The First Generation of Romance

4. The Fourth Time he Kissed Me

It was a week since the incident with Elena and Spade, and Alaude had hardly gotten any sleep. His eyes were ashen with restlessness, his hair was lazily combed, and he'd barely even put on his tie right. In short, he wasn't feeling so good. As he patrolled the streets, he came up to the corner where Asari Ugetsu played music on a daily basis, and snorted when he saw the Vongola Rain guardian playing a Spanish guitar, surrounded by a crowd of people. Alaude wasn't a big fan of herds of people, after all.

But then, he saw a very familiar looking girl in the crowd, standing right next to man, and holding his hand. But this man was not Spade, and that was what was so queer about that sight. Alaude suddenly formulated a plan, and he smirked, before striding up to the crowd, and placing a hand on Elena's shoulder. "Excuse me, ma'am," he whispered against her ear. She glanced back at him, then glared.

"If it's sex you want, go see someone else, y'ugly bastard."

"Where's your boyfriend?" Alaude asked.

"Right next t'me, are y'stupid?" she replied. The officer could tell with a single glance that she was drunk, and he nodded.

"All right, sorry to have bothered you."

With that, he walked back, and cunningly took a picture of the two, before walking off at a faster pace. He needed to find Spade. He had proof of Elena being with another man now- there was nothing that could stop him from ruining whatever it was that they had. Alaude laughed when he thought of Spade, staring at the picture in horror, overcome by heartbreak, and then...

Ahaha, what a plan it was!

Alaude weaved through the entire town, before finally finding Spade in the town park, alone. The look on his face was lonely, and Alaude could see that it was time to approach, and to do so gently. He walked over, and sat down on the other end of the bench, then followed Spade's gaze to a tree, in which a lone bird rested. He smirked, and slid closer, whispering, "Spade?"

No reaction.

Only a little irritated, Alaude slid even closer, and placed his camera on the man's lap. "Oh, Spade," he hummed, "I'm here to comfort you..." Spade's eyes swerved back to the officer, and he frowned, before glancing at the camera. He picked it up, and Alaude showed him the picture, trying not to look overjoyed as he murmured, "You poor, poor man. Who would've thought? She was seeing another..."

Spade snorted, and shoved the camera back into Alaude's arms. "I know," he snapped. "I don't care anymore."

The Cloud blinked, a little confused, but then sighed, and leaned over to Daemon, before whispering in his ear, "Do I have a chance?"

"No," the Mist returned. "You don't."

"Then... push me back," Alaude husked, then pressed his lips against the other's cheek. He turned Daemon's head towards him, and when their lips met once more, the officer slid his hand up the Mist's shirt, rubbing the skin with skilled fingers. But to his pleasant suprise, the other didn't push back, didn't even lift his arms, just sat there and allowed the officer to touch him. Starting to become aroused, Alaude then sat upright, moving himself into Spade's lap, and he lifted the other man's head upwards, giving him access to the other's throat, where he would make a long, loving stroke with his tongue.

"Alaude."

"Yes?" The officer said, now gazing into Spade's eyes.

"Don't," Spade ordered. "Don't do this."

"Ah, but Spade~," Alaude husked, touching his lips to Spade's cheek for a brief moment, before whispering, "it's so hard for me to hold back..."

"If you want a chance with me... you need to stop."

A chance?

Really, truly?

Alaude looked into Spade's eyes, and, with his experience dealing with criminals who didn't want to fess up, he could see quite plainly that Spade was telling him the truth. He eased himself out of the other's lap, and crossed his legs, lying his arm over his waist to try and disguise the inevitable bulge in his trousers. "Tell me what happened?" he suggested.

"... Well... all right," the other man sighed, "this morning, when I woke up, Elena said..."

"... Go on..."

"She looked me in the eye, and said that I wasn't her taste. That she had been using me while she saw other men. She said... I'm sweet, but stupid all the same, and she didn't want any of that..."

"You aren't stupid, Spade. You're a wise man. The only thing that would possibly lead a soul astray is that you are so deeply blinded by love," Alaude whispered, reaching a hand up and tilting Spade's head towards him. "Poor man..."

"Alaude... you..."

"Hm?" Alaude couldn't even twitch when Spade's hand touched the small of his back, then brushed even lower, making the officer blush lightly in a sort of modest way, his eyes brightening for a moment. "S... Spade...?" he said uncertainly as the hand lifted his shirt and rubbed his bare back. The officer then bit his lip to contain any unneccessary noises, and just stared into the other man's eyes as Spade stimulated his sensitive skin with his gentle fingers. Then, the affection stopped, and Spade withdrew his hand, to Alaude's utmost dissappointment. But at least, in the process, he had managed to get much closer to the other man- any closer and he'd be able to sit in Daemon's lap.

"I'm sorry, Alaude... I... really am just... not into men."

"Should I continue from where I left off?" Alaude grumbled, his voice disguising frustration.

"No... you're fine," Spade replied, but his hand was then placed on the officer's shoulder. "I just need to... get used to it before you start anything..."

Alaude leaned into the other man in an almost shy manner, his heart throbbing with excitement just to be near the man who fit his desire so perfectly, and when the hand on his shoulder lent him the pleasant warmth, Alaude took that warmth, directing it low, where it was wanted by his eager body. But then, just as he was about to lean in and touch his lips once more to that delicious, delicate flesh, their intimacy was shattered by a call.

"Ace? What's going on?"

Spade released the officer as his supposedly former girlfriend walked over, and blushed when she stole the kiss that Alaude had been on the verge of claiming. The officer watched, digusted as she eased down into Spade's lap, silently pleading for his crush to push her back. He could hardly stand having the man so close, and then suddenly losing him to his clearly not lost competition. Then, at last, his prayer was answered. Spade pushed Elena back, panting slightly, and looking down at the lower halves of their bodies, his face darkening. "E-Elena...," he whispered, "I thought... I thought you didn't love me..."

"I don't love you," she said, smiling.

"Elena! D-don't play with me!" Spade protested.

"Hehe~, yeah, yeah, I won't," she said, before coming in and nipping the other man's ear. Finally, Alaude had had quite enough. He simply was NOT going to sit idly by while his precious man was being toyed with. With a hiss of anger, Alaude stood upright, and tore the woman away from his Spade, then sidestepped around her, before holding Spade tenderly in his arms.

"Don't screw around with this man, you idiot," he snarled.

"Oh? Don't tell me you don't know what today is?" she snorted. "Opposite day? Ever hear of it, blondie?"

"What the hell- Opposite... day?" Alaude repeated. He glanced over his shoulder. "Did you know about this?"

"Uh- y-yeah! Yeah, I sure did," Spade said, nodding. The officer was instantly enraged. Spade had strung him along so easily that it didn't even hurt. It only swelled his desire.

But then... 'he's NOT into men,' so he is, and 'he needs to get used to it,' so he is used to it?

It didn't make any sense!

That's when it dawned on Alaude that Spade was trying to keep a good look with Elena, and he drew his lips back in a snarl that looked like that of a wild beast. And that's what he felt like, the envy burning in his chest like snake venom, only making his need to steal Spade away worse. He wanted that man. And he would have him!

Meanwhile...

"Hey, Giotto?" G said, stepping into his room. The Vongola Primo stood there, his cloak on the bed, and stared into his right hand's eyes with his strong, amber gaze, although he refused to assume anything through his Hyper Intuition. That would be too unfair to the other.

"What is it, G?"

"You hear anything about today being Opposite Day?" G questioned.

"Not particularly, but is it?" Giotto mused, before lying back on his right hand's bed. "Eh. What about it?"

"You really suck, boss, you know that?"

Giotto sat upright, startled, then paused, mulled over the situation, and sighed with relief. "Don't do that," he protested. "God, scared the hell out of me..."

"Sorry, boss, forget that," G laughed, walking over and sitting down on the bed as well, although he made sure that he sat right in Giotto's lap where he wanted to be. "I love you."

Giotto smiled, and laced his arms around G's neck, then leaned in, and breathed into the Storm guardians ear,

"Lie down or you're off the Vongola, my love."

-End Chapter

Hehe. 'Opposites' have been a common theme lately (particularly in Japanese class :I) so I guess it just sort of appeared magically from the deepest recesses of my mind... XD Also, I was starting to think that I needed to toss in some GGiotto already.

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