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Dio, you're invited to a Christmas party hosted by the Joestar household!

There'll be snacks, drink, mistletoe, and festive decorations. Probably gifts around a little tree.

Feel free to come by, stay a while. This place may be cold and foreign to a lot of us, but lets make our own little piece of it warm and inviting, okay?

[Further included is the time to be there, on December 24th, and the signatures of both Joseph and Jonathan.]

Dio!

[She calls out, and tries the door. She's in a irritable mood. She's not sure why it was; ever since she put the red flowers in her hair, she had felt...touchy. She hadn't connected those dots yet, but she's annoyed. Between the flesh buds, the gifts, things she wasn't talking about, the dragon bit...

It was little wonder that she shoved the door open a little harder then she meant. And she didn't take off her shoes when she came into the house.

Talk about rude.]

[Dio wasn't far, sitting on the couch with his phone. Honestly, he'd expected her over, but boy she was looking... more irritated than he actually expected, and he jumped a little, the tip of his tail standing up.]

Ah...! That was quick.

[Oh, she was wearing those red flowers. Aaahh, okay. That didn't ease him much, but at least it explained her suddenly being so aggressive.]

Come to beat me up?

[And she pushes the door behind her. Oh, he's looking comfy, but-yeah, she's not coming over to cuddle. The slight sensation his wife in the house has her shoulders stiffen up.

She doesn't say anything. Instead, she strides over silently, her arm comes up, and she goes to punch him in the jaw.

That's an answer to his question, she guesses.]

[Dio is prepared for the blow, and he takes it, stiffening his muscles before it connects so that she doesn't knock him over. Angry though she is, and even willing to hit him, Dio won't hit her back, simply remaining on the couch where he was. His hand rubbed at his jaw as he smirked at her.]

That the best you got?

[She was already mad, and he was ready to see if she really could beat him up.]

Jonathan punched harder than you when he was 13.

You were also 13 at the time.

[Her voice is soft enough, but her back stiffened up, and there was a flare up in her eyes. Jonathan, the child, punched harder then her huh?

Good thing she learned a thing or two about punching from him, and no, he did not teach her dirty boxing. (She should have worn gloves though; she likely skinned herself with her attempt.

So she goes for his jaw again-a regular punch, and then she follows through with another-with a strange, lined pattern going from her fist, all the way up her arm.

...yeah she decided to use her Quincy abilities to boost her strength and speed right up. GOOD JOB DIO.]

[Well, she wasn't wrong about that. They had both been children.

Either way, Dio say and took the second blow... and then the third one managed to knock him off-guard. Those lines on her hand had given him enough surprise and Dio reeled, clutching his jaw as it hung loose. He gave a groan of pain, but that wasn't enough to deter him, the vampire/snake just popping his jaw back in place before giving her another grin.]

Mmmhhh, ahhh, not bad. Keep going.

[Tall, surprisingly well muscled children, but still children.

In any case, there's a flutter of satisfaction. She's better, naturally, with blut vene, but she's not too bad with blut arterie either. But it vanishes as he sets his jaw again, and grins at her.

It's irritating.]

Not bad? Dio-

[Her voice turns into a snarl as the patterns move up her arms-both of them, this time-and she moves in to punch him in earnest.]

Don't belittle me!

[Another punch on the jaw, the cheek bone, under his chin-and with a quick boost into the air with a quick air platform, she uses it to clasp her hands together and slam her fists down onto his head.]

[Dio sat there once more, allowing Masaki to beat him... at least until that last one, intended to hit him on the top of his head. His Stand gets in the way, quick and precise, stopping her fists as Dio rubbed at his face. If she continued her onslaught at all, she would have The World to contend with, Dio's Stand being less forgiving than he was being... if only because he felt his body coiled up and ready to fight, but he refrained.

Masaki was playing with fire, the allure of violence calling Dio and causing him to shiver all over as he panted, trying to contain himself, even as he was unable to contain his Stand's desire to get in on it. If she were observant enough, she might even notice the bright pink tips of his twin erections beginning to peek out from the slit they were usually held in.]

Not very ladylike behavior...

[He was having a hard time helping himself. She was so angry, this wasn't like her, but hell if he wasn't taking advantage of it. Now it was just going to be a test of wills to keep him from punching back.]

[She snarls in frustration as she's World-blocked from slamming her fists against Dio's head. She can feel herself start to sweat from the pressure of having the World out.

But while it would be the wise thing to stop-the Stand's punch could snap her bones easily as Dio's could-she's not cool and observant as usual. All she knew was he wasn't moving, and his words spurned her on even more.]

Never said I was.

[Well, maybe she made the claim a time or two, but right now she is not of her right mind to recall. And with the World standing there, in between the two of them...

She pulled back, only to lunge forward, meaning to shove the World away-with power fueled punches and kicks, if need be.]

Get out of my way!

[Dio still had no clue about her issues with his Stand, and so he didn't recall it, allowing it to do as it willed. The World probably wouldn't hurt her, so long as his own thoughts reigned it in. He didn't have any wish to harm her, after all, even if he was itching for a fight.

The Stand was the same, wound tight like a spring and using it's strength to block her blows rather than to deliver any of it's own as Dio sat behind The World, looking as smug as ever.]

You really want at me so bad...? [He licked at his lips, grinning at her as he shifted in his spot, his tail coiling around him as he got in a position to spring.]

You'll have to get through him.

[It makes it harder to breathe, just having the World in front of her. For all the World is being nice enough not to hit her (yet) it just fuels her anger. Between that, the flowers, and the grin on Dio's face, she saw contempt. Contempt and the idea she was weak.

Her breath comes in a shaky snarl, and she bares her teeth.]

Oh. That won't be hard.

[More spiritual power, that's what she needs to infuse into her body. More so she can punch and kick the World with more power then before. But even if she does harm the World- which is possible, but nothing Dio can't recover from-she harms herself in the attempt.

Her knuckles are raw, and bloody, and there's a definite crack of a broken bone, either a toe or finger or both.]

[Dio sat back and watched, wincing from time to time at the power behind Masaki's blows, that feeling being transferred from The World over to Dio, his forearms beginning to ache from blocking Masaki's blows. Boy, she was really worked up. Dio should do something to calm her down. No doubt those red flowers were what was driving her, because he'd never seen her get this angry.]

That's enough. [His smile fell as he lifted a hand, The World stopping time and disappearing as Dio moved to tackle Masaki before time resumed.]

That's enough, Masaki. [He would use his body weight to hold her down by her shoulders, not necessarily wanting to trap her by her wrists and fully remove her agency.]

[There was satisfaction, knowing that she was the reason she was making him wince. But it wasn't enough. The World wasn't crumbling. He NEEDED to FALL. She could feel the pressure building up simply from having the World around.

She started to growl, raise her hand to punch the Stand again-

And she was tackled. She gasped, seemingly over reacting to a simple tackle. At least she crumbled and went sort of limp? Even she's acting as if she got punched in the stomach or worse. Her hands flopped down to the floor as she tried to get her breath back.]

Heavy.

[Masaki, he's a giant snake. Of course he is. Control your sass.]

[As Dio's weight landed on her, at the least she should feel the pressure of The World dissipating, as he had no need for the backup now that he was on top of her. The tip of his tail twitched, flicking with some amount of amusement as he looked down at her.]

God, Masaki... [He leaned in then to kiss at her lips, not minding if she went to try and catch his own with her teeth. His face would remain near to hers anyway.]

You know how a fight riles me up, don't you? But I still couldn't bear to harm you.

[That was why he held back. She was strong, those blows to his Stand had proven that, but he felt as if she would have had a hard time taking a punch if he had thrown any. And it just wasn't gentlemanly to hit a woman, no matter how strong they were. Besides, that was something his father would do, and so Dio would never strike Masaki, no matter how she pummeled him. He was strong, he could take it.]

[She wasn't going to faint now, but for a few moments she wanted to. But the sensation soon passed. Masaki did not feel very energetic, not like before.

Though she did nip Dio for his troubles. The flowers still held their sway over her.]

Now I know. I saw you getting...excited.

[Felt it too. Pretty sure she could feel him poking her now even. But she still puffs up her cheeks, even as she glances away.]

I hurt myself anyway. That's a first.

[Dio was happy enough that she settled down, though he still couldn't connect the dots that it had anything to do with his Stand. He figured she must have just tired herself out with her struggle, enjoying the feeling of her teeth on him.]

I'm sorry. [He really meant it too. If he had stopped it earlier, maybe she wouldn't have hurt herself. Still he couldn't help but be aroused, and he was almost certainly poking at her. Dio licked at his lips before leaning in to nip at her neck gently with his front teeth, hoping not to break skin, but simply to entice her a little.]

I just love... seeing you like that. So angry, showing me your strength... [He gave light kisses between nips, moving up to her jaw, but not holding her still so that she could move as she wished... other than out from under his heavy body, though that was less intentional and more just a product of having a huge snake tail below his hips.]

Fuck, Masaki. I want you to own me. Press me beneath your foot, leave me black and blue... [Not for long, due to his vampire healing, but boy would he love the attempt anyway.]

[She really needed to tell him about the Stand bit; she didn't want him to find out from another source and be upset by it. When she was more of herself that is.

There was a ripple though-part due to the nibbles and the apology. Dio never apologized, that she could recall. Not easily at least, and it was enough to cause some of her anger to dissipate. The nibbles of her jaw, and the kisses...

She growled under her breath, shifting underneath him. Likely he forgot about whole pinning her in place...sort of. He did like to keep her down.]

I thought you were making fun of me.

[Which is vaguely ridiculous. If she was thinking with a clear head, she would have remembered the way he teased her during the bikini incident. Masaki blew out a breath, and raised her finger.]

But...I can collar and leash you. Do you have something that I can use or...should I...?

[She wiggles her fingers. She could use something, since...she doesn't want to punch and kick him.

Not anymore.]

[Apologies didn't come easy for Dio, but he had taken part in hurting her, even if it was a more passive part.

Dio was so used to pinning people(and yes, he did rather like it), and so it had slipped his mind that he did it so often. Not to worry, as he rolled off of her at the question about a leash and collar. It made his whole body shiver, never really having thought that Masaki would offer something like that.]

Not making fun of you, but maybe a little teasing. I... thought you were in on it at first. [He'd thought she was playing along with his game and flirting back for a bit. At the end there it was pretty obvious that wasn't the case.]

But... I do have something for that. [Because let's be honest, he loved it.]

[At least the shock worked in his favor. And, too, that she could get it fixed fairly easily.

She sat up when he rolled off, and pushed herself up and onto her feet. Though...she had to shake her head.]

I wish I was. It would have been more fun.

[She felt sheepish, and gently rubbed her hand through her hair. But the collar and leash...that made her feel a bit better.]

But...go ahead and get it. I'll wait here.

[On the couch, anyway. Normally she didn't order him around, much less request something impolitely but...this seemed to be the right mood for it.]

[Dio would file that away, had he only known. Ah well, he was mostly just happy to have her a little less cross with him. Even if it was flower-induced, he rather disliked being on the recieving end of her ire.]

Maybe some other time you can be in on it, mh? [He gave her a crooked smile at that, pushing himself up as well, though he didn't have feet to get to. It was a little strange, moving this way while he was... exposed... but if Masaki wanted him to go get his 'toys', he would make no objection.]

Of course, my dear~ [With that, Dio used his large snake body to shift himself and slither somewhat awkwardly to his room, returning soon after with a sturdy-looking leash and a large, thick collar... perfect for his own neck.]

What does this do for you?

[He did like teasing her. Most of the time it was fine, but...she didn't like being angry with him either. Even if he did do something to earn it.]

Mm, that'd be nice. There would have been more biting kisses.

[And other things too. But they were trying to work things out. And while her eyes dropped down to his exposed state, she didn't flush or comment. But...the toys...would be nice.]

Thank you love.

[She watched him go-and goodness, she missed his legs. (Even if the legs were different and his tongue...nnngh. But seeing what he brought, a light switched in her eyes, and she bit down on her lip. Hoo boy.]

That...is absolutely perfect. It makes me think that I can be rough with you.

[Her voice went husky, and her eyes heavy lidded. She shifted from foot to foot, restless. Looked like he hit a kink right on.]

I wish you still had knees, so I could see you kneel with this on. But I'll take what I can.

You and I both~ [Dio could use his legs for so many things. And like this, he simply didn't have as nice of a rear. There was plenty to look at otherwise still, but he hadn't chosen this, and he could really use his legs more often than not.]

I am inviting you to be rough with me, Masaki. [So long as he doesn't feel a need to protect his head, everything should be fine. He didn't want his Stand to get defensive.]

I promise to prostrate myself in any way that I can in order to make it up to you, my Lady. [At that, Dio moved to hold himself up by his arms in a very similar pose to how he would be kneeling, offering her the leash and collar so that she could put it onto him.]

[She did miss his butt. And, surprisingly, his thighs. Then again...it'd always been nice to have their legs tangle up, either for cuddling or after sex. Or both. Both was good.]

Mmm. You are, and it's most...generous of you.

[Oh. Oh down he went and she shivered. Now she was getting into it, just in the way he wanted.]

Good boy.

[She took the collar, and with reverence, slid it around his throat, carefully clasping it.]

I don't want to choke you out by accident though. Is it too tight?

[The tip of his tail twitched as he held his neck out for her to clasp the collar on without worry, then laughing and looking up to Masaki.]

Masaki... I spent nearly a century at the bottom of the ocean. You can squeeze the air from my lungs and tie my throat closed, if it so pleases you. [And if she were to be rough with him, and decided to choke him, it would certainly please him as well.] I can be used however it is you wish.

[And he hoped she had plenty of ways she wished to use him.] Please, do not worry for my safety. All I wish is to be of service to you.

[She made a face at him, nose wrinkling. It was true, he was a vampire, but she wasn't used to getting the carte blanche here.]

I've never been offered up a doll for my personal pleasure before.

[He could heal easy enough, pain wasn't felt the same way, but...she huffed, and attached the leash to the collar, giving an experimental tug.]

Doll might not be the right word, is it? It's not accurate for you, Dio. But I still want to hear your voice, and know when and if I go too far.

[She suddenly grabs his hair, and gives it a rough tug.]

Understood?

[Dio couldn't help smirking and wiggling his tail as he looked up at Masaki, being told 'doll' wasn't accurate for him.]

I'm more like... an action figure. [It was a small tease, laughter escaping his lips before he felt the collar being tugged, cutting him off. The sensation sent shivers down his long, long spine, his tail writhing somewhat. Right, back to business.]

I will voice my protests, should I have any. Not to worry. May I make sounds of pleasure as well, my lady?

[The inquiry came a little late, considering that the tug on his hair drew out a low moan. Who knew Masaki had it in her? Somehow, the juxtaposition of her adorable look and the commanding tone she took on was just what Dio had hoped it would be.]

Mmmhhh, ahhh... Please allow yourself to enjoy using me, Masaki.

[If she were in any other mood, she would have giggled at his tail. Called him a kitten even, for all it was not entirely accurate. But this wasn't the time for that.

She had other business in mind, and from the moan, so did he.]

Mmm. You have an action figure all right.

[Yup, she's back. Still commanding, still looking at him slightly different from usual-but she's not in the violent mood anymore. It's far more playful, from the way her hand drops from his hair to smooth itself down his chest. Some would call it groping, but she's just enjoying the feel of him. It had been too long.]

But...yes, you may. Don't hold back, okay? I want to hear every little sound from you. Because...

[Her hand moved away from his chest, so she could take up the leash and give it a rough yank.]

You're mine.

[Dio had no objections to the way she handled him, her hand on his chest caused a little flutter inside. Even with a collar and leash on, being told he belonged to her... he loved her so much. The touches were small affirmations that she felt the same, as far as Dio was concerned.

The little added 'you're mine' really helped too, Dio giving a low sigh as he was yanked by her once more.]

Yes ma'am~ I'll be sure to sound my voice for you.

[He inclined his head, letting her see his neck as much as she could beneath the collar. He would allow her to do as she wished with him, though his tail betrayed his excitement, wriggling around the tip.]

Good boy~

[She loved him too. They'd been through so much together, and there's a sensation of being in the same place mentally arouses and soothes her at the same time.

She wants to bite him and cuddle him at the same time. Cuddling can come after he's all fucked up though, in the aftermath. She tugs him by the leash again, so she can get a quick kiss. It's a little indulgence for herself mostly, since she noticed how excited he is-both with the wiggling tail tip and his cocks emerging from his body.

And it gives her time to give him a little surprise in the form of forming a crop made out of spiritual particles. She had been practising for months now. And while it wouldn't work for an actual fight, it should work for this.

She tests it out. There's a swish in the air, and the crack as she hits him on the arm. Mostly she's checking to see if one: it will hurt and two: if he likes it.]

[He loves that feeling, the two of them so close and her praising him while holding him with that leash. This was everything he wanted, and he pursed his lips against hers when she kissed him, a smile on his lips as she pulled away.

Dio was going to keep quiet until she did something, despite her wanting his voice, though he did decide that he would whine if she left him wanting for too long. He might actually enjoy it if she punished him for that too.

The crack of the crop surprises him, getting the vampire to jump with a small yelp.]

Oh! Ahh... That's new... [He couldn't help but smirk a little at that, wriggling as he could feel his arousal growing, the twin dicks slipping a little more out of the confines of his body.]

Yeah, it is.

[She laughed quietly, pleased with herself as she wiggled the crop whip in her hand. She relished the yelp that he made-and the way he was growing aroused. It assured her that she was doing it right.]

I can't do a big whip or a sword yet but-

[She waggled the crop whip, her smile widening.]

I think you'd want this more then you'd want a punch.

[Especially with one of her fingers becoming swollen and stiff. Or with the blood beading on her knuckles-he might just want to lick and bite them. Which would be really distracting.

Speaking of...she draws her weapon back again, before giving him another snap against his body, against his chest. Another against his hip, where snake melded into human.]

[Truthfully, she could be doing it wrong for anyone else, but Dio was hardy and he was loving the rough treatment.]

Ooh... I, uh, yeah. This is better than a punch, but I really do love a good brawl too.

[No doubt she knew that, if only from watching him and Joseph together that time. Dio just liked physicality, whether in pain or pleasure form. Or like this, as a wonderful mix. Dio made it obvious that he enjoyed it as the crop whip snapped against his chest, letting out a low moan, though his hips elicited less of a reaction. Maybe it was the scales?]

Maybe I just like you.

[Even being whipped and with a leash and collar on, he couldn't help but be a little cheeky, giving her a grin as he remained at attention for Masaki.]

[Getting it rough. Truly the Dio treatment, and his lot in life. Or at least his sex life.

At the sight of him not reacting to the hit on his hip, she went over his chest and arms, offering more hits. She thought she could see redness but maybe that was wishful thinking?

Maybe. She smirked at his cheek though, and took a moment to jerk his leash. ]

I hope you like me. Troublemaker.

[With a playful growl, she leaned in to bite his lips and tug.]

But...if you like me, maybe I'll let you taste me. You'd like that, wouldn't you~?

[The other hits offered some more reactions, Dio letting out some groans of pain as well as moans of pleasure, his hips twitching somewhat as his dual cocks slid out fully, standing at attention as he held himself back, simply watching Masaki.

He groaned again as she bit at his lips, his tongue sliding out between his teeth to lick at hers when they are near, grinning though his lips may be being tugged.]

Mmmmhh, I'd love to taste you, my sweet~

[Anything for her, especially where he is now. With that collar on his neck and the leash holding him in place, he was happy to keep Masaki happy in any way she pleased.]

Mmmm. Think you can beg for it?

[She laughed a little, feeling his tongue against her lips. It was an enjoyable sensation, and from a quick peek below, he was having just as much fun. Another bite on the mouth, and she drew back to give him a hit on the chest.

That, and to draw up her foot, rubbing and pressing it against his duel cocks.]

If you did...just a little...I might have to pounce my love~

[She's already feeling very happy. It almost felt like a high, having this glorious man leashed, wanting to please her just because he can.]

[Oh, she wanted him to beg? Dio was in a good spot for this, mentally, and he leaned forward a bit, his lips parted as he panted, his hips pressing forward when he could feel her foot against his cocks.

Wanting to please her as he did, he still needily gobbled up any attention he was given as well.]

...Please, Masaki... [He licked at his lips, leaning forward some more.]

...I long to taste you on my lips.

[Good place or best place. Masaki shivers and makes a small, whining sound. Are her eyes dilated? They're dilated all right. Her foot presses roughly against his cocks as she leans-even lunges-in for a rough kiss.

Looks like it did something for her, because she's letting go of the whip and the leash so she can rip off her panties. And maybe grope Dio. Seemed the flower-or Dio-did more than make her violent.]

[Dio gave a low groan as those feet dug into his cocks, and his hips shifted a little to let her foot grind down on them a little more, wanting that contact so badly. How kind Masaki was to him~

He didn't move as she let go of the whips and the leash, not really wanting that freedom in any way other than for him to pounce upon her... but he could use some more warming up before he was that desperate for the contact, and he really was looking forward to getting his face up in between those legs of hers.

Dio's tail twitched as he licked at his lips, tasting her kiss on him and giving a low hum in pleasure.]

[She moans loudly, grinding her foot against his cocks. She tried her best for Dio~ sometimes. And other times she just pounced like she warned him, a mere minute ago.

The panties are off-they might be ripped from her haste-and she pulls out of the kiss. Her mouth was getting swollen from the kisses.

Not that she really cared. Instead, she grabbed him by the collar, pulling him down to her hips.]

Here. Here.

[At this point, she doesn't care if she's taken standing, lifted over his shoulders, or pinned down to the couch or the floor. Whatever works really.]

Fuck me with your mouth Dio.

[It's rushed, and at the same time, it sounds rehearsed.]

Hey, Dio, look, I've been thinking about a lot of things and so--, okay, here goes.

I think we need to take our relationship to a new level--- okaybye--

[Abruptly, it ends...]

[It takes a bit before Dio responds but it is a call, make no mistake.]

WHAT EXACTLY DO YOU MEAN HERE, JOESTAR?!

YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THINGS LIKE THAT THEN HANG UP!

[That reaction is exactly why Joseph loves to bait Dio, but that's not exactly what he's up to today.]

Oh, hey, how's it going?

[Just kidding.]

I, uh, didn't mean to rush the message but something came up. But I'm being completely serious, and I need your help with this. How do I even ask...

Ho about just asking like a normal person? Joseph Joestar, we have been through A LOT together, and there is not much that could really put me out at this point.

[You know, other than. Suggesting they needed to 'take their relationship to a new level'.]

Maybe I'm just not quite a normal person!

[Don't look at him with that tone of voice, Dio.]

And you're right, we have been through... a lot.

[He drifted momentarily.]

I've been thinking about how I've languished these few years. I need something. I realized that first when I noticed how Masaki had been working hard to keep herself fit. It hit me harder when I went back home and had to run the gauntlet because three South American megavampires held my actual life hostage with two poison wedding ring implants unless I just so happened to become strong enough to take it back within a month.

[Joseph took a moment to breathe and reroute himself to the point.]

I'm a lazy bastard if my own life isn't threatened. The new relationship I want to explore with you... is... trainer and student? But not exactly. I...suppose I trust you enough to ask you to threaten my life until I shape up.

So.......................

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