Warlord

Chapter Twelve

The pair laid there for a long time before Kakashi finally murmured, “Can we do that again?”

“Whatever you want ‘kashi,” the scribe replied tenderly, “anything for you.” He hungrily captured kiss swollen lips, surprised to feel himself hardening again.

“Now?” the warlord asked cheekily when they broke apart for air. “Please ‘ruka, I want you inside me again.”

The scribe shuddered at the heat in the sultry voice. “Mmmmmmm,” he hummed as he manipulated the taller body until the warlord was on his knees in front of him, face pressed to the mattress and that perfect ass raised high. He smoothed a bronze hand over the pale globes, squeezing and caressing before delivering a sharp slap, watching in fascination as red bloomed on the pale flesh and Kakashi squirmed wantonly.

Several more slaps saw the proud warrior begging for Iruka to take him, making a surge of pride rise in the scribe as this strong man was reduced to lustful pleas. He grasped lean hips firmly and pushed inside with one smooth motion, swirling his hips as he slowly retreated, only to immediately thrust back inside. He pulled the tall figure into his lap, biting and sucking on the alabaster column of his neck as he rocked up into the clutching heat, the change in angle causing him to stroke over Kakashi’s prostate with each thrust.

The scribe wrapped a surprisingly strong arm around the writhing figure in his lap before grasping his bobbing erection with his free hand, rubbing and stroking, the slippery precum lubricating the hard shaft. The warlord leaned forward and placed his hands on the bed, using the leverage to work his hips against the thrusts, letting out a warbling cry at the heightened stimulation.

The combined sensations were rapidly making the warlord lose his mind. All he knew was the hard length piercing him, sending shivery bolts of pleasure rocketing through him, and the strong hand stroking him to madness. After what seemed like an eternity, and yet all too soon, he could hold out no longer, roaring Iruka’s name as he sprayed his release across the sheets, loving the feeling of the hard length still pistoning in and out of him.

Raidou had searched the camp for the elusive courier, but came up empty handed. He realized that he would be spending the night alone, and tried to come up with something to do to kill some time. He reluctantly decided it would behoove him to patch things up with Kakashi, it wouldn’t do to let their disagreement fester. That decided he changed course, heading for the warlord’s tent, whistling aimlessly as he walked.

He strolled inside without announcing himself, a petty part of his brain hoping he’d interrupt something and get some slight revenge for the warlord walking in on him with Genma earlier. He never expected the sight that met his eyes, however. There was Kakashi, writhing on his hands and knees as his slave pounded into him.

Oh hell no, he thought as he reacted automatically, wrenching the slave away and tossing him to the floor. When he reflected on the incident later, Raidou decided he must have gone temporarily insane. There was no other explanation for what he did next. Faced with the sight that had haunted his dreams he pulled out his cock and fisted it roughly, muttering gutturally “You want to know what it feels like, huh, I’ll show you how a real man fucks.” and with that he roughly thrust inside his commander, groaning at the tight heat.

He paused for a moment when he was fully seated, and the warlord took the opportunity to turn the tables, bucking the general off him roughly and grabbing his sword. “You dare.” he hissed, drawing himself up to his full height, looking like a representation of the god of war carved in alabaster. Raidou drew his sword, but couldn’t seem to focus, the sight before him sending his mind reeling as he recalled the velvety heat he had been so briefly sheathed in.

The general parried weakly, barely fending off the frenzied onslaught of his enraged friend. “I should kill you.” the warlord muttered coldly as he forced Raidou against the wall, “or maybe I should just castrate you.” he pondered as he shifted his blade into position.

Raidou gulped as cold steel kissed the side of his now limp member, reality was crashing down around him and he frantically searched for a way out of his current situation. He dropped his blade and shut his eyes, tilting his head back to expose his vulnerable throat, forcing the tension out of his body. He relaxed perceptibly when the blade retreated a bit, the immediate threat gone, and dropped his eyes to the floor, unable to look the proud warlord in the eye now that he had dishonored him so completely.

“I don’t know what came over me,” the general said in a soft trembling voice, “you should kill me.” He was surprised when a few tears slipped out to trail down his scarred cheek, “You must hate me.” he finished with a sniff.

Kakashi leaned in close and whispered in the general’s ear. “I depend on you Rai, and I don’t hate you . . . but right now you need to get out of my sight before I do something I’ll regret. We will discuss this when we’ve calmed down.”

Raidou thanked all the gods for the warlord’s mercy. He grasped his friend by the shoulders, pressing a rough, hard kiss to his lips before breaking away and literally running from the tent.

Halfway through his panicked dash he ran into Genma. “What the hell happened to you?” the courier asked, taking in the pale complexion and the slight tremor in the general’s hands.

“I . . .I . . .” was all Raidou could force out of his numb lips. Assessing the situation the courier quickly wrapped an arm around the larger man’s waist.

“Let’s get you back to your tent,” he said soothingly, “you can tell me what happened and I’ll help you figure out what to do.” He urged the older man along, soothingly running his hand up and down a tense arm, hoping to diffuse some of the anxiety the general was suffering.

Before long he was urging the shaken man into a chair and making him a strong drink. The courier waited until he had taken several swallows, shuddering as the alcohol coursed through his system.

“Better?” Genma asked gently. When he received a small nod in response he continued, “So, what happened to you, you look like you saw a ghost.”

Raidou cradled his head in his hands, not able to look the other man in the eye as he replied “I did the stupidest thing imaginable.” he mumbled, “I’ll never be able to make this right.”

“Start at the beginning and tell me all of it,” the courier prompted, “even if I can’t help it will let you see it more clearly.” The general sat very still for a moment, considering, before very slowly recounting everything, starting from when he woke up in his tent.

“This is my fault then.” Genma stated with a sexy smirk, “I should never have left you alone.” He sobered before continuing, “You fucked up, that’s for sure. At least you’re not dead yet. Your best bet is to just act normally, let some time pass before you see him again.” He smiled at the general, finishing with, “I guess I’ll just have to keep you here in this bed to make sure you don’t screw up again.”

The courier leaned forward and captured Raidou’s lips in a bruising kiss, reaching down to roughly stroke him to hardness before dropping to his knees and taking the now rigid length into his mouth, vigorously bobbing his head and swirling his tongue, the sensations causing the general to forget all about his near escape, concentrating instead on the pleasure building between his thighs.

He gasped when a talented tongue swirled around the head as the hot mouth surrounding him sucked hard, pulling a keening wail from his throat. He buried his hands in soft honey toned hair and rocked into the moist warmth, feeling his knees buckle when Genma nipped lightly at his slit.

The courier deftly stripped the larger man before quickly dispatching his own clothes and tugging the general onto the bed, laughing when Raidou took charge and pushed him onto his back, diving in for a fierce kiss, devouring Genma’s mouth as he tweaked his nipples harshly, causing the lean body to arch and twist in his grasp, grinding their hard cocks against each other with abandon.

The courier was quick to grab the flask of oil still by the bed from earlier and press it into Raidou’s hand. He gasped when three fingers pushed roughly inside him, rubbing relentlessly against his prostate as he was quickly stretched. The fingers soon retreated, only to be instantly replaced by the general’s substantial length. Genma whimpered as his prostate was brushed and a rough voice began whispering in his ear. “So fucking tight, so good, I’m gonna fuck you for a week, take a nap and do it again.” the scarred man nearly purred, “stay just like this.” he continued, punctuating his words with hard thrusts that struck the courier’s prostate dead on, making him squeal and clutch broad shoulders, digging blunt nails into the scarred flesh as he shuddered under the onslaught, panting the larger man’s name brokenly as rocketed towards his release, ending in a broken cry as his length was roughly fisted.

Genma had heard the expression ‘seeing stars’ before, but he’d always laughed it off as romantic nonsense. Now, however, he needed to readjust that view because he was, quite literally, seeing stars with every powerful thrust. Finally he could take no more and he came with a piercing shriek, the world growing hazy and white as he shot his hot seed across his chest, the convulsions of his release squeezing Raidou’s cock, the insistent clutch of molten heat sending him roaring into his own orgasm, slamming deep inside as he released, sending hot bursts of cum crashing into the younger man’s prostate, making him moan and wail as he continued to thrash through the aftershocks of his orgasm.

Finally they slumped to the bed, completely spent. Soon the general was snoring loudly as Genma silently stroked his hair, whispering “What am I going to do with you?” fondly before kissing a broad shoulder and snuggling down in strong arms for some much needed sleep.