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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/Jonathan_Joestar
  Character:
      Dio_Brando, Jonathan_Joestar
  Additional Tags:
      Frottage, Underage_Kissing, Dubious_Consent, Verbal_Humiliation, Past
      Child_Abuse, Blow_Jobs, Face-Fucking, Anal_Sex, Rimming, Possessive
      Behavior, Light_Angst
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-09-13 Completed: 2016-01-22 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 16614
****** Nothing Worth Celebrating ******
by Arrestzelle
Summary
     Bitter about all the attention directed towards Jonathan on his
     birthday, Dio thinks of a way to humiliate the boy in return.
Notes
     I hope you like it!! (♡´౪`♡)
     Also a small warning for past rape mention!
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
A delicate blanket of pink, strewn across tan skin and slowly spreading with
each drink of bittersweet wine. Seething with his wine glass clutched in a
hand, Dio's golden eyes remain narrowed, fixed across the table to where his
so-called “brother” sat. Jonathan's cheeks were flushed. It was rare for boys
their age to have the privilege of drinking wine, so now, on Jonathan's
sixteenth birthday, Dio had the chance to witness his inebriation once more.
Though, it was more tiresome than interesting. Jonathan laughed easier, smiled
brighter, cracked more god awful jokes that made only Erina giggle. Dio's
patience was wearing thin. He only remained here, perched on one of the many
ridiculously exorbitant red velvet chairs, simply because it would be rude to
excuse himself before the “man” of the day. And Dio refused to appear rude
before Jonathan's foolish father, if only to manipulate. Unfortunately, he
suffered in return.
The dessert had already been consumed, and the many gifts had been opened, so
why must they linger? Did Jonathan gain satisfaction from wasting Dio's time?
Gritting his teeth, Dio set the wine glass down onto the table with as much
calm as he could manage. Scowling at the birthday boy from across the table,
Dio could barely contain his rage. That conniving brat! Dare he mock Dio? He
must be aware Dio longed to return to his room.
Another giddy laugh from Jonathan, followed by a low chuckle from his oblivious
father, has Dio standing from the table with an eye-drawing scrape of the
chair. Jonathan's smile weakens, seeing that Dio had risen. Dio forces a tight
smile as he moves out from the chair. He no longer cared if it seemed rude.
George would hardly notice, seeing as this day was focused entirely on his
blasted son.
“Pardon me, I have to excuse myself to use the water closet.”
While he hated to admit he had normal bodily functions like everyone else, as
vulgar as they are, he could not stand this any longer. Jonathan looked crest-
fallen, seeing him go, but Dio didn't give a damn. The more disappointed he
looked, the better. Before Jonathan can even bother asking if he's coming back
past the cake in his mouth, Dio turns and exits the room, hands balled in fists
and face in a dark glare.
 
Alone in his room, Dio sits on the edge of his large canopy bed, his leg
crossed over the other with his fist perched on his knee. His other hand is
lost in his blonde locks, fingers curled in frustration as he glowers at the
carpet of his room.
Damn Jonathan...
So carefree and lacking any plight in his easy life. Not only that, but he was
just soaking in all the attention and praise. Dio is the one that deserves
acknowledgment. Jonathan hardly deserved the teeth in his mouth.
He remained so unaware of the torture and struggle of the life out in the
slums. It's been years since he's joined the Joestar's in this haughty manor.
And yet, he can't find satisfaction. Each day is like a reminder, that Jonathan
has lived so comfortably while Dio was being beaten, and sold to disgusting
vile men, and raped. While Dio suffered, Jonathan felt joy and comfort.
At the thought, Dio grinds his teeth and clenches his eyes shut. Jonathan will
get his ruin someday. Oh yes, he will crumble like Dio never has, and never
will.
 
Hours later, when Dio is certain the party had come to an end, he shuts the
book he'd been reading and rises from his desk. He leaves his room silently,
gold eyes scanning the hallway and once he confirms the coast is clear, he
approaches Jonathan's closed door. The notion of knocking is laughable. He
turns the knob of the door quietly before throwing it open, revealing a
startled Jonathan who was busy with removing his sleek waistcoat.
“D-Dio!” Jonathan sputters, jerking his hands away from the shiny buttons. He
looked embarrassed. Dio closes the door and reaches behind himself to slyly
lock it. Jonathan hadn't seemed to notice. Dio notices the soft flush to his
face, mixing well with his tan skin. He grips his wrist behind his back as he
casually strolls up to Jonathan. Jonathan looks increasingly nervous with each
step towards him.
“So, did you enjoy your evening?” Dio asks casually as he tilts his head to the
side, sweeping his gaze down across Jonathan's body. He could care less, but
giving Jonathan a sense of comfort would make this easier. Jonathan's anxious
expression melted that into relief and then shortly a smile rose. Dio narrowed
his eyes at it.
“Yes! It was very nice, having you all there. And the cake was good...”
He trails off when he notices Dio begin to round him with slow steps. Jonathan
turns to look at him, watching with his smile falling to a similar unsure
expression. Dio suddenly stopped eying him and approached the small bookshelf
against the far wall beside Jonathan's desk.
“Continue, I didn't mean to interrupt.” With his back to Jonathan, his lips
curl into an amused smirk as he plucks one book from the shelf, presenting an
image of preoccupation by peeling it open and staring down at the image of a
human skeleton, embedded in Earth's soil. Jonathan speaks up, voice cautious
and slightly meek.
“Dio, I was changing. Is—is there something you wanted?”
Glancing at him over his shoulder, Dio arches a brow innocently and then
glances back towards the page, aimlessly turning it to show Jonathan he had no
intention of doing much else.
“I just thought I could come to... wish you happy birthday,” he says
hesitatingly with his face puckering up slightly in distaste. Glancing at
Jonathan from the corner of his eye, he sees the look of surprise on his face.
Dio snaps the book shut, letting his annoyance seep into the action, before
pushing it back into the bookcase. Jonathan still looked slightly apprehensive.
“W-Well... thank you, Dio. It's a surprise, hearing this from you...”
Dio couldn't help but understand. He has never bothered to utter such a thing
during any of his other birthdays he was forced to witness. He only nods, his
blonde locks dipping with the motion. Jonathan's lips curled into a soft smile.
He finally reaches down to finish undoing his waistcoat. Dio snatches out
another book, averting his gaze. He listens to the sounds of Jonathan putting
away the waistcoat, leaving him only in his slacks and the white undershirt.
“Did you try some of the cake, Dio? Erina prepared it just for the occasion...
I had no idea she was so talented in baking.”
“No. I hadn't,” Dio answers with a tone sharp like the edge of a knife, turning
a page with an impatient flick of a wrist. He knows Jonathan looks slightly
disappointed, seeing as he didn't have the chance to “enjoy” Erina's cake, but
he doesn't care to see his expression. Once he hears Jonathan shift again, he
glances at him. He eyes Jonathan, noticing how he took a seat on his wide bed
with the many quilts and feather mattresses. Which annoyed Dio to no end. All
he had when he was young was a thin blanket on a hard frame. Jonathan leaned
over to begin untying his sleek shoes.
Finally. Dio waits until he completely removes his shoes, slowly closing the
book and sliding it back into place as he watches. Once Jonathan set his shoes
aside, Dio turned from the bookcase and approaches him with a confident stride,
earning a quick glance from Jonathan.
“Let me help you with that,” Dio says coolly as he nonchalantly slides onto
Jonathan's lap, straddling his muscular thighs and reaching down to tug
Jonathan's dress shirt out from his slacks. Jonathan jerks under him and looks
entirely alarmed, his eyes wide and hands raised. Dio yanks his shirt up
roughly, and Jonathan has no choice but to lift his arms and let him remove it.
He looks flustered and bashful once Dio throws the article of clothing aside,
exposing his tan torso. Blushing with his russet brown locks astray, Jonathan
crosses his arms over his chest.
“Dio! What are you doing? Get off of me!” Jonathan begins to protest, shifting
his hips side to side under him. Dio smirks. He doesn't do as Jonathan
requested, so Jonathan uncrosses his arms to reach out and push at Dio's
biceps, though his force was gentle. Only a warning, maybe. Dio was unfazed. As
if he would submit to Jonathan's will. Jonathan will have to learn Dio is the
superior one in this situation, and always will be. The only way Jonathan could
truly convince him to stand from his lap is if he were to begin yelling for
someone. Dio would rather not be caught in this position. But Dio was well
aware he would never do that. Jonathan trusted him too much. Foolishly.
“Like I said, I'm helping you change, brother.”
Jonathan looks confused and startled, which made him vulnerable. Dio pushes him
down onto his back with a good shove to his shoulders. Before he can sit up
again, Dio brings his leg up from the bed and sets a knee on his stomach.
Jonathan struggles a little at first, trying to kick his legs up under Dio and
fidget his waist out from under his weight, though it was fruitless. He wasn't
trying terribly hard either, Dio could tell.
“Now, cease your wiggling. I'm doing you no harm, you idiot.”
“Dio, this is silly,” Jonathan says with exasperation, settling his hands on
Dio's hips and then instantly ripping them away once he realized his mistake.
Dio smirks down at him, golden eyes boring down into Jonathan's. He slowly
moves his knee aside, placing it down by Jonathan's waist again.
“This is my gift to you, Jonathan,” he hisses, reaching out to clutch at
Jonathan's slim wrists, yanking his hands together and curling his fingers
around them to hold them in place, raised above his stomach. With a mixture of
pink and confusion on Jonathan's face, he swallows hard.
“This isn't another one of your... games, is it?” Jonathan sputters, dark brown
hair splayed over the soft beige duvet, which looked awfully cute surrounding
his nervous, flushed face, but Dio would rather sacrifice a limb before
admitting that. Arching a brow, Dio cocks his head to the side with mock
innocence and hums lowly.
“Games?” He muses, eyes narrowing down at the other boy. Jonathan nods weakly,
his hands fidgeting and twisting around a little in Dio's grasp. Dio was
amused, seeing how little Jonathan struggled. Now that he looks a little
closer, he notices the blotchy flush to Jonathan's slightly buff chest, which
heaved with his breaths. A curious response.
Dio sits back further until his backside sits snugly against Jonathan's crotch.
Jonathan's eyes widen slightly. Dio's face grows blank, feeling something firm
pressing into him through the layers of clothing. Once he realizes what it was,
he looks down into Jonathan's anxious eyes with a mischievous glint in his own,
his lips curling into a mocking grin.
“Really, Jojo? Enjoy being pinned under another boy, I see. How shameful of
you. Simply disgusting,” he says plainly, squeezing his fingers tighter around
Jonathan's wrists. Jonathan winces and then looks to the side, turning his head
away with embarrassment. Dio laughs lightly, settling back onto his lap and
making him jerk slightly under him.
“No need to be coy. I won't turn you away, you filthy, poor thing. I'll give
you what you so desire,” Dio murmurs, teeth exposed in an amused, delighted
grin. How fortunate it is, to find Jonathan in such a humiliating situation. A
perfect opportunity to strip him of his dignity and give him only shame and
self-hatred in return. Jonathan looks back up at him with widened eyes, his
mouth fallen open slightly. No protest comes from him at first, until Dio gives
a deep rock of his hips, a back and forth roll over Jonathan's crotch that has
him gasping aloud, his eyes narrowing from the sudden warm, firm motion against
his unwanted erection.
“D-Dio!” Jonathan whispers harshly in disbelief, voice lowered in fear of
someone hearing. His eyes are apprehensive, gazing up at Dio's sneering face.
Dio arched a brow at him and muses innocently, “Jojo, surely you don't mean to
protest? I am only doing you a favor. Consider it an additional birthday gift.”
The glass of wine from earlier must have placated Jonathan. He only tugged
weakly at Dio's grasp around his wrists and gave him a lackluster glare, but
other than that, he said nothing. Dio smirks down at Jonathan's flushed face.
Seeing Jonathan unravel under him, exposing his true scandalous self, would be
more pleasing for Dio than for Jonathan. Knowing that George Joestar's spoiled,
ignorant brat of a son came undone from another boy. Dio felt satisfaction,
reminded once again that he has always been far more superior than Jonathan.
He begins to rock his hips continuously. Rather than pausing again, he repeats
the motion of grinding back and forth against Jonathan's crotch. Jonathan
cranes his head back, mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut. Dio laughs lowly,
taking Jonathan's wrists apart to pin them down to the bed. He leans in closer
to the other, soaking in the image of Jonathan submitting entirely to him. It
hardly took much. Jonathan was so weak-willed.
“Ha, you're enjoying this!” Dio laughs, “Your father would be so horrified...
Knowing his son gained pleasure from another boy's body. Do you realize how
disgusted he would be?”
Jonathan's eyes crack open weakly, lifting to look into Dio's piercing eyes.
Shame colored his irises, a pleasing view that only made Dio increase the rocks
of his hips with vigor. Jonathan's eyes clench shut again, catching his lip
between his teeth as Dio rubbed his backside down roughly against his erection
that now ached for release, a sensation he rarely ever experiences.
It was wrong, or so Jonathan was taught, to touch himself for sexual
gratification. He'd done it only once before, with an incredible amount of
shame, so now feeling Dio's warm body rubbing against it, it was almost too
much.
Dio's hands tighten around his wrists, his golden eyes wide and fixed on
Jonathan's flushed face. He can feel Jonathan's length, pressing up against his
slacks to prod him in the backside. It was laughable.
Suddenly Jonathan was moaning aloud, his eyebrows curving up as his hands
clenched into fists under Dio's grip. Dio makes a face of disgust, finding it
entirely unappealing. He feels Jonathan's hips twitch and thrust up against
him, which rendered him speechless for a moment.
“D-Dio..!” Jonathan gasps, arching his hips up into him a couple more times
before his body weakens and he slumps down on the bed again. Dio pauses,
arching a brow. Did he really just climax?
“That was rather quick,” he comments dryly, noticing how the hard thing
pressing against his ass was now softer. Jonathan pants raggedly, his chest
flushed and heaving. Cracking his eyes open, Jonathan looks up at him weakly,
his cheeks painted a deep pink. He looked like a mess, with his hair clinging
to his cheeks and forehead with sweat, his hands repeatedly clenching up and
eyes hazy. Dio stares down at him and feels a curious heat in his belly, though
he wasn't sure what it meant.
“Dio...” Jonathan whispered in a meek voice, shifting under him and licking his
lips. The heat intensified in Dio's belly, and when he felt a weird ache
beginning to form in his groin, he immediately let Jonathan's wrists go and
began to pull away.
But abruptly, those same hands reach out to tug him on the wrists. Dio lets out
a noise of alarm when he's pulled back to the bed, falling onto his side beside
Jonathan, rather than on top of him. Jonathan is the one to crawl over Dio now,
his face set in determination. Dio blinks and then scowls. He tries to throw
Jonathan off, but Jonathan is definitely larger than him. He only manages to
flail before Jonathan gently grasped his forearms and pinned his arms down to
the plush bed, holding them still in his broader hands.
“Dio!” Jonathan says his name with persistence, making him still and look up at
him with a wary glare. Jonathan's hair was slightly curled, and with him
looming over Dio like this, it falls to frame his face a little, which was very
pretty looking. Dio nearly vomits at the thought. Jonathan exhales deeply and
speaks lowly, bashfully.
“I want... to make you feel good, too. You haven't... touched yourself before,
have you?”
Dio scoffs.
“Don't be daft. Of course I have.”
Jonathan pauses, and then he looks a touch awed. Dio smirks. That was a lie,
but Dio had his stubborn pride. And like Hell he was going to admit he hasn't
to this filthy brat. He arches a brow coolly and tilts his head a little.
“What, haven't you?”
A blush slowly grows on Jonathan's face. Dio laughs lowly, already anticipating
the answer. Jonathan surely would feel too ashamed to. How pathetic. Jonathan
looks down a little bit, shy.
“O-once...”
Dio's amused smirk falls. He narrows his eyes up at him. Jonathan anxiously
glances to and from his stare, face burning with a blush.
“Liar,” Dio hisses, hands clenching into fists on the duvet. The mere thought
that Jonathan had more sexual experience than him, no matter how little it may
be, has Dio baring his grit teeth. Jonathan shakes his head, hands squeezing a
little on Dio's arms.
“No, I'm not! I-I did it once before... It was rather weird and confusing at
first, but it started to feel good--”
“I don't care!” Dio snaps, feeling his face flush. Definitely because of rage.
Dio struggles under him and growls, “I don't want to hear about something as
vile as you t-touching yourself!” He nearly squawks in horror when his speaking
trips up. Jonathan looks down at him with a furrowed brow.
“But you did it yourself! You hardly have the right to criticize me...”
“Shut up,” Dio hisses, looking away to the side and glaring at the wall.
Jonathan is silent for a moment, which was a surprise because he never seems to
shut his mouth, before speaking gently.
“You're... stiff, Dio. I can feel it against me...”
Jerking his gaze back to Jonathan, Dio looks up at him in disbelief, his eyes
wide and mouth agape in horror.
“Get off of me!” He growls, bucking his hips under him in an attempt to throw
him off. Jonathan's thoughtful frown curls up into a bashful smile. He leans
more of his weight into Dio and gazes down into his embarrassed golden eyes.
“It's nothing to feel ashamed about... Will you let me do the same to you?”
Jonathan whispers, eyes becoming lidded with his coy expression. Dio's back
curls in disgust at such a notion. He's speechless, in disbelief that this was
happening to him. Jonathan was on top of him and accusing him of being aroused!
Even offering to touch him... Disgusting. Dio's face burned with a mixture of
humiliation and unwanted arousal.
Jonathan must have taken his silence as permission. He leans in to kiss Dio
abruptly, letting go of his arms to gently, lovingly cup Dio's warm cheeks, his
broad fingers sliding into his soft blonde locks. Dio's eyes are wide, staring
directly into Jonathan's, which were very blue and dilated and stared right
back. Dio was frozen in shock, so Jonathan had a chance to awkwardly, clumsily
kiss him, his eyes sliding shut as he did. Dio gasps against his mouth, eyes
narrowing and brow twitching.
How dare he! Claiming Dio's lips like this! He'll pay severely. Does he expect
Dio to kiss back? What a fool.
Dio, weakened by the heat of the moment and his slight hesitation, closes his
eyes and weakly returns the kiss, thinking with disgust that Jonathan's mouth
was really soft and tasted faintly of cake. Jonathan kisses him with deep
purses of his full lips before pulling away, looking down at him as he licked
his lips, his hands cupping his face still. Dio scowled up at him with a tinted
face.
“Dio...” He breathes, bringing his hand in to ghost his fingertips over Dio's
bottom lip. Dio wasn't entirely sure how to handle this situation. Now that
he's kissed back, Jonathan will mistake it as mutual desire. Jonathan only
coaxed him forth with his sinful, lustful ways. Jonathan was such a vile,
disgusting boy. Corrupting Dio like this...
Dio pants a little, watching through narrowed eyes as Jonathan brings his hands
down to begin undoing Dio's pants. He unlaced it and then hooked his fingers
around the waistbands of both his pants and his undergarments. Jonathan glanced
up at him, silently asking for permission. Dio bit his bottom lip.
Damn this. Jonathan must have been a witch of some sort, using a spell to make
Dio like this. Compliant and warm and... eager. Dio growled and jerked his head
to the side, trying to hide his flushed face. Jonathan is patiently silent, so
Dio spits out a hissed response.
“Just get it over with. I see nothing will convince you that I am hardly
aroused in this situation.”
Jonathan nods, Dio can see from the corner of his eye, before gently easing
down his pants. Dio closes his eyes, brow furrowed and twitching with his teeth
bared. His erection throbbed against his pale thigh, and once Jonathan curled
gentle, warm fingers around the base, Dio gasped and then bit down hard on his
tongue.
He heard the sound of Jonathan undoing his own pants as well. Lifting his gaze,
Dio watches silently as Jonathan took out his own erection too. Dio stares.
That didn't take long. He was erect again already?
And he was... much larger than Dio. That explains why Jonathan is so weak in
the mind. The important bits ended up in his groin rather than in his skull.
Before Dio can spit out a mocking remark, Jonathan straddles his hips and
reaches down to cup their flushed cocks together. Dio growled lowly, his hips
twitching at the sudden feeling.
“What are you doing?! That's disgusting!” Dio snapped, fidgeting under him and
pushing at his muscular thighs. Jonathan peeks up at him and says bashfully,
“I, uh, I thought that doing this would feel good...”
With three shaky rocks of his hips into his grasp, he rubs up against Dio's
cock and evokes a sharp gasp from both of them.
“I-I guess I thought right,” Jonathan shakily says then lets out a breathless
laugh. Dio was only alarmed, in astonishment that Jonathan, Jonathan, managed
to make him feel pleasure. And he never even said he wanted this! Jonathan was
only doing as he wished! Dio, unlike Jonathan, was not into other filthy boys,
so basically now he was being humped against his will.
He lets out a cracking moan when Jonathan begins to rut down against him again,
stroking in time with his thrusts. Definitely not what he wanted. Dio grabbed
tightly at Jonathan's thighs, his head craning back and blonde hair spilling
across the beige duvet as Jonathan rubbed their hot erections together.
The only time Dio had felt something like this... They were memories he would
rather not recall, but sometimes the men who he had to be with in order to
avoid the beatings would touch him there.
Although this time, rather than accompanied by emotional and physical pain, it
was purely pleasure with a hint of reluctance. Face flushed a pretty pink,
contrasting with his pale skin, Dio squeezes his eyes shut with his mouth
fallen open. Jonathan was grunting his name above him, letting out these little
whimper-like moans that should have disgusted Dio, but now, it only made heat
curl in his belly. Dio could barely form a single thought. The hateful,
disgusted thoughts of Jonathan and what was currently happening to him all
tumbled away, replaced by burning, intensifying pleasure that made him gasp out
Jonathan's name roughly and thrust up into Jonathan's hold.
“S-stop,” Dio grits out, teeth bared and ears burning as much as his cheeks.
This was just entirely demeaning and shameful. Jonathan seems to have not heard
him past his own little moans. With seven more shaky thrusts, Jonathan
experiences his second orgasm of the night, shooting out three weak spurts of
his come that land on Dio's exposed heaving belly. Dio looks up at him through
lidded eyes, seeing the way his face twisted up and his mouth fell open. Seeing
such an embarrassing, disheveled, erotic look on Jonathan's face has him
following right after with a grunt, his hands grabbing tightly at Jonathan's
thighs as his own ejaculation fell across Jonathan's fingers and his own belly.
Chest heaving, Dio slumps down into the duvet, his hands becoming limp on
Jonathan's quivering thighs. Jonathan lets his softening cock go and distantly
Dio can hear the shift of clothing and Jonathan wiping his hand off. Suddenly,
when Jonathan's warm, plump lips kiss press against his own, Dio snaps his eyes
open and then reaches his hands up to shove at Jonathan's face. Jonathan lets
out a shocked noise, his head craning back from the force of Dio's pushing.
“Get—off—of--me!” Dio growls, shoving at his face despite Jonathan's stressed
noises, until Jonathan finally relented and scrambled off of his hips. Dio
pants raggedly, reaching down to tug up his pants, arching his hips up to do
so, hardly bothering to wipe off the cool ejaculation on his belly in his
moment of fury. Standing from the bed, he messily, quickly fastens his pants
again, giving Jonathan a dark glare as Jonathan does the same. With an anxious
expression, Jonathan swallows thickly and looks back at Dio with apprehension.
“U-um, Dio...” Jonathan began, bringing a hand up to rub at the back of his
neck. Scoffing, Dio rolled his eyes and pushed past him, knocking into him
rudely and making him stumble.
“Dio! Wait!” Jonathan calls after him, though Dio refused to hear any of it.
Dio wanted only Jonathan to be humiliated in such an exposing way as that, but
Dio's pride had been chipped now that Jonathan saw him like that. Leaving will
give Jonathan a sense of guilt, so at least that was in his favor. He slams the
door behind himself as he exits the room, scowling at the floor as he hurries
his way back to his own room.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Hope you like the second part!!
Eyes downcast to the floor as he hurriedly strode down the hallway to his room,
Dio avoids the gaze of the single maid he passes along the way. Slamming and
locking the door shut behind himself, Dio presses his back to it and lets out a
deep, heaved exhale. Eyes narrowed down at the carpet, Dio curses Jonathan to
all the many layers of Hell and then pushes from the door to angrily approach
his grand bed, plopping down on the edge of it atop the many thick blankets and
feather mattresses.
Realizing it was the same spot Jonathan sat on when Dio came onto him (though
it was not really like that, he was just trying to humiliate him!), Dio blushes
deeply and raises a hand to smack it over his face. Glaring out past his
fingers, he bares his teeth, hidden behind his palm. The arousal lingering in
his body post-orgasm was incredibly persistent and foreign to Dio. Is this what
those filthy men always felt? This weird, tingly feeling in his body? The room
felt stifling and warm, making him feel overheated.
Thinking back on Jonathan's screwed up face and his shameful moans, Dio
squeezes his eyes shut. Knowing that he reluctantly participated in something
as filthy as that irritated him. He hated that he had lost control of the
situation back there, if even for a minute. Tsking, he drops his hand from his
face onto his thigh.
There was a curious ache in his groin. Glancing down, he notices how the front
of his breeches protruded slightly. Was... was he hard again? Already? Dio
makes a face. He refuses to believe he became erect from thinking about
Jonathan and what had just occurred. How dare his body betray him!
Curling his toes in his shoes, Dio pauses, face heating up. Well... he did lock
the door, hadn't he? He did tell Jonathan he touched himself before so... He
could make it a reality. What hurt could it do? His body was warm and tingled,
encouraging him to reach in and slowly grope at himself through his pants and
undergarments. Sucking in a breath, he repeats the motion a couple times,
finding the warm pressure around his cock pleasurable. Such an act was so
filthy and wrong. Or, at least so he's read. He knows, no thanks to the years
he had to sell himself, that doing something like this is supposedly normal for
a human. (Even so, he will definitely still mock Jonathan for it and feel a
sliver of shame himself.)
Flopping back onto the bed with his blonde locks fanning out, Dio clenches his
eyes shut as he undoes his pants and slides a pale hand into his underwear. A
hint of disgust curls in his belly, knowing he was doing this so soon after
what happened with Jonathan. It's not like he wanted it. Jonathan was only
corrupting his body and making it want to do nasty things. Sighing, Dio begins
to fondle himself, albeit a little awkwardly and with a lack of experience.
Kicking off his shoes, he raises his feet to plant them on the edge of the bed
before pushing himself further up on the bed. Letting his legs fall open with
his knees raised, Dio pushes the waistbands of his breeches and underwear down.
With a heat in his cheeks, he peeks open his eyes to watch as he begins to
stroke himself with firm fingers, watching with arousal burning in his gut as
his foreskin glides over the pink head of his small cock repeatedly. Craning
his head back, Dio lets out a soft moan.
Realizing such a vulgar noise fell from his lips, he clamped his mouth shut and
glared with his eyes squeezed shut. Despite the brief foible, he continues to
move his hand, trying to keep it relatively paced so the suspicious noises
don't carry through the room. Rolling onto his side, Dio pants quietly as he
jerks his hand over his aching cock, his face screwing up as the dry friction
began to hurt a little. Taking his hand away as he opens his eyes, he makes a
small frustrated noise and thinks that perhaps some sort of lubrication could
relieve the rough friction. Looking down at his hand, he hesitates for only a
moment before bringing it to his face to lick a little at the palm. Such a
dirty action has him blushing, glad no one was around to witness it.
Bringing it back down, he begins to slowly pull at his length again. Sucking in
a breath, he lets out a soft moan. The slickness of his hand makes it much
better. Quickening his hand, he feels the heat twist up in his belly to a point
that has him caring less and less about noise.
“N-Nngh,” Dio grunts, holding back a blatant moan as he touches himself with
quicker tugs. Already, he feels the pleasure in his gut begin to ascend into
something overwhelming and intense. Lost in the haze of arousal, his thoughts
flicker to that of Jonathan's flushed, sweaty face screwed up in pleasure as he
breathlessly whispered Dio's name, his curly brown locks clinging to his
forehead and the sides of his face.
Throwing his head back, Dio's mouth falls open as the image of Jonathan's face
explodes into something he can't distinguish and hot pleasure crashes through
his gut. Hips canting up into his hand, he gives a few short strokes over his
pulsing cock, his hand tight and bottom lip caught between his teeth. A few
small ropes of his come shoot from the leaking slit of his cock to land on the
top sheet of the plush bed.
Breathing raggedly, Dio's tensed up body becomes limp as he catches his breath,
letting the waves of dying pleasure flow through him. Sluggishly tucking
himself back into his pants, he then lazily buttons up the front and then lets
his arms fall back onto the bed.
Well. He definitely should do that more often because now he felt relaxed.
Which was rare for him.
But, what does bother him, he thinks while opening his eyes to gaze up at the
canopy that fell over his bed, was that Jonathan's face flickered through his
thoughts. What was that? Why had his face come to his thoughts? His vulgar
face, twisted up in pleasure. Disgusting. Dio bares his teeth and clenches his
hands into fists. That will be the first and only time Jonathan will come to
his thoughts when he touches himself. Entirely inexcusable.
Standing from the bed, Dio leans over to tug on his sleek shoes before striding
to his door and throwing it open. Firstly, before holing up in his room again,
he must wash his hands of it all (literally; they were still tainted from his
spit and pre-come).
 
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The next morning, Dio reluctantly parts from his room after brushing his hair
and throwing on his leisure clothing. While he would love to avoid even seeing
Jonathan's face again, his human body was in need of sustenance. Pacing through
the hall to the top of the grand staircase, he makes his way down with his hand
gliding along the banister.
In the dining room, he finds Jonathan, “father”, and a couple maids tending to
them.
“Ah, Dio. Good morning. Come, eat with us,” George greets him from where he sat
at the head of the table, gesturing to one of the red velvet chairs. With a
polite nod, Dio keeps his gaze fixed down as he rounds the table to take the
seat to George's right, across from Jonathan. Immediately, a steaming plate of
food is placed before him, between the utensils previously set on the pristine
tablecloth. Scooting in further and sitting straight, Dio neatly takes hold of
the fork and knife and begins to cut up the food on his plate at a polite pace.
“Did you rest well, Dio?” Jonathan speaks up in question before George could
beat him to it. Dio doesn't even pause in his eating. He only flicks his
narrowed, golden eyes up to Jonathan, chewing bitterly on the food in his
mouth, before he looks back down to his plate. George clears his throat,
perhaps sensing Dio's lack of mirth in the morning, and then averts his gaze to
a disappointed Jonathan as he takes a drink of his tea.
“How are your studies coming along, Jonathan? Anything interesting to share
with us?”
With a bashful smile, Jonathan rubs at the back of his neck and shrugs.
“Ah, not really... It is all the same for now, though soon we will begin
looking for a new site,” he says with a faint laugh following, glancing back
and forth between his father and Dio. Dio rolls his eyes and then zones out,
gladly not paying attention to the drivel that will surely fall endlessly from
Jonathan's lips. Just sitting here in Jonathan's presence has him on edge,
anxiously wondering if Jonathan was stupid enough to blurt out their secret to
his father.
For the next ten minutes, Dio focuses on eating his breakfast at a respectable
pace and mannerism until he deems his departure appropriate. Satisfied that
Jonathan won't foolishly reveal anything, he stands with a quiet drag of the
chair against the floor and clears his throat.
“Excuse me, father. I have to finish up with my studies as well,” Dio says,
earning a glance from both of them and a nod from George. Ignoring Jonathan's
stare, Dio turns and leaves the dining room with a collected step, his hands in
loose fists.
 
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A few days later (all of which were full of tense avoidance), bright rays of
sunlight filter in through the open drapes, warming the parts of Dio that they
fell upon. Dust motes dance in the light of the sun, only to settle in some
unseen place. Dio inhales deeply, secretly enjoying the scent of the books that
filled the library. Settled in a plush arm chair with his legs crossed, Dio
spends his leisure time reading a book that caught his interest among the many
shelves of George's collection.
Soon he would have to get up for dinner, which is something he isn't looking
forward to. Things have been... stressed with Jonathan and he would rather not
see his pitiful face again. It was tiresome, avoiding a boy who was stitched so
closely in his life, which Dio was reluctantly realizing. Sighing, he brushes
such annoying thoughts away and delves back into his book.
Twenty minutes later, the door to the library bursts open suddenly, startling
Dio and making him jump. Composing himself, he looks up with an arched brow to
see Jonathan standing there, glancing around until his gaze lands on Dio.
“Dio! Father wanted me to come fetch you for dinner,” Jonathan exclaims, as if
dinner was an uncommon thing and Dio was starving (luckily, that is not the
case anymore). Rolling his eyes, Dio snaps the book shut, tosses it onto the
side table by the arm chair, and rises. Without a word, he looks straight ahead
as he brushes past Jonathan to exit the library. Jonathan pauses, tense, before
shutting the library doors and following after him. He gives Dio some space,
which was a smart move on his part.
The atmosphere is thick with awkwardness and discomfort, but Dio gladly ignores
it. Why must the manor be so large? It would take them ages to get there, stuck
in this tense moment eternally. Dio narrows his eyes and clenches his hands
into fists.
“Dio--” Jonathan begins, reaching for him, but Dio just quickens his stride and
barely withholds the urge to jump down four steps of the grand staircase at a
time.
When they finally get to the dining room, Dio immediately takes a seat to
George's right like usual and asks him what they're having, which is unlike
him, but honestly, he was just desperate to start a conversation that doesn't
involve Jonathan. Jonathan is quiet as he takes his seat at a more leisurely
pace while George blinks at Dio, surprised at his sudden question.
 
Once the plates of food are before them and they've gotten past all the
unnecessary, pointless prayer (to Dio, at least), they eat in silence for a
record-breaking four minutes before Jonathan rests the heels of his hands on
the edge of the table with his utensils clutched in his fingers, lifting his
hesitant gaze to Dio. Dio, feeling it stab through him, narrows his eyes at his
plate, one of his eyelids twitching with irritation.
“Dio, what book did you find in the library? Anything worthy of praise?”
Jonathan asks innocently, seeming to attempt interaction with him. George,
interested, glances at Dio too and they wait for his response. Dio flicks his
gaze to Jonathan's and hopes the burning hate he feels for him right in that
moment shows through the narrowing of his eyes. Jonathan's wary smile falters,
though he doesn't look away. Glancing between the two, Dio clears his throat
and answers in a blank tone.
“No.”
Then he levels a cold, venomous look at Jonathan, making the boy shrink
slightly, before looking back to his food. He goes back to cutting off a piece
from his venison.
“Dio,” George begins, watching him with a firm expression as Dio raises his
golden eyes to him.
“Yes, father?”
“Is something the matter?” George asks in a low, commanding voice, “You and
Jonathan seem to be restless around each other lately. Have you gotten into an
argument? Something I should know about?”
Clearing his throat nervously, Dio glances to Jonathan. Seeing a panicked look
in Jonathan's eyes, Dio hesitates. Jonathan shakes his head rapidly at him. Dio
feels him nudge his shin gently with the tip of his loafer. Desperation was a
funny thing to see on Jonathan and almost made Dio smirk.
It seemed like he thought Dio would tell George. As if. But, it was amusing
seeing Jonathan flail about like this. Dio kicked him back under the table,
making Jonathan frown and furrow his brow at him. Looking back to George, Dio
blinks innocently with a twitching smirk he attempted to repress before saying
in a calm tone, “Well, you see... Jonathan... He wet the bed, and he came to me
for help to dispose of the mess, and I suppose things have been tense because
of that.”
Eyebrows raising, George turned to Jonathan. Horrified, Jonathan stares at Dio
with an agape mouth, his cheeks flushing a deep red. Sputtering, he looks
between George's surprised face and Dio's smirk.
“N-no! Dio is lying!” He insists, his hands waving around with a lack of proper
manners, as per usual. Dio arches a brow at him and levels him with an unamused
expression. Pausing, Jonathan looks at him, hesitating. Glancing to his father
before dropping his gaze to his plate of food, he sighs deeply and mumbles,
“...That... that is what happened, father.”
Silent for a moment, George looks between the two before saying firmly, “Make
sure it does not happen again, Jonathan. Relieve yourself before bed and it
should take care of the problem.”
Smirking, Dio tries to hide it by putting a forkful of venison in his mouth,
watching Jonathan and the way his face heated up in shame.
“Yes, father,” he says quietly, before shooting Dio a scowl. Dio widens his
smirk at him as he chews on the meat in his mouth, his piercing eyes glinting
with amusement.
 
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Later that evening, Dio sits at the desk in his room, flipping through his
school book as he aimlessly studies, his mind far too occupied to really focus
on it. It's been an hour since dinner. Immediately after finishing his meal,
Jonathan had holed up in his room, supposedly due to what Dio said. It wasn't
surprising in the least. Jonathan was so touchy. Dio was only having a bit of
fun. He was granted a perfect opportunity, after all.
The door to his bedroom was suddenly lurched open, startling him and making his
hand fall from cradling his cheek. Looking over, he sees Jonathan standing at
the door, hand clenched around the door knob. Arching a brow, Dio scoots out
his chair and then leans back in it, sweeping his cool gaze up and down over
Jonathan's form, scrutinizing him.
“Dio! Why did you say that to father?!” Jonathan hisses at him from across the
room, his face flushed and brow furrowed with his other hand in a fist by his
side. Tilting his head slightly, Dio sighs and then with a flicking gesture of
his hand, says blankly, “Shut and lock the door. Do you want one of the maids
to hear, you dullard?”
Pausing, Jonathan glances back out into the hall before doing as he was told,
realizing he was right. With a quiet click, he locks the door and then turns
back to Dio. Approaching him with a few quick strides, he frowns noticeably as
he demands again, “Why did you tell him I--”
“Would you I rather have told him the truth?” Dio cuts him off, before adding,
“And why are you even in my room? Did I specifically invite you, Jojo? I think
not.”
Exasperated, Jonathan looks at him with a tired expression as he asks shakily,
“Dio, why must things be like this? We don't have to let what happened affect
our friendship!”
“Friendship,” Dio echoes as he narrows his eyes at him. Jonathan continues,
speaking quickly with sweeping hand gestures that Dio follows with his gaze.
“I-I just think... We could make this okay. I mean... Do you really think we
should avoid the subject for the rest of our lives? Don't you think that would
be tiring?”
“You coming here and spewing nonsense is what's tiring,” Dio growls
impatiently, narrowing his eyes at him as he sets an elbow on the armrest of
his chair, raising his hand to prop his cheek in it. Jonathan, stubborn with
his intent to make things right, stands his ground and only tightens his hands
into fists.
“Why are you trying to put me in the wrong? You were the one that...!” He
begins, frustration boiling in his tone, before he lets out a deep exhale and
starts over, his tense expression softening, “I-I just want to forget about it
and go to how it once was, Dio.”
Scoffing, Dio rolls his eyes as he looks to the side, irritation building
rapidly. He gives a lazy lift of an exasperated hand and remarks coolly, “If
you wish to go back to the false normalcy you are most comfortable in, I see no
reason why I would say no. Seeing as you are so uncomfortable dealing with the
aftermath of your actions.”
Quiet, Jonathan stands before him with his softened face tightening into a weak
glare, frustrated that Dio was pinning it all on him. Dio slides his lackluster
gaze over to him, looking him over before a smug little smile pulls at his
lips. Jonathan seemed to hesitate, standing there with more to say, but he
wasn't saying it. Always needing a helping hand, apparently. So incompetent.
“What else is there, Jojo?” Dio prompts, arching a brow at him. Fidgeting a
little, Jonathan tugs at the cuff of his dress shirt, tan fingers tightening
around the fabric in a display of nervousness. Dio watches him silently,
scrutinizing his shifting and fidgeting until he finally spit it out in a
sputter of words.
“I-I wanted to... I felt like I took advantage... Dio. I wanted to apologize. I
got carried away,” Jonathan stutters, voice soft and wary as he rubbed at his
wrist, his bright blue eyes shifting from Dio's penetrating gaze to the book
that lay open on the desk. A laugh nearly bubbles its way out from Dio's
throat. Jonathan, apologizing?
“Oh?” He muses, smirking and recrossing his legs haughtily. Jonathan nods and
swallows thickly, shifting foot to foot before him. He opens his mouth,
hesitating, before he speaks again, voice meek and soft.
“I thought... I could make it up to you. If—If you want me to.”
Lowering his hand from cradling his cheek, Dio's smirk falls as he eyes him.
Something slightly tingly like anticipation curls in his belly, though he
ignores it entirely.
“And how would you make it up to me, Jojo?”
With piercing golden eyes, Dio watches Jonathan's face and they way his cheeks
flushed a delicate pink, his blue eyes flicking down to Dio's crossed legs.
Another shot of warmth in Dio's belly, catching that glance. Dio shifts very
slightly in the chair and levels Jonathan with a deep stare. Letting out a
shaky exhale, Jonathan steps closer, closing the distance between them.
Dio feels his heart race, warming up his body and making him shift again as
Jonathan approaches with a flustered face. Slowly Jonathan lowers onto his
knees in front of Dio and where he sat, his blue eyes bashful as he gazes up at
Dio past his eyelashes. Heart catching in his throat, Dio's mouth falls open
slightly at the sight of Jonathan beneath him. Hands resting on his own thighs,
Jonathan gazes up at Dio shyly. Cheeks pink and full lips slightly open,
Jonathan looked entirely delectable and sweet.
“Wh-what,” Dio begins, shifting in the seat and sitting a little straighter as
another flow of heat runs through his lower belly. An intense burning ache made
its presence known in his groin, pressing up against his breeches and making
him swallow hard. Jonathan sucks in a breath before raising his hands from his
own thighs, reaching up to gently, carefully glide them up over the sides of
Dio's crossed ones.
Tensing up, Dio's eyes widen slightly at the warm, pleasant touch to his
thighs.
“D-Do... you want me to? Make it up to you?” Jonathan whispers, voice soft and
hands light and hesitant on Dio's thighs. Dio lets out a shaky breath, his
heart racing and face becoming noticeably hot. Without saying a word, Dio licks
his bottom lip and slowly uncrosses his legs. A tiny little smile appears on
Jonathan's plump lips as he slides his tan hands around slowly, letting them
run over the top of Dio's thighs, across soft rich fabric.
The warm touch is slightly unsettling. While Jonathan's hands are smaller, it
does remind him of the wandering touches of a man's hand under the table at a
pub, where he played chess and card games to win the money that always granted
him a reprieve for the night. It reminds him of the groping touch when he was
alone with a man with the promise of a reward. It sends a shiver down his back,
but looking at Jonathan's bashful, innocent face... It easily replaces the
feeling of discomfort, letting him relax back into the soft cushion of his
seat. Gazing down at his so-called brother, seeing the eagerness in his lively
blue eyes and the warm, shy ghost of a smile on his lips, it has Dio giving in.
“Yes,” Dio says lowly, voice hushed and abnormally honest. He isn't sure why
he's not putting up a fight. He just couldn't resist, knowing that there was
pleasure he could greedily take that isn't accompanied by something awful. Deep
down inside, he may hold something abnormally fond for Jonathan, but he has yet
to even consider acknowledging it. It lessens his reluctance to nothing,
nonetheless.
His fingernails curl into the cushion that lines the armrests, watching with a
slightly heaving chest as Jonathan nods with a flushed face, before slowly
running his hands in to begin undoing Dio's breeches. Biting his bottom lip now
that Jonathan was looking away from his face, Dio watches intently, his belly
surging with heat as he sees Jonathan's shaky fingers unbutton his pants. Then
he hooks them around the waistbands of both his breeches and undergarments.
Jonathan casts a quick glance up to Dio's face, his curly russet brown locks
falling about his forehead and the sides of his face prettily.
Lifting his hips, Dio lets him wiggle down his pants and underwear, his small
hard cock bouncing up now that it lacked its confines. Dio sucks in a breath,
face flushing. Seeing Jonathan's eyes widen at the sight of it has Dio
shivering slightly with nervous anticipation. Jonathan's warm, rushed exhales
brush across the overheated skin, making Dio tense up.
“G-get on with it, if you're going to do it,” Dio says, meaning for it to sound
more forceful though it only comes out slightly breathless and bit back.
Jonathan shifts closer on his knees and peeks up at him, pupils blown wide and
lip caught between his teeth. Nodding, he reaches in and curls shy warm fingers
around the base, making Dio suck in a breath and spread his legs farther apart.
Scooting himself between his knees, Jonathan settles closer and gives one last
peek up to Dio's flushed face. Seeing Jonathan between his spread thighs sends
another burst of heat in his belly, making his toes curl in his sleek shoes.
Finally Jonathan leans in and after a last moment of hesitation, sticks out his
tongue and boldly licks up the length of his cock, the tip of his tongue
flicking against the sensitive underside of the pink head. Gasping aloud, Dio
narrows his eyes as he watches Jonathan lick his cock.
With the lingering, slightly salty taste on his tongue, Jonathan pauses,
realizing that sitting this close has him smelling the natural musk that came
from Dio, which was surprisingly arousing. Jonathan peeks up at him before
opening his mouth and taking the head of his erection between his lips.
Jonathan closes his eyes, brow furrowed and cheeks flushed a pink as he
flounders for a second, unsure of what to exactly do. For a long moment, he
just holds Dio's dick in his mouth, still and nervous. Dio was about to snap at
him to actually do something with his mouth. But before he could, Jonathan does
what he thinks would feel good and begins to suck, hollowing his cheeks and
keeping his plump lips wrapped around the head.
After a breathless moan falls from Dio's mouth, he bites his lip to hold back
any other noises. Having a hot, wet mouth on his erection is almost too much.
Only once or twice before a man put their mouth there, but only because they
derived pleasure from knowing they were sucking off an extremely underage boy.
Too overwhelmed by the feeling of having his erection in Jonathan's –
Jonathan's - warm mouth, the memories of it all don't haunt his thoughts again.
Hot pleasure crashes through his belly, watching through narrowed eyes as
Jonathan begins to slowly move down, taking half his length in his hot mouth.
Suddenly, Jonathan's molars grazed the head of his cock and made him grit his
teeth and hiss.
“Watch your teeth!” Dio snaps breathlessly, reaching out to grip his russet
brown locks. Jonathan tenses up and glances up at him, blue eyes visibly
dilated. Seeing Jonathan look up at him with his dick in his mouth has Dio's
heart leaping and stomach twisting with arousal. Jonathan pauses just a moment
before slowly withdrawing with a drag of his mouth, keeping firm suction around
his cock. Dio groans and gives a sharp tug to his hair without thinking, lost
in pleasure. Jonathan lets out a weak pained noise at that and barely withholds
the urge to clench his teeth.
Dio thrusts up a little into his mouth, making Jonathan jump and grab firmly at
Dio's thighs. It felt amazing and made Dio moan again, head tilting back
against the back of the arm chair. Tightening his hand in Jonathan's hair, he
gives five hard thrusts into Jonathan's face without warning, shoving deep into
his mouth and making him gag wetly and loudly, his back curling and nails
digging into Dio's thighs.
It was all Dio needed to reach the edge, his mouth falling open with his eyes
screwed shut as he shoots out three thick ropes of come into Jonathan's
unsuspecting mouth, making the boy jerk back. Coughing with a hand over his
mouth, Jonathan spits out the weird thick substance in his mouth, making a
slight face at the bitter saltiness. Dio pants with a heaving chest, his head
raising back up with his eyes slowly opening to look down at the image of a
disheveled Jonathan lowered to his knees before him, spitting out his
ejaculation into a hand.
“D-Dio! Warn me next time,” Jonathan complains, holding a palm full of come as
he gives Dio a weak scowl. Licking his lips, Dio reaches down to tuck himself
back into his undergarments and breeches, giving Jonathan an arrogant, amused
look.
“Ah, but it came so suddenly,” Dio teases, grinning at him lightly. Jonathan
frowns at him, but says nothing else. Rising shakily onto his feet, Jonathan
looks at his hand with a face, making Dio chuckle lowly with amusement.
“Now that you have supposedly 'made it up' to me, you may leave,” Dio muses,
cupping his cheek with a lazy hand like before, as if nothing had occurred.
Jonathan raises his gaze to Dio's smirking face and opens his mouth to protest,
but it dies when Dio levels him with a cold stare. Sighing, Jonathan turns and
approaches the door, unlocking it and pulling it open with his clean hand. He
leaves Dio to go wash his hands in the hallway water closet after shutting the
door.
Dio continues sitting there for another few minutes, thinking back on what
happened with a blush in his face. Raising his hand, he hides his face behind
it and exhales deeply. So is this what their... “friendship” has come to?
 
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Once back in his room, Jonathan shuts and locks the door behind himself,
resting against it as his gaze falls to his feet, staring distantly at his
shiny shoes. Face steadily heating up with a deep blush, he lifts his hands to
smack them over his face, in disbelief he actually... did that to Dio. And now,
once again, he was hard himself and wanted to do something about it.
Lifting his gaze to his wide canopy bed, he swallows hard and lowers a hand to
hesitatingly ghost it over the front of his tented trousers.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Their unorthodox relationship continues on through their late teenage
     years, until Dio has no choice but to sever Jonathan from his life in
     search of glory.
Chapter Notes
     A commissioned continuation for kysoka!!! I hope you like it!!
The dim light of the lamp casts a soft glow through the room, illuminating pale
cream colors and the deep rich woods of Dio's desk, his grand bed with the many
feather mattresses and plush blankets, the tall structure of his dresser.
It has been peaceful and calming the last hour or two, which was rare these
days. Jonathan has been busy with his archeology studies, so in the meantime
Dio had grabbed a book from the library to take to his bedroom in order to
relax following his own law studies.
Now he lays on his side atop his bed, sinking into the thick comforter with his
weight. Head propped up on a hand, elbow set on the bed, he gazes down at his
open book, golden eyes sweeping side to side across the pages. It may be
ungentlemanly to read on his bed rather than in a chair or at his desk, but he
couldn't care less in the privacy of his room. Dressed in his leisure clothing
(a comfortable, soft undershirt with a couple buttons popped open at the
collar, accompanied by his wine red breeches), Dio felt entirely too
comfortable, and as late as it was becoming, he felt sleepy.
Eyelids heavy as he tiredly reads sentence after sentence, Dio loses interest
swiftly and sluggishly shuts the book. A nap couldn't hurt, right?
Just as he attempts to convince himself to get up to turn off the lamp, the
door is suddenly drawn open. Looking over his shoulder, Dio's gaze finds
Jonathan. As peculiar a feeling as it was, his heart leaped to a sudden start
and he felt strange excitement. What was he expecting, exactly? Jonathan's face
lit up when he sees Dio laying on the bed. After shutting and locking the door,
he strode up to him and said bed.
“Dio! I have so much to tell you about what we've found at the dig site today!”
Jonathan exclaims rather excitedly and after clumsily kicking off his sleek
shoes, he climbs onto the bed and joins the blonde. Humming lowly with a lack
of interest, Dio arches a thin brow at him and muses tiredly, “Save it for
tomorrow, will you? I can only become so tired before I pass out.”
And surely, Jonathan's endless ranting about his studies will tire Dio to
death.
With his face falling, Jonathan pauses, sitting back on his calves. He nods
reluctantly and with blatant disappointment. But as he meets Dio's gaze again,
blue on gold, a slow, sweet smile comes to his face. Silent, Dio scrutinizes
his face with a narrow of his eyes. Shifting closer, still wearing his suit
coat and cravat, Jonathan looks down at him with sickening affection in his
eyes, and if Dio hated him as much as he used to, he would have called him out
on it. But no, this time, Dio just lays back, letting himself roll onto his
back so he faces the other more.
Noticing that gesture, Jonathan smiles a little wider, exposing some teeth as
he reaches out to brush back Dio's blonde locks. Curling his lip slightly at
that, Dio barely withholds the urge to smack his hand away. He finds himself
conflicted over it. Finding it nice and warm, the touch, but also tiresome. The
comfort in it outweighs his disgust. He lets Jonathan touch at his cheek with
blunt fingertips.
“You never left my thoughts,” Jonathan admits softly, stroking the back of his
hand down the side of Dio's fair face, “Not once, today.”
Scoffing, Dio turns his face out of the touch, rolling his eyes as he mutters,
“You are such a hopeless romantic, Jojo.”
Despite his words of annoyance, a heat burns in his face, a heat that he scowls
at. Laughing lightly, Jonathan agrees with a simple hum, earning Dio's gaze
again. With his blonde locks fanning about his face prettily, it has Jonathan
staring in awe. He runs a fingertip along Dio's jawline, before slowly, shyly,
leaning in to kiss him.
Dio stares up at him, his mouth falling open slightly as he watches the other
boy begin to lean in. When their lips meet, Dio slowly closes his eyes and
brings a broad, pale hand up to rest it over the back of Jonathan's head,
across curly, russet brown locks that feel unwashed under his touch. A soft hum
vibrates through Dio's lips, coming from Jonathan, which sends a familiar surge
of heat into Dio's belly.
Their lips move slowly and with deep overlapping, Dio's fingers curling into
Jonathan's locks as he lets his legs splay open lazily.
Normally he would be opposed to kissing, finding it too intimate for his
tastes, but he truly hadn't seen Jonathan all day, save for breakfast. And
while it pains him to admit it, maybe he had missed him. Slightly.
Microscopically. Jonathan is less of a pain as he used to be, so Dio could
tolerate him easier.
Although, Jonathan breathing heavily against his mouth as their lips moved
became tiring, so Dio leaned away from the kiss and met Jonathan's gaze with
his own. His eyes are dilated, Dio could tell, and his lips were now swollen
and pink from the kissing. A shy smile appears on Jonathan's mouth before he
asks quietly, “Do you think I could sneak in again tonight?”
Exhaling deeply, Dio says nothing at first, feeling Jonathan's broad hand rest
on his side. He then rolls his eyes a little and remarks with a bitterness in
his tone, “Just do as you please, Jojo. Asking permission for every little
thing is tiring.”
By now Jonathan is familiar with Dio's tendency to act grumpy if only to
maintain his pride, so rather than feel hurt by his biting words, he just
smiles.
 
Later that night, when the crickets chirp outside and moonlight seeps in
through the drawn, sheer window drapes, Dio lays in bed under thick covers.
With expectation for Jonathan's return, he stays awake, his gaze fixed out the
window on the endless stars. When he hears the door shyly creak open, he rolls
over to see Jonathan sneaking in, wearing his typical blue pyjamas. After
shutting the door behind himself, Jonathan quietly steps up to the bed and
grabs the covers to lift them. He gives Dio a pleasant smile as he slips under
the duvet to join the blonde.
“Make yourself at home, why don't you,” Dio harshly whispers, narrowing his
eyes at the other. Scooting closer to him, Jonathan retorts quietly, “You said
I could come, so no complaining.”
“Excuse me, I am allowed to complain as much as I please.”
“Alright, alright. You're so stubborn, Dio.”
“Quiet. Are you trying to wake up the entire household?”
“I'm whispering!”
“Loudly, might I add—What are you doing?”
Jonathan has been wiggling closer and closer towards the other until he could
happily wrap his muscular arms around his midsection. Dio begins to elbow him
in the side with a tight scowl, eying him with a furrowed brow. Jonathan bats
his eyelashes innocently and answers in a hushed voice, “I wanted to hold
you...”
Staring over at him, Dio narrows his eyes and searches in Jonathan's hopeful
blue eyes, before sighing and flopping back down onto his plush pillows.
Jonathan lets out a pleased hum and nuzzles closer, lining their bodies up so
Dio has no choice but to lay on his side for Jonathan to spoon him. Glaring out
the window, Dio grumpily thinks this was much too affectionate for his tastes.
But it seems he has no choice in this. Jonathan is simply a brute, taking what
he wants. And apparently what he wants is to cuddle. Absolutely disgusting.
As the other teen nuzzled into him and hugged him tightly, Dio elbowed him
persistently, refusing to back down that easy, until Jonathan whispered
impatiently, “Dio, why are you elbowing me?”
“You're wringing the breath out of me!” Dio snapped back quietly, fidgeting in
Jonathan's hold until the brunet relented and loosened his muscular arms around
him. Huffing, Dio shifted against him, settling back against his front and
getting comfortable. If Jonathan is going to be persistent and force him into
cuddling, he may as well make himself comfortable. Thankfully, Jonathan doesn't
provide a bratty retort, so Dio can close his eyes and relax. Admittedly, it
wasn't that awful. Jonathan is actually quite comfortable to lean back into.
He's also extremely warm, Dio has come to learn throughout the past year or so,
ever since this rather odd relationship began.
A few minutes pass in silence. Dio is just beginning to ease off into that
pleasant point of utter comfort mixed with sleepiness, until he feels something
hard prod against his ass. He can ignore it at first, not quite processing what
it was until it began to subtly rub against him, becoming persistent and
annoying. Cracking his eyes open, he comes to the conclusion that Jonathan is
now, apparently, turned on. Rather than call him out for it and berate him, Dio
swallows hard.
Without saying a thing, Dio begins to slowly rub his ass back against
Jonathan's erection, coaxing a gasp from the other boy. Running his broad hand
down over Dio's flat stomach, across the soft silk of his pyjamas, Jonathan
pulls him closer and grinds his cock against his ass, a slow back and forth
that Dio can blatantly feel. It sent a surge of heat through his belly, feeling
Jonathan's thick cock sliding between his cheeks and up against his lower back
through the thin, pliable fabric of his pyjama pants.
“Dio...” Jonathan breathes, his breath fanning out over Dio's cheek and
rustling some of his honey blonde locks. With his cheeks flushed a hot pink,
Dio lets the other teen rut into his ass until he was hard himself. It became
too childish and unsatisfying, the mindless humping. So after silently
gathering the confidence to ask this, he speaks in a soft whisper, “Jojo, do
you want my mouth, or would you rather... Enter me?”
“Dio..! A-Are you sure?” Jonathan whispers, pausing in the rocking of his hips
with his hand sliding up over Dio's chest. Bringing his hand up to rub at his
eyes, Dio sighs before asking tiredly, “Would I have offered if I wasn't sure?”
“...I suppose so,” Jonathan says softly, carefully bringing his hand down. “But
I... I want to touch you first.”
Feeling his face burn with a blush, Dio says nothing. Jonathan waits for
permission, knowing it was ungentlemanly to assume something of someone when
they have said nothing. When Dio nods slightly, Jonathan smiles to himself and
cups his broad hand around Dio's dick through his pyjamas. Hips jerking
slightly, Dio sucks in a breath as Jonathan begins to gently fondle him,
squeezing his tanned, rough fingers around his hard cock over and over until
Dio lets out a bitten back grunt and spreads his thighs further apart.
Taking it as an encouragement, Jonathan slips his warm hand down into his
pyjamas and begins to stroke his cock with a slow, tight fist. Dio cranes his
head back into Jonathan's chest and arches his back, toes curling into the
duvet. Jonathan bites his lip, watching with wide eyes as he moved his hand
inside his pyjamas, stroking along his shaft and rubbing along the leaking head
with blunt fingertips. As he's reaching further down to cup his balls and
massage them gently with heavy strokes of his thumb, Dio pants quietly, golden
eyes downcast to watch. He sucks in a breath as Jonathan returns to stroking
his cock quickly with a tight fist, the wet noises of the motion filling the
room. Grunting a little, Dio narrows his eyes at the sight of Jonathan's hand
moving under his pants. The heat in his gut becomes so overwhelming Dio can
barely think. Before he could spend too quickly, he breathlessly whispers,
“Enough.”
Even if they were now seventeen, Dio never did last that long. He always did
intend to work on that, his limit, but rather than use his hand for practice,
he always went to Jonathan. It was pointless to use his own hand when he had
another person to do it for him. But, Jonathan being Jonathan, he always just
jumped right into it and got Dio off without any edging, if only to give the
blonde the pleasure he deserves.
“Get the oil,” Dio mutters, before Jonathan could ask if he hurt him, like the
overly concerned buffoon he was. A bit eager, Jonathan took his hand from his
pyjamas and rolled over towards the nightstand. After locating the used bottle
of oil Dio kept by his bed for just this purpose, Jonathan rolled back over and
reached down to politely ease down Dio's pyjama pants. This part is Dio's least
favorite of the whole process, but it's one step they couldn't skip. Sighing as
he felt Jonathan nudge two oiled fingers between his cheeks, Dio readied
himself.
As Jonathan begins to ease one of his thick fingers into him, he scoots up
closer behind the blonde and presses a few tender kisses along the side of his
forehead and face. His plump lips caress soft pale locks as he pushed his index
finger into the other boy.
It wasn't uncomfortable, the preparation. It was just boring. Dio sighs as he
feels Jonathan kiss his face, mentally rolling his eyes. Brushing aside blonde
locks, Jonathan leans in to gently bite and kiss at his neck instead. Twitching
at that, Dio furrows his brow and is tempted to turn back to look at him. As he
feels Jonathan bite at his skin and then suck on it, Dio scoffs and demands
with an unamused tone of voice, “Are you marking me, Jojo?”
“Ah, sorry,” Jonathan apologizes as he leans away from his neck, realizing what
he was doing, “I was just getting into it, I suppose.”
“No matter. Hurry up, will you?” Dio mutters, becoming impatient. Nodding,
Jonathan obliges and begins to nudge his middle finger inside him along with
his index. Unfortunately, Dio felt himself become soft. Mostly out of boredom.
Being as young as he is, maintaining an erection is no problem, but he's tired
and impatient. Thankfully, he didn't have to point it out. Jonathan noticed and
after politely asking Dio to rise onto an elbow, he slipped his other arm
around him and reached down to begin touching at his length once more.
Jonathan has become more confident as their relationship progressed, which Dio
had come to like. It meant less annoying hesitation and shy mannerism. He lets
a soft, pleased hum come from him as Jonathan slowly stroked him back to
hardness.
After a few quiet minutes of fingering the blonde, Jonathan asked softly, his
hand pausing on Dio's cock, “Do you think this is enough? I wouldn't want to
hurt you, Dio...”
“Mmm, just go ahead,” Dio mumbles, feeling a mixture of impatience and
sleepiness. But, he would not find fucking comfortable in this position. Laying
on his side would become tiresome quickly. So he turns to look back at
Jonathan, adding in a stern tone, “Lay back. I will do the work this time,
Jojo.”
“Ah, okay.”
As Jonathan is removing his pyjamas and getting comfortable against the
pillows, Dio rises from the bed to remove his own clothing and then approach
the nightstand. He takes out one of the skin condoms, which were rather
expensive so they didn't have many left (but Dio, with money, could obtain
anything), and returns to Jonathan. Sitting on his calves, Dio watches as the
other boy situated the plush pillows and then rested back against them. He
silently admires his body, taking note of how it had grown a little more
throughout the past year. He was noticeably thicker in mass, and had a nice tan
to his skin with his hands much broader, which Dio had noticed through intimate
means. Jonathan's cock had grown considerably, too. Also noticed through
intimate means.
He takes the honor of sliding the condom over Jonathan's thick erection.
Jonathan sucked in a breath at that, as tame a touch as it had been. Crawling
over the other, Dio turns his back to him and sits down on his stomach. He
first grabs the oil and squeezes a good handful into his palm. He reaches down
and begins to stroke Jonathan's thick cock with a hand, wet, slick noises
filling the room as he thoroughly coated it with the oil. Jonathan panted
heavily behind him. He feels his broad, warm hands slide up over his sides as
Dio reached behind himself to lather the rest of it over his hole, giving
Jonathan a view that has his cock twitching in Dio's hand.
Smirking, Dio rises up and with his feet planted on the bed, he keeps his hips
raised above Jonathan's pelvis as he rubbed the thick, pink head against his
hole. The condom did stifle the nice sensation of having Jonathan's bare cock
inside him. Filling him with his load, only for it to drip out afterwards
(something they both enjoyed). But Dio would rather not deal with the mess.
A soft groan falls from Jonathan as Dio began to slowly sit down on the head.
It wasn't going in very far. With a tight hand around his shaft, Dio has to
repeatedly readjust it against his hole as he attempted to sit down on it. His
body did open up enough for the head, but he has to forcefully push his hips
down to get more inside him. A strained grunt came from him as he felt
Jonathan's fat cock slowly ease into him, but only small bits at a time. It
took some determined pushing of his hips until his body finally opened up for
Jonathan, albeit abruptly, and then sucked him in all at once, resulting in
Dio's ass to meet his pelvis. Both of them gasp as Jonathan's hips twitch and
his hands tighten on Dio's slender sides.
“Don't thrust just yet, you ape,” Dio grunts, readjusting his feet on the plush
duvet as he leaned back and settled his hands on both sides of the other boy.
Swallowing hard, Jonathan says nothing, only gazes up at the sight of Dio
hovering above with his back facing him. His blonde locks fall down to hang,
his pale, arched back covered in small moles that earn Jonathan's adoring gaze.
Dio begins to slowly lift his hips up again.
A lewd, wet noise follows the motion, accompanied by another when Dio eased his
hips back down, forcing his thick cock back inside himself. Closing his eyes,
Jonathan moaned softly, his toes clenching and muscular thighs quivering with
his struggle to resist the urge to thrust up into him. His broad hands tighten
on Dio's hips as Dio began to establish a slow tempo, sliding up and down over
Jonathan's length. Even after nearly a year of this, Jonathan could never grow
used to this sensation.
“Nnngh, Dio... You feel so good,” Jonathan whispers, sliding one of his hands
around Dio's hip to run it up over his flat, heaving belly, fingers running
through soft, pale pubic hair. Dio pants heavily, his cock leaking as it rests
against his hip. The touch to his tummy feels nice and has him biting his lip.
He wants Jonathan to keep touching his front, but he's too prideful to ask for
that.
To keep it quiet as possible, to prevent someone from knocking on the locked
door, Dio doesn't let his ass meet Jonathan's pelvis each time he drops down.
He does speed up the pumping of his hips, fast enough that soon the dirty
squelching noises are becoming a bit noisy. Jonathan kept moaning behind him,
but thankfully he's smart enough to keep it mostly quiet.
As for Dio, he was trying his best not to groan and pant too hard. It felt good
for him too, and Jonathan is unfortunately aware of that, because whenever he's
in charge of thrusting, he always did it hard and fast to please the blonde
even more. In this position, the thick head of Jonathan's cock pushed into that
peculiar bundle of nerves inside him that felt just amazing. He should be
slowing down to prevent the noisiness, but the touches to that part inside him
is driving him a little mad with pleasure. His cock was leaking pre-come all
over his hip and thigh, his length bouncing slightly with the motion of his
hips.
Soon Dio's arms and legs begin to ache, so after settling down entirely on
Jonathan's cock, coaxing a groan from the boy under him, he took a moment to
catch his breath. As he does, he peeks over his shoulder to see Jonathan
staring with wide eyes at where there were connected. Biting his lip with a
smirk curling at his mouth, Dio reaches down to shamelessly draw his cheeks
apart, giving him an even sexier view. Mouth falling open, Jonathan glanced up
to meet Dio's amused golden eyes, a shameful protest ready on his tongue, but
as Dio began to slowly rock his hips, his gaze locked back onto his hole
stretched around his girth.
He watched with his blunt fingernails digging into his hips as Dio gave him a
view of his cock sliding in and out of him, a slow motion as he rolled his hips
back and forth. Apparently that was enough. Dio laughs lowly as he felt
Jonathan's cock twitch and throb inside him. Jonathan moans breathlessly and
cranes his head back into the pillows, his curly brown locks clinging to his
forehead and cheeks with sweat. Dio takes his hands from his ass and sets them
on the bed. He rode Jonathan's throbbing cock with slow lifts and drops of his
hips until Jonathan whined out his name, his broad hands tightening on his
hips, surely leaving bruises that Dio will find tomorrow in the bath.
Rising off of him, Dio sluggishly lowers down onto the bed beside him, panting
a little hard and brushing back blonde locks from his face. As Jonathan presses
a soft kiss to Dio's shoulder (which has him grimacing) and rises to take care
of the condom, Dio grumpily thinks to himself that Jonathan should practice on
lasting longer. He's pulled from his pouting when Jonathan climbs back onto the
bed and nudges his legs apart to settle between them. Rising onto an elbow, Dio
looks down at him with a slowly growing smirk.
“You've become rather daring lately,” Dio muses, letting the bigger teen settle
between his pale legs. Flushing in the face from that, Jonathan huffs and
mutters back shyly as he runs broad, rough hands up his thighs, “You want me to
be blunt, so I am only attempting to please, Dio.”
“I suppose so,” Dio replies with a light grin, feeling his face heat up as he
watches Jonathan lower himself onto his belly, getting into position to blow
him, supposedly. When Jonathan does lean in and takes his flushed cock into his
hot mouth, Dio bit his lip and hummed lowly. As Jonathan bobs his head slowly,
attempting to find the right tempo that won't have him choke, Dio brings a hand
up to grab a fistful of his soft brown locks. Before Dio could really get into
it though, Jonathan suddenly draws off and looks up at him with wide eyes and a
look of realization.
“What?” Dio spits impatiently, wanting to get off and go to bed already.
Jonathan moves to sit up, Dio letting his hair go, before saying excitedly in a
hushed voice, “Dio, there's something I read about that I wish to try on you! I
forgot until now. I read that it feels... ah, very good, I suppose. I wouldn't
really know personally but--”
“Fine. Just hurry up, will you?”
Dio doesn't care. There is very little Jonathan could surprise him with.
“Okay, get on your belly, then,” Jonathan whispers, smiling at him with blatant
excitement shimmering in his deep blue eyes. Blinking, Dio pauses and then
narrows his eyes at him. Jonathan waves his hands around, saying insistently,
“I won't be putting anything in you! Please, just trust me.”
Dio, trusting him? He nearly laughs. But, his curiosity is beginning to be
stirred, so he just purses his lips thoughtfully and obliges by sluggishly
turning over onto his front. Laying on his belly, he props up on his elbows and
looks over to Jonathan. He allows it when Jonathan grabs his hips and silently
asks him to raise them, slightly. Dio impatiently rolled his eyes when Jonathan
wiped the oil from his hole. Then the other teen leaned in. Dio watched with
wide eyes as Jonathan brought his face to his ass and spread his cheeks with
broad thumbs.
“Oh,” Dio says, realizing where this was going. Jonathan peeked up at him past
his unruly, curly bangs as he put his mouth on his hole. A strange, hot feeling
on one of the most sensitive parts of him. He's never felt it before, so it
made him gasp when Jonathan began to lick him there. Entirely unsanitary, he
imagines, but he, nor Jonathan apparently, isn't complaining.
“Ah, Jonathan,” Dio begins breathlessly, continuing to watch him as he ate him
out, “I never thought you could surprise me like this. You sure do read up on
such filthy things, don't you, you beast.”
Dio expected Jonathan to pull away and retort, ashamed as usual, but instead he
tightens his hands to a painful degree around his hips and began to mouth at
his hole with an eagerness that was unlike him and had Dio dropping his head
down into the pillows and moaning wantonly. It was a noise he didn't anticipate
escaping his mouth, but it seemed to encourage Jonathan and had him lapping at
his clenching hole like some thirsty dog with flat drags of his tongue. Panting
hard with his head resting down on the pillows, Dio peeks back, meeting
Jonathan's intense blue eyes past his messy russet brown locks as he ate him
out.
“Your hand--” Dio begins, gritting his teeth as he felt his orgasm coming up
fast, “Catch my release.”
Obeying, Jonathan let his hip go and shoved his hand under his belly, finding
his hard, dripping cock before cupping his palm over the head. One more long
lick of his hot tongue has Dio clenching up and letting out a ragged gasp. His
back curls as he hits the edge, his ropes of come shooting into Jonathan's
hand. Luckily he catches all of it, so Dio wouldn't have to sleep under a
soiled duvet tonight.
Slumping down into the bed, Dio pants heavily as he feels Jonathan slip his
hand out from under him and rise from the bed. Dio is too tired to open his
eyes and follow Jonathan with his gaze, but he supposes he washed his hands
(maybe he went out to the hallway to do so, Dio isn't sure), because when he
feels Jonathan touch him, his hands are warm and dry.
“Dio, are you okay with me leaving you? I know that you usually don't want to
risk a maid finding us together in the morning but... I.. Should I leave?”
What a useless question.
Without opening his eyes, Dio is ready to snap at him to leave, but he
hesitates. He cracks his heavy eyes open to see Jonathan sitting on his calves
beside him, his hand apparently stroking at his blonde locks. He hadn't even
noticed. How out of it is he? He must be exhausted.
“Hmm... Stay. Just for a little while,” Dio murmurs, sleepily and heavily. He
sees a soft smile appear on Jonathan's plump lips as he begins to move under
the covers again.
“But if you attempt to kiss me, I will kick you out of the bed.”
“Ah, okay. I won't.”
 
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There he was. With that damn witch Erina, again. Blatantly flirting with her.
Again.
Grinding his teeth as he watches Jonathan and Erina sit together under a tree,
sharing what looks to be cake (Dio already knows that she made it for him), Dio
clenches his hands into fists and narrows his eyes at the sight. The sun is
bright out today, illuminating the nearby creek and the flowers that sway in
the light breeze. Rays of sunlight peek out past the leaves of the tree they
sat under and fell across them prettily, a sight that reminds Dio of a
painting. A disgusting, revolting painting of young love. Simply repulsive.
How dare Jonathan direct his attention elsewhere. Not that... Dio specifically
wants his attention. But doesn't that say that Jonathan is fine with stabbing
him in the back? Betraying him with another? Not that they were in a serious
relationship like that.
It's just that... Jonathan belongs to Dio. It is as simple as that and Dio
refuses to let that change. He smooths out his deep olive suit coat before
turning and striding away, down the empty street across uneven stones that
makes him stumble a little as he goes.
 
Dinner is tense and silent. Dio's actions are laced with bitterness and passive
aggression. But, kept subtle enough so that only Jonathan notices how ticked
off he is. As Jonathan nervously flicks his gaze to the blonde, Dio makes sure
to cut his meat with more force than necessary, his golden eyes narrowed and
fixed on Jonathan's as he stabs his fork into a piece. Jonathan shakily looks
back down. Good. He should be cowering in fear.
As Father speaks up, attempting to have some sort of conversation going, Dio
naturally drones him out and continues to watch Jonathan's face, tracking every
motion he makes, every shift of his face. Did that cake taste good, Jonathan?
Or did it spoil your appetite?
 
After dinner, Dio escapes to the library. He has already read through the lower
half of the library by now, so to obtain new material, he has to climb the
rolling ladder. As he's shifting through one row of books in hopes of finding
one promising title, his name is spoken from below. Looking over his shoulder,
he finds Jonathan standing at the bottom of the ladder, arms crossed and face
set in a determined expression. Sighing as he rolls his eyes, Dio shoves the
book he held back into place and then began his descent.
Once he meets the floor, he turns around to find Jonathan's gaze. Dio fixes his
tie and vest with a scathing smirk pulling across his lips, arching a brow.
“Fancy a book, Jojo?” He teases with an underlying bite. His smirk falls and he
levels Jonathan with a dark look in his golden eyes. Jonathan keeps his arms
crossed and his hard face remains the same. Dio expected him to tuck his tail
by now. Surprising development. Perhaps little Jonathan is finally becoming a
man.
“You're angry with me,” Jonathan begins, slowly uncrossing his arms to fix the
cuffs of his dress shirt as he furrows his thick eyebrows, searching in Dio's
eyes for answers. Dio hums and brushes his blonde locks back with a flick of
his fingers.
“Astute observation, Jojo. Perhaps your studies are finally coming to use.”
Sighing, Jonathan throws an exasperated hand up and then says bluntly, “Just
tell me, Dio. Enough of these games of dancing around the problem and staring
daggers into my back.”
Venomous, angry words cling to Dio's tongue, ready to be fired like bullets in
retaliation. But, he pauses. There are a few approaches he could take here.
Manipulation is his closest friend, after all.
He swallows hard, gazes into Jonathan's eyes as he forces his bitter expression
to relax into something approachable. Then he steps closer, close enough to
smell the cologne on the other teen. Jonathan blinks, his stance noticeably
relaxing as Dio comes closer. Dio then presses into him, bringing his arms up
to slowly and tightly wrap them around the other boy. He rests his cheek on
Jonathan's chest and closes his eyes. He waits, silent, before comfortable,
heavy arms wrap around him to return the unexpected embrace.
Smirking, Dio whispers softly, “Jojo, I only wish you would stay faithful to
me. I cannot stand seeing you with that insufferable Erina... Because you are
mine.”
A quiet pause follows, Jonathan tense in his arms. It does take a moment, but
Jonathan does reply, in a soft voice.
“Dio... I know you find her distasteful, but please don't say that about her...
She is my friend. And if you want... I can be with you more often. I would like
that, honestly. You just need to tell me these things.”
Dio makes a face at his words, but before he could think of a proper, clever
response, Jonathan brings his hands up to cup his face. Letting his head be
lifted to meet his gaze, Dio says nothing, taming his expression. Jonathan has
a tiny, hopeful smile on his face.
“I have a fondness for you, Dio. I want to make things right, so if there is
ever a time that you feel replaced, let me know, and I can remind you how dear
you are to me.”
Feel replaced?! That is not what Dio tried to convey. He wanted to convey
ownership and how Jonathan shouldn't throw himself to some whore because his
loins felt all peculiar when he talked to her. Filthy and disgusting, just
thinking about it. Jonathan is only seeking the fairer sex, surely. It is
natural for a man to yearn for a woman, but for it to be anyone else but Dio
(not that he's a woman, but still..!) is unacceptable. Anger wells inside him,
but before he could retort, Jonathan deems Dio's silence as an agreement and
then leans in to angle his head and kiss him gently.
Despite his reluctance to end the discussion like this, Dio may have begun to
melt in Jonathan's hands and kiss. Maybe. He closes his eyes, keeping his arms
around the bigger teen as he returned the kiss with a few firm purses of his
lips, his cheeks becoming hot under Jonathan's broad hands. Jonathan pulls back
a moment later, gives him a smile, and says gently, “Let us go on a walk, Dio.
It is nice out today.”
Staring up at him silently, Dio searches in his eyes. Even if he's still
annoyed with this outcome, that doesn't sound too unpleasant. He still could
bring it up during the walk, too.
With a sigh, Dio pulls out of the embrace and then begins to fix his tie and
vest again, dropping his gaze to the floor momentarily. When he meets
Jonathan's hopeful, dark blue eyes again, he assents with a firm, “Fine.”
A bright smile appears on Jonathan's plump lips, his slight dimples appearing
with it. Staring at his grinning face (which has become handsomer and manlier
as the years passed) Dio can't help but feel it isn't such a sore sight to look
at anymore. In fact, his heart began to race and his face felt hot. It must
have been from the embrace and the sweet kiss. What does that mean? Even his
stomach is all light and felt like it was full of butterflies.
Strange... Who was truly the one manipulating here?
 
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On Jonathan's eighteenth birthday, they lay in bed. The stars are out and the
window is open slightly, a breeze filtering into the room and rustling the
sheer curtains. It was expected of Jonathan to pass out after a meal full of
cake and wine. Dio had planned to do something for him as a birthday gift,
behind doors, but the brunet thought otherwise and sleepily dragged Dio into
bed with him for them to cuddle as Jonathan fell asleep. It was an unplanned
outcome, but Dio isn't mad. No, now he lays in Jonathan's limp arms, facing him
on his side with his golden eyes soft as he gazes at the other boy's (no...
man's) sleeping face.
It's been two years since they first began this relationship. Dio may be a
bitter, proud man, but he has come to realize that perhaps there was someone
out there that loved him. A certain someone who insisted on Dio going to bed
with them on the night of their birthday. But, it is no matter to him, he will
still inherit the Joestar riches whether or not he kills Jonathan in the
process. Even so, it's an odd sensation, to feel loved. Dio thinks about it,
can't stop thinking about it, as he watches Jonathan sleep.
Has a true fondness formed in his own heart as well? A fondness for Jonathan?
All Dio has known his entire life is hatred and abuse. How silly, to find some
insignificant amount of love in another boy his age. It will be a sad day when
it comes. When he has to kill Jonathan.
Reaching out, Dio brushes back Jonathan's curly locks with careful fingertips
and then rises from the bed, slowly moving out from under Jonathan's loose
embrace. He still has to give Father his “medicine”. Better take care of it
before he becomes distracted.
 
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Flames surround them, a blinding wall of light and heat that has Dio grimacing
as he yells at Jonathan through the chaos to deliver him his body. Promising
him eternal life and glory in exchange for his flesh. But rather than relent
and let Dio take what he rightfully deserves, Jonathan only embraces his
detached head tighter in his muscular arms. Falling silent, Dio gazes up at the
other man's softening face, the explosions and flames becoming unimportant in
that moment. Jonathan is weak, Dio can tell. Blood pours forth from his throat,
and even if he should have drowned on his own blood by now, Jonathan is still
conscious and even looking down at him with semi-lucid eyes. As stubborn and
relentless as always, of course.
He can see Jonathan's mouth moving, speaking to him, but it's soft and he
cannot hear it through the destruction going on around them. When he's hugged a
little tighter to Jonathan's torso, Dio curls a lip and is about to demand for
him to give up his body once more, but Jonathan's head lowers and his body
begins to sag. Dio can see the faintest smile on his face just before another
explosion occurs and sends the both of them tumbling onto the charred wooden
floor.
Now is his chance. His last and only chance. To take what truly belongs to him.
 
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Candles flicker throughout the room. Casting a soft glow across the floor, the
wide bed covered in silk and quilts, and over a broad, muscular body perched in
a red velvet chair. Dio sits with his legs crossed, his long, wild blonde locks
framing his face as he gazes down at the object he held in his hand. He wears
only a pair of yellow pants with the many straps and bells attached. The
flickering lights of the candles illuminate each dip and curve of the muscle in
his bared, massive torso.
In his hand, he holds Jonathan. A comfortable texture, against his palm and
fingers. A smooth surface of bone, preserved for a century at the bottom of the
ocean. Dio had kept it out of sentimentality, the one and only weakness he has
allowed himself to have. Keeping this skull is unimportant in his quest to
destroy the Joestars, but even so, he wants it. After claiming Jonathan's body,
it is the respectful thing to do, as well.
For an hour (or was it two? Dio isn't entirely sure. Even if he could control
it, passing time has become unimportant lately), he sits there, cradling that
skull in one hand with his other hand propping up his cheek, elbow set on the
armrest of the chair. It's like a conversation, one he hasn't had in so long.
Gazing into the empty sockets which once held the ocean, vast and full of
wonder and beauty. For a moment, only a moment, Dio lets himself mourn.
Dio had been cruel to the other boy when they were young. But despite that,
Jonathan had been there for him and even sought his company. It was strange,
how stubbornly friendly and forgiving he had been. Dio hated it. Why must a boy
be so trusting, so easy to manipulate and corrupt? Jonathan should have known
better.
But perhaps, he was well aware of that cruelty Dio gave him. He was simply
willing to overlook it, to give Dio that chance that no one else had given him.
It was silly, thinking of it in that way. Dio knew he was evil. He was never
meant to walk among man. Jonathan was just the poor sod that was wrapped up in
Dio's fate to become greater than man. Dio wishes it could have been someone he
truly hated. Someone who truly hated him in return. Someone who wouldn't miss
him if he had gone away on a trip, someone who wouldn't share the bed with him
at night and make him feel strangely comfortable that way, someone who didn't
look for him when they felt upset.
Why couldn't it have turned out that way? Why couldn't it have been someone
else, someone he wouldn't have mourned over, much less thought of every day?
As proud as he is, Dio couldn't help but wish he could see him, if only for
another day. To lay with him under the covers at night, listening to the
crickets as Jonathan talked to him in whispers.
Dio may have been convinced he loathed him when he was younger, but now as he
sits alone in this dark room, gazing into empty, sad eye sockets, he knows that
what he felt back then must have been something similar to love. Not quite
love, definitely not. But it was something. Something warm and comforting, in
the suffocating sea of loneliness and hatred.
Bringing the skull up to his face, Dio closes his eyes and presses a lingering
kiss to the forehead of the skull, the smooth bone soft under his lips. Drawing
it back, Dio stares at the green lipstick mark he left behind, golden eyes
softening just slightly.
It suited Jonathan.
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