Seduction in Reflection—

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“You know, this ridiculous metabolism of yours isn’t very helpful.” Anko feigningly sneered in his direction, standard grace and pose abandoned among a slur of words. She was leaning towards the newly established chūnin with nary a clean thought in her mind. Despite the murky atmosphere of shady dealings and drowning sorrow, Anko found a breath of fresh air in Uzumaki Naruto—no matter how much he might irritate her on some occasions. However, it was clear that his tenant was playing with the effectiveness of liquor, and that was ruining her fun.

“Why is that?” His lips played with a small smile. Naruto knew what he was doing to her, and it infuriated the woman in the fishnet getup. She had taken down lesser men for such things; for Anko was patient, granted she got everything her way in the end.

“You know damn well.” Anko was momentarily put off by his crass and unaccustomed teasing.

“Maybe it’s just time for you to put down that empty glass. You’ve been holding it for the past ten minutes,” Naruto said sweetly, drawing his glass to cover a smirk hidden with amused laughter. He finished the shot of liquor with a flourish, savoring the taste of gluttonous dew.

“Enough with the heresy, you bastard!” Anko growled and waved her arm wildly, losing her grip on the stained glass. “I can still see the zipper on your pants”—

The burly man behind the counter cleared his throat; a wave of fresh rippling flesh followed under the cleft of his chin. He was a rather large man, but one with his intelligence about him. Naruto had done the courtesy of removing a few unkindly folk after a release of a few misconstrued words. The bartender—from then on—allowed the good and wholesome company of one Mitarashi Anko.

“What the fuck do you think you’re looking at, honey?” Anko’s slur and shifty eyes became more pronounced. She held her hand out for more booze, but had yet to realize the glass was missing. Leaning forward, the stool she sat upon was no longer sitting on four legs, but one—a question of whether shinobi reflexes or under-the-table intuitive muscle spasms were to blame rested precariously on the tip of Naruto’s tongue.

“I think you’ve had enough for one night, missy,” suggested the bartender. Ever careful with his words, delicacy derived from experience. Naruto could appreciate such wisdom in a place like this, but for now he had to deal with Anko.

“If you reprimand my drunkenness, surely you—you must reprimand his,” said Anko, trying to imitate the level of diplomacy the bartender used and shoving a finger into Naruto’s chest. In the process, her eyes caught an untouched drink and she scooped it up without a second thought.

Naruto chuckled and Anko glared darkly at him, hardly managing to stop herself from falling into his arms as he stood up. She bit her tongue quickly, experiencing a sudden shower of emotions that would describe the blonde as a tawny and soft-eyed heartthrob. Anko blinked hard, shaking her faithless thoughts free of such absurdity.

Regardless of such, her cheer was scarcely affected. Anko wrapped her arms around the jinchūriki, stating that he needed to “Take her.” What exactly she meant was open for interpretation.

“Are you sure it’s wise to let her carry on like so?” The bartender rolled his eyes over her body, observing the sorry state she was in.

“Who are we to—to judge him?” Anko proclaimed loudly, twisting to meet the bartender’s face. “These are dark times, and he has more laid on him than anyone should sustain.”

“And what do you mean of that?” The bartender shared a secret glance with Naruto, delighting in the amusing twist.

Anko shook her head with a slow production, her smile fading. “When one touches the—the abyss, bartender-boy, it is impossible to come away unchanged.” The Jōnin continued to sport the dramatic flair with the spirit of drunkenness.

Naruto began to lead her through the bar and out into the brisk night air. Silence permeated the two, each with thoughts on the other. The moon lit their way, reflecting against the pooled water in between the cracks of cobblestones. The stars accentuated the silver lining of clouds—a rare beauty gifted with rapturous exaltation through nocturnal eyesight. The stimulation of Anko’s slender digits trailing up and down his chest was euphorically intoxicating; enough so that he quickly sought any possible coves to help speed things along. Naruto found one easily enough, and pushed Anko against the wall with a husky growl. She responded in equal kind, moaning cutely as he took her lips in his.

“Do it,” she said sweetly—a rare side to the disturbing and often provoking demeanor she sported daily.

Naruto acquiesced, releasing himself from the tangle of limbs and formed a seal. “Henge,” he whispered, and became a carbon-copy of the lustrous woman in front of him. A predatory grin spread identically over two pairs of lips and hardly a moment of seductive teasing passed before the two were entwined once again.

“It may be a good idea to find another place for our meetings, love.” She leaned in closer, wrestling control of the soft, cherry lips she so adored. She twisted, stumbling only once to pin her copy against the wall—her fingers grasping the overhang on the wall, pushing for control. “Hardly—Ah!” A quick moan escaped her lips as the disguised Naruto found her neck. She raked her fingers on his back, drawing him closer to her tantalizing body heat. “Hardly ideal to remain here.”

Naruto seized the moment to speak when Anko switched positions with him and began pleasing his duplicated nipples. “It’s your fault, woman,” moaned the copied voice of Anko. “You can’t keep your hands to—ah!” Naruto squeezed his eyes shut. “—Yourself!”

“You couldn’t take us to the door?” Anko moaned over her kisses, pulling him into her lips by the cuff of his jacket.

“Huh?” Naruto said stupidly, stumbling as his lover pushed him away. Anko snorted in laughter and walked off, following an invisible line that wasn’t quite so linear. She rounded the corner and disappeared from sight. It was then that it occurred to Naruto just where they were. They had made their impromptu stop against the side of Anko’s building. A sharp crack of genuine laughter lit up the alleyway.

Naruto found Anko fumbling with her keys when he made his way, but she moaned in pitiful annoyance and tossed the keys into her pockets.

“Fuck it,” Anko giggled and kicked the door in. The woman stumbled backwards only to be caught by Naruto’s arms, which only spawned a new wave of snorts and giggles. “Thanks, lover-boy,” she purred, kissing his lips with a delicacy that only he knew.

A couple passed by, eyeing the two with strange looks. Naruto didn’t know what to make of it, so he smiled kindly and put his hand behind his head. Anko caught the action and looked at the couple with unrestrained glee.

“…’Scuse us, guys. My twin and I are going to fuck each other’s brains out.” She squealed in delight, threw Naruto through the door, and slammed it closed in one fluid motion.

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A/N: Dedicated to one of my betas, ‘cause she’s so awesome [and I’m trying to break her of her yaoi-smut addiction]. Thank you Vulpine Eloquence!

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