Incubus

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Chapter 12

Lights hang from the ceiling in the grand ballroom, and tables laden high with food from all across the world line every wall. Tonight was a night for extravagance, and no expense had been spared in the decorating and stocking of food and alcohol. Music drifts through the room from the center stage, where fairy musicians pluck at harps and draw bows across violins, lending an elegance to the sounds suffusing the room decorated in white and red and gold.

Madara sniffs the air as he strides inside with Izuna at his hip and his arm around his mate's waist. "Welcome to your introduction to demonic high society. It seems that there are a great many demons here tonight." He glances at the slinky blue shirt that flattered his pale skin and bared his shoulders so nicely. His mate presented such a beautifully tantalizing image, and one that Madara was only to happy to indulge in. He would indulge with his eyes for now, but later…he made no promises to keep his hands to himself.

"Thank you. It's...different than I expected." Izuna had half expected to walk into a free for all in terms of carnal delights. That, or a bloody battles over territory. Instead, it was a beautiful event that wouldn't have looked out of place among human society in the slightest save for the demonic features that weren't in any way masked. "Didn't realize demons were so fond of classical music." Izuna smiles as leans over and brushes his lips against Madara's ears. "I'm glad that you like the outfit, but you should probably try not to undress me with your eyes in public."

"Would you prefer that I simply undress you with my hands instead?" Madara's lips twitch into a wicked smirk. "Because that can certainly be arranged. High society or not, I don't think that they'll mind a show."

This couldn't be happening. He couldn't be blushing at a demonic gathering. "I'm certain they would enjoy that spectacle, but you don't strike me as the type that would enjoy having other demons watching me in such a state." Izuna intertwines his fingers with Madara's. "You're far too possessive for such a thing."

Madara leans down to nip at Izuna's ear, even as he squeezes Izuna's hand tightly in his. "Perhaps, but there is something to be said for branding you with my affection in public. Then everyone here would know that you are mine." He growls with a low rumble as his free hand sinks down to cup and fondle Izuna's ass.

"M-Madara." Izuna moans, his world taking on a red hue from his lover's attentions. "You should know I don't want anyone else by now." Fuck that growl was sexy, Izuna could already feel his wings threatening to appear. Then again, maybe there wasn't a need to hide them here. He was being announced as a demonic prince of sorts...

"Come here, Izuna." Madara allows his wings to unfold from his back. They wrap around Izuna's hips as Madara pulls his mate close and presses a heated kiss to Izuna's sweet lips. His hands press into that firm, shapely backside and crush Izuna against him, leaving not an inch of space between them anywhere.

He returns the kiss happily, rumbling in pleasure at the seductive touches and being cocooned inside his mate's wings. "Do you think father would be angry if we snuck off? It's a beautiful party, but I'm certain we'd have a much better time if it was just the two of us."

Madara chuckles darkly, but shakes his head slightly. "We would likely cause a riot. I doubt any of us want to deal with the same headache Shisui caused the last time one of us tried to skip one of these parties. Bear with it for now and I promise that when we return home, I'll make it all worth it."

"Alright. What exactly am I supposed to?" Izuna rests his head on Madara's shoulder. The older demon always made him feel so safe. Precious even. "Should I show my wings and other demonic features?"

"Yes, they will want to see you in all your glory." Madara's eyes rake down Izuna's form as his smirk becomes decidedly more predatory. "Though some of that glory will be saved for me, of course, since you've shown yourself to be rather bashful."

Izuna huffs at the implication. "I'm still new to this...sex demon thing. I'm not bashful, you're just all a bunch of exhibitionists." Still, Madara had several other good points. Izuna allows his midnight blue wings to unfold, along with his tail, fangs, and talons. Midnight blue markings begin to whirl over his skin, curving along his cheekbones and across his face "Hopefully, they think I at least look the part of a prince or whatever my title is."

"Don't worry about titles, Izuna." Madara strokes up Izuna's back to where the wings protrude just below his shoulders. He tugs down the material of the slinky shirt to give his fingers more room to rub at the base of Izuna's wings. The hand still on Izuna's ass begins massaging along the midnight blue tail. "Just keep your pride at the fore and stay close to me. And if anyone dares touch you in a way you would protest, break their arm."

Izuna swallows Madara's words in a heated kiss. He wasn't exactly sure what the other demon was doing to his tail and wings, but it was driving him crazy. His entire world was now drenched in a red hue as his hand slides over Madara's hip and underneath his pants. "Alright. I won't worry about titles. I'll just worry about fucking you." He feels a supernatural sensation shimmer across his cheeks.

Madara growls with approval and allows his tongue to surge into Izuna's mouth. His hips flex to press Izuna's hand right where he wanted it, and the sensation of those talented fingers was glorious. It was becoming far too tempting to simply rip off all of Izuna's clothes and set fire to them. Izuna could walk around naked for the rest of his life and that would be fine with him.

"If you two are going to start fucking in public, at least go upstairs to the lounge. It's more comfortable." Sasuke rolls his eyes as the words snap through the air.

Izuna reluctantly pulls away from the kiss, casting an annoyed glance at his half-brother. "How is it any different than the spectacle you and Itachi put on every day?" His tongue trails over his far too sharp fangs. He had been riding some sort of demonic high. One that wasn't over just yet. "You're an Incubus. I doubt you're really all that upset over a free meal." Whatever Madara had done to him, it had sent his demonic instincts into overdrive.

Then again, the could be very interesting, actually. "I never did properly thank you for helping me to pick out this outfit. If you wanted we could have some fun teasing our Mates." His human mind might be shocked at his brazenness, but his demonic mind was just fine with taking full advantage of the fact Sasuke could be his twin if it drove Madara crazy in the best way possible.

Madara raises an eyebrow as his mate wiggles out of his arms. What sorts of antics could Izuna be up to now? Not that he didn't enjoy Izuna's antics, but how did Izuna plan on using Sasuke to 'tease' him?

"Oh?" Sasuke's eyes alight with interest, and his lips turn up ever so slightly. "And just what did you have…in mind?" He had a good idea where this was going, and the bewildered and slightly curious look on Madara's face was utterly priceless.

Sasuke was at least curious, if not outright interested. Izuna's demonic side was pleased by this. "I thought perhaps you might indulge me and teach me how to dance like a true demon. This is my first gathering, but I do not believe it is yours." The idea of making Madara jealous was very appealing to the demon. It wanted to play. To see what his Mate would do in such a situation.

Sasuke smirks and takes Izuna by the hand, tugging him towards the dance floor. Once their mates are safely out of earshot, he chuckles and the music grows a little less classical and decidedly dirtier. "So you feel like pulling on Madara's tail and seeing what happens, huh?" He wraps Izuna's hands around his hips and runs his own hands up Izuna's chest, shifting the slink blue shirt to slip down a little further on Izuna's shoulders.

"A little. He deserves it after teasing me like that." Izuna smiles as he moves in time with his brother. "They know we're teasing, but it will be fun to get them riled up for a change." And oh so very satisfying. The waves of desire from Madara alone would be enough to sate Izuna for weeks. "That, and you agreed. You want to make Itachi jealous."

Sasuke knew exactly what would happen if he made Itachi jealous. Knowing just how far he could push before making a scene, he runs his hands seductively over Izuna's back and smirks slyly. "Maybe just a little bit." Then he sways provocatively to the music. His wings flap behind him and the violet markings on his skin shimmer with a tint of royal blue. His eyes glow red, bathing all before him in a ruby light.

Izuna mimics his little brother's seductive steps with disturbing ease. It was as if he had been doing this all his life. "Good. Then we're in agreement." It was uncanny. Sasuke's coloration was slightly different in his wings and markings, but otherwise Izuna could have been looking into a mirror. "And we have a large audience." Not just Madara and Itachi either. Many heads were turning. Human or even witch Izuna would have been flustered, but the demon was now firmly in control. It was basking in the attention.

Sasuke laughs and presses a little closer, reveling in the attention as all eyes in the room fall on them. He could feel one particularly heated pair gazing at him, so he steps to the side and turns slightly so that his back directly faces his mate. "Make the most of our audience, because this is the impression that will matter the most to them. Be bold and don't get embarrassed. It'll tell them if you're strong enough to play in their games, or if you're easily crushed."

It was wise advice. Izuna slid his wings over the length of Sasuke's body, wrapping his tail around the Incubus with a confidence he had learned from Madara. "I think I can do that." Not even an inch separated them as they danced to the erotic lyrics. Skin to skin. So close he could feel Sasuke's breath, but mostly Izuna reveled in the fact that Madara's sole focus was on him.

The smirk grows on Sasuke's face as he breathes a warm breath over Izuna's lips, close enough to kiss, but a sliver of air separates the two of them. He could sense the way that the seductive sway of his hips drew attention to what Itachi would call one of his best assets, because of course Itachi would be the one to know.

But he knows that Izuna's little plan begins to work the moment that he feels a second tail not his own slithering across his skin. "'Tachi…"

Itachi uses his tail to pull his foolish little lover back into his arms, wrapping it quite firmly around his most precious demon. "I'm going to have to punish you for that later, teasing me like that." He places possessive bite against Sasuke's collarbone, sucking on it hard enough to leave a pretty mark. "But you two did paint such a beautiful picture."

Sasuke moans softly, then laughs and strokes long the length of Itachi's tail. "You loved it, don't deny it." He hadn't been THAT naughty, he'd arguably done far worse to get Itachi's attention.

"That is quite true, but I still have to punish you. Where would you be without a firm, but loving hand to guide you?" He smacks Sasuke's backside.

A yip escapes the young incubus, but it's hardly enough to make him jump now. "Not in your bed, but that's where I always find myself." Sasuke leans back in Itachi's arms and presses a kiss to his mate's lips.

Itachi smiles as he returns the kiss. Pleased to have his Mate back in his arms.

"Izuna…" A strong arm circles Izuna's waist and pulls him gently back against a firm chest. Madara's deep voice hums with undisguised amusement. "Are you finished with your fun now? Or would you like to try dancing with Shisui to improve your family bonding?"

Izuna pouts a bit. "You were supposed to be jealous." He tilts his head up and kisses him. "But I forgive you. I might dance with Shisui later."

Madara returns the kiss with a smile upon his lips. "You forget that I am much older than you and I've seen a lot in my time. I'm well aware that you and Sasuke were just teasing us. It was a very cute try, though, I promise."

"Cute wasn't exactly what I was going for." Izuna grumbles, but leans into his embrace. "Well, that should satisfy the onlookers at least."

"I'm sure that it did." Madara's hand pulls Izuna closer to his side and within comfortable distance for him to wrap his scarlet tail around Izuna's waist. "Now, are you hungry? There's plenty of food to go around. And there's some of everything, so I'm certain that we can find whatever you might be craving."

"That's easy, I crave you." Izuna looks around. "Maybe something sweet as well. A cupcake sounds good."

Madara chuckles and spies the nearest dessert table. "Then you shall have only the finest cupcakes and sweets served tonight." He leans in and nibbles teasingly on Izuna's ear. "And then perhaps tonight, you will taste as sweet as they do."

He smiles at that. "You spoil me, My Love. It looks like the sweets will have to wait, though. Father is getting ready to speak." Izuna's eyes trail towards the center of the room.

"Indeed. Watch and listen carefully to his words, Izuna." Madara's lips curve against Izuna's ear. "For it will be the first of your lessons in what it means to belong to our world in its entirety."

Surrounded by onlookers and unperturbed by the whispers circulating about the witch at his side, Indra looks perfectly calm and at home among the throng of demons. Tonight was, after all, meant to impress upon the gathered demons the importance that Indra placed on his family. A family that, tonight, would recognize new members within its folds.

The noise in the room begins to quiet and his arm around Saachi's waist tightens slightly as he swirls about his glass of rose wine. All eyes were on them, and he would not have Saachi spooked by the attention. "As you all may know, our family has been causing something of a splash in the media as of late. Not that it is unexpected, my sons have a habit of drawing attention to themselves no matter how they try to avoid it." His eyes twinkle with amusement. "This time, however, I am pleased that the rumors have spun out of control, as it is a matter that has pleased our family greatly."

The glowing red eyes fall first on Saachi, his new queen. "It is my pleasure to introduce to all gathered here my beloved mate and second queen, Saachi." Indra smirks as he takes Naori's hand and presses a kiss to it, amused by the answering heat in the gaze of the first of his beautiful queens. Then his attention returns to the crowd, just as Naori's returns to Saachi. "For some time, she was lost to me, but I was recently blessed with the good fortune to have her magical touch find me once more. And not only was I reunited with my precious jewel, but I found myself with another child to call my own." He raises his hand and beckons the second youngest of his children forth. "Our son, Izuna Uchiha."

Indra certainly carried himself with the grace and virility expected of an Incubus Lord. Izuna couldn't deny that much as he makes his way towards his father and mother. Neither moving swiftly, nor slowly. It wouldn't do to appear frightened of the crowd by running or to linger too long for the sake of posturing. "Thank you, Father. We are blessed to have been found by our family."

He needed to say something. If Izuna just stood around looking pretty, he'd probably be pegged as eye candy at most. Someone who could be exploited either for being dimwitted or swayed easily due to a shyer nature. This wasn't a place for wallflowers. Izuna could only hope his mother had realized that.

"Yes, we are very fortunate to have been welcomed into family with open arms." Saachi smiles, blue sparks gathering along the length of her arms. "Not only were we reunited with my Mate, but we were introduced to his lovely first Queen Naori who was kind enough to overlook our unconventional reunion." She was summoning lightning. A show of power. "She welcomed us into her home and shared her family with us. It is because of her that Izuna is blessed with several wonderful siblings. All of whom I've grown quite fond of."

That was far more than Izuna had ever expected his mother to say when she was clearly out of her element. Her show of magic was comforting as he allowed his wings to swish behind him along with his demonic tail. His eyes still maintaining their new ruby red hue was he watched his siblings. Sasuke and Itachi were close by, standing close but not too close to their father, while Obito and Shisui had made themselves somewhat scarce in the gallery above. But Madara was making his way towards them. The crowd parting like the Red Sea in the wake of his charisma.

The golden jewelry adorning Madara's neck and bare arms glints in the light from the chandeliers above as he sweeps across the floor towards Izuna. "And Father is not the only one blessed by the presence of a mate tonight." He strides up to Izuna and curls an arm about his wait, his eyes twinkling as he presses a slow, slightly heated kiss to Izuna's lips. A blood red wing curls around Izuna's form as Madara pulls his beloved against his body. "For I am yours, and you are mine."

Izuna gasps into the kiss, but the surprise soon transforms into pleasure. He probably should have foreseen that Madara would make some sort of claim like this. He just hadn't expected it in the middle of Indra's speech. Still, he finds himself melting into Madara's sensual, possessive embrace. "Yes, always and forever."

Indra chuckles as his sons put on a bit of a show for the crowd. "I am also pleased that Madara has now found a mate to his liking. It has been an event most anticipated for many years now, and it warms my heart to see that he and his brothers have so happily accepted Izuna into our home. I thank all gathered here tonight for bearing witness to the happy addition of two new members to the Uchiha clan." Indra's deep purple wings extend out behind him as the markings across his skin glimmer in the light. "And tonight, we shall celebrate as demons should!"

Laughter and applause ring the room and Madara smirks as the music picks back up and the dancing recommences. "You didn't buckle under the pressure, Izuna. That's good."

Izuna lets out a sigh of relief once the music was loud enough to cover it. "Yeah. You're lucky that I find your possessiveness sexy or you would be in big trouble for that stunt." He shakes rests his head on Madara's broad shoulder.

"I would be worried if you didn't. After all, I find everything about you to be worthy of only the most intense desire." Madara's hands slide down Izuna's sides and grasp his hips firmly, pulling Izuna firmly against his firmly aroused and restrained cock. "I do hope that you realize that."

"I was beginning to suspect as much." He offers Madara a sassy smile. "Perhaps a demonstration may be in order later. Just so I have confirmation."

Madara's gaze darkens with a predatory light. "I'm sure that can be arranged. Would you prefer to wait until we arrive home? Or would you prefer that I bend you over one of the tables and have my way with you right now?"

He'd never really considered himself an exhibitionist, but with Madara it was tempting. "Waiting will build more anticipation. Besides, it'd be rude to ignore everyone watching us." It was a fairly large and excited crowd. "It looks like we've caused quite the commotion."

"Indeed we have." Madara's eyes roam across the younger demons gathering around them. Mercifully, the older demons had the good sense to restrain themselves, but those younger demons were rather too excited to behave properly.

But Madara's gaze doesn't remain fixed on them for long. It wanders towards the back of the room, towards the stairs to the gallery, where a familiar face wore an impassive mask. Of course he would be here…

Izuna was offering what he hoped were pleasantries when he sees where Madara's gaze wandered and froze. "I...should probably try to talk to him." He'd gotten carried away. Of course, Utakata would be here and Izuna had just thrown his relationship in the other demon's face.

Madara didn't like it, didn't like the idea of letting his mate anywhere near the man he'd considered competition. But…he realized that of course Izuna would want to find some sort of closure. Their friendship had, Madara gathered, not ended on the best of terms. "…Very well, go to him." It killed him inside, but Madara knew that his presence would only make things worse. "…But then return to me." The supplication hung silently and thickly in the air.

"I know this is hard for you, but I promise that I'll make it up to you." Izuna smiles, kissing Madara once more before making his way to Utakata. He didn't know what he would say exactly, but Izuna knew he had to say something.

An amber gaze watches carefully as Izuna approaches, unwilling to run or turn away, for either would be seen as weakness. It was too soon, the wounds were still too fresh, but it seemed that they would be opened again before they had fully healed anyway. "Izuna." Utakata inclines his head slightly as his old friend approaches.

He bites his lower lip. "Utakata, I'm sorry." Why did he keep hurting the other demon? "Madara surprised me with the display. If I had known you were already here, I wouldn't have been that...cruel." No matter what he did, it kept happening. His apologies always felt so pathetically feeble. "I know you don't have any real reason to believe me at this point, but it's true and I really hope that you'll find someone soon. Someone who can make you happy."

"As happy as you?" While his bitterness remains contained behind his words, Utakata can't help the flt tone of his question. "…Stop apologizing, Izuna…it makes you sound as if you've done something wrong." And Utakata didn't feel like torturing himself with the hope that Izuna might change his mind.

"I did. I hurt you." Izuna sighs, he deserved the tone and worse than that. It was frankly surprising Utakata wasn't giving him the silent treatment or even a punch to the face for flaunting his relationship in the wounded demon's face. "It wasn't because you did anything wrong. Anyone would be lucky to have you. Everything happened so fast. I love him, but that doesn't meant that I don't still value the bond we had. All love doesn't have to be romantic in nature. I made an awful mess of things with the way it happened. I should...probably go. I've hurt you enough." His words were useless. Nothing was going to restore the relationship he had with Utakata before he discovered his demonic heritage. Izuna was only pouring salt in the wounds that he had created.

Utakata sighs softly. He was bitter and hurt and…sulking. He was a grown demon and he was sulking over rejection when he'd never even made a move in the first place. "…I also…valued our bond." And honestly, he missed talking to Izuna in the evenings, debating musical theory and helping him with assignments. There was a connection there that Utakata had never felt with another. "…Maybe you're right." But all of this compassion was what had drawn him to Izuna in the first place. "I miss our talks, and I miss the friendship we had." The one they'd had before everything went wrong. "And I know…that I will always love you."

"It doesn't have to be all or nothing." Izuna allows himself to hope that maybe, Utakata was going to forgive him. "Does it?" He offers the other demon a cautious smile before his eyes glance to towards the side. A beautiful ice demon was playing a flute. "Just because we never became lovers doesn't mean that we can't still enjoy each other's company or that you'll be alone forever. That flutist over there hasn't taken his eyes off you since we started talking. I imagine that's been the case all evening."

Utakata's gaze wanders to Haku for a moment to find that dark, doe-eyed gaze staring right back at him. For a moment, all is still, then he turns his attention back to Izuna. "I suppose that anything is possible." The snow demon was interesting, at the very least. "…I think that it will take time, but…I would like to hope that we can rekindle what we once had." Even if he knew it was, for the moment, an exercise in masochism.

"I'd like that very much and I think that a musician would love the chance to make beautiful music with you." Izuna smiles, praying that Utakata would find happiness. Whether it was with the ice demon or someone else, didn't matter to him. He deserved it.

Slowly, a small smile plays upon Utakata's lips. "Yes…one can only hope."