Warlord

A/N Sorry this is late everyone, the plot has run away from me and I had to figure out what was going on!!

Bookworm51485, to answer your question, it's been about a week, fast I know but the good thing about fiction is you can push the boundaries of truth . . . a lot if need be!!


Chapter Eleven

Raidou finally woke early in the evening . . . alone. He groaned when he thought about how badly his talk with Kakashi had gone earlier. Talk hell, he grumbled to himself, it was a confrontation, if I’m not careful I’ll alienate him completely. I’ve got to get over this obsession, he decided firmly, he’s not interested, you know that. He tugged his hair in frustration, face it, you’re jealous of a slave, he chastised himself, and you are being ridiculous.

As the general rolled over to heave himself out of bed he noticed a piece of paper lying on the covers.

That was fun! Look me up when you need some more stress relief.
-Genma

Now that’s not a bad idea, he decided and he rolled off the bed to dress and head to the mess, intent on eating and then tracking down the courier . . . stress relief indeed, that was exactly what he needed more of.

Kakashi woke with a smile on his face and breathed in the comforting scent of the man in his arms. That was . . . well, I don’t know exactly how to describe it, but I definitely want to do it again, he decided. I can’t remember ever feeling this relaxed . . . or happy, he mused trying to recall the last time he’d felt this way. My sixth birthday, he pondered, cocking his head to the side, my father gave me a sword, I was happy to be all grown up. He frowned at the memory of his younger self, always so old even then.

I’ve never felt like this, was his last thought before he was distracted by the figure beginning to stir in his arms. “Good morning Iruka, how are you feeling?” he asked with a smile as soon as sleepy eyes blinked open, before leaning in and capturing his mouth in a deep possessive kiss.

“Ahhhh,” was all the scribe managed when the kiss finally broke, “I feel good,” he started, letting out a small groan when their cocks brushed, “really good,” then wincing when he shifted to sit up, “but really really sore. I think I need to heal some more before we try that again.”

The warlord frowned, “I’m sorry I hurt you ‘ruka . . . we don’t have to do it again if it hurts.” he said sadly.

“Oh . . . no,” the scribe said, blushing brightly, “I just haven’t healed yet, then it will be fine. If you want to, I mean.”

“How could I not.” Kakashi replied before kissing the scribe tenderly, deepening it as he reveled in the sweetness that was Iruka. The warlord spent a long time committing the taste, the smell, the feel . . . everything that was the man in his arms to his memory. When they broke for air he whispered huskily, “We could do it the other way, you inside me, couldn’t we?” The warlord smiled at the dumbstruck look he was graced with, “You said it felt good,” he prompted, “and I want to try, I trust you to make it good . . . don’t you want me ‘ruka?” he finished with what could only be called a pout.

That pout almost broke Iruka’s control. “Master, it wouldn’t be right.” he said breathily, “I’m not that sore . . .”

“Stop it ‘ruka.” the warlord said harshly, “It’s right if I say it is. And here, like this, you will not call me master. I have a name, use it . . .I use yours.” he finished almost sadly.

“If you’re sure Ma . . .Kakashi.” the scribe said slowly, tilting the warlord’s head to gaze into lust-filled eyes.

“More than sure.” he replied licking his lips, “where do you want me ‘ruka.”

The scribe almost came right then, just at the thought of the mighty warlord spread out underneath him. “Come here.” he said, gathering the taller man in his arms and kissing him deeply, breaking away to nibble at the pale column of his neck before sucking on a tempting collarbone.

He maneuvered them so he was hovering over the pale form, moving to suckle a tempting pink nub while his hands stroked over all the skin they could reach. Iruka broke away to continue his ministrations on the other nipple, teasing it to a taut peak before nipping and sucking the thick scar running just above it, making the warlord give a breathy cry.

His hot tongue danced down hard abs, soothing hard nips with soft licks before diving into a perfect naval, swirling and sucking, making the man beneath him twitch and groan. He followed the faint silver path down to settle between muscular thighs, nuzzling and nipping, coaxing them to spread wider to admit him. He licked his lips as he bent to greedily lick up the pearls welling from the slit of the almost purple length bobbing desperately in front of him. Kakashi shifted his hips, aching for more contact, but a firm hand held him in place. “‘ruka, please.” he moaned and the scribe relented, circling the head with his tongue before tracing the thick vein, finally taking the tip in his mouth and sucking gently while his tongue swirled in the slit, making the warlord give a sharp cry.

Iruka finally relented and took the length into his mouth to the base, humming as he swallowed, then retreating to tease the tip again. He moved lower to nuzzle the warlord’s sac, taking it into his mouth and rolling and sucking the wrinkled flesh, reveling in the concentrated taste of Kakashi that he was rapidly becoming addicted to.

He lifted lean hips and spread pale perfect cheeks, swiping his tongue across the pink pucker. Kakashi gave a guttural moan that ran through the scribe like lightning, sending an electric pulse to his groin that almost had him coming right there. Iruka lapped and sucked at the ring of muscle, slicking and loosening it until his tongue could dart inside, stroking and swirling as it plunged in and out.

A slick finger joined the play, sliding deep, before retreating, gently easing the passage open. One finger became two and they spread his ring wide, allowing that wicked tongue to delve even deeper. “Ahhh, ‘ruka, more,” Kakashi moaned as shudders of pleasure raced through him, “want you now,” he arched and whimpered, biting his lip in an attempt to gain control, “hurry, please.”

The scribe had to reach down and squeeze himself hard to keep from coming at the sound of that deep commanding voice begging for him. He rapidly oiled his throbbing cock and positioned himself carefully, lifting long legs to rest on his shoulders. He could feel the warlord’s hot entrance quiver as he rested the tip of his member against the softened pucker.

Alert for even the slightest sign that the man beneath him had changed his mind, Iruka ever so slowly began to push forward, gradually easing inside with a gentle rocking motion until he was fully seated, his balls pressed up against the muscular curve of the warlord’s ass. He gently stroked Kakashi’s sides, murmuring “relax ‘kashi, that’s it, just relax and it will feel so good, I promise.”

Finally, Kakashi began to rock his hips, “Move ‘ruka.” he said desperately, and the scribe was happy to reply, pulling out smoothly and then pausing before suddenly sliding in to the hilt, striking the warlord’s prostate, making him arch and cry out wantonly. He continued thrusting deeply and erratically until the body below him was writhing with pleasure before firmly grasping the commander’s neglected member, stroking it in counterpoint to his thrusts and rubbing his thumb across the head.

Kakashi was so close, his balls tightened further with each stroke across his prostate. A calloused thumb dipped into his slit as his prostate was struck and the warlord exploded with a loud cry of his slave’s name, shooting burst after burst of hot come between them. Iruka, overcome by the sight of Kakashi in the throes of pleasure, captured his mouth in a sloppy kiss as he let go, coming hard deep inside his master’s welcoming body.

They stayed like that, tangled together, as twilight fell and the world continued on without them, deaf and blind to everything beyond their thundering heartbeats and sweet sated kisses, happy to remain in their private world.