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temper temper.

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Regardless of how large and burly Jotaro is, he’s still a kid. Seventeen years old and he bears the appearance and attitude of a young adult on steroids. The Joestar lineage graces its descendant males with a large body and an even larger heart— one that Jotaro keeps guarded with a cold-fronted facade. Joseph had already nearly ruined himself with that ingenuity of his. Jotaro could not suffer the same fate.

Deep sea greens kept a constant gaze on the other man. Genetics aren’t that giving. There’s a low chance of any other person in the world to have such a large stature and thick eyebrows like that— well, outside of the family, anyways. Burliness ran in the Joestar family, after all. Jotaro, still young, has the short end of the muscular stick. This man, however, has been thoroughly graced with testosterone.

A sharp exhale left the student, quick to remove his since soiled gakuran and tossing it in the elder’s direction. “Hardly.” Short-spoken, bold, and harsh; all common qualities of Jotaro’s typical speaking voice. 

He just really didn’t want to explain the dirty jacket to his mother. 

Quick to turn his back on the elder, and hands finding their homes in his pants pockets, Jotaro took his slowed strides. Only a second later did he turn his head as if to check if the other is still there.  His footsteps halted at that moment, brows lowered and his gaze turning dull.

"Hurry up. I have a curfew." Incredible. 

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All he could do was sigh as he easily caught the jacket in his wide grasp. Kids these days.

But he was not dishonest before; if paying the fee to get this cleaned would keep him from any more trouble, Jonathan didn't mind to do it. He had hoped for a bit more appreciation, but he hoped of that from everyone. As a man of impeccable manners, it surprised and disappointed him when others did not behave the same way. It couldn't be helped, especially not with this young man, he was beginning to realize.

Once he was addressed again, Jonathan straightened, catching up to him. The two began a silent walk, side by side; as the other stayed in line with his stride, he couldn't help but remark once more on their similar stature. It was strange to meet another individual like him, and especially so young. How curious, indeed.

"... Do you roughhouse often?" He mused after a while of quiet, neatly folding the jacket he gently cradled. His voice was careful and lacked the intrusion that one would expect from a person in his situation. Seeing as he willingly let this younger man boss him around, it was easy to tell that kind of thing wasn't his style. "You seem... experienced." Was that the best word for it? He wasn't quite sure - he hadn't fought in what felt like years. He and Dio had grown too old for that--erm, among other things.

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“…I love you, Jonathan.”

Dio’s words were nothing but genuine, directly spoken from his inner core. Jonathan felt it deep within his own center, tugging and squeezing, as Dio’s presence did so often. If there had even been the tiniest amount of doubt left in the swelling of his love, it was lost in the way the other spoke, so clearly, sure of himself and the two of them. He had opened his eyes as he heard and felt the words on his lips, blues mixing with the cloudy ruby eyes that belonged to his now crying lover. Crying? Jonathan reached up carefully to brush his cheeks. His look was soft, caring – the most gentle of concern as he placed a kiss just under where the tears had began.

He had never noticed until now just how long Dio’s eyelashes were, not until they were cloaked in tears that seemed to glitter against the bright of his eyes. A unique color, they were, displaying one of the most human emotions of all in their understated beauty. From those eyes, to his slender nose, to his cheekbones and soft lips… he was a stunning man, lovely in ways Jonathan had only ever known in females. Dio had become picturesque in the sense that the Joestar couldn’t get enough of watching him, alive and present beside him, because it meant that they were together in the smallest capacity. There was no greater love in his life than what he felt for Dio in this moment, and what he knew he would feel for the rest of his life. He couldn’t imagine another person this way and frankly didn’t want anyone else this way.

A future with him was all Jonathan craved and everything he hoped for. What used to bring him pain, the idea of being with Dio forever, was now the only thing he wanted. Maybe deep down this feeling of love had surfaced and masked itself in hatred instead all along. Maybe ignorance had kept the two of them from these emotions for so long, and now was the proper moment to realize them. Perhaps that was what life had meant for the two of them. To some degree, Jonathan did believe in fate. Soul mates were certainly real, an eternal partner who completed someone in every possible way. Eternity. Destiny.

Dio was that destiny, eternally his… and Jonathan eternally Dio’s.

“…I love you, Dio…” He whispered, breaking into a smile as he pressed his forehead against his collar. Small kisses were feathered against his collar and neck before he rested against him.

“Forever.”

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♛ about me. ♕

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BASICS:

name: meaghan age: 21 birthday: january 20th zodiac: aquarius  single or taken: taken by the dio to my jonathan height: about 5’7” eye color: blue green middle name: lyndsay favorite color: teal lucky number: 9

SPECIFICS/DETAILS:

hogwarts house: ravenclaw favorite fictional character: hahaha as if i could choose one favorite television show: currently it’s bob’s burgers favorite season: fall describe yourself in a few words: loud, loyal, excitable, silly and genuine meaning of your name: it’s derived from “margaret” which means “pearl” if i remember correctly I had to do a project on this in like 6th fuckin grade

ultimate otp: why are you making me CHOOSE ONLY ONE

what do you plan to/do for a living: i want to be a character/concept artist for animated movies or video games while also showing my own original work in galleries and such

THIS OR THAT:

introvert or extrovert: mostly extrovert dawn or dusk: dusk righty or lefty: righty coffee or tea: neither lmfao rain or shine: rain… reading or writing: writing

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His doubts meant nothing the very moment Dio spoke. They grew petty as his words collected and became luscious, sincere feelings of passion. All of the weight that had previously thrown itself against his chest, dragging down his shoulders, twisting against his neck... the pressure was gone. Nothing. Suddenly it was just him and Dio once again, the atmosphere around them reacting to their broken statements of love and devotion. He had heard them whilst pressed flush against him, soaking in his every phrase, and yet he still had to question himself if only to remain somewhat grounded. Did Dio really say that just now? Did his words seem to mirror the very makings of Jonathan's heart, the very coding of his veins and pumping blood... did Dio love him just the same as he fiercely and passionately loved him?

It was all still unbelievable. That much was certain. But that was perhaps the magic of it all; the fact that he would never again be able to recreate this with anyone, the fact that with Dio, all things were clear and bright and the world itself became new. Dio was spring, an awakening from a slumber Jonathan hadn't known he slept for so long. He had never felt so bad and then so unabashedly good all at once - he had never once felt this kind of love from anyone, never in his life. His very soul felt liberated of the darkest shadows, freedom provided from words so sweet that they nearly melted against the embrace they shared. Only Dio could do that for him. It was only Dio, all of the time, twisting him in the courtship of adoration, of passion and romance. From previous doubt came the utmost confidence and love. From the pain of the past and the uncertainty of the future came dependable, honesty commitment, in which Jonathan had surrendered his life to Dio on a whim... only to receive his in return.

Now Jonathan and Dio together would probably never make enough logical sense. And right now, that didn't matter. It couldn't matter anymore, he simply wouldn't allow it. There was a time and place for fear, a time and place to allow the future to scare you, and Jonathan knew once and for all that he would never let himself feel that way about his relationship again. Not with Dio, not following his heartfelt confession. How could he possibly? Though he hadn't expected anything particularly specific to come from his own outburst, Jonathan certainly didn't expect him to be so open and so incredibly real. The whole thing was real, in front of him, trembling in his grasp and trying its best to hold back its tears. Dio had never expressed himself this way for anybody else. He struggled with emotions and toward Jonathan it was probably tenfold more difficult for the same reasons the Joestar had struggled, as well. Jonathan knew this was special, important, and meant only for him. A rare opportunity to come from an even more rare moment between them. If that didn't speak of timeless, eternal love... he would probably be fated to never feel love in his life.

Dio was eternity. There was only Dio and Jonathan, in passionate, fiery, unconventional love.

He tucked his head against Dio's neck, showering him in kisses before moving to take his lips in his own once more. His skin, those lips... a welcome softness. Tasting the salt from his own tears, he delicately grabbed either side of Dio's face, his kiss the most sincere apology he could possibly express to the other for what had happened. It was tender, gentle in application but swelled with the intensity of his love. Their love. He knew deep down it wasn't his fault, and certainly nobody could actually be at fault in this situation. But he wanted Dio to know how much he cared about this and how much he wanted this to work, because Dio had become everything to him. Dio was the moon that soaked and bathed them in its glow from outside, he was the night air, crisp and certain of its chill. He was the sky, glittered with stars and flush with all of the beauty in the universe.

His entire world was Dio. The world itself, only Dio. Eternal.

After a still moment, he released their bond, his forehead touching the other's. Light hair collapsed with dark, feathered against their brows. He closed his eyes. 

"How could I ever doubt you?"

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propersalute:

Of course.

As Jonathan spoke, Levi’s chin rest on his palm, silver eyes idly cast on the speaker’s form. He had trouble digesting Jonathan’s kindness. No man should be so selfless and still maintain a hold on such a lavish estate? Those two, in Levi’s cynical mind, did not mix at all. It left him suspicious. Though the other Joestar carried himself with a calm and gentle air, the former thug felt nothing but disdain and suspicion of him.

Fingers drummed on the armrest. The more he spoke, the more agitated he felt. A temper with a short fuse rivaling Joseph’s presented itself in a more subtle manner, a silent anger. He could have figured the two would be related— they have similar genetics from what Levi could see. Similarly, they are both stupidly giving.

It really pisses him off.

It would be best for Joseph to do all the talking. All the ravenet could feel at this point in time is agitation for the scenario as a whole. As the euphoric high from just minutes before had faded, the intensity of their scenario had only now sunken in. Theoretically, they shouldn’t even be hiding in anyone’s houses, not with someone who could easily out them if they wished for it, or if they were pushed enough. That’s how nice people operate, after all.

Joseph would definitely answer Jonathan’s requests. Levi, however, would not let such delicate information slip his tongue.

They rubbed him a little roughly. Levi is not a Joestar. Very easily, he could be cast aside. He’s not about to let himself reach that post anytime soon. Blood is thicker than water, after all. He was not addressed in this case.

Lips parted to speak, but nothing came out. Anything he could say would merely agitate the situation further. A sigh, and Levi turned his head away. He felt no need nor any reason to reveal anything. whatever Joseph says is on him.

There was an odd silence from Joseph’s end as he thought the situation over, fingertips drumming against his knee as he listened to Jonathan.  In the meanwhile, there was an attempt at an inconspicuous reach for Levi’s hand, a calloused thumb brushing over whatever inch of that petite hand that he could in an attempt to perhaps calm his partner.  He knew that this was far from Levi’s ideal situation, and would do whatever he could to make him feel just a little more comfortable in Jonathan’s abode.

His bright blues would flicker up to meet Jonathan’s, lips parting slightly as he listened to what Jonathan had to say about him.  In reality, he figured Levi had quite a lot of room to be skeptical of Jonathan’s intentions, as Joseph himself was just a bit nervous over how giving his strange relative made himself out to be.  It was almost inhuman how kind Jonathan was, still… he really had no choice but to trust him.  Joseph could have been thrown in jail long ago if Jonathan truly meant any harm against him, that much he knew, and would keep to himself as not to worry his partner any further.  A massive hand lifted to pet at his dog’s head again, mostly to distract her from the curiosity of a fellow canine, much bigger than she.

Once Joseph’s thoughts were sorted out, he drew in a deep breath, looking away from both Jonathan and Levi.

"… I can’t do that.  I’m real sorry ‘bout that, but… I dunno ‘bout Levi, but I know I wanna keep everythin’ that got us here under wraps.  Th’less that know, th’better.  People’ll forget eventually, n’then we can finally just… live in peace.  That’s what we’re aimin’ for.  We messed with th’wrong people, n’there’s people out t’do god knows what with me fer bein’ in th’wrong place in th’wrong time.  That’s it, really.”

A sigh, his gaze finally being drawn back to the behemoth of a gentleman that sat across from them.  ”I know it sucks, bustin’ in yer house n’then not wantin’ t’tell ya much, but… y’know.  Once thing die down a lil’ maybe we can tell some more.  Fer now?  I just wanna forget it ever happened.”

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Hm.

It certainly wasn't completely unreasonable, he decided as he thought it over. He sat back, folding his arms and thinking deeply. It had become clear that between Joseph and this other man that there was a history more tricky and criminal than he could have imagined. Something about that was unbelievable, but only in the sense that Jonathan put too much faith in the goodness of others. This of course was what lead to him even letting them into his home in the first place - following what Joseph had done to him, most people would have slammed the door in their faces. Jonathan, of course, was not like most people. In fact, he was probably one of the most unconventionally kind people out there.

It took some getting used to.

Still, he couldn't help but find his curiosity peaked further at Joseph's request and even more so at Levi's consistent silence and cold glare. He wasn't quite so suspicious of them... but if it was really as bad as they implied, these men were definitely capable of terrible things. It unnerved him to have to consider that; perhaps he would have Dio spend the night a bit more often, if only to have another he trusted in the house separate of his canine companion. Regardless, he felt too tired to explore what they could possibly do to him for now, and his kindness greatly overwhelmed his worries. Giving back was something he greatly cherished, and meeting the two of them felt like fate rewriting itself back where it needed to be.

"I apologize," He said with genuine concern, his brows knitting together. "This is more serious than I thought, it seems..." As he trailed off, Danny now laid at his feet, relaxed enough to trust in the judgment of his master.

Jonathan bit the inside of his cheek, covering his mouth with a hand and resting his elbow against his knee. After a brief silence, his gaze returned to the two men opposite on the couch. "... Is there anything required of me past putting you up that will make things easier?"

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Dio's words struck him right when he had needed them the most. In a flurry of panic, an absolute rush of anxiety and fear, Jonathan needed Dio more than ever. Even with how much it terrified him, he knew deep down that despite his shortcomings and nerves, he needed to do just as Dio instructed, to let him in. He had never before had somebody to give himself to - relationships like what he had with Dio were few and far in between in this cruel, fickle world, after all. Theirs was certainly a strange one, he knew, but he wanted so desperately to welcome it. To let himself go. In the past, acceptance had its setbacks, but was not so strong that he dissolved into tears, inconsolable and unable to speak. Not until now, that is.

And he wasn't exactly sure what it was that made this so hard to admit. Was it perhaps their history that kept him from blinding racing into it? He couldn't just ignore how important that was. The physicality had come easily enough, and he noticed Dio soften in the way he treated Jonathan. Between them, however, they had never actually talked about any of it. It had just... happened, and Jonathan felt robbed of a tender, important moment that would validate every good feeling he currently had about what their relationship would become. It felt wrong to carry on this way without at least some discussion, but he couldn't just tell him how desperate he was for all of this. How much he wanted this, how much he wanted Dio, forever. Dio had become a deep rooted need within his body, a required energy to sustain him that he hadn't even known was real until sharing this moment with him. To Jonathan, this all meant more than anything else had. Dio spoke of love, but how deep did it go? Did his rivers run as deep as Jonathan's along the treks of his heart? Knowing Dio for this long had only made him less sure of this fact as their emotions collided; he was still the greatest enigma, a challenge waiting to be realized. He had known many people in his lifetime, and none were like Dio. None could compare.

And he didn't want to find them even if they somehow did.

Losing Dio was the unimaginable nightmare that Jonathan couldn't get over. It was the despair that fueled his current meltdown; the more he thought about it, the worse he got, and the more he remained silent, the more it engulfed him. Whereas Dio had once been darkness, he was now light. Necessary, bright and new. They had once tangled themselves in hatred, a melody of violence and destruction between them, and now only tangled limbs in passionate love. But how long would it last? Was there a possible expiration date on what Jonathan considered to be eternity? Their shared obsession had continued to keep them together throughout the years, but perhaps it wasn't enough. He couldn't bear it. He couldn't stomach it. Jonathan was addicted to Dio and the way he made him feel. He couldn't quit him.

And no matter what the repercussions, Dio needed to know that.

He felt himself tremble as he reached this conclusion, his heart racing as he turned to meet his gaze once more. His eyes, glittered blue, were reddened and looked tired but something in his expression suggested the gravity of what he came to realize. If that wasn't enough, he spoke his shaking voice hushed but heavy with the integrity of a proud lion's roar.

"... You hated me." He began, his gaze falling as tears slipped against his cheeks, "You hated me and did everything you could to hurt me... I thought I hated you too but.... I was just angry. I was so... so angry...!"  Boiling over once again, Jonathan clenched his fists and shut his eyes. "And now, this?! Dio I... I-I don't know what any of this is!" It was all coming out at once. Their past slapped him in the face and became a very tangible problem as he struggled to move forward. He was practically breathless, staring up at Dio in absolute agony before pressing against him in a tight embrace. "I'm terrified this is another game of yours and if it is I could never face you again!! I-I just, I can't... can't live without you, Dio!"

Not now, not ever.

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  Big men. Big men who are too kind for their own good.

This was the house of the man that would keep the two under a warm roof for however long it takes for them to settle into Paralia, wasn’t it? True, Levi had barged in without word, and primarily out of his own little tantrum. That bout of anger however was easy to quell; the sights of Jonathan’s impressive house decor did the job pretty easily. The little Samoyed made the occasional tug on her leash, her nose overwhelmed with all the new scents and sights that she just wanted to explore. His arms folded now, his tracks halted by Joseph’s calls and, even if questioned, remains utterly silent. 

Still, Levi had his room to doubt the legitimacy of this entire scenario. A man’s house was just barged into without so much as a “thank you” and yet he is still being cordial. Why? Not even a comment on Levi’s rudeness?

The smaller male stood idle now. A brow perked, silvers focusing more on the gentleman than anyone else in the room. 

The elder simply shrugged, slow to follow the other male’s lead into the other room, yet another impressive chamber of the Joestar estate. He’s being gentle with Rose’s cage, that’s enough of a reason to keep his cool. Traveling with the cages as is was dangerous enough.

Suspicion’s still on the rise. This is all too convenient for Levi’s comfort. Still, he will take Jonathan’s request into consideration, after all he did say “please”. He simply seats himself on one of the available chairs, a slender leg crossed over the other in a surprisingly relaxed posture.

"So what’s the catch?" 

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Now that he was getting a better look at this place, Joseph could truly appreciate how elegant it was.  Everything about it called elegance out to him, yet the owner of all this seemed… incredibly kind.  Money had not gone to his head, from what Joseph could tell.  Even still, from that fateful night onward, Jonathan’s kindness and ingenuity rang true.  As he approached his partner’s side, he couldn’t help but give him a hopeful smile, noting his suspicions.  He knew Levi was probably uncomfortable with this sort of setup, especially while the smaller male’s feelings on the upper class in general were apparent.

There was an awkward moment of silence for those few seconds, before Jonathan’s voice would ring out.  Discussion?  That sounds reasonable, he thought.  After all, the two of them had just busted in without prior warning!  Obediently, he followed after the two, continuing to take in the lavish interiors that the estate had to offer.  Holy shit, he thought.  These were only the kind of houses that you see in movies!  Like a child in an amusement park, Joseph caught himself looking at the scenery in awe (who even had the money to buy so many decorations?  Who even did this?), until the trio entered the smaller room.  A deep breath, and Joseph followed Jonathan’s actions of putting the two smaller cages next to Rose’s.

With a nod at Jonathan’s request, Joseph sat next to his partner— wow, this couch is cozy!  Time to just.  Snug in a little bit more.  There we go.  A sigh, before his gaze flickered over to Levi, then to Jonathan.  Knowing Levi, he would have to do most of the talking here.  Incredible.

"Uh… first of all, thanks fer takin’ our sorry asses in like this.  Really, it means a lot." Joseph glanced over to Danny, and then to his own pup, before he reached down and picked her up to put in his lap.  As he held the wiggling Samoyed, he frowned.  ”… I figure y’wanna talk ‘bout why we’re on th’run ‘r somethin’?  We won’t be stayin’ long, just until we find somewhere t’settle down.  We just wanna live in normalcy.”

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The catch? He thoughtfully mused Levi's suggestion first, sitting back. His eyes rose to the backyard, where he could faintly see the farthest stars glittered against the deep blue of night. Ulterior motives were simply not a part of who he was; if one could not be straightforward with proper intent when dealing with others, what kind of person did they hope to be? Perish the thought, Jonathan realized he hadn't even considered that because it didn't line up with his idea of good. Perhaps other were able to needlessly manipulate and only offer kindness for their own benefit - given the circumstances, it was clear that Levi and Joseph ran into many people who behaved as such - but Joestars didn't operate in that category.

"... I will be honest." His gaze returned to Levi as he laced his fingers together in front of him. "I had suspicion there was something to Joseph the moment I met him. Even considering the... circumstances of it all, it affected me differently than one would imagine." And this was overwhelmingly true; he couldn't actually believe the strange magnetic pull Joseph had brought with him during his robbery. Jonathan's genuine nature allowed him to get a decent read on others and despite the aggression between them that evening, Joseph seemed to be a good soul, deep down. It was only right to follow that feeling now as he and this newer man reintroduced themselves into his life. Beside him, Danny gave a small whimper and laid his head in his owner's lap; the poor thing must still be nervous, he thought, and he took a quiet pause to give him a scratch before continuing.

"I... can't quite define the specifics, as I have lived long without any other living relatives... but I don't intend to lead you astray, not when you are somehow a part of me... a part of the Joestar lineage." As usual, he was nothing short of absolutely sincere; his smile came soft and naturally.

"You've come here, the both of you, as a surprise... but as strange as it is, I have lately taken these opportunities as where life intends to lead me. I would be honored to help you best I can." He now regarded Joseph specifically. "However, I do need to know as much of your collective and separate backgrounds as you can tell me to properly aide... I am especially interested to learn of your relatives, Joseph, but perhaps that will be another time."

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  Great. He’s surrounded by gigantic men.

Naturally, Levi’s presence hasn’t been noticed yet. On top of the irritating barking coming from the other’s own dog, followed by the defensive yapping Powder herself decided to join in with, Levi’s temper is close to flaring. No, be patient, Levi. With a heavy breath, the elder male reigned in his dog with a nudge of her leash. She was, fortunately, nudged to cease her barking.

Brows raise at this interaction between Jonathan and Joseph— of course he’s not noticed. Their eyes are at their own level, after all. He’s not going to break his neck for their sakes. If he isn’t noticed yet, then he won’t be until he says something, which of course he’d rather not do. He just wanted to settle down right now. 

Instead of saying something, instead of clearing his throat or doing something normal to make his presence known, he simply pushes past the other male, stepping inside the house with both his belongings and his dog. In short, he’s simultaneously unwilling to start a conversation and a bit of a rude homewrecker.

Let’s let the relatives have their reunion, instead.

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Well.  This was an event.  With the dogs barking, and his fellow behemoth being this shocked to see him, Joseph couldn’t really put his finger on where the hell he wanted to even start with this entire situation.  There was a tiny flame beside and below him, however, one that he felt growing hotter and hotter.  He knew Levi’s temper when it came, and boy, was this one coming.  No.  This was horrible.  Terrible.  Absolutely the worst thing.  Still, he had to put on a smile.  Do something to convince Jonathan to let him stay.  Something…  Cue the cheesy grin.

"Hi, Jonathan!"

"Wow, we sure got on a wrong start, didn’t we!  Well, I wanna let y’know that all th’shit I took from ya was sold on ebay fer a good cause, my nana got most o’th’profits!  Anyway, we pissed off a bunch o’drug dealers n’cops, so we’re gonna stay with ya fer a while, sound good?”

Oh, before he could even finish, there goes Levi.  Right past Jonathan.  That was a problem, wasn’t it?  He blinked, looking from Jonathan, to Levi’s rear (might as well look at the best part of his back side), and then back at Jonathan.

"… Uh.  Hold this."

And like that, the bigger of the three bird cages was shoved into Jonathan’s arms, before Joseph picked up the other cage and followed his partner in.  "Wait, Levi, come back!!"  And there he goes, right past Jonathan.  Goodbye, JoJo.

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Just as quickly as Jonathan had stumbled into this situation, his home had now become a confusing amateur circus of sorts. He wasn't quite sure to begin; after a moment of surveying the chaos with knit brows, he managed to shut the door behind them - all of them - and called Danny back. The eldest man watched Joseph and the shorter one interact; they seem to be obviously familiar with each other and shared a natural tenderness he was surprised to notice. He tilted his head to the side for a moment more before shifting his gaze to briefly study the bird cage now in his arms. He sighed, watching the vibrantly-colored creature within flutter about, just as confused as he was.

"... We have a lot to discuss." He finally said, turning his attention to the two other men once more. "Could I trouble you gentleman to follow me?"

Even when his house and privacy had been intruded upon without so much as a thank you, Jonathan Joestar still asked if he was troubling them. Amazing.

Following his words he began his trek through one of the many hallways that stemmed off of the main entrance, arriving at a small sitting room. The walls were made up of large windows - larger than Jonathan himself - and faced towards the garden in the backyard that was now illuminated by moonlight. Turning on a small lamp near one of the several couches in the room, he carefully placed the bird cage on the neighboring table and sat in one of the arm chairs. Danny had obediently followed and now sat at his side, attentive and still noticeably unnerved by the new people (and animals in the room). He placed a gentle hand on his companion before gesturing to the available seats.

"Please, if you will."

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Between the affection received from both Levi and the pup, it was very hard for Joseph Joestar to not feel loved in that moment.  A hum as he bonded further with his canine companion, basking in the post-proposal emotion that he felt.  There was so much joy within him, he honestly couldn’t tell how he had been holding it in this well.  Perhaps he was exhausted, there had been so many struggles over the past few hours, after all.  A sigh left him, his eyes drifting back to Levi, and then to the Paralia skyline.

"Let’s hope it’s excitin’, n’not disastrous.  I ain’t ‘bout th’life o’gettin’ married n’then murdered."

A bitter laugh escaped his lips, before he nodded, pulling himself up with Levi’s help.  ”Don’t strain yerself there, lil’ guy.  Yer just a baby.”  There was a quick ruffle to his hair as he jested, coupled with a warm laugh, before he moved to pick up the bird cages.  They’ve been quiet, he thought.  What good little ladies.  Maybe Jonathan would have bird-friendly treats to reward them.

… Jonathan.  That’s right.  A sharp inhale, and he nodded at Levi’s words.  Their last encounter had been less-than pleasant, yet… there was something within the Joestar that told him that this was the right decision.  ”We’ll see.  He wakes up easy.”  Was that not how he met him last time?  God.  Sighing, he moved to the train’s exit just as it pulled into the station.  With a grunt, he hopped off the train, careful of his precious cargo.

If he had recalled correctly, the trip to Jonathan’s estate was not far from the station at all.  Joseph gave a quick glance to Levi, nodding down at him before he began to walk again.  It was a walk of ten minutes or so before the manor made itself apparent.  God, it was still huge, he thought.  A curious tilt of his head, and he blinked.  ”Oh, he fixed th’window I broke in through.  That was fast.”

Did Levi know he had broken into this very home?  No.  Probably not.  Oops.  Time to take his steps up the walkway, before setting down the cages in his hands at the doorstep.

"Jooo~ooonathan!"  He slammed a massive fist against the door, creating perhaps the most obnoxious knock known to man.  This was incredible.  ”Wakey wakey!  I ain’t breakin’ in this time!!  We… need a favor!  Y’home?!”

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What followed Joseph's showy entrance into the Joestar estate was a series of snappy, vicious-sounding barks coming from inside the house. Like any good watchdog, Danny woke up to the obnoxious knocking practically immediately, scrambling to run towards the stairs. He jumped up and down, barking loudly towards the upstairs. Just as fast as his dog woke up, Jonathan emerged at the top of the staircase, running down to follow after his companion. His sleep had been sound - a welcome change from the past - but wasn't enough to keep him from the obvious commotion that had his dog in a frenzy. Troublesome, it was... the time of night suggested that this would be something dangerous, and Jonathan tensed the closer he got to door.

But wait. The voice behind the ruckus was... familiar? Impossible, who that he knew would be causing this kind of racket at this hour? He was only on edge even more, now. Beneath him Danny circled his owner, growling as they both reached the door. "Sit," He instructed quietly. The dog obeyed; they exchanged a glance before Jonathan took a deep breath, ultimately opening up--

And finding himself face to face with the man who robbed him weeks earlier... and what looked to be an entire zoo.

"J...!" He started, honestly too shocked to speak. Danny began barking at the sight of the other dog and where he would normally instruct him to stop Jonathan's gaze didn't tear away from his practical twin. "... Joseph...!...?"

In the most genuine sense, he couldn't believe it. The supposed other "Joestar" who up and fled his property as soon as Jonathan told him his name, the man intent on stealing his father's ring but in an act of mercy gave it back at Jonathan's request, the man who resembled him in enough ways that he couldn't help but accept that they were family. Somehow.

...What the hell was he doing here?

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Even still, he couldn't ignore the pressure that his revelation had put on him and so he cried. As Dio moved to accommodate, they stayed like that for a few quiet moments, his emotive change silent save for an occasional, necessary sniffle. The air around them softened in response despite how tense his body felt. To say the least, it was embarrassing and childish... he was not afraid of tears but in this situation? It only left him frustrated that he couldn't put the outburst away and focus on Dio instead. He knew his partner would understand but he still felt deep rooted, internal fear. Even more so, he felt guilty - his tears were a mess that put discomfort upon Dio who shouldn't have to deal with him this way. Things were still so new and were supposed to be easy, weren't they? With them everything was the opposite and Jonathan wished he could be better in that sense; being anything less than perfect to a person who meant so much to him was hard to accept. It took a brave man to admit his troubles in his physical presentation, and while Jonathan did not feel very brave, that kind of natural grace was evidenced in the way he held his head, then, and the way his shoulders squared themselves against Dio's frame. He had to say something, even if it wasn't the right time. It felt wrong to just let it all go on tears he never intended on sharing. He was not that kind of man and Dio deserved better than someone like that.

But the words were not coming. His thoughts burned at the forefront of his brain, trained on his ideas as they raced in and out of his head... but still, nothing. The longer he stayed silent, the more weight was being added to his body, the tears becoming worse. Unlike the pet shop, his thinking moved too fast to even blurt something out that could help them along. This moment between them, this shared pinnacle of intimacy... Jonathan realized just how strongly he depended on Dio, now. His investment was beginning to terrify him as he quickly recalled what his life with him had been up until this point. Dio was always there, always a part of him. Dio had created a life energy within him that simply couldn't be replicated. The future was unsound and an even greater fear to Jonathan because in a large way, he was hopelessly obsessed with Dio Brando. Furthermore, it had began long before he ever had come to terms with his love. That obsession was always there and couldn't possibly go away. His thoughts ran in circles as he desperately fought for a solution. Talking to Dio had never once been a challenge, not until losing Dio was possible and the gravity of his own feelings ripped at his chest. He just didn't know how to say any of that, how to define the fact that if Dio left, his life would be destroyed. How to possibly convey that even in hating the other as a child, he meant more to him than anyone ever had...

How to even begin to explain that he could never love anybody else like this in his lifetime. And so, he covered his weakness and turned away from him.

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The two had become one being, folding upon itself in caresses and gropes, a chorus of moans and friction collected into a single expressive voice. As they slowed, Jonathan looked up at him, his breath still heavy. His chest rose and fell shakily - he simply wasn't used to any of this - and while the pleasure was separate of the actual action, it showed visibly just how out of shape he was for sexual encounters. Not that somebody really trained for that, per say... he shrugged the thought away as his brain caught up with him. Almost like a heart monitor, it had been a blank reading of nothing by the jagged rhythm of Dio's name for the last ten minutes or so. Now that he could come up with a somewhat coherent thought, he managed a tired smile up at his partner, if only to urge him to continue if he wished. This was answered in kind; Dio ran his fingers against his sides and Jonathan shivered, curling his body with a low, pleased hum. His voice whispered that little phrase of his that once meant Jojo's downfall and he caught himself returning to the intoxication of his feline presence. That joining of words and the many more things between them that had once been heavily defined seemed completely free of any category, now. Things had become tender, loving, and additionally sensual and sexually aggressive. Around them was constantly changing as of late... but ultimately, Jonathan could finally breathe the sweetest of all.

Even with all of that fresh in his mind, he was still tense. He fell easily into Dio's new rhythm, the new speed allowing him the proper thought he hadn't been able to conjure for at least a half an hour, now. The current event between them was nothing short of a cat and dog at play, and what resulted was a strange but happy little ending. He couldn't help but consider, then, how this one encounter had changed and would continue to change everything. It wasn't over yet, of course - the pressure had built and tensed itself in his body, waiting for the relieving release - but Jonathan, stuck in his logistical ways, grew thoughtful about how the future would be. Everything seemed that much terrifying, now; he and Dio were truly serious, deadly serious, and however the cards fell he knew he was invested to the point where any kind of termination would crush him. Possibly forever.

It caused a lump to well in his throat; similar to the pet shop, his emotions were colliding on themselves at an overwhelmingly fast rate and just as suddenly as the thought was considered tears flooded his eyes. Ahh... right now? He took a hand away from Dio to quickly wipe them against the heel of his hand, attempting to shake them off. This was not important right now. He knew Dio loved him and cared about him in this moment they now shared; what was he doing moving so far ahead of that? It did nothing to help them or add anything positve to the event at hand.

"... Sorry." His voice was a choppy whisper, still influenced and masked by Dio's penetration. He tightened his grip on their laced fingers, reaching up with the other hand to touch his hair. Soft and almost reassuring, in a way.

He truly didn't know what the future held; he could only hope it would be with Dio regardless.

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