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D'arby was used to Dio’s errands but this was getting ridiculous. Since all the stand users arrived there's been more tension than usual in the mansion, and D'arby was catching more than he’d like to see of its resolution.
Multiple times a day D'arby escorted Dio’s guests to and from his chambers in various states of dress, sanity, and , well, life.
Twice already he’s had to deal with Mr Vanilla “Strongest Stand User” Ice. Once immediately after Dio’s self indulgent display in front of the newcomers, he cleaned him up, showed him to his room and gave him a minimal understanding of the mansion’s layout.
The second time, later that very same day, he found Vanilla Ice naked, gagged, and blindfolded and waiting outside of Dio’s chambers.
“Ugh, great, another one” he huffed to himself before slapping Vanilla wickedly on the ass.
“Start walking.” He commanded. It was funnier to make them walk in front, bumbling about uncertainly in the mansion, with no clue where they were going. They’d often stumble, walk into walls or collapse completely, at which point D'arby would grab them by the hair and pull them in his desired direction. Ice seemed wobbly and woozy. Dio must have taken some of his blood. D'arby didn't even want to think what vanilla’s face was sticky with. Dio was manic if he was going through this many partners a day.
In a quiet corridor he decided that he wants some resolution too.
“So how was round two big boy?”
“Darphb bee?” muffled through the gag, a pang of realisation hits Vanilla.
“Oh? You didn’t know it was me? Who else would be cleaning up your mess AGAIN today? Hmm?”
Blush crept up Vanilla’s face as he realised he'd not only had his face fucked in front of this man but now he had been shamefully led back to his room in the nude by him. How much had he seen of he and Dio? Had he been there the whole time?
“So come on, spill. What did Dio-sama do to you tonight?”
“Mshddj” Vanilla replied gruffly.
“Oh right, the gag.” D'arby rolled his eyes and tugged at the ribbon in Vanilla’s mouth.
“What’s it to you D'arby?”
“Well if you won’t tell me I’m sure you can get the rest of the way to your room no bother.”
“You’re fucked D'arby”
“From the looks of things youre fucked Ice. Now spill, or you’ll be fucked in a much less pleasant sense in a second.”
Vanilla felt D'arby’s hand slide down his naked back and grab his ass.
“Did he touch you here?”
He slid his hand around Vanilla’s hips. And pulled him back, pressing the other man into his crotch.
“Did he stroke you?” he brushed a gentle hand over vanilla’s sensitive cock.
Vanilla gasped involuntarily.
“Did you know that vampires secrete pheromones that will keep you aroused for hours on end? Even once you’ve passed your limits, he’ll have you begging him for more?” D'arby smirked to himself “It won't take much for me to have you begging me to fill you with my cock, Ice.”
As much as he hated it, he knew it to be true. Ice had been feeling the effects of it since he first entered Dio’s proximity earlier in the day. It was like his mind was permanently clouded. He couldn't think clearly for a second. All he could comprehend was the burning desire for Dio.
“Talk to me Vanilla-chan.” He grabbed Vanilla's cock harder this time, enough for it to hurt.
“He didn't even touch me!” Vanilla blurted out in despair.
“Oh?” D'arby grinned.
“I felt as though I was possessed. Not long after you showed me to my room the first time, I felt more and more aroused. It was like a smell, a magnet, pulling me through the mansion. I didn;t know where it would take me, but I hoped. And god when those hopes were answered ah -” his breath quickened and he began to look more flushed.
“ So what did you do, Vanilla-chan?”
“I knocked on his door”
“And then?”
“He summoned me.”
“Yes?
“He made me kneel”
“He would.”
“He made me strip.”
“My my…”
“I got hard, and he made me stroke myself.”
D'arby’s grip turned gentler, and he began to stroke Vanilla’s cock.
“ He didn't even look up from his book the whole time.”
D'arby kissed Vanilla’s neck …
“I just wanted him to look at me.”
… and chuckled.
“ I stroked myself harder, I started moaning…” His voice was getting breathy.
D'arby quickened his pace in time with Vanilla’s story, imagining it in his head.
“...hoping he would hear me.”
Vanilla saw Dio smirk when he started moaning, but Dio still wouldn't look at him.
“Dio-sama!” he breathed as he stroked himself on Dio’s cold tiled floors.
That worked, Dio finally tore his gaze away from his book. His eyes devoured the scene in front of him. Vanilla Ice felt pleasure burning on his skin wherever Dio looked at him. He felt heat down his face and neck, down his collarbone, pecks, nipples, down each and every curve and protrusion of his body. Just as the heat was reaching his desperate cock he felt Dio’s presence shift.
He could feel the man behind him.
He felt his breath on his neck…
He felt a ghost of a touch on his traps…
Wet, like a tongue had licked him.
But when he opened his eyes, Dio was still watching him from up on the bed, book in hand. He hadn't shifted in the slightest.
Unnerved, Vanilla looked around him.
They were alone in Dio’s bedchambers.
Dio laughed. His laugh was menacing, but every breath seemed to fill the air with infectious, sticky, perfume. Vanilla swore he could feel his laughter in the air around him like incense. Dio was playing some evil game with him, and Ice was loving every second. Intense warmth boiled up in his core. His body was overcome with feeling. His unease and Dio’s malicious intent only strengthened the feeling.
He felt it again. The strange sensation of being watched and touched from all angles. Some strange phantom touch as he was immersed in the presence of this enigmatic Lord Dio. The incense became stronger, filling his lungs so much he thought he might choke.
Vanilla ice felt the ghosts of touches, all up his thighs, and ass, and wet around his rim. The almost-touches made him ache for more. He wanted to feel real skin against him, not the foreign phantom sensations that were almost a touch.
Dio laughed again, and redirected his gaze to the book.
“Please Dio-sama!!” Vanilla Ice whimpered.
“What do you want, Ice? Do you want me to fuck you? Because you’re the strongest? Do you want me to put you in your place? Do you want me to finish what I started?”
“Yes!” To Ice it felt like a scream, but he was beginning to slur like he was intoxicated.
“You think you deserve that!?” Dio yelled back. “You are nothing, Ice! You are pathetic!”
Ice whined, and let his hands drop from his cock.
“I didn’t say stop, you swine.”
He grabbed a hold of his cock again, but his motions were sloppy. Ice felt woozy. The vampire essence had a particularly strong effect on him.
“You’re useless, Ice.” Dio spoke as he got up from the bed and approached the man on his floor.
He reached down, and placed two fingers to the other man’s neck. Ice leaned into the touch, ecstatic to finally be getting contact. The touch quickly turned from pleasant stimulation to sharp pain, as Dio’s fingers entered him. Ice felt a sucking at his neck, his whole body alight with pleasure, swirling with the smokey essence of Dio that was now inside him. The blood drained from his head and he wobbled. The sensations of his cock got lost in the whole body pleasure and pain that was overtaking ice. He was so fixated on that focal point on his neck where Dio was entering him that he didn't even feel his cock spurt out all over the floor until his face crashed hard into it as he passed out.
Vanilla Ice was brought back to the present when D'arby stopped stroking him, bent double in laughter.
Ice was humiliated, and as he discovered for the third time today, shame was exactly what pushed him over the edge. He came again, all over D'arby’s polished black shoes, in the middle fo some god damned hallway in this maze of a mansion.
“You came again!? You dirty whore! How did Dio make you clean it up last time?”
“I - uh-”
“Clean me up how you cleaned up for Dio.” D'arby commanded.
Ice, powerless, got on his knees, and blindly licked D'arby’s shoes.