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“N-No, we can’t you idiot.” Caesar growled, one hand raised to smack the brunette across the face, causing quite a sting. He had already gotten used to the beatings from Caesar and only rubbed the sore spot on his face, pushing against the other’s chest, hovering above him. “Hehe! Could it be that you’re afraid to take me on- “Before he could finish his assumption, another smack dissipated a powerful ring throughout the bedroom, and Joseph promptly pulled back, holding both cheeks now sore from the strength of Caesar’s relentless hitting. “Ouch!” Gritting pearly white teeth together, he would look up with much pessimism to Caesar who had his face burning scarlet red, teeth lightly gnawed at the battered skin of his lips. “You bastard! How many times do you have to hit me—” Teary eyed, with hurt feigned like a champion, he would continue to rub friction against the burning skin. “Cazzo!, It simply won’t fit, or did you brain fail Grade 1 math?” Caesar professed, pushing Joseph further back using his foot, stomping against the brunette’s stomach. “How dare you assume my brain failed grade 1 math? Did you know how many stickers I got—yes star stickers and Caesar-chan got none that’s why he’s so mad!” He retorted, there was a strained smile on his face, coupled with furrow and thick dark brows, and challenged teal eyes. “Vafancullo! I’m not fucking mad about the star stickers, you entitled son of a bitch.” With accelerated strength he finally pushed Joseph off the bed with a loud thud. “Now stay there you horny—” Caesar was just mid declaration when Joseph rose from the edge of the bed and gave him a satisfying headbutt, rendering Caesar disoriented as he bounced back on the mattress, the laboring comforter squeaking at the weight of the two wrestling. “Head as hard as steel, I’m fucking Hercules.” Joseph snickered, rubbing his forehead, in between his messy mop-like hair. There was joy in that lit in his eyes out of the hilarity he got from getting back on Caesar. “You’re not fucking Hercules, Jojo. You’re a thick-headed pezza di merda!” He snarled, finally recovered from the momentary daze his boyfriend’s headbutt gave him. What a child!
“Correction: You love this thick headed peysa dey murda!” Hearing Jojo insult his mother language, this asshole.”Fuck you Jojo,” Finally relenting to the rampant idiocy that was Joseph Joestar, he would sit up, cross his arms over his chest, and narrow his gaze. “How about I fuck you instead?” Joseph lifted his cumbrous body off the floor and wrapped his arms around Caesar, pressing his lips against the neck, where the stench radiated. His eyes lightly watered at the pungent smell, but pressed on anyways, allowing his teeth to bite against the hard skin of Caesar’s neck, dragging his tongue against the smooth skin, the aftertaste was rather vile, but it was so Caesar that he couldn’t help himself. “J-Jojo…” His breath would always hitch whenever Jojo bites him there. It was so uncalled for, knowing how much the brunette many times Joseph had decreed that he absolutely execrated the unique alpha scent. Pheromones drive other alphas insane, and most of the time it would cause fights to erupt as two battle for dominance. The bite grew deeper, located just underneath Caesar’s ear, near where the claiming glands of an omega would be, their combined pheromones mixed together and the scent was so miasmic, at least to any grown alpha in the perimeter. Blood trickled out of the holes, and a pink tongue would lick against the skin, and Caesar would close his eyes because just like how Jojo had done so many times, the man was an insatiable bitch in heat. Joseph’s canines would drag across the width of his neck and then claim a random swath of skin, biting deep and deeper each time. Sometimes he would go over somewhere dense and because his teeth couldn’t pierce said skin, it would leave oddly dark bruises in its stead. “Merda… Jojo—” He didn’t mean to sound so wanton, actually it was more of the sense of urgency and trepidation, about when Jojo would bite too deep and actually cause grave injury. “Fuck… You sound so good baby—” He whispered in between bites, snuffling underneath Caesar’s jaw, biting along the contour of it, then smoothing the pain with his tongue.
This must’ve been his teenage fantasy, to be able to do this with an omega. It was any young alphas dream. He was just a hormonal mess and he’d remember the times the couch was only hardly sufficient in quelling his needs to claim another alpha. “Don’t bite too hard—you moron.” His eyes squeeze shut at the feeling of marks littering over his skin. He would probably regret this in the morning but right now, he couldn’t care less.
“Sorry—I want you.” There was a dark connotation to Joseph’s voice. When it’s lost all it humor or that the light had been snuffed out, or his bluish eyes now burnt dark, pupils wide and blown out. Caesar felt his skin grow muddy, the smell of iron wafted through the air and the satisfying burn of all the marks burning in united cacophony. “I c-can’t.” The last plea, that maybe they should reconsider such an act. He didn’t remember his cheeks growing damp, or Joseph had pulled him closer as if to comfort him about the inevitable. “I can’t Jojo. “ We’re not made for this. As sad as the truth was, it would probably cause more discomfort than pain to alpha to receive another, especially an alpha as large as Joseph Joestar. It just wasn’t possible.
“We don’t have to do it.” Finally he conceded. Seeing the concern that lathered blatant on Caesar’s face, he pulled away slightly, feeling his own pride shattered but with renewed understanding that his loved one would suffer if they had done it all the way.
Caesar felt it, the white noise that came with Joseph’s dejection and no matter how hard the brunette tried to hide it, he was easy to unveil in Caesar’s eyes. Most of the time he wanted to become ignorant, but his heart withered at the thought of Joseph’s confliction, or how their situation will forever embitter him. If they were to stay together forever that would mean that one of them would have to act like an omega—even if they were not. Caesar would never bend over for another man—well unless it was Jojo. He was such a dunce—and he couldn’t even take care of himself.
He pressed his cheek against Jojo’s shoulder, pressing a lazy kiss underneath his jaw, blood that splayed onto his own now melded with the skin, to create labyrinthine patterns on the porcelain mold. “You’ve already done this much—” A strong hand would grip one that lacked resolved, meshing fingers together lightly glue. In a silent way he wanted to affirm that it was alright in the end, no matter how hard it would be. Those dull teals would light up and catch Caesar’s lips, lapping against them until they open, their intertwined hands would break and Joseph would slide up until it rested onto Caesar’s shoulder, pressing against the multitude of bitemarks and causing his lover to stiffen up and sink further into his arms. “F-fuck…” With a breathy sigh, Caesar would pull back from the kiss and send a death glare down Joseph’s way. “If you fuck this up—I’m topping.” There was a glint of challenge in his eyes, and Joseph found himself surprised and yet a shiver raked across his back. Damn, Caesar was dangerous.
A bottle of lube was completely used up in one go, sticking onto the inside of Caesar’s well-defined thighs. He had nothing but his shirt on, legs spread out, with one of his hands gripping his large cock, tears streaming down his eyes, which were rammed shut, lips quivering at the feeling of Joseph stretching him out. One lone finger danced with his insides, trapped by tight velvet heat, causing Caesar to spasm multiple times out of pain. He just couldn’t find himself to relax, it was a grueling task. “Jesus Christ, loosen out babe. I feel like you’re going to crush my finger here,” Cheekily, Joseph would mutter, his idle hand would lightly rub against Caesar’s thigh, as if to soothe him. The blonde choked out and slowly began to jerk himself off again, trying to dim any pain that he still felt, gripping onto his own cock, sliding his oiled palm against the impressive length, occasionally squeezing the base. “I-I’m trying you cockshit!” Caesar barked back, wiggling his hips lightly, possibly in the attempt of squirming away from the intrusion. “Hey, that’s not very nice!” Joseph would scowl, a childish but idealistic expression clouded his features before he would deliver a reverberating slap across Caesar’s ass, evoking the blonde to yelp, his own cock twitched in his hand like a traitor, spilling a trail of muddy transparent liquid onto his chiseled stomach. “Figlio di puttana—” He cursed, biting onto his bottom lip, a stray tear would stream down his cheek. “You fucker! How dare-“ Displeased by the sudden outrage, two more whips followed, each one followed by a surprised cry from the blond. “Sorry about that, you looked like you were asking to be punished.”
He could die laughing right now. Did this self-proclaimed sex god connoisseur just pull a shitty BDSM line on him? This virgin must’ve been so caught up in his headspace to humiliate Caesar like this. “The only one getting punished after this is you stronzo.” He sneered, both eyes opened lightly, light lashes sticking on the skin with tears acting like glue. “Ah-ah-ah! That’s not very nice, Caesar.” Damn this guy and how fast this whole thing got to his head. Pressing the finger deeper onto the crevice of his boyfriend’s ass, he would push one of Caesar’s legs back into an extreme degree, causing temporary panic as his lower half was now slightly postured vertically, Joseph’s eminent erection pressing firmly against one of his plush asscheeks. “Fucker! Fucker! I told you to stop with your stupid tricks!” Caesar’s hand-which was previously tending to his own erection- swung out towards the direction of the bone-head dullard, though Joseph who had been flogged multiple times by his blond boyfriend expertly dodged the incoming assault, sticking out his tongue after. “Stay down-“ His own hand would leave Caesar’s thigh and grip the other’s waist. “You kind look cute in this angle.”
Caesar begged to differ. His hips were jutted upwards, his lower half pressing on against Joseph’s waist for support, the fucker’s cock was basically digging in his right asscheek, occasionally sliding up near his balls, his own cock pointed towards his, fully erected, leaking bodily fluids on his blistered neck contriving a sick mixture of blood, sweat and pre-cum. This was not a very attractive image for Caesar Zeppeli at all. “Say that again and I’ll make sure to punch you until you go blind-“ Another insult that throttled out of him, though his chartreuse orbs averted and there was a prominent blush that colored his usually pale cheeks. “Then I’ll just have to fuck you until you can’t punch anymore.” It was a simple rebuttal, but one that cause Caesar’s blush to deepen, spreading to his chest, only blocked out by the white shirt that was soaked in his sweat and precum, nipples lightly protrude out of the thin fabric, his cock pressed against his well-defined abs writing white into the skin. “You look like a whole fucking damn dinner like this-“ Joseph would chortle at his achievement, leading Caesar’s hand back onto his own cock, wrapping the fingers around the rod again, using his own thumb to swipe at the tip. “Touch yourself for me.”
Caesar had masturbated countless of times. It was a natural thing after all, but to be watched while doing so, it had an entirely different feel. His own body betrayed him, slowly growing more and more docile and submissive, even though he initially was so assertive. With a struggled ‘hmph’ he would return to jerking over again, feeling his length pulse along his palm, two eyes watching intensely how he would run lithe fingers over a throbbing hot cock. Caesar was impressive in size, nearly comparable with the man before him. “Stop watching—Aren’t you busy?” Instead of looking away, he would meet the gaze of the man before him, so hungry and sweltering that Caesar was sure that Joseph was combustible, looking by how his form shook and how hard his finger thrusted into Caesar. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” With an amplified tone, a sure octave below usual, raspy sent thrill down Caesar’s spine. Seeing Joseph lose touch of sanity was something he must’ve coveted deep inside himself, now that the brunette was teetering over that edge, all he had to do was shove him and they’d both drown in this shithole together.
Without warning, Joseph shoved another finger, his torso leaning forward to press a kiss against Caesar’s neck, before biting him again. His walls clamped down and a small whine was gurgled through his lips, saliva along with it. The pressure of Joseph’s own stomach flattening against his erection was driving him insane. “H-Hey—” With a sense of urgency, he would lightly nuzzle his nose against Joseph’s chocolate colored locks. “I’m about to cum-“ He would trace his sharp tongue over the shell of Joseph’s ear and then suck on the lobe, as if to make a statement. “So fuck me already, caro.” Joseph’s eyes fluttered, and he would desolate Caesar’s bloody neck to press a kiss against his soft lips, alpha teeth would clash against each other, white two fingers worked Caesar’s abused hole, the amount of lube they had used was all worth it, the other man as practically gaping with how wide Joseph’s fingers were. In and out, he would rub the tip mercilessly against the constricting walls, trying to find that spot, trying to drive Caesar insane as much as the other did to him. When he felt Caesar break the kiss, cry out, and lol his head back so abruptly, he knew he had reached it. There was a warm stickiness in between them, Caesar’s shirt ruined to abandon, eyes puffy, and mouth red and bruised from their constantly kissing. He had come undone, but Joseph was far from finished.
“Take off that shirt-“ It was a command. There were no bargains here. It took the last of humanity left in Joseph to abstain from pushing it all in. Caesar shivered, trying to deal with the wooly surroundings caused by his intense orgasm, his knot had inflated, knotting nothing but the cold air of the room, permanently squashed between his own abdomen and the heavy alpha above him. To heighten his sensitivity, Joseph pressed his fingers deeper against Caesar’s weak spot, and all he could do was groan, letting out the last spurts of cum from his recent orgasm. Then, the brunette would pull his fingers out in one go, causing Caesar to cry out again at the sudden loss, his gaping, velvet hole squinting, trying to find any sort of substantial fulfillment. “I’m going to fuck you now, omega.” Even though one should take that as an insult, Caesar couldn’t care less at that moment, opening his eyes, shiny from all the tears, slowly pulling the damp shirt off himself, but failing to do so out of weakness, so it looped around his neck revealing his muscled strong chest, and small rosy buds that already previous hardened from the friction. At the moment Joseph didn’t mind, even though it would’ve been better if they had gotten rid of the soiled shirt earlier during sex, because it was just another article of clothing waiting to be destroyed or ripped off.
“Knot me…” Weakly, he would request, his pride had been eaten entirely, and his throat made him feel asphyxiated. He sometimes would ask if he returned to sanity if he would regret those words. Joseph was an entirely different person when he transcended his habitual headspace. That guileless, friendly, fighter was now replaced with a man scorching hot he could burn you to ashes and Caesar’s alpha who had disapproved was now chased into hiding to bring out the mechanisms of a pseudo omega. “Knot me, knot me, knot me.” Like a chant he would beseech. It was confounding… Asking to be knotted while your own was still active, inflated, spilling seed on your own chest but breeding nothing. “sei sordo, cazzo? knot me!” With a battle cry to finish it, Joseph’s barrier broke and he found himself pressing a biting kiss onto Caesar’s neck. “Got it.”
Being rammed full of cock for the first time in your life was both traumatizing and sent Caesar to euphoria, the exhilarating feeling of being stuffed so full that Joseph’s tip pressed against his internal organs, against his stomach to his diaphragm and for dio sake, he could not even breath properly. His passage could only really take Joseph, and nothing more, the lube squeeze past his hot erection, or pushed deeper into Caesar who tried to kick Joseph away, feeling his stomach act up from the force of receiving his boyfriend. “Fuck baby, honey—you’re fucking tight.” Even Joseph who had suffered from a mental breakdown just a few moments ago, felt the suction being way too much, like Caesar was either trying to keep him out or keep him in. Grabbing the leg that was kicking at him, he would press it down the cushions, the blond writhing underneath him like he was trying to gasp for air. “Such a good omega for me.” There was only a groan in response to his words, as his hips swiveled backwards and Caesar who felt strangled began to breath against, coughing up the saliva that collected in the hollow of his cheeks. The common Caesar would’ve already wrecked Joseph for calling him an omega. However, there was no time for that. His whole lower body was in pain, numbing pain, and yet whenever his passage was claimed and marked by this one alpha in general, he yearned for more. His insides would scorn him for allowing this kind of unacceptable behavior. Joseph slid himself back until only his tip was engulfed and then forced it all in again, and Caesar’s mind numbed, and he would let out a horrid scream, ambiguous pleasure overtaken by immense pain, the popping of his hips joints as he was forced to rock onto the bed and take the cock of another. “Ah….hh…ugh…” There were tears that caught in between his light lashes and a stream of saliva pouring down the sides of his mouth like a whore, his ears were burnt and his chest flashed a scarlet red from the blood, the sensitivity of his own knot drove him insane, because Joseph was too large of an alpha not to hit Caesar’s good spot. It just invaded everything inside like a parasitic worm. “Uff… Huff..” For how many years in his life, he had not felt such anguish and rapture at one moment, feeling himself tear up, sob at how excruciatingly painful it was, but being connected to Joseph on a personal level was all he dreamt of.
He felt soft lips against his cheek, clammy from the barrage of tears raining down, rampantly, obdurately. “I love you so much, Cici.” His alpha would whisper against the mess of his face, and Caesar in turn would return said affection. “Ti amo, Jojo.” His voice didn’t sound like his own, hoarse, and subservient, like an omega should be. It disgusted him, how far this roleplay could go, yet he loved Joseph so much he was willing to give away his hierarchy in society and regress to acting like an omega if that made it better, if that made it tolerable.
They shared a kiss after that, and Caesar breathed quietly through his nose, tangling his fingers on the messy hair of his lover, the other cupping his cheek. “Mhm… I gotta move.” Joseph would drawl, lazily, feeling his own erection twitch inside the blistering head that was Caesar. Slowly he would regain his pace again, each time making his lover growl, cry and pull away from the pain of being filled, Caesar legs were limp soon enough losing strength and so they folded against the sides, completely discarded. His knot was no deflated, and his eyes has lost their vivid color as he zoned out, breathing through his mouth. Each thrust was delivered wet, making squelching noises as Joseph would kiss down his chest, even lavish one nipple with attention, lightly scratching his canines against it to make Caesar squirm, only worsening his condition as the blond tightened against him. “N-No! Argh—fuck.” There were fingers that fastened itself to Joseph’s hair trying to pull him off, the overall sensitivity of being touch all over made Caesar’s stomach tingle, and he had just ejaculated. His words weren’t taken into account and he felt a wet tongue dance on his chest, licking off the crusty layer of blood, before kissing around his areola, Joseph darting a tongue out to lick the small nub on his lovers chest, before clamping his lips around and sucking hard. “Hnn…” Another unintelligible noise forced itself out from the blonde, fingers locking themselves with the sheets beneath instead, the pressure of being fucked open and torn apart coupled with Joseph’s warmth on his chest made him see white. Joseph would pop off Caesar’s nipple, kissing it one last time before biting just underneath the sensitive nub, as If to stake his claim. Though, it was unnecessary, as the amount of bitemarks were ubiquitous and this was proven with the blood that painted the other alpha’s neck and chest, like a bloody battle.
He felt a knot in his belly tightening again. Joseph’s tip pressing so hard against his prostrate that he swore the man would break him if he hadn’t already. As Caesar’s eyes regained focus he could see the slight bulge at the lower part of his abdomen where Joseph had been rutting so hard against and since he was pushed back vertically, cock and balls dangling in the air, lasciviously bouncing at the monstrous force that his boyfriend was fucking him against, he could against see it as clear as day. What could he do? His throat was so sore that he could not speak, out of crying or sobbing or whichever screaming he made during the duration of their intercourse. Deciding it was the least to worry about, he would allow his head to sink deeper onto the pillow he was rested against, closing his eyes as he was fucked. Joseph felt himself lose control more and more, hooking the limp legs of his lover over his broad shoulders and pressing Caesar’ legs against his chest. Hearing the blonde cry out again, speechless, was such a gift. Caesar was noisy, the one who would give out unsolicited advise and judge you because he could. He acted like a smartass, everytime. Most of the time he dominated Joseph and in a lot of things as well, with his superior experience in the street, and his training in fighting. Joseph could care less about a fragile omega, because with Caesar he could go as hard as he could and the blonde would never shatter in his hold, no matter how much he bit him or painted his insides white. “Fuck—” There was aggression in the tone of his voice, so fucked out already. The real Caesar was definitely better than the couch he used to rut on almost everynight after they spent the whole afternoon sitting there. He leaned in again, brushed his nose against Caesar’s bruised collarbone and took a whiff and felt emancipation.
Finally this alpha—this man that had challenged his dominance over the years, whom he had fought with inveterately smelled like him, his pheromones, his saliva and soon to be his seed. The thought of people coming to know their secret affrighted him no doubt, but with his current state of mind he didn’t really care. In his mind that alpha was casted out into the shadow and right now the omega of his dreams had been fleshed out, real, alive and breathing in front of him. While he was sinking deeper into this illusion he had created, the slight swelling of his knot forced Caesar to disarray, his lifeless legs had regained strength and began to flail. “Ah—Too big, too big.” He gritted whimpering through his teeth, trying to wriggle away again. “Jojo, hurry, pull out, it’s too much.’ Even though Caesar implored, Joseph could only look at him with a glint of annoyance. This was the same man who begged for his knot just a few minutes ago. “Merda…Merda…” There was wheezing coexisting with Caesar’s dry heaving and cold sweat, his own hand lightly held his abdomen as if to keep Joseph from going further and spitting him in half.
To silence him, a pair of firm lips would take his own and Joseph would lean his forehead against his own. “You can do it, Cici. Just a little more. You want it right? My knot in you?” Like a dirty child, he asked this question with dead seriousness, pressing loving kisses against his love’s face. As expected, there was no answer, but more whining, so Joseph did his best and it took three more thrust and his knot had inflated and he spilled inside Caesars special spot, coating his insides him warm seed, marking him and the other alpha yelped feeling the burning cum scorch through his soft and wet insides. He had knotted for the second time just after that, spilling his own white starchy liquid in between them, coming untouched this time. Joseph had lost his strength as he knotted Caesar, collapsing on top of the other alpha with a thud, and by god was he so lucky that Caesar was bulky and heavily built otherwise the other man would’ve been obliterated by his weight alone. There was a moment of silence, before Joseph felt a hand combing through his hair. He looked up to see Caesar looking at him with loving eyes.
“You look so tired…” Contrary to popular belief, it looked as if Joseph was more burnt out than Caesar. He had been rocking his hips like crazy and it took serious amount of strength to actually pin the blonde onto the bed and cock fuck him into the mattress like a wild animal. “baciami, Tesoro.” It was asimple request and giddily the younger would slowly move – mindful of the knot that connected them—and press a kiss on Caesar’s lips. “So… how long till a knot goes away Cae?” Like a stupid buffoon he had retrogressed to his natural idiotic self. “I don’t know… “ Caesar would laugh but pepper kisses against Joseph’s face. “I’m going to count.” Joseph proclaimed, already pulling out his two large hands counting with his fingers. “How many seconds until it deflates? You’re really an idiot you know.” In disbelief, Caesar would shift away from him, feeling the liquid in his belly move and cause great discomfort, in addition the knot pulling against his rim. Was this how omegas felt, it was just…. Disgusting.
“Hey, quit moving!” Josph would protest, pouting like a child, “That hurtssssss—” He complained, earning a quick smack from Caesar on the head. Due to how the were connected Joseph could not elude said strike and suffered. “Ouch! Cici! Stop! Stop!”
“You deserve it. You’re such a kid!”
As they bickered over the minutes, the knot slowly died off and Joseph’s softness pulled out of his lover, letting the generous amount of seed go to waste, spilling down Caesar’s thighs. They were nearly asleep at this time, cuddled up together.
In the back of Caesar’s mind, while watching the alpha succumb to rest, he wondered just how horrible his day would be tomorrow when every person that would stand next to him would know that someone had marked in from the inside, and that horrible stench would continue to haunt him as long as he and Joseph were togheter.
To be honest. He didn’t really mind that much anymore.