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The world had changed in recent years. Life worked in such ways, but it was doubtful anyone could have predicted this route it would take on that fateful morning in January. For hundreds of years, the world was firmly steeped in its belief that all the monsters of legend were just that, legends. Vampires, witches, werewolves, and the like were nothing but stories told on cold nights to frighten children. Books romanticized their histories and movies desensitized humanity to them. Reality was made up of only humans.
When the spokesman for the nonhumans held his first press conference, the world was unprepared for the truth that had hid in the shadows for so long. Those things most feared in the darkest of dreams, the fantastic and the horrific, were real and seeking their own time in the sun, no longer willing to hide what they were from the humans that claimed dominance over the world. Monsters were real and they were among humans. No one could have been prepared for the changes that were brought by the revelation. The world would never be the same as the many races attempted to find some sort of balance in a world turned on its ear.
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But, it wasn't.
At the end of the long bar taking up an entire wall sat Itachi Uchiha calmly watching with intense dark eyes. Crowds of people stood along the length, shouting out drink orders to the three bartenders manning the area. The amount of money that exchanged hands brought a smile to his lips as he slipped his glass of mineral water.
It had been a gamble after the first announcement of the Others' existence. The government required all Others to register their species and addresses. Stores and restaurants began to limit service to humans only in fear of human customers being transformed against their will into some of the less appealing Other species. The world was once more reverting to the old ways, limiting access to certain venues because of species much like sixty years prior when people were limited by the color of their skin.
He watched places close their doors to a certain type of people and saw a chance to profit from it. While other businesses feared what they did not understand, Itachi embraced the difference and immediately arranged to open a small club that catered to any who wished to enter, regardless of species. The first night, the place was packed to the limit of the fire code and was the start of a dozens of other clubs and restaurants where humans and Others could mingle without judgment. This was especially beneficial to cross-species relationships.
A hand touched his shoulder and he glanced back to see his brother standing at his side. A jerk of his head to the side was the only sign he needed to finish off his drink. Standing with almost unnatural grace, he followed Sasuke. He shook his head as they entered the back hall where the employee break room and his office were located.
"I see Hinata allowed you some freedom for the night, Sasuke."
Sasuke rolled his eyes. "It's not like that and you know it. If she wasn't pregnant, she would have made me bring her."
"Well, I'm sure once the baby comes, you can come have as much fun as you like."
"Not likely." Sasuke pulled up the blinds covering one wall in Itachi's office and stared out amazed through the one-way glass located behind the bar. "I can't believe you made this work."
"It would have happened eventually, I simple decided not to wait for someone else to get rich from it first."
"Have you had any trouble?"
Itachi shrugged and tugged a cigarette from a case on his desk. "No more than expected. I hired a few Others as bouncers and they are working out nicely. Your friend, Naruto, is one of them."
Sasuke heaved sigh. "I can't believe that idiot is an Other. I never knew."
"They were very good at hiding. I don't think anyone would know if they had not come out to us. They hid for centuries with little getting out, but the occasional novel based vaguely on them. Naruto and I talked about it one day. He explained the excessive rules that were drilled into him from the day he was born."
"I still can't believe it. He's a damn Kitsune-Tsuki. No wonder my allergies always seemed a little worse around him. I always thought it was that damn cat of his."
Itachi chuckled at Sasuke's miffed expression. He had to admit, he had never thought Naruto Uzumaki was anything but a bit over-the-top excitable and a grade-A prankster. Granted, there was always something about him that he could never quite put his finger on. Until the Others came out, he had always chocked it up to the boy's eccentric nature.
"He's one of my best. I'm going to promote him to head bouncer over all my clubs and let him handle training of new hires."
Sasuke accepted an offered cigarette and sighed happily as he lit the end and took a deep drag. "God, I've missed these. Hinata made me quit."
"She'll know you smoked one when you go home."
"She knows I was coming here to see you, so she'll expect me to smell like a cigarette factory and she'll be asleep by the time I get home, so I'll just brush my teeth and she'll be none the wiser."
Sometimes his brother was so stupid. Hinata would catch onto his bullshit one day and then he would be in the doghouse. Of course, Itachi enjoyed tormenting his younger brother and would help him on the way to his suffering with a smile on his lips.
They were sitting with their cigarettes in companionable silence, watching the coming and goings of the bar when a very pale man stepped up. There was no sound, but Sasuke nearly choked on his drag of nicotine when a glass of thick liquid was presented to the customer.
"Holy shit, you got approval to sell blood?"
Itachi could not help, but be smug at the surprise in Sasuke's voice. "I did. Premium blood at that—tested for diseases, abnormalities, and tampering. I've even arranging to create my own processing plant to procure and store it, as well as specialty blood such as the blood from diabetics or vegetarians and the like. I'm told the flavor changes depending on eating habits and health. It will cut costs of dealing with additional testing. I refuse to sell subpar products in my businesses I don't trust people not to tamper with products intended for Others."
"Of course not, Mr. Anal. I didn't think that it was allowed it to be sold legally. Tell me, how did you do it?"
Itachi tapped off some ash into a tray and crossed his legs while watching the vampire hand over several bills to the bartender. "Very carefully."
Until recently, the selling of blood was illegal and vampires were forced to go about it the old fashioned way—either stealing from blood banks or on the hoof, so to speak. Recent legislature agreed to allow businesses to buy and sell blood to patrons. Ever since the Others were recognized as citizens of the country, something that took nearly three years to accomplish, Other lobbyists had begun to push for allowing those restricted to certain diets to be allowed to purchase their sustenance, such as blood, legally. Since Itachi's clubs and restaurants were some of the only servicing Others openly, he'd had quite the stake in the outcome of those lobbying for changes regarding Others. They were still waiting for marriage recognition with Others. Everything in its own time, he supposed.
"You're a genius. It makes me wish I had gone into business instead of medicine."
A smirk was sent in his brother's direction. "Don't pout. You invested in my businesses and have made quite the nest egg as a result."
"Does it ever bother you that we never realized that our neighbors and friends were lying to us the entire time?" asked Sasuke after a moment.
"Naruto again? If you like, I can call him in here and leave you two a little alone time. I know you two haven't spoken since he came out as a Kitsune."
Sasuke flushed and shot a vulgar gesture in Itachi's direction. "Fuck you. I'm married remember."
"Where is your mind at, Sasuke? I just offered you a quiet place to talk with a friend."
"That's bullshit and you know it. Besides, I would rather not talk about Naruto if you don't mind."
Itachi simply shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention back to the window to people watch all of the varieties of species that frequented it. This was his first and favorite of clubs. He checked in on the others randomly, but on any given day, he could be found in this office going over the books and dealing with employee disputes.
He glanced back at his brother. It really was a tragic sort of drama with Sasuke and Naruto, especially since his brother was an impending father with a beautiful wife that he knew he loved. But it was not hard to see he felt deeply about Naruto as well. That was a mess and a half that he had no intention of sticking his nose in any further than it already was.
Just as he took a deep drag on his cigarette, something caught his attention through the glass...and apparently his brother's judging by the way he froze where he sat and stared adamantly at the figure that had ambled up to the bar, and was immediately swarmed by every man and woman within the near vicinity...including all three bartenders.
Long, dark hair, flowing like an inky waterfall, reached mid-back while pale, flawless skin contrasted perfectly. He was almost femininely delicate, but there was no doubt in features that he was a man. High cheekbones tapered into a delicate jaw and slender chin—the perfect features of any given model on the cover of a magazine. He was perhaps the most attractive man Itachi had ever seen.
He was stunned silent, the inhaled smoke flowing out of him in a long burst. In that instant, he wanted that man. Every fiber in his body said he belonged in his bed and his body was instantly read to comply with the need running through him. When he saw another man place a hand on the man's shoulder, something inside him nearly snapped and he shook his head to dispel the sudden rise of homicidal urges.
"The fuck?" muttered Sasuke before dropping his gaze to where his pants were obviously tented.
Itachi shook his head again, fighting back the urge to stand and punch Sasuke for even thinking about the man that had caught his attention. Realization worked through him and he fisted a hand in his trouser leg while fighting the call that drew him desperately toward that intoxicating creature, separated from him by a thin layer of glass.
"It's an incubus."
Sasuke's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. "What?"
"I guess you're not as straight as you thought if your body is answering his call." He stood with as much grace as he could, considering the heavy hard-on that was being constricted by his underwear and trousers. "I suggest you head out of here before you're sucked into the pheromones any more than you already are."
"An incubus? Why is it here?"
Itachi laughed and fought to keep a limp from showing as he walked to the door, clenching his fist on the knob. "I assume he's hungry and decided to dine out."
Sasuke stared at him, not at all impressed with the cracked joke. "He's causing mayhem in your club. A mob is practically forming around him. What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to take care of it. Just go home to your wife, Sasuke."
He heard Sasuke walking behind him as they exited the muffled hallway and into the core of the club where the music still pulsed like a heartbeat. Though the main focus of his attention was on the unknown incubus, he did catch the way Naruto watched Sasuke like a starving dog would eye a bone. His bouncer was not unaffected by the draw of the pheromones, but his attention remained more on Sasuke and less on the actual cause of his desires. He really did pity Sasuke and Naruto. They would have made a nice couple. He was fond of his sister-in-law, but he would have to be blind not to see something was missing from his brother's life even if he didn't.
There was nothing that could be done about it. He had more important things to focus on such as fucking the brains out of that incubus after getting him out of the club before a riot really did break out. While the Others weren't quite as mesmerized as the humans, they were not immune to the pheromones being secreted from the incubus as was evident by the hungrier than usual looks Naruto sent in Sasuke's direction as he had left.
The humans were another matter altogether. They were seriously becoming an issue at the bar.
"Kotetsu, what's going on here?" He knew exactly what was going on because it was affecting him to such a degree that sweat was beginning to stream down his back and pool at the small of his back.
"Mr. Uchiha!" Kotetsu looked torn between embarrassment and frustration. "We were just..."
"I know what you were doing. If you want to keep your job here, I suggest you start doing it. There are customers waiting for their drinks."
"Yes, sir."
With that taken care of, he pushed his way through the crowd until he reached the cause of the cluster. If he thought he was aroused before, being this close to the source nearly sent him to his knees. The smell of lust filled the air, and his own was added to the mix. He wanted to strip that incubus and fuck him in front of everyone so they would know who he belonged to.
The incubus must have been psychic, because as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he turned almond shaped hazel eyes toward Itachi. A small quirk of a smile broadened in welcome, and interest spread across his expression, as if he had ordered a steak and it had just arrived.
Itachi wrapped his hand around the incubus's bicep and dragged him away from the bar and through the crowd. If it was rowdy before, it was doubly so now. Crowd control was needed immediately.
"Naruto," he shouted, knowing the strength of kitsune ears would hear him over the loud din of people and music. "Get this shit under control."
That taken care of, he lowered his lips to a delicate little ear and growled. "Turn down the pheromones, incubus."
A tapered brow quirked before the wildness of the crowd seemed to ease. The surrounding people were obviously still aroused and pissed off about the state of hunger they were in, but it was a manageable state for Naruto and the other bouncers to control. Itachi used the relaxing of the atmosphere to practically drag the incubus out of the club and toward the privacy of his office.
"Where are we going?"
Itachi felt his balls contract at the sound of the voice from the creature that had, until that moment, been completely silent even as he was dragged away. He had thought he would balk, but he followed docilely. It was like he was exactly where he wanted to be and that thought alone was just as arousing as the faint tingle of incubi pheromones still rushing through him.
"My office."
"Then, I suppose you're the owner of this very fine establishment."
"I am."
"I was surprised to hear of clubs and restaurants that did not restrict Others from admittance, even more surprised to hear they were owned by the same man."
Itachi shrugged and opened the door to office, dragging the incubus inside. "I saw an opportunity to make a profit, so I took it."
"A smart move."
"I'm glad you approve," purred Itachi as he closed the door behind the incubus, finally having him completely to himself.
"Well, you have me here, so what are you going to do, Itachi Uchiha?"
"You know my name?"
"There are few Others who don't know of Itachi Uchiha and how he is the first human to welcome us openly into his businesses, even hiring Others."
Itachi tightened his hands on the incubus's biceps. "I don't want to talk about my clubs."
He nudged the incubus back until his hips were pressed to his desk. A visual of having that sexy body sprawled out across his desk while he rammed inside him played out through his mind and he very nearly came where he stood. He had no doubt the incubus could smell his lust because he was practically salivating, and very aroused himself.
"Why did you come to my club?" asked Itachi hoarsely as he attempted to control his spiraling descent into the pheromone-induced lust.
"I think you know," teased the incubus. "I was about to settle for a hamburger when a prime rib walked right up to me."
"I would prefer not to be referred to as food, Incubus."
The incubus glared at him. "My name isn't Incubus, it's Haku. And, let's try not to ruin a perfectly good mood. You know what I need and are willing to give it, considering you brought me here, away from prying eyes...unless you like that sort of thing."
Turning his hazel eyes to the two-way mirror, Haku smiled sweetly. "Or, perhaps, you like to watch instead."
"You're a tease," snarled Itachi before tugging Haku roughly against him and slamming their lips together.
It could only vaguely be called a kiss, rather it was a meshing of mouths and teeth and tongues. Itachi felt as if he was the one starving. All he could think about was devouring this exotic creature whole. He wanted more, needed more. The kiss only whetted his appetite.
Haku was more than willing to comply as he was lifted onto the desk, wrapping his legs tightly around Itachi's waist. His hips ground upward in a tantalizing motion that caused the room to burst into flames as their lusts exploded.
Itachi swiped a hand to clear the papers and decorations from the desk. He felt like an animal, but was determined to make the previous fantasy of taking Haku on the desk a reality. This need was driving him to the point of madness and beyond.
He knew he was being used, that he was nothing but sustenance to an incubus, but could not find it in him to care about that. The need to sate this tumescent desire overrode every normal sensibility inside him.
It had never been like this before. He could never recall losing control to this degree, even with one of the few sex partners who had become a lover instead of an easy fuck. Haku was driving him to degrees of need that surpassed anything he had ever felt for anyone. He knew without a doubt that the orgasm that came from this encounter would put all others to shame and likely kill him in the progress. The rumor that incubi and succubae were the best lovers was about to be put to the test and probably pass with flying colors.
"God, your lust tastes so good," groaned Haku as he threw back his head.
Itachi panted and bit down on the lobe of a revealed ear as hair slid out of the way. His hands struggled to tug Haku's shirt over his head while fighting to keep some finesse in his actions. Haku chuckled and gripped his shirt, pulling it off and tossing it onto a nearby chair, revealing a hairless chest that was sculpted to perfection.
His lips could not resist lapping and biting at perfect little points of coral-colored nipples that were revealed to him. The salty taste of the skin was like an aphrodisiac, causing even more blood to pool southward. If he did not get inside him soon, he was going to blow his load in his trousers like an untried youth.
"I need to fuck you...now."
Haku laughed and lowered his hand to cup the bulge in Itachi's trousers. "Don't worry, you won't come yet."
Itachi whimpered and thrust forward into the hand. He had never been this hard in his life. Every spare ounce of blood was pooling in his groin.
With an out of breath groan, he began to rip at Haku's loose black jeans. He wanted to fuck him, taste him, and fuck him some more.
Haku lifted his hips as his jeans were ripped down his legs along with his shoes. Twinkling amusement lit his gaze and he trailed a hand down the length of his chest to the hard shaft rising from between his legs. His elegant fingers wrapped around the length and began pumping while deep hazel eyes stared intently at Itachi.
"Fuck," hissed Itachi at the display.
"Have you ever been with an incubus, Itachi?"
He shook his head. "No."
"Then, you're going to think you've just died." Haku slid from the desk and pressed against him. "Take me. Feed me."
Itachi did not need to be told twice. He flipped Haku onto his stomach and pressed him down onto the desk, skillfully reaching over him and into a drawer where he kept a bottle of lotion. Despite the raging lust that was consuming him, body and soul, he had at least enough mind to see to the comfort of his companion, though he thought Haku would not have minded if he took him dry. Incubi were designed for sex of any kind.
Pressing apart the pale globes, a soft pink puckering of skin was revealed. He wanted to taste him, unable to stop himself from lowering his head and running his tongue of the rough skin. That strange sweetness was there too and his body contracted with need at the taste. Pheromones designed to inflame him?
He shook his head, dispelling the questions. Considering the shape he was in, it was a wonder he had the mindset to even question it. He squirted the lotion on his fingers and pressed them inside the heat of Haku's body. The tightness closed around him and he groaned in anticipation of what was to come.
"More," hissed Haku, his hips bucking back against him. "Give me more."
Itachi ripped open his trousers, uncaring that he tore the zipper in his desperation, and slicked his cock in a quick motion, barely being able to bear the touch of his own hand on the over-sensitized flesh. His dick was an angry red, the head leaking fluid copiously. There was no point in waiting because he could not. His body was fully overriding his mind and pushing him into instinct mode.
There was no option to be slow or gentle. He lined up the head of his cock with the lotion slicked pucker and shoved his body in with as much force as he could manage considering the tight grip that nearly clenched his cock off. Haku yelped beneath him, and shifted with a gentle roll of his hips.
His head was thrown back, a few long strands sticking to his face with the sweat that seemed to be pouring from one another, slicking their bodies. Itachi's clothes were firmly stuck to his body, the only place he touched skin to skin with Haku was at his crotch...and that was frustrating him.
Buttons flew about the room, making clattering sounds as they bounced against furniture and the floor. He tossed the ruined shirt to the floor and pulled Haku's slick body against him. The familiar, musky odor of arousal teased his nostrils, bringing with it a new rush of need. His hips began moving of their own volition as his lips kissed and sucked at the neck and shoulder of the body beneath him.
"God," he whispered.
His hips pounded hard and fast, his dick sinking time and again into the warm body. It could not have been comfortable for Haku to have his front pressed so roughly into the hard wood of the desk, but the small grunts and cries that escaped him were filled with anything but discomfort.
Tension began to build in his lower spine, spreading down into his balls with every thrust. He was almost there. The pleasure was almost painful and on some level, he could almost feel Haku drawing on the sexual energy created between them. It didn't hurt, but felt strange and added to the addicting need spiraling through him.
His hands reached to where Haku was scratching at his desk and held them in place as he increased the speed and force of his pumps, wanting desperately to crawl inside the man beneath him. Lasting was not an option and the end loomed before him. As he reached the pinnacle, he felt a spasm work through him. Mindlessly, his teeth clamped down on the unmarred skin of Haku's shoulder and he screamed into the flesh as the beginnings of his orgasm tore through him like the force of a hurricane.
Haku shuddered and cried out beneath him, his body clamping down firmly in tightly gripping spasms. The slight body rocked and shuddered in time with him, extending his orgasm until he thought he was going to pass out from a pleasure he had never known. Time stood still and he basked in the most fulfilling orgasm of his life.
The underlying scent of floral shampoo teased his nostrils as he buried his face in the thick curtain of hair and sighed as a strange sort of lethargy took him over. It felt as if he had run a mile and been drained of every ounce of energy in the process.
Haku released an almost purr, sounding like a kitten that had been well fed with cream. As Itachi finally shifted away from him, he rolled onto his back, still lying on the desk. "Oh, that was delicious."
Itachi cracked an eye open with as much effort as he could manage. Damn, he hadn't expected to feel like this. "What..."
Haku seemed to practically glow as he sat up and smiled sweetly down to where Itachi half collapsed across the desk. "Just rest. You're going to feel really tired for a few hours. All you need is a good night's sleep and you'll feel right as rain."
Haku stood and knelt down to the items swiped from the desk and plucked a box of tissue from the floor. He then proceeded to clean himself and Itachi of the mess they had made before going about dressing in his discarded clothes. He helped Itachi to a chair and sighed. "Thank you for this. I really thought I was going to have to settle. Your clubs really do cater to Others."
Itachi narrowed his eyes. It was about all he could do. "Haku..."
"I need to be going. I'll send one of your employees to come help you dress and get you home. Naruto, perhaps. He seemed to be on friendly terms with you." Haku leaned down and kissed Itachi on the cheeks. "I'll be able to go several weeks on the energy you gave me. I took a little more than I should have, but it was so delicious, I couldn't help but gorge myself a little. Take care of yourself, Itachi."
With those words, he was gone. True to his word, several minutes later, Naruto walked into the room and wrinkled his nose. "Damn, it stinks like sex in here."
Itachi growled from where he sat half naked and scowling. "Damn incubus."
"He certainly did a number on you."
"No shit," grumbled Itachi.
"God, Sasuke would pay good money to see you like this."
"Call him and you're fired."
Naruto laughed and walked to the small closet where Itachi kept some spare clothes. "I'm having to fight not calling him. It's in my blood to tease and trick people."
Itachi rolled his eyes and reluctantly submitted himself to Naruto's aid. Even through his annoyance at being reduced to this state and then left to deal with it with only Naruto's help, he could not help but feel more satisfied than he ever had. He wanted to see Haku again and made a promise to himself that he would find him even if it took every penny he owned.