Notes of the releaser of this story: This story is not mine but from an author called Whistler1234. The author pretty much deleted everything on her/his account on and did not leave any traces behind.
Now the question: Why would I bother to reupload a story that has been erased. I tried to contact with author about it and I received no answear.
If this rip off, to say it blatantly, would make him/her give out an answer (per se to ask me to remove this story from the website), then it would be perfect and I would actually remove all the content except for the prologue to let people know that this story exists. The story may be not great, not perfect, but it is still pleasurable to read despite all its flaws.
I fixed some gramatical ect. errors that was in original.
To conclude, I wish you a good read.
**Bold text** -I assume are Kakashi's thoughts
Warning: Hint of femslash
1. Chapter 1
**Author's Note:**
-I don't own the characters.
-I was intrigued by the idea of exchanging information in a challenging situation. It had never occurred to me to set it in a night club until I came across another Kakashi fic that I absolutely loved.
Kakashi knew it was serious. No one is ever summoned to the Hokage in the middle of the night to plan a bake sale but neither had he expected to hear such a sobering story about a missing shinobi. A nin who had reneged on an A-rank mission, who had sent her necklace back to the hokage with something concealed inside...
The pill was no larger than a pearl, it had an iridescent sparkle that drew and held the gaze. Sitting in his palm, the pill looked innocuous enough but he knew better than most that appearances could be deceptive.
The wrist band had been enough to get him entry. Again and again, that familiar iridescent sparkle drew his eye as he charted the course of its appearance and disappearance over the course of the evening. Pills emerged from pockets and wallets, dancing on the tip of fingers, rolling past lips. Even with his Sharingan concealed, he had witnessed at least a dozen transactions. If forced, he could identify three dealers who were pushing to punters, but there was only one person at the heart of distribution who really mattered.
**Who are you then?**
Standing on the balcony, the woman leaned forward and surveyed the crowd. Half her head was buzz-cut short, the other half pulled into a long, slick blonde plait, which finished above her waist. A tight, black dress cut low and short to reveal well-defined arms and legs, and a tiger tattoo inked over her heart.
**Is she attractive? Yeah, kind of.**
A man whispered in her ear urgently, but she sneered in response, cracking her knuckles, her face now cruel and hard. Unlike her, he was unremarkable except for a large ring in his filtrum which made him look like a bull. And despite her growing hostility he seemed to be standing his ground as the exchange became more and more heated.
Taking a deep sip of his drink, Kakashi closed his eyes, fighting the irritation of the contact which hid the Sharingan. The sunglasses in a night club were probably totally overkill but he felt too naked without the mask. There was only one last gulp before he should order another, he glanced up almost choking when it paid dividends.
**Anko?!**
He could barely reconcile the one he knew with the one he could see. For once, she wasn't swamped in an oversized trench coat or shooting her mouth off and brandishing a kunai at some poor, unsuspecting genin. And what the hell was she wearing -or not wearing- more to the point.
**Did you think she was going to be grading papers and eating dango in a night club Hatake?**
Quickly Kakashi ordered a drink for himself and another for her, the bar man gave him a conspiratorial wink before placing it in front of her. Anko rolled her eyes and laughed but she followed the direction of his hand anyway. Kakashi lifted his drink and pulled his sweater until the material thinned over the Anbu tattoo - she may not recognise him but she would understand that.
It paid off with a smile - an invitation.
Making his way over to her side of the bar, he leaned against the wall, an arm braced over her as Kakashi dipped his head to talk to her.
"You couldn't have handed in a letter of resignation like anyone else?" His remark won a wide smile. Tendrils of hair tickled his face as she shook her head, causing him to inhale an unlikely sweet, floral scent that he would never have ascribed to Anko.
"Are you here to tell me it's past my bedtime?"
"Well, you're already dressed for bed." Kakashi couldn't help but grin too, as Anko laughed.
**Okay, down to business now Hatake.**
But he had been interrupted by the presence of an arm snaking itself around Anko's waist. Kakashi's hand fell from his forehead. Had she seen it? Anko had pulled the girl into an embrace. She was younger than either of them, but so self-assured. She had a mischievous face, alive with the sort of beauty that could incite stupidity and recklessness simply on the promise of her attention. He saw words form on her lips
"How many?" She mouthed.
Kakashi lifted a single finger.
Looking first at Anko who gave a non-committal shrug, she pursed her lips as she appraised him. In his peripheral vision he saw it - a tiny, almost imperceptible shake of head from Anko.
**No shit, Anko.**
But it was too late. Fingers were in his hair and as she coaxed his face down towards hers. Soft lips met parted his, with the gentle introduction of her tongue a sudden bitter, medicinal taste flooded his mouth. That kiss had laid him bare, dimming the ring of Tsnudade's warning. He was a shinobi- what could it possibly do? And he was right - Kakashi was absolutely fine, until he was not fine.
It took only a minute before he felt it. "It" had manifested in a great rush, adrenaline and endorphins flooded him as though he had just run a marathon. Panting hard, he hooked a finger in to the neck of his jumper to give himself more air but he knew it was hopeless. His chakra felt wrong, like it was bound up and couldn't be expended. Collecting himself, he rubbed his fingers:
**How much do you want?**
Dismissing it, with a wrinkled nose and a smile, she had already lost interest in them as she moved towards other people she knew.
**Hatake, there's a reason the first one is always free.**
Draining her drink, Anko placed the empty glass on a ledge tucking something underneath, a brilliant white against the polished concrete countertop. He recognised the signal.
**Keep up**.
Allowing the revellers to fill the space between them, his fingers crept towards her empty glass and he palmed it. An inflexible, plastic card, with one black strip, but there were no other distinguishing marks. Sighing, he pocketed it quickly, and with it at leasthalf-a-dozen protocols.
**Thanks Anko, you shouldn't have**.
Anko flicked her eyes down, and tugged at the hem of her dress, a losing battle there Kakashi thought, amused. But it had only been a ruse for his attention. Shading her eyes with the back of her hands, eyes closed as if lost in trance. Fingers coursed through her hair, then fluttered down her neck, gliding over the swell of her breasts until fingers finally entwined as if in prayer. In a flash the bull hand seal had gone.
He waited.
And waited.
And boy was Anko leaving an inordinate amount of time, before her fingers flickered again.
**Tiger seal.**
Hands down, Anko would be winning a prize for the most creative and challenging exchange with a field agent that he had ever undergone. Information was conveyed as slowly as drips from an IV, as he pieced together Anko's plan. But for once he was unconcerned, as a sense of euphoria dampened everything else.
Kakashi had lifted his shirt allowing air to his torso but Anko radiated heat like a furnace. Skin set alight everytime their bare flesh collided. Draining the bottle of water before discarding it, he was still as thirsty and as overheated as he had been before. Tiny beads of perspiration glistened on her skin. A single drop broke away from the strap at her neck, ran down her naked spine, and pooled in one of the dimples on either side of her spine, above the curve of her arse. His thumbs could be so at home in those dimples...and his tongue too. What would she taste like?
**Seriously? Get a grip Hatake and concentrate.**
Anko was dancing so close, her dress was catching and folding against his leg. Kakashi was mesmerised by the hem of her dress, wondering if she was wearing anything underneath...
It was an unpleasant surprise to find that he was in a state of semi-arousal. His body over- sensitised to light, heat and the accidental and non-accidental collisions of her body.
**What the hell is she doing? And, God what's it doing to me.**
Too soon, a sharp step on his foot attracted his attention - a bad sign that he even needed a cue. God, he was barely keeping it together but he moved quickly, through the crowd as if heading for the toilet plucking Bullring's wallet as easily as a book from a shelf.
A quick sweep of the bathroom first before he selected the nearest the cubicle, as Kakashi flipped down the lid of the toilet before sitting down. Thick with cash and receipts and it sprung open without much protest. Quickly, fingers skimmed credit cards, a driving licence, then finally a business card:
Dr. Tzukaki Koje. Chief Clinical Officer -Pharmacology.
**Pharmacology? Well I suppose having a PHD doesn't mean you always make good life choices. **
Kakashi felt the lanyard and key before he saw it in a hidden compartment.
**Jackpot.**
Heading back after the switch was made, Kakashi slipped it back. Anko was waiting for him, she began descending the staircase which led to the exit, he pushed through the crowd and followed. Suddenly she stumbled, reaching for him to steady herself. But it was only a ruse, an excuse to touch him, her hand had brushed his ass before her touch crept up the small of his back. Fingers tapped and stroked a series of numbers, transmitting straight to his groin.
**I can definitely play that game too.**
It was the climax of hours of being teased by the proximity of her body, for losing a sense of himself. Before realising a decision had been made, Kakashi had caught her hand, pulling her towards him with such force that she lost her footing. With a slight shove, he had pushed Anko against the wall, her body had stiffened, at this distance no mistaking his erection flush against her stomach. Sweeping a hand up from the top of her thigh, beyond the resistance and scratch of lace from her underwear until he was cupping that ass with his free hand.
**So that answered that one.**
Kakashi felt a spike of misplaced triumph and glee at the discovery. Feeding Anko the coordinates again, on the same spot on the small of her back, using the cover of that ridiculous dress and their position in the corner. There was no response but then she dipped her head in assent.
Releasing her, it was as if the volume had increased and colour had flooded back into reality. Anko had been holding her breah, but her chest was heaving now. Kakashi felt that carnal flare and die as though snuffed out by an invisible hand, as Anko looked at him as though seeing him for the first time.
**Fuck.**
**Fuck.**
**Fuck.**
Regret and shame were unfurling like a tendril from a vine, slowly taking a hold of his insides. Tiger woman was surveying the scene, sensing the tension between them. A hard shove had launched Kakashi backwards as he stumbled a few steps down the stairs. Electric with fury, Tiger's eyes narrowed, as hands formed into fists.
But Anko was fast, like a cat soliciting attention from her master, Anko rubbed her face against her neck, curling her body around her, slipping her hand into Tiger's. She might have been Anko's 'in' but the intimacy there...Just how good a little actress was she? Or had he misjudged it?
"I'm sorry," Kakashi shouted, as he held his arms up. " I didn't know."
The gesture, combined with the wrist band was enough - she was allowing herself to be placated. Turning her back on Kakashi and heading back up the staircase - he had been dismissed. Tiger reached out her hand, starting a stroke at Anko's thigh, over her ass, up her back, under her arm, then her breast before Tiger's hand was on the back of her neck.
The display was as crass as a dog with a cocked leg against a lamp post - there was no mistaking the meaning. A sudden, fierce atavastic urge to attack Tiger pulsed in Kakashi but he did nothing as he watched them ascend the staircase. Anko was almost out of his sight line but then the final signal at her fingertips:
**Rendevouz 3 hours.**
