[Log] Trust You To Kill Me... [2 of 3]

[dango_diva]

Characters: Kankurou & Anko
Date: Tuesday, October the 2nd
Location: Kankurou's Apartment in Ceno
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, Violence, Drugs, Angst, Mild Sexual Situation
Summary: Anko gets her chemistry lesson, Kankurou gets his guinea pig and both get far more then they ever bargained for.

Watching her movements, Kankurou frowned when he noticed for the first time that she was wearing his clothes, not to mention blatantly wearing his underwear in the open. Although, he didn't deny that her curves filled out his baggy shirt rather nicely. Holding back the urge to mention this in a very lewd manner, instead, he continued to be serious and finish the lesson. Those thoughts would come in later, for what he had in mind for Anko's volunteered testing. "Then it goes in a pot an' boils fer an hour. Once you do it, its bes' t'stay th' hell away from it." He placed the pot in his hand on the stove and then cranked the dial up to the highest temperature. Then using a random spoon he grabbed out of the drawer, he spooned out the pungent mixture and put it all into the pot. "Four cups of water." Said water went in as well, creating a hissing sound as it made contact.

Kankurou then quickly slid a lid over the pot and then ducked his head down to look inside the cabinet under the sink, opening it and retrieving a brick. Which was placed onto the lid of the pot, to keep the contents stay in the pot. "One hour," he reminded Anko, then moving her out of the kitchen, executing the part where you needed to get the "hell away" from it. Mostly because of the fumes that came out of it wasn't exactly pleasant smelling. But in moving to the living room, they would be safe from it.

She watched as he fluidly went through the motions as he explained the last few steps in the process. Though she had to admit, the comment in regards to the 'staying the hell away' both worried and intrigued her as the reasoning behind it was not explained, but rather forgotten in his rush to apparently seal the pot (with a brick no less) and usher the both of them out of the kitchen.

"So, ok. One hour, got that. I guess now my most pressing question is what did we just make? Ginseng I know is usually used in supplements and teas but that mixed with the crazy fungus, what is the end product?" Plopping down on the floor, she was glad to be able to get off her feet for the moment, the short span of activity wearing on her slightly after the continual days of doing nothing but sleep. Massaging her left wrist gently to take away some of the soreness of being used, she made herself comfortable to endure the hour long wait before having to move on to whatever Kankurou put her to do next.

"Like I said before, th' fungus will cause th' brain to degenerate, eatin' itself up. But sometimes it goes at such a fast rate, it needs t'be mixed with ginseng, which is not anythin' poisonous at all, t'slow the process. Put two an' two together, an' you'll have a slow-killin' poison. Ten milli guarantees brain degeneration in two hours." From his standing viewpoint, it actually made Kankurou feel like an instructor of some kind, especially with Anko sitting in front of him, being rather attentive to what he was saying. Upon seeing her looking a bit weary, he wondered if her body was capable of handling what he had in mind for her next. At the moment the two of them was at a neutral mood, not fighting, but actually being serious with each other. If such a thing had ever existed before.

But Kankurou did not stop with the plan in his mind, the hands in his pockets fingering the needle and bottle. "Lesson over. Happy?"

"Interesting result, a little cruel perhaps, but fairly effective sounding," she mused, absorbing the information and storing it with the rest of what she had picked up over the course of the past hour. Quick and clean was usually her personal preference, but there was always that one fucker who pisses you off to the point you're willing to make the exception.

Once again, Anko was pleasantly surprised. While she didn't doubt his knowledge, she had been a little leery of their tempers clashing or one losing their patience with the other over the course of her little lesson, but things had gone rather smoothly and it had been both informative and enjoyable, much to her delight. Easily redeeming his earlier abandonment in her eyes. "Very much so, thanks. Honestly didn't think you'd go through with it in the end. Assumed you would just keep blowing me off or wait until I managed to piss you off enough so that you could call it off."

She paused long enough to give him a wary look. "So, now you've done what you promised to do and I'll do the same. Whenever you wanna do your thing, just say the word. It's not like I'm going anywhere soon, so just let me know, I guess."

His body sank down to a crouching position, two feet separating his position and Anko's. He ran over exactly how to present this so as to not scare her away, but his mind finally came to the conclusion that her pride would probably make her stay in the end anyways. Because he hadn't seen her run away from anything yet. "If you put it tha' way, then I wanna do this now." His right hand pulled out a vial filled with dark red liquid and placed it on the cold floor. "I wan' you t'try this. With this." His left hand followed suit and pulled out the packaged needle and placed it right next to the vial. Eyes watched Anko's reaction to his simple gestures.

If she had accused him of continuing their argument earlier, he would've plead guilty on the spot. Because even though the two had a silent truce between them afterwards, it didn't mean that it was over. Kankurou still wanted to truly find out whether it was that Anko trusted him. It was just like how Anko had made him finally believe in her promise to him with that simple gesture in the kitchen, now in return, Kankurou wanted to see whether Anko could overcome what it was that was holding her back for him to administer what he thought best for her.

Truth or dare?

Well son of a bitch. Had she been on the outside looking in, she would have applauded him for a game well played, but as that was not the case she was not nearly as amused. Kankurou had completely backed her into a corner nice and neatly with her not even realizing it until he delivered his final blow by setting that damned vial on the floor followed closely behind by the means to administer whatever concoction he was giving her. The fact that he was asking her to try some untested substance, one that he refused to clue her in on what it was he was even giving her but she'd been telling the truth when she admitted that she trusted his ability to not kill her in the end, though she couldn't help but worry about what would happen between the proper reaction and the worst case scenario. Apparently that wasn't enough however as she had made her views on needles quite clear on the occasions when he had tried to wheedle her into using them, each time failing miserably. A life or death situation was one thing, his seeming obsession with sticking her (in not so fun ways) was another thing entirely.
The fact that this was more of a symbolic thing then one of keeping her end of the deal was not lost on her and that was the only thing keeping her seated at the moment, because pride be damned but she was getting sick of this. It really was too much to hope she mused, that their earlier spat would have just been another one left at a draw or brushed under the table but goddammit, he had pushed it to the side fucking waiting to start all over again at a later time. Swallowing heavily she weighed her options, not particularly liking either outcome, but at this point it suddenly seemed like there was so much weighing on her decision.

"Is this what you want?" she demanded, her voice wavering slightly even as she tried to remain in control, fingers curled tightly into fists to keep from indulging in some nervous reflex.

The quick transition between the moods on her face were carefully observed by Kankurou, who had not moved from his position at all. A slow nod was given in reply at her question, an answer that was obvious by now since he had not given any extra explanations as to exactly why it was he wanted her to do this. She could probably figure it out. In no means did he want this to be something that appeared to be taunting to her own pride and preference. It was all about how much it was that she was willing to trust him, and at the moment he really did not know why it was so goddamn important for her to just pick up the needle and just say "yes".

Kankurou's silent assent had her snatching up his offerings, her now visibly shaking hands tearing open the sterile wrapper and tossing it off to the side followed closely behind by the safety tip. Jabbing the needle into the vial, she pulled back the plunger, watching with an increasing dread as the chamber filled with the crimson liquid. So help her, after this little show-down ended there had better not be any further questions as to her trust in this man or what she would do to prove as such to him. Withdrawing the needle from the vial she paused for a moment to draw a couple of deep breaths to calm her extremely frayed nerves before she even attempted to go any further, her hands still too shaky to attempt what she needed to do. While it was ok to go jabbing blindly when the only other option was to drop dead, it was another to cause more damage then necessary in order to prove a point.

While fighting to calm herself so that she could finish what she started, a thought struck her. She'd already made it clear that she was doing as he asked, would it not be fitting to show that trust to the fullest extent? Tugging up her right sleeve, she offered the needle to Kankurou, who looked at it puzzled. "I don't trust myself to cause more damage then what it's worth, but I want to do this."

For some reason, Kankurou found himself looking at Anko with complete surprise on his face. It never occurred to him that she would go as far as to let him do it for her. He actually had already started towards her to make sure she didn't jab an artery by accident by the way things were going, with her hands shaking so much it was visible enough to see just how this was affecting her. Something in the back of his mind actually wanted to stop her, to apologize or just tell her to forget it. But this was something he felt that had to be done, even if it was something trivial in others' point of view. It was something that was needed to be done for the both of them.
Kankurou wordlessly accepted the needle, shifting so that he was on his knees and right in front of Anko, his free hand firmly holding her right wrist. Green eyes looked at violet before his other hand with the needle prepped it by making some of the substance squirt out before pointing the needle downwards and then sideways, entering the junction of her arm.

Anko couldn't help the sharp intake of breath nor the natural instinct to pull away, but Kankurou's hand and eyes held her firmly in place as the cold metal slid under the soft skin of her inner elbow. It may have only been a split second but the moment felt like it was being drawn out to some immeasurable length of time, her hand gripping his forearm tightly enough so that her nails scored into his skin. Time stood still as the slight burn of the chemical made by the same hands holding her made itself know as it began to work it's way up her arm and then finally she could feel the slender metal tube being pulled away and replaced by the firm pressure of his thumb against the point of entry. The soft sound of of the plastic torture device hitting the floor was the true indicator that her ordeal was over and she felt the tension drain out of her, leaving her lightheaded with relief.

If the situation wasn't as tense as it was, Kankurou would've said that this entire scene looked entirely too familiar. A junkie getting her fix. But instead, Kankurou dropped the needle to the floor and gave Anko a soft kiss on the forehead. Then he reached over to a box of tissues and grabbed some to apply some pressure on the entry point. A small drop of blood seeped through, but that was all. Kankurou continued to watch her, but this time without the uncertainty or the suspicions. There was something more than words that he was conveying to her right now, something like a "thank you".

Releasing her briefly, Kankurou got up to clean up, throwing the needle away in a special dispenser. It wasn't a drug that he had given her, more like something between a sedative and an aphrodisiac. He didn't deemed it necessary to give her something that was too extreme. Those items he usually tested on himself, since he was the one that inhibited the immunity and he didn't want to take the blame for these things either.

Without having Kankurou there to hold her up, Anko let herself fall back against the cool floor, her left arm resting against her stomach while her right, still warm from his hands, was flung over her eyes while she attempted to will her pounding heart to slow down to a far more reasonable pace. Dammit, she'd take a knife to the shoulder, or anywhere else for that matter, every time over getting stabbed with a freakin' needle. Her sharp bark of forced laughter cut through the silence of the room. "Does this mean I've met my quota for a while I hope?"

Bringing her right hand up she dug the heel of her palm into tired eyes, wondering if this was really worth it, worth all the drama and arguments and just everything. Moving her hand so as to offer similar treatment to her other eye, she brushed up against the spot where he had kissed, covering it with the palm of her hand as she let her eyes drift shut. No. She was bloody fuckin' sick of trying to categorize and organize what she thought, what she was feeling, she was sick to death of over thinking the entire matter. It wasn't getting her anywhere instead only serving to work her up and make herself just that much more irritable.

Instead she turned her attention to trying to figure out what exactly it was that Kankurou had given her, trying to distinguish any variances though it was difficult to weed through her Adrenalin-overloaded vitals.
"You go through my stuff again an' I might 'ave t'do it again," Kankurou warned her, his arms crossed against his chest as he leaned against the wall. He glanced up at the clock that was between the two windows in the room, and measure the time slowly ticking away. It hadn't been an hour since they both had left the kitchen, leaving the option to go back there out. So the only option was to just wait for the symptoms to show, make note of the time and effects. Kankurou had some guilt within him that made him regret turning into a guinea pig so shortly after introducing to her the needle, but she had obliged and so there was a deal. Deals were always followed through, making everyone who had a hand in it to pay up.

"Tell me how you're feelin'." He didn't need to write down all of this. Observation was all he needed at the moment.

"Perhaps if you had been thoughtful enough to leave my clothes somewhere I could easily find them I wouldn't have had to go digging for something to wear. Woulda figured you with your prudish sensibilities had to be getting sick of me running around here with nothing much on. Or if you'd like I could tell you how sorry I am and promise to never ever do it again, but that'd be a lie and I try not to do that very often."
Her hand slid off her forehead so that her arm rested above her head, eyes cracking open to to search him out.

"Speaking of my things, mind to kindly share where exactly they would be hmm? They're about the only things I didn't manage to find while attempting not to expire for my lack of anything productive to do." Comfortably sprawled out on the floor, she had almost missed the ever increasing feeling of relaxation that was creeping through her muscles, comparable to a few good shots of something potent. Her eyelids grew heavy in the warm glow she was experiencing and she was content to just lie there and blissfully not think. Or at least she was until Kankurou's order broke through her haze.

'Bit of a loaded question there, don't quite think there's enough time for all that now,' she mused hazily, about to burst in a set of hysterical giggling when her mind realized that maybe...that thought was said aloud? Her eyes shot open in horror.

"Oh fuck me, I said that out loud didn't I?"

Eyes blinked slowly in time with the long hand as it fell onto the 'three'. Three minutes.

The lax position of her body, the deep, fast breathing that could be heard from her parted lips, and the slightly slurred words. All signs that the sedative/aphrodisiac mixture was starting to work through her bloodstream and now affecting her mind. Kankurou observed all of this as if he was behind a glass pane, from the outside looking in. He tried keeping his mind on one thing, concentrating on the signs and the time each movement happened. So far, things were going too fast for his liking and he wondered just when the aphrodisiac was going to kick in. Although her blunt answer, which she was not entirely aware of, suggested that some of it was already starting to seep in.

There was business, and then there was pleasure. Right now, Kankurou tried his damnedest not to mix the two together, only allowing the smallest of grins to pass through his lips. "Keep talkin'," Kankurou instructed, hands and arms bound to himself by folding them even tighter against his chest.

'Shitshitshit' Her hand came flying down to cover her mouth with her fingertips if only to ensure herself that her lips were not uttering any other random thoughts. This was not a good kind of side effect, one she hadn't even taken into consideration when she had agreed to this little stunt. But even still, her loose-lippedness could be attributed any number of reasons but logic stated that a truth serum like she was initially worried about would have been a waste of time to try on her as Kankurou had never seemed to show any interest in forcing any information out of her, be it something personal or anything else so why would he bother to start now?

Rather proud that she had come to that small conclusion through the rapidly increasing murkiness of her mind, Anko felt herself relaxing into the floorboards once again, her fingers sliding away from her mouth to rest at her throat. Dimly she noticed the pleasant friction created when her arm moved, causing the shirt she wore to shift over her skin. This was kinda interesting.

"Don't wanna. 'Sides, don't know what you wanna hear," she mumbled, frowning as she shifted again slightly to see if she could manage another delicious sensation like she had felt a moment ago.

By this time, Kankurou's grin had twisted into a smirk at Anko's reply, which sounded like something a six year-old would say. "Your face is flushed, so is your skin. Have you figured out wha ' I gave you?" He wondered if she even had that consciousness to understand what he said anymore, or rather, to give a coherent reply. But no matter how hard he held himself back, he couldn't help but appreciate the flush of her skin spreading everywhere, her fingers leaving a blazing trail down her front. His lips parted slightly at this unintentional show she was putting on.

The aphrodisiac was starting to work.

Vaguely Anko thought she heard the low rumble of Kankurou's voice, but she wasn't sure, opting to angle her head in the general vicinity of where she thought it had come from rather then try to respond to whatever it was he may have said. Her skin felt almost as if it were drawn too tightly over her form as she squirmed under her own hands. When in the hell had it gotten so suffocating in the small room? Her tongue swept out to wet suddenly parched lips even as her left hand slid underneath the worn fabric of her borrowed shirt, bunching the fabric as it pushed upwards in a poor attempt to cool down her burning skin and causing a gasp to escape from her lips as she arched into the feel of her own hand against her overly sensitized skin.

To someone who had no idea what was going on, Anko would look like victim of a high fever. Although that was usually what aphrodisiacs made one do, feel overly sensitive and making everything hazy, Kankurou was still concerned about exactly how "hot" the effect was. Once too high, even the brain could not take the overload of the senses, no matter how pleasurable. Again, that voice nagged at the back of his head, going on about how dangerous this was, seeing that Anko was trying to recover. Exactly what was the purpose of all of this again? Kankurou scowled at himself, cursing his own pride and curiosity, which were always his greatest downfalls.

Straightening up, Kankurou moved to where Anko was and placed a hand on her forehead. He was relieved to find her skin to be warm to the touch, but not overly so. At that moment, he also caught her eyes and what she was trying to do with her hands, which bared her midriff. The exposure of skin made him think about the both of them on the couch during his visit to her apartment. But that time, she was entirely aware of what was going on. Not doped up with aphrodisiac and two kinds of sedative in her system.

Blissfully lost in her little world of heat and sensation, Anko was momentarily confused by this new touch, but brushed it off in lieu of the wonderful coolness of it against her skin. Blearily she attempted to focus her vision, thinking that the form beside her seemed to be familiar. Her free hand reached up to grasp a hold of whatever it was that felt so good, such a nice change from all the heat, wanting to catch it before it could disappear. Fingers danced over what turned out to be... a hand? The haze lifted ever so slightly giving her enough coherency to recognize the appendage even as her fingers laced through the new ones, drawing the hand down from her forehead to cup her cheek.

"'kurou?" she mumbled, turning her face so that she could nuzzle her nose against his palm, lips brushing against the calloused skin before tugging his hand down to her neck trying to keep the lingering coolness of his touch as long as possible before it was cruelly stolen away to be replaced yet again by this odd heat. "So hot..."

He held his breath as her lips touched his skin, his hands being directed towards areas on her upper body. Fingers flexed against the flushed skin of her neck, able to feel the rapid pulse in her neck. As tough as she was, every time he touched her, Kankurou was reminded again of how delicate she was, like any woman. Curiosity overcame him again as his other hand brushed against her cheek, using a finger to run across her full lips. Slowly, he leaned forward and bent his head down to capture those lips with his own. Even without the aid of aphrodisiac, Kankurou's lips tingled with pleasurable sensation when it came in contact with Anko's. A hand smoothed back her hair, his eyes capturing the way each individual strand slipped through his fingers.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, feeling that the phrase was the right thing to say a the moment. Kankurou knew that Anko would not be able to understand what he was saying, anyways, having been unable to comprehend what he had asked her before. But he did it to satisfy his guilty conscience which had been eating away at the back of his mind since he had plunged the cold metal into her skin.

She had just barely caught the soft utterance, more accurately she felt the soft whisper of his breath against her skin as he spoke rather then hearing the actual words, her attention being far more focused on the fingers running through her hair, the lingering feel of him on her lips. Bringing up her unoccupied hand, she mimicked his touches, trailing her fingertips across his lips, brushing them through his hair before cupping his cheek to urge his lips back down to hers. She had liked that.

Unmindful of her other hand still entangled with his, Anko tugged them both down from her neck, moaning softly as they brushed over her breast and reached the uncovered expanse of skin. Touching without rhyme or reason, she was just running on the level of 'what feels good', which by this point was pretty much anything that brushed up against her. After a moment of idle touching she moved their joint hands up underneath the bunched fabric to mold two sets of calloused fingers against the soft mound of flesh, arching up into the caress.

Hands were pliable to her touch and direction as Kankurou watched them move against both of their bodies. This was different in a way that everything was going at a much slower pace. Instead of passion, there was the slow strung out pleasure of sensation. And at the moment, it was Anko calling the shots and Kankurou followed her silent directions as if watching all of this in slow motion. Although her forehead had been mildly warm to the touch, it was when she placed his hand on her chest, did he feel the overwhelming heat of her body, spreading into his hands and fingers.

This was different, as well as a surprise as well. And as a man who didn't like surprises at all, Kankurou was starting to like this one.

On some level, Anko vaguely wondered why she had put up such a fight before when this was the end result. What in the hell had she been thinking? She didn't know when exactly it was that Kankurou had moved down beside her, but the little bit of her that was still coherent and that had been watching the entire scene unfold watched in some state of awe as he let her guide him in what she wanted. Was this really the same man who fought with her tooth and nail about the smallest things?

While that part watched, transfixed by such minor things, the part of her that was running the show was currently humming in approval at having maneuvered him so that he was comfortably perched over top of her, his hands playing with her hair while their mouths lazily explored one another. The urgency that had been driving her earlier had begun to dissipate somewhat, in it's place was just the desire to feel. Sighing in pure contentment as he trailed his lips down her throat, she brushed her nose against his cheek yearning for as much contact as she could possibly get. Her entire world had been narrowed down to soft touches, no worries and a never-ending heat that threatened to swallow her whole.