Memento

A/N: For those that don't know, Kotetsu and Izumo are the two guys who held their own unofficial first test of the Chuunin exams. They are members of Morino Ibiki's Torture and Interrogation Squad. Kotetsu is the guy with the spikey black hair and bandage across his nose and Izumo is the guy with the hair covering one eye.

Also, this chapter is a bit lighter than the one before it. Being who I am, I wanted to start the story off with a bang, one hell of a mindfuck and judging from people's reactions, I think I have succeeded.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. If I did, I certainly wouldn't be focusing on that little crack baby. o_o

Chapter 2: Two and a Needle

"Dammit Izumo! Come back here!"

Anko and Izumo squared off across the table. Anko had a long needle in one hand and a cottonball with peroxide in the other. Izumo was clad in just a pair of khaki shorts, his Leaf bandanna, and bunny house slippers. Anko was dressed in a short, dark purple, silky, kimono robe that came up rather high on her thigh. She had chased him all over their small 3 bedroom apartment with the sterilized piercing needle and the cottonball dipped in peroxide and so far, she hadn't been able to catch him. Izumo was panting and gripping the back of a chair. Anko was rather tired as well. Their eyes locked.

"C'mon now Izumo, you asked me to do it for you since you are too shy to go to the parlor and have them do it. You even told me to restrain you if you tried to run away so that's exactly what I'm doing!"

"I changed my miiiind!" Izumo wailed.

Anko lunged over the table and Izumo clutched his chest defensively and skittered into the kitchen. Anko sighed and blew her bangs up in frustration. She carefully pocketed the items and slid off the table, sneaking into the kitchen. He wasn't there. Izumo had snuck off elsewhere. Anko snuck about the apartment and looked about for him. It didn't take her long to figure out that he was hiding in the least likely place for her to look- her bedroom. He had crouched behind the far side of her four-posted bed close to the wall. She started a series of seals as she sprung to the end of the bed, cornering him.

"HA! I found you!" she yelled.

Izumo jumped up and tried to escape across her bed but Anko released her jutsu.

"Body Bind no jutsu!" she yelled.

"Hey! No f-"

Izumo felt his limbs stiffen and fell face forward on her squishy waterbed. 'Damn!' he swore mentally. Anko grinned triumphantly and flipped him over. The Special Jounin pushed him up so his head was at the head of the bed. She spun chakra strings around his wrists and tied his wrists together, wrapping the chakra string around the headboard and pulling his arms above his head. She didn't bother with his feet- she knew he wouldn't kick her. He was too gentle and yielding, especially to her.

Anko smirked. Poor Izumo was helpless under her jutsu. She moved onto the bed and straddled him, her smirk growing even more devious.

"I bet you like this position, don't you?"

He couldn't respond, obviously. Her hands braced his waist and felt the muscles there. Slowly, she moved her hands up and caressed his pectoral muscles. This was one thing she liked a lot about Izumo. He was 24 and he still had a bit of baby fat. He wasn't ripped or buff like the other shinobi. Izumo was... softly muscled, unlike Kotetsu who was sculpted rather well. Izumo was soft and pliant, the curves of his muscle being smooth and flowing all over his body. Anko had memorized the pleasant contours of his body and thought it a travesty that other women hadn't noticed him. He was a very plain looking ninja, not much special about him. His skin was a soft peach, his eyes a plain, boring brown, his hair short except for the bangs that hung over his right eye, which was probably the oddest thing about him. He smiled freely and laughed and joked about some of the strangest things. Then again, that was why she liked him so much. Izumo was unremarkable- until you got him alone, naked, and in bed. She adored every bit of him and that was all that really mattered at this juncture in time.

She smiled wide and took out the needle and peroxide ball. She dabbed his left earlobe with gentle swipes on both sides. Then she pressed the tip of the needle to Izumo's earlobe. He wanted to jump out of his skin but then she pushed it through with a swift jab. It felt like a mere pinch and there was a small, dull pain but nothing he couldn't handle. She did a few short seals and partially released the jutsu so he could speak and move his head.

"You don't play fair Anko," he said.

"Mmm... I know," she smirked, leaning forward and nibbling his lower lip. He sighed at the sensation.

"The Body Bind jutsu, the chakra strings," he said, trailing off and nipping back at her lips. She kissed him more fully.

"Yeah, so? You and I both know that if you really wanted to, you could get out of the strings at least," she replied.

And she was right too. Izumo rather liked being tied up, feeling her chakra bound about his wrists and pulsating slightly against his skin and pulse point was a pleasant sensation to the ninja. He liked it when she tied him with her chakra strings. His mind drifted back to the time she had come home to their apartment from a particularly harrowing mission and had practically assaulted him as soon as she had laid eyes on him. He had been in his bunny slippers, boxers, and a bathrobe, sipping on some warm coffee when Anko had stormed into the living room. The Special Jounin had pounced on him, spilling his coffee and binding him to the reclining chair with masses of chakra strings. His brand-new silk boxers were reduced to tatters as she tore them off and proceeded to just fuck him in the reclining chair. They had gone on for hours and when Kotetsu had come home around 12 AM, she had attacked him too and dragged the three of them to the floor. The sun had begun to peek into the living room around 7 AM and it was then that they realized all three were going to be late for work if they didn't get in the shower now. Somehow, they had managed to get to work relatively on time but each was exhausted and had bags under their eyes.

While Izumo was lost in that memory, Anko had dug an earring out of her pocket and secured it in his ear. She smiled at her best friend and confidante, Izumo. 'Such a skittering coward somedays,' she thought,' But that's okay. He's my skittering coward.' Despite the things they had gone through together along with Kotetsu, he had somehow managed to stay good-natured, sweet, kind, and caring. Anko remembered when she had first met Izumo and all the traits she now loved about him were things she used to tease him about. When she was a girl, it was all about power and strength to her. Anko had acted tough, talked tough, and walked tough. She still did but ever since the lessons that Orochimaru had imposed on them, she had learned that in the face of him, she compared very little to him. On more than one occasion, she had found comfort in Izumo's arms. Both of them had been crying, one out of emotional pain and the other out of physical pain.

Very carefully, she picked up the peroxide laced cotton ball. Anko loved her two best friends very much and showed it as often as she could. Her light brown eyes looked up at his face. He was still lost in memory and judging from the look on his face and the slight erection she felt against her rear since she was seated on his abdomen. Anko smiled. This was another habit of his, getting lost in memories. Time to bring him out of it.

She leaned over and flicked her tongue over his left nipple, keeping her eyes on him. He didn't move at all. 'Hmm, must be a good memory,' she purred in her mind. She pressed her lips to the little mound of flesh and gently took it in her mouth. A few gentle rakes with her teeth and it stood erect on his chest. Anko released it slowly, her teeth clicking together as the nipple slid out from between them.

Beneath her, Izumo shuddered. He was still lost in memory and was clenching and unclenching his fists, trying to find something to grab and hold onto. Taking the nipple between thumbnail and forefingernail, she used her free hand to retrieve the needle. This one was a little larger than the one used for his ear and would go through a little more painfully.

Anko pressed the point to one side of his left nipple. With a practiced jab, she pushed the needle through the sensitive bit of flesh. His body tensed sharply and his hips bucked out of reaction. He blinked several times and sighed in relief. He was wrested sharply from his memories and cames spinning back to a reality of a partially clothed, beautiful woman who had him bound to a bed and a needle through his left tit. Better than a fantasy or memory for sure.

He leaned his head back against the pillow and purred softly, his nerves still twitchy from the large, foreign object in a sensitive spot. Anko smirked down at him, her tongue touching her canine through slightly parted lips.

"I've got to pull it out now, Izumo."

"Go ahead," he breathed.

She drew the needle through, the slightly larger eye getting stuck for a moment. His lower back arched as she tugged gently to encourage the needle through. Groans and soft 'ahs' issued from the chuunin as his muscles tensed sharply off and on. The pain raced along his nerves and excited him. There was no escaping it and he could feel his being coil tightly as the eye started to go through.

With a faint slipping sound, the needle was through and blood beaded on either side of the wound. He relaxed, breathing quickly but not hard. His nerves were rattled but he loved every second of it. Shivers coursed over his body and patches of gooseflesh popped up. Approval of her skill was hummed softly as he shifted beneath her.

"Aww..." Anko purred," You're bleeding..."

Of course he was. Now came the part that had always disturbed him yet excited him the most- her partaking of his blood. According to Anko, his blood was a bit sweeter than Kotetsu's, whose was a bit more coppery. The needle was licked clean and then placed in her pocket. Then she pressed the area around the nipple, making more blood ooze out of the wound. One rivulet streaked over his side but Anko would not let a drop go to waste. She shifted quickly and caught it just before it reached the sheets with the side of her tongue and traced it back up to his nipple.

First, just the tip of her tongue danced around the areola of the nipple, collecting the blood that had wandered there until all that was left was the source. Stretching along his body a bit so her silken panties came in contact with his swollen erection, he groaned softly but made no attempt to rush her. There was sweetness in waiting and even greater satisfaction at the end if time was taken. Izumo drew in his breath as she finally deigned to take his nipple into her mouth again. The temperature change was noticeable, going from feeling the humid air of passion with it's undercurrents of A/C that slipped in through the cracks in the bed's curtains to the moist, powerful atmosphere of her mouth.

Her hands gripped his chest as she suckled softly, her tongue pressing the bit of flesh against her upper set of teeth. Slowly, she moved her hips over his crotch, the friction causing a bit of heat to add to the already building heat between them. Her hips stayed in time with her mouth's ministrations and Izumo writhed beneath her. Gradually, Anko picked up the tempo, moving a little faster and suckling a little harder on his nipple. Not too hard, mind you, and she bit periodically to throw him off.

Izumo's nerves were alive and his groin was starting to ache a little. It'd been a few days since he'd had a release of the sexual sort since he had only returned home that afternoon from a mission. Yet Anko had caught him when he was most desperate and most sensitive. His boxers felt tight despite their looseness and he longed to just... just... he had no idea. Thinking was a little far from his mind at the moment.

Then her mouth left him only to be replaced a moment later by cold steel - a ring. The bleeding had stopped for the most part when she clipped the ring in. It took a few minutes before Izumo could raise his head from the pillow so he could look at the ring. He smirked and let his head fall back against the pillow.

Anko could see the content in her friend's face and decided that one ring was enough for today. She'd get the right nipple later but right now, she wanted to finish what she had started. His arousal had been evident since she'd crawled atop him and he'd done a very good job of waiting. A reward was in order and Anko considered her options. Simply giving him head would not do, nor would simply jumping on his dick and fucking him to oblivion suffice. Choices, choices, choices...

Izumo shifted anxiously beneath her, whining softly as she sat there and thought about what to do next. After a moment, she leaned over him, one hand reaching towards the chakra string that bound his right wrist. Her breasts were close to his face and he leaned up to bite playfully at them through the cloth. She giggled as she released his hands and then rested atop him while his arms slowly slid around her waist.

"See? It wasn't that bad," she said," Skittering coward..."

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A/N: Hahaha... left you all hanging but with good reason! I was thinking of not updating this fic but I started getting e-mails from people asking me to update it so.... yeah. When people are willing to spend 5 minutes to tell your sorry ass to update, it must be good. O_o

The scene continues in chapter 3. Chapter 3 goes up after 13 new reviews appear. ^.^