VOGUE

PROLOGUE: A SINGLE STAR IN A DARKENED SKY

It was always too hot in his room. It was always swathed in darkness that threatened to swallow him, with only a single candle by the bed to let him see every line and dip of the muscular chest and shoulders of the deity above him.

His pearly pink nails always carved into that back, just as deeply as his lover's fangs sunk into the flesh of his collar, draining him until the ecstasy was too much for him to bear. He always screamed in pleasurable agony as his own blood left his body; his voice left hoarse from hours of being drained and teased like a toy.

Blood dribbled down his bare chest, a drop caught between his nipple and his lover's tongue as a weak moan fell past his glittered lips. His tail twitched and thrashed behind him when the Adonis above him suddenly stopped.

His shoulders popped and he growled, movements stiff and almost sore. He tore himself away from the boy in his bed, stalking to the corner of the room with unmatched grace and leaving his lover panting and delirious.

"It's happening again… that unmistakable feeling that someone somewhere is watching me…"

His voice was always like honey and ice at the same time, always leaving the younger man in a daze, like a dream he never wanted to wake from.

In the miniscule light of the candle his golden hair glinted like the real thing. He pressed his hand against the back of his neck, a star barely visible between his fingers. On the bed, his young concubine wrapped the sheets around his lithe body, his rosy hair feathering out over his feline ears.

He pressed himself against his lover… no… his master's back, running his tongue against that star and purring loudly. His master chuckled lowly, turning and squeezing the boy's furry ears between his fingers and drawing another moan from him.

"It is Jonathan's descendants… this body cannot help but call out to them… I cannot help but wonder if it is my fate…"

The feline boy cast a fleeting glance to a woman's corpse on the floor, her eyes vacant as her neck spilled blood. Was she the same woman from the previous night? No, that woman was blond, this one was brunette. The poor woman's life quickly left his mind as his master trailed his tongue down his neck, ripping away the sheet and throwing him onto the bed once more.

He practically tore the boy's legs apart, taking him with no hesitation or mercy. He nearly purred himself as the boy screamed, a perfect cadenza of pain and pleasure. His claws sunk into his fleshy thighs, and his tortured lover's tongue fell from his mouth, drool cascading onto the bed as the diamond in his tongue sparkled in the candlelight.

The crescendo of voices and the tearing of fabric was all that echoed in the empty room until the golden-haired man wrapped his hands around the boy's throat, squeezing with enough strength to make him gasp and plead for air. The feline giggled insanely as he struggled to breathe, his purpling lips opening and closing rapidly and his nails digging into his master's hands as he pleaded for release.

Despite the mind-numbing pleasure, his nails still pierced his master's alabaster skin, pinpricks of scarlet painting his fingertips, and his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he fruitlessly fought his grip.

His master's strength never ceased even as he let go of his neck, hands now gripping his hips and reveling in how loudly he screamed. The man above didn't stop however, but trapped the boy's wrists above his head as he moved on top of him. His sharp hip bones dug into the boy's thighs, arousing noises that sounded like a dance between moaning and sobbing falling from his reddened lips with every movement.

He could only sob from the overstimulation until the man above him finally threw his head back and filled him to the brim with his white heat.

The boy went limp, mouth agape as he gasped for air, his master's fingers leaving perfect indents in the flesh of his neck.

"But fate must be purged…" he smirked against his skin, tongue flicking out to lick sweat off his toy's Adam's apple. "It's all set… I've taken the first step."

By the time the pink-haired kitten awoke from his ecstasy, he was already gone.


I have been getting balls deep into JoJo since quarantine started, so i'd like to introduce you to Belladonna! My oc. to clear up any confusion Belladonna is a nonbinary person who uses male pronouns and has cat ears. They are nonbinary but almost every character who meets him will refer to him as a transvestite since this will take place in part 3 and part 3 takes place in the 80's; labels like nonbinary were pretty rare. Anyway, updates probably won't be often since most of my time will be taken up by Stray of Ba Sing Se and Inaudible Echo, but I hope you enjoy this anyway! Ciao!