Warlord

Chapter Forty

Asuma rode into camp just before dusk, dusty, sore and happy as hell to be back. He loved his wife and daughter dearly . . . but he was a career soldier and the thought of his men going into battle without him was more than he could take.

He pulled up outside Raidou’s tent and called out, knowing there’d be hell to pay if he tried to dismount on his own. “Yo Rai . . . give me a hand, will ya?” he yelled, pleasantly surprised when both Genma and the general appeared to help him down from his horse and into the tent.

“What the hell are you doing back?” Raidou asked curiously, “Baby too much for you?”

“Aoi’s wonderful.” Asuma replied, “Although Kurenai’s bossier than ever. She wanted news about Hatake and I needed to find out what was happening . . . suffice it to say she’s really pissed at me right now, she expected me to send someone else.” He rolled his eyes at the thought, sending Raidou into fits of laughter.

Genma clutched his sides as his eyes watered. He could picture Kurenai lecturing the general, hands on her hips. “You’re gonna be riding the couch for a month.” he finally chortled.

“Yeah, yeah . . . easy for you to laugh.” Asuma grumbled. “So, what’s the news?”

“At least sit down and have a drink with us . . . we’re celebrating.” Raidou said with a smile.

“Celebrating what?” Asuma asked suspiciously, not sure if he trusted the slightly intoxicated pair not to be setting up some elaborate joke.

“The commander regained consciousness.” Genma said with a broad smile, “He’ll be out of commission for a while . . . but he’s going to survive and eventually recover completely. He’s been unconscious for over two weeks so you can imagine how relieved we all are . . . I guess we went a bit overboard celebrating.”

“That’s fantastic news.” Asuma said, “I certainly don’t blame you for celebrating . . . how are things at the front?”

“We’ve pushed them back to the far side of the river.” Raidou said confidently, “A little more pressure and they should be ready to negotiate.”

“I guess you didn’t need me after all.” Asuma said dejectedly, frustrated by the progress made in his absence.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” the courier exclaimed, “Rai’s been driving himself crazy worrying over every decision. With you here maybe he’ll finally lighten up.” He glanced at the taller man briefly before continuing in a low voice, “After what happened between the commander and Rai he lost his confidence in his decision making . . . he’s doing fine but he won’t believe it. He looks almost as bad as Iruka. It’s a good thing Hatake finally woke up, now maybe they’ll both start taking care of themselves.”

“What did they fight about anyway?” Asuma asked curiously, “Hatake would only say they were taking a break.”

“It’s not important.” Genma said seriously, “What is important is that it was all Rai’s fault, and they still weren’t really talking when this happened. He feels somehow responsible.”

“That’s ridiculous.” Asuma said in surprise, “It had been raining for a week, that rock could have gone at any time . . . or not at all. If anyone should feel guilty it’s me. Kakashi saved my ass and almost died.”

“What are you two whispering about?” Raidou asked suspiciously.

“I was just telling the general how thin Iruka’s gotten.” Genma replied sweetly.

“Hmmmm,” Raidou replied, looking into his lover’s eyes, “why don’t I believe you?”

“Because you’re naturally suspicious . . . and that’s what makes you such a wonderful leader.” the courier replied with a smile. “So, Gimpy,” he said with a smirk, adroitly changing the topic, “Want us to help you over to Hatake’s? We were planning on heading over soon anyway.”

“I can walk . . .” the general began indignantly, wobbling and almost falling when he went to stand, “kind of.” He took a few tentative steps, dragging the heavy cast before huffing in defeat, “Fine . . . I could use some help.”

Raidou and Genma each wrapped an arm around Asuma’s waist, easily supporting him between them. “I hope Kurenai won’t be jealous.” the courier quipped.

“If you ever tell her I’ll skin you alive.” the general replied through gritted teeth, “You have no idea what a truly terrifying thought that is.” he shuddered and then shook his head. “Let’s just go . . . this is embarrassing enough without dragging it out.”

“‘kashi, we can’t.” Iruka said patiently, removing the warlord’s wandering hand, “You just woke up and you’re still gravely injured . . . there will be plenty of time for that later.”

“But ‘ruka, I’ve missed you so.” the tall man purred, “I need to touch you to convince myself you’re real. Besides,” he said with a smirk, “I can tell you want it too.”

“I never said I didn’t.” the scribe replied sweetly, “But I don’t want to put you back in a coma.”

“Well . . . at least come cuddle with me.” the warlord implored with a pout.

He looks too cute like that, Iruka though fondly. “Alright, but just for a few minutes. Then I need to get up and fix you something to eat.”

Kakashi lifted up the covers with a smile, pulling the scribe in for a deep kiss the instant he was in bed. “That’s what I need to recover.” he murmured before beginning to nip and lick at Iruka’s neck.

“Wait a minute . . . you said cuddling.” the scribe squeaked when a strong hand palmed his hardening length.

“But ‘ruka . . . I need you.” the warlord groaned, “It’s been so long, and I’ve missed you so . . . please.”

Iruka rolled his eyes at the commander, “You are such a brat.” He thought for a moment and seemed to come to a decision, “Fine, but you are going to lay there and not move . . . understand.”

“Yessssssssss.” Kakashi hissed out as the scribe’s talented mouth began to trace a path down the parts of his chest not covered in bandages, “Oh yessssss.” he whispered when that hot mouth blew gently on his trembling erection before swallowing him to the root.

The warlord’s eyes rolled up into his head as Iruka’s tongue twirled up the length of his straining cock before flicking over the tip. The scribe’s cheeks hollowed as he sucked hard, sliding the length smoothly into his throat until his nose was nestled in soft silver curls. He hummed as he retreated, making Kakashi arch and groan gutturally.

Determined hands held his hips down as the scribe continued his slow slide, twisting and humming until the tall man thought he would go insane. Just when Kakashi thought he couldn’t take anymore a slick finger slid into his entrance, brushing his prostate and sending bolts of pleasure crashing through him. “More ‘ruka.” he husked “Please, need more.”

The scribe brushed Kakashi’s prostate more firmly as he twirled his tongue around the head before dipping into the slit, and the warlord screamed his pleasure. One more hard suck and the crook of a finger should do it, Iruka thought with pride.

Kakashi buried his hands in the scribe’s hair and tried to still his movement “Wait, stop or I’m going to come before you get inside.”

“That is not happening.” Iruka replied tartly, dropping his mouthful to lecture his lover, “There’s no way you’re in any kind of shape for that . . . take what you can get. Once you recover we’ll do whatever you like.”

“Anything I want?” the warlord asked with a leer.

Iruka just gave him an indulgent look, giving his prostate a firm stroke before bending down to take Kakashi’s purpling cock back into his mouth.

The combination of Asuma’s broken leg and the drinks Genma and Raidou had indulged in meant that it took longer than usual to reach the warlord’s tent. “Hey guys, we’ve come to visit.” the courier sang out as the trio stumbled inside.

Raidou immediately clapped his hands over his eyes and moaned while Genma and Asuma stared, transfixed at the sight that met their eyes. Just then the warlord let out a warbling shriek of the scribe’s name, coming hard into his mouth.

Iruka sat up and licked his lips. “Feeling better dear?” he asked his lover with a smile.

“Great.” he managed to stammer out, “But I think our guests could use some help.

Iruka turned around and blushed beet red at the sight of the three gaping visitors. “Uh . . . excuse me.” he squeaked before dashing off to the bathroom, leaving Kakashi alone with his friends.