Warlord

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Chapter Sixty-One

Kakashi took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes. The sun was much higher than it should be, and the air smelled different, sweet and fresh. He was stretched out naked on his back in a tall field of soft grass, Iruka cradled in his arms. If this is a dream, I’m not complaining he thought as he relaxed tense muscles, smiling when the man in his arms stirred sleepily and yawned, blinking open sleepy chocolate eyes to gaze around him in wonder.

“‘kashi . . . where are we?” he slurred sleepily, face wrinkling into an adorable frown.

“Grass.” the warlord answered lazily, “It’s soft and smells nice.”

“I’m not arguing.” Iruka answered slowly, studying the sky as a slow smile stretched across his face, “This is lovely.”

Something’s different about him, Kakashi thought as he studied the smiling features, but what is it? Suddenly he reached out and traced a finger across the place where he knew Iruka’s scar had been . . . but wasn’t.

“‘kashi, what is it?” the scribe asked as he turned to look at his lover. “Your eye.” he gasped, reaching out a shaky hand to caress his cheek, thumb stroking over the place where his scar had been.

“I think we’re dead ‘ruka.” he replied absently, “And I’m certainly not complaining.”

“So what happens now?” the scribe asked curiously, glancing around to see if there was any indication of where they were or why they were there.

“I have no idea,” the warlord replied with a leer, “so I’m certainly going to take advantage of it while I can.” He leaned over and captured Iruka’s lips in a tender kiss, cupping his cheek in a strong hand as he drank in the scribe’s sweetness.

“‘kashi stop . . . what if someone sees.” Iruka protested, pulling back slightly.

“Let ‘em see.” the warlord mumbled as he licked a perfect ear. “I don’t know how long this is going to last, I’ll not pass up the opportunity to spend it with you.” He kissed the scribe more deeply, a small smile quirking his lips when a moan passed his lover’s lips. “And if this is forever . . . I still can’t start soon enough.”

Kakashi kissed his lover once again, languidly stroking bronze flesh, taking the time they’d never had to learn each other as they found and teased each newly revealed sensitive spot.

“You know if we’re dead we shouldn’t need lube.” Iruka suggested as he ground hard against the warlord’s dripping erection.

“I’m not going to take the chance of hurting you.” Kakashi replied tightly as he deftly flipped the man under him, eagerly spreading pert cheeks wide so he could lick his tight pucker, loving the way it fluttered softly as it eased until he could thrust his tongue inside, wetting the velvety passage. He slowly added a finger, sliding deep to stroke the scribe’s prostate, loving the way he arched and twisted at the stimulation.

The warlord added a second finger and stretched them apart, thrusting his tongue deep inside to taste his lover’s inner core. Finally he could wait no longer and he quickly lined up with Iruka’s entrance, loving the way the hot stretched hole seemed to suck at the tip, trying to pull him inside, until he slowly, inexorably, began the long slide, only pausing when he was completely engulfed and both men were trembling from the strain of holding back.

“Please ‘kashi.” the scribe groaned and he complied, sliding out until only the tip remained before retracing his path, the torturously slow pace making Iruka pant and squirm, writhing wantonly as his lover’s hands traced soothing strokes down his back.

“Love you ‘ruka.” the warlord declared as he snapped his hips hard, striking the scribe’s prostate and earning a delighted squeal. “Like that do you?” he grunted as he continued to pummel the spot, reducing his lover to a whimpering puddle of mush.

Not wanting this to end Kakashi slowed down before pulling out completely and flipping the scribe over, bending to capture his lips as he slowly pushed back inside. “Gods ‘kashi, so good.” Iruka moaned as he was filled, loving the feeling of the thick length spreading him as it slid deep, gasping when the warlord finally was in to the hilt, never wanting this feeling to end. “Stay,” he gasped, “Just stay.”

Kakashi didn’t argue, raining kisses over the panting face before nibbling on th bronze column of his lover’s neck. He once again began to leisurely thrust, swirling his hips at the end of each stroke until Iruka was whimpering incoherently before grasping the weeping member bobbing between them and giving it a firm stroke, twisting his wrist in time with his hips until the scribe let out a long keening wail, coming hard between them, smearing his seed across their chests.

The warlord twisted the man under him, lifting one leg onto his shoulder as he sped up his thrusts, loving the warbling cries it drew. Try as he might to prolong the moment he soon felt his balls drawing tight and he came with a loud roar, filling his lover with his seed before gathering him in his arms and covering his face with kisses. “Thank you for showing me love ‘ruka.” he whispered, “I was so empty before and I didn’t even realize it.”

“As was I, ‘kashi. You healed my hurts and gave me my life back.” the pair lay cuddled on the grass, content to doze as their hearts slowed and wait for whatever might come together.