A/N Keep in mind that Greeks are famous for being extremely rude and feisty while driving. Not to mention that they're considered the 6th worst drivers in the world.
"I must say, I'm quite honored that you have such a preference for my cars," Japan said, sitting in the passenger's seat of the car that was his own creation. Next to him, Greece was driving it, testing his new purchase.
"Hmm? Oh yeah. They're nice and comfortable," Greece calmly answered, keeping his gaze on the road, leaning his free arm out of the window.
"I think that they suit you..," Japan mused, looking outside the Greek scenery and glad that they were into the suburbs instead of a crammed city. He had missed the atmosphere of his favorite Mediterranean place.
"Because they're light," Japan continued, "they give a vibe of balance, of dignity and a feel of tranquility. Just like y..."
"When the fuck are you going to move your goddamn cardbox, you retard?!"
Japan almost jumped at the harsh voice next to him. He saw Greece glaring furiously on the road, more specifically on the car in front of the. The vehicle in front of them was moving rather slowly, even for Japan's standards. He knew that being slowed down pissed Greece off.
Since the car didn't speed up, Greece blasted the horn (his most liberally used part of the car, Japan noted) once again and stuck his head out.
"Move your ass out of my face or I'll get down there, rip off your fucking exhaust and beat you up with it."
Seconds later, the stranger's car was already running out of their sight. The driver must've been Italian, Japan thought.
"Sorry, what were you saying?" Greece casually asked his companion as if nothing happened.
"Something completely erroneous, so let us just forget about it."
"Oh okay," Greece answered and resumed is business.
However he did notice that Japan looked now a little moody. He honestly couldn't tell why.
"What's bothering you?"
Japan sighed. He knew that the man wouldn't accept a 'nothing' for an answered. Giving it a bit of a thought, he realized that Greece appreciated direct approaches and brutal honesty far more than polite lies.
So he decided to speak his mind.
"You are very brash, Greece," he stated. Before continuing, he peeked towards the man, only to see that he wasn't offended at all. On the contrary, he seemed proud.
"And that's a bad thing!"
At the sound of the clearly angry tone, Greece turned to Japan looking surprised. The Asian wasn't shouting nor showing any excessive anger. But the mere look in his eyes made it clear: he was enraged.
"Eh? What's that all of the sudden?" Greece asked, still trying to register the fact that Japan actually has the ability to get angry.
"It's not, in fact, sudden. Ever since we begun this tour, you have been giving me -and to all our surroundings- several reasons to be irritated at you."
"I have? How? Is there something wrong with my driving?"
"Yes." Japan pointed, dead pan.
"Am I driving too slow?"
"No, you fly too slow. In 40km/h speed limit zones, no less. You deliberately ignore traffic signs, red lights, pedestrians... With no sense of etiquette, you are eager to get into fights, honk like mad and swear like a savage. Even when it's your fault, you keep being shamelessly tactless and crude at people!"
"Hey listen here," Greece cut him, his own anger unsubtle. "You come here ranting at me on how I should piss in my own pond?"
"Treat your guests properly, if you wish get better reviews out of them."
They unwaveringly glared at each other, both of them forgetting about the fact that they're on the move.
Until Greece's face gradually softened and drew his attention back to driving, slowing down.
"You're right. This is one of the things that bring out an ugly side of me," he pensively said. "I'm too used to these flaws and ignore to fix them. So they've pretty much become part of my normality."
Japan wasn't expecting that change, considering how stubborn the other man always is in a fight. He listened, as he relaxed.
"It's natural," the European continued, "that this aspect of me would appall a more advanced and civil person. Sorry you had to see that," he apologized.
"I... I'm sorry, too."
"Huh? I'm not angry at all, why are you suddenly fidgeting?"
"Getting upset... was improper of me. I shouldn't have snapped at you, this is your own space after all. I really..."
Greece made a gesture for him to stop. "I needed that. Thank you for being honest with me." He smiled at the still staggering Asian.
Japan forced himself to calm down and sat back. He looked outside, seeing the evening sun descending behind the long series of mountains.
"I... guess that deep down I like it."
"What thing?"
"Your informality. Sometimes I think I'm too rule-conscious, restraining and strict. Maybe your lax nature, your untamed, almost anarchistic style, makes me a bit jealous," Japan replied, smiling wryly.
"It's true that I'm no good with rules and authorities... maybe too much."
"Still, this primitiveness is part of you and it fascinates me," Japan said absentmindedly.
Greece blinked and looked at his companion curiously. He noticed that he was slightly blushing and avoiding his gaze.
He liked where this was going.
---
Japan gripped on the car's window sill tighter when he felt Greece mounting him.
The Asian's traditional clothing was hanging loose from his waist up, exposing his lean torso. The wind was chilly, but all the preparation Greece had given him had inflamed his whole body.
That, and the embarrassment of doing such vulgar things out in the open.
Greece has no inhibitions on having sex outdoors, Japan had remembered too late, so he wished he had protested when he pulled out in a barely shadowed clearing and leaned in for a kiss.
But right now he hardly cared where they were. Japan's head was barely inside the car, his knees planted on the seat, hands struggling to steady himself against the looming body. And that was exactly how he wanted to be taken.
He shuddered as Greece's arms tightened around his waist, teeth grazing a small shoulder and gasped aloud as his lover plunged right into him.
After a few slow, testing strokes, Greece wasted no time and began ramming, frantic and wild. Along with his rhythm, the car shook back and forth, Japan's moans covering the squeaking of the metal.
It was something feral that Japan had wanted, and that was exactly what he was getting.
Japan started pushing back meeting every thrust, rotating his hips while Greece kept slamming himself into him in a frenzy of mutual lust.
Greece growled in sheer pleasure at Japan's encouraging responses. Right now he couldn't recall of anything possibly more arousing than seeing the flushed frame of the Asian underneath him, watching this always dignified, orderly and distant person giving himself to him, crying out, surrendering into mindless desire.
He increased his battering with fueled vigor, filling him completely, pounding his hips against Japan again and again, making him unable to hold back his screams.
Japan felt like burning, but savored all the heat, the chaotic noises, the labored breath on his skin, and he could no longer grab on the car door as his arms and head gave away and let the climax overtake him, all while Greece began to shake uncontrollably, orgasming deep into him with a hoarse shout.
By dawn Japan was preparing himself to leave and take his way back home. At his first steps he sensed a stranger's presence nearby and turned his head.
"Morning."
"Ah, Turkey. Good morning to you, too," Japan stopped and bowed.
Despite his greeting, Turkey stood there, looking quite grim. It was obvious that his annoyance was directed towards Japan. This bewildered him.
"So, um, is there anything I could help you with?"
"Yes, Japan, you could." The shorter man was confused, but didn't let it show. He waited patiently. "You could help to let me sleep, by not screaming your lungs out at night."
A furious blush burned Japan's shocked face at that blunt statement.
"I... that is..!"
"Don't get all worked up like that. That guy," Turkey scoffed "he's always trying to show off to me. Ah well, now I get why China called me when you visited him and said 'My condolences, aru.' Man."
"I should be going now."
"But you know, I don't mind. After all, I could make you scream way louder."
"E... excuse me?!"
"What I said. How about coming with me for a little date, hmm? Let me show you my Istanbul. Which is not Constantinople. Cause it's long time gone. Now it's a Turkish delight on... Hey don't run away! I taught him most of his tricks. Are you listening?!"
H-Holy fuck This is definately the hottets fic for the hottets pairing <3 Argh I just loved everything and the ending was just brilliant I'm too crazed to type something corherent, but you have my love Anon
I was the first anon who offered the fic but I couldn't get the right tone for it but you basically blew anything I had as an idea out of the water. That was so hot, it's not even funny. *deep bow*
And oh yeah, you tapped into my love for Turkey/Japan too with that ending. Oh god, ilu, writer!anon.
Amazing fic, but the ending was what made me comment.
Everyone laughs at it, but I think there's like two or three people who got that "Let me show you my Istanbul. Which is not Constantinople. Cause it's long time gone." XD Oh anon, I love you~!
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(Anonymous) 2009-01-03 03:49 am (UTC)(link)Fast Lane Ride - 1/2
(Anonymous) 2009-02-24 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)"I must say, I'm quite honored that you have such a preference for my cars," Japan said, sitting in the passenger's seat of the car that was his own creation. Next to him, Greece was driving it, testing his new purchase.
"Hmm? Oh yeah. They're nice and comfortable," Greece calmly answered, keeping his gaze on the road, leaning his free arm out of the window.
"I think that they suit you..," Japan mused, looking outside the Greek scenery and glad that they were into the suburbs instead of a crammed city. He had missed the atmosphere of his favorite Mediterranean place.
"Because they're light," Japan continued, "they give a vibe of balance, of dignity and a feel of tranquility. Just like y..."
"When the fuck are you going to move your goddamn cardbox, you retard?!"
Japan almost jumped at the harsh voice next to him. He saw Greece glaring furiously on the road, more specifically on the car in front of the. The vehicle in front of them was moving rather slowly, even for Japan's standards.
He knew that being slowed down pissed Greece off.
Since the car didn't speed up, Greece blasted the horn (his most liberally used part of the car, Japan noted) once again and stuck his head out.
"Move your ass out of my face or I'll get down there, rip off your fucking exhaust and beat you up with it."
Seconds later, the stranger's car was already running out of their sight. The driver must've been Italian, Japan thought.
"Sorry, what were you saying?" Greece casually asked his companion as if nothing happened.
"Something completely erroneous, so let us just forget about it."
"Oh okay," Greece answered and resumed is business.
However he did notice that Japan looked now a little moody. He honestly couldn't tell why.
"What's bothering you?"
Japan sighed. He knew that the man wouldn't accept a 'nothing' for an answered. Giving it a bit of a thought, he realized that Greece appreciated direct approaches and brutal honesty far more than polite lies.
So he decided to speak his mind.
"You are very brash, Greece," he stated. Before continuing, he peeked towards the man, only to see that he wasn't offended at all. On the contrary, he seemed proud.
"And that's a bad thing!"
At the sound of the clearly angry tone, Greece turned to Japan looking surprised. The Asian wasn't shouting nor showing any excessive anger. But the mere look in his eyes made it clear: he was enraged.
"Eh? What's that all of the sudden?" Greece asked, still trying to register the fact that Japan actually has the ability to get angry.
"It's not, in fact, sudden. Ever since we begun this tour, you have been giving me -and to all our surroundings- several reasons to be irritated at you."
"I have? How? Is there something wrong with my driving?"
"Yes." Japan pointed, dead pan.
"Am I driving too slow?"
"No, you fly too slow. In 40km/h speed limit zones, no less. You deliberately ignore traffic signs, red lights, pedestrians... With no sense of etiquette, you are eager to get into fights, honk like mad and swear like a savage. Even when it's your fault, you keep being shamelessly tactless and crude at people!"
"Hey listen here," Greece cut him, his own anger unsubtle. "You come here ranting at me on how I should piss in my own pond?"
"Treat your guests properly, if you wish get better reviews out of them."
They unwaveringly glared at each other, both of them forgetting about the fact that they're on the move.
Fast Lane Ride - 2/3
(Anonymous) 2009-02-24 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)"You're right. This is one of the things that bring out an ugly side of me," he pensively said. "I'm too used to these flaws and ignore to fix them. So they've pretty much become part of my normality."
Japan wasn't expecting that change, considering how stubborn the other man always is in a fight. He listened, as he relaxed.
"It's natural," the European continued, "that this aspect of me would appall a more advanced and civil person. Sorry you had to see that," he apologized.
"I... I'm sorry, too."
"Huh? I'm not angry at all, why are you suddenly fidgeting?"
"Getting upset... was improper of me. I shouldn't have snapped at you, this is your own space after all. I really..."
Greece made a gesture for him to stop. "I needed that. Thank you for being honest with me." He smiled at the still staggering Asian.
Japan forced himself to calm down and sat back. He looked outside, seeing the evening sun descending behind the long series of mountains.
"I... guess that deep down I like it."
"What thing?"
"Your informality. Sometimes I think I'm too rule-conscious, restraining and strict. Maybe your lax nature, your untamed, almost anarchistic style, makes me a bit jealous," Japan replied, smiling wryly.
"It's true that I'm no good with rules and authorities... maybe too much."
"Still, this primitiveness is part of you and it fascinates me," Japan said absentmindedly.
Greece blinked and looked at his companion curiously. He noticed that he was slightly blushing and avoiding his gaze.
He liked where this was going.
---
Japan gripped on the car's window sill tighter when he felt Greece mounting him.
The Asian's traditional clothing was hanging loose from his waist up, exposing his lean torso. The wind was chilly, but all the preparation Greece had given him had inflamed his whole body.
That, and the embarrassment of doing such vulgar things out in the open.
Greece has no inhibitions on having sex outdoors, Japan had remembered too late, so he wished he had protested when he pulled out in a barely shadowed clearing and leaned in for a kiss.
But right now he hardly cared where they were. Japan's head was barely inside the car, his knees planted on the seat, hands struggling to steady himself against the looming body. And that was exactly how he wanted to be taken.
He shuddered as Greece's arms tightened around his waist, teeth grazing a small shoulder and gasped aloud as his lover plunged right into him.
After a few slow, testing strokes, Greece wasted no time and began ramming, frantic and wild. Along with his rhythm, the car shook back and forth, Japan's moans covering the squeaking of the metal.
It was something feral that Japan had wanted, and that was exactly what he was getting.
Japan started pushing back meeting every thrust, rotating his hips while Greece kept slamming himself into him in a frenzy of mutual lust.
Greece growled in sheer pleasure at Japan's encouraging responses. Right now he couldn't recall of anything possibly more arousing than seeing the flushed frame of the Asian underneath him, watching this always dignified, orderly and distant person giving himself to him, crying out, surrendering into mindless desire.
He increased his battering with fueled vigor, filling him completely, pounding his hips against Japan again and again, making him unable to hold back his screams.
Japan felt like burning, but savored all the heat, the chaotic noises, the labored breath on his skin, and he could no longer grab on the car door as his arms and head gave away and let the climax overtake him, all while Greece began to shake uncontrollably, orgasming deep into him with a hoarse shout.
Fast Lane Ride - 3/3
(Anonymous) 2009-02-24 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)"Morning."
"Ah, Turkey. Good morning to you, too," Japan stopped and bowed.
Despite his greeting, Turkey stood there, looking quite grim. It was obvious that his annoyance was directed towards Japan. This bewildered him.
"So, um, is there anything I could help you with?"
"Yes, Japan, you could." The shorter man was confused, but didn't let it show. He waited patiently.
"You could help to let me sleep, by not screaming your lungs out at night."
A furious blush burned Japan's shocked face at that blunt statement.
"I... that is..!"
"Don't get all worked up like that. That guy," Turkey scoffed "he's always trying to show off to me. Ah well, now I get why China called me when you visited him and said 'My condolences, aru.' Man."
"I should be going now."
"But you know, I don't mind. After all, I could make you scream way louder."
"E... excuse me?!"
"What I said. How about coming with me for a little date, hmm? Let me show you my Istanbul. Which is not Constantinople. Cause it's long time gone. Now it's a Turkish delight on... Hey don't run away! I taught him most of his tricks. Are you listening?!"
Re: Fast Lane Ride - 3/3
(Anonymous) 2009-02-24 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)This is definately the hottets fic for the hottets pairing <3 Argh I just loved everything and the ending was just brilliant
I'm too crazed to type something corherent, but you have my love Anon
Re: Fast Lane Ride - 3/3
(Anonymous) 2009-02-24 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)<3333333
I LOVE YOUR TURKEY, HE'S PERFECT XD
Re: Fast Lane Ride - 3/3
(Anonymous) 2009-02-24 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fast Lane Ride - 3/3
(Anonymous) 2009-02-24 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)I was the first anon who offered the fic but I couldn't get the right tone for it but you basically blew anything I had as an idea out of the water. That was so hot, it's not even funny. *deep bow*
And oh yeah, you tapped into my love for Turkey/Japan too with that ending. Oh god, ilu, writer!anon.
Re: Fast Lane Ride - 3/3
(Anonymous) 2009-02-24 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)writer!anon
(Anonymous) 2009-02-24 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fast Lane Ride - 3/3
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(Anonymous) 2009-03-06 08:23 am (UTC)(link)I love the end now I have the Istanbul song stuck in my head!
xD
Re: Fast Lane Ride - 3/3
(Anonymous) 2009-04-22 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)I lol'd, I admit. :3 I love the idea of Greece being an AWFUL driver, and Japan being all "grr!" about it.
Re: Fast Lane Ride - 3/3
(Anonymous) 2009-10-13 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)Amazing fic, but the ending was what made me comment.
Everyone laughs at it, but I think there's like two or three people who got that "Let me show you my Istanbul. Which is not Constantinople. Cause it's long time gone." XD Oh anon, I love you~!