Disclaimer: As much as I would love to own the characters, I don't. Both characters are being written in at the legal age for this sort of thing, and I'm not making a penny from it.

Summary: Ichigo starts a new job, but can't stop having dirty thoughts about his attractive new office assistant. Luckily, he's not the only one who can't contain his dirty imagination… VERY GRAPHIC YAOI LEMON. Don't like, don't read. (Ichigo/Ishida) AU

A/N: This is going to be a two part story. It was originally going to be a one shot, but it works out a bit easier to write if I break it up slightly. Enjoy:D

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The Office

Ichigo didn't particularly want to have to get a job just yet, but as uncontrollable situations would dictate, he didn't really have a choice in the matter. Working on finishing his studies was more of a priority, but that would have to be put on hold. Struggling family financial situations had lead him to this particular office block, boring grey suit and the old, crusty coffee percolator positioned on his desk top.

Ichigo didn't particularly want an office assistant either. He was one to simply put his head down and get the work done without wanting to be disturbed. An assistant would be an unnecessary bother that would hold him back. He could get the work done on his own, thank you very much; he certainly didn't need some stranger's help. Besides, he'd have to try and make small talk with whoever it happened to be and he really couldn't be bothered with that either.

He grumbled to himself as he took a seat at the computer of his new office, his shirt and tie causing him to sweat uncomfortably. He pulled his red tie loose, the only splash of colour he'd witnessed thus far, and opened up the top of his shirt, nearly trailing the button off with frustration. He really didn't want to be there. The office room was small and cramped; a cheap plywood table was shoved in the corner, accompanied with a swivel chair which didn't really swivel anymore. Well, it might swivel if he tried, but the damn seat would probably come loose from its hinges if he made any attempt at it.

There were several grey, metallic filing cabinets positioned around the room. Whoever had been imprisoned here last had stuck a picture of some kittens on the drawer of one of them, probably to try and brighten the place up a little. It must have been a long time ago because the colour of the sticker had faded and the corners had curled up. A dead plant, which nobody had bothered to remove, sat on the window ledge next to another filing cabinet. It was brown and shriveled, well beyond saving so there was no point in even trying to water it.

Ichigo sighed loudly and decided to try and engulf himself in work in an attempt to drown out the dull and depressing feel of his new work place, but the smaller table and chair near the door reminded him that he was going to have company soon; his office assistant.

"Great…" he muttered to himself. "Not only am I going to have to sit and try and make conversation with this person, they're late."

He grumbled to himself again as he picked up a handful of papers he would have to read and fill in before presenting them to his new boss before he went home. Angrily, he flung open the drawer of his table and rummaged about for a pen. His father and sisters had better appreciate the sacrifice he was making for them.

The door flung open suddenly, breaking Ichigo's concentration, and curiosity caused him to look up. He was pleasantly surprised by what he saw, although he'd never admit it of course.

"Sorry I'm late," a young man, around the same age as Ichigo, exclaimed as he came through the door. "I'm not really a big fan of mornings. I could make up some excuse like 'I locked myself out of the house' or 'I ran over the neighbour's dog' but I won't lie."

Ichigo was surprised by the fact he wasn't wearing a suit, instead choosing to wear casual clothes. How can he get away with that? Ichigo was sure that during his training week, the supervisors had emphasised the importance of wearing professional clothes in the work place and that casual items would not be tolerated. So then how could he get away with wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans that hung so low on his hips, you could clearly see his ass cleavage? Not that Ichigo was intentionally looking or anything, it was just right there… right in front of his face. He couldn't not notice, or at least that's what he told himself and he almost believed it. He couldn't deny one thing though; his office assistant had a rather nice ass.

"I'm Ishida Uryuu," the young man said as he sat down, brushed his jet-black bangs away from his face and adjusted his glasses. "You must be Kurosaki Ichigo, and we're going to be spending a lot of time together in this office."

"Um… yeah," Ichigo stated, still taken aback by the appearance of his assistant. Despite his slightly nerdy exterior, he was hot… very hot…in a sort of in a sexy male librarian kind of way. At least there was going to be something nice to look at in this dull, ugly office. He made a mental note there and then to never admit that to anyone though, especially not Ishida. He still just wanted to get on with his work, and this guy was going to be even more of a distraction than he previously thought. It would be best to try and ignore him if he wanted to get these papers finished.

"What do you want me to do?" his attractive young assistant asked, sitting up straight and glancing over towards him.

Quite a few things passed through Ichigo's mind regarding what he'd like Ishida to do, but he quickly shook the thoughts from his head, but not before his face began to glow a not very subtle shade of red.

"I don't know… um… just file those papers over there or something," Ichigo mumbled, pointing to a pile of papers sitting on top of the filing cabinet in front of him, the entire time keeping his face down to try and conceal his burning cheeks.

"Why couldn't they have given me a really ugly office assistant, or a really old one?" Ichigo thought to himself, feeling slightly embarrassed for developing a crush on a co-worker, especially on his first day and when he'd only just meet the guy.

"As you wish," Ishida smiled suggestively and stood up from his desk, catching another quick glimpse of Ichigo's chocolate coloured eyes, but the other man quickly looked away, forcing his focus to remain on the papers in front of him.

"This is stupid, so fucking stupid!" Ichigo thought to himself as his cheeks started to glow even redder. "This is like being in high school or something. I'm an adult dammit! Why can't I stop acting like such an idiot in front of this guy? He must think I'm a total freak."

Ichigo tried once again to focus on the papers and remembered he still didn't have a pen. Before he could return to rummaging about in the drawer, Ishida was standing right in front of him, blocking his view of anything else in the room, and quite deliberately too…

"Is this what you're looking for?" he asked, using one hand to balance as he leaned over the desk, and using his free hand to dangle a pen in front of Ichigo's face.

Ichigo shot up, but soon remembered the colour of his very embarrassed cheeks, and quickly looked down to the floor, faster than he had shot up from being hunched over the papers. He was starting to feel even more hot and uncomfortable in his formal work clothes, the sweat starting to really irritate him.

"Yeah… thanks," he mumbled, and quickly took the pen from the other man's hand. This was ridiculous; he HAD to stop making a fool of himself in front of this handsome young stranger. But he couldn't help but sense that his new assistant was kind of enjoying his discomfort, and deliberately trying to make it worse.

Just as soon as he had appeared in front of Ichigo, Ishida had switched his attention to the filing cabinet and started to try and sort out the disorganised pile of paper. He smiled to himself as he caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye of Ichigo staring at his ass. He wasn't concentrating on filling out the forms at all; his focus was completely on his assistant's scantily clad rear.

"The bastard… he's doing that deliberately!" Ichigo thought to himself, still unable to look away. "There are so many other places where he could stand where I wouldn't have any view of his ass whatsoever! Still, it's a nice sight though…"

It wasn't long before Ishida 'accidentally' dropped a few sheets of paper and had to bend down to pick them up. As he leant forward, the top of his jeans pulled back to reveal more of his ass cleavage.

"Is he going… commando?" Ichigo thought, his eyes nearly popping from their sockets. What a beautiful sight it was! Ishida was slender, and his ass was firm and perfectly formed. The casual shirt he was wearing only barely skimmed the top of his jeans as he stood up again. Ichigo felt his cheeks burning up for a second time. He knew he should be concentrating on finishing the work he was meant to do, he wasn't being paid to have dirty thoughts about his co-worker, however attractive that co-worker happened to be.

"Are you enjoying the sight?" Ishida smiled seductively as he turned around to look at Ichigo.

"WHAT?" He caught the other man by surprise. Ichigo gasped, nearly falling from his chair. Luckily he managed to grab hold of the table before he ended up on the ground. "I was looking at nothing only these papers!" He gulped, but he knew he'd been caught staring. By now his face had turned so red that it almost matched the tie he was wearing.

"I can wear my jeans even lower tomorrow if you want." Ishida stated matter of factly, as he adjusted his glasses once again; not removing his gaze from the other man's seemingly terrified eyes, his expression serious.

"No! Do you think I'm a pervert or something?" Ichigo gulped again, wishing that the ground would open and swallow him up. "I…I…I don't want to stare at your ass cleavage, I want to get this work done so I don't get fired on my first day!"

Ishida smiled at him again, before picking up the pile of papers and slowly returning to his desk, making sure Ichigo could get another clear view of his behind before he sat down.

"Then I'll just sit here for the rest of the day," he stated, the same slight, seductive smile spread across his features. "Good luck with those papers."

Ichigo tried to get back to filling in the forms, but his concentration was shattered. All he could think about was how hot his assistant's ass looked in those very tight, low cut jeans. He wished Ishida was still standing in front of him sorting out those papers; his behind was a much more pleasing sight than the dead plant and the crack in the wall above the window, which he was staring at now instead.

"No! Concentrate Ichigo! You have to get these papers done if you don't want your new boss to label you as a slacker," he thought to himself, and desperately tried to read the opening paragraph, but it was as dull as they grey suit he had been forced to wear. Slowly his mind slipped back to Ishida and he couldn't resist looking up to see what the other man was doing.

His assistant was typing away on his computer, his eyes fixated on the screen.

"I wonder what he'd look like naked…" Ichigo mused to himself, lost in his daydream as he watched Ishida's hands glide across the keyboard, and his serious expression as he concentrated on what he was typing. He felt himself starting to melt. The guy was beautiful.

Suddenly Ishida looked over towards Ichigo, who was still lost in his daydream, and smiled at the other man, locking eyes with him for a brief second. Discovering he had been caught staring AGAIN, Ichigo quickly looked back at his papers and cursed himself for making it so obvious! He knew that having an assistant would be distracting, but he never thought it would be this bad!

He noticed a grin on his assistant's face when he returned to his typing.

"He's really enjoying this… making me squirm!" Ichigo thought angrily to himself. "Maybe if I ignore him, then he'll get bored and go away?" In theory, a great idea, but he knew he simply couldn't ignore his assistant, it was an impossible task. He was starting to become very frustrated by the effect this other man was having on him, and he seemed to have no control his reactions, especially the various shades of red his cheeks were turning. Since when did he become this weak, like a 12 year old girl experiencing a crush for the first time?

Before he could get back to work, he noticed a flashing envelope appear in the corner of his computer screen.

"An email? Who from?" Ichigo deliberated as he clicked on the flashing icon.

I think you'd look really hot naked.

- Ishida xx

Ichigo felt his cheeks burning again as he looked up at the other man, his patience starting to wear a little thin. His assistant didn't look at him, instead covering his mouth with his hand to prevent himself from giggling out loud.

"Ignore him! Ignore him!" Ichigo thought and forced himself to get back to work.

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Several hours had passed and he'd only managed to read and fill out one and a half pages. Lunch time came and went, but he still couldn't concentrate properly on what he was meant to be doing.

"How can one guy have such an effect on me?" Ichigo thought. "This has never happened before. It's like I just can't take my eyes off him and he knows it! What's worse is that he encourages it and he seems to LIKE it when I get embarrassed! I'm not going to last a week in this place at this rate before I get fired."

He took his jacket off, after he returned from a short break, and hung it over the back of the chair in the office, before sitting back down in front of the computer and glancing at his watch.

"Shit!!! It's 5pm, I was supposed to have these papers finished and given to my boss at 5.30pm before I go home. I'm not even half way through!" Ichigo felt himself start to panic, but was relieved that Ishida had gone home early, so no more distractions. The whole day had consisted of him staring at the other man, drooling a little, having dirty thoughts, then becoming embarrassed when Ishida caught him looking… and drooling. The whole thing had put him in a bad mood because he had no control over his actions; it was almost like he was a puppet being controlled by Ishida Uryuu.

Ichigo began to write furiously, even if he got these papers all filled out, he'd never find the time to sit and type them up on the computer. Where did the time go today? Surely he hadn't been distracted that badly by his assistant!

"Hello Ichigo, I hope your first day has gone well. I just thought I'd check up on you and see how you're getting on with those papers," a familiar voice sounded from nowhere as they opened the door of the office and peered in. It was Ichigo's new boss.

"I'm not finished yet sir!" Ichigo blurted out, his forehead starting to sweat as he scribbled as fast as he could. "But I'll stay behind and do some overtime and I'll have these on your desk first thing tomorrow, complete with an email of the typed up version!"

"You better," the dark haired man stated. "It shouldn't have taken you all day to get those read, filled in, typed up and filed away. You even had an office assistant to help you. Anyway, leave through the back door and remember to lock it after yourself please. Everyone else will have gone home and you'll be on your own." He shut the door and left.

"Damn fucking office assistant," Ichigo hissed through gritted teeth. "This is his fault! Now my boss thinks I'm an idiot!"

An hour passed and the building slowly emptied of people, leaving Ichigo behind to finish off the work he should have finished off much earlier in the day. At least he was nearly done; just a few more sheets then he could start typing it up. The early morning start began to take effect as his eyes started to fill with sleep. He wasn't normally the punctual type, but he wanted to make a good impression on his first day by getting there early. Reading, then filling out the necessary boxes at the bottom was tedious work and his brain was ready to shut down.

"I'll take a few minutes rest, and then I'll get back to this," Ichigo thought, a yawn escaping from his mouth. As he rested his head in his arms against the table, thoughts of his attractive office assistant flooded back into his mind.

His eyes flickered closed as he became more engulfed by his daydream. Ishida slowly walked towards him, wearing nothing but a shirt. Their eyes locked as his hot assistant undid each button slowly, sliding the shirt off effortlessly, tossing it to the ground to reveal a slender, but well-toned body underneath.

He imagined Ishida's seductive smile spreading across his face, his unusual blue eyes piercing his own before launching in for a deep, hungry kiss, their tongues entwining as the attractive assistant sat down on his knee, almost straddling him. He visualized Ishida's hands exploring his body underneath his shirt as they fought for dominance over the kiss. He could almost feel those hands touching him, running along the muscles of his chest and stomach, fingering his erect nipples and working lower and lower to where he wanted them to be.

His rather satisfying daydream was disrupted when he felt someone shake his shoulder roughly. His vision of Ishida completely naked, straddling him, with his tongue deep inside his mouth quickly vanished from his mind. He wasn't happy.

"What's your problem? Can't you see I have work to do? Go away…" Ichigo yelled, jumping up from his position on the table, but failing to realise who it was standing beside him.

"I'm not the one with the problem…"

He recognised the voice immediately.

"What? Ishida! I thought you went home!" Ichigo cried, not discovering right away the hot sensation in his crotch area.

"I didn't go home. I was waiting until everyone else left so I could have you all to myself... and it looks like you could use my help," his assistant giggled slightly and pointed towards the other man's hardening erection.

"SHIT!!!" Ichigo screamed, his cheeks burning up even worse than before. This wasn't real… it wasn't happening! He had never been so embarrassed before in his life! Why did he take this stupid job in the first place? If he'd just taken the lower paid job in the bakery then he wouldn't be in this mess! He wouldn't have met Ishida and therefore he could have been able to get on with everyday life, without the hindrance of this damn infatuation!

"Relax Ichigo; this little problem can be… corrected. I'll help you out!" Ishida grinned.

"What?"

"I said I'll help you out, so unzip your trousers."

"WHAT??"

"You heard me. Come on, you've been thinking about this all day. I know you have, so just give in and we can have some fun. Everybody's gone home and we're here all by ourselves. I think we should make the most of it."

End of part one

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Thanks for reading this chapter, I hope you enjoyed it. The next, and final installment, will be nothing but a graphic, smutty lemon, consisting of hot forbidden office sex, possibly with a bit of bondage thrown in. But that depends on whether you want that or not, so please review and let me know if you want me to continue. Any suggestions, constructive criticism, etc, are always appreciated. If people want to read this then I promise I will update and finish it off.

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