AN: I find it truly amazing that I am still alive right now! Hopefully I can get up another chapter to get you guys happy again. Don't worry, no misleading limes within this chapter. Pure lemon. I dedicate this chapter to 101! She is the one who helped me think up the idea! Thank you so much! ;) Please try not to get that blood everywhere when you have a nosebleed!Another note, please please please review! I want more reviews than I do subscriptions and story alerts!

Title: Blood Pulse
Author: aenimei
Genre: Romance/Drama
Rating: M ( lemons , language , and violence )
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo x Hitsugaya Toshiro
Warning: AU, extreme lemons, fluff, and much more. Basically smut! Also, maybe some slight OOCness from Hitsu! Not beta'd again. I apologize for the mistakes.
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!

Ichigo couldn't believe it. All of it had been a dream, yet it seemed so real. His body reacted quite odd to the dream, since he woke up with a hard on. He sat there on the edge of the bed, the only sounds heard were the screams of Karin and his father. They always started fights about the dumbest things. Ichigo ran a hand down his face to wipe the sleep off of it and he yawned. The clock read 8 o'clock, which was a perfect time for him to wake up. He knew Hitsugaya would probably be at the café around 4 o'clock. It gave Ichigo enough time to calm himself down about the exciting night he had dream about.

He walked down the stairs silently, his mind thinking about all the things he did to Toshiro. Well, more on what he could've done to him. Damn, why did Karin have to wake him up? He yawned again as he walked into the kitchen. Yuzu popped right out of her chair and rushed to him.

"Ohayo, Ichi-nii! Father made breakfast."

"I can see that." He smiled to her before sitting down himself.

Isshin soon came over with the hot pan, nearly hitting Ichigo in the head. Ichigo growled, but calmed himself down when he saw the plate of food. It was fried eggs, bacon, and potato. Ichigo poked at the food with his fork and gave Isshin's all too perfect food a scowl. No way could his goofy father pull of such a feat of cooking like this.

"Who-"

Karin interrupted him rather quickly.

"Yuzu cooked the eggs and potatoes. The bacon we just had to heat up in the microwave."

"You raided my kitchen?!"

"More like made you breakfast. Just shut up, Ichigo."

Yuzu appeared between the two and pouted.

"Just stop you too! You should be ashamed Ichi-nii!"

Ichigo rolled his eyes and began to munch on his food. Surprisingly, it made him rather happily. Most of the week or so since he left them, he spent his time looking through the little amount of food he had in his fridge. Ichigo known he has spent many hours opening and closing the fridge door, just to make sure that some food item had mysteriously appeared in there. So far, it hadn't happened.

After they left, Ichigo laid down on the couch. His father spent the last few hours after breakfast to scold him about how messy he was. Like he could even talk like that. Yuzu did most of the cleaning and cooking since he was a useless father. Ichigo groaned and picked up the remote for the television.

He surfed through all the nonsense until he came upon a Japanese game show. A man was trying to go through all the obstacles. He remembered how much he loved them when he was younger. He tried growing up a bit after getting out of college, but he had failed. He was the same old Ichigo. Which, in some odd way, Ichigo was fine with. He knew that if he did grow up enough, he would have to get a job and settle down. Ichigo knew that deep down that was never his life. He always wanted to try something different.

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Ichigo wished he had had brought a coat or at least an umbrella. He stood at the cross-walk right before the café and he was already soaked. He didn't see Hitsugaya, but he supposed he could just go inside if it got too cold. Once the light flashed green, Ichigo began to run across the crosswalk. Obviously it wasn't quick enough, since a nice splash of dirty water crashed on his back. Ichigo cursed loudly, flipping off the car who was beginning to park itself near the entrance of the café. Ichigo snarled and began to walk huffily over to the car. Before he could reach it, a familiar white-haired boy stepped out.

Ichigo stopped and Hitsugaya blushed at him from staring. Hitsugaya looked him up and down while the car behind him began to drive off. He turned, but it was too late. The care Toshiro had come in drove away. Ichigo blinked and began to motion for them to go into the tea house. However, Ichigo was interrupted.

"Ichigo! I am so sorry!"

"No problem. I will dry off."

Hitsugaya bowed to him. Ichigo rose an eyebrow at him.

"You got here before me and I was late. Do you live nearby?"

"Uh, just up the hill."

"I would never forgive myself if you get sick. Come on, let's go back and you can change."

'Both of us? What the hell is up with Toshiro? He is acting differently…'

Ichigo shrugged it off, knowing that he probably shouldn't think that much about all of this. I mean, hell, Ichigo got to spend more time with Toshiro. Ichigo loved that! He gave the boy a smirk before nodding and throwing his thumb over his shoulder.

"Should take us about three minutes to get there." Ichigo stated. "You might get wet."

Halfway to his house, Ichigo began to reflect on what he had said earlier. Hitsugaya might get wet, huh? Ichigo's perverted mind had definitely picked up on that. He sighed, staring down at Hitsugaya. He was shuffling through the rain rather gruffly, which seemed rather cute to Ichigo. He stopped smiling and staring at him when Toshiro turned his head to look at him.

"Didn't you watch the weather channel?"

"Huh?"

"The weather channel. Are you deaf?"

Ichigo laughed and rubbed the back of his head nervously.

"Maybe. I guess I should've planned ahead and checked out the weather."

"Yeah…"

Hitsugaya ended it with that, leaving the rest of the walk to his house quite awkward. Ichigo took this time to think up a way to save the rest of the day. He really disliked the thought of Hitsugaya just leaving after they got to his house. Ichigo had screwed up enough and he hated to see himself ruin his one and only chance with Toshiro. Sighing, he fit the small key into the lock and opened the door.

"Well, here we are."

Ichigo slipped his shoes off before bringing himself up into the living room.

"This is your house?"

"Yeah, what's wrong with it?"

"Nothing. It's just… small."

Ichigo was about to laugh, but he remembered how privileged Toshiro really was. He probably lived in some nice apartment. If he had enough for the private car who dropped him off, he should have a good house to live in by himself. Maybe he had maids or something to keep him company. Ichigo scowled at the thought, but Toshiro's expression caught his eye. Toshiro turned to him and smiled cutely. Ichigo's heart started to race.

"I like it Kurosaki."

Ichigo blinked before heading towards the stairs. How awkward.

"Well, uh…" he paused, "That's the living room and there is towels up in the bathroom. Once I am finished, I'll come down and give you a towel to dry off."

With that, Ichigo left Hitsugaya standing near the door of his house. Heading up the stairs, he already heard Hitsugaya moving to his living room and turning the television on. At least he would be distracted for a few minutes.

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Once in the bathroom, Ichigo grasped whatever loose piece of cloth on him and took his shirt off. It was raining so hard now that Ichigo doubt Hitsugaya would even want to head back to the tea house. Damn it all, there went his date. He angrily threw his balled-up shirt on the ground and began to take down his pants. It was only now that he noticed the large bulge protruding out from the rest of his body. Ichigo blushed and looked up at the ceiling before letting his pants drop. He got way too excited in front of Hitsugaya. He would have to calm himself down quickly.

After he rid himself of all his clothes, he grabbed two towels from the cupboard in the bathroom. One was for him and the other for Hitsugaya. He promptly wrapped it around his waist. It was small, but at least he covered his penis and his ass. It was enough coverage for him to walk to his room across the hall without being seen by Hitsugaya. Of course, he really did want him to see him…

Sighing once again, the orange-haired boy opened the door with a nice hard tug. Unknowingly to him, Hitsugaya had begun to grasp and turn the doorknob at the same exact moment. Ichigo began to walk out, but a small body went flying downwards toward his crotch. A pale hand reached out to grasp something to break his fall. Lucky or unlucky for poor Hitsugaya, that thing his hand clung to was Ichigo's towel. Along with himself, the towel went flying with him.

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Well, talk about awkward. Ichigo stood towering above Toshiro. Toshiro's face had stopped right at his penis, which was completely hard. Ichigo gulped, watching Hitsugaya stared at his crotch. He didn't move, or even make an effort to at all. Ichigo was definitely not small by anyone's standards. As guys go, Ichigo was packing. Not only that, but he had killer body. If he couldn't attract anyone with his personality, it was his body that got them hooked.

"I-I-I…uh…"

Ichigo jumped at Hitsugaya's voice. The boy bent over quickly, snatching the towel from his grasps. As much as Ichigo was dying, he knew well Hitsugaya didn't possibly quite understand or even comprehend his feelings. He wrapped the towel around, trying to keep the thought of what just happened out of his mind of what just happened. If that did cross his mind again, he would probably explode.

"I should, uh-" Ichigo squeezed past Toshiro, who was still on the ground staring off into space. "Get… dressed."

Ichigo began to shuffle across the hall, but a hand grasped his forearm. Ichigo spun around, only to see Hitsugaya with his bangs covering his eyes. The first tear dripped out of the corner of Toshiro's eye and dripped off his chin. Ichigo completely spun around and paid his full attention, still allowing the poor boy to cling to him.

"Don't you… don't you understand?"

"… Understand what exactly?"

There was a pause before a hand came flying towards Ichigo's face.

"HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!"

The hand came in contact with his cheek and Ichigo slammed back into the wall behind him. Hitsugaya looked up, tears flowing from his eyes. Ichigo stared at the poor dumbfounded; his only expression was of total realization.

"L-L-Love me?"

"YES! Didn't you catch any of the signs I gave you over those years we've known each other? I mean, high school was low key but you could've guessed it in college! Don't you notice that we take every class together?"

Ichigo blinked. No, he never really did notice that! What else was Ichigo subconsciously not noticing?

"I-I didn't notice Tos-"

Before Ichigo could finish, Toshiro had pressed his body up against his and stuck his own pale and cold lips to his own. Ichigo stood there for a moment, but upon feeling the wetness of Hitsugaya's tongue pressing eagerly against his lips he gave in. In a second, Ichigo was taking over and caressing his hands all over the white, trailing down his back until his hands grasped Hitsugaya's ass. His body went flying towards Ichigo and pressed against his hard crotch. Hitsugaya parted lips and tongues with Ichigo and gasped.

All Ichigo could do was smirk.

AN ; I know! I know! I told everyone I was including the smut in this chapter but I spent too long describing everything else. To make it up, the fourth chapter will be smut. PURE FANTASTIC YAOI FANGASM SMUT! Hope that will bring you back to read the next chapter! XD ^_^ Review and favorite, will 'ya?