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Perhaps one of the most exciting things about being trapped under the ocean for nearly 100 years and then resurfacing into a world which was foreign in practically every way was the social changes.
Dio had always been different. He knew from a young age that there was something strange about the way he related to people. It wasn't just his detachment from other people, as he had never really felt much in the way of affection for anyone except his late mother, it also had to do with his perception of gender.
As he reached puberty, the strangeness only seemed to manifest itself more strongly. For a long time he attributed it to his abusive father. He had never had a meaningful relationship with another man, and thus logically he yearned for some sort of male companionship in the same way he did of women. But the older he got, the more he scorned the idea that anyone, especially his deadbeat father, could have such a profound effect on him. It had to be something about him, and he wasn't sure how he felt about that.
On the one hand, he, Dio, was clearly destined to be different from everyone else. Better than everyone else. But on the other, he knew from his time on the streets that it was taboo to want to engage in any sort of intimacy with people of the same gender, and he could never become the rich and powerful man he was destined to be with such social faux pas holding him back. He did his best to shrug off the feeling and focus on his goals, namely, the destruction of the Joestar line and the inheritance of their fortune.
When he crawled up on the beach in the dead of night one hundred years later, a new pair of feet beneath him and a new world ahead of him, everything changed.
This was a world where you could be whoever you wanted to be. Certainly there were still the bigots and the traditionalists with whom Dio was familiar, but now there were people like him, people who reveled in being colorful and eccentric and in being with whomever they pleased. It took him several months to set up his stronghold in Cairo after he emerged from his coffin and had his first encounter with Enya and the arrow, but in that time, he discovered a myriad of amazing things.
The abundance of lipstick and eyeliner choices readily available to the general public were a godsend. Dio delighted in trying new colors of eyeshadow, lip gloss and lip liner at every opportunity. With the powers of his own vampirism and The World on his side, it took no time at all to procure a small fortune and a mansion to call home, and then it was time to shop.
Though he had grown accustomed to having clothes tailor made for him during his stay with the Joestars, he had never had this amount of control over his own wardrobe before, and certainly in the 1800s there had been nowhere near this range of color and materials. What's more, he had a new body to play with. Jonathan's thick thighs and toned abdominals looked just magnificent in leather pants and crop tops, and Dio took every chance available to keep Jonathan's crotch as exposed as possible to show off the outlines of what could only be described as his incredible cock. Dio had seen Jonathan's dick before, when they would change in the locker room together for rugby as teenagers, and he had to admit he had always envied its impressive girth and length. He had perhaps, in more quiet moments, even wondered what it would taste like. But now it was his, and oh did he intend to use it.
Some might assume it would be a chore constantly having to stalk down and hunt victims to maintain his impressive vampire physique, but honestly, Dio couldn't help but enjoy it. He had taken to frequenting night clubs, another fantastic feature of the 20th century, to search for prey, as he had discovered it was an excellent way to get in a quick fuck before he sucked a person dry. He also just generally enjoyed the atmosphere of clubs, the haze in the air, the rumble of the bass, the sea of bodies twisting and undulating against each other. It made it easy to slip through the crowds, searching for someone who caught his eye. Before long he would find himself with his arms around some woman, her tongue in his mouth, or grinding back against some man, the feel of his clothed erection rubbing against his ass. Invariably, the evening would end the same way, be it in a hotel room or a back alley, or even his own lair, hot flesh pressed against flesh and a chorus of soft moans turning to screams as his fingers elongated and plunged beneath his victims skin, sapping them of their lifeblood.
Strictly speaking, he didn't need to feed nearly as often as he did, nor did he need to engage in the clichéd ritual of biting into his prey's neck and sucking their fluids out with his mouth, but he enjoyed it. He liked the dancing, the sensuality of the hunt, the sex, the feeling of sinking his teeth into someone's quickened pulse. He would usually carry the body back to his mansion if he were not there already, subsequently ordering one of his underlings to dispose of it in some untraceable manner so as to keep suspicion away from himself, but sometimes, on very special nights, he would find a victim worth keeping. Worth making into one of his own.
It was on a night like this that he found himself visiting one of Cairo's lesser known male strip clubs. While Dio was as fond of the fairer sex as the next man, and equally as fond of those who found themselves somewhere in between, sometimes a man just wanted to be fucked. He had never visited this particular establishment before, but he was always looking to branch out. Too many people disappearing from the same club would draw unwanted attention, after all.
Getting into clubs, regardless of the sort, was always a breeze for the vampire. With his own good looks and Jonathan's build combined with the right accessories, anyone would let him in. He didn't even need to draw on his vampiric powers of persuasion.
Inside, the entire main room buzzed with a sensual energy. The dancers on the stage opposite the front entrance swayed and twisted erotically, some around metal poles, others by themselves. Scantily clad men carried trays around the room serving drinks to various patrons as others engaged visitors in more scandalous activities.
It was easy enough for Dio to find a seat front and center before the stage, its previous occupant more than happy to vacate it for him. Settling in the plush chair to watch the show and doing his best to ignore the lustful stares of fellow club goers who had seriptitiously watched him weave his way through the crowd, Dio leaned back to survey his options.
The man center stage was less than ideal. Too skinny, for one; Dio was in the mood to be dominated, and while he had had people of all genders, shapes and sizes, tonight he was looking for someone of a more substantial build. The man also seemed as if he wasn't really giving the dance his all, and Dio wasn't in the market for anyone who would give him less than their full dedication. While this center performer was clearly center stage for a reason, he just didn't seem to fit the bill.
Dio's eyes drifted to the left, to another man who was twirling around a pole towards upstage right. Now there was a promising specimen. He was of a body type similar to Jonathan's, all muscle but arranged in a tasteful way which drew the eye to all the right places. He was clearly a local Egyptian, his dark skin glistening under the stage lights, but his long hair, which was pulled back in a high ponytail, had been dyed a delicate shade of lilac. It matched the lipstick he wore. He twisted and swayed before the pole masterfully, his movements confident and assured but never arrogant. Dio couldn't help but be drawn to the man; there was something in the power yet precision of his movements which enticed him. It was really a shame he wasn't center stage. Clearly the club's owners had no taste. The vampire watched him with interest for a good ten minutes, until it appeared it was time for the man's break. As the bass from the ambient music faded from one song to the next, the stripper skillfully swung himself down from the pole and took a little bow before exiting to somewhere backstage. Dio saw that as his cue to mobilize. He had chosen his target.
Getting backstage was just as easy as entering the club itself, though he did have to turn on the vampire charm for this one. Seducing the bouncer took only moments once he began to exert his otherworldly influence, even with the language barrier. He then sauntered past him and into the inner workings of the club, leaving a very disappointed and very aroused doorman in his wake.
Dio began his search for his stripper, weaving through the corridors which crisscrossed the back half of the building and peering into each dressing room silently. In the third room he poked his head into, he encountered two men having rather vigorous sex on the dressing room's vanity. They didn't notice him, as they seemed rather busy, but it still brought a smirk to the vampire's face. Soon, he chided himself.
He found his man in the next room he visited. The lilac haired man was leaning over his own vanity, dutifully reapplying his winged eyeliner in the mirror. Dio couldn't help but smile at that. He was unusually fond of men with good taste in makeup.
Dio cleared his throat.
The man's head snapped around to look at him, wide brown eyes giving him the once over before saying something to him in Arabic.
"Do you speak any English?" Dio inquired lightly, leaning casually against the door frame with one hand on his hip. Though he wasn't opposed to engaging with people who couldn't understand him, it was always more fun when they could.
"Yes," the man replied, much to Dio's pleasure. "Can I help you?" He had a fairly thick accent, but seemed fluent enough.
"My name is DIO," Dio began, stepping into the room. "I was hoping to talk to you for a moment."
The man turned around slowly and leaned against the edge of the vanity.
"You can call me Vanilla Ice," he responded, hands resting on either side of him along the lip of the table. "What did you want to talk about?"
Dio smiled sincerely, revealing his unusually pointed incisors. "Vanilla Ice. Nice to meet you." Vanilla nodded politely in response, his eyes still subtly scanning Dio up and down. It was clear he liked what he saw. All the better, Dio thought.
"I was admiring your dancing on stage earlier," Dio continued. "You have an excellent sense of rhythm and incredible arm strength."
Vanilla bowed his head a little and looked down shyly. "Thank you. It takes a lot of practice." He looked up at Dio. "Do you dance?"
Dio laughed softly, but not in a patronizing way. "I've dabbled in a lot of things," he replied. "I'm better at sparring than dancing, unfortunately. I do most of my dancing for recreational purposes, so it's not nearly as clean and skilled as yours." He tucked a strand of hair which had escaped his headband back behind his ear. "I was wondering if you were done for the evening."
"I am," Vanilla nodded, watching Dio's carefully painted nails as the vampire fixed his hair. "But I wouldn't be opposed to doing other things."
Dio's smile widened, not without a hint of predatoriness to it. Excellent. He didn't even need to be the one to ask.
"Are you propositioning me?" He asked with a laugh.
Vanilla Ice looked away and said softly, "I don't often ask, but you've caught me on a good night. I would be honored if you would stay for a while."
Dio was flattered. He hadn't even needed to turn on his hypnotic vampire charm as he had with the bouncer. He stepped closer to the other man, slowly raising one hand and running his fingertips through Vanilla's hair, which was now free from its ponytail. The lilac haired man shivered in response as Dio leaned in to whisper in his ear, "I would love to."
With that, Dio shoved him back against the vanity, forcing Vanilla to bend at the knees and sit down on the countertop, his back against the mirror. Though startled, the Egyptian man didn't seem opposed to this, bringing his hands up to tangle in Dio's hair as he dragged him in for a kiss.
Dio responded in kind, placing his hands on Vanilla's hips and dragging him forward so that their erections pressed against each other. Dio had been half hard ever since he had been watching Vanilla perform on stage, and it appeared that performing had a similar effect on his companion. Dio rocked forward against him as he nipped at his lips, causing Vanilla to open his mouth and allow Dio to force his tongue inside. Their tongues slid against each other and green lipstick smeared with lilac as Dio slid his hands around to squeeze the other man's firm ass through his purple leotard.
Vanilla hummed against his mouth, his hands slipping from Dio's hair and sliding down to his abdomen. His fingers brushed against Dio's perfect abs before sliding up under his black crop to tease at his pectorals. His thumbs circled Dio's nipples before pinching at them, teasing them to hardness.
Dio responded with a small noise in his throat as he again nipped at the other's lips, this time with his fangs. He pierced the skin just the slightest amount, but it served its purpose, drawing blood which he eagerly sucked. Vanilla didn't seem to mind, leaning back against the mirror and pulling Dio with him, fingers still playing deftly with his chest.
With his back against the mirror, Vanilla now had the force to rut against Dio's clothed erection, Dio's hands squeezing his ass keeping their hips pinned against each other. The sensation of fabric scraping back and forth over his member was maddening, especially with the hot hard promise of good things to come pressing against him from the other side of the fabric.
Swallowing down what blood he could suck from Vanilla's lip, Dio craved more, breaking the kiss to move his mouth to the other man's neck. He mouthed at his jugular shamlessly, causing Vanilla's breath to hitch, before sucking a bruise into the skin there. The other man let out a soft moan.
Dio's eyes flicked away from his task for just a second, hips still rocking against Vanilla's, and he caught his own eyes in the mirror, red irises just slivers around his dilated pupils. He smirked against his companion's dark skin, taking a moment to admire his own handsome features as he ground his dick against the other's. The pale skin of his broad muscular shoulders, currently bare, his fine cheek bones and thick neck, adorned with a black choker to cover the scar where head met body, reflected the dim light of the dressing room so enticingly.
He could only spend a moment fawning over himself though as Vanilla slid one hand down from his chest to cup him through his coated spandex leggings. He hummed appreciatively against Vanilla's neck as he moved to sink his teeth into it.
"How would you like to do this?"
Vanilla's voice interrupted his plan, but he took it in stride, ghosting his lips up his neck to murmur in his ear, "Let's move to the couch."
Vanilla hurriedly moved his hands to cling to Dio's shoulders, wrapping his legs around the other's waist as the vampire swung him off the vanity's table and over onto the chaise lounge on the opposite side of the small room.
He was surpised to find, however, that the momentum of them spinning around allowed Vanilla to roll the pair of the over, so Dio had his back to the cushion and was staring up at the darker skinned man. Vanilla seemed unperturbed by this, one hand returning to kneading Dio's considerable erection, causing Dio to groan softly and roll his hips into the touch.
Alright, he had planned to be sitting on top of the other man and riding his dick, but he could work with this.
Dio's hands moved to either side of Vanilla Ice's neck, peeling the straps of his leotard over his muscular shoulders and dragging the garment down off his arms, revealing his toned chest and dark nipples. Dio leaned up and latched his teeth around one of his nipples, sucking on it and swirling around it with his tongue and receiving an excited moan in return.
The hand on his dick moved to the waistband of Dio's leggings, tugging it down to Dio's thighs and allowing his cock to bounce free from the confines of the tightly stretched material. Vanilla's breath caught in his throat as Dio's dick sprung free, and the vampire couldn't help but feel inordinately proud of his own impressive length. At least Jonathan had been good for something.
Before Vanilla could reach for Dio's cock, however, Dio stripped the rest of the leotard off of him, revealing Vanilla's own erect member. It was shorter than Dio's and not as thick, but it had a nice curve to it that made Dio's mouth water.
The vampire reached down between where Vanilla was straddling his hips and gave his dick a long indulgent stroke, sliding the foreskin back to reveal the dripping head and making the other man groan. Vanilla reciprocated by running his hands over Dio's cock and cupping his balls, massaging them as his thumb ran over the head of Dio's length. Dio let out a true moan at that.
"Want you inside me," he breathed, still fondling Vanilla with one hand and using the other to rearrange their legs so that he was straddling Vanilla instead, with the other man nestled between his legs.
Vanilla's carefully sculpted eyebrows shot up, a bit surprised.
"You don't want to top?" He inquired between gasps, still grinding his hips forward into Dio's touch.
"Mm, not tonight," Dio hummed, summoning The World behind Vanilla's back and having him search through the drawers of the vanity for a bottle of lube. He found one momentarily and tossed it over to Dio, who snatched it out of the air easily and presented it to his partner. "For you."
Vanilla blinked at the bottle, unsure how the paler man had gotten his hands on it when it had been on the opposite side of the room, but took it from him nonetheless and squeezed a liberal amount onto his index and middle fingers. He had assumed the foreigner would want to be the one doing the fucking, but he could respect a man who wanted to be penetrated. It was a welcome change.
Vanilla hoisted one of Dio's legs up over his shoulder and pressed the two fingers gently against his entrance, his other hand still working Dio's cock in languid strokes. Dio wiggled his hips in encouragement and pulled the other man down on top of him to share a heated kiss. One fingered pressed slowly into his hole, causing his breath to catch in his throat.
"You can move faster than that," Dio murmured into the kiss, sounding more composed than he really was. "It's difficult to hurt me."
Vanilla pressed his middle finger in all the way to the knuckle, wiggling it slightly to loosen the ring of muscle around it. Dio breathed heavily, arching slightly into his touch, forcing his tongue back into the other man's mouth. He moved one hand from Vanilla's hair to where Vanilla's finger was entering him, blindly guiding a second finger to his entrance.
The stripper got the hint, pressing his lubed index finger into the man underneath him and wiggling it slightly until it too was seated all the way to the knuckle. The blonde man let out a pleasured sigh through his nose, rolling his hips and reveling in the sensation of the intrusion inside of him. Vanilla began to scissor his fingers slightly, stretching the ring of muscle and causing Dio's dick to twitch against his stomach.
Dio broke the kiss to gasp as a fingertip brushed against his prostate.
"One more," he said breathily, and Vanilla obliged, sliding a third finger in to join the other two and continuing to spread him open. Dio dropped one hand down to focus again on Vanilla's neglected dick, giving it several good long strokes and thumbing the head skillfully. Vanilla hid his face in Dio's shoulder, groaning into the star shaped birthmark on the stolen flesh.
"Fuck me, Vanilla," Dio breathed out, pushing his hips up onto the intruding fingers.
Vanilla Ice pulled his fingers out of Dio with a wet pop, reaching under the sofa with his right hand and fumbling for a moment before producing a condom. He tore the package open with his teeth in a practiced manner and rolled in onto himself in one fluid motion. Dio, who had groaned at the loss of the fingers inside him, picked up the bottle of lube again from where it had fallen on the floor next to them and squirted a generous amount onto one hand. He then set to work coating Vanilla's covered cock with the substance, earning a stuttered breath from him in response as Vanilla placed one hand next to Dio's head and the other on his hip.
Finishing covering Vanilla's straining member with the lube, Dio smirked as he guided the tip of it to his entrance. With a stuttered breath, Vanilla began to slowly push inside.
Dio let his head fall back into the arm of the couch as he lost himself in the feeling of being penetrated. The slow agonizing slide of Vanilla's cock inside him made him tremble, breath coming fast and arms wrapping around the other's neck to pull him down on top of him. As Vanilla seated himself entirely inside the vampire, Dio trembled, getting used to the enormous stretch, panting hard.
They stayed like that for a few minutes to allow Dio to adjust, both breathing heavily, although strictly speaking only one of them really needed to breathe. Vanilla did his best not to move, one of Dio's legs still hooked over his shoulder, the sensation of Dio's heat all around him feeling impossibly good. Vanilla moved one hand from where it was digging into Dio's hip to stroke Dio's hardness once more. The blonde man could feel Vanilla's pulse inside of him, and with the added stimulus of a hand working his cock, he couldn't help but cant his hips upward and force Vanilla even deeper inside of him.
"M-move," Dio stuttered, though if asked later he would insist he had stuttered on purpose.
Vanilla turned his head to suck on Dio's ear lobe as he slowly pulled out of the other before pressing back in at the same agonizingly slow pace. Dio let out a shamelessly loud moan, wrapping the leg that wasn't on Vanilla's shoulder around his waist to pull him back in faster.
Vanilla understood, pulling back again and then thrusting into Dio's entrance much faster this time, hand still jerking at his dripping erection. Dio rolled his hips up to meet each thrust, the sweat on his abdominals glistening in the dim light of the dressing room as they worked to pull his hips up again and again. They fell into a fast rhythm, Vanilla slamming into Dio's ass and simultaneously pulling at his weeping cock, and as Dio felt a tightening in his balls, he took the opportunity to latch his teeth onto Vanilla's neck and sink them into his jugular. The rush of warm blood between his lips was exhilarating, especially coupled with the thrill of being fucked into the sofa and jerked off at the same time.
Vanilla let out a gasp, but strangely didn't try to pull away, never hesitating in his pounding rhythm. Even as Dio swallowed down the other man's blood, he could feel himself coming close to the edge. He broke away from Vanilla's neck for just a moment to moan out, "Gonna cum."
At the sound of Dio's words Vanilla moaned and stroked his thumb over Dio's cock head matched with a particularly brutal thrust.
Dio came with a growl, his cum splattering over both of their stomachs and his back arched off of the couch. Vanilla gasped as Dio clenched around him, burying his face in Dio's shoulder as he continued to thrust into him. Dio, though finally sated, met each thrust in turn, squeezing his insides around the other's cock and bringing him to his climax just a minute later.
Vanilla came with a whimper, of all things, his face still tucked against Dio's neck. Shaking, he moved to get off of the blond man but was interrupted by one of Dio's muscular arms curling around his back and petting his hair, holding them together.
To be honest, Dio liked Vanilla Ice. He was strong, he was no-nonsense, he seemed dedicated to his work, and he had a similar sense of style and flair to Dio himself. He hadn't questioned anything Dio had done, not even drinking his blood (though he wasn't sure if the man had even noticed he was doing it), he had followed instructions well and performed admirably. Dio had come to think of himself as a connoisseur of love-making in the past few months, and Vanilla's obvious talent in bed was nothing to be taken lightly. It would be a pity to have to dispose of him.
"You're an excellent fuck," Dio murmured, running his clawed fingers gently through lilac locks. "I might just keep you around."
Vanilla lifted his head a little to give Dio a questioning look.
"What?"
Dio let out a deep chuckle, still stroking Vanilla's hair soothingly.
"I have a proposition for you."
With that, Dio summoned The World again and initiated a time freeze, taking a moment to quickly slide Vanilla out of him, then roll them both over so their positions were reversed, with Dio now sitting atop the dancer and looking down at him smugly.
"Time resumes," Dio muttered, and it did.
Vanilla was still for a moment, eyes widening slightly as he took in his new predicament. Without the other man even moving, he had inexplicably ended up underneath him in less than a second. He took a deep breath and tried to remain calm.
"I am listening."
Dio smiled preditorily and once again tucked his hair back into his headband as he spoke.
"As I said before, my name is DIO. I am what most humans would refer to," and here he allowed his hair to fan out, reverting to its vampiric tentacled state and twisting fluidly through the air around his head, "as a vampire."
Vanilla swallowed, for the first time raising his right hand to gently touch the puncture wound on his own neck, eyes wide. Dio could hear his heart thudding in his chest.
"But I have other powers as well," Dio continued, stopping time again and scooping his companion up, carrying him over to the vanity and setting him down on it again. He placed his hand on the mirror on either side of Vanilla's head, boxing him in, and then allowed time to resume once more.
This time Vanilla gasped, eyes darting around the room as his mind reeled, trying to catch up with the situation. Dio's smile only grew.
"I'm asking you to join me. Return with me to my mansion, let me feed off of you and fuck you when I wish, and in return, I will give you unimaginable powers. And you'll never have to dance for an under-appreciative crowd again. Just for me."
Vanilla Ice licked his lips, wide eyes fixed on Dio's red ones, which were boring into him with an otherworldly intensity.
"Why me? What's special about me?"
Dio let out a little laugh, swishing his hair back from his face.
"Wouldn't you like to find out?"
The lilac haired man blinked at the man pinning him to the wall several times, considering. Then slowly, slowly, he nodded.
"Alright. I'll come with you," he said, and in that moment Dio wasn't sure if it was his vampiric attributes or his good looks or his natural charisma that had convinced the human, but he couldn't help but feel a little thrill of elation that it had worked.
And he hadn't even needed to use a flesh bud.
They cleaned each other up together and redressed in their respective tight fitting ensembles, and as one, the two men slipped out into the streets of Cairo.
On the other side of the world, a man took a photograph.