The Agoraphobic Incubus

I don’t own Naruto...sadly.

Summary:Itachi/Neji Itachi is an incubus confined to his home. He never leaves. Everything he could ever want is delivered to his home--food, drinks, sex. His boredom forces him to accept an offered job that allows him to work out of his home. The only catch is he has to be interviewed in person by Neji Hyuuga. Things get interesting when he finds himself attracted to his new boss.

Warnings: cursing, humor, possible ooc, supernatural, incubus, homosexual relationships, mention of prostitution

The Agoraphobic Incubus

Part One

It was another day in the life of an incubus. It never failed to keep him on his toes in more ways than one. He could turn heads every where he went. He could probably walk down main street after not bathing for a month and still pop tents in men’s pants and wet women’s panties. It wasn’t because of his good looks or even his personality. No…it was that damn pheromone he secreted. In fact, after not bathing for a month, he’d probably be raped. Bathing seemed to dull the effect of it slightly. Itachi Uchiha shuddered at the thought of not bathing.

They said God never gave someone more than they could handle. Ha! They’d never been in the shoes of a creature needing sex to survive. If he could, he would join a monastery and take a vow of chastity. Having sex nearly every day got old. He was only grateful he was immune to every disease known to man or his suffering might have been much worse.

Contrary to belief, he was not a minion of Satan. He didn’t even believe the thing existed. He knew his father, whomever he was, had impregnated his mother…twice. His mother--a succubus--had gone to the same man to father both her children. It wasn’t an unheard of occurrence, but it wasn’t exactly common practice. Relationships didn’t last with incubi or their female counterpart--succubae. It was hard to remain faithful when your human spouse didn’t or couldn’t completely satisfy your needs.

Sex everyday was great in the beginning of a relationship. After a while it would turn into a chore no matter how attractive your partner. A human capable of satisfying an incubus was a rare thing. When a creature such as him got hungry, it wasn’t a rumbling in his stomach--it was a horrible erection that wouldn’t go away. The worst part was he couldn’t masturbate. His dick had to be in something, be it vagina or rectum for ejaculation.

It was the exchange of energies at the moment of orgasm that fed his kind. He didn’t steal energy. His partners were not left weak or dead. The life force of his kind pooled in the base of his spine and had to be exchanged with that of another person or it would become stagnant and kill him within two weeks. Of course, the excruciating pain of nothing exchanging energy would break him long before death took him--or so he heard.

The only physical mark of his kind was a black tattoo like birthmark shaped like a barbed arrow at the base of their spine where their life energy swirled. It appeared when they hit puberty and was a highly erogenous zone. Stimulation of the area could very well send hungry incubi into a mating frenzy.

Yes, being an incubus was not a pleasant experience. Of course, being the gentleman he was raised to be, Itachi had tried to be loyal to his last partner. She’d been a nice girl and he’d thought he might like to raise a family with her--that was until her friend came to visit with them for a few weeks. How could he be expected to deny the lust of the other woman? Her lust had stirred his need. Needless to say, the moment the blond woman stepped into the apartment was the beginning of the end of his relationship with Sakura Haruno.

He’d never loved her but he’d been content with their relationship. It was probably for the best the two went their separate ways. He’d come to realize procreating would only lead his children to the same fate as his own- a life revolving around sex.

“Itachi, you need to start breeding soon.”

He glanced up from his newspaper to stare at his mother incredulously. “You can’t be serious? I would never submit my spawn to this sort of life.”

“It’s not that bad, Itachi. You brother seems to be doing just fine.” Mikoto smiled at her oldest son.

“I’m not Sasuke. I’m bored. Sex has become as pleasant to me as pulling out teeth.” Itachi circled a couple of help wanted ads. He didn’t need money but he was bored and a web site designer could work out of his home. Hell, he could even order out sex from one of the many escort services in the area. As long as he remained safely in his penthouse apartment, he was happy. Well, other than having to order prostitutes. That part wasn’t really pleasant though he had a few regulars whose company he enjoyed often.

“I can’t believe I raised an incubus who doesn’t like sex.” Mikoto began rubbing her temples, obviously frustrated with her son.

“Mother, I like sex…when it is a little more exciting than watching the nature channel.” Itachi felt a throbbing headache forming. The woman was so frustrating. To think he had at least three more centuries of this…that was, providing he died young. The oldest living incubi lived to be fifteen hundred years old and he didn‘t die from natural causes. He‘d been killed by a jealous husband. Itachi was only a hundred and twenty.

“Have you tried using toys?” She was only trying to help but getting sexual advice from one’s mother was probably one of the most horrible fates one could imagine--even from for an incubus. He did not want nor need her assistance in sex. He was perfectly fine with his take out partners.

“Mother, toys won’t help.” He brought a hand to his temple. If only she knew how much he did not want to be on this topic.

“Well, I was just trying to help,” she sniffed, taking a sip of the tea she’d placed before them.

Itachi couldn‘t help but smile at the hurt look on her face. If there was anyone who had mastered emotional blackmail, it was Mikoto Uchiha. “I know, Mother. I’ll handle this. I think Sasuke might be the best choice for grandchildren.”

“Hmph, not as long as he is in a relationship with that boy.” She detested Naruto, Sasuke’s current significant other. It wasn’t so much him she hated as his gender. She was reaching the age of wanting grandchildren even though she didn’t look a day over twenty-five and Naruto was definitely not going to help that goal along unless he possessed the ability to grow a womb.

“Naruto is a nice boy. He’s good for Sasuke. He’s calmed down a lot since meeting him.” Itachi couldn’t help but chuckle at the wrinkling of his mother’s nose.

“Well, unless he develops the ability to shit out babies, he’s not good enough for Sasuke.” She flopped back in her chair dramatically.

“Mother, we have many more child bearing years. Let him enjoy love while it’s still fresh,” he offered.

She smiled slightly. “I just want you two to be able to enjoy your children while you are young.”

“Mother, let us live our lives. If there is a way for a man to bear Sasuke’s children, Naruto will find a way. He comes across as rather determined.” Itachi pressed send on his lap top, transferring his resume to Hyuuga Enterprises. It was the most flexible for his needs from his initial assessment.

“You say let you live your lives but I worry about my babies and I would like grandbabies. You know, I’m not getting any younger,” she pouted.

“Mother, why don’t you have another baby? You are only four hundred. You have plenty breeding years left.” A dark gleam sparkled in his eye. He knew very well she was completely opposed to raising another child. She wanted her sons to have babies so she could have the fun without the work of a parent.

“Joke all you want.” She stood, grabbed her coat, and strode towards the door. “I’m going to Aspen for the season. Could you go by my house and get my mail?”

“You are incorrigible. I‘ll send Sasuke.”

“You could come too. There are always some lovely girls around the lodge,” she grinned, a sparkle in her eye.

Itachi smirked, “Maybe next year.”

A sad look crossed over her face. Pulling Itachi into her arms, she squeezed him tightly in a hug. “Don’t stay locked up in here. It’s not healthy. I’m worried about you.”

“Don’t be, Mother. I’m perfectly content to live alone and away from most humans. It’s better for me this way.” Itachi push away from her, kissing her cheek before opening the door. “Have a nice trip.”

She opened her mouth as if going to tell him something but decided against it. She smiled, nodded, and left with a cheerful wave. She always did possess the ability to let troubles roll off her back. He wondered what she would say if he told her Naruto reminded him of her. She would probably bristle up and fuss all the more harshly in her determination that both her sons breed.

Locking his door behind her, he picked up the phone. Tonight he felt the burning of his energy. He’d call one of his regulars. No one ever turned him down.

~*~

Itachi growled low in his throat. The rush of fresh energy tunneled through him as his body jerked heavily against his partner. The orgasm rushing through him spiraled from his spine and into the other--the fresh energy rushing back into him in a pleasurable tingle of satiation. The man beneath him gave a full body shudder before collapsing to the bed.

“Holy fuck!”

Itachi ignored him, rolling off the bed. He didn‘t like to remain with the prostitutes he used longer than necessary even though Genma was one of his favorites. He was an amusing man, in a permanent relationship with a childhood friend who‘s illness required copious amounts of money. He‘d struck a deal with the man to keep him from pimping himself out to strangers. Itachi took care of his lover‘s medical bills in exchange for him to come whenever he called. It was a win/win for both. He usually even gave a little extra to the man when he called without prior warning. “Your money is on the counter in the kitchen.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know the deal. You know, I could go another round,” Genma grinned, sliding his jeans over lean hips.

“Hn. I’ll see you in three days at our regularly scheduled appointment, Genma,” he smirked as he disappeared into the shower.

He couldn’t stop the moan of pleasure as hot water cascaded over him. The minutes after an exchange were the most pleasurable. The revitalized energy spiraling at the base of his spine calmed the raging hunger, if only for a while. The stress of his mother’s visit and his own discontent calmed as the water washed away the smell of sex from his skin.

His eyes hooded as he turned the taps and stepped from the shower. He couldn’t see his face in the condensation covered mirror but knew his eyes would gleam red from his face. It was a short lived side affect, lasting no more than an hour after an exchange.

His palm lifted to swipe at the damp mirror. Already the redness was fading to leave his naturally raven-black eyes. Against his pale skin, the starkness of his eyes and hair gave an almost gothic air. All he had to do was slap on some leather and piercings and he would fit right into the subculture. Sasuke had been going through that particular phase when he’d met Naruto five years ago.

Shaking his head, he turned from the mirror towards the door. He’d have to remember to call his brother to warn him of their mother’s rampage for grandchildren. He was fairly sure she wouldn’t kill Naruto…fairly sure. One could never be sure when the hope of grandchildren was taken from one. He really didn’t want to break it to his mother of Sasuke’s preference. He almost never took a woman unless he was getting desperate where as Itachi could care less of the gender.

Steam burst from the bathroom in a billow of hazy dampness. True to form, Genma was gone. The man was his favorite but he usually only allowed his presence once a week. If he spent too much time with an individual person, the pheromones in his body would begin to take their toll on his partner when they were apart. It was another reason why the break up with Sakura was so hard. She’s been hospitalized for withdrawal. People had assumed she was coming off a drug or alcohol. He knew the truth. Sakura had become addicted to his pheromones. Her suffering was on his conscience. Shaking his head, he pushed the memory from his mind as the phone rang.

He lifted the receiver to his ear. “Itachi Uchiha.”

“Mr. Uchiha? This is Hinata Hyuuga. I hope I’m not calling too late. I was reading your resume. It’s very impressive. Would you consider coming in for an interview?” A quiet voice intoned through the line.

“Ms. Hyuuga. You do realize I only work from my home. If your company chooses to hire me, I will only do business over the phone.” Itachi rubbed his head. He’d had hopes for this company but he wasn’t ready to leave his home. He wasn’t ready for the stares of lust. He wasn’t ready to become a walking hard on every time he scented someone’s sexual desire. It wasn’t as if he needed the money. He had enough for several life times. He was simply tired of daytime soaps and reruns of City Confidential.

“Would you be willing for the interviewer to come to your home? We need at least one face to face interaction before we can place you on the payroll.” She seemed nice enough. He supposed it would have to do. He hated meeting women worse than men. Men at least had a slight resistance to his pheromones. As long as they were heterosexual, they could spend more time in his presence before turning into a melted pot of sexual goo.

“Fine. I never leave. I’ll leave a message with the doorman. Come on up.” He really was not looking forward to this. He’d likely have to fuck her to get her to leave. No matter how nice they were, they always fell hard for his pheromones and if he didn’t satisfy them, his own lust would be roused, forcing him to call out for sex and throw off his preset schedule.

“Thank you, Mr. Uchiha. I’ll send Neji tomorrow. He lives in that area and can stop by on his way home. Is eight too late?” She seemed relieved. Had they had trouble with employees recently? Their website was a bit plain, all the more reason to hire a graphics designer for their company.

“It’s fine.” At least she was sending a male. Small blessings. He sighed in relief, said his goodbyes, and replaced the phone on its cradle.

“Itachi!” A shout came from the kitchen.

“Can I have no peace?” he griped, walking towards the shout. He wasn’t the least bit surprised to see a taunt ass poking from his refrigerator.

“That’s my ass you are ogling.” Sasuke. Of course Naruto would not be here without his brother. Sasuke was quite protective of the blond, nearly to the point of paranoia--especially in the presence of his mother and brother.

Itachi chuckled, pointing towards the swinging jean covered ass of the very culprit of their discussion. “That’s my food your ass is mooching.”

“You do realize I can hear you two?” Naruto asked, his head poking over the open fridge door.

“That’s half the fun, dim wit.” Sasuke tossed an apple at his lover. Fast reflexes were all that saved the other from a knot on the head. A disgruntled pout was followed by a tongue protruding from pink and an obscene gesture.

“Are you finished raiding my home for food? Or would you care to grace me with the reason for your visit?” These two were certainly a pair. He would even go as far as to say a match made in heaven.

“You’re just mad because I finished off your milk. You really should stock more food. I always feel so bad for cleaning you out.” Naruto grinned around the sandwich he was shoveling into his face.

Sasuke shoved his shoulder against his lover, smirking when the shoulder was shoved back with equal force before turning to look his brother directly in the eye. “We’re going to have a baby.”

Itachi choked on his iced tea. The little bastard. He was positive Sasuke had done that on purpose. God, some days he hated his brother. He wished ever so much to return to the days of their youth when he could beat the shit out of his brother and no one cared. “Would you care to repeat that?”

“Ha! Did you see his face, Sasuke?” Naruto’s head fell to the counter as his hand pounded the surface. “Don’t worry, I’m not pregnant. God, I wish. My aunt Tsunade is going to implant Sasuke’s sperm in a donor egg. We’re paying a surrogate to carry the baby to term.”

They were both insane. He wanted to slap both in the head. Was Sasuke‘s brain on the fritz since he‘d met Naruto? “I hate to burst your happy bubble, but there is a little problem concerning Sasuke’s little men.”

“Oh yeah! I told Auntie about how Sasuke can’t jerk off…I kinda lied and said he had a fear of jerking off. I’m sure there is a phobia for it.” Naruto snickered a little as his train of thought derailed once more, earning him a slap on the head from Sasuke.

“Let me tell him, idiot. She is going to extract my sperm with a needle since I can’t put my spunk in a cup…well, I could but Naruto would have to shit it out and I don’t think that would be very hygienic for this purpose.” Sasuke grunted--an elbow finding itself buried in his ribs. “Stop doing that or you’ll regret it!”

A flush spread across Naruto‘s cheeks. “Is that a promise?”

“Oh, for Christ’s sake, get out!” Itachi groaned loudly, Naruto’s lust had spiked his own. He would be in agony for hours as it was. This was why he never left the apartment. He was a walking boner. Even Sasuke didn’t seem to be as sensitive to other’s lust as Itachi. He lived in a constant state of hell.

“You know I always wanted to try a threesome,” Naruto grinned, causing both Sasuke and Itachi’s faces to pale.

“You can’t be serious?” Itachi was sure if it was biologically possible for him to lose an erection from the thought of fucking Sasuke, he would have. His genetic make-up prevented it as his cock continued to throb from smell of Naruto’s lust.

“Well, I’d be all for it but the bastard is a little on the possessive. It would be more of a you-watching-him-fuck-me-then-me-watching-you-two fuck. I’m not all about that. Besides, I wouldn’t want to deal with his fucking mood swings afterwards. Did you know if he doesn’t get a cup of coffee in the morning after sex he is a total asshole for the rest of the day? I‘m serious…a total bastard.” Naruto babbled on and on about Sasuke’s quirks as Itachi shoved them both towards the exit.

“Hey! Aren’t you happy for us?” Naruto pouted at Itachi’s firm shoves.

“Ecstatic, now get out and make sure you fuck yourselves raw before you come back. Oh, and don’t tell Mother until the baby is born. She’ll probably want you to marry the surrogate or something.” With one final shove, both were out of his apartment.

The throbbing in his pants eased only slightly as the source of the lust in the air left the building. He just wanted to sleep. The day had been stressful enough. He could only imagine how hellish his interview was going to be. There was always the chance of his interviewer being bisexual. If that was the case, he’d probably end up fucking the guy.

“Why am I so fucking lucky?” he grumbled as he slid into the cool sheets. Genma had been nice and changed them before leaving. He didn’t have to but Itachi knew he was grateful for helping with his lover. Genma only had a few more months with his lover and they wanted to make the most of that time together.

Sleep came quickly despite the erection tenting the covers. His dreams were haunted with memories of the past as they swirled to create a picture of all the experiences he’d had. Of course, some images were more prominent--such as his time with Sakura. He tried not to think of her but she had been a part of his life for nearly three years. It surprised him that she’d even lasted that long.

His eyes slid open slowly as the sunlight from the window fell across his face. He felt tired and his cock was still half hard from Naruto’s quite potent lust. It wasn’t directed at him and that alone was the saving grace. A cold shower would do nothing; he just had to wait for it to run its course.

He’d be in hell for most of the day but at least it should have mostly faded by the time of his scheduled meeting. He needed this job. Hell, he’d even work for free as long as he was given something he could do without leaving his home. He’d just booted up his computer to prepare a presentation for his interviewer when his door rang.

Frowning, he opened it to find a young girl standing before him with several bags of groceries. “I’m sorry for the day early on your order. But tomorrow is training day for some new people who were hired. We didn’t want your standard order to be messed up.”

“Just put them on the counter, Moegi.” He mentally groaned. The girl was always professional but her eyes constantly scanned his body. He could smell her arousal and it sent what Naruto had done to him back to the forefront of his mind. He shoved several bills in her hand before practically shoving her out the door. Of all the days.

“Christ!” There was no way his body would be calmed by eight. It was only eight hours away. He was fucked. The company was already going out of their way to meet with him. He couldn’t reschedule. He could call someone and burn off the extra lust but he didn’t want to. He’d already thrown off his carefully planned schedule. Fuck.

He rushed for the shower. It wouldn’t help the burning desire oozing through his veins but it would relax him a little. He needed to let the build up of energy distribute itself over his body. He breathed in and out. Calming himself was the only way to ease the flow if there wasn’t a ready body available.

He probably sat in the shower for over an hour. His fingers and toes were wrinkled before he finally exited the tiled room. Work was all he had left to provide him with any sort of distraction until his scheduled meeting. His fingers flew over the keyboard as he went about preparing for his meeting.

The grumbling in his stomach brought him back into the present. His eyes widened as he glanced at the clock on his computer screen. It was nearly seven. He’d worked until nearly time for his meeting and he was still sitting in his towel.

Grabbing an apple from the bowl on the counter, he trotted into his bedroom to dress. He’d just finished his quick meal when the doorbell rang. Praying to every god and creator he knew, he hoped the man behind the door was not gay. The chances were slim but he really did not want to fuck a stranger who was going to be his boss or at the very least, a co-worker.

Unlocking the door, he quickly schooled his features at the man staring forward. He was fucked. Blind or deaf people always fucked him over as their other senses were doubly acute. “Mr. Uchiha?”

“Yes. You are from Hyuuga Enterprises?” Please say no. Please say no.

“I am. My name is Neji Hyuuga. I’m sorry for being late. My driver got lost. Are you going to continue to stare at me or invite me in?” The neutral look on the man’s face didn’t hid the annoyance he was sure was brewing. Most disabled people were like that.

Itachi stepped back, watching the man walk into the apartment. He couldn’t help his eyes from tracing the lines of his body. He was slim with long dark hair tied lightly with a dark ribbon. He was probably the best looking man he’d seen in years. He was probably the first man he’d wanted to fuck just for the hell of it since he’d hit puberty. He had to get rid of him. He could already smell his glands going into overdrive to produce copious amounts of the pheromone.

“I’m not sure if you are the best person to interview me.” Itachi took a deep breath, searching for the correct words to say without offending the man; he just had to get rid of him…fast.

“Why is that?” The man arched a dark brow.

“How can I show my portfolio to a blind man?” Please go. Please go. Oh fuck why did he have to be so intriguing?

“Mr. Uchiha. I’m not blind. I have a rare genetic disorder that causes the pigments in my eyes to fail at providing color to the iris. It’s common in my family. I can see perfectly as long as a room isn’t overly bright.” Itachi mentally groaned. He was fucked. There was no way he was going to get out of this unscathed. He would have to rush the interview as quickly as possible.

“I apologize. I didn’t realize. Shall we go to my office where I have my computer set up?” Itachi led the way, fighting to keep from limping as his hard cock pressed against the fly of his pants. He hadn’t been this horny in decades.

“I’ve set up a slide show of various projects I’ve worked on in the past. Feel free to browse it and ask me any questions you need to.” Itachi settled in one of the spare chairs in the office while Neji took the place across from him.

“Why did you choose Hyuuga Enterprises? A man of your skill can pick and choose of even bigger companies.” Neji crossed his legs gracefully, making Itachi mentally groan. God, just to feel those long limbs wrapped around him… the thought was sending his body into overdrive. He carefully crossed his legs too, hiding the painfully hard erection. It wouldn’t be long now until the man started feeling the saturation of the pheromones coming from Itachi in waves. He could already smell the slight musk of the other man’s responding biological signals.

“Money isn’t an issue. Your company offered me the option to work out of my home. I don’t leave often and I prefer my privacy.” Itachi answered with a neutral voice. Only years of experience allowed such a practiced front. A younger incubus would be sweating or possibly already rolling on the floor with Neji Hyuuga.

“Do you have any goals?” God, how did the man keep his voice so calm? He had to be feeling the effect of the pheromones by now.

“I only wish for a chance to work again. The last company I worked for began to grow tired of my eccentric personality and requested I spend at least three days a week in the office. My resignation was on my boss’s desk the next day.” Itachi saw no point in lying. As long as the company respected his wishes, he would continue to work for them no matter what they paid.

“You obviously don’t need money. Why do you want to work?” Neji had a damn good poker face. Itachi smirked a little. While Neji might keep his face neutral, the waves of lust were rising in him. No one could hide their lust from an incubus.

“I like to keep busy. I’m not the type of person to sit around and watch soap operas all day.” The lust from Neji Hyuuga was very dark and potent--like a fine wine. His musk was growing and small dots of perspiration were dotting along his temples. “Do you have any more questions?”

Neji visibly swallowed before standing. Itachi would have laughed as the man’s briefcase was held over his crotch as he held out a pale hand. His skin was soft with slight calluses on the palm. The urge to pull the other onto his lap was overwhelming. If he did, there was no doubt in his mind they would be fucking in moments. He quickly released the hand. “If that’s all, I’ll show you out.”

“That’s alright. I can find my way.” Neji held up a hand before turning to quickly exit the room. The smell of lust remained long after the loud slam of the front door. He moaned a little, wondering how long the other would wait before jerking off. His hips jerked a little at the image of the three piece suit rumpled as Neji Hyuuga jerked himself to a fast orgasm. He would have given up every dime he had to witness that sight. Instead, he would have to call up someone to help him relieve the tension. He was too revved now. What he wouldn’t give to be able to masturbate. He could rub himself all day long and all it would do was make him even hornier with no relief.

Reaching for the phone, he dialed Haku’s number. He knew why he wanted the long haired man. From behind, he would look very much like the young businessman who had left his home moments ago. He hoped Haku hurried. He needed release badly.

~*~

Neji stumbled into his apartment, his hands tearing at his clothing. His entire body screamed under the touch of his clothes. He ripped his shirt open to reveal reddened nipples. His fingers rubbed aching nubs desperately to ease the burning in them.

Fingers fumbled with his belt as he struggled to release himself from his pants. He knew he’d never been this hard in his life. His very skin was burning, every nerve ending brought to screaming life. He was sure his cock was going to explode.

He flinched as his hand cupped himself. He was so hard, it literally hurt to touch himself. His balls were swollen, hanging heavy between his thighs. “Oh, God.”

How could he stroke himself it if hurt to even touch his cock? He grunted, stumbling to his feet in a desperate need to reach his bedroom. His eyes were nearly crossing by the time he fetched the seldom used remote controlled vibrator he’d bought several months back.

This was going to hurt but he couldn’t take the time to prep himself. He was going insane. He squeezed nearly the entire bottle of lube on the blue shaft before shoving it unceremoniously up his ass. The slight pain gave him enough control to fumble with the controller, pressing the button to send the shaft vibrating directly against his prostate.

Neji screamed…loudly. His body arched off the bed as cum erupted from his erection to splatter all the way to his chest. It kept coming in waves of absolute pleasure. His hips continued to rock as the gushing of cum slowed to a small dribble. He grasped his cock, stroking it a few times to ride out the last of the orgasm before collapsing on his now soiled comforter.

Switching off the vibrator, he slid the plastic from his ass. “Fuck me,” he panted. “What the fuck was that?”

He pushed into a sitting position, wincing a bit at the ache in his ass from shoving the vibrator up without prepping after going so long without using it or having any sort of partner.

It felt like coming down from a drugged high. He’d only taken ecstasy once in college and what he was feeling now mirrored the experience only it was a million times more potent. He continued to drag precious air into his lungs as tremors rocketed through him. He’d never cum that hard in his entire life and still felt unfulfilled.

His mind roamed back towards Itachi Uchiha. His cock gave a half hearted jerk as the image of the dark eyed man. It amazed him he could even think of sex after that orgasm. Had the man drugged him? He didn’t see how, he hadn’t eaten or drunk anything in the apartment. Perhaps it was that heady incense he’d smelt even though he didn’t seen any burners.

He frowned. He would definitely be looking into Itachi Uchiha. After the scandal with Orochimaru, Hyuuga Enterprises could not take another hit. Stock prices were finally back on the rise. Things were looking up and he was determined to keep it that way. They would hire Uchiha for now but he would keep an eye on him.

to be continued~