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  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
  Relationship:
      Dio_Brando/Jean_Pierre_Polnareff, Dio_Brando/Kakyoin_Noriaki, Kakyoin
      Noriaki/Jean_Pierre_Polnareff
  Additional Tags:
      Tentacle_Sex, Mind_Control
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-08-02 Completed: 2016-08-03 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 2752
****** Egypt (The Chains are On) ******
by bunnyfication
Summary
     Dio is a creepy fucker who makes Kakyoin and Polnareff put on a show
     for him.
Notes
     This was also something I wrote for an anon kink meme. Rereading it,
     I'd actually forgotten how creepy Dio is in this. Which is
     appropriate, considering. Please note all the warnings before reading
     and let me know if I should add something I didn't think of.
***** Chapter 1 *****
”Follow me, Polnareff,” Dio told him, his voice coolly amused.
Polnareff followed him, of course. He stumbled slightly as Dio's hand drew over
his back, his nails scratching at the skin. Polnareff felt dizzy, with the same
heady feeling he always got in Dio's presence, as long as... as long as they'd
known each other, surely? For some reason, it was hard to think of their first
meeting, as if the memories burned.
”Polnareff,” Dio chided, and he realized he had stopped, distracted.
He stuttered apologies, shivering anew as Dio told him it was allright, just
over here, through this door...
It was one of the bedrooms, with a four-poster bed covered in black sheets, the
heavy red drapes pulled back. A young man was lying on it, naked, his arms and
legs in a loose sprawl. His skin looked very pale against the dark sheets, and
his hair was red like blood, one long strand of it trailing away from his
forehead.
”L-lord Dio?” Polnareff asked, confused. He knew Dio liked to play, sometimes
with several people at once, but something seemed... not right. ”What...”
Dio's hands fell on his shoulders, tips of his nails digging into Polnareff's
skin and he whimpered, feeling dizzy again. Dio leaned down to whisper in his
ear, in that thick honeyed voice that was impossible to resist:
”See Polnareff, this is my new friend Kakyoin, and you know how I like my
friends to... like each other. So, will you be good and get to know him?”
One of his hands had trailed down, twisting at a nipple on it's way down and
making Polnareff twitch, and then Dio's fingers curled around his cock,
stroking slowly up and down. How long had he been hard, Polnareff wondered
momentarily, and then dismissed it. It didn't matter. Nothing did... well, that
wasn't true. He still had to find Sherry's killer, just...
”Polnareff!” Dio snapped, his tone impatient, the hold growing suddenly
painful, and Polnareff cried out, shaking with sudden remorse.
Dio let go of him, pushing him forward and causing him to stumble a few steps
towards the bed.
”Do try to concentrate, Polnareff, though I know it's difficult for you...” Dio
told him, his voice coldly amused. ”Now, do feel free to improvise,” he purred,
as Polnareff walked the last few steps to the bed.
Dio circled over on the other side and sat on the bed behind the other man.
Polnareff had thought he might be asleep, but he sat up as Polnareff
approached. He looked confused, glancing from Polnareff to Dio and then back
again.
He said something that Polnareff couldn't understand. The frown on his face
deepened, and he repeated, in lightly accented English.
”Dio, what is going on?”
Dio was smiling at him, and Polnareff could tell it had the same effect on the
other man, could see his breath speed up as Dio leaned closer to kiss him. When
he pulled back and turned Kakyoin to face Polnareff, Kakyoin's eyes were heavy
lidded and darkened with desire.
”Today,” Dio told them, ”I feel like watching you two. Do make it...
interesting, won't you.”
Polnareff felt frozen, like he was standing on the edge of a precipice and
looking down. His heart was beating too fast in his chest, panicked for no
reason he could fully grasp.
It was Kakyoin who moved forward, pulling him down onto the bed and into a
kiss, and Polnareff followed helplessly. Kakyoin was warm, in a way that was
strangely unfamiliar.
Dio laughed, lowly, and Polnareff thought distantly that his skin was always
cool, even like this.
He shook, overwhelmed by sensation, unable to concentrate on anything in
particular. Kakyoin was pulling at him, his hold almost hard enough to bruise,
rolling them over until he had Polnareff under him.
He stopped, there, and Polnareff opened eyes he hadn't realized he'd closed,
staring up at wide, dark-amber eyes.
Kakyoin's face twisted with something almost like pain, and then he dove down,
angling Polnareff's face to kiss him even deeper. Kakyoin licked into his
mouth, the tip of his tongue pushing at Polnareff's and lips sealed to his
until he felt like he was drowning.
”My, how agressive my dear Kakyoin...”
Dio commented, as Kakyoin finally had to pull back, both of them gasping.
Polnareff could feel drool escape his mouth and drip over the side of his face,
but it didn't matter.
Kakyoin was rutting against him, in fast jerky movements that Polnareff
couldn't help but meet. He felt strange, numb and bruised and... good.
”Not so fast,” Dio commanded.
Polnareff froze, though Kakyoin didn't, his hips continuing to move, until Dio
pulled him back.
Polnareff couldn't see what he did, but Kakyin keened, a protesting sound that
ended muffled. As he got up on his elbows, still feeling shaky, he could see
that Dio was kissing Kakyoin, one hand on his erection, too tight to look
comfortable.
Kakyoin was twitching in his hold, his face twisted, until he seemed to settle,
only shivering slightly.
”Good boy,” Dio told him as he ended the kiss, petting Kakyoin's side gently as
he gasped for breath. Dio kissed his cheek, an absurdly gentle gesture, and
then glanced at Polnareff, his mouth curling into a smile.
”Say, Kakyoin, would you like to show your stand to your new friend? Wouldn't
that be fun?”
Kakyoin's gaze dropped down toward the bed, his breathing fast, but when he
looked up there was almost a feverish look on his face, his eyes fixed on
Polnareff.
”Yes,” he whispered in a thick voice, and then drew in a deep breath and let it
out slowly.
He crawled towards Polnareff, muttering something in a language he couldn't
understand, and then there was... something, curling around Polnareff's wrists,
something long and thin and slippery. He looked down, and saw glittering green
and silver bands around his wrists.
”What...” Polnareff asked, but there was one on his face as well, curling into
his open mouth, like a very long tongue. He froze as it caressed his lips, as
more of them curled all around him, around his neck and waist, drifting to curl
loosely around his cock.
”Don't move,” Kakyoin told him, sounding almost dreamy, though when Polnareff
looked at his face he was staring at him with a hungry look. ”Don't worry, he
won't hurt you.”
He was pulled back by the bands, arms stretched over his head and legs spread,
and Polnareff though that this, at least, seemed fairly familiar. There were
hands on his thighs, pulling them further apart, and then a hot mouth on his
cock, licking up the shaft.
He could feel the bands on his legs, trailing up and up along his thighs, a
circling pressure. It felt like another tongue, and he shifted vainly, not sure
if he was looking for more or less sensation. It was almost a relief as one
pushed into his ass, too suddenly.
Not that the pain was enough to diminish the pleasure, with how slippery it
was. For a moment, it was still, and then the thing moved, slowly pulling out
and then in again.
Kakyoin was panting, and when Polnareff managed to open his eyes he looked
almost... lost, somehow.
”It's... it's ok,” he told the younger man, bound arms twitching in a futile
effort to touch him, hold him. ”It's good,” Polnareff continued, and Kakyoin's
head hung down, his shoulders shaking as if it was too much effort to hold
himself up.
”Want more,” he whispered, and Polnareff nodded.
”It's ok,” he repeated, and then gasped because there was another wriggling
band pushing into him, stretching him out further and he had to throw his head
back, his spine curling.
*
Polnareff had lost sense of time, at some point. He wasn't sure how many of the
bands were inside him, only that he felt stretched out, too full but too on
edge to care. One was curled around his erection, keeping him from coming, and
had for a while now.
Someone somewhere was making a lot of noise, and it was only as more glittery
green bands pushed into his mouth, enough to almost choke him, that Polnareff
realized it had been him. Oh.
”Please,” he gasped, as they pulled back slightly.
”Yes,” two voices replied, one deep and calm and the other thick with desire.
The bands in his mouth pulled out, leaving strands of drool over his chin, and
then someone was crawling over him, a light pressure... Kakyoin, he realized
distantly, and Polnareff opened his mouth willingly for his cock as he pushed
in, making sharp desperate noises. Polnareff didn't gag around it, even when
Kakyoin pushed in deep and held him there, long fingers clutched in his hair,
pulling at it.
At the same time, the bands in his ass pushed in hard, pressing at his
prostate, and then the one around his cock loosened, and that was all he needed
to come, cum flooding out, leaking over his stomach and pooling there.
Kakyoin pulled out and then slumped forward, seeming too exhausted to move from
where he was kneeling over Polnareff's chest. He didn't feel like moving
either, his mind blank of all thought and feeling.
”Very good, Kakyoin...” Dio purred, and Polnareff realized with choking guilt
that he'd almost forgotten he was there.
He was kneeling on the bed beside them, hands stroking over Kakyoin's body and
pulling him back slightly. As his fingers caressed Kakyoin's face, stroking
along his hairline, he suddenly twitched, eyes growing wide as he groaned and
arched.
”There there,” Dio whispered, and then laughed under his breath. ”Sensitive,
isn't it? Well, it would be...”
He pulled away, and Kakyoin slumped down over Polnareff, like a marionette with
cut strings.
Dio's voice trailed to them as he got up and walked away from the bed and
towards the door.
”Rest now, little ones. Kakyoin will be flying home tomorrow, and then you'll
have a little task to do. I'm sure he'll do as plendidly with that one as
today...”
”Yes, lord Dio,” Kakyoin whispered, his words muffled against Polnareff's
chest, and choked by exhaustion. Absently, Polnaredd reached up to pet at his
back, and left his hand resting there as his eyes began to close, the world
growing distant as he fell into sated sleep.
***** All the Fools Sailed Away *****
Kakyoin sat in a plush chair, his head pillowed on the thick velvet.
It was a peculiar state he was in, he thought. He felt at once as if there was
some enormous pressure on him, stopping him from getting up from the chair. And
yet, as if he was floating.
Someone, somewhere, had explained hydrostatic pressure to him. How normally,
the air presses down on people, but the fluids in them push out at the same
rate... unless you dived down in the ocean. The deeper you went, the more
pressure, until a human would be crushed to death.
He could almost hear a low, gruff voice, a faint memory of gratification
because it was so rare that-- what was so rare? He couldn't recall.
His gaze wandered around the room, sticking on inconsequal details here and
there. It was dark, with candles set in sconces on the walls here and there.
Red candles, the wax dripping down and caking the holders. There were gild
framed mirrors behind each, reflecting the flames.
The mirrors looked old, warped and cracked.
They used to make mirrors with mercury, applied with silver on glass and then
heated to vaporize the mercury. Mercury vapours, which the mirror makers often
breathed right in, a slow insidious poisoning.
Nervousness, irritability, mood instability, tremors, blushing, personality
change, impaired hearing... and so on. You went mad and then died, painfully.
But wasn't it so beautiful, liquid mercury? Like living silver.
His limbs jerked, prompted by something beyond his control. Kakyoin tried to
ignore it. He thought he could hear singing, in the distance outside the room.
A strange sound on the edge of hearing, on a frequency almost too high for
human ears, perhaps.
It was muted by the thick wine red curtains covering most of the walls. If
there were any doors or windows in the room they were well hidden. Velvet,
again.
It was all so ostentatious, Kakyoin thought with a distant irritation. The red
velvet, the red candles, the carpets with their complicated undulating designs,
the heavily carved furniture. Suffocating.
He couldn't seem to take deep breaths, any more than he could move.
A low laugh caught his attention, drew it to the poster bed in the middle of
the room.
Somehow, his gaze had glided around it before, like oil repelling water.
The bed was like everything else. Old, intricately carved, of dark wood and
hung with curtains, except these were pulled back, tied to the posts with thick
ropes.
He was distracted by those for a moment, how the ropes curled around the soft
fabric and pillars of wood, entirely too long for the purpose. They reminded
him of snakes, perhaps.
He'd never feared snakes, not even as a child.
An old memory, of a bright green one wrapped around his arm, his childish voice
laughing-- the memory guttered out like a candle in an airless room, and he
gasped, entire body jerking minutely again.
There was someone looking at him. A man on the bed, with gold hair and eyes
like knives. Sharp enough to flay Kakyoin to the bone, or pin him down like an
insect on a display board.
There was nothing he could do. Nothing. He'd already lost, Kakyoin thought
numbly.
Wasn't it, rather, a relief...?
The man smiled, slow, satisfied, and turned his piercing gaze elsewhere, on the
body beneath him.
They were tangled with each other, the other man's leg thrown over his
shoulder, lying there almost limply.
The man on top looked pleased, eyes narrowing, catlike, as he nuzzled the skin
at the other's neck. With his lips, first, and then teeth, sharp eyeteeth
catching on the skin, leaving scrapes that beaded with blood. The man licked
them away, as the man beneath him moaned softly.
It didn't sound like pain.
A low chuckle, from the golden-haired man, before he moved his hips, back and
forward again, in a rocking motion. There was a wet sound of flesh against
flesh. Another moan, slightly louder this time, and the other man arched his
back.
He was silver, Kakyoin thought in his calm distance. His hair, where it fell on
the bed, messy and sticky looking, but silvery white. Milky skin, flushed as it
was. And he was wearing jewelry, thin silver chains that draped over rippling
muscle, sparkling here and there with clear stones.
He wore a choker as well, silver, diamonds and pearls of some black material.
Jet, perhaps, or something more valuable. A large blue sapphire was set in the
centre.
The first man leaned down, sinking a hand in silvery hair to pull the other
man's head back, almost brutally. His neck arched, mouth opened in a soundless
cry. His eyes seemed to meet Kakyoin's, but he wasn't sure the man even saw
him. His eyes were blue, like the sapphire, and empty beneath the surface
tension of pleasure.
Kakyoin woke, suddenly and completely.
He was shaking minutely, so tense every muscle ached, his teeth ground
together. After a seemingly indefinite moment of lying on his back, he managed
to curl on his side. With the movement, a wave of nausea hit him, and he closed
his eyes, took deep breaths to will it down.
He'd been hard when he woke. It didn't mean anything. Bodies were stupid,
reacted in strange ways to things. Including sheer terror.
”Not afraid,” he whispered to the darkness. He could hear desert noises through
the thin windowpane, and the irritating whine of a mosquito, hopefully behind
the net around the bed.
All familiar, by now. Almost more familiar than home... it seemed so far away,
now, like a place he'd left a lifetime ago.
One way or another, he would never return there. Not the person he'd been,
anyway, Kakyoin swore to himself, as the nausea slowly faded away.
”Kakyoin?” Polnareff, sounding tentative
Kakyoin stiffened slightly. He'd almost forgotten he was sharing the room with
him that night.
”Everything ok?” Polnareff asked. His voice was sleepy, and Kakyoin relaxed
once more.
”Fine,” he replied shortly. ”Go back to sleep.”
”If you're sure...” Polnareff mumbled, sounding half asleep already.
”I'm sure,” Kakyoin replied softly.
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