ryosuke-san." Was all he said before he jumped in and started his own beast up, taking Keisuke's route but slower, a leisurely pace almost like the one he had wished for after their first encounter.
The wind picked up once the car disappeared behind the high ridge, Ryosuke's lips pulling back in an angered snarl as he kicked angrily at the guardrail that surrounded the parking lot, unsure of how to explain anything to Keisuke and upset that this had surely pushed the young Fujiwara even further from him. With a deep sigh he lowered himself into his car and turned it on, the much loved engine rumbling around him as he buckled himself in and left the well lit area for the night.
The fourth hairpin curve was always a difficult one for the elder Takahashi, even with his supreme driving skills, and he took it gingerly as usual, his fears coming to light about Keisuke driving off a cliff as he skidded around the exit of the corner, the 86 sitting neatly beside the unguarded section of cliff that led down to a low ditch on the other side.
Ryosuke flung the car into park behind Takumi's and raced to the edge, not seeing either boy before he peered over the ledge, the FD sitting properly in the ditch, on its wheels and unharmed. Takumi stood beside the driver side door and waved up at the elder driver, giving one last peek inside the window before walking up the tiny slope and sighing out loud.
"He doesn't want my help, Ryosuke-san. The car's fine and he's ok but he…looks like he's still crying. He locked the door."
The sad face on the young driver bothered Ryosuke and he patted him on the shoulder, starting to walk towards his brother's ride.
"Go home, Fujiwara. I'll call you about this tomorrow. If you don't hear from me, come to the meeting as usual. We'll be there."
Takumi nodded and took off once again, his hands shaking as he shifted the car around the corners, making it home in record time where he avoided his father's questions completely and buried himself in his blankets.
Keisuke however, was having a horrible time inside his beloved car. His hands hurt from how hard he had gripped the wheel, his tongue hurt where he had bitten it and his face felt tight from where the tears had dried to his cheeks and chin, the liquid still spilling from his eyes as he sniffled loudly, daring a peek at his window. Seeing his brother, he frowned and turned the car back on, having flicked it off when the car finally stopped, the rotary roaring to life and back tires spinning as they fought on the damp grass, quickly gaining ground as he shot up and out of the short ditch and turned back down the incline, away from his meddling sibling…