The Agoraphobic Incubus

I don’t own Naruto



AN: Yes, you pervs, this is the chapter you have been waiting for. I don't know if this is the longest sex I've ever written but there are 8ish pages of it so enjoy. One more chapter to go. Thanks for reading and I love you guys. Read over by Guukan.



The Agoraphobic Incubus



Chapter Four



Neji stared wide eyed at the blond sitting next to him in the backseat of the SUV. “Excuse me?”



“What Naruto is trying to explain…and failing, is that by some fluke of nature, you and my brother are mated. He needs to fuck you so just be quiet and take it. I promise it will be mind blowing.” Dark eyes glanced over his shoulder to scowl at the two seated behind him.



“Sasuke…you are such a bastard.” Naruto lifted a hand to shove the back of the other’s head. “Don’t mind Sasuke. He’s in a pissed off mood since Itachi’s so sick.”



“Itachi’s sick?” Neji swallowed the lump having developed in his throat. “What’s wrong with him?”



“Let me explain it with a little more tact than my boyfriend here.” Naruto cracked his knuckles loudly. “There are creatures in this world that seem better suited for fantasy. One such creature is the incubus. Everyone has sexual energy. If someone tells you they are asexual…they are fucking lying. Humans create and circulate their energy just like their blood. When a human orgasms, the energy is expended and more created. You following me?”



“No.” Neji scowled, not even wanting to know where this completely off the wall conversation was going.



“Good. Anyway, incubi and succubae are different. They produce copious amounts of sexual energy but can’t circulate it. It builds up in their body and they get sick if they don’t release it. Humans can jerk off and release their pent up energy but incubi and succubae can’t.” Naruto took a breath in his rushed explanation before continuing. “A incubus needs to be inside another person to get off. His dick has to be inside a cunt, ass, or mouth to get off. Like me and Sasuke, sometimes I want to top but I can pound in him for a month and he would never get off so I usually come then suck him off.”



“Naruto…” Sasuke growled warningly from his position behind the wheel.



“Bastard…” Naruto sniffed. “An incubus’s energy begins to stagnant if they don’t exchange it with a human or incubus. That’s when their more…interesting characteristics come out…and it’s the fucking best sex you’ve ever had.”



Sasuke’s growl became a purr as Naruto’s fingers reached forward to stroke his ears. “Sasuke’s ears are hella sensitive.”



The car swerved a little causing Naruto flail back in his seat. “Naruto, don’t touch me or I’m going to stop this car and fuck you.”



“You say the sweetest things, bastard,” Naruto chuckled.



“I find your fantasy world very fascinating, but what does this have to do with me or Itachi for that matter?” Neji rolled his eyes at the banter between the two.



“I’m getting to that.” Naruto pouted for a moment, glaring at Neji. “Here’s the part I just found out about so bear with me. It’s new to me, too. Incubi sometimes find a person who they are particularly compatible with. Usually, it takes fucking or some sort of sexual contact for them to bond themselves to another. When they do, they can’t get off with anyone but that person. If they don’t have sex, their body builds up the sexual energy and they go pretty crazy. After a while, if their mate doesn’t come…they die.”



Neji glanced at Naruto, whose voice had dropped the playful tone in favor of a more serious one. “I’m still not following you.”



“Itachi mated himself to you. He hasn’t orgasmed in…” Naruto scratched his cheek.



Sasuke slammed his foot on the break, causing both passengers to be slung forward. He turned in his seat to glare at the two. “A week. My brother hasn’t orgasmed in a fucking week. Do you realize what that does to us? We need to orgasm. I’ve never gone more than two days without it. I can’t imagine what he’s going through. So you’re going to go to him, let him fuck you until you are cross-eyed and then I won’t have to worry about him.”



Neji stared into the intense eyes. His eyes were a lot like Itachi’s--beautiful dark irises outlined with long thick lashes any woman would be jealous of. Blinking a few times to clear his head, he shook his head. “You are both crazy. If he needs to get off, go pick up a prostitute and leave me alone.”



“Weren’t you listening to a thing? He can only come in you. He’s been rewired. Only your ass or mouth can get him off. You’re his mate. That’s forever. We’re close. Can’t you smell him calling to you?” Sasuke rolled down every window in the car. Almost instantly, the thick scent of cinnamon rushed into his nostrils. It wasn’t cinnamon precisely but it reminded him of it. It was also the scent he associated with Itachi and that alone had him growing hard in his pants--very hard. He was so hard, if Sasuke and Naruto hadn’t been in the car with him, he would be pulled over to the side of the road masturbating. He was tempted to do so even with them watching.



“Hn. There is no doubt now,” Sasuke chuckled darkly. “I can smell his lust.”



Naruto glanced over Neji, leaning in to sniff him. “Really? What’s it smell like?”



“Idiot.” Sasuke rolled his eyes, flooring the gas once more.



“I was just curious,” Naruto grumbled. “So…Neji. Any questions?”



Neji closed his eyes, trying to focus on something other than how tight his trousers were or how each bump in the road had his hips bucking upward to bring friction to his raging erection. “Can you take me home?”



“Err…well we can’t do that but if it hurts that bad I can jerk you off or something,” Naruto offered with a smile.



“Touch him and you’ll regret it,” growled Sasuke from the front. The vehicle began a decided increase in speed. “We’re almost there. Itachi will likely go feral if he smells too much of you on him.”



Naruto glanced at Neji‘s tight, sweating face. “There are benefits to it. Exchanging energy with them makes you live longer…like if you do it regularly--which you two will be doing as you are his sole source of release. I think it‘s probably a survival thing with mates. In fact, your aging will come to nearly a standstill…or so Sasuke tells me. I‘ve only known Sasuke a couple of years, so I can‘t really tell a difference.”



“So that’s the secret of long life, let some incubus rape me.” Neji scoffed, knowing full well it wouldn’t be rape. If he got any closer to the origins of the thick spicy scent permeating the air, he would likely strip and beg to be raped.



“Can’t rape the willing,” Naruto snickered.



“Shut up, moron. Don’t get him started. The last thing I want to do is explain to Itachi…and Mother, why Neji Hyuuga killed you before escaping.” Sasuke turned the vehicle, pulling into the parking garage adjacent to the tall high-rise apartments where Itachi lived. “Naruto, you stay here.”



“But…”



“No buts…I’m not having you anywhere near Itachi, just to be safe. I won’t stay longer than to drop off the package.” Sasuke jerked open Neji’s door.



Neji was a bit offended at being referred to as a package. He was about to snarl a particularly angry retort when he was tugged from the vehicle. He attempted to stand without much success, finding the muscles in his legs had turned to nothing but jelly. He latched his arms around Sasuke, attempting to keep upright as the air seemed to grow even thicker with the scent of cinnamon. He moaned in pleasure, rubbing against Sasuke‘s thigh. “Oh God…”



“Fuck…” Sasuke growled, slipping an arm around Neji’s waist to keep him standing. “I’ll be right back.”



“Don’t do nothing I wouldn’t do, Neji!” yelled Naruto as the two headed towards the entrance.



Neji tried to help but found himself barely aware of his surroundings as the air continued to become thicker with the intoxicating scent. His entire being seemed centered around his cock, which was a rare event in his case. Until recently, he’d been a bit more conservative with his sexual practices, keeping the number of his lovers to a minimum. Groaning, he prayed for the sweet pain to end. The urge to reach down and rub himself was nearly unstoppable. He could feel his heart pulse between his legs as he stumbled against Sasuke. His knees continued to wobble with each step taking him closer to Itachi.



The rational parts of his mind attempted to return him to his normal, intelligent self. The horny part of him told his rational part to go fuck itself. Neji had never been so torn. His body was being pulled towards the apex of the spice scented storm. His mind continued to balk unsuccessfully as Sasuke practically dragged him towards the elevator.



“You’re heavier than you look.” Sasuke pressed the button that would send them to the penthouse, a particularly evident highly suffered look gracing his face.



Neji couldn’t answer. His voice seemed to have left him. He was growing more and more aroused with every passing moment. A groan was the only sound he could produce, pressing his face into the silvery interior of the elevator to cool his flushed cheeks. Was he feverish? He couldn’t even stand on his own without leaning against the metal wall for support.



The fever continued to wash through his body like wildfire. He could hear his pulse pounding in his ears. He could feel it throbbing in his crotch. He was unable to do more than lean desperately against the wall, praying for his suffering to end. One whiff of the intoxicating spice and he’d been converted into practically a mindless sex starved fiend. If he’d thought he was suffering the week before, he was doubly so now. “What’s happening to me?”



“Your body is being overdosed with a very potent pheromone created for your biological make up. Fuck…if this is how the pheromone affects all mates, I fail to see the point of it. You can barely stand. I find it hard to believe you would have ever made it here on your own even if you had wanted to.” Sasuke sent a look of pity towards Neji. He scooped him from the wall and tossed him over his shoulder as the doors opened.



Neji groaned as his body rubbed against Sasuke’s. He wasn’t the least bit attracted to him but his body provided some friction to his aching erection. He rubbed his cheek across the soft material covering Sasuke’s back, savoring the texture. His eyes lost focus in favor of the rampant sensations rolling through his body.



“Mother!” Sasuke called out, breathing a sigh of relief when his mother exited the bedroom.



“You found him? You sure this is the one?” She asked pushing aside Neji’s long curtain of hair to reveal his previously hidden face. “He’s attractive enough.”



“I doubt this has anything to do with physical attraction. It’s him, he was practically humping the elevator on the ride up. And me for that matter.” Sasuke turned to face his mother. “Do I just toss him in the bedroom? Is Itachi going to be strong enough to do anything? This one is practically out of it. Hell, I’m getting antsy just being here. I have a feeling I’m going to be riding Naruto hard tonight.”



“I’m sure Itachi will have enough strength to do what he needs to. He rallied a bit when I helped circulate his energy. We can stay around if you like to make sure,” Mikoto teased as she walked towards the bedroom--her hand pausing on the door.



Sasuke‘s face wrinkled in distress. “God no…I don’t think my heart could take it.”



“We shouldn’t linger in the room. He’s likely to not like you holding Neji, even if it’s only to bring him into the room,” she warned, slowly pushing open the door.



Neji groaned as the door was opened. If he’d thought the thick cinnamon scented air was powerful as they’d entered the apartment, he was in no way prepared for the wave hitting him as the bedroom door was pushed open. He pressed his hips against Sasuke’s chest as best he could from his precarious position over the other’s shoulder. The motion provided little relief, instead only pushing his lust higher.



“Fuck…” Sasuke stumbling backward as Neji squirmed desperately in his grip.



“Put him on the bed.” Mikoto instructed as she knocked quietly on the bathroom door. “Itachi…come out.”



The bathroom door creaked open to reveal a naked Itachi leaning heavily against the door, his eyes a perpetual red in his need. “Mother…I’m…” he began, trailing off as his eyes landed on where Neji was grinding against his brother’s hips.



The aura in the room darkened several degrees and a low menacing growl erupted from Itachi’s chest. Sasuke glanced up to see his brother’s features gradually transforming. The scent of fear poured from Sasuke at the malice in his brother‘s gaze. “Itachi…I haven’t touched him…”



“He’s mine!” Itachi snarled, barreling across the room to fling his brother into a nearby wall. An indention formed in the wall from the force of Sasuke’s body connecting with the blue colored plaster.



“Sasuke!” Mikoto raced to where her younger son lay crumpled. “We need to get you out of here. He’s not in his right mind. He needs to work out his aggression.”



“No, shit.“ Sasuke staggered to his feet with the aid of his mother. “Is it safe to leave Hyuuga here? Will Itachi be able to restrain himself so not to kill him?”



“They’ll be fine, but you won’t be if you hang around here.” Mikoto eyed her elder son who’s gaze had yet to leave Sasuke. If Sasuke wasn’t removed quickly, Itachi would attack again.



“You owe me for this Itachi!” yelled Sasuke as his mother tugged him from the room.



~*~



The malicious aura covering the room dissipated as quickly as it formed once Itachi’s eyes drifted to where Neji squirmed on the sheets, lust rolling off of him in waves. Hips lifted to thrust into the air, seeking any kind of friction. What little of Itachi’s mind not overwhelmed with the urge to rut on the body before him admired the form sprawled out as a sexual offering. The instant his eyes had locked on Neji as he’d attempted to grind against Sasuke, an burst of anger had washed through him. The thought of Sasuke taking what was his took precedence over his common sense. The animal in him had been fully prepared to kill Sasuke. If he had stayed much longer, there was a possibility he would have.



With the threat gone, a small portion of his sanity returned--a very small part. Now his entire being was focused on the undulating form on his bed. His fingers traced over the aristocratic features of Neji Hyuuga, unable to believe he was in his bed. Neji lifted his face into the touch like a cat wanting to be stroked. The motion sent a fresh wave of fire racing through him.



His hands shook as he lifted Neji to slide his suit jacket from his shoulders. He could feel the muscles tensing and relaxing beneath his fingers. His body screamed for him to take him now, to complete the exchange and relieve the pressure. It was a strenuous fight for control. He refused to rape another person, even if his existence depended on it.



“Neji…” Itachi hissed as the other’s hands latched onto his forearms, tugging him forward. His hips pressed hard against the obvious erection tenting Neji’s pants. The panting breaths against his throat were almost too much when accompanied by the upward grinding hips.



“Neji…look at me…” Itachi burrowed his hand into the thick tresses of dark hair, forcing Neji’s lust hazed eyes to stare into his own. “Are you sure…if you don’t want to stay…I’ll find a way to let you go.”



Neji blinked for a moment. It was obvious he was trying to process the words through the sexual fog. “It’s…okay…I don’t think I could leave.”



Itachi growled low in his throat. It was the acknowledgement he needed. Neji may not be completely willing, but he was at least acknowledging he possessed a desire to be relieved of a similar building need. It was consensual and Itachi could resist him no longer knowing that.



His hand tightened in the hair, forcing Neji’s neck into a high arch to reveal the pale stretch of skin above his shirt. The more primal part of his mind looked on the skin with a gleam of possession--knowing he would mark the smooth neck. Mine, was all he could think of as ran his tongue along the unblemished column.



His fingers loosened the tie, whipping it from Neji’s neck before tearing open the shirt. Buttons popped, pattering on the hardwood floor. His hand slipped beneath the white undershirt to splay across a tone abdomen. The warm of skin called to him. To touch. To taste. He was unable to deny the need in his mate. His teeth closed over a bit of skin, sucking it hard--marking his mate.



“Ah!” Neji arched high on the bed. The sight was so erotic, Itachi was sure if he’d been biologically able, he would have come in his pants watching the motion.



He pushed the shirt up to lower his lips to the smooth abdomen--nibbling at the soft, nearly hairless skin. Small tufts of hair swirled around Neji’s navel and nipples, leaving the remainder of his chest beautifully hairless.



He sat back to admire the body spread out before him. His eyes traced the curves and planes created by muscle. Only Neji’s pleading moan drew him back into himself.



“What do you need?” Neji’s beautiful eyes closed, his hips shifting upward to bring attention to where a dark stain was forming in the crotch of his pants.



“Ah?“ Itachi knew what he needed. The pheromone was too much for him. His hand pressed against the hardness, rubbing almost harshly against the firmness still hidden beneath trousers. He had enough mind that he could give his soon to be lover some temporary relief from the heat before taking him.



The body arching beneath him was so amazingly beautiful. His inky hair spilling out beneath him in almost feminine grace, but his hair was the limit of his feminine characteristics. His features were strong and his shoulders, while not overly broad, were large enough no one would ever think to accuse him of being a woman.



Itachi unbuckled the belt and released the zipper. Neji’s sigh of relief brought a marked smirk to his face. Neji was quite large. Not obscenely so, but enough that he would feel nice inside him. Perhaps after his needs had been satisfied, he would let Neji take him. His own lust increased at the mental image. It had been a while since he’d been the penetrated.



Running his fingers along Neji’s flanks, he smirked as the squirming hips began a dance of desperation. “Shh…I know what you need.”



Deciding to ease the likely desperate need in his partner, he lowered his lips. Carefully--knowing the overwhelming sensitivity that was likely flowing through Neji--he brushed his lips along the damp head of the flaming red erection. Neji’s back bowed off the bed and he released a half scream-half moan.



Itachi smirked, wrapping his palm around shaft as he enveloped the tip in his warm mouth. The motion could only be vaguely described as a blowjob. The result of Itachi’s lips surrounding the throbbing head was Neji coming almost instantly into his mouth. Itachi’s hand reached to squeeze the tightly drawn balls, extending the orgasm even more until Neji collapsed limp on the bed.



The slight pulse of fresh energy into him was mind blowing. It was no where near what he would experience once his body was lodged inside the other, but it was a taste of things to come floating on the edge of his senses. His body hardened even more painfully, the mark at the base of his spine throbbed with each beat of his heart. He wouldn’t have the strength to wait much longer. He needed released…badly.



“Forgive me for rushing, my body won’t wait much longer.” Itachi flipped Neji to his stomach to gain better access to the place he needed to be. He reached into the bedside, extracting a large bottle of lubricant he kept there. Running his finger along the bumps of Neji’s spine, his finger followed to the crease where his eyes widened before growing angry. The pink hole was slightly stretched and reddened with obvious regular use. The more primal parts of his mind roared at the image of his mate being taken by another.



His fingers plunged unlubricated inside the loosened flesh, wanting to punish his mate for his infidelity while the more sane part of his mind knew he was wrong to blame him. Neji couldn’t have known how the thought of another man being with him would affect Itachi. It didn’t stop the thrill of pleasure to rush through him as Neji pressed back desperately on the two fingers pressed inside him. He internally roared a promise to wipe every memory of other men from Neji’s memory.



“Yes!” Neji moaned, his fingers gripping desperately at the sheets. It was the first word Neji had spoken since arriving and it sent rivers of pleasure shooting through Itachi.



Any anger faded at the sight of the long black hair flowing over pale shoulders like dark water. Unable to resist the call of the pink tinged skin, he lower his lips to suckle at the puckered exterior. Neji was now actively on his hands and knees, pressing desperately into the lips and tongue.



He tasted good--clean. He didn’t taste like another man. He tasted like Neji. Purring in satisfaction, Itachi thrust his tongue inward as far as he could reach, his fingers continuing to plunge in and out--spreading the flesh for his tongue.



“Please!”



Itachi groaned, running his tongue over the saliva moistened entrance before pulling back. It was tempting to simply press inside the quivering hole. He wanted to mark his mate. He wanted his mate to know who was taking him.



“Neji…” Itachi forced Neji’s head to face him, smashing their lips together in a thought destroying kiss. “You’re mine. If anyone touches you, I’ll kill them.”



His eyes deepened in color, showing the intensity of his promise. He would kill any who touched Neji--man or woman. He could never hurt Neji but anyone who sought to take him from him would be rended asunder.



Neji broke the kiss, gasping for breath. His lips glistened in the dim lamplight as his breath panted out and his beautiful eyes gleamed pearly beneath long sooty lashes. There was no point in waiting. He couldn’t wait. He had to take what he’d been denied. He felt like an animal, ravishing his mate.



He barely had the mind to coat himself with lubricant before plunging inside with little preamble and even less finesse. He couldn’t go slow. He was too desperate. His mind was unable to focus on anything but his impending orgasm. His nails ripped furrows into Neji’s flanks as his hips plunged forward in barely controlled motions. The scent of blood combined with heady lust. “I’m…sorry…”



He couldn’t stop the pleasure gushing through him. Genma, Haku, or the thousands of other bed partners in no way compared to the feeling Neji gave him. His body was being drawn up to heights he’d never experienced before. This animalistic merging of bodies pushed him beyond what he’d known before, two mates coming together in heated lust.



He clenched his eyes closed, trying to deprive himself of sight in order to retain some semblance of control. Neji bucked wildly beneath him. It was the effect of the pheromone his body was pouring out. It was in his saliva--in his precum. Neji was being flooded with it and Itachi was unable to do anything more than hiss out his pleasure as the other’s body clenched desperately around him.



“Ah…I’m…” Itachi’s body went rigid. His energy spiraled into Neji as Neji’s fresh energy shot into him. The build up was similar to a bullet being fired from a gun. He screamed as the pleasure bordered on pain. His hips jerked roughly into Neji, pushing as deep as he could. His cum spurted thickly, coating Neji’s insides.



Neji’s body jerked, cum spurting onto the sheets beneath him. To anyone else, it would have been embarrassing. Both had been coming almost embarrassingly fast. Itachi understood. His body was too starved to simply savor and his pheromones continued to be released into the air around them. Neji would be as hard-pressed as him to last longer than a few minutes.



Even now, he had very little contentment from the release. Despite the release, his erection maintained its hardened form. He’d waited too long and was now paying the price. He would need to cum at least three or four more times before he would have any sort of permanent relief.



He flipped Neji to his back, neither caring about cum and sweat soaked sheets. “Itachi…” Neji gasped just before lips covered his again. He needed to savor Neji. He needed his taste permanently ingrained on his tongue. He wouldn’t be satisfied until he devoured every inch of him.



“Forgive me. I need you.” Itachi purred, pushing one leg onto his shoulder before sliding his still hard cock inside Neji once more.



“Ah!” Neji arched as he was filled to the brim. This time, Itachi held enough control to make it last. His hips rocked in a much easier pace rather than rapidly pounding. Each inward thrust had Neji groaning, his own erection never having completely deflated thanks to the pheromones being pumped into his body. Neji’s body clenched tightly around him each time his prostate was stroked.



“Yes…” Itachi pulled the hips closer, arching his back at the warmth surrounding his cock. He knew it was pleasure and pain for both of them. He couldn’t stop. Even should his life depend on it, he couldn’t stop. He needed this. It was more than sexual release now. It was more than the sharing of energy. It was a deeper connection.



Neji’s arms grasped at Itachi’s hips, pulling him deeper. Itachi groaned, his mark aching. Neji’s hands were so close to it. Taking one of Neji’s hands, he pressed the fingers over the mark. A shockwave pulsed through him at the touch.



“Ah…there!” His body jerked hard into Neji, pounding his prostate. The touch of Neji’s fingers on his mark was too much, sending him over the edge. His mind blanked out as his semen filled Neji once more. Neji’s squirming brought him back into reality.



Running his finger over the red head of Neji’s cock, he smirked as thick liquid dribbled from the tip. Dipping the tip of his finger in the small opening, he began to gently grind down. Neji’s hips jolted from the bed, cum immediately spitting from the tip to splatter over his body. Itachi’s fingers drew in the mess spread across the pale chest.



His eyes never left Neji’s hooded ones as he lifted his fingers to his lips, sucking the cooling cum from the digits. His eyes narrowed at the thin taste. “You taste so good, Neji. You’ve been cumming a lot recently, haven’t you?”



A flush of embarrassment spread to replace the flush of orgasm. “If you’re done, I’m leaving.”



Neji gasped as he rolled to his feet, stumbling against the wall. Itachi’s body was pressed into his a moment later, forcing him against the wall. Lips played along the shell of his ear as a hand encircled his flaccid shaft.



“Who was he?” Itachi purred into the ear, his fingers stroking along the flesh. He knew it was probably painful to stroke so soon after orgasm yet his fingers continued to play along the soft skin--stroking the damp head.



“S-Stop…” Neji groaned, pressing his face into the wall.



“Tell me who took you.” He was determined to get his answers. Itachi shoved Neji’s body harder against the wall, his hands continuing their stroking of the lengthening erection.



“No one…ah!” Neji’s body shuddered, now once again hard. Itachi smirked at the slightly masochistic tendencies of his mate. It would make things more interesting in the future.



“You’re lying…You were red and stretched here. Who took you?” Itachi bit down on an unmarked shoulder with enough force to draw blood.



“No one…toy…vibrator.” Neji began pushing back towards him in desperation. “I needed something inside me.”



Itachi’s eye’s widened slightly as the words were digested. A toy? Neji had fucked himself raw with a toy? His fingers lowered to press into the loosened hole. He pushed them in and out with shallow pumps, tormenting Neji. “How often?”



“I don’t…know…” Neji moaned, pushing backwards into the shallow touch, obviously begging for a deeper filling.



“Once? Twice? Thrice?” Itachi whispered into his ear, his fingers going deep to tease just the edge of his prostate.



“Three or four times a day!” Neji bucked hard against him. It was Itachi’s turn to groan with mental image of Neji fucking himself on a sex toy.



“I would like to see that.” Itachi purred, pulling Neji’s hips back as he pushed inside once more. Seed and lube residue eased his entrance. “You’re so tight around me.”



Neji garbled a bit of nonsense, arching onto the shaft penetrating him. Itachi nibbled along the pale column of neck, pushing the thick curtain of hair aside. “Would you like to cum inside me? It’s been a long time since I allowed someone to take me. I can’t release but the feeling is very enjoyable.”



Neji clenched tightly around him, showing his own interest in the suggestive words. The pale body before him jerked wildly. Neji was so wrung out, only a small spurt of cum was released. Itachi chuckled, jerking the dark hair to arch Neji’s neck even further before withdrawing from the tight body. Neji slumped against the wall, having trouble even standing on his own.



“Come with me.” Itachi tugged the slender wrist, drawing Neji into the bathroom. It took only a matter of minutes to fill the large tub with water and ease the pale body into the water.



Neji hissed as the warm water touched his tender backside. Itachi clucked lowly before slipping in the tub as well, his thighs straddling Neji’s legs. As he ran a soap laden cloth over his chest, he caught a gleam in pale eyes.



Being the sexual creature he was, Itachi wasn’t above teasing his lover. It had been a while since sexual encounters had been interesting enough to bother with anything more than generic pumping and fast orgasms. His lips twisted upward in a smirk as he tossed his hair over a shoulder. He was aroused. The healthy sexual energy was being absorbed throughout his system.



He took Neji’s hands, lifting them trace over his nipples. It was immensely arousing to watch Neji’s breath hitch as his palms drifted lower towards the blood filled erection. “Touch me.”



Neji’s shaft jerked against him, growing larger and pressing into the crease between his buttocks. Any normal human would be hard pressed to service him without the aid of the natural pheromone he excreted. Neji’s response was partially lust and partially chemical.



Reaching between their bodies, Itachi rubbed the shaft. His hands drifted over the smooth skin, tracing the thick veins towards the tip where his thumb circled the mushroomed head. It was intoxicating to taste Neji’s lust on the air. The subtle scent was more delicious than the most expertly prepared meal. He leaned in to nip at the damp lower lip, sucking the flesh between his teeth.



“Still hungry?” Itachi purred, lifting slightly to position himself over Neji’s erection. It stung a bit as he sunk down on the shaft. It had been a while but incubi were built sturdier than humans. His body gave way as he sunk down until he was fully seated. He was sure he’d never had a man as large as Neji inside him.



The muscles in his neck lost their strength at the feeling of being so full. He wished he could cum from the feeling of Neji inside him. “I can feel you inside me…”



Neji seemed to swell even larger, making Itachi moan and roll his hips. Pale eyes drifted shut and long fingers grappled at the sides of the tub. “Itachi…”



Unlike before, it wasn’t rushed. Itachi could feel the build up in his body. His lust was growing out of control--bleeding into Neji who’s hips began lift in response. He felt Neji holding back, refusing to topple over the precipice. It was obvious he wanted Itachi to come before him. Sadly, it would be an impossible feat. Itachi rocked against him, gripping the long damp hair. He purred at the feel of his prostate being prodded almost incessantly. His lips turned upward in a smirk as words rumbled from his chest. “Cum inside me.”



“Fuck!” The body beneath him arched, splashing water over the tub. Neji’s face buried itself in Itachi’s neck, his body shuddering against him.



“Was it that good?” he purred, stroking his hands through long wet locks.



“You didn’t come?”



“Though I might wish I could, I can’t come from penetration. It doesn’t work that way for males of my kind.” Itachi began washing their bodies, his own body aching still. One more orgasm should satisfy him.



“Naruto said something about that…” Neji blushed, whimpering a little as Itachi drew the cloth over his anus.



“Sore?”



“A little.” Neji shifted uncomfortably as Itachi finished washing them both.



Itachi drew Neji to his feet, kissing him as he dried their bodies. “I need another orgasm.”



Neji paled. “I can’t…”



“I know. Would you take me in your mouth. I need to be inside you.” Itachi practically groaned as understanding washed over Neji’s face.



His cock jumped expectantly as pale eyes drifted towards it before Neji fell to his knees. His hands lifted to encircle the base and his lips brushed the tip similar to how Itachi had earlier.



“Hurry.” Itachi leaned against the wall, warmth engulfed him in almost painful heat. A talented tongue swirled around the tip, stabbing into the slit in rhythmic torture. He felt Neji’s pleasure rise despite his lack of arousal. There was only so far his pheromones could push a human body and Neji had reached his limit. That didn’t stop the exchange. Neji’s energy swirled with his own, forcing his orgasm to break hard and fast. His seed pumped with a hard gush into Neji’s mouth, their energies mixing before separating.



Contentment washed over him in a way he’d never had before. Where once sex had been a chore…a means to an end, now it was a pleasure once again. The heat of need cleared for a moment. His body--now content--barely made it to the bed before collapse in exhaustion, Neji wrapped safely in his arms.



~*~



The first thing Neji realized upon awakening was the pounding headache. The second was that he’d never felt this good in his entire life. His ass was more sore than it had ever been and he’d never felt more alive.



Warm arms wrapped around him drew his attention outward and realization hit him with the force of a mack truck. He’d allowed himself to be fucked senseless. He’d given in to a man…no, not a man. Itachi was an incubus. He lived for sex with other people. Neji didn’t want to believe what Naruto and Sasuke had told him but he couldn’t deny he had been intoxicated by the presence of Itachi.



Rubbing his temples, he inched from the bed. He needed to think. He didn’t want to believe his choice had been taken from him by biology. Itachi was beautiful, gorgeous even. He was well spoken, intelligent, and wealthy. Anyone would be happy with this but he couldn’t push aside the niggling doubt. It was hard enough to wrap his mind around the truth of Itachi’s existence, now he had to accept he was mated to him. He didn’t even know him other than what he’d gleaned in their few meetings. Extraordinary sex did not count. He’d always thought there would be more of an emotional connection with the man he finally settled down with. It hurt to think all he would have with Itachi was sex. Would he be someone who was called every few days to relieve the need? This must be like what people forced into arranged marriages felt.



Limping from the bed, he dressed as best he could. Thankfully, his wallet was still in his pants. He needed to get away from him to think. He couldn’t think around Itachi. He had to leave. He had to think. He glanced towards the sleeping form on the bed before closing the bedroom door with a quiet snap.



To be continued.