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The eighteenth birthday of an heir to a title and a fortune was quite an occasion indeed. There was a party, with gifts, and food, and a great deal of drinking and clapping Jonathan on the shoulder. "What a joyous celebration, my only son coming of age!" His father had exclaimed, passing around cigars and brandy. Jonathan took neither. While he was glad for the sentiment, he did not feel as if living to eighteen was a particularly big accomplishment, especially when as a noble he had everything he could ever want - a large house, a dog, his father's love, and of course more money than he knew what to do with. He would go on to inherit the family fortune, and his children would carry on the line for him.
It all seemed more exciting than it actually was. Jonathan would rather be away in foreign lands digging through the dirt for remains of civilizations long dead. But of course, there was no forsaking his family, and no forsaking his father. He would do his duty, even if he yearned for so much more.
"So, Jojo, how many girls have you given a green gown to this week?" Jonathan's school friend, Edmund had offered him a cookie from a tray he had snagged, knowing they were Jonathan's favorite and that he might have trouble getting away to grab some for himself. He had a cheeky smile on his face, and Jonathan knew he wasn't referring to an actual gown.
"Tumbling in the grass with a girl isn't something I've ever done. Or for that matter, tumbling anywhere." Jonathan took a cookie in each hand, eating one whole. Edmund however, was staring in outright shock.
"Jojo, have you truly never? Never ever?" By now, two other friends were gathering around, having smelled the pheromones on the conversation from across the room.
"No, I haven't." Jonathan spoke matter of factly, putting a hand over his mouth to attempt to cover the fact that it was full. "Don't gentlemen wait until they are married?"
At that point, the other two boy started to laugh, and Edmund looked aghast. "My dear Jonathan, what gentleman would wait until marriage? After all, how is he supposed to know what to do if he hasn't had practice?" With the serious look of a man determined, he placed a hand on Jonathan's shoulder and squeezed it hard. "We shall take care of this little matter lickity split. We were going carousing in London tomorrow evening anyway. I will show you where the best places are, you’ll get the most for your money. Or I should say mine! You can count it as part of your birthday present, mm?"
All Jonathan could do, his mouth still full of cookie, was nod and swallow hard. Arguments about this would get him no where in this situation, it would be best to just go with the flow of things, and see where they lead him.
~
It was not even seven yet and Edmund was already drunk. Jonathan, as per usual, had managed to stay mostly sober as the two visited club after club, places for the rich to bask in drink and music but be surrounded by only the best society had to offer. Jonathan could tell now as they wandered into another portion of the city that this was not the case here. He knew that there were high class, discrete courtesans within the city's wall. Most likely, if an older adult was the one leading him on this expedition, that is where they would have wound up.
Not this slightly dingy side of town, with women in garish colored gowns and even more garish make up hanging out of the doors, back lit by half melted candles, candles which could only be replaced if they brought in the money to do so.
The idea of paying for sex was difficult for Jonathan, and it was made even more difficult by the constant array of eyes trying to catch his own, giggles behind when he ignored, and occasionally, a cat call or two. Never had he felt more exposed in his life, and when he looked to Edmund for support, he turned around just in time to see him follow a girl into a nearby house.
“Have your fun, Jojo! I’ll find you later!” His slurred voice shouted at him with a half wave. Jonathan could only bite his lip, glad that he had plenty of money of his own to spend if he saw fit, as Edmund had long since forgotten about his birthday promise. Jonathan looked around, wondering if he might be able to find his way back on his own. He wasn’t even sure what direction they had come in at this point, and he stopped to look up at the sky in the vain hope that, like sailors of old, perhaps the stars could give him a clue to the direction he needed to walk in.
Before his eyes could hit the stars, they fell upon a long strand of blond hair.
Jonathan froze and stared. That hair was connected to a figure, cloaked in something white, most likely a silk robe, nothing like the gaudy outfits he had been seeing on the street. Also very much unlike the others he had seen tonight, her eyes looked up towards the sky, not down on the street for customers. In the moonlight, he caught a glimpse of their amber color, as well as a sadness and determination that they held. Then suddenly, they shifted and landed on him. He froze and stared, his blue orbs fixated and locked with the amber. For a moment he wondered if perhaps he knew this person, maybe he had met them before. But it did not take him long to banish that thought, there was no one he would know within the walls of any of these establishments, save perhaps for a customer or two, and if he had met anyone with those amber eyes, surely he would remember it. The moment passed, and she glowered at him, before disappearing from the small fire escape she had been standing on and back into her room.
Jonathan took off in the direction of the establishment’s front door. He did not stop until he was inside, and he was so out of breath, he did not have time to do much more than allow his jaw to drop at what he saw around him. Sitting on the bench to show their wares were several, while rather feminine looking ones, most assuredly male figures. An older woman in a long green velour robe, trimmed with gold tassel stepped up to Jonathan immediately, a smirk on her face.
"Here for a different flavor, eh, boy?" She asked in a haughty tone which Dio did not like. "Mine are all well mannered and know how to behave around a gentleman, I assure you. Do you have a type?"
"A type?" Jonathan replied dumbly, blinking his eyes.
"Do you like them lithe and slender like a ballerina? Or with more body mass? Perhaps manhood size is how you choose, or maybe you like pretty blue eyes like your own.."
Jonathan shook his head immediately, before he heard himself saying "Not blue eyes, amber. With long blond hair." Once it left his lips there was no taking it back, and the sly smile on her face told him that this old madam knew exactly who he was asking for.
"You came here for Dio, eh? He has had a busy night it seems. Blue, go upstairs and see that he is clean and ready." Blue, whose name must have come from the long silk scarf wrapped around his neck, scurried through the open sliding wood door behind him, the sound of fading footsteps up a set of stairs hitting Jonathan's heart one at a time. This was not happening. How was he in a male brothel?
No one else seemed to be phased by this save for Jonathan himself, and the Madam lead him into an office room. He had not really thought of a brothel as a business before, his mind always drifting to just how unfortunate all the poor wretches forced into it must be. But in essence that was what it was, and this Madame had the desk to prove it. A large book of carefully left accounts sat on the desk, a fountain pen in the holder to the side. There was also a stack of letters, the address written in a feminine hand to 'Dio Brando.' The name caught Jonathan's eye, and he quickly looked to the Madam, who placed another letter on the top, addressed to the same person, but this one, Jonathan noticed, written in a masculine hand. Before he could see anything else, the letters were swept away into a desk drawer and shut.
"You will find me a very fair business woman, sir. I ask for payment in full, plus ten percent, as a deposit. This helps us both rest assured that my ladies and boys are coming to you in prime condition, and in that condition they shall be left." She pursed her lips together and opened her book, naming a sum. Jonathan, as if in a haze, nodded and paid, which seemed to please the woman to not have an argument on her hands. "Right this way." Rising from her desk, she lead Jonathan up a flight of stairs. Dio's room was at the top, appearing to have been transformed from an attic. The door was unlocked from a key on Madam's belt, and she held the door open.
"Enjoy." She stated simply. Jonathan stepped inside, and the door was shut behind him. There would be no turning back.
The sight that greeted him on the bed made his heart leap in a way that told him he would have been insane to turn around. Dio, as he had been called was sitting on the bed, amber eyes meeting blue immediately and locking. His long blond hair was in a loose braid over his shoulders, falling over the long white silk dressing gown that covered his body, right down to his toes. It was almost difficult to tell if he was a man or a woman, his body lithe and pale, his hair long and full. But closer inspection of his facial features made it clear that he was male, if not a bit androgynous.
"Well, if it isn't the boy I caught staring at the window. I'm rather surprised to see you here." Dio did not move off the bed, though he lifted an ankle to cross it over the other, revealing the soft skin of his calf, shaved and smooth. Jonathan felt his face grow warm, and a stirring in his loins.
"I-I'm Jonathan." He stuttered. He had no idea how to approach any prostitute, let alone a male one. However, with the sum he was paying, did he really need to worry about the way things were done? Most likely those ways were uncomfortable and demeaning. He would make his own. "But everyone calls me Jojo." His voice was a bit firmer now, more sure of himself. "And you are Dio?"
"I am whoever you want me to be. If you came this far you must have paid by now." He stood and sauntered over to where Jonathan was standing by the door, raising a hand and stroking it lightly over his cheek. His movements were graceful and feline, his touch tender and his voice honey, but something in his eyes showed the sarcasm behind those words. It stirred something in Jonathan that he could not put a name on, but he knew he wanted to change that look.
"I just want you to be you right now. I'm ah...new to this, you see. A friend brought me here, got drunk, and left me for some girl." Jonathan lifted a hand to the back of his head and scratched the brown curls, chuckling. "But if I am going to do this, I suppose that you will be the one." Part of him wished to reach out and touch Dio's own hair. It looked so soft and the color of gold, and he was sure that a man who had paid for another was entitled, but he didn't. "You are very beautiful, as a man or a woman." Dio simply stared at him.
"You mean to tell me you have never been with another? Ever?" A light colored eyebrow was lifted, staring incredulously over at the burnet before him. A smirk crept over his face. "It is safe to say that I have never been bedded by a virgin before. So perhaps in some ways, we are both having a first time, eh, Jojo?" Dio lifted a hand to the side of Jonathan's face, caressing it gently for a moment, before pulling him in for a kiss. Jonathan's eyes widened and then promptly shut, feeling as if a jolt of lightning were passing through his entire body, from his mouth, through his spine, down to his toes.
When their lips finally parted, Jonathan’s eyes opened slightly, tenderness showing in the blue. Dio lightly pressed on his chest ,backing him into the bed. Jonathan opened his mouth to speak, but Dio placed a finger on his lips, so instead, he remained silent. That single finger ran down over his chin, trailed down his neck, his chest, and his belly, stopping at his belt. Jonathan had never seen a person undo a belt and trouser buttons as quickly as Dio did, and quicker still was he about pulling out his length, already growing in hardness.
From there, everything went slow.
Dio's mouth began to do the job that he had been paid to do, a service performed by hundreds of others just like him, men and women, on a daily basis through out this district. Jonathan's eyes first fixed on the ceiling, the wood planks that formed the attic slanting over head. But as the pleasure began to build, he closed his eyes tight, clenching them so hard that he began to see colors streaking across his eyelids. Dio's slick lips continued to move about his organ, seeming to instinctively know when to go faster, and when to go longer. Soon, Jonathan had reached the summit, and a swipe of Dio's tongue pushed him over the edge.
Jonathan's eyes opened wide and he saw stars as the light hit them.
For a few moments there was little moment from either of them. Jonathan was still letting the waves subside, and Dio remained on his knees, looking up at him. Finally, Jonathan could hear a gulp, and feel the brush of silk against his leg as Dio stood. The fabric soon fell from his shoulders and collapsed to the ground. Without missing a beat, Dio pulled himself to the mattress, getting on his hands and knees. His plush buttocks wiggled slightly in Jonathan's direction, and he looked over his shoulder.
"That was done in less than ten minutes." Dio stated in such a mechanical way that Jonathan was uncertain he heard him correctly. "Which means you have thirty minutes left to do as you please. There is oil in the drawer to your left, if you have never slept with a man before you should put some on your length to help ease the process." As an after thought, he added, "As that was your first, you should be able to recover rather quickly. If you hurry, you might be able to do it more than once, you know." He gave a firm nod, as if he had done his good deed for the day, letting a virgin know how best to penetrate.
Jonathan was staring. His cock was still hanging out, his pants had now made their way around his ankles, and he was being told to mount the beautiful blond creature in front of him, as if he were a prize horse being taken for a ride. And he wanted to, but -
"Would you turn around and face me, please?" The request took him by surprise, but the blond complied, shifting into a position that granted generous access between his thighs. Jonathan shook his head, and reached to cover Dio's hands with his own. The contrast of Dio's porcelain white skin and Jonathan's well tanned one was stark, even by candlelight.
"I...what you did with your mouth. Am I allowed to do that to you?"
"Allowed? Jojo, you are allowed to do with me whatever you like. It's not a matter of allow-aaah..."
A small sound left Dio's mouth as Jonathan's lips curled around the tip of his cock, sucking it lightly.
"Does that feel good?"
"Yes." Jonathan stared up at Dio, raising one eyebrow quizicly.
"Tell me if it doesn't." He continued as he had before, and Dio let out a moan, interrupted by a small cry.
"Your lips, it is better if you put them over your teeth." Jonathan took the suggestion, and Dio soon discovered that the man before him was gifted with quite the tongue. For a novice, this Jojo was not shy at all, perfectly willing to use what God had given him in ways that society would find shocking, were they to know.
These business transactions were not typically so focused on Dio's own pleasure, and Jonathan would soon find himself with a mouth full of his spend. The shock of it caused Jonathan's eyes to widen, and Dio hastily reached for a handkerchief from the bed stand. While his expression remained cool, there was a slight sense of urgency in his movements. If Madam found out...
"Don't worry." Jonathan lowered the handkerchief from his lips, balling it up and placing it off to the side, all shock and distaste gone from his expression. "I don't mind it. Though I am sure you have had more experienced lips on your body than mine." At that, Dio could not hold back a laugh.
"Ha! Jojo, you truly have never had any experience with brothels before, have you? Men who come here could care less about my own cock unless they happen to want it in their ass." Dio spoke very matter of factly as he lay back on the bed, spreading himself out so that his body was visible, very consciously showing off his 'wares'. "My own pleasure is of no consequence, unless it coincides with their pleasure."
"But where is the pleasure in that?" Jonathan asked in a tone so honest and naive, Dio was uncertain whether he should be impressed or laughing.
"No, I mean that. I suppose it does not apply to other men, but I could not imagine taking anyone, even a prostitute, without attempting to give some pleasure in return or make the experience enjoyable." Jonathan stretched out beside Dio, bringing their faces close together. Dio's long blond hair was draped over his shoulder, and his amber eyes met Jonathan's with a look of curiosity. Their lips met in a kiss, but only for a moment, as Jonathan trailed his over the nape of his neck, down over his collar bone, and in the valley between Dio's pectorals. Dio closed his eyes, enjoying the feel, when suddenly it abruptly stopped.
"This scar...it looks like it was painful." Jonathan ran a finger over the thick pink line, which curved slightly down into the left side of his stomach.
"It was." Dio frowned, this was a topic that he did not normally approach with customers. “But it was from a long time ago. Nothing to be concerned with now."
But Jonathan was concerned. Lips trailed and circled over the scar, paying it extra attention. Dio, while he enjoyed the touch, did not enjoy the fixation, and began to squirm slightly.
"Most customers do not pay much mind to my front. If I had known, I would have covered it up." Jonathan's mouth stopped mid kiss, and he lifted his head to look him eye to eye.
"I wouldn't want you to cover it up. I am very much enjoying your body the way that it is, thank you." His lips went back to work, moving over Dio's belly button and down to where a trail of blond hair began. Fingers reached and brushed over his hips, pulling himself up to straddle Dio's legs.
"You are beautiful."
"And you are a fool." Dio replied, body stirring beneath the touch in ways that were not a mere professional act. "You paid for a fuck, staring at my scars and feeling sorry for me will get you nothing extra-" A finger reached up and covered Dio's lips.
"Why are you here? If your mind is half as sharp as your tongue, which speaks like a noble, you would go far elsewhere. Why stay in a place like this?"
"Because it suits my needs. Now instead of filling this time with meaningless matter I will teach you how to screw missionary style. I am sure all your future lovers will thank me for it." Reaching for the jar of oil, he slathered a generous amount on Jonathan's cock, hand clasping around it and bringing it to a stand. His own legs were spread, and he snuck a dollop of oil on his own entrance. "With a lover you care for, you will want to be gentle and prepare them first, using your hands or mouth, whichever you prefer."
"Like this?" Jonathan asked as he smoothed the oil around the puckered entrance, and then slipped a finger inside. Dio gave a quiet hiss of approval, though he rolled his eyes.
"I said with a lover you care for, did I not? For your information, I prepped myself before your arrival."
"I care for y-" Before the works could leave Jonathan's lips, Dio covered Jonathan's mouth with a finger.
"Hush. Now, once your lover is good and prepared, spread your legs and hook them over your partner's thighs, like so." A quick demonstration had Jonathan and Dio closer than before, Dio's arms draped about his waist if only for the purpose of guidance, but their lower bodies were near joined, save for one important factor. Jonathan's eyes locked with Dio's, as he slowly slid his length inside.
"I am not a total fool, you know." A wry grin spread over his lips as he thrusted deeply inside. His eyes were fixated on Dio's, moving his hips slowly outward, and then back in, monitoring his partner's reactions as he did so. Dio felt himself ready to come undone, overwhelmed with the sensation of being filled up, without being overtaken by it. So rarely did he have time to remember that sex was not just an activity that brought him money, but also brought him pleasure, when it was done right.
Despite his inexperience, this boy, this..Jojo was doing it right. And not just right, but well.
Jonathan’s mouth formed an ‘o’ as he inhaled deep breaths and exhaled sighing moans. His large body seemed to melt around Dio's, something that was not common amongst the local men. Dio, though on the slender side, had impressively toned arms and legs, and an even more impressive height. It was helpful, no matter how aggressive his clients were, they could never overwhelm him with height. But Jojo could, and instead of detesting it, he found himself loving it, and the sound of his moans were music to his ears. It was enough so that for the second time in an hour, Dio Brando came, purely out of the satisfaction his patron provided.
The two continued on together for what could have been forever, but would have still been far too short. Then, with a loud cry, Jonathan's body did as nature intended, spilling his seed deep within Dio's body. His lips drew to Dio's forehead, kissing him lightly.
"This was a gift. Thank you for it." He whispered, and he stayed with his arms wrapped about the blond, not wishing to let go.
"It wasn't a gift. You paid for it." Dio replied, eyes averted from Jonathan’s. The burnet’s lips pursed together in a fierce frown, unhappy to be reminded of this unpleasant truth.
“I want you to remember me.” Jonathan finally spoke, wishing to avert the awkward silence. Dio quirked a brow, finding this customer ever the stranger with every breath he drew. “As you are my first, I will forever remember you, but your profession being what it is, I am sure it would take something particularly special for a client to stick in your mind. And…I have an idea that just might do it.” This hopeful thought seemed to spread across Jonathan’s features, easing the parting which he other wise would have dreaded. Hastily, he began to redress. Dio, on the other hand, was too confused to react. He accepted the parting kiss Jonathan gave on his way out the door, falling back onto the bed, and staring up at the ceiling.
“Jojo…”
He wanted to lie there and dwell, but there was no time for that. The next customer would be up in quarter of an hour like clockwork, into the wee hours of the morning. He needed to be fresh, and more importantly, he needed to be ready. More oils and creams could be applied to his rear, making any entrance easier and numbing the sensation slightly. He could not count on his other customers to as gentle as this Jojo boy had been.
He wanted to think of him more, memorize the details of his face and body, trying to immortalize every detail in his mind. Funny, that had been his parting wish, but it would have been so even if he had not said it. Kindness and naivety was rare enough to warrant remembering. Precious moments to do so were not to be had until his customers were all finished for the night, and by then he was so exhausted that sleep found him before he could even bring to mind his entire face.
He did, however, remember the touch of his lips before sleep completely claimed him.
~*~
Dio had not expected to see Jonathan again. He had been too clean and pure, and more importantly, rich, as he could tell by the tip he had left with Madam. Poor fool, thinking that he would see more than a few coins of it. Jojo was not meant for this side of town, most likely a proper courtesan would be appropriate, or a wife, if he was so inclined. No, Dio was lucky being in an establishment that gave him some protection and financial stability, even if it sucked the life out of him in the process. None of that mattered, so long as he could send his makings back home. His mother was sick, and his father was useless. This was the only way, and he could not expect lightning to strike twice when it came to memorable clients.
So when two days later Jonathan appeared standing at the door to his room, Dio did more than raise and eyebrow. His eyes widened, and his jaw dropped. Jonathan smiled, but it was not a bright smile. Rising from the bed, Dio spoke in his best sultry voice.
“Well, if it isn’t Jojo. Back again, eh?”
“I told you that I wanted to do something for you to remember me by. But…” Jonathan closed the door closed behind him, reaching into his coat and pulled out a stack of opened envelopes.
“I saw the madam was keeping these from you. It took a little maneuvering and help from a local boy to make a distraction, but I was able to retrieve them.” His face fell. “They were open and I did not mean to read any of them, but I saw the most recent one, and I…your mother…I am sorry for your loss.”
He held out the letter, written in a male hand and with a large stain in the corner of it which, when brought to the nose, smelled heavily of gin. Dio snatched it from him, eyes devouring the words as if he were a starved creature. Except when the words were done, Dio was left looking pale and drained. Fists closed around the paper, crushing and tearing the parchment.
“Can I help in any way? Do you have money for the funeral?” Jojo’s soft, well meaning voice brought him back to the reality of the present.
“Leave me.” The words left Dio’s lips cracked and pained, the first letter, written by one with the sharp signature of Dario Brando, having been discarded, and the others, having a more feminine stroke to the pen were now in his hand. "Leave me!!" He snapped again, in a voice like an angry wounded animal, ready to strike. Jonathan, uncertain of what to do, stepped out onto the fire escape where he had first seen Dio. Leaving after just a few minutes would have aroused suspicion, and while he had not expected Dio to be in an amorous mood after reading those letters, he had expected him to perhaps open up, tell him about his mother, accept his help.
Jonathan stared up in the sky, the constellation Orion bright overhead. Legend had it that he had been put there by the gods, but the stories around Orion were all different depending on who told them, and in the end, perhaps imagination was responsible for filling in the gaps more than truth. Perhaps people only saw what they wanted to see, just as perhaps the burning connection he felt with Dio was little more than fantasy.
Still, the stars that made Orion up providing hope for sailors near and far. There had to be something in that.
After about half an hour, a man stepped behind Jonathan on the balcony, wearing a long black coat, feathers on the shoulders. He held a black top hat in one hand, and in the other, a blue ribbon that held a long length of blond hair. Sharp amber eyes met Jonathan's, and he felt his breath taken away, realizing at the same time who was standing before him, and what he had done with his hair.
"Dio...."
"Go now. And do not look for me again."
"Dio, I don't want to sleep with you, I just want to-"
"If you don't go now you will be in more trouble than you will have bargained for." He pressed the length of hair into the other's hands. "Leave, and never look back again." Dio's features remained cold and stern, even as Jonathan's began to crack. He stood holding the hair for a moment, before starting for the door.
"I won't look back. But I will never forget looking up." His eyes fell on the balcony, the stars, the moon, and then the lock of hair in his hands, catching the moonlight just as it had the night he had seen him first. Not wishing to see Dio's expression, Jonathan spun and turned for the door.
Dio was glad he left without a fight. It would have been messy to get a noble involved with what was about to happen, particularly a naive buffoon like Jojo. Yes, he had helped, but there was no more he could do, even if he wanted to. He had too good of a heart. His mother had had a good heart too. People with good hearts often wound up in trouble if they weren’t careful. That was why Dio had hardened his long before.
Still, Dio was glad that Jonathan couldn’t see the slight tears forming in his eyes as he left.
~*~
"Jojo, get your nose out of that book and listen to me. I want to go out again this weekend." It was a Sunday brunch at the Joestar manor and Edmund was sipping coffee while Jonathan for once seemed completely uninterested in his eggs.
"I don't feel much like it." He stabbed a fork into his food for show.
"Oh don't worry, I won't suggest we go back to where we were last week." He pushed the paper forward. "The area is a mess. There were some gruesome murders in one of the houses, supposedly by a male prostitute. Police haven't caught him yet."
Lifting an eyebrow, Jonathan looked at the article. He turned pale when he read the name and address of the establishment, but otherwise remained quiet, saying a quiet prayer that his blond would get away safely and start again.
"Jojo, perhaps I was wrong to bring you there for your birthday. I didn't realize the place had gone to the dogs-"
"No, it's quite all right Edmund." Jonathan glanced up from their patio seats and looked into the sky. "It was an unforgettable experience." The moon and stars weren't visible, but he knew they were still there. Somewhere.