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works/6660748.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure, Star
      Wars_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Anakin_Skywalker/Dio_Brando
  Character:
      Anakin_Skywalker, Dio_Brando
  Additional Tags:
      lots_of_gay_sex., and_sin., lots_of_that_too., and_slave_anakin
  Series:
      Part 1 of diokin
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-04-26 Chapters: 2/? Words: 1359
****** Anakin is gay for God ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     uhh i had my other diokin fanfiction but it was just a bunch of
     drabbles. and somebody special asked me to update it, so i updated
     it. and then it ended up dividing and turned into another diokin
     fanfiction by itself.......
***** Chapter 1 *****
 
The days of Tatooine were rough, and if you were like this particular young boy
- oh, they were unbearable. Though tied back in a small bun, his usually long,
elegant chestnut hair was pressed unattractively to his bony face from the
sweat of working long, hard hours in the burning sun. His skin had bronzed from
many years of hard labour; it glowed a toasty gold under the rays of the
setting sun. It was around this time he would be finished of a day's hard work;
young Anakin would take off his shirt and fling it on his shoulder, revealing a
body that was both muscular and lean. No matter how muscular he would become
from his hard labour, Anakin would retain the slimness of malnutrition and
premature physical stress.
 
He regretted leaving so far away — it would be a long, long journey home.
Sighing, the boy threw his shirt back on and started his long trek back.

It was at midnight he encountered a group of strange men; they were unlike the
ones he'd seen on Tatooine before. Poor little Anakin was nothing more than a
stick in comparison to their gigantic muscular bodies. His eyes widened at the
sight of such toned arms and legs. Were these gods of fitness and athletics
standing before him? Despite his best attempts to go past unnoticed, a bird
sitting on one of the man's shoulders suddenly landed on top of his head.
"Hey - Pet Shop!" The strange man called after the bird dubbed 'Pet Shop'.
As gently as he could, Anakin reached for the bird on his head, who refused to
be touched.
"I - I'm sorry -" Anakin murmured as the bird was replaced from his head. He
didn't know who these people were, but it was definite they were much superior
over him - a mere slave of Tatooine.
"Who are you?" One of the men, who held what looked like a old-fashioned gun,
blurted in his direction.
"M-My name is Anakin Skywalker, son of Shmi Skywalker. I - I am a slave,"
"Hey, did ya hear that? A slave! And a decent looking one too,"
"You're not implying we hand him over to Lord Dio, are you? I mean.."
"Well, he's looks healthy enough."
Anakin didn't understand. Clutching his robes closer to his body, he slowly
backed away. He'd only just met these men, and did his best not to offend them.
It's not like they could just pick him up from Tatooine and send him over to
whoever this.... Dio person was, right? As the men bickered, Anakin tried to
plan out possible solutions. He couldn't fight these men (they'd obviously send
him into the 9th circle of hell by one punch), but he could run. Running would
mean leaving all his materials behind.... But alive and well (as well as a
slave who just ran away with no life preserving supplies could be). If he tried
his best, he might even return home to his mother. 
 
Fuck it. He had nothing to lose.
With one big gulp of air, the young Anakin ran like there was no tomorrow.
"Hey, hey!" 
"Somebody catch him!"
 
Before the young boy realized it, he was being dragged back. By water, of all
things. And he definitely did not see the huge ass ice block coming straight at
him.
Now, Anakin thought, now would be a good time to faint.
And that was exactly what he did.
***** anakin is naked and afraid *****
Chapter Summary
     basically the title
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
How long had it been? It could've been days, weeks, or months. 
Anakin awoke in a dark room; he found himself naked and freshly washed as his
hair was back to it's usual state, apart from the roses braided into his hair.
When didthat happen? (though he did admit they smelled and looked quite nice.)
He smelled of vanilla and something he couldn't place, but gave off the scent
of something dangerous and beautiful.
Letting his eyes adjust to the darkness, Anakin saw that the bed he was lying
in was dark, dark purple and not black;  there were thin, wispy black curtains
framing the bed and all across the room. There were no windows; in a corner sat
a big, black vanity, which seemed to look empty except for a vase of roses
sitting contently on the surface. The sheets of the bed were softer than
anything he'd ever felt; it must have been some of kind of expensive fabric,
like silk. They fell from his hands like water, and was smooth to the touch. To
get a better view of the room he was locked in, Anakin arose from lying down to
a sitting position. As he did this, he felt the texture of something
unfamiliar. Bringing his hand up to his neck, he realized it was leather.
A leather collar? Anakin thought, his delicate features turning into a frown of
confusion. A collar...
As Anakin's face went from confusion to realization to horror, everything
dawned on him.
"I - I'm not that kind of slave!"
"What kind of slave?"
It was in this moment that the twin doors opened, revealing a splendorous man
dressed in a much purple and gold. Much like Anakin's, he had long, flowing
chestnut hair (though much longer than Anakin's.) He donned a gold headpiece
with... hearts?
"I am the Servant of Lord Dio; you may call me Vanilla Ice,"
Anakin was too scared to reply.
Vanilla Ice made his over to Anakin's bed, bringing with him cuffs.
"Get up, and turn around." 
Afraid, Anakin gingerly made his way out of the bed and allowed himself to be
cuffed.
"Follow me."
As the two made their way down the many hallways, Anakin could sense many, many
presences around him. They weren't visible, but they definitely made him feel
uncomfortable as fuck.
"Va-Vanilla Ice... You wouldn't happen to have any spare clothes, would you?"
Anakin whispered, embarrassed of his nudity.
"I do, but I have been ordered to keep you naked at all times."
Tears forming at the corners of his eyes, Anakin was scared and naked and
embarrassed. He was just a boy; one day he was happily working on the familiar
lands of Tatooine, and the next.... Naked and in the house of a man whose name
he'd never heard, sent here as nothing more than a rent boy. This was truly a
horrendous day for the young Skywalker. 
The pair entered an enormous, dark room, which seemed to be inhabited by
nothing more than a man whose face Anakin could not see. The moment they had
entered, the atmosphere had changed dramatically. The fear he had felt before
was nothing in comparison to this. Anakin didn't even realize Vanilla Ice
leaving his side. The strange man gave off the impression of dominance, power,
and sex - all the things Anakin had never even come close to experiencing in
his life.
"Who might you be?"
"M-My name is Anakin Skywalker! I am - no, was a slave of Tatooine." Anakin
bowed his head as the man came closer.
"Oh? A slave?" The man suddenly took out a knife from nowhere and hooked in
under Anakin's collar, bringing him closer by dragging him by the knife and
collar. "Do not be afraid Anakin; I don't intend on hurting you. Let's be
friends - I am Lord Dio."
It was then the man ascended from the darkness he'd been shrouded in. His hair
gleamed a bright gold; it flowed magnificently down his shoulders and had many
roses braided in. Lord Dio was shirtless; this revealed a toned, muscular,
beautiful body - a body much more beautiful any else Anakin had ever seen. The
rest of his body was draped in thin, smooth white sheets of satin. On his
ankles and arms he wore bands of gold, and his eyes - how they burned a rich
blood red, but refused any warmth. A cold fire. 
Anakin was caught in Dio's beauty; his body seemed to react and move by its
own. Soon enough, he found himself in bed with Dio, with the accomplice of a
warm, pleasant feeling in his stomach.
"Well, Anakin - what do you say?"
It was then Dio bought out his massive cock.
 
Chapter End Notes
     IM SORRY I HAD TO GET RID OF HTE BANANA OUTFIT ANAKIN WOULDNT HAVE
     TAKEN DIO SERIOUSLY
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