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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
- 7
- 8
- 9
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: enjoy :)

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Kiba barely looked up from the TV when he heard the doorbell ring. Itachi was already on his way to answer, anyhow.

"Hungry?" Itachi said dryly when he entered the living room, setting the boxes of pizza down on the coffee table.

Kiba grunted and glanced up. There was a drop of water rolling down Itachi's neck, stopping at the plain collar of the thin white t-shirt the other wore over loose navy lounge pants. The fabric of the pants looked soft to touch. Dark eyes narrowed when he thought about Itachi answering the door like that, though, displaying pure sexy for anyone to see. Itachi never dressed like this when Sasuke and Naruto were around. Who else did he dress this way for?

The emotions were foreign to him. They made no sense. He was angry at Itachi for treating him like a possession, and intended to make that clear even if he stuck to the letter of the agreement. He wasn't jealous. Scowling, he glared at the other as Itachi lowered himself gracefully to the other end of the couch, ignoring him for the television and taking delicate bites of some weird pear and gorgonzola thing that shouldn't even be allowed to be called pizza. He was about to protest when he noticed the controller in Itachi's hand, but felt somewhat mollified when the other flicked through the pre-recorded shows to watch the latest episode of [i]NCIS:Los Angeles[/i].

They ate in relative silence for a while, allowing Kiba to devour several slices of pizza. It was damn good stuff, fresh, with really good crust. The cheese sticks were actual cheese sticks, surprisingly enough - not just pizza dough with cheese on them. They were still good though. Just the right side of gooey.

Itachi's usual order had been written in a neat hand on a sticky-note attached to the menu. All things considered, Kiba was surprised he didn't have something super-organized like a binder with all the different places he ordered from and what he liked there. It was even more surprising that anyone would drive all the way out here for delivery. But then again, Itachi did have connections. It was only about ten or fifteen minutes into town, anyhow. There was no way Kiba would spring for eating out so often though - as good as it was, it was fucking expensive. Then again, Itachi had money to burn.

And he had good taste in what he spent the money on. For one brief wacky moment, Kiba was tempted to try one of the slices of Itachi's pizza, but it was just too weird. Who ever thought of putting nuts on their pizza? The salad he had looked pretty good though; lettuce and corn and tomato and BBQ chicken pieces all tossed together in some sort of ranch dressing. That might be worth trying out. Not that it would be an easy choice to make, considering how good the meat lover's pizza was. It was hard to figure out when he wanted to stop, but even though his mom complained he had a hollow leg, eventually even he reached his limits.

Finally admitting to himself he was full, he leaned back and belched, glancing over at Itachi to see the other's reaction. Smirking a bit, he said, "Excuse me."

Itachi glanced over and twitched his lips. "As long as you don't pull the 'Better out than in' line."

"Hey!" Kiba groused. "That's an awesome movie, man!"

The raven just smirked, setting aside his plate and turning to lounge with one leg against the back of the couch before crooking his fingers at the other man.

Kiba narrowed his eyes, considering refusing. What was up with Itachi and this weird desire to cuddle, anyway? Not that he minded all that much, it was just - not what he expected. Finally, he decided that it would be childish to say no, or to stay where he was like a kid in a snit. Rolling his eyes, he scooted over and found himself snagged up, Itachi's arm around his waist as he leaned back against the other's chest. He couldn't admit to himself how nice it felt, because that reminded him that this was just temporary, and he didn't understand how he felt about that. It wasn't like he hadn't ever had casual sex before. It was just this now, this man, somehow knocked him off-balance and made him feel vulnerable. He didn't like it. Frowning, he flicked his eyes back to the television.

"Man, Hetti is like the awesomest chick. Like a miniature superhero. She'd be like the scariest boss ever though," he said suddenly, wanting to distract himself from his thoughts.

"Hn." Itachi replied. "I rather like the girl who works with the computers."

"Nell?"

The other man shrugged behind him.

"Yeah, she's kinda ditzy though."

"A bit."

"LL Cool J's character is pretty awesome too."

"I like the chemistry between him and Chris O'Donnell."

"Yeah," Kiba replied, vaguely surprised at the conversation. It was almost normal, apart from the fingertips stroking absently up and down his bare side. He'd slipped on some red sweatpants, but hadn't bothered with a shirt. No point really. He was half-naked most of the time anyhow.

It was all too easy, just sitting back like this, making random comments about the show. Easy and nice. Too nice.

When the show was over, Itachi shifted them so that Kiba was staring up at him, not sure where to put his hands. He settled for putting one back behind his head while the other crossed his stomach. Then he waited, the next TV show nothing but background noise as he watched the man looking down at him with an unreadable expression.

"Do you do this often?" Kiba said suddenly, wanting to bite back the words as soon as he said them.

The reaction was worth it though. That perfect mask broke for just a second, and he saw surprise and hesitance in Itachi's eyes. And something akin to the vulnerability he was feeling. Maybe.

It intrigued him. He thought Itachi wasn't going to answer, and then he slowly shook his head. Kiba didn't know what that meant.

Well, he obviously knew what the answer was, but - if not, why? Why Kiba? The question hovered on his lips for a moment, hovering unspoken between them until it drifted away in the silence.

"Tell me about Akamaru," Itachi said.

It was an interesting change of subject. Frowning in concentration, Kiba glanced up at the exposed beams of the ceiling. "It was after my mom found me again, me and Naruto," he said, thinking back. "There was a litter from one of my mom's dogs. She was planning to sell them. Akamaru wasn't the biggest, or the smallest. He certainly wasn't the prettiest. I just remember going, and watching the puppies, and how everyone else cooed over the ones they thought were nicer - but he was just this dopey little thing. Never seemed to care about getting anyone's attention. More interested in stray catapillars than treats, even."

Chuckling, he thought back to it. "Mom found buyers for most of the litter, but Akamaru didn't really bond with anyone. I finally asked her if I could have him, and she said sure. He's been pretty much my constant companion ever since, except when I was away at college."

He didn't say that one of his first reasons for picking Akamaru was that it made him feel a special bond to his mom. Tsume was [i]his[/i] mom, even if she'd been forced to put him up in foster care for a while. Kiba hadn't ever asked for all the details, he had heard it had something to do with her health at the time. He didn't know why she and his dad had been separated, or why his dad got to keep Hana for a while. He just knew that eventually Tsume got Hana back and then worked to find out where he was in the foster care system.

It meant a lot to him that she found him. It was like one of those things that people dream about but never happen. The fact that she'd been willing to take Naruto in too - well, that was just above and beyond. Almost made up for the years he'd been apart from her. Those still hurt, but well, he'd deal.

When they first moved in, there was some awkwardness with the fact that he was Tsume's real son and Naruto wasn't. Neither really said anything, and Tsume was always as violently loving toward him as Kiba, but he knew Naruto sometimes looked at the two of them and felt like an outsider. That made it so much harder to express the moments when he did feel special that Tsume was his mom. He never wanted to make Naruto feel bad, though. Or any less her son. Most days.

So he had his dog; a subtle way of celebrating their relationship, and getting to spend time with her as she helped teach him how to train the puppy. Naruto wasn't ever as into dogs as he was, so he didn't mind so much. It was one of those strange little unspoken truces that built up as a way to navigate the oddities of their new family while still remaining as close as they'd always been.

"My parents never let us have pets," Itachi said, breaking into Kiba's train of thought.

He looked up into dark eyes, watching as they glanced to the side in memory. The Uchiha brothers never talked about their parents, so he was silent to see what Itachi would say.

"Mother was allergic to cats and dogs. I might've been able to talk my father into a fish, perhaps, but that never really suited me," Itachi continued, pursing his lips. "She said one time that we might be able to get an outside dog, but father put his foot down and wouldn't hear of it. Probably a good thing, considering the way mother would react even to our friend's clothes if they came from a household with animals that shed."

Kiba waited for more, but Itachi looked half-lost in his own thoughts.

"You could have a pet if you wanted one now," the brunet said.

A vauge half-smile flitted over Itachi's face a second before he looked down and smirked, fingers sliding up Kiba's bare chest to his throat in a way that made him feel caught between pushing the raven away and arching into the touch.

Kiba growled. "That wasn't what I meant, bastard."

A dark chuckle rolled up from the other man's chest, making Kiba narrow his eyes at him, though he wasn't really angry. It was too fascinating just watching the other man, being able to catch a glimpse of what Itachi was revealing in that moment. It was complex - sadness, tenderness, amusement, and more, all wrapped up in a flash of seconds. As much as Kiba wanted to pull away, some part of him was drawn to this. The fingers slid up his throat to his chin, making him arch as they teased the stubble there.

"I know," Itachi murmured, gazing down into Kiba's eyes as he traced his lips. The younger man pulled his lips back from his teeth and bit, gently at first, and then gradually harder, watching as fire started to burn in the night-dark orbs looking down at him. He let up, licking at the fingertip then sucking at it, watching in fascination as Itachi's whole attention was fixed on his mouth. The finger pushed in and out, almost languid, like they were held together in almost suspended animation.

These fingers had been in his ass. Probably. He didn't know for sure which hand had been inside, and which has stroked him off, but the possibility was there, and it awakened something strangely hungry within him.

He was playing with fire. Deadly, deadly fire. Itachi wasn't just a danger to his body, but something deeper, precisely because he mixed such gentleness with everything else - Kiba knew this, and yet this was addictive. This feeling, like he had at least some bit of power over this man. He wanted to give into it, let himself go, let himself just feel.

The finger slipped out and caressed his cheek, leaving a wet trail behind. He turned to kiss the palm. He would swear he saw a smile cross Itachi's face, even if just for a moment, before the other man opened his lips.

"I need to talk to you about something, before... anything else."

That made him anxious. Evidently Itachi could see, because he stroked his face gently.

"Nothing bad. I just wanted to go over safe words again."

Kiba's brow furrowed.

"You wanted me to stop earlier."

Flushing, Kiba remembered. "Yeah," he said, scowling and looking down. That had been a bit of a pussy-assed move. He shouldn't've freaked out like that.

A finger curled under his chin and tilted his head so that he was forced to look the other in the eye. He didn't see anger, something softer. "You need to be able to do that. To be able to say when things are too overwhelming. When you need a moment to catch your breath, or if something is too much. Really too much."

The brunet just waited, raising an eyebrow.

"However," Itachi continued, smirking again, "there may be times when it just feels like things are overwhelming, and you aren't sure which way to go. When you want to let go, but you want to fight as well. And when you want to be able to say anything. Say stop, say no, even if inside you don't really mean it. When you're just afraid of it. And you need me to push you over the edge."

There was dark promise in those eyes now, a promise that he wasn't sure how to take. It was like this abyss of the unknown falling away in front of him, and he knew he was going to fall into it. It wasn't even a question anymore. He was caught, ensnared in so many different ways; pride and desire and curiosity only being the least of them. There was more to it though. He wasn't sure what, but for some reason, being with Itachi also made him feel...

Safe.

"Safe words, huh?" he mused. It was rather daunting, the idea of having to memorize something that he would be able to remember when he was truly in distress like he had been earlier. But the fact that Itachi had stopped then too, even though he hadn't used the words they'd agreed on - it was like it wasn't just his responsibility. Like Itachi was taking responsibility. Like he'd make the effort to read him – read him in ways that were too accurate for comfort, in a way, and yet in other ways... well. Whatever else he knew about the other man, he knew at the bedrock that he protected those things he deemed precious to him.

Not that being precious had anything to do with how he would treat Kiba, but he figured with that it was more of an honor thing. That made a lot more sense.

"Paraguay," the brunet said suddenly, looking back up into Itachi's eyes. There was a hint of surprise, but not much more. He wondered if he'd have to explain. Really, it was just a memory. One of those memories which was far from anything sexual, but also wasn't something that would trigger anything bad. He just remembered spending a long afternoon waiting with Naruto in some hallway in some government office somewhere. They were probably six or seven. Naruto had ended up falling asleep on him, drooling most likely, but Kiba had stayed awake. There a poster tacked up on a bulletin board across the way advertising some type of thing for students going to Paraguay.

He still had no idea where it was, could never remember if it was in South America or Eastern Europe or Africa somewhere. But he still had the memory. It wasn't a special memory. Nothing really stood out about the day. It was just those hours in the hall waiting to be remembered while men and women in suits walked around doing more important things.

He needed to have two, though, right? "Ah, and I guess Tibet."

Itachi nodded, and it was like something had clicked into place between them. Another level of agreement about where they were going, perhaps. It struck Kiba that by choosing those words, it meant he acknowledged he might be in places where he wanted to say stop - where he would fight back - but he'd still be caught up in whatever it was Itachi was doing to him unless he pulled out one of those words.

It wasn't a scary thought, though. In a way, it was somewhat exhilarating.

In a way, a part of him wanted to be able to fight back. To make Itachi prove he could actually take him, not just because of pretty words or contracts or ropes, but because the other man was strong enough to make him surrender. He probably could. Kiba knew from experience that Uchihas tended to be a lot stronger than they looked. But a part of Kiba wanted to make Itachi actually do it.

Raising an eyebrow in question at the look on his face, Itachi stroked down his side again. Kiba just shook his head. "That work?" he asked.

"Yes."

They looked at each other for a few more moments. It was strange, they were still comfortable together, but there was this underlying tension now. It made Kiba want more than just this easy relaxation. He was too stubborn to ask, though. Neither of them did, but those fingers of Itachi's just kept stroking up and down, speeding up a bit like they were pulling the breath into Kiba's lungs, making him arch almost imperceptibly as they traveled across bare skin.

Finally Itachi smirked and tweaked a hard nipple. "Go put the pizza away," he said, lifting a knee to encourage Kiba to get up, "and then meet me in my office."

His office, where the collar was. His office, where the other boxes were. And that sack.

"Yes sir," Kiba said cheekily, laughing at the swat to his ass as he bent over to pick up the boxes from the coffee table. He couldn't deny the slight tingle in his groin from the other's action, either. But he'd let Itachi find out about that in due time.

If he didn't already know.
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