Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/1847701. 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: Oral_Sex, Choking, Anal_Fingering, Emotional_Manipulation, Massage, Dirty Talk Stats: Published: 2014-06-24 Words: 4901 ****** Object of Desire ****** by Schediaphilia Summary On a particularly humid Summer’s day, Dio is studying maths through lunch. A well meaning Jonathan comes to check up on him. Slight A/U. First JJBA fic. Notes They’re around 17 in this, still in the middle of their educations not quite wrapping it up. Furthermore it's a slight A/U wherein Dio instead of kissing Erina merely stews about Jonathan’s relationship. Dio, of all people, was having trouble focusing. Closing his yellow eyes he tutted chidingly to himself, promising himself to reign in his thoughts. It was a particularly humid day and as fate often had it in England, it was drizzling lazily. Heat copulated dizzyingly with moisture, lending itself onto his body in the form of an uncomfortable layer of sweat that distracted him. However, that didn’t distract him so much as the thoughts which kept rising unexpectedly in his mind. He focused on the feeling of paper underneath his left hand, the weight of the pencil in his thumb, pointer, and middle finger, the angle it was at. He focused on the maths he was writing out, positively determined to take his mind off of something particularly troubling. Leaning his head back he felt a gentle, wet breeze blow in through the window by his desk. Feeling specks of cold rain mixed with warm air made him shiver slightly as he cleared his head. Leaning back, the wood chair creaked as he shifted his weight and Dio frowned instinctually at the stinging in his shoulders connecting with the back. It seemed that recently Dio’s penchant for rough housing, particularly brawling with his group of friends, was taking a toll on his upper back. He reasoned that his opponents had more to complain about, with blackened eyes, and on occasion, a missing tooth. As he raised his left arm, he cringed at the tightness in his muscles restricting their movement. He grabbed his right shoulder and stretched lazily, not once taking his eyes from his maths book. The equations were still unfinished. His attempts at massaging the muscle to relax it were in vain, however, leaving him with only fingertip-shaped dents in his skin and the promise of bruises. He growled at himself angrily. Hadn’t he read that massages helped sore  muscles just yesterday? What was he doing wrong? Gripping again he gritted his teeth and growled low, not dissimilar to an animal and tried again to work his shoulder under his tight grip. Cutting off Dio’s focus was a knock on his door. Sighing but not fully giving up on the task he lessened his grip to merely hold his shoulder as he leant up and looked to the door. “Come in.” The words slid out as if he were in a particularly good mood, so when Jonathan’s head and body appeared in the door frame, Dio noticed that he almost looked calm. “You skipped lunch.” Jonathan began, stopping short. Dio was suddenly aware of his own hand gripping his shoulder as though nursing a wound, and of Jonathan’s pity-stricken face.  He cursed himself for showing such weakness and fought the urge to bite back at the boy in front of him. “And why should that matter to you?” Dio narrowed his eyes. Jonathan was naturally intelligent. He had been hiding a certain weakness- and he could barely admit to himself he wasn’t naturally intelligent. He spent hours holed up in his room poring over every text, ensuring he would always come out on top. He resented Jonathan, and rode the emotion into a bitter inner monologue. Dio had been studying during lunch and Jonathan, naturally talented, not with this blood, didn’t need to. Jonathan was still looking at his adopted brother carefully, as if he was wondering what kind of day it would be today. Would it be a day wherein they would get along without a hitch, however rare that was? Would it be a day where Dio snapped at Jonathan once more? Or would it be the most common scenario? That Jonathan would try to get closer only to be shut out yet again. Jonathan hesitated but spoke anyway, “Dio. Are you all right?” He motioned at his shoulder. Dio gritted his teeth and ground out, “Quite. I merely… over-exerted myself.” Carefully, Dio met Jonathan’s gaze and refused to let up even when he wanted to look away self-consciously. Dio involuntarily closed his eyes as he remembered what was distracting him in Jonathan’s eyes. He commanded himself to breathe in evenly as he thought about that… that innocence that lurked inside those eyes. It made his heart jump, his stomach lurch, his brain hum, he wanted to… Dio jumped at the feeling of hands on his shoulders. Looking as if Jonathan had just scandalized him he shouted, “Just what do you think you’re doing?!” He pulled his body away, inching away in his chair, arms crossed in a protective stance. Jonathan swallowed but then tried to smile. “If they hurt, I can try and help.” He smiled gently, a sort of smile that only sent Dio’s brain purring into action. It wasn’t the main content of the thoughts that bothered him, no. It was what he wanted to do after he made Jonathan cry that concerned him. “I fail to see how you’d be better than myself- it is my body after all.” Dio’s eyes flashed dangerously and Jonathan seemed to be considering calling it a day and leaving him be. Dio could almost see the expression in Jonathan’s face always held when he left Dio be finally: A mixture of fear and disappointment. A sense of satisfaction began to well up, and a sense of power subconsciously developed from making the young man above him emotionally respond despite being physically lower in height. “Well, I can reach better and…” Jonathan trailed off and flushed slightly. That caught Dio’s interest. Was he embarrassed? Desperate to latch onto it and tear the insecurity screaming into daylight he had difficulty controlling the eagerness of his voice, and Jonathan surely noticed the change of tone. “And?” Their eyes were still locked. Jonathan’s eyes looked as though he was caught, a prey squirming underneath webbing. A deep, deliriously twisting sensation settled in Dio’s stomach and he forced himself to keep breathing steady as his body desired to breathe deeper and longer. There were, however, two things Dio regrettably, and terribly, could not control: The chubby budding in his pants and the desire in his eyes. “Erina says I give really good massages.” It was like an icy splash of water. It was impossible to not notice Dio’s sudden return to anger. Dio had noticed the girl and questioned Jojo about her years ago and while it didn’t sit terribly well with him that he was happy with some girl, he hadn’t seen them together personally… However, now Dio was particularly upset being forced to remember what Jojo did in his spare time. Furthermore, just what was he suggesting? Purebred and innocent, he could hardly imagine Jonathan having heard those words muttered sweetly from a body sheened in sweat, exposed. He refused to think on it further. Then an idea clicked. A realization. Only Erina had experienced this. Dio’s face went blank as he stared at Jonathan, mulling over his options. He wasn’t entirely sure why, or at least he wouldn’t let himself acknowledge why, but he wanted desperately to experience something sacred. He wanted to take it away. It wouldn’t be special anymore if Jonathan spread the experience to Dio. It would be tainted. A fake smile formed on his lips, the corner of his eyes pulled up and crinkled but those eyes never once held any trace of earnestness as he mirthfully chimed, “Then who am I to refuse, brother?” Jonathan seemed to hesitate when Dio put his back to him but ended up reaching towards the young man regardless of his reservations. Gently, he gripped Dio’s shoulders and rolled his finger tips. “Nnn…” Dio caught himself. He hadn’t expected that to feel quite so… good. He hadn’t expected to need to hold back any noises. Focusing on the lie he fed himself, he let himself enjoy the way Jonathan’s finger tips slid against the fabric sliding on his skin. He sighed out, unable to chastise himself when he felt something pop in his right shoulder. He could nearly purr under these ministrations. Thumbs pushing into muscles, tugging and nudging, relaxing, feeling outright wonderful. He grinned to himself despite his jealousy of Erina, knowing that he was the one experiencing it right now. Jonathan’s hands moved up to the base of his neck and while Dio was momentarily hesitant about that, he relaxed as soon as his hands rubbed hard but somehow still so soothingly, thumbs pushing into the connection of the shoulders blades. He let his body relax and without thinking leant his head back with a sigh of contentment. It seemed Jonathan didn’t mind as he moved his hands more slowly and deliberately but with more pressure. It wasn’t until Jojo had reached in front of Dio and popped open a few buttons of his shirt that Dio realized his head was splayed back on Jonathan’s chest. He turned his head to look at the young man and heard a delightfully pulsing heartbeat beneath the cloth and warmth of the man standing over him. He wanted to question Jonathan’s fingers on his neck but found himself unable when the pads of those fingers glided on his bare Adam’s apple. He involuntarily shivered and gasped as something in his instincts yelled “Yes!” at the warm contact. Letting out a shallow hot breath he realized with horror he was aroused by this. “It’ll help me feel where the tension is if you take off your shirt.” Jonathan explained but didn’t want to make his adoptive brother uncomfortable. Dio very nearly said no before Jonathan’s hands touched his bare shoulders. It was as if Jonathan’s hands themselves were objects of desire, his skin tingled underneath his strong hands, as he bit back a moan. There was no way in hell Dio was turned on by this. That’s what he told himself as he unbuttoned his white shirt a bit too eagerly as he looked up at Jonathan and felt his stomach twist and his cock twitch at that so gentle, content look Jonathan was giving him. His thoughts weren’t able to be contained as quickly as he willed them away, and he thought of that face looking at him so gently. Dio’s mouth was dry. He swallowed and clenched his fists after shrugging off his shirt. His gaze slipped to Jonathan’s neck idly but then back up to the smile. Jonathan’s sweet lips opened to say, with an unintentional seductiveness, Dio was sure of that, “If you get on your bed I could rub your lower back too.” Carefully Dio stood and was glad his bed was right to the left of his desk and he could flop onto it without exposing his problem to Jonathan. He felt his bed sink down and, was that the feeling of woolen socks on his sides? Was… Jojo seriously wasn’t straddling him, right? Dio gulped and reminded himself that Jonathan had no idea his effect on him. But he swore he was doing this on purpose as he felt weight lower on his upper legs, Jojo kneeling over Dio’s half naked body. Hands placed gently on his lower back, pushing with determination at the muscles. Dio looked back and cursed inwardly as he uncontrollably shivered when he realized Jonathan’s crotch was lying on Dio’s ass. He growled. How dare he. How dare he have an effect on him like this and not share it. Jonathan stopped in surprise and in a concerned voice said, “Are you all right, Dio?” An idea suddenly sprang into his mind so swiftly  he could nearly feel the end result on his lips. “I’m fine, just sore.” Dio murmured sweetly and relaxed his body fully, doing his best to appear docile. He heard Jonathan make a noise that resembled the tone someone would make then they said, “Oh, poor thing!” Dio grit his teeth and ignored the humiliation with a light blush on his face. He would make Jojo experience this humiliation. When those hands returned, they were extra soft, gliding softly over the milky skin. Dio didn’t even have to act as his plan sprung into actions as he shifted his hips up, into the ministrations, and directly against Jonathan’s crotch. A smirk began to form on Dio’s mouth as he held back sighs of relief as he repeated the action with a relaxed sigh with each movement. Dio let his body rest fully excepting his hips as he gently repeated the action. It wasn’t very subtle, but if it got the job done… Those hands kept rubbing gently, knuckles rolling. A small gasp came from behind him at that particular movement. Dio couldn’t contain the grin forming on his face, eyes flashing in delight. What he didn’t expect by any means, however, were those hands to move lower, to above his pants. Pulling gently, as if asking permission, Jonathan ran his fingers on the exposed skin he had offered to him and gently moved back. Dio barely had time to think before he realized what had just occurred, a moan already out of his mouth. Jojo’s hands were on his ass cheeks. His hands were shy, moving hesitantly but seeming spurred on by Dio’s enjoyment. This was going a bit too far, he decided and tried to gain the will power to pull away but was unable when those soft hands dug into the fabric, kneading. It felt far too good, it was far too intoxicating, and despite his holding himself back another soft moan escaped. “Dio.” His voice sounded so unsure of himself. “Is it okay?” He moved his hands to pull down Dio’s pants. His voice was cautious, as if he were performing a negotiation with a terrorist. Dio wanted to say no once more but instead found himself turning his and meeting Jonathan’s eyes. Dio nodded, unable to will those humiliating words out of his mouth, his face deep red from even acknowledging it. His dick throbbed when Jonathan pulled his pants down and pulled him up, hands rubbing smoothly and lovingly on his upper thighs, ass and entwined to the front. Dio could feel it and closed him eyes and groaned at the sudden arousal that shot through him. He could feel Jonathan’s erection on his ass, and he writhed when he felt it twitch at his groan. He wanted this. That was clear. Those hands gently ran down Dio’s stomach, slowly down exponentially the closer they got to his groin. Dio yelped and gripped the sheets underneath his fingers when he felt finally a hesitant fingertip brush against his tumescence. He hear Jonathan breathe out, as if he was relieved the man under him was as hard as he was. “Dio…” His voice was soft and there was something hidden in it. Dio nearly moaned again when he realized he was hearing desire behind those words. Desire for him. Dio felt Jojo pull his shoulder, urging him to turn around, so he did so and noticed Jonathan’s face. It was strangely dark, unlike him, and a determination in his eyes that mixed with a deep arousal. Dio could see Jojo’s bulge through his pants, and he swallowed from how large it looked. There was a question hanging in the air, between them, that neither knew the answer to. “How do we do this?” Having established mutual desire, neither were sure how to continue. Dio breathed in and wondered just what Jojo would do. He realized he’d need to reciprocate, but the idea of Jonathan’s lips on his manhood was making him lick his lips softly. It seemed Jojo noticed as he softly asked, “What do you want me to do?” Dio thought for a moment that he had cum right there. He ran the words through his head. While savoring the words still ringing in his ears his dry mouth opened and quietly he said, “Suck.” Jonathan didn’t seem to be able to hear him. Dio opened his eyes, noticed Jonathan was unbuttoning his own shirt now, and Dio let his eyes lay on that muscled neck openly and unembarrassed. Jonathan was looking at him with desire, so he too would look at Jonathan. He thought about his usual fantasy as it stroked through his psyche. “Suck me.” Dio repeated louder and he closed his eyes with that neck burned into his mind’s eye, imagining his hands wrapped around it. Gently, he would push and pull, he would nuzzle up against Jojo’s neck. Then he’d squeeze, unforgiving, he’d pushing him on the ground with all his force and crush his air pipe then and there. He’d feel him struggle in vain underneath him, he’s watch his tears stream down his face as he let out a silent scream clawing at Dio’s hands. Dio would see his fear. Dio would have his life in his hands. And he would crush it. He barely noticed when Jonathan had finished pulling off his shirt, much less when when he had approached Dio’s groin. Dio jumped as the feel of hot breath on his dick and looked down. Jonathan Joestar was going to suck his dick. Jonathan was looking up at him, his eyes asking for validation as his lips gently brushed on the head. Dio felt high with power, and could’ve cum just from the image alone. Dio nodded and smiled hoping that would be enough encouragement for the man looking insecure. Dio’s hands shot down and his hips leapt up as soon as that warmth was around his cockhead. Jonathan pulled back, surprised by the reaction, but found himself unable to retreat much with Dio’s hands pushing him down, curled up in his hair. Dio felt the air pressure shift as his tongue shyly rubbed against the underside of his cock and realized Jojo had gulped from nervousness. Jojo sucked gently at first and when Dio made an exquisite noise of appreciation, he increased the suction. Jonathan sucked, his cheeks hollowing, as he licked on Dio’s length and looked up at Dio’s face while doing it. It was delicious perverse and Dio wasn’t sure if he could handle much more of this. Balls tightening he pushed Jojo’s head down as his cock twitched and watched in preparation- Jonathan pulled away, or tried to but was held in place by Dio as he came inside of his mouth. Unable to do anything but swallow or choke Jonathan swallowed and pulled away gasping for air when Dio finally let him go. A bit of saliva had run down the side of Jojo’s mouth, mixing with Dio’s semen. Dio willed himself to never forget that image. Jonathan Joestar gasping for air with cum on his lips and eyes that looked strangely satisfied. “How did that feel?” Jonathan asked when he regained his breath and had wiped away the bodily fluids on his mouth. “Brilliant.” Dio admitted, seeing no reason to deny the pleasure he had just experienced from Jonathan being so deliciously docile. “Can you…” Jonathan seemed unable to finish the request on his own and looked away, embarrassed. Dio rose up and pulled Jojo on top of him fully and for a moment merely stared at his eyes before kissing him. It was gentle, nearly chaste at first, hesitant on both their parts. Pulling Jojo’s arm to the side he managed to climb on top of him when Jojo willingly let himself to be rearranged. Dio sat up on Jojo’s midsection and looked down at the man below him, enjoying the feeling of being physically above the object of his desire. He then dove in again, reveling in the feeling of their chests on one another, skin on skin, and kissed him more roughly. He rubbed his tongue on those soft lips which opened when they figured out what they wanted and shot in. His tongue rubbed Jojo’s, who’s tongue was shyly reaching forward. Hungrily he encircled the other’s tongue with his, as Jojo became more confident in the kiss and returned the ministrations. Dio groaned as he tried to separate the taste of his seed from the taste of Jonathan’s mouth, wanting to memorize it and recover the sacred knowledge at will. His hands slid onto Jonathan’s neck as he deepened the kiss, breathing out of his nose, as Jonathan tried to pull away for breath. He had no need to to tighten his hands as he found a just as satisfying way to deprive Jonathan of breath as he placed a hand behind Jojo’s head and pulled him into the kiss. He felt Jonathan’s breaths from his nose and yet he was still struggling, losing air slowly. When Jojo actively pushed on Dio’s chin he decided to pull back. Jonathan gasped in and out harshly. It seemed he had figuring out how to breathe while kissing… Dio carefully noted that and tried not to smile at the slightly panicked look in Jojo’s eyes. He briefly considered merely holding his nose while kissing but decided to leave that for his fantasies instead. “How was it,” Dio began with a soft lilt that clandestinely suggested virginal curiosity, “That was my first, Jojo.” Jojo seemed to blink, “Really?” They shared a gaze and Jonathan gulped and nodded, “Mine too.” Dio was overwhelmed with satisfaction. He had assumed Jonathan was innocent but not that innocent. Of course, it was Dio’s first as well, never having particularly cared to share saliva with just anyone. He leant down once more and Jojo opened his mouth cutely in preparation for another kiss but Dio pushed his chin gently to the side and lapped at his neck. He basked in the gasp that brush past his ear as it resonated from the neck he gently began to suckle, a hand reaching down to those pecs on display for Dio. Finding what he wanted, he rubbed around Jonathan’s left nipple, coercing it into standing as the man below him leant up into his touch with a soft breathy gasp. “You know, Jojo…” He mumbled into his neck, nearly nuzzling it. Dio ran his hands over those muscles lying out, asking him to touch them with his other hand while the other rolled the nipple slowly as he bit down and pulled gently, sucking. Jonathan moaned outright from a mixture of pain and pleasure. “I know another way to feel good too.” Dio’s eyes narrowed as he lapped at the red mark taking form on Jonathan’s neck, where he was quite certain he’d have difficulty covering. Dio mumbled softly next to his ear, “Want to try it?” Dio gently licked the shell of the ear as Jojo tried to answer, Jonathan’s words getting caught in his throat. “What was that?” Dio asked playfully, pulling away to look down at his face when he answered. Jonathan’s eyes were half lidded and he was breathing shallowly, but even still his eyes met Dio’s as he answered. “Yes.” The answer hung in between them, for Jojo in anticipation, and for Dio as he savored it. Pulling back, he removed himself entirely from Jonathan’s body, missing the contact but deciding what was to come would make it worth it. “Pants, off.” Dio watched with an unmistakable grin was the man below him did as he was told and return to his previous position. “Good boy,” Dio mumbled appreciatively as he ran his fingers over Jojo’s thighs. He took note of the size of his prick, large and thick, not unlike Jonathan himself. His hands travelled between his thighs and spread them apart, running them up and nudging Jonathan to pull his legs up to bend to expose himself more fully. He looked nervous and almost suspicious of Dio when Dio stretched his hand towards Jonathan and said, “Suck my fingers.” At the expression Dio smirked and added, “Just two. It’ll make it feel good more quickly.” Jonathan seemed to hesitate when those fingers reached his lips and pressed, asking for entrance. Swallowing, he opened his mouth and suckled on the fingers that pushed their way in. “Make them nice and wet for me, Jojo.” Dio instructed him while moving his fingers inside of his mouth, feeling the wet appendage inside shyly pull away before making full contact. Trying to comply with Dio’s instructions, he coated them as much as he could, suckling and licking. When Dio was satisfied with the amount of saliva he retracted his fingers and spread them apart in front of Jonathan’s face, watching the thin tendrils connecting the fingers slide down with gravity. “Perfect,” he admired the lubrication for a moment before going to back to his mission: Namely, Jonathan’s ass. Reaching down in between Jojo’s thighs he pushed his legs apart slightly more to bask in the view there. Not wanting Jonathan to lose patience however, he rubbed his saliva covered fingers in circles around the tight hole, noting how it twitched underneath his ministrations. “Are you sure about this… Dio?” Jonathan asked, sounding offput. Dio replied with a short chuckle. “Does it feel bad?” Jonathan shook his head. “Just wait.” Dio spoke with a tone as if he was chiding an impatient child, though he supposed in a way he was. Dipping a finger inside, Dio moved it slowly, wiggling around in search for something. Jonathan made a low noise when Dio brushed against something that was swelling inside of him. Dio experimentally pressed it again and smiled at Jojo’s moan in response. “See, I found it already.” Dio’s voice was low, permeated with desire as he watched Jonathan squirm as he rubbed that spot harder, bending his finger to hit deeper. Jonathan let out a loud moan, lips trembling as his hips jutted forwards beyond his control. Spurred on by just how cute Jojo looked right now, just how much he looked at Dio with desire, he slipped in the second finger and bent his fingers, stroking his prostate with his knuckles hard. Jonathan’s eyes widened as he yelped in a mix of pain and pleasure, “D-Dio!” Dio tilted his head and allowed a concerned tone into his voice. “You don’t like it?” Dio pumped into out of the writhing, groaning mess below him. Jonathan’s hands entwined in Dio’s sheets, pulling desperately for support as if he felt he would fall into ecstasy at any moment. Jojo shook his head as he let out a breathy gasp, struggling to not come undone beneath the blonde. “How does it feel?” Dio tilted his head and inquired in a tone that poorly masked the true intention of his question. His fingers teasingly swirled around his swelling insides as Jojo struggled to answer. Jojo looked nearly desperate as he opened his mouth to answer, hips moving involuntarily down onto the other man’s fingers, his grip tightening as he panted. “It feels— Aaaah!” He opened his eyes only to clench them shut at the pleasure when Dio increased the speed and pressure, a high pitched, needy noise rumble from his throat followed by a desperate breath escaping him. Lips red and trembling he moaned out. “It— it feels good— Dio!” Dio purred in satisfaction at the answer and rubbed teasingly once more, enjoying the way Jojo desperately writhed on his fingers without rhythm, completely beyond himself. Jonathan shaking reached a hand down, only for his wrist to be held at his side by Dio, who made a tsking noise. He was determined. He would make Jonathan Joestar cum from his fingers—and his fingers alone. Deciding he had tortured the young man below him enough (for today) he pumped hard, fingers bent, angling his hand. Jojo immediately jumped up at the increase of speed, eyes popping open as his gasp of surprise mixed with a loud moan of approval His other hand reached forward as he trembled, overwhelmed, bucking into the air, precum sliding down his cock head. His cock pulsed and he grabbed on the arm Dio was using to restain Jojo, nails digging in, Jojo curled up forwards. Dio pulled him up by the hair, Jojo’s bent knees up to his chest and Dio between his legs, and returned pumping his fingers as they met in a desperate and bestial kiss. Jojo opened his eyes, desperate and moaning, every fiber shaking. His hips shot forward, cock pulsating. Dio pulled Jojo’s back to look at his face as he kept slamming his fingers against Jonathan’s prostate, grinning at his face. Eyes rolled back, mouth open and panting so gorgeously, opening wider in a loud moan then clenching back together as a grumble erupted from his throat, Jonathan’s hands entwined and pulling on Dio’s hair as he came violently. Gasping he fell back onto the pillows below him and closed his eyes. Dio smirked above him with an amused look on his face, merely studying the contented look on his rival’s visage. Jonathan opened his eyes when he felt something wet on his stomach. Slowly opening his heavy eyelids, he saw Dio licking up his load, looking up at him. Jonathan grunted at the image. Dio slid up next to him easily, their bodies pressing together. “How did that feel?” He mocked Jojo’s question from earlier, a shit-eating grin on his face after having had the young man quite literally come undone in his hands. Dio thought absentmindedly he could quite easily to get addicted to this scent as he breathed in Jonathan’s musk from his hair. Jojo let himself catch his breath for a bit before smiling and looking at his adoptive brother. “Brilliant.” Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!