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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 42 of Test Drive, I hope you all enjoy it. Hopefully the next one won't be so long in coming.
Kit-kit- Pure thoughts indeed hehe. Thanks for the review!
SplendentGoddess- Yes, Sesshomaru is so very much the evil puppet master, playing his partners off against each other so perfectly. And definitely, Inuyasha loves how dominant and wicked his sibling is, almost as much as he loves to grumble about how dominant and wicked his sibling is:P Glad you enjoyed, thanks for the review!
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~~~~~~Test Drive~~~~~~
Sesshomaru was growing restless.
He didn’t have his hanyou sibling to molest, business was keeping him in his hotel rather than on a beach, and he hadn’t taken a test drive in months, for that matter he hadn’t properly driven a car in months. Deciding to scratch the urge at least somewhat, Sesshomaru departed his suite and made the relatively short walk through downtown Brussels towards a small underground car park.
While he didn’t yet own a home in the historical city, he did have an eye kept on several potentially promising pieces of real estate in Belgium’s, and for that matter the European Union’s, capital city. And for that reason, he’d made sure to find a space where he could keep a couple of cars.
Going to the small underground car park he descended to the lower floor and strode over to a small fenced in area, unlocking the gate and sliding it out of the way. Inside, a Ferrari F430 Spider, Bentley Continental T Mulliner, and Mercedes-Benz CLK AMG Black series sat awaiting him. As he had their upkeep paid for, it was simply a matter of sliding behind the wheel, grabbing the keys from the center console, and firing his choice to life.
Depressing the starter of the Merc, he heard it tick a few times before the 6.2 liter V8 fired to life. As it warmed he slotted the flared, winged, big wheel having coupe into drive, released the handbrake and rolled it out of its shared enclosure.
Locking up behind himself, Sesshomaru got back in the aggressive version of the aggressive version of Mercedes’ attractive two door and drove up and out of the car park, swinging onto the road as he kept the low chin from scraping against Belgium’s city streets.
Windows rolled down, Sesshomaru was treated to a veritable symphony as the high strung V8 echoed off the nearby buildings as he drove past. It was late, there were few people around, and it was with a relaxed but quick pace that the demon found himself on one of the city’s main roads as it dipped down into a subterranean tunnel.
There, as the traffic ahead thinned Sesshomaru pulled on one of the wheel mounted paddles and sent the seven speed automatic down a gear, the V8 snarling as it gained revs under the down change and the dog’s right foot nearing the carpet. The hefty but very powerful coupe snarled and surged forward as a concert of burnt hydrocarbons was played out inside the tunnel.
Roaring out of the tunnel he eased off the power, slowing the big beast before he could attract any legal attention. Holding things steady Sesshomaru steered the Benz out of the city towards a quieter stretch of road where he could work the AMG a bit.
And did he ever.
Reminded of just how much he loved driving and for that matter just how much he loved the Black Series; Sesshomaru devoured a small run of back road, pitting the very stiff suspension, very clever rear differential, and very big brakes against the very, very big engine.
It was addictive truly; the feeling of taming such a powerful beast. The adrenalin of the speed, the g forces as the car loaded up in the bends, all paired with the symphony of thousands of contained explosions and some tortured tires. Straddling the edge without falling over yet continually trying to push a bit harder, hone the razor’s edge just a bit sharper. Sesshomaru truly was a car fanatic, though no one could deny he was a talented one as he slid the Merc through a tight bend at ludicrous speed, tail wagging and tires smoking as he held it in a perfect slide.
Eventually, he headed back for the car park; backing the AMG into its spot amongst the Brit and the Italian and letting it hiss and tick itself cool as he closed the gate once more. Walking back to his hotel, the demon smiled ever so discretely to himself, restless no longer.
~~~~~~A Few Days Later~~~~~~
Inuyasha had busied himself with the garage of Sesshomaru’s sprawling Sonoma based home. Well, home really wasn’t the word for the property he had tucked into beautiful California landscape. No, it was more a fucking staggeringly huge estate in Inuyasha’s expert opinion, acreage upon acreage with a flat out mansion, gargantuan finished garage space, pools plural, tennis courts, and all the luxury appointments befitting his ever elegant sibling.
Inside the gargantuan garage, there was the fitting assortment of invitingly attractive sheet metal this one too coordinated to the country it resided in. Whilst all the latest and greatest sports and supercars were represented the collection had a decidedly American theme; with a group of the rarest, most powerful, most radical, most desirable cars to emerge from the colonies together under one roof.
Such as the 1962 Oldsmobile F-85 Turbo Jetfire Inuyasha was currently beneath the hood of. Sold only for two years, the Jetfire was a special variant of the Cutlass trim, which would go on to designate all the later midsize Oldsmobile’s, one that packed GM’s then revolutionary 215 small-block aluminum V8. And not just the small block, but a turbocharger to boot.
“Come on baby, just a bit more and you got it.”
Inuyasha murmured to the car as he played with its single barrel carb, trying to get it to settle into a nice, smooth, powerful idle. It was on a list he’d found, one Sesshomaru had no doubt left for himself, tuning the otherwise perfectly restored Olds into proper running order. It was really routine maintenance, the early turbo engine was powerful but needy, needy enough that it sadly lasted only two years before being discontinued.
With a few minutes though, he had it set just right, the small-block running nice and smooth. The reservoir of water/methanol mix meant to cool the engine and keep knock from occurring was full, and so Inuyasha made to slip behind the wheel and take the Olds for a quick spin.
Until he shut the hood to see a certain youkai entering the garage.
“Sesshomaru?”
“Inuyasha.”
“You’re back.”
“I am.” The older dog spoke as he strode towards his younger sibling.
“How, how’d your meetings go?”
“Very well, some important details were ironed out, strides made. It will be a while before the next round of real negotiations begins, so I have some relatively free time to enjoy with you otouto. I see you’ve been busy in my absence.”
“Oh, yeah, I saw the list sitting on the workbench over there, didn’t really have a whole lot else to do with my time so…”
“It is most appreciated little brother.” Sesshomaru spoke as he stepped close to his sibling wrapping his arms round the shorter inu.
“Sess.”
The two embraced, properly glad to be reunited once again. They kissed a moment before Sesshomaru pulled back ever so slightly to gaze at his mate to be. Eyes diverting to the nearby notepad he’d written his to do list down on, the dog was pleasantly surprised to see everything present crossed off.
“You took care of the entire list?”
“Oh yeah, yeah I was just finishing up with this.”
“You even got the Superbird tuned properly?”
“Yeah, I wound up pulling the carbs off and playing with them but I got it running right.”
“Well done, that’s been a pain for some time. Such good behavior deserves reward otouto.” Sesshomaru spoke as he leaned down to kiss and suck at Inuyasha’s neck, the younger inu’s arms wrapping round the older dog’s neck.
“Oh fuck, aniki.”
“Have you been getting hard in that cage otouto?”
“I’ve been tryin not to.”
“Those teeth hurt do they not?”
“Fuck yeah they do.”
“Then perhaps we should free you, you’ve been so very good these past days.”
Sesshomaru unbuckled Inuyasha’s jeans and slid them and his underwear down, exposing the hanyou’s caged member to him. Checking that it was indeed still locked where it ought to be, Sesshomaru produced the key from his pocked and slotted it into the lock. With a half turn the spikes retracted, the rest of the movement releasing the lock and letting the cage and back ring separate once more.
“Oh, fuck.”
It felt so good having Sesshomaru’s hands down there as the cage slid away from his body, freeing his trapped organ after so long confined. Sesshomaru’s deft hands freed him of the backing ring as well and Inuyasha was truly unfettered once more.
“I must say, I got a look at that Ferrari you procured for me, very well done otouto.”
“Thought you’d like it.”
“Indeed, though I would hope so given how much you paid.”
“Hey, it was a rare coachbuilder and a perfect restoration, these things cost money.”
“Touché little brother. Now, about your finder’s fee…” Sesshomaru spoke as he stroked his sibling’s suddenly very eager length.
A few quick strokes to get his sibling erect, and Sesshomaru was busying himself getting him free of his jeans. Kicking them all the way off, Inuyasha found himself supported by Sesshomaru, wrapping his arms round the older dog’s neck as his legs wrapped the full inu’s waist.
Sesshomaru made quick work of carrying him upstairs, depositing him on the sheets of the master bedroom. With deft hands, the youkai made his sibling naked and found lubricant in his nightstand, slicking several fingers before spreading the hanyou’s toned legs.
Inuyasha’s ass had barely hit the comfortable mattress beneath him when he bit back a gasp as fingers were inside him, his brother’s lubricant coated digits quickly sinking in and stretching him open. As he slicked his brother’s passage Sesshomaru made quick work of adding a third finger to the mix, using them to dilate the tight warm hanyou rear beneath him.
“Oh fuck me.”
Inuyasha ground out, though even that was quickly corrupted into a moan as his brother’s fingers found his prostate. Working his otouto’s passage ever so deftly, Sesshomaru got the boy prepared for his length before undressing himself and slicking his eager erection.
Lubricated and nude, the older dog straddled his younger sibling’s body as his thick and eager length was pressed against the other’s tight, hot little entrance. Inuyasha moaned as Sesshomaru gently though insistently pressed into him, spreading him ever so wide to accept his brother.
It had been a while since he’d had the elder inu inside him, and Inuyasha was feeling it as he was dilated to accept the dog’s oversized endowment. As his brother sank into him, Inuyasha felt the sting of pain from accepting him after having gone empty so long, but quickly felt that delightful pressure against his insides as his mate to be settled within him once more.
“You are criminally tight Inuyasha, truly.”
“Stupid overgrown bastard.”
“How perfectly your little rear grips me brother. It’s like you were made to take this cock.”
Inuyasha whimpered at that, and the thrust right into his prostate from Sesshomaru. Beneath the stronger inu Inuyasha wrapped his arms round his sibling as the older demon pulled back only to thrust in once more. It felt so good to be properly taken once more, to be filled once more, completed after so long apart.
As the two slaked their lust with each other, Inuyasha slowly came to a realization. As they hungrily attacked each other’s bodies; arms, teeth, and lips colliding in their coupling the hanyou came to a realization. They weren’t simply fucking, they were making love. Truly, they were two mates reuniting, both painfully glad to be in the presence of the other once more.
It was a realization that both thrilled Inuyasha and scared him half to death.
~~~~~~A Good Long While Later~~~~~~
Sesshomaru laid on his side in the oh so comfortable master bed of his California home, idly playing with Inuyasha as the hanyou slept. Gently rubbing his brother’s jaw line, the older demon enjoyed the other’s magnificence. Such smooth skin, pretty silver-white hair, those exceptional ears, Inuyasha was truly a thing of incredible beauty.
A thing of beauty which had napped long enough in Sesshomaru’s opinion. Sexual desires momentarily sated, the older demon desired some time with his waking mate to be. Hand straying up to rub at Inuyasha’s ear, Sesshomaru resisted laughing as the pup nearly purred for him.
“Wake up little brother.”
“Mmm, no.”
“Come little pup, your alpha desires something to eat.”
“Cock’s right here.”
“Always the clever one aren’t you. Now, up hanyou, let us take a ride into town.”
“You’re not just gonna let me sleep are you?”
“While your contended sleep flatters me otouto, no, I am not.”
“Fine.”
Sesshomaru responded merely with a kiss, softly claiming his brother’s lips with his own as the half-demon’s arm wound itself around his back.
“Don’t read too much into it, but I missed you.”
“I missed you too little brother, dearly.”
Sesshomaru leaned in to kiss his sibling once more before pulling back, sliding out of bed to head for a quick shower. Joined by his hanyou brother, the two managed to actually get clean without getting too dirty, and soon enough the two were dressed and in the garage, looking over the choices before them.
“Ah, that will do.”
“Oh, really. Yeah, that just, that just really figures.”
Sesshomaru simply shot his sibling a dirty look as he retrieved the keys for, and fired to life, his lightly modified 1967 Ford Mustang Shelby GT500 convertible. The modifications being (a few light touches under hood notwithstanding) a full roll cage, cage mounted light rack, beefy off-road tires, and Baja style spare on the trunk lid. In short, the dark green Mustang was essentially the car featured in the Thomas Crown Affair.
A millionaire art thief’s Mustang for a billionaire street racer, how fitting.
Dropping himself over the door and into the passenger seat via the entirely absent roof, Inuyasha made himself comfortable as Sesshomaru fired the big V8 to life and slotted the Stang into first gear. Pulling out of the garage, down the long driveway and to the street, Sesshomaru cut the wheel, revved the big V8 and dumped the clutch.
“Oh how reckless of you Sesshomaru.”
Inuyasha complimented as his older brother turned the rear tires to smoke and noise, catching the car’s power slide and straightening it out as he shifted up into second. Sesshomaru made quick work of the winding bends that separated his secluded property from the more developed sections of Sonoma, quickly bringing them to a small restaurant he favored.
As the Mustang sat gathering attention, as a dark green Shelby convertible is wont to do, the two got themselves drinks and perused the menu of the small Mexican restaurant. The two put orders in before their talk turned towards the more business oriented.
“Hey, a while ago you mentioned there were some kind of standings announced for your little club, how did I happen to wind up?”
“I never told you did I otouto?”
“Tell me what?”
“You took first place in the first trimester of the competition, leading Tanaka by five points and Kouga by seven. Of course, while you’ve had some downtime courtesy of my own expectations of business they have had ample opportunity to overtake you, but nonetheless you have pulled quite the upset with this. The rookie, the amateur, the stand-in, leading the pack in his freshman season. Truly exceptional work otouto.”
“Why thank you Sesshomaru.” Their drinks clinked together in a salute before they sipped at them.
“Though of course, you can only expect things to get harder from this point on. You are firmly on the radar now with such a performance, and while they are quite fond of you still you are no doubt a truly legitimate threat to Kouga, Tanaka, Ling, Ayame, and everyone else. They will be gunning for you now, more so than they’ve been already.
Not to mention, you are about to meet a whole new group of…friends. While there are plenty of drivers you haven’t met in Europe and Asia, you’ve meet most of the truly important ones. The true threats at least, though you’ll find the Americas will offer up a whole new group of challengers and a whole new set of challenges.
And in addition, the weather will soon be against you as well. While this autumn has been unusually mild, we are legitimately entering winter little brother. The next few months, in certain locations, will add that element to your plate.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“Oh, it should definitely be fun for you otouto. It does seem that, like myself, the older and more ornery vehicles are your strong suit. Many of them are featured stateside so you will be in your element if nothing else, though the competition will still be exceptionally stiff.”
“Ain’t that what you said about Kouga? And he’s really only stiff in one aspect…”
“Clever, but do beware the competition here is a different animal. Many of your test drives here will be older race cars, muscle cars, trophy trucks, etc. While you do truly seem to thrive with such models, they are a handful, and many of the competitors here have grown up with such cars and trucks so their advantage will match yours if not exceed it.”
“Understood. So, what classic sheet metal will I be piloting for my first test drive stateside?”
“In total contradiction to what I’ve just said, the first you are participating in is a modern event. It is street legal, unmodified production vehicles. Everything else is optional, you will have your choice of cars for this event. From this garage, on the road, I would recommend the Lexus LF-A but it is your decision.”
“Wow, Sesshomaru recommending a Lexus. What’s next, maybe you’ll tell me which shade of beige to paint my Buick?” Inuyasha teased as their food arrived.
“Hmm, you obviously have yet to drive the LF-A. True it is a Lexus, but it is a rather special one. Take it for the race, you will not be disappointed otouto. And for what it’s worth, all the Buick’s in my garage feature a V8 or a turbocharger.”
“Oh I’m sure they do gramps. And I bet when we get done eating you can tell me all about the Great War and the days when gas was ten cents a gallon.”
“Go ahead otouto, continue to act like an errant pup. You think I am above putting you over my knee right here?”
“Of course not, you’re an incurable pervert obsessed with your younger brother.”
“And you’re a disobedient brat infatuated with your aniki.”
“You can’t prove anything.”
“Oh really? I’m pretty sure the way you scream for me in bed is proof enough of your inclinations towards your older brother hanyou.”
“Alright you caught me, I’ve got a fetish for the geriatric. Must be why I like you so much.”
“You do know that whilst I’ve unlocked that cage, I can always lock it once more. Teeth and all.”
“You shut up.”
Inuyasha shot Sesshomaru as the older dog merely smirked at his sibling. Their food, and fresh drinks, arrived before long and the two dug in both hungry after being…well, horny dogs. Devouring the wares of the delightful little cantina Sesshomaru had selected, the two ate and drank their fill before retiring to the Mustang once more with a six-pack of cold beers, moving to sit on the hood, backs rested against the windshield of the dark green pony car.
“I really did miss you otouto, dearly.”
“Yeah, I, I really missed you too Sesshomaru. I mean, I hate to sound like a pussy and all but, I feel a lot better now that you’re back.”
“You feel better now that your alpha is back, close at hand to keep you in line.”
“Oh don’t flatter yourself.”
“Merely stating the truth otouto.”
“Meh. I love this, you know.”
“Which bit, taking shots at me or drinking excessively?”
“Well both, but I mean this, laying on the hood of a car, staring up at the stars. Staring up at different stars every night, it is nice. I mean, I see what you meant, about there being so many places you can’t spend enough time in. It’s neat getting to take so many of them in.”
“Indeed, at times traveling constantly for business starts to become tedious and unwelcome. But, moments like this always seem to remind me to enjoy it, to focus on what truly matters to me above all else.”
“Like the pretty green Rustang holding your ass off the ground?”
“Why yes, all my hard efforts at work are solely to finance my collection of overpriced, mobile benches. It seems the hanyou is pretty and smart.”
“I am smart, though I ain’t pretty aniki.”
“Debatable on both counts, though I’m having far too good an evening to dampen it with your attempts at rebuttal.”
The response given was a raised middle finger from the hand not nursing Inuyasha’s beer as the hanyou took a sip of the light, cold brew.
“Eloquent as always little brother.”
~~~~~~The Next Day~~~~~~
Freshly showered and filled to the brim with coffee, Inuyasha dressed himself and walked down to the garage once more. Perusing the more modern options, his amber eyes swept over the flanks of a Ferrari 458, a new Dodge Viper, and a Mercedes-Benz SLS AMG before they stopped upon the Lexus. Painted a rich, dark blue the Japanese hypercar beckoned just as strongly as its Italian, American and German counterparts.
While the 458 was a marvel and the Viper had awesome power, Sesshomaru generally was not wrong in his choices. Taking the keys from the storage rack on the wall, Inuyasha got in and fired the small displacement V10 to life. As it warmed itself he dropped the handbrake and set the car into drive, rolling it from the garage.
“Alright little Lexus, let’s see what you can do.”
As Inuyasha drove off towards his first stateside test drive, Sesshomaru fixed himself a drink and stretched out on a lounge chair by the pool. Clad only a dark blue bathing suit, which he quickly discarded, the daiyoukai picked up his phone and dialed Kouga’s number.
“Sesshomaru?”
“Kouga, how are you…well, I assume it’s night for you wherever you are.”
“Yeah, it is and I’m just fine thanks for asking. Other than a certain dragon I need to choke.”
“I’m sure you’ve earned whatever Tanaka’s doing to you wolf.”
“I most certainly haven’t, he won’t take this damn cage off already and I’m sick of it.”
“You aren’t sick of it, you’re just a pathetically aroused ookami that needs to be kept under control. Now, quit griping about your cock Kouga I have a proposition for you.”
“Oh, and what’s that then?”
“Your Super Snake, I want it.”
“Just put the key in the lock and it’s all yours.”
“You know what I mean Kouga, I want the Cobra.”
“Well, sorry but it’s not for sale.”
“I’m not looking to buy it, I’m looking to take it.”
“Oh really, and how do you figure on that?”
“You and Inuyasha, a one on one test drive.”
“And what will my favorite hanyou be wagering on your behalf?”
“I’ll wager my Daytona Coupe against the Super Snake.”
“That is tempting, but a bit skewed I think. The coupes are rare, the Snake is a one of one. And it isn’t like I don’t already own one.”
“True, but they are only increasing in value, and have more provenance than the Super Snake. And you’ll have the power so to speak in the test drive.”
“Are you suggesting what I think you am?”
“I am, run them against each other, title for title. Unless my little brother scares you ookami.”
“Not at all, but I’m still not sold on your end of the bargain.” On his end, Kouga was playing it cool, though wasn’t all that comfortable risking the one of one monster to the monstrously capable hanyou.
“Fine, if it takes such sweeting of the pot, let’s substitute the Daytona for my Corvette Grand Sport.”
“Fuck.” That one was tempting, very tempting. Kouga was a fan of the fiberglass sports car, and among all of them the five 1962 Grand Sports were the holy grail of collectible, desirable Vettes. He definitely wanted to lay his hands on one of the lightened, heavily tuned, massively flared racers and Sesshomaru just happened to own one.
“Give in ookami, you know you want to.”
“When I win you’re taking this cage off and sucking my cock, and you will swallow.”
“When you lose you’re going to suck Inuyasha’s whilst I mount you, and you will stay in that little prison.”
“We’ll see about that, now where and when?”
“Well, let’s bring the cars to their home turf. I’m thinking Watkins Glen, fifteen laps you and Inuyasha. I’ve got a date reserved next month.”
“Alright, but I have one final condition if we’re gonna do this.”
“And that is?”
“We race, but we race in each other’s cars.” It was a good bit of bet hedging on Kouga’s part. Even if he lost the twin supercharged Cobra, he’d still get to drive one of his few dream cars that had still eluded him.
“Fair enough, you in the Corvette and Inuyasha in the Cobra. Title for title.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“I’ll be talking to you soon wolf.”
Sesshomaru hung up before Kouga could get on a fresh rant about his chastity cage. Reclining back on his chair, he sipped at his gin and tonic and smiled to himself. He was soon to be the owner of the one and only true Shelby Cobra Super Snake still in existence. The monster was a track based competition car made…barely…into a street legal sports car.
The big 427 V8 had been given two Paxton super chargers to bring its power output to eight hundred horsepower. Staggering for a car with brakes, tires, and suspension components from the sixties. While it was mated to a three speed automatic, the car’s sheer power meant that it could outrun most anything from the decade, and most anything from the decades that followed.
While two had been officially made, one had been spun off the coast of California into the Pacific Ocean, killing its driver and destroying the car beyond repair. Thus, only the one remained, a brutal animalistic monster waiting to be tamed by a driver skilled and brave enough to pilot it properly.
Needless to say, the incredibly rare, extremely powerful surviving car was worth a hell of a lot of money. Kouga had won it at auction, for more than five million dollars, when it had crossed the block previously and had held onto it doggedly ever since. Though, if Inuyasha and the Cobra’s psychotic power to weight ratio had anything to say about it, Kouga wasn’t going to be its owner for much longer.
~~~~~~Meanwhile~~~~~~
Inuyasha dodged right round a slower moving vehicle as the Lexus screamed to its redline. Grabbing the up paddle he snapped it up a gear as he crossed the line, in first, a handful of exotic sports cars and red and blues in his rearview.
Up ahead the road met another, tighter back road in a fork. If he was planning on celebrating his victory, it required he first elude the authorities chasing himself and the other test drivers, and with that thought in mind Inuyasha chose the back road. Braking hard he took the right onto the smaller road as it quickly dropped into tight right hairpin, the LF-A breaking loose as Inuyasha throttled it through the bend.
Accelerating down the fairly narrow path, Inuyasha drew a lead on the V8 equipped Dodge Chargers following him. Effectively, he had only a short window to lose them; doubtless they’d called in for backup and likely a chopper to help crackdown on their illicit street racing. If he wasn’t out of sight before the cavalry arrived getting away was going to be…difficult, to say the least.
Thankfully though the road was just a bit tight and just a bit windy, perfect for the agile and brutally fast Lexus. Working the dark blue winner, Inuyasha disappeared into a series of tight apexes and precarious dips in the road. Leaving the police behind Inuyasha thundered down the road and found it doubled back to the main road a few miles up from where he’d left it.
Pulling back onto the Pacific Coast Highway Inuyasha accelerated gently, blending in to what little traffic there was. Calmly leaving the scene he nonchalantly made his way back off the PCH as soon as possible, taking the quieter roads to a small garage Sesshomaru had indicated him to leave the car in post-race. Once it was safely stored away, Inuyasha swapped to the car left for him by his sibling.
"Oh well this is just a treat.”
Occupying the next bay of the garage was a Ghia 450 SS, an Italian bodied, American powered luxury convertible. The deep, ruby red example of Sesshomaru’s fired right to life as Inuyasha slid the key that had been left for him in the garage into the ignition and gave it a twist. The Chrysler 273 V8 fired to life, rumbling nicely as it warmed.
The 235 horsepower mill, most commonly found in top spec Barracudas, offered the luxurious and attractive Italian ample and reliable horsepower and was mated to Chrysler’s equally reliable Torqueflite three speed automatic. Slotting the gear selector into drive Inuyasha pulled away from the garage and onto the road, making the commute back to the house.
As the V8 burbled and the sunshine poured in, Inuyasha found himself quickly falling for the pretty Ghia convertible. While it shared the same concept as other “hybrids” from the time, reliable American V8 in pretty Italian bodywork and chassis, the Ghia didn’t function quite the same. With the small block and an automatic it wasn’t a high power brute, but was rather much more a luxury cruiser.
It looked great, handled well, had a beautiful interior, and the top folded out of the way. The 273 had a nice little exhaust note and the Torqueflite was smooth and inoffensive in its operation. And being powered by the combination of the two, the 450 SS actually started and worked reliably unlike the high strung V12’s coming from some of its fellow Italians.
While not the first choice for his next test drive, the ruby red Ghia was definitely a top choice for a cruise on a sunny day. A cruise that was serving nicely as a victory lap for the hanyou, Inuyasha rather pleased with himself for winning his first test drive on the American continent.
Pulling up the long drive of Sesshomaru’s Sonoma based home, Inuyasha stopped the Ghia by the garage and slid it up into park before the shutting off the Chrysler small-block. Getting out he walked in to find the house empty. Striding towards the outdoor patio and pool he found his sibling lounging, stretched out playing with his phone.
“Figures I’d find you out here.”
“A beautiful seventy degree day in November and you’d expect me to be inside?”
“Well with such pale skin forgive me for expecting to find you hiding in the freezer.”
“Hmm, funny you’ve no comments on my skin tone when it’s shoved inside you.”
“Pervert.”
“Slut.”
Inuyasha stuck his tongue out at his sibling but had inadvertently walked into striking distance. A hand snagged him and pulled him onto his sibling’s bare lap, where said brother wrapped his arms quickly around the hanyou preventing escape. As Inuyasha struggled a hand found his ears and rubbed one, quickly getting the hanyou hard and whimpering as he tried to free himself from his brother’s grasp.
“How did you fare today otouto?”
“Despite the best attempts by the fuzz, I won ya bastard.”
“Well done baby brother. For this you deserve orgasm…eventually.”
At his brother’s veiled threat, Inuyasha began to thrash against the arm pinning him in place… and Sesshomaru merely smiled.
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