Author Notes: Fourth fic for my Alphabet Meme. Anko/Iruka is hot, dammit. I must convert more people to the cause!

Pairings or Characters: Anko/Iruka, Kurenai, implied Kakashi/Sakura
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Prompt – W is for Wine.

Always the Quiet Ones

Anko smirked at him over her wine glass as she swirled it in small circles in front of her. He was already drunk as he slumped on his stool next to Kakashi, and she absently wondered if they came here together. Kurenai glanced over her shoulder, wondering what the hell her dinnermate was staring at, before rolling her eyes.

"Anko, you know Kakashi. He's never once accepted your offer since that student--"

"I'm not looking at Kakashi," Anko snarled, not caring to remember the number of times he'd turned her down. Few people rejected her, either because they were too horny or too afraid she'd beat the living crap out of them for saying no. Kakashi had to have excellent control over his libido, she had decided. Kurenai raised an eyebrow and glanced back again, this time turning around much slower.

"... Iruka?"

Anko's smirk grew wider.

"He looks like he's about to vomit," she pointed out curiously. Anko nodded absently, and suddenly Kurenai had an idea what her friend was planning. Rolling her eyes again, she said nothing more and finished up her meal.

Iruka, who had been growing steadily more wobbly on his chair during their conversation, suddenly fell to the floor with a loud thud. Kakashi didn't seem to notice, but Anko downed the rest of her wine and stood. Kurenai shot her a teasing remark about protection as the jounin headed towards her prey.

"Let me help you," she smiled in his ear as she pulled him up and started dragging him towards the bathroom.

"Nn... Anko?" he mumbled weakly, barely able to lift his neck up. She hummed happily at him, pushing open the door to the men's restroom and shooing out all current occupants with a single glare. Finding a decently clean stall -- more because she figured he'd be bothered if it was too dirty than for herself -- she pushed him in, locked the stall door behind her, and straddled him as he clumsily fell back on the toilet. He blinked in surprise before reaching up a hand to settle on the back of her neck and pull her down.

He tasted like rum and cashews, and she licked at his teeth to taste more of it. She jumped at the feel of his cool hand suddenly up her skirt, before smirking against his lips. It's always the quiet ones that were more adventurous, she thought with a grin. Not one to delay, Anko began expertly unbuttoning his pants, but before she could reach her fingers inside his boxers, she was suddenly pushed up against the stall door with a loud bang as he pulled her legs around his waist and buried his face in her chest.

"Mm, so good," Iruka mumbled as his tongue traced small circles through her fishnet. "You taste just like I thought."

Oh yes. Anko was very, very pleased with her choice in company for the evening.