After hearing he was okay, she shoved Kakashi hard against the wall, she gave him a sharp grin.
The impact rattled the boards behind him, and she pressed her palms into his chest, her nails scratching him, heat spitting between them.
"Do you have any idea," she hissed,
"How long have I wanted to get you alone after nights like that?"
Kakashi barely moved, letting her pour her heat against him. His chest rose slowly, steadily, while hers heaved like a cornered predator.
"Oh, I have some idea," he murmured. "You're about as subtle as a kunai to the throat."
"Don't pretend you don't like it." Her lips brushed the edge of his jaw, not kissing, just teasing him.
"I don't pretend, Anko. Ever."
That voice, flat, level, the same deadly weight he used in the field before ending someone. Not a threat. A promise.
She shivered, then grinned sharply.
"Then stop holding back. Or are you afraid I'll bite too hard?"
Kakashi's hands snapped out, wrists caught, her back spun, and slammed to the wall. His body pressed against hers. No aggression wasted. Deliberate, measured, inevitable.
"You don't get to make demands," he murmured in her ear. "Not in my space."
"Then take it." A tremor ran down her spine.
He didn't need another word.
He twisted her toward the futon, a hand flat between her shoulder blades, shoving her down with controlled force. She laughed as she writhed beneath him like a flame refusing to stay still.
But Kakashi was unmoved.
He began to strip her. Her clothes peeled away like layers of defense, each tug and pull telling her without words: You're mine because I allow it. You stay because you crave it.
Air hit her skin, her nipples hardening instantly, goosebumps racing over her body as the last scrap fell. Her grin faltered when his gaze locked down on her, not admiring, not gentle. Assessing. Possessing. As if she were a mission he'd complete at any cost.
He undressed himself in silence, every revealed inch of his toned muscle, scarred certainty.
Kneeling between her spread thighs, his hands ghosted her ribs, thumbs digging possessively at her waist, dragging downward slow enough to make her gasp.
"Tell me what you want."
"You. The real you." Her voice cracked.
Kakashi gave a dangerous chuckle.
"Then stop grinning like you're in control."
Her teasing melted. Fingers spread open on the futon, hips tilting, her thighs parting wider like an offering.
Kakashi took it. Took her.
He pressed his cock into her with maddening patience, dragging groans from her throat, cries stuttering from her lungs.
"Nnn-ahhh-f-fuck-" she moaned, her legs thrashing before he caged them still. Every thrust pinned her, split her, carved her wide until her nails tore the futon beneath.
"Too much?" he breathed near her ear.
"Nnnnghh, more!" Her answering snarl broke into a guttural moan.
He obliged. Controlled, ruthless. He ground her hips down, pulled her back up, used her like a training weight, sweat slicking his chest against her breasts. Every time her climax built, he stopped, slowed, dragged her back to the edge without release.
"Beg," he said.
"Please-please-fuck, let me-ahhhhhnn-" She spat a curse through clenched teeth, but her voice shook.
Only then did he drive her over, shattering her in waves as her screams muffled against his shoulder. And again. And again. He dictated when she broke, when she shook, when she drowned in her own pleasure.
When she collapsed, hoarse, trembling, sweat dripping down her back, Kakashi leaned in, lips brushing the hollow of her shoulder.
"You don't burn me, Anko. You temper me."
Her ragged laugh was half-sob, half-pride.
Meanwhile in the hallway…
Anko's guttural, broken moan tears out like silk ripped by kunai. Kakashi's commanding voice, saying "You'll take it. Every time."
Then, click, the silence seal he had put on finally snapped.
But the damage was done.
Kurenai stood frozen in the hallway, her lips parted, cheeks burning. Tsunade tilted her head as she crossed her arms, face calm but eyes sharp.
"He didn't lock it," Tsunade murmured.
"We shouldn't-" Kurenai's throat caught.
"You want to lie to me or yourself?"
The door creaked.
Unlocked.
Neither waited.
They stepped inside.
Kakashi didn't move immediately. He knelt over Anko, sprawled boneless, flushed, sweat-soaked, hair plastered to her cheeks, grinning weakly like a warrior after battle.
"You just couldn't help but break her first, could you?" Tsunade's voice cut sharply.
"You stood there listening," Kakashi answered, unmoved.
"I'm here now." She tugged at her robe sash, silk sliding open.
Kurenai shut the door, eyes darting between Anko's ruined body and Kakashi's towering calm. Her voice was barely breath: "Permission, Master?"
Kakashi turned. Three women in the room. One undone. Two waiting, burning. All his.
"Strip."
Kurenai obeyed instantly, fingers shaking. Tsunade's robe dropped heavy to the floor, candlelight licking her powerful frame, the faint bruises and bite marks he'd left days ago still blooming. She wore them like jewelry.
"Took you long enough…" Anko's laugh rasped from the futon.
"Still running your mouth?" Tsunade muttered.
"Can't run much else right now."
"Use me." Kurenai sank to her knees, her red eyes locked on Kakashi.
His hand gripped her chin, tilted her head up.
"I will not be gentle. You will get used."
"Yes, Master."
Fingers knotted in her hair, he dragged her down onto his cock. She gagged, eyes watering, but moaned deep, lips stretched obscene around him. "Mmmphhh-glkkk-ahhhhnnn" He held her there, hips rolling, using her throat like a sheath.
Behind her, Tsunade crouched low, watching the two while breathing heavily.
"I want my turn."
"You'll wait."
"I don't wait."
"You do now."
That voice slammed into her harder than any jutsu. She froze, pride warring with submission, then lowered her gaze. "Yes, Master."
He gave her nothing, pouring himself into Kurenai instead, fucking her throat until drool spilled down her chin, until she choked, broke, trembled under his grip. Only when her body shook did he let her collapse to the side, gasping, wrecked.
Now he turned to Tsunade.
"Up."
She rose, strong, broad shoulders glistening, every muscle coiled.
"Face the wall. Hands above your head."
Slow, deliberate, she obeyed. Candlelight sculpted her body into a weapon display, ass arched, back taut.
He walked behind, dragging fingers down her spine, pausing at her hips.
All his.
Tsunade's palms were flat against the wall, fingers splayed wide, knuckles whitening as Kakashi's grip locked tight on her wrists and pressed them higher until her arms strained.
"Hold it there," he ordered, voice so calm it made the command heavier, crueler.
"Hhhhnnnghh-damn-kakashi-" The curse shattered into a guttural moan as his hips slammed forward, cock burying inside her with obscene wetness, schhlk-shhhhk, over and over, pounding until her ass quaked against his pelvis.
Kakashi's body molded to hers, chest hard against her back, one hand leaving her wrist just long enough to fist her hair and yank her head back. Her cry cracked out, throat exposed, eyes fluttering.
"Still think you're untouchable, my dear Hokage?" he murmured against her ear, biting down hard on the lobe, his teeth digging just enough to make her gasp.
"Nnnnghh, you think you're breaking me?" Her answer was a hiss, half-laugh, half-moan.
His hips snapped up, deeper, harder, grinding her against the wall so she had no room to retreat. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, the sound of flesh hammering flesh echoed filthily through the sealed room.
"Not breaking," he growled, "I'm reminding."
Her legs shook, thighs flexing, every muscle of her battle-forged body resisting the instinct to collapse. He held her pinned high, forced her to take him at his pace, her cunt clenching hard around him, milking him with every brutal drive.
"Fffuckkkk-ahhhhhnn-!" Tsunade's moans tore raw from her throat, every one louder, wilder, breaking her pride piece by piece. He didn't let her bite them back, he dragged them out of her, grinding into her deepest point until she trembled, her breasts smashed against the wall as her nipples dragged across the cool wood.
Kakashi shifted his grip, one hand sliding down, palming her throat, squeezing lightly until her voice pitched into a strangled gasp. His other hand forced her ass back, slapping against it, the crack sharp before gripping the flesh hard, digging fingers deep enough to bruise.
"Say it," he demanded.
Her jaw clenched, teeth grinding. She wanted to spit defiance, but her cunt betrayed her, spasming around him, soaking his cock, dripping down her thighs.
"Say it," he repeated, hips pistoning faster, merciless.
"Y-you-" Her words broke on a scream as he bottomed out, his palm tightening around her throat, his thrusts punishing. "You own me-ahhhhhh fuckkk-Master!"
Her pride shattered into ash in the heat of his control, her body convulsing, walls squeezing him violently as her climax ripped through her, her legs finally buckling.
He didn't let her fall. He held her pinned against the wall, pounding her through it, forcing her to ride wave after wave, her voice gone ragged, guttural moans and cries spilling shamelessly: "Hhhhnnnnnghh-ooohhhh god-ahhhhnnnn-!"
When he finally let her collapse, she slid down the wall like a broken blade, her chest heaving, body trembling, sweat dripping between her breasts. She knelt there, ruined and glorious, her forehead pressed to the floor, gasping.
Kakashi towered above, still hard, still unrelenting, his hand fisting in her hair to keep her bowed low.
"How my dear Hokage," Kakashi murmured as he pulled her head back so she stared up at him with glazed, wild eyes.
"Here," he said, cock pressing against her lips, smearing her own slick across her face, "you're mine."