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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Big_Hero_6_(2014)
  Relationship:
      Hiro_Hamada/Tadashi_Hamada
  Character:
      Hiro_Hamada, Tadashi_Hamada, Gogo_Tomago, Fred_|_Fredzilla
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Car_Racing, Warning_Incest!, Smut_and_Fluff, Hurt/
      Comfort
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-04-09 Words: 3426
****** Racing Desire ******
by Charles_Edward_Stewart_(eddiecharlesstewart)
Summary
     Tadashi, a racing driver, finds himself facing his little brother,
     feelings develop as the pair face of and team up.
Tadashi Hamada looked down at his younger brother Hiro in mock rage as the
skinny boy grabbed the screwdriver from his hand and ran out of their Garage-
come-workshop. Tadashi leapt to his feet and with exaggeratedly heavy steps,
stomped up the two flights of stairs to their shared bedroom. He pulled back
the paper divider that had been slammed shut in haste as he stormed into the
room, to reveal the hunched form of his brother, a quivering mass hidden from
view by a blanket, giggles escaped the smaller boy as he peeked pout from his
hiding place among the covers. He was in his big brothers bed, all rolled up
and surrounded by the warm covers, the comforting fresh smell of his brother
around him made him feel safe and under his big brothers gaze he dozed off.
Tadashi watched as the movements below the blanket ceased and soon light snores
and sniffs could be heard from beneath as the boy slipped into slumber.
Tadashi, with a loving smile, pulled the sheets from over his brother’s head,
pulled the screwdriver from his brother’s hand, placing it on the bedside table
and tucked the boy into the embrace of the warm sheets. The older boy then
leant to press a chaste kiss to his brother’s brow before lightly brushing the
hair from his face.
Hiro had always had wild, messy, black hair, now it lay strewn across Tadashi’s
pillow like the inky darkness of the sky before the sunrise. As Tadashi turned
to go back to his tinkering, Hiro murmured “Dashi…” in his sleep.
The older boy smiled knowingly at the small boy who made grabby motions with
his hands towards his brother and looked at him with awe in his wide, deep,
brown eyes.
“Dashi..?” the smaller boy whispered as his brother lifted up the sheets of his
bed allowing cold air to invade the fuggy warmth.
Hiro shivered.
“Yeh little one?” Tadashi asked kindly as he slipped in the bed beside his
brother, wrapping strong arms around the boy’s chest and pulling his brother
into a tight embrace. Hiro felt cocooned between his brother’s strong arms,
broad chest and the all-encompassing blankets, the boy snuggled deeper into his
brother until his face was buried in the crook of his brother’s chest and he
could feel Tadashi’s breath tussle his hair.
“Could I be a racing driver like you when I’m Big?” the small boy asked
curiosity alight in his wide eyes.
“Sure Kiddo, though I’m not sure you’ll ever be Big!” Tadashi laughed.
The smaller boy swatted playfully at his big brother. “No fair Dashi!” he
whined, pouting adorably.
Tadashi grabbed his brother by the hips and pulled the tiny boy underneath him,
running gentle fingers along his brothers ribs as the smaller boy writhed and
moaned, pinned below his brother and under a determined tickle attack.
At some point the Younger’s moans grew a little too enthusiastic. Tadashi
shifted from atop his brother, pulling the smaller until he lay nestled once
more against his brother’s broad chest.
The two boys fell asleep in their tight embrace, snuggled beneath blankets and
surrounded by the soft sounds and warm fug of each other’s breath.
A few weeks later Hiro stood on the side lines as his brother soared around the
racetrack in his handcrafted car. Tadashi had designed the controls, Go Go the
gears, Fred designed the aerodynamic body and Hiro, the engineering whiz kid
and child prodigy, made the engine from scratch, using bits of Aunt Cass’s old
washing machine, hairdryer and over. The car was white, sort of bubbly in
shape, but the best bit was inside. The engine was powered by a sack of
potatoes and a thousand coloured wires, copper coins and steel nails.
The older Hamada was shifting gears like a maniac as he shot past one car then
another, slowing at a corner he passed another car until in second place he
flew down the final straight and roared across the line.
Hiro leapt in the air, hugging a random stranger beside him before sprinting to
his brother’s bay where the older boy was being hauled by Wasabi from the low
seat of his car. Hiro leapt into his brothers arms pressing kisses to the boys
cheeks and giggling delightedly as his brothers face shone with the joy of a
victory- even though second place, for the youngest driver in the race by
almost 10 years it was still an achievement.
Hiro cried tears of joy later as his brother was presented with the silver
medal. The older boy’s eyes searched out Hiro in the crowd and threw the
smaller boy a childish wink.
 
A few years later
Young Hiro approached Tadashi as the older boy walked into the drivers and
officials building at the racecourse.
“Please, please, please. Please let me race!” Hiro begged his brother.
“It’s dangerous!” the older boy said gently, “it’s too dangerous for a boy so
young.”
“I’m almost 14, I’m a big boy now!” the younger brother moaned. “Please!”
Tadashi looked into his brothers wide pleading puppy eyes. “Okay! Fine!” the
older brother sighed in resignation. Hiro danced of with an impossibly wide
grin plastered to his face.
Two hours later the brothers met at the start line. Tadashi watched in awe as
his little bro pulled up beside him in his very own race car.
It was a fiery red, sleek and arrow shaped with huge exhausts at the rear,
racing stripes graced the sides and from below the bonnet a distant roar could
be heard.
“Wow!” Go Go exclaimed.
“Damn!” Fred cried.
“What???” was Tadashi’s only utterance.
“This is my baby!” Hiro cried over to his brother and co.
“What???” Tadashi repeated in shock, mouth agape.
“He’s called ‘Dashi’” Hiro cried with glee in his eyes. “He’s a Nuclear
powered, turbo charged super car with custom steering, brakes, gears and
suspension all crafted beautifully by the expert mechanic, engineer and
generally awesome dude, ME!”
“NUCLEAR!” Tadashi cried, ruing the day he ever allowed his maniacal brother to
join the race.
“Only a tiny reactor” Hiro mumbled looking at his feet in shame at having won
his brothers disapproval.
“What about a pit stop team?” Fred asked to break the awkward silence.
“Don’t need one!”
“What, but tires need changing?” Go Go stated obviously.
“Not these beauties- their unbreakable, durable and diamond encrusted.” Hiro
yapped in happiness at having impressed his brother’s friends.
“Diamonds???” the older three cried.
“Oh I grew them in the garage!” Hiro chirped.
Their interrogation was halted by the starters crying for all to get ready.
The two brothers climbed into their respective cars, pulling on helmets, at
Tadashi’s insistence and pulled up to the start line.
“Three, Two, One. GO!” the starter cried.
With a feral roar the cars sprung from the mark, firing along the straight and
around the corner. Hiro sat low in his seat as the car wove between its rivals,
overtaking 1,2,3,4,5 cars in quick succession. The small boy grinned at the
ease with which he pulled up towards the finish. Ahead his Dashi and another
car battled it out for first. Hiro put his foot down to the floor, with a
sudden burst of speed, and a cloud of smoke from his exhaust he closed the
distance until he sat abreast with his brother, he then pushed on past the two
cars until he sat clear in the lead, his brothers car screamed behind him as it
was pushed to its limits. They sat neck and neck. Just as he was about to cross
the line in first place Hiro touched the brakes.
His brother shot by and Hiro pulled in for second. As he stopped and pulled
himself from the car he couldn’t help but wonder why he had thrown the race, he
could easily have one, he had only used half his capacity.
For his brother he realised.
The pride on Dashi’s face as he crossed the line was priceless, the joy that
sparkled in his eyes.
Hiro sat on his car’s hood in silence as he listened to the cheering outside.
“Dashi, Dashi, Dashi!”
Suddenly the door was thrown open and his Dashi stormed in eyes ablaze with
barely concealed anger. Hiro had never seen his brother so angry. It frightened
him to see the eyes usually so full of care and love, clouded by anger. The
smaller boy cowered backwards.
“Why? Why throw the race?!!” Tadashi shouted.
“For you.” Hiro whispered, a tear slipping down his cheek.
His brother looked at him in confusion then a familiar comforting smile.
“Ah…” he murmured. “why?”
“Because… because I love you… love the pride in your eyes when you do well… the
joy in your smile…. The pride you have when you hug me at the finish. I love
you” Hiro said his voice strained with emotion and heavy with resignation.
Tadashi understood the not-so-brotherly-meaning to Hiro’s words.
The older boy knelt before his brother, hands grasping the smaller boys arms.
“Hiro… baby bro…. I…I love you too. But…”
“But Nothing! I know!” Hiro cried in resignation and wretched self-pity.
“No! You don’t know… but I shouldn’t, I still do and nothing can change that.
If anything I would love you more if you had not flunked the race…. You must
have a chance to prove yourself to you… and the world. And I will be with you
every step of the way.”
The older boy pressed a kiss to his brothers lips.
 
Three months later and the brothers were side by side once again as they revved
their cars on the start line.
The starter of the Grand Prix stepped forward gingerly carrying the flag.
He raised it above his head. The racers watched, eyes affixed to the flag.
The flag with a flourish and to the sound of a starter’s pistol was dropped.
The cars roared off.
In the clouds of dust thrown up it was hard to spot the cars as they shot about
the track.
Hiro and Tadashi were neck and neck as they reached the final straight. The
younger boy was seconds away from unleashing his secret weapon, a rocket
propulsion device, when his car hit a patch of oil. It suddenly spun
uncontrollably, as the young boy wrenched the wheel tightly to avoid colliding
with his brother. He could not however prevent the car, in ever hastening
circles from smashing into the barriers, flipping as it struck with tremendous
force.
Through the cracked windscreen and scratched visor of his helmet, Hiro watched
as his brother’s car passed the finish and his brother leapt out and ran,
alongside crowds of fans, medics, firemen and engineers towards him. The
younger Hamada smelt burning, felt an agonising numbness flood his lower body
as the world before his eyes darkened and his vision swam.
 
Later, Hiro awoke in a clinical white room, surrounded by white sheets and
white floors, a white cushion laid under his head and outside the white door,
under white lights, white coated doctors passed waving white papers and notes.
The only colour in his suddenly barren world was his brother, dressed in the
red T’shirt the older brother always wore beneath his racing suit, stained with
sweat and dirt, oil and grime.
“H-h-hey…..Da-sh-i…” Hiro murmured through thirst chapped lips.
Tadashi sprung from his chair. “You’re Awake!!!” he cried.
“Y-e-h” Hiro almost whispered, his breath catching in his throat.
Tadashi lent in and pressed a chaste kiss to Hiro’s brow, just below the
bandages.
Hiro looked down at himself.
Bandages covered his hands where he had scrabbled with the burning car in vain
escape attempts.
Bandages mummified his lower legs from where the fire had licked his lower
body.
Hiro burst into wretched sobbing, his body doubling in the pain deep in his
chest as he heaved and cried in misery.
Tadashi looked to his strong little brother in agony before jumping into the
bed beside him, wrapping the light covers about them both and cradling the
smaller Hamada to his chest, whispering sweet nothings and assurances in his
ears until the little one fell back into a deep sleep. Tadashi stayed with his
brother wrapped in his arms for many hours.
 
It was many days later when Hiro was finally released from hospital. He was
forced to sit in a wheel chair that his Dashi then pushed around. He hid his
face in his hands as he was pushed through the ranks of photographers outside
the hospital to Wasabi’s waiting car. With lots of awkward shifting and lifting
Hiro was placed in a seat, the seat belt fastened.
The car pulled out of the hospital complex, past screaming crowds of well-
wishers and fans and paparazzi.
“Well at least the Nuclear reactor in the car didn’t blow,” Hiro suddenly piped
up breaking the silence pervading in the car.
“You could have died!” Tadashi snapped.
Hiro looked down at his feet, without bandage but still too weak to put
pressure on, in shame.
Tadashi stared out the window in anger, practically growling at the crowds of
fans outside.
Hiro felt hot tears slip down his cheeks, he tried to muffle a whimper but
Tadashi took notice. The Older boy turned around and looked at his little
brother who sat tears now streaming down his face, small whimpers and sobs
escaping his lips despite him biting his lips so hard they bled to silence
himself.
Tadashi felt his heart melt.
“Don’t worry Hiro….. You’ll be good as new in no time……” Tadashi quietly said
to his brother.
“Can I race again?” Hiro asked in a quiet voice full of hope.
Tadashi looked into the wide eyes brimming with both hope and fear and unshed
tears.
“Yeh.” Tadashi sighed in resignation, defeated once again by the puppy eyes.
 
It was a few months later that Hiro was finally well enough to get back to
racing. In that time he had produced a whole new car as the last was destroyed.
Under Hiro’s precise command Tadashi and his team built the new car. It was
fiery red again, with white racing stripes, it was arrow shaped with diamond
incrusted wheels and a nuclear reactor for power, it even had anti roll bars
and a special system of weight redistribution to prevent the car overturning.
The friends added special controls so instead of many pedals on the floor which
could damage Hiro’s recently injured feet, it could be controlled by his brain
via a special headband.
They stood now by their cars on the start line of another Grand Prix. As the
starter cried-‘To your cars’ the brothers grinned to each other, winking
conspiratorially before leaping into their respective vehicles.
A klaxon sounded the count down and they were of. Roaring along a long
straight, screeching round the corners until they reached the final stretch.
Hiro looked to Tadashi whose car was abreast with him. they shared a joyous
grin. Hiro’s was more mischievous.
He flicked down the cover of a button he had ordered placed on the dash board.
Nobody knew what it did.
He pressed the button.
Rocket boosters appeared out of hatches at the back of the car. Roaring into
life they thrust Hiro’s car ahead in a blazing trail of glory as he shot across
the finish well ahead of his brother.
Hiro stepped from his car to rapturous applause. Tadashi ran over and picked
his smaller brother up in his arms, spinning him around and around above his
head in a victory spin. “Championi, Championi, Championi, olay, olay, olay!!!”
the crowd cheered.
At the podiums later Hiro stood a level above Tadashi as he received his
trophy.
“I’m taller than you now!” Hiro chanted, sticking his tongue out at his
brother.
Tadashi straightened up, coming head to head with Hiro despite the platforms.
“Is that so?”
 
Back home.
Hiro moaned louder as Tadashi laid the smaller boy back on the bed and crawled
over him, straddling Hiro’s hips and grinding their erections together. Hiro
groaned loudly as the friction against his member was too much yet not enough.
Tadashi obviously felt similar as he knelt back, pulled of his shirt before
doing the same for Hiro. Hiro moaned sinfully as Tadashi tweaked his nipples
and stroked his chest. Hiro ran his hands across the broad expanse of Tadashi’s
chest, noting the small pale scars that appeared across the boy’s flawless
tanned chest. Tadashi then tugged of his trousers to reveal his muscular
thighs. Hiro was caught in a dreamlike state, staring at the god before him; he
hardly noticed Tadashi tugging his trousers and underwear off Hiro only stared
more when Tadashi tugged off his own boxers to reveal his eight inch dick.
Hiro’s mouth watered. Tadashi knelt atop Hiro, straddling the boy as Hiro
pulled leaned forwards and planted a kiss to his older brother’s tip. Tadashi
groaned, his hips bucking forwards. Hiro took this as a sign and bobbed his
head further down Tadashi’s dick. Tadashi threaded a hand into Hiro's hair and
the older boy began thrusting into Hiro's tight hot wet mouth, roughly slamming
his cock, deep into the boy’s throat. Hiro gagged a little but enjoyed the
rough slamming of his throat by Tadashi, the weight on his tongue, the fullness
of his mouth, and the feeling of control he felt as the older boy lost control,
moaning loudly and thrusting harder into Hiro’s mouth, pressing the boys nose
into his pubes as he thrust upwards. Tadashi continued thrusting, occasionally
pushing down into Hiro’s throat until the boy gagged until he felt near
completion. Tadashi pulled back from Hiro, the smaller boy giving a hum of
disappointment.
“Have you ever done this?” Tadashi asked staring brazenly at Hiro while
allowing a spit slicked finger to slide down the boy’s back and into the crease
of his arse Tadashi ‘s finger circled Hiro's entrance, the boy shuddered as
Tadashi prodded his tight hole, his finger dipping into the boy, drawing a
groan from the Hiro. Hiro shuddered, Tadashi's finger breached his entrance,
slipping through the tight ring of muscle, a burning sensation ensued and
Hiro's erection waned. His face screwed up as he tried in vain to hide his
discomfort. Tadashi saw the pain evident on his little brothers, he pushed the
finger in deeper until he brushed a knot inside, the boy bellow him writhed and
gasped, thrusting his hips backwards onto his older brother’s finger. Tadashi
added another finger. Hiro felt momentary discomfort at the intrusion but the
pleasure quickly returned. Another finger was soon added, when Tadashi decided
Hiro was suitably loosened he removed his fingers. Hiro whined at the feeling
of emptiness in his arse. Uncomfortable and unfulfilled. Hiro gave out a
pitiful plea for Tadashi with puppy eyes and a childish pout.
Tadashi positioned himself below Hiro’s now empty pulsing anus. Without warning
the boy dropped himself down onto Tadashi’s cock, impaling himself. Pushing
forwards he suddenly slid deeply into Hiro. Hiro felt his Dashi penetrate him,
felt his arse fill, tight passage almost ripped apart by Tadashi’s massive
manhood. He cried out in pain at the raw burning in his arse. Tadashi hesitated
as he realised the pain his little brother was in, unsure how to proceed he
looked into Hiro’s eyes and saw a hunger that told him to continue. Tadashi
thrust further into Hiro until his cock reached something impenetrable, a burst
of pain and pleasure overtook Hiro and he cried out to Tadashi begging for
more, harder faster rougher as his brothers cock stretched him. Tadashi
complied, withdrawing out of Hiro in his entirety then slamming back in. in out
in out in out. Harder, harder, harder. Faster, faster, faster. His cock pounded
his little brother’s tinny frame. Hiro hung limply too his thighs as Tadashi
plundered his tight hole. As Hiro reached climax with a little help from
Tadashi’s massive hands stroking his proportionately smaller cock, the little
Hamada cried out in ecstasy. Then with a great shudder Tadashi came also,
filling the younger boy with his seed, claiming the limp form of his brother as
his own as much as he belonged now to the boy before him who dozed lazily on
the edge of sleep. Tadashi pulled the covers over them and wrapped himself
around Hiro, spooning the boy. The tiny boy murmured as he fell asleep. Tadashi
chuckled at his Brother, lover and equal as he fell asleep.
“My little Champion” Tadashi Murmured
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