I DON'T OWN THEM! I don't own a lot really. My own home, my own car, all the little accessories that seem to make life bearable. Where would I be without my Evo III alarm clock? Or my Takahashi kyoudai wall clock? It all seems to revolve around Initial D and time. –insert slogan here- Maybe… 'It's always time to touge?' Or is that 'tongue'? –snickers-
Warnings: Man schmex, adult language, angst, UST (unresolved sexual tension).
Notes: I was surprised with the amount of people that still clamour for my chapters on this fic. I thought it'd be less than ten chapters and here I am putting up number fourteen. In all honesty, I AM thinking about bringing it to an end soon, if only for my own sanity. I can't go on obsessing over the kyoudai forever. I have a life. A very busy, very married life. –laughs-
Had the day gone well, Ryosuke would have been in a better mood, his attitude ruined by Keisuke's sudden bout of clinginess, the blond never more than five feet from the elder Takahashi at any given time. With a heavy sigh, the FC driver turned to his bouncy sibling and glared, causing the other to immediately stop his incessant chatter and stare.
"Aniki? Is something wrong?" A squeak of leather couch and Keisuke was at the other's side.
"Not really, Keisuke, but your ongoing conversation about the spokes on the newest Mazda rims doesn't interest me. Isn't there any way for you to find something else to do? Call Kenta or something. You're giving me a headache."
The spiky haired uphiller blinked before giving the elder man a dark look and storming off, not slamming anything but still barricading himself in his room. Ryosuke took the moment of silence to collect himself before he packed up his laptop and slipped his shoes on, intending on getting to the meeting at a decent time, the day's weariness still dragging on his slim form.
Stepping up to the base of the stairs, the formal Takahashi called to the other driver, not wanting him to be late.
"Keisuke! I'm heading out. Are you coming? Fujiwara will beat you there if you dawdle."
He knew it was a good point, easily making the blond move faster with his clothes, only changing out of his daily grubbies into a better outfit, dress slacks and a plaid button up shirt, his cleanest runners carried in one hand as he flew down the stairs. He was smiling, which pleased Ryosuke immensely, certain that another argument would have been in order because of their little spat.
"I'll meet you up there, Aniki! Tofu boy's not gonna beat me tonight!"
With a hearty wave, the plaid topped body was gone, the yellow FD doing the same disappearing act as it sped from the driveway and out onto the road.
Packing his things into the FC's passenger seat, the stoic downhiller started the white beast up and backed out as well, being careful not to shoot the garage door with gravel as he turned around and drove out onto the laneway, swiftly rolling his window down and enjoying a face full of warm but quickly cooling night air. It would be a long night for him and thankfully, he didn't work in the morning. He hoped his date didn't either because they'd both be late, or so tired that work wouldn't be an option.
The second half to Ryosuke's date, one Sudou Kyoichi, sat in his beloved Lancer, listening to music in the second to last gallery lot on Akagi, parked near the back and away from the lamps so he wouldn't be so easily recognized, the black Evo backed into its spot so the Emperor window sticker couldn't be seen from the road. The blond driver lit up a third cigarette and gently blew the smoke out of his partly open window, his choice of tunes turned down low enough so that it wasn't heard outside of the noisily tuned vehicle.
The sight of headlights coming up the closest curve made him turn the radio down completely, his ear cocked to take in the telltale sound of a rotary engine as it whined powerfully. His grin was shot down, as the car coming around the corner was yellow, noticing the FD right away and groaning slightly, relieved that the boy didn't see him.
Kyoichi and Keisuke had been on bad speaking terms since before Keisuke could even drive, the then dark haired Irohazaka driver taking far too much interest in the elder Takahashi for Keisuke's liking. He never talked badly about or to Kyoichi, but for some reason, whether it was jealousy or something else, the young Sudou had always felt a strange aura around the boy, even now, as the mind boggling street machine passed by.
According to his clock, it was just ten and the meeting would be starting shortly, his music left off and his eyes drifting back to the road as a second set of lights came around the bend, Ryosuke's beloved FC taking center stage before it too tore out of sight. It thrilled the circuit racer incredibly, to see the other man drive the course so easily, to see his movements translated into car reactions. With a deep moan, Kyoichi gave his groin a small squeeze and prayed that Ryosuke's meeting request was for more than a simple discussion of Project D's new plans.
The uppermost gallery was already packed with cars, one parts van that had brought Fumihiro and Kenta sitting off to the side while the Takahashi brothers parked beside each other, the others belonging to the mechanics and two girls who stood a ways off, curious about the meeting and dying to see the brothers as they worked their magic. Turning his back to them, Keisuke cleared his throat and pouted a bit, upset that he'd been getting so little attention from Ryosuke and here, there were two girls who would have gladly bedded him. He was loathe to ruin what he and the dark haired driver had so he ignored them, paying more attention to the discussion. Luckily, it was a short meeting and by the time he started to pay attention again, Ryosuke was finished his speech.
"So we'll meet here Saturday night for the race. I shouldn't have to tell everyone to be prompt and in your best form. We're professionals on the mountain circuit now. We should at least look it in front of our opponents. Have a nice week. We'll see you in four days."
Shouts of goodbye and take care rang through the somewhat foggy air, cars starting and taking off, leaving only the brothers, Takumi grinning adorably at Keisuke before going as well, his body craving sleep. Because of the early break, the delivery boy was hoping to sleep a bit longer than usual, his run already looming less than five hours from the time he would arrive home.
Ryosuke smiled at his blond counterpart and stepped over to him, leaning in and giving him a light kiss, not demanding or offering, just a simple token of his love.
"You can go home now, Keisuke. I'm staying a bit longer. I've got some simulations to run through and I can only do them while driving. I think I'll be most of the night."
"A…aa. Ok, Aniki. I could use the extra sleep actually. I've been yawning all day."
The elder man nodded and chuckled quietly, his right hand tucked in his pants pocket, gently fingering the cell phone inside.
"I noticed you daydreaming during the meeting. I don't mind if you go sleep. You have more time to work on your techniques than Fujiwara does. He works during the day after all."
"Yeah, true enough. Ok, I'm going. Ja!"
He was barely turned away and the FD was already roaring to life, the boy's excitement when it came to the car nearly transparent even when pulling out of a parking space, everything done in excess. The noise, the show, the smile on his youthful face. Ryosuke found himself feeling slightly guilty for what he was going to do, but he didn't want the younger driver to get so attached to him. If he could successfully wean himself from him, things would work out just as he had planned.
He knew Takumi liked Keisuke and that the boy was excited to be welcomed into the arms of the blond, sincerely hoping that whatever grudge his brother held against him would be cleared up after more time in the young Fujiwara's bed, their relationship seemingly more stable than that of his and Keisuke's own. It wasn't just revenge. Keisuke truly loved Takumi. He could see it. The smile and exclamation about not being beaten by the boy were proof enough. Keisuke only smiled when challenged when he loved the outcome of said challenge.
Red and blue lights flickered on and off as a call came through Kyoichi's cell phone, the silver object gently cradled in its holder on his overhead visor, set on silent so he wouldn't accidentally scare himself when it went off at full volume. He snatched it out of the clasp and flicked the cover open, holding it up after catching a glimpse of the number calling. Recognizing it immediately, he smiled.
"Moshi, Ryosuke. Finished already?"
A light chuckle and an unseen nod answered his query, his mind picking up the unmistakable sound of his once lover as he breathed.
"Keisuke was eager to get to bed and the team is in peak condition for the upcoming battle. There wasn't any reason to hold out any longer."
"Or was it that you couldn't wait to see me?"
"Just come up here without crashing. I'm in the top gallery."
The FC master pushed his end button and finished their conversation, tucking the small device back into his pocket, joining his keys and a small bottle he had snatched up from his dresser earlier in the day, all three items a reminder of what he had been looking forward to through his entire bad day.
A loud backfire caught his attention as he watched the black Evo round the last corner and pull into the lot, its engine purring deeply as it coasted into place beside Ryosuke's own beloved vehicle, sitting like the dragon and the tiger from a hand embroidered yinyang cloth, the old and the new, the black and the white.
His breath caught in his throat as Ryosuke watched the bulky driver slide himself out of the sleek machine, his bandanna still white though his hair remained blond, something the other driver had hoped Kyoichi would have grown out of by now. He used to love running his hands through the long silken mass of raven hued locks when they were first together but ever since the Evo driver had started his own team and they had broken up, Ryosuke hadn't had the chance to enjoy the lighter shaded tresses.
He back up a little from where he stood and waited for the larger man to approach, successfully concealing themselves behind the shrubbery that lined and dipped over the guardrail along either side of the parking lot, green eyes exuding lust as he smiled warmly. Kyoichi took a chance and stepped close enough to wrap both arms around Ryosuke's slim waist, their lips meeting passionately but somewhat awkwardly, more than five years of misplaced desire crashing down on them in an instant.
It was electric for Ryosuke, immediately remembering the feel of the other's mouth, the deep scent of his cologne, the scratch of the other's cheek against his own as they shifted. With a strained moan he pulled away, his arms relaxing in their place around the taller man's shoulders, having moved them without realizing it, his fingers toying with the soft curly hairs at the base of the Lancer lover's neck.
"Kyo…"
"Mmm...do you know how long it's been since I heard you say my name that way? It's like an addiction, Ryosuke. I nearly died because I thought I'd never hear it again."
A deep blush crept across the smaller man's nose and he turned his head to the side, allowing Kyoichi the perfect chance to attack, both teeth and tongue working in unison as he latched onto Ryosuke's jugular, causing the formal young Takahashi to gasp in pain and to moan loudly, his cock springing to life within his light slacks. He loved Kyoichi's possessive, animalistic side, even more so than Keisuke's, the latter's only derived by sheer force in the end, mainly because the FD driver refused to purposely harm his aniki for any reason, sexual or otherwise.
Through panting breaths, Ryosuke managed to squeak out his request, the elder man already knowing what it would be as he lifted him by the buttocks, waiting until the Project D team leader wrapped his legs around his waist, the teeth never leaving his neck as Kyoichi continued his assault, assuring a collared shirt for Ryosuke's wardrobe choice for the next day. The smaller body was set down on the Mazda's larger and much cleaner looking hood, his legs spreading to accommodate the wider form of the Irohazaka driver's body, his grunts of approval heard over their breathing, the only other sound coming from the crickets and the slowly winding down city below.
It was always a race to see who could undress faster, Kyoichi winning out this time as he tore his shirt off, the leather jacket already tossed onto the ground , joining his pants and underwear, looking as if he had been practicing his take-off beforehand. Ryosuke, through his lust hazed mind, laughed at him, his own hands pulling the expensive clothing off more delicately, piling it all up by the windshield wipers to save it from getting too dirty. He blushed even more, the colour now fading across his neck and chest as he was exposed so deliciously, his arousal obvious, a lovely piece to match Kyoichi's own, the thick organ held in a tight fist as the Evo driver stroked it lovingly, his other hand slithering up the smooth skin of Ryosuke's perineum.
"Nnngghhh…Kyo...in my pocket.."
The stroking hand dug through Ryosuke's pockets before finding the little stash, leaving the keys and cell phone in favour of uncapping the liquid slick, the taller man's nose wrinkling slightly as he sniffed at it, a smile parting his lips before he squeezed a liberal amount into his palm and tossed it onto the Mazda's driver's clothes, hissing out loud as the cool substance chilled his cock, his rapidly moving hand quickly warming it again.
Kyoichi lifted the slicked hand to his mouth and suckled a bit of the goo from his pinky, smacking his lips before gently lowering it again and prodding at Ryosuke's entrance, right away forcing two fingers inside regardless of the sharp hiss the smaller man gave, his legs spreading even further before he bucked his hips and moaned loudly.
"Fuck Kyo…do it already."
The Lan Evo driver obliged and positioned himself for a vicious entry, thrusting inside with a grunt and burying himself as deeply as he could, his hands gripping Ryosuke's hips tightly enough to make the other man wince on top of his initial sharp cry at being taken so hard.
"You asked for it. I'm not going to be gentle if you ask with a curse word, Ryo. I love it when you let that professional mask slip…"
"It's..nngghh…not slipping. I just...I'm just…ahh gods, right there...move faster. I'm just impatient."
Leaning over the smaller form, Kyoichi allowed himself to lose some of his magnificent control, grunting ferally as he claimed the elder Takahashi as his own for the first time in what seemed to him like a thousand years, both arms leaving the other man's hips in favour of scooping up underneath his knees and draping the warm calves over his shoulders, leaning even further forward to keep them there and to open his lover more.
The change in depth made Ryosuke cry out, his wail of ecstasy echoing over the mountaintop, his hands tightly clenched as he held them out above his head, his cock throbbing and leaking massively, the clear liquid pooling around his bellybutton. With each subsequent thrust, it poured more out of its flushed tip, Kyoichi's nostrils filled with the scent of his former lover. Almost like a male cat sensing a female in heat, he thrust wantonly against the yielding body of the FC driver, suddenly tossing his head back and dislodging the bandanna with the force of it, his mouth open as he groaned into the foggy air.
As Ryosuke hadn't finished yet, the blond driver pulled himself from the loosened passage and kneeled down in front of his still turgid lover, pushing his legs back again before lapping gently at the abused opening, licking himself up as well as the strawberry flavoured lubricant, a favourite of his one time boyfriend. The sharp gasps and moans from above spurred him on as he slid three fingers into the pulsing hole, lifting himself enough to take the other's cock into his mouth, deep throating him and moaning deeply around the delicious shaft.
It was the penetration that sent Ryosuke over the edge, his back coming up off of the car as he bucked his hips into the larger man's mouth, emptying himself in great gushes before he collapsed bonelessly to the warm metal, his chest heaving and eyes closed as he savoured the sweet aftermath of release. His laughter startled Kyoichi, who had set himself down on the ground, his pants tucked up under his ass as he regarded the younger man.
"What's so fucking funny, Ryo? I don't think I like being laughed at after sex."
The chuckles stopped and a pleased sigh escaped Ryosuke's lips in their place, the young doctor groaning painfully as he sat up, stretching his back and legs atop the soiled Mazda.
"I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing at myself. I just allowed myself to be taken by a man I swore to never get involved with again."
"Ryo…"
"No, let me finish, Kyoichi. I've been thinking on this for a long time and I've finally accepted that you still want me. I've been having problems with Keisuke lately and everything has compounded to the point where I simply can't cope with him any further."
"Does this mean you want me back, Ryosuke?"
The blond driver was on his feet and slunk closer to the car, leaning himself over the other to look him in the eye, seriously interested in what the med student was saying, his future love life on the line.
"Ryo?"
"Yes, Kyoichi. I want you back."