The Agoraphobic Incubus

Warnings: cursing, yaoi, crude humor, sexual tension, drama Beta: guukan, commissioned by: annieme



The Agoraphobic Incubus



Part Two



Neji winced internally as his cousin and vice-president of public relations made a beeline for him the moment he stepped from the elevator. He loved her dearly but didn’t feel like dealing with her questions so early. He’d felt practically hung-over this morning as the alarm blared in his ear. He’d had to jerk himself off three times the previous night before his body finally gave out. He’d never been so horny in his entire life--not even when the hormones of youth roared through him beginning with puberty.



“How did the interview go?” She directed a warm smile towards him and he didn’t have the heart to snap at her. It would be wrong to deny her the questions bubbling to life in her mind. She was worried about the image of Hyuuga Enterprises--with good cause. After the fiasco caused by Orochimaru, the company needed good publicity…starting with their visible image.



“He’s very talented,” he answered, shrugging from his coat and hanging it in the closet.



“But?” Figures. He couldn’t hide anything from her.



“He’s fine. A bit strange, but fine.” He was one to talk. He’d practically popped a tent the moment he stepped through the door.



“What does he look like? Is he disabled? Deformed?” They were reasonable questions. It wasn’t everyday one hired a person who refused to leave their apartment even for a short job interview.



“None of that. He appeared normal.” If one called a walking wet dream normal, then yes, Itachi Uchiha was normal. He could practically smell the spicy scent enveloping the apartment. It defined him so well. Neji imaging his lips would taste spicy as well, maybe like cinnamon--a mixture of sweet and spicy. God help him. He could feel the heat building in his loins at just the memory of the scent.



“Normal? Then why wouldn’t he come in for an interview?” She sat down in a chair across from his desk.



“I didn’t ask and he really didn’t volunteer. Does it matter? We can give him remote access to the servers. Any changes he wants to make can be emailed to you. Just hire him and leave me alone. I interviewed him like you asked. He’s worth hiring.” Just leave me alone was what he really wanted to say. His private bathroom was calling him to take care of the little problem having risen in his pants.



“Do you think he will be reliable?” She began sorting through the folder with the name Itachi Uchiha blazed across the tab.



“He seemed fine, Hinata. What do you want to know? Does he take out his trash on time every week? Does he drink himself into oblivion every night?” He knew he was starting to sound annoyed but god, he was so fucking hard he could barely see straight. He half believed he would have already come in his pants if not for his cousin seated across from him. Think of something disgusting. Orochimaru naked. The throbbing in his balls eased…but only mildly. At least it was enough for him not to burst a blood vessel.



“Where are the papers he needed to sign?” She asked glancing up at him.



“P-Papers?” Oh, please God, no.



“You know, to hire him. You didn’t get him to fill out the paperwork? I put it in your briefcase.” Well it would have helped if he’d had the mental capacity to look in his briefcase. Hell, the thing had still been lying on the floor in his foyer when he’d stumbled from his room this morning.



“Just fax him the paper work.” Yes! He would be fine if he steered clear of the high-rise apartments in which Itachi Uchiha lived.



“Come on, Neji. Stop being a dick.” Hinata crossed her arms, glaring at him.



“What?” She had no idea the torture of being in that apartment had inflicted on him. If he went back he might actually rape Itachi Uchiha…either that or beg to be raped. His ass was still sore from the damned vibrator.



“We don’t want our employees to feel as if we don’t want to know them. It’s impersonal for us to just fax the paperwork over. The address is on your way home anyway. Just stop by again and have him sign them. It will only take ten minutes of your time.” Hinata was not going to fax the documents. She was willing to sentence him too hard on hell…and he could never refuse her anything.



“Fine. Now if you will excuse me, I have some paperwork to finish before your father comes down on me.” Neji waved his hand dismissively, not breathing until he heard to door close.



He pushed back almost violently from his desk to stare incredulously at the tenting of his suit pants. He didn’t have to look at them to know his erection was leaking copious amounts of cum, staining his boxers. What the hell was wrong with him? “Fuck!”



He limped from the desk to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him out of spite to vent the thick frustration running through his veins. He needed to get laid. He grumbled to himself as he shed his trousers. This day was already starting fucked up.



~*~



Itachi blinked awake. He wasn’t surprised to see Haku sprawled beside him. He’d used the hell out of the body and only sated the very tip of his lust. A rush of guilt went through him at the pitiful whimper the other released.



“Haku…go take a bath. I’ll make you breakfast.” Thick locks of brunet hair parted to reveal an almost feminine face. The other struggled to his feet, wincing in obvious pain as he slid from the bed.



“I’ve never seen you like that, Itachi,” he mumbled.



“Just a lot of built up frustration.” Itachi wished it was as easy as that. Another wave of guilt went through him. He’d never treated one of his bed partners like this. He’d never fucked them until they very nearly bled. It was shameful.



He couldn’t look at the young human any longer as he stumbled towards the bathroom. His head ached slightly, forcing him to down three ibuprofen before setting about preparing breakfast for Haku.



“That smells good.” Itachi glanced up to see Haku’s smiling face.



“One or two eggs?” Itachi passed the other a cup of tea. He didn’t keep coffee; the bitter taste didn’t sit well on his palette.



“After last night, I think two are in order.” Haku grinned, adding milk and sugar to the brew. “Care to talk about it?”



“There’s nothing to talk about.” The scrambled eggs were slid onto a plate and placed before Haku with several slices of bacon and toast.



“Don’t bullshit me. My ass is telling me that last night wasn’t just a need a fuck call. I know I don’t have a right to ask as you pay me for my services but I can honestly say I’ve never been fucked so much that I couldn’t come anymore. I was shooting blanks and you were still hard. Dare I ask who he is?” Haku grinned, his grey eyes twinkling with mirth.



“Who?” He pretended innocence, sipping his tea.



“The man I replaced last night. I’ve never known you to be particular in positions but if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you didn’t want to see my face as you took me.” Haku sniffed a little as if he was a bit miffed that Itachi wouldn’t divulge his secrets.



“There is no man.”



“Suit yourself but if I remind you a little of him, I pity the fellow when you finally take him to bed. I would imagine he won’t be able to walk for a week.” He snickered a bit before digging in to his meal.



Itachi pushed an envelope across the table. “Thank you for last night.”



Haku fiddled with his fork for a moment before placing it on his empty plate. “My pleasure. You know, I met a man a few nights ago. He asked me to dinner. If I start dating him, I’ll have to end our arrangement. You’ve been my only john for a while. I’ve been hording my money. I have enough to live on for the rest of my life. I’d kind of like a normal life.”



“Thank you for telling me.” That would put a damper in his schedule. He’d have to procure the services of another to take Haku’s place. This was damn inconvenient.



“It was nice while it lasted. You should find someone precious and not use whores,” Haku sighed as Itachi handed him another envelope. “What’s this?”



“Consider it a thank you for staying the longest of any other.” The money in the envelope was a quite a sum. He’d enjoyed Haku’s company and was disappointed to see him go but it was inevitable.



“You know you don’t have to do that.” Haku looked as if he was about to cry.



“Just let me know if this guy you are dating hurts you. I can have him taken care of for you.” Itachi smirked at the blush staining the other’s cheeks.



Haku threw a dish towel at Itachi’s head. “Don’t talk like that. I’ll think you are in the mafia or something.”



“What if I was?” Itachi liked grin now splitting Haku’s face. It was so different from the sadness present during the beginning of their arrangement.



“Then you would be the first member of the mafia to be agoraphobic.” Haku’s keen eyes narrowed as he awaited the other’s response.



Itachi frowned. Agoraphobic? “I’m not afraid of open spaces. I love them.”



“Then why do you never go outside. I’ve never seen you step from the building. The doorman gossips about you. He thinks you some sort of disfigured rich man who has the world at his beck and call.” Haku smirked at the annoyed look crossing Itachi’s face.



“Shows what he knows. I have my reasons for staying here. What does it matter if I don’t go outside?” A tic started above his brow, sending Haku doubling over in laughter.



“You are strange and strange makes people talk. You want them to stop? Start going out for a walk from time to time. What could it hurt?” More than you know, Itachi grimaced.



“Well I should be going. Call me sometime, Itachi. We can still be friends.” Haku smiled and hugged the man. Itachi knew he wouldn’t meet Haku again. He didn’t want to become a tear in the relationship Haku was going to make with his suitor. It was better that way. If his pheromones got to Haku, he wouldn’t be able to deny himself.



Closing the door, he pressed his brow against the wood. Never in his life had he had such a reaction to another. No man or woman had stirred him as much as Neji Hyuuga. He’d taken Haku on all fours, his mind replacing the body beneath him with one slightly larger and more powerfully built. It might take a while, but he would work Mr. Hyuuga from his system before he drove himself mad. He could have seriously injured Haku the previous night. He barely remembered it himself. With the scent of Neji Hyuuga’s lust in his nose, he’d barely been able to function.



Haku’s naturally icy scent had failed to permeate his senses. He’d been high the entire night on Neji alone. He ran his fingers through his hair. This was unacceptable. He was still aroused from just the memory. His heightened senses still picked up traces of the other. He’d barely been in the apartment a half of an hour and still traces remained, tormenting him with images of what it would be like to fuck him against the wall, in the bathroom, or sprawled across the table.



He made a frustrated sound, his fist plowing into the wall. Growling to himself, he eyed the small dent in the drywall. “Stop thinking of him!”



But you don’t want to stop thinking of him do you? He cursed himself and his vocal instincts. He knew all too well his body had attuned itself to Neji. It wanted him and anyone else would not satisfy nearly enough. Physically, anyone would do but it would be like eating unseasoned food. His body would do what it needed but he would enjoy it even less than he did now. He fully blamed his mother for this. She’d stirred him up with her talk about variety and him needing someone permanent in his life. Granted, permanent for her was a female heavy with his child.



“Hn, I wonder what she would say if I introduced her to my male lover.” He chuckled pushing away from the door. After he left Sakura, he’d tended to shy away from females. It wasn’t that he didn’t find them attractive; he simple didn’t want them to become too attached to him. Women tended to latch on a bit more firmly than men.



He took a sip of the lukewarm tea while browsing the internet for anything of interest. He paused on a few sites to read or watch videos when the phone rang, jarring him from his computer engrossment. “Hello?”



“Itachi. Naruto and I are going to come for dinner tonight.” The words were a statement, not a request.



“I didn’t know I invited you to dinner.” Itachi grunted powering down his computer when he saw the time.



“You didn’t. Naruto wanted to have dinner with you, but if you touch him, I’ll beat the shit out of you.” He had to chuckle at the dominance in his brother’s voice. His dear little brother sounded almost like a man.



“You could try to beat the shit out of me. Then I would take Naruto away from you. Maybe I would fuck him in front of you to show you who the real man is.” He couldn’t resist teasing his brother.



“Itachi…” snarled Sasuke through the line. Oh, he was pissed. Suddenly Itachi’s day was looking up.



“What would the expecting mother like for dinner?” he asked, deciding to ease up on the teasing for now.



“You’re an asshole. You know that, right?” Sasuke’s voice grumbled into his ear.



“Yet you keep coming around. Does that make you a masochist?” he commented, stetting about taking stock of his food supplies.



“Hmph. Naruto wants Italian but you can fix whatever you like. He’s like a human garbage disposal. He’ll ear nearly anything…except mayo. He still won’t tell me why he doesn’t like the stuff. He’ll gag if he’s told mayonnaise is in something he’s eating.” Sasuke chuckled, revealing he’d obviously pranked the other with the white substance.



“I’ll keep that in mind. I’ll see you at seven.” He replaced he phone in its charger. Naruto wanted Italian. Stuffed chicken parmesan with a side of salad would be nice. He had some nice blush wine cooling in the refrigerator that would go lovely with it.



He set about preparing. He knew from experience that Sasuke and Naruto dined out most nights. Neither could cook worth a damn. If there was no such thing as restaurants, the two would surely starve. He snickered at the thought. Naruto always ate as if he was starving; especially when he knew it was a home cooked meal.



“We’re here, Itachi.” Naruto’s voice carried to the kitchen. Didn’t they know the meaning of knocking?



“So I see.” He stuck his head from the kitchen in time to see Naruto launch himself into his arms. Grunting under the weight, he went crashing to the ground.



“You made Italian. I’ve wanted real Italian for so long but Sasuke can’t cook and restaurant food doesn’t taste as good. I love you.” Naruto puckered up his lips, preparing to smack one on Itachi when he was jerked away by his collar.



“Idiot. What did we just discuss yesterday?” Sasuke growled low.



A heavy sigh escaped the blond. “I can only kiss Sasuke. I can only fuck Sasuke. I can only have babies with Sasuke. I can only love Sasuke.”



“You two seriously had that conversation?” Itachi doubled over with laughter. “I mean…you really made him memorize that?”



“Hmph, well if I didn’t have you for a brother I wouldn’t need to. You are the only man on the planet sexier than me.” Sasuke pouted for a minute before drawing Naruto into his arms and kissing his cheek.



“Well that is true.” The smirk didn’t leave his face as he began placing food on the table. “Other than Naruto’s craving for Italian, why did you want to have dinner?”



“So you would cook for us. You are seriously the best cook around.” Naruto began shoveling food in his mouth the minute the plates were filled.



“Why don’t you hire a cook? It’s not like money is an issue.”



“Because I don’t trust the bastard around a cook while I’m not there,” Naruto grumbled, shooting Sasuke a much suffering look.



“Oh, so now you know what it’s like to be jealous? I offered to hire an older chef but the idiot seriously thinks I would fuck some random fifty year old person.” Sasuke shot Naruto an annoyed look.



“I know the way it works!” Naruto pointed a finger at his lover. “If her lust was strong enough, you would fuck Paris Hilton.”



Sasuke and Itachi both shuddered. That cunt was definitely not one either wanted to be anywhere near. He wouldn’t be surprised if it was infected by God only knew what parasites.



“Only as a last resort, moron.” Sasuke pushed away his plate, patting his stomach happily.



“Obviously you still enjoy my cooking.” Itachi poured them more wine while Naruto stood to fetch the dessert from the kitchen.



“I miss it so much. Why couldn’t I have fallen for someone who could cook?” he said, nearly purring his contentment.



“I heard that, asshole.” yelled Naruto from the kitchen as he brought the dessert to the table--chocolate dipped strawberries.



“I’m sure you have your reasons for choosing Naruto over a culinary gifted individual,” Itachi chuckled, plucking a strawberry from tray and popping it in his mouth.



“Yeah. Naruto and I wanted to talk to you about the baby. Tsunade is going to fertilize the eggs tomorrow. If they take and we have a baby, Naruto and I wanted you to be the baby’s godfather.” Sasuke blushed a little as he asked.



Itachi was touched by the sentiment. It meant a lot the two offered him such an important role in their child’s life. He smirked a little at all the ways to torment his father he would teach the little rug rat.



“No bad stories about my childhood either.” Sasuke growled dangerously.



“I would never do such a thing to you, Sasuke,” Itachi lied through his teeth. He had the ability to lie and still come out smelling like a daisy.



“Yeah, well. That’s all we wanted to ask. So will you be the baby’s godfather?”



“Of course. I’ll even teach it to cook since it’s obvious neither of you is going to attempt to learn,” he chuckled.



“I tried,” Naruto offered, blushing.



Sasuke scowled at his lover. “Yeah and when you burnt down the kitchen we agreed you would never try again.”



“Well, you can’t say I didn’t try.” Naruto crossed his arms and began to pout. It was a decidedly cute pose.



“I’ll make sure to teach all my secrets to your child. When he or she is old enough, they can cook for you.” Itachi and Sasuke set about collecting the plates while Naruto packaged up the leftovers.



“Thanks Itachi. It means a lot to us.” Sasuke bumped his shoulder against his brother. They might have their differences from time to time but they were still family. They would stick by each other through thick and thin.



“You’re welcome. Why don’t you and Naruto take the leftovers and go home. As much as I hate it to admit it, I’m not in the best mindset to be around him for long. I met someone and they set my body working against me. I nearly brutalized Haku last night. I don’t think I could stand to be around Naruto without feeling the effects.” Itachi rubbed his head absently.



“That’s odd. Did the person come onto you?” Sasuke asked, fiddling with his lighter as Naruto finished packing up their food.



“No but I could smell his lust and it was far more potent. I would have probably raped him if he’d been here a moment longer. I called Haku immediately and fucked him nearly all night and was still hungry. That’s never happened to me.” Itachi shook his head rubbing his eyes. He’d begun to feel restless.



“That sounds similar to me and Naruto though…it wasn’t quite that bad. Maybe because we were fucking ten minutes later.” Sasuke smirked, making Itachi roll his eyes.



“Just leave. I’ll call you if anything comes up.” Itachi shoved his brother through the door, followed immediately by Naruto.



“What was that about?” Naruto pouted, cradling his precious leftovers to his chest.



“Just Itachi having a midlife crisis.” Sasuke grabbed his lover’s arm, escorting him towards the elevator.



It opened, revealing a long haired brunet who had both men staring. The man was pretty damn stunning. His rich earth colored hair was pulled back loosely with a tie. His suit complimented his build, showing off broad shoulders and a slim waist. While he was attractive at first glance, his eyes were the most intriguing.



“So you’re one of Itachi’s new ones,” Naruto snickered. “I can see why he picked you.”



A dark brow arched. “What are you talking about?”



“You know…his fuck toys?”



“Excuse me?” His eyes narrowed a little at two men.



“Ignore the idiot. He doesn’t know how to have a normal conversation. Once he opens his mouth, it all goes to hell,” Sasuke grunted in apology. “I’d be wary of Itachi if I were you. He’s in a piss poor mood.”



“I’ll take that into consideration.” Neji nodded, stepping out of the elevator so the two could enter. “Have a good night.”



Shaking his head at the interesting meeting, he approached the door. He moaned deeply. There was that spicy scent again. It was driving him crazy and he hadn’t even stepped into the apartment. Just five minutes. It would just take five minutes to get the paperwork signed and make it back to his apartment for another evening of solo fun. Pressing the doorbell, he prayed for a speedy answer.



The door swung open. “So now you use the doorbell…oh?”



~*~



Itachi’s eyes went wide upon seeing who was standing at his apartment door. He swallowed as the lust hit him full force, nearly sending him to his knees. Why was he here? God, he smelled so good. He could see small beads of sweat dotting his temples--awaiting his tongue.



“Can I help you, Mr. Hyuuga?” He was surprised his voice didn’t crack because he was pretty damn hot.



“I…have some papers I need you to sign. I would have just faxed them to you but Hinata insisted I deliver them in person. I hope you don’t mind me dropping by unannounced?” Neji answered, stepping into the apartment and pulling the employment documents from his briefcase.



“What are they?” Itachi scanned the copies before walking towards his office.



“Standard employment documents as well as a confidentiality agreement and documents to place you on the company insurance.” Neji followed, his eyes dropping to watch the tight ass, cupped by gray slacks.



“I see.” Itachi took a deep breath; the lust permeating the air seemed to have tripled in the walk from the door to the office. He quickly grabbed a pen and signed everywhere there was an x. He could have been signing away the ownership of his apartment and he wouldn’t have known the difference. He just needed the man gone before he raped him.



“Did you have guests? I passed two men as I got off the elevator.” Neji took the offered paper.



Itachi nodded. “My brother and his boyfriend. They have me cook for them sometimes. Kitchens catch on fire spontaneously when either enters one.”



Neji chuckled, a deep sound that shot straight to his crotch. Why did everything the man did have to have such an effect on him? He shouldn’t feel this need. He’d exchanged enough energy with Haku to keep him going for a week yet here he was, feeling as if he was practically starving.



Neji slid the documents in his brief case and turned away from the temptation. Itachi watched him leave. The further he moved from him, the more intense the need. His eyes darkened as Neji moved the open the door. Instinct took over in a rush.



He pressed the man into the wood,not giving him a chance to fight. His nose lowered to catch the scent of spiking lust. The rising lust was so potent; Itachi began purring as it washed over him. He never acted like this…ever.



The leather briefcase clutched in Neji's hands fell to the ground at their feet with a thump. Itachi gave it little mind, his fingers were too busy slipping beneath the white shirt to press against the semi smooth abdomen--his fingers tangling in the hairs swirling around the other’s navel.



He knew his body was releasing alarming amounts of the pheromone but was unable to do a thing to stop it. Every instinct in his body cried out for him to take the man where he was--against the door.



“Tell me to stop…” he ground out, his lips lowering to nip at the revealed neck--tasting the salt on his skin.



“I…” Neji hands flattened on the door as he stuttered over words.



“If you don’t tell me to stop, I’m going to take you. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast. You’ll come so hard; you’ll think your brain exploded.” Itachi pushed the shirt upward to pinch at the revealed nipples, bringing a delightful moan from his partner.



“Oh, God!” Neji pressed back into the erection grinding into his ass.



Fingers clenched in the long brunet hair, forcing Neji’s neck to arch. Itachi stripped the tie from him, his lips and teeth bearing down hard on the bared skin as the shirt was wrenched open. Buttons clattered loudly on the wood floor--ignored by both men.



Itachi pulled Neji from the wall, his lips pressing forcefully against Neji’s. He was brutal--his tongue forcing its way into the warm cavern, lapping at the flavor coating the other’s tongue. He’d never felt so enveloped in a taste. Neji’s knees gave way, forcing them to the floor in his foyer.



He ground his hips into the other, hearing the loud moan of the other like the sound of a siren calling sailors to their deaths on the hidden rocks. He could no more deny the other what he needed anymore than he could deny himself.



Scooping his hands beneath Neji’s knees, he pulled them around his hips so that he pressed against his partner’s hardness with even more firmness. Their lips never parted--they continued to devour each other in rabid desperation.



Neji’s pants became rapid and his legs tightened where they were locked around Itachi’s waist. He could smell how close the other was to orgasm. He began thrusting hard with his pelvis, forcing desperate cries from his partner. “That’s it. I want to hear you scream.”



Neji came almost instantly. A sound, half cry-half scream, erupted from him as his entire body went rigid. The scent of lust and cum spilled through the air, mixing with his pheromone to send himself close to the edge. He couldn’t come, but he could savor his partner’s orgasm. His own would come soon enough.



There was no time to wait. He need relief now! Desperation warred with what little remained of his sanity as he lowered his hands to the body quivering on the floor of his foyer. He was reaching for the buttons on the other’s trousers when his door swung open. “Itachi dear, I wanted to let you know I was leaving for the week and to give you the…oh dear.”



Two pair of eyes shot towards the open door where Mikoto stood, eyes wide. “I wonder why I didn’t scent you were with someone. I must be getting old.”



“Oh God…what am I doing?” Neji shoved Itachi from him, grabbed his briefcase, and forced his way past the wide eyed Mikoto.



“Wait!” Itachi was on his feet rushing after Neji, following him to the elevator. “Don’t leave.”



“I’m sorry. This shouldn’t have happened. You were just hired by my company. It’s against the rules for interoffice relationships.” He could feel Neji’s returning desire, only serving to inflame his even more.



“I don’t work in the office.” He felt like an idiot for saying it but he was becoming desperate. His need had put him in a state he'd never been in. He couldn't think. He knew only a deep set desperation.



“You are still an employee. I’ll have Hinata fax you copies of your paperwork. Good evening.” The elevator door closed, leaving Itachi standing in his silent hallway.



“Fuck!” he screamed at the silver doors.



“Dear…”



“Just…don’t talk to me…I need to calm down before I end up leaving the apartment and rape someone.” Itachi panted, his fingers digging furrows into the wall.



“It wouldn’t be rape. Your pheromone would make sure you partner came.” She was just trying to help but it wasn’t.



“It’s still fucking rape! I don’t care if they come fifty times, it’s still rape.” He pressed his brow into the wall, calming--if only slightly.



“Itachi…do you need me to call someone?” Her lips turned down as she reached to touch his shoulder.



“Don’t touch me…I’m too aroused. Your touch hurts me.” He pushed away, stumbling back to the apartment. “Just leave, Mother. I can handle it.”



She closed her eyes but nodded. She knew very well there was nothing she could do to help, her very presence agitating him even more. “Very well. Call me if you need help.”



Itachi watched her leave before slamming the door to his apartment, collapsing to the floor. This was the part he hated about the over arousal of incubi. He could feel each pulse of lust pooling in his groin. His stomach cramped up painfully, causing him to cry out in pain. There was no pleasure in this. He was too far gone to even stand to call anyone. Haku and Genma were out. That seriously limited those he could call on.



He would have to ride this one out. He had plenty of energy thanks to Haku. He would simply have to wait out the pain. Pulling his body into a ball, he whined like an injured animal as the pain took him again. He was in for a long night.





To be continued.