Warlord

A/N - First of all, I was remiss in not thanking the wonderful reiXgaara for this idea. Ryu earth - 27ish, basically 12 when he left the brothel training, 10 years with the old man as a scribe then 5 with the family - kashi is 30.


Chapter Two

Iruka found it hard to conceal his shock when the group began bargaining for him. What on earth would a bunch of soldiers need with a tutor? He pushed his worries aside, however. He was properly grouped with the other educated slaves and his selling price was high because of his skills and intelligence, if they were purchasing him they must have need of his services.

He quickly gathered his possessions and joined the group, startled at the way they encircled him before heading out. After walking for about fifteen minutes the tutor could stand it no longer. “Excuse me,” he began tentatively, “but which one of you is my new master.” The crowd of men laughed heartily at this, putting Iruka off-balance, “I’m sorry,” he tried again, “I was just concerned about whether I’d be up to my new duties . . . am I to be used as a scribe or a tutor?”

One of the men took pity on him and answered his question. “What would one of us do with a prissy sot like you. . . could have gotten each of us a pleasure slave for the price we paid. You are the new toy of the warlord Hatake Kakashi.” He concluded bluntly, adding under his breath, “Though what he saw in you certainly escapes me.”

Iruka’s breath froze in his lungs. Pleasure slave, his panicked mind screamed, no I’m a tutor. He finally gathered a shaky breath and began in a timid voice. “There must be some mistake . . . I was supposed to be sold as a tutor or a scribe only . . . they promised.”

“Promises are made to be broken lad.” the soldier said, giving him a consoling pat on the back. “Besides, it could be worse. He’s a jealous man . . . not likely to share if you know what I mean.” The young man paled even further at the thought of what ‘sharing’ could mean in a camp full of soldiers, he was, however, unable to contain the shiver that rippled through him at the next words, well intentioned though they were meant to be. “I’ve fought alongside him since he was a child. He’s a cold man, true, but loyal and fair. This is the first time he’s ever bothered with pleasure so he probably won’t be too demanding . . . unless he tries to make up for lost time.” he continued musing under his breath, “might be like a dam breaking.”

Iruka stopped, frozen by the memory of that predatory gaze from the market. That’s my new master, he thought in terror, the warlord himself is my master. He stumbled a bit in shock but quickly regained his composure and continued walking in silence, eyes fixed straight ahead, unwilling to let any of these men see just how disconcerted he was.

Before he knew it the group was entering an encampment on the outskirts of town. “I’m sorry for the accommodations,” the aide broke into Iruka’s thoughts, “but he likes to stay with his men, it’s one reason why he inspires such loyalty. Just wait inside and make yourself comfortable . . . he’ll be in when he finishes with the daily briefing.” With that he lifted the flap on a large tent and ushered the tutor inside.

A lamp flared into life and Iruka got his first look at what would be his home. A large worktable took up most of one side of the room. It was strewn with maps and papers as well as some weapons and cleaning supplies. A battered shield leaned against one leg haphazardly, as if it had come to rest there after being tossed aside.

On the other side of the room were a couple of sling chairs and a large bed . . . a very large bed. Prompting Iruka to remember just how tall the warlord had appeared across the marketplace. He towered over those soldiers, he recalled, sobering further as his mind continued, and they towered over me.

The tutor cast his eyes around the room frantically, trying to formulate a plan that would avoid his being trapped under his new master . . . at least for tonight, he thought, let me ease into this if I have to do it. He decided simplicity was best and quickly discarded his clothes, freeing his hair and combing it to lie smoothly across his shoulders. Then he knelt gracefully by the door to wait.

Kakashi was tired, both in body and in mind. The strategy session had run much later than expected, news that his enemies were moving to the north and west sparking heated debate on the best plan to oppose them. He grunted and flexed his shoulders, moving his head from side to side in hopes of working the kinks out. He went to pick up his daily rations, just like everyone else, stopping to talk with the men he passed, remembering not only their names but also details about their families, yet another reason he was so well liked.

Genius of war he might be, however, it was understandable that he had completely forgotten his impulsive decision to buy the young tutor. In truth, if he had remembered he would be chastising himself by now, desperately looking for a graceful way to get out of the situation.

So it was understandable when he flung himself into his tent as usual, dropping unceremoniously into a chair and reaching down to take off his sandals. He was shocked speechless when a soft voice said “Let me get that for you master.”

He looked down to be met with the startling sight of a slender naked man removing his sandals and massaging his feet. It was then he remembered his impulsive purchase. What have I gotten myself into, he mused as he ran a strong hand through ragged silver locks, as if he could pull the answer out of his head.

Hoping to get his ‘duties’ over with as soon as possible the tutor knelt between the tall man’s legs, boldly pulling aside his clothes before dropping to place a soft kiss on the head of his flaccid penis. He teased the impressive length to full hardness, pleasantly surprised that the taste was actually rather pleasant, not the cloying bitterness he remembered.

Kakashi regained his voice when plump lips surrounded him and slid down his length to the base. He let out a long growling moan and threaded his hands in silky chocolate locks, urging the young man to pull back, swirling his tongue under the rim before dipping it into the slit, then sliding back down again. Iruka almost panicked, trying to dredge up memories of the training he’d long tried to forget. He let out a small moan, the vibrations causing the warlord to growl and urge the tutor to move still faster, until he finally came with a loud roar, nearly drowning the smaller man with the strength of his ejaculation.

Kakashi slumped, dazed, in the aftermath of his first orgasm, only vaguely perceiving the tutor moving him to the bathing area and helping him into the steaming tub. He groaned in pleasure as he was scrubbed and rinsed by deft hands before finding himself comfortably tucked into bed.

“Where do you wish me master.” Iruka asked, pleased with his efforts to direct this first encounter. Not bad at all, he decided with a nod of his head, I can do this.

“Here.” came a deep silken voice in reply. The tutor felt a shiver run through him, and he realized that this was the first time his new master had spoken in his presence. He gulped when he saw the covers peeled back and a large hand patting the mattress. The young man looked up and was lost in that same fierce gaze he remembered from the marketplace. “What is your name?” his master continued, “I need to properly thank you for such a wonderful, though unexpected, welcome. I can see that our life together is going to be full of marvelous new experiences.”

“My name is Iruka, master . . . if you care to use it.”

“What else would I use?”

“Whatever pleases you master. I live to serve.”

“What pleases me, Iruka, is you here in this bed. Morning will come all too quickly and we can talk then.” He reached out a long arm and snagged the tutor, pulling him clumsily into the bed and drawing the covers over them, murmuring a soft “Good night” before drifting off to sleep, unable to keep his eyes open a moment longer.

The tutor stayed awake for a long time, resting on his elbow and studying the face of the man who had made him what he had tried so hard to avoid. Pleasure slave, the words were bitter on his tongue. Still, it wasn’t so bad, he admitted, I can do this . . . besides it’s not like I have a choice. His eyes slowly drifted shut as he mused and soon he joined his bed partner in slumber.