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Hey guys, welcome to chapter eight, hope you like it!
SplendentGoddess- Haha, glad you enjoyed it, thanks for the review!
Inuhime- Of course it is, that's the fun part :P Thaks for the review!
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botticelliangel- Yeah, there's a bit more description in this one. And, I didn't really want much in the way of Sesshomaru fawning over Inuyasha. He's an alpha, a business man, he knows he's damn fine looking; Sesshomaru can get that hanyou ass without trying :P And they are both men, both workers, I wanted their relationship to be a bit more strictly physical, at least at this point. But, there is a bit more banter between them this one, hope you enjoy.
Thank you all for reading, and please review!
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“You’re brave, I have to give you that.” Inuyasha panted out as he was slowly stripped of his clothing, the full dog still kissing and biting his neck without interruption.
“You are not resisting, are you?”
“No, but I must say, how’d you know I wouldn’t reject you and dump your list for propositioning me?” Inuyasha asked as a lubricated finger rubbed at his anus.
“Well, you seemed so open to drifting a several hundred thousand dollar Corvette, and you were perfectly fine throttling a pair of supercars on the street. Seemed to me you would not be opposed to…incentivizing your clients.”
“Thanks for making me sound like a whore.” Inuyasha joked as he watched the dog strip before him.
“A whore certainly not, though I certainly don’t take you for a prude. Then again, I suppose it’s hard to be one with a couple of fingers inside you.”
“Oh haha.” Inuyasha’s sarcasm was cut short, Sesshomaru’s slicked length pressing against his anus as his fingers withdrew.
“Are you ready, hanyou.”
The hanyou nodded and moaned as he was entered by the full inu. Slowly breaching him, Sesshomaru eased his generous girth past the dog hanyou’s tight ring of muscle. Rocking his way into Inuyasha’s rear, he let each inch of his length in gradually, not wanting to hurt his new partner. He had to admit, it had really been a shot in the dark.
The dog hanyou was an attractive creature, and obviously very knowledgeable about cars, Sesshomaru’s biggest passion, despite how much he downplayed it. And, he had to admit, something about the hanyou set him off. Most people cowered to someone of his standing, yet the hanyou was brass and seemingly uncaring.
Thankfully, the hanyou had taken him up on his offer, very thankfully, as he came to rest fully within the hanyou’s tight anus. Resting inside him for a second, the dog demon leaned over, grabbing the hanyou’s head to seize him in a kiss. After a second, he pulled back, removing himself until just the tip remained inside him.
“So, how long has your shop been in business?”
“Now’s the time for small talk, I thought that came before you take me.”
“You didn’t seem like the type that wishes to be wooed. Would you prefer we just copulate?”
Inuyasha moaned as the entirety of Sesshomaru’s length entered him once more, the hanyou on his back, legs wrapped round slim but muscular hips as a pair of striped arms gripped him, a thick dog demon cock inside him.
“Just shut up and fuck me you damn dog.”
He had to admit, the damn dog was gorgeous, his pale skin and magenta stripes, which marked some interesting places, stretched over endless weaves of lean, taut muscle. And, excellently endowed as Kouga was, the businessman and collector had him beat there too, his thick endowment as pale as the rest of him, with a long foreskin hiding a magenta head.
The dog demon’s thick, full length and heavy balls were nestled in a small patch of fur like pubic hair as platinum as the strands on his head, and he humped into the hanyou’s awaiting rear once again, Inuyasha couldn’t deny the dog knew how to use his assets.
“Oh fuck yeah.”
“Enjoying yourself hanyou.” Sesshomaru pounded into the awaiting half demon beneath him. He had to say, the other dog was quite the find. Not only was Inuyasha running one of the greatest performance shops and dealerships Sesshomaru had ever seen, if not the greatest, he also happened to be quite the flexible young beta.
The downy silver hair, similar to his own though much closer to a white in hue than his own nearly platinum locks, and koinu ears made for a cute hanyou right from the start. Paired with his amber eyes, like Sesshomaru’s, and all the lean muscle beneath his fairly tan complexion made for one attractive pup, as did the thick endowment between his legs and the painfully tight anus gripping his length.
“Ugh, yeah, oh yeah. Ugh, you, you’re plugged?” Inuyasha’s hands had found their way to Sesshomaru’s ass, gripping the cheeks tight, at which point the tips of his claws touched the base of the toy inside Sesshomaru, which sent a little shiver down the hanyou’s spine.
“I am, does that excite you hanyou?”
“A bit. What else are you into Sesshomaru?” Inuyasha panted out as he felt his release drawing ever nearer. Sesshomaru sensed this and pulled back, turning the boy over with just his tip still in the hanyou’s anus, a move that nearly sent Inuyasha over the edge immediately.
“Quite a bit In-u-yasha. What about you hanyou, what it is that makes this thick cock harden, besides this Sesshomaru?”
At that, Inuyasha resisted a groan at the dog’s subtlety, rocking back against him from his place on his hands and knees, that glorious length fully within him once more. Picking up his pace, Sesshomaru slammed in harder, grasping Inuyasha’s hair, a move that got a gasp from the boy, something the dai-youkai did not miss.
“Seems a bit of domination does the trick. Tell me hanyou, does that wolf tie you up, take you for his own nice and hard, make you wear butt-plugs?” At that, Inuyasha couldn’t help himself and clenched up, orgasm hitting him and leaving his seed spilling out onto the bed as Sesshomaru reached his own peak and came inside the other dog, resisting the urge to knot the half-demon.
Not withdrawing from Inuyasha’s tight, warm, velvety insides Sesshomaru laid them both on their sides, spooned up against the half-demon. Wrapping his arm around the hanyou as he intertwined their legs, the taller dog demon leaned in to whisper in the other’s dog ear.
“You will not leave this bed hanyou, not until you’ve spelled out everything that turns you on to this Sesshomaru.”
~~~~~~Meanwhile~~~~~~
Kouga heard the shop’s office phone ring and set down the socket he had out on the GNX, which was currently in pieces in his service bay. Walking in, he wiped his hands and picked the phone up, holding it to his ear with his shoulder as he grabbed a drink from the office fridge.
“Hey, how’s it going Kags?”
“Alright, how bout you?”
“I’m good, what’s on your mind today my dear?”
“I got a guy on the other line looking to sell a bunch of cars, didn’t sound like anything crazy but could be worth a look. You have some spare time?”
“Yeah, why not.”
“Great, I’ll connect you two, thanks Kouga.”
“Not a problem.” Kagome swapped the line over and hung her phone up. They used the same phone numbers, but basically Performance Unlimited was largely two entities. The dealership dealt with the retailing of vehicles, but restorations, tracking, and buying of used cars went through the shop.
With the mechanics taking in the used cars, at least the older ones anyway, they generally had a good track record with not taking in a wreck or a true money pit for no reward. Once they bought them, they were restored or resto-modded, or alternatively parted out for use by the shop or for retail to other restorers or collectors. Then the finished cars were handed over to the dealer, and Kagome, for sale.
“Hello, Kouga Kamuto, Performance Unlimited.”
“Hi Kouga, my name’s Terry, I was speaking to your co-worker about a handful of cars I’m looking to sell, and she told me she was going to put me through to a mechanic.”
“That would be me, what are you looking to sell to us today?”
“Well, a bunch of cars actually. My grandfather passed a few months ago and left me his car collection. I don’t think there’s anything really rare, but he had a bunch of old cars, and I really don’t have any use for them. They’re all in great condition though, apparently all survivors, that’s what he called them anyway.”
“We certainly buy old cars, do you have a list of what all is for sale?”
“Certainly, I got it right here. There’s a 60’ Chrysler Valiant, a 63’ Ford Galaxie 500, a ’65 Chevy Impala, a ’65 AMC Rambler Classic 770, a ’66 Buick Special, a ’68 Buick Special Deluxe, a ’71 Chevy Nova, ’73 Mercury Comet, and an ’80 Buick Century.”
“Wow, and all nine are original and running condition?”
“Yeah, the only thing I know of is some preventative maintenance, belts , hoses, tires, and the like, and I think most have had brakes or a carb rebuilt. They’re all four door sedans, all but the Galaxie are automatic, and they’re all either small-block V8’s or six cylinders.”
“Any chance I can take a look at them in person?”
“Sure, is tomorrow morning alright?”
“Ugh, yeah that would be great. Let me just get your number, and the address and give me a time.” Kouga took the man’s information down and agreed to meet him at nine thirty the next morning. That done, he set the phone down and stashed the paper for later.
The Buick still had some work left for the day, he wanted to get it totally stripped if he could. He had most of the needed parts, a few others he was certain they had in the little junkyard they had behind the building, the fenced in area full of the cars they couldn’t, or rather couldn’t justify restoring.
If he could get everything else out and off the Buick, he got the frame, chassis, and body panels over to Shippo for a full stripping and re-spraying. Tomorrow, once his parts arrived, he could fully tear the motor down and rebuild the turbocharger and its plumbing, and he had a new four-speed automatic on its way to replace the destroyed unit that had come out.
All in all things were coming along nicely, if Kouga didn’t say so himself.
~~~~~~The Next Morning~~~~~~
Kouga pulled up to a free-standing aluminum shed, the long pre-fabricated barn structure sitting on a nice little piece of land. Parking the dealership’s new Dodge Challenger SRT8 392, Kouga pulled the handbrake, put the black pony car in first and killed the big motor. Getting out, he saw a blue BMW 3-series pull to a stop next to him, a human male, Terry, getting out.
“Hi, how are you, hope I didn’t keep you waiting.”
“No, not at all, I just barely beat you here.”
“Oh good, well, care to take a look.”
“Definitely, lead the way.”
Kouga followed the human over to the structure, which he unlocked, sliding the large door open. Sure enough, inside was a bunch of memorabilia, some odd power tools, a small work bench and toolbox, a couple small pieces of farm equipment, and nine classic sedans.
“Very nice, they all look pretty good from the outside anyway. Mind if we pull them out, maybe take a couple around the block once or twice?”
“Not at all, they’re all drivers, keys should be in them all, the only one I’ve actually taken out recently was the Galaxie.”
“It is a pretty old boat.”
“Yeah, that column shifted three speed takes some getting used to, but otherwise it’s nice.”
Kouga chuckled at that, getting in and firing the Ford to life. The dark red sedan ticked into life, and after a second, Kouga eased the column shifter into first and let the clutch out with a touch of throttle. The four door Galaxie rolled out of the garage and Kouga drove out and to a stop, parking it on the big slab of asphalt that connected the barn and the road it came off of.
The Chrysler Valiant was next, the jet black sedan pulled next to the Ford and left running. The Rambler and the Nova were next, followed by the Comet and the Impala. The two Buick Specials were next, and finally the Buick Century was pulled out into the sunlight.
Leaving the Century running, Kouga got back in the Valiant and gently selected the push button to set the car into drive, pulling the slant-six powered Chrysler onto the road. The swooping, distinctive Virgil Exner styled sedan took off down the road, the hundred horsepower, single carburetor six-cylinder lacking much thrust, though settling into a very smooth rumble as it warmed up.
Going down the road, Kouga had to admit the car drove nicely. It was almost entirely devoid of options, save the automatic transmission and an AM radio that actually still worked. Everything else was bare bones, the base model Valiant sporting little other than its original black paint, chrome hubcaps, and oddball styling.
It was actually a neat look, bold lines over the headlights which ran back over the front and rear fenders and ended in a swooping rear end gave the car a very jet age look. But, it had been rather… controversial when new, often the subject of ridicule. It was a popular car though, being one of the cheapest new cars at the time it had been a strong seller, though its low cost of entry meant many had simply been used to death and discarded by the seventies, leaving them a relatively rare car now.
Pulling the black Chrysler back into the lot, Kouga put in into neutral, applied the parking brake and shut the car off. Turning the Nova on to warm it, Kouga got in the running Century and eased it into drive. Taking off down the road, once again the wolf demon found himself slowly floating up to speed.
Despite being almost twenty years the Valiant’s junior, the Century was powered by a V6 that put out a similarly modest hundred and ten horsepower to move the sedan. It was a bit better equipped with climate control, a cassette player, vinyl interior, and wood trim.
While not really a collectible car, though being over thirty years old did make it a classic, the Buick was in amazing condition for its age and make. The GM sedans of the eighties hadn’t faired all that well as a whole, but the Buick Kouga was in was actually all but flawless.
Amazingly, the 71’ Chevy Nova Kouga drove next was similar. Another survivor, another six cylinder, the Nova was clad in a bright blue metallic finish, in excellent condition for its age. The “Turbo-Thrift” engine, a straight –six cylinder engine, was backed by a single, one-barrel carburetor which was no powerhouse, but at least managed a hundred and forty horsepower, better than the Century or the Valiant.
The two-speed automatic was smooth enough, even though Kouga vehemently disliked the Powerglide transmission as it was called by GM. Still, the all original Nova four-door was definitely a comfortable ride, more so than the two-door and the stiffer sprung big-block models.
Next was the pale yellow ’65 AMC Rambler. A Classic 770 model, the big yellow four-door was the range topping model, having come with most of the options boxes checked off from the factory as opposed to the lesser 440 and 660 versions offered from AMC.
The Rambler too was a six cylinder, though it was mated to a three-speed automatic instead of a two. It also happened to have all manor of options; plaid interior, radio, factory air conditioning, and chrome trim which set it apart from the lesser Ramblers of the day.
The next car Kouga drove however, was a bit more Spartan in nature. The first of the two Buick Specials, the 1966 model, Kouga dropped the Buick two-speed automatic into drive and let the V6 propel the heavy sedan along. Like the other six cylinders, it was no howler, but the hefty sedan rode with poise and comfort, the vinyl bench seats perfect for cruising, or some oral attention from Inuyasha, for example.
That comfort though, was about it. No radio, no power steering, power brakes, no air conditioner, just a heater and defroster, and the interesting Buick steering wheel which had just one central bar running across the center and mounting it to the steering hub.
Pulling back into the lot, Kouga parked the hefty Buick and got into another hefty Buick, the 68’ Buick Special. This example was a Special, and a Special Deluxe at that, one that had been optioned nicely. The Aqua Mist blue sedan came loaded with plaid and vinyl stripped interior, air conditioning, automatic climate control, power steering, the only thing it was missing was a radio, though it even had a tilt steering wheel.
The wheel of course, being another crazy Buick design. From the steering hub, a slanted, single bar came down to the bottom of the steering wheel and attached there, the rest of the wheel bare and open. Effortless of course with the heavily boosted power steering.
The car even had two cylinders over the other Buick, packing a 350 cubic inch, small block V8 with a two barrel carburetor. Still not a screamer, but two hundred and thirty horsepower, mated to the same two speed automatic, beat all the six cylinders hands down.
Pulling the big Buick back in, Kouga next took out the 65’ Impala, another two speed automatic, small-block V8 GM sedan. The old Chevy, still clad in its original shade of Mist Blue, pulled onto the road and picked up pace without too much delay despite its size.
Definitely the most iconic looker of all of them, the Impala was a sharply styled sedan and one that proved plenty comfortable for a reasonably priced Chevy sedan from the sixties. Pressing the brake pedal rewarded Kouga with the feel of newly rebuilt drums and lines, as the owner had made him aware, which was a nice expense they wouldn’t have to put out to flip the old Impala.
Putting the big Chevy away, Kouga got into what was arguably the smallest of the sedans, though still not tiny. The ’73 Mercury Comet, essentially an upmarket Ford Maverick and carrying a number of Mustang parts, was the second newest vehicle in the group and arguably the most performance oriented, though that was still really not saying much.
Itself a three speed automatic, the relatively small Mercury came with a Ford 302 V8, giving a better power to weight ratio than most anything else in the collection. Still, it was a leisurely sedan, nicely appointed inside, with clean bodywork still painted in its original gold-brown paint and brown vinyl top.
Really, there was no collector’s value to the car, though it could make a nice shop car, the parts were easy to come by as Mustang bits and the 302 wasn’t entirely gutless. Pulling it back into the lot, Kouga headed for the last car on the list, and the other Ford product.
Getting in the Galaxie 500, Kouga eased the car into first and eased the clutch out, thankful for a stick after eight automatics. While the biggest and heaviest of the lot, the Galaxie did have the advantage of having a Ford 289 small-block V8 paired to its three speed manual, though the column shifter and sheer size of the car didn’t add up to any kind of real muscle car. Didn’t help that even with a two-barrel carb, the V8 only put out about a hundred and ninety-five horsepower.
Though, leisurely pace aside, Kouga was amazed by the car’s condition. Dripping dark red paint coated the straight, streamlined, jet age styling, chrome stripes and trim accenting every line and crease in the body. The body matching wheels had the original chrome hubcaps, and the black vinyl interior was flawless.
Pulling the Galaxie in after a few minutes, Kouga got out as he ran the numbers over in his head. Going over to the human, who had been surprisingly patient while he drove all nine, Kouga decided to see what he wanted for them before getting into the details.
“Well, thank you for the test drives, and thanks for waiting.”
“Not a problem, think you guys are interested in any of them?”
“Definitely. Were you looking to sell them all today, or just one or two, what did you have in mind?”
“I’d like to move all of them really, neat as they are they just aren’t my thing and I don’t really have the time for the maintenance for all nine of them. Would you take the lot of them, or are you just looking at one or two?”
“I think we could take the lot if you want to make a deal on them. The Galaxie and Impala are definitely the two cars to have here, but the other seven could be worth a couple bucks to us. I will tell you right now that you don’t have a homerun here, just in case you were hoping to hit the lottery.”
“Yeah, I didn’t figure he had anything really knockout rare but I figured as clean as they all are they might be worth a bit.”
“They definitely are. I just wasn’t sure how into collector cars you are. I’ve just seen it a lot where someone comes in with something thinking it’s a gold mine and its scrap. You do have some really beautiful condition survivors here and that does make them worth a bit, they just aren’t a knockout.
The big thing is they are all sedans, which makes them less value and less likely for restoration than their coupe or convertible siblings. They are all six cylinders save a couple of small-block V8’s, and aside from the Galaxie they are all automatics which is another negative in the value end of it. And being a three speed and column shifted even hurts the Galaxie’s value a bit.
On the plus side, the Impala and Galaxie are such big cruisers the four door models are almost as well excepted as the two doors. And they’re parts sharing makes them valuable, same with the Nova, and the ’68 Buick. The Rambler and the ’66 Buick are really clean, and there aren’t really higher end models above them so they’re probably best just sold as is or resto-modded.
The Century, Comet, and Valiant are really worth little. The Valiant’s are gaining steam, but they are performance models and they were really un-appreciated when they were new so there isn’t a whole lot of energy around them.
The Comet and Century are either going to be parted, or be shop cars unless we find a buyer. We’ll try Buick and Mercury clubs to see if there’s interest, you never know, but both are really from under-whelming years, those GM’s sold well but were a bit anemic and were very badge engineered, and the Comet is from the Mustang II era which is still a black eye for Ford.
We’d definitely take both, but you’re not hitting gold with either one. Really, your money is in the Impala and the Galaxie, with a bit of cash in the Buick’s, the Rambler and the Nova, and a bit of change in the Century, Comet and Valiant. At this point, I have to ask, what were you looking for?”
“I was think about fifty for the lot. I know market prices are down a bit, and I know the cars aren’t the most desirable, but you aren’t gonna find most of those in cleaner, un-restored condition, and like you said the Galaxie and Impala are both collectible.”
“That isn’t far off. To be honest, a year ago I’d have given you fifty for the group and been happy. But that market has fallen. Even perfect, restored, big block, four speed coupes have plummeted. Really the money in the market has been evaporating like it has everywhere else.
I’m thinking like forty for the lot of them, and thirty of that is for the Impala and Galaxie.”
“Can you do forty-five?”
“Ugh, I can come up to, how about forty-three?”
“That sounds pretty good, forty-three it is. You want to follow me over to the title agency and swap them now?”
“That would be great, I got the cash in my car, I’ll just follow you there.”
“Sounds good.”
~~~~~~Several Hours Later~~~~~~
Kouga huffed as he nursed the Mercury Comet into the dealership. They’d brought the rest of the cars back by truck, but having gone with the transport trucks Kouga decided he’d drive the Mercury back. He was going to drive the Galaxie but decided against it, just in case.
Of course, just in case turned out to be the 302 V8 in the Mercury losing a head gasket. At least he didn’t pay too much for the car, though nursing it round back Kouga saw a horrifying sight. A new Ford Mustang 5.0 was on a roll back tow truck, the entire top of the car ripped off. Kagome was out next to the truck looking pissed.
Parking the crippled Comet, Kouga got out and walked over to her, looking up at the red, very much totaled Mustang.
“What the hell happened here?”
“The delivery driver, that’s what. Dropping the rest of them off at the Ford dealer across the way, we were just waiting on this last one, red five liter with the track-pack and the six speed. And of course, he went under a low bridge, and our car was on top.”
“Damn, that’s just lovely.”
“Seriously. A carrier full of V6’s and automatics, and the good one gets slaughtered. I just bought the car off the insurance company , I figure the motor is at least worth something. How’d your morning go?”
“Good. Met up with that guy from yesterday, wound up buying all nine, got a couple of nice ones too. I think you’ll be happy, I got a 65’ Impala and a 63’ Galaxie among the others for forty-three grand.”
“Not bad, hopefully they all sound better than that Comet though.”
“Yeah, that was running beautifully till about fifteen minutes ago. Figured it was just gonna be a shop car anyhow. I’ll just have to do a head gasket when I get time. On second thought, you said you bought that thing right?” Kouga pointed to the Mustang, wheels turning in the ookami’s head.
“No, bad Kouga, bad.”
“Oh come on, it would be badass.”
“Maybe, it’d probably just be sad. And a waste of time for that matter.”
“Not really, we want to show off our technical prowess from time to time, and race wars is on the horizon, it would be a good time to show off something new that hasn’t been done before.”
“I, oh whatever, do what you will, just don’t come crying to me when you’re balls deep in that thing and your actual, paying jobs are stacked up and waiting.”
“Yes miss Kagome, right away miss Kagome.” Kouga teased as he walked back to his bay, he did still have the Buick to work on.
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