"Go away Yakushi!" Anko yelled as a response to the knock on the door while Kabuto waited patiently.

"Anko please, I just-"

"For the love of God man, get away from the door!" Anko yelled again.

Kabuto stared at the door, planning out his next move. "Anko, let me talk to you okay?"

"Get lost!"

He gnashed his teeth together and gripped the door impatiently. "Anko…" he shook his head and barged in just in time to see enough of Anko's wet, naked body disappear behind a towel.

"Hey!" Anko screamed, covering herself as best as she could.

"I-I-I-I'm s-sorry!"

"Yeah you are!" she yelled again. "Get out of here will you?"

Kabuto stumbled back and ended up closing the door with his back.

"You're such a klutz!" Anko screamed as she ran to the sanctuary of the bathroom.

"I said I was sorry!"

"That one word is so overused!"

Kabuto was going retort, but he knew Anko held the upper hand. Fighting with a complicated teenager was pointless. He sat down on the end of the bed and waited for her to return.

She came from the bathroom dressed only in a T-shirt with a towel around her neck and paused to stare at him. "I didn't order this room for both of us. Go get your own."

Kabuto sighed and stood, his spot immediately taken by Anko.

"I want to talk." He said.

"We have nothing to talk about." Anko said as she dried her hair roughly; a sign of stress.

"Yeah, we do." Kabuto pressed, sitting in a chair across from her. "I don't want you to hate me."

"To damn late." She mumbled, turning her back to him and crossing her legs.

Kabuto's interest at her bulging, creamy thighs sparked. He sat back and chuckled slightly, earning Anko's disgusted glare.

"What are you snickering about?" she snapped.

"I was just thinking back to how turned on I was to your body the first time I saw you. You were, what, fifteen?" he laughed again, the fear and exhaustion getting to him. "Now that I think about it, I can't believe how sick I was."

Anko stared at him in amused disgust. "You're still sick. Don't get enough of that from your wife?"

Kabuto calmed some, thinking about Guren. "We don't do that too often."

"Say what?" Anko snorted with laughter. She lay back on the bed and howled. "Damn, you must get put in the doghouse a lot, huh?"

Kabuto rolled his eyes. "A good relationship is built on love and trust, not sex." He scratched his head. "Well, in some cases I guess. My parents lived off each other's bodies; it was the only way they stuck together until I graduated high school."

Anko became very quiet all of a sudden. "A good relationship isn't built on sex, huh?" she sat up, the saddest expression on her stunning face. "Tell your partner that." She growled with bitterness. "The longest we went without sex was four days. Four freaking days since the moment I walked into that house."

Kabuto watched her with pity. "You two were lovers?"

Anko's head shot up.

.,.,

"We're…lovers."

"Lovers?"

"It's two people who really love each other, only they have to keep it kind of a secret because other people won't approve."

.,.,

Anko grasped her mouth, shaking at the word. She turned a glare on Kabuto, hate in her dark orbs.

"Don't say that word again."

"Which one?"

"The "L" one! Don't…" she shook her head, wanted to forget her dear brother. "Yeah, Orochimaru and I were…intimate." She tried to laugh the pain off. "I came from a religious orphanage where I was told things like sex and profanity were the devil in disguise. Yet, I never felt anything when I did it with him; it just seemed normal. And I've cursed every cuss word in the dictionary so…" she laid back down "I'm pretty much going to Hell."

"No." Kabuto reassured her. "Orochimaru and I are the ones going to Hell; you've suffered enough in this lifetime as it is."

Anko turned on her side and stared at him. Every word that came out of his mouth seemed sincere, but was Kabuto really the Devil in disguise and was deceiving her with false words and promises like Orochimaru had? His eyes…they were so much different than Orochimaru's or the Queen of Hearts that she always carried with her. They held so much pain, but so much love that they were willing to give to anyone.

"Maybe you'll get lucky." Anko said. "You might be able to skip Hell altogether."

Kabuto stared at her, his tired head being held up by one head while the other rested in his lap. He was still lost in her image and every other aspect of her.

His mind wondered to Orochimaru. He had stolen her from him and he felt more betrayed from that than anything. He fell for Anko while he was blowing the heads off of her brothers. It was unfair. He had used her and fed her lies to make her hatred for him alone intensify.

He stood and walked to her cautiously.

She looked up at him curiously. She looked into his eyes once more. They weren't like the Queens or Orochimaru's, they were like hers. They were sad because of the tragedy they had seen, but were alive with the happiness that they had glanced at.

"I'll follow you anywhere." Kabuto whispered, mainly to himself because Anko could never feel the way he felt about her.

Anko's thoughts paused. She realized now why she couldn't find it in her heart to kill him. She couldn't kill family, and Kabuto was just like Itachi in every aspect.

While she was lost in thought, Kabuto took the chance to plant a light kiss on her lips. It was a friendly, pointless kiss, but it met so much to him to be able to finally feel some part of her after all this time. He could smell the strong smell of alcohol radiating off her lips and pulled back. "Goodnight Anko Uchiha."

Anko grasped the back of his neck and kept him from moving.

He was staring at her in fear because the only time she ever touched him was to bring him some kind of pain. But her touch was calmer this time, as if she didn't want to cause him harm for once.

"Anywhere?"

He stared at her, his head spinning due to being held upside down. "…yes."

She sat up, her hand still securely on him. "Kabuto Yakushi, give me one reason to not snap your neck right here and now."

He looked more scared that moment than he had all day. "I…"

She smiled darkly. "Well?"

He met her eyes, the eyes that were just like his. Counting his blessings, he leant down and slowly kissed her again. He tasted the liquor in her mouth and kissed her harder.

She allowed herself to feel it this time. She let herself taste the lips of a killer. The killer she hated, or thought she hated anyway. He was different than Orochimaru in this way. Orochimaru didn't allow her to enjoy the time they spent under the sheets. He simple got what he wanted and left her alone to clean herself up. But Kabuto was taking his time, gaining pleasure for himself but also giving her satisfaction.

He pulled back once more, panting lightly and staring at her hazy face. "Anywhere." He took her again this time, forgetting entirely about the hate she possessed towards him and how close to the gun he really was.

Anko however, didn't stop him. He made her feel something she didn't feel when she was around Orochimaru. She felt…alive. And unused.

He pulled back from her mouth and dared to venture down to her throat, kissing it lightly and rubbing his right thumb over her collarbone while his other kept a hold on her side.

Anko forced him away from her skin, panting while eyeing him dangerously. She noticed the panicked expression on his face and immediately reassured him. "You'd follow me anywhere right?"

He nodded, slightly confused by her motives. He stifled a gasp as Anko ran her hands down his waist.

"How about under these sheets?"

He stared into her eyes. How serious was she? Perhaps this was only a trap to bring out his weakness and a canny way to finally kill him.

But she way her touch was as she tucked a strand piece of hair behind his ear made him think otherwise.

She made a move this time, slowly and murderously kissing him. She tasted like poison. The kind that took forever to kill you. But Kabuto wanted so much more of it.

"Miss Uchiha…Anko…this…you've drunken too much and you're now thinking straight." To his shock, Anko pulled him down and planted a harsh kiss on his lips. He forgot how to breathe when Anko's tongue shot into his mouth and ravaged his insides.

She pulled back for a moment. "Would you rather have this or would you rather have a bullet in your skull?"

Of course, Kabuto chose the first option.

He tried to take things slow, but Anko was rough and dangerous. He was beginning to wonder how Orochimaru had survived her treatment.

The clothes were torn off and clothing of rough kisses and harsh bites were their replacements. He saw the body parts that had caught his attention all that time ago. He ran his hands over every inch of her, electricity sparking from his fingertips due to the friction he was creating.

Anko felt the muscles of his back and sides. For a retired assassin, he was still in pretty good shape. She explored every aspect of him, thumping him every now and again to remind him she was still able to beat him senseless. Soon however, she became famished and clawed at his length, earning as gasp from him.

"Do it." Anko whispered. She was just about out of it by now and her ability to control herself was shot.

Kabuto could barely resist any longer. These sensations were too much for him to bear. "Let me know if I'm hurting you." He whispered in her neck, slowly giving Anko her request.

She held back her whines as he ventured into her over and over again, his speed increasing. He was still trying to be gentle with her, unlike a certain someone she knew. And even though she craved the opposite action, it was nice to be taken care of for once.

He gave in before she did, the day's stress caving in on him. His mind was in shambles as Anko flipped him over to finish the job but waves of ecstasy washed over him as Anko took over him roughly. He didn't even realize he was screaming her name until he contracted a second time. He didn't know how long this went on, but it ended when his grip around Anko's waist gave in and the hard-core Anko dropped down beside him.

They lay in the thick air, their heavy panting creating a lullaby for them both to fall asleep to.

Anko coughed and edged over to the other side of the bed, as if she didn't want to be near him after that.

But Kabuto wanted to have his way for once. He reached over and pulled her to him, despite her angry hiss. He tucked his arm around her, his chest soaking in the sweat on her back. His other hand ran itself through her soaked locks.

Orochimaru never did this to her. He simply shrugged her off when they got done and handed her her gun when she woke up, usually alone, the next morning.

She hated herself though. She had slept with both of Itachi's murders and felt that she had betrayed.

"I love you."

It may have just been an extemporaneous remark due to his dying pleasure, but it made her so happy to hear it.

Orochimaru never said it. Itachi had only said it one. Her parents said it in a different way.

Kabuto was the first to make her feel loved.

The only problem was that she couldn't tell him she loved him back.