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Jotaro has no idea how long he has been standing there. He should have returned long ago, nothing good can come from lurking around the human world for too long. It’s a land with no law, where any creature can come and go as it pleases and no matter how powerful of a demon Jotaro is, no matter how much of Hell he carries inside him, dealing with said creatures will forever be bothersome.
But he simply cannot leave.
He simply does not want to.
Because from where he stands, hidden within the woods behind a grand mansion in the outskirts of the town, he can see her clearly.
He can see her pale skin, his clawed fingers itching to touch it. He can see her vivid red hair swaying to the breeze in a delicate dance. He can see her slim figure covered in that silver dress, looking like she’d fit right in his harms. He can see her soft lips move as she whispers to the starry sky. He can see her lavender eyes, eyes that he craves to have on him.
She’s a Star. She should be in the sky with her many siblings, not in the mortal world, imprisoned in flesh and blood. Some selfish asshole must be preventing her from going back by twisting their wish so she’ll never be able to realize it.
Jotaro’s blood boils when he thinks about it.
But he can’t help his hypocrisy.
He wants her for himself too.
Noriaki desperately wants to go back to her siblings.
She has always been fascinated by the human world, and has spent countless night dreaming about living among humanity. But she never wanted to do it this way. Being a prisoner of a greedy bastard, a toy to be shown off, a particularly pretty bird to keep inside a golden cage so people can comment on its feathers.
She hates this. She hates her prison of flesh.
Right now there is a party on full swing inside the mansion, so she finds herself hiding on the balcony of her room. Looking up at her millions of siblings brings her peace. A small breath of relief, ephemeral like a rose.
It’s only when she lets out yet another heavy sigh and leans on the railing that she notices him.
Noriaki immediately recognizes what he is. How could she not? When his eyes burn the darkness away, seafoam beacons watching her intently? When two black horns sit on top of his head together with his black hair? When streaks of hellish energy shine lowly, sprawled on his arms and exposed chest, disappearing under his pants, like snakes or perhaps veins of fluorescent blood?
A shiver goes down her spine. He is a Demon, a powerful one, and he certainly already knows what she is. Danger should be in the air around them, she should turn around and run, perhaps even seek refuge in the presence of that disgusting blond…
However, she feels no fear. The fear that should have taken care of her doesn’t come, and her quick mind understands that it had not been a shiver of fear but of something else.
Something akin to want.
Jotaro watches as the Star takes a good look at him.
He expects her to run, being pleasantly surprised when instead she leans even further on the railing. Goosebumps appear on his skin as he understands the wanting, the craving in her eyes.
He approaches, slowly, letting her see the entirety of his humanoid form. His wings quiver, he has not enough presence of mind to tell if it is because of the gelid night breeze or the feelings bubbling inside him.
Doesn’t matter anyways, as he takes impulse and flies to her. She takes a step back when he lands on the sturdy railing of the balcony, not out of fright but of surprise.
She’s even more breathtaking from up close.
He raises his hand, slowly. Every move he makes is drenched in craving , yet he takes care to be as slow as possible. Gentle. Unthreatening. Stars are not as fragile as humans, but she is now beyond just a Star. He wants her. He wants her more than he has ever wanted any.
So he raises his hand, slowly, palm to her, and waits, relishing in the attention of lavender eyes.
She approaches, raising her own hand to meet his. Her fingers map out his skin gently, her own flesh so cold it burns his. Their fingers finally intertwines, and Jotaro lets out a breath he had not registered holding. A pleased shiver shakes him, barely but still, when the Star closes her eyes with a pleased expression, as if savouring the touch.
Savouring the connection.
Noriaki cannot resist. She brings her other hand to the Demon’s face, sweetly caressing his cheek as her eyes focus on him again.
He is so beautiful.
His strong jaw and full lips and deep eyes and just him.
Even his energy, his aura, for all the destruction and power it holds, is gorgeous.
He is a Demon, a damned creature that hungers for flesh, yet he leans on her touch promptly, much like an affectionate puppy. His skin burns, a reminder of where he comes from and who he answers to, but it does not hurt. No, he isn’t even holding himself back from hurting her, she can tell. The mere idea of actively hurting her doesn’t even cross his ocean eyes.
He’s endearing.
Noriaki isn’t sure when the Demon sat down on the railing, instead of crouching, nor how he did it while still holding her hand, but she’s tremendously aware of how close their bodies get, her waist slipping between his thighs, her breasts brushing his naked chest. They’re breathing of the same air, his eyes drowning her in maddening desire. She feels like she’s on fire and wants to burn more.
Mesmerized by what they share, she’s barely able to notice the slight trembling of her lips against his. Who leaned in first? Who knows? What does it matter?
Noriaki doesn’t bother thinking about it, just lets herself fall into trance.
And is she truly the one in trance, when everything he sees, hears and feels is her?
Is she truly the one in trance, when his hand trembles around her waist, bringing her closer, a gentle touch reserved for the most precious only?
Is she truly the one in trance, when his eyes cannot leave hers, soul drowning in rich byzantinum?
Is she truly the one in trance, when their eyes close and time stops and the world holds its breath and the Universe watches in anticipation as they get lost in their kiss?
It is hard to separate his lips from hers, borderline painful. The confused look she gives him when he lets go of her lips and her hand is a dagger to his heart, but he must do this. He must confirm what he already suspected: She is made for his embrace. His arms circle her, and there is nowhere else in the Universe she fits better.
She feels it too, eyes softening and smile resurfacing. It makes the second kiss a bit harder to maintain, but her smile is something he cherishes. The third kiss is more frantic, wild. Not desperate, but certainly urgent.
It’s addicting, the sensation of being together.
It’s their first meeting, they know not the other, yet they fit together without question.
They should not. She is a Star, he is a Demon. They are not supposed to ever met, much less mingle.
And yet.
And yet the mere thought of never meeting turns the kiss slightly sour, then increasingly sweeter, for they did in fact meet.
With every gently movement, every gentle caress, every gentle sound— gentle is not a word Jotaro would have given himself the luxury of using before—, the Demon invites the Star to explore and take whatever she so desires. To her, Jotaro is open. The truest face of him, offered only to her and her kisses.
For she is his and he is hers, there is no other truth.
Noriaki allows him to conquer her without fight, feeling as his searing lips light her neck of fire with each kiss.
A moan escapes her, hands lost in the thick mop of black hair, fingers brushing the base of her Demon’s horns.
Before, she had not cared for the body keeping her in this world, resenting it like a prison, a shackle linking her to her tormentor. But now she relishes on it. It is maddening to have him here, to give him herself and to take himself for her, and she’s eager to fall in this ineffable insanity.
Sadly, she’s stopped by the voice of the insulting vermin playing the role of her jailer. He’s looking for her, the wine finally having let him notice the lack of her in the party.
She feels anger rising inside her, eyes closing as a snarl reaches her ears. A deep growl follows, making her eyes snap open. Her dear Demon glares at the door behind her, wings quivering with rage, fangs pushing down his lower lip. She can feel his claws on her waist, and how they tremble in the effort to not attack her tormentor.
Noriaki cups his face gently. She cannot leave and both of them know that. Not while she’s bond to that ludicrous fool.
The last kiss they share is calm. Savouring. Cherishing. A promise.
Dio finds her alone in the balcony, watching the stars.
“Who were you with?”
“I was alone. Perhaps the wine is stronger than you realize.”
He throws her a sharp glare under his blond bangs. Pathetic. He had not scared her until now, and he certainly wouldn’t start now. Now Noriaki has a hellhound looking after her.
“Come inside, the party hasn’t reached its end yet.”
Dio leaves without waiting for an answer, probably knowing she would not give him one.
Disgusting little man, looking down on everyone and everything, even a Star such as herself. Wishing for more than he deserves, wishing for a non-human servant, wishing a wish he knew she cannot do anything but oblige. Wishing for her to be his.
She will never.
“Come soon.” She whispers to the shadows, knowing her plead will reach his ears, and follows after the blond, throwing her siblings one last longing look.
Jotaro breathes heavily against the cold wall, hiding in the shadows of the mansion.
Her taste lingers on his lips, every lick making him crave her kisses more and more. Her whispered plea reaches his ears, his eyes closing so he can imagine she instead stands by his side, not inside a house filled with vermins. He sinks down, mindful of his wings as his back slips on the wall, sitting on the harsh ground.
His skin still tingles. His blood boils. His breathing has not returned to normal. Perhaps it shall never.
A smile comes to his face.
No wonder humans chase happiness so much.
That is what he wants to do. Chase her, take her away, take her with him.
She is his beloved Star.
Not yet, he thinks, getting up, not yet.
Soon, he promises, as soon as possible.
Jotaro closes his eyes one last time, sighing deeply, already missing her touch, already craving her presence. He leaves with a promise of reunion.