Different Perspectives

Warning this is yaoi which means boy x boy (homosexual), don’t read if you don’t like.



AN: Thank you to satterb and Yakumo for the reviews. I was going to write and post this yesterday but I got distracted by probably the best Naruto fan fiction story I have ever read. I’m still reading it but I’m at a point in it where I can draw my attention away from it. Its really loooong cuz I’m a super fast reader and I’m still reading it. Its called The Sound of Dreams by Zrina right on AFF if anyone is a Naruto fan I highly, highly recommend it. I hope you all enjoy this next chapter.



Chapter Nine



Izuru opened the door of his apartment in a daze. Placing Wabisuke on the stand in the living area, he walked to his western style bed and collapsed on the mattress. His thoughts still spinning with the residue of the evening’s events. The entire walk from Division Eleven to his apartment in Seireitei had been filled with shock over the kiss. Kenpachi Zaraki definitely had experience with kisses. It hadn’t been overpowering nor was it the weak kiss of youth. It was a kiss that promised future endeavors that wouldn’t end with simply kissing. Izuru wasn’t sure how he felt about it.



Publicly, Kenpachi seemed to be a rude, crude man that lived only for the thrill of his next fight. The Kenpachi he had seen tonight was a complete contradiction to what he had previously witnessed of the man. This private face of Zaraki was obviously not something he wanted outsiders to see. The caring father figure or the man that actually knew table etiquette, neither one seemed to fit into what was expected of the man. Izuru was confused as to which was the real Zaraki. Another question that bothered him was which did he want him to be.



Izuru wasn’t ashamed to admit he enjoyed his sex a little rough. Snorting to himself, who was he kidding he liked his sex a lot rough. However, he didn’t like mindless sex with strangers. Rough sex was not something he felt he could enjoy with strangers since the after effects of it required a little cuddling on his part since he was a natural bottom. Choosing friends for partners was also difficult unless they had a propensity for such. More often than not they refused out of fear of hurting him.



Kenpachi’s attitude towards fighting made Izuru think he might be willing to satisfy his perversions, but then his well behaved manner behind closed doors contradicted it. Deciding it better to just wait it out, Izuru doused the lamp and lay in bed attempting to sleep. Surprisingly enough, sleep came much easier this night than the previous. Izuru was pleasantly surprised to wake the next morning feeling refreshed.



Throwing the covers from his body, Izuru made his way towards the bathroom and started up the shower. Completing his morning routines, and after grabbing a quick breakfast, Izuru dressed and picked up Wabisuke from his stand. The zanpakuto had been surprisingly silent lately. Izuru was used to his companionship, so the silent treatment was saddening. Izuru knew he was there, he felt him on the edge of his consciousness. He was also disappointed at the same time.



Though the zanpakuto was a considerate teacher, he was also strict. Izuru was still unable to manifest the zanpakuto spirit. It was a cause of great annoyance to him. He knew that the more in tune one became with their zanpakuto the stronger they became as a team. There were certain steps to be taken in order to fully release the power of ones zanpakuto. Izuru knew part of the problem was himself. He held a part of himself back and Wabisuke sensed that. The sword always told him that when Izuru was ready it would happen. Izuru knew the zanpakuto was right, but it didn’t make it any easier to hear.



Securing him at his waist, Izuru strolled towards his office. Stepping into his office he noticed the once again huge pile of paper work on the desk. Eyes narrowing angrily, Izuru stomped over to the desk and withdrew some parchment. Dipping his brush in the ink well, Izuru wrote a letter to Division One concerning the ridiculous amount of paperwork that was required of the various divisions. In the letter, he documented several repetitious documents and suggestions that could be used to make the documentation process more efficient. Finally satisfied with the memorandum, Izuru stood. Stepping from the office Izuru flagged down one of his subordinates.



“Kenzo, please take this to Division One and make sure it is placed within reach of Head Captain Yamamoto’s eyes.” Izuru said tiredly. The boy bowed to his lieutenant and took off towards Division One. Glancing back into the office, Izuru sighed dejectedly. It was getting to be too much. He still had so much paperwork and it looked like Captain Ichimaru wasn’t going to join him today. The added paperwork was going to take him a very long time to complete. It looked like he wouldn’t be making it to the Division Eleven archives today.



The day seemed to drag on slowly. He had finished most of his own paperwork and was currently working on Captain Ichimaru’s. Gradually, his eyes began to droop and his head to nod. Unable to fight the mental exhaustion of menial paperwork, Izuru lowered his head to the desk. He supposed a short power nap would refresh him enough to finish up the rest of the work until time to join Captain Zaraki for his nightly dinner. Laying his head on the pillow of his arms, Izuru allowed his body to relax and he drifted into sleep.



A hand shaking his shoulder dragged him from sleep. The darkness in the office told him he had slept longer than a few minutes. Groaning, he looked up and met the deep brown, almost black eye of Kenpachi Zaraki. Eyes so black that Izuru had to strain to see the pupil. Mind still clogged with sleep, Izuru struggled to push back the thick cloud that slowed his mind from processing information.



“Gods, boy, I have been looking all over Seireitei for you.” growled Kenpachi as he sat back on his heels watching the tired eyes struggle to stay open. A pale hand brushed aside long bangs as black lashes blinked over blue eyes.



“What time is it?” asked Izuru, his voice thick with sleep.



“Nearly midnight.” said Kenpachi with a smirk as Izuru sat up startled.



“Sweet heaven, I’m so sorry Captain Zaraki.” exclaimed Izuru as he jumped to his feet. The shock of hearing how late it was clearing what was left of the sleep from his mind. Kenpachi chuckled. The blonde was cute when he was flustered.



“Yachiru was so disappointed when you didn’t show up for dinner. She cried her little eyes out.” growled Kenpachi. He figured a little white lie couldn’t hurt when the guilty glance Izuru shot his way was so adorable. When Izuru hadn’t shown up an hour after his appointed time, Kenpachi had grown a little worried. Yachiru had volunteered to go look for him but since it was so close to her bedtime, Kenpachi had refused the request and went himself. It never occurred to him that he would still be in his office.



Kenpachi had found Izuru’s address from Renji after interrupting a make out session with his girlfriend. To say that Renji had been miffed was an understatement. The boy had nearly had a coronary when Kenpachi had burst through his apartment door while his face was buried between the thighs of his woman. The girl had turned twenty shades of red before grabbing her cloths and leaving the apartment. Kenpachi had held Renji down until he gave him the address before the redhead was allowed to chase after his girl. Kenpachi had smirked at the sight of the red head giving chase to beg for admittance back into her bed.



Locating Izuru‘s apartment had not helped him in his search for his missing dinner date. After nearly three hours of searching Seireitei for the blonde, Kenpachi had run across a member of Division Three. One menacing growl and a pair of pissed pants later had resulted in the boy relaying the information that his lieutenant had not as of left the division office when the boy had gone home. Dropping the boy on his ass and wrinkling his nose at the ammonia smell of urine, Kenpachi had arrived at the Division Three office to find the adorable blonde lying with his head pillowed on arms, asleep at his desk. Kenpachi had almost not wanted to awaken the blonde. His relief at finding the blonde unharmed had been nearly palatable. He had taken the liberty to bury his nose in the sweet smelling hair before shaking him awake. He had been surprised and pleased to detect the faint floral scent of lavender. An interesting discovery that the captain filed away for a later date.



“What am I going to do about you?” growled Kenpachi in Izuru’s ear. A faint shiver whispered over Izuru’s skin at the touch of breath near his ear.



“I’m sorry, Captain. I didn’t realize how tired I was and only thought to lay down my head for a short while.” said Izuru and he hoped his voice didn’t sound as breathless as he thought it did. Kenpachi said nothing but lifted his hand to wrap fingers around Izuru’s throat. Squeezing slightly, not enough to cut off air supply but enough for the touch to be acknowledged. Izuru gasped slightly and held his body perfectly still. Kenpachi pushed Izuru back towards his desk, only stopping when Izuru’s thighs bumped against the hard wood.



“I think such a failure to obey a simple agreement demands punishment.” said Kenpachi, his deep voice hard as steel. Izuru paled slightly, surprised at the dark intent that poured off of the man.



“Kenpachi…” Izuru opened his mouth but instantly closed it when the fingers around his neck tightened, not bruising but enough to let Izuru know that he best not speak. Kenpachi, his fingers still gripping Izuru’s neck, leaned down and ran is tongue across Izuru’s lower lip causing a gasp to release from him. Izuru struggled to turn his head from the touch but the hand held him firmly in place.



Kenpachi settled himself in Izuru’s chair and pulled the blonde across his knees. Izuru grunted as he fell across the muscled thighs. Now that the hand was removed from his throat, Izuru began his struggles in earnest.



“What the hell, Kenpachi?” yelled Izuru as he struggled to move off of the lap.



“Quiet and take your punishment.” ordered Kenpachi before pulling down the hakama pants and bringing the palm of his hand down on the pale skin of his buttocks with a hard slap. Izuru frozen at the sound Kenpachi’s palm hitting the skin of his bottom and the pain that went with it. The palm being brought down again sent a shock wave through Izuru and he began his struggles in earnest but to no avail. Kenpachi held him firmly.



Whack!



Whack!



Whack!



Izuru moaned as the spanking continued. He felt his buttocks heat and knew that they must be bright red. His buttocks wasn’t the only thing heating up. He had never in his life been spanked and he had no idea how erotic it felt. Each time the palm landed on his ass sent a pulse straight to his groin. Izuru shifted so not to let Kenpachi know the effect that the spanking was having on him. His movement only resulted in his erection being pushed against Kenpachi’s thigh. The man grinned with an evil look in his eye.



“So all that yelling was just for show? You like having your ass beat? I wonder what else you like done to your ass.” Izuru groaned at the words whispered in his ear. The hand on his ass caressing the bright red skin. Deciding it best to just lay limp, Izuru whimpered a little as the hand was brought down again. He had to force himself not to arch or hump against Kenpachi. Tears began to run down his face as he hung his head in shame. How could he react so strongly to the man? Upon feeling dampness bleed through his hakama pants, Kenpachi glanced down to see Izuru hanging limply, little whimpers coming from his lips.



Pulling up Izuru, Kenpachi wrapped his arms around the smaller man pushed Izuru’s face against his chest. Rubbing his back gently, Kenpachi murmured words that had no meaning. Slowly, the tears stopped and Izuru looked up towards the scarred face. Kenpachi grabbed Izuru’s chin with his fingers and held him in place as his lips descended. Izuru moaned into the kiss. It was gentle and required nothing from him other than compliance.



“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. You were so good to take your punishment so here is your reward.” whispered Kenpachi in his ear sending more shudders down his body.



Izuru felt hands trail down his chest until they reached the waist of his hakama. Pushing the loosened fabric off, Kenpachi grasped the half hard erection in his fist. Izuru bit his lip at the sensation. The long calloused fingers teased the delicate skin covering his erection, causing it to harden even more under the touches. Pre-cum began to seep from the tip. Taking his thumb, Kenpachi spread the fluid across the head, forcing a moan from Izuru. Kenpachi’s teeth bit into Izuru’s ear as he gripped the shaft and began to stroke it in firm movements. Izuru could barely think and when his thumb pressed into the slit, his brain short circuited completely.



Kenpachi growled when he saw a blush dance across Izuru’s cheeks and down his neck, finally to disappear into the hem of his shirt. He was tempted to strip him naked and take him right there on the desk but though he longed to be inside the pretty blonde he knew he wasn’t ready for that yet. It wasn’t important now, the only thing that mattered was seeing Izuru lost in pleasure. The rest would come later.



The blush on Izuru’s cheeks darkened and Kenpachi knew he was close. Gripping the shaft in a tight hold, Kenpachi sped up his strokes, forcing louder moans from his soon to be lover. Izuru arched in his arms and a shudder rocked his body. Kenpachi watched as white streams of cum burst from the tip, spilling across his fingers. His hand continued to pump until Izuru was empty.



Izuru watched in a daze as Kenpachi brought his fingers to his lips and licked up every drop. Izuru watched the long tongue dip in between every finger to make sure he got it all. If he hadn’t just come, Izuru was sure the sight would have had him hard within seconds. Kenpachi pulled Izuru’s pants up and retied the belt. Then scooping up the smaller man in his arms, he carried him out of the office and towards the apartment.



“Hey, hold on I can walk.” said Izuru halfheartedly. Kenpachi just glanced down at him with his one visible eye and kept walking. Izuru simply clung to his broad shoulders, marveling at his hidden strength. Kenpachi didn’t stop until they reached Izuru’s apartment. Setting down Izuru at the door, Kenpachi grabbed Izuru’s chin and forced him to look into his eye.



“You belong to me now.” growled Kenpachi, his eyes burning with the resolve of his statement. Not waiting for Izuru to answer, he turned on his heel and strode down the walkway.



“I don’t belong to anyone.” retorted Izuru. Kenpachi stopped where he was.



“Keep telling yourself that, boy.” he said without turning around, then continued on his way.



“Don’t forget about dinner tomorrow.” yelled Kenpachi from the end of the walkway. Izuru turned, unlocked his door, making sure to slam it after he entered.



TBC