Warlord

Chapter Four

As the days passed they fell into a routine. They would rise early and Kakashi would go train while Iruka organized his papers and prepared for the day. On his way back from training the warlord would stop for breakfast and draw the tutor’s ration before heading back to his tent. They would spend the next hour conversing about politics, geography, religion, philosophy . . . any subject, in fact, that the commander thought would help him in his desire to rule both wisely and fairly. Surprisingly for someone who had made their fortune at the game of war, he longed for a time of peace and prosperity, he had enough blood on his hands.

While the warlord was off reviewing the troops and commanding engagements in the field, the tutor confined himself to the tent. Many of the soldiers eyed him like a piece of meat. While his owner would be free to seek whatever retribution he wished, or none at all, should someone molest him, Iruka would not be able to fight back. Resistance from a slave could be instantly punished by death with no real repercussions . . . other than, perhaps, reimbursement to the owner for the price he had paid.

Their evenings were spent in conversation, Iruka helping his master with any paperwork he needed to complete. At night they slept together in the warlord’s remarkably comfortable bed and, so far at least, he had kept his word and had not even mentioned more intimate activities.

This night had, so far, followed the same pattern. Just before turning out the lamp the warlord propped himself up on one elbow, eyes intently studying the man lying next to him. “Iruka,” he began tentatively, “I’m leaving in the morning for the northern outpost. I’ll be gone for about a week . . . will you be alright here?”

“Of course master. Is there something you wish from me in your absence?”

“Just try and keep up with the blasted paperwork.” He turned toward the light and then hesitated, continuing in a soft voice, “I’ll miss you . . . it’s been too long since I’ve had a companion.” Kakashi quickly extinguished the flame and flopped down on his back, glad the dark hid the heat he could feel in his normally pale cheeks.

Iruka felt his heart swell at being referred to as the companion of this remarkable man. Forgetting his status he leaned over and placed a soft kiss on the scar just below the warlord’s eye. Kakashi instantly grew rigid, hands clenching into fists at his sides. “Master,” the scribe tentatively began, “did I do something wrong?”

“It makes me feel . . . funny, like my stomach is tingling.” was the rather bemused reply, “I don’t think anyone’s kissed me since my mother died. I was . . . four, I think. You surprised me . . . you do that a lot.” he finished almost petulantly.

“It was the nicest thing anyone’s said to me since I became a slave.” Iruka replied honestly, “I wanted to thank you for making me feel . . . normal.” He paused, considering his options. The warlord had stayed true to his word and hadn’t mentioned anything about physical contact between them. At the same time the scribe knew the older man had truly enjoyed their intimacy the first night . . . he weighed his options and made a quick decision.

Iruka smoothly slid under the covers, nipping and licking his way down defined abs, stopping to thrust his tongue into the naval as he passed before continuing down to Kakashi’s rapidly hardening member. He nibbled the thick vein tracing its way down the impressive length before taking just the head into his mouth, running his tongue around the rim and tonguing the slit, making the normally controlled soldier let out a long groan. “Gods ‘ruka.” he muttered huskily before arching further into the inviting heat. The younger man relaxed his throat, engulfing the rigid length to the base.

He slid up to the tip, twisting his tongue around the length as he withdrew. As he slid back down he began to hum and the warlord’s control broke. He fisted his hands in the tutor’s hair to hold him in place and began to thrust his hips, moaning and growling as the sensations overwhelmed him. It wasn’t long before his thrusts became erratic and he came with a roar, pumping his seed down Iruka’s throat.

Iruka emerged from under the covers, licking his lips. He stopped, totally captivated by the blissful expression visible on the usually closed face and the hazy lust glowing in the incredible mismatched eyes. “Can I . . .” the warlord hesitated, “can I do that to you?”

The tutor’s mouth almost dropped open in shock, “You don’t need to worry about me master, I’m your slave . . . a slave’s pleasure is of no importance.”

“You are my companion Iruka.” he replied seriously, “I thought I made it clear that any intimacy was outside of your duties.” He stopped for a moment, considering, “Has anyone ever done that for you?”

“Of course not, I’m a slave.” he snappishly replied, thinking back to his days with Kabuto. No, he was certain his pleasure had never been considered, else he wouldn’t have been there in the first place.

“Well then, its high time you experienced it.” Kakashi declared before kneeling over the tutor, bending to tentatively touch the tip of his tongue to one of the pearly drops now steadily emerging from the younger man’s rigid length. The warlord cocked his head, seeming to consider the taste before swooping back in for another lick, eagerly running his tongue around the head and dipping into the slit.

“You taste good Iruka.” he concluded before he took the tip into his mouth. He tried to emulate Iruka’s smooth slide, but almost choked when the scribe’s cock slid into his throat. He pulled back, sputtering, and the slave attempted to stop him.

“It’s alright master, really.” he said as he pulled on the broad shoulders, trying to maneuver the larger form to lie down. He was shaken off and pressed flat by muscular arms.

“No, it’s not.” was the droll reply and his cock was once again swallowed. This time Kakashi knew what to expect and made sure not to go too fast. Slowly he slid until his nose was nestled in chocolate curls. He breathed deeply, liking the musky, comfortable scent of the other man.

He retreated just as slowly, feeling immensely powerful when the tutor arched into his mouth and moaned. He gradually sped up the pace as he became more comfortable, until he was bobbing up and down . . . and Iruka was lost in the pleasure. Oh . . . he thought, this feels so . . . his thoughts were derailed when he opened his eyes on the sight of the powerful warlord kneeling between his legs, eagerly devouring his erection.

With a loud wail Iruka arched up into that heavenly wet heat and came, shooting blast after blast of hot come into the warlord’s throat. When he opened his eyes he was being watched intently, hawk bright eyes searching his face for signs of displeasure. “How was it?” Kakashi nervously asked.

The dazed man wet his lips and tried to express just how wonderful it was. “Amazing.” was the single word he managed to form.

“Alright then, sleep.” the warlord proclaimed, gathering the spent figure into his arms and arranging them comfortably, tentatively stroking the smooth chocolate locks as the tutor drifted off to sleep before succumbing himself, hand still tangled in Iruka’s hair.