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If you would like to start - DioJona Week Day 1 Summary:

Dio Brando, the only son of the prestigious, but secretly abusive, Dario Brando has recently been orphaned due to the unfortunate passing of his father. The only family that offers to take care of the young master, who would have started to live and rule over the house by his lonesome, are the poor, poor, Joestars.

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Work Text:

The rattling of a rickety, obviously common carriage thudded down the long, winding road up to the Brando manor. The new owner of the manor, the twelve year old Dio Brando, was standing at the doorway ready to greet the new help. It was only proper to give them a greeting, however short their stay would have been. He had no expectations that they would stay very long, nobody ever did, but it wasn't like he needed the help in the first place. He, Dio, could take care of himself just fine, but an adult's supervision was understandable.

As the carriage came to a halt, the door opened with a creak and out of it a figure playfully hops to the ground, two heavy looking suitcases in his hands. The black haired figure locked eyes with Dio, and for a moment he was quiet as if trying to recall Dio's face. He ends up grinning though, whether he "remembered" Dio or not he couldn't tell, and outstretching a busy hand to the blonde.

"You're Dio Brando, right?" A flashy smile, almost carefree. Nothing like the common-folk Dio had been made to face before.

"And you are..." He paused. He had no idea. Was the Joestar that was supposed to be his new help this young? Or did they have a son and never tell him or his father?

"Jonathan Joestar," the boy readily answered, withdrawing the hand that Dio didn't reciprocate in his absent-mindedness, and tipping his cheap-looking cap, "Please call me Jojo!"

Jojo. Well, Dio presumed, he suppose it wouldn't be all that bad to have a playmate. Especially with a cute looking boy like Jonathan, though he seemed a little loud. What WAS obnoxious to Dio, however, was the mangy looking dog that trotted after Jonathan's feet, coming out of the carriage. After a quick exclamation of "Danny!" the boy began to allow the dog to lick all over his face. Dio winced, the thing looked exactly like a street dog, if it wasn't actually supposed to be that thin and lanky. As the dog approached him, Dio kicked it lightly with his feet away from him.

"Wh-What are you doing? Danny's not going to hurt you!" Jonathan worriedly exclaimed, making Dio roll his eyes. It wasn't even that hard.

"I don't really like dogs."

George Joestar, the man Dio actually knew was supposed to arrive finally left the carriage, approaching Dio with a friendly smile. The man extended a hand to the young blonde which he amicably took, completely different to his indifference with Jonathan. After they introduced themselves to each other, Dio led them into the mansion, paying almost no mind to Jonathan other than to tell the boy to keep Danny outside of the house.

At the tender age of 18, Dio and Jonathan were almost fully grown adults. Jonathan, with George's begging and Dio's permission as a "gift" of his "goodwill," had attended the same school as Dio, except in the cheaper archeology course compared to Dio's own Law course. They had mostly been distant with each other, even though they had been living together, Jonathan's attempts at getting the practically-introverted blonde to spend time with him always ending in vain. They had only started getting closer once they began to play rugby together, where their surprising synergy won them plenty of games.

What Jonathan hadn't known was that Dio had been keeping a secret from him. Ever since their youth, Dio had been developing feelings for Jonathan. It was only ever assured by his constant jealousy towards anyone that even attempted to speak to the black haired boy. Perhaps it was his own fault for not paying enough attention to Jonathan, however his pride wouldn't let him admit that. Instead he had fooled himself into devising a plot: Make jonathan realise who exactly he belonged to.

And he knew exactly how to do it.

While watching any plays that Dio was feeling generous enough to invite Jonathan and George to, Jonathan would always flinch and cover his reddened face during any naughty scenes. Even if that said naughtiness only involved a chaste kiss. It was so amusing to Dio that he began to invite Jonathan to those plays more often just to admire his flushed expression. And he did do that. Very often.

So that was what he was going to do. Plant a kiss on Jonathan unexpectedly, make his heart leap out of his chest. That was his only intention as he knocked on Jonathan's quarters' door in the middle of the night, finding Jonathan working on what Dio assumed to be his school project. It looked like a stone mask. Perhaps Aztec? No, Dio, focus! You have a goal here!

"Dio," Jonathan greeted with a weary smile, pushing his project away, "what brings you here at this time?"

Dio turned his nose up. "I have... a bone to pick with you, Jonathan Joestar."

A pause.

"Did I do something? Oh, no, Dio please, don't kick me and my father ou--"

"I won't do that, provided you let me do something to you."

"Anything!" Anything? "Please, I'm okay with you doubling my workload, just please let us stay with you here."

Dio was about to make a snarky remark about how he didn't exactly had a workload to double, but at the mention of staying with him made his heart flutter unconsciously. The blonde took a few, slow steps towards his target, his soft, plump lips hanging a bit open after finishing his plea. His eyes a little watery despite the tiredness they exhibit. How was this boy so beautiful? Even with his tall, well-defined, toned body.

"Then, I want you to tell me, who am I to you?"

Dio's face was extremely close to Jonathan's, but the boy didn't seem too aware. He moved his head away a little, with his cheeks turning slightly pink, but he looked more confused than embarrassed.

"What do you mean by that, Dio?"

"I wish to know what you think of me, Jojo."

"What I think of... In what way?" He seemed almost suspicious of Dio, which was reasonable enough, he assumed. After all, the boy was already closing in, and before Jonathan even managed to register the sensation, their lips had touched and parted.

"I meant this way, you oaf, now tell me your reply."

Of course, deep down, he knew calling this a means of teaching Jonathan a lesson was merely an excuse-- hiding his obvious feelings for Jonathan was almost futile, especially with his almost desperate expression seeping through his usual calm, cocky, collected face. Jonathan saw it clear as day, and more than anything, that made his eyes widen as his entire face flushed bright red, his large, muscly arms covering his face behind them. That was a reaction Dio was certainly not used to. He felt even more curious and impatient now.

"Jojo! Come now, Jojo, I want to know what you think!"

Jonathan kept a little silent, up until his arms slowly uncovered his face, letting Dio bask in the full glory of his teary eyes and reddened features. Jonathan being the only one embarrassed wasn't going to last very long soon however, since Jonathan seemed to take the chance to step forward as well, linking their lips back together, touching them gently after they part, as if registering the sensation in his mind.

"That," Jonathan replies with an embarrassed side glance, "That's my answer."

Dio, still stunned from Jonathan's sudden aggressiveness, closes in once more, not having had enough. Jonathan too, to his satisfaction, seemed to share the sentiment, as he willingly submits himself to Dio's advances this time, fully aware.

"Does this..." Jonathan speaks up in between Dio's persistent kisses, eyes looking more and more glazed the more Dio insists, "Does this mean we're... dating now?"

Dio pauses, lips hovering over Jonathan's own, looking redder than before, "If you would like to start."

Notes:

Hey! Thanks for stopping by to read this silly little thing that I wrote at 12am, but I adore these two with my life! Dio is my dumb, selfish son, and Jonathan is the pure hero we never deserved, they retained these aspects even despite their reversed roles in my head.

Series this work belongs to: Part 1 of the series