Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THEM! I would love to, if only for the delicious smut they would partake in each time I asked. There's nothing like snapping your fingers and watching two men boink. -laughs-

Notes: This is a fic that I've had in mind for a little while now. Takeshi and Shingo (because of help (persuasion) from a reviewer friend of mine) have become a serious pairing in my mind. I adore their canon love/hate relationship, their respect for each other while driving and that 'don't stand so close to me' attitude they always seem to portray. This is actually a side story to my other Initial D fic, Secrets Between Brothers. Though they're never mentioned in Secrets, it's a given that they're around somewhere. I'll tie this fic in with Secrets eventually, so there won't be any flames telling me that 'it doesn't fit anywhere and it can't be a side story'. -laughs- Just let me do my thing people. Btw, this is set during the same timeline as Secrets, so basically after fourth stage and still during Project D's battles. Noone really knows whether Fifth stage even exists or not, so let's just say post Fourth.

This is the first chapter mind you, and it's a bit longer than my normal work. I had a bit of set up to do and it started writing itself, hopefully to some degree of merit. I'm not sure how long the story will get but rest assured, it'll be a few chapters anyway.

Warnings: None yet. Yaoi, adult humour, swearing, the usual Shingo fare. Takeshi's just along for the ride. -snicker-

Nakazato Takeshi sat in the encompassing silence of his apartment, waiting to hear something, anything, that would tell him that his loudmouthed teammate had arrived. He sighed loudly and tipped his chair back to get a better view out of the second storey window, seeing only his own reflection in the tempered glass.

"Where the hell is he? Damn, we're gonna be late now. If it's not one thing it's anoth.."

He suddenly tilted his head towards the road and held his breath, a grin spreading across his face. It was no doubt the sound of a well maintained Honda, its headlights immediately lighting the place where he sat as it climbed the gentle slope of his driveway, parking in the most available spot, two places to the left of his own beloved vehicle. Heaving another heavy sigh, the GT-R driver hefted himself from the comfortable recliner and picked up his keys and wallet, stuffing both into the right back pocket before locking the apartment door and heading down the small flight of stairs to the front doors.

The raven haired driver lifted his right hand in a quick wave as the other returned it with his middle finger raised on the same hand, sticking his tongue out comically as he sat down against the hood of the red EG6.

"You're late. I said nine o'clock, not nine thirty. We're gonna have to boot it to get there in time."

"Fuck you too, Takeshi. Like you've never been late in your life." The long haired downhiller took a drag of his cigarette and tossed the tiny stub into the grass, right away stomping it out with a heavy thud of his sneaker.

"So what's the deal? Are we going in two cars or one tonight? The gas prices are killing me and it's not even gonna be much of a battle anyway. Kyoichi's dealt with him before and won. It's probably Seiji's turn to drive."

"Regardless. We'll take mine, if only to get a good run in on the downhill after they're finished. I don't expect you to show up here only to drive off on your own. Speaking of which, get in the damn car. We're even more late now."

He unlocked his door and slid into the well worn bucket seat, quickly flicking the tab on his door to open the passenger side, the dark car roaring to life as he turned it over, his seatbelt already on as he went through his routine. The bright eyed youth drove the Nissan hard as he headed for the highway, knowing that it'd be a good twenty minutes before they reached Irohazaka, the mountain already looming in the distance as they passed car after car of road weary travellers.

A flick of the wrist and the Skyline dodged to the right side, bypassing a slow moving delivery truck and nearly clipping a minivan filled with a large amount of people, Takeshi's eyes set on the destination as he turned his signal on to get off of the unusually busy roadway. It was only a kilometre or so to the mountain from there and once waved on by the first checkpoint, he flew up the winding road to the gallery they frequented, the lack of cars telling them that it would be another quiet night.

"Only one car. Looks like some nobody. I've never seen it before."

Shingo nodded and peered out of the tinted glass, squinting slightly to check the machine out, noticing that it was just a green Silvia, nothing to worry about. He'd never seen it before and by the looks of the deserted area, its owner had either left it for the night or had moved up the road to a better vantage point.

"Park here, Takeshi. Then we can stand on this side of the guardrail. Last time we nearly got creamed when Kyoichi came around that far corner.."

"Hai, I remember."

They left the car behind, locked of course, and settled in the long grass beside the light standard, not far from the lot but far enough so that they had an uninterrupted view of the coming road, two cans of hot coffee for each of them as they passed the single vending machine beside the small outbuilding. Shingo cracked his open first and took a long swig of it, smacking his lips afterwards as he noisily trampled a flat space in the heavy foliage, Takeshi doing the same but with less ardour, simply content to flatten it while pacing.

"Shouldn't be long now. I can hear the galleries talking but there aren't any shouts or cheers yet."

Shingo snorted and tossed his head back, finishing off his coffee and shuffling himself to the garbage can where he tossed it inside and returned to his flattened space.

"I know it won't take long. If Seiji's anything like he used to be, chances are he'll lose."

"Mmhmm. I guess you're right.."

The long haired Honda driver snuck a peek at his longtime friend from the corner of his eye and smirked, his eyes scanning over the man's lean form and the way he stood so lithesomely with the can in his hand, juxtaposed against the ambient light of the parking lot. He shuffled himself a bit closer before halting suddenly, the dark eyes of the Skyline master peering at him causing him to cease his advance.

"Oi, Shingo. Don't make me tell you again.."

"Ahh, I know, I know. Someone will think we're 'good friends' again huh? You're so predictable, Takeshi. I was just...trying to get a better look at you."

"Nani? You know what I look like. We've only been friends since middleschool. What brought this on?"

The other man sputtered before turning his head, a blush creeping up his neck from the collar of his shirt, its red colour matching that of the bright clothing.

"N..nothing!"

Takeshi squinted at the moody driver and shrugged, turning away from him as he peered up the road, the loud cheers of the upper galleries telling them that the race had started, the telltale sound of two cars locked in a vicious dogfight steadily growing louder just before they tore around the blind corner infront of the two spectators.

"Oh! Seiji's out in front! That two-forty can't even keep up!"

"Look at that tight drift! The tail end's only two centimetres from the guardrail!"

The two cars veered out of sight as they descended the next curve, taking the downward hill with a screeching of tires and a thumping of suspensions. The two drivers followed the battling machines as they disappeared into the trees, both of them crossing their arms over their chests as they nodded cheerfully.

"Seiji's lucky he had a weak opponent tonight. If he lost, he'd get the shit kicked out of himself. Kyoichi's not too gentle when it comes to failure on his own team."

"Neither am I, Shingo. I still remember you blubbering to me about your battle that night. You were more upset about reporting to me than you were about the car itself." He chuckled a bit and levelled a dark smirk at the long haired driver. "You told me you'd do anything to make it up. Anything to take that insane thought from your mind just before you hit the rail."

The Honda specialist chuffed indignantly but blushed all the same, turning away so the Night Kids team leader wouldn't see him as such.

"A..ano, I was just trying to get out of being in trouble. I didn't mean anything by it. Really."

Takeshi slipped over to stand alongside the other, his hands falling from his chest to slither around Shingo's waist, pulling the shorter man against himself, his hands settling above the slight curve of the EG6 driver's ass.

"Are you sure that you didn't mean anything? I mean, we are alone as long as that Silvia's owner doesn't come back..."

"Ehh! What're you doing, Takeshi! Lemme go. I..I don't want you touching me.."

The short haired driver laughed and nuzzled under Shingo's chin, almost daring him to fight back.

"I think it's pretty damn obvious what I'm doing. Don't tell me you have a conscience now. You promised me anything, Shouji. You've never gone back on your word before.."

"Oh for fucks sake. Ok, ok, I give."

"Nani? You give? You give what?"

"I'm trying to say you win, asshole. You found me out. Though I'm pretty fucking pissed that you even remembered that promise. I wasn't exactly in the best of moods at the time."

Takeshi smirked again and stood back a bit, his hands slowly sliding from the other's warm body.

"Am I wrong to assume that you want me? God, what a fucked up question. I'm asking my teammate if he loves me."

"I don't love you really. I just kinda...want you. It's not like I want to pick out curtains and shit. It's a fascination, I guess. Ever since watching you race the younger Takahashi brat. You were so, I dunno, proud. Even though you lost. It was admirable, Takeshi."

"Admirable?" The GT-R driver laughed loudly and shook his head. "Are you even the Shingo I know anymore? I figured that you'd have hit me by now. I never expected you to be serious about promising me whatever I wanted."

Shingo lifted his arms to the other's shoulders and gave him a hard shove, pushing him back against the light standard, stepping up with one leg cemented between Takeshi's legs and the other on the outside, effectively pinning him in place for the time being.

"Fuck whatever you wanted. I wasn't about to let you take me, if that's what you were thinking. If this is gonna be a more than one time thing, we have to set some rules.

Rule one: I'm on top. Always. I will never be your bitch, Takeshi. So get that through your thick skull right now. Rule two: We don't ever tell anyone about this. Both of us are too well known for it to leak out."

"Is that all, Master? And besides, what makes you think I wanted to fuck you? I'm not a slut, Shouji."

"I didn't say you were. And just for that little remark, I'm adding a third and final rule. No laughing while we're doing anything either."

"Laughing? Why the hell would I laugh while I'm being fucked? You're an idiot, Shingo."

"I don't want to think that I'm doing something wrong, or weird. Just don't laugh. Ok?"

"Hai, hai, fine."

The moment his last word left his lips, Takeshi found them occupied in a more interesting way, Shingo's tongue gently skirting over them before plunging inside, his hands finding their way around the Skyline driver's waist this time, a soft growl leaving the man's lips as those hands slipped inside the painted on black jeans.

The young Nakazato peeked around Shingo's head for a moment to ensure that they were still alone and unabashedly threw himself in to kissing the other man silly, his arms lifting to wind around the other's neck, each hand holding a fistful of the silky brown hair with the entire length of their bodies pressed together before each pulled away and blinked curiously.

"That was..."

"...nice."

"Heh. I'm only gonna ask you once, Takeshi. Do you really wanna get involved with me? I'm a bit of a wildcard, as you well know."

"Hai, I know. I'd rather be with you than Kyoichi. He's supposedly into guys too."

The long haired driver blinked again and gave a long stare afterwards, his jaw hanging open slightly as he squeezed the Skyline owner's ass wickedly.

"Fuck no. You're lying! I mean, he's so...straight looking. You know what I mean. All macho and built. A commanding presence that any chick would drool over."

"Yeah, and they do drool over him. But honestly, he's into guys. Haven't you ever noticed it before? He's constantly with Seiji or on the phone to Takahashi Ryosuke. I remember hearing something about him and Ryosuke when I was in the gallery during his battle with the eight-six. There were whispers all around about he and Ryosuke were fuck buddies. Like, from way back or something."

The Night Kids driver #2 grinned in the amber light and gave the taller man a wicked glare.

"Do you think we're hidden enough here or should we take this back to your place? The race has got to be finished by now. I can hear cars starting up again."

"Yeah, let's go back. I can't stand leaning against this tree anymore. I think there are ants in my hair.."

"And you have so little hair for them to roost in too. Honestly, what the fuck's up with those bangs, Nakazato? Trying to go for the hidden zits look or what?"

Shingo earned himself a swat from the chuckling Nissan driver before they both exited the trampled spot and headed for the car, Shingo's eyes following the rounded curve of Takeshi's ass right up until he moved to get into the warm interior, silently slipping on his seatbelt and keeping both eyes on the object of his soon to be affections.

"Do we need to make any stops, Takeshi? Supplies maybe?"

"Supplies? I doubt we'll need anything more than the usual. I've got enough supplies to last a while, don't worry."

"You mean like...sex stuff right?"

"Of course."

"I thought you said you weren't a slut, Takeshi. Did you lie to me?"

The R32 driver grinned and turned a mischievious smile towards the EG6 owner, immediately giving him his answer. The shocked look and subsequent laughter from his teammate giving them both settling feeling.

"Fuck, I knew it! You're a goddamn whore, Nakazato!"