Hey everyone!
Decided to just upload the two chapters right away, not sure how often I'll be able to update but I'm going to say about a chapter a week. Not sure how long this fic will be I know I have a good amount of stuff for at least 5 chapters in total, anymore than that will be a treat! Please enjoy

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This was getting pathetic now, he'd been working at the business for a few weeks and still didn't know anything about his boss. He had obviously instantly googled him as soon as he got access to the internet that day they met. He was a child prodigy, 18 years old and already a millionaire. He specialised in investments especially for movies and tv shows, building and expanding his business he would invest money into certain projects and reap the rewards if they went well, which they always seemed to do. He had graduated college early at the age of only 16 years old and had instantly started his own company. There were barely any personal interviews of him anywhere on the internet for he avoided them and never really spoke much to anyone, thus he had earned himself several names including the 'man of ice' and 'cold Hitsugaya.' Ichigo found it all rather interesting and from what he could see any pictures of the man, whom was very photogenic, he kept a stoic look upon his face. In none of his pictures was he ever smiling, not even the ones for the front of Business monthly. He had clicked out of the internet images search only to see a section posted in vogue about an upcoming shoot with the man of ice. At the time he'd asked Rangiku about it but she had stated she knew vogue wanted a strong male figure for a particular article they were running that month and they just so happened to choose him. He'd reluctantly agreed mostly because she had begged him for weeks and wouldn't let it drop, she wanted free copies of the magazine which they had promised him if he did the shoot.

Finally annoyed by her constant persistence he had agreed to do the shoot that was now in a few days time. Besides all the stuff he'd read on the internet Ichigo had literally no exchange with the man since the day they met. Besides the occasional unreciprocated 'good morning' that Ichigo would cheerfully throw his way and 'good evening at night.' It was becoming bothersome, but not as bothersome as the dreams.

That's right. Ichigo was now so taken with his sexy boss that he was dreaming about him, fairly pleasant dreams too you could add. Dreams he shouldn't be thinking about at work but sometimes he couldn't help himself. The sexual tension and desire that clung to him each day that Hitsugaya entered and exited the office left Rangiku smirking and teasing him.

'My goodness Ichigo, when was the last time you got laid? I can practically smell the sexual frustration from you.' She teased one Wednesday evening as they were due to finish. It was the evening before the shoot at vogue and as he'd learned they were more than just Hitsugaya's secretaries they were his assistants, Rangiku was his first assistant and Ichigo was now his second. As his assistants they'd be expected to accompany him to the event.

'Shut up.' He growled at her, the familiar colour flourishing across his cheeks as he felt the heat rise up his neck.

'Oh I need to tell you something, it's my boyfriend Gin's birthday tomorrow night, so I actually cannot go to the vogue shoot. You'll have to go to that alone.'

'Why would you do that to me?' Ichigo groaned, he knew that she knew how badly he lusted after their boss. He did not need to accompany him to a provocative photo shoot to be reminded of this.

'Sorry.' She gleefully stated, not sounding the least bit sorry for him. Ichigo glared at her, she had earned herself a reputation as an office gossip but he found that she was actually really good at keeping secrets. She had not told a single person about his fondness for the man of ice, not even breathed a word of his sexuality to anyone either.

'It will be easy just stand at the side with water and be ready to get him a tea or coffee if he asks, remember you're getting paid overtime for this and he'll pay well.' She reminded him and Ichigo sighed. He was trying to save up for his own place, once he was finished studying he was planning on moving back home, but he needed his own money for his own place. Coming all the way out to New York for a year job might have seemed like a tad much, but in truth he had always wanted to visit the illustrious New York so when his father spoke about the emails from Rangiku he'd jumped at the chance to be able to see the lively city.

'Make sure you don't stay too late.' Rangiku said as she switched off her two monitors and powered down her computer for the evening. She slung her elegant black coat over her shoulders and picked up her purse smiling at him as she took out her keys.

'I won't, I just want to finish this last piece then I will head off.' He replied, looking down at the pages of paper work and comparing it to Hitsugayas notes. His bosses handwriting was an elegant slanted script, like something you'd have to use photoshop to pull off, yet he made it look so effortless.

'Alright then goodnight,' Rangiku called a smile playing at her lips, Ichigo narrowed his eyes at her as she exited. She never missed a beat, of course she knew there something else other than paperwork keeping him here. Hitsugaya had not yet left his office, normally he would leave before them, it was rare for him to stay this late.

Still Ichigo poured over the most recent reports.

'Will provide adequate updates in exchange for the sums provided and provide health and safety forms to staff along with contracted hours…' Ichigos eyes blurred and he leaned back in his chair rubbing them and blinking heavily. The door to Hitsugayas office opened and Ichigo looked up.

'Evening sir.' He said calmly, taking a few moments to let his eyes ravish the clothed youth standing before him.

'You're here late.' Hitsugaya commented not looking at him as he walked past the desk heading for the door. Ichigo noted that he didn't have his jacket or laptop bag with him, so he wasn't leaving the office.

'Yes sir just finishing a report.'

Hitsugaya exited the office and returned a few moments later with two bottles of water clutched in his small hands. He placed one down on Ichigos desk without looking at him and spoke as he made his way into his office leaving the door ajar.

'If you're staying late keep hydrated.'
Ichigo looked at the bottle of cold water and felt warmth spreading through his stomach. So his boss did care? Ichigo hesitated… he'd left his door ajar, something that he never usually did. The room they were in was in the middle of the building away from any natural lighting so he couldn't tell how dark the sky was but through the ajar office door he could tell that the usual sunlight that flooded the office had greatly diminished and there wasn't much in the way of lighting in Hitsugayas office.

Feeling bold, Ichigo finished the paper quickly and rose picking the bundle up off his desk. He drew the water bottle up into his hand and skilfully opened it with the same hand, taking a deep drink of the cold liquid and feeling it slide down his throat and into the pools of his stomach. He reattached the lid of the bottle without using his second hand and placed it back on his desk. He walked around the smooth marbled surface and gently knocked on Hitsugayas door.

'Enter.' Came the cold drawling voice that Ichigo heard assaulting his dreams most nights.

'These are ready for your approval sir.' He said walking forward and putting the papers down on the edge of his desk. Hitsugaya was staring out of his window again, this time leaning against the armrest of his couch. Ichigo watched him for a few moments, hoping he wouldn't turn around and catch him staring at him. He noticed something was off about his body language, normally his entire demeanour was proud and tall (despite his tiny height) but right now his shoulders seemed to be slumped as if in defeat and his hands clung lazily to his pockets.

'Thank you.' He finally said after a few long minutes but did not turn to look at him.

'Is there something wrong sir?' Ichigo asked and he heard Hitsugaya sigh and turn around to face him. His teal eyes did nothing more than look at the corner of his desk as he moved towards it.

'Not really,' his voice was off, it wavered and there something unsure behind it, almost as if he was inviting Ichigo to ask more without really making it obvious.

'I'm sorry, it probably isn't really my place to neither ask nor assume since I do not know you very well despite having worked under you for a few weeks now.' His voice was almost sad to admit this, like he wished for something more. The tone drew Hitsugayas teal eyes to meet his own. 'But I am here if you wish to speak.'

'You seem almost sad that you do not know me well, not many people do.' Hitsugaya spoke, his voice very matter of fact.

Ichigo considered this for a while then smiled sheepishly, he would ask, there was no harm in it.

'Alright then sir, three questions, may I ask you three questions that you must answer truthfully?' Hitsugaya quirked a brow at the odd request narrowing his eyes at Ichigo and attempting to read his face, what was it he really wanted?

Ichigo tried not to look too uncomfortable under the gaze of the powerful man. They sat in silence for a while considering each other.

'Alright.' Hitsugaya finally agreed nodding his head. He would play this game, 'however you must also answer three of my questions truthfully.' He said as he sat down in his chair waving his hand at the other chair for Ichigo. Ichigo moved towards the chair and sat down opposite his boss, meeting his gaze and trying to keep his voice calm as he thought about the best questions to ask this man of ice.

He didn't want to blow this chance, no one ever got to interview him, this was his one chance to find out something very personal that the internet couldn't.

'You may ask your three questions first.' Hitsugaya nodded at him as he reached across to take a deep drink from the bottle of water he had collected. Ichigo tried not to watch the way his adams apple bounced as he swallowed and how exposed his neck was… just waiting to be ravished, the dim lights coming through the glass from the offices and streets below illuminating his snowy skin perfectly.

'Alright first question,' Ichigo contemplated and Hitsugaya eyed him thoughtfully, 'what did you want to be when you were younger?' Hitsugayas eyebrows came together and he blinked at Ichigo, the question having caught him completely off guard. What an unusual question to ask, was there a particular reason behind such an absurd question? Hitsugaya tried not to narrow his eyes in suspicion even though that's what he felt, the strawberry blond sitting opposite him sat with an air of casual humour as he waited for him to answer.

'I wanted to be a lawyer, then an astronaut then a vet.' He spoke as he watched Ichigo. Ichigo was clearly waiting for him to elaborate on his answer however that was not the game they were playing, he had answered his question. With a smirk he encouraged the next question with his eyes. Ichigo had to stop himself from pouting at the limited answer he had received and was thoughtful for a while.

'Question two, what's got you so worked up tonight?' Ichigo asked, this was really the question that drove this silly game of his in the first place. Hitsugaya placed a hand thoughtfully under his chin and looked at the corner of his desk again as he thought about how best to answer this.

'I don't like photo shoots. The one I have to do tomorrow with Vogue is part of the reason why I am still awake. I do not like being in the centre of attention.' He replied simply, again giving Ichigo no more expansion on his answer. Ichigos eyes narrowed, he wasn't really getting very far with this game of his and his bosses smirking face was just making him a lot more frustrated. He'd wipe that smirk off his face he if kissed him, he knew that for sure. He wanted to see that little mask of the man crack, he wanted to completely dominate him. Alas that was never going to happen and who knew when he'd get an opportunity like this again? To ask something really personal and intimate, Ichigo put his two arms on the desk and leaned forward, locking his bosses cool teal eyes with his own chocolate brown eyes. If Hitsugaya was uncomfortable by the shift in proximity he didn't show it, he didn't lean back, nor did he have too, the desk was quite long and there was still at least two feet between their faces.

'Final question.' Ichigo announced searching that deadlocked face with his eyes, trying not to highlight all the possible areas worth kissing in his mind but searching for a reaction to the next question.

'Are you gay?'

The question hung in the air between the two of them for quite some time. Hitsugaya tensed in his chair, the corners of his eyes hardening slightly and his breathing stopped as he considered Ichigo. He had to praise his boldness, no one had ever outright asked him about his sexuality before. Was there a reason why he asked? He'd perhaps be able to find out with his own questions shortly, for just now he decided to humour him.

'Yes.'

The answer hung in the air a little longer than the question as Ichigo blinked in shock, he had not expected Hitsugaya to answer the question he had been frantically searching the internet for, for weeks now. Seeing that he had taken Ichigo by surprise Hitsugaya sat back in his chair again and chuckled. The sound was so foreign on lips that Ichigo had to do a double take just to make sure that the sound had come from him and not someone else hidden in the office.

'My turn.' His eyes flashed wickedly and Ichigo gulped uncomfortably.

'Tell me everything about yourself.' He asked casually and Ichigo's mouth fell to the floor.

'That's not fair.'

'Hmm?'

'That's like… that's going to give you way more information than I got from you.' Ichigo pouted as Hitsugaya chuckled.

'Ichigo it is not my fault you lack the understanding of asking proper open questions.' Ichigo continued to pout, his puppy dog eyes melting away the façade that was Toshiro Hitsugaya. However his boss simply shook his head, not falling for this trick and waved for him to continue.

'Fine,' Ichigo growled in defeat and began to recount how he'd grown up, his family and his friends back home. He mentioned briefly about his mother passing away when he was young and thought he saw a flash of sympathy pass across the usually stoic visage of his boss, however in a blink of an eye it was gone. Once he was done with all the basics Hitsugaya nodded his approval at the lengthy answer he had received from his question.

'Next question,' he mused bringing the tip of his thumb up to bite on it lightly as he contemplated. The movement would have been very sexual had Ichigo not been so horribly annoyed at how this game of his had backfired.

'Describe your sexual preferences and why.' He asked and Ichigo groaned at this new question. They were so well worded and demanded so much information.

'This isn't fair.' He groaned in defeat and brought his head down on top of the desk. He heard that familiar chuckle and looked up to see a sparkle of mischief in his boss's eyes.

'Come now Ichigo this was your game, I expect you to finish it.' Now that Ichigo looked at him, his boss seemed a lot happier and more relaxed than he had when he first walked into his office and offered this silly challenge. If anything at least that was worth something to the strawberry blond, who enjoyed seeing him smile and chuckle instead of looking sad and defeated.

'Fine.' He grumbled and sat back up, nice and straight this time relaxing back into his chair. 'It's a hard question for me to answer because I'm not even sure myself.' He felt his boss's eyes dancing across his own face and felt heat rise up his neck and spread across his face. 'I've been with a girl once but it… didn't feel right.' Curse his heated cheeks, he was now sure his face was matching his hair under his boss's scrutinizing gaze. 'Oddly enough I've only really found myself attracted to men.' He should have said 'man' but didn't want to draw attention to the fact it was only one man he'd ever lusted after in his life and it just so happened to be the very man sitting across the table from him.

When he snuck a look at Hitsugaya out the corner of his eye he noticed that his teal eyes were staring off into the distance, a slight smile to his lips as he swirled absentmindedly in his chair. Ichigo wanted to know the reason behind that smile so much, there was so much more he wanted to ask now that he'd realised the wording of the questions was important. Without a word Hitsugaya stood up and pulled his blazer jacket off the back of his chair and onto his shoulders as if he were getting ready to leave, he'd taken his car keys out of his pocket too. Ichigo watched him curiously, he still had one question to ask.

'My last question will be a closed one,' he mused as he watched Ichigo stand up from his chair and stare at him.

He walked around the desk so that he was standing close to Ichigo who was staring down at the man, his eyes locked into those deep teal pools and his mouth slightly ajar at their proximity.

'Have you thought about fucking me across this desk?'

The question was so unexpected… so out of the blue… so damn true that Ichigo's face completely gave away the answer before he ever had the chance to splutter something coherent out. 'N-No!' He quickly gasped and he saw Hitsugaya smirk, the movement was playful and teasing and once again left Ichigo feeling the need to kiss it off his face.

'You promised to be honest.' He commented back, his voice laced with a teasing tone.

Ichigo looked straight down at his feet which shuffled uncomfortably on the floor under his body.

'Yes.' He finally groaned and refused to look his boss in the eyes. Now he knew, oh god why on earth did he think that this game was good idea? He'd not be able to show face tomorrow at work at all. He felt mortified and all because he wanted to get to know the prodigy better, this plan had totally backfired on him.

With a chuckle the smaller man walked towards the door to exit the office, picking up his laptop bag as he went. Ichigo had to redeem himself he needed to finish still on a high with this game. He turned around just as Hitsugaya was about to close the door behind him and quickly called.

'Wait sir, can I ask you one more question?'

'You just did.' Snap the door closed behind him and he was gone. Leaving Ichigo mentally cursing his own stupidity. He could see now why this little legend had become a powerful business man, he certainly knew how to play games and he was a very quick thinker.

'Damn that smug little bastard.' Ichigo fumed, how the hell was he meant to face him tomorrow?

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