This is a simple, sexy, hot, one shot of Chad and an OC that I thought up on a spur of the moment thing. It isn't suppose to be anything more. And I will leave it as such. Just for enjoyment and for the fangirl in all of us that loves this particular fine male anime specimen.


Sex is more than an act of pleasure. It is the ability to feel so close to a person, to be so connected, to be so comfortable that it is almost breathtaking to the point you feel you can't take it. And at this moment, you're part of them. -Thom York


Chad groaned softly to himself. The gentle Mexican was sitting at a bar counter on a stool, drinking a glass of tequila. He really shouldn't be here. He knew that. He was supposed to be in the gym in the morning, after all, then he had school Monday. But tonight, of all nights, it felt right. It was 4 years to the day that his grandfather had passed away and 2 weeks shy of 10 years since he lost his parents. And tequila had been both his father's and grandfather's favorite form of alcohol. And Chad had to admit it did have a certain tang that remind him of a lifetime and country ago. Sighing, he glanced at the clock above the bar. It said ten thirty. Shaking his head, he finished the glass, left a twenty on the bar and walked out. He knew that he was eighteen, still too young to be of legal drinking age in Japan, and if he got caught, he would be in massive trouble; but his looks had come in handy that night. Walking down the sidewalk, he paused when he crossed the bridge beside his apartment, staring up at the moon. How many times had he and Abuelo walked the dirt path at night in the moonlight? To many, but it was both his and grandfather's favorite time of the day. Sighing again, the young man leaned on the rail, crossing his arms to support his weight.

"Sado?"

Turning his head, he saw an old, familiar face. "Izzy?"

The brown-haired female, gave him a brilliant smile and lunged at him. "I thought that was you!" she laughed as she caught the gentle giant in a hug.

Chad automatically caught the female in a tight hug, instinctively. How many years had it been since he saw her?

Isabelle Maria Sanchez.

He would know her anywhere.

When he lived in Mexico, her family had lived in the same town as he and his family. They went everywhere together with her and her family. Then the accident happened. The Sanchez's had been at the funeral and Izzy had stayed by his side the whole time. Afterwards, she and he had went to for a walk to their favorite place. She had held him while he cried. As the years wore on, he and Izzy remained close friends, and then when they turned 13, she was his first kiss and girlfriend and vice versa. When his grandfather died, Izzy had been right by side. She had been his best friend, and so much more then. After the funeral, she had followed him to the home he had shared with his grandfather and had held him through his tears and grief again. She had been his first that night, giving and taking each other's virginity. She was also the reason that he hadn't really paid attention to any other females throughout school. Her bright blue eyes, long brown hair, and slim figure had haunted him. Not even Ichigo knew about her. She was the one thing he had kept all to himself. Tightening his arms around the female, he returned the hug. "It's good to see you too, Izzy." he told her.

Izzy pulled away after a moment, "I thought you were moving back to Okinawa? That was what you told me when you left Mexico. What are you doing here?" she asked, resting her hands on his biceps. He was still gorgeous. Wavy, chocolate brown hair and eyes. Tan skin. Tall, and muscular. His hair was shaggier, yet sleekier than she remembered, the back of his hair just reaching the bottom of his neck. The goatee he now sported suited him. Her eyes traced his much taller figure up and down, he green v-neck t-shirt and black jeans looked great on him and did nothing to detach from his physique. He really was still the most gorgeous man she had ever laid eyes on. Her eyes paused momentarily on the gold pendent that he still wore, softening when she remembered that day. Returning, her eyes to his, she found him watching her too.

"I was going too. But..." he trailed off, letting his hands rest on her slim waist. Her now long hair that reached her waist; when she was a child, it had always been shoulder length; just brushing his hands. Half of her hair was held back from her face in a high ponytail, her bangs resting on her forehead. The large hoop earrings she had been notorious for wearing when she was younger were in her ears, still silver, albet a different style. Tasteful, natural makeup adorned her olive tan skin, doing nothing but enhancing her features. The royal blue flowing top, with crisscrossed fabric and a tie at her waist and white flow ankle length skirt looked amazing on her, and the brown cowgirl boots were a reminder of home for both.

Izzy nodded. "I get it. Too close to home, and yet not quite ready to go there yet." She answered.

Chad nodded. Squeezing her hips on last time, he pulled away from her. "What are you doing here?" he returned her question.

Izzy sighed. "Dad. He had a business trip here to Tokyo. He remembered mom and I always wanted to come, so we made a whole thing of it. He and Mom are out downtown but I wanted to explore the quieter side. You know me." she smiled, moving to lean on the rail he had vacated in favor of greeting her.

Chad nodded, moving to lean beside her, on the rail himself. He found it ironic that on the anniversary of his grandfather's death she was here. But he wasn't going to take it for granted. "How long are you here?" he asked

Izzy sighed. "We've been here for about a month. Our flight is supposed to leave out in the morning to take us back to the states. But now I really don't want to go." she gave a half chuckle combination with a snort of derision. "Just my luck really, last night in Japan, and I run into you again." she smirked at him, bumping him with her shoulder.

Chad had to chuckle at that. "Mine too." he responded.

They stayed on the bridge, both just enjoying the other's company and presence after nearly 4 years apart. The ringing of Izzy's cell phone brought them out of their moment. She answered it, speaking in English. "Hi momma...I'm over in Minamikawase...actually, that's fine. Yea, I'm good. I actually ran into an old friend...Sado Yasutora...Yea, he is standing beside me...I will...I'll ask him." she paused here and turned her attention to Chad. "Hey, mom wants to know if you'd like to get together for breakfast in the morning, before our flight?" she asked, giving him a hopeful look. How many times had she used that look on him, and damn if it still didn't work. Giving her a smile and nod, earned him a bright smile in return. "He said yes...I will tell him...Are you and daddy staying in town tonight?...Oh...ok, yea, I'll be fine. Always am...I love you too, momma. I'll see you in the morning." she said the last part dejectedly. Hanging the phone up, she tucked it back into her skirt pocket.

"Everything ok?" he asked, curious as to why she had told her mother she would see her in the morning, instead of later.

Izzy inhaled and nodded. "She and dad are staying at a friends place in town. Apparently, Dad had too much to drink and made a fool of himself, again. So, they are going to stay there until he sleeps it off." she shook her head. "He hasn't really changed all the much either." she smiled sadly at him.

Chad nodded. He remembered Manuel Sanchez well. Tall, dark skinned, blonde, blue eyed, American man. He had been hard on Izzy when she had been growing up. He always had a tight leash on her. Chad found it ironic that she had managed to hide all the fights they got into together from her family. Atleast, until his abuelo put a stop to that. Chad smiled to himself. The only reason she ever got involved in those fights was for him. He knew that now. Just as he did then. She had told him once 'You are my family Sado Yasutora and I will always fight for my family.' He didn't think it had changed. She hadn't really changed from what he could tell personality wise. Stil quiet and calm. Still excitable and innocent in a way that was still mature.

Izzy turned her head and stared at him. "Do I have something on my face?" she asked. Chad shook his head no. "Well, you've been starting at me for the last minute and I was wondering." she laughed softly.

Chad chuckled too "No, Carino," he told her, using an old nickname from the time they were children, "Just remembering your family." He answered, pushing off the rail. "Where are you staying? I'll walk you back."

Izzy smirked at him, pushing off too. "Up in Kitakawase. The townhouse bed and breakfast. But I really don't want to head back there yet. No one is waiting for me." she shrugged. "I'm probably going to wander some more. But we'll be having breakfast there at about eight before our flight. Your still coming right?" she asked hopefully.

Chad nodded. He wasn't ready to say goodbye to her. Not after only an hour. "Can I join you on your walk?" he asked.

Izzy gave him a brillant smile again. "You are the only person I would let join me on a night like tonight." she stated, indicating the bright, full moon above them. Chad knew what she meant. She loved the nights and especially a full moon. But that was to be expected. Especially from a witch. Chad had been the only person she had ever told that she was a practicing wiccan. No one in her family knew. If they did, they would disown her. They were a very traditional, old fashioned, catholic family. God forbid they ever found out. Chad was afraid to think what her father would do to her.

Izzy smirked at him and linked her arm with his. "Come, mi oscuro, let's take a walk in the moonlight. And you can tell me why I smell tequila on you." She smiled

Chad chuckled, all the while, adjusting his arm to cradle hers, leading her the rest of the way across the bridge. She was as easy as breathing to be around. He would never not be comfortable with her. She, afterall, was the only person, aside from Ichigo, to know all of him. And she even had the strawberry beat in some ways. "What's the date, carino?" he asked.

Izzy thought about it for a moment before it dawned on her. "Shit. I'm sorry, Sado. I didn't think..."

Chad interrupted her, "You have nothing to be sorry for. What happened, happened. I can't, nor can you, change it. I am happy though, that you are here. If only for tonight." He told her, locking his eyes with hers.

Izzy blushed. She knew that look. She had seen it before. The first time had been after Oscar's funeral, when she had given herself to Sado. She had never told him, but she had been in love with him from the time she was 4 years old, when she didn't even know what love was. When he lost his grandfather, he needed something to remind him to keep living. She had given it to him. "Careful Sado," she told him, pausing them both in their tracks. "I know that look." she whispered.

Chad looked at her, "You are the only one who knows that look." he told her, suddenly pulling her against him. He suddenly needed her. All of her. It was an urge he hadn't felt in years.

Izzy gasped when he pulled her too him, pressing her tight against him, his hands suddenly on her hips, pressing her into him. From her hips, to her breasts, she could feel all of him. And it ignited a need in her she hadn't ever felt, except for with him. "This is a dangerous game we're playing Sado."

"I should probably tell you. Most people call me Chad here." He whispered, watching her, wrapping his right arm on top of her shoulders, to cradle the back of her head in his hand. He watched her weigh the name in her mind before saying it out loud watching it tumble from her rose hued lips.

"Chad." she tasted the name on her lips. It felt strange and yet it felt so right 'Warrior.' Well he had always been that. Smiling up at him shyly, she saw the heat in his eyes. "Chad," she tried it again, watching his eyes darken. "It suits you." she whispered as she watched his head lower to hers. "It really does..." she never got to finish that sentence.

Chad very tentatively touched her lips with his, feeling her sigh against him. Taking that as a good sign, he brushed against her lips again, this time with more pressure, tightening his hand against the back of her neck gently pressing he into him. Izzy gasped at the pressure and Chad took advantage. Pulling her tight against him, his arm around her waist and his right around the base of her neck, he plundered her mouth in a way that he hadn't done in years.

Izzy wanted to melt into him when he kissed her the first time, the second time, she wanted them to be somewhere a lot more private. When he pressed her tight against him, she wound her arms around his chest and gripped fistfuls of his shirt. She had missed this, missed him. Gods knew how much she loved this man. But she also knew that she probably wouldn't see him again for while, if ever. So, she reluctantly pulled away from the pleasure of his lips, staying in his arms. "Chad. This isn't a good idea. We both know what happens when we start this game. It hasn't changed. We both can feel that. I don't want to hurt you, not when I know how this is going to go. I have to go back to the states with my parents. And you will stay here. We will finish high school, and both go on with our lives. I want to be a chef, and I know you still love music. That will never change about either of us. What you choose to do with your life, I don't want either one of us to regret anything. I want you. All of you. But both of us know that, that isn't a feasibility right now. And yes, I am on birth control but..."

Chad cut her off again with another kiss. This one was bruising, demanding and passionate. Pulling away for just a moment, he told her. "We'll worry about that in the morning light. Just for tonight, can we have tonight?" he asked. He hadn't ever asked for, or prayed for anything really. Not since his parents died and certainly not since his abuelo. But he wanted this, her. Now. Always. Everything else could wait till morning. He knew she felt the same. He could see it when they were 14 and he didn't know then what it was, and he could see it now, and knew it for what it was. She loved him. With every fiber of her tender 18 year old heart, she loved him, and he loved her. They would figure it out in the morning, but he was determined, that if for one night, he would hold her as his.

Izzy saw the unspoken words in his chocolate eyes. Words that he wanted to utter, that she wanted to as well. But she knew that if they did, neither would be able to leave the other. "Where?" she asked.

"Come with me," He told her, gently, grasping her hands and leading her the 4 blocks to his apartment.

Izzy looked up at the apartment building. It was cozy looking. Just 2 stories with what looked like 5 apartments on each floor. Following him up the stairs, she let him lead her to his door. She waited until he unlocked and ushered her in, both of them kicking off their shoes. When he closed and locked the door, she pounced. Tackling him almost, arms around his neck, fingers tunneling in his hair. Smothering his full lips with hers. Chad caught her when she jumped him. Growling low in his throat, he picked her up, and pressed her against the wall beside the door, none so gently. Izzy gasped against his lips at his roughness. She wasn't shocked though. He had always been a dominant man. He just preferred to be quiet and in the background. Wrapping her legs around his waist, skirt riding to her hips, she pressed herself tighter against him. Chad trailed both his hands up her waist, holding her tightly between him and the wall, her legs around his waist, to under and down her slender arms, to her wrists. Tugging at her to release his hair. Izzy obliged him, and Chad pulled both from around his neck, raised them above her head and pressed them into the wall above her, grasping both of her wrists in his left hand. Izzy whimpered, feeling extremely vulnerable. He had never done this before. Chad pulled away from the temptation of her lips and smiled at her reassuringly. Izzy nodded. Chad trailed his right hand to the tie at the front of her shirt, untying it and unwrapping the shirt from her slim body, trailing just the tips of his fingers across the skin he uncovered tantalizingly until he completely unwrapped her chest and abdomen from the shirt leaving her in a lacy green bra.

Izzy gasped as the dark man in front of her began untying her shirt. She was never scared of him, yet this was new, but oh so familiar. Shivering in the combination of his fingertips against her skin, and the cool air of his apartment. When her shirt was completely unwrapped, she pulled her wrists until he finally relented, and she shrugged the shirt the rest of the way down her shoulders, Chad supporting her weight. Suddenly, she felt Chad pull her off the wall and walk with her, wrapped around him, over to the brown leather sofa against the far wall and turn and sit down with her on his lap. Izzy adjusted her legs, so she was straddling him. Giving him a sexy smirk, she leaned down and kissed him. Chad leaned into the kiss for only a moment before trailing his lips down her neck, nipping at the juncture, avoiding her earrings, smiling with male satisfaction when she whimpered and called his name. He did it again, and again, all the while, bringing his hands up to her breast and teasing the soft mounds of flesh that he remembered but were larger now that she was older, pulling at her nipples through the fabric, until she was a writhing mass of woman on top of him, calling his name. Satisfied with the mark he left; and uncaring if anyone in the apartment heard, he trailed his lips down her throat, reaching behind her in to unclasp the bra she had on.

Izzy was in heaven. No matter how old they were, no matter how many times they did this. She would never tire of the man under her. He knew everything about her, and every weak point on her body. She could feel his hardness pressed against her core, and she shivered in raw pleasure at the shock of it against her. So close, yet so far. She gasped in surprise when she felt the cool air against her bare back and felt Chad sliding her bra down her shoulders. Allowing him to slip it off her figure, she reached down to the hem of his olive green shirt and pulled it off him in the same motion he pulled her bra off, teasing him all the while.

Chad had felt her trail her hands down his shoulders, his chest, and to the hem of his shirt. He inhaled a sharp breath when her fingers brushed against his abdomen, before feeling her pull the shirt up and off about the same time he trailed her bra down her arms. Leaning forward, he afforded her the space to pull his shirt off unhindered.

Izzy smiled gently when she felt him lean forward, helping her. Pulling it up over his head, she let it fall carelessly to the floor, Chad doing the same with the bra he held in his hands. Both of them took just a moment to admire what they had already seen but was still completely different. Izzy took in the sharp planes that had become more defined. The 8 pack he now sported. The tone of the muscles. And the scars. A large one on his right shoulder, a long one that ran down his arm, and one that looked like it was possibly still healing on his left side. Gently she reached out and traced each one, wondering what had happened to cause such horrible marks on his perfect body, concern all over her face.

Chad was doing the same, from the larger swells on her chest and the tight abdomen. And the scar she had, that was because of him, and then one that looked like an old burn. He raised his eyes to hers when he felt her hand on his right shoulder, over the scar Yammy had given him. He didn't dare to answer the unspoken question in her eyes. Mainly because he didn't know how. Reaching up he only whispered, "I'm fine. I always will be." Before kissing her.

Izzy let him distract her. She would ask later. His lips and feeling his hands on her skin was too tantalizing to ignore. Gasping in a breath when his large hands cupped her bare breasts, arching into his hands when he began squeezing and massaging that flesh, and pulling her lips away from his and tossing her head back when he began gently pinching, pulling and rolling her nipples between his fingertips, calling his name.

Chad smirked, watching her on his lap. She was sexy and he planned to enjoy her all night, for as long as she was here. Leaning forward her began oh so gently sucking on her right nipple, grinning to himself when she laced her fingers into his hair and pulled him tighter against her flesh. He began to roll his tongue around the areole, pulling it into his mouth and then releasing it. Teeth nipped gently.

Izzy whimpered at the pleasure coursing through her. The sudden desire to have him sheathed to the hilt inside of her made itself known. She wanted him inside of her. Now. And she was going to have him. Pulling his head away from her nipple, she kissed him for all she had. "I want you. Now. Inside of me." she told him boldly. She had never shied away from telling him what she wanted and she wasn't going to start now.

Chad started a bit. He, however, had forgotten that she could be bold, and brazen when she wanted to be. Nodding he reached under her skirt, bunching it up at her waist, trailing his hands up her skin, over her thighs. Feeling her panties, he could feel the heat coming from her core, could feel the moisture of her. Groaning softly, he slipped his fingers under her panties to feel her core.

Izzy gasped when she felt his fingers at her core. She was more than ready for him. Reaching between their bodies, she found the buckle to his belt, undid it, unbuttoned his jeans, and slid the zipper down, hearing him groan in the process, his forehead falling onto her shoulder. Izzy slid her fingers under the waist band of his boxers teasing his lower abdomen, knowing that he was sensitive there, before reaching through the front of his boxers and boldly grabbing him, pulling his member out between the folds of his boxers and began stroking and pumping him, small gasps leaving her throat, as she trembled, feeling all of him. He was much larger than she remembered. But she supposed that had to do with him being a man now.

Chad growled. He was tired of this teasing. Suddenly, he leaned forward, and wrapped his left arm around her waist, ignoring her gasp, lifted her and then, as she still held his member in her hand lowered her body onto his, feeling her core line up with the head and slip inside of her. Groaning at the heat, and wetness, Chad slid himself the rest of the way inside her welcoming, encompassing heat.

Izzy whimpered softly. Gods, he was large. Far larger than he had been. But in an oh so good way. Feeling himself inside of her, cause her to gasp in pleasure. Her insides clenching him tightly.

Chad groaned, taking his large hands and running them down her back, pressing her into him, kissing her shoulder, before slamming the length of himself inside of her with a thrust of his hips.

Izzy tossed her head back, calling his name "Chad." loudly. Dear God in heaven, did the man feel amazing. She gasped for a moment, before bringing her arms up to his shoulders to cup his face and tilt his head back. Smothering his lips with hers, she began rocking her hips against hers, remembering a dance they knew all too well together. A rhythm that rocked both their bodies.

Chad pulled his lips from hers, and kissed down her neck, while she rode him, gasping in time with her. Reaching her breasts, he pulled the right nipple in his mouth, while keeping his left arm wrapped tightly around her waist to support her.

Both of the knew how this would end, but both knew that it wouldn't until dawn. This is what they missed when the parted. The other half of their hearts. And they knew the other would always hold that part of them.

Izzy felt the beginnings of her climax and she wanted him to come with her. Leaning forward, she kissed him, changing the angle and tightening her inner muscles. Chad growled at the change of position, and in a flash, leaned forward, bearing her back onto the carpeted floor in his living room. Looming over her, he gave her his warning with his eyes before he began riding into her core, hard and fast.

Izzy called his name on a whimper. This was too hot, to passionate, to much. And damn if she didn't love it and him. Feeling him leaning down to the skin of her neck, she felt him nip the juncture, and his left hand slip between their bodies to rub at the bundle of nerves between her legs, just above where he was riding his pleasure into her core. His name falling from her lips, loudly, heralded the arrival of her orgasm, squeezing her in muscles in a tandem with his thrusts.

'Finally,' Chad thought. He loved the feel of her body, but right now he wanted her to find her release first and he find his after. Feeling her inner muscles squeeze and pulse drove him over the edge and he buried himself to the hilt inside of her as his own orgasm rocked him, calling her name softly into her throat.

This is what they missed. This feeling of completion. They both knew what tomorrow would bring. But tonight, they would ride the pleasures of this moon again and again and again. And they did.