Chapter One

"Kakyoin. Come here."

Noriaki's conscious mind barely reacted to this request. He felt so far away. Nevertheless, his body willingly responded to his master's call. He crawled up Dio's beautiful, muscular body as he lay draped on a chaise in his Egyptian mansion. As always, being in close proximity to the vampire made Noriaki's body tremble with terror and excitement. When Dio grasped his chin, running his thumb along Noriaki's lower lip, the younger man ached all over, sighing into a puddle in Dio's arms.

Dio stroked his hair, soothing him from the feeling that had almost brought him to orgasm with almost no stimulation at all. "Kakyoin…are you listening?"

"Yes…Dio-sama…" Kakyoin murmured, twitching as he tried not to move against Dio's hard body, lest he feel the urge to cum again.

"This is important. I have a mission for you." Dio's hand snaked up Noriaki's back, but this time it was not in a sexual way. It was possessive, almost like being bitten. "When you return to Japan, you will find another stand user. Kujo Jotaro. Find out what you can about his stand, and if you can, kill him. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Dio-sama," Noriaki murmured, closing his eyes and nuzzling Dio's chest.

"Good." With barely a pause, and with the same cruel superiority that always imbued his serpentine voice, Dio intoned, "Then take off your clothes."

Noriaki tore himself away from Dio's embrace in order to peel off his clothing as the vampire watched without a change in his expression. When he stood totally naked before Dio's erotic gaze, Dio lightly caressed Noriaki's chest and ribs. Noriaki whimpered, his cock hardening.

"Turn around," Dio said.

Noriaki shivered, but obeyed. Dio's hand grasped the back of his neck and pushed him down over the rail of his balcony. Any of Dio's other servants in the mansion could have seen them from this angle over the courtyard, but Noriaki felt no shame. If anything, he felt a thrill at showing the others that Dio's current favorite was him.

To his shock, the next thing he felt was a thick tongue against his hole.

"Nnngh!" Noriaki cried, so close to cumming that his cock was dripping on the marble.

Dio's rippling arms grasped Noriaki tightly around his waist and he almost violently drove his tongue inside Noriaki's hole.

"Ahhh! Dio….sama!" Noriaki cried, disbelieving at the pleasure of having his prostate stimulated by his master's tongue. Only a few moments of this and his body couldn't take it. He whimpered as he came onto the floor stone floor.

Dio seemed aware of this but not to care. He did remove his tongue, but moments later, forced his thick and throbbing cock into Noriaki's trembling body. Noriaki almost passed out from the pleasure assaulting his mind. It should have been painful. Dio had never once stretched him before brutally fucking him. But the pleasure blocked out anything else, even his sense of right and wrong.

Drool leaked from the corner of Noriaki's mouth as Dio grasped him by the throat and pulled him up to whisper in his ear. "Before you pass out on me, give me a little of your vitality."

As his huge arms grasped Noriaki tightly around his chest and head, Dio's fanged mouth breathed softly against Noriaki's neck. Noriaki gasped as he felt he might cum again just from the anticipation. With a brief prick of pain, his master's fangs sank into his neck.

In the throes of wordless pleasure, Noriaki made strange noises as he came repeatedly while Dio's cock pressed against his prostate and he drank deeply of Noriaki's blood. By the time Dio drank his fill, Noriaki hung limply in his arms, exhausted from the double attack of cumming too hard and losing too much blood. Dio licked his neck of a few drops of blood, sending a shiver down Noriaki's nubile body.

"Still awake? Good boy," Dio whispered in his ear.

Noriaki's eyes fluttered. Though he wanted to please his master, there was no strength left in him. He could barely stand on his own. Fortunately, Dio did not seem bothered by this. He drew his cock from Noriaki's hole, which caused the poor boy to ache for him immediately, and let his limp body fall into his arms. Dio carried Noriaki to his bed chamber.

Once there, he draped Noriaki on his stomach on the edge of the bed, his hole at a perfect angle for Dio to attack it again. With Noriaki barely conscious, Dio once again thrust inside him. Noriaki moaned blearily, only able to concentrate on the feeling of Dio's cock driving through the deepest parts of him. He felt himself drooling hungrily on the bed.

After pounding him for several minutes at this angle, Dio turned him over, pulling Noriaki's legs on either side of his own hips and grasping the small of Noriaki's back in both his powerful hands. This time, his cock was able to drive even deeper. Noriaki yelped at being penetrated so deeply. But Dio mercilessly hammered him there, sending new waves of pleasure through the exhausted boy's body.

Dio leaned down to gather Noriaki's limp body in his arms and whisper in his ear again. "This body of yours likes sex too much to let you pass out. I knew I made a good choice."

To further drive Noriaki mad with pleasure, he possessively captured his lips in an intense kiss. Noriaki couldn't hold back anymore. Though there was nothing left in his balls, a dry orgasm hit him so hard he briefly forgot who he was. His whole body tensed, briefly unable to make the slightest sound. Then Dio thrust inside him once. Noriaki screamed against his lips; his orgasm was still going on. Without letting him rest for a moment, Dio repeatedly pounded the deepest point in Noriaki's body, kissing him and pawing all over his over-sensitized body.

Noriaki had very little memory of what happened after that, but he was aware that Dio kept fucking him until long after he lost consciousness. During the brief time that Noriaki spent in Egypt, this was a daily occurrence for him.

Later, although he tried not to recall what had happened, there was one thing that puzzled Noriaki about Dio's behavior at that time. Dio was cautious of course; that was one of the most fundamental pieces of his personality. Yet there were those among the vampires he had created whom he thought of as less than worms, and yet he had revealed his stand power to them. Toward Noriaki, he had not even revealed his weakness to sunlight. For some reason, Dio had not trusted Noriaki even when he had him under his complete control. On some level, had Dio predicted that Noriaki would be saved by Jotaro?

As Noriaki sat in Kujo Jotaro's home, watching his mother writhe in agony with the stand power Dio had caused, which he felt in no small part responsible for, he looked back on every interaction with Dio. Each one told him the same thing: besides Dio's sexual preferences, Noriaki knew nothing. He was useless to help Jotaro, whom he had fallen in love with almost the moment he first set eyes on him, regardless of Dio's sway over him.

In horror at his own weakness and his hand in causing Jotaro pain, Noriaki rested his head in his hand, fingers resting on the place Dio's flesh had once been.