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Narancia slept soundly next to his boyfriend, hugging the pillow as Giorno spooned him. The blonde lay awake next to him, unable to sleep. He hadn’t felt tired in a few days, now that he thought about it. It wasn’t insomnia per say, more that he just didn’t feel the need to.
Although he has felt rather ravenous lately. It was beginning to scare him. He found himself getting lost in the scent of Narancia’s neck, struggling to resist his impulses. How tempted he was to sink his teeth into the older boy’s flesh.
Breaking open the warm, tempting flesh to steal even a lick of the addicting, irony, yet saccharine nectar sealed inside. To get another lick of it would be heavenly. He could perhaps drain it into a cup and drink it with a straw, though drinking it from the source is a much better option.
But to do either would involve killing Narancia. To watch his warm bronze skin fade to a cold, pale shade, or watch his gleaming purple irises lose their shimmer and color, losing the last bit of humanity either of them can cling on to. That, to Giorno, is a fate worse than death via starvation.
Those thoughts tore at him, terrorized him every night, as did his desires. Yet, he couldn’t eat any normal food. It all tasted awful. He desperately needed to feed, but on what? He couldn’t stomach the murder of an innocent animal, and he couldn’t hurt those he cared about.
Perhaps this is a fate suited for those who cross passione? Yeah, that would suffice. Drug dealer blood is going to have to sustain him for now. Forever, even.
Maybe when Narancia nears his deathbed, can he finally inject his venom. He’ll turn and be forever bound to Giorno, the way he’d want.
The pale boy traced over a particular spot in the other’s neck. The carotid artery, as he’d disovered. Filled with so much of the thick, rich liquid he so desired. He wanted to drink every last drop. But to deprive Narancia of his humanity would be depriving both of them of their happiness. He knew that the older boy wouldn’t forgive him for it, that the gang would resent him, and that he wouldn’t forgive himself for it.
The raven-haired boy stirred underneath his touch, smiling as his eyes struggled open. “Mm… mornin’ Gio.” He greeted, rubbing his eyes and caressing his boyfriend’s cheek. “Holy shit man, you’re freezing!” He yelped, quickly snatching his hand away.
Giorno couldn’t answer, he instead kissed Narancia’s cheek and held his waist as he snuggled into his chest. “Maybe cause you always hog the blanket.” He teased. His attempt at humor went under-appreciated though, as the other boy retained his worried tone. “Yeah but, you’re like a fuckin ice sculpture, man. Baby, you feel, like, dead. It’s scaring me.”
Giorno chuckled again. “As you can see, I’m very much alive.” He stroked the boy’s head and kissed his cheek once more. “Although, I guess I’ve been feeling rather sick lately. My head’s been hurting a bit, and I’ve lost my appetite.” He added.
Narancia pouted. “Well uhh… I can make you some soup! And give you medicine! I don’t know what kind though.”
Giorno smiled. “It’ll go away, Nara. I promise.” He felt bad lying to his boyfriend, but at least it put the other at ease. “Okay… can we at least get up?” He asked, leaving the bed and offering his hand to Giorno. “Of course. Give me a sec though, you just go make breakfast.” He said, caressing Narancia’s knuckles.
“But you know how to cook! I don’t!” He pouted again, playfully this time. Giorno groaned. “Nara, I’m really not feeling the best.” “Alright, I guess I can learn.” Narancia complied. He kissed his boyfriend’s frigid hands, then went off to the bathroom to brush his teeth.
Giorno followed after, kissing Narancia’s cheek as they passed each other. Letting the water run, he pondered his current situation. On one hand, he wanted to sprinkle kisses all over his boyfriend’s neck. On the other, he wanted to tear it open and drink his life away.
It pained him greatly. The mere thought of hurting the love of his life, let alone killing him, was horrid. Yet the potential payoff was so alluring. He couldn’t stop thinking about the taste. He hadn’t exactly tasted blood before, but he assumed it was pleasant based on how much he craved it.
He could still see himself in the mirror though. There must’ve been some humanity left in him! However, upon inspection, he noticed his new set of growing fangs. Sharp enough to lacerate delicate bronze skin, unleashing scarlet fluid for him to feast on.
Was Giorno that cruel? Could he really be like his father? The cruel piece of shit that tormented and manipulated those he only pretended to love? Was that the kind of guy Giorno was? It couldn’t be possible. After all, he and Narancia fell deeply in love with one another. There’s no way that bundle of sunshine would fall for a vile monster. He had to have some redeeming qualities.
Still, a desperate desire to kill his boyfriend was too horrifying to simply gloss over. Maybe he’d just tell him? Hope they break up and keep him safe?
That seemed like a good option, but the look on Narancia’s face would be too tragic to bear.
Giorno slammed his fist on the counter. ‘Why is this so damn hard? Overthinking is so fucking useless. Why am I doing it!?’
He eventually finished and headed down to meet his boyfriend, who was struggling to open the egg carton. Amused, the blonde chuckled and walked towards him. “Gio! Uhh… help? Please? I kinda… can’t open the fuckin eggs.” He grunted. Giorno easily opened it, shooting Narancia a smug look.
“Don’t look at me like that! You picked the stupid plastic one with like, 2 layers! Why does it have 2 of them!? Where’re they gonna go!?” He rambled, earning a laugh from the other.
“You’re so cute, Nara.” He planted a kiss on his cheek and sat at the table. The boy softly smiled to himself. “Shut up.” He giggled out, cracking an egg into the still-cold pan.
“Baby,” Giorno began. “Hm?” Nara responded. “You need to turn the stove on. And butter the pan.” He instructed.
“I told you I dunno how to do this shit! Help!” He begged. Playfully rolling his eyes, Giorno got up and wrapped his arms around the smaller boy’s waist. “I love you.” He proclaimed with a smile. The boy smiled back and let out an appreciative hum.
After gently kissing Narancia’s neck, Giorno grabbed the butter from the fridge and turned on the stove. Together, they completed breakfast, earning a big smile from Narancia.
“Damn, you really do this for me every day?” Narancia’s eyes gleamed as he looked up at his boyfriend. Giorno nodded. Narancia kissed his frigid cheeks and held him close. “I couldn’t imagine doing this all the time. You really are a sweet dude.” He declared.
“I do my best.” He chuckled, stroking his raven hair. He peppered gentle kisses onto Narancia’s neck, then lingered, breathing down Narancia’s collarbone.
Giorno clawed into the smaller man’s waist, soliciting a yelp from him. “Shit, Narancia I’m so sorry-“ Narancia backed away once his lover freed his hands. “It’s fine babe. It hurts though.” He forgave as he held his sides.
Giorno tenderly held Narancia, calming down the other. He kissed his cheek once more, then let him go. “Wanna do something to make up for it?” Narancia cheekily asked, cupping Giorno’s cheeks with a grin. “You know I’d love to, but I’m really not feeling like myself.” He denied. To his surprise, Narancia didn’t contest. “Ah well, we could’ve played ddr together. Buuuut, I guess I’ll just meet Mista at the arcade instead.” He replied.
“Well, I could play ddr with you, but then I’d vomit all over you.” He teased. “Nooo! Now I’m definitely going with Mista.” He assured, kissing his boyfriend and going to their room to get dressed.
Giorno’s smile quickly faded. He truly loved Narancia, and knew the man loved him, but the looming threat terrified the blonde. Just how long could Giorno keep his composure? How long would it be until he claimed his lover?
“I’m heading out! Love you baby!” Narancia called out, interrupting the don’s thoughts as the smaller man quickly ran to his beloved and held him tight. “I love you too, caro.” Giorno cooed, stroking the other’s back.
He then broke away from him, grabbed his phone and keys, then ran out with a goofy grin on his face.
The now frowning man let out a sigh and sat in his study as he pulled out a book.
‘Vampirism; understanding the occult’
He’s not sure when or how he obtained this book. It looked cartoonishly edgy; like a replica necronomicon with a few more pentagrams. It looked more like a gothic diary than it did a legitimate article. Why was he researching this again?
He turned to the photo on the desk, adjusting the frame to face him.
He met with the sight of Narancia’s adorable smile, messy black hair framing his round cheeks as he held up a peace sign. One of his arms wrapped around the taller boy. Giorno looked at his past self; He kissed the temple of his boyfriend as he too held up a peace sign, per Narancia’s request of course.
He must’ve been about 18 then. He looked so happy, even if he wasn’t too fond of stopping for a photo at the time.
The gang’s trip to Polnareff Land.
He remembered how Narancia begged Bucciarati for weeks to take them there. It was adorable hearing his cute pleas. The look on his face once he got his wish was still cherished by Giorno.
Giorno sighed, remembering now the answer to his question.
Desperation