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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
- 2
- 3
- 4
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, citrusy, references to bondage, language per usual

A/N: Things heat up a bit in this chappie :)

Betad by Prism0467 <3

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Itachi almost hummed on the way home. That flash of defiance in Kiba's eyes was just what he was looking for. It thrilled him. The obedience that came next was even better, though. Another part of him was tempted to scrap the whole thing and just treat this like a normal vanilla relationship, whatever that was like.

He knew that he wouldn't be satisfied with that for very long, though. As much as he wanted Kiba in his life, he knew himself well enough that he at least had to see if the other was open to his... kinks. If he was lucky, Kiba would be as into it as he was. From the way the other was acting, he suspected this might be the case.

He glanced over. The younger man was fidgeting a bit, looking out the window. His breath was slightly faster than normal, and every so often he'd raise his fingers to the collar and then frown, looking back at Itachi with wary eyes. It seemed like the waiting was killing him. From what Itachi could see of the slight bulge in his pants, though, he wasn't exactly opposed to the idea.

This was a game, and hopefully they both knew it. Itachi planned, of course, to clarify the rules of the game in the near future; he wanted more than just three days and providing some security as he pushed the Kiba's limits would probably tip the odds more in his favor on that account. It was rather delicious thinking of all the possibilities running through the other man's mind, though. Assumptions. Guesses. Hopes. Fears.

Itachi wished he could know them all.

He pulled into the garage and stepped out of the car, turning to rest his arms on the hood as he watched Kiba get out. For a moment, the brunet turned around looking for the exit, then he noticed Itachi hadn't moved. He frowned as he looked over, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"What..."

"Hn?"

"What do you want?"

The statement held a hint of challenge and a hint of desire. There was curiosity there as well. When Itachi took a moment to answer, Kiba's breath quickened, and it almost looked like he was on the verge of running away. Again.

Itachi leaned forward as if he would give chase, his predatory instincts engaged by the look on the other man's face. It wasn't exactly fear. But it was a look that told him he had Kiba exactly where he wanted him.

"Come here," he ordered, watching to see if the other would obey.

Kiba hesitated. For more than a second. Looking to the side and sticking his hands in his pockets as he thought it over. Itachi didn't really mind; in so many ways he preferred this type of seduction to any overt show of force. Prey trapped by their own weaknesses and assumptions. Most of the time he didn't give a damn about them, because most of the time his talents were used for business.

Kiba was different. With Kiba, he felt his own heart start beating faster as the other paused and then came to a decision, walking around the car and stopping in front of Itachi with a bored look of defiance on his face.

"So I'm here," Kiba said, stepping back slightly as Itachi moved forward, soon finding himself leaning back against the hood of the car with Itachi a hairsbreadth away.

"So you are," Itachi said, smirking. "What type of car is this again?"

"Car?" Kiba said, looking a bit flustered. "Uh, 2006 Aston Martin V12 Vanquish, right?"

"Have you ever been fucked on the hood of an Aston Martin Vanquish, Kiba?"

The look of shock on the other man's face was amusing, as was the way his hands shifted on the metal of the hood. Itachi figured that if he wanted to, Kiba could pretty easily push him away. Not that he would force him anyhow. This was a bit of a gamble, but he didn't mind the risk.

It seemed like it was paying off anyhow, because Kiba didn't push him away. He did shift his hands more to lean back, looking over as one slipped a bit onto the windshield. Itachi used that distraction as a chance to slide a hand up and tug at one of the rings at the front of the collar, slipping a leg between the other man's and urging him to spread them further.

Kiba's head whipped back around and his eyes were wide and filled with uncertainty. It was a strange emotion to see in their darkened depths, though not terribly surprising. If Itachi's guess was correct, Kiba had actually never been fucked. Oh, he wasn't a virgin - much to the raven's displeasure - but from what he knew, no one had ever taken him. He hoped that was true. It would explain his hesitance, and the way he opened his mouth to say "Itachi?"

"Hmm?" the older man replied, brushing his lips feather-light over the other's mouth.

"I..."

"Shh," he replied, kissing gently. Kiba seemed frozen by indecision, but Itachi was patient. He kept moving his mouth against the others, teeth gently teasing his bottom lip until the other started to respond. When he felt a hand move to touch his hip he smiled into the kiss, moving his other hand up into Kiba's hair and pressing deeper into the kiss. The fingers that had been wrapped around the metal ring slid down the other man's neck and over his shoulder, pulling him closer.

Kiba's hands grew bolder, sliding up Itachi's back as he opened his mouth to the older man's questing tongue. He moaned when Itachi's hand on his hip urged him forward, pressing them together and letting Itachi know in no uncertain terms that Kiba was enjoying this even if he was hesitant. It made the Uchiha groan in response, rocking against the younger man and arching back as he felt Kiba's hand cup his ass. They fit together incredibly well, Kiba's tongue battling his for dominance, the hand not on his ass sliding up and tugging at his hair tie to let his long black hair flow over his shoulders.

He chuckled and tightened his grip on the back of the other man's head, nipping at his tongue and sliding his hand around to the front of Kiba's pants. That made the other stiffen a bit and try to pull back. Their eyes met. Kiba opened his mouth as if to speak as Itachi's long slender fingers stroked up and down the clothed erection. The Uchiha narrowed his eyes and pressed harder, smiling at the small gasp that earned.

"Kiba," he murmured, leaning forward to taste those lips again even as his nimble fingers undid the fastenings to the other's pants and slid down to hold the other man's cock. Kiba made a small strangled noise, hands clinging to him now, head falling back a bit as the other focused more on the sensations drawn by the fingers dancing over his length. Itachi didn't mind though. He just slid his mouth over to Kiba's ear, nibbling it gently and humming in pleasure at the response. He wanted this man. Wanted him gasping and panting, wanted to push him past the edge of comprehension. Right now, though, he just wanted to make him cum.

He pumped the others length, resting his forehead on Kiba's shoulder as the other pulled him tight, arching his back and letting Itachi have the perfect view of the hard hot cock in his grasp. Not a bad length, not a bad size, and it smelled delicious. Itachi wanted to wrap his mouth around it and suck until Kiba was grasping the metal of the hood so tight that it dented. He turned his head and nuzzled at the thought, smiling when the leather and metal pressed against his forehead. He could feel the other getting closer. The low keening noise next to his ear let him know how much Kiba was enjoying this, and Itachi knew he'd want to do this again in full light to be able to see the way his muscles contracted as he tried to hold back. Itachi was having none of that, though. He twisted his hand around, sliding his thumb over the slit to gather enough pre-cum to provide some sort of lubrication as he stroked.

"Cum for me, Kiba," Itachi said, turning his head to kiss the other man's ear again. Kiba made a garbled noise, almost incredulous, and panted for a few seconds as Itachi stroked harder, sliding his mouth down the other's neck to bite down hard at the juncture between neck and shoulder. The bite drew a cry from the other's throat and he came, shooting up Itachi's hand and collapsing back as his hips thrust forward. Itachi pulled him close, moving to support his weight as he continued to pump every drop of cum from the hot cock in his grasp.

He turned to look at the hand as the other held to him tightly, taking a moment to bring it to his lips and lap up the cum coating the back of his hand. It was good. A bit bitter, but he could improve that. He didn't think there was anything better than having Kiba in his arms, though. Maybe seeing his face as it contorted in orgasm. Or - well, there were quite a few things he could think of that would be better than this, but all of them involved Kiba. Not that it was a surprise. He smirked at himself, rubbing the other man's back as he came down from his high, wondering how he'd respond once he was himself again.

Kiba jerked away suddenly, pushing Itachi back and tucking himself into his pants. He looked up warily like he expected Itachi to jump him right then and there, but the older man just kept licking at his hand. Kiba flushed, and Itachi wanted to know what that looked like in the light. He was very visual, after all. The sight of Kiba stepping away from the car and locating the exit wasn't unexpected, though the way he looked back almost hesitantly to see if Itachi was watching him was a nice touch. Shaking his head, Itachi followed Kiba out of the garage and into the main house.

"I uh," Kiba said, turning on the lights and looking around. "I think I need to use the restroom."

Itachi nodded, eyes not missing the way Kiba's hands raised to his collar and tried to move it around, fingers pausing on the buckle before he took off down the hall. Itachi let him go. He turned to the kitchen counter and picked up the note left there, scanning the elegant handwriting for the message.

His brother was eloquent even when terse. He and Naruto would be camping for the next three days - Itachi assumed he'd received his voice mail. He laughed at the thought of Sasuke camping - or hiking, for that matter - but just folded it and slipped it into the drawer. He'd let Kiba know. Sometime.

He walked down the hallway towards the bathroom, noticing that the light was off. There was light on under Kiba's bedroom door, though, so he knocked and waited for permission to enter.

"Ah," Kiba said, "Come on in."

Itachi just opened the door and leaned against the doorjamb, a quick smile flashing across his face as he saw Kiba looking at the collar and the bite mark in the mirror. His jacket was laid carelessly on the bed under the discarded tie. He looked over warily, hands moving to pull the unbuttoned portion of his dress shirt together.

"What do you - ah..."

"Want?" Itachi completed for him, smirking.

Kiba's eyes flashed with a bit of anger at the word, but he nodded.

"I want you to get some good sleep tonight. Naruto and Sasuke are on a camping trip, so we have the place to ourselves."

The reaction to that bit of news was rather gratifying, though Itachi wasn't quite sure if he would be able to sort out all the emotions that crossed the younger man's face.

"Come meet me in the study tomorrow morning after you wake up. Dress - well, dress however you think I would like."

It sounded like a test, he was sure, and in a way it was. But no matter what happened, Kiba would be flying with passing colors.

After pausing a moment to see if Kiba had any questions he turned and closed the door, walking towards his study. He had work to do. And only half of it was about his business.

. . .

Bastard. Motherfucking Uchiha bastard. Kiba wanted to beat his head against the wall after the other left, and actually did just that a few times before he knocked hard enough to actually hurt.

How the fuck had he gotten himself into this mess?

Sighing, he went over and locked his bedroom door. Not that Itachi wouldn't have a key, but damn. At least then he'd have warning if the other decided to burst in. Of course, he'd asked politely before, but - aaaaah, this all made his head hurt. He had no clue what to think, everything the other man was doing was pulling him one way and the other. And the motherfucking collar!

He lifted his hands to his neck and unbuckled the damn thing, tempted to throw it against the wall. He clinched his fist around it instead and tossed it onto the bed, stripping out of his cum-encrusted shirt and pants and tossing them in the dirty clothes. Fucker probably paid a few hundred dollars for 'em, then decides to get Kiba's cum all over them. Fucking deserved it.

He stormed off to the bathroom attached to his and Naruto's room and started at himself in the mirror again, shivering slightly at the sight of the bite. Itachi's teeth were sharp. Memories of the other things that had been going on at the time of the bite welled up in his mind and he groaned, rubbing at his eyes and stomping into the shower, not really giving a shit if the water was cold when it first blasted his body.

Maybe it would talk some sense into his cock, which was threatening to stir again at the memories. Like he really wanted to beat off to that fucking bastard. Itachi seemed to think all he had to do was crook his little finger and Kiba would come on command.

He flushed at that thought. He hadn't, really, though it had been pretty damn close. He leaned forward and put his hands on the showerhead, letting the water run over the back of his head. It wasn't his fault. It was the alcohol. And the bet. And the car. It was a fucking sexy car. It had nothing to do with the man whose hand had been sliding up and down his cock so perfectly, or the collar that had bitten into his skin with this edge of pain that just made the pleasure all that much better, or the thoughts of what it would be like to be pushed down and fucked by the cock Itachi had hidden away underneath his pants - yeah, nothing to do with those things at all.

He laughed at himself then groaned miserably, shaking his head from side to side against his arms. And of course, fucking Naruto wasn't around to talk things over with. The jerk just had to go and take Sasuke hiking without even a text message of warning. For a second, Kiba worried that Sasuke had kidnapped him and stolen his phone, but the very idea made him snort. Yeah, because it was so farfetched to think that the absentminded blond hadn't just wandered off after the raven shook his ass at him. Bloody motherfucking Uchihas.

Sighing, he grabbed the body wash and started lathering up, wanting to wash everything off of him. He started washing his back and leaned back, thinking. It wasn't that he was opposed to sex, though he didn't really go in for random one-night stand types of things. Well, all that often. It was more, he thought, that he was used to being in the driver's seat. Hell, if Itachi wanted him to fuck him, damn if Kiba wouldn't be able to put on a good show. He grinned, hands slipping down to his ass as he remembered the way the other's had felt in his hand. It'd felt good. Itachi was fucking sexy as all hells. Kiba could deal with throwing him down and fucking him. The idea of seeing those haughty eyes filled with need just served to reinforce his growing erection.

As his fingers slid back against his own asshole he wondered if being taken wasn't an even more exciting idea, though. He shuddered, remembering how easily Itachi had manipulated him on the car hood, the way he'd taken control and driven Kiba absolutely insane with need. He bit his bottom lip. He'd never been fucked. Never even really penetrated during sex except that one time some girl had tried to pull a prostate massage during a blowjob. That hadn't gone over too well, but then again, she was an idiot.

Itachi was anything but.

Pulling his hands away from his ass Kiba turned and rinsed before grabbing a towel and going back to flomp on the bed. Yelping when his ass hit something hard he reached under himself and pulled out the damn collar.

"Piece of shit," Kiba said, scowling down on it. It really wasn't. From his work with animals he knew that this was a well-made collar, the leather sturdy but mellowed enough to bend somewhat easily. The inside was brushed soft. It hadn't chafed his skin, which was good - he was worried enough that Naruto might catch him with it on, he didn't know what the other would say if he saw the leftover marks. Probably laugh his ass off. Naruto liked Itachi for some reason. But then again, Naruto liked Sasuke too, so his judgment was pretty suspect.

Kiba frowned, letting the damn thing rest on his stomach for a bit, fingers running over the metal and leather as his mind wandered. Three days left. Well, a little less; he was going to count from when they started to the mall. Hopefully Itachi would view things like that as well. If not, he'd just have to fucking deal.

His dreams were haunted with possibilities of what might happen in the next couple of days as he drifted off to sleep, one hand slipping down to play with his cock as the other clutched the red leather collar. His rest was fitful at first, distrustful that Itachi would stay away, but after a bit he relaxed enough to fall down into a deep and restful sleep, preparing for what was to come.
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