The Comfort of Silence

Characters: Takumi and Ryousuke
Story: After Takumi won Kyoichi and Ryousuke, but lost Natsuki. I'm not sure if it follows the manga/anime, but they didnt have Intitial D in the movies category, so well.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. This story is written plainly for entertainment and release.
Musings: Wondered how it would be like if Jay and Edison fucked. Pictured it and felt the throb between my legs grow. lol. eh just a passing thought ok. no need to waste your money to sue me.
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Ryousuke glanced at the shadowed face of Takumi, mentally calculating the duration of the silence.

30 minutes, maybe? Maybe more. Somehow, time always seemed to pass extra fast when he was with Takumi, despite their obvious shortage of dialogue.

But the silence that stretched between them was never awkward. Unnerving, perhaps, or sometimes even comforting. It was unlike how Ryousuke had to either explain in great detail or try not to keep to himself when he was in others' company. When he spoke, Takumi understood at the simplest usage of vocabulary. When he wanted to be quiet, Takumi did not pester him to talk.

Now all Ryousuke felt was curiosity. Takumi had called him out onto Mount Akina, and after a brief greeting they had fell into an abnormal silence. Ryousuke did not know why Takumi wanted to meet him; he did not give a damn, anyway. He will jump at any chance to meet Takumi, even more now since Takumi had agreed to join his racing team. But now, the silence had dragged far too long, and Ryousuke was getting edgy.

Just then, a cool breeze drifted into the AE86, caressing his cheeks. Takumi's window was not open, and Takumi himself looked like he would benefit from a nice breeze. Not wanting to break the silence, Ryousuke leant over from the passenger seat to reach for the controls and scroll down the window.

Glancing sideways at Takumi again as he tugged on the control, Ryousuke was shocked to see a teardrop marking its route down Takumi's cheek.


"What's wrong?" he asked softly, as if the fragile situation would shatter if his voice were any louder.


Takumi replied with a series of blinks, causing the teardrop to trail down even faster.

Ryousuke frowned, and made to sit back down properly before comforting his friend.

But before he could even completely pull his hand from the controls, his face was yanked forward almost violently. A vulgarity was on the tip of his tongue before Takumi's mouth closed on it.

Ryousuke gasped inwardly, then registered how good it felt. His eyes closed and he started kissing Takumi back, but then Takumi broke the contact abruptly.

Takumi was wild-eyed, his expression a mixture of shock, surprise and pain.


"I'm sor—"


Ryousuke cut Takumi's apology short by attacking his lips with even more brutality than Takumi.

To Ryousuke's delight, Takumi opened up to him, pulling Ryousuke closer and kissing back with equal ferocity. It was bliss; Takumi tasted so damn good, Ryousuke just could not get enough of him.

After what seemed like only a fraction of a second, they broke apart, both panting ever so slightly.

Ryousuke paused, then leant forward again, this time to kiss away the trail of tears.

Takumi smiled, and draped his arms around Ryousuke, hugging him close for a while. He understood what Ryousuke meant, as usual.

Ryousuke never had to say much.