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Warnings: Rating is for violence, sexual content, and mature themes that are not recommended for the younger audience. This story, as you might have guess have themes of yaoi or boy-love, deal with it accordingly, please.

Author's Note: Ciao, dear readers! I still have one more test to go through but I am infinitely better now as opposed to the past couple weeks. It helped that it snowed so bad that I can't go out today, but here's your update! Thank you for being here and for your continuous support, happy reading!

Chapter 10: Alaude

No Opinion

Alaude sat, his legs crossed as his chin rested in his fist, eyes out the window. He watched as the mansion that he had called his home for the past weeks or so, disappeared as the coach continued its way down the hill. His gaze never left the window, looking at his own reflection from time to time, or paying attention to the quiet Italian country road. To be quite frank, neither was relevant to his interest. He was just doing what he could to avoid looking at the man sitting across from him. The skylark didn't have to look to know that the other was staring at him the way he always had in the past, with that same intensity. It was as if this man would never stop looking at him that way no matter what their circumstance may be.

What their circumstances may be wasn't clear to the sandy blonde. Nothing was straightforward with Cavallone. All he knew for sure was that the two of them were engaged in some sort of a physical relationship. Alaude had never connected with people before. He had always been alone, and he had been convinced that he didn't need anyone else. Being the leader of CEDEF set his fate on stone. There was no way he could even take a wife and start a family, it was part of his job description not to. They were a liability, a means to get to him when enemies were desperate enough—and trust him, they were. Not that he would have taken a lover if he had a choice, he had never met anyone who had been able to catch his attention well enough to hold it.

That was until he met Cavallone. The man had made his way into his life, persistence as terrible as the skylark's stubbornness. He didn't understand the way the don was, defying all of his expectations and doing the most unreasonable things. Alaude had shut him out, but he would always come back. His coldness was never met with such warmth and kindness, not even with Giotto and the rest of the Vongola. Cavallone had treated him like no one else did before—perhaps… just maybe he wasn't lying when he had said that he could see through Alaude. It might be the case that the dark-haired man was truly the only one who understood him, even better than he understood himself. That or all the crap he had been spouting was nothing but self-fulfilling prophecies that made him think that he had no choice in the matter. But at that point, did it really matter? The skylark was contented with how things were.

Alaude knew that they had, wasn't love, but it was something that they both needed. They were each other's outputs. With Cavallone, he didn't need to hold back, he didn't have to hide anything. It was the same the other way around. There was no such thing as shame in between the both of them. Thinking about this though, made him uneasy. He felt like he was going to be sick, his stomach always churning uncontrollably. His head felt light already, and his heart wouldn't stop hammering against his chest.

"Allodola." The blonde in front of him called. Oh, that was right. Cavallone wasn't that 'dark-haired man' any longer. In his stay with the famiglia, he had learned that the don was originally a spy—much like Alaude himself. Because of his background, the don had always been wary of his identity, so he did his best to protect it—which would explain why nobody knew anything about him before. A part of his paranoid nature was to change his looks, so instead of his natural black hair, he had dyed it gold. He still wasn't too sure about the Vongola though the famiglia had given their word of peace. He looked... different with blonde hair. The older man asked with a smile, "What's the matter?"

The skylark that time turned to meet those same caramel mocha eyes. How in the world this man was able to read his blank facial expressions was a wonder. But Cavallone had always been able to read him like an open book even if he wasn't too sure himself. He shook his head, dismissing the subject. The older blonde smiled sadly, reaching to run the back of his hand against the skylark's face. Alaude unconsciously leaned into the touch, muttering, "I don't have to tell you how to behave properly, do I?"

The don chuckled, leaning forward now to close up the small gap between them. "I have been in other famiglia meeting before you know… although, you weren't in any of them. I don't know how long I could keep my hands off you."

Alaude caught the hand touching him in his own. The skylark smirked, before he leaned forward, careful not to hit his head as he pressed his lips against the other. In an instant, Cavallone was kissing him, nibbling at his lips. He opened the other's mouth with his own, teasing before he delved his tongue right in. It was a familiar sensual dance then, between the two of them. They moved frantically, trying to invade as the other would allow… but Alaude held out. He pulled away abruptly, earning a grunt of protest from the blonde in front of him. A bit out of breath, he whispered to the other, "That should be enough to keep you in line for the day."

Cavallone chuckled again, just as the carriage came into a stop. Alaude was able to see the familiar Vongola base outside. The door was opened for them and as the don stepped out, he muttered just loud enough for the skylark to hear, "Bad idea. You know I love it when you take charge."

"Behave." Alaude reprimanded as he got out of the coach as well. The two of them took in the impressive castle-like structure of the Vongola base: white-walled, with blue rooftops. If you ask the skylark, it was pretty much like a reflection of Giotto himself. The atmosphere was the same as always, calm and peaceful. It was almost as if they weren't welcoming the boss of the family that had been terrorizing them the past couple of months. It was probably Vongola Primo's idea to meet Cavallone with peace and welcome him to their home… despite the obvious disagreement of G. Looking over at the blonde before him, the skylark made his way through the doors, rapping his fist against the wood.

"Alaude…" The green haired brat greeted as he opened the door. The said man heard Cavallone behind him give an exaggerated snort at the mention of the name. That caught the lord's attention, expression turning cold. "So it is true… you had turned your back on us. How could you? Primo—"

"Lampo." A stern—annoyed, was more like it—voice called from the stairs behind the young man. The sandy blonde didn't even flinch, still wearing that same 'I hate all of you' look on his face. The other man behind him was observing and taking in all of his surroundings, an old habit that stuck with him through the years of information gathering. The first guardian glared at the red-haired man now approaching before retreating. "I apologize for that. He doesn't get the point of peace talks. Anyways, come with me, he's waiting."

Alaude turned to look at Cavallone before they both followed G into the mansion. On their way to the meeting room, they passed through the other guardians who wore all the same empty expression. If the skylark knew them, it was probably because all of them disagreed with this idea but Primo himself. Anything that involved the leader of the Intelligence Department and some other mafia don could only be bad news, after all. How could he blame them? Cavallone had been surprisingly quiet, his sharp eyes taking in anything and everything. The sandy blonde would commend him for being one step ahead: in case this talk went south, he could always go for an attack now that he knew the mansion.

They were led into an unfamiliar room to Alaude. He had never seen the briefing room before, and like everything else in this house, it was ostentatiously intricate with matching white and gold décor. Giotto stood from where he had been waiting, smiling warmly at the both of them. The sandy blonde gave a curt nod as greeting. The Vongola's leader spoke first, extending a hand to his other guest, "Cavallone Primo, I'm assuming."

"Vongola Primo." Cavallone smoothly greeted, giving his handshake.

"Please call me Giotto." The leader of the Vongola insisted, ushering the both of them to sit while he took his place across from them. With the way these two bosses were, Alaude had a feeling that this was the beginning of a really long talk.

Apparently, there was a lot more to the discussion than just the alliance itself. The two droned on and on throughout the day like new friends trying to get to know each other. Alaude thought darkly to himself that he should have just left the two alone in their private time because he had heard both stories from each side before. Therefore, he sat there as an accessory. He was probably there as a neutral party, if he had to guess. Since he had no allegiance to either Vongola or Cavallone, he could intervene if he needed to. It didn't seem like he needed to, however, these two had no intention at all to fight nor did they have even one disagreement throughout the whole day. He grew bored about halfway through. Though, he was aware of both looks he was getting from the two dons. One of curiosity and the other of mischief, the latter making him feel uncomfortable.

But like the good citizen that he was, he stuck with the two of them throughout the entire thing. When it was finally too late to keep going, Vongola offered Cavallone a room to stay in for the night if he wished. Since the two bosses were now good friends and the talk seemed to have a continuation come morning, Cavallone immediately agreed. That was the reason now why Alaude was walking up the stairs to the guest rooms with Cavallone on tow. He hadn't said a word to the man since that morning—actually, he hadn't spoken at all since.

The trip had been pretty quiet up until the point when Cavallone grabbed the skylark, pinning him against the wall. The sandy blonde stared emptily at the man before him, his body lax, partly leaning against the other's after his warmth. "Allodola… what's the matter? Does this whole alliance thing upset you?"

"I have no opinion about it. I don't care about any of it so long as it stops more trouble from spilling to my streets." He reasoned, and Alaude was certain he had spoken those very words to this man before. Did he not get that the reason he was even here was because it was part of his job to invigilate? He was just here to keep peace and whatever went on with the talks were none of his concerns. They both knew that.

Cavallone chuckled, leaning in closer, "Good. Now… where were we this morning?"

Alaude smirked before his lips were instantly covered with the other's. Cavallone's hand found their old place on either side of his hips, steps memorized from countless encounters before. Their rocking hips joined in with the rhythm of their kiss, rough and demanding. The way they touched each other had always been as if it were the last chance they would have to do so. The skylark let out a moan, feeling the air being sucked right out of him as their tongues and lips fought to taste more of each other. The sandy blonde ran his hands through the other's locks, still feathery soft despite all the things he had done to make each hair the color of the noon sun. He pulled on him, drawing their mouths closer as he longed to breathe. Alaude thought that it would be okay if he breathed Cavallone. He would feel fine replacing air with this man's taste… his scent and the way his body felt. He had never felt so comfortable in his life than here in this man's arms.

"Uh… ex—excuse me! May… may I p-pass?!" A voice suddenly pulled them away from each other, like magnets switching poles. The skylark glared at the green haired brat who stood flushed on the other side of the narrow stairway. He cursed the stupidity of the architecture of this house and the brat. He was half step from biting this trash to the afterlife. The only thing that stopped him was Cavallone who laced their hands together, and moved to his side by the wall to make enough room for the brat.

"Pardon us." Cavallone tried to apologize, but even then his voice was rather deep and husky. The green haired bastard couldn't look at them, or even reply as he just ran out of sight. The blonde chuckled, lifting his chin up to meet his glance. Alaude was angry, which was really an understatement. If he didn't have a problem where his erection was concerned, he would have chased after that brat and killed him for what he did. The man before him though, seemingly able to read his mind, muttered against his ears suggestively, "That's not his fault. So I say we continue this somewhere more private, hm, allodola?"

He didn't know when they had moved into the bed. To be honest, he just didn't know how they even made it to a room the way they kissed each other so desperately. For a moment, the other just stared at him as if he was a display in the museum, before continuing where he left off. Cavallone kissed the skin of his neck, nipping a particularly sensitive spot. The moan that escaped Alaude as a response was unrestricted, making him buck up to rub against the other. A shiver ran up his spine when the other muttered to him, "Sing for me."