*DISCLAIMER* I only plan on posting this once unlike what I did with Caught In The Middle. So here it is, all credit for Katekyo Hitman Reborn belongs to the lovely Akira Amano-san. This applies to any other chapters of Trust Issues.

I remember what happened all too vividly. The day seemed to drag on thanks to the suffocating workload. I basically dragged myself back home at the end of the day. Fortunately, I knew what would be waiting for me when I got back, or so I thought. At the time I was exhilarated to see Giotto. Maybe a boss/worker relationship wouldn't work out in other people's eyes, but I was convinced that we were golden. He loved me, took care of me, provided me with a job working under him, and I did my best to repay the favors.

So, try to imagine my shock when I opened our bedroom door after getting home from my long tiring day. Giotto was in bed with another one of his employees, G, of all people. Giotto looked stunned to see me, and G was nonchalant. I felt a wave of emotions crashing into me. Anger, betrayal, hurt, depression, desperation, and who knew what else. Certainly not me.

Without thinking I took off. I had nothing on me besides the clothes on my back and my wallet. My wallet was almost as empty as I was considering my paycheck was supposed to come in the same day all of this decided to happen. I didn't care much about that at the time. For several hours I wondered through the streets of Italy. I, Daemon Spade, a once renowned businessman, am a heartbroken runaway. I would never have suspected myself to be a tragic romantic, but hey, nobody ever plans for these kinds of things.

I always believed I would be the one doing the heartbreaking. Now, that kind of thinking seemed like a joke. What I was doing currently also seemed like some terrible joke. After a few more hours of walking my exhaustion was at its worst. I crumpled to the ground in a random dirty alleyway. Under normal circumstances my dignity would not allow me to do something like this. However, sleep took a hold of me before I could find the strength to argue against my own decision.

Waking up only served to remind me about the day's earlier events. Or was it yesterday already? Prying my eyes open made me flinch out of surprise. I was no longer residing in the alley. Instead, my body lay on a plush beige couch that was placed in the center of a living room. It was nice and warm in the room, but it bothered me like hell that I had no clue where I'd ended up. Part of me wished I was back in Giotto's embrace. I pushed that thought to the back of my mind as quickly as I could.

I sat up and felt a blanket pulling away from me. Looking down at myself I noticed that I was no longer wearing my business suit. In place of it was a large shirt draped over my body. The hem of the shirt rested just below my knees. Whatever, I would just have to search for my suit. Looking the room over, it was nowhere to be found. Panic sunk in.

Who in their right mind would think it's okay to undress a stranger? Maybe they were afraid of their couch getting dirty, but that was irrelevant. A creak sounded from the back of the room. I snapped my head to attention. I was preparing to complain at the man standing in the entrance of a hallway. The only problem being, the guy was breathtaking. Inevitably my voice caught in my throat.

"Glad to see you're awake. How are you feeling? Do you need anything at the moment?" He asked.

The mystery man had bleached white hair and piercing violet eyes. He was a few inches taller than me, and had a nice build to boot. He wore ripped jeans with a washed out black tank top. His black leather combat boots completed the image. Good looking or not I wasn't about to let him know how I was really feeling. I'm well known for my deception after all.

"Fine. Would you care to tell me why I'm here?"
He scoffed, "Is that the thanks I get for saving you?"
"I hope that question was supposed to be rhetorical." I stood up, letting the blanket fall completely to the floor.
"And here I was going to tell you how I alluring I found you to be."

I met his comment with silence.

"Your hair is an unusual shade of blue. The same could be said for your eyes."
"Flattery won't get you very far, but I suppose some thanks are in order...Thanks for getting me out of the alley, but I can't say that I appreciate the whole changing my clothes part."
"I guess that means you noticed that you aren't wearing anything underneath of that shirt." His cheeks turned a little darker each time he spoke.

...That explained the draft I've been feeling, and that just about decided that it was time for me to leave too, but the unexpected happened. This guy rushed forward to grab my wrist.

"We haven't even exchanged names, and here you are stopping me from leaving. Not to mention you've seen me completely naked without any consent from me." I added a lot of venom to my voice in hopes that he would let go.
"I'm Ran Ichimura. I'm half Japanese, half Italian. I was born and raised in Japan, and moved to Italy a few years back."
"Spade. Daemon Spade." Was my cold clipped response.

Ran went on to apologize about changing my clothes. He said that they looked really dirty so he opted to wash them for me. Before I knew it he did a whole one-eighty, switching conversation topics almost immediately. Hounding me about why I was in the alley was his new objective. Great...

"It's none of your business! I can assure you that much." I huffed in annoyance.
"Was it a breakup?"

My facial expression must have been easy to read because he gained an air of smugness.

"I can comfort you if you want."
"Listen, I don't need your pity. I just need to figure out how I'm going to move past the situation my former lover put me in."

Was he going to force himself on me? Was I going to let him have his way? Honestly, I couldn't be more unsure. Hopefully we'll keep making conversation. Was I that lucky though? No. I haven't even talked to him for thirty minutes, but I'm a sad desperate mess. What a great combination. Ran thought it would mean the world to me if he whispered an apology before pouncing on top of me, and tearing his borrowed shirt from my body.

He pinned my wrists above my head. Then, preceded to pull a pair of handcuffs out of nowhere to keep my wrists in place. Guess he wanted both hands to explore my body. The worst part was that my body was reacting to him. I could feel myself becoming hard, and it made me sick. To add to the mess, Ran turned out to be a complete sadist. Without any warning he stuck four of his fingers right up my ass. What kind of preparation was this? We were both positioned on our sides while he contemplated on how else he could ravage me.

Ran's head was directly across from my hard cock. He began to suck me off while fingering me. I tried biting my tongue to stop myself from making any noise. It was too late for that. I was moaning and pleading for more. Ran was more than happy to oblige my requests. My nipples were nearly as hard as my cock. He lifted his free hand to fondle and pinch at one of my nipples. I was drooling as I waited for more action, hating myself all the way. He removed his fingers from my hole. All of a sudden I felt empty, yearning for more. Well, I wasn't careful for what I wished for because I definitely got it.

Ran pushed a vibrating butt plug up my hole. He strapped the cord around my leg. Pushing me onto my back he turned the vibrator on. My muscles tightened around the vibrator forcing my breathing to become heavier. grinned with pleasure when looking my body over. I was too busy going crazy to notice him pulling his own swelling member out. That was until he shoved it through my hole, vibrator and all. A cry of pain tore through my throat. Ran wasn't all that concerned because he continued to pound into me. Tears were stinging me eyes. I could tell that I was bleeding only due to his slick thrusts.

Unfortunately, Ran had yet to come. He kept going for another five minutes or so. I came somewhere in between. My seed splattered up my chest. Ran shook from his orgasm, coming inside of me. Afterwards, he collapsed right on top of me. There was no tender kiss to seal the deal either. Not that it would make things any better. This experience was absolutely horrible. I missed Giotto more than ever. Being able to crawl back home was my one and only desire right now. Although, I knew that I wouldn't be able to escape from Ran. My body would surely be sore tomorrow, and I wouldn't have the energy to leave. Ran knew it as much as I did.

He whispered one last sentence before passing out cold, "My friends are going to love you."

A shiver ran down my spine. Were he and his 'friends' searching for a fucktoy? Apparently I beat out all the other participants. Unless there were no others to begin with, and I was the first victim...

Author's Note: Alaude hasn't had the chance to show up yet, but that will be happening in the next chapter for anyone that's curious. Also, this is the first time I'm writing a fanfiction from first person point of view. Hopefully it's not too much of a fail.