Warlord

Chapter Forty-Two

Kurenai yanked the door open hard. This had better be good, she thought as she tried to comfort the frantically squalling infant in her arms. “Ssshh baby girl.” she crooned, “Mama will make the loud idiot go away.”

“I have a message from Iruka and a letter from General Sarutobi ma’am.” Genma said with a wink, “I’m sorry if I woke the baby.” he reached out and tapped the tip of Aoi’s nose with his finger, causing her to stop crying and stare at him in startled fascination.

“Come in, come in.” the dark haired woman cried, bad mood forgotten at the thought of news. “Would you like something to eat or drink?”

“I’d love a cold drink ma’am.” the courier replied, “I can hold the baby.” he added when she turned to leave, taking the tiny bundle in his arms with a broad smile. “Hi sweetie.” he whispered, dissolving into a pained groan when Aoi managed to fist both hands in his dangling hair and pull.

“No, no baby girl.” Kurenai said soothingly as she tried to untangle the courier’s long locks, “No pulling hair.” Aoi just stared at her curiously and tightened her grip.

“Here’s your letter from the general ma’am.” Genma began once Aoi was finally detached and laid down in her cradle.

“Please call me Kurenai,” the dark haired woman said with a laugh, “ma’am makes me feel very old.”

“Yes ma’am . . . I mean Kurenai.” the courier replied with a smile. “Iruka said to tell you that the three of them would be coming back together once Hatake can travel, which should be in a few days . . . and to let you know he would not be letting the general do anything else stupid, so you shouldn’t worry.”

Kurenai smiled at the last part of the message, it sounded just like Iruka. She missed the scribe. Although they hadn’t known each other for long they had become good friends. It was nice to have someone to talk to about matters other than soldiering and war.

“If you’ll excuse me a minute.” the petite woman said as she rose, she wanted to read her husband’s message in privacy.

“Why don’t I go into town, get a meal and get cleaned up and I’ll come back later to see if you have anything for me to take back.” Genma said with a knowing smile.

“No, no.” Kurenai stopped him, “Go upstairs and use one of the guest rooms . . . there’s plenty of space here. Iruka would be hurt if one of his friends was turned away.” she saw he was still hesitating and continued, “Please, I insist.” before shooing him up the staircase and settling in to read the letter from her husband.

Iruka woke with a smile. In fact, it seemed like he hadn’t stopped smiling since the warlord woke up a few days ago. He breathed deeply, enjoying the older man’s unique scent, smoky and spicy, like cinnamon and sex. I can’t wait until he’s well enough to make love, the scribe decided dreamily . . . then groaned internally as he felt himself harden at the thought. Oh great, he thought, desperately trying to will away his erection by thinking of unpleasant things, but to no avail.

I need to go take care of this, Iruka decided, slipping out of bed to head for the bathroom. “Don’t go ‘ruka.” a sleepy voice chimed in, “I can take care of that for you.”

The scribe blushed bright red at being caught, but quickly replied “No you can’t . . . you can barely sit up. You are not supposed to be exerting yourself.”

“How would I be exerting myself? . . . I promise to just lay here and enjoy it while you take me.” the warlord coaxed with a rakish grin. “Please ‘ruka . . . I’ve missed feeling you inside me so much.” He brought the puppy dog eyes into play, rapidly eroding the scribe’s tenuous self control.

“I don’t know . . .” Iruka said slowly, wracking his brain for reasons why this was a bad idea.

“Pretty please?” that wickedly handsome face implored, long arms reaching out to pull the scribe back into bed, tightly wound in the warlord’s arms.

“You swear you’ll tell me if it’s too much?” Iruka continued worriedly, “I don’t want to risk hurting you.”

“I promise I won’t overdo it . . . I’ll leave that up to you.” Kakashi replied with a sexy smirk, laying back to sprawl temptingly across the bed. “I’m waiting.” he sing-songed, “Come ravish me.”

Iruka couldn’t help but smile in return, stretching out beside his lover and kissing him passionately, breaking away to lick and nibble at the warlord’s neck. “Stop that.” he said crossly, pushing away Kakashi’s wandering hands, “You promised you wouldn’t exert yourself. If you don’t cooperate I’ll have to tie you to this bed.”

“Yes ‘ruka.” he replied obediently, “I promise not to cooperate so you can tie me to the bed.” He smirked when the scribe roughly manhandled him to lie flat, pulling his hands up over his head and rapidly tying one to the headboard. Gods he’s hot when he’s angry, the warlord thought, whimpering when his other hand was jerked up and secured.

“Now, are you going to do what I say?” the scribe asked crossly, hands on his hips as he glowered down at his lover.

“Anything and everything.” the warlord breathed, craning his neck to try and steal a kiss.

Iruka took pity on him and closed the distance, sealing their lips together and easily dominating the kiss, sweeping inside to sample the delights of his lover’s mouth. When the need for air forced them apart he moved to the warlord’s chest, licking and nipping the defined ridges of muscle, delighting in the tremors that raced through the lithe frame.

Kakashi moaned as the scribe traced a wet path over a jutting hipbone, desperate for more contact. His leaking erection twitched with every swipe of that hot wet tongue, begging for Iruka’s attention. When he finally ran his tongue up the underside, circling the head before sucking the length into his mouth to the root, the warlord screamed in pleasure . . . even as he strained to buck up into the moist heat.

Iruka pulled back slightly and narrowed his eyes at his lover, waiting for him to settle back onto the bed before he continued. It didn’t take long before the scribe’s talented tongue had the warlord begging for release, so he slowed his pace before stopping.

Kakashi practically shrieked in frustration when the scribe pulled off his cock. “Please, ‘ruka”, he begged, “I’m so close.”

“But I’m not.” Iruka replied with mirth, “Don’t worry baby, I’ll take good care of you.” He blew lightly across the warlord’s slick cock, fascinated by the way it jumped.

“Stop teasing.” Kakashi groaned, “If you don’t pick up the pace I’m going to die.”

“Oh, I’d never let that happen.” the scribe retorted, nipping at his lover’s sac as he kneaded his firm ass, lifting and spreading the cheeks to lap at his puckered entrance. He reveled in the moaning growls the warlord let out when he thrust his tongue through the tight ring, his already rock hard erection throbbing when Kakashi tried to push back against the intrusion.

Iruka squeezed his erection hard, desperately trying to stave off his climax at the sight of the powerful warlord wantonly tossing his head from side to side, every growl and groan going straight to his throbbing need, driving him to the brink before he could even slide inside.

The scribe took a deep calming breath before slicking his fingers and sliding two into Kakashi’s tight heat, pushing them deep to stroke across his prostate, making the powerful man keen his pleasure. “Hurry ‘ruka, I’m going insane.” the warlord panted, “I’m ready, please.”

“Not yet.” Iruka replied tightly, adding a third finger and continuing to twist and stretch. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me . . .” the warlord replied tightly, “but I’m going to come without you if you don’t hurry up.”

“Can’t have that.” the scribe muttered as he finally removed his fingers and oiled his dripping cock, tremors running through both men as the broad head nudged the warlord’s entrance.

Iruka took a deep breath and carefully began to push inside, ever so slowly sinking deeper until his balls brushed the warlord’s muscular ass. He paused when he was fully seated, as much to allow him to strengthen his control as to let Kakashi adjust.

When he finally began to move he pulled out just as slowly, beginning a measured pace that soon had the warlord begging for more. “Harder ‘ruka, I need to feel all of you.” Kakashi moaned, spurring the scribe to quicken the pace until he was slamming into his lover’s hungry ass, the tall man’s hips snapping up to meet his every thrust.

Iruka felt his orgasm approaching and finally reached out to stroke the dripping length bobbing in front of him, causing the warlord to make a needy keening noise, building in intensity with each thrust until he finally exploded, screaming the scribe’s name as he shot his seed between them.

The sight of that perfect face in the throes of pleasure, combined with the convulsions of the warlord’s tight passage, was more than Iruka could take and with one last powerful thrust to Kakashi’s prostate he exploded, vision wavering as he came harder than he ever had before collapsing on the limp form of his lover.

When he finally gained control of himself he rolled off and quickly untied the warlord’s hands, berating himself when he saw bruises beginning to appear on his wrists. “I’m so sorry . . . I hurt you.” he moaned in despair, “I knew this was a bad idea.”

“It was MY idea,” Kakashi replied curtly, “and I’m not complaining . . . in fact, I’m planning on misbehaving so we can repeat it.”

“Mmmm, maybe later.” the scribe purred, “For now, sleep.” He received no protests when he maneuvered them until they were curled tightly together, both men drifting off into a sated slumber.