Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THEM! God save me, I don't own them. Though the obviously odd behaviour of Keisuke in the last chapter, I do own. As well as a certain pair of orange briefs made to fit a size 4. –gigglesnort-
Notes: I swear my mind's broken and I find things oddly amusing when they involve the kyoudai, anger and sex. Forgive me if I overstepped my bounds on the last chapter. I realize that in the canon world, Keisuke would NEVER even remotely do anything to harm his aniki. Though in my world, he's a nasty little boy who knows what revenge is. –grins- By the way, SMUTTY SMUTTY SMUT in this chapter. And a new pairing that I won't divulge. Heeee… –laughs-
"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…"
The elder Takahashi had barely a moment of time to ponder what his brother was truly saying to him before giving a stone cold glare, the fire gone from his eyes as he turned his head and sighed out loud, choosing to give up the fight in favour of seeing how far the blond would actually take it.
There was a rustling of fabric before Ryosuke grunted slightly, his legs spread and pushed back to accommodate Keisuke's body, the blond's brow furrowed in concentration and his teeth worrying his bottom lip as he shifted around to get the right angle. There hadn't been any planning on the FD driver's part and he didn't have anything remotely close to lubrication with him, a short shrug of his shoulders given before he simply spat into his right hand, slicking the substance over his already engorged cock before he insistently pressed the head of it against Ryosuke's entrance.
There was little resistance and the younger man easily slipped inside, a low growl issuing from him as he sunk into the tight depths, Ryosuke's face a twisted visage of pain as the thick member tore into him without so much as an ounce of preparation beforehand. He had tightened right up at the intrusion and on the sharp instruction from Keisuke, he relaxed enough to allow the other to settle himself completely, the blond's form draped on top of his brother with the FC master's legs wrapped around his waist for stability, put there by the White Comet himself to keep his comfort at a tolerable level.
It was a silent moment before Keisuke started to drag himself back out of the warm embrace, his hold on Ryosuke's hands cutting off circulation to the elder man's hands but it was the only way to stabilize himself as he moved above him, his other hand busily pushing more fabric out of the way as he desired to see the rest of his aniki's body. It amused Ryosuke as he pondered the blond's actions, the way he could so easily move while encompassed by the other, his sexual skill almost mirroring his driving skill.
Everything was get in, get out, move quickly and shift just when the moment was right to achieve the best course, always coming out at the end with the ultimate completion. He laughed mentally before grimacing and crying out sharply as the man above him struck at his prostate with an incredibly hard thrust, his own cock giving a warming pulse as it surged with excitement.
"Ahh, that's it, Aniki. Just enjoy it. You don't know how angry it made me when I saw you walk in. You're always trying to pass me in everything…"
He grunted before closing his eyes and bending low over the elder man's body, his end already dangerously close.
"This time, I got him first. And truthfully, it didn't start when Fujiwara left our place the other day. This has been coming for years and I just finally found the way to pay you back.."
The future doctor's eyes shot open from their painfully closed position and stared unblinking up at the enraged blond, forest green orbs comprehending immediately. He opened his mouth to speak but Keisuke cut him off by thrusting violently, his end upon them as he emptied himself into Ryosuke's orifice, the thick seed filling his tight space before being collapsed upon by the now tired driver, the elder man's cock deflating once again as he managed to stave off any coming release.
There was only deep breathing from Keisuke as he lay there, Ryosuke giving him unfriendly shoves on the shoulders so he'd move, the disgusting feeling of wetness seeping from between his buttocks as the blond's cock slowly softened and slipped from the abused hole as he was shifted off. Their use of condoms beforehand had prevented such a display but as Keisuke hadn't had time to think ahead, they were a commodity he deigned to bother with at his moment of absolute anger.
With shaky hands, Ryosuke dressed himself again, mentally chiding his need for clean laundry and the fact that he now had to sit in the car with his brother on the way home, silently wondering how long it would take him to walk from there. With a sigh he turned his back on the FD specialist and cleared his throat, trying to get him to move so they could at least make it home in decent time. He couldn't help but think about what Keisuke had said, the implications obvious to Ryosuke, though he was angry as he thought of Keisuke using Takumi for revenge purposes only.
/ Could it be that Keisuke's still upset about that? It was so long ago. But certainly he couldn't really mean it. There's only so much thought put into his actions. Maybe I've misjudged him lately. This outcome was definitely not part of my ideal. /
He turned slightly when he heard Keisuke stir finally, his pants tugged up and buttoned before he strode past Ryosuke and back up the path, avoiding conversation at all until they got back to the car, the gallery now entirely deserted, not even a gust of wind or scurrying leaf to break the monotony of the paved lot.
Both men slid into the bright FD and Keisuke started it up with a violent flick of his wrist, the engine purring to life before he slipped his seatbelt on and tore out, throwing the elder man against his door before he finally settled himself, his eyes tearing from Keisuke's face to stare out the window, the lit street flickering past entirely too quickly.
The future doctor cleared his throat and braved a glance at his oddly behaving brother, seeing how his lips were drawn in a tight line and how the thickly bunched brows furrowed.
"Keisuke, I..."
"Save it. I'm not entirely sure I want to hear anything from you."
"But you didn't even let me finish."
"There's nothing to talk about. I just want to go home and sleep. I've got plans tomorrow and I sure as hell don't want to be tired for them."
"A..aa. Sou ka."
Ryosuke shifted uncomfortably in his seat as the pain in his lower regions compounded with the stickiness to create a severely irritating situation, silently hoping there wouldn't be blood anywhere as his pants were a light colour and would ruin easily if there was, their home thankfully within sight as they came over the last ridge before the driveway.
Once parked, Keisuke got out unceremoniously and slammed the door, flicking the overhead door switch and slithering into the house, keeping silent as their parents would no doubt be asleep by that time. The elder Takahashi stayed where he was for a short time before exiting as well, closing his door with more care and taking himself inside, toeing his shoes off at the door and turning off the lights behind him as he headed for his room.
Keisuke's door was already closed by the time he ascended the stairs to the landing, the sound of rustling coming from behind the door, the blond no doubt undressing and getting ready for a peaceful night, Ryosuke's mind only on a quick shower to rid himself of the messiness below.
He closed and locked his bedroom door, his clothes coming off in record time, wherein he inspected for blood and found none, filling his hamper with the dirt soiled garments before hurrying to the shower and diving in.
The water was a blissful temperature and it soothed the sudden ache he had between his shoulders, his hair quickly scrubbed of the dirt and grass it has accumulated during the romp, his body quickly soaped with the delightfully scented bar. He hissed painfully as the suds slipped between his buttocks though, the innocent little bubbles burning at his entrance as they attacked the torn flesh. He was surprised about how badly it hurt, but he finished his shower as fast as he could anyway, wanting only the comfort of his clean sheets and warm bed.
He couldn't help but think about the reason for Keisuke's sudden attack, his jealousy and eventual revenge bringing to mind Ryosuke's last relationship, one that was by far a chance for exploration and disappointment. He shivered as he stepped into the cooler air of the bathroom and dried off, mindlessly dressing in his pajama pants and dragging his sore self into bed, snuggling down into the thickly padded pillow and tugging the blankets up to his chin, slipping between thinking and dreaming.
/ It was five years ago…why would it even matter to him anymore? So I had a boyfriend at the time. It was a failed relationship. Too much work, too little time for love… /
/I'm sure Kyoichi didn't mind our far between romps but then there was always Keisuke over my shoulder when I got home, asking about him and curious about everything, even spying on us at the house and catching us together. /
It was dark in the secluded parking lot where two cars sat unused for the last hour and a half, one a white machine capable of winning in every race it competed in, the other a black racing monster with a bark as vicious as its bite. Their drivers were otherwise occupied, driving far from their minds as they engaged in an act that was similarly satisfying.
Takahashi Ryosuke, with his dark hair and lithe frame, bent forward with his palms flat on the hood of the famous FC, his eyes closed tightly and mouth open as he panted loudly, the reason for his situation grunting loudly behind him. He dipped his head before whipping it back up to clear the bangs from his face, green eyes flashing over his left shoulder as he turned to look at the other.
He received a sharp snarl and another violent thrust, a pitiful bark leaving his mouth before he steadied himself a little more and widened his stance to aid his already failing balance.
"Ahh, not so hard, Kyoichi. I don't need you to drill a hole right through me…"
The other man smirked in the darkness and did it again, earning him another of the med student's small yelps.
"Is that a complaint? You should be grateful that I didn't make you lie on your back."
A chuckle and a wriggle of slim hips informed the Emperor team leader of his lover's willingness to be taken a bit more, the seductive way the eldest Takahashi glanced back causing the larger man to moan loudly, his hands gripping Ryosuke's hips with a renewed lust. He thrust wantonly into the tight grip of the other's ass, leaning over the well muscled back to nip playfully at the back of the FC master's neck, snuffling noisily in the soft curls that sat just above the curve of his shoulders.
"How'd we ever end up together? I always thought you were such an asshole, Ryosuke. You and this fucking car of yours. You're both a menace."
"I'm an asshole? Hardly. You're the threat, Kyoichi. I don't go around insulting people to make them angry enough to race."
"No, your inability to be irritated or to show emotion when in a crowd pisses me off. You're totally different when we're alone. Like a regular Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde, you are."
"Mmm…which one's the bad one?"
"Mr. Hyde."
"Let's say I'm that one right now. Hot and irritated that he's not being fucked well enough by his asshole of a lover."
"Oh, another challenge, Takahashi. You sure know how to punish yourself."
Ryosuke braced himself and gave a loud shout as Kyoichi slipped a hand down to clutch at his cock, stroking it roughly but with just the right amount of pressure to give him release, his knees nearly buckling from the force of his climax as the slippery substance poured forth to coat the front of the Mazda's hood, his body shivering with each subsequent pulse.
The bandanna toting driver's end was sealed the moment he felt the hot, tight clamping down of Ryosuke's inner walls, his fingers gripping the other's hips tight enough to certainly bruise them, less than a half dozen thrusts given before he finally allowed himself the pleasure of release, grunting animalistically with each forward movement before spent, he rested along the warm but quickly cooling body of his rival.
"Fuck, that was fantastic. It's moments like this where I envy women and their ability to climax more than once in such a short time…"
"Oh yuck. What a way to ruin the mood."
The Evo driver snickered as he extracted himself from the other's body, tidying up with the cloth he had left on the dash of his beloved vehicle, his pants picked up and shaken out before he tugged the leather back up and brushed the dirt from them. He bent over and scooped up Ryosuke's pants as well, handing the light coloured material over and giving another snicker at the bright orange underwear that stuck out of the top of the slacks, the dark haired Takahashi quickly pulling them on along with his pants, a light blush creeping across his delicate features.
"I've got to have some sort of colour on, don't I? I certainly can't wear orange on the outside, so underwear were the next best thing."
"Hai, hai. I wasn't gonna say anything about it. So, are we gonna call it a night? I've got a bit of a drive to get home and you've got school in the morning right? You wanna meet again tomorrow night?"
Ryosuke pondered for a few minutes before nodding, digging his keys out of his front pocket.
"Hai, until noon. I guess we could meet again tomorrow. Keisuke's got some kind of school thing going on but Kaa-san can take him. I'll be so glad when he finally gets his own driver's license. Less trouble for me."
"Heh, true enough."
The Emperor team leader stepped forward and cupped his right hand around Ryosuke's left cheek, pulling him slightly closer as he kissed him soundly, nipping at the smaller man's bottom lip before slipping his tongue inside, toying with the other's before pulling away and licking his own lips, that devious grin making an appearance.
"I'll be looking forward to it then. Be at Irohazaka by ten. I'll meet you at the base. Maybe we can get in an impromptu battle beforehand."
"Hai. I'd like that…"
Ryosuke's eyes opened wide in the semi darkness of his room, his hands clenching the material on his thighs as it came to him, realization hitting him like a smack in the face. He sat up and breathed heavily, looking around in the near darkness, unsure if he had remembered the romp in the gallery or if it was a dream brought on by his buried memories.
/He looked so hurt when he caught us in the garage like a week later. The way he pouted at Kyoichi and glared at me, his eyes wide and mouth open as if he were in shock… /
With a stifled gasp he covered his mouth with his hand, his heart beating fast enough for him to feel it in his throat, suddenly feeling as if he'd be sick to his stomach.
"He wasn't jealous of us, he was jealous of me! Good god, he wanted Kyoichi for himself…"
Though put off by his brother's arrogance, Keisuke wasn't about to let it bother him too badly. He had changed into his fleece pants and a light t-shirt, propping himself up on the edge of the bed as he dug in his pants for the little cell phone he had purchased a few months back, the slim device keeping him in contact with the other's during battles and whatnot.
It was late after all and he'd no doubt get the object of his call in trouble but he couldn't go another minute without talking to him, his fingers flicking the speed dail on and immediately finding the number, the innocently ringing phone irritating him as he impatiently waited for an answer.
"Moshi, moshi, Fujiwara Tofu Tenpo."
"Hai..ano, Fujiwara-san? It's Takahashi Keisuke calling. Can I speak with Takumi please?"
"Takumi? He's in bed. Did you want me to take a message and he can call you later.."
"No! Please, it's important. I wouldn't call at this hour unless it was."
Bunta sighed softly and held his hand over the phone, his cigarette coming dangerously close to his chin as he leaned towards the stairway, the lack of light coming down from the landing telling him that his son was more than likely asleep.
"Oi, Takumi! You have a phone call!"
A slightly ruffled and entirely sleepy face peeked out from the doorway to his bedroom, the 86 driver's eyes squinting down into the bright light of the livingroom.
"Na, Oyaji, who is it? Noone calls this late.."
"Takahashi Keisuke."
The mention of the blond's name had the younger boy rifling through the clutter on the stairs to come down as quickly as he could, nearly braining himself on the doorjamb at the base of the steps when he tripped over a stack of newspapers. He swiped the phone from the elder Fujiwara's hand and cupped the other over the mouthpiece, turning away so the conversation wasn't quite so public. Bunta merely smirked behind his newspaper, the man's movements as quick when hurrying back to his own business as they were when he drove.
"Moshi, moshi? Hai, Keisuke-san. Is something wrong?"
"N..no, not really. I just had a long conversation with my brother and he's finally gone to bed. I'm too awake to sleep and I was..eto..ano..curious, about how you're feeling. Concerning Ryosuke's walk in on us. I mean, you were quieter than usual at the meeting and then you left in such a hurry.."
Takumi could hear the blush in the elder boy's voice and took slight pride in it but he found a blush of his own slowly creeping up over the bridge of his nose.
"I...didn't really want to talk to him. He was kind of upset with me in the car when he drove me home. I've never seen him like that before."
"Hai, he was acting weird with me when you guys left for the night too."
What keisuke declined to tell the downhill specialist, was the details of the brothers' encounter, the very idea of it souring the blond's stomach.
"I think we should give him some space for the next little while. Unless you hear from me otherwise, come to the meeting Wednesday. I think things'll be ok by then. Ja."
Takumi held the phone in his hand for a moment after the telltale click told him the other driver had hung up, his eyes slightly wide and his blush obvious, the phone quickly hung up and his tired feet carrying him away from his peeking father. It had become habit for Bunta to listen in on his son's conversations just in case he heard anything worthwhile, this recent turn of events obviously concerning the Takahashi brothers.
The grizzled master racer chuckled to himself as he flipped from the international news to the sports page, his eyes busily scanning the most recent stats in the world of athletics, Takumi's rustling upstairs and the memorized squeak of his bed telling the shop owner that the boy had crawled back under the covers for a few meager hours before his morning run.
"He's in with the right crowd. Now if only he could get over his shyness, maybe he could land a nice girlfriend. Someone who races maybe. Or one with alot of money..."