A/N: Sorry for the horrendously long wait! I was really trying to make this chapter into exactly what I wanted, so I didn't want to write it until I was positive on how I wanted it to be, haha. Nevertheless, please enjoy!

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 3-

It hadn't been easy, and it hadn't been quick. But when Jonathan came to Dio that night in his room, told him he loved him, gave himself completely over to the man, the adoptive Joestar knew that he had won.

And it felt amazing.

Dio was very good at hiding his emotions, letting only the one's he chose surface. But even he couldn't hide the smile that was crawling at the corner of his lips. It was a controlling, possessive smile, yes, but it held a hint of pure happiness.

For the first time in his life, the smaller man was actually … happy. Everything was coming together much better than he had anticipated. And soon, so very soon, he would have everything.

"Morning, Dio!" a voice called out from behind him. It was chipper, very happy.

"My dear, Jonathan," the blond haired man's voice was light, "Good morning."

Jojo jogged briskly up to Dio's current position and slowed himself to be able to walk better beside the young man as they made their way to classes. No words were spoken between the two as they traveled, Jonathan making small greetings to others as they passed.

But it wasn't until they passed a smaller group that Jonathan, tentatively, brushed his fingers against Dio's, intertwining them sloppily. The smaller of the two men merely chuckled, "Jojo, if you wanted to hold my hand," fingers gripped together more firmly, and Dio could feel the heat from Jonathan's palms warming his own, "all you had to do was ask."

The darker haired man forced out a small laugh, clearing his throat as he did so. Red eyes turned to gaze into deep-blue ones, causing Jonathan to force his head forward and down, a large smile clearly plastered there, even through the deep crimson of the man's now reddening cheeks.

Dio couldn't hold back his own smirk as he watched Jonathan's reaction, watched the way he looked so genuinely happy with that big, dorky grin on his face. To think, this man could beg and plead dirty, dirty things to him at night, and act naïve and innocent during the day.

However, neither man was prepared when they heard an almost silent gasp in front of them. Turning his head to the source nonchalantly, Dio's smile almost increased two-fold.

It was Erina.

The larger man's voice immediately caught in his throat, fingers losing their grip in Dio's hand as they tried to squirm away. The lighter haired man, however, would be having none of that.

"Oh, Erina," Dio's voice hummed with venom, a fake happiness clinging to her name, "So good to see you this morning! And, oh, come now, Jonathan, don't be rude."

Jonathan's fingers continued their dance in Dio's tight grip, face becoming even redder, voice obviously failing him as he didn't say a single word.

"Don't worry," the adoptive Joestar continued, sun now gleaming off of his teeth, brightening his wicked grin, "He's just shy."

Patting the defeated hand with his free one, Dio pulled Jojo with him as they walked past Erina. The deep crimson of Dio's eyes never leaving the clear, blue ones of Erina's.

His etched with a twisted humor, hers colored with a sick sense of dread and fear.

-x-o-x-

Jonathan was silent the rest of the way to classes, but Dio didn't mind. The smaller man did so love causing Jojo mental anguish and the like, but doing it to other people was almost sweeter. The fear, the pain, the betrayal, the disgust. It was always so easy to read the emotions of others through their expressions, and Dio was the master of doing so.

And considering he caused the plethora of emotions, it was even more satisfying to see them in person. Especially when it came to Erina, whom he harbored an extreme hatred for. Down to her core, her sickeningly sweet core, Dio detested everything she was. Her entire existence was repulsive to the young man. But knowing that her anger and rage and everything else she poured forth through her gaze earlier was caused by him was so incredibly worth it.

Even as he took notes, the light haired man's concentration was not there in the classroom. He wanted Jonathan, needed Jonathan. And oh, how he longed to fill his mind with doubt later. About thoughts of Erina and how awful she was, about how much of a naughty boy he was being, trying to halt their hand holding.

And he paid no mind to his fellow classmates as he left for rugby practice that afternoon. Tormenting Jojo there would be very satisfying.

But upon making it to the locker rooms, he noticed his brother's locker was empty. No school bag, no proper school attire, nothing.

"Yeah, it's strange," Dio heard one of his more unsightly teammates saying, "He left with that girl pretty early, didn't even tell me where he was going."

"Weird, that's not like Jonathan to skip practice."

Dio's heart caught in his chest. Breath halted in his throat as he continued to listen, teeth beginning to grind together tightly.

"But did you see her?! She sure was pretty!"

"True, true! I guess I'd skip practice too if a cute thing like that was yanking on my arm, haha."

One of the locker doors slammed harshly, an intense ringing bouncing through the locker room. All conversation stopped as attention focused to the source of the sound.

"D-dio!" one of the young men gasped, "Scared me there, man! What are you do-?"

The lighter haired man's hand clamped tightly around the other players wrist, twisting it and squeezing it as soon as they contacted.

"Where did they go?" Dio's voice was angry, rough.

"W-who?!"

"Jonathan," the livid man nearly screamed, voice booming.

"He, ah! He went towards the river!"

And in a flash, Dio was out of the room. His legs carrying him swiftly as he made his way to his destination. Elbows removing anyone who was in his path.

"How dare she," red eyes burned with intent, eyebrows drawn together dangerously, "That bitch … that bitch!"

-x-o-x-

"Please, Jonathan!" Erina's voice was frantic as she continued to pull Jonathan with her as she spoke in a high pitched whisper, eyes darting around everywhere, fearful, "Please, Jonathan, I …!"

"Erina," Jojo pleaded, trying to get her to slow down and explain herself, "You have to tell me what's wrong. Please! Where are you taking me?"

The young woman spun herself around within that instant and clung desperately to Jonathan's shirt, tears forming in her eyes. And as she gripped to his clothes, fingers threatening to tear the fabric, Erina's voice squeaked out a quiet, "You have to stay away from Dio."

Jonathan could only stare dumbfounded at Erina as she continued to plead and beg. Finally, he grabbed her wrists lightly and withdrew her hands from his chest, bringing them down between them.

"Why, Erina?" the young Joestar began, trying to keep the woman calm, "What happened with Dio?"

Catching her breath, the air around them seemed almost too still as it held an eery silence. Even the river seemed oddly quiet as Erina wiped the forming tears from her eyes, determined to tell Jonathan what was on her mind.

However, her voice stayed nearly silent as she finally continued, "Please, Jonathan, I … I don't know what Dio's up to, but … there's something wrong with him. Something really, really wrong with him!"

Jonathan's eyes stared with worry at Erina, not being able to predict what she was going to say. But he was scared. He cared for Dio more than anyone else in the world. It had happened fast and it had happened hard. And he knew his adoptive brother had ill intentions, knew he wasn't the kindest person … but there was something about him that Jonathan adored and wanted desperately to protect.

The way Erina was acting, however …

"He's going to hurt you, he's-!"

"I'm going to what, Erina?" the voice seared through the already uneasy atmosphere, causing the young blonde haired woman to scream and grab desperately to Jonathan's chest once again.

He could feel her shaking against him, feel her tears staining his shirt, feel the absolute fear in her situation. It was making him nervous, and Jonathan, too, began to shake as well.

Dio's boots crunched roughly over the dirt rode as he made his way down the hill and through the grass to the river bank where the two were standing. His voice held no laughter, no mocking. As he spoke, it was dark, almost evil as it seemed to chill the very air around him.

"I'm going … to ... what?" the question was posed again, but this time, Dio had wrenched Erina away from Jonathan, hand wrapped tightly around the girl's throat. Fingers wasted no time in gripping tightly, immediately cutting off air supply.

Jonathan leaped quickly into action, however, and wrapped his arms around Dio's shoulders, yanking his brother away from the young woman and successfully causing him to lose his grip and release her.

Dio, however, didn't squirm in Jojo's arms as he continued to pierce the girl was his gaze, his expression even angrier than when he had first shown up.

Her throat struggled to take in air, causing her to cough immediately when the coolness ran around the pained interior of her wind pipe. Yet almost foolishly, she found the words to speak.

"Leave, ah … leave Jonathan alone."

Dio's eyebrows narrowed dangerously for a mere moment before he broke out into uproariously laughter.

"And why would I want to do that?" Dio hissed the last word as a command, eyes wide and frantic as his mouth formed into a devilish grin.

"You're going to hurt him!" Erina screamed, trying to negate the sounds of the other man's laughter, "I don't know how or when, but … but you're going to hurt him! M-maybe even kill him!"

"Kill him?" the deep voice repeating, mocking, "But Erina, why would I want to kill the man I love?"

The silence that filled the air was heavy.

"L-love …"

Dio's laughter continued once again, releasing himself from Jonathan's grasp and making his way slowly over towards the small woman who looked even tinier from her spot on the ground, clutching her legs to her chest, eyes wide as she stared at the ground.

"You couldn't … possibly … no, no ..."

"Oh, Erina," the lighter haired man's charm was back, voice regaining it's cocky air of dominance, "Did you think he loved you? How very sad."

"He doesn't love you," Erina's voice hissed out, standing up shakily, but nevertheless, keeping her eyes fixed firmly on Dio, "How could he? You're a monster."

"Stop it," Jonathan's voice was quiet, shaking.

"Oh, a monster, am I? You're the one who dragged him out here, trying to fill his head with lies. Just admit it, Erina. You're jealous! As you should be. Because you're not the one who has him in your bed every night. Moaning, screaming your name in absolute pleasure!"

"Liar! How could I ever be jealous of something as disgusting and hateful as you?!"

"Stop it … now," the darker haired man's voice was louder now, but still lost to the torrent of insults.

"Erina, just accept it! You're a lonely, hateful shrew! Jonathan will never love you, and how could he? Someone so plain and boring and pathetic as you. He deserves so much better. Like, say … me."

"I would hate to win whatever contest presented you as my prize, Dio!"

"Stop it!"

Jojo's shout rang out loudly, voice bellowing, causing the two blonde haired youths to turn towards him sharply, mouths hung agape slightly.

"Both of you," the young Joestar continued, expression angry as his eyes narrowed and fists clenched together. His chest rose and fell harshly as he breathed, trying with all his might to not let his emotions get the better of him, "I am not a thing, and I am no one's property."

"Well, no one thinks you are, darling," Dio tried to interject, only to be silenced by his brother.

"Then stop treating me like I am!"

The command was stern as Jonathan held firm, breath now coming out in quick gasps between clenched teeth.

"Jonathan, I … I just want to help you!" Erina added meekly, voice timid.

"I don't need your help," the larger man replied, turning from both of them, "I just … I don't want anyone … to help me."

"Jonathan, please!"

The slap connected before anyone could fathom what was going on. Erina was forced back, eyes wide, as she held both hands to her quickly reddening cheek. No one spoke a word as Jonathan kept his arm outstretched, hand held in a firm, open position.

The young Joestar pulled his hand close to his chest, eyes wide. He stared at his hand, felt the small throbbing on the back of his palm. And he began to feel the anger returning to him again, building up in his chest, threatening to release itself.

Dio just happened to be on the receiving end this time.

"Well, well!" the adoptive Joestar's voice was crisp, malicious as it spoke, "Looks like Jonathan has made his choice."

But when he tried to take Jojo's hand in his for the second time that day, the other man simply shoved him away, backing away with heavy feet.

"No," Jonathan's voice was shaking again, "Don't … touch me. I don't want … you to touch me."

"Jojo," Dio's voice trailed off as he watched the man turn his back on him.

It was in that instant that Dio felt truly, honestly afraid. His world was beginning to crumble around him. Everything he worked for, everything he was working towards. Shaping Jonathan into something perfect, molding him precisely … it was falling apart. And his heart ached deeply as he watched this man, his lover, walk away from him, deny him his affections. And he couldn't believe it.

Jonathan's fist shot out and punched the drying bark of a tree, causing the tree to quake and leaves to fall briskly to the ground. Before anyone could say another word, the larger man took off running. And it wasn't until he was out of sight before Dio reacted at all.

His own fists clenching now, Dio turned sharply to where Erina had been standing. But her face wasn't even concentrating on Dio. It was simply staring at the ground, skin pale as tears fell gingerly from her eyes as she continued to hold her cheek, not saying a word.

Dio wanted to kill her, wanted to beat her lifeless corpse into the ground, drown her in the river, make her scream useless words of apology … but he didn't.

Instead, his knees gave way and he fell towards the earth. And he watched over the path Jonathan had taken, replaying in his mind over and over from the very moment Jonathan, his dearest brother, his lover, his everything in this world … had walked away from him.

"Damn it," fists slammed hard into the soft grass beside the river bank, making a dull thud, "Damn it."

Chapter 3

End

A/N: Cliffhanger! But the next wait won't be as long, I promise, haha. Thank you so much for reading! As always, reviews are super appreciated, and I hope you're continuing to enjoy!