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Craving Strawberry Surprise	By : roguebitch Category: Supernatural > Crossovers Views: 1274 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It had been a long day, full of people.
As Sam had finished eating, Ichigo had gotten on his phone and seemed to call absolutely everyone he knew.
“Who are you calling?” Sam asked.
“Just some of my friends,” Ichigo said, using the pretext of dialing a number to avoid Sam’s gaze. “I want to introduce you to them.”
If the volume of phone calls is any indication, I think he’s planning to show me off to his friends, not just introduce me to them, Sam thought.
Ichigo had quite a circle of acquaintances. Most seemed to be just schoolmates, with the exception of Ichigo’s allies, about whom Sam had heard much: Orihime, Uryuu, and Chad.
Orihime was a pretty girl with big eyes, long, caramel-colored hair and a wistful demeanor. She also had notably large breasts, and even though Sam was there for Ichigo, he had a hard time not staring at them. He made a mental note to tell Dean about her later. Ichigo had described Orihime in his emails as “really clumsy” and a “terrible cook” but also “surprisingly strong and brave.” She was very sweet, and Sam didn’t miss the way her eyes fastened onto Ichigo until Ichigo looked her way. Her crush was so obvious he didn’t know how Ichigo couldn’t see it, but Ichigo had never mentioned anything like it in his emails to Sam.
Ichigo had described Uryuu in terms of both antipathy and grudging admiration as an equal in academics and fighting skill. He was dark-haired with glasses, slim and aloof, asking brief, politely couched questions about hunting and life in America. Sam also noticed Uryuu’s intense focus on Orihime, and hoped someday she would stop looking at Ichigo long enough to see it.
Ichigo told Sam that Chad was his strong right arm and best friend. Chad was the same height as Sam and merely looked at him through shaggy brown hair and said, “Hmm.” Ichigo had described Chad as extremely laconic, so Sam didn’t try to draw him out. He had a brother like that.
They sat in a bubble tea place, and so many of Ichigo’s other friends came and went that Sam couldn’t begin to remember them all. Their English was very good, which was helpful, since Sam spoke absolutely no Japanese. He answered a lot of questions. Questions about what he did in America (he said he was a traveling consultant, since he couldn’t tell anyone but Ichigo’s allies about hunting), what he was doing in Japan (Ichigo’s birthday), and whether he had any family. He answered all kinds of questions about America. Which he was in an excellent position to do, given the number of times he’d crossed it.
They were all polite and friendly and...uncomplicated. They seemed so young. They didn’t have the knowledge, the shadows, etched into their faces and eyes the way that Uryuu, Chad, and Orihime had. The way he and Ichigo had.
Eventually everyone left, giving polite little bows. On his way out, a very effusive boy named Keigo addressed Sam. “It was really nice to finally meet you, Sam! Ichigo talks about you all the time!”
“Really?” Sam asked Ichigo, fascinated. Ichigo blushed, glaring at his friend, and said in a low, vicious tone, “Keigo, ussendayo!” Keigo looked startled and comically hurt, and left quickly. Ichigo avoided Sam’s amused gaze by staring out the window in attempted nonchalance.
Sam was surprised that it was going on twilight as he walked alongside Ichigo through the back alleys of Karakura Town. The sun was a mellow vermilion sphere on the horizon, briefly glimpsed in the gaps between the buildings as they walked through quiet valleys of concrete. He didn’t know what time it was, and it didn’t matter. He had gone beyond tired to the point where he felt like he was having an out-of-body experience.
Sam felt like he should say something, say anything, get a conversation started.
He was just opening his mouth to do so when a familiar metallic scream ripped the sky, and his eardrums, in half.
“Kuso!” Ichigo spat, and even Sam could tell what that meant from the tone. Ichigo turned his back to Sam, pulling something out of his pocket. “Hold this for me,” he said over his shoulder, slamming what looked like an oversized keychain charm or badge against his own chest. The device seemed to push him out of his body, which slumped and folded. Sam lunged to catch Ichigo’s corporeal form before it hit the pavement, at the last minute understanding what Ichigo had meant for him to hold. The sheer dead weight of Ichigo’s body dropped Sam on his ass, where he sat, holding Ichigo across his lap and against his chest.
Levitating above him was the Ichigo that Sam remembered from their first meeting -- battle uniform, gigantic sword, and a fierce grin on his face.
That is pretty damn sexy, thought Sam.
Ichigo ran up the air as one of those bony monstrosities called a Hollow streaked across the sky. It was different from the one Sam had dreamt of, the one that had led to his first meeting with Ichigo and Rukia. That one had been more or less man-shaped. This one was just as pale and skeletal, but resembled a scorpion, with an articulated tail, jointed legs, and a stinger at the end. It was also like a crab, with two claws on its forelimbs, one larger than the other. When it threw its head back to howl, it had a second row of teeth. Its dentition, the perfectly round hole in its chest, and the fact that it was about 5 times bigger than any human being, were the only similarities it had to the Hollow Sam had seen.
Ichigo attacked it without hesitation, launching himself at it, zanpakuto-first.
Even though Sam was confident in Ichigo’s fighting skills, watching him dodge the stinger in the Hollow’s tail only to fend off its claws made Sam nervous. He held Ichigo’s body more firmly.
Two other Soul Reapers appeared, standing on -- or in -- the air, flanking Ichigo. One was the tiny but fierce woman that Sam remembered from before, Rukia. The other was a large, muscular guy with wild red hair and facial tattoos. From Ichigo’s descriptions, Sam guessed it was Renji.
Renji shouted something at Ichigo that sounded snide and mocking. Ichigo yelled back at Renji, waving his zanpakuto in an irritated fashion, and then spun quickly to slap away the Hollow’s tail. Renji’s segmented zanpakuto flashed out and caught in the Hollow’s claw, twisting it off, causing the Hollow to scream again. It flailed its stump, black fluid running out of the wound, turning to present its smaller, uninjured claw to guard against another strike from Renji.
The whole time, Ichigo and Renji had some sort of running commentary going on, barely paying any attention to the monster they were fighting. Sam caught Ichigo glancing down, and suddenly understood that he was showing off. For him.
Sam was charmed. He couldn’t believe it. When was the last time anyone cared enough about what he thought to put on a show for him?
Not in recent memory.
Maybe he had a chance with Ichigo after all.
Rukia hadn’t engaged in the battle, hanging back with her arms folded, foot tapping in increasing irritation. She glanced down, giving Sam an annoyed look. He shrugged. It’s not like he asked the Hollow to show up, or Ichigo to fight it. He didn’t see how he could have stopped him, though.
Sam wondered if the reason he’d been able to understand Ichigo and Rukia’s speech when they had come to America to kill the Hollow that manifested after his bad dreams was that they’d been in spirit form. He certainly didn’t understand anything they were saying right now. He made a mental note to ask Ichigo about it later, or Bobby, when he got back to the States.
Sam also wondered if could learn Japanese even half as well as Ichigo spoke English. Ichigo had only the faintest of accents, which sometimes gave his words an odd pronunciation (and whatever he did with his tongue when it came to r’s and l’s drove Sam a little crazy to think about) and a really good grasp of idioms.
If Sam had known any of the language it might have distracted him from how useless he was in the current situation. He had no weapons. The only task he had was making sure Ichigo had a body to return to. He sat on the pavement cradling Ichigo across his thighs and watched the aerial battle taking place in the darkening sky.
Rukia hollered at Renji and Ichigo, clearly exasperated. Ichigo and Renji drove the Hollow towards her as she drew her zanpakuto and then slashed the Hollow down the center of its skull. It gave one last agonized scream and dissolved into fragments, and then Rukia turned to Ichigo and Renji and gave the two men a short, but intense, lecture. They gave her identical chagrined looks as they sheathed their swords. Renji looked down at Sam, then over at Ichigo, smirking, and Rukia smacked him across the back of the head. Renji hunched his shoulders, muttering. Ichigo glowered at Renji, arms crossed, until Rukia made a shooing gesture at Ichigo. He turned, shouting over his shoulder at the other Shinigami as they ran across the sky, disappearing quickly. Then Ichigo floated down to where Sam had his body sprawled across his thighs.
Ichigo hovered there for a long moment giving Sam a considering look. Then he dove back into himself.
It was the strangest sensation for Sam to feel the inert body quickening in his arms and turning to look up at him.
Sam was unwilling to release Ichigo, and Ichigo seemed content not to be released. He stared up at Sam, breathing fast. Sam stayed perfectly still, not wanting to make a move until or unless Ichigo did.
Ichigo did.
He tipped his head back slowly in invitation, eyes never leaving Sam’s face. Sam leaned down, mouth hovering over Ichigo’s, and stopped there, breathing across his lips.
“Do it,” Ichigo whispered, lips moving against Sam’s as they formed the words.
“No,” Sam said, soft but definite. This wasn’t his move to make. “You have to do it.”
Ichigo grabbed Sam’s head, palms on his cheekbones, fingers tangled in his hair, and pulled him down, mashing Sam’s mouth onto his. It was a messy, graceless, inexperienced kiss, and it was a hard angle for Sam to maintain. He pulled Ichigo up and Ichigo scrambled across Sam’s lap to straddle his hips.

Sam moaned as the seam of Ichigo’s pants rubbed across his fly, distended by his growing erection. He cupped his hands around Ichigo’s ass, pulling him closer, feeling his sweaty heat as he rocked against Sam.
Ichigo’s kisses were sloppy and unpracticed, as frenzied as his grinding on Sam. Oxygen became an issue.
Sam pulled his head away and gasped, “Ichigo, slow down.”
Ichigo strained back towards Sam, eyes focused on Sam’s mouth.
“How?”
“I’ll show you,” Sam murmured. He slid his arm up Ichigo’s back, and cradled Ichigo’s head in his palm, noting how soft and sweaty Ichigo’s hair felt in his hand. He brushed his lips slowly and lightly across Ichigo’s. Ichigo inhaled sharply as Sam pressed his mouth down a little harder, tracing Ichigo’s lips with his tongue. Ichigo moaned and opened his mouth, crumpling Sam’s shirt up in his hands. Sam stroked Ichigo’s tongue with his own patiently, stopping when Ichigo got too rough, then starting over again when he gentled. He curled his tongue around Ichigo’s, keeping the pace slow and deliberate, pulling back slightly to nip at his lower lip gently with his teeth, then going back in.
Ichigo made desperate, pleading sounds into Sam’s mouth as he mirrored Sam’s actions, and it felt good. Ichigo was a fast learner.
Sam tasted the sweat that rolled down both their faces as he taught Ichigo how to kiss and be kissed.
A yowling cat fight broke out in an alley near them and they startled away from each other.
“Maybe we should -” Sam started and Ichigo said, “Let’s go home.”
Ichigo scrambled off Sam’s lap and stood, offering his hand, not looking at him. Sam let himself be pulled up, then let go, and they ambled back to Kurosaki Clinic. The humid night had a clammy, chill edge to it and Sam shivered a little, hands in his pockets. He looked over at Ichigo, who appeared to be shivering too, fine tremors shaking his shoulders. He was flushed and his lips were puffy.
He looked, in fact, well and thoroughly kissed.
Sam’s briefs were all bunched up around his prick, he felt damp and uncomfortable, and he wanted to yank Ichigo back to him and kiss him some more. Among other things.
Instead he looked sidelong at Ichigo until he caught Ichigo looking back. Sam smiled at him and was relieved when he saw Ichigo’s slight grin in return.
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