Incubus
celestia193's Author's Note: And here we present to you a taste of ItaSasu to go with our ObiShi and a healthy serving of our primary duo.
Chapter 10
Indra was just putting the finishing touches on the old mahogany desk set to one side of the room in the form of a crystal paperweight in the shape of a musical note, and the most expensive computer that money could buy, already set up with all of the programs he could find that a budding musician could want, including a full custom soundboard. It was less that he was trying to buy Izuna's affection and more that he wanted Izuna to have everything that he could want or need to pursue his passions.
Hence the inclusion of a king-sized bed with deep royal blue covers that would match his son's wings, according to Madara. His eldest son was such a help, taking over the rest of the visits so that he could return home to finish with Izuna's room. The movers were already working on bringing the rest of Izuna's things over from the campus, but Indra truly did want everything to be perfect for him.
Izuna was still trying to find his room. This was going to be the third room he had checked and hopefully, third try would be the charm. The others were drenched in the scent of his half siblings or Indra.
"Maybe this one is it." The hybrid looks inside and blinks. He wasn't entirely sure if this room was his or not, but one thing was for certain...it wasn't empty.
As his son's scent enters the room, Indra turns and sets eyes on Izuna. It was almost startling how much he looked like Sasuke, and yet, he could see Saachi in the boy as clear as day. "Izuna…"
"Sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt you." Izuna had never felt more tongue-tied in his life. "I was just looking for my room." Maybe this was Indra's room. Who knew that an ancient demon would have such modern taste in electronics though? Then again, Shisui said that demons used social media too. Maybe Indra was a modern Incubus Lord.
"Then…you have found it." Indra steps away from the desk so that Izuna could properly survey the room. "I was simply…adding a few more touches that I thought you might appreciate."
Izuna blinks as he looks around in awe. "This is mine?" Shisui had said Indra was arranging him a room, but this was beyond anything he might have imagined. "It's incredible. Thank you." He offers Indra a shy smile.
A hint of relief colors Indra's face as he returns the smile. "I had hoped that you would like it. I also arranged for a piano for the solarium. I believe that you'll like it in there." He'd had it outfitted with special panels that could brighten or dim the sun's light, as well as floor lighting for if he wanted to make music at night under the stars.
"Really didn't have to go through all this trouble, but I'd be an idiot to turn down a piano or a solarium." Izuna chuckles as he watches Indra. It was subtle, but he could see some relief in the other man's eyes. Maybe he wasn't the only one who was nervous about the meeting. "Speaking of the piano, there's..something I should tell you. Well, you likely already know, but still..." Damn. Now he was babbling.
Indra chuckles at his son's apparent embarrassment over that incident. "Yes, I'm aware. Believe me, it made for some rather interesting receptions yesterday and this morning with Madara." There were several clans interested in his half-breed son, but he would allow Izuna and Madara to announce their relationship in their own time. "Needless to say, there are quite a few who are very interested in meeting you at next month's ball. I believe that you might already have a fan club in the works."
He hadn't expected a fan club. Envy, spite, or curiosity maybe, but a fan club? "I'm glad the reception was largely positive, but I'm a little concerned about the ball. I don't really know much about being an incubus yet. I can change my form and feed, but not much else. I don't want to embarrass our family or...disappoint my budding fanclub." He gives a wry smile at the last part. It did wonders for his ego really. Though he did hope Madara never found out about any admirers. It was a miracle that Utakata and his lover hadn't come to blows already.
"You will be fine, Izuna." Indra steps towards his son and places a hand on his shoulder. "All you need to do is be yourself. So long as you are comfortable, nothing else matters." Indra's lips quirk into a wry smile. "But do try not to follow your brother's example and accidentally almost set off a war."
"Isn't there a book on the subject I could borrow?" Izuna looks at him before realizing what he had just said. "I'm guessing Madara already found out about the potential fanclub and didn't take it well?"
"Oh, that's not what I was referring to." Indra's eyes twinkle with mirth. "It's an old incident that happened when Madara was very young, and an older demon thought that Madara rather looked like a girl. He made the mistake of teasing Madara incessantly about it. Madara has been known for having quite the temper ever since."
"I get that Madara has long hair, but how could anyone mistake him for a woman?" Maybe the demon had horrible eyesight or was just stupid. "Never mind. You're definitely a shining example of diplomacy if you kept that from sparking a world war." Izuna laughs.
"Yes, quite." Indra chuckles softly. "Though Madara did look a great deal like his mother as a child. He only grew out of it just before he ceased ageing." And it was something of a boost to Indra's ego as well. "I also have a reputation for siring very beautiful children, which may not have helped the case."
"Oh that would do it." Izuna shakes his head as he tries to imagine the scene Indra was describing, but he couldn't do it. Still, it was an amusing prospect. "I had noticed most of us do share a strong family resemblance." Particularly him and Sasuke to an almost eerie degree.
"Yes, it is quite odd, considering that you resemble your mother to quite a degree." It baffled Indra as much as it did everyone in their family. "Perhaps it is merely latent genes working on the both of you. Whatever the case may be, I expect that you will receive as much attention as Sasuke for your looks." As if any of his children wouldn't.
"Doesn't matter. It'll be one-sided." Though Izuna's insides heat with pleasure at the compliment. He smiles at Indra as he ripples and shifts into his true form, not even realizing he had done it. "I have Madara."
Indra's eyes widen slightly, but he nods in approval. "Indeed, and the look in Madara's eyes when he so much as thinks of you is…very precious." And positively endearing. "I see that you've taken to wearing the clothes Madara got you around the house." A shirt with no back was practically a must for any demon with wings for whom ripping clothing might be a concern.
"I transformed again...?" He really had to get better control of that. "It just kinda happens when I feel strong emotions, I guess. The new shirts are more practical than risking shredding all my old ones." That, and Madara definitely enjoyed having Izuna wear them. He was a possessive demon. So, Izuna knew wearing the clothes Madara picked out for him was a turn on for the older Incubus.
"Yes…that's the only reason that you wear them." Indra smirks, appreciating the sight of his son in those new clothes. There was no attraction, of course, but his son was beautiful, and Indra was vain enough to think that he'd played a large part in that. "Madara is going to have his hands full beating away your admirers. I should be sure to hide the family swords before he returns."
Izuna doubted he was ever going to stop blushing around his family. "I never said it was the only reason, but that's probably a good idea. How long do I have to stay at the party? The sooner I leave, the less likely Madara is to...lose his temper."
Indra would admit that it was an amusing notion, being able to escape from one of these parties, but he knew better than to think that it was easy. "If you and Madara can manage to sneak away from the party without being caught, I will not say a word about it. But I expect that you will have to stay at least an hour so that all of the nobles can get a look at you and sate their curiosity."
"That's fair." Nerve-wracking, but reasonable. Still, it was unlikely they'd get another moment alone anytime soon. "I can't imagine how you feel with everything going on. You never knew I existed and I know that you love my mother. You don't have to feel guilty for any of it." After all, apparently his demonic queen was just fine with well, everything. "Just so you know..."
The sentiment was fair, Indra knew it, but it was hard to forgive himself for simply overlooking Izuna's existence. "I know, but since when have emotions ever been logical." He frowns slightly, before reaching around Izuna and embracing his son. "I…am glad that you've come home to us."
"You're right. They're almost never logical, but I'm glad too." Izuna smiles as he returns the embrace. "Dad."
Indra sighs softly, his heart all aflutter at the return of his affection. "It's funny, Sasuke is the only one who ever calls me that." Indra attributed it to Sasuke's young age, but even Itachi was a bit on the formal side. Though he was like that with Naori as well. A respectful boy.
"Do you prefer Indra?" He tilts his head innocently. "I can use that instead if that's the case."
"No, it's quite alright." Indra shakes his head and hums with amusement. "It's just that most of my children are older, and so they tend to call me 'Father'. As my youngest, Sasuke seems more prone to the 'Dad' phenomenon than his older siblings. I do not mind it at all."
"Oh. Right. The age difference." He'd have to wrap his mind around that eventually. "How old are you anyway?"
A chuckle of amusement answers Izuna's question. "I'll tell you when you're older." Perhaps when he was in his fourth decade. By then, it might not shock him too much to learn the truth.
"Got it." That old. "Well, you look good for your age. Whatever it is."
"Yes, barely much older than you." Indra found that he was rather fortunate in that way. He looked old enough not to be questioned about alcohol, but young enough that he had retained all of the beauty he had in his youth. A subtle mix of the stronger features that came with age, and the softer ones he inherited from his own mother. "But try not to be fooled by appearances. I will tell you just how many centuries old I am when you've had a little more time to settle in."
"Yeah. That's probably for the best." Izuna smiles as he idly traces the paperweight. "The musical note was a nice touch." Maybe he'd inherited his musical talents from his father. "Is that something you enjoy?" It'd be nice to share something in common with him or to know more about Indra besides the fact the man apparently didn't age much, if at all and was considered a powerful demon lord.
The corners of Indra's lips curl happily. "Yes. I was less than half your age when I first began learning to play the koto, and since then I have learned several instruments, including the biwa and the shamisen." And even after so long, Indra's fingers could still play the ancient instruments as delicately as the day he'd mastered them.
"I'm sure you're good at it." Playing whatever those instruments were. Izuna decides he probably should just look them up online. It might ruin the moment to ask what the heck those are. "Did Madara come back with you?" He couldn't believe it, but Izuna was already feeling hungry.
"I'm afraid not." Indra smiles ruefully. "He was just taking care of a few more meetings and had planned to be home soon. I returned early so that I could finish putting your room together for you."
"Well, it was time well spent. I really do love it." He smiles as he deepens the embrace. Madara would be home soon and besides, the secondhand lust of Shisui and Obito should be more than enough to hold him over.
A short while later, Izuna had every intention of getting an afternoon snack from the kitchen. He really did. Until his demonic instincts mixed with a healthy curiosity compel him to detour off course to follow the beautiful sexual symphony of sounds he could hear coming from the living room.
Warning Lemon
Two forms undulate and slide together in the dappled sunset of the living room, having laid claim to one of the couches not long after the elder had picked up his lover from work. And in the arms and lap of a sun-kissed incubus sits one as pale as moonlight, his skin shimmering with golden hues from the sleepy sun.
"Beautiful." There was no denying the two lovers were the height of sensuality and beauty as they intertwined in a dance as old as time. He shouldn't be watching. What he should do is sneak off before they saw him, but the taste of their desire was so sweet. The young Incubus couldn't resist. Just a few moments. Then he'd go. Like a respectable demon. Kinda.
"I-Itachi!" Sasuke gasps as he rolls his hips on Itachi's lap. A pink hue paints his cheeks and ears as he rides his lover's cock. Moans begin to spill from his lips as his head tilts back, awaiting the ecstasy that would soon be upon him.
Izuna wanted to look away, he really did. There was just something enthralling about watching the two of them. "Is that what I look like when I'm with him?"
It was certainly possible. They looked so similar. A mirror image. The only differences between the two of them were almost negligible in terms of looks, but it was clear that he and Sasuke were exactly alike in one key aspect. They had both fallen for a powerful older demon from their line and knew what it was like to completely surrender to that feeling.
"Ah!" Sasuke's moans turn into cries, growing louder and louder as he reaches his peak and tumbles over it, his brother's name falling helplessly from his lips until he twirls his fingers into Itachi's hair and fuses their mouths together. But his gaze manages to tear itself away from Itachi, fixing on Izuna for a long moment. And in his gaze was only heat, passion, lust, and a knowing light as he set eyes on his newest brother.
End of Lemon
Izuna suddenly finds his feet interesting. Damn it. He'd been caught. The smartest thing right now would be to retreat and leave them to their privacy. Which is exactly what he attempted to do until he finds himself smacking into something hard and familiar. Madara's chest.
Madara chuckles deeply and wraps his arms around Izuna, turning his little lover around to continue watching the two locked in the throes of passion, the two who were filling the air with the thickened scent and energy of their desire. "Aren't they beautiful, Izuna?" Madara smirks as he nibbles on Izuna's ear. "Don't they remind you so much of us? Sasuke does look just as you do when I drive inside of you and make you scream my name."
He finds himself squirming and only half successfully biting back a needy whimper when Madara takes him into his arms. "They are beautiful and I will admit to a passing similarity between my reactions and Sasuke's." If by similarity, he meant identical reactions of course.
"Only a passing similarity?" Madara hums with amusement as he lowers a hand to palm between Izuna's legs, finding him quite aroused already. "I assure you that you do certainly look that exquisite when I am taking you. And even more so, as it is in my arms that you find your ecstasy."
"Y-Yes, a passing similarity." He groans as he whirls around to kiss Madara. "Let's go upstairs. They've made for a wonderful appetizer, but I want the main course."
Madara snorts and picks Izuna up into his arms, turning away from the feast in the living room and towards the stairs. "Of course, after all we do need to break in your new bed." With an emphasis on the trying, of course. Madara knew well that it was because of him that their father had come up with a rather amusing deal. He would ensure that they all had the strongest beds available, and if one of them still managed to break theirs in the throes of passion, they would receive a specially arranged prize. Thus far, Madara had won it twice, and each time he did, all of the beds were updated so that they would be even stronger than the last.
"That does seem like a good idea to me. Dad did went through an awful lot of trouble to design the perfect room for us and it'd be such a shame not to make good use of his efforts." Izuna smiles as he rests his head on Madara's shoulder while the other demon carries him upstairs.
It made Madara want to preen and strut the way that Izuna said that the room was perfect for THEM. Both of them, as if it could ever be any other way. "Yes, we should certainly test out the bed to see if I will be winning another prize or not."
He looks at him in confusion. "Prize? Do I even want to know?" Maybe it was an incubus thing."
"Yes, I suppose that you should know." Madara smirks as he pushes open the door to Izuna's room and shuts it behind them. He strides purposefully towards the bed and deposits Izuna atop it. "Father made a deal with his children, seeing as our passions kept breaking beds back in the day. He would always make sure that our beds were the sturdiest and most comfortable that could be found. However, should one of us prove to have passions too strong for the bed and break it during sex, they would earn a prize, and he would replace all of the beds with stronger ones."
"...Well, that's kind of him. I imagine you all keep the furniture companies in business, though." He laughs.
"Yes, we certainly do." Madara leans down to press a kiss to Izuna's lips, sealing all sound inside for a moment as he runs a hand up Izuna's side and to the base of his wings. "You've begun letting these out, have you?"
Izuna shivers and only half swallows a wanton moan. His wings were so damn sensitive. "Not on purpose. They just appeared when I was speaking with Dad." That, and since he was here...Izuna hadn't seen a reason to hide them again.
"Is that so…?" Madara smirks as he peppers kisses along Izuna's neck, stopping only at the snug collar of the tight black turtleneck. His fingers dance up Izuna's back as he holds his lover just off the bed, and he unzips the shirt first at the top behind Izuna's neck, and at the bottom over his lower back. "If you would like to display them freely around the house, please do." Now free, his fingers massage at the base of Izuna's wings, stroking firmly along the sensitive swaths of scales and delicate membranes.
"Mhm. I'll keep that in mind." He sighs in pleasure at the kisses only to nudge Madara away from his neck in favor of capturing the other demon's lips in a heated kiss. "Their desire for each other was a wonderful appetizer, but nothing beats the real thing."
Warning Lemon
"Indeed." Madara plunges his tongue into Izuna's mouth, silencing him as he pulls the clothes from Izuna's beautiful form, then his own. Truly, there was nothing better than the sight of his lover laying naked beneath him. He lowers himself between Izuna's legs, then revisits that statement. There was nothing better than being pressed up against his lover as the two of them lay naked together.
Izuna groans into the kiss. Arching against his lover. He was one spoiled hybrid Incubus to have such a devoted lover.
Madara chuckles and lowers his hands to tightly grip Izuna's backside as he breaks the kiss. "Hm…you should be far enough along now…" He palms the muscles of Izuna's ass and dips his fingers inside, feeling the slick, slippery substance already coating Izuna's most intimate place. "Perfect…" Magic was a beautiful thing, and so very convenient to sex demons.
Izuna debates about asking what he was far enough along for, but decides not to. It'd take too much time and all he cared about getting as close to Madara as demonically possible. "Yes, you are." He glides his wings along the older demon's back encouragingly.
Dark eyes flash red as wings of a bloody red hue fill the air and drape around their entwined forms. Madara brushes back with his wings, a spark of heat lancing through him. Izuna was truly the most beautiful being he had ever seen and he couldn't wait to be buried back inside him. He dips his fingers deeper, sliding two inside of Izuna's slippery entrance and pumping slowly. "Do you want me to take you like a demon again, Izuna? Would you like me to take you so hard tonight that there will be no more walking in your immediate future? Would you like me to confine you to bed with me?"
"Yes." He barely recognizes his own voice. It was somewhere between a hiss, a growl, and a desperate plea. "More than anything." Izuna continues caressing Madara's muscular back with his wings, he seemed to like it. And he squirms against the other demon's powerful fingers that were already hard at work aiding that velvety voice in seducing him completely.
"Good." Madara picks up the pace and hefts one of Izuna's legs over his shoulder, then allows his remaining hand to take hold of Izuna's cock and fondle it gently, almost teasingly as he spreads his lover wide with a third finger. "Let all of our brothers hear your pleasure. Let them taste it in the air and grow jealous that I am the one who has you."
Izuna groans at the attention and writhes under the feeling of three fingers inside him. "Fuck!" His wings thrash in ecstasy and his entire world is bathed in red. He'd never wanted someone so much.
"As you wish." As if he would ever deny Izuna anything. Madara removes his fingers and straightens up, sitting on his knees as he pulls Izuna's hips up to meet his own and sheathes himself deep inside his lover with one powerful thrust after another.
He couldn't help it. Izuna screams in a delirious ecstasy that flirted with the border of pain and pleasure. "Don't stop." He pants and snarls at the same time, feeling his canines lengthen.
The arousal burning in Madara's veins heightens as he watches the demonic features emerge across Izuna's skin. The feral markings suited him in ways that even his beautiful human features couldn't produce. And the scent of lust and love coming from him was more intoxicating than any spirit or drug. "Izuna…" He thrusts harder, faster, and he hoists Izuna up into his lap and kisses him, mimicking the position in which they had seen their brothers entwined earlier. This beautiful demon was his, and he would make sure that everyone knew it.
Izuna had been reduced to a creature of instinct as he digs his nails into Madara's back. Helplessly trying to match his pace, only to surrender to the sensation of becoming one with his lover and everything that entailed, both magical and otherwise.
Madara growls as he kisses Izuna senseless and presses them tightly together. He could feel the nails in his back just at the base of his wings, and the pain-pleasure that ensued was the sharpest he had ever felt. He was drunk on Izuna's scent, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with that. "Cum, Izuna." He kisses his way down as he thrusts up and spends a moment leaving a scarlet bit on Izuna's neck. "Scream your pleasure for me!"
"MADARA!" He couldn't have resisted the command even if he wanted to. Not that Izuna did. The euphoria that comes from their union was too much to resist. It was downright addictive.
The elder of the incubi smirks into Izuna's skin as he pounds Izuna through the orgasm that left a splash of warmth across his skin. "MINE." For now and forever more, this half-demon would be his and no one else's.
"Always." He pants hotly as he kisses Madara dearly and tries to coax his lover to the same paradise he had given him.
Madara shudders, his grip tightening around Izuna, even as Izuna's tight heat squeezed the pleasure right from his cock. But he was determined not to have that be the end of it. After all, a poor sex demon he would be if a mere orgasm stopped him from making love all night long to his wonderful lover.