Hello readers! Usually, I put these ANs at the end of the story, but this will be an exception. There is a lemon in this chapter, or more accurately, most of this chapter is a lemon. This will be the only warning, I won't break the flow of the story to add one while it is underway. I hope you enjoy! As always, your reviews are greatly appreciated.
Chapter 6: For the Good of the Village
"I'm telling you, Kurenai. I have the worst luck." Anko munched forlornly on a mouthful of dango, even the savory treat unable to brighten her mood. "It's always the hot ones..."
"I thought Sarutobi said her reasons were legitimate and well-intended, unlike your own," Kurenai commented with a raised eyebrow. The pair were back in the jounin lounge sharing lunch as usual. Luckily for Kurenai and her wallet, it was Anko's turn to treat them.
"My intentions are perfectly legitimate," protested Anko through a mouthful of dango, her cheeks bulging as she tried to fit as many as she could into her mouth.
"You just want to have sex with her," Kurenai pointed out wryly. Anko scoffed.
"You can join in if you want, I'm sure she wouldn't mind."
"No, but I thank you from the bottom of my heart for the invitation." Anko sighed wistfully.
"I was so close, too. She was practically begging for it." She ignored the way Kurenai rolled her eyes, too busy drooling over both the dango and the memory of Naruko's supple body pressed into her own. "It was somethin' straight out of Jiraiya's books. In the hospital and everything. I was gonna bend her over the table and-"
"Yes," Kurenai interrupted flatly, "I'm sure that you were."
"What a fine piece of ass," Anko said dreamily, ignoring Kurenai's sarcasm, resting her chin in her palm.
"Your ability to objectify women so heavily while also being one yourself never ceases to amaze me," Kurenai said exasperatedly. Anko grinned. She did have many talents.
"And so, I will get into Naruko's pants, for the good of the village," Anko proclaimed proudly, again ignoring Kurenai completely and adopting a heroic pose. Kurenai looked like she wanted to both laugh and cry at the same time.
"For the good...of the village?" She repeated incredulously. Anko nodded vigorously.
"I told you, she was definitely lying to me when I questioned her. Sarutobi was evasive about it, so there must be something going on."
"Yeah," Kurenai said blandly, "Suna is going to attack us."
"No, not that," Anko said, waving the thought away. "Maybe...she tricked the Hokage and has something far more nefarious planned! I, Anko Mitarashi, will seduce this evil woman, and after I have my way with her she won't be able to resist telling me everything!" Anko grinned. It was the perfect plan. She would no doubt earn a promotion for her selflessness. "You can help too," Anko said hopefully. "She'll never be able to resist you in that tight little dress."
Kurenai's forehead made audible contact with the table.
Anko just smiled. She had work to do.
A few days later…
Naruko downed yet another cup of sake, slamming it back down on the counter, barely noticing the potent taste of the alcohol. She wasn't usually much of a drinker, mostly because she was a horrible lightweight, but she found herself frequenting the bar more and more often.
She didn't drink the way she had after the academy, to have fun with her friends. She drank to go to sleep. Naruko swayed slightly from her perch on the barstool, her crimson hair hanging messily in front of her face as her head bowed drunkenly. If only she could forget everything that had happened before. The alcohol helped, for a time. But in the end, she was alone. In a world where she didn't belong. She had given up her own world in the hopes of saving another. She would do it again, but it was a heavy price. She was a ghost, walking amongst the dead.
In her drunken state, she failed to notice someone slide into the stool next to her, until another drink was slid in front of her vision.
"It's called a pick-me-up, you know, not a put-me-down."
"Anko? What are you doing here?"
"Same as you," Anko beamed down at her. She looked the same as always, her purple hair done up in its usual pineapple style, wearing her fishnet and trenchcoat combination. "Getting trashed!" Anko raised her glass, and Naruko indulged her, clinking their cups together before they downed their respective drinks.
"Never would'a taken you for a drinker," Anko admitted, waving the bartender for more sake. "Not that I mind, you're a girl after my own heart." She downed another drink, clearly used to the stuff.
"And I had you pegged for one right away," Naruko said, the words coming out perhaps a little more sloppily than she would have liked. Anko laughed heartily, clapping Naruko on the back. Faintly, Naruko noticed that instead of returning to her previous position, Anko had snaked her arm around her shoulders.
"A little bit of drinking never killed anybody!" Naruko wasn't sure that was entirely factual, but couldn't help the grin that began to spread across her face.
"My, Miss Mitarashi, are you trying to get me drunk?" Anko recoiled in mock horror.
"I've been found out! Now my evil plan will never work!" She elbowed Naruko good-naturedly. "Though, it seems like you did a good job of that all by yourself."
Naruko giggled, swaying slightly before Anko's hand steadied her. "There," Anko said with a wide grin, "I knew you had it in you."
"What?" Asked Naruko, blinking up at Anko's grinning face.
"You laughed," Anko responded. "I can't just leave a beautiful lady like yourself to wallow in self pity." Naruko barely even registered the words as she found herself unable to tear her gaze away from Anko's lips, her thoughts flashing back to the last time they were together. She had tried to push the incident from her mind, but now… Now Anko was so close, and just like before she felt almost powerless in front of her. Maybe, were she to pause and think, she would remember that she was in a crowded public space. Maybe she would remember that she had promised herself never to lose control again. Maybe she would remember that she was drunk, and that nothing about this was a good idea. But she didn't think. All she knew was the sensation of Anko's lips as she forced their mouths together, and the pleasant buzzing of the alcohol in her head.
The door to Anko's apartment slammed open roughly, followed shortly by the noise of Naruko being shoved into the wall just inside. Anko's lips never left hers as she skillfully kicked the door shut, her hands quickly finding their way under Naruko's shirt to skim over her stomach and back. Naruko was trying her best to keep up, kneading Anko's ass through the fabric of her skirt.
They broke apart, each gasping for air, but Anko refused to give Naruko even a moment's respite. In a moment, Anko's hand was at Naruko's hair, pulling down to force Naruko to tilt her jaw upwards. Immediately Anko's teeth were at her exposed throat, nipping down her jugular. She found herself unable to stifle the long moan that tore itself from her throat, and she felt Anko's lips smile against her neck at the sound. Anko's free hand found her breast, squeezing and kneading experimentally. All Naruko could do was hold on, her mind whirling from a mixture of lust, pleasure, and the alcohol she had consumed. As Anko's hands found the hem of her shirt, she had just enough sense to raise her arms to allow the garment to pass over her head, relishing the cool air on her hot skin. Her shirt was discarded carelessly to the floor, and she found herself suddenly rising into the air as Anko picked her up bridal style.
"If I recall, I made you a promise back at the hospital," Anko purred next to her ear, her hot breath sending a shudder down Naruko's body. She was carried quickly to the bedroom, where Anko set her down gently on the soft sheets. Before she knew it, her pants were sliding off her ankles, discarded as haphazardly as her shirt.
"You're fuckin' soaked," Anko observed with obvious glee, settling herself on top of Naruko. As if she didn't know that already. Naruko's eyes closed as Anko pulled her in for another kiss, only to fly open as a thumb rubbed slowly over the fabric of her panties, just over her clit. Anko swallowed her cry of pleasure, increasing the pressure of her thumb. Naruko squirmed, her hands clawing at Anko's back. Dimly, she thought how unfair it was that she was so exposed while Anko was still fully clothed. The thought quickly vanished as another wave of pleasure ran through her, her back arching as she tried to force more contact between them. Anko took the opportunity to reach the clasp of her bra behind her back, skillfully removing it before Naruko even knew what she was doing.
Anko's lips left her own, trailing kisses down her jaw and neck, then her collarbone, finally coming to rest on her breast. She licked over a nipple, the skin quickly pebbling as it made contact with the air. As her mouth latched over the soft skin, her hand began to caress Naruko's other breast, making her cry out with pleasure. It was almost too much, the pressure building deep within her core. Her hands scrambled to find purchase in the sheets, her hips grinding almost of their own accord. Her head tilted back as she screamed, her eyes unfocused and unseeing. She couldn't form a coherent thought, let alone a word. Her body was on fire, an almost molten heat pooling between her legs as Anko set a steady rhythm, slowly driving her insane.
It hit her without warning. Color exploded in her vision, her legs spasming almost violently. It was like a floodgate had been open, and all of her pent up pressure was released. She could form no thought or experience any sensation other than ecstasy, all form of coherency gone from her mind. Her core pulsed with liquid heat, soaking all the way through her saturated panties. Dimly, through the waves of pure pleasure that wracked her body, she realized that she was screaming Anko's name.
Slowly, Anko brought her down from her orgasmic high. Her breasts heaved with each gulp of air, a sheen of sweat glistening on her skin. Her body was limp and heavy, a pleasant tingling sensation lingering in her extremities. Her mouth open and closed as she attempted futilely to form words.
"I hope you don't think I'm done with you yet." Naruko's eyes flew open as her panties were ripped away with an audible tearing noise. Before she could react, the sodden cloth was stuffed into her mouth as a makeshift gag, her own musky taste filling her senses. "Don't want to be getting any noise complaints," Anko purred by way of explanation, sliding down Naruko's body, resting just above the apex of her thighs. "Now...it's time to taste you." Anko's tongue slid slowly through Naruko's glistening folds, making her cry out through the sodden fabric in her mouth. Anko hummed deep in her throat, the vibrations almost making Naruko's eyes roll into the back of her head. She could barely even move, she was so powerless under Anko's touch. And she loved every second of it.
She should have hated it, the lack of control, but instead it drove her crazy with lust. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe she needed this, deep in that part of her she tried so hard to bury. Anko's lips sucked gently over her clit, drawing the sensitive bundle of nerves out of its hood. Naruko's hands scrambled to find purchase in her hair, forcing Anko even further into her dripping sex. Anko understood the message, and slid two fingers deep into her core, made easy by her slickness, and began to thrust them in and out.
Naruko thought she almost passed out as Anko's fingers curled within her, her walls contracting around her skillful digits. She was little more than a hot mess. She was drunk, not only on alcohol but on her own taste. Her body was dripping with sweat, and her fluids were quickly soaking through Anko's sheets. Dimly, she tried to recall if she had ever so aroused in her life. The thought quickly escaped her drunken mind, as did all those before it. They would come and go, but she could never hang onto one tangible thought and keep it longer than a few moments.
Anko's constant sucking and licking finally tipped her over the edge. Her hips undulated as her fingers forced Anko's face closer, covering her with her juices. Her legs clamped down over Anko's ears, and even through the gag her scream resounded throughout the room.
When she finally stopped trembling, Anko lifted her head, licking her lips clean of Naruko's liquids. What she could not reach with her tongue she just left where it was. Anko quickly stood, practically tearing off her clothes before diving back onto the bed. Naruko felt her legs being repositioned, one foot brought to rest on Anko's shoulder, and the other between Anko's own thighs. Finally, Anko was kind enough to remove her panties from her mouth, finally allowing her to speak.
"Anko," she gasped, unsure if she could go another round. And she had been called a stamina freak. Anko just smirked, lowering herself down until their centres made contact, before grinding slowly forward. Naruko's head fell back onto the bed as Anko rocked her hips again, brushing Naruko's clit with her own. Naruko wasn't sure how much she could take, she had already come twice and her whole body was so sensitive each thrust almost sent her over the edge.
Anko picked up her pace, grinding down harder and harder on Naruko. There had been no question, at any time, of who was in charge. Her body was putty under Anko's touch.
Before, she was always the dominant one during sex. That had felt right then, she was the one who took control of most situations, it made sense that she do so during sex as well. But now… Now she was a mere marionnette under Anko's touch, and it had felt better than anything before.
Her orgasm hit just before Anko's, and all she could do was hang on as tightly as she could to Anko's grinding hips. She didn't know how long it lasted. It could have been seconds, maybe minutes, she didn't care. She didn't know anything but the pleasure that coursed through her body with explosive force.
The next thing she knew, her body was being gently guided into Anko's arms. They lay, limbs tangled haphazardly, both panting for breath. Anko's breasts pressed softly into her own, and she found herself staring deeply into Anko's light brown eyes. She smiled as Anko leaned in for a soft kiss, this one far less hungry than the ones they had shared earlier.
"Damn," Anko said. Naruko agreed wholeheartedly.
"Damn," she repeated softly, her eyes drifted closed, suddenly feeling very heavy. The combination of alcohol and sex was finally catching up to her, and she found herself quickly drifting off to sleep.
"Remember when we saw each other the other day?" Anko asked suddenly.
"Mmhm," Naruko affirmed tiredly, unsure of where this was going.
"I'm sorry about that," Anko said, pressing a soft kiss on Naruko's nose. "You know, I was half expecting to be interrogating some big shot missing nin." Naruko giggled softly, opening her eyes to meet Anko's. "How did you take on Orochimaru anyway?" Anko pressed. "I mean no offense, but there's no way you could beat him."
"Of course I can beat him," Naruko boasted, hoping dimly to impress the other woman. "He ran away, is all." Anko chuckled, gently tracing circles over Naruko's hip.
"You made one of the Sannin run away?" Naruko frowned.
"You know, people are really stupid sometimes."
"Oh? How is that?"
"People used to make assumptions because of who I was," Naruko said. Maybe if she wasn't drunk, she wouldn't be so open about her thoughts. But she was, and she felt like Anko was someone she could trust. The mixture of sake and sex had virtually eroded her common sense, and the comfort of Anko wrapped protectively around her made it impossible not to give in. "Now, people make assumptions because they don't know who I am." Her frown deepened. "My enemies underestimate me, and my allies think I'm an enemy."
"Only the ones who don't know any better," Anko said pointedly, pulling Naruko's hips closer. Naruko only smiled, her eyes fluttering closed as she drifted to sleep.
"And then we did it again in the morning!" Anko proclaimed proudly. "And I made her breakfast like the gentlewoman I am, even though she only ate the toast because she was hungover."
"I feel like the gentlewomanly thing to do would have been not to have sex with the drunk woman," Kurenai said wryly.
"That's not fair," Anko protested. "I was drunk too."
"Yeah, see how that holds up in court," Kurenai muttered.
"What?"
"It's nothing," Kurenai lied smoothly.
"Anyway, the village is secure thanks to my irresistible charm."
"Yes," deadpanned Kurenai, "you're a hero."
"You should have seen it," Anko said, oblivious to Kurenai's skepticism. "I totally fucked her into the mattress."
"Please don't describe it to me."
"And the things she did with her tongue!"
"Stop."
"And that rack!"
Kurenai sighed. It was going to be a long day.