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“Giorno,” Diavolo's voice came like music from across the room. “Do you have a schedule for today?” he asked, moving towards Giorno's reading chair.
“Not a strict one. Is there anything you need of me, boss?”
“Need is a strong word,” he hummed. “There's nothing I need of you, Giorno. Want, however…”
“What can I do for you?”
Diavolo smiled at him. He placed his thumb on the boy's chin, tilting it from side to side. He had an ethereal look to him. His eyes were ageless and somehow spoke of eternity. He was beautiful. “I'm looking for a good start to my day, is all.”
Giorno held Diavolo's hand and moved his fingers to his lips. “I'm certain I can provide... Under the condition that you finally let me track down the narcotics team, that is.”
Diavolo's eyes softened. “Let Risotto take care of them. You don't need to dirty your hands.”
Giorno sucked on Diavolo's fingertips, keeping his eye. He ran his tongue along the pads of his fingers, before withdrawing. “Pity. I'm afraid I can't be of service then.”
Diavolo huffed a laugh. “This is really personal to you, isn't it.”
“It is.”
Diavolo cupped Giorno's chin. “Fine then. Deal.”
Giorno hummed, the ghost of a smile grazing his lips. “What do you request of me, boss?”
Diavolo smiled. His hands drifted to Giorno’s throat. They wrapped around it, pushing Giorno against the back of the chair.
Giorno’s expression didn’t falter.
Diavolo ran his thumbs over Giorno’s skin, eyes narrowing. He shook his head, smiling softly. “Tell me, little star, why don’t you have a pulse?”
“I don’t know,” Giorno responded, deadpan. “Perhaps it’s because I work for the devil.”
“Haha… My little demon, is that right?”
“I wish you wouldn’t patronize me.”
“If I didn’t patronize you, you’d still be stuck providing fake taxis and committing petty theft.”
“I don’t owe you, Diavolo.”
He sneered. “Is that right.” He tugged on Giorno’s braid. “So why don’t I send you back to that shithole you came from.”
“Because you’d miss me. I’m as much of a blessing to you as your gifts have been to me.”
Diavolo hummed, staring at him. “It would be a challenge to let you go.”
Giorno smiled, the hint of fangs peeking out from the corners of his mouth. “It’s not a challenge if you have no intention of trying.”
“... Perhaps.”
Giorno slung his arms around Diavolo’s neck, drawing him close.
“Do you need blood?” Diavolo whispered, tucking a strand of Giorno’s hair behind his ear.
“... Need is a strong word.”
Diavolo chuckled. “Drink, my star.”
Giorno breathed a sigh, pressing his lips against Diavolo’s neck. He licked a stripe along his skin before finally digging his teeth in.
Diavolo sighed, his knees going weak as Giorno’s venom flooded him.
The vampire sucked, rocking himself and Diavolo back and forth as he drank. After a minute or so, he broke. “...You changed your diet.”
Diavolo’s lip curled. “I was told plums would make my blood taste sweet.”
“I’m starting to think you enjoy this more than I do.”
“I enjoy it, you need it.” Diavolo grabbed him around the waist and picked him up.
Giorno breathed a laugh as the boss carried him to the bed.
“Have you ever considered turning someone?”
“I wouldn’t know how.”
“I hear I would just have to drink your blood.”
Giorno laughed. “But then you’d be under my spell, no? Would you really want to lose your power like that?”
Diavolo shrugged. “I’m not sure.” He rested his head on Giorno’s side as he unbuttoned the boy’s dress shirt. “For my 36th birthday, that is what I ask for. Eternal life.”
“Why 36?”
“It’s a nice number, no? It’s got an even root, the first digit doubled is the second. It seems like the perfect age to remain for eternity.”
“Pfhh-” Giorno said, smiling. “You’ve sure thought this out.”
“Vampirism would suit me.”
Giorno tweaked an eyebrow, nodding slowly. “You hardly seem human as is.”
Diavolo grinned. “A part of me doubts that I am.” He slid Giorno’s shirt off his shoulders, revealing the porcelain skin underneath. “Have I told you about my childhood.”
“Scarcely.”
“I remember my birth. Through my infancy, though I had the behavior of a child, I had the awareness of an adult. I suppose I spent most of it as a passenger, however.”
“A passenger of Doppio.”
Diavolo nodded, smirking. “Perhaps I really am a devil. A wicked spirit, possessing a helpless host.”
“... The notion suits you.”
He chuckled, eyes piercing Giorno’s. “If only I could possess you.”
Giorno hummed. “You do, in some ways.”
Diavolo kissed at Giorno’s collar bone. “That’s right, isn’t it? My pretty little plaything…”
Giorno sighed. “If you’d like.”
Diavolo ran his fingers over Giorno’s chest. “Tell me, Giorno. How do you manage to get hard with no pulse.”
Giorno kept a straight face for a few seconds before his expression crumpled into a cringing smile. “I-- Willpower, I suppose?” he said with a laugh in his voice.
Diavolo placed his hand over Giorno’s heart. “Make it beat.”
Giorno complied, smirking.
Thadump- thadump- thadump-
Diavolo shook his head. “Fascinating,” he said, shoulders slumping.
Giorno smiled at him with a lazy stare. The pulse slowly faded.
Diavolo kissed Giorno’s chest where the heartbeat had been. “You’re so cold.”
“I could warm myself up if you’d like.”
“Don’t. It’s a relief.” Diavolo trailed his fingers down Giorno’s hips. He slowly slid down the vampire’s pants, revealing the Michelangelo-like form underneath. He slid his tongue over Giorno’s cock, before capturing it in his lips. The feeling of it coming to life in his mouth was oddly satisfying.
Giorno braced himself against the bed, sighing.
“Can you get me the- ahh, there you are,” Diavolo said as Giorno opened the bedside cabinet, finding some lube. He handed it to him, smiling.
Diavolo dribbled some over his fingers and then Giorno’s hole.
Giorno brought his knees to his chest, long lashes draping over his eyes.
Diavolo slid one finger inside, then another.
Giorno had gotten well practiced.
The don kissed at his thighs as he spread his fingers apart, stretching him. “Does it feel good?” he prompted.
“Yes, boss,” Giorno murmured.
“Do you think you’re ready?”
“You’re certainly impatient today.”
“Not impatient,” Diavolo said. “Eager.”
Giorno breathed a laugh. “I see. Well, in that case, yes. I do believe I am.”
He smiled, taking his time in withdrawing his hand.
Giorno reached over to the bedside drawer once more, snagging a condom.
Diavolo took it, turning it in his fingers. “Hmm. Do you insist.”
“Yes. Vampirism is a blood-borne disease, Diavolo, and you’re not 36 yet.”
“Haha! Can you imagine- Vampirism through STI.” He chuckled, opening the condom. He rolled it over himself, sighing at the sensation. He lead his dick to Giorno’s entrance, rubbing circles around it before sliding inside.
Giorno sighed, his arms folding over his forehead. He rocked his hips, biting at his lip as Diavolo set his pace.
“You’re beautiful.”
Giorno peeked at him, smirking. “Likewise…” He trailed off into a groan as Diavolo began to strike him deeper. “Oh… right there.”
“Mm…” Diavolo maintained his position, thrusting at a more adamant pace.
Giorno moaned softly, his fingers trailing down his chest.
Diavolo pulled Giorno’s hips down to his base. He then began grinding up and down, rising a groan from the vampire.
Giorno twisted in his grip, the pleasure setting his nerves on fire. “God… Just like that…”
Diavolo smirked, rolling his thumbs around Giorno’s hips. “You feel perfect. Just like you were made for me, no?”
“... Maybe I was.” Giorno spread his arms, his chest raising as Diavolo pushed him into deeper and deeper waves of pleasure. He sighed, biting his lips.
“You make such pretty sounds.”
“Only for you.”
Diavolo nipped at his collar bone, smiling. “What a privilege.” His breaths began to grow sharper. “Let go.”
Giorno swallowed, his eyes going glassy. “Yes… boss…”
Diavolo slowed his thrusts, but strengthened them.
Giorno moaned, his head dipping back and forth at every grind against his prostate. “Ahhh… Diavolo…”
The don grit his teeth through a smile, his grip on Giorno’s hips tightening. He nipped at Giorno’s neck and collar bone to help restrain his groans.
Giorno’s hands clung to his back, the keens coming more freely now.
Diavolo’s fist wrapped around Giorno’s hair, pinning him to the pillow. He sighed against his neck, muscles beginning to tense. He reached up one of his hands, wrapping his fingers around Giorno’s leaking prick.
The vampire gave a slow groan, his hips bucking into the touch. “Ahhh… Diavolo…” He managed, glassy eyes beginning to tear up.
“Are you close?”
Giorno nodded, biting at his lip.
Diavolo smirked, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “Cum for me, my star. Cum for me.”
Giorno bit his lip and squinted his eyes shut, nodding. His back arched and a gasp curled from his lips. His nails dug into Diavolo’s back, dragging scratches down his sides as he finished.
Diavolo bit at his ear, burying himself deep inside him. He groaned, muscles going tense as he finished.
Giorno gasped for air, going limp on the mattress.
Diavolo caught his breath, hovering over Giorno. He slowly withdrew, laying back on the bed.
The vampire shifted up onto his elbows, smiling at him. “Well… was that the ‘good start to the morning’ you were looking for?”
“... It was, my star. Buongiorno.”
He smiled. “Buongiorno.”