Incubus

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Chapter 4

Madara pulls the vehicle up in front of Izuna's dorm, not liking the idea of simply leaving his little brother here with someone who was clearly also vying for Izuna's affections. But, no matter Izuna and Utakata's relationship, Izuna was of Madara's blood. They were meant for one another, and nothing would change that.

Still, he looks back into the back seat, where Izuna rested uncomfortably there, with small protrusions in the back of his shirt. He cuts power to the engine and scrutinizes his brother's form carefully. "Izuna…would you like me to come inside with you? Or if it would help, I could take you home to our father's house." Perhaps it would help him to be surrounded by family now.

Izuna half smiles and half winces at the incubus. "The dorm is good." The pain was less than it had been, but he knew the truth of the matter. His arrival at Indra's house would garner some measure of chaos and he had no real way of knowing how what would happen after he set foot in the home of a demon lord. "We're already here and showing up announced doesn't seem like it would make the best impression."

It wasn't a lie, but far from the main reason why Izuna was reluctant to go there. Hopefully, Madara wouldn't see through it or would pretend he hadn't. Just because Madara was apparently happy about his existence, didn't mean the rest of his family would be and Izuna couldn't entirely blame them if they weren't. His mother had apparently struck the demon lord with fucking lightning.

"I doubt that you could ever make a less than adorable impression on our father. But very well, we can leave the family reunion for later if you prefer." Madara opens the driver's side door and steps out of the vehicle, circling back to open Izuna's door for him. "Would you like for me to help you inside?"

"I think I can walk alright." He smiles at the pair. "Utakata, you should walk in front of me. Madara behind, I think that I might actually sprout wings or something and...I'd rather not wind up plastered all over the internet because of it."

"Alright." Though Utakata makes sure to stay close, and he looks back constantly over his shoulder at Izuna as they approach the door to the dorm. He didn't like the way that Madara was looking at Izuna. That sort of passion and protectiveness could be a problem.

But unlike Utakata, Madara merely smiles at the thought of Izuna sprouting wings here. "It may not be the best place for it, but I'm sure that your wings will be marvelous when you grow into them."

Izuna sends a grateful nod at Utakata, before turning his attention back to Madara. "Thank you, but that's really not the point. I'd rather...not have regular people see my wings." Again, he could see that lighting up the Internet. Hmm. Maybe if he got lucky, people would just think he was attending a costume party.

"Yeah, best to not make the Internet explode." Utakata opens the door to their dorm and casts a stern look back at Madara. "Students only. You understand."

Madara tries not to twitch, but he grits his teeth nonetheless. "Of course I do." The brat, trying to pull one over on him because of a technicality.

Izuna didn't know whether to be relieved or annoyed at Utakata's rebuff of his brother. Hell, for that matter, what was he going to do about his roommate in general? Apparently, Utakata had been keeping a lot of secrets from him.

"What's your number?" Izuna smiles as he darts inside the door. "I'll call you if I need help, and don't worry, I'll still meet you later on. My mother...wants to attend though. That's not an issue, I hope?"

"Of course not. I look forward to meeting the woman who so enchanted Father." And who apparently threw a bolt of lightning at him. If nothing else, Madara had to admire her courage. The rest, he would find out soon enough. "As for my number, perhaps you should check the jacket you wore last night a little more closely."

Izuna feels his face heat up at that. "Thanks. She's adamant about attending and I can't promise she'll be as courteous as she usually is." He rubs the back of his head sheepishly. "Just fair warning. I don't think that she'll throw a lightning bolt at you, but I hope your reflexes are good. I'll check my jacket." He smiles and kisses Madara's cheek. "So I'll see you later."

"Yes, you most certainly will." Madara would return Izuna's gesture with a kiss of his own, but he knew that if he indulged, it would be far less chaste than was appropriate. Though the look on Utakata's face would have been priceless. But that could wait, so Madara steps away from the door and returns to his hummer. After all, Madara could be patient.

Izuna watches as Madara leaves before he heads towards the bathroom. "Utakata, I'm sorry. I know I have a lot of explaining to do, but I guess so do you." Not even bothering to shut the door, he yanks his shirt off and tries to stand sideways to get a better look at his back. Sure enough, there were two midnight blue...small protrusions on his back. It looked as though it was a large scratch, but the material looked similar to something one might see on a dragon's wings. They were also growing.

"Yes, that's true." Utakata wouldn't deny it now that Madara had essentially outed him. "I knew that you were a witch, but I didn't know that you were a half-demon. If I had, I would have revealed myself sooner."

"Utakata, I never knew anything about my father. Until yesterday, I didn't even know his name." Izuna watches in fascination and a little horror as the dark blue lines begin to expand. Relatively slowly, but visibly. "The only reason I know now is because I happened to stumble upon Madara last night at Tsukuyomi. I trusted you with the fact I was a witch, I would have done the same if I had known."

They were growing faster now. Izuna could feel that Utakata was watching him. Why wouldn't he? He had just found out his friend was half demon and he was now sprouting wings. It would have been more concerning, if the other man wasn't staring. Now, they reached to the end of his shoulder blades.

"I understand why you didn't tell me though. It's one thing to say you're a witch. It's another to say you're a demon." It no longer hurt though. Izuna could only liken it to the feeling one got when they stretched really far. "Demons do have a considerably less flattering reputation than witches. What kind are you?"

"The same kind as you." Utakata unbuttons the top half of his shirt and allows the fabric to slide off his shoulders as two dark honey-colored wings grow slowly and steadily from his back. "Only I'm a full incubus."

It was like some sort of dam had burst. The slow, but steady progression of his wings was now magnified a hundredfold as Izuna's wings reach 'angel size' with the addition of matching scaled tail that was about six inches thick and three feet long, ruby red eyes, and his teeth felt...sharper somehow. Upon further inspection, it seemed the teeth could alternate between human teeth and sharp ones.

"That does explain how you and Madara knew each other." Red everywhere. Everything was bathed in varying hues of the color. Crimson, blood, scarlet, apple, ruby, you name it.

That wasn't the only thing that was different though. All his senses were far sharper than they had ever been. It was if he had been blind and deaf before and he even had 'new' senses. He could somehow smell and taste Utakata's emotions. "Was he right about my wings?" He tentatively touches one, afraid to even stretch it. "They look reptilian, but they feel different." Like silk really.

"Your wings are beautiful, Izuna." Utakata glides his fingers along the smooth, soft surface of the midnight blue wings, the webbing glowing a royal blue under the light reflecting off the bathroom mirror. "Just like the rest of you." His own dark honey wings grow even larger than Izuna's, the webbing shimmering with its own translucent gold.

"So are yours." He tries to bite back a groan at the contact. Apparently, his wings were rather sensitive or was that just because Utakata was particularly apt at caressing them. "I'm not sure it's s-safe for you to touch them right now though."

There was something beautiful and alluring about watching those honey wings. In a back corner of his mind, Izuna wasn't sure if that was because he had recognized another of his 'kind' or if it was merely because his friend looked that gorgeous. Still in yet another spot buried deep in his subconscious, Izuna felt guilty for admiring the honey colored wings. Madara had all but claimed him.

It was as if his subconscious was at war. Divided into feuding factions. Everything was perfectly clear and confusing all at once and he was far more turned on and distressed than he could remember being in his entire existence. "How do I...turn it off?" That was probably safer. It was probably just an instinctual reaction. That was all.

"You need to breathe. Breathe and will them to physically retreat into your body." Utakata massages the base of Izuna's wings carefully, delicately. "You're new and your wings are sensitive. Just treat them gently and all will be well."

That time, he couldn't bite back a groan. "U-Utakata, they're really sensitive. You probably shouldn't do that." Still, Izuna takes his advice and breathes deeply imagining his wings retreating and his human features.

Slowly, but surely, his vision and other senses return to normal. It was almost depressing, but he couldn't help but be relieved at the same time. He could control this and Madara would help him. That and Utakata was here as well.

Though the wings retreat, Utakata continues rubbing soothing circles gently into Izuna's back. "They will always be sensitive in that way. It's best to get them accustomed to touch early on, otherwise you could run into hypersensitivity later."

"Utakata, my self-control isn't the greatest right now." Again his mind was at war. Some dark part of him was more than happy to take advantage of what Utakata was probably unintentionally offering. The other part wanted to yank itself away. He already had an intended. "I'll keep that in mind though." He politely squirms away. "I'm glad that you understand about all this. It makes it easier. My mother is still...terrified. She won't say it, but I can see it in her eyes, but you and Madara understand. Neither of you are scared of any of this."

"No, I'm not scared. And you shouldn't be either." Utakata catches Izuna's hand and pulls the younger demon into his arms. "You don't need to run to someone you only just met for advice. I've known you long enough to understand you, to help you in ways he can't. You should know that you can choose me to run to instead of a brother that never even knew you existed until a day ago."

In a way, he was right. Izuna barely knew Madara. "That's kind of you to offer, but I don't want you to feel obligated." He smiles at Utakata as he tries to gently slip out of the inviting embrace. "I know you don't see me that way and I've been told that this is...a normal family dynamic by Incubus standards."

"You know that I don't see you that way?" Utakata raises an eyebrow. "I don't think that you know anything of the sort." He runs his hands down the planes of Izuna's chest and settles them on his hips as he pulls Izuna back into his embrace. "It's true that it's more common for a sibling to take the lead in teaching a younger incubus to control their feeding, but they do not necessarily remain together in the long term. It isn't uncommon to look outside of your immediate family for a life mate."

"Oh." Izuna blinks as he was swept back into Utakata's arms. "I never knew you felt that way, but I haven't thought much about my future in the long-term. I just don't want to hurt anyone and want to keep my mother safe. To keep you safe as well." He nods at him. "Utakata, I feel like I'm being pulled in at least three different directions. My instincts are screaming." At least that's probably what was going on. "Can we talk about this after I make sure my mother is alright?"

Utakata sighs and reluctantly allows Izuna to slip from his arms. "If that's truly what you wish." But he wasn't about to give up so easily. "But when you return, I'd like to have you in my arms again." He leans in and kisses Izuna's cheek. "You feel wonderful in my arms."

"It's not. I don't know what I want anymore, but she needs me." He looks at Utakata with apologetic eyes. "Besides, it doesn't bother you that I'm only half demon?"

It was a war between his mind and his heart, Izuna realizes with Madara representing the latter and Utakata the former. Utakata made the most sense on paper. They got along well, he was attractive, they had similar interests, and as a full Incubus, there probably wasn't much the other man couldn't teach him and yet, there was Madara. He barely knew the other demon, but could scarcely resist jumping into his arms. He had even kissed Madara's cheek without thinking about it. They were blood. The bond was primal and that wasn't all of it. There was still a part of Izuna that was processing being a hybrid in general. Never before had he felt so lost.

"No, it doesn't bother me. Half is all that you need to share in the longevity of our kind." Otherwise, Utakata would have simply been setting himself up for heartbreak. "If I had known that you were maturing into an incubus, I wouldn't have held back my affections for you for so long."

"That's good to know." Izuna smiles at him. "I wish I could give you an answer now. It's just...there's so much happening that I don't trust myself anymore." It seemed no matter what he did, he was going to hurt one of them. "I should probably go for now. I'll be back soon. I'll check in with you so you don't worry."

"Alright, just try not to stay out all night. You know that is only going to make your student sleeping habits worse." Utakata presses one last kiss against Izuna's cheek and retreats from the bathroom, his own wings receding into his back and disappearing from sight.

"I can't make any promises." On that or on anything else. Izuna sighs as he watches Utakata leave. How did he end up in this predicament, he wonders to himself as he throws on a shirt and leaves to see his mother. The woman who had advised him to avoid demonic lovers and yet, here he was in the center of a lust triangle of sorts. "What's wrong with me? When did I get this foolish?"


Madara cleans out a number of glasses behind the bar of his club, polishing them to a crystal clear shine. He didn't have to work the bar, but he enjoyed it. Or rather, he enjoyed good conversation and the close proximity to all of the lustful patrons who saw fit to frequent his club. He would bet a year of free drinks that opening such a nightclub was a dream for most incubi. For him, it was an all he could eat buffet. And he loved it.

He'd designed all of the lighting himself, picked out all of the colors and furniture, and ensured that every tiny piece was placed according to his specifications. This club was his baby, and it always would be.

He pulls down a bottle of scotch from the back case and pours himself a crystal glass of it. Human bartenders would get nailed for that sort of behavior. But one glass of alcohol wouldn't do a thing to him. Plus, it was his alcohol to serve or drink as he pleased. Who was going to tell the owner no? Well, maybe the demon approaching the bar would. Madara smirks at the sight of him as he sip the scotch.

"You know that's a tad hypocritical." Hashirama laughs as he strides towards Madara. "I doubt you'd let your employees drink on the job. Still, it's good to see you again." He looks around in amusement. "You've certainly done well for yourself, Old Friend."

"Yes, I have." Not that it was hard for Madara to do so, he did come from the right family after all. "And you know that alcohol does not affect me nearly as severely as it does the humans. If I recall correctly, I could even drink you under the table, Hashirama."

"You must have drank far too much, if you actually think that was the case." The other incubus laughs. "It's good to see that you haven't lost your sense of humor, but I have to admit a certain curiosity. Keira called me earlier and was both amused and mildly concerned."

"Oh? I hadn't realized that you were chasing witches now. When did that happen?" Madara smirks, amused by the appearance of his old friend. "I thought you were rather enamored with that kitsune of yours."

"Keira is merely a friend and not the sort of friends we once were." He chuckles, Madara always did fancy himself rather clever and to be fair, he was right. Just not this time. "Though is that jealousy I detect? Is there something you wished to tell me? Perhaps her concern over the halfing is all for naught after all."

Ah, so his old bedmate was here to chastise him over his baby brother. Madara couldn't have that, now could he? "Her concern is indeed for naught, if her concern is that I would harm him. The halfling, as you put it, is named Izuna. And I have recently discovered him to be one of my father's many love-children."

Hashirama nearly chokes. "Your brother?" He didn't know why it was so shocking. Lord Indra had likely sired many children, but the odds just seemed so low. "Well, this one should invest in a lottery ticket. He certainly does seem to possess a great deal of luck. I'd almost accuse him of being part leprechaun instead of incubus with such good fortune." Hashirama pauses for a moment. "Wait. His mother isn't actually a leprechaun, right?"

"Not at all, she's a witch." And one that had charmed his father as much as Indra had her. Madara was certainly looking forward to meeting her soon. "Izuna will be returning here tonight with her so that we might meet properly."

"I must say I am surprised they're both going to see you again so soon." He tilts his head at that. "I would think his mother at least would be more wary than that." He smiles and places his hand on Madara's across the bar's counter. "So tell me about this one."

Madara hums softly, his gaze growing even warmer. "He's…beautiful, curious, talented, and has the voice of an angel." And it was simply a shame that he hadn't had the chance to hear him sing in person yet. "I can't wait to teach him all that he will need to learn."

"You sound rather smitten." Hashirama interlaces his fingers with Madara's. "Well, I have to confess some degree of jealousy, but I am happy for you. Perhaps you've finally found your match. You've always spoken of your siblings rather highly, but never gushed their praises to this extent before."

"I do love my siblings dearly, but I can't help but think that…this one is different." Madara squeezes Hashirama's fingers with his own, an uncharacteristically gentle smile on his face. "I do hope that maybe this one might be my match, as Itachi and Sasuke have already found one another. Perhaps…it is finally my turn to find a life mate. I know that at one time, I'd hoped it might be you, but…he's just…special."

"Well, I am sad that our paths are different, but it pleases me that you may have found love." Hashirama smiles at him mischievously. "I do wish him good luck keeping up with your appetite though."

Madara smirks at the insinuation. "Well now, you kept up fairly well yourself. I'm sure that he can manage. And if not, I'll simply have to make sure that his stamina is among the first things we work on."

"Always a glass half full demon." He smiles at his friend. "So tell me, why have I heard a few rumors going around that your jealous aura could be felt for miles."

"Ah…that." Well, that was certainly one way to bring Madara's mood to a boil. "I…simply found that an old friend happens to be my little brother's roommate, and he found himself too close to Izuna for my liking. But I will be sure to correct his perception on how close is too close."

"Perhaps his aura unconsciously draws other supernaturals towards him?" Hashirama quirks an eyebrow. "He happens to run into you, Keira, and another supernatural? Which old friend?"

"Utakata." And it put a sour taste in Madara's mouth. "It seems that he and Izuna have known one another for a few years now." And that did not sit well with him at all. "He overstepped his bounds entirely and gazed at Izuna with entirely the wrong intent in front of me."

"Well, Izuna is an Uchiha. I presume he's attractive and if you've only just found out he's your brother, I doubt Utakata was aware of the situation." Hashirama nods at him. "Perhaps you should cut him some slack."

"Have you forgotten that I too, am an Uchiha?" Madara raises an eyebrow, challenging Hashirama to reissue that statement. "He will step aside, or he will not like what I do next."

"I mean you don't have to smite him just for looking at Izuna the wrong way." Hashirama watches his friend carefully. "You say that he and Izuna have been living together, what will you do if..." He didn't even want to finish the sentence, but he would. "Things do not go as you intend?"

Madara's gaze darkens, but the storm raging within him stays well put. "If…there comes a time when all of my efforts have failed and he prefers to run into another's arms…I will have to respect that he has the right to make another choice." But he dearly hoped it would not come to that. Izuna seemed receptive to him. So perhaps…perhaps there was a chance. And tonight, he would have another chance to woo Izuna.

"I know you will, but I want you to know whatever the outcome...my door will always remain open." He smiles at the other demon. "We may no longer be lovers, but I do value our friendship."

"…Thank you." Madara smiles at the kindness of the offer. "Then perhaps I will impose on you one day when your fiery kitsune consents to cook. She does make a rather impressive curry."

"Madara, you couldn't handle her curry." Hell, Hashirama couldn't handle her curry.

"You just watch, I will prove you wrong, again." It was a fiery curry, to be sure, but Madara could handle it. He had been training himself to handle that monstrous dish.

Hashirama chuckles. "Well, you can't say that I didn't warn you."

"And your warning has been heard, as they always are." Madara smiles softly, appreciating Hashirama's warmth, and not for the first time. And, despite his new interest, it made the uncertainty of the situation with Izuna a little easier to bear. This cheerful man always made the world around him a little brighter.