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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 seventeen of Test Drive. In this one we see the sunny side of not having spark plugs, that's a diesel joke for you normal, functional, friend having non-car people :P
Chancelor22- Thanks for the review! You're actually just a few chapters ahead of me in most of your requests :) Miroku and Sango will both be appearing, as drivers a few chapters from now. To help foster the global, international feel of their club I've tried to write it so that they all have different racing schedules and will run into each other at random times. And as for the smut, there's a nice dollop of that coming next chapter, have no fear :P
I'm not sure Sesshomaru would bet his precious sibling against other drivers, but there will definitely be some "encounters" with the right competitors off the road in the coming chapters as well. Thanks for the input, and thanks again for the review!
Thank you all for reading, and please review!
~~~~~~Test Drive~~~~~~
“Oh pup you are fine, I was merely keeping you occupied in my absence.”
“You’re still a bastard.”
Inuyasha hugged himself tighter against his sibling, unfettered and free of the agonizingly good vibrator. They were back under the covers, Sesshomaru’s arms wrapped round his sibling once more. When he’d returned there had been quite a bit of Inuyasha’s colorful language and he’d needed to calm the hanyou before untying him, but now Sesshomaru had him resting comfortably once more.
“I must say little one, you truly have been doing remarkably well. Not that I didn’t expect good things from you otouto, but you have blown my expectations far behind. I was hopeful you’d recapture a good chunk of my money, yet as things stand you’re looking to make the Championship and easily.”
“Yeah, yeah I’m sure you expected me to crash and burn aniki.” Inuyasha prodded as he rested his head against Sesshomaru’s chest.
“Not at all, I merely believed the level of competition would take some time to adapt to. You are in some of the best vehicles, on some of the most demanding roads, and against some of the stiffest competition. I had hoped to see you placing often, but taking first and second as often as you have was not something I dared hope for.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have been the one racing all along, big brother.”
“Oh my otouto, successful you may be, but your aniki will show you proper driving skill soon enough.”
“Easy for you to say when you have a legitimate excuse not to.” Inuyasha teased, getting a light squeeze of his thigh by a certain full inu youkai.
“Just you wait Inuyasha. For now, why don’t you keep focused on the next race; you have one of the Champeons events tomorrow.”
“Oh joy.”
“Indeed. Tomorrow you shall have the privilege of driving a BMW 116d or in layman’s terms the 1-series diesel.”
“Oh, joy.” Inuyasha really meant it. Diesel wasn’t exactly the most exciting thing to happen to motorsport; there were racing vehicles that utilized the torque and the fuel economy to great advantage but they hadn’t exactly taken racing by storm. Overall, diesel was largely the friend of the eco-miler, not the enthusiast.
Low rev limits, small power bands, and lethargic revving made for cars that were often depressing to drive with any verve. The BMW’s one point six liter diesel was no exception, it was really the final nail in the coffin of what was already a poorly made BMW casserole; parts bin leftovers cobbled together to fill a market gap. He would only have to compete against more of the same, but it was small consolation.
“Indeed, you may wish to spend tomorrow morning practicing your shift timing and heel and toeing in the BMW.”
It was good advice; the diesel’s power band was cruel to say the least. There was no power down low, torque enough to get off the line with great fuel economy, but no get up and go. When the revs finally started coming and the car started to gather its skirts, there was a morsel of power and then it was at the diesel’s low redline, necessitating another shift and thus dropping the revs back into the gutless range. Learning to make the most of those little crumbs of power would be key to taking home another victory.
“Sounds good. Hey, about the championship you mentioned, what’s it all about? I mean, you mentioned the races and their investment so far, but you haven’t really told me anything about the championship other than that you apparently won it last year.”
“True, I haven’t yet filled you in on much about the championship. I had not wanted to over burden you with the appearance that I expected you to place in it this year, but it seems you are on your way nonetheless. The Championship is the culmination of the races for this series, consisting of the ten best performing drivers competing for the ultimate prize.
In addition to money and whatever other rewards are offered, each race in our little club assigns points. Unlike the payouts, points allocations are awarded to the top five of most races. Ten points to first, eight to second, six to third, four to fourth, and two to fifth with nothing awarded for anything less. There are variations of this but that is the norm.
Points totals are recorded and kept by the club, ranking the driver’s for each season. They don’t carry over, a clean slate each season, save the champions races which do offer a slight advantage to the top ten of the last season. At the end of this season, the top nine drivers are entered into the championship series of races. Spots ten to twenty one are entered into an auxiliary, wildcard series of races.
The winner of that earns spot ten in the championship, the other spots assigned to the points standings; first in points gets pole, second gets second, etc. At that point, the top ten drivers of the season participate in a series of races to determine a final winner.”
“Nice, so what do I get when I win them?”
“When you win them otouto, you get a big chunk of money from the club for winning the championship, a prize decided on by the club and the champion racers, the title of champion and the pole position in the champion races of the next season.”
“Fucking right, so how many wins do I need?”
“A lot is all I can say for sure. Due to the nature of the racing schedule it is hard to say exactly how many you’d need to place in the championship but you will certainly need to see plenty of the podium in the rest of your races.”
“How do you not know how many points are needed? Can’t they just figure out how many points are available and roughly estimate the shares needed for the top ten places?”
“Normally you’d be correct little brother, but the races are not in a set series or organization. Seeing as every driver essentially is in their own collection of races and has the potential for a different number of points it is impossible to say how many points the competitors are able to accrue. The best you can do is enter as many races as possible and do as well in them as possible.”
“Ah, how many of the races am I entered in anyway, or how many am I not in?”
“You are in a majority of races, that much is certain. Due to the fact that some races overlap, or are too close in time for their geographical disparity, you simply cannot be entered into them all. I selected a large number of races of a good variety; virtually every race format and the vast majority of the race locations are represented.
They are tailored to a degree to help accommodate my work schedule and where my homes and car collections are to some small degree. Sadly, had I known I would not have been able to race I could potentially have added a few more races to the docket, though the extra time with you has not been unappreciated.”
“What is the total number of races then, if I’m only racing in a select number of them.”
“The number is most certainly over a hundred, possibly two once you count every race from each location and each type of racing. Especially when you consider that there are races on almost every continent, in the majority of countries.”
“Damn, so how many people are in the club then? I mean, if you’re talking hundreds of races on almost every continent, how many of them are actually in the running? Is it just the top ten I raced earlier?”
“Not at all. There are actually dozens of members, possibly over a hundred by this point. Due to the rather al a carte nature of the races the club is very easily tailored to one’s specifics. Some competitors only participate in one area or in one type of racing and if they are good at it they can find the club quite lucrative even with a small number of races.
The championship does indeed require a higher level of commitment, more travel, and more cars. That said it is not a guarantee nor a mandate that you race in almost every location; if you enter in every last race possible and lose them all, you still aren’t getting in the championship. Though, on the other hand you could contain your racing to one continent and still win entry into it if you were winning at a high average.
Some people do contain their racing to one continent, even perhaps to one country or a small group of them and yet still get in or get close. Europe for example has a huge number of races in a relatively small area, if you were hitting strong enough you could potentially win just by entering and placing in enough of the races there and nowhere else.”
“That’s cool I suppose, hell, I win enough of these I could enter next season.”
“You certainly could otouto. In fact, a number of our members compete almost as a full time job. They race in a select group in their area each year and profit from the victories they achieve in their area. You could conceivably start in one area and roll your profits into expanding into a larger campaign. Though for right now, you are probably best staying on target for this season, little brother.”
“Right, wouldn’t want to blow a race with a pack of 1-series diesels.”
~~~~~~The Next Day~~~~~~
The flag dropped and Inuyasha sidestepped the clutch, the rear wheels spinning on the soft dirt. The black BMW hatchback sluggishly accelerated, the diesel clattering as it roared up to its short rev limit. He shifted into second as the driver of the silver example next to him did the same. He’d drawn second place in the starting line though a good shift had him edging ahead of the car he’d started next to.
“Yeah baby, come on.”
The dirt path went a short way and then they had a sharp right turn onto pavement, a fairly large road no less. Looking for traffic, Inuyasha kept his foot down and pushed left, executing a Scandinavian flick to send the car round the corner and onto the wet pavement with a controlled drift, the front pointed the way he needed to go.
Accelerating with the muted, admittedly well controlled clatter of an engine devoid of any spark plugs Inuyasha accelerated up the street. The other eleven cars were right on his heels as the road began to meander through a series of fast, sweeping corners. Fast for anything that had any manner of power anyway.
It wasn’t actually all that bad, as a basic car. It was nicely appointed, dull and extremely dark with everything swathed in the same shade of utter black, but nicely appointed inside nonetheless. And, unlike all of its subcompact competitors, it was rear wheel drive instead of front wheel drive. And, while the hatchback’s styling was controversial, Inuyasha actually liked it a good bit.
That said, it was almost entirely useless with the diesel. Even with the manual, the ratios just couldn’t keep the car in that miniscule little power band, though that said an automatic with the motor would likely be about as good as pulling your own fingernails out. And, despite its rear wheel drive, it wasn’t that great a driver; it was well balanced and had BMW’s solid steering and pedal feel but it was honestly too stiff for such a non-performance vehicle and the run flat tires were noisy and hard.
“Fuck yeah, try that bitches!”
Inuyasha had weaved through a closing gap, moving right around a slower vehicle than left to avoid an oncoming semi-rig. The other competitors had to try and use the narrow shoulders or slow, let the semi pass and go round the slower moving car. Shifting up again Inuyasha laid his foot hard on the pedal as the diesel chugged along, slowly building up a head of speed on the slippery wet pavement.
The road followed along in a roughly straight run, nothing but sweeper corners that the 1.6 liter could take flat out. The traffic was fairly light as well, letting Inuyasha hold the small lead he’d gotten with his brave weaving maneuver. Soon enough, they had to turn hard right off the main road onto a smaller road leading up across a little mountainous bit of land.
Inuyasha broke hard and swung the car right, the little BMW squealing as the run flat tires struggled for traction. He got a clean line and started accelerating up the hill, downshifting to second gear as he willed the diesel to find some ounce of strength. As the little diesel sluggishly revved towards its low rev limit Inuyasha silently begged for a turbocharger, or two, or three, or a big fucking bottle of nitrous; anything to bring more top end to the little engine that couldn’t.
“Come on, please, please you stupid Bavarian lump of iron!”
Inuyasha worked the gearbox as best he could as the road continued to rise, winding through a series of switchbacks. The chassis was fairly good, that much was good. And with as little power as the engine had to offer, it wasn’t exactly difficult to catch each and every apex and follow the perfect line through the predictable corners.
All in all, it was more just a matter of luck that he crossed the finish line in first. Lucky he’d started in first, as there wasn’t exactly much to be done in terms of overtaking the competition should he have started farther back in the pack. Still, it was a victory nonetheless, and so the hanyou had a nice grin on his face as he returned to Sesshomaru’s small garage with the little BMW hatchback.
There waiting for him was another German, albeit one with much more power. It was a Mercedes SLS AMG, the dark blue Benz cosseting Inuyasha as he slipped behind the wheel, pulled the gullwing door down and fired the six point three liter V8 to life. He slid it into drive, and pulled onto the road in a burst of oversteer, pointing the long hood back towards the hotel.
~~~~~~A Short While Later~~~~~~
“Otouto, another first, excellent work.”
“Guess I’m just that good. Though really, that wasn’t even that challenging a road.”
“No, it really isn’t a difficult course, personally I’m a bit surprised it hasn’t been replaced yet.”
“Fuck it, I still won. Now, being one of those Champeons races, does that count in full as a race, or is it considered a joke?”
“Not at all, you get full points. In fact, some of them starting this season are double weight; your next Champeons event will be one of them in fact.”
“Nice, when is the next event anyway, I have to say that diesel 1-series didn’t exactly wet my appetite for speed.”
“Hmm, indeed. The next race is a couple of days from now. We are flying out tonight, so you’ll have a day to rest up and get the lay of the land.”
“Which land exactly?”
“We’re off to der Fatherland little brother.”
“Germany?”
“Exactly. It will actually be your first legal race of sorts.”
“The Nurburgring?”
“That’d be the one. The next race is a timed lap, on an open track day to add that bit of luck. In proper German fashion it is open to Porsche 911’s only.”
“So I can drive my RS 4.0 then?”
“Indeed you can. In fact, I’d highly recommend it.”
“Recommend it?”
“Well, given your phenomenal performance thus far I’ve figured I’ll loosen the reins a bit. I have been selecting your vehicles for you, and in part that has been according to which of my vehicles are nearby for the race in question, but from this point forward I’m going to give you more choice. In situations where there are multiple vehicles available for a race I’ll leave it to your preference.”
“Glad you find me so confidence inspiring Sess. What are the other cars then anyway?”
“Oh, I have many 911’s. There is a cutoff in regards to modified examples, such as Ruf 911’s, at 1990. In that regard, you could take my CTR Yellowbird or my 911 GT2 RS for example.”
“You own a fucking Yellowbird?”
“I do, and a proper bespoke model, one of the originals, not the existing 911’s built to spec by Ruf afterwards.”
“Sell it to me, how much do you want?”
“Not for sale otouto.”
“I’m fucking serious Sess, how much do you want for it?”
“It is not for sale little brother. I will help you find your own if you would like, but for now, let us focus on the upcoming race. As I said you may have your pick of cars, though I will say if you wrap my Yellowbird up on the Nurburgring you can say goodbye to your cock as you will not be seeing it for a long, long time to come afterwards.”
“Yeah, yeah. Shit, that is a hard decision to make though. The GT3 will be faster in the tight bends by a wide margin, while the Yellowbird is faster down the straights by a good way. The GT2 RS is obscenely fast but very hard to control with all its power, and not quite as fast flat out as the Yellowbird. I suppose at the end of the day, the smart bet is the GT3, it’s still fast in the straights and extremely composed in the bends. Though that said, the GT2’s extra power could pay dividends in all the fast sweepers.”
“Indeed, whatever you prefer my otouto. If you are merely looking to finish in the top five, or are aiming for third, the GT3 is likely the best bet. Many of the vehicles there will be regular GT3 models, or Turbo models. They are fast, but the athletic GT3 RS 4.0 will give you an edge. If you are looking for first or second, turbo power is likely a necessity; though turbo power also transforms the 911 into an extremely touchy beast.”
“Valid point, though fuck it third place ain’t exactly my style. I suppose it had better be either the Ruf or the GT2 RS.”
“If you wish little brother. Oh, and there is something else. You said that oil burning 1-series hasn’t left you feeling all that satisfied?”
“You could say that.”
“In that case, would you care to make a slight detour for me?”
“Perhaps, where to?”
“Italy. I’m pleased to say my second Pagani Huayra is finally ready to be delivered. I was planning to keep this one in Nurburg and was going to have it shipped. If you wished to drive it though you could always pick it up from the factory for me.”
“Alright, first things first; your ‘second’ Huayra?” Inuyasha asked with furrowed brows, wanting to be surprised by the fact that his sibling had ordered not one but two of the one point three million U.S. dollar supercars.
“Indeed. The first one is an extremely early chassis number, I have purchased quite a few Zonda’s after all. The other orders I allowed them to push back a ways in agreement to obtain the first one.”
“Okay, two more questions. One, what number is it, and two, just how many have you ordered?”
“I’ve ordered six in total, though two are essentially just ordered as frames right now, an early foot in the door for when Pagani makes a later and greater edition as they undoubtedly will. And my first Huayra is quite literally first, it is chassis number one of the production cars.”
“Damn. So you want me to fly to Italy and pick it up, from Pagani themselves, and then drive it to Nurburg, Germany. The home of the most intimidating, demanding racetrack in the world?”
“Yes.”
“And you posed it as a question?”
“That’s my little brother.”
~~~~~~Several Hours Later~~~~~~
Inuyasha relaxed back into the seat of the ultra-luxurious Gulfstream G650 as the private jet leveled out, coming to its cruising altitude and pointing for Italy. The pilot got on the intercom to inform him he was free to move about the cabin and then Inuyasha was left to the luxury of Sesshomaru’s company jet. As he relaxed he did find himself wishing for something to drink, though that was rectified as the privacy door was opened and a stewardess slipped into the cabin with him.
“Champagne Mr. Takahashi?” Inuyasha recognized the scent as he recognized the voice. Turning round he was faced with the sight of Ayame, holding two glasses and a bottle of champagne.
And nothing but a pair of heels on.
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