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With Jotaro’s broken, bloody body pinned to the ground, one of Dio’s hands clapped over his mouth and his nose pinched shut between his thumb and index finger, it was as if the events occurred in slow motion. Dio scarcely believed it even as he stared down at Jotaro. Not only was he going to get to kill him, but he was going to get to feel the life leave his body.
A fistful of Jotaro’s hair in his other hand to hold him to the ground, his head was tilted back to expose his throat. He stared back up at Dio with wild eyes, instinctively clasping his wrist in his hands. Jotaro fought hard to roll out from under him but he was still just a man and despite being thickly muscled, he was no match for the strength of a vampire. He tore at Dio’s skin with his short fingernails, closed nostrils twitching wildly underneath his hand as he tried to suck in a breath.
"You can struggle all you want, it's no use.”
Jotaro continued to claw at Dio’s hand, digging deeper into the open wounds, the beds of his fingernails growing red with blood. It was painful, but as Dio glanced down to where Jotaro grasped at his wrist, blue veins standing off the back of his hand, he knew that the pleasure awaiting him was well worth it.
“A big guy like you?" Dio's forehead wrinkled as he calculated the man’s odds. "I'd give you.... four, maybe five minutes until you pass out."
Dio handled the thrashing of Jotaro's body with all the finesse of a cowboy on a bucking horse. He allowed his body to be rocked along with Jotaro’s as his thighs squeezed his torso, knees buried firmly in the ground. He leaned in to Jotaro’s face as closely as he could without compromising his balance, his voice husky and low, as if he were tempting a lover.
"How does it feel, knowing that the last thing you're going to see is me? That you came all this way only to die by my hand?"
Dio could feel his cock stiffening and he ground it down against Jotaro's thigh so that he would know just how much he was enjoying this. Jotaro’s nose twitched beneath his hands as his lip curled in a snarl and he thrashed his body in a fruitless attempt to unseat Dio, only succeeding in hastening his erection.
"You feel that? You're just a little toy to me, Jotaro. Keep squirming so I can jizz on your leg."
The effort Jotaro was expending was quickly exhausting him and his abdomen twitched underneath Dio, diaphragm spasming in an attempt to force air into his oxygen-starved lungs. Dio briefly entertained the thought of loosening his grasp so that Jotaro could suck in a breath and struggle harder against him, put more pressure against his cock, but he couldn't risk losing such a prize. The man completely at his mercy, writhing beneath his hands, he wasn’t going to need much more stimulation to cum anyway.
Another minute dragged by and Jotaro’s lungs ached, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he fought the urge to exhale. He was desaturating, his nail beds more purple than pink as the remaining oxygen in his bloodstream was pulled away from his extremities so that he could remain conscious. Dio slowly rocked his hips against Jotaro, the silky lining of his pants allowing his foreskin to glide back and forth over the head of his cock easily.
Jotaro's heart was pounding against his ribs and Dio could feel each beat through the man's thin shirt. His heart rate climbed, the muscle squeezing forcefully to circulate the dwindling oxygen supply through his bloodstream. Two hundred beats per minute, maybe higher. A stain of precum soaked through his pants. A man his level of fitness, a heart rate that high must have felt terrifying. It made Dio so fucking hot.
"Is your vision starting to go, Jojo? I can feel your heart racing. All that adrenaline flooding your bloodstream.... you're going to taste so good after you black out."
Jotaro looked at him with as much hatred as he could convey through watery, bloodshot eyes. His face had grown so pale that blue veins had become visible where the skin was thin— across his forehead, underneath his eyes. Even with death imminent and his struggle growing weaker, not a second had gone by where Jotaro did not pull at Dio's wrist or push against his chest. Defiant until the end, just like Johnathan before him.
The contractions of his diaphragm grew increasingly violent and Jotaro shook his head back and forth, blinking rapidly as dark spots began to fill his vision. In one last burst of energy, he arched his back and twisted his torso so that he could grab two fistfuls of Dio’s jacket. Seams ripped as Jotaro, desperate to loosen the hand over his mouth, strained to pull Dio’s shoulders backwards. He succeeded in doing nothing but yanking the jacket off his shoulders as Dio dug his knees deeper into the ground.
Jotaro’s eyes, wide with the realization that he was not, in fact, going to escape, darted back and forth across his assailant's face. Too proud to scream, his jaw tightened underneath Dio’s hand as he grit his teeth, two fat tears spilling over his red-rimmed eyes. It was his final act as he slipped into unconsciousness, the grip on Dio’s jacket loosening. Arms falling heavily to the ground, Jotaro's eyes rolled back as he twitched and grunted, extremities convulsing as if in orgasm. It felt good, Jotaro's twitching legs rubbing back and forth against Dio's hard cock. Dio continued to hold his hand over Jotaro's mouth, watching rapt as his eyelids fluttered and his head jerked in arrhythmic motions until finally, his body stilled.
Releasing his grip and letting Jotaro's head loll to the side, Dio pressed his body fully against the one beneath him. He had never been so close before and the proximity allowed him to savor the scent of sweat and dried blood on Jotaro's skin. It was intoxicating, the metallic scent of blood and the sharp smell of fear sweat held in by Jotaro’s heavy coat mingling with the musky scent of his skin after battle. Dio nestled his face against Jotaro’s neck, feeling his reckless pulse beneath his lips as he immersed himself in the smell of him. The instinct to breathe would take over soon but Jotaro would remain limp and unconscious for a short while afterwards. It was a shame he wouldn't be awake to watch Dio drink his fill. Now that would've been something.
Brushing Jotaro's sweat-slick hair away from his neck, Dio laved his tongue over his pulsing carotid to savor the salt and copper taste. He slid one hand against Jotaro's sweat-soaked shirt and pressed his palm against his breastbone. A vampire's hearing was sensitive enough that Jotaro's heartbeat had been echoing in his ears long before Dio had pinned him to the ground but feeling the muscle throb beneath Jotaro's skin made his cock ache all the more.
Dio's eyes flickered upwards to look at his captive. Jotaro was handsome like this, sharp features free from his usual scowl as his muscles lay lax beneath Dio. If it wasn't for the sheen of sweat on his forehead, he would look peaceful. Dio sucked hard on his exposed neck, feeling capillaries burst beneath his teeth. Without the resistance of tense muscle, his fangs sliced through Jotaro’s skin like a hot knife through butter.
His heart was beating so forcefully that Dio didn't even have to suck on the wound when he withdrew his fangs, hot spurts of blood squirting into his mouth with every contraction of the muscle. It was divine, a red so dark it was almost black and a taste with more depth of flavor than the finest wine. Adrenaline and testosterone and every other hormone and protein that made up the unique cocktail that was Jotaro Kujo coalesced into a heady ichor.
With his lips clamped onto Jotaro's neck as if he were a leech, Dio drank in big, greedy gulps. It felt pleasurable in a way he never would have expected. The heat of orgasm began to build in his loins as he cradled Jotaro's head in one hand, humping the man’s thick thigh. The taste of Jotaro’s blood on his tongue, sliding down his throat, was of a level of intimacy beyond that of sharing saliva or swallowing his spunk. This is what kept him alive. This was Jotaro.
Jotaro's chest trembled underneath him as he sucked in a large breath, moaning in pain as his fractured rib cage expanded to accommodate his lungs. The exhale ghosting over Dio's bare shoulder pushed him over the edge and he came with a shudder, fingers curling into Jotaro's hair as he blew his load. Blood running down his chin as he moaned into Jotaro’s neck, Dio shook in ecstasy. Each pulse of his cock was accompanied by a lusty moan as he shot several hot spurts of cum into his pants, cock twitching against his belly.
His orgasm was electric and Dio’s body shuddered and jerked as if lighting had passed through him, his thighs trembling from where he straddled Jotaro, toes curling inside his boots. He pushed his hips down, rutting against Jotaro’s thigh to milk every last drop of cum from his cock. He could feel his spunk dripping through the thin fabric of his pants and staining Jotaro’s beneath him. Dio wondered if his unconscious mind could hear him moan through his orgasm, could hear the sound of his victory. The thought made his nipples grow hard beneath his shirt.
As his orgasm coasted to an end, Dio braced himself against Jotaro’s big frame to indulge in a few final gulps of the blood spurting from his neck. Jotaro’s chest heaved in shallow, gasping breaths. He had lost over half of his blood volume and his skin grew cold and clammy as Dio drank his fill, the restorative power of fresh blood knitting the wounds on his hand closed.
Sweaty and satisfied, Dio withdrew from Jotaro’s neck to rest his head against his red-stained chest and enjoy the sound of his faltering heartbeat. No longer pulsing in rhythmic beats, the muscle quivered uselessly in his chest as blood sloshed about inside it. Jotaro voiced his discomfort in little grunts and groans as the pauses between each gasping breath steadily increased.
Dio’s stomach was pleasantly full, cock softening in his pants as, uninhibited by his hands, the last breath left Jotaro's body. His heart ceased to beat. Dio had won.