Chapter Summary

Anko exacts her revenge.

Kakashi had been defeated by curiosity, he was already seated in a chair before he realised he had consented. It was a squat, wide wooden cair with wide armrests and a broad frame by a bookcase he held a hand surreptiously over his dick as she towered over him, her hips level with his face.

"Would you like some tea Mr Kakashi-san?"

"Sure," he croaked.

Miss Neriogma rustled away, with a few clicks of her heels she was back with a tray. One of those with trestle legs which formed a small table when the frame was extended. Tucking her legs neatly beneath her, she began to make tea. He had never had an opportunity to observe her at this distance. It was like being shown a painting that he had only known glimpsed behind a veil. Revelling in the joy of discovery, Kakashi found a birthmark like a pink heart in the crook of her arm, a faint, spidery scar like that from a kunai on her upper arm and then a hint of the mark at her neck bemeath the collar.

She had an adorable habit of pouting when she was concentrated. She moved with a grace and delicacy at odds with her character which made Kakashi wonder how much was Anko and how much of this was Miss Nerigoma...

Even if it was all pretence he was thankful to know of that mouth. One he had never noticed before - part petulant, resolute and part generous and promising and all kinds of fucking sexy. Whilst she was distracted, Kakashi adjusted himself discreetly. Finally, she presented him a cup of green tea.

"Mr Kakashi-san," she said, breathlessly.

"I should continue with my other tasks." She left with the tray. He pulled the mask down and took a sip, the steam from the cup caressed his face like a hand.

He could hear her returning with another tray, and another larger teapot. Fucking hell, how many tea sets and trays did she have? Maybe she did run a maid service in her spare time, he thought, amused.

Black feathers suddenly tickled his legs, his crotch causing him almost to drop his tea. Assured of his attention she twirled the feather duster in her fingers.

"Excuse me Mr Kakashi-san, I need to do the bookcase." He raised an eyebrow.

"This bookcase?" he said, pitch a touch higher than usual. "This bookcase behind me?" He took a sip of tea to compensate, immediately regretting it, as tears sprang to his eyes. Smooth, he thought.

"Yes Mr Kakashi-san," she said solemnly. "Would you care to take a seat on the couch instead?" He hitched up the mask before answering.

"I'm fine here," he mumbled. "Thank you."

"As you wish Mr Kakashi-san. Please excuse me."

Her tight uniform posed an interesting dilemma. Was it coming off, he thought, No. She hitched up the skirt and placed one shoe between his legs, sliding foward it so only a fraction from his crotch. With the motion, her dress had crept up and up and up, until it ruched at the top of her thighs, revealing the top of her stockings and suspenders.

Kakashi gave a strangled cry, hand reaching for his erection but she was too quick. The toe of her shoe pressed his crotch and he gagged at the sudden onslaught of pain. Kakashi clutched her shoe, as she twisted her foot, and he was all too aware of the real danger posed by a sharp, thin, pointy stick hovering there. She meant business and there it was, that fiery heat that was Anko.

"Miss Anko-san would prefer you to practice self-restraint but if you require assistance I could oblige," she hissed. "You may regret it as there is an opportunity for audience participation later."

His imagination ran wild. She applied a little more pressure to focus his attention.

"I'm sorry...Miss Nerigoma, I shouldn't have-" Words failed, he started again.

"-I don't need be restrained."

She smirked, grinding a little before releasing him. Shoulders sagged as the tension drained from his body, his cock throbbed.

She knelt between his knees, placed a hand on the teapot then lifted it by the handle, causing her breasts to bounce. Miss Nerigoma was back, she smiled sweetly.

"More tea Mr Kakashi-san?"

"Yes, please."

A sweet, floral scent filled the air as she poured. He couldn't place it until he took a sip. Jasmine? He took another sip careful to mask his face with his hand, then she was up, her hand brushed his cock as she set the teapot down. She appraised it slowly as she unzipped the skirt and stepped out of it, with a lithe flick of her hips. He could see ties flutter at her hip, Kakashi was bemused, a bikini?

"Excuse me I just need to finish the top shelf."

Springing up deftly, she was on the bookcase a foot on the chair between his knees. Then her other knee higher on the other side of his head letting him a tiny scrap of black lace which obscured her vulva. Don't do it Kakashi... but he did, both eyes opened for a flash but long enough to give the new entries to the spank bank a little texture.

Kakashi took a deep breath, intoxicated by the scent and sight of her. At this proximity he could smell her, sweet like overripe fruit with an undercurrent of something else. God, it would be so easy to pull down the mask, hook a finger into those panties, part her with his tongue and bury it in that slit, taste that warm, sticky honey which he could see on her hair like a droplet of dew on a stem. And he was dying, inflamed by a real, urgent need to act.

Fuck! What had he done to give himself away, he thought bitterly. She lifted herself up and out of reach, standing on the back rest of the chair. A foot rested on either side of his head, her legs fully extended above. Kakashi leaned back, gripping the arm rest. There was room between the apron and her body, a secret space unveiled for him. A deep inhalation revealed her rib cage for only a moment, and the underside of her breast. He was desperate to feel the weight of those breasts, roll her nipples between his fingers and flick a wet tongue across them. He really wanted that piercing between his teeth as he finger-fucked her.

His hands ached from gripping the armchair, he was sure there would be indentations from his fingernails as he fought to keep his libido in check. Just as he thought he was at breaking point, she was standing then kneeling in the same spot on the floor between his legs.

"More tea?"

Tea? Really?! Kakashi's body protested, as he struggled with a real thirst for something else entirely. A gloved hand appeard on his knee, with increasing pressure she stroked up to mid-thigh. White against the blue of his uniform, the first real touch of the evening. He held up the cup but it hung in the air empty. Nerigoma had began to pour the tea, gasping as the first drop hit her, but as she poured nothing else. The smell of jasmine was stronger than before. Tea splashed and pooled on the floor as he watched her body colour as if she had stepped into a sauna, he had been enveloped by the steam and heat too. All he could hear was the drip, drip of tea and his own laboured breathing. The apron clung to her breasts, made transparent from the tea. Oh he could definitely see more than a ghost of her aerole now.

She filled his cup with the remainder of the tea but it overflowed, his crotch was wet too with it felt but he fought against his natural instincts to react. It felt subversive, like some Calmly she set the teapot down.

"I've spilt some tea Mr Kakashi-san. Please let me help you."

She took a napkin off the tray and dabbed there, he couldn't help pushing against her hand. She shook her head.

"Perhaps if I try with something else?"

He shielded his cock from the white glove.

" -Anko..."

She looked up at him, as surprised as he was. Why now? The evening had already been littered with all signs of their transgressions- their mutual unprofessionalism but Kakashi knew this was the real point signposting no return from colleague to 'and/or other.'

She had stopped and acknowledged Kakashi's pathetic protest but nothing else came so she continued. His pants were unfastened, she hooked her fingers into fabric, and pulled down his thighs, slowly revealing his cock fraction by fraction until it finally sprang free.

"Aaaaaaah," Kakashi sighed with relief.

The weight of his weapons pouch dragged the uniform down with an dull thud and a clatter of metal. She was looking at ... but why had she stopped?

He heard the rasp of lace on lace, before her hand moved to reveal them. Anko smiled and slowly she trailed the lace and ribbon across his thighs, then flicked them against his balls. He jolted upright, sitting sraighter with each snap, the sound more alarming than the pain. Slender gloved fingers encircled his around his cock, as she dressed his cock, the scratch of the lace, kiss of silk an onslaught of sensation after the famine of touch and attention it had suffered earlier. She began to slide her hand up...and down treating his cock like a wilting carnation. Kakashi bit back a string of curses, as he thrusted into her hand body begging for more friction, more speed, more pressure but everytime he bucked she would stop until he stilled.

"Fucking hell," he finally hissed. "Do you want my dick to snap off?"

There was a small twitch at her mouth but then it was gone. She shook her head.

"I'm afraid I'll need to try something else Mr Kakashi-san."

He was panting now, his fingers were numb from the grip on the began to remove her panties from his cock, she tugged to release the tangles causing another groan from Kakashi. She had got them free but a ribbon slapped him in the face across the cheek. It was Anko not Nerigoma fighting to control the laughter but she had mastered the urge.

"Are you a sick puppy Mr Kakashi-san?" she asked softly, as she wafted them under Kakashi's nose. He groaned, eyes closed lazily with her scent. She laughed but he caught her at the wrist preventing her from withdrawing.

"Woof," he growled. Not breaking her gaze, he pulled the mask down slowly. Had he imagined it? The tick of her pulse racing in his hand after he had been unveiled? She licked her lips, and watched him carefully as though learning the geography of his face. He brought her panties to his cheek, to his nose they still warm and wet from her. She smiled and stroked his face as she might have done a dog and arranged them around his neck. He held them and inhaled deeply.

Anko tucked her hair behind her ears, then her hands crept up his knees until level with his crotch. She pinched the apron between her breasts, finally allowing them to spring free but fuck had it been worth the wait. She had perfect breasts, the sort of breasts that had tormented him as a hormone- addled teenager during wet dreams. Goose pimples pricked the surface of her skin as she shivered, causing her breasts to bounce as tea dripped from the apron. Her nipples were stiff from the cold, ridges and wrinkles formed in her aureole. His hands itched to pinch those nipples, to see if he could make them stiffer, squeeze her huge, perfect tits around his dick, furiously fuck them until he came all over that uniform. She held his heavy balls in her gloved hand. Kneading them at first, which felt so good his body was desperately keening to meet her touch. "Fuck yes," he hissed, almost involuntarily as his hands left the chair, reaching for her. Pinching his balls between her fingers, now she put him beyond pleasure edging on pain and discomfort a reminder of the last time. He flattened his palms against the arm rests, conceding defeat.

Anko licked her lips and kissed the swollen tip enveloping him in the soft, warm, velvety interior of her mouth. Kakashi gave a strangled cry with the kiss, he had thrown his head back with such violence he had almost slammed it against the bookcase. Her tongue around his head, dipping the tip of her tongue into his slit, then that touch of silk at his balls massaging and encircling the base. Swallowing him slowly, she took his cock all the way so her nose nestled at the silver hairs which sprang from his groin.

Her tongue flicked the underside of his cock as she pulled out, swirling her tongue round his head then, her mouth was gone, but her mouth had been replaced by a hand as her head had travelled down. She was pumped her hand whilst her mouth was occupied, she took a ball into her mouth massaging it with her tongue then with a wet pop she it was out as she turned her attenton to the other. Then she gave a few chaste, fluttery kisses before opening her mouth wide as she continued to pump, fingertip dipping into his slit annointing his cock with sticky precum. Her lips and tongue were on his balls again, movements that were frenetic and disjoineted until understanding cracked like a whip. Oh my god, he thought, she's actually writing her name on my balls.

Anko finished with another feathery little kiss and again his cock began to slide in and out of that mouth. In those few moments he had already recast the heroine of his favourite Icha Icha book. His stomach was contracting hard, breathing ragged, he was close.

"-Ank" She didn't a prompt, her hand had picked up pace, as she swirled her tongue around his head, dipping it in to the slit. He came with the force of tsnunami. He could feel her swallowing it but he had to pull himself out fighting the hypersensitivity. She gave his dick one final lick for the drop of cum that ran from his head and kissed the top. He was panting hard like he had run a marathon, sweating like a mother fucker, the skin of his ass stuck to the wooden chair. She placed a knee between his, and leaned forward, lips to his ear.

"Are you listening to me Kakashi?"

He feel hear her voice occupy that space between his stomach and his balls as the words poured from her mouth.

"Well? Will you be passing comment about me ever again?"

"No," he said, voice hoarse. She held his lower face, and turned it forcibly to meet hers, her eyes were locked on his. Anko was all spice and no sweetness then.

"Good," she hissed. "Remember, this is our little secret Kakashi."

His heart leapt, a ridiculous flare of hope insinuated itself in her choice of words. Is, not was? She definitely said "is".