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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
- 4
- 5
- 6
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: Both hot and cool... such a nice combination ^_^

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Limits.

Itachi liked limits.

Part of maturing, he thought, was learning where one's limits were - and then, slowly, being able to expand them. It was a bit of a seesaw back and forth for a while sometimes as you found that you'd gone past some limits without even realizing it, but as you got older one good thing that happened was that you grew better and better at anticipating your limits. And the limits of those around you.

There were ways, in his mind at least, that good BDSM was even more about limits than about the specific acts involved in a scene themselves. Oh, he knew some people had specific fetishes - and he definitely had a few of his own - but it was much more interesting to him to be able to map out some of the inner limits of a sub and then push him to the edge, find that fine line between not enough and almost too much where some of the most incredible pleasure ever felt was to be found. It was a challenge, it was a hunt, and it was a rush to have the utter power of someone who had given themselves over to you at your disposal; especially if they came away from the experience unable to ever forget it.

Not that all his sessions went that well, but then again, he hadn't really taken on a long-term sub before. He just played. There was a club in town where he was a member, and a few of the men who went there had at one time or another joined him in a scene. One or two were actually good friends now. Still, as much as Itachi liked the idea of limits, none of those men had ever challenged his or come closer than arm's length to his heart.

The reason for this, he thought, was currently sitting next to him at his kitchen table chewing on his bottom lip and looking for all the world like he expected to be pounced on at any moment -and looking extremely pouncible, at that; Itachi certainly hadn't expected the Inuzuka to show up shirtless in his office that morning. His fingers itched to touch that tanned skin. He wanted to pinch and scratch and find out exactly what drove Kiba mad. Find out if he was one of those who liked it rough all the time, or who liked to be worked up from gentle to harsh. He could hardly wait.

But he would.

Patience was part of the game. Part of not spooking Kiba before he even really had him. Part of making him want this as much as Itachi did - or well, at least come close. Itachi had wanted this for years now; longer than strictly legal. He'd never been able to take on a sub with a similar body type or attitude because it ruined his focus. The only thing he saw was Kiba.

Kiba's spirit was one of the things he found most attractive about the other man, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt it in any way. He'd known people claiming to be Doms that tried to beat the spirit out of their subs, but personally he much preferred the idea of channeling that spirit. He wanted Kiba's passion, because it was Kiba, and he wanted Kiba. All of him.

Standing up from the table he picked up the contract, saying "Come with me."

Kiba followed him back to the study, standing by the desk while he filed away the contract for future reference. He'd seen enough while the other man was filling it out to know that there wouldn't be any problems with what he planned to do. He sat for a moment and looked up into dark eyes, Kiba lifting his chin in challenge as he stood above the older man.

"So?" he asked.

Itachi's lips twitched in amusement. He picked up the red leather in the middle of his desk and raised it up toward the other man. "I want you to put this on again."

He wanted to get Kiba used to the idea that the collar meant something. It wasn't just a fashion accessory. He didn't want him to wear it just because the red looked amazing against the other's tan skin or because of the usefulness of the little rings on the sides. It was a symbol, a sign of transition. From the way Kiba's breathing picked up, he was starting to get it, at least subliminally. The brunet's hands were steady as he took the collar and brought it to his neck, arching a bit as he reached back to work the buckles. Itachi's eyes were drawn to the play of muscles below the tan skin of the other's chest. He caught the look of amusement in Kiba's eyes when he glanced up and smirked in return.

"Good boy," Itachi said, watching the other's eyes darken in irritation at the pet name.

"I'm not a dog," Kiba complained, sticking his hands in his jeans.

"Of that," Itachi said, "I'm well aware."

The younger man looked like he was going to say something else, but evidently he was holding himself back.

Itachi was amused. He didn't really expect Kiba to slip into his role right away; on the contrary he expected that his normal character would probably stay much the same even if was well trained. It didn't bother the older man one bit. "Go get me the red box," he said, motioning to three boxes next to the table and chairs by the window. The top box long, flat and red. Underneath were a blue and a black box about the same size, though the black was a bit larger.

Kiba went over, tilting his head to see if he could figure out what was inside the bag next to the boxes. He didn't take too long though. Itachi motioned to one side of the desk as the other came back. Following his direction, Kiba set the box down and then waited as Itachi removed the lid, motioning for Kiba to explore the box's contents.

The first items out of the box were a pair of red leather cuffs that matched the collar. Itachi waited as Kiba examined them carefully. They were of excellent quality, with no rough patches on the edges or the inside. Itachi knew because he'd tried them himself that morning. A matching pair of larger shackles came next.

Kiba frowned at the items, apparently not having any trouble figuring out they were meant for his ankles. Itachi knew that he'd agreed to being fully restrained but he wasn't sure how the other was going to take things in their first session. He was debating himself if he'd actually use them or just have Kiba wear them for the mental aspect. His goal was to ease the other into things as slowly as needed.

The next item was a black eye mask that tied in the back. That didn't seem to bother Kiba, though Itachi wondered if he'd be begging to have it removed in the next hour or two. There was a slight smirk on the other's face when he pulled out the small flogger.

"Is this a toy?" Kiba said, flicking the mass of soft leather tails that fell a few inches away from the leather-wrapped handle.

Itachi just smirked. "Well, I am planning to play with it."

Kiba looked at him incredulously for a minute, mouth opening but no words coming out. Then he shook his head and looked down. "Shit, never thought I'd hear those words..."

The next object he pulled out stopped that train of thought, though. He picked up the little strip of leather, running his fingers along the snaps. "What the fuck is this?" he said, fastening the snap and sticking his finger inside the loop created, a totally puzzled look on his face.

It made Itachi's eyes light up with laughter. "You'll see," was all he said. He was starting to get impatient.

Kiba seemed to sense this and didn't spend too much time looking at the feather he pulled out next, though he did lift it to his lips and look down a bit teasingly at the older man as the soft down brushed against his skin. "What, you gonna tickle me to death?"

The next item made him frown slightly, though he didn't seem too threatened. It was a thin piece of cane about a foot and a half long. He put it down rather quickly and picked up the last item in the box.

"Suntan lotion?" Kiba said a bit incredulously.

"I hope you don't mind the smell of coco butter."

"No man, ah, sir? Yeah, but well." He shrugged, setting it down and messing with the tissue paper in the box to make sure he hadn't missed anything.

"Put it all back and then bring it with you," Itachi said, standing walking to the door.

The sound of the items going back into the box almost made him miss the soft "Yes sir," whispered in a sarcastic voice. He was tempted to turn and respond but just continued out the door, a small smile playing on his lips as he considered what came next.

. . .

Kiba frowned slightly as they went outside. He followed Itachi out to an area under the trees, glancing at a piece of furniture he hadn't ever seen out there before. It was like a low table, slightly padded with metal legs.

"What is this?" Kiba asked, setting the box down on a lounge chair that sat next to the table.

Itachi didn't answer, just looked at him with amusement for a moment. "Sit down," he finally said. "On that."

Raising an eyebrow in speculation Kiba sat down and looked at Itachi as he took the lid off the box and scooted the chair closer until he was nearly sitting between Kiba's knees.

"Hand," Itachi said, reaching up. Kiba frowned but reached out, feeling the strong slender fingers grasp his hands and give it a light massage for a moment before Itachi wrapped one of the leather cuffs around his wrist. The dark-haired man checked it carefully before asking for the other wrist and repeating the process.

Kiba closed his eyes briefly when Itachi asked for his feet next, fingertips pressing into the bottoms of his feet and almost making him wince before they were wrapped with leather as well. The brunet took a minute to feel the way the cuffs felt around his wrists before Itachi told him to lie back. Kiba really wasn't sure how he felt about this. He was starting to regret being half-naked, because it just made him even more aware of how easily he could be all naked right here. He'd agreed to be restrained, but hell. What if he changed his mind? Soon, that wouldn't be an option.

Well, it would be if Itachi honored his word, and Kiba grudgingly trusted him - but still.

He looked up at Itachi as the other came around to the head of the table, leaning over and urging Kiba to raise his arms above his head. It was easy for just a minute to pretend like it wasn't happening to him. That he wasn't being absolutely crazy by letting one of his best friend's big brother tie him down to a friggin' table or some shit outside of all places, where he planned to do things better left unsaid. Of course, by the time that all worked through his head the rope was through the rings on the cuffs. He tugged, frowning, and looked back up to see Itachi watching him rather intently. He wanted to ask him what the fuck he was looking at, but he didn't, just tugged on the cuffs a bit. Tight. Not too tight, but no give. He craned his neck to see. He might just might be able to figure out how to unbuckle them tied here like this, but -

The sight of Itachi standing up and coming back over with the blindfold caught his attention. "Ready?" Itachi said, bending down. Kiba scowled at him. Of course he wasn't fucking ready. Wasn't fucking planning on enjoying this either, it was just too weird. But he closed his eyes and lifted his head to let the other man tie the mask over his eyes, lying back down and wondering what came next.

"I'll be right back," Itachi said.

Kiba jerked his head toward where the other could be, hearing nothing but the soft crunch of Itachi's feet on the grass. Then it was quiet. He strained his ears, trying to hear what the other was doing, but the only sounds that came to him were birds chirping and the wind through the trees. After a while he could pick out the sound of water lapping against the dock. A few insects buzzed in the distance as well. It was calming in a way. After a while he stopped anticipating Itachi's return and just lay back. A patch of warmth crept up over his side. Sunlight, he thought, through a patch in the trees.

He was wondering when Itachi would be back when he felt a light tickling sensation stroke down the side of his chest.

He gasped, purely out of surprise.

"Damnit Itachi -" he said, arching up a bit when cool fingertips replaced the tickling sensation, brushing from his shoulder down his ribs and coming within inches of his nipple. At least, he thought they did. It was strangely hard to tell.

"Shh," Itachi whispered.

Kiba fell back, hissing as nails raked back up his skin. His eyes fluttered behind the mask until he decided to close them, feeling as the fingertips kept tracing over and around, almost tickling but not quite. He didn't know what to make of it. It was too light to be a massage, too random to be anything he could figure out, it was almost as if Itachi was learning the shape of his body with his fingers.

Then the feather was back, making him squirm though the trail it left was followed by those questing fingertips. Kiba lifted his chin as the feather moved higher. The feeling of nails on his neck made him suck in another breath, turning his head to the side as those fingers slid up to trace his ear. Suddenly the hand slid back and curled into his hair, jerking just the right side of tight and making the brunet gasp in response.

He heard a small noise from Itachi and wondered if he'd feel his mouth sometime soon. The memory of the kiss the previous night was burned into his memory. It didn't happen though. Instead the hand pulled back. He didn't feel anything. Frowning, he tried to anticipate, straining his ears to hear. It wasn't a sound that came next, however.

It was a shock of cold against his nipple. Quick, insistent - wet, he realized, as the drop of water rolled down over his chest. Another followed it and he shifted, rolling to the side trying to get away from that slow steady drip. The ice cube descending onto his skin made him still though, a soft litany of curses escaping his mouth as it slid lower between his ribcage and down to circle his belly button.

"Fucking Itach - shit!" Kiba swore as the ice was sucked up and replaced by a pair of cold lips. "Ffffff-fucking baahhh..."

He arched up into the mouth, gasping as a chilled tongue slid out and lapped against his belly button. It made him suck in his stomach vainly trying to get away, pulling at the chains around his wrist. He didn't know what to make of the sensation, just moaned as the ice water-slicked tongue slid up to his nipple and sucked it in. The ice fell against the tip of his nipple. It was cold, so cold in contrast to the warmth of the sun on his belly and the hand that suddenly slid over to play with his other nipple.

That just made him have to breathe, muscles in his arms tight with the strain of pulling against the cuffs on his wrists while he tried to get centered. Itachi wanted him to give in. He knew that. Fuck if he was giving up just because of some ice and fucking pinches. He grit his teeth and tried to will his erection away before the other saw it. It wasn't working. He knew it. And he knew when Itachi turned his head and looked, felt the smirk against his skin.

"Fuck you Itachi," he said, gasping again at the bite to his nipple.

It made the other actually chuckle. "Later," he purred, licking up to Kiba's mouth and kissing, tugging the other man's bottom lip with his teeth as he twisted the nipple in his grasp and slid nails down to the other's hip. Kiba grunted and twisted in the other's grasp, biting at his mouth in reply and earning a dig into the skin of his hip. Lips and teeth clashed in a battle for dominance that wasn't determined by who was wearing the cuffs. It was as if both of them were pushing each other higher, sucking and tasting hungrily until Itachi pulled back, breathing audibly, and licked lightly at the other's bruised lips.

"Pants?" he said lightly, hand sliding to tug at the waistband of the other's jeans.

It took Kiba a minute to remember where he was, but when he did he stubbornly refused to say a word, just tilted his head towards where he thought the other was and gave him a blind glare. The fingers at the waistband tickled his belly lightly in reply before sliding back and forth under the edge of his waistband, finally unbuttoning them and tugging the zipper down.

"Yes," Itachi said, moving down, "time for pants to go."

The bastard of course didn't just take the pants. Kiba felt his hips lifted almost effortlessly as the fabric of both pants and boxers slid down his legs. He could've tried to stop him but… He didn't know the but. He didn't know why he didn't stop Itachi from undressing him, making him naked as the day he was born except for the damn red leather fashion accessories the other seemed to like so much.

Then Itachi moved again and a hand was abruptly on Kiba's cock, lifting it up. Kiba opened his mouth to complain when he felt something around his base and heard a snap.

"What the fuck is that?" he asked, a bit panicked.

"Hn," Itachi said. "You'll figure it out soon enough."

Kiba heard the cap of the suntan lotion snap open.
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