Seconds stretched out for an eternity as he waited for the gavel to fall and a final verdict... but before he saw a twitch at the corner of her mouth before a wide grin. Relief washed over him like a wave.

"Kakashi?" She said, lifting her wrists. He untied her, her hands springing away with relief. "Thanks." Despite appearances her voice was steady - had the tears come from shock then? A bodily reaction that she hadn't quite mastered...

He pulled the condom off with a snap, cringing at the sound and sight, before he saw the bin.

Feeling a little poke to his side, he turned to face Anko. She was withdrawing her foot but he grabbed it and held it in his hands. A flush had crept over her face and she was biting her lower lip again, before it sprang back and with it, a decision.

"Hungry? " Anko asked, almost bashfully, as she placed a hand between her thighs.

"Ravenous," he returned, with a wolfish grin, as he sank to his knees. Taking the foot he had in his hands, he pressed her instep and kissed it. Hands climbed her body, up to her ass and her thighs as he pulled her closer to the edge of the mattress.

Between the valley of her breasts, Anko watched him through half-lidded eyes, smiling seductively as her free hand cupped her breast as he done earlier. As though for him, she circled her auerole with her little finger before pinching and pulling her nipple into a stiff, little peak.

Kakashi knew it, as he committed it to memory, he would be revisiting this night as he jerked himself off for the rest of his life.

Parting her thighs, he delved towards the glistening seam and soon his fingers, tongue and lips burned from her wet heat.

"Oh god," Anko breathed, as she pulsed against his face. Her hands running through his hair, pressing, pulling and pushing. And despite his best efforts she was still dictating the terms of this encounter.

Had she really meant it? Kakashi mused. Well, only one way to find out.

And he was an intrepid explorer, tentatively pressing forward into unchartered territory...as he placed a thumb over her other entrance. Then extending his tongue between her slit lapping up the juices pooling there.

Man, if he thought she was responsive before this was a whole other level. Moaning and writhing, as finally, she fell back on the bed overwhelmed by sensations.

"How..." she cried. "How are you so..."

If only there was a scroll for this...

So he did the next best thing, as fingers flicked quickly through the signs. His clone stood beside him, having grabbed condoms and the lube, his face alive with killing intent.

"What the hell Kakashi?" Anko asked bemused, thrusting a hand between her thighs to stop him, firmly barring the way in.

Nooooo.

"Double-dipping's just poor form," Kakashi offered by way of an explanation. Holding his hands up on the verge of calling his clone back.

Had this been another bad idea?

But then Anko started to laugh. Really laugh. She had an arm around her stomach and the back of her hand shielded her face as she was laughing hysterically. Kakashi risked a look at his clone, now a little less murderous but just as confused as the original. He only raised his eyebrows and shrugged.

Finally, when Anko's laughter had subsided, she wiped the tears from her face.

"Fuck it," she said, looking between them as she sat up and a signal flickerd at her fingers:

Let's go.

Kakashi's clone didn't need a second signal. In two steps he was kneeling on the bed, as he scooped up her face and neck kissing her like a starving man at a banquet. Like him, his clone was still clothed, a mundane backdrop which made the pleasing slopes and planes of her nudity all the more tantalizing and obscene.

God this is so messed up.

As he watched them kiss, witness to the palpable sexual tension between them, he was plagued by jealously. Anko undressing him impatiently, kissing him as soon as his mouth reappeared under the sweater, as it was still sliding off his face. Lips parted, and a glimpse of their tongues entwining, but now they had stopped and were whispering to each other as they shot him furtive glances.

"Kakashi..." Anko reached out a hand to him. Taking it, he allowed her to pull him in. And he was now pornographer, talent and audience member as Anko wrapped her arms around each of them.

Helping the clone lift Anko, his hands seared from the residue of the blows he had rained on her ass and thighs. Anko leaned against him, wrapping her legs around the clone. In seconds the clone was sliding in leaving the other gateway for Kakashi. And man, Kakashi's mouth ran dry at the prospect, a tent uncomfortably formed in his trousers as he touched himself.

"Urrrrrh," he groaned, overcome by relief as he relieved his cock from its confines. Jacking off was a temptation, but instead, he applied lube liberally to his fingers.

"Do it," she urged him. His fingers kissed and circled the pink rosebud between her cheeks, at first shy and tentative before insertion.

"Aaaaaaaaaah," Anko had cried. Kakashi didn't move, as he felt fluttery caress' around his fingers, before he probed her further, gently scissoring. Anko hissed and gyrated but pushed herself back on to his fingers, so much so that the clone had to keep re-adjusting.

His heart raced but it was all too late as little Kakashi had already decided for him. He was gambling now - staking all he had - all they had shared and become -on the chance of having full dominion over her.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," she snapped. "Can you fucking do it already?"

Kakashi's clone was deep inside her, already letting her aclimitase to the new sensations. Anko legs had tightened round him pulling her cheeks apart - so it was even easier for him. Aligning himself before pushing in. Soon he was lost to the sensations of pleasure emanating from cock to the rest of his body. Sliding into her at a glacial speed had felt like one firm, slippery stroke from a satin glove. Though not as soft as before, she was tighter and hotter, and as his clone moved he felt his cock too. It was so wrong, so forbidden to use your clone in this way.

"I'm so full," she breathed. "Oh god..."

Fuck, we're going to split her in half.

"'Stop?" Kakashi threw out.

It was laughable. He was an addict intent on a fix, as if he had any control or agency of his body.

"I... Do... you want me t'stop." Had he thought that verbalising it would give him the strength to see it through?

"Nnnn."

"I... can... stop..." And in that moment, they all knew that Kakashi was a liar.

"No... fuck me," Anko gasped. "Fuck me..."

Kakashi thrusted into her so hard and so deep that the extent of his lie was clear. With the second thrust, his clone joined him and then they were in perfect sync. Anko screamed, moaning and groaning as they ravaged her. She urged them on with her familiar string of expletives and her hands pulling them into a tighter embracing. Her eyes closed, her breath tickled his face as she vocalised the sensations. And it seemed - as she rested her head on his shoulder -the sexiest of sounds going straight into his ear, were just for him.

But no - his clone wasn't at all satisfied with that. Smirking, he reached for her breast, pinching a nipple hard, then using his tongue. Leaving a wet trail around her auerole before he delivered a gentle nip between his teeth.

"Oh god... shit." Anko drove her breast up to meet his mouth.

Game on, bud.

Kakashi's hand snaked round her stomach, tracing a path along her mound with his fingers until he felt the friction of his clone's cock sliding in and out of Anko, threatening to crush his fingers but he found it. They were warring for possession and ownership of the body between them as each staked their claim.

"-Anko," the clone hissed. "Look at me."

Savagely, he grabbed her by the back of the neck in order to bring her face to his. Kakashi watched as the clone nuzzled her, kisses extended along her jaw, then he sucked her lower lip before delivering a soft bite.

Psychopath.

"Kakashi... Yes... Yes..." Anko moaned. "Touch me." Slowly he began to build up the rhythm again.

But his clone was pissed that Anko's attention had not been divided in his favor. The hand that had cradled her head, moved now, clenching her throat, thumb pushing against the dip in clavicle, disturbing the pool of sweat that had collected there. Kakashi watched it break and run in beads between her breasts - her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled for breath. He was being too rough - it was too much.

Holy shit - no!

"You're a fucking slut, aren't you Anko?" The clone barked. "Absolutely begging for this - you little whore."

Oh god, that vile, ugly, poisonous rhetoric as surge of hatred consumed him. Should he call him back? But Anko was so tantalising close to orgasm - so close to being undone...

"Come -" Anko rasped. "Here." The clone, who gave the real Kakashi a look - smug and hateful. Anko cupped his face, forhead flush against his head as lips brushed his ear. The sentence breaking, punctuated by her delicious moans.

"Let's-get-one-thing- straight," voice hoarse, as she pulled his clone's head to one side, the rope of his neck muscles strung taut. Her other arm tightened around the real Kakashi, transferring her weight over. Kakashi's' thighs burned, as he matched his clone stroke for stroke in time, unified in her and as they touched her...

"If you say... anything like that... to me again... I will..." A sharp yank, and a crack signaling his clone's departure - it was too much. And together they were falling backwards on to the bed as he was overwhelmed by her weight and a vivid and violent sense of happiness bursting like fireworks against the backdrop of a star lit night.

Yessssss! Fuck you clone me.

Then the mirror falling, he wasn't sure who had brought it down with them but as the wood collided with the floor, glass splintered and scattered. A sudden deafening climax to demarcate the end of their fucking.

"Shit, " she screamed, as she sank hard onto his cock. There was no chance of holding back either. He came just after her as she ground against him.

Oh god. Yes!

"Ah," Anko breathed in relief as she pulled him out, before she collapsed on the bed beside him, lying on her face as she had been before it all began.

Feeling the aftermath of the crescendo and it's violent conclusion reverberating in his ears, rippling through his body. The weight and heat of Anko's body as she lay next to him, as strange an alluring as everything they had done. Kakashi closed his eyes and a hand crept up to his lower face, but then another kind of intrusion as the scent of their fucking sang on his fingers making him feel even more naked.

"Hey," Anko whispered. "I'm going to the bathroom." The bed sprang up as she left, making him feel her absence.

Wake up Hatake.

Waiting until he heard her footsteps fading he stood up and surveyed the damage. His heart sinking as he was confronted with the material evidence of their fucking. He could see the used condoms on top of the ruined sheets, shards of glass shattered and scattered everywhere.

Hearing the sound of running water confirmed his worst fears. Anko needed to be clean, to wash away traces of him and what they had done and his stomach contracted, sick at the thought.

This is what you do Hatake. You break things. You're a natural fucking disaster. You're torpedoing through resources, leaving a trail of destruction in your wake...

And he was three years' old again, bursting with excitement to show his dad his new trick he learnt with the kunai. He wasn't allowed to practice inside but there was a storm raging outside and anyway he had nailed it!

His dad couldn't be upset with him if he had nailed it. But it had happened in the midst of celebration, only a small stumble which resulted in a kunai being launched along the wrong trajectory and then-

His mother's vase flying through the air and Kakashi trying desperately to reach it, fingertips grazed it but too late and not enough to do anything as he looked down at the broken pieces.

You're not a kid. Act. Do something...now!

Kakashi leapt up, pulling his trousers, glass crunching underfoot. Stripping the bed of sheets, pillowcases he took it all and padded out to the kitchen and binned them.

"Seriously, "Kakashi muttered. "Nothing but tea?"

Selecting the tea she had the most of and the least expensive looking teapot and cup he put some water on to boil. Then, taking out a dustpan and brush, he made quick work of cleaning up the mirror fragments, before making the bed with fresh sheets, dislodging something when he pushed her bed back into place.

Twhump

What?!

Stooping to pick it up he was careful to slip a finger between the pages to mark her place.

"Icha Icha :Tactics"

He re-read the cover again, thoroughly unnerved. It was always an unpleasant discovery knowing that other people read Icha Icha too. There was only so much he could say about the lyrical prose and sophisticated plots - book constricted by the limitations of genre. Porn is porn-right?

Delicately, Kakashi placed it back on the floor underneath her bedside table. Aside from the mirror it was almost as though he had never been there...

You have to say goodbye at least - you pussy.

Taking the cup of tea carefully though it burned he made his way to the bathroom, Anko had left the door open.

"Anko?" Turning in the bath, a frown dusted her brow.

"Uh," Kakashi stammered. "Here's some tea."

As he passed the cup to Anko, who took it without comment for once.

"For energy." Kakashi's fingers probed his pouch, he felt a scrap of fabric that didn't belong there but ignoring it his hand emerged with a food pill, handing it to her. Anko took it and sipped the tea.

"Thanks."

"I'm-"

"You broke my mirror Hatake," Anko said as she sipped the tea, the beginnings of a sly smile behind the cup.

"Yeah..." putting on a grin that he didn't entirely feel. "Sorry, about that. I'll replace it." Anko put the cup down.

"You can replace it if I get to choose," she said as she put her cup down

"I wouldn't trust your taste in decor -" shielding her lower face "-if your fashion sense is anything to go by."

Kakashi laughed, as the tightness around his chest and stomach abated a little. Anko gave him another sideways look.

"Do you want to get in?" She murmured. "You must have worked up quite a sweat."

Anko winked playfully, before she pulled her knees up, as though to give him room. That's when he saw it through the water, the smallest cloud of blood leaching from her body. The curse of the Sharingan as it mapped out the network of spidery- thin pink lines, like grid marks mapping his depravity.

"What's wrong?" Anko asked, as she waved a hand in front of his face. "Hello- anyone at home?"

It was evident in the cuts, the blood, the bruises that ringed her wrists - the sum of everything he had done to her.

There is something wrong Hatake- you.

"I should go Anko," he whispered. In reality, Kakashi was already gone as he pulled the mask up, straightening up, and then louder:

"Sorry, I've got to prepare for a mission."

Yeah, in two days... but how she would ever know that?

Frost had stolen over her face, those lips now set in a hard line demonstrating her displeasure.

"Fine," she said coldly, as she reached for her shampoo, and his nostrils were suddenly filled with that intoxicating scent. And as he inhaled, the atom of a terrible idea took seed: the notion that he should to stay and attempt to thaw her.

"If you need to go-" she snapped, as the lid clicked shut with finality, "-fucking go already."

Well? You heard the lady.