Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THEM! Though, some days I wish I did. Days like today, when my own FC sits alone in the driveway, badly in need of a wash, or possibly a good suspension check. By which, I mean testing the shocks by bouncing around in it with my raven haired little doctor beauty… –laughs-
Warnings: Angst of the brotherly kind, swearing (-waves a flag to salute Keisuke's favourite word-) and general drama. Ok, this chapter is quite long and deals with a mild form of non-con relationship. Non-con being non consensual for those of you who are unaware. I don't like to call it rape and in my world, there is no rape. I will never write rape. A scuffle between two people when there's sex and anger involved is not considered rape in my mind.
"Fujiwara. I'll be waiting outside. Please don't take any longer than is absolutely necessary."
The dark haired driver left the doorway and shuffled down the hall, quickly descending the stairs as he headed back out to his car, slipping his lean form into the driver's seat and flicking the brilliant engine over, the low purr of the rotary soothing his obviously shocked nerves. He leaned over to the passenger side and dug in the glove compartment, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and his lighter, shuffling one of the former out of the red and white pack and immediately lighting it up, taking a deep drag of it as he tossed the pack and zippo into the side console.
It was something the elder Takahashi hadn't done in ages, his smoking habit in somewhat remission since starting up Project D. Both he and Keisuke had bet against each other, figuring that neither could last the entire year, Ryosuke snickering and Keisuke grumbling about needing one badly right at the moment they shook hands. He rolled his window down slightly and blew the acrid smoke out into the night, eyeing the door as he angrily took another drag.
And during Ryosuke's little moment of bet cheating, havoc had broken out in Keisuke's bedroom, Takumi scrambling off of the bed to snatch at his clothes, throwing everything on quickly without regard for neatness, his shirt and left sock inside out, as well as the pockets on his pants sticking out like tongues from each side. The blond gave a short giggle at the sight before coughing nervously and pointing the errors out to Takumi, who fixed everything without so much as a single word.
Hurriedly, Keisuke threw on his pants and ushered the younger boy out into the hall where he walked him down to the foyer, his eyes downcast and face still red from his embarrassment, his worry over what his brother would say to the hachiroku driver on the way to his home eating away at his mind. He waited until Takumi had slipped his shoes on before he looked up, the sad, somewhat vacant look on his face unnerving the brunet racer.
"Aniki's usually pretty calm like that when he's pissed off. I don't know what else to say other than 'be careful…' "
Takumi nodded silently before leaning forward and uncharacteristically placing a light kiss to Keisuke's cheek, his blush deepening as he did so and remaining with him as he left the house, the FD driver's ears picking up the sound of his shoes as they tracked across the gravel. With a huff, he turned and hurried to the bathroom, making haste in order to be ready for the meeting.
Ryosuke had, of course, seen the boy as he came outside, green eyes following the lithe line of Takumi's body as he stepped up to the white machine and opened the door, a vision of only midsection and leg before he dropped into the bucket seat and slammed the door behind himself, immediately pulling his seatbelt on and turning his gaze out his own window.
No words were shared as Ryosuke backed out of the driveway, suddenly tossing the other racer into the back of his seat hard as he shot off like a rocket, the rotary engine growling menacingly as he power shifted into the next gear and roared down towards the highway. Takumi barely had time to breathe before it happened again, the med student's attitude shown in his method of driving. Once situated on the open highway, he leveled out and drove at a more leisurely pace, calmly flicking his cigarette ashes out the window as they went.
"Fujiwara, I'm not going to ask you what happened, because I could see it plainly enough with my own eyes. The only question I have is why, and it doesn't need a long, drawn out response. Just the truth will do."
He took another drag and turned his head to blow what he could out the window, the scent of smoke already permeating the cabin space.
The young delivery boy swallowed audibly and turned his head away from his sempai once again, absolutely terrified of reprisal from the genius racer.
"Ryosuke-san, it happened all of a sudden. Keisuke-san said he wanted me and you weren't home and it didn't seem like the wrong thing to do, especially since you guys can't really be together because you're brothers…"
He stopped suddenly when he realized he had been rambling, his blush showing up again as he nibbled his bottom lip, already aware that he had said too much.
"He said you wouldn't be home until later so we thought it'd be ok.."
The elder man turned and glared viciously, his calm broken by the mindlessness of the other's words, his cigarette tossed angrily out the window before he rolled it up tightly.
"You thought? Ohh no, Fujiwara. Neither of you think. Keisuke especially. When he sees something or sets his mind on something he wants, there are no thoughts afterwards. He simply takes without paying attention to what's around him. His driving style is much the same. I had thought better of you though. Perhaps I was wrong."
He looked away and turned on his signal, taking the last exit towards the tofu shop, the drive silent except for Takumi's deep breaths, his chest hurting terribly from being shocked beforehand and now recently yelled at by his mentor. Once the white FC pulled up in front of the shop he was out like a flash, only bothering to lift his hand as a form of wave to the elder man before he ducked inside the shop. Ryosuke nodded to Bunta who stood outside, leaning against the hood of the 86, his own small nod showing nothing except respect for the younger driving legend.
There was little happening inside the small apartment above the shop, Takumi's body already washed but still damp as he toweled himself off quickly and dressed in a fresh set of neat clothes, his hair brushed as he headed back to his room, his keys in hand and wallet in a back pocket as he ran down the narrow stairway to the shop, replacing his shoes upon his feet and scurrying past his father.
The elder Fujiwara barely looked up from his reclined position, now against the brick wall of the building with his head down, staring with innate intensity at his sandals, his toes wriggling in their wooden confines. The little racing engine started up and tore out of the parking space violently, leaving a small cloud of dust that the dark haired entrepreneur simply chuckled at, his grin hidden behind a cigarette-clutching hand.
As Ryosuke's wardrobe had been clean and perfectly acceptable to be shown in public, he neglected going home in favour of heading right up the mountain, Akagi's peak barely showing in the sky because of the moonless night, the stars barely offering enough light for even a midnight stroll. The old but well tuned driving machine barreled down the highway towards Fumihiro's house, the vans parked in his large lot and already surrounded by awaiting members of the team. He parked the car behind his friend's own vehicle and exited with a slow pace, giving a slight nod to the others as they greeted him, Fumihiro's feet already hurrying him over with a hand lifted in a polite wave.
"Oi, Ryosuke-san! Nice to see you. It's a great night for the meeting, isn't it? The boys can get as much driving in as they'd like."
He smiled warmly and turned away to greet Kenta as he came up the long driveway, the orange Silvia rumbling in its well tuned, road racing way. He parked beside Matsumoto's car and walked over towards the gathering group, holding his hand out as Fumihiro handed him the keys to van number three.
"Is Keisuke-san coming tonight? He's been avoiding my text messages lately. And I haven't got any calls from him since he blew me off last week. It's not like him to do that.."
He blushed at his rambling and stepped back slightly, fiddling with the key ring before scurrying to the van and climbing in, sitting patiently in wait for his blond haired sempai.
"He's so much like Keisuke was in the beginning, isn't he? I remember him squealing with delight when he finally bought his car. His skills have improved since then but he'll still always be on your brother's heels, Ryosuke-san."
The dark haired Takahashi nodded silently and walked away, taking his laptop out of its case before locking up the FC and heading towards van number one, taking his seat in the passenger side as he flipped the computer open and started his various simulations, more or less playing around until Fumihiro gave the signal to leave.
It was barely a minute before said man called out to the driveway of people, everyone running to their respective vehicles and starting them up, the elder man taking his place beside Ryosuke as they all headed up Mt. Akagi, a set of headlights meeting them halfway as the panda Trueno caught up in the nick of time, its powerful little engine easily keeping it bumper to bumper with the last van.
The peak was only a short distance away by the time he had met them and they pulled in and fanned out as always, Takumi's car barely off before he cocked his head towards the road and heard the echo of a roaring engine, the yellow FD coming around the top corner like a demon exorcised, its headlights cutting a swathe through the dark night. The young driver groaned inwardly as he turned to walk over to the others, his hands buried deep in his pockets and eyes on Fumihiro, taking solace in his effortless smile.
"Ohayo."
"Ohayo, Fujiwara. You arrived just in time. It seems Keisuke-san's the last for once."
Takumi blushed at the subtle joke about his everlasting tardiness but gave a small smile anyway, turning a bit to see Keisuke squeal his tires as he pulled into place beside the ticking hachiroku.
He braved a peek at Ryosuke and inwardly cringed at the glare he got in return, the elder man's normally stoic resolve broken by the day's earlier discovery, his eyebrows drawn tightly together and his body language screaming irritability. Keisuke's appearance beside him gave him some comfort but not enough to dispel the anger he could feel emanating from the genius Takahashi.
"Yo. Is this gonna be a driving meeting or a boring one? I'm not really in the mood for much of a chat."
The blond's words were seemingly spoken directly to his brother, that sibling look passing between them again, Takumi's eyes catching it again as he looked away, keeping himself occupied by watching Matsumoto fiddle with his wrench set.
"It will be a driving meeting, Keisuke. Both you and Fujiwara need more practice with your tight drift technique. I'm suggesting that you both go now and take fifteen runs each at eighty percent, then report back. The key is to keep yourself from under steering at all, as in zero under steer. Fujiwara has nearly mastered this technique but you still have a long way to go."
The FD driver fumed where he stood, his eyes narrowing as he glanced from his brother to Takumi, the younger boy's cheeks colouring from the subtle praise and the way his recent lover was giving him the evil eye.
"Hai, Aniki. I've got gas to start so I'm going now. Let's see if I can't blow the lid off this fucking practice."
"I…I'm the same. I'll go too."
Ryosuke nodded unconsciously to the two aces and watched as they left, the yellow Mazda making entirely too much noise and the hachiroku barely squeaking as it took off behind, the dark haired med student's mind already telling him that Takumi would pass Keisuke if given the chance. There had never been a race between them since starting Project D and he hoped it would remain that way, if only to avoid the tension.
He sighed and headed to his van and took out a bottle of water, drinking half of it before taking another breath and setting the container atop the parking bumper and reclining against the warmly ticking hood, his eyes closing as he listened to the echoes of the boys' driving. He knew his brother was obviously angry with him but right now, the practice is what mattered most.
It took them nearly two hours to complete their task and they returned with nearly empty gas tanks, Matsumoto filling them as they spoke to Ryosuke, his laptop open on his knee as he showed the drivers their lines once plotted, their nods telling the elder boy that they understood. He heard a yawn from behind him and smiled slightly as Fumihiro looked away embarrassed, his job taking a lot from him and continuing to do so as long as he had to wake so early for the shifts, Ryosuke's nod telling him the meeting was over and he could go home.
"We'll all meet again Wednesday night, the usual time. I'll expect you all on time. Good night."
Amidst waves and starting engines, the meeting broke up for the night, Ryosuke putting his computer inside the van and instructing Fumihiro to leave it inside when they arrived back at the base of the mountain, his ride already procured when his brother had stayed afterwards, Takumi's little car already bolting down the mountain to get as far from him as possible.
"I'll be riding back to your place with, Keisuke. He and I have something important to discuss that doesn't relate to the team."
"Hai, Ryosuke-san. No problem. See you Wednesday."
The dark haired driver walked across the darkened parking lot towards his brother's car, the engine still off and the younger boy nowhere to be found, minute shuffling drawing Ryosuke's attention towards the guardrail. Keisuke leaned against it with one leg bent at the knee, his sneaker hooked into the split between the top and bottom rail. He coughed slightly and approached, still wary of the FD specialist's attitude.
"You know why I'm still here, don't you Keisuke?"
"Hai. It's got to do with Fujiwara. Listen Aniki, I don't know what to tell you, but he's fair game. You told him you didn't want him and he agreed to come home with me. I don't see the problem."
"The problem, is that you're too impulsive, Keisuke. This compromises the integrity of the team. Do you understand how this might harm the project?"
"Fuck harming the project! I wanted to get laid ok? He's cute and for your information, a good fuck. I saw nothing wrong with it. I still don't."
Ryosuke sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, the amber streetlights casting him in an eerie glow as his migraine started to pick up steam. He could hold his cool to a point but eventually, Ryosuke showed just how alike the two boys could actually be.
"Then you have no idea. Keisuke, I want you to stay away from him. In that way anyway. I don't want to think about you two together."
"Fuck that! You know what this is? Jealousy. Plain and simple. You're jealous that he got me and you didn't. And, that I got him before you did. I've seen you look at him! He's a tight piece of ass and I tapped it first. You're such a fucking bad liar, Aniki. I can see it on your face."
The blond snorted angrily and pushed away from the rail, intent on driving home and leaving his asshole of a brother standing in the lot, his stride carrying him fast but not fast enough to avoid Ryosuke's hand as it snapped out to grab his sleeve, his body immediately whirling around to face him, two pairs of green eyes staring each other down.
"Let me go. I'm not gonna stand here and argue about this with you. It's over."
"It's not, and you know it! I'm not stupid, Keisuke. You're doing this as a challenge to me, aren't you? This begun the day Fujiwara showed up at the house. I remember what you said. Has it gotten interesting enough for you now? Have you had your fun?"
It was a shock to the younger Takahashi to hear his brother raise his voice at all, his eyes wide as he blinked before scowling darkly, his free arm coming around to swat the offending hand from his shirt, stepping forward and clapping both hands both on Ryosuke's shoulders, holding him still as he glared dangerously.
The area around the highest gallery lot was wooded, various paths leading from the corners of the pavement, leading down to picnic areas and trails. Keisuke veritably dragged the elder man with him as he walked, taking him to the clearing that had caught his eye weeks before, the perfect place to bring a girlfriend to make out with. He turned the FC driver around so that his back was to the open space and pushed him backwards, toppling him enough so that he fell, landing heavily on his ass with a grunt, barely managing to get up before the younger driver was on top of him.
He looked up in surprise and reached his hands to push the crazed boy off, only to have both arms pinned above his head in one strong fist while the other tore viciously at his pants, popping the top button off and tugging them down milky white legs, the material forgotten as he did the same with his own.
"Keisuke, what're you doing? Get off of me! This is hardly what I'd call a productive conversation!"
He wriggled even more but couldn't break the younger man's grip, a pathetic sight indeed as he struggled beneath a huffing and grunting Keisuke.
"This is just a lesson, Aniki. Nothing that you haven't done to me. Now, relax and let me handle things. Oh, and I shouldn't have to tell you, but I will anyway. I expect you to hold your release. Your self control is sub-par and needs work…"