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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 twenty of Test Drive. I have to say, I think this is a record for me. Twenty chapters and Inuyasha hasn't been bent over yet :P Sorry.
Thank you all for reading, and please review!
~~~~~~Test Drive~~~~~~
Inuyasha was nervous, if he was brutally honest. The on road bits were one thing, the roads tended to keep the max speeds down a bit. Traffic, blind corners, and potholes added up to a certain element of caution they exercised. On the track, that was gone, there was nothing stopping them from going flat out.
That had Inuyasha worried; on the track his opponents could truly go flat out. There was other traffic, the Nordschleife section was technically a legal toll road, but it was all other cars and drivers doing the same thing. Driving the ‘Ring, very fast.
Inuyasha had gotten a lot of practice in, both with the track and the car. But he was still newer to both than his competitors would be, the track was still a daunting mix of corners and high speed straights, of elevation changes and dips and crests and bumps. And the GT2 was still a hyper powered, unruly beast of a 911.
“Best of luck otouto, I’m confident you’ll try your best.” Sesshomaru’s voice came through Inuyasha’s cell phone as he sat waiting for his turn.
“Thanks for the support there big brother.” Inuyasha responded dryly before shutting the phone off, watching as the other cars went.
A GT3 RS and RS 4.0 of his vintage had already gone ahead, as had a Turbo X50, GT3 RS, and GT2 of the previous generation. Two more GT3’s were launched soon after, as was a current GT2, an old RUF model, and an early nineties GT2. Finally, a modern Turbo S model launched and a short while later Inuyasha was indicated and roared off in his GT2 RS.
On paper, he had the advantage; the GT2 RS was massively powerful and borrowed much of the GT3 RS’ suspension bits. It was also light, retaining the Turbo model’s twin turbocharged flat-six but removing it’s four wheel drive system to save weight. However, that massive power paired with two wheel drive made it a handful, especially on the occasional rough spots of the road.
But, as Inuyasha was waived forward he put all such thoughts out of his head. Dumping the clutch with some throttle he chirped the big rear tires and accelerated onto the road with a brutal burst of acceleration. Running up through the gears he used the GT2’s sheer power to weight ratio to draw in on the lap times the others would be setting.
He didn’t really know any of the other competitors, Ayame aside. He’d seen the purple coloration of the current generation GT2 that had gone ahead of him and as for the others he knew they’d be rough. There were mostly Germans for one thing, second probably only to the Finnish in terms of driving ability and Sesshomaru had told him about the skill of the group and their familiarity with the track, something he lacked.
Still he wasn’t holding back, attacking each corner with his usual ferocity, working the monster 911 for all it was worth. He was on the Nurburgring…in a freakishly fast 911…and he was getting paid to do it.
Life really was good.
Not perfect however. Minutes into the lap as he blasted by slower moving traffic, diving through the bends and slaughtering the straights, he approached the famous Karussell corner. It was arguably the most iconic corner, a left hand bend incorporating a concrete drainage berm sloping down into the corner. It originally been partially covered and originally drivers had gone around the top of it.
Gradually however, braver drivers began to use the concrete berm and its banking to their advantage, taking the corner at higher speeds than were possible otherwise. The concrete though, could be tricky, as could rolling into the berm from the track. Something Inuyasha experienced as he braked hard, downshifted, and got easy on the throttle as he turned in.
He turned in too aggressively and the car pitter pattered, the rear getting too light and the back coming round on him. Inuyasha caught it and throttled lightly, the rears smoking as he held it in a slide. The car stayed sideways through the berm, slid across the road onto the grass for a short ways, and finally he caught it again, getting back on the power as he smoked the damp grass from the otherwise sticky rubber.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Inuyasha got back at it, charging hard though a bit more reserved after being bitten by the GT2 RS. He dialed it back just a bit in the corners, charging hard though not quite pressing into uncharted territory given his lingering unfamiliarity with the track and the car. He used the straights and the car’s explosive power to cut his time down, swallowing up the miles as he returned to the starting point.
“Well that felt quick, more or less.” Inuyasha grumbled to himself as he pulled off into the pits. The group’s organizer had recorded the times and listed them, giving the driver’s their standings. Inuyasha had hoped for third, maybe second if he was lucky, which made it a bit of a disappointment when he’d turned out a solid eighth.
~~~~~~A Short While Later~~~~~~
“I must say otouto that was a bit more of a…reserved finish than I had hoped for.” Sesshomaru relaxed into his seat as he spoke, jabbing at his sibling’s performance, though at the least he’d brought the car back unscathed.
“Hey fuck it, I still managed to beat four other people. Not too bad considering I’m halfway round the world, in a car I’ve never driven before, on the Green Hell which everyone else has more experience on.”
“Actually, there was a tie for eleventh, two of the competitors failed to finish.”
“I thought I’d passed them on the track. Right there, I passed two tow trucks, making me slow down twice on my flying lap. You’ve just proved my point.”
“Whatever you say baby brother.” Sesshomaru responded lightly, sipping at his beer. He prodded his sibling, though really it was not an unexpected finish. Inuyasha had been facing a pack of very high finishers in the previous season, some of them with the highest podium to entry ratios in the club.
“Yeah, fuck off.” Inuyasha replied before taking a bite of his requisite wurst, the action arousing Sesshomaru more than he cared to admit.
As they ate at the small outdoor café, they both took note as a purple Pagani Huayra pulled to a stop outside the café, a certain red headed female wolf getting from the driver’s seat. Inuyasha watched her approach, admiring the ookami’s damn fine figure as she helped herself to a seat at their small table.
“Hello there Sesshomaru, Inuyasha.”
“Ayame, what brings you here on this fine day?” Sesshomaru inquired as he sipped at his beer, Inuyasha doing the same with his own.
“Well Sesshomaru, I came to see if Inuyasha here fancied a bit of a challenge seeing as he struck out today.”
“Wow, thanks for that.” Inuyasha commented as he took a bite of his sausage and roll.
“Didn’t mean to insult puppy, just figured you might like another shot at the ‘Ring.”
“I do not think that’ll be necessary, though thank you for the offer all the same.” Sesshomaru sarcastically replied as he gave Ayame a look. She too figured she could pull one over on his younger sibling, though she had the skill and the vehicles to possibly do so.
“Not so fast, what exactly are we talking about here? You and I, fastest lap wins?”
“Actually, I had something a bit different in mind. You versus the clock, one standing lap of the track; if you finish in less than ten minutes you win, a second over and I win.”
“In the GT2?”
“In a 1-series diesel.”
“Ten minutes in that little box?”
“Well, you did win that little event of ours. Though in the interest of fairness you can drive my 125d as opposed to the 116d’s we used in Morocco.”
That aided things a bit, swapping the 1.6 liter for a 2.5 definitely helped to overcome the major issue of the 116d. Power was up over a hundred horsepower and well over a hundred foot pounds of torque, meaning the car’s chassis and rear wheel drive might actually be utilized to a fuller extent.
“Ten minutes, in a 125d. Any other conditions?”
“Nope, just that you have one standing lap, no exceptions.”
“Alright, what’s the wager?”
“Well, I’m holding onto my prize money, but I’ll stake my points for victory in this race.”
“And if I lose?”
“Sesshomaru, you still have that 935 racer don’t you?” Ayame was referring to a classic Porsche race car, a 935/78, he’d won at auction over her. The car was rough, but restorable, and a piece of Porsche racing history.
“Indeed I do, in restoration as we speak. Though if you want my 935, you will need to wager something more substantial than a meager ten points.”
“Name it.”
“Your RX-7.”
“My FD RX-7?”
“That would be the one.”
“Sesshomaru sweety, you wound me, trying to take my baby from me.”
“I’ll wager the 935 and its restoration costs against your RX-7, and the points of course.”
“Deal.”
“Provided my little brother is okay with the deal.”
“Think I’m gonna say no?”
~~~~~~A Short While Later~~~~~~
“Lose your pants for a moment Inuyasha.”
“Can’t keep your hands off me aniki?”
“I can’t keep your hands off you. Not yet anyway.” Sesshomaru produced a small package as Inuyasha dropped trough in their room. It was a small, silicone chastity device in Sesshomaru’s hands which he deftly began to maneuver his sibling’s endowment into.
“What are you doing?”
“You are headed for Tokyo after this race, but I am going to be stuck in Germany for several days with meetings. You can use the time to relax, see the city, get the lay of the land. But you are not going to be getting yourself into any trouble while we are apart.”
Inuyasha’s protests were in vain as the silicone cage was fastened around his penis and a plastic one use lock was threaded through the locking post. The little plastic lock was tagged with a unique serial number and once locked, which Sesshomaru did with a small snick, could only be removed by breaking the plastic.
“There we are, that should keep you on your best behavior little brother.” Sesshomaru played it cool though he could feel his member throbbing at the sight of its brother snuggly confined within the small device.
“Sess, take it off.”
“I will, once I am in Tokyo with you.”
“I mean now. Take it off or I will.”
“Go ahead Inuyasha, take it off.” Sesshomaru stared his brother down, just begging him to. He had metal devices, with steel locks. The silicone and plastic would slip through security, though Sesshomaru had no qualms with earning his baby brother a strip search or two at the metal detector.
~~~~~~Three Hours Later~~~~~~
Inuyasha came out of the Karussell in low gear, foot hard on the throttle as he straightened the 1-series out. It was a much more successful attempt than his previous outing in the GT2, though admittedly he was down literally hundreds of horsepower and in a heavier vehicle. Still, it was better than the 116d possessing more torque and a broader power range that was letting him work the admittedly good rear drive chassis.
Corner after corner was felled by the hanyou and his borrowed, and purple, hatchback as he ran the clock up. Seven, eight, and nine minutes passed by and as his last precious few seconds ticked by he was hard on the throttle. The last few corners were tackled and he was over the line he’d started from, returning the worn and wearied 125d back to the pits where Ayame was waiting.
“So, how’d I do?” Ayame was wearing a smirk that just told Inuyasha he’d lost. Gritting his teeth slightly, he tried to envision how he was going to tell Sesshomaru.
“Take care of my little rotary, I’d like to win it back still in one piece.” She tossed him the timer, nine minutes and fifty seven seconds displayed.
“I’ll try and look after it.”
“I’ll see you around, Inuyasha.” The way his name rolled off her tongue totally didn’t harden his cock, not at all whatsoever. It was with complete disinterest he watched her slip behind the wheel of her 1-series and drive off, headed back for her own garage or wherever it was she kept the little diesel hatch.
Walking back to where he’d parked the car Sesshomaru had given him, Inuyasha produced the keys to the dark blue Bentley and unlocked the doors. Getting into the Continental Flying Spur, he turned the big W12 engine over and called his sibling.
“Otouto, am I financing someone else’s nearly irreplaceable Porsche race car or are you ten points further into the black?”
“Well, you’re now the proud owner of a fifteen or so year old Mazda, congratulations.”
“Indeed, to your benefit. Ayame’s RX-7 is frankly almost perfect, every modification thought and planned out to the nth degree and paired together flawlessly. It’s incredibly fast, extremely agile; it will be a very good vehicle to have in Tokyo.”
“Nice, my cock would be good to have in Tokyo too, just saying.”
“Enjoy yourself Inuyasha, I’ll talk to you in a few days.”
Inuyasha hung up the phone and slid the gear lever into drive. Pulling off in the dark blue sedan, Inuyasha couldn’t help but grin as he guided it towards and onto the Autobahn. Not all of it was unlimited; the more urban bits were limited to more reasonable speeds. A good chunk of his route however, wasn’t, and there he got to let the lead out.
The big Bentley hurdled along, its immense weight and swaths of luxury belying the immense speed the twin turbocharged four wheel drive sedan could achieve. Inuyasha made good time, working the German built Brit on the open sections as he relaxed into the oh so comfortable leather seat. Soon enough he found the sat nav guiding him into the Frankfurt airport, where he handed it over to Sesshomaru’s driver.
He got through security, made his way to the bar and got himself a beer. A bite to eat and a series of beers later and he was boarding the jet, making his way to the first class seat Sesshomaru had reserved him. Another beer followed and he sank into the comfortable seat, enjoying the luxurious accommodations as he settled in for the very long fight to come.
Now if only he could have a wank…
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