Warlord

Chapter Ten

“About this morning,” Kakashi began once the general joined him, “what was the reaction, any hints of who might have been in with Ibiki?”

Raidou sighed in relief, as bad as this topic was it certainly beat talking about what the warlord had just witnessed. “Most of the men seem to be firmly behind you . . . of course, they were even before your little temper tantrum this morning.”

“Temper tantrum?” the warlord asked, tight lipped and hard eyed, “You have no idea how much restraint I showed.” His eyes flashed as he gripped the general’s shirt front, “Do you think I should have left Morino’s plot to simmer?”

“No, of course not.” Raidou snapped as he pulled himself free from the warlord’s grasp. “I just wish it wasn’t tied to the attack on your slave.”

“He has a name Rai, I wish you’d use it . . . or do you think he’s less than human because he had the bad luck to end up a slave?” Kakashi asked soberly, crossing his arms and waiting patiently for an answer.

“Of course not but . . . look, slavery is a fact of life. Like it or not, slaves are property, they have no rights. Would you have doled out the same punishment if they had tortured your dog?” the general argued.

“Perhaps I shall have to abolish it then . . . if ‘ruka’s any example then they should have they same rights we do.” Kakashi said thoughtfully, “No one should ever be hurt like that, or ignored when they need medical treatment simply because they’ve been forced into servitude . . . or do you know of someone who volunteered for slavery? What if it was you or I captured and turned into slaves, would you still think it was right?”

Raidou shook his head and ran a hand across his face. “Look, I see what you’re saying . . . but don’t you have enough problems right now without garnering the hatred of every slave owner you govern . . . that’s a lot of hatred Hatake, you can’t handle that and the border incursions at the same time. I’m sorry but you have to be practical.”

“No,” the warlord said slowly, “what I have to be is fair, Rai, that’s the most important.”

“Look, I’ll support you no matter what you do, you know that,” the general finally said, “but my opinion is you need to pass on this Kakashi. Now, if we’re finished?”

“Just one more question Rai,” the warlord drawled, “what exactly were you doing in there with Genma just now?”

The general flushed dark red. He took a deep calming breath before beginning “I think it was fairly obvious.”

“Enlighten me.” the warlord replied cryptically.

“We were having sex . . . happy? Now, if you’re done with your little inquisition . . .” Raidou turned to go back into his tent.

“What’s it like?” Kakashi continued.

“Look, if you’re so interested why don’t you go ask your precious Iruka instead of bugging me. I’m sure he could tell you all about it. And, by the way, next time why don’t you give me some warning before you just come storming into my tent. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have someone waiting.” with that the general turned on his heel and disappeared back into his tent, leaving the warlord to watch his retreat with narrowed eyes.

“Shit, I’m so sorry about that.” Raidou began as he reentered the tent, gulping when he caught sight of Genma, now completely naked and stretched out on his bed.

“Why don’t you make it up to me.” the courier whispered huskily and Raidou felt himself hardening all over again. He made quick work of his clothes and crawled onto the bed, hovering over the honey skinned man before capturing his lips in a rough kiss. Their hard cocks rubbed together as they kissed, driving them to break apart with a moan. The general wrapped a large hand around both their erections, giving them a rough squeeze and a pull before diving back in for another hard, sloppy kiss.

The courier moaned wantonly when he felt the head of Raidou’s insistent cock poised at his entrance. The general lifted long legs to wrap around his waist as he slowly slid in to the hilt. After a long pause, he slowly pulled out, waiting until the man below him was writhing and begging before pushing back in. His eyes slid shut and the pace increased as his mind fed him images of doing this with someone very different. His breathing became ragged as he pictured messy silver hair and lust-filled mismatched eyes. His eyes snapped open as the man beneath him cried out and came hard between them. The convulsions of Genma’s passage pulling him over the edge after a few thrusts, making the general roar his completion as he sprayed his seed deep inside the courier.

He collapsed to the side, his mind a whirl with confused thoughts of just how bad an idea this might have been, when Genma rolled to face him, laying a kiss on the side of his face. “Mmmm, that was very nice, we’ll have to do it again . . . and soon.” he said before his eyes slipped shut and he drifted off to sleep.

Raidou lay still for awhile, pondering the man sleeping in his arms and just what all this meant before succumbing to sleep himself.

Kakashi strode back in to his tent, his mind examining all he had just learned. Once inside he visibly relaxed, slipping off his shoes and padding over to sit on the edge of the bed. “Hey, how are you feeling?” he asked when sleepy chocolate eyes blinked open.

“Sore, but otherwise alright. Do you need something master?” Iruka asked, sitting up and preparing to get out of bed.

“Just to talk to you, lay back and relax ‘ruka.” the warlord said as he pushed him back down with a firm yet gentle hand. “I want to ask you some questions, if you don’t mind.”

“I live to serve you master.” the scribe replied, eyes flicking down to study the bed spread, “I will answer to the best of my ability.”

A strong hand reached out and turned Iruka’s face to meet the warlord’s serious eyes. “Please don’t look away from me . . . I won’t hurt you, ever. I want to know more about you, I’m not going to judge you, I promise.”

The scribe merely nodded, eyes locked with Kakashi’s. “I’ll do my best.” he said with a nervous swallow.

“How did you get to be a slave ‘ruka? You obviously weren’t born into it.” Kakashi asked almost nervously, not wanting to hurt the scribe with his questions.

Haltingly Iruka began to tell the story, shivering a little as he lost himself in the memories. He jumped when strong arms wrapped around him and pulled him against a broad chest, relaxing in the safety promised by the steady heartbeat beneath his ear.

When it came time to recount his experiences with Kabuto, however, the scribe was sure he’d be pushed away for being so tainted. He was surprised when a husky voice instead whispered words of comfort, promising to always protect him.

Kakashi’s lips thinned in anger as Iruka recounted his brothel training. The thought of those things being done to children made him sick to his stomach and he now understood the scribe’s desperation not to become a pleasure slave. His heart filled with tenderness for this incredibly resilient man who had suffered so much and still retained his sweet nature. Unable to restrain himself he dipped his head and clumsily sealed their lips together in his first real kiss.

One taste and the warlord was addicted. Iruka’s mouth was a treasure he wanted to devour for the rest of his life. They relaxed into the kiss, mouths opening and tongues coming out to dance. Kakashi gently laid the smaller man down, hovering over him before diving back in for another of those delectable kisses.

Eventually they broke apart for air, the warlord retreating from the bed to strip off his clothes before sliding back in next to the scribe, pulling him close and raining kisses over his face, tracing the scar across his nose before once again capturing kiss swollen lips.

Their hard cocks were trapped between them, sliding on sweat-slicked flesh, occasionally rubbing against each other, sending electric shocks through the pair, making Kakashi break the kiss to cry out.

He dropped his head to whisper huskily in the scribe’s ear “I want to be inside you ‘ruka, so badly, but I don’t know what to do. Tell me what to do to make it good, please.”

Iruka thought for only a moment. Eventually he was going to do this . . . hell, he wasn’t stupid, the pain in his lower regions gave him a pretty good idea of what his ‘attack’ entailed, even if he didn’t remember the details . . . and if he was going to do it he couldn’t imagine anyone else he’d want to do it with.

“You need to stretch me first . . . and we need something slippery, like oil.” the scribe stated slowly.

A broad smile stretched across the warlord’s face as he jumped out of bed, hurrying to grab a flask before returning to the bed, nervously kneeling between Iruka’s spread legs, waiting for instructions.

“Alright, put some oil on you fingers and then slip one inside, make sure you get everything nice and slippery. You’re going to have to get at least three fingers in there to get me loose enough.” He stopped, seeing the hesitation in those unique eyes, “I’ll tell you if you’re hurting me, I promise.” he reassured the warlord before laying back down and spreading his legs further.

Kakashi hesitantly slid one finger into the scribe’s pucker. Oh my god, he’s so hot, was the only thought he could process. One finger became two, two lead to three, and Iruka was writhing and moaning around the intruding fingers. “Enough, want you now.” he said and the warlord was quick to comply. His eyes widened as deft bronze hands oiled his dripping cock and then he was in position, the broad head pushing its way in ever so slowly as the scribe’s short nails dug into broad shoulders.

Finally he was in all the way and the warlord stopped and hung his head, reveling in the sensation. “Move” Iruka whispered and he complied, slowly pulling out and then sliding back in. The scribe’s back bowed and he cried out as his prostate was brushed.

“Are you okay?” Kakashi asked nervously.

“Do that again.” was the throaty reply, and the warlord was happy to comply. The sight of the man spread out below him, wanton and writhing as he plunged in and out of him, connected so intimately, was rapidly becoming more than Kakashi could handle.

“I’m close ‘ruka.” he whispered.

“Touch me.” was the heated reply as the scribe guided a pale hand to his neglected cock. A few strokes was all it took and Iruka was spraying his release between them, Kakashi following immediately after, roaring his pleasure as he emptied his seed deep inside the scribe, immediately diving in for more breathless kisses as they shuddered through the aftershocks, eventually lying still, just enjoying the feeling of being so intimately entwined as they succumbed to the call of sleep.