Author's Notes: Heh heh. This entire fic was just a big justification for me to write a bit about Takepon's family. Mizu no Ryu did a great job with coming up with a family for Shinpon, and that got me to thinking what Takepon's family would be like, and that's why Naoko was spawned. I don't know about you, but the thought of Takepon having a bossy older sister is very appealing to me. *evilgrins* Oh, and I wrote this as a gift for Mizu no Ryu, who got me into Initial D in the first place, and hase, the takepon-kitty. ^____^

The quiet and calm of the morning was shattered by the shrill sound of the ringing telephone. A bare arm snaked its way from under the cover of blankets and groped on the bedside table for the receiver.

"H'llo?" Takeshi growled, still mostly asleep.

"Take-chan? Did I wake you?" An insanely cheerful voice chirped into his ear.

Takeshi grunted into the phone, "What time is it?"

"It's almost 9 o'clock. What are you still doing in bed?"

"I had a late night."

He heard soft laughter over the phone, "Were you drinking?"

"A little," he admitted. Takeshi yawned, feeling his mind wake up a little more. "Oi, was there an actual reason for this call, or did you just want to torment me by waking me up early on a Sunday?"

"My, you're a grouch in the morning."

Takeshi grunted again and there was more laughter over the phone. "Are you busy next weekend?"

Rubbing at his eyes with his other hand, Takeshi furrowed his brow in thought, "I don't think so. Why?"

"We've finally managed to find a three-bedroom we can afford, but in order to get it, we have to move this weekend. Only thing is, Kouji's going to be away on a business trip by then, so I was hoping you could help me move, Take-chan."

He stopped rubbing at his eyes, "You did? How'd you manage that?"

"One of Kouji's co-workers is being transferred to Los Angeles, and we're taking over his lease."

"Can't you hire movers?"

"I could, but why should I? I've got you, don't I?"

Takeshi snorted and gave in, "Fine. Friday's no good, but I can help on Saturday and Sunday. What time do you want me at your place?"

"I'll have everything packed by then and have the moving truck reserved. I'll call later this week to let you know where and what time to pick it up." He could practically feel the smile over the phone. "Thanks, Take-chan."

"No problem."

"Bye, Take-chan. Love you."

"Love you, too," he responded automatically and pressed the button to hang up. Takeshi then tossed the phone on the bedside table and drew the covers back over his head, burying his face into the pillow. It had been a late night and a bit more sleep would not be amiss. There was movement behind him and an arm moved around his waist and pulled him against a warm body, lips nuzzling the back of his neck.

A sleep-roughened voice growled teasingly into his ear, "You cheating on me, Nakazato?"

Takeshi snorted and turned his head, opening his eyes to scowl at his lover, "Don't be an idiot, Shingo. You know I wouldn't do that kind of shit."

Callused fingers traced their way down his cheek and across his lips as Shingo smirked at him, "Yeah, I know. I was just teasing." The long-haired driver went back to nuzzling his neck. "Who was that?"

Takeshi hummed and leaned into the warmth of the long-haired driver behind him. "My older sister," he murmured, "she needs help moving next weekend."

Shingo moved back in surprise, "You have a sister?!"

* * * * * *

"You didn't have to come," Takeshi said as he carefully backed the moving van into the small parking space in front of his sister's apartment building.

Shingo grinned and unbuckled his seatbelt, "Oh, yes I did."

Muttering under his breath, Takeshi turned off the engine and scowled at the grinning EG-6 driver sitting in the passenger seat. Ever since Shingo had learned that he had a sister, he'd made a pest of himself trying to find out more about her, going so far as to volunteer himself for the move. Takeshi carefully hid a smirk as he thought of something. Knowing his sister, she'd have the long-haired driver working his ass off within minutes of being introduced and calling him by a nickname he couldn't stand.

"Take-chan!" A pretty young woman, noticeably pregnant, was at the apartment building's front entrance and waving her arms.

"Take-chan?" Shingo snickered.

Takeshi winced at his sister's nickname for him and glared at Shingo. "You breathe a word of this to anyone and I swear to heaven I'll beat your ass so hard you won't be able to sit for a week."

"Ooh, is that a promise?" Shingo leered.

"Shingo..." The GT-R driver warned.

Shingo waved an airy hand in dismissal and opened the door to get out. "Whatever, Take-chan."

"Fuck!" Takeshi swore and jerked open the door, slamming it shut behind him.

"Take-chan!" As soon as he turned around, the GT-R driver was embraced enthusiastically and pulled down for a kiss. His sister pulled away and smiled happily at him, "There wasn't any trouble picking up the truck, right?"

"No, no problem. How're you doing, nechan?"

Her smile grew softer as her hands went down to rest on her protruding abdomen, "I'm fine. The doctor says everything's all perfectly normal."

"That's good."

Takeshi linked his arm with his sister's and led her to the back of the truck, where Shingo was opening the doors to the trailer. "Nechan, I want you to meet a friend of mine, he came to help today. Oi! Shingo!"

The long-haired driver wiped his hands on his jeans and bowed. "Shouji Shingo, nice to meet you."

Takeshi's jaw almost dropped in surprise. The bad-tempered EG-6 driver was being polite. He checked the sky, but it didn't look like it was raining fire, so the world was not coming to an end. His sister beamed at Shingo. "I'm Take-chan's older sister, Murakawa Naoko. It's very nice to meet you, and thank you so much for offering to help."

"It's no problem, Murakawa-san."

Takeshi continued to gape at Shingo. The continued politeness of the other driver was just plain weird. Shingo caught the GT-R driver's eyes and mouthed, 'What?', lifting his brows in question. Takeshi shook his head and turned back to his sister, "All packed?"

Naoko nodded and led the way into her apartment, "Yep. All you boys need to do is take the heavier boxes and the furniture to the truck. Makoto and I will take care of the rest."

"Where is Makoto?"

"Finishing up his breakfast." Naoko poked Takeshi in his side, "You really should come visit more often. Makoto talks about you incessantly. It's always, 'Uncle Takeshi this' and 'Uncle Takeshi that'. If it weren't for the fact that I adore you just as much, I'd be jealous."

"I've been...busy lately. I'm sorry, nechan. I promise to try and visit more." He was glad that Shingo was slightly behind them so that the EG-6 driver couldn't see the slight blush spreading on his cheeks.

His sister laughed, "Don't apologize to me. I fully understand how busy a young man can be. Makoto's the one you'll have to convince."

Takeshi heard a muffled snicker behind him and gritted his teeth, turning his head to glare at Shingo. The EG-6 driver merely batted his lashes and blew a kiss. Takeshi sighed. It was going to be a long day.

* * * * * *

"Aw, fuck, I'm tired..." Shingo groaned as he collapsed facedown on the bed. "Damn, Nakazato, your sister's a slave-driver."

A tired chuckle was Takeshi's only answer. A moment later, Shingo felt the bed move as the GT-R driver flopped down beside him. He turned his head and pried one eye open to peer at Takeshi who had his eyes closed and his arms stretched above his head. During the course of the day, Shingo had seen a side of Takeshi that he hadn't even realized was there. Usually, the team leader of the NightKids tended to keep others at a distance, not letting anyone get past his defensive walls of sharp words and even sharper glares. For the most part, other people respected what they saw as Takeshi's wish for privacy and didn't try to breach those defenses, assuming that the GT-R driver was just another anti-social bastard like the rest of them.

The only one who had ever been able to get any sort of response out of the normally self-contained driver was Shingo, himself. He somehow knew all the buttons to press to get Takeshi to the point of true homicidal rage. Luckily for him, Takeshi always managed to get his psychotic impulses under control very quickly. When Shingo had discovered that pushing those same buttons in a slightly different manner caused Takeshi to respond in quite another way, the fun had really started.

That day, Shingo had watched, fascinated, as Takeshi had completely let down all his walls and defenses around his family. It hadn't been anything overt, the GT-R driver had still been the same sharp-tongued and short-tempered person he always was, but the edge had been taken off somehow. He didn't curse, for one thing. Then there was the fact that Takeshi had never once not done anything his sister told him, even if he was grumbling and complaining as he did so.

When a little boy had come bursting out of the apartment as Naoko had been unlocking the door, Takeshi's face and eyes had softened remarkably as he scooped up the small five year old boy into his arms and touched the boy's forehead with his. Seeing the completely open expression of love and affection on Takeshi's face had stopped Shingo in his tracks and he'd looked away in embarrassment, having felt as if he was intruding on such a seemingly intimate moment. His roving eyes had caught those of Naoko and she'd smiled at him.

"Let's go on inside and I'll get you some coffee as those two get reacquainted," she'd offered. Shingo had taken her up for it gratefully and followed her into the apartment.

Shingo rolled onto his side and reached out a hand to cup Takeshi's cheek and drew his face closer to press a light kiss on the GT-R driver's lips. "Thanks for letting me tag along today."

Takeshi snorted in amusement, "Like I could stop you."

"True," Shingo chuckled. "I like your sister."

"Even when she started calling you 'Shin-chan'?"

Shingo made a face. After the first few hours, Naoko had apparently felt comfortable enough around him to christen him with a nickname and he'd had no real choice but to accept it. It wasn't too bad of a nickname, even if it did bring to mind that damn hentai brat and his 'elephant dance'.

"I won't tell anyone if you don't, Take-chan."

Takeshi's lips curled into a smile, "You got a deal, Shouji."

"Knew you'd see it my way, Nakazato." Shingo smirked.

Takeshi yawned and stretched, arching his back off the bed and Shingo felt his mouth go dry as he eyed the lines of the GT-R driver's body through his clothes. Damn, but he was nice to look at. His new favorite past-time was fast becoming watching Takeshi in whatever he was doing, there was just something about the other man that made him want to keep track of him with his eyes. He blinked when Takeshi suddenly got up and padded to his dresser, opening it and retrieving a pair of clean silk boxers.

"Taking a shower?"

"Yeah, I feel dirty as hell and won't be able to sleep 'till I get cleaned up." Takeshi threw a grin over his shoulder. "Want to join me?"

Shingo snorted, "I'm too tired to move, Takeshi. I'm going to stay right here and loaf for a little bit longer."

Takeshi laughed softly, "Fine, suit yourself."

Shingo raised an arm and waved, "Will do."

Shaking his head, Takeshi pulled off his shirt and snagged his pajamas. Also silk. The man had a thing for silk, Shingo had noticed early on. Not that he was complaining, silk was awfully nice against the skin. The GT-R driver then disappeared into the bathroom and moments later Shingo could hear the shower start. His imagination easily brought up an image of the GT-R driver's lean body bared and braced under the shower, the water trailing down the lines of his chest, arms, and legs. He shifted uncomfortably as those thoughts managed to push his exhaustion into the background. A long, hot shower would feel nice - especially one that had Takeshi in it. Shingo grinned and got up.

* * * * * *

The first thing that Takeshi did when he got into the bathroom was to turn on the water to heat. If there was one thing he did *not* want to deal with tonight, it was the shock of cold water on his body. In the morning, when the shock helped to wake up his bleary mind, it was another story, but there was no need for it at the moment, so he took the time to make sure he wouldn't have to be subjected to it. He then stripped off the rest of his clothes and tossed them into the hamper next to the door. Sliding open the shower, he reached in a hand to check the temperature and then stepped in when he found the heat just as he liked it. Hot.

With a sigh, he stuck his head under the spray and felt the water drench his hair and start rinsing away the dirt and sweat he felt was caked on his body. The sensual feel of the water running down his skin was an indulgence he rarely allowed himself and he was fully intending to wallow in the hot water for as long as he could. Placing a hand against the tiles of the shower wall for balance, Takeshi lowered his head and reached up to change the setting on his shower head to 'massage', feeling the water start to pound rhythmically against the tight muscles in the back of his neck and shoulders.

Takeshi moaned in bliss. Fuck, but that felt good. He stood that way for several moments, feeling his muscles relaxing under the steady pounding. Without lifting his head, he raised his right arm and stretched it above his head, bending it at the elbow to hang behind his neck and moved the underside of his arm into the spray of the water. Earlier that day, he'd felt a twinge in his tricep and he used his other hand to trace and poke along the muscles, trying to find the spot and winced when he felt the momentary sharp lance of pain.

A smile spread on his lips as he remembered what had caused it. The look of utterly poleaxed consternation on Shingo's face as his sister had called his lover 'Shin-chan' for the first time was a memory he planned to cherish for a while. Even if it had caused Shingo to drop his end of the mattress they'd been carrying and made Takeshi strain his arm when he'd been left with the full weight of the damn thing. He continued to massage his muscle and then sighed as he felt the heat dissipate the pain. He lowered his arms and raised his face into the spray, leaning back so the cleansing water could work on his chest even as his abdomen contracted in reaction to the tickling feel of the water.

Shaking his hair out of his face he turned around and leaned against the front wall of the shower, crossing his arms and resting his head in the crook of his forearms. The cool of the tiles was a refreshing contrast to the steam-raising heat of the water against the small of his back, his rear, and the backs of his legs. With all the carrying and walking they'd done that day, it wasn't surprising that he was so sore in those areas.

Keeping his eyes closed, he drifted in a lazy haze of sheer contentment. Distracted as he was by the almost hypnotic rhythm against the back of his body and the steady stream of water running down his legs, Takeshi didn't realize that the door to the bathroom had opened until he felt cold air pass along his heated skin. He shivered and cracked open his eyes.

* * * * * *

Steam billowed out as Shingo opened the door to the bathroom and went in, closing the door again softly behind him. Even through the heavy steam and glass sliding doors, the long-haired driver could clearly see Takeshi as he leaned against the wall. Shingo drew in a deep breath and looked on in appreciation. The GT-R driver was leaning with his head resting against his arms and bent at the waist so that his lower body was under the spray of the shower. Droplets of water gleamed against Takeshi's bare skin and Shingo practically itched to join him and taste the moisture with his tongue. However, he contented himself with simply appreciating the unconsciously seductive pose of the other man as he stood with his ass thrust out behind him.

He traced the rivulets of water running down the sleek lines of the GT-R driver's lean yet muscular body with his eyes. He swallowed as Takeshi's shoulders heaved in a contented sigh and his head turned to lean his cheek against his arms. The other man's eyes were closed and his normally slicked-back hair was plastered to his head and falling into his eyes. Shingo pulled off his shirt. The time for watching had definitely passed and it was time to join the other man. He paused with his hands at his belt as Takeshi shivered and slowly opened his eyes, meeting his gaze with a lazy look.

Takeshi blinked slowly and licked his lips even as his back arched inward slightly, that small movement somehow making his entire posture scream out in invitation. Shingo took the hint and wasted no more time. He was inside the shower and pressed against the back of Takeshi in moments. His hands coasted down the water-slicked sides of the GT-R driver before settling on his hips and pulling them back firmly against his growing arousal.

With a soft sigh, Takeshi let his head fall back and Shingo leaned down to lap at the beads of moisture on the GT-R driver's shoulder blades. The taste of the wet warmth still held lingering salty traces of Takeshi's sweat and the long-haired driver growled from deep in his throat as he moved to lick and nibble his way to the middle of Takeshi's back, nuzzling against the GT-R driver's ear and eliciting another soft moan of pleasure.

"Shingo..." Takeshi breathed as he turned his head to meet the insistent lips of the EG-6 driver.

Shingo growled again and devoured the GT-R driver's soft lips, plunging his tongue deep into the moist cavern of Takeshi's mouth. He rocked his increasingly hardening length against Takeshi and groaned as he felt the other man pushing back eagerly. His hands danced their way up Takeshi's front and gently fingered the puckered flesh on the GT-R driver's chest.

Takeshi bucked against him and Shingo tore his mouth away from the pleasurable task of kissing the GT-R driver senseless and groaned, running his teeth down the cords of Takeshi's neck. A hoarse cry left the GT-R driver's throat and one arm dropped to grasp hold of his own insistent ache. Shingo continued to tease at the hardening flesh on Takeshi's chest with one hand while the other lowered to cover the GT-R driver's over his heated length.

Takeshi whimpered and bucked against him again, a long moan of desire issuing from his chest as Shingo firmly guided his hand over the GT-R driver's throbbing arousal. Feeling his own control starting to snap, Shingo moved his hand from Takeshi's chest, reached down to pump a dollop of soft body soap on his fingers and coated his aching length with it before positioning himself at the GT-R driver's entrance.

With one sharp thrust, Shingo sheathed himself into the tight heat of the other man and paused, all of his nerves and senses on fire from the intensity of the feel of Takeshi gripping him firmly. Takeshi gasped and threw back his head with a sharp cry, his eyes wide and unfocused at the quick intrusion. Shingo continued to guide the other man's hand on Takeshi's own arousal and used his free hand to rub soothing circles against the tense muscles of Takeshi's abdomen.

After a long moment, Takeshi sighed and relaxed. Shingo groaned as he slipped in even further. He reached up and brushed away some strands of hair from Takeshi's face and cupped his cheek to draw him into to a tender kiss. Shingo felt Takeshi's eyelashes against his cheeks as the other man's eyes fluttered shut and he started a slow, deep rhythm that soon had Takeshi pushing back against him in abandon.

The long-haired driver straightened and placed his hands on Takeshi's hips to change the angle of his thrusts slightly and Takeshi started to buck helplessly, harsh cries of increasing pleasure assuring Shingo that the other man was seeing nothing but stars behind his closed eyelids. Suddenly, the GT-R driver froze, his entire body arching tautly before shuddering uncontrollably. Feeling the spasms of Takeshi's release, Shingo growled and increased his pace, thrusting deeply several more times before achieving his own climax with a harsh cry. He collapsed against Takeshi's back and they both slowly sank to the floor of the shower, letting the noticeably cooler water rinse them of the evidence of their passion.

"I thought you said you were too tired to move," Takeshi chuckled, leaning back to rest his head on Shingo's shoulder, his eyes closed in repletion.

Shingo grinned, "I got better."

The sound of the two men's soft laughter and conversation echoed through the bathroom as they quickly washed off.

* * * * * *

The quiet and calm of the morning was shattered by the shrill sound of the ringing telephone. A bare arm snaked its way from under the cover of blankets and groped on the bedside table for the receiver.

Takeshi grunted in answer and resisted the urge to hang up when he heard his sister's cheerful voice from the other end. Why was it, he wondered balefully, that she *always* called him so early in the damn morning.

Naoko chuckled at him, "Do you know what time it is?"

"No, but I'm sure you'll tell me," Takeshi answered.

"It's almost one o'clock."

"..."

"Take-chan?"

"Yeah," he yawned, "So?"

"Weren't you and Shin-chan supposed to meet me at noon so that I could buy you lunch?" The amusement in his sister's voice was evident as she laughed at him.

"Fuck!"

"Such language, Take-chan!"

He grumbled incoherently and Naoko continued to laugh at him. "Do you mind if we meet you for dinner, instead?" He asked.

"Not at all. I'll expect you and Shin-chan around seven, then. Alright?"

"Alright. Bye, nechan."

"Bye, Take-chan." She replied before adding, "Oh, and wake up Shin-chan. I can hear his snoring from over here!"

The sound of her laughter was the last thing that Takeshi heard before Naoko hung up. He boggled at the phone in his hand before shrugging and tossing it back onto the nightstand, snuggling against the warm length of his still snoring lover with a slight chuckle of his own. Takeshi pulled the covers back over his head and fell right back asleep.

* * * * * *

For the most part, other people respected what they saw as Takeshi's wish for privacy and didn't try to breach those defenses, assuming that the GT-R driver was just another anti-social bastard like the rest of them.

Takeshi: *raises an eyebrow* Anti-social bastard?

Well, aren't you?

Takeshi: *scowls* How the fuck should I know?

*points* See! See! Anti-social.

Takeshi: Whatever.

* *

The look of utterly poleaxed consternation on Shingo's face as his sister had called his lover 'Shin-chan' for the first time was a memory he planned to cherish for a while. Even if it had caused Shingo to drop his pants and show them all his dead-on rendition of the Elephant Dance.

* *

With a soft sigh, Takeshi let his head fall back and Shingo leaned down to lap at the beads of moisture on the GT-R driver's shoulder blades. The taste of the wet warmth still held lingering salty traces of Takeshi's sweat and the long-haired driver growled from deep in his throat as he moved to lick and nibble his way to the middle of Takeshi's back, nuzzling against the GT-R driver's ear and eliciting another soft moan of pleasure.

"Seiji..." Takeshi breathed as he turned his head to meet the insistent lips of the EG-6 driver.

Shingo froze. "What the FUCK?!"

* *

"It's almost 9 o'clock. What are you still doing in bed?"

"I had a late night."

He heard soft laughter over the phone, "Were you drinking?"

"Nah. Fucking like bunnies until four in the morning."

* *

He traced the rivulets of water running down the sleek lines of the GT-R driver's lean yet muscular body with his eyes. He swallowed as Takeshi's shoulders heaved in a contented sigh and his head turned to lean his cheek against his arms. An evil grin formed on Shingo's face as he moved to the toilet and flushed it.

"FUCK!"

Endnotes: This is also my first, real, smutty PWP! Woohoo! XD I happen to not like using the words 'dick, 'cock', 'penis' and so forth when I write. Why? *shrugs* Not really sure. I have no problem with seeing it in other people's fics, but I just have an aversion to'm. *grins* But, I just see it as a challenge to write smut without once explicitly mentioning a guy's equipment. ^_~