Warlord

Chapter Forty-Eight

“Hello handsome, how are you feeling?” Iruka asked sweetly as the warlord’s eyelids fluttered before slowly opening.

“Better.” he croaked, “I think I need a bath though, I feel filthy.”

“That’s because you are . . . good thing I don’t mind.” the scribe quipped. “Why don’t we get you into the tub and then after you’re clean we’ll have lunch.” He slowly eased the tall man out of bed and into the bath, smiling at the blissful expression on the warlord’s expressive face. “I love you ‘kashi.” he suddenly blurted, flushing beet red as he fretted that perhaps the commander didn’t feel the same way.

“I love you too ‘ruka.” Kakashi replied without opening his eyes, “I’d do anything for you.”

“So would I.” the scribe replied with a gulp. Should he leave for the warlord’s own good? Asuma had as much as said that Kakashi’s problems were Iruka’s fault. No, he decided, that would hurt him even more . . . and it might not even solve the problems. He continued to ponder as he scrubbed and rinsed silver locks before moving to pale skin. Finally he came to a decision. “There are some things we need to talk about while we eat. I just found out some information that’s been kept from you . . . and I think you have the right to it.”

He helped the tall man out of the tub and toweled him off, tying a simple wrap around lean hips before moving to the small table. “Sit down and eat ‘kashi.” the scribe said with a smile, “You must be starving.”

“I am,” he remarked off-handedly, “but you’re crazy if you think I can eat after you dangle information under my nose. Tell me now . . . then we’ll eat.”

“All right.” the scribe replied hesitantly, “I heard Asuma and Kurenai arguing when I went downstairs. Apparently your injuries were just an excuse to relieve you of command. The men don’t trust you since Ibiki. . .” he trailed off, before turning a teary visage to the warlord, “I’m so sorry ‘kashi, I feel like this is all my fault.”

“Well it’s not.” Kakashi replied seriously, “They’d been preparing Hajime for five years to take me out, long before I met you. The fact is they’re probably right.” he sighed as he ran a strong hand through his messy locks, “I haven’t given much thought to anything but conquest. It’s just a good thing you’re rich ‘ruka, because I may have tamed an empire and united a continent . . . but I don’t have two coins to rub together. I’m afraid I’ll have to mooch off of you for a while until I figure out what else a broken down ex-soldier can do.”

“‘kashi,” the scribe said softly, “please don’t talk about yourself that way. You’re hardly broken down . . . and this is only temporary, General Sarutobi and General Namiashi want you back in charge.”

“You’re very naive Iruka.” the warlord said coldly, “It’s more civil than most, true, but a coup is a coup . . . I’ve been replaced by my so-called friends.” he almost spat the last word before continuing forlornly, “Are you going to abandon me now too . . . I wouldn’t blame you.”

“Of course not ‘kashi.” the scribe replied indignantly, “I said I’d never leave you again and I meant it. We’ll work this out together.” he said decisively with a smile and a firm nod of his head. “Now hurry up and finish eating so I can take you back to bed and remind you of my promise. You’re mine and I’m not letting go without one hell of a fight.”

“Mmmmm, that sounds nice.” Kakashi hummed, “You’re on my side, aren’t you ‘ruka?”

“I only want what’s best for you.” the scribe said quietly, “So yes I’m on your side . . . even if I may not always agree with you. We can discuss all of this later, you’re still healing remember.”

“Yes dear.” the warlord replied with a broad grin, digging into his food. A few minutes later he pushed his empty plate away, leering at the man across the table. “I’m finished ‘ruka . . . and I’m ready for my desert.”

“Oh you are, are you.” the scribe replied with a sexy grin, “Far be it from me to keep you waiting.” He helped the tall man up and into the bedchamber, pulling the wrap off his hips before pushing him back to tumble onto the bed. “Gods you look good like that.” he whispered, “All wild and wanton.”

Iruka quickly stripped off his clothes and jumped onto the bed, rubbing sensuously against the pale figure, entranced by the contrast between their skin tones. “You’re mine, Hatake Kakashi.” he said as he leaned in to capture the warlord’s lips, “And I won’t let you go without a fight.”

The kiss was deep and needy, and Kakashi returned it with the same force, whining deep in his throat when the scribe’s hand wrapped around him roughly and began to slowly stroke his rapidly hardening length. “I want to be buried inside you.” the warlord groaned, “It’s been so long.”

“We can make that happen,” Iruka replied slowly, “but you have to promise not to overdo . . . and let me be on top so I can do most of the work.”

“Only a fool would complain about that.” Kakashi replied with a smile, “I can’t think of anything sexier than watching you ride me.” He looked up and was met with the heart stopping sight of Iruka preparing himself. The warlord licked suddenly dry lips before remarking in a broken voice, “Okay, that’s really close.”

Kakashi let his head drop back onto the bed, he didn’t want to risk coming before he ever got inside, and the vision the scribe made with his head thrown back in pleasure as he fingered himself was more than he could take.

“Oh gods.” he uttered dazedly as his erection was suddenly engulfed in Iruka’s tight heat.

“Look at me ‘kashi.” the scribe commanded, locking gazes with the lust hazed mismatched pair. “I love you and I will never leave you.” he said sincerely as he began to slowly raise and lower himself.

Kakashi growled ferally as he bucked up into the velvety sheath. “I want to pound into you so hard you can’t walk.” he panted, “I want to come so deep inside you can taste me.”

“Oh gods ‘kashi, yes.” the scribe panted, hanging his head back so his long hair tickled the warlord’s thighs, “Take me hard, make me yours.” The rocked frantically together, racing at breakneck speed toward release, unwilling, or unable, to slow down and savor the moment.

Iruka was practically throwing himself down on the rigid length impaling him, while cords stood out in the warlord’s neck as he thrust up, snarling and tossing his head. Both men were soon soaked in sweat, yet the pace kept increasing until the warlord wrapped a large hand around the scribe’s length and began to stroke. The added stimulation was more than he could take and Iruka came with a strangled shout of the warlord’s name.

Kakashi thrust up hard one more time into that impossibly tight heat and exploded, capturing his lover’s lips in an oxygen depleting kiss as he filled his passage to overflowing with his seed. “Mine.” he gasped weakly before his eyes fluttered shut and he joined Iruka in unconsciousness.