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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 twenty seven of Test Drive. Hope you all enjoy.
dark-huntressmoony- Glad you're enjoying it, thanks for the review!
Elisa- Glad you like it. I do feel that in different circumstances the two would definitely get along. They'd butt heads because, well their just Sesshomaru and Inuyasha, but they would get along, at least in my opinion. Thanks for the review!
SplendentGoddess- Indeed, Inuyasha will be able to have his Kagome and eat her too. Oh wait, I think that came out wrong :P Thanks for the review!
Thank you all for reading, and please review!
~~~~~~Test Drive~~~~~~
Soon after his phone conversation with Kagome Inuyasha was greeted with Sesshomaru’s return, the full inu striding back into the beautiful flat. Coming over to his hanyou, Sesshomaru wrapped his arms round the pup and pulled him into a kiss, claiming his little brother for his own once more.
“I missed you little brother.”
“Yeah, you’re absence wasn’t entirely a positive thing I guess.” Inuyasha teased as he felt one of Sesshomaru’s hands stray down to cup him through the front of his shorts.
“I brought you a little gift Inuyasha. Why don’t you get changed and we can go out and get a bite to eat?”
“Eh, why not?”
Inuyasha got changed, thankfully without any wardrobe ‘additions’ courtesy of Sesshomaru and the two took the elevator down to the front doors of the dog’s Paris apartment. There, parked out front was a new Renault hatchback; specifically the hot Megane RS 265.
The gorgeous little hot hatch was bright red with black bumper and wheels. It had all of Renault’s excellent chassis work mated to a stout two hundred and sixty five horse turbo four cylinder and six speed manual. And it was quite red, as Inuyasha joyfully noticed.
“I hope you like it little brother.”
“You seriously got me this?”
“Of course. I figured it would be a perfect car for the city, you really do not want anything larger in Paris and the Megane is definitely the best handler of the current crop of hot hatchbacks. I hope you like the color, I know you like red after all.”
“It’s, awesome Sess. Thank you.”
Inuyasha couldn’t help himself but blush a bit at the gesture. It was one thing when he was getting compensated or gifted things racing for Sesshomaru; he was protecting millions of the dog demon’s dollars after all. But buying him a new car just because, that was another matter.
“Now, why don’t we go get ourselves a drink? There’s a great spot on the river just a few miles from here.”
“Hell yeah.” Inuyasha got in the driver’s seat as Sesshomaru slid into the passenger’s. Pulling away, he couldn’t help but come to love the Renault really quickly. It was lively and way chuckable; it just dove for the corners. Which was good because the Parisian traffic was psychotic, an exercise in collision avoidance and emergency maneuvers.
Right up Inuyasha’s alley really.
~~~~~~Two Days Later~~~~~~
Inuyasha pulled into Sesshomaru’s small garage just outside Paris, opening the garage door as he bit back a yawn. Getting back in the Renault, he pulled it in, having survived the crazy Paris traffic without injury to the pretty hatchback. Parking it he got out and surveyed the rest of the small warehouse type building’s contents.
And did it have some contents; a black Rolls-Royce Silver Cloud III Drophead, a Mercedes 220 S Cabriolet, as well as a Jaguar E-type V12 Coupe were present. A white Renault 5 Turbo was in one corner of the garage, as was its contemporary successor the Renault Clio V6. An Alpine A110 gleamed under the track lighting, as did a Venturi Atlantique, a sadly under-appreciated French supercar.
A Fiat 8V Zagato beckoned to Inuyasha, as did an early Alfa Spyder. A Peugeot 404 Super Luxe Coupe gleamed in a warm gray, the French grand tourer inviting him to slip behind the wheel. Additionally there was a pretty little Simca Week-End convertible, the cute little French rag-top an interesting choice.
“Hmm, what to pick, what to pick.”
There were a lot of nice choices, though he did have to be careful. He had roughly a nine hour drive ahead of him, best to consider the options. Something too hardcore, like either Renault hatchback, would grow wearisome. The more relaxed cars might grow a bit dull after that long.
Surveying the mostly French group of classics, Inuyasha ultimately found himself stuck between a Brit and an Italian. The Rolls would be the most comfortable and relaxed, the Fiat would be more exciting. He did like the Silver Cloud, but nine hours with the wrong number of pedals just didn’t sound right and so the beautiful 8V Zagato was the winner.
Firing the sweet little two-liter V8 to life, Inuyasha gently rolled the clutch in first gear and eased the dark blue Zagato coachwork out of the garage and into the sunlight. Putting it in neutral and applying the handbrake he got out and closed the garage up while the Fiat warmed.
Getting back in, he stirred the shifter back into first and dropped the handbrake. Pulling out onto the road Inuyasha let the hundred and five horsepower engine rev just a bit before shifting the four-speed manual into second. Leaning on it he heard the Italian V8 rumble as he gained speed in the gorgeous sports car.
Suddenly being woken up at six in the morning with an overly large dog cock inside him didn’t brother Inuyasha so much.
~~~~~~Nine Hours Later~~~~~~
It was a man in love that arrived in Modena, Italy. Following the directions Sesshomaru’s GPS had given Inuyasha had spent the last nine hours behind the wheel of the sweet Fiat 8V as he tooled towards Modena.
As it turned out, Modena housed one of Sesshomaru’s truly exceptional homes. Turning off the winding road located just outside the urban area, Inuyasha pulled up a long, flat drive to see a beautiful, modern home with an attached garage complex practically as big the house, truly a small mansion, itself.
He’d been given an opener and with a touch of a button one of the three wide bay doors slid open for him. Pulling the Fiat in, he applied the handbrake and got out, letting the little eight cylinder run a few minutes to wind itself down after so many hours running.
And after taking one look round the massive, open, airy garage space; Inuyasha had to support himself on the Zagato sculpted roof.
It was just…just…incredible. Modena was truly one of the holy lands for the car enthusiast. The beautiful Italian countryside with its winding roads was the fertile breeding ground for some of the greatest cars in the world.
Ferrari, Maserati by way of Ferrari ownership, Lamborghini, and Pagani all called Modena home. The cars were designed there, the people behind them lived there, and the cars were run through the winding country roads there. And Sesshomaru’s Italian garage showed it.
It was entirely made up of the four brands; his garage in France had featured a majority of French cars, this one was entirely Italian. And it was one hell of a collection, more of a museum honestly. Practically every great Ferrari, Lamborghini, Maserati, and Pagani was on display and ready to be driven.
“Holy fuck this is just…insane.”
Inuyasha shut the 8V off and got his bags out of the back. Crossing the white marble floor of the garage he entered into the house itself, stomach grumbling after his hours behind the wheel. Setting his bags down he walked towards the kitchen to see what if anything was in it and was graced with an interesting sight.
It turns out there was something in his kitchen, and it was a practically naked wolf demon. Dressed only in an apron and making a pot of sauce. And the gravy smelled pretty damn good too.
“Ugh, hi Kouga.”
“Puppy, you finally made it. How was your drive?”
“It was great actually, thanks. I got to drive a Fiat 8V for the first time, and that was pretty damn good.”
“Oh, what coachbuilder was it?”
“Zagato.”
“Very nice, those are just gorgeous. And that little V8 is a gem.”
“Indeed they are. So, what brings you to Sesshomaru’s house, and why are you naked and making me dinner?”
“Well, I’m here and cooking because I wanted to make you dinner. And I’m naked cause, well, might as well streamline things for later.”
“You need to be naked to drive home alone and jerk off?”
“No, but being naked will help when I take you up on Sesshomaru’s bed and fill that sweet little ass of yours.”
“Oh you are now are you?” Inuyasha commented as he was handed a glass of wine by the ookami before he stirred the pot of sauce, getting some water boiling as well.
“You know it little puppy. Come on, you know you want this big wolf dick. No need to deny yourself pup.”
“Right, cause I’m just gonna go insane if I don’t have some sweaty ookami furiously humping away at me for all of thirty seconds.”
“You wound me pup.”
Kouga feigned a hurt look as Inuyasha took a sip of his wine. Gathering up his bags he took them into the master bedroom and set them down, deciding to screw around with the ookami. Stripping himself bare, Inuyasha slid the drawers under the mattress out and found a collection of toys as expected.
Producing a modest butt-plug, the hanyou slicked it and introduced it to his rear, sliding the rubber toy into himself until his body was clenched round it. Returning to the wolf naked and plugged got the reaction Inuyasha was looking forward and he was soon gifted with the sight of a tent forming in the front of the apron tied round Kouga’s waist.
“Like what you see there ookami.”
“Oh I do pup, I really do.”
“Good, I’m sure you’re always in search of new material to jack it to.”
“While I’ll make sure to enjoy the visual another time, tonight I’m having the real thing.”
“Are you now?”
“Come on pup, are you really gonna tell me you don’t want this big wolf cock inside you?”
“I could take it or leave it.”
“Oh you’ll take it and you’ll be begging me to never leave again. Now sit that cute, plugged ass of yours down, dinner’s almost ready.”
Kouga cracked another bottle of phenomenal cabernet Sesshomaru had aging in the wine cellar and let it breathe as he strained their pasta out. He plated the pasta up, lathered it in his homemade red sauce, and pulled the garlic bread he’d prepared from the oven to throw it in a bread basket.
Inuyasha sat down at the table as Kouga brought their plates to the table, setting them down. A basket of fresh prepared garlic bread and their bottle of wine followed and the ookami lost his apron before sitting down with the hanyou.
“Wow, this is actually a very good sauce.”
“Of course it is, I do know how to cook little pup.”
“So, what is it you do anyway? For a job I mean, if you actually have an occupation other than being a hapless pervert.”
“Well, aside from being a hapless pervert and a hopeless playboy, I am on the board of directors for my father’s corporation. My father died years ago, and my mother has little active interest in the day to day operations as do I. We both have seats on the board and plenty of stock but luckily we’ve got a good group running the day to day operation.
Mostly I handle the quarterly meetings, keep a handle on where things are headed with the corporation. And I do head up the occasional special project; moving into new markets, the odd merger, that sort of thing. But I suppose racing is my primary occupation, so long as you and Sesshomaru aren’t around I tend to keep my car habits in the black, or at least not too deeply in the red.”
“Which begs the question of why you’re here now, wouldn’t want the trust fund to run out would we ookami?”
“Well I don’t mean this in a negative way little puppy, but over the next week or two you’re the least of my worries.”
“Oh really now?”
“Oh yeah. The group of competitors here are exceptional, and many of the drivers you’ve met are in their element here, in serious supercars, in Italy.”
“Really, like who?”
“Well Ling is exceptional in these parts, and great behind the wheel of a supercar. There are several more local drivers that know these areas much better than most, Sango and Miroku will likely be here and they both are excellent drivers. The biggest threat though, without a doubt, is Tanaka.”
“The dragon?”
“Oh yes, to be honest with you I consider two drivers in this club to be overall as good as or better than myself.”
“Very modest of you.” Inuyasha interrupted before shoveling another mouthful of linguine into his face.
“I’m only an ego maniac if I’m incorrect. As I was saying, there are two; one of them is Sesshomaru, the other is Tanaka. Sesshomaru’s skill set definitely seems to favor the older cars; I guess it’s just flat out ballsiness on his part but he just gets grip from bias-ply tires and live rear axles that no one else can.
Tanaka though is all supercars. I guess he’s just got a brilliant touch for feeling out the limits of supercars, and with more modern examples he can really push them hard and keep them right on the limit. Around here, he’s gonna be one serious pain in the ass, and unfortunately in all likelihood we’ll both be seeing his taillights far too often.”
“We’ll see about that.”
~~~~~~A Short While Later~~~~~~
Inuyasha moaned as Kouga’s hand stroked his length, their lips entwined as they lay on a soft rug in front of the fire in Sesshomaru’s parlor. The hanyou was on his back, Kouga above him claiming Inuyasha’s lips for his own.
“Oh little puppy, you are so beautiful.”
“Ya, ya, don’t get all sappy there wolf.” Inuyasha ground out as his length was stroked by the wolf demon.
“Would you rather we just mounted pup?”
“If it’ll keep that mouth of yours busy in a non-verbal way…”
“Roll over then puppy.”
Inuyasha complied and his plug was gently eased out and set aside. Kouga fumbled for the lube he’d set aside when suddenly the doorbell chimed and interrupted them. Growling lightly from his placing over the hanyou, Kouga set the lube down and got up to go answer it.
“Should you have some clothes on to answer Sesshomaru’s door? And maybe lose the erection?”
“Waste of time.”
Kouga made his way to the door and opened the front door with a huff, though was pleased when he saw who was on the other side. Welcoming the two on the other side of the door, Kouga brought them in and promptly cracked another bottle of wine.
“Pasta’s on the stove if you two are hungry. And if you’re hungry in that way, our sweet little pup is in here.”
“Hell yeah.”
In the living room slash parlor, Inuyasha sat by the fire, brow furrowed as Kouga returned. With two other ookami in tow.
“Look who dropped in.”
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