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Test Drive	By : kougaslover Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 31186 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Hello all, welcome to chapter twelve of Test Drive. This go round Inuyasha gets to meet some more of the competition, and gets to drive one rather angry Plymouth, hope you all enjoy! I actually wound up re-writing this chapter at the last minute, which I suppose has made this a rather Inception-like chapter, being a re-write inside of a re-write. I suppose if I was to ever go back and modify this I'd have to cut a royalty check to Leonardo DiCaprio :P
This chapter does come courtesy of Steve Strope, and his company Pure Vision Design. If you haven't seen their work, give them a look, their stuff is just incredible. I've had a number of muscle cars in my life and while there's a spot in my heart for a pushrod V8, my heart is definitely in traditional sports car territory. Their stuff though is just awesome; sleek, clean, and absolutely worked under the hood. Nearly stock outside, totally rebuilt on the inside, which is just speaking my language through and through.
I hope you all enjoy, please read and review!
~~~~~~Test Drive~~~~~~
“Otouto, I have to ask would you be interested in a side race of sorts?” Sesshomaru inquired from his beach chair as he idly spun his beer on its arm.
“A side race?”
“One of the other club members has expressed interest in a wager between him and I. I believe he feels as you are acting as my stand in, now would be a good time to challenge me. Showing him wrong would certainly help to further your place in our little club.”
“Yeah, I guess so, what exactly is the wager?”
“There is the tricky part. As it is a one on one, there is no placing in these private races. Second is the first loser, and losing one such race would not be good. Generally, private wagers have higher stakes than the regular races, either larger cash prizes, or some sort of valuable possession wagered on the outcome.
In this particular instance, it is car for car, specifically custom built Mopar’s. The challenger, Michael, is an American born businessman and his passion is in muscle cars. He is also very much one who enjoys taking trophies for his victories, thus his passion for private wagers. His favorite car is a ’70 Dodge Charger, heavily modified and when it comes to the quarter mile I don’t believe it has ever been shown a set of tail lights.”
“Alright, he’s too fast for you so you send me after him?” Inuyasha prodded as they sat together on the beach.
“I’ve never met him in a drag race, nor in the Charger, which he generally keeps only to those races which consist entirely of a straight line. For this race however, he has conceded to a proper road course, though that is not all that much of a handicap. It is classic Detroit iron, but the suspension and brakes are thoroughly modernized and the tires he runs are modern radials, slicks at that.
However, you will be driving an excellent car. I do not know if you are much of a muscle car fan baby brother, but have you heard of the “Hammer” Plymouth Roadrunner?”
“Fuck yeah I have.”
“Good, you’ll be driving it.”
“Oh hell yeah.”
“Indeed. Like I said, our fellow competitor Michael is one for trophies, especially of the American muscle variety. While I am not a massive muscle car fan, I do have quite the fondness for the Pure Vision Design cars, of which the Hammer is one.”
“Yeah, their stuff is incredible. I’ve actually seen a couple of their cars at the track, and they weren’t struggling that’s for sure.”
“Of that I have no doubt. I have amassed a number of their cars for myself, mostly their Mopar offerings. The Hammer, a Chrysler Newport, a couple of Cuda’s, several Charger’s, Challenger’s, GTX’s, etc. Our friend shares an interest in their offerings, and has a smattering of their cars as well including a couple of particularly noteworthy one offs.”
“Which ones?”
“Most notably he owns the Challenger X and the Dust-Ya.” Heavily modified versions of a 72’ Dodge Challenger and a 71’ Plymouth Duster respectively. “He also owns a number of GM and Ford products that have been given the same treatment, it is those two that I am especially interested in. He happens to be quite interested in the Hammer, and in my ‘Nascar Charger’ of their building as well.”
“So you bet them against each other?”
“Exactly, his Challenger and Duster against my Road Runner and Charger. If you are interested little brother.”
“Hmm, perhaps. Though, what do I stand to win for risking two very expensive, one off custom creations for you?”
“What would you like baby brother?”
“The Nascar Charger. I win you two, give me one.”
“Not happening, that’s one of my personal favorites. How about this, you win, I’ll commission you a car with them. Whatever car you want, whatever options, colors, entirely your choice.”
“Fine, and I want this ring off, for good.”
“I’ll take it off and leave it off.”
“Alright then, when are we racing?”
“It’ll be tomorrow, in Portugal.”
“Portugal, why?”
“He owns a small estate there, in the central region of the country. The road is one that runs through the region, right past his front door. There is the added danger, he does know the road well, and will have practiced it thoroughly.”
“Sounds like I’m walking into an ambush. A car that’s never lost on a road the driver can practice twenty four seven while I’m traveling to another country with a car I’ve never driven before on a road I’ve never driven before.”
“Indeed. Your lingering amateur status may be his reason for the wager but he is still not taking chances. Michael truly prizes the cars, despite his desperate desire for mine; he would only risk it if he thought losing was all but impossible. It is a tall order otouto; I would certainly not hold it against you to say no.”
“Fuck that, I want my own Charger. Or maybe a 66’ GTO, or a Torino, or a GTX for that matter.”
“That’s my baby brother.”
~~~~~~Two Days Later~~~~~~
The big Russian plane set down with a light shudder, motors winding up as they were throttled in reverse to slow it to a stop. As the transporter taxied to its resting place, Inuyasha unbuckled his seat belt and approached the Hammer. Unstrapping it once the plane had fully stopped , he got in and fired it to life as the rear door began to drop.
As the door turned ramp found the ground, Inuyasha slotted the four speed manual into first, dropped the handbrake, and rolled the heavy clutch out to ease the big Plymouth out the back of the plane. It met the ground and Inuyasha buried his right foot, turning the rear slicks into smoke. He followed his GPS as it guided him to his destination.
It was a short drive but enough to get acquainted with the beast. And it was a beast; the Hammer packed more than seven hundred horsepower routed through a four speed manual. It was lighter than a normal Roadrunner too, pushing its power to weight ratio even higher.
Thankfully, in keeping with Pure Vision’s modus operandi its sixties sheet metal wasn’t representative of what was underneath. The motor itself wasn’t a HEMI, but a lighter Mopar wedge motor, helping to reduce the weight and balance the weight distribution. The suspension too, was drastically altered.
It had modernized underpinnings, both lighter and far more adept at taking corners than torsion bars and leaf springs. The lighter rims were wrapped in modern, fat, slick tires which afforded plenty of grip. Hidden behind those wheels were massive disc brakes replacing drums, ensuring the car could be slowed as quickly as it accelerated.
All of that was good, as the other car in the race wasn’t exactly sluggish. It was waiting for him, lined up on the road. A 1970 Dodge Charger, one of the single greatest muscle cars of all time. And the driver, Michael, his example was particularly inviting.
Inuyasha didn’t know what had been done under hood, but he could hear it was a lot. It burbled at idle, a bit rough but the sort of rough that came from a car with a very aggressive cam setup, not one that was merely out of tune. When the human revved it a bit to keep it calm, the noise was one of power, eight massive cylinders firing in perfect, aggressive harmony.
It sat a bit lower than stock, no doubt the modernized underpinnings replacing leaf springs and torsion bars as in the Hammer. Aftermarket mags were wrapped in semi-slick tires, big disc brakes hidden behind them. Doubtless, if the rest of the car had that much work in, the trans and clutch were strengthened, the chassis was stiffened, and any weight that could be shed had been.
“Alright, you’re aware of the wager?”
“More or less. Something like… I give you a tour around, you tag along best you can, and give me the titles to a couple of Mopar’s?
“Something like that, though I think it ends with me driving off with that Roadrunner.” The human revved the V8 again, sliding the shifter into first.
“Ready to go?”
“Let’s do it.” Michael waved forward his friend, another of the competitors, and a flag was raised. Inuyasha brought the revs up and the human did the same. As the flag dropped they both dumped their clutches, and the two launched in a haze of tire smoke.
Two big Mopar V8’s roared as they launched from the start line. Inuyasha’s launch was good, though Michael’s was arguably even better. They both quickly hooked up and shifted into second, tires chirping as they let the clutches out in gear. The GTX was lighter, but the Charger had even more power than the Hammer.
The Charger drew a short lead as they approached the first bend, a sweeping right hander. They both took a clean line through it and the tighter left hander that followed. The road then straightened for a ways, giving them both a chance to exercise their gratuitous horsepower. Another right and left followed by a tight right bend had them bearing down on a two lane bridge crossing a small river.
There was some traffic on the bridge, which worked to Inuyasha’s advantage as his opponent was forced to slow for a couple of cars in the way. They swerved round the traffic and both were accelerating hard to the other end of the bridge. Getting hard on the brakes they made the tight right hander on the other side, accelerating down the street on the other side of the river.
The road wound away from the river a bit and then returned to border it before they both locked the brakes up and made an extremely tight left hander onto a bordering road. They accelerated down it as the road threw them for a couple of tight right handers, Inuyasha hanging with the black Charger as best he could.
“Come on, slip up for me just a bit.”
Inuyasha was hanging in well but was finding it very hard to gain ground on the Charger. It didn’t help that the section of road they were on featured a majority of fast sweepers and mostly straight sections, playing to the Charger’s slight power advantage.
Within a couple of miles though that advantage dried up; the road began to tighten dramatically and soon they were mired in tight hairpins, crests and dips, and some challenging switchbacks. It was there that Inuyasha struck. The Charger was good but it was a bit heavier than the Hammer, and it wasn’t as evenly balanced either. In the bends it was far better than any muscle car had a right to be but the Hammer was better still.
Designed with road racing and the occasional autocross in mind, the Plymouth was much more agile than its size and appearance would suggest and Inuyasha quickly obliterated the lead Michael had developed in the fast sections.
As the road dipped into a tight left hander to switchback to the right; Inuyasha struck. He turned tight and braked hard into the left hander, then switched back hard to the right and got on the power earlier. He nosed in on Michael’s line as he drifted to the outside of the corner, and with a better line and more traction Inuyasha accelerated out of the corner harder.
He pushed Michael out and got the better line through the next left hander, drawing ahead of the Charger as the road continued to wind its way through the forested area. The road continued for a couple miles further before it terminated in another road, the same they’d turned off of miles earlier. With a dab of the handbrake Inuyasha slid hard to the right, rejoining the main road in a burst of tire smoke and a roaring V8 soundtrack.
“Come on, fall back damnit!”
Inuyasha had to admit, the human was good, really good. The Charger he drove was violently fast too, vicious in a straight line. Thankfully the next two miles were still fairly sharp bends, fast but not quite sweepers where the Charger could reduce Inuyasha’s lead.
The half-demon held his lead until they approached a long straight section of the road which ended in the section where they’d made their hard left onto the back road. Inuyasha kept his foot in it hard, working the Hammer for all it was worth. Michael was drawing back in though, raw power shifting the advantage back in the straight line.
Inuyasha retained the lead but just, using every ounce of the Hammer’s power and the traffic where he could to hold the Charger back and thankfully they were then making a hard left onto another bridge, headed towards the start line where their race had begun. On the bridge Inuyasha ran it hard as he could, weaving between cars and using the scraps of the shoulders to stay flat and keep Michael in his dust.
The slightly more precise Plymouth gave him the advantage in the traffic laden area and he managed to not concede first place. On the other side of the bridge, they had a choice. They could go left, make a right, follow a slightly meandering street which returned them to the street they started on and lead them to the start/finish line. They could also go right, which was heading directly to the finish line but meandered further right back towards the water before returning to the main road and the finish line as well.
Inuyasha went left and Michael went right, adding a bit of tension to the end of the race. Making the left, Inuyasha floored it, ran into the left lane and then cut the wheel hard, swinging the car round onto the side street. He floored it up the street, dodging across the side streets as it clipped to the left a couple of times. The road itself rejoined another side street, which itself rejoined the main road. However, the corner of the adjacent side street and main road was all gravel, and lined up with the street Inuyasha was on.
Foot planted on the gas he soared across the street, narrowly missing a semi-trailer and tearing across the gravel path. He flew back onto the main road and shifted into fourth as he aimed at the finish line, desperately hoping not to see a Charger swing out of the side street ahead of him.
It did.
“Shit!”
The Charger swung left around another car and dodged one turning onto the side street, Michael fighting for control as it drifted hard, tail swinging out into the street. He recovered it in a cloud of smoke and planted his foot as he guided it to the finish line just feet ahead of him.
Right in time to see a gray blur nose past him as Inuyasha crossed the finish line doing triple digits. Slowing hard Inuyasha swung the car round and approached the Charger which had stopped at their agreed start/finish line, a new Range Rover by the side of the road as well.
“FUCK! I want another shot at that, I got fucked by that car and you know it!”
“What? Hell no, a bet’s a bet and you lost.”
“Fuck off, you got a lucky fucking break!”
“Not to interject, but I was watching the finish line and I distinctly saw the Plymouth cross first. Now our bets are winner take all, are they not?”
“Yeah but I was winning right to the…”
“Our are bets winner take all or are they not? This is open street racing, no excuses, no exceptions.”
“Fuck, don’t get too used to my cars, they won’t be yours for long.” Michael roared off in a cloud of wheel spin, leaving Inuyasha with the human female who’d been scouting the finish line.
“He’s a charmer.”
“Quite the gracious loser. I’m Tatiana, Ling, you are Sesshomaru’s stand in I presume?”
“That would be, I’m Inuyasha, Takahashi.”
“Pleasure to meet you, it’s nice to see Sesshomaru has picked a replacement suitable of being his stand in.”
“You’re a competitor as well, Tatiana?”
“Indeed, and feel free to call me Ling if you prefer, everyone does. For these bets it’s generally considered a good thing to have another competitor mediate when possible, for obvious reasons. Congratulations Inuyasha, I’ll be seeing you soon I hope.”
The rather attractive, platinum blonde slipped behind the wheel of her Land Rover and rolled off, leaving Inuyasha to the Hammer and his victory. Getting back behind the wheel, he put the car in gear and took off before the cops showed up.
~~~~~~Several Hours Later~~~~~~
Inuyasha slid to a stop in the monstrous Hammer outside Sesshomaru’s garage, the older waiting for him in the Audi Q7. The Plymouth was parked inside, the garage locked up, and Inuyasha slid into the passenger seat of the big Audi as Sesshomaru started the massive diesel beneath the hood.
“I am going to jerk off so many times tonight.”
“Are you now?”
“Oh yeah, maybe once for every day you kept this stupid ring on.”
“If you say so.” Sesshomaru slid the V12 diesel into drive and pulled off, accelerating onto the street back towards the house. Relaxing back into the comfortable seat, Inuyasha stretched his limbs out, grateful for the luxurious SUV after the metal folding seat in the transport plane.
“I have to say, that Charger is freakish.”
“Indeed, it is quite the machine, I wouldn’t mind taking it for a trophy.”
“I would love to see that. He was out of his mind at the loss of his two collectors, I think he’d have an aneurism if he bet that Charger and lost.”
“Very true, now what are you interested in for dinner?”
“My cock and my right hand.”
“Funny hanyou, seriously though. Something from the beach vendors, some nice seafood a bit further up the coast, or a sit down dinner in the city proper?”
“I wasn’t joking I want to cum Sess.”
“That can wait Inuyasha. You’ve won me two brilliant cars, this deserves celebration. We’re going out, having a nice dinner, seeing the sites, enjoying some entertainment.”
“Do we have to?”
“Yes Inuyasha.”
“Damn it.”
The hanyou wanted to protest but knew it was futile as the dog guided them towards the city proper. They made their way through the evening traffic flow and within decent time Sesshomaru was pulling into a beautiful, upscale restaurant of some manner. They parked out front and walked in, getting a table and ordering drinks, a phenomenal pinot noir of Sesshomaru’s choosing.
They ordered their meal and relaxed into the comfortable seating, enjoying the quiet, upscale ambiance of the place. Sesshomaru sipped at his wine while Inuyasha kicked the glass back in a couple of gulps, though it was out of contempt for Sesshomaru rather than the wine, which was delicious.
“Well I must say otouto, you truly have done remarkably well thus far. Four victories, and nothing less than a podium finish. I truly am proud of you little brother.”
“Thanks, guess giving away six figure cars is a pretty good motivator.” Inuyasha joked as he took another sip of his wine, refilling their glasses afterwards.
“You’ve earned them. Spoils of victory aside, have you enjoyed it so far, competing?”
“Yeah, I have, quite a lot actually. The drivers are undeniably good, and the cars are spectacular.”
“Indeed, and it’s just getting started. As the season heats up there will be more and more intense racing, in more challenging environments. There will also be different match ups, certain super cars, rivals, muscle cars, hot hatchbacks. There are also the ‘Race of Champeons’ races to look forward to.”
“The what?”
“The Race of Champeons. Essentially, they are races we in the club devised for a bit of a laugh between the seriousness of our regular race season. They count towards the points standing but generally not by much. They are wagered on and in some cases collective prizes are put up, but they are meant more as a break from the real action.
They are essentially races involving one make or one group of similar cars, and the focus is on terrible vehicles. Take an unsporting, dull car and race a pack of them. Things like the diesel BMW 1-series, the Nissan Micra Cabriolet, the Hummer H2, or a Chevy Aveo. We generally race a pack of one such make, unmodified, often in a smaller circuit or sprint type event.”
“That actually does sound fun.”
“It is, they are actually catching on fast in the club. Those and our newly formed Auction House Races.”
“Go on.”
“I actually get to take partial credit for this one, along with Kouga and a couple of others you’ll be meeting soon. The idea is that everyone competing in the upcoming race attends the same car auction, mostly used car auctions, a few hours or days before. There, they have a pre agreed upon amount of money which they must use to bid on and win a car.
Everyone bids for and wins the best vehicle they can lay their hands on, or face disqualification, and then the newly purchased cars are raced. No modifications, no servicing, its turn-key and race. To spice some of them up the actual race type and layout aren’t specified until after the auction so the participants have to tailor their purchase to what they think it will be, or to what vehicle best suits their driving style.
Additionally, as many of the used car and sheriff sale auctions only give you a basic crib sheet of the cars for sale there is no real way of ascertaining just how clean your vehicle is, which is another factor. Especially with more optimistic choices, the chance of getting burned is always present.”
“You say that like you know it firsthand.”
“I do. In the first such race we did, in America, I purchased a very clean Integra GS-R from a sheriff’s sale auction. It was silver, sixty thousand miles on the odometer, and was a theft recovery. Of course, what I didn’t realize until after I’d bought it was that the shop that replaced everything stolen had went cheap on it for auction.
I had bought a GS-R that had the interior, motor, transmission, and suspension of a base model LS swapped in after the originals were all stolen. Needless to say, Kouga had an excellent laugh when he found the car I’d outbid him on was thirty horsepower down and had softer suspension than it should have. Of course, that laughter went away when the Starion he’d ended up with stopped making any boost five minutes after he got behind the wheel.”
“Haha, okay that sounds like a hell of a lot of fun.”
“It is, sort of combines racing and gambling together. Tough too, between the competitors and the other auction goers the budget can make getting some of the more sporting vehicles a precarious situation. There develops a struggle between trying and getting a vehicle fast so that you don’t get caught out, and waiting for the vehicle you want most when there stands a good chance you won’t get it.”
“And of course not getting a totally caned machine if you wait for the sports car you want. I actually sympathize with that one; one of my buddies made the mistake of buying a Supra from auction essentially sight unseen. He won it, at ridiculous cost, and immediately got burned.
Whoever had it before him lost the head gasket as Supras are wont to do, and had decided to just pull the functioning turbos and sell them, swapping a set of junk ones for sale. They were cooked, the motor was trash, and we found out later it was originally an automatic with a manual swap and a bad one at that. They’d diced the under tray for no reason, made a rat’s nest of the wiring, it was awful.”
“Hmm, I can imagine.”
~~~~~~Several Hours Later~~~~~~
Sesshomaru pulled the Audi into its appropriate garage bay and moved the selector into park, shutting the oversized diesel off for the night. Getting out, the two inu walked inside and Sesshomaru began to strip his little brother, earning him a glance from his sibling.
“Just getting you ready for the ring’s removal baby brother.”
“Hell yeah.”
Inuyasha was stripped and led into Sesshomaru’s bedroom. There, he was laid back against the bed and with a quick motion, the younger inu found his sibling had cuffed his hands through the headboard. Tugging at them lightly, Inuyasha took a second to wonder where he’d even gotten them from whilst Sesshomaru true to his word grabbed the removal tool and pried the ring open, removing it from Inuyasha’s piercings.
Almost immediately Inuyasha’s member sprung to life, happy to be out of its restraint once more. Sesshomaru set the tool down with the cuff keys on his nightstand, then turned over to Inuyasha to give the thick member between his legs a few loving strokes. Then, it was off with his own clothing, and the older slid the light covers over them both, sliding up against his younger brother for the night.
“Sesshomaru, what the fuck!”
“What is it now otouto?”
“My hands, can you please un-cuff them now?”
“It is time for bed otouto you can have them un-cuffed tomorrow.”
“But my cock, come the hell on you tease!”
“I told you I would remove the ring and I did. I have held up my end of the bargain perfectly. Now, it is time for sleep and that is not going to happen with you stroking yourself into a coma and ruining my sheets. So just ignore it and try to get some rest baby brother as you are not getting freed tonight.”
“You really are a colossal ass you know that?”
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