So, here is the rundown of the whole inspiration behind this story. My friend and I are naughty fujoshi who make up different kinks for our favorite yaoi couples. This one happened to make me a bit TOO excited. So, enjoy the random spur-of-the-moment yaoi fanfic. I will be warning you now, it is filled with many kinks that we both thought up of.

Title: Blood Pulse
Author: aenimei
Genre:
Rating: M ( lemons , language , and violence )
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo x Hitsugaya Toshiro
Warning: AU, extreme lemons, fluff, and much more. Basically smut!
Summary: Ichigo has known deep down he has always harbored a secret love for this friend, Toshiro Hitsugaya. He has spent many nights dreaming about all the things they could do together… will Ichigo ever act on these actions? ;) Read and find out!
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach and or the characters within this story

"Fuck"

The orange-haired boy stared up the now-dark sky as soon as the first droplet hit his cheek. He always hated walking back from school in the rain, especially when he wasn't prepared for it. Ichigo stared down at the wet blotches on his white uniform shirt and he quickly threw his bag over his shoulder and began to run. Different things flew through his mind at once, such as how his day went and what they learned. However, there was one thing Ichigo could not stop thinking about.

His name was Toshiro, and most of the time Ichigo had himself annoyed him by calling him by his first name. He was a fiery white-haired boy who gave off a certain feeling that he thought he was better than everyone else. This, in a sense, was right. Hitsugaya nearly excelled in everything at the school they both attended and he never stopped astonishing everyone there. Ichigo, on the other hand, was lazy and did not care much about school. He would slack off as soon as the teacher started talking. He was even surprised by his grades, which were close to slipping off the edge, but not quite yet.

The boy suddenly sprang out of his dreamland and lifted the soaked bag over to cover his face. A tidal wave of water splashed at his body and it even caused him to stumble backwards. He suspected he would fall to the ground and land straight on his butt, but a figure standing so innocently behind him took most of the blow of him falling back. It took a minute for Ichigo to recover, but he finally managed to turn around. He felt like yelling at the damn trunk that drenched him, but apologizing was better for his morals. Sighing, he began a small bow to apologize to whoever he bumped into.

"Sorry, but that damn tru-"

Ichigo turned around just in time to see a small white-haired boy pushing himself up off the ground. Toshiro Hitsugaya. Ichigo's face lit up like the fourth of July. His otherwise cold and pale face turned a bright red. Ichigo was in trouble. It was only a minute ago he thinking about the same exact person in front of him. Ichigo opened his mouth to speak, but Toshiro interrupted him.

"No problem, Kurosaki-san" he paused and picked at his soaked white shirt that was clinging to his body. "I am just a bit wet, that's all."

Ichigo took this time while he was occupied to stare his body up and down, but one part of his body caught his eye automatically. And, oddly enough, it was something Ichigo hadn't expected himself doing. A small drop of red came sliding off his classmate's wet and white shirt near his elbow. Ichigo gasped and immediately sprung into action. He quickly dug into his bag and found a handkerchief Orihime had loaned him earlier. He took a edge and bit it and slowly ripped off a large enough piece to cover the wound. Without bothering to ask Hitsugaya himself, Ichigo got down on his knees and pulled Hitsugaya close.

Ichigo immediately paused when his crotch was right near his face, but his movements kept going to avoid suspicion. He finished off with making sure the piece of handkerchief was tightly tied by tugging on it with his teeth. He coughed nervously, pushing himself back away from the boy and resuming his upward stance. Now that Ichigo looked upon Toshiro, he seemed to have a blush upon his cheeks. The orange-haired boy blinked at this, obviously ruling out the thought that Hitsugaya actually liked what he did. Ichigo sighed; he only wished it was true. He snatched his bag back up and threw it over his shoulder.

"So."

"Uh, thanks Kurosaki."

"Hn? Oh, no problem."

Ichigo was nearly dying inside from how close he was to his dream lover. Not to mention the blood! This unfortunately seemed to be his weakness. Oh, what was it? A few days ago he had a dream about Hitsugaya pouring buckets of blood out of his body and it was his job to lick it all up and clean it. Ichigo's tongue had slipped up and down the naked body of Hitsugaya; both the outside and the inside. Ichigo blushed even more, before a hand on his shoulder woke him up out of his dream.

"Well, it was nice seeing you out of class, but I should get back to my apartment before I catch a cold from all this rain."

Ichigo blinked. He had totally forgotten about the rain. He looked at Hitsugaya's body, which was mostly contoured by the wetness of his shirt. Ichigo rubbed the back of his head nervously and stepped out of his way. Hitsugaya began to walk across the crosswalk before Ichigo nearly screamed out to him.

"Yo, Toshiro!"

The boy turned around on his heels. Ichigo lit up again.

'W-w-w-what a cutie…'

"You busy tomorrow?"

"Busy? Hn, not really. All I have to do is laundry."

Ichigo smirked, giving him a small thumbs up.

"'Kay. You know that café down the street away from the school? Meet me there tomorrow. Consider it an apology for ruining your shirt."

All Ichigo could see was the young white-haired boy smirk. He turned around and rose a hand to wave to Ichigo. Hitsugaya closed his eyes and smiled to himself.

'What an interesting end to the day this was…'

So, there it is everyone! What did you think of the first chapter? ;) Don't worry, I assure you those juicy lemons will be coming down the road soon enough! Can't exactly having them getting that close, eh? Review and if you liked it, favorite it!