Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/9660755.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Giorno_Giovanna/Guido_Mista, Giorno_Giovanna/Other(s)
  Character:
      Giorno_Giovanna, Guido_Mista
  Additional Tags:
      Cheating, Heartbreak, Blow_Jobs, Anal_Sex, Giorno_just_fucks_a_lot, Guido
      suffers, Clubbing
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-11 Words: 4242
****** Just Another Scam ******
by carriejack03
Summary
     It doesn't matter what he does, Mista will always love Giorno.
Notes
     A big thank you to the song Vanità by Giorgia for giving me the title
     lol
     I should write about Vento Aureo characters more damn.
     Also, the Americano is a cocktail made with bitter Campari, red
     Vermouth and seltz.
See the end of the work for more notes
The strong perfume of women mixed with the overwhelming scent of sex and smoke
hit Mista’s nostrils like a slap.
The club was noisy and he could barely hear disconnected words under the high
music. Mista couldn’t even understand which song the DJ was playing, his ears
wanted to scream for how much the music was bombarding them with loud tunes,
but Mista knew better than show any discomfort.
His eyes shifted to the person beside him and felt his breath ich. Giorno was
beautiful like always, with his golden, soft hair, perfect features and a body
like one of a God’s. Mista knew every inch of it, he had explored it with his
hands, tongue, teeth so many times it had no more secrets to hide from him.
Giorno’s clever eyes turned towards him for a second, amusement clearly written
inside of them. Mista forced himself to not get flustered for a mere glance and
returned his eyes towards the inside of the club like nothing had happened. He
immediately wished he hadn’t.
Hungry , Mista couldn’t find another word to describe the stares that were
thrown towards them, well, not  them , but mostly Giorno were full of lust and
hunger to feel, to touch, to  taste  even an inch of his skin. Mista felt a
pang of jealousy ran in his core.
How  dare  they look at Giorno like that, didn’t they know their place? They
didn’t understand what it was to be  touched  by Giorno, they should feel
grateful that he even graced them with his presence. Mista badly wanted to grab
Giorno and ran away from there, it wasn’t a place for his  Don  to stay in, it
was too  dirty , too  loud  for his overwhelming presence.
Mista parted his lips to say something, but then he stopped himself. No matter
how badly he wanted to scream, he knew it wasn’t his place, he couldn’t bring
himself to say it.
Giorno shrugged off his coat, Mista couldn’t look away at how  beautiful  he
looked in that moment, with his hair slowly moving with the little movements of
his body. Every single action Giorno did seemed elegant and calculated, it was
masterminding.
Mista snapped out his awe when Giorno leaned his coat to him and he quickly
grabbed it under his arm trying to not seem too stupid. It only needed one
touch for Mista to understand that it was from one of the most expensive
stylist of Milan, probably from a collection that it wasn’t even presented
officially yet, but he doubted it had been difficult for Giorno to have it.
Mista fixated his stare on Giorno, who looked at him like he was someone
precious. Mista felt his heart pounding in his ears and it needed all of his
being to stop himself from blushing like a high-school girl in front of his
crush.
Giorno didn’t say anything to him, he merely turned around and smiled at the
barista with one of his most charming smiles.
“A glass of champagne please, the most expensive one you have.”
The barista blinked one, two times before nodding and running towards the
bottle on his side. Mista couldn’t blame him, Giorno had such an angelic voice,
he too sometimes got lost into it when the young Don spoke to him.
Mista straightened his back, keeping his eyes on Giorno’s elegant figure. He
knew that many people were still looking at him, but he was glad Giorno wasn’t
giving them any attention.
Sometimes Mista wanted to keep him for himself, if the first times he was only
driven by a passion he couldn’t understand, with time he had realized that he
had begun to  love  Giorno and he was  sure  he was reciprocated. How could he
not? He was Giorno’s right hand man, he knew everything about him and he had
been to his side since the beginning, only a fool wouldn’t have understood that
Giorno must surely have feelings for him too. Sure, he slept with other people,
but Mista knew he was his favourite, with all the sweet attention he always
gave him. He would do anything for Giorno, all for his  love .
Mista followed how Giorno took a small sip of the expensive wine in the small,
crystal glass that the barista had just gave him. Both him and Mista waited
until Giorno had swallowed the wine and the barista seemed to breath in relief
when Giorno’s lips curled upward pleased.
“This is really good, thank you… please give an  Americano  to my dear  friend
.” The barista bowed his head and turned his back to grab the  Campari  and the
red Vermouth.
Giorno shifted his eyes to Mista, who had kept silent for all this time and was
waiting for Giorno’s next order.
The Don slowly made his way towards him and brushed his warm hand against
Mista’s cheek. His lips curled upwards when Mista leaned his head down to meet
him half-way. Mista screamed at himself to don’t blush or do something stupid,
but Giorno’s hand felt so comforting against his skin, he wished it could stay
there forever.
Giorno titled his head and pressed his soft lips against the other’s cheek.
They lingered there for a few seconds and Mista could feel a blush spreading on
his cheeks so fast that it would put the fastest runner to shame. He felt so
special, he was the only one that Giorno had touched that night and he felt his
heart swelling in a love so deep it actually scared him a bit.
Giorno back enough to be able to speak, but Mista had difficulty to follow his
words with his warm breath brushing against his heated skin.
“Enjoy your drink,  Guido , I’ll go dancing now…” Giorno took a step back
without breaking eye-contact with him. “Don’t take your eyes off me and stay
alert, because who knows… maybe I’ll be in  danger …”
It sounded like a joke (even if someone attacked Giorno it was impossible for
him to be hurt) but Mista nodded anyway. He was lightheaded and if he
concentrated enough he could still feel the soft lips pressing against his
cheek.
Mista slowly inched closer to the counter where the barista had put his drink
and followed with his eyes while he elegantly made his way to the crowded dance
floor. Mista looked at right and left, making sure that no suspicious person
was nearby and was relieved to see that the worst  inside there were men who
had too much to drink and were barely standing on their feet.
Mista grabbed his  Americano  and rolled the delicate glass between his hands.
He didn’t feel like drinking, but his boss had been kind enough to buy him a
drink, he couldn’t simply say no.
Mista couldn’t tear away his eyes from Giorno’s slender body. He was dancing
perfectly in rhythm with the music, he looked like a God and stood out like a
beautiful flower in a garden full of weeds. And like he should have expected,
every person there wanted to be able to touch that beautiful flower even if it
was only with the tip of their finger.
Mista tried to not cringe when a flock of men began to surround Giorno’s
slender figure. It was embarrassing how they looked like they wanted to devour
him and Mista had to physically stop himself to grab his gun when he saw how
they began to grind their pelvises against Giorno’s body. It was disgusting and
Mista wished to become blind in that moment to not continue to look at that
obnoxious scene.
Giorno seemed to have fun, he threw his head back in ecstasy, loving the
attention those strange men were giving him. He looked even more beautiful.
Mista took a sip of his drink, feeling the burning alcohol go down his throat.
He didn’t like the  Americano , but he hadn’t got the heart to tell Giorno that
and now he really wanted to forget about his misery with the help of a
cocktail. It didn’t help much, he could still feel his heart clenching and
screaming in his chest, but his head was becoming cloudy enough for him to not
focus his attention on the  men  around and instead gave all his attention on
his Don’s beautiful body.
The knots inside his stomach tightened when Giorno grabbed the hands of three
of those men with a smile that Mista could only describe as flirty. He knew
what was coming, but he didn’t want to accept it, even if his heart was already
screaming in pain.
He caught Giorno’s eyes and the Don held one of his fingers in front of him and
moved it in his direction. Mista knew that he wanted him to follow him and,
even if Mista didn’t want to do that, he couldn’t help but oblige at any of
Giorno’s orders.
Mista swallowed the rest of his drink in one go and threw a one hundred euro
bill on the table beside the barista. He ignored the stuttering “ grazie ” that
the man said to him and straightened his back to catch up with Giorno.
He was bringing those hungry men towards the VIP lounge and brushed his slender
fingers on their bodies in an obvious intent, making them more excited than
they were already.
Mista touched his belly and sighed relieved when he felt the edges of his gun.
His weapon always managed to calm him down no matter the situation and it did
its work this time too.
Sadly, he couldn’t ponder on his thoughts too much before he nearly lost Giorno
in the crowd. He hurried his walk but his steps faltered when he saw his Don’s
back disappearing in the VIP lounge situated on the second floor of the club.
His heart skipped a beat, but he tried to stay calm.
He had to do this.
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Mista bit his lower lip and tried to recall the latest gossip Trish told him,
but it was difficult with all the moans and groans that he could hear from the
lounge behind him.
He wished to be somewhere else, anywhere, even fighting against four people
with four bullets, but he didn’t want to remain here and listen to Giorno’s
moans of pleasure because of other men.
“ Stay here, Guido, and don’t let anyone inside, I only trust you. ”
Mista wanted to punch himself in the face for the misery he was feeling. Why
had he accepted to accompany Giorno here? Why did he want to get hurt so bad?
He loved Giorno, he loved him so much, but it was difficult for him to hear
Giorno’s moans, it was like his heart was being pierced by a blade.
He wasn’t deluding himself, he  knew  perfectly what was happening there, but a
small part of him was hoping that it was all in his head, that Giorno was just
talking  with them and not doing anything-
A loud grunt snapped Mista out his thoughts.
It was one of  them , one of those bastards who only knew how to grunt and
sometimes moan (in a really ugly way). Mista hated them and hated the fact that
he was  jealous  of them. They could  touch , they could  feel , they could
hear  Giorno like he had been able to and it was driving him  mad.
(Or was it because he felt so worthless? Standing there without being able to
do anything?)
What were they doing? Were they fucking him? Or was Giorno fucking them? So
many questions he, for some reasons, wanted an answer to. Maybe it was the
jealousy or the feeling that, whatever thing they were doing, he had surely
done it  better .
His palms had started to sweat and his heart was hammering in his chest, but he
couldn’t stop his feet from moving towards the door’s window. Truthfully, he
felt like an idiot doing something like that, but curiosity, jealousy and envy
got better on him and, after all, he needed to make sure his boss was alright…
wasn’t that what Giorno had said to him?
He moved slowly, not wanting his movements to be catched by the men in the
lounge, and carefully peered in the window of the door.
His heart stopped for a moment.
He had to physically grab the door frame because his head had started to spin.
He thought that his heart had stopped beating for a moment, but he knew that
everything he was seeing was  true .
Giorno was bent over the table, his blond, soft hair all askew and ruffled like
Mista had never seen, his heated skin was so  red  Mista could see the marks of
the hands on Giorno’s buttcheeks and the purple bruises of fingers on his
waist. Someone would have said he looked  shameful , disgusting, but for Mista
he was the most beautiful being on this world.
His fingers twitched. He didn’t care about the other man that pounding inside
Giorno’s tight asshole, he wanted to have a taste too. Was he sick? Maybe, it
wasn’t normal for him to desire Giorno in such way, but he did so anyway.
The man grunted something Mista couldn’t quite catch, but it was in that moment
that Giorno threw his head back to give a sultry moan and it was in that moment
that their eyes met.
Mista felt a lump swelling in his throat.
It was different from the other times, Giorno  never  looked at him like that.
He seemed like a wild animal whose only thought was hunger and desire to  eat
anything he could get his hands on. The knots in Mista’s stomach tightened and
he felt a familiar warm spreading in all of his body.
Then Giorno smiled.
Mista thought that the time had stopped for a moment, his entire being was
frozen and he couldn’t even lift a finger, not with Giorno smiling like  that
in front of him.
As much as he wanted to run away, another part of him - the strongest -
couldn’t tear his eyes away. Giorno’s smile was serene, calm, even if his
cheeks were as red as a cherry and sweat was covering his forehead.
He seemed like he wanted to say something to Mista, but he was too busy to
stare at his perfect features to understand anything. How could someone like
Giorno be alive? What had he done for receiving such a blessing?
Giorno’s smile didn’t disappear, instead it widened more like he knew exactly
what Mista was thinking. Mista shuddered, it was too much for him.
A sweaty hand grabbed Giorno’s soft hair, forcing his head back until he had to
arch his back. Giorno didn’t seem particularly annoyed, but Mista felt his
stomach burn when one of the man pounded roughly inside his ass, making the Don
give one of his sultry moans.
Mista knew his prostate had been hit, he knew Giorno’s reactions too well and
right now his precious Don looked like he had seen the stars. Mista loved that
expression, but now he didn’t know what to think.
Giorno tried to regain the eye-contact with him but the pounding was so  rough
he was having difficulty to even keep his eyes open. His lips were opened in an
“o” and Mista could see how his nails were digging in the wooden table leaving
marks like ones of an animal.
Mista wished to lick away the drool that was dripping down Giorno’s chin and
yearned to grasp his slender waist, leaving blue and purple marks all over his
pale skin.
Giorno moaned again, this time it was higher than the others, Mista understood
that he was close.
He felt disgusted by himself for being so turned on - he couldn’t ignore his
hard dick anymore - but excitement was clouding all of his senses. But Mista
wasn’t forgetting about the other men in the room, no matter how much he wished
for them to be gone. They were worst than animals, with their eyes shining in a
lust so deep it gave an unpleasant clench at Mista’s stomach.
If didn’t know that Giorno would get  really  angry, he would have already shot
them to death. But he couldn’t, there were boundaries that not even him could
surpass and if it meant that he had to watch Giorno getting completely fucked
by men he doubted he knew the names, then be it.
That didn’t mean that his heart wasn’t ready to burst when Giorno’s hand
reached down to pump his leaking cock when the thrusts of the man behind him
started to get clumsy.
“ Mh-  Continue, I’m almost--” Giorno’s voice was hoarse from all the moaning,
but he sounded authoritary enough for the man to ram his dick with more fervour
inside of him.
“ Ah! ”
Giorno’s final moan sounded so  sweet  in Mista’s ears that for a moment he had
forgotten where he was. Beautiful, Giorno was God’s perfect creation, with his
face contorted in the purest form of ecstasy, even the most beautiful model
would have been jealous of him.
Mista clenched his fist when he noticed that the man had come inside of Giorno.
He wanted to scream that that was his boss, that he shouldn’t be treated like a
whore, but his words were stuck in his throat.
And then it came the shame.
Mista immediately took a step back. What was he doing there? He should have
been on guard, that was what Giorno told him to do and what was he doing?
Sticking his nose in affairs he shouldn’t. It didn’t matter that he was
Giorno’s favourite, he felt  dirty  to have even thought to be in the place of
those men. For the first time in his life he wished to scrub his skin until it
was raw and red. He wanted to puke and to run far, far away. How could he be so
shameful? And worst of all, Giorno saw him…
Mista swallowed the big lump in his throat and returned to his original
position, his back curled like one of a scary cat. He bit his lip until he felt
the metalic taste of blood invading his mouth. At least the trembling of his
fingers had chased, he should be glad of that.
“ Guido. ”
Mista’s eyes immediately shifted to Giorno’s figure beside of him, who was
straightening his tie and was smiling like nothing had happened, but Mista
could still smell the pungent scent of sex in the air and felt his stomach
twist.
“I think that’s it for tonight,” Giorno spoke calming like he was talking of
the weather and that made Mista falter a little. “Shall we return to the limo?”
He didn’t know what to say and he didn’t trust his voice, so the only thing
that Mista could do was nod.
However every doubt in his head disappeared with Giorno’s blinding smile.
===============================================================================
 
Giorno ran his fingers between his messy, blond hair and Mista could still see
a small blush covering his cheeks, but he knew better than make a comment on
it,  especially  if his heart was ready to explode in shame.
Mista opened the door of the limo with his eyes casted on the floor. He
couldn’t meet Giorno’s stare, no matter how much he wished to, that blinding
smile was still carved in his mind and his stomach twisted painfully. The urge
to throw up hit him, but Mista swallowed down the acid burning in his throat.
He needed to stay strong, he had to.
“Guido? Are you coming or not?” Mista eyed Giorno’s figure, who had folded his
hands on his lap and was looking at him expectantly.
He nodded in automatic and entered in the luxurious limo, closing the door
behind him with a loud  thud . He sat beside Giorno, digging his nails in his
thighs until he felt pain shooting in his body. Mista didn’t know what to do,
nor what he should say, maybe it was just him, but the air inside the limo
seemed thicker and if he concentrated enough he could still smell the lingering
scent of sex from Giorno. He clenched his teeth, he shouldn’t think about that.
Mista jumped when he felt Giorno’s chest pressing against his arm and nervously
shifted his eyes towards the Don’s smaller figure. He had taken advantage of
Mista’s distraction to get closer to him and now Mista was trapped without any
chance to escape.
Giorno’s lips curled upwards in a small, amused smirk.
Mista shuddered when two of his fingers started to slowly tracing the lines of
his collarbone but he couldn’t find the words to ask what Giorno had in mind
before his boss started talking with that angelic voice of his.
“You’ve been a good boy, Guido, I’m so  proud  of you.” It was barely a
whisper, but Mista felt his ears ringing at those sweet words and his mind
seemed to melt when Giorno pressed a small kiss on the side of his neck as a
reward.
“G-Gio…” His tongue wasn’t cooperating with him, but he doubted that that
mattered to Giorno, not when he gave another, sweet kiss on his heated skin.
Giorno’s hand slided down Mista’s torso, making him feel every single finger.
Mista’s breath inched when that sinful palm ghosted over the clothed erection
that was tending his tight pants.
“ Mh-  Gio-!” He couldn’t stop the moan that escaped his lips when Giorno
squeezed his crotch with his elegant fingers and he felt like cumming here and
there.
A sudden image of Giorno bended on the table flashed in his mind, making some
of his excitement disappear. His heart dropped in his stomach when he recalled
how  lewd  Giorno sounded, but they soon disappeared when Giorno’s voice
teasingly brushed against his ear.
“I should reward you for being such a good boy, shouldn’t I?”
If Mista had stopped for a second to look at what Giorno was doing, he would
have noticed how his  boss  has leaned down to unzip Mista’s pants with his
teeth, but he definitely noticed when cold air hit his aching cock.
Mista shivered and looked down and his eyes met with Giorno’s for just a moment
before those beautiful, soft lips wrapped themselves around Mista’s leaking
head.
“G-Gio… God-” He clenched his teeth for the sudden heat, but that seemed to
work Giorno up more and he took more of Mista’s dick down his throat, teasingly
brushing his teeth against the twitching skin.
Mista’s heart was ready to explode, he didn’t really know if it was for
excitement or sadness, but he doubted he would return home in one piece after
this. He wondered how many cocks that same mouth around him had taken in his
life, ten? Twenty? An hundred? Hell if Mista knew, but surely more than he
expected. That thought made his heart clench painfully in his chest.
“ Mh! ”
Giorno had started to bob his head up and down, taking more and more of Mista
inside of his warm mouth. He looked beautiful like that, with his eyes
peacefully closed and a beat of sweat rolling down his forehead. Mista’s
fingers twitched, he wanted to run them so badly in Giorno’s blond locks, but
he knew that would have been too much even for him.
He was pathetic.
The only thing he had ever wanted was for Giorno to love him back, he didn’t
need anything else, if he had his love then he was happy. But did he really
have his affection? Or was it all a lie he had came up to ignore the truth in
front his eyes?
Giorno’s body had been touched from so many different hands, they had done
everything to him and Giorno had let them with a serene smile on his face.
Mista knew, he had heard and seen so much since he had become his right hand
man that he had lost count of the scars on his heart. They hurt and they would
keep to, there was nothing he could do.
“ Ah… ”
Giorno hummed pleased at Mista’s sultry moan and hollowed his cheeks to take
him even deeper down his throat. The knots in his stomach tightened painfully.
He was close,  too  close, even if his heart was crying, the attention that
Giorno was giving to his dick was too good to be ignored.
He could run away, Giorno would let him if he wanted, but Mista didn’t have the
strength to, not when Giorno made him feel like he was the most precious thing
in the world.
He loved Giorno and maybe,  maybe  one day Giorno would see him like Mista did.
“ AH! ”
With a final scream, Mista came inside Giorno’s waiting mouth. A tear rolled
down his cheek and Mista didn’t know if it was for his orgasm or  something
else, but he was too tired to understand.
Giorno milked him dry, swallowing everything Mista gave him. He finally pulled
back once he had been sure that not even a drop of cum had been wasted and
tucked Mista’s dick in his pants again, making sure to not let any  accidents
happen with the zip.
Noticing the silent tear on Mista’s cheek, Giorno pressed his lips against it
to drink its salty flavour. Beautiful and tasty, just like he liked it.
Giorno nuzzled his head against Mista and couldn’t help the wide smile that
blossomed on his serene face.
“ Sei proprio un bravo bambino, Guido. ”
End Notes
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