E.V.O.L.
Pairing: Dio x Jonathan Warnings: nsfw, violence, alcohol, unedited Summary: Short blurbs spanning throughout the lives of Dio and Jonathan. Some nsfw, some being a royal ass to Erina. Disclaimer: Erina is actually one of my favorites. No way in hell I'd actually want to hurt her :/ "Milk and Roses; Squeaky Clean" The sound of soft brushing and pampering came from the bedroom of the newest addition to the Joestar family, Dio Brando-Joestar. It was likely that because of his violent and neglectful upbringing, the worst had come out of Dio, at the most unreasonable times. Jonathan figured that if he'd make Dio look presentable then eventually he will start developing behavior to copycat his out wear. During the time he had took to teach Dio on proper etiquette, style, and parting of hair, he's had a handful of catty slaps across the face and some ear pinching to go along with it. Eventually he got his hands on some styling wax his father had lent him ages ago, sat Dio down, and started combing through his sparkling blonde locks. "See, you have this beautiful hair, but you never really take care of it" he thought out loud, parting it to a 7:3 ratio design while Dio glared at him like a sourpuss. Patting the top if Dio's head gently, he finished the last of the curls with the glossy wax. "Now you look handsome" Dio's eyes averted to the side, a very gentle blush arising from his ear lobes and encroaching his cheekbones. "I don't need all these extra additions. I'm doing fine on my own" "Well, not exactly, but you are getting better! I have faith in you, Dio" he gently praised, kissing the back of Dio's head. "This time you didn't give me a nosebleed or anything" "I Lie in Bed, I Hate My Guts" A gentle creak sang out from the springs of Jonathan's heavy down feather bed. As Dio dominated his bed space, it felt like he was sinking, sinking into the material of his bed, and even more into the oddly dramatic emotions of Dio. Dio was the epitome of a theatrical manic pixie dream, and more off, some kind of toxic nightmare. The length of Dio's crotch warmly rubbed up against the side of Jonathan's leg, leaving a gentle tickle running across his flesh. "D-Dio, I don't think we should be doing this, I mean, we're brothers and all" Dio smirked maliciously "oh, Jonathan, we were never brothers, and certainly not friends" The comment left a sting on Jojo, but he let it go as he rolled over to his side and pulled his underwear down to expose his bum to Dio's liking. A few tears rolled down his cheek, both in a feeling of loss and pleasure from this sacrifice. He had ended up falling asleep while Dio redressed to head out and drink with some of his no-good friends. "If anything, we are equals, Jojo" he mumbled, leaving a sentimental kiss over his brow. "it only takes two beautiful people to fuck up LOVE and make it EVOL" One evening, Dio had caught the sight of Erina Pendleton, a youthful woman who had her sights on Jonathan since Dio entered the Joestar family, draped across the arms of the gallant and stern gentleman. A fiery rage, one unknown to him before, fed his bloodlust and his desire to burn everything Jojo owned. It was more than just jealousy of Erina, it was jealousy of her capability to convey her emotions accurately, her smile, her small elegant hands and shiny healthy nails. She made his blood boil almost as much as the thought of his deadbeat shitface of a father. Dio never had those things, he was never healthy enough to have shiny pink nails, never happy enough to match the gleaming smile of Jonathan's, and too tough and rowdy to have soft, touchable hands. He wanted more than anything to be number one, number one in everybody's hearts, whether out of fear of admiration. Taking the chance, he hunted down Erina in the field side where the two lovers often met, and confronted her. "Erina Pendleton" he seethed with discomfort. "Y-yes, Dio?" She answered, aware that he was violent and unpredictable. "I saw you with Dio earlier, acting like a couple of lovers" "Oh..." Was all the managed to say, afraid of setting him off more than he was already. He took the length of her hair and maneuvered Erina around, pulling and yanking until she was on her knees in the dusty earth. "MY Jonathan. If you learned from my previous visits, I plan on keeping him for me and myself only " he hissed, wishing to just get rid of Erina completely. Tears rolled down her precious apple-blossom pink cheeks, leaving trails of white and dribbling around her chin. "I-I'm sorry,I'm sorry I swear" she sobbed, hands around the singular hand that took a hold of her locks. "If you weren't so close to him, I would have fucking murdered you. Consider yourself lucky, bitch" he spat on her and left her there in the dust, hoping he left an impression on her. " L-O-V-E, do you love me?" Dio reeked of bourbon and hard cider as he was ushered out of the bar by a furious bartender. "You tell your friend to calm down and direct his violence elsewhere -and maybe then we'll accept business from you again" The bartender spat, the mustache looming over his lip twitching nervously. Joseph entrapped Dio in a side hug in an attempt to shepherd him away slowly and get him to the household without inflicting more damage. "Oh, Dio, what were you thinking, getting that drunk?" Jon worried, but his words came out more like a curse than a question. "Why the fuck would it matter to you? You'd much rather be with that Erina bitch that take care of me" his words slurred, alcohol affectively marring the sentiments and poisoning the slurs. "I care, of course I care! If you'd actually call on me I'll come. You know, I'm busy, I can't always know when you need me." The confession was lost on Dio as he was stooped over and vomiting on the cornerstone of an apotheke shop. "You okay there?" "Screw you" he garbled between strained breaths. Rubbing small circles down Dio's back, Jonathan stood with his navy blue coat tails dancing in the wind. The tousled blonde locks of Dio's hair battered the bare skin of his rosy cheeks. "Just take deep, slow breaths, and when it comes, let it come" A few groans escaped his mouth as he clenched his stomach, his knuckles white and face pasty. Minutes passed as he was bend over and dry heaving, small tears rolling out indispensably, which then prompted Jonathan to lend him a handkerchief. Fingernail-sized moths fluttered about, religiously reaching up and worshipping the street lights bordering the cobblestone roads. An officer approached them curiously, looking out for threats and hinderances. "Are we alright over here, gentlemen?" "Yes! yes, just a little intoxicated tonight." Jonathan mentioned invitingly. "Alright! Stay safe and have a pleasant night" the officer mentioned before walking away. They walked the rest of the streets, nervous trembling hands in hand. Sloppily moving about, Dio turned in front of Jonathan and put his hands on the cheeks of his face. "Do you love me?" "Yes. I love you. I have since I met you. You are too much for me, and I love every bit of it" he spirited out in a hushed breath. The texture of sweaty curls in between his fingers and across his nails gave him a sense of closeness. Pulling in for another kiss, the two met with tingling lips underneath the shade of a tree, splotches of street lighting painting their faces like freckles. Jonathan pressed his forehead against Dio's while palming the back of his head, enjoying the silence. The wind rustled leaves around,a sound like a chorus of sirens shrieking against the muffled hum of carriages in the night. "I love you too. Just you"
