Anko was standing in the middle of the room, when he walked back into her bedroom, the shuriken danced between his fingers.

Anko had been shocked, perhaps by the uncharacteristic display of anger but she was smirking now, as she looked at him hungrily.

"Sure, about this Mitarashi?"

"Bring it."

That was all he needed.

Dffffff!

The shuriken hit the ceiling above her bed - only a diversion. As she looked up he had already made it to her, yanking her trench coat off by the collar, pulled it off hard over her shoulders and down her arms. Kakashi twisted her coat, trapping her hands in the fabric, with a sharp snap her belt was off. Carefully, he wove the strap round one wrist before crossing it and securing it against the other.

"Kakashi Hatake," she murmured amused, testing the ties. "I had no idea."

"Well kid," he deadpanned. "They say everyday's a school day."

With that, he put a foot behind hers and shoved her hard. Landing heavily on the double-bed, she managed to push herself into a seated position, leaning against the headboard. Unzipping his flak jacket, he dropped it on the floor, landed with a muffled thunk weighted down by his weapons.

Her bed was flanked by two bedside tables. Taking the bottle of sake, she removed the stopper with her and poured herself a drink.

"To learning," Anko said, as raised her cup to him and took a sip.

Kakashi circled the mirror taking a look at the back, it was huge, almost reaching from floor to ceiling, way too large for the room. Lifting it off the prop, he pushed it towards the bed...

"What's the mirror for Anko?"

"Mirror's reflect things Kakashi," a smirk lingering on her face, knowing full-well that she hadn't given him the answer he wanted.

There was definitely a call for an attitude adjustment tonight.

[Note: Don't read the rest of chapter and the next chapter if you don't like lemons]

Leaving the mirror at the foot of the bed, he stood up straight towering above her.

"Aaargh!"

In an instant he had caught Anko's foot, and with one hard yank, he pulled her down the length of the bed. Sake splashed her and the bed as she dropped her glass which clattered on the wooden floor, rolling around in a circle until it had lost momentum.

"Shit," Anko breathed, looking at him with wide-eyed curiosity.

Kakashi dropped a knee on the bed, cradling her foot against his crotch and unclasped her shoe and letting it drop. Releasing the foot, Anko had pulled it back as though thinking of getting leverage.

"Anko," Kakashi hissed as he took the other shoe off. "Just don't."

"Just don't what?" Anko asked, feigning innocence, as she arched her foot, and he felt her toes flexing against his balls.

Does she actually have access to my spank bank?

Anko wriggled her toes again, causing Kakashi to groan and close his eyes.

"Dealer's choice remember."

Kakashi stepped off the bed, allowing her foot to fall redundant. He stepped round the bed approaching her from another angle, grabbing her bound wrists he pulled her forwards on her knees until she was at the edge of the bed facing herself in the mirror.

Kakashi knelt behind her, straddling her lower legs, hands skimmed her torso as he raised her arms. As he discovered the ridge which revealed a contraceptive implant... a spike of misplaced jealousy and curiosity pricked him.

You don't own her...

"Higher," he barked. Yanking the strap until her wrists were up and over her head, resting against her neck. Kaskashi brushed her fingertips with hers, still warm...he pinched her hand and she responded by Anko staring at him in the mirror.

"Do you like watching yourself being fucked?" He snarled.

"Yeah," She murmured, as she arched her back, pulsing her ass against his crotch. "I like watching."

Oh Anko, you little minx.

Fighting the urge to just throw her down and bang her brains out Kakashi pulled his crotch back away and pressed the back of her knee with his sharply.

"Shiiiit," Anko cried, shooting up into an upright position . At this distance the mechanical tick of her watch, reverberated in his ear. Unclasping the strap he tossed it on to the bedside table, it bounced into her open drawer, getting lost amongst many other items of interest.

"Well every day is definitely a school day," he growled, surveying the drawer.

Kakashi pulled out her hair clasp, and strands of her hair fell between them. The mask had been discarded as he rubbed his nose against her neck, at her ears drinking in that scent that made him so desperate to do bad things to her. Blunt fingernails raked her scalp, gently he wound her hair round his hand, twisting it into a long rope. Anko's eyes were closed, luxuriating in the sensation as delicious moans escaped from her perpetual pout.

Without a warning he pulled her hair tight, exposing her throat and her neck.

"Aaaaaarrrhh!"

But then Anko opened her eyes and returned his gaze unflinchingly, lips curved into a wide grin as the blade the edge of the kunai as gently as he would with his finger, he tucked her hair behind her ear.

"Nervous?" He whispered into her ear, as the point rested against the tick of her pulse, quickening at the introduction.

"Who's nervous?"

Anko licked her lips, then her mouth was drawn into another pout.

"I'm not so heavy-handed Anko."

Has she remembered? Yes, a surge of satisfaction as he saw her biting back a response. Dragging the flat of the blade, the tip of the kunai whispered along her clavicle, a delicate pink line appearing like a streak of color on canvas.

"You're overdressed."

"Yeah?" Anko raised her eyebrows. "Are you going to do something about it?"

"What do you think?" He muttered, his voice low and dangerous.

Pulling the strap, tightening the ties round her wrists, made her gasp with the pain as her hands, shoulders pulled down passed the point of comfort. Fingers brushed hers as he tested her circulation again and yes... still warm. Unbuckling her skirt, he tossed it on the floor, making the metal from the clasp clatter on the floor.

Where was the zip then?

"Shall I give you a clue?" Anko smirked, more than amused.

"No need, sensei," he sneered, with another tug on the strap. "I'm a kinesthetic learner."

The laugh on Anko's lips died with the first first cut at the fabric at her waist along her spine. A modified chidori allowed him to tear through the fabric as easily as a feral dog tearing a newspaper to shreds. It was the noise that lent itself to the sense of violence most.

"Fuck Kakashi," she panted, but recovering quickly. "I'll send you the bill for that- shall I?"

The kunai flashed, then again and again and again before he could pull off the remains of her bra. Emerging from the torn material, were breasts tipped with pretty, pink nipples studded with metal bars.

"Frrrrssssh," he hissed, as his hands filled themselves with her breasts, Anko's nipples stiffening between his gloved fingers - delicate pink nestled against the stark black.

"Yes," she moaned, arching back allowing him better access to her body.

Kakashi was losing it - barely coping with the reality of her body, so much better the imaginary Anko who teased and tormented him in the early hours of the morning as he milked himself insensible.

The need to know all the secrets of her body drove him on as hands ghosted over her skin, until finally he docked his thumbs in the dimples above her ass that had so enthralled him.

"Why do you bother with underwear?" Kakashi hissed, as he fingered the thong. "These can't be doing much."

"I-'ve-never-had-complaints-before-" Anko whispered. A few flicks of the kunai and they were gone.

Flipping the kunai, so blade now nestled in his palm and the loop at the handle an extension of a finger, to stroke the wisps of downy hair of her mound.

"Aaaah," Anko shuddered, as the cold steel kissed her lips, circling her but he saw it, her legs parting in invitation.

So hot… so wet...

Anko leaned against him, shuddering from the effort of maintaining the position, as a stream of curse words dropped from her lips.

Don't get distracted Hatake.

So he concentrated on the rhythm of slick circles, edging her to the apex before orgasm.

"Yes..."

"Yes..."

"Yesss..."

Close.

"Yesssss..."

Now.

"Such a prick," she spat, as he cruelly snatched his hand away but Kakashi only chuckled softly. Discarding the kunai, he slowly peeled off gloves now soaked by her arousal.

Pulling her hands back over her head pinning them against her chest so she couldn't move. Kakashi held her face, as he forced her to meet his gaze in the reflection.

"You drive me fucking crazy Anko Mitarashi," He growled in her ear, lips brushing her neck, a faint coppery taste on the tip of his tongue.

"Do you know that? "

"Well, shit," she breathed. "I'm sorry to have offended you princess."

"You will be sorry."

"Arrrrrgh!"

If Kakashi hadn't been holding her round the waist she would have been pitched forward from the force of the slap to her ass.

"I want an apology for everything you have done to piss me off. Do you understand?"

She hadn't answered him, so he gave her another slap to the other cheek, palm slightly cupped amplifying sound on impact. Tears had sprung to her eyes but then...

"Yes."

"This is for that excuse of a dress-"

Another slap rang out on her thigh, as the reverberations tore through her, he knew resonating worst at her sex. But she said nothing using her bound wrists to support herself. Anko's gaze did not leave him as she stared at the reflection so Kakashi adjusted his position to conceal the placement of his hand.

"This is for taking on Tiger alone-"

A backhanded slap now on the joint between thigh and ass.

"This is for your potty mouth-"

And Kakashi mixed the real hurts and grievances with the slightest infractions until Anko's ass sang red and his arm and hand ached, and he couldn't think or take it anymore.

Did he still have one?

Fingers probed his wallet...

Jackpot.

Anko's head snapped up at the sound of his zipper.

"This -" he grunted, as he slammed his dick home, "- is for your taste in underwear."

As soon as his dick was engulfed by that slick, soft heat, all semblance of control was gone.

"This is for flirting with the waiter-"

"-kak-as-"

"-For pretending to be asleep-"

"Kak-kash-si- fu-ck-"

"-And drunk-"

Kakashi was mining her with deep, exploratory thrusts. So desperate to have her completely and to decimate the memory of anyone else. The pounding of skin and flesh as violent and disturbing as the slaps had been. Kakashi thought that Anko might be crying his name but she was insensible, just a mess of sensations. And really, he no longer cared as her pleasure was immaterial.

"For your terrible jokes."

Kakashi slid his cock out so far that the tip kissed her entrance before another brutal thrust, Anko's hands had slipped forward, flat on the bed unable to keep herself propped up. Kakashi lay on top of her but his pace was unrelenting, his weight bearing down on her.

"Tell me you're sorry," he growled, her hair between his teeth, his lips at her ear as her scent filled his nostril.

"Say it," he urged her before he sucked and licked and bit anything within reach of his mouth. The thrusts became shallow, as he pinned her down with his free hand scrabbling at her tits, her face, her neck beneath him.

"Sorry," Anko murmured. "Sorry."

He could barely hear her over the rush of blood and sounds of their fucking, and grunting but that was hardly the point.

"'I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

As he slammed against her.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm sorry."

Again.

"Sorry."

And again.

"Sorry."

And once more.

"Sorry."

"Arrrgh!"

Kakashi's sudden release wreaked havoc on his body and his senses until the extent of what they had done - what he had done was fully realized.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Pulling out, he watched Anko's body sag as though an essential column had been removed from her body's architecture, but then wriggling away from him she propped herself up on her hands which were still bound, loose hair screened her face.

Had he misjudged it?

And Kakashi was holding his breath, frantically searching her blotchy, tear-streaked face to understand the extent of his colossal fuck up...

"I'm -"

"-sorry?" Anko finished, with a face as unreadable as a scroll in a language he didn't understand.