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You and me, we're the same
Asking for more
More than the numbing existence
Offered us all
What did they say? What did they do?
To make you crawl back here
Despite everything that you've been through
You're still right here
Orochimaru, Anko, and Sasuke waited in the medical ward for Kabuto to return their blood tests. Anko and Sasuke were in hospital beds while Orochimaru sat in a chair between them. He was in a worse condition than both of them and yet he thought a new change of bandages was all he needed.
"Smug bastard." Anko muttered.
"Calling me names isn't going to make your tests run faster." Orochimaru responded. Since Anko had become stable, he had returned to his former self: uncaring, cold, and cruel. But his eyes softened every time he looked in on Anko.
She rolled her eyes; she liked him better when he was bleeding to death. "Well, maybe cussing your medical ninja out would work better."
The door opened just then. "Save your breath, Anko, you'll need as many as possible."
Anko paled dangerously while Orochimaru's grip on his sleeves tightened. "What's the news?"
"Sasuke's going to be sore for the next couple of days, but plenty of rest will put him back in good health. But as for you two…" Kabuto was in the mood to swim in a snake infested waters. "Want good or bad first?"
"Just read the damn tests!" Orochimaru shouted.
The room went into a moment of silence. No one, not even Kabuto, had seen him go off like that before.
"Umm…Yes." Kabuto spoke as he fumbled through the papers.
Anko felt someone else's hand entangle in hers. She looked down and saw that it was Sasuke's patched up, IV one. He was glaring straight ahead, but there was complete serenity in his touch. A peace offering maybe? Or perhaps just a way to mess with her, a hobby that would never die with any or the people she had become acquainted to?
His hand retreated as soon as the eyes turned back to them.
"You and Orochimaru do have a taste of blood poison and your shares of mental instability."
Anko laughed. "Late diagnoses on the last part there, four eyes."
Orochimaru smiled slightly, it was good to have the Anko he knew best back.
"Anko." He warned gently.
She shrugged and paid attention.
"And there's the issue with the large amounts LSD you both have been consuming for the past couple of weeks." He stated gravely. "I'll have to subscribe you both Ipecac to get what's left in your systems out."
"Sounds simple enough." Anko said as she threw the covers off of her.
"Where do you think you're going?" Kabuto demanded.
"I'm not sleeping in here." She said as she tried to stand on her needle-pricked legs.
"Well, you're not going off alone either." Kabuto stated, getting in front of her to block her way.
"Move it, four eyes." She growled dangerously.
He pulled out a syringe filled with a blue substance. "Do I have to force you?"
She scoffed. "You trying to play Orochimaru all of a sudden? Trying to make me do things I rather die than do?" A hand clamped down on her shoulder.
"That's enough Anko." Orochimaru's silky voice commanded. He held out a hand to Kabuto. "Go get the Ipecac; we'll start taking them tonight."
Kabuto nodded and shot Anko one last dirty look before returning to the medicine cabinets.
Orochimaru sat down on Anko's bed and pulled her beside him. He was so tired.
"You'll need to take two a day, right before you eat." Kabuto instructed as he handed Orochimaru the bulky bottle. He opened them immediately and popped out four yellow capsules, putting two in his mouth and handing the others to Anko.
She stared at them hesitantly; she really loathed the idea of going down that road again.
"Trust me; you're not going to get addicted to these after the first day." Orochimaru reassured her.
She rolled her eyes and swallowed the pills just to satisfy him.
"Very good." He commented. He stood up carefully "I'll be turning in now. Come along, Anko." He sounded so passive now, as if the happenings of that night hadn't happened at all. This caused an angry fire to settle in Anko's stomach. She reached behind her and grabbed her pillow, the only weapon she could get to, and smacked it over his head.
"What the hell is up with you?" she screamed at him. "You're acting as if you just weren't about to die, like everything that Itachi did to us didn't happen!"
"Not here, Anko-"
"Fuck you! I don't care what your fucked-up subordinates think of you or me! Let them hear me cuss you out for all I care! Now get me a damn-" his hand clamped over her mouth to quiet her.
"I said…to be quiet." His hand lifted from her mouth and switched to run possessively down her cheek. "The only I'm staying this calm…is so that I don't go down stairs and tear Itachi to pieces." He took in a deep breath and let the images of Itachi pass through his mind. "Now, will you please cooperate with me for once?"
Anko's awful stare faded and she shook her head solemnly.
"Fuck you." Orochimaru returned harshly.
Kabuto didn't conceal his surprise as he walked past him. It was rare that he saw his master show so many emotions like the way he just had seen. Was he actually falling for that demented, unbearably loud, sorry excuse for a woman?
He stared at Anko for a moment. "Are…you…" he didn't finish for Anko walked out of the room, probably to follow Orochimaru.
"Jesus…" Kabuto groaned while pinching his nose skin. "Am I the only humane person left in this God forsaken place?"
"Probably."
Kabuto glanced to the side to see a very impassive Sasuke staring at the ceiling. "We're all starting to lose out minds, you're all that's left."
Kabuto stared at him strangely. "Pain killers must be setting in," he thought. He cleared his throat and began to gather his charts. "Try to get plenty of rest, I'll check in on you again in a couple of hours." He turned off the light as he left, leaving Sasuke in the dark. But the young Uchiha was already use to it.
"We're all going insane…Big brother…Why did you have wait this long to lose your mind?"
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Anko's finger, slick with vomit, slid easily out of her throat, the reminders of the Ipecac spiraling down the drain of the kitchen sink. She turned and her eyes searched the room franticly as she wiped the vile off of her mouth. She knew what she needed, knew what she wanted for once in her life.
She began rummaging through cabinets and draws for pills, a knife, anything that would kill her.
"Come on, come on!" she screamed. She couldn't do it anymore. Life had become too much of a bitch for her to bear and she needed an escape. She didn't want to feel the anger, the sadness, and the fear anymore. She didn't want to see Sasuke's hate ridden face or Itachi's dead one. She just wanted the darkness, salvation.
"Damn it all!" She screamed. All the knives had been removed from the kitchen and hidden much to her dismay. She gasped when she felt a cold presence behind her. "Sad isn't it?"
Her eyes went wide at the familiarization of the voice. It wasn't Itachi's this time, thank God, but his just as insane partner, Kisame.
"Sorry if I'm a disappointment, but Itachi won't be joining us anytime soon." His eyes narrowed by his smirk remained. "You and Orochimaru made sure of that!"
She slid down the cabinet and started beating the sides of her head with her hands.
"No, no, no, no!" she cried over and over again. "I don't want to go through this again!"
She shuddered and shook and did whatever she could to make the nightmare go away. She was so caught up in her own self-destruction that she didn't notice Kisame kneeling to her level. She felt something nudge her knee and peaked to see Kisame holding out a brown, liquor bottle.
"Try this." He offered seductively.
She looked at him in horror. His clothes were torn to shreds and his skin was now a reddish color from all the blood he had lost; it was strongest around the corners of his mouth. He had the same, crazed look in his eyes Itachi had. He felt so cold…
She squeezed her eyes shut and covered her ears. "GO AWAY! GO AWAY! GO AWAY!"
The coldness was suddenly gone, an indication to open her eyes.
She signed slightly when she saw that there was no sign of him. She began to stand and her toe nudged a cold, smooth object. She gasped when she saw that it was the liquor bottle. She shot to her left where Kisame was sitting at the table.
"The medicine that prick Kabuto gave you isn't supposed to be mixed with alcohol for safety purposes…but that's not going to a problem to us after a few minutes." He stood, but didn't approach her. "One more time, Anko…Give Orochimaru's death one last try."
She shook her head. "Please…I…I don't want to…"
The bottle was suddenly shoved into her hands. "Orochimaru is rearranging the bed from Sasuke's…incident. But the knife that you've kept hidden is still there."
"No!" she screamed at him, shoving the bottle back into his arms. "I won't do it, I won't hurt him again! I…I love him too much."
"Love is a very disturbing thing, that's why I for one never messed around with it." He commented. "And besides, Anko-chan, he probably doesn't feel the same about you."
"That's not true."
"I was given the honor to stand in Orochimaru's presence once before, so I have a basic idea of what he's like." He edged closer. "You're having your doubts too, aren't ya?"
She could only stare at the floor. Deep in her mind, she knew that Orochimaru hated her. And in her heart, she knew that, even if he did care somewhat about her, he could never truly love.
This time when Kisame placed the bottle in her arms, she gripped it tightly.
"Thatta girl, get a sturdy drink and finish the job." His scaly skin cut into her cheek. "Make Itachi proud."
Anko blinked and he was gone. Her entire body was shaking but she somehow had enough control to open the liquor bottle and lift it to her lips for an experimental taste. Sake. Hadn't had that in a while.
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Orochimaru looked up from the sheets he was changing to see a stumbling Anko enter into their room. Her eyes were dazed, and face was slightly flushed. She stepped closer to him and he winced as the scent of hard spirits hit his nostrils.
"Ello." She slurred. Yep, she was a drunk.
"Anko, you should know by now not to drink alcohol while on medication." He scorned.
"Oh…Shut up, snaky." She combated while staggering to the bed. She was so drunk that she didn't notice the dark blood stains on the mattress. She moaned and started twisting and rolling around to get into a comfortable position.
Orochimaru rolled his eyes and laid down the now silent Anko. He stared at her back and felt the urge to speak to her, but didn't have the right words put together. So many emotions were running through his being, some he was so use to like pain and emptiness, others he hadn't coped with in years, attachment to another person
"You know," Anko said suddenly. "I actually didn't want to kill you tonight."
Orochimaru frowned and remained silent.
Anko secretly clutched the blade Kisame had warned her about. "I wanted to beat the hell out of you, yeah, but killing you was not in me." She turned to him, not thinking about concealing her weapon.
He stared at the gleaming blade impassively. "Do you still feel that way, Anko dear?"
Her barely there eyes stared into his. "I want you to feel what you put me through every day." Her next actions were very slow and shaky, but she managed to straddle Orochimaru and unsteadily press the knife to his neck. "I said once…that if I was interested…in having sex with you…that…I'd do something like this…right?"
His hand wrapped his hand around her wrist to better steady the object on his throat. "You're drunk. You're not thinking clearly."
Her lips clashed down on his in a demanding way. She coiled her tongue around his so that she could taste something other than the old blood and alcohol.
"Anko…"
She kissed him harder to block out the shark shinobi's voice in her head.
Orochimaru hands began wondering around her waist as he tried to get his thoughts together.
"Anko…" he moaned against his will when her hands slid to his inner thighs. She was getting to a very…specific place and he was still deciding whether it would be best to fuck her when she was sober, or now and get his ass kicked later.
He heard her whisper. "Don't give up on me. Don't be like Itachi for God's sake, don't be like him."
"So this is why you want Itachi gone."
She lifted her face; her eyes were so pained as she fell beside him and took in breaths of agony. "I…need to forget this, Orochimaru." Some of the respect pointers from when she was a child came back. "Please?
He was on top of her now, his hips lightly brushing hers in his own seductive manner. His fingers trailed gentle patterns around her eyes and lips.
"All right…" his dark humor came back. "But I'll be taking charge of this situation." He was flipped onto his back as soon as those words left his lips by the strength Anko shouldn't of had.
"I don't think so." The darkness in her tone didn't belong to her. Her own lips began to plant hard kisses and bites around his jaw and neck to better emphasize the power she could have over him. She lifted her mouth from his skin and picked up the almost forgotten knife. She studied her reflection in the gleaming blade, and hated what she saw.
"You can do it." Kisame encouraged her.
She brought the knife at his collarbone, where the bandages began. She met his eyes and he nodded to give her permission to rip the material off of him.
And she did so, roughly, grazing his skin with the knife's tip. She removed the strips and kissed the muscles of his well-defined chest.
His arms circled around her waist to hold her in that position. Her venom was flowing through his veins, his senses and nerves. And despite how it was killing him, he wanted more.
Her lips were at his neck again while her hands slide down to his pants. He smirked in amusement as her clumsy fingers began undoing the strings. "Going a little fast, aren't we?"
"Just trying to get to the good parts." She husked in his ear as she undid the zipper.
He moaned as she slid her fingertips into the lapels of his boxers and her short nails scrapped his growing member lightly, her tongue moving to his hard nipples and nipping at them harshly.
But suddenly, she stopped, pulling her mystical mouth away from his skin. He was a bit agitated that his happy moment was fouled, but decided to keep his cool for the sake of getting it on with the girl above him. "What's wrong?"
Her dark bangs covered her eyes as her hands lifted from his chest to her cover her eyes.
"Anko?" he whispered.
She peaked out of her insanity filled smile and brushed her bangs aside. "I've never done the next part before."
His eyes widened. "But…"
She chuckled. "You made that accusation, Orochimaru, I never claimed them true."
After the shock wore off, he chuckled and ran his hands up her taut thighs. "As I said before, my non-virgin friend, I like to teach the inexperienced ones things. And there's so much I can teach you, Anko…so much…"
"We'll see about that…Sensei." She mumbled in his lips.
His fingers slid under the shirt she had thrown over the bandages and, after getting approval from her eyes, lifted it over her head and off her arms. Her breast bulged out at him, hard and smooth from the crisp air around them.
She didn't seem to mind when he ran circles around them to calm the urgency to tear the bandages off of her. One of his hands slid to her back and found one of the bows holding them together. He sat up to get in a better position, causing Anko to slide down on his clothed happiness.
Pieces of smiles and frowns flashed over her lips. She kept escaping the world she was in and was able to get a lot together when she returned. She didn't know why she was doing what she was, but it felt right, like she was something other than Itachi's little portal. And it felt good, very good.
Her concentration returned some when she felt something warm and wet slide across her freezing breasts and stomach. She moaned, gripping Orochimaru's scalp carefully so that she could stay conscious to enjoy the feelings he was gifting her.
He moaned and licked his lips, the taste of Anko's flesh free in his mouth. However, Orochimaru was greedy, and wanted to taste more. He pushed her up higher, one arm wrapping around her while the other finished the task she started of removing his pants and boxers, kicking the to the end of the bed so that he was now as completely nude; all for his Anko.
She smiled at him, her nose nuzzling his neck. "Now who's rushing things, hmm?"
His hands gripped her pants, wanting to get them off so that he could get to his favorite part and really teach Anko. Then, he was stopped by her iron grip, so hard that any more pressure would have snapped his fingers like twigs.
"What's this?" he asked her, glaring.
Her teeth gnashed together as someone else's icy touch slid up her back. She stilled a gasp when she felt warm, blood reeking breath on her naked shoulder. She could feel his grin.
"This is a strange method of tearing someone into pieces, Anko." The shark ninja told her. His hand slid to one of her arms, gripping her wrist and picking it up as if she were a puppet. He made it go to her pants buttons.
"I personally don't care how you do this, as long as I get to watch you and…well, just get the job done, okay?"
She let out a frightened gasp as he and his touch disappeared.
"Anko?" Orochimaru questioned when he saw how pale she became in only a few seconds.
She closed her eyes for a moment to adjust to the headache spiraling in her cranium. Her mind was in a fog, but the man who she had her legs over was trying to hold her to the place where lust existed without regret; Orochimaru gripping on her chin made her focus.
She kissed him before he could ask more questions, grinding her hips into his, the urge to feel skin on skin rising in the pit of her core.
"Get them off." She whispered seductively against lips, leading his hands to the waist of her pants.
Still slightly confused, Orochimaru didn't have to be told twice to get the final barrier between them out of the way. He made her lift her hips slightly to get the garment down halfway down those long legs before ripping the rag off completely.
They both gasped; the intense moment finally happening.
She wrapped her arms loosely around his neck; her arms were shaking as she bucked his face into her neck. He cupped her waist gently, his hands sliding up and down her back as he waited for her.
She was dead nervous, the one thing her subconscious drug out that was useful. "You said you liked doing this with young girls, did you mean that you've done this before?"
He planted a light kiss on her collarbone before looking up to give her an answer. "No…Not in this way, at least." He laughed dryly. "I can mark STD's off my list of things that can kill me then."
He traveled up to her lips again where they shared a long, hot kiss.
"I wouldn't do that, not if I knew." He slid her closer to his pounding member. Talk and friendly caresses were awesome, but the human, lust-filled, part of him wanted action. NOW!
He spread her sweat slick legs so that he could enter her easily "I won't let the pain last long, baby." He assured as the tip of him enter.
Anko's eyes widened as a memory flashed across her drunken mind:
"I kill you some other time, okay?"
She didn't have time to relish on the whole thing before the pain of virginity begin lost hit her. He was completely inside her now, moaning and waiting. She clawed at the back of his neck, making rows of pick scrapes flowing with blood.
He held her hips down to help her get better adjusted to the new experience. He himself was trying to keep his own sanity in check. She was so tight that it felt as if his member were being crushed between two moist walls. He wanted to start thrusting, but her moans of pain made him held back, if only a little. "Anko, PLEASE hurry up."
"O-Orochi…" she implored. She leaned her back and let out a hoarse cry of tension. Her subconscious was telling her to fuck the daylights out of the gorgeous man under her, but she couldn't bring herself out of the cloud of pain living in her core.
"I knew you'd chicken out." Kisame's voice buzzed inside her skull.
She gritted her teeth, set on steel to prove him wrong. She gripped Orochimaru's shoulders and slid off of his slippery member, a trail of blood dripping down her thighs as she did so. She waited a few seconds for the needles in her opening to settle down before looking into Orochimaru's pleading eyes. This lifted her spirits some. He was desperate for this. She leaned back down and blew cold air along the edge of his ear, earning a pleased moan from him.
"So…" she cooed. "How exactly am I supposed to do this?" she sounded like an innocent schoolgirl, flirting with the handsomest teacher to get the littlest amount of attention she could get from him.
He growled, knowing her game.
She ran her tongue down his temple and slowly pushed herself back onto him, earning a surprised, but lustful moan from him. "Anko…"
"Am I doing it right…Sensei?" she asked as a pout. His low moans gave her strength enough to slide back off and then on again, this time a bit faster. "I'm going to stop if you don't help me."
"Yes!" he hissed as she gave his member a slight rock to the sides. "Yes, Anko…you're doing fine…"
"How do you want me to proceed then?"
'Stop…'
"Hmm?" she started, sliding out again.
"Anko…" he swallowed a large lump. Orochimaru, the Snake Sannin, the ruler of fear, had his webbles wrapped firmly around his former students' finger. "…Just…fuck me, damn it."
Anko smirked wildly. "You asked for it." She pushed back in with force, grimacing slightly at the fireworks of pain shooting through her body. All for him.
She slowly increased her speed, gaining pleasure for herself as she rocked against him.
His forehead was drenched with sweat and his back gave out as the woman on him reached her full speed, taking his drenched member into herself over and over again. He had always imagined being the dominate one when she agreed to have sex with him, but perhaps it was better to sit back and see what his former apprentice had picked up during the lonely years without him.
She couldn't stop, didn't know how to stop for that matter. Her actions were not her own as she swayed her hips repeatedly over the man under her. Her mouth and tongue swam over his sweaty flesh, but she didn't taste it. He choked out something she didn't hear and clawed her thighs, which she, even though the scratches bled, didn't feel. But she did how ever feel the burns of someone's clad fingertips running over her back.
"Mmm…" Kisame moaned behind her.
"You're not him." she breathed out, clenching herself harder down on Orochimaru to erase Kisame's presence and touch.
"Oh… But Anko, how can I not exist when you're granting so much pleasure?" his lips ran down hers slightly. "I see now why Itachi wanted you so much…"
"…Ahh…AH!" A pressure hit Anko, one she didn't even know was building, and she lost her breath as it exited her burning hips and gripped Orochimaru's shoulders to keep herself from going limp.
Orochimaru wrapped his around her waist and brought her completely down on his length before releasing his thick load inside her. "…Damn."
They stood very still for a moment, letting the last of the pain and pleasure sink in and the sweat dry out.
Anko lifted her head and looked into his glassy, lust filled eyes. She wanted to say something, but his movements on her waist and Kisame's stare on her back shut virtually all her senses down. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she rolled off of him to land on her back.
She was at the mercy at their hungry gazes now, but after that episode, they could take turns killing her for all she cared. It seemed likely that Orochimaru would do so since he got what he wanted, and despite how little she knew the shark ninja, she was sure he'd get his hands around her neck some kind of way.
She opened her eyes slightly, getting a second long glance at Kisame before Orochimaru's angelic face replaced it.
He kissed her lips softly, running his own tongue in her soft insides before turning around to pull a sheet over her lying down on his side. He ran his hand up and down her legs, his fingers making swirls with the liquid left behind.
"I'll repay you in the morning." He said, kissing her temple. "Go to sleep now."
Anko stared at him. She wanted to scream and tell him about how Kisame was alive and with them, but the perfect smile on his face made her forget. She forced her sore body on her side and nuzzled her face into his chest, which he responded to by slinging an arm over her waist. "Just relax now, I got you."
As the exhausted girl slipped deeper into a nightmare-plagued world, she shivered as she heard Kisame laughing.
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