Bottom Dio x Various

Wrong

Pairing: JotaDio {Jotaro/Dio} Takes place immediately after Dio's defeat but instead of killing him, Jotaro decides that Dio needs to be taught a lesson, which is just my way of saying Dio's about to get wrecked. [Sadistic!Jotaro]

The blond vampire writhed in his agony at having been defeated. That damnable Jotaro had bested him and now he lay, awaiting the killing blow. A firm hand clasped over his throat, dragging him up from the pavement.

"Get up," the ravenette's voice commanded.

Grunting in pain, Dio allowed himself to be hauled off the ground and escorted by the Joestar descendant back to the manor. As soon as they'd crossed the threshold, the Kujo used Star Platinum to send his nemesis flying. Dignity be damned, the vampire thought to himself as he began trying to crawl away. Suddenly, the thick arm of Star Platinum crushed around his throat, effectively cutting off his airway.

"Where do you think you're going?" Jotaro growled, willing his stand to maneuver his enemy up the stairs.

Once they reached their destination, the ravenette ordered his stand to force the vampire into a kneeling position. Those deep amber eyes flashed red as he tried to summon The World, only to receive a swift and painful blow to the back of his head. He could feel fresh blood seeping through his hair and down his neck. 

"Behave yourself, sweetheart, I'd hate to have to ruin your good looks," the crusader chided as he began searching the room, rifling through his captive's things.

Golden eyes widened in horror as the darkly clad male produced a length of rope from one of his drawers. 

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Rope securely tied around thick arms, legs and, torso, gag wedged tightly between his teeth, the vampire scowled as viciously as he could up at his captor. The bindings bit harshly into his porcelain white skin as he tensed his muscles. A bit of drool slipped past the gag to dribble down his chin as he glared at the Joestar descendant.

"Careful, sweetheart, if you glare any harder, your face might crack," Jotaro taunted then produced one of the knives Dio had used before, bringing the blade uncomfortably close to the blond's cheek.

Bright crimson welled up from beneath the blade as it pressed into his flesh. A smirk played on his captor's face as he moved the knife from his face to cut away the fabric of the tight black unitard he wore, taking care to make sure the blade made contact with the alabaster skin underneath. The vampire merely grunted into the cloth wedged between his teeth and continued to glare up at his enemy. It was when the point of the knife came dangerously close to his length that he tensed, growling lowly at his captor. His usually calm and collected expression replaced by one of rage as the rest of his clothes were shredded and tossed haphazardly onto the floor below. Jotaro's eyes widened incredulously as he took notice of his prisoner's current state. Dio's cheeks darkened a shade when the Kujo let out a mocking laugh.

"I can't believe you, here you are, bound, gagged and, kneeling on the floor in front of your arch nemesis and you're stiff as a rock, you really are pathetic, you know," the Joestar descendant jeered before dragging the blade over that chiseled porcelain chest until deep red flowed down over pale flesh.