The Agoraphobic Incubus

I don’t own Naruto



Summary: Sequel/accompanying story to The Agoraphobic Incubus. Neji becomes jealous of the attention showered on Itachi by men and women due to his supernatural sex appeal. The results are sparks flying.



The Agoraphobic Incubus–Jealousy



Warnings: supernatural beings, AU, sexual situations, cursing



Itachi gave an internal flinch as the waitress began to flirt outrageously with him once more while he and Neji were out on one of the requisite ‘dates’ of their mutual agreement. He could see anger beginning to boil over in Neji’s face as the woman practically threw herself at him. In their past engagements, Itachi had wooed him with sunset meals in the park or the like–places where the hormones he emitted were unable affect anyone as strongly. They were outside of the apartment, as agreed on, but still far enough away from crowds to satisfy Itachi.



The restaurant was Neji’s insistence. He’d begun to grow dissatisfied with the almost hidden aspect of their relationship. In his opinion, it appeared the only people who knew of it were Mikoto, Sasuke, and Naruto. Neither of them seemed to care overly much other than for Naruto to make disgustingly lewd comments concerning their sex life all the while offering sexual advice.



This date was meant to be a more public show of their relationship, such that it was. And Itachi was willing for the most part. He wanted desperately to show Neji, he was more than simply a feeding partner but there was only so much he could take in terms of public exposure. Until now, he’d avoided the public scene as often as he could in hopes of not being mobbed by the men and women affected by his pheromone.



Now, Neji knew just why he’d locked himself away in his luxurious apartment for so long. It had nothing to do with irrational fear. His fear was completely rational. Currently he was a hair’s breath away from being mauled by his server who in the course of an hour transformed from a pleasant woman into a veritable sex bunny. Her skirt seemed to be growing shorter by the minute and her blouse showing more and more cleavage.



Along with the woman’s lust, Neji seemed to grow in the opposite direction. He transformed from his usual pleasant, if a bit withdrawn persona into a snappish and all around pissed off lover. It wasn’t as if Itachi could tell the woman he wasn’t interested and leave it at that. His pheromones didn’t work like that. There was no on/off button. Even Sasuke was cautious about where he and Naruto went when out in public so not to draw unnecessary attention.



“I think we’re fine. You can leave now.” Neji practically growled at the young woman who obviously didn’t have any plans of leaving Itachi’s side and looked moments away from crawling into his lap. Pheromones were good when one wanted something quickly as those under the thrall were quick to answer demands. With Neji going from calm to nearly homicidal, Itachi thought it best to attempt and encourage her to move elsewhere.



“Why don’t you go into the kitchen and see if the staff requires your assistance?” encouraged Itachi to the woman who leapt at the chance to do Itachi’s bidding. Instead of cooling Neji’s ire, it only seemed to enflame it all the more.



“What?” Itachi met Neji’s scowl with one of his own.



Neji sat tapping his fingers quietly on the table. “Don’t give me what. You just practically promised that girl you would fuck her if she went and helped out in the kitchen.”



Itachi snorted and sipped on the wine that was probably the best in the house, though he was doubtful the managers of the establishment were aware the server had snagged it from the rack. “You were the one who insisted on dining in this place.”



“Don’t you dare make this out to be my fault. You were the one who was flirting with that woman so hard she probably already shucked her panties and is waiting for you to diddle her in the ladies room.” Neji snatched the wine from Itachi and poured himself a glass. He’d been doing it all night and the bottle was mostly empty.



“Neji, I warned you about what could happen if I’m in close quarters with people. Do you realize that both couples on either side of us departed without even eating? They probably barely made it to their cars before going at it like rabbits. It’s the price you pay for being my mate.” Itachi eyed his now cold steak. Dealing with the waitress and then Neji had ruined any appetite he might have. “This is the reason I locked myself away for so long. Don’t blame me for my biology.”



Neji met his gaze, pale lavender irises staring as intently as was possible at Itachi. “Maybe I don’t want to be your mate. It’s you who needs me. I can be with anyone I want at anytime.”



The comment had Itachi’s eyes growing hard and his hand snapping across the table to latch onto Neji’s wrist. “Don’t even think about it. You’re mine regardless of what you might think. Stop even considering that. You’ll be so fucking hard by the end of the week; a thousand men couldn’t satisfy you.”



Itachi stomach clenched and his hand tightened around the wrist beneath his hand. Jealousy was an unpleasant thing in humans–in incubi, it was practically nightmarish. If he even smelled a hint of another man on Neji’s body, there would be no saving the man once he tracked him down.



Neji growled low in his throat and stood with as much grace as a man as angry as him could possess. Itachi arched a brow and began to rise with Neji when a hand was raised. “I’m going home–alone.”



“Neji…”



“Don’t Neji me. Sasuke and Naruto obviously have a normal life. They go out all the time to clubs and restaurants. Why can’t we? Why can’t we be seen together? Are you afraid of what people will say? That didn’t seem like something that would worry you but what do I know?” Neji flipped his hair over his shoulder with a practiced swish; the motion drawing Itachi’s eyes to the smooth expanse of neck Neji had forbad him from marking up after their first night together.



Itachi hadn’t refreshed his energy in two days and he was already feeling the pull in the base of his spine where the mark throbbed. Neji had been swamped with work at Hyuuga and Itachi had his own mountain of problems to deal with concerning the website and sudden influx of traffic to it as a result of increased business at Hyuuga. Now he was hungry and Neji was cutting him off at the source. It was almost cruel and not something he could allow. His lover seemed beyond reasoning, but he had to try for the sake of his sanity and the already growing need to renew his energy. “You know it’s been several days since I fed.”



“Then starve.” Neji turned and walked calmly as if nothing had happened, his face a mask to rival any Itachi could muster.



The problem came in that Itachi couldn’t feed from anyone now that he was tied to Neji. If he didn’t feed, he would literally die from the stagnated sexual energy. Fuck.



He pulled his wallet from his pants and tossed a few bills on the table before prowling from the restaurant. Waiting for the horny waitress to fulfill his wishes wasn’t something he cared to experience. Better to overpay than deal with her practically raping him in the middle of the establishment.



A few sexual overtures and an occasional grasp at his ass were a small price to pay for exiting the stifling interior of the restaurant. He felt as if he’d walked the gauntlet after finally stepping out into the warm summer evening.



He reached the parking lot to find Neji having taken the car. “Perfect.”



Itachi lifted a hand and rubbed the bridge of his nose in hopes of stemming off the burgeoning headache. It was the least of his problems but a little help to his physical body couldn’t hurt when he was frustrated both sexually and emotionally.



With no way home, he had to make some decisions. None of them seemed pleasant in any form.



He could call Naruto and Sasuke but the thought of dealing with Naruto’s ribald comments and Sasuke’s smirking face was enough to banish the thought from his mind. He would rather fall into the deepest pit of Hell than deal with either of them in the mood he was in. His mother was out of the country with her current paramour, making her assistance unavailable and leaving his choices to a cab or the bus. While the cab would get him home quickly, his pheromones were in too high of flux to be in such close quarters with the driver. In the bus, perhaps they would dilute a little so only to arouse without completely overwhelming the driver or fellow passengers.



Bus seemed the more plausible option and finding a bus stop proved easier than he’d thought it would be. Thankfully the wait was short and alone. He had the strength to protect himself should be assaulted. It wasn’t the danger to himself that spurred his reclusive nature but his unwillingness to harm others.



The large blue city bus pulled to a stop and the doors opened with a hiss to reveal a rather large black woman behind the wheel. She arched a brow as if to question whether or not he was going to step aboard. It was now or never. Itachi sighed and pulled change from his pockets to drop into the meter before finding a seat away from the most people possible. The bus only carried a few commuters so Itachi placed high hopes in his choice to deal with public transportation rather than brave a cab and possibly end up hurting the driver when he became too fresh with him.



“Hi.”



Itachi glanced towards a middle aged man, with balding hair and thick glasses. He nodded and turned his gaze back to the window. That was fast. He must be more desperate than he’d initially thought.



“I haven’t seen you around here before.”



It took all his willpower not to laugh outright at the amazingly lame attempts of the probably straight man to start up a conversation and possibly pick him up. He wanted to believe if he ignored him, he would go away. Such was never the case when incubi pheromones were involved.



“I don’t usually ride the bus,” answered Itachi.



“Oh. I ride every day. My apartment is on the next block. If you want, you can come up for a cup of coffee or something.” The man’s pitiful attempt to gain an evening companion fell short in so many ways.



“I’m afraid I’m already in a relationship. But thank you for the offer.” Itachi nodded regally to the man and gestured for him to make his way off the bus. One had to almost take those influenced by the pheromone by the hand to free them of the thrall. Thankfully the blessedly short exposure made him easier to turn down without more serious consequences. He would merely go home, jerk off or fuck his spouse judging by the ring on the man’s finger and forget all about Itachi come morning.



All that remained was surviving long enough to reach his home. He watched the signs and counted down the blocks until he was close enough to walk to his apartment. It was very unlikely Neji would allow him into his apartment. Hopefully he would be over his misplaced jealousy come morning; otherwise there would be serious consequences for both of them.



Nodding to the driver of the bus who was eying him as if he was a cut of prime rib, he stepped from the vehicle and onto the deserted street. The lamps lighting the sidewalks flickered, capturing moths in their bright illumination. It was a lonely stretch of road and appropriate for his current state of mind.



The sound of his footsteps on the concrete echoed loudly, providing an almost surreal feel to his surroundings. It wasn’t a bad neighborhood. It was fairly quiet, merely composed of several apartment complexes and little in terms of trouble from local ruffians.



As he neared his building he sighed heavily at the sound of feet coming behind him. He couldn’t seem to get a break tonight.



He’d sensed them since he’d departed from the bus but had hoped they would move on or at least stop following him. It was too much to hope they followed him for the quality of his clothes or apparent money. No. He wasn’t that lucky.



A hand on his shoulder sent shivers of revulsion through him. It was his mated status that created the sensation. There wasn’t much he could do but push back the urge to vomit and deal with the idiots.



“Hello. You’re new to this neighborhood, ain’t ya?” The youth was probably eighteen, if that and trying to show off to his friends. The pheromone prevented anyone from actually caring if he was male or female. All they could see was the lust and their desire to be freed of it.



“I’ve lived here for several years,” answered Itachi emotionlessly.



“Well I ain’t seen ya, so that makes you new. I like new.” The wide grin showed off over large teeth with a bit of a gap. The boy was attractive enough, but definitely too young and stupid for Itachi’s taste. “What’s say you and me get to know each other?”



Itachi arched a brow. Did people really still say that? “I’m afraid I’m not in the mood to play with babies tonight.”



The jab didn’t seem to affect the man in the slightest. He acted as if he hadn’t even heard it, obviously loosing the use of the large brain in his head in favor of the small brain in his dick. Already the boy was rubbing against him; hard dick pocking into Itachi’s hip while his two friends drooled at the sight.



“I think you should all go home. Don’t make me hurt you.” Itachi had no sooner uttered the words than his back was shoved against the brick of one of the local apartments. He winced at the pressure against his spine and rush of pheromone’s flooding the air as a result. There would be no getting around it now. He would have to incapacitate the idiots or deal with being raped.



“Hurt me? I think you are just playing hard to get, right boys?” The boy reached down to cup at Itachi’s crotch when he was suddenly jerked from him with a force that made even Itachi blink.



The shock wore off quickly and he turned to see Neji straddling the boy, his fist plowing repeatedly into the boy’s face while his friends stood dumbfounded.



“Fucking asshole! You dare touch him! He’s mine!” Neji was practically shouting into the face of the mostly unconscious youth, spurring Itachi into action before his lover actually killed the boy.



“Neji.” Itachi placed a hand on Neji’s shoulder and pulled the other away from the bloodied boy. “I suggest you two take your friend and get out of here before I turn Neji on you.”



The words seemed to jar the two from their dumbfounded looks and into action. They lifted the friend and left swiftly, probably still in shock at seeing the long haired man beat the shit out of their ‘leader’.



Neji stood panting at his side, not taking his very perceptive eyes from the ruffians until they were completely out of his sight. Only when they disappeared down the block did he lift his hands and begin rubbing at the bruised skin on his knuckles.



Itachi caught the motion and took the hands, running his thumb gently over the abused skin. “You shouldn’t have hurt yourself. I would have taken care of them.”



“How? By fucking them into unconsciousness?”



Itachi lifted a hand and snatched it into Neji’s long tresses. “If it bothers you so much, why did you bother intervening?”



Neji’s jaw tightened and his eyes shifted away to stare over Itachi’s shoulder. “I was jealous. It hurt so much seeing him touching you. It was ten times worse than earlier.”



The grip on Neji’s hair loosened and Itachi sighed heavily. Why are you here? I thought you would be brooding at your apartment.”



“I was going to go there but then I decided to come and apologize. Once I left the restaurant, the anger and frustration began to fade and then I just wanted to be with you. So I came here but you weren’t home yet so I was going to drive towards the restaurant and that’s when I saw him touching you and I flipped.” A flush spread across Neji’s face at the words, making Itachi smirk at the delightful way his cheeks colored.



“It’s the pheromone. While it does draw attention to me, it also affects you. It makes you more the alpha male and incites jealousy. This usually means you want to fuck to assert your claim on me.” Itachi brushed his body against Neji. “Does this mean you’ll feed me?”



Neji groaned and slumped against the stone wall. “Yes…”



He was so amazingly beautiful when his eyes became shuttered like that. He’d gone from angrily jealous to completely lustful in a matter of moments. “That’s good, because I’m going to fuck you right here.”



Neji opened his mouth to argue but was cut off as Itachi swooped in and plastered their lips firmly together, his tongue slipping inside to massage at Neji’s. Any complaints were lost on the wind.



Their tongues dueled and Neji completely relented to Itachi. Just the mere act of kissing set his energy to moving through his channels. It wasn’t enough to sustain him permanently, but it was enough to increase his hunger ten fold.



The act forced his body to create more of the pheromone, flooding the air with the spicy scent. Itachi didn’t care if the entire city drowned in the scent. All that mattered was he was the satisfaction he felt at the feel of Neji clawing at his back.



Now was not the time for slow and gentle loving. Neji needed to be taken and marked. He needed to understand he was the only one who mattered. It would be pointless to seek others, Neji was the only who could satisfy him.



Apparently, Neji had other plans. Just as soon as the thought left Itachi’s head, the roles were reversed and Itachi found himself pressed against the brick wall. Neji continued to kiss him but his hands were doing delightfully distracting things as they edged beneath his shirt to stroke along the mark.



Itachi cried out into the mouth, lust rolling through his body. Neji had learned quickly the easiest way to drive him crazy with lust. It was easily the most erogenous area on his body, even more so than his prostate or penis.



“Ne-Neji…” Itachi pulled his lips away from Neji and gasped raggedly for breath. “Stop.”



Neji responded by scratching a nail of the raised bit of flesh at the base of Itachi’s spine while grinding his hip into the hard shaft. Sharp sparks of pleasure shot through his spine, making Itachi arch his back and lift a leg to pull Neji closer. The action seemed to please the other and he ground down all the harder against the shaft.



His body was drawn so tight, if it was possible for him to come from just touches, he would be spilling himself in his trousers. As it was, the touches only served to send him reeling higher and higher to practically another plane of existence.



His balls contracted painfully, making his hands claw Neji’s back. “Fuck, Neji. You need to stop. Fuck.”



“No.” Neji whispered into Itachi’s ear, his tongue darting out to stroke along the shell. “I can’t.”



Itachi groaned his frustration. Neji seemed to have forgotten the problem with Incubi. They needed to be inside some part of their partner’s body to orgasm. Not that he minded when Neji felt dominant. He enjoyed it immensely but being driven so close to the edge with no hope of release was a torturous ordeal.



Neji forced Itachi around and against the brick wall. His cheek scrapped against the brick as his face lay against the cool building. He licked his lips and growled as Neji’s hands made quick work of the button and zipper to release the throbbing erection.



Itachi was equally in heaven and hell. The pleasure was beyond any he’d ever experienced, and the pain was equally frustrating. There was nothing he could do. As long as Neji was there, his body would submit because eventually, he would come.



The tan trousers fell to his ankle along with his boxer briefs. The cool air was like a separate touch. It brushed along his anus, balls, and cock in an intimate caress. It made his throat whine and his fingers claw at the wall. “Neji…please.”



Again his pleas were ignored in favor of warm lips replacing the cool touch of the night air. Hands pushed up his shirt, baring his back. Lips followed, not stopping their journey until they reached the raised black flesh at the base of his spine forming the mark of the incubus.



Itachi screeched loudly at the brush of a tongue along the mark. “Stop. By all that’s holy, please stop!”



“No.” Neji nipped at the skin, making Itachi feel as if he was crawling out of his very skin. “This is punishment.”



Itachi panted against the brick, his breath heaving from his chest in loud gasps. “Why?”



“For making me jealous,” answered Neji. His hand reached between them to press between the firm globes of Itachi’s ass and stroke over the clenching pucker.



A moan rumbled from Itachi, his body clenching at the stroking touch. Neji’s teeth nipped hard at the mark as an unlubricated finger slid inside him. His toes curled in his shoes and he bit his lips until he tasted blood. Neji in these moods was particularly satisfying to experience.



He could feel the mark heating beneath the stroke of teeth and tongue. It was the build up. His eyes widened as he realized what Neji was doing. He was attempting to bring as much energy to the mark as humanly possible. His lips and tongue were calling it–forcing it to pull in the base of his spine.



“No. Neji. Fuck.” Itachi couldn’t think. He couldn’t tell him to stop. His tongue was no longer his own to command.



Neji withdrew from his spine for only a matter of minutes to reach into his pocket and withdraw a small tube of lubricant. It squirted loudly on his fingers moments before two fingers were pushed harshly inside Itachi.



“Fuck!” he hissed at the burn of muscles being forced open under the probing fingers.



The touch of the fingers eased slightly, only enough for the touch to be less invasive and more pleasurable. It wasn’t like his erection was going anywhere. It was likely to remain in its nearly perpetual erect state even in death.



“You feel so tight around my fingers. I’m practically coming in my pants just watching you squirm like that.” Neji gave a final lick to Itachi’s mark before working upward so that his mouth could lick at the sweat misted neck.



“Just do it,” growled Itachi. He was keenly aware they were on the side of the street fucking where any and all could see them. His cheeks began to grow red, making him hope no one watched them.



There was a pause before the sound of lubricant being squirted preceded the feeling of being filled. Neji wasn’t small by any means and it took several moments for his body to adjust to the full feeling. It felt like forever since Neji had taken the initiative and taken him. He couldn’t come from it, but it was usually a pleasant experience regardless.



Neji’s body behind him shuddered. “I’m sorry.”



Itachi didn’t even ask why. Neji’s hard snapping of hips told him the reason for the words. He groaned, feeling the movement in and out. Each inward plunge was followed by a quick swivel of hips so to make sure the prostate was stimulated before he was pulling out again.



The sound of breath was loud in his ear and he longed with all his might to be allowed to come from such an intimate touch. The battery against his prostate and the feel of fingers stroking teasingly over his erection was maddening in the worst and best ways.



Neji’s seemed to understand and quickened his pace even more. His hips pounded into Itachi with a force, fingers bruising the skin of pale hips before he shuddered raggedly and pulsed inside the warm ass.



Itachi felt the warmth pour into him and shuddered at the addition of fresh energy. It seemed to make his body pulse even more wildly. He had to come. He was going to go mad. There was no other way. If he didn’t come, he would explode from the pleasure. “Neji…I need…oh please.”



Itachi felt him withdraw and was turned so that his back pressed into the hard building. “Tell me what you want,” whispered Neji.



“To come…please, I need it.” Itachi hated how needy his voice sounded. He needed to come. Only Neji held the power to give him the release his body demanded.



Neji smirked up at him from where he crouched before Itachi’s jutting erection. The flesh was an angry red in color, pearls of cum glistening on the tip. He knew he held the power. He knew Itachi was completely in his thrall regardless of the effect the pheromone might have on him.



A pink tongue darted out and swept across the glistening tip, causing more droplets to form. Itachi groaned loudly and pushed his hips forward. One thrust once inside Neji’s mouth. That’s all it would take. The tip pressed against the pink lips only to have Neji’s face pull back.



Itachi panted heavily and attempted to glare, only to have Neji chuckle at him. The sound annoyed and aroused him. “Fuck it, Neji.”



A smirk was all he received before the hot mouth enveloped him. There was no build up or waiting. Immediately cum began pouring from Itachi, the shout from his throat echoing down the deserted street with such a loud sound so to surely alert everyone to their activities.



He grappled for a hold on the wall, his body continuing to spasm even after the cum stopped flowingly. The old energy was pushed from his body and the new began to flow through him with ease. There was no way to describe the ecstasy he felt having been given such relief.



“Neji…” he murmured, his eyes becoming hooded after the power of the orgasm.



Neji lapped a few times at the partially deflated erection. It wouldn’t get any smaller than that. “I’m glad.”



Neji slowly took care to redress Itachi and led him to the waiting car. Itachi was nearly worthless after being satiated. He required Neji to lead him to the apartment and into the bedroom.



It was then with a flash of red, Itachi pinned Neji to the wall. His eyes glowed with internal light, making Neji moan with the knowledge that it would soon be his ass being pounded into.



“I thought you were satisfied.”



Itachi smiled before lowering his head and swiping his tongue over Neji’s lips. “No where near.”



The sounds coming from the apartment that night were quite loud. If not for the sound proofing of the walls, the downstairs neighbors would have been privy to the whines, cries, shouts, and growls coming from the penthouse apartment. By the time the passion was spent, Neji was unable to move and Itachi was sitting on the balcony smoking a cigarette.



He heard the front door open, but was unable to care. He was too satisfied to move from his place on the balcony chair.



“Holy shit,” exclaimed Naruto as he opened the bedroom door and waved his hand back and forth as if to clear the air.



“What do you want, Naruto?” purred Itachi, his eyes shuttered as he brought the cigarette to his lips.



Naruto sent a glance to the bed where Neji was sleeping deeply. “Well…I was hoping I could borrow your fridge.”



“Don’t you mean the food in the fridge?”



Naruto laughed nervously. “Yeah…Sasuke is at work and I didn’t want a sandwich.”



Itachi stamped out his cigarette. “Do you have money?”



“Why…” Naruto’s eyes widened. “You actually want me to pay for it? You’re richer than God.”



Itachi heaved a sigh and walked slowly to his computer where he printed off a previously created list of restaurants, their numbers, and their menus. It took almost ten minutes but he settled the list in Naruto’s hands with a smirk. “There you go. All of these places have delicious food and would be more than happy to cook for you.”



“You’re kicking me out?” Naruto looked almost hurt…almost.



Itachi glanced towards Neji with a particularly devious look on his face. “For today. I have some punishment to continue matting out.”



Naruto followed the direction of the gaze where he saw several large red marks on Neji’s ass. “Fuck me…I think I met the wrong brother.”



Itachi leaned down so that his breath breathed into Naruto’s ear. “Too bad for you.”



Naruto flushed and turned with quickness, heading for the door with his packet of restaurant numbers. He couldn’t move fast enough for them



“I think I’m going to have to pay a visit to Sasuke,” he mumbled under his breath after glancing down to the tent his pants were making.



Itachi smirked as Naruto left before turning his gaze to the sleeping Neji. Tenting his hands together, he moved towards the bed. The day was about to get an interesting start.



The End.