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works/5207717.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      Other
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Dio_Brando/Kakyoin_Noriaki
  Character:
      Dio_Brando, Kakyoin_Noriaki
  Additional Tags:
      Vomiting, Mind_Control, Body_Horror, PIV_Sex, Dubious_Consent, Tentacles,
      Blood_Drinking, Trans_Character
  Series:
      Part 1 of Fleshbud_Verse
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-09-10 Words: 2225
****** Hunter's Kiss ******
by atlanxic
Summary
     The first time Kakyoin meets Dio, it changes their entire life.
Notes
     Kakyoin is dfab non-binary and also psychotic. Dio is dmab post-
     gender. Mind the warning tags.
They're lost. That, in itself, wouldn't have been a big deal. They've traveled
enough to have a gut instinct for directions, a way with asking for help from
people with no more shared language than what the travel book will provide. But
Cairo's tangled marketplaces are a far sight different from the comfortable
tourist districts of the Netherlands. Everyone they ask talks too quickly, and
directs them around a dozen turns to get back to a hotel they're not sure they
can pronounce well enough to be the right one. The canopies block out the sun
and their sense of direction, and by the time they wander into a plaza again,
the sun is setting. They haven't managed to spot a phone booth all day. They're
tired.
They rest for a bit. They try to calm their breath and their nerves both before
setting off again. They think they've been going roughly west. If they set out
with their back to the setting sun, surely they'll find familiar territory
again soon.
Four dead ends full of peering eyes and countless unexpected turns later,
they're starting to get scared. It's no good to panic, they tell themself.
You'll find your way back eventually, but it won't help to panic about it. Ask
someone for a phone.
Which is easy enough to think, but less easy to act on. They've gotten out to
the back alleys, now. They're not sure when it happened, but the people thinned
out somewhere along the way, and now there's hardly anyone to be seen. Even
street-lamps are infrequent. They bite their lip, hard. Blink a few times,
clench and unclench their hands rhythmically. It's no use crying, they repeat
in their head. You'll manage. Find a phone.
Which is when someone says, like a god-send, "You look lost." In English.
Kakyoin's English is not the best, admittedly, but it's leagues better than
their Arabic, and they latch onto it immediately.
"Yes!" They exclaim, and turn around to face the speaker. Their mind short-
circuits for a moment.
The person standing in front of them is gorgeous. Impressively built, and tall
enough to balance it, with elegantly narrow hips, just barely covered by a pair
of luxurious silk pants. A pointed jawline, flowing blond hair. And eyes that
look piercingly red in the melting street light.
"Come with me," they say. And Kakyoin follows them without question. The
streets are just as winding and maze-like as before, but the figure strides
through them without hesitation. Kakyoin catches themself staring at their
broad shoulders more than once. They're grateful that the other doesn't turn to
look at them. It doesn't occur to them that they haven't been asked where
they're trying to go.
The blond figure stops suddenly. Their surroundings are, if anything, even more
isolated than they were before. The peering moonlight finds its way between
buildings to shine on them. Even under its pure blue-white light, the other
person's eyes look bright red.
"I'm trying to get to a hotel," Kakyoin starts. "Maybe you know where it is,
it's-"
"My name is DIO," the figure speaks, ignoring what Kakyoin was trying to say.
They feel pinned under Dio's gaze. Dio advances towards them. They step back.
Keep stepping back until they're blocked by a building. Dio's hair cascades
down Dio's shoulders.
Hierophant Green appears by their side. They hold hands with it on instinct.
"Who's your friend?" Dio purrs, staring down at them. Kakyoin startles.
"You can see it!" They exclaim. They'd never met anyone else who could. They'd
never met anyone else who believed them about their green friend and protector.
"But of course," Dio replies. Dio's edges blur, and then something else is
standing behind Dio. A figure as strong as Dio is, impassive expression fixed
on Kakyoin. "There is nothing I can't do."
Dio's hair seemed to have been getting longer for a while. Kakyoin had assumed
it was just another one of those things. Like the flashing lights, the melting
faces, the cautious creatures that stare at them from the closet some nights.
Like the bugs that appear in the dozens when they're stressed, and those crawl
on them, too, admittedly, but it never feels quite so real as Dio's hair
touching their arm.
They stare up at Dio, and truth to be told they have no idea what's going on.
They're expecting Dio to vanish from in front of them. Instead, Dio's hair
curls around their wrist. Except it's not hair any more. It's something smooth
and soft, and just short of slimy, and Kakyoin's skin tingles everywhere it
touches. Bugs scurry away from it up their arm. They flinch away.
Dio smiles, and leans in closer. "I won't hurt you," Dio says, and Dio's voice
is backed by hundreds of snakes in echo. The creatures staring at them from the
shadows seem to be telling Kakyoin to run away and they want to, god do they
want to, but they're rooted to the spot.
More of Dio's tendrils curl around them. Around their arms, their torso, their
neck. Hierophant Green pulls at them with its own, frantically, but it makes no
difference. Dio's own guardian pins it to the wall. Kakyoin is more scared than
they've ever been before.
The tendrils get under their uniform. One crawls up the inside of their sleeve,
and everywhere it touches feels like burning. Kakyoin tries to pull their arm
away. They become aware of something on their cheeks and for a terrifying
second it is more bugs, before their awful little feet resolve into the
sensation of water, and Kakyoin realizes they're crying.
There is a sharp pain on their upper arm. The tendril there keeps inching up
their arm, but different now, wrong gross seething wrong invasive wrong gross--
It's inside them. It squirms up their veins and bile rises in their throat, a
wave of nausea stings their eyes and blurs out their vision. They claw at it
desperately with their other hand. It takes them a minute to fumble open the
buttons on their uniform and pull down the shoulder to expose their skin. What
they see makes the nausea worse, gives them vertigo bad enough that they're
sure they should have fallen over.
But Dio's hand is against their cheek, and Dio's tendrils are all over them,
now. Squirming against their shoulders, their stomach, their ankles. The ground
below them seethes and foams, trying to pitch them into its depths. Hierophant
Green is nowhere to be seen.
The tendril under their skin is at their shoulder now, squirming up over their
collar bone. The sickness in their throat becomes too much. They cough, the
motion worsening their vertigo, and nothing comes up but a thin stream of bile.
It dribbles weakly down their chin. All of their skin feels ablaze now,
seething red and Kakyoin has no idea what it needs to stop but they'd do it,
they'd do anything to dunk themself in cold water until all these feelings go
away.
"You're very cute," Dio says. Kakyoin jolts, and looks up at Dio. Dio's face is
very close to theirs, and Dio is smiling very wide. Dio's teeth look too long.
Kakyoin can feel their tears and bile and sweat drip down their chin. Can feel
Dio's tendril reach their jawline.
They curl in to retch again, breaking eye contact and once again bringing up
nothing more than acidic spittle. They're painfully aware that they haven't
eaten today. They're more distantly aware that they might die. The tendrils
writhing about their stomach feel wider now, warmer. They wonder if it's
actually that they're becoming colder.
The tendril creeping up their face dips under their eye socket. They can feel
their eye bulge slightly. Dio's thumb presses just below it and for a
terrifying moment they think it will pop out.
It doesn't. Kakyoin can feel every inch of it under their skin. The sick
pulsing of it, the strange heat, the static tingles that have their fingers
itching to do something they can't decipher. They can feel it cross the final
couple inches of their forehead.
It blooms. It wells up under their skin until it breaches just under their
hairline, and a scream echoes through the alleyways, bounces off concrete
corridors before it dies meters away. Kakyoin pants, throat raw, and realizes
it came from them. Realizes they're still whimpering, tears still streaming
down their cheeks, as they burst into flame.
It takes them a while to realize that though their skin is alight, they're not
actually on fire. A while longer to stop patting desperately at themself to put
it out. They look up at Dio for help, and Dio is still smiling widely at them.
Almost affectionately, they think. The fire starts to die down, reduces to
embers under their skin.
Their mind feels clearer than it ever has before. The ground is steady, the
eyes in the shadows are gone. Dio smiles at them, and they are in love. The
sweat cools on their limbs, but the glow under their skin remains. Dio's
tendrils are gone, but somehow with them still. They lean up to kiss Dio.
Dio returns their kiss viciously, leans them back into the wall. Dio's teeth
are every bit as sharp as they looked, and when they nick Kakyoin's lip, the
blood that flows into their mouth is the best thing they've ever tasted. They
whine and arch up against Dio. Dio chuckles lowly against them. Dio's hands run
down their sides until they're resting just under Kakyoin's ass, and pull them
towards Dio.
Dio is hard. Dio's cock presses towards them through Dio's blue silk pants, and
Kakyoin is a bit taken aback at how big it seems. Finds themself wondering if
they could fit all of it, and blushing at the thought. Dio lifts them up, and
they wrap their legs eagerly around Dio's waist. Dio kisses down their neck and
they bare it for Dio.
Dio's fangs scraping their neck bring the fire back, have Kakyoin's hips
stuttering forward. They didn't realize how wet they were until one of Dio's
hands slides into their pants and strokes over their folds. They moan
unabashedly.
"Dio," they whine, rocking down against Dio's hand. Dio continues to suck at
their neck. Some of their blood escapes Dio's mouth and runs down their
shoulder. Two fingers plunge inside them. They let out a yelp, fingers
scrambling against Dio's bare shoulders. Dio laughs against their neck, and
rolls Dio's hips forward.
Dio spends a long couple minutes stroking their inner walls and lapping at
their neck. They squirm and moan in Dio's arms. And then Dio's fingers are gone
from them, and they hear the sound of tearing fabric, sharp and crisp.
The air is cold against their thighs. Dio's cock rubs against their folds and
they grind down against it eagerly. Dio grabs their ass to hold them steady,
and plunges in.
They moan loudly and rock against Dio. It's just as big as they'd thought,
unmanageably so. They feel stretched almost enough to burst, but it keeps
sliding in. They sob and cling to his shoulders, hips twitching. Dio pulls them
down onto Dio's cock until finally, finally, all of it is in. They can feel it
pulsing. They can feel blood ooze out of them. It's too much.
Dio pulls back slightly, and then pushes back in. They scream. They feel so
warm, burning, pulsing, and it hurts. They hope it never stops. Dio's hands
knead slightly at their thighs, Dio's breath is just slightly warm against
their neck. Dio pulls back again, almost all the way, before plunging back in.
Kakyoin curls closer to Dio, bites absently at Dio's shoulder. Dio doesn't seem
to notice. Keeps fucking them against the wall. They can feel the ridge of
Dio's cock push past their g-spot with every thrust, too big to miss it even if
Dio wanted to, and they roll against it. Desperate already. Their fingers dig
into Dio's shoulderblades, bitten down nails struggling to find purchase
against perfect skin.
Dio continues, relentless, gradually getting faster until Dio's hips are
snapping against them, each thrust pressing them uncomfortably against the hard
wall they're leaning on but they don't care, any discomfort pales in comparison
to the ecstasy of it, the overwhelming bliss. They can hear themself moaning
and wailing, the sounds bouncing off the walls around them and reflecting back
again. Blood drips down their side in thin lines. Their lips still taste like
acid.
Dio's cock pulses inside them, pushes in as deep as possible. Dio's fingers
tighten at their thighs. And then they feel impossibly fuller, wetter. Dio's
cock slides out of them, and Dio's fluids drip after it. They shudder, suddenly
empty.
Dio steps back, pulls them away from Dio's shoulders. They unwrap their shaking
legs from Dio's back. Dio sets them down, and their legs buckle. Every inch of
them is trembling and damp, every inch of them is in awe of Dio.
"Come with me," Dio says, for the second time that night. And for the second
time that night, Kakyoin obeys without hesitation. They struggle to stand up on
shaking legs, ignore that their clothing is in disrepair, and follow. They'd
follow Dio to the ends of the earth.
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