Warlord

Chapter Fifteen

It was midmorning when they returned from training, dirty, sweaty, bloody and laughing like loons. They pushed open the flap on Asuma’s tent to be met by an angry voice. “Leave your boots outside . . . unless you want to sleep on the floor tonight.” Kurenai called as she emerged from the bathroom. “Oh, Kakashi, what a lovely surprise. It’s good to see you, it’s been far too long. You should have dinner tonight with us and catch up.” she purred, gliding forward to give the warlord a hug.

“Yes Kakashi,” Asuma snickered, “Bring the little woman.”

Kurenai’s eyes lit up. “You met someone.” she exclaimed with delight, “How wonderful, please bring her to dinner, I’d love to meet her.” she cast a sidelong look at Asuma before continuing, “It will be wonderful to have another woman to talk to. There’s only so much manly grunting a lady can put up with.”

The warlord scratched his head uncertainly. “I’m not sure that’s such a good idea. ‘Ruka was still asleep when I left, I’ll have to check.”

“Kakashi,” Kurenai scolded, “I hope you’re not setting a bad example. Too many of the men want the pleasures of marriage without the responsibilities. I’m sure you’re planning on making an honest woman out of your Ruka.”

“It’s kinda complicated . . .” the warlord began, only to be cut off by his general’s raucous laughter.

“Go home, get cleaned up, spend some time with the little woman and we’ll see you back here at six.” he choked out.

Kakashi glared at him but didn’t protest, heading toward his tent to explain their sudden dinner plans to Iruka.

By the time he arrived the scribe had finally woken, although he had yet to get out of bed. Just five more minutes, he kept telling himself, then I’ll straighten up before ‘kashi gets back. He was right in the middle of a giant yawn when he noticed the warlord watching him with amusement.

“Oh, ‘kashi you’re back.” he exclaimed as he leapt out of bed and frantically began to straighten the tent, not realizing the show he was giving as he scurried around naked, making the bed and then bending to scoop the discarded clothes from the floor.

He was so intent on what he was doing, in fact, that he didn’t notice the warlord moving in behind him until he found a lean muscled form pressed up tight against him, grinding into his ass enticingly as pale hands pinched and rolled his nipples.

“Stop that.” the scribe squeaked, attempting to wiggle out of encircling arms. “Don’t you ever think about anything else?” He glared up at Kakashi, having no idea just how adorable he looked with the pout on his face and his hair all rumpled from sleep.

The tall man leaned in to husk his response in a delicate ear, “How could I possibly think of anything but you . . . especially when you’re running around like this.” he smirked as he ran a pale hand over a firm bronze cheek before giving it a sharp smack. “Now, aren’t you going to greet me properly.” he whispered as he bent to capture plump lips in a deep, devouring kiss. He broke away to nibble on a bronze shoulder, asking hesitantly “Are you still sore?”

“Probably not as sore as you are.” the scribe replied with a chuckle, “Why, are you going to ravish me?”

“Mmmhmmm,” the warlord hummed, “at least until we have to get ready for dinner. We’re eating with Asuma and his wife.”

“What,” the scribe exclaimed in shock, “I can’t go to dinner with you.”

“And why not,” Kakashi said in annoyance, “you’re free to do as you want . . . don’t you want to be seen with me?”

“Oh, ‘kashi, no,” Iruka said hastily, “it’s nothing like that . . . but my clothes aren’t suitable.”

“So wear some of mine,” the tall man murmured as he nipped at a slender neck, “or nothing at all . . . I don’t care. Kurenai wants to meet you and she won’t take no for an answer. . . she hopes we’ll get married.” he finished with a smile.

Iruka would have questioned this, if only he hadn’t been so distracted by what Kakashi was doing with his tongue. “Aahhhhh, what time?” he managed to stammer.

“Later.” the warlord replied before sealing his mouth in another deep kiss. He dropped to his knees and nuzzled and nipped the curve of a pelvis before burying his nose in chocolate curls and inhaling deeply. He greedily sucked Iruka’s thick length into his mouth, lapping and sucking enthusiastically.

Kakashi forced the scribe’s legs apart so he could slide lower, sucking the tight sac into his mouth and massaging it with his tongue. Bracing his hands on sturdy thighs he twisted his head and licked a wet trail up to the tight pucker, lapping and nibbling before darting inside.

Iruka’s knees gave out and he crashed to the floor, the warlord’s wicked tongue never faltering, and he found his face pressed into an impressive bulge. He scrabbled at Kakashi’s clothes, freeing his rigid length to bob enticingly in front of his face. The scribe sucked the head into his mouth, lapping frantically at the slit, before starting a long, slow slide down to the base. The taller man hummed in pleasure, sending ripples of vibration through his lover’s softening pucker, making him moan around his mouthful.

Eventually they broke apart, deft bronze hands quickly freeing the warlord from his clothes as their mouths met in another breathless kiss. Kakashi sat and pulled the scribe to sprawl across his lap. He stroked the bronze globes tenderly before pulling back his hand to deliver a sharp slap. He chuckled at the hurt look the smaller man sent him. “It’s only fair, as I recall you did this to me.” he said, mirth apparent in his voice as he landed another stinging smack, enjoying the flush it brought to the perfect cheeks.

Iruka relaxed when a slick finger carefully caressed his opening, pressing in gently and pulling out before sliding in deeper, slowly easing the way. It pulled out and returned with a second, twisting and sliding before scissoring, sliding deep to stroke over the scribe’s prostate, making him arch and moan. A third finger joined in, and both men were soon panting as their hard cocks brushed against each other with every movement.

Kakashi could take no more, he easily lifted the smaller man and positioned him over his dripping length, slowly lowering him until he sat securely in the warlord’s lap. Bronze hands clutched broad shoulders tightly as the scribe was encircled by pale arms and plump lips were covered in tender kisses. “I want to stay just like this for a minute, please.” the tall man murmured, “I want to remember just how this feels.”

Eventually Iruka had to move so he started a slight rocking motion, pushing up slightly and falling back. The warlord joined in, rocking his hips up, striking the scribe’s prostate, drawing a loud moan. Their rhythm gradually increased until, with one hard thrust, Kakashi came with a loud cry, shooting his release hard against his lover’s prostate. It was too much and Iruka came with a strangled cry, the convulsions of his passage milking the tall man of a series of thunderous aftershocks that left him reeling.

Iruka nuzzled a pale neck as he relaxed into the strong embrace. “We need to clean up.” he muttered, “What time is dinner anyway?”

The warlord peered at the light, trying to get his fuzzy mind to process what he was seeing. “Mmm, couple of hours I think.”

At that the scribe reluctantly stood, hating the feeling of loss as their intimate connection was broken. “Come on you.” he said as he stuck out a hand to help the taller man up. “Let’s go take a bath.”

The prospect of a bath with Iruka was enough to get Kakashi up and moving, although a part of him was disappointed when it was limited to washing and a few stolen kisses. “We don’t want to be late ‘kashi.” the scribe reprimanded him when his hands wandered from scrubbing yet again.

“Don’t want to go at all.” the warlord muttered as he sucked a tempting bronze shoulder, “Want to stay in with you.”

“Tempting as that is, you said we’d be there.” was the firm reply as Kakashi found himself alone in the tub, the scribe already toweling off and moving to dress.

Before long they were standing outside the general’s tent. “Oi, Asuma, Kurenai, we’re here.” Kakashi called as they lifted the flap and stepped inside.

“Kakashi, you actually came.” Kurenai’s voice preceded her as she stepped into the room, “I hope you brought your girlfriend.”

“Well . . .” he began hesitantly, “I brought ‘ruka, but . . .”

“I’m not a girl.” the scribe finished with a laugh as he stepped around the stammering warlord and extended his hand to the startled woman. “Hello, you must be Kurenai. My name’s Iruka, I’m very pleased to meet you. Thank you so much for inviting us.”

“Tiny, polite and pretty, I’d say he’s close enough to a woman Hatake!” a loud mirth-filled voice rang out as the general strode into the room.

“Asuma.” Kurenai hissed, “I swear . . .” she faded off before turning to Iruka, “I’m so sorry, my husband is an ill-mannered boor, it’s lovely to have you. Please, make yourself comfortable.” She threw a killing glare at her husband as she awkwardly moved to get drinks.

“Here, let me help you.” the scribe said as he smoothly moved to assist the very pregnant woman. Soon they were laughing and chatting as they moved from the kitchen to the table, leaving Kakashi and Asuma to watch in wonder.

“You are in so much trouble.” the general hissed as he watched his wife and Iruka working in tandem. “She’ll have you two hitched before the week is out.”

“Huh.” the warlord grunted in shock, turning wide eyes on his friend just as Kurenai called them to the table. He slowly rose and took his place, suddenly leery of what was to come.