Hey all,

My first ever Bleach fic is here YEY and it's set in New York. This is going to contain mature themes throughout so if you don't like smexy stuff I suggest you take your leave haha.

This story blossomed in my mind after reading Geishaaa's amazing fic 'The College Experience' it's a wonderful piece of work and one I strongly suggest you go and read and follow!

Please enjoy~

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Lust. It was a four lettered word that Ichigo had never fully understood until this particular day. He wasn't ever particularly sure of his own sexuality, even now it seemed to still baffle him. He often spent a lot of time with his friend Tatsuki who knew she was a lesbian, she'd drag him to strip clubs in a bid to try and help him figure himself out - it was all deep and meaningful and what a load of shit it was. In Ichigo's eyes he'd know when he met the right person. That wasn't to say he hadn't found himself attracted to people, of course he had. There had been… that… well… there was that… there… okay. Tilting back his head and taking a deep breath he accepted it, he was 23 years old and had never really met anyone that had tickled his fancy.

He wasn't a virgin; he had slept with a girl from his college one drunken night and found he regretted it the next morning. It had felt good but there had been no connection, the sparks didn't fly and for the most part it was awkward and uncomfortable. He'd been glad to be able to blame the alcohol and hangover for if it wasn't for those two things he may actually have to label himself fully as gay for how much the experience counted to him. He ran a hand through his orange hair and only became aware of his surroundings again when someone bumped into him.

'Oh sorry,' he spoke turning to look at a lady who was so engrossed in her own phone she hadn't even noticed that she had collided with his side. He quickly looked down at the sleeve of his white shirt making sure there wasn't a mark and wriggled his black tie down a little to pop the top button of his shirt open. It was so warm, the sun beat down upon his face and his sharp orange spikes didn't do much to keep the rays from his eyes. He cupped a hand over his forehead and glanced directly ahead of him, unsure if he was even walking in the right direction.
First day on the job and he was going to be late, he sighed as he pulled out his phone and checked the directions he had so badly screenshot to try and help him reach his destination quickly.

'Hitsugaya Industries,' was apparently directly up ahead and around another corner. His pale brown eyes quickly flickered to the time and he saw that he had ten minutes to make it there in time. This would be the first time he would meet his boss, he had already been interviewed and offered the job by his busy secretary Rangiku. Apparently she wasn't good at doing the paperwork and that's where he came in. He was only going to be helping out while taking a gap year from studying. He needed to get a bit of life experience after all he higher education and coursework was pouring out his ears. He couldn't forget the interaction between himself and Rangiku who instantly decided that she liked him. Most men would call this woman the women of their dreams, she was tall with beautiful baby blue eyes and long legs. More than this her most distinguishing features were her busty breasts that drew eyes no matter where they went in the office. That was what he noticed as she gave him a tour, instantly deciding he was perfect for the job.

Ichigo was remising as he rounded the corner to the building. This was only his second time coming here so it was no wonder he nearly got lost, all the massive buildings looked the same and the street names were hard to see, printed in tiny little writing at the very tops of the shops, what was more is they were always on the opposite side of the street from where you stood and you'd have to squint to read it. He walked towards the frosted windows of the high end building and from here remembered where he was going. His feet instantly took him to the security desk where he told them of his name. The grunting security guard took his picture and printed his security pass which he put on a lanyard around his neck. The lanyard was simple, blue in colour and had the word 'staff' printed in white all along it. He used it to get through the security barriers and stepped into one of the large silver elevators. Everyone in this company seemed to be wearing suits and dresses, which Ichigo disliked. He tugged absently at his own tie before remembering his place and attempting to fix it. He'd be meeting the company's head of today and he needed to be presentable.

He stepped out when the elevator advised of the 55th floor and made his way through the corridors. The place was filled with meeting rooms and each one was behind a frosted looking glass, clear glass doors and graced with a silver looking textile floors. Everything was so clean and expensive looking.

He walked through a glass door and looked towards Rangiku who was sitting behind a massive polished black marbled desk. Her long strawberry red hair could be seen bobbing as she was writing enthusiastically. Ichigo moved towards her desk and put a grin on his face.

'Hello Rangiku.' He spoke, rousing the secretary from her current task. Her baby blue eyes met his pale hazelnut gaze and she grinned happily at him.

'Hello Ichigo, hold fire I just need to finish this and I'll be right with you.' He nodded as she continued to write and took this time to glance around. His body was facing her and there was a grey door to his right. He knew this door led to the owner of the entire business itself for upon the door were printed the delicate letters; 'T. Hitsugaya'

Turning to look around he saw his desk opposite the current one he leaned on and beside the right of the door to Hitsugaya's office. His desk was identical to Rangiku's with black marbled surfaces and what looked like a large and overly expensive desk chair. He turned back just in time to see her finishing up and she grinned up at him.

'Alright basics 101,' she smiled pursing her lips as he listened intently. 'Never call Mr Hitsugaya by his first name, he hates it.' Ichigo was nodding his head as she spoke, in all honesty he was only partly listening. Even though he was sure he was gay his eyes kept running down towards her large breasts, they were fascinating the way the moved and jiggled as she spoke. He knew plenty of gay men who were obsessed with breasts, there was just something fun about them.

'..his height or age. Got it?' She finished and his eyes snapped back up to hers to see a quirk in her eyebrow.

'Yes I got it.' Truth was he wasn't at all listening to anything she had said, he had caught the part about how to address him but what was that about his height and age? She sighed and brought papers up from her desk to hit him across the head.

'I thought you were gay, seriously did you catch anything of what I said?' She asked with a playful smirk at the corner of her lips. Ichigo was rubbing the side of his head where the papers had collided and blinked sheepishly at her. He could feel colour flooding his cheeks and blinked dumbly.

'What made you think I was gay?' She pursed her lips in amusement as the door to the office opened. Turning his attention towards the door, that's when he saw him. That's when that four lettered word; 'lust' became so apparent in his vocabulary.

Toshiro Hitsugaya was probably the most attractive man he had ever seen. If that's what he could even call him, he looked much more like a boy than anything else. He seriously couldn't have been any older than 16 years of age. His pale skin stood out in stark contrast to the surrounding black marbled walls of the office and his white hair was swept back away from his face except for a few imposing strands that fell just over his left eye. His high cheekbones led down to a sharp chin, his pink lips stretched into a bored looking line across his face as he slung a black blazer across his board little shoulders. He closed the glass door behind him and turned his gaze on them. His shocking teal eyes caused Ichigo to inhale sharply as they met his, he couldn't look away he couldn't even blink, he just stared.

'Rangiku are those reports done yet.' He didn't even seem to ask it as a question, already aware of her answer. Perhaps his tone would suggest this question was rhetorical.

'No sir, that's why Ichigo is here to help for the next year.' She waved a hand at Ichigo and this was the second time that he locked eyes with his new boss. He almost felt his legs want to give way under that dramatic teal gaze. Hitsugayas eyes travelled up and down his new employee but showed no more emotion than a deadlocked expression and a hard set jaw. Ichigo felt himself fighting back a blush under the scrutinizing gaze of his boss, taking a bit of time to marvel at just how well dressed he was. Hitsugaya knew how to dress himself, he wore a white shirt with a black waistcoat, adorned with a deep grey tie. A silver chain wound its way around one of the buttons of his waistcoat and into the pocket on his right, clearly attached to a pocket watch. Long black trousers ended in black shoes that were polished just the right amount. Seriously the only thing this guy was missing was a damn monocle.

Ichigo gulped as Hitsugaya walked by him and paid him no attention but instead opened the door to his office and left it open.

'A word Ichigo.' He said as he was halfway in the office. Ichigo looked flabbergasted and turned to Rangiku for help. She was hiding her smile behind the very same papers she had used to assault his head with only moments ago. He pleaded at her with his eyes and she lowered the papers enough to just whisper;

'I knew you were gay.' With an evil chuckle she waved him into Hitsugayas office after her boss and Ichigo slumped his shoulders in defeat. Not sure he was ready to be alone in the room with this proud man he turned and followed his boss inside.

The office was huge. Not that size mattered at all, that's what people kept saying anyway. The entire opposite wall was pure glass, the dark tint to it meant that people could see out but not in. Even with that dark tint that didn't stop the sun from streaming into the office. Hitsugayas desk was modest in comparison to the rest of the room. It took the appearance of glass but you could not see through it, the undersides of it were all made of the same hard cold black marble and the closer he got to the desk he noticed there wasn't much in the way of personality about it. No pictures of family or loved ones, no little desk trinkets simply papers and pens that were kept neatly in a pen holder.

Hitsugaya stood with his back to Ichigo looking out the glass wall into the streets of towering buildings. His hands buried deep in his pockets and his blazer thrown over the armrest of a couch to his left.

'Close the door.' Ichigo paused and doubled back, quickly closing the door with a gentle snap. When he turned back Hitsugaya had turned around and indicated the chair opposite him with a lazy flick of his hand, taking his own place in his own chair. Trying not to smile at the thought that his boss had clearly cranked the seat up enough to be eye level with almost anyone who sat opposite him, Ichigo took his seat.

'What is your full name?'

'Ichigo Kurosaki.' He responded immediately, his hand gripping tightly at the fabric of his dress trousers to try and calm himself down. He couldn't believe how drop dead gorgeous his boss was, how the hell was he meant to get any work done if this white haired beauty would be floating by his desk each day?

'What brings you here Kurosaki?' Hitsugaya asked, placing two hands under his chin and leaning across the table towards him. Teal eyes boring into Ichigo as if reading every slight movement that he made. Ichigo shifted uncomfortably under the gaze and was thoughtful.

'Well my father recommended this place, he's friends with Rangiku and knew she needed help, I am good at paperwork and I heard it was only going to be for a year.' He spoke quickly wanting to leave this office as fast as he could but at the same time feeling rooted to the spot under the intense gaze.

'I see.' He was silent for a long while just staring at him then sighed and sat back in his chair. Ichigo watched the shift in his pose, the way his arm muscles tensed as he brought a hand up to run it through his white hair, the way his fingers tugged out towards the end of his white strands.

'This is a big year for us Ichigo, I am going to be making a lot of first time investments and paperwork is important and inevitable.' He spoke, his voice was deadpan and laced with a cool crisp pitch. Ichigo found himself nodding encouraging the man to continue speaking as he fought back mental images that arose from the way Hitsugaya tilted his head back and exposed his neck as he contemplated. How would that skin feel against his lips as he brushed it? Would his body be cold like his demeanour or warm if he were to hug him and fuck him on this table- GAH. He had to stop these thoughts right now, this was no place to be having them and his trousers were way to tight to not show off exactly what had been going through his mind.

'I know it might seem boring but if you can help us out this year I would be very appreciative, Rangiku will be able to answer most of your questions. I just need you to look over some things before I sign them off for approval and double check against my notes that people have kept to their word before contracts are signed. Is that understood Kurosaki?'

'Yes sir.' Ichigo said, hoping he wasn't quite finished yet as he could still feel a slight tightness in his pants from the way his mind had drifted a few seconds ago.

'Good you're dismissed.' Hitsugaya said and thankfully to Ichigo he turned in his chair to glance out the back glass window pane again. Ichigo stood quickly and turned away from the desk walking quickly to the door and stopped when he heard Hitsugaya's voice again behind him.

'Oh Kurosaki another thing, please keep Matsumoto in line for me, she often forgets that nights out are not as important as her work.' Ichigo turned just his head, keeping his partial boner from view as he caught Hitsugayas eyes.

'Yes sir, I will.' With that he quickly exited the office, snapping the door shut behind him. He leaned against it for a moment on the other side.

Well shit.

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That's it for chapter 1! Please review each chapter and tell me what you think =D don't forget to follow. This is my first Bleach fic so be nice haha.