A/N: While I'm sure something similar has been written already, I decided to put my own spin on Dio and Jonathan's relationship, taking it to that next level and making it something deeply personal. I have an idea for the ending already, but I'm not gonna spoil it, so I hope you bare with me while I make this journey something, hopefully, enjoyable, haha.

It's rated M for a reason. Please keep this in mind while you're reading, thank you.

Dedicated to my dear Hawk of the Month

His and His Alone

-Chapter 1-

It was obvious that Dio Brando had been out to completely take over and destroy the life of Jonanthan Joestar. Well, obvious to only the two men, anyway.

It had started out rough and harsh, with a younger Dio doing all in his power to receive immediate satisfaction at causing Jojo pain and misfortune. Yes, he did so enjoy seeing the man powerless to stop him, powerless to interfere. But he was younger then, and he had to admit, some of his actions had been juvenile at times.

The older he got, the wiser he got. The more he learned how to push Jonathan's buttons mentally rather than physically, learned how to draw out the torture, to enjoy that look on the Joestar's face longer. Perhaps it wasn't a rush of satisfaction like he was used to, but the overall, continuous pleasure of what he was doing was an experience that he did so enjoy. Knowing every day that his actions caused permanent doubts in Jonathan's mind? Oh yes, there was nothing sweeter.

But as time went by, and he deceived his brother with kindness, a part of him actually started to take a liking to the man. And this liking turned into a wanting to control which, presently, turned into a lust and desire to make this man his completely. It shouldn't be hard, Dio would muse to himself. He had taken so much from the man already.

However, Jonathan was growing older and smarter as well. Things that Dio had done in their youth weren't effecting him as much, were no longer provoking the desired response. It was irritating at first; irritating to know that all Dio's work had been for nothing.

This wasn't the case, though.

No, everything Dio had done up until this point only sculpted Jonathan into the man he was today. Everything that Jojo was had been the result of his lighter haired brother's words and actions. And it excited him.

Excited him to the point where he was now infatuated with his dear brother. The way he acted, the way he thought, his philosophies on various topics, and even his body. No, especially his body.

Jonathan Joestar was the only person worthy of Dio's affections, worthy of his lust. At every chance he could get, he would peek at that perfectly toned body. But the act of watching him unbeknownst to his dear Jojo's knowledge, the thought that he was the only one who saw the larger man at his most vulnerable, most sinful, was nothing short invigorating.

-x-o-x-

It had become a regular routine for him. To sit in his adoptive brother's closet, watching the other man lie on his bed, read a book sometimes, write in a journal at other times. But what was most important to the man hidden from view in the closet was to watch Jonathan pleasure himself.

Today was one of those days.

Dio stared intently at his "brother," removing his pants in a rush, hands fumbling around boxers and yanking them to the floor. Jonathan's breath was already coming out in quick, husky gasps, cheeks flushing a dark red. The darker haired man grabbed some lubrication out of his dresser drawer and grasped his already evident erection tightly, stroking it fiercely as if he were pinched for time.

The hidden man had to smirk. The two of them not even a few hours back had just finished a pretty intense game of football. It had been raining lightly, causing the dirt to turn into sludgy mud at their feet, staining their clothes and clinging to their faces. Hands fumbled with the ball, fingers ran against palms, thighs scrapped together, bodies collided from the overall slickness of everything. It was more physical than usual, and Dio would be lying if he said he didn't use it to his advantage.

More than once, he caught the young Joestar off guard, running a hand over his back, rubbing his shoulders against the other man's, hands clinging to arms. And the longer they were outside, the more soaked they became. Uniforms clung to chests and legs, identifying the fit from the mediocre body types. And then their was Jonathan. Jonathan, who used to be nothing more than a scrawny youth, was now built like a truck. Muscles rippling through arms and legs, down his back, over his chest.

The game ended in a triumphant victory for the Jojo/Dio side. Cheers were had as the crowd erupted into immediate praise and hoots and hollers. Dio watched as Jonathan said his thanks to the crowd who had gathered around him. Trying to look like a gentleman as he was covered in mud, grass, and murky water. His normally kempt hair sticking in odd angles to his face.

They were all headed for the locker rooms to clean up, and the lighter haired man concocted a wonderful idea.

-x-o-x-

"Good game today, Jonathan! We kicked their asses!"

"Aha, yes, we all did really well."

Dio was already in the showers, washing the grime from his body. He had taken his fair share of praise and compliments all the way to the locker room, so it was nice to here a voice he was actually interested in for a change. Feigning kindness could get so troublesome.

A tiny grin graced his lips as he saw Jojo from his peripheral, stripping off his clothes and entering the showers as well. The larger man beamed when he saw Dio standing there.

"Ah, Dio! I was looking for you," the young Joestar smiled widely, taking a position near Dio, "Good game today!"

"Yes, it was rather exciting," Dio paused for a moment, taking in the pleased expression Jonathan was giving him, relishing in the thought that it was going to change here in a moment, "Watching you move out their, Jojo. And I got such a nice view of that tight ass of yours."

Predictably, Jonathan's expression changed from one of happiness to shock and, quickly, to embarrassment. The darker haired man tried to stutter out a few words until pulling his eyes from Dio's to the floor.

The laughter that rang out seemed to echo off of every wall in the room, but if the other members of the team noticed, they didn't say anything. Instead, they seemed occupied with their congratulatory retells of the game and ceremonial butt slaps. Dio's hands ran up along Jonathan's arms and around to his chest, "No need to be embarrassed, my dear Jojo. That was a compliment."

But before Jonathan could offer an input, the smaller man's hands had evacuated his skin and he watched the elegant form leaving the showers, towel already pulled around his hair, "See you at home, Jonathan."

And Dio beat him home with plenty of time to spare. After answering questions from their father and the other keepers of the manor, Dio politely excused himself, saying that he needed to attend to some prior business. They needent know that the business he spoke of was to hide in Jojo's closet, wait for the man to enter his bedroom, and see if his actions had taken any permanence in his brother.

And quite evidently, they did.

The blond haired man in the closet continued to stare, eyes wide, heart beating quicker with every stroke that Jonathan took. He had never seen his dear brother so urgent, so wanting and in need before. Usually, he was very by the book. Quiet, quick, orderly. It sometimes bored Dio, he admitted, to have the same routine. Still, Jonathan was quite the specimen, so he took what he could have.

This time, however, the man on the bed, now rocking his fingers into his ass, moans slipping through his lips loudly, was stirring something up within Dio as well. And in-spite of himself, Dio's hand traveled to his hardening cock, now pressing against his trousers tightly, and released it, matching Jojo's strokes as he watched.

And just when the lighter haired man was getting lost in the bliss of it all, urging himself to keep an eye open to watch the sinful activity before him, Dio's name passed the lips of the man he was watching. And not once, but many times.

"Ah, Dio ...! Dio, Dio, Diooo, Dio ... hnng, ah! Dio, yes, ahh!"

His cock twitched with each call of his name. And every time Jonathan said it, moaned it, gasped it, Dio came closer and closer to release.

Jonathan came explosively; his body shook, his eyes rolled back into his head, his cum spilled over his stomach and up to his chin. And he milked himself for every inch he could take, Dio's name becoming a sloppy whisper, but never completely leaving his lips.

And Dio came at the sight. His seed spilling over his hand and down his fingers. What he couldn't contain dripped down his wrist and into a tiny puddle on the floor.

Usually, after Jonathan was done, he would quietly clean himself up, fix up his clothes in the mirror, and then venture out of his room to continue on with the day. But the same as what had just transpired, Jojo did the opposite. He continued to lay on his bed, his chest rising and falling heavily with breath that was still enjoying the after effects of his masturbation. The shaking now gone, Jonathan sat up breathlessly, staring at his palm that was coated with his essence.

"Ah, I suppose I should take a shower before dinner," the darker haired man said aloud to himself, finally standing up and walking over to the mirror. Dio watched as he looked himself over, a tiny frown playing at his brother's lips.

The hidden man, while wanting to get out of the closet, couldn't help but stare at the nude man who was none the wiser to his presence. His brother's muscles gleamed with his sweat, shoulders moved as he stretched, hair sticking damply to his face. The way his lips were turned in a slight pout, hips perfectly sculpted, ass tight and firm.

Dio chuckled to himself, licking his own cum off of his fingers one by one, "Jonathan, you little slut. I never knew I excited you in such a way." But Dio couldn't hide his feelings for his adoptive brother either. He was the only person worthy of Dio's lust and affection, worthy of feeling his expert hands on his body.

Oh yes, Jonathan was a lucky one.

He watched as Jojo wiped the remaining evidence off of his body, creak the door open slightly, look around quickly, and then sprint off down the hall to the washroom.

Dio laughed more fully when he exited the closet, smile turning into something feral on his face, "Oh, I shall have to use this to my advantage, Jojo."

-x-o-x-

At dinner that night, Dio did everything in his power to make Jonathan as uncomfortable as possible. Licking his fingers when he placed certain foods in his mouth, tongue running along lips after taking a drink, shirt unbuttoned more than usual, showing off just the right amount of chest to both entice and tease.

"Jonathan, you sprinted up to your room so quickly, we didn't have a chance to talk! Dio said you both did wonderfully today," George Joestar commented idly, cutting his steak delicately as he tried to get some conversation going.

Jonathan stared at his food, seemingly ignoring his father. Lips were parted slightly, napkin clenched in his hand. He was trying to ignore his adoptive brother sitting across from him, but all the little changes in Dio attitude were subconsciously toying with his mind, and his body was, reluctantly, obeying his urges.

"Jonathan, you've barely touched your food as well, are you not feeling well? ... JOJO?"

The voice was commanding and firm and rattled in his skull before the younger Joestar could comprehend what was happening.

"Ah! Yes, father!"

George leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest as he eyed his son with confusion, "Jonathan, are feeling alright?"

The embarrassment on his face was evident as Jojo's eyes shifted quickly from his father's, to Dio's, and back down to his untouched meal, "Y-yes, I'm fine."

The elder Joestar turned his attention to Dio who merely gave a small shrug, continuing to feign innocence in regards to his brother's bizarre behavior.

"Well, very good, then."

Jonathan's eyes became more glazed the longer the meal went on, face more flushed. If their father noticed, he certainly didn't say anything. And when dinner was done and Jonathan wheezed out a sudden "May I be excused," walking quickly for his bedroom, Dio took the opportunity to excuse himself and follow his brother up to his room.

-x-o-x-

Pressing an ear against the door, Dio could hear the familiar panting that filled his ears not even two hours before that. Smile widening, the lighter haired man tried the doorknob to find it, predictably, locked.

"Oh Jojo," Dio sneered, eyes flashing with excitement, "That won't keep me out."

He wasn't an expert at picking locks, by any means, but he did know his way around a latch or two. Finding an object appropriate for his needs, Dio began to pick the lock, door congratulating his work with a celebratory click.

He walked into the room quietly, closing and locking the door behind him. The sun was beginning to set and the setting sun leaked in through the open window, resting on Jonathan's body. The body that was currently leaning on his bed, eyes squeezed shut, hand stroking his erection, ass bouncing in the air.

"Ah, Dio ...Dio, Dio, Dio, hnng."

"Yes, Jonathan?"

The intrusion of a voice who wasn't his own caused the dark haired man to open his eyes suddenly, face becoming an even deeper shade of red.

"Ah! Dio!"

"Oh, please do continue," Dio purred, flipping Jonathan over on his back and bringing his fingers to that tight ass he so loved and brushing his fingers against the entrance.

Jonathan moaned deeply in his throat, eyes closing suddenly from the sensation of foreign hands on his own body.

"B-but, Dio, I," the Joestar tried to explain himself, but when Dio's fingers entered his body, roughly scissoring his ass apart, the sentence turned into a harsh gasp, and Jonathan pressed himself down on the bed, ass wanting more of Dio's expertly moving fingers despite the voice in the back of his mind screaming for modesty.

"Oh, Jojo," Dio hissed the man's name, smile never leaving his lips, "Don't feel so embarrassed. It's alright to enjoy the feeling of my fingers inside your tight, hot ass."

The hand on Jonathan's erection pumped faster, trying to ignite the same feeling Dio was creating. And the larger man's eyes rolled back, body arching in response, and he came.

Dio's fingers removed themselves from his ass as Jonathan panted away the orgasm. He felt them move up his body, twirl around the head of his penis, and continue up to his lips. Jonathan tasted his own cum that was coating Dio's fingers when they passed his lips. He tried to pull away but Dio matched his movements.

"You made this mess, Jonathan," Dio hissed, adding more fingers to the man's mouth, "Now clean it up."

Jonathan obeyed wordlessly, sucking on Dio's fingers, swirling his tongue over the tips. "Hm, yes, taste yourself, Jonathan," the man continued to mock, rubbing some of the seed across Jojo's face with his thumb.

Climbing on the bed, Dio pulled his fingers from his brother's mouth and positioned his own erection, angrily throbbing from being ignored, in their stead.

"Suck."

It was a simple command, but Jonathan looked up at Dio confused, cheeks still stained a deep red. The lighter haired man laughed cruelly, grabbing Jonathan's head and forcing his mouth open, slipping the penis inside, "I told you to suck."

And just like with the fingers, Jojo sucked. He ran his tongue along the shaft, scrapped his teeth lightly along it as well. And Dio ran his fingers through the dark hair, pulling and massaging until, suddenly, he brought Jonathan's head down forcefully, causing the man to take the erection fully in his mouth.

He could feel Jonathan's throat muscles tighten, which only increased the pleasure. The cough that couldn't escape, the tears that ran from his brother's eyes now, all of it added to Dio's sexual fire and he thrust into Jojo's throat, feeling the teeth and the tongue. He pulled out slowly, feeling the saliva coating every inch of his erection.

Jonathan's cough was hoarse and rough, breathing in deeply to increase the air flow to his lungs. Dio relished in the sight; Jonathan's mouth hung open, lips red and swollen, precum clinging to those lips.

He forced the larger man down on the bed, taking the little air he had out of him when his head slammed into the mattress. And then Dio forced his cock into Jonathan's ass.

The scream that followed almost put Dio over the edge then and there. It was so raw, so laced with hidden passion of wanting and desire and pain. Dio pounded into Jonathan's body, filling him completely with his manhood, feeling the walls of the man's body cling desperately to him, urging him to continue. And continue he did.

The man below him squirmed and moaned and moved his body in time with Dio's. The lighter haired man kept his hands occupied by squeezing and playing with Jojo's nipples which grew hard under his touch.

His penis bobbed against his stomach, straining and in need of release. And with Dio hitting that spot over and over and over again, Jonathan knew it wouldn't be much longer. To aid in the process, he began to stroke himself sloppily, body wanting to betray him from the pure delight he was feeling.

"Ah, Jonathan," Dio chuckled between moans of his own, "Yes, touch yourself, you little whore. You like the feeling of my cock in your ass, don't you? It excites you to be under my control, doesn't it? DOESN'T IT, JOJO?"

"Agh, Dio! DIO! Yes! Oh god, yes! P-please ... hnnng, Dio please," Jonathan rushed out, eyes rolling back into his head once again, mouth barely able to form words.

"Please what?" Dio mocked, his own body getting the better of him and pounding deeper and harder into the man beneath him.

"A-ah, please ...!"

"You better use your words, Jonathan. That's no way to get what you want. Do you want me to fuck you harder?"

"Hnng! Y-yes ..."

"SAY IT."

"Ah! DIO! Fuck me, fuck me harder, p-please!"

"Ahaa, J-Jojo. Tell me more."

"Your cock feels so good in my ass, hnng! Fuck me, harder, Dio! Oh god, DIO!"

If he could've, Dio would've prodded more, would've tortured his brother all night, but the way his ass clenched around him with every pound, the way Jonathan whimpered and moaned, the way his body moved beneath him, succumbing to everything and anything he wanted to do to him ... it was too much.

And they came at the same time. The lighter haired man filled the younger Joestar as their screams melded together, mouths hung open in pleasure, lost for words. Dio rode Jonathan's ass to completion, finally pulling out after exhausting himself within the man.

Leaning over the larger man, he looked at the way his fingers had left marks in the skin, how the cum mixed with the sweat, how his lips were parted. The lips that seemed so innocent, that would only utter what a gentleman would say. Those same lips that had been over his cock, calling his name.

And Dio bent down and kissed those lips hard.

Jonathan put up no resistance and kissed back as well as he could. Dio laughed softly once again as he gripped his brother's face roughly, peering down to look into those tired eyes that screamed for his body, his hands, his pleasure.

"For another time, Jojo," Dio whispered, slipping his clothes on and leaving the bedroom.

Glancing back one last time before shutting the door, his eyes met Jonathan's and their gaze held. He had him, Jojo was his now. He could do whatever he wanted to this man, his brother, his lover. Dio had taken yet another thing from Jonathan. Every after this would be a piece of cake.

Chapter 1

End

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Reviews are always very appreciated, and thanks for reading!