“Did you truly believe you could escape DIO, Elliot? I knew you were never too bright, but this is a new low for you.”
The other blonde resembled a deer caught in headlights, and it caused him to lick his lips, his tongue slow and deliberate.
“I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m not dead, hm? By the grace of my dear friend, I was able to recover fully from the fight with Jotaro. It took and embarrassing amount of time to do it, and for a while my body was marred with more scars. I lost the one on my neck, only to get a full body one on my left side. Luckily, that healed and went away, though sometimes I get the illusion of it still on my face.
He chuckled. “Though, enough about me, Elliot, let us address you. You’ve aged since I last saw your faces. You almost look older than I am now!”
———❝ WERE YOU ALWAYS SO LONG WINDED? forgive me if my face does not give away how little i care. ❞ the german bared his teeth, obviously curious about how the man survived, but never expecting an explanation. one thing he hated more than anything was the build up to an undoubtedly painful outcome. he almost wished dio still had the scar so he could have an idea of the pain he went through; how satisfying that would be.
❝ if i thought i could escape you, i would’ve done that instead of join the joestars. ❞ no, he never wanted to run, knowing the man would soon follow. his idea of a night well slept only came after killing the motherfucker who plagued his nightmares.
❝ so, this is it then — you’re going to kill me, i’m assuming? ❞ if the man was here, he’d no doubt go after jotaro and joseph next. somehow, he needed to warn them.
———KAUFMAN ALMOST WANTED TO TURN AROUND AND CURSE AT THE OBVIOUS JAB. overwhelmed beyond words, he could not manage even a slight glare at the man filling him. pace unmatched, he laid face down on the wide mattress as DIO continued to pound into his battered pussy. strange how that worked. he’d talked a big game, remarking how he would run the man dry after hours of fucking. now, it seemed as though DIO had dayson him.
❝ at this rate — you’re going to kill me… ❞ he joked, a ridiculous thought but a thought that nonetheless aroused him. to be fucked senseless like this had been a desire for some time. his wish now fulfilled by the incubus, the man wondered how far this would go and to what end?
———LISTLESS WERE HIS NIGHTS SPENT ALONE IN HIS APARTMENT, grading papers and continuing research into the murders plaguing morioh-cho. mostly, he chose to prioritize his time with lesson plans for the next day, finding little in the way of leads. a bowl of edamame at his desk, the man hadn’t even noticed it was picked clean through until a familiar voice startled him back to reality. empty green husks of soy spilled to the ground as the ceramic container followed suit, shattered into an unrecognizable mess. in an instant he was on his feet, emerald eyes wide as disks as he stared the intruder down.
❝ how—! ❞ he made no sudden movements. the vampire could end his life in an instant, they both knew it. frozen before the man even called his stand forward, he slowly backed towards the wall opposite from his window. dio was not a man he could fight alone. the only way he’d survive this was to get help, something he’d taken into account with both kujo and his grandfather. to think his little precaution would help for an unintended threat.
❝ how are you here? ❞
———There was a sort of fear that instilled itself in Dio’s presence. Any prior notion of death had hardly swayed the young man before; still, he froze at the thought of what his employer needed from him at this very late hour.
❝ It’s me. ❞ He muttered, fingers rapping on the chamber door.
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