Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/9534950. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence Category: M/M Fandom: ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure Relationship: Leone_Abbacchio/Giorno_Giovanna, Leone_Abbacchio/Bruno_Buccellati, Leone Abbacchio/Pannacotta_Fugo, Leone_Abbacchio/Narancia_Ghirga, Leone Abbacchio/Guido_Mista Character: Leone_Abbacchio, Narancia_Ghirga, Bruno_Buccellati, Guido_Mista, Giorno Giovanna, Pannacotta_Fugo Additional Tags: Trans_Male_Character, Trans_Character, Somnophilia, Non-Graphic_Rape/Non- Con, Gunplay, Vaginal_Sex, Anal_Sex, Oral_Sex, um, ill_add_more_later_if i_need_them, lol, Rough_Oral_Sex, Spitroasting, Double_Penetration, hi this_is_probably_not_getting_finished, the_second_chapter_sucks_i_wasnt in_a_writing_mood_:/, Oops, disregard_those_last_couple_tags_boys, strap yourself_in_its_gonna_be_fun_;), Rough_Sex, Threesome_-_M/M/M Stats: Published: 2017-02-01 Updated: 2017-07-23 Chapters: 3/5 Words: 1421 ****** abbacchio gangbang ****** by slinkydoodle Notes vaginal sex/somnophilia/non-con ***** Bruno ***** He was so pretty when he was asleep. Bruno smiled at his second in command, gently stroking his face with the back of his hand. Yeah, this was a good idea. He pulled out his cock, tugging it to full hardness before letting it drop. He pulls Abbacchio’s pants and underwear off slowly, careful not to wake him up. Bruno smiles down at the soft folds between his thighs, rubbing gently at them to get Abba wet.   After a moment or two, he is able to easily slip a finger into the other man. Bruno wipes his dirtied fingers on the sheets, stroking himself again and resting the tip against his subordinate’s cunt. Leone shifts, startling Bruno. He holds his breath, biting his lower lip in hopes that he won’t wake up. He doesn’t.   Bruno breathes a sigh of relief, pressing himself up against Abbacchio again. He holds open his pussy and the head of Bruno’s cock slides right inside. Abbacchio stirs again, licking his lips and giving a tiny shudder.   “Leone,” he calls softly, making sure he’s asleep still.   Satisfied with the lack of response, he forces nearly all of himself into Leone’s tight heat. Abbacchio wakes up, startled and disoriented. He goes even paler than usual for a second before brightening up to a tomatoey red.   “Capo? What are you doing…” His voice is shakey, curling his fingers up to his chin in brief defense before Bruno grabs them and holds them above his head.   “Hush, Leone. Relax and enjoy.”   Abbacchio whimpers as Bruno picks up the pace, the only sound in the room the soft smack of skin on skin mingled with soft sounds from both parties. Abbacchio wraps his legs around Bruno’s hips, pulling himself up for a better angle.   The dark haired man reaches down between pale legs to rub at Abbacchio’s clit. He outright moans, quivering from how goddamn good it feels. Buccellati has a soft smile on his face, not at all displaying his intentions. Intentions that more or less amount to fucking his subordinate as hard as he possibly can. Bruno pounds into the pale man below him, taking note of how he arches his back, his mouth opening as wide as it can in a silent scream. His white eyelids flutter, and he relaxes. His quivering hands unclench from the sheets and Bruno pulls out. He jerks himself off quickly, cumming on Abbacchio’s soft stomach. He doesn’t bother cleaning up Abbacchio before laying next to him, holding the larger man in his arms. ***** Narancia & Fugo ***** Chapter Summary double penetration/spitroasting/threesome m/m/m   It’s not that Fugo isn’t attractive. He’s just… scary. He can be kind, and understanding, but if you fuck with him you’re done for. Abbacchio wonders if, if you fuck him you’re done for. Simply considering won’t get him anywhere, so he saunters off to go find Fugo.   Ah, there he is. With Narancia. Abbacchio saunters over to their table, and states a simple proposition- “We should fuck.”   And that’s how he finds himself at the mercy of two horny, teenage boys. He watches with mild caution as Fugo strokes himself, Narancia already behind him, holding around his ribcage. Abbacchio sighs, opening his mouth with a thick, wet noise. He licks from the base of Fugo’s cock up, taking the head of into his mouth. He feels a hand on the back of his head, pushing him down. Narancia slips a finger into him, Abbacchio wincing slightly at the odd angle of his hand, the boy’s fingernail pulling on his insides.   He groans, bobbing his head shallowly on Fugo’s length. He feels Narancia pull his finger out and it is replaced by the persistent rubbing of his blunt cockhead. He presses back, trying to get a little inside of himself, but instead is rewarded with a rough yank of his hair, pulling his far onto Fugo’s cock. He lets out a groan, and Fugo is saying something to Narancia, but he is too preoccupied to process what it is.   Narancia fucks into him roughly, Fugo giving him pretty much the same treatment. There’s hands all over him, and in him. Fingers hooked into his mouth, Narancia probing in places he shouldn’t be because he’s a nosy little prick and he just loves being where he doesn’t belong. Abbacchio shifts, uncomfortable and trying to resist the rough treatment. But it isn’t like these two care, they’re horny teenage boys.   Narancia shoves himself all the way up inside of Abbacchio’s cunt, and he can feel his own juices seep out around the boy. He groans in Abbacchio’s ear, tells him he’s gonna cum ‘cause of how damn tight he is. Abbacchio’s attention is dragged back to the dick stuffed inside of his mouth by a rough hand and scolding words. He gulps and Fugo shudders, moving his hips delicately to fuck Leone’s face.   Narancia pulls out, cumming against Leone’s thigh with a loud groan. Fugo follows shortly after on his face, and Abba can tell there’s lipstick smeared on his face.   He somehow can’t bring himself to care. ***** Giorno ***** Chapter Summary violence/blood/dub-con This time it it’s Giorno. It’s Giorno who comes up to him and asks to talk to him alone. Leone shrugs, coming with him. He doesn’t think Giorno would want to touch him, considering how much he hates the stupid kid. But he finds himself wrong when Giorno throws him at the end of his bed. Leone lays back, expecting this is what he wants. He doesn’t, however, expect Giorno to smack him across the face. He has short nails, painted shiny, glittery gold to match his stupid motif. Abbacchio can’t stand his stand. He wishes it hadn’t made him hate Prince, but what can you do. His own nails contrast rather starkly. They are sharp and matte and they are better than Giorno’s because they match him and because he says so. Giorno leans over him, making this stupid growling sound that Leone thinks is supposed to scare him, but it doesn’t, it’s just pathetic. He lets out an airy laugh. It’s not his real laugh. His real laugh is hideous and he hates it because he sounds like a damn girl. But he shakes these thoughts and his bountiful white locks, grabbing that stupid embossed and embellished collar and yanking Giogio into a violent kiss. It’s all teeth and tongue. Leone hates it, and he longs for Bruno, but as long as it makes the kid uncomfortable, he’ll do it. He presses his knee into Giorno’s crotch, getting a startled yelp in response. This time Abbacchio is the one growling, grabbing his wrists and digging his claws into the soft tanned flesh. Then something happens and Giorno is free and Leone is on his stomach, golden nails pressing into his throat. He hates how strong Giorno’s stand is and how useless is his own. Leone fights back, kicking the blonde hard right below his knee. Giorno hisses in pain and bites Leone’s shoulder as hard as he can, making him screech and drawing blood with razor sharp canines. Abbacchio wonders why they’re so pointy, running his tongue over his own smooth, flat teeth. It wasn’t something to worry about when he was on his back with Giorno yanking his pants off. This time went off without a hitch, and Giorno’s length was forced into Leone’s cunt. Leone was hardly wet, and he willed himself not to. It wasn’t like he enjoyed Giovanna’s dick. Giorno grabbed onto his hips and began thrusting himself in and out of his pussy, a fierce blush covering his face. Leone thought for a moment before wrenching his arm back and throwing a punch that connected hard with Giorno’s cheekbone. Giovanna looked down at him with a calm face and a fire in his eyes. Giorno punched back harder with a flare of gold spiking up behind his elbow as he swung. Leone cursed his stand for having such power. His fingernails came into use when he raked them hard down Giorno’s bared chest. Giorno yanked him up by the lapels of his shirt and slammed up into him, biting violently into Abbacchio’s pale neck. Leone gasped out of shock, curling his hand into a fist within Giorno’s golden locks and tearing a sizeable chunk out. He clung to it like a trophy, the younger wincing at the pain in his scalp. He gritted his teeth and slammed his forehead down into Leone’s knocking him out cold. When Leone woke up, Giorno was gone and he was laying on the floor, covered in the little cretin’s cum. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!