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Test Drive	By : kougaslover Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 31185 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don’t own Inuyasha or any of the Inuyasha characters; they’re Rumiko Takahashi’s (lucky!) I don’t make any money; these just amuse me and take up my spare time. Please Read and Review!!!

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Hello all, welcome to chapter fifteen of Test Drive, hope you all enjoy. For those who aren't rally fans, the two driver's mentioned are Colin McRae and Tommi Makinen. McRae was a driver first of rear wheel drive Ford Escorts, and then numerous Subaru's through the nineties and two thousands while Makinen was a driver for Mitsubishi during the same period. Amongst rallying fans and tuners this is a big rivalry, Subaru's Impreza STi versus Mitsubishi's Lancer Evo.
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~~~~~~Test Drive~~~~~~
The second stage didn’t do Inuyasha much better. He’d placed third in the first stage, seconds off of Kouga’s blistering time and a few tenths behind Ayame who’d earned second. Shippo had finished right on him as well, though in Inuyasha’s defense Shippo had caught a bit of a light patch in the traffic whilst Inuyasha had done a bit more weaving to get to the end of the course.
The drive to the next stage was a few miles inland, bringing them to a tighter course with less traffic though more hairpins, crests, and blind corners. It was also longer, about nine miles of road start to finish. Inuyasha had gotten a proper feel for the electrifying Balboni, and was now ready to make up for lost time.
And… he didn’t.
He beat Ayame, taking over second place. He had driven hard as hell, barely off the mark for first. The driver of the Bianco Rosso had pushed hard for a third place finish on the stage, Ayame having finished fourth, holding her third place overall standing. Shippo had fallen back a bit and was a couple tenths from giving up fifth place to the Super Trofeo Gallardo.
Kouga though had been vicious. Inuyasha had drawn big on Ayame and had really pushed it, but Kouga had still drawn on him. It hadn’t been by much, but Kouga was still going into the final stage with two firsts and almost guaranteed victory so long as he didn’t spin or park his car in a tree.
Inuyasha did get an interesting surprise though; there was a collective prize up for the victor of the third stage. It was…predictably, a Gallardo, but possibly the best version made. The Gallardo Tricolore, a Balboni with a special Italian flag paint scheme.
Painted bright white, the special, special edition feature a green white and red stripe running the left side of the car, with the same stripe even duplicated in the driver’s seat. It was utterly beautiful, and Inuyasha was determined to own it.
Finally he was lined up for the final stage and when the flag dropped he went for it. Running each shift all the way to redline, braking late as he dared on the roads he wasn’t very familiar with, hitting each apex tight as he possibly could. Inuyasha absolutely devoured the eight mile stretch of road and was over the finish line in short minutes.
Inuyasha silently thanked Sesshomaru for ticking off the ceramic brake option as he pulled it down hard from triple digits, the fade free stoppers hauling the Gallardo to a very fast stop. Pulling over, he let the Balboni to hiss and tick itself cool as he went over to the club employed timer.
“That was damn fast, I think it might have been a record.”
“Fucking right.”
Sure enough, as the other competitors crossed the line, Inuyasha moved further and further up the potential leaderboard, each car finishing behind him. Ten Gallardo’s crossed the finish line after him and all ten were behind him, and then Kouga finished.
“Shit, I can’t believe that.”
“Believe what?”
“Well, you might have held the record for the shortest time ever. Kouga beat you by half a second.”
“FUCK!!!”
~~~~~~Two Hours Later~~~~~~
Inuyasha pulled onto the soft dirt path, rolling up to see the other competitors already lined up. They were just going in order of arrival, and Inuyasha found himself right behind Kouga. It was actually almost poetic, Subaru and Mitsubishi had been a longtime WRC rivalry, and Inuyasha was driving one of the best Impreza rally cars ever made.
Kouga happened to own one of the best Evo rally cars ever made. The 1999 Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution VI rally car, one of the best of the breed. Ahead of them, there was a very nice collection of nineties vintage Group A rally cars.
Up in front there was an earlier Impreza WRC car, followed by a Peugeot 306 Maxi and a Ford Focus RS Cosworth after that. Toyota Celica GT-Four ST 165 rally cars occupied fourth and fifth, and a Volkswagen Golf Rallye G60 took sixth. Seventh belonged to another German, a WRC prepped BMW M3 and eighth by the French Citroen Xsara F2. Ninth was occupied by a suspiciously purple Toyota Corolla WRC, leaving Kouga and Inuyasha to tenth and eleventh.
“Hi there pup.”
“Hi yourself.”
“Still a bit sore about earlier?”
“I wanted that Tricolore.”
“Really, didn’t take you for a Gallardo fanatic.”
“Well, regular Gallardo’s I really don’t care about. But that one’s a special case. I mean, the Balboni and it’s 550-2 designation is the first rear-drive Lamborghini in fifteen years. And it’s probably going to be the last two-wheel drive, and indeed one of the last period, Lamborghini’s offered with a proper manual. It is a proper Lamborghini, and in the Tricolore it happens to be dressed beautifully as well.”
“True enough, it is far livelier than the standard Gallardo. You know…you really want it?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Care to make a bet on it?”
“Betting on?”
“This rally stage, you and me. Regardless of overall finish, whichever of us finishes in the shorter time wins. You win, the Tricolore is yours. I win, and I get you little pup, for a night anyway.”
“I’m not going to be here for another night, ookami.”
“A few hours then. Or a broom closet and fifteen minutes if you’re really that strapped for time.”
Inuyasha couldn’t help the chuckle that came from him at the wolf’s joking. It was really a win win for him; he wanted the Lamborghini bad, and worst case he got to sample what was in Kouga’s well-tailored jeans. Though he had a thought that could safeguard his chances all the same.
“Alright, you’re on, on one condition. If I lose, but only to you, you can have your fifteen minutes and I still get the car.”
“You’re a clever one little pup. Deal.”
Inuyasha shook the wolf’s hand before getting behind the wheel of Sesshomaru’s Impreza. This would be easy, the Tricolore was essentially his, and worst case he would have his rear filled with a bit of wolf cum. That train of thought was interrupted though when the twelfth car arrived, the one vehicle Inuyasha had not wanted to see and had thought he was safe from.
It was from a company most Americans weren’t even aware of, and most who were knew them only for their quality control PR nightmares. Yet, they produced a string of the best rally cars on earth. Subaru and Ford were tied with three manufacturer’s titles each, Mitsubishi holding one. The company responsible for what was behind him…they’d won seven. Three of them on the trot, with one car.
It was…the Lancia Delta Integrale. A little Italian car maker, Lancia had treated their little five door hatchback Delta to a turbocharged four cylinder and four-wheel drive, and all of Lancia’s rally know how. If there was any car that could truly bloody the Impreza, it was the Delta. Suddenly, Inuyasha’s ownership of a new Lambo seemed distant at best and his ass seemed to be in a hell of a lot of trouble.
“Alright, no, settle the fuck down. Dirt’s my element, Subaru’s are my element, this is the Subaru to have. I’ve got it all, turbo, proper manual, all-wheel drive. This is a fucking dream right here, a proper WRC Impreza. Fuck, for all I know McRae’s been in this seat.”
Inuyasha calmed himself as the others were flagged forward in a staggered start, rocketing forward down the dirt path. Turbo-charged, two liter engines barked and roared as the hatchbacks and compact sedans each took their turn at a full throttle launch. Before he knew it, he saw what well may have been Tommi Makinen’s Evo launch from the stop.
Kouga was given thirty seconds, disappearing around the first bend in a four wheel drift and a lot of dust, and then the flag dropped on the blue Subaru. Inuyasha let out a held breath as he sidestepped the clutch, all four wheels spinning as the Impreza struggled for traction.
Shifting into second he went right for the first left hand corner. Flicking the wheel right, he turned back left and the car slid into a smooth, controlled drift round the corner, facing the car the way he needed to go and driving it through the corner with plenty of throttle. It was funny; taking a corner sideways on pavement was generally the best looking but slowest way of getting round it. On dirt and gravel, going round the corners sideways was often the fastest, turning the car sideways at speed and using the throttle to push the car the way it was facing.
The next mile or so was a series of light bends and small crests, Inuyasha hammering on it and using the entire path, clipping the edges of bends and apexes. He drew as much room as possible on the Delta and pulled as close as possible to the Evo, holding nothing back.
On the road, he had to be careful round blind corners; going into the other lane could be lethal if he couldn’t see what was in it. Here, there was no traffic, just dirt and a car built to master it. Inuyasha kept his foot down hard, working the gearbox, swinging the car back and forth, using the weight to change the car’s direction the way he wanted.
The course was about seven miles of dirt and gravel, about a mile of tarmac, a short sprint up the beach, through another dirt section to the finish. Inuyasha ate up the miles, the threat of the Lancia like a boogeyman stalking him, the Italian hatchback behind him somewhere, waiting for him to slip up.
But slip up he didn’t, tearing across the dirt. In true rally fashion, he kept the Impreza at triple digit speeds, usually sideways, the entire seven miles and soon was making the hard right onto pavement. The car still had its dirt tires and so even with the four wheel drive wasn’t all that grippy, making them work very hard for traction.
“Come on baby, come on.” Inuyasha had to say, he was in his glory. Even if his ass was about to be pounded, he honestly didn’t care in the wake of driving a car he’d idolized since first seeing it tearing about backwoods the world over. Weaving past a few cars, Inuyasha saw he’d definitely drawn closer to Kouga, they were no longer anywhere near thirty seconds apart.
As they raced onto the sand, Inuyasha stayed low in the gear, using revs and momentum to keep the car moving forward and fast. Steering with the continuous little slides and slippage on the soft sand Inuyasha kept calm and didn’t let himself lose control, not when he was so close.
The same couldn’t be said for one of the Toyota Celica’s which was sitting in the sand facing the way it came, the driver having spun it on the especially slippery surface. Inuyasha kept control though and they were back onto the dirt, tearing through a wooded patch and through a couple of quick bends.
“Oh fuck me!”
The path rose and crested, quite fitting for the end of a rally stage. He kept his foot down took the crest at triple digits, the Impreza going airborne and crossing the line before coming back down, shimmying as it touched back down to Earth. Slowing, Inuyasha pulled to the side and waited, counting seconds as the Delta approached, finally crossing the line in similarly airborne manner.
“Alright, fuck, what were the times?” Most of the others were dispersing, having finished too low. A couple were waiting, tentatively in the money pending the last three drivers. As the times were verified and read to them, Inuyasha let out a massive sigh of relief and began to laugh.
“Hell yes, yes, ah!” Inuyasha celebrated his victory over not just Kouga, but the entire pack. He’d beaten the Delta, by a good margin, as had Kouga though only by a couple tenths of a second. As it turned out it was Shippo who owned the Lancia, happy enough to have gotten a third place finish.
“Well well, I guess I’ll have to get you another time pup. The car’s apparently still in Italy, they’ll have you sign for it.” Kouga gave Inuyasha a slip from the club to take delivery of the Lamborghini he’d won, which he graciously accepted somehow.
“Well thank you ookami. Better luck next time eh?”
“Can’t wait for it pup.” Kouga leaned in and kissed Inuyasha, claiming the hanyou in at least one way.
~~~~~~Later That Night~~~~~~
After returning the Impreza to the garage and giving it a wipe down, Inuyasha had gotten a taxi back to the plane and they’d set off for Morocco. It was a long flight by the prop plane but with the time zone shift it was still early enough by time they set down in the harbor, idling to a stop at the docks. Inuyasha was surprisingly happy to see Sesshomaru standing there waiting for him.
He’d actually had a strangely perturbed sleep he night they’d been apart. Inu did enjoy the company of others, of a pack, and after a week or so of sleeping next to another inu and his brother no less it felt wrong to do so without him.
“Otouto, I hear you had a rather lucrative day.”
“Yeah, one second and one first place finish. And I won a pretty damn nice Gallardo.”
“Who was it that beat you in the rally cars?”
“I won the rally, it was the Gallardo race that I came second in, Kouga ran away with that one.”
“Then how did you acquire the Tricolore?”
“I bet Kouga for it in the rally race.”
“Really, what did you offer to make him wager the Lamborghini?”
“Well, I sorta offered…me. Well, he bet me on those terms, but I knew I could beat him.”
“You bet yourself my otouto? Did you not think I might have something to say about that?” The look Sesshomaru sent his little brother made Inuyasha gulp likely, knowing he was going to be suffering some manner of pleasurable torment soon enough.
“Well, nothing happened, I smoked him. It was an Impreza against an Evo, I never bet him anything.” Inuyasha boasted, though really one slip up and he would have been bent over for the ookami.
“Fair enough, though do not think you’ll be bending over for that wolf anytime soon. Not unless I approve of it, understood?”
“You’d let the wolf bend me over?” Inuyasha challenged as they walked towards the restaurant Sesshomaru had in mind.
“Possibly, only once I’ve had the privilege first.”
This time it was the lecherous look Sesshomaru gave Inuyasha that struck fear into his heart.
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