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Part 3. You are Enyaba's second offspring. You read tarot and your stand has the ability to see the future of others in a certain time frame. You could be really useful, so your mother brings you with her to serve Dio Brando, but when she dies on her mission against The Crusaders, you are stuck with the vampire almost alone in his mansion, since you have nowhere to go.
A week passed since he turned you into his own kind.
The room is filled by comfortable silence, as you are lying bare skin-to-skin in the bed together; with his right hand, he is holding a book, while he is softly playing with your hair with the left.
In the peace of these seconds, it doesn't matter, but in reality, the Joestars are heading towards the mansion, crawling closer by every passing moment. They are taking out every enemy Dio sent, and you both know you don't have a lot of time in this current present. Fate is rushing behind all of you, the clock ticking faster and faster.
In the past days, he initiated less conversations, and these moments started to take place more.
You look up to him, memorizing his face by the pulsing candlelight while he is completely invested in what he is gaining knowledge of. His brows are furrowed yet his eyes clear of understanding and wisdom. You guess he completely got lost in his world.
Until he looks right back at you.
"You look like you are deeply in thought." he says, and he lifts up your chin with his fingers "Is it another vision?"
"No." you reply softly "I’m just savouring this moment."
"How bold…" he says, and he holds his book lower. A tingle of excitement waves through you "What is there to be savoured?"
"I just love to be around you." you admit.
He stays silent for a second, now looking like he is complentating something too.
"You talk about love so often, yet I have never really asked from you what is your definition of love before."
He faces you now, and as it seems his undivided attention still makes you flustered sometimes, feeling your cheeks burning hot.
"Love is everything." you reply simply "It’s the highest frequency in the world, bringing us all together. It’s what we all are craving for since we were born."
He sits up and moves over to side of the bed.
"You simplify a lot of things by saying that." he says, without any evil in his voice "Not everyone had the same upbringing to comprehend love as something desirable to achieve or to live for."
His statements rings a bell within you - you remember your own childhood, but your higher sense doesn't let you drown in the past that easily.
"You may be right. But I doubt that love is bound to anything. It doesn’t have to be bound to people, to upbringing, or past situations. Before we were born, we all came from love, and we go back there in our perfect forms, when the time comes." you reply.
You are watching him grabbing the book to put it back to it's place, standing up.
"Are you talking about ascending into the higher self?"
"You can interpret it that way."
"Interesting." his eyes spark up for a second "Can you feel this way about achieving power, then?"
His eyes don’t miss the glimpse of disappointment in your gaze.
"I highly doubt it. Power is bound to everything we have listed before. Power doesn’t bring peace."
"It brings a peace of mind to the individual who the owns power." he argues, and you feel kind of sad. You often forget where does he come from.
"But owning it is only a belief as well, the trick of the ego." you say "Eventually, you lose it due to karmic surroundings, which makes you face the other side of the fulfillment you were seeking for. Which is losing it all."
"Not, if you prepare to every aspect of it. Or, how do you prevent losing it in your reading?" he turns his back towards you, and you look all over his frame. It still contains an unexplainable magic, even if you are around it every single day.
"Surrendering to the fact that you haven’t owned anything in the first place. You simply let it go."
He looks back at you, in thought. His energy changes, as he turns more suspicious of what you say.
"Are you meaning to tell me something with this?"
He rarely tenses up anymore in conversations, but you don't take it to your heart that he is doubtful now.
"Your reaction is your own; I don't mean to force my concept of life on you."
"I know. And your pacifistic viewpoint works in theory, but I disagree that its a path for all of us. If it werent for force, I, personally would have never claimed anything that I am right now. If the power you all talking about is meaningless, then all my efforts were as well. Everyone has their own way to achieve the higher sense you are talking about."
"By saying that, you deny your own capability of freeing yourself in every aspect. That you are good the way you are, that your soul itself radiates the strenght you wish to achieve."
He chuckles uncomfortably.
"If the soul were to tell itself that its good the way it is, then life would be pointless." he replies, breathless "The conscious speaks louder as evolution progresses. It wishes to develop, to conquer, to win. To gain power."
"The only thing that does that, is the human concept of self." you look at him fondly "The soul doesn't tell us to do anything. It just watches our path, watches us connect to the flow, unlocking higher awareness."
"Yet, the self is the only thing that can make us understand our own capability of doing that, that wants to go through the path you are talking about." he argues, and the discussion is getting more passionate. It's polarity itself, two statements tensing up against eachother. "It's the only thing that can recognise the pattern, and tell it's tale the way we know it now. It was meant to understand it eventually, either way."
It's your turn to chuckle, without any bitter underlining.
"The self is only a mask our souls wear. Like our bodies, as they are given back to nature the moment our hearts stop beating. Our lifetimes, given by these aspects, are for our souls to witness everything, in order to vibrate higher after each death."
"But will it achieve the peak one day? Will we achieve it looking back fulfilled, observing it all?" he asks, still trying to understand the underlying concept of what you are trying to say.
"Indeed. But not the peak our human brain can comprehend, here. The point of the mask is to make us forget everything, to make us forget what our peak will be made of."
He realizes something, staring at you with passion for these chains of thoughts.
"If it was meant to make us forget it, it means we experienced it before. Then why do we have to go through over it, all over again? Does that mean the soul didn't achieve perfection that could last, sending us back here?"
"It did achieve perfection." you smile "It was the concept of self, that didn't."
He looks disturbed now.
"So the self itself is what's in progression, not the surroundings it is trying to take over."
"Exactly. Being born here makes us witness our own creation and self-conception, from first-hand, to make sure our physical manifestation is worthy of becoming ultimate, universal as well."
The statement sweeps through the entire room, and echoes for a few seconds.
He doesn't look back at you, and disappears to put the book on the shelf.
In the next moment he is on the bed, towering over you. You are not scared - your heart just aches in the discomfort he seems to be in as he draws closer to you.
"What I am concerned about is that in your sense of life, I am the most caged one of them all, being immortal. Why do you still support me, if in your acknowledgement, I will never achieve my highest form, forever stuck in the reality I created by my own?"
You touch his chest softly as he bends forward to you.
"Your path is unique." you whisper "Your only way to reach it, is to achieve Heaven, as it is the only vibration compared to your state. And you figured it out without needing any help."
"But my reason for it is because I want to rule over all." he says harshly, and you realize now that this discussion is having a deeper sense. As acknowledgement shades on your face, he continues.
"In your interpretation, I am the manifestation of the ego in front of you, in a higher physical form, yet you are turning blind to my cruelty and hunger, you treat me like your equal in this state of self-conscious. I don't understand it. Why would you ever do that, if you meant even one word?"
The energy of doubt weighs both of you down, but your fingers inch towards where his heart is.
"I don't care about your ego. To me, you could have any other kind of reasons. Any kind of path, leading up to this moment, to these seconds. But it wouldn't matter." you look up at him "Because you are perfect the way you are, as I see you right now."
As his eyes widen, your own reflection looks back at you. His soul is in front of you, glowing in it's ultimate form, beyond every human comprehension.
He puts his own hand on yours, while pulling you closer by the back of your head.
"Noone is selfless, in front of a power like mine. People either wish to destroy me, or submit to my will. They want to bite my whole arm off once I offer my hand to them. But you see the part of my soul noone ever saw before...and you are still not taking advantage of it, even if you know. You are not here to judge, you are here to witness me grow."
Your fingers intertwine with his, as his graps tightens.
"Your beauty and purity is effortless, and you blind my sight everytime you allow me to hear your thoughts." he confesses, but in the next moment, he breaks away the contact "I would be ashamed of asking for advice ever again from you."
The air suddenly becomes cold. Your vision gets blurry, and his expression completely goes back into the usual. His ego is what's shining through again, yet it's balanced with an emotion you exactly know. Men did this to you before, and you exactly know what goes through his mind as those thoughts form.
He tries to pull back, but you cling into him, afraid of letting go. You both know exactly what the other is thinking about.
"Please, don't push me away." is all you can choke up, your behaviour completely shifting, from the intensity of the situation. His eyes are on your lips, unable to look into your eyes by force. "Hurting eachother because of fear will never worth it, when it comes to our level."
"But we are two completely different worlds, my love. You want to create, where I instinctively destroy. You heal others, while I cause wounds. How would you treat our relationship in my position? We both know the outcome."
You try to compose yourself, but your fear of abandonment stabs your heart with thousand knives per second, making you choke on your own words.
His body is also giving up resisting the temptation, and he reaches out to your face, as you fade into his palm, sobbing.
"I would try to accept it the way it is. Making it our own little world, without fear for tomorrow. I would detach from my doubts, using this opportunity for good."
Everything goes through your head. The uncertainty, the enemies waiting for you at the other side of the door, the life you had before getting stuck with Dio, the monsters you gave your heart before, but it doesn't matter anymore.
Fear is an illusion, you know as you look at the man you love with your entire soul.
The fight within him is visible still, as you make him look into your eyes, touching his chest, your face is close to his again.
"But which part of me are you talking to right now?" he whispers, like the thing he asks is only meant to be for the two of you, like it should never heard by anyone else. "To the one which can detach from everything are you talking about, or the one constantly doubting your words?"
Your heart can't take this struggle anymore.
"To the part that deep inside knows." you breathe, leaving his decision up to fate "To the one I always talk to."
And he loses the battle, his soul opening it's windows again, letting you jump through.
The kiss your lips lock in is passionate at first, yet after a few seconds, it turns into something entirely new you never experienced with anyone before.
It becomes soft and slow.
You move forward to him, your arms clinging into his back as you let him pull you into his embrace by your waist, and as you look up he plants faint kisses on your jaw.
You catch his mouth with your own, and your tounges find this new rythm naturally, without the need to push forward.
And you are kissing him, with every emotion men were to ever be fond of, with everything you can give to the entire world, as he finally, finally accepts your offer of love.
Everything is in slow motion. Probably minutes pass only while you are making out, yet it feels perfectly long, like time entirely stopped.
You are sitting on his lap, and from this aspect he looks much more real, much more available. He softly pushes you forward on himself, as he lies back at the frame of the bed.
"The way we connect is something I have never heard of before. For the first time, I feel like I don't deserve someone's devotion." he confesses to you again on your lips, as his touches start to linger around your chest and your waist. "My rejection would cause your doom, if we were to met sooner, decades ago."
"But we didn't." you sigh up as the sensation of his touch arrives to your brain "We are in the present, here, now."
His hands caress your face, making the kiss deeper and more intimate, as your breaths join together.
You kiss him back sensually, emotionally, so soft you never kissed anyone like this before, in this vulnerability, completely equal.
His breath sharpens as he holds you even tighter. Your kiss only deepen and deepen as the feeling he expresses is so immense and deep that you feel it in your core.
"And we have the eternity to unravel these emotions..." he whispers softly.
His fingers caress the hair on the back of your head as his other hand wraps around your waist, pulling you as close as possible to him.
You moan up unintentionally, from the sight in front of you. His muscular body touching you with such a softness you thought was not known to men turns you on, but not only in the form of lust.
"Within the sense of eachother." you whisper back, making you both shiver.
His eyes lock into yours when your lips part like you are the most beautiful being in the world, and you feel like you are, being capable of sharing your body in this strenght of a connection.
He continues to kiss you, his breathing becoming heavier, and even if your arousal starts to take over, it's not enough to break the newborn softness created between your lips.
He begins to slowly lay you down on the bed, switching the position, being on top of you now. He visibly doesn't want to spend even a moment apart from your body, apart from the warmth you radiate on your own.
The dance between the two of you is obvious, as the outcome of the situation is. Yet, it's completely different. It's lacks lust, or hunger. It lacks physical need.
He looks straight into your eyes, seductively, but this is not the lustful and animalistic stare he always shows in these situations. It looks as if you made his smile...genuine.
As you ache for him more and more, you give his jaw an approving kiss. He caresses your face before parting your legs softly, and when you are both ready, his body is presses against yours, your abdomen slowly taking him in.
You both gasp, the same way in this sensual act. Your mouths open slowly as you take long and deep breaths, feel as if nothing else exists in the universe but the two of you bound together by fate.
Like inexperienced teenagers, you gaze at eachother enlightened from the sensation.
Everything around you stops existing, all you know is the man holding you starting to move in you, slowly, in an entirely new rythm you never practiced before.
You pull him closer by his neck to kiss him, and as he gets closer, he reaches within you deeper. When you cry up, he grabs your hands, intertwining your fingers together again. With his other hand, he exactly know where to touch you, even in this ethereal moment.
"I feel like we knew eachother forever." you say entirely swept away, and for a moment he stops moving, holding up your hands up to give it soft pecks.
"Maybe even before that." he agrees, and sighs up as you kiss his knuckles as well. "We probably did this before, in all it's entirety as well."
And oh, it's his soul talking to you. Everything is taken apart, every fear is forgotten, every doubt is ceased altogether. This was the moment you were waiting for since he let you into his home.
You are finally united after centuries, after wearing the world on your shoulders for so long, after bearing so much pain alone.
"I wonder what could have gone wrong." he says as you both take your time, adoring eachother in every inch you are capable to touch. "What made us part in other situations."
"Think of what united us again." you whisper on his lips, and he smiles into the kiss, reaching to hold the back of your head.
You are both gasping when you thighten around him intuitively, and as you see the effect of the movement on his face, you do it again.
You smile victoriously, which turns into a different expression as he hits a perfect spot in you. Your legs tremble as he doesn't say a word, but his eyes say everything needed.
Everything makes perfect sense, perfect balance between these movements, give and receive, constantly taking turns to please the other, in a cosmical level.
Time passes like this for a while, kissing, whispering to eachother things you would never admit looking back. But as time is getting forgotten as a concept, you are in the haze of this awakened reunion, and you hold hands as you start to reach the peak of the physicality you were drawn into together.
Even though your movements are getting faster and gain more and more depth, the sensuality stays. As you both start to tremble, he whispers to you something he never told to anyone before, and probably won't to anyone else in the future.
You nod, respect it, and say it back, before your peak takes control over your thoughts.
It's an intimate moment, and you are both vulnerable enough to share it, holding hands and gazes as long as you can.
As the catharsis is over, you both yelp in disbelief, speechless, and blinded enough to not notice that you accidentally moved too far to the side of the bed.
You collapse on the floor together, as you get swept in the momentum, still gasping on the floor, in disbelief of what just happened. He rolls down of you completely, and you are both just staring at the ceiling, lying on your backs.
You literally never made love before like that.
He always just blew your back out before, when he was most likely aroused or tense, but this was an entirely new level.
It gives you a sort of satisfaction seeing the same shock on his face.
Relieved, next time your eyes meet, you burst out laughing, and after sobering up enough, he lets out a heartful laugh as well.
You lie on the floor for a while afterwards, still holding hands, embracing eachother in silence.