Warlord

Chapter Fifty-Two

Aoshi quickly steered Gema to his tent, lifting the flap and ushering him inside. “Have a seat while I grab some drinks.” he practically purred, disappearing for a moment only to reappear with a bottle in hand. “Here, try some of this.” he urged as he passed it over.

“Mmmm, that’s nice.” Genma said with a smile after taking a drink and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “So, what have you been up to lately?”

“The usual . . . we’ve missed you at the weekly card games. Where have you been keeping yourself?” the tall man asked, taking another swig from the bottle.

“I’ve been wasting my time.” the courier replied sadly, “I thought things were going well . . . but I was just fooling myself.”

“I can help you take your mind off your problems.” Aoshi offered, “No strings attached . . . if that’s what you want.”

“I think that sounds like a wonderful idea.” Genma replied as he leaned in and captured the other man’s mouth, hungrily lapping at his lips until they parted before thrusting his tongue inside. They continued to kiss deeply as their hands made short work of their clothes, fumbling with ties and buckles as they tumbled onto the bed.

The courier hovered over the taller man, aggressively controlling the kiss as he pinched and rolled perked nipples. “Gods Genma.” Aoshi muttered when he broke away to torment the tight nubs with his tongue. He let out a broken cry and arched off the bed when that same talented mouth closed around his aching erection.

Genma lavished attention on the thick length, nibbling down the underside before licking it like a popsicle, finally sucking the head into his mouth while his tongue twirled and danced around the ridge and into the sensitive slit. He groaned around his mouthful, sliding slowly down to the base when Aoshi grabbed his hand and began to suck and nibble at his fingers.

The courier began a slow up and down slide as he moved his hand to the other man’s sensitive pucker, petting and stroking before gingerly pressing inside, slowly sliding deep enough to stroke Aoshi’s prostate. The tall man bucked up hard into Genma’s mouth, making him growl and suck harder as he added a second finger and began to scissor them, stretching the passage to make way for something much larger.

“Enough.” Aoshi suddenly declared, “Fuck me now.” He pressed a vial into the courier’s hands as he laid back and spread his legs, eyes avidly following every movement as Genma fumbled open the vial and quickly oiled his cock. “Gods that’s so hot.” he husked, the needy sound spurring the courier to hurry. He quickly positioned himself between long legs, lifting them to wrap around his waist as he lifted and spread creamy cheeks and slowly began to breech the tight ring, gasping when the head slid inside.

It’s been too long since I’ve done this, Genma decided as he reveled in the tight heat of the sheath he was slowly sinking into. Once he was seated he closed his eyes and panted, desperately trying to maintain his control. He slowly opened his eyes, studying the man beneath him before leaning in for a slow, sensual kiss.

“Please move.” Aoshi gasped, and the courier was happy to comply. He slowly pulled out, only to slide immediately back in at the same measured pace, setting up a slow, gentle rhythm. “Mmmmm, I love the way your fat cock feels sliding into me.” the tall man purred.

Genma took his words to heart, pulling out completely and flipping his lover over before grasping his hips and plunging back into his tight heat, drawing a strangled shriek and a full body shudder from Aoshi. “Do that again.” he pleaded. The courier was happy to comply, giving two or three sharp thrusts before withdrawing completely and slamming back inside.

Finally he could no longer stand the tease and he began to thrust in earnest, biting his lip to try and stave off his release as the man beneath him breathlessly panted his name. The courier reached around and wrapped an oily hand around the tall man’s cock, stroking it firmly in time with his thrusts, sending full body shivers coursing through the long frame. Eventually neither man could hold out any longer and Aoshi came with a high pitched cry just before Genma grunted and filled his ass with come.

The courier tried to stay upright, but gravity took its toll and he slumped on top of Aoshi, still buried deep in his ass, and panted as he recovered from his orgasm. “That was wonderful.” the tall man gasped when he finally regained his breath, “Please tell me we can do that again soon Genma.”

“I think that depends on your definition of soon.” the courier replied as his breath evened out, “I need sleep before I try that again.”

“By all means, let’s sleep.” Aoshi replied smugly, maneuvering them so they were spooned together on their sides, Genma’s cock still in his ass as they drifted off into a sated slumber.

“Did you tell everyone?” the slender dark haired man asked Kabuto as he glanced around the clearing, “There’s only about ten people here.”

“Apparently a lot of people are afraid to put their asses on the line and back up their words with actions.” the grey haired man replied wryly. “These are the only ones willing to take the risk.”

“Still . . . with Hatake, Sarutobi and Namiashi out of camp there’s no one in charge. This is our best chance to take control, once we have it they’ll come around.” the young man replied confidently, “We’ll make our move at muster. Once we’re in control our allies will join us and we’ll move south, reclaiming territory as our own as we go. Hatake won’t know what hit him.”

“He’s mine.” Kabuto hissed, “I owe him for what he did to me.”

“Now, now pet.” the dark haired man crooned, “Remember, if it wasn’t for that we would never have met . . . and I, for one, would regret that very much.” he stroked the grey hair thoughtfully before placing a tender kiss on Kabuto’s lips. “Does everyone know what they’re supposed to do?” he asked in a commanding voice.

Pleased with the hearty response he smiled, “Meet back here at 4:30.” he directed before he clasped Kabuto’s hand and headed off for a few hours ‘relaxation’ before their plans finally went into motion.

Jiraiya rose early, splashing cold water on his face before dressing hastily and heading to the mess for some coffee. When he arrived he was surprised to see how many men were up already. Something’s not right, he decided as he looked around. Not only were the men up, they were fully armed and highly alert. He decided that backup would be a good idea and headed off to locate Genma.

He finally located he courier’s tent, disappointed to find it empty. Damn, time’s wasting he realized, changing his mind and heading off rapidly to his new destination.

“Come In.” the hearty voice boomed and Jiraiya shuddered. He steeled himself and stepped inside. It’s too early for this, his mind offered as he was greeted by the sight of Maito Gai clad in nothing but too much hair and a small green towel.

“Put some clothes on Gai, I need to talk to you.” he muttered as he studied the ground.

“I Am Honored That You Wish To Converse With Me.” Gai boomed, “I Will Finish My Morning Preparations And Be Right Back.” he continued as he headed into the bathroom.

Maybe if I keep my eyes shut it won’t be so bad, Jiraiya thought as he listened to the overly vibrant man as he finished dressing. I’ll definitely need a drink after this is over, he decided when Gai reappeared with a brilliant smile. He quickly explained his position and headed off to the mess while Gai garnered support. Hopefully he was wrong and when he made his announcement in the morning the men would accept it without question . . . still, he’d feel better with some muscle on his side.