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Soft and delicate hands gripped the sheets of silk tightly, disorganizing the material with every second elapsed. A headache began to spread through the mind of the owner only making more difficult the failed attempt to have a good, or rather, normal rest for the first time this week.
‘’Tsk…’’ The first sound of the morning came from his lips and a sigh of defeat accompanied it.
To barely have 18 years, Giorno Giovanna already has the luxury to worry about his sleep and work schedule, he is a boss who despite his age showed a maturity that would ridicule many rulers. He could have every day off he wanted and live among luxuries, but his goal will not be realized on its own or by others, he has to be part of it as well.
However, it’s been a couple of days where the Don of the mafia, shortly after reaching the age of majority, began to experience a series of changes with a bad taste similar to puberty, his body reacted and demanded meaningless things that Giorno failed in understanding. Everything starting when he adopted the habit of taking naps in the afternoon, long naps that exceeded five hours.
‘’My body is not as young as before’’ he convinced himself.
Sunlight bothered and burned his skin at an abnormal speed. ‘’I have gold experience to take care of me’’ was his excuse not to go see the doctor, he could be very picky and careful sometimes, pretty understanding given his position.
And finally and the origin of Giorno's first big concern; A thirst that for some reason he couldn’t quench with any type of liquid. Giovanna felt dehydrated and very weak, especially when he was alone, because for some reason his senses were more alert as more people were in the panorama. In addition, he began by imagining scenarios during his meetings, scenarios that ended in a room full of corpses and blood staining from floor to ceiling. He found himself swallowing every time that image crossed his imagination, a regret quickly erasing everything.
‘’Boss?’’ Mista’s voice caught his attention, he almost forgot that Guido offered to watch him tonight, the only person close enough to realize his state, even though they never talked directly about it.
His partner believed he might have gotten a virus, poisoning or even that this is the result of an enemy stand. Nevertheless when he tried to approach the subject in a conversation with his boss, it was immediately eliminated as expected, not to mention he is unable to ask again since having Giorno repeat his answer it’s equivalent to an angry boss that nobody wants to see. In consequence he decided to be more wary, stay with him longer and scout constantly.
"I'm sorry, I still can't fall asleep at all." Giorno replied, serious and tired. "Maybe I should simply continue the work I can do on my own."
Mista shook his head and dragged the desk chair under him so he would now be facing Giorno, with one leg on each side of the chair. "Even if you're not sleepy, you should stay in bed, you have important meetings to attend tomorrow, boss."
"I am fully capable of having a cup of coffee and attending meetings, Guido." Giorno sat up on the bed, looking back at him. "And I have already told you that you don’t need to be formal when we are alone, you know me for longer than anyone in this organization.''
Mista smiled. "I know you are capable, Giorno, for that very reason you worry me, you don't pay much attention to your safety or health." The brunette crossed his arms over the back of the chair and rested his chin on them. ‘’You're pale, did you really have dinner?’’
‘’… Yes, I had a beef steak. ‘’ He thought for a few seconds, bringing his hand to his chin. ’’ Medium term to be more precise, I never thought It’ll taste better that way. ’’
Guido made a nasty face. ''It seems a bit bizarre to eat almost raw beef, blood remains and it may not be healthy, but I trust that chefs know what to do, leaving aside the time they confused my wine with blackberry juice '' He joked in hopes of raising the bedroom’s spirit. However, something in Giorno's mind clicked when he heard the word "blood" in that sentence. He had been thinking about this for a while now, his dehydration problem had to do mostly with the act of killing or with the blood, either case was an abnormal problem and it got worse with the passing of time.
‘’ Various several days ago I thought the same thing.’’’Giorno's voice softened, he was worried. ‘’ I'm going through a series of changes I can’t exactly explain, similar to when my hair changed color, only in that case I didn't consider it important. But this ... is hurting me." The blond scanned his left arm with his eyes, remembering the burns of the previous day. Mista did the same, not saying anything yet but with a clear concern alike. "Sorry for not wanting to talk when you suggested it, I didn't consider it of sufficient importance..." Giorno stopped and looked at his partner directly in the eyes. ’’… No, it’s not that, not only am I having physical changes, they also appear to be psychological, I couldn’t talk to anyone, not even you. I feel like I could kill without my own consent, Mista.’’
A blanket of silence finally covered the conversation. The Giorno in front of Mista was a Giorno he rarely sees, one worried and insecure. Any other person would believe this is a fake representation of the boss, but the reality is another, this was Giorno in his most difficult moments. Don Giovanna may be mature but still young, and this is a clear reminder of that.
The brunette raised his head and sat firm. ‘’ Is there something that is stopping you from saying something, Giorno, a stand? ’’ Mista immediately remembered the stand that took possession of Narancia’s tongue back then. ’’ Or maybe it’s weakening you? ’’
But Giorno denied with a quick head shake. '' I already checked myself with Golden experience for anomalies, evidently I didn't find anything that has to do with a second-party stand, I am also sure that we would have already crossed with the user, it has been almost a week since it started.''
"And as always when it comes to you, you try to figure it out on your own." Mista finished the sentence with a raised eyebrow. "But if you are talking to me I want to assume that you are finally looking for help, so tell me, what are these supposed changes you are talking about?" He got up from the chair and took a seat at the edge of the bed to be closer and create a more trusting environment.
Giorno relaxed his shoulders in response to his partner's approach. Lately the gangster couple seemed closer and shared a mutual peace by having each other. ‘’First of which I am sure; the sun hurts and annoys me, I feel more comfortable working at night so I sleep in the afternoons, I thought it would be something of a couple of days but I just can't change it. '' The boss stroked his own arm before continuing. "But most important, of what I'm not sure ... I have an incomprehensible thirst for blood, and I say it both literally and not, I'm still not sure what it would be."
Mista's expression changed with each word until it ended up becoming one of surprise. He honestly didn’t expect it to be so complicated to the point where his partner felt the need to kill, they were facing something unknowingly new. '' Hell, GioGio ... If you put it that way it sounds unreal, it's as if you were becoming a vampire or some shit’’. He said sarcastically with a nervous laugh, however by the look of realization that Giorno gave him, he stopped in worry. "Wait, GioGio, don't you really think that ...?"
"If we are able to believe that something as strange as the stands exists ... I think we don't have to completely discard that possibility."
Mista looked away, incredulous without responding. No, this could not be happening. If Giorno was becoming a vampire or some kind of demon, everything they had been building would go to waste and more importantly, Giorno could be in serious danger. As stated before, their relationship had narrowed sharply in recent years, they were rarely separated from each other and their way of acting was always unique and special. Guido couldn’t longer imagine a life without him.
As Mista tried to regain his composure, Giorno felt the need to perform a specific action to confirm something, and so he did, touching his own chest with his right hand. ’’ Mista? ’’
The brunette looked at him with a quick ``Huh? '' and the next thing that happened left him even more stunned than he already was: Giorno held the brunette's hand and pressed it against his chest, Mista's hand was large enough to cover his pectoral. ''B-boss ar-?''
"Do you hear or feel anything?" Giorno interrupted him.
It took Mista not only five, but ten full seconds to understand the situation, a clear ‘oh’ was emitted from his lips as he focused on listening for the next fifteen seconds in search of some reaction from his heart, and as if he was holding his breath for a while, he let out a long sigh of relief when he heard his boss's little beat. ‘’Your heart is still beating, but ... at an incredibly slow speed, is this possible?'
‘’ Maybe it is for a vampire. ’’
They both looked at each other. The situation seemed so bizarre and unreal at the same time. Giorno's transformation had already begun and at a speed that was difficult to accept. They had to do something about it, fast.
And Guido was the first not to say, but to do something. He stretched out his hand towards the bedside table, and looked inside among the stuff one of Giorno’s sewing needles.
‘’ Mista, what- ‘’
‘’ Wait, I want to try something ’’
In a slow but accurate movement, the brunette stuck and moved the sharp object in the first blood vessel he could locate on his wrist. He bit his lip and endured the pain, proceeding to remove the needle when it was deep enough. It did not take long for a thread of blood to start sprouting from the wound. With this Mista sought to confirm Giorno's changes and help him regain his strength if needed, the blond could be dying from a blood deficiency and they would never know, for what he opted to prioritize his boss’s safety even if it was stupidly dangerous.
The first thought that crossed Giorno’s mind was to stop this madness, however as soon as the blood came out, his mouth dried up and his sight and smell sharpened instantly. He felt as if he had not drank water for three days and had found the oasis in front of him.
‘’Don't hold back, Giorno, I know you're not able to hurt me. Besides, there is some crazy shit happening and this will help us understand some things." Mista smiled, holding his arm in front of him.
The blond didn't seem to want to refute and he didn’t even looked worried anymore, without wasting time he was already holding Mista's hand and his lips brushed the blood that slid down his forearm. Giorno’s mind received an electric shock on contact, a metallic and addictive taste, he wanted more, he needed more. The following was a lick, two licks, and a third that went from the elbow to the wrist where the wound began. A new impulse and feeling flourished without stopping inside with that simple sip.
Mista watched with a slight blush adorning his cheeks, it was tickling him and Giorno didn't seem to be losing control at all. This already confirmed that the blond was evidently in need of blood. Guido took advantage of his position to caress his boss’s head while he fed.
"You'll be fine Giorno and you will return to normal, I’ll make your heart beat."
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Emerald eyes focused on Mista’s dark orbs, emanating a brightness so intense and hypnotic that Guido could not describe, they looked especially more beautiful tonight, like a mermaid song inviting him to get closer. Giorno’s lips didn’t seem to want to leave the wound, and soon, Mista felt his blood being rapidly sucked by his partner. It was definitely a strange feeling, but not painful, he could even admit it's oddly comfortable. However, shortly after a part of him began to get dizzy, blurring his vision until a strange tiredness adorned with a complete peace enveloped his body and thoughts. Why was this feeling so comforting?
"Giorno… Fuck" A whisper of plea escaped unconsciously from his lips. "Keep going, please." The brunette was no longer aware of what was coming out of his mouth. Without knowing, he was falling under the vampiric charm that Giorno emanated with no control.
The olive-eyed man separated his mouth from his subordinate's arm, his tongue wiping the blood residue from his lips as he tilted his head near Mista's face. "That is a dangerous invitation." Giorno's voice echoed in Mista's head as if it were a beautiful god. There was no way of knowing which of the two was the most conscious in the situation anymore, without realizing they both had been condemned to a dangerous game empowered by an aphrodisiac effect. "There is more of you that attracts me besides your blood, Guido." Listening to his own name weakened Guido’s limbs and he felt himself melt in Giorno's arms, who held his face with both hands.
"Then ask me what you want." Their breaths collided with each other as their lips got closer than ever.
'' I want ... '' Giorno's mind debated between doubt and his next words. He was sure he didn't want to hurt Mista, but he was also sure that he wanted to satisfy himself with the offering in front of him, and make Mista enjoy every second of it. '' ... I want to feel you. '' The blond shortened the distance between them with a soft, deep kiss, both feeling immediately their body and cheeks warm up as if the sun was rising inside them. Giorno's tongue caressed the brunette's lips, delighted with his taste and shape until he saw an opening that allowed him to deepen the carnal act, now their tongues touched and savored each other.
Giorno proceeded to press his hand through his partner's exposed abdomen, delineating his muscles as if he were sculpting his next masterpiece and sending electrical signals through Mista's body, shocks that prompted him to get closer. Guido’s strong arms wrapped around Giorno, and just before they end the kiss for lack of air, a thread of saliva united them between gasps and lascivious glances. There are no words in the dictionary that accurately describe the need in their eyes, they both wanted each other desperately as if they were animals in heat.
Giorno continued to slide his hand under the cloth that covered Mista's chest, then his delights increased with the positive answers and moans the brunette provided as he played with the man’s nipples. Mista found himself loving the pinch and light pain, a small plea escaped from his tongue. Meanwhile with his other hand, Giorno helped to get rid of Mista’s sweater that at the same time made his iconic cap gave in by the friction that gradually made a good amount of noisy bullets fall on the floor, something that got completely ignored by the horny couple.
Mista’s messy dark chocolate hair combined perfectly with his cinnamon skin, a perfect addition to his beautiful and detonated anatomy. For Giorno, he looked appetizing, in more ways than one. He proceeded to crawl towards him, positioning his knees on each side of the gunman’s extended legs. Afterwards, he built a path of kisses from his lips to his neck and collarbone, every certain second his tongue tasted his skin, especially where the veins were more visible. "Let me hear you, Mista." The blond finally spoke and Guido responded with a look of confused need that from one second to another changed to a mixture of pain and pleasure as Giorno stuck his fangs in his neck. How he didn’t noticed his fangs changed?
‘’G-Giorna-ahh…’’ His eyelids closed tightly, the pain was considerably greater now. However, Mista felt his body tremble with an indescribably greater pleasure that dominated whatever other feelings could be around, this torture felt strangely sublime, it was even difficult for him to admit he started to seriously get hard because of this. His first aroused action was to lower his hands from Giorno's back, gently brushing his ass, thighs and legs with his long fingers, repeating the process a couple of times while his beloved fed from him. Guido made sure to not interrupt the process.
Once Giovanna thought he had enough, he separated a few inches from the wound, gently licking the remains of blood left. Mista watched his boss look up at his eyes, scanning his body from head to toe for his own delight and stopping on his boner "You seem to like the pain, Mista, I didn't know you would have such tastes." The malicious smile Giorno gave him was enough to dye his cheeks the most intense red never seen before, soon being overcome thanks to the blond's hand pressed against his erection, he felt how he played with his fingers groping and tasting the terrain.
"O-Only if it's you." He groaned softly as he allowed his own hips to move against Giorno's hand between his legs. "God, I need you to feel more, please." The look Mista gave him highlighted his need more than his words and Giorno responded positively to his prayers, pushing him against the bed so he was lying down and the blond atop his burning body.
"There is no God here, only me." His tone sounded more demanding, but honestly it only made him look even more attractive for the gunman’s point of view, his curled golden hair cascaded perfectly on his shoulders, making it detonate a beauty comparable to a deity. Then, Giorno's head went down to his chest, where he left several kisses in a straight line as he descended towards the sweet ‘V’ that marked the beginning of his ardent erection. "So I want the only name you shout to be mine." Two or three pulls easily got rid of his pants, followed by the underwear that ended up somewhere on the floor. Mista bit his lip, feeling exposed and exhibited, but Giorno knew how to perfectly get him out of those ideas; he kissed his thighs and held the base of his member at the time he massaged the glans with his thumb. Guido muttered his name again and again, asking more and more, his own head drew back in inertia from the immense pleasure produced.
"Guido, look at me." Giorno stopped all his actions which got Mista’s full attention, his eyes detonated great pleas. ’’ I want you to look at me while I satisfy you… I want the only thing that is in your mind to be the image of the person that made you come tonight. So don't stop looking at me and saying my name or I'll stop. ”Mista was surprised by his behavior, that was the tone of voice he used when he wanted something and was willing to get it. He nodded, without refuting or saying anything else.
The reward was immediate, Giorno brought the virility in his mouth in a sharp but highly welcome action, the Don's tongue worked wonders with the tip. The only existing sounds were a mixture of Mista's hot gasps and groans along with the wet slide of Giorno's lips and tongue for every pump from top to bottom. He was making it perfect, as if he had waited so long for this intimate moment between the two. Suddenly, a growing tingling was present in the brunette's abdomen, a clear sign that his end was near, faster than apparently expected. Mista stuttered a few words, but Giorno was quicker to speak.
"So fast, Guido?" Giorno asked after retreating the cock out of his mouth, keeping the friction with one of his hands and massaging his testicles with the other so they didn't lose the thread. ‘’ Let me hear how much you need your orgasm, speak loud and clear, I will not repeat myself. ’’
Mista was about to completely lose his mind, what Giorno produced in his mind and body was not normal. "P-Please Gio, ahh….! L-let me come, please I beg you!" His hips moved alone, longing to be inside his beloved again, it was obvious from the constant leak of pre-cum on the tip how close he was.
"Ask and you will be rewarded." Giorno started with long lick from the bottom until he reached and sucked the tip one last time. Immediately after, he placed the erection halfway in his mouth.
Mista definitely didn't bother to keep a low volume, the ecstasy at that time hit him hard and his screams of pleasure echoed in the room. Once the climax took control of the scene, Guido arched his back and limbs, especially his legs around Giorno's head as he shot long loads of cum inside his throat. His sight was once again covered with smudges and indescribable images.
Right after the orgasm, Giorno pulled out and used his wrist to clean the residual semen from his lips. He successfully swallowed it all despite the odd taste "Wait here." He ordered, though it's not like the other was in a position to move after what happened anyway. Mista rested his arm on his forehead as he tried to catch his breath, body slightly sweaty and hot, excited for everything that was happening. For a moment he could hear himself wondering what the hell he had just done with his boss or better paraphrased, what his boss had just done with him, a debate that got overcome by curiosity and the need to feel Giorno close once again. He had been waiting for this moment for quite some time, but not in his deepest dreams did he imagined it would end in this ... wild, but passionate way.
About five minutes later he heard his boss's footsteps approach. As he didn't hear a door closing, he deduced Giorno went to the bathroom, a door that is usually open. Big was his surprise to watch him return with nothing on, completely naked as he was born into the world. His golden hair was still loose and contrasted with his beautiful snowy skin, the rest of his body looked similar to a Greek sculpture he once sought in a museum, he definitely had to be the luckiest man on the planet to have someone like Giorno at his side.
"If you keep looking at me with those eyes you will end up coming again, Guido." He commented sweetly with a very different tone than before and a pleasant blush covered his cheeks. Mista reacted by closing his mouth that he didn't notice he opened unconsciously, equally flushed.
"You are beautiful." That came out naturally. "No ... more than that, you are glorious." Mista stood up, understanding the change of tone as an invitation to gain more confidence. Mista held his shoulders, and soon his hands slid down the arms of the blond until he reached his hips. "Let me return the favor, I want to treat you like the god you are." His cheeks were caught by Giorno's delicate hands, he felt lost in the maze of his bright greenish orbs at the moment his beloved nodded in response. Guido wasted no time and kissed him, kissed him with passion and depth, then carried the other carefully to the center of the bed, noticing how Giorno released from his hands what looked like a bottle of lubricant. Perfect.
The mob boss was attacked by a bath of kisses around his cheeks and lips while underneath Mista worked on stroking every perfect part of Giorno he considered perfect, which in other words is his entire body. Then he lowered his kisses to the neck and made a series of small bites and hickeys, marking him and drawing sighs of pleasure as a reward. Unlike Giorno, Mista is more intense and fierce, so getting Giorno to enjoy every bit of pleasure is his primary goal. He loved how he felt him squirm and how his moans stuttered pleas, music to his ears leading to his own excitement. The blond rubbed his thighs between his hard growing erection and Guido helped him by stroking and pressing his fingers against the member.
'' M-Mista a-ahh '' Giorno let out a sweet, high moan that could easily have brought Mista to his climax if he wasn't under control. '' ... M-Mista, I need you inside me, please. '' The brunette stopped to admire his boss's expression; red cheeks and hot gasps combining perfectly with his innocent countenance. At that moment he only thought about how he wanted to fuck him countless times until dawn without rest in between. Finally, he told Giorno to turn around while he soaked his fingers with enough lubricant.
"Don't touch yourself, I want us to share orgasm if possible." His request was answered with a nod and immediately Mista introduced two fingers inside him. Giorno sank his head into one of his pillows to drown out a deep moan. Admittedly, it didn't hurt as much as it normally would, but with that thought in mind he was ashamed to imagine that Guido somehow knew he liked to play with himself in his spare time, so therefore he was aware that he would be able to endure two at first. Mista moved his fingers around his hole, massaging and pressing the parts where Giorno responded more, it was beautiful to see and know he was enjoying thanks to him.
A third finger was added, and several moans followed it "You are so sexy Giorno, you always make me a mess." And he rightly said, his erection was virile and throbbing, eager to sink into him. Giorno stuttered a small 'please'' understandable enough for Guido to rub his limb with lubricant and pull out his fingers aggressively. After with both hands he held Giorno's buttocks and positioned his way to press the tip inside. Both let out a deep sigh.
Guido tried to go slow at first, making an effort to control his own desires and let his partner get used it, however, Giorno seemed to have a different idea.
"For the l-love of God, Mista, just fuck me. You don't know how long I've been wanting and prepared myself for this moment." He spoke loud and clear, giving Mista a look that could easily kill someone. Was he really this desperate to get fucked? Guido kept sliding himself in and seconds later when he reached midway, their hips began to move in unison, gentle thrusts gradually becoming increasingly frantic and deep.
"Faster Guido, please faster." Although it sounded like a plea, it was an order, and Guido smiled, gladly fulfilling his mandate and now resting his hands on the bed to move his entire body with more precision and strength. The mattress was moving along with them and sweat kept sprouting from their backs. The rest of the world disappeared at that time, they were the only ones that mattered and the love they shared in their fierce but passionate ritual. Giorno was the first to announce the approach of his orgasm.
'' A few more seconds, G-Gio ... Almost ... '' Mista lowered his body and pressed his chest against the other's back, bringing his lips to the neck and biting hard. This made Giorno open his mouth and Mista got to hear clearly the exact moment when his boss came over the sheets. "F-fuck you're so hot." Mista growled near his ear, feeling himself being covered by ecstasy and coming into Giorno, who quickly felt the heat of the gunman's essence fill him. However, he had no answer about it, he felt extremely exhausted and he just let himself fall on the bed, enjoying the warm liquid inside him.
Mista pulled out his member and fell next to the blond. The next five minutes they spent it recovering the breath without saying anything else. At this point they were not even sure if the aphrodisiac effect was still there or if they continued on their own accord, in any case it seemed that they were not at all sorry for sharing such carnal action.
"Do you think we can repeat it in twenty minutes?" Asked Mista.
'No, the effect it's definitely still there' Giorno thought.
"Where do you get energy to even say those words?" He turned to look at him."You just had two orgasms and want to keep going?’’ Giorno looked incredulous and notoriously tired. Mista laughed and held Giorno against him. Now the smallest was trapped in his arms.
"I was just kidding ... more or less." Guido smiled and closed his eyes, then he placed a kiss on his forehead. "In the end, I kept my promise and made your heart beat, didn't I?" Giorno thought about his words and the situation, ironically he was right. Then he also closed his eyes happily and curled up in his beloved's chest.
The end