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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/Giorno_Giovanna
  Character:
      Dio_Brando, Giorno_Giovanna
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Pure_PWP
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-12-22 Words: 3384
****** Famiglia ******
by cliscia
Summary
     Giorno is the one who comes to him, and Dio is more than happy to
     satisfy his son's desire for his affection.
Notes
     Inspired by a dream I had, but I honestly just wanted to write some
     DioGio PWP.
See the end of the work for more notes
The child comes to him cold faced but timid. His posture is calm, unwavering,
yet Dio can sniff out submission like a fox in a rabbit hole. He sets his book
down and offers his hand to the youth, who takes it with such grace that it
fills him with pride.
“For what reason do you humble yourself with my presence, child? Tell me, what
can your father do for you?”
For all the slander said against him, Dio was a very giving man, and with those
composed blue eyes looking at him with need of favor, he took the boy into his
arms and let him into his chambers.
Pale, dusty pink lips parted and he could feel the exhale of breath against his
brother’s stolen skin as he kissed his way down his neck. The boy remains
forever calm underneath him, so much so that Dio wonders why he would request
such a thing of him in the first place, until he sets his hand on his thigh and
feels the way that he trembles ever so softly.
Giorno is strong, but knows his place, and is easily manipulated however Dio
wishes. He arches and bends underneath his hands so beautifully that he feels
as though perhaps he was born to be an instrument more than his son. But this
is all because of Giorno’s wishes, and slowly, he leans against his father’s
touches.
But oh, what a clever child! Dio sees it in his eyes when he pulls back that
Giorno is playing a selfish game. He stares at him and tuts his tongue and
Giorno can’t help but to look away.
“The affection you desire must come at a price.” Dio is stern but not callous.
This is his creation, after all. Giorno nods his head compliantly. “You must
give me something in return if you want my, Dio’s, love.”
The matter of payment is silently understood and the boy exhales shakily, his
head bowed as he tries to find that composure within himself that has gotten
him so far. He begins to lie down against the bed before Dio catches his arm.
“Not so quickly. Let this last. Let me give you what you want, first.”
He sees the way that Giorno squeezes his eyes tight shut as Dio pulls him to
him, leaning back against the headboard so that he sits facing him and
straddling his lap like a child. Suddenly, the only part of him that Dio can
see are his ears burning red with embarrassment as Giorno leans against his
chest and wraps his arms around him, pressing his cheek against his neck and
grounding himself in his father’s presence. The shameful need for affection
does not bother him. Dio chuckles softly and allows him his childish actions.
The hug lasts only as long as Dio wills it. There is no rhythmic tick of a
clock to count the time of Giorno’s embrace. Instead, Dio waits it out, running
his hands along his back and over his thighs, pinching slightly. This makes
Giorno jerk and tighten his thighs around his hips like a startled animal. Dio
laughs melodically and feels his son press his face further against his neck.
The affection he seeks is rewarded to him as he pulls the boy back from his
embrace just slightly so that Dio can resume the kisses against his unmarked
skin. He can feel the way that he melts, shivering as Dio’s lips caress the
junction of his neck and shoulder. Giorno’s blood beats loud and warm under his
skin and Dio himself sighs, imagining its taste.
It’s tantalizing. Dio exhales through his nose and reaches up to pull the
collar of his son’s shirt away so that he can mouth more freely at his neck. He
runs his tongue flat and wet against his neck. He can feel the way that Giorno
gulps and tenses. The hot pulse of his blood underneath his lips is so enticing
and he can’t help but to graze his teeth over his perfect skin. Dio is overcome
with the sudden desire to bite him and mark his virgin skin.
Giorno’s voice lilts when Dio jerks his shirt down and off his shoulder,
exposing the bare expanse of his neck and collarbone. He yelps again as Dio
lowers him down to lay back against the bed, and he wraps his legs around his
waist to stay secure and to keep the position they had been in, keeping his
sudden nagging fear at bay by focusing on the way that Dio held him still.
His eyelids fluttered in anxiety and pleasure as Dio ran his tongue up his
jugular, his teeth sharp and threatening against his skin like a promise. The
whole world was hot, hot, and his nerves were alight on fire the more that Dio
worked on him, kissing and licking and sucking on his neck so passionately. It
seemed to last for an eternity and Giorno whimpered in shame and fear at the
way that his father so hungrily craved what he had to offer. Tension and heat
filled him so violently that he felt fit to burst. With resignation, Giorno
sighed and leaned his head back, offering his neck up as a complete sign of
submission, understanding the cost of payment that was asked of him.
Pride and hunger washed over him and Dio needed no more encouragement as he
held Giorno’s head down and sunk his teeth into his skin. The burst of blood
blessed his tongue and flooded his senses with pleasure. All sense of self
seemed to leave him as he growled and bit hard, his latent arousal becoming
prominent as he rocked against Giorno like a wild thing. Through the red haze
of hunger he could hear Giorno moan repeatedly, becoming aware of the way that
his manicured nails dug into his back as he held onto him.
Allowing himself a fair few moments more of the taste of his son’s blood, Dio
pulled back, eyes clouded with voracity as he looked down at the boy, seeing
the way that his chest violently rose and fell and his eyebrows furrowed,
looking up at him with fear and need. Red stains his alabaster skin like
blossoming beauty, pooling from the bite on the star shaped birthmark that
decorated his shoulder.
With the payment complete, Dio softens. His son will have all of his love and
more. He will make up for their time lost by worshipping him, engraving himself
onto his soul as Giorno soaks it up like a man dying of thirst. He’s so
desperate, he can see it in his eyes as he looks up at him, and Dio can’t help
but nip him gently on his shoulder again, tongue lapping at the wound on his
birthmark, his love for Jonathan flitting briefly through his mind. Giorno is
his creation, and he loves him.
Eventually Giorno’s fear wanes as Dio’s kisses subside in their bloodlust and
are renewed with passion. Usually silent, he allows himself a few soft moans as
Dio’s hands press against his chest and sides. He wants to be touched by the
man he hates so desperately but can’t help but admire, his father. He wants to
be his perfect thing, an improved reflection of him that Dio can take pride in,
and the way that he holds him close while lapping at his jaw and rocking slowly
against him, Giorno is satisfied.
“No more faces,” Dio says, his hands pushing underneath Giorno’s shirt to
explore his chest, “no more games. Let go. Show me how you really feel.”
The boy makes a strained sound in the back of his throat as a result. He is far
too stiff, too wrapped up in his own composure too let himself truly succumb to
Dio’s gifts. Dio wants to ruin his dignity.
He leans forward to kiss him on the lips, light and teasing while his hands
work his shirt off. Giorno’s eyes are shut as he kisses him. His body feels so
small and lithe under his hands, his skin smooth and warm, young and
tantalizing. Dio holds him still as he pulls his shirt off of his body and is
delighted by how Giorno whimpers against him but not resist as he makes the
same work done with his pants.
“Beautiful.”
His long legs stay wrapped around his waist and Dio marvels at his body as
leans back to look down on his naked form. Giorno’s eyes stay closed upon
inspection, and they squeeze shut tighter as Dio runs a finger down his smooth
chest. Dio’s shadow falls over his body as he looks at him, and he can’t help
but feel sentiment at all the similarities he sees between them.
“You’re mine.”
There’s no way to deny it and Dio’s hands move to hold his son’s face as he
kisses his lips hard with passion. Giorno’s eyes open in surprise and Dio holds
his gaze as he runs his tongue over the boy’s lips. Giorno makes a noise of
nervous distress but Dio does not let him pull away, and prods more forcefully
until Giorno finally gives in.
The inside of his mouth his hot and wet as Dio invades it. His tongue runs over
his teeth and tongue with searching intent, mapping and marking everything he
finds down in his mind like conquest. He lays claim on him like uncharted land,
drinking in Giorno’s whimpers as he presses him down hard against the bed,
taking in all of the beauty he finds. Everything Giorno has to offer, Dio will
take and build upon. For the first time, as his hands move to undo the tight
band that kept Giorno’s hair braided tight together, he truly feels like a
father.
The fine threads of Giorno’s composure were finding themselves becoming undone
with the passion of Dio’s parenting. He could feel his hair unwind from its
strict style as his father pet him and kissed him and held him down and close.
He felt like the star of his world, bathed in luxury and glamor, and lavished
with love. Giorno moaned and rubbed his tongue against Dio’s and tasted the
metallic tang of his mouth. Heat clouded his mind as Dio tore down his walls,
and he rotated his hips up to rub against his father’s own smoldering arousal.
Pleased by Giorno’s initiative and the pleasure that the friction brought, Dio
bucked his hips back in response. The boy did not flinch away and met him with
fervor. How pleasant. Intent with finding Giorno’s ferocity that he surely must
mirror, he jerked hard on the long blond braid that was so quickly finding
itself unraveling. Giorno groaned and sighed into his kiss, his tongue pressing
against the top of his mouth as he tensed before rocking his hips back up to
rub harder against him.
Quick work was made of the braid as Dio tugged his fingers through it. Long
locks of gold framed Giorno’s face like waves cascading against the Italian
shore. He panted and his chest heaved as Dio admired his handiwork. Spit coated
his lips as they parted from their kiss and a heavy red flush was painted over
his cheeks. Dio considered himself an artist. What a beautiful thing he
created.
Giorno heeded Dio’s wishes and whimpered openly when Dio held his hips and
lifted him up to kiss along the smooth alabaster curve of his inner thighs.
Shame was a thing of the past and Giorno’s hard cock twitched when Dio laid his
tongue flat and licked up the space between his ass and balls. His nose pressed
against his balls as he sucked on the skin of his perineum, making Giorno
squirm and pant.
He was hairless apart from a hint of golden blond above his penis, and Dio
quirked his eyebrow in intrigue, used to the bodies of more masculine men.
Small nips were placed on his thighs and Giorno squirmed harder when Dio rubbed
his cheek against his erection. But focus was not placed there, and Giorno’s
grunt turned into a moan when he felt the slippery tip of his father’s tongue
press into his asshole.
The sensation was strange but not quite unpleasant and Giorno shifted
nervously. Dio’s tongue felt slippery and warm as it pushed into him. His hands
held his hips up and Giorno wrapped his legs around Dio’s head, making Dio
groan against him. The vibrations of his groan rippled through him and Giorno
bucked his ass up against Dio’s mouth. The longer his tongue was inside of him
the more he was able to adjust, and like a switch was suddenly turned on inside
of him, Giorno was writhing in pleasure.
Heavy streams of moans flowed from his lips as he loosened up and succumbed to
the feeling that made his body feel so warm. Through his vision blurry with
lust, he could see Dio’s head between his thighs. He groaned and threw his head
back. Giorno threw his head from side to side and buried his face in his hair,
gripping the bed sheets as an anchor, his mind drifting farther and farther
away while Dio moved his tongue in and out of him.
All of Giorno’s composure was gone and Dio reveled in the sounds of need that
he was sharing as he rubbed his tongue inside of his ass. Dio groaned at how
tight he was and felt a certain smugness when he began to loosen up. Letting
his tongue slip out of his ass, he licked and sucked on the skin around it,
grinning when Giorno almost whined for him to resume, missing the way his
tongue had felt in a place so intimate and sensitive.
Soon the emptiness was replaced by the insistent pressing of Dio’s fingers as
he pushed them into his entrance up to his knuckles.
“Is this the love you’ve always wanted?”
Giorno’s eyes rolled back as he finally wrapped his hand around his erection.
Giorno thrust his hips up as Dio pumped him, his fist tightening and thumb
rubbing the precum that dripped from his slit onto the head of his cock. His
whole body shook from the immense pleasure that was tormenting him. A deep,
craving ache filled him as Dio pressed another finger into him, his tempo
speeding up as he fucked him harder with his fingers. Giorno dug the heels of
his feet into Dio’s back and rolled his hips into his father’s touches.
He was a mess and Dio loved it. Loved the way his back arched, how his hands
clenched the bed, the way that his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes looked at him
with such incredible adoration in that moment. Giorno needed him. Dio would
fill the empty space in Giorno’s life where he should have always been.
Pulling his fingers out of Giorno’s ass, the boy whined, and Dio grabbed his
hips and lifted him up so that his weight rested on his shoulders. He held him
still as his free hand unbuttoned the front of his pants, groaning as he pulled
his hard cock out. He leaned forward and slid his cock against Giorno’s ass.
Looking up at him, Giorno pleaded, and Dio couldn’t help but give his son
everything that he wanted.
“Padre!”
Slowly, Dio pushed the head of his dick into him. Giorno gave him no
resistance, his body taking him in with desperation. Blood rushed through his
ears as he pressed his thick cock deep inside of him, pressing against his
walls and filling him up so that his son could never forget his presence.
Beneath him, Giorno moaned his name.
“Padre, padre, padre! Oh, dio!”
He was his god and his father. He was his everything, his creator and lover.
Dio created his life and he enchanted it too. Giorno’s body shook with
pleasure, face flushed, erection hard against his stomach. He tightened when
Dio finally pushed completely inside of him. Dio waited only long enough for
Giorno to open his eyes before he began to fuck him. He held his gaze as he
pulled his erection out of him before slamming back in. Giorno’s blue eyes
beheld him with absolute power.
 “Dio! Oh dio! Dio! Dio!”
The world was entirely singular as Dio fucked him. All that existed was him and
his son, and the pleasure they shared between them as he rocked into him.
Giorno’s body jerked every time that Dio rocked into him, his hair becoming
tangled from the friction. Giorno did not seem to care. Usually collected,
Giorno fell apart underneath the forceful thrusts, moaning repeatedly and
openly, drinking in all of his father’s love and lust.
“Giorno.”
Dio slid his hands down his torso to cup his face. Giorno looked at him with
craving need, his body and soul starving for his attention. He called his name
out over and over, desperate and wanton, and held his knees as close to his
head as he could so that Dio could love and fuck him harder. Dio complied.
His thrusts were harsh and purposeful, rocking into him with intent, encouraged
by the way that Giorno bucked up to meet him. His cock was large but Giorno
took it all, loving his biological father’s body. The steady rhythm that he set
was disrupted when Giorno gasped, making Dio still and grind his hips up to rub
against Giorno’s prostate. Giorno was pleading with him, long incoherent noises
spilling from his mouth as he babbled in half Italian, desperately begging for
the ecstasy that Dio was blessing him with.
Dio held onto Giorno’s thighs as he resumed fucking him, feeling his balls slap
against his ass each time he rammed into him. Giorno was no longer able to meet
his thrusts, but Dio took no mind, continuing to rock into him relentlessly.
Burying himself to the hilt inside of his son again and again, Dio panted,
overcome by how tight he was, losing himself in their family bonds.
But Giorno was young, and Dio could tell he was close. There was only so much
he could take, and he seemed to hit his limit when Dio increased his already
furious tempo. The body beneath him writhed and Giorno’s mouth fell open,
moaning deliriously, his eyes far away. But Giorno had come to him for his
affection, and Dio would give it to him.
Without slowing down, Dio fucked him mercilessly, and watched as his son
finally arched and cried out, cumming hard without even being given the luxury
of his erection being touched. His eyes rolled back into his head as he came,
body tightening up in euphoria. Long strands of semen shot from his cock,
covering his chest and landing in streams across his face. Giorno’s whole body
shook as he reached nirvana.
Dio was captivated by his brilliance, broken from the sight only by a groan
when Giorno tightened around him. The pleasure was short lived as his body fell
slack shortly after. Dio did his best to hold him up in position. Skill was
granted to Dio with age, and taking a few more minutes to fuck him for his own
pleasure, Dio willed himself to completion, keeping his eyes on the elegant
beauty of Giorno’s face.
“Haruno.
Orgasm hit him hard and Dio grunted, stilling as he buried himself deep inside
of his son and filled him with his cum, marking him with the same uniqueness
that he created him with. Branding him. Dio held tight onto Giorno’s thighs as
he rode out his orgasm, rocking into him to hold the feeling as long as
possible.
The pleasure blacked his mind, and Dio pulled out slowly after he finished,
rubbing his cock against Giorno’s ass almost fondly. Giorno looked at him
listlessly, silent distant, regaining himself from the brink of delirious
ecstasy Dio pushed him to. Feeling content with himself and satisfied that he
fulfilled Giorno’s wishes, Dio stood to leave. He paused when he felt Giorno
reach out to grab his arm. Turning back, he saw the way that Giorno looked up
at him, those calm blue eyes imploring, like a disciple on their knees in the
submission of prayer.
“Soggiornare, padre.”
Dio never was able to deny his son.
 
End Notes
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