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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
- 8
- 9
- 10
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: ok, so back to the fun stuff ^_^ and if you get to the end and go AH... don't worry. the rest is written, to be revealed in due time.

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Itachi watched as Kiba opened the door into the study. His heart beat a bit faster as he drank in the sight of the man who leaned against the doorframe, eyes dark and feral. Kiba wanted to be here. It might just be temporary, might only be the seeds of true desire - but Itachi planned on doing his best to nurture those seeds to life. It was probably a good thing his own visage didn't give away the depth of his own hunger for the tanned man clad in nothing but a loose pair of sweatpants that did little to hide the half-hard bulge between his legs.

The raven picked up the collar from the desk and turned his chair, glancing up as Kiba came over and reached out a hand. Smirking, Itachi shook his head.

"Kneel," he commanded, spreading his knees and indicating the floor between his feet.

Kiba's hand closed into a fist and his eyes flashed defiance. Defiance - and something more. Lust, and challenge. For a few moments they stared each other down. Then something shifted in the other man's gaze, a hint of color on those cheeks already emblazoned with red.

He knelt.

"Good boy," Itachi said, reaching out to pet the tousled brown locks, holding the head down when Kiba tried to jerk up. "Shh, shh, stay."

Oh, the things he wanted. The things he'd imagined doing to Kiba in this very room all those days when he looked out his window and watched the half-naked man bending and flexing in his yard. It was enough though, for now, just to have him kneeling, head slowly bowing of its own accord as Itachi's fingers worked down to the back of his neck. He hummed softly, putting his feet on either side of the other man as he bent to place the collar around that muscled column and buckled it properly. He heard Kiba take a deep breath and wondered, suddenly, if he was scenting the musk from the cock captured by grey lounge pants not far from his nose.

"So very good," Itachi purred, resting his head on the other man's shoulder, nose only inches away from that tan neck that he wanted to decorate even further.

He was shocked when Kiba turned his head and attacked his mouth, hand reaching up to tangle in black locks as Itachi suddenly found himself pulled from the chair. He groaned into the kiss, squeezing his knees against the younger man's sides and rocking down against him as Kiba groped his ass and the back of his neck. This was an indulgence, a heady indulgence, and a surprise. He could lose himself in this. Did, for a few moments, letting their cocks rock together as they kissed. Then he slid his hand up into those brown locks and jerked Kiba's head back, gazing coolly down into wild dark eyes.

"Testing me, pet?" he murmured.

Kiba just smirked and tilted his head to the side, baring his neck in a way that had Itachi wanting to bite and lick at the exposed skin. And he would, too. Later. But now...

Chuckling, he pressed his lips again to those slightly swollen from their last kiss and brushed languidly against them before sucking the bottom lip into his mouth and biting down a bit hard. Kiba didn't shudder or moan, but he did gasp, and Itachi swore he felt the other's cock pulse against him. Then he pushed himself back up into the chair and brushed a thumb against that lower lip. "Go get me the sack."

Lips parted, teeth snapping playfully at his thumb as the other arched back in a way that showed off Kiba's body to perfection. Then he flipped, pushing up and stalking over to the other side of the room. Itachi's eyes looked over the other man's back, leaning his head against his chair as the other made a slight show over reaching down to pick the bag up before looking into it somewhat curiously. He loved Kiba's back. The muscles, the way they looked, the way they'd felt... he wanted to watch that back as he had Kiba bent over, taking his cock, howling out his name...

"What the fuck is in here, anyways?"

And, that broke the fantasy a bit. Rolling his eyes, Itachi looked up into Kiba's as the man hefted the bag and then smirked at him. He could give as good as he got though. He arched a bit, shrugging the question and lifting his hands to rest behind his head.

"Come over here and I'll show you. Might even show you what they're used for, since you seem to be lacking in certain areas of your education."

Kiba scowled, flushing slightly at the reference. It still surprised Itachi he hadn't known what a cock ring was. Well, perhaps he just hadn't seen one like that before. There was something about the man's naiveté that Itachi found charming, though, even if he did plan to be a very thorough teacher in time.

The way those eyes drifted up over Itachi's chest, almost shyly, as if Kiba didn't want to admit he was looking, was also something he found interesting. He loved the mix of desire and reticence, coarse masculinity and wantonness just begging to be coaxed out into the open. And opening was exactly what he intended to do this evening.

A few steps and Kiba was standing in front of him, depositing the bag gracelessly on the desk. "Want me to kneel again, sir?" he said, face deadpan.

Itachi lowered his chair and patted his thighs. "Sit."

Slight hesitance came into Kiba then. His mouth opened like he wanted to ask how, momentarily confounded. Then he turned and perched almost daintily on one of Itachi's legs. Chuckling, Itachi wrapped an arm around his waist and drew him back and to one side, sliding them under the desk so Kiba was almost trapped.

"Really?" Kiba said, shifting to look at him with a scowl. "Sit on your lap? What am I, five?"

The corners of Itachi's eyes crinkled with amusement. "I would think you'd consider that a step up from being an animal, but no - I'm afraid I have no desire to show anyone under legal age what I'm about to show [i]you[/i]." The fact that Kiba had inspired him in just that way when he was still a teenager was something he wasn't about to share.

Kiba scowled, fingernails tapping on the wooden surface of the desk as Itachi pulled the bag so that it was sitting on its side. Reaching in, he brought out one tissue paper-wrapped package and gave it to Kiba, who looked at him suspiciously before unwrapping it.

"What - glass?" he said, holding up the long cylinder. He used both hands, running fingers over the smooth shaft and then over the four humps at one end, holding it up to the lamp on Itachi's desk and looking through the red of the glass ball that capped the end. Then he slid it through his grasp, looking at the diameter of the ball on other end. He swallowed slightly. "Pretty."

It was heavier than it looked, Itachi knew. His lips curved into a smirk as he thought of how it would look sliding into Kiba's ass, something on his face making the other man seem caught between tossing it down and curling his fingers around it.

"But uh, won't it break? It won't break, will it? I mean -"

"No," Itachi said, reaching a hand up to cover the other man's. "It won't." It was one of those rare flashes of innocence and nervousness that reminded him how young Kiba actually was. Young and inexperienced in a way that made Itachi want to both protect and pounce. He urged Kiba to put the wand down before reaching back into the bag. "Here. Next present. Almost like Christmas, isn't it?"

Kiba eyed him. "I swear, if you try to dress me up like an elf I'm calling this thing off."

Itachi snorted. "No, but maybe a reindeer." He laughed at the incredulous look Kiba gave him, and then added, "Come now, just think of how a glowing red nose would suit you."

"Yeah, right... ah. Lube. The real stuff this time, not just that lotion."

Nodding, Itachi was pleased to see that the other was starting to relax. He also didn't miss how Kiba's fingers wandered back over to the glass wand after he set the lube down. The raven reached into the sack and felt around, bringing out another package. "Next," he said.

Kiba's fingers revealed a package of seven thin shafts, each a different color. He unwrapped the string holding them together and looked at one. "You sure do like a lot of toys."

"I like having options," Itachi said, watching as the other pressed a button on the end of one of the probes. It came to life; vibrating in the other's hand and making him jump slightly. Itachi ran his fingers up and down the other's side soothingly, encouraging him to lean back and brushing his lips against the other's stubbled cheek.

"You really like the idea of playing with my ass that much?" Kiba asked, his tone something Itachi couldn't quite read.

"Hn," Itachi replied, trying to get the man in his lap to calm back down. "Though these have a variety of uses," he said, tugging the thin shift from Kiba's grip. He brought it close to their faces and then stroked it down the side of Kiba's neck before sliding it back up to his ear, noticing the other's shudder as his newly-empty hands clutched at the arm around his waist. The raven hummed softly in pleasure, sliding the tip down to play against a quickly hardening nipple. Kiba squirmed slightly, arching both towards and away from the vibe almost simultaneously. Itachi could see the way he bit his lower lip and tried to hold back from making any sound, but it was a losing battle.

It didn't take him long to continue down the brunet's chest. Kiba watched, seemingly spellbound, sucking in his stomach in a way that showed off the muscles there as Itachi teased the buzzing head around his belly button. Kiba started panting softly, hand tightening on Itachi's arm as the vibe traveled lower to the seam of his thigh, sliding oh-so-close to the cock standing firmly at attention under the soft fabric of the sweatpants. His hips shifted as if to encourage Itachi to move on over. Unfortunately, Itachi had no intention of doing so - something Kiba evidently realized when he hissed in disappointment as Itachi flicked the vibe off before tossing it on to the desk.

"Fucking tease," Kiba growled, turning on Itachi's lap and grinding against him while slipping a hand into his hair.

The sight of the other man lust-ridden, lips parted with desire, made Itachi want to pull down the sweats and fuck him right there. Instead he just kissed, hard, one hand sliding down to cup his ass through the thin fabric. The tension was almost too much for both of them.

"Just one more thing," Itachi breathed against the brunet's lips, forgiving the bite to his lips that earned because of the needy little whine. The hand on Kiba's ass strayed to the sack and pulled it close enough that he could reach the last item without moving them from their embrace. His fingers fumbled around, grasping the soft balls of the last toy. He pulled it out, letting it dangle next to their faces for Kiba to see.

The brunet turned his head, still rocking slightly against Itachi's thigh. "Those aren't too big," he said at first, then frowned as he looked down the length of the rubber balls. "Fuckin a though, how many are there? You don't expect to get -"

Itachi just laughed. "We'll see," he murmured, pushing at Kiba. "Go get the cuffs from the box."

Kiba grumbled again and stood, catching himself on the corner of the desk. Cursing he turned to glare before walking over to the red box on the chair. Itachi put the items back into the bag, humming as he stood up and walked over holding it open so that the brunet could drop the cuffs down inside before handing it to him.

"You've never seen my bedroom, have you?" he purred, wishing for just one moment that he'd thought to include a leash in their current batch of toys. He glanced over at the other boxes and smirked before turning toward the door. "It's high time I introduced you."

. . .

Kiba was torn as he followed that perfect ass up the stairs to Itachi's bedroom door. He still felt like it was more right for him to be the one doing the taking. His ass still clinched at the thought of being taken - and not, he told himself, in a good way. The pleasure Itachi had given him earlier was a constant reminder battering at the walls of that conviction, though.

Dark eyes glanced over at him as Itachi pushed open a heavy door, light from the hallway spilling into murky black. He followed the other into the room, expecting him to turn on a light. Instead, Itachi turned and took the bag, putting it on a chair that rested against the wall by the door, attacking him with kisses that made him grunt and moan even as he tried to see beyond that dark hair to the room Itachi had seemed so intent on showing him.

It was hard not to get totally distracted by the mouth sucking at his own, but he did manage to catch glimpses of a four-poster bed, the mattress hidden behind dark gauzy curtains. For some reason, that made Kiba nervous. That was the place. The place where Itachi would see him totally vulnerable, have him at his mercy, know the depths of his weakness. The kisses changed slightly as Itachi seemed to catch the change in him, the way he felt this tense need to turn and run away – but the hands were soothing, gentle, teasing and cupping him in ways that made him want to thrust instead of run.

He let himself be distracted. Sank into the kiss, into the mouth that demanded his attention. Gave into it for a few moments – the pleasure, the friction, the press of silk on skin against skin and hands on his wrists holding him back as Itachi took the control he gave him like he was devouring Kiba's very soul.

And then the cuffs were on.

He hadn't even noticed it happen. Hadn't noticed the length of silk fabric threaded through the ring on one cuff and tied to another until he tried putting his arms around Itachi's body and felt the way the fabric brushed against his back.

"What the –" he said, pulling back and looking into those dark eyes that seemed almost mocking in that moment. Or even just knowing. Knowing that he hadn't noticed, that Itachi had succeeded in taking control so thoroughly. It was terrifying. Humiliating. Exciting.

And he could say no, they both knew it. A part of him was ashamed that he didn't want to. He wanted this, was being a willing accomplice to his own – corruption? Violation? He didn't even know the word. Just knew, in that instant, that even if he wasn't going to say no, he also wasn't going to go down without a fight.

It was exhilarating as he pushed Itachi away, sliding a foot back behind his and watching as he fell almost gracefully. Kiba was on the floor after him, both of them wrestling, the silk loose and flowing red behind him as his hands pushed at the raven's shoulders. There were no illegal moves, though neither sought to injure. It was enough, in those moments, to just struggle. Push. Pull. Strain. Mark. Do whatever he could even as he felt the other's strength overpower him, even as he was pushed onto his stomach and the silk pulled so that his hands met in the small of his back, wrapped with more of the silk before it was threaded through the ring on the back of his collar and pulled in a way that made him whimper as his arms were forced into a less than comfortable position.

"Being rebellious, puppy?" Itachi growled, the hand not holding tight to the silk sliding into brunet hair and pulling Kiba's head back to force him to look into the Uchiha's eyes. Quailing inside, Kiba bared his teeth at the confident smirk on the other's face. Itachi leaned over and kissed his cheek almost gently before biting down on his ear. "You're mine," he whispered, voice so darkly sensuous Kiba felt his cock ache. "Don't forget it. I'll make sure you won't, since you seem to have such trouble remembering, though."

The silk was tied in a knot and then wrapped up around Kiba's eyes. He tried to struggle. It was no use, though. Even though he tried to fight it, Itachi maneuvered him to the bed and up onto it, pulling his sweatpants off and hooking something to his collar so that he couldn't even rear up and back. He was pushed onto some sort of soft wedge that held his ass in the air. He tried shifting his head from side to side, trying to dislodge the silk but only earning a pinch to the back of his thighs.

"Hold still, pet," Itachi said. "Give in. You can't win this, might as well try to enjoy it."

It was everything wicked and dark that he craved, even if he hadn't known it. The hand on his ass, the way he felt his thighs being strapped into some sort of contraption that held his legs apart, the way he was utterly exposed at that moment and had no way to fight out of it – it was all as delicious as it was frightening.

Itachi hummed softly, patting his ass before moving to get off the bed. "Be right back. Just need to get our toys."

The dark amusement in his voice had Kiba's heartbeat start to race. He wanted – he didn't – he would – he wouldn't – and then Itachi was back, too soon, not soon enough, and that hand was sliding over his ass even as the toys were emptied out onto the bedspread beside him.

"Now," Itachi mused, fingers sliding down between Kiba's cheeks to tease around his entrance, "where to start, where to start."
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