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It was a normal day; well, normal for everyone else except Abbacchio who felt pissed as all hell.
Ever since Giorno joined the gang, his mood was always sour.
He hated the brat, hated his optimism, his disgustingly deterministic attitude and the way he carried himself with this elegance, like he was some kind of jewel.
Oh, but Bucciarati was just smitten with the boy. He hated how Bucciarati would look at him with such endearing eyes every time Giorno rambled about his stupid dream.
It wasn’t even jealousy, or wanting attention, Abbacchio could give less of a shit about trivial things like that.
No, he just genuinely hated him.
Walking down the hall, Abbacchio’s face twisted into a nasty scowl at the mere thought of that golden brat.
At least I get the house to myself for a couple of hours - I couldn’t stand another minute of that drab party. I’ll have some wine and pass out, probably.
Or that was his plan until he heard rustling from Bucciarati’s bedroom.
Abbacchio immediately went on guard, his body tensing as his movements came to a slow.
Carefully, Abbacchio tiptoed his way towards the bedroom door, left ever so slightly open.
He listened first, keeping his back firmly pressed against the wall.
Clothes moving, is it a thief? Someone trying to steal important documents—
“Ah, Bucciarati…”
Abbacchio’s thoughts froze, and he swore that his heart did as well. For a moment, he was blank.
”B-Bucciarati…”
He was anything but a virgin; even if he was, anyone with a brain and slight comprehension of sex would realize those were moans of pleasure.
Not just moans, but also whines and tiny squeals.
Bucciarati’s still at the event with the others, there’s no way he could’ve come home before me and without the rest of them. Plus, I only near one person.
And Abbacchio knew exactly who it was.
It was the process of elimination, really. That and Giorno having a stupidly distinctive voice.
Abbacchio burst in, slamming the door against the wall on purpose to startle the boy.
Oh, what a sight it was, on the other side where Giorno had displayed for him.
His neat little braid and three delicate blond curls were mostly undone, if not fully, messily scattered across Bucciarati’s bedsheets and his sweaty neck.
Giorno’s pink outfit was unzipped, both the bottom and top almost all the way off, leaving an erotic view of half his smooth chest and thighs. There was a a cute blush over his cheeks, and his hand wrapped tightly around his cock.
Immediately, Giorno shot up, nearly tripping due to his clothes.
“A-Abbacchio, were you not a the event with Bucciarati and the others?”
Giorno’s head was down, he spoke casually as if Abbacchio hadn’t walked in on him masturbating on their capo’s bed.
”I left early.”
Giorno wasn’t invited, being too new to the gang. He didn’t seem too upset, or upset at all, stating that he’d go back to his dorm for the rest of the day.
”Thought you were going back to your dorm?” Abbacchio began to walk towards him.
The boy was still putting his clothes back on, holding the tip of his jacket between his teeth to lift it as he did his buckle.
”I…”
Abbacchio didn’t let him answer, he put his hand over Giorno’s before he could zip up his jacket.
Being over six feet tall, Abbacchio towered over him easily. Even their hands, Abbacchio’s long and bony, almost sickly whilst Giorno’s was slender yet plush, small and dainty.
I can hold both of his hands with one of mine. Abbacchio’s eyes went from his hand to his eyes.
The look Giorno gave him infuriated him.
Despite the vulnerable scenario he’d been put in, despite being half naked, Giorno still retained that nonchalant grace. His green eyes were as stoic as they always were, beautiful yet stoic.
Not a shred of worry, not an inkling of fear.
Abbacchio clutched his hands tight, something Giorno didn’t even flinch at.
”What will you do now? Now that you’ve seen.”
”I wonder.”
Abbacchio looked at Giorno up and down.
Even if Giorno remained calm, Abbacchio still had the upper hand here.
The upper hand…
An evil idea formed in his head, evil even for him.
”Suck my cock, Giovanna.”
The request clearly caught Giorno off guard, his eyes widened for a moment.
”Excuse me?”
“Suck my cock. Since you’re so hellbent on being a little slut, get on your knees and act like one.”
Giorno tried to free himself, but in terms of raw, physical strength - Abbacchio won.
He summoned Gold Experience, something Abbacchio tutted at as he summoned his own stand.
Now, Moody Blues truly stood no chance against Gold Experience, that much was a no brainer. However Abbacchio didn’t summon it to fight, no he instead replayed the scene from just a few seconds ago.
It was an identical copy of Giorno, his teeth clenched and body twitching, pumping his cock as he murmured Bucciarati’s name.
Abbacchio had to admit this was attractive - I mean, the kid was a damn doll in terms of looks.
However, what was more attractive was how Giorno’s face slightly, just ever so slightly fell and he looked away as Gold Experience disappeared.
”I expected you to be more cautious, Giovanna. Or at least not fucking stupid.” Abbacchio spat, feeling pride at bow Giorno didn’t respond.
He put away Moody Blues the placed his hands on Giorno’s thin shoulders, glancing at that milky soft skin and toned stomach. Though Giorno had muscle, his feminine features such as his ridiculously small waist and long, thin torso retained his elegance.
Abbacchio shoved Giorno down onto his knees, rough on purpose to hopefully bruise them.
”You a virgin?”
Giorno nodded slowly, not daring to look at his crotch.
”Good.” Ababcchio unzipped his pants, letting them fall round his ankles and pulled his hard cock out.
Now, Giorno couldn’t possibly ignore it. He carefully turned his head to be face to face with Abbacchio’s length.
Ababcchio prided himself on having a big dick, both long and thick.
A visible gulp fled down Giorno’s throat, his hands trembling up then grabbing his cock with a frown, biting his lip and refusing to look at it again.
With as much skill as a toddler, Giorno stroked Abbaccbio’s cock with both hands, so slow he could barely even feel anything.
”I told you to give me a blowjob, not a shitty excuse for a fucking handjob.”
Abbacchio smacked Giorno’s hands away and instead grabbed a handful of his long hair, twisting it around his fist then pulling it back harshly.
He grabbed his cock, placing his tip against Giorno’s soft lips.
It was parted ever so slightly, his tip barely even touching the boy’s teeth yet Abbacchio bit back a groan at this alone.
Giorno had a cute little face; well, more pretty and at times, majestic than anything but still cute. Being fifteen years young and blessed with that gorgeous a face, it was impossible to not be cute.
Abbacchio slid his thumb down Giorno’s lips, parting it and putting more of his cock in.
He wasn’t even halfway in before Abbacchuo just thrust everything in.
Giorno’s eyes went wide, a violent gag coming from his tiny little throat as the entirely of Abbaccbio’s huge cock was shoved in ruthlessly all at once.
The hard grip Abbacchio had on Giorno’s strained hair made it easy for him to use him like a damn toy.
In and out Giorno’s head went, his cock hitting the back of his throat then back out to his lips only to go back in again a second later without break.
The look was just priceless, Abbacchio just wished he had brought a camera to capture it.
Giorno, the green eyed angel had his mouth stretched open to its absolute limits as saliva dribbled down his aching jaw, eyes wide and eyebrows upturned with worry, perhaps even fear.
Tears rolled down his rosy cheeks, but they meant nothing. They were involuntary, Abbaccbio knew if wasn’t this easy to break Giorno.
Even so, he was enjoying this thoroughly.
The expression was hot enough to begin with, but the gagging and choking sounds mixed with the mumbled pleas made the whole experience unbelievable.
This enjoyment was cut abruptly short, however, when Abbacchio felt a sudden sting of pain across his face and he was forced to get back.
The punch, attack, whatever it was had hit him hard, hard enough to draw blood.
Abbacchio looked to see and hear Giorno, violently hacking as if he had some horrible illness, crumbled on the ground with his hair and clothes a disheveled mess.
Beside him was Gold Experience.
Just like his tears, this was probably involuntary, a reflex as Gorno was in a panic inducing situation.
Even so, Abbacchio was furious - no, more than that.
This was finally the moment where he could use Giorno as he pleased, put him in his place, break him.
Abbacchio grabbed Giorno up by his hair, the boy still recovering from the assault to his throat.
He threw him onto the bed, Giorno still coughing, eyes bloodshot and voice scratchy.
”Abbacchio, I didn’t mean—“
Abbachcio punched him across the face, ten times harder then Gold Experience.
Blood came from Giorno’s delicate little nose, joining the sweat and tears already smeared across his pretty face.
There was a red and slightly purple mark from where Abbacchio had struck, Giorno held it tight as he tried to stop the bleeding.
Abbacchio let him do that as he unbuckled Giorno’s pants.
This caught him off guard, “What are you doing?”
”You really thought I’d settle with just a mediocre blowjob, brat?”
Abbacchio could see the moment where the panic settled in his bloodshot, teary eyes.
“I’m only fifteen.”
”So you are.” Abbacchio pulled his underwear down.
Giorno slid up the bed, “I can blow you again.” It was a plea.
“I’d rather fuck you.”
Giorno gulped, seeming to rack his pretty little brain for a solution. Abbacchio loved to watch his smartass fail to get his way in a situation like this. He had all the power here.
“Please, I… I can…”
Abbacchio grabbed his face, “The only thing you can offer me now is your virginity, Giovanna.” He said before slapping him, hard.
The unexpected and brutal slap sent Giorno flying down into the sheets, Abbacchio grabbed his skinny legs and pulled him forward so that his ass was against his pelvis.
Abbacchio took his still erect cock and placed it atop Giorno’s stomach.
”This is how deep it’ll go inside your body.”
The gravity of the situation fully settled, Giorno was starting to get a little panicked.
”Condom,” He pleaded one last time. “Lube?”
I’m surprised he even knows what that is, Abbacchio spar on his hand. “Lube.”
”How about a condom?”
He snorted, “Are you a girl?” Though, even if he was, Abbacchio still wouldn’t use one.
Abbacchio truly did the bare minimum, probably less to prep Giorno, especially since he was both a teen and a virgin.
”Wait.”
Abbacchio was done, now his tip was slowly being buried inside his hastily prepared ass.
”Please, hold on.”
Just like his throat, Abbacchio barely got a few inches in before he shoved everything inside mercilessly.
”Abbacchio— aah—!”
Giorno screamed. No, he fucking shrieked at the top of his lungs.
That truly caught Abbacchio off guard, to hear cool and collected Giorno shriek bloody murder.
Abbacchio stayed buried inside Giorno, just watching him twitch like an insect as his tiny body tried to adjust to Abbacchio’s cock, forcefully shoved in.
Tears, real tears fell from Giorno’s pretty eyes as he tried to cover them up with his palms.
Hiccups escaped him, so did moans of pure pain, twitching, writhing, he acted like a normal human would.
Gone was this nonchalant brat; under Abbacchio, his virgin ass stuffed full with cock, Giorno Giovanna was nothing but a fifteen-year-old kid.
He looked down to see blood dripping from where Abbacchio had effectively torn, he smirked.
When he moved, Abbacchio shared no inkling of mercy on Giorno’s abused body.
The grip Abbacchio had on Giorno’s jolting hips were enough to leave marks like burns; he pushed his cock all the way out then shoved it back in at once to see the way Giorno’s body would violently twitch and hear that hoarse voice scream again.
Giorno’s little fists were gripping the sheets behind him, back flat against the bed.
He tried many times to hide that lovely crying face of his, filled with so many tears be began to choke on them a little. Yet each time he fried, Abbacchio forced it back before reprimanding the boy via a slap.
”A-Abbacchio, stop, please, my body… it-it can’t take it!” Giorno’s voice broke towards the end, so desperate for it to stop.
He ignored this wholly, ignored the tears and constant screams, yelps, moans, and groans of nothing but pure pain.
”I feel like I’m being ripped apart, please…”
”Hnngh, please… please— ah! No!”
”No, no, not again, please!”
”I-I need to rest, let me rest, I’m begging you! No, no, please don’t put it in again—!”
”Please…”
It was their third round, now Giorno was agains the wall.
His body was somewhat limp, though it was so light that Abbacchio barely noticed.
Abbacchio left marks everywhere. Hickeys across his neck and shoulders, bite marks mixed in as well, and a good amount of bruises where he had been struck several times.
Most of the time, Abbacchio had no reason for hitting him, he just wanted to see more blood pour, to put him through hell again.
Speaking of, the dried blood stains were most plentiful - smeared across his face, neck, torso, and both inner and outer thighs.
Giorno hiccupped, his mouth wide open and sobbing uncontrollably.
”Please, isn’t this enough? I-I can’t anymore, I’ll do anything, just stop, please…” He cried into his shoulder.
”Anything?”
”Anything.”
“Then, shut up and take it.”