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 Dio wasn't sure about many things: his motives, his wants, his sexuality, hell he barely even knew what he was going to do after he took the Joestar fortune (other than be hella fucking rich of course). But he did know one thing. He wanted to make Jonathan Joestar suffer. Then again he wasn't even sure why he wanted that. All he knew was that since he was 12.9 years old he swore to ruin that asshole's life. And maybe also fuck him in the asshole too. After beating him to a bloody pulp. And making out with him. Hard. Speaking of hard... He had a rather large... problem to deal with himself. His dick (which he prides himself in because it's fucking huge. And he's fucking hot. And he knows it).

   But he's a teenager. And he is currently rock hard and really needs to get off. So dio starts furiously masturbating. And not thinking about Jojo. Definitely not. He absolutely was not thinking about how Jonathan would look underneath him, vulnerable, begging for dio to show some kind of mercy, as dio fucks him mercilessly until both of them know that jojo won't be able to walk the next day. And definitely not about the way Jonathan would (hopefully) choke on him, or the fact that he would be gagged so that jojo's father wouldn't hear, or how jojo's perfect, muscular body would be beaten, bruised and bloody. And he didn't cum thinking about it either. Definitely not. Fuck. Oh dio God was he fucked.

   As he was panicking and cooling down from his masturbation session that did not happen and he would never think of again (except for when it happened again tomorrow, and the next day, and actually lets be real he was going to think about it anyways), Jonathan flung open the door.

 "Dio~!" He draws out.

   "Father sent me to tell you tha- oh my I should have knocked I'll just tell him you were bathing oh no uh....just... Be down as soon as you can I promise I won't say anything see you downstairs!" Jonathan runs away and slams the door faster than he came in.

   Dio smirked. Jojo was embarrassed. Perfect material. Maybe his fantasies wouldn't be just fantasies any longer, after all Jojo clearly must have been impressed by the sheer colossal nature of his marvelous Dio Dick™. Now that that Erina bitch was out of the picture.... He smirked once again. A double smirk that only Dio could pull off because he was fucking Dio Brando. He finished cleaning up and hen headed down the stairs, ready to face an embarrassed jojo and another awkward dinner.

   Jonathan joestar watched as Dio sat down for dinner. He couldn't stop thinking about Dio's massive tyrannosaurus sex (This is what Dio's Dick looks like. it's canon trust me). It was even bigger than his OWN dick. He wondered what it would feel like insid- NO!! He chastised himself. He liked girls! Probably.... And besides, him and Dio were like... Pretty much brothers. And they also hated each other. Or not really. But still technically. Either way. He shouldn't have even been thinking those vile thoughts in the first place! He blushed.

  Dio looked at Jonathan, raising a shapely blonde eyebrow.

   "Jojo. You're looking kind of flushed. Are you feeling alright? You know, if you're sick you shouldn't be up and about you should be resting."

  "N-no I'm fine. Uh maybe I'm not feeling so well actually... S-sorry... may I be excused father?" Jonathan stuttered out.

  "You're excused, Jojo. My my, Dio. Such a caring brother to Jonathan. I'm pleased both of you are getting along so well now." George Joestar I smiled at Dio.

   "Oh it's no problem at all Mr. Joestar, sir. Both Jojo and I have long since moved past out childish quarrels. We're both much more mature now. It's the least I can do to repay you for your kindness in taking me in. May I also be excused? I would like to check on Jojo myself. I wouldn't want you to get sick also." Not for now at least. Dio adds mentally. He rises from the table and saunters over to Jonathan's room, making sure to be as seductive and sexy as ever (which clearly he didn't have to try to do because, duh. Dio.)

   "Oh Jojo!" He sings, as he opens Jonathan's door. "I'm coming in now, so hopefully you aren't in any... Compromising positions, especially not after earlier. That would be.... Shameful." Dio smirks, leaning seductively onto the door frame, knowing exactly what he is to see.

   Jonathan gasps that anime gasp after hearing Dio's voice. Oh no, he was caught. He quickly covers himself with his sheets, hoping that Dio hasn't seen his embarrassing state yet.

   "My, my, Jojo. No need to hide. I know exactly what you're doing in there. Don't play sick." Dio moves closer to Jonathan, and leans down to whisper in Jonathan's ear

   "Let me watch you. I want to see exactly how you feel after seeing me. Tell me how much you wish that you were in my thoughts, how you wish I was the one touching you. Maybe if you can convince me, I'll help you fulfill your disgusting fantasies, you creep."

   Jonathan blushes. "Dio..." He strokes himself. "I-I know this is wrong but... I want you..."

   "What do you want from me you disgusting freak? Let me hear you, loud and clear, you pervert." Dio knows it won't take much convincing, of course he wants it too, but for the sake of his own pride, and the joy of watching Jonathan's discomfort, he reveals nothing. Because come on. Dio Brando. He owned the fucking town, not jojo. He chuckled

   "I want you to touch me... I want you to hold me, fuck me with that monster cock of yours. P-please Dio." He stutters, shutting his eyes so he doesn't have to see Dio's disgusted face.

   "And why do you want it so badly? Why should I waste my time on you? There are plenty of girls who would have me, you know. What makes you worthy? Look me in the eyes and tell me." He tilts Jonathan's face so that they're, nose to nose. "Open your eyes and say it. Say it out loud."

   Jonathan opens his beautiful baby blues. This is the most embarrassing moment of his life, admitting these things to Dio.

   "Because I'm a dirty sinner and the thought of your massive dick turns me on more than anything else. Because I will do anything to feel you inside me. Please Dio. Fuck me. Make me.... Make me your bitch."  Jonathan begs Dio. Definitely the most embarrassing thing to ever happen. Definitely.

   "Hm... That's not a very solid argument. But I'll let it slide, since you're clearly clouded by arousal. You know what this means though, Jojo? You're mine now. I own you. I'll let you be my bitch. And you'll let me do what I want with you. Understand?" Dio grips Jonathan tightly, hard enough to leave bruises.

   "Y-yes. I'm yours. You can do whatever you want with me. Just please, fuck me."

   Dio scoffs. "Hell no Bitch. Not yet. You haven't earned it yet. Don't tell me what to do. I might change my mind" he shoves Jonathan onto the ground, surely hard enough to leave more bruises. He pressed his hand to Jonathan's hard cock, and squeezed.

  "Ow! S-sorry. Please... Let me please you... Make me yours." Jonathan cried out, hoping this would end Dio's torturous not-foreplay. (why was this turning him on more this couldn't be happening he really was fucked up.)

  "Good boy. You're mine." Dio lets go and adjusts himself to kiss Jonathan's neck. He then bites down. Hard. Jonathan lets out a small squeal but Dio covers his mouth.

   "Shh... Don't let your father hear. Imagine if he saw his son, being a filthy cocksucker, enjoying the touch of another man." Dio smirked, and then kept on biting Jonathan, leaving various "love" bites all over Jonathan's body, while jacking him off. Then, right before Jonathan could release the nut. Dio slapped his disco stick, and stood up.

   "No one ever said you could come yet , bitch. Now show me how you really are, and be a good bitch and suck my dicko brando." Dio then proceeds to whip it out. Yes the mental image is exactly how it happened. Listen the guy thinks he's hot shit it honestly doesn't matter to him how he takes out his dick it wasn't gonna be sexy anyways like come on.

   Jonathan eyes the five dollar foot long he's been thinking about this entire time. Finally. He gives it a tentative lick. And then proceeds to do the most pro blowjob that anyone in the 1800s has ever seen ever. And it was probably better than in porn too. Dio feels himself about to come just from the feeling of Jonathan's lips on his dick. "F-fuck. Jojo.... I'm gonna cum. Swallow it all. Be a good boy" and then,  in a beautiful picturesque way, he throws his head back, as he reaches his climax, releasing his exquisite cream of man seed.

   Jonathan swallows as much as he can, letting the rest dribble down his face. God he is so hot, Dio reminisces. Man what a hot bod. To be honest he quite wanted a body like that. Maybe he'd have a body like that some day. 

   "Change of plan. You've earned it. On your knees. I'm going to fuck you now, then the deal will be sealed. You're mine jojo. Mine." He grabs Jonathan by the hips and, Rams his way into Jonathan.

   "W-wait! Dio! I'm not... I can't... It hurts..!" Jonathan chokes out, in between gasps.

    Dio shakes his head. He doesn't care. This is what he wanted to see anyways. Jonathan writhing in pain, completely at his mercy. A picturesque scene that he's dreamed of for years, although not always in this way. A win is a win though.

   "Don't  worry about it bitch. You'll feel better soon. You're a big boy, you can handle it. Besides. I know you get off on the pain. I can tell." Dio smirks.

   He continues to thrust into Jonathan, enjoying the gasps and moans the other boy lets out. Finally he feels himself about to release again. With one last thrust, he finishes off inside of Jonathan, who comes at the same time as him. Both fall to the floor, as the adrenaline wears off, and both become tired from the strenuous, rigorous sex. Dio is the first to rise, zipping up his pants, and leaving Jonathan on the floor.

 "Well." He adjusts his suit, and begins to exit Jonathan's bedroom. "You'd better clean  up. Wouldn't want anyone seeing you in this state. Later, Jojo."

   He turns around to look back at Jonathan, and gives one last smirk before retreating to his own diabolical layer of plotting bedroom, pleased with his own work. What a great plan. He silently thanks teenage hormones, puts on his own night clothes, and retires for the night. There's always tomorrow to torment Jonathan. He falls asleep looking forward to more fun ;) sexcapades with jojo.