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Title - Stage Four

Author - trowacko

Rating - NC17

Warnings - Ryousuke/Takumi yummy

Disclaimer - I do not own Initial D in any way, nor do I make a claim to. No
profit, no harm done.

Author's note - Hoppy Birthday, Rei *mad insane hugs*
Wind swept the smoke from
Ryousuke's cigarette almost before it could be seen. He took another drag
before flicking it against the road where sparks bounced lightly to dance in
the teasing wind. He glanced down the road and listened intently. Moments later,
he heard the familiar whine of the hachi-roku's engine. He smiled as he
imagined Takumi behind the wheel, ever concentrating on the conditions over
which he ran. He heard the squeal of tires as Takumi tore around another curve,
and the engine revved again with another burst of power. Lights splashed random
patterns over the trees as the car came closer.
'He's here,' he thought
with a smile. Ryousuke stepped on the last bit of ember on the ground before
turning from his car to await the new arrival. He suppressed his smile back to
his normal neutral expression before Takumi's arrival.
The headlights nearly
blinded him as Takumi gained the lip of the starting point, driving beyond
Ryousuke's FC with barely a glance in the waiting driver's direction. The car turned
abruptly, returning to face the FC. The hachi-roku seemed more like the
nickname 'panda Trueno' when its headlights closed sleepily before the engine
cut out, signaling the driver's acknowledgement that a race was not immediately
forthcoming. Despite that, the driver didn't alight from his car right away.
Takumi sat in the driver's
seat, his fingers trembling as he flicked the lights off and turned off the
engine. Ryousuke had asked him to the top of Mount Akina knowing full well that
Takumi had decided not to race the peak anymore. He hadn't refused to meet the
man who would become his mentor in driving, and he wondered if he would refuse
a race should Ryousuke ask. Yet the man stood complacently against the side of
his car without showing any hint that racing was even on his mind. Given that,
Takumi felt he knew what Ryousuke had asked him up here for, and he bit his lip
when he realized he hadn't formed any reply should Ryousuke take their
relationship to a different level. For the two, racing would always be a
dominant factor in their lives and their decisions. The moments of flirting
that had passed seemed an initiation for the two to work together as comrades
rather than rivals. Even so, Takumi couldn't ignore that their new camaraderie
made their attraction all that more apparent. Pulling the keys from the
ignition, he opened his door and climbed out. He heard the mild ticking of his
cooling engine follow him, much slower than the rapid beat of his heart.
Few people in the world had
ever touched Ryousuke's heart enough to quicken its beat in anticipation like
the start of a good battle. In fact, he'd venture to guess that less than a
handful of people gave him a flutter of attraction, and he'd beaten them all.
All of them, except for the puzzling young man in front of him. In Takumi, he'd
not anticipated such skills to grow so fast for one so young. He'd watched
battle after battle, and each time, the young driver exceeded Ryousuke's
expectations. Even when the imaginary bar had been risen, Takumi had
out-performed it. Where Ryousuke's prodigy had always been his own brother,
someone else's talent had captured his attention. Sometimes watching Takumi
race gave him that rush of adrenaline he thought long dormant without a good
rival. Now he'd become that rival's mentor, and Takumi looked up to Ryousuke.
It wouldn't do to take advantage of such a coveted position, but neither did
Ryousuke intend to deny his feelings if there was a chance of reciprocation.
Takumi shuffled his feet
nervously, finally closing the distance between them until they each stood in
front of their vehicles, each facing the other. It was dark without aid of the
headlights, yet they could clearly make out each other in the soft glow of the
full moon.
"Do you know why I've
asked you up here, Takumi?" Ryousuke began. If Takumi feigned innocence,
or simply didn't understand - something not outside the realm of possibility
for Takumi - Ryousuke would pull out his laptop and go over the terrain of
future practice courses before slipping completely into the role of mentor.
This was Takumi's only chance to acknowledge their feelings, and Ryousuke was
fairly certain by the young man's stiff posture that it was understood.
"I'd like to think I
do," Takumi dropped his gaze, wondering if the moon's light was bright
enough to shield his blush. How he hated sounding so unsure! He wanted to see
Ryousuke's eyes, he wanted to simply stand in the other man's presence if they
couldn't be anything more. He could feel that with every passing moment of saying
nothing that it would soon be too late. "Ah, that is-"
"Are you afraid that
you're wrong?" Amusement crept into Ryousuke's voice, and Takumi's eyes
glanced up in defiance.
"I don't do well with
guessing games," he replied sullenly. "I don't like being made to
guess."
'Don't act on instinct,'
Ryousuke told himself, too late to stop the two steps that closed the distance
between them. 'Don't-' Oh, it was much too late to stop the momentum behind his
movements that brought their faces closer. Time seemed to slow to an agonizing
crawl while Ryousuke's eyes dropped their gaze from Takumi's to the lips
half-parted in question. Takumi made no movement to retreat when the back of
his legs bumped into the bumper of his car. Rather than fall, he grasped
Ryousuke's shoulders. Their lips touched lightly, a stolen kiss tainted with
permission when Takumi closed his eyes and returned it. Time stopped
altogether, and with it, the two men who stood at the starting point to Mount
Akina's famous downhill run.
A hand snaked its way into
his hair, and Takumi moaned lightly at the teasing touches it ghosted over his
skin before plunging into his short hair. He felt Ryousuke's other hand curve
downward, pulling their bodies closer together, and the hand finally rested
firmly against his hip. It felt suddenly right, to stand here in Ryousuke's
arms, to be held and kissed by the fierce driver. The passion he had when
racing hadn't been rivaled by anyone else yet. Where others had fallen prey to
panic, ego, or fury, Ryousuke hadn't fallen into the same trap. Of all the
drivers he'd beaten, Takumi still felt he hadn't really beaten Ryousuke yet.
Their shallow kiss ended,
and Ryousuke stepped away, waiting to be rebuked despite Takumi's willingness.
He wanted to smile at the way Takumi stood there a few moments longer, simply
hanging in his own private haze where their kiss replayed over and over for
him, like a thirst that can never be sated. He touched the shorter man's lips
with his fingertip, shattering the drunken daze.
"Do you want to guess
now, Takumi? Or should we dispense with doubt right now?"
"Ryousuke,"
Takumi started. His body swayed, and his feelings threatened to spill him into
a void of confusion. "I don't-" he stopped when he saw Ryousuke take
another step away. 'Too late, it's going to be too late if you can't say it!'
If words wouldn't pass his lips, Takumi intended his actions to speak well
enough. He reached for Ryousuke, overcompensating for their distance, and
grabbed the other man's upper arm instead. As he fell, his body turned
instinctively. His hand didn't loosen its grip, and he brought Ryousuke down
with him. He cringed at the surprise that flitted over Ryousuke's face as the
taller man fell on top of him and the white FC.
Takumi blinked rapidly as
he tried to assess which way was up. His legs had spread to compensate for the
other man's body, and his hands had grasped both of Ryousuke's shoulders. He
looked up, afraid he'd see fury in Ryousuke's eyes, and instead felt his eyes
widen.
The car had absorbed the majority
of the force of impact, thus providing the two with a more cushioned fall on
the warm, metal surface. Ryousuke had acted immediately when he knew he
wouldn't be able to escape the fall. His arms landed firmly on either side of
Takumi's body, and he'd closed his legs, forcing Takumi's to open when they
finally landed. Half-pinned beneath him as he'd wanted to see the young man,
Ryousuke smiled. This race had just begun, even if he did have a head start of
sorts, Ryousuke intended Takumi to catch up real quick.
Five
"Um... I'm
sorry," Takumi stuttered, unable to take his eyes off Ryousuke's. In the
dim light, there was no mistaking the predatory gleam that warmed Takumi's
entire body; especially with the one he was attracted to spread over him like a
luscious gift.
Four
"I don't think you're
really very sorry at all," Ryousuke replied. His tongue snaked out to
flick at the corner of his mouth. The movement caused Takumi's body to jerk in
response, and that was enough of a signal that their positions would never be
more perfect. He lowered himself until his lips brushed over Takumi's chin, and
he smiled at the shivers that rippled throughout the body beneath him.
Three
"I--I--I--"
Whatever was supposed to come after that escaped his mind when he felt his skin
caressed by soft lips. His body tightened almost painfully, and the mild ache
that had begun in his belly when Ryousuke first kissed him bloomed into a new
heat that he welcomed. His hands released their death hold on the taller man's
shoulders to hesitantly pull their bodies closer together.
Two
"Takumi,"
Ryousuke whispered against Takumi's lips. The groan made him want to smile, but
he held himself in check. He knew the teasing touches were becoming too much
for the young driver to handle, but safety would always be paramount when it
came to anything as dangerous as driving. Or loving. "Takumi," he
repeated softly, "Tell me what you want."
One
"You," Takumi
moaned, lifting his head to close the distance. "I want you,
Ryousuke." He pulled Ryousuke down for a deeper kiss before releasing his
hold to spread his arms across the white hood. "Please," he added a
little breathlessly; he liked the way Ryousuke seemed to shiver at the
half-gasped word.
Go...
A most welcome gift spread
beneath him, and all Ryousuke had to do was claim it at his choosing. He could
be cruel and leave the young man frustrated with need if he so chose. He could
claim the body with the wild fervor that burned through his veins. Or he could
love Takumi as he'd imagined after calling him for their meeting.
The hood had been quite
warm from the excessive driving Ryousuke had done prior to parking at the top
of the downhill run, but it warmed quickly to a temperature Takumi felt he
could handle. His head ground almost painfully against the hard surface as
Ryousuke pressed their lips together almost violently. Fingers roamed down the
front of his shirt, opening it to expose his skin to the elements. He felt his
jeans laid open and Ryousuke paused, pulling away from their kiss to simply view
his prize again. His hands rested on the bands of the jeans, though they didn't
press them down. It wasn't so much that Ryousuke doubted that this was what
Takumi wanted, but to make sure Takumi understood the severity of their act.
That once this last barrier had been passed, there would be no return from it,
and that once their bodies joined, it would be permanently etched in their
memories for good or ill.
With the barest hint of
hesitation, Takumi reached down to shove his own jeans down, his eyes locked to
Ryousuke's. He pulled his knees up, and kicked off his shoes easily and
Ryousuke slid the pants completely off. He pulled Takumi off the hood and
positioned the other man to kneel before him. A smile crossed Ryousuke's lips,
and he leaned down to lick a thin trail down Takumi's strong chest to his firm
belly. He could feel the younger man's breath hitch as the sensations crackled
through his body like wet electricity. Ryousuke's hands rested against Takumi's
slim hips, keeping the young man steady while he worked his mouth over smooth
flesh.
Takumi's arms hung limply
against to him, and he leaned back to groan at the sky. Nothing in the world
ever would have made him think the enjoyment of flesh could ever be like this.
He wanted to beg for more, he wanted to reciprocate somehow, yet he also knew
Ryousuke merely wanted him to drink in as much as he could for now. He felt his
body eased back against the rapidly cooling hood, and his legs spread gently
apart by tender hands. His head drooped down to rest against his chin on his
shoulder while he concentrated on the fervent kisses that ended when Ryousuke
licked up the length of his erection. His fingers twitched, and he bit his lip
against the moan that wanted to twist into the wind.
"I want to hear you,
Takumi. Let me hear you."
The thick groan he'd kept
prisoner broke free, and Takumi felt his body writhe in reply. His breath came
in short gasps that seemed to please Ryousuke as he resumed the languid torment
with his mouth. Warm wetness turned to frigid puffs of cold air when Ryousuke
didn't hold Takumi's erection in his mouth. The alternating temperature seemed
to affect his body's reactions, and he moaned again. His hips bucked of their
own accord, seeking more of the heat it brought in teasing degrees.
Instinctively, his hands wound through Ryousuke's dark locks, not quite daring
to disturb the ministrations.
"Ryo-- unh,
Ryo--" Takumi gave up on coherent words, and moaned as Ryousuke's mouth
worked over him quickly. Excitement rode harshly through his body. He could
feel the temperature that had compensated for the colder air burn a bit
brighter in retaliation of the cold wetness that teased his skin. Even when
Ryousuke flipped him over and he knelt on all fours on the unblemished surface
of the beautiful FC, his body wanted to burn even more. He bent his elbows and
all but kissed the car as Ryousuke pressed his tongue deep into his warm
inviting valley. When the tongue teased his opening, he cried out at the odd
sensation, yet he yearned for more. It took all of his will power not to press
back against the invading tongue, or cry out in frustration now that his
erection had been neglected. Patience won out, and he knew it was patience that
would pay off in the end. Thus, he took what he could in the touches Ryousuke
bestowed upon him while he waited for his comrade - no, call him his lover - to
complete them.
Ryousuke chuckled mildly as
he paused for a few seconds. "Only you, Takumi, may ever call me 'Ryo'
without retribution." It seemed easy, yes, to have made it this far
without difficulty, but the real test would come when the moon gave way to the
sun. Until then, Ryousuke intended the moon to rule all.
The firm flesh that rippled
mildly with the strength of the muscle hidden beneath warmed Ryousuke's hands
as he held Takumi in place. He wanted the young man well prepared for their
first time, and he intended to allow his own torment drag on just to make sure.
He gently worked Takumi's erection again, pulling enough fluid from his new
lover to coat his erection while his free hand unsnapped and unzipped his
jeans. He spared a quick moment to press them down before letting his hands
reclaim their former positions.
Easing the writhing body
closer to the hood took little difficulty, and he eased his body to align to
Takumi's. He bent lower, placing warm kisses against the back made more pallid
by the moon while he gently worked his erection deeper until it touched
Takumi's entrance. He eased himself within the first strong ring, feeling his
breath hitch wildly in anticipation. Slowly, inch by inch, he buried himself
within his new lover with great care. Warmth, such warmth greeted him that he
leaned his own head back to simply bask in the wondrous sensations.
"Please," Takumi
stammered. He could feel Ryousuke brush against something within him that
begged to be tortured more; something that he knew had barely awakened when
he'd been claimed by his former rival. He pressed himself against Ryousuke
without furthering the initial burst of intense pleasure and wanted to whine at
Ryousuke to hurry up.
"Patience, you must
have patience," Ryousuke managed. He ran his hands beneath Takumi's shirt
and massaged his back as he started with gentle thrusts. Takumi's legs spread
further to lower himself to a position that provided the maximum penetration.
Ryousuke smiled at the movement. "You learn quickly; but then I shouldn't
have expected anything less from you, my Takumi." The smile broadened at
the way Takumi's body shuddered under the claim.
He worked their bodies together,
in a quickening tempo that forced each to forget everything but the ecstasy
that pulsed through them. Takumi felt himself driven forward by each thrust
only to be caught by firm hands and pulled back again. The sound of their flesh
smacking together made his mouth water, and he groaned as each deep plunge into
his body brought about a pleasure he couldn't name. The pain in his erection
mattered little so long as Ryousuke impaled him again. The rhythm broke time
and time again, forcing Takumi to forget when the pleasure would strike the
hardest, and he cried out when it threatened to force his body to release. His
head dropped to the white hood, and he impulsively kissed it if he couldn't
kiss Ryousuke in that moment. His shirt had crumpled about his shoulders,
exposing his entire body to the cooler air, yet he knew it wasn't the cold that
brought on the intense shivers that claimed him. Oh yes, claimed him as he was
claimed from behind.
'Please,' he wanted to
utter, he wanted to moan, he wanted to cry out, 'Please, I need more, I want
more, don't ever stop!' His voice settled on an incoherent cry that Ryousuke
responded to with a low groan. More, yes, more, he wanted more even if it broke
him.
Ryousuke watched each
nuance of movement Takumi managed in the crouched position. He let their bodies
strike into each other repeatedly, trying to increase the intensity of pleasure
that was almost too much. His breath caught as he felt muscles tighten around
his erection, and he thrust deeply again, feeling their bodies collide with a
painful burst across his body. He pulled Takumi off the hood again, bending the
docile body to bury himself deeply again. His right hand left Takumi's hip to
slide down the smooth stomach. He gripped Takumi's erection, and slowed his movements,
making sure he didn't sacrifice the depth of his thrusts to work his hand
rapidly over Takumi's erection.
Like a malleable puppet in
his hands, Takumi took every pleasure that Ryousuke afforded him. His teeth
grit together painfully, and his breath felt hot and cold at the same time. He
grasped Ryousuke's hand and let it pump as well. Pleasure broke beyond
everything he'd expected, and he gasped as his body released in their hands.
Behind him, he felt Ryousuke's body shudder before he bent their bodies again
for one last hard thrust that sent them both onto the hood. Takumi's legs
folded, yet he managed to keep Ryousuke joined to him as he felt his body
filled.
Complete, joined, together,
Ryousuke released his hold on Takumi's hip to reach up and brush hair from
Takumi's cheek. He nuzzled the flesh moist with sweat with his lips as his body
slowed. If only words could describe what he wanted to say. They taunted the
tip of his tongue to attempt speaking them, yet he wouldn't fall prey to them.
Rather, he scooped Takumi up, holding the limp body against him to provide
warmth. And that was all he knew he needed to do. To pick up the young man when
he fell. Or to be his strength should he falter. And it wasn't that he thought
Takumi weak - oh, no, to do so would be both dangerous and demeaning.
"Are you alright,
Takumi?" Ryousuke whispered against Takumi's ear. His lover didn't answer
him with words, but a single nod. It wasn't much, but it was enough. Ryousuke
took his clean hand away to pull a handkerchief from his pocket
Takumi didn't exude the
aura of confidence that Ryousuke knew everyone saw of himself. But get Takumi
on the road and challenge him would bring out a beast that devoured all when
freed. Even tonight, Ryousuke knew he'd only glimpsed the surface of the lover
Takumi could be. Lovingly - could he say lovingly when it came to the young
driver? - he wiped his lover clean.
"Your car - your
hood-"
"It's not something
that you should worry about, Takumi. If anything should blemish it, it wouldn't
be by anything you'd done." He eased himself out of his lover's body,
delighting in the groan that wanted to be a moan of pleasure mixed with
disappointment. He found Takumi's clothes, thankful the wind hadn't been
stronger to blow them out of sight. The two dressed in silence, and Takumi
found himself helpless not to mirror the other man's satisfied grin.
Ryousuke walked him back to
his car and opened the door for him. With an understanding of their feelings,
Ryousuke felt the finer points could be worked out later. He was simply sated
and tired. The thought of the long drive back home was a bit daunting, but he
was glad Takumi didn't have as far to go.
"You'll be okay
driving, right?"
Takumi nodded. "Yeah,
I should be fine. As long as I can make it back in time to do the morning run,
there shouldn't be a problem."
"Good," Ryousuke
grinned. "In that case, I'm going to take my leave of you and get home for
some sleep." He pulled Takumi in a loose embrace and kissed the top of
Takumi's forehead. He knew he didn't have to say it, but he couldn't help
himself. "Be careful, okay?" He started to walk away when he noticed
Takumi hadn't moved to get into his car.
"Ryousuke, what did
you call me here to talk about? We didn't really... talk..."
Shocked, Ryousuke whirled
around, his heart hammering wildly in his chest. "What? Takumi, I -"
"We should have these
talks more often," Takumi smiled as he climbed into his car. A moment
later the engine roared to life and Takumi eased away from the still sputtering
Ryousuke.
When the taillights had
disappeared over the lip of the downhill run, Ryousuke finally found his voice.
He laughed, surprised that Takumi could best him by simply being Takumi. He ran
to his car, giving the remaining stain a cursory swipe with the rag before he
gave up and dove behind the driver's seat. Takumi had gotten a head start on
him, but he would do his damnedest to catch up to his lover before he headed
home. As his tires squealed and his car tore into the curves, he had to smile.
He sat behind the wheel of his first real love, and had claimed his first true
love upon it. Racing, he thought as he cleared another corner. Sometimes, it
was just about the racing. Of one's heart, one's car, and one's body.

*just because it comes from the mind of a wacko, doesn't necessarily mean it's
insane*
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