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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
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Seriously, this one really is. Lamborghini's, Lancia's, rallying, and sex toys. What else could you ask for :P If you do have anything to ask for, please drop me a review and I'll see what I can do to accommodate!
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~~~~~~Test Drive~~~~~~
Striding into the hotel suite Sesshomaru had requested for them, Inuyasha surveyed the beautiful floors and open spaces as he felt the almost frigid air waft over him. It was a single bedroom suite, with a large kitchen area, big open space, master bedroom, and expansive balcony. And apparently ice cold air.
“Making a meat locker out of this place?”
“Well little brother, you don’t have another test drive for a day and a half and I missed you yesterday. If you have no objections I want to get under the covers in that bed and stay nice and warm.” Sesshomaru stepped up behind his sibling, slipping his arms around Inuyasha’s waist and nuzzling his little brother’s neck.
“H-hai.”
~~~~~~The Next Day~~~~~~
Inuyasha finished dressing, slipped into a comfortable pair of pants and a button down shirt. Heading downstairs to the front of the luxurious hotel, he strode out to the valet circle and saw Sesshomaru taking his car, a striking light blue Lamborghini Aventador roadster. Getting behind the wheel, the full inu slid the car into drive as Inuyasha parked himself in the other leather trimmed seat.
“So, where exactly is this garage of yours?”
“It’s about twenty five miles from here. Once we get out of the city is a fairly straight shot.” Sesshomaru guided the big V12 roadster through the crowded streets, using fairly gratuitous doses of throttle to try and compensate for the seven-speed single clutch semi-automatic gearbox’s occasional dimwittedness.
Personally, it was the weak point of the car in Sesshomaru’s opinion; he would have preferred a proper manual in the Italian supercar. It was a Lamborghini, it was supposed to be a bit brutish and hairy, two pedals and shift paddles just didn’t feel right to him. But it was a small niggle in what was otherwise a very good car.
Thankfully though, they made it out of the city rather quickly and once on the move, the rest of the car could make up for the gearbox’s shortcomings. The big Lamborghini V12 had a phenomenal rumble, the interior was gorgeous, the ride surprisingly bearable on the open road. Sesshomaru kept his foot in and made good time, devouring the miles as the six point five liter churned behind their heads.
“So, you’ve really been keeping this one tight, what is it?”
“It is another rally event, this one of vintage rally cars. Anything up to and including 1972.”
“Very nice, what is it?”
“You’ll soon see otouto.”
Inuyasha gave Sesshomaru a look but settled for contemplating what he was going to be driving. There wasn’t much that he wouldn’t enjoy. Rally cars of the 72’ and back were of an interesting breed; it was still somewhat early in the sport and the cars weren’t exactly the purpose built machines of the present day.
Four wheel drive was not only not the rule, it wasn’t even the exception yet. Turbochargers were in their infancy and hadn’t yet been mated to small displacement four and five cylinders for rally competition as they would be within a few years. Hell, there wasn’t even any conformity in what made a good one. Front engine front wheel drive, front engine rear drive, rear engine rear drive; four and six cylinders, hatchbacks, sedans, coupes; the lot were present.
Eventually, much to Inuyasha’s relief, Sesshomaru turned off the main road and blasted up a small back road. The road terminated in a small fenced in garage, Sesshomaru unlocking the garage and pulling in, opening the garage and pulling in. Parking the Aventador the two got out and Sesshomaru walked over to the car of the day, unbuckling and removing its car cover to Inuyasha’s dropped jaw.
He’d expected a Datsun 240Z, one of the brilliant Mini Coopers, maybe even a Porsche 911S or old Saab. What he hadn’t expected was possibly one of the single prettiest, most timeless cars of all time. And one of the best rally cars of all time. Simply put, the 1972 Lancia Fulvia.
It was a brilliant looking thing, a sleek two door coupe with a quad set of headlights, sculpted body panels and sharply raked rear windshield. It featured a narrow angle V-4 engine and a five speed manual, motivating the front wheels. It was a brilliant little thing, agile and eager, especially on dirt and gravel surfaces where its low weight and front wheel drive came into play.
It may have packed only a one point six liter engine, but it had been more than enough. The 1972 Fulvia Coupe 1600 HF, Sesshomaru’s specific model, had won the prestigious Monte Carlo Rally and the overall FIA championship that year.
And now Inuyasha was going to race it, race the balls off it.
~~~~~~A While Later~~~~~~
Inuyasha pulled up to the line, the last of twelve cars in line to go. Ahead of him, a Datsun 240Z was first to be waved forward, tearing off down the loose packed dirt path. A Porsche 911S rally car was after that, a pair of Mini Cooper rally cars following in third and fourth. A Mk. I Ford Escort RS1600 followed in fifth, and a second Porsche went sixth.
Seventh in line was a Fiat 124 Spyder rally car, a Peugeot 504 rally car in eighth. A third Mini took up ninth and an Alpine-Renault A110 launched tenth. A Saab 96 launched eleventh, and then forty five seconds later Inuyasha was waved forward.
“Fuck yeah!”
Inuyasha floored the Italian coupe, revving on the little Lancia and snicking it into second as he accelerated up the road. The race was a single long stage across very loose dirt paths, winding up through the hills and mountains of the outlying area near Tangier. It was good terrain for the Lancia; the opening straights didn’t play to its strengths but the mountainous regions certainly did.
The surface too played to its advantage; the loose dirt provided little traction to the rear driver cars, save the rear engine 911’s but even they would be tail happy on the shifting and unstable ground beneath their tires. Even with only a small V-4 though, the Lancia wasn’t really struggling on the straight sections.
It may have only made about a hundred and thirty horsepower from the little 1.6, but it was eager and rev happy and for the time it was actually pretty impressive power for its size. The motor produced its power easily and with a brilliant soundtrack, and it didn’t hurt the small motor wasn’t pushing against much of anything. The entire Fulvia with its rally prepping and steel-body weighed a bit less than two thousand pounds, lighter even than a modern day Lotus Elise.
Matched with four wheel disc brakes, its athletic suspension and the rally oriented front-wheel drive the little Lancia was certainly more than the sum of its parts. Something Inuyasha was finding out quite intimately as the road rose and wound itself into a series of tight hairpins and switchbacks weaving through rocky outcroppings and small cliff faces.
In its element, the Lancia was fantastic. Inuyasha found himself grinning ear to ear as he worked the five-speed gearbox, using dabs of the clutch, brake, and handbrake to tweak the car the way he wanted it to go, a steady foot on the throttle driving it hard through the corners and blasting down the straight sections.
The Datsun and Porsche’s both made more power but were a bit heftier. The Mini’s, Saab, and Peugeot made less power and the Ford, Fiat, and Alpine made about the same as the Lancia. All of them were threats though, all had at least one rally victory under their belt. The Porsche’s, Mini’s, Escort, and Alpine were likely the worst threats though you couldn’t count any of them out once the racing began.
Though that said, Inuyasha wasn’t exactly in the mood to care about the other drivers as he roared through the miles, working the little Lancia for all it was worth. The bigger cars had more power but had rear wheel drive; the Mini’s and the Saab were front wheel drive, and lighter, but lacked power. And they lacked a hanyou who was absolutely falling in love with the little Fulvia.
It was in a hail of kicked up dirt that the Lancia came round the final turn, Inuyasha down shifting and revving the little monster as he floored it to the finish line. Crossing it, he flicked the car left, then swung right and pulled the handbrake, swinging the car round in an impressive handbrake turn and sliding to a stop.
“Fuck I could care less if I came dead last.”
“I don’t think coming last is something you need to worry about, I was hammering on it and I know you were less than forty five seconds behind me.” A light Swedish accent wafted from the driver of the Saab, a blonde haired human male.
“Yeah, I wasn’t exactly sandbagging it, though I doubt I made much progress on that 96. Those things pulled off some real upsets in their day.”
“Still are, Hans you came second. Ms. Ling, you achieved third.” The human male in charge of the timers read their final results, awarding the second place to the Saab and third to the first Porsche 911 in the starting order. “And you Mr. Takahashi took first, by a long way.”
“You’re kidding me.”
“Nope, to be honest that might be a record. We’ll have to check but that was a properly flying time.”
“Hell yeah, that little Fulvia is a monster.”
“Apparently so.”
Inuyasha small talked a couple of the competitors a minute and excused himself, getting back in the Lancia and tearing off back the way he’d come. Sesshomaru should be pleased with his win, though he was still trying to figure out how he could talk his aniki into giving him the Fulvia for his tremendous efforts…
~~~~~~A Few Hours Later~~~~~~
Inuyasha whined lightly as Sesshomaru nipped and sucked at his neck, nibbling on his sensitive flesh. He was painfully hard, hands fidgeting in the thick, dark red velvet ropes binding his wrists to the headboard. Golden eyes were hidden behind a velvet band wrapped round his head, legs spread apart as slick fingers played with his entrance.
“Ah Sesshomaru!”
“Horned up little brother?” Sesshomaru teased as a sizeable vibrator was eased into his little brother’s channel. The phallus was lodged deep in the pup’s rear, and his legs were brought down and quickly lashed in place with more velvet ropes attached to the foot board. Sesshomaru turned the vibrator on at about half strength and got off the bed, dressing himself as he tried to tame his raging erection.
“Oh fuck, Sess this isn’t funny.”
“It isn’t meant to be pup. Now, I have to attend a video conference from one of the regional buildings a few miles from here. I will return in a while pup, feel free to complete as many times as you wish till then.” Inuyasha felt Sesshomaru’s lips collide with his own in a gentle kiss, and then a thick velvet knot was between his teeth and tied in place.
Blind and gagged, Inuyasha could only grumble and squirm as Sesshomaru left him to the vibrator, his hole quivering and clenching on the big intruder buzzing away inside him on full tilt as the full inu turned it to eleven before walking out the door.
It didn’t take long for the powerful toy to do its work. With a gasp through his gag Inuyasha arched his back and came, seed shooting onto his chest in powerful ropes. As he rode out his orgasm, Inuyasha began to spasm a bit as the vibrator continued vibrating, tormenting him post orgasm.
It was going to be a long few hours until Sesshomaru got back.
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