Anko awoke with a groan and curled up to the warm object under her.

"Soft…" she inhaled "Smells great…" she tried to press herself even deeper into the warmth, but a groan under her indicated she had reached the limit. "Sorry…"

"…It's fine…"

Anko's eyes shot open and she looked down at the groggy, almost fully naked man she was straddling. Hurriedly looking down at her own body, she discovered that she was only in her underwear.

"AHHHHHH—Ow!" she screamed as she fell from the couch.

Orochimaru opened his eyes and tried to sit up in order to see what was going on but he was brought back down by a piercing headache. "What the…" he looked around at his destroyed living room.

"What did you do?"

The cover over his body suddenly slid off of him to cover Anko's just as naked body.

"You better tell me!"

Orochimaru squeezed the sides of his head together. "Quit yelling."

"I'm not yelling!" she screamed.

"Fuck it!" Orochimaru hissed as he hid his head under the couch pillow.

Anko's eyes went wide at the mention of that word. Could they really have…?

"Orochimaru…" she squeaked quietly.

"Go to another room to scream."

"I'm not screaming!" she hissed. "I'm trying to ask if it's possible."

"If what's possible?"

She gulped. "Could we have…had sex?"

Orochimaru was very still for a moment, as if shocked by the thought. He slowly pulled himself out from under the cushion and stared at her with the same wide-eyed expression she had. He reached out to try and grab the blanket she used as a cover up, but she slapped his hand away.

"What?"

"I asked if we did it, not if you want some!" she scolded.

"I was looking for markings."

"Markings?"

He chuckled "You have very delicious looking skin, Anko; I was under the influence, meaning I could have gone to specific…areas that I was unwelcome to."

Anko's face turned bright red at the thought of the place where that mouth of his could have been.

"Don't be too ashamed." He commented. "I've seen your body once before; nothing really special to-" he was cut off by Anko's hand slamming over his mouth. She was glaring at him, but her eyes also held fatigue.

"If I had the strength right now, I'd kill you. Where's your bathroom?"

"Down the hall, first door."

She pulled away and after tightening the sheet around her tightly, she made her way to her bathroom to fully investigate Orochimaru's theory.

As she was afraid of, there were bright red markings over her chest, impartially her breasts. She shuddered in embarrassment and turned the cold water of, ducking her whole head in it. Everything was cold, but instead of freezing her senses as she had hoped, it triggered a blurry memory that was now far too clear for her liking.

./././.

Orochimaru busted out into crazed laugher. "And then…" he couldn't stop. "Kabuto set the whole base on fire." he slapped his knee and continued laughing, the bottle of vodka shaking as he did.

Anko watched him in amused curiosity. He obviously didn't drink so much that some kind of a tolerance was formed; this was surprising since it was Orochimaru, the man who seemingly had no witness. She gently pried the bottle out between his fingers. He tried to snatch it from her but failed because of his slurred reflexes.

"You've had enough." She told him, drinking the rest down before he got the chance again.

He wagged a finger at her. "You're the one who's sixteen…girl."

"But I have more experience with drinking than you do." She countered. "Started when I was thirteen; never stopped."

He huffed. "Don't you start blaming me for it."

"Too late." She looked at him and grinned, "You just don't realize what kind of an influence you have on people."

"On the contrary, I'm very…aware." He slurred, repositioning himself so that he was sprawled out on the couch, his legs over Anko's lower body. He laughed painfully. "You were right for once; very little tolerance."

Anko leaned her head into the soft couch, staring at Orochimaru with dazed eyes. He looked so weak, so vulnerable…

She grinned and slid out from under his legs, staggering next to him and staring down at him.

He peeked at her through his partly closed eyes. "What?"

She laughed softly and sat down on the space beside him. Her fingers slid into his long bangs, twirling the hair in between her fingers. Her eyes trailed the dark markings under his eyes, and deeper into his dark irises.

"Do you hate me?" she whispered.

He stared at her with a curious look on his face. "Why would you ask that?"

"So you do?" She scoffed, pulling her hand away, but was too drunk to walk away.

He gripped her shoulder and pulled himself up, turning her to him. "Don't make accusations." He said. "You drive me crazy, Anko…" His face suddenly became slanted and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He fell into Anko's chest. "In so many…ways…"

Anko stayed very still as the man breathed into her clothed flesh. His hot breath made her pores open and she tiny hairs on her body lift slightly. She pressed down on his head, holding him where he was. Her mind was drifting in and out of proper thought, to the point where she wasn't able to hold on to control. And yet, she was enjoying it.

His head came up; one of his hands caressed the side of her face.

"Do you hate me?" he asked.

Something twisted inside Anko. After he left, all she felt was fear, and sadness, and uncontrollable anger towards the man running his hands over her. But during the month, he had stepped back into her life, everything she had felt just snapped and fell into pieces. She was fighting with her feelings of him: did she hate him, or was she willing to set everything aside and forgive his myriad of sins?

He did annoy her at times, him and his sarcastic attitude. He always did things that twisted her emotions, that was what made her hate him; that and the fear of him taking out the people she cared out about: Iruka and Ryik (most of the time)..

She was starting to feel something greater than the respect or awe she had felt for him years earlier. But whether it was regained love or newfound hate or some kind of lust, she couldn't make out. She smiled kindly and wrapped her hands behind his head.

"I don't hate you," She admitted luxuriously. "But I really…" she rubbed her cheek against his neck "really…" her lips hovered over his ear, her voice was husky "really don't like you."

Orochimaru's eyes rolled back, his breath coming in as a jagged gasp. His hands slid to her sides, digging into them improper thoughts ran through his head.

"Oh, sensei…" Anko moaned.

Orochimaru's blood shot eyes met her half lidded ones.

"Do you believe me…when I say I don't hate you?"

He smirked slightly. "Honestly, I really don't think you know what you're saying."

"Like I said," she mused, her lips sliding over his throat; something in her mind told her that's were a kunai should be, but she ignored it.

He groggily moved her head so that their lips were level with each other's. Anko stared at him in hesitation. This wasn't like before; he wasn't playing with her, he wasn't even in control; he could barely move at that.

She had the upper hand for once. She could control him. But was it wrong? He was the Leaf Village's enemy, just knowing of his presence and keeping it a secret was a crime in itself.

But, all those dreams, they indicated that she wanted something out of him than just the ability to control him.

She hesitated before pressing her lips to his softly, not moving at first, but just getting a feel for once. His lips were soft, but cold. She felt him respond slightly, pressing up against her slightly.

She breathed in deeply as Orochimaru's arm wrapped around her neck; he wasn't too impaired just yet. She pulled back and met his eyes. She wasn't looking into his anymore. It was like looking at someone you had known your entire life yet didn't know; it was scary, but it was a comfort.

She kissed him again, this time letting her tongue linger at his soft insides. His grip around her loosened and the arm around her slid to her shoulder and pushed her up. She stared down at him in shock, why was he suddenly rejecting something he had indicated he wanted for some time now?

But he showed her wrong when he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her on top of him so that she now straddled him. He then started the process of pulling off her shirt, which she helped him with since his actions were slurred.

His fingers slid under the wire material of her brassiere, exploring the flesh under it before finding the hooks that kept the large globs unexposed. He undid the stubborn piece and crumpled it up, tossing it away. He pulled himself up so that he could better explore her chest with his eyes and chest.

How could someone so young be so well developed and unscathed?

"You need bruises," he said. "Brings out the kunoichi in you."

She held back a snicker as he bit and sucked on her breasts; the act was both pleasurable and painful, but she was dealing with both. She forced his head back down, causing his mouth to make a 'pop' sound as he left her skin, and pulled off his shirt as well. Her mouth explored him; his skin almost tasted like cream.

Her jaw slipped and she nicked him, causing him to hiss. She smirked and began a painful, slightly bloody pattern of red hickeys all over him until she reached the rim of his pants.

Orochimaru was in a sea of pain and pleasure. He couldn't get his actions or his thoughts in order. A buzzing sensation in the back of his mind was telling him to fight but in all honesty, he didn't want to. Somehow, he knew that he wasn't in danger with the purple-haired vixen on top of him.

His eyes almost popped out of his head when he felt her hands fumble with his pants. "Anko, what are you doing?" he managed to gasp out.

She looked up at him with a devilish smirk. "I'll give you one good guess."

Suddenly, his senses came back enough for him to reach out and stop her. "I don't think you should—OW!" he yelled as she bit down on the patch of skin below his navel.

Now that he was paralyzed, she continued her pursuit of removing his pants, getting them down his ankles and tossing them a side.

"I wonder what's down here?" she said partly to herself, but loud enough to make Orochimaru flinch under her. She smirked and was about to pull the boxers down when her grabbed. She looked up with wide eyes as he pulled her on top of him, an evil smirk on his face.

"I'm not as vulnerable as you would like me to be, my dear." He husked.

She gasped as he rapidly threw her on her back, smothering her in the soft cushions and pausing for a moment to let his grogginess fade; he hadn't been entirely truthful about his vulnerability.

His lips went slowly around her neck, chest, and to the patch of skin below her navel that she had been studying on him earlier. His hands rubbed the material of her pants until wrinkles swelled into them, but he was reluctant to take them off as she had done his.

It was her choice. She had the common sense, the ability to sort thoughts out properly, the right to say yes or no. She was the mother, while Orochimaru was the child.

Her hands slid down to his and she waited to see that mocking smirk of his, but all she was greeted with was his bobbing up and down as he traveled over her upper body.

Maybe this was a different method of his mind games, or maybe he actually wanted her to choose.

She was dead scared now. If she just went with it, he'd have something very humiliating and terrifying to hold against her later, but if she simply pushed him away…

She didn't even know anymore. It was up to her subconscious mind to make her decisions now. Closing her eyes, she let her hand trail to his head and push it downwards, his teeth going with it and leaving a small trail of non-bleeding scars.

She wasn't sure what went on after that because as soon as his tongue met her lower body, everything went black.

./././.

"Damn…" Anko gasped. She gripped the sink tightly, trying to control her thoughts. "Why did I let that happen? I was in control, I could have just left everything alone, but instead I…" She felt disgust and vile filling her stomach. "…tried to fuckhim." She covered her mouth to stop the shameful yells from being heard. "Idiot! I'm such an idiot!"

An urgent knock cut off her ranting. "Anko?"

"Go away!" she screamed.

"Anko, pleaseopen up."

"I said to the go away!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. A moment few seconds past and she heard silence. She sighed, thinking she won.

"Get away from the door." He heard him say.

Before she could retort, the door broke in half and crumpled down, Orochimaru flying in and pushing her to the side as he got down on his knees and stuck his head into the toilet.

Anko was stunned as she watched him. He was so…weak, something she didn't think was actually possible for Orochimaru to be. And at the same time, the scene was quite comical to her. Orochimaru, the great snake Sannin, the one who was feared by every allied nation in the world, the man who was thought to be so unspeakably evil that Satin wouldn't want him in Hell, was sick as a dog and had his head in a toilet.

She burst out into laugher, sliding down the wall she was against.

"Get out…" he echoed.

Anko laughed more as she stood; she at least owed the drunken bastard privacy.

After slipping her clothes back on, she went into his kitchen in search for medication. A headache was starting to surface and she didn't want to become the female version of Orochimaru right then.

To her surprise, all of his cabinets where close to empty. There was barely food in them, nor dishes or extra things.

"What is this?" she asked out loud. "Is he broke or he just starving himself and the kid?" A cough signaled her to stop her prying. She quickly shut the doors and turned to greet the paler man staggering in.

"Morning!" she shrilled cheerfully, despite the pain building in her cranium.

"Next time you want comfort, go to someone else!" He glared at her, grabbing the sides of his head and slid onto the couch.

Anko resisted the urge to tear his head off. But after thinking about it, decided that he was getting what he deserved right then and there. Still, revenge is sweet…

Orochimaru flinched as the weight of another person landed beside him.

"So how you feeling?" she asked a little too loudly.

"…like choking you…"

She chuckled. "Not a good idea right now; you don't want to get sick again, do you?"

He glared at her, the word kill flashing in his eyes.

She frowned and stood, turning her back to him. "Spare me your dirty looks." He touched her head, which was on the verge of breaking in half.

"I'm feeling a little out of it myself." She shoved her hands in her pocket and headed to the door. "The food store I bought the alcohol at last night also sells over the counter meds. I'll get us something for these hangovers."

"That reminds me," Orochimaru spoke up. "How did you manage to purchase that when you're still underage?"

Anko looked back at him and smirked naughtily. "Things can be easily taken when the manager is asleep on the job."

Orochimaru rolled his eyes and secretly smiled at his student's delinquent-like behavior. "Of course."

She laughed gently "I'll be back."

Orochimaru sat up and watched the way her hips swirled as she began to leave.

She was only a foot out the door when he spoke again.

"While you're gone, why not run by Iruka's and learn to be a better kisser."

Anko had to grab the wall to keep herself falling over in shock. His voice portrayed that he was trying to make a joke, but the words themselves brought up a cluster of emotions: humiliation, anger, and fear.

She slowly looked back at his now standing form, an all-knowing smirk clinging to his flawless face.

"Oh, you're embarrassed." He implied with a silky, false-compassionate voice. He chuckled lightly and slowly strolled to her, like a killer taking their time to slaughter their victim.

Anko's pupils shrunk to tiny, pin-sized circles as he cornered her. One of his hands slowly came towards her; she followed it to see that it closed the door that she was going to exit out of while the other one spread out beside her head, the other soon followed so that she was trapped.

"Better yet," he began, pressing himself to her. "Let me save you a trip." His eyes left hers and traveled down to her lips, which were shaking slightly. He smirked in amusement "Don't be afraid of me Anko…I won' bite you."

She glared at him through her anxiety.

"Good girl." He said. His hands left the wall and went down to her waist holding them gingerly. He looked into her confused eyes. "…Wrap your arms around my neck."

Anko cleared the lump in her throat. "Not going to happen."

He rolled his eyes and gave her a dirty look. "This is for the sake of the idiot who falls for you in the near future; do him a favor."

"You're about to lose your nuts, old man." She growled, but reluctantly capped her arms around his neck as he requested.

He smiled in dominance. "All right…" his hands gracefully rubbed up and down her hips. He suddenly felt hesitant.

Anko noticed this and mentally smirked in her own triumph "Well, Sensei, looks like you've become a poor teacher during our years apart."

He glared at her and slammed his lips down on her. The kiss was rough, so rough that someone's lip started to bleed and the taste of the liquor of life filled his or her mouths.

She gagged, but could do nothing to escape; he had the control this time, and she didn't have a choice.

Groggy familiarization spiked his taste as he ran his tongue on the moist insides of her mouth. 'I'll be damned; I really did kiss her last night."

Anko slowly calmed herself down, letting some gulps of air enter her nostrils to settle the fire in her lungs. He wasn't hurting her now; he was actually being gentler, as if he wanted her to enjoy this.

Sadly though, she had made that mistake last night and couldn't afford to do it again. But still, he had a very interesting taste…Why not go with it just one last time?

His hands went under her thighs and slid her a few inches off the floor.

Finding the position uncomfortable, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms more securely around his neck, which unbeknownst to her, is exactly what he had wanted.

He made the kiss stronger, more controlling. This was only meant to be a way to mock her, but now that he was craving her taste, it was becoming something much more dangerous.

Anko flinched as Orochimaru squeezed her thighs. Her mind was breaking from the lust cloud and she rested her hands on his shoulders, pushing him back gently at first, but when he wouldn't release her, she bit his lip and finally broke from his intoxicating flavor.

He stared at her with a "What the fuck?" expression, but she simply untangled herself from him and walked to the middle of the room, her fingers caressing her tingling lips the whole time.

"What…" he couldn't find the words to express his disappointment.

She looked back at him, and they shared an awkward moment of silence.

Finally, his signature chuckle broke it and he leaned into the wall beside the door, allowing her to leave.

She smirked slightly and very carefully began to exit again, her eyes on his glowing form the entire time.

"How's your headache?" he said as she got a foot out the door like before.

She rolled her eyes and left him without an answer. But really, she didn't have one anymore.

One most days, Itachi's bitterness had its limits, especially when his current partner Ryik did something hilarious ridiculous or when his almost out infancy brother hugged him when he got home. But on that day, Sasuke would be with his mother all day and Ryik was being held in the ANBU prison for some reason that he was not allowed to question.

He shivered in the morning October air; he hated Fall and Winter more than he hated anything. Well, almost anything.

His senses sparked as a second presence appeared behind. He was a second from pulling a kunai out and jamming it into his opponent's throat when the familiar warmth of Ryik Katzan sat beside him.

"Hey, Uchiha, what's happening?" he shrilled.

A warm feeling engulfed Itachi's loneliness right then, but he frowned at him to conceal it; even he, at such a young age, had pride.

"You're not supposed to be here, are you?"

Ryik laughed nervously, there was fear tangled in his throat. "They got done…early, so I left."

"Liar." Itachi mumbled, but he didn't press the subject any more.

They sat in silence for a very long time, which was abnormal for Ryik always had something to talk about.

Itachi could feel the uneasiness radiating off his comrade; it was clear on his face. "What did those bastards do to him?"

Itachi stood, and for once, Ryik didn't mimic. He couldn't take the depressed look on his face; he had to do something. "You…want to stay at my house for the rest of the day; we're off duty after all."

The words sort of formed themselves, but he didn't want to take them back just yet.

Ryik's face lit up. "Seriously?"

Itachi flinched, was it too late?

"Hell to the yeah, man!" Ryik cheered.

Yep.

The walked side by side to the Uchiha complex in silence, but for once, Itachi didn't want to hear it.

"Anko's birthday is coming up." He pointed out.

Ryik looked at him in shock. "When?"

"Eight days."

"Then…LET'S DO SOMETHING FOR HER!"

Itachi look disgusted. "Like?"

Ryik smirked evilly; that's all he needed to know.

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