Her touch was hesitant, barely able to keep a strong grip on his wide shoulders, yet his was that of a perfect stranger, as if touching her was a perfectly normal thing to him. His hands were at her waist, creating an electric friction each time they moved up and down her sides.

"We're just dancing Anko." He said.

She gave him a hard look, "I don't like where your hands are; I feel like I'm being raped."

He slid them up slightly. "Better?" he purred, his icy tone sending a wave of shudders through her.

"I believe in you, I can show you that…"

"Yeah," she stated, finally relaxing some. Her mind was drifting into his scent. He smelled very nice, by the way.

He felt her body relax and smiled. She felt lighter now that stress wasn't weighing her down. He felt like he was holding a child again, a small, brilliant child that was so willing to submit to whatever he wanted.

"I can see right through, all your empty lies"

"You're dragging."

Anko looked up at him with dazed eyes. "Pardon?"

He gripped her shoulders and gently pushed her away from him. "You're barely moving now; do we need to slow down?"

"Uh," she rushed as she propelled herself off him. "I…I think I've had enough." She gave as her reason.

He grabbed at her hand and pulled her to him. "I think you're shy, little girl." He sneered.

She gripped the front of his shirt and gave him a dirty sneer of her own. "Well yeah, after all, I'm being forced to dance with a man who's trying to molest me." She shrieked as he twirled her out and then yanked her back to him harshly.

"I won't stay wrong…in this world so wrong…"

"Molest is not the word I was looking for. Besides, you're all grown up now; you're free to make all your own decisions." He pressed his forehead to hers lightly. "Right?"

She could only glare at him for his grip was a lot stronger than. "I'm old enough not to be without you, Sensei."

He frowned at her words, and began a violent process of spinning her to the music.

"Say goodnight! As we dance with the Devil tonight…don't you dare look at him in the eyes!"

She wasn't use to actions like this, nor was she used be handled in such a rough, yet dazzling way. Thankfully, his grip became gentler and she was able to relax against his swaying form.

She kept her eyes on him, every move and every step he made as they danced. He was very good actually; he must have done this a great deal if he was this skilled. She was able to relax now and let her body movements flow with the blasting music. Her entire body was lightless now, she couldn't even feel Orochimaru's touch anymore.

"As we dance with the devil tonight."

He had let Anko go without her realizing it. She was dancing alone, but she was smiling, and acting so free, so much happier than when he was holding her. He watched her free, joyous movements and couldn't fight off the bitterness that sulked in his stomach.

How was she about to be so damn happy despite all he was trying to put her through? Why wasn't she breaking, or numbing over in pain like he though he wanted her to?

He gritted his teeth. Why did he have such a difficult ex-student?

"Trembling, crawling across my skin. Feeling your cold dead eyes, stealing the life of mine."

But then again, that was what he liked most about her. She had a very unstable personality which kept him on guard at all times and the blood in his veins rushing with ecstasy.

He loved making her angry, and frustrated, and fearful of her own existence, but for some reason unbeknownst to him, he liked her smile.

He like the way the corners of her eyes crinkled up whenever she forced a mocking smirk on him or when she was trying not the get mad as Hell. He liked the piercing shriek of her laugh whenever she was trying to hide her own insanity; he couldn't remember a time when she laughed around him just because she wanted to.

He like all those random things about her, but there was so many more specifics he like as well.

"I believe in you, I can show you that I can see right through all your empty lies."

He was human, sadly, and a dirty habit of watching that developing body of hers. A habit he was especially addicted right now.

Anko's hips don't lie. EVER.

During the nights he spent watching next to her sleeping form, he often wondered what it would be like to actually touch her without getting cussed out or slapped. Would she ever allow him to get that sensual with her?

His eyes roamed Anko's swaying form with lust and his fists clenched with anger at his weakness of how that…tomboy could captivate him so much.

I won't last long, in this world so wrong.

Anko was suddenly pulled from her dancing rave and pushed harshly against her wall, her arm hitting the stereo and stopping the music.

She stared at him in livid confusion as he pressed himself into her, panting and clawing at her arms. His face was hidden in her neck, creating a light condensation on the slope of her shoulder that was becoming steadily uncomfortable.

"Anko…" he husked into her flesh.

She stared into his eyes with disgusted confusion.

"Have sex with me."

Anko wanted to pull back but was stopped by the wall. "W-what?" she sputtered, shocked out of her wits.

He responded by trying to pull up her shirt.

She slapped his hand and pushed him away, getting as far away from him as she could. "Are you high? Did you sneak some of Gai's weird food because I can get you to a hospital if that's-"

"Stop talking!" he commanded, coming at her again. He pulled her to him, keeping a secure grip on her arms and turning her to him, his eyes scanning over the body she was so unwilling to share. "You've done this Anko," he spat "so why not let me take what you've offered?"

Anko struggled against him. "I haven't offered anything, especially to you. Now let go of me!"

He tried to simply pull her along but finally had to throw her over his shoulder to better contain her.

For the first time in over a month, Anko was utterly, and unconditionally, terrified of the man holding her. Sex wasn't something she was nervous about doing, but it wasn't something she wanted to just do for the sake of having something to do. She was rather proud of being one of the few Kunoichi's in the village to actually have kept their virginity past the age of sixteen; but most ninja's didn't live long enough to lose theirs anyway.

Still, she wasn't going to give it out to just anyone, nor was she going to anyone take it.

He finally placed her on her feet, only to nudge her into her room. She glared at him as he closed the door to hide what he was about to do.

"Why are you hiding?" Anko sneered, trying to buy herself some time for a plan.

"Privacy my dear." He answered casually, slowly pulling off his shirt and reveling what was under it to her.

He was well muscular, something Anko hadn't paid too much attention too during the times she was lucky enough to catch him without his shirt on.

She was a bit…shy now. Still willing to kick his ass, but shy.

"Keep your clothes on." She whispered.

He tossed the shirt to the side and strolled towards her. "Fine, I'll just take yours off."

She circled around him. "No, you're going to leave my house, and we're both going to act like this didn't happen."

He cocked his head to the side with an annoyed look in his eyes. "You're making this so much more difficult than it has to be." He sighed as he walked to her.

She remained still, but kept her eyes straight and hard. "And you're just being plain difficult." She decided to soften the mood some with humor. "Besides, don't I get a say in this?" she said with a toothy grin.

One of Orochimaru's came down beside her head. "I suppose you're right; do you want to be on top?"

She frowned. "That's not what I meant…" she sighed.

The hand he was blocking her with crept up to rub her cheek, much to Anko's dismay.

"You're scared, aren't little girl."

She clenched her fists but did not bring herself from his touch. "I'm not a little girl, and I'm not afraid of you."

"You're afraid I'll hurt you." He continued, disregarding her last comment. "I'll be honest, I'm not a gentle guy, but I'm willing to let you be an exception, as long as you do exactly as I say."

She looked away. "I don't want to do this…not now…not…like this…" She didn't want to say anything that would greatly incriminate her, but also wanted to get her point across good and clear.

Orochimaru rubbed the rosy cheek of hers, some of his lust bond anger slipping away. His opposite hand slid to her shirt and lifted it, running his fingertips over her goose-bumped belly. He felt her body lurch with an uneasy breath as he rubbed the smooth flesh; poor girl, she was scared to death.

"Don't you trust me?" he cooed in her neck.

She shuddered. Her mind was a flip-flop of different emotions that she didn't know how to control. This was exactly like the delusions she had been having. Orochimaru was touching and she trying her best not to feel anything from it but was failing miserably.

Damn her teenage self and all the raging hormones her being possessed! Why did she have to catch the curse of lust and have it directed at the hot, shirtless man holding her down!

Her hands grasped his bisects, part of her, the "In control Anko", wanting to push him and run like Hell while the other, the "HELL YEAH LET'S HAVE SEX Anko", wanted to pull him close and let him do whatever he wanted to her.

"Good girl." Orochimaru panted as he placed wet, happy caresses over the silky material of her neck. He was at her collar bone when he felt Anko's grip on him become uncomfortable tight. He lifted his eyes to meet her and was greeted with the darkest smirk he had ever seen in a human beings eyes, other than his of course.

Anko pushed him back, causing him to hit the back of his knees on Anko's bed, thus sitting on it. He watched Anko with amused eyes. "Seems as though your bashful streak has faded…"

"Shut up." She growled as she climbed on top of him, grabbing his throat and squeezing it roughly.

He smirked through the pain. "What's this?" he asked chokingly.

She pushed herself up higher on him so that she could eye to eye. "How dare you. How fucking dare you try to control me and the decisions I make!"

Orochimaru flipped her onto her back, pinning her arms down and leveling his angry gaze to hers. "And how dare you try to pin the blame on me. Every wrong move you make, every screw up, is on your own hands Anko."

"But you-"

"What I am doing now is on my own accord, yes, but you want it as badly as I do."

"I…" once again, she was mixed up in her own wants and self-control. "That's not true."

"You can't lie to me little girl," one of his hands released her so that he could use his fingers to trail over her temple. "I can see it in your eyes."

She looked away and started struggle again. If she wanted what he was offering, she certainly was doing a great job of not showing it. Yes, part of her, the part of her that still clung to the Orochimaru she knew years ago, wanted to become so much closer to this man than what she already was.

Maybe this is what she had to do to get him back. Maybe this was the only way for sensei to come back to her.

.,.,.,.

"Anko try to calm down…" Jiraiya reassured.

"No!" twelve year old screamed, slapping away the hand that was only trying to bring her comfort. "I won't calm down until I see Orochimaru-Sensei again!"

The Third Hokage sighed and squatted down, trying to find the words a child would understand. "Try to understand Anko, Orochimaru has done bad things, to this village, and to you. The only thing he can do for you is cause you more pain and-"

"You're wrong!" Anko defended, squeezing the sides of her head together to block out the lie. "Sensei would never hurt me! He swore it!" she gritted her teeth as a wave pain surged through the ripe curse seal on her neck. Fresh tears followed, but she wiped them clean and continued her denial.

"I don't care what you say, I know him, I know my Sensei. I know that he would never hurt me, not intentionally anyway, never. The pain of this mark will go away just as soon as he comes back, you'll see. Everything will be okay when Sensei comes back, everything will be okay…"

.,.,.,.,.,

A tear rolled down her impassive face. The pain never did go away. No matter how long she waited for him, or the amount of the Hokage's and Jiraiya's comfort gave her, or Iruka's smiles that he used to help her cope, nothing took the dark, bleeding hurt from her.

And yet, a month ago, when she saw Orochimaru's dark figure in the shadows, something stirred past the fear and distress she had been suffering from at the time.

Why had she been stupidly happy when she saw him the first day he moved into the apartment complex?

Why did she get excited every time he suddenly appeared?

Why was she enjoying the way his hands were waiting at her sides while his fingertips drummed against her ribs?

Why did she stare at his lips and feel a familiar taste on her tongue?

Why was she hungry to find that taste?

Important questions!

"Kiss me." She ordered the man above her.

Orochimaru had been watching her for some time now and was actually rather relieved to receive an answer. He lowered his head and gave the command a second more before touching his lips to hers; this was the first time she had actually been willing enough to let him do it.

Their actions were slow at first, as if they were experimenting with each other's taste, but surprisingly enough, Anko shoved her tongue into Orochimaru's mouth and ran it over the rough insides. She gasped and pulled out quickly, panting and staring at him wildly.

"I…I remember that taste…"

"…really?" Orochimaru commented, a little dazed.

She nodded and leaned up again, repeating the process with a bit more dominance and roughness.

He rubbed dug into her ribs, running his over her stomach and her feminine abs. he wanted to feel the soft orbs that were her breasts but forced his growing urgency to take that matter slow in case he needed something else to seduce Anko with.

She separated from his lips painfully and started on his neck, making individual red circles on the base of his throat and jaw. She had defiantly tasted this man before, most likely during that drunken night more than a week ago.

In fact, everything he was doing to her was familiar. He had touched her like this before, and in these places. Only this time, his actions were completely controlled, and not clumsy like they had been when he was under the influence.

He enthused his throat from her lips and attacked her with a harsh kiss which she met him with just as violently.

His hands absently pulled at her mesh, his subconscious mind wanting to rid her of the material to feel the flesh that he was well familiar with. He tried to part with her but her mouth was too desperate and clingy that couldn't even pull away to breath.

He finally had to be break away from her by grabbing her shoulders and pressing her into the mattress under them.

She glared up at him with hazy eyes while panting heavily. She gave him a "What the heck?" look and watched with a lustful expression as he tantalizingly pulled off his shirt, showing what he wanted to do to her. She used her arms to help her sit herself up, grabbing the bottom of wrinkled shirt and pulling it over her ruffled hair before Orochimaru joined in to "help" her with the task.

He admired the soft globs barely contained by the mesh brassier Anko wore; there probably wouldn't be much of a difference if he took the flimsy material off, right?

He did this, and Anko was cooperative enough to hold out her arms for easier removal.

"She's nowhere near fully developed." he told himself. From the looks of it, she'd get much larger in a few more years, which he would enjoy when that time came.

Of course, there was no guarantee sticker that he was going to be around that long…

He was knocked from his thoughtful state by Anko's all too welcomed mouth on scaling across his well-defined chest, her hands kneading into his back.

His arms circled around her, holding her to the pleasing position. "You know," he husked. "I never meant for you to end up here."

Anko's lips suddenly stopped and she looked up at him, a question in her eyes. "You mean to tell me that you've wanted to fuck someone else during to times I've had to deal with your naked ass?"

He chuckled, his hands sliding to the rim of her pants. "What I mean is that you weren't supposed to become part of my life after you saved that Tsubaki child."

Anko was surprised that he referred to her in such a way. "Part of his…life?"

But the suspicious Anko took over. "Do you regret it?" she whispered.

He stared at her. He had that latent look in his eyes that was the cause for so many questions to stir in Anko's screwed up head.

He answered her worry with a gentle smile. "Not anymore."

She stiffened as he weakly distracted her with kisses on her neck while he pulled her pants and underwear off. His lips made a wet trail down her body as the garments came completely off, but he continued even after that.

Anko's hands gripped the starched sheets at her sides. Her breathing was harder and tense as Orochimaru moved lower to area no other human being had ever been at. Fear and anxiety filled her stomach as his hands left her hips and the sound of a zipper echoed to her ears. Her words came back when she felt a hard bulge rub against her leg.

"W-wait…"

He didn't seem to hear her at all. He snaked his way back up to her, panting and smirking. He saw the hesitation in her eyes and his features became slightly more concerned.

"This is going to hurt." He said, no use in hiding the truth. "But I swear, I'm going to make you feel so good. Do you trust me Anko?"

Anko's eyes widened and her pupils shrunk to the size of pin heads.

Trust. That had been a word that Anko hated for over four years now. It was supposed to represent friendship and love, a bond that wasn't supposed to be broken. But every time she thought of the word, she felt bitterness and anger.

Orochimaru had screwed his chance of ever gaining her trust again straight to high heaven, and Anko was not willing to risk her heart a second time.

"I don't trust you." She whispered, secretly enjoying the look of astonishment on his features. She smirked, "But I really, really, REALLY, want to feel you right now." She arched up, gasping at the feel of his erection rubbing against her. "Just…" she cocked a sarcastic smirk. "don't lose your self-control, k'?"

He smirked, leaning down and running his lips on the side of her neck one last time. "No promises."

He slowly glided in, keeping his hands at Anko's waist to keep her from thrusting around. She was suddenly a lot smaller than him, something he hadn't thought about despite her being a seventeen year old girl; he had to be gentle if he wanted this to work out properly.

She tensed a form of pleasure that was vaguely familiar to her spreading all over her slick body. It wasn't until Orochimaru pressed into her innocence that she felt heaviest pain she had ever experienced. That pain became greater until Orochimaru was completely inside her.

She wrapped her legs around him, trying to hide that weakness; even naked she wouldn't show him any less dominance.

"Ah," he wheezed. "Does that hurt little girl?"

She clawed his waist as punishment for his arrogance. "I'm about to make something else hurt…" she growled through her clenched teeth.

His chuckled rumbled through her chest. "Just relax."

She complied, really wanting this feeling to go away. But as it did, Anko realized what she was giving up. She was giving a part of herself that she could never get back to this man, a man she had hated and wanted for years.

She wanted to hate herself, but Orochimaru had made his first thrust, and she forgot everything except the feeling of him moving slowly in and out of her.

"I'll be damned…" he muttered.

"What?" Anko asked but not really all there.

"…Nothing," he panted, speeding up ever so slowly. The stiffness of Anko's body was dying away now, and he knew the moment of intense pleasure was underway.

"You're slow as Hell snake!" Anko growled.

He gave her a demeaning look. "I'm sure you know a lot about speed, don't you?"

Anko glared sorely at him and, avoiding the pain of her neither regions, thrust her body up to his, earning a mix between a moan and yelp. "I know a lot about fortes and failings Orochimaru, and I know where you yours are." She ran her tongue on the edge of his ears. "And I intend to use them to break you."

He slammed her down into the sheets, earning a pained gasp from her. "Sorry to disappoint you darling, but I'll be doing the breaking tonight." With those words out, he began a rough pace in her tight depths, ignoring the mews of pain from her.

He felt to relieved, it had been years since he had done this, the last time being with his wife, Anna, and the experience itself had been a new level of dull. She bold enough to rule an entire country yet the poor girl was so nervous about commiting herself that it took him almost an hour to get her wedding dress and another two hours for him to actually get inside her. He spent his wedding night very unsatisfied and empty.

He actually laughed at this; he was having sex with a feisty seventeen year old yet he was imagining his dreadful experience with his ex-wife, now that's sick!

He sped up his thrusts even more to clean the image of the rosy cheeked and blue eyes woman from his mind. Anko was gripping him so tightly now, he was honestly starting to get a little worried about her, and yet, it felt good to have his little girl cling to him again.

Everything felt good right then.

Anko was moaning under him, finally getting pleasure out of all of it.

"Ah…uh!"

He leaned down and husked in her ear, "It feels good, doesn't it?"

Anko could barely manage a nod, let alone a word of any form.

Sex was a medicine that numbed out her reflexes and senses. It erased all her thoughts and paused all her worries for that short time.

"Well?" Orochimaru demanded, forcing her hips up higher and gaining a lovely wail from the girl.

"Yes…" she replied hoarsely. "Yes you son of a…it feels…so good…"

He smirked, loving this new game. "And no one, on one Anko, is ever going to be able to do this to you, are they."

"N-n-no…" she gasped, her hips lifting to feel him even more.

"You sure?" he played. "What about Iruka," he said the boy's name with bitterness. "I'm sure he could do a little something for you-"

"Why the Hell are you thinking about someone else having sex with me?" she demanded. "That's beyond sick, especially when you're…" she didn't have too much strength left and had to save what she could. Besides, she knew Orochimaru well enough that he'd finish what she was about to say.

"Fucking you?" he finished, per Anko's premonition.

"Ugh…"

He felt a hot fire twist in his stomach; he'd be reaching his peak very soon. He panicked some, not entirely sure how he wanted to cut this off.

Sadly though, he didn't have too much time to plan for Anko's body went slack under him and a hoarse yell left her throat.

He felt a wet substance leave her folds and cover him, causing his climax to come too soon.

"…Damn it…" he yelled, his subconscious mind taking control and forcing him to pull away from her strangling depths and release a blanket of warm seed over her thighs and lower abdomen.

Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight. Don't you dare look at him in the eye, as we dance with the devil tonight.

Anko's eyes fluttered; she was too high on ecstasy to really understand what was happening after her orgasm, but her closing mind was able to put a few very blurry images and sentiments together.

She felt the extra weights on top of her disappear with strings of sweat and a new coldness take over. Her subliminal mind told her to panic, telling her that he might just be leaving her. She wanted to put up a fight but she was far too weak.

Thankfully her worry vanished when Orochimaru returned with fresh towels in his arms. He lifter her up slightly to spread the longest on under her so it could soak up the sweat from their bodies and the sheets; he was too exhausted to change them.

He then started the tedious task of removing his liquid load off her smooth stomach and legs. He watched one of Anko's hands lift up to his, as if to help him, but immediately fall back down from fatigue. He smirked, and tossed the soiled rags to the side to deal with in the morning. He then laid his stiff body down beside hers and gathered the lights sheets that had been spared thanks to Anko's untidiness.

She was staring at him, unable to take her eyes off the man who always managed to take everything away from her. Something told her that she was going to feel a great deal of bitterness in the morning, but it didn't seem to matter more than the arm he had wrapped around her shaky waist.

Sensei was back, and she would find some way to keep him.

Hold on, hold on.

.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.,.

They had been resting for well over half an hour when something sprung Anko awake.

"Hey, isn't your birthday a few days away?"

Well, that's how Anko lost her virginity in my story. *-_- yeah, I may go back and re-write this just a little bit, but I am satisfied for the time being.

By the way, I DID NOT STEAL THIS FROM ISKYE'S STORY! I SWEARS IT! Although, the little nut has been an inspiration to me…

I know EXACTLY what I'm going to do for the next chapter so maybe my awesome readers won't bombard my house for another chapter!

'^-^ hi guys…