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Test Drive	By : kougaslover Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 31186 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Hello all, welcome to chapter thirty-four. I hope you all enjoy!.
Ariana7- Well thanks for the review but sorry, Kagome is not going anywhere; I'm not exactly going to completely backtrack my story because you don't like a character all that much.
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~~~~~~Test Drive~~~~~~
It was savagery that bellowed behind Inuyasha’s head as his right foot tried to join the floor pan. Seven liters of American V8 threatened the rear tires as he exploded out of turn eighteen of Tanaka’s racetrack, which was based off turn three of Mazda’s Laguna Seca racetrack. That meant he had a fairly straight shot uphill to a perfect replica of the California based track’s most infamous corner.
Behind the wheel of the ornery Ford, Inuyasha was just in bliss. The thing was a monster, loud, stiff, unrefined, and temperamental. The 427 V8 had power enough to overwhelm the bias-ply tires at any moment, in any of the car’s four forward gears.
“Come on damnit come on.”
Things were going quite well, save two small things. The first was a set of Ferrari taillights ahead of him, the second the corner they were approaching. It was Laguna Seca’s infamous Corkscrew, a complex and challenging corner that demanded the most of any driver. The corner had a sharp rise into a slight rise, where it made a blind crest at the top of the hill. Then, a short few feet led to a hard left, and immediately dropped into a hard right with an almost vertical drop into the right sweeper.
It was lap two of their three, and once again the Ferrari was drawing ahead as Inuyasha pushed the clutch in and started braking. Deep down, Inuyasha knew he could go a bit further, stay on the power later, brake later, and keep up with Tanaka. But he just, couldn’t will himself to do it.
“Damnit how the fuck is he that fast?”
Inuyasha dropped into second and let the clutch out as he laid heavy on the brakes, the big V8 burbling on the overrun as it slowed over the crest. Turning from the right edge into the apex of the left hand bend, Inuyasha aimed for an apex he couldn’t see and dropped into the corkscrew, feeling the GT40 shimmy around on the uneven surface.
He knew the car could go faster, it definitely could. But it was just too much a situation of mind over matter. Knowing that over the crest was an immediate hard stop and a harder corner; staying on the power to the blind crest and relying on the tarmac on the other side to slow down safely was just too much for Inuyasha to do without training.
As he throttled the car up through the right handed bend which melded into the right hand sweeper of the Monaco Grand Prix’s tunnel, minus the tunnel, Inuyasha unleashed the V8 and started to reign in the Italian. Inuyasha resigned himself to push harder for the final lap, he had to.
The sweeper ran into the Monaco GP’s chicane, minus the marina backdrop, and they were back on the starting straight, quickly crossing the line under a roar of two racing engines. If not for the chicane Inuyasha would likely have Tanaka’s number on every lap, the sweeper and straight combined were so long. But the corners kept him from fully unleashing the big power of the GT40 ala the Mulsanne Straight of the Le Mans course.
“Come on puppy, do keep up.”
Tanaka prodded himself along more than anyone else as they swallowed the straight section, returning to Silverstone’s Stowe corner. Braking hard he downshifted and heard the sweet Italian V12 crackle as he turned hard into the right hander.
It was a beautiful fight between them; the Ford had big power. In 66’, that big V8 in the Mk. II’s meant that the GT40 averaged huge speeds especially down the miles long Mulsanne Straight. The Ferrari was more agile but not quite as powerful, and in an endurance race had less factory backing. On his track though, they were on very even footing.
Tsukuba’s tight bends ripped by and then they were deep into the Nurburgring’s “Karussell” corner before powering into the tight chicane-like final corner of Japan’s Suzuka Circuit. Road Atlanta’s sweeping “Esses” into several corners of Japan’s Twin Ring Motegi course.
Powering down a short straight, they were back to the first of the two Laguna Seca corners once more. Inuyasha had drawn up on the bright red Ferrari in his red and gold GT40 as they made the right hand bend and started climbing once more.
Steeling himself, Inuyasha planted his right foot and kept behind the Ferrari. He had actually driven Laguna Seca before, on a road trip with Kagome they managed to get on for a track day. But that had been in her WRX, with all-wheel drive and awesome tires. The ornery, forty-seven year old Ford was nowhere near as grippy though, nor quite as capable as the Ferrari.
He tried hard, and pushed further, but Inuyasha had to reign it back in before Tanaka. He just couldn’t push it over the crest like Tanaka could, and so eased off and focused on a clean line through the Corkscrew. Managing to get into the apex of the right hand bend without dragging the right wheel through the sand, Inuyasha got on the power in second gear and chased down the P3/4.
Unleashing as much as he possibly could, Inuyasha ran out second and changed into third; evaporating the lead Tanaka had gained in the Corkscrew. He ran third towards the redline and then had to get hard on the heated brakes, pulling it down for the chicane.
Inuyasha wasn’t half a car length behind Tanaka as they navigated the quick left right of the chicane and put his foot down as they straightened for the final sprint. He stuck behind the P3/4 and let Tanaka break the air as he used the big-block Ford V8 for all it was worth.
“No, no, NO!!!”
Inuyasha was right on Tanaka’s ass, ready to go left and edge past him when the nose of the Ferrari crossed the start/finish line. Easing off the throttle Inuyasha slapped the wheel as the big V8 rumbled down and the GT40 slowed. Following Tanaka around the track on a cool down lap they wound through the corners and turned off after the last Motegi corner and rose up a winding little path towards Tanaka’s beautiful home.
Pulling to a stop outside a group of the numerous garage doors that occupied the side of the beautiful villa Tanaka and Inuyasha parked the two classic racers and let them idle and cool as they extracted themselves from the cramped interiors.
“Fuck me, one more lap and I’ve had you.”
“That, or you would have spun in the Karussell. Though, credit where credit is due you were getting some serious speed through there.”
“Yeah, not that it helped. You are so damn fast through the Corkscrew. I just can’t make myself push that hard over that crest, even though I know what’s on the other side.”
“Indeed, it takes a hell of a lot of practice to master. Especially with that GT40, that thing’s got the torque coming up hill, stopping it at the top that fast becomes a dicey proposition.”
“Tell me about it. Fuck, how the hell am I gonna tell Sesshomaru about this?”
“I’d suggest a phone, maybe e-mail but that seems a bit impersonal.”
Inuyasha just shot the dragon a dead-panned glare, resting his elbows on the hood of the Ford and rubbing his eyes in frustration.
“Fuck, no time like the present I suppose. Might as well just get it over with.”
“Well, I don’t really see how he can be that upset. I mean, other than it being a multi-million dollar, ultra-significant race car it’s sort of his fault. He did bet the car against mine, on my track. It’s not as if he was safe from me if he had driven instead of sending his beautiful doppelganger.”
“Fair enough, let’s just hope he sees things that way.”
Dialing Sesshomaru’s number, Inuyasha waited a few seconds and heard it begin to ring. As Tanaka walked over to his garage and punched in the passcode on the nearby reader, the hanyou partially hoped it would just go to voicemail. No such luck as his sibling picked up.
“Little brother, good morning to you.”
“Afternoon.”
“How has your day been going?”
“Not great, if I’m honest.”
“Do tell otouto.”
“Well ugh…I ugh…fuck it I lost to Tanaka.”
“Ah, so my GT40 is now his GT40.”
“Yeah.”
“Oh well, at least it’s just a replica, though don’t tell him that.”
“What?”
“I’m just kidding you little brother. No, that is very much a real Mk. II GT40. In fact, that is the third place finisher in the 1966 Le Mans.”
“Wait, what! I knew that fucking paintjob looked familiar. You didn’t fucking thing to alert me to that fact? I mean shit any of them is bad enough, but one of the fucking winning cars!”
“I did not want to unduly pressure you. Though, it is nothing too severe my little brother. I do own the first place finisher after all.”
“You own two of the three?”
“I owned two of the three, now I own one. Though, potentially the last one is to be the prize for this year’s championship.”
“I guess I’ll have to make sure Tanaka doesn’t get that one too.”
“Indeed, we will have to find the chance to win or buy this one back and perhaps you will be winning the second place car.”
“What, are you seriously telling me you’re trying to get the entire 1-2-3 finish?”
“I am, and I was two thirds of the way there.”
“Fucking really? I mean shit; any one of them is a huge fucking prize. But the entire podium from the 1966 Le Mans, that’s just insane.”
“The GT40 is my favorite vehicle.”
“Really, the GT40?”
“Is it so hard to believe? It is a monstrous vehicle, demanding and brutal, but beautiful and incredibly capable. I suppose it reminds me of you baby brother, though the GT40 is far better spoken.”
“Oh haha. Look ugh, Sess, I just, hope you aren’t too mad about all this.”
“Of course not baby brother, I did bet the vehicle against Tanaka’s Ferrari. It would not be a bet if there was not risk, and Tanaka is very much a risk. You will get your chance to reclaim the GT40, do not fret little brother.
Though, it should go without saying that you will be punished upon my return.”
“How…how so?”
“I figure it shall be a period of corrective actions for you. After all, you’ve been gallivanting around with those wolves, taking Ginta, letting Kouga inside you. You smacked up the Accent, and lost the race, and have now lost the GT40. Not to mention you will be lucky to get out of Tanaka’s home without having the dragon inside you.
Worry not little brother, I will deal out the appropriate discipline. You just enjoy yourself as much as possible until I return, as I will be straightening you out when that happens. I will talk to you Inuyasha.”
“Ye-Yeah. Talk to you soon Sess. Bye.”
“How did it go?” Tanaka questioned having pulled the P3/4 into the garage, walking to the driver’s seat of the Ford.
“Better than I thought actually. Seems I’m getting a stay of execution till he gets back from his business meetings.”
“Eh, I’m sure it won’t be that bad. Now, how about dinner?”
“Fuck it; don’t exactly have anything else to lose.”
“Other than millions of pounds more of Sesshomaru’s car collection.”
“You’re a charmer Tanaka, really.”
“So I’ve been told. I’m trying a new dish out tonight, it’s sort of a stew or soup like deal.”
“Sounds…different.”
“Hey, it should be good. It’s kind of a heavy red sauce I have reducing, with all kinds of seafood, some pork, chicken, peppers and plenty of herbs cooking down. Toss some tortellini in once it’s done and it should be pretty good.”
“Actually that doesn’t sound too bad.”
“But, seeing as that has a while to go, care to join me for a shower?” The dragon asked as he led the dog through his home to a spacious, open spa-like bathroom.
“Excuse me?”
“I was going to rinse off, those old race cars are almost always piping hot; thought you might like to join me.”
“Oh, what the hell, why not.” It was true Inuyasha was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, both from the car and nervousness from his phone call with Sesshomaru. So, outside the large shower area Inuyasha disrobed and set his clothes aside as Tanaka did the same.
Inuyasha followed the demon, admiring his rather muscular buttocks as the dragon led him into the large shower area. There, as Tanaka set the numerous jets up, Inuyasha got a look at a rather interesting sight. On one of the shower’s benches sat a thick, long dildo, a tube of lubricant next to it.
“Yours?”
“Oh yeah, I must have forgot to put it back.”
“Put it back where exactly?”
“Well, I suppose that depends puppy. Where do you think it should go?”
Inuyasha smiled at that, walking over to the thick dildo and letting a claw trail up the still slick toy. Looking up at Tanaka, the “puppy” grinned and motioned to the dragon standing before him.
“Why don’t you give it another ride?”
~~~~~~The Next Morning~~~~~~
Inuyasha slowly roused from his sleep, waking to find the other side of the bed unoccupied. Though, on his side the nightstand contained a glass of orange juice and a small plate with a couple of Italian cookies. Sitting up, he bit into one and chewed at it a minute before getting out of bed.
Slipping into his underwear and Tanaka’s borrowed T-shirt Inuyasha downed the orange juice as he walked out of the bedroom in search of said dragon. Walking towards the garage area he heard the sound of tinkering and continued onward, staggered at the sight he walked into.
He hadn’t realized when he had been led into Tanaka’s house that the entire left wing of sorts was a garage. Well, garage and collection space. But, the entire expanse of white marble floors, smooth metal accents, and glass walls and partitions was covered in two and four wheeled marvels.
The collection was a blend of cutting edge, modern supercars and race cars of all periods many of them vintage. Sitting by one particular example, in his underwear, was Tanaka who looked up at the approaching dog with a smile.
“Morning.”
“Morning. How’s it going.”
“Excellent, just fiddling with the injectors on this thing, been getting a misfire every so often.”
Tanaka had parts on a little wheeled cart, while the rest of the car sat stationary on the floor. And it was one hell of a car; more specifically it was a Lotus 72 Formula-One car, the proper black and gold John Player Special paint scheme.
“Holy shit, is that thing real?”
“Yeah, it was Emerson Fittipaldi’s 1972 car. Another car I stole out from under your brother, though this one was at auction admittedly.”
“Damn, that’s fucking nuts.”
“Yeah, it’s a beast. Hey, I didn’t get around to making coffee yet, would you mind?”
“Yes darling, right away darling.”
Inuyasha rolled his eyes and walked towards the kitchen. In the meantime, Tanaka finished his fiddling and reassembled the injector’s assembly. He’d already checked the timing, the plug wires, and he’d cleaned the spark plugs themselves. Tanaka was just finishing the top of the motor when Inuyasha returned with their coffee, handing him a cup.
“Oh that is good, thank you puppy.”
“What is with all of you and puppy?”
“If the shoe fits, as they say. Now, care to fire it up?”
“Me?”
“Yeah, I barely fit in there.”
“Whatever you say.”
Inuyasha slid himself, carefully, into the claustrophobic seat of the Lotus race car. Tanaka double checked everything and then Inuyasha hit the starter. It took a few turns and then the Cosworth built V8 fired to life. Barely restrained the small displacement monster roared in the garage space, Inuyasha blipping the throttle a couple of times.
“Here, give it a run.”
“What?”
“Yeah, car’s built to be run.”
Inuyasha nodded as Tanaka pressed the control for the closest garage door and it quietly slid up out of the way. Easing the clutch out Inuyasha rolled the Lotus from the garage and down a path that ran along the house down towards the track. As it warmed he pulled onto the track and slowly accelerated up the smooth asphalt ribbon.
Working the gearbox and gradually weaving the car back and forth across the track to heat the tires, Inuyasha warmed the Lotus as he approached the starting line of the track. As he approached the line in third Inuyasha downshifted into second and let the clutch out with a heavy dose of throttle.
“Oh yeah.”
The Cosworth V8 wound up towards its stratospheric ten thousand rpm as the Lotus screamed forward with a brutal shot of acceleration. Shifting into third the classic Formula One car screamed to the triple digits as it swallowed asphalt.
Slowing for the first bend Inuyasha got hard on the brakes and downshifted into second, the engine revving up as he turned into the right hander. At a relatively relaxed pace the car pitter pattered a little bit, the air not pushing the car down hard enough and the tires still somewhat cool at his lower speed.
Getting harder on the throttle he exited the corner and wound it up before shifting into third as he wound through the bends of Tsukuba circuit towards its hairpin. Getting hard on the brakes, downshifting more aggressively and turning in hard Inuyasha manhandled the Lotus and it responded with enthusiasm, ripping through the hairpin with a bit of manageable tail-happiness.
Inuyasha found himself lost in the old racer, simply loving the raw brutality of such a powerful yet incredibly light and comparatively simple car. It had no driver aids, none of the modern aerodynamics forged through countless hours in wind tunnels and CAD files, no semi-auto gearbox, and no superb tires with which to grip the road.
It was frightening, challenging, and utterly brilliant. And as Inuyasha drove past the point he’d started from things got even better. Behind him a bike pulled onto the track and lifted in a wheelie as Tanaka popped the clutch.
“Oh fuck yeah.”
The Ducati Streetfighter following him accelerated hard in pursuit as they ran through the corners towards the Corkscrew. Inuyasha backed it down a bit and turned in, Tanaka catching him and easing up as well, careful not to catch the sand trap on the right side with his bike. It was a nice matchup, the Lotus had a ridiculous power to weight ratio as did the Ducati, the Brit set with four wheels and a sleek body whilst the Ducati had the modern tires, suspension, and brakes of a proper sports bike.
“Come on dragon!”
The two danced for several laps before common sense finally won out and Inuyasha decided to ease off before the two wound up colliding and totaling an irreplaceable race car and a beautiful sports bike. And Tanaka for that matter.
Pulling up the garage Inuyasha slowed to a stop outside the garage, Tanaka pulling alongside on the black Ducati, its red and green accents glowing in the soft sun. As the dressed youkai got off his bike, Inuyasha realized with a blush that he was in the same cockpit Fittipaldi had sat in, and was in his shirt and underwear.
“It’s a good fit on you puppy.”
“Thanks, I guess we can say with certainty that the misfire is gone. Or at least, if winding it up to ten grand can’t get it to act up; I’d say it ain’t worth fretting over.”
“True; hey, would you like to take a little trip with me?”
“Where to?”
“Well I have a boat anchored on the coast; I was thinking of maybe heading for Nice. We have several days till the next test drive, plenty of time to drive to the coast, boat over to France, relax and while and come back.”
“You know what, fuck it, I’m in.”
“Excellent.”
~~~~~~A Short While Later~~~~~~
The two had packed what they needed, and had hit the local town for the food and drink required for their drive. As they finished packing Tanaka’s Maserati Granturismo convertible, Inuyasha heard an engine approaching and looked up to see that indeed a Ferrari California had arrived, the GT car a light blue with tan interior.
None other than Ginta and Hakkaku emerged from the convertible Ferrari as another vehicle pulled in behind their parked 2+2. A purple Lamborghini Murceilago LP670-4 SV rolled to a stop, Ayame doubtlessly. As the three ookami got out, another arrived in a Rolls Royce Phantom Coupe, the sapphire blue two door sporting dark tinted windows and polished aluminum on the hood.
“What’s all this?”
“Oh, I invited company.”
“Four wolves, some company you keep there Tanaka.”
“From what I’ve heard our company is shared, at least if what Ginta tells me is true.”
“Well they’re not really kept company, more uninvited guests that have a habit of getting me into bed.”
“Or the kitchen counter, or the shower, or the rug in front of the fire.” Kouga finished Inuyasha’s sentence for him, coming to stand with the two as Ginta and Hakkaku walked up to them, Ayame letting the car cool down for a second before shutting it off.
“Hey Inuyasha, Tanaka.” The two well restrained wolves greeted them, Ginta snuggling up to Inuyasha once again.
“Boys, nice to see you all again.”
“Ayame, you’re looking lovely today.” Tanaka spoke as she greeted the five males, sidling up to the dragon to gently cup at his groin as he complimented her.
“Why thank you Tanaka. Feels like things are hanging pretty well with you today.”
“Hey, you didn’t lewdly grope me when you walked up.” Kouga feigned a hurt expression, prompting Ayame to bat at his crotch, striking the hefty orbs hidden behind his jeans.
“I have to say, I like the Phantom Kouga, did you just get it?”
“Couple weeks ago.” The male ookami spoke as he dodged the female’s hand.
“Nice, I’m riding with you. I could use a little nap and that back seat seems comfortable.”
“Oh are you now, after trying to ball tap me?”
“I very much am.”
“Fine, so long as you strip down to your bra and panties.”
“You assume I’m wearing either?”
“Even better, stay naked back there. The windows are all tinted.”
Kouga grinned as Ayame simply started striping out of her clothes. Remembering the time she’d teased and edged him for their whole flight, Inuyasha intervened by helping the ookami get her back from the passenger seat of the Lambo. Putting the outfit she’d been wearing into the bag for her Inuyasha zipped it up, but when Ayame reached for it he pulled it away.
“Hold on now, you know we should really be packing light.”
“Oh is that so?” The now naked Ayame questioned with a grin.
“He’s right, no need for all this extra luggage.” Tanaka set the garage doors to close as he set the bag down, just inside the garage. Rolling her eyes, Ayame simply strutted towards Kouga’s two door Roller and got into the back seat, stretching out on the comfortable leather.
“So, you guys are following us?” Tanaka spoke as he twirled the keys to his Maserati in his hand. It was an interesting little group they had, that much was true.
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