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My Vanilla. My sweet Vanilla…
Dio thought these words for the past week. When he woke up at nighttime. When he fell asleep as the sun rose. Even now, on his bed as he drank the last of the blood from his wine glass. He kept the rim against his blood-stained lips when he imagined what his trusty Vanilla Ice would do if he called him that.
Oh, but the great Lord Dio had no one to trust now, can he? He betrayed his adoptive father and his brother, the last family he had. It was a century ago but the weight of his loneliness was not lost on him. And it never will be.
He set the glass down at his bedside table, voice low as he let out a Hmm of thought. No other agent of his has been as trustworthy as Vanilla Ice. (Other than N’Doul but he was a bit too far from being Dio’s right hand man).
That's when a plan started to form. His chilly skin had formed goosebumps, his idea coming out in different ways to give him some leverage. Dio thought Vanilla Ice was loyal enough. It's more than working for Dio, Vanilla really was the most centered agent of his affection.
Vanilla Ice stood out of the chamber door, eyes on the floor as he waited for Lord Dio to return. He had ordered to wait for his Lord’s arrival. And, as five minutes turned into twenty, Vanilla started to grow worried. Of course, Dio could take care of himself. There’s nothing that would really hurt him… Unless-
“Vanilla Ice! There you are,”
Dio’s silky voice grew louder as he stepped close to Vanilla Ice, out from the shadows.
Vanilla’s neck nearly snapped as he turned to look at his Lord, long hair waving behind him. He bent and kneeled on a single knee, showing his dedication… and unintentionally his strong and muscular legs. Dio swallowed as Vanilla didn't had his eyes on his lord just yet. The vampire glanced a bit higher, the long hair framing arms just as strong but also a chest Dio would like to just…caress.
Oh but it's so much more than Vanilla's physique. Vanilla, sweet as the real thing and so caring. So much of his dedication for Lord Dio is more than simple loyalty. Dio knew. He needed to know.
Oh, sweet Vanilla wouldn't you just look-
“My Lord?”
Vanilla's concerned voice broke his thoughts, his hands tight against the honey-colored wrap he had around his big (and stolen) form. He only wore this in hopes of Vanilla catching a drift… So Vanilla will know of his intention. But his demeanor started to falter. Cool and collected Dio, starting to slip over his right hand man!
Oh but what a man...
“Dear Vanilla I request you listen as I disclose our new step forward,”
Vanilla stared at him in concern but nodded. When he stood to unlock Dio’s chamber, the man felt his Lord brush his hand against his meaty thigh. Oh but it was an accident, wasn’t it Vanilla? Dio really was just in a hurry to discus further action-
“My Vanilla”
The air changed in the chamber as soon as Vanilla locked the door behind him and Dio said his name in that tone. It wasn’t like Dio said it mockingly, or to just get his attention. No. Vanilla felt his cheeks burn at the way Dio called out to him. Not professional but what can a man do? He cleared his throat.
“Yes, Lord Dio?”
The vampire tsk-ed. “Enough with the formalities, Vanilla…”
Dio sat in his chair by the mirror, the wrap loose around his shoulders, revealing no shirt. And now that Vanilla looked, or rather glanced quickly, whatever amount of leg the wrap had not covered was also bare. Oh my f-
“Come closer, sweet Vanilla. I have a question to ask of you,”
That might have been one of the only times the Vanilla could not move and act on Dio’s orders. To be fair, ever since he had been recruited by Dio, he had fallen for him and hard. How many times did Vanilla dream dreams where Dio was just there? Or dreams that were more erotic? Or nights where he quietly came into his own hand since he got so hard at the simple thought of Dio touching him?
“Vanilla Ice?”
The man looked at the vampire, his throat suddenly dry.
“My Lo- Dio,” he bowed, his hair cascading down his shoulders.
“Vanilla, I came here to confess. Why would my right hand be so formal with me in a moment of …vulnerability,”
Vanilla Ice looked at him confused, straightening up from his bow.
“I am vulnerable to you, my sweet Vanilla,”
Vanilla Ice felt his voice suddenly lost.
“Dio-“
The vampire waved him over. Vanilla walked carefully, worried that he had done something wrong. Dio, the whole time, stared at his legs and thighs. Vanilla then noticed that and felt his cheeks burn.
Dio took Vanilla’s hand in his own, and started to speak.
“My dear. You have been with me for a long time. All of this period you stood by my side. Perfect and orderly. Oh,” Dio squeezed his hands gently to emphasize his point, “It’s difficult for someone like me to be honest - but I must. I want to tell you now before I change my mind. Vanilla Ice, I have fallen so, very hard for you. My trusted companion…”
Vanilla Ice had to blink a while. He was in thought, his head fuzzy from his Lord’s confession.
“Vanilla?” Dio caressed his tan arm with a pale hand, his fingernails lightly scraped against it.
“M-Dio. Dio. Is this true?”
Dio nodded, sitting up. This unintentionally led to the wrap around Dio fall to his waist. A pale thigh slightly exposed in the dim room. Vanilla glanced at it quickly but then his mouth started to salivate.
“Oh, but I am. Honest and true, Vanilla. No other person has made me so smitten as you have made me,” Dio kissed his wrist, “Yes lust has led me to bed many people, but you - you are the first person I have fallen in love with-“
“Dio,” Vanilla stopped him, “I am not worthy of your affection. I can’t-“ He had to stop, he did not want to cry in front of the Great Dio.
“Oh, Vanilla… This is why I have fallen for you. So humble with me. So caring…” Dio breathed against his wrist now, Vanilla watched him as his breath was quickened. Oh shit, yeah this is something he wanted to a long time. But was he worthy of it?
“I came-“ Dio kissed his wrist, “-here with you-“, a kiss on his forearm, “-to ask if you would be agreeable to let me service you,”
Vanilla’s head nearly exploded. No fucking way this was reality. This had to be the most realistic wet dream he ever had of Dio.
“Dio. Please. I can’t believe this is real…”
“You don’t have to agree with me. Only know when you’re ready, if you ever are, I am here to give you love. My sweet…”
Vanilla could not imagine Dio taking care of him. But here it is -
Use the chance or lose it, I guess.
“Dio, what about your pleasure-“
Dio stopped him, waving his hands to shut him up. Vanilla pipped down, his eyes half-lidded and staring at the floor. Dio spoke up, his voice kinder and sincere.
“You stay up all night and do who-knows-what for me… I simply want to repay you,”
Dio stood, his wrap somehow still around his body. Nothing was holding on to it.
“Let me love you, my sweet Vanilla. Lay with me?”
Vanilla breathed in and walked to Dio’s huge bed. He felt Dio climb in the bed with him and stared at his form, but primarily his face.
“My sweet…” He took a lock of Vanilla’s hair and circled it around his finger. “Do you think that it would reasonable to imagine The World and Cream together like this?”
Vanilla’s face burned as he tried to find the right words to explain that he did agree.
“I do believe so, Dio. Our stands are also a part of us-“
“-and they will feel it when I make love with you. Hm. My sweet, I will ask of you to tell me when you prefer me not to do something. I will do that same. Agreed?”
Vanilla Ice felt his heart swell and the reality of this finally hit him.
“My Lord Dio, I have always dreamed of serving you, I love you dearly,”
Dio smiled, not malicious or angry. It was a genuine and heartfelt smile. Rare for anyone to see.
“I want to prove you wrong. I will service you. You pay me no mind, yet. Now. Spread your legs for me, Vanilla,”
Oh.
That little command shot straight to Vanilla Ice’s cock and felt himself get hard. His mind didn’t register what was going on, lustwise. He was too focused on the part of Dio while he opened his heart to him.
Vanilla did part his legs, his hardness straining against the material of the leotard. His face turned bright red when he saw Dio lick his teeth and tightly gripped his hands onto Vanilla’s inner thighs. He almost came at the view of Dio alone.
“Vanilla…”
“Dio?”
“I think we have a problem. If I was to service you, my teeth would be an obstacle-“
“I don’t care,”
Dio paused, “What?”
Vanilla felt like he needed to breathe from Dio’s words alone, “I trust you. I’m sure it will not be a problem,”
Dio laughed wholeheartedly at his love’s honesty. He didn’t stop until he was between Vanilla’s legs. He kissed the skin there and pulled the front of the leotard to the side.
“Oh, Hello,” Dio cooed as Vanilla’s cock sprung out.
“D-Dio, my apologies-“
“What are you so sorry for? Please. It just means I’m doing a good job…”
Dio licked Vanilla’s cock, the precum pooling on his tongue.
Vanilla could only wheeze.
His dream come true! It was so much-
“Agh. Vanilla,” Dio groaned against the former’s twitching cock. He took it in his mouth, mindful of his sharp teeth. He could only moan around it as Vanilla started to whimper.
“Dio. Dio. It’s too much. I won’t be long, m-my apologies-“
Dio could only smile around Vanilla, green lipstick smudged around his face and on his lover’s cock. He looked at Vanilla through light colored eyelashes.
Oh, Vanilla did not last.
Dio’s love started to pant and repeat his name. That was the vampire’s warning because not a second later did he cum in Dio’s mouth.
Dio could only grunt, waiting for Vanilla Ice to finish his release. It felt like so much but Dio didn’t mind. He only continued to take him, suck him until Vanilla could literally no longer cum. He kept the release in his mouth, wiping the rest on his face and inadvertently smudging more of his lipstick.
He slipped the wrap off his legs, his own hardness ignored as he climbed next to his sweet Vanilla Ice.
He smiled, “Vanilla?” He showed Vanilla his own cum in his mouth when the latter turned, then finally swallowed.
Vanilla only wheezed.
“So eager for your Dio, hm?” He finally kissed briefly his lips, though not sure if Vanilla would liked it if he could taste himself in his Lord’s mouth. That would have to wait. “I could do so much more for you but I believe you need to res-“
“My Dio,”
The vampire felt his own face warm up at Vanilla’s intimate tone. His love continued to speak
“Let me help you. Please?”