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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 nine of Test Drive. I hope you all enjoy, and GO RAVENS!!!
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~~~~~~Test Drive~~~~~~
Inuyasha couldn’t deny his brother was seriously fucking attractive. Slipping into their shared suite, the hanyou walked into the spacious sitting room to see his sibling laid out on one of the comfortable couches, a movie on the TV across from him. And it just so happened that Sesshomaru was entirely nude, every inch of his porcelain skin and magenta stripes on display as he lounged comfortably.
“Otouto.”
“Making yourself comfortable there aniki?”
“Indeed. I must say, exceptional job little brother, three victories in as many days.”
“Yeah, I held that wolf back again, though actually he really wasn’t even the biggest worry on this one. Whoever was behind the wheel of the GT40 in that last race was right on me.”
“One of the other wolves, Ayame. She’s also quite the driver isn’t she?”
“Hmm.” Inuyasha’s comment was interrupted by a light knock on the door. Sesshomaru answered, still in his rather casual state of dress to a hotel employee with their room service. The male wheeled in a cart with the spread Sesshomaru had ordered, the human bowing lightly before Sesshomaru tipped him and he left the room.
Popping a bottle of champagne, Sesshomaru poured them a couple of flutes before drawing the lids back on the dishes he’d ordered. A full filet, some breads and fresh cheeses, and a fresh fruit display with fondue weighed the cart down, as did the several bottles of champagne Sesshomaru had selected for them.
“Now, why don’t you get a bit more comfortable otouto and we can enjoy our meal?”
“Don’t you mean naked aniki?”
“Is there a difference?”
They were inu-youkai, they preferred their natural state, something that had always caught him flak from Kagome. So, the hanyou shrugged and slipped out of his clothes, stripping down and leaving the admittedly very comfortable apparel folded up in the corner. His cock still pinned between his legs, Inuyasha joined Sesshomaru on the oh-so-comfortable couch as the older slipped a piece of very rare, very tender meat between his teeth.
“So what, or for that matter where now?”
“Well, we’re off to Spain as I mentioned earlier. Not too far south, just down to Lloret de Mar, an hour or so north of Barcelona.”
“Nice, supposed to be some damn fine roads down there aren’t there?”
“Indeed, very nice, gorgeous scenery to boot. In fact, you can get quite the taste of that yourself tomorrow. If you would, I’d like you to drive a car down there for me while I take care of another meeting.”
“Sure, that’s fine.”
“Excellent, I’ll take care of my meeting tomorrow and fly down tomorrow night. I’m sending my driver to wait on my clients and I’m feeling inclined to something a bit special for my driving in Spain. I was going to have it shipped, but I figure this should be a good reward for your excellent performance.”
“I suppose that depends on the car.”
“Oh you will enjoy this one. It is 67’ Shelby GT350 Convertible. It should be a nice drive for you, it’s about seven hours from here to there. You just take the highway into Spain, and then divert off and follow the coast. There’s a brilliant stretch that leads to Lloret de Mar, one you’ll actually be racing on in a few days, so get a feel for the road and the area.”
“Sounds good to me.”
~~~~~~The Next Day~~~~~~
Inuyasha slid behind the wheel of the Mustang as he willed his still trapped tumescence to subside. It had been an interesting night, Sesshomaru playing at a subtle seduction of some sort. The hanyou wasn’t entirely sure what his sibling was after, looking perhaps to lay him, keep him as a partner, or maybe he was just truly sadistic and trying to torture him with his arousal.
But, he put those thoughts aside as he started the GT350, the sleek blue Mustang kicking into life with a burst from its Ford 289 V8. After letting it warm, Inuyasha slid the shifter into first and let the clutch out. The other cars had been either left securely covered and locked in the garage, or were being loaded onto a semi-trailer for transport to wherever Sesshomaru planned on using them next.
Navigating through the city of Monaco went well enough, Inuyasha trolling along, sticking to the main roads which moved quickly enough. Soon enough he was outside the city proper and after a few meandering bends the road merged into a large freeway. Rolling along in fourth gear, Inuyasha soon found himself facing the Tunnel de Monaco.
In his carbureted, tweaked, Shelby tuned small block V8. With no roof keeping his ears from the tailpipes exiting out through the rear bumper.
~~~~~~Several Hours Later~~~~~~
Turning off the motorways onto B-roads Inuyasha continued his leisurely pace, using the Mustang’s fourth gear to settle it into a surprisingly nice grand tourer. However, six or so hours in, and after a stop at just about every gas station he’d come across, Inuyasha found himself approaching the road Sesshomaru had told him about. As the road began its series of meandering switchbacks and brilliant corners Inuyasha dropped the car into low gear and laid his right foot heavier on the throttle, the rear tires chirping as the pony car settled back on its rear and surged forward.
It was an old American muscle car, pony car to be precise, and it was a Mustang. But, the lighter 289 in the GT350 gave it more balance than the 428 equipped GT500. It also had a stiffer, better sorted suspension than regular Ford’s, as well as a heavy duty rear axle and a limited slip diff. The tires too, while period correct, where competition grade and fatter, riding on wider Torque Thrust rims lesser Mustang’s didn’t receive.
So, while it was a handful, heavy and tail happy when pushed, it was surprisingly good. And the grunt from the tuned V8, the soundtrack of the small block growling from under hood was enough to make Inuyasha never want to get out of the dark blue, white striped Mustang. Nor ever off the twisting, meandering, utterly glorious stretch of road he was on.
Curve after curve came at him, Inuyasha muscling the Shelby round, working the heavy steering and massaging as much as he could from the relatively small front discs and rear drums. Working the black knob to his right, Inuyasha rowed the four speed box, the 289 V8 revving and barking with each gear change.
It definitely was not the Pagani, it was not either Ferrari, it wasn’t even the 325i. The old Mustang didn’t have the precise steering, the right camber setup, its suspension was outdated and basic even for its time. The chassis was a hack job, a Ford Falcon cut down to size, making it a convertible had done even more to reduce rigidity and strength. The brakes, while discs in the front, were sixties technology and the tires were bias-ply, not modern radials.
Even the motor paled in comparison to the others. From 289 cubic inches, 4.7 liters, the modified Ford small block made about three hundred and six horse power. His S2000, before he’d even lifted the hood, made 240 horsepower from a 2.2 liter four banger. Comparing them in terms of efficiency, power per liter of displacement, it was a massacre. Sixty-five horsepower per liter for the Ford versus a hundred and nine per liter from the Honda.
Yet, despite all these flaws, perhaps because of them, the Mustang was a great deal of fun. The fuel it drank like a man who’d spent weeks in the desert wasn’t being turned into power, so instead it became noise. Glorious, brilliant, addictive noise flying out from the tailpipes as the V8 was thrashed on.
Even the awful chassis was lovable; it leaned and shuddered with cowl shake and the front under steered around until the rear tires came loose and the back over steered round to try and kill you. But it just made it more rewarding when you kept it together, making the car get round a corner was a victory. And getting it round the corner meant there was another straight section for Inuyasha to rev on that big V8 generating more of that pushrod, carbureted symphony.
Soon enough though, the corners terminated in Lloret De Mar and Inuyasha found the beautiful flat Sesshomaru owned. Turning off onto a soft dirt path, Inuyasha drove up a softly meandering hill to the beautiful pad. The house was beautiful, gorgeous stone work with a beautiful new home built atop it. It was built into a cliff overlooking the coast, beautiful blue sea beneath. The garage was stone structure but the interior was completely modernized, and as Inuyasha backed into the open bay he found the cars were as well.
“Oh, hello.”
It was a four car garage, the Mustang on the far left. The other bays were occupied by an Audi Q7, an Aston Martin DB9 Volante, and a Lamborghini Murcielago Roadster. Shutting the Mustang down, Inuyasha got out and walked inside, finding the modern touches and warm colors to be a very comfortable living space. Walking into the living room, he found one touch that was worth most likely ninety to ninety five percent of the house’s total value. An entire wall was glass, nearly floor to ceiling, and looked out onto the ocean, truly a staggering view.
Walking into Sesshomaru’s office, he found the glass wall continued on across the front of the house, a beautiful mahogany desk facing the beautiful view. Against the back wall, there was a set of hooks, three sets of keys hanging from it, an empty hook awaiting the Mustang’s. Looking at the other three, Inuyasha felt his stomach rumble and decided between German, British, and Italian…by way of German.
It was too nice for the non-convertible Audi SUV, he’d spent six hours and some change in the Ford, and the DB9, the DBS’ more relaxed sibling, was more a long distance GT car. Taking the Lambo’ keys and hanging the Ford’s, Inuyasha went back to the garage and got in the bright white super car.
Firing the V12 into life, Inuyasha dropped the handbrake and slotted the shifter into first, nearly purring at the precise metal gates of the shifter, which had notchy throws to boot. Letting the clutch out, the V12 let out a nice bark as it rolled out of the garage.
“Oh hell yes!”
Taking off down the hill, Inuyasha guided the four-wheel drive convertible towards the city proper, off in search of a bite to eat and whatever…sights were to be seen.
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