1st Generation of Romance

10. The Tenth Time we Loved

Sunrise...

"Alaude... Alaude... wake up..."

"Nn..."

"Alaude!"

"Huh...?" The officer drowsily opened his eyes to see Giotto, who had gently shaken him awake. "What's up?" he mumbled.

"We're heading out to get Spade, remember?" Giotto said. Alaude shoved him back and stood up straight, holding his handcuffs around a finger.

"I'm on it!" he shouted. "And that little vixen will pay! I will have justice! I will get my boyfriend back if it kills me, damn it!" The lot of the Vongola stared at him for a good amount of time, before Lampo grinned.

"Are you high?" he laughed.

"Come on, everyone, let's just go...," Giotto sighed, placing an arm on Alaude's back. "Come on..."

The Vongola followed the Shimon family's trackers all the way to an old, run down building, and Alaude quivered when he felt its similarity to the place where he was tortured for years. However, in order to prove that he could overcome his fear, Alaude ran out ahead of the group and kicked the door down, then ran inside to find Spade. Unfortunately, he was faced with Elena first, and she had a gun. The officer tensed, stepping back, and putting his arms up, and Elena laughed, before growling, "Where's my money, hero?"

"Put down the gun, you maniac!" Lampo shrieked, ducking. Alaude continued to stand there, stiff, when suddenly, some pointy projectile flew past his ear and hit Elena's shoulder, making her drop the weapon. Alaude ran in and grabbed the gun as she collapsed, and glanced at the object in her shoulder. It appeared to be an arrow.

"Woo! Another perfect shot! Up high, Giotto!" shouted G from behind him. The sound of a hearty high-five could be heard from behind, and Alaude smiled, remembering that Giotto's nickname for G was 'Bullseye.' The officer then remembered his purpose, and, after handing the gun off to Giotto, he handcuffed Elena, and ran to find Spade. He was soon rewarded, and he saw his lover bound tightly to a chair, and he walked over, and held the other's head up.

"Spade? Are you okay?" he asked. When he received no response, his eyes grew wet with tears, and he undid the binding around Spade's mouth, then kissed him passionately. "I love you," he breathed between each kiss. "I love you so much."

"A...Alaude...," came the weak rasp as Spade opened his eyes. Relieved, the officer gave Spade a bone-crushing hug, and began to untie him to the best of his ability, when another arrow flew in and cut all the ropes with ease.

"Ha! I'm on a roll today, Giotto!"

CLAP.

Alaude chuckled, and helped Spade to his feet, but the illusionist was weak, and fell to his knees right away. "Aw, you poor guy," Alaude sighed, helping Spade up once more- this time giving him his shoulder. "Here... that's good..."

Alaude helped Spade out of the room, and watched him in silent admiration as he gave quiet coughs and trembles. "Hey, if you guys want some alone time, y'know... you just tell us, okay?" Giotto said. "I mean, if G and I were in this situation... haha..."

The officer looked back at the weakened man beside him, and murmured, "No... I think we'll wait for a bit."

When the Vongola returned to Japan (and got Elena in a prison cell)... (A/N: Lemon warning. *not going to be full on, though.)

"Hey, Spade...," Alaude began, looking up at the man beside him.

"Hm?"
"Want to come over for a while?" he asked. Spade grinned, and nodded in silence, and Alaude lead the way back to his place, and received no complaints when he moved on to the room. "Well? How are you intrested in doing things today?" he asked. Spade thought for a moment.

"I'm intrested in making you do all the work," he replied, his eyes gleaming with mischief. Alaude gave a light blush, and gestured for Spade to lie down, and then, once the mist had done so, Alaude took two pairs of handcuffs, and cuffed Spade firmly to the bed. "What the hell?" Spade grunted.

"Well, you aren't working this way, are you?" Alaude teased, sliding himself on top of the illusionist. Spade blushed as the officer slowly, agonizingly unbuttoned his jacket, before lifting his shirt up and coming in. The officer began at Spade's naval, and slid his hand upwards, at first using the entire palm, but soon resorting to the fleeting touch of his fingertips just to irritate his lover. Spade shuddered as the sensitive nubs on his chest were teased, then moaned quietly as the officer came in impossibly close, stretching out the shirt as he gently nibbled on the other's collarbone.

"A-alau...," Spade started uncertainly. "Alau...de..."

"Methinks someone doesn't quite like my name," Alaude snickered.

"No, that's not it," Spade sighed. "I'm just uncertain about the idea of me being the moaning, writhing, submissive guy in this relationship."

"Just today," Alaude chuckled, backing up and reaching behind him. Spade sighed as Alaude's fingers began on his knee and slid upwards, before stopping right where he wanted it most.

"Come on, man, don't tease me," Spade protested, futily trying to sit up. The officer grinned, then repeated the previous stroke, this time moving to slide back over the other's thighs. To the illusionist's irritation, Alaude moved down, and only began to caress his inner thighs, making the Mist go insane with arousal as he shut his eyes. "Now you're just being mean," he whimpered.

"Yeah, like it wasn't mean for you to dodge me this whole time," the Cloud snorted. Spade sighed as Alaude paused, both hands as close to his groin as possible without giving him real pleasure. "How about a little begging to spur me on?" Alaude suggested.

Spade took a deep and slow breath, pretended Alaude wasn't there, and whispered, "Please."

"Please what?"

"Please... give me pleasure," the Mist whimpered.

"Let me rephrase the question," Alaude said, talking in a slow voice just to torture the illusionist further. "What do want me to touch?"

"Oh, for the love of everything that deserves it, just get it over with!" Spade cried. "I love you, damn it!"

Alaude blushed. "Okay, fine. But I'm not letting you get away with that next time." The officer finally pulled down the Mist's trousers, and grinned as he heard his lover gasp. "What? Is the air too cold for you?" Spade heatedly shook his head, out of fear that Alaude would leave him to turn on the heater or something like that, and the officer chuckled, leaning up until he was lying with his head on Spade's chest, and he wrapped his hand around the needy erection, then began to slowly pump it in his hand, observing as Spade's face changed from pitiful to lustful, and then, eventually, to one of pure ecstasy. Pleased by the expression, and by the breathing patterns that Spade had committed to for the night, the officer leaned up, and met their lips together, glad that he could reach the Mist while he continued to move his hand. "How does that feel?" he breathed.

"Good...," Spade panted. Alaude rolled his eyes, knowing he could've figured that much, and he increased his pace slightly, watching as Spade's expression turned into one of total submission and joy. However, the officer quickly became bothered by his own arousal, and soon abandoned the illusionist to solve his own problem. "You jerk...!" Spade whimpered as Alaude began to help himself. The Cloud sighed, then straddled Spade's hips once more, then, glad that there was even a solution for the issue, took both of them in his hand and stroked them together.

"This better?" Alaude rasped. Spade nodded enthusiastically, and the officer chuckled, gently rocking his hips to create a friction that was greater than any other. "Nn... this is...," Alaude breathed. "Well... you know."

"It's amazing...," Spade gasped, closing his eyes. Alaude snickered.

"Didn't expect a guy like you to be so sensitive," he sighed, working the both of them a little rougher. It wasn't long before the both of them were too absorbed in the pleasure to even think, however, and they soon brought each other into an orgasm like neither of them had experienced before, and afterwards, Alaude collapsed on top of the illusionist, spent. The both of them decided that getting cleaned up could wait. In the mean time, they just needed to be together.

And let fate have its way with their love.

-Owari

Haha. I felt really guilty about teasing everyone with the lemonade, so there it is. XD Well, this is finished, and more 1st Gen. fics can be expected from me! ... Eventually!

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