The Bet

“The Bet” by Hestia
Written for Gwyllion

“Go get me a six-pack of beer, Sasuke, oh, and why don’t you get yourself an ass to fuck while you’re at the store, too, so you don’t wear out your wrist? Oh, wait, I forgot—for someone that jacks off all the time, you seem to be missing a pair of balls,” sneered Itachi.

Sasuke gritted his teeth. Every Friday night it was the same thing—about 1 p.m. Itachi ran out of his damn beer and made him go out to get that weird import he drank. There was only one grocery store that carried it in the refrigerated cases, so he always went to the same place. The checkout girls there remembered him and were amazingly annoying. Fuck! He could bring home an ass from there anytime he wanted: women followed him in the aisles staring at his legs, and there was even that blonde guy who—

That’s when the idea came to Sasuke.

“If I bring home some ass, will you agree to a match at the dojo tomorrow?” he asked.

“Just because you won a regional karate competition, doesn’t mean you can take me on, little brother,” said Itachi in that infuriating way of his. Sasuke wanted nothing more than to prove to his brother that he could compete with him. He wasn’t crazy, however, and he would never attack Itachi anywhere but in a place that had both witnesses and good first aid procedures.

“So is it a bet?”

Itachi laughed, “Sure, I’ll fight you at the dojo tomorrow if you bring home a guy and my beer—cold, or it doesn’t count. You need to be back here in a hour. Leave your bedroom door unlocked; when I walk in, I better see your cock buried in his ass, or I’m not wasting my time going to the dojo. Why you want me to beat you up again, is beyond me, my foolish little brother.”

Sasuke didn’t say anything; he just grabbed his car keys and left.


Twenty-five minutes later, he was feeling a little desperate. His blonde wasn’t here tonight—yet. They’d met a few months ago when they’d fought over the last cold six-pact of that weird beer Itachi drank. Ever since then, most Friday nights when Sasuke went out to get Itachi’s beer, he usually ran into the guy. They glared at each other and exchanged insults, but Sasuke had seen the way the guy checked him out when he thought Sasuke wasn’t looking. And most nights, he must have been in the store for a while when Sasuke would show, judging by his cart. It was like he waited around just to provoke Sasuke and make him waste time starting some dumb conversation, which got him in trouble with his brother and sometimes earned him a black eye.

After a few times when Sasuke was late returning after getting caught up in arguing with the blonde, Itachi had demanded to know why the trip to get beer, which in the past had taken fifteen minutes at most, now required at least a half an hour. Fortunately a new Latin dance club had opened next to that shopping center, and Sasuke claimed that it was harder to park (true) and the supermarket was now run over with couples coming in for coffee and other things (false). The stupid lie meant that now every time he went to the store on Friday nights, he had to take at least a half an hour, whether the blonde was there or not. But tonight, tonight when he needed the idiot, he wasn’t here.

There wasn’t any way he could have missed him, either; his hair was an extraordinary color of blonde, probably dyed. It occurred to Sasuke then that he might find out tonight if in fact that color was real. The thought of pulling down those awful orange shorts the blonde liked to wear and exposing his cock and its surrounding thatch of hair, made Sasuke’s own penis start to stiffen. No, that color wasn’t likely to be natural, but god, if it was, that would be a sight to see! And stripping those hideous clothes off the blonde would make him look better—a lot better. He had a good body, but it taken Sasuke a few weeks to notice because he wore baggy shirts and shorts. It was obvious the blonde never gave a thought to his appearance; in fact, one night he’d shown up with whiskers painted on his cheeks. Sasuke had laughed himself silly, saying he always knew the blonde was a pussy.

The little idiot had actually thrown a punch at him and shouted he was a fox. Sasuke had swung his cart in front of him, and the blonde had leaped up on it like a wild thing, growling. The late shift workers had called in security, and Sasuke had had to explain to a fat older guy annoyed about having to get out of his little security-mobile golf cart that his friend had just been goofing off and maybe drinking too much. Needless to say, the blonde had gone home without his beer. Since then, when the blonde was annoying, Sasuke wondered why he hadn’t just let the idiot be hauled off by the guard to await the arrival of a city cop. But tonight, he didn’t try to deny the reason he’d defended him. That leap on the cart had been spectacular, and posed on the thing, the blonde had been--just for minute or so--magnificent, powerful, masculine, and, yes, a total fox. Those whiskers had seemed not silly, but amazingly sexy. And since then, sometimes when he jerked himself off, it was with the image of the blonde beneath him, whiskers and all, growling at him, clawing his shoulders, even biting them; biting his nipples, lips, and tongue; and howling when he came.

Sasuke walked the aisle a little more awkwardly, his cock trying to find room in his tight briefs. Suddenly everything was making him want the blonde, even without the bet to motivate him. In the aisle for personal care, he grabbed condoms and K-Y’s new expensive brand of personal lubricant. But then a wooden hairbrush had caught his eye, and he couldn’t help thinking about smacking that ass that looked so good when the blonde bent over to getting things from the bottom shelves. And as he passed the makeup, he could here the blonde’s voice whining, “She’s a six-year old, like I was supposed to stop her from drawing on my face with an eyeliner?” Hmmm, he’d like to see those whiskers again. The eyeliner landed next to the brush in his cart. The next aisle was school supplies, and Sasuke found himself in need of a wooden ruler. In the candy aisle, he picked up some Altoids, and in the pet aisle, a collar and leash. Shit! He was working himself up so much, he was already leaking precum.

Eventually Sasuke found himself once more in front of the refrigerated cases with the cold beer. Only ten more minutes—he’d need to leave then to get Itachi’s beer home within the hour time limit. Dammit! His brother would be unbearable if he came home alone and aroused! Shit! He’d have to get a cold beer to stick down his shorts on the ride home.

“Well, aren’t you going to have a fun evening! Or is this for your brother too?”

Sasuke turned around, set Itachi’s beer in his cart, and felt a smile breaking over his face. God, he never been so happy to see this idiot. And he looked good—damn, for once he wasn’t wearing orange! He should always wear blue; it made those big eyes of his stand out even more, and he looked a help of a lot cuter than he normally did. “It’s for you, Foxboy, if you think you’re man enough to handle me,” he said, knowing the challenge would get the blonde riled up.

Oh, yes, there was that glaring look! “I was baby-sitting, Asshole, and the kid drew those whiskers on me!” Sasuke licked his lips and watch fascinated as a blush started to appear on the blonde’s cheeks as he processed the whole comment. Suddenly the blonde couldn’t meet Sasuke’s eyes, and his head dropped. He stared at Sasuke’s cart before a long twenty or thirty seconds before suddenly snorting and saying sarcastically, “What’s the eyeliner for? Not emo enough already?”

“I like whiskers on my pets,” said Sasuke. “Hurry up and get what you want to drink and eat because I’m in a hurry to take my little fox home and fuck him.”

The blonde’s big blue eyes blinked, his face got even redder, and his mouth fell open. He stared at Sasuke, stunned for a second before laughing weakly and saying in a shaky voice, “Very funny, Asshole! I can’t believe you went to all this effort for a joke.”

Oh, god, he was too adorable! Sasuke gave his cart a shove, sending it across the aisle, and grabbed the blonde’s wrist. He jerked him close and pushed him up against the cold beer case, thrusting his hips forward, so his aroused cock pressed into the blonde’s crotch. Those big blue eyes widened, and the blonde made a little strangled sound that made Sasuke’s cock throb. God, that look on his face, that mewling sound, and he hadn’t even kissed him yet! How would he sound, how would that face look, when Sasuke’s cock was driving into him? Sasuke grunted and rubbed his erection against the blonde’s blue gym shorts, then said in a voice more breathy than normal, “I’m completely serious, Idiot! Can you feel how serious I am? This is it, now or never. I’ll understand if you’re a scaredy cat and have to go home and babysit or something.”

Sasuke stepped back abruptly, anxiety filling him. Somehow this had gone way beyond something to get back at Itachi, and if the answer was no, it would hurt. It had been too long since he’d had a boyfriend, a date, fuck, even a one-night stand, and he couldn’t bear the thought of another weekend spent alone with just his own hand. And the blonde, oh yes, he wanted him badly: he wanted that aggression, that passion, and this, this sweet helplessness, too.

But then the blonde finally processed the insult and snapped back with blazing eyes, “I’m not a cat of any kind, dammit, and I’m not afraid of a pretty boy like you. You think I can’t handle you and your little toys? I can take all you give me, and I’ll still need more. You won’t be able to keep up with me, Asshole.” And then he grinned and said cheekily, “You didn’t even pick up any whipped cream or ginger root. Never done this before have you?”

It was Sasuke’s turn for his eyes to go wide, but he recovered quickly. “It’s your ass, idiot. I’ll buy you all the whipped cream, ginger root, beer, and snacks you want, but I got to be out that door in,” a quick glance at his watch, “seven minutes whether you are with me or not, or my brother might break my arm again.” He strode over to his cart and began walking to the checkout stand, not looking back. If he looked back, he might just have to throw that blonde against the cold cases and kiss him, and that would certainly make them late.

When he got to the check-stand, he was annoyed to find the pushy pink-haired girl was working. She talked too much and took too long. His patience was wearing thin when the blonde suddenly put down a six-pack of Budweiser and a small basket. “Miss me?” he asked.

“Oh, hi Naruto,” said the pink-haired girl sounding about as thrilled as if she had just been offered a dead rat.

Sasuke turned around and jerked the blonde against his body. “I missed you, Naruto,” he said, leaning down and kissing the blonde right on the lips. This time when his cock pushed against those blue shorts, it encountered something equally hard. It took all of Sasuke’s willpower, not to bend down his head again and thrust his tongue inside that pink mouth that was now hanging open.

“Sasuke,” said the blonde, his voice slow and hesitant. And Sasuke smiled and pushed Naruto another foot away to help him resist. Yes, his name sounded good coming from those lips, and the blonde already knew his own name—how long had he known his name? It suddenly seemed weird that he hadn’t know the blonde’s name was Naruto. Naruto, eh? It suited him. Then Sasuke caught sight of what the pink-haired girl was ringing up. Shit! The little bastard was a little pervert! In addition to a dozen packets of instant ramen and a big bag of potato chips, he had put in his basket a can of whipped cream, a bottle of chocolate sauce, a few pieces of ginger root, a cucumber, and a packet of clothespins! Sasuke’s cock twitched violently, and he bit back a moan.

Once he had paid, he raced the blonde to the car and practically threw their shopping bags in the back seat although he was careful not to shake Itachi’s beer. He drove to the house insanely fast and was out of the car in seconds. His hiss of “Hurry,” made the blonde complain, but Sasuke hustled him along. When they reached the front door, it swung open, and Itachi reached out and took his beer from Sasuke, saying, “In about twenty seconds, you would have been late, little brother. When I say I want my beer in an hour, I mean an hour.”

“An hour?” said Naruto, “How long were you shopping before I showed up, Sasuke?”

Itachi burst into laughter. Sasuke reached back with his hand that was now empty of Itachi’s beer and grabbing the blonde’s, saying in a hard voice, “Too fucking long, Naruto, so you better make it up to me.” He pulled his prize through the living room and down the hall to his bedroom. Once inside his bedroom, he dropped the plastic grocery bags in his other hand and jerked Naruto to the bed, pushing him down. The blonde was still gripping his pack of beer and a number of bags as well, but Sasuke didn’t care. He lowered himself on the blonde and smothered Naruto’s words with his mouth. When he couldn’t breathe, he raised his head.

“Sasuke! Wait until I—” He lowered his head again, now more sure of his angle, determined to make Naruto forget everything but kissing him. It wasn’t fair that Sasuke be the only one going mad with lust. He couldn’t wait. He heard an awful clatter and an ominous hiss that was likely a can of beer spewing out all over his carpet, but he didn’t care. Then strong hands were on his shoulders, on his t-shirt, and the blonde was bucking up into him. They rocked and ground against each other until the blonde bit down on Sasuke’s tongue sharply and pushed at him with all his strength. Sasuke was shocked to find himself held up over the blonde and with blood in his mouth. The little animal!

“No more, or I’ll come in my shorts, Asshole. I thought you were going to fuck me or was that all talk?”

“Yea, I’m going to fuck you, but first I’m going to spank that ass of yours for biting me,” snapped out Sasuke getting to his feet.

Naruto laughed as he jerked off his shirt, saying, “I thought that did it for you. Aren’t you going to draw my whiskers on and put that collar on me?”

Fuck! He was gorgeous! That chest, god, covering that chest with those baggy t-shirts was a crime! Hell, yes, he’d collar this for himself. Sasuke moved to his bedroom door and knelt down to paw through the shopping bags he dropped there. He couldn’t stare at the bare-chested blonde, or he’d lose it and just pull down those shorts and try to shove his cock in without a condom. And thinking of condoms, he opened his shorts and covered himself with one before even taking off his t-shirt. Standing, he stepped out of his shorts and underwear before bending down to retrieve the lube, eyeliner, and collar. Straightening up, he turned around and promptly dropped them.

He was a natural blonde, and he was huge. Dear god, what a cock! No wonder he wore loose shorts!

The blonde grinned at him and danced forward, hips swinging, “You like what you see, pretty boy?”

“On your knees, now,” ordered Sasuke. “Hand me the collar.” And then that blonde head was there in front of him, Sasuke’s condom-covered cock brushing against his face. He buckled the collar around that neck, saying, “You’re mine now, Foxboy.” Admiring the look, Sasuke demanded the leash next. The second he had it on, he pulled Naruto’s face forward. He opened his mouth without Sasuke saying a thing—oh, fuck! Even through the condom that felt amazing! Oh, god, he wasn’t going to last if Naruto kept this up! Another tug of the leash, and Sasuke managed to get out, “Eyeliner.” He didn’t trust himself to draw the whiskers on himself, so he used the leash to tug Naruto over to the full-length mirror on the small closet door in the corner of his room. Oh, god, mirror sex! He dropped the leash and went back for the lube. By the time he was back and had some on his fingers, Naruto’s face was whiskered. It reminded Sasuke of his fantasy, and he grabbed the leash and pulled Naruto to his feet. “Hands against the door, pet, and spread your legs.”

Naruto leaned in and tilted that ass up at him, making Sasuke give out a little cry he didn’t even notice. His finger was up Naruto’s ass, and then after just a few wiggles and prods, he forced in another one, making the blonde moan. Sasuke looked watched Naruto’s face as his fingers spread and probed. He’d see it when he found it, that spot—

“Sasuke! Fuck! Yes!”

Sasuke let his fingers rub over and push that little bump, and then, to his shock, Naruto came, spraying the mirror, shouting. Oh, god, watching him cum made Sasuke’s balls start to tighten—he definitely wasn’t going to last. He jerked his fingers out, picked up the lube, and quickly added some to his cock. Then he grabbed Naruto’s hips, pulling him away from the mirror which he’d collapsed against for support, looking like he was going to slide down the wall to the floor. Shit! He hadn’t stretched him enough—the head of his cock wasn’t going to go in! But then Naruto pushed back and that condom-covered tip slid inside.

“Fuck me, Sasuke,” said the blonde, and Sasuke thrust in and cried out at how amazing it felt. He slid back and pushed in again, and then made the mistake of looking at Naruto’s face in the mirror. With a shout he came, falling forward, his hands landing over Naruto’s. He could feel Naruto clenching and releasing around him, making it feel even better—ah, fuck, no, making it feel the best it had ever felt! Panting, he shut his eyes and pushed his head into Naruto’s neck, biting it below the collar, sucking on the skin, as he just rode out the pleasure.

“You have better taste than I thought, little brother. Are you going to share?”

Sasuke almost fell on his ass as Naruto twisted under him, lunging for the door and Itachi. But the leash on his wrist kept him on his feet and stopped Naruto well out of Itachi’s kick range, thank god. Shit, how the fuck had he forgotten Itachi was going to walk in?

“Naruto, no! He competes in karate on the international level. Get the fuck out, Itachi!”

“What a wild one, Sasuke! And a natural blonde, too. If you get tired of my little brother, Catboy, you can come play with me,” said Itachi.

“I’m a fox, you fucking voyeur! And I’d never sleep with anyone who broke their own brother’s arm and gives him black eyes! You don’t deserve a brother!” The look on Itachi’s face at Naruto’s words was something Sasuke would never forget. For just a second, he looked like someone had punched him in the gut, but then the usual sneer was back. He turned, tossing his long hair in a way that only Sasuke knew meant those words had gotten to him a little, and shut the door calmly. You never got the satisfaction of a door slam out of Itachi, and god help the bastard that made him lose it enough to slam a door. But something was wrong—Sasuke frowned. He’d broken his arm last year, long before he met the blonde.

“How did you know I was serious when I said my brother might break my arm again if I was late?” he asked.

Naruto turned around, blushing. Ah, shit, that was cute! “You wore that cast for a month, and I overheard you talking to Sakura.”

“Sakura? Who the fuck is Sakura?”

Naruto laughed, looking even cuter. “That pink-haired girl at the grocery store who is in love with you! She’d die if she knew you didn’t even know her name!”

“But I never saw you at the grocery store before this year,” said Sasuke.

“That’s because someone has to take away what you want to get your attention, Asshole!”

“You set that up, didn’t you, the time we met over that last six-pack of Itachi’s favorite beer? Did you go in early and buy up all but one?”

Naruto blushed even redder and mumbled something. Sasuke jerked the leash in his hand, pulling Naruto closer. “Say that again,” he ordered.

“I bribed Ino to get the stock boy to only put one in at a time,” confessed Naruto.

“I got a black eye for that, you Idiot, and now it’s time to pay you back! Get the hairbrush and then get on the bed on your hands and knees.” Sasuke dropped the leash and went to the trashcan to deal with his condom. His cock had never gone entirely flaccid, and it was swelling again. When he turned around, and Naruto grinned over his shoulder at him on the bed in position for a spanking, and Sasuke went fully hard in just seconds.

“You better put another condom on now, Two-Strokes, or else you might not get inside me before you blow again,” taunted Naruto even as he was holding a brush that would soon be spanking his ass.

“You blew your wad first, without me even touching your cock!” pointed out Sasuke defensively before he could stop himself.

“Yea, I did, and you still haven’t touched it. What, you don’t like my cock? Or do you need me to put on a condom, too?”

It occurred to Sasuke that the condoms that fit his cock just right would be too small for Naruto, which was incredibly annoying. He didn’t answer, stomping over to the bed, grabbing the brush from Naruto with one hand while reaching under Naruto’s belly with the other to grip that big dick. He brought the brush down hard on the closest asscheck and held tight as Naruto’s body flinched, pulling the cock in his hand. A second smack for the other cheek, and this time his fist clamped more tightly on Naruto’s erection.

“Sasuke!”

By the fifth blow, Naruto was pleading, and Sasuke loosened his grip, letting Naruto slide himself in and out of it with each new smack. Somewhere around twelve Sasuke lost count, and soon he dropped the brush, spit on his fingers, and shoved them up that ass again while letting Naruto fuck his fist.

“Sasuke! I’m close!” warned Naruto, “My t-shirt, grab it.”

Sasuke’s hands froze, making the blonde wail. Oh, yes, a t-shirt, so the blonde didn’t leave a big wet spot on the bed. But that blue t-shirt looked good on Naruto, so Sasuke chucked him his black one instead, put on another condom, and grabbed the lube. This time his cock slid into Naruto as if they had been lovers for years, not minutes. Naruto reached for his penis with one hand, and Sasuke slapped one of his already red asscheeks hard, “No! You can’t come yet!”

Naruto groaned, but his hand dropped obediently back on the bed. Sasuke thrust in and out slowly, counting in his mind. When he hit seven, he bit his tongue on the spot that was sore from Naruto’s bite. At ten, he decided that pulling out and turning over the blonde was a good idea to make himself last even longer. Besides, that way he could watch his face as he came. When he flipped his little foxboy over, he hissed when his ass hit the comforter, but when Sasuke reached down and rolled his balls that were covered in a dusting of gold hair, the hiss turned into something very much like a purr, and his knees rose a little higher, exposing more of his ass.

“You like that, pet?”

“Yesssss.”

“You want me? You want this cock in your ass?”

“Yea, dumb ass; I’ve wanted you for a year now,” said Naruto, his eyelids half down, his mouth open, looking pretty close to coming, and unbelievably sexy.

Sasuke ignored everything about that comment but the yes, filing it in his mind as he pushed in again. Shit! Watching those blue eyes and that face as he was sheathed in Naruto’s tight hole was almost enough to make him come. Sasuke shut his eyes and breathed deeply, trying to last.

“Come on, move,” said the blonde, tightening around him. “I won’t break. You’re not the first guy that’s been up there, you know.”

No, he hadn’t known! And that wasn’t the sort of the thing you said during sex! His dark eyes opened and narrowed, and Sasuke pulled out and slammed in harder than he’d ever dared to, not caring if he hurt Naruto.

“Is that the best you’ve got, Two-Stroke?” goaded Naruto, and then Sasuke lost it. He started pounding into Naruto, stroke after stroke, hard and fast. He might not be the first, but he’d make damn sure this ass remembered him!

“Yes, fuck yes! Sasuke! Sasuke!” The blonde’s screams were loud enough that not only Itachi but also his neighbors could hear him. But he didn’t care. He slammed in again and again.

But it was too intense for Sasuke to last more than a few minutes, and he growled out, “Jerk yourself, dammit!” when he felt his orgasm coming. Two more strokes, and he came so hard his ears rang and he felt dizzy. Naruto let out another scream, his back arched, and his ass tightened around Sasuke, pulling a shout from his throat too. Naruto’s cum spurted out between them, even as he was still filling the condom inside him.

A few minutes later, with his cock still inside Naruto and the sweat just starting to cool on their bodies, Sasuke said hoarsely, “Stay. Stay the night, stay the whole fucking weekend. Stay forever if you want.”

Silence. Fucking silence.

“Your brother won’t like it,” said Naruto finally.

Sasuke didn’t say anything, trying to deal with the emotions that going off inside him like fireworks.

“He’ll probably keep walking in us,” added Naruto.

“Well, then, get the fuck out, if that’s what you want!” said Sasuke, jerking himself out of Naruto, using rage to cover the pain and confusion and all those other uncomfortable feelings that seemed to be filling him.

“I want you to move in with me,” said Naruto. “I have a studio apartment, but I don’t have a brother. You wouldn’t have your own bedroom, but we’d have privacy.”

Sasuke looked down at Naruto, unwilling to show him how much his words meant. He snorted and tossed his head, looking exactly like his brother although Naruto wasn’t foolish enough to tell him that. He growled out, “Idiot! We’d get thrown out in a week the way you scream!”

Naruto blushed, and Sasuke reached out for the leash and tugged it, pulling him closer.

“So what should we do?” asked Naruto. “I can’t afford to rent anything more than an apartment even if you pay half.”

“Buy a gag,” said Sasuke before he shut Naruto up with kiss.