The First Generation of Romance

5. The Fifth Time we Touched

Alaude sighed, lying in bed alone, as always. "That idiot," he whispered. "If only he would realize what he's doing to me..." The officer was nearly heartbroken, his entire body was limp, and his mind was sunk low in the depths of depression. He didn't want to be like this. He didn't want to be hurt. But when Spade had told him that he had been kidding about giving him a chance- it was just too cruel. "That bastard knows how I feel... why can't he... why can't he see how much I want him? My feelings aren't to be toyed with!"

The officer closed his eyes, rolling over onto his side, and muttered, "What keeps holding me back? All I have to do is take him once, right? Then he'll be intrested, right? Ugh..."

Morning...

KNOCK KNOCK.

"Nn...?"

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

Alaude groaned, heaving himself out of bed and stumbling towards the door to his apartment, where excessive sharp sounds were being emitted. Drawing out a gun and grumbling about the rude wake-up call to himself, he threw open the door to find Spade, just standing there, his face solemn. Alaude immediately put the gun away, and blinked, confused. "What is it, Spade?"

"Elena's acting odd," the man replied. "Yesterday, I was skeptical at first... but today, while I was out running errands, as always, I saw her out in a bar, her hand on another man's back... and now I'm convinced that she's seeing others. I came to you... because you're the only one I could come to."

What's this, all of a sudden? Alaude couldn't help but wonder. All he knew was that his precious crush was sad, and that it was his job to comfort him. But with what? Alaude decided that he didn't have time to think on the matter, and he held out his hand, trying to do himself a favor by not taking an inappropriate approach. "Come inside, Spade. Please."

The other man lumbered inside with him, walking like some sort of undead creature, and he moved over to the couch, inviting himself to sit down as Alaude watched in amazement. This was a man whom he adored, inside his house for the first time of his own free will, and he was already far inside. Relaxing. He needed to act fast, however, because Spade could slip from his grasp at any moment.

Alaude moved over to the table, passed it, and got a cold glass of water for the other man, before returning to where Spade sat with his eyes blank in an emotionless sorrow. As Alaude handed the water to Spade, he sat down beside the other man, biting his lip as he wondered whether things were really going to be okay. He'd never seen this much indifference and naked somberness in Spade's eyes, and it was scaring him in all honesty. "Spade...," he murmured. "I love you."

The other man took a drink from the glass, and set it on the table before them, then looked at Alaude. "I want to have sex," he whispered, blushing slightly. Alaude was stunned. He was positive that he'd prepared for every possible reply, but this was just... so far from what he would've expected.

"Uh... could you... repeat that?"

"I want to have sex," Spade answered simply.

'So this is really happening,' Alaude thought. 'The one situation I don't know how to deal with... just like that! But this isn't love... he's trying to use me to replace her. That also means that I'll end up with the bottom role, and I sure as hell don't want that... not today...'

"Well, do you return my feelings then?" Alaude asked, glancing elsewhere.

"I need time to think about that," Spade replied. "I need your body to think about that."

'Crap, he's broken,' Alaude thought, 'I'm dead!'

"Alaude..."

The officer couldn't think fast enough when Spade reached out, leaning over his body, then suddenly trapped it in his arms. "S-spade," Alaude whispered, before gasping when Spade's hand touched him where he was most sensitive. "No... wa... wait...," he murmured, "Spa..."

"C'mon, Alaude, you want it, too..."

"No... I... not like this...," Alaude breathed, before moaning loudly. "S... Spade...!" The sensations running through his body, the heat pooling and coiling inside his lower regions, and that sweet pleasure as the other man touched him... it was all so magical. He wanted more- he craved more, but nothing was as good as this. Nothing... if there wasn't sex. Alaude stared at Spade, and he stared back, and the decision was made. They were going to do this. They had to. "Spade, lie down. I get top," Alaude whispered.

"No," Spade said. "I want-"

"It doesn't matter what you want, damn it, you came to me, we do it my way," Alaude hissed, before shuddering at the hand on his manhood. "Besides, I'm a clean slate, but if you've touched that woman, you're probably covered in all sorts of people's... fluids."

"... So you're suggesting that I have some sort of-"

"I'm suggesting that I won't let you inside me when you've been inside her, Spade."

"... All right, fine," the Mist guardian replied, leaning back. Alaude stared at the body for a good amount of time, savoring the beauty of that delicious flesh before he leaned over it. Alaude came down, and his lips brushed against Daemon's cheek for a moment as his hands slipped up the other man's shirt. The well-muscled skin beneath the fabric made him smirk, and as his fingers tortured the sensitive skin, the man beneath him moaned quietly, his face sexier than anything Alaude had ever witnessed before.

"You're such a hot man," he husked. "Keep it up, Spade... c'mon..."

The other's formal coat and shirt were slowly taken off, and Alaude stared at the bare chest for an even longer time, before dipping down, his lips closing over the skin and sucking. Spade purred quietly, his eyes closed, and he whispered, "C'mon, Al, try harder to please me..."

"Al?" Alaude repeated, annoyed. "You can't call me that. That's just like what you called her, and if I'm the man bringing you into ecstasy, I won't allow that nickname to leave your mouth."

"I was just testing it," Spade mumbled, glancing down at the officer. "Nothing wrong with that, right?"

"Well, don't do it again," Alaude snapped, before losing all traces of irritation as his eyes met Spade's. For a moment, his breath hitched in his throat, before slowly leaking from his lips. Spade was beautiful, and the mere thought that he would be making love to the man beneath him made Alaude's heart soar with excitement. "I really love you, Spade."

"Mm..."

Alaude glanced down at the trousers that concealed Spade's member, then slowly reached for the button. His hands were trembling like an amateur's... and he suddenly couldn't even bring himself to touch the fabric. Suddenly, it dawned on the Cloud guardian that he was scared. He was scared of being used... He was scared of becoming a mindless lover to a man who was only toying with him. "Spade...," he murmured. "I... can't..."

"Yes, you can," Spade husked back, "C'mon, honey."

Alaude could hardly keep himself from running away. Spade's behavior was like some sort of reverse psychology, and that's exactly how it was affecting the officer. He wanted it so bad, but he was so nervous! "I'm... I...," Alaude stuttered. "I love... but.. I... can't..."

Spade reached up, and his hand once more touched Alaude's manhood, making the Cloud gasp. "C'mon, hot stuff, come at me."

"No... no!" Alaude cried, backing up. Suddenly, he had remembered things from way back, flashes of memory in which he had been tortured, abused... and it hurt to know that Spade was unearthing those thoughts. Unearthing memories of both sexual and physical abuse... memories from way, way back. "Spade... I'm... scared!"

"Why? Don't you want this?" Spade moaned, thrusting his hips upwards. It was then that Alaude snapped.

"Don't touch me!" he shouted. "Please, Spade, don't do this... this isn't right... not yet..."

The pain of a whip as it lashed over his weak body... and his hands, senselessly clutching the walls as he cried out in searing agony. His pleas bounding off of the walls, only to return to his mind and make it worse. The memories of the man who had tortured him slowly came to the surface of Alaude's mind, preventing him from going any further with the man he loved.

And then, with a gasp, Alaude quivered, for no longer was Spade's face before him.

It was Elena, once disguised cunningly with illusions.

-End Chapter

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