Different Perspectives

Warning this is Yaoi which means boy x boy if you don’t like don’t read.



AN: Thank you to Yakumo, satterb, and riokali for the reviews. I think I hooked Izuru up with Renji temporarily as a residual thing from my last story. I think the two work well together. Kenpachi comes into play in this chapter. Also I know the time line is kinda fucked but at this point I’m only loosely following it. Read and Review. Enjoy.



Chapter Six



Izuru groaned as his partner pounded into him. Sweat was pouring from both their bodies and grunts coming from their lips. Arching his back adjust the angle of penetration, Izuru bit his lip to keep from screaming when his partner rammed up against his prostate. His partner increased the tempo of his thrusts and Izuru bit harder on his lip until blood began to run down his jaw. He felt his balls draw up against his body. His partner clutched at his hips, nails drawing blood as they dug in deep into the flesh. The pain was enough to take him to the very edge of pleasure. Grabbing his erection hard and rubbing himself brutally, Izuru spurted his essence onto the floor beneath him. They hadn’t even made it to the bed before they were all over each other.



“Ahhh.…” cried Izuru, his body clenching hard around his partner.



His partner groaned and slumped against him. Izuru felt the warm wetness of his partner’s release coat his insides. The weight lifted from his back and Izuru rolled onto his back, panting. They both laid there panting, Izuru could feel the essence seeping from him.



“Gods, Shuuhei, I needed that.” panted Izuru as rolled away to make his way to the bathroom to clean up. He and Shuuhei were what he called, friends with benefits. Neither was involved in a steady relationship but the strains of being lieutenants weighed heavily on each other. Physical release helped deal with the stress.



Captain Ichimaru was a laid back superior but the job of lieutenant was straining. He had only been Captain for a year or so and during that time Izuru had to adjust to being lieutenant. It had been rough. Renji had settled into a somewhat permanent relationship and therefore ending their own sexual relationship. Izuru was a bit disappointed, he and Renji had been off and on lovers for going on forty years since the academy. It was a comfortable relationship for both of them. Shortly after Renji called off the relationship, Ichimaru was promoted to Captain and Izuru to lieutenant. Izuru had gone out drinking with Shuuhei, his own promotion only occurring six mouths prior. The two had ended up drunk and in bed. From that night own, they continued to ‘use’ each other when the strain of the their respective jobs got too much. Neither had any expectations of each other. Izuru had hoped that Shuuhei would be the one to call to his soul but alas it was not to be.



Izuru was standing under the spray of the shower when hands came around him and he was pulled back against a warm chest. Izuru rested his head on the broad shoulder. Shuuhei was one of his more considerate lovers. Even after the passion had been spent, he made an effort to cuddle and comfort Izuru. Knowing that Izuru needed him to be rough during the actual act, Shuuhei always made a point of gentling his lover afterwards. Izuru had to admit that whomever captured Shuuhei’s heart was damn lucky indeed.



“We should just move in together.” said Shuuhei as he nuzzled Izuru’s neck. Izuru laughed.



“We will have killed each other in a week. Besides I like things the way they are.” answered Izuru. It was true, though he liked Shuuhei, living together with the other man would more than likely be more of a strain that it was worth. Izuru liked his privacy and he tended to prefer quiet evenings. Shuuhei was more upbeat and liked to hang out with others. Them living together would be catastrophic. Shuuhei sighed in agreement and stepped from the shower to dry off and dress. Izuru remained beneath the hot spray thinking back to the events that had brought his calling Shuuhei for release.



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Captain Ichimaru had been visiting with Captain Aizen and Izuru had been attempting to sort the division paperwork. Becoming frustrated, he had decided to go for a walk. While strolling through a park situated at the edge of the Seireitei, Izuru had heard shouts and the clash of swords from outside Division Eleven. Not that fighting sounds was all that unusual coming from Division Eleven, but as he was in no hurry to return to the growing mound of paperwork, Izuru decided to investigate. Seeing Renji standing near the edge of a huge crowd of what looked liked the entire Division Eleven, Izuru made his way to his long time friend.



“Renji!” called Izuru as he jogged up towards the red head. Renji had recently had his name submitted for consideration for the position of lieutenant for Captain Kuchiki, whom had recently replaced his grandfather as Captain of Division Six. Until decisions were made, Renji remained with Division Eleven. “What is going on here? I heard the commotion from all the way at the park.”



Renji pointed to the center of everyone’s rapt attention. Izuru shifted his gaze and was startled to see a tall broad shouldered man clashing zanpakuto with the Captain of Division Eleven. The man sported a scar bisecting his eye and trailing down his cheek. His hair hung limp to his shoulders. The most startling thing about him was his maniacal grin that was plastered on his face. He wasn’t an extremely attractive man but neither was he ugly. He was, for lack of a better word, wild.



“He calls himself Zaraki and he challenged the Captain for the right to take his seat as the head of the division.” Izuru looked at Renji with shock.



“He what?” said Izuru when he found his voice. Renji smirked.



“Division Eleven is different from the others. The captain of this division must be strong. Any man can challenge the current captain, for the right to lead, in a fight to the death. If the captain losing this battle he will die and Zaraki will be the new captain. That’s the way things in this division are done.” said Renji noting Izuru looked of horror.



“How can you all just stand by and let someone attack your captain like that?” Izuru practically yelled to Renji. Renji laid a calm hand on Izuru’s arm.



“It’s a matter of honor. Our captain should be the strongest man since we are the division that is first in battle. The captain knew that one day he would be challenged and must always be prepared for it.” said Renji. “We are the witnesses. There must be two hundred witnesses from the division in order for the battle to take place.”



Izuru continued to watch, his eyes glued on the battle in front of him, long having stopped listening to Renji. The stranger moved with a powerful grace, almost as if he was a tiger stalking his prey. Izuru had felt heavy since coming over in this direction but he had assumed that the powerful reiatsu was coming from the captain of Division Eleven. Now he knew he was mistaken. This overwhelming reiatsu was coming from Zaraki. The battle almost seemed one-sided. Zaraki was completely dominating the battle. The sounds of the men around him grew louder and bets were placed on the winner. It almost sickened Izuru that men in his own division would bet against the captain.



With a mighty slash of his serrated zanpakuto, Zaraki decapitated the captain. The men surrounding him grew silent. Izuru watched wide-eyed as Zaraki pulled the bloody haori off of the dead captain and slinging it over his shoulder, began marching towards Division One to claim his prize. A tiny pink haired girl ran and jumped, taking a place on the stranger’s shoulder. The men watched silently, in awe of how this stranger dominated their powerful captain. A few of the men pulled away from the crowd to tend to the body of their fallen captain.



Izuru was furious at how nonchalantly this Zaraki had come in and struck down a captain. Marching after the large man, Izuru didn’t know why he followed but it just seemed to go against his own code. Normally reserved, Izuru reached out and grabbed the arm of the man. The muscle in his arm was firm but not as thick as it first appeared. Zaraki turned to see a attractive blonde man with half his face covered in long bangs, clutching at his arm. Anger radiated off of the man. Zaraki simply raised a brow.



“Oooo, pretty.” giggled the pink haired girl from his shoulder. He could see she too was stunned by the attractive man. Anger only made him more attractive. It put a fire in his eyes that Zaraki liked….a lot. This wasn’t a girly man trying to look feminine. Though his frame was slight, Zaraki could see the toned muscles and tight skin.



“Something I can do for you, boy?” asked Zaraki, deciding to put an end to the silent staring between the two of them. His words seemed to send more fire to the eyes.



“Who the hell do you think you are? Marching around her like you own the place. Attacking and killing an officer.” shouted Izuru, eyes flashing. Zaraki threw back his head and laughed. He really liked the spunk of this boy. This boy had balls to approach him with such a look in his eyes. He wondered if that spunk transferred to the bedroom. A bit of heat traveled down to his loins at the thought.



“What’s your name boy?“ asked the taller man.



“Izuru Kira, lieutenant of Division Three.” said Izuru.



Leaning down close to Izuru‘s ear, Zaraki whispered, “You have balls, boy, I think I would like to see you again.” It took all of Izuru’s strength to keep from shivering as the warm breath teased his ear. There was hidden meaning in that statement. Zaraki didn’t mean he wanted to meet Izuru again, he meant he wanted Izuru under him in bed. Straightening, Zaraki continued onward towards Division One leaving Izuru staring after him.



“Are you out of your fuckin’ mind? That man could have chopped you into little pieces in seconds.” screamed Renji at him. Izuru just turned stunned eyes to Renji then bolted back towards the office to stare mindlessly at paperwork. His mind going in overdrive, Izuru pondered the words of the stranger. Had he really seen the unbridled desire in the mans eyes. That man, Zaraki, was dangerous. He oozed violence and danger. And Izuru couldn’t get him out of his mind. Even his body was shouting at him to take the stranger up on his unspoken offer. No! It wasn’t Zaraki, it was just the fact that he hadn’t been fucked in a while and he was horny. It had been months since he had been fucked and even longer since he had been totally overpowered.



Growling with frustration, Izuru ran his fingers along his increasing erection. Sending a messenger with a dinner invitation to Shuuhei in Division Nine. It had been a while since he and Shuuhei had enjoyed each other.



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Groaning, Izuru brought himself back to the present. The water in the shower having long since grown cool. Turning off the taps, Izuru wrapped a towel around his waist and draped another over his shoulders. He was surprised to see Shuuhei dressed.



“You can stay the night if you like.” said Izuru with a smile. It would be nice to not sleep alone. And anything to keep his mind off of the new Captain was welcome. Shuuhei shook his head.



“I know very well that you weren’t thinking about me tonight. I really don’t mind but if I can, I’ll offer you a little advise as a friend. Go get whomever it is that is stuck in your head to fuck your brains out. Sex is so much better if you don’t have to imagine the person you desire.” Shuuhei said with a grin, his tattooed face gleaming in the faint light from the bedside table. Izuru blushed crimson.



“I don’t want him!” Izuru stated firmly. Shuuhei snorted but didn’t say anything more. Grabbing his zanpakuto from the guest stand, he leaned over kissed Izuru on the cheek and strode out of the apartment. Izuru groaned with annoyance. He did not want Zaraki. The man was obviously ill mannered and rough. He would probably be the type of lover to take his pleasure without concern for his partner.



Groaning, Izuru stripped off his towel and crawled into bed. Killing the light, he lay there awake, sleep a long time in coming. He was lying to himself. That man oozed dominance and Izuru desperately needed a strong partner that could bring him to the brink of pleasure and pain. Flopping over in bed, Izuru let his mind drift with thoughts of the tall man with the dark gleam in his eyes. Sleep finally claiming him, Izuru knew no more.



TBC