"She ran a bath."
"And what are you inferring from that action?"
"She wanted to be clean."
He inclined his head.
"And what does that mean for you?"
"That I or rather, what we had done, had made her feel unclean."
"And that must mean?" Kakashi looked up Dr Rosenmato in anguish.
"Honestly Dr Rosenmato?" A strangled voice, as he rubbed the back of his neck. Dr Rosenmato inclined his head again.
"That what we had done was wrong..."
Dr Rosenmato took his glasses off, and as he rested his hands on the arm rest, as he waited for Kakashi to continue.
"Dirty."
"Mmm."
Kakashi looked at him.
"I know what you're going to say."
"Really?" Dr Rosenmato smiled. "You must often wonder why you are here."
Kakashi laughed softly, but he soon fell back into silence.
"Well Kakashi? Could you be projecting your thoughts on to Ms Mitarashi here?"
Kakashi snorted as he imagined Anko's umbridge at the thought of him projecting anything at her.
"No, I don't think I am."
"You're not associating an act of hygiene with something else?"
"An act of hygiene?" Kakashi scoffed.
"Could she not have simply wanted a bath?" Dr Rosenmato asked, neutrally. "Is it not true that she invited you to join her?"
"She ran a bath because I dom-ed her. I brutally fucked her Dr Rosenmato without her consent."
Kakashi noticed a tightening of his brow not at the change of tone or the expletive but the mention of consent.
So he disagreed with that.
"You do not think she was initiating another sexual encounter or perhaps an opportunity for intimacy."
A sexual encounter? Were they all using the same pop psychology reference guide?
"No," Kakashi groaned, exasperated and exhausted. So he leaned his head back against the armchair allowing the minutes to slip away.
The need for silence was honored and when it was time Dr Rosenmato cleared his throat gently Kakashi knew the session was coming to a close.
"So any other sexual encounters?"
"No, just with Anko."
"Pornography?"
"Icha Icha," Kakashi said, almost apologetically.
Dr Rosenmato smiled.
"Any other pornography?"
"No."
"And have you masturbated since?"
"Yes."
"How often?"
"Once a day, as usual."
"Any other behavior that would be deemed compulsive or of concern, that we haven't discussed."
"Other than what I told you?!" Aghast at the thought that he would be getting a free break.
"Kakashi, remember -"
"Context?" Kakashi offered, causing Dr Rosenmato to raise his eyebrows.
"I have a duty of care towards you first and foremost but also responsibility to the public more broadly," Dr Rosenmato reminded him gently.
"I stake my career on decisions made here -" he said, gesturing round the room.
"I know," Kakashi murmured. "Sorry - continue."
Dr Rosenmato nodded slowly, taking up his pen again but he didn't break eye-contact.
"Do you feel you are a danger to yourself?"
"No."
"Do you feel you are a danger to others?"
"Dr Rosenmato," Kakashi said, with a wry smile. "It's an occupational hazard." Dr Rosenmato laughed.
"Outside of the scope of your role as a shinobi then."
"No."
"And do you consent to your report being disclosed?"
"Yes."
As Kakashi was leaving Dr Rosenmato rested a hand on his shoulder, as Kakashi dwarfed him it was quite a feat. He gave him a squeeze and another smile.
"Context, Kakashi, context."
Kakashi watched from the window as the technician's raced to put out his fireball-jutsu. An incongruous burst of foam - like a snow drift - coating the target area at odds with the sunlight.
Maybe I should have been less enthusiastic, he thought guiltily, as a tree crashed decimating the other targets that weren't on fire. Kakashi cringed. The snap of curtain rings caused him to whip around.
"Kakashi, you're still not undressed?" Said the technician, through gritted teeth. "We're not going to get a good enough reading - so shave."
"Kanai didn't have to shave me-"
"Well- sadly for you - Kanai's on holiday."
The technician shoved the trolley towards him before stomping out pulling the curtain behind him, the chains clanged against the metal rod.
"-10 minutes' Kakashi!"
Kakashi had started to get undressed when he heard someone draw the curtain back.
"What's wrong? Is Kakashi Hatake too emotionally attached to his chest hair?"
Anko was looking at Kakashi slyly.
"Hi..."
"What?" Anko laughed, as she slipped into his cubicle. " You can't think Tsunade has a hard-on just for you, Hatake."
Idiot.
"It's the Ajna - they want to know the extent of damage we've sustained."
Searching her body hard, Kakashi found no signs of the night they had spent together.
Damn, are those her sensible panties?
As she stood in her underwear, he could see that the electrodes had no difficulty adhering to her skin. And he felt his mouth run dry again... Kakashi could see a hint of pink and silver through the lace. Man, if he had an ECG reading now, he definitely would be presenting with a heart condition.
Anko coughed, and Kakashi's gaze returned to her face.
"So?" she said, tapping an electrode on her chest. Kakashi hadn't realized quite how relieved he was to find the frost that had chased him out of her apartment entirely thawed.
"I'm quite fond of these little guys," he grumbled, putting a hand on his chest possessively.
Anko picked up the razor, with a smile.
Am I going to let Anko Mitarashi loose on me with a razor?
"Just a little vacation?" with a little pout.
I am a terrible, terrible person.
Slowly the hand dropped. Anko leaned between his knees, resting her thighs against the bed, now in his underwear too, the points at which bare skin met seared from heat.
Applying shaving foam to his chest, before she pulled the skin taut and made the first stroke. Despite it being a dry shave, Kakashi had expected more discomfort, she was slow and thorough.
As Anko concentrated, a little furrow appeared at her brow, the constellation of freckles dusting the top of her nose, the pleasing sweep of her long eyelashes that made him wonder if he would feel them if they kissed. And a tantalizing hint of her that made him want to take a deep sniff and savor it.
Sniff her? What's wrong with me?
"Familiar?" Anko asked softly.
So she was thinking about that too.
"Maybe" Kakashi murmured, as he felt the heat ramping up with his heart rate. Then he coughed and at unnecessary volume:
"I think you missed your calling kid. You should have been a nurse."
"Me... a nurse?" Anko chuckled. "Can you imagine me in a nurse's uniform?"
...Thanks Anko. God damn it.
Finished with his chest she wiped the blade on a sterile pad, but then a hand had wandered to his thigh. Kakashi snatched up her wrist.
"Where's this going?" He asked, pulsing his grip.
Anko lifted her heel, turning out her thigh as she pointed to the placement of the LL electrode on her thigh. Just a finger's breadth away from her panties.
"Those guys need to go away too."
Kakashi let her wrist go, Anko applied some foam to this thighs, taking off the hair that dusted them. She had finished and was wiping her hand on a sterile towel.
"Should I put them on?
"Do you know where?" Kakashi's voice cracked.
"How hard can it be?" Anko asked, as she tapped her own chest.
He hissed inwardly, as Anko wiped the spot with an alcohol wipe before peeling the electrode away from the packaging. She took her time to ensure they were on properly. And, most care was taken with the ones near his groin, Kakashi noticed before she rested her hands on the top of his thighs.
"Seems like they are on," he said, voice husky. "No?"
"Mmm."
He felt her finger run along the edge of his boxers. And then the quiet rasp of a fingernail on cotton and the warmth of her skin as she touched him...
"So Anko..." Kakashi whispered, as he pushed a strand of hair over her ear. A hand lingered over the blush of pink and steel breaking through the lace
Don't do it asshole.
"What about these?" Kakashi asked, as he brushed the piercing with the back of his finger. "Wouldn't want a false readin-"
Curtain rings clinked loudly, and they sprang away from each other.
"Kakashi, are you ready?" The medical technician looked between them, seemingly oblivious to the intrusion.
"Oh Anko, what a fantastic job!" She cooed, admiring Kakashi's chest. "Perfectly done."
Anko beamed, looking over at Kakashi - the picture-perfect epitome of smug.
"We've overrun. Would you mind doing the rest of the assessment together?"
Yes.
"Sure," Anko said with a shrug.
"No problem."
"Great," she said with relief. "Now just through here."
Anko went first, followed by Kakashi, as he snatched a robe off the hook on the door.
"You know they have modesty robes..." He hissed, throwing it over her.
"Oh yeah?" Anko said, with mild interest, as she pulled the robe round herself, giving him a flash of her ass. "Sure you don't want to keep it princess?"
Oh, just one little slap to that behind...
Short on time the technician talked them through the process of connecting the leads to the electrode pads, and allowed Anko to apply it themselves. The technician handed him a mask like a muzzle which was meant to monitor airflow, he tried slipping it on over his mask when she was distracted with Anko.
"Mask off, Kakashi" she snapped. "You can asphyxiate yourself on your own time."
Was everyone in Konoha determined to unmask him?
Lifting the vo2 mask with a sigh, he pulled off his fabric mask and placed it over the control panel.
"Okay - go."
Kakashi and Anko switched the treadmill on and began to run. They had a monitor each with traced their heart rates translating the motions of their bodies to jagged lines, peaks and troughs which were meaningless to him.
It was a torturous experience jogging alongside Anko. Muscles danced beneath her skin, as sexy as it was strong...and belonging to a body not his. As Anko ran, she placed an arm across her breasts.
Oh god, that body that he had danced with, fought with, ate with, laughed with and slept with- just within arms reach.
Anko turned to him, with the mask on like a muzzle, most of her face was concealed but he saw it - a mischievous wink then -
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
"There's no need to go at that pace Anko." The technician said, frowning. "Really."
Anko faced forwards again and she inserted her middle-finger into her panties, running it along the edge before she allowed it to snap back - a message just for him.
Oh game on Mitarashi.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
"Really?" The technician groaned exasperated. " You too?"
Beep.
They raced until Kakashi's lungs burned, his body dripped with sweat, glistening as though he had emerged from a shower, and with the mask the sound of his blood thundered in his ears and he heard nothing over his own breathing and he could smell his sweat collecting in the mask but soon the reading was complete and they were powering down.
Well, powering down on the treadmill only. The spirit of competition possessed Anko worse than Guy, as they ran through the tests.
"I only needed 50," the technician cried.
Kakashi's arms burned as he pressed on, waiting for Anko to concede.
"I'm not condoning this idiocy," said the technician. "Come now - agility."
"Him first," Anko hissed.
"Now!" The technician insisted, as she rounded on Kakashi crossing her arms. He started to lower himself slowly but as soon Anko sensed movement she had dropped from the bar, rotating her arms and massaging her shoulder and clicking her neck.
Kakashi waited until she had landed down, before he released himself. He pretended to dust something off his shoulder, before he grinned and used the bottom of his shirt to mop his brow.
"Prick," Anko hissed, but with that familiar tug at the side of her mouth. If Kakashi ran rings round Anko on weights and strength-resistance, Anko danced pirouettes at agility.
He had almost choked as he watched Anko lift her leg behind her. Her foot getting higher...higher...higher until she held her ankle behind her head as the urge to do bad things to her made itself known again, fingers twitching at his side. She released her ankle.
"Well?"
Kakashi shook his head, as she grinned.
"Have you finished peacocking?" The technician asked, allowing boredom and the tone of disapproval to enter her voice.
"Great. You'll need to head to the nurse's station before you go."
Kakashi held a hand out for Anko as if he was holding an imaginary door for her. Anko rolled her eyes but went ahead.
"Thank you both for accommodating us," the nurse on duty said with a smile. "It really would have been a nightmare if we had to reschedule the testing."
She picked up a sample pot and walked round her desk.
"There's one more test to do before I can allow you to leave. Miss Mitarashi if you please." She indicated the room to her left, Kakashi followed close behind but the nurse's arm had shot up barring entry to Kakashi.
"Mr Hatake, I'm afraid you will need to do this alone," she handed him a sample pot.
Kakashi read the label, feeling himself getting hot as he stroked the back of his head.
"See you later Kakashi," Anko called. "Bye bye!"
Then as the nurse's back was turned Anko's friendly wave suddenly became something much cruder.
Laugh it up, Mitarashi.
Kakashi was shown to a room further along the corridor.
"There's material for you - if you need -uh -inspiration," the nurse said, with a hand on the door.
"And if you really can't produce a sample, please pull the cord for assistance. See you soon."
Kakashi waited until the door had closed behind him before he unzipped his trousers. And as his cock hardened beneath his hand he knew that he would be just fine...
Kakashi was making his way home. He was a patient on day-release with every appearance of being fine but the minutest exposure to Anko he relapsed totally -consumed by it again.
Oh yeah you're fine. Blushing, like a school -girl and getting a hard-on every 5 minutes.
Dffffff!
Acting without thinking quickly he deflected the shuriken with one of his own and pinned the would-be attacker to the wall.
Anko or rather was Anko - as the clone gave him a devious grin and a wink before he was left with his hand scratching the brick. As he saw the real Anko perched above him, legs crossed.
"Hello just really doesn't seem to cut it these days," Kakashi said, amused. He pulled the shuriken from the wall, looking up at her.
"Where's the fun in that pops?" Anko smirked as she pocketed the one Kakashi handed to her.
Pushing herself off the wall she landed far too close to Kakashi, forcing him to decide to either step back to maintain distance or to stand his ground.
Well, I was here first.
Kakashi put an arm on the wall. Almost boxing her in with his body as he spoke to her.
"Are you following me Anko?" He asked, leaning in but not quite touching her. "You live at the other end of the village."
"It's Genma's birthday," Anko said, pointing to the bar across the street. Kakashi looked over and saw a dozen shinobi that he recognised in and around the inebriated Genma who's customary head scarf was now askew. "I was taking the -" as eyes skirted over his torso "-scenic route."
And Kakashi hung his head at her daring. But despite himself, a grin worked itself on to his face under the mask,
"Why don't you come for a drink?" She asked, gently. "Not with me - you would look like you were on day release from a care home."
Laughter shook Kakashi, then the smallest temptation before he trampled it.
"No," Kakashi said simply. "I'm not thirsty,"
"You just need to work one up," she whispered.
Anko's hand shot out keeping a hold of his flak jacket, she pulled him in tighter before she tugged at the mask. Kakashi put a hand out to stop her.
"No Anko," he hissed. "Are you crazy? They're only across the street."
"You're such a pussy," Anko breathed. "No-one can see us."
As if to prove her point, she hooked a finger into her suit pulling down until a touch of pink kissed her fingers, and the the bud of her nipple peeped out from beneath the taut fabric.
And Kakashi was tilting, and damn, did Anko know it too. Tipping his head back, he allowed the mask to roll down his nose. A thumb ran across her piercing, rolling it in circles.
Anko's eyes closed lazily as Kakashi slowly... Twisted until she gasped. As her lips parted he pushed his tongue into her mouth, surprised at the hot, sweet, taste and the astringent burn of something like aniseed.
This was so quintessentially Anko. A sprinkle of sweetness than a pinch of spice and god did he crave it, as he drank her in. How many others had fallen victim there...
How easy would it be to line those lips with poison? This deathly intimacy so much sweeter, more discreet and morally ambiguous than a cracked neck, a paper bomb or a kunai cutting deep into a femoral artery-
"This is a bad idea," Kakashi muttered, as he broke the kiss.
"Really?" Anko breathed, as he felt a hand sliding between them, rubbing against him over his trousers.
"This guy seems to think it's a good idea."
Kakashi groaned, as he felt her pull on the zipper.
"But... he's a dick," Kakashi said, huskily.
Anko laughed, and he was bathed in her warmth again - that touch of music and magic before her hand began to draw him out.
"Maybe dick knows best," she said softly, and oh so seductively.
Kakashi hissed as he thrusted into her warm, cupped hand. Her firm fingers worked themselves through the hair, he felt the edge of fingernails at his groin before she tugged them as a shudder tore through him.
"Uggggghhh", he groaned. "An-ko s-stop."
"Ssss-top," but she ignored him.
"I said stop!" Kakashi snapped, snatching her hand away and pinning it to the wall above her head. Pressing his body against her, Kakashi used his knee to spread her legs. But Anko went one better and lifted a leg, hooking it around him, she drew him close until there were only scraps of fabric that kept them apart. Slowly, he rubbed his cock against her through the fabric, allowing his free hand to climb under her skirt.
"Is this a fucking chastity suit?" Kakashi hissed, as he plucked at the fabric at her ass in frustration, causing Anko to shake with laughter.
"Let me," she smirked, wriggling her hand. Kakashi released her. Kakashi closed his eyes as he touched his dick. He was so hard he was sure there was a real and present danger of it snapping off.
Anko had taking a shuriken, made a small puncture than:
Rrrrrrrrrrrgggggh!
The fabric tearing -all too easily- along the seam. She hooked a finger in pulling her panties to one side, parting the tear in the suit. Kakashi's dick had moved as if possessed - desperate to feel a wet, hot kiss on his head.
This was a really, fucking terrible idea but they had just undergone the same medical... The same invasive tests... The unrelenting prodding and poking... And those intrusive questions. But it didn't matter what he thought, Anko had already decided as she rolled her hips forward, and warm hands encircled him, guiding him inside -
Fuckkkkk.
It was almost too much. Kakashi could have shot his load right there as all sound and color leached from his surroundings and he was alone again with that body.
"Arrrgh," Anko moaned as she threw her head back which would have hit the wall if Kakashi's hand hadn't been there to screen her from impact. Grinding her hips, Anko was urging him deeper but he needed to acclimatising to the searing moist, heat which threatened to burn him up.
Just go for it.
Kakashi thrusted hard, eliciting a guttural sound half-way between a moan and a scream. Kakashi lived to incite those noises, more pleasing and satisfying than music but not really suited to a clandestine, alley-fuck, mere metres away from their friends and colleagues.
Yes. Shit.
Gently, he placed a hand over her mouth and nose, urging her not to give them away, sliding in and out feeling the friction of her body- suit nicking his cock. Burying his face in her neck, in her hair again - so drunk on her that all thoughts of sobriety were forgotten.
Anko. Shit.
Kakashi shifted his weight, he stroked her leg and thigh and urged her leg up. She gave a muffled groan, as he slammed into her - harder and deeper than before. Anko's body was so warm, and soft and hard, strong and yielding as she opened for him.
"Mmmm," she moaned. In the absence of aniseed-tainted kisses, his tongue flicked her ear lobe, finding that join where ear met neck he nipped her gently.
"Mmmm."
Shit, it's so good.
Without a condom, skin to skin, flesh in flesh - everything - the entire experience was more vibrant and textured than before.
Across the street, Kurenai had shrieked loudly. Asuma had accidently spilled a drink down the back of her dress. Kakashi watched as the group erupted into laughter, as the barstaff threw over a dish cloth and Kurenai hit Asuma with it.
Risky... So fucking risky. Seriously? What the hell is wrong with you, Hatake.
Finally he understood now what it meant to nail someone. He was using his body, and the force of the thrusts to pin Anko to the wall. Keeping her petite frame at his height, against gravity.
Fuck, am I going too hard?
"Mmmgph," Anko moaned, muted from Kakashi's hand, he felt her hand creeping up his back. So like the time she gave him coordinates.
God, too hard.
He was going so hard. Shit, he was going to fuck her through the wall.
So like the time she gave him coordinates.
Fuck. Fuck.
"Mmmmgghh," and muffled groan. "Mmmpph." Then suddenly, one swift swipe down as she raked his back with her fingernails.
"Fuck," Kakashi barked. And then another like a claw. And he had been pushed off the precipice and he was falling now- coming hard and fast holding on to Anko as if she could save him.
Kakashi rested his head against Anko's face as he caught his breath, eyes closed.
From across the street, something that sounded like glass smashing and a shared collective groan, then more laughter and clapping.
The moment had broken and reality came rushing in as he opened his eyes he saw the full scene in technicolor. Kakashi pulled out and gently released her, turning away, tucking himself back into his trousers.
Fuck.
Anko grinned broadly, but he could only return a weak smile before he pulled up his mask.
"What's wrong?" She frowned. A hand ringed the part of the arm where he had felt the implant, as if to remind him.
"We're fine," she said, woefully misinterpreting his silence. "You're clean too - right?"
"Yeah."
"Well - shit, " Anko laughed, as she gently slapped his cheek. "Live a little princess."
Anko glanced at her watch.
"Crap - we should go - almost on Kakashi Hatake time."
"I-"
Anko rounded on him.
"Come on Kakashi," She pleaded. "Just one little drink."
Kakashi raised his eyebrows.
"15 minutes' and follow me - 'kay?"
She was looking at him expectantly, biting her lower lip again. And it was as impossible to say no to her as it had been all those other times.
"'Kay," he said with a small nod.
Anko beamed, then she shot across the street to join the others.
14 minutes
How was it so easy for her? Anko slotted in to the larger group seamlessly. Kakashi watched as the others welcomed her with genuine delight.
11 minutes
He watched Anko get swallowed up in a conversation as though she had been there all night. She was animated now, doing an impression or telling a story and the others fell about in laughter at the climax.
9 minutes
Was it his imagination or was she attracting some attention? A shinobi he didn't know stooped over her, talking to her at very close range.
Anko listened to what he was saying, then she shrugged comically. Kakashi saw her check her watch and she looked over at the alleyway but he had stepped back long ago, allowing the shadows to embrace him.
4 minutes
The shinobi was back. He had a tray of shots, they went quickly but he seemed to be saving a couple. And he was insisting now that Anko takes one - she rolled her eyes but Iruka placed it into her hand for her. They toasted and chinked glasses before the shots were downed. That eye roll... She had done that at the club too when he had brought her a drink when attempting contact.
Time's up.
Anko looked at her watch, a cloud passed over her face as she studied her watch. He saw her glance over at the alleyway across the street again.
You're an idiot Hatake. A fucking moron.
She's a summer's day - bright, fun and full of promise. Did you think she shone just for you?
The spell had now broken, Kakashi turned and walked back to the end of the alleyway leaping over the fence and on to the roof of the building.
Just beat it, Hatake. She's fine.