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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Major_Character
      Death
  Category:
      M/M
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      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:
      Dubious_Consent, Loss_of_Virginity, Instant-Infatuation, Pseudo-Incest,
      Urophagia, Kopophilia, Rimming, Multiple_Orgasms, Heat_Kink, Somnophilia,
      Hygrophilia, Masturbation
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      Published: 2016-03-26 Updated: 2016-06-09 Chapters: 15/? Words: 28488
****** The Unexpected Consequences ******
by Anonymous
Summary
     This is a collection of random, not-so plotful DioJona one-shots
     (mostly smut.) I do not advise reading chapters thinking they
     continue the story of the last (unless explicitly noted) - I can also
     safely say you might want to skip some chapters, as each has its own
     (usually questionable) kinks that not everyone favors.
Notes
     First chapter, I literally looked up 'things that can force one to
     become aroused' and the winners are 'the color red' and 'trauma.'
     Behold what I do to characters for my instant-infatuation kink
     Also: I decided to make Dio religious here - he is virgin
***** Vermillion *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
         Jonathan and his adoptive brother are playing football just in front
of the mansion, laughing as they please, tossing the football back and forth,
when Dio catches it next. He shouts and points quickly behind Jonathan, “Good
heavens, what is that?!”  Jonathan jumps at his words, quick to turn and look
to where the blond was pointing.
         “What, what?”
         And then, “Look out!” Is the only belated warning Jonathan hears, he
immediately turns to make eye contact with the other, only to see a flying
football speeding his way before it smacks him right in the face. He falls back
gracelessly, swearing he sees stars and hears a panicked, “Jojo!” before he
conks out.
         Although indeed it was Dio’s plan to throw the football at Jonathan’s
face for laughs, it was not, in the slightest, in his plans for the boy to
suffer a concussion - had he thrown too hard? He can only pray he did not
injure the poor boy permanently...
         When the Joestar boy wakes next, he is in his bed, and Dio is sitting
in a chair at his side, reading a book. But when he looks at what Dio is
wearing, he can feel his pupils dilate and his pulse spike. Dio is wearing a
red suit, his legs crossed one over the other; Jonathan finds his gaze trailing
over Dio’s body and grinding to a halt at his crotch.
         “Jojo, you’re awake.” It’s a quiet statement, rather than a question,
but he does not respond.
         “Jojo..? Is something the matter?” Dio crosses his legs the opposite
of what they were before, finding the other’s stare a little unnerving.
Jonathan’s crystal blue eyes are fixated though, watching the crimson fabric
fold and bunch. He swallows thickly before looking up at the blond’s eyes, and
for inexplicable reasons he finds himself exceedingly aroused. Seemingly
specifically by shades of red.
         “No, no -- forgive me for, uh… staring.” Jonathan clears his throat,
sitting up - and realizes he is naked, save for an unbuttoned nightshirt.
“Uh?!” He coughs, a hardly flattering, sputtering outburst. He looks to Dio,
who has an amused smirk slapped onto his features, awaiting his response.
         “You were bathed, but when the maids tried to dress you, you swatted
their hands away, refusing to cooperate. They gave up, eventually.”
         “Oh.” Jonathan peeps, frowning to himself. “I don’t remember a thing.”
         Dio stands then, closing his book, “Perhaps you will, given you attain
a proper rest. I suggest you sleep for now, brother - I am willing to answer
any questions you might have at a later time.”
         “Right.”
       And Dio leaves.
         Not a second after the boy has past Jonathan’s bedroom door on his way
to his own bedroom, said door flies back open. The blond’s hand is snatched,
and he is pulled inside, his book clattering to the floor. He only gets to
gasp, “What the-” before he’s thrown to his brother’s bed and the door is shut
once more, clicking with the lock slid into place.
         “Dio,” Jonathan rasps, shivering, still clad in only a thin sleep
shirt, he clutches a blanket to his chest and pulls it around his shoulders.
His eyes nearly close, dizzy before he speaks up, tone slow, “I need you, this
moment, please.” He steps closer to the bed Dio leans against, one leg leaving
the veil of the blanket, revealing a very nude (and muscular) thigh and hip.
         Now it is Dio’s turn to stare and swallow thickly, oddly drawn to the
sun-kissed, exposed flesh of his younger brother - so unspeakably sinful. Honey
colored eyes lock with crystal blue ones as he gradually rises from the bed.
“And what would you have of me?” He asks, voice trembling, barely above a
whisper. Dio is utterly baffled by what Jonathan decides to respond with - he
lets the blanket slowly slip from his shoulders and crumple in a heap on the
floor. His shirt is bundled at his elbows, pulled higher up his torso by his
standing position, drawing the blond’s gaze downward to Jonathan’s prominent
erection.
         “Oh.” He clears his throat, which has gone dry, and he sits back into
the bed, his cheeks dusted a faint red.
         “Ohh,” Jonathan mimics, but in a much more seductive tone, “I find
that color suits you very well...” Another few steps puts his left knee between
Dio’s legs, pressed snugly against the man’s crotch; Jonathan lowers himself to
kneel before his brother. “Please be mine tonight,” he begs helplessly in a
soft voice, stroking his hands up and down Dio’s thighs, caressing his hips. He
pauses to kiss at Dio’s clothed chest. “I find I just can’t resist you, and it
hurts.” He lets out with a soft whine.
         “It hurts?” Dio finally forces out, his voice caught in his throat,
coming out an octave higher than usual.
          “Yes, it hurts.”  Jonathan moans, burying his face into the red
fabric of the other’s coat. He inhales deeply and it smells phenomenal.
          Dio makes a curious noise, considering the boy’s request. Though he
doesn’t want to think too long on it, as the erection growing in his pants begs
him to just say yes. To just let Jonathan ravish him already, but the more
cognitive part of him is screaming at him, “Are you out of your bloody mind?
What in blue hell do you think you’re doing?!”
         That thought is stopped abruptly in its tracks, a sudden wave of bliss
overcoming him when Jonathan begins nuzzling his crotch. His mouth is open,
amaranth pink lips parted, and panting with hot, humid breath. “Yes…” Dio finds
himself murmuring, “Yes, I will be yours tonight. All you would like, I am
entirely yours - I only wish for you to act on these desires already.”
         Jonathan responds by gleefully unbuckling Dio’s belt and unzipping his
trousers, pulling down the offending garment, and underlying garments, enough
for Dio’s hardened length to spring forth and bounce against his abdomen. The
blushing tip of his brother’s prick has Jonathan licking his lips, already
aching to suck at it, and closing his eyes, whispering a quick, “I didn’t know
you were circumcised," he takes it into his mouth.
          Dio sighs immediately at the contact, breath coming quicker as he
grips at the bedsheets - of course he was a virgin, never once having touched
himself before; the feeling was indescribable, and sends him reeling.
         He whines out another moan when Jonathan tongues the slit at the tip
of his cock, collecting the precum there and licking flat over the area again.
“God, Jojo, don’t stop..!” Dio sighs, coming completely undone. He can’t
control the impulse to grip at something else, anything, and his hands move to
tangle in the soft locks of Jonathan’s hair. He can’t resist tugging before his
long, expertly filed nails scrape against and into Jonathan’s scalp. The boy
below him whimpers, but doesn’t stop. He continues inexpertly taking Dio’s cock
into his mouth, letting it slide down his throat, still so eager to please. His
eyes stay barely open, lidded, watching the fabric of his brother’s pants
smooth under his thumb as he rubs at his hips.
         When he sucks the head again, Dio cums hard, hips stuttering forward,
seeking more of that addictive mouth. Jonathan swallows his seed before sitting
back and licking his lips, wiping his mouth with his fingers before using his
sleeve to wipe the remnants away. They both pant for a moment before Dio breaks
the silence, voice softer, more blissed out, than Jonathan’s heard before.
         “That was… a first for me.” He admits, his honey colored eyes avoiding
contact.
         “Truly?” Jonathan whispers, voice just audible in the sudden heavy
silence of the room.
         Dio nods, before remembering his nudity, and hurries to cover his
crotch, his face burning a deeper shade of red. “Stop staring already, you
dolt.” He snaps.
         Jonathan smiles, before wrapping his arms around the blond’s waist,
lifting him a bit and settling him further back on the bed. He moves the
other’s hands before he sits on top of Dio’s cock, sliding it between his
asscheeks. “No, we aren’t done quite yet, brother…” Jonathan teases, working
the other back into full hardness with his grinding.
         “Jonathan-- Jojo,” Dio lets out, panting breathlessly, “What are you
planning?”
         “I don’t know, myself, but I do know… that I want more.”
         “More of what?” Dio keens, moaning when the other starts pressing his
own erection to his.
         “You.” Jonathan says simply, leaning down; he places soft, open-
mouthed kisses at the blond’s neck, sucking blemishes onto the alabaster skin.
When Jonathan notices the reddened marks he has caused, his hips jerk forward
in sudden orgasm, semen splattering over the chest of Dio’s dress shirt. The
sensation makes Dio cry out in orgasm again, cum drizzling out lazily onto his
dress shirt, joining Jonathan’s. Yet still, the young Joestar is not satisfied.
         He leans back, coats his fingers in their come, and brings the filth
coated fingers to his twitching entrance, using them to finger himself.
         Dio’s eyes widen in disbelief, the thought of the boy doing such a
lecherous thing in front of him, for him..! “My God, Jojo!” Is all he can yelp
out in revelation, he turns away, ears burning.
         “Yes,”  Is all the boy can respond with, a begging moan, bordering on
a wail, while shoving two fingers deeper inside himself and stretching. He
leans forward again and rests a hand near Dio’s neck, with the other, cum-
coated hand, he takes hold of Dio’s renewed erection and starts caressing it,
lubricating it.
         “When I said… I am entirely yours… this really isn’t what I had in
mind, Jojo!” Dio rasps, voice roughened by all the shameless sounds he’s made.
         “What had you in mind, then?” Jonathan’s lips quirk into a smirk as he
lifts himself onto the other’s cock, mewling when Dio finally enters him,
slipping easily inside.
         “Just… a single round!” The blond’s hands rise to clutch at his
brother’s arms, and Jonathan keens when he sees red under Dio’s nails. Blood
from when he had scratched at Jonathan’s scalp. Jonathan bites his lip with
pleasure and begins grinding down on Dio’s cock, making the other sigh and
twitch, grip tightening and verging on bruising. Jonathan lifts himself, and
starts riding Dio faster, pressing down harder, and shuddering. The room’s
building heat makes them both pant, their breathing labored in the humidity.
Finally, Dio weakly starts thrusting upwards, making embarrassing little noises
- kinds he didn’t even know he was capable of, and he digs his nails into
Jonathan’s flesh. Jonathan cries out, still insatiably racing towards climax
again. He continues riding, bouncing up and down, watching the streams of his
own crimson blood flow in thin lines down his arms.
         They both cum again; Dio for only the third time in his life, inside
of Jonathan. Jonathan’s seed again spills onto the ruined fabric of Dio’s dress
shirt, before he collapses on top of the other - out of breath and feeling far
too hot in his own skin. Through his clothing, he can hear Dio’s heartbeat,
which thrums quickly and steadily. He kisses at the blond’s chest again, as he
had a time ago, before he reaches Dio’s neck and retraces the blemishes he’d
left there with wet, parted lips. Dio hums, pulling out and letting Jonathan
press soft kisses to his lips.
         Their post coital bliss is interrupted with a gentle knock at the
door, and a maid’s voice calling out delicately, “Sir Joestar? Are you awake?”
         “Oh- yes, just a moment!” Jonathan calls, hastily rolling off of his
brother. He looks to him, realization at what he’s done plain on his face.
“Uhm- this--”
         “This never happened.” Dio says, smiling weakly at him. Jonathan nods
- this never happened.
Chapter End Notes
     Thank you RJ for this_illustration_♡
***** Physical Education (: *****
Chapter Summary
     Jonathan and Dio are running laps when Jonathan notices that Dio is
     lagging far, far behind.
Chapter Notes
     Here's something a little short I wrote to really elaborate on
     Kopophilia: arousal from fatigue (physical exertion, in this case.)
         “Come on, Dio, you can make it! You’re almost through - three laps to
go, go, go!” Jonathan cheers in his usual, emphatic way, voice rough as he
claps, having just finished his own running he catches his breath. He stands in
the shade beside the mansion, he had finished quicker than Dio, by a very
surprising margin - an entire three laps. He would have congratulated himself
on such a rare achievement, if only Dio didn’t appear to be completely worn
out. Little does he know, Dio is lagging so far behind - because he is
extremely  turned on. The older boy can hardly focus his heavy steps and
restrain himself from tripping on his own feet, his sight is almost tunneling -
and his legs are wobbling with the sheer ecstasy he feels with each step. He
can just barely keep his pants for breath from turning into moans as he trudges
on, eyes wanting to roll with each strain of his leg muscles. Though when he
passes Jonathan, he forces himself to speed up, as to avoid the other from
spotting his already peaked erection - the action only serves to arouse him
further.
         Next he comes around, the pleasure that had been building steadily, as
though he were already jerking off, is just too much, and he falls flat on his
face in front of his brother, his hair falling in front of him like a curtain
as he releases a short, “Oof.”, the wind knocked out of him. His breathless
gasps evolve into whimpers then, as he clutches at the grass helplessly, raises
a thigh, and begins humping against the ground. Jonathan’s face twists from
amusement, to concern, to exceeding perplexion, his cheeks heating at the
sudden wave of second-hand embarrassment he feels.
         “What are you doing?”  He asks in only an obliviousness he would
possess, taking a step forward, but he doesn’t really know how to respond to
this sudden- Dio moans then, long and trembling,
         “Don’t… don’t look!” He rasps, lifting himself a bit, and to the
younger’s surprise, he sees tears fall to the ground. Dio leans up on a hand to
lift himself enough for him to shove his hand down his shorts and
undergarments, so he can take hold of his arousal. Jonathan’s heartbeat
skyrockets as he watches Dio begin masturbating, right there, in front of him.
         “Dio,” He tries, kneeling, “Are you- is this causing you a problem?”
He asks in genuine concern,
         The heated blond only responds with a throaty growl, thrusting into
his hand in a daze, before he grounds out a reply, only to repeat himself,
“Don’t… look!” His quivering limbs decide to give out on him, just then, and he
falls back on his face, breathing heavily and whining. His hands return to
clutch at the grass in front of him in frustration - but the use of his muscles
only sends a wave of severe pleasure through him. A moment passes, and while
Jonathan observes the very bizarre behavior, he resolves to a questionable
conclusion.
         “Let me help you.” He offers, in all honesty, and he sits close,
putting a hand to Dio’s shoulder, which radiates heat. His brother only groans,
but turns to the shade with one roll anyway, like a submissive dog he lays on
his back. Dio at once makes eye contact, gaze sharp and piercing, and Jonathan
has to look away - like a submissive dog, himself. His eyes fall to Dio’s
heaving, toned abdomen, up to his chest, which rises and falls with even, deep
breaths. His white and green striped shirt had ridden up enough to expose most
of his alabaster, sleek chest. Jonathan’s staring smooths down the boy’s chest
until he spots a trail of thin, straight blond hair leading down into the
other’s bottom clothing, and he sees a spot of wetness on the crotch of his
shorts. He looks to Dio then, who looks ready to pass the fuck out - lips
parted, Dio speaks.
         “If you so desire.” He whispers, a drop of sweat joining with another
and rolling from his jaw down the side of his neck, and Jonathan watches his
brother swallow. Oddly enough, he is not adverse or even disgusted by the
display, and he reaches forth, outlining Dio’s hardened prick with his fingers.
The fabric is damp and warm to the touch, probably from both sweat and precum.
He rubs his palm into the erect flesh and he watches as the blond bites back a
moan unsuccessfully. Dio sits up a bit, to watch the other’s actions, wary, his
elbows shaking lightly. His shaded, vibrant eyes look to Jonathan’s crystal
blue ones then, gaze lidded, and something in Jonathan’s chest pounds against
him. He can’t tell if it’s emotion or just his heart, but he strokes his
brother quicker, finding himself with the desire to memorize his moans.
         “Jojo…” Dio breathes and keens, and just as his hips begin to lurch
forward with his orgasm, his arms fail him and he falls back into the cool
grass, eyes fluttering shut and breath calming. He had fallen unconscious.
Jonathan, being the good boy he is, takes his own shirt off, rests it over the
blond’s crotch, and picks him up in his arms to bring him inside and bathe him.
***** You Shall Suffer as I Have Suffered *****
Chapter Summary
     (Once more, the title comes in to play) In which Dio unintentionally,
     temporarily murders Jonathan in an attempt to release his bottled up
     rage toward his deceased father - and gets a reality check of his
     life when Jonathan comes back alive. Let this be the universe in
     which Dio realizes his wrong doings, and fixes himself.
Chapter Notes
     Do you enjoy the stuff in the world that is majorly frowned upon? Do
     you like reading about knife threatening, asphyxiation, inflicting
     wounds and accidentally killing someone only for them to come back to
     life?? Well then, this chapter is your cup of tea! If not, you might
     need some more sugar, and should hold off to read the next chapter I
     have planned and skip this one (though maybe even then you may have
     to just suffice with the next next chapter, or what have you.)
     *Highly unrealistic stuff featured here. Also totally OOC Dio but
     that's a given - really don't suggest testing out what Dio does
See the end of the chapter for more notes
         They were in the library together, studying, when the suggestion had
been placed before the young Joestar -
         “Jojo,” Dio had started as he stepped up to him, baritone voice soft
as it always was when he wanted something from the boy, “Let’s box.”
         Jonathan perked up at the words, looking from the text of the book
before him to his older brother, “This moment?” He asked, closing the book
softly.
         “Yes - and why not? We’ve certainly the time to spare, and we haven’t
sparred in quite a time. Shall we?” The blond offered a hand to the other, and
Jonathan took it, nodding easily.
         “All right. At once, then.”
-
         In the ring; up the field and in position, before the fight began, Dio
abruptly relayed a wager. “Say, Jojo, just boxing wouldn’t be that fun - or
rather, rewarding, wouldn’t you agree? How about this - if you win, I will
allow you to beat me however you please… and I will agree with whatever story
you decide to tell Father, should you break anything of mine. Though, should I,
Dio, win, you will allow me to do whatever I please to you. Does this sound
like a fair deal to you? Of course, this means I would be telling Father any
fabrication that comes to mind, lest I render you incapable of speaking - and
you would have to readily agree to my story.”
         As he should have in any case relating to Dio and offers, Jonathan was
quick to decline, “I don’t know about that… I wouldn’t want to hurt you, Dio.”
He said dismissively, unaware of just how cocky he sounded, as though he knew
without a doubt that he would win the match had he agreed. This angered the
blond, but he kept his cool, already having planned words to entice the other.
         “Come now, don’t be so fickle. I know that deep inside, you are
itching to give me a proper thrashing for kissing your precious Erina - aren’t
you, Jonathan?” He supplied, a smirk curling his lips as his eyes met
challenging ones, he watched Jonathan’s brows arch. “Fight me, and let the deal
commence - really, what is there to lose?”
         Unbeknownst to Dio, Jonathan only accepted in the end - because he
held a peculiar fondness for the older boy, as unbelievable as it was to wrap
his mind around. And because he was weak for him, and not in any way less
stronger, he let Dio win - curious as to what Dio had in mind to do to him, as
he had not specified that he would necessarily beat him. Deep in his mind, a
part of him refused to believe that he was excited. Would Dio give him a
beating - or do something else to him..? That thought had him insanely curious,
despite having just taken a punch to the face, declaring Dio’s victory.
         His brother helped him up with a firm grip on his hand, before
informing him of where the repercussion would take place - the wine cellar, the
following evening. “Inform no one. I would keep this between just you and I,
and no one else - do you understand?”
         Jonathan nodded, wiping the spittle from his lips. What had Dio in
mind, in the wine cellar of all places?
-
         When Dio decided to lead his brother into the dimly lit cellar, and by
the handno less, Jonathan could only blush, heartbeat erratic as he fumbled to
follow the other’s steps with just as much poise. When they took the last step,
Jonathan spoke, voice higher than usual, and he could not keep the stutter from
his words, nervous,
         “So… what were you uh… p-planning?”
         His face heated further when Dio responded with a simple, “Give me
your hands.” His voice in a tone unreadable.
         “O-Oh? All right..? Here…” Bashful, Jonathan raised both, slightly
trembling, hands and laid them before the other, submissive, he faced away to
hide his pink cheeks. His mind was reeling with the possibilities - had Dio
reciprocated his feeling all along, he wondered?
         He let the older boy bind his wrists together with a thick rope,
utterly distracted by the touch of the other’s hands among his own, that he was
completely taken aback when he fell to the floor - Dio had kicked at his
ankles. His temple slammed against the concrete, which was enough to make his
vision tunnel for a second before confusion set in, “What are you--” But then
the blond swiftly yanked his breeches down, along with his undergarments, and
Jonathan felt both excitement and anxiety. After all, this was, in a way, going
how he had hoped - Dio now crouched beside him, spreading Jonathan’s legs
apart. He grabbed his balls and the boy under him whimpered - ready to erect a
hard-on, until he felt something solid and unnaturally coldpress against his
thigh. He looked down hastily, and a knife, a knife! - glimmered back at him in
the candlelight. He gasped sharply in shock,
         “You like these, Jojo?” Dio lilted in a sweet voice, fondling the
boy’s testes, before he suddenly took on a much more darker, deeper tone, “Well
I’m going to take them, you filthy fuck, and don’t you dare make a sound. If
you do, I can promise you - you will be screaming for a hell of a lot more than
just this.” The knife slid against Jonathan’s now quivering thigh, up the
inner, sensitive skin, before sinking into the soft flesh - just barely.
Jonathan whimpered, his hands that were tied behind his back fidgeting
violently. Tears built in his eyes and spilt, the foreign feeling of something
sliding inside him and tearing his skin - it was unbearable, watching his
crimson blood leak out and splash onto the floor.
         “Please, Dio, I beg of you, don’t- don’t--!” He cried out in the most
quiet voice he could, afraid the other would do worse if he were too loud. To
his relief, the blond’s hand ceased its movement, before pulling away.
         “I jest, dear boy - I wouldn’t do such a thing.” The blond stood with
a laugh, before tossing the bloodied knife at the wall and sitting on
Jonathan’s hips. Jonathan was then once more taken aback when hands wrapped
around his throat and squeezed. His brow furrowed, eyes wide, and his arms
flailed all the more violently under him to pull the other’s hands away. But he
couldn’t, for the bond was far too secure - Dio's grip tightened and Jonathan
grit his teeth, making a choked gasp escape him. Thumbs pressed into his larynx
before Dio spoke up, “Do you like it, Jojo? Do you? I know you’ve hidden a
liking to me for a time - is this what you imagined?” He slammed the boy’s head
against the concrete, and watched crystal blue eyes focus and unfocus, plump,
rose red lips parting but releasing no words. He only stopped when Jonathan’s
eyes fluttered close and he fell limp in his grasp. Jonathan had passed out.
         Dio seethed with anger. He glanced to his side, grabbed a wine bottle
from its place, and smacked Jonathan across the face with it. Much to the
blond’s displeasure, it did not shatter, but it did wake the other up. Jonathan
at once started coughing, trying to turn away, but Dio wouldn’t let him. “I’m
not done with you, Jojo!” He roared with a sick grin, and he smashed the bottom
of the glass bottle next to Jonathan’s face. Shards flew and penetrated the
boy’s flawless skin, and Dio wasted no time in pressing the shards in further,
pricking his own fingers in the process. “'Hurts, doesn’t it?”
         Jonathan’s face scrunched up in pain, his flowing, salty tears
stinging his own wounds. He nodded desperately, holding his tongue - he just
wanted Dio to stop. Dio stood then, letting the bottle clatter to the ground.
“It does. Do you know what elsehurts?” And before the younger could respond,
Dio dealt him a sharp kick to the stomach. “This!” Another kick, much harder
this time, and Jonathan puked, his throat burning and the taste of it forcing
him to puke again. “That’s right, it forces everything to come up, no matter
how little you’ve consumed.” He kicked again, in the groin this time, and
retracted his foot soon after, reveling in Jonathan’s breathless gasps for air.
“No matter how much it hurts, he won't stop...”
         He leaned down then, only to hook his arms under Jonathan’s to drag
him away from the bloody, disgusting mess, he leaned him against a wall. He
kneeled, looking Jonathan in the eye. “Are you enjoying this? Answer me
honestly.” His hand caresses the boy’s blood and tear streaked cheek fondly,
but as he had received no response, only trembling lips spotted with blood, he
slapped him. Jonathan’s inner cheek collided with his canine and the skin tore,
making him spit out blood with a whine. It splattered in a thin spray onto the
concrete below. Finally, he spoke, voice hoarse and crimson oozing from his
lips,
         “Please, no more…”
         Dio nodded. “That’s what I said.” He muttered, before throwing a heavy
punch to the younger’s chest. His fiery eyes fixated on Jonathan’s as he
watched them grow wide, the other inhaling sharply… before going limp. Dio
blinked -- he slapped Jonathan’s cheek quickly, looking deeply into unmoving,
open eyes… no response.
         “...Jonathan?” He called, suddenly worried, his voice exceedingly
soft. “Jonathan?” He asked again, shaking the boy’s shoulders. In response,
Jonathan slumped to the side, shard-ridden face falling into the small pool of
his own cold blood on the floor.
         “JoJo!” Dio cried, fumbling to untie the boy’s bindings. He lifted the
bruised wrists and pressed a ring and middle finger to one - no pulse. He held
a hand under Jonathan’s nose - no breath. “Oh, shit… shit,” Dio could not stop
himself from shaking as he sat the lifeless boy upright once more, his eyes
darting around the room before his gaze landed on the other’s chest. He then
quickly figured, in his reeling mind, that perhaps if his force could stop a
heart, it could start one as well. He did not waste even a second before
punching Jonathan in the chest again, with all the strength he could muster in
his frenzied state.
         Dio practically cried out in relief when Jonathan’s eyes flew open and
he gasped, wincing with his gaze unfocused. Dio actually didcry when shiny,
crystal blue eyes fell on his in incredulity, his own eyes brimmed with tears.
“Jonathan..-” Dio started in a cracked voice, his furrowed brow relaxing, “Oh,
Jonathan, I thought I lost you!” He threw his arms around the boy and held him
close, as his shoulders convulsed with sobs. He had murdered him. The shock of
his actions, what could have been, what could have ensued - Dio found himself
incredibly unnerved and horrified, “I’m sorry, oh, God, please forgive me,
brother… please, please forgive me..!”
         When Jonathan embraced him back, Dio couldn’t help but wonder if this
was what his father thought as well, after beating him senseless and throwing
bottles at him. But he immediately shoved the thought away, refusing to
consider it any longer. The man didn't deserve his pity, not even an ounce.
Jonathan began to cry too, confused - he didn’t remember a thing… had Dio saved
him? Had he been he kidnapped? No - this was the wine cellar, Father’s wine
cellar to be exact. Perhaps he’d fallen..? Regardless, Dio was there to save
him, and was there to hold him as he cried.
         “I have learned something, and I am so terribly, terribly sorry…” A
litany of sincere apologies escaped Dio’s lips like a prayer, he held the other
close.
-
         A week later, when the memories of what had transpired seven nights
ago had foggily returned to Jonathan, the boy only found himself with an
inexplicable need to feel… it again. Whatever it was that flooded through him
when he came rushing back to life, gasping for air - a thrill had pumped
through his veins, and he sought to feel it once more. And so he found himself
standing just outside of his brother’s room, a hand raised to knock - though
the avoidance of the other had him hesitating. He entered without a knock
instead.
         Dio was inside, lacing up his boots, when he had looked up to see who
had dared to enter his room, unbidden. Jonathan stifled a giggle as he watched
the other jump, minutely, when he realized it was just his brother. The blond
sat up from his spot at the edge of his bed, crossing his arms.
         “Pray tell, what bids you enter my chamber with not a single knock,
brother?” He asked, looking none too charmed by the boy’s actions. But before
Jonathan could conjure the right sentence for his desires, Dio spoke once more,
         “You know, Jojo, we both did some… strange things, last we spent time
together, and I think it would be in our best interest if we just left it
behind us. I am willing to forget about it, if you are.”
         “Well, actually…” Jonathan finally closed the door behind him, before
taking a few steps forward, he clutched at his hands in a meek manner, “I was
wondering if you could do that… again. What you did a week ago. It was amazing…
and I would really enjoy experiencing it again.”
         Dio, bless his soul, was absolutely horrified with the idea. Is this
boy insane?  Had he any clue just how much emotion he stirred within the other
that night? That he had utterly shattered Dio’s view of things? Dio even began
considering religion because of what had happened. (Of course, he didn't,
though. Religion wasn't worth his time, and, generally, was a bunch of
bologna.) He shook his head when Jonathan began begging; refusing to bring him
to death and life anew. He never wanted to see Jonathan die before his eyes
ever again -
         “Dio, I beg of you, please - I, I’ll do anything you wish, just do it
again.”
         Finally, the blond relented, bringing a hand to his chin in a
thoughtful gesture, “Anything?” He mused, looking to Jonathan to confirm.
Jonathan nodded eagerly,
         “Yes, whatever you have in mind, if it is possible, I will do it.”
         “...Deal. When all is done, I shall tell you what I wish, and you will
obey. Is that understood?”
         “Yes, yes! Oh, thank you, Dio!”
         And Dio found himself reveling in the strong hug he then received,
smiling faintly at the excited pulse of the other's heart that he felt against
his chest.
-
         Soon enough, they stood by the river, Dio having donned an uneasy
face, while Jonathan wore an emphatic one. Dio realized, in that moment, that
in his actions all those nights ago - the consequence was this: he had
completely, and utterly, lost his desire to be sadistic. How? He still could
not figure that out - but with that, it awoke a sudden masochistic side in
Jonathan. Or was it necrophilic? He shook his head, turning to Jonathan.
“Jonathan… though I know your answer, I ask once more; are you sure you want to
do this? There is always the chance… of not coming back.”
         “Just do it, already.” Jonathan sat, his back facing the water,
stubborn. “I’m ready.”
         Dio kneeled next to him, having to put one foot into the river for
leverage, lest he fall. “All right…” He sighed, binding the boy’s wrists before
pinching Jonathan’s nose shut and clamping a hand over his mouth. “Whatever you
do, do not inhale.” He advised. The younger nodded - and Dio shoved him
under the water. It drenched the boy’s shirt and even his own rolled up
sleeves, but he did not relent. He wanted to look away, but he found he could
not, instead he watched Jonathan’s peaceful expression, the water moving his
dark hair about in a rather beautiful, wispy way for what seemed an eternity.
His heartbeat spiked when Jonathan began to struggle, eyelids squeezing shut
all the more tighter, before after an intense moment, he fell limp. He pulled
him out of the water then, mud dripping from his forearms from the bank, and he
rest him in his lap, untying his bonds.
         His slacks were soon sodden, and he punched Jonathan in the chest. A
moment passed… and there was no response. Quick to overreact, Dio already felt
panic cloud his thoughts, and he punched again, harder - after all, if he had
killed Jonathan, how could he ever explain to Sir Joestar? Jonathan’s head fell
to the side, lifeless. Only a minute later, after punching vigorously at the
boy’s heart, did Jonathan finally awake, gasping and wincing.
         “That… hurts!” He groaned with tears quick to form in his eyes, wiping
at said eyes as though he’d just woken from an afternoon nap. Dio readily
smacked him across the face with no remorse.
         “How dare you!” He cried, before embracing the other in a choking
hold. “You will not ask of me to do this again. Ever. That is my wish.”
Jonathan grasped at the back of Dio's shirt, holding him just as tightly,
         “I understand. I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to scare you…” He whispered,
his wet-yet hair dripping onto Dio’s shirt and hair. Jonathan was first to pull
away, looking into Dio’s eyes, which were astoundingly full of worry. “Do you
truly care for me so profoundly, Dio? I’ve never seen you like this.” He held
the boy’s cheek in a shivering hand, and was surprised when the blond nuzzled
it and kissed at his fingertips.
         “I do… you frightened me. Any day at any moment, you could die, and I
would so loathe myself -- had it been here and now, in my arms and by my hand.”
         “But… I love being brought back to life, and seeing you there, holding
me as my body aches… it does things to my heart,” Jonathan clutched at Dio’s
collared shirt then, pulling him closer, “Something more than stopping it.”
Before he could connect their lips, Dio did it before him, refusing to let his
embrace weaken as they kissed.
         “Your lips are so warm,” Jonathan whispered once they broke apart, his
eyes fixated on said pink lips before looking up into honey-colored eyes. “I
love you, brother.” He pet at the other’s golden locks.
         “As I love you.”
Chapter End Notes
     *Reference to Diablo III in chapter title
***** Goodbye Horses *****
Chapter Summary
     Dio and Jonathan get lost in a storm and find shelter in a cave - and
     find something unexpected within.
Chapter Notes
     In this chapter: Somnophilia, dubious consent, multiple orgasms,
     dirty talking & my weird heat kink with water.
     +More virgin Dio, but he is knowledgeable, not without some
     experience
     Also immature Jonathan why not
     *2 references to Silence of the Lambs here
See the end of the chapter for more notes
         “Please?” Jonathan drawls, clasping his hands together and pouting his
lower lip just enough. He bats his dark eyelashes, “Please, please, please,
ple--”
         “Fine!” Dio flings his arms into the air briefly in admission of his
defeat, “You’re such a child, Jojo. I will amuse you just this once.”
         Jonathan jumps a bit then, a grin plastered onto his face brightly as
a large wind passes by, “Really? Great! All right, me first though! Whoever
races to the tree first wins -- wins… hmm, what shall be the prize?”
         “Jonathan, do we truly need to worry about prizes at this age? Let’s
get on with it already.” A bolt of lightning flashes in the air then, thunder
rumbling in the distance - Dio looks up to the greying sky, then turns his back
toward the other, readying his arms, “Before it rains, if you would be so
kind.”
         “Yes, yes!” Jonathan chimes, before hopping onto his brother’s back,
wrapping his arms around his neck and his legs around his waist, “Onward, my
steed!” Jonathan points ahead, and Dio grimaces (and refrains from cringing) at
the childishness of it all, but he charges forth all the same, ignoring the
steadily falling drizzle of rain that wets his skin and Jonathan’s alike - but
when it begins to pour, he finds himself staggering to not fall as he runs. It
is then, seconds later, that he slips on a patch of drenched grass and they
tumble down the hill together, both gasping in surprise, smacking into a
particular tree. Dio makes a futile attempt to grab at it, fails, and he
quickly rolls into the river with Jonathan with a loud smack, aided by the
harsh wind.
         Water splashes everywhere, and Dio hastily latches on to Jonathan,
none too confident in his swimming skills. Jonathan would proudly lift the both
of them out -- if only the river were not rushing, the rain making it violent
in it’s run, and it incessantly pushed at the both of them, forcing them
downstream. “Jonathan! Don’t let go of me-!”
         “Hold on to me, I’ll try to get us out!” Jonathan says as he’s
blatantly being pushed further and further down the river. “Just hold on!”
         - Is the last thing he says before they are picked up by the water and
carried further in little circles, down, down the river.
         After a few minutes of traveling and flailing, Jonathan finally grabs
onto a rock that isn’t slick with moss, Dio still clinging desperately to him
like a lifeline. “All right, I think I can get us out,”
         “Stop talking and do something already, you dolt!” Dio spits
vehemently, refusing to stutter his words, the icy cold water making his skin
prickle and his lips tremble.
         “A-All right, just a moment now,” Jonathan has to holler to speak
above the stream and the rain’s roar, and after minutes of grueling effort, he
successfully pulls himself and Dio out of the water, plopping onto the grass
and mud; the storm still pouring down heavily. The clouds above are a dark
grey, and with hardly any light, he immediately sets to find shelter, standing
and helping Dio up. “Come, Dio, we’ll not make it home in time - let us seek
out of this downfall for a shelter of some sort.”
         “Are you mad?”  Dio hisses through clattering teeth, shivering, he
holds onto his arms, “I-I refuse to stay a night in these-- these horrendous
conditions!”
         “But we have no other options! Look at the sky, it’s nearing dusk, and
we’ve no clue as to where we are. It is safest to linger.”
         “...I suppose.” Dio finally sighs, trudging grimly after Jonathan, who
enters into the thick forest. Soon enough they find a slim entrance to a cave,
and slide in - though it is dark, they can tell that it’s definitely large
inside - and oddly warm, humid. “Jonathan,” Dio calls, reaching out blindly,
and he ends up brushing a hand against the other’s lips. “Oh-”
         Jonathan laughs and takes his hand in his, “Fret not Dio, I’m right
here.”
         Dio hears a nervous laugh then, his own, and suddenly he finds himself
very grateful that it is pitch dark, because he is certain that his face is
red. He lets the other guide him, walking slowly, “Let’s find a wall, b-”
         They both yelp when they fall into a shallow crater of water. But not
just any water - it’s hot! “A hot spring!” Jonathan gasps, thoroughly excited,
“Dio, we’ve stumbled upon a hot spring! This is marvelous!”
         “Uhh,” Dio hesitates, trying his damnedest to refrain from freaking
out, “Does anything... live in a hot spring?” He tries abruptly to pull his
hand away from the other’s, but Jonathan’s grip is that of a vice, and it pops
(not so unpleasantly) in result.
         “No, nothing lives here!” Jonathan laughs heartily, “Well, I’m not
sure - but I wouldn’t think so. Now take off your clothes and enjoy this
natural phenomenon with me!” He offers instead, already unbuttoning his shirt.
Before Dio knows it, he is undressing as well, the hot water stirring something
inside him as it brushes against his cold, aching limbs. When they’re both
naked, sitting together with their sodden garments thrown to the side, Dio soon
comes to realize just what the water is making him feel, bounds of steam
wetting his face. He feels turned on. Water smooths over his thighs and groin
in warm, relaxing waves, and he sighs pleasantly. Jonathan either thinks it
innocent or just decides to make no comment -
         But when Dio sighs again, and Jonathan is eerily quiet, the blond
grows anxious. Was he being awkward? Of course he was. He reached out and
touched at his brother’s shoulder, “Jojo?” He asks softly, but all he gets is a
snore in response. He had fallen asleep! With a growing erection, Dio only has
one thing occupying his mind - to take the blessed opportunity, naturally. The
hot water around him heats him exceedingly, and he’s already fully hard.
Jonathan wouldn’t mind, surely, for they are brothers after all -
         He sits on Jonathan’s lap and starts kissing him. His lips are warm,
and already Dio feels close to release. A thrust of his hips with his lips
locked with Jonathan’s and he reaches orgasm, ejaculating onto the other’s
chest. But he is far from done - the hot water lapping against his ass inspires
new desires. The thing is, is that he has no lube. Of course he doesn’t, no one
carries the stuff around in their pockets willy-nilly. (Or at least, he
doesn't.) And so in his time of need, he sits up a bit, shoves his fingers in
his mouth, and lets himself drool onto them - then he properly shoves a finger
up his ass.
         “What the fuck,” he whispers to himself, letting his finger delve
deeper inside his rectum. He had no idea it would feel so weird, to finger
himself; and for the room of your adoptive brother’s cock, of all things - said
adoptive brother one you planned on usurping. The things you do for pleasure,
he dismisses. Soon enough and he adds his ring finger to the act. He flinches
minutely when his fingertips brush against his prostate. That entices him to
enter another finger, stretching himself further - with his other hand he
reaches for Jonathan’s dick, and finds it erect and hot in his hand. He
completely misses the implication and instead finds himself satisfied that he
doesn’t have to work the other into arousal.
         Timidly, he inches closer, and sinks down leisurely onto Jonathan’s
erection, his breath coming out in steamy puffs against his brother’s face. “Oh
Jonathan, I never knew you were so big.”  Dio allows, taking hold of the
other’s toned shoulders to steady himself. It hurt, being impaled for the first
time, but after a few experimental twerks of his hips, the blond finds the
length incredibly pleasant. “And you feel so good… mmh,” Dio’s eyes roll
faintly when Jonathan’s prick continuously rubs against his prostate, slow and
hot, perfect - he grinds down harder, his deep voice producing soft moans. At
one moment, he swears he feels Jonathan thrust into him, but he can’t tell -
doesn’t care, really - and lost in the ecstasy, he rides him until his orgasm
reaches and he ejaculates onto his brother’s chest again.
         Jonathan is still erect inside him, his cock hot and needy and
pulsing, and Dio contemplates giving the other the satisfaction he obviously,
assumingly unconsciously, craves. After a minute of resting against him,
regaining himself a bit - and Jonathan is no less hard, he gives in. “I suppose
I can grant you the ecstasy you desire. After all, it will only make me cum
again,” Dio chuckles lowly, “My, my, such a heavy sleeper. Perhaps I should
take advantage of you more often. Would you want to become your brother’s
whore? Even though it is I who is taking it in at the moment. But you would
want to be my whore, huh, Jojo? Do you enjoy that thought?” Dio begins arching
his lower back again, and he uses a hand to stroke himself into full arousal,
“Would you fuck me? I’d fuck me. I'd fuck me hard. I'd fuck me so hard.”
Although he’s lacking stamina, Dio begins bouncing on Jonathan’s lap,
determined, his mouth open with ragged breaths. “Fuck me, Jojo! Ugh, fuck!” He
grinds harder, pushing himself down further, and Jonathan spurts - Dio lets it
shoot up inside him. He jacks himself off until he cums for the third time,
once more it splatters against Jonathan’s chest, and this time he climaxes with
the other’s name on his lips.
         Panting, Dio lifts himself from Jonathan and sits next to him once
again, chest heaving. The hot water around still arouses him, but he is
adequately exhausted, and sated. Having reached blissful orgasm thrice, he
melts into the hot spring, smiling, indolent. Until he hears Jonathan begin to
stifle giggles, poorly.
         “You thought I was asleep?”
Chapter End Notes
     *I do not suggest actually fucking in a hot spring, I hear it is
     severely exhausting
     If you wanna know what I mean, dehydrate yourself and take a steaming
     hot bath. (don't, it'll feel like your brain is melting)
     Title reference to this_song , but I was totally listening to this
     song the entire time
***** Come Hide & Smoke a Pipe! *****
Chapter Summary
     Jonathan is caught smoking pipe in a tree - and is taken aback when
     Dio asks to join him.
Chapter Notes
     100% inspired by these panels via Phantom Blood: postimg.org/image/
     jrbbo0xlz
     *I imagine they're still pretty young here, they only kiss
     Warning for smoking, though it wasn't illegal back then as the law
     would allow the purchase of tobacco to those under 16 until 1908 sooo
     let the shotgunning commence
         Jonathan leaned against the thick bark of his favorite tree, lounging
in its branches; tapping his nails against the bowl of his pipe as his mind
wondered. No longer was Danny around to bark about and chase his tail under him
while he indulged, swinging his leg as he smoked. With that sad thought, he had
just inhaled a bound of tobacco smoke when a familiar, booming voice had him
abruptly coughing it out violently in cloudy puffs -
         “Just what do you think you’re doing, Jonathan Joestar?” Dio barked
out in a rather paternal-like sternness from below, staring up at the young
boy. His hands were placed firmly on his hips and he had a dark blond brow
raised accusingly, “Are yousmoking a pipe?”
         “What? No-” Jonathan rasped with a scratchy, cracked voice, coughing
twice more. He cleared his throat before speaking again, “Don’t be ridiculous,
Dio. Such a deed for a young gentleman such as myself to partake in is
unthinkable!”
         “Mhm. I see.” Dio crossed his arms then, wholly unconvinced. He leaned
onto his other foot, “And I don’t suppose that’s Father’s pipe you are holding
in your left hand so tightly, hmm?”
         “Wh-What--” Jonathan flung said pipe behind him in a jerk of the arm,
and it hung on a thin tree branch behind him, blatantly dangling. His heart
pounded desperately in his chest with the aid of the tobacco, and he voiced his
prayer, “Please, Dio, don’t tell Father!"
         Dio openly smirked, tapping his fingers against his
forearm thoughtfully. He would allow Jonathan some lenience, just this once.
“Now why would I rat out my dear brother? Let’s see it, Jojo.” He nodded up to
the boy, “Allow me to join you this fine afternoon.”
         Jonathan blinked, incredulous - “Truly?” He asked, before retrieving
the pipe excitedly, “Well, then… come on up, I’d be happy to share!” He hopped
closer to the trunk, inviting. Dio wordlessly followed his suggestion, climbing
up and taking Jonathan’s hand when he offered. He sat against the rough bark of
the tree trunk, crossing his legs and arms.
          “Do you know how to do it?” Jonathan asked.
         “I haven’t-…” Dio trailed off, before averting his gaze. “No.” His
eyes flickered back to Jonathan’s, expectant.
         “All right! Allow me to show you.” The younger brother scooted closer,
sitting on the thick branch with his legs at either side, balancing himself.
“Observe;” Jonathan started in an announcer-like voice, he raised the
mouthpiece to his lips and continued, “Now, usually you’d pack the tobacco of
your choice in, but I’ve already done that, see?” He leaned in, watched Dio
look into the pipe bowl, and leaned back. “I like the, uh, taste of this
stuff.”
         Dio nodded, uninterested, “Mm. And after that?”
         “Oh, yes,” Jonathan fumbled to reach into his pocket, pulling out a
pack of matches, he continued his advertising tone. “Now you burn the tobacco.
But only enough to light it a bit,” He lit a match with practiced expertise,
and lowered the flame to the bowl. “And then you inhale.” He inhaled a few
times, to get the tobacco burning, then waved the match about to out the flame,
then he flicked it away. Jonathan inhaled the smoke through the pipe once more,
waited a moment, then retracted the pipe and exhaled slowly. He watched as the
blond’s honey-colored eyes fixated on his lips, watching the smoke seep out.
         Brows raised, Dio nodded once more, softer this time, “Do it again. I
want to see.”
         Jonathan dropped the voice and eagerly said, “Certainly!” Before
lighting another match for good measure, “Oh, but watch this. Here’s something
I thought of.” And when he next exhaled, he inhaled through his nose at the
same time, making the smoke look like a river out of his mouth and into his
nostrils. Dio released an amused noise and let himself smile at the act,
         “Interesting. Have you anything more to show me?”
         “Ah, well… yes, but… I haven’t actually tried it before.” Jonathan
looked away then, scratching at his neck awkwardly as a faint red hue dusted
his cheeks. “It’s to show girls, only, so...”
         “So show me. I want to see.” Dio now rested his hands on his knees,
scooting an inch closer, “Show me.” He repeated.
         “A-All right.” Jonathan stuttered, the tobacco making him feel bolder
than he normally would have been given the situation, he scooted closer as
well. “Just, uhm,” He wet his lips hastily, eyes shifting to his brother’s lips
before his fiery eyes, “Follow my lead... then when I exhale, you inhale.”
         “Got it.”
         When Jonathan took in the next bound of smoke, he made sure to breathe
in as much as he could, before retracting the pipe and leaning in, gesturing
with an index finger for his brother to come even closer. Dio did, finding
himself oddly excited, eyes looking to now parted, plump lips. He parted his
own, doing what Jonathan did, and indeed leaned closer, lips grazing the
other’s. Then he felt it - the steady, slow push of smoke pass his lips and
into his mouth, and so he inhaled. When his lips brushed against Jonathan’s at
the end, he pulled away, and began to cough.
         Jonathan chuckled, “I coughed my first time too.”
         “Thank you so kindly for the,” Dio coughed again, before weakly
continuing from his own interruption, “Warning.”
         Jonathan pat his brother’s back, grinning, and he only giggled when
Dio finally cleared his throat, glaring at him.
         “Let’s do it again.” Dio demanded, wiping at his lips reflexively.
         “Ah? Really? If you so wish.” Jonathan readily agreed, putting the
mouthpiece to his lips - but Dio held up a hand in a gesture to cease the
motion,
         “Wait, let me do it this time. I’d like to try it.”
         “Oh? Okay, here, just don’t drop anything.” Jonathan handed the pipe
and matches to Dio, and stifled another laugh at the sight; Dio, who always
acted so high and mighty, was now holding a pipe and was going to smoke a pipe.
He grinned easily before prompting gently, “Go on, then.”
         The blond licked his lips before taking the tip of the pipe into his
mouth, and striking a match - he flushed when he ended up snapping two of them,
unsuccessful to light one. Jonathan did laugh then, scooting closer so that
their legs touched,
         “Here, let me.” He took the matches and struck one on the first swipe,
then held the flame to the bowl. He looked to Dio, prompting him -
         Dio slowly inhaled, looking at the tobacco burn before locking eyes
with his brother. He pulled the pipe away and beckoned Jonathan forth with an
index finger. They both leaned in, Dio tilting his head, so that he could
shotgun the smoke into Jonathan’s waiting mouth. He blew it in, and the other
inhaled - then Dio surprised him with a kiss at the end.
         The younger wasn’t even surprised, and leaned into it, grabbing at
Dio’s suspenders and pulling him close. Smoke blew out of his nose, and he
dropped the matches, having heard the pipe hit the ground seconds ago. Jonathan
only pulled away when Dio made a whimpering sound, and they both stared into
each other’s eyes and breathed heavily.
         Jonathan’s lips curled upward, “How quaint.” He didn’t wait for Dio’s
response before closing his eyes and kissing him sweetly - the blond closed his
eyes as well, hands lifting to caress the boy’s face softly.
         “Brat.” Dio whispered, the heat of his brother’s palms on his chest
making him shiver. Jonathan noticed and quirked a brow,
         “Are you cold, Dio?” He asked, already moving his hands to stroke at
the other’s arms, a small attempt at warming him. Dio began to decline, but
Jonathan wrapped his arms around him and pulled him into an embrace. “Don’t
worry, Erina once told me that I’m very warm!”
         “Unhand me, you cad!” Dio shouted at once, struggling uselessly as a
faint blush heated his cheeks. He stumbled then, and quickly had to uncross his
legs and wrap them around the branch he sat on, “Don’t -- hold me so tight, we
might slip.”
         “Don’t be preposterous, I-”
         They both yelped in unison when they slipped, and they were quick to
tighten their legs around the tree so that they hung upside down, Jonathan
still holding the other close, even tighter.
         “Jonathan.” Dio started, voice deadpan as his blond hair fell in front
of his face.
         “Yes, brother?” Jonathan asked, grinning sheepishly - his hair
tickling his neck. 
         “...You test my patience, greatly.”
***** In the Dark *****
Chapter Summary
     Dio wakes Jonathan up at 2AM to play a game of hide-and-seek.
     warnings for: underage, urophagia & frottage (also bj)
Chapter Notes
     If you don't know what urophagia is, it is the consumption of piss.
     So if you're like "Gross wtf??" do not read this chapter.
     because indeed I am gross wtf
See the end of the chapter for more notes
         When Dio first put into play his fresh façade of the caring, regretful
and nice older brother to the Joestar boy at age twelve, it began with many
smiles, offers and pleasant interactions, as he desperately needed to convince
the boy he was ‘truly sorry.’ When they are thirteen, Jonathan is well
acquainted with Dio’s moves to become closer, even if at times he thought them
a bit more than friendly, yet still he enjoys playing with his adoptive
brother. Tonight was no different -
         Quick steps down the hallway are muffled by longsocks, and the boy
peeks over every wall to look for servants. Fortunately, they all were fond
of flocking to the kitchen in the early, early hours of the morning. Dio
hastily makes his way down to his brother’s chamber, entering the room slowly
and soundlessly. The other boy is fast asleep, completely unaware, until Dio is
gently shaking him awake.
         “Jojo, come, wake up.” He whispers, close to the boy’s ear.
         “Hmh…” Jonathan mumbles, before cracking an eye open reluctantly,
“What is it brother?” He asks when he realizes Dio’s presence, the moonlight
just enough to illuminate his features - he sits up a bit, worried - not often
did Dio visit him in the night. He watches in the dim white lighting as Dio
points to the door, or rather the soundless hallway,
         “Look, see that there are no servants about? Come now, you know what
is on my mind!”
         Suddenly, Jonathan is smiling as wide as Dio is pretending to, and he
throws off his comforters. But he stops, when his feet hit the cold floor and
he notices that he has an excessive need to use the washroom, for his bladder
is completely full. “Oh, wait Dio,” he starts, “I need to-”
         “Shh, come on, Jojo, before they come back.”
         Reluctantly, Jonathan complies, dawning his own pair of socks to
silence his steps. When he is done, Dio at once grabs his hand and practically
drags him downstairs.
         Stumbling in the barely illuminated dark, they make sure all candles
are blown out and the curtains are all dropped, making the mansion truly pitch
black. After that is done, they cautiously walk (with many tripping) their way
back to the grand staircase, looking blindly at each other. “All right,” Dio
whispers, “You seek first, since it was my idea.”
         “What..!” Jonathan pouts, louder than he should, and Dio is quick to
cover his mouth.
         “Shh! Fine, if you’re going to cry about it, I will seek first. Now go
on.”
         Jonathan beams a large smile, though the other can not see it, and he
scurries off as Dio quietly counts to 30.
         At 0, Dio calls quietly, “Ready or not here I come…”
         He holds out his arms and takes small steps, his eyes never fully
adjusting to such darkness. When he’s reached the dining table, and he hears
Jonathan’s soft breathing, he smiles and knows he’s won. “Olly olly oxen free…”
Dio drawls, and Jonathan’s burst of unconstrained laughter gives him away. The
blond crouches by the table, and Jonathan fumbles to take his hand and crawl
out from under the structure.
         “You always do that, you blasted cheater!”
         “Regardless, I found you. It’s your own fault you are weak for the out
of context.” The blond teases in a hushed tone, “Now, count and I will hide.”
         “Fine! Get going then.” The younger fusses, before counting to 30
aloud as silently as he can. At 0, he puts his arms in front of him and walks
around carefully. He bumps into tables twice, and even smacks his forehead on a
wall with a loud thud and, “Ouch!”. The sound causes his hidden brother to
snicker, and he follows the sound to another wall. “Dio, come out come out
wherever you are!” The boy whispers humorously - of course Dio would have
laughed at his pain.
         He is blindly reaching out when his hand brushes against a soft
fabric. Though his eyes are open, he can’t see a thing, and he feels at it
curiously with both hands - only to realize what he had been petting was Dio’s
chest, when his fingers brush against nipples. “Oh!” He steps back, and he
slips on his own socks, falling on his bottom.
         “Such a clumsy boy,” Dio calls, before moving to help the other - but
since it is so completely dark, Dio does not see Jonathan moving to stand on
his own, and he trips on the boy’s foot. The blond gasps before he falls,
landing on his hands and knees on top of his brother.
         Jonathan breaks the awkward silence that couldn’t have lasted more
than 3 seconds with a soft laugh, “Well, I suppose I found you!” He says, but
his heart is pounding at the close proximity of his brother, and he swears Dio
can hear it, feel it even. His brain decides to remind him of all the lingering
touches and glances they’d shared over the months, just then, and he swallows
hard - being thirteen brought many hormones… and they made him feel attracted
to his brother, of all people.
         However, he flinches violently when he feels a kiss pressed against
his lips, dry and chaste. Again, silence falls over the two, before Jonathan
breaks it again, voice quiet.
         “Dio was that… you?”
         The mentioned boy swallows audibly, before nodding - then when he
remembers Jonathan can’t see him, of course, he whispers a shaky, “Yes.”
         More silence. Then, “Ah, did you- did your hand slip? I’m sure that
was an accident, so don’t worry-
         “No.”
         “No?”
         “No, it wasn’t a slip of the hand, Jojo,” Jonathan can faintly feel
Dio’s lips move against his own as he speaks, the blond’s hair tickling his
cheeks. “I kissed you of my own volition.” He’s kissed again, and Jonathan is
dazed,
         “Wh-What… what are you…” he stutters, but Dio gives him another soft
kiss to the lips, a little wetter this time. When his lips are free, he tries
to look at Dio in the dark, curious as to what face he was making, but all he
could do was feel his brother’s warm breath on his face, and a familiar heat
building in his undergarments.
         Jonathan parts his lips when he’s kissed again, which feels slower
than the previous kisses, more intimate, Dio’s tongue out a bit to wet his
lips. He opens his mouth wider, bewildered at the chills of pleasure he feels
from their kisses, and he feels his brother’s oddly cold tongue touch his own
hot one. Before he knows it his hands are in the blond’s silken hair, fondling
and pulling him closer. Dio rests on the other’s hips, lowered so they were
chest to chest. His hips roll steadily against Jonathan’s, their hard pricks
prominent as they rub against each other.
         Dio sighs softly as he laps deeper into the boy’s mouth, making
Jonathan’s breath hitch. But when Dio presses closer, putting pressure on his
stomach and evidently his bladder, he groans.
         “What’s wrong?” Dio asks, pulling away with a string of spit hanging
between their lips, he licks it away.
         Nervously, Jonathan is hesitant to reply, “I… Dio, I really need to
pee.”
         The other laughs breathlessly, before going
uncharacteristically quiet. Then, to Jonathan’s shock, he peeps an almost
inaudible, “I can take care of that for you.”
         “What!” Jonathan shrieks, but Dio shushes him violently,
         “Let me drink it.” Dio offers, “I’m just curious, is all.”
         “B-But that’s…” Jonathan whispers hastily, “That’s so disgusting,
and... and dirty!”
         “Dirtier than your brother’s tongue?” Dio teases, before licking hard
at the boy’s lips and sucking. The noises make Jonathan moan, hands in Dio’s
hair gripping.
         “A-all right… if you really want to-- to drink... it, then…”
         A quick kiss is pressed to his lips with a little, “Thank you,” Before
Dio slides down and tugs at the drawstring of Jonathan’s night clothes and
pulls down his undergarments. When Jonathan feels his brother’s soft lips on
the head of his cock, he can’t hold it in any longer and he lets himself
release - although it was difficult since he was so erect. He isn’t expecting
to moan so much, though, as Dio began sucking and drinking, piss splashing onto
his tongue and down his throat.
         “Ohh, Dio!” Jonathan whines, hips jolting uncontrollably, as Dio
begins blowing him. Dio revels in the watery, salty taste of Jonathan's urine,
eager to take all he had to give. He ends up swallowing his ejaculate too, and
only then does Dio pull away, panting and horny beyond belief at his actions.
Jonathan lets out a startled sound as the blond unbuttons his shirt and
straddles his tummy, before pulling his own nightclothes and undergarments down
enough to release his swollen cock.
         Dio pants and sighs as he grinds down against him, riding him and
getting off by rubbing himself against his brother’s soft, squishy flesh of his
abdomen. When his orgasm reaches he cries out in bliss, concluding it was his
most pleasant one yet, and it splatters against Jonathan’s lips, which are
agape and trembling with both excitement and incredulity. Jonathan doesn’t
exactly process that he’s licking it up until he tastes it, and it tastes oddly
sweet and slightly of salt. Soon enough, Dio collapses onto him, breath taken
away. The other realizes he is out of breath as well, his mind fuzzy and
spinning.
         After a minute or two, his brother lifts himself from him and fixes
the both of them up before standing. “We should… head to bed.” he wipes at his
chin delicately with a sleeve,
         Jonathan stands too, taking his brother’s wrist in hand before he can
presumably run off, “Dio, a moment-” he starts, and when the other doesn’t make
to move, he continues, “Next we play- could we--...” His breath catches, and
Dio decides to speak up then.
         “Certainly, Jojo.” He pulls his brother close by the waist, already
plotting his seduction of the other as he has unanimously decided it to be
useful in the future, he brings the hand Jonathan has on his wrist to his mouth
and kisses it twice. The boy flushes, unseen in the dark, but his rapid
heartbeat is all Dio needs to feel to acknowledge he has won him over. He leans
in and whispers into his brother’s ear before biting it, “I advise you stay
hydrated, hmm?”
Chapter End Notes
     This isn't even the worst I can write, comrades
     stay tuned
***** Dio Brando Has Been Found Dead in Miami *****
Chapter Summary
     Jonathan has had enough. Catching Dio poisoning their father was the
     last straw, and moral punishment was in order. Let this be the
     universe in which Jonathan assumed the worst; Dio was poisoning
     George, and murdered him in his rage instead of that whole Ogre
     Street fiasco taking place. Or even the stone mask's properties being
     discovered, for that matter.
Chapter Notes
     Sorry I couldn't refuse the temptation to meme in the chapter title.
     Anyway; obviously blood ahead as well as strangulation. (And OOC
     Jonathan, he would never murder) No love & no kisses to be had, just
     a short kill-fic
See the end of the chapter for more notes
         Dio was quite literally taken aback when he was gripped by his collar,
lifted, then thrown from the stair ledge, only to collide against the cold,
tile floor below. He bit his tongue, having had no time to react, and he cursed
aloud - he’d been caught red-handed. “Damn your eyes…” He spat in a graveled
voice, limbs trembling as he began to sit up. Blood spilled past his lips and
onto the floor, and Dio could not will himself to get up, the wind had been
knocked out of him, paralyzing him momentarily.
         “You honestly thought you could poison Father? How could you… I
trusted you!” Jonathan roared from above, the small folded paper of poison
compressing in his tightly wound fist as he pointed a finger accusingly. He
hastily made way to his brother downstairs. Truly, he had had quite enough of
the other’s treacherous endeavors. He felt a punishment was in need of action -
         He knelt by the other and lifted him by the shirt, brows arched as he
looked into his eyes, “You’re the devil in disguise, aren’t you?” He hissed,
before slamming Dio into the ground. He was rewarded with the spittle of blood
and saliva to his face as his brother coughed in consequence, hands grabbing at
Jonathan’s in a weak attempt to remove their choking strain. To the Joestar’s
wicked favor, all servants were busying themselves with his father or duties -
in other words, no one was around to witness the scene taking place.
         As Dio groaned, vision swimming, Jonathan flipped open the packet of
poison. “What is this? How long have you been poisoning Father? ...Does it need
a single dose? Allow me to test this thought.” He jabbed a thumb into the
blond’s mouth before forcing his jaw open, violent. Dio struggled, but his legs
ached and he could not kick the other away - he made panicked noises as
Jonathan tipped the paper, letting the powder fall onto Dio’s tongue and down
his throat. Dio’s eyes watered, immediately tasting the bitter contents.
Finally he turned over, coughing horribly and clutching at his sore, burning
throat. The poison stung the open wound of his tongue, and tears rolled down
his face, his vibrant eyes wide in apprehension.         Jonathan forced him to
face him again, pinning him to the floor, watching his brother’s futile effort
to push him off or release his grasp. Finally, Dio screamed, “Get off of me,
you’re mad!”
         This provoked Jonathan greatly, and he lifted the other by the shirt a
bit only to slam him into the ground again, “Is it I who is mad? No, Dio; I saw
you as the foul man you were, those seven years ago… you damned schemer,” his
fists tightened in Dio’s shirt, pinching at his skin uncomfortably, he leaned
in to whisper. “I’ll not allow you to bring harm to my family. You were never
my brother, not once!” He then took the other’s wrists in a bruising grip.
         Below him, Dio’s breath was labored, his heart racing. He had been
found out. Unaware of the stone mask’s potential, he felt true fear. Never
before had he been caught, had the lower hand; been in a situation in which he
could not escape. Out of options, he resorted to crocodile tears, the only
option he saw in this fit of weakness -
         “Jonathan, please, you’re hurting me! You’re being irrational, I beg
of you; cease this bizarre behavior!” His voice trembled with soft sobs, his
brows furrowed upward - but Jonathan was not persuaded.
         “No. You can’t plead your way out of this one, Dio. No longer am I
ignorant to your vile tricks; you may have won over Father, but you will
deceive me not a second more.”
         Dio ground his teeth - Jonathan was and always would be a stubborn
boy, albeit his reasoning was correct in not believing Dio’s words. Abruptly,
the blond flipped them over, taking Jonathan by surprise, he successfully sat
on his hips. At once he went for Jonathan’s throat, violently squeezing it in
his hands, “You feeble man! What say you, a mere country nobleman, can defeat
I, DIO? But not for this brief advantage, you are weak before me, Jojo!”
Keeping a hand on the boy’s throat, his other briskly went for the pocketknife
he hid near his backside. He pulled it out of its sheath, staring into anxious
eyes with a wicked grin. “Shall we brawl as though we were twelve just
yesterday?”
         Jonathan then watched, aghast, as Dio set the knife down momentarily
and stuck his hand down his throat, making himself puke up the poison - that
was enough to confirm that it indeed was deadly. He was enraged - The knife’s
sleek edge barely grazed the skin of his neck before he raised a fist and
punched the other. It was stronger than he had expected it to be, and it sent
Dio falling to the side, the knife dropping from his grasp. Pale hands went to
his face, becoming drenched in blood as a tooth fell out. “You dare wound me!”
He snapped, before Jonathan tackled him, going for his face again. Dio caught
his hands, the warm blood pouring from his nose and mouth making him feel
faint; and his strength dwindled - he refused to go down without a fight, using
tooth and nail.
         Jonathan groaned, gradually moving his trapped fists away, and yelped
when Dio suddenly spat blood into his eyes.
         “There! How does it feel to be blinded by my blood, Jojo?! Now fall!”
Dio yelled, and he went for Jonathan’s face, pressing his thumbs into his
squeezed-shut eyes. The younger fell back, slamming into the ground as once
more, the blond was above him. His head was smacked into the ground, before he
finally let out a battlecry and blindly punched - connecting with Dio’s face
again. He got a whimper in response, and finally opened his eyes, sitting up.
Dio was cradling his bruised face, coughing, and Jonathan took the chance -
         He unlooped his belt and swiftly wrapped it around Dio’s throat. The
blond choked, and dug his nails into Jonathan’s forearms, trying to kick at
him, but his dress shoes slipped in the pool of his own blood below him. He
tried to speak, flashing wide, honey-colored eyes at Jonathan’s crystal blue
ones - which were cold are malevolent - only guttural noises escaped him, a
single “Stop-” becoming his last word. When Dio ceased movement, falling
unconscious, Jonathan’s pull on the ends of his belt only tightened. “I will
not allow harm to come to my family… and you, Dio Brando, were never part of
that family.”
Chapter End Notes
     *Did you know I choked myself to write the ending bit? An interesting
     experience
***** What That Mouth Do *****
Chapter Summary
     Dio belatedly discovers that Jonathan has a curiously long tongue -
     obviously longer than what is normal. He finds himself both attracted
     to it, as well as seemingly averse to it.
Chapter Notes
     Once more I meme in chapter title OTL
     Rimming happens. Also, if you don't know what heavy petting
     (mentioned in fic) means: foreplay ranging from breast massage to
     masturbating one's partner, yet no coïtal (intercourse) contact.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
         Dio’s dark blond brows knit together as he silently gawked at Jonathan
- who was licking impossibly at his elbow, the tip of his tongue trembling as
it connected with the skin.
         “See, Dio? I told you I could do it.” The younger boasted brightly,
crossing his arms then, a triumphant smirk on his face.
         “But that’s… impossible. How-..”
         Jonathan shook his head, grinning, “You see, it’s not a question of
flexibility, but rather how long your tongue is! Look,” he opened his mouth and
stuck out his amaranth pink tongue, and Dio’s brow furrowed further, shocked.
Jonathan had an abnormally long tongue! It was strange. It was unnatural. It
was bizarre.
         “What in God’s name…” He found himself whispering, blinking owlishly.
“That… is weird. Don’t ever show me that again.” The blond turned away, a
little freaked out. The elongated muscle was definitely not normal, and it made
him feel weird looking at it.
-
         But he couldn’t stop from staring at it. At all. Now that he knew it
existed, he found himself gazing at Jonathan as he ate at the table. He came to
realize, quickly, that he had always had such a long tongue. He just never
noticed. Of course -- it wasn’t something that grew overnight! Jonathan
frequently licked at whatever spilt from his mouth while they ate together at
the table with father, and Dio thought himself in a trance as he stared,
seemingly ever confounded. Jonathan licked at the sauce drizzling down to his
chin quickly, and his brother had to stifle a rare outburst at the absurdity of
the action - it reminded him greatly of a frog.
         “Dio?” George asked, face formed into one of perplexion which broke
his adoptive son out of his daze, “Is something the matter? You’ve been
watching Jonathan eat throughout the entirety of tonight’s course.”
         “O-Oh,” Dio flushed, quickly looking down at his food and digging in.
“My apologies, I must have been… deep in thought. Forgive me.” He stabbed at
his steak, frowning. Why couldn’t he control himself? It was a subconscious
want, to stare - but why?
-
         “Look Dio, I can touch my nose with my tongue!” Jonathan chimed, and
lo and behold, when Dio lifted his gaze from the book before him, Jonathan’s
tongue was touching his nose - a little passed that, even.
         “That’s disgusting. Stop that.”
         The younger complied, but not without a pout. He sat by his brother
then, before leaning in, close to his face. “Why? Doesn’t it interest you? I am
not blind to your recent staring, you know.” His tongue slipped out and he
wagged it playfully, and Dio looked at it before his crystal blue eyes,
         “It’s just… strange. It makes me feel weird when I look at it, and I
don’t like it.”
         “Really?” Jonathan asked, retracting the wet muscle back into his
mouth, but he did not back away. “Could you elaborate?” In fact, he leaned
closer, a mischievous smile on his lips as he tugged the book away from Dio’s
hands gently, closing it.
         “Ugh, Jojo, not today.” Dio pushed at the other’s chest, facing away,
his ears blushing a bright red. “It’s just so strange.”
         He was pleasantly surprised when Jonathan began pressing wet kisses to
his exposed neck - and he felt something snap inside him when the boy’s tongue
slipped out and began to lap at his skin, up to his ear. He heard a kiss placed
onto it before Jonathan whispered heatedly, “Strange good, or strange bad?”
-
         Next he knew, they were writhing together on Jonathan’s bed; kissing,
grinding and gasping together. He’d been lightly shoved against the headboard,
his suspenders pulled down and his shirt unbuttoned so that Jonathan could
lavish his chest. Jonathan left kisses all over him, sucking light red
blemishes to mar the flawless skin, before returning his lips to Dio’s mouth.
He held a hand over the other’s pec, thumb rubbing at the soft, soon hardening
areola while his other hand was placed over Dio’s crotch, palming at his
erection. “Do you like it, Dio?” Jonathan asked, begging for praise - he was
satisfied in a moment,
         “Ohh, yes.” The blond’s head rolled back as a moan rumbled in his
throat, and Jonathan felt the heat grow in his pants at the lovely response.
         “Dio…” Jonathan started, pulling away. The action was met with a whine
from the other, and he straightened to look at Jonathan.
         “What is it?”
         Jonathan’s eyes shifted about nervously, before he shook his head,
opting to kiss Dio’s cheek instead. “It’s nothing, forget I said anything.”
         But Dio’s hands found way to the younger’s face and held it, guiding
it to face him, “No, tell me. What is on your mind, Jojo?”
         Hesitant, Jonathan bit at his lips before speaking quietly, “Well,
it’s just that… we haven’t gone much farther than heavy petting… and I was
wondering if we could… do something a little more, this evening.” He blushed a
furious red at his words as they left his mouth, before making eye contact with
his brother - who was blushing a deeper shade.
         “...Had you anything in mind?”
         “N-No…” Jonathan licked his lips, and he noticed Dio watching him as
his tongue swiped at them - “Have you?”
         “I think I might.” Dio then removed himself from the bed, and began
undressing, facing away -
         “Tease.” Jonathan grinned, as Dio left his unbuttoned shirt on before
crawling back onto the bed. He blinked when Dio got on his hand and knees, and
lifted his bare bottom into the air toward him as he laid his head on crossed
arms. “What are you…”
         “I want,” Dio interrupted, “For you to use your tongue on me.” He
rolled his hips a bit, “Down here, if you’d please.”
         Jonathan, flabbergasted as he was, gasped and sputtered for a reply,
“That’s… indecent!”
         Dio rolled his eyes, expecting no less of such a response from his
younger brother. “Do you truly think I would not have prepared for this?” He
rolled his hips again, spreading his thighs a bit. “Come here, Jojo… touch me.”
Dio said softly.
         The other swallowed audibly, Dio’s request turning him on further -
not often did he ask things of him. “All right.” And so he scooted forward,
resting on his knees, sitting before Dio’s backside. He lifted his hands to
touch at the soft, pale flesh of Dio’s buttocks, which were pliable. He flushed
deeper, indeed they hadn’t gone much farther than heavy petting - he leaned
down, and ran his lips over the dip of the blond’s back before kissing at it,
leading the kisses lower while pushing Dio’s dress shirt away to bunch at his
shoulder blades.
         Dio hummed, pleased, and let out a soft mewl when Jonathan spread his
cheeks, his kisses nearing his hole. Jonathan began licking at it, his tongue
dipping enough to graze his balls. Dio’s breath hitched in response, and the
other heard it clearly, smiling.
         “You like that?” Jonathan whispered, smug, before sinking a bit lower
so as to take the testes into his hot mouth. He was richly rewarded with a
surprised moan, a few octaves higher than what Dio usually released. He
grinned, nipping with his lips at the scrotum before returning to kiss at the
sensitive skin, upward. He licked a long, wet line from Dio’s balls to his
hole, continuing to lick circles around it.
         “Jojo… mmn, it feels delightful. Keep going,” The boy moaned again,
softer, pressing his bottom closer to Jonathan’s face. The other was more than
happy to please, and began rubbing his thumbs into the fattish, toned flesh of
Dio’s asscheeks, his tongue beginning to nudge into the entrance it lavished.
Dio encouraged him with noises of pleasure, pushing his ass further against his
brother’s face until he finally got the hint and slid his tongue inside.
         “Yes,” Dio drawled, gripping at his crossed forearms. He shoved his
face between them to quell his moans when Jonathan laved at his inner walls,
the feeling extraordinarily bizarre and amazing. Dio started grinding his ass
back on Jonathan’s tongue, which reached deeper inside him as a result. His
breathing came quicker, and he spread his legs more before moving a hand so
that he could touch himself.
         Jonathan pulled away to openly kiss at the wet ring of muscle, which
twitched under his lips - he was exceedingly aroused, and so he hastily
unzipped his pants to palm at himself with one hand. His other spread Dio’s
buttock further before he stuck his tongue inside him again, opening his mouth
wide so that he could push in as much tongue as he possibly could before moving
it about and thrusting it in and out.
         “Yes, Jojo, ohh, yes!” Dio cried out, his back arching while he
gripped his erection harder as he masturbated, his free hand clutching at the
sheets below. Jonathan gave breathy moans of his own, quiet, as his collecting
spit began to drizzle down Dio’s thighs. He ejaculated then, thrusting into his
palm, but he did not cease his pleasuring of the other. The saliva trickling
down the older’s thighs tickled, but also ended up being what sent Dio over the
edge, and his seed shot out to coat his abdomen, he was panting horribly as he
milked himself as much as he could - he wished this blissful orgasm to last as
long as possible. When he finally slumped down into the sheets, Jonathan pulled
away, licking his lips before wiping at them with his sleeve. He himself was
out of breath, and his tongue as well as his jaw were aching a bit -
         “Was that… satisfactory?” Jonathan asked breathlessly, moving to lay
next to his brother.
         “God, yes. That was marvelous.” Dio sighed, his bottom resting into
the sheets. He turned to lay on his side, using his sleeve to wipe  away stray
tears from his eyes. Jonathan noticed this and released an, “Awwh.” before
donning a smile and pulling Dio into his arms.
         “Was it that marvelous?” He asked, very genuinely curious, as he ran
his nails lightly over Dio’s clothed back,
         “Quite so.”
Chapter End Notes
     Whatchu gonna do with that long wet tongue? wiggle wiggle wiggle
     *flute plays*
     Lol Happy Birthday Jonathan, eat Dio's ass
     I have something else planned for his birthday, but I just got the
     idea and haven't even started writing it out yet, so it may be late
***** Happy Belated Birthday, Jonathan Joestar! *****
Chapter Summary
     A day late, but oh well! It's Jonathan's birthday, and Dio has a gift
     ready for him to open in the bedroom.
Chapter Notes
     Featured this chapter: Stuffing (eating much food), kisses, belly
     rubs, & Jonathan with a bit of weight gain
     *Also: PWP in that Dio and Jonathan are already together, and Dio is
     just very sweet in this universe... I like to mix it up
See the end of the chapter for more notes
         “Happy 148th Birthday, Jonathan!” George, Dio, and all the servants of
the Joestar manor exclaimed together in perfect unison with cheery smiles,
before erupting into a roar of an applause. Jonathan, sitting at the end of the
table, beamed a brilliant smile,
         “Thank you, all!”
-
         “Jojo,” George interrupted softly as Jonathan was about to take
another slice of cake, and his son looked to him, already donning a guilty
face.
         “Forgive me, Father.” He flushed in shame, bowing his head down a bit.
George looked him over - his son had gained a noticeable amount of weight, and
though he was still exercising and eating healthily all the same, it had
worried him nonetheless. Jonathan’s cheeks had become fuller, softer - and his
midriff as well as his thighs had gained a bit of thickness, aside from muscle.
-
         After the celebration had run it’s course, Jonathan found himself
walking with heavy steps up the grand staircase to retire to his chambers. It
was a fine day, he’d admit, but he couldn’t help but feel down - he was still
hungry, and his father’s stern glare was enough to make him avert his gaze from
eating more than what was normal. To top it off, Dio hadn’t even given him a
present, which hurt his feelings more than he would have liked to admit - given
their growing relationship.
         When he opened his door, he gasped when he saw none other than Dio in
his reading chair, a box placed in his lap that had a bow tied onto it.
         “Finally. You arrived slower than I had thought you would, Jojo.”
         “Dio!” Jonathan exclaimed, before shutting his door and continuing in
a much more hushed tone, “What are you doing here?”
         “Why, that’s hardly the way one should greet their brother, when he
has worked so diligently on a special gift for you!” Dio said, taking hold of
the box in one hand, he pat his thighs. “Come, Jojo, sit on my lap. Allow me to
show you your gift.”
         Jonathan quirked a brow, before kicking off his shoes and shrugging
off his coat, he nodded. A few steps ahead and he stood before the other, then
he sat on his lap, facing him. “Is this all right?” He rested his palms on his
own thighs.
         “Mhm.” Dio hummed, before placing the box between them. “Happy
Birthday, Jojo… go ahead, open your gift.”
         The younger’s brows raised, pleased as he smiled, “Thank you, Dio.” He
took the box in hand, and untied the bow before lifting the lid - and inside
was a rather big cake. But not just any cake - like none he’d ever seen before;
it had different sections of different frostings, different colors with
different designs, and presumably different flavors. Although the handwork was
poor, obviously done by Dio himself, he grinned and his heart fluttered all the
same. “Thank you, Dio!” He repeated, before lifting the plate that held the
cake out of the box and setting said box on the nightstand. “My, so many
flavors! How did you accomplish this?”
         “Quite simply, actually.” Dio smirked, taking the fork from within the
box. “Though I shall share no secrets. But come, you must already want a bite,
yes?” He sank the utensil into the fluffy dessert, and rose a fork full of it
to Jonathan’s lips. “I will feed you.”
         “Ah, but- aren’t you going to cut it into slices? The cake, I mean.”
         “Oh, Jonathan,” The blond chuckled, his sharp canines flashing, “No
need, for you will be eating it all tonight.”
         Jonathan’s smile faltered a fraction then, his brows knitting, “Oh my,
Dio! You can’t truly think I can eat all of this in one night!” He licked his
lips, looking to the piece offered to him, before he gazed into honey-colored
eyes, uncertain. Dio only pressed the cake to his lips, nodding.
         “Oh, but I do.” And so Jonathan relented, and closed his eyes before
taking the bite. Dio retracted the fork and asked, “How is it? Can you guess
what flavor it is?”
         “It’s chocolate!” Jonathan giggled, and Dio smiled,
         “That is correct. Now, I believe you simply looked at the color… given
that, I ask that you let me adorn you with,” he produced a long, smooth cloth
from his pocket, “This mask. It shall be a guessing game, and you must eat the
entire cake. If you guess correctly the flavor that I offer, I’ll give you a
kiss. But if you are incorrect, you will not receive the second part of the
gift… which is a secret. Does this sound fair?”
         Jonathan bounced on his lap, excited, “Yes!”
         He allowed his brother to tie the cloth before his eyes comfortably,
smiling yet, before being fed and finishing the chocolate cake section. “Is it
done with? Can we start now?”
         He heard the other huff, amused, before uttering a soft, “Yes.”
         When a different flavor graced his tongue, Jonathan recognized it
immediately - “Vanilla!”
         “Indeed, Jojo, you’re very good at this.” The boy felt warm air brush
against his lips before another pair were placed on his own, warm and
passionate. He let out a small whine when Dio licked at his lips, prompting him
to open his mouth, which he did - and he whimpered when his tongue was licked
repeatedly. It felt a little strange, but it made him feel heated, a pleasant
stiffness building in his pants. Dio began sucking on his tongue, his lips
wrapping around it as he pressed his face closer to the other’s. He hummed,
opening his mouth and rubbing his tongue against Jonathan’s,
         “Hhn, Dio,..” Jonathan mewled smilingly, when the other pulled away,
but he was soon kissed again, the kisses particularly loud to his ears when Dio
rolled his tongue against his. After a moment, the older boy pulled away,
taking in a deep breath. He fed him the entirety of the vanilla section, then
spoke again,
         “Now… next flavor. What do you think it is?” He placed the next
forkful into Jonathan’s mouth, and waited for his response -
         “Is this…” Jonathan paused, uncertain, “Is this… red velvet?”
         “Yes, exactly that.” Dio watched as Jonathan grinned, before leaning
closer,
         “Kiss?” He asked, and it almost sounded innocent to his ears, as he
watched Jonathan lick a crumb from the corner of his lips.
         “Mhm,” Dio hummed, hiding a smirk at the other who pursed his lips in
expectation. “Not there, Jonathan. Take off your bow and unbutton your shirt a
bit.”
         “O-Oh? All right…” Jonathan backed up an inch, and did as Dio had
asked, tossing his bow to the side. “Is this good?”
         “Yes.” Dio whispered, setting the cake and fork between them so that
he could push the other’s shirt down a bit, down his shoulders. He placed his
lips on Jonathan’s collarbone, sucking and mouthing at it while his hands
caressed his pecs before moving downward, to press into his squishy abdomen.
Jonathan sighed happily, resting his hands on Dio’s shoulders. The blond
pressed his kisses lower, toward Jonathan’s nipple, before taking it into his
mouth. It hardened quickly, and he put his lips around it, letting his tongue
out a bit to lick flat against it. The erection in his pants grew, and only
then did Dio pull away and feed Jonathan the rest of the red velvet cake.
         “Next bite - open wide.”
         Jonathan did, and smiled when he recognized the flavor immediately.
“Pound cake.”
         “Good boy!” He heard, before he was fed the rest. “Come closer, Jojo.”
         “Hmm?” The younger boy hummed, before lowering himself down a bit. He
felt Dio lick at the corner of his mouth, before he licked a line to his ear.
His face was held then, in a pleasant manner, and then turned to the side.
“What…” He laughed breathlessly, before he heard a loud wet noise - Dio had
kissed his ear. “Oh.” his response was almost inaudible, but his reaction was
certainly apparent - his ears turned pink and his cheeks flushed, the action
sending waves of arousal straight to his erection.
         Dio made a humoured noise, before kissing Jonathan’s ear again, on the
lobe, up, dragging his lips to the tip before licking into the hole. Jonathan
jumped shortly, giggling - it both tickled and felt amazing, making him shiver
as chills prickled down his spine. The blond rubbed a thumb against the other’s
soft, pliable cheek, it felt like satin. His lips traveled lower until he took
the lobe of Jonathan’s ear into his mouth, sucking on it - it too was squishy
and soft. Jonathan could hear Dio’s breathing very clearly, especially when he
let out breathy little moans, and his erection was beginning to hurt, pressing
so hard against his breeches. He couldn’t help but moan louder when Dio
switched ears, and began rubbing at his distending belly.
         Dio kissed his ear, “Do you like it when I touch you here?” He asked,
voice hushed and sultry, his hand went a bit lower, rubbing nice circles into
the other’s lower abdomen.
         “Yes,” Jonathan breathed, biting at his lip - and then the blond
pulled away.
         “Good. Now, for the last section of the cake,” He stabbed at the
mystery flavor, before bringing a bite to Jonathan’s lips and pressing it into
his mouth, “What is it?”
         Jonathan took a moment, brows furrowing in puzzlement, for he had no
clue - “Uhm, hmm…” He gave a lopsided frown, “Another bite, if you’d please.”
And even then, he couldn’t place the taste. “I’m sorry, but… I’m afraid I don’t
know…” he pouted - he’d lost the surprise.
         Dio clicked his tongue thrice, “Awwh, Jojo. You were doing so well.”
He delicately removed the blindfold, and tucked it into his pocket. “There will
be no second part of the gift for you, now.” And then, when he saw pathetic
tears welling up in Jonathan’s eyes, he added, “But allow me to make it up to
you.” The boy on his lap sniffled, already smiling - something told Dio that
perhaps Jonathan’s actions just a moment ago had been an act. Such as selfish
boy. “But first you must finish the cake.”
         Jonathan at once pouted, “But I’m full… If I eat another bite I fear I
will pop a button!” He looked to his shirt as if for emphasis, and indeed what
little buttons were left buttoned were straining against the fabric over the
boy’s utterly stuffed tummy. Dio raised a brow, but he would not relent.
         “Now, Jojo - you know very well that you agreed to finish this cake
before the game began. Were you lying?”
         Jonathan’s pout deepened, but he nodded childishly, “Fine, I will eat
it.”
         Dio smiled and pressed the next bite to the other’s lips, “Good boy.”
         Except when Jonathan next took a deep breath, indeed, a button from
his shirt had popped off, launching itself at Dio’s finger.
         “Ouch!” The blond exclaimed, dropping the fork. Jonathan’s face grew
an impossible shade of pink; which spread down his neck, his embarrassment so
great,         “I- I’m terribly sorry, forgive me!” And then, to top it all
off, he burped, loud and clear. Actual tears brimmed his eyes then, “E-Excuse
me.” He peeped, hiding his horribly ashamed red face. But he peeked through his
fingers when Dio laughed. Dio laughed so hard the plate of remaining cake fell
to the floor and he had to wipe his own tears away, wincing as he had swiped at
his lashes with his pained finger.
         “My, Jonathan,” he giggled, running a hand through his golden locks,
“That was hilarious.”
         Said Joestar, however, was none too charmed by their outbursts, and
his voice trembled with yet-shed tears, “I don’t find it funny in the least.”
         “Oh, Jojo, I’m sorry.” Dio’s smile lessened, “I didn’t mean to offend
you.” He pulled him closer, and kissed his heated cheek, “Forgive me, truly, I
was not laughing at you.” Jonathan didn’t look convinced, but Dio could tell he
was getting there. He spoke again, “Now, let me make it up to you, brother… lay
back against me, would you?”
         Jonathan silently followed his words, and re-positioned himself in
Dio’s lap, his back against the other’s lean figure. “Good… now relax.” Pale
hands slid down the boy’s sides, before pulling out his mostly unbuttoned dress
shirt and unbuttoning it all the way. Then they unbuttoned Jonathan’s slacks
and unzipped them, before Dio’s left hand slipped inside his undergarments.
Jonathan inhaled sharply, hips jolting a bit.
         “Shhh…” Dio called from behind, using his free hand to lower the boy’s
shirt so that he could place sweet kisses to his brother’s muscular, sun-kissed
shoulder. The hand in Jonathan’s undergarments pulled his arousal out, and
began stroking the hardened length as the other hand worked on his bulging
belly, rubbing it in a soothing manner. Dio began licking at Jonathan’s skin,
leaving kisses up to his ear before putting his lips around it and sucking, his
sighs of pleasure falling right into Jonathan’s ear. It made Jonathan shiver,
and he moaned, a hand gripping the arm of the chair as the other fell onto the
blond’s hand that pleasured him,
         “Dio, soon-”
         “What’s soon, darling?”
         Jonathan thrust into his hand, before whining, “My… my-.”
         Another moan in his ear had him clutching Dio’s hand, helping him get
himself off, as the other’s pressure on his stomach increased.
         “Ah, ah-- Dio!” Jonathan’s breath hitched, before his hips jolted and
he came, his come splattering onto his stomach in an unusually large amount. He
breathed heavily, shivering as he shrugged his shirt up, “Dio,” He repeated,
before tilting to kiss at his brother’s jaw, “That was grand.”
         “Mm. Happy Birthday, Jojo.” Dio said gently, nuzzling his face into
the other’s neck and kissing.
         Jonathan smiled, taking Dio’s hands in his before kissing them. “May
many more come, with you by my side.”
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry (if you're reading this) if you wanted to read this for
     Jonathan's birthday but don't like this kink... maybe next chapter
     will be more pleasant
***** Close Encounters of the Nonconsensual Kind *****
Chapter Summary
     Jonathan rapes Dio.
Chapter Notes
     So yeah, beware of the noncon ahead if you so choose to read this
     chapter. Also blood & violence.
     ...about the chapter title: I love that movie ok and it just fits
     because... well you'll see, if you read
     *just to make it clear: There are no aliens. sorry folks.
     I dreamt this last night and decided to share (yeah I have some
     pretty bad dreams, many of them haha... does my traumatic childhood
     make me cool? the answer is no)
         “Dio?” Jonathan calls uncertainly from the grand doorway, peering into
the seemingly unoccupied library of the Joestar mansion - “Dio, are you in
here?” He takes a step inside before he retracts the notion, feeling strangely
hesitant. His heart is pounding erratically against his chest for no seemingly
reason, and he jumps when he hears his name uttered from behind.
         “Dio?” He asks, quick to look behind him and squint into the long,
dark hallway. “Where are you, brother?” He closes the library doors and walks
toward the sound of footsteps, but he feels no presence.
         “Where is it, then?” He hears, in a familiar, deep voice. “Jojo, are
you deaf?”
         “What?” Jonathan asks to the inky blackness ahead, perplexed, “What
are you talking about? --Dio?”
         “Must I repeat myself?”
         He stops short when he reaches a door; and he timidly turns the handle
before pushing it open, he is led outside. It is dawn, the sky a shade of both
light blue and dark blue, with a curious lack of the sun’s rays - there is a
single, white cloud in the sky, small, almost invisible. Jonathan looks down
then, to the trees, which shake noisily in the cold morning fog. “Dio?” He
calls out again, looking about - and he finds his brother sitting at a glass
table, fiddling with a red scarf. He briskly makes way to him, he who looks
impatient and bounces his foot restlessly with his legs crossed.
         “You’ve arrived?” Dio asks, but every word that escapes his dusky pink
lips only confuses Jonathan further - were they supposed to make sense?
         “What are you talking about?” he finally whispers in response, trying
to convey how utterly confused he is to the other. Was that so hard to grasp?
He sits across from Dio in a glass chair, the seat cold and wet against his
bottom. As Dio does not immediately respond, he lets his gaze wander back to
the sky, which shows no sign of the sun’s rise. The cold breeze was beginning
to become unbearable, and he sighs a long breath, only to watch his exhalation
come out in white puffs. He turns back to Dio then, “Would you answer me
already, please?”
         But Dio only gazes into his eyes, expression blank as he continues to
rub his thumbs into the soft fabric of the scarf he has in hand. His honey-
colored eyes look a soft brown in the dim light, and Jonathan finds himself
quite uneasy, feeling something akin to apprehension curl in the pit of his
stomach - “What are you staring at?”
         The blond tilts his head, crosses his arms over the table and leans
in, his lips quirking up and down minutely as though he wants to speak, though
he can’t will himself to. But he remains ever silent, blinking at Jonathan -
Jonathan, who finds himself growing exceedingly maddened by his brother’s lack
of verbal response. He stands abruptly, brows arched, “Well?”
         And then he hears it - Dio scoffs - he actually has the audacity to
scoff at Jonathan, who is just so confused and irritated. Was Dio trying to
play a game? It certainly wasn’t funny. He raises a fist to the other, a weak
threat, “Why won’t you speak to me?”
         “Have I angered you?” Dio asks, his baritone voice finally ringing in
the other’s ears again. He stands as well, with much more poise, and tosses the
crimson cloth to Jonathan. The boy catches it, looking at it, turning it over
in his hands - but it’s just a piece of fabric, with no design and no stains.
He looks back to Dio, dumbfounded as he was,
         “What are you playing at, brother?” He asks, vehement. He feels he may
explode with the anger he feels when again, Dio does not utter a word. He
throws himself at the pale boy, tackling him to the ground, the cloth
forgotten, “Say something, damn you!” He allows a curse to pass his lips, his
white breath clouding over the blond’s face, which is once more fixed in a
blank gaze. They breathe heavily together, before Dio shoves him off to the
side - but Jonathan will not have that. Dio had provoked him, after all - what
say he to get away with pestering him so needlessly? No, Jonathan would not
allow the other such a simple escape.
         When Dio begins to crawl away, Jonathan catches his ankle in a firm
grip, yanking him back with a growl, reveling in the yelp he is rewarded with
from the other. His brother’s black dress shoe is discarded as he is forced
before the other, and Dio does well to try to kick him away, but Jonathan
catches his foot and flips him onto his back. “Not today, Dio.” Is all Jonathan
has to say for Dio to understand -
         He lets out a panicked gasp when Jonathan turns him onto his stomach,
and takes hold of his wrists, pressing them into his back. Dio whines under him
as the grip on his wrists harden, forcing them together, bone pressing to bone,
and Jonathan swiftly tugs down his breeches and undergarments, revealing his
bare bottom to the cold of the morning air. The blond finally screams then, but
finds that he has no control over his legs, no matter how much he wishes to
will them to move. His arms squirm, but he freezes when he hears the clink of
Jonathan’s belt.
         “Stop,” The blond finally rasps pathetically, but he is completely
powerless, weak before the other who shoves his hardened length into him
suddenly, dry. He cries out, voice hitching, and he begins to jerk his arms
about more manically, frantic to release himself as he tries to pull his hips
away, “Stop!”         He lets out a long, hoarse, sob-ridden scream when
Jonathan snaps his captive wrist. With one hand holding Dio’s uninjured arm to
his back, the other shoves his face into the wet, cold grass below, as he
pistons his hips into Dio’s backside. Dio feels a pop when his nose makes
contact with the ground, and soon enough he feels a heated liquid soak into the
mud. Blood trickles down the blond’s pale, trembling thighs.
         “God, Jojo, please… st-stop-!” Dio wails, but he inhales sharply
before continuing his sobs, his torn hole in unimaginable, excruciating pain -
it made his vision spot, and he stares blankly as Jonathan raped him,
inexorable. He gasped once more when he felt something hot shoot into him, up
his rectum, before Jonathan finally pulled away, his prick coated in blood. He
flipped Dio over then, and just before his fist collided with the boy’s tear,
blood and mud stained cheek, Jonathan jerked awake, sitting up in his bed.
         He looks around, breath oddly calm, but his heart is pounding so hard
against his chest he can hear it in his ears, feel it in his neck. “A
nightmare?” He thinks, swallowing hard as he stares into the darkness of his
room, “What have I done…” Impulsively, he throws his blanket away from himself
in a blur, stumbles out of bed, and races to Dio’s bedroom, pounding
incessantly at the door.
         When the door is finally opened, Jonathan feels only a brief moment of
relief - before he is smacked across the face with a book. Dio turns on the
light then, and gasps at his brother on the floor, who is groaning, “My,
Jonathan, it’s just you! You scared me half to death.” He helps the other up,
but Jonathan is already sputtering, gawking at the blood that runs down the
other’s lips and chin.
         “D-Dio, you’re bl-bleeding!” He stutters, for he is so frightened, so
frightened, it was just a dream, just a dream -
         “I woke to a nosebleed, not a minute ago-” The blond stops to swat at
Jonathan’s hands which reach for him, “And stop fussing over me! What is the
meaning of this, Jojo? It is hardly 3am.”
         But Jonathan is looking at him with tears in his crystal blue eyes,
wide with concern, “I’m sorry,” he offers softly, meaning so much more than
just those flimsy words, “Forgive me-- I just… I had a bad dream. I’m sorry,
goodnight.”
         And he leaves. Dio watches after him as he dabs at his nose with a red
handkerchief, absentmindedly rubbing his wrist. “Does he know? That horrid
dream I had just moments ago...”  He muses, stepping back into his room and
closing the door softly, “I wonder...”
***** Come to Me, My Angel *****
Chapter Summary
     In some alternate universe, Jonathan gets to be the present father of
     George II (Jorge) he was so sadly denied in canon. Dio is his son's
     friend; except he may or may not have a not-so secret crush on the
     boy's father.
Chapter Notes
     What are these curious ‘morals’ u speak of? None to be had here, in
     this chapter: underage, age difference, daddy kink, lactation,
     urophagia & hygrophilia (arousal from bodily fluids; like saliva and
     tears.)
     I started writing this a month ago but got Embarrassed™ and had to
     stop. I’ve never written anything dirtier than this, but yeah, this
     is what gets me [coughs dramatically] going; also here’s some soft
     shota Dio.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
         The second Jonathan’s bottom barely grazed the seat, the doorbell
rang, loud and booming. A moment of relaxation stolen - but he stood up
nevertheless to answer. Opening the door, his gaze trailed down to see the
neighbor's young son, Dio. Instantly he smiled tenderly,
         “Why, hello there, Dio. Come to see Jorge?” he asked with curious
crystal blue eyes, minutely lifting a brow.
         “Yes, Mr. Joestar. I know it’s a little late, I’m terribly sorry-” the
pale, blond haired boy checked his wristwatch, reading 5pm, “But I just wanted
to visit for a bit, if that is fine by you.”
         “Mm,” The man hummed, “I see. Come on in, then." he opened the door
wider, letting the boy in. “Take a seat and I’ll go get him.” he stated simply,
before he shut the door and locked it.
         Dio did as he was told, and watched the exceedingly tall, muscular man
walk upstairs. Hesitantly, he glanced from his dark, wavy locks to his plump
bottom, which was adorned thinly by the elaborate, effeminate robe that he
wore. He gulped, finding his face feeling a bit hot, and turned his fiery eyes
to his hands, which were laced together in his lap, a tad sweaty.
         Upstairs, Jonathan gently rapped on his little boy's door, waiting a
moment before calling,
         "Jorge; you have company, Dio is here."
         After moments of no response, Jonathan opened the door to reveal that
Jorge had fallen asleep on the floor while playing with his dolls. He smiled at
the scene and stepped inside quietly. He picked his son up gently; from a small
puddle of drool on the rug and laid him in bed, pulling the blanket up before
kissing his forehead.
         "Dream sweetly." he whispered softly, before exiting.
         Downstairs, Dio looked up meekly when he heard approaching footsteps.
Jonathan sat next to the boy on the chesterfield then, and for a moment all
that could be heard was the distant instrumental music coming from the record
player. Soon enough, Jonathan spoke,
         "I'm sorry, but it seems Jorge has fallen asleep. Would you object if
I were to entertain you in his stead?"
         "Oh, all right." The boy agreed, swallowing hard. Heart pounding, he
felt a little nervous. He found he could not look at him directly in the eye at
the moment, his eyes resting on the man's soft, large hands which were placed
gracefully on his clothed knees. Dio cleared his throat hastily,
         "M-Mr. Joestar... uhm." He cleared his throat again, hoping to regain
a bit of the poise he had when he stood at the door, "I would be most sorry to
intrude, but, I am a little cold. Would you, perhaps... hold me?" he blushed,
finding his words so terribly indecent.
         "Of course, come," Jonathan smiled gingerly, and the blond boy smiled
back, a little embarrassed, but his feelings were put at ease. He scooted
forward, and felt Jonathan's muscular arm wrap around him, holding him close.
The other wrapped around his waist, holding him carefully. Dio's hands stayed
in his lap, as he leaned into the warm caress, childishly pleased. His father
certainly never showed such kindness; not that he would have welcomed it
anyway, and he found himself craving much more of Jonathan's comforting
embraces. After all, he came over to escape his own horrible, abusive father.
Jonathan's chin rested comfortably on Dio's head, nestled in his satin-like
golden hair, and he began to hum something sweet.
         Dio let a blissful sigh escape him then, and he snuggled closer to the
man's heated chest. Upon hearing him giggle, he opened his eyes he hadn't known
he'd shut. He realized the soft, squishy material his face was pressing into
were Jonathan's large, radiating pecs.
         "Your breathing, it tickles." He giggled quietly again, and began
petting the boy's wavy hair, threading his fingers through it calmly. "You like
to cuddle, don't you, Dio?"
         Speechless at the candid affection, Dio nodded. "Mhm." He offered, and
hesitantly rested his face between the man’s irresistible breasts again,
intrusive as he was; hoping Jonathan wouldn't get mad. To his gleeful surprise,
he didn't.
         "Such a child... you're my darling." Jonathan cooed in return,
surprising the other greatly, the hand he now had on his hip rubbing soft
circles. The boy blushed, and something ran down his spine and pooled in his
groin area.
         He looked up, then, to meet beautiful crystal blue eyes with his
honey-colored ones, "I'm yours?" Dio asked, bewildered.
         "Mhm, that's right. Let daddy warm you up, my boy." Jonathan said in a
hushed tone, and Dio watched as he parted his lips, wetting them with his
tongue, and kissed him. The little boy, shocked, stared at Jonathan's closed
eyes, before deciding to close his own as well. He kissed back as well as he
could, with curious purses of his lips. Before long, the man's tongue entered
his mouth, licking his own. He tasted faintly of sweet fruit; intrigued, Dio
found himself licking back at it more, and he began to suck on the wet muscle
as though it were candy. Jonathan sighed softly, and the noise only served to
provoke the blond more, whatever it was that was making his slacks tighten
seemed to grow. He moaned quietly as he kissed him more deeply, loving the
taste of Jonathan’s sweet saliva.
         Jonathan didn't mind in the slightest, opening his mouth a bit wider
to give the boy a little more access. Dio licked up the drool that began to
trail down the other's chin before giving him a nice, closed kiss. Jonathan's
warm hands caressed each side of his face and his lips proceeded to lavish it
with short kisses, before returning to his mouth.
         He moaned and hummed as they kissed, their tongues rubbing together
delightfully. They pushed and rolled like waves crashing into each other's
mouths, their wet, spit-laved lips making tingle-inducing noises fill the
living room. After a few minutes of pleasant lip-smacking, the man withdrew,
tongue pulling out of the boy's mouth with a trail of spit - to which the boy
took care of. They looked into each other's lidded eyes, and Dio didn't know
what to do next. He felt very good, but his pants were starting to hurt him for
unknown reasons.
         With little effort, Jonathan suddenly lifted Dio and sat him on his
lap, facing him. His slim thighs laid at each side of his hips, with his crotch
pressing into his toned abdomen, which was strangely hard in the lower region.
Jonathan caressed his face in his hands, looking into his eyes with pure
endearment. "Are you still cold?"
         Dio nodded wordlessly, bashfully returning his gaze. He jumped a bit
when Jonathan took hold of his hands in each of his, and pressed them to his
large, warm pectorals, which were... very large. The blond swallowed nervously,
and gave them a nice squeeze. They gave under his grip, squishy and soft.
Honey-colored eyes stared at the man's strangely attractive cleavage, as he
pulled down the thin fabric of Jonathan's soft robe in his leisure, revealing
his amaranth pink nipples. Subconsciously, he licked his lips, gaze flickering
to the man's. Silent, Jonathan nodded as he breathed a bit faster, chest rising
and falling in an oddly attractive manner as Dio buried his face between his
tits. They smelt faintly of rose soap and perfume, which he found most pleasing
and soothing.
       After sufficiently sating his need to rub his face between them, Dio
moved so he snuggled near his right breast, which seemed to be a bit bigger
than the other. Curiosity piqued, he took the areola of it into his mouth,
taking good care to not used his teeth harmfully. Jonathan gasped, and pet his
shimmering gold locks, encouraging him. Dio lapped at his nipple with his
tongue, wet and warm. It was very smooth under his muscle, and he took it into
his mouth fully. Jonathan moaned gently when he began to suckle on the nipple,
Dio's soft, wet noises making him rub his thighs together.
         Suddenly, a warm, sweet substance flowed into Dio's mouth. Surprised,
he pulled back to see Jonathan's nipple form droplets of milk. He looked up to
him, but Jonathan only moaned, and pressed Dio's face back onto his tit,
letting the milk gush into the boy's mouth at a slow, steady pace. Dio
swallowed it all, suckling and milking the hardened flesh with his lips when he
wanted more. The taste was unique, sort of sweet - sort of thick but just
right. As Jonathan nursed the boy, his hand that wasn't holding his head in
place found rest on his little bottom. Although clothed by thick slacks, he
fondled it all the same, rubbing it in a calm manner.
         Dio hummed covertly as he drank, his lips puckered against Jonathan's
breast, he found pleasure in every drop Jonathan had to offer. As the warm milk
went down his throat, filling him, he let out a cute moan. Once he felt himself
rather full, he pulled away, making sure to lick the nipple a bit before laying
his head on the breast, resting peacefully with a small smile.
         "I take it you like it, hmm?"
         "Yes, Daddy." Dio replied, in bliss - he'd never tasted something so
sweet in his life, and milk of all things.
         "Mmm," Jonathan purred, "Do you want to know what else tastes just as
good?" He looked to him, lifting his chin a bit - the little boy nodded
eagerly,
         "Yes, I think I would like to taste it."
         Jonathan smiled, "Such a good boy... I will let you, then. Sit on the
floor between my knees, Dio."
         Dio at once followed his instructions, happily sitting on his knees in
front of his muscular legs. Jonathan then lifted his beautiful robe before he
spread his legs, revealing his hot, glistening cock that stood entirely erect.
The boy's eyes widened, he hadn't seen an erection before - and it definitely
didn't look like what usually occupied his undergarments. "I-Is that... what
yours always looks like?"
         "Haha, no, Dio. Just lick and suck on it, and if you’re a good boy,
I'll reward you.” Jonathan let his thin robe bundle at his hips, spreading his
thighs a bit wider. As one hand gripped the fabric in place, his other hand
gently coaxed the boy's head closer, and Dio scooted forward. Dio's delicate,
soft hands held Jonathan's thighs as he pressed his face to his crotch, letting
his tongue flick out to touch the curious length. The head of Jonathan's prick
was silky in his mouth, and he sucked on it for a moment before licking a line
to the base of the member. Jonathan's hips jolted at the wet touch, and Dio
pressed onward, encouraged. He caressed the erection with his velvety lips,
kissing it openly and sucking before letting it into his mouth so his tongue
could trail along it. The man moaned quietly above him, holding his head
closer. "Yes, there, my angel... ahh," He panted.
         Dio was quick to satisfy him, fervent, his tongue slipping out so that
it could prod at the slit on the tip. He licked long and slow around it,
hearing Jonathan’s pleas, before moving back to the base. Jonathan was leaking
a curious fluid, viscous white beads forming and collecting at the head of his
cock. The little boy at once licked it up, before the man pressed him harder
onto himself, making him take his dick deeper into his mouth just a bit,
"Here," he started, breathless, "For such a good boy -"
         And Dio was astonished to find Jonathan releasing his ejaculation...
as well as his full bladder's contents into his waiting mouth. He swallowed it
quickly, and when the stream slowed he savored the flavor. A bit sweet, a bit
salty - watery. He whined against Jonathan, horny, piss leaking down the corner
of his mouth, but he wanted all of it. Frenzied, he lapped from the source,
loving his daddy's tasty fluid. He continued to drink his urine until there was
no more left, and he licked him clean. Dio looked up to him then, his shirt a
bit soaked, to see his approving smile.
         "Such a good, good boy..." Jonathan cooed, "Come to me, my angel,
discard that confining bottom clothing. Stand up here in front of me."
         Dio mumbled an affirmation before standing, kicking off his shoes and
unbuckling his belt. An intense blue gaze watched him as he unbuttoned his
pants and shoved them down, along with his undergarments. He stepped out of
them, along with his socks, nudging them away before stepping up to the man.
Jonathan gave him a soft expression, sat back, and lifted him to stand between
his thighs. “Now a reward for you, baby.” His masculine hands stroked Dio’s
excitedly trembling thighs, “I want you to relax, all right? Hold onto me if
you must.”
         “Yes, Daddy.” Dio only hesitated for a brief second before resting his
hands on Jonathan’s forearms, the sleeves of the man’s robe bunching at his
elbows. He followed the movement as Jonathan’s hands began unbuttoning his
glaringly white dress shirt, pulling the fabric away to unveil Dio’s adorable,
pale pink nipples. Radiating hands on his waist pulled him closer, and Jonathan
sighed breathily against his chest, mouth open. The blond shivered, his arousal
paining him; and he gasped shortly when Jonathan began dragging his flat tongue
across his nipple, licking it slowly. Dio’s hands then flew into the man’s
hair, cradling his head, and he whimpered when Jonathan kissed a line down,
down his abdomen.
         “Ohh, Daddy,” He squeaked, Jonathan’s heated, wet lips sucking gently
at his pale, scarcely bruise-ridden skin.
         “I only kiss it better, I promise you, my love.” He said in a gentle,
gentle tone - it made Dio’s heart race, his fingers lacing through the other’s
silken hair, dark and glorious - and his breath caught when Jonathan suddenly
lifted one of his legs and slung it over his shoulder.
         “Daddy..?” He asked, blinking away a tear.
         “Shh, shhh…” Jonathan soothed, a hand rubbing the blond’s soft skin
while the other took hold of his undersized erection. Dio breathed a bit
quicker, anxious - and he jumped, breath hitching when the man’s hand slid up
his thigh, under, and caressed his bottom. He licked along Dio’s length, moving
down to suck at his balls before reaching his tongue further, letting it graze
the boy’s hole. It twitched under his touch and Jonathan smiled, rimming it a
bit before returning his attention to the boy’s balls.
         They were appropriately small and smooth, the blond lacking pubic hair
as it had yet to grow, and Jonathan’s smile grew. His lips mouthed at the
flesh, and he reveled in the sounds Dio was making in consequence. His hard
prick began to leak small droplets of precum, rolling down the heated length,
and Jonathan’s tongue licked it up, the seed collecting on the tip of his
tongue before he finally took the erection into his mouth.
         Dio keened; the sensation was so incredibly strange - Jonathan’s
tongue moved and suddenly there was more suction around his dick, and it kept
moving, pressing against the underside of his dick, then moving back to rub
against the head of it. The boy’s hips buckled, and he breathed a quick
apology, not expecting the jerk. Jonathan only chuckled, the vibration from it
making the blond shudder. The heel of his leg that had been placed over the
man’s shoulder dug into the shoulder blade, Dio’s approaching orgasm making him
squirm.
         “Don’t stop, please,” He begged desperately, and Jonathan hummed,
taking the boy deeper into his mouth. He swallowed around the tip of it that
just barely reached the back of his throat, and Dio threw his head back,
mewling, his hips lurching. The sudden movement made Jonathan pull away, a tad
taken off guard, and just then Dio came. His ejaculate spurted and splashed
against Jonathan’s cheek and lips, some landing in his agape mouth. They both
panted, and when Dio regained himself, looking down, he gasped.
         He retracted his leg and lowered himself, caressed Jonathan’s face in
his hands, and licked up his cum from his cheek, then his lips, then his tongue
entered the other’s mouth, licking at his own. Jonathan grinned, pulling the
blond close and giving him sweet open kisses, to which the boy accepted gladly.
He sat on Jonathan’s lap again, and the man embraced him, letting Dio rest his
head on the junction of his neck and shoulder as he stroked his smooth back,
lackadaisical. “Dio, I want to hear you say that you love me.”
         Dio sighed pleasantly, nuzzling against Jonathan’s neck and pressing
feather-like kisses to it, his arms wrapping a bit tighter around it, “I love
you so, so much… Daddy.”
         “My beloved angel, I love you too.” He squeezed the boy comfortably in
his arms, to which Dio laughed breathlessly at.
         “More than anything.”
Chapter End Notes
     I told you this chapter would be sinful.
     Let it be known that I only have those BAD bad kinks for fiction
     okay.
***** Until Dawn *****
Chapter Summary
     Dio wakes Jonathan up from a deep sleep to have sex. That's it.
Chapter Notes
     2 chapters in one day! Just in case you wanted to skip that super
     sinful one, here's a more acceptable chapter.
     *I was on a blog on tumblr and. This happened: somnophilia/verging
     somnophilia, multiple orgasms, cum slut Dio (praise jesus) & slight
     kopophilia. For M.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
         “Who-!” Jonathan gasps, abruptly waking from a deep sleep, a large
weight on his chest. There is a pair of lips on his own, and he quickly rolls
over and pins whoever is on top of him under him. His face softens when he
realizes it was only his brother; “Dio!” The grip he has on the boy’s night
shirt lessens, “What..? Why were you…”
         “Shh,” Dio simply whispers, raising a finger to Jonathan’s lips. “Just
kiss me.” He takes the other’s face in his hands and pulls him down, pressing
soft kisses to his cheek, to the corner of his lips, before finally giving an
open-mouthed kiss, his tongue finding way into Jonathan’s mouth. After the
kiss, the younger pulls away, face both incredulous and pleased, he smiles,
         “This isn’t like you,” he whispers, kissing Dio chastely, “What’s
gotten into you tonight, brother?” He lowers himself to drag his lips sensually
down and up the blond’s exposed neck, before kissing and sucking at his
jawline. Dio releases an airy laugh, quiet,
         “I only woke with a need to have you, is all - is that too much to ask
for?”
         “At this hour?” Jonathan looks to the tall clock behind them, reads
early 5am, then he looks back to Dio, “Perhaps - but I don’t care.” He then
promptly goes back to lavishing the other in kisses, unbuttoning his nightshirt
to expose more of his brother’s flawless, pale skin.
         But Dio stops him there, putting a hand to Jonathan’s muscular
shoulder, “Wait,”
         At once Jonathan perks up, “What is it, my love?”
         “Skip the foreplay, I want you to take me now, as I am.”
         “But… but-” Jonathan begins to protest, before he’s pushed away and
Dio sits up, throws his night pants to the floor, hooks his hands under his
knees and spreads his legs - Jonathan gulps when he sees Dio’s wet entrance.
Still, he does not understand - and so Dio speaks up for him,
         “Do you truly think a kiss was all it took to wake you?”
         And then it made sense. Jonathan flares, “You-- Y-You, while I was
asleep…” He looks to his seed which spills onto the sheets from Dio, and he
averts his gaze, scandalized, but incredibly aroused. He clutches his fist, “I
would’ve liked to experience that… awake.”
         “Oh trust me, you enjoyed it… but I will not deny you now. Come
closer, Jojo…” Dio lays back again, and turns to get on his hands and knees,
crossing his arms. “Like this.”
         “As you say,” Jonathan breathes, pulling at his drawstring to loosen
his night pants. They fall and bunch at his knees, and now that he is aware of
happenings before he awoke, he realizes his erection is already slick. He feels
his cheeks heat and sweat build on his forehead, he’s so nervous - he places a
hand on his brother’s ass before pushing in quite easily. They both gasp
shortly, Jonathan releasing an anxious breath he’d been holding. He smiles,
though, when Dio hums, and begins pressing his bottom against his hips, eager.
         “Spill inside again, I want to feel it.” Dio mewls, and Jonathan is
quick to satisfy him, not wasting a moment to begin pounding into the other.
The bed rocks violently with their movement, slamming against the wall and
making the picture frames that adorn it tremble - Dio laughs breathlessly,
panting and moaning at once, “Yes, faster,” he encourages, and he lets out a
pleased sigh when Jonathan shortly reaches orgasm. Above him, the other is
panting, sweat dripping down his brow, to his cheek, and off his chin.
         “I can’t go on, Dio… I’m too tired.” The boy sinks down and leans
against him, his heartbeat erratic against the blond’s back. Dio groans, the
excessive cum drizzling out of his hole only making his dick harden all the
more.
         “You can, Jojo, again - make me cum. Again and again and again.” He
turns and Jonathan plops down on his stomach into the bed in consequence,
before Dio turns him over and sits on his thighs. “We’re doing this until I am
satisfied. I don’t care how tired you are… how fatigued you may feel, I don’t
even care if you go dry. You are going to fuck me until dawn . Is that clear?”
His words succeed in arousing Jonathan into another erection, from both arousal
and maybe a bit of fear. The Joestar remains silent, though, until Dio sits on
his dick again, to which he gasps at,
         “Is that clear?” The blond repeats, punctuating with a roll of his
hips. Jonathan licks his lips, nodding,
         “Yes… your wish is my command.”
         The ends of Dio’s lip curls upward then at the other’s words, and he
dons a pleased expression. “Good boy.” He lifts himself a bit. “Now get started
on satisfying my needs, my dear, before I feel a punishment should be
considered.”
         True to his words, Jonathan starts thrusting, strongly at first,
before he begins to pant - and his hips stutter, and whimpers escape his lips.
It is obvious his stamina is drained, his brows furrowing in concentration. “D-
Dio… I c-can’t--...” He begins, but stops when Dio starts riding him, grinding
on his cock. He throws his head to the side, vision swimming, he lets out
ragged breaths. Dio chuckles,
         “Keep your eyes open, Jojo. Don’t you dare fall asleep on me.” The
blond chides, and he quickens his pace, making himself cum all over Jonathan’s
chest. This makes a question rise from the other,
         “Dio, I hope you’ve pleasured yourself as much as you’ve me while I
slept, but where…” his sentence trails off in his shyness, and Dio allows
himself a laugh.
         “Jonathan, my quaint little dog. You happily swallowed my release from
my fingers down your throat, don’t you remember? Ohh, no, that’s right - you
were asleep. But you’ll do it now and again, won’t you?” Jonathan ejaculates
then, provoked by Dio’s lewd words; suddenly, uttering a hoarse moan as his
load spills weakly in Dio’s ass. He is then so ready to just pass out, but Dio
keeps him awake - by pressing his fingers which are slick with cum past
Jonathan’s lips. It’s warm, and half-mindedly, Jonathan licks it up, sucking on
Dio’s fingers lazily. He opens his eyes then, when the other retracts his hand,
and he has to ask-
         “Won’t you let me rest, now?” he tries, brows upturned and begging, “I
can hardly keep my eyes open...”
         But Jonathan’s hopes shatter when Dio merely grins, “No, no, look at
the clock. The window. See how close it is to sunrise? You are so close, my
dear. Once more and it’ll all be over, I promise you.” He leans down and begins
openly kissing the other’s neck, making quick work of his nightshirt and
pulling it open so that he can take care to the muscular flesh. He bites
Jonathan’s nipple, and Jonathan yelps, eyes flashing open. The blond snickers
at him, pressing soft kisses then, sucking and leaving blemishes up and up his
neck.
         He starts moving his hips again, coaxing his brother into a last
erection, “Oh, God, Dio,” Jonathan pants, voice a few octaves higher, “I can’t,
again - please!” his previous ejaculate slips out of Dio’s entrance and
trickles down his cock, and Jonathan faces to the side, digging his head into
his pillow, vexed,  his gaze focuses on the window hazily through lidded eyes.
Finally; the break of dawn - his eyes slip shut to the sound of Dio’s panting,
and he reaches orgasm, his cum a small shot of seed.
         Only after Dio came a bit later did he realize Jonathan had blacked
out. He himself was sweating, having gone through nearly two hours of pure
euphoria combined (though Jonathan had too, even if he was asleep for most of
it), and he slips off of Jonathan, laying on his back, his breath ragged. He
closes his eyes and smiles a small, toothy grin, blissed and completely sated
as Jonathan’s semen dribbles out of his well-used hole. He’d have to punish the
other later for falling asleep before he had finished.
Chapter End Notes
     u can’t stop me from making all these references
***** Would I Lie to You? *****
Chapter Summary
     Honestly just porn without plot for this one. Jonathan just wanted to
     write in his journal, relax in his bed - but for Dio, of course, this
     is unacceptable.
Chapter Notes
     I was sinning and I came across these_images_(I_put_'em_in_one_for
     convenience) ( x )
     Gross: Reinforced pseudo-incest, they’re 14 (not even underage but
     warning anyway), hot-dogging & a lot of french kissing. +Naked Dio &
     clothed Jonathan (so good)
     Just in case: hotdogging is when you get someone’s genitals off by
     rubbing against it with ur asscheeks lol.
     Get rdy for some PornWithoutPlot™.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
         A gentle knock interrupts Jonathan’s writing as he lays on his bed,
his eyes quickly skimming the current sentence before he shuts his journal and
sets his pen on the desk to call, “Who is it?”
         “Your father.” Dio answers through the door, sounding quite bored.
         Jonathan rolls his eyes with a sigh and places his journal on his bed,
before grudgingly slipping out of the warmth of his comforter. He opens his
bedroom door swiftly, “‘Something you need?” He asks with a frown. Dio, for a
moment, simply stares at Jonathan with a reciprocative frown, just as
displeased - before he smiles faintly and nods,
         “Yes, actually. May I join you?” He asks, pushing a lock of blond hair
behind his ear, and blinking innocently. Jonathan sighs once more before
stepping back, making way,
         “Sure, Dio. Are you all right? Did you need my help with something?”
He closes the door behind the boy, but stands where he is, waiting for an
answer. To his surprise, Dio begins to fidget with his hands, clasping them
together before picking at his nails.
         “I came here for your assistance, yes.” He replies, gaze lowered and
face contorted into a small pout, his cheeks burning a light pink. The
strangely submissive behavior makes Jonathan smile, both nervous and excited,
         “What’s this about?” He asks, amused, before taking a few steps to sit
on his bed. He hops on, the action sending his journal flying. “Oh, drat.”
Jonathan crosses his arms, before looking to Dio. Without a word, the blond
steps forward to retrieve the fallen journal. Except - something about the way
he moves makes Jonathan find him indecent. When his brother bends over to pick
up the journal, his obscene, black shorts hug his pert bottom - the garment was
much too small for him. Why was he wearing them? Not to mention - they really
weren’t leaving much for the imagination.
         The hems of said pant-legs squeeze Dio’s pale thighs, and the taut
fabric rides up the the crack of his ass, Jonathan could see the very outline
of his - the younger boy averts his gaze, feeling his cheeks heat immediately.
He only looks back up when he hears a soft, “Here.” and the journal is pushed
into his hands.
         “Thank you, D-” He almost passes out when he looks down and realizes
Dio is obviously not wearing undergarments, and his shorts are squeezing so, so
tightly against his flesh. What in God’s name is he thinking? “Dio.” Jonathan
finishes, before reclining on his bed, resting on his back to read what he’d
written, trying to seem nonchalant. “So uh, what was it you needed?” the boy
asks, gripping the book to his chest when Dio puts a knee on his bed, kicking
off his shoes before crawling on, settling atop him. Dio smiled saccharinely,
his honey-colored eyes softening, he takes the journal from the other’s hands
and places it to the side.
         “It’s actually what you need. We can help each other.” He cooes, his
hands finding leverage on Jonathan’s shirt. The blond sinks down, his
suspenders dropping off his shoulders as he presses his lips to Jonathan’s ear
to whisper. “I think it’s fair to say, since I took your lovely Erina’s first
kiss, you should take something of mine in return.”
         His voice is gentle, oddly warm, and it makes Jonathan’s heart race, a
prickly feeling running from his spine to his groin. Dio drops his hips then,
resting his plump bottom against Jonathan’s groin, the latter inhaling sharply
at the sensation of having his clothed cock nestled warmly between the plush
cheeks of Dio’s ass. His eyes widen, his face red, but he doesn’t know what to
say, what to think, and simply swallows, hard.
         Dio laughs then, quiet, “You’re speechless? That’s fine.” He leans
back and loosens his tie, before he throws it aside and unbuttons his collar.
“Just follow my lead, brother dear.” Jonathan gasps when Dio starts rubbing his
ass against him and lays his hands on his chest, teasing him - he begins to
grow hard, and it is then that he finally finds his words.
         “Are you mad? Get off me, you’re being o-obscene!” Jonathan weakly
tries to shove Dio off, but the boy has a tight grip on his shirt, and he
begins to pant as the blond grinds down on him harder, seemingly aroused by his
struggling.
         “That’s good, JoJo,” He utters breathlessly, rutting his hips forward
and back. “That’s very good.” He repeats, the sound of their clothes rustling
together loud in the quickly heating room. His own erection presses against the
tight confines of his thin shorts, and the sight sends Jonathan reeling. His
head presses back into the pillow and he cums in his pants, his hips jolting
and thrusting against Dio. Dio moans the other’s name serenely, now grinding
his groin faster against Jonathan to get himself off. It makes Jonathan’s heart
tremble, skipping a beat, and he unclenches Dio’s hands from the grip on his
shirt, wrapping them in his own, gentle, hold.
         “Stop, Dio,” he pleads, his cheeks a vibrant red, and Dio looks at him
through lidded eyes, appearing dejected. “You… you confuse me.” Jonathan
offers, before pushing the other off. Dio lays next to Jonathan, a little
winded and close to climax, the both of them laying on their side to talk,
         “What’s there to think about?” He asks, and he sounds genuinely
curious, a hand coming up to caress Jonathan’s cheek. The boy lets him,
         “I know you know, Dio. Don’t play dumb with me.”
         Dio’s brows turn up then, “What is it?”
         The obliviousness forces Jonathan to think hard through his post-
orgasm-addled mind, trying to piece together exactly how to phrase how wrong
what they were doing was; but those thoughts aside, he notices Dio inching
closer, raising a thigh between his heated legs.
         “Tell me JoJo, have you kissed anyone before?” He asks, fiery eyes
looking from Jonathan’s lips to his crystal blue eyes. Jonathan scoots away a
bit, vexed,
         “You can kiss me all you want.” Dio continues smoothly, taking hold of
Jonathan’s face gently in his hands, pulling him close, “Kiss me all you want.”
He repeats in a firmer tone, his voice getting quieter as he brushes his lips
against the other’s; his thigh between Jonathan’s leg edging higher, rubbing
against the other’s damp crotch. Jonathan sighs blissfully, lips parting and
brow creasing, and Dio takes that moment to kiss him wetly.
         Jonathan whimpers, Dio’s lips cold against his own, and when the other
pulls away it isn’t without sucking on Jonathan’s bottom lip a bit, nipping it
sharply. He shudders, tentatively placing a hand on the blond’s hip. Dio
doesn’t say anything, so he keeps it there, looking uncertain.
         “Dio…” Jonathan starts, but doesn’t finish, too flustered, his
thoughts racing. Dio simply smiles, keeps his eyes on Jonathan’s, and leans in
to start licking the other’s lips. Jonathan gasps, his mouth opening, and Dio
mouths at his bottom lip, before sucking it into his mouth to play with it. The
other moans, closing his eyes, but when he does Dio pulls away, leaving him
dissatisfied.
         “Eyes open.” He commands, the hand he has on Jonathan’s cheek lowering
to his jaw, “Say ‘aah’.”
         Embarrassed, Jonathan does so, and he keeps back a surprised shriek
when Dio licks his tongue, keeping eye contact with him. Dio pulls away again
then, irked, “Come now,” he chides, gripping Jonathan’s jaw and pulling it down
a bit more, “Respond to your brother’s tongue.”
         Whimpering softly, Jonathan does - when Dio’s tongue rubs against his
next he does the same, sticking it out a bit - and his breath catches when the
blond puts his lips around it. His hand on Dio’s hip jerks in reaction, landing
on the other’s ass when Dio starts sucking on his tongue. His hand grips the
boy’s bottom, but the tight shorts won’t let him indulge as much as he desires
to. Jonathan’s hips twitch in anticipation, his cock growing hard again, and he
moves his tongue over Dio’s lips, the other’s consequential moan making him
shiver.
         When Dio pulls away to start leaving kisses at the corner of his
mouth, Jonathan speaks up, “Dio, forgive me, but...”
        “Tell me what you want.” Dio voices gently, softly grinding against
Jonathan’s hips with his own. The other hesitates for a moment before
answering,
        “Please, take off your shorts. I want…” He stops, feeling Dio’s growing
smirk against his skin, lips still pressed at the edge of his lips, “I want to
touch you there, bare.”
        With a smile, Dio removes himself from the other silently, and gets off
the bed. Jonathan sits up a bit on his side, biting his lip as he watches Dio
let his suspenders drop completely and pull out his shirt to unbutton it. He
lets it fall to the floor before turning around, letting the other gaze at his
back(side) as he unzips his shorts loudly and bends over, pulling them down
along with his socks. He doesn’t see it, but Jonathan turns red at the view.
        Dio’s milky thighs look so soft and plump, they curve delightfully up
toward his brother’s supple ass, and between his cheeks; with him bending over
so far, Jonathan stares at his balls and enticing, pink hole. He bites his lip
harder, as Dio takes his sweet time removing the offending garments.
        When Dio finally rises to gaze behind him, his golden hair waving
beautifully, Jonathan averts his eyes, pressing his thighs together shamefully.
The blond looks satisfied as he climbs back onto the bed, his beading erection
leaving smudges of precum on his tummy. He lays back next to the other, nudging
his thigh to where it’d been before, between Jonathan’s legs and against his
heated crotch. “Touch me, JoJo, I want to feel it.”
        “Brother-- Dio,” Jonathan starts, placing a hand on Dio’s nude,
prominent hip, “You’re so cold…”
        “Warm me with your hands, then.” He suggests, wrapping both arms around
Jonathan’s neck and pulling him close, pressing himself against his clothed
body. He hums against Jonathan’s ear, runs his lips up and down the lobe, “Go
on, then.” He presses a kiss to the ridge, the action sending chills down
Jonathan’s spine, encouraging him to rub light circles over Dio’s hip before
touching lower, palming the boy’s soft bottom.
        Jonathan hears him sigh into his ear, loud and clear; the sound only
teasing him further. His body radiates heat, and Dio holds him closer, before
slowly beginning to rub off on him, his hot erection sliding against Jonathan’s
clothed one. The light pants that escape his lips and fall into Jonathan’s ear
only serve to spur him on, thrusting his hips and squeezing Dio’s ass in a firm
grip.
        “JoJo,” Dio whimpers, nudging his thigh against the boy’s groin, “JoJo,
I’m so close,” The blond pulls his face away from Jonathan’s ear and kisses
him,  all tongue - it’s slippery and wet, more rubbing than there is sucking,
and it’s the final push the other needs to reach his second orgasm. His back
arches and his hips jolt, his cum gushing against the fabric of his
undergarments again, and he doesn’t waste a moment to use the hand that’d been
on Dio’s bottom to get him off.
        Dio cries out quietly, getting off to Jonathan’s hand around him, his
ejaculate painting Jonathan’s fingers. He moans weakly, slumping back into the
comforter. Jonathan wants nothing more than to leave and clean himself, but
with Dio so open, he instead wraps his arms around him, resting a cheek against
the boy’s chest and listening to his quick heartbeat. He kisses there, but
remains silent - even as Dio begins to pet his hair, threading his fingers
through it, complaining rather unconvincingly that he’s smothering him.
Chapter End Notes
     Special thanks to M for helping me out in this one
***** Come on Baby, Make it Hurt so Good *****
Chapter Summary
     Dio; in love with JoJo and making one bad decision after another. He
     just wanted to masturbate, that's all - was that too much to ask for?
     Of course it was.
Chapter Notes
     I lied last chapter, this chapter is even less acceptable.
     Masturbation, anal fingering, toys (poor Dio doesn’t actually have a
     proper dildo) & tears. Also drunk Dio.
     WARNING: Later on there is Lots Of Blood. Also masochism. If ur not
     cool with that u could stop reading once Dio reaches orgasm (I’ll put
     a break just in case for you).
See the end of the chapter for more notes
        “Oh, dear!” Jonathan exclaims abruptly, having just tripped over his
shoelace. Clumsily, the hold he had on the papers he’d been carrying lessens
and they flit to the floor gracefully, unlike himself, who bites his tongue
when he lands on his face.
        “My, Jonathan!” Dio, at the top of the stairs, calls with urgency, and
maybe a tinge of humor. He briskly steps down to the stairs that Jonathan is
sprawled over, and grabs his hand, “Sit up, dear brother, what’s gotten into
you?”
        Jonathan gave only a low moan of pain as his hand cupped over his
mouth, where his lip had cracked and was bleeding. “I tripped.”
        “Well, you dolt, seems fair for one who doesn’t tie their shoelaces.”
Dio chides after examining him and seeing the rogue lace, but he helps the
younger to his feet all the same. He yanks out his handkerchief from his breast
pocket in a frivolously fancy manner and offers it to the bleeding boy, who
takes it shakily and presses it to his mouth. He speaks through it slowly,
        “I didn’t see.” He says lamely, crystal blue eyes lidded with slight
embarrassment. “Oh, could you-”
        “Of course.” Dio sighs, before picking up Jonathan’s scattered pages.
He gives a thin smile as he presses them to Jonathan’s chest, “Would you need
anything else?”
        “No,” Jonathan peeps, removing the piece of cloth from his lips, he
folds it, “Thank you, I’ll just…” He crumples the handkerchief in his hand as
he takes the papers, “I’m too preoccupied right now, 'catch you later.”
        Dio waits until he is at the bottom of the staircase before calling
out, “Jonathan.”
        “Huh, what?”
        “...Do me a favor and tie your shoelaces, please, lest you injure
yourself once again, so soon.”
        “Oh, right!”
-
        When Dio retires to his room, locking the door behind him, he is quick
to kick off his shoes, letting them fly and smack against the wall. He winces
at the impact briefly before hurriedly unfastening his belt, making his way
over to his bed. It takes him a pitiful two minutes; which is much too long, to
unlock his belt, which had decided to get caught on itself. The arousal in his
pants grows with need, and once his belt is taken care of, he rightfully shoves
down his undergarments and slacks as well as his socks. He places a knee on his
bed, a foot on the floor, and spreads his thighs while reaching for the oil on
his nightstand blindly, his heated face burying into the comforter of his bed.
        He grabs the small, medium sized bottle but when he looks at it he
grumbles. Whiskey decanter. Not exactly what he needs right now. He sets the
alcohol beside him and grabs the bottle of oil instead, but realizes he must
have knocked it over, as there is oil everywhere. “Well, fuck me. What more
could possibly go wrong? Fuck you."  He thinks, to no one in particular, and
brings his oil-laden hand to his ass.
        He wants it quick and rough, what with how erect he is, he wants to
scream and just feel the relief already. But no… Jonathan wouldn’t do that to
him; he’d take it slow, make sure he was prepped enough for him. From what
Dio’s gotten glimpses of, Jonathan is very well endowed - of course he wouldn’t
fit inside without some lots of stretching.
        Dio circles the rim of his hole with his lubed fingers before plunging
two in at once. “It’s all right JoJo, I am no fragile woman.” “Yes, but what
if… something tears… I-..”   “Don’t tell me you truly think me so delicate,
after all we’ve done together before?” The blond sinks his middle and ring
finger in deeper as he roleplays his fantasy aloud, “Mmn, see?” He moves them
in and out, spreading them apart as much as he can inside his rectum, “It’s
just for you, JoJo, only for you.” “Oh, Dio, how lascivious!”  He thinks, hears
in Jonathan’s sweet voice.
        Soon, he adds another finger, and presses them to his sweet spot. “God,
right there, JoJo,” he whines, and he moves the digits back and forth,
stretching his hole as well as pleasing himself. His cock drips with precum,
the white drops rolling down his length which stands erect against his stomach.
A deep breath escapes him, then a gasp, “Not enough,” he slacks a bit, “I bet
JoJo is bigger than this… I need something bigger.”
        Breathing heavily, he rights himself up a bit on his elbows, and looks
around his room for something, anything that could possibly be used as a
substitute for Jonathan’s length. Something thin enough to fit inside him, tall
enough to matter, and hard enough to hit him where it counts and not break. His
gaze soon falls onto the tall, cylindrical, and conveniently shaped glass
bottle of whiskey decanter he had discarded minutes ago. He’d actually stolen
it earlier from his brother for an indirect kiss - why not put it to some
actual use? His lust-addled mind doesn’t even think to assume something might
go wrong, and he grabs it, examining it for all of 1 second before deciding
yes, this will do finely.
        Next, he’s coating it in some of the oil that spilt on the nightstand,
and when he presses the top of it to his hole he realizes the cap could come
off inside him, and consequently he could have an ass full of whiskey. He
grudgingly pulls the bottle away, deciding that’s probably, definitely
unhealthy, takes off the cap, and downs the contents of the bottle quickly.
There wasn’t too much to consume, but well enough to make him damn plastered.
He sort of instantly regrets chugging the strong alcohol, but he can’t truly
bring himself to care - he licks the rim before again, pressing it to his hole.
It slips in quite easily, which surprises him, though not for long - he's had
quite a bit of practice with fingering himself as of late.
        Slowly, he presses it inside further, and he whimpers when tears blur
his vision because it just feels so good. The glass is cool against his
insides, but he has no doubt that it’ll warm with his body temperature. Pulling
it out, he then sinks it back in, deeper, “Ohh, fuck,.. Jonathan,” Dio moans,
his free hand clenching the sheets and balling into a tight fist. He tilts the
bottle upwards and downwards, and he jumps with a small squeak when it pushes
against his prostate. He smiles and cries out, “Yes, JoJo, right there.” He
imagines Jonathan would see his wishes then and fuck him mercilessly.
        The bottle smooths past and before his sweet spot, rubbing it as
quickly as he jerks his hand, and he calls out desperately, more tears filling
his eyes and falling down his cheeks, “Oh, JoJo!” He sinks his face into the
bed for some leverage so that he can use his other hand to get himself off. He
begins to pant, whining as he does while releasing small moans. “Oh, JoJo!”
 Dio repeats, plunging the bottle into his as ass far as it possibly could
without him losing hold of it, and he reaches orgasm then. He stutters pitched
nonsense as his cum shoots out and coats his shirt in thick stripes, before the
flow softens to a slow drizzle down onto the sheets below.
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        Just then, a surprising ‘pop’ and shudder inside him makes him shut up
and still at once. Something hard drops to the floor - and something familiarly
warm and thin begins to pour down his thighs.
        Dio knows it can’t be anything but the bottle he just shoved so deeply
inside himself breaking. He panics, because what the fuck do you do when a
glass bottle shatters inside your rectum? How do you explain that? “Fuck…
fuck,” Dio curses, his words slurring as the alcohol begins to finally hit him,
he pushes away from the bed and looks to the floor. The bottom of the bottle
rests on the carpet innocently, and Dio stares down at the blood that streams
down his thighs and pools at the pads of his feet, trying to comprehend through
his increasingly drunken daze.
        He drops to his knees and lifts his soiled shirt to his mouth,
clenching it between his teeth, he bends over to look at the damage. Except he
can’t see inside his asshole, of course. Aggravated quickly, he sits up and
begins unbuttoning his shirt, but his hands are shaking, unsteady and fumbling
- he rips his shirt open instead, the buttons flying to the floor. He can’t
stop the tears that rather annoyingly cloud his vision, and he squeezes his
eyes shut to make them disappear; when he opens them again it’s to see the pool
of blood gradually growing. “Oh, Christ!”
        The whiskey he’d foolishly downed earlier had thinned his blood,
letting it flow more freely - trembling, he raises a thigh higher for ease of
access and lowers a hand to his dripping, still slighty stretched entrance.
Blood in a thin stream steadily coats his hand as he reaches in, and feeling
the first shard of glass, pulls it out. It hurts so horribly he thinks he may
pass out, if not from blood loss - groaning, he throws the shard to the side
and reaches in again. A few shards come out, clattering to the floor, dressed
in a beautiful crimson. He weeps then, finally, shifting a bit, and when he
hears the crunch of glass inside him he wants to scream. It hurts so bad but -
Dio moans, his cock growing hard once more. A cold tear falls from his face as
he hits a revelation.
        Moving his fingers around inside himself, he pricks his fingertips on
the sharp glass, and a blissed sigh escapes his lips. He’s shivering violently,
exceedingly pale, sweating, and his vibrant eyes can’t seem to focus on
anything but the cooled blood before him. And so he jumps when there is a quite
obnoxious knock to his door.
        “Dio?” He just barely makes out, in that sweet voice that makes him go
crazy, “It’s Jonathan. Uhm, I know I shouldn’t be pointing fingers, but I was
wondering, perchance, if you’ve gotten a hold of my… alcohol. I know it’s bad
but I sort of-” Jonathan stops for a second, and Dio feels as though he’s
wondering as to why for an entire century. He’s panting raggedly and moaning
softly all the while, but he doesn’t take notice of this, and finally Jonathan
continues, “Are you alright in there?”
        The blond tries to speak but what comes out is a broken, pitiful
mumble, followed by a whine. He’s feeling too many things at once. He’s so, so
aroused, but also in excruciating pain, and not to mention bleeding out, from
his ass, and completely shitfaced. Despite this all, he stands, and half-
assedly rolls up his carpet and shoves it under his bed. Hearing the obvious
clatter, Jonathan speaks again, “Are you decent?” Next, he sounds much more
urgent, “I’m coming in, please excuse me.”
        “Just spectacular.”Dio hops into bed, and hides himself completely
under his velvety red comforters. Jonathan opens his door then, stepping inside
his room and closing the door behind him. Dio shivers when he hears him gasp.
        “Dio, you’re shaking like a leaf! Please, stop hiding, let me see you.”
        The blond can’t resist him. He pulls down his blankets enough to show
his face, which is as white as a sheet and shines with a thin sheen of sweat.
Jonathan pulls on the most beautiful face he’s ever seen, his eyes widen and
his brows knit together, his lips parting, “Oh, Dio..!” He cooes, sounding as
though he’s about to cry. Dio shudders, feeling a wave of excitement within
himself, and his erection that he’s hiding releases a few drops of precum.
        He shifts on his bed, wheezing lightly, the glass inside him piercing
him deeper as he rolls his eyes, whimpering like a dog. In response to this
outrageous, curious behavior, Jonathan can only ask, “What’s wrong? What
happened? Christ, I think you’ve got a fever!” His large, warm hand smooths
over Dio’s forehead, pushing away damp locks of gold, and he presses his hand
to Dio’s sweaty skin. “You’re so… cold! Brother, what-..”
        The blond opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out, instead he
focuses on the blood that trickles down his thighs and stains, seeps into his
bed. “Oh, JoJo…” he moans instead, then hums, his hand under the blankets
reaching for his dripping cock.
        “Yes, what is it? What do you need? Anything,” Jonathan offers, he
rests on his knees and sits closer, and runs a hand through Dio’s glistening
hair. “A doctor? Do you need help up? I'll carry you-”
        The other’s electric touch is what finally makes Dio cum again, his
eyes closing, he leans into Jonathan’s hand and moans his name in a garbled
manner, “Jonathan, Jonathan,” he uncontrollably bucks his hips as his seed
spills, his free hand, which he momentarily forgets is covered in blood,
escapes the blanket and grabs Jonathan’s hand, clenching it in a trembling
grip. “Oh, hold me, brother!” He commands, stroking his cock still, he milks
himself of everything he can.        Poor Jonathan thinks he’s having some sort
of seizure, dismissing the blood for a moment. He raises a bit and holds Dio
tight, trying to cease his movements, “Calm down, Dio! It’s all right, I’m
here, I’ll get a doc-”        He stops when he smells the alcohol on Dio’s
breath, which huffs hotly against his neck, laden with soft sighs. He pulls
away then, “Dio, are you drunk? Did you- Did you drink all of the whiskey at
once? Where’s the bottle?!” Panicked, he stands up, and looks around. He
doesn’t see it, oblivious to the missing carpet, “Dio, please! Tell me where it
is, how much you drank!"        Instead of answering him, the other moves to
lay on his back, unfocused, he stares at the ceiling, “I’m bleeding.” he
breathes, the alcohol letting him confess.
        Jonathan is on him again at once, “Let me help you, where? Where are
you bleeding?” His eyes scan what little of the boy’s body he can, where he
doesn’t see any wound, and so swiftly, he lifts the sheets. He screams quickly
when he sees a mass of drying blood staining the white sheets below Dio’s
terribly naked body. He’s so, so confused - especially when his eyes land on
semen which sticks to his brother’s chest and stains the blanket. “Christ, Dio,
what did you do?”
Chapter End Notes
     I’m so sorry Dio (written a little humorously to tone down the gore
     lolll)
     P.S. I had to. Watch. 1guy1cup for reference (do not click that link
     unless you are ready to see real life blood and wounds, as well as
     nudity. this guy is completely naked). Also I read an interview with
     the guy and the jar shattering was a complete accident lmao… he
     handled that shit like a champion, not even a peep - his response as
     to why; “I cursed in my mind.”
***** He'd Have to Remember That Name *****
Chapter Summary
     Dio and his gang of two kidnap the obnoxious, rich Joestar boy they
     all despise for a night of shaming. (+Dio is a depraved little shit.)
Chapter Notes
     Ok I have started on part 2 of that last chapter but this happened
     first
     HEADS UP: this chapter contains rape/non-con, underage, golden
     showers & a Bad End. What can I say, getting hate provokes me to
     write the Bad it seems
See the end of the chapter for more notes
         He had awoken with a sudden, muffled cry, something he’d registered,
scratching his throat; before he realized and inevitably felt a terrible pain
seize his bottom. He was being dragged, arms under his own roughly pulling him.
His bottom was cold and wet, dragged carelessly across rocks and twigs, through
grass and mud. There was something stuffed into his mouth, almost down his
throat, and a cloth of some sort was secured tightly before his eyes.
         “Oy, I think he woke up.” He heard in front of him, a rustic voice
laced with humor. A boy.
         “How exciting, do you think he’ll put up a fight?” A voice to the side
of him asked, this one sounding younger. Yet another boy.
         “Shut up, the both of you.” Spoke a third, deep and breathy voice from
above, presumably belonging to the male dragging him. “Al, make yourself useful
for once in your damned life and bind his wrists and ankles. Everett, hold him
down.”
         His ride was abruptly stopped and he was dropped to the hard, frozen
ground with a grunt. Snow crunching beneath him and another’s steps filled his
ears more vividly than his quick pulse flooded his consciousness. His breathing
was erratic and he could feel the chilled air nip his nose, which was beginning
to run. He whimpered when he felt cold, gloved hands take his bare ones, and
pulled him to sit up. Jonathan yanked his hands away immediately, scandalized,
and he tried to lift his knee to protect himself. However, before he could,
hands gripped tightly at his ankles, and again, a pair gripped his wrists.
         Jonathan tried to scream, then, but the gag in his mouth prevented him
from sounding anything significant, making him gag instead. Laughs assaulted
his ears.
         “Did you hear that? Pathetic.” Al spat, in front of him, as he bound
Jonathan’s wrists together, painfully so.
         “Really, I might’ve mistook that for a mouse, if not a fly.” Everette
snickered, releasing hold of the boy’s ankles. Behind him, Jonathan heard the
third, unnamed other scoff as his ankles were soon bound.
         “Quiet. I don’t need to listen to your incessant banter tonight.”
         “...‘Sorry.” The two boys spoke quietly in unison, arguably loyal.
Jonathan hopelessly tried to speak up then, restless, but again, all that was
heard was a muffled cry. Until,
         “Take that wretched handkerchief of his out of his mouth. I want to
hear every scream he has to offer.”
         Jonathan gagged when the cloth and securing rope were finally yanked
from his mouth. With his throat unbearably dry, he coughed, dry heaving before
he gasped; rather weakly, his most prominent question. “What do you want?”
        In response to his question, he was rewarded with silence, then - his
back collided with a tree, after he was dealt a kick to his chest.
         “You haven’t the right to ask questions, Little Lord Fauntleroy.”
         “Aye, livin’ the rich an’ easy life-”
         “What did I just say?” The lackeys were quickly interrupted, “Leave,
or keep your mouths shut.”
         “‘Sorry. We’ll shut up now, Dio.”
          ‘Dio - their leader?’ Jonathan thought as he grit his teeth,
grimacing. He’d have to remember that name. He heard two pairs of steps walk
back a bit and another, heavier pair step forward. Bracing himself, Jonathan
tensed, ready for impact - and that’s exactly what he got - a booted foot to
the face, knocking him over onto his side. Embarrassingly, he laid in the snow,
his hair damp, and sneezed.
         “Cute.” He heard, Dio - his voice clipped and sounding none too
amused. Jonathan shuddered, sniffling quietly. His captives’ voices sounded
familiar, but he couldn’t pin faces to them for the life of him - but
especially  the one they called Dio. He’d never heard of him before, and he’d
certainly never heard a voice as baritone as his in an adolescent - or at least
he thought the boy to be an adolescent.
         He quickly remembered himself however, when “Have at him.” fell into
his ear, whispered loud enough for the others to hear. His heartbeat raced and
it provoked him into shedding fresh, salty tears, which only soaked into the
cloth atop his eyes - he could only guess what that meant, “Please, d-don’t-”
         The poor boy’s pleas were useless. Kicks of varying strength assaulted
his stomach, hands and thighs. He bit into his lip, shivering, gasping and
crying. But when he got a cruel blow to his lower abdomen -
    “-Holy shit,” Al chimed, “Joestar pissed himself!”
    “What a f-fuckin’ mess, that’s disgusting!” Everett’s teeth chattered as he
pointed and barked a laugh.
         Dio laughed as well, condescending. “Look at the nobleman’s son,
sniveling like a pup, pissing himself. My, just look at him, doesn’t he paint a
pretty picture?”
         “‘That he does.”
         Then, after a moment, Everette suggested - “Oy, I think I could use a
little relief, myself.”
         Unseen by Jonathan, the two boys looked to Dio, as if for permission -
and he nodded, a smug smile curving his lips. Jonathan’s teeth chattered as he
had to listen to the sound of belts and clothes shuffling. Twisting his wrists
in a vain attempt to free them from their binds, Jonathan jolted when he felt a
warm stream of sour, foul liquid splash against his lips. He let out a muffled
wail, closing his lips and eyes tight, another stream ran down his neck as
another hit the blindfold he wore, soaking it with rancid piss. His captives
laughed quietly before fixing themselves, and then -
         “Dio, I know you’re out there, you little whore. Get your ass over
here!” An adult voice called from a distance away, and Jonathan could hear the
faint sound of a dog barking - a policeman, maybe? One quite rude, but -
         But before he could open his mouth to scream for help he felt a bare
hand as cold as ice slap over his lips, one of the boys presumably kneeling in
front of him.
         “Drat, that’s Glover - Dio, w-we’d better book it before he finds us
‘n tears us a new one.” Al was already stepping away, looking to Everett
desperately,
         “Aye, let’s run. Come on, Dio, we can leave that lout out to freeze,
let’s go.”
         “I think I’d prefer to finish this, so go on.”
         “‘R-’Right.” Everett nodded, before looking to Al, who too nodded,
before they turned on their heels.
         Dio watched the two run off before looking back to Jonathan, whose
blood began to stain the pure snow beneath him. He removed his hand from over
the other's mouth, “Well, Joestar, it’s just the two of us now.”
         “P-p-please,” Jonathan began pitifully, shivering violently as the
snow continued to fall, his skin flushed and irritated, “Some m-mer-mercy, I
beg of yo-u.” The liquids that clung to him froze to him and made him ever more
cold.
         “Oh, no, JoJo. It’s JoJo, right? I always hear you asking people to
call you that. Don’t worry, I surely will.” Dio huffed, “Here, sit up.”
         Jonathan passively let the boy sit him upright, and he prayed for the
best, his bound hands falling onto his lap. His face and neck itched, but he
didn’t dare make a move to scratch at himself.
         “Now, Jojo,” Dio began as he stood, and once more Jonathan heard the
dreadful, sickening sound of clothes shifting that made his throat tighten,
“I’m going to make this simple. You’re going to blow me, and if you bite -
well. You’re not the only one who bites, let’s say. Alright?”
         Though, instead of an appropriate response, Dio watched as Jonathan
broke and finally began to cry aloud. “Please,” The boy begged, his breath
hitching, “Ple-ase, I don’t want to, d-don’t ma-make me, please!”
         “Open your mouth.”
         “Please…” Jonathan sobbed, “I don’t want to…” His voice was quiet and
pitched.
         “JoJo, if you don’t want to be gutted,” Jonathan suddenly felt a cold,
smooth and sharp object press against his cheek, “I suggest you open. Your
damn. Mouth.” - a knife.
         Quieting down to whimpers, gasps and sniffles, Jonathan relented. “I
hate you.” He muttered, before opening his mouth.
          Dio huffed a laugh. “Those words mean nothing to me. Now stick out
your tongue, all the way. I want to hear you choke.”
         Jonathan was crying again. He did as he was told, opening wider, he
stuck out his tongue, hyperventilating as soft whines escaped him; his
surprisingly hot breath creating white puffs into to cold air. Dio stepped
closer, pulling down his pants and undergarments, he held his erection in one
hand as the other grabbed Jonathan’s chin. “Your breath feels nice.” He
commented, sliding the head of his cock across the tip of the boy’s tongue.
“And your tongue is so warm.”
         Jonathan continued to breathe heavily as Dio pushed his prick slowly
into his mouth, he could already feel his gag reflex getting agitated. More so
when he tasted precum. When he felt the tip of Dio’s dick glide across the back
of his tongue, however, he gagged, pulling away.
         “You were doing so well... but I do so enjoy the noises you make.
You’re going to do this until I cum, JoJo.”
         “B-But-” Jonathan cried, panting. “I can’t, I-I beg of you, I c-an’t!”
         Dio gripped the boy’s jaw tight, “You do as I say.” He didn’t have to
tell the other twice before Jonathan opened wide again, and took Dio’s cock
into his mouth. This time, Jonathan suppressed the urge to gag, and instead
began to choke when the thick, hot erection pressed down his throat. Jonathan’s
throat convulsed, trying the push Dio’s arousal out, and above him, Dio moaned.
         “Ahh, that feels fantastic.” He encouraged, keeping a hand on
Jonathan’s chin while the other went into his hair, which was ridden with
crystallizing locks. He began thrusting his hips, however slowly; the boy’s
cold, cold lips rubbing against the base of his cock. Jonathan continued to
choke, drooling, making small noises while his hands which he’d lost feeling of
gripped into fists. After what seemed much longer than just a few minutes, Dio
came. He stepped away and let his ejaculate paint Jonathan’s face - Jonathan,
mortified, could only think of how warm it was, clinging to his cheek and lips
before cooling far too quickly.
         He gasped when he was kicked again, and he fell to lie on his side.
         “Get on your hands and knees.”
         Unresponsive, Jonathan turned and pressed his face into the snow,
hoping it’d kill him somehow. But he wasn’t so lucky - next he knew, hands were
on his hips, lifting his bottom into the air. He continued to lay motionless,
until a hand reached over and pulled at the drawstring of his night clothes. He
jumped suddenly, “No-!”
         “Stay still!” Dio yelled, shoving Jonathan’s pajama pants down. “Oh
my, you aren’t even wearing underwear.” Dio chuckled, admiring how the boy’s
thighs trembled ceaselessly and his skin flushed brightly, freezing.
         “You’re disgusting. You might get a rash from peeing all over
yourself, you know.” Dio was kneeling behind him, scooting closer, but when he
ran a finger over Jonathan’s hole the boy began screaming.
         “I don’t want to! I don’t want to! I don’t want to!” Jonathan wailed,
his bruised thighs shifting, but with his ankles bound he couldn’t move. His
knees were cut, and he continued to scream, shoving his face into the snow.
“Please, no, don’t- I-I, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, p-please-” He apologized in
vain, not even sure what he should be sorry for, he turned to face Dio, though
he had no sight. Snow slid down his reddened cheeks, almost too cold to melt,
“Have mercy, I beg of you.”
         “Mercy?” Dio spat, venomously humored by the notion, “None to be had
here, I’m afraid.”
         Jonathan cried harder, shoving his face back into the snow, he knew
saying anything more would fall on deaf ears. Instead, he squeezed his eyes
shut as, as he’d expected, Dio shoved his newly erect prick in his ass
completely dry. It had to hurt the both of them, he swore - his hole only
stretched a bit before inevitably tearing.
         “Oh, fuck-” Dio gasped, but he pushed himself in deeper, not batting
an eye at the idea when he discovered he could use Jonathan’s blood as a
lubricant. He slid his cock in and out a bit before hitting deep; making
Jonathan’s hips lurch. Jonathan’s bare feet tensed in the snow, his toes
curling. He yelped when Dio ground against something within him, and he began
to weep as he felt himself grow erect. Not only that, but he was ashamed to
discover that he was enjoying the heat Dio’s body provided, his own body was
almost numb, shivering terribly.
         The faint feeling of balls hitting his own was enough to make him gag
all over again, but he didn’t feel the desire to - rather, he began moving his
hips back against Dio, who was so warm. Dio’s nude thighs and groin pressed
against his buttocks with each thrust, and instead of focusing on the pain,
Jonathan focused on the warmth. His sobs quieted before long, replaced with
whimpers, and sooner than he’d expected, Dio reached his orgasm, panting above
him.
         Jonathan keened, his arousal growing, but he had no plans on sating
himself. When Dio backed away after riding his orgasm out for as long as
possible, there was enough moonlight to dimly let him see the boy’s hole, which
oozed both blood and cum. Dio stood, completely satisfied, fixing himself up.
He kicked at Jonathan’s side, making him turn onto his back. He kneeled beside
him, pulled out his pocketknife, and cut the binds on the boy’s wrists and
ankles before standing. “‘Be seeing you.” Were the last, dreadful words
Jonathan heard from the boy, who vanished before he could see him.
--
         Years later and that night still plays in Jonathan’s mind, in his
dreams - or rather, his nightmares. Waking up, he finds himself in his usual,
melancholy mood. He was awoken by voices in the hallway near his room. Quickly
dressing himself, just as he slipped on a pair of dress shoes, he heard his
father’s voice right outside his door before there was a knock. Jumping,
Jonathan stood from where he sat on his bed, “Just a moment!” He called, but
whatever small smile he had vanished when he heard just who his father was
talking with.
         “Now Dio, I must say Jonathan has grown to be a little shy, but don’t
let that deter you. He’s a very friendly person, I assure you.”
         “Oh, I wouldn’t doubt that - the son of a kind man such as yourself?
I’m sure we’ll get along just splendid.”
         His father laughs. The kind of laugh that says, “You flatter me!” in
all it’s essence. Jonathan couldn’t stop his heart from pounding against his
chest as his hand laid shakily on the door handle, he swallowed hard,
         “Jonathan?” George called, “Do hurry, we have-”
         Jonathan opened the bedroom door, not sparing his father a single
glance before staring at Dio.
         “Jonathan, the other day when I mentioned Mr. Brando -- the man I owed
a debt to, mind you - well he’s died. However, by his last request, I’ve
decided to take in his son, Dio. He’ll be staying with us from henceforth-”
         George doesn’t notice the change in his son’s posture. Jonathan’s as
white as a sheet, his eyes wide, his breathing labored -
         “I want you to think of him as your brother.” George finishes with a
smile, a hand on Dio’s shoulder.
         Dio speaks then, preening his starkingly blond hair whilst holding a
grin Jonathan can only describe as ‘shit-eating,’ “Ah, Jojo. Your father has
told me much about you - all positive… Oh, you don’t mind my calling you JoJo,
do you?”
Chapter End Notes
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