The Agoraphobic Incubus

I don’t own Naruto



Warnings: sexual tension, cursing, supernatural beings and events,



The Agoraphobic Incubus



Itachi slammed the door behind his mother, locking it quickly. Pain stabbed through his abdomen with the force of a driven dagger. He’d only experienced this once when he was barely fifty. He’d been stupid enough to ignore the hunger before traveling across an uninhabited area. His mount stepped in a hole, breaking its leg and leaving him alone to transverse the area. The trip on horseback was two days. On foot it was infinitely longer.



Days without exchanging energy changed an incubus. He’d become nearly feral by the time he stumbled into the town. He’d practically raped the first woman he‘d come across, thankful she was a whore and more than willing to spread her legs for the few coins he tossed her way. After that incident, he’d never left himself without a way to feed. He’d never wanted to suffer the feeling of starvation.



A feeling he was currently suffering from. He wasn’t in danger of death. He could feel Haku’s energy swirling through him--untouched by his own. Strangely enough, his body was attempting to reject it. It couldn’t but it would wait until the point of true starvation before absorbing Haku’s sexual energy. This was an unprecedented event for him. Usually, exchanged energy was absorbed immediately.



Growling in frustration, he began prowling through the living area. The pain of his initial denial of release faded into an overbearing violent need to take. The restlessness demanded that he leave the apartment and claim Neji Hyuuga--to end his suffering with the smooth pale body. His scent was heavy, particularly in the foyer where he’d very nearly raped the man. If his mother hadn’t entered, he would have been buried deeply inside the pearly eyed man--his body would have savored a true feeling of satisfaction.



The faint odor of semen radiated from the foyer, tempting him to leave his home. This building was the only form of protection he could offer the world. His body quivered as if even his skin couldn‘t stand the feel of the air moving through the room. His nails scratching along the walls, leaving deep furrows along the interior.



His mind consistently lost its focus as he prowled from room to room. His fully grown claws ripped apart the leather of his sofa and loveseat. He had to find some sort of outlet for his pent up need. He was tempted to call upon Naruto. Sasuke would balk but with Itachi in this state, a stranger off the street could endanger their existence and Itachi was unable to prevent his body from shifting towards it‘s more primal form--a form only revealed when desperation was called for. Sasuke would have no choice but to allow Itachi the use of Naruto--the action which would tear a deep gash in their relationship. Itachi would never ask such a thing of his brother.



His eyes darted along the room, looking for anything to pull his mind from the dark well of lust. His lips pulled back to reveal sharpened incisors. His form was altering itself to that of a predator. It was an inevitable result of such tension.



Driving a fist through the plaster of the nearest wall, he felt deep satisfaction from the action. Some of his distress eased. His apartment would suffer but it was nothing a contractor and interior decorator couldn’t handle. Systematically, he prowled through the apartment--destroying anything to force his body to accept the foreign energy Haku had provided him. His oak table and chairs were the next to be destroyed, followed by his television. The only thing remaining unharmed was his laptop. He retained enough control not to ruin the data he’d saved to it.



Collapsing in exhaustion--his apartment ravaged--Itachi panted, feeling immensely more relaxed. Physical exertion was the only way to combat the lust. He could feel the energy he’d exchanged with Haku finally being absorbed into his body. His body might not have wanted to but the fierce physical exertion forced it to. Even his raging erection had lessened to something slightly more manageable.



“Finally…” He glared at his bleeding knuckles and lacerated arms. He would call a contractor and decorator tomorrow.



Stumbling into his bathroom, he glared at his haggard appearance. His eyes continued to gleam crimson and would remain so for several more hours while the pigments darkened to their normal black. His claws and fangs had already begun to recede.



Stepping beneath the spray of the shower, Itachi gave a whimpered moan. The water felt more like hundreds of needles on his oversensitive skin. Closing his eyes, he waited for the pain to ease. He should have probably taken a bath but impatience had him braving the pounding on his skin to remove the traces of sweat, lust and Neji--most importantly Neji. He wouldn’t rest as long as he was able to smell the traces of the other on his skin.



Taunt muscles began relaxing beneath the deluge, allowing him to complete his bath. He didn’t bother drying the water from his skin. He knew he wouldn’t be able to stand the feel of the towel rubbing him. He really hated what he was. Tonight was a prime example of why he secluded himself in his apartment. He should have told Hinata Hyuuga he wasn’t interested. His life was perfectly organized and monitored until he’d allowed Neji Hyuuga through his door.



The phone rang as he dropped to the bed’s soft sheets. He flinched under the auditory assault, taking the receiver from its cradle. “Hello?”



“Itachi! Mother just called me. What happened? Do you…need me to send Naruto?” Itachi flinched at the strained tone in his brother’s voice, thankful that he’d taken care of the issue for now.



“No…I’ve burned myself out. I’ll need a contractor and interior decorator though. I’ll let you take care of that since I destroyed my apartment rather than ask for the use of your Naruto.” Itachi barely managed a smirk at the sigh of relief from Sasuke.



“I’ll take care of it. Do you want me to come over?” Sasuke asked, concern evident in his tone now that his lover was safe.



Itachi hummed as sleep called to him. “Not until morning. I’m going to crash for several hours. Just handle the repairs. I’m likely to sleep for several hours.”



“I’ll be there in the morning.” The two said their goodbyes and not a moment too soon as Itachi was pulled into a thankfully dreamless oblivion.



~*~



Neji pressed his face into the tiled walls of his shower. His body continued to quiver from the orgasm he’d had under the ministrations of his new employee. He was both shamed and exhilarated by the experience. As an adult, he knew better than to become pulled away in the rush of passion. The knowledge hadn’t stopped him from melting into a puddle goo while spreading his legs for Uchiha.



A flush spread across his face at the memory of Itachi Uchiha thrusting downward, pushing him over the edge. Darkness had clouded his eyes with the power of the orgasm. He’d never come so quickly in his life. The lust radiating off of the other man had been as addicting as a drug. He wanted it even more now that he was separated from the source.



“I’ve got to stay away from that man!” Neji groaned as the cool water sprayed down on his heated skin. He hated cold baths but the throbbing between his legs didn’t seem to want to ease in the slightest. He refused to masturbate again, knowing it would mean pulling out the vibrator. Another day of uncomfortable shifting in his office chair because of a sore ass was not something he wanted to experience again, especially when the cause of pain was the solitary use of sexual toys.



Turning the taps, he sighed as warm water replaced the cold. He drew his bath cloth across his body, groaning. The rough fibers in the cloth scraped along his skin--leaving behind tingles of pleasure as he neared the curls of dark hair, signaling the approach to his nether regions.



His body tensed, pleading to be given some relief from the seemingly never ending erection. He’d heard that extended erections could cause damage to the penis--destroying blood vessels needed for erections. He was only relieving himself for medical reasons. He nodded, citing every medical reasons he could think of as excuse for breaking his self-made promise of abstention from masturbation. It had nothing to do with Itachi and how sinfully he’d looked as he’d rocked his hips against him.



He bit his lip, encircling the shaft with the cloth. The fibers of the cloth scraped pleasantly against his engorged flesh. “Oh God!”



His body tensed up, thousands of sensations rocketed towards his brain. His knees went weak, sending him crumpling to the shower floor. Semen pumped hard and fast, splattering on the tiled floor. His body continued to quake long after the pulsing in his groin ended.



His brain was going to melt if he kept this up. He’d masturbated more in the last few days than he had in the last month. He’d cum harder than he had in his entire life too. The experience was both a wet dream and nightmare rolled into one. Itachi Uchiha was turning him into a sex addict.



“I refuse to let that man fuck with my head.” He growled, determined to never see him again. He couldn’t lose control like this. He wouldn’t.



Collapsing in bed, his pale eyes stared out into the darkness enshrouding his room. The last thoughts swirling through his mind before sleep took him revolved around intense dark eyes staring directly into his soul.



~*~



“Jesus, Itachi…” Sasuke stood in the middle of what was once the living room. Itachi sat silently, glaring at his brother over a mug of coffee. It was nearly three in the afternoon but he found his body not wanting to pull itself from his bed.



“Don’t state the obvious, little brother. Did you arrange a contractor and decorator?” Itachi closed his eyes to breathe in the aroma of the coffee. Thankfully, he’d left the kitchen and his office relatively untouched in his rampage. He would have been quite put out had he destroyed either of those rooms.



“I called. The contractor will be here around four. I’ve arranged an appointment with the decorator in three days. That should be all the time the contractor needs to repair the holes.” Sasuke watched with great humor as the hired men cleaned up the ruined furniture. “Did Mother seriously interrupt you?”



Itachi sent his brother another glare. “I’d rather not talk about it, if you don’t mind.”



“Fine…I didn’t say thanks.” Sasuke sat next to his brother, pressing their shoulders together.



“I’m sure I’ll make you repay the favor in some way.” Itachi smirked at his brother.



Sasuke rolled his eyes. “Can’t you just say you’re welcome like a normal person.”



“I could, but where would be the fun in that?” Itachi rose, snatching his lap top and disappearing into his office. Sasuke could handle the cleanup and deal with the constructors. He had work to begin.



Adjusting the company website to be more user friendly and welcoming took nearly four hours. He didn’t feel the time pass, lost in his own world until Sasuke knocked on the door. “Naruto dropped some food off. He wanted to see you but I knew you were working.”



Sasuke tossed a hamburger to his brother. “You need to eat. You still look pale.”



“I’ll probably continue to be so for a few days. My body isn‘t processing the energy as it should.” He set aside the fast food concoction to click his mouse a few times.



Sasuke peered over Itachi‘s shoulder to glance at the screen. “That looks nice. Better than what they had up before, that’s for damn sure.”



“You deal with Hyuuga?” Itachi arched a brow.



“On occasion. They had a bit of trouble just after the new year. I wondered if they would salvage themselves or go under. I’m glad to see they survived.” Sasuke bit into his sandwich while watching his brother work.



“What of the repairs?”



“The guy said he’d start tomorrow morning and probably be finished by five. I scheduled a decorator to come in the day after. I’m going to assume you will remain locked up in your office until they are finished.” Sasuke chuckled, finishing his sandwich.



Itachi made a noncommittal noise, closing his laptop and picking up the lukewarm sandwich. “I’ll let you handle everything. You know my tastes. I had best not see the slightest bit of orange on any of my new furniture.”



“Just be glad Naruto isn’t doing the decorating. You would have orange in every possible shade,” Sasuke snickered.



“Just remember, you fuck me over in my decorating, and I call you to fuck Naruto the next time I end up like this.” He wouldn’t…but Sasuke didn’t know that. Even if he did, he knew better than to fuck with Itachi home. Itachi never left it.



“You know you could just meet with the woman yourself…”



Itachi snarled. “Don’t even finish that thought. She would rape me before the end of the session.”



“So it’s alright for her to rape me? We are the same species, you know.” Sasuke crossed his arms in a pout.



“My hormones aren’t right. I’ve been producing too much of the pheromone lately. I don’t trust myself with anyone but you at this point since you are immune.” Itachi slipped his glasses off his nose. “Either I’ll be raped, or I’ll end up raping someone. Neither of which I desire.”



“Is it that bad? What are you going to do about it? Have you asked Mother?” Sasuke sat forward in his chair looking contemplative.



“Not yet. I wasn’t in much of a state last night for a heart to heart with her. I’ll call her later.” Itachi sighed. The woman was probably worried. She tended to get more maternal than normal from time to time.



“Don’t wait too long. You know how she gets.” They shared a chuckle. Mikoto Uchiha could certainly put the fear of God…or the Devil in her sons.



“I won’t. Shouldn’t you be getting home to Naruto instead of talking with me?” Itachi asked as he rose to his feet.



Sasuke wrinkled his nose, standing to follow Itachi from the room. “You smell a little off. Are you sure you don’t want me to stay. I don’t want you to go through all that again.”



“I’m fine. As long as I keep away from humans for a few days while I recoup, I‘ll be fine. I would appreciate not letting anyone in my bedroom or study and I will confine myself there until the repairs are finished.” Itachi opened the door for his brother, touched by his concern but not wanting to deal with Naruto--the man was sure to come knocking if Sasuke wasn’t home soon. He wasn’t strong enough to resist the naturally flirty blond.



“Are you sure…?”



“Sasuke. Don’t make me say no and fuck pretty little Naruto.” Itachi smirked as Sasuke growled low in his throat before exiting from the apartment.



Itachi leaned against the door. Maybe things would revert to some semblance of normality after the furniture was replaced. He wasn’t one for all this excitement. Being an incubus wasn’t as carefree as some might think. His life was perfectly happy until Neji Hyuuga stepped into it. He just had to stay away from the man and things would be gravy. That’s what he would do--stay away from Neji Hyuuga.



~*~



Itachi groaned, his stomach churning. He’d invited Genma over two days ago but found his body refusing to react. The limp state of his privates was something quite unprecedented in his life. He was sure if it had happened to his brother, he would have heard. It would be almost embarrassing if he wasn’t in so much pain from the stagnating sexual energy. There was no reason for his body to refuse to react to a willing man. It had taken quite a bit of energy to get Genma from his apartment. His pheromones continued to work against him.



Sasuke had done a respectable job replacing the furnishings. Stumbling through the refurbished apartment, he collapsed on his bed with a moan. He would have to thank him properly in a day or two if he survived.



Rolling over to his side, he shuddered as another wave of nausea rolled through him. He was going to have to call Sasuke. He had a feeling it wouldn’t matter if Naruto came or not. If Genma didn’t elicit a response, Naruto probably wouldn’t either.



He was reaching for the phone when he heard movement in the other rooms. “Itachi! I’m here to check up on you.”



Sasuke. He wished he could say his brother was doing it from the kindness of his heart. He’d be lying. Sasuke wanted Itachi healthy so that Naruto would be safe from him. It was a noble cause and served Itachi’s purposes. “In here.”



Sasuke opened the door. Itachi could see the shock spreading across his face as well as the disappointment. “Should I call Naruto?”



“It wouldn’t matter. I couldn’t even get hard for Genma. I think Naruto is safe from me. Imagine the irony. An incubus that can’t get an erection when a willing man is in his bed.” Itachi’s chuckle transformed into a groan.



“I’m calling Mother. You should have already called her.” Sasuke pulled out his cell phone, punching in several numbers. “Mother. Itachi’s sick. His energy is stagnating…Yes I know he needs to get laid. He said he can’t get it up. Fine.”



Itachi rolled his eyes. He only heard one side of the conversation but he was pretty sure his mother would soon be knocking on his door.



“She’s on her way,” Sasuke said, sitting beside Itachi.



“I would expect no less from her.” Itachi groaned as another wave of pain followed by nausea washed through him. His currant status was becoming annoying. Now he would have to deal with his mother as well.



Gagging, he stumbled from the bed. Sasuke was shoved from his path as he collapsed before the toilet. His body heaved and he clenched on the white lid in abject desperation. What little he’d been able to keep down was harshly expelled from his body in a series of body spasms. Exhaustion warred with frustration. He hated looking like this in front of his brother. Illness was no excuse.



“Itachi…you are sick. We’ve got to do something.” Sasuke’s hands were plowing through his already naturally spiky locks, mussing them to even more extreme lengths.



“I know that, Sasuke. It’s not like we can take me to the nearest hospital. Our physiology differs in several key points, not to mention, I would probably be raped by the entire staff. You might not smell it but I do. It’s almost more than even I can stand.” Itachi rested his cheek on the rim, too tired to even try to pull himself to his feet.



“Smell what?” Sasuke began scenting the air. “It just smells like you.”



“That’s why. I’ve been secreted the stuff in copious amounts. You’re immune. If Naruto stepped in here, he’d probably have the hard-on from hell.” Itachi groaned, feeling his own body stir once more. He’d hoped in his weakened state; his overproduction of hormone would lessen. It appeared he was mistaken. If anything, his body seemed determined to secrete even more. A tingling rush moved through his body signaling the release of another wave of the pheromone. The air became practically saturated with the slightly spicy scent. He watched his brother pale and stumble backwards from the room. Apparently Sasuke wasn’t as immune as he’d thought.



“Christ, Itachi. I’m hard and I’m not the least bit attracted to you.” Sasuke visibly shuddered as the words left his mouth.



“I’m only hard when I have no way to release.” Itachi groaned, stumbling to his feet. There was no way he would let his mother see him like this. “Help me to the shower.”



“What are you doing?”



Itachi glared out of the corner of his now red tinged eyes. “I smell like vomit. I’m not going to sit here smelling like this. Not to mention I need to wash the pheromone off.”



He whimpered as the water cascaded over his body. Sasuke ran the wash cloth over his back as leaned heavily on the tile. Today was a reason to affirm his distaste for his luck in being born a incubus. The cloth felt as if it was tearing the skin from his back. “Easy, Sasuke! My skin is hypersensitive in this state.”



“Sasuke! Itachi!”



“It’s Mother.” Sasuke tossed aside the cloth to help Itachi from the shower and wrap him in a thin housecoat. “In the bedroom, Mother.”



“Oh baby…” Her face tightened when she saw the shape her oldest child was in. “What happened?”



“My body has been going completely haywire for the last week. I couldn’t even get an erection to exchange energy.” Itachi hissed as his brother lowered him to the bed. He could feel the heat building in his loins. It wasn’t for Sasuke. He knew that much. He was immensely grateful when his brother stopped touching him. His skin crawled with revulsion everywhere Sasuke touched.



“He’s been over producing the pheromone as well. He nearly knocked me out earlier,” Sasuke muttered, taking his mother’s coat and purse.



Mikoto sat beside her son, stroking her hands through his damp hair. “Itachi, when was the last time you orgasmed?”



“The day you interrupted me and Neji.”



“That’s been nearly a week. Sweetheart…” She turned to Sasuke. “He’s in this state because of the stagnate energy. Call a prostitute.”



“He’s tried that. He said he goes limp at the thought of touching another person. His body refuses to allow him to replace the energy.” Mikoto tsked at Sasuke’s answer, rolling her son to his side and sliding the housecoat from his shoulders to reveal the mark of their kind at the base of his spine.



Her fingers began massaging the black mark in a series of hard strokes similar to that of a deep tissue massage. Itachi moaned, burying his face in a pillow. Instead of arousing him, the touch was painful. Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes as his muscles clenched with the waves of pain radiated from his spine outward. Sweat broke out across his body. His muscles spasmed wildly under her touch. “S-Stop…”



“Shhh, this will make you feel better. Sasuke come here.” She drew a finger down the image of the barbed arrow. The tips of the barbs were red. Sasuke frowned as she continued to stimulate the mark.



“Was his mark always like that?” Sasuke frowned at the unnatural coloration.



“No, it wasn’t. I think my baby has found his mate. Who has he been with in the last week or two?” Mikoto smiled, turning from Itachi who was now completely limp onto his back.



Sasuke shrugged his shoulders, staring incredulous at Itachi. “I don’t know…Haku, Genma…what was the name of that guy he said…Neji. What did you do to him?”



“I simple manually forced his energy to flow. It’s only a temporary fix since the energy has already stagnated. So…three candidates.” Mikoto crossed her arms, pacing across the room.



“Wait a minute, Mother. I didn’t go through this with Naruto.”



She looked thoughtful for a moment. “Hmm…well, were you away from him for any significant time after you met?”



Sasuke shook his head negative. “No…we were in bed together that night and didn’t leave for like a week.”



“Pull up your shirt.” She turned him around to examine his mark. The telltale sign of red on his barbs caused her to sight deeply. “You are mated. I suppose I’ll have to accept Naruto now. I’d hoped he was a phase you were going through.”



“A phase?” Sasuke growled.



“A mother can hope. The reason you were never like this was because you were fucking the boy several times a day. The pheromone Itachi is releasing is a call to his mate. It’s meant to travel across long distances and call one’s mate to him. It’s probably unperceivable to most as it is most likely customized for his mate. That‘s probably the reason I didn‘t scent him when I came by earlier in the week.” Mikoto draped a sheet over Itachi’s still frame, his shallow breathing signaling his sleeping.



“Trust me, Mother. I smelled it,” Sasuke scoffed, shuddering at the memory.



Mikoto smiled, patting Sasuke gently on the arm. “Oh, I’m sure you did. In such a concentrated amount, I would imagine anyone would catch a whiff of it. As I said, it’s meant to travel and call one’s mate. We’ve got to get the candidates to Itachi. At this point, he’ll only be able to orgasm with his mate.”



“I know it’s not Genma. He told me he couldn’t get it up for him,” Sasuke explained. “And, I doubt it’s Haku. He’s been with him for a couple of years. They only recently parted ways, not to mention, he‘s had multiple partners long after knowing Haku.”



“Could he have mated with Haku and still been with others?” Sasuke asked after a moment’s pause.



“No…once mated, it’s for life or until death. His body would have been completely tuned for his mate alone. I was mated to your father. You were both too young to remember much of him before he died. Itachi was barely five and you weren’t even a year old.” She sighed at the nostalgia of the memory.



Sasuke focused his eyes on her. “How do you keep on living without him. I can’t imagine ever living without Naruto.”



“I had the two of you. I couldn’t leave you to develop alone. There is no telling what would have happened. After a while, it got a little easier and I was able to enjoy life again…abet, there is still an emptiness but thoughts of my family make it easier.” She smiled at her son before shaking Itachi gently.



“Itachi…I need you to tell me who this Neji man is.” Mikoto stroked his face, brushing back the inky locks plastered against his brow.



Itachi’s eyes fluttered open, his dark orbs focusing with some effort. “Neji…”



“We think he’s your mate. I need to know his last name so I can find him.” Sasuke stepped to the bedside.



Itachi’s normally sharp mind felt drugged. Each time he attempted to focus on his mother and brother, he seemed to fade back into oblivion only to be pulled into focus once more. Whatever his mother had done to him was working wonders. They wanted to know Neji’s name…so he could be brought to him. His body thrummed alive with excitement. Neji. Neji. His mind played the name around though the haze, savoring the memory of pale eyes clouded with pleasure. What was Neji’s name? It was on the tip of his tongue.



Closing his eyes, he murmured low before drifting back under. “Hyuuga.”



Sasuke rolled his eyes heavenly. “Oh jeez…it’s a Hyuuga. Figures Itachi would be difficult.”



~*~



Neji collapsed in his office chair. He was exhausted both mentally and physically. Rebuilding the company took more out of him than it should have--especially with Hinata attempting set him up with friends or friends of friends. Add in the fact he wasn’t sleeping worth a shit and he was beginning to look more than a little ragged.



“Neji? You look tired.” Her sweet voice did nothing to raise his foul mood.



“Just working later hours.” It was partially true. He was working late but only because he couldn’t sleep. Every time he logged onto the company website, he was graced with what he knew was a product of Itachi Uchiha’s work which in turn caused his mind to drift to places he didn’t want to go. Thoughts of the man were quick to fill it and slow to leave.



“Neji…we are beginning to stabilize. The new website has brought in a significant amount of business. We were wise to hire Mr. Uchiha. You should take a few days off and rest.” She smiled shyly at him.



“I need to work, Hinata. I think I would go crazy if I couldn’t. I’ve had a bit of trouble with insomnia lately.” That was an understatement. He was lucky if he slept two or three hours a night and it showed in the dark smudges beneath his eyes.



“But…”



Neji shook his head. He couldn’t let her talk him into taking time off. He was so worked up over the website designer, he could barely stand to be in his apartment. His personal promise not to masturbate had been a failed attempt at control. Whatever it was about Itachi Uchiha, his mind and body were fixated on him. He’d had to replace the batteries in his vibrator twice in the last week. When he wasn’t working at home, he was shoving the thing up his ass. It was embarrassing--not so much the using of a sex toy but having to use it two or three times a day only to find no satisfying relief from it.



Knowing he wasn’t going to get anything completed tonight, he failed at a smile to his cousin. Perhaps he would take the rest of the night to relax. He’d been putting in a lot of over time these last few weeks. He could use a night to himself. “I think I will go home early. You shouldn’t stay late either. Gaara wouldn’t want you getting sick before the wedding.”



Hinata blushed prettily. “Gaara understands how important the company is to me. He makes sure I’m completely healthy before he allows me walk out the door each morning.”



Neji snorted. Gaara didn’t give too shits about the company but it was obvious he doted on Hinata. He didn’t want to think about what would have happened had Gaara not stepped in to help in their darkest hour. He owned Subaku Synthetics. His company was the reason Hyuuga didn’t go under after Orochimaru bankrupted them. An influx of capital from Subaku had kept Hyuuga afloat while they sought to gain footing once more. If current trends continued to rise, they would be on solid footing and be capable of repaying the loan, with interest.



“I’m sure he does.” Neji patted his cousin on the shoulder. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”



Hinata waved as Neji left his office. He loved her but was grateful to get away from her meddling. The drive to his apartment had the tension rising considerably in his body. His memory played the events of a week past. He could smell the sweat, sex, and faint odor of cinnamon or some similar spice that seemed to follow Uchiha where ever he went. He sighed dejectedly as he parked his car. It would be another night with the vibrator.



The temptation to return to the high rise apartment where he knew he would find a indubitably sexy man was almost too much to bear. The need was getting worse the longer that time passed. He’d resigned himself to his fate when a hand clasped over his mouth.



Panic ensued, causing him to struggle in desperation. If he could break free, he could claw his assaulter’s eyes with his key. Grunting under the strain, he attempted to free himself from the iron like grip.



“Be still!” A voice hissed in his ear, causing him to freeze where he stood. “Itachi’s sick because of you. I’m going to take you to him or he will die. If he dies, I will kill you myself.”



Uchiha? The last time he’d seen him had been nearly a week ago. He’d been amazingly fit at that point in time. The hand loosened from his lips, freeing him to speak. “I haven’t done anything to Uchiha.”



“Maybe not intentionally…but he’s suffering because of you. Trust me, you don’t want to fight me on this. When my brother’s life is on the line, I can be a very vicious man,” the dark voice promised.



“I haven’t done anything to Itachi Uchiha!” he yelled. He might deny it, but his heart was beginning to pound at the thought of seeing Itachi again. He’d been thinking about him in increasing frequency over the last week. He could swear Itachi’s scent was coating the man’s body. His skin practically sang as the hand pulled him towards a waiting car.



“This is kidnapping.” He jerked his arm futilely.



“I’m not going…” Neji freed his arm and spun, ready to race into his building once more when a hand on his shoulder halted him.



“Neji, boy do we have a lot of explaining to do on the drive to Itachi’s apartment.” A blond man grinned with a feline gleam in his eye. “In the car, after you see Itachi if you want to leave, no one will stop you.”



Sighing in defeat, he glared at the two men before sliding into the car--followed by the two kidnappers. Tonight had certainly taken a turn for the bizarre, going from bad to terrible in the blink of an eye. The fates certainly had it out for him today. He sighed, leaning his head to the seat.



“Now, Neji…time for a lessen in the birds and the incubi…” The blond’s teeth gleamed in feral glee. The driver only rolled his eyes, keeping them on the road.



“The what?”



Naruto snickered. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”



To be continued.