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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Dio_Brando/Jonathan_Joestar
  Character:
      Dio_Brando, Jonathan_Joestar
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-05-19 Words: 1724
****** A Forest Encounter ******
by gfjojo
Summary
     All Jonathan wanted was to see what it was like to kiss another
     fellow...
Birds chirped and sang as they built nests in the trees on the edge of the
woods, and a large grey mousing cat lazily purred beside a young blond man with
a book and a paper sleeve of crackers. Somewhere in the distance there was the
yowling of hunting dogs on the chase, but otherwise it was quiet and tranquil
on the edge of the hunting grounds at the Joestar estate. While Dio read, he
nibbled on a buttery cracker and stretched his arms before settling one of his
hands on the cat's soft side. He picked this particular book up at random and
the day was warm enough to be outside for the afternoon and he intended on
enjoying every moment of it. He slowly pet the cat as he focused on the book
again, and was almost absorbed in it again until he heard the thundering of
hooves then a "Whoa there." He tried to ignore what was coming, but it
was too late. It was him. Jonathan.
"Dio! I was wondering where you had gone off to. What are you doing? We missed
you during the fox hunt. We got him this time but it would have been great if
you would have seen it!" Totally uninvited, he plopped down beside Dio and
managed to both scare the cat off and totally obliterate Dio's crackers. Dio's
eyebrow twitched but he otherwise kept his cool as he picked a blade of grass
and used it as a bookmark since he knew Jonathan wasn't going to leave him
alone any time soon.
"I /was/ reading." He looked over at Jonathan and let out a long breath to ease
his annoyance. "And you destroyed my crackers. Thank you. I did not intend on
eating hem anyway." Jonathan laughed and clapped a hand on Dio's back before
leaning back on the tree Dio was underneath, to Dio's clear discomfort.
"Tea time is soon anyway. Do you think we will have marshmallows again? I know
you enjoy them a lot, and I do too." Dio shrugged in response, picking a few
more blades of grass.
"Maybe. One can only hope, right?"
"That or cucumber sandwiches again. I look forward most to the tea though."
Jonathan smiled and put his arms behind his head before looking at Dio again,
his face slowly becoming more solemn. "Hey so there was something I kind
of...wanted to ask you."
The tone of voice Jonathan used made Dio stop complaining at him and give him a
curious look. It was the tone of asking something best unsaid, or the prelude
to an action they both would regret. Dio was far from stupid, and far from
naive, even if he had lived this soft, aristocratic life for the last four
years. Something about the way he spoke, and the way Jonathan looked at him
made Dio uncomfortable in a way he could not or did not want to explain.
"Yes? If it was about the jellied eel again, I told you that I used to eat it
all the time as a child. I had no idea that it was being saved for something."
Dio hoped that his adopted brother would be easily distracted from the current
trajectory towards something best left in the woods and never spoken about
again, but he was undeterred.
Jonathan laughed again. "No, I was leading towards something else entirely." He
scooted a little closer to Dio, and shyly looked away.
"I...wanted to see what it was like to kiss someone, you know? Since I have not
seen Erina in a while and I most likely will not again." He bit his lower lip
and looked at Dio, who gave him a blank stare. "Maybe...you?"
Something inside Dio froze up, and he knew that he had been paranoid for a good
reason. This...seemed very wrong but Jonathan always managed to naively charge
into getting what he wanted anyway. Dio hadn't even thought about anyone that
way before in his life, and Jonathan had no way to know what he had experienced
before he had come to live with them. He felt caught in a trap, because if he
said no, Jonathan might get vindictive and tell his father that he didn't want
a brother anymore, but if he said yes... Dio visibly shuddered at the /hint/ of
a flashback to a damp tavern basement among the bottles of liquor. He cleared
his throat.
"Why me? You could easily find a girl to kiss on." Dio gave him a nervous
smile, trying to deflect the attention, but it wasn't going to work.
"Well maybe. I just wanted to see what it was like to kiss another fellow." Dio
gave him a disgusted look, but let out a sigh.
"I suppose it would be worth it to sate our curiosities."
Without another confirmation or any kind of warning, Jonathan grabbed Dio's
shoulders and kissed him, prying Dio's mouth open with his tongue and sliding
it into his mouth roughly. It was slimy, felt unnatural and tasted disgusting
and Dio shoved him off as hard as he could. He wiped the back of his mouth with
his coat sleeve and gave him another disgusted look.
"Never do that to me again." Dio shrank away from him and grabbed his book.
"Never talk to me about this again."
And as if Dio had angered the god of the past, his eyes were drawn down.
Jonathan had a fully risen visitor. He blushed and moved his leg to make it
less visible, but the damage had already been done. Dio went from heated and
ready to flee to simply numb.
He put the book down and sat on his knees in front of Jonathan, who already was
embarrassed enough but now witnessed the fire fade from Dio's eyes.
"Dio...?" He uncrossed his legs and Dio's hands were on his thighs, ready to
unbutton his riding breeches. He wasn't sure what was really going on, but he
wasn't going to turn him down.
Without waiting for a response, Dio unbuttoned his pants with deft fingers and
before Jonathan could tell him to wait, his erection was fished out, almost as
if Dio had done this many times before. It didn't occur to Jonathan to think
about it, especially when Dio was already stroking him. It didn't occur to him
to actually look at Dio's stone cold face, or notice his lifeless eyes. It
didn't occur to him that he was going through the motions of something he had
done so many times in the past.
Dio's face remained still as he started using his mouth, his hands on
Jonathan's thighs to keep himself stable while he slowly bobbed his head. The
throbbing head of Jonathan's cock poked at the back of his throat, but Dio
didn't gag. He silently sucked, while the birds sang and the wind blew through
the tree branches, and while the sun was filtered through the leaves as to not
beat down on their heads.
Jonathan sounded like he was trying not to sneeze and bucked his hips up into
Dio's face. The depravity of what he was doing with his brother only made him
hotter, and Dio seemed to know what he was doing with his mouth. He moaned
Dio's name and watched him raise his head then tongue the head in broad motions
before sliding it back in and nodding against it until he was throatfucking
himself with Jonathan's length, his nose buried in a patch of black pubes.
Jonathan's eyes slid closed and he bucked into Dio's face again until he let
out a choked groan and released halfway down Dio's throat.
He buttoned himself up, unsure of what to say when Dio let go, and opened his
mouth just as Dio got up and ran off into the woods.
Dio's face burned and tears streamed down his face as he ran blindly into the
forest and when he reached a gently babbling creek he threw himself onto his
knees and shoved two fingers down his throat until he retched. He wasn't even
thinking anymore at this point. He shoved those fingers in deeper until he let
out a choked sound a wave of sour, burning, chunky vomit came up and was
unleashed on the stream. He did it again, and again, and again until he had
nothing more to throw up because he had thrown up everything he had eaten that
day. He couldn't breathe, and he flopped to the side, his stomach contracting
and the sobs coming out small and choked. It was then that he remembered where
that had come from, and all he could do is lay on the forest floor in the pine
needles and dirt, unable to breathe from the gravity of this memory and unable
to stop himself from remembering the cab rides around the slums that would earn
him only a few pennies because the clients preferred the healthier looking boys
and Dio's mouth was the only thing worth selling because his ass had already
been so used.
He let out a choked gasp but soon quieted himself when he heard Jonathan
calling his name until he seemed to give up a few minutes later when someone
was trying to call them in for tea. On the forest floor, Dio felt like he
couldn't breathe, and that he was going to die from the pressure he felt in his
chest. His shallow, harsh breathing attracted the cat Jonathan had scared away
earlier, and it settled against Dio's stomach. It purred against him and pushed
its head against his hands until he slowly stroked one of its velvety ears.
While his breath still shuddered deeply and tears still slid down his cheeks,
the cat demanded more attention until he hugged it against his body and
scratched its chest. Over what seemed like an hour, Dio had regained enough of
his composure to start breathing normally again, and his tears had dried on his
face. He
rubbed his cheek against its soft fur and soon felt much more calm.
After washing his face in the stream, Dio left the cat and picked his book up,
dusting the dirt off as he headed to the mansion.
Dio got what Dio wanted, and Dio wanted marshmallows for tea.
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