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Dio Brando was never a fan of displays of affection. No stolen kisses, no hugs, no interlocking hands. He shows his love in more intimate ways, however, there were days when he would let Jonathan slip between his legs and lie on his chest to read a book or just rest, and today was one of those miraculous days.
They had already eaten and were silent now, but it was a comfortable silence where only the flipping of the pages of the book Jonathan was reading and the clink of the wine bottle against the crystal glass could be heard. Oh, and the noise of the ice every time Dio put the blood bag back in place.
Blood diluted with wine, his favorite aperitif.
"Do you plan to continue drinking?"
"Would you rather me bite you?" He replied amused as a sly smile appeared on his face.
He received a weary sigh in response, looked at the mixture and shook it a bit, shaking the glass and then taking a long sip as his free hand continued to draw circles on Jonathan's pelvis.
"Anyway, it's not just wine," he exclaimed as he put the glass on the table so he could subtly hug the man who was lying on his naked torso. He rested his chin on her head and closed his eyes as he inhaled the scent of apple shampoo that came off that mat of curly hair. He looked down and observed the contrast of his pale hands against the olive skin of the abs of the one who was still immersed in reading his book. Dio did not want to bother him and it is that he in a certain way comforted him to see him in peace, he felt that these small acts were a way to redeem himself before the hellish past that he had put him through when they were younger.
Dio opened his eyes heavily, turbulent memories were beginning to creep into his mind. Maybe Jonathan had forgiven him, but he had not forgiven himself and never would. He needed to distract himself and almost without realizing it, his hands traveled up the broad toned arms to begin massaging them, his head went straight to the left ear to nibble on the lobe. He could feel Jonathan tense beneath him and the skin on his back bristling at the contact of his mouth with that sensitive part of the ear.
"Giorno is sleeping," he said with his eyes closed as he closed the book and put it on the nightstand.
"Mmh ..."
"We can wake him up ..."
"We won't, we will be silent" he said with a certain tone of amusement in his voice, his fangs began to appear through the mischievous smile that was forming, a smile that vanished after hearing... laughs? "Did you hear that?" But Jonathan was looking at the door of them room. Yes he did, he thought.
"I didn't hear anything," he said with nervousness in his voice, as soon as he realized that Dio was watching him. He slipped out of the blond's grasp leaving him puzzled but he pulled his arm to get him to pay attention "Come to me"
"I heard some laughs, didn't you?"
"Surely he's watching a movie, now come with me"
"You weren't worried about him waking up?"
"Mmh ... We can be quiet" a slight blush came over his face.
Dio wasn't entirely convinced but he was motivated enough to stick with what he had in mind. Like a cat, he crawled across the bed until he reached the brunette's warm lips.
Bottle noises.
The blonde broke the kiss looking again towards the door of the room, Jonathan quickly took him by the neck to continue the kiss and with a brusque movement positioned Dio under him.
"I'm going to see what happens, get off JoJo"
"No, leave him alone," he said, applying pressure to his crotch with his knee. Dio closed his eyes but quickly regained his composure again.
"Don't get on his side, it's late and he's bothering. The night before he did the same, I was filing papers from the chamber of lawyers all day and he was being noisy, he did not let me rest. What if you come back from an archaeological expedition and want to rest and the brat is bothering you?" He claimed with annoyance.
"What? None of that happened now, you just want to go out and have an argue with him because you love stressing him" At this point Jonathan was already tidying the room, a consequence of his nervousness while Dio watched him annoyed from the bed. He bit so hard on his tongue not to answer him that he could feel the taste of his own blood in his mouth.
He was going to keep in silence until a knock was heard in the hallway. He quickly put on the robe that was folded at the foot of the bed and went straight to open the bedroom door to see what was happening. He heard Jonathan yell at him to wait a minute and oh, he already understood why.
"You ..." he spat in disgust.
"S-sir I ..."
The door to Giorno's room swung open to reveal a shirtless teenager with wild hair. The happiness he carried was shattered when he witnessed the scene in front of his eyes: Mista being pulled by the arm by his father while a bottle of wine spilled the contents all over the carpet.
"Do you like my wine?!" He yelled as the grip on the brunette's arm tightened, digging his nails into the skin.
"Father, let him go!" Giorno shouted. This can't be happening.
"Gio, what's all that noi...?" Fugo was left in the middle of the sentence when red eyes fixed on him.
Dio abruptly released Mista causing the other to rub his arm. With a thunderous bang he opened the door to his son's bedroom, revealing a boy with an ugly hairstyle dancing in his boxer shorts while another pair of young men tried to smother their laughter in pillows. The older ones noticed his presence and tried to take more upright postures while they threw the cushions at the child who was still dancing.
"Narancia stop ya" yelled the one with short hair and purple lipstick all over his face. It's not his lipstick, Dio thought.
"Huh?" When Narancia turned to the door he could feel the blood drain from his face. He backed away slowly, exclaiming a series of apologies in a very low, almost inaudible tone. Dio glared at him and surveyed the room. The whole floor was with empty bottles of his wine, the strong smell of alcohol filled his nostrils especially when he turned to his son, who was hidden in the arms of his other father.
"You were covering him," he blurted out annoyed.
"Don't get daddy into this!" The teenager yelled, now covered with a pink blanket to cover his naked chest.
"Don't yell at me! How dare you?!" He came forward annoyed to take his arm but Jonathan stopped him.
"That's enough, tomorrow we'll talk about this now just ... Sort everything and go to sleep." the last one referring to his son.
"Go to sleep? Will you let all these guys stay in our house?" He asked, throwing a look of indignation at his partner, a look that was answered but with eyes full of calm and resignation. A calm ocean trying to turn off an abrasive fire.
"It's too late, I'm not going to let them go alone."
"Sure ..." he answered with a wry smile. "You can't let a couple of drunk and underage boys be seen wandering the streets of London, right Haruno?"
His green eyes snapped open when he heard how his father had framed him with his dad. Although he had warned him that his friends were coming home, but he never mentioned alcohol.
"What? Giorno, where did you get the alcohol? You promised me you weren't going to do it" his voice loaded with disappointment from him.
"You see, your beloved son is a damn liar and his friends are thieves because they stole my bottles of wine"
"Shut up!" He replied. "Dad, I'm sorry, I won't let his happen again ..."
"I'll make them coffee," he cut him off.
Jonathan separated from Giorno, leaving him alone with his father and a Mista huddled in the corner of the stairs observing the situation, with shame he handed him the bottle of wine that he had gone to get from the wine cellar in the living room. This act was reciprocated with a small warm smile from the older man.
Giorno stared sadly at the floor as his feet dampened with the spilled wine. He felt really bad because one thing was get in an argue with his father, which was something that happened often but another was argue with his dad. While it was fun to get into an argue with Father sometimes and make him angry on purpose, it was not fun with Dad. Many times Giorno incriminated his Father's behavior just to be able to laugh at him while his Dad corrected his bad educacion, like that time Dio broke the gardener's lawn mower on purpose so that he would hurt himself and could drink his blood more easily, action that caused him a big problem. But causing trouble to Dad didn't give him any kind of satisfaction.
"Go find something to clean the floor," Dio said, already bored with the situation.
Once he heard the door to his parents' room close, he looked at Mista sadly, nodding his head to enter the room with the others.
"Hey, sorry..."
"It's my fault," he said without looking at him. His friend nodded and entered the room, the wine bottles had disappeared and now they were inside a plastic bag.
When the little blonde finished cleaning, he entered the room and automatically everyone settled down to sleep on their respective mattresses, the music from the television had stopped playing and Narancia had put on his airplanes pajamas. A few minutes passed and Giorno's father came into the room with a tray with six cups of coffee, slices of cake, sugar, and sweetener. Narancia's face lit up at the sweet food.
"Thanks" he was the first to speak.
Jonathan didn't respond, he was really upset with the situation and didn't feel like being hospitable to his son's guests, at least not now. Once he finished serving everyone his portion of coffee and cake, he left the room without saying goodbye or saying good night, actions he had done previously on those nights when Dio was out of the country and everyone took the opportunity to go to Giorno's house.
"Shit, I feel like we broke his heart, he should have thrown us out for idiots," Fugo exclaimed, it was more of a thought out loud.
"Your father is very scary, I think my arm will be marked" Mista complained as he checked the arm again.
"You know," Abbacchio interrupted, "Giorno's father saw Narancia dance in his underpants." Bruno suppressed a laugh at the memory.
"Oh come on, don't remind me that again" yelled the boy covering his face with the blankets.
Bruno noticed that his friend was absorbed in his own thoughts, away from the current conversation so he crept to the edge of the bed and squeezed his hand tightly, whispering a "rest" and then walking away again. Giorno sighed and let dreams take over his mind. Tomorrow would be another day, maybe a better one.
Jonathan noticed that Dio was not in sight, his eyes surveyed the room and stopped in the shadow that loomed over the balcony, he crept closer and leaned on the door frame, watching him.
"Do you think I'm a bad father?" Dio asked, noticing Jonathan's presence behind him. His voice had a certain sadness.
"I think Giorno will judge that when he grows up" replied the intruder as he came up behind him to hug him and rest his cheek on his back. The guilt was not long in being present. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you anything, Haruno begged it to me, I'm sorry."
"Those guys ... I don't like them you know? Well, I don't like anyone. I would like no one to get close to Haruno but I can't do that, not with you as his father, they love you" he said as he got out of Jonathan's grip, going to the bed. "I know I acted wrong but I couldn't help it. I do not feel sorry for them, I feel sorry for you" then he lay down heavily, his head had begun to hurt.
The brunette followed him but not before closing the window, he saw how the blonde turned his back to him but he hugged him anyway, placing a kiss on the back of his neck. In another situation Dio would have complained about this double manifestation of affection, but now he only wanted a little peace and only two people could give it to him: one was his late mother and the other was Jonathan Joestar.