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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
- 5
- 6
- 7
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: Delving deeper...

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Kiba tensed, expecting that this was it. Itachi was going to get down to business. He told himself he was ready, he'd done this to other guys and they'd obviously liked it. It wasn't a big deal. Granted he still had no fucking clue how [i]big[/i] Itachi was. But he'd get over it. Hell, he might even get off. He had to admit, there was something a little weird about being the only one who'd gotten off so far in these little encounters, especially since it was supposed to be about what Itachi wanted.

He wasn't sure how to feel about the idea that what Itachi wanted was to watch him get off. Still, he couldn't help pressing his legs together to protect his valuable ass-et, expecting hands to nudge him open at any moment.

But instead of Itachi prying him open to prod at his ass or wrapping a lotioned hand around his cock, he felt the cool slickness on his biceps.

"What the -"

A soft chuckle stopped him from saying anything else. Lotion on Itachi's palms slid up and over the muscles of his arms, hands massaging a bit as they went. It was getting into his hair, he knew it. He could smell cocoa butter to either side of him. A tongue slid out to wet suddenly dry lips and he found himself imagining Itachi looking down at him.

Would he be smirking? Or cool and collected as he normally was? Was he acting like Kiba was some sort of experimental animal to be poked and prodded until he could analyze and understand him?

It was hard to say. Hard to understand. He didn't get the other man, didn't get how it felt like Itachi was just pulling him closer and closer to the edge of a cliff and just waiting to push him off. Hell, sometimes it felt like he was already in the air, Wile E. Coyote style, and hadn't actually realized he was going to fall and break himself into a million pieces. He knew he was supposed to be fighting this, but the massage felt damned good, and he couldn't help but curl his fingers as Itachi slid his fingers up and over his palms, leaning down for another slow languid kiss that left him gasping for air.

This wasn't supposed to feel good. He wasn't supposed to let himself give in like this. Wasn't supposed to let his head just lie back as those hands worked themselves back down his body, making him squirm from side to side a bit as every inch of his chest and sides were covered with suntan lotion, the scent hanging heavily in his nose.

He felt like he was falling into an almost dreamlike state as those hands pressed against his stomach, avoiding his cock as they worked down one leg, lifting it up and working at the back of his thigh in slow scissoring motions that twisted the muscles from side to side. It felt good; it felt [i]damn[/i] good, especially when he felt his foot brush against long soft hair when Itachi placed it on his shoulder after using his thumbs to rub all the tension out of the underside of his arch.

The fact that he was leaving himself exposed didn't seem to matter so much as Itachi pushed his other leg back so that he could have access to his thigh again, treating it with the same care. Kiba hadn't realized how much tension he held in his feet until it was being rubbed out and he was moaning softly as those hands slid up the backs of his thighs to his knees, pressing his legs up and open a bit more, the stretch just this side of pleasured pain.

"Ahh!" Kiba gasped, not even realizing that one of the hands had left him until he felt something, or some [i]things[/i] slide up the underside of his cock. He was so damn hard he couldn't stand it. He wanted more, wanted friction, something. He jerked at the slight sting against his cock as whatever it was flicked lightly against him, then moved to strike again at his inner thigh, feeling like softness that curled around his leg leaving a bit of pain and heat behind. It happened again, coupled with the feeling of lotioned fingers rubbing gently at his balls, holding and tugging in a way that was just perfect.

Kiba found himself mewling, unable to stop his hips from jerking up and then away from the damn pain that kept raining down on him in velvet-soft strokes. It confused his brain. He was feeling it everywhere, feeling the heat of the patches of sun as they slid up his chest, feeling the crisp chill of the breeze as it ruffled the hairs on his arms, feeling the way Itachi's hair tangled between his toes. It was too much, it was overwhelming -

And then it really was too much, as the fingers that had been at his balls slipped lower, spreading his cheeks open to let Itachi's middle finger rub against his asshole. Kiba's eyes snapped open and he tensed, legs scrambling to find some sort of leverage so that he could push the other man away, frantic all of a sudden.

"Stop!" he yelled. "Fucking stop, just, wait!"

And amazingly, Itachi did.

. . .

For a moment, Itachi was tempted to be angry. A part of him actually [i]was[/i] angry, thought that Kiba's reactions were the height of selfishness. He was careful not to let his anger show in his eyes, though, as he moved up his lover's body. He knew no one had ever breached that part of Kiba's body. It was part of what made it so special to him to be the one to first do so. But not if Kiba wasn't willing.

For there was a sense in which yes, it was selfish if Kiba said to stop now - after he'd lost the bet and said he'd do anything Itachi said to do, after he'd signed the paper saying he was alright and even interested in this. In another sense, the fact that the other was expressing his limits was a good and healthy thing. Itachi knew this even if he didn't like it.

Healthy relationships only existed if people were willing to express their limits, and their partners were willing to respect them. He knew this just from observing people around him. If one person was comfortable going this far and no further, then to go further broke something. If they didn't express their limit, then it broke something inside them - their trust in themselves - even if they didn't realize it. If they expressed it and it was still broken, it broke trust in their partner. In some ways, especially in a situation like the one he was in with Kiba, even if the person didn't express their limit the Dom was responsible for making sure they didn't go over it. That was a big part of what made a good Dom. Part of what made a good partner. Part of what showed that he actually gave a shit about his sub, and wasn't just looking to use him for his own satisfaction.

Not that he expected Kiba to get all of that.

He scanned the other's eyes as he removed the blindfold, frowning slightly as he looked to try and see where the other was in his headspace. There was confusion and anger and frustration. Possibly shame. Itachi tried to make his face as neutral as possible as Kiba caught his breath, turning to glare at him.

"What's your status?" Itachi asked once it seemed that he could see Kiba in those eyes.

Kiba frowned.

.

"Status?" he said finally, voice still a bit on edge.

"Are you alright?"

He turned to pick up a glass of ice water he had next to the table and bent the straw so that Kiba could get a drink, offering it to him. The brunet took a few sips and watched him, breath calming. In a way, Itachi dreaded the next words out of the other's mouth, especially when Kiba seemed to come to a decision as he watched him. It was possible the other would pull out now. He'd respect that. Be disappointed, but respect it. He made himself agree to that in his mind before the other actually spoke.

Then the other's lips opened and the words came out. "Why am I the only one naked?"

Itachi blinked, startled. It wasn't that Kiba wasn't irritated - he was, at least from what Itachi could tell. Still, whatever concerns the other had, he'd evidently decided not to voice all of them. Just this one. The cheeky brat.

"What," Itachi said, lips quirking, "Are you saying you want to see me naked, Kiba?"

The other scowled further at that, but it broke the tension. Itachi felt relieved. Still, he decided to lighten things up a bit before working back down into any questionable areas. He took the blindfold and set it to the side with the other toys, brushing Kiba's hair back from his face.

He leaned back and smacked the younger man's hip. "Roll over."

. . .

Kiba looked up at Itachi, frowning a bit as he took in the other's mussed appearance. He was still dressed head to toe in black, though he could see darker smudge marks on the other's shoulders from his legs. Just the thought of it made Kiba uncomfortable. He didn't know how he felt about the fact that Itachi was so kind and yet harsh at the same time. He looked dangerous, with his hair slightly tangled - [i]from your toes[/i], Kiba's mind supplied - and his lips a bit reddened from their earlier kisses.

If Itachi looked like that, what must he look like?

He took advantage of his new un-blindfolded state before trying to do what Itachi said, finding it awkward with his hands still bound. Strong hands helped him out, giving him a second to get settled with his head resting on his arms. A part of him missed the blindfold, but it was nice to get out from under it, be able to look around at the green of the lawn and the trees, see the way the sunlight played with the dust in the air.

He felt Itachi shift on the table next to him and turned his head, trying to watch the other from the corner of his eye. He saw the little flogger sitting on the chair, and wondered if that was what the other had been using on him earlier. He hadn't ever tried anything like it. Didn't know what to think that he'd liked it. The thought reminded him that he was still wicked hard, so hard that rubbing against the surface of the table was almost painful.

He saw a flicker of black beside him and watched as Itachi's shirt was placed on the back of the chair. It made his breath quicken. He suddenly did want to crane his head around and see what the other looked like half-naked. Didn't want to admit to Itachi that he wanted to see, though. He hadn't heard him take off his pants, but then again he hadn't exactly heard him take off his shirt, either. Fucker was ninja-quiet when he wanted to be. Bastard.

He saw a pale arm slide into his field of vision and pick up the bottle of suntan lotion, hearing the click and then Itachi set the bottle down next to him. It tipped over and rolled to touch his side when Itachi moved to hover over him. The plastic was cold. He closed his eyes, exhaling as he felt those strong hands on his back, wanting to groan at how good they felt. It would've been better if his hands weren't tied up above his head, though.

He almost purred when one hand slid up the back of his neck, pulling his head up and making him rest face-down between his arms while it massaged the base of his skull. He really wished the damned collar wasn't there. Maybe he could talk Itachi into a massage without the collar, the man's hands were fucking magic.

Pulling back from that unexpected thought, he was about to lift his head when he felt the lightest touch of fingers on the back of his ear. His cock twitched at that, especially when the fingers slid down and pressed against the bite Itachi had made the night before. He wouldn't groan, he wouldn't make a sound, he wouldn't let the other know how he was affecting him. He wouldn't.

He didn't.

He thought he heard a chuckle anyhow though, and the ghost of a breath against his ear, but then it was gone and the hands were rubbing at his shoulders again and down the muscles of his back. Eventually Kiba did groan. Itachi was firm, and merciless, and found knots Kiba didn't even know he had. It was unbelievably good. Fuck, but if the man wasn't earning enough money being a future dictator he could make a killing as a masseur. Not that Kiba would ever let him know.

Itachi didn't skimp, either. So many massages Kiba'd had the person doing him rushed, or just spent a few minutes before they were tired. Not Itachi. It was nice. It gave him a chance to think about his freak-out earlier. He was growing less and less worked up about it though. He'd agreed to it. And fuck, if anyone could make it good, this man could. Fucking genius.

He still didn't like the idea of serving up his ass on a platter without a fight, but the fight was slowly being worked out of him by those [i]incredible[/i] hands.

Itachi slowed as he reached the top of Kiba's ass, letting the backs of his palms slide over the cheeks to the thighs and leaning over to kiss his lower back. He got up and moved around, urging Kiba to spread his legs so he could kneel between them. Hesitating, Kiba complied, glad he had his head buried between his arms. He didn't want to acknowledge the fact that he was pretty much spread open for the other man. The feeling of denim brushing against his inner legs confirmed that at least Itachi was half-clothed. Well, maybe. He could always have -

Could always be distracted by the hand that moved to take the lotion bottle from his side and the snap of the cap again. Kiba squeezed his eyes shut. He figured that Itachi wouldn't go straight for the goods right away. Would be easier if he did - easier to fight, anyway. Not so easy with Itachi acting like this. Underhanded bastard, getting at Kiba through his weaknesses.

As he expected, the hands slid over his ass, massaging again though the thumbs slid down between the cheeks a bit every so often, pulling him open. At least, that was what it felt like. Itachi fell into a rhythm, rocking forward and pulling the skin around Kiba's asshole taut every time. It made him start to rock his hips in time though he didn't want to, didn't want to react at all but it was too good. His cock started hurting though. That just made him lift his hips up, caught between friction that was both wanted and too dry for what he wanted, grunting a bit then gasping as the thumbs moved in so close he wanted to press up into them. A keening noise hit his ears and he was shocked to realize it was him.

Itachi didn't laugh, though, didn't make a noise at all. He did shift one hand, slowly drawing his fingers down from Kiba's lower back. The brunet's eyes snapped open. He could say no. Or red. Or yellow. Or whatever the fuck he was supposed to say to get Itachi to stop.

But he wanted to know, wanted to feel.

The fingers crept down with agonizing slowness that made Kiba want to snarl and say get the fuck on with it already. He was about to do just that as the motherfucking bastard Uchiha paused right above his asshole, pressing in with his middle finger in a way that made Kiba [i]just want to fucking know[/i] - and then it slid down, pressing against the ring of muscles that was suddenly tense.

"Shh, relax," Itachi said, other hand rubbing soft circles on Kiba's lower back as that manicured finger pushed slowly, firmly, relentlessly forward. Kiba wanted to mewl, wanted to cry, wanted to yell to scream - wanted anything but this desire to push back against that finger that was somehow too wide. Wasn't like he hadn't had bigger things back there, but that was different. They'd been going out, not holding him open. The idea that he would be opened further made him turn his head to try and bite down on his arm to muffle any noises he was making.

Itachi pet his ass gently, pushing his finger in deeper then pulling it out a few times. It was starting to get dry. Of course, the bastard had a full bottle of lotion he could use for lube. Kiba tightened at the thought, surprised by the hiss that drew from the taciturn man behind him. It reminded him that Itachi [i]wanted[/i] this, wanted him.

Didn't distract him from the annoying tone in the other's voice as he murmured, "Good boy" before pulling the finger out and flipping the cap on the lotion again.

Kiba wanted to retort, but that was hard when he felt hands on his hips urging him up, pushing his legs to get him to kneel. That was just fucking embarrassing. The only reason he fucking did it was because it lifted his cock from that pain-in-the-ass table. Now, though, here he was seriously open and available to the lotion-slicked fingers rubbing around.

Any embarrassment, however, was short-circuited by the other hand that slid down to pump his cock. Now that was just the height of motherfucking unfair. But it felt so fucking good he didn't even mind when the finger started pushing back inside.
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