Kingdom Hearts/Naruto, Larxene/Anko, pain, "let me toy with you"
And all that they need is hunger. Hunger, and the creativity that burns through their veins and pounds through their hearts, their lightning and chakra sparking and jumping towards each other, mixing and colliding and jumping back in arcs and flows.
And...fitting that it should happen here, in the domain of the memory witch, that no longer was Anko - or Larxene - in honest, to remember all parts of the night-cum-day-cum-eternity, except, in one crystal clear moment, to be happy that Namine was distracted elsewhere.
Not happy, precisely. Inspired.
Dearest little Namine.
She traces a finger down the side of this Anko, this grown-up toy-doll, lets her finger, uncontrolled, lance across the scars that fall criss-crossed around her waist and torso and back; lets her tongue follow the chill of a blood-drawing kunai in between the valley of her breasts and under it, a play of shallow lines over skin. Laughs and lets the sound shiver over that musky delta and laughs some more when her doll's neck curves back and her knees falter, her hands moving in some strange pattern to free her body's muscles from the Thunders that surge and pulse and pound her nerves with warmth and cold and desire. Larxene forces her back, runs a thumb in circles over her nipples and spirals downwards, warm, smooth-rough thread over the cold marble that strikes the small of her back. Larxene loosens her lightnings and pushes Anko up onto that table, scattering the crayons and pencils, and moves her attentions, slowly, down that scarred body. Tracing the scars to different points, connecting the dots.
She makes one mistake, letting the legs loosen too much; Anko seizes her chance and clenches her legs tightly around Larxene's waist, forcing her face into Anko's chest.
"Lick, bitch."
There is actually a whimper from between her breasts, something that she joys in and opens her mouth to laugh at and instead there is a gasp, forcing its way out of her unwilling throat because Larx's lips and teeth and tongue are everywhere, biting and kissing and sucking, and there is a mobius loop across the hills and valleys of her cleavage, something that she's quite proud of, an infinity of soft smarts and gentle licks, and keeping her legs clenched tightly Anko buries her fists into blonde hair and yanks, forcing her head down deeper.
She can sense the smirk even against her breasts. The shinobi sighs then, as lightning jumps and mixes with her chakra, cool blue against yellow-silver-sunblonde. She smiles. Magic...and jutsu...
Anko is a woman of many surprises, Larxene thinks, as the snake inching its way up her thigh proves. Its tail is lashing about, but its eyes are mesmerising. Almost hypnotic, if she were not Nobody.
Instead she just laughs at the reptile and lets it attempt to coil around her body.
Lets her eyes close, eyelashes long and innocent, as it inches its way into her, and presses tight against her upper wall, even letting Anko get the satisfaction of seeing her sometimes-exposed back arch into orgasm, toes curling in boots. The fine muscle, shifting over bones.
Watches Anko gape at her, her own reptile fading into a puff of smoke.