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The Bet	By : kaiyousama Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1254 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any Naruto Character or anything else about the Naruto series, and make no money off of this ... it's all about the love!

Chapter List
- 1-The Bet
- 2-Chapter 2
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
- 6-Ch 6
- 7-Ch 7
- 8-Ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
- 10-Ch 10
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Summary: What's a guy to do when he's presented with a win-win situation? Take it, of course. Nevermind that sometimes what seems to good to be true... well, you know the rest.
Disclaimer: I do not own any Naruto character. They're all Kishimotos ^_^
Warnings: YAOI, boyxboy, lemon in future chapters, language per usual
A/N: So, Sarge was asking for Itachi x Kiba the other day... I've never written it before, but they're two of my favorite characters, so I figured why not? And this little plotbunny wormed its way into my head and made a nice little home ^_^
Betaed by Prism0467... tytyty <3
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"Your brother is a bastard."
Sasuke didn't even look up from his video game. It wasn't exactly like his friend's comment was something new. He'd warned his friends about Itachi before they came out to stay at the guest house at the beginning of the summer. 'He can't be that bad,' they said. 'Itachi seems like such a badass,' they said. 'You're just jealous,' they said. Sure. Now that they were actually at the lake house, and had been exposed to his brother, now they believed him.
"Of course he's a bastard," a second voice said, just before a cold can of soda pressed against the back of Sasuke's neck. He cursed and turned around, scowling at Naruto who found the whole thing to be absolutely hilarious. "It runs in the family," the blond continued, utterly impervious to the death glare the younger Uchiha was giving him. He came around and plopped down beside him on the couch, tossing the coke into Sasuke's lap and looking up at Kiba. "He sure does have you working overtime, though, doesn't he?"
Kiba just growled at the Uzumaki and tossed his sweat-stained shirt at him. It had been hanging from his shorts pocket. Sweat decorated the tan-darkened skin of the other man, freckles shifting as he cracked his back.
"I don't know why you lucked out and got kitchen duty, blondie. Fuck, I don't know why he has me on yard duty. I didn't sign up for this shit. All I wanted was a nice quiet summer hanging out at the lake."
Kiba grumbled and flopped down in the chair, totally missing the smirk that flitted across Sasuke's face. Really, the reason Kiba got yard duty was obvious. Itachi had a perfect view of the back yard from his office, and he liked having a nice view. Personally, Sasuke had a hard enough time keeping up with one annoying idiot much less two, but he had to admit his brother had good taste. Even if he had a mighty underhanded way of showing it.
"I told you two there would be some chores when you agreed to come up here," Sasuke said, setting his coke on the coffee table and un-pausing his game after picking up the controller.
"Yeah, but man, it's totally unfair. You get laundry duty which is like, once a week or some shit, and Naruto gets kitchen duty - and we both know he loves to cook. I have to spend two hours outside every morning? Who the fuck ever heard of a place that needed two hours of yard work done every day? And if it's not cutting the grass, he finds some other shit for me to do out there! It's not fucking fair, man!" Kiba groused.
"Oh, stop complaining," Naruto said, smirking and nudging Sasuke's leg. "It can't be that bad, can it? Besides, would you rather eat your cooking than mine? And if you did laundry, we'd all be wearing pink socks."
Kiba just growled at that. All three of them knew that Kiba was crap in the kitchen.
"If it upsets you so much, you could always go home," Sasuke offered, ignoring the pointed jab to his side issued by Naruto.
Kiba glared at him, and then looked sheepishly over at Naruto a second before looking out the window and leaning back in the chair.
The brunet's actions just made Sasuke chuckle. He knew quite well that one of the reasons Kiba was there was to try to 'safeguard' Naruto's virtue. For some reason, the man had gotten it in his head that Sasuke was a big bad predator out to take advantage of innocent little Naruto's ass. He would've assured the man that he wasn't a danger, but for some reason Naruto found the whole thing absolutely hilarious and had made him promise not to say anything. The thought of Naruto as anything even close to a damsel in distress made Sasuke want to choke with laughter, but he was doing as told. Plus, there was the added benefit that with Kiba around, Itachi wasn't nearly as focused on what was going on with his little brother.
Though if either of the two other men found out what was really going on between him and Naruto - well, Sasuke bet they'd probably join forces to try and make his life difficult one way or the other, so he decided he liked it better this way. Though he supposed he could always try to up the ante.
"You know," Sasuke said after a bit of reflection, "you could always try and get out of the chores."
"What?" Kiba asked.
"Yeah, like, make him a bet or something."
That remark made Naruto shoot him a suspicious look, but Sasuke made sure to maintain a bored facade. He figured that the skepticism showing on Kiba's face was probably balanced out by his inner hope at not having to spend all morning out in the yard. There was no way Itachi would ever miss out on his view of hot and sweaty Kiba doing yard work, but Sasuke was betting that he'd be willing to risk it for the possibility of hot and sweaty Kiba in his bed.
The other advantage being, of course, that if Kiba and Itachi were busy in bed with each other, they wouldn't be able to pay attention to what their other two housemates were doing. That idea suited Sasuke very well - trying to figure out how to get some alone time with Naruto at night while Kiba was his roommate wasn't exactly working very well. He glanced over at Naruto hoping to somehow communicate this idea to the blond, but it was pretty much hopeless. He just got blank blue-eyed confusion. Still, he'd explain it to him later.
"Hmph," Kiba said, chewing on his bottom lip. "I dunno. Sounds a bit fishy."
Sasuke just shrugged and looked disinterested, scowling at his video game. "Up to you," he said, sounding bored.
Kiba grumbled and pushed himself up from his chair. "I'm going to go take a swim, wash some of this sweat from me. You coming, Naruto?"
The blond looked up a bit guiltily, glancing down at the controller in his hand. "Eh, Sasuke promised to show me this trick he figured out last night. Maybe later?"
"Psh, whatever."
For a minute Sasuke thought Naruto's good side would win out, but the other man stayed seated as Kiba walked out the door and onto the patio. Sasuke just had time to quickly glance down the hall to make sure Itachi's office door was closed before a hand was in his lap squeezing his cock through his jeans hard enough to make him hiss. He turned to glare at Naruto, heartbeat speeding up at the knowing smirk on the other's face.
"Now, Sasuke," Naruto purred, leaning over towards him. "About that trick..."
. . .
"Stupid motherfucking Uchihas," Kiba mumbled. "Stupid motherfucking blonds, not really giving a damn about spending time with their best friend when they luck out into a fucking lake house vacation, preferring to spend their time fucking indoors playing video games..."
He walked down the rocky path towards the dock, bitching to himself and not really paying attention to his surroundings. It wasn't like anyone else would be around anyway. Itachi spent all day cooped up in his office working on fuck knows what - plans to take over the world probably, he was enough of an evil bastard - and there was no way Naruto would pry Sasuke out of the house while the sun was still up. He swore the guy was a fucking vampire or some shit, the way he avoided the sun.
"Problems, Inuzuka?" came a voice to Kiba's right.
He cursed and turned around, putting his thumbs through his belt loops nervously. He'd thought for sure that Itachi was in his office. Itachi was always in his office until the sun went down. Another motherfucking Uchiha vampire. But no, there Itachi was, sitting pleased as punch with a beer and a newspaper on the patio overlooking the dock.
"Uh, no sir," Kiba said, cursing internally at his instinctive response to the older man. "Itachi," he lamely corrected, walking closer to the other man.
Itachi's lips twitched in what might be considered a smile, making Kiba even more nervous. "I see."
He gestured to the chair next to him and Kiba sat down, trying to relax and slow down his racing heartbeat. Probably just adrenaline from being startled, Kiba thought, turning to look out at the lake.
"I trust your morning activities were completed successfully?"
Kiba nodded, refusing to voice the answer. Anyone else would have been all nice and told him not to call him sir. Of course, they'd probably also just treat him and Naruto like guests, instead of making him weed the vegetable garden and rake up any fallen leaves and mow the lawn every time the grass grew above two inches. He frowned at that, glancing over to see what the other man was doing.
The amusement in Itachi's gaze as he took a swig of his beer just made Kiba even madder, especially when the eyes flicked to look further down. What was it with fucking Uchihas and their ability to make everyone feel like pieces of meat? He refused to acknowledge the fact that he occasionally would find the time to enjoy the way looked. Especially when he was just out of the shower, with nothing but a towel precariously wrapped around his waist as he dried his hair and walked into the kitchen to get himself a beer. Why he felt the need to do that, Kiba didn't know. He certainly tried to be at least somewhat decent when walking around the house. Then again, it was Itachi's place.
He tapped his foot against the stone tiles of the patio, trying to figure out a way past the silence. He wasn't even sure why Itachi had called him over. The dark green waves of the lake looked incredibly inviting, especially since he was still hot and filthy. He was pretty sure that there were a few blades of grass stuck to his back. He was surprised Itachi wasn't complaining about the smell. The view, though, also reminded him that if he went swimming off the dock, Itachi would be able to see him.
He frowned. The last thing he wanted to do was come off like some piece of meat, some pool boy or cabana boy showing off for the master of the house. He wasn't some servant, damnit. He was a guest. Sighing, he glanced over to see Itachi patiently reading his newspaper as if he didn't even exist. So annoying.
"So why don't you have any pets around here?" he asked, surprising himself. Still, he figured that if he was going to sit here, he might as well try a conversation. If Itachi blew him off, at least he would've tried, and then he could go on down and swim in an area not quite so visible from the patio.
He looked over, seeing Itachi look up from his paper and quirk an eyebrow before pursing his lips thoughtfully. "Hmm," he said, "Probably because there isn't anyone here on a regular basis to take care of a pet. I'm normally gone fairly often for work."
Kiba considered this, relaxing back in his chair. "That must suck," he said. If he got to live in a place like this, he wouldn't want to be leaving it for some strange place every weekend.
"Indeed," Itachi said, folding his paper and laying it on the table. "Though some of the places are interesting. I got to go to Monaco last year. Just happened to be the same week the F-1 race was taking place."
"Really?" Kiba said, perking up a bit. "That would've been cool. Still, that much time in an airplane - and when you have this to come home to -"
He stopped, realizing how he must be sounding. Who was he to judge how someone else lived their lives?
"It was," Itachi said, giving him an indecipherable look.
"Eh," Kiba said, leaning forward and looking out at the water, "anyways, so did you get to see the race? I've always liked them better than Nascar."
A measured nod was his answer. "You like cars?"
"Of course! I mean, what guy doesn't? Well, I suppose some might, but -" He was babbling. He knew this. It was just that something about Itachi put him on edge - well, a lot of things about Itachi put him on edge. Still, it was nice to actually find he had something in common with the other man.
"Remind me to let you look at my garage one of these days."
Kiba looked over with a raised eyebrow, slightly in shock. According to Sasuke, no one ever got near Itachi's collection. The younger Uchiha didn't really talk about it, but Naruto claimed to have pulled some information out of him, and Kiba would've been impressed even by just a tenth of what the blond said he'd heard about. "Uh, sure," he said, looking back at the water in mild disbelief.
The other made a soft noise as if the topic was finished, and they sat in silence a few more minutes, Kiba still debating whether or not he should just get up. He was about to push up Itachi said, "By the way, I was thinking of heading into town this afternoon. You might want to join me."
Kiba couldn't help the slight frown that graced his face when he looked over. Spending a few hours cooped up in a car and who knows what with the other man was not exactly how he'd planned to spend his free afternoon. Itachi already tied up his entire morning. Still, he supposed he should at least ask. "What for?"
Itachi's lips quirked again. "I'm planning to replace the flowers in front of my window with scarlet begonias."
Cue Kiba was going to replace the flowers. He almost groaned out loud at the thought.
"I thought you might be able to help me pick out some good ones at the nursery. Also, I thought you might want to drop by the University. Sasuke mentioned you were interested in their veterinary program."
That surprised him. He didn't realize that Sasuke had really even registered that, whenever he talked about Kaigan University to Naruto the raven just seemed to blow him off. Not that it was unusual for Sasuke to blow him off. They just never seemed to gel. He wasn't even fully aware of just what Naruto saw in the other man. They'd known each other for years though, and for some reason Sasuke had decided to come with them to junior college instead of going straight to a university, so he figured the friendship was mutual even if he considered the raven a bit of a cold fish.
"Eh, I was," he said, shoulders drooping a bit. "Got my admission packet in late, though, so it's a no go."
"Hn," Itachi said. "You meet their admission requirements, though, right?"
"Of course," Kiba said, scoffing a bit. "I've worked in my family's clinic for years, so the classes were pretty easy. Some of the chemistry stuff was a bitch, but eh, I pulled it out." He glanced over at Itachi wondering if the older man would be offended by his language, but he didn't seem to have a problem with it.
"I see." The tone of the man's voice had Kiba looking over curiously. "I bet I could get you in."
"No way! My mom called the admissions counselor and talked to her, and man, she can be kinda persuasive, if you know what I mean. They said there was zero chance of me getting in this year."
"Hn," Itachi said in reply, looking straight back at the skeptical brunette. Then Kiba got a bright idea. So he bet he could get him in, eh? Well, Sasuke had suggested something like this. Maybe he could turn it to his advantage.
"You really think you could get me in?" Kiba said, noting the confidant smirk that said that Itachi was quite sure. "Well, what about this. We go up there today, and if you can't get me in, I um - don't have to do yard work the rest of the time I'm here."
The sight of Itachi's eyebrows rising in disbelief was rather gratifying, though the way he leaned forward, looking at Kiba intently, made the brunet wonder if he'd overstepped his bounds. It would be a favor, after all, if the older man was able to pull it off. Still, he figured it was worth a try.
"And what do I get if I win?" Itachi said.
"Uh," Kiba said, leaning back a bit unconsciously, "I don't know, what do you want?"
"Hn," came the raven's reply, eyes narrowing a bit before Itachi got a pleased look on his face. "What about, if I win, you do whatever I say for a week?"
"A week?" Kiba almost shouted, freaking out about the possibilities. Fuck, Itachi already had him at his beck and call in the mornings, now he wanted him to give up the rest of his day as well? There was no telling what chores the other man would come up with.
Still... really, it was win-win either way for him. He'd dreamed about going to Kaigan University for years. The fact that both Sasuke and Naruto were transferring had made it even more important. He'd been crushed by the rejection letter, and didn't really hope to get in - but if Itachi would do it, he figured it would be worth giving up a little more of his vacation. Still, a week was way too long.
"A day," he said challengingly.
"Five days."
"Three days."
"Done."
The glint in Itachi's eyes made Kiba a bit nervous, but he reached out and took the hand offered by the older man, frozen a moment in the other's gaze. The hand was bigger than he expected. Cooler. It made Kiba aware again of his own sweaty state, and he stood after he pulled back from the handshake, sticking his hands in his pants.
"Uh, you don't mind if I go ahead and swim for a bit, right?"
Itachi waved him off, pulling his cell phone out of his pants pocket. "I figure we can leave about two. Should give us enough time for everything."
"Yeah," Kiba said, smiling at even the mere possibility of actually getting into his dream university. "Sounds great."
There was a bounce in his stride as he walked down the steps to the dock and dove in.
It was just as well he didn't look back. The look on Itachi's face might have made him think twice about giving into the bet - maybe. But sometimes, ignorance was bliss.
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