Warlord

Chapter Nineteen

Kakashi finally returned from training early in the afternoon, surprised to find Iruka slumped in a chair rather than working as he’d expected. “‘ruka what’s the matter?” he asked as his eyes adjusted and he toed off his shoes. Then he gracefully stalked over to the chair the scribe occupied and leaned over his shoulder, capturing his lips in a hard kiss.

“Ahhh,” Iruka squealed, startled out of his thoughts moments before the warlord began kissing him senseless. “‘kashi, wait . . .”

“I have no interest in waiting,” he mumbled as he nipped a path down the column of the scribe’s neck, “let’s take a bath and then go back to bed. I haven’t been able to get my mind off of you all morning.”

“That sounds wonderful . . . but we have company right now.” Iruka gritted out.

“Oh, you certainly shouldn’t stop on my account . . . in fact, I’ll be more than happy to lend a hand, or a mouth, or whatever else you’d like.” the pleasure slave interjected as he rubbed sensuously against the startled warlord.

“‘ruka, what’s going on?” he stammered as he pulled back, peeling the slave off of himself with both hands. “Who is this person and why is he touching me?”

“This,” the scribe began grumpily, “is your new pleasure slave, Hajime. A gift from the council of nobles, they wish you to have nothing but the best.” He turned worried brown eyes on Kakashi, “my cousin Umino Toyo delivered him this morning.”

“And you allowed this because?” the confused warlord asked.

“Well, let’s see . . . in the first place it’s not up to me to accept or reject any gift made to you, that would be totally presumptuous.” he lectured, hands on his hips, “Not to mention the fact that I was a little taken aback by the unexpected appearance of my slimy cousin. Oh, and then there’s the little added problem that he’ll be executed if you don’t keep him.”

“Not my problem.” Kakashi decided, grabbing the slave by the arm and shoving him outside the tent.

“‘kashi,” the scribe rushed after him, “you can’t just throw him out, they’ll kill him.”

“Like I said, that is not my problem . . . look ‘ruka, I can’t afford to accept anything from those snakes on the council, for all I know he’ll kill me as soon as I shut my eyes.” he pleaded with the distraught scribe, “unless you have some other reason to keep him . . . you don’t prefer him to me, do you?”

“Oh ‘kashi, don’t be silly, how could I ever compare a boy like that to you. Believe me, the last thing I want anywhere near me is a pleasure slave, just the thought gives me the shivers, but I can’t just condemn him to death . . . that could have just as easily been me.” he shuddered at the thought.

The warlord wrapped strong arms around the scribe, “I understand ‘ruka . . . what do you want me to do?” he asked seriously.

“Well for the time being I guess you’ll have to keep him, at least until we figure a way out of this.” Iruka answered, unhappiness clearly evident in his voice, “I just hope we can do it quickly . . . I don’t like the way he looks at you.” he finished with a pout, surprised when he was pulled into a deep passionate kiss.

“Well, if it makes you feel better, I haven’t looked at him at all . . .the only person I want is you.” Kakashi said in a deep velvety voice, “Now, let’s go in and have that bath, I’m all dirty from training.”

“Hajime,” Iruka began, “please wait here for us while we bathe. Make yourself comfortable, we shouldn’t be too long.” He was cut off with a squeak as the warlord grabbed him around the waist and dragged him into the bathing chamber, pulling off
their clothes as he went.

Before he knew what had hit him, the scribe found himself seated between long legs, a broad chest against his back and sure hands stroking every inch of his skin. He was coaxed to lean forward as a hot mouth began to nip and suck its way down his spine, before stopping to nibble and knead firm cheeks.

Iruka let out a loud groan when a finger slowly slipped into his tight pucker, stroking and loosening. It was soon joined by a second and they began stretching and scissoring, opening him up for what was to come. He moaned wantonly when the fingers were removed and replaced by the broad head of his lover’s cock.

Kakashi paused when he was fully seated, the scribe bent over the end of the tub, knuckles white and back bowed as he adjusted to being filled. The warlord whispered reassurances as he stroked tense muscles, almost dizzy from the heady sensation of being surrounded by Iruka’s tight heat.

Finally the muscles eased and Kakashi started to move, tears rising to his eyes as he slowly pulled out until only the head remained, then sliding back in, twin cries ringing out as Iruka’s prostate was struck and his passage convulsed around the warlord’s rigid length. “Gods ‘ruka,” a deep husky whisper in the scribe’s ear, “how did I survive before I found you?”

A strong hand wrapped around the scribe’s bobbing erection and began to lightly stroke it, the calloused palm barely caressing the satiny skin as the thumb idly rubbed across the tip.

The warlord pressed his chest to Iruka’s back and increased the pace, a strong arm wrapping around his chest to pinch and rub at his nipples. The scribe moaned wantonly and tossed his head back onto a broad shoulder, writhing as his prostate was repeatedly struck. “I’m so close ‘kashi.” he moaned.

Immediately the pace slowed and the large hands stilled, “Not yet ‘ruka, I haven’t had enough of you yet.” Kakashi husked before he captured plump lips in a deep, devouring kiss, breaking apart for air only to dive right back in. Ever so slowly he began to move again, gradually increasing the speed and force of his thrusts until they were once more teetering on the brink.

When Kakashi stopped the second time Iruka thought he might lose his mind. “Please, please.” he mumbled into the pale column of the warlord’s neck as he frantically nipped and sucked at the tender flesh, “I’m going crazy, please move.”

“This time, I promise.” his lover whispered as he once again began to move. This time there was no gradual progression, no slow build-up, instead the warlord immediately started a series of deep hard thrusts that soon had both men moaning continuously as they drew close.

Finally a strong hand grasped the scribe’s tortured member firmly and began to stroke in rhythm, making Iruka squirm and shudder, endless cries of his lover’s name falling from his lips, ending in a keening wail as he shot burst after burst of creamy seed onto their chests.

The look of abandon on Iruka’s face as it contorted in the throes of pleasure made a host of unnameable feelings course through the warlord, and he came deep inside his lover with a strangled shout. They lay sprawled in the tub, panting for breath as they recovered, only to be pulled back to reality by the sound of clapping.

“Well, that was certainly entertaining,” Hajime remarked from his position by the door. He strode forward, shedding his clothes as he moved, stopping next to the tub as he continued, “now, master, if you’re done with this camp whore, perhaps you’d like to experience real pleasure. Not only am I fully versed in the art of pleasure, but I’m also a virgin . . . hot, tight and all yours.” The slave practically purred the last as he came to kneel beside the tub, finishing with a sensuous lick to his ear.

Kakashi recoiled violently, pushing Iruka away in the process. The scribe gasped, seeing it as a rejection, and quickly jumped out of the tub and raced from the room, pulling on his clothes before he rushed out of the tent, leaving the warlord and his new pleasure slave naked and alone.