Pucci gazed at his lover laying next to him, the other man asleep with tears forming pools at the corners of his eyes. No matter how many times they held each other in a passionate embrace, Pucci knew that he was just a replacement for another man long deceased. Dio would often call out to this person in his sleep, he mightn't even have realised himself that he does this.
Moving his hand closer to Dio's face, the young priest considered brushing the tears away but decided otherwise once he heard the name of the vampire's mortal enemy softly leave his lips.
"Jojo..." the older man reached to touch the scar running along the diameter of his own neck. His toned body trembling as he dreamt of the events that took place a whole century ago.
Pucci felt a prickling at the back of his eyes but held it back. He told himself he knew he could never fill in the hole Jonothan Joestar left in Dio's heart, but he always remained in hope that one day he could fill that gaping void.
Maybe one day Pucci would be able to see for himself the legacy of the Joestar line and how it caused the century old vampire to be reduced to this state.
Maybe one day Dio would be able to accept Pucci for who he is and not as a replacement for the Joestar man.
And maybe, just maybe, one day Pucci would gain the absolute trust of his lover and only friend, the man who he has truly devoted his life to.
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