[log] Of Tricks, Treats and Little Brothers...? [Part One]
Characters: Anko, Kankurou
Date: October 31
Location: Cena, Anko's apartment
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Notes: Language, Violence, Sexual Situations, Angst, Drama, Drug Usage, and I Could Go On and On...
Summary: After the party at redMETRIC, Anko and Kankurou both go back to her apartment to enjoy the treats of Halloween, although tricks are in store for them as well. Anko discovers the "l-word" and Kankurou finds out that it's a small freakin' world after-all.
[APOLOGIES BEFOREHAND FOR MONSTER LOG. PLZ TO BE PATIENT.]
It was amazing, the completely different atmospheres separated by a mere pair of steel doors. One was all color, heat and noise, the other silent, dreary and quite chilly - something her current attire wasn't exactly prepared for. The sudden quiet was muffled further by her overly strained ears, that weird sensation one experiences after being exposed to horrifically loud music for extended periods of time. Tugging on Kankurou's hand, Anko stepped over the random body, possibly nudged out of the club as tripping over the inebriated and unconscious always tends to put a damper on things.
"C'mon, like I said, it's really not too far from here."
It was a distinct difference, strolling down the red-tinted street without the worry of being sighted. Not having to worry about a patrol unit rounding the corner at any given time. Troops were few and far between in this area, the unfortunate souls who were stationed there smartly staying out of sight for tonight of all nights. Sure, there was a far greater risk of getting your throat slit, but all in all it was a nice change of pace than all of the sneaking around that had become the norm over the previous months.
Heels clacked against the sidewalk, hands not bothering to release one another since they departed the club, Anko led Kankurou the short way to the apartment building she had once called home. While not obviously as well-kept as her Celo residence, it wasn't nearly as dilapidated as most of the other living accommodations in the area. Up two quick flights of stairs (what in the hell had possessed her to wear heels again?) and she was pulling the small brass key from a small pocket secreted on the inner hem of her skirt.
"Home sweet home~"
"Not bad.."
Kankurou followed Anko in, his hand still intact in hers as he looked around the place. It wasn't too shabby, although Kankurou was impressed by its state which was better than most of the shacks up in the area. Letting go of her hand, he placed his hat on a nearby flat surface, still surprised that he had not lost the damned accessory. The costume was only put on at the last minute, given to him as a joke for part of the trade earlier. But now that the "dress-up" party was over, Kankurou relieved himself of the high collar jacket and unbuttoned the dress shirt down halfway. Crossing the room, Kankurou opened one of the rusty windows, wincing at the screechy protest it gave out as it was forced upwards.
"But it's hot as fuck in 'ere," he muttered, sitting on the sill and lighting up a cigarette, his first of the day. It was a miracle in how he got through without it until now.
"I think you'll survive." Eyeing the open window with distaste, Anko eagerly toed off the damnedable footwear, kicking them to a corner where they couldn't be tripped over. Her outfit, while undoubtedly cute, was hardly sensible with the rapidly dropping temperatures and even the short hike had left her fairly chilled. Her hat was tossed off onto the same short table where Kankurou had dropped his, followed quickly by the stifling necktie, gloves and the little jacket-like garment. A moment later, the handcuffs were remembered and added to the growing pile of discarded items.
Leaving Kankurou to enjoy his cigarette in peace, she padded off into the bedroom, propping a foot up on the edge of her bed to facilitate the removal of the various weapons she had strapped on, just in case. A few minutes later she reappeared, wrapped in a light blanket. Wandering off to the small kitchenette, the muffled 'clink' of glasses being pulled from a cabinet could be heard before she re-emerged. Offering one of the two glasses to Kankurou, she quickly stepped away from the cool night air, plopping down on the small time-faded loveseat situated over in the far corner, tucking stocking feet underneath her while she sipped at the chilled vodka.
"Ya know, I love being out and seeing people, but damn I'm glad to be somewhere where I can sit my ass down and hear myself think."
It amused Kankurou to know that Anko still had her place very well stocked with spirits, but then again, like him, it was impossible to pass a day without one shot. If Kankurou had the energy to do so, and if the clerk at the place that sold alcohol didn't get high ever single second, he would've done so. "Huh, tha' so? Wha' happened to bein' th' 'restless creature of th' night' bit?" The last chunk of ash fell from the cigarette as Kankurou sucked in the last of the nicotine it had within it. Fingers played with the burnt out stick before flinging it outside. His question was self-answered as he straightened up to closed the window, catching Anko out of the corner of his eye, splayed out on the loveseat, looking very comfortable.
Leaving the window open, just several inches, Kankurou took up his drink before moving to where she was, sitting himself on the arm of the loveseat. Tilting his head back, Kankurou finished half of the glass of the vodka--damn, that burned--before setting it down with a thud on the nearby end table. Getting up, Kankurou rounded the seat before stopping in front of Anko and leaned over her, one hand propped up on the back of the couch and another one shoved in his right pocket. His face had on a pleasant grin from the warmth of the vodka.
"Alrigh', Anko. Trick. Or treat?" The hand in his pocket reappeared in front of her with two glass vials in the palm of his hand. One black and one orange.
"Oh don't get me wrong, I enjoy it every now and again, but you prance around in heels for an evening and then we'll compare notes, 'kay?" Her nose wrinkled at the slightly musty smell of the couch, inevitable with the small apartment being closed up and uninhabited for so long. While Kankurou had been out doing his business, she had swung by in an attempt to make the place semi-livable again, restocking the cupboards and fridge to keep them comfortable for a few days just in case. A friend of hers popped over every now and again just to make sure some random traveler hadn't taken up residence in her absence, but that courtesy didn't extend to keeping the place clean sadly.
Eyes were easily drawn to the expanse of bare skin put on display as Kankurou strolled across the room to where she sat, an eyebrow raising as he downed a good portion of the vodka before moving to hover over her.
Sipping nonchalantly at her own glass, she contemplated the two vials held out to her. "Hmm...decisions, decisions. Thinkin' maybe I've had enough tricks for one evening so how about a treat?"
"Had enough of th' tricks already? Anko, you're dissappointin' me 'ere.."
But nonetheless, Kankurou removed the black vial from the palm of his hand, leaving the orange one left. Straightening up, Kankurou used both hands to carefully pull out the stopper of the vial and dumped the seemingly liquid contents into his palm. Which interestingly enough, did not solidify, but formed into a sphere-like pill as soon as it made contact with Kankurou's skin. The orange pill was then popped into Kankurou's mouth as his hands moved to capture Anko's hair in his fingers. Leaning forward, with one knee on the couch, Kankurou slowly delivered the pill in his mouth to Anko through a tantalizingly slow and soft kiss, his tongue slipping into her mouth with the pill on the tip. True to his word, the pill tasted sweet like candy and with the addition of the method of delivery, it became a rather literal form of "treat".
The mild taunt was easily forgiven the moment his lips made contact with hers. Without the fear of someone plowing into them, Anko easily swallowed the odd textured drug and enjoyed the lazy play of tongues, her free hand reaching up cup Kankurou's cheek. Pulling back after a few moments, she ran her tongue across her upper lip, tasting the residual sweetness from the pill. "Think I can easily get used to that, far better than a needle," she grinned, leaning forward again to drop a quick kiss on his lips. Eyes dropping down to where Kankurou had sat the second vial on the table, she picked it up, holding it up to him. "So what's the difference between the two, hmm?"
"Th' black one's got a heavier dose of 'desiac an' E innit. An' it tastes bitter as hell. Th' orange one's jus' smaller dose, though it's pretty strong, too. Don't underestimate it." He returned her kiss with a similar quick one on her neck and moving downwards, nosing the blanket around her aside. When he reached her collar bone, he straightened up again to reach for the said vial. Kankurou gave it a wary glance before uncorking it and smelling the contents. "Fuckin' bastard used my mix," he growled, realizing the element inside that was his signature in all his sexually enhancing products. But then again, there was something else in it that he couldn't identify, but it was definitely not his work. Maybe this was the "new thing" his client had guaranteed him. Giving it another seconds worth of analyzing, Kankurou downed it in one go.
The liquid ran through his mouth and throat quickly, leaving a burning trail behind, making Kankurou cough hard once or twice, his eyes watering a bit. The burn was even stronger than the vodka he had downed earlier, his fingers tightly gripping the couch's fabric for a second or so before it passed.
"Wha' th' fuck did he put in this?" Kankurou sputtered as soon as he composed himself, no doubt, looking like an idiot again in front of Anko. The only feeling he could feel immediately was the heat rising in his face, like someone who had too much alcohol.
Anko couldn't help but be suitably impressed when a quick sniff had been enough for Kankurou to easily identify certain components of the chemical he held. But she couldn't deny the relief that she was feeling seeing his reaction to the drug, rather glad with her choice as well as the fact that she didn't jump the gun and attempt to give him his dose the same way he had administered hers. Raising herself up on her knees, the blanket sliding fully off her shoulders as she reached over to run a comforting hand along his spine while he tried to pull himself together. He hadn't given her any grief over her little needle issue (not when it really counted anyway), so she wasn't about to pick at him now. Perhaps some other time in the future but there would always be other opportunities to do so. Other opportunities that wouldn't leave her with a pissed off Kankurou that would more than likely leave her ass hanging after toying with her all evening.
Once she felt that the moment had passed, the hand that had been stroking his back traveled up further to push back the hair that had fallen onto his face, tucking the errant lock behind his ear. "For someone who's so adamant about keeping nymphos away from aphrodisiacs, you sure are quick to pull 'em out aren't ya?"
Kankurou flopped down on the couch next to her as he caught his breath, his head spinning at the moment.
"'Ey, you suggested this, so all I'm doin' is tryin' t'follow through. Drugs are out, 'cause I don't know how t'save a fuckin' life when it comes to an overdose an' anythin' with needles are out, too. I don't wanna get a black 'n blue on my jaw again..." His hand reached up and caught her hand, bringing it to his mouth as he planted a kiss on the palm and continued upwards towards her shoulder. "'Sides, you wanna see me get a taste of my own medicine, don'tcha?" he mumbled into her neck as he reached it, then moving down to her bare shoulders before pulling away.
Even with his mind a bit hazy, Kankurou still had his wits about him, having experienced this cycle of aphrodisiac-high way too much. He never used any of his own products for recreational usage, but he developed them through trial-and-error. It was enough to have amassed a common sense about them, which was prevailing through his cloudy mind at the moment. And the common sense was telling him right now that in a short moment, it was going to go take a hike for a good amount of time, leaving him with nothing sensible to dictate his mind and body.
A soft sigh escaped her as Kankurou's lips traced a path up her arm before settling at her neck for a few moments. She could not deny the appeal of seeing him completely lost to the chemicals that were quickly coursing through his body, though logic dictated that she probably wouldn't be able to enjoy it for too long before she was pulled under as well. Crawling over, she eased herself onto his lap, watching him with the same interest as everything else that she deemed 'fascinating'. Fingers deftly unhooked the remaining buttons of his shirt, her hands slowly sliding the fabric off his shoulders and down his arms before tugging it off completely and dropping it to the floor beside them.
Tilting her head to the side she watched him intently, a hand reaching up to run through his hair, she was very much amused by the hazy look that was slowly overtaking his features, allowing them to relax from their typical scowling or smirking expressions. Bending forward she brushed her lips softly against his before pulling back slightly with a grin twisting her lips.
"So tell me 'Kurou darling, how are you feeling?"
A slow grin grew on his face as Kankurou let his head fall back on the back of the couch, closing his eyes at the same time. "Don't get cocky," he mumbled out of the corner of his mouth, knowing full well that Anko was using the same line he did that time he gave her the needle. But if he was really pushed to answer, it wouldn't have been what Anko described to him that night. This time, every single sense was enhanced, other than his eyesight; his tongue could taste the sweetness of Anko's lips, his skin could feel the individual strands of cotton fiber of the dress shirt being removed from him, not to mention the content sigh that rumbled out of his chest as Anko threaded her fingers through his hair.
He literally caught a case of goosebumps as Anko voiced the question, her voice coming out to be sultry, low, warm, and smooth. Combined with her touches here and there, Kankurou was hers, his mind having gone over the edge already and only focusing on those little things.
"How you feelin'?" Kankurou moved his head forward and nuzzled against Anko's cheek, breathing in that scent of hers that now lingered almost everywhere in his apartment in Ceno, driving him nuts every time she went out for the night.
"Not too bad," she hummed, her earlier grin softening into a smile at the affectionate gesture. There was an undeniable warmth that was slowly working it's way through her system, but whether it was the drug or man underneath her she couldn't be certain but she wasn't about to argue in either case. The hand that was tangled in his hair tilted his jaw up so that she could nibble at his lips, tugging his lower lip between her teeth, sucking on it lightly. She was torn between wanting to watch his individual reactions to her ministrations and just continuing on, seeing how he reacted physically.
So focused she was on Kankurou's reactions to her lips brushing here, a tickle of fingers there, she didn't realize her own state until she refocused on his mouth and noticed that her quickening breath was matching the puffs blowing from his parted lips. The sudden knowledge egged her on to bring her mouth down hard on his, hands reaching up to tangle not so gently in his hair, fingernails scraping harshly at his scalp while she did her damnedest to devour that mouth that seemed to devour her very soul at times.
If her gentle caresses had already been enough to cause a sensory overload, her sudden aggressiveness elicited the same feeling; only ten times greater. He could taste her teeth now, along with the full length of her tongue, bringing a sickly sweet taste mixed in with the sharp taste of alcohol. Hands trailed down her sides and landed on her hips before moving up on her back, fingers splayed on her skin. The temperature was stifling at this point, making Kankurou breathe heavily at every movement. A low moan escaped his mouth as Anko continued to be rough, her fingers entangled in his hair and pulling firmly. The sound of his vocal reaction would have been strange if Kankurou had the right state of mind to comprehend it, since he always tried hard to make Anko moan from his ministrations on her body.
A sure sign that there was nothing coherent left in his mind as he fought to taste and feel more of the woman in his lap. A line was created down her back as his fingers had pressed firmly against her body and moved down her spinal cord, allowing an instant physical reaction that allowed him more access to her neck.
The low moan rumbled through Kankurou's chest, creating a pleasant vibration against hers as Anko paused to catch her breath, her forehead pressed against his shoulder. Giggling lightly to herself with the easily earned vocalization, she pressed a kiss to Kankurou's forehead, her giggle sobering to a soft moan of her own with the press of fingers arching her forward, his lips and teeth attacking her neck much as she had his mouth just moments before. As his fingers dipped down just under the edge of her skirt, her sudden movement caused to the both of them to draw a sharp breath at the friction created as her hips moved against his, her hands immediately falling from Kankurou's hair to grip his biceps tightly as the roughness of his pants and her noticeable lack thereof made itself painfully clear in the obviousness of his body's very familiar reaction to the closeness of her own.
Much as she was tempted to repeat the motion to help push Kankurou a little further into oblivion, Anko instead eased herself back up off her comfortable position on his lap, standing slowly and ensuring she would have enough mobility and balance to guide the both of them. Her couch had been fine in a pinch before, but there was a big difference between the couch at her other apartment and this cramped loveseat.
"C'mon sweetie, lets go get in bed. It'll be easier movin' around there then here," she murmured against his ear, hoping he'd have just enough frame of mind to travel the short distance. She couldn't help but be fascinated at the distinct differences in reaction time in the different forms of the drug. There was no doubt it was still working on her, but seeing Kankurou so wrapped up in it's thrall, well she just hoped she would be able to remember all of this once they both sobered out.
Half-lidded eyes blinked slowly before Kankurou got up slowly and clumsily, finding it hard to detach himself from Anko's body. His vision nothing but soft lights and vague shapes and his movements had all the elegance of a drunkard, but without the stench of alcohol in his breath, nor the nausea that would usually pass through. With only his pants on, he couldn't help but suppress a sudden shudder at the cold draft that was blowing through the window. A touch suddenly registered in his mind as Anko led him to the location of the bedroom, as if leading a blind man. Suddenly all the soft lights in his blurred vision turned dark as both of them entered a dark room. Hazily sensing a halt in their movements, Kankurou brought Anko's hand to his mouth and then giving each delicate digit his utmost attention with his mouth.
"Anko..." Partially-covered green eyes looked down into the violet ones opposite them, carrying a dull spark elicited by her name, by the touch of her skin against his lips.
Teeth sunk sharply into her lower lip, eyes adjusting as best they could in the darkness to follow the movement of Kankurou's mouth working over each of her fingers with care. Her newly damp thumb swiped softly over his lips, slightly swollen from her earlier attack. The sudden purr of her name caused a delicious roll of heat to pass through her, half-lidded eyes rising lazily to meet his. Anko was slightly surprised to see a little more recognition and focus to the smoky green eyes that were wholly focused on her.
"'m right here darlin', not going anywhere." Trailing her hand from Kankurou's cheek down the strong muscles corded in his neck, vaguely feeling the fluttering of his pulse underneath the pads of her fingertips before continuing down his chest. Her other hand joined the first, dancing over overheated skin before both arms curled themselves around his waist, pressing their bodies together from hips to shoulders. Angling her head upwards, her tongue traced a languid stripe from his collarbone to just under his jawline. Long time familiarity told her their desired target was still a few feet behind her as she gently tugged Kankurou forward. A hand returned to it's former position against his cheek, thumb brushing the line of his cheekbone as her tongue curled around his, holding his attention as she sank down onto the bed, pulling him back with her as she scooted backwards to make room for him.
Now with on the bed, literally on his hands and knees, Kankurou moved forward with the Anko's lips, not wanting to break the connection between their mouths. As his body stretched out over the mattress, his hands slowly moved up her back, and to her arms. And when he came to her forearms, Kankurou broke the contact between them as he pinned her body against the bed, one hand holding her arms above her head and the other lazily stroking a line down her stomach. He had vaguely heard her response, although it came to him in a more muffled kind of sound rather than understandable individual words. But at the moment, it wasn't words that were important, rather where your mouth was. And currently, Kankurou's lips were working a faster and harder contact against her skin as he left a burning trail of marks and bruised kisses down her front and to her navel, where his tongue toyed with her piercing there.
The hand currently holding her arms down and keeping her from touching him, did so with a surprising grip for someone who had seemed so incoherent not that long ago. Perhaps she would have been amused any other time but at the moment Anko just wanted to try to retake the control that had been hers for so short a time, to try and illicit some more of those lovely noises it was normally so hard to pull from Kankurou.
The rapidly metastasizing chemicals in her body worked against her as the path of sharp bites and marks trailed down her stomach. Anko didn't realize the soft whine that fell from her lips as her attention refocused itself on the feeling of Kankurou's tongue dipping in her navel to toy with the piercing that lay there. The damp muscle running over the sparkling stud and it's surrounding skin, the heat from his breath tickling the skin in it's wake...was indeed a wonderful sensation to be felt against her entirely too sensitive flesh. Arching against his mouth, Anko hooked a leg over his hip, the action reminding her that there were still entirely too many clothes separating them from that tantalizing feel of skin sliding against skin, her stockinged foot rubbing at his pants with some level of irritation.
The grip on her hands loosened when Kankurou felt the presence of her leg on his hip, bringing both of them closer than they were, closing the gap between their bodies. Just the feel of her moving underneath him, the friction of their skin and the heat from both their sensitive skin made Kankurou breathless and longing for her own driven touch over his body again. Fingers played with the clasp of the leather top as Kankurou moved back up again to kiss her again, like the many times they had already done before, but even so, each time left him wanting more and more. Rather than being lost in the stupor of the aphrodisiac, now was the stage when things were wanted, needed, right before the climax. Like an urge to lengthen the mild pleasuring before it reached to a point where it would be too much and fade away.
There was an unvoiced plea for Anko to move against him, to touch him or do anything before that sweet dull ignorance that blanketed his mind faded away, as he bruisingly kissed her full lips, almost frantically.
The kiss was nearly enough to make Anko forget what it was that she had wanted just moments before, the play of their mouths was something she could never get enough of, whether it was of the soft teasing variety, the slow mind numbing kind or the ones like this current one that was fierce and heavy with unvoiced desires and feelings. In a surprising burst of agility that should not have been possible under the circumstances, Anko flipped their positions seamlessly without even breaking the kiss.
Kankurou's impatience was infectious, easily bleeding over to Anko who slid herself so that she was straddling his lap once again, tugging off the offensive scrap of leather that hung loosely from her shoulders. Grinding her hips in a slow hard roll against his, she finally broke off the kiss to let her forehead rest against his to groan at the sensation, equally tormenting to the man beneath her as well as herself. It was in that moment Anko decided to hell with the teasing and tormenting. She'd just make it up to Kankurou later, though at this point she highly doubted he would mind. Crawling down the length of his body, breath hitching at every brush against her skin, she fumbled with the clasp of his pants not particularly giving a damn if they tore nor the torment her movements were causing Kankurou.
A small cry of triumph echoed amidst the heavy breathing that filled the room, followed by the rustling of cloth as Anko tugged his pants and underwear down over his slender hips, not bothering to remove them completely. Her hand wrapped around the rock-hard length of him, easily stroking the velvety hardness with a practiced hand while her other worked at the removal of her remaining clothing. Glancing up she saw that Kankurou's head was thrown back against the pillows, causing her hand to still until he had opened his eyes again to focus on her. Not breaking eye contact she crawled back up over his hips, gasping harshly at feel of her overly-sensitized flesh being penetrated as she sank down slowly, the long evening of teasing allowing him to slide home with ease even as her fingernails dug into the bedding at his side at the sensation she had been craving since she saw him walk into the club.
Hands shot out to grab/hold onto anything in range, finding the smooth ridges of Anko's hips and fingers latched on. Kankurou's pupils dilated rapidly as her hand suddenly wrapped around him, pulling him even further into a world of sensation and no logic. His mouth cracked open with a strangled groan as the hand was soon replaced by a stifling heat and pressure. And then there was that pause that grabbed his attention, whether or not his hazy mind was aware of it or not, but after seeing the whites of his eyes, Kankurou was compelled to look at her, even if she was composed of blurry edges. But the color of her eyes was clear and the only thing he remembered before she started to move again, making him throw back his head against the pillow, his hands moving with her.
Her mind barely registered the hands on her hips as she began to move, chest heaving as she fought to replace the air that had rushed out of her as he had slid inside of her. Moving her hands to Kankurou's shoulders now that she was no longer in danger of slicing them with her fingernails, Anko braced herself as she set a steady rhythm, not hard enough to send either of them careening over the edge just yet but steady enough to keep it just within arms reach.
It wasn't long before a thin sheen of sweat covered the both of them, the slick slide of skin against skin assisting with the fluidity of Anko's movements as she rolled her hips against his, sheets sticking uncomfortably under her knees. Releasing her grip on Kankurou's shoulders, her hands moved down to tug at the ones holding on tightly to her hips, gently tugging them off before interlacing her fingers with his, bringing their joined hands up to rest on either side of his head as she dipped her lips down to press heated kisses where she could, the quiet whisper of his name barely heard over the harsh breathing.
The initial high of the drug was wearing off (Kankurou expected nothing less from a second-rate dealer) but it still left him with that enhancement on his senses, though everything looked more clearly now. But the drug wasn't even the cause of what was making him breathe as uncontrollably as he did when he drank it. His head tilted upwards to catch Anko's lips swaying over him, even if it was for a brief moment before he was pulled under again. Teeth gritted when he felt his limit coming, the sweat of their bodies only making it worse as it allowed them to move faster and faster.
For a brief second, it seemed that everything was a blur as Kankurou untangled his fingers from her hands and reached up to run them through her hair as he flipped them over, making their teeth clash briefly and allowing a low moan to filter through them again. Hooking an arm under her one of her legs, Kankurou picked up speed around her warmth, trying hard to hold back the inevitable ending. His lips moved blindly about the side of her face as he buried his head in the crook of her neck, where it joins with her head. They move soundlessly as he whispered things to her that he would have a hard time saying if there was not the aid of the drug to help him. And then there's that three-worded phrase that was drawn out from his very gut that abruptly broke everything into a thousand pieces.
I love you.
The change in position was a welcome one as Anko had begun to lose what little bit of control she had had left, thighs shaking in the effort to keep up the pace she had set. Kankurou's driving hips pushed her quickly to that precipice that had been hovering just out of reach, the hot breath tickling her neck added in with the soft words that were filtering through the haze of the narcotics causing that knot inside of her to wind tighter and tighter until those three little words cut completely through the fog, sharper then any blade she had ever wielded, causing her entire world to shatter into oblivion.
Her mind slowly pieced itself back together, registering first the fingers in her hair followed closely behind by the warm weight still resting on top of her. The warmth of her post-orgasmic afterglow paled in comparison to this new warmth that seemed to light her from the inside. Violet eyes slowly slid open even as her hand reached up to cup Kankurou's face, trying to read into his eyes before saying something she'd never thought she would in her lifetime and something that would be irrevocable once given.
"I love you too."