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Manners are of extreme importance for a gentleman. A man’s character can be read through his actions and disposition. Poise is of utmost need.
Honor and bravery are the marks of a gentleman. That, Jojo had in spades. Even as his manners were not precisely the best; he had pride and honor. For the longest time, he thought that it was enough. However, after being berated so many times by his father and after watching Dio’s disposition he could understand the importance of manners and demeanor.
They had not had the best childhood, Dio and him. Both had the most explosive of tempers and Dio was vengeful to a fault. Jojo tried his best to not resent him, but he could never forget the way Dio had been on the early days of their childhood. As a matter of fact, living with Dio was akin to sharing space with a predator.
The blond had the eyes of a snake. The wit and the poison on his tongue. And while they were friends, in a manner of speaking, Jojo was perfectly aware of the dangerous creature Dio Brando was.
A dangerous creature that was currently extremely drunk and sitting on his lap.
The evening had started normal enough. Dio’s birthday party had always been an event on it’s own, and while they had returned to the state to celebrate with George Joestar, they had developed a sort of tradition over the years. Long after the party was over, when everyone had already left and Dio had said goodbye to the wellwishers, both boys; now men; went to the study to drink some wine in celebration and exchange small gifts.
Dio had always drunk until he was pass out drunk, but his face had always been twisted in a sort of self disgust that had stayed Jojo’s words and opinions on the matter. They were brothers, or as close as. And Jojo had always hated to see that twisted expression. So this year, he had taken a different approach to Dio’s birthday. Usually, the gift exchange was almost an afterthought. Dio was content to receive any sort of priceless object. Anything that was shiny or reflected status was enough. Jojo, on the other hand, liked thoughtful gifts. Things that held knowledge or had a sort of emotional symbolism.
They were as different as night and day.
And for this particular celebration, Jojo had decided not to cop out by buying a trinket. He decided to take a risk, and perhaps find a way to overcome his own misconceptions about Dio’s character.
“Truthfully?”, Dio asked, one chiseled brow perfectly arched.
“Your pick. That’s my gift. It can be a favor or a request. If I can grant it, I will”, Jojo replied smiling at the other man with total openness.
“Dear Jojo. What could you possibly do that I, Dio, could not on my own?”
“Oh, I’m well aware that you can do anything you put your mind to”, Jojo replied softly, “but the idea of the thing is… you don’t have to.”
There was a pause in which Dio stared at Jojo expectantly. The blond’s eyes shined with interest which made the young Joestar keep talking with renewed confidence.
“You are a strong man Dio. There’s no doubt in my mind that you can do anything you set yourself to do. And as such, for there to be something that either you cannot or simply won’t do, it must be extremely difficult or bothersome”, Jojo started to talk in a rush feeling somewhat foolish because of his words of choice. “It might be something big enough that you would need someone’s help to achieve it. And I know that your pride wouldn’t stand by that. Or might be something small to be considered more of a bothersome chore”.
Again, there was silence, but Dio had crossed his legs and rested his chin on his fist, eyes shining with interest.
“What I offer is the chance to fulfill one request of any kind. It can be a promise, it can be something tangible, it can be anything. Even a free pass to any sort of mischief you might take against me.” Jojo said softly. “One promise that I will grant. This is swear on my honor”
There was a heavily charged silence after the declaration. Only the sound of the grandfather’s clock ticking on the background. On the outside, the night seemed dark and only briefly illuminated by the moon. Clouds moving on a slow pace that created shadows that deepened the darkness. The study was barely lit by a small forgotten lamp that was slowly dying under the passage of time.
“Do you truly offer anything?” Dio asked after a long time had passed in which Jojo had felt nervousness mount. “What if I asked you to give me your inheritance? To leave this house and never return? Would you grant me that?”
The questions were heavy, and Jojo felt panic. His honor was at stake and if Dio truly wanted that from him, Jojo felt honor bound to grant it. It was an horrifying thought. To have misjudged Dio’s character, but also a relief to realise that his hunch had been right all along.
And yet, he didn’t want to be proven right.
“If that is your honest wish?” He replied, taking a deep breath and making his choice. “If that is your wish, I will grant it.”
His declaration was met with silence. Dio’s eyes glistened in the moonlight and Jonathan felt as if his soul had abandoned his body. However, he was set on the path he chose. If he was to cast the name Joestar, he would. If only for the sake of a promise honorbound. Because even if Dio was a twisted creature, Jonathan Joestar was a gentleman.
Of course, that was the moment Dio bursted out laughing, cheeks reddening in mirth and looking at Jojo with uncomplicated mirth.
“Sweet innocent Jojo. Would your really think that I would ask such a thing?” The blond asked with something like incredulity and still his eyes shined with something that could be either primal intelligence or unhinged malice. “No Jojo. I would not ask that of you. Rather, I would take what is rightfully mine, no more, no less.”
There was a pause in which Jojo had to pace his breathing for fear of either punching Dio or hiding his face in shame at having jumped and taken seriously that request.
“You know me Dio.”
“And I know what your honor means to you, Jojo. Such a fine gentleman that you are.” The blond took a moment to serve more wine to Jonathan’s glass. The brunette took it, drinking it as a way of distraction of the sudden twist in the situation. It was always about mind games with Dio Brando. Even as friends, there was an edge to their teasing.
There was silence and Dio contented himself by watching the brunette’s discomfort.
“Now… what to ask for…” He pondered to himself and Jojo could feel those razor sharp eyes on him.
Dio stared and Jonathan waited. There had always been a deeply charged atmosphere between them. Hatred, dislike, and then camaraderie followed by friendship. Dio had many masks, for all what Jojo wore his heart on his sleeves. One was as light as the other was dark. They both wanted and craved different things. But there was one universal truth which ruled over both of them, regardless of what they chased after.
They needed one another, even if they never spoke of it.
“I know what I want. But I wonder if you can truly grant it to me.” Dio said, head cocked to a side resting over his closed fist.
“If you do not say what it is, I won’t know if I can grant it or not”
“And if you could, but you might not want to?”
“It does not matter, I think. As long as no one ends up hurt, I won’t reject that request.”
“You are really bad striking deals Jojo. No wonder I’m the lawyer of the family.” Dio shook his head just as Jonathan took another sip to his drink. Of course, that would be the right moment Dio would speak his request and almost make the wine go down the wrong pipe.
“I request a kiss”
“... Pardon?”
“I know you are anything but deaf Jojo.”
“I heard you right, but I do not think you would need my help for such a thing. You are hardly a wilting flower.” Jojo was, for lack of a better word, confused. Of all things, he had not expected that.
“You misinterpret me, dear Jojo. I do not need your so called ‘ help ’ to receive a kiss. You are being willfully obtuse” Dio reprimanded, rolling his eyes and smiling sharply. “I request one kiss. Your kiss.”
And there went the wine, right down the wrong pipe.
“D-Dio… You are being silly!” Jojo laughed nervously, but he could feel the flush on his cheeks that revealed his flustered state. “If you wanted a brotherly kiss you didn’t need to ask it in such manner. You could have used this request in a more interesting endeavour!”
Once again, Dio rolled his eyes and stood up, stalking towards Jonathan. His hips swayed hypnotically and Jojo couldn’t help the trepidation that crashed over his senses. The lazy roll of his shoulders as he moved. Jonathan had always been aware of the kind of air that Dio exuded, but never before had he seen such a display directed towards him. It just froze him.
“We may be equals, Jojo. But you have never, and will never, be my brother.” The blond replied and those words hurt. They brought to reality everything that Jonathan had felt at one point or another during his whole life. George had been clear, he would never replace Dio’s father but he would treat him as a son. Such contradiction had stuck to both young men through the years. And the rivalry that arose at their first meeting had festered feelings that had changed them both through the years. It hurt to know put that gap remained between them, an abyss that would forever separate them. “I do not request for a brother’s kiss, Jojo.” Dio continued, not stopping on his approach, the short steps becoming slow and long. The blond’s hand reaching behind Jojo’s head, finding home on the chair’s headrest. “I want a lover’s kiss, Jojo”
It was not a request. It was a demand. Jonathan had left himself open and Dio had chosen his prize. Was it to hurt Jonathan’s pride?
No, they were beyond those kinds of games. It might have been a provocation. That Jonathan could understand, but even so this was…
“Dio… You…” How was he meant to answer that? What could he possibly say to such a declaration. And his hesitation left him in that precarious situation in which Dio sat on his lap, watching him with a predatory gleam.
“Why do you hesitate so? Perhaps the wilting flower is you, dear Jojo”
The blond leaned forward and Jonathan could feel the flush on his cheeks. He turned his face, not really knowing what to do in such situation but the sensation of Dio’s lips on his ear made him freeze and flush in rapid succession. “Are you afraid Jojo? Do you dislike this?”
The questions were softly spoken, deep manly voice sending shivers down his spine with every puff of breath. Jonathan’s hands were trembling and he could feel the flush on his face and the horrifying sensation of vertigo. It felt as if his floor had been moved under him. There was nowhere to run and his body was at a standstill.
Lips trailed down from his ear, following the side of his neck and the brunette arched his neck in an almost unconscious manner. He knew his eyes were wide as saucers. Still, he just couldn’t find the proper way to react.
“Are you scared because I’m male? Tell me Jojo…” The voice was sultry and it trailed off while Dio’s tongue licked over his neck, followed by a sucking kiss and sharp teeth.
“Di-Dio!” Jonathan’s heart was about to leap from his chest. His hands trembling and the wine threatening to spill all over the blond and himself.
“Easy now, you don’t want to spill, do you?” Dio’s left hand moved to take hold of Jonathan’s cravat, pulling at the fabric and exposing more of the brunet’s neck.
A sharp inhalation was followed by a choked whine as Jojo scrunched his eyes closed because of the onslaught of sensations. Dio bit him, softly at first, holding the skin between his teeth and sucking on the flesh. Jonathan’s thoughts were an incoherent mesh of panic and confused arousal. “Dio… you… we can’t…”
The blond pulled back, still holding the cravat and pulling it as if it were a leash. His free hand went to his own cravat, loosening the fabric and opening the shirt. His expression was one of amusement and feverish want, his coat had fallen off his shoulders and his trousers left little to the imagination. His right hand, after taking care of showing off Dio’s sensuality, took hold of Jonathan’s arm holding the wine glass. It took nothing more than a pull and suddenly Dio was drinking the spilling wine while precariously sitting on Jonathan’s lap. He was almost hanging in the air, having slanted so far back that the only thing giving him stability was his hold on Jonathan.
“Can’t we? Jojo? Will you deny your promise now? Spit on your honor?”
“Dio… you're drunk!”, Jonathan knew that it was a bad idea to point that out, however it was important to notice. The spilled wined had gone down the side of Dio’s neck and stained the collar of his shirt. He looked so utterly debauched that it made no sense. It was Jonathan who had a tingling neck and while slow on the uptake he knew his neck was marked.
“Is that how you’ll justify this Jojo? You will tell yourself that I was merely drunk? That I, Dio, was nothing but drunk and silly? You haven’t pushed me away Jojo”. That smile was sharp and full of teeth. Dio moved his hips, almost as if he was riding a stallion, the friction making Jonathan whimper as his crotch took interest. The glass finally fell from his slack hand, falling between them, the last drops of wine staining them both and finally rolling to the carpeted floor.
“D-Dio…”
“You promised me my gift, Jojo. I want it. Give it to me. Don’t you dare lie and push me away. You want me. You dirty dirty boy, you want me.”
Jonathan couldn’t lie. A gentleman can’t lie. He couldn’t push Dio away. He knew he should. He knew that the blond was drunk, too drunk by the looks of it. This was something forbidden, something that was meant to be kept secret and private amongst spouses. Jonathan simply didn’t know what to do. He wasn’t like Dio. He had never…
“Dio, please, I…”, he didn’t know what he was begging for. Confused, aroused, horrified by his own bodily needs.
“Oh? Perhaps you are a wilting flower after all… You have never done this, have you?”. There was just far too much interest in that question. And Jonathan could only close his eyes feeling humiliated at being exposed in such manner. “Sweet dear Jonathan. My Jojo, untouched and unsullied”
Dio’s voice was a soft croon. And hypnotic call that pulled Jonathan in. The blond’s hands abandoned the cravat and the arm, finding a new home in the brunet’s hair. “Will you grant me this gift then? Your honor bounds you to me, your gift is yourself, and now you are truly mine. I shall take it. And you’ll remember forever the pleasure that I, Dio, brought you”
Dio’s mouth crashed on his own. Hips rolled in tandem with an expertise that Jonathan had never known. A moan escaped him, his own body reacting and seeking more. Hands frozen in shame and insecurity, only to take hold of the blond’s waist. The flavor of the wine filled his mouth, and that invading tongue almost made him choke. Jonathan felt it in his loins. The warmth, the oncoming inferno, so different from the solace he usually found by his own hand on shameful nights.
Will they go to hell then? Will they burn in eternal damnation for this?
He could see it, almost feel it, the road ahead. The choice he could make now. He could push Dio, widening the chasm between them. Never again to speak of this. His shame and honor protected from temptation. The sacrifice that would keep the status quo but would poison their friendship.
He could also see himself doing this. Could see himself stealing moments with the blond, fighting over menial things and soothing hurts with kisses and caresses. Could see the possibility of tenderness as long as he gave in to this. He loved Dio. They were brothers, even as the blond denied it. Maybe not brother’s in bond or blood. But they shared something so deep and intrincated that made him burn.
He was burning.
And he wanted.
He pushed forward, falling to the floor, lips separating for a moment. Dio watched him with wonder and Jonathan found himself between the blond’s legs. Hands resting on either side of Dio’s head. He set his jaw, and made the first experimental move of rolling his own hips as Dio had done before. He almost went cross eyed with pleasure, bolstered by Dio’s own pleased moan.
“Those eyes”, Dio whispered, hands coming up to frame Jonathan’s face, thumbs caressing his cheekbones. “This is your best look yet. Like a lion. My fierce Jojo.”
Such a twisted possessive look. Dio had always jealously guarded that which he considered his own. And Jonathan knew that he was looking into Dio’s true appreciation of him.
One of the brunet’s hands found Dio’s own, turning his head sideways and never looking away from Dio’s eyes. His lips found Dio’s hand, kissing his palm and nibbling at the flesh of his thumb. He could see those eyes darken in want.
“If I am a lion, you would be a tiger, Dio.”
Always a competition between them. Always something to prove or something to gain. Dio’s legs closed around Jonathan’s waist and in a swift movement, they had rolled on the floor until the blond was on top. Hips rolled as the knowledgeable hands moved swiftly to divest Jonathan from his clothing. “Then, lion of mine, Dio shall take his gift and savour it.”
Jonathan, drunk on sensation, felt no shame on his body. He was actually proud of it. So he set his hands on Dio’s thighs, fingers massaging the muscles and hips moving in tandem with Dio’s own.
One of the blond’s hand set on Jojo’s chest, nails trailing down as half lidded eyes followed the red trails that marked the tanned skin. Shivers ran down Jonathan’s spine. And once those fingers reached his price, the trousers were quick to be opened and a hand closed around his erection.
A sharp gasp abandoned the brunet, back arching in need and the soles of his feet finding purchase on the floor as he bucked at the intense sensation. Dio laughed, riding him and opening his own shirt in sharp motions. “You are truly a masterpiece, Jojo. Oh, how shameful, how decadent…”
The blond seemed distracted, almost as if talking to himself, but the brunet simply couldn’t care long enough to hear. His hips rocking into that hand.
Suddenly, he felt Dio’s flesh against his own. And looking down, he found Dio in a similar state. Shirts open, coats missing or barely hanging on their arms, trousers open and their manhoods touching one another. Dio’s fist was closed over each other, pumping and twisting.
“Moan for me, Jojo”
Jojo sat up, one hand finding Dio’s back, bringing him closer until they shared one breath. His hand joining the blond’s in the feverish rhythm. Hips moving back and forth, rocking into one another. He could feel Dio’s cock under his fingers and his abs against his knuckles. It felt so good, so enticing.
“Dio…”, he called in an exhalation. His free hand moving from the blond’s back to his hair, leaning forward and initiating a kiss of his own. Inexperienced, feverish, messy, wet, full of tongue and teeth. Heavy breaths, moans and grunts filled the room. And Jojo flinched when Dio bit down too hard. Blood tainted the kiss, but neither stopped. It was just too good.
Hands moved at a frantic pace. The movement wet with sweat and their essence.
“Now Jojo. Now…!”
Dio bit down harder than before, choking down a sound of pleasure as he came. But Jonathan wasn’t quite there. So he kept going. He felt the growl against his bloody lips, Dio’s stained hand pushing the brunet back until he was laying on his back. The blond licked the blood on his lips as he watched Jonathan with heavy eyes. He used his own cum to lubricate his free hand, and while holding Jojo down with a firm hand on his chest, he pumped the Joestar for all his worth.
Jojo came with a cry, body arching back, neck exposed, ropes of cum painting his chest. This, Dio watched closely, pleased and smiling with a possessive glint that could be seen through the drunken haze.
Heavy pants filled the room as their bodies came down from the high. Jonathan didn’t have time to think or panic. Dio was on top of him, covering completely, tongue licking at the bloody lip.
“More”, he demanded.
And it was a long time before either of them abandoned the study.