Different Perspectives

Warning Yaoi (boy x boy) don’t read if you don’t like.



AN: Sorry it takes me so long to put out chapters lately. I think it’s because I am taking more time thinking about where I want my stories to go. But don’t worry. I will always finish my stories. Also, I read a story the other day. It was well written, good plot, basically an all around great story. Then I get to the AN and it said, the author wont update unless they get xx amount of reviews. I mean I love reviews as much as the next person but that really turned me off. If you force reviews like that they are less sincere. I would rather have 2 or 3 good sincere reviews than 10 reviews that are forced. I know people are reading my stories from seeing the hits. If every person that reviewed wrote something then I probably wouldn’t appreciate them near as much. That’s not to say stop reviewing, I love them and I am glad to see them, I am just getting my point across. If you are going to hold your chapters for ransom then don’t bother posting stories at all. I absolutely hate authors that write then drop the story. OK, lol I’m off my soapbox now. Thank you to satterb, Smexy Pie, and Yakumo for the reviews. Enjoy this chapter.



Chapter Seventeen



Kenpachi’s fingers dug into Izuru’s arm as he was pulled along by the larger man. Izuru could feel the malice and tension radiating off of Kenpachi. It saddened him that he was the cause of such emotions.



“Kenpachi…don’t walk so fast.” panted Izuru as he stumbled over his own feet in an attempt to keep up with the long strides of his lover. Kenpachi slowed his pace but said nothing.



“I’m sorry.” said Izuru.



“Just don’t talk until we get home.” growled Kenpachi. Izuru flinched at the tone. For all his loud talk and overpowering jealousy, Kenpachi was surprisingly easily hurt by the obvious kiss that Izuru had shared with Shuuhei. Izuru lowered his eyes and followed his lover obediently back to the Division Eleven.



“Ken-chan!” screeched the adorable Yachiru, as she jumped up from where she was playing so some off the wall game with Yumichika. Kenpachi stopped her from jumping in her arms. He tossed a bag of coins to Yumichika, who looked up in surprise.



“Yachiru, Izuru and I are going to go talk for a while. We need to work out some things. Yumi is going to take you for some candy.” said Kenpachi. The large man tickled his fingers through the short pink hair. The girl looked up at Kenpachi with surprisingly intelligent eyes as if understanding completely what was going on. Nodding, she jumped up, kissed Kenpachi on the cheek, and then led the confused Yumichika out of the building towards the shopping district.



Kenpachi grabbed Izuru’s arm again and led him through the halls towards his bedroom.



“Kenpachi, I’m not going to run. You can let go of my arm.” said Izuru. Again, Kenpachi said nothing but maintained his firm grip on Izuru’s upper arm. Izuru had a feeling that his arm wasn’t the only place that was going to be bruised at the end of today.



Once inside the bedroom, Kenpachi shrugged out of his captain’s haori and tossed it across the chest located at the foot of the bed. Izuru just stood in the center of the room not saying anything, his eyes focused on a spot on the floor. He didn’t think he could stand to look Kenpachi in the eye. He may not have intended it, but he was frightened that he would not have been able to resist Shuuhei’s advances had Kenpachi not shown up. He loved his friend but his body longed for the mind numbing power of sexual release. Izuru still wasn’t sure what he felt for the brash captain.



“Kenpachi…” Izuru began. Kenpachi held up a hand and walked determinedly across the floor to his lover.



“You say you belong to me. Yet, I find you in the arms of another man, your lips swollen from kisses. If I had come a few minutes later would I have found you lying on the floor with his dick up your ass?” growled Kenpachi in Izuru’s ear. His hands had started removing Izuru’s zanpakuto and uniform. Strong callused hands parted the black material to reveal the pale skin beneath. Izuru couldn’t move. He didn’t dare. Kenpachi was like a barely reigned in wild animal. The slightest movement would set him to strike.



“I think I need to show you again who you belong to.” purred Kenpachi. It wasn’t long before all of Izuru’s clothes were removed and stood nude before Kenpachi. His pale skin marred only by the fewest of battle scars. Kenpachi’s eyes missed nothing. His gaze touched every inch of exposed skin. Izuru felt like a slave for sale and Kenpachi the potential buyer, examining every inch for possible defects.



Kenpachi’s hand rubbed over the pale skin on Izuru’s neck. Leaning in, he gave a long slow lick from shoulder to jaw. Izuru gasped at the touch. He was expecting a more brutal taking, longed for it.



“You have been such a bad pet, allowing others to sniff around you. I knew I should have given you this earlier.” said Kenpachi before pulling a collar from his pocket. It was a simple black leather collar, however, on the front was a small gold plate that contained the symbol of Kenpachi Zaraki. It was the same symbol as on the lieutenant badge of Yachiru, a black diamond. Izuru glanced up at Kenpachi in shock.



“I’m not wearing that.” said Izuru. Kenpachi scowled and reached up to slide his fingers around Izuru’s neck.



“You are going to wear it so that everyone knows who you belong to.”



“You might as well tattoo your name on my ass.” growled Izuru, some of his fire returning.



“Don’t give me any ideas.” retorted Kenpachi as he fastened the collar around Izuru’s neck. It fit surprisingly well. “Now anyone that touches you has fare warning of who you belong to.”



Kenpachi pulled Izuru against his chest and brushed his fingers across Izuru’s pale chest. Izuru arched into the touch.



“Who do you belong to?” purred Kenpachi. His fingers dipped lower until they reached the blonde hair that surrounded the base of Izuru’s erection. Izuru whined longing for the more intimate touch that Kenpachi’s tone promised. Kenpachi continued to touch but it was a light, barely there touch that did nothing to satisfy the need boiling beneath Izuru’s skin.



“You.” moaned Izuru, unable to do anything else but bend to the wishes of Kenpachi. Kenpachi growled and bit down hard on Izuru’s neck, just below the collar, and at the same time he grasped the engorged erection in his fist. Izuru cried out at the combined pleasure of Kenpachi stroking his aching erection along with the pain of the sharp teeth biting into his skin.



“That’s right, ME.” growled Kenpachi before pushing Izuru towards the bed. Pushing Izuru back onto the bed, Kenpachi began to strip himself of his own garments. Kenpachi didn’t have the patience to play with Izuru tonight. He was already worn thin from his encounter with Shuuhei. ‘The little shit doesn’t know how close he came to death.’ Kenpachi thought to himself as he dropped the last of his uniform to the polished wood floor.



Kenpachi looked down on Izuru, sprawled out across his bed. The blonde’s body was nothing short of beautiful. It was long and lithe with a body that looked more built for running and speed than for sword battle. That was one of the pleasant surprises of Izuru. His appearance was that of a mild mannered goodie two shoes. Kenpachi however knew different. Izuru had a fire in his soul that drove him.



Izuru watched Kenpachi watching him. He wished in that instant to know what thoughts were running through his brain as he gazed on him. Kenpachi leaned down and licked over a pink nipple that was already erect as if begging for attention. Izuru arched into the touch and whimpered when Kenpachi bit down hard on the same nipple. The man knew just the right amount of pressure to apply to skirt the edge of pleasure and pain.



“I knew you would be perfect for me after that first night. You aren’t afraid to play rough. In fact I think that’s the only way you ever get truly satisfied. I wonder what your friends or captain would think if they knew you liked a little pain with your pleasure.” purred Kenpachi ending the sentence with a cruel twist of the yet unattended nipple. Izuru whimpered and arched into the touch. Kenpachi grinned with a slightly sadistic show of teeth.



“And look here, you are already leaking and I have barely touched you. What would they all say if they saw you begging for what I can give you?” said Kenpachi as he ran the tip of his finger over the leaking head of Izuru’s erection. As if on cue, a few more drops of pre-cum oozed from the tip. Kenpachi caught it with his finger and brought it to his lips. Licking his finger clean, Kenpachi looked down as his blonde lover squirmed and whimpered on the cool sheets.



“We will have to work on your endurance. Just a few minutes of play and you are ready to cum. There is no fun if you can draw it out, just like a fight. The longer it last the more fun it is.” said Kenpachi as he continued to torment Izuru with words and touches. A light touch here, a painful touch there, a lick here, a bite there, until Izuru was nearly unconscious with the pleasure that hummed through his body.



Kenpachi dipped his finger in the lubricant he had started to keep in his bedside table. Not teasing or drawing out the pleasure, he thrust one finger up harshly into Izuru. The blonde man arched off the bed at the stinging intrusion. The first finger was quickly joined by another and then another. Izuru was barely adjusted to one finger before another was shoved inside. It was teasing pleasure and pain all wrapped into one package.



“You whimper like a bitch in heat. Are you in heat? Do you need a cock shoved up inside you?” growled Kenpachi as he covered his own erection in the lubricant. Izuru could only whimper in answer. His vocal cords long having given up on making any sort of understandable sound, Izuru moaned in pleasure.



Kenpachi grabbed Izuru’s legs and lifted them on his shoulders. Not waiting for acknowledgement, Kenpachi thrust into the prepared entrance. Izuru screamed at the intense pleasure and pain. His body spasmed as it attempted to adjust to Kenpachi’s girth as he pressed inside. Kenpachi didn’t bother to wait for him to adjust and pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back inside. Izuru arched his back as the burn of stretched muscles gave way to intense pleasure with each thrust.



The grin was no longer on Kenpachi’s face. His lips were drawn tight in intense concentrations as if he too was on the edge but was fighting to keep back the tide. Izuru let out a groan as Kenpachi brushed against his prostate with each thrust. Kenpachi growled and pulled Izuru’s hips higher and pounded down in him provided almost constant stimulation to his prostate, hitting it dead on with each thrust. Izuru whimpered. It was too much.



“Who do you belong to?” grated out Kenpachi, each word punctuated with a thrust. Izuru panted as he attempted to form words. The white lights flashing behind his eyes after each thrust didn’t help.



“You.” panted out Izuru, finally able to make some sort of reply to the question, knowing full well that he would get no release until he said it. Izuru was in agony. Release was so close and yet Kenpachi held it back from him. Kenpachi grinned ferally.



“Who do you belong to?” he growled again. Izuru whimpered as the pressure continued to build in him. He was so close, a few more thrusts and he would reach the precipice. When he didn’t answer the question immediately, Kenpachi stopped all movement. He looked down into Izuru’s dark blue eyes. Izuru couldn’t take it anymore.



“I belong to Kenpachi Zaraki.” screamed Izuru. That seemed to be just what Kenpachi wanted to hear. He grasped Izuru’s erection in a firm grip and pumped him in time to his own harsh thrusts. Izuru screamed at the sensory overload as the powerful orgasm crashed over him sending a rush of endorphins through his system.



Kenpachi arched his back as the walls surrounding him contracted tightly in Izuru’s orgasm. He groaned and bit down on the leg that was still on his shoulder, as his own orgasm washed over him. The hard bite seemed to only intensify Izuru’s own pleasure resulting in his muscles gripping Kenpachi even tighter.



“Gods!” cried out Kenpachi at the tight heat that felt like it was going to clench his dick off. His hips continued to jerk as he rode his orgasm out. Dropping Izuru’s legs to the bed, he limply pulled back and collapsed beside his lover. Izuru’s neck was arched and tiny shivers ricocheted across his body.



Kenpachi pulled his little blonde pet into his arms. Whispering quietly to him as he pulled him into his arms, Kenpachi brought his lover down from the orgasmic high. He felt his lover drift off into an exhausted sleep. “Mine.” was the last thing Kenpachi said before following Izuru into sleep.



TBC~