Warlord

Chapter Fifty-Eight

“‘kashi,” the scribe called softly when he went back inside, “are you awake?”

“Are they gone?” the warlord replied in a tight voice.

“Yes, it’s just us.” Iruka replied as he quickly stripped and slid into bed next to the lanky man, wrapping his arms around him and resting his head on the broad chest. “What was all that about?” he finally asked, unsure if he wanted an answer.

“I don’t know . . . I need to talk to you about some things . . .” the warlord trailed off uncertainly, despite his prowess on the battlefield he was unsure when it came to his emotions. “I love you ‘ruka, I will always love you, you hold my heart.”

“Oh ‘kashi.” the scribe breathed, “I love you too. Please never doubt that.”

“It’s just . . .” Kakashi hesitated, unable to find a way to say what he needed to without upsetting the scribe, “I don’t know what’s going to happen in the morning, maybe it would be best if you headed back to town with Sarutobi . . . I’ll come when I can.”

Iruka studied the man next to him carefully . . . there was something he wasn’t saying. “I know you’re hiding something ‘kashi so spit it out. I’m not leaving you so you might as well tell me.”

“I’m weaker than I thought . . . I don’t know if I can go up against Uchiha successfully.” he looked down, refusing to meet the scribe’s eyes.

“Which means?” Iruka pressed, even though he was afraid he already knew the answer.

“I could die ‘ruka.” the warlord said softly, “I could die and there will be no one to protect you, that’s why you need to leave.”

“I’m not leaving you.” the scribe whispered through a suddenly tight throat, “Now more than ever . . . no matter what happens we’re in this together. I said I’d never leave you again and I meant it.” he leaned over and kissed the solemn face, nipping at the pale lips until they parted before diving hungrily inside, devouring his lover’s mouth. “I need you inside me ‘kashi.” he moaned when the kiss finally broke.

The scribe grabbed for the oil on the bed table and slicked the warlord’s length, kneeling over him and slowly lowering himself, reveling in the feel of the thick cock slowly spreading his passage, finally releasing the breath he’d unconsciously held when he was flush with Kakashi’s body. Iruka let out a groan as he slowly relaxed onto the length piercing him, tossing his head back so his hair tickled the warlord’s thighs and brushed teasingly over his tightening sac.

“Gods ‘ruka, so deep, so close,” the warlord mumbled as he stroked his thumbs over the sensitive skin beside the scribe’s hipbones, “I wish I could climb right inside of you, be a part of you.”

“You are a part of me.” the scribe replied passionately, bending to rain kisses over the pale face. “You will always be a part of me.” with that he slowly bent his legs, lifting himself off the rigid length before slowly sliding back down, arching his back and whimpering when his prostate was struck.

They kept up the slow rhythm for a very long time, languidly thrusting against each other as their mouths met and melded. It was an apology and a promise, both sweet and sad . . . and it couldn’t last. Eventually the pace increased, the scribe thrusting down on the warlord’s rigid length with abandon as a fine boned hand moved to circle his weeping member, thumb dipping into the slit and making Iruka cry out in pleasure.

When the pleasure became too great the scribe came with a shriek, clamping down on the hard length still pistoning inside him as he shuddered and shook until Kakashi gave in with a howl and rammed into his lover, shooting streams of hot seed into his prostate, sending him into another paroxysm of shivers.

The warlord clutched the smaller man to his chest, unwilling to separate from the warmth he so desperately desired. “Stay . . . please, don’t leave.” he whispered as he stroked sweat dampened sable locks.

“I’m right here ‘kashi.” the scribe husked in return, “Sleep now, I’ll hold you, just rest with me.” He continued to murmur soothing words as mismatched eyes fluttered before closing completely. Iruka lay awake long after the warlord had drifted off, worry about the coming morning chasing all possibility of sleep away. Still, he kept his word and remained where he was, tenderly nuzzling the pale column of his lover’s neck until the sun began to peek over the horizon.

“‘kashi,” he said as he shook a broad shoulder, “it’s time to go.”

“Okay ‘ruka.” the warlord replied sleepily as he sat up and rubbed a hand over his weary face. He dressed quickly and pulled on his shoes, wrapping the scribe in a tight embrace he released only reluctantly, after whispering, “Stay here where it’s safe, please? I’ll be back soon.” With that the tall man straightened, emotion draining from his face as he strode toward the assembly and the confrontation that awaited him.

As soon as Kakashi left Iruka leapt up and began to dress, running to meet the generals and support his lover. The three men were soon headed to the parade grounds, Raidou and Asuma looking as tired and haunted as the warlord had.

They arrived just as Kakashi was moving to take his place before the assembled troops, startling Itachi who had been opening his mouth to address them. “Thank you Uchiha, but I’ll take it from here.” the warlord said coldly as he moved to step in front of the smaller man.

“I don’t think so Hatake.” Itachi replied boldly, eyes sweeping up and down the lanky form as he tried to assess the state of the warlord’s health. “You’re in no shape to fight me about it.”

“Oh no?” the tall man gritted out, “Let’s just see about that.” With a roar he spun away from the smaller figure, pulling his sword as Itachi drew his own. The first clash of their blades acted like some sort of prearranged signal, fighting breaking out between the two sides all over the assembly. Iruka slipped between fighters as he maneuvered toward the front, desperate to get to his lover. Behind him Asuma and Raidou were fighting their way forward, blades rising and falling as they moved inexorably towards the warlord. On the other side Jiraiya and Gai were holding back a surge of Itachi’s supporters.

Iruka finally reached the open area where Itachi and his lover were locked in heated combat. The warlord pressed forward confidently, driving the smaller man back. The scribe cheered inwardly, even as he worried about the exhaustion apparent on Kakashi’s face. He won’t be able to keep this up for long, Iruka fretted, I have to find some way to distract Itachi.

He darted towards the pair, eyes searching for an opening. Seeing the warlord fall back a few steps he knew he had to hurry so he boldly hooked one of Itachi’s legs, pulling him off balance. The Uchiha turned and drove his blade through the person who had dared to interfere with his fight with Kakashi.

“‘kashi.” the scribe managed to choke, eyes going wide as he felt himself falling, unable to work his limbs. The warlord let out a primal shriek as he watched Itachi stab his lover, sanity leaving him momentarily as he surged forward, slamming his blade to the hilt in the usurper’s chest, blind and deaf to the world around him as he was consumed by the pain of failing to protect his most precious person.