The Agoraphobic Incubus

I don’t own Naruto



A/N: Well, here's the final chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed this little bit of fun. Drop me a note and tell me what you thought of this story. Commissioned by: annieme



Warnings: cursing, supernatural, fluff, drama, sexual situations



The Agoraphobic Incubus



Chapter Five



Clattering in the kitchen drew Itachi from what was probably the best sleep he’d had in years. His body continued to hum with the fresh energy of his mate--all the previous energy was forced from him to be replaced by Neji‘s exclusive energy. Tingles continued to spiral around the tattoo at the base of his spine as he stretched like a contented cat on the bed. The room reeked of mating sex, heavy still with his thick pheromone and Neji’s own essence. He could practically taste remnants of the previous night’s lust, stirring a new desire to rediscover the secrets of his mate’s body. His physical urgency might have been sated, but his lust for Neji’s body had been awakened and had nothing to do with replacing sexual energy.



Rolling from the bed, he scanned the room; noting the stained and rumpled sheets, scratch marks on the wall, and the dent he’d created from practically tossing Sasuke through his bedroom wall. His more primal instincts prevented him from feeling even the least bit of shame from his treatment of his brother. Sasuke should have known how dangerous Itachi would become in the mating rage. All he need do was imagine another male taking Naruto before his eyes to experience a taste of it.



Any mild feelings of repentance left as his thoughts turned towards his lover. Neji practically senseless with the pull of the heat was a sight to behold. He couldn’t stop the smirk of satisfaction creeping across his face at the memory of Neji, hot and desirable beneath him.



Popping his joints, Itachi arched a brow at the bedroom door. He was surprised his mate even had the energy to go into the kitchen to cook after the previous night’s events. If he was well enough to move loudly about the kitchen, he was well enough for a more sensual breakfast. A morning romp in the kitchen was in order. Before the end of the day, he planned to take his mate in every room in the apartment--to saturate every surface with his and Neji’s combined scent.



Not bothering to slip on his bathrobe, Itachi crept nude from the bedroom and into the kitchen. The tight jean clad ass sticking out of his refrigerator was too tempting to resist. Smirking, he cupped the firm globes as he pressed his erection against the clothed ass. It never occurred to him in his lust clouded mind that Neji had not been wearing jeans when he’d come the previous night.



The head shoved in the fridge snapped upward, banging on the edge of the door with a yelp. Itachi’s own dismay had him releasing the firm flesh as if it was contaminated with the plague as a head of messy blond hair was revealed.



“Ouch, damn it!” Naruto whined, rubbing his head with one hand. “Did you have to surprise me like that?”



“What are you doing here?” Itachi asked, his eyes scanning the area for Neji.



“Waiting for you and Neji to wake up. I was gonna make sandwiches. Sasuke has cleared me for sandwich making as long as I don‘t go near any knives.” Naruto’s eyes lowered after the statement, scanning Itachi’s body with his eyes. “Damn. You Uchiha are built fine.”



Itachi scowled, storming towards his bedroom. He practically tore his bedroom apart, realizing with dread Neji wasn’t there. If Naruto had assumed he was still in the bedroom then he’d probably left the apartment before Naruto arrived.



Practically ripping his bathroom door from the hinges, he stormed towards the shower. His previous feelings of contentment had fled, leaving him with an emotion he could only describe as royally pissed off. He couldn’t remember ever being this annoyed. His mate had left without a word, stating nonverbally he didn’t want to be there.



Itachi’s fist slammed against the tile wall as water poured over his body. He could feel his lust stirring from the trace remains of Neji throughout the room. The steam from the shower only served to wash away the residual scent, making the more primal parts of him desire nothing more than to saturate the area once more.



He’d thought things would even out with the mating. His mate seemed to be as flighty as ever. He found it hard to believe he was going to be required to survive using only Neji’s energy. The cruel humor of the fates seemed particularly biting at the moment.



A knock on the door broke his musings. “Itachi?”



“What?” he snarled, not bothering to remove his head from the spray.



“Are you alright?”



Was he alright? His mate left him without a word or goodbye. His brother’s happy mate was in his apartment, practically rubbing in the fact he and Sasuke were happy and planned to spend their lives in happy coital bliss. No, he would say he wasn’t the least bit happy. To make matters worse, he didn’t want to leave the apartment. A trickle of fear rushed through him at the thought.



Before he’d secluded himself in the safety of his apartment, he’d been nearly assaulted daily by the amorous attentions of men and women. Sasuke had never been bothered by the overly sexual attention but Itachi had never taken to it. He used men and women for survival--only taking the most basic of pleasure from the act. His enjoyment was more physical than emotional. Even with Sakura, things had never been any more intense than with his previous lovers. In the end, he’d felt the need to lock himself away. The influx of lust became more than he wished to take on.



“Itachi?”



Was his mate worth the trouble? They barely knew anything of each other beyond names. His hand clenched against the tile. He didn’t care. Genetics had decided Neji was the prefect mate for him. If Neji felt the need to run, Itachi would give chase. Neji was his! He would take him back.



“Itachi!”



Shooting a scowl towards his bathroom door now in the process of being beaten in by Naruto, Itachi toweled off quickly and exited the bathroom. He chose to ignore the look of worry Naruto shot his way. He was determined to find his mate. For the first time in several years, he was going to leave the apartment. It had always been more than a home--it was his sanctuary, his place of refuge. If Neji knew his dilemma, would he have made the same choice of leaving…or perhaps he assumed the apartment would keep him from giving chase. Either way, he would not stand by. He would take Neji, with or without a fight.



“What’s going on, Itachi?” Naruto trailed behind him as he went about dressing.



“I’m going after Neji.” Itachi slid a thin, gray turtleneck shirt over his head, followed by black slacks.



“But…what about…you know?” Naruto was nibbling on his lips, obviously nervous.



“Some things are worth the risk…and fucking annoyance,” Itachi sighed heavily. “Neji won’t go unpunished.”



“Punished? What the hell kind of sex life do you two have?” Naruto’s face was flaming red, probably imagining all the sensual tortures Itachi would perform on Neji once they were reunited. He knew very well Naruto’s sex life was anything but vanilla. Sasuke was known for being quite adventurous.



“That, my dear Naruto, is none of your business. I don’t inquire about your sex life with my brother.” Itachi slid his feet into comfortable loafers.



Naruto pouted at the nondisclosure. “I tell you everything about our sex life.”



“What you volunteer is your problem. I simply don’t plan to relate my sex life to you and Sasuke.” Itachi paused at the door, turning to face Naruto. He leaned in to whisper in Naruto‘s ear, unable to resist a little mischief. “I do enjoy the tales of my little brother’s sexual deviance. I hope you don’t stop on my account.”



“You are a bastard,” Naruto growled, “I love it!”



Both men stood before the elevator, listening to the whirring sound as the elevator made it’s way towards the top floor. “Do you know where he is?”



“From what little I’ve gleaned of his personality, I would imagine he is in the office. He comes off as a bit of a workaholic.” Itachi swallowed as the doors slid open to reveal the shiny interior.



“You know, I can just go and bring him back. Sasuke got all the fun last time…Well, not all the fun. I did get to give him the talk.” Naruto grinned happily at the memory.



“If you explained things to him, I’m not surprised he ran out.” Itachi continued to stare at the elevator. He hadn’t been past its doors in years. His hands shook a little in a mixture of fear and excitement.



“Are you sure you want to do this, Itachi?” Naruto’s hand was warm against his shoulder. Did he want to do this? Was he sure? He couldn’t verbalize what he wanted. He simply knew he had to do this. If he allowed Neji to be ‘kidnapped’ again, it would most likely result in a similar outcome. Neji had to be shown Itachi wanted him for more than a hole to release his stagnated energy. Being men didn’t mean they were emotionless creatures. Society called for them to be cold and appear heartless. Itachi might come across as less than emotionally giving, but his self imposed solitude had left him a bit rusty when dealing with affairs of the heart.



Itachi closed his eyes and took a deep breath before stepping into the elevator. “I’m sure.”



“Do you know where he works?” Naruto joked in an attempt to lighten the tense mood encompassing the elevator’s interior.



“Yes,” was the terse response.



“Well…you know, you’ve been cooped up inside this building for like years. Things change. Just last week they tore down this ancient building and are building like some community gardens or something.” Naruto explained cheerfully as they stepped from the elevator, “And let’s not forget you don’t own a car.”



“I’m sure a taxi would know how to get to Hyuuga Enterprises.” Itachi paused at the doorman. “Call us a taxi please.”



The man blinked rapidly at Itachi. Naruto began snickering beneath his hand as annoyance flitted across Itachi’s aristocratic face. “Are you mute? I would like you to flag down a taxi.”



“You…you’re Itachi Uchiha! You live on the top floor…own the top floor.” The dumb look was replaced by one of awe.



“I can’t be the only wealthy man you’ve met in your line of work,” Itachi snapped, becoming even more annoyed.



“N-No sir! It’s just…we thought you might have been…you know, deformed…or scarred.” The doorman was beginning to sweat profusely.



“See Itachi…I told you they thought you were a rich hunchback or some shit.” Naruto wasn’t even trying to hide his mirth.



“I’ll deal with you later,” he snarled at Naruto before turning to the doorman, “I suggest you call a taxi or I will have you fired so fast, you won’t know what hit you.”



“Damn…you are scary.” Naruto snickered as the doorman visibly paled and raced outside to flag down the requested taxi.



“Shut up.” Itachi scowled as he stalked towards the waiting taxi.



Naruto shrugged, trotting along happily after his lover’s brother. Itachi ignored everything and focused his mind on finding Neji. He ordered the driver to deliver them to Hyuuga Enterprises main office.



“What are you going to say to him when you see him?” Naruto asked, arching a brow at how Itachi’s face seemed to pale the further they moved from the apartment.



“Shut up.” Itachi began rolling down the window to keep his natural sexual pull to be minimized for their driver.



“Neji, I’m sorry. Just bear with me while I rut on your body to feed myself fresh energy.” Naruto batted his eyes flirtatiously.



“I said shut up. I’m going to ask him politely to let me know when he leaves so I don’t have to wake up wondering where the fuck my mate is.” Itachi flinched as the driver shot the two a strange look.



“You don’t have to make it sound so…well possessive. Sasuke doesn’t smother me like that,” Naruto pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.



“I’m not Sasuke and I’m not a cave man. If Neji doesn’t want to be in a romantic relationship, it’s fine but he will come to me and satisfy my needs.” Itachi clenched his hand on the door as the cab swayed a bit.



“Talk about chauvinistic,” Naruto grumbled.



Itachi gave a warning growl. “It’s survival, not chauvinism.”



“Fine, fine. Whatever, but are you sure you don’t think the better course is to sweep him off his feet? Woo him with romantic dinners.” Naruto said with a roll of his eyes.



“He’s not a girl. He will respect straight talk more than romantic overtures.” Itachi gave a definitive nod.



“Dude! Even I like to be considered more than Sasuke’s sole source of food. If all he did was fuck me…well that would be alright too but we talk. We go for walks. We fight…God, I love the fights.” Naruto grinned sheepishly at the disgusted look the driver sent him.



“I’m not going to bash him over the head and drag him home by the hair to fuck him raw.” Itachi hissed in annoyance.



“You did last night,” Naruto pointed out with a snicker.



“I beg to differ. You and Sasuke kidnapped him, I only fucked him raw…not to mention, I’m in a slightly better mindset today.” Itachi sniffed indignantly at Naruto’s knowing grin. The little bastard was right and knew it. He might not have been the one to figuratively bash Neji on the skull and drag home by his hair but there was a definite correlation between cavemen and the previous day’s treatment of Neji.



“And you would have done what differently?”



Naruto scratched his cheek at the question. “Well…I would have maybe asked him out on a date after the heat had passed…you know, to keep him from feeling like a easy fuck.”



Itachi rolled his eyes. If he’d been in the same fix as Itachi was the previous night, he wouldn’t be talking big. It amazed Itachi the two had made it back to the bed. Both had been just about ready to collapse after the last fuck in the bath. Even if he’d wanted after sex talk, he wouldn’t have had the energy or mindset to do more than grunt before toppling over into sleep. When deprived for so long without orgasm, he was lucky he’d been satisfied so quickly. He’d heard of other incubi who had gone on all night binges after being starved for long periods of time.



“Just shut up. Let me handle this.” Itachi snarled, pushing open the door as soon as the taxi pulled to a stop before Hyuuga Enterprises. The high rise building rose black and gleaming towards the sky.



While Naruto paid the driver, Itachi moved determinedly through the glass doors and into the bustling lobby. A security guard stood watch over all who entered and exited the building with an almost bored expression.



“Kakashi! I didn’t know you worked here.” Naruto brushed past Itachi to pat the shoulder of the bored security guard.



“Part time to ease the boredom of retirement,” Kakashi said with a pat to Naruto’s head.



Must not be working, thought Itachi. The man looked about ready to die of boredom. Gray eyes turned his way and a perverted grin spread across the scarred face.



“Well, well. What’s an incubus doing in a boring place like this?” Kakashi asked.



Itachi’s glanced sharply at Naruto who raised his hands. “I didn’t tell anyone. I swear.”



“No one had to tell me. I knew the instant I saw you. I tend to not bat much for the same team but since I developed an erection almost instantly, I figured you must be one of the illusive creatures.” Kakashi’s perverted grin never left his face.



“Eww! Kakashi, that’s gross talking about your privates.” Naruto’s face wrinkled up in disgust, turning slightly green.



Itachi couldn‘t resist poking a little fun at his companion. “What’s wrong, Naruto? You talk about sex and Sasuke’s privates all the time.”



“Yeah but Sasuke didn’t practically raise me. I spent more time at Kakashi’s house than I did at my own growing up. He has a wicked Japanese weapon collection,” Naruto explained.



“Why don’t you stay here while I track down Neji, then.” Itachi’s eyes drifted to the office listings.



“Neji Hyuuga?” Kakashi’s eyes brightened with perverted gleam. “Mr. Hyuuga came in a few hours ago. He had quite the limp. You wouldn’t know anything about that would you?”



“Just tell me where his office is.” Itachi wasn’t in any mood to deal with perverted friends of Naruto.



“Eighteenth floor,” Kakashi pouted before turning to Naruto as Itachi stalked away in search of Neji. “Your uncle going to release the new volume any time soon?”



~*~



Neji popped a handful of aspirin in his mouth. His ass ached but not in a way to keep him from performing his job. The medication was for the throbbing headache having taken up root behind his eyes. He’d been ignoring his worried cousin all day. Despite her pleading, he refused to take time off. He needed his job to keep his mind from drifting in an all too perverted direction.



Tapping away at his keyboard, he found his mind wandering in directions he’d been avoiding all day. He recalled the heady pleasure of hours earlier. Never in his life had he ever had such a sexual encounter. The pleasure had been seemingly never ending--a continuous stream of erotic sensation.



“Oh God…” Neji’s head thumped to his desk. No matter what he did, his mind kept drifting back to epitome of sexuality he’d left earlier this morning. The smooth, unworldly pale skin and dark sinful eyes seemed to call to him in ways he wasn’t fully able to comprehend. He refused to be a sexual release toy for an incubus. Itachi Uchiha could go elsewhere to achieve his sexual release.



“Frustrated already? We’ve only been separated a few hours.” Neji’s head shot up from the desk to stare at his open office door.



“Who let you in? I told my secretary…” Neji began, a frown creasing his lips.



“She’s out fetching me some coffee. Being an incubus does have it’s plus side when there is something you really want. Men and women will give anything to earn the favor of one of my kind and never understand the true reason why they do the utterly stupid things they do.” Itachi closed the door with a gentle click. “But you’re different. Unlike the rest of the idiots in this world, you have my balls in the palm of your hand. I am completely at your whim. Doesn’t that give you a sense of power to be in control of a supernatural creature?”



Neji swallowed the heavy lump seemingly lodged in his throat. Itachi‘s cool demeanor was driving stakes of pleasure into his groin and he was unable to stop it. “Should it?”



“I would think so. You have me by the balls so to speak. I can’t get it up unless you are involved and I doubt I could stay hard if not penetrating you. I’ll die in little over a week without you.” Itachi settled on the edge of Neji’s cherry wood desk.



“So I should just give up my life to you? Is it truly my fate to be your sexual release doll?” Neji felt his headache return with a vengeance to throb in equal tandem with his aching manhood.



“You are the one in control…not I.” Itachi smirked a little as a flush spread across Neji’s cheeks.



Neji couldn‘t stop the thoughts beginning to circle through his mind. Itachi made it sound so decadent. What would it be like to be in control of a relationship with such a sexually powerful man? If the previous night was any indication, it would be a highly erotic experience.



Itachi smiled, rubbing his fingers along where Neji‘s hand clenched on the pen. “You can demand anything of me and I will do my best to comply.”



“You make me sound like the wife of some wealthy man.” Neji scowled, drawing himself from his embarrassed musings.



“Would it ease your mind to know I desire more than what you can provide me with?” Itachi purred, reaching up to loosen his hair from the tie. “Would you like to hear how the moment I saw you, my body went into overdrive? I wanted you even though I had just completed an exchange. I imagined what it would be like to be with you.”



“You’re trying to seduce me!” Neji backed his chair away from the desk where Itachi was seated.



“I’m trying to woo you.” Itachi eyes flashed red for the briefest of moments before he had Neji out of his chair and pressed against the wall of his office. “But it seems you only respond to force.”



“Stop…” Neji gasped as his thighs were forced apart to make way for Itachi’s let to rub insistently against his erection. His body seemed to thrill at the forceful touch.



“You like force. You like being dominated but you enjoy dominating as well. You are a puzzle. I can’t figure you out as easily as most people,” Itachi murmured as he nibbled along the smooth jaw. “I like that about you. I like knowing you won’t give in easy to me. We fit well. I left the safety of my apartment for you. Sex is only a minor reason for desiring you. That we fit so well to be mates is only icing on the cake.”



Neji gasped for breath, his own seemingly stolen by Itachi’s words. It felt like a dream. It was what he’d wanted. He’d wanted more than a relationship rooted in sexual intercourse. Itachi was offering him mind-blowing sex and a relationship to match it. Still he hesitated.



“Tell me what you want, Neji.” Itachi purred as Neji stiffened in his arms.



Swallowing the lump lodged in his throat, Neji spoke, “I want…I don’t want to live with you. I want…I want us to do things socially. Movies. Plays. Clubs. Dinners. I want to know you, your likes and dislikes. I don’t want any relationship we have to be based on the fact the fates chose us to be mates.”



Itachi flinched at the words but answered with a calm voice. “If those are the things needed to woo you, I will do what I can. But you have to understand. I’m going to need release at least once every two days. Any longer and I’ll begin to weaken significantly and probably rape you on sight.”



Neji kept his eyes trained on Itachi, searching the truth in his words. His body heated at the mental image of spending several days a week in Itachi’s bed. The more responsible part of his brain shouted out for him to not allow Itachi to control him with sex.



“Do we have a deal?” Itachi purred, biting gently on Neji’s ear.



Neji closed his eyes, the voice of reason in his head was becoming less and less vocal as Itachi pressed closer between his thighs. This was a moment he would choose his future and the fate of his ‘mate‘. The flush of power was heady. He had the control. There were many ways he could use this to his advantage. “Wait… there are conditions.”



Itachi arched a brow. “Which are?”



“We go out once a week on some sort of a public date whether it be dinner, a movie or just a walk in the park. You will come to our monthly family dinner. You will no longer seclude yourself in your apartment. You will keep you brother and his retarded boyfriend away from me until I can stand the sight of either without slugging them. Are we in agreement?” Neji tried to push away as he stated his terms. He could feel Itachi stiffen at the mention of leaving the apartment. He was a bit flattered to find Itachi standing in office as it was, to demand weekly public outings would be a true way to have more than a sexual relationship with the stunning man.



“As you say…Do we have an accord?” Itachi replaced his knee with the palm of his hand, rubbing harshly against the erection that had plagued Neji all morning.



“D-Deal.”



Itachi grinned, a dangerous gleam in his eye. “Let’s seal the agreement. I know a naughty man like you has lube in his office desk. Tell me where it is.”



“I don’t…” Neji squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the heat pooling desperately in his shaft. He wouldn’t give Itachi the satisfaction of telling him that his second draw on the right held a half used bottle of lubricant he been using to jerk off during the previous week.



“Don’t lie to me…I can smell the truth in your scent.” Itachi grinned devilishly, leaving Neji limp against the wall and beginning a methodic search of the desk drawers one by one. It widened as his hand encountered a bottle of lubricant.



The gleam in his eyes now resembled a predator stalking prey. If it was possible to come from a look alone, Neji was certain he would have been a lump of post coital bliss on the floor.



“Someone can come in…”



“Let them.” Itachi’s fingers quickly took care of the button and zipper on Neji’s trousers. “I’m going to fuck you so loudly, they’ll all know about it.”



Neji moaned loudly, arching back against the wall. He could feel the rush of sexual energy that had nothing to do with his own desires. It was a strange experience to be over run with lust from merely being with another man. Any previous lover in no way compared to Itachi and Neji was uncertain if that was an incubus trait or Itachi himself.



Neji soon found his lips being devoured. It was as if his soul was being sucked out of his body. Itachi’s tongue danced along his teeth, taunting him with the slick muscle. Neji’s hands slipped through Itachi’s loose hair. It wasn’t as long or as thick as his own, but the silky feel of it was just as an erotic turn on as the rest of his body.



Thrusting his tongue past Itachi’s taunting one, he growled in possessiveness as his mouth was flooded with the spicy taste. He’d never thought someone could naturally taste like spice until Itachi. The cinnamon flavor enveloped him, pushing him closer to the edge of oblivion. “Cinnamon…you taste like cinnamon.”



Itachi purred, pulling back from the kiss. “It’s how you perceive the mating pheromone.”



Neji didn’t offer a comeback, he was too busy running his hands under Itachi’s shirt to reach smooth, pale skin. Itachi was every living creature’s wet dream. It suited him to be an incubus.



Itachi lifted Neji’s legs, wrapping them around his waist and using the wall as a brace, and slid smoothly inside. There was only the slightest of pain and then wonderful fullness. Perhaps there was more pain, the heady drug induced euphoria produced by the pheromone was enough to push him beyond any trivial things such as pain. “Itachi!”



Itachi grunted, the position forcing more effort from him. His fingers clenched on the white globes of tone ass, growling in pleasure at even the most subtle moves Neji made. “Hold on.”



Grunts and keens filled the room. The loud sound of flesh slapping flesh became an accompaniment to the vocal cries coming from both participants. They gave up their position against the wall in favor of the floor, giving Itachi a much deeper and harder penetration.



“Itachi…I’m…” Neji arched from the ground, using his legs to shift his body into the position giving him the most pleasure. His prostate felt on fire as each stroke inward and outward seemed to send shots of pleasure and heat through him.



Itachi’s body went rigid inside him, growing impossibly thicker. An explosion erupted in their bodies, taunt with unreleased tension. It began in Neji, a tingle transforming into a build up of intense pleasure. His body became tight, clenching around Itachi’s intruding length. His bobbing erection began spurting thickly across his abdomen.



This brought about the beginning of Itachi’s release. His body grew still. Tremors raced through him. On an off thought, Neji vaguely remembered the previous night and how much pleasure touching the tattoo on Itachi’s back gave his lover. Running his hand beneath the shirt, his fingers sought blindly for the area of slightly raised skin. The sudden crying out of Itachi’s voice was all he needed to know he’d found the spot.



Itachi’s hips snapped tight against him. His response had Neji’s hand pressing harder to the mark, rubbing back and forth. A low keen escaped Itachi’s throat as he arched over Neji’s body, burying his face in the warm neck. “N-Neji…”



Warmth erupted inside him. Itachi’s face pulled back in a grimace as his hips gave a few desperate thrusts before collapsing against him. Neji’s eyes widened as Itachi trembled against him.



“Did I…do something wrong?” Worry tinged Neji’s words.



“…no…I….” Itachi whimpered against his neck.



“What is it?” Neji attempted to sit up, only to be pulled back into Itachi’s arms.



“Felt good,” Itachi mumbled.



“Jesus…if it felt that good, I want one of those tattoos.” Neji allowed himself to be pulled back into Itachi’s arms.



“Ms. Hyuuga…I don’t think…” Neji’s secretary exclaimed, jolting both men from the post coital bliss.



“Neji, I wanted to go over some numbers…oh…uh…I’m…I think…I’ll be in my office.” Hinata blushed beet red. Turning with a quickness, she exited the office as quickly as she’d come.



Neji’s secretary, sweat matting her hair to her cheeks swallowed thickly as she closed the door. “Everyone heard…”



“Well, I’m not sure they heard so much but I’m sure your secretary will fill them all in before the end of the day. I pity the woman. She’s going to be horny for hours.” Itachi sat back, pulling Neji to his lap. “We should tell your family.”



“We have a dinner tonight. Let‘s leave out the part about you being an incubus. I think they will have enough on their plate as is.” Neji muttered, dreading the outcome. His uncle was going to kill him.



~*~



Itachi chuckled at Neji’s obvious nervousness as they stood at the entrance to a sizable home. He was a bit nervous himself. He’d bathed several times before exiting the apartment. It would be embarrassing for Neji if the men popped tents while in his presence. He very much doubted being mated would cancel out his sexual desirability.



Leaving the apartment was another problem in itself. One would think after the initial exit, each one after would become easier. It didn’t. If anything, his exit the second time was harder than the first. His first exit had been in desperation to find Neji. This one was in debt. It would be hell making Neji happy but he would suffer willing for his mate.



Autumn flowers lined the walkway as the two made their way towards the large oak door. Hinata opened it as they approached, blushing faintly as her eyes landed on Itachi.



“I don’t think we’ve been officially introduced.” Itachi took her hand politely. “Itachi Uchiha.”



“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Father, Hanabi, and Gaara are in the study.” she smiled sweetly, the blush never leaving her cheeks.



“Has Uncle Hiashi heard?” Neji glanced towards the study.



“I’m afraid so…I’m sorry Neji.” Hinata led the way to the study.



Gaara stood upon their entry, taking Hinata’s hand and kissing her gently on the lips before turning to the newcomers. “Gaara Subaku.”



“Itachi Uchiha.” Itachi measured the man before extending his hand.



“I’ve heard about you, Itachi Uchiha,” Gaara smirked.



“I’m sure you have.” Itachi matched the smirk with one of his own.



“Neji…” Hiashi Hyuuga sat frowning in his large Victorian style chair.



“Uncle…”



“Let me finish.” The room grew silent, awaiting Hiashi’s words. “I’ve heard many disturbing things today. I’ve heard that a Hyuuga Enterprise’s VP was consorting with his lover…loudly. I heard said VP’s secretary was openly masturbating to the comportment of her boss. I heard the consort of the VP is an employee of Hyuuga. What do you have to say about these rumors I’ve heard?”



Neji swallowed, glancing at Itachi before speaking. “They are all true.”



Hanabi gasped, her eyes going wide. “You’re serious!”



“Uncle…this man, Itachi Uchiha, is my lover. We met through the company and found we have several things in common,” Neji stated firmly. “I apologize for any shame today’s events have brought the company. It wasn’t intended. It won’t happen again on Hyuuga Enterprise property.”



Itachi had to fight the smirk threatening to appear upon his face. That was a bold statement.



Hiashi grew a bit red in the face before speaking. “That’s all you have to say?”



“Yes, uncle. If you choose to relieve me of my position, it’s your prerogative but I sincerely hope you do not.” Neji’s fists clenched at his side.



A deep sigh filled the room. “You are an asset to Hyuuga and a pride of this family. Dismissing you would be the equivalent of chopping off an arm or a leg. Not to mention, I’m fairly sure Mr. Uchiha would leave the company as well--an action also detrimental to the security of Hyuuga. If it was any other person, I would dismiss them in that instant. With you two…I’m going to make an exception. Keep your antics in the bedroom and out of the office.”



Itachi didn’t suppress the smirk. Hyuuga was an intelligent man. An executive of Neji’s caliber and dedication was harder to find than one would think. Hiashi Hyuuga would have been a fool to fire his nephew.



Hinata sighed a deep sound of relief, making the entire room laugh at her expense. Even Gaara’s lips creased upward in a smile of amusement. “I suppose we should retire to the dining room now that business has been taken care of.”



The occupants of the room filed out in the direction of the dining room. Itachi caught Neji by the arm. “You did good.”



“The night’s not over. I’m sure I will be fighting off your potential suitors. My uncle was hiding his crotch with his newspaper.” Neji smirked.



Itachi blinked a few times before laughing out loud. He’d sensed the lust in the room. Thankfully, Hinata and Gaara attributed their increase in libido to each other, leaving only Hanabi and Hiashi to deal with.



“I’m sure you can handle it. You wouldn’t be my mate if you couldn’t.” Itachi stole a quick kiss from Neji. Today was an end to his agoraphobia and the beginning of his much more interesting life with Neji Hyuuga. He was sure their life would be filled with arguments but according to Naruto, the make up was worth it if he was to be believed. He was forced to change his opinion of an incubus’s life. Since mating with Neji, life as an incubus was quite a pleasant experience indeed.



The end.