FIC: Rubber Ducky (Points)
Title: Rubber Ducky
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Iruka, Guy/Anko
Rating: R/NC17
Warning: Sex of a het sort, Voyeurism, sex toys, Crack PWP
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto. Masashi Kishimoto does, along with whatever other people/entities are along for the ride. "Rubber Ducky" is probably owned by Sesame Street, not me.
A/N: My first song-fic. Everyone say 'whut?'. No, really, say it. And it's a Points fic as well. Happens after ' Alone Time' and ' Hole in the Kitchen'. But it's not as cracky or explicit as I expected. Actually, it's more cute and fluffy, as cute and fluffy as Anko can be. And Anko is a little more, I dunno, mellow?
Summary: Um, it's Anko, and Guy, and a vibrating rubber ducky. Really, what more do you want to know?
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Rubber Ducky, you're the one.
You make bath time lots of fun
Rubber Ducky, I'm awfully fond of you.
"Here, take this," Iruka said sheepishly, holding the package out to Anko.
"Ummm, Iruka, why on earth would I want a rubber ducky?" Honestly, he was still such a kid sometimes. A cute kid, and already Anko had her hands full chasing would-be molesters away. No good sex-crazed poachers... Good thing Iruka was clueless as well.
"Ah, I uh, already..." Her oldest friend turned scarlet as he mumbled the rest of his response.
Anko wasn't buying it. Something in her psyche shouted 'potential-embarrassing-friend-moment imminent in 3-2-1'. "What?" she shouted, cupping her hand around her mouth. "I can't hear you! Did you say you already had a rubber ducky?" She yelped when she was pushed headfirst into Iruka's apartment.
"Shhhhh! If you must know, yes, yes I still have a rubber ducky. It's a yellow one, like they're supposed to be," he whispered frantically, gesturing at the package in Anko's hands. A completely pink rubber duck with a perky yellow beak stared back at her. "And don't start with me about the 'no bath tub' thing again, either."
She nearly choked when she examined the package more carefully. "Iruka," Anko began, wondering how she should break the news to him. If she should break the news to him. No, she decided, it just wasn't worth it. "How did you end up with this anyway?" she asked instead, casually, as if she really didn't care. Just hanging out with a friend, talking. 'Bout nothing much. Except who might be sending him vibrators shaped like rubber ducks.
"Dunno," Iruka answered, relieved to be rid of the oddly colored bath toy. "It was on my doorstep, and it had my name on it. I would have kept the note, but it disapppeared when I touched it."
Anko sighed. That was a high-level trick, no matter how it was done. Her rival was definitely a worthy opponent.
Rubber Ducky, joys of joys
When I squeak you, you make noise
Rubber Ducky, you're my very best friend, it's true!
Anko shifted and groaned, pushing the rubber duck between her breasts to start its sensual hum. She squirmed briefly, moving the toy in circles around each nipple, slowly, teasing them into peaks. "Yes," she called, bucking her hips slightly, sloshing water over the edge. She used the beak to touch just the tips, listening as the hum changed its tone when it met her skin. "Oh, yes," she moaned again, a little louder. "So close!" she squeaked, and suddenly she wasn't just close, she was flying over the edge, her head thrown back against the wall. That's four, she counted silently, smiling as a familiar face appeared from between her legs, water clinging to his eyebrows. "Kiss the ducky," she commanded, thrusting the toy in his face. The man narrowed his eyes, a look that could denote confusion or amusement, she had learned, depending on the situation. He took the toy from her and kissed its beak gently, turning his head sideways so she could see a strong red tongue pushing against the plastic, simulating the motions he had used on her only moments before. Anko let out a weak moan, feeling another shudder pass through her body.
"Again, my Dearest Kunoichi? Or something else, perhaps?"
"Please," she murmured, because he would never taunt her for begging, and would never withhold anything from her unless she asked him to. Sometimes a little teasing was a good thing. Just a little.
The man came up on his knees, bending forward to pull Anko closer. She tried to wrap her legs around his waist, but he shook his head, instead turning her around and sliding into her from behind gently. "No, my Over-eager Temptress," he purred in her ear, his deep voice rumbling. "This Most Curiously-Colored Water Fowl isn't through with you yet."
Held is his lap by one hand, Anko could feel the twitching inside of her, easily stronger than the actual thrusts of some previous lovers. Not just up and down, but sideways as well. He was a master of strength and control, and Anko hugged herself because he was all hers, for now anyway.
When he began to thrust, slowly at first, but always fully, never leaving anything half-done, Anko forgot her reverie, her hands coming up over her head to tangle in his dark hair. Then he pressed the duck-shaped vibrator between her legs, and Anko began to shriek. That's five, she counted again, but he kept moving, using the beak to explore deeper between the folds of her sensitive labia until she was incoherent, tiny mewling pants the only sounds she could manage. Finally, he stood, taking her with him, until her hands were planted against the wall of the bath, and the duck lay discarded in the water, floating on its side. Using both hands on her waist, Anko could feel her body moving up and down independently of his so that they met with a satisfying slap.
Everyday when I make my way to the tubby
I find a little fella who' cute, yellow, and chubby.
(rub-a-dub-a-dubby)
"That's enough bath time," he whispered later, carrying her gently and setting her on the counter like a glass vase so he could dry her hair. Anko might have bristled at the kid-glove treatment, had bristled at first, but she expected it now. It was his way of showing his appreciation for her Finer Sensibilities, whatever those were, and a most charming form of flattery when delivered with his signature sincerity. She smirked when she remembered how shocked he'd been when she landed a punch during a sparring match after their first date - damn, she'd been pissed! But then his shock turned into a smile, and the smile turned into lust, because he appreciated Strength, in all of its forms, and Anko felt the anger drain out of her because a man who could get hot after taking a punch, not because he was some sicko masochist but because it was a good punch, well, that was definitely a man worthy of her time.
Anko stretched and groaned when strong hands kneaded the muscles of her shoulders and back, rubbing a cooling lotion over her skin. It was something of a tradition now - meet for lunch, spar all afternoon, then spend several incredible hours cleaning up and getting dirty again. Her taijutsu was improving by leaps and bounds, and she chuckled when she remembered Kakashi making some snide comment about it, laced with innuendo. She'd kicked him in the nads and cross-uppercut his jaw before he'd even finished talking.
"Touchy," he grinned back, rubbing his chin, and it figured Kakashi's dick was unharmed because the thing had to be a prosthetic the way he abused it.
"Huh? Did you say something?" she mimicked, thrusting out her thumb and smiling.
"Idiot, that's my line," he complained, but he left her alone after that. He was good at that, she decided, the leaving thing. Poor Tenzou's apartment had been eerily silent for nearly four months now.
Rubber Ducky you're so fine
And I'm lucky that you're mine
Rubber Ducky, I'm awfully fond of you.
Dried, oiled, powdered and pampered, Anko smiled as Guy lifted her again, easily and carefully, swaying their bodies gently down the hall. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, and stretched up to reach his mouth. Anko caught a flicker of movement out of the corner of her eye at the end of the hall, in her kitchen, and grinned. Fine, you want to watch. Watch this. She dropped her legs a bit, grinding her hips seductively. "Here?" he whispered, not surprised, but to confirm this is what she intended.
"Now," she growled, nipping his chin, inhaling her gasp as he complied eagerly.
They didn't bother to keep their voices down. They didn't bother to hold back - Guy could take whatever Anko could give, and Anko wanted whatever Guy was willing to dish out. He pushed her hard against the wall, holding her hips tightly as his own beat a steady rhythm, her nails scratching hard in response. Just when she felt her body tensing again, Anko looked over and smirked at the little hole in the wall. Then stuck out her tongue just for good measure, laughing when she saw the flicker of movement again, one finger raised in response. It didn't take a genius like Kakashi to figure out which one. Anko's voice rose in reponse to Guy's increasing pace before she arched again, panting. That's six. No, wait. Seven.
Rubber Ducky, you're so fine
And I'm glad that you're mine
Rubber Ducky I'm awfully fond of...
Rubber Ducky I'd like a whole pond of . . .
She liked him, she decided, and he liked her. But it would be over soon, she knew. He had tearfully apologized yesterday that after three months, he had failed to develop Romantic Feelings for her. Anko hid her laughter and admitted that she felt the same. She was only slightly envious of the woman who would finally win his heart. Not that he was perfect or anything. The speeches were tiresome, his constant optimism irritating. The eyebrows were still too much, the hair was still wrong. He had rebuffed all of her attempts at a haircut, an eyebrow shaping, a body wax. But he didn't mind walking around naked so she was spared constant exposure to green spandex, and it had only taken a week to bring him up to speed on Anko's anatomy, so now the sex was intense, and it wasn't just the temporary monogamy thing, either. She hadn't gone bareback in a long time. Sure, it put a damper on her free time when he was out of the village, but they had tried everything. Big ones, super big ones, horse-size ones. Double- and triple-bagged. Nothing worked. They popped, they burst, and sometimes they even flew off like rubber bands. She had finally given up after a particularly painful episode in which all three condoms burst, in several places, leaving internal abrasions that left her in pain for several days.
"How many more?" Guy asked her, his breathing only slightly labored.
"Three or four," Anko moaned back through the pants. Guy had decreed he would give her 10 orgasms today, or he would climb 50 trees using only his penis. Anko wasn't sure how that would help, or if it was even possible, but who was she to argue?
"Where to next? Kitchen table?"
Anko giggled, because that was something she never expected, that Guy would be so adventurous in a sexual sense. "Nuh-uh. Bed."
Guy pushed off the wall easily, cradling Anko in his arms as he made his way into her bedroom. "Shall we go for five, then?" he offered with a smile, and Anko smiled back because he wouldn't offer if he didn't think he could deliver.
"Five, then," Anko agreed with another laugh, pulling him down on top of her.
It wasn't over yet, not quite, so Anko was determined she would enjoy him up until the last minute. And when he left, she had no doubt it would be into a setting sun, no matter the time of day.
Rubber Ducky I'm awfully fond of you.