The First Generation of Romance

7. The Seventh Time he Spoke of Love

Three days later...

"All right, the Vongola are meeting here today to discuss our trip to Japan," Giotto announced. "There, we will establish a Japan branch and divisions, hearby recruiting more members and making ourselves stronger."

Spade took his seat, and waited as Alaude approached him. The officer looked very serious as he came close, and Daemon awaited the line that had potential to change their lives. Alaude leaned in close, and breathed, "Did it hurt when you fell out of heaven?"

The Mist paused, then chuckled, then started to laugh uncontrollably, and Alaude headed to the opposite side of the table and sat down, weaving his fingers together as he smirked. Spade slowly settled down, and reached over the table, whispering to Alaude, "And here I am expecting some cheesey poem. That was perfect, Alaude."

The officer smiled. Yes, he'd been thinking it over the entire night. Spade was like a bird. Beautiful, flapping his wings and mindlessly singing. But he was also simple, like a bird, with little room for free thought. His emotions were predictable, and he was fairly easy to manipulate. And so, after hours spent pondering what to say, how to seduce Spade; after writing line after line, giving detail and meaning to each word, each letter, each breath, before realizing that it was all a waste. Spade was too simple for all that thought. An easy pick-up line was definitely the way to go.

Spade's hand brushed over Alaude's for a moment, and the Cloud suppressed his blush. He'd made the right choice- Spade's mind had been easily stimulated by the short line, and now, that Mist guardian belonged to him. Spade was a delicate rose, and with nine words, that rose had fallen into the palm of Alaude's hand.

"All right, everyone's here- let's begin," Giotto said. He then paused, glanced at G, and began to speak again, this time with a bit of a shaky voice. "Our t-trip to Japan will begin two mo...ah...months from now... we'll be taking a plane there... I've already... got the tickets..."

"Hey, Giotto, what's wrong with you?" Lampo asked, staring at the man who was clearly having trouble thinking.

"I'm fine... or at least I would be if G would get his hands off my thighs!" the boss snapped at his right hand. G hesitantly sat back in his chair, and Giotto shuffled a bit, sighing, before saying, "All right, sorry about that, everyone. As I was saying..."

Alaude looked back at Spade, and smiled, resting his head in his hands. As he looked at the other man, he found himself in a peaceful place, where no one would hurt him. Spade's personal space was an area of sanctuary, where no one could do anything to him. But, Alaude realized with a frown, there was an exception. Her.

What was Spade going to do about Elena now, anyway? Would he just break up with her and let that be that? It didn't seem like the sort of thing Spade would be capable of doing.

Then, just as Alaude was about to drop the subject, a sharp knock was heard on the meeting room's door. "Ugh...," Giotto groaned. "Hey, Spade, could you get that for me?"

Spade nodded, and walked over to the door, then, with a gasp, saw that it was Elena who had interrupted their meeting. The Mist didn't have time to even greet her before she yanked him outside, and Alaude immediately got up and ran out of the room, too wise to let Spade and her be together alone. As he looked out, however, he saw that Spade was actually doing the mature thing.

"Elena... look. I love you with all my heart, I really do. But your seeing other men, and just acting recklessly sometimes. I need to be with someone who truly loves me, and that means that when the Vongola go to Japan... Alaude and I will be getting together."

Elena paused, then turned, and silently left, leaving Spade with a clearly distressed expresssion on his face. Alaude sighed, and placed his hand on Spade's shoulder. "I'm sorry," he murmured.

"Don't be," Spade replied. "It was my decision."

Alaude leaned up, and hesitantly kissed the Mist's cheek, and Spade sighed, before sweeping the officer into his arms and moving the kiss to their lips instead. Alaude gasped, shocked at this sudden change, but still pleased, and he moaned, lustful, until Giotto walked out. "Alaude? I'm very happy for you getting your 'really sexy' man, but get inside. We're in the middle of a meeting here."

Alaude hesitantly backed off of Spade, and walked back into the meeting room with him, smirking as he sat down once more- but this time, next to Spade.

Later...

"Hey, G, mind if I shower with you?" Giotto suggested, giving his right hand a suggestive look. G laughed quietly, then tapped his boss on the nose.

"You embarassed me in the meeting today, so yes, I mind. I'll talk to you again if you give me a proper apology," he hinted, before slipping into the restroom. Giotto rolled his eyes, and lied back on the bed, then reached for the photo album that he had built with G. Opening it, Giotto looked through their childhood pictures, quietly noting the lack of a certain tattoo on G's face as he flipped through the earlier pictures. He then came across a picture that was particularly important to him. It was of him and G at the beach, five years ago, and it was G's birthday. The Storm guardian looked unusually happy as he hugged Giotto tightly. The Sky smiled, and tucked the album away, then quietly waited for G to get out of the shower, his amber eyes glazed with his thoughts.

It wasn't long after G came back out, and to his boss's frustration, he was fully clothed, with a towel hanging over his shoulders. "Oh, c'mon, G, don't be so distant," Giotto sighed. "We've known each other's bare bodies since a damn young age."

"Yeah, I know," G murmured. "But what if I got a new tattoo and I'm hiding it from you?"

Giotto paused, then said, his voice edgy, "If you're hiding something from me, G, I swear..."

The other man laughed, sliding on to the bed, and came in, kissing Giotto with that familiar kindness before leaning back and putting his fingers readily on his shirt. "Pick a button," he suggested. Giotto rolled his eyes, then picked one, and G undid the second to last button, revealing blank skin beneath. "Bummer, you got it wrong. It was this one."

G then undid the second to topmost button, and beneath it, the skin proudly bore the words, 'Second in Command of the Vongola.' Impressed, Giotto leaned in, and started to undress his second in command, muttering, "Your lucky I'm in a good mood today."

"Aw, boss, c'mon, you could get a tattoo, too."

"No, thank you."

"Man, you're so grumpy all the time."

Giotto looked up at his Storm, arching a brow. "Am I?"

"You are, you are."

"Well then..." Giotto flipped their positions, and snickered as G looked back at him with nearly fearful eyes. "I'll just have to cheer up, I suppose."

"You do that," G murmured. "I'll watch."

"Oh, you wish..."

-End Chapter

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