Initial D Fan Fiction ❯ The Cloudburst ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Shuichi Shigeno and Kodansha.

Notes: This piece is inspired by a sex scene in Jude Deveraux's "Velvet Song", and also a little bit by Kristi Brownfield's "Obsession."

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The bolt of lightning and harsh clap of thunder startled Keisuke from his comfy place on the couch, causing him to drop his car magazine. Man, that practically had to be on top of their house. He knew there was something you did to figure out how far away lightning was, where you counted "one-one-thousand, two-one-thousand" and if the thunder came at ten-one-thousand, the lightning was ten kilometers away-or was it a hundred meters away? He couldn't remember.

He got up from the couch to refill his bowl of soup, and as he looked out the kitchen window he noticed that the rain was coming down harder than ever. Lightning strikes seemed to come every three seconds, and thunder was a constant dull roar.

Aniki's probably having a real fun time driving home, Keisuke chuckled to himself.

He came back to sit down on the couch and groped around for the TV remote, hoping to turn on the weather and watch the report of the super-typhoon that was no doubt blowing its way through Takasaki City at this moment. Just as he pushed the "on" button, though, the doorbell chimed, Ding-a-ling-a-ling, in a frantic repeating rhythm.

Keisuke punched the "off" button, jumped up from the couch, and ran to the door. As he opened it, there stood his older brother, looking literally like a drowned rat, with his hair flying in crazy directions, and his clothes soaked to the bone. He was also holding his nose.

"Aniki!" said Keisuke as Ryousuke brushed past him, kicked off his shoes, and put his laptop case on the ground. "What happened?"

"I fell dowd od by dose."

"What?"

"I fell down on my nose. It's bleeding," said Ryousuke from the bathroom, having let go of his nose. "You won't believe this, but I slipped and fell flat on my face."

"Oh, aniki! ... I'm sorry." Keisuke tried hard to make his fits of laughter inaudible. His graceful older brother, stumbling and falling so easily, and looking so undignified like that... He picked up one of Ryousuke's shoes and turned it upside down. A small stream of water ran out.

"I'll hab ta treat dose shoes agaid," said Ryousuke, pinching his nose again.

"Wow, you really got buckets dumped on you!" said Keisuke over another loud clap of thunder. "Does your nose hurt?"

"Yes. Very."

"Why didn't you come in through the garage?"

"Door opeder's dead."

"Huh?"

"The door opener's dead," said Ryousuke, releasing his nose again. "I think the batteries ran out."

"Oh... poor you... getting stuck in the rain like that..." The younger Takahashi was still trying not to giggle.

"Well, at least I'm inside. It's just not letting up out there," Ryousuke said as he came out of the bathroom, running a hand through his dishevelled hair.

Keisuke froze. On first impression, his brother looked like a drowned rat. On second impression, though... he looked like something else entirely.

"There. I think it's finally stopped bleeding. Can you save me some dinner, Keisuke? I've got to take a shower." Ryousuke bent down, grabbed his laptop case off the floor, pushed his shoes next to the doorjamb with his foot, and trudged upstairs.

Keisuke, meanwhile, slunk back to the couch, grappling with some most inappropriate thoughts. The laptop case was waterproof; his brother's clothes certainly weren't. The rain had made his white dress shirt almost transparent and clinging tightly to his chest, showing the outlines of some pretty nicely defined muscles, and two very hard, pointed nipples. And when he'd bent over to pick up his laptop... oooooh. He wondered if his aniki knew he had a perfect ass.

Still, this was his brother. Keisuke had always known his brother was good-looking, but it was quite another thing to actually be turned on by him. Besides, at the moment they were both rather... well, disinclined to acting on any attraction they might feel for each other. He, Keisuke, was still playing the field--he'd had his share of both girls and guys, and he liked things just the way they were for now. As for his brother--he wasn't sure Ryousuke was interested in dating at all.

Still, Keisuke had to admit he'd been very much turned on.

The clincher, though, was how his brother's hair looked all rumpled--he looked a bit more like Keisuke himself, but with dark brown spikes instead of blond. Keisuke thought it rather suited him. It made him seem a bit more human; even aniki can be a klutz sometimes.

The noise of the rain on the roof then started to taper off, just as the water inside began running. Keisuke tried to fight the mental image coming on of Ryousuke in the shower, his hands rubbing soap into a rich lather on his arms, shoulders, and chest; the streams of water and soapsuds running down his abdomen and thighs. Keisuke groaned and shifted one leg over the other, in battle with the growing bulge in his cargo pants. That was it; he needed to get out of the house for a while, and find a road dry enough to drive on. Takasaki may have been drenched, but Akagi might still be dry--that was just how cloudbursts were. He gulped down the rest of his soup, took his bowl out to the kitchen sink, snatched his keys and wallet off the counter, and headed out to the garage.

About three hours later, the rain had long since stopped, but the ground was still damp and the air was heavy with the green, mossy scent so common after a storm. Keisuke's ardor was also very much doused, and he thought nothing of it as he pulled his FD into the garage. As he eyed his brother's FC, still sitting in the driveway, he wondered if he should put it inside for him. The only trouble was, where did Ryousuke put his keys? His brother would be up in his room by now, either studying or sleeping; he would just have to go up there and ask.

"Aniki?" Keisuke asked as he turned the knob of Ryousuke's door. "Where are your keys?" The door opened to reveal a darkened room and an already asleep Ryousuke. He couldn't have been sleeping for too long, though. With this thought in mind, Keisuke sneaked over to the side of the bed, whispering, "Aniki? Can I put your car in the garage?" He reached over to shake his brother just awake enough to give him an answer.

His hand touched Ryousuke's forehead-- and found it to be awfully warm. Too warm.

Keisuke drew back in surprise. "Aniki? You're burning up!" He reached out to touch his brother's face again. Ryousuke stirred slightly and moaned.

"Tires... tires..."

"Your tires are okay, aniki."

"Tires are wearing down. Must... back... off..."

"Aniki, you're dreaming. Let me get you something cool." Keisuke left the bedside and dashed off to the bathroom, where he found a washcloth and ran it under cold water. His brother, even though he'd gotten completely drenched, hadn't really been out in the rain that long. How could he have gotten a fever?

He hurried back with the wet washcloth and laid it gently over his brother's forehead. "The 86... his tires are fine..." said Ryousuke in a breathy voice.

"Aniki," said Keisuke, shaking him. "Aniki, wake up. You're having a nightmare. Wake up."

Just then, Ryousuke's hand gripped Keisuke's firmly and pulled it closer, dragging the rest of Keisuke along. He cracked open his eyes and Keisuke saw an odd glint in their dark, half-lidded depths. Keisuke opened his mouth to ask what was going on, but the words never formed, for Ryousuke pulled Keisuke close to him and crushed their mouths together.

Keisuke lost all sense of who and where he was as soon as his lips touched his aniki's; all he felt was a warm, giddy tingle right in the center of his solar plexus. Ryousuke suckled one lip and then the other, back and forth, and made circles over Keisuke's mouth with a sweet pressure. When he let his tongue invade, Keisuke felt himself moan from deep in his throat, letting his own tongue twist and twine in response, tasting Ryousuke thoroughly.

Ryousuke then placed a hand behind Keisuke's neck, edging his younger brother even deeper into the kiss. The tingle deep within Keisuke's body intensified, and he found himself putting more firmness into his lips, and scrambling to pull off Ryousuke's pajama top. Ryousuke was making it difficult for Keisuke to undress him, though, running his hands down the blond's back and moving the searing kisses to his neck. Keisuke threw his head back, fully exposing his throat, which Ryousuke turned his attentions to as he pressed their chests together. Keisuke gasped at the sensation of nibbling teeth at his neck, as well as the heat of his brother's skin through their layers of clothing.

Ryousuke then sank his teeth in at a certain spot on Keisuke's throat, and sucked hungrily. The groan from his brother's lips made him chuckle. He trailed his hot, open mouth down the hollow of Keisuke's throat to his collarbone, and Keisuke struggled more frantically than ever to rip the pajama top off. This time, Ryousuke let his brother succeed; the wet washcloth slid off his forehead and wrapped up in the garment.

Keisuke's mouth watered as he took in what lay before him. It was just as tempting as the clinging, wet shirt had promised-- actually, even more, for the feverish heat emanating from Ryousuke's skin was warming Keisuke's hands, and his lips as well when he pressed them to one of those well-defined muscles. His hands squeezed, stroked and caressed every inch of Ryousuke's chest, releasing vapors of heat and the scent of cocoa butter and almonds, his aniki's favorite soap. Maybe he got off on the scent himself, which was why he always used it.

His hands brushed over Ryousuke's nipples back and forth, gradually roughening until they were as hard and pointed as they had been earlier. In one swift motion, Keisuke sucked a nipple into his mouth, circling the other with his thumb.

Ryousuke ran shaking fingers through his brother's hair, gasping. Keisuke moved to the other nipple, and Ryousuke gritted his teeth… finally saying, with choked words: "H... harder. Keisuke..."

Keisuke did as his was told, taking in a whole mouthful of his brother's chest, suckling like a man dying of thirst, raking his nails over the first nipple. When he switched sides a moment later, Ryousuke let out a completely unrecognizable sound-- somewhere between a purr, a growl, and a harsh cry. Keisuke opened his eyes, and looked into the eyes of a wild animal-- blazing, and with pupils dilated.

Ryousuke made short work of Keisuke's clothes, stripping his brother naked with just a few deft movements before slipping out of his own pajama pants and boxers. His hands coasted down Keisuke's sides to cup his ass, and he chuckled again as he noticed his brother's growing erection.

"Yes," he whispered as he maneuvered their bodies into a more comfortable position, placing the kneeling Keisuke between his open thighs, their arousals lying just inches from each other. He ran his hands all over his brother's back, sides and abdomen; always returning to his ass, squeezing, kneading and exploring between the cheeks.

After a few minutes of this, Keisuke's skin was as hot as his aniki's, and his head was swimming. This was better, this was much more than he'd been wishing for when he'd struggled to control himself earlier. How had Ryousuke known how much he'd wanted this? Somehow, his brother had found out-- and he had more than delivered; but that thought immediately became forgotten as he saw Ryousuke's head swoop up, teeth capturing his own nipple.

Keisuke threw his head back and screamed. Then, a flash of achingly silky sensation-- and another laugh rumbled from Ryousuke's throat as he rolled his hips and rubbed their erections together again, his mouth still devouring Keisuke's chest.

Keisuke screamed again when he felt Ryousuke slip a finger into him. Never had he imagined that his own brother would be doing this to him, and he froze, trying to make sense of the intrusion. It was brand new, a shock... and quite pleasant, but still, something was missing.

"Aniki... aniki... let me get in that drawer," Keisuke heard himself growl, stretching toward the drawer of the nightstand.

Ryousuke complied, removing his finger. Keisuke scuffled around in the drawer for a moment, finally returning with a tube of lubricant. He squeezed some onto the finger, and Ryousuke nodded as he slipped it back inside. He made circles with it, massaging, loosening, and Keisuke gasped. Ryousuke then squeezed more lube onto another finger, and slipped it in alongside the first. Keisuke's vocalizations were reduced to helpless gurgles, especially when his brother found a certain place inside him that made him clamp down reflexively on those fingers, and his temperature shoot up another notch.

Satisfied, Ryousuke positioned his erection against Keisuke's entrance, and slowly, very slowly, eased into the tight body above him. Fully sheathed, he bared his teeth, hot breaths bursting from him as he paused to give them both time to adjust.

It was Keisuke who started moving, demanding that the arousal buried inside him touch that wonderful, pleasurable place again, and he rocked back and forth, making their bodies twitch. Ryousuke's hands cupped his ass again and started moving him in a more fluid, controlled rhythm. They gradually came to move their hips in circles; at one point of each circle Keisuke's pleasure point was stimulated, and he shivered as he plunged fully into the rhythm, riding a wave over and over again.

Ryousuke watched his brother closely for signs of imminent climax. When he saw Keisuke above him suddenly slacken his jaw and roll his eyes upward, that was the signal and he rolled them over, pinning Keisuke beneath him, pulling back and slamming home full force. Keisuke cried out, releasing against his aniki's stomach.
A few more of these powerful thrusts wrenched Ryousuke's orgasm from him, and he let loose his own hoarse cry as he exploded within Keisuke's body. He snuggled between his brother's thighs, laying his head on the broad chest below him, letting his breathing slow down as he gradually softened and slipped out.

Keisuke, meanwhile, was full of curiosity. Obviously his brother was far more experienced than he'd previously thought. Where did he pick it up? Fujiwara? Sudou from Emperor? Some horny classmate or, God forbid, some horny professor?

He then shook the questions out of his head. What did it matter where Ryousuke got his skills; he had been been able to experience them firsthand and nothing would ever take that away from him.

"Hey, aniki?" he suddenly whispered.

"What?"

"Thank you."

Ryousuke looked into his eyes and smiled softly. "You're welcome."

Keisuke then gave his brother a sloppy wet kiss on the nose. Ryousuke wrinkled his forehead.

"Does it still hurt?"

"A little. Just a little."

"I'm glad I made it better." Keisuke, grinning, folded his arms around his brother and quickly fell asleep.

== THE END ==