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The sight turned from grace. The war proceeds the rest.

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The atmosphere subsided from its tension; finally the room was filled with warmth and an abundance of love and affection. It was a gradual but noticeable change perhaps for the both of them. Neither of them had it in them to complain about it as long as what ailed Jonathan had been resolved. All in all, they had finally found a comfort within each other. They could not be one without the other -- they were nothing away from each other. They created two halves of a cohesive whole. Dio Brando and Jonathan Joestar had rewritten what destiny had in store for them. Together they were able to fight against the tide and conquer the merciless sea. Slowly but surely, Dio felt Jonathan calming down and reverting back to their romantic ardor. A kiss here and there… It sent shivers down the blonde’s spine. Warmth once again coursed through his veins and Jonathan’s body brought nothing but an endless supply of tranquility simply by their skin touching. Dio could bathe in this, this moment, this very second. He soaked in all of Jonathan. All of the Joestar that loved him without reserve, an unconditional love to him, one that he returned without hesitation.

Dio had fallen in love with the moon and all of its stars throughout the night and the radiant sun throughout the day. Jonathan was everything; he became everything that embodied the good in this world. Something that Dio had not been aware of until he realized the seeds that Jonathan had planted within him blossomed into beautiful flowers in his ribcage and surrounding his heart. He felt Jonathan’s presence everywhere, from the blood that flowed through his body and the veins and arteries that filled his body. Jonathan enveloped Dio in something he could not explain, nor he did he need an explanation to begin with. He welcomed Jonathan in every reach of his heart, to his very core he allowed Jonathan to venture into. It was something he had never done for anyone in his entire life, and he wasn’t to do it for anyone else for the rest of his days. All he needed was Jonathan right here, right now. To the end of his days and into any life that would follow as well. For Jonathan, he would endure it all.

Who knew that with Jonathan Joestar he would create something beyond his wildest dreams? It was never something he had ever put thought of until their first shared kiss together. From then on, it was as if he were gripped by the Joestar in every shape and form. However, he did not mind it. To share this kind of thing with Jonathan was something he no longer minded. It was home; with Jonathan he had finally found a place to call him. The thought comforted Dio, something he had never been able to live in his life. Hardship filled his life since birth but to finally be freed of that burden now was something he could feel burning away simply because he was able to love, and be loved in return. As if all of his worries finally had been stripped away all thanks to a single person in this world. And of all people it was Jonathan, the one who was able to calm him and bring peace to him from everything that ailed him. For once, he felt serenity. His solace was here with the Joestar.

Jonathan covered Dio in kisses, they were genuine and apologetic. There was nothing to apologize for… Absolutely nothing. As long as Jonathan was okay now, that was all that mattered. That was all that mattered now… Jonathan believed in his words, relief wafted throughout his entire body. From here on out, nothing would tear him apart from this, nothing in this entire world would take Jonathan from Dio. He placed his hands on both sides of Jonathan’s head. Gently he held his head, keeping their foreheads together. Dio kept his eyes closed, breathing in all of Jonathan and letting it all sink in. Even in silence he felt himself becoming more and more enamored with the Joestar. He was safe here. Simply being with him brought him the greatest joy when words failed them.

Truly, deeply, and genuinely… This was the man he wanted for all of eternity.

The future that once seemed brim became bright and full of possibilities as long as he had Jonathan beside him. Dio smiled to himself. Perhaps it was one of the most genuine smiles that he ever had the chance of having and here it was, with this man. This man… No, not just this man… Jonathan. Dio left gentle kisses on his lips, his nose, his cheeks, his forehead, and back once again to Jonathan’s lips. His lips were the only ones worth craving… They were intoxicating, he wanted more and more of Jonathan… Dio would never get enough of Jonathan, so forever he would stay by his side. Everyday he would learn something new about him, something more to love. It was almost disgusting how much Jonathan changed Dio so quickly and on such short notice. But no longer did he hold conflicting feelings on the matter anymore, what was becoming of their unconventional union finally began to yield answers. Those answers were not made with words but with actions and that made them all the more powerful for the both of them. Everything was beginning to fall into place for both Dio and Jonathan. Tears welled up in the corners of Dio’s eyes… He was crying? Crying. However, he was not unhappy. They were merely tears of happiness. Here and now he did not have to think about the what if’s or the buts anymore. This was something that no longer required thought because it all came naturally without protest.

Dio’s lips lingered against Jonathan. Lightly on his lips he whispered, “…I love you, Jonathan.” 

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Temporary relief. He had forgotten that Jonathan needed explanations for every crack and cranny – which wasn’t bothersome in itself but it was hard to keep up with. However, for Jonathan he’d do anything even if it meant sacrifices. Dio was not one for sacrificing anything for anyone, but here, with the Joestar… He felt something that tugged in his chest, a feeling he had never experienced in his entire life. Perhaps it was repetitive that he continuously thought of this new found feeling but it was something he himself did not inherently understand. Could Jonathan shed light on this feeling? Maybe he could, and Dio held onto that notion entirely. There was something he knew entirely from the bottom of his heart, the once cruel and unforgiving Dio, could admit one thing. That this was no game however, Jonathan knew he could pull something like this. Even Dio himself knew this as well, but this time it wasn’t. None of this was a game. This was something genuine.

 This was real.

All of this that came out a simple kiss was real. How could he show Jonathan this? What would convince him? Words alone were not enough to prove that this wasn’t some kind of folly. Dio would do anything. Anything for this Joestar, the one who managed to captivate him since youth, the only one to have made him so incredibly angry it created bouts of passion no else could recreate. His primary motivator was this man; no one else in the entire world could do what Jonathan could for Dio. How could he tell him in words, in his actions? How could he? It was a daunting task, one that brought a heavy weight to his heart. To prove to the only person he had ever loved in the world – that he truly did love him will all of his heart. Months ago he would have just been blindly beating his fists into Jonathan’s face, both of them leaving bloody and bruised. It was a cycle that seemed like it had no end. But finally, it had. Well, to an extent it had. Their aggression was channeled in different ways, especially twisted within romantic obsession. Jonathan was the object of Dio’s affection, his love, everything that he had to offer was solely for him. The problem was – showing Jonathan all of this. He knew he couldn’t do it all at once. A warm talk? Hah, that was funny. But Dio could try… He could try. He was going to try.

Years of animosity only covered up an attraction he could never understand. All Dio knew with Jonathan were his movements, to be better than him, to destroy him in every way he knew possible. But had he ever taken the time to know Jonathan? Or his heart? In some weird way, he had. At first it did not interest him but over time, he became the most interesting man that he had ever crossed paths with. Dio Brando chased Jonathan Joestar as if it was written in his blood, coded in his veins. It was something he could never completely explain and he wished desperately for an answer but he hauled anger and violence over it to further push it away. For a while he had forgotten those feelings that Jonathan brought to him over time. However, they were always there… Those feelings, that attraction. As if it was something innate. Jonathan Joestar moved him in every way possible. Since they were children it only brought Dio inconsolable rage because how dare he. How dare he… How dare he bring these emotions he did not understand. But age truly brought clarity, it was affection, respect, and above all love.

A pure kind of love, a childish and untapped love -- one that he only felt here with Jonathan. Dio’s eyes scanned Jonathan’s agonized features, his heart sunk to his stomach. This gentle giant melted away his walls, his defenses, and all of his barriers in a matter of seconds. He had already brought them down before during their heated confession but this? This was different, vulnerability that Dio only showed to Jonathan. They both became enveloped in an embrace; Jonathan’s broken voice filled the room.

Dio’s arms tightened around the man, he was not going to let go of him. His words fumbled out in a hushed whisper, his tone was filled with a short burst emotion, “Jonathan… This isn’t a game…” He was opening all of himself to Jonathan, something he had never done with anyone in the past or rather, ever. Jonathan would be the first… The only one, or so he hoped that was the case. Their attachment only intensified over the weeks after spending so long together they were practically inseparable. You could not have Dio Brando with Jonathan Joestar. That much was entirely true. No, it was a fact. They both knew this, that no matter how far they wished to be away from each other in the past something always brought them together no matter the circumstance. They were two halves of a whole. They completed each other as they complemented each other in every respect, from their contrasts to their minute similarities. This was their fate; their destinies had been interwoven since before time began. But that was far from their control and it was as if neither of them minded it either. This was what they both shared, what they both wanted. Both men shared something between them that could never be replicated in this life or the next.

 “Trust me, please.”

His voice cracked, his expression was hurt. Truly, genuinely, fiercely he meant his words. Dio knew, he knew. It was going to be hard, of course it was. After their past, how could Jonathan so easily be whisked off his feet? The answer was obviously, he couldn’t. Easily they had to tread this path together and no matter how much it would hurt they would come up together… Right? That’s what he wanted… That’s what Dio wanted. It was to be with Jonathan, to do everything in the world with Jonathan. To fight the world with him. He too, believed he hated Jonathan – detested his entire existence and he made damn sure that Jonathan knew he was out to get him in every possible way. It was only natural for his emotional outburst. His chest swelled up, his words spilled out without a second thought. 

“I--I’m afraid of losing you. I don’t want to lose you. So please, just trust me.”

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Silence.

That’s all that filled the room; the atmosphere began to change – what was once just heavy breathing and pleasure stricken moans was now just filled with Jonathan’s sobs after moments of stillness. It was a rather painful sight. Especially for Dio. This wasn’t what he wanted and he was sure it wasn’t what Jonathan wanted either. But what could he do? He was the last person on this entire planet who knew how to deal with the emotions of others. Dio was not the person to turn to for comfort or for sympathy. The concepts were completely lost to him but he tried. Hell, he was trying. In all of the years he had known Jonathan he had never taken the time to understand his feelings but he did understand how he thought. The idea of empathy was something entirely lost to Dio. These kinds of encounters were completely new to him and having to experiencing them when he never thought he had to. It made him anxious. Here was the man he loved, in tears, and all he could do was hold him and utter a genuine few words.

 He had to try.

 At least for Jonathan, because all that mattered now was him. He would do anything to make it stop. For once in his life that’s all he wanted, all he wanted was Jonathan’s happiness. Could he truly bring that to him? After all the years of abuse, violence, and manipulation… Could he do that for him? Dio Brando did not deserve Jonathan Joestar. Not in this lifetime, not at all. He knew that. But he felt like he did regardless of that fact because he was not going to give Jonathan up. Dio’s selfishness and arrogance would not allow him to take in that simple fact, not now. Not ever. In his arms he held the most important man in his life, the only man in the entire world he has ever truly respected. And yet, he feels hopeless. What could he do for him? Was there anything he could truly do for him? Dio knew that Jonathan thought too much, and little too far for his own good. That was something he could not control. It just had always been that way. The same applied to Dio however he was not as emotionally geared as Jonathan. Well, in anger, that was where Dio’s weakness lay. But that wasn’t what was important now. For once, Dio set his own needs aside. For any regular person he would have never done this, but for him? For him… He’d do anything. If it meant boiling the sea, burning the land, and tearing down the sky, he would do it.

How quickly their attachment began and grew from the moment they had realized their feelings for each other was astounding. To be here alongside each other intimately had been another step, but to see Jonathan the way he was, was something he had not expected. He felt distant, far. How could Dio reach for him from here? He’d run after him even if meant chasing him to the ends of the earth. Jonathan turned from his gaze, it pained him. An empty feeling began to fill his chest. This wasn’t supposed to be happening, not here, not now. He wasn’t going to allow it. What could he do? What could he do…? A soft whisper left his lips, "Tell me. What is it, Jonathan?"

Let me in.

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Dio from the Part 3 anime opening.

It’s a really quick sequence (less than 3 seconds) but yeah, basically he looks like this.

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However, what caught him off guard was Jonathan. He was crying. Why? Of all times now? Did it hurt? Did he not want this anymore? Yet, his body screamed to finish this – so why was he crying? This was not the first time Dio had watched Jonathan cry. Jonathan quivered a short apology, what for? Perhaps the slow down in pace allowed him to think rapidly, his emotions had finally caught up with him so it seemed. Dio simply made the assumption from his tone, he knew Jonathan better than anyone else in the world. He halted his actions, pulling out from Jonathan. Dio gathered the man into his arms, pressing him against his chest. He kept him close; he buried his face into his hair. He should have been angry, he could have punched him across the face but that would have furthered provoked Jonathan’s tears. But at this time, that wasn’t what he wanted. Dio had been growing soft with Jonathan and that much was no longer undeniable. Is this what love does to a person? He felt his chest shifting and changing, the new feelings were not unnoticeable and they lingered every single day since the first time their lips had met. Without thinking he muttered, “It’s fine. I love you.”

He meant it.

Genuinely. From the bottom of his heart, he meant it. It was sort of funny, Dio had always been one to abuse words, manipulate anything he wanted just to get what he wanted. But here, he had to do none of that just to win the heart of the man he wanted the most. With three simple words that carried so much weight – He loved him. Dio loved Jonathan Joestar with every fiber of his entire being. What was once sheer anger, blind destruction, and endless feuds trickled away as faint memories. What they built now, did not entirely forget the past – but paved way for a future they both yearned for. Of course, nothing was entirely perfect and their aggressive and contrasting natures continued to exist. But working together as a cohesive whole would make the trek a little easier. Not entirely easy because neither of them liked something that wasn’t a challenge.

But what truly mattered now – was Jonathan in this point in time. Dio cradled the man against him, consoling him. His lips kissed his forehead, his hair. He brushed Jonathan’s hair from his face, reassuringly giving him what needed most of all – comfort.

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Exhaustion had not yet set in; this had only been the height of the night. This was only the beginning, where the dice began to roll. Jonathan’s arms found themselves woven all over Dio, his movements attempted to take in everything. He could feel that Jonathan wanted to experience it all every second of it, and he was willing to give more and more to him without reserve. Raw and intimate passion passed between their bodies. The feeling almost felt eternal as if they could relish in the moment forever. Dio moaned against Jonathan’s neck, against his ear, his breath carried along his skin as if to drive him further into mindless pleasure. He was determined to find all of Jonathan’s erogenous zones but he realized he would not be able to accomplish that in a single night however, he was satisfied with the sensitivity of his neck. Dio would do with what he could but Jonathan was eager to take anything as so his body language and boastful moans were enough to give him an answer.

Giving to Jonathan was something he had never done in his entire life; he always took or destroyed everything from the Joestar. Dio entire life had been led to destroy him, to make him nothing but a shell of his former self, to make him a shadow under his wake. But to be here and giving Jonathan insurmountable pleasure gave him a feeling that felt better than the sadistically disgusting satisfaction he gained in the past from Jonathan’s tears. This time, he felt himself being enveloped by Jonathan – he preferred Jonathan this way. A vulnerable and pleased Jonathan warmed his heart more than anything else in the entire world. Was this happiness that he felt? Dio’s stomach welled up as if it were heavy, the feeling moved up to his chest. His heart hurt, but it wasn’t a bad pain he welcomed it and allowed it to give his actions genuine motives. He was genuinely pleasing Jonathan not only for himself, but the man who once stood as his childhood rival. Loud and breathless moans escaped Jonathan’s lips, oh how he loved his name being called out huskily from underneath him. How much Jonathan squirmed and moved underneath Dio brought a zenith of pleasure and he could not help but take Jonathan harder, more aggressively than before.

Considering this was Jonathan’s first time they would probably finish rather early however, Jonathan showed resolve without end. As if he was holding out entirely for Dio. The thought caused butterflies to infiltrate his chest, for him? He shouldn’t have been surprised; it’s what he wanted from Jonathan. To take everything he could from Jonathan but not to leave him miserable – it wasn’t like that anymore in this time in place it changed. If that single night that they shared their first disheveled kiss brought them here he could not help but feel this was going to something to cling to for the long run. Dio then realized something, his actions did not stop. He continued to thrust and sloppily kiss Jonathan all over the place with displaced moans. Dio in turn moaned Jonathan’s name as his fingernails dug into his skin, he shivered contently. More, more, more. Amongst the heavy atmosphere there was one thing Dio was absolutely positive of.

He was afraid of losing Jonathan. The thought made him sick, but this was no time to allow those thoughts to seep in.

Quickly the numbing sensation of pleasure overtook the thoughts, Dio bucked against Jonathan as if he needed to take everything Jonathan offered to him. This time he did not need to take it forcefully, it was given to him and he gave in return. It was foreign to be sharing this sort of affair with Jonathan. But it was nothing he would complain about in the future. His thoughts began to filter out; everything began to melt away… Worries, fears, everything washed away. Dio was not yet reaching his peak and he believed that Jonathan was but surprisingly he was pushing through. However, it was a little too early to let it all out. He would hold out longer, his motions became slower to lengthen the moment. Dio purred, ‘muda muda’ under his breath, Jonathan’s entire body shivered underneath him. Large hands traveled along Jonathan’s sides slowly, sensually. All of Dio’s movements seemed feline in nature; he was careful and calculated amongst the high he experienced. His right hand moved upward, prying Jonathan’s arm from around him, his fingertips trailed along his arm and finally wove between his fingers. Dio gripped his hand against the sheets, the friction beneath them continued to grow.

It was as if they lived within a world without end, everything but them had been a standstill surrounded by husky moans, broken by cracked and breathless voices.

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Jonathan had been tamed, as if he were some type of canine. Dio had won. This night was his and he was going to give Jonathan everything in the entire world. It would be a completely new experience for him as well, and Dio was determined to make the best of it. Although he already knew in the back of his mind there would be many, many more nights just like this one to come. His fingers curled around Jonathan’s cock, his thumb smeared the precum along the shaft. Slowly he pumped his hand; Jonathan’s bucking had sped up the process. Dio’s expression was one full of utter satisfaction to see Jonathan in this manner was fulfilling. It enticed him further; his thoughts were lost to the moans that grew increasingly louder. In such a huge mansion, the two of them had taken solace in a single bedroom. Each movement was passionate, intricate. Perhaps he aimed for perfection in this moment with the man before him but he found himself lost in Jonathan.

Dio’s entire body felt hotter and hotter as the seconds passed. He too, had been aroused simply by Jonathan’s desperation and his groaning. In admiration Dio took in all of Jonathan’s body, this man was his. All of him belonged to Dio and that selfishness would drive the heat further. Uncontrollable desire, long festered feelings that had accumulated over the years being poured out in a single moment, how long had it been? And here they were, hyped up entirely on each other. Jonathan dragged out the rawest emotions out of Dio or rather, they both reeled it out of one another. Dio’s stroke increased in speed, how Jonathan writhed underneath his towering body sent waves of agony throughout his body. He wanted more of Jonathan. Simply teasing him and pleasuring him in this was not enough, he could do more. Jonathan was sickeningly addictive. He had learned this not too long ago but now… But now – it was apparent and realizing this drove his thoughts in a convoluted disaster. What Dio’s attention was drawn to the exposed man before him, a man he shared a history with and here he was creating an entirely new page for their little story.

He was graceful in his treatment of Jonathan; his touch was not too gentle yet not too rough either. Dio was holding back, being gentle with Jonathan? It was unheard of. Yet, he remembered something vaguely and finally put a thought to it… After all, this was Jonathan’s first time and that much was apparent before this even started. Perhaps in the future Jonathan could probably take control and show Dio a different kind of pure and unadulterated passion. Jonathan moaned his name, oh did it course through his veins like some kind of fucked up drug. Yet, what was before them was unfolding at a pace they both tried to keep. Dio carefully watched Jonathan’s facial expression, god, did he love the way that his lip quivered as Dio touched his dick. Did he really feel that good with just his hand? His smile grew larger; he pondered the thought of going much further with him. What would Jonathan’s face look like when…--- Why not find out now? Dio didn’t have to wait and Jonathan didn’t seem completely satisfied with only being teased like this. Dio stopped pumping his hand and uncurled his fingers from the man’s length – an exasperated sigh left Jonathan – maybe he yearned to finish that way. But it wasn’t any fun doing just that was it? Of course it wasn’t -- that was nothing.

At last, Dio removed the rest of his clothing which was only his pants since Jonathan had destroyed his shirt. He had only come over with the clothes on his back maybe he could borrow something from Jonathan before his leave in the morning. But that wasn’t important right now; those thoughts were pushed aside in lieu of current affairs. --- Now Dio’s hands both rested on Jonathan’s shoulders, his torso between his legs. He towered over Jonathan his entire life, but to be above him this way? It was something unthinkable but he did not reject it nor did he deny what this was anymore. However, what was apparent was that both men were aroused. They lusted for each other and making one another wait already had been a rather eventful scenario. Here it was, skin to skin and soon the friction of their bodies would result in uncontainable moans, a squeaking bed, and at long last the joining of their heart, mind, and souls.

Quickly, Dio stammered to apply something rather necessary, lubrication. He figured Jonathan would not have something like that around luckily he had his own. He wasn’t going to hurt Jonathan today, that’d be a rather… Awful pain. Dio looked over at Jonathan, his face was painted with a sly smile. Slowly he entered two fingers into Jonathan coated with lube, catching a rhythm within Jonathan. The movements he made just with two fingers inside of him was enticing, just as it was earlier. Another wave of heat passed throughout Dio. Minutes passed and both men were beginning to get antsy. Pulling his fingers out Dio positioned himself, holding his own girth in his hand and positioning it for easy entrance into Jonathan. He slid in his cock slowly, the first thrust which was followed by several more for Jonathan to grow accustomed to. Dio’s breathing became heavier, accompanied by moans of his own to match those of Jonathan's. He leaned his body over, resting his head between Jonathan's shoulder and neck, kissing and moaning erratically against Jonathan's skin. Any thought that wasn't about Jonathan or pleasure had been erased what was left was this, just this.

They were now lost within each other, two complete opposites of the spectrum joined as one.

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The competition they held since youth had not ended; there was no way in hell Jonathan would willingly be taken so lightly. Dio realized this and often times he would forget that they were always trying to best one another. Would Jonathan end victorious tonight? No, of course not. He would not allow Jonathan to beat him not here and not now. Although, he mused the thought -- Dio would not mind being pleasured by Jonathan but to give him that same feeling is what fuelled him at this very moment. However, there was no time to think of the intricacies and the how ‘delicate’ the current situation was.

As their lips met they exchanged moans, their breathing was heavy and hard. All that filled the room was the shuffling of clothing, and the whimpers that left their lips. Feeling Jonathan’s lips against his neck made him shiver, his exploration of his body left his heart beating rapidly. He wanted more. He wanted more, he wanted everything. Dio was going to take Jonathan all to himself and tonight. Jonathan shared the same sentiment and fighting for who would take control was exhausting in itself. Dio enjoyed this, but he enjoyed Jonathan most of all. Inhaling his scent and tasting his lips. He grabbed Jonathan who seemed to have the upper hand in the moment out of surprise – aggressively pushing him down to the bed. There was that anger, the anger that once fed his rage for the Joestar boy, now a man. Dio pinned Jonathan beneath him, he found his lips kissing his neck as if he needed Jonathan simply to live.

He craved Jonathan. He wanted Jonathan. Dio needed Jonathan.

Jonathan’s neck was left with bites and love marks, how was he going to cover those up? Dio didn’t care, he wanted everyone to know. He kissed along Jonathan’s neck where he had bitten him up and slowly moved up to kiss his jawline. Dio could feel Jonathan desperately push against him to end up on top, but he was not going to allow him to win. He wasn’t going to win this and he was going to make damn sure of it. Exploring Jonathan’s body was heavenly, finding where he melted and caved in was something he had never thought about but now – it had become everything. Jonathan’s moans filtered the air and it brought a high he could not explain. The intensity of the moment burned, into their skins and into their very souls. Dio kneaded his thigh against Jonathan’s crotch. He was going to weaken him in the best way he knew how. Slowly he slid his fingertips along Jonathan’s chest, along his stomach, slipping his hand down his pants which had been loosened in the entire foray. Dio was no idiot. He had known that Jonathan had already been hard since their encounter escalated. Dio smirked wildly as if he were some feral animal. His finger tips teased Jonathan, how his face contorted to Dio’s every whim was beyond adorable.

Jonathan Joestar was vulnerable. Would Dio take that chance or would Jonathan come up at the top?

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Dio asserted himself to stay and Jonathan felt the relief of it immediate, evidenced in a small smile that he tried his best to hide. Jonathan would probably have brought it up eventually but was thankful that he didn’t end up having to blurt something out and embarrass himself further (which he was incredibly capable of, honestly). He regarded the other man with a small nod. "Of course…" His voice was small but genuinely glad, too tiny to come from a many of his size, his eyes enraptured in the other’s. Water and fire, coming together in a chemical reaction that could rival any explosion in its quiet intensity. He couldn’t help himself, not with Dio, and the blonde seemed to know that. Jonathan reached out and brushed his fingers against the other’s cheek gently, thinking quietly to himself. A silence - natural and calm - fell between them as he cupped the side of his face, studying him. Seeing Dio this way, feeling him and relishing his soft skin… Jonathan was enamored, from his eyes to his thin nose to his cheekbones, his full lips and neck—Ahh. Realizing a comfortable moment later that he had not only not addressed the question, but that his own face was also growing redder, he could only smile again, embarrassed. Dio had him in the palm of his hand, it seemed.

“… …You.”

It was truly an honest answer and Dio probably knew that. It left out a lot of specific details in his mind of course but it would take a lot more for Jonathan to share those so readily. He was, after all, a gentleman… at the same time, however, did the rules really apply to them in this sense? It’s not like they had really been following any kind of guidelines he could be familiar with nor did love even work in that manner. Jonathan was simply stuck in his analytical ways no matter how hard he tried to let them go. Dio could change that, he imagined; relationships took the work of two people, and Jonathan needed Dio as his other half.

His gaze had fallen once more from his amber eyes to his lips. He was fixated on how pink they were, like two crushed rose petals, and the way they framed white teeth, sharp and almost carnivorous. There was a danger to Dio that Jonathan still couldn’t deny… but whereas he once shyed away it now kept him coming back for more, hungry. It was intoxicating, in a way. A strange drug, one he couldn’t quit even if he tried. He had never lived a life sober of Dio before and he would be happier to remain that way.

Despite having already answered Dio’s question, Jonathan still couldn’t help but wonder what he meant by it exactly. He was no stranger to ulterior motives, especially when they concerned this man. Was Dio perhaps seducing him? The thought alone trembled in his spine as he came to terms with the fact that he really, really wanted that to be true. His nerves were on edge - God, he had never done anything like that before - but Dio’s body language told a story that Jonathan wanted to hear more of, to taste and practically ingest as his own. It sent warmth - searing heat - through his stomach and rose to his chest, where it fluttered against his heart and he felt as though a beat had physically skipped. The power Dio had over him was incredible and had been tangible since they were children, fighting and hating one another without realizing how important the other was. Even now Jonathan wanted to charm him best he could when the reality was that he was the one being charmed by this serpentine man, as it always had been, in a way. Taking that chance in the pet shop had lead to his greatest downfall.

Jonathan Joestar, addicted to Dio Brando and nothing else.

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His eyes widened at the answer he received. Dio had already known that would be Jonathan’s answer but to hear it escape his lips brought in a completely different feeling. It caught him by surprise and he clung to the answer despite its simplicity. ‘You’ it held so much meaning to himself and to Jonathan. It was if it washed over him like tides gently sweeping over the sand of the shoreline. It enveloped him in his entirety, his entire body burned. The sensation covered every inch of him – a feeling that he’d only ever felt with Jonathan. Dio inched his face closer to Jonathan’s however, he lingered from his lips as if he were teasing him. He knew what Jonathan wanted, but would he give it to him right then and there? He wanted to have some fun with him and a flustered and a soon to be desperate Jonathan was probably the most satisfying of all.

Jonathan’s gentle touch invaded him, or rather, welcomed him home. It was sweet, warm, and above all comforting. His flushed cheeks made Dio smile, when was the last time he had been genuinely happy? It had been with his mother… But now, he shared happiness between himself and this man. Jonathan Joestar… No longer did he feel contempt for his former foe. All he felt now were feelings of delight. A different sort of fire burned within Dio now.

It was lust.

Dio felt himself yearning to feel Jonathan’s skin against his. The only times their skin had ever met were from violent punches to the face and what not. Their encounters only ever brought blood. However, at this moment that was not what he wanted. What he wanted was to feel Jonathan, friction between both their bodies…

Dio had never felt this way for Jonathan. He desired his body, his lips to touch every inch of him. His hands wanted to feel every part of him – all of Jonathan is what he wanted. To join in union to fill their souls and pleasure their bodies was what he wanted at this moment. It seemed as Jonathan shyly wished for the same and Dio would be more than willing to give. Finally after teasingly keeping his lips centimeters from Jonathan’s he locked lips with him. His hands moved from along his waist to his bottom. What qualities drew him to Jonathan this way? Was it the angular features of his face, his broad shoulders, and the way he moved? Or everything about him that seemed so intoxicating that just brought the entirety of his attention to him. Dio’s kiss turned sensual, his tongue slipped into Jonathan’s mouth. This would throw the gentleman off, there was going to be no need for calculating every move. What would ensue would be raw and would happen without a course. None of this should be preordained; there would be no thinking – only fulfilling each others carnal desires.

This would be the first time he would make love, genuine and full of something real. Dio had his experiences but none of them matched up to this. Nothing had quite happened yet but he knew -- he knew this is what he wanted with Jonathan. Dio’s body heated up against the other man, a passion fueled by what they started. Who knew that a simple kiss would lead to something bigger than what they could have ever anticipated? In the middle of the kitchen, Dio started the spark. He stopped thinking of anything else and his entire world centered on Jonathan. It was all him, him, him. Large hands rubbed along his bottom, and up his waist messing up his attire. Jonathan looking like a mess drove him crazy, Dio’s breathing heightened – it was erratic. Dio pulled away from Jonathan’s lips, saliva hanging from Jonathan’s mouth to his. Breathlessly Dio whispered huskily, “I want you.” He pushed against Jonathan; to the bedroom would be their final destination.

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start the fire ★ dio

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Although he was sure Dio noticed his slip up - how couldn’t he, it was incredibly obvious and devastatingly embarrassing - in the situation they currently shared that probably didn’t matter as much as it once would have. None of that previous negativity mattered; they could be human around one another, which meant mistakes, and share feelings just as raw and real as that first night had been. And completely real it was… never in his life had Jonathan given himself up that way, never did he feel so deep in his heart a feeling that strong. It was inspiring, in a way, and even if Dio didn’t think of himself in the manner, Jonathan felt a great deal of inspiration from him. Even at their worst, Dio’s presence made Jonathan more motivated than anything or anyone else did. He always wanted to be better, faster, stronger… and Dio was always a challenge, a fight waiting to be won. To some degree this was probably still true; he just wasn’t exactly sure where it would come up again.

Listening to his partner, Jonathan couldn’t help but feel relaxed by Dio’s voice. That deep, careful quality in which he spoke had once scared him - it couldn’t be more of the opposite, now. He chose his statements with absolute precision in the same way his mind worked, quickly and efficiently. Certain words had a slight purr to them; Jonathan flushed, taking a sip of the wine to distract his fluster. His body language had a strange sensual quality to it, as well… had Jonathan really never noticed any of this before? How could that even be possible? Or perhaps these qualities had once only unnerved him. Technically they still did, if his blushing face was evidence of that, and even he knew that to be true. He couldn’t help himself, now - not when the other presented himself as such. Dio, elegant with an almost feline quality. It made Jonathan shiver.

"… A late start," He mused, giving his drink a delicate swish within the safety of its glass confines. That meant a lot of things - literally, Dio wouldn’t have to open the store until much later than normal… but on a completely different spectrum it gave him a freedom this evening that Jonathan hadn’t quite expected upon his visit. Logically he had thought just then that Dio could stay the night as a result… but he, of course, was shy and unsure of himself, which meant he wouldn’t actually suggest that. Not to mention how it conflicted with his manners… what was even the etiquette for a suggestion like that? They hadn’t even gone on any kind of proper date — unless this was that date? This was becoming too much for him to stand, so he took another drink and looked over at him.

His mind flourished with thoughts of their first evening together. Every part of it had changed his life, especially because it had his first real intimate experience like that and so much of it was still left unsaid. Jonathan was more of a chaste man than that night implied, but more than anything, he wanted to share nights like that again and again with Dio. Unless prompted at this point, he wouldn’t say any of that, however. No, given the fact that his face only seemed to grow hotter at the thought kept his confidence down. He was far too prideful and anxious to possibly bring it up - it wouldn’t be the proper thing to do - and hoped instead that Dio would feel compelled to do so. Amazingly so (probably because it wouldn’t be venemous), he would even accept teasing at this point if it meant they could actually discussed what had happened between them… and possibly do it all again.

Jonathan took another drink.

[manifesten]

Dio took swigs of his drink, it wasn’t too bad. He was obviously not one for moderation as Jonathan was. They differed in their drinking habits and that much was obvious. However, he hadn’t had the taste of alcohol in quite a while – well, what seemed to be a while for him. He did not particularly miss the taste of it either. Although what he did miss was Jonathan’s lips. They had shared a kiss not too long ago but he could go for another meeting of the lips. Jonathan’s face had been flushed for quite a while now. What could he be thinking? He supposed he could ask, Dio had a knack for squeezing out Jonathan’s thoughts rather easily. He smirked ear to ear; he would coax Jonathan to speak.

He already knew that a gentleman like Jonathan would not openly speak of more intimate matters freely. In this case, especially Jonathan – he wasn’t experienced and from assumption Dio figured this was his first time being serious with someone. For the lucky one to be him of all people, it made it all the better for Dio. He could be every first with Jonathan and the thought alone excited him. He felt like a school boy with a crush for the first time. However, he hadn’t realized that his cheeks were beginning to brighten up as red as Jonathan’s. Dio backtracked his thoughts; he had no plans of leaving for the night. How would he tell his partner that? It wasn’t very hard, although last time he had not asked at all it just sort of happened. Would it work out this way as well? He felt it best that he let him know, “…I’m staying with you for the night.” Dio felt no need to ask if it was alright or not he already knew that Jonathan would accept it anyways. Reading his body language as it was – wasn’t a difficult feat to begin with. He could read Jonathan like this favorite book; he knew every detail, every inch of him. After all, he had spent practically his entire life with this man. But there were some facets of him that he never knew where there. Actually, they had been there but opening his heart up to Jonathan made him recognize small details of Jonathan he never knew existed.

Swiftly, Dio moved himself closer to Jonathan he had been away from him long enough. His drink had long been finished and being mesmerized by just watching Jonathan wasn’t enough to quench a different sort of thirst. He grabbed Jonathan’s waist and brought him close to his chest. Dio was careful enough so that Jonathan would not spill what was left of his drink all over him. He brought the flustered male’s face closer to his. Their faces were mere inches from each other. This was his favorite part, to be so close to Jonathan and be able to see all of his expressions up close and personal. Feeling Jonathan’s breath trail down his skin, feeling his warmth, they were everything Dio craved. He craved all of Jonathan from head to toe, all of him he wanted solely for himself. To be in this position, having Jonathan in his arms… It was bliss. The world around them collapsed and faded away – none of it existed when these two men shared the same quarters. More so, it was even truer in their current state. Their eyes met, warm and cool colors twisting together intoxicated with one another.

No words needed to be said; their bodies told the entire story. Silence was enough for them however; a few words could break the quiet atmosphere. Neither of them would mind if that were to happen. Whose voice would break the peace? Once again he pondered what could be keeping him so distracted and so flustered? Dio needed to know. He asked his inquiry with a voice that was low, husky and enticing, “What are you thinking about? You seem rather preoccupied.”

Dio yearned to spend countless nights with Jonathan. He did not want to leave not now, not ever.

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start the fire ★ dio

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His touch was soft - a common occurrence, now - but still held all of the same cunning that Dio was just so good at employing. It was immediate in where he started on Jonathan’s shoulder and slid himself down with catlike tread, their fingers now threaded. He barely had the time to follow his motions before he was being pulled into his own home, not that he really minded so much. From behind him, Danny had woken up and followed after them, the tags around his neck clicking together as he passed them in the doorway with a surprising amount of grace. Perhaps Dio had taught him to behave as such - it would certainly make sense in the way he seemed to held his chest proudly. Could dogs learn pretentiousness? Maybe, but it didn’t matter that much because while he was a polite pooch to all Danny favored Jonathan (and subsequently Dio) over every other human. Yeah, Dio had definitely taught him that.

As he spoke, Jonathan closed the door behind them, letting the blonde lead him toward the kitchen. It’s not like Dio didn’t already know his home backward and forward and could practically cook himself a meal there… and his confidence was nice when it wasn’t aimed at making him miserable.

"Busy," He lamented with a small laugh, "Final examinations are in two weeks. Makes for a lot of extra work… I just want my students to do as well as possible." Unlike other professors around him - those who taught merely for the decent paycheck and cushy benefits - Jonathan genuinely cared about the future of his students.  The experiences that came with teaching these kids had been some of the best in his life; young people had so much to say and a lot of spirit. Most of them, anyway. He only know of a few that were like him in that sense, not that it necessarily made him better than they were, but it was definitely rare to actually go out of your way (past the basics of your lesson/lecture plan) to help your students. He truly wanted them to get the most out of their education. It was expensive to study a craft professionally and while Jonathan never had to worry about that, it almost made him more conscious of how students could struggle as a result. If it meant a couple weeks of little sleep and harder work, he would do it. Those kids could really change the world. He was so sure of that.

Briefly, Jonathan let go of Dio to visit the small wine cabinet he kept in the kitchen. His father’s collection of wine had its own cellar and if he had known Dio was stopping by he would have definitely made a point to take something from there… but as it all came as a surprise, he didn’t think Dio would mind. There would always be more evenings to spend drinking and talking… that thought alone warmed him more than any glass of wine could. 

"But what about you?" He said, choosing a nice Veuve Clicquot La Grande Dame, aged to perfection, and two delicate glasses. "How is the shop since I last—" He stumbled over the statement, his smile awkward and followed by a blush. He really hasn’t been there since… well. That night. "—Since I picked up Danny?"

[manifesten]

As their fingers parted, Dio’s flustered expression dissipated. He was not going to turn around to show Jonathan his face until the warmth left his cheeks. Finally, he turned to face Jonathan and listen in on what has been going on since the last time they had seen each other. Dio narrowed his eyes at the man before him, he cared a little too much for his students but he found it amiable. If their circumstances had been any different he would have just laughed in his face, why bother with a bunch of brats? That’s the point of caring so much about a bunch of idiots just wanting to get a good grade and then get their sorry asses out of there? At this moment, those were fleeting thoughts. Jonathan was someone admirable despite the intense hatred he once felt for him. Dio wondered how Jonathan did it – dealing with so many at once and trying to teach them something just to pass a class. He felt his chest getting tighter, what was this? It was as if everything he learned about Jonathan just added onto how he felt about him. So quickly Dio was able to fall prey to his charm. This was something he could no longer deny.

Dio was enamored with Jonathan Joestar.

No longer did he want to be away from his side, his touch… It was a desperate feeling; desperation filtered every fiber of his feeling. However, he refrained from allowing the burning sensation that filled his entire being at this moment. Dio closed his eyes for a moment, images of Jonathan during their first kiss flashed as outlines in his mind. No longer did he question these feelings or these thoughts. There was no need to, he was absolutely positive and being here with Jonathan allowed him to solve that mystery. He found himself lost in his thoughts almost like a daydream, had Jonathan spoken throughout all of that? He wasn’t sure. Perhaps he hadn’t, he had been enticed simply by Jonathan’s presence. Although, he did manage to make out some of the conversation he replied quietly, “I see. As expected of you. You’ve never seemed to give up on anyone even devoting your own free time for the success of others.”

Dio carefully watched Jonathan’s movements, he was graceful. It was expected of a man who excelled at being a gentleman or rather devoted his entire lifestyle to being one. However, Dio had spent most of his trying to be better than Jonathan at everything and that included everything that made a gentleman. Everything from A to Z, he was always a step ahead of Jonathan much to his chagrin. But in this time and place, they were equals. There was no longer competition or butting of heads – or maybe there might be but in the future just not now. It was as if they were slowly and sweetly enjoying a honeymoon together. Nothing could shatter these moments they spent together. Jonathan poured the both of them some kind of fancy wine. Dio could have cared less about the brand but simply being in the same radius of Jonathan brought him a feeling that alcohol could not. Alcohol was once Dio’s most trustworthy partner, it never failed him and it never left him. It was always there. But now with Jonathan, he no longer needed to rely on tonics or disgustingly bitter ales.

Folding his arms over his chest, Dio tilted his head and thought about the last few weeks. They’d been rather busy, filled to the brim with responsibilities. As he spoke again his tone came off as pained, “I’ve been fine, the usual. The shop is running smoothly… Luckily I get a break for now. Late start tomorrow thankfully.” Jonathan’s flustered expression was one he could not miss; it brought butterflies to his stomach. It was an unforgettable experience that day. The feelings that were sent ablaze since that moment still had not gone away. Had Jonathan single handedly quell Dio and what ailed him? It seemed that way. 

[yomawaro]

【腐】JDまとめ

[manifesten]

open / interview

[twcrybaby]

It didn’t matter anyway. Whether he knew his name or not had very little to do with getting a paycheck or listening to instruction. Besides, he almost always answered to ‘hey kid’ out of reflex anyway. It was more likely than not that he wouldn’t even realize his name had been long left behind in old memories of this day and filed paperwork at the bottom of some drawer. 

"Got it." Comfortable, but not rolled-out-of-bed, still in his pajamas comfortable. He could do that. In fact, he actually preferred it rather than having some company-mandated uniform he’d have to constantly keep track of. Being able to look good and hang out with animals all day? Having an unsociable boss wouldn’t be that bad, all things considered.

"Dio Brando… So. Mr. Brando? Or Dio?" A slight pause. "Or do you really want me to call you full-on Dio Brando?"

[manifesten]

Dio shook his head, crossing his arms against his chest, "Dio is fine." Being on a first name basis with your boss was a little weird but he preferred to hear his name. He wasn't too fond of his surname, it reminded him of his father. The thought made him shudder he wasn't going to elaborate on that thought any further. However, his new employee seemed to be rather content with the arrangements of working here. Let's see if he could haul ass to make it all work and seamlessly flow along the tides of the animal business. Dio stared blankly at the boy. What was his name again... Oh right, it didn't matter.

"If you want we can discuss your wages, however I'm sure you'll find it more than satisfactory to your needs." Dio was notorious for overpaying his employees, it kept them efficient and it shut them up rather quickly. He would do anything to make this entire ordeal easier on him and if it meant bribing a bunch of kids - so be it. He would do just that. If it shut the kid up and kept the animals well kept along with happy customers he was not going to complain.

This is what he needed after all. 

[manifesten]

♣☠

♣ - a text not meant for you

to: Puccifrom: DIO

MESSAGE:

Did you know ancient Egyptians shaved off their eyebrows to mourn the deaths of their cats?

Wait, he had just sent the message to the wrong person. Quickly he typed out another text before he received a response.

Shit, you're the snake guy ignore that message.

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☠ - misguided advice

to: Puccifrom: DIO

MESSAGE:

Need to de-stress? You should kick a lamb.

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start the fire ★ dio

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If the relationship itself was confusing and hard, getting lost in a kiss felt easy. With absolutely no prior experience, it was strange how quickly he took to physicality, but whenever he questioned it he realized they had been building chemistry nearly their entire lives. You couldn’t just learn another person the way he and Dio had learned each other; you got to know them without even trying. The more you were around them, the more they became a part of you. Dio was a part of him, which made this part of it all the easiest. The actual logic would take time, especially given his own hard headedness, but he would do whatever it took to understand. For now, Dio was here, in his arms, and that mattered most.

To feel Dio against his skin after the weeks he had without him was just what he didn’t know he needed. This Dio was new; he tasted like spring, familiar in theory but different in its birth. He fit perfectly within the environment of the estate - the air crisp, fresh,.. Dio represented everything like that. Trees turning lush, flowers blooming, sunshine welcoming itself back to a greener earth; the situation seemed to romanticize itself rather easily. It reminded him of the books he liked to read, which was almost embarrassing to think about if only for how cliche it seemed. His homecoming was just like the heroes in those stories; he had once looked to them for inspiration, only to realize he was in the presence of some kind of legend already. Jonathan knew he could always look forward to this as something he wanted to cherish for as long as possible. He truly hoped forever; Dio had been here this long, what would he be without him? Jonathan wouldn’t and couldn’t be the same.

But he was getting ahead of himself. It didn’t help him to worry this way or even briefly consider what turmoil could come in the future. His inner battle wouldn’t be stopped that easily… but for now he was satisfied, knotting his fingers in his partner’s golden locks and relishing their softness. He briefly remembered a time in his youth during one of their many fights in which Dio towered over him, just as battered and bruised as he. He had been close enough to him that Jonathan - through the freshness of blood - could smell the slightest hint of spice. Cinnamon. Despite their childhood fighting Dio prided himself on being just as gentlemanly as he - if only to spite Jonathan and rise above him - and as such, of course he maintained cleanliness and exceptional hygiene. To this day, that remained. Spice, cinnamon. And Dio, close to him, enough to take that in.

They pulled away, Jonathan struck with Dio and having lost himself in their union. As the other spoke it took him a moment to shake off the flutter and he laughed awkwardly. He was right; where had his manners gone? 

"Ah, of course - please." He stepped back, opening the door up for his companion and scratching behind his head a bit nervously.

[manifesten]

A tiny smile crept across his lips; Dio was still capable of catching Jonathan off guard even like this. Even more so than usual, instead of violently punching him across the face a simple kiss was enough to knock him off-kilter. He preferred a flustered Jonathan than a bloodied one now -- it was a radical change for the both of them. Dio liked watching Jonathan’s expressions change from yearning, embarrassment, and all of those faces that were meant only for him. He would be the only one to see these faces and above all, he treasured that and selfishly wished to keep it that way. No one else would be the one to make Jonathan Joestar melt; only he, Dio, would. He would do anything in his power to keep it that way and the thought of it only encouraged his feelings for the man to spike. All he wanted in his world was this man, as much as it angered him. It also brought him greatest joy in the entire world. Something he would not hope to change for whatever reason for as long as it could last.

For years Dio spent his days alongside Jonathan whether it was attending school or their visitations to each others homes. It was mostly under the duress of their parents but each visit escalated into violent fights often instigated by Dio. He was never one to through the first punch, it had always been Jonathan. So for Dio to start the dice rolling he would push and push his companion, it never bored him. He could never get bored of Jonathan, something about him made him delectable, sweet and savory. You could never get enough of it and this case, him. Dio could not get enough of Jonathan he wanted every single piece of him for himself. But what was apparent was how much Jonathan filled Dio’s world, without him it would be only half of what it is now. The man who shaped Dio the most in this entire godforsaken world was Jonathan. No one else could warp him or bend him in the ways this man did. Anyone else had been unable despite several attempts, and he was content that of all people it was Jonathan.

Dio attempted to stifle a laugh, being like this with Jonathan was rather heartwarming. Despite their long history a break in their once aggressive and clashing natures it was something to bask in. Perhaps he never wanted this to end, scratch that, he was sure he did not want it to end. Dio had taken the trek here just to see him – which in itself wasn’t surprising but the reason he was here was something completely new to him and even Jonathan. He was here to spend time with Jonathan, just spend time next to him whether it was small talk or sitting in silence. Dio minded neither, anything with him would suffice. He began reminiscence about what his prior visits brought only bloodied knuckles, black eyes, or a bloody nose. But now he realized, he came here to set his heart aflutter. It was disgusting. However, it was something he welcomed entirely and soon he would forget that disgust. All that lingered was his passion for Jonathan… Jonathan.

He had invited him inside, and held the door open for him. Jonathan’s nervousness was rather cute; Dio could stammer like a small child however he refrained from making a scene. How dare Jonathan be this cute. But before he could go inside, Dio placed a hand on Jonathan’s shoulder and slowly slid it down his arm. Finally, his hand reached the other man’s – he slipped his fingers between Jonathan’s. He firmly held his hand and pulled him inside.

“How have you been?”

Dio had obviously been trying to hide his expression which was currently painted pink. The blood rushed to his cheeks, he would not allow Jonathan to see him this way.

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start the fire ★ dio

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And there was the word. Jonathan felt himself attach to it; his chest tightened, the pain from his headache vanishing as it lost his immediate attention. Boyfriend… he had never really been called that except in passing, only as an easier means of identification. He had gone on a few casual dates (usually set up by friends) and the women were nice, of course, but had never amounted to anything more than a couple evenings of dinner. Going on dates and dating were two entirely opposite things, he had come to realize, but with Dio a lot of the etiquette was lost on Jonathan.

"…. Boyfriend." He repeated. It tasted weird on his tongue. Foreign. Still, to hear this from Dio was certainly a surprise, because he wasn’t forthcoming with his emotions. He really wasn’t forthcoming about anything that would even suggest vulnerability, actually. These surprises as of late were never unwelcome - in fact, something like this was pleasant at this point, if only because it helped him reach necessary conclusions, but still discomforted Jonathan in that he never knew what to expect. Nothing was calculated or properly prepared, there was no kind of control; as a man of discipline, this greatly bothered him. But Dio was different, completely. Everything about him was different - a total enigma - and while it was a challenge to accept sometimes, Jonathan felt determined to make it all work out. For him.

Carefully, he approached the other man, almost like a dog approaching a cat for the first time. It was funny how similar their statures were; he could look Dio directly in the eye despite how much it felt like he was looked down upon in their youth. …But things were different, now - he couldn’t stop thinking about that, how unsettling everything was, especially when coming to terms with it all. Changing the years and years of treatment that Dio and Jonathan shared with one another was already difficult and would probably only get harder; he imagined those words were even understated at best. These thoughts and anxieties consumed his mind as he reached out and delicately touched Dio’s chin, when his opposite hand lightly touched his waist, and when he finally brought his lips to the other’s. Like a small spark, his thinking changed, then… it was indeed different. He and Dio were different people. That much couldn’t be denied.

And Jonathan liked it better that way.

[manifesten]

Jonathan seemed rather lost in thought, but that wasn’t anything unusual. Dio knew that his partner often thought too much of any given situation. He was analytical but he was not as cunning as he was. Which was fine, they contrasted each other in several ways but it made them work. They were like two pieces of a puzzle, a rather jagged puzzle but nonetheless they fit just right. In the moment, all he saw was the man before him. It had always been this way – but now he saw him in a different light. Dio never thought this would come, in reality that went for both of them. However, neither of them fought it. They embraced (rather awkwardly for the most part) what this was, this relationship, and these new found feelings. Despite everything else – they could be happy. Or perhaps, Dio would finally try to give Jonathan the happiness he deserved after the turmoil of their childhoods up to the moment they finally allowed a different emotion to overtake and change everything they once knew. 

Very quickly both men ended up locked tightly within each other’s arms. It was natural, after all the blood and bruises it ended with this. Dio welcomed Jonathan’s touch, their lips met.

How much did Jonathan yearn for this moment to come? It had been quite a while since their last kiss of heated passion. That kiss had been enough to drain both of them of their energy. This time, it was welcoming. It was as if Dio had just come back home – he had found home within Jonathan. After feeling like a pariah wherever he turned he could look at Jonathan and feel something he had never felt in his entire life. Why did Jonathan make him feel this way? Why this man of all people? Dio had been through countless faces but had never felt what this man brought him. His happiness was evoked by the man who melted away the walls of his pent up heart. For once he could allow emotion to flow through, but it wasn’t that easy. Dio was not one to keep Jonathan up in the air about what he felt or what he thought about unless he truly needed to. But he felt that Jonathan knew Dio well enough to catch the subtleties in his actions. 

Dio coated Jonathan’s face with kisses; the scene was nothing anyone could have ever imagined between both men. It was like watching two high school boys with crushes and holding hands for the very first time. An embarrassing sight, really but neither of them seemed to mind it. Finally, in the midst of it all Dio whispered, “Aren’t you going to invite me inside?”