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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
- 9
- 10
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.

Warnings: YAOI, boyxboy, references to bondage and BDSM, language per usual

A/N: getting better all the time, no? btw, i love reviews as much as any author ^_^

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Fuck, but Kiba looked amazing, even in this semi-darkness. But the first thing, Itachi decided, was to throw some light onto the situation. And maybe add some atmosphere. He'd been waiting for this a long time, after all; he wanted it to be perfect.

Kiba made harsh gasping pants as Itachi drew the backs of his fingernails down over the younger man's balls and then over the length of his cock to feel the slit at the head. He liked this cushion; it was cut out in the center back to leave space for Kiba's cock to hang free without being constrained - or having anything to gain friction from. Not that he didn't love Kiba's cock. Right now, though, it was all about the ass.

He lifted his fingers and tasted the other's pre-cum, smirking and slapping the ass that had him so enamored.

"Fucking -!"

Itachi chuckled, leaning over and nuzzling Kiba's ear. "Should I gag you with the rest of the silk, pet?" he said, rubbing circles over the skin he'd just assaulted.

Kiba grit his teeth but pushed up slightly into the caress, breath quickening.

It was enough for Itachi. He stood, hooking the curtains of his bed over hooks on the bedposts so that he could watch Kiba as he went around the room lighting candles. He noticed Kiba trying to follow his movements as best he could in his current position. Itachi couldn't resist being whisper-quiet as he walked over to the bed after turning on some music, appreciating the heavy bass beat that would be the backdrop of the early evening activities. He noticed the other becoming more and more nervous, hands twisting in the cuffs as if he was trying to test his bonds, even as the silk pulled on his collar.

"Itachi?" Kiba finally said, just a hint of worry in that voice.

It made something warm blossom in the raven's chest to be the one Kiba cried out for. Nonetheless, his answer was a light slap to the brunet's other asscheek.

Kiba grunted, jerking away as best he could. Something in him relaxed though - that is, until he felt the harder slap. He arched, trying to wiggle away as Itachi knelt on the bed next to him and continued to rain blows down, watching the cheeks turn a nice shade of pink.

"Damnit, Itachi!" Kiba finally said.

"Sir."

"What?"

Itachi smirked, leaning over and letting his nails scrape across the heated flesh of Kiba's ass. "I want you to call me sir, pet."

"Fuck you, I'm not -"

"My pet," Itachi purred, sliding his hand down to hold Kiba's balls gently between his fingers.

Kiba was actively panting now, fingers curled into fists. He was quiet until Itachi slid his thumb back, pressing against the ring of his asshole. Then he let out a soft whine, silencing it almost immediately.

"Well, pet?"

Kiba's face was scrunched up in a way Itachi could see even beyond the blindfold. He watched for any sign of this being too much, but from all he could tell Kiba wasn't complaining at all. He was starting to give a bit though, as evidenced by the way he let out the breath and lowered his head before saying, "Sir."

"Good puppy."

Itachi let go of Kiba's balls and slid his fingers back down the other's shaft, gathering more pre-cum on his fingertips before sliding them up to slick the skin around the other's hole. It twitched under his caress. It looked absolutely incredible, as did the rest of Kiba. Itachi's lips twitched and he reached back with his other hand, untying his hair and letting it flow over his shoulders as he leaned over to place kisses in the small of Kiba's back.

"Mine," he whispered, nuzzling at the tan muscled skin and inhaling Kiba's scent. It was intoxicating. Almost sweet in a way he couldn't place, like the finest food, something intangible that was Kiba's and his alone. He even tasted like it. Itachi slid his tongue out and lapped at the skin, delighted when the other started to whine as he licked down towards the crack of his ass.

"What are you -"

"Tasting," Itachi replied, interrupting as he straddled one of Kiba's legs to get the perfect position. Then he just continued to taste, moving his fingers down to the other man's thigh before licking at the pre-cum he'd spread on the soft moist skin of Kiba's crack. It was good. He'd have to blow Kiba later, get the real thing. Now though - now, he just wanted to slide his tongue around and inside of the quivering ring of flesh that he planned to open up good and well tonight, getting it ready for the hard length straining in his pants.

...

Kiba couldn't help the sounds coming from his mouth. His eyes were clinched tight behind the blindfold, wrists starting to chafe a bit inside the cuffs as he pulled on them, the tightness in his muscles somehow heightening the sensation. It was too much to process. Too good. He couldn't help pressing up into Itachi's tongue, straining as the other's fingers gripped tightly to the inside of his thigh, the subtle pain flavoring the pleasure spiking from his ass.

Then the hand left and something thin and hard pressed against his skin, barely distracting him from the way Itachi's tongue had suddenly tried wiggling inside of him. The buzzing sensation near his balls made him jerk though, especially when he felt Itachi shift and remove his tongue momentarily before the vibrator pressed against his asshole, sliding in much too easily for his liking. Well - scratch that. He did like it, a lot, as evidenced by the curses that tripped over themselves exiting his mouth when Itachi twisted the tip just inside the tight ring of muscle at his entrance, then slid it deeper, rocking it back and forth until Kiba's back arched and the bed frame shook from the way his collar pulled on the chain.

He barely registered Itachi's chuckle, or the way that accursed "good puppy" fell from those sinful lips. Itachi was cruel, so cruel, so knowing in the way he moved that thin little toy inside Kiba, rocking it from side to side, pulling it out to just graze the place where Kiba wanted it then abusing it to the point where the brunet wanted to pull away. He didn't know how long it lasted, just knew he wanted to cum badly.

Not that he let on. There was no way he was going to beg again.

At least, not anytime soon.

He wanted to sigh in relief when the vibrator slid out of his ass. It wasn't like he really enjoyed having something up there, right? At least, that was what he wanted to think. He knew he was doing a shitty-assed job of keeping up that pretense, though. The internal dialogue that took place over that small matter while Itachi gave him a minute to breathe was interrupted by the sound of a cap flipping open. He tensed, knowing that was the lube. It wasn't over. They were probably only barely beginning.

He hated being so tied up, not being able to move or act or do anything other than speak. At least if he'd been able to see he could've known what was going to happen next. There were just so many options. The toys - damnit, he didn't know if he loved or hated the fact that Itachi showed him the toys before they started these scenes. He didn't even notice the low moan coming from his throat as he started to think about the fact that they'd all be in him tonight, filling him up, opening him up… and then there was that cock. Not too big, not too thick - but bigger than any of the toys, unless Itachi used more than one - fuck. This shouldn't be possible. He shouldn't want this. It wasn't him. He couldn't even blame this on alcohol or anything else, anything other than the sheer fucking need he felt -

"Are you okay, pet?" Itachi murmured, fingers stroking gently over his ass and down his thigh, then traveling back up in a way that was both soothing and exciting.

Kiba panted, trying to figure out how to answer, finally just settling on nodding his head.

Evidently Itachi wasn't so sure about his answer because Kiba felt the bed shift as the other lay next to him, hand sliding up to squeeze his hands gently before stroking his hair and turning him toward the other for a kiss. It was his anchor, it was his lifeline; the way Itachi pulled him close in just a simple embrace. He didn't understand how the other knew how to calm him down, pulling him back away from the edge where everything made him more nervous than he realized and leading him back toward that place where it was easier to just feel.

The kiss turned teasing, lips pulling back and tempting him to follow, hand sliding back down to his ass and kneading the globes that were still so highly sensitive from the spanking. A spanking! But even the thought of that ignoble punishment wasn't enough to distract him from the sweetness of the pleasure Itachi was giving him, or keep him from pushing his ass up when fingertips teased over his entrance. He wasn't even thinking about it, just whined when Itachi pulled far enough back from the kiss that he couldn't follow.

"Itachi," he moaned, twisting his hips when the fingers slipped back and away from the place he wanted them to go.

"Don't you mean sir, pet?" Itachi teased.

Kiba made a noise of annoyed displeasure that morphed into a moan as a fingertip slid inside him, completely forgetting just for the moment that he wasn't supposed to want that.

Then the finger was gone, and the whining was back.

"Want something, pet?" came that sinful voice again.

Kiba growled, about done with all of this. He wasn't going to give in; he wouldn't. "Go fuck – [i]ah![/i]" he cried out as the finger was back, striking with perfect aim against his prostate.

"Fuck you, puppy?" Itachi crooned right next to his ear, massaging that perfect spot for just a moment before pulling out and making him feel empty. "Soon, but you have to tell me what you want."

Two fingers now, twisting back and forth just inside the ring, making him pant and give in just a bit. "More," he said harshly, mewling and rocking his ass, squeezing like he wanted to take the fingers in deeper.

"More in your ass?"

His hesitation to answer just made Itachi slide his fingers out, Kiba shaking in frustration before finally breaking down and saying "yes."

He'd swear he could almost [i]hear[/i] the raven's smirk when the other said, "Whatever you want, pet."

He wanted. He didn't like what he wanted, but he did. And soon his curiosity about the toys was satisfied when something soft and wet pressed against his hole, opening it slightly before popping in.

The beads.

It wasn't much of a sensation at first; they weren't very big, or hard. Being repeatedly stretched open was more of a turn-on than he wanted to admit, though. Then they started moving deeper. The very fact that they were so soft seemed to make it easier for them to push together and mold to his insides, opening him up as the seemingly never-ending string of beads continued to be pushed into his ass. He shifted, catching his breath. He could squeeze, and they would give, but then they would push back insistently in a way that made him feel more and more stretched and open.

When he reached the point where he thought he just couldn't take any more, Itachi proved him wrong, pushing in a few more of the balls and making him feel like he was full to bursting. He panted. It was strange, it was good but in a way he couldn't quite comprehend. Itachi rubbed his lower back in soothing circles with one hand while the other slid between his legs and gave his cock some much-needed friction. He wanted to sigh in relief, wanted to thank him, but couldn't quite find the words to say.

"What's it feel like, pet?" Itachi murmured, leaning over and kissing at his lower back.

Kiba just moaned as the fingers that had been massaging his lower back slid down to his entrance, pushing and pulling at the string connected to the last bead. He panted, not knowing how to answer as the last ball almost slipped out before Itachi pushed it back in, tongue licking around his entrance.

"Full?" Itachi mused, licking and sucking.

Finally Kiba found the strength to nod, then just said "Yes" when some part of his brain registered the fact that if Itachi's mouth was down there he might not be looking up at his head. The vibrations of the other man's answering chuckle distracted him from even thinking, though, even as those kisses moved to the side and he felt teeth bite into his ass. That just made him jerk, moaning when two of the beads were pulled out with almost audible pops.

"Better?" came that sinful voice again, just before the tongue was back, licking and poking as Itachi started playing with the beads. It was all Kiba could do to just whine, missing the hand on his cock when it moved to help steady the other man as he pulled beads out one by one, ever so slowly. Sometimes he wouldn't just pull them out. Sometimes he'd push them back in. Sometimes he'd push them back in with his tongue. Sometimes he'd just tug, but slide it from side to side so that it felt like the ball was trying to open him up in ways he didn't even know he could open up.

He felt empty as the last bead was finally pulled from him, ass clinching around nothingness, almost wanting to beg for more. [i]Fuck[i], but Itachi was a fucking genius. A cruel, manipulative, heartless genius who seemed to know just what to do to steal every thought out of Kiba's head with his hands and his mouth.

Grunting he sucked in a breath as he felt Itachi move until he was between his legs and leaning over him rubbing his still-clothed erection against his ass. Then there was that long soft hair falling over his hands in a way that made him clinch it in his fingers, wishing he could tangle his hands in it properly, moaning as those lips found his neck again and kissed before teeth bit down and the roughness of silk was pressed against his tenderized asshole by Itachi's cock. He scrambled for something, [i]anything[i], to hold onto. Fingertips pulled at the other's shirt, exposing skin for him to touch - anything, something, just to feel, just to be able to [i]do[i] something. Then Itachi's hands slid around him, teasing his nipples, pinching and rubbing as the raven humped against him in some echo of what Kiba was surprised to find he actually wanted. Damnit, but the fucking bastard had awakened this craving in him, and it pissed him the fuck off.

"Enjoying yourself, pet?"

Kiba held back a moan as best he could. It was hard to do with that soft warm breath at his ear, puffing in silent laughter. He couldn't help the way he was arching back up into Itachi though. It was just all too -

"Want more?" Itachi purred, slowing his actions to an excruciating pace. "Because if not, I could just - oh, you know, let you get some sleep."

[i]Fucking prick[/i] "bastard tease asshole fucker - sir," Kiba bit out, whining at the way Itachi bit his ear before laughing softly.

"You didn't answer my question."

[i]Question[/i]. Kiba was too turned on to even think, and Itachi wanted him to [i]answer a fucking question?[/i] He growled, trying to remember, trying to - ignore the low sexy laugh that was vibrating right next to his ear. Fuck, but that laugh sent shivers down his spine.

"Do you want more, pet?" Itachi repeated, seeming to hesitate a bit. Then it was like there was no more hesitation, just that cock pressing against him in a way that made Kiba curse the fact that silkworms were ever invented. "Do you want," he said again, tongue flicking out and traveling over Kiba's ear in a way that made him want [i]everything[/i], "me to fuck you?"

Kiba stopped breathing at those words.

He did. Fuck but he did. Fuck but he wasn't supposed to. Fuck but his ass - that cock - he wanted it, craved it, more than anything else in this world at the moment.

But Itachi wanted him to say it. Probably wanted him to beg. Probably wanted him to say -

"If you do, ask nicely," Itachi murmured, amused but with a hint of barely-controlled lust that just turned Kiba on more. "Say please."

Fucking bastard. Seriously, he was. And Kiba wondered if it was all just one big tease. There were more toys, he knew - that glass rod was stuck in his memory, at the least - and he wondered, if he asked, if the bastard would just pull back and toy with him some more. Probably. Fucking prick.

Kiba growled at the thought.

He rubbed his head against the bed and then turned to try and catch a glimpse of Itachi, silk sliding down far enough to let him look out through just a sliver if he tilted his head back. He just looked, for a moment, neck straining as he pulled against the chain, gratified by the heat in the other's night-dark eyes.

"Take your please and shove it up your ass. Sir," he bit out. The look of mild surprise was nice, as was the slight frustration. It helped with what he was about to say. "And then, Sir," he said, swallowing just to get through the next few words, "Fuck me. Fuck me with your big. Fat. Cock."

Kiba smirked at that. In for a penny, in for a pound, he supposed. And it was definitely worth it to see the shock and the rush of lust in Itachi's eyes, even if the answering grin was wicked enough to make him wonder how fucking stupid he'd been to say such a thing.

"Whatever you want," Itachi said, leaning closer and sliding hands down to grip Kiba's hips, "puppy."

Oh, shit.
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