Wild Night of Sex

Author's Note: Sequel to Race Day.

Disclaimer: I do not own Speed Racer. I do not make any $$ from writing this. I own Darius, though, so contact me first if you wish to use him in a ficlet. Thank you.

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"There you are, my little bitch. You ready for this?" Darius smirked as he spoke, his dark eyes glinting with desire and lust.

Speed shot Darius a dirty look but entered the other man's apartment anyway. He was trying his best to not walk funny, but the dildo lodged in his ass did not help matters any. He wanted the damned thing out, and he wanted it out now! Why was Darius breaking the rules, anyway? The only times they were supposed to be together were on race days and then it was only to be a quick encounter, something to only increase the tension they had on the field. They were not supposed to be meeting at each other's private homes or anywhere else. Yes, Darius had admitted to wanting him, but it was never supposed to leave the conference rooms. The door clicked behind him.

"Whatever," he growled. "I'm just here to get this thing out of my ass."

Darius walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist. He rubbed his groin against Speed in an enticing manner, and he bumped against the dildo. His actions sent little jolts coursing through Speed's veins.

"Not just yet," he murmured. "After we've had something to eat."

"You didn't say anything about eating, Darius."

"Nope," the other man admitted cheerfully. "I didn't."

"Darius, I want this out," Speed whined, trying to keep his voice low. The last thing he wanted was for any of Darius's neighbours to hear them.

"And I said after we've had something to eat," Darius replied. "Now come into the kitchen with me and have some food. I don't want to see your ass bared until afterwards"

Darius let go of him and stepped away from him, and Speed whimpered. He wanted Darius's contact and he wanted that damned dildo out his ass. Darius, however, insisted on tormenting him, and it frustrated him to no end. Fighting back a growl, he waddled into the kitchen, where Darius had several candles lit and what appeared to be a six-course meal laid out on the table. Speed's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets at the sight.

"Darius . . ."

"I ordered take-out, Greg. Please. Have a seat." Darius gestured to an empty chair, his smirk growing wider. "When we're finished with everything, we can watch the highlights of the race. I have them recorded."

Glaring at his rival, Speed sat down and tried his best to get comfortable. It was not an easy task, thanks to the dildo, and he kept squirming the entire time. His squirming contributed to a very unusual situation for Speed as it caused the dildo to slide in and out of him some, hitting that spot his rival always used against him during their sessions and arousing Speed. Darius watched him the entire time as they ate, which added to Speed's stimulated state.

When they were finished with all of the food – Darius had insisted everything had to be eaten before the dildo was removed – his rival led Speed back into the living room then down the hallway to the bedroom. He turned to face Speed.

"All right," he said. "You may now strip. And please be quick about it. I'm sure you don't want that thing in there all night."

Darius had not needed to tell him twice. Speed kicked off his shoes, practically jumped out of his pants, and tore off his shirt in record time. Freed of its confines, his dick jutted straight into the air, an indication of how seriously aroused he was. His partner proceeded to undress himself at the same time and stared at his erection with no small amount of appreciation.

"I think that took you all of five seconds, Greg. Amazing. I should shove a dildo up your ass all the time, especially I can get that kind of reaction."

"Fuck you."

"Not yet," Darius said with a wink. He pointed to the bed. "Over there and show me that sweet fuck hole of yours."

Speed glared at him as he hopped onto the bed and presented his ass to the other man. Darius was becoming full of himself, and the dark-haired man was of half a mind to ignore his rival at the next race, if he could. Certain people were becoming suspicious, anyway.

"What a good little bitch," Darius said. His fingers grasped the dildo and slowly started to pull it out. As he did, he twisted it, and Speed groaned.

"I'm not a bitch."

"Yeah, you are. You're my bitch, and I'm going to prove it to you, Greg."

The dildo slid out with a slight pop, and Speed relaxed. It felt weird not having the object lodged in him at the same time it was divine. Then Darius started poking his finger in Speed's abused entrance.

"Nice," he murmured. "All nice and ready for me. Turn around, Greg. Tonight, I'm going to teach you something new."

"I'm not interested," Speed replied as he sat up and faced Darius. "I'm going home."

"Not right now," Darius stated. He stood in front of Speed, the dildo still in one hand. "As I said, I'm going to teach you something new tonight."

"Darius . . ."

"No arguments, Greg darling. I've been wanting to do this with you for some time now. You're not going to deny me this."

Speed sighed in defeat then shook his head. He then held still and glanced back up at Darius.

"Fine. What is it?"

A wicked gleam started to shine in Darius's eyes, and he pressed closer to Speed so that his dick touched the dark-haired man's chest. He brought the dildo forward.

"Open your mouth as wide as you can."

"You're not going to put that in my mouth, are you?"

"As a matter of fact, I am," Darius said. "I already told you, I'm going to teach you something tonight. Now shut up with the damned questions and do as I say."

Speed's heart leapt into his throat at Darius's words, and he tentatively opened his mouth wide for the other man. He knew that tone, knew it was fruitless to argue, even though it was what he wanted to do. The tip of the dildo brushed by his tongue.

"That's a good little bitch," Darius cooed. "Now breathe through your nose. It'll help. And relax your throat."

Speed had no choice but to obey his rival. He did so with some difficulty, especially since the dildo was a thick one, but within a few moments, the artificial phallus was situated in his mouth. Speed wanted to spit it out, as it tasted like cum and sweat, but Darius prevented him from doing so by tying a white handkerchief around his mouth. His rival smiled with pride.

"Excellent," he murmured. "Now remember to breathe through your nose. I'm going to turn on the race highlights. You and me, we're gonna watch them, okay? While I do that, I want you to lay on your stomach with your head by the foot of the bed. I'll be right back."

Speed nodded, still unsure of what Darius truly planned to do next. Sure, sex factored into the equation somehow, but his rival had become unpredictable. It was nerve-wracking, it was terrifying, and it was arousing him beyond belief. He stretched out on the bed, laying flat on his stomach as Darius had dictated. His rival then slid a DVD into the player and turned the television on. He returned a moment later, a silk scarf in hand.

"Hands behind your back."

Darius did not wait for Speed to comply. As he hopped onto the bed, he grabbed both of Speed's hands and tied them together, nudging Speed's legs apart. Automatically, Speed lifted his ass for Darius to view and an invitation for penetration.

His rival accepted the invitation and buried himself to the hilt. Darius, however, did not start thrusting into him right away. He held their position and listened as the announcers talked about the highs and lows of the day's race. When they mentioned his name for the first time, Darius reached up and pinched Speed's nipples.

"A move I would not have done without you," he murmured. "It thrilled me knowing you had that dildo up your ass, my little bitch."

Speed grunted in reply. The pinches had hurt just a little, but he had liked them. Darius laughed.

"What a slut you are, Greg. I like it."

The words, as usual, were degrading but no less thrilling. Speed wriggled his ass, hoping Darius would start soon. He did not. Instead, he waited for the announcers to mention Speed and grabbed his cock once they did, massaging the aching organ and the attached balls. He rolled them over, kneading them and teasing. Speed whimpered from the onslaught.

"Yes. A little slut for what I dish out to you," Darius murmured. "Keep your eyes on the screen, Greg, and remember to breathe through your nose."

Darius withdrew his dick a little then slammed back into Speed's body, finally riding the dark-haired man and giving him what he wanted. Both of Darius's hands held onto his hips as the man pounded into him, hitting his prostrate every time.

When it was over and they had both orgasmed violently, his rival withdrew from his body and quickly removed the gag and dildo. Speed gasped for air, and Darius pulled him into his arms, untying the scarf in the process.

"I told you to breathe through your nose," he murmured, cradling Speed close. Speed clung to him, though he had yet to figure out why.

"I did," he rasped out.

"Just barely."

"Yeah, well, I'm not used to this!"

"I know." Darius kissed the top of his head. He then stretched them out with their heads resting on pillows, sliding the covers out from underneath them. "We'll watch the rest of the highlights this way."

"I can't stay, Darius."

"But you will, Greg."

"And what makes you so sure?" Speed asked, a yawn escaping him. Darius smiled.

"Because you're too tired to drive yourself home," he said, spooning himself around Speed. "That's what makes me so sure."

"Cheater," Speed grumbled. He did admit, though, Darius was correct. He was too tired to drive himself home.

"Only in the bedroom."

"So I've noticed."

"Hush, Greg. I'm trying to listen to the commentators."

Speed sighed, shaking his head, but fell silent. His eyes drooped as the days events caught up to him and exhaustion settled in . . .