Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.

AN: First off thanks for the support of this little collection! Makes me happy to share this nonsense w/ fellow Ichiruki-ers!

This is a silly one shot. I'm all about Ichigo embracing his hormones! And this is yet another thing I started some time ago and just never rolled out til now.

Do you ever wonder how comfortable the Ichiruki friendship might become? Ever think they could be that couple (as friends) that's okay with taking comfort in one another? There's a little of that thrown in here- liberties taken with the idea that doing certain things wouldn't be out of the norm for them.

*Italicized quotes are Ichigo's Hollow speaking

Rating: T- for suggestive content and language

Summary: He thought he had escaped that phase in puberty where he couldn't control himself… Looks like it just manifested a little on the late side.

Word Count: 2,033

Satiate

A Lesson in Sportsmanlike Conduct

One-Shot

888

When I came to, Rukia was standing over me- her hands on her hips and a very deadly look narrowing her eyes.

Fuckmylife!

That look had spelled my doom on several occasions.

I swallowed hard- admittedly horrorstruck.

What in the hell possessed me to do something so utterly stupid- not to mention well… perverted- was beyond my reasoning at that moment.

Someone who knew Rukia might think me suicidal for the stunt I'd just pulled; as it was I was questioning my sanity.

While I was at it I questioned him.

Hey you asshole! You didn't-

I heard that low chuckle- it practically reverberated in my brain. "Nah- King. I'm pretty jacked in the head- but not that foolish. 'Sides- if I want somethin' you won't find me pussy-footin' around. I'd do a lot more damage than you did. Don't have to go about it on the sly… Which by the way… What the fuck was that? Ain't you supposed to be stealthy?"

Mentally I flipped him the bird, outwardly smirking.

Incidentally this only worsened my situation and I was drawn out of my rampant thoughts- and likely unhealthy dialogue- with my inner demon.

Rukia's sneakered foot was tapping against the earth in a slow rhythm that reminded me I was on the ground courtesy of said appendage.

"Something funny, Ichigo?"

A hand to the aching spot on my torso between my ribs I hesitantly lifted my gaze back up to meet hers.

I propped myself up warily, "N-no- I just- Look- I'm not sure- wh-wh-what-," I was suddenly starting to sound like Hanatarou.

With a slight grimace I tried again, the heat in my face and my own jumble of nonsensical musings making it difficult to hold her gaze.

"Yeah- well- so- it wasn't- wasn't what you think- I-," I continued to blather on- still lacking a good excuse.

Finally she took an ounce of pity on me (so I thought) and took a deep- what I hoped was a calming- breath, and spoke evenly, "Ichigo- I understand that you are a growing adolescent..."

I nearly snorted at this. I didn't think nineteen was exactly adolescent. But of course I was not gonna further risk my life and argue about this point. I like to think I've matured somewhat.

And who the hell was she to be looking down her nose at me? She had that superior tilt to her chin and her hands in fists. I hate that pose. Made me feel like she didn't acknowledge the fact that I was no longer a fifteen year old.

Still considering what I'd just done I had no right to lecture about maturity.

As it was she was starting to look murderous again. I imagine she could guess at the thoughts behind my eyes- wouldn't surprise me at this point if she could outright read my mind.

"Ichigo." Her tone made me shiver, but not in a totally bad way.

What the hell is your damage? It's not exciting when she's on the edge of whipping out her zanpaktou and freezing your ass!

I realized I had dropped my eyes to the grass again and it was torture not to drag my eyes up her bare legs with a leer. Oh wait-

"Ichigo!" Her fist came down on my head and painful fireworks exploded behind my eyes.

I clutched the throbbing beginnings of a knot on my head wincing, "What?! Jeez! Fuck! What was that for?!"

Between squinted eyes I could make out the very crimson color to her face as she threatened, "Stop this nonsense Ichigo or- or- I'll tell Orihime!"

Blinking away the tears, I looked up "What?"

She whipped her head away from me, arms folded below her chest (which I didn't stare at lewdly) and I noticed she was blushing, "Aren't you two… an item as you mortals say?"

I wanted to point out that no one had used the term "item" in like twenty years, but I figured this was not the time for semantics.

With a frown I let my hands fall into my lap, shaking my head, "Where the hell did you get that idea? We're just friends- like we've always been."

Her lip pouted out in that cute way that portrayed her confusion, "But- you picked her for your team…"

With a sigh I wiped at the dirt on my cargo shorts, "So that you could be on the team Chad was on. It wouldn't have been fair if all the… big people were on one team." This didn't make sense of course. But Karin always chose Chad for her team and he was better at defending than I was (not that I wouldn't have tried to protect Rukia, but I can kinda zone out and get competitive). I tried not to smirk and fear I might have failed as her eyes narrowed.

She looked at me straight then, scrutinizing closely with those gorgeous eyes of hers, "She… kissed your cheek before she left."

Ah, that…

That had actually been a bit of a ruse… Orihime had used it as an excuse to whisper in my ear- a little encouragement was all. Once upon a time it might have been a gesture to make clear her feelings- but she had accepted my own feelings some time ago. We were admittedly closer than before- but strictly as friends.

I scratched at my temple a moment before giving a shrug, "Just a good-bye. She's like a quarter European- it's customary or some shit." All true, by the way.

"Oh." She conceded. The breeze tousled her chin length hair, exposing the creamy jawline and classic cheekbones. Overhead the tree rustled and the sunlight winked through its leaves.

Across the field, a net full of soccer balls slung over her shoulder Karin raised her hand in parting, "See ya later Ichi-nii! Rukia! We're off to the pizza joint!"

"Aa!" I called back with a salute.

Rukia in turn enthusiastically waved, her back turned to me, a wide smile spread on her face, "We'll be home soon Karin-chan! Good game!"

I was so glad for the expanse of the field between my sister and Rukia and I. If anyone noted how I was ogling the shinigami I would have been teased mercilessly. As it is my sisters are always questioning my relationship with Rukia- Yuzu ever so innocently- and Karin without remorse.

Swallowing hard, I turned my head away from Rukia's swaying form- the rhythm of her petite, yet curvy body as she waved to the others heading away from the soccer field.

Soon she had turned on her heel, a steely glint in her eyes as she put her hands to her hips once more.

I shuddered yet again, outlined by the sun she was just a shadow- a sexy, domineering shadow.

"So are you going to explain to me why you touched me so provocatively?" She said in a low tone that caressed along my nerves. There was a bit of threat in her words and I knew it, yet felt myself stir in a completely impure way.

Oh hell, I'm a masochist.

I coughed, scowling at the ground as I realized Karin had probably taken all of the water bottles with her.

As gruffly as I could, while forestalling a stutter and a blush I replied, "It's not- like that… I mean- guys do it to teammates all the time."

Her chin lifted as did one brow, "I was not your teammate this time."

"Damn! I'd think faster if I were you, King." The Hollow's snort of derision echoed annoyingly in the recesses of my mind.

Shut the hell up!

"It's- just a sports thing, Rukia! It's like saying 'good game'!" I blurted out, hoping I didn't sound as flustered as I felt.

Laughter. There was howling laughter in my head now. "A sports thing?! A slap maybe, but you squeezed that ass good, King!"

I had never wanted to retreat into my inner world and strangle my Hollow more than at that moment.

But for some reason- I do have the devil's luck, and before I knew it Rukia's suspicious glare disappeared.

Before I could register my utter victory, she'd shrugged, 'Okay' and plopped down between my legs, leaning back against my chest with pure nonchalance.

She idly picked grass from her tennis shoes as she mused in a light tone, "It might have been nice to go with them to get pizza, but I really want nabe. Can we get some nabe, Ichigo?"

The slight tang of her sweat was bombarding my nose and it mingled with the fragrance of her mango scented shampoo. Her shorts had risen higher on her legs drawn close to her chest and my eyes were trailing over every exposed bit of peachy-pale skin.

My palms were sweating now and I wiped them rhythmically on the fabric of my shorts. It was meant to be a calming motion, but I could feel even more sweat beading on my face and arms.

Her head tipped forward I could see the back of her neck and the slight ridge of spine before it disappeared beneath her thin white t-shirt. My eyes wandered as I leaned back slightly on my hands.

Yep, her shirt was see-through.

My eyes zeroed in on the light-colored bra… Lavender maybe? Pastel Pink?

Just like her shorts, her shirt had risen up as well due to her angle and I could see the small of her back and just a peak-

"…go? Ichigo!" Her voice seemed to come from far off and then invade my ears suddenly. My head jerked up and I met her eyes peering over her shoulder at me.

"Aa." I answered hoarsely. I probably looked like a deer in the headlights.

But she just frowned at me, cocking her head, "Nabe… Do you want nabe?"

I nodded dumbly, "Y-yeah… sounds good."

She gave me a smile then and turned back around, "Kay… Let's just cool down here for a little longer then."

"Aa." Was the only response I could manage. A cool-down was definitely in order… A cold shower would be even better…

I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply, trying not to get a nose-full of her tantalizing essence as I did and rolled my shoulders back.

"Oi… Ichigo…" She said after a minute of silence.

"Mmm?" I grunted, finally feeling like I might actually be able to rein it in.

She shifted, wiggling against me.

"Could you move your cellphone though? It's poking me in the back."

My eyes shot open.

I'm so fucked.

888

And After the Next Game…

Uryu Ishida's disapproving frown- the one he reserved especially for Ichigo Kurosaki- was perhaps even more disapproving than usual as he fixed his sights on his frenemy.

Recognizing the look the red-head rolled his eyes and rose from his crouched position over the bag of field equipment.

"What is it?" He scowled, folding his arms over his chest defensively, preparing for an onslaught of cleverly worded criticism. When Chad's shadow fell over the young Ishida, Ichigo's scowl became a frown and he lifted a brow.

Chad kept his gaze averted to the side, the dark locks hiding his expression.

Uryu however politely cleared his throat with a fist to his mouth while adjusting his glasses with his opposite hand. The polished lenses gleamed in the sunlight, obscuring the shrewd blue eyes momentarily as the bespectacled boy narrowed his eyes further at his classmate opposite him.

"Kurosaki… Would you care to explain why Ms. Kuchiki thinks that after a game it is appropriate- in fact expected it seems- to- ehem- fondle the opposing team's backsides?"

Brown eyes grew wide as Ichigo looked from one man to the other behind him. He could now see the crimson blush coloring the tanned skin along Chad's jaw, indicating his whole face was flushed with similar color.

"Aww, hell!"

A forehead slap resounded. It even reached the group of whispering girls across the field. Huddled around a seated Rukia who was looking up at them in bewilderment (steadily growing into red-faced anger and embarrassment) they gently informed her of the difference between friendly touches and sexual harassment.

"You're so dead, Strawberry."

AN: That was fun! At least it made me smile…

Thanks for joining me and Happy Holidays for all that indulge!