Naruto: The Prince of Lust

In the end, Asuma and Kurenai hadn't gotten together, and for the past three months, Anko hasn't felt content even with some of her favorite men. It was as if Kurenai's lack of the perfect romance somehow sucked away the joy of her casual sex flings. It's fortunate preparing for the exams kept her too busy for nights out or hookups, and as she watches Kurenai gently lay the slumbering half-naked boy in her bed—tucking him in—Anko finds herself absolutely salivating to hear this story.

Opening the bedroom door for Kurenai, the beautiful pair find themselves in her kitchen; lights on and a glass of honey wine between them. 'Another change,' Anko's mind notes as she leans forward with her strong abdomen pressed against the counter of the kitchen island.

In her low-cut red silk robe, Kurenai was leaning against the counter by the stove while Anko eyed the glass when she answered Anko's curiosity toward the wine. "I stopped stocking liquor in the house."

"Is he the reason why," Anko casually asks, nudging her chin at the ceiling to the blond in her bed. Kurenai doesn't answer and Anko grins wickedly. Respecting Kurenai's mind and her ability to use it, Anko breaks first, like that itchy criminal and openly confesses, "this is INSANE!" Laughing as Kurenai shushes her, worried the boy might wake up. "Not that I care you're robbing the cradle-"

"He's sixteen," Kurenai interjects before quickly adding, "please, Anko, this is going to be hard enough as it is without exaggerations and miscommunication."

Nodding her head with closed eyes and a huge amused grin, Anko agrees, "yeah, of course." Turning a little more serious, she starts, "before anything, there's just a few things I need to get out of the way. And just because I ask these questions doesn't mean I don't know who you are. This is just sooo not you… I'm in chaotic need of a realignment here."

Sighing audibly, Kurenai accepts with a nod and an, "I understand."

Anko first asks, "is he blackmailing you?"

"No," Kurenai quickly answers.

"Would you be allowed to tell me if he were," Anko counters.

"He's not blackmailing me," Kurenai answers before adding, "nor is he using some mind-controlling jutsu on me."

Nodding, Anko then asks, "…are you blackmailing him?"

Affronted, Kurenai touts, "no!"

"Alright," Anko responds, holding up a palm. Cautiously, she then asks, "are you using him to get over Asuma?"

Kurenai's face morphed with her words, from an affronted, "no…" to a doubtful, "not really…" then finally, a guilty, "not anymore." Clearly, there's a story there as Kurenai weakly requests, "please don't judge me."

"I'm offended," Anko humorously claims. "You know I'm not judgy like that." They pause as Kurenai takes another long swig of her sweet-red. Scratching her neck, Anko then tries for the big question, "is this, like… love… or something?"

Kurenai starts with, "I…" then, seemingly out of words to answer such a basic question, decides to drink her entire glass of wine instead.

Anko couldn't help her large eyes and loud groan. "Wooooooow," Anko gasps, taking a sip of her wine out of courtesy as she's not much of a wine drinker.

"He just snuck up on me," a blushing Kurenai tries to justify as she refills her glass.

Anko laughs out loud, guttural and joyously as she holds herself up on the counter to keep from falling, then jokingly asserts, "your fucking shadow ain't even that sneaky!"

"Moh, Anko," Kurenai groans in annoyance. "This isn't funny."

Weakly waving in surrender, the amused and relieved Anko takes many moments to settle down before apologizing, then continuing, "right, right, you're right. Hah… I guess the real question is, why didn't you tell me? I mean, we are girl-friends, right? I'm not wrong about that, am I?"

"No, no, you're not," Kurenai quickly allays. "Yes, Anko, we are, and you're right. I should've told you at some point."

"So…"

"…I didn't say anything… for a few reasons," Kurenai slowly answers to the best of her ability, again, alluding to a series of events behind all this. "At first," Kurenai continues. "It started as this unbelievably insane mistake, followed by another one, then another-"

"Been there," Anko toasts.

Kurenai raises her glass while saying, "then, before I knew it, it became more. And now… ugh, Kami, I… I think I'm falling." Kurenai takes another long swallow, though she doesn't empty the glass this time.

"Woooow," a blinking Anko sounds in sheer disbelief, taking a sip herself before asking, "and you're sure this has nothing to do with Asuma?"

"That's like asking if I like the color orange because I'm trying to forget the color blue… I don't know," Kurenai answers. "Everything is sort of mixed in, isn't it?"

"Wait," Anko states, waving her hands. "How long has this been going on- Wait, how far have you gone with him- Wait," Anko keeps interrupting herself when she recalls how sexy and glowing Kurenai has been looking and asks with the widest eyes of shock and certainty, "you've had sex with him, haven't you?"

After involuntarily licking her lips, Kurenai slowly voices, "…let me just start from the beginning," and Anko screams with giddy joy. After Kurenai pelts Anko with some napkins, the curvaceous torture specialist settles down. Taking the bottle with them, they move to the comfortable sofa in the living room and Anko listens to a story that will be ingrained in her memory for as long as she lives.

Anko only interrupted her beautifully embarrassed friend three times, asking, "you actually attacked him with kunai?" Then again with, "wait, how big is he?" And the final time with a surreptitious, "bitch, his dick does WHAT?"

Sliding lower on her comfortable sofa, an emotionally exhausted Kurenai finishes the hour-long story with, "and suddenly, he's this utterly surprising young man I just can't stop thinking about."

"Kami, so much makes sense now," Anko remarks. Scooting closer to her confused and emotional friend, Anko tells her in her most comforting voice, "I can understand some of that- actually, I can understand a lot of it; especially the drinking. But at the heart of it all, I get the options."

"Tsume-san is probably the only kunoichi I know who's a leader, still involved in the village, and has children," Kurenai remarks. "Even Yūgao-chan has expressed concerns about the role her gender is viewed to serve to the village."

"Well, she has an easier chance of getting Hayate-kun to stay home and mind the children," Anko comments about the chronically sick man, to which Kurenai sluggishly nods. "You know I always thought it was disgusting how women were expected to stay home while the men fight." "I do," Kurenai mumbles, lazily sipping her wine, before Anko continues, "as if I didn't want to be out there defending my home right next to em, not that I don't understand it. They can't pop out babies to refill the armies."

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