The First Generation of Romance

2. The Second Time he Confessed

Walking around town, guardians of the Vongola often ran in to each other. That fact relayed an accident waiting to happen, for one day, as Daemon Spade was walking about town, he came upon the Cloud guardian, and time began to tick faster. The blonde watched for a moment, surveyed his body, then stepped up much too close, and placed his hand on Spade's shoulder.

"Come with me," he ordered. "Come with me so that we can be happy together."

"I have a girlfriend," Spade stressed. "A woman who I plan to one day marry. Don't you get it? I'm straight!"

"Pfft. I'd rather call you 'gayt,'" Alaude snickered. "Although, the real term would be bisexual, hm?"

Spade glared at the blonde guardian, and pushed him back. "All right, Alaude, what is it that you see in me? Why me?"

"Already forget from the meeting?" Alaude sighed. "I find you to be a serious turn-on for me."

"Alaude, please. This is a public place," Daemon said. "Have you NO shame?"

"Explain this 'shame' to me," the Cloud requested, folding his arms. Spade was dumbstruck.

"How do you not even know what it means to be shameful?" he groaned. "Ugh... maybe you're just... not right in the head."

"I understood that, Spade," Alaude muttered. He then took the other's arm, and began to drag him away, not caring about the protests. "Spade...," Alaude murmured as they walked through town. "I can be as sexy as you when I try. You better be careful... I might seduce you when your not looking," Alaude hissed, his fingers digging into the supposedly straight man's wrist. "Just wait... I will have you... I will take you... make you mine..."

"Alaude, stop it!" Spade snarled, tearing his arm from the police officer's grip. He then paused, and groaned, smacking his forehead when he saw the cuff around his wrist. "Let me go," he ordered, glaring at Alaude with deep, blue eyes.

Alaude held up his hand, and made a show of being cuffed to Spade by yanking him closer, letting the body fall on his chest, where he wanted it. "I love you, Spade," he hissed, entangling his free hand in the other's hair. "You make me so hot..."

"Alaude!" Spade shouted, suppressing the blush that had started on his cheeks. "Seriously!"

The other man chuckled, and made a long stroke down Daemon's backside. "I love it when you call out my name like that," he replied, his voice low and seductive.

Spade continued to thrash about in the other's grip, before it began to catch people's attention, and Alaude wanted to go somewhere more secluded. The Cloud dragged Spade all the way back to his apartment, Spade fighting the entire time, and Alaude pulled him into the small place. The two men headed into what must've been Alaude's room, and the Cloud guardian immediately shoved Spade on to the bed. "Alaude- what the hell?" Spade growled as the cuff on Alaude's wrist was moved to his own. With his hands linked behind his back, he said, "I'm NOT intrested!"

"That's good," Alaude said, starting to unbutton his jacket. "I'd get bored if you submitted to me easily." Spade watched as the jacket fell off of Alaude's shoulders on to the ground, then forced his eyes away when the other lifted his shirt up over his head. "Look at me, Spade. It can't be that you're turned on already? You haven't been seriously resisting at all up until now, and I've been letting it pass by. But if you let me do what I intend to without much of a struggle, I'm going to keep you as my own personal prisoner, because you're starting to look like an adulterer."

"This is all you- I'm not doing any of this!" Spade protested. "I can't move!"

"I can go all the way then," Alaude hissed, his blue eyes glinting dangerously as he hovered halfway over the other male. "I can claim you like the dirty man you are, Spade... what would she think of you then?"

"Don't screw around with me and Elena!" Spade protested. "You're interfering with true love, you know that?"

"By fighting me, I believe that you're the one interfering with true love, Spade," the Cloud replied, coming up close and meeting their lips together. The blonde almost backed out immediately out of self-inflicted suprise at the action, but he soon found his boldness, and deepened the kiss by pushing Spade down all the way. Alaude's cold hands caressed Spade's face, playing with the double part that ran within his hair and pulling out the ponytail that kept his hair up. By then, he had his crush blushing, and he was thoroughly enjoying the nervousness etched over Spade's face. "Of course, this isn't 'true love' as much as 'love as first sight,' huh?" he sighed. "Sorry. My bad. I don't believe in your fantasy romances, so I'm bound to get them confused."

"Let me go," Spade breathed, shutting his eyes tightly. "Alaude, please... don't do this to me..."

Alaude stared at the face that was scrunched up in anxiety, and listened to the timid breath flowing past Spade's soft lips. He could feel the body trembling beneath him, and could almost smell Spade's fear as he hovered just above the other's face. His hand brushed over the warm cheek again, and he sighed, before resting his head on the Mist's chest. Of course, Alaude had morals- if he didn't, he wouldn't be a policeman. But Spade was just so damned beautiful.

So damned beautiful... and straight.

"You're frustrating," the blonde murmured, before taking a deep breath so that he could inhale the other's sweet, yet gentle scent. "I can't help but lose control around you, Spade..." Alaude then bit his lip, and thought for a moment. If he said much more, he'd be giving too much away. He didn't want Spade to think badly of him, after all. He just couldn't help himself. "What is it about her that I don't have?" he murmured, doing his best to maintain a non-sensual act while he tried to get information out of Spade.

"She's beautiful, friendly, reasonable, kind, modest and gentle," Spade said bitterly. "She's like a rose."

"Thorns?" Alaude couldn't help but ask.

"Dethorned," Daemon replied.

"I see."

"... She's a woman."

"Indeed," Alaude answered. Even though it tore him up inside every time Spade said anything about his girlfriend, Alaude just had to hear the differences between him and her in order for him to at least have a little peace of mind. He stood, and murmured, "Spade...?"

"Yes?"

"Do I have a chance?" Alaude asked. "If I do... I might let you go."

"You don't," Spade said flatly. "As of right now, I'm completely disgusted by you. You're the opposite of what I want for a lover. Dead opposite."

"I'm sorry," the Cloud murmured. Alaude got himself on to the bed and lied his body over Spade's, sighing peacefully as he reset his head on the other's chest. Just lying their brought him a little piece of mind, even though a certain hardness in his trousers kept him uncomfortable. "I'm sorry, Ace."

"You can't call me that," Spade muttered. "Never call me that."

As Alaude got off the bed, he had a million things he wanted to tell his crush. But he settled for, "I'll let you go today, but I won't give up." After doing so, he pulled the other man up into a sitting position, and leaned in, before biting down on his neck, and nursing on the skin until he'd made a dark mark. "And make sure your dear Elena knows who gave you this," he hissed. "The next time you two get in bed together... she'll want to do it, and you'll think of me... You'll say you're tired, but she'll persist. Finally, you give in, but as she takes the shirt off from your pale, smooth body, she'll see that mark. She'll ask about it, ask you if you've been with another, and you'll shake your head, and whisper, 'No, my dear El, I got this mark from a man. A handsome man who loves me more than you do. But! In light of recent events, we can still have sex!'"

When the line came to a close, Daemon was looking at the Cloud guardian with horror. "You bastard, she'll be heartbroken!" he said. Alaude frowned, and kissed the other man on the cheek.

"Hush. I almost took you whole today, Spade... be glad I didn't. I'll miss you. I'll dream of you tonight... and I'll pray to see you soon. To see your tough, masculine face staring at me with such a delicious expression... Just one more kiss, you sexy man," Alaude hissed, before crashing his lips into the other's, his fingers running up and down the other's back as he felt the muscle beneath his clothes. The officer just couldn't control himself. Spade reminded him of a certain romance novel he'd read as a child, a novel that had a character on whom Alaude had based all of his romantic specifications. Spade met those specifications perfectly, exceeded them, in fact, and Alaude, having never seen anyone else who had suited his tastes, couldn't possibly let the other go.

Alaude parted from the other man, and, disguising the pain he felt, Alaude uncuffed him, and stepped aside. Immediately, Spade scrambled to his feet, glared at the blonde one last time, and ran out of the apartment before the officer even had a second to change his mind. But Alaude just waited for the slam of the door, the sound that would prove to him that Spade truly wanted nothing to do with him.

The sound of disappointment and frustration.

SLAM.

And it was done.

Alaude walked over and sat down on the bed, getting his shirt back on. "I shouldn't have let him go," he sighed. "I'll bet I never catch him again..."

Later...

"Hey, Ace, dear..."

"Fufu, yes, El?"

"What do you say we go to bed early?"

-End Chapter

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