『Tιмe reѕυмeѕ.』

----------------------------------- [XXI - THE WORLD] Accomplishment • Success Fulfillment • Value ----------------------------------- DIO BRANDO Affiliated with Citta Alveare

[honeyrey]

I forgot that I have custom music in ASB

[aulifegiver]

And as quickly as he had hoped wouldn’t happen, the truth was out.

He had to force himself not to frown, not to sigh, and most certainly not to let any of the dread and fear welling up inside him show. This was uncharted territory that his father, well, one of them had thrust him into. He’d curse him if he could, though it wasn’t as though he’d ever had the impression that he’s a good person.

“Forgive me for not quite believing that someone who had his body stolen from him and the one who did the deed would have a semi-decent relationship then,” he replied, a little sharper than intended. “And no, I didn’t forget. You’ll have to also forgive me though, for being a little in awe of my origins still.”

He didn’t confirm directly for Jonathan that he’s his son. He barely even touched on it. It took all of his effort to even look at Jonathan. He hated how weak he was in this moment, and were he less composed, his irritation towards Dio would most certainly show on his face. If he could escape this, he would, but for now he had to stay calm and pretend as though he wasn’t innately frightened to find out how Jonathan would react to everything.

@gotteswelt

[gotteswelt-blog]

-— ｢ღ ｣ —- Oh, what foolish arrogance. What a ridiculous, pitiful attempt to prevent an already bad situation from escalating fully, and what joy it was to watch his proud son struggle. The sharp tongue he used to address the two of them, especially himself, didn’t go past the vampire. He tried to keep his balance, and god, was he tempted to kick whatever bar he was balancing on away and let him break his stupid leg.  “Forgive you?”, and he smiled, a little bit more with every word slipping past his relative’s lips.  “What good parent forgives their child for lying straight into their face.”

The act was over. He wanted it to be over now. See him crush and burn and make fun of his ridiculously poor judgement. Almost sad, considering his blood was rushing through this young man’s veins.  He moved behind him, placing one hand on his shoulder, and pushing him into Jonathan’s direction as if trying to expose him. What little wall he had tried to build up in order to protect himself, it was gone, rendered useless.

“Jojo!”, he hummed, a bit louder than necessary while his grip on the teen tightened, thumb circling on his fabric as if he tried to tease him. “May I reintroduce you to Giorno Giovanna, my biological son. The son I created using your body, who has Joestar blood inside of him.” And he turned him not too gently, forcing the young man’s back into Jonathan’s view, before pulling at the fabric, revealing the red mark he had so desperately tried to hide. He let go when he decided it was enough, pushed his son forward and stopped manhandling him for the time being. Stupid fool.  “Though I have no idea why he never told you. He’s not the kind of kid to be stunned by a reveal like that. It must have been on purpose.”

@sonochinosadameme·

[pegvsus-blog]

“You’re getting on my nerves.”

[gotteswelt-blog]

-— ｢ღ ｣ —-

“And now, are you going to use Star Platinum to crush my skull again? Try it, if you wish, Jotaro.”

[pegvsus-blog]

“Don’t you have anything better to do with your time? What a pain.”

[gotteswelt-blog]

-— ｢ღ ｣ —-

“Are you implying there’s a better way to spend time than entertaining myself with my friend Jotaro?”

[pegvsus-blog]

“It’s a bit too warm for comfort.” 

[gotteswelt-blog]

-— ｢ღ ｣ —- 

“Are you looking for some way to cool down, Jotaro?”

[aulifegiver]

He had to pretend not to be surprised at who Jonathan had chosen to bring as his guests.

Well, specifically, he had to pretend not to be surprised at one of them. He didn’t know the other, but this man, this man he knew well.

He wasn’t sure who exactly he had expected him to bring - probably someone else he didn’t know. He’d assumed these two were on bad terms, considering all he knew about their relationship. Were he in Jonathan;s shoes, he wouldn’t have invited the man who’d killed him and stolen his body to a party. Their relationship must be much deeper than he knew.

Should he pretend not to know him? No. No point. Dio would call him out on it without a doubt, either that or take advantage of it. That meant he had to address him as usual, or close to it. He had to address him as though something he’d been hiding all this time wasn’t on the brink of coming to light.

He told himself there was no reason to be nervous and started talking.

“I have to say, Jonathan, I’m a little surprised to see that the two of you are acquainted. It makes me pretty curious, actually.” Not quite a lie. As he spoke, his eyes were only briefly on Jonathan before he focused on Dio. “Well, regardless, I guess I should say I’m pleasantly surprised to see you. I hope you’ve been faring well.” 

@gotteswelt

[gotteswelt-blog]

-— ｢ღ ｣ —- Apparently his son had the intention to promise him an incredibly amusing afternoon pretty early into the party already. Jonathan had invited him in order to celebrate his birthday, and while he didn’t manage to interest him with the idea of a silly little party, he had to change his mind as soon as he was told who else was on the guest list. All three of them stood together now, and he didn’t bother to try and hide his amusement. His grin was wide, showing teeth as his hues met those of his son, soaking up every tiny little word he dared to speak to him. It didn’t need no seer in order to predict things were bound to go badly for him and the vampire would have loved nothing more than to be the one responsible for the inevitable escalation.

It took one word from him, one single sentence. He had no idea if Giorno was just been stupid or didn’t care about the consequences. Either way, he knew who would definitely care, who always cared.  “Is that so?”, he hummed, his head tilting while he eyed his relative over, then gave Jonathan a short look, to make sure he was listening. “You’re not suffering from amnesia, are you, kid? I’m absolutely certain I’ve explained Jojo and my relationship to you during our very first conversation.” And it stayed, that shit-eating grin, during his entire monologue. 

“By that logic, you must have forgotten about Jonathan being your father as well, correct? Was that information so minor to you that you decided to toss it out of your memories right away? Bad child.”

@sonochinosadameme·

[aulifegiver]

“Just because you can manhandle me doesn’t mean I’m wrong.”

[gotteswelt-blog]

-— ｢ღ ｣ —-

“It means that it doesn’t matter who’s right because I, DIO, can manhandle you. You’re grounded by the way.”

[aulifegiver]

“You, you overgrown weed.”

[gotteswelt-blog]

-— ｢ღ ｣ —-

“I think you need to think over the position you’re in again, kid.”

[aulifegiver]

“No. I think that’s the fault of some parasite who wormed his way into the mix.”

[gotteswelt-blog]

-— ｢ღ ｣ —-

“Who are you calling a parasite, you midget?”

[aulifegiver]

“Jonathan Joestar.”

[gotteswelt-blog]

-— ｢ღ ｣ —-

“Excellent. Did you get them together with your terrible attitude and manners?”

[aulifegiver]

“There’s a difference between them and me in this case though.

“I would look good, they would not.”

[gotteswelt-blog]

-— ｢ღ ｣ —-

“Nice genes, where did you get them?”

[triple-gman-deactivated20160425]

@gotteswelt

“Hey buddy, you mind getting out of the way or are you just gonna be an asshole and keep blocking me from, oh I dunno, the place I work?”

“You may not have a job but you don’t need to be an asshat and try and get me fired, not cool”

[gotteswelt-blog]

-— ｢ღ ｣ —- The nasty little voice of whoever had decided to speak up to him was enough of an annoyance for him to turn. For some reason he had expected some kind of threatening, intimidating evil, yet his eyes fell upon a man barely reaching his shoulders size-wise. The last time somebody of his physique had been a loudmouth around him, he ended up living with them, so surely, this individual must have had something amusing in store for him.

“Whether or not somebody like you has a job or not is about as relevant to I as dog shit”, he spoke, a teasing smirk spreading across his lips.  “But perhaps I should meet up with your pitiful employer anyway and inform him of your terrible attitude.”

[traitorsremorse]

TR-8R || closed

[traitorsremorse]

The shutting of the book caused him to flinch. He hadn’t realized how tense he had become in the short wait between his words and the wait for the other’s response. At the request for him to sit he gave a stiff nod, making his way over to the table where the other was headed as well. Seating himself, he watched in the barely illuminated darkness as the other moved about, unable to relax in the atmosphere that had built around them.

Itching for the other to say something, anything, he almost jumped when he finally did. Eyes locked with the other’s making sure to not waver as he listened to what he had to say. He understood entirely what the other had to say, though he couldn’t help but grit his teeth at the mention of his intellect, hands balling into fists under the table. He was well aware by now that’s what he was always good for—being smart. That didn’t make it any less irritating.

“I understand.”

“I’m to not speak with him again, right? I didn’t have any plans to regardless. I am also willing to accept any punishment you plan to give me—I deserve it after all.”

[gotteswelt-blog]

-— ｢ღ ｣ —- He balling of his fists, then tension circling through his guest’s body were both things he didn’t miss, not even for a second. His golden eyes stayed glued on him, taking in every little twitch he revealed in response to his words and he soaked them in like a sponge, savouring the upper hand he was holding above the teen. Few things existed DIO found more amusing than knowing he was out of reach for whoever tried to go after him, and he swore he was able to read the annoyance elicited by his words. He was bound to him like a dog, and that was about as much worth Fugo had to him as well. If it wasn’t for his damn connection with Giorno, of course. Not for a single second did he believe Fugo would never contact him again. 

“Really now?”, he smiled, his head slightly tilted as cold eyes narrowed, lips twisted upward smugly.  “Hearing that makes me happy, though I’m also wondering if you truly understand the significance of your words. I’m not really known for giving the softest punishments.” With his wine glass put aside, he pushed his body out of his chair, gracefully stepping toward the other with the authority of a king. When he was right behind his chair he halted, hands placed on his shoulders, with just enough force to make his presence impossible to ignore.  “Would you refuse if I asked for your blood, for example?”

[gotteswelt-blog]

Kisses his cheek. "April Fools."

-— ｢ღ ｣ —-

Kisses him back but on the lips. “April Fools back, Jotaro.”

[bururururu]

This is worse || closed/event

[gotteswelt-blog]

bururururu

He was more than well aware the other was looking him over. He’d become sensitive to others’ gazes, incredibly aware of when eyes were trained on him. Of course, he felt such a presence sometimes when no one was paying him even the slightest of attention. His paranoia was always at work when another was around him while like this. Being so out in the open was the same as being stripped bare for him.

So of course he was aware the other’s eyes were trained on him, but the request was nothing he expected.

Turning to face the other, his eyes were narrowed as he looked at him, face devoid of any sort of emotion. While he did expect something along these lines, he definitely expected more requested, given who he was dealing with. Not that he was complaining, of course. This was well within an acceptable request to him. Were it to be more he would have been reluctant, but this was simple enough he could deal with the moment easily.

It didn’t mean anything after all, it was just a payment.

“Very well,” he breathed out, stepping back over towards the other.

“That is simple enough. Do not think this means I will regularly service you, though. I have my own boundaries, and this is barely within them. Seek out others as you normally do for anything else.”

Having sad such, he closed a reasonable amount of distance between them. Tilting his head up, a hand moved to angle the other’s down in order for him to reach. Closing the final few centimeters between them, he made sure the contact was chaste. He may have had practice with such things, but even he didn’t know what he was getting into with the other. Being hesitant was a better plan than going straight into things full force.

-— ｢ღ ｣ —- Much to his surprise, not a single word of protest came from the mafia boss in response to his rather daring request. Perhaps he had succeeded when he tried to word it as harmless and meaningless as possible, though no acts of intimacy the vampire participated in were ever gentle and brief. There was no hesitation as he watched his conversation partner close the distance between them, though he didn’t touch him, or hugged him while he did. They were connected by no more than their lips and the long, bony digits grazing against his chin to complete the image. DIO himself had barely moved, he decided to watch and let him act however he pleased. His shoulders leaned lazily against the wall behind him, thick arms crossed in front of his chest with his back bent forward, his face lowered into his direction. With half-lid shut eyes, he took in the other’s sight, how he followed his request and remained close even when several moments passed. 

Eventually, after a couple of minutes, he finally pulled him in, arms curling around the other man’s thinner torso, cold hands placed on his scapula. While their lips didn’t part, the vampire’s mouth still curved into a smirk, his heart pounding in excitement as he forced him to move closer. None of his movements were rushed or meant to surprise, they were patiently slow, as if he guided him through this step by step. Fingertips ran up his back, until they reached his partner’s pink curls. He wrapped them around his sharp nails, tugging only enough for him to take note of it. With his free arm snaked around his hip, he pulled away, just enough to speak. Their lips brushed against each other, sending tickling vibrations against the dry mouth of the mob boss.

“Considering you said that was barely within your boundaries, you were a lot less hesitant than expected, capo. Don’t give DIO any false hopes.”

[gotteswelt-blog]

Dio I'm here to do as what someone calls "kinkshaming". I am here to "kinkshame" you.

-— ｢ღ ｣ —-

“Don’t kinkshame, my friend, kinksame.”

[bururururu]

This is worse || closed/event

[bururururu]

The absolute lack of caution and sense of personal space the other had for him made his blood boil. He was to be emperor. He didn’t allow others to boss him around. And yet here he was, stuck at the mercy of someone with no respect towards him—yet he had no choice but to bear with it.

He hated all of it.

“No, I wouldn’t believe it in the slightest.”

Forcing himself to stand up, he jerked his head to the side to free his hair from the other’s grasp. Hand moving up to comb through it gently, hoping to remove the feeling of him touching it, his eyes moved to glare at the other. He didn’t like to admit he was the other’s property. He didn’t see himself as such regardless. He was only stuck here until he had King Crimson back. That’s what he would have to remind himself of constantly.

He’d just have to put up with this a little bit longer.

“I might not be, but that doesn’t mean I don’t wish to know what you expect from me.”

“I am willing to accommodate what you ask regardless of how much I want to perform the task, but I will be more compliant of knowing before hand. I don’t enjoy surprise clauses. They don’t make for good business.”

[gotteswelt-blog]

-— ｢ღ ｣ —- Much to his enjoyment, the other finally had enough of DIO fooling around with him the way he did and decided to get up. His expression radiated annoyance, which only fueled the vampire with an increasingly sickening pleasure, a twisted feeling of superiority and the knowledge that he could do whatever he wanted to him. If he broke his leg in that moment, he had no right to complain, if he pulled his hair or forced him to clean the floor with his tongue, he had to follow his command. His life was in his hands, and to DIO, it was worth no more than a tool for him to use. Pleasure, success, status, whatever he could squeeze out of him until he grew tired and moved on toward his next target. Humans were useless after all, and so stupidly easy to replace. 

“Very well, then...”, he purred, leaning forward while he watched the other move past him, creating a fair enough distance between the two conversationalists. Taking a hold of his chin, he took in a thinking position, humming gently, as if he had to go through the depths of his mind to come up with a suitable task for the other to return his favour. Eventually he smiled, his head falling to the side while he sunk his teeth into his lower lips. He was looking him over, though he couldn’t tell if the mob boss was aware of it or not.  “Then how about something simple, then?”, was how he eventually responded, a breathy chuckle slipping through between his teeth. 

“Kiss me and you’re free to stay in my home for as long as you need to be here. Just one kiss, but I decide when you’re allowed to pull away.”