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To all accounts Dio Brando was often hailed as the perfect son, devoid of any faults and an ardent supporter for philanthropy. Though adopted into the family as a young lad, he was considered and treated as a Joestar by blood. Conscientious and humble, especially given his rough upbringing, who represented his family with honour and pride.
But all of those assumptions could not be further from the truth of who he really was. Because inside, he was a conniving, callous and sly human being, unfit to even own a soul. Fuelled by the bitterness and simmering rage beneath his composed exterior, the very epitome of spite, the intimate lover of disgust and loathing.
Unfortunately, the main subject and victim of his cruelty was his brother, by name alone, Jonathan Joestar. He delighted in watching that man suffer, the misery that he bestowed upon him alone was more satisfying. Borderline arousing even. It was his sole purpose ruin that pompous rich-boys life and teach him the true harshness of real life.
He had succeeded in turning his own father against him. Put a drastic stop to his pathetic blossoming romance with that bumpkin girl. Twisted the Joestar family’s domestic servants perceptions of the darling, once-beloved Jonathan. It was all too easy.
Of course, the easiest and first targets that he had won over to his side was young Jonathan’s friends. Most of had been corrupted almost immediately by Dio’s own doing. Even at such a young age, his powers of manipulation and deceit were admirable to even the most righteous of man. So it was no difficult feat for a young boy to come in, flaunt his talents at boxing and impress Jonathan’s friends from the get-go. So much so that they became all but devoted thralls, eager to please their new friend and willing to completely exclude their old friend in hopes of further gaining favour. And while to be fair children were not the most difficult to influence, it was still impressive how easily Dio’s methods succeeded.
It made him feel powerful. Drunk on the overwhelmingly beautiful sensation of complete and steadfast power. He would feel so incredibly formidable in a way that he had only dreamed of experiencing when he was a boy. Back when he was a child victim of poor circumstances that he was forced to survive in, through absolute poverty, squalor and abuse. In such nights where his cheek flared and throbbed in excruciating pain from his fathers back hand and he lay resisting the urge to cry to avoid yet another beating. It was a dream to hold such power in his own hands, an absolute fantasy to indulge in gluttonously as a young boy. Turning those doting friends of Jonathan’s into loyal followers of Dio was nothing short of a thrill.
But what else remained that brought even a semblance of happiness to Jonathans life? What was something else that Dio could take advantage of? To break him further and watch with a malicious grin of unadulterated, amoral joy. Unearthing the sick, perverted streak of sadism deep inside to bring about an ecstasy that sex and drugs could only lust after for the potency of its high. He had, for years, dominated every sector of Jonathan’s life, carefully controlled and puppeted every influential figure in his life to his own mandate. But life in frequent years was, frankly, quite boring now that acting the part of a dutiful Joestar was a requirement for his future plans to succeed.
In recent years, he had to adapt as to not stand out too resentful and cruel as the pair of them grew up. If he had continued to carry out the torment he once did as a child there was no way he would be able to get away with it like he used to. So he was forced to play the long game acting like he was best friends with Jonathan. It allowed for him to safely keep control over every part of that boys life as an inside agent as opposed to an enemy. What’s more, the poor fool had no inclination of Dio’s deceit and the grasp he had over every part of his life. Dio was the subtle devil on his shoulder, the patron manipulating his every thought, desire and action for his own bidding.
It was all working swimmingly for about 8 years. Until he realised there was a newly discovered loose thread in his perfectly woven web. Or rather, very recently, there was a new friend of his that he had become very close with. A boy around their age, a member of their Rugby team, called Henry. Tanned complexion, fair, short mousey hair and a friendly smile that rivalled Jonathan’s own. The two of them had became close friends, they were practically inseparable.
Why did he insist on keeping Jonathan away from Dio? Jonathan was his. JoJo was his toy to play with. He was his to torment, to make cry, to ruin every outstanding relationship he had in order to keep him close. Dio was to be the only person Jonathan could have any semblance of closeness to. No one was to take him away from Dio, not after all this tiresome work years in the making. He owned Jonathan.
This would not stand. Dio was sure to remedy that situation. Naturally, he had to ruin their relationship somehow.
But the question remained, how could he possibly turn him against the gentle giant? Acts of childish, petty play wouldn’t work, nor would his usual manipulative tactics to spout falsities and lies designed to fester their opinion of Jonathans true self. They were too friendly for that to work. He had to get creative here, as to avoid arousing suspicion from both his target and anyone else.
So he began to observe and scrutinise his little friends every move, Dio’s mind scheming and planning in the making. He would infiltrate their little play dates, sit down with them outside as they spoke in the evenings. Watching Henry carefully, making mental checklists of every behavioural pattern the boy unconsciously carried out.
That was when he noticed that this boy was different from the others… he stared just a little too longingly in his direction. When he was there, supposedly to spend time with Jonathan, his attention was entirely focused upon the blonde instead of his dear friend. This behaviour only continued, even stretching as far as him instigating brief conversations with Dio when he was occupied elsewhere trying to enjoy some alone time in the mansions library. Dio, to be quite truthful, found it incredibly annoying to begin, a grown man acting like a lost puppy at his heels begging for praise and attention, perhaps even ownership.
But it wasn’t until the two of them were alone in the showers after a particularly gruelling game of Rugby that he finally realised. Dio stood underneath the warm water, sighing contently as the water washed over his body cleaning him of the mud that stained his body from numerous tackles. Within the corner of his eye, however, he felt a pair of eyes watching him intently. Subtly, Dio gazed towards the direction of Henry and what he saw almost shocked him.
The boy was staring at Dio’s naked form. Completely obtuse to the fact he was so openly seizing him up where Dio, anyone else for that matter, could see him. An evident deep blush spread across his cheeks, his lips parted slightly, teeth grazing against his bottom lip. His eyes continued to drink in the sight of Dio’s gorgeous body. The very tips of his ears as red as his flushed features, unable to look away from his magnificence.
Just before the boy realised his mistake and abruptly pulled himself away from the shower, Dio’s eyes glanced down and he smirked. What a delicious sight to behold, Henry’s cock half-erect from the mere sight of Dio’s nudity alone.
Ah… so he was like that was he?
It was a surprise that he hadn’t been caught out earlier for his more than obvious perverted glances and pathetic oogling. Dio too had experimented and enjoyed the company of both sexes and continued to do so purely for carnal reasons still. But he was smart and knew who and when was appropriate to indulge in such desires, lest he get caught and promptly (best case scenario) disowned. Same-sex partnerships were strictly prohibited and frowned upon, taught in church how abominable of a sin it was to indulge. That didn’t stop Dio’s own cock getting thrust deep into the throats of both men and women, tasting the salty release of a man’s seed, the eye-fluttering, blissful, pleasurable act of sodomy.
Not to mention, it was incredible easy to exploit one’s desire. Perhaps what priests said about lust was correct after all. Humans lost their sense of dignity and self-respect for a chance of experiencing temporary ecstasy with someone, and with Dio, that phenomenon was only heightened. Dio knew how irresistible he was and, If he so desired, he could have anyone he wanted. Capable of seducing anyone and collecting orgasms like his own valuable currency.
He fucked them, he used them and he took everything from them. Deflowered virtuous women to leave his permanent stain inside them, penetrated pure, untouched men as they whined ever so sweetly into the pillows. Claiming them all with his sublime cock, breaching their bodies, gripping their throats, everything was meticulously controlled just as he wanted. They could not even orgasm without his consent, submissively awaiting his approval, his command, and if they misbehaved one too many times they were not given permission.
His conquests would obediently fall to their knees for just a small taste of the blonde. They would subject themselves to his degrading words, would willingly humiliate themselves, just to experience a glimpse of his expert touch. They would service and please Dio until he discarded them like old toys, never to bed more than once, and they would beg for more, desperate to yet again experience heaven by his doing only. Never fully satisfied, embarrassing themselves in the process while Dio rejected their advances. That was how he liked it.
Yes, sex was a valuable tool in Dio’s arsenal for manipulation. This Henry could be just as easily exploited. Dio had more than enough experience to use to his advantage. That boy will soon be whimpering his name and begging for his nightly company.
Jonathan would soon be his alone once again.
So began the long-game.
It started simple enough, Dio made the effort to join the pair of them in every conversation whenever he was in his presence. Though Jonathan seemed to be unhappy with this arrangement, given that Henry was very easy to capture the attention of. He never did learn to share, part of growing up as an only child Dio guessed. Though Jonathan mustn’t have minded all too much, given Dio was on his best behaviour when around his friend, so it meant for just a few hours Dio was no longer being cold towards him. Even going as far as to acting strangely kind and nice. Of course, Jonathan wasn’t smart enough to realise that Dio was doing this for his own favours and that acting his usual snarky ways with Jonathan would only hinder his goals. As It also meant that every time Jonathan no doubt complained to his friend about something Dio, that it made him appear the liar when their only experience was his “Golden Boy” persona. That was an easy method that he had implemented in winning over the staff and his own father all those years back, and still seemed to work to a fault.
Then he would make the efforts talking to him alone whenever he had the chance. He made him laugh, which only strengthened the feelings of arousal that coursed through Henrys veins. He made him blush, which was incredibly easy, a mere half-lidded look was enough to make his cheeks burn with a red tinge. Though, It was always much more satisfying when he noticed Jonathan looking longingly over at the pair of them. Jealous of Dio taking the attention of his friend away from him.
Maybe, just maybe, deep down he was jealous of Dio’s attention being on someone else other than him.
Tonight, all three of them were sit around outside their university dormitories, the vibrant colours of a dwindling sunset the backdrop for their wine-drinking and conversation.
Eye contact was an integral and key part of his plan. Henry got so incredibly flustered when Dio’s amber eyes stayed locked onto his. When he smiled at him, the boy practically combusted into a heat that rivalled the very hellfires Dio was born from. Exceedingly tantalised with each well thought out movement and action from Dio, all carefully carried out to further entice this man before him. He brought the wine glass to his lips, keeping contact with the boy as he took a gulp.
The flavour swirled around his mouth and coated his tongue. Rich, full-bodied, heavy and lingering. His favourite type of red.
“Delicious.” Dio muttered, his voice quiet enough to make it seem like he was talking just to himself. But he knew Henry was listening and watching, so he brought it back up to his lips, letting out the most subtle hummed moan as he slowly drank more of the crimson liquid. Pulling the glass away from his lips with an exaggerated sigh. Purposely letting a small amount trickle free from the corner of his lips before bringing the index finger of his left hand to catch it before it dropped off his chin. Running the finger slowly back up to his lips before wrapping them around the tip of his finger, circling his tongue around, sucking that droplet. He removed his finger from his mouth and licked his lips seductively for added measure. Eye contact kept through the entire scene. The insinuation would not be lost on the boy.
Dio clocked the moment that Henry shuffled awkwardly in his seat and changed his sitting position so that one leg was covering his groin.
God this was almost too easy.
“What do you think Dio?” Jonathan’s voice was all too suddenly loud and grating in his ear as he was forcibly summoned into a conversation he wasn’t paying attention to. Too busy thinking about every move he was making to follow his plan.
Dio tilted his head, perching one leg delicately over the other. Taking another demure sip before raising an eyebrow. “Sorry JoJo I was miles away for a moment. What was it you were asking me?”
“Well Henry and I thought that it would be a rather marvellous idea if he were to perhaps stay over for a night or two while father is away on his business trip.” Jonathan beamed.
Ugh that disgusting smile.
How humorous it was that Dio was sat here silently seducing his friend while Jonathan was trying to arrange a childish sleepover. It was almost pathetic how infantile he was. The complete opposite to Dio in every single way. Jonathan was naive, innocent and easily misled, Dio was sophisticated, intelligent and a master at being a ringleader. Jonathan truly was a pitiful soul. Dio couldn’t help but feel so incredibly frustrated every time they made eye contact. He just wanted to vent his anger out at the boy, grab him close against Dio by the scruff of his neck or the back of his messy but soft hair, lashing out at Jonathan with claws, with teeth-
No. No now wasn’t the time for this train of thought. Henry… Henry was the target not Jonathan. No use in fantasising about torturing that poor lad through means that he couldn’t carry out. He had this plan instead. Use and turn the friend against him.
Hold on… if he stayed over then that could make his plans easier to enact. This was perfect.
“I think that’s a fantastic idea JoJo.” Dio says with a smile, his gaze moving from Jonathan to Henry. “I can’t see why father wouldn’t allow it. The mansion is large enough with plenty of spare bedrooms.” Dio ran his eyes up and down Henry’s body, quick enough that Jonathan would miss the glance, but obvious enough that Henry wouldn’t.
Dio purred. “I think, it would be a most enjoyable night or two if you would stay.”
Henry looked away hastily, attempting to mask his growing desire with a strained cough.
True to his word, not long after that evening plans were put in place for him to stay for a few nights. Jonathan was as giddy as a child on a sugar rush when George agreed to the idea. After all, Jonathan had lost most of his friendships throughout his younger years as a result of Dio, so the prospect of having a belated juvenile sleepover with his friend was beyond exciting for him.
Little did he realise that Dio also had plans for his little friend.