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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.

Warnings: YAOI, boyxboy, lemon in future chapters, references to bondage, 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 ^_^

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Itachi wasn't sure what had possessed Kiba to take his idle comment and turn it into a real bet, but he wasn't going to complain, especially with a pleased-as-punch Kiba sitting next to him in his Vanquish. The look on the brunet's face as he drove the Aston Martin around had been priceless. For a moment, Itachi had been jealous of the car. Then, he'd thought about what Kiba might be willing to do if he let him drive it.

That would be an exercise for another day, though, because if all went as planned, Kiba would be doing whatever he wanted for the next three days. The very thought of it brought a smirk to Itachi's lips. It made the knowledge of the tongue-thrashing he was going to receive when his gardener came home completely worth it. Zetsu wasn't the most patient of people on the best of days, but there was no telling how he'd react when he came home from his stay in the Amazon rainforest and found out that an amateur had been messing around with his precious plants. It was almost a good thing that Kiba had come up with this idea, because Itachi had been starting to run out of ways to keep the other man busy and half-naked outside his window.

He wasn't too pleased with the idea of his brother being entangled with the blond guy, but had pretty much surrendered to the inevitable when Sasuke insisted on staying in Konoha for junior college instead of going straight to university. Still, Kiba made putting up with Naruto worth it. He'd just never quite figured out how to tell the man of his interest.

It was just so rare that he actually had to pursue someone. Rarer still, if he was honest, that someone actually interested him. But the other man could be surprisingly intelligent at times, and that was an intriguing mix when coupled with the overwhelming animal magnetism Kiba displayed without even being aware of it. Even if the other was sometimes amazingly obtuse.

Their first stop at the college was the admissions office. Kiba gave him a skeptical look when they started up to the doors, but that look changed to absolutely dumbfounded when they were called in to the dean of admissions office and papers were placed in front of him.

"Just sign," the dean said, glancing up at the Uchiha as he stood behind Kiba. Itachi had to chuckle a bit at the other's reaction, especially when they stopped by the financial aid office and Kiba learned that they'd somehow managed to find him enough funding to cover most of his books and tuition. He'd have to do work-study with one of his professors and figure out some sort of housing situation, but Itachi figured that would be easy. Especially if all went as planned.

As foolish as he considered Sasuke's relationship with Naruto to be, his obsession with the blond's best friend was probably even more so. Theoretically, according to his friends, he could have anyone he wanted. Except that he didn't want just anybody. Sure, he'd dallied about here and there, and he knew his tastes ran to the somewhat more exotic variety of experience, but he didn't really go out of his way to experience such things. Some of the people who knew him actually considered him to be asexual basically because he didn't get involved. He hadn't really had a long-term partner. The concept of being a couple with someone just to be a couple wasn't anything that appealed to him. What did appeal to him - well, that was something that very few people had any notion of.

Sasuke knew. But then again, Sasuke was almost as brilliant as his older brother; even Itachi had to admit that. Plus, the occasional inquiry about Kiba for information he couldn't just pick up from his usual sources was probably a pretty obvious way to clue him in. He hadn't known that Kiba was rejected from college - a glaring oversight he'd have to take out on Sasuke later - but if Kiba had known how much Itachi did know about him, there was no way he would've been so nonchalantly calm walking beside him down the sidewalk back to the car.

It had all started years ago, actually. Itachi and Sasuke had moved to Konoha so that the younger Uchiha could go to Konoha High. It was a family tradition, and even if there wasn't much family any more, Itachi believed in tradition. It was there that Sasuke had met Naruto. Of course, things weren't exactly smooth between them at first - Itachi remembered quite a few uncharacteristic black eyes and bloody noses showing up, and a couple of trips to the principal's office - but once things had settled down, the blond became a somewhat regular visitor over at their house. As did, of course, his best friend Kiba.

At first Itachi had barely even paid attention to the two newcomers, other than to make sure they didn't have any serious stains to indicate they would be a bad influence on Sasuke. No history of drug use, though, and only a few minor incidents of vandalism - throwing eggs at cars during the previous year's graduation ceremony had been the worst - so Itachi just let them be. That was, of course, until they day he'd heard a crash outside his office door and gone out to see one of his mother's old collectible Waterford vases on the floor in pieces. It wasn't exactly like they didn't have quite a few of the things, but it had still made Itachi see red, especially when he also saw the blond idiot looking completely guilty crouched down like he'd tried to catch the thing when it fell.

Kiba hadn't been anywhere near the table, but as soon as Itachi started moving forward towards Naruto he was right there between them, looking up at the older man with such fierce determination it had made Itachi pause. No one stood up to him when he was angry, except maybe Sasuke. And his brother would probably have just tried talking Itachi down, or gotten Naruto out of the way. Not Kiba. He stood there, hands curled into fists, almost daring Itachi to come at him. Making it clear that going through him was the only way he'd get to Naruto. It was intriguing.

Sasuke had found his way into the room before anything happened, however, punching Naruto himself once he saw what he'd done. Kiba hadn't exactly been too happy about that, and Itachi had returned to his office while the three squabbled amongst themselves. The whole incident had blown over pretty quickly, but the interest in Kiba that it had caused in Itachi never waned.

He glanced over as they pulled out of the University parking lot, pleased with how ecstatic the younger man was acting. It was nice seeing him so happy, and knowing that he was the one behind Kiba's happiness. As he got on the highway heading towards downtown, Itachi wondered how long it would take for the other to remember the bet. Three days. Whatever Itachi wanted. No other rules or stipulations.

And after all these years, Itachi wanted a lot.

. . .

Kiba was almost bouncing in his seat as they left the university. He couldn't believe it. It was incredible. He couldn't wait to tell Naruto and Sasuke - hell, he couldn't wait to tell his mom. He glanced over at Itachi, grinning from ear to ear, and let his face soften into a smile. Maybe the other man wasn't quite as much of a bastard as he'd thought.

Something about the other man's expression, though, made him a bit suspicious, and he looked around. "We aren't headed toward the nursery, are we?" he asked, confused. Granted, he hadn't been to the nursery here, but typically they were on the outskirts of town. Not deep in downtown. At least, in his experience.

"I changed my mind," Itachi said.

"Oh?" Kiba said, still a bit confused. Something was bothering him though - something very important.

"Yes, I decided I wanted something else today," the other continued, turning into a parking garage.

The emphasis on the word want made everything snap into focus in Kiba's mind, and he grew still. The smirk on Itachi's face when he pulled into a parking space and turned to look at him made him feel like a cornered animal. He hadn't even thought about - there was no way - but something in the way the other's eyes looked at him made him realize that yes, there was. He'd said he'd do whatever Itachi said, and that meant whatever Itachi wanted to do... shit.

Wary now, he just said "Oh."

The smirk deepened as Itachi got out of the car. Kiba followed, feeling much more subdued and waiting for the other shoe to drop. They walked over to an elevator that would let them into the building above the garage. Kiba had no clue what it was - it could be anything. Images of some seedy sex club filled his head, or even a hotel, or worse. There was probably worse. He wasn't really sure. Sasuke sometimes told them stories about Itachi, but he was pretty sure that the younger Uchiha was just fucking with him with some of the things he said. Still, nothing in Itachi's demeanor gave anything away.

"So, um," he finally said as they stepped into the elevator, swallowing, "what do you want?"

Itachi just turned to him and looked him up and down, a smile flitting across his face that made Kiba back into the wall. Surely Itachi wouldn't do something in an elevator, right? Really, all Kiba'd thought he meant when he agreed to whatever Itachi wanted was -

"Right now," Itachi said, "I want to take you shopping."

He turned and pressed a button on the panel, waiting patiently as they rode up several floors. It was almost a let-down when the doors opened onto a regular shopping mall. Kiba had been expecting something dark and twisted, but this looked relatively normal. There were even kids walking around with their parents.

Itachi didn't wait for him, just left the elevator and walked down the corridor like he knew exactly where he was going. Then again, Kiba thought, this was his town. The Uchiha led him to an upscale menswear shop, the type that the brunet sometimes saw Sasuke go into but didn't really visit himself. It wasn't like he ever had anywhere to go wearing those types of clothes - or the money to invest in them.

They were immediately ushered into a private viewing room, and an attendant came out to help them. Itachi took a seat and told the man that he wanted a good suit for Kiba. Raising an eyebrow at the odd request, Kiba stood there and lifted his arms as the man came over, fussing and wrapping a tape measure around different areas of his body. It was weird, especially when the man started talking to him about different fabrics and cuts. He saw something being passed to Itachi before the other man stood and walked into a corner of the room, talking on his telephone and looking down at the piece of paper. Very weird, he thought. He didn't really know a thing about what the tailor was talking about, so he just offered up his opinion when needed and tried to keep an eye on the Uchiha.

Before long, he found himself in front of a mirror in a plain black pinstriped suit, white button down shirt, and red tie with a rather abstract pattern on it. He'd worn suits before, but damn, this one looked good on him. He couldn't help but smirk a bit as he turned around and got a good view, noticing Itachi's minute nod of approval. Maybe the older Uchiha was just eccentric. There were a few minor alterations to be made so Itachi arranged for them to pick up the suit on the way back to the car.

Wandering back outside, the two started walking down the corridor. Itachi kept looking at his watch, a slight frown on his face. "Everything alright?" Kiba finally said.

"Hn," Itachi said, glancing up at him and nodding. "Fine. Ah, is there anything you want to look at while we're here? Since we have a few minutes to kill."

Kiba was at a loss for a moment. A few small high-pitched yips broke his indecision, and he glanced down one of the side corridors. "Sure," he said, looking back to see if Itachi would follow him to the pet shop.

He wasn't a huge fan of pet shops per se, but he loved animals of all kinds. There was a glassed in pen near the front of the shop with little puppies in it that drew his attention. He smiled, kneeling down and laughing when one of the puppies came closer and licked the glass. It was white with curly hair and floppy ears. One ear was brown, and there was a brown spot on its nose as well. The sight of a pale hand reaching down to pick up the puppy made Kiba look up in surprise, thoughtful at the look on the Uchiha's face.

"I've always been more of a cat person myself," Itachi confessed, holding the dog up carefully, eyes softening at the antics of the innocent youngster. "They seem to be better at taking care of themselves."

"Dogs are loyal though, and they are playful too."

"Easier to train as well?" Itachi asked, looking down at Kiba with amusement.

Something about Itachi's tone made him want to flush, but he just stared back in challenge. "Sometimes. It all depends. I prefer to think it's more a bond of loyalty between the dog and its owner than the owner just making the dog do what it wants it to do. At least, if it's a good owner..."

An elegant shrug followed and Itachi carefully placed the puppy down in the pen, scratching it behind the ears. "Perhaps I'll have to get a puppy one of these days and try it out."

He walked deeper into the store and Kiba walked with him, smiling at the children looking at the showcased kittens. "Maybe. I think you're smart about not getting a dog if there's no one to take care of it on a regular basis. They're very social animals, and don't do well left on their own."

Kiba knelt down again when a little gray kitten caught his attention, one finger playfully batting at the paw that poked through its cage door. He glanced over when he heard one little boy crying about having to put a collar on his pet.

"But she doesn't want a collar, daddy!" the boy sobbed, hugging his new puppy close while the father and store clerk stood by helplessly. Kiba remembered having similar arguments with his own mother. "It'll hurt her!"

"It's okay, Brian," the dad said soothingly. "It won't hurt her. Collars are a sign that you care about your puppy. You wouldn't want her to get lost, would you?"

"No," the boy said, frowning down at the little puppy that was licking his face in an attempt to comfort her new friend.

The clerk chose that moment to add to the conversation. "We have a wide variety of collars for you to give to your pet."

"It's like a necklace, Brian. Mommy wears necklaces, right?"

"Yes," the boy finally said, starting to follow them deeper into the store.

Kiba smiled and shook his head at the strange encounter, jumping slightly when he felt cool fingertips on the back of his neck. He stared up at Itachi, wondering suddenly what the smile teasing the edges of Itachi's mouth meant. Frowning, he stood and shoved his hands in his pockets, chewing on his bottom lip.

Itachi glanced down at his phone, checking a text message. "I believe our purchases are ready. Did you have anything else you wanted to see here?"

"No," Kiba answered, feeling a bit self-conscious suddenly. He started walking out into the mall, not wanting to follow Itachi. Then he got the distinct impression that the other man was looking at his ass. Turning around would have just made him appear more nervous, though, so he shoved his hands deeper and walked back towards the clothing store. He looked down as he walked, mind full of thoughts.

Itachi wanted him.

Why, or how, he didn't know. It was unexpected. Itachi was sex on legs, but didn't really act like it. He wasn't one to show off - unlike Sasuke, who sometimes wore the craziest outfits, especially when they went out clubbing together. Itachi was different. More subdued. Scarier. He chanced a look over at the man who was now walking beside him stride for stride, and looked away quickly, not sure what to say. This man could have anyone, and he wanted Kiba.

The question, then, was did Kiba want Itachi?

It wasn't an easy question to answer. Itachi lived in that realm of supermodels and actors that one looked at from afar. One might talk about wanting them, but when the opportunity actually presented itself, the truth of the matter wasn't quite so obvious. Itachi was the big brother of one of his best friends; he'd known him since he was a teenager.

Which just begged another question. Just how long had Itachi wanted him?

That made Kiba stop a moment, shaking his head when Itachi turned to raise an eyebrow in inquiry. "Nothing," he muttered, not sure which would be a better answer - that Itachi had lusted after him since he was a teenager, or that he'd just started this summer. That was, of course, assuming it was lust at all. Itachi hadn't really made any moves, it was all subtext and teasing. Maybe he just wanted to get Kiba a nice suit. Be his Daddy Warbucks or something.

Fat chance of that.

But it was obvious that Itachi wouldn't answer him anyhow, yet. He rubbed the back of his neck where the other's fingers had brushed, following him into the store.

"Go change," Itachi said, motioning to the boxes and turning towards the cashier. "Ah, leave that one."

Kiba frowned at the long gold box and picked up the clothing boxes, bristling slightly at the order. He was used to Itachi giving commands, but that was only when it came to gardening or keeping his shoes off the coffee table. He didn't really want the other man to get the idea that he could order him around in everyday situations. Of course, all this was thought when he was already halfway to the changing room where it would've looked strange to turn around and complain. Kiba shook his head as he stepped inside the room and stripped down to his underwear. He opened the boxes, blinking at the silky red boxers on top of the suit. That wasn't something he'd seen coming. He half-expected to see the stupid Uchiha fan embroidered on the back when he picked them up. Snorting, Kiba half-decided to ignore them - but the fabric was soft and stretchy, and they were certainly nicer than the old ratty boxers he had on.

Sighing, he stripped all the way and pulled on the boxers, checking himself out in the mirror and doing a few muscleman poses. The red did look good against his skin, though the tan lines from his shorts were pretty damn obvious. Too much time in the sun. Kiba smirked and picked up the pants, sliding them on and checking out the fall. They were nice as well, a good fall. He didn't miss that they showed off his ass pretty well too. Shaking his head he put on the shirt and jacket. His fingers slid with practiced easy as they tied the knot in the tie, sliding it up and straightening things all up right. He cleaned up pretty damn good if he did say so himself. The tattoos on his face might be off-putting to some people, but the tie set them off rather nicely. Who knew, maybe Itachi just needed a hot date. He certainly was that.

Kiba picked up the last box and raised an eyebrow at the black dress shoes. He didn't know how Itachi knew his size. Didn't remember them taking measurements of his feet. Then again, it was Itachi. The man could evidently do almost anything. Kiba slipped on the shoes and took a few steps around, deciding not to complain. If this was how Itachi dressed him, they must be going somewhere fancy. It was still strange not to be in the driver's seat, but he was more curious than worried now.

The look in Itachi's eyes when he walked out was worth it, too. Yeah, Itachi wanted him. He still wasn't altogether sure how he felt about that, but on some level it was amazingly flattering. He watched as the other slid the gold box into a pocket inside his suit jacket raised his eyes curiously, but Itachi just gave him a hint of a smile and motioned towards the door.

"The other items will be delivered tomorrow morning, Mr. Uchiha," the clerk said, making Kiba glance over curiously.

"That's fine," Itachi said, following Kiba out into the mall.

Kiba glanced over curiously. "Other items?"

A soft chuckle came, followed by, "You'll see."

Scowling, Kiba said, "You aren't making this easy you know."

"It's not about making it easy for you, though, is it? It's about what I want."

Kiba rolled his eyes at that. Their conversation had taken them to the elevator and Kiba got on, turning around and leaning against the wall as he looked up at the other man. "Why do I get the feeling I'm going to be hearing that pretty often for the next three days?"

That earned him an actual laugh, and a look he didn't think he'd ever seen in Itachi's eyes. It almost made his breath catch in his throat, and he swallowed, looking down. He'd known Itachi was attractive, but damn.

The silence between them grew awkward for a moment before Itachi reached out and touched Kiba's shoulder, motioning to the open elevator doors. "Shall we go?"

"Yeah, sorry. Distracted..."

"Hn."

Kiba fidgeted in his seat after they got back in the car, not quite sure what to say. Itachi let him keep his silence, pulling out and driving to a small restaurant overlooking the lake. They were seated right away on the second story patio, and Kiba just took a few minutes to enjoy the view of the sun setting behind the hills across the lake.

"This is nice," he said, turning and watching as Itachi ordered a bottle of wine for them. He wasn't sure how wise it was to be drinking alcohol with Itachi around, but like he'd said, it was about what he wanted.

And he wanted Kiba.

Enough to wine and dine him at one of the best places in town.

Kiba wondered if what came after would be as easy.

. . .

Dinner had been amazing. Steak, seafood, amazing cheese sticks - who knew high-class places could serve cheese sticks? - and the wine hadn't been that bad either. Contrary to Kiba's concern, he'd only had a couple of glasses. Itachi had been a great dinner companion as well, asking him about his parent's veterinary clinic and some of his classes at college. It felt weird to spend most of the time talking about himself, but it was nice to feel important.

He kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, but it seemed like Itachi genuinely liked him. So he wasn't really worried when he sat back down in the car after dinner, turning to thank the other for the evening. The sight of the gold box in the other man's hand had him pausing in confusion, especially when Itachi placed it into his hands.

"I want you to wear this," Itachi said, turning in his seat to watch him.

Frowning, Kiba shook the box. It didn't sound like jewelry. It wasn't as heavy as a watch. What the hell was it?

Huffing as he tried to guess unsuccessfully, he finally took off the lid of the box and looked down at the contents, furrowing his brow in confusion. "What the -" he said, picking it up and blinking in disbelief. "You want me to wear this?"

Itachi smirked, eyes firm. "Whatever I say. Whatever I want."

His voice was pure sin, making Kiba swallow as he looked down at the red leather in his hands. "But - Naruto, Sasuke -" he started to say as he glanced back up into those dark eyes. There was no quarter, no pity in them, and Kiba knew he had a choice to make here.

He could blame it on the bet, he thought, unfolding the leather collar. It was thick, heavy duty, with metal d-rings and a heavy buckle at the back. Probably perfectly his size, he realized, just like everything else. The thought that everything he was wearing had been bought by Itachi flashed through his mind just as he started to raise the leather to his neck. He looked into the other's eyes as he fastened it, not missing the look of pleasure on Itachi's face when his hands came down, or the way the other's gaze drifted down to his neck and then back up to his eyes. He didn't miss the words on the other's lips, either. Good boy, mouthed but not spoken.

His eyes flared wider and he almost said something. Some part of him wanted to rip the collar off and yell at Itachi, get out and slam the door and call Naruto to come pick him up.

But he didn't.
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