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“All done, ANBU-san,” Sakura said, disposing of the needle.
The masked ANBU nodded and rolled his sleeve back down. She could see the vein where she had stuck the needle to administer his medication, but she could not have said if his arm was bulging with muscle or if it was lean.
She only even knew he was male because the information was included in his chart. The seals all ANBU operatives wore on their masks obscured all their identifying features, far more than any standard genjutsu could. It had a really interesting effect – when she focused on his hair, she could tell it was black. As her eyes traced the way it flowed into a ponytail that was loosely thrown over one shoulder, she could tell it was long. But the instant she blinked, the knowledge slid out of her mind, and he was back to being a nameless, faceless, stranger.
She wore the same seal as well; sewn between the cloth layers of the medic’s headband she was required to wear whenever she entered ANBU’s medical labs. Her fingers itched to pry it apart and study the seal, but she resisted. She would not have put it past ANBU to have woven in further layers of protections, and setting them off might sabotage her own efforts to join them by proving her inability to handle classified information.
She recorded the procedure she had just done in the ANBU’s chart. It was important to be detailed and meticulous in her notes – she wore another seal that would fog her memory once she left the lab.
Never let it be said that Konoha did not take the secrets buried within its operatives’ bodies seriously. Especially not when those operatives were statistically more likely to be captured, and to be tortured for sensitive information. Such as the identity of their medic, who might be able to supply even more intel – like the medical complaints of all ANBU operatives.
“Medic-san?” the ANBU asked.
She turned, surprised. This ANBU – code S9 – rarely ever spoke.
“My body feels rather warm,” he explained. “It was not one of the potential side-effects of the medication that you listed earlier.”
That was more words than she had ever heard him string together consecutively.
She frowned. He was right – the medication she had given him was supposed to help reduce inflammation. She’d hoped it would help counteract the breathing issues he had as a result of overusing his –
His –
Well, he had overused something. The information had flitted out of her mind after she had completed her initial examination, and Sakura had, in line with the rules of confidentiality, not documented the exact ability he had overused.
In any case, it was not supposed to affect him this way. She took another glance at the bottle she had drawn the medication from. There was no way she could have given him the wrong one – he must be experiencing some kind of allergic reaction. The shipment had just been delivered that morning by an overly friendly silver-haired chuunin, and she had immediately set it on the table, knowing she would need it for S9’s appointment.
She froze, staring at the label. They had given her the wrong product. Instead of injecting him with an anti-inflammatory, she’d given him a rather potent aphrodisiac. How was that even possible? She had checked the bottle first, hadn’t she? She was certain that it hadn’t had that red label on it that indicated that it contained a controlled substance. Could she really have been so careless?
Her eyes widened as she read the dosage information. She’d given him a triple dose – she was absolutely fucked.
The next thing she knew, she was pinned against the wall, the rough concrete scraping against her cheek. The bottle thumped harmlessly onto the ground, while his cock, warm and hard, ground desperately against her ass.
“ANBU-san,” she gasped.
He seized her hips, pulling her more closely to him. “I’m sorry – I need, I can’t – ” he bit out.
His scent – woodsy and spicy – washed over her. No, she had to stay focused. She had an obligation to her patients. She’d already messed up once by giving him the wrong medication – what had she been thinking , had she really not even bothered looking at the label – she was not going to mess up even more by allowing him to do this.
Yet, what could she do? His grip was much too strong. Even as she writhed, trying to find any avenue of escape, he only sighed shakily, his warm breath caressing her neck with every pant and every cant of his hips.
Her vest was unzipped and thrown aside, her bindings ripped off, and the next thing she knew, he was cupping her breasts, callused fingers scraping over her nipples, twisting and teasing. His lips dragged down her neck, and her back arched into him. She could not help it – it just felt so good.
Belatedly, she came to a realization. His lips. And his breath. He had taken off his mask. This was the worst possible thing that could have happened. She had been told quite firmly that confidentiality was the highest priority of her role, even above the patient’s health.
“ANBU-san, please, your mask – please, just put it back on. I’ll stop fighting you, I promise.”
“No,” he growled. “There is no issue – just don’t turn around.”
Fuck. There was no way for her to salvage this situation – if his mask was off, her odds of fighting him off had just dropped considerably, given that she’d have to do it without seeing his face.
“I want to see you,” he said. That was the only warning she had before the medic’s headband, embedded with the seal to obscure her own features, was slipped off too. Before she could even register what was happening, he had it wrapped around her wrists.
This ANBU was good. And she meant that in more ways than one – a hand had shoved itself down her shorts, and was awakening her desires with quick, devastating swipes across her clit.
“Please,” she begged, even though she knew it was futile. He was too far under the influence of the drugs to stop. “Please, ANBU-san – I could lose my job, we can do this anywhere, anytime else, you even know who I am now.”
Her shorts and panties were ripped off her. She felt the hiss of cotton against her thighs as he pushed down his own pants, and within seconds, he was sheathed inside her. All the while, his fingers continued to stroke her clit, taking her apart with methodical efficiency. It felt good, so good that she could believe she had been drugged as well – but no, it was all him, with all his genius and his knowledge about how to please a woman.
She tried in desperation to reach for that part of her that cared for her obligations to her patient. “ANBU-san,” she keened, “please – ”
“Enough, before I gag your mouth too,” he said harshly. “This entire lab has the highest level of security – nobody needs to know.”
He began thrusting in earnest, and Sakura fell silent. She had tried, in vain. There was nothing left to do but surrender herself to his attentions. At least he was as concerned with her pleasure as he was with his own.
She leaned back against him, allowing him to penetrate her more deeply. The lab was utterly sterile except for the stain of their dripping sweat and fluids, silent but for the melody of their ragged breaths and the rhythm of them rocking into each other. He leaned forward to suck at the skin on her neck, and she thought she caught a flash of black.
No! As much as she was curious about the identity of the man setting her aflame – if only so she could ask to make this a regular thing – she should not. Not if she had any prayer of ever gaining entry into ANBU herself.
“ANBU-san – help me – I want to turn around so bad,” she whimpered. He seemed to understand her struggle. He paused, and she felt the swish of cotton soft with multiple washings before her vision was obscured by dark fabric.
Had she thought she was surrounded by his scent before? Now she was practically immersed in that intoxicating fragrance. She wondered if he’d notice if she brought it home with her. Once he finished securing the knot that held her makeshift blindfold, she tugged at it, hoping to make it cover her nose as well, but this ANBU knew his knots as well as he knew how to fuck a girl. It would not budge.
He did not resume his earlier pace immediately. Instead, she was lifted as easily as if she weighed the same as a feather and laid upon one of the lab tables. She shivered. Now that she could no longer see, every other sensation was heightened. The cool metal of the lab table was ice, the heat of his body as he crawled atop her was lava, and every brush of his skin against hers set an electric storm raging in her nerves.
She trembled, waiting – she could feel his cock, mere inches away from her entrance, hot and oh-so ready to fill her. Yet, he surprised her by pressing a tender kiss to her lips. She burned to know who he was. He gently freed the hairs that had been pressed against her face by the blindfold, and tucked them behind her ear.
Suddenly, she felt the wetness of his tongue on her ear, and she writhed, trying to escape the ticklish sensation. His laugh echoed around her, a sonorous timbre that made her stomach flutter.
“I can’t hold back anymore,” he murmured, and now, with his words spoken directly into her ear, she could swear that she knew his voice. It was one she had heard many times, she was sure, though the identity of the man it belonged to eluded her. “I’m sorry.”
Her legs were lifted atop his shoulders, and with a single snap of his hips, he was inside her once again. Was that aphrodisiac contagious? Her thoughts were so hazy.
He exhaled shakily and withdrew from her. She could almost feel herself crying out in protest, her walls refusing to let him go. She could be content to keep him buried inside her forever. His cock grazed her clit each time he thrust in and out of her, and with each pass, she could feel herself coiling tighter, readying.
And then finally, all the tension left her body in the euphoria of a single moment as she came crashing down from her peak. His pace stuttered, and then he too was releasing his spend within her with a muttered oath and a hoarse whisper of her name.
He collapsed on top of her, and for a time, there was only the warmth of his body against hers, their breaths ragged as they attempted to regain equilibrium.
“Do you know what happened?” he asked finally. There was no accusation in his tone, only curiosity.
“I – I gave you a triple dose of an aphrodisiac. I’m sorry,” she confessed, shame filling her from head to toe.
“On purpose?”
“No!” she cried, horrified. “I would never. It’s just the vial – I could have sworn it was the correct medication.”
“At ease, Haruno-san. I am aware that you probably would not have protested as much if it had been deliberate. I was simply curious about how it could have happened.” He rose off her, and she couldn’t hold back her whine of protest – his body had been so toasty and warm, and the lab was so cold. He lightly twisted one of her nipples. “We do need to clean up, Haruno-san.”
“You’ve already fucked me senseless and given me the best orgasm of my life – I’d think we were beyond formalities at this point. Call me Sakura.”
“I will, Sakura.” The way he said her name – she was turning into a molten pile of lava yet again. She began to sit up, but his palm gently pushed her back down. “Stay there. I happen to quite like the sight of you like this.”
“Keep saying things like that and I won’t let you go without a second round.”
“Do not tempt me,” he murmured. “It is taking everything within me to keep from fucking you until you are incapable of walking, delightfully trussed up as you are.”
“You could. I wouldn’t mind.”
She felt the roughness of a damp cloth course down her body, cleaning off the sweat and their other fluids. “Do not tempt me,” he repeated. “It is bad enough that I lost control once. You deserve better.”
He helped her slip her clothes on, hands brushing her skin with ghostly touches. Her hands were unbound, and she immediately threw them around his neck as she had wanted to. “I liked it, though,” she breathed. He responded with a gentle press of his lips against hers that left her aching for more.
He moved to remove the blindfold, and Sakura found herself clutching at his shirt as tightly as she could. “Can’t I keep it?” she begged.
“I cannot exactly wander the streets of Konoha shirtless.”
Sighing, she released her hands, and noted with disappointment after her eyes readjusted to the light that his mask was back in place.
His thumb teasingly rubbed against her lips. “I will return next week for another appointment, since I did not receive the dose I needed this time. I will leave it up to you how you wish to document the explanation for why the extra visit was needed.” A pause, and his voice lowered. “You have no reason to fear, Sakura. I will betray neither your identity nor our... Indiscretion.”
A squeeze of her shoulders and he was gone, with the characteristic flicker that indicated the shunshin. She sighed. The lab seemed larger now, and colder, than it ever had before.
She slipped off the table, her legs crying out in protest. Ooh, he’d hammered her good. She found herself resenting ANBU’s obsession with secrecy at that moment – the best lay of her life, and she wouldn’t even remember it.
She picked up the bottle of aphrodisiac and swirled it thoughtfully. Now that she had a closer look at it, she was certain there was absolutely no way she could have mistaken it for his medication – perhaps she was a poor enough medic to miss looking at the label, but there was no way she was careless enough to miss both that and the slight violet sheen to the liquid.
Somehow, S9’s medication had been sabotaged on purpose. There was no way she could document what had happened in his chart if she wanted to keep her job and her chances of ever making ANBU, but the security seals would detect it if she tried to smuggle anything with writing on it out of the lab.
She gnawed on her thumbnail, thinking. Finally, she picked up his chart again.
Adverse effect to medication – not previously documented in studies. Fever. Additional appointment to be fixed for next week. To ask S9 for a complete report of all effects, including any that lingered after the visit.
With regard to medication – deliberate if there are other potential avenues.
She nodded to herself in satisfaction. His memory of the visit would be untouched, and he could remind her of what had happened. And she had hopefully left enough clues for them both to figure out what had happened.
Behind the one-way glass, Kabuto exhaled heavily before tucking himself back into his pants. Orochimaru-sama was going to be pissed with him for leaving biological traces of his presence behind, even though he would definitely clean up after himself, but he found in that moment that he could not care.
That had been much hotter than he had anticipated it could be. Even if Orochimaru-sama had no intention of testing the potion again, Kabuto figured that it couldn’t hurt to do so. Just one more test. To make sure this time wasn’t a fluke.
And if he tested it again on the same subjects, well, nobody needed to know but him.