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Title: Speed -> Ecstasy
Fandom: Mirage of Blaze
Pairings: Light Naoe/Takaya, Chiaki/Yuzuru
Genre: Silly like whoa, I'm almost ashamed to have perpetrated this. XD
Word Count: 1,480
Notes: Birthday fic for corialis, 2007. First fic of the year! (Actually, I wrote an Avatar fic on the 4th, but I haven't posted it yet, so it doesn't count.) A little belated, but not too bad considering for about two weeks I completely lost all ability to write and only got it back two days ago. Er. Inspired by a scene in book 3 where Chiaki picks Yuzuru up in his car and Morino literally prays, "PLEASE GOD, DO NOT LET NARITA-KUN GET AIDS!" (I choked on air) and a bit in book 5 where Takaya has reluctantly agreed to get in a car driven by Chiaki. You don't need to have read the books for this to make sense.
Summary: Takaya should have known to expect this.
The only reason he was in this car right now speeding towards his doom, Takaya thought bitterly, was Yuzuru and his thing for fast cars.
There was no goddamn way Takaya was going to get into a car driven by Chiaki for any reason, but it was hard to maintain that conviction when faced with Yuzuru's honest bewilderment.
"Eh? Chiaki's a perfectly good driver," Yuzuru had said. Except for the bit where he went at a hundred and forty fucking kilometres per hour! Why had Takaya listened to Yuzuru? Why, why? He knew what Yuzuru was like with things that went fast. He should have seen this coming.
Of course, then he wouldn't have air-conditioning and he'd be sweltering on trains in the disgusting Nara heat with a lot more than just Chiaki's sarcasm for company, but that was preferable to dying in an explosive car crash or of a heart attack from vividly imagining he would. Probably.
And all this because Chiaki had driven Yuzuru to Sendai that one time.
Why did they even get on? It was beyond Takaya's understanding. Chiaki was a completely obnoxious and sadistic jerk. And okay, yeah, Yuzuru was friends with him, but he was just rude. Chiaki was like… the devil incarnate.
All right, so maybe that was a slight exaggeration. The point remained! It defied all logic!
Which made Takaya wonder what the hell they talked about, anyway.
Chiaki and Yuzuru had been preoccupied by imminent disaster on the way to Sendai, of course, not to mention the deal they'd made that Chiaki would tell Yuzuru what was going on in exchange for Yuzuru's cooperation with the Yami Sengoku. There hadn't been time to discuss anything else.
On the way back, however, there had been all the time in the world, and they'd taken advantage of that to trade embarrassing stories about Takaya for embarrassing stories about Kagetora.
Not that Chiaki drove any slower. In fact, he may have driven even faster. And taken somewhat of a detour, because driving nice cars fast was awesome and Yuzuru was apparently on Chiaki's wavelength on that.
They'd driven in silence for a while, just enjoying the speed, and Chiaki had glanced over at Yuzuru, smirking lightly. "So, having fun?"
"I like fast cars," Yuzuru had said breathlessly, hair mussed and eyes shining with the adrenalin rush. "They vibrate."
And he'd grinned at Chiaki with a look that was uncharacteristically coy, and added, "Let's pull over for a bit."
Well, that was as good as an invitation, really, and from the happy and enthusiastic way Yuzuru allowed Chiaki to snap his seat back to horizontal and stick his tongue down Yuzuru's throat, evidently he'd agreed.
What? Chiaki was keeping an eye on him. It was just a very close eye.
Had Takaya known what they used their time together for-- or had he logically deduced that they probably talked about him, even not knowing the rest-- he would have felt a lot more freaked out than he already did.
Ignorance was bliss, at least for as long as it lasted, which was only until Chiaki smirked at him suggestively and said, "What's the matter, Kagetora? Fast cars don't do it for you?"
Takaya glowered back at him. "Either you're joking," he said sourly, "or you are sick in the head. Keep your eyes on the road and slow the fuck down!"
"And here I was thinking you were less straight-laced than you used to be," Chiaki commented, tapping the steering wheel lightly with his fingers in time to the tape player. "Silly me. You're missing out, you know, this car is remarkably well designed for screwing around in."
"I don't care," Takaya snapped, shooting him a disgusted and rather disgruntled glare. "Unlike some people, I don't get turned on by speeding towards imminent fiery death."
Chiaki sniggered. Takaya wondered what he'd said that was so funny. Then he thought about what Yuzuru had said about Chiaki being a good driver, and about Yuzuru and speeding cars in general.
The penny dropped.
"Oh my god, where I'm sitting?" Takaya exclaimed in horror. "Tell me you didn't-- fuck!"
"Sorry," Chiaki said, smug and not at all contrite. "But that's exactly what we did."
"There are no words for how much I hate you right now," Takaya hissed, pressing against the passenger door as though trying to escape from Chiaki, Chiaki's speeding or the imagined contagion of the seat in which he was sitting. "I hate you so freaking much."
"But not Narita?"
"Yuzuru is obviously insane and misguided," Takaya said firmly, apparently not troubled by the incredible hypocrisy innate in that simple statement, and glared at Chiaki. "And he has worse judgement than I thought."
"That would explain why he's friends with you, then," Chiaki shot back, amused, and Takaya slouched down in his chair, arms crossed over his chest.
"Yeah, exactly," he muttered.
"Then again, I'm not surprised that you wouldn't be interested," Chiaki said, with evil enjoyment. "Narita did say you have a crush on Naoe that's bigger than China."
Takaya's head snapped back to stare at him in horrified shock.
"What? That's-- he wouldn't-- I'm not-- shut up! I do not!"
That was one of the most pathetic comebacks Chiaki had heard in four centuries, and from the light flush staining Takaya's cheeks, he knew it. Methinks the man doth protest too much, Chiaki mused, and Takaya's defensiveness suggested he'd struck a nerve. Thank you, Narita Yuzuru.
"There's no point yelling at me," Chiaki said reasonably, though internally he was warring between laughing hysterically and wondering what the fallout would be when Takaya learned about the Naoe Situation, which was well-deserving of the mental capital letters. "I'm merely relaying what Narita said."
Takaya didn't respond to that, either because he thought it was beneath him or because he couldn't think of anything to say. Since retorting was almost never beneath Takaya, it was presumably the latter.
"Though that does make me wonder," Chiaki continued after a moment, half morbid curiosity and half nefarious mischief, "if you would be so against the idea of sex in fast cars if it were with Naoe."
The slightly over-long pause and the red flooding Takaya's cheeks before he scowled and snapped angrily, "I told you, I don't even like insane speeding!" suggested Chiaki had hit jackpot.
Oh, this was going to be good.
"But you do like cars," Chiaki pointed out smugly. "Especially nice, expensive cars. Like the nice expensive cars Naoe drives around in all the time."
"Nguh," Takaya said faintly, eyes glazing over briefly before he managed to shake himself out of it, hunching in on himself as if that would protect him from Chiaki's mocking. "Just… shut up and drive, moron."
"I am driving," Chiaki said, utterly irrepressible in his sadistic good mood, and swerved left suddenly, making Takaya swear loudly and cling tighter to the car door. "So that's a definite no, then?"
"Yes, that's a fucking no!"
As inconvenient as the whole amnesia thing was, Chiaki had to admit Takaya was a lot more fun to mess around with than Kagetora had ever been. He was more impulsive and easily riled, which made mocking him a lot more rewarding as a pursuit.
Plus, aside from the eventual possibility that his true nature would threaten the six worlds, Narita Yuzuru was what one might call an added bonus. Not just from the perspective of the sex and the appreciation of fast cars, as nice as those were. No, he had all the dirt on Takaya, who may have been Kagetora but didn't act like him, and that was what made this teasing possible.
This was more fun than Chiaki had had in years.
"Pity, I'll have to tell Narita that you're too hung up on Naoe to be interested in that threesome," he said, casually deadpan, just to provoke his long-suffering passenger one more time before he gave it a rest. Obviously there wasn't a grain of truth to what he was saying-- he didn't really want to be slaughtered brutally by Naoe, thank you all the same-- but it was worth it if only to hear Takaya choking on air. He just made it so easy, it was impossible to resist.
"If you weren't driving I would kill you, right now," Takaya growled.
"Whatever," Chiaki said, unfairly cheerful, and pushed his foot down on the accelerator. "Wanna try for 150?"
Hyperventilating, Takaya flattened himself against the seat, one hand clutching the door and eyes wide with terror as Chiaki sped up even further.
"OH MY GOD, YOU MANIAC, ARE YOU TRYING TO FUCKING KILL US?" he shrieked, and Chiaki laughed, revelling in the combined joy of fast cars and fucking with Kagetora's head.
Yep, he thought smugly, as he swung a sharp curve and Takaya yelped, life was pretty damn good right now.