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The atmosphere felt icy, despite the warm sun beaming through the open window. Joseph’s blood ran cold as he felt the need to look toward the silhouette that blocked the ray of the resting sun.
“ N-no.. you’re not meant to be-.. You can't be here.. “, Joseph let out a shaky breath.
There was Caesar Antonio Zeppeli in all his beauty, seeing his blond hair once again was like a taunt to Joseph. His beloved friend who sacrificed himself, is now standing in front of him once again.
The Joestar didn’t know if he should cry his heart out for the joy he's feeling, or to wep because his friend he knew was no longer among the living.
Caesar leaped down from the window, slowly walked as if gliding.
Joseph adjusted his foot back, unsure if this ‘person’ was really who he thought it was.
“ JoJo.. “, Caesar’s voice muttered below a whisper, still continuing to Joseph’s direction. His arms out like an angel, ready to embrace the Taller.
The Joestar’s legs backed up against the bedframe, causing him to lose his balance and fall back onto the mattress. Blankets cling on to Joseph, as he continued to wail his arms trying to peel sheets off himself.
The bed shifted unevenly to a foreign weight. Joseph lifted his head to catch a glance of the Zeppeli climbing onto the bed, then felt the weight of the man on him.
As everything settled, JoJo stared in amazement. It really was Caesar, it felt so real. His deep colored olive eyes, paired with his golden locks of hair. No way, it could not be him.
The shorter man reached out his hands, Joseph hicked at Caesar’s touch.
His palms stung cold to his cheek, no warmth remained. As Caesar locked eyes with Joseph, his began to sweat with tears.
“ JoJo.. you arrogant bastard. “, the Zeppeli sunk his head down, leaning into the man below.
The Joestar placed his hands onto the others back, Caser’s muscles tensed up. Shirt moist from the other’s tears, his breaths shallow and quiet.
Caesar lifted himself up to face the man below himself, shoulders hunched, eyes red, and puffy.
Joseph held onto Caesar tightly, he already lost him once, not again.
If he had the choice.. Never..
“ C-Caesar.. I’m sorry, i..i shouldn’t have, I DIDN’T- “, The Zeppeli placed two of fingers onto the Joestar’s lip, jestering him that he said enough.
" You don't have to explain yourself.. I already know. ", Caesar's familiar arua made Joseph's heart flutter.
“ Plus, if you were there.. You probably would’ve gotten in the way, JoJo. “, “ HA?!.. What's that meant to mean? “, Joseph glared at Caesar intensely, in response he scoffed.
“ What’s so funny, eh? “, the mood seemed brighter with every small remark they threw at each other.
“ Despite it all.. You’re still your same short tempered self..”, Caesar's mouth folded into a small grin.
Joseph studied the man that sat on his stomach, slowing sitting up. Until their faces are mure inches apart from each other.
JoJo looked steadily into his green pale eyes, still the same glimmering shade as the first day he looked into them. Feeling the soft gentle gusts of the other’s breath. Close together, again.
The sound of both of their hearts beating rapidly could be audible.
“JoJo..”, Caesar purred his name, as he tilted his head, leaning in.
Brushing his lips against the Taller, before completely connecting. They both brawled with their tongues, fighting for dominance. Joseph slowly pushed Caesar down onto the mattress, submitting to the other, putting him on his back.
Zeppeli below locked his legs around the Joestar's waist, twitching his hips with every stimulation.
“ Joseph.. There! “, Caesar gasped with a tone higher than his usual, a trail of saliva linked their mouths to one another.
Joseph's hand traces along down to Caesar’s waist, the fabric heats with the movement of his bodies. His fingers then hook onto the Shorter’s belt, stopping his haste.
“ Ha.. h.. P-please.. “, Caesar's eyelashes flutter with every word he groans, face discovering new shades of red. JoJo does as the other wishes, slinking off his jeans, throwing them aside.
“ J-JoJo.. I一wait... “, the Zeppeli voice drifted, hesitant, Joseph sensed he was holding back.
“ Caesarino, go on.. Spill your deepest fear, and dreams into me. “, Joseph nuzzled his face between Caesar's pecs, voice grumbling with desire.
“ L-listen.. cause I'm only gonna say this once, understand? “, his voice, velvet soft.
“ I'll wait for you, Amor. “
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Joseph, now ninety eight years old, when he woke up from that lucid dream. One of the members of the speedwagon foundation is sitting in the corner, waiting patiently for Joseph's next move.
The Joestar hasn't seen those features in years.
Seventy one years to be precise.
Caesar Antonio Zeppeli was long dead. Nothing but a memory that he sang in his head over, and over.
A tiny Italian performer in his brain, tuning his voice before going on stage once more.