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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
- 6
- 7
- 8
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: hopefully worth the wait :)

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It was all Itachi could do not to undo his pants right then and there. His cock was straining, painfully hard, constricted by his underwear and the cruel tightness of his jeans. Here he was, kneeling behind the man he'd wanted for longer than was legal, his finger inside his ass and hand on his dripping cock. There was no way Kiba could stop him if he chose to fuck him right now.

But as tempting as that thought was, being able to have this ass totally willing - with its owner begging and panting for more - was much more desirable. He might be cruel for denying himself. He'd been denying himself for years, though. He wanted Kiba to feel the deprivation as well; the need, the ache inside, the hunger for his cock. And the first step to that was getting the other man over his anxiety about being penetrated and teaching him exactly what was so good about having something up your ass.

Besides, the sight was beautiful.

Itachi controlled his breathing, sliding his finger deep inside that grasping heat and twisting it around, pushing until the knuckles of his hand were pressed against Kiba's ass. It was fascinating, really; the muscles contracted around his finger. Tight but not too-tight; probably because he was stimulating Kiba's cock at the same time, smooth gentle strokes that did little more than keep his lover on the edge of pleasure. He was well aware of this because the other had started to curse him in broken phrases. Evidently he'd figured out just what the cock-ring was for.

Smirking a bit Itachi slid his finger back out, noting in satisfaction when Kiba stopped breathing as the tip of his finger slid over the prostate. That was worth a bit more exploration, more stimulation. The tip of his finger roamed around in a slight circle, gentle for now.

"Good, Kiba?" Itachi murmured, smiling to himself at the whimpering moan that answered him. It thrilled him. Kiba was everything he'd wanted and more - responsive, feisty, vulnerable in the most delicious way as well as strong enough to make this a challenge. For as brilliant as he was, even Itachi wasn't sure if the other would break and take things in a direction he hadn't anticipated.

It wasn't like he really desired a made-to-order fucktoy, though. He wanted a lover; an equal in every way that counted, even with these games.

His potential lover cursed up one side and down the other when Itachi pulled his finger back and slid another in beside it, though. Itachi'd never said he was a nice guy, after all. He glanced up to see Kiba craning his head back to look at him, a dark glare in his eyes that weakened only slightly when Itachi pushed the fingers deeper into the suddenly too-tight passage.

"Mother fucking bastard Itachi," Kiba breathed, the fire in his eyes so much more fascinating than the sight of the hole swallowing Itachi's fingers. "You're going to pay for this, you know."

"Really?" Itachi said lightly, pulling his fingers back to abuse the spot that made those dark eyes widen and red lips open in a soft whine of need. "I can't wait to see that happen."

The desire and anger in Kiba's look made Itachi's heartbeat quicken. His mind wondered suddenly what it would be like to have Kiba take his revenge - and found that he didn't mind that idea in the slightest.

Later.

For now he looked back down at the ass he was toying with, dismissing the other man. He could glare at him all he wanted. Itachi had other business to take care of right now - like trying to figure out a way to make Kiba forget how to use any words at all, must less make threats.

His thumb came up to press against the skin behind Kiba's balls even as he twisted the fingers inside, scissoring them slightly but mainly focusing on rubbing around that one spot that seemed so effective at pulling those delicious sounds from the other man. He didn't forget his cock, either - and such a magnificent cock it was; hard and hot and heavy in Itachi's hand. He traced around it as he pumped, trying to work out just exactly was most effective, getting rougher and more rhythmic as he felt the other getting closer to the edge.

The sound of his name spilling from Kiba's lips was the most delicious thing he'd ever heard, especially as he felt the other's hips tilt to match his rhythm with more and more passion.

"Fuck, Itachi, please," Kiba moaned finally. Begging. Itachi loved begging. Not from just anyone. From Kiba. This man who was so proud, so strong, so incredible - and at this moment, so his. In Itachi's mind, it made all the waiting worth it.

"Please what, pet?" Itachi murmured, knowing full well what Kiba wanted now.

Later, he swore the brunet would be begging for his cock. Begging to be fucked. Begging to be taken so hard neither one of them would be walking right the next morning. But right now -

"Fucking asshole, let me cum, please oh fuck nnggghhhh aaah!"

Yes. That.

Itachi smirked, leaning forward to kiss against the other man's ass. "You want to cum, pet?"

"Fucking a Itachi... yes please fuck!"

A chuckle came from the other man's mouth and he reached his tongue out, hooking against the bit of leather dangling below Kiba's balls. He drew it back into his mouth and tugged with his teeth. The snap popped, leather sliding loose just as Kiba cried out loudly and came hard all over the table beneath him.

Itachi was mesmerized. It was incredible, delicious, beautiful, perfect - "Kiba," he breathed out, milking the last few spurts of cum from the other even as he slid his fingers out of his ass. The other's body was still jerking with pleasure and Itachi was quick to catch him, rolling him over onto his shoulder and sliding around to untie the ropes. He caressed the other's forehead, brushing hair back, watching with wonder as Kiba came down from the orgasm. Sunlight glinted in the dark chestnut-colored hair. One hand clinched suddenly to Itachi's arm, but didn't push him away - almost seemed to need to hold onto something.

Itachi was there. He wanted to always be there, to be the only one to have the privilege to see this. It was worth everything, even the hard-on complaining painfully in his jeans.

"Fuck," Kiba said suddenly, opening his eyes to look up. His face was somewhat expressionless except for a slight frown. Eyes glanced over Itachi's naked chest and then closed as the other man curled in on himself a bit. "Ass - feels weird," he mumbled.

Itachi rubbed his shoulder gently. "You'll be fine," he said, smiling to himself. That was just the beginning of what Kiba's ass would get to experience. It was good he'd reacted so positively, though. As he let his fingers wander over the sun-warmed bronze skin, Itachi's mind wandered over his other plans.

A laugh rumbled through his chest when he thought he detected slight snores from the other. He pinched Kiba and was rewarded with his eyes slitting open and looking up at him.

"Want something?" Kiba said cheekily.

"Oh yes," Itachi said. "Many things."

. . .

The next thing, Kiba fairly quickly determined, was a bath. Not that he was complaining. No, he was worn out, relaxed, dizzy, satisfied, bemused, and a whole hell of a lot of other things, but not complaining, even though the bath meant that he had to lean back against the bastard who had laid claim to his anal virginity.

The fact that said virginity hadn't yet been plundered caused him no little bit of confusion, but he figured he'd count his blessings. If that was what a prostate massage was supposed to be like, then fuck - that girl from before hadn't had a fucking clue what she was doing.

Itachi - well fuck. The man was a genius. Gave him an unfair advantage in far too many ways. Kiba'd get him back for that, definitely. Later. Right now, it was nice to have those deceptively-slender fingers running over his chest with a washcloth and soap, cleaning away the residue of sweat, splatters of cum, and suntan lotion.

Fuck. He'd never be able to smell cocoa butter again without thinking of this afternoon. Fucking mind-game playing Itachi. Though the feeling of the man's mouth on his neck was nice, even with a soft sucking bite.

"Whatcha doing," Kiba mumbled, tilting his head to the side and offering better access without even thinking about it. "Not making a hickey, are you?"

Lips traveled up to his ear, teeth nibbling at his earlobe. "And what if I want to mark you?" said that dark sinful voice that had every intention of making him melt.

Kiba responded with a disgruntled noise, but didn't push away. Didn't have the energy to push away at the moment. He still felt fucking bonelessly incredible, even if Itachi had moved his mouth back down and was working at that hickey again. He'd get him back for that too. The idea of marking that flawless pale skin brought a smile to his lips. This was good, even if he didn't know what to think about the cock pressing against the small of his back. Curl up a bit more to protect his ass, probably. Not that Itachi seemed worried about it. Superhuman asshole. It annoyed him suddenly.

Shifting to his side, Kiba met the other man's inquiring gaze. It was the closest he'd ever been to the other man, at least in decent light. The eyes that looked black from any sort of polite distance were actually a deep brown, almost red in places. Incredible, really. He wondered if Sasuke's eyes were like this, then didn't want to think about Sasuke at all. This Uchiha was more than enough to handle.

He was patient with Kiba's examination, though, for which Kiba was pleased. He didn't much care for the way the beautiful face was flawed with weariness. It was annoying in a way how good his complexion was, though it wasn't like Kiba was one for face washes and moisturizers and all that frilly stuff.

He scooted back a bit and sat against the edge of the tub. His eyes were drawn down to the cock that had been pressing against him, hand moving down to hold it so he could examine it better. The slight sound Itachi made when his fingers wrapped around it was gratifying to Kiba, who in part had been wondering if the raven even gave a damn about his body's condition. No complaint was made, however, as Kiba pulled the cock to the side to he could see how long it was, stroking it gently.

Could be worse, he supposed.

Then again, he wasn't really sure which was better.

Itachi's cock was long, and seemed to be getting longer as he stroked it. The feeling of the Uchiha's hand gripping his shoulder barely registered as he watched the other's cock pulse under the slightly soapy water.

"See something you want, pet?" Itachi said softly, bringing a hand up to Kiba's face.

Startled, Kiba bit at the fingers, glaring at him. "Just looking. You seem intent on shoving this thing up my ass, figured it wouldn't hurt to get the lay of the land."

"Hn," Itachi said.

The amusement in the depths of those dark eyes made Kiba's heart speed up. There was a quiet, assured confidence in those eyes. Confidence, and a warmth that Kiba didn't understand. It was almost like Itachi was happy.

Well he damn well better be, getting whatever he wanted from Kiba. Even if that didn't include getting off. The thought irritated him again, and Kiba jerked his hand up and squeezed the head of the dick in his hand, making a noise of satisfaction at the slight arch of Itachi's neck in response. It made him turn more towards the other man, not even complaining when Itachi's leg slid under his own so that he was half sitting on the older man's thigh as he focused on the cock in his hand. He wanted, suddenly, to see what Itachi looked like in the throes of pleasure. Wanted to know if he'd be noisy. Wanted to know if he'd take long or cum fast. Was drawn to those lips that were suddenly wet by a red tongue, sitting back instead to make sure he had the best view as his hand worked up and down.

Itachi was quiet, so quiet it was almost unnatural. His reactions in other ways were gratifying though. Hands gripping Kiba's shoulders, breath moving that pale chest faster with each passing moment, eyelids that drooped almost closed as Kiba figured out where to squeeze and twist. Not that it took long.

The arch of that perfect body warned him, and Kiba was tempted to pull back in retaliation for being made to wait earlier, but he didn't. It was just too incredible this way. Quiet , like causing a statue to erupt into life. The way those dark eyes flew open, the soft sigh as muscles tensed under pale skin and Itachi came, fingers clutching at Kiba so hard he might have bruises, cum clouding the water in a way that was inexplicably beautiful.

They shared a long look as the pleasure washed over Itachi, making Kiba's mouth dry with how intense it had been. This man wanted him. This man let him see him imperfect, skin slightly flushed in patches, head falling to one side as those dark eyes looked at him curiously.

Kiba looked away suddenly. He was on unfamiliar ground. He didn't get it. He was so ordinary, and Itachi was so far from ordinary they didn't have words for it. He pushed up out of the water, stopped by the fingers that slid around his wrist.

"Running away, puppy?" Itachi said.

A growl erupted from Kiba's throat and he jerked the hand out of the other's grasp, looking down and wondering if it was still stained with the other's cum. "I'm not some fucking -"

Silence stretched between them a moment as Kiba tried to think of the proper term.

"Yes?" Itachi said finally.

"Toy! I'm not some fucking toy, some fucking pet, some fucking dog for you to play with! I'm not your fucking puppy!"

The mild amusement in Itachi's gaze just pissed Kiba off even more, and he stormed out of the tub, grabbing a terrycloth robe and worrying at it to figure out how to put it on before stomping toward the door.

"Order pizza, would you?" Itachi said. "Number's by the phone in the kitchen, you know what I like."

Kiba raised his hand and made a fist, pushing it against the doorjamb and fighting the urge to turn around and yell at the calm composed utter bastard still luxuriating in the water behind him. Unbelievable. A growl from his stomach reminded him that they'd pretty much skipped lunch what with all the other fucking perverted things Itachi had wanted to do, so he good and well was going to order pizza, meat lovers with extra cheese and cheese sticks and buffalo wings and whatever the fuck else he could think of to drive up the cost.

Fucking bastard Itachi.

He stormed off down the hall toward the kitchen, finding the number just where Itachi had put it. He was impatient as they put him on hold, leaning against the counter and counting all the ways Itachi was a fucking jerk. Never mind the way he was unfairly good at making Kiba hard.

Kiba found his eyes drawn again to the hand that had been wrapped around the other man's cock. He brought it closer to his face, curling the fingers around, remembering his shape. The sound of pop music echoing from the phone by his ear faded into the background as he slowly opened his mouth and licked at the skin, curiosity overwhelming.

He couldn't taste a thing but water.

. . .

Stretching out, Itachi sighed.

A part of him was fretting at Kiba's reaction. What did it mean that he'd jerked him off without Itachi even asking? And then stormed off?

Most of him was confirming that it must be a positive sign, especially since Kiba'd been about as into it as he was. Itachi wasn't unaware of his own sexiness, after all, or the way the brunet watched him sometimes. Never consciously, of course, and always shifting his eyes away rather quickly when Itachi caught him - but still. He knew Kiba liked him. Well, was attracted. At the moment, it seemed he thought he was a right bastard.

The thought made Itachi smirk. In many ways, he was a right bastard, and wasn't planning on changing anytime soon. It hadn't driven Kiba away yet, so he'd just have to draw him in even more with pleasure -

And pain.

Discipline would be needed in the future, any fool could see that. Itachi's eyes narrowed, lips quirking at the thought. Even if Kiba had been out of the collar and therefore nominally out of scene, his attitude could still use correction. Itachi had no doubt that there would be something done in scene to allow him the opportunity to remind his pet that there were certain standards to be maintained.

Shaking his head ruefully, Itachi almost laughed at himself. He couldn't help it. It was just too much of all he'd ever wanted. And here it was, only just beginning.

Amazing really; he wasn't even sure how he'd gotten so lucky. Now he just had to guide things toward the next proper step - after some pizza, and maybe a movie, and more games.

He'd never had this much fun playing in his life.
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