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. - ~ * ‘ Hate Me, Love Me ‘ * ~ - .

It felt disgusting.

It’s such a filthy sight yet a feeling that one’s body keeps begging for more.

A feeling that didn’t feel around his throat, but merely in Jonathan’s stomach as his stomach turned.

Having a form of evil kiss his lips, whispering sweet-nothings near Jonathan’s ear; caressing the muscles of the dark-haired.

It felt sickening.

Jonathan wanted, needed to stop. But he didn’t want to. He fell too deep into lust to turn back now, but.. with his greatest enemy?

The same man who he grew up with and came all the way to defeat? God it felt so shameful. Disgusting even.

Lust, a major sin. Its temptation is easy to fall for, and any form of action towards lust or any provocative behaviour will get one punished for their sinful deeds. 
If not by law then by God, the one who tries to show the truth. The Father of man.

That’s why the church makes sure to keep the people as pure as possible before marriage, and anyone who dares to question the church or the Father himself shall be held accountable.

With the needing to make sure that none fall for the sin of lust, the church forbid any form of sexual intimacy with the same sex.

It brought the rise of taboo relationship between two men within writing, though it was very much frowned upon with the word of God and the church.

Anyone who dares to defy God is a traitor.

Which is why Jonathan hated how he wanted more, his body begging for the vampire to do more than to bite his white skin and kiss his lips.

Jonathan felt himself throbbing, begging to get any for of attention. It was such a horrible feeling that he couldn’t shake off.

With each gentle touch, with each gentle kiss that Dio gave Jonathan while feeling his smirk on his chest.. it filled Jonathan with frustration that he didn’t even know he felt.

Each time Dio bites down his fangs to sink them in Jonathan’s neck, it made the Joestar yelp each time.

Was it from pleasure? Or maybe it was from pain from how sharp the fangs are, blood staining the blonds teeth.

It didn’t matter anymore.

Jonathan’s neck and shoulders were covered in bite marks from the fangs as blood dripped from Dio’s mouth and chin, all the way to the Joestars chest.

The blood from the fresh marks were dripping on the floor, staining them once they’re dry.

”JoJo…” Dio whispered, sitting down on his chair, watching Jonathan trembling. His hands tied behind his back while his eyes were ready to drip tears to his cheeks.

Dio smiled at the desperation that those desperate blue-eyes and twitching bulge.

It was an adorable sight to see someone so dedicated to be seen as a «gentleman» and so «pure» turn into such a shaky mess.

It felt so sickening to see someone so pure-hearted and see someone with no hate in their heart. It’s disgusting.

Dio just wants nothing but to break one’s mind, wanting to make sure that Jonathan feels nothing but pain yet pleasure.

He gets off to see Jonathan all pathetic, seeing him mutter about how much he’d ‘sinned’, Dio even headed Jonathan quietly begging God for forgiveness.

Jonathan’s mind felt foggy, eyes swelling from the tears that are forming from the corner of his eyes while he made sure Dio’s cock is pleasured.

”Good lil’ mutt, JoJo…” Dio sighed shakily while running his fingers through Jonathan’s soft hair, leaning back on the chair.

Chocking on both his tears and Dio’s dick, Jonathan felt dirty. Such… filety words from Dio’s lips..

How could Jonathan even feel so good about being humiliated but praised like dog. It made Jonathan feel like some pervert.

“Look at yourself,” Dio hummed, gripping on Jonathan’s hair and pulling him away so the blond could make sure to take a good look at the Joestars face.

Jonathan’s expression was soft yet gentle, but with a hint of anger fulling him, frowning. Who could knew that someone could look so cute trying to be angry.

”…letting yourself be used. And yet you call yourself a gentleman.” Dio chuckled, tilting the Joestars head to the left which would make Dio’s cock gently be resting against Jonathan’s cheek.

Those eyes, filled with tears..

Oh how sweet those tears are, those naïve eyes that hold so much sorrow and guilt. Filled with memories and such emotions.

That’s what Dio liked about Jonathan. His eyes. It didn’t matter if the tears were from joy or from pain.. Dio needed more of Jonathan’s tears…

“Now… I want to see what types of tricks that pretty lil’ mutt could do…” he smirked, watching Jonathan’s expression carefully, noticing the Joestars breathing patterns.

Jonathan’s mind were clouded and fogged for a little bit, all he remembers how Dio’s eyes were moving up and down while Jonathan rode Dio’s cock slowly.

It hurt, at first. Slowly when Jonathan began to adjust, he was softly whining as he heated soft coos and gentle words from Dio’s lips.

”Such a good boy, JoJo..” Dio praised, caressing Jonathan’s sides while watching him shake his head while whimpering.

Jonathan felt warm tears staining his cheeks, breaths all shaky which soon made him hide his face from his embarrassment of how he’s being treated.

”Please… dear God, please forgive me.. please, forgive me for my lustful sins..” Jonathan muttered softly under his breath as he’d feel Dio’s hand rubbing on his back, seemingly trying to soothe the Joestar in distress.

”Lord.. please dear Lord— please…”

Jonathan was trembling quite a bit, muttering and whispering under his breath for forgiveness. Making Dio smile.

Despite begging for God’s forgiveness from his lustful acts, Jonathan couldn’t help but pleasure himself on Dio’s cock, ready so close to release.

”Seeing you like this.. all pathetic is so cute.” Dio chuckled, “So desperate for your own Gods forgiveness.”

Jonathan groaned, “Don’t…” that’s all what the Joestar muttered before feeling Dio’s hands cup his cheeks and kiss Jonathan’s lips.

It felt so sickening how much Jonathan craved Dio’s body… his lips. So disgusting how lust can cloud one man’s judgment.

The feeling of blood being sucked right off his body was such a weird feeling, but that while being nicely fucked on Dio’s chair is one of Jonathan’s fantasies.

Such sharp fangs.. you always would wonder how they’re able to stay that sharp.

After all, lust is unavoidable. No one can avoid lust before giving in to it.

And seeing another man’s body on a bed, it felt like he was betraying his creator, his God.

He allowed his own lust, his own personal desire cloud his mind and control over who he was supposed to represent.

Jonathan Joestar. He felt disgusted, he probably wouldn’t be able to look at himself to a mirror ever again.