Warlord

Chapter Thirty-Four

Genma bent his head and began to lick and nip along the edges of the scars on the general’s neck and chest, making him squirm at the contact with such a previously ignored and surprisingly sensitive area.

“Stop, you don’t have to do that.” Raidou tried to protest, suddenly embarrassed by the sight of his naked body.

“I know.” Genma muttered as he twirled his tongue around a perked nipple, drawing a startled whimper from the larger man, “I want to. I like your scars . . . I think they’re sexy, shows how strong and brave you are . . .personally, I think it’s very hot.” the courier purred before switching his attentions to the other nipple.

“You know,” he continued conversationally as he ran his hands slowly over the general’s chest before coming to rest on his hips, “I find everything about you sexy . . . especially this.” he said with a smirk as he ducked his head and took Raidou’s rigid member deep in his throat, making him practically scream his pleasure and wrap his hands in honey colored hair as he tried to thrust further into the moist heat.

Genma skillfully licked and sucked the straining length, making sure to tickle the ridge with his tongue and thrust into the slit, causing Raidou to whine his name and scrabble for something to hold on to.

The courier shifted his lover’s legs onto his shoulders and dropped his head further down to lap and suckle his sensitive balls, nipping and rolling them before swiping a slick trail to his tight pucker, lapping and thrusting until the large man was tossing his head from side to side before adding a slick finger, pressing deep to stroke across the general’s prostate, making him shudder with the unexpected jolt of pleasure.

“Oh gods Genma, do that again.” Raidou wailed.

“You mean this?” the courier asked with a smirk as he stroked the sensitive gland again, fascinated with the reaction he got.

“Yes, that . . .keep doing that.” the general panted, ending in a whine as Genma pulled his finger out, only to slip two inside, twisting and scissoring, gradually spreading the tight channel. When the time came to add a third finger the courier took Raidou in his mouth again, skillfully teasing the slick member with his tongue to distract the large man from any discomfort.

“Don’t stop.” Raidou stuttered as slick fingers were pulled out.

“I’m not stopping babe, don’t worry. I won’t stop unless you want me to . . . do you want me to?” the courier asked seriously. “We don’t have to do this.”

“Please, please.” the general begged, “I want you Genma.”

“Of course.” he replied with a smile. “You know, it would probably be easier if I took you from behind.” he whispered heatedly, “But I want to see your face while I bring you pleasure.”

Raidou let out a deep ragged moan as the courier slowly pushed into his virgin entrance. This was much bigger than the fingers had been. He struggled to relax around the rigid length penetrating him, dizzy from the combination of pain and pleasure teasing his already taut nerves.

“Do something.” the general whispered, “I feel like I’m going to explode.”

Genma slowly pulled out of the constricting passage until just the head remained . . . and just as slowly pushed back in, watching the general’s face in fascination as pleasure brought a flush to his features, giving him a rugged wanton beauty the courier found endlessly arousing.

He dropped one burly leg to wrap around his waist, twisting them slightly so he could drive even deeper into Raidou, the change in angle resulting in his prostate being continuously stimulated, making the general writhe and pant, digging his nails into Genma’s shoulders as he pulled him down for a wet passionate kiss.

“Harder.” he husked, causing the courier to raise a brow in surprise before picking up the pace, slamming into the larger man as he pistoned his hips to meet every thrust.

Genma felt his release rushing towards him, fueled by the utterly arousing sight of the powerful man begging for his touch. He wrapped a slim hand around the general’s purpling length, spreading the copiously dripping precome and he firmly stroked, rubbing his thumb across the head, adding a twist to his strokes when Raidou started keening continuously.

The general suddenly arched and shrieked Genma’s name, his eyes fluttering shut and his hands clenching as he shot his come between them. The courier bent and swallowed his cry, thrusting his tongue into the kiss swollen mouth as he continued to thrust raggedly into the clenching passage, determined to draw out his pleasure for as long as possible.

Finally the sensations overwhelmed him and he came, shooting his seed deep inside the thrashing body before slumping forward in exhaustion, gingerly pulling out of Raidou’s tender pucker, watching the thin trickle of his seed leaking out with a sort of bemused pride.

“I need to rest.” the courier panted, “Then it’s your turn.”

Kakashi woke to find Iruka’s head on his chest, their legs tangled together. Oh shit, he thought, I need to find a way to extricate myself before ‘ruka wakes up. He tried to carefully untwist their legs, but every time he worked one of his long legs loose the scribe would snag it with one of his and pull it back into the fray.

Finally the warlord succumbed to the inevitable and lay back to enjoy the sensation of holding his lover, even if it was while he was sleeping. He stroked thick chestnut locks tenderly as he contemplated the situation he found himself in. Soon Iruka would wake and leave to go start his new life in the manor house.

The warlord’s shoulders slumped in defeat when he realized that this might well be the last time he got to lay so intimately entwined with his love. He kicked himself for rushing things last night, knowing it was his own impatience that led them into the situation in the first place. I’m so sorry ‘ruka, he thought, please give me another chance.

Iruka snuggled more firmly against Kakashi’s warm body. I missed this, he thought sleepily, I wish I could do it every day. He lay still for a while, drifting in his thoughts, lost in the rise and fall of the strong chest beneath his head and the comforting thrum of the warlord’s heartbeat.

He’ll be fine, the scribe told himself, ‘kashi’s strong and skilled, he’ll come back from the campaign and we’ll work everything out. A small part of Iruka, however, worried that the warlord might not return from battle and he would never get to lay like this again. He slowly took a deep breath and released it, willing himself to relax. I have to stay positive, he reminded himself, no reason to assume the worst.

Iruka quietly tried to free himself from the tangle of limbs and bedclothes without waking the warlord, never realizing he was being studied intently by mismatched eyes. “Morning ‘ruka.” Kakashi said softly, wincing at the startled jump the scribe took at the sound of his voice.

“Good morning Kakashi.” the scribe replied serenely, “I was just going to go make breakfast.” Pale arms blocked his path however, keeping him where he was.

“Five more minutes . . . please.” the older man asked sincerely, “I want to remember this feeling.”

“That would be nice.” Iruka agreed honestly, “I’m going to miss you too.” So they snuggled back down in the warm cocoon of blankets, as close as they could be without merging . . . and yet so far apart, pondering ways to bridge the distance between them as they drifted back to sleep.