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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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Hello all, welcome to chapter two. I hope you all enjoy, please read and review!
~~~~~~Test Drive~~~~~~
"Dust him."
Inuyasha pushed the clutch in, pulled out of sixth and dropped into fourth. As he let the clutch out and put his right foot to the carpet as he heard the Corvette do the same. His reward was the needle on the tach jumping up and the roar of the V12 building into a thunderous crescendo as the car surged forward.
The Corvette’s six point two liter V8 wound up as well and both shot forward, eating up the small gap in traffic they had, forcing Inuyasha to swerve left into the outmost lane to pass a slower moving SUV, the Vette going right through the wide shoulder. Almost immediately, a Prius forced Inuyasha back into the lane to pass it as he shifted up into fifth, the DBS screaming into the triple digits.
It was an interesting match-up; the DBS had more power, five hundred and ten to the Corvette’s four hundred and forty six. The Corvette was lighter though, tipping the scales at roughly thirty three hundred pounds with a full tank of gas while the luxurious Aston, despite boat loads of lightweight aluminum and carbon fiber, weighed in at a bit over thirty seven hundred pounds.
Both were front-engine, both rear wheel drive, the Corvette had a slightly higher displacement but the Aston had more cylinders and made more power. One thing the Chevy did lack however, was a certain hanyou behind the wheel, dodging through the traffic and putting the power down with precision that would make even Sesshomaru proud.
“Fuck yeah, keep up bitch.” Inuyasha swerved right across two lanes, going right around a semi rig to avoid vehicles in the left lanes. The Vette had gone left and had needed to slow to get past through the narrower shoulder there, the wide sports car barely making it through the gap between minivan and concrete barrier.
Weaving through a few more cars, Inuyasha found a gap, several hundred feet of lane unoccupied by those unable to grasp the concept of “slower traffic keep right”. Riding fourth to the red line, he shifted into fifth and let the British bull dog do what it did best; grand touring. The Corvette was a good sports car, as was the Aston, but the Aston was truly a brilliant GT car. Meant for long, high speed cruising for pounding away hundreds of miles of freeway at triple digit speeds with the utmost composure.
And with the flotsam of other motorists out of his way, Inuyasha took full advantage. Improved aerodynamics over the already impressive DB9, and the undeniable or power of five hundred and ten thoroughbreds, Inuyasha drew a lead on the copper colored Chevy that it couldn’t hope to close. Of course, the beauty of the DBS doing what it was made to do couldn’t be enjoyed by other motorists, especially not by the semi that pulled out in front of the angry dark grey convertible bearing down on it.
“Asshole!” Inuyasha made to swerve right, occupying the space it had taken as he began to brake, but Sesshomaru interrupted him.
“Pass left.”
“You’re fucking nuts!”
The left shoulder was narrower than the lanes, narrower than the right shoulder, and it would be a tight squeeze passing the eighteen wheeler without scraping the concrete wall, though what really made Sesshomaru a bit deranged in Inuyasha’s opinion was the fact that the shoulder was mere feet from disappearance; a short bridge section lay just ahead, and the shoulders on either side of the highway were terminated by concrete barriers and steel beams.
Nevertheless, Inuyasha obliged and pushed the right pedal to the floor, twitching the wheel left so that he barely missed the semi, the wide grand tourer passing between the vehicle and the barrier with inches to spare on either side. Inuyasha made it past the truck, past an SUV that had pulled in front of the truck, and reoccupied the left lane just in time to miss totaling the DBS, and both the brother’s good looks, on the walls of the bridge.
“Excellent job otouto, I must say I didn’t anticipate that much of a lead on the Corvette.”
“Didn’t anticipate? So that really was setup by you.” Inuyasha shouted lightly over the roar of wind pummeling into the cabin where the canvas roof was supposed to be.
“Indeed, call it an interview if you will. Now, I would highly suggest you back it down to reasonably legal speeds and hop off at the next exit. I have a nice little bar I want you to drive us to, we have some important business to discuss.”
“Wow, you really are fucking insane, who’d have thought my frigid big brother was so off the reservation.” Inuyasha laughed at his older brother’s expense as he shifted up into sixth gear and let off the gas entirely, letting the motor and the gearing wind the car down to a less conspicuous speed.
“You were the one racing a Corvette in broad daylight in a stolen Aston Martin.”
“You fucking stole this thing!” Inuyasha’s eyes bugged out of his head, though as he saw Sesshomaru’s mouth crack ever so slightly into a smirk, he sighed and rolled his eyes.
“Oh fuck you, you stupid bastard.”
“It seems I am not the uptight one little brother, you need to relax, all that stress is going to kill you.” Sesshomaru prodded as he selected the destination he wanted on the car’s navigation, activating the guidance and relaxing back into the passenger seat.
“So, what’s all this business about anyway, and how on earth did I pass by beating a mid-life crisis? This does mean I passed, right?” Inuyasha asked as he guided the DBS off the highway, following the highlighted route on the screen as it directed him to make a left turn at the bottom of the ramp.
“We will talk about it in a minute, and yes you did pass. And you will soon see how beating the Corvette shows you have what I am looking for. For now, you just keep your eyes on the road.”
Inuyasha muttered under his breath at the other inu youkai, but followed the GPS’ guidance nonetheless, arriving at the bar Sesshomaru had selected in good time. It was a very nice place, quiet and clean, very high end wine, beer, and liquor on display behind the old, polished wood bar. Sesshomaru requested them a quiet little table in the back, away from the small number of other patrons and they ordered drinks.
“Let’s get down to business Inuyasha. First things first, what I intend to share with you, is between you and I, and you and I alone. Whether you accept my offer or not, you don’t say a word to anyone else about what we discuss, agreed?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“I’m serious about this hanyou. Now, the reason I’m here is that I’m a member of an exclusive little club that deals in competitive motorsport. We compete with some of the finest vehicles in the world, in some of the most exotic locations, and we wager some especially substantial amounts on the outcomes of our events.
And as I imagine you can figure out from your encounter with the Corvette, most of our races are not confined to tracks and drag strips, nor are our organization’s activities appreciated by law enforcement, to say the least.”
“You’re a street racer? You’ve got to be shitting me, you, cruising around at night dragging every stop light in sight. It’s like I don’t even know you aniki.”
“Funny hanyou, but my predicament is rather serious. You see, I had the misfortune of being involved in a particularly good accident a couple of months ago, during one of the club’s events. Another competitor collided with me, and sent me sliding into the barrier of a Los Angeles freeway. And for that matter, into a squad car that was sitting in a speed trap at the side of the freeway.
Now, I escaped any formal charges, but the authorities did try to press me for information, trying to get a handle on who’s responsible for our little meetings so to speak. The club has been kept a close secret, and from what I gathered they have no clue as to who’s involved, how it operates, or any of the goings on in our little group. Nor really, any idea of the scale of our club, only that there is something more than impromptu drag races happening on their streets.
While the police I have little worry of, they have no real reliable evidence to push me around with, I do have to worry about an important business merger I am working on. My corporation is looking to merge with, overtake truly, one of our biggest competitors and doing so will secure my corporation’s future for years to come.
Losing this deal would cost my company hundreds of millions in potential profit lost, it would be a massive blow and it simply cannot happen. While the business end of it is good, I fear nervousness on their part will drive them away if anything should appear to be less than on the level. The police knocking on my door with a search warrant for example, would be more than enough.”
“So why not just stop racing a while then?”
“That’s just the issue; I simply cannot justify the risk of participating in person, and risk meeting with law enforcement once more. The problem is, I have already entered into and wagered on a large number of races. The entrance fee, and any additional bet on top of it, is non-refundable. Were I to simply back out of the races, I would be forfeiting a ruinously large amount of money. Not that I cannot afford it, but I have too significant an amount of my net worth invested in the coming events, or test drives as we refer to them, not to participate.”
“Except you can’t because it’s too risky.”
“Precisely. As I imagine you may have gathered from all this, I can however have a driver in my place, participating at my cost, and utilizing my vehicles if I so choose.”
“And you thought of your little brother, how sweet.”
“Well, you’ve worked at a track long enough; a trick or two should’ve found its way through your thick skull by now. I know of a number of professional drivers I could employ to participate for me, but I would prefer not to consult an outsider for assistance, and so yes, I would like you to race for me in the next several months.”
“Alright, now, this is basically all going to be illegal-street racing in very loud, conspicuous, expensive, and unique vehicles that could be easily spotted by police, and during daylight hours to boot?”
“For the most part yes. We do have some events on actual tracks or off-road, and some at night, but yes most take place on the road, in broad daylight. Adds to the thrill and the difficulty.”
“Fair enough, what kind of competition is there?”
“Some of the best in the world. While we entertain some drivers with more money than talent, expect top notch drivers, most with first rate training, racing licenses, and of course some of the greatest vehicles in the world. And the determination to win that comes with betting great sums of money, jewelry, stocks, rare cars, art, etc. on yourself.”
“And you said this takes place over months, in multiple locations?”
“Indeed, you will be making full use of your passport, rest assured.”
“Well, it’s a lot to consider Sess. I mean, I’ll need to miss a lot of time at work, clear it with Kagome, and the potential to lose you a shit ton of money isn’t that appealing.”
“Like I said, I have others in mind, I offered this to you first because I would like you be my driver. If you cannot do so, I certainly cannot hold it against you. Though I can clear everything with your work, help with Kagome if need be, and I will make it worth your while. As for my money, it is essentially lost at this point, so every good performance on your part is essentially a win for me.”
“Alright, say I agree to it, what kind of compensation am I looking at exactly? I don’t want to wind up arrested or out of a job for peanuts, not that I don’t value helping my big brother.” Inuyasha smirked as he sipped at his beer.
“Oh have no fears about compensation otouto. First, as I said I’ll pay you double your year’s salary simply to participate in the first race for me, regardless of how long you stay on board or how well you do. When you are with me, you’ll essentially work an hour or two a week at most and spend the rest of your time in gorgeous locations around the world, in top notch accommodations, excellent food, drink, etc.
When you are working for me, you’ll be piloting some of the finest vehicles in the world, of all manner of origin and type. You’ll be racing against more of the same, and in some of the most exotic locations on earth. Think, racing a Pagani Zonda F through the winding, twisting roads around Monaco for example. Picturesque as it sounds, experiencing it is simply breath taking.
As for monetarily, you will be rewarded by performance. With few exceptions, our races pay to the top three. Fourth or worse and you will not receive monetary compensation, and I have lost the money wagered on the event. Third place refunds the entry fee, I will give you ten percent of the wager as payment for achieving it.
Second place receives a small purse over the entry fee, roughly a third or so of the pot in total. First place takes the lion’s share, generally at least half of the total wager, and any non-monetary prizes; jewelry, artwork, cars, etc. Any second or first place finishes, the money I’m in the black on I will split with you fifty –fifty. Any non-monetary items you win I will pay you half the value of, though for good performance I will occasionally gift you some of the spoils.”
“You said there were cars wagered, what if I win a race one has been bet on and want to keep it?”
“Well, the cars that come up are often very rare, valuable, collectible pieces. Some are especially rare or prized, at least to me, and I will be keeping them should you win. How about this, if you are doing well, and you win a car that does not have significant importance to me, you may have it as reward for your performance.”
“Alright, though I don’t want hear about how significantly important you find every slightly dented, used Chevy Malibu I win.”
“Worry not otouto. While the cars that come up are almost always extremely valuable, often they are cars I already own, or do not particularly care to fill my garage with. I do not mean significant importance to signal monetary value, only vehicles that I cannot otherwise obtain for my own collection.
Should a Shelby Daytona Coupe be wagered, do not expect to see it parked next to your S2000 any time soon. But a Veyron, or a Zonda F, or a 911 GT3 RS for example, vehicles I already own, you may have your pick.”
“In that case, I’ll do it. Though, has a 911 GT3 RS really come up as someone’s bet?”
“They have, in fact I used that as an example as a new GT3 RS 4.0 has been staked as part of one racer’s entry fee for the upcoming race.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me, I fucking adore that car.”
“Win next week and it’s yours otouto.”
“Hell yeah, fuck how am I going to explain this to Kagome?”
“Tell her you are going to be busy assisting me in some business ventures over the next few months. I will go with you to help smooth things over. Speaking of which, our flight is scheduled for tonight, so we best return to your apartment now, you need to pack.”
“Tonight, you’re not exactly one for a heads-up are you?”
“Hmm, time is of the essence hanyou, it is not exactly like you need to bring much. Your passport, a change of clothes till we can take you shopping, and whatever personal effects you require will do.”
“Alright then, I just hope Kagome takes this one in stride.”
~~~~~~Thirty Minutes Later~~~~~~
Kagome moaned lightly as her finger flicked over her clit, hand trailing down just slightly to thrust the blue vibrator in her just a bit deeper in. In her rear, a slender, vibrating plug was matching the toy in her core, the human arousing herself for her insatiable hanyou friend.
As she heard the key turn in the deadbolt, Kagome rolled from her back onto her hands and knees, nude on their couch, her round ass and naked sex parallel to the front door of their apartment. Arching her back slightly as the twin vibrations rolled through her, Kagome moaned lightly with arousal as the door opened.
Looking back over her shoulder, she gave the most lustful, sultry gaze at the male that stepped inside. Although, a look of shock and terror replaced it almost immediately when she realized it had not been a male that had entered, but two.
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