Race Day

Disclaimer: I do not own Speed Racer and I do not profit from the writing of this story. I only own Darius.

Author's Note: I may have missed some warnings when I posted this. If I have, please let me know, and I'll fix it. Thanks!

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"Turn around."

With a grudging sigh, Speed complied with the command given. He hated to have his back to his rival, but there was nothing for it. When the other man got it into his head to play these kinds of games, the dark-haired racer had little choice. He turned to face the wall that had been behind him and stared at it.

Then again, Speed did not really mind. These little forays of theirs led to some interesting times and only heightened the competitiveness they had towards each other. Their driving abilities improved with each encounter. They wanted to outdo each other in every way, even in their . . . sexual escapades.

"That's good," the other man murmured, stepping up behind him. Speed felt the muscles of the other man's chest, despite the fact they were still wearing shirts. Strong hands gripped his waist, and a bulky object pressed against his hind-end. "That's very good. Do you know what I want next?"

"Yes."

A throaty chuckled answered him. Then those hands, those strong and skilled hands, traveled to the front of Speed's pants. In a matter of seconds they lay around his feet, his underwear with them, and he stepped out of them. As he did, his shirt followed, leaving him bare. A hand caressed the seam of his anus, and Speed shivered. Aside from being lubed in preparation, it would be the most foreplay he would get. His . . . companion did not believe in wasting time.

"So you know what I want next, hmm? Good. That is so very good. I like to hear that from you, Greg. Now. On your hands and knees."

Speed moved to obey, lowering himself to the floor and in the degrading position requested of him. His partner joined him in less than a second, two fingers slick with baby oil probing his ass.

They were heading in deep, those fingers, stretching him in a rough manner. While they worked at getting him ready, his companion's cock pressed against him.

"Touch it," the other man whispered. "Get me ready. I know you want this. You know you want this."

How he had been reduced to taking orders from his rival, Speed could not even begin to guess, but he complied, for a third time, with the orders. He took his rival's cock into his hand and teased it, his fingers rubbing the tip before working their way down that heated shaft. The flesh thickened with each little stroke, springing into life. At the same time, Speed felt his breathing coming in harsher and heavier than before. Those fingers in his anus were working their magic, arousing him so he would want what would come next.

When his partner and rival removed his hand, Speed did not even bother to wait for the next command. His body ached from the desire burning through him, his dick hard and quivering with need. The commands were all the same, anyway. Turn around. Get on your hands and knees. Guide me into you. Beg me to complete you. He knew what was going to come next, and his partner was right. He wanted it.

Thanks to their previous encounters, Speed managed to keep his grip on his partner's dick as he brought the dripping appendage to his stretched opening and guided the engorged tip in as far as he could. From there, his partner took over. He mounted Speed the way a dog mounted another dog, and started pounding his steely flesh into the dark-haired man.

With each thrust, Speed felt his already aching cock harden more. The muscles in his anus constricted around the object sliding in and out, causing the one humping his backside to moan.

"Nice and tight," he panted. "Like always. You're such a good little bitch, Greg. You know that?"

"Just shut up and fuck me," Speed all but snarled out. His body ached from the pent up passion, his knees were becoming scraped, and he still had to get to the pits before the race started. Another throaty laugh followed.

"As you wish."

His partner pulled halfway out in that moment then slammed back into Speed, the force painful enough that Speed thought he saw stars. The angle of the thrusting had also changed, generating more friction from the frantic thrusting into his posterior end and more pleasure. Finally, he reached the end of his endurance. A strangled cry escaped him as his orgasm rocked his body, his semen splattering onto the floor. At the same time, his partner and rival thrust one final time, his climax hitting, and teeth sank into Speed's back as the other man rode him hard and furious until the end.

It felt strange, having the other man's ejaculate filling his hole every time they coupled, but Speed was slowly becoming used to it. The other man did not like using a condom and complied with the blood tests Speed demanded he take. It would not do either of them any good to endure some kind of sexually transmitted disease because of someone's stubbornness. His partner had protested for a while but eventually complied, especially after he learned Speed would not allow any sexual activities to ensue until he did. Things, so far, were working out between them as a result.

"You were good," his partner commented, interrupting Speed's strange little reverie. The dark-haired man noticed the other man's dick still resided in his anus. "Best so far."

"I'm sure," Speed retorted. He shifted to get comfortable, which earned him a third laugh.

"Want more already?" his rival teased. "I think I can oblige you, but we might miss the race. We don't want that now, do we?"

"Shut up."

"I will in a moment, Greg darling." His companion shifted so Speed straddled his lap, his cock burying itself deeper into his body. "Right now, there are some things we need to do and discuss. You see this?" He gestured to Speed's semen on the floor.

"Yeah . . ."

The other man leaned forward, dipping his fingers into the stuff. When he had a good amount on them, he brought one to his own lips and licked the appendage clean. Then he held it in front of Speed mouth.

"Suck them."

"What?"

Speed tried to turn and face the other man, but couldn't move all too well. One arm had wrapped around his body, holding him in place.

"Suck my fingers," he repeated, his tone taking on a dangerous edge. "I want you to taste yourself. And do it slowly. I want to enjoy this."

Speed hesitated for a moment then did as he was told. He took a hold of the hand and ran his tongue along the cum-covered fingers, working them as if each one were a Popsicle. It was not an unpleasant experience, tasting his ejaculate, and Speed closed his eyes. His partner moaned for the duration, his face buried in Speed's back.

"I can't believe you do this to me," he whispered. "Dammit, Greg, I'm not supposed to want you like this."

"How do you mean?" Speed asked, releasing the other man's hand once it was clean.

"Exactly how I said it, bitch," his partner retorted. Speed found himself dumped rather unceremoniously onto the floor. "Stay right there. I've got one more thing to do then we need to get dressed."

The dark-haired man watched his rival and partner walked over to the door, which had been locked to prevent anyone from walking in on them. He picked up a bag then returned to Speed. From the bag, he pulled out a rather large and very realistic looking bright pink dildo and a tube of lubricant.

"What's that for?"

"It's for you," the other man replied, slicking it up. "I want my cum to stay up your ass during the race."

"What? You can't do that!"

"I can and I am. Now shut up and present your ass to me."

"But . . ."

The other man sighed in exasperation.

"Look, I'll take it out later tonight when we're together, okay? Now show me your ass!"

His heart pounding in fear and anticipation, Speed turned around and put his hind end up high in the air. He gasped as the tip of the dildo touched on his already sore hole then whimpered as his rival worked it slowly into him, twisting it on occasion. Finally, it was in, two small nubs against his butt cheeks. His partner squeezed them.

"Time to get dressed," he said. "And remember. No one's to know what we've done."

"You're a bastard, Darius," Speed replied as he reached for his clothing. He shot the other man a dirty look. "I can't believe you want me to do this."

His partner stared at him, his cock hanging for Speed to see. There was a slight twinkle of mischief in his eyes, and Darius leaned forward, cupping Speed's cock with his hands.

"But you're doing it," he purred, massaging his balls. "And you're enjoying it, too. You're one sick bitch, Greg."

"I'm not a bitch." Speed panted, his eyes rolling towards the back of his head. He hated it when Darius fought dirty. He felt like agreeing with whatever the other man wanted.

"Tell me that later after I've really fucked you senseless. Now get dressed. We have a race to compete in."